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harlot-of-oblivion · 3 years

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Sowing the Seeds of Lasting Love (Part 10)

Vergil helps you with a flowery dilemma before the wedding.

The big day is finally here! Hope you enjoy! 🌹😘🌹

Chapter 1: White Heather

When Nero first told his father about the wedding, he explained that they wanted to keep it nice and simple, only inviting family and close friends to the ceremony. But now that the big day is upon them, Vergil notices that the ceremony is still nice but definitely not simple. And it seems they’ve decided to invite all of Fortuna going by all the numerous names he hardly recognizes in the guest log!

But there’s one name that he knows very well on the very first page…your neat yet bubbly handwriting is indistinguishable among the cursive chaos.

Vergil smiles but then remembers himself as the hustle and bustle of people whiz around the venue’s entryway. He quickly closes the guest book before striding away from wandering eyes, seeking refuge from the morning mayhem before the wedding. But you always manage to wriggle your way back into his mind, occupying his every thought…especially now that he’s confessed his feelings and tasted your kiss. Just the mere memory of your velvety lips parting for his tongue make his cheeks burn with a slight blush!

The lovestruck devil shakes these desirous thoughts out of his head as he approaches one of the designated dressing rooms for the wedding party. He quietly slips in and examines himself in the three-way mirror, checking his appearance and immaculate suit for any obvious flaws. The refined paisley pattern of his dark blue wedding coat contrasts well with the silky black lapels and matching blue vest. He wrings the black bow with a grimace, wishing it were an elegant cravat instead as he adjusts it around the stark white collar of his shirt. Then, he scrutinizes the rest of his suit, noting the pristine matching dress pants and spotless black formal shoes with an approving nod.

This well-tailored ensemble will surely bring that endearing blush to my beloved rose’s cheeks, he muses with a confident chuckle while raking his fingers through his silvery white hair.

The thought of you creeps into his mind again, but he allows himself to reminisce in the privacy of the dressing room. He didn’t have much of a chance to let the events of the previous day fully sink in until now; the time between storming out of the shop and arriving at your doorstep is still a bit hazy. But the warmth of your humble abode, the steaming hot water of your shower, and the comfort of your soothing lullaby and tranquil heartbeat as he fell asleep in your embrace…now that he remembers quite well!

Vergil also recalls how he swallowed his pride before baring his soul to you, practically pouring every ounce of sincere fervor from within his heart as he revealed his true feelings. And despite hearing all about his past trauma and doubtful hesitancy in matters of romance…you still accepted him with unconditional love, releasing the mounting tension between both of you as he finally gave into his desire by capturing your lips with a passionate kiss. The cadence of your soft gasps and lingering moans, the thorough strokes of your tongue, and the feel of your body beneath him…it all felt so good.

But it’s not enough.

He wants more…he needs more…

A sudden shriek of distress from outside interrupts his amorous ruminations. His eyes widen in alarm as he rushes out the dressing room door, following the dreadful tone of your voice all the way to the venue’s kitchen. And he’s not the only one to come running to rescue; a couple of the staff and Dante burst in with a look of concern. But you barely notice their presence as you continue to stare into the large walk-in freezer with a horrified face.

“What’s going on, Buttercup?”

“Are you hurt?”

Both brothers slowly approach as you turn around to face them. You meet each of their eyes for a moment…then, you take a deep breath and scream at the top of your lungs:

“FLOWER EMERGENCY!”

Your enraged declaration bellows through the kitchen, making some of the staff jump as you dash towards a countertop. You unpin the delicate flower crown upon your head, being mindful of the white heather blooms and bleeding hearts flowers. Then, you carefully remove it and place it on top of the counter before tying your hair into a low ponytail at the nape of your neck.

Dante lets out a low whistle. “It must be really bad if the flower crown’s coming off!”

“What happened?” Vergil asks while giving his idiotic brother a warning glare.

You turn back around with an exasperated sigh. “I told them to NOT put any peonies to the freezer under no circumstances!” you exclaim, angrily marching into the frigidly cold room with both brothers in tow. “But now look! Almost half of the centerpieces have wilted!” you bemoan while pointing at a group of flowers in fine crystals vases.

Vergil inspects the various peonies in question and immediately understands why you’re so distraught. A vast majority of their petals have shriveled up and turned brown, completely ruined just before the wedding. The sight of you biting your lip and pulling your hair in worry wrenches the growing prickling knot within his chest.

“Is there anything I can do?” he inquires, gently grabbing your shoulders while staring down into your glistening eyes.

Your brow furrows in thought. “I might be able to salvage some of them with fresher blooms…but they’re all back at my garden’s workshop!” you inform while glancing down towards his waist. “Could I borrow the Yamato for a bit?” you implore sweetly as your lips curl into a charming grin.

Vergil smirks at your hopeful plea. “But of course.”

You beam up at him a grateful smile, unwinding the discomforting knot in his chest as you instruct the staff to haul all the half-frozen flowers into the kitchen. Both brothers stay out of your way while sharing intrigued glances, clearly impressed with your command over a highly stressful situation. Your eyes squint at the withered half of the centerpieces, mentally weighing how many more flowers you need to fix them.

“Hmm, we may need to take one more person to haul all the flowers back in one trip.”

Dante perks up with a wide grin. “I can tag along!”

“I’m more than capable of carrying all the flowers without assistance,” Vergil boldly claims with a determined nod.

“Oh really? I see…” Dante trails off while giving him a knowing grin. “You just wanna be alone so you can put your tulips togeth- WHOA!” he exclaims as multiple spectral swords surround him. “Hey! Don’t ruin the suit, big bro!”

A low and irritable growl emanates from Vergil’s throat. “Cease your prattling and go help Nero,” he demands while relenting to his foolish brother’s request, calling off the summoned swords from shredding his black and red suit to pieces.

Dante lets out a disappointing groan as he stalks out of the kitchen, grumbling under his breath about how all this waiting around is boring. Vergil rolls his eyes and shakes his head before directing his attention back to you, paying no mind to the staff’s slightly perturbed faces while offering his arm. You wrap your hand around the crook of his elbow with an amused giggle and follow him out of the kitchen.

Vergil heads to the closest room with enough space before summoning the Yamato with a flick of his wrist. He insists that you stand back before unsheathing the blade and slicing the air with two intersecting slashes. Then, he sheaths the Yamato with a loud click of the hilt as the portal opens with a bright blue flash. You grab his hand and run through its threshold, popping up just outside the back gate behind your cozy home.

You quickly undo the latch and dash towards your outdoor workshop with Vergil hot on your heels. The overwhelming perfume of your impressive garden brings a fond smile to his face as both of you run down winding paths between lush flowers and trimmed bushes. He pulls ahead a little when you get closer to the workshop, reaching out and opening the door with a courteous nod as you enter with a sigh of gratitude. You flip the light switch before scurrying off towards a large cold case full of fresh blooms.

Vergil enters the workshop as you begin counting out the number of flowers you have on hand. He shuts the door and lingers close behind you, patiently waiting for your next directive while taking in your pleasing visage. But you seem to not notice his blatant gaze, diligently focused on taking inventory as you take out a step stool to count the flowers on the top shelf. His eyes wander down your dainty body, admiring the delicate flowers embroidered on the lovely pink dress that brings out your natural charm and radiant grace.

Your pensive hum breaks him out of his adoring stupor. “Looks like I have plenty of yellow peonies but not enough white ones,” you inform with a disheartening pout.

“Can you substitute them with another flower?” he suggests, recalling your lesson on improvising a bouquet when he helped you arrange one for a customer.

You ponder for a moment. “I do have some white hydrangeas!” you exclaim with a victorious grin while turning to look at him. “Can you- Ah!”

Your feet wobble as you let out a startled squeal, losing your balance on the step stool before tipping over towards the ground. But Vergil surges forward and catches you within his protective embrace, wrapping his arms around your small frame.

“Oh snapdragons,” you murmur while clasping the lapels of his coat.

Vergil smirks at your stunned exclamation. “Are you okay?”

Your lips curl into a gracious. “Yes! And it’s all thanks to my darling devil!”

“You should be more careful, my beloved rose,” he murmurs while looking down at you in concern. “It pains me to see you hurt,” he admits as the gravity of this intimate situation takes control.

Vergil bows his head as you raise yourself up onto your tippy toes, slowly drawing closer and closer until your bated breath caresses his starving mouth. Then, he gently presses his lips against yours, letting out a pleased hum when you return his tender kiss with enthusiastic passion. You let out a delightful sigh as he withdraws from your lips with a warm smile.

“I’ve longed to do that again since yesterday morning.”

“Me too,” you agree. “We didn’t have much of a chance to talk more at the rehearsal dinner either,” you remind while averting your gaze with a coy smirk.

“Between the chaotic run-through of the ceremony and our rushed practice session,” he recalls, nuzzling your face until your lips brush his eager mouth. “What a most inconvenient time to confess.”

“Since when has love ever been convenient?” you muse with a playful peck. “We’ll have more time to talk after our performance,” you pause as he presses a soft kiss above the corner of your mouth. “And during the reception,” you finish before capturing his lips with your needy kiss.

Vergil growls as his tongue brushes against your lower lip, silently requesting for entry as you wrap your arms around his neck. You part your mouth for him, softly moaning while meeting every stroke of his questing tongue. He basks in your intoxicating scent, so flowery and arousing…the devil inside him clamors to claim you as his own. But he’s able to clamp that instinct down, prolonging that inevitable need when the time is right…which will definitely be later since the door of your workshop bursts open with a loud crack.

“Fiddlin’ Firs!” you exclaims, hastily jumping back from his embrace as the spectral form of his devilish side peeks in with an expectant look.

“Be at ease,” he soothes you with a swift peck against your brow. “It’s only my doppelganger.”

You squint as his phantom form points at the white hydrangeas it collected just outside your workshop. “But he looks so much different than you!” you note with a curious tilt of your head.

Vergil chuckles at your subtle suspicion. “Remember what I told you,” he whispers close to your ear, “the power of Sparda is vast and you have yet to see an ounce of its potential.”

You shiver as he kisses your neck. “Does the power of Sparda include sweeping sweet gardeners off their feet?”

“I’m not certain,” he remarks, “but it does include…how did you put it?” He tilts his head in thought. “Ah! Charming the petals off of a lovely rose,” he reveals with a smirk while meeting your ardent gaze. Your cheeks grow pink as he dips back down for another kiss…but his doppelganger stops him from indulging in your velvety lips again with its impatient scratching at the door.

You stifle a giggle as he growls irritably at his spectral self. “We better head back with these flowers,” you reason with a sweet smile. “Don’t wanna be late to your own son’s wedding!”

Vergil reluctantly withdraws from you with an agreeing nod. He helps you collect all yellow peonies and white hydrangeas into several flower trays. You manage to pick up a few of them as he opens up another portal with the Yamato, silently commanding his doppelganger to carry as many flowers as possible before following them back into the venue’s kitchen.

A chorus of various shocked gasps and cries from the astonished staff greets them, but they all scamper away as the monstrously tall spectral devil enters the room. You put the flower trays down on a nearby table with a sigh of relief, softly hoping that this sliver of peace and quiet would last as you fix the ruined centerpiece in a timely manner. Your lips curl into a pleased smile when you turn to see his doppelganger wagging its tail proudly next to all the flower trays it dropped off by your makeshift worktable.

The sound of rushed footsteps gets their immediate attention just as the wedding planner enters the kitchen with a worried grimace. You explain the current state of the flowers but assure her that you have everything under control now. She nods her head with a relieved smirk while side-eying the spectral devil standing next to you, clearly curious but not commenting on it as she informs Vergil that the groom’s party is taking their place at this very moment.

“You’re certain that you can do all of this without any assistance?” he inquires as the wedding planner leaves the kitchen.

“Of course! Just be-leaf in me,” you reply with a cheery grin before giggling as he scoffs at your ridiculously bad pun. “Buuuut I wouldn’t mind if you let him stay and help!” you suggest while pointing at his doppelganger, who is currently helping you arrange the assortment of flowers on the table.

Vergil ponders for a moment before nodding his head. “Very well…but you better be on your best behavior!” he instructs his spectral self with a suspicious glare. You laugh as his doppelganger shrugs its shoulders defensively while shaking its horned head.

“And I’ll meet you backstage as soon as I can before our performance,” he softly affirms, swiftly pulling you in close for a quick kiss before heading out of the kitchen.

It only takes him a few minutes to arrive at the designated place outside on the beach. Many of the guests are already in their seats along the elegant runner leading all the way down to a modest arch wrapped in white silky ribbon with sunflowers and blue delphiniums. He can hear their excited murmurs over the soft crashing of the nearby surf as he makes his way towards his assigned spot on the groom’s side.

Nero is already standing in front of the arch, shifting around nervously while adjusting the blue dahlia boutonniere pinned to his crisp white suit. He looks up as his father approaches him and immediately pulls out a matching boutonniere from inside his coat pocket. Vergil gives him a gracious nod while pinning the delicate bloom to the lapel of his coat.

“Is everything alright?” his soon-to-be wedded son asks with a soft whisper as classical music starts playing over the ecstatic chatter of the guests.

“It’s nothing for you to be concerned about,” Vergil assures while looking out into the gathering crowd of unfamiliar faces. “Everything is under control.”

Nero nods with an anxious swallow. “Yeah…okay.”

Vergil quirks a brow at his son. “Nervous?”

“What? No!” Nero exclaims in a hushed whisper. “Well…maybe a little,” he admits while scratching the back of his head.

“Don’t sweat it, kid!” Dante exclaims as he pops up behind both of them. “You’ve got this!” he adds with an encourage pat on his nephew’s back.

“I must agree with your fool of an uncle for once,” Vergil avows as everyone begins to quiet down.

His son responds with a grateful smile as the ceremony starts with the wedding officiant taking their place in front of the arch. The music gradually swells as the bridal party walks down the aisle with their beautiful dresses and lovely bouquets…except Nico, who proudly struts down in her black suit. She grins while taking her place as the Best Woman, cheekily wiggling her eyebrows at Nero when everyone stands up for the bridal march.

The crashing waves in the distance grow quiet as Kyrie slowly makes her way down the aisle, leaving only the collective gasps of the guest’s to accompany the sweet melody of her march. She clutches her bouquet of sunflowers below her chest as her pure white dress flutters softly in the sea breeze. Her lips curl into a sunny smile beneath her tulle veil when she sees Nero staring in awe at her warm and graceful beauty. But he snaps out of his amazed daze as soon as his soon-to-be wife reaches the arch, reaching for her hand with a small smirk before facing the wedding officiant together.

An array of emotions fills the salty air as the ceremony commences; one moment there’s silent admiration with some light laughter in between the simple rituals of matrimony, but then there’s plenty of soft sniffling and happy tears as the officiant guides them through their vows. Even the Dark Slayer isn’t immune to the palpable emotions surrounding him, unexpectedly getting misty eyed as they exchange rings and promises of eternal devotion.

Vergil happens to catch sight of you lurking behind the guests, seemingly watching the ceremony but mostly staring at him with a smitten smile upon your lips. He suddenly finds himself pondering about the prospect of marriage while blinking away his unshed tears. The image of his beloved rose dressed all in white drifts across his mind and he can’t help but to smirk at the thought of settling down with someone like you.

Your eyes widen when you finally notice him staring right back at you with his affectionate gaze. You look away bashfully while your flushed cheeks glow as red as the bleeding heart flowers upon your head. His lips curve into an endearing smile as the officiant allows Nero and Kyrie to seal their blissful union with a kiss. And as everyone showers the newly wedded couple with periwinkle petals, he realizes just how lucky he was to come upon such a lovely rose among his briars.

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 4 years

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Hi moosh! Could I have sfw letters APW for dante, vergil, nero, and V? Thank you!

So this is my first piece for devil may cry, I hope it turned out well I'm still ify on it, especially with V's and a part of Vergil but I hope you guys like it anyway!

Dante

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dante is a pretty chill guy, but he really doesn’t get out that much besides to go do a job, out to get drinks and to gamble (losing most of his last payment from Morrison in the process and getting absolutely screamed at by both you and Lady) at the local bar, and to get a Strawberry Sundae at Fredi’s, most of these activities he loves for you to tag along with him (some partially to make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble *cough cough* like losing most of his fucking money *cough*) especially hunting if you can hold yourself in a fight, he gets a kick out of watching you kick demon ass and finds it really hot so expect a lot of flirty banter that’s filled with terrible puns and other dorky eye rolling one liners. This lovable fucking dork.

However most of your time spent together is in the office, which you can find the two of you laying on the couch watching the old busted television watching old movies or listening to the old busted jukebox that has been playing the same sixteen songs for the last thirty years (Dante stop abusing your shit) or just telling each other shitty stories the both of you have heard from one another countless of times, but somehow when he tells it again it somehow feels just as enjoyable as the first with somehow a different twist to it and when you tell it he always that charismatic talent that Dante just has this big heart throbbing grin on his face as he listens and it just makes your words sometimes stop that even he has to tell you to keep going, or just cooking together (and by together, I mean you doing 99% of the work because this man is forever banned anywhere near a oven anymore) because yeah sure pizzas 24/7 is fun and all but if there’s one thing (besides watching you kick demon ass) that he loves to watch you do it’s cooking and not only does he get to watch you excitedly dash from one part of the kitchen looking for ingredients and get a little messy along the way, he also gets something to eat out of it too in the end.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Embarrassment to show his absolute adoration for you in public? No way! Dante is all about that PDA, unless you’re uncomfortable with it then he’ll respectfully lay off...but sometimes he finds it really hard when you’re just super cute when talking to the crew about a job, it's just something about that look of thrill in your eye that always grabs his attention. But if you’re down with it, let the lap sitting, quick heated kisses, bad suggestive pick up lines, and questionable touches commence!

Dante is the number one choice for a feel better boost, if you’re feeling unsure and doubtful of your abilities be prepared to see this man recite everything fucking cool, smart, and badass thing he’s ever seen you do, so it’s a given Dante absolutely loves bragging about you to people. As he’s sharing tales of your badassery, there’s a glint of pure love in his eyes as he looks back to you and watches as your doubts begin to slowly fade away to the back of your mind, and of course if this is a recurring issue you might find even the rest of giving you compliments from time to time, even from Vergil (which almost gave you a heart attack from the shock hearing that from the eldest son of Sparda)

Kisses from Dante are never shy, when he wants to show affection to you he’s never shy about it. Kisses from him are always the type that shoots butterflies to your stomach and makes you feel dizzy afterwards, his favorite to pull over you are when you’re in the middle of working on paperwork (his fucking bills) and surprising you with them because always without fail you get drag away from your work and go to cuddle on the couch, bills to be forgotten (and he wonders why his electric shuts off all the time) The crew immediately learns quickly that Dante really doesn’t have any shame, but reactions vary when they stumble upon it with Trish and Morrison are the two not to really give a shit to be bothered by it, Lady, Vergil, and Nero just roll their eyes at it before going back to do their own thing, Nico lets the: “get a room love birds” and other types of teasing lines and whistles fly every chance she gets, Lucia either embarrassed and covering her eyes or scolding the both of you for being that ‘personal’ out in the open like that, and Patty asks really uncomfortable questions. Dante for the most part gets a kick out of all of it!

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I think it's very clear that he mimics actions he sees in movies (just look at how he fucking uses Cerberus for example) and so lots of what he does romantically is stuff he's seen in romance films he remembers watching with his mother and brother when he was younger or films that when he really has nothing better to do and Patty brings (all with titles he can never pronounce) to the office on a lazy afternoon and that's the reason why his view of romance is so cliche. When asked jokingly about it, he'll give a shrug and answer with the fact that the love between his parents, forbidden lovers, is a cliche trope itself and from the very few memories he has of his mother and father together he definitely remembers how sappy they were together, so sappy that it might've carried over into their kids (Vergil you don't escape this, just you wait)

So that being said, with the heart shaped chocolates, the roses to start every date with, several dates under candle light on the roof of the shop under a full moon, no matter how cliche it may be the confident wide eye grin on his face during them will never fail to make your heart skip a beat.

Vergil

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Vergil of course really likes to take every opportunity to train whenever he can so that he can be sure he's able protect those he cares for, so he really likes when you take the time to spare with him so not only he can stay in top shape for whatever danger that may come in the future but also so that you can do the same that he doesn't feel like it's all up to him to protect you when he is assured you can protect yourself, this keeps his mind from wandering to dark power lusting places.

On free days that there's no jobs in sight and there's not a focus on training, Vergil of course likes to read in his book. Flipping through the pages of his old precious childhood possession he feels himself at ease and even more so if the two of you are laid up together in bed in the privacy of your shared room, your head laid softly on his chest with his hand in your hair subconsciously combing through it as he reads Blake's words aloud to you in a quiet voice as if the words were only meant for you to hear.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Listen, all the Sparda men are romantic in their own way to the core, I like to think it’s in their genes and this is Vergil we’re talking about, this man is an absolute traditional romantic with absolutely no PDA. I mean come on, again this is Vergil we're talking about this is to be expected the son of Sparda prefers to keep his romantic life absolutely private between the two of you. To be honest it takes only the closest people in the two of your lives to realize that the two of you are even together, so basically only those who are at Devil May Cry frequently. The tale tell is that out of everyone you end up being on the end of Vergil's...Vergilness the least bit, sure there are moments but at least you haven't been stabbed by Yamato or had any summoned swords shot at you like everyone in the office has been at least once (although this also applies to Kyrie but I see her never really doing anything that would really bother him) and he also gives to rare non sarcastic compliments, which blows Dante's mind every time it occurs.

Vergil doesn't brag about you, he compliments, and true hearted compliments from Vergil are rare, but when they happen you always know he 100% means it especially if he does it in front of others. This is the only form of PDA he feels comfortable with doing, and usually they're about how you did in fights or a super rare version: that he's proud of you.

Again Vergil believes all romantic acts should be savory in the privacy between each other, so it's obvious that he doesn't like kissing in public. However, if you were to hypothetically I don't know...give him a peck on the cheek or go even more scandalous the lips while he's at phone duty in the office while Dante and the others are around the pool table and sitting area or in Nico's van while waiting to drive off with the crew to whatever next job, his cheeks might turn into a interesting shade of pink.

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It takes patience to be in a relationship with Vergil, in the beginning he'll be closed off and won't share what he's thinking (but it says a lot with how much he does trust and care for you to be in a commitment with you) but as time goes on he'll slowly start to open up more and more as he lets himself accept the human in him to love you, and at this point he'll start to share things that are very close and dear to him.

He has very fond memories of watching old black and white romance films with his mother and Dante, who only would watch them because the moment they would end he would immediately beg him to train with him, but with him falling down to hell and being corrupted since he was only nineteen to him he remembers memories of when he and Dante were kids more clearly than his brother can since to him they don't feel as they happened a long ago so he remembers watching these films from long ago in very great detail. So of course the moment he can find some of these films with the help from a hesitant Nero (still getting used to the whole dad ripping arm off thing and all) to find and order those they could find online. From the very moment he has the old tapes in his hands do they become as precious as you, Yamato, his amulet, and his book (as well as a little bit of Nero but it takes him a while to come to terms with it) so with this being something very emotionally important to him, and after very long pandering about it, he asks you to watch these films with him (he also considered asking Dante but figured since he didn't practically like the these films as children that he wouldn't want to to watch them now, absolutely no idea about the cliched dork he is now because of these types of films) The entire time you find yourself struggling to pay attention to the actual film instead you find yourself drawn to the deep nostalgic look in your lover's eyes as he's glued to the screen. For a while you're not even sure if he's actually watching the black and white picture either with how he eyes seem to be playing out scenes of the past and this is the first time you've ever seen this much emotion on his face at once. You end up holding a tight securing grip on his hand throughout the rest of the film, one normally he wouldn't hold for as long but you find his fingers subconsciously rubbing against yours from time to time. Once the nostalgic movie night ends the two of you don't say much to each other, which Vergil appreciates since how much emotional significance that it had on him and with the feeling that he's glad he got to spend it with you.

Nero

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He likes killing demons with you, it's in his blood. Just seeing you in action will without fail boost confidence in him and makes him want to show off for you, which ends with him getting hurt and scolded by you many times but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Well, he really finds himself doing a lot doing jobs with Nico on the road as of late so except a lot of quality time together on jobs and in the van. When the two of you aren't out kicking demon ass expect a ton of sitting around in the van watching whatever happens to come in on Nico's very small and very shitty portable tv, this is when you learn your boyfriend has actually a lot of a surprising amount of trivia on shows that hadn't been in production in decades but are shown as frequent reruns on low quality channels that coincidently air in Fortuna's limited broadcast range.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

I feel like during the time around dmc 4, Nero at that point was absolutely super embarrassed with the idea of PDA, not even getting started with his insecurities about his arm, but I feel about now after his experience with dating Kyrie for a few years he gotten use to it a little bit. However that doesn't mean he won't get entirely red faced by teasing comments from Dante or Nico even if he was just looking at you for a few seconds longer than he should've.

Fuck yeah he brags about you to others. You're a badass, and he absolutely loves that. During a fight he'll gladly give you a cocky Nero way of approval by saying that even he should try and catch up before flashing you a smug ass grin before revving up Red Queen and jumping into the next hoard of demons.

Again Nero gets embarrassed easily, however unlike his father he's not totally against it but it depends on whose exactly around. For example if it's Lady or Trish, hell even Morrison he's perfectly comfortable with giving you a kiss hello/goodbye or wrapping his arms around you just for the hell of it because he knows that they're chill and won't make a big deal out of it. But if it's anyone else...he feels not so much about it. Dante and Nico tease the hell out of him for days, Patty asks very uncomfortable person questions, Lucia gets really easily flustered about it, and Vergil and Kyrie for personal reasons would just rather not prefer to do anything around them. But every time you are the one to initiate any sort of affection, he'll immediately rub/scratch at his nose with a very dumb founded flustered look on his face.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Nero is actually a good cook and absolutely loves cooking things for you and that is usually what happens for most dates, no matter how complicated the recipe he just seems to have a natural talent for it. So when it comes not only dates but to holidays as well, it's really funny to see the youngest relative of Sparda cooking away to serve the rest of the company on Christmas day when everyone knows damn well that neither his father or uncle has any clue how to work a kitchen and this is a fact that he holds proudly over his head.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Well being Vergil's human half, I still say most things still somewhat apply to him but a little bit differently. V's not really the best partner to spar with for starters (the most I see him doing is letting you train with his familiars) but I feel that he still completely understands the reason why Vergil would desperately want that, but he has a little bit more in himself to have faith in you to know you can more than able to handle yourself with your abilities.

Like with Vergil, V absolutely loves to read with you. It puts a nice warm feeling in his chest when the two of you are alone and with you in his arms as he reads to you as you both sit against Shadow and Griffon nesting nicely in your lap, all together like a nice small family.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

V, unlike Vergil, is torn between PDA. Like Vergil, he really does appreciate the privacy of time spent together behind closed doors but also he really does like the feeling of people seeing the two of you together as a couple, it brings out a heavy sense of pride and stroking his ego.

V doesn't feel need to brag, he's proud of you and if you're with him you should know that by now, but if you're in need of some encouragement he always knows what right thing he's proud of you to pick you tight back up again.

Kisses from V are never shy, will he do it often in front of others? Occasionally, but never frequent. When he does though they're always sudden and full of spark, you swear his lips are like an instant kill switch to your brain because once you realize that he's kissed you it's already hit you and most of the time you hear whistles and teases from Griffon (and sometimes Nico if she's around) that bring you back earth to (Name).

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Vergil's nightmares plague him a lot, I mean he's literally contracted to them. So expect a lot of countless of nights of him waking up in cold sweat and doing his best to keep his sobs down as the image of Nelo Angelo is burnt into his mind. He would rather not talk about it, but he really does appreciate feeling you holding him through the after shocks. Tracing his tattoos or gently combing your fingers through his hair will slowly calm him down enough to at least lay back down with you and hesitantly fall back asleep knowing you're there to fight off the plagues of his mind at a moments notice.

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #v x reader #dante sparda #vergil sparda #nero sparda #v dmc #mine

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icy-warden · 4 years

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ZevWarden Week 2020 Prompt Day 3 : Oh Maker

Faith || First Times @zevraholics

Also on AO3 (second chapter of old work)

“Have you ever been in love?”

The question makes him pause as soon as he sits beside Zevran. He’s grateful for that, because he’s sure it’d make his step falter and he’d plummet down the roof in seconds. So, instead of thinking of his inevitable demise, if Zevran wouldn’t mercifully wait with almost too quiet words caught up by wind, he focuses on sound of his breathing and fast thuds of his heart.

He isn’t looking at Zevran, just as Zevran isn’t looking at him. Both of them gazing at darkness of lake before them, water carrying muffled sounds of village cleaning up deep into night after another attack. Lone torch under them does little to bring light up to where they are perched, but Vergil finds lack of light fitting.

Vergil looks up at the sky, sparse clouds gathering, covering rich constellations he has only read about before his conscription. He can’t get enough staring at them whenever he has the chance. But now he doesn’t see stars when he tilts his head, hand splayed behind him. He thinks over the question. Sudden. Out of the blue.

Or maybe not. Not really that surprising.

He wants to spin it back, “Have you?”, but he knows he’d be stalling. And he already knows the answer, because Zevran was in love. He told him after one shot too many, drunk on Antivan brandy Vergil found somewhere. Probably Soldier’s Peak cellars, there were so many bottles of good vintage hidden, it’ll be years before he’ll run it dry. If he gets the chance.

So, Zevran told him the story that made him take up a contract in Ferelden. Opening up and displaying such vulnerability Vergil has never seen before. And Vergil was jealous not of the woman that brought him so much grief in the end, but that he dared to love even if it ended in tragedy. Holding the life of his love in his own hands and finishing it with swift move of a dagger.

Is it love when it ends in blood? Is it love when it doesn’t?

He turns to look at Zevran, still watching the water, though he knows he’s aware of his every move. Both arms are wrapped loosely around his knees, strands of blond hair brushing his skin with wind. Vergil’s own long hair keeps getting in his face and he regrets not tying it up before he came here. He tucks what he can behind his ears sighing softly and Zevran finally spares him a glance.

Darkness makes the lines of his face both more sharp and soft. A paradox. He seems so close, yet so far away with a heavy look of molten gold eyes. Untouchable. And his fingers itch to touch even more because of that.

“No.”

After clusterfuck with Taliesin's ambush Zevran was withdrawn and Vergil brushed it up to sorrow of having yet another old companion fall by his hand. Then they had to rescue the Queen and Fort Drakon happened. Vergil had but a day to recover from prison’s hospitality, when they had to investigate what’s happening in alienage, meeting few old faces he was sure he’d never recognize again. It was thing after thing and he felt himself growing weary, taut and stressed. Then, when they had a moment to themselves their talk had blown into argument, one that Vergil still is baffled about how quickly out of control it spiralled. Leaving him in the cold, confused and hurt about what exactly, he wasn’t sure until he thought it over and over again.

“No, I’ve never been in love.” Vergil says softly, pushing out the word nearly stuck to his tongue.

Zevran nods slightly, otherwise still like a statue, face closed off, eyes careful and calculating.

“I’d like to think you’d tell me if you prefer to spend your nights with someone else. Even if we haven't been doing it ourselves.” A hint of bitterness in otherwise neutral tone and Vergil feels like a sizzling coal suddenly flares in his stomach. He’s seen her then. Going into Vergil’s room? Did they talk when they met in hallway? Vergil doesn’t ask, pang of irritation burning over Zevran even suggesting he’d cheat on him, when they weren’t sleeping together. Because he didn’t want to. And got annoyed when Vergil asked what it was about, getting spite and short, but confusing outburst for his prodding.

He can be civil about it, he thinks. He had time to cool down, mulling over the situation whenever he had a moment. Vergil doesn’t want to further break whatever he has now.

“It’s a guarantee. You said it yourself, hero always dies. I don’t want to die.”

Zevran shifts, chin tilted up. “Magic?”

“Blood magic. I don’t lay with women for fun.” He breathes in deep. “Three Wardens and sea of darkspawn before us. Getting to archdemon in one piece is near to impossible.”

“Even with armies you gathered?”

Vergil picks up on hem of his shirt, fingers idly brushing the material. “It has to be Warden who strikes the dragon.”

“For no one else to grab the glory?” Zevran’s tone caustic and Vergil glances up at narrowed eyes.

“No. To end it once and for good.” He turns to lean his back on wall of small tower, narrow pathway on castle’s roof clear before him. “You’re clever, you can figure things out without me spelling them for you.”

“And what if I don’t like the outcome?”

She was right, Vergil thinks. Zevran cares enough to-

Morrigan really sees more than he’d like to admit to himself.

“I won’t turn back now.” He swallows, throat suddenly dry. “It will work. I know it. We just have to be close enough.”

They are silent, looking at each other, shadows playing on their faces. Water laps down under where they’re sitting and a wet chill wafting with breeze makes him shudder, so he wraps his arms around himself.

“I don’t know if…” He’s at loss of words. Biting at his lip, mildly frustrated, running his hand through his hair keeping it off his face. There are things he’d like to say, should say, but they keep his throat tight, while his heart runs wild. He feels like he had run out of time for sentiments, constant fear of what if it will get taken away hidden deeply, locked until it resurfaced when someone worth his while appeared, when he hasn’t kept it casual and got attached. Is this love, when it’s dependency and craving? Doubt in every step in unknown territory? And yet he wants.

“I am aware I shouldn’t have pushed you like I did back then,” He starts anew. “When you said you weren’t in mood.”

Zevran scoffs, bowing his head. “No, you shouldn’t. Still,” he sighs as he looks up, sitting cross legged before him. “I took my anger on you.”

“I wasn’t gentle either. Do you-” Vergil licks his lips, inwardly cursing the stutter in his voice. Say it, he berates himself. Say it or lose it, because you are afraid of what will happen if you reach for what’s at your fingertips already. He gets lost for a moment in dark golden eyes watching him patiently, anticipation hanging in the air like that specific smell before lightning strike.

He has never felt this clumsy with words before, rushing what he wants to say before he thinks it over. “I care about you, much more that I thought I’m able. Should to. It’s not easy for me to-,” he mutters before he stares at Zevran with determination as he’d face a dragon head on. “I want you by my side for as long as possible.”

“Are you asking me for future?”

“Yes.”

“Then you have it,” Zevran says breathily, “if I have yours,” and Vergil feels something in his chest flutter, slow smile spreading on his face, most likely mirroring the one on Zevran’s lips. Up this close Vergil sees soft lines in corners of his eyes when he grins.

His knuckles brush over Zevran’s cheek before his wrist is held in gentle yet firm grasp, the same fate meeting his other hand reaching for Zevran’s arm. Preventing him from touching him and he frowns, mouth opening up to ask why, stopping when Zevran shuffles forward on his knees and he parts his legs for him. He lets go of Vergil’s hands and he rests them lightly on his upper arms, tip of Zevran’s nose cold on his neck, hot brush of his lips teasing his skin. “You smell like her,” low whisper tickles his ear.

“Then make me smell like you.”

He smirks at hitch in Zevran’s breath and hisses at teeth closing gently at tip of his ear. “I’m a selfish man, you should be careful with what you offer.”

Vergil nudges at underside of his jaw, hands curling at Zevran’s back and shoulder, “Then you should take it before it’s gone.”

He grunts when his back collides with wall behind him with force of Zevran’s body pressing at his, but he tilts his head up to keep up with kiss, urgent and messy. Vergil clings to Zevran, fingers clinging to his shirt, seeking skin when Zevran bites and licks at his neck. Touch insistent and quick, they fumble with their clothes to get rid of what is in the way and Vergil doesn’t have to coax Zevran to be rough, because he doesn’t want slow and comfortable, he wants to feed this raw need rushing through their veins.

Hurried spell, choked gasps, impatient growl and wiggle of hips and Vergil gets what he wanted. The wall is cold and scratchy at his back where his shirt has ridden up, but he ignores it, focusing on thick drag of cock in his ass. Grinding down when Zevran thrusts up, panting into his open mouth, almost catching his lips and groaning when he’s denied. Zevran smirks as he leans back, not much space for movement when Vergil’s thighs are over his. Zevran on his knees, bending back as Vergil’s hand on his nape squeezes and pulls on his hair. He gives as much as he takes, squirming and clawing, mouthing at skin under his lips and offering his throat for bruising. At that moment Vergil feels more alive than he did in weeks and the wicked gleam he sees in Zevran’s eyes says that it isn’t so different for him.

It ends faster than it normally does, both of them breathing hard and sweaty, hair in disarray, clothes half taken off, skin chafed and scraped. Dull pain in Vergil’s lower back slowly starts overcoming the pleasure, combined evidence of it a mess on his stomach and fabric of his shirt. He tips his head back with a long sigh, hand idly petting base of Zevran’s skull as he rests heavily on him, squishing him further into the wall and Vergil weakly pushes at him when breath leaves his lungs.

Zevran pulls back, reluctantly, and they sort themselves out in silence, stealing a peck or two. “Two elves fucking on a roof,” Zevran murmurs and it catches Vergil off guard, amused huff turning into full blown laughter when Zevran starts to laugh as well. He has to lean on Zevran, less he will really tumble down and drown in the lake, legs still unsteady and there are tears in his eyes, ones he wipes as soon as they appear. He lets Zevran nuzzle at his neck for a moment, hiding a rumble of a chuckle when he composes himself enough to be ready to walk down the stairs.

“Where’s your necklace?” Zevran asks, voice low and raspy. The one with my earring is heavily implied, as he eyes the lone chain of Vergil’s joining pedant on his neck.

“I left it in behind in case you wanted it back, so you’d have to fight me over it.”

They walk down narrow staircase, Vergil’s hand on the wall to keep himself balanced.

“Ah clever, I’d have to turn to thievery to get it,” Zevran’s arm slips around his waist as soon as they’re in sparsely lit hallway. There’s no one on the floor, the silence broken by their steps, muffled on thin carpet and he allows himself to rest his hand on Zevran’s hip.

“Would you want it back?” he asks glancing at him, silently dreading the answer. They stop at the door to Vergil’s room and Zevran reaches out to run his fingers on long strand of hair over Vergil’s shoulder, wincing slightly at a tangle catching.

“No. I’d rather you keep it anyway. But,” a smile plays at his lips, lifting up the seriousness of his words, “that dilemma is behind us already.” There’s a voiceless question in his eyes and tone and Vergil nods, feeling the strain from his shoulders lifting a bit. His back won’t forgive him the rough treatment from earlier and he already starts feeling sorry for himself, given they catch few hours of sleep before they have to be up.

“Come on, we need sleep,” he murmurs tugging at Zevran’s hand and he goes after him willingly, rubbing at his eye. “Now that you mention it…”

The doors close after them, basking the hallway in haunted silence.

#ZevWarden Week 2020 #Zevran x Surana #Zevran x m!Warden #Angst #Smut #Vergil x Zevran #Vergil Surana #Zevran #WardenTxt #one more to gooo xD #also warning for Vergil admitting he has feelings -gasp-#he surprised me as well #but if I hc it's 2 years of Blight #he had time to mature a bit #a bit

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hopewrought · 3 years

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@guideinferno said: ( SECRET ) || seduction meme

Heels clack on cobblestone as she hurries through the dimly lit streets, pausing only to glance both ways and be sure they truly are empty before making her move. Approaching one of their usual meeting spots, Bethany cannot see him but she feels him, allowing herself to be tugged by the ethereal thread of his presence that draws a smile to her lips. When he steps out of the shadows she sprints the last few feet, colliding with him in a fond hug and squeezing him tightly before reaching up to tug at his ascot and pull him down into a gentle kiss that, delicate as it is, still makes her heart leap. Even this almost chaste contact makes a hunger rise in her and she allows herself the indulgence of running a hand up his chest, parting her lips to deepen the kiss with a needy whine. She burns for him, and when they break apart for air her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright. There is a glow about her.

"Sorry I'm late," her apology is earnest and breathless as she loops her arm through his and allows him to lead. "It wasn't by choice. Mother has been watching me like a hawk lately, I swear she suspects something." She has not been caught sneaking out yet but Leandra has noticed her being more distracted lately. Daydreaming. Bethany had refuted it as being more tired than usual -- which is truth, the late-night excursions with Vergil are not without toll -- and the occasional bout of nausea that surely must be from the stress of hiding something so significant from her family. "I can't afford her finding anything out. Or the Order catching me." She means both the cavorting outside of wedlock, and her use of magic.

What good is power if it is not also freedom? Vergil silently wonders. Her life is a gilded cage, but she carries within her a force that could level cities. The Order would burn to ash just as easily as the rest. "Why not do as you please? You are strong enough that nobody should be able to stop you."

Her gaze drops to the ground with a small sense of shame. "It's not that simple. I'm afraid. And more than that, I don't want to have to use my magic to force things to be the way that I desire. That would prove them right when they say people like me are monsters. Hiding what I am and playing along in my role keeps my friends and family safe." Bethany exhales slowly, watching as her breath curls up into the cool night air, too nervous to meet his eyes. "Do you think me weak for that?"

Understanding dawns. The cage is the price she pays for still getting to have her loved ones. To remain in their society unchallenged and possessing a place in it. Having been estranged from both so long, they are factors he'd failed to consider, and ultimately his situation is not one he would wish on her. Covering her hand with one of his own, he refutes the notion. "No. You are not weak."

It is strange, to live in Fortuna all her life and yet to have been in complete ignorance of the things that reside beneath her feet, or that are tucked away in unassuming places. He takes her to a strange underground area where the air is musty, architecture unfamiliar. Apparently a place where his father, Lord Sparda, had stashed some things away. Her eye is immediately drawn to a wall that stands out from the rest, a different colour to the surrounding stone and thrumming with a kind of magic that is so powerful it practically sings to her. It appears to be a door, albeit with no clear lock mechanism nor a place for a key. Her gaze sweeps around, evaluating. Layers of dust coat everything and hang in the air. It has clearly had no visitors for years besides Vergil himself, the dust disturbed only on a nearby table where a random collection of items lay. Supplies she assumes he brought as part of figuring out this mystery; books, pens, paper and other miscellaneous paraphernalia.

Something draws her attention back to the bespelled wall and curiosity gets the best of her. She reaches out to touch it. The contact is rebuffed, and Bethany lets out a startled yelp and pulls back but is otherwise unhurt, merely suffering a stinging sensation. "Well, it's magic, but it doesn't seem to like me." She notes. The mage then probes from a distance, testing its barrier first with fire and ice, looking for a weak point; then with telekinesis in the hope there is something she might be able to manipulate safely. Vergil touches it himself which results in a click, then a panel sliding open. Bethany notes faint staining in the grooves which she can tell are not rust.

The magic feels expectant now. It wants something. Calls for it.

"...I think I need some of your blood." Bethany ventures hesitantly. Vergil removes one of his gloves with an indifferent air, offering up his palm to her, expression neutral. Bethany stares back in mild incredulity. "You would let me bleed you, just like that?"

He gives her a look as if that were a ridiculous thing to ask. "Of course."

She knows he trusts her, and she him, but had expected some pushback or at least a question as to what she was planning to try. A small knife is produced from a sheath under her skirts and she takes his hand in one of hers, holding it above a small bowl. Father had always warned her against dabbling in blood magic, but surely if it is freely offered then what could be the harm? After taking a moment to numb his palm a little to minimize pain, Bethany raises the blade... and pauses.

"I can't do it." She can't bring herself to harm him, even with his consent and the necessity. Bethany is no stranger to blood nor violence; this is not a matter of squeamishness. It is an absolute lack of desire to hurt him. There is a sort of purity in how innocently she balks. Vergil has no such reservations and takes it from her to open his own veins.

"I think that's enough." Bethany suggests once it is filled sufficiently. With a handkerchief she delicately cleans the cut, marvelling as it closes before her very eyes. Such a wound on her own flesh would take weeks to heal without magical intervention and likely given how deeply he went, result in permanent damage. "More and more I learn how incredible you are," she murmurs with quiet respect. If only she knew the true extent of all that he has survived.

She pours the blood into the grooves with care. Something groans and clicks. The magic feels sated, but is yet incomplete. Bethany reaches out metaphysically, pushing back back against the enchantment with her willpower and mana. Blood is the key. Her skill is what will turn it. Odd symbols swim before her vision, too fast to comprehend on a conscious level yet she is able to grab a brush and replicate them on the stone using what remains of Vergil's blood before the impressions behind her eyes fade completely. It is absorbed into the surface, something snaps and she feels the protective force shatter like a physical thing, stirring her hair and sending a chill down her spine as a vertical line cracks open. "I think it's done." Bethany states, slightly dazed from the magical blowback. She feels an odd light headedness for a few moments and clutches at Vergil to steady herself to which he obliges her silent distress by curling an arm around her.

When her equilibrium is restored it comes with a rush of adrenaline and triumph. “We did it!” she glows with pride. An incredible accomplishment to have cracked it open with something so experimental. “I didn’t think I had the strength to break the spellwork of Sparda himself.” To do such a thing was probably blasphemy, but far from her first transgression so it is difficult to raise even a specter of guilt for it.

Her fingers tangle with his. They are both eager to explore what has been uncovered but crave to explore each other too; and a quiet look passes between them before their lips crash together and hands begin to wander.

#guideinferno #what if we kissed 👉👈 in one of sparda's secret vaults haha j/k unless #( drabble tag )#( this wasnt really a seduction thing so much as a plot idea that got away from me but ohwell )

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blueroseblaze · 4 years

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Please Don’t Take Her (Part 1)

Word Count: 1764

WARNINGS: angst, blood, pregnancy complications

Tags: @dylan-o-yumm

“That’s it!” Nero said one day after getting home from another odd job. Only to find you curled in on yourself on the couch groaning in pain vomiting up your small lunch, “I’m not taking anymore! Dante and the rest can handle whatever freakshow comes to town next! I’m not leaving you again until the twins are born, and I know you’re okay!”

Every week your pregnancy went on you only felt worse. You originally chocked it up to this being the first time you’ve ever been pregnant. But after eight and a half months of pain and sickness and heavy bleeding, you were growing ever more worried. Every kick your twins gave you felt like shockwaves through your bones. Every stair you went up was its own mountain. Almost every meal ended up in the toilet or the waste bin.

Your eyes were heavy every time you woke up. You were barely able to keep them open throughout the day. The handful of hours of sleep you had gotten the past few weeks pulled them down like anchors. You grimaced and groaned with every adjustment of your position, every muscle ached and every nerve in your abdomen twisted a screamed in agony.

And if that wasn’t enough you had also been bleeding all throughout your pregnancy. You didn’t like waking up Nero in the middle of the night for him to carry you to the bathroom to use the toilet and change your liners and then carry you back to bed. But you had no other choice feeling as weak as you did.

Poor Nero. Every time he came home from a job he had about a single minute of respite before the stress of the job morphed into the stress or your wellbeing. You begged him not to worry about you, to take a break or get some sleep but he refused. The only time he would hold still was when he would finally fall asleep with you in his arms, hand on your swollen belly protecting your babies.

You flinched away from his yelling as it rattled in your brain. You know he didn’t mean to yell and make you feel worse. He was stressed, exhausted, and worried. How could you blame him?

“Nero,” you said hoarsely as he kept ranting.

“And when all this is said and done, I’m gonna have a little chat with Dante to figure out where all my money disappeared to!”

“Nero!” you called a little louder, but he didn’t listen.

“And fucking Vergil-! “

“NERO!”

You finally managed to get his attention. You winced as you went to stand, only for him to lightly push you back down to the couch.

“I know you’re worried,” you said as you got more comfortable, “I am too, but you have to calm down. You’re going to have a stroke and nothing good will come from both of us being useless.”

His brow furrowed and he sighed, taking a seat next to you in the couch. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I just don’t know what to do. I hate watching you be in so much pain.”

You smiled at your husband, “I know, but you’re doing all that you can, and I’m thankful. I wouldn’t be able to do this without you.”

“Same here,” he said, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

You intertwined your fingers with his, leaning your head on his shoulder and softly saying, “We’re almost there. Just a few more weeks, then we can bring Credo and Vivien home.”

Nero couldn’t fight the smile growing on his face, and he leaned into your touch, his free hand going to rub your belly and his lips pressing soft kisses against your throbbing temple. If there was one thing that gave him pause and made him smile nowadays, it was the words “our babies,” “the twins,” or their names.

“You should get some rest,” he whispered, “Doctor’s orders.”

“Or is it Nero’s orders?”

He rolled his eyes before standing, looping his arms under your legs and around your back. He cradled you in his arms effortlessly even with the extra weight, and after a tender moment in your living room, he made his way to put you to bed. You were looking forward to getting some shut-eye. Hoping that you would eventually get better.

A few nights later…

You were lying with Nero in bed, his arms wrapped protectively around you and your head nestled into his shoulder. You were deep in sleep when you suddenly awoke, noticing the pain in your abdomen. You gasped and breathed quietly. You had felt pain in your belly all throughout your pregnancy, but this was different.

It was dull but very present, and it was deep inside you. You felt a volley of sensations, hot flashes, and cold shivers, tightening and loosening muscles, the quickening of your heartbeat and uneven breaths. And the pain the racked your body. In your exhaustion, all these feelings melded together making you delirious and your mind foggy. You tried to speak to Nero, but you found you couldn’t find the words. You were kicking and struggling in the sheets, lightly kicking at your husband to get him to wake up. Your legs felt sticky and you worried your water had broken. Even in your tired and incoherent state, you knew it was still early.

Without thinking you reached down under your covers, tracing down your stomach and legs to your pajama shorts. You felt moisture and quickly pulled your hand back up.

Through the moonlight coming through your bedroom window, you could see your hand stained darkly with blood. This was enough to snap you out of your woozy state just enough to finally call to Nero. You grabbed him with your clean hand, jostling him awake. He looked down at you in worry, his face puzzled with how harshly you woke him.

“Nero,” you said quietly and weakly, feeling tears prick at your eyes, “Something’s wrong.”

You held your bloodied hand for him to see, and he stared at it only for a moment before jumping up and ripping the covers off you. You both stared in abject horror at the amount of blood that coated your legs and the bedsheets. A large stain of near black that covered your skin. You tightened up in pain. Shivering at the cold air you were now exposed to.

“Fuck!” Nero hissed as he sprung up from the bed, diving for the light switch. The room illuminated causing your eyes to close with the assault of light. Nero stood at the foot of your bed surveying the situation trying to think of what to do. His chest heaved with panicked breaths and he raked his fingers violently through his hair.

“Nero what’s happening?” you cried in pain, you could still feel the blood coming out you in dangerous amounts. You were starting to feel even woozier.

“I don’t know!” he snapped coming over to you, he cradled your head in his hands, looking into your eyes with clear sincerity, “But it’s going to be okay. You’re all going to be okay.”

Nero’s panicked face morphed into a stern look of focus as he gathered the bloodied sheets and bunched them up. He spread your legs, pausing a moment in shock at just how much blood was spread over your legs before placing the crumbled blankets in between them. He held your knees together tightly, leaning over you, looking you dead in the eyes.

“Don’t move I’ll be right back.”

He then left the room against your weak protests, you laid there trying to control your rapid breaths, with what little mental fortitude you had left. You stared up at the ceiling and you watched as patterns and amorphous shapes danced across your vision. The light you still hadn’t grown used to still assaulted your eyes, burning them and you tried desperately to keep them open, no matter how much they wanted to fall closed.

You didn’t look at Nero as he ran back into the room, or when he scooped you up carefully in his arms. You know he carried you through the apartments and towards the front door. But more and more the world blurred together into a cacophony of muffled sounds and nebulous sights. You clung to your husband, not wanting to let go when he set you in the passenger seat of the Devil May Cry van.

That’s right¸ you thought, Nico let us have the van incase I went into labor.

You felt the vehicle roar to life as Nero peeled out on to the streets. His hand found yours and he held it tightly, you saw his wedding ring glint int the streetlights as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Nero…”

“Hush baby, don’t worry… We’ll be there soon… We’ll get you help…” you could hear the cracking in his voice as he grew more and more frantic.

The drive was a blur. You remember Nero picking up the phone on the van’s dash and yelling at someone on the other line. What he yelled and to who you don’t remember, but you did remember him no even caring that the phone didn’t land on the hook when he hung up. You remember the streetlamps as they passed over the van as you drove through the empty streets. The steady flow of light and darkness, giving the city a pulse to match the one you heard in your ears.

The van jerked to a stop, and Nero rushed out the driver’s side over to you. As he held you, you felt one of his arms squeeze your legs, still keeping the bloody sheets between them. You could hear him call out even as your mind began to pull you away from the noises.

“Somebody please help!” he cried, “My wife is pregnant and she’s bleeding!”

A flurry of muddled voices and faces flooded your senses. You felt yourself being ripped from Nero’s arms, you wanted to go back to him. You felt safe in his embrace no matter how panicked. You limply reached out to him as you were carried away. You could see him being held back as he kept screaming at the hospital staff.

What’s going to happen to me? You thought, Nero, please help, what’s happening? Please save them, Nero! Save our babies!

And you could see the tears running down his cheeks as you were pulled away from him, and into darkness.

to be continued...

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shianhygge-imagines · 5 years

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[DMC Reactions] S/O Sacrifice

AN: Ooooh Angst. So early in the morning :D I’m writing this in an internet cafe.

Also, I’m sorry, but the first thing that came to mind when I read the request was the scene above where Dante’s VA had the voice crack. lmao

Real talk though. Vergil and Dante’s part is longer because I feel like they would be the two that would slip up this badly where their lover would sacrifice themself. V and Nero are too responsible.

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Dante

Dante had gotten too cocky while fighting multiple opponents, again.

Not that it should surprise you too much, but he’d allowed too many of the demons to land hits on him, and his clothes were practically littered with holes from the weapons skewering him...

His s/o had been by his side since the beginning, so it was a given that they’d tagged along with Dante to a new gig

Dante didn’t see the scissors waiting to snip his pretty head off, but you did.

In the blink of an eye, you’d parried the blow aimed at you and had sprinted across the room to shove Dante out of the way.

Dante turned as he tumbled towards the ground, and his eyes widened helplessly as you smiled, the scissor edges closing in at the perfect height to your neck.

snip... thud

It was like a car accident happening in slow motion, and Dante wasn’t able to look away... wasn’t able to pull the miracle that he was known for.

The world stopped spinning as Dante stared, face ashen as his lover’s head rolled away, and their body fell on top of his. A bad dream, Dante thought absently as he gripped your still body. It’s just a bad dream.

“I’m going to wake up, and Y/N will be sleeping right next to me.”

Dante blinked once... twice... and pinched himself... nothing.

The Death Scissor cackled maniacally, reveling in its kill.

“Not real. It’s not real,” Dante muttered, “Y/N... wake me up.”

You didn’t move... and Dante didn’t wake... his face scrunched up as he stood, sobbing as he pulled Rebellion out, an inconsolable rage consuming him.

Maybe if he killed the Death Scissor, he’d wake up...

Neither of you woke up.

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Vergil

Vergil had been too obsessed with some fascinating/challenging opponent that he forgot to watch your back.

In the brief lapse of his attention, you’d been swarmed by lesser demons

Although you were much stronger than the runts, you started to have trouble from the immense number of them

“Vergil!” You’d called, jumping away from one demon’s attack only to have to evade another. The screeches of dying demons rose above your cry for help and you cursed your luck as you rolled out of the way to jump over the seemingly endless horde of demons.

Ahead, Vergil was taking on a demon that resembled a Chimera, though far too ugly for you to admire. It seemed as if your lover was having a ton of fun, his smirk noticeable from even where you stood.

The Chimera howled in pain as Vergil assaulted its torso with swift cuts from the Yamato, and suddenly the lesser demons turned their attention away from you, scurrying to protect their master, hundreds of them sprinting after Vergil... wanting... needing to tear the older son of Sparda apart.

Even though Vergil hadn’t had your back, you had his.

It didn’t take much for you to beat the horde in the race to Vergil, most of the demons were considerably sluggish compared to your agility.

You were suddenly stood between the horde of demons and Vergil, blade and gun drawn, ready to take on the forces of the underworld to prevent them from interrupting Vergil’s fun.

Slowly but surely, however, you began to wear down, unable to keep up with the seemingly endless number of demons that spawned from nowhere. One misstep was all it took for the demons to overwhelm you, pouncing, and burying you underneath their blows.

“Vergil!” You tried to call for your lover, reaching a hand out to him from within the swarm. Vergil, too consumed with his challenge, didn’t turn around.

All around, you could only see black shadows and glowing red eyes. There was no blue to save you.

Vergil grinned as he cut down the Chimera, flicking the Yamato free of blood before turning to look for your proud and loving eyes.

What Vergil saw instead, was the swarm of demons seemingly piled on top of a limp figure. The grin disappeared from the older son of Sparda as dread and rage overflowed. There was a flash of blue as Vergil entered his Devil Trigger, mowing down the lesser demons as if they were merely ants.

Once the pests were cleared, Vergil was able to reach your body, kneeling in his beautiful demonic form to lift your body, holding it to his as he called to you, hopeful that you would open your eyes and continue to breath.

After a few seconds, it became glaringly obvious to Vergil that you would never smile at him again.

After so many years of hiding his emotions away, Vergil felt his eyes burn, and allowed the tears to fall, his whole body shaking as he sobbed.

“I’m sorry.” Vergil apologized, clutching your body close and knowing that it was his fault for selfishly leaving your side.

“Don’t leave me alone, Y/N. Please.”

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Nero

Nero had insisted that you stay out of the fight, quite sure that the giant demon before him was too much for you.

I mean, you resented that Nero seemed to think so little of your skills (you could probably take on a greater demon because of your demon lineage), but you weren’t a fool to see that Nero obviously cared.

He’d never want to see you hurt.

But that’s a sentiment you both shared.

And you knew that Nero had a tendency to run his mouth during fights, probably acting a little too much like Dante at times... so you had a right to worry...

Though admittedly, Nero didn’t have a habit of getting stabbed with his own sword like Dante did, he still got too cocky and reckless.

And while Nero fought the giant, you were forced to keep a good distance away... and by a good distance away, that meant you were with Nico in the van... pretty much across the map

The giant demon was similar to the Goliath that Nero killed, but its hide was too thick for his Red Queen to simply slice through and its tail was long with something akin to a stinger... All too quickly, he’d run out of Devil Breakers, and was forced on the defense, no doubt charging his Devil Trigger.

Nico was sleeping, as she usually did when waiting for Nero to finish his fights, but you kept a keen eye on your lover.

A flash of blue was all you needed to alert you that Nero had used his Devil Trigger, but as you watched him fight, you noticed that while Nero gave the demon a beating, he couldn’t get his attacks to pierce through the hide.

“Tch... should’ve brought a Helter Skelter.” You mused, getting up from your seat to get to the workshop in the back of the van.

You took a Helter Skelter and a Ragtime from the hooks, making a mental note to pay Nico back, before grabbing your guns and bursting out of the van.

Activating your own Devil Trigger, you practically flew across the map to stop the Giant from landing a solid hit on Nero.

“Y/N, what the hell? I told you to stay back!”

Holding the Giant’s fist in place with one hand, you threw the two Devil Breakers at Nero, “Here, you dingus! Gotta pierce its hide before you can kill the thing!”

“I don’t need your help! Now get back to the van!”

“Don’t need help, my ass! Weren’t you the one that made a big deal about being called a ‘dead weight’? How could you think I’d be fine just standing around and twiddling my-”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your question. The giant pulled its fist back and rammed it towards your unsuspecting form, throwing you up into the air as its tail whipped forward, skewering you through the stomach.

“Y/N!”

You grit your teeth, knowing that you might survive if Nero finished the fight fast enough. “Damn it, Nero! Just kill the damn thing!”

Angry with the need to protect you, Nero was able to activate his Devil Trigger once more, fusing the Ragtime with his arm and slowing time. A blink, and suddenly you were no longer skewered, finding yourself in Nero’s arms as he walked away from the giant demon’s lifeless body.

“My hero” you teased, feeling the hole in your stomach already start to close.

“You’re an idiot.”

“But you love me for it!”

Nero placed a kiss to the crown of your head, an affectionate grin on his face. “I do.”

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“But don’t you dare do that again!” :|

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Despite V’s hesitance, he’d let you fight by his side, knowing that you had his back (and he yours).

Unlike the other Sparda Boys, V all but abandons full-time demon hunting after he meets you. Yes, you can totally kick ass, but with his growing feelings towards you, V has been made to wonder if there is an end to the conflict that he has been a part of his entire life.

So, V settled down with you, giving up the demon hunting business with you so that you two could have a future that would last. After all, the world had Vergil, Dante, and Nero as full time demon hunters, they didn’t need V.

Still, there are times where it was inevitable that you and V would have to fight demons.

It is one of these times where you and V were forced to fight against the forces of the underworld, that you and V found yourselves outnumbered and swarmed.

You could probably go a lot longer than was needed, but V was tiring rather quickly having to dodge the enemy attacks so much. The enemy forces were nearly gone, but V had started to get clumsy, trying to conserve energy as much as he could.

Even though Shadow, Griffon, and Nightmare did their best to keep their eyes on V, you couldn’t help the way your eyes followed him as you fought. You just wanted to be sure that V was safe.

And then... V dodged left when he should have had Griffon carry him out of the mess surrounding him.

A demon managed to land a blunt attack on V, sending him stumbling forward into another blunt attack, but you were already there to parry the blow, signalling Griffon to carry your lover out of the sticky situation.

So intent on helping V, you didn’t see the blade aimed at you. A cry of pain... from your lips or V’s you didn’t know. And you were thrown into the awaiting blades of other lesser demons.

V could hear your screams from where Griffon had carried him. He was exhausted, but used what remained of his energy to summon Nightmare, his only thought and intent: to save you.

It didn’t take much for the combined efforts of Nightmare, Shadow, and Griffon to decimate the enemies attacking you, clearing a path so that V could reach your battered, but still breathing form.

“Why would you do that?” V demanded, using what little strength he had to prop you up in his arms, noting that your breathing was strained.

“Heh... I thought I could take them on... if it meant saving you.” You responded with a grimace.

“Next time, we fight together.” It was a firm statement, but it meant so much to you.

“Ha... sure...” you agreed without a fight... “Hey, V?”

“Hm?”

“When we go home... I want a bath.”

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izupie · 4 years

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If You And I Met

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Fandom: Devil May Cry

Genre: Gen

Relationships: Nero/Kyrie (Nerokiri) , Nero & Eva (family) , Eva & Dante & Vergil (family)

Other Tags: Talking, Eva is such a mom, Nero has very little chill, but he holds the Sparda braincell, Witch!Eva, Spirits, Eva meets Nero

Summary:

Nero considers Kyrie his family, of course, but he's keenly aware that there's nobody on earth who shares his blood, and he's struggling to understand his conflicting feelings of loss and belonging. Luckily there's someone out there who's been dying to meet him - ready to offer her unique kind of help. It's just a shame she's already dead.

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Thank you for your original inspiration for this post @sevi007 !

I deviated a little from where I thought it was going to go, but I rewrote the whole thing like twice and I’m happiest with this version~

Hope you like it! Thanks for letting me use your post as inspiration!

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By the time Nero wriggled into their bed he was aware that the sun would rise in a few short hours, but despite his aching, weary limbs he was determined to enjoy this brief moment with his girlfriend. Her auburn hair was always left loose in bed and he gently pushed it back from her face as he wound his arms around Kyrie’s waist and buried his nose into the soft skin between her neck and her shoulder, breathing deeply. She stirred slightly with a contented sigh and placed both of her hands over his.

“You smell good,” she whispered sleepily, leaning her head back to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

Nero laughed. “You wouldn’t have said that about an hour ago.”

He’d gotten especially good at sneaking back into the house after a demon hunt and showering off the grime and blood from the demons he’d killed, then cleaning down the whole bathroom afterwards – all while Kyrie was still sleeping.

He’d stripped off his dirty clothes and gear in the garage, but they could wait.

Nero knew he was still shower-warm, and a little damp, and he loved the way she pressed herself into his embrace to soak up the warmth – he happily obliged and held her completely flush against him; her back nestled into his front. He kissed her neck and he could feel her slow pulse beneath his lips. Kyrie’s scent, her pulse, the feel of her in his arms… it was grounding. He was both Nero the demon hunter; fearlessly (recklessly) revelling in the thrill of battle, the buzz of his demon powers under his skin and the revving of his sword as it sliced through demon flesh, but he was also Nero the boyfriend; who tenderly kissed his perfect girlfriend’s neck, lived for the feel of her soft skin beneath his (human) hands, whispered ‘I love you’s through the darkness to her and cleaned demon gore out of the base of the shower because she worked hard to keep the house clean and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

He wasn’t sure how he had ended up walking the thin line between both worlds, but sometimes it felt like a tiny tip in either direction would destroy the balance he had.

Kyrie held onto his hands tightly. (Her gentle hands that had never even held a weapon.)

Nero slid his fingers between hers, entwining them. He didn’t want to tell her that it was getting harder to transform his right arm back into human flesh after his hunts. He was using his demonic powers more readily now; it gave him the strength to do anything, but every time he used his devil trigger the arm that had once been the devil bringer would stay grey and scaled and clawed until he focused enough energy to turn it back. Was it because he was using his powers too much? He was worried that one day it wouldn’t change back at all, and he’d be stuck with a demon arm again. Kyrie didn’t deserve that.

“You’re frowning, Nero” Kyrie mumbled.

“What?”

“I can feel it on my neck. What happened? You’re okay, aren’t you?”

Nero couldn’t see her, with her head facing away from him, but he could hear the concern thick in her voice.

“Yeah… Yeah I’m okay, baby.”

“Are you sure? It was a longer hunt than usual, is everything… alright?”

Nero let out a huff that was half amusement, half resignation. He could never hide anything from her. He’d tried, but she always found out in the end. Even when it was something ridiculous like when he’d accidentally knocked over one of her favourite vases in the hallway after he’d come back from a hunt one night. She’d told him that he had a guilty line between his eyebrows, and had pressed her fingertip there on and off throughout the day with a knowing smile, like all she had to do was wait it out and he’d cave and confess.

She was right, of course.

“Just demon things,” Nero eventually admitted softly, “y’know I actually wish those idiot brothers were still around so I could talk to ‘em about it.”

What? He hadn’t meant to say that at all. Where did that come from?

“Mm,” Kyrie hummed in agreement, but the sound was like a confirmation of something deeper. “Your family.”

“Fuck ‘em.” Nero gritted his teeth and felt his frown intensify. “My real family’s right here.”

Kyrie shuffled in his embrace, so he let his grip loosen to let her turn around to face him. He had no problem seeing the concern sharpening her gentle features, his part demon heritage gave him incredible night-vision, but he could see her eyes roaming across his face in the darkness, trying to make out his expression. She cupped his cheek with her hand.

“It’s okay to miss them, they’re part of your blood, Nero.” Kyrie whispered, knowing the topic still left him feeling emotionally conflicted. “But please, if you’re worried- I want you to know that I’ll listen. I mean, I know I can’t really do anything to help but-”

Nero scoffed. “Kyrie. You help me all the time. Seriously, just by being here- I couldn’t have done any of this without you.” He rested his forehead against hers and breathed her scent in deeply. “I love you- y’know that right? And I never want to hear you say that you don’t do anything to help me.” His voice was rougher than he intended, all raw emotion and exposed edges in the darkness, but he meant every word.

She used the hand still on Nero’s cheek to guide their mouths together, giving him a light gentle kiss. Her lips were smiling against his and her voice was full of affection when she replied, “I love you too. Always. I just want you to know that you can tell me if you’re worried about anything. We can talk about it.”

Nero hesitated too long. He knew it would be obvious he was keeping something from her. He sighed. “Tomorrow,” he promised, “we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.” Kyrie kissed his nose.

“That’s all I need,” Nero breathed, pulling her close to his chest again.

Kyrie snuggled into his arms and whispered so softly that she almost lost the words in her breath, “They’ll come back you know.”

“Yeah? Who will?”

“Mm. Your father. Your uncle. They’ll come back for you.”

Nero let out one bitter laugh as a snort out of his nose. It still felt weird to consider them like that. “Y’sure?”

Her breathing had evened out and slowed so much that Nero thought she’d fallen asleep, but she murmured a gentle, “Women’s intuition,” and he had to stop himself from laughing in case it woke her up.

His uncle and his… father… The Sparda family…

Nero’s overwhelming love for Kyrie and his confusing, fragile love for his newly discovered family warmed his chest as he felt himself finally drift off into sleep.

When Nero opened his eyes, it felt clear that he was dreaming. He was fully clothed, it was daytime, and he was sitting on a swing, holding the metal chains tightly. Beside the swing set was a silver slide and a brightly painted climbing frame in a mixture of red and blue. He looked around but the little park was surrounded by endless bright green grass as far as he could see. No trees. No buildings. No roads. Just blue sky and green grass and the child’s play park equipment. It didn’t bother him as much as he felt it should.

“Hello, Nero.” A voice spoke gently from the other swing and made him jump.

Nero had always been able to sense the presence of others, so it threw him off that someone had caught him unaware. His head whipped around to the woman now sitting in the swing beside him. “What the- Trish? What are you…”

The woman was so tall that it should have been strange to see her in such a tiny swing, but it only accentuated her long legs as she crossed them over and leaned forward, holding the chains either side of her like he was. She smiled and her whole face brightened. “No, but I can see why you’d make the mistake.”

Her long blonde hair was pushed over one shoulder and her dress was very clearly not something Trish would wear. Too conservative. Not enough skin on show. Nero knew that Trish had been created to clone the appearance of Dante’s mom. So that meant…

“You’re, uh- no way… Can’t be. It’s not possible.” His brow furrowed so hard that he knew there’d be deep lines on his forehead.

“Says the son of a half-demon,” the woman said playfully. “Grandson of the great demon knight Sparda.”

“Shit,” Nero muttered. “What the hell.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You can’t be...”

She nodded her head with barely concealed excitement. “Look, I know what you’re thinking...” She made a calming motion with her hands before a string of loud curses could escape his lips. “But I swear, this isn’t a dream.” She pursed her lips. “Or, well, it is a dream. But not in the way that makes it not real.”

Nero took a deep breath and ran a hand through his short hair. “Shit. Really? You’re Dante and Vergil’s…? My…?”

“I’m Eva. It’s nice to meet you, grandson.” Eva reached an elegant hand over, offering for Nero to shake.

He left it hanging.

Her smile was undeterred, and she lunged up to ruffle his hair with her ignored hand instead. He ducked his head away out of her reach with a spluttered curse.

“Oh, Sparda was right,” she said with a twinkling laugh, “just like an angry kitten.”

“Hey, fu-”

“-Language,” Eva chastised, as she sat back down.

If Nero had any suspicions that this was some kind of trick – that the woman sitting beside him wasn’t really his grandmother – her voice easily betrayed the kind of power that she was concealing inside; power enough to be a legendary demon knight’s wife and the mom of two half-demon idiot twins.

He’d not had a mom growing up, but he could sense that instinctive urge to obey her that the one simple reprimand had struck into him. Something older and more powerful than any demon powers out there. The bonds of family. Or obeying the lady with the mom-voice.

Her hands were folded in her lap and she threw him another smile.

His grandmother… His family…

Nero thought he heard the faint sounds of children’s laughter in the still air, but it disappeared before he could really register it. What was that?

He shook his head again. “How’s this happening?”

Eva waved a vague hand in the air. “Magic.”

Nero felt his eyebrows pull down even further.

“What?” she laughed. “You don’t believe in magic?”

“I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit-” (she clicked her tongue at his cursing) “-but it’s always been down to demonic powers. Always. Pulling a rabbit out of a hat? Nah. I’m not buying it.”

Eva looked around pointedly and Nero found himself following her gaze without realising it, not feeling the urge to keep an eye on her as if she was threat. Nothing about her set any of his demonic senses off, and everything about the park and the grass looked the same as before. Except he could swear that he heard the children’s laughter again.

“I don’t see any rabbits,” Eva whispered loudly after a long pause.

Nero cursed loudly with a scowl and made to get off the swing until she reached over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a playful smile on her lips. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

He settled back onto the plastic seat and felt some of the fight leave him as her expression softened. “I’m sorry for hijacking you like this. I know it must be confusing.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I don’t believe in magic or ghosts.”

Eva sighed deeply and looked across at the other equipment, her hands gripping onto each other tightly in her lap. Her lips thinned into a pained line.

Nero blinked. “Oh, shi- sorry. Uh…” He’d never met a dead person, but he assumed talking about them being dead was a bit of a sore subject, no matter how long ago it was.

She shook her head and closed her eyes. “No, it’s okay. I know.”

“So… you are a… ghost?” His voice was softer than he intended, filled with a childish curiosity he just couldn’t squash.

Eva snorted and laughed loudly, the hand that came up to cover her mouth did nothing to offset the undignified laughter bubbling out of her, and she nearly doubled over on her swing. Nero was reminded intensely of Dante.

“I know,” she repeated, when she’d regained her composure, “because it’s already happened. And it’s still yet to happen.” The measured way she refolded her hands into her lap reminded Nero of Vergil, and the quirk of her lips after her maddeningly riddle-like words made him think suddenly of V.

“What?” Nero finally choked out.

“That’s the funny thing about time,” she said brightly, as if that explained anything.

“That’s really-” Nero sighed with frustration, the sound nearly a growl, and he slumped slightly in his seat. “At least I know where V got it from. Okay, I’ll bite. If this is really happening, just tell me this: if I’m here, is Kyrie okay?”

“Yes, of course, it’s just a dream. You’re still there with her right now. You could wake up, if you wanted to.” There was a hesitant hitch in her voice, and it struck Nero that if this was really happening then this really was his blood-related grandmother. Sitting right there. He’d been involved in a lot of shit that shouldn’t be possible, what was one more to add to the list?

Nero thought he could hear faint voices within the children’s laughter that bubbled back into existence briefly, but it was so quiet that he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“So, magic’s real now too? I probably shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Magic is fickle at the best of times but add time into the mix and it all gets a little…” Eva let her voice trail away and waved both hands in the air. “Being here with you right now, I’m both the me I was and whatever’s left of me.”

“Huh.” Nero said. Not that it made any damn sense. “Then why the visit now?”

“It was time. I heard your conflicted soul, and here I am.”

Nero scowled again, feeling himself bristle at the implication of weakness.

“Don’t be a baby about it,” Eva said gently with a small smile.

“I’m not!”

“Look, families are there for each other. But also… I admit, I was just dying to meet you,” she added in an excited voice, “I’d seen you in flashes of the future before, but I’m so happy we got to meet face to face. I’m only sad the rest of the family can’t be here.”

Nero heard more of the children’s laughter and he rubbed his ears as he looked about at the empty landscape angrily. Seriously, what was that? “Yeah, could have been one big happy Sparda family reunion.”

“Wouldn’t that have been nice,” she sighed.

Nero wasn’t sure if she was purposefully ignoring his biting tone or if she just hadn’t realised that he was being half-sarcastic. (He didn’t want to admit to himself that being only half-sarcastic meant he was also half-serious.)

“Things in this family have never run smoothly, Nero, and I’m sorry about everything that’s happened to you.” Eva leaned over and placed a hesitant, gentle hand on his arm. “But here you are, and you’ve grown up into such a wonderful man, despite all the hardships you’ve faced.”

“Hardships…” Nero rolled the word around on his tongue. “Yeah, you could call it that.” In no way did that one word even begin to sum up the pain he had faced, but he could appreciate her sentiment – especially when she looked at him with so much pain twisting her beautiful face.

“I want you to know that even though I’m not there, and even if you feel absolutely nothing towards me, I’m still part of your blood and I’ll be with you always. Right here.” Eva’s eyes shone with sadness as she pointed to his chest. “I love you, and it breaks my heart that I couldn’t- I can’t be there for you. That I wasn’t there for my poor sons.”

Nero realised he was gripping the swing chain so hard that the links were groaning beneath his hands. He wasn’t sure what to do about the emotions that swirled in his chest; something warm was swelling within him but he also felt his grandmother’s pain reverberate with his own.

“I just wish we could have met under less ghostly circumstances. It’s all very much something out of an old gothic fairy tale, isn’t it? Typical for this family.” There was mischief and love ringing in Eva’s voice, and Nero realised she reminded him of both twins all at once, as if both brothers had latched onto a different facet of her personality and emulated it wholeheartedly. She seemed infuriatingly fun and serious at the same time, able to switch between the two effortlessly and unpredictably.

The thought stirred the warm affection in his chest, tugging on the familial bonds he felt wrapped around his heart. He wondered if he was like her in any way, or if he was like the grandfather he’d never met.

Nero rolled his shoulders and leaned back on the swing. “Do not start quoting books at me,” he finally replied with a single snort of a laugh, thinking fondly of the thin, tattooed man he had once thought of as his friend. (Before he’d found out it had been sort-of-kind-of his dad all along. Man, that was still really fucked up no matter how many times he went over it in his head.) “I don’t think I could take any more of that.”

Eva laughed. “Oh, Nero. You give me so much hope for this family.”

“I mean, I’m the only one left with any sense so…”

“Can’t argue with you there.” Eva shook her head. “Listen, I can’t see exactly what happens, my magic doesn’t work like that, but I feel a lot of love in your future, Nero. So much of it. A whole family full.” She gave him a playful smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes – just the same expression that he’d seen on Dante’s face before.

“A whole family full, huh?” He raised his eyebrows, but there was a fluttering in his stomach.

“She loves you, Nero. All of you,” she said pointedly, her gaze flicking down to his outstretched arms.

The fluttering feeling increased and he rubbed his nose just for something to do with his hands.

“Oh, you’re even cuter in person,” Eva enthused, with another attempt to ruffle his hair. “You remind me so much of-”

“-Don’t say Vergil.”

“-Both of them. I can see Sparda in you too. And I don’t just mean the white hair.”

Nero couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face before he could stop it.

Fucking idiot family.

There was a brief pause. A comfortable silence. Eva swung back and forth slightly, and the chains creaked with the movement. Children’s voices drifted in and out of clarity.

“They’ll come back you know,” Eva declared suddenly.

Nero blinked and shook his head. “Ugh, déjà vu. Why’s everyone think they’re just gonna magically walk back outta the underworld like they went out for some booze or something.”

“Because they’re Spardas,” she said simply. “They will come back. Look, I know my sons, they won’t admit that they need help, even when they do, and then they’ll act like you’ve personally offended them just because you’ve tried to help them and it seems like you’ve wasted your time…” She crinkled her long nose and pursed her lips, as if reliving very specific memories. “But sometimes they’ll even thank you for it. Sometimes.”

Nero let out a huff of amusement. “Yeah, sounds just like that pair of assholes.”

Eva dissolved into laughter at his precocious smirk. “I’ll let you have that one,” she said once she’d regained composure, her eyes narrowed protectively, dangerously, but a smile still on her face. “You’re a good person, Nero. I want you to know that. And I want to thank you, for not letting them kill each other.”

Nero ducked his head down and stared at his feet. “I just… didn’t want to lose any more family.”

The children’s voices he’d been hearing were suddenly clearer, as if the tuning on a radio had finally caught the right station, and Nero realised he could make words out between the laughter: “I win!”

“You do not win, you- you- fool! Take it back!”

“Nuh-uh, you heard the rules, no take backs. Means I win.”

“I’ll tell mother on you…”

“Ugh you’re such a lame-face!”

“We have the same face!”

Nero looked around wildly for the source of the voices, but there were still only himself and Eva on the swings. She sighed as she caught him rubbing at his ears again and pushed herself to her feet. The swing creaked as her tall frame left the seat and she dusted the back of her dress absently. “I think our time is running very short.”

Eva held out a hand which Nero thought was to offer to help pull him up, but as he reached for it, she lunged forward and ruffled his hair with both hands instead.

“Gotcha! You are the cutest grandson ever, I swear.”

“Hey- fuck- get off me-” But he didn’t put up much of a fight.

Eva pulled away with another twinkling laugh and she let him scramble to his feet. “I’m glad I got to meet you, Nero. You’ve got a kind heart under that scrappy front you put up – like all the males in this family. Cherish the love in your soul and know that you have people out there who care about you as much as you care for them, and that you can lean on them for support, you know. Alive or dead.”

Nero thought of his phone call to Kyrie when he was undecided and confused, and how her support had helped him to unlock his true devil trigger, and he thought of Kyrie currently asleep in their bed, warm and gentle and kind. He pushed his bristling pride aside, wishing he didn’t get so bashful at the mention of love, and he nodded. “I will.”

“I knew you’d say that. When those sons of mine get back you make sure you sit down and all talk it out, okay? That’s what families do.”

Nero laughed and grinned, wondering what the three of them sitting down and talking about their emotions would look like. It was an image he couldn’t even imagine without a fight breaking out, but, really, as long as they didn’t kill each other it would be fine. “Thanks for the pep-talk, grandma.”

“Oh, no, no, no. That makes me sound horribly old.” Eva shook her head, but she was smiling the widest he’d seen. She opened her arms and Nero only hesitated for a moment before he stiffly walked forwards into her hug, though he relaxed into her embrace as she squeezed him tight. He idly wondered if it was what hugging his own mom would have felt like; something like home, protection and being loved unconditionally. No wonder Dante and Vergil had loved her so much.

She gave him one last squeeze and whispered, “Oh, you’re adorable. Adorable.”

It was enough to make him bashful and awkward again, so he took a few steps back and cleared his throat loudly, shuffling his feet.

“It was so good to meet you,” Eva said again with a smile. “Don’t give up on them. Keep letting people in.”

Nero opened his mouth to reply, but he seemed to blink for just a little too long and the whole park was bathed in darkness like someone had turned the lights off. The park itself was still the same, but the empty void around them had been replaced with roads and buildings and a path that lead up to the equipment. A moon hung in the clear inky sky and Nero could hear the distant sounds of cars.

Eva gave him one last long look, with an expression that seemed to convey all the love she had in her, then she turned away and opened her arms towards the climbing frame. “Hey, hey, boys, why are we arguing? Is it about who’s going to hug me first?”

Nero looked up to see two children leap from the top of the metal frame and land lightly on their feet. Both had short white hair, but one was wearing a blue jacket and the other a red jacket. They raced forwards into Eva’s arms and clung to her as she ruffled the tops of their heads.

“Dante was being mean. He said that he’d beat me to the top of the climbing frame, but he didn’t! He didn’t!”

“You’re such a liar Verge!”

“Am not! I’ve always been faster than you!”

“Boys, boys,” Eva interrupted as their young voices rose shrilly, “why does everything have to be a competition with the two of you, huh? You’re brothers. You should be helping each other to the top, not fighting over who can get there first.”

Both Sparda twins looked down to the ground sheepishly. Nero could barely process what he was seeing; Vergil and Dante as young children…

“Besides, I think we all know that if I was to join in on the race, I’d win. So, neither of you are the true champions of the climbing frame,” Eva boasted playfully in a grand voice.

Young Dante guffawed in a high-pitched laugh while young Vergil huffed. “But that’s not fair, you can teleport up there!”

“I don’t teleport, I just move so fast you can’t even see me – like a ninja.” Eva made a chopping motion in the air with her hand and Vergil giggled. “Maybe one day I’ll teach you. I bet you can both do it too.”

The twins gasped with excitement as Eva held both of their hands and the three of them began to make their way to the path that would lead them out of the park. “Time to go home first.”

“Hey, mom, when can we play with the other kids in the daytime?” Dante whined.

“When you can both stop accidentally activating your demon powers while you play, you silly goose.” Eva laughed as both twins groaned, but then Vergil suddenly stopped. “Vergil? Are you okay, honey?”

Nero flinched as Vergil turned around and stared straight at him. “Who were you talking to?”

Eva smiled knowingly. “Just a friend. Come on kids, I’ll make us all hot chocolate before bedtime.”

Vergil’s blue-eyed stare was unnerving, even as a child, and it made something odd prickle under Nero’s skin. Eventually he re-joined his brother and reached up to hold his mom’s hand again, and Nero could hear their chatter fading as they walked away from him, not able to stop the smile that lit up his face.

Sunlight warmed Nero’s eyelids as it woke him gently. He breathed in Kyrie’s scent and nuzzled his nose into her hair. She was still in his arms, their legs tangled together, and her gentle, even breathing tickled his neck.

He caressed her cheek with a touch that was so feather soft she didn’t even stir. The churning in his stomach was gone. His hand was a perfect human peachy pink, but he knew without a doubt that if it was a demon claw there instead, Kyrie would feel the same about him.

“I love you,” he murmured thickly into her hair, “and you’re right – they’ll come back. My idiot uncle and my idiot dad. Our family. I’ll knock some sense into them when they do.”

The Sparda family, both living and dead, were a part of him – and for the first time ever, he was glad of it and who he was.

#I finally wrote something with Nerokiri in it I'm so happy #also I got to use the bucket load of Eva headcanons I have!#nerokiri #eva sparda #dmc fanfiction #my fanfiction #long post

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amethystaqua · 5 years

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Of mugs and secrets (Or how Dante found out about your relationship with Vergil)

I finally finished after entire week of writing and editing! I never thought my first fanfic would be of 2223 words! I really hope you enjoy it! :D

The room was still dark as calmness reigned; the only sounds were the soft breathing on your ear of the man sleeping next to you. Vergil was spooning you, the warm feeling making a real struggle having to get up to start your day. You wiggle trying to move the least required, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend’s sleep, you almost made it, until he made some soft grunts. You froze fearing you might have woken him up, but he just turned to his side of the bed.

A smile found its way into your lips as you approached to kiss him ever so lightly on his mouth, then proceeding to leave the bedroom. You started to go through your day’s agenda in your head, the pendant paperwork waiting at work, visiting Nico to pick up your beloved, just repaired sword Polaris, and the appointment with a possible client. However, all your plans came to a halt the moment you notice a dark figure lying on the living room’s couch. Quietly you summon your spear Morgenstern out of thin air and approach the figure, looking around to see if something else was hiding in the shadows.

“Well now this is what I an exciting welcome (Y/N)” a sleepy familiar voice said making you jump out of the impression.

“My god… Dante! I was this close to stab you!”

“As you know, you wouldn’t be the only one sweetie” he sat on the couch while stretching his arms with an audible pop from his bones.

You met Dante when you were just a kid, with no family left, he rescued you from being a sacrifice for a greater demon since you were a Nephilim, however that seemed to be only the beginning of your problems. Demons appeared to be drawn to your blood like moths to a flame and thus, the week that you hadn’t been attacked by a demon, extremely uncommon. So instead of going to every orphanage or school you assisted to save you, Morrison decided it was for the best if Dante just adopted you. That way he could keep an eye on you, so no more civilians were put on danger, and also train you. Dante wasn’t in any sense qualified to adopting a little girl, but with your help (The motherly interventions of Lady and Trish, and some extra cash from Morrison) you two worked it out and in the process, perceived each other a bit like father and daughter.

“What on earth are you doing here?” you made Morgenstern disappear, heartbeat slowing down now that there was no real danger “And how did you get in?”

“Perks from my brand-new powers, and as for your first question… Let’s leave it I had kind of an emergency”

“Ok let’s review your concept of emergency” You leaned into him, taking carefully his face on your hands checking for any sings of cuts or bruises “does it involve injuries?”

“Not this time” he chuckled as you were still inspecting the rest of his body. After confirming the man was in one piece, you decided to head to the kitchen to start making breakfast with Dante following right behind you.

“An angry Trish or Lady?” you opened the fridge to start looking for the ingredients to make pancakes, you really stomach really needed some food now.

“Nah we just had drinks last week” he took a seat on the small kitchen table.

“Another powerful demon king about to be resurrected?” once you gathered everything you needed; you poured some flour along milk on the crystal bowl you took from the kitchen cabinet.

“Funny (Y/N) but no, not a demon, and somehow way more terrifying then one…Patty wants go out on a date with me” you almost dropped the egg you just grabbed for the batter, staring at him in disbelief on what he just said heard.

“Wait… so you broke into my apartment at” you looked at the clock next to the fridge “at 7:00 am just because you’re scared of a 19-year-old who wants a date with you?”

“I was coming back from a job! Morrison called me and he said a miss was waiting for me at DMC! Then I heard her voice on the phone! I’m not going anywhere with her when she’s faking a promise!”

“Dante…” Calm, take a deep breath you thought as you focused on inhaling deeply, he sure had a talent for making you lose your temper sometimes “are you serious? Both Morrison and I were there! I perfectly recall you saying when she’s turned old enough you would date her!

“Damn, so you’re saying she isn’t lying and I must keep my promise?”

“Yeah sure because I definitely want Patty to come on our already uncomfortable family dinners at Nero’s home” you answered sarcastically as you mixed the bowl’s ingredients “Just take her out to eat pizza or something, keep it as casual as possible so she doesn’t get her hopes up”

“Or... you could allow me to stay for a few days”

“Dante...”

“Please (Y/N) only 2 days!” he lifted up the chair and moved next to you “Just until she’s tired of stalking me!”

“Since you’re here not like I have much of a choice, do I?”

“I knew I could count on you!” Dante said while lifting you off the ground, on really strong hug just like he has done all these years since you were a kid.

“Be quiet!” you whisper loudly, squirming a bit in his tight embrace “Vergil is still sleeping!”

“Wait, what’s Verge doing here?” he dropped you while looking at you quite confused.

Oh, you just fucked up big this time… Dante was the only one who didn’t know about your relationship with Vergil. Unknowing of your past together when he was V, Dante’s father instincts awakened, as he warned you to stay away from Vergil, after noticing the constant glances you shared with his twin, fearing his brother got interested in you just because you were a Nephilim.

“He uh... went on a job yesterday, and uh he got poisoned by a demon so he needed someone to cure him!” That was the only excuse your sleepy brain was able to scheme in those few seconds, thinking Dante would buy it… then you remembered the eldest son of Sparda never asked for help.

“So, he decided to come here was the best idea?”

“Yeah” you tried to smile at him to look as convincing as possible.

“My brother looking for you to heal him?... All right never thought I’d see the day the dumbass put his pride aside and ask for help!”

“Heh… guess he still remembers one of the times I cured him when he was V” You sighed in relief, turning your attention on the coffee machine to prepare some, thinking you got away with your little lie until…

“But why he didn’t return to Devil May Cry?”

“I-it was really late and cold outside so I suggested he spent the night here “blush adorned your checks, once you realized the size of the stupidity you just said. “Al-also, I needed to be certain I cured the wound properly.

Dante just hummed and returned to his seat, whether he believed that poorly made answer or not, he didn’t say it. You were about to change topic, but were interrupted by a growling.

“Geez...” you couldn’t help but laugh lightly “I suppose you haven't eaten anything”

“Can’t lie at this point” You smiled at him. Once the coffee machine finished you poured some coffee on 3 cups that you placed on the counter. With all the noise, probably Vergil would join you both for breakfast.

“Stay right here, and don’t touch anything” you said as walking past beside him.

A shower was really much needed. You were already a bit late and didn’t want to waste more minutes, after all, you could always buy something to eat at work if you didn’t have time left. On the hallway to the bathroom you found the elder son of Sparda already got up.

“Oh, hi I thought you were still asleep” you stood on your tiptoes to give him a quick peck on his cheek “Didn’t want to wake you up”

“To whom I must thank for making Dante grace us with his presence this early in the morning?” his icy blue eyes showing an evident annoyance.

“That would be Patty… apparently the poor girl really wants a date with your brother to the point she’s waiting for him at Devil May Cry as we speak”

“I’m afraid that doesn’t justify why he’s here” a frown taking over his features.

“Well… “you played with a loose lock of your hair “Lady and Trish aren’t home, Nico still wants to bang him and I’m not letting that happen, and finally Nero made crystal clear last time I spoke to him, he wanted Dante at least 10 mts away from Kyrie and Credo” Your best friends had just had their beautiful son, the last thing Nero needed was having Dante in their house with Kyrie so delicate after her pregnancy.

“Hmpf still he isn’t staying here” Vergil crossed his arms, his answer just as you predicted.

“Please I can’t kick him out of the apartment just like that! I bet if you were the one in his…”

“I would never find myself in such a ridiculous situation like this”

“Right, forget what I just said” you said a bit ashamed while scratching your head.

“Even if I did unlike Dante, I could find a solution on my own”

“My point is! He needs help” you cupped his face in your hands “I know we had plans but come on, it’s going to be just a couple of days” you gave him the best puppy eyes you could.

It wasn’t as frequent as you wished for Vergil to stay in your apartment, between your jobs and the constant efforts to hide the truth to Dante. That’s why those days where two of you just sat on a couch to read, or did any other silly activity together, became so precious memories.

“I promise I’ll make it up for you when he leaves” you whispered in his ear face turning red with the possible implications.

He pushed you carefully against a wall lifting you face and grazing with his thumb your plump lips.

“You should not take promises so lightly my dear angel” you melted at his words, his lips mere inches from yours “I fear you may have acquired my brother’s demeanors”

“Have I ever broken my word before?”

An almost imperceptible smile, one only you got to recognize adorned his face as he claimed your mouth on a passionate kiss, that to your perception didn’t last enough. But you didn’t complain once Vergil separated from you, the risk of being caught by Dante was way too high.

“He’s in the kitchen” you cleared your throat, trying to control your small gasps for air.

“I expected no less” he fixed his hair and clothes, erasing any sings of the kiss you just had.

“Welp I’m going to shower now, not taking long” you passed beside him and closed the bathroom’s door only to open it a few seconds later “Vergil wait! Geez I almost forgot; I left some coffee for you and Dante on the kitchen counter. I’m pretty sure you’ll know which mug is yours since your favorite mug broke in our tiny accident a few nights ago”

You winked playfully at him, but he only limited to clicked his tongue in disapproval and directed to the kitchen. Once Nico knew about your relationship with Nero’s deadbeat father (as she always called him) the mechanic wasted no time to tease, giving you a little present: a white mug with big blue letters that read I’m your daddy for your boyfriend to use. Obviously, once Vergil found out the existence of the mug, the first thing he wanted was to toss it on a trash can, but you didn’t allow it being a gift from Nico.

While you showered the guilt took over you for hiding Dante about you and Vergil. Maybe it was time to tell him the truth, after all, didn’t he always wanted for his brother to embrace his humanity and live a somewhat normal life? You stepped out of the bathroom once you finished, so deep in these thoughts that it wasn’t until you were on your way to the kitchen, that you noticed how quiet the house was. At this point you were so used to whenever the twins were together their heated conversations escalated quickly to an argument that sometimes required a third-party intervention, so the silence was really unusual.

“Ok now, is it okay for you guys to eat pan…cakes...”

Your voice lowered the volume as you looked at the scene before your eyes. Vergil and Dante were staring fixedly at each other with a murderous gaze, each one with a hand around the infamous cup, now you knew the real reason for the unusual silence, Dante must have assumed the mug was his.

“So…” you laugh nervously “I guess the cat is out of the bag.

The end

#vergil x reader #devil may cry 5 #dmc5 dante #dmc5 vergil #dante sparda #vergil sparda

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zenithlux · 4 years

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Cadence Update - CH 14

I’m too excited to post these chapters. I should probably slow down a bit. But with everything going on in life nowadays, the Cadence train is keeping me sane. So please, Enjoy this update :)

Catch up on the story here!

In which Vergil gets used to his new home and makes another deal with Roxy.

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A heartbeat without harmony Is moonlight without dark The heart seeketh equilibrium With balance will your worry part.

“Equilibrium” - Final Fantasy 14 OST

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When Vergil woke up alone for the first time three days later, it took him far too long to get used to the silence. Nero and Nico had stayed until the night before, split between Vergil and Roxy’s apartments until the boat to Fortuna returned. Vergil had offered to open a portal for them and hadn’t realized until after Nero nearly punched him that it had sounded more like he was trying to get rid of them. Thankfully, Dante had understood (“cool it, kiddo. He’s just trying to help”), and Nero had apologized. Except both were left perplexed when they both apologized at the exact same time, something that had taken Vergil an embarrassing amount of courage to do.

But Vergil hadn’t missed the hint of approval in his son’s eyes, and the last two days were the best they’d been since Vergil had come back. They still didn’t talk all that much (unsurprising), but they also didn’t fight. Dante got called away after the electricity went out (odd considering Vergil had paid the bill himself two weeks ago). Nico stayed with Roxy to give Vergil time to adjust to this new life of his, and Nero hovered close to him as if not quite sure what he was trying to do.

And just before the two hunters left, Nero had looked relieved, more so than Vergil had seen in a long time. “You’re doing better than I thought,” Nero said as he brushed his fingers through his hair (most certainly a nervous tick, Vergil decided) “just don’t forget to visit once and awhile.”

And that had meant more to Vergil than anything else Nero had said that weekend.

Now, Vergil was alone (not counting the woman who he was certain was already awake down the hallway), and he didn’t know what to think of it. Had he truly gotten so used to Dante’s incessant presence that he felt strange without it? Vergil assumed he would get used to it over time, but he hadn’t expected it.

The apartment was more than adequate, so moving in had been simple. The layout was the same as Roxy’s, only flipped as it was on the opposite side of the building. She had taken great care on the decorations, having chosen a mixture of blues and golds for the furniture including the intricately woven rug filled with whimsical, golden stars. The paint on the walls was the same, but the artwork was different; less fantasy creatures and more landscapes. He had two couches instead of one, with a coffee table between them. There was also no television, something he’d been surprised by, as he’d only mentioned his annoyance with them in passing. Instead, the far wall was covered with two, dark, mahogany bookcases with a generous amount of books. And while those were impressive enough, Vergil had quickly found the gift card with a note- “$500, get whatever you need =)” - and hadn’t bothered trying to give it back. Roxy never accepted returned gifts, but Vergil had yet to find out how or why she was so frivolous with her money.

But there would be plenty of time for that.

For the moment, Vergil stared at a water-colored, sunset landscape that was suspiciously similar to the bookmark she’d given Vergil eons ago. His bedroom was more empty than hers, but he didn’t mind it. The bed was far bigger than the one in Devil May Cry, and he had yet to figure out how she found a queen-sized bed long enough that he didn’t have to curl up into an awkward ball to lie down like a normal person.

Not that he did that often. Of course. What a waste of time that would be.

His mind did drift, however, to the single room she’d left empty; the studio. Apparently Roxy’s apartment had not been the only one to receive such an upgrade, though he had a feeling the ones on the other floors probably weren’t so lucky. She’d left a note on that door too; “Let me know what you want”. But Vergil hadn’t known what he wanted to do with it. The space was almost menacing in a way. He didn’t want to waste it frivolously, but he also didn’t know what he would use such a thing for. For now, he’d bought a single desk, a chair tall enough for him, and a decently priced laptop that spent more time in Roxy’s apartment than his own. It would do for now, until Vergil figured out what exactly he wanted out of it.

The only downside to the entire set up was Aki, as the little owl-griffon seemed oddly fascinated with Vergil’s presence. He’d caught the demon prowling around his living space no less than four times. Now, Vergil smelled the creature everywhere, even though the scent was nothing compared to Kuro’s down the hall. Roxy had apologized profusely twice now, chastising the demon, but Vergil knew from experience that cats rarely cared what their owners had to say. And, knowing Aki was far too intrigued to listen to her, Vergil let it go, and the familiar slipped between the walls as he pleased. Vergil couldn’t help but imagine Shadow doing the exact same thing. She would be stalking his new partner, waiting to decide if Roxy was trustworthy or not.

Besides, since the familiar had started visiting, Vergil’s sleep had been oddly better. He couldn’t imagine why, as neither Aki’s nor Kuro’s presence felt particularly soothing. Roxy herself had left him alone since the move, letting him seek her out instead. But, so far at least, Vergil had actually been able to rest for the first time in what felt like decades.

For all he knew, it had been.

It was 7 am when the music started; a quiet, harmonious chorus of female voices with a subtle beat of drums and an accompanying violin. Vergil had heard it a few times now, as Roxy listened to music before going to sleep, but he hadn’t focused on it for longer than a few seconds. And now that he was, he was intrigued enough to skip breakfast (a formality, really), grab his coat, and wander over to her apartment.

He found Roxy in her studio with Kuro sleeping on a cleaned off part of the desk. Aki was on the floor, chirping a string of excited noises. Roxy responded in a few short “yes” and “no’s”, but clearly wasn’t paying much attention. Instead, she stared at the blank canvas before her, occasionally glancing down at the unopened bottles of paint on a table beside her, courtesy of Vergil’s little errand a month prior. He almost knocked on the door but thought better of it. He was certain Aki had seen him, and startling Roxy now would likely cause an expensive catastrophe.

As the song shifted to the first verse, Roxy began to sway. It was subtle, and Vergil was fairly certain she had no idea she was doing it. The voice that followed was that of another woman, her pitch a few octaves higher than normal.

The sigh of a shifting sea The kiss of a salt sweet breeze, The white of a silken dress Stained in red.

Vergil’s head tilted as he tried to discern the song’s meaning. Another pastime of his, though Dante’s taste in music was pretty bland. Roxy’s, however, was much more pleasing, and dwelling on the lyrics was actually thought-provoking.

A memory fading fast Her mother sits, eyes downcast A torn uniform in hand Farewells unsaid.

“The song is actually quite sad when you think about it,” Roxy said without looking at him. “Her mother, consumed by grief at the loss of her husband, abuses her daughter who prays to the goddess Sophia for help.”

“And?”

“The goddess demands equilibrium,” Roxy said as the lyrics continued.

So still this broken melody And therewith shoulder thee One last step only leaving An empty hearth down by the sea

“The daughter kills her mother,” Vergil said.

“And then herself,” Roxy said, her voice quiet. “And thus, equilibrium is maintained.” Aki gave a quiet chirp, and Roxy nodded. “A client sent this song along with a bunch of reference material. Apparently this goddess comes from a video game of some sort. He called it a ‘primal’.”

“Primal?”

She nodded. “Apparently, these creatures can be summoned with energy and fervent prayers. Collect enough power in one place and boom,” She waved one hand in the air in a dramatic arc. “You’ve got yourself a primal.” She sighed as she crossed her arms again. “So he wants a painting of this one for his girlfriend.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Vergil said.

“In theory,” Roxy agreed. “But he’s giving me free rein. The only thing he asked is that I don’t just draw her and call it a day.”

“Do you have a plan?”

Roxy sighed. “Not yet. I was hoping listening to the song in here would inspire something but…” She frowned as she looked back at the canvas. “I said I’d send him some sketches tomorrow before I committed to the canvas.”

“He doesn’t want a digital copy?”

“Local client,” She said. “They usually ask for canvas work. The sketches will be on my tablet though.” She shifted to the desk and gently eased a black screen out from under Kuro’s belly. The dragon huffed but otherwise didn’t stir. “If you want,” Roxy said with an excited grin. “I can show you my process and whatnot if that’s something that interests you.”

Vergil nodded. “Only if you’re feeling well.”

She chuckled nervously. “I may need a few demons.”

“A few?”

“I haven’t absorbed anything in a few days,” She said defensively. “ I didn’t exactly have the time to slip away.”

“You should have said something.”

She snorted. “I don’t think I could have,” She said as she shook her head. “Your family is… something else.”

“Indeed.”

“I don’t know how you handle them on a daily basis.”

A pause. “I don’t.”

Her laughter was more pleasing than the song that had all but faded to the background. “I guess I’m not surprised,” She said as Aki hopped onto her shoulder. “If I’m honest, you do seem to be very different from them.” She paused, then quickly said. “Not in a bad way! They’re just…”

“Loud?” Vergil said. “Controlling?”

She snorted again. “I’d imagine you’d be quite good at controlling people.”

Vergil didn’t know why he smirked at that. “How so?”

He wasn’t surprised when her face flushed a far deeper shade of crimson than usual. “I just get… that feeling… I suppose…” She mumbled as she quickly averted her gaze. “You know?”

“Afraid I don’t.”

“Oh hush.” She waved him off as her smile returned. “Aki found some demons nearby if you want to join me. Or you can make coffee or breakfast or go read or…”

“Isn’t the point of this arrangement that I go with you?”

Roxy’s eyelids fluttered. Her heart skipped a beat. Alarm swept through Vergil when her pupils shifted to Kuro’s ice-blue hue. He was by her side in an instant, hand hovering inches from her arm. Part of him wanted to reach out and catch her preemptively. The other half of him pulled away, the sheer thought of touching her…

Except… he wanted to.

Why?

His fingers brushed her back when she stumbled. Her hand shot out, reaching for something. Vergil took it without thinking and forced himself to keep hold. Her skin was so… warm. So different from the frozen Roxy he’d seen forever ago. And her hands were so soft and supple… so much different than his own

“Whoa,” She said. “That was… weird.”

Her hand slipped from his grasp, and he ignored the empty feeling in his chest. “What happened?” Vergil said as he took a small step back.

She blinked slowly before she looked at him. “I… don’t know. I just… blanked.” She shook her head. “Kuro…”

“I saw,” The dragon said “But I cannot explain it any better than you.”

“Maybe I’m just tired,”

“You need to hunt,” Vergil said.

“Probably that too.” She agreed. “Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

She hesitated, and took a deep breath before speaking again. “I know its… hard to touch me.”

With the way she said it, Vergil wasn’t certain if she was talking about his aversion to touch, or her own. He tried to split his answer somewhere down the middle: as diplomatic and truthful as he could manage. “I believe it is something we’ll both have to get used to.”

Slowly, she nodded. “I used to hate it,” She said quietly. “After the accident, at least. Between the doctors and the nurses and my father and my former friends… Everyone insisted on helping me. Very few actually did.” Her eyes drifted closed, but her heartbeat remained the same. “I started to loathe the feeling of… well anyone really.” She chuckled, but it was hollow. “Kind of ironic how much I miss it now.”

Vergil was silent, unable to speak through the war inside his mind. What could he say? How did he respond to such an honest admission? A normal person would respond in kind, but he wasn’t ready to do that. He wasn’t ready to admit that he hadn’t felt another’s touch in years. Decades. Even hugging his brother felt foreign. All he could remember was pain. Suffering. Pure torment.

But the last thing he wanted was for her to think he wasn’t listening. Or to retreat into the same shell that he often made for himself. So, just as her expression shifted to uncertainty, Vergil said, “I have the opposite problem, it seems.”

“You… don’t miss it?”

He paused, pondering before he spoke again. “I don’t know,” He said finally. “I…”

“It’s okay,” She said. “If you don’t…”

“I spent a very long time alone.”

A moment of silence passed between them, and he swore he saw a hint of understanding in her eyes. “By choice?” She said.

What kind of question was that? How could she have possibly guessed what was going on in his head? Or maybe she was just shooting in the dark, trying to understand him as much as he seemingly wanted to understand her. And what good would it do to ignore such a question?

“No,” He said. “But I have made plenty of mistakes.”

“Not enough to deserve something like that.”

You don’t know me was his first thought, but it died before reaching his lips. A part of him felt that she was irrevocably wrong. He did deserve those years of torment. He’d thrown himself into hell with reckless abandon. He’d left behind a son without considering that one might even have existed. Then the Qliphoth… and everything in between.

But another part of him wanted to believe that she was right. He wanted to hold onto that hope that he was better than the sum of his failures. That he didn’t deserve the pain which so many others thought he did.

But it was difficult… more so than he thought it should have been.

“Maybe,” Roxy said slowly. “We could help each other.”

“What?”

She flinched before Vergil realized how hostile that sounded. “I’m not suggesting anything crazy,” She said before muttering a “lord knows I’m not ready for that.” But before Vergil could ask what she meant, she held her hand out. “I mean with simple, everyday things. Like handshakes.”

Vergil was seconds from refuting her, until he realized the only hand he’d shaken recently was… no one’s. Not Morrison after Dante had introduced them. Not Kyrie or Nico or anyone else he’d met over the last six months. Not even hers (on purpose, anyway). He’d avoided it without thinking, relying on his brusque personality to keep people away. He never imagined this hesitation was the real reason why.

“One thing at a time,” She said as her smile finally returned.

Slowly, he took her hand with a nod. “One thing at a time.”

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luvleekaotix-imagines · 5 years

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Hello! This is kinda silly, but. Um. Would you be willing to do Dante, Vergil, and Nero's reaction to their s/o sleepily singing Little Black Rain Cloud from the og Winnie The Pooh movie, when she notices it's raining right after she woke up? Please and Thank You!💖

a/n: this is so fucking CUTE what the FUCK. i put a lil bonus in here cause its been forever since i’ve written something for you guys

Maybe it’s after a nap in the evening, during some downtime. You don’t often get to spend time with your significant other since they’re busy slaying demons. Even if they weren’t, they aren’t the kind to sit still for very long. So being able to spend some quiet and gentle downtime with them is nice. You aren’t quite sure why this particular tune surfaces in your mind, but it might have something to do with how comfortable, warm and safe you’re feeling. When you start softly singing…

♥ Dante ♥

He’s heard you humming or singing your tunes before. Honestly, it’s something he’s starting to relate to feelings of home and domesticity. It’s a feeling that Dante has felt like he’s been missing for a long time. When the two of you had decided to give your relationship a serious try after issues of settling down, he found that—while it was a cliche thought—you felt like that missing puzzle piece.

You’re lying in Dante’s arms and he can hear that you’re slowly drifting back to sleep. He continues to hold you close, gently playing with your hair until you’re silently snoozing again. The hunter watches you sleep for a moment and thinks that trading in his wild lifestyle might not be so bad if he gets this in return.

♥ Nero ♥

You always seem to wake up before Nero does when you nap together. He honestly doesn’t rest as much as he should and he works hard. You aren’t sure if he has a goal in mind or if its because he just really loves being a demon hunter. It might be a bit both. Either way, he always seems exhausted when he curls up with you for a snooze. Nero always complains that you’re too comfy and he always falls asleep easy around you.

After you finish singing softly, you hear Nero chuckle. His voice is husky with sleep, “Not often I get to wake up to a little bird chirpin’ in my ear.” He teases you and you poke him gently a few times in the cheek for it. Nero playfully tries to bite your finger to get you to stop.

♥ Vergil ♥

He’s not one to nap and when he sleeps, he does it alone. Vergil doesn’t divulge why that is, but you’ve heard him some nights. You’ve heard his brother have to wake up him from his nightmares, you’ve heard him roar once or twice in the midst of panicked Devil Triggers. Being with Vergil is hard, he keeps you close, but also at arm’s length for your own safety. It hurts, but the both of you work hard to keep what you have.

Vergil goes to check on you, to make sure you’re resting soundly and finds you singing softly to yourself. When you give him a warm, sleepy, loving smile, he believes good things must be real if you have chosen to be with him, when you could have had anyone else. As he presses a kiss to your palm, he knows he can do anything as long as you are by his side.

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♥ V ♥

V often has you by his side when he’s reading. Things are always so calm with him that you find yourself falling sleep no matter what. With V, you are surrounded by security and comfort and you know it’s safe to let your guard down. When you slowly wake up and lazily hum your tune, V absent mindedly smiles and thinks for the millionth time that day, how lucky he is to be able to have his muse in his arms.

V chuckles quietly and gently strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. You hear him join you in your song, quietly whispering the words in your ear in a low, pleasant lilt. You aren’t sure if he’s gently teasing you or not, but either way, you aren’t sure you care too much.

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harlot-of-oblivion · 5 years

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When Roses Cease to Bloom (Part 5)

Vergil recommended your shop and now you have a reputation to uphold as you meet Nero and Kyrie for the first time, helping them with all their flowery needs for their wedding.

Hope you like my offering of good fluffy content, with a dash of sweet flirtation and silly shenanigans! 💕

Here’s the link to the list of all the flowers featured in this part and here’s the list of wedding flowers if any of you are curious. 🌹🥰🌹

Your garden has always been your personal place of peace and joy. As you walk among the flowers you have helped flourish and thrive the lively sounds of the city seem nonexistent. The buzzing of hard-working bees, the chirping of early morning birds, and the soft babbling of the garden fountain block out all outside noise as you enter a world of your own. Despite all the tranquility of the surrounding blooms, anxiety bubbles through your body as you set up a garden table and three chairs. Normally, an appointment with a customer does not make you so nervous, but this is different. You are about to meet the son of Vergil Sparda, the man who has lately been the subject of many daydreams.

The power of Sparda must also include smooth seduction, you thought wryly as you wipe down the garden furniture, making sure they are clean before heading back to the house. You open the backdoor and walk through the kitchen towards your office to grab your leather-bound notebook and a pen. You open the door and walk to your desk, trying to focus your mind on the task at hand. When you grab the notebook, you go check on the refreshments in the kitchen, mentally reminding yourself to not let your blunt mouth get you in trouble again during this important meeting.

I am rather fond of the delightful sounds that come from your mouth.

The memory of Vergil’s words send chills down your spine as you cover your face with the notebook, hiding the blush that appears even though there is no one there to witness it. It has only been a couple of days since that devilish man was in your garden, completely charming the petals off of you. The freshly picked daises he brought you, his sensuous voice as he recited poetry, and his intense gaze as he kissed your hand…every detail keeps running through your mind, causing you to zone out a lot as you think about other places you want to feel his touch. You are glad that he is reciprocating your advances, but you were not prepared for just how good he is at flirting!

You shake your head of these romantic thoughts as you finally enter the kitchen. I have a job to do and I will not get distracted any longer, you reprimand yourself. The iced lemon tea is still cold and the mini muffins have cooled off enough for you to plate them. As you take a platter and begin to remove the muffins you wonder if his son also likes blueberries just as much as his father does. You laugh a little as you recall that his son, Nero, is only a few years younger than you. Finding out that Vergil has a son was a little surprising...you still cannot believe he did not tell you sooner! But after he told you all about his family you understand why he waited. You are no stranger to complicated family dynamics, as you shared your own family history with him, and you are honestly very curious and excited to meet Nero and his fiancée.

I just hope they like me, you internally fret as you finish getting the refreshments ready. You grin as you remember Vergil’s reassurance about how you have the best flowers in the city. He really does know how to compliment you just as well as he knows how to make you blush. You check yourself in a mirror just down the hall, making sure your hair was sufficiently braided and your modest amount of makeup is still looking good. When you are satisfied with your appearance you head out back to the garden to double check the furniture. You start to hum as you make sure everything is perfect, setting your notebook and pen on the table. After you are satisfied with everything you turn around and the man that has been haunting your thoughts is standing just a couple of steps away.

“Jumping juniper!” you gasp, clutching your chest at his sudden appearance. Vergil is wearing his usual blue attire, tailcoats swaying in the light breeze as amused silver eyes stare at you. You sigh in relief before shooting him an irritated glare as you put your hands on your hips. “Does the power of Sparda also include scaring your local gardener to death?!” you huff breathlessly.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a pleased smirk. “Perhaps.” You eye him in anticipation since you notice that one of his hands is behind his back, which you know can only mean one thing…and he proves you right as he reveals a small bouquet of yellow and white lilies. “It may also include a proclivity for giving lovely flowers as recompense to my local gardener.”

You give him a bright smile as you reach for the elegant lilies. “You know me too well, Vergil.” Your hand clasps just above his and let your pinky finger caress the inside of his wrist. And without fail you feel his warm thumb gently graze the inside of your palm. You have long accepted the fact that you will never be able to hide the blush that always appears when he touches you this way. Plus, you like seeing the knowing smirk that graces his lips when he sees just how much this subtle intimacy affects you. You take the lilies and bring them in for a sniff, wondering if these will have a scent or not. A light honey fragrance wafts from them and you hum in delight, smiling at the handsome man who gifted you a bouquet of sweet gratitude.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon,” you remark as you hold the precious lilies close to your heart. “What brings you to my garden today?”

“Would you allow me to read here? Dante is being even more insufferable than usual and I can’t find peace and quiet at the shop.”

“Is the café too crowded today?”

“Possibly. I didn’t stop by to check. I remembered your invitation and came here first,” he informs matter-of-factly.

“Oh.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you tilt your head. You did tell him that he is welcome to visit you any time, but you did not realize he would just pop in without calling you at least. If he had done so then you could have informed him that you have a meeting with…Your eyes widen as you come the realization that he must know you have an appointment this morning. His surprise visit just so happens to be on the same day as your meeting with Nero and Kyrie. What a coincidence, you muse as a cheeky grin appears on your face.

Vergil quirks an eyebrow. “What madness have you got rattling in your head now?”

“Oh nothing,” you reply nonchalantly. “Just hoping that you don’t mind if I join you after my appointment with Nero and Kyrie today.”

“That’s today?” he asks, having the audacity to pretend that he is not aware of that little piece of information.

“Yep.”

“Hmm.”

Your cheeky grin drops as you give him a deadpan stare. He just simply returns your stare with his own intense gaze, reminding you of the last time he challenged you to a staring contest. You refuse to look away though, even when small shivers begin to run through your body as that memory plays in your mind. There is no way he doesn’t know, you ponder. Unless this is how he shows his support? You know by now that Vergil’s actions speak volumes despite his silence. And your intuition tells you that even though he claims to be here to read in your garden…he chose to visit while you meet his son for the first time.

Aww…he’s so sweet, you thought as you finally break your stare, giggling as you nod your head. “Okay. There’s a nice shady spot under the apple trees,” you point as you begin to walk by him. “Would you like some tea? I can bring you some. I can also spare some mini blueberry muffins if you want.”

Vergil nods. “I would not mind tea while I read. Thank you, Y/N,” he says softly with a thankful grin.

You show him to a comfy seat and side table under your apple trees before heading to the back door of your house. As you step in the kitchen you notice the time on your oven, noting that you only have a few more minutes until your expected guests arrive. You glance at your newly acquired lilies in your hand and quickly open a cabinet where numerous vases are stored. You grab a nice crystal one, set it in the sink, and turn on the faucet. As it fills with fresh water you reach for a glass and a small plate, cutting the water off when the vase is sufficiently full and setting it on the island in the middle of your kitchen.

As you pour some iced lemon tea into the glass you inspect the lilies laying on the counter, trying to determine which lucky bloom should go in your hair. By the time you place a handful of mini muffins on the plate you narrow down your choice between a pure white lily and a bright yellow lily. Not wanting to let your indecision keep Vergil waiting you swiftly clip the stems off the contenders down to size and put the rest of the lilies in the vase. You gather his refreshments and the two lilies before heading back out to the garden.

When you arrive back at the apple trees you notice that Vergil has already got his nose in a book, that little crinkle you are so fond of in between his brow scrunched up in concentration. Your soft giggle brings him out his thoughts as you approach, those striking silver eyes watching as you set his glass of tea and muffins on the table next to him. He softly thanks you and you smile sweetly before presenting him with the white and yellow lily.

“I can’t decide which lily to put in my hair. What do you think? This one?” You hold the white lily up to your head, modeling it up above your ear before doing the same to the yellow lily. “Or this one?”

His eyes soften as they regard you, a radiant blue hue blooming in molten silver. “Both look equally beautiful in your hair.”

Your lips curve into a coy smirk. “Hmm…” You look down at your white embroidered summer dress, taking note of the faint floral pattern in the fabric. The yellow lily would add some color, but the white lily just looks so pretty and graceful. “I do remember that the lily white shall in love delight,” you say playfully as you put the winning lily in your hair. When you feel that the flower is secure you turn your attention back to Vergil. “How do I look?” you ask, giving him a little spin in your excitement.

“Nor a thorn nor a threat stains her beauty bright,” he murmurs as his eyes roam over your body, showing no restraint as he takes his time appraising you. His blatant gaze gives you pleasant goosebumps. When his eyes finally meet yours a gentle grin tugs at one corner of his mouth. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

Your mind fizzles out as warm tingles surge through your body, his words making you blush harder than ever before. All you could find yourself able to do at the moment is just stand there while Vergil smiles smugly in victory. If you knew he would be this good you would have raised your game a while ago! It is like a switch has been flipped…perhaps your sly suggestion of Catullus really did work. You did hope that some of his more erotic poems would inspire him to be more open with his advances, but you were clearly not prepared for what Vergil has in store for you!

A high-pitched deafening squeal breaks through the air, knocking you out of your romantic stupor. Vergil’s head snaps toward the direction of the sound. He scowls as an annoyed growl escapes his lips and relaxes back in his seat. “It seems they have arrived,” he explains as he goes back to reading his book.

“You can tell it’s them just by that?!” you exclaim as you point in the direction of what is surely a car speeding way past safe limits. Another ear-splitting screech sounds off, this time with a little bit more grit, which must mean they are breaking.

“I would know the sound of that vehicle anywhere,” he says in total confidence. In the distance you hear car doors slamming shut and some really angry yelling. Vergil shakes his head as he reaches for his tea. Your stomach starts to churn a little as your anxiety from earlier returns. You check over your dress one last time before turning back to Vergil.

“Well, I better go greet them. Wish me luck!” you say, twirling the yellow lily in your hand nervously. Vergil looks up from his book and gives you a warm smile, making your heart flutter despite your worry. You return his smile with your own appreciative grin before making your way to the front of your house. When you get to your front porch you see an RV with a neon blue sign that reads Devil May Cry on the side. A black-haired woman yawns in the driver’s seat as she waves to the couple approaching your home.

When you bring your attention to the couple it takes all of your willpower to keep your jaw from dropping in shock. The young man strikingly resembles his father, from the white hair to the blue and silver eyes. But the similarities end when it comes to their sense of style. His hair is cut short and his attire is very punkish. You do not see any swords on him so you assume he must have left his weapons behind. The power of Sparda must include the good-looking gene, you quietly quip to yourself as you softly giggle. The young man takes notice of you and his eyes narrow in curiosity as he offers his arm to a very beautiful woman. Her auburn hair shines brilliantly in the sunlight and her hazel eyes glow warmly. She links arms with the young man and adjusts her golden yellow dress as they make their way towards you. Her gentle smile puts you at ease and you put on your own welcoming smile as they finally reach your porch.

“Hello! Welcome to my garden!” you cheerfully greet them with a wave.

The beautiful woman smiles as she bows her head slightly. “Thank you for taking the time to see us,” she says sweetly, her voice so full of joy and you almost believe you are hearing an angel.

“It’s no problem! You must by Kyrie, yes?”

“Yes!” she nods before turning to the young man. “And this is my fiancé, Nero.”

“Nice to meet you,” he greets with a slight head nod.

You smile invitingly. “Well, if you come this way, I have a table ready in the garden.” You lead them through your luxuriant garden, feeling proud of yourself when the cute couple look around in wonder. When you show them their seats you ask if they would like some iced lemon tea and muffins. They both accept your offer and you rush off to get the refreshments, doing your best to stay professional and not walk to briskly on the way to your kitchen. When you arrive back at the table you serve them, take your seat, and ready your notebook as you begin to question the happy couple about what they want for their special day.

Kyrie is the one who mostly talks about the details with you, Nero nodding his head every now and then during the conversation. You find out that you only have a couple of months to pull this off, which is a little stressful considering that it is just you doing all the arrangements. But when you see Kyrie’s hopeful eyes as she goes on about her ideal flowers you decide that no bride should be left flowerless on her wedding day. You assure her that you will work tirelessly to make sure every bloom is perfect for her big day. The most heavenly smile you have ever seen breaks out on her face as she takes your hand and thanks you with utmost sincerity. Nero also smiles and gives you an appreciative nod, probably glad his bride-to-be has one less thing to stress about.

Their colors are yellow and blue, and Kyrie tells you what she ordered with the previous florist before it suddenly closed. You find that you can provide most of the flowers, some you have to suggest alternatives for because of the short notice. In the end the flowers you have listed are sunflowers, blue dahlias, yellow peonies, blue delphiniums, and blue periwinkle petals. You take really detailed notes about her bouquet and the arch they will be married under on the beach. And lastly, you list how many other bouquets, displays, and boutonnieres they will need. By the time you have everything written down you feel a bit overwhelmed but mostly excited to get started.

During your energetic conversation you find yourself growing quite fond of Kyrie. She is just so kind and shows a sense of sophisticated grace. Throughout your talks you come to truly believe that she really is some sort of heavenly being. She thanks you for your patience and understanding and you in turn tell her it is no inconvenience to you and that you are happy to oblige all her flowery needs.

You feel that you have won her approval, but you are still not sure about Nero. He has mostly been quiet so far, observing you and his surroundings closely and chiming in when Kyrie asks his opinion on something. He does not look like he dislikes you, but he has not gone out of his way to be friendly and courteous towards you like the absolute angel next to him. You do not let this discourage you though. If he is anything like his father you know that it will take a little time before he warms up to you.

After your initial discussion about their wedding flowers Nero asks to speak to his fiancée privately. Kyrie looks over at him in surprise and asks if everything is okay. Before he can answer you nod and get up from your seat, knowing from past experience that this is when the husband tries to talk his lovely wife into ordering less flowers. You tell them that you will be just taking a walk on the other side of the garden when they are finished. Nero nods and Kyrie looks a little concerned as you walk away and take a small break.

As you stroll through your garden you come across your tulips. The sight of their stiff buds swaying in the late morning breeze inspires you to pick one for Vergil, already knowing the perfect tulip for him. With careful footing you step through the vibrant blooms and search for a variegated tulip that has the best colors to bring out that lovely shade of blue in his silver eyes. Just as you spot the lucky winner of your search you spot Vergil walking towards you. You put on a face of pure innocence, but it is obvious he is not to be fooled since his eyes narrow cautiously as he stops just outside the tulips.

“What mischief are you up to this time?” he questions warily.

Your drop the innocent act as you bring your hands up to your hips. “I can’t have you out doing me in my own flower game! Now…would you kindly turn around so I can properly surprise you, please?” you implore impatiently.

Vergil arches an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize I was winning.”

“Hmph!” You cross your arms and turn your head away from him, playfully sticking your nose up in the air.

His cocky laugh rings out, which makes you squint your eyes and glare at him. “Perhaps I’ll turn around,” he relents. His smug face softens as he gazes back into your irritated glare. “Recite more poetry for me while I wait,” he requests, though it almost comes out as a challenge.

You roll your eyes. “Alright, alright.” You look at him expectantly, but he is still as a statue while he continues to stare at you, clearly entertained by this whole situation. You let out an exasperated sigh. “You can turn around now!” You move towards the flower, but pause for a second. “And no peeking!” you add in a serious tone. Vergil keeps his smug smile plastered on his face as he swiftly turns his back. You pick your brain for any poems you have memorized as you go over to the chosen bloom, a white and purple variegated tulip. I know more Catullus...but I don’t know if I can recite any his love poems with straight face! You can feel your face heat up at the very thought of repeating steamy prose to the handsome devil standing close by.

As you bend down to pick the lucky flower your mind suddenly sparks with a more sweet and subtle poem. You look over at Vergil’s back, making sure he is not looking as you bring the flower to your chest. Your eyes roam over his strong and regal physique, biting your lower lip as you especially appreciate his long legs and other…prominent aspects of his body. You shake your head, casting out your desirous thoughts as you focus on his request. You clear your throat to signify that you are ready and slowly make your way out of the tulips as you recite Emily Dickinson.

When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun— The hand that paused to gather Upon this Summer's day Will idle lie—in Auburn— Then take my flowers—pray!

Vergil turns around to face you just as both of your hands hold out the variegated tulip to him. He tilts his head as he scrutinizes the striking purple strips on the stiff white petals. Your heart begins to thump rapidly when he suddenly steps up closer to you, causing you to crane your head up. He cups your hands and his warm calloused fingers caress your skin as he peers down at you tenderly.

“Thank you for the riveting recitation,” he murmurs. His low and sensuous voice sends shivers down your spine as you find yourself enraptured by his presence and touch. He takes one of your hands in his and brings it gently up to his lips, achingly gracing your skin with a lingering kiss as his molten silver eyes stare straight into your soul. “And for the compliment,” he tacks on with a genuine smirk.

Oh yeah…it most definitely includes smooth seduction. Soft warmth flushes through your body as the scent of bergamot drowns your senses. You are captivated by the beautiful eyes that have been object of your daydreams for the last couple of days. He lowers your hand, but does not release his grip as you just stand there, lost in whatever force has a hold over you. Your eyes linger all over his face, taking in the perfectly sculpted jawline, the ever-present crinkle between his brows, and the soft laugh lines that have blessed you with their presence. This brings your attention to his mouth, and you cannot help but wonder how those velvety lips would feel pressed against your lips instead of your hand.

The sound of footsteps breaks you both out of the intimate moment. Vergil glances over your shoulder as he relinquishes your hands and puts his flower inside his coat. You look over as well and see a dumbfounded Nero and a jovial Kyrie walking towards you. You immediately feel self-conscious about your very obvious flustered appearance, trying desperate to cool your heated cheeks by fanning yourself with your hand. Meanwhile, Vergil is somehow the epitome of cool, calm, and collected…which is totally unfair!

You do not let that discourage you as you put on a friendly face and ask if they are ready to continue. Kyrie nods and informs you that they talked it over and decided to do a more modest arch, so they will not need as much flowers as they originally thought. Nero gives his father a questioning look that seems to ask “what the hell are you doing here?” Vergil just stares back stoically in response to his son’s quiet query. As you all walk back to the garden table Nero breaks the silence and talks to you directly for the first time since meeting him.

“So, uh…how do you two know each other?” he asks hesitantly, his inquisitive eyes darting between you and his father.

“We met at the book café. Your father took my spot,” you answer, a reminiscent smile spreading across your face.

“I don’t recall seeing your name on it,” Vergil curtly adds with a huff.

You promptly ignore his commentary and go on with how you remember the events of that serendipitous day, doing your best to hold in your laughter. “And I, being a kind and gentle soul, allowed him to stay.”

“I beg your pardon?” Vergil glares at you incredulously. His response makes you do a whimsical twirl as a lighthearted giggle escapes your lips, your dress flaring out delicately in the breeze. Vergil sighs as the corners of his mouth twitch a bit, shaking his head at your jest. Kyrie giggles along with you while Nero looks at his father totally stunned.

“Needless to say,” you continue as soon as the giggle fit subsides, “after that misunderstanding was cleared, we chatted about more pleasant things and voila! Book nook buddies for life!”

“So…you’re friends then?” Nero prods, earning a hard stare from his father.

“Yeah!” you exclaim as your hand surreptitious reaches for a fistful of the marjoram flowers hidden in your dress pocket. “Friends that remind each other to lose the glower and smell the flowers!” You raise your hand and let the flowers scatter in the air, showering everyone with a healthy sprinkling of light pink petals. Kyrie laughs in delight while Nero looks around at the falling petals in confusion.

A low grumbling growl brings your attention to Vergil, who does not look very amused as a few stray petals cling to his perfectly slicked back hair. His irritable stare makes your smile drop as your eyes widen in surprise, putting a hand over your mouth to control the giggle that is bubbling just behind your lips. “Oops!” you mutter softly behind your hand, earning you a severe sideways glance from the grumpy Son of Sparda. Kyrie has her hand over her mouth as well to hide her smile, but Nero’s lips break into boyish grin as he fails to hold it back any longer.

“It’s a good look for you, Dad,” he compliments while giving his father a mocking nod of respect. Vergil snarls in response to his son’s sassy compliment.

“I can fix it!” you blurt out as you put yourself in between them, trying to defuse the situation you accidently created. Vergil peers down at your pleading face, and he must see that you honestly did not mean to embarrass him because his harsh expression softens a little. You hear Kyrie behind you ask Nero to accompany her to the nearby garden fountain and they both walk off, leaving you alone with a pretty prickly devil.

“I’m too short to reach you…could you kneel down for me?” you ask sheepishly. Vergil takes a deep breath and complies, bending a knee down to the ground so his head is level with your shoulders. You thank him with a smile as you pick tiny petals from his hair, being careful not pull the silky white strands too much. As you circle around to expect the back of his head you cannot help but to enjoy his soft and shiny hair, letting your fingers linger just a bit longer than they should as they remove pesky petals. Vergil is motionless and silent, which gives you a good opportunity to apologize.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t think these flowers would be so clingy.”

Vergil quickly turns his head to look over his shoulder at you, startling you as your fingers rip away from his gorgeous hair. His keen eyes stare at you for a moment before he speaks in a calm and even tone. “There’s no need to apologize. I should’ve known you would pull one of your whimsical antics, but somehow you always manage to take me by surprise.”

You laugh softly as you move to face him again, his gaze following your form as you spot more petals nestling by his temple. “And I should know by now that you don’t like surprises,” you note as you gently dig out the tiny petals. Vergil has grown quiet again and you glance down to see if he really is not angry anymore. That is when you realize that his face is level with your chest as you bend down. Vergil is a gentleman though, averting his gaze as you proceed with your task…although, you do catch him sneaking peeks from the corner of his eye a couple of times.

This makes your stomach flutter with butterflies and your heart beat faster as a devious ploy pops into your head. If he can make me blush with his hand kisses…then I can raise the stakes and make him blush too! Before you can even ask yourself is this is a good idea your body instantly steps closer to examine the top of Vergil’s head for petals. This brings your chest so close to his face you can feel his breath brush against your skin, which sends pleasant tingles all over your body. You pretend to pick a petal out of his hair, savoring the smooth texture of his white locks between your fingertips and the subtle scent of bergamot once more before withdrawing just as quickly as you approached.

“There,” you declare with an impish grin. “Perfect as always.”

It seems your spur of the moment tease has flipped another switch inside of Vergil. His brow is completely relaxed, his cheeks show the barest amount of pink, and his eyes are gleaming as they stare up at you in awe. He seems so ethereal as he slowly rises back to his full height and his silver eyes pierce you to the spot, adding more fuel for your constant daydreams. The intensity of his gaze fills you with triumph as it stirs your heart and sets your soul aflame. That mysterious force is back, stronger and headier than before as it pulls him closer to you…

A violent rustling from some nearby shrubbery startles you. Vergil puts himself in front of you, shielding you from whatever threat lies beyond the bush. They shake again and you hear a string of curses coming from the leaves. You peer around Vergil’s body, wondering what strange creature is creeping and cursing in your garden. Suddenly, the black-haired woman from the van comes careening out of the shrubbery, jumping around and fidgeting as she swats various spots on her body with her free hand. She has a phone in the other hand and when she finally notices you and Vergil, she quickly hides it in what looks to be a tool belt as she gives you both a casual wave and a grin.

“Hey, uh…fancy meeting you here.”

“Nico?!” Nero exclaims as he and Kyrie rush over, no doubt hearing the commotion and coming to investigate. “What the hell are you doing?”

Nico rolls her eyes behind her red glasses. “I got bored waitin’ on ya’ll! So…I decided to go explorin’.”

“In the bushes?” Vergil questions blankly.

“Y-yeah!” Nico stutters a bit, but quickly recovers. “Never know what’s lying beneath something so pretty.”

“Aww, thank you!” you beam, giving the nice strange lady a big happy smile. In return, Nico nods as she gestures around the garden and wiggles her eyebrows. Kyrie smiles along with you and Vergil relaxes as he continues to stare at Nico suspiciously. Nero just looks at her in utter disbelief. You know that her explanation is odd, her appearance and attire screaming mechanic instead of explorer, but it is clear that whatever she is up to she meant no harm. There has been enough excitement for today and the appointment is almost over anyway, so you let her explore to her heart’s content as long as she does not harm the plants and flowers.

When it is clear that you have no problem with Nico rummaging through your bushes you get back to business with the happy couple. You go over the final order, happily adding a couple of flower crowns and few other minor details to the list. By the end of the appointment Kyrie is positively gleeful. Her jubilant attitude is contagious as Nero’s smile widens and your mind is already buzzing with exhilaration. Kyrie gives you her number and insists that if you ever need help all you need to do is call. You feel touched by her generosity, but you explain that you are going to try your hardest to make sure that they do not have to lift a finger.

“Well, we better be off,” Nero says after checking the time on his phone.

“Thank you so much for doing our flowers on such short notice!” Kyrie happily smiles as she takes both your hands in gratitude.

“Oh no, it’s no trouble at all!” you say graciously as you squeeze her hands back in understanding. “It will be a little tight, but I promise I’ll do my best to give you the wedding flowers of your dreams!”

You escort them through your garden to the front of your house. Nico has already made her way back to van, waving at you as she smokes a cigarette. Kyrie surprises you by giving you a friendly farewell hug. Nero thanks you with a grateful smile. He warmed up to you after the spontaneous flower shower…you get the feeling that he is a little impressed for some reason. Whatever it is that made him open up you are glad that you got to know him better. As you wave goodbye and watch them leave Vergil appears next to you just as the RV backs up and shoots down the road. The tires squeal as they speed away, leaving behind a big puff of white smoke.

“I think they like me!” you exclaim in delight.

Vergil chuckles. “How could they not? You are a marvelous woman after all,” he compliments as he stares at the lily adorning your hair.

You do not even try to hide the blush breaking out over your cheeks. “I guess those sweet words mean you’re not still mad about the flower shower?”

“I wasn’t mad.”

“Hmm, you looked pretty mad.”

“I wasn’t-” he scoffs, but stops short when he sees your cheeky grin. His scowl softens as he shakes his head. “Sometime I wonder if you drive me mad on purpose.”

“And what if I am?” you ask, playfully tilting your head to the side.

Vergil’s lips curve into a fond smile as his eyes glitter wickedly, staring deeply into your eyes. “Then by all means,” he mutters as he raises his hand and gently brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. “Don’t ever stop.”

No matter how many times he makes you blush and tingle with his charming words you know that you will never tire of it. You will gladly give him all of your crimson blushes, your mirthful smiles, and your vibrant blooms in return. Even though you have only known him for a short time you feel deep down that you would anything for the eldest Son of Sparda…anything to see his handsome face smile and his eyes gleam with passion. Even when roses cease to bloom, you will always be there with a fresh bouquet in hand, ready for him to take your heart along with your flowers, pray!

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