#Vergil's off to kick someone's ass

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Deserve (Vergil x f!Reader)

Rating: 18+ (MDNI but not like that stopped you guys anyway)

Pairing: Vergil x f!Reader

Summary: You finally left your abusive ex for good over him cheating on you, but it's still weighing on you. Vergil finds out and decides to comfort you in the only way he really knows how to comfort another person.

CW: Cheating, implied abuse, slightly angsty, bit of hurt/comfort, comfort sex (kinda??), unprotected sex (DO NOT TRY AT HOME) oral (f!rieceiving), face-sitting, consent, begging (only if you squint), creampies, slight dom/sub dynamics (or it's not slight idrk), dom Vergil/sub Reader, praise, degradation (just a little sprinkling only if you squint i promise), slight edging (ok maybe not so slight aha), clothes-ripping, semi-monster sex, aftercare pet names used: darling, sweetheart, pretty girl, perfect girl, good girl, my love, mine

Word count: 4573 (i totally didn't get too into this fic, no i didn't)

Note: I don't even fucking know how I came up with this idea (guess I was scrolling through too much DMC Boys x Reader smut and shit but oh well I have zero regrets), but in my notebook it's literally 18 and a quarter pages long and I was up until 2am finishing it off because I couldn't sleep and then I tried to show my best friend my writing at some point but he couldn't read my handwriting and shit (2am writing ftw, I guess)—

Anyways, enjoy this...explosion of smut, because I'm kinda on a little bit of a fluff writing kick/writer's block thing rn and idk when I'm gonna write more soooooo

Also Cameron Grey's I Want It All is basically the vibe for this oneshot, I recommend listening to it on repeat as you read— 

Sitting on the couch at Devil May Cry, you force yourself to focus on the magazine print in front of you. It's after hours and everyone's gone home—except for you and Dante's twin, Vergil. 

Vergil's cold and intimidating presence makes you feel like a storm is approaching every time he's around. But that body, though...shit. Strong jawline, short and slicked back silvery-white hair, ice blue eyes, cherry lips, toned body, ass like it was sculpted by a fucking ethereal being...Something lights like fire low in the pit of your stomach, and you shift a bit on the couch, still trying to focus on the magazine. Footsteps sound from across the room, and as the familiar scent of storms, fresh-cut grass and sage permeates your senses, that warmth between your thighs transmutes to a light throbbing.

Vergil steps into the room and you drop your eyes to the magazine, deciding it better to ignore that feeling right now. It's always happened whenever he's around—even when you were dating your abusive ex, but you push that thought away and continue hyperfocusing on the page in front of you. You toss your feet up onto an arm of the couch, leaning your head and putting the magazine at a tilted angle in the air.

"Y/N."

You sit up a bit, dropping the magazine. Vergil's always had a cold and imperious vibe around everyone, so you have to admit you're surprised he bothers to know your name. "Shit, didn't notice you." you reply, lying and hoping he doesn't know you are. "What is it?"

He walks a bit closer to you, grabbing a chair—his usual plastic one (he has threatened murder if someone else so much breathes on it before, now that you think about it)—and sitting in it, setting the Yamato against one of its armrests and letting it lean against the white plastic. "What're you doing here so late? I'd have thought you'd be at home right now."

At the mention of home, your stomach churns with nausea—the week before, you'd moved your stuff out of the apartment you had shared with your ex, and you're still trying to find a new place to live. Dante—after you begrudgingly told him why you were looking for a new place to live—said you could stay in Devil May Cry for as long as you need. 

Vergil doesn't know, though. But something in you wants to tell him, so you take a breath in and say, "I'm...between homes right now. Dante said I could stay here for as long as I need, and it's a better option than the streets."

"Would you mind if I asked why you're between homes at the moment?" he asks you, and you hear his voice sound less...cold for a moment. "Uh...my abusive ex cheated and I was sharing an apartment with him. Couldn't stand to live there after all the shit he pulled."

Your eyes have been trained to your boots the whole time but you look up, but you look up at Vergil and see the ice blue eyes blazing—a surefire sign he might go Devil Trigger. And for some reason, that makes the throbbing between your thighs more apparent, and harder to ignore. You shift your weight on the couch, trying to do it subtly enough that he doesn't notice—but knowing how shitty your luck is, he does. Vergil raises an eyebrow at you, and you regret all your fucking life decisions. "Something wrong?" he asks.

Oh, nothing. Just the fact that you're somehow turning me the fuck on, you think to yourself before clearing your throat and replying with, "No."

"You're always clearing your throat before you speak a lie." he says, and your brow furrows. His voice imperceptibly softens at the next thing he says. "It's...cute, in a way."

You cough a bit, startled by his sudden statement. "What?"

"It is." Vergil leans forward in his chair, a little closer to the couch you're sitting on. "But I have to wonder...what is wrong?"

You shrug, resisting the urge to clear your throat again. "Wanted to shift my position on the couch—it was getting uncomfortable sitting in one position for that long."

"Hm." he replies, his ice blue eyes boring into yours, making that already noticeable throb between your thighs even more unbearable to hide. A taut tension blankets over the two of you, and your tongue swipes out to lick your lips. Vergil's eyes drop to your lips instantly, and that taut tension becomes even more taut, if that's possible.

You drop your gaze to the ground, but your eyes snag on a growing bulge tightening the black leather of his pants, which causes your mouth to go bone dry, causing you to lick your lips again. As quickly as you had noticed his cock growing harder through his pants, you drop your gaze to its intended destination—the floor—and try to forget you ever saw it. 

That taut tension between you and Vergil continues, neither of you talking. His gaze locked on your lips, yours locked on the ground—though seeing how his cock had strained against his pants is at the forefront of your mind, and that throbbing between your thighs becomes mildly painful. It's an effort not to wince, an effort to not press your hands so tightly together you might break a few bones. 

"Y/N." Vergil says, his voice a little lower and rougher than before, his breath hitting your ear. When the hell did he move?,  you wonder to yourself before realizing, Oh, wait. He's half-demon. 

"Yeah." you mutter as a form of response, since your mind's more focused on how close he is to you right now—the distance between your bodies only inches apart, which makes that throbbing between your thighs even worse. "Tell me what's wrong," he murmurs, his breath still hitting your ear as he uses one hand to tilt your chin up towards his face. "And tell me how to make it better."

Other than the fact that you're so turned on you almost can't see straight, something you'd never tell him even if your life depended on it, there's an...emptiness. Having dated your abusive ex for so long before you ended it because you'd found him with his face between the thighs of some girl you didn't recognize has left a bigger toll on you for the past week, more than you care to admit. "I was living with my abusive ex. A week ago, I caught him eating some other girl out, and I decided I wasn't taking the abuse anymore, so..."

Vergil's eyes flash slightly, and for a moment, you think he's going to go Devil Trigger, but he doesn't—only that kernel of demonic power lies in his eyes, a show of his rage. "I will fucking hunt him down and end him. Slowly," he says, voice taking on a slight and low snarling quality in his anger. And you don't know if you've ever heard him curse before, but the throbbing between your thighs intensifies when you hear it. "Did he hurt you?"

It takes you a moment to respond to that, unsure of how to do it for fear of what he's going to do, but you reply with, "Yes."

"He never fucking deserved you." he says matter of factly, his voice still taking on that slight, low snarling quality. "You're better off without him."

"I know." you sigh. "But abusers tend to manipulate their victims. And I hate how I agreed to move in with him a month into our relationship. Should've realized it was of him—"

Your words get cut off when Vergil straight up puts his mouth on yours. The kiss isn't exactly gentle, but there's a comforting quality to it behind all the pure want he's kissing you with. It takes you a second to kiss back, but once you do, you're lost in it. God, the feeling of Vergil's mouth pressing against your has been chasing your dreams for so long now, maybe even you first met him or your first day at Devil May Cry—your mind and body keep wanting more more more as that throbbing between your thighs starts to ache, causing you to let out an unbidden whine into his mouth. 

He pulls away again, and you almost whine again, hating the loss of contact as you resist the urge to rub your thighs together. His breath and yours are mingling, both of you panting slightly. "You have no fucking idea how I've wanted to do that." Vergil murmurs, voice rougher than usual. "No fucking idea of the things I want to do to you."

A breathless sound is your only reply, and the hand that isn't gripping your chin falls to your hip, and your back arches slightly as he kneads your skin through your shirt, "Let me touch you," he mumbles, burying his face into your neck and brushing his nose against your skin. "Just—let me touch you. Please." 

You're silent for a moment, and Vergil pulls back a tiny bit, making you realize he's letting you decide—letting you decide whether you want to go further or stop and forget this ever happened. He'll keep going only with a confirmation that you want this, and only if it's a yes you're sure about—he doesn't want you to be pressured. You swallow, and you see his eyes flick to the hollow of your throat, tracking the movement. "Okay." you say, pressing a hand to his chest, right above his heart. 

No sooner than the word leaves you, Vergil has his mouth right on the side of your neck, his hand dropping from your chin and going to your other hip—both hands kneading through your shirt now. You tilt your head back, a silent plea for him to keep going. A sound emerges from low in his throat—some kind of growl?—and he skims his mouth along your skin to the hollow of your throat, causing a chill of pleasure to go down your spine.

Vergil's mouth presses against the hollow of your throat, his hands still kneading your hips through your shirt, and your back arches into him, his hips settling between your thighs once you do—causing an unbidden whimper to leave your mouth. The feel of his cock, even with the barriers of his pants and yours, makes you see fucking stars. His tongue laves along the hollow of your throat, and you whimper louder this time, your senses narrowed to his tongue moving over your skin. Your head falls back even more, baring pretty much all your neck to him. 

"You taste so much better than I ever fucking dreamed you would." Vergil murmurs onto your skin, pulling on it with his teeth. You moan now, your hips uncontrollably grinding against his—eliciting a soft groan from him, and that sound only adds to the throbbing between your thighs and the desire sparking in your blood. He dips his head a bit, nibbling on more skin of your neck, and every singular throb between your thighs feels like fucking torture. Your hands are aching to touch him, aching to feel his bare skin, his mouth, his fingers, his cock...

You tentatively put your hands on Vergil's shoulders, kind of digging your nails in when he drags his teeth on your skin. His hands hook into the bottom hem of your shirt, and your breath hitches. "Can I take this off?" he murmurs against your neck, and you nod. But his hands don't move, leaving you to rub your thighs together in a need for friction and some impatience. "I need to hear you say it, darling. I need you to use your words, okay?"

You take a fractured breath in, forming  some words as you fight through the lust fogging your mind right now. "Fuck yes. Please, Vergil. Please." you mumble, so wet you might soak through your pants altogether. "Thank fuck..." he murmurs, moving one hand up to the neckline of your shirt before tugging and ripping the cotton and polyester fabric clean down the middle.

You gasp at the cool air hitting your upper half—now, your bra's the only barrier. Vergil pulls away from your neck, his eyes glazing over as he looks at your bare skin. "So fucking beautiful..." he says as his hands land back onto your hips, kneading your skin. You whine, so turned on it's hard to think of anything else. He dips his head down, teeth grazing one of the edges of your bra. 

Your hands go from digging your nails into his shoulders to tangling in his short and slicked back silvery-white hair—it's so fucking soft, and it's thicker than it looks. A low growl rumbles from deep in his throat, and his hands continue to knead into your hips, but hands feel more like claws now. "Please tell me I can keep going." His teeth still graze the edge of your bra. 

"Don't—don't stop." 

Vergil's head moves a bit to the middle of your bra, and you could've sworn his canines are now fangs as he rips your bra in two with just his teeth. Your breath stutters as your upper half is fully exposed now, the throbbing between your thighs becoming so painful that you whimper a bit. His hands leave your hips and rise to cup your now bare breasts, your breath almost stopping altogether when you see the reverence in his eyes and his body language. You feel like a fucking goddess under his scrutiny, and when his hands creep up a bit, those almost-claws drawing circles on your skin, making you into the touch as lightning bolts of pleasure spread from where he's touching you.

Your hips rolls of their own accord again, a fractured moan slipping from your mouth as you feel his cock growing harder against you. You can't think, can't form words, because of the overwhelming pressure going through you right now. Vergil groans as you do that, his head dipping and his tongue teasingly tracing one of your nipples. And fuck, that feeling...You cry out this time, breath so shallow you off-handedly wonder how the fuck you're getting oxygen. 

One of his hands goes from cupping your breast to hooking into the hem of your pants, but you don't focus on that as he flicks his tongue over your nipple again, taking it into his mouth, teeth grazing the slightest bit—

You cry out again, this time mixed in with a moan, and your hips buck into him, whimpering at the way he feels against you, even if there is the barrier of clothes. "That's it, pretty girl." Vergil murmurs against your breast. "It's me who makes you feel like this." 

A moan is your only reply. He moves a bit, straddling you slightly, every thought eddying from your mind as he rolls his hips against yours, but unlike when you had done it, it's purposeful. 

He's teasing.

Vergil raises his head to whisper into your ear, his lips grazing the shell of it and triggering a needy shudder that wracks your body. "If I were to rip these pants off of you right now, how wet would I find you, sweetheart?"

Fucking soaking. 

You can barely decipher his words through your lust-fogged haze, and every part  of you is screaming, more, more, more, but you manage to choke out, "Play later."

Your voice is breathless, the need in it so abundantly clear, but you're too lost in the pleasure to notice or even care. Vergil dips his head and kisses the skin beneath your ear, causing another needy shudder. A promise and an unleashing. "I will, perfect girl. I will. But we have a couple other things to take care of, do we not?"

Right. He still has all his clothes on. Slipping your hands from his hair, you put them on either side of his dark gray trench coat with bright turquoise coloring. "Can I take this off?" you ask, surprised at how you can function right now. A nod from Vergil. "Please."

You make quick work of his coat, fabric sighing as it drops to the floor, revealing arms that you never were so fucking toned. Amazed, you run your hands down his arms, the smooth skin and taut muscle feeling so good to touch. You hear his breath hitch and you smirk to yourself. "Y/N." he murmurs, and you know what he means—stop gawking and get to the point before he spontaneously combusts. Taking a breath in, you reply with a quiet "Okay" before unzipping the high neck of his armored black and dark slate gray tank top, revealing his bare chest to you. Just as his coat had, it falls to the floor behind him, the metal making a faint clinking sound. 

But you're too focused on greedily inventorying the fucking masterpiece that is Vergil's chest. Abs that look like they've been hewn from stone in a mountain's cliff face, pecs that aren't too big but are still hot as hell...your gaze snags on a thin dusting of white hair that disappears beneath his pants and a very defined V-line that flows beneath his pants like his happy trail does.

The only thing that leaves your mouth is a breathless "Fuck". You reach for the top of his pants, but his hand lightly catches your wrist—those almost-claws tickling your skin. "I want to taste you first." he says, his voice that low, lush growl that makes that throbbing between your thighs even more unbearable. "I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue."

You swallow as Vergil's other hand—the one hooked into the waistband of your pants—moves down, utilizing those almost-claws and shredding the fabric straight down the middle, like he did with your shirt. His hand lightly brushes the fabric of your panties now, nearly making your heart stop. 

"Turn around and spread your legs," he says quietly, his voice still having that growly quality—but also pure dominance. "And hold onto the back of the couch. You'll need it."

Sparks of more arousal rise in your blood as you hasten to do what Vergil tells you, and a satisfied hum from behind you has you knowing you did it right. "Good girl." he says, his hand hooking into the edge of your panties. Your breathing stutters at the praise, and you're sure he smirked at that reaction from you, even if you can't see his face. He doesn't move for a moment before asking, "Do you still want this? Because I don't think I'll be able to stop after—though I'll try my damndest to."

You ponder on it for a moment, the throbbing between your thighs growing as you do, before you reply with a simple, "Yes."

A low growl rumbles in Vergil's throat before you pulls on your panties hard enough to rip them off your frame, and your breath sharpens for a moment. "So fucking beautiful..." he murmurs, nudging your legs just a bit wider with his knee before sliding a finger inside your dripping pussy. Your hands tighten on the back of the couch, your knuckles going white as you bite on your tongue to keep from screaming in pleasure. 

Vergil adds a second finger, and your pussy walls clench around him, spasming at the pleasure of being filled as he picks up a pace, starting a sort of rhythm—pumping his fingers in and out, said fingers being knuckle-deep in you. You moan, hips rocking against his hand—

"That's it." he murmurs, his voice still having that low and growly tone to it. "Ride my hand, pretty girl."

And you do, your soft moans permeating the silence broken only by the squelching of his fingers pumping in and out. After an indeterminable amount of time, Vergil's fingers slip out of you, making an obscene sound between squelching and popping—but also eliciting a whine from you. You were so close, and he had to go and do that.

But that feeling of intense, world-shattering pleasure returns when he laps at you, tongue giving you short, teasing licks all the way up to your swollen clit. And when his mouth finds that sweet, sensitive bud between your legs, and sucks on it, your hands are gripping the back of the couch so hard that you might break a couple bones. You let out an involuntary scream, and Vergil's hand gently clamps over your mouth to muffle it. 

Then his fingers go back to where they were before, his tongue swirling in a figure eight as he sucks on your overly sensitive clit, and you're so, so fucking close—

But Vergil takes your clit out of his mouth for a moment, making you squirm. "I want you to do something for me," he says, voice hoarse, still having that dominating quality to it. "Sit on my face, darling." 

"W—What?" you stutter. While you'd be glad to do what he tells you, you've never...done what he's asking you to do. The hand Vergil had gently clamped over your mouth to muffle your scream drops to your jaw as he says, "Sit on my face, perfect girl. You can't do anything wrong."

You swallow, but his reassurance has you doing as he tells you to do, feeling a little out of your comfort zone, but doing it nonetheless. When Vergil taks your clit back into his mouth and his fingers fill you again, your hands ache and you moan your loudest so far—this position hits far deeper spots than the previous one did, even if it had hit pretty deep. 

A few more passes of his tongue and pumping of his fingers has your back arching, grinding against his face as you come, his name on your lips. Vergil laps up every last drop of your orgasm before releasing your clit with a groan and saying, "Your taste is going to drive me fucking insane." 

Too winded to even speak, your hands bracing the back of the couch are your only support. Vergil's hands lift your hips slightly—a way of supporting you, you realize—and he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh before murmuring against your skin, "You did so fucking good, sweetheart."

Your breath skips at the praise, and when your post-orgasmic bliss subsides, you mumble an incoherent reply. You hear a hum of contemplation from him and his hands knead your hips as he silently thinks something over. "Turn around and spread your legs again for me." he says. You obey almost instantly—which should be embarrassing, but you're too turned on to care—and you hear a snarl of approval behind you. Buttons being unbuttoned and zipper being undone sounds from behind you, followed by the whisper of leather dropping and boots clacking onto the floor. 

You're instantly wet and throbbing again after thinking about what's going to happen, your juices slicking down your thighs. You feel Vergil's hand grip your ass and squeeze it slightly as he asks, "Ready?"

A nearly incoherent "Please" slips from your mouth, and once it does, his cock slides inside you, all the way to the base. He's bigger—and wider—than you thought he'd be, and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to him. You breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.

Now, this isn't your first time having sex, but you haven't done it for a while, and this is Vergil we're talking about here, for fuck's sake. You feel his lips graze along your spine as he murmurs, "You're so fucking tight." 

After that comment, he pulls out near to the tip and slides back into the base, which is really easy considering how soaked you are, making a moan leave your mouth. "Mine," he grunts, sounding like he's close to DTing. "My beautiful whore, taking my cock so well."

The praise mixed with degradation should sting, but instead it stokes the flames of your need, and you moan again. "You like this, pretty girl?" Vergil asks as he kisses your spine again, thrusting in and out. "You like when I pound into your sweet little cunt with my cock?"

Another moan, louder this time, is your only reply—more, more, more, until he pumps you full of his cum—

For a few blissful moments, there's only him and his rough thrusts before he stops. Your brow furrows a bit. "Why'd you stop?"

Vergil doesn't say anything, he just grabs your hips and positions the both of you so that he's on his back and you're straddling him, his cock inches away from your entrance. You can see his face now, and has a bit of a self-confident smirk on his mouth. Even if you don't have sex much, you can tell what that means. You sink onto his cock—it's deeper this time, and your moan occurs at the same time as his groan. 

His hands knead into your hips as you brace your hands on his muscled chest, moving up and down in a rough rhythm, moaning whenever his cock deeply hits in a sweet spot. You keep going, lost in the pleasure, riding Vergil into oblivion until he lifts his hips and his cock hits a spot that makes you come and sees stars at the same time—you let out a sound between a moan and a scream at the sensation. His orgasm comes right up on the heels of yours, and he lets out a long, low groan as he cums deep inside you, and your inner walls clench, milking it out.

When he pulls out, there's a small whine from you, but you can feel his cum dripping from your pussy, along with the juices from your own orgasm. You sit there on top of him, still dazed from post-orgasmic bliss, taking in air. You off-handedly wonder where your clothes are before remembering Vergil quite literally ripping them off of you earlier. 

He seems to have seen something in your face, because he raises his head and kisses the tip of your nose. "You okay?" he asks you, and his checking in brings a small smile to your face. "Yeah...just wondering what I'm gonna do since you ripped all my clothes right off."

Vergil winces a bit. "Sorry, I just...I wanted you so bad that I wasn't thinking straight. I still want you."

"I know," you murmur drowsily. "I do too."

You get off him and let him put his clothes back on, for some reason expecting him to leave you here naked since he'd gotten what he wanted from you. Fabric is draped around your shoulders, and you see Vergil kneel in front of you, fully dressed now, doing seemingly hidden buttons to protect your dignity. He further surprises you by picking you up bridal style as if you weigh nothing. He then presses his mouth to yours—an offer you immediately accept by kissing back—before he pulls away just enough for his mouth to graze yours as he talks. "I'd do anything for you. Kill, steal, lie, cheat...you name it, I'll do it, because you deserve the fucking world, my love."

You smile and reply with, "Same goes for you."

Vergil laughs softly and kisses you again before grabbing the Yamato—mostly forgotten in your guys' frenzy—and holds it one hand as he bridal carries you to his room.

#vergil dmc #vergil smut #dmc smut #i regret nothing #i wrote most of this at 2am forgive my shitty wording #ashs bullshit

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Hello! May I please request Dante and Vergil (separately) taking care of their injured SO? Like reader got hurt on the mission and now have to stay in bed for some time, which they really hate. And that's where Sparda boys come to rescue!

Thanks ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

dante and vergil taking care of an injured s/o.

author’s note - i meant to post this weeks ago but finals got the best of me TvT. i hope you can still enjoy this!

cw: mentions of blood and bodily injury!

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“Seriously, I’m fine! It doesn’t even hurt that bad — DAMN!”

“Oh? I thought it didn’t hurt?” He chuckled with that dumb smirk that you were ready to smack off his face as he inspected your wounds.

“It could’ve been a lot worse than this, just kick back and let me take care of you, hon.”

You both just got home from a pretty exhausting mission, everything was almost going smoothly in the end until a demon got the brightest of ideas to attack you, definitely roughing you up as you fought back. It’s last moments alive was you emptying your clips into it while shouting every curse word known to man, putting expletives together that were so crude it was shocking, then Dante started to smell blood.

You tried to brush it off, saying it was just a scratch when Dante protested, wanting you off your feet so he could check the damage done.

He got you on the sofa as soon as you walked back into the shop, getting the first aid once he helped you out of your jacket.

You let out a deep sigh as he cleaned your wounds, letting out an occasional pained hiss when something definitely stung. But, you couldn’t help but feel. . really grateful when Dante was here to take such good care of you like this, so caring and protective, only wanting the best for you. As much of a goofball he was sometimes, under that surface, he was always worried sick for you. You loved him when he thought that he’d never find it, and he’d be damned if he lost you.

“At least nothing is broken, but you should still take it easy for a little while to be safe. Think of it as a nice stay-at-home vacation, you’ll get the full royal treatment.” He said with a grin as he finished patching you up, laying you down to rest on the sofa, your head in his lap as he sat with you.

“Royal treatment, my ass.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “If that’s the case, I might as well get a bell to ring so you can come to my every need.” You joked, sighing as you got comfortable.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll do that and more.” He chuckled, that grin growing wider as he bounced his eyebrows, making you laugh and weakly shove his face to the side at that stupid innuendo.

You loved this idiot. Although a bummer, the thought of just staying home to relax would be bette than you thought since you’ve been putting yourself to work more than usual. The bills wouldn’t pay themselves, but, as much as you hated it, staying home with your charming and caring boyfriend sounded like the dream.

【 V E R G I L 】

“Vergil, I promise it’s fine!”

“Lie still.”

During your mission, you ended up spraining your ankle and getting a few scratches and bruises while you fought off demons. You were trying to help out Vergil, it was so alarming how all those demons began to gang up on him. You thought you were going to lose him, you wanted to help and that’s what you did.

It felt so strange to Vergil still, despite how long you’ve been together and fought together at each other’s side. The thought of someone wanting to protect him, who was worried for his well being was something that he was still believing, but it felt. . good. Someone cared for him, loved him enough. He was just angry that he let himself get so distracted that you were hurt.

He basically demanded that you stayed in bed until you were better, wanting to look after you. He was able to get some swelling down, cleaning your cuts and holding an ice pack to your bruises.

“Vergil, you didn’t have to do all this y’know. I didn’t mean to make it a big deal.” You spoke softly, wincing as he dabbed rubbing alcohol against your last cut before placing a bandage over it.

“I want to. I shouldn’t have let myself lose concentration, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I were more aware.” He spoke, putting the rest of the materials back into the first aid kit. You didn’t know how long he was beating himself up over it but you could tell.

“It’s not your fault, I wasn’t being as careful as I thought I was. I got worried about you and. . I was scared that I was gonna lose you. I let my thoughts get the best of me.” You spoke softly, sighing as you held his hand, gently brushing your thumb against his knuckles.

“But, if I lost you. . I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. I never thought that I’d ever meet someone so caring and loving towards me, I didn’t think that I was capable of earning such a thing. I love you, my sweet sparrow, and I wouldn’t dare let anything else harm you ever again.” He spoke, bringing your hand to his lips.

You couldn’t even fathom how much you loved this man, you were so grateful to have him at your side. You didn’t bother protesting, and happily stayed in bed, putting his mind at ease as he took care of you, attending to your every need. He laid next to you, allowing you to rest against him as he read poetry to you.

You gave into his soothing voice, your eyes feeling heavy as you nuzzled into his shoulder and soon enough, you were sound asleep. Vergil looked down at you, a small smiling tugging at the corners of his lips as he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead.

“Sleep well, my sparrow.”

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You are currently one of my favorite DMC writers! I love re-reading your stuff because it always puts me in a good, comfy mood! I just adore how you portray casual intimacy, too. It just seems so gentle and natural. I also love your portrayal of the boys. They always feel like they have a depth and soul to them, which is amazing!

Thank you so much for sharing your gift and your creativity! While I'll always eagerly look forward to your next piece, know that your older works are still regarded fondly 💖

And here I am today, 2 a.m, Carnaval going hard in Brazil, sitting here and smiling stupidly while re-reading your message.

Thank you very very much, anon. From the bottom of my heart.

I've read your wonderful message the day you sent it, I think it was earlier this week - maybe Tuesday...? I couldn't answer it before, but it came right in a day when all hell broke loose in my home and this made me smile so much. It really felt like a safe port.

I'm not gonna get into too much detail because it's very personal - but, you know, family fights. Between all my mom's siblings, involving lawsuits and home evictions threats. I was just fucking fuming the whole week, and I almost put on my full Axl Rose attire and side of my personality to literally drop-kick and suplex some 6ft tall man built like a brick house because someone has to put some sense in his head.

I'm starting to sound like Nero

To top it all, this gave the opportunity for someone in my family who abused the hell out of me for more than 10 years to come back like a freakin' death omen.

I did end up going to therapy dressed up as Axl Rose for Carnaval, but it's so close to my usual style no one noticed it. I count as a life-win.

I still don't know what I'm feeling, (I talked to my therapist, don't worry) but that fucking threw me off everything. I don't know what to do about this, about this person, I'm scared and angry at the same time - and I got so SO overwhelmed, I had to get away from everything.

Social media, exercising, drawing, writing, reading, just living like a normal human being. The only thing I've been able to do is listening to music, because music has always been my safespace.

The only way I could explain how I'm feeling to my therapist, is a scene from a Julia Roberts movie, where she forged her own death to get away from her abusive husband, only to be found in the end by him and have him go like 'you're never going to get rid of me' and the fucking horror in her reaction - that's it. That's the feeling.

I have this dreadful feeling that I'm never gonna be rid of that, of all that abuse I want to leave in the past, until this person dies or I die.

Amidst all that, along came your message in my inbox. It felt like a ray of light in a dark stormy skies. A glimpse of hope that things can be better and that people are good. That I can have that experience as well.

Whenever I write about some more sensitive subjects, I hope it can be seen as a safespace for people - right now, for instance, my survival instincts that have always been alert have gone berserk, and the gods know how much I needed to feel safe enough to hug someone and ask for protection.

Vergil is ominously standing in the distance, staring back with the resolve of Achilles in the field of battle to get Hector's ass

I don't have that, but I can have it through fanfiction with characters, I think, would understand it. And I hope I can give the very same thing to other people who also don't have that sort of support and need to find it somewhere else.

I'm happy to know my writing has the good, comfy vibes I always try to convey! Despite the death, blood and dismemberment

And I wrote all of this so you can understand how thankful I am - and how much your kindness and nice words are so much needed in this world.

So, once again, thank you. Very very much.

#polaris speaks #polaris answers #answered asks #anon ask #asks #it feels weird #talking about feelings #but ya know it's good to do it #have to remember that #I'm also being very vague 'cause I'm scared as hell the person I'm talking about reads it #they don't know I have this blog #they don't know it's me #but I'm so not taking any chances #I am SO happy I never shared this with anyone in my family #anyway #I am very thankful for the kind words #this anon message really held me together this week #my little chaotic axl rose ass with anger management issues hahahaha #is very thankful and pleased while listening to chaotic music :)

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#5

Hello. Hi! Could I request some headcanons for Jason Todd and Dick Grayson and their sweet lovers struggling to take their thick cocks? Separately of course. Thank you so much! You're amazing!

You asked for headcanons, then I decided to do drabbles, and now they're oneshots...Oops. Enjoy, anon!

Word Count: 3,400

Warnings: Smut, oral, fingering, fem!reader

Headers by the incredible @actuallysaiyan

It’s been an uncharacteristically quiet night in Gotham. His patrol has been boring, and he’s entertained himself with thoughts of you. You’ve been seeing each other for a while, but things just haven’t progressed past fooling around…Yet. Jason is definitely hoping to change that. It’s about 2 AM when he decides to call it a night, and he heads to your place.

He crawls through your apartment window and finds you on your sofa. One of the things he’s always liked about you is how much of a night owl you are. As soon as he’s next to you, he’s pulling you onto his lap. You help him out of his helmet before setting it on the side table. Instantly, Jason’s lips are crashing against yours. His hands move slowly down your back before settling on your ass, and he pushes you to grind against him. A quiet gasp leaves you when you feel how thick and long he is through his leather pants. Your panties grow wetter and you start grinding against him with a bit more pressure, the friction against your clothed clit sends shivers up your spine. Jason lets you grind on his lap until he can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, baby, I need you,” his voice is a hoarse whisper against your lips. “Thought about you all night.”

“I want you, Jay,” your cheeks flush.

Jason is a little rough as he stands up with you in his arms. He takes you to the bedroom, articles of clothing are randomly discarded throughout your apartment. By the time he finally lays you down on the bed, you’re only wearing your panties and he’s only in his pants.

“So gorgeous,” he says as he kicks off his boots and starts on the buckle of his belt.

He’s in such a hurry to rid himself of his clothes he stumbles over his pants as he tries to kick them off. You giggle as his hands brace against the bed.

“Someone is eager,” you tease him softly.

“You have no idea, baby.”

He finally wins the battle between his ankles and pants then crawls over you, leaving soft kisses and bites in his wake. His hands tug and knead against every inch of skin he can. Your thighs, hips, then eventually your tits. Your hands move over his back. Your gentle fingertips trace over the scars on littering his skin.

He drags a thick finger over your clothed slit, groaning when he feels how wet you already are. He pushes your panties aside to tease your entrance, slowly letting his finger dip into you. Your walls clench around his knuckles, and he’s already dizzy just thinking about being inside of you. He pumps his finger into you a few times, opening you up enough for a second finger to slip into you. You moan when his fingers brush against your sweet spot. Your thighs close around his hand, but he’s quick to push them apart with his long legs. He sits upon his knees to watch your pretty pussy stretch around his fingers. His cock twitches at the sight.

“You think your little pussy can handle me?” he asks with a smug smirk.

You’re already panting as your eyes wander over the muscular form of your lover before settling on the tent in his boxers. He sees your skin going flushed, and he can feel you quivering around his fingers with excitement.

“Didn’t I ask you a question, princess?” he pulls your attention back to his face, his mouth still curved in a playful smirk. “I expect you to answer me when I ask you something.”

“I want it, please.”

“Hm, not very clear. What do you want, princess?”

“I want you, Jason,” you swallow hard. “I want your cock.”

“Good girl.”

You whimper when his fingers pull out of you suddenly. His fingers hook around the waistband of your panties before slowly pulling them off. He tosses them over his shoulder before moving to remove his own boxers. Your mouth waters when his thick cock slaps against his abs when it's finally free from the confines of his boxers. He winks playfully as he strokes himself, teasing out more precum that drips down the tip onto his knuckles.

“You like what you see, princess?”

“Yes,” you sit up and reach for him.

He moves his hand so you can touch him. Your fingertips barely meet as they wrap around him. You lick and suck at the head of his cock as you stroke his shaft. Your other hand slips between your thighs to tease your aching clit. His eyes flutter closed and soft curses leave his lips.

“Baby,” he groans. “I need to be inside of you.”

He gently pulls you away before laying you back on the bed. He spreads your thighs wide and slots himself between them. He grasps his cock to drag the head between your soaked folds, spreading your juices over his length. His name leaves your lips, and he hopes soon he’ll have you screaming it.

Green eyes fix to your pussy as he slowly slides into you. He watches you stretch around him, at first opening up easily but soon he feels the slightest bit of resistance. He only manages to get about halfway into you before your nails are digging into his arm and you’re whimpering.

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448 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

#4

Warnings: smut, mentions of DT, the sparda boys are in heat, fem!reader

The Sons of Sparda go into heat, and this how they deal with it.

Dante 

Dante in heat is something else. He literally can not keep his hands off of you. 

Even if you do manage to get a moment not pressed into his mattress (good luck lol) he’s following you around like a lost puppy. 

He’s so needy, and he tries so hard to be loving but sometimes he loses control. 

“You smell so damn good,” he whines as he pulls you close. His cock is rock hard as he presses against your ass. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and you’re very aware of him taking in greedy breaths to inhale your scent. You’d managed to talk your way into a brief reprieve so you could get something to eat, but Dante has been hot on your trail the whole time. His large, strong hands knead and grab at you every chance he gets. 

“Dante,” you sigh as your uneaten food stares at you from the counter. “Just one minute, please. I’ll inhale this, I swear.” 

Dante whines and presses closer to you. His hands soothe up your shirt and he’s kneading at your tits before you have a chance to stop him. He ruts against your ass again, a needy growl vibrates through his chest. 

“I’ll be fast too,” he chuckles. “Then, you can eat.” 

“You’re impossible,” you groan. 

You turn around in his arms, accepting his deal. Your food still sits on the counter hours later. 

Vergil

Vergil tries to hide that he’s in heat. It’s the one weakness he’s found to being a devil. 

He tries to play off the fact that he’s constantly in the same space as you as a coincidence. Hoping you don’t notice the way he’s trying his hardest to be as close to you as he can be. 

When he finally breaks down, he goes absolutely feral. 

Vergil is buried to the hilt. His cock is already throbbing, but he’s only just managed to bully his way inside of you. A soft curse falls from his lips and you have to think over his words to make sure that you heard him correctly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you ask as your fingers brush through his now ruffled hair. He purrs from the touch, but is soon embarrassed by hiw own neediness. He nuzzles his face against the curve of your neck. 

“I didn’t want you to know how weak I am,” he whispers. “I needed you so badly.” 

Your fingers soothe through his hair again before running down his back. Vergil has never been easy to love. He has such difficult accepting your kindness. Deep down he lives in constant fear that you’re only with him out of pity. His breeding cycle would be just another burden you bear because of your determination to show him that life is worth living even if every waking moment isn’t dedicated to the pursuit of strength. 

“I’m here,” you whisper between soft kisses. “We can get through this together.” 

Vergil clings to you as he begins his frantic pace. 

Nero

Nero doesn’t even truly understand why his cock is stubbornly hard no matter how much he jerks himself off. 

All he can think about is filling you up with his seed. He even feels his skin prickle like he wants to trigger when he thinks about it. 

He begrudgingly calls Dante for advice when he starts to put together that this is connected to his heritage. 

    “Just a little more, baby,” he growls as he begins thrusting again. He’s lying and you both know it. He could keep you like this all night. You’re pinned against his mattress with your legs pushed to your chest. You’d barely had time to come down from the last round. Desperate whines leave you as your walls flutter around his cock. 

    “You’re doing so good,” he mutters as he kisses you softly. “Making me feel so good.” 

Your fingers tangle in his hair and your head falls back against the pillows. A layer of sweat coats your body from the heat eminating off his skin. You can’t remember how many times he’s made you cum at this point. The only hint is the growing wet spot on the sheets, well what remains of them. 

“I love you so much,” Nero groans as he keeps driving his cock into you at a dizzying pace.

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#3

Can I request some Saiyan oral sex(receiving or giving, dealers choice)headcanons 🤤 or just some guys from DBZ? Vegeta, Goku...Yamcha and Gohan? Maybe even Trunks? Thanks!

How about giving AND receiving? 😈

nasty stuff™️ under the cut

Vegeta

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753 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#2

will you still love me tomorrow?

Cloud Strife x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,290

Summary: Cloud and Y/N have been friends for a while, but there is a yearning that makes their friendship cross the line at times. Cloud has an idea to relieve their sexual tension without going too far that doesn't exactly go as planned.

Warnings: smut, excessive use of "just the tip" trope, thigh riding, unprotected sex, may be a bit ooc

A/N: MY FIRST CLOUD FIC!!! WOO!

Sometimes being around Cloud is unbearable. The two of you had agreed long ago not to complicate things by acting on your feelings. With so many mutual friends and living in uncertain times, it just seemed best to preserve the friendship, even though at times the two of you couldn’t help showing weakness. Lingering touches happen more often than they should for two people who are “just friends”. In shared spaces, Cloud makes it a habit to place things a little too high for you to reach so he has an excuse to press his palm against your back as he leans up to grab whatever item required your attention. He screws lids on too tight so you’d ask him for help with that cute little pleading look on your face. 

At times it wasn’t so innocent. Heated makeout sessions tucked away in a dark alleyway usually end with the two of you blushing, clearing your throats, and then hastily going your separate ways. Sometimes it was easy to pretend it had never happened, but other times you find yourselves avoiding each other for a few days afterward. Your friendship always seems to recover in no small part due to the burning desire that pulls you back together at every turn. 

The last time it happened, though something was different. You almost went too far, past the point of just kissing. Cloud was worked up after an argument with Barrett over something trivial. Most of their arguments are trivial, but they know how to get under one another’s skin like no other. You’d followed Cloud outside to help him calm down. Your hand rested on his shoulder and you let him pout in silence. You’d thought that was the end of it until he suddenly had you against the wall, soft lips pressed furiously against yours. It was different this time. There was a frenzied need fuelling each kiss. He pushed you against the wall, caging you in with his strong chest against yours. His thigh pressed between yours, and you found yourself grinding against it for relief. Cloud didn’t let you pull away from the kiss to utter an apology. He kept his tongue shoved in your mouth, exploring your warm velvet tongue. 

You whimper when his hands grip your waist and he begins guiding you to keep up your grinding. The warmth in your core spread through your stomach all the way to the tips of your fingers that were tangled in his blond hair. When he finally pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, you were panting. 

“Cloud, if we don’t stop…I’m gonna-” 

He’d cut you off with another sloppy kiss that he kept up until you were trembling in his arms as your orgasm shook through you. As shame-filled you up, you’d found the strength to push him away. Somehow it felt like you’d taken things too far this time. Tifa would be upset if she knew what you’d done. She’d feel betrayed as you knew deep down she was waiting for the day Cloud would want to be with her, and to be honest you expected the day to come as well. 

After that, you ignored Cloud for longer than you ever had. Your cheeks would burn every time he’d look at you, and when he entered a room you were very quickly searching for a reason to leave as soon as you could. He didn’t understand what he’d done wrong. It was unbearable to see you avoiding his attention, and not knowing if you’d ever slip back into your friendship or not. 

He’s in his room tossing and turning on the creaky bed. He’s trying to stop himself from thinking about you. His mind keeps wandering to you, wondering if you’re across the hall in your room thinking of him. He thinks he might be going crazy again then suddenly he hears a soft rasp on his door. He tries to ignore it, but then your little voice accompanies you. 

“Cloud, are you asleep?” 

He sighs softly when he hears the door open. Yous stand in the doorway in your tattered robe. Your hands are balled up nervously at your sides, and your shoulders are a little slumped. Like you’re trying to make yourself as small as possible. 

“Can I come in?” you ask weakly. 

“Sure,” Cloud sits up on the bed and watches you cross the room. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” 

Cloud’s brows furrow, “What’s wrong?” 

You sit down on the bed beside him, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

His breath hitches at your admission, and he reaches out to drag his knuckles over your arm. You want to lean into the touch but you pull away instead. He huffs but lets his hand fall limply to the side. 

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “About what happened. I just don’t know what to do anymore.” 

When you look at him, you feel yourself falling into the well of his Mako eyes. You lean forward despite the feeling in your gut that you shouldn’t. Cloud stops just when your nose brushes against his. 

“Don’t pull away if I kiss you,” he says. 

“I won’t.” 

As soon he kisses you, it feels like fireworks erupt in your stomach. Your hands curl through his soft hair, pulling him closer so your tongue can slip between his soft lips. He moans softly, only spurring you on to shove your tongue a little deeper. It pushes past his teeth to rub against his tongue. 

Everything between the first kiss and him having you pushed onto your back is a blur. His mouth is on your neck, biting and sucking the sensitive spots he’s come to know so well in your stolen moments. His hips grind against you, making warmth pool in your panties. Your thighs tighten around his waist. 

“I want you,” his whisper is hot on your ear. 

“We shouldn’t,” you mutter. You know deep down you only mean it halfway. 

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My #1 post of 2022

A/N: These were not at all requested, I just wanted to try a new format and I needed to take a little break from my 1k event!

Warnings: fem!reader, light daddy kink (in Jiraiya's section), smut, oral sex

How Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, and Naruto fuck you after a long absence. W/ BONUS Jiraiya for @actuallysaiyan

Kakashi

The longer Kakashi is away from you the needier he becomes.

Definitely uses reading Icha Icha as a coping mechanism. 

When he is finally with you again, he is absolutely insatiable. 

“Just one more time, princess. I know you can take it,” Kakashi coos as he slips his cock into you for the third round of the evening.

You’d been just as eager for the first round. After not seeing Kakashi for weeks that seemed to stretch into eternity you’d been almost frantic to pull him into your apartment and have his hands all over your body.  Now you’re whining as he picks up a slow pace, his long cock easily brushing against your abused sweetspot. 

“‘Kashi, I can’t,” you whine. 

He’s already buried to the hilt and his face is pressed against your warm chest. There’s no stopping him now, but truthfully you don’t want him to. You’d let Kakashi fuck you until you can’t hold onto conciousness anymore if that’s what it would take to please him. Kakashi knows he’s pushed you past your limit, so he’s gentle this time. Soft praises falls from his lips as he makes love to you for the rest of the night. 

Itachi

Itachi hides his longing for you. You’re his only weakness, but dammit if someone had the chance to exploit it he’d be ruined. 

When he first arrives back to the hideout, he acts cold and cordial. 

Things switch as soon as he’s alone with you. The first thing he wants to do is taste you. 

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?” his hot breath hits your swollen clit. You can’t even form a coherent sentence anymore. An eager nod and a soft whine is all you can manage. It’s enough to earn you the rare sound of his soft chuckle before he leans in to drag his tongue between your folds. His sharingan flashes in the low light as he watches your face. 

“I missed you so much,” you whine as he sucks on your clit. 

“Hm, missed you too,” he mutters. 

His hands grip onto your trembling thighs. He can feel the muscles tightening as you get close again. He could stay like this all night. It’s your taste he dreams of when he’s away from you. He lives for these moments when he has you weak for just his mouth. He drinks your juices like it’s coveted nectar. 

Then again, Itachi has always had a sweet tooth. 

Naruto

Naruto makes 0 attempts to play it cool when he comes back from a long mission. He missed you like crazy and its everyone’s problem. 

You have to beg him to take you home instead of just pulling you into the nearest semi-empty place he can find. 

Naruto is all over you the second you finally give him permission. 

    “Missed you so bad,” Naruto groans as he thrusts hard into you again. “So fucking bad.” 

    He’s not taking it easy on you at all, but you’ve come to expect that by now. Naruto is a handful on the best of days, but sexual frustration nearly drives him insane. His pace is frantic. Every moan is punctuated with the squelching of your wet cunt. His skin slaps against yours. 

    You have to give him credit because at least this time you made it into the apartment instead of Naruto practically undressing you in the hallway. Barely. If it had taken you a second more to unlock the door, he would’ve been pressing you against it to take you from behind. Instead you’re at least bent over the arm of the couch in the privacy of your own home. 

    “I fucking love you,” Naruto growls. 

Sasuke

He absolutely refuses to admit he misses you, even to himself. 

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2,636 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

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[much-obliged-timothy]

Idk if we're allowed to send you prompts that we came up with, but maybe Vergil being protective over younger (~dmc 4 age or younger) Nero with Dante around, too, if you want, and the line "you scared me" but feel free to ignore this if not interested!! Love all your stuff

You can always send prompts you come up with!! I hope this works for you!

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Vergil had faced all sorts of horrors. 

Little frightened him. He’d spent his life claiming power to best the greatest of foes. 

But he had not been prepared for a teenager.

“Nero, dammit, you’re going to get yourself killed!” Vergil snapped as Nero swung at the demon he was facing. 

Nero ignored Vergil and continued to hack away at the demon. Dante laughed next to Vergil.

“Kid’s got guts,” he said. 

“They’ll be spilling out of him at this rate,” Vergil said in irritation. 

“Nah, he’s doing fine,” Dante said. “Besides, it was your idea to take him to a demon-infested forest for training, Vergil.”

It was an idea Vergil was quickly regretting. Nero was skilled, but he was cocky. He’d been doing fine with his training until he and Dante made a bet about who could kill more demons. Now that he was losing, his ego had him fighting harder and more recklessly. 

“This is your fault,” Vergil informed Dante. “I had the boy actually training until you had to be childish.” 

“Aw, he’s just a kid. Let him have some fun. And get his ass kicked by me in the process,” Dante said. He called out, “Still behind by twelve, kid!”

Nero stuck his middle finger up high in the air before charging after another demon.

Vergil crossed his arms and leaned back against a tree. He’d abandoned his attempts to correct Nero’s form. Nero wasn’t listening to him anymore, too focused on beating Dante. 

“Is someone jealous?” Dante taunted.

“Jealous? I’m annoyed. You’re ruining his focus,” Vergil said.

“You know he was bored doing it your way. Look how into it he is doing it my way,” Dante said, gesturing to Nero’s enthusiastic attacks. 

“He doesn’t need to have fun. He needs to be focused. Having fun won’t help him if he comes up against an enemy stronger than him,” Vergil said.

“Vergil, he’s a teenager. Give him the chance to have a little fun. Just because we didn’t get to, doesn’t mean he should be screwed out of it,” Dante said. 

Vergil just glared and returned to watching Nero. Nero look like he was having fun.

Vergil pushed the thought away. Vergil had been having fun when he was eight years old, and it hadn’t saved him when the attack hit. Power was the only thing that would keep Nero safe in this world. 

Still, Vergil didn’t step in and stop Nero. He supposed it wouldn’t be so bad to let him unwind just a bit before tightening up his training. Tomorrow, they wouldn’t bring Dante along.

The ground began to shake beneath them.

Vergil caught his balance on the tree, attention snapping to Nero. Nero was fighting for balance and trying to fend off the demon he’d been battling against. He looked confused and surprised, but not all that concerned.

Until the ground next to him burst open.

The force of the explosion sent Nero up and spiraling through the air, on a trajectory to crash into a tree. Vergil moved quickly, getting his arms around Nero and shielding him from the blow just before it came. 

“Thanks,” Nero grumbled as Vergil set him on the ground. “What is that thing?”

A demon had come out of the hole in the ground, already engaging with Dante. Vergil sighed in annoyance.

“They must burrow and grow to that size,” Vergil said, grabbing the Yamato. “Stay here while we take care of it.”

“But I-”

“Nero, stay here,” Vergil repeated firmly. “It’s stronger than you.”

“Like hell!” Nero argued, but Vergil was already off to fight it. 

It was a mature version of the smaller demons Nero had been fighting. It would be no match for Vergil and Dante, but Vergil could see the poisonous barbs on its tail. It would be too fast for Nero to safely dodge those barbs consistently. 

“Kid okay?” Dante asked.

“He’s fine,” Vergil said, slashing at the demon. “I told him to wait there.”

“And you…just thought he’d listen to you? Nero?” Dante said in disbelief. 

“He’s-” Vergil started.

“He’s already fighting,” Dante said, pointing at where Nero had leapt onto the demon’s back. “Why do I know your son better than you do?”

Vergil no longer knew whether to attack the demon or the child. He settled for letting his rage out on the demon, shifting around to better watch Nero’s back. Fucking teenagers.

Nero must’ve hit a sensitive spot, because the demon suddenly roared and began to thrash. It managed to catch Nero in its claws, whipping the boy against a tree with so much force that the tree bent back. Nero hit the ground hard, unable to dodge before the demon thrashed a claw down on him. 

It lifted its tail, whipping the barbs at Nero. Vergil took one look at his bloodied, dazed son, and exploded into action.

He did not remember entering his devil trigger form. He did not remember moving from one spot to the next. 

But there he was, in his strongest form and gripping the demon’s tail, holding it just inches from Nero. The demon roared, and Vergil gave a burst of strength, forcing the tail up so one of the barbs hit the demon in its eye. It howled in agony, but Vergil was relentless.

That barb would’ve killed Nero. Slowly and painfully, the poison would’ve spread and killed him. He was reckless and infuriating, but he was just a child. 

The demon crashed onto its back from the power of Vergil’s next blow. He took the Yamato and plunged it fiercely into the creature until it stopped moving.

He hit the ground back in his normal form, trying to catch his breath. He turned and saw Dante helping Nero up.

He approached them, shoving Dante aside and gripping Nero’s shoulders. “I told you not to fight it!”

“I’m not weak!” Nero argued. He wouldn’t meet Vergil’s eyes. 

“You are! That’s why we’re training!”

“Fuck you!” Nero shoved at him, but Vergil refused to lose ground. “I am not weak. I’ve been working my ass off on your training. Maybe that’ll never be good enough for you. Maybe I’ll never be good enough for you. But I am not weak!”

There was fury and pain in his voice, and it drove the same reaction in Vergil. He gripped Nero’s shoulders tighter, his mind flashing an image of that tail whipping at Nero’s prone form. He opened his mouth to tell Nero to stop being so damn childish and careless.

“You scared me!”

It wasn’t what was supposed to come out. Nero looked at him in surprise.

Vergil felt mortified, but he forced his emotions down. “You are not strong enough to take on demons like that. Let me fix that. Stop resisting my training and my advice.”

Nero dropped his gaze again. He was scowling, but his shoulders had sagged a little under Vergil’s grip.

“I’m hungry. Let’s go get pizza. We’ll come back tomorrow,” he said, wiping blood from his cheek. 

“Yes. Tomorrow,” Vergil said. Nero was not rejecting his help; he’d take it as a victory. 

“What a touching father-son moment!” Dante said.

“Dante is not coming tomorrow,” Vergil informed Nero.

“Fine. If it’ll keep you from bitching,” Nero said. 

Dante gave them both an offended look. They ignored it.

“Let me check your injuries before we go,” Vergil said.

“I’m fine. It’s just some bruises and scratches,” Nero said, pushing Vergil’s hands away. “I’m just…I’m not weak. You don’t have to be so worried about me all the time.”

Worried? No, that wasn’t- 

That wasn’t it. Was it? Could it be?

“Let me check,” Vergil repeated, stern this time.

“Fine,” Nero said, slouching against a tree and holding his arms out for inspection. 

Vergil wasn’t satisfied until he’d ensured Nero had no serious injuries. He walked behind Nero as they headed out of the forest, on alert for any signs of danger.

Dante dropped back next to him. “There’s a term for this. Protective parent? Helicopter parent? I’m debating which one is more fitting.”

“I will stab you,” Vergil informed him. 

“It’s not a bad thing to love your son, Vergil,” Dante said, and stepped back up to Nero, teasing him about something. 

Nero was so young and inexperienced. He was still growing, still gaining the necessary strength. He was in danger every time he was in a battle, because a single mistake could cost him his life. 

It wasn’t an overreaction to worry a little, was it?

Vergil felt annoyed by the thoughts in his head. Yes, he’d put himself between the demon and Nero. But he was stronger. It made sense that he would have to protect Nero. It wasn’t a big deal. It was the-

It was the same thing his mother would’ve done. Because she loved her sons. 

“Definitely not coming tomorrow,” Vergil muttered, glaring at Dante’s back and keeping his newest revelation firmly to himself.

#answered prompt #devil may cry #dmc nero #dmc dante #dmc vergil #my wriring

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Qianna: Character Rambling

Been thinking about this lady more and more for a while since I’ve been utterly obsessed with Devil May Cry (that teenage fangirlism hit back hard when I poked at DMC5 lmao), which is where she’s found a home in when it comes to day-dreaming. xD

As of now Qianna (sometimes also referred to as Qiqi [Kiki]) is a witch and devil hunter that had her soul forcefully infused with demon souls when she was a teen. This allows her to freely use magic without needing some sort of medium, rituals, or deals/contracts with demons. However, she has to continue to consume demon souls in order to continue using her magic because utilizing her abilities burns through the souls. Kinda basing my logic on the idea in Visions of V that an unhosted demon soul would die and disappear (thus why Griffon wanted to establish a contract with V). In Qiqi’s case, since the demons in question didn’t agree to use her as a host, their souls are kind of in a limbo while she holds onto them; they got a longer shelf-life than normal, but they do decay over time, especially when magic is being used.

Oh, also~ some of the magical abilities she is able to use depends on the specific type of demon soul she’s burning through, and they have special physical manifestations connected to that too. So like…if she’s using the soul of a Green Empusa, she’d be able to do things like healing and sustained hovering (maybe have green transparent wings or something), or a Riot soul would create claw gauntlets over her own arms and hands. It’d look pretty similar to Nero’s wings/arm things when he’s not in full DT mode. :3c I’m sure that means nothing.

Qianna isn’t…thrilled with this ability. Her mother forced it on her when she was young, thinking it’d be a good way for Qianna to have a fighting chance against the demons and other enemies that tend to harass their family line. Qiqi and her mother come from a long line of psychics and hunters that have been a thorn in many-a-paranormal-entity’s side. However the soul infusion shit just ends up making Qianna an even bigger target (all that demonic energy just attracts more to her).

I’m not yet sure how she and Vergil meet when they’re teenagers. One idea I had was Vergil sought her mother out for information or a way to hide his energy from demons that hunt him or soooomethiiiing? This part is fuzzy ‘cause I still am trying to get an idea of what the heck Vergil was doing from when his family was attacked to visiting Fortuna and DMC3 events. If someone wants to tell me any factoids I haven’t found out yet about Vergil’s childhood/teen years, feel free to ramble about it to me, or give me a heads up that it’s all just up to fan speculation at this point.

But anyway! Qianna isn’t a ball of sunshine, but she is a wise-ass (would she fit into the DMC universe if she wasn’t? lmao), so they get along about as well as you’d expect at first. Vergil spends a decent amount of time around her (he comes and goes like a stray cat) and, in his own dumbass stoic way, warms up to her presence. Their bond fully kicks off though when Vergil happens to drop by when Qianna’s mother is performing the spell to merge Qiqi’s soul with several demons’. Unfortunately, he shows up too late to force a stop to the ritual (once it starts, it’s too dangerous to the target of the spell to stop it), but once it’s done, he’s quick to step in and take Qianna away from her mother while she recovers from the traumatic (and incredibly painful) event. At this point in his life, Vergil still believes that Eva abandoned him to die, so seeing a mother basically torture her own child to near death lit a bit of a fire under his ass.

Once she fully recovers, she tentatively asks Vergil if she can stick with him, at least until she has a more competent grasp on her new abilities to look out for herself (‘cause oof…she is Rough at first lmao). They’re not exactly Supah Besties at this point, so she’s not quite sure how he’ll respond to her request; deep down she’s mostly just afraid of being on her own. Vergil ends up agreeing though, and they end up sticking together even after her skills increase (causevergildoesn’tlikebeingaloneeither).

Naturally, they become much closer as they travel together. Vergil learns to appreciate the bit of levity Qianna brings to his daily life; she never manages to get him to full-out laugh or anything, but she can bully a smile out of him from time to time. Qiqi manages to sneak her way into being the one person Vergil intrinsically trusts to watch his back (the fact that she’s plenty competent in a fight along with being so handy with spells [and seal-breaking in particular] helped a lot in his growing tolerance of her). But haha that doesn’t last.

Now, the reasons why Vergil was in Fortuna and WHEN he’s there seem pretty fuzzy. It’d make so much sense of Arkham’s mansion (and therefore the library that Vergil peruses when they first meet) to be in Sparda Cult Land, but…alas, that doesn’t seem to be the case as far as canon is concerned. So I kinda do an ass pull on why Qianna and Vergil meet up in Fortuna. I’d say they meet Arkham in all his icky glory, Qianna doesn’t trust Arkham at all and wants nothing to do with the man, period. However Vergil is more open to using Arkham for his own gains. So maybe Qiqi suggests they at least cover their asses and do some of their own research into the Temen-ni-gru to see if Arkham is actually on to something or completely full of shit. She goes to ahead on to Fortuna on her own since I imagine it’s like…The Place for information about Sparda and Vergil meets up with her there. (Yeah! I’m ignoring random Fortuna girl swooning over our favorite weeb lmao. Any girl can and probably has done that, she ain’t special bahaha. Qianna probably sees it go down and makes fun of Vergil for being such a lady killer IDK.)

Anyway, she probably finds some sort of information about Temen-ni-gru, and they end up sticking around to look into the Order because hey they’re weird and worth oogling. Annnnd obviously this is where they end up conceiving Nero. I imagine Qianna and Vergil have already had sex several times prior to Fortuna (I mean…they’re a pair of good looking teenagers…hormones a-raging and all xD), so it ain’t nothing special, just study break things lmao. They leave Fortuna together and return to Arkham’s mansion, and this is about where shit falls apart. I wouldn’t put it by Arkham to gaslight Vergil into pushing Qianna away (“she’s a weak human and she makes you weak blahblahblah”). Qianna still isn’t buying Arkham’s whole story and I’m sure the clown knows it, so better to get her the fuck out before she can ruin his plans by talking sense into Vergil.

So yeah, the last time Vergil and Qianna see each other until decades later they have a nasty fight and Qiqi gets kicked to the curb with a pretty much shattered heart. We love the angst bahah.

She ends up returning to Fortuna after she finds out she’s pregnant, finding the town safer for her to have the baby since the Order exists and keeps demons at bay pretty well at this point in time. Her powers still attract demons, and she has no one else to turn to for help at this point in her life, so Fortuna is the best option for her to be in a vulnerable state. She opts to have Nero even after the bad break off from Vergil because dammit if she still doesn’t have Feelings for the asshole. Qianna originally planned to keep and raise Nero, but after he was born, she fully realized just how ill-prepared she was to not only take care of a baby, but keep them both safe from demons and other unsavory types. Reluctantly, she decides to hand him over to an orphanage in Fortuna. She does drop by the town once in a blue moon to discreetly check on Nero as he grows, but keeps her distance.

Qianna is a Youpla Dolls Alize Lupita in chocolate skin.

#singull talks OCs #my oc: qianna #dmc oc #devil may cry oc #nero’s mom #dmc nero’s mom

[sachikokuroichi]

Sharing is caring, isn't it? - A Dante/Vergil, Dante/Nero, Dante/Vergil/Nero- FF

Chapter 1: Declaration of War and the first Date

Dante’s day started like any other if he was honest with himself. Lady had kicked him out of bed way too early because she had some annoying mission for him. He wanted to refuse, like always, but Lady was some scary woman and he really didn't want to get castrated by her someday. Maybe his dick would come in handy sometime in the future.

Dante sighed as he was sitting in his car and on the way to this little nameless town.

Hopefully this is going to be some easy mission.

It didn't took him too long to get there, but something was off. Dante parked the car and wandered the streets, looking for citizens. Who would give them a mission if nobody lived here? Dante groaned. Of course this shitty mission had to be complicated, not even once had one of Ladys missions been easy. He should've known better.

Hours later the demon hunter was covered in blood, most of it not even his this time, and he considered his mission as done. The demon horde slaughtered, as well as the whole population of this unfortunate city, he made his way back to his car. Lucky for him that he had parked it in some safe distance.

"Finally home." Dante sighed, actually exhausted and in need of a long shower. Too bad that there were two guys waiting for him. And currently trying to chop each other’s heads off while doing so.

"He's mine, you fucking prick!"

Nero growling at someone was the first thing Dante heard when he opened the door.

"What should he want with some brat like you?" A cold voice echoed through the air, made Dante shiver, even though he couldn't believe to actually hear this voice.

He opened the door completely and entered the shop.

"Nero ... Vergil... what are you two doing here?" He asked confused, while looking at them, weapons drawn and ready to kill each other.

Nero was aiming Blue Rose at his head and Vergil had summoned a bunch of his spiritual swords that circled around Neros head.

"I just came here to visit you. To ask you something. But this asshat here had to insult me the moment I came in. Who is he, Dante?", the young part-demon answered his question.

Vergil just growled, not happy about the insult, and answered as well:

"I waited some time for you in here. Came to reclaim what's mine."

Dante groaned. "I don't have your sword, Vergil. You can leave. Nero, stop aiming at him with your gun. You're not gonna hit him anyway."

His brother appeared right in front of him after he had ended.

"I'm not talking about Yamato, brother.", he told him in a cold, but almost seductive voice, which made Dante shiver slightly, "I'm talking about you."

Nero grabbed him just seconds later, kinda catching him off guard by using his Devil Bringer and growled at him.

"Hands off, you perverted old man! What the fuck do you mean with "brother"?! Also he's mine!"

Dante was just utterly confused. What the fuck was happening right now? What were they talking about?!

He felt the shift in Vergil’s arcane energy more than he was able to see it. The various summoned swords that attempted to stab Nero got shot by the devil hunter.

"Okay, seriously. Stop it, both of you!", he growled at them.

"You,", he looked at the kid, "Let go of Vergil."

Then he looked at said half demon.

"And you stop throwing around your summoned swords."

Both of them followed his orders, even if just reluctantly.

"Great, now place your fucking asses on the couch and tell me what the fuck you want from me."

Nero put his weapons away, pulled the sleeve of his hoodie over his demonic arm and did as he'd been told.

Vergil on the other hand wasn't obedient like that, not at all. He walked over to Dantes desk and sat down on it, looking as majestic as possible while doing it, even crossing his legs.

Dante looked at Nero, sighed and let himself fall onto the couch right beside him, just slightly touching him. This caused Vergil to growl deeply.

"Kiddo, what happened here while I was gone?"

"That asshole over there happened.", he snapped at him, not answering the question at all.

"Okay, Vergil. What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were...".

Dante’s voice turned into a sad whisper.

"Dead? Still corrupted? A slave in hell?", said not-so-dead guy answered in a sarcastic tone, "No, I have to disappoint. I'm pretty much alive. And I'm here to reclaim what's mine. But this... child... is all barks about you being his, no bite though."

He had listened, heard the words... just the meaning was still not clear to him.

Reclaim? Being his?

His twin knew that Dante didn't get the memo, so he decided to take it even a step further.

"Today's Valentine’s Day, you idiot. Both of us wanted to ask you to go on a date with us.", Vergil told him, voice cold and indifferent as always. While the other one’s head literally exploded at this statement, he looked like he just had said something about the weather or some other trivial stuff.

"A... date?", Dante whispered, voice just barely hearable.

"Yeah, now decide. Tell the kid he should get lost."

He just shook his head. There was no way in hell he could choose between both of them. Right now. Without having time to think it over. Hell, this was his brother. Who he always thought was dead. Turns out he was wrong about that. And then there was also Nero. His... brother’s son. His nephew. And they wanted to go on a date with him?! Because of some stupid unofficial holiday like Valentine’s Day?

"Okay, I got it. Both of you. You try to make fun of me.", Dante concluded and looked at them, "You want to get some payback, am I right?"

Vergil groaned, while Nero just sighed.

"Once an idiot, always an idiot, I guess.", the older twin stated matter of factly.

Then he looked at his son. Dante contemplated if Vergil actually knew about that fact. The way he acted he was almost 100% sure that he didn't. Also wasn't he aware of the fact that Nero was in possession of his beloved sword.

"What do you think of some sort of competition? Even if I already know who's gonna win it."

Nero smirked. "Good that you already admit defeat before even attempting to try.", he taunted, "But please. Let me hear about that "competition"."

Vergil just let out a slight huff of amusement at that and continued to explain his idea.

"We both take him out. On the date we planned. One of us now and the other one afterwards. Sometime in the late evening."

Nero nodded and thought about that for a moment.

"Sounds like a pretty nice idea. Seems like you got the brains while Dante got the good looks."

"We look exactly the same, you immature brat.", the older twin muttered in annoyance, before turning to Dante.

"As I couldn't care less who goes first, I gonna let you decide."

Said half-demon was at loss, looking dumbfounded from one to the other. What the fuck did just happen? Did they just...?

And now I should decide?!

-> read the rest on AO3 - link in the header 😊

#dmc #dante #danero #vergil #nero #dante/vergil #dante/vergil/nero #various endings #for various tastes #<3 #ff #ao3

[angrybatart]

Finally finished it!

Now to work up the nerve to make it into a TikTok video.

#fanart #Devil May Cry #Dante #Vergil #Nero #Sons of Sparda #Vergil's off to kick someone's ass

[subarublue]

DMC Headcanons 5

What would Dante and Vergil be like as a brother-in-law?

Dante

He’s a definitely a great bro-in-law because he’s just happy Vergil finally found someone who could rein him in.

After all, you must be something special to have caught his brother’s eye.

Expect a LOT of teasing, though. Some is directed at you, but mostly it’ll be at Vergil’s expense.

“Geez, what the hell do you see in his ugly old ass, anyway?”  “We’re twins, Dante.”  “And???”

This usually ends with him being stabbed.

Speaking of, that was quite a shock the first time, but it happens so often now you’re just used to it.

The only problem is the mess it leaves. Dante insists you don’t have to clean it up, but you know by now that if you don’t, no one else will. Especially Dante.

You dock points for that one.

Always, always tries hitting you up for free food, spare cash, or other things ‘cause he knows he can’t get it from Vergil. Says he’ll pay you back, but…really? You know better.

More points docked.

Which is why Vergil emphasizes you should always, always tell him, “No.”

His kicked puppy look is really hard to resist sometimes, though. Maybe you’ve given in once or twice. Vergil just rolls his eyes.

Dante definitely does NOT give good relationship advice (especially in regards to Vergil) so don’t bother asking.

At this point, maybe he just doesn’t have any points left.

Vergil himself is not the best at relationships either, so fights between you two are bound to happen. If one does though, you can definitely count on Dante to cheer you up.

And maybe, just maybe...he’ll take a stab wound one for the team and piss Vergil off on purpose just so he’ll forget why you two fought in the first place.

Okay, maybe all the points can get added back for that one.

After all, if you make Vergil happy, Dante wants you to stick around and keep him that way…‘cause Vergil’s gone through so much shit already...indefinitely.

Vergil

Hands down the best bro-in-law. Ever.

Dante may be great, but Vergil takes it to a whole ‘nother level.

It’ll be hard to see at first, because he’ll try and hide how much he cares.

But honestly? He’s just happy there’s someone to get his annoying brother off his back every now and then.

Or often. Often is good.

So of course he’s gonna look out for you whether you want him to or not. He wants you to be here for a long, looong while.

You likely don’t annoy him half as much as Dante does, anyway.

He really doesn’t understand how you tolerate Dante yourself. You must have an incredible amount of patience to love his idiot brother.

He’ll also join in any opportunity you present him with to annoy Dante.

Wanna tease your husband a bit? Completely expect backup in the form of Vergil.

Vergil is extremely good at getting under Dante’s skin and you two play off each other effortlessly when you tease him.

“Dante, if you don’t clean up this mess I’m running off with your brother.”  “If he won’t sign the divorce papers, I’ll just kill him.”

Like his brother, Vergil might not be the best go-to for relationship advice, but he is a good listener.

He won’t mind if you need a shoulder to cry on when Dante isn’t around or if Dante is the cause. Just expect him to pretend to be grumpy about it.

But don’t worry. Secretly, he’s content that you trust him enough to come to him for this sort of thing. He knows all too well how hard it is to open up to others.

Oh? You and Dante had a fight? Perfect reason for him to stab smack his brother around a bit.

And if that convinces Dante to go crawling back to you asking for forgiveness, all the better (‘cause let’s face it, the fight probably happened because Dante was being an idiot anyway).

#devil may cry #devil may cry headcanons #dmc dante #dmc vergil #gender neutral reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #suby scrawls

[rodeoxqueen]

Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero With A Blind! S/O + Best Friend

((AO3 Request))

Spankyland Requested: 

“Hello RodeoQueen, I hope you are having a nice day. Can I order headcanons about Dante, Vergil, V and Nero (the latter as a friend) with a blind s / o? Something like Daredevil (?)

If the request is strange you can ignore it. Sorry if there is something misspelled, English is not my native language ^^u”

Howdy,

Please, call me Rodeo. And the request is just fine, your English is perfect. Enjoy. 

(Disclaimer: I am in full awareness that not every blind person deals with the same issues, take this request with a comedic grain of salt.)

Dante 

Hanging out at his shop is a disaster. You tap your cane against piles of beer cans and pizza boxes, tsking. 

Harmless jokes. So many harmless jokes. 

“As you can see, no pun intended-” 

“Dante, please.” 

Even though you can totally take care of yourself, he will still offer an arm to hold when crossing the streets. 

One day, Dante triggers and you tilt your head to where you think his head is. 

“My demon form makes me sound different.” He notes, his voice gravelly and low. 

“Yeah, but you look the same to me.” 

“Wait really-Oh. Oh, that was funny.” 

Dante takes you on motorcycle rides often. Although you can’t see the sights, you can feel the wind and hear the revving like a symphony as you ride fast and laugh louder. 

“Babe, is there anything you can’t do?” He flirts, seeing you spar with him. 

You suddenly pin him on the ground, your sunglasses glinting his smirking face in the reflection. 

“See?” You grin while applying pressure to his chest. 

“You got me there, sunshine.” 

Vergil 

He lets you touch his face to get a mental map. He notices you can’t stop smiling when his eyebrows cross slightly and your fingers trace the bump of his brow. 

Vergil does his best to make sure everything is where you always put it to prevent confusion. 

A common issue of being blind is people being condescending. Vergil will never let that happen. Not on his watch. 

As you can fight, he duels you accordingly. The whistle of the Yamato’s blade against the air is heard loud and clear next to your ear, as you place your hands upon the forged steel. In your close proximity and the blade trapped in your hold, Vergil’s stance hesitates just the slightest. You sense the opportunity and Vergil is swept off his feet with a clean swipe of your leg. 

“You depend too much on your sword.” You tease as you take your cane from where you put it against a wall. Vergil chuckles. 

Vergil gets his favorite poetry book in Braille form, so you can read it too. 

V 

You match when it comes to canes. 

V learns how to read Braille and makes it a habit to read out loud to you. 

Shadow will get things for you so you don’t have to. She’s a natural at it. 

One time someone tried to mug you and V in the dark of night. Of course, you were the most advantageous in this situation. V hands you his own cane as you give him your more fragile one. Before he can even say William Blake, you’ve knocked the knife out of the mugger’s hands and broken his knee. 

He’s always admiring you, seeing how your hands examine everything and you can memorize a room to your mind’s eye. 

V notices you can’t always tell when to stop pouring a cup of tea as you can’t see when it’s full. 

“Tell me when to stop pouring.” 

“Stop.” 

V squints as you continue to pour until the tea cascades off the cup. You turn your head, a wicked smile on your face. 

“You’re being coy, aren’t you?” 

“Of course I am.”  

Nero

“Hey, even if you’re blind, you’d be a better driver than Nico.” The offended cowgirl throws a wrench at him, which he ducks, leaving you open for injury. However, you catch the wrench without flinching, tossing it back to the general proximity from whence it came. 

Matching clout goggles. Enough said. 

He plays Braille Uno and Monopoly with you. He can’t play Poker with you because you can sense his leg shaking when the cards are in his favor. 

“You’re thinking of Kyrie.” 

“What?”

“I can hear you scratching your nose again.” 

If you’re in the mood to fight, he always has an open slot for you in his sparring sessions. 

“The Nero feels conflicted about fighting a good blind friend.” 

“I’ll kick your ass for that great Avatar reference.” 

“The Nero is now over his conflicted feelings-” 

He stops mid-sentence as you grapple him and make him tap out. Unseeing eyes shine with mirth as you help him up. 

#dante x reader #dante imagine #dante sparda #dante headcanons #gender neutral reader #vergil x reader #vergil sparda #vergil headcanons #vergil imagine #nero #nero headcanons #nero sparda #nero sparda imagines #dmc v x reader #vitale x reader #dmc v headcanons #dmc v #devil may cry headcanons #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry #ao3 request

[devilmaywrite]

Hi there! I love your other stories. Was wondering if you could do a DMC story? I saw a picture of Nero in a parking lot at night looking like he's on a hunt, I thought of what if he's on a really creepy hunt alone at night and gets attacked, then Dante and/or Vergil come to save him. It's okay if you say no, thank you very much!

I like this idea, anon. It’s not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it anyway :)

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It started fairly simple. Nico drops him off, he runs off to the problem area and deals with it, and then he deals with the next one or he goes home. It should be simple but he guesses after the Qliphoth he should know better. One can hope though.

He's in an abandoned parking lot in the dead of night, which is creepy in its own right. But he's dealt with worse. Then the fog starts rolling in and the temperature drops. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing and he's started to get a little creeped out. Not that he'd admit that or he'd be hearing about it for days.

The baphomets start to roll out, there's only a few so no big deal right? They're annoying with the whole ice ordeal but it's nothing Nero can't handle. Though someone seems to think otherwise when he sees flashes of blue in the fog. Nero grumbles under his breath as he revs up Red Queen for battle. Why the hell was Vergil here? 

It’s a quick fight as Nero predicted, though even quicker now that his father is here to help. Not that he needs it but Vergil is highly protective even if he won’t admit it. 

Vergil says nothing as he sheathes the Yamato, already turning to leave. Though he stops in his tracks when Nero begins to yell at him. 

“How the hell did you even get here?” Nero asks, clearly irritated. 

“I was... in the area.” 

“You mean you followed me. I’ve kicked your ass before, I don’t need your help.” 

Vergil says nothing for a moment, his jaw clenching as he ponders what to say next. 

“You are my son, I am supposed to help you. Whether you like it or not.” 

Silence. 

“I also had just gotten done fighting your fool uncle, that’s the only reason you won that fight.” 

Nero pinches the bridge of his nose, no longer wishing to argue with his father. “Right. Well, I’m heading back to the van if you want a ride back to the city.” 

“I would appreciate it...” 

#kinda just a drabble but i really liked this idea so i didn't wanna not write anything ig? #also modified a bit bc nero DID kick vergil's ass so i don't imagine he'd need all that often anymore ya know? #devil may cry #nero sparda #vergil sparda #dadgil

[keeroo92]

Breaking Point

My SFW contribution to @jackpot-dantezine, where Dante falls apart on the way to confront Urizen.

Word count: 1,909

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The air hung stagnant around him, oppressive and unnaturally warm. Shades of red and brown, grey and a sickening green encroached up the walls. When he called the smell, “hot garbage”, he’d been far too kind. Veins pulsated a stern drumbeat as Dante stepped forward after his two female companions. 

“Bet you both I bag the first Queen!” Lady taunted. Trish responded with a cool smirk and a quickened pace, but Dante’s mind was elsewhere.

What if it was Vergil?

Dante had his doubts, despite what the weirdo client told him. What were the chances, right? Vergil’d been gone for years, stuck in hell after their last meeting. Getting back here, let alone in good enough shape to pull off this bullshit, was a longshot.

Still. His brother had a way of popping up and causing trouble. 

The first boom of battle ricocheted off the nauseating walls, reminding him where he was and what he still needed to do. He’d better catch up. Thinking about shit wasn’t his style; killing demons was. 

Time for a good ol’ fashioned beat down, that’d get him out of this funk. 

Dante cracked his neck, hands twitching to grasp the twin handles of his beloved Ebony and Ivory. The staccato thud of his boots mirrored the thudding of his heart, hastening as he got closer to a fight.

He turned a bloody corner just in time to see Trish deal a death blow to a Hell Judecca, its skeletal arms dissolving into ash as she spun to find her next prey. Her signature yellow sparks glowed brightly from her hands, her body dashing across the blood-stained ground to strike a pair of Antenora. Show off.

“That puts me ahead by two, Lady! What, are you taking a nap?” the blonde called.

“Not even close!” Lady replied, firing her bazooka straight down the throat of a Caina.

Dante grinned and picked a target, spinning on his heel as a scythe hunted his flesh. Too easy. He twirled Ebony and shot the ugly bastard in the face behind his back. Why did all demons look like the ass end of a bad burrito, anyway?

Eh, who cared?

His heart lurched. Vergil would. When they were children, Dante’s brother never ran out of questions about the nature of demons. He’d asked everything imaginable, from how they fought to how they multiplied. 

Dante tried not to think about that part.

And for every question Vergil asked, their dad had an answer. He’d stop whatever he was doing to explain, smiling proudly all the while. Like Dante wasn’t even there. It used to annoy him, but now the memory only brought bittersweet longing. What he wouldn’t give for them all to be together again…

“Dante, duck!”

Leather snapped as Dante instantly dropped to a crouch. A stream of fire licked his flesh, a Hell Bat above screeching its displeasure at the near miss. Annoying bastard. He never should've let it get so close. 

I gotta keep it together, he thought cynically, or the girls will get on my case.

Plus, banter always helped keep his mind from visiting its darker corners.

The man in red summoned a smirk and fired a few rounds, his bullets poking holes in the bulging orange belly overhead. A sound not unlike a whoopee cushion signaled his success. Nice.

“Sayonara, sucker!” he crowed, watching as the bat’s leaking body propelled it into a wall to explode. “Let’s call that one twenty points.”

“No way, lazybones! You don’t get extra for making fart noises,” Lady called with a scowl. 

Dante raised his hands in a placating gesture as soot settled to mark the deaths of their foes. He hoped Ver- Urizen sent a few more their way; he needed to warm up before kicking the king’s ass. Maybe he should stretch, just to keep his blood flowing.

Dante sighed and shook his head. He’d never hear the end of it.

It turned out he didn’t need to worry; as the trio progressed, they encountered wave after wave of demons, all vying for fresh blood. Trish and Lady didn’t falter, picking off one after another as Dante did his best to stay on task, but his mind kept drifting back to his brother.

For decades, Dante held only anger at his twin for not being there, for forcing their mother to search for him. To a child, the immature logic made sense. If Vergil hadn’t run off, things would’ve turned out differently. Simple cause and effect.

But time dulled the blade of his rage, and a broader understanding of life took hold. Any number of choices may have changed the outcome of the attack, but obsessing over it wouldn’t change what happened.

None of them had the power to predict the consequences, or to change them. All he could do was keep fighting, and hope that by doing so he spared other families from sharing the fate of his own. 

If Dante was being honest, the constant battles tired him. His body didn’t move like it used to, and the first aches of middle age warned him it was time to slow down. He couldn’t chase demons forever, and part of him didn’t want to. It was a lot of work.

It might be time to leave it to someone younger.

Then again, what the fuck else was he going to do all day? The only thing worse than being tired was being bored.

And the thought of retiring while Vergil was still out there somewhere, doing who knew what… it didn’t feel right, as if the balance would shift to the demons and they’d go unchecked. As a descendant of Sparda that gave a shit about humanity, Dante felt a certain responsibility to bear the weight of defending them. It was what his dad would’ve wanted.

What his mother would’ve wanted.

Besides; if he didn’t, then who would? Nero sure as hell wasn’t ready, not yet. 

But above all else, if it came to a fight to the death, his brother deserved to go at the hands of his family. Someone who understood what he’d gone through and all that he’d lost. It was Dante’s responsibility, and he damn well wasn’t hiding from it. Not this time. 

The thought left a hollow ache in his chest, a bitter sorrow he desperately wished he could ignore. If there was any alternative, any chance of helping his brother instead of ending his life, Dante knew he’d take it. That he had to even consider killing Vergil showed how twisted life could be. It made him want to scream. 

“Aw, shit,” Trish said, breaking his rambling thoughts. A quartet of Nobody’s waited in the next clearing, scurrying back and forth like excited cats. Perfect timing - Dante hated these guys.

And he really needed to kill something.

He flew at the demons with a cry of fury, drawing all four to him as he pulled Rebellion out. The girls followed in his wake, but he saw nothing save the nearest mask as his blade struck home. It left a deep crack in the clay, but the prick backed off before he had the time to kill it.

He really hated these guys. 

“Lady, finish him!” he cried. The other three were already swarming him. Damnit.

He dodged a stray arm and slashed at another as a blast reached his ears. The grotesque floor shook from the force and Dante roared, unleashing a vicious series of slices at the stumbling Nobody closest to him. It whimpered and tried to back off, but he refused to let it go that easily. Rebellion’s heavy blade sank deep into the creature’s core, splattering hot blood on its fellows and its killer alike. Two down. 

Two to go. 

There were days he didn’t see the point of it anymore; no matter how many would-be demon kings he took down, there’d always be another, and the peons were even worse. Useless, feral things, their only desire to destroy and kill.

It only added fuel to the fire of his rage. He needed to get closer.

Dante sheathed Rebellion and pulled at the thread of dark energy connecting him to Balrog, summoning the metallic pseudo-armor even as he threw a powerful punch. A rapid kick followed, his feet cracking against the reddish mask of the third nobody. He’d kill it before it fought back.

But a fiery blast on his left hurled him to the side, the last demon cackling as he fell. Years of getting pummeled proved their worth as Dante rolled with the blow, using the momentum to get on his feet a beat later. He grimaced and flipped a finger at the laughing jerk. 

“Is that all you got?” he shouted. Who knew if it understood.

It screeched and slammed a limb at him, slashing at his chest. He stepped aside and brought his arms together, crushing the appendage and tugging the beast closer for a solid headbutt. He punched and kicked, again and again. Demon blood splattered his face, each drop like a balm to his wrath. The chaotic battle surrounding him faded away; it was just him and the demon and the sounds of his strikes pulverizing its desecrated body. 

“Dante?” Lady called, her voice barely piercing the fog of his anger. He ignored her and punched the Nobody in the face again. “Dante, it’s dead. You can stop hitting it now.”

How many people had this one killed? How many families did its hunger shatter? For all Dante knew, it might be the bastard that killed his mother. He punched it again.

“Dante, come on…” Trish said. 

Maybe this was the demon that left nothing but smears of blood on the playground outside. Or the one that tore through a local grocery store, or that small house where he found those god awful husks. Another punch. He didn’t notice his female companions coming to stand beside him.

“Dante, knock it off. We need to keep moving,” Lady said, her palm coming to rest on his shoulder as he pulled back for another punch. Trish mirrored her.

The edges of the creature’s face began dissolving, a fine grey powder all that remained. Dante’s panting breath sent the dust aflutter as he slowly lowered his arm. His jaw ached; had he been gritting his teeth the whole time? Fuck.

Better crack a joke, something to keep it light.

“So, that’s what, four points to me?” Dante said. Both women shot him fierce glares.

“What the fuck, Dante?” Lady began. 

He wiped away the blood still clinging to his face and sighed. “It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing,” Trish chimed in. “You good?”

The red-clad man released the tendril of energy connecting him to Balrog, the blood-stained metal vanishing a beat behind. He didn’t know what to say. His rage still flickered within him, an ever present ember waiting for the right moment to flare into an inferno. It might give him an edge; it might consume him. 

Talk about a double-edged sword.

It didn’t matter what was happening in his heart or what it did to him. There was a big ass demon tree growing in his city, ugly bastards swarming the place and who knew what else. It was his job to clean up the mess, no matter who made it. 

Dante snorted. He was, in essence, a janitor. 

He cracked his neck. It was time to clean. “I’m good.”

#fanfic #my writing #dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #dante sparda #angst #one-shot

[honeydew-mel0n]

Idk if you like take requests but i just wanted a quick little thing on how Nero would react to being called dead weight (even jokingly) by his S/O, even better if S/O is like near Dante level Devil Hunter. ❤️

Hi, oh my god I now love you. I didnt know how I felt about taking requests, but I guess I'm open now. I hope this is good enough, sorry if its not!

Nero being called "Deadweight" by his Stronger S/O

• Even if you're just joking and no matter how good of a hunter you are, his reaction is completely dependent on how many times you say it.

• The first time you say it, you'll just get an eye roll, maybe a "whatever." A joke is a joke, and he's a big boy. He can take it. He also knows you don't mean it.

• After initially being referred to as dead weight by his uncle, then dwelling on it for weeks. He did, eventually, get over it.

• Actually, he'll probably tease you back. Whatever sickeningly sweet, embarrassing nickname he calls you at home will now be your name for the next few hours or days. Depending on how he feels.

• If you are to say it repeatedly, he will start getting annoyed. It might not cause huge fights, but it will spark arguments.

• It's not that he feels insecure, it's just a very unpleasant reminder.

• Depending on how long you've been together, he will have no problem asking you to stop. You'll eventually sit down together, and have a conversation about it.

• Now on the other hand, if it's not a joke. If you two are working and something triggers you to call him deadweight, especially to his face, he will lash out eventually.

• Whatever you two were just occupied with is now shoved into the back seat.

• This isn't like when Dante called him that, he didnt get to resolve that immediately. This, he will try to.

• It'll honestly feel like someone threw a fucking brick at his chest. And this is where the insecurities come in.

• He knows that, compared to you and his uncle, he's relatively weak. He looks like a fucking damsel in destress next to you two.

• You being as good as you are doesn't bother him normally, in fact, he's so fucking proud to be your boyfriend. He loves watching you kick ass.

• But after this, he actually starts to wonder if you look down on him because of it.

• The fight you have over it is intense, and a lot of things that weren't ment, will be said. Be prepared.

"God damn it Nero, stay out of the way! You're just deadweight!"

You'd been trying to fight off this queen for way too long now, but having to dodge stray bullets from blue rose was the biggest fucking distraction. Shooting at it wasnt doing anything. You appreciate the help, really, but after some time it just gets annoying.

The blade from your weapon of choice slices through the things neck, the head lopping completely off as its body spirts blood and wriggles as it shrivels up. You smooth down your hair that's been clotted by blood and look over at Nero. His eyes are distant and he's almost completely frozen in place, still trying to process what had just left your mouth.

You get close to him, waving your hand in front of his face. "Hello? Baby? Earth to Nero." He jerks back to reality, taking a single step back, a hurt look floods his face. "Really?" He says, frustration obvious in his voice. "What? C'mon, I cant just leave you here. We have to keep moving, were supposed to meet Dante at the bridge in an hour." You turn to try and walk out of the building.

"Nah, I think I'll stay behind, leave it to you two." You stop, turning back around. "That'll make it easier, since I'm such deadweight. Right?" Your shoulders slump with a sigh, getting ready to grab the back of his shirt and pull him with you, like scuffing a cat. "Nero, that's not what I-" "then what did you mean?" Your eyes bounce around, looking for anything to prevent a fight.

"Look, I fucked up. I was annoyed and in the heat of the moment I said something that I didnt-" There's a scoff from your boyfriend as he puts blue rose back in it's holster. "Really? Because that's all you and Dante treat me like. I'm always fucking up and weighing you two down." Dante called him that once, and when he got back from hell, apologized.... Somewhat. You've only ever said it once before to poke fun at both of them.

"This is the only the second time I've called you that. I'm sorry if I upset you then and now." "Its not about just saying it. You two always leave me behind, always telling me I cant handle shit." Okay, now you're staring to get riled up too. Shit. "Yeah, have you ever thought that there are just somethings you wont be able to handle? And what If i just let you go? So I can loose you too?" He takes a deep breath, obviously more upset then you are.

"If I'm so weak, why are you with me. Huh? Why dont you just go..." he waves his arm, trying to come up with something. "...fuck Dante or something." You visibly cringe in disgust. Sure, Dante is easy on the eyes but he's around 20+ years your senior. And you aren't half of twitter, you will not be sexualizing the senior citizen. "Because I love you, Nero. And i'm not Vergil, I have never said that you're weak. You aren't!"

He scoffs again, turning away. Guess you're just too funny to him. He starts mumbling to himself, you can't quite catch everything he's saying but one thing slips out. "...shouldn't have left Kyrie for you..." Immediately your entire body feels like it's been set on fire, you choke down a sob and settle yourself.

He doesnt actually mean that, you know he doesn't. Your hands clench into fists, nails digging into your palms to the point you can feel blood. "You know what? Fine. If you want to stay behind, then by all means, go right ahead. You can handle everything down here without me, you're a big boy. I'll just head to meet Dante early." Finally, finally, you leave.

You keep yourself from crying, you're bigger then that.

Both of you know the other didnt mean the hurtful things that had been said, and you will end up making up back at home. But for now, just keeping your distance.

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #nero x reader #nero sparda #nero sparda x reader #hmmm #this actually kinda hurt

[much-obliged-timothy]

Got the urge to write some Devil May Cry tonight, so have a family dinner that goes about as well as you’d expect

*

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Nero said, for probably the millionth time that day.

Kyrie continued to hum and ignore him, checking on dinner to make sure it wasn’t burning. Nero followed her around the kitchen, silently fuming.

“Kyrie, let’s call it off,” Nero said. “Hell, it’s not like I owe the bastard a timely warning. He can find his own dinner.”

“He’s your father, Nero,” Kyrie said, which had him wincing. She gently pushed a stack of plates into his hands, folding hers over them and squeezing. “Set the table, please.”

“Kyrie-”

“It can’t hurt to try,” she said. “I wouldn’t do this if I thought you really didn’t want to. But you agreed, Nero. We can call it off if that’s what you want, but I know you. You’ve found the family you always wondered about.” She gave a small smile. “And you’ve always been too curious for your own good.”

“He cut my arm off,” Nero said, flexing the fingers of his regrown hand. “Not much of a start to the whole parenting thing. Definitely not the dad I used to dream of having. No, you and Cre-” He bit down on his lip, then pressed on, because it wasn’t right to deny Credo’s memory just because it still hurt. “You and Credo are my family.”

“And we still are,” she said, squeezing his hands again. 

Nero looked into her eyes for a long moment, then let out a quiet string of curse words. He let her squeeze his hands once more before pulling them away to go set the table.

She’d suggested they have the twins over for dinner, wanting to get to know Nero’s family. She’d met Dante before, but now that she knew he was Nero’s uncle, she was even more eager to spend time with him.

And Vergil.

Nero set a plate down with too much force, relieved when it didn’t break. This whole dinner was going to be a disaster. He wished he’d never agreed to it.

But he had agreed to it. He didn’t want to think too hard on what that meant.

And Vergil had agreed to come. He definitely didn’t want to think too hard on what that meant.

So rather than think, he busied himself helping Kyrie. She’d been working hard on the meal since this afternoon, wanting everything to be perfect. His mouth dried up every time he tried to tell her how much the effort meant.

She knew what this meant to him. Or, at least, what it could mean, if things would just go right. Nero didn’t want to dash her hopes alongside his own, so he stopped pointing out how awful this was likely to turn out. At least the food would be good. Maybe he’d even make Dante a to-go dish if he helped kick Vergil out when shit hit the fan.

All too soon, there was a knock on the door. Nero went to answer it, leaving Kyrie to put the final touches on dinner.

“Smells good,” Dante said, poking his head in and sniffing as soon as the door was open enough for his head to fit through.

Nero pushed his face back. “You can’t eat it all, you mooch.”

“Who’s going to stop me?” Dante scoffed.

“Kyrie,” Nero said simply.

Dante sighed. “Yea, alright. That’ll do it.”

He stepped into the house, the movement revealing Vergil behind him. Nero couldn’t help but glare a little, though he did step aside to let Vergil in.

He couldn’t untangle his own feelings. He’d longed for a family as a child, and now here they were. But of course the crazy, power-hungry asshole that cut Nero’s arm off also had to be his damn father.

Vergil’s gaze traveled around the room, his expression revealing nothing but his usual judgment. Nero gestured to the couch.

“Have a seat. I’ll get drinks,” he said. He doubted even alcohol would lighten Vergil up, but it was worth a shot.

He fetched three beers, tossing one to Dante, one to Vergil, and popping the last for himself. He wished he’d gotten something stronger.

“Where is Kyrie?” Dante asked, lounging on the couch. Vergil was trying to shove Dante’s feet away from himself, but Dante was persistent in his role as annoying brother. 

“Finishing up dinner. It’ll only be a few minutes,” Nero said. He was too anxious to sit, so he leaned against the wall, lightly drumming his fingers on his beer. 

That few minutes turned out to be Dante carrying on a full conversation almost by himself. Nero jumped in a few times, but Vergil never spoke.

“It’s ready!” Kyrie called, saving them from the whole thing carrying over into awkward territory.

Dante hopped off the couch, making sure to kick Vergil in the leg as he did so. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving,” Nero said. 

“Even more reason to pick up the pace, kid,” Dante said, shooing him in the direction Kyrie’s voice had come from.

Nero led them to the table, where delicious looking food was laid out for them. Kyrie smiled, kind and welcoming as always. Only the way she twisted her hands together gave away that she was feeling any of the anxiety Nero did. 

He couldn’t meet her eyes. If this failed...Shit. He didn’t want it to, but he knew it would hurt him. And Kyrie knew that, too. 

“Take a seat wherever,” Nero said, claiming his usual seat. Kyrie sat next to him, pressing her leg to his. He’d survive, even if this whole dinner went to hell; he could make it through any hell with her support. But that irritating flicker of hope was hard to douse. 

“Looks delicious,” Dante informed Kyrie as he began to pile his plate. “I’m coming here more often.”

“You’re welcome any time, Dante,” Kyrie said.

“Please don’t tell him that,” Nero said. “She didn’t mean it. You’re not welcome any time.”

Kyrie ignored him. “As are you, Vergil. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Kyrie.”

Vergil was eyeing her with the same judgmental expression he’d had when he came into the house. Nero wondered if he’d been born with that expression on his face. 

Finally, Vergil spoke. As soon as the words left his mouth, Nero wished the asshole had just stayed quiet the whole night.

“You don’t look like you can fight,” he said.

“I can’t,” Kyrie said, patient, unbothered. “I don’t want to.”

Vergil scoffed quietly. “Then you don’t belong in Nero’s world.”

“You couldn’t even let me eat before you go getting us kicked out?” Dante said in exasperation.

“If Nero plans to continue fighting, then she doesn’t belong with him,” Vergil said, as if it was the most obvious statement in the world. “She becomes a liability.”

“I’m sorry you think that,” Kyrie said.

“You don’t owe him an apology for his own shitty thoughts,” Nero said, temper lashing to the surface.

But Kyrie rested a hand on his thigh, shaking her head. “No, Nero. I mean it. I am sorry he thinks that. I feel bad for him.” She met Vergil’s eyes, unflinching under his cool gaze. “Who loves you, Vergil? Who grounds you? Who worries for you when you go running into all your fights?”

His eyes narrowed further. He didn’t answer. Nero doubted he could.

Kyrie nodded, like she’d expected the silent hostility. “Nero has that. When the world comes apart under his feet, I’m there to grab his hand and hold him up until he can find steady ground again. When he goes into battle, I pray for his safe return. If he comes home injured, I tend to him. When he can’t love himself, I love him. Maybe he didn’t have parents growing up. But he never went a day unloved since I met him.”

“And when an enemy captures you and he has to risk himself to save you? Will your love and support be enough then?” Vergil mocked.

“It was enough before,” Nero said, resting his hand over hers. “You fight for power. I fight for the people I love. And I’m the one who kicked your ass.”

Dante let out a sharp whistle. “He’s got you there, Verg.”

“It’s foolish human sappiness,” Vergil said, shaking his head. “She puts him at risk. It’s as simple as that. Someone who doesn’t want to learn how to fight is a weak point for a warrior like Nero.”

“It’s a damn shame Kyrie worked so hard on this meal just for me to punch you in the face and throw your ass out of my house before you try any of it,” Nero said, slamming his hands on the table and standing up. “You don’t-”

Kyrie tugged him back into his chair. “What he was going to say, is that you don’t get to come in here and decide anything about our relationship. Establish your own with Nero before you go judging the two of us. Part of me hates you, Vergil. The part of me that found Nero bleeding to death with his arm ripped off? I don’t know if it can ever forgive you for that. But I’m trying, for his sake. Maybe I can’t run around stabbing demons all day. But don’t you come into my home and tell me I’m weak. You should be grateful I have the strength to bite my tongue and try to give you a fresh start.”

They stared each other down for a tense moment. Finally, Vergil reached out and scooped food onto his plate.

“I will not waste my time arguing this. Nero can live with the consequences when they inevitably catch up to him,” he said.

He fell silent again for dinner as Kyrie carried on a conversation with Dante, trying to urge Nero and Vergil into it. Vergil resisted expertly, but Nero allowed himself to be part of it.

When they were done eating, Vergil stacked the dirty dishes and pushed them off to Dante, who found himself being sweetly pressured by Kyrie to help wash them. No doubt hoping to be invited back for another meal, he complied.

But it left Nero and Vergil alone at the table. Nero considered getting up to go help just to escape Vergil, but then decided there was no use in being cowardly now. He’d never been afraid to piss people off before. Might as well not start with his father.

“You ever come in my house and talk badly about her again, you better take a damn good look around on your way out, because you won’t ever step foot in here again,” Nero warned. 

“She’s as stubborn as you, that’s for sure,” he grumbled.

Nero opened his mouth to argue, then shut it. Some part of him thought that it might have even been a compliment.

His anger dissipated just enough for him to think over the argument. Had Vergil been...concerned?

Nero leaned back in his chair. “Some things are worth the risk. I’d give my life for hers.”

Vergil was silent for a long moment before saying, “Then you take after your grandmother.”

Nero opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just closed it and nodded, too stunned to know how to reply to that.

His grandmother. A woman who died to protect those she loved. Whose death set Vergil on the path for the search for power, because he’d been too helpless to protect his family when they were under attack.

When Kyrie and Dante returned, they seemed to expect tension or an outright fight between father and son. Instead, Nero and Vergil sat in an almost companionable silence, their drinks almost finished.

Nero got up to see the twins to the door, Kyrie following him. He took her hand in his, their fingers sliding together with a familiar ease. He allowed his thumb to trace a pattern over her smooth skin, her hand soft against his rough, calloused one. 

“Thanks for the meal, kid,” Dante said. “Ah, guess I should be thanking Kyrie, actually. I doubt Nero cooked.”

“He helped,” Kyrie said, smiling. “Thank you for coming. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“Hey, I never say no to free food,” Dante assured. 

“Next time, I’ll buy something stronger than beer,” Nero said.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Vergil said, turning his back on them and leaving out the door.

Dante clapped Nero on the shoulder. “Think you’re winning your old man over. And if you’re not, Kyrie sure is. Catch you later.”

Nero shut the door once he was out. “He’ll...come again. That was his way of saying he would.”

“Is that a good thing?” Kyrie asked, voice soft.

“I think it could be.” Vergil had suffered the loss of his mother. Maybe he was an asshole about it, but Nero thought that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to see his son suffer a similar fate. “He’s a dick. But there might actually be something like a heart in that chest.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know if a man like that remembers what it means to love someone. But I think he remembers what it’s like to care.”

Nero held her close. She looked up at him, her smile easing the anxiety he’d felt all night.

“Maybe he just needs a reminder,” she said.

He kissed her head. “I’ll help cook next time. I think I’m actually gettin’ the hang of it now.”

They stood there together, holding each other in the aftermath of a night that had turned out better than Nero could’ve hoped for. He’d try with Vergil. Vergil might suck at it, but he was trying in his own way. Nero could try to.

And even if he failed, he’d always have Kyrie.

#devil may cry #Nero Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Dante Sparda #dmc kyrie #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc dante #DMC #devil may cry fanfiction #My writing

[jewishgir]

ai generated devil may cry part 1

Dante sits in his office eating pizza. He is reading a magazine with a picture of Nicolas Cage on the cover. "I love that man." Dante whispers to himself. He eats a slice of pepperoni.

Dante's phone rings. He answers it. "Hello?"

"Hello" says a man's voice. It sounds familiar but Dante cannot see who it is.

"Hello," Dante repeats.

"You sound like Vergil." The voice says. Dante thinks it is a trick of the voice but he is not sure.

"Who's this?"

"You should know me by my true name, but I'll let you off with a false one. My name is Vlad."

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you about a certain type of mission."

"Cash up front" says Dante, with pizza still in his mouth.

The line goes dead. Dante throws the cell phone on the floor and it breaks into a hundred pieces. Dante walks over to Vergil's office and knocks on the door. "Vergil? Are you in there?" Dante doesn't wait for an answer. He kicks the door open. He sees Vergil staring at him with a large sword. "Verrrrrrrg!" Dante stutters.

Vergil is a demon with silver hair and icy blue eyes. "Dante, you have crossed the line from curiosity to stupidity." He says. He raises his sword and points it at Dante's head. Vergil swings his sword. It catches Dante in the side. The cut is deep and it makes a loud noise. Dante falls on his butt.

"I told you to wait for an answer before you barge into my room" says Vergil.

"Whatever."

"You're always an idiot."

"Can I get a response about this mission of yours?" says Dante.

"Sure, but you're going to have to lose the pizza smell coming off off of you."

"That's just what I naturally smell like" says Dante.

Vergil walks over to the pizza boxes and points his sword at them. Flames appear and the boxes disappear into them with a sizzle and a pop. "Get out of here and go get yourself cleaned up."

Dante walks past Vergil and stops. "What the hell? You put a curse on me or something?"

"No, I didn't curse you. Your own fear and anxiety did that. You think too much of yourself."

"Whatever, I can still kick your ass."

"Sure you can, now let's kick each other's asses."

Dante draws his broadsword and charges Vergil. He swings his sword at Vergil who dodges. He counters with a kick to Dante's face. It doesn't really hurt him that much due to his thick skull, but the force of it makes him stagger back a bit.

"I'm faster than you." says Vergil.

"Yeah, but I'm stronger" Dante retorts.

Vergil attempts to prove this by kicking Dante's knee, but he doesn't let it go through. He catches Vergil's foot and breaks his balance. He then brings the sword down on Vergil's head. It doesn't do much damage, but it is enough to stun him long enough for Dante to kick him in the face.

"Is that the best you have, little brother?" asks Vergil.

Dante doesn't answer, instead he rushes forward to attack again. This time Vergil anticipates his actions and manages to block his sword with his katana. The swords clash and push against one another. They both stop in fear when they hear someone stomping down the stairs angrily.

"What the hell is going on up there?" says a voice from the bottom of the stairs. It's mom.

"MOM!" yells Vergil.

"I'm not your fucking mother, idiot" says Trish. "I just look like her, remember?"

Dante responds by taking advantage of Vergil's distraction and hits him with a fireball. Vergil attempts to block the flames with his sword, but he drops it during the process.

"Nice try, bro" says steaming hot Dante.

Dante picks up his dropped sword. Vergil picks up his dropped sword. The brothers stand across from each other, blocking every possible attack that their opponent could throw at them.

Trish walks forward to the battle. Effortlessly, she snatches both Dante and Vergil up by their collars and throws them into the wall. Her strength is incredible. She flips over the both of them and stands, waiting for them to stand.

"You two assholes woke me up from my nap" she says. "What the hell is wrong with you? Have you two completely lost your minds? You're twins! You act more like rivals than anything else. I swear, one of you will grow up to marry fucking Elizabeth.

"Who's Elizabeth?" Dante asks confused.

"Nobody. Don't worry about it."

"Let them up" says Vergil. "I think we've had enough fun."

Trish throws them up and they stand, keeping a safe distance from each other.

Lady walks in. "Trish, come back to bed" she says.

"I can't, I have to go to the store."

"What's going on?"

"These two idiots thought it would be a good idea to have a sword fight in MY house!"

"Who said I was in your house?" says Dante, "I was just outside."

"It's only outside now that you broke the walls!" groans Trish. "Look, I have to go. My motorcycle killed me and had to be cut in half. I had it scoped and some mechanic put a new engine in it and I need new tires and..."

"Let Nico fix it" says Lady. "She did some great work on my guns last week."

"Fine, I'll go get it later."

"I'll come with you" says Vergil.

"Wait, why is he coming with you?" asks Trish.

"Because I need some help."

"Well why didn't you say so? I got shit to do, like going to the store!" says Trish.

"Come on, let's go" says Vergil to his brother.

They walk off while Trish shouts that she has shit to do.

#shiv.txt #devil may cry

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Tank Dempsey - Devil May Cry 3 Crossover HC dump

A/N: Felt cute, thought I might make this HC dump no one asked for. It’s just a random thing I came up with, as I’ve gotten more into DMC. A crossover was pretty much inevitable.

Primis or Ultimis: Ultimis

Warnings: DMC3 spoilers

How would he get along with the DMC 3 cast? How would he hold up?

Ultimis Dempsey has no idea what’s really going on between humans and demons. It won’t stop him from kicking demon ass, though!

Dante

He and Dante would be best buds almost instantly. Unlike “Jester’s” case, Dante finds Dempsey’s boisterousness endearing. Both of them hate people with bigger mouths than them. Dempsey would already prove himself useful without a problem. Dante would then welcome him as a part of the team.

Lady

Dempsey admires a badass woman like Lady. He may or may not try to hit on her. Lady’s first impression of Dempsey was that he was another Dante. As such, she would roll her eyes and reject him. He’s cool with it, as he respects her.

Vergil

If someone were to tell Dempsey that Dante and Vergil were twins, he’d refuse to believe it until Dante confirms it. Every time Vergil speaks, Dempsey could feel his eyelids getting heavier. Dempsey shakes his head. He just can’t believe Vergil would go to such lengths. And for what? Destroying what Sparda had worked hard for?

“Wait, how are you two related?“

Deep down, Dempsey lowkey hoped Vergil would join them in the end.

“What a waste.“

Arkham/”Jester”

Dempsey’s impression of Arkham? Visceral hatred and disgust at first sight, especially towards the “Jester” persona. Hell, even Dante would have to calm him down every time “Jester” opens his mouth. The guy gives off MAJOR Ultimis Richtofen vibes. Hell, Dempsey would think The Doctor’s a saint compared to Arkham. When learning that “Jester” is actually Arkham, his mind is blown.

“How the fuck did this boring baldy turn into a literal fucking clown?!“

When everybody else has their monologues, Dempsey’s like “What are you guys FUCKING talking about?”

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