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inkburnt · 2 years

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I’m Not Scared

One-shot inspired by a creepy but fantastic little audio clip made by my bestie @featherburnt. The brain worms were ravenous. I think this is going to be the first of many I write, taking place in the Silent Hill-like setting of a perpetually work-in-progress collab fic we gush madly about. Posting it here first before I decide if it should go on AO3 at all. :x Enjoy some hopeless boys.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Teen–Mature // M/M // Words: 3,438 Characters: V, Garrett (male OC belonging to @featherburnt) Relationship: V/Garrett Warnings & tags: V is not part of Vergil, V’s name is Vitale, horror themes, ghost towns, fear Ship & series: Love and Harmony Combine

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"Garrett, come here."

The violet glow of the cane threw a small but appreciable light over the spines of binders he couldn't really read. But these were collections of records given the dates written and the uniformity of the labels that bore the same handwriting. Coming to a dress shop was as useless an effort as it was attempting to read a language he did not know, but still he pulled a binder from its nook; and dust that had settled for decades was suddenly disturbed, and thickly took to the air only for V to blow it away from his face. He grimaced when he succeeded in causing it to whirl largely in place. With his mate joining his side as reliably as always, he passed the thing to Garrett's hands. "There are more just like this," he explained, "and the dates descend." He held his cane above the binder for its light. V watched him turn it over, open it, skim through the pages.

"It's just for bookkeeping," Garrett revealed, unimpressed, "nothing useful."

"This shop must have been in business for quite a while." V wasn't any more interested in that than Garrett was, as they both had been searching for information beyond profits and losses. The kind that may give them some clue. Mannequins left standing and dressed were the last remaining evidence of an era passed, its fashions outdated. A relic, this place, and something that better deserved to be preserved and admired by posterity than to sit here forgotten and wasting away. V found fashion magazines and catalogs laid out over a table and spared the time to flip through some, and he was ever gentle in his handling of old things as he slowly turned page after page. On fading photographs, the violet light cast an unusual tinge.

He did not enjoy being here: the dress shop was one of several sites they had come to, and each one worsened V's opinion of Goussainville Vieux-Pays on the whole. The plane crash had not been responsible for the decline in air and atmosphere, the deterioration of things and areas away from the site that had almost appeared organic, bodily. Decay was an odor V could not put out of his olfactory nerve since he had set foot here. The sounds of modern planes passing overhead were nonexistent—impossible, when a large airport operated just outside the village. Ghost towns were not this dead. Garrett had done a fine job of finding this one. Maybe too good a job.

Dulled footsteps and flipping pages were the only sounds heard for what felt like miles. V knew the former came from somewhere behind him. "If only we could find that boy. He knows more than he's told us. I feel we were wrong to let him slip through our fingers. There is something unnatural here." He thought it was his fault the teenager had gotten away from them. The only living soul encountered since setting foot in the village, and there was no way to know where to find him now. V had begun doubting what he'd seen and heard when they first crossed paths, fearing tricks of the mind—or tricks of the dead. But wasn't that paranoia on its face? Oh, this place was beginning to take its toll.

That there were dead here was no question; that they haunted this land was certain; that they reached out to V was, unfortunately, a fact. At the very least, he could gather that they were sorrowful but refused to take it out on him. Still, to assume that whatever was wrong with the village was due to their presence would be an impulse borne of ignorance. V could honestly say nothing had been further from the case. Ghosts were remnants of human life, human in their own way, and though the village was brought into being by human hands and inhabited by human lives, the very last vestiges of humanity had long abandoned it, its ghosts bound here by supernatural laws and their own melancholy. They affected little to nothing within the village.

Here, there was something invasive and dark, eclipsing all the rest.

In all this silence, V felt almost unwelcome. He poked and prodded where he had no right, and if he were any more mad he may claim the place was rejecting him for that. But pages turned, the light of his cane was revived when it died, and his nerves fared no better now than they had on first hearing the boy's warning. On alert, high alert, and he had four demons at his side to pounce the second the alarm went off.

The waste in pointlessly browsing fashion catalogs made itself apparent when V grew bored with it, but a part of him, and a large part in fact, preferred this to facing the soupy, impenetrable fog that lingered beyond these walls. It had been thinner earlier in the day, or so he imagined. The Eiffel Tower had been visible beyond the village borders, hazily yet unmistakably before the horizon. But in recent hours, with the descent of the sun, he thought he’d lost sight of it entirely. He needed only to glance out the windows to know how hopeless an endeavor it would be to navigate the ruined streets under all the gray cover. So he flipped more pages, exhaled his boredom—a clever mask for nerves. Leave it to his mate to come to his rescue, who had an arm to bring around V's waist. “Garrett, I’m fine.” It should have gone a ways in comforting him, but he was put off entirely by this village saturated with grief and an element that was sinister. Did it show that plainly, to Garrett, even in the dark? V thought he’d been masking it better than that. It did not help matters to sense that what should have been warm flesh was hard plastic pressing into his right hip.

V looked to his left to see Garrett, but he jumped out of his skin when he didn't see him and gasped in something like abject terror. In pulling to the side, the arm on him caught tighter and it sent V into a primal fit of panic; and his cane landed desperate blows on the thing to beat it away, and he was freed only for his back to meet something heavy when nothing had been there before. He whipped around to lambaste the second horror and had nothing short of a panicked yell for his fate. A warm hand caught his arm before he could find his freedom by way of a serious beating, and in his surprise he released the cane from his useless hand, its clatter ignored but its violet light missed in the dark.

He feared for his life, hissed his rejection of the thing that seized him, he knew nothing but the rush of blood in his ears and the eyes and nose and mouth that sized him up. And he almost instantly reeled as he stood rigid, completely unaware of the tears in his wide, fearful eyes. He came within an inch of whaling on Garrett.

Resistance coming from muscles turning to jelly was only a product of instinct. Shaking lips parted but no sound escaped. V heard a voice call his name, or he heard something, anyway. His mind was in severe disarray and it barred all reasonable thought. Large, green eyes stared too long at a face he wasn’t sure he remembered—until, in the seconds that passed, he realized no harm or horror was coming. His name was repeated, a human arm came about his back, and calming words that had been filtering into his brain were finally beginning to hold sway. It proved enough. He wouldn't have spun around to look behind him for that thing that had grabbed him earlier if he wasn't assured of the man arresting him now. That was Garrett, thank heaven. V remembered his grip, the sound of his worry, the faintest trace of smoke, of course he did. This small confidence was enough to let V lean into him, but very much in a state of flight as his eyes kept wide and trained on the darkness behind him, expecting a horror to drag him back. Comforting assurances were heard above his ears, barely above the sounds of his own haggard breathing. And with them, an orange glow in the murk, a flame held out. Like so much the child who hid their head beneath the covers, V wanted to close his eyes and will it all away; but he heard nothing monstrous, saw nothing alive, felt stillness all around. Dying violet light mixed with smearing tears obscured his sight, but he allowed Garrett's protective pull that brought them even closer. In darkness was danger, so V could only think to grab onto the thing that gave him security.

"V, it’s just a mannequin."

Garrett had comforting strokes for his back, but as much as V felt like a fool, he also thought his mate was wrong. No doubt about what he saw now by fire light, but that gave him no sizable comfort. The fiberglass, lifeless human shape before his eyes was in fact fiberglass and lifeless, and displayed no fashion, and somehow remained standing after receiving blows V was certain should have dropped the thing to the floor. He could not have been mistaken about what sent him into a panic. He was touched with intelligence. That scared him. "I felt it move. It touched me.”

"You could have bumped it."

"No. Nothing was around me." The uncanny likeness to a human face, with painted eyes and lips, inspired more discomfort than a clothes rack, a tree branch, or a garbage can ever could. He hated the human in the nonhuman. Studying the mannequin’s face and form only discouraged him from looking at it any longer, so he turned away and shut his eyes now that he knew no beast or ghoul would try to take him from here. If he had been in danger, his familiars would have known the way they always did, and they would have peeled from his body to assail the thing that aimed to bring him harm—and for that, he knew they needed no permission. Did that suggest his reaction was baseless? That he was wrong for privately accusing his mate of exercising rationale? None of that held any water so long as he remembered what he had felt, assumed what that meant to him, and he was aware that the entity at fault remained among them. No comfort in any one of those thoughts. What could he do but bring his face to Garrett's neck, and try to contain the collapse of his nerves while he had his moment. He only breathed while Garrett pulled him closer with the two arms necessary to soothe him.

How could something so stupid scare him so badly? There had always been worse, and he laughed in its face when his odds were poorer. Oh, the humiliation and all of its implications, and he loathed it.

Part of cowering went into recovering composure. At least Garrett would never tease him over things like this, and he was ever sincere in the way he would soothe his mate and offer every protection. Until now, V hadn't realized that his hands were like hooked talons, grasping at Garrett's jacket like they belonged to a threatened animal. But there was life in lifelessness, or at least a level of sentience that knew what it was doing. There was intent in inanimate limbs, a defined goal, a reason for movement and for touching V. If it was only to frighten him, to push him out of the shop, it may yet be satisfied. The desire to stay here had evaporated in an instant.

Right now, Garrett’s preoccupation lied with comforting him, so while he allowed V his time to gather his wits, massaging his back was the second-best thing Garrett could do. He pressed his lips to the top of V’s head for a subtle peck. “It’s okay. I gotcha.” The shame of it was that Garrett hadn’t been there the moment V sprang from the danger. He’d only caught the aftermath, and even then, he couldn’t see what V was seeing: he couldn’t see the harm the mannequin posed to him, logically speaking, and given that it was dark inside the shop... But who was he to doubt in V? The oddest things did tend to happen around the warlock, which was unfortunate half of the time, and only helped play at Garrett’s heartstrings. His words were above whispers, soft and grounding. “You got nothing to be afraid of anymore.” Though it irked him that he couldn’t have, perhaps, paid closer attention and stopped this before it started, at least he’d been there at all—albeit at some risk of having himself hurt by V’s cane. He’d felt it directly to the face one or two times, and neither were actually pleasant.

The warlock in his arms grumbled against his throat. “I’m not scared.”

“V...”

As if on command, he leaned back to look at Garrett. Even in the unaltered darkness, their eyes had found one another. And there was a furrow to V’s brows, the mark of stubborn pride. “I was startled,” he reasoned, as if that had made any significant difference.

The single flame ignited, held at the pair’s side for the comfort found in light amid darkness. “Swee’heart, there’s no shame in being scared, especially for good reason.”

Garrett was only meaning to comfort him, but V didn’t like to be seen through as if a strip of cellophane. But the wetness to his eyes likely didn’t help matters, and he’d forgotten about it until now, when he tipped his head down and brought a finger to his eyes to wipe the lingering tears away. How childish of him, and he hated that too; though perhaps not as ardently as he hated the sudden heat brought to his face as he guessed that embarrassment made itself manifest. “I cannot be afraid of a mannequin.”

“V, you yelled. And you were whiter than a sheet. You scared me.”

“It was a bad surprise, and I am not scared now.”

“Okay, you weren’t,” Garrett finally relented, only sympathetic where he should have considered being impatient instead. But he wasn’t that kind of man; at least, not that kind of mate. To V. “You’re not scared, pretty boy. I believe you.” He believed in the same way he pretended not to see the shimmer in wet eyes, or the pink in pale cheeks; but at least it went a ways in giving V some relief. The sweet thing tried smiling for him regardless, bringing a hand up to pat him lightly on the cheek.

Garrett shouldn’t have to see this, no matter that V had his utmost respect or that he would always mean well. Some things simply had to be kept private, there was some shame one simply had to live with. With a spare hand, he persuaded Garrett’s away from his face. In drying his tears, V brushed off the remnants of his panic and his humiliation, heart rate be damned. He returned his gaze to his husband’s before it was missed, with new resolve summoned to the surface of peridot pools. It was forced, it was a fraction, but better that than enduring fright. He’d at least banished the rosiness from his face. The demon’s flame warmed the cool air, its orange glow revealing a little more detail than V wanted it to—but he was grateful for that anyway, as he was for the faithful anchor on his back: Garrett’s hand again.

He exhaled a breath as he bent over to collect his cane, and held it by its handle not because he needed its aid, but because he didn’t want it being yanked by some unseen force hidden in the darkness. He could do well without more contact. And another scare. “Something is here, and I think we’d be wise to take its hint,” he suggested once straightened. In his voice was an element of haste, his usual cool having taken a backseat to a more primal urge. Even with what he anticipated to encounter out in the fog, he was immediately convinced that out of doors would beat whatever was inside this dress shop by a mile. In spite of overarching discomfort, eye contact with Garrett was a little easier now that V wasn’t the center of attention. Still, he did not distance himself from his mate. He knew that the mannequin was there, it and its friends. Garrett didn’t argue him his point, but agreed with it and took V’s free hand without offering when steps toward the exit were taken.

To him, it hardly mattered how he would lie to preserve V’s feelings. What mattered was how he would protect him and preserve his life. Garrett would not dare to let him walk out of here without a proverbial but physical lifeline, and the connection that came from joined hands was one often sought after. V didn’t fight it when their fingers laced. V didn’t have to be honest with him, either. Body language spoke all.

The poor thing was tense, but he was trying not to be. In his experience, it wasn’t often that inanimate things would come to life and reach out to him. The surprise in that, and in feeling a limb on his body in such a fashion that triggered souring reminders of long-held personal fears, worked as one to unsettle him so completely that he would want to be anywhere but here, and it succeeded. Garrett was sanctuary, so to him V stayed close. The twosome left the past very well in the past and the door to close slowly behind them. They hadn’t heard it, and they hadn’t looked to make certain. Outside, the world was gray and dark, and cold, and a new sensation of oppression lingered like low cloud cover, suspended above their heads. The fog sat thickly, obscuring visibility to the point that nothing beyond a foot in front of them could be made out with detail. The setting of the sun changed things; far be it from V to have ever expected a change for the better.

“We’d be better off if we got outta here.”

The urge to agree was powerful, but it wasn’t defeating. Rather than look in the rough direction they’d come from, V stared into the fog that went on with no apparent end, deeper inside the village. He wondered about that boy from before, worried slightly over his safety if he had somehow lived in Goussainville Vieux-Pays. This place was no place for anyone still alive, much less for children and the ill-equipped. It wouldn’t have been right to leave him here, but it was the desire to discover the root of what was so twisted about the village, and potentially set it right, that motivated V to want to press on. He’d experienced a lot in his lifetime as far as the diabolical went, and he knew that, in general, it was best to nip a problem in the bud before it spread, grew, evolved, bloomed. Perhaps it was a stretch to assume already that devilry was at play, but if not that, then what else? His hand squeezed around Garrett’s, tense for half a second like a pulse, before relaxing. A silent signal to him that freedom would be a way off yet.

“You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.” Words spoken aloud, but they were meant for himself to hear. An unfortunate reflection on V’s modus operandi, his usual attitude toward a question that begged answering, a problem that begged fixing. There was the need to remind himself of that, as if he’d had a duty to fulfill by instinct alone. It is never enough until it’s too much, and he doesn’t tend to know that until he’s over the edge and wishing he’d never tipped over it in the first place. Garrett had to learn that about him the hard way, but at least they always lived to tell about it. A tug of hands, a look of sorry dissent, and though there was initial resistance from his mate, V began on his way in loving company, in search of the supposed problem, the answer to the burning question.

What is happening here?

#devil may cry #dmc fanfiction #dmc5 #dmc5 v #dmc v #v dmc5 #v dmc #v x oc #V is not Vergil #featherburnt #universe: Love and Harmony Combine #fic: The Cult of Moloch #I'm gonna start posting about this fic because it's tasty.#I think if I write more one-shots for it I'll post them all as a collection on AO3. Since they're pretty small.#ANYWAY. EAT.

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blacktalonsb · 3 years

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Ch 2 - Operation Rescue My Princess

AN: This is the second chapter to a story I'm writing with my OC Raven. I'm not sure how often I'll get new chapters up right now. I'm very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.

Universe: DMC

Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, etc.

Vergil x oc!Raven I have plans to make an x reader version, but wanted to post this part first..

Thanks to @milkybonebroth for writing for my prompt request and inadvertently sparking inspiration. Go check them out they write good stuff!

If you have ideas for childhood hijinks (I don't have sibs so not sure what to add in) suggest something and I'll see if I can fit it story wise. If you like what you read please tell me! I like feedback but please be respectful. As much as I want people to read what I write it isn't necessarily the end goal. Also if you do reblog please don't edit or claim as yours.

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After that first introduction Modeus didn’t enter the house unless Sparda required his help. When this did happen the two could be heard from the study debating theories, strategies or simply speaking of their children. It was upon one such occasion that Vergil was stalking through the hallways looking for his brother. He intended to teach Dante a lesson on manners. After all, it was rude to steal away his princess. Vergil froze at the nickname, cheeks flushing hot as his lips relaxed into a soft smile. He remembered the event as if it had happened yesterday.

They were out in the garden under a large old oak tree, where Raven liked to have him read to her. This is exactly what he’d been doing in fact. He had been explaining knighthood to her, specifically the knighting ceremony and the Knight’s Vow, but Raven said she didn’t understand what that was. She had asked if they could act it out. Vergil shrugged and said ok, explaining what she would need to say and do.

“Can I trust you to protect me? Always?” Raven asked softly as she stepped forward towards him. Vergil was quietly panicking at how close she was standing.

”I-I mean that’s...that’s part of a knight's vow.” Vergil fumbled for what he should say. “You would remember that if you were listening to me.” Noooo, not what he meant to say! It was completely reflex to talk to her the same way he would with his brother. Raven giggles satisfied with his answer. Vergil looks back at her, his cheeks dusted pink, a frown furrowing his brow. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“Since you know the knight’s vow, once I knight you will you tell it to me?” Raven asked as a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. He nodded not trusting his voice or his treacherous tongue to not substitute words. Raven clasps her hands together, the smile she had been trying to hide blooming on her face. He noticed a faint flush to her cheeks as she busies herself looking for a stick of suitable size. Once they were prepared Vergil knelt on one knee in front of her his head bowed. She gently tapped first his right, then left shoulder.

“I, Princess Raven, dub thee my Dark Knight Vergil.” Vergil slowly stood and raised his eyes to look at her. He took in the sparkle in her warm chocolate-colored eyes and the smile that lingered upon her lips. The sun shimmering in her hair created a reddish-gold halo. Then it seemed as if her eyes began to softly glow gold.

“Will you tell me your vow now?” Raven asked. She was still smiling at him, waiting for him to speak..

Vergil licked his dry lips and swallowed thickly. Why was he so nervous? It was just a silly demonstration, but his father always told him that to promise something was important and thus not to be taken lightly. His mother was often telling both of them that girls don’t like boys that break their promises or hurt them. He knew what the Knight’s Vow was, but for some reason his hands were sweaty and shaking. His heart was racing. He could always tell her that she did the part right and move on. He didn’t have to say a vow or make any promise, but… he wanted to. It felt right. Something that Dante didn’t have that was just his. Vergil took a deep breath to steady himself.

“I, Vergil, promise to be truthful with you. To be loyal and brave. To be charitable and defend you from all harm… even from my own brother.” That last bit wasn’t meant to be there but he had to add it. He’d seen Dante’s idea of fun with Raven. She never complained but her clothes would be ripped and dirty; her appearance often disheveled, almost wild looking. Sometimes Dante would even get them both in trouble for messing with things off-limits.

When he heard her gasp, her surprise at his words evident in the slight widening of her eyes and parted lips, he quickly continued:

“I will never avoid a dangerous path if you’re in danger. I will always be devoted to your well-being.” Vergil thought for a moment and then added, “You will always be mine… eh m-my p-princess.”

She sighed as if slightly out of breath, but quickly giggled. She stepped forward, dropping the stick to the ground. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. Vergil’s cheeks tinted a bright pink against his pale skin as he presses his lips into a tight line.

She had looked… angelic, divine. Vergil had felt..

He blinked as a sound brought him out of his memory. He stilled, listening for the sound again. Laughter and voices speaking in hushed tones. Vergil followed the voices, his chest constricting to think that Raven would be laughing at something Dante said or did. It wouldn’t be the first time. It was irritating. His twin wasn’t that funny. His brow furrowed again, hurrying now to take back his princess.

As Vergil neared the voices he realized that it wasn’t Raven and Dante but his father and hers speaking in the study.

“Modeus, do not fret so. Your little Birdie is safe with my sons.” Sparda reassured his friend. “They’ll make sure she’s not seriously hurt.” Vergil crept closer to the door, finding it left ajar a finger width. This was more than enough for Vergil to easily listen to what the adults were saying.

“I know, Master. It isn’t her that I’m worried for. I’m more concerned that she might accidentally harm one of them. I wish her to enjoy her childhood and not be burdened with…” Modeus trails off, a sigh escaping before he continues. “She knows she’s different. That some of the things she can do are not... normal for the majority of the people around her. But...” Modeus trails off again. Vergil can hear shifting sounds as if he changed position in his chair.

Sparda chuckled saying, “But you do not wish her to be unprepared. Modeus, it is only a matter of time before she’ll have to learn. I can begin her training. She seems quick-witted and very observant. Why, just the other day Dante told me a story of how she managed to separate him and his brother from a fistfight.” Modeus hummed and Sparda spoke again. “What is truly weighing on your mind?”

“I’m worried that she’ll be left alone. What if her mother’s family finds her and I’m not there to protect her? What if those that hunt you also start tracking her? Master, your powers are locked away what if...” Vergil closes his eyes for a second to calm his nerves, deciding to take a risk and peek into the study. Modeus was now up, pacing back and forth in front of Sparda’s desk, his hands clasped behind him. He seemed different, like a trail of smoke was following behind him.

“I do not want her to be on her own. She will draw both sides to her. She won’t know what to do, nor have anyone she can trust.” Modeus pauses in his passing, his right hand coming up to rub his temples. He shakes his head as if to clear it.

“Perhaps Baul is right that I coddle her too much,” he murmured. Modeus places his hands on the back of the chair he’d previously been sitting in. He returns his gaze to Sparda. “She is the only one I’ve found like her.”

Sparda waves a hand, dismissing Modues’ statement. “Besides her mother and that side of her family, you mean.”

“Even so she’s going to be far stronger than her cousins on that side.” Modeus points out, his expression becomes thoughtful.

“Their lineage is too watered down with human intermingling. It’s good that the divinity has flourished in Raven’s genetics. She’ll make a good match for either of my sons.” Sparda looks towards Modeus and motions towards the chair Modeus had placed his hands upon, as if to indicate Modeus should return to his seat.

“So similar to your boys.” Modeus shakes his head. “It’s a miracle that I was lucky enough to find a nephilim that found me agreeable.” Modeus’ smile is a bit sad, “at least until Baul started in on training her.” Modeus shrugs then steps around Sparda’s desk to look out of the window at the courtyard below. Sparda looks down at his hands, his face thoughtful.

“Modeus, she is more than welcome here. I can keep her safe with my family. It would free you to continue our work. It would also give my sons time to grow closer to her. In time she won’t need a protector. Until then I’ll have Dante keep her close and help her train.”

Vergil jerked away from the door, furious that once again his father passed him over for Dante. The favorite. His fists clench at his sides as he trembles with anger, tears of frustration forming in his eyes. He blinks rapidly and begins moving as quickly and quietly as possible from his father’s study. He had to find her, his princess, and make sure Dante didn’t worm his way any further into her heart. That he didn’t dirty her pure soul, or infect her with his willful carelessness.

They had been in the library when Dante had waltzed in and announced that he was taking Raven. He’d pulled her out by the hand. He hadn’t even waited to hear what she was trying to say! Vergil’s lips pressed into a line as he ran down the halls. He ran to all the normal spots in the house. They weren’t even in the kitchen where Dante liked to beg for snacks, like a dog nosing after scraps from the dinner table. Vergil chuckled at the thought of his brother actually on hands and knees like a dog.

The little old lady that was their cook didn’t even look up when he’d asked where Dante and Raven were. She just said he’d just missed them as she stirred a pot of something on the stove. She then waved her hand in the direction of the side door and turned to chop some apples already on the cutting board. Vergil had to admit the kitchen did always smell of good food or the lemony smell of cleaner, but now wasn’t the time. He had to get his princess back.

Vergil thanked her and hurried to the door. As he stepped through the doorway he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He stumbled to the rail, and took a few deep breaths. He had to stay calm. He would find her. He just had to stay calm. Think! He knew she liked the garden, but she didn’t go there often without him. Why would his brother take her there? Was there anywhere else that Dante might take her? What could he be thinking?

Vergil walked out into the garden, his eyes scanning the bushes and trees as he went. Several times he thought he heard them but never found anything. It was frustrating. Vergil found himself standing under the old oak tree that they liked to sit under. He looked up at the branches trying to see if maybe she had climbed up there. Virgil sighed trying to think of where else they could be. He was so close to giving up, but decided to call for her. Surely if she heard how worried he was she’d answer. Right?

“Raven?” No answer. He started back towards the house still calling her. He was starting to get overheated in the sun. Was it the sun making him feel so uncomfortable? It probably was. He needed to hurry and find her so he could get back inside. Why did his thoughts feel so hazy? It felt like his thoughts were just out of reach. He gritted his teeth and tried to focus.

“Raven! Where are you?” Why wasn’t she answering? Had they gone back inside? He shook his head. He felt as if his thoughts were running in circles. He was closer to the house now, and still he hadn’t seen her. Perhaps Dante wasn’t letting her answer? If that was the case then he just needed to provoke him into saying something. As he debated what to say, he growled low in his throat at the thought of Dante forcing her to be quiet. Maybe he was forcing her to do something she didn’t like or something off limits again. Vergil’s hands flexed at his sides. He was still shaking, and for some reason he felt so hot. His clothes felt like they were chafing against his skin. He had to get her back now!

#Vergil x oc!Raven #dmc vergil #Sparda and Modeus are in there #dmc #Devil May Cry

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spardaxwarchief · 5 years

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Chapter Twenty-Four of Magical Memories is up-

Mephistopheles, holding up a glass of wine: Finally, a really good fucking chapter.

Me: ...why though, Mephistopheles, why???

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18036623/chapters/46899391

#my writings #||magical memories #devil may cry fanfiction #dante sparda #mi tesoro diabolico #my husband #baba yaga #the raven queen #vergil sparda #the alpha and the omega #witch oc #dante x oc #mephistopheles

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quierorodarnojodan · 3 years

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Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

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Of Witches And Demons {Chapter 1}

(Just trying something new. Might as well try my hand at writing to see how people like it here. This is more of a Devil May Cry fanfic with an OC instead of a reader. It’ll be a Vergil X OC, but Vergil will appear at a much later date.)

Everything had been quiet in the Resident District of Red Grave City.

Well, as quiet as the city could ever be. Especially near a rather small shop in a not-so small building. Outside with glowing red neon lights labeled the shop as “Devil May Cry.” Sitting inside Of the building was a man named Dante, owner of said shop, reclining on the back legs of his chair, his feet on the desk, while in his hands was a magazine.

The man was clearly bored, not having had a job in a fairly long time. So the only way that he could occupy his time was with his magazines. Not even the pool table interested him, or any of the books on the shelf in the back. After all, most of those books weren’t his, but instead one of his partners. So to him they were even more boring. The weapons mantled on the wall behind him weren’t interesting either. The only thing really worthwhile was the music playing from his jukebox, but he was beginning to think he needed to buy some new songs, too, as even they were becoming a bore.

So for now, the magazine with the pretty ladies inside will have to do. As he was flipping the page he heard a knock on his door, only for it to swing open before he even said a word. Peeking up from behind his magazine was a familiar face. The man strolled in, greeting Dante as he was already suited for business, accompanied with a cigar in hand. Dante couldn’t help but smile, quickly placing his magazine down as he was practically begging for something better to do. As much as the man enjoyed being lazy and having free time, he’s been dying for something to do.

“Greetings, Dante,” exclaimed the man as he walked in rather quickly. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Morrison, my man!” Dante exclaimed back, his legs folding off of the desk as he sat on all legs of his chair, resting an arm forward on the desk. “You know, I was just about to call you to see if you had any jobs for me.”

“Yeah, right,” Morrison gave Dante a look, knowing just how the man worked. He gave his cigar a puff before pulling it away from his lips, smoking coming out along with his speech. “But, I do have a job for you. And I think you should really pay attention to this one.”

“Really, now?” Dante raised a brow, his grin not faltering as he stared up at the man before him.

“I stumbled upon this client on the streets,” Morrison explained rather quickly. “Was in the middle of a match with demons before coming up to me and asking about the place. They explained to me the job, and well, I really do think you should have a listen yourself…”

Dante couldn’t help but furrow his brow together. As straightforward as Morrison was, he also had a talent for being vague all the same. Dante put his hands out in a sign of a shrug. After all, it’s been a while since he’s had a decent job, and from how Morrison was talking, it might just be worth his while.

“Alright,” Dante said before leaning forwards again, “Who’s this client, then?”

Morrison stepped to the side, silently gesturing his hand out towards the door.

Needless to say, Dante’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Standing in the doorway was a very unfamiliar woman. She was leaning her back against the door, arms crossed, as she had her own brow quirked at Dante. A sly smile was on her dark red lips, her head tilted down as she was looking back at Dante through her own eyelashes. She practically radiated a sort of promiscuous aura, seeming ready to play in any and all ways. Immediately noticing her attire, the white haired man couldn’t help but wonder what her occupation was. She wore a rather tight fitting black suit, the top of it seeming to have drapes from her shoulders that had a golden trim at the ends.

Dante couldn’t help but notice the shine of a red jewel on her chest, right above the slit open window of her chest. It was a large contrast to the dark clothing that she wore, which seemed to grab his attention. Dante genuinely couldn’t help but wonder if this woman was from the strip joint near his place, but he’s never seen this woman before, and a jewel like that on her chest seemed to suggest otherwise.

“Meet your client,” Morrison spoke up, snapping Dante’s attention away from the woman’s figure.

“You may call me Cecelia,” spoke the woman, finally pushing herself away from the door as she walked forwards, accompanied by the clicking of the heels she wore. “I’ve heard much about you, legendary demon hunter, Dante.”

“Oh really now?” Dante couldn’t help but lean towards her over his desk, his own smirk gracing his lips. “Are you sure you’re here for a job, or for a night of pleasure?”

The woman, Cecelia, huffed out a laugh as she glanced to the side. She gazed around the place as she spoke. “My apologies, but I’m not exactly here for pleasantries. I have more pressing matters, and I believe you’re the man to help me with it.”

“And what’s that?” Dante asked with a quirk of his brow, resting his chin against his left hand.

“You see, my circumstances are rather… strange,” Cecelia said as she brushed back her long raven hair, which Dante couldn’t help but let his eyes follow as it flowed through her hands and off of her shoulders. “But it shouldn't be a problem for you. To make a looong story short, there are demons being sent after me by a rather secret, but not exactly unknown, organization called “The Charmer Sanction.” Ever heard of it before?”

Dante’s smile finally faltered, the man leaning back in his seat as he kept a hand on his desk. He’s heard of this organization before. Hell, they’ve interfered in small jobs he’s had in the past. Needless to say, not every encounter he’s had with them was pleasant. So hearing about this woman before him being chased by this organization with demons definitely peaked his confusion.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Dante finally answered her question. “They've interrupted plenty of my jobs in the past. I still got my pay, but I can’t say we’re on “friendly” terms, to be exact.”

“Perfect!” Sang the woman as she firmly placed her hands on her hips. “Neither am I. Now, here’s where things get tricky.” The smile she had on before fell as her tone turned serious. “You see, I don’t exactly know why they’re after me. But the demons they keep sending after me keep getting harder, and harder to battle. I can hardly walk around in the cities anymore with those vermin on my tail! Not to mention that they don’t really care for the casualties in their wake.”

“Hold it right there,” Dante raised a hand up to her to signal for her to pause her story. “So, you’re being chased by demons sent by an organization full of magical beings, and you’ve got no idea why that is?” He couldn’t hold in a rather dry bark of laughter. “Haha! I feel like I’ve read this in a comic somewhere.”

“She’s being serious, Dante,” Morrison spoke up, flicking the ashes off of his cigar into an ashtray on Dante’s desk. “I was walking down the street and saw her fighting those things. She saved my life before I could be cut down by one of those bastards. Those demons don’t care about who’s around, and I was almost one of those casualties…”

“I don’t wish to be the fault of lives ending just because I decided to walk the streets,” Cecelia said, her voice rather somber unlike the aura she had been carrying before. “I need help, whether I like it or not. It was mere coincidence that I saved your employer, but I’m rather glad I did.”

“And I thank you kindly for saving my life again, Miss Cecelia,” Morrison with a genuine tone of gratitude in his voice.

“So that’s why you brought her here,” Dante sighed as he gazed at Morrison from the corner of his eye. “Look, you seem like a sweet woman and all, but I’ve got no influence on this “Charmer Sanction.” I can’t exactly stop them from sending demons after you.”

“No, perhaps not,” softly spoke Cecelia as a smirk curled upon her lips again. “But your aid would be very much appreciated. Think of it as more of an escort mission. I just need your help in killing demons, nothing more. After all the rumors that I’ve heard, you’re quite the man when fighting against demons…”

Dante had a smirk curled on his lips, but he couldn’t help but have a brow raised at her. He could see that she definitely was trying to rub up his ego, if not trying to borderline flirt with the man. It was rather hard for him to hold his tongue, remembering that Morrison was standing right next to him. But something just felt off about the woman before him. Something’s telling him that she’s not somebody to really be messed with.

“It’s good to know that my reputation precedes me,” Dante exclaimed as he pulled his legs back up into his chair, folding each ankle over the other. “But I got to wonder, what in the hell did you do to make such a powerful branch of power come after you.”

Cecelia sighed, her arms crossing again as she tilted her head to the floor. It was clear that she expected the question, but seemed to also be dreading it.

“That’s a bit of where the catch is,” Morrison spoke up for the lady as the cigar smoke left his nose. “You see, Miss Cecelia here has lost her memories, apparently. Says that she’s got no idea what she did, but all she really knows in her name.”

“You lost your memories?” Dante questioned, officially not sure how he feels about this job now. “How the hell did that happen?”

“What a funny question!” Cecelia said in jest, her voice dripping with a cheerful sound of sarcasm. “I would love to know myself, but you wouldn’t happen to know where my memories have gone, have you?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll admit, not my best question,” Dante said with his hands raised towards her as if to show surrender. “But how the hell am I supposed to help you when you don’t even have your own memories together?”

“That’s the thing,” Cecelia said as she moved her left hand as she spoke. “I wish I could say this was a recent incident, but I’ve lost my memories for almost five years now. During that time I was able to regain bits of it, but I’ve never been able to fully recover from my memory loss. All that I truly know is that I once was a part of The Charmer Sanction, but now they wish for my blood on their hands. As for why, I can’t say. The only thing I can make of it from my encounters with that is that I somehow broke their rules…”

Dante exhaled heavily, pulling his legs back off of his desk as he leaned away from the woman. “Yeah, uh, now that’s a bit of a problem. You see, I’ve seen what these guys do to “rule breakers,” and it ain’t pretty. No offense, sweetheart, but I don’t exactly want to be a part of that. I’m already on bad terms with them, and I don’t feel like having demons going after my head. I already have to deal with that.”

“Please! I promise that I’ll pay you a large sum of money!” Cecelia exclaimed, her hands hitting his desk as she leaned towards him. Her flirty demeanor was completely gone and replaced with desperation. “All that I ask is that you help me fend off these creatures so they don’t kill innocent civilians. I can only do so much with my powers, and even now I feel my powers waning from how much I’ve been fighting. I’ll pay in any way that you want me to. I just need your skill and your blade, that’s all I ask!”

Dante sighed again, now feeling rather annoyed by her insistence. The story he was being told felt a little far fetched, and it wouldn’t be the first time that somebody tried to use sob stories to get him into a job. There was also a bit of risk for him as well if he did accept this job. His eyes darted all over her expression to see just how genuine that whole story was.

Her blue eyes bored into his, her brows furrowed as she stared intensely at him. Not only was her desperation clear in her voice, but even her eyes conveyed the emotion. Now that he was looking at her, she did seem a bit wary. She was rather good at holding her composure, but even he could notice the slightest bouncing of her shoulders as her nose flared slightly from her heavy exhales. Dante couldn’t help but sigh, wondering how much he was going to regret this job.

“Tell me,” he said and he decided to humor her a bit, “what exactly is your plan here, and what are you trying to do?”

The woman became quiet for a moment. She recomposed herself and pushed off of his desk, standing up straighter as she gazed back at him. She took in a deep breath before speaking.

“I just wish to have my memories back,” Cecelia spoke quietly, but was loud enough for Dante to hear. “...To be truthful, I don’t wish to drag anybody into my burden. I want to figure out what I did to have The Charmer Sanction to be after me. I want to fix those wrongs, and… I don’t want to die before I recover what I lost… All that I ask is for an extra blade to help me along the way. I promise to pay you in any way you want afterwards. I just need help...”

Dante couldn’t help but pick up on the sincerity in her voice, seeing just how her shoulders were sagging as her hand was clutched against the open window of her chest. The smile was completely gone from Dante’s face as he stared at hers. She truly did seem desperate, and almost ashamed for even announcing her need for help. The white haired man sighed yet again, a small smirk returning on his face as he looked back up at her.

“Alright,” Dante grunted as he stood from his chair. “I was getting bored anyway. Tell me, just where do you plan on going?”

Cecelia seemed to be taken aback, not expecting him to finally say yes. Nonetheless, she finally spoke up. “...I was going to go to The Charmer Sanction’s city, Néma. I can only assume that my old home was there, so perhaps I can gain something from it.”

“Sounds good,” Dante said as he turned behind him, gripping his favored sword and strapping it to his back. “Morrison, I’ll be taking the job.”

“I knew you’d agree,” Morrison said with a bit of a chuckle. “Now, miss Cecelia, care to explain to my associate of how and where you can get to Néma city?”

“Of course,” Cecelia said as she recovered from her surprise. “Once we leave Red Grave City we—”

Before the mysterious woman could say another word, the sound of glass shattering rang in the air along with the door slamming open. Bursting into the Devil May Cry shop was dark, lanky demons as they seemed dead set on attacking what was inside. Their skin was a dark red, reminding Dante of flesh, as he picked up on the strange strands of what almost seemed like a black and whte collar wrapped around their necks.

Cecelia seemed to be still, her back still towards the mess as there seemed to be a smile on her face. Morrison exclaimed in shock and began gripping onto Dante’s desk, one hand clutching his hat while the other dropped his cigar so he could grab the desk.

“Not this shit again…!” Morrison exclaimed, already breaking into a nervous sweat.

Dante was in the middle of pulling out his sword, moving around his desk quickly. “Hey, princess, get out of the—”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A distinct sound of gunshots cut Dante off, causing him to halt in his steps. Cecelia had pulled her hand behind her, her body still facing Dante’s desk, as she fired a gun right over her shoulder. How and where the gun came from, Dante had no idea, but he did notice that each shot hit right into the three targets that busted into his shop.

Each demon fell and disappeared into a familiar glow of dust, only to which did Cecelia finally turn, but only to face Dante. He could now see the smirk on her face with narrowed eyes accompanying them. At first Dante assumed it was smugness, but only when he locked eyes with her did he realize that it radiated malice.

“Frankly, I’m not a fan of being so rudely interrupted,” Cecelia stated calmly to him. “And furthermore, I do not appreciate the nickname, “Princess.” You may call me Cecelia, or something along those lines, because I won’t hesitate to shoot you myself if you get upon my nerves.”

Dante couldn’t help but chuckle at her, feeling almost a mix between being impressed or feeling almost insulted by her words. Then again, with his luck with women, she probably wasn’t kidding. He’s had his full share of being shot at by women, he’ll say that much. He knew when to lay off.

“Alright then,” Dante said as he gazed at the disappearing bodies on his floor. “I thank you for responding so quickly to an attack on my shop. Frankly I’m not very happy about the broken windows and doors, but I can’t say that it’s the first time it’s happened. Honestly, I’m feeling more pumped to kick some demon ass!”

“I’m glad that we’re in agreement,” Cecelia said as she put her gun down. With a flick of her wrist the gun was enveloped into a bluish flame, disappeared right out of her hands and out of sight. “As I was saying, as soon as we exit Red Grave City we head east. After a bit of travel, we should easily get there within two to three days. But that all depends on how we travel, and how often the demons find us.”

“Sounds good,” Dante said and looked at the shaken broker, who was still clutching his desk in shock. “I’ll catch you around, Morrison. Think you can get a repairman for the windows and doors?”

“U-uh, yeah, sure,” Stuttered the man as he slowly began to collect himself, his eyes still on the placement of where the demons had been. “Just don’t expect me to sleep the night…”

“The only people I expect sleeping here are Trish and Lady, and even then that’s asking for too much,” Dante said as he began making his way to his broken door, Cecelia trailing right behind him. “By the way, Morrison, mind putting out that cigar? I’d rather not find out that my shop burned down while I was gone.”

“Ah, shit…!” Hissed Morrison as he began stopping out the cigar he had dropped.

Dante chuckled slightly as he exited his shop, Cecelia following right after him. They both started making their way down the streets, knowing that the nearest bus stop wasn’t exactly close to his working space. At first it was quiet between them, but not for long as Dante wasn’t one to really keep his mouth quiet.

“That’s a nice trick you did with that gun back there,” Dante said and he gazed down at the woman now beside him. “Tell me, something tells me you aren’t exactly as human as you look to be.”

Cecelia smirked in his direction, as if mirroring his expression, as she gazed at him with the slight tilt of her head. “How observant you are. But I’m sorry to say that I am, indeed, fully human. Being a part of The Charmer Sanction has a bit of a benefit of powers. I don’t precisely know just the full extent of my powers, but I know enough to have survived this long. Magic is quite handy, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Seems a bit suspicious to me,” Dante said as he eyed the woman strutting beside him. “Something tells me that there’s more to it than what you’re telling me.”

“What, do you expect every magician to tell their secrets?” Cecelia countered as she simply shrugged at him. “Sorry, but you’ll have to try harder to get the answer out of me. After all, I’ve got memory problems.”

“Uh-huh,” Dante eyed her as he nodded. “Playing hard to get, I see. Gotta say, I love that in a woman.”

Cecelia spun around, facing Dante as she walked backwards, one hand on her hip as her attention was on him. “Oh, I’m sure you do, Mr. Demon Slayer. I enjoy a good chase every now and then…”

With a brief wink at the taller man, the woman spun around again, facing forwards as they were nearing a bus stop sign. Dante couldn’t help but keep his eyes on the new companion next to him, watching how she strut as she seemed to hold an air of confidence. Or was it pride? Either way, even from their interactions he could tell she wasn’t like his other companions, Lady and Trish.

Although sometimes the women would tease Dante a bit, they never tried to flirt with him. But Cecelia was a completely different story. Flirting just seemed to be in her nature, and it was obvious that she knew she had a charm over men like Dante. It really made the man wonder if she had been a sort of escort in the past, or some sort of job like that. Perhaps he was getting his hopes up? Probably. Either way, he couldn’t help but wonder about her situation instead of the way her clothes seemed a little too tight on her body.

Soon enough the two reached the bus stop, only having to wait for a short bit of time before the bus came. They both hopped on, each paying for their seat, as they both sat across from each other towards the back. Thankfully since it was late, not many people were on the bus. But that doesn’t mean that Dante was willing to sit with this client. After all, if she could summon a gun out of thin air, he had no doubt she could summon other things.

The bus ride was quiet for a while, nobody really seemed willing to talk, and thankfully anybody else on the bus didn’t seem too excited to make much noise. After all it was a bit late, which meant a quicker drive and less stops, hopefully. As they traveled Dante would look to Cecelia every now and then, just to see if she was doing anything. She sat as close as she could to the window, her legs crossed and her chin in the palm of her left hand. She was gazing out the window, her face stoic as she watched the scenery pass by them. Dante couldn’t deny the mysterious beauty she had, but he still couldn’t help but feel like something was off.

Unable to really put his finger on it, he decided to let it slide. Taking up two seats, leaning against the window with his hands intertwined behind his head, not really caring that part of him was taking up half the lane. After all this ride was going to be long, and Dante preferred to get as much shut eye as he could on missions like these. He glanced at Cecelia one last time, wondering just exactly who she was before he closed his eyes shut. He began to think of peaceful things, as much as he could, as it was the only way to coax himself to sleep.

But that sleep was interrupted by the loud sound of shattering glass.

#dmc #dmc oc #dmc vergil #trying something new #vergil x oc #dmc imagines #vergil imagines

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 5 years

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Come Back (V Devil May Cry)

So I’ve posted this on Ao3 (link in my bio) and it seems to be getting positive views. It also appears that y’all might be interested in it? I will say that it’s not accurate because I only know so much from the DMC world but I did my best. In any case, here it is. Let me know what you think!

Summary: Rei wakes up to see that V is gone and asks Nero where he is. The answer? Hard to swallow. Poetry quote is from William Blake’s “Infant Joy.”

Pairings: V x OC

Warnings: None. Just a little angsty and fluffy.

She jolts awake when Nero enters the van. He's all but yelling at Nico about Dante and... Vergil? He disappeared a while ago. From what V told her, he split himself in two. V... Where is he?

The lady devil hunter sits up, putting the palm of her hand to her forehead. Something taps against her face. She pulls her hand away to stare at the thin strip of leather carefully wrapped around her fingers. A single fang pendant rests in her palm.

"Where's V?" Her voice is hardly loud enough to overcome her friends' argument. She stands and repeats herself louder, making the two pause.

Nero's face stiffens when his eyes fall on her hand at her side, the fang now dangling from it. Her fist clenches around the leather. "Rei..." he starts.

"What happened?" Why did no one wake me up? Why do you look like hell and where in God's name are V and Dante?" Her voice rises with each question.

The male walks closer to her, pulling her empty hand toward him. She feels the weight before she sees it. Her eyes drift downward to see that damn book with a "v" engraved in the cover.

"He didn't make it, Rei. H-he stabbed Urizen and..."

"They became Vergil." Rei knew it was going to happen. V told her when she forced answers out of him. She always knew her time with him was limited but it didn't make it any easier to deal with.

"Dante and Vergil went through to destroy the Qliphoth roots at the source," Nero adds, but Rei doesn't hear him.

Her eyes drift to the necklace in her hand. He must have left it with her while she slept. The last thing she remembers is falling asleep next to him while he muttered poetic words to her. It was a quiet end to the strange tension between them, a moment that solidified their importance to each other. A moment where Rei thought she missed her chance to say goodbye when they split up. A moment that started with something so small, yet so monumental as a kiss.

He came to the van just before Rei tumbled in from a rough fight. Lady was helping Nico inside and Nero had yet to call or come by. At the sight of the raven-haired man, Rei marched up to him to exclaim how frustrated she was getting split up from him not knowing if she'd get to tell him goodbye properly. She felt tears fall down her cheeks, which V calmly wiped away for her. His thumb lingered on her cheek. That's when she stood on her toes to connect her trembling lips to his. He responded in turn, though gentle and slow. His free hand cradled the back of her head and a slight tilt of his head deepened the kiss, all while keeping the same pace. There was no rush between them, making the sound of their separation pleasing to their ears. V left two more short kisses on her mouth before Rei sobbed into his chest. Her arms wrapped around his thin waist and his arm lazily circled around her shoulders.

She felt stupid for crying when V came around a month before. But their friendship blossomed fast. Maybe it was because she didn't give him a choice to avoid her, not that he would have. She just wasn't ready to let him go. It would be no easier after letting a little romance filter in between them.

"Thou dost smile. I sing the while. Sweet joy befall thee." V said, his voice low only for her to hear.

Rei laughed, sniffling away the negative feelings she had. Their time was limited and weeping about it would do no good. Unfortunately, her body decided to give out, making her collapse. V was quick to hold her with both arms, still strong enough to keep her on her feet. They stumbled into the van, Lady and Nico rushing over to help V. As soon as his arms were free, he sat on the couch with concern for the lady hunter on his features. With what strength Rei had left, she found her resting spot beside V. Her head took his lap and she tucked her face into his stomach, her body curling up on the seat next to him. Nico made a remark about Rei's choice in comfort, followed by a snarky statement from Griffon. Nico was quick to change her attention to the bird much to Rei's relief.

V's fingers twisted a lock of her hair around while he opened his book. With quiet lips, he began reading to Rei and that was the last she remembered before she fell asleep.

She looks at Nero, "Will Dante and Vergil come back?" Will Vergil keep V's memories and feelings? Will he see her as V did?

He shrugs, "We don't know. We might have to fight to get them back."

Rei tucks the book in the waistband of her pants. She squeezes the necklace in her hands a single time before unraveling it and securing it around her wrist. She stares at Nero, a determination in her features. "You better take me with you."

Nero smirks and nods, "Gonna kick his ass?"

"You better believe it."

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betareaderwanted · 6 years

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New writers list!

https://betareaderwanted.tumblr.com/writers

Requests are sorted into the different fandoms and fandoms into macrocategories.

A few fandoms are not categorised as they include different formats, such as comics, tv shows, films, etc. This is the case of Marvel and DC, for example.

For the writers: if anything has changed or if ou find a beta, just let me know, so I can update this list.

Last updated: 04/04/2018

supercorp-will-rise

Fandom: Supergirl

Ship: Supercorp

Rating: M

Warnings: there is a scene with some non-con dynamic

Type of beta reading: grammar chack, spell check, sentence structure, word usage, some help with characterization and plot

Status: in progress, not already posted

How to contact: @supercorp-will-rise or scentfdriedflowers.tumblr.com

Additional info: English is not their first language

Marvel

hikaruryu

Fandom: Marvel Comics (616)

Ship: Steve Rodgers/Tony Stark

Rating: T

Warnings: depression, low self-esteem, suicidal thoughts, spoilers from Civil War II

Type of beta reading: grammar, punctuation, plot flow, sentence flow

How to contact: @hikaruryu

Additional info: English is not their first language and they would prefer someone who is up to date with the canon

krazeelegal

Fandom: Marvel Harry Potter Crossover

Ship: None

Rating: T and up

Warnings: depictions of violence, child abuse

Type of beta reading: plot discussion and checking for typos

Status: in progress, already posted

How to contact: @krazeelegal

Additional info: Loki adopts Draco. Story has been partially checked by another beta that is too busy to continue at the moment.

FILMS

Transformers

rammy-sky

Fandom: Transformers ancient Greece AU

Rating: T

Warnings: implied sex scene, femslash

Type of beta reading: grammar and vocabulary check after automatic translation

How to contact: @rammy-sky

Additional information: about 6K words, author is not a native speaker

The Devil Wears Prada

some-of-her-parts

Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada

Ship: Miranda Priestly/Andy Sachs

Rating: M

Type of beta reading: checking grammar and sentence flow

Contact: @some-of-her-parts

Additional information: writer is not a native speaker

Kingsman

andiftheycare

Fandom: Kingsman

Ship: None/pre-slash

Rating: T

Warnings: spoilers for the golden circle

Type of beta reading: spelling, grammar, sentence structure

How to contact: @andiftheycare

Additional information: writer is not a native speaker

Harry Potter

burntbellflower

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Warning: suicide, depression, abuse

Type of beta reading: characterization, spelling, grammar, punctuation and contradictions.

Contact: @burntbellflower

ANIME/MANGA/CARTOONS/COMICS

Tokyo Ghoul

misminor

Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul

Ship: some Arima/Eto and Hide/Kaneki, but they are not the main focus

Rating: T

Warnings: Outsider PoV, AU

Type of beta reading: making sure that characters are in character, help in spotting plot holes, pacing, general editing

How to contact: @misminor

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

misminor

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Raing: K+

Warnings: outsider POV, slight AU, canon-typical bashing on the fandom’s main character

Type of beta reading: general editing and word flow, some brainstorming on character introductions

How to contact: @misminor

Additional information: basically another rendition of the Trip-To-Italy trope for this fandom

Rwby

rangerwriting

Fandom: RWBY

Ship: onesided Qrow/Summer, Summer/Taiyang, Taiyang/Raven, platonic Raven/Summer

Rating: T/M

Warnings: author might discuss triggering matters

How to contact: @nonrangerstuff or [email protected]

Type of beta reading: scene flow, pacing, plotting, help writing action scenes

Additional information: looking for someone openminded about AU

VIDEOGAMES

Devil May Cry

betustamorla

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Ship: Dante/Lady, Vergil/?

Rating: T

Warnings: gore

Type of beta reading: character development and relationships, line editing, chesion, spelling and grammar

How to contact: @betustamorla or [email protected]

Additional information: this is mainly a Vergil and Nero story, some father-son relationship development ideas would be great, there will be a couple of OCs as support chatacters. English is not their first language. They aren’t looking specifically for someone in the fandom.

Final Fantasy VII

misminor

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Ship: Sephiroth/Cloud, Reno/Tifa, Vincent/Lucrecia

Rating: T

Warnings: time travel/ time loop, gender-bender, slight crack

Type of beta reading: help keeping character in character

How to contact: @misminor

Additional information: this fic is also tied into the story “Extras from Cloud’s Travels” (www.fanfiction.net/s/9433497/1/Extras-from-Cloud-s-Travels) which also needs a beta and is basically outtaked and extras from the main fic.

Undertale

aashur

Fandom: Undertale

Ship: Foncest

Rating: M

Warnings: *cest-curious romance, illness, kealousy, irrationality

Type of beta reading: technical, analytical

How to contact: @aashur

MUSICALS

Hamilton

cyrus-breeze

Fandom: Hamilton

Ship: Eliza/John/Alex closed poly triad, Philip/Theodosia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: racism, sexism, general prejudice

Type of beta reading: characterization, spelling, punctuation, grammar

How to contact: @cyrus-breeze

Additional information: would prefer someone who identifies as socially “woke”

ORIGINAL WORKS

makemebadcomics

Rating: M

Warinings: war, ugly side of politics, sexist patriarchal society, child soldiers, rape, incest, gevernment officials being extremely abusive with their power, genocide, cannibalism

Type of beta reading: someone to check if the story is sound and if the characters fit into the world nicely, someone to bounce ideas off of and ask advice

Additional information: Fantasy targeted to a mature audience. The story follows a boy as he goes about life along with his brother and widowed father who’s the second in commando of a small new nation

Contact: @makemebadcomics

androidfucker

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: horror, gore, violence, homophobia, non/dub con, murder, cannibalism

Type of beta reading: grammar, flow, letting them know when things are wonky

How to contact: @androidfucker or [email protected]

Additional information: it is an ongoing m/m novella; it follows a serial killing cannibal and his high school sweetheart reconnectiong

BETA NEEDED FOR SEVERAL STORIES!

jessyulrich

Fandoms: Metallica, Supernatura, Supernatural RPF

Ships: James Hetfield/Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett/Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield/Reader, Lars Ulrich/Reader, Kirk Hammett/Reader, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Dean Winchester/ Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Jensen Ackles/Reader, Misha Collins/Reader, Jared Padaleki/Reader

Rating: M

Warning: smut, past physical abuse, past mental abuse, past emotional abuse, self harm issues, depression, anxiety, low self-esteem

Type of beta reading: proofreading, grammar help, advice on plot and characterization, constructive criticism

How to contact: @jessyulrich

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blacktalonsb · 3 years

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Ch 4 I Believe I Can Fly

AN: This is the fourth chapter to a story I'm writing with my OC Raven. I'm not sure how often I'll get new chapters up right now. I'm very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.

Universe: DMC

Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, etc.

Vergil x oc!Raven

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Vergil raced back inside the house. They’re on the roof. The roof of all places! What was Dante thinking, taking her up there? What if she fell? At least she was safe for the moment. It looked like they were above the back study room. Vergil’s mind was racing, planning the quickest route up to that side. That room was upstairs on the 2nd floor, roughly above Mom’s sunroom. If he took the smaller staircase right there he’d be on the right side a few doors down. Then out onto the balcony and..

Vergil slowed to a walk as he passed his mother’s sunroom. She was inside tending to the plants, and softly humming to herself. Vergil made himself stick to a walk even though he desperately wanted to run. It wouldn’t be worth the delay the lecture would cause. After what seemed like hours pass, he was clear of the door far enough that he could pick up the pace again. He ducked into the little alcove that housed the spiral stairwell and began to take the steps two at a time. Once at the top he glanced both ways to get his bearings.

Vergil hurried down the hall to the study. Once there he glanced in, making sure it was empty. He quickly pushed the door open enough he could slip in, then gently closes it behind him. Vergil walked over to the balcony door and unhooked it, thankful that it swung open relatively silently. Mom liked to have the windows all open when she was taking care of the plants. He didn't want to draw attention to the situation if he could avoid it. He looked up towards the roof to see that Dante was already on the trellis that went all the way to the ground. Dante paused and looked back up at the roof and Vergil could hear him encouraging Raven to climb down.

Vergil walked over to the balcony railing to test that he could reach out to it. He nodded when he could and looked up at Raven. She was having some trouble hooking her foot into the top of the trellis. Vergil’s breath faltered when she almost didn’t grab onto the trellis fast enough. As he watched her struggle to get a better grasp on the trellis, he gripped the railing hard.

“Raven, you don’t have to go all the way down. Just climb down to me and I’ll help you over the railing.” Raven carefully looked over and started shifting towards him. She turned and looked at Dante, motioning for him to follow her. Vergil could do nothing but pace back and forth waiting for her to get close enough to the railing. It felt like it took forever for her to get there. Vergil was already leaning out over the railing reaching for her and, with some work, was able to help her get her feet onto the railing. Instead of climbing over the railing though she leans out to Dante. Vergil looks over at his brother and can see the panic on his face.

“I’m stuck! I can’t get over there.” Vergil’s eyes travel down Dante’s legs to see that his foot is indeed tangled in the upper portion of the vines from below. This isn’t good. Mom would be lecturing them for hours and if Dad heard… Vergil pushes the thought from his mind. The most important part right now was to get both of them down safely. Vergil’s thoughts were racing again as he thought of a way to get his brother free.

“Raven, please get onto the balcony. I’ll go get Dante.” Vergil prepared to climb over the railing, but Raven shook her head.

“I’ll be fine, V! Please let me do this.” She turned pleading eyes his way and he swallowed hard. There was no way he could say no to her, but maybe he could convince her that her plan wouldn’t work? Before he had a chance to argue with her she turned back toward Dante. She held her hand out to him but wasn’t reaching for him. Instead a small quarter size orb began to glow in her hand. It then shot out toward Dante’s foot and the offending vine tangled there. The vine caught fire burning away enough that Dante could pull his foot free. Raven let out a small victory yell, but cut it short when her feet slipped on the railing. Vergil managed to catch her, but it was awkward and he could feel her slipping further.

“Dante! Hurry up!” Vergil yelled at his twin. Dante was busy kicking out the fire, and shot an irritated look over at his brother. Once the few small flames were out he started moving again towards the balcony.

“Shut up, I'm going as fast as I can!” Dante yelled back at Vergil. Once Dante reached the side of the trellis closest to the railing he scrambled over as quickly as possible. He then turned to help pull Raven back over. Dante could already see that Vergil is not only losing his grip on Raven, but slowly losing his balance trying to hold her in that awkward position. Dante carefully wraps his arms under her arms and around her chest. He can feel Vergil shifting to try and get in a better position.

Vergil notices that Raven has her eyes squeezed shut so he gently pats her cheek. As her eyes flutter open he smiles at her, relieved that she’s ok. He helps her grab onto the railing again, but his foot slips on the wrought metal, tipping him over. He yelps as he winds up flipping over the railing barely keeping his hands on it. For a brief moment Vergil gets a foot back up but it’s not enough. Raven gasps and lunges out to grab him. Dante loses his hold on her and calls out to her, fear making his voice louder. As they fall towards the ground a voice cuts through their panic.

“Birdie! Fly!” A voice barks out and there is such a tone of command that all three reflexively flinch. Then Raven’s eyes glow gold and wings unfurl behind her. Not enough to actually fly but enough that she’s able to slow their plummet to the ground. It was still a rough landing when she dropped Vergil a few feet from the ground, but a few scrapes and bruises were nothing compared to what almost happened. He quickly leaped to his feet, catching Raven as she collapsed against his chest. They both landed on the ground again, Raven panting as she sprawled across him.

Vergil knew he should get his mom to make sure Raven’s all right, but he couldn’t stop staring. He slowly sat up, cradling her in his arms, her wings shifting around as he moved her. They were a beautiful onyx color on the back, but underneath was a softer grey-blue color. As her wings settled he could feel the soft downy feathers warm against his arms. He debated touching them, but then they glowed gold and were gone.

“Raven. You have wings? Why didn’t you tell me?” Raven didn’t answer, instead snuggling closer to him. When she continued to be silent he glanced at her face to see she was passed out, her hand over his heart and a soft smile on her lips. Vergil’s chest felt tight, and he was overcome with emotions he wasn’t entirely sure of. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his cheeks warming.

“Vergil! Raven? Are you two ok?” Eva had run outside once she saw they were on the ground. “What were you thinking, Vergil? She can’t control her powers yet. You know better!”

Modeus walks at a calmer pace out to where Vergil sits with Raven. While Eva continues to lecture the children he kneels down next to Vergil to touch Raven’s cheek. There seems to be a residue of shadow when he removes his hand, but Raven starts to stir. Modeus sighs, then looks at Vergil with a small smile. Modeus pats Vergil’s head, ruffling his hair a bit then stands. It’s then that Eva’s words sink into Vergil’s awestruck brain, bringing him out of his daze.

“Mom, it wasn’t my fault! I was trying to help her down off the roof. She slipped, and we both fell.” Vergil feels the tears starting to well up in his eyes. “Mom, please believe me. I would never do anything to hurt Raven!” He hates that tears are his response to his mother’s scolding. He glances up to the balcony they’d been on but he can’t see Dante at all. Vergil grits his teeth as he thought that Dante was going to let him take the punishment for what he’d done. Again. Except this time was serious. Mom thought he was being careless with Raven, and that was unforgivable.

“You’re lucky that Modeus was talking with me in the sunroom. If he hadn’t heard you and called out to Raven you both could have been seriously hurt!” Raven shifts in Vergil’s embrace and whispers into his ear, “I’m sorry you’re in trouble because of me.” Vergil sighs and rubs her back in soothing circles as she starts to softly cry. She was exhausted and blaming herself, something she tended to do if he got into trouble when she was involved. Modeus sighs, knowing that Eva is simply upset over a near disaster. Modeus opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by Sparda.

“Dante.” Sparda intones. Dante flinched as his father pulled him out to where the others were. Eva turns and with one look knows who the instigator was this time. The boy still had leaves and dirt all over his clothing.

“Modeus, I believe Raven should start her training now. Eva will pick a suitable room for her and,” Sparda glanced at Vergil still holding Raven in his arms. “Vergil will help her get settled.”

#dmc vergil #dmc dante #Vergil x oc!Raven #Sparda Eva and Modeus are in there

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blacktalonsb · 3 years

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Ch. 3 What's This Feeling?

AN: This is the third chapter to a story I'm writing with my OC Raven. I'm not sure how often I'll get new chapters up right now. I'm very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.

Universe: DMC

Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, etc.

Dante x oc!Raven I have plans to make an x reader version, but wanted to post this part first..

Thanks to @milkybonebroth for writing for my prompt request and inadvertently sparking inspiration. Go check them out they write good stuff!

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Dante watched her double over panting. She hadn’t complained about how fast he was going or for how long. She hadn’t said a word about the difficulty of the climb, or even that they were high up off the ground. Dante worried at his bottom lip, his brow furrowed with concern. No she had pushed herself refusing to back down until they were both winded, but standing on the roof of the manor. Her black hair was starting to fall out of her ponytail, and sweat shining on her skin. Her lavender shirt was plastered to her body with sweat making it look closer to grey. She was dirty and sweaty just like him. He thought she was cute with flushed cheeks and messy hair, but.. he might have pushed too far.

Mom would be so angry if Raven got hurt, and Dad would be disappointed. Not that he wanted her hurt, but she’s tougher than everyone else seemed to think. Not only was she brave enough to stand up to both him and his brother, she could mostly keep up with him on all the adventures they took around the manor. Plus since she practically lived with them he found she could be just as much a troublemaker as he could. Dante smiles at that thought.

Vergil would never let it go though. Dante’s smile slipped into a frown. His twin already acted as if she were one of his precious books. She was never to be touched just, watched and protected. His hand tightened on a handful of his shirt as he remembered the stupid knight thing. He’d seen them out under the tree from the porch. Mom had told him to go play with them so he’d gone and grabbed the training swords. He’d run out to the tree with swords in hand, arriving just in time to hear Raven suggest Vergil’s books were secrets. Dante had looked at her and as their eyes met he said he’d be the invader to steal them away.

He hadn’t meant the stupid books. Only her. Always her.

Finally catching her breath she stood and looked out at the garden spread below them. As her eyes took in the multitude of flowers in various colors, trees ranging in size and neatly trimmed bushes, her features softened with a smile. She turned and looked at him her deep brown eyes sparkling with amazement. Dante’s breath hitched, and the words he’d been about to speak lodge in his throat. She was really pretty. His stomach felt weird, his throat was dry, and he couldn’t keep his thoughts together. Why did he feel this way?

“It’s really beautiful Dante. The view is great.”

“Yeah, really great.” Dante murmured his eyes never leaving her face.

She settled on the roof crosslegged, leaning back on her hands and lifting her face up to the sun closing her eyes. She hummed softly and it reminded him of a kitten. Yeah she looked like a kitten laid out in the window soaking up the sun. Dante felt the back of his ears grow hot, the heat spreading to his cheeks. He couldn’t help the goofy grin that stretched across his face. She hadn’t heard him, but it was ok.

“Ya know ya look like a kitten like that.” Dante said as he casually sprawled next to her, his legs out in front of him. She didn’t move but she did laugh softly.

“What, you gonna start callin’ me that now?” Dante simply hummed in response. He turned slightly to look at her and saw a smudge of dirt on her cheek. Leaning on his left hand he reached over with his right and brushed some of it away with his knuckles. Raven startled dropping her face and opening her eyes to look at him.

“Your face is dirty.” Dante smirked.

She huffed a laugh. “So’s yours D.” As she returned her gaze to the garden something fluttered in his chest at her smile. It really wasn’t fair that Vergil got her all to himself most of the time. She was supposed to be his friend too. His mouth twisted as if he tasted something bitter. Friend. Was that what she was? He wanted something.. more. He leaned closer and kissed her cheek. He heard her soft gasp as she started to shift away.

“No wait please don’t… don’t leave,” Dante said as he shifted his left hand over to grab her right one. He hated how pitiful he sounded, but he couldn’t stand the thought that his twin got all her attention. She stilled and then sighed. Her eyes never left the garden as she spoke softly.

“I’m not gonna leave you D. I just dunno what you want from me.”

“I know. I dunno what I want either.” Dante sighed resting his forehead on her shoulder. “I just…” Dante takes a deep breath. He can do this. Just tell her and be done with it.

“I dunno what you guys do all the time. I just wanna to be with you more. I-I wanna hug you and k-kiss you too.” Dante couldn’t lift his forehead from her shoulder. His face was hot and the rest of his body was burning up. His thoughts were scattered like the leaves in the breeze across the rooftop. He felt out of breath, as if he’d raced the climb up to their current perch a second time. His hand tightened around hers, and he felt her hand close around his.

“Dante?” He felt her left hand come up to the side of his face. She gently brushed his hair back so she could see his eye, but it was closed. Her touch was cool against his overheated skin. It felt good like having water after running all day.

“D, look at me,” Raven stated, then softening her voice added, “please?” He lifted his head and opened his eyes, but there was something wrong with his vision. She seemed to glow and he could see the pulse at her throat. His nose twitched as he took a deep breath lips slightly parted, scenting her. She smelled sweet and spicy like honeysuckles and cloves. His mouth ached as he thought about her glowing skin and he was overcome with the desire to bite. Dante was confused. He didn’t understand why. This wasn’t the first time, but it usually wasn’t this bad.

“You.. smell… good.” He said haltingly as he felt her hand caress his cheek and he shifted to look at her. Her eyes widened slightly.

“D your eyes… are glowing red.” Her hand comes away and the burning sensation seemed to intensify pooling in his chest. He felt… he wasn’t sure but the thoughts he was having of her weren’t right. Right? Dante’s brow furrowed. Why not? Vergil could call her nicknames and take her off for studying. Who wanted to read his boring books or listen to him go on about history crap? That wasn’t right. Why did he want to bite her? Why was it so hot or was that just him? Dante whines as he shifts closer to her again.

“Please. Touch me again,” he pants another whine escaping. He sounded so weak but her touch eased the burning. “Too hot. I can’t think. Please!” He was too loud in his own ears, but he was desperate. He needed her to touch him again. Make the burning go away.. the anger. The sudden surge of anger seemed to be related to the burning, or maybe it was because he was afraid she’d leave. She brought her hand back to his cheek. He sighed, closing his eyes, his head dropping back to her shoulder.

“Thanks.” he mumbled into her shirt. Her fingers slip down to his neck, rubbing at the back of it, which seemed to slowly loosen the tense muscles there. It was like she knew where to touch, what to do. Not that it mattered. Anywhere would have been fine. Carefully she shifts towards him a bit, letting go of his hand. He starts to complain, but she quickly wraps her right arm around his shoulders pulling him a little closer.

“Raven! Dante bring her back here!” Vergil calls from somewhere below.

This time she lets go and he hates it. She attempts to dust off her clothes and fixes her ponytail. Why can’t Vergil just leave them alone? Dante watches her carefully move closer to the edge and look down. He sighs and reluctantly brushes at his own clothes. He better start thinking of a way down. He shakes his head, trying to clear it, but all he can think about is how angry he is. At Vergil for interrupting, and at himself for sounding so pitiful. He just couldn’t figure out what’s going on with him. Why was he so hot?

“Hey V! I’m up here!” she calls down to Vergil. He pushes himself over to the edge and looks down. Vergil looks really angry. So what? That’s nothing new. Vergil is always angry at him.

“Raven! Are you ok? Hold on there’s a balcony directly below you. I’ll come up and help you climb down.” Vergil disappears back inside. Raven turns to look at Dante with concern on her face. She brings her hand up to his cheek again.

“D your still really warm and your eyes are still red.” She sighs and hugs him again. He whines into her ear. He doesn’t want her to go. Not to Vergil.

#Dante x oc!Raven #dmc #dmc Dante #Dante #Vergil's in there

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spardaxwarchief · 5 years

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Chapter Twenty-Two of Magical Memories is up, and it took me a while to write this...while listening to the World of Warcraft original soundtracks to help me figure it out (I’m on the Legion soundtrack now and holy shit it’s giving me hella awesome ideas) so enjoy and also a bit of a trigger warning on this one-torture and someone’s head(s) get lopped off. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18036623/chapters/46070281

#my writings #||magical memories #devil may cry fanfiction #dante sparda #the raven queen #bael the bronzed general #mephistopheles #vergil sparda #the alpha and the omega #witch oc #dante x oc #tw: torture #archive of our own

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spardaxwarchief · 5 years

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Soo...gonna promote two things-

1. Chapter Nineteen of Magical Memories is up, and trigger warning for torture and character deaths, and yes...Dante cries in this chapter too...because I’m a terrible heathen and (sometimes, just a little) want to see him suffer (a tiny bit, not a lot) and also Vergil does some kidnapping and uses telekinesis to kill a cat (why did I give him that WHY) and I edited the unholy HELL out of this chapter-https://archiveofourown.org/works/18036623/chapters/45380503

2. I wrote a short story about baking at 1 am and yes, there is some banging on the desk...good times (and edited the unholy hell out of this one too)....-https://archiveofourown.org/works/19075174

#my writings #||magical memories #dante sparda #mi tesoro diabolico #my husband #dante x oc #witch oc #one am baking aka what can you do when your wife wants to bake #vergil sparda #the alpha and the omega #||asterion the black demon cat #||dinner the cat #wesley mckenzie #the raven queen

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Born a Rebel

AN: This is the sixth chapter to a story I’m writing with my OC Raven. I’m not sure how often I’ll get new chapters up right now. I’m very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.

Side note to the Author's Note: I had to retype sixth one too many times... it kept coming up sith... XD

Universe: DMC

Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, etc

Vergil x oc!Raven x Dante

If you have ideas for childhood hijinks (I don’t have sibs so not sure what to add in) suggest something and I’ll see if I can fit it story wise. If you like what you read please tell me! I like feedback but please be respectful. As much as I want people to read what I write it isn’t necessarily the end goal. Also if you do reblog please don’t edit or claim as yours.

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Dante huffed in exasperation at his brother for asking yet another question of dad. They had been talking about the summer fair in town walking through the foyer. They had been heading towards their mother’s sunroom, but Vergil had headed straight to their father as soon as he saw him. He was probably asking another question on some imagined flaw in his technique or timing. Dante rolled his eyes. Vergil was already a good fighter. He didn’t need extra lessons so why all the questions? Dante walked up behind his brother and smacked the back of his head as he stepped up next to him.

“Dante, what was that for?” Vergil demanded his eyes narrow as he shifted slightly looking to his left.

"Come on Verge, aren't you worried 'bout missin’ class? Raven’s gonna be all dressed up.” Dante gave an exaggerated tilt to his head then smacked his fist into his hand. “Well, I’m sure Raven would be fine if I took your place this time.” As Dante smirked at Vergil, Vergil sighed turning back toward Sparda.

Sparda shook his head. These two just couldn’t help themselves. Truly the only time the boys didn’t fight was when Raven was with them. That girl would have her work cut out for her. Especially if what he and Modeus were discussing earlier was true. So far it seemed plausible, but the boys might not inherit all the traits of his clan. Then there was the question of what they’d inherit from their mother. The same was true of Raven of course. Perhaps she inherited something from her mother that allowed her to calm them. After all, he didn't know which of the Divine clans Raven’s mother came from. Better that and not because of…

“You wouldn’t go to class just to see Raven. You’d not miss so many classes then, hmm?” Vergil opened his mouth to ask Father once more if he could take Raven into town.

“Boys, you’re dismissed for today. I believe your mother wishes to see you in the garden for tea.” As Sparda turned to go to his study his thoughts were laden with possibility. He didn’t know how much longer the boys would be able to handle being without her. As he walked to the stairs the probability that someone would come for his children as much as Modeus’ daughter was like a weight pressing down upon him. Would they survive being separated if the situation called for it?

Vergil tsked. He supposed that was Father’s way of saying the discussion was over. As he watched his father walk off Vergil clenched his hands in frustration. Father’s refusal to let him take Raven on a trip into town didn’t make sense. Why wasn’t Raven allowed into town? Vergil knew he and his brother made trips into town all the time. Father wouldn’t even answer why. Was it because he wasn’t trusted to take care of Raven while she was out? Vergil’s brow furrowed. Perhaps it was that Raven couldn’t be seen with him? He was sure he was missing something, but for the life of him he didn’t know what. It still came down to Father denying him permission to take her to the summer fair. So that left Dante. Dante never planned anything and was sure to get caught, or miss his opportunity to persuade Raven...

“Welp, guess I’m gonna go find Kitten. I’m sure she’s gotta be bored in class right now.” Dante chuckled at the irritated look on Vergil’s face. He stepped forward and turned towards his brother to question him in mock seriousness:

“What’s the matter? Dad not approve of something you wanted to do?” Dante half turned and looked at his father’s retreating form, then turned back to Vergil, the mocking tone slipping into confusion. “And you’re not following, demanding to be heard?” Dante tilts his head and looks at Vergil closely, a look of concern on his face. “What did you ask Father for?” he asks softly.

“I asked to take Raven into town this afternoon to see the fair.” Vergil answered equally softly, his eyes never leaving Sparda’s back. He watched as Sparda climbed the stairs to head to his office on the second floor. When Sparda disappeared into the hallway he snapped his eyes to Dante’s surprised ones.

“You already planned to go didn’t you?” Vergil sighed. Raven isn’t allowed but wants to go so bad. Dante, same as Vergil, was able to go without breaking the rules, but would Dante be willing to break the rules and take Raven with him? Vergil’s gaze drifted off to the right. More importantly, did Vergil really trust Dante with his princess? Vergil paused at the nickname. He had to stop thinking of her that way. One of these times he was going to slip and say something he would regret.

“Of course you did.” Vergil waved his hand dismissively. “Are you willing to take her with you? Even if it gets both of you in trouble?” Vergil raises an eyebrow at Dante, waiting impatiently for his brother’s answer.

Dante couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why would Vergil ask him to take Raven? Wasn’t Vergil the one that always came up with plans? He wasn’t willing to take her himself? Dante’s brow furrowed. The only time Vergil let him do things with Raven it always seemed to be in Vergil’s favor by the end.

“Well?” Vergil asked. “Don’t bother saying you wouldn’t. We both know you would.” Vergil’s gaze never wavered as if to say tell me I’m wrong. Dante couldn’t. Of course he’d take Kitten to the fair if that’s what she wanted to do. He smirked at Vergil. The thing was though… his eyes drifted up and away… would she go without Vergil?

He laughed as he shifted his gaze back toward Vergil. “Of course I’ll take her with me. You just make sure you’re not around, got it?”

Vergil’s look turned thoughtful. He knew Raven’s schedule probably better than she did. Vergil’s lips twitched into a small smile. He usually was with her all day, but today he was sure his mother wished to speak with Raven after classes. That would take awhile since Mother treated Raven as if the girl was her daughter. Sometimes that meant lectures on topics they didn’t really cover, like etiquette. Or Girl Talk. Raven always looked slightly concerned and possibly a bit traumatized after those particular talks. Etiquette, however, was an opportunity Mother liked to use as an excuse to dress Raven up and have tea time or some other similar thing. Raven was always so adorable, but on those days… Vergil’s gaze drifted away once again as he thought of Raven. Vergil shook his head slightly to clear it. Anyway, afterwards Raven would change back into normal clothes to practice out in the yard on her technique.

“Dante, right now Raven’s with Mother having Etiquette class. The class will be done in a few minutes, but Mother will want to talk to her afterwards. They’ll be done in 10 - 20 minutes, and Raven will change so she can practice in the yard. That’s your only chance to get her to go with you.” Vergil turned to look at Dante again. “She’s going to be tired of sitting listening to Mother go on about,” Vergil waves a hand through the air, “whatever. She’ll be craving something fun. She’ll probably hear you out and agree to go with you.” It would kill him to ignore or push her away, but it would get her to go with Dante if he suggested something fun. Vergil worried at his bottom lip again. “Just don’t back down and keep begging her to go.” With that Vergil turned and stalked off to the library. This was a bad idea, he thought as he bit hard enough to draw blood.

Raven sighed in relief, having finally changed out of that ridiculous outfit. Mrs. Eva was always asking if she liked one of the twins more than the other. Today she’d gone so far as to ask if she’d kissed one of them. As if! Not like she’d say even if she had. Why did it always have to end that way? Mrs. Eva was really nice, but she kept telling her to call her Mom. Today though, she added in something surprising.

Eva stirred her tea for the 5th time. Raven wasn’t answering her questions anymore. She was quite polite and remembered her manners, but she was getting good at avoiding or deflecting questions she didn’t want to answer. Perhaps Mrs Eva would let the matter go if she continued?

“Raven, Sweetie, you can call me Mom now. It won’t be strange since you’re going to stay with one of my boys anyway.”

Raven wasn’t sure what that was about. She was dying to talk to Vergil about it, but he was holed up in the Library doing research. She sighed, balling up the dress she’d just been wearing and tossed it in the hamper with the dirty clothes. The only good thing about dressing up with Mrs. Eva was how the twins reacted to it. They both always looked so surprised and usually tripped over each other trying to give her compliments. Not this time though. Dante had never shown up, and Vergil had seemed distracted. She’d found Vergil in the Library sitting in his favorite spot. Vergil had said she looked elegant and he’d smiled so brightly. Raven had almost gotten lost in the light in his eyes. Just remembering it made her cheeks flush with heat, and a silly grin spread across her face. Then he’d said something about making their bond stronger and returned to his research.

Raven walked quickly down the hallway trying to still the disquiet in her heart. Vergil usually wasn’t so distracted, paying close attention to her looking for any mistakes. Honestly, it left her a bit concerned. There was no way she was perfect. More likely something was bothering him and he didn’t want her to know. He was even biting at his lip which was a sure sign he was worried. Raven slowed, padding more quietly through the hallway now so no one would hear her. She wasn’t quite sure what Vergil meant about their bond, but it sounded important. She hurried to the back door and out into the yard. It was always a matter of time before someone came to look for her so she’d just…

A hand reached out and grabbed her left arm, jerking her back. She pivoted, using the momentum to swing around and plant, as hard as she could, her right fist into whomever had grabbed her. Dante twisted to the side, but her hit still landed. Probably not where she intended, but he was still winded. He was surprised at how fast she was getting. Dante grit his teeth, reminding himself he was there to bring her along with him. He couldn’t back down. At all. He still wasn’t sure she’d go, but Vergil said not to give up.

“Kitten, I came ta take ya with me to the fair. Ya did wanna go right?” Dante grinned cheekily at her. As he let go of her arm he turned fully toward her, adopting a more formal attitude. He held out his right hand to her, dipping his head to her slightly. “Will you accompany me to the summer fair this evening?” He tilted his head slightly, glancing at her through his hair, cheeky grin still in place. “It would be my pleasure to show you every little thing you aren’t supposed to see. I expect much fun to be had, and much trouble if we get caught.” He winked at her, his smile shifting into a smirk as he straightened. “Unless of course, you’re too afraid to go outside the safety of the Manor without your dear Dark Knight.”

Raven’s mildly amused look had turned into a frown at the mention of his brother. Interesting, Dante thought to himself. What did his brother do? Did he care? Not really, but Kitten looks upset so fun was first on the list. Later he’d find out what Vergil had done. He saw the hesitation in Raven’s eyes. Even if she was upset with Vergil she still wanted to include him. Dante made a face and turned to leave. He paused for a moment to look back at her.

“I’m leaving in about 10 minutes. Meet me at the gate and we’ll go. Don’t be late or I’ll leave without you.” Dante turned and walked toward the door. He wouldn’t actually leave her, but it might convince her to be there if she thought he would.

Raven stood there dumbfounded. Raven had only told Vergil that she wanted to go after overhearing the cook’s grandkids talking about it so eagerly. How did Dante know she wanted to go? Maybe he just assumed she did, which to be fair, she did want to. She hesitated again, glancing up to the window on the second floor where she’d seen Vergil with a pile of books. He was still there sitting in the window reading one of the larger tomes. If she left with Dante, Vergil would be the first to notice she wasn’t there. Even if he didn’t actually see her leave he would still suspect it was Dante’s fault. Would he tell one of his parents? Would he just come look for her? Her hands absentmindedly twisted at her shirt as she debated convincing Vergil to go.

#devil may cry #dmc vergil #dmc dante #dmc #vergil x reader #dante x reader

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blacktalonsb · 3 years

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Chapter 1 - First Impressions

AN: This is the first chapter to a story I'm writing with my OC Raven. I'm not sure how often I'll get new chapters up right now. I'm very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.

Universe: DMC

Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, and general children being children.

Modeus x child!OC I have plans to make an x reader version, but wanted to post this part first..

Thanks to @milkybonebroth for writing for my prompt request and inadvertently sparking inspiration. Go check them out they write good stuff!

If you have ideas for childhood hijinks (I don't have sibs so not sure what to add in) suggest something and I'll see if I can fit it story wise. If you like what you read please tell me! I like feedback but please be respectful. As much as I want people to read what I write it isn't necessarily the end goal. Also please if you do reblog don't edit or claim as yours.

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“Daddy, where are we going?” asks the small girl as she pulled at the taller man’s large warm hand to get his attention. Modeus looks down at his daughter and smiles softly. He is still surprised at the miracle that brought her into his life. She was the spitting image of her mother, who left him shortly after their daughter was born. Her long onyx locks pulled back into a simple braid and tied at the end with a ribbon of brilliant sea foam green. Today she was wearing dark brown boots with corded laces, dark blue jeans and a shirt of a matching green to her ribbon.

“Birdie, we’re going to visit my friend and his family. He also has children, twins, but they are a bit older than you.” Modeus knelt in front of her and lay his right hand upon the crown of her head. Gently he tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear with his thumb, and rubbed the faint point of her ear. Giggles erupted from his daughter as she looked at him smiling widely and happily.

“Ok, Daddy.” Then her brows furrowed as she contemplated asking him another question.

“Are you going away because of work?” She pauses here a moment then continues with, “Am I staying with them? Are you gonna be gone long? Are the twins gonna make fun of me?”

Modeus sighs, pulling her into his arms. That last question was new. The young lady that was tutoring her, Rosalia, had mentioned that some of the girls she was sometimes around made fun of her ears.

“Birdie, you’re very special and these boys are also special, much like you. I don’t think they’ll make fun of your ears, but boys can be mean too. Just make sure you speak up for yourself and tell them to stop.” He gave her a final reassuring squeeze and stood. He took her hand once again and led her to the large front door of Paradise Manor, his mentor Sparda’s home.

As they made their way in through the front entrance Modeus could see Eva, Sparda’s wife, already scolding the twins at the foot of a grand staircase. From the looks of things the boys were fighting again. Their clothes are thoroughly rumpled and their hair disheveled. The boys were unaware of his approach so he made sure to step a bit heavier. After all it wouldn’t be good to scare them unnecessarily. He glanced down and saw Birdie copying his change in step.

Eva half turns and smiles at him, her gaze dropping down to his daughter. Eva’s features soften and it seems as if her gaze is a bit longing. Perhaps Eva wishes to have a daughter Modeus wonders. Modeus smiles, filing away the thought to pose to his friends later. Modeus then glances towards the boys. Dante already messing with Vergil’s hair. Vergil turns, smacking his twin’s hand away from his hair, and for good measure pushes him hard enough that he stumbles backwards. As Dante trips and tumbles to the ground, Modeus stifles a chuckle by clearing his throat. Both boys freeze and while Vergil hurriedly rushes back to a more formal posture Dante takes his time getting to his feet.

Eva claps her hands together turning fully to the boys again. “Vergil, Dante, this is Modeus. He’s a friend of your father’s,” her left hand sweeps towards Modeus at the introduction.

“Surely I’m your friend as well, Lady Eva,” Modeus states with a soft smile. He takes her hand and places a light kiss to her wedding ring. His long brown hair slips forward slightly covering one eye as he bows over her hand. This is his way of showing his respect to his mentor. He feels Birdie’s hand slip from his as she ducks behind him, grabbing onto his long black trench coat.

“Lady Eva, truly, thank you for agreeing to watch Birdie for me. I hate to leave her in the care of strangers.”

Eva laughs lightly, waving away the comment. “You mean you hate to leave her behind at all. It’s alright Modeus, really. I would love the chance to have another girl around. I feel a bit outnumbered.” Modeus laughs softly at being called out, eyes shifting slightly away. Eva glances towards the boys as Dante makes a rather loud and fake yawn. Vergil, on the other hand, is trying to look behind Modeus without moving from his spot.

Modeus also sees Vergil’s curiosity and reaches back to place his left hand upon his daughter’s hair, gently pulling her out from behind him. He takes a step towards the twins noticing that her foot falls have returned to her normal soft and quiet steps.

“Go ahead and introduce yourself Birdie.” Modeus watches as his daughter looks at the boys with curiosity, but then drops her eyes back to the ground. Modeus’ brow furrows slightly. His little Birdie isn’t shy, but perhaps the recent teasing has made her a bit self conscious. Modeus sighs at her continued silence, and places a hand on her back to encourage her to take the last step forward.

“This is my daughter Raven.” Modeus turns his warm gaze upon the twins. “She’ll be coming with me when I come to visit with your father.”

Vergil glances to his mother as she smiles and nods in encouragement. Vergil swallows and takes a deep breath determined to prove that at least one of Sparda’s sons had manners. He takes a small step forward and holds out his hand to the younger girl.

“Lady Raven, welcome to our home. Would you like me to show you around?” Raven lifts her gaze to meet his with curiosity clear on her face. He’s momentarily mesmerized by her deep brown eyes. Vergil had thought she looked nothing like her father, but her eyes were just as warm and brown as his. Vergil’s moment of hesitation cost him as Dante jostled his brother out of his way.

“Hey I’m Dante!” he beamed at Raven. “I’m way better at showin’ you ‘round than my brother.” At this point Dante turns slightly to smirk at his twin. “It’ll be more fun with me anyways. I’m not gonna bore you with history or whatever.” Dante lightly punches Vergil’s arm, then turns back to the girl in front of him. “I’ll show you some cool stuff.” Dante boasted. Raven turns her curious gaze toward him and tilts her head to the side.

“What kinda cool stuff?” she asks him her voice soft but clear. Dante stumbles a bit over his words upon hearing her speak.

“W-well I can..” Dante begins but is quickly cut off by Vergil.

Vergil huffs at his twin, turning back toward Raven. He holds his hand out to her again. “Raven you’ll be safe with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” That last bit definitely directed at his sibling though Vergil doesn’t look at him.

Raven reaches out with her left hand to take Vergil’s right hand, but hesitates as her eyes flick toward Dante. She quickly reaches out for both boys’ hands and holds them tight. Almost as if she’s afraid they’ll both pull away from her.

Raven smiles at both in turn and says, “How ‘bout you both show me ‘round. I don’t wanna leave either of you behind.” Her smile is infectious and the twins smile back at her. The back of Dante’s ears turning pink meanwhile Vergil’s checks are dusted in an equally pink hue.

“Looks as though Birdie has two protectors now.” Modeus chuckles happily as the three walk away hand in hand. He turns toward Eva.

“Yes I just hope the twins will refrain from fighting while she’s here.” Eva shakes her head and smiles. “Oh Modeus, Sparda said to have you go directly to him. He’s in his study at the moment. Don’t worry, I’ll feed them shortly.” Eva smiles kindly at her husband’s friend.

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #dmc vergil #Eva's in there #not a reader insert #Modeus x child!daughter

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blacktalonsb · 3 years

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The Struggle Is Real

AN: This is the 5th chapter to a story I'm writing with my OC Raven. I'm not sure how often I'll get new chapters up right now. I'm very critical of my own writing and it makes for difficulties writing let alone posting.

Universe: DMC

Warnings: typical sibling rivalry, fluff, etc.

Vergil x oc!Raven x Dante

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After that incident Raven was officially moved into Paradise Manor. She started her training which at first consisted mostly of physical fitness. Being able to keep up with Dante running and climbing made quick work of that portion of training. As she progressed she moved on to sword practice with Dante as her sparring partner with Sparda, sometimes Modeus, watching over them.

After having been at Paradise Manor for awhile Raven was frustrated that she wasn’t doing better with her sparring practice with Dante. Mr. Sparda wasn’t really one to give praise like Dad and Mrs. Eva so it was hard to tell when he was happy with her progress. Dante was very vocal however, calling her kitten and saying she was too soft to keep taking his sword strikes. Most of the time she felt like he was picking on her. Vergil often told her to keep calm and not to listen to Dante’s words, instead she should follow the way Dante moves.

Today’s practice looked like it would include Raven and the twins. Raven frowned as usually Mr. Sparda kept the twins separate when training with her. Their competition seemed to extend to her and would spark at the worst times. Sparda knew the rivalry stemmed from the boys trying to prove to Raven who was better. However, this meant that Dante was more focused on Vergil instead of her. Thanks to this Raven was able to concentrate well enough to properly learn the stances and work through the moves. Perhaps having both boys there was a good thing? Raven shrugged and continued to practice.

Vergil was quite good at helping her with corrections, and seemed happy to do so. Raven had noticed Vergil’s eyes would shine with excitement when she was able to learn from him. Every so often he would stop practicing so he could correct her footwork or arm positions. Sometimes he corrected her hand placement. Sometimes it seemed like Vergil just wanted an excuse to talk to her, but Raven didn’t mind. Vergil could spend the whole session just teaching Raven if Mr. Sparda would allow it. She thought Vergil was easy to learn from, and he would let her practice until she was comfortable with whatever she was working on.

Dante, on the other hand, was eager to test her strength and reflexes. While Dante might sound upset with her inability to take a direct blow he was actually very happy she was able and willing to spar with him. It was beyond boring to always practice with Vergil. Plus when her attention was completely on him he felt like everything was.. right. At this particular moment he was getting irritated with his brother for babying Raven. Possibly for taking her attention away from him. Maybe.

“Come on Verg enough with talking her to death. Let me finish sparring with her! Besides I know how she learns best.” When Dante glanced toward Sparda Vergil sighed, quickly smiling at Raven and whispering to her:

“Remember follow his movements. I know you’ll get it right eventually.” Vergil stepped back and shot a glare at his younger twin.

Most of practice was like this. Raven felt like she was struggling just to keep up with all the stances, guards, holds… did her back foot move forward with this one, or was it supposed to be the front foot back? Was she holding the sword too high for this one? This was the right angle for the sword, right? Then there was swinging the practice sword. It was heavier than she though it would be. Raven had messed around with Dante’s practice sword before but it hadn’t seemed so heavy then.

When practice was called to an end Raven was sweaty, tired and in desperate need of water. Dante sauntered over to Raven, looking as if he’d only been playing and not working as hard as she was. Vergil too, didn't look as if he'd done much more than play around like usual. Then again, Vergil never really seemed to struggle with much of anything. Vergil was already standing with Raven and reviewing some of the moves she needed to work on.

“Hey, Kitten, you seem to be getting some better at this. You really don’t need a babysitter.” Dante snickered as he looked at Vergil. Vergil shook his head, heaving a sigh. He turned to Raven and held out his left hand.

“We should go inside where it’s cooler and get cleaned up.” Raven took his hand with her right, and wearily smacked Dante’s right arm.

“Vergil isn’t babysitting me. He’s showing me what I’m doing wrong. That’s what you’re supposed to be doing.” Raven sighed and then smiled at Dante. “Come on, let’s go in and get cleaned up.” Raven held out her left hand to Dante and he grabbed it quickly.

As the trio walked back into the house Sparda mulled over today’s training. As he headed towards his study he decided he was quite happy with Raven’s progress. She wasn’t necessarily a natural with a sword, but she was definitely committed to learning. There were times he could see her father’s influence in her footwork or stances. When she got it she really had it, however, he was doubtful if she should really use a sword. Which weapon would Raven be able to handle better though? Sparda sighed; it would have to wait. She needed to learn the basics first, and then he could see about a better-suited weapon.

Meanwhile, the trio had gotten cleaned up and changed clothes. Dante was quick to grab Raven’s hand and started to run towards the kitchen. Raven looked at Vergil helplessly as Dante pulled her along. Not wanting to be left behind, Vergil ran after the pair. Once Vergil caught up he grabbed Dante’s left arm.

“Hey slow down. Raven’s tired if you didn’t notice.” Dante turned to look at Raven. Even though she smiled at him he could still tell she was tired. She had been kinda slow during practice too. Dante frowned slightly as he sighed, turning back to Vergil.

“Fine. You take her to the library, and I’ll bring her something to eat.” Dante smiled at Raven then took off running down the hallway. Vergil took her right hand, and they walked off to the library. The tutor would be there in about 20 minutes or so. Plenty of time to let her rest before her next lesson. Raven slumped into a chair with a sleepy thanks. She lay on the table with her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. She promptly fell asleep. So much for conversation. Vergil was a bit concerned by her lack of energy today.

When Dante came into the library Vergil nearly panicked over the amount of stuff he’d brought. Dante had a precarious pile of an odd assortment of fruits and snacks. Dante set it all down on the table, and then sat on Raven’s left side. He none too gently nudged her awake only to get smacked by her. Dang, she was starting to hit hard. He giggled, pointing at the food. Raven sighed and thanked him, and then began to share with both him and Vergil. That was so her. She never took much, and when she did she shared with both of them. Dante’s ears were burning as he thought about feeding her some of the sweets he had stashed in his secret hiding spot. Maybe something for later. For now though, he needed to make himself disappear before the tutor showed up.

Later when Rosalia walked into the library she glanced at the table where Vergil and Raven were sitting. She noticed the food and drinks on the table but once again Dante was no where to be found. She sighed. That boy would need these classes eventually, but for now she would just focus on Raven. Vergil was already doing well. Human classes were boring to Raven for the most part, though with Vergil’s help she was doing well enough. Rosalia knew once she moved on to herbology then Mrs Eva would have Raven’s undivided attention.

Mrs. Rosa’s classes were necessary, and Raven did the best she could to keep up. Today would be an even bigger struggle though since sword practice had really worn her out. She sighed as she rehashed the way she struggled all morning. It felt worse than normal, but she didn’t know what was causing it. As the history lesson continued Raven could feel her eyelids slowly closing. Why was history so freaking boring? She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand. Then she shifted her chair closer to Vergil eventually resting her head on his left shoulder.

“You’ll tell me all about it right?” she whispered near his ear. Vergil gave a soft hum of affirmation, and Raven took his left hand in her right. Raven smiled and sighed a thanks against the skin of his neck finally letting herself fall asleep. It wasn’t the first time.

Rosalia turned when Raven didn’t answer her question. Rosalia saw that Raven had pushed her chair right next to Vergil’s, and was fast asleep laying partially on him. Vergil was gently brushing her hair back out of her face, and wore such a look of concern that Rosalia hesitated to say anything. At least Vergil seemed intent on taking care of Raven. She shook her head and sighed.

“Vergil.” Rosalia spoke softly leaning forward to lightly tap his arm. Vergil startled slightly, and started to speak. She held up a hand to forestall his excuse.

“In an hour I’ll be back here for the next lesson. Please make sure she’s awake this time.” Rosalia rose as silently as she could, and carefully gathered her things. She paused in the doorway to look back at them. She smiled at the heartwarming scene. She hardly saw Vergil look so happy as when he was looking at Raven. Happy and, dare she say… smitten?

Vergil woke Raven in time for the next lesson, and Raven seemed to be feeling better. The next few classes she participated by answering questions on the story they were reading, A Wrinkle In Time, and practiced writing letters and reviewing sentence structure. Vergil hoped that whatever was affecting her mood would stop soon.

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