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Dadgil Week Day #6: Bonds/Tears Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Vergil, Nero Tags: Angst, Family, Fighting Part 6 of 7

The afternoon returns to silence. Vergil had half expected the van to be gone when he returned from getting washed up; instead, Nero was prepping another campfire, studiously ignoring him.

There is nothing to say. Nero is right and wrong, and so is he, Vergil decides. And he is the parent now, so he can’t snap at him, not the way he wants to, anyway. If he were Dante, Vergil would have already gone after him.

Nero hands him a plate of dinner, leftover chili and some kind of wrap. They eat in silence, but it gnaws at Vergil. Usually he prefers the quiet since his years in Hell had been filled with noise. But he needs to say something.

“Are we waiting until the morning to go back home?” Vergil asks as they clean up.

Nero makes a face. “Yeah. We got some unfinished business.”

The tone of his voice sets Vergil on edge. He senses something volatile inside Nero, which he knows has been brewing for a long time. Was not being the one to kill the Kuren really that difficult for him? Is this some pent-up blood lust? “If this is about—”

“This is about us,” Nero says. “You and me.” He dumps the cleaned plates into the storage bin and straightens. “We are working this out before we go back.”

Vergil watches as he walks back to the van and then emerges with Red Queen. Nero looks at him coldly, the dusk giving plenty of light to read the hard expression on his face. “Let’s fight.”

“I’m not fighting you,” Vergil says.

“Yes, you are.” Nero plants the tip of the sword in the ground and flicks the switch at the top. Immediately the engine starts to hum, and Nero’s fingers adjust around the hilt. “Get your sword.”

“No.”

“This is how the Spardas do it, right?” Nero yells. “You disagree so we beat the fuck out of each other? Or do you only do it on top of trees or towers or whatever?”

Vergil swallows thickly. “I’m not fighting you.”

He watches as Nero’s face screws tightly and hears the sound of the engine revving. Vergil is angry, as angry as he had ever felt with Dante, his senses on high alert and the drive to fight kill win sparking under his skin. The same itch he feels when Dante goes against his wishes, from arriving at the top of the Qliphoth back to refusing to give him his amulet all the way back to when they were children arguing over toys. The same itch when Mundus, the demon he knew was responsible for killing his parents, had refused to hand over the throne. The same itch every time a demon emerges from Hell, technically his own subjects, and threaten the first bit of peace he ever experienced.

But there is a layer of hurt that is strange and unexpected, because this is Nero. Nero, who has a loud mouth but a soft heart, who uses foul language to cover up how much he cares, who is rough around the edges but is never, ever destructive. He has only seen Nero truly angry twice: once during their confrontation on the Qliphoth, and the other right now. Both times, Vergil realizes, are because of him.

Nero lifts Red Queen and swings. Vergil dodges it easily, tilting his body as he steps out of the way. “Get your fucking sword!” Nero yells, taking another swipe at him.

“I’m not fighting you,” Vergil growls.

“I’ll fucking kill you then!”

Nero keeps advancing, one slash after another. Vergil continues to avoid the blade, backing up and away to give him a wide berth. Eventually Nero pulls out his revolver and takes a shot at him, but Vergil ducks out of the path of the bullet. With a frustrated shout, Nero charges him, knocking them both to the ground so they are scrabbling in the dirt.

“Fucking fight me!” roars Nero, his fists flying. Vergil does nothing more than block the blows, his forearms up in a defensive move. He kicks his legs to try to buck Nero off of him, but Nero is nearly wild from emotion, the flickers of his devil trigger beginning to glow under his skin. Vergil pushes him off, using a bit more force than he realizes and sending Nero skidding over the grass and Red Queen flying. They look at each other in a tense surprise as Nero climbs back to his feet.

“Finally,” he says. “Finally gonna fight back. I been waiting a long time for this.”

Vergil spies how his hands clench into fists. “I’m not fighting you.”

“Stop saying that!” Nero darts towards him and aims a kick at his chin. Stars explode in his vision as pain shoots through Vergil’s skull, and before he can respond Nero grabs him by his shirt, straightens him, and punches him across the face.

The metallic taste of blood fills his tongue, making Vergil cough. He leans on one hand in the dirt, looking up at Nero, whose expression is pure fury. Nero punches him again, and again, but Vergil does nothing other than stay upright.

“What’s wrong with you?” Nero lets go of his shirt, and Vergil sags a bit as he shakes his head to clear it. Getting punched by him is just like getting one from Dante, and although he starts healing right away, the force of it is not diminished at all. “Get up on your goddamn feet!”

“No.”

“Why not?” he screams. “You can fight Dante, but not me? Am I not good enough for you? Not worthy enough? You can fucking go to hell!”

The words pierce through his chest, no different than a sword. His instincts war inside, wanting nothing more than to rip Nero apart, but knowing he can’t. Never once has Vergil surrendered, not to an enemy or Mundus or Dante—but he can’t fight Nero. Maybe he is right, Vergil thinks. Maybe this is how Spardas handle things. It hurts to think that Nero can’t escape this legacy, another strange sensation that he doesn’t understand but knows without a doubt is true.His father was a fighter, and now his son is too. There is no escaping this birthright. Is fighting even a choice anymore?

Strength is a choice. Dante’s voice echoes in his head, and Vergil flinches, wondering when he said that. But he sees now that it is true, and this is not their legacy; or at least, doesn’t have to be.

So Vergil chooses. He presses his hands on the ground, leaning forward to brace himself on his palms. He hangs his head, the posture of being on hands and knees in the dirt stirring up more emotion than he had anticipated. It feels too familiar, and for a moment he is back in Hell, the presence of Mundus towering over him. Without realizing he tenses for the blow, wondering where it will strike, if it will burn or cut or spread poison like a fire. His fingers clench into the grass, ripping the dirt and tearing at his nails. Vergil bites back a sound, knowing that if he is anything but silent, Mundus will make it worse.

“What are you doing?”

The catch in Nero’s voice draws him out of the memories. His face is wet, and he looks up, wondering if it is raining. But the evening is clear, just darker, and Nero stands in front of him in silhouette, the fire glowing orange behind him. “I won’t fight you,” Vergil replies, his voice cracking around his dry throat.

“Don’t look like that. Don’t look like that.” Nero kneels in front of him, pushing at his shoulder, and Vergil is shocked to see giant tears rolling down his cheeks. “Don’t make that face! I didn’t hurt you, did I? Fuck, fuck…”

Nero presses both hands on his shoulders as he examines him through his sobs. But Vergil huffs out a small breath of relief, his own fresh tears rising as he smiles.

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harlot-of-oblivion · 4 years

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The Devil’s In The Details

All work and no play makes Dante a dull devil. But he soon finds a cure for his boredom when a smokin' hot detective comes a-knockin' on his door.

The title and overall feel of this chapter is inspired by the song "A Girl Like You" by Edwyn Collins.

Chapter 3: Never Met A Girl Like You

You look up Dante’s profile as soon as you get back to your desk. The Lieutenant was not exaggerating that this man’s file is incredibly long; it almost reads like a fictional novel filled with colorful characters and bloody descriptions. Unfortunately, all these reports are real and if any of what you read is remotely true, then you really have your work cut out for you this time.

It all starts with the infamous demon attack on Sparda Manor, which is common knowledge to most locals nowadays. The only body found in the rubble of their burnt down home was Eva Sparda, the matriarch of the family, and the rest of the family was pronounced dead soon after the incident. You narrow your eyes at that little detail…it’s rather strange that they just jumped to that conclusion even though there isn’t enough sufficient evidence to back up the claim.

The next notable part of the profile is all about the escapades of Tony Redgrave. You resist the urge to facepalm yourself while reading about all the events that occurred under his on the nose alias. It all seems to be standard fare on par with mercenary work, so you skip ahead a little until hitting another infamous incident involving some crazy ass tower…a lot of information about what happened has been redacted except that the Son of Sparda was definitely involved as well as an associate only known as Lady.

You read ahead again and raise an eyebrow at the strange report about a beautiful woman smashing through his shop while riding a motorcycle. This mysterious woman is later confirmed to be another associate known as Trish. Then it seems he left to do some outside work, so there isn’t much details except for a few witness statements here and there. The most noteworthy detail is the sudden appearance of a young man bearing a striking resemblance to the white-haired mercenary known as Nero.

A memory flashes before your mind at the name. You’ve seen this young man before; it was during the Red Grave incident involving the demon tree. You did not get the chance to speak with him…all you can remember is nodding to a young man with short white while leading a group of citizens caught in the demonic fray to safety. And speaking of that debacle, you skim through the reports about Dante’s role in that devastating event, which again seems to be scarce except that he was definitely hired to take care of whatever or whoever planted that freaky ass tree.

From what you can glean from the extensive damage reports, complaints about disturbing the peace, and the high rate of death and destruction…it paints Dante as a womanizing playboy who shows no concern for the wellbeing of others, which makes him a highly dangerous individual. Your fingers tap on your desk as you carefully sift through the information you have just gathered, noting that some of the reports have a healthy dose of prejudice attached to them. A good detective knows that preconceptions should never be taken at face value when searching for the truth. So, perhaps he’s more of a flirty troublemaker with a pension for hunting demons, which has earned him quite the reputation among mercenaries and police alike. You lean back in your chair and mentally weigh the risks of seeking out this infamous devil hunter in hopes of ridding the city of another demonic threat.

The soft chiming of your phone breaks you away from your deep contemplation. You pull it out your pocket and shuffle through a series of texts from Carmen. A couple of them are pictures of the victim’s garage, specifically a set of golf clubs found in the corner. She goes on to explain that this could be the murder weapon, but she will have to run some tests to confirm her suspicions. You take out your sketchbook and update the depiction of the crime scene with a drawing of a golf club with a question mark beside it. The other texts inform you about the safe key and missing dog. Carmen didn’t find any kind of safe or lock box that goes with the key, so she’s just adding it with the rest of evidence for further investigation. And there is still no sign of the family dog either.

No surprise there, you thought while texting her back about your heated argument with the Lieutenant and your plan of seeking outside assistance from a demon hunter. You also let her know that Graves is fine, just shaken up from the missing body that could very well be the zombie bride she gushed about earlier. While waiting for her response, you check your email for the record of medical examiners that Graves sent, and you file a report about the missing body from the morgue.

After completing those tasks, you decide to grab a quick breakfast and do some more investigating before setting out to find the Legendary Devil Hunter. You collect your sketchbook and grab another cup of coffee on the way out, gulping it all down in a few long sips while you walk through the station. Your phone chimes multiple times as you approach the exit, but you withhold from checking it as you slip past a slew of reporters standing outside the station. All of them are none the wiser as you gear up for a long ride before hopping on your motorcycle.

You rev the engine a couple of times before zooming out of the parking lot with a loud roar, hoping that you can make it to Devil May Cry before closing time.

(A few hours later…)

Another day spent doing absolutely nothing, Dante thought drolly as he rereads yet another dirty magazine while rock music blares from the jukebox.

It’s late afternoon and there is still no sign of Morrison. The phone rang a few times, but none of the callers gave a password. Dante knew that business has been slow recently, but he’s going to die of sheer boredom at this rate! He leans back in his chair and props his feet up on his desk, not really ogling the half-naked ladies in the magazine as his mind wanders through less vulgar musings.

Dante’s life has taken one hell of a U-turn for the better ever since getting back from hell with his brother in tow and having a very awkward but needed conversation with Nero. Just the fact that he even has a nephew still makes him shake his head in wonder, and having Vergil back to being his old cranky self…it all seems too good to be true. But a few pinches every now and then, as well as some stabs from his dear brother, knocks some sense back into him and erases all doubt from his mind.

Dante has never felt more alive now that he has finally found his family. And it would truly be a shame if this tedious dry spell takes him out before he gets the chance to really enjoy it. Morrison better bring the cure to my boredom before I find it myself, he thought, absentmindedly turning a page while letting out a huge yawn.

A loud knocking echoes throughout the shop. Dante glances up from his magazine towards the entrance. Huh…that’s not Morrison, he surmises as more knocking bangs on the door. “It’s open!” he announces, not one to turn down a potential client coming to him directly. He tosses aside the dirty magazine as the door swings open to reveal an attractive woman entering the shop.

Dante’s brow quirks in curiosity as you look around with mild interest. “Well, well…what’s a pretty lady like you doing here?” he asks nonchalantly while his keen eyes roam up and down your form, already spotting the concealed gun holstered inside your riding jacket.

“I’m looking for the owner of this shop,” you inform in a calm and even voice while slowly approaching the landing area of his office. “Is that you?”

Dante smirks mischievously. “That depends on who’s asking, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

Your stern voice startles him for a moment as you step up to the landing and pause by the edge of the carpet under his desk. You’re close enough now for him to get a better look at you; confident stance, sharp eyes, and a stoic face that could rival his brother’s stony expression. And yet it still captures his full attention despite your cold reception of his playful retort.

“The name’s Dante,” he introduces himself as your head swivels around, taking in every detail of his office as you walk around his desk. “And if you’re looking for the bathroom…it’s in the back.” Dante motions with his head as you get closer to the couch, which gives him an opportunity to check you out from behind. His eyes linger up your slender legs and the curve of your ass…but then he does a bit of a double take when he notices a knife hidden in one of your boots.

“Legendary Devil Hunter, Son of Sparda…and the embodiment of sloth apparently,” you muse aloud, stoic shell cracking a little as your lips curl into a grimace while examining the copious piles of trash strewn all over the floor.

Dante crosses his arms with a shrug. “I see my reputation still precedes me,” he quips back cheekily as your gaze turns towards the small bar in the corner.

“Please tell me that hasn’t just been hanging there rotting since the Red Grave incident,” you mutter in disbelief while pointing at the Empusa nailed to the wall with numerous swords and one small dart.

“What does a babe like you know about Red Grave?” he inquires casually while his eyes narrow suspiciously.

A subtle spark of anger lights up your eyes. “Stop calling me babe.”

Dante slides his feet to the floor before leaning over on his desk. “How about you give me the pleasure of your name and maybe I’ll call ya by something more your style,” he offers with a wink, hoping to rekindle that spark of yours with his flirty banter.

Your smoldering eyes squint hard at him for a moment, the fierce spark now glittering as you reach inside your riding jacket. “Detective Y/N of the Red Grave City P.D.” You take out your badge and flip it open to show him your photo I.D. as you move close to his desk. “And if you call me anything but Detective…I’ll show you why some of the boys down at the station call me Ice Bitch,” you warn with a low growl filled with simmering anger.

“Ice Bitch, huh?” Dante repeats while giving the badge a quick glance so that he doesn’t miss the show when the sparks start flying. “I dunno…you sound pretty fiery to me.”

Dante watches with fascination as your eyes burst with searing heat, but your entire face remains completely composed. It’s not exactly the kind of show he was hoping for, but there is still time to figure out what really lights your fire so long as you are here. There’s just something about you that begs him to stoke the flames flickering in your eyes…maybe it’s the way you carry yourself with utmost confidence around the shop despite the infamy around his name and reputation. Or it could be that fiery spirit hidden beneath your frosty exterior…all he knows for certain is this:

He’s gotta have more.

“So, what does the fuzz down at Red Grave want with a guy like me?” he asks, relaxing back into his chair with an amused grin, detecting another knife hidden up your sleeve as you put away your badge. “Wait, wait…lemme guess: you’re here to arrest me for being too damn good lookin’,” he jests, arching his brow while stroking his chin in a dashing manner.

“Last time I checked, it wasn’t illegal to have a scruffy beard and unkempt hair,” you retort smoothly while straightening out your jacket. “I’m here to request any insights you have about demons.”

“Well, you definitely came to the right place,” he boasts, dramatically waving his hands around the shop before tilting his head inquisitively. “Is this for a case?”

You raise a well-trimmed brow in surprise. “You catch on quickly…yes, it’s for a case,” you confirm, resting one hand on your hip while the other hangs down by yet another knife in your pants pocket. “We need to determine if demons are involved in a series of disappearances and murders.” You pause for a moment, blinking your eyes once as you tilt your head in thought. “There’s also the possibility of a Devil Arm being involved as well. And if either of those are true…” You trail off with a weary sigh before finishing your explanation. “Maybe we can team up and work on this case together.”

Dante kicks one foot up to rest atop his knee. “It sounds like you already know a lot more than your average cop,” he notes while his brow twitches with interest at your proposal.

“When you live in a place like Red Grave, you learn to pick up on a few things…” The spark in your eyes dims down while a haunted look flashes across your impassive face. “Never know when it might save your life,” you quickly explain, crossing your arms as your expression hardens, but the dull ember of your eyes glimmer softly.

Now that’s a look I know very well, Dante admits silently, having seen the very definition of anguish staring back at him in the mirror for years. “Alright, you wanna know more about demons…why come to me? I know for a fact that there are plenty of mercenaries in your area,” he points out with an exaggerated twirl of his finger.

“Because you’re the best of the best, Mr. Dante.”

This isn’t the first time that Dante has heard those exact same words. His usual response is to just laugh it off and comment about hearing it all before…but this time it’s different. The absolute certainty evident in your voice sends a chill down his spine. And the spark in your eyes is roaring with the flame of total conviction as you seemingly stare straight into his devilish soul.

“Hmm…you sure are painting a pretty interesting picture,” he imparts, fidgeting a little under your intense gaze, which makes him wonder if you’ve noticed just how tight his pants have gotten while talking with you. Not that he minds…but it seems you are more interested in business than pleasure right now. So, he brushes that notion aside and scoots his chair closer so that his arms can rest on the desk. “Look…I’m really flattered and all, but you’ve overlooked one minor detail: mercenaries and cops aren’t really known for working together.”

Dante flashes you with a toothy grin, hoping the reluctant act he’s putting on will illicit another feisty show. “Oh, I didn’t overlook it,” you reveal, quickly snuffing out his attempt at lighting the fuse with a shake of your head. “I just don’t give a damn.”

“Really?” He leans in closer over his desk as he pokes that wild temper of yours from another angle. “Didn’t know it was okay for you to break the law whenever you want and openly carry that gun just because of some fancy badge,” he provokes with a challenging smile.

Your stoic face contorts into furious scowl as the spark in your eyes ignites in searing rage. You quickly close the distance between both of you and slam your hands down on his desk, proving that he skipped lighting the fuse and just kicked the entire damn barrel into the fire! But it doesn’t bother Dante one bit as you lean in real close to his face over the desk, inflamed gaze boring into him while you launch into an explosive tirade.

“Now you listen here! I took an oath to protect and serve, and that’s exactly why I’m here now! I did not work my ass off for this badge just to waltz around with this gun! And I have no intentions of abusing that sacred trust the citizens of Red Grave have put in me!”

You pause to take a couple of deep breaths before continuing in a calmer but still irate tone. “Your expertise and experience with demons may lead to the break in case we need…and it’s what I need to uphold that oath.” The harsh scowl on your face softens as the rage in your eyes dies down to a flickering flame of hope. “I need your help, Mr. Dante…I can’t crack this case wide open and finally bring this insidious killer to justice for the families and friends of their victims without you.”

Dante stares at you in awe as your impassioned speech buzzes around him like a temperamental honeybee. He couldn’t help but to watch your lips as you unleash your fury upon him…wondering if your kiss would be just as passionate as your volatile rage. And you are so close now, waiting for his response as you loom over his desk like an unmoving statue. But your intoxicating scent ensnares his senses while an all too familiar presence awakens inside him. His heart beats faster as blood rushes straight down his groin, forcing him to subtly readjust himself under the desk while the devil within purrs beneath his skin.

The door behind you suddenly swings open before he can come up with some clever one liner about enjoying the show. Morrison strolls on in and effectively pulls both of you out of the intense moment as he starts talking. “Hey Dante! Word on the street is that a detective from Red Grave City has been snooping around and…Oh!” He stops in his tracks when he finally notices you. “Looks like you’ve arrived before the rumors, Detective,” he notes smoothly while lighting up a cigar.

“I’m a firm believer of getting the whole picture before putting my pencil to paper, Mr. Morrison,” you divulge coolly without tearing your fierce gaze away from Dante’s stunned face. The corners of your mouth twitch into a fleeting smirk as you straighten up your posture while backing up from his desk. “I’ll be in the city for a couple more hours. You can find me at the Simmer Down Diner if you change your mind…and if you don’t come around, I’ll just assume that your answer is no.”

You turn and step down the landing before walking past Morrison towards the entryway. Dante’s eyes follow your every move, hypnotized by your swaying hips and confident stride as you reach for the door. “But make no mistake, Mr. Dante,” you murmur, grasping the handle as you turn to look over your shoulder. “There’s a serial killer on the loose and I intend to catch them with or without your help.” Your eyes sparkle with determination with those final words as you open the door and exit the shop.

“Did I hear her right?” Morrison questions, puffing on his cigar as he walks across the shop towards the couch. “She wants your help catching a serial killer?”

Dante keeps his eyes on the door as he nods. “Yep. Seems so.”

“Huh…that’s something you don’t see every day.” Morrison takes a seat on the couch and flicks his cigar over a nearby ashtray. “What’d she offer you in return?”

“We didn’t get that far when you busted on through the front doors.”

Morrison puffs on his cigar in quiet contemplation for a moment before cracking a knowing smile. “You’re thinkin’ about following after her, aren’t ya?”

Dante finally turns away from the door towards his dear friend. “What makes you say that?” he inquires, casually leaning back in his chair while Morrison shakes his head with a soft chuckle.

“You never could resist a beautiful lady asking for help. Even when all they brought was trouble…you still hear them out and almost always take whatever bait they dangle in front of ya.”

Dante shrugs at his friend’s logic while pondering about possibilities of working with a detective. On one hand, he’d have to play nice with the police and not break too many laws if he agrees to help you. But on the other hand, he gets to hang out with a smokin’ hot detective with one helluva temper. And if he takes up your offer…his heart throbs while the devil in him purrs at the thought of reigniting the flame in your eyes and seeing more of this sizzling chemistry between the two of you.

“You know me too well, Morrison,” he discloses with a puckish grin. “I’ll let ya know if I take the bait this time.”

Morrison waves his cigar in the air as if to say told ya so as he gets out of his chair with a small flourish. He recalls the restaurant you mentioned as he steps out the shop, knowing it to be one of many greasy spoons in this area of the city. His hands are practically shaking with anticipation as he summons Cavaliere while a blur of different emotions swirl around in his head. If you can get this kind of reaction out of him already, then he’s gotta see where this may lead because honestly…he’s never met a girl like you before.

And now that he’s had a taste…he wants so much more.

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Silver Rose [Vergil/Reader] {Devil May Cry} The Demon Half

AN: This chapter is shorter than the previous one, but it’s mostly the prologue of the game, and Reader’s encounter with Urizen during the beginning of the game.

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16th May 08:06pm - Red Grave City

“Dante, V, once I get my hands on you, you’re both dead!” You screamed to nobody in particular as the Totsuka sliced through another demon with a simple flick of your wrist. All around you, the bodies of slain demons dissolved, some turning to ash, others into sludge. They were fairly low ranking demons, weak and hardly strong enough to wind you after so many years hunting demons alongside Dante. And speaking of… you could hear the sounds of combat ahead.

No doubt Dante, V, and Trish taking on Urizen… Vergil…

You didn’t want to believe what V had told you two weeks ago. You didn’t want to believe that the monster that decided to invade the human world with the Qliphoth Demon Tree was what remained of your husband. But as you pressed forward, sliding down a few fleshy ledges and striking down any demon in your way, you found yourself begrudgingly accepting that such a stupid situation would be just like your husband. “Fucking summoning another stupidly tall fortress into the mortal world for power.” You muttered angrily, firing off a few shots from the Silver Rose into some flying insect demons. “First Temen Ni Gru, and now the damned Qliphoth Tree, you’re just a walking plot cliche!”

There were a few reasons that you were currently livid and brutally massacring your way through the innards of the demon tree. The first, because your husband had summoned a giant blood sucking demon tree in order to gain power. Second, because he had done so in Red Grave City, your childhood home with the Sparda twins. The third, because your fucking house was just on the opposite end of the damned city, and you were going to make sure that nothing happens to your house. Fourth, because you wanted answers. V was only willing to answer so many of your questions, and Dante was just as clueless as you. So, you had to go confront Vergil yourself. And fifth, because Dante left you behind. He’d left with Trish, V, and Lady despite saying that he would take you along. To make matters worse, he’d taken the helicopter, forcing you to speed towards your home city on your motorbike. The pizza that your brother-in-law had sent you out to get because he ‘wanted a snack on the go’ has long since been consumed by your annoyed self on the way to Red Grave City.

When you’d called to yell at him, Dante simply said that it wasn’t your fight. And while you weren’t mad that he’d decided to leave you behind to be safe, you were livid that he would even suggest that Vergil wasn’t your problem. Even though you loved Vergil, you would still fight him in order to save the mortal world.

“Left me behind to go with V… Had to speed just to get here in time.” You mutter, closing in on the battle.

It is when you get closer to the battle that you notice it’s only one person fighting… and suddenly, your thoughts aren’t to fight Urizen… it’s to do everything you can to protect your son. “Nero!” You scream, pulling the Silver Rose out to shoot at the offending tentacle.

The limb retreats from your shot, allowing Nero to deal some damage to a spinning crystal of sorts before being forced to back away. Upon closer look, you realize with horror that it is the Yamato that was trapped inside the material. All attention is drawn to you as you step into the ‘throne room’ of sorts, swapping the Silver Rose for the Totsuka.

“You…” The deep demonic voice that calls out to you is vaguely familiar underneath the rumble as the gigantic being directs dull glowing blue eyes at you. Perhaps, V was correct, and this was once Vergil, but with its body mutated and entwined with the demon tree, you conclude that perhaps it was time to let your husband go. Heh. Fat chance of that happening, and you know it.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you Totsuka from its sheath, the blade crying for its counterpart, “Surprise, it’s me.” You cheer dryly, keeping your eyes on the demon. “Did ya think I wouldn’t come, darling? That I wouldn’t come stop you from attempting to destroy the world a second time?” The demon lord does not answer you, and a humorless laugh escapes your lips, “Not the happy reunion that I imagined, but okay.”

Your eyes don’t leave Urizen, but your next words are directed at Nero, “Nero, darling, you’re supposed to be in the hospital.”

Your son grunts and revs the Red Queen, looking unbalanced from his missing limb. Nero tries to reassure you with a cocky grin, “I couldn’t let the asshole that stole my arm have free roam.”

“How the hell did you even learn about this gig, anyways?” You demanded, stepping further into the arena, sword at the ready and positioned beside your son.

“V told me.” Nero shrugged and rotated his shoulder before sprinting forward to deal another blow towards the crystalized Yamato.

Following up with a strike of your own, you cursed under your breath, “Of fucking course, V told you.” Jumping away from the crystal when several beams of light impaled the ground before you, you were forced to dodge roll to the side in order to avoid a giant fireball getting thrown at you. “When I get my hands on that lanky bastard…”

In the background, you could hear a rather loud voice speak out, no doubt Griffon, “Heh! I don’t think the Lady Sparda’s happy with you, Shakespeare!”

You were only able to catch a glimpse of a large bird and a head of familiar dark hair before a tentacle appeared from the throne and slapped you into the side of the arena. “Argh!” You grunted from the impact, sliding down the wall to stand on your feet again. “Gah! Damn it, darling! Married for nearly twenty three years and I didn’t know you had kinks! You’d think you’re smart enough not to try this shit in front of my son!” The tentacle reeled back in order to side swipe you, but you jumped up just in time to avoid the horizontal sweep of the fleshy plant limb. As you dodged, you could hear the sound of someone choking and coughing from behind you. “I mean, okay, darling. We can play this game,” You folded with a solemn nod and a sly grin, before dashing forward to attack the unprotected crystal, “So long as I get to do some pegging!”

The strike met its target just as Nero groaned in embarrassment, “Mom! What the hell! Cut it out!” You were about to tease Nero with a grin until a tentacle appeared to slap your son to the side, sending him crashing into the fleshy wall. Distracted by the fact that your son had gotten bitch slapped by a tentacle, you didn’t notice when a beam of thin light shot up from under your abdomen, easily piercing through your body and sending you flying backwards.

No cry of pain left your lips as you slammed into the back wall and slide to the floor, instead, as your vision started to fade to black, watching as Dante attempted to take Urizen down with his Devil Trigger, you laughed, “Urgh… you haven’t changed at all. Still stabbing me in the abdomen twenty years later…” Before your vision completely fade, Shadow approached your body and shifted, but to what form, you weren’t sure, only able to discern slicked back hair and worried eyes before falling unconscious.

The next you came to, your body had naturally healed the hole in your abdomen, and you found yourself lying in your bed within Red Grave City. Sitting in a chair by your bedside, was V, reading the Anthology of William Blake. The moment you shifted, the young man closed the tome and set it aside, his eyes raising to look at you, “I am glad that you recovered, Y/N.”

“V…” You wheezed, throat sore and voice hoarse, “What happened? How long was I out? Where’s Nero and Dante?” The questions spewed from your mouth faster than you could breathe.

Your and Dante’s client pressed his lips in a thin line before answering you, “Dante stayed behind to buy us time to escape. None of us were strong enough to face Urizen. Nero left for Fortuna to get stronger, and I haven’t heard from Dante since we left the Qliphoth Tree three days prior. You’ve been unconscious since.”

Huffing, you peered out the room window to observe the massive tree in the distance, “Did Shadow bring us here?” You wondered, remembering that it was the remnant of Vergil that had probably carried you out of the tree.

“Yes.” V answered, turning to also stare out the window. “I wasn’t aware that you owned property in Red Grave City.”

“The house belongs to my husband and I.” You clarified, but didn’t say more. “So, what’s the plan, V? Get stronger and then take Urizen on again?”

The younger man nodded, “That is the plan.”

An impatient huff left your lips, “That’s a shitty plan.”

The grim expression on V’s face brought you to silence, “It’s the only plan we have.”

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Hiraeth Chapter 46: Resolve

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Chapter Forty-Six: Resolve

Notes: OMG I had a BLAST writing this chapter! Couldn’t tell you why, but the word count probably alludes to that. IDK the last time I wrote a 4500 word chapter! That is a whole third longer than usual! Yay!

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Quiet nighttime air made its way through the leaves and branches of the trees and bushes that lined the curbside. A chill hung in the air, frost refracting off of the dim lights lined the roadside in ten-foot intervals, providing just enough light to allow one to traverse the area unhindered but to not disturb the residents of the homes and businesses that adorned the main boulevard. It was late now, just after dusk, and most had either settled in for the night or located a source of evening entertainment. Barely anyone was out and about on this particular road, and that was fortunate indeed when what was about to happen was taken into consideration.

Without warning, a glowing blue tear opened up at the mouth of the alley between two buildings, and out tumbled a figure in a familiar long coat, bloodied and more or less completely done with the situation that they found themself in. Rolling into and across the road, they were nearly hit by a passing truck that sped up to pass them, the driver honking despite being the one who was meant to yield in that situation. The figure hit their back against a street pole, knocking their head against the curb before rapidly collecting themself and hurrying to their feet. They were not out of this fight just yet.

A second figure struggled through behind him, rocketing forward the moment they managed to make their way through the gateway. Another blurry dark figure could be seen just inside of the portal, but when they touched it, they recoiled in discomfort before nodding to their companion and skulking away, faceless but clearly displeased. The first figure bowed to them in a way that implied that the formless being held some power over them before turning its attention back towards the man in the long, dark blue coat.

Surging forward with its long halberd at the ready, it vaulted over the street and bore down on the eldest son of the Dark Knight Sparda, missing him with the downward thrust that it aimed at his head, but managing to kick him square in the chest hard enough to send him slamming back through the glass of some unfortunate empty shop. How fortunate that it was a vacant suite, or else someone would return to their shop in a few hours and be expressly pissed. But he cared little for that right now. He had bigger problems. He would not break his concentration for that.

“Had enough yet, spawn of Sparda?” The devil spat, taking a moment to lick its blade before brandishing it again. It was a slow, methodical action that had probably been intended to intimidate him, but if this creature, intelligent though it seemed to be, thought that something as meager as that would be enough to unnerve him, then it had another thing coming. Well, aside from his blade.

With no hesitation, he rushed forward at blinding speed, locking swords with the snarling humanoid demon before it pushed him back again, sending both of them into the planter out front of the buildings. It then snatched him and tossed him through the other window of the same building, succeeding in finally pissing him off enough to get him to take drastic action.

“Our master will have what he is owed! Surrender the nestling and you may yet be granted the privilege of dying quickly!” It said, kicking aside some of the concrete and plant matter that it had managed to dislodge during their brief scuffle. It would not entertain such unfamiliar surroundings for much longer. But it was woefully unaware of its mistake. They were only a block from the office. He knew this area better than this creature did. And it had no idea of what he was capable of.

Rocketing forward at an unbelievable pace, the half-devil snatched the demon by the throat and sent him flying across the street and through the brick wall that was under construction on the other side of the street that they had exited the portal from, setting back whatever construction project had been underway by several days at least. No. No, they would not. Over his dead body.

“You will have nothing, for that is what I owe you. But I shall take everything from you.” The Darkslayer said, marching across the street towards his opponent. He was clearly incensed and despite his injuries, there was little that he was not willing to do to keep his foes at bay and away from either of his sons. From what he could tell, they knew nothing of Nero. Their target was V. But they would not have either of them. His enemies had taken enough from his family. His father’s burdens should never have had to pass to either of his sons. The eldest Son of Sparda knew that he would not have wanted that. But he was going to ensure that they didn’t pass down to his children. And he was willing to die on that hill.

He may have not possessed the strength to protect his mother that day, but he sure as hell had the strength to protect his children. And he wasn’t backing down. Never again.

Approaching the demon, it attempted to stab him again, only managing to cut his side. He barely registered the meager injury, a privilege of his incredible healing factor. He then seized the demon in his offhand, forcing it to its feet before cutting it up the middle.

Reeling from the staggering wound, the demon stumbled backward into the alley and down towards the direction of the office, lashing out in useless resistance as it was relentlessly pursued by its advisory. But as it neared the front steps of the Devil May Cry agency, the Darkslayer admittedly began to feel the depth of his injuries, his vision going somewhat hazy. He had the distinct impression that his footsteps were unsteady, but was not level-headed enough to check. And as he made his way over to the front door, things seemed to slow down significantly. For a moment, his breath became labored, and he had the distinct impression that if he did not regain control of himself that he would probably collapse.

From what he could tell, it took him longer than it should have to register the fact that he was standing in front of the door as he attempted to open the door. It was locked, probably due to the time. He stared at it tiredly for a moment, looking down and noticing the sheer amount of blood on the stairs. A good amount of that was his, and he knew as much even in his delirium. He knocked. And then again. And again, pausing only to see if he heard anything from the other side of the door. He didn’t, a direct result of the fact that his ears and head were ringing like a church bell in a narrow well.

He now found himself using the door to support his weight, not quite swaying but still not completely still. He knocked again, and then he slumped over entirely, his knees momentarily giving out. Why hadn’t he recovered yet? It was exceedingly rare for his body to have not started to heal yet. Perhaps the sheer number of injuries were causing him some difficulty? After all, he had been banged up pretty good. But for a moment, everything went dark and he felt himself go downward. He wasn’t unconscious, but he wasn’t all there, either. With his eyes closed, he found himself deprived of one of his senses. But so long as the demon was dead on the stairs next to him, he couldn’t muster up the interest to care.

Moments later, the music and talking from within the building that he couldn’t entirely make out stopped and he thought he could hear footsteps. Everyone was on alert. He could feel that much even without seeing. But then, just as he was attempting to collect himself, he felt a rush of climate-controlled air as the doors to the Devil May Cry agency opened, and the presence of his younger twin became unmistakably clear to him. There was a momentary pause during which nothing was said. And then everything hit him all at once, seemingly unwilling to allow him to just live out the rest of his life laying on the front steps of the office he now called home. It was never that simple.

“Vergil! What the hell happened to you?!” Dante said, taking a step backward as his twin struggled to his feet, barely coherent and registering his own actions; nothing more than a bleeding mass of stab wounds, gashes, slashes, and torn fabric. It seemed that he was going to need another shirt. A pity because he actually liked this one. How did his coat always manage to make it through mostly unscathed in spite of it all?

“You just said it, Dante. Hell!” Vergil half-heartedly shouted through gritted teeth before slumping over against the wall. Now he was painfully coherent. Honestly, he wanted nothing more than to sit down and give his injuries the time they needed, but he was going to have to do something first. Before his twin could respond, he withdrew Yamato and opened another portal, returning a few moments later with Nero. He heard the Darkslayer apologize to Kyrie for startling her, the sound of broken dishes as she yelped in surprise unmistakable. As the portal closed, he was sure that he caught sight of the young woman waving in a polite, if not delayed fashion, clearly unsure as to what else she could do with herself at that moment in time. Poor Kyrie. He would never understand how she got roped up in this mess. She had to truly love Nero to deal with the rest of them.

As Nero attempted to reconcile the fact that he had just been pulled through one of his missing father’s portals by the back of his shirt, Vergil left again, this time returning with V in tow. The young summoner stared at his father blankly as he walked through of his own accord, his demeanor revealing that he wasn’t even slightly surprised by this turn of events. He had been surprised when his father had knocked on the door and asked to borrow him for a moment instead of appearing inside of his house, though. He knew that he probably could, and the look on Nero’s face seemed to imply that he had just done something like that to the younger hunter.

Dante couldn’t remember the last time that Vergil had actually raised his voice. He was clearly not in the mood for this. Probably best to lay off for now. But first, he had a question for his twin, and it involved the devil that was lying dead on the floor of his front office. Hopefully, it turned to dust sooner rather than later. It would be hard to dispose of discreetly. “So why is that thing here, and where are the rest of them?”

“I can only assume that the rest are unable to cross over into this realm. Most of the more powerful devils still cannot set foot into the human world, especially while using a gateway opened by a blade that once belonged to the very devil that sealed them away.” Vergil finally allowed himself to collapse onto the floor, his back resting against the couch in the living room. He was thoroughly exhausted. “Even possessing Yamato would do them little good if they were not extraordinarily powerful. I doubt they know as much, however.”

“Makes sense, I guess. Though I’m willing to bet that every demon in the underworld probably wants to get a hold of Yamato if that’s the case. Those wackos in Fortuna sure did.” Dante said as he came slightly closer, covertly checking on his brother.

“Judging by my personal experiences and the endless hunts levied against me from the moment I came into possession of the blade, I would be forced to agree with you. I have not known a moment’s reprieve since I chose to take it up in our father’s absence.”

“Come on, Vergil. We both know that’s a lie. V and Nero wouldn’t be here if that was the case.” The younger of the two said with a soft laugh, struggling to hide how raw his nerves were from seeing Vergil return in such a state. He’d feared as much. Vergil truly had gotten himself into quite the mess when he’d left. He was lucky to be alive.

Vergil pulled something akin to a smirk, momentarily recalling something that they had no knowledge of. “Under whose authority did you come to the conclusion that those were calm occasions. I assure you, they were thoroughly tumultuous. Don’t assume.”

Dante blanched, admittedly stunned by his twin’s omission. He was rarely so forward. Nero and V turned bleach pale and beet red respectively, knowing that they would never be able to unhear their father’s words. Oh, how they wished they could be anywhere but here. Genuinely anywhere else. They were only being slightly facetious. Perhaps it was brain damage or blood loss at work? Nero was willing to bet that Griffon would assume the latter if asked. He was so fond of that argument that he was starting to agree.

“So, how was your trip, Brother? Hopefully half as fun as us all wondering if you were dead for a week. And why does your coat seem even blacker now than it did before?”

“Painful and informative. Though not in the way that I had hoped. I can at least confirm something. Each of the nine Prince of Darkness had their own dark knights at one point or another, an assumption that I had back when I was trapped under Mundus’s servitude that has since been proven true.” He looked ill having to even speak that name. Oh, how he wished he could permanently remove it from his vocabulary. Still, he internally noted Dante’s comment about his absence and made a note to consider mentioning his intentions the next time. It wouldn’t take much. “As for the coat, it is darker. A side effect of Belial’s domain. It corrupts everything with darkness that steps foot into it. Fabric is simply an easy target. Or it could be the very air in that place that is to blame. The soot in that place would blot out the sun if it was allowed to.”

The youngest Son of Sparda nodded. That made sense from what he could tell. He shrugged, gesturing for Vergil to continue. Clearly, he had more to say. The eldest of the two nodded, adjusting himself on the couch before continuing. Part of Dante died inside as he realized that Vergil was absolutely going to ruin his sofa, but at least the old piece of furniture could be replaced. Vergil was in rough shape if he felt the need to lay down. He wasn’t going to disturb him.

“I’ve seen several of the others firsthand, but most have either been dispatched or their lords killed since that time. I saw to many of those tasks myself. It was a grueling and costly affair that nearly ended in my demise. Both of my sons saw the direct results of that ordeal first hand upon my return.”

“Ah yes, the cracks. That must have been some fight.” V thought to himself quietly. That explained quite a bit. A quick glance over at Nero was all it took to confirm that he both shared the same thought path as he did, but also shared the trauma caused by it. It didn’t escape his notice that Nero had rumbled his once departed arm in discomfort for a moment as though the mere mention of the attack that had claimed its predecessor was enough to cause him physical pain. Perhaps it was. Trauma worked in mysterious ways at times, and everyone’s reaction to it was different.

It seemed that Vergil had honed his trademark strength and aggression somewhere specific. Dante has assumed that much, realizing that he clearly couldn’t have made it as long as he had down there without adapting to his environment. But if he had waged war singlehandedly against the leaders of the underworld, then that explained the very noticeable and difficult to contend with jump in physical strength that he had witnessed since his return. Without Yamato at his disposal, he had been forced to improvise.

“I thought them a nonfactor… Except for one that I can now concretely confirm the survival of. And we do not see eye to eye.”

“And let me guess: he works for Belial, right? And he’s one of the ones you didn’t beat back then?” Vergil had literally no good news to impart upon them, it seemed. But perhaps being in the know was better than nothing. At least they knew what they were up against this time. Dante was glad for that.

“Unfortunately you would be correct. She does.”

She? Now, this was interesting. Nero, Dante, and V shared a look ranging between a raised eyebrow and a full head tilt on Dante’s part before returning their collective attention to Vergil. Lady seemed to take note as well, chuckling to herself at the mental image of Vergil getting his butt kicked by some random demoness. Trish sighed to herself quietly. She had a feeling she knew where this was going. She’d spent enough time in the underworld to have a general idea of who he might have encountered if he’d gone on that side of the underworld. What in the world had Vergil been thinking?

“Is that how you got your ass handed to you, Vergil?” Nero asked casually, leaning against Dante’s desk just a few feet away. V had taken a seat next to him on the surface of the desk, Lucia joining him. The young summoner barely hid his blush as he looked away from her, but he had to keep his mind on the topic at hand. This was serious.

“You don’t actually think you're funny do you, Nero?” A look of disapproval adorned Vergil’s face, but everyone present including the Darkslayer himself knew that he wasn’t going to do anything. He wasn’t in the condition to be as much of a threat as he normally was.

“Sometimes. Anyway, this knight that mopped the floor with your deadbeat ass got a name?” Nero inquired casually as he shrugged, unphased by his father’s comment. As long as Kyrie giggled at his jokes Julio sighed in playful annoyance at his puns, then he didn’t care what anyone else had to say.

Realizing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with Nero, Vergil redirected his attention to his younger twin. He was learning to take Nero’s comments in his stride, filing them away as nothing more than tasteless dark humor on his son’s part. It seemed to be the tone that made all the difference. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, when the time came, he was probably going to need Dante’s assistance if he wanted to beat her and still manage to maintain the strength necessary to take on his true opponent.

“Exalta, Huntress of Decay. She is… treacherous. She cannot be reasoned with, and she does not back down.” Vergil was clearly unamused. He had to admit that she had actually done that, both figuratively and literally. Despite her stature (which was immense, all things considered) she possessed extraordinary physical strength. This wasn’t the first time she had reminded him of that fact. “Doing battle against her is much like what I would imagine trying to stab a moving locomotive into submission would feel like. She’s an unyielding mass of hateful, concentrated destruction.”

For a moment, Dante considered asking Vergil what the “Huntress of Decay” part was about, but he decided against it. Somehow he just knew he would find out at some point anyway. And that title seemed pretty self-explanatory. This just got better and better by the second. Maybe against all the odds he could just odder her friendship and she would be gentle with him? Unlikely, but he did love a good fight regardless. If she had body-slammed Vergil through one of his own portals, then she was a foe worth contending with. But at least she couldn’t come into the human world. The town had seen enough destruction since Vergil’s return.

Trish nodded before shaking her head, her arms falling to her sides in dissatisfied exasperation. “I never did like her. She poured a drink on me once when I went with Vergil to pass a message to Belial for Mundus. A hot drink. And she didn’t speak. To my understanding, she comes from the same subspecies as your father, so she is more than capable of intelligence though. A foe to be reckoned with. Tread carefully.”

Vergil smirked. Oh, he remembered that. He stifled a chuckle before it could do any damage. One of the scarce moments of humor he could derive from the hell he had gone through back then. But even back then he could vaguely recall being pleased that Exalta had done that. Perhaps she wasn’t as bad as he had originally assumed.

“Great. She sounds like an absolute joy. But can one of you kill her? I mean, she’s not that tough, is she?” Lady asked as she barely held in the urge to laugh at what had happened to Trish. She folded her arms across her chest as she came slightly closer. She’d never seen Vergil get his butt kicked this badly before, not even when they had gone against her father as teenagers. And he’d literally been slapped across the room on his face during that encounter. Ah, good times. It had been the highlight of an otherwise terrible moment in her life. She could practically feel her leg ache just thinking about it. Or maybe that was just the cold weather.

Both Trish and Vergil nodded to confirm their ability to remove Exalta’s soul from her body, the pair then looking at one another in uncomfortable horror after the fact. Vergil then flopped back on the couch and stayed there for a moment. It was fortunate that his body healed so fast, but it was still strangely slow, all things considered. Either way, he could feel his muscles and skin repairing themselves. He would be fine momentarily, even if he was slightly worn out from that ordeal. He had not expected to run headfirst into the situation that he had just found himself in. The underworld was full of surprises, and they were never pleasant ones.

Realizing that that thoroughly unpleasant conversation was over with, Patty came from behind the couch where she had been standing this entire time, looking to break the ice. She turned her attention to Vergil, noting that he seemed to be more or less alright now. Well, at least much better than he had been when he’d arrived at the office. “So… Do you want to play a game of poker with me?”

Vergil stared at her blankly, seemingly not believing what she had just asked him. Surely she saw the gravity of everything that was going on. She couldn’t be that blind to it. But then again, perhaps that was the point. Tension was heavy in the room as everyone took in the gravity of the situation. She was probably just trying to alleviate that. Pulling himself to a sitting position, he rubbed his face for a moment before half looking at her. “Why not.”

“You can play poker?” Dante said doubtfully. Now, this he had to see.

He registered his twin’s presence and the utterly flabbergasted look on his face. It was apparent to him that his brother had never considered the fact that he might know how to do something like this. Not that he could say that he could. Dante certainly couldn’t if his ledger was anything to go by. But what did he possibly have to lose? He owned basically nothing. “Why wouldn’t I know how to play poker? It’s basically chess.”

Now Dante looked equal parts confused and genuinely irritated. “No, it’s not.”

“And how would you know that? Have you ever played chess, Dante?” He knew for a fact that he hadn’t. The Damned Chest Set that occupied the entrance to Temen ni Gru’s portal’s upper echelons didn’t count in the slightest. It was sentient and Vergil was confident that his twin had simply stabbed them to death. He didn’t have to even be there to know that. The eldest son of the Dark Knight Sparda had to genuinely contain how excited he was to see his younger twin this utterly perplexed. It was rare that he annoyed Dante in exactly the same way that his younger sibling annoyed him. He was going to bullshit his way through this game of poker, and Dante couldn’t stop him.

Dante raises his hand and opens his mouth to answer before letting his hand drop and allowing his hand to fall to his side. No. No, he hadn’t. Vergil had him beat and he hated it. Why on earth had he been so worried about him all week? A snaggle-toothed grin passed across his face as he turned, put his hand up in defeat, and retired to the one good couch that was left to watch his brother get his ass handed to him in poker. No one beat Patty. That was simply a fact of life.

Nero, Lucia, and V looked at one another, unsure as to what to do before deciding that it was probably best to just head back to V’s house. It had furniture now, and unlike Dante’s office, half of it wasn’t malfunctioning or soaked in blood. There was no contest in regards to the best place to spend the evening. Dante and Vergil were going to need some time alone. Nero and V would take their opportunity to check in on him once things were calmer around the office. It was best that V not spend too much time away from the safe confines of his home. After all, it was literally bad for his health.

Lady and Trish shared a look between one another as the trio left the building, thoroughly confused as to what the hell was going on before reaching into their pockets to procure their wallets. It seemed that it was time for that hypothetical wager that they had spoken about before to take place.

“My bet’s on Patty,” Lady said with a snarky smile and she placed down a crisp, solid hundred dollar bill on Dante’s now vacant desk. It was clearly new money. Trish took a moment to consider her options before smiling softly. She was willing to bet on Vergil any day of the week in spite of their past issues. She had seen first hand what he had endured. A game of poker was child's play in comparison.

“I’ll take that bet.”

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Gosh, I really want to write a story about Vergil and his pre DMC5 war against the devil princes now because omfg that would be so metal! It wouldn’t be super long, either. Maybe like 5-10 chapters at most. Guess I have to add that to the list of things to do after I finish the Soliloquy Saga. Or would that technically be part of it? Who knows.

I’m taking bets now on who is gonna win this poker game lol! See you in the comments and again on Friday! Hope you liked this chapter! I accidentally pulled an all-nighter writing it because I was having such a good time!

#Hiraeth #My Post Devil May Cry 5 AU #Dante #Vergil #Nero #V #Vitale #Fanfic #Devil May Cry #Devil May Cry 5 #Devil May Cry V #DMC #DMCV

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Chapters: 20/20 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nero & Vergil (Devil May Cry), Kyrie/Nero (Devil May Cry), Dante & Nero (Devil May Cry), Dante & Vergil (Devil May Cry), Nero & Nico (Devil May Cry) Additional Tags: Dysfunctional Family, Family Feels, Drama, Road Trips, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Male-Female Friendship, Father-Son Relationship, Unreliable Narrator, Post-Devil May Cry 5, Emotional Baggage, Dadgil, Angst Summary: Nero does not let the year end without hearing a few resolutions from his family.

THE FINALE IS HERE! This is a double update including the long ending and a short epilogue, so make sure to read both chapter 19 or 20, esp if you want the full range of family feels :)

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Dante blanched like Vergil hadn't seen since they were children. It planted a fiendish smirk on Nero's jaw and the slightest upturn of Vergil's.

But the son doesn't let his father off easy either. "Don't tell me there's nothing in the whole place you wouldn't want?" he asks.

Vergil scoffs at the sentiment. "The only value left is in the land itself."

Now its Dante's turn to bark out a laugh. "Yeah, but your name's on the deed, actually."

Vergil and Nero turned right on him, matching eyes narrowed and mouths tight with suspicion.

"What?" Dante's eyes widened under their combined might. "I had Morrison do some digging; he didn't wanna get involved in our personal stuff, but I knew he was curious and I kinda was, too. He found what the bank didn't have—Verge, he even found dad's will."

The pace of the eldest son of Sparda is possessed as he all but teleports to his brother, eyes and mouth twisted as tightly as they could.

"What," he gapes.

All the light on Dante's face tightened a bit, honing right in on his twin. "Dad wanted everything split evenly between us, of course, but you can't just take a sword and cut the house in half!”

Vergil's grip on Yamato tightened. "Watch me."

#devil may cry #dmc5 #dmc 5 #devil may cry 5 #dmc #fanfic #dadgil #my stuff

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buns-with-a-book · 4 years

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Reflections and Illusions

For Day Six of DMCWeek2020, the prompts chosen this week were Family and Belonging! They’re subjects quite close to our leading lady Cassandra. Cordelia and Anastasia (and the idea for this fic) are all from @furyeclipse

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: OC, Dante, Vergil, Nero (minor role), Kyrie (minor role), Credo (cameo) Tags: @nimnox @astral-space-dragon @harlot-of-oblivion @queenmuzz @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate

Summary: While on a mission, Cassandra hears her name and goes into a strange portal. What she finds is a world she dearly wants but cannot have.

“Jeez, all I wanted was a nice birthday-” Cassandra swiftly dodged out of the way of the demon’s attack. “And you come along to ruin it!” The demon, taking the form of a large black dog, snarled at her. “Come on, you terrible little doggie!” The demon dog let out a ferocious roar, leaping forward. She twirled out of the way, Failnaught impaling itself into the demon’s flank and ripping open a large wound. The demon hit the ground hard, turning into dust. Cassandra spun the sword-cane in her hand, sighing.

“Not how you wanted to spend your birthday?” Dante asked with a cocky grin.

“What gave you that impression?” She huffed. “This stuffy old mansion...jeez, it’s a terrible place for a birthday. Come on, let’s find Nero and Vergil and go get our pay. Maybe that local pizza place is still open at this hour-”

Cassandra…

A voice, strangely siren-like, called for her. She paused and looked around, visibly confused. She looked to Dante, who looked just as confused as she was.

“What’s the matter?”

“I...I just thought I heard someone calling for me.”

Cassandra...

Cassandra closed her eyes, shaking her head. “Maybe I should go take a look around. Just in case there’s something...you know, suspicious. You go find Vergil and Nero.” Dante nodded, silver eyes glancing around. Cassandra nodded at him before dashing off. The sound of the voice calling her was northward, she could feel it. As she dashed through the halls of the abandoned mansion, the call of her name seemed to become louder, a ringing in her head she couldn’t ignore.

Cassandra...

She dashed out the back door, looking around. The grounds were visibly overgrown from decades of neglect. Her eyes fell upon the greenhouse, windows broken and frosted from disuse. She walked over to the greenhouse, carefully opening the glass door. Planters had been thrown out, leaving nothing but a dirt floor. At the other end of the greenhouse, however, was what looked to be a mirror of some kind. It’s stone frame was covered with plants, both in motifs and actual plants. It’s reflective surface shone brilliantly, as if it was untouched by time. Cassandra slowly stepped forward, boots crushing glass and dirt underneath her. As her reflection appeared in the mirror, it seemed to...wobble? Her hand carefully rested on the glass…

And went right through it.

She yelped in surprise, pulling back her hand. She looked at her hand, noticing nothing wrong with it.

Cassandra…!

The voice was more insistent now, overwhelming her senses. Following the call, an intense ringing drowned out everything. She held her head, Failnaught clattering to the ground. The agony pounded at her skull, like a terrible awful migraine she only heard tales of from old women. She stumbled, her foot caught something, before her body fell onto the mirror’s reflective surface.

CASSANDRA!

She half-expected her body to hit the glass, piercing her skin and leaving a nasty cut. To her surprise, her body hit warm grass. She slowly opened her eyes, finding what had once been a gloomy overcast dusk was now a bright sunny day. She let out a pained groan, her head still throbbing.

“My little star!” A voice, a painfully familiar voice, made her eyes snap open. She looked up, seeing someone that should be dead staring back at her: her own mother, Stella Sagefire.

“Mother…?” She whimpered as she felt oddly cool hands help her on her feet. She looked past her, seeing Dante happily grilling like a dad (well he was an uncle, that was close enough). Nero and Kyrie were sitting at a table, happily chatting about something. Next to Nero was Cordelia, beaming at Nero like he was an older brother. Vergil was sitting next to Cordelia, but his eyes were firmly focused on Cassandra. Next to Kyrie was a man she only saw in pictures, her older brother Credo, relaxed and at ease. Her gaze returned to her mother, her hair tied up in a messy bun, strands of golden blond framing her face and clear blue eyes. It looked as if she had never been so deathly sick at all.

“Cassandra!” A second voice, another familiar voice that only made her heart ache as a more youthful woman that was near the same age as her mom stepped forward: Anastasia Faye. Her bright seafoam green eyes stared at Cassandra in worry. Her dark brown black hair went down to her mid-back. A lavender colored ribbon was tied in her hair, similar to how Cordelia put bows in her hair, but her bow was on the left side of her head compared to Cordelia keeping it centered on her head. She wore a rose gold trimmed strapless black dress that went down to her knees and brown boots to match. A necklace around her neck like V's old choker but, instead of a tooth, it was a small charm from outside the walls. She never did find out where she got it from.

“It’s your birthday, Cassandra.” Stella gently explained. “Do you not want to attend your own birthday party?”

“I...I mean...I…” Cassandra lowered her head. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her core.

"Cass sweetie, you getting overwhelmed again? You tripped over your own two feet again." Anastasia chuckled softly as she ruffled her hair. "Hmm no bumps, you're fine."

“I don’t feel fine.” She muttered. What was it that was so wrong about it? She missed her mothers so dearly, she had loved them so, but they were dead. They couldn’t be here, not in this mirror world.

You could just stay here with your mothers, in this perfect world.

That nagging feeling prodded at her, almost tugged on her insistently in her mind. She could stay, with ghosts and echoes all around her.

"You alright there, Sleeping Beauty?" Anastasia asked. She could hear the concern in her voice.

“No, this is all wrong.” She pulled away. Already, the world was starting to fade around them, mixing together like a bad watercolor painting. Despite that, Stella and Anastasia remained clear and pristine in her vision. “You’re dead. You two, you died, you can’t be here!” She didn’t stop the tears from falling down her face, she couldn’t.

Anastasia sighed softly and put a firm hand on her shoulder. "Cassandra, look up at me please." Cassandra let out a soft heaving noise, slowly looking up at Anastasia.

"I made Anastasia bend the rules a bit, again.” Stella admitted sheepishly. “I know that I promised last time I wouldn't but this time, I needed to do it for an important reason: so that your mother and I can see you free and happy, far from Eternis Brillia, happy with the azure Son of Sparda and free from that sorry excuse of a boy Draco. I'm also guessing you found Cordelia as well."

"I'm happy that my Magpie found her way home to you." Anastasia added. “And you’ve found your self confidence again. Make sure that the azure boy knows how much you love him and how happy you are being at his side.”

"I got to finally see you again Cassandra. I'm proud that you've grown up into a confident lady."

Anastasia pulled Stella and Cassandra into a tight warm hug, kissing her head softly. “Happy Birthday Cassandra, please ever don't forget how much we love you. Before I forget, please tell my little magpie, you got her gift.”

“Her gift?” Cassandra asked tearfully. The world around them was nothing but darkness, with only her two mothers still clearly before her. Anastasia kissed the top of her head and smiled softly. Cassandra swore she felt something at her neck, arms hugging her close. “Mom...Mother...tell me, what do you mean?”

“A happy family. People who love her dearly, no matter what.” Anastasia murmured. “And it was something we wanted for you as well.”

“Cassandra, my little star, you cannot stay here.” Stella said, her voice grim. “You have to return back to the azure son, to your family, to our little magpie.” Her and Anastasia’s hand rubbed away the tears that streaked down her face. “Because we weren't strong enough to live, but you are.”

“Mom, Mother, don’t go-” Cassandra suddenly heard the sound of glass shatter before she fell backward, away from the rapidly disappearing images of her mothers. Faintly, she saw her tears fly into the dark abyss...or were they hers?

We will always love you.

She expected to hit the floor, for her arms to be cut by shattered shards of mirrors, but strong arms, Vergil’s arms, caught her and held her up. She blinked, watching as Nero and Dante stared at the remains of the mirror, weapons aloft. The mirror was now just stone and glass on the floor. Nero rushed to her side.

“Mom, are you ok?” Nero asked worriedly. Cassandra nodded, letting Vergil help her onto her feet. “What was that?”

“...a trap. It’s an illusion mirror, from Eternis Brillia. I suppose the last owner was an adherent of the Earthfaith.” Cassandra breathlessly explained. “It was still effective...I…”

“You what?”

“...I saw my mothers.” She said, trying not to cry. She had enough of that for a while, at least. Her gaze rested on the broken mirror. “It wasn’t real. They’re dead. They died years ago.” She took a deep breath, feeling Dante rub his hand against her shoulder. “That’s what the mirror does: it lures you in with what you want the most and traps you in it’s illusions.” A quiet fell between them, all eyes on the broken trap at their feet.

“Hey…” Dante broke the quiet, trying to sound easy-going, as if nothing had happened short of a job well done. “How about we get a pizza?”

“A pizza, Dante!?” Vergil growled. “That’s the last-”

“No no no, I...I’d like something stupidly greasy right now to take my mind off things.” Cassandra looked up to the trio. Dante beamed at the sound of Cassandra taking his side of things. Vergil scowled at the decision before seeming to relent. Cassandra took one last glance to the broken mirror, the damp air silent. It couldn’t be real...right?

And yet, as her hand reached up to realize that a new Rhodonite necklace now hung around her neck, she suddenly wasn’t sure if everything in the broken mirror was illusionary.

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andieperrie18 · 4 years

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Submit to Me (Vergil x Reader/Oc)

Based on (G)-Idle's song Oh my God. Hope ya guys like it. I might post it on Ao3 but with a full smut. If I can.

A news crawled its way up from the underworld and was brought to the attention the eldest son of Sparda.

A grave news that made his thunder a wrath worse that a hurricane.

The Demon King is dead.

Mundus is dead.

The fellow was said to be mercilessly dismembered to the smallest chunks that would have put the Egyptian god of the Underworld to shame. After being left to chunks, he was fed to the three headed guard dog who had surrendered to the dominion of the new ruler of the underground without question.

Word spread like a wild fire to the berserkers of the human world. Some demons retreated to the underworld and submitted themselves to themselves to the new sovereign of hell. Although there are still some who didn’t submit, most of them mainly were she devils and demons who are rumored that envied the new ruler greatly that they have loathed how she has every demons kneeling to her feet. The same way the demon king did before he met his untimely and gruesome death.

“You sure that’s a good idea? I mean you barging in to the underworld.” His younger brother clad in a dirty red coat slouched back to his seat, legs rested above the work desk before him. Vergil fixed his coat and held the yamato in one hand as he prepped for his departure to meet the thief who stole his prey before he could even make a move to annihilate.

“I spent my days here thinking of ways to bring the demon king down. And now to find out that a mere she devil has taken that opportunity from me makes my blood boil.” The pale skin transitioned to a bony white hue as Vergil gripped the katana even tighter than before.

Dante could see the dark blue aura the male radiated that showed the Halfling’s wrath. Vergil’s thirst for superiority through power will forever be etched in him, if a simple repeating behavior is done until the child comes to age, it will become his personality, in this case, Vergil’s search for power to quench his thirst for superiority.

“I’ll show that low grade demon what true power is. If Mundus is stupid enough to submit to her lustful wiles, then she cannot fool me.”

With those final statements, he unsheathes the Yamato and slashed two slices in the air, cutting space and time itself to bring him a portal to the Underworld. He struts forward with this brother shaking his head left to right.

“Oh Vergil, if that she devil tricked that almighty demon king to submit to her. I don’t think you can stand a chance. Since you had Nero.” Dante laid back and stared to the roof of his shop.

Vergil emerged from the cross portal, standing before the heat and screams. Before him was a long crumbling thin rock bridge that is actually more sturdy than what it actually looks. A person or creature with no balance will fall to his/her death to the moat of boiling blood and fire beneath it. He looked down, he could see millions and millions of soul trampling over another with a false hope to be out of the unending pain. Moans and cries of sinners singed beneath the once home and dominion of Mundus.

Face fall forward and he strut to his enemy. His eyes did not linger to any white noise and continued onward until he reached the double doors.

Vergil’s face curled to a frown and brought his foot. A loud thud rumbled across the halls of the throne room, the two doors burst open. Roars and prowls replied back as scampering feet scratched the dirt floor of the throne room hall. Demons emerged from each pillar and stalked forward to the intruder.

The son of Sparda stood before a sea of growling beasts. He did not speak but loudly removed the scabbard of the Yamato. Letting his body form the stance to attack.

SHE watched as he slashed down every creature that came his way. The stone cold faced morphed into a grimace with every angry slice, he didn’t even let any of them get a scratch on his coat. Teeth clutched the bottom lip, eyes shut half lidded as she remained her sight to the Halfling barreling forward towards her throne.

“Mmmhh…how scrumptious…” Her thighs shut close as her left hand clutched her clothed womanhood, heaving heavy breaths and cheeks so red that almost matched the color of her lips as if she was watching a live intercourse before her eyes.

The thing excited her the most was that she he has volunteered to serve himself to be in the presence of Her Highness. A moan escaped her throat, her lips curling to a lust-filled smirk that can turn any mortal man to a puddle of their own orgasm.

Vergil strode forwards slashing continuously. The horde grew no matter how many he slashes down. Like he was cutting a Hydra’s head only to have two more grow back. He was in the brink of a decision to trigger to his Devil form until a voice halted the demons, with him along with them.

He heard it clear with his heightened senses, the tone belong to a woman. He wouldn’t have stopped to anyone’s order but when he heard it, every fiber of his body halted and a goose bumps traveled its way along his spine.

“That’s enough my darlings.”

He slowly stood up from his bent form from fighting as the sea of demons split in to two, creating a pathway for his eyes to follow. From the floor, to the few steps up to the alter, to a pair of crossed smooth, milk white skin legs, up to a seated petite body in a tight sleeveless dress with a heart shaped chest line that revealed her cleavage shamelessly, up to her white neck that can make any vampire crave, and to her face and blonde locks.

Everything he thought and said about showing the killer of Mundus were shoved back to his throat as he mentally mouth watered at the sight of the she devil.

“My! my! my! If it isn’t a lucky day indeed. The son of Sparda serves himself to me as my dessert.” Vergil could see the overwhelming want in her eyes that screamed threat all over the place.

“Come close my brave knight.”

And in an instant he climbed towards her. Every part of him obliged to her order, his teeth gritted as if holding himself back from her wiles only for his own body to disobey his own mind. He flicked his glare towards the woman seated on the crystal throne.

His eyes met here piercingly lustful looking ones. It was already too late before he could turn away.

Her smile grew wider and hungrier as he approached. Biting her bottom lips and sliding in her seat left to right in a slow manner. He dropped to his knees and had the other perched up with a feet planted on the ground. His sword was already sheathed back to its scabbard with him having no memory of how it came and his other arm rested on the arched leg.

“Leave us.” The she devil’s voice slither to every demon’s ear like a tickle. Even the Halfling himself, bringing tingles at the tip of his fingers and a sharp breath out his lungs. The creatures obeyed with ease and left the room. The she devil turns to the male.

Vergil wanted to speak, to ask the devil if she indeed killed Mundus but before he could, he felt himself stiffen, with a pair of hands traveling all over his chest and a presence from behind him. Lips trailed over the shell of his right ear, an unintentional groan escapes his throat accompanied by a jolt to his body.

“Hmmm… you poor poor man, how long have you been starve from a woman’s touch? Shall I relieve you before his eyes?” her hot breath made the thing between his legs twitch.

He suddenly realized. ‘His’ his confused face signaled the she devil who smirked.

“agh! Wha..” she nipped and kissed his neck like a viper. He remained immobile as she continued her gestures but he had tightened the hold around the yamato. Her lips started the left and slowly inched to the right, licking his Adam’s apple making his neck flick up. His breath rags and heaves. His body trembled despite its inability to move. The urge to grab her and pin her to the ground slowly poisoned his mind. Ideas of ravaging her grew further from then on.

His left eye slowly slipped open, to peak at the she devil but he was met with a gruesome view. Both of his eyes widened and his jaw drops.

By the wall close to the ceiling, impaled against it is a head. Mundus’s head to be exact.

His face covered in his blood, eyes and lips still twitching showing signs of life. His eyes stared at Vergil with a shocking emotion. Desperation. ‘Help me’ he called through them.

“Do you like my first trophy my knight? He is just the first one. We could get more if you want.” Her devils echoed through his ear like a sin. He felt her hand takes the one stuck between him and her body, placing it in her left inner thigh, right below her woman hood as he felt a slick liquid on skin of his palm. His hand tightens around thigh a moan escapes her lips. His head was shove to turn and face her panting face. A lusted smile etched on her face, her lips inches away from his own. Vergil heaved his chest, the level of intimacy she surrounds him had him in a haze, completely forgetting the twitching head of Mundus hanging above.

“Be my king Vergil. We’ll rule like gods in this realm. Submit to me and I’ll submit to you.”

At that moment, he had a choice as he was finally able to move. With the yamato on his other, he could kill her and achieve his point that he is the strongest, or submit to her wiles and takes her on the cold floor underneath the dying head of his greatest enemy.

“I am yours, My Queen.”

(THAT GAL IS SOOJIN AND MY CHOSEN CHARACTER DESCRIPTION IN THIS SHOT)

Thank You 4 Reading.

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daemongal · 5 years

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So this ended up as ficlets because I wanted to do something more in depth than just headcanons :3 I switched it up a little from the request just so it didn’t feel like I was repeating myself too much, so Vergil’s doesn’t involve him returning directly after a mission. I hope this is still ok!

These are actually also SFW because for some reason I am in fluff mood today! The break is just due to the length since this ended up longer than anticipated!

Dante

Dante sighed as he walked through the door of the shop, worn out from a 3 day job he was unwittingly signed up for. He threw his coat onto the stand expertly and turned the key to lock the door. He walked towards the kitchen, planning on grabbing himself a cold beer from the fridge before stopping, startled by the sound of soft snoring.

He glanced towards the source of the sound, a soft smile spreading up his cheeks, crossing his arms across his chest at the sight. His S/O was curled up wearing one of his spare t-shirts, a pair of his boxers and was wrapped around what he could only assume was his old worn coat. She was lying on her side, hugging it tightly with her arms and legs, mouth slightly ajar, nuzzling the collar of the coat against her face.

He sighed, arms relaxing to his sides, the tension in his shoulders all but lifting at the sight of her peaceful face. He walked over to her quietly and knelt down next to the couch, brushing her hair behind her ear gently and placing a light kiss on her forehead.

“Hmmm... D-Dante?” She stirred, mumbling his name, eyes opening slightly, eyelids still heavy with sleep.

“The one and only babe. Making yourself comfy there?” He ran his fingers through her hair, helping her wake.

“Huh? Oh!” She sat up quickly, scrambling to straighten out the coat, pressing out any creases. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep like this. I just saw it hanging up over there and... well...” Her eyes fell to the floor, cheeks flushing red as Dante chuckled at the sight, slotting himself between her legs now hanging from the couch, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You missed me.” Dante finished her sentence, smile on his face as she gasped slightly at his words.

“Y-yeah... I did.” She placed the coat down, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, nuzzling her face into his hair, inhaling his musky scent.

“Well, I’m here now. Sorry for leaving you for so long, I’ve missed you too, so damn much.” He nuzzled closer to her body, squeezing her tightly, before letting out a sigh. “I better go get a shower, even I’m not shy to admit how gross I am right now.” He moved to stand up before his S/O held onto him tighter, stopping him in his tracks.

“N-no! You don’t need a shower. You can... stay like this, if it won’t bother you too much.” He smiled at her words, tightening his grip on her waist.

“In that case then,” taking her by surprise, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder as he walked towards the stairs, “lets take this upstairs. Seeing you wrapped around that old coat of mine made me jealous.” He cheekily groped her ass getting a restrained yelp from her. “And seeing how well you wear these clothes of mine is giving me all sorts of dirty thoughts.” He nipped at her thigh with his teeth as he kicked the bedroom door open, dropping her on the bed, quickly removing his cumbersome clothing before climbing over her.

“Time to show you just how much I’ve missed you babe.”

Vergil

Vergil stirred from his sleep, the first rays of sun waking him. He turned over to find the other side of the bed empty, much to his surprise. He had expected his S/O to creep up part way through the night, against his wishes, to join him. A part of him felt somewhat... touched at the fact that she had given him the distance he requested.

He had been seeing his S/O for some time now, and was slowly allowing them closer to him. She had asked if they could stop over for the night, having had a few beers and missing the last bus home. The evening was spent mostly in a comfortable silence, as Vergil read and his S/O had watched, what he described as agonisingly dull late night TV. He’d be lying however if he said he didn’t enjoy her company and liked hearing her laugh at whatever it was she was finding funny.

By the end of the night, she was insistent that she was coming to bed with him, mind hazy from the strong beers that Dante always kept stocked in the fridge. He had made his stance clear that if she was stopping, she would be sleeping on the couch. What he wouldn’t say however was that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to share his bed with her, but more that he just didn’t trust himself not to accidentally lash out in the night; after all, he’d spent so long alone that he wasn’t sure how his prone self would react to the moving body of another next to him.

He climbed out of bed and pulled on a pare of loose joggers, something he’s only comfortable wearing in the confines of his own space. He wandered down the stairs to check on her, anticipating that she would probably need some water for when she woke up. He grabbed and filled up a glass in the kitchen before walking back into the foyer of the shop. Dante was away on business and didn’t expect to be back for a few days, so he knew her sleeping on the couch wouldn’t be an issue. Even he wasn’t cruel enough to subject her to sleeping in his unkempt brother’s bed.

He walked over to the couch, seeing her laying there as expected. What was unexpected however was that the blanket he had given her was strewn on the floor and she was actually laying under... his blue coat. His breath hitched at the realisation, unable to comprehend the many feelings that went through him at that moment. His eyes fell to her face, resting against the collar. Her mouth had fallen slightly open and drool was pooling against the leather.

He knows he should be irate, if it were Dante in the same position he would have already pierced him through the gut but for some reason, seeing the peaceful sleeping face of his S/O, he just couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed. As much as he wasn’t annoyed however, he still wanted his jacket back. He placed the glass of water on the table a bit more heavy handed than necessary, the sound startling her awake.

“Urgh...” She grumbled, pulling the jacket over her face to shield herself from the light. The creak of the leather made her gasp as she realised all too quickly what she was holding.

“May I ask how you came about having that? If I remember correctly, that went with me to my room last night.” She gingerly lifted the coat, handing it back to him, her hair dishevelled and eyes set back with weariness.

“Verge, if I knew, I would tell you but that damn beer did a number on me last night. Gods my head...” She sat up slowly as Vergil handed her the water, walking over to the kitchen with his coat in hand to wipe down the dampness.

“I-I hope you’re not mad. I really don’t remember getting it. You know I wouldn’t lie to you.” As she worried in the other room, Vergil wrapped the now dry coat around his shoulders, lifting the collar before his eyes went wide at a realisation; his coat now smelt of her. He stood still in the kitchen, enveloped in her scent, the smell of her perfume, of her shampoo even body odor that he would normally find repulsive was making his heart race.

“If you’d like,” She started again, “I can pay for the dry cleaning bill. I know you don’t like people touching your thi-”

“No!” He cut her off abruptly as he walked back into the foyer. She sat noticeably tense at his tone. Vergil’s brow furrowed as he sighed. “What I meant is there’s no need. It merely rested on you while you slept, you didn’t drag it through the gutter. It isn’t like you have no concept of bodily grooming unlike my idiot brother.” His shoulders dropped, body relaxing as he took deep breaths through his nose.

“Next time you decide to stay, I will permit you to sleep upstairs... with me.... if that so pleases you.” Her face lit up.

“R-really? Are you sure? I mean, yes I... I would love to.” A smile threatened to tug at Vergil’s cheeks seeing her expression. He ran his hand through his hair to regain his composure.

“Now, if you would like to get yourself ready I will accompany you for breakfast.” The smile still hadn’t left his S/O’s face as she stood with a renewed vigour, planting a sneaky kiss on Vergil’s cheek before darting towards the bathroom. The feeling of her lips hung on his cheek for a few moments, as he allowed himself to smile in his own company.

If her scent had this affect on him while awake, he had little doubt that she would be safe while he slept.

Nero

Nero quietly opened the door to the van, cautious so as not to wake his S/O. He had returned early from his job with Dante, expecting to be away for at least a few days, but after a day and a half of being strung along to find that these so called “demons” were some kids playing practical jokes in a “haunted house”, they decided to head straight home. She had been running errands with Nico while he had been away so he knew to expect her.

Nico was flat out, reclined in the drivers seat with her feet up on the dashboard snoring lightly. He tutted, knowing fine well how much grief he gets from her whenever he does the same. He carefully placed red queen up against the wall and slung his coat over the back of the passenger side chair. His eyes wandered to the futon, soft smile setting on his face seeing his S/O curled up sleeping soundly, hair strewn over her face.

He moved closer, unable to hold back a chuckle when he saw she was wearing his favourite hoodie, gripping it tightly to keep it pressed to her face. The sight was nothing short of adorable as he reached his hand down to brush her hair from her face. Her body shuffled at the contact, hand grabbing his wrist before his hand could leave her skin. Her eyes opened slowly, meeting his with a smile.

“Hey sleeping beauty.” He whispered to her gently. “I forget you’re such a light sleeper, sorry for waking you.” She shook her head, pressing his hand further into his face.

“Hmm don’t worry. You’re worth waking up for. You’re back early though; did everything go ok?” He knelt down on the floor, placing a soft kiss on her lips before leaning his head next to hers.

“Hmm kinda. Managed the job fine, just turned out it was a bunch of damn kids playing dress up with some overly techy gadgets they managed to get a hold of. Luckily they still paid us so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.” His S/O started to giggle.

“Please tell me you tied them all up in a circle before unmasking them. Did you guess it was the village kids, or did you think it might have been the church undertaker?” The giggling got louder as Nero’s face dropped.

“We would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for those meddling demon hunters!” She said in a mocking tone, snorting with laugher, trying to use her hands to drown out the noise.

“Oh haha, very funny. No we didn’t know it was the damn kids. Hey, this hard earned money pays for all those damn pop tarts you eat!” He pulled his face back from hers, crossing his arms as tears flowed from her eyes.

“Before ya’ll ask; we’re not renamin’ the van to the Mystery Machine.” Nico’s voice was the final straw, causing hi S/O to break into an outrageous fit of laughter.

“Come on Nico, dammit.” He all but spat in her direction. “Don’t throw fuel in the fire!”

“Hey Nico!” His S/O spoke through the laughter. “What do you think; Dante as Shaggy and Nero as Scooby?!”

“Ruh Roh Dante!” Nico mocked back, as they both fell into fits of laughter. Nero huffed before stomping off towards the shower cubicle.

“For the record, I did not sign up for this shit! Should have put it in the small print or something! You’re meant to side with me not her!” He pointed his finger towards Nico.

“Hun, I can assure you, I never agreed to that.” His S/O said, wiping a tear from her eye. “Just stop making yourself such a damn easy target and maybe one day I’ll stop.” With a final huff he slammed the door to the shower cubicle.

“Miiissed youuuu!” She shouted to him through the door. They both burst back into laughter when his response was an upturned middle finger poking out through the slightly reopened door.

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Sorry if this went a bit off tangent from what you might have expected but I had way too much fun with it and just kind of rolled with it xD

#I giggled through writing that last one #not gonna lie #:')#anon #ask #ficlet #dmc5 #devil may cry #dmc #dante #nero #vergil #dante x reader #nero x reader #vergil x reader #special mention for Nico #fluff #slight angst

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prolestariwrites · 4 years

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Time To Go [5]: Things Have Gone So Horribly Wrong At This Point

Fandom: Devil May Cry Rating: M Characters: Nero, Dante, Vergil, Kyrie, Nico, Trish, Morrison Tags: Mystery, Humor, Missing Person, First Time, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Post-Canon Chapter: 5/9 Chapter [1] [2] [3] [4]

Summary: When Kyrie goes missing, Nero goes on a desperate search to find her. Unfortunately, Dante and Vergil go too. Sparda boys shenanigans, fighting demons, a smattering of family drama, and male bonding (otherwise known as Nero’s worst nightmare). Please check it out below, or you can read on FFNet or AO3. Beta read by @copper-wasp.

Now posted! Chapter 5: Things Have Gone So Horribly Wrong At This Point, in which Nero meets a former President, Dante and Vergil race, and Nico’s van gets a makeover.

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The van screeches to a stop in an empty parking lot. One street lamp flickers in the corner; otherwise, it's quiet—there are no lights, no cars, no people. It is the perfect spot for them to regroup and figure out their next move.

Dante opens the side of the van and climbs out as Vergil and Nero do the same. Reaching inside, Dante grabs the demon by the front of his coat, ignoring Trish's protest, and sets him down, the demon's legs dangling over the side of the van. Planting his foot up on the edge, Dante says, "Start talkin'."

The demon looks up, shaking slightly. "I don't—"

"Listen, shit head," Dante sighs. "It's one in the morning, I got this kid up my ass, I've had to look at my brother's ugly mug all night, and a cat stole my pizza. I'm pissed, tired, hungry, and I want to go home. So fucking talk."

"I don't know anything!" the demon cries.

Trish leans her forearm on the side of the door. "I thought you said you were good at this."

"I thought you said he'd know something."

Next to Dante, Vergil huffs. "You might try asking an actual question."

"Okay, everyone back off!" Dante snaps, holding up his hands.

"Move." Nero pushes him out of the way, stepping up in front of the demon. "What's your name?" he asks.

"Abe Lincoln," the demon replies.

Nero nods. "Okay, Abe. There's a girl missing. Her name is Kyrie. One of you demon assholes took her, and I want to know who. If I like what you have to say, you get to live another day. If I don't, you get a bullet in your head, just like your namesake. Understand?"

It is hard to tell what exactly the demon's expression is with his human suit so mangled, but Dante assumes it hits somewhere between annoyance and disgust. "Fucking humans," he says. "What makes you think I know anything? You all look the same to me."

Nero takes out his revolver and pushes it against the demon's head. "You have five seconds."

"He's not kidding," Vergil says. "He shot me earlier."

Dante snorts, but notes how Nero's fingers flex and coil around the grip of the gun. If they aren't careful, he'll blow the informant away before they get any information. "All right, kid," he says. "Let's give him a chance to answer."

"You're crazy!" the demon snaps. "All of you are crazy!" It looks up at Trish hissing, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Just answer their questions," she says tiredly.

"Time's up," Nero says.

The demon puts his hands up. Half the suit falls off and hits the ground, and Dante wrinkles his nose in disgust as it splatters on his boots. "Okay! Okay! What's her name? I don't know, maybe I heard something—"

"Kyrie," Nero replies coolly.

The demon nods. "Okay. I mean, maybe? Lots of demons take humans for food or power or just for fun. I don't know their specific names though."

"She's from Fortuna," Dante offers.

"Fortuna? I don't fuck with Fortuna." The demon gives a weird hissing sound that could be laughter. "Anyone that has any sense stays the hell away from there."

"That's funny, I kill plenty of demons there," Nero says.

The demon looks at him scornfully. "Newbies," it replies.

Dante heaves a sigh. "Listen, Abe, you got something for us or what?"

The demon looks around nervously. "No! I don't know. I ain't heard nothing about taking people from Fortuna, and I ain't heard the name Kyrie. Don't kill me!"

The three men exchange a glance. "He's telling the truth," Trish says. "He wouldn't lie, would you, sweet?"

"No, ma'am," the demon answers.

Dante narrows his eyes at Trish but she offers only a cool smile. "I'd really, really appreciate you not killing this one. It took me a long time to find a worthwhile informant."

Nero makes an angry noise in his throat, but he lowers the gun. "If I find out you lied to me, I'm going to come back here and rip your heart out myself." Then he steps away and walks around the van, climbing into the driver's side and slamming the door shut.

Dante swallows uncomfortably. He looks at Vergil and says, "Got any other ideas?"

Vergil shoots him a look but doesn't answer. Dante nods and says to Trish, "Thanks for trying anyway. I guess we'll head back and figure out our next step."

"No problem." Trish hops out of the van and tugs the demon with her. "Give me a call if you need anything else." She walks away, dragging it behind her, until they disappear into the night.

Dante heaves a huge sigh. "What a damn mess."

"We should go back to Fortuna," Vergil says. "Start looking there. I'm still not convinced she didn't leave on her own."

"Don't push that with the kid," Dante growls. "He's feeling bad enough."

"Let's go." Vergil steps into the back of the van, leaving Dante to kick the tire in frustration.

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They are halfway back to Fortuna and in the middle of nowhere when something inside the van makes a loud popping sound. Smoke starts pouring out from under the hood, and with a series of curses Nero pulls over to the side of the road. The van sputters as it rolls to a stop, and all three men climb out and step around to the front hood.

The only light on the road comes from the van's headlights. There is not a sound, not even animals in the distance, and they had not passed another vehicle for at least an hour. Nero rubs the back of his head as Dante checks his phone, which has no signal bars above the time that reads 2:28 am.

"Now what?" Vergil asks.

"Guess we walk." Dante heads to the van and opens the side door. He climbs in and grabs an empty bag, rummaging around for anything they might need. He finds a flashlight, a smattering of knives, and a candy bar, the rest of it just being Nico's junk that he can't make heads or tails of anyway. He munches as he returns to the others, who are still staring at the smoking van. "You guys coming or what?"

Nero slams his fist on the hood of the van, leaving a small dent. "This is bullshit!" he shouts. "We came all this way, and for nothing! We're no closer to finding Kyrie and now the van—" He lets go a yell and punches it again, and again. His demon arm activates, the blue light looking eerie in the dark, and with a final growl Nero rips off the entire hood and tosses it towards the wooded area off the side of the highway.

It skids across the ground with a metallic, grinding sound until it comes to a stop. Dante swallows the rest of the candy bar as Vergil glances at him. He gives a shrug, and Vergil nods. They stand shoulder to shoulder and watch as Nero continues his tirade for another minute or so, the van left with holes and dents in the metal, and the windshield now sporting a nasty crack that runs diagonally through the glass.

Nero plants his hands on the side of the van, leaning his head down as he takes heaving breaths. His shoulders shake as he tries to get a hold of himself, and Dante clears his throat. "You good now, kid?"

"No, I'm not good," Nero hisses. "What are we gonna do now? She's still gone and…" Metal screeches as his demon hand bends the frame under his grip. "This is just like Fortuna. I was too weak to protect her then, and now she's been taken all over again. I'm supposed to keep her safe but this shit just keeps happening, because of me."

Dante wads up his trash and shoves it in his pocket. "Ah come on, you don't know that—"

Nero whirls on him, the edges of his eyes glowing, the devil inside him kept at bay with the barest threads of sanity. "It's because of me, and you, and him—" Nero points at Vergil, who tenses in response, "—and Sparda—I wish I wasn't a part of this fucking family!"

Dante can feel his own demon powers rallying inside in response, but he tempers it easily even as he sets his jaw. "Fighting me ain't gonna get you anywhere," he warns.

"It'll make me feel a hell of a lot better."

"Nero," Vergil says in a warning tone.

Dante can't help but stiffen a bit. He has no idea what to say at this point, if there is anything that can be said to calm the kid down. But he knows for sure whatever lecture Vergil has planned is going to end with them all bloody, so he sighs and shakes his head, bracing himself for it.

To his surprise, Vergil simply says, "Come on. It's getting late."

Nero blinks in surprise when Vergil turns and starts walking up the road, his strides purposeful. He glances at Dante who gives the kid a smile and a shrug, slinging the bag over his shoulder and following. He smiles at the stunned silence behind him, only broken when Nero shouts, "Where are you going?"

Dante turns and walks backward, squinting at bit at Nero's silhouette illuminated by the headlights. "Gotta be something up the road," he calls back. "Best to keep moving."

He stares at the back of Vergil's head as they continue on, and a half minute later the headlights go out. Dante can hear Nero's footsteps hurrying up behind them, and again he smiles to himself. He picks up the pace a bit, a renewed energy letting him pass Vergil, who makes a noise behind him. "Don't walk in front of me," Vergil mutters. He moves a bit faster to catch up with Dante, making sure to walk just fast enough to stay a half step ahead.

Dante picks up his pace in answer. "Too slow, old man."

Vergil starts walking so quickly he is nearly jogging, and Dante begins trotting along to pull ahead. "What are you doing?" Nero calls behind them, but neither brother answers. Their speed increases incrementally until they are both moving at a quick jog, when Dante gives Vergil a shove.

"Watch it!" he snaps.

"Watch you eat my dust," Dante laughs.

He sprints forward, running as fast as he can. "That doesn't even make sense!" Vergil yells behind him, and a moment later he appears by his side, the two racing down the highway in the dark.

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The little office of the rundown motel is crowded with all three Spardas inside. There is just the front counter in front of a wall with dangling keys, the attendant looking up at them in a surprised half-daze, as they squeeze into the waiting room. Nero looks around at the stained green carpet and the calendar on the wall that is three years late, his skin itching just being in here. "Van broke down about thirty miles back," Dante says. "You got a phone we can use for a tow?"

The attendant leans over to turn the volume down on the little television set on the counter. "Only tow around here is Richie, but he won't answer this late. You'll need to wait until morning."

Nero huffs and pushes his way through the other two. "We're in a hurry."

The guy squints his eyes up at him. "You fellas in the circus or something?"

Dante gives a loud laugh. "Something. Since we gotta wait, you got a room? Three of them."

"Yeah." He pulls out a book and starts to write. "It'll be ninety dollars, plus tax."

Vergil and Dante exchange a look. "All you, brother," Vergil says.

"I ain't got it." He nods to Nero. "You can cover, right?"

"Not after I had to pay that woman and then buy you pizza," Nero mutters. "I only have another thirty on me."

Dante leans on the counter. "What can we get for thirty?"

The attendance swallows. "One room for the three of you. Checkout is at ten."

Nero grumbles under his breath, pushing past Vergil to go outside. After chasing down the two idiots they had spotted the neon Vacancy sign, heading over from the highway. It is nearly three in the morning now, and Nero can feel tiredness in his muscles and joints between the driving, the fight, and then the run. A shower and a couple of hours of sleep actually had sounded good, even in a fleabag place like this, but he still itches to get back to Fortuna and look for more clues.

The room is as bad as he had feared. Two double beds are inside, the mattresses lumpy and the blankets looking unwashed. Dante immediately flops on one, his frame taking up the entire space as he crosses his legs and props his hands behind his head. "Not so bad," he says as Nero and Vergil exchange a glance.

"It's awful," Vergil says.

Nero reluctantly agrees, watching as Vergil steps through the room tentatively. He turns and looks at Nero and says, "I'm not sharing the bed."

"Don't bother," Nero snaps. "I'm not gonna sleep anyway."

He strides through the room to the bathroom. The tile is cracked and dirty and the shower looks like it hasn't ever been cleaned, and he doesn't even want to look as he closes the toilet and sits down on the lid. In the next room he can hear Dante flip the television on as Vergil gripes about the inch of dust on the bedside table. Guilt fills his stomach as he thinks about the way he destroyed the van and railed against them both. Nero heaves a sigh, dropping his head down. Despite his tantrum, they had stayed with him and hadn't given him any grief about the van. That has to mean something.

"Hey kid!" Dante pounds on the door, startling him. "There's a vending machine, you want something?"

Nero chuckles. "Sure," he replies.

#dmc #devil may cry #dante sparda #vergil sparda #nero sparda #nerokiri #dmc nero #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dmc trish #fan fiction #time to go #my fic

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spirit-of-the-void · 5 years

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Hello my sweet dove! I’ve got another flower shop idea! This time I’ve decided to crank the angst up. Could I have a scenario where s/o gets kidnapped by a demon to be used against Dante, gets hurt badly before Dante can save her (but he still sees her get hurt), but wrap it up with a sweet and fluffy ending? I hope you’re doing well, and as always you have my gratitude! 🌸

Absolutely! Sorry this took me so long, had stuff going on. Stayed up really late on this one

- Of all the things Dante feared, this was at the top of his “worst case scenarios” list.

- He thought he had been careful, enough so that you both got into a cycle he felt comfortable enough with to let his guard down. A mistake on his part, and a terrible one at that.

- You usually worked during the day, tending to the flowers and growing new ones until you closed shop in the afternoon. At that point either he or one of his “coworkers” would pick you up and escort you to Devil May Cry where you would either spend the night, or be escorted home by Dante. Who would stay at your place.

- He thought you would be safe in the daytime, in the public with humans steadily coming into your shop. It made no sense that a demon would choose to attack.

- But then again, he forgot demons rarely did what was expected of them

- With the number of enemies he had, it made sense that someone who get wind of you at some point.

- You, however, never had the thought of this. Your mind was only on his safety, knowing full well his job was dangerous and that he may one day get hurt from doing it. You never thought anyone was to come after you, a part of your naive ignorance.

- It didn’t click until demons burst into your shop, in broad daylight.

- The customers panicked and scattered, some making it out of the shop to find help while others did not. Blood was spilled onto floor and flower petals, horror filling you to the deepest part of your being as you tried to summon vines to protect those who couldn’t escape.

- But these demons were after you.

- You were overwhelmed immediately, dragged kicking and screaming from the shop. There wasn’t even any time to grab your phone and call Dante, the device left smashed on the floor as they took you.

- It wasn’t long before he found out what happened.

- He found it worrying when he didn’t get your text at noon asking how he was doing, but it was the following call that made his blood run completely cold.

- Morrison saw on the news about the shop attack, telling Dante immediately and notifying all other demon hunters in the area. A few humans had died, but you weren’t one of them. Witnesses saw demons dragging you away, through a portal and out of sight.

- To say Dante was angry was an understatement. Devastated didn’t cover it either.

- He was broken.

- Fear, horror, rage, regret, pain. He felt so many things at once he couldn’t stand it, breaking his desk in half with a firmly planted kick. You were taken. His love, his sunshine. He was out for blood, ready to kill anyone who dared touch what was so precious to him.

- Trish, Lady, Nero, Nico, and shockingly Vergil were all within Devil May Cry HQ by ten minutes, rushing to meet Dante and find out what the game plan was.

- Dante, for once, couldn’t get his head on straight. Panicking, knowing that every minute wasted was another you could be dead. How could they find you? You could have been dragged anywhere, hell or otherwise. With your phone left behind, all that remained was your scent, which ran stale after being taken away.

- “We will find her, Dante,” Lady promised, watching as the demon hunter paced back and forth, hair messed up from steeping his hands through it, “Then won’t kill her, not yet. This is about sending a message–they want you to see it.”

- He was not soothed.

- “I want them dead,” He growled, a cloud of steam coming from his lips. He was growing too hot, unable to control his devil trigger form and on the verge of transforming, “They took my girl, Lady. I want them dead. I want her back.”

- But someone had, luckily, thought ahead.

- Nico cleared her throat loudly, drawing all the attention in the room as she fumbled for her bag

- “You dumb fucks better be grateful I’m the smartest of the bunch,” Nico huffed, pulling something out of her backpack and tossing it to Dante, “Remember that hair clip I gave to your little lady a month ago? Made it myself, it’s a tracker I designed on the off chance this shit happened. If she’s wearin’ it, we can find her.”

- Dante could have fucking kissed her.

- He looked at the tracker in his hand, everyone crowding around him to see where your location was. He was half expecting to see the dot on your house, signalling you hadn’t worn the clip that day.

- But it wasn’t there.

- It was on the coast, where the ferry usually took boats to Fortuna. Dante recognized the location, an abandoned warehouse that was half under water from when the Qliphoth tree was still standing.

- He didn’t hesitate, grabbing his guns and starting for the door. The others followed, ready to follow Dante into hell if need be.

- You found yourself tied up in a half-submerged basement, the water licking at your feet as the demons crowded around you.

- To say you were afraid was an understatement–you were terrified, eyes wide and breaths coming in short, unsteady gulps. You had cried already, but doing so only caused one to hit you.

- Your cheek was red, head spinning a bit from the blow. They weren’t gentle, that was for certain. Several parts of your body had claw marks, hair having been pulled more times than you could count. You were scared, you just wanted to go home to Dante and feel safe again.

- You knew he would come for you. You knew that, but the fear was still there.

- “What the fuck are we waiting for?” One of the demons hissed, scraping his claws on the concrete floor and sloshing his tail in the stagnant water, “Let’s skin her and hang her out to dry on the front of her shop…!”

- “No,” Growled another, her voice like ice and blades as it whipped out at him, “I want him to fucking watch me rip her apart. He will come here.”

- You blanched at either possibility, cowering in fear and fighting back more tears. They wanted to use you to hurt Dante, and that wasn’t acceptable. There had to be some way to escape, to get away.

- Doing so would be a risk, but you didn’t want to lie down and lie in front of Dante’s eyes. You didn’t want him hurt by this too.

-The demons were all bickering now, arguing on what to do and discussing mauling and maiming you like it was nothing. You didn’t want to listen to it, you couldn’t focus. Your eyes darted over to the doorway, hair covering your face with your head down as it was.

- You were going to run, it was all you had left. There were seeds hidden in your pocket–if you used enough magic, they would burst into vines to protect you. It was your last chance.

- You waited until their fighting raised in tempo, like they were about to go at each other’s throats. Your fingers reached into your back pocket, pulling out the seeds and gripping them in your palm. When one of them raised their voice again, you sent the magic through, causing a burst of plant life in the room just as you sprinted for the exit.

- Screams of rage erupted behind you, the sound of claws scraping on concrete and teeth snapping through plant flesh loud and foreboding as you dead-sprinted up the stairs. Your heart was pounding, panic filling you as you leapt over as many as you could.

- You had to get outside, if you could get outside you could use more plants. It wouldn’t take them long to rip apart such weak seedlings.

- It wasn’t enough time.

- You could hear them drawing closer, clearing the stairs in a single bound and feet pounding on the floor behind you. Now in the main part of the warehouse, the room large with shattered windows and abandoned cargo containers. You weren’t fast enough.

- A scream left your lips when one slammed into you, pressing your face to the floor and scraping you heavily. It hurt, your face exploded in a stinging agony. He was panting in rage , the pressure of his body weight making it impossible to breath, cracking a couple of your ribs.

- “I’m not fucking waiting anymore…!” The demon hissed as the others caught up, rearing his tail back and slamming its sharp end right through your shoulder.

- Another scream left you, a wail of pain as you thrashed and kicked under his hands. Plant magic flaring, trying to find anything close by to help you, but there was nothing. Blood was pooling around you, growing in intensity when the creature stabbed you again.

- It was hard to breath, head swimming and vision fading due to pain and blood loss. You were going to die, on the floor of an abandoned warehouse. Alone.

- You were so scared.

- As your consciousness faded, you heard the all too familiar sound of Dante screaming your name.

- The moment he saw you there, pinned down and being impaled by a demon, he saw red.

- Dante exploded into his Sin Devil Trigger form, throwing his sword and nailing the demon right in the chest. It let out a choked gurgle, pinned to the back wall as the other two started to panic, seeing every person who had come to your aid.

- Dante couldn’t stop himself. Seeing you, lying in a pool of blood, eyes closed and pale…he thought you were dead.

- Rage clouded his vision, he fell upon your captors in a frenzy of teeth and claws. He was going to rip them apart, and no one was going to be able to stop him. And honestly? They were smart enough not to try.

- Vergil and Lady crouched down by your body, the brother stone-faced as he felt for your pulse. It was there, thudding weakly but you were still alive.

- “Bloodthirsty fool,” He muttered as he scowled at Dante’s fighting form, shrugging off his coat and wrapping you in it, “She’s still breathing. One of you need to call someone, now.”

- Lady didn’t argue despite Vergil’s rude tone, whipping out her phone and dialing for an ambulance to help you. Explaining the location, circumstances, and how damaged you were.

- Trish and Nico got a first aid kit, stopping the bleeding as best they could while forced to wait. It didn’t take long for Dante to finish off your captors, his chest heaving and shoulders shaking with the force of his rage.

- He couldn’t take it, couldn’t handle what he was feeling. The pain, guilt, grief, and anger. It was too much, threatening to rip him apart and leave nothing in its wake. You were his everything, his sunshine, his life. To see you in that state…was crushing.

- He needed more blood, needed to get the grief out of his body.

- But before he could move, he felt Vergil grab him by the horn, snarling loudly in his ear, “Get your head out of your ass and listen for once. She’s still alive, Dante–get over there before I personally knock some sense into you.”

- Alive?

- He felt the fight snap out of his body in an instant, head turning to see you held in Trish’s arms, bandages wrapped around your chest and Vergil’s coat around your shoulders. You were messed up, cuts lining your arms and legs and cheek ripped up from the concrete floor.

- Dante bolted back to you, falling to his knees just as he took human form again, Trish surrendering you as gingerly as she could while he pressed his fingers to your pulse.

- Alive. Alive alive alive. You were alive. And that was all that mattered.

- He felt like his heart was being split in fucking two, eyes burning and dangerously close to tears as he held your damaged body. You went through something so terrible, and it was his fault. He should have been there to protect you, should have known better.

- Everyone stayed with him as the ambulance arrived, the paramedics allowing him to place you on the stretcher and travel with you to the hospital. The others opted on going back to Devil May Cry to wait, just as worried as Dante was.

- When you came to, a full two days had passed.

- You awoke in a hospital room, eyes opening to see a white ceiling. The room smelled like sterilizer and…flowers?

- You blinked, wincing at the pain it caused in your body as you looked to the side.

- Wow. There were so many flowers in the room. On a ledge by the window, on each bed side tables. , in a hanging basket by your bed. So many beautiful, blooming flowers, each one different and unique.

- You sucked in a breath, sitting up a bit and whimpering quietly at the pain it caused. To be honest, you were shocked that you could move at all–there was significantly less pain than you thought. The wounds on your chest hurt, but they felt…partially healed already.

- Upon sitting up, you saw Dante in the room, slumped over in a chair. The sight of him made your breath catch, tears filling your eyes at the state of him.

- He looked like hell, hair messed up from his fingers running through it. Blood looked like it had been hastily rubbed from his cheek, and his shirt was a bit ripped. It seemed like he had slung his coat on the back of the chair. Had he even moved from that spot?

- He seemed to sense you staring at him, his eyes slowly blinking open and head lifting up. As soon as he saw you awake, he jolted out of his chair, suddenly wide awake as he rushed to your side.

- “You’re awake…!” He breathed, voice incredibly raw and filled with relief. He cupped your uninjured cheek, looking you over anxiously as he added, “You shouldn’t move, you aren’t fully healed yet, sunshine.”

- You leaned into his touch, sighing softly in relief as you mumbled, “I’m okay…I feel better than I did.” Why was that the case?

- Dante seemed to sense what you were thinking, kneeling down by the bed and leaning his head on your lap. You immediately threaded your fingers through his hair, heart squeezing at his actions. He looked and sounded so strung out, absolutely exhausted.

- “Everybody kept bringing flowers in for you,” He mumbled, closing his eyes and letting out a slow breath, “Flowers from your shop. As soon as they brought them in, they started glowing and shit…it was effecting you, and healing you faster.”

- That made sense…you helped the plants, kept them happy and healthy. They were connected to you, full of your healing energy, so it only made sense that they’d return the favor.

- “I’m healing fast,” You murmured in reply, letting out a soft breath, “I’m glad for that at least.”

- Dante didn’t reply, incredibly quiet from his spot on your lap. You blinked, stroking back his hair and trying to coax up his face.

- “Dante?”

- Seeing the tears in his eyes could have broken you in two, so incredibly heartbreaking that you felt your chest ache. You had never seen him cry before, not in all the time you were together. Seeing it now was startling, and it made you ache in a way you never experienced.

- “I’m so sorry,” Dante whispered, tone raw as you brushed the tears away, “I never meant for you to get hurt. Never, darling. Seeing you there on the floor, covered in blood…I just…”

- Your own eyes burned with tears, tugging him up so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

- “Careful, you’re still–” Dante began to protest, but your sniffling cut him off.

- “It’s not your fault,” You hiccuped, squeezing him as much as you were able and squeezing your eyes shut, “I’m okay…I’ll be okay…We will learn from this and do better next time.”

- You were afraid of him getting scared and putting distance between you both. You were afraid of him leaving.

- But he put his arms around you too, holding you like you were made of glass and pressing his lips to your hair.

- “I don’t deserve you,” He mumbled, nuzzling his face to your locks and inhaling the scent of flower petals, “Never did. But I love you so fucking much that I can’t let you go.”

- Hearing him say it like that…wow, your stomach was filled with butterflies.

- He tilted your head, kissing your forehead before pressing his lips to yours. He felt so warm, but he smelled a bit considering how long he sat there. You didn’t mind.

- “We will work on it,” He breathed, kissing you again and again before giving that treatment to your hands. Each word between another kiss, “No one will hurt you like that again. Never. “

- You flushed at his actions, peeking at him from behind the curtain of your hair as you whispered, “That’s all I ask…and…well…”

- “Yes, Sunshine?”

- “…Can I move in with you?”

- Funny you should ask, that was exactly what Dante had planned.

- In the coming week, you were discharged from the hospital and allowed to return home. You were well enough to walk out on your own, wounds healed save for some scars and heavy bruising. You were lucky the marks on your face were fading steadily, there would be no scarring there.

- You and Dante worked out a plan for your shop, deciding to move it closer to town where Devil May Cry was. Morrison had an empty lot he was more than willing to give up, since it hadn’t been sold in years.

- Everyone was happy to see you were okay, welcoming you home with open arms and relief. Even Vergil, who you didn’t expect to see at all, was sitting at the office couch, arms folded and watching you reunite with everyone. You heard he gave up his coat to wrap you in it, the article of clothing drenched in your blood. You reminded yourself to thank him for it.

- A couple months passed before anything felt normal again. Dante rarely left your side for anything, and when forced to he assigned someone to be with you at all times. A bit overwhelming at first, but you didn’t complain. It gave you more time to spend with everyone, including Nero and Kyrie.

- They helped you set up your new shop, which was bigger and better than the last one. The wide, open windows made better for your flowers growing, and the location allowed for more customers than the little corner shop you had.

- And as for moving in…you found a home in the Devil May Cry HQ, finally sharing a room with Dante. Which was…an adjustment, one you enjoyed heavily. Being able to wake up and fall asleep to him every night was wonderful.

- You half expected Vergil to complain about it, but according to Nero when he asked the man about it in regards to the situation, Vergil gave a simple answer.

- “Since Dante became romantic with her things have vastly improved quality wise,” Vergil had scoffed, wearing a small frown and reading a leather-bound book, “While she’s here the office is clean, civilized, with flowers and plant-life growing. Dante is far more behaved and entertained, so he bothers me less.”

- That was good enough for you, at least. You still wanted to be civil, and went out of your way to grow things in the house he would like. Lavender and chamomile, mint leaves and things he could use for his teas. He never commented on it, but you saw him using them often.

- You moved on from the vicious attack, much faster than Dante did. You still felt awful when he jolted awake at nightmare, remembering what happened and checking to make sure you were still alive.

- Things grew peaceful, living together with him. You ran your shop, you came home to his arms and grew closer to everyone in the process.

- In time, the only thing that would show of such terrible memories would be the scars on your chest.

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nalax9 · 4 years

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Reunion [NeroxReader]

erm..a Christmas gift (ﾉ>ω<)ﾉ So..English is not my native language,I think there's grammar mistake┐(´◡`)┌ & anyone reading this,friends,I hope you enjoy the read) (*‘ v`*) Happy Holidays!

Cold air entered your room, jolts you awake from sleep,shivers.You grab the quilt wrap yourself up,walk to the window and close it.Then you sit on the foot of your bed,staring at the empty side, your lover is on his demons hunting trips,he is away more than 3 months.

Nero,Trish and Lady has been traveling to Mallet Island, their purpose is to investigate the island and find an entrance to the underworld,bring Dante and Vergil home. Half a year has passed after the Qliphoth incident.

Nero and you had a small fight before he left for the trip,he still had a shock after he knew the truth and you know how desperate he wants a family.Although he complaint so much how troublesome his father and uncle are,how can they try to kill each other and dumping him.Yet deep in his heart,he cares so much of his family.But you not willing he take the risk to investigate the unknown mystery island.The festival is around the corner,you wish he could be with you.

The loneliness and the voices in your head makes you want to cry,you shook your head,clearing your mind, takes a deep breath,swallow all your negative thoughts and sighing.

“Shit...I really missed him”

“Missed who? Missy?”

You startled,grabbing your guns beneath your pillow,point it towards the entrance of your bedroom. ”Who’s there?!” “Seriously?Point a gun to your long lost lovers?” “Nero?! You back?” Nero sip on his mug,he opened an arm urge you come to him. You throw your guns on the mattress,and jump to hug him. “WoahWoahWoah calm down Missy.”He giggles and hugging you ”Careful, I have hot drinks in hand.” He give a firm press on your shoulder,hands move to your head,ruffles and sniff at your hair. ”I'm home” “You are not lost,we just had a phone conversation few hours ago.”You sniffed.“I miss you so much...” “Yeah..me too” “Did you found them?” “No signs for an entrance and got beaten up by a giant golem.” “You gonna challenge it again,right?” “Probably,but we need resupply and Nico said she has an idea,might develop a radar or what else,we brought back some demons arms to study,she super excited.” Nero set aside his mugs on the side cabinet,arms around you “Miss me?” His eye locks on yours You nodded and kiss him on the lips“You taste like eggnog.”You slip in your tongue to deepen the kiss “You like it?Missy?You are aggressive than usual.” “Three months without you,I even have lewd dreams!” You broke away,panting.“ Last phone calls I talked about this to Nico,she does suggest me sweet surrender and teasing me that Im horny and touch starved.” “Lewd dreams?With whom?” “You’d mind if not you?” “Very” He grunts “PfffftIts it's a secret then!” You shush him,kissing his cheeks and move forward,nibbling on his earlobe. “Hey! That's not fair!” Nero try to push you away,but you pin him to the bed,straddle on him.Your hands move to his crotch,rubbing on his clothed cocks.He hissing beneath you,hips arch unwillingly. You push him back to the bed,undo his zip and belts,take out his half hard cocks from his boxer,toying him and kneading his sensitives balls.Nero shuddering under your touch,precum leaking from his tips.You grip on his cocks slightly harder,smearing his precum as lube, and give him a hard stroke,the warmth of your palms and the sensations of pleasantly melts his sanity. “h..hmm..m..more..” You lean down,teasing his throbbing cocks with the tip of your tongue,nails scratching on the veins.You heard Nero’s whimper and more precum leaking out.You lick from the bottom to the head,slowly.Then shove his cocks inside your pretty mouth in one go.His length deeps in your throat,girth spreading your mouth wide.You withdraw from him and deepen again,go in and out slowly,sucking and licking.He make a small huffs,breath shorten.Nero’s hands move to your thighs and kneading it.Watching your soaked panties aroused him more.He licked his lips,one hand palming your wet folds,his thumb pressing and rubbing on your swollen clit.His motion send stars to your head,you can’t help but look up,panting softly.He is working on you to distract you from your works and distract himself from release his loads in your mouths.Nero chuckles,fingers dancing on your clothed entrance.He push your panties aside,hand move forward,two fingers nibbling on your sensitive buds,sending more pleasure to you.Then he retreat from your buds,fingers flick teasingly and moves along from it to your entrance,repeatedly.More juice dripped from your cunts,wetting his hands. “You like this?” You lie on his thigh,nodded weakly.He guides you to him,bring you to his mouth and take a long licks. “nn..nh..Ne..Nero..” He begins sucking on you,tongue flicking on your wet cunt.Not to be outdone,you shove his cocks back to your mouth,pleasuring him with your new trick.Slick watered sounds fill in the bedroom.Nero then shoving two of his fingers inside you,crook and scratch on your walls.You been distracted and stop your works once again. “F..Focus.Missy.”He arch upwards his hips,fucking your mouth.His cocks hitting your throat making you rolls your eyes behind your skull and makes you mewling and drooling uncontrollably.He shove in two more finger twitching in you,feelings your walls tighter and tighter,he knews you almost there. “Let it out,I’ll catch you.” His motion faster and faster until you fell from the edges,squirt on his chest and collapsed on his lap.Nero patting your back, soothes and asks “y/n,you okay?”You nodded and he chuckles,then he turns you around, hug you and let you lean on him “Go on?” “Yes” you kiss him eagerly. “Nero..i want you.”You look at him,eyes full of lust.

Nero hold your hand to him,plant a kiss on your palm then put it on his chest “y/n..I’m sorry that I leave you alone for a long time.” You shook your head,smile on him. He gripped your hips upwards and entered into you slowly. “aa..y/n..y/n..y/n..y..you so good..”His puffing,pupils dilated,breathe shorten and cheeks blushing red.He evade your gaze, lips kissing and nibbling on the crook of your neck,buried inside and feel your warmth wrap him nicely but you are dissatisfied with his stillness.You whine impatiently,hips moving up and down weakly. “Impatient,huh.” Nero flipped you over,back on the mattress.He holds both of your legs,spread your legs wide open for him and angle his throbbing hard cocks in front of your wet cunts. “N..Nero..”You arching your hips impatiently,begging him fills your emptiness. “So..who did you dreamed?” You flushed and answer“.....It’s..y..you..Nero..” You heard him chuckled and the next seconds he thrust deep in you and humping you in a steady pace.You choked and whimper by his thrusts,his hand move to your lower belly,thumbs rubbing your swollen clit,your vision went blank,burning heats build up again inside your belly.You voice hoarse, screaming Nero’s name again and again,he thrusting into you more violent.You suppress your loud moans by cover your mouth with both hands.The headboard slamming to the wall,bed squeaking by his violent movement. “ngh..y/n..i'm close...” “..nhm..t..to..ge..ther..Nero..” Fews more brutals thrust and both your vision went blank while the climax hits you. He collapsed to your side,breathes heavily,finger brushing your cheeks affectionately and asks again. “y/n..you good?” You holds his hand,plant a kiss on his palm.“Yes” Nero’s strength recover immediately after his orgasm fade,he walks to the clothes stand and take out a small gift box from his coat. He holds you into his embrace,kissing your forehead and hand you the delicate box.You open it, there's a miniature Sparda statues ornament inside the box. “It’s cute.”You giggles “Let’s put in on the tree.” “Nero,can we go to the Christmas market?They're selling sweet mulled wine,assorted sweets and we need more ornaments.”You get up and he sees your eyes lighten up in excitement. “Sure thing,babe and we need a tree though. Let’s get ready.”Nero smile and kiss you “I love you y/n.” “I love you too Nero.”

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shes-claws-deep · 5 years

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I neeeeeeed more sub!Vergil like someone needs air!! I crave that shit, man. How do you think Dante and Nero would react to everyone's favorite trash dad having a GF where Vergil basically worships the ground she walks on?? Let's do post DMC5 for simplicity's sake since Vergil seems to have mellowed out after being split into two lol.

It started off subtly. You barely put your hand out for the menu and it appeared in your palm, opened up and placed right side up. Vergil doesn’t even take a glance at it, instead choosing to cross his arms and turn his frigid gaze to the diner window.

“You, uh.” Nero offers his own menu to his father. “Not gonna take a look at the menu?”

Vergil barely looks at him before grunting, “No.”

Dante just sighs and waves the waitress over. “Leave him alone. Vergil’s too good for diner grub. Hey, lady!”

“Be nice, Dante,” you admonish the red-clad devil hunter. “Hello, I’ll have a cheeseburger and a side of chips and a milkshake. Mr grumpy will have a chicken fried steak and a pot of lady grey tea. Thank you.” Closing the menu, you move to hand it to the waitress when Vergil takes it from your hands to hand it over for you.

After the other two men order, they look at Vergil strangely.

“Chicken fried steak? Really?” Dante taunts his brother. Then he turns to you, “And you’re ordering for him?”

Vergil slowly turns his head to his brother and pins a stony glare on him. “And? You have a problem?”

“Just saying.” Dante throws up his hands. “But maybe V might’ve softened you up a little if you’re letting your old lady take the reins.”

Although you have a few choice words for the big mouthed demon hunter yourself, you elect to lean back and watch the show. Nero, too, looks like he’d rather be anywhere than between two feuding brothers.

Vergil uncrosses his arms and leans forward, putting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers before his lips. “Jealous, are we, Dante?” Yamato hums at his side, as though thirsty for half-demon blood.

Energy whips around Dante, that usual glint of mischief entering his eyes as he also plants his forearms on the table, his lapels shifting to reveal his guns in their holsters. “Me? Jealous?”

At once, both rear their fists back.

Nero swears and jumps into action, both hands needed to wrangle Dante back into his seat. You, on the other hand, just use the back of your hand, just your fingertips really, on Vergil’s taut bicep to stop him.

“Boys. If you cause a scene, I might get angry,” you murmur softly, your firm voice only outmatched by the stone in your gaze. “And I don’t think you’ll like me when I’m angry.”

Recalling the last time you got angry with him, Dante cringes and shrinks, holding his crotch as he seems to slide down the seat. “Point taken. I don’t think lil’ Dante will ever recover.”

Now it’s Vergil’s turn to smirk. “What was that about being whipped again, Dante?”

Your eyes cut to your silver haired lover. “Vergil.”

Though his jaw twitches, Vergil stands down, adjusting his seat so he’s relaxed with his arms crossed once more. He slicks his hair back, huffs, and turns his gaze to the window.

With everyone finally calmed down, the waitress comes by with the food. It’s a tense silence as she sets out the dishes, as you and her exchange pleasantries as you ask for additional condiments for the table.

“Ketchup and sweet chilli for you, my dear,” you murmur softly to Vergil as you hand over the bottles.

Agitated as he is, Vergil still inclines his head and grunts a polite ‘thank you’. Dante and Nero watch in silence as you pass them their respective drinks and chosen condiments, also thanking you in a sheepish tone as you preside over them like a stern mother. Or an angry schoolmistress.

“Now you are all going to get through lunch without sniping at each other. You will be nice. You will not fight. If I see or hear a single sneer or taunt, I will make you wish you never opened your mouth to begin with.” Your voice is level and calm, something dangerous roiling under the surface that sends chills down the boys’ spines. “Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” Nero and Vergil chime in unison.

You turn your stern gaze to Dante. “Dante?”

He grumps and crosses his arms. But he nods. “Yes, boss. Can we eat now?”

Rolling your eyes, you dig into your food. “Yes, you petulant child. You may eat now.”

“Heh, petulant child.” It’s Nero this time who mutters it under his breath.

“Nero.”

The youngest of the trio of men ducks his head and stuffs his mouth with his burger instead. “Sffowwy.”

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thetoffeefox · 5 years

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Heyo, for the drabble thing, how about 103 with nero and male!reader and 98 with reader and vergil?

Hello anon!! I had so much fun writing prompt 103! It was my first time writing a male x male fanfiction and I hope it is to your liking! I tried to put as much feel good emotion and some spice ;) to make up for the horrible amount of angst I put in prompt 98.

Prompt 103. “Sharing is caring, so give me your fries.” Male!Readerx Nero

“You’re an ass.” You state pouting at your boyfriend while eyeing his food.

Nero looks at you as your brow twitched in irritation. He couldn’t believe the nerve you had to try and steal his fries from him AFTER he asked if you wanted anything to eat. You said no so now here you are in the van trying to steal some of his hard-earned french fires. It reminded him of those stupid memes on the internet about women doing the same thing to their boyfriends. Apparently, it wasn’t JUST a thing with women. He looks at you again a pout on your lips. God, he loved that pout it did things to him. He just wanted to bite that lower lip and pull the most delicious moan from you. He smirks as you scoff turning away to act angry. It wasn’t working you knew that but you couldn’t help yourself sometimes. Sometimes you doubted yourself when it came to the devil hunter. You met him a year and a half ago after saving your life in Redgrave City from a swarm of demons. You and a group of others were some of the few people left in the city after the mass evacuation that was put into place when a strange tree appeared in the city. Later you learned they called it a Qliphoth, a demonic tree that fed on human blood to produce a powerful fruit that could grant demons a great deal of power. After everything had settled down and the town began reconstruction, you made it your mission to find the devil hunter and thank him for saving you. The exchange of gratitude had completely thrown the young devil hunter off guard. While his at the time girlfriend had dashed any hope of asking him out for coffee. Hell, you didn’t even know if he liked coffee. You didn’t even know if he swung that way, but you were the type of person that once you something you wanted, you’d take the plunge and go for it. Just like how you were attempting to go for his fries right now.

“Sharing is caring.” You state turning back in his direction.

“So?” He responds chewing a fry. God, you hated it when he talked with food in his mouth.

“So give me your fries.” You grin ear to ear.

“Nope.” You shiver at the pop of his lips because of his emphasizing of the “P”

He snickers as you turn away with a huff. Cute. Never had he imagined that he would think such a thing about you but here he was. A few months after you had shown up on his doorstep thanking him you guys had become fast friends and his unlikely source of comfort when he and Kyrie split. It wasn’t a messy break-up but it still hurt. That’s what started the attraction when he thinks back to it. It was so odd to come to terms with a part of himself he was just discovering. He thought attraction and love were easy and simple but it wasn’t. It took many more months for him to admit to himself how he felt about you. You were the first man he had ever fallen in love with and it was new territory for him and in some ways it still was. Grinning Nero throws a fry at you making your head snap towards him as he puts another fry in his mouth but this time instead of eating it he wiggles it up and down teasing you. Normally such behavior would embarrass you. Your face would be redder than Santa clause’s suit but something about the teasing look in his eyes made a fire pool in your stomach and go to other areas. Without a second thought, you take the other end of the fry in your mouth making him go stiff from your lips pressing against his slightly. Pulling away you grin wickedly as you chew the fry while Nero turns three shades of red. Maybe you should say you’re not hungry more often.

Prompt 98. “Don’t shut me out.” Reader x Vergil

“Don’t shut me out.” His voice cracks.

Those words echo in your head as you stare aimlessly at the potted plant in your living room. Your head was spinning from everything that had just happened. The past twenty-eight years of your life seemed pointless as you ran your fingers through your hair. Anxiety and dread swelled inside you as you drift back into your teenage years. At sixteen years old you had your whole life ahead of you. You were in high school excelling in all of your advanced classes hoping to go to college to earn a master in English and literature. It was the most ordinary life you could ever lead until you met him. Suddenly he appeared out of nowhere, frequenting the library you worked at after you got off school. He never checked out books, and he was always there before you started your shift. You learned he would come around noon only to leave at close which was 7 pm sharp. None of the adults dared to talk to him, he had an intense air about him. It did the opposite to you though; it drew you to him like the proverbial moth to a flame. His choice in books also piqued your interest and soon you tried to converse with him. As expected he was as prickly as a cactus and gave you a glare that would have made children cry. Looking back it was unfathomable that someone his age could look at a person like that. Then again he didn’t look like most boys, in fact, he didn’t look like any other boy you have ever met. With snow-white hair and frost blue eyes, he stood out. Most boys his age would have been self-conscious over how he looked but in the intense air around him, he also displayed confidence. It was just another trait on the list of things that drew you in. You persisted in your quest to know him, greeting and telling him good afternoon each time you worked. It was frustrating not knowing his name and after six solid months of simple greetings he began to silently acknowledge and exchange after two months; he stopped you. Questioning why you always greeted him despite his rudeness in not responding. You smiled and said it was because you wanted to. Taking advantage of the situation you formally introduced yourself and just when you thought he would give you the cold shoulder you got his name. Vergil. It was a rather odd name for someone to have but you didn’t question it too much. That was the day that started everything, the day that even lead up to now. Learning he was a half demon was a rattling experience for you, mainly because you were being attacked by demons. The questions you asked were bluntly answered or not at all. Most of those questions were about his family and heritage, so you accepted it and moved on. Before you knew it you had fallen in love with Vergil and for the longest time, you believed your feelings were not reciprocated until one awkward night as you were locking up the library. He had waited out back for you and insisted upon walking you home. Something he had never done before not even after being attacked by demons. A block away from your home he pulled you into a very sloppy and uncoordinated kiss. You hadn’t had much practice yourself but it was obvious you were his first looking back on it. That thought makes you smile, you were the eldest son of Sparda first kiss. You were his first for a lot of things, but that didn’t seem to matter to him later on. After graduating high school you had gone to summer camp and boy was Vergil displeased with the notion of not being able to see you for two months but he accepted it. However, if you had known that an unstable psychotic man would dig his claws into him and brainwash him you would have never left his side because when you returned his reserved nature was colder than you had ever experienced, even when you had first met him he never looked at you the way he looked at you then. It wasn’t just an air of confidence it was an air of superiority. You couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t stand this mindset of him acting as if you were nothing but dirt under his shoe. It wasn’t enough to make you leave, you stuck it out hoping that maybe if he got the power of his father he would go back to the Vergil you once knew and loved. That never happened though and you never stuck around to find out. You didn’t stick around after he disappeared to for two weeks without a word and only to come back with various love bites branding his skin. He cared not for your heartbreak or the feelings you had of being betrayed. He was the hollow husk of the man you once knew. He was the man that you spent a decade trying to piece yourself back together over. You had traded in the idea of a normal life for him by thrusting yourself into the world of demons and that was a life that once you choose it, you could never leave it. You gave up all your hopes and dreams for him and you could never get it back. Vergil was like a disease and you were infected by him, never had you truly shaken off what he had done to you. You thought you were in such a good place after all these years. That you had dealt with the emotions and even the trauma. That was until now when not even thirty minutes ago he was on your doorstep. Time had been kind to his looks, it looked as if he barely even aged a few years. A moment later those feelings you thought were long behind you came rushing to the surface and it was then you realized there was one emotion one feeling you hadn’t dealt with when it came to Vergil and that was anger. How you didn’t know till now that you were so angry at him was beyond you. The apology he gave was sincere his declaration of love to you was sincere. After all these years you were the one he wanted but it was like hitting a brick wall.

“Don’t shut me out.” His voice cracks.

You stare at him wide-eyed in shock. As kids, you had never seen the man that was before you. He was exhausted, broken, but in some ways hopeful. Hopeful that you would accept his apology and love after all this time. You wanted to, a part of you wanted to latch onto him and never let go. To tell him you forgave him after everything that had transpired, but there was another part of you that was just now welling up to the surface. One that was consuming you more than he or his love ever had and it was new and foreign to you.

“Vergil, you shut me out a long time ago.” It’s all you can say as you close the front door on him as you decided to never look at or speak to him again.

#Drabble challenge #Devil may cry #Vergil #vergil x reader #Nero #Nero x male! reader #angst #some spice #LOTS of angst #im sorry but not sorry #I went to a dark place #i couldnt stop myself #forgive me anon

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