#and I hurt because even though he tells Nero to let Kyrie know everything

[akumanoken]

Me writing Souij’s feelings about the twins like

#I say he crushes #but no #he loves them #so fucking much #and I hurt because even though he tells Nero to let Kyrie know everything #he will carry this shit to his grave if allowed #Material Girl;; (DMC Verse)

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Could I have jkn for the valentine's event for nero and v? much appreciated moosh ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

Nero

J   :   JEALOUSY.     Is your s/o easy to get jealous in a relationship?

With his fucking insecurities? Most definitely Nero is the jealous type - even when he really doesn't want to be but he just can't help with those insecure thoughts and fear of abandonment about that one day you'll wake up and find someone so much better than him - someone...normal, and he's more than terrified of that possibility becoming true. However at the end of the day his worries are put at slight ease when your arms wrap around his neck and you pepper your sweet kisses across his cheeks that makes his inner demon pure out, he basks in your loving warmth. 

What was he thinking? This is you we're talking about, if you're unhappy he knows that if you'll talk to him about it and whatever you wish to do about that he will absolutely respect your choice no matter what. But until or if ever that day comes, he's going to make sure his damndest that you're the happiest person on earth - demons and the demon world be damned. 

K   :   KISS.  Is your s/o a good kisser? why / why not?

Kyrie was Nero's first ever relationship and of course his first ever kiss; and since then lots of things have happened like the two of them respectfully breaking off things when they finally had the freedom of discovering themselves after the fall if the order to which both their discoveries led to them both realizing that it wouldn't work between them and that fateful decision eventually leading Kyrie to Nico and Nero to you. So that being said...you're Nero's second ever relationship and oh boy does it show with how awkward the man starts out with trying to express any kind of affection. 

When first prepping himself up to go for the romantic approach when kissing you for the first time he actually does a pretty good job with it! He'd walked you home one night after a night out and seen you up to your front door. Doing the little nose rub thing he does when he's flustered telling you how much he enjoyed the night out with you, smiling like an idiot when you giggle and agree that you had fun too. With the nice gentle glow of his devil bringer in your hand he mentally tells himself to just do it, that it shouldn't be that hard - he's already done it a few times before, he's ready to kiss you! So looking into your eyes and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he leans in closer to your face, his cheeks growing hotter and hotter with each passing second and all previous confidence he had quickly tanking until he freezes in place inches away from your lips. Now you're used to seeing Nero red faced, the guy yells a fuck ton and when he gets pissed - he gets fucking PISSED. However seeing, this particular shade on his entire face is...quite hard for you to keep your giggles in at how fucking adorable it is and with a sigh through your nose does your lips meet up with his the rest of the way. 

Like expected those first few things are awkward and fumbled on his part but just give him time and he'll quickly find his cocky confidence more and more with each and every kiss until it's you that's the one who's hot faced flustered mess, which to Nero perfectly suits you. 

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N   :   NAUGHTY.   What is your s/o like in bed?

Same logic with K, however with Kyrie he didn't come this far and well sexual education wasn't exactly taught well in the Order so in this field he has absolutely no idea the hell he's doing so you're going to have to be the one to show him the ropes first. Nero is definitely a fast learner when it comes to learning new skills so everything you tell him (I.e where/how to touch, which fingers go where, good starting pace, etc) it takes him no longer than a snap for it to click with him and get you crying out for him in no time at all. 

Once he gets enough experience to know fully what he's doing he tends to like things rough and fast, instances he can get so lost in the moment and just...let go. However, of course the youngest Sparda can be definitely sweet and have absolutely no problem if you want to take things gentle for the night, spending up to the very early hours of morning worshiping your lips with the sweetest rock of your swaying hips together your flesh covered all sorts of filth and markings (mostly on you, on Nero his tend to not completely but mostly heal and clear up minutes after your teeth leave his skin) making the sweetest love like it was your last day on earth. 

V

J   :   JEALOUSY.     Is your s/o easy to get jealous in a relationship?

No, not necessarily mostly because of the Vergil in him saying that he doesn't need to, you're your own person and you make your own choices and you chose to be with him because you love and trust one another so there's no need to feel such foolish feelings about 'competition' - because there isn't one. But that won't stop our lovely poet from turning his summons on 'sore losers.' Speaking of summons, Shadow and Griffon since being tied so directly to V are the actual two to get jealous "On goth Shakespeare over there's behalf," ...and oh boy, there has been quite a few guys that have been 'barbequed' and smack talked (or had their car shat on like that one time) via Griffon and/or growled, chased, or almost skewered by Shadow. 

K   :   KISS.  Is your s/o a good kisser? why / why not?

Well yes of course, even though he doesn't have that much experience (both as Vergil and his during his own time since being 'born') but he's quite a natural talent when it comes to it. His lips were just made for kissing, being to full and lush, seconds after they meet yours it's just easy to find your mind cutting off and just how time seems to just stop as your head spins, his tongue gently wrestling with yours that you don't even realize he's stopped until he's pulled back with cold metal of his rings flushed against your cheek with a loving smile. 

N   :   NAUGHTY.   What is your s/o like in bed?

Given how fragile his body is he can't go too hard without over exhausting himself or potentially hurting himself, however, just because he doesn't have the physical endurance that the rest of the Sparda men have doesn't mean that can't fuck you to the same result; a fucked out satisfied mess. 

V is the absolute king when in comes to dirty talk like he uses that voice that you hear in game (ex; "pin em to the wall", "I taking my time", ect.) in bed and it's just 😤👌. All depending on your preferences the things he says can vary; to either the more traditional 'dirty talk' how slutty your hole is just begging for him to go faster with how badly your squeezing around his fingers - to more gentle praises of encouragement such as him telling you how sweet you sound and how good you're doing for him and that you can last just a little longer so both of you can come together as his arms wrap around your waist and his hands clasp your ass as he guides your bounces while you ride him. 

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Father and Son

Their relationship with one another has always been a bit strained. Not having his father in his life for a majority of it and suddenly discovering he exists hasn't boated well within Nero since the day he found out. For Vergil, he still hasn't really bought up the courage to speak to Nero properly yet. To be honest, the man wasn't sure he'd know what to say to him. How does he explain everything that's happened to him up until this point? How does he explain not being there for his kid? How does he explain what Nero already knows?

Vergil wanted to make things right with Nero but he wasn't sure if the kid would even let him. Nero has actively avoided Vergil since he and Dante have gotten back from vacation in Hell, getting rid of the Qliphoth root. Anytime Vergil entered the same room as his son, Nero made his way out. Anytime Vergil tried to talk to him, he either pretended not to hear the older Sparda or would completely walk away. Sometimes Vergil didn't even get a word out because he'd chicken out.

If Griffon was still present, he knows the bird would be pestering him about talking to the boy. Griffon had always been a voice of reason for his human counterpart, the eldest kin of Sparda wishing he had him now to nudge him in the right direction.

"Nero", Vergil whispered.

The boy was only sitting a few meters away, across from him in the DMC office building yet they felt so far apart from one another.

"Nero", Vergil tried again, this time slightly louder.

"What do you want old man?", Nero asked, not looking up from the magazine he was reading. His voice leaked with a venom that seemed to hit Vergil straight in the chest.

Vergil looked away from his son, feeling as though he'd get hit if he was caught doing so.

"You've got my attention now, might as well say what it was you were going to", Nero grumbled.

Vergil sighed, trying to figure out how he starts this conversation. "Just tell the kid how you feel. He'll understand. Deep down inside, he just needs his father", Dante's words rang out in his head. As much as he hate to admit it most days, Dante was right and Vergil had to accept it this time.

"I... I'm sorry", Vergil finally said.

"For which part? Stealing my arm or abandoning me and my mother in Fortuna?", Nero asked.

"All of it", Vergil replied.

"Did you know I never got to meet my mother? She gave me up to an orphanage because my no good father left her to fend for herself. I don't even know what she looks like!", Nero's voice began to rise, his face heating up and the pages of the magazine crumpling under his fingers. "20 long years and it's you I discover is my father. Every one clap for the man who left me and my mother for dead!", Nero said. The boy was starting to yell, his neck a bright red.

"Nero-"

"Oh and don't get me started on how I got dragged into this mess! I almost killed my own uncle the first time I met him, let alone almost getting killed myself!", Nero yelled. He tossed the magazine he was reading to the side, standing, slowly make his way over to his father.

"You know what's worst of all? I had to go through all of that without you! Without anyone! Everyone I loved and cared about got killed along the way! I lost Credo! I almost lost Kyrie! And my mother, who I've never met! I lost all of them and you weren't there for any of it!", Nero yelled. He was standing before Vergil now, looking down at the ground. His hands were balled up fists, his hair a mess upon his head, his cheeks and neck a bright red. A small sniffle could be heard form Nero as tears began to pour down his face.

"Why?", he asks weakly.

Nero drops to his knees, resting his head on his father's lap as sobs ripped through the him.

"Why weren't you there?", Nero croaked out.

Vergil put a hand on his son's back, gently rubbing his back trying to bring any source of comfort he could. Nero clung onto his father as he cried into his torso. Vergil feeling almost stuck, hugged his son.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there before Nero. I can't pretend to know what it did to you but I can promise I'll be here now", Vergil said.

Nero looked up at Vergil, the man finally being able to see the amount of hurt and anguish that adorned his son's features.

"Please", Nero whispered.

Vergil moved the hair from Nero's forehead, placing a hesitant small kiss there.

"I promise"

#dmc5 nero #dmc vergil #dmc 5 #vergil #nero #father and son #bonding moment #i cry now #😢😭

[much-obliged-timothy]

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

*

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

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

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

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

“Kyrie-”

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

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

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

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

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

And Vergil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kyrie,” Nero said simply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re always starving,” Nero said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[blueroseblaze]

Hi! I just wanna say, I love your art and all your head cannons! 🥰 I’ve been playing DmC5 and I’m obsessed with those Devil bois! I’m all for cute head cannons, I’m also a fan of despicable me and the fanart with Gru and the trio of trouble makers. 💖 So my question is, what kind of dads would Dante/Nero/Virgil be with three little girls?

First off... thank you! 💕

Dante: The Fun Dad

Doesn’t matter how many girls Dante has he’s wrapped around each of their little fingers. They’re his little angels.

He cherishes every playtime, every tea party, and slays every fashion show. He loves to rough house and pretends to be overpowered by them (he puts up a little fight though to really sell it).

Doesn’t have very many rules he’s all about the fun. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. He’s very careful especially with his line of work and his weapons. It’s one the few things he gets serious about. Their health and safety is his number one priority. He never yells at them. If he does it’s because he was so unbelievably worried or scared he’d loose one or all of them. He’s not mad at them he’s mad that they could have been hurt

He’s not one for punishment. If they did something wrong he’ll let them know and tell them how he can do better. Sometimes a time out is in order or a trip to their bedroom, but his form of discipline is more on the “i’m not mad just disappointed” front.

He’s a little clueless when it comes to certain things and needs to call in Lady for help. He means well but he’d rather not mess it up. Especially when his girls start that time of the month. Now he has to play health teacher and THAT is a job for lady. He has no problem going out and getting whatever they need but he’s a bit always in asking for the specifics. He’ll ask what brand, what size, how many. But he has no shame in running those errands.

He’s ready to talk about anything and everything. Boys, girls, insecurities, fears. His ears are always open. And he always has a shoulder to cry on. He doesn’t give the best advice but he’s a good listener.

His girls are never too old for snuggles. Never. And he’s more sentimental than they are. He holds onto their old stuffed animals, blankys, baby shoes. He documents every big moment and keeps them all in an ever growing album. He’s a real sap of a dad.

Nero: The Cool Dad

Nero strives to be the best dad he can be. He knows what it’s like to grow up without one so he does his very best to be the best father ha could be. He wants his girls to know he’ll always be there for them. No matter what.

Like Dante he loves play time and is willing to go along with anything. Although he’s a little more smug and hesitant than Dante. He’ll throw in a subtle eye roll when he’s poured a hot cup of air (I mean tea) but as long as his daughters are happy he’s happy.

He loves singing to them. Singing them to sleep as he tucks them in, or serenading them while he makes dinner, sometimes even having a whole ensemble. It’s a fun family time to all just be around each other and sing together. They make up songs, or just sing whatever their favorite song is at the moment.

Like dang ehe didn’t have many rules but unlike Dante he’s a tad bit more strict. Not too much though. He’s a little more firm when he tells them to clean their room(s) and he’s a little more miffed when they don’t cooperate. Also similar with Dante he’s not one for harsh discipline, growing up in a super tightknit religious community he knows that harsh punishment only lead I him rebelling and causing more trouble.

He’s much more in the know and in tune with what his girls are feeling. Probably from growing up with Kyrie. He knows how to handle many uniquely feminine situations and he handles them with grace. His beautiful rosebuds never have to worry about not being able to open up to their dad.

Like Dante’s he’s a good listener. But unlike Dante he’s more willing to give advice and try to solve the problem but he also understands that sometimes a problem doesn’t need to be solved and just talked about. He’s great for venting like that.

Nero teaches his rosebuds to never be ashamed of themselves. Of who they are or what they are. He tells them about how he felt living with his demon arm and how others treated them and he turns that into a lesson about respecting and loving yourself despite what others may think.

Vergil: The Mentor Dad

(Now I cant stop imagining Nero with 3 baby sisters)

Vergil’s not making the same mistake he did with Nero. He’s going to be there for his darlings. He knows it’s not fair to Nero but it wouldn’t be fair to them if he wasn’t. He’s going to be a real father this time.

He’s still his cold rigid self but you can see that facade melt away when he’s with his girl’s. While he’s not bouncing off the walls like Dante he still engages them. He prefers stimulating their minds, playing games with them that involve a little more strategy. Like puzzles, reading, or even chess when they’re old enough to learn.

But even his darlings are free from rules. And he sets them hard. Chores, homework done by certain times, teeth brushed and pajamas on before 10 o’clock. He wants there to be order in his home.

Unlike Nero and Dante Vergil is more reliant on discipline, not corporal punishment, no he prefers a good old fashion grounding and confiscating of items. He keeps them safe in a hidden slot and will give them back once they’ve learned their lesson and have had a good long lecture

Vergil is a teacher, and life is his school. He wants his little girls to learn, to think for themselves and to set their own paths. He wants them to be their own people. He knows what it’s like to be under someone’s thumb with no free will. So while protective he avoids being overbearing

Vergil’s not very expressive but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t loves his children. If they ask him to smile for them he will with no hesitation. He’s also not stingy when it comes to hugs but he can turn on “scary dad” whenever he pleases.

He’s just as much wrapped around their little fingers as Dante but less obviously so. He’ll participate in whatever playtime they want but if you walk in on him in a tutu playing princesses. He make sure you never speak of it again

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What I Would Add To/ Change About: Devil May Cry 5

Hello again! Today is March 8th! Two years ago, Devil May Cry 5 was released, over ten years after Devil May Cry 4. Such a long gap caused many to believe that Capcom abandoned the franchise, but to our surprise at the 2018 E3 conference, after years of silence and tentative hope brought by a picture of Reuben Langdon and Johnny Yong Bosch in mocap gear, the day we dreamed of happened: DMC was back!

Now here’s the million dollar question: Did Devil May Cry 5 live up to it’s fans’ expectations after all those years?

I’m pleased to say, YES!

To the whole collective fandom, this game was totally Smokin’ Sexy Stylish!

To me individually...

Well...

It wasn’t really what I’d thought it’d be.

This is all just my own personal opinion and if you disagree with me, that’s perfectly okay! If you’d like to talk about a point I made, please let me know, but please try to respect my opinion as I respect yours.

Fair warning, I won’t talk about online stuff. I’m not an online gamer, that’s just not me.

Well, with out further ado, let’s get started!

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Like the last time, I’d like to start with the positives before getting to the things I wasn’t 100% on board with.

Combat. It’s DMC, and it’s styling way past any other game that dare challenge it.

The music: Frustration is getting bigger! BANG, BANG, BANG! Pull my Devil Trigger!

NICO. I jut love that crazy chick. And yay! Nero has a friend!

The death screen changes were SO helpful. Giving an option to come back in the middle of a fight saved me so much time! As long as it stuck to in-game currency...

The backgrounds are so detailed, Redgrave City looks amazing! And I was really happy when they brought back that gorgeous gothic architecture for Sparda’s mansion!

Bosses are tough, but not to unfair levels. It really makes you feel awesome when you finally knock that last bit of health out.

I’ll never miss an opportunity to fight Vergil. One for having an opponent that doesn’t tower over you, two for his fights just being great as usual. And after everything he’s done, yeah, it feels good to beat the ever loving crap out of him.

Dante dance. I cannot do it justice.

Lady’s new outfit is so cool!

Patty! Call her back Dante!

MOTORCYCLE! BUZZSAWS!

Dante has officially embraced being a silver fox. I salute him.

LORE!!!!!!

NERO! NERO! NERO! BEST BOY, SPICY SON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU PRECIOUS BLOODTHIRSTY SWEETHEART!

You can see just how much detail went into the game. From the blood tubes staining you to V decomposing, it’s astounding.

Nero got a Devil Trigger! And it’s GORGEOUS! ...I do miss his persona, though...

Seeing all our favorite demon hunters again! I missed these guys!

Okay, but before we get to what I wish they added, I want to say something.

I have a lot of issues with this game, but while I can blame some of that on the writing and design teams, a lot of it is also on me having spent years basically imagining the story that would be perfect for me and probably me only. So a lot of my problems may boil down to the game not matching my imaginary scenario, so take my suggestions with a grain of salt.

Now here are some things that could have possibly made me like the game more.

ADD:

MORE LADY AND TRISH. These women were screwed when it came to the plot and they could have done more, what the heck?! Maybe some scenes where they try to process what happened to them, have them distraught at having been used by Urizen to help him destroy the city and blame themselves. Have Lady blow up at Dante for not warning them about what was really going on, for letting them go in unprepared, let her tell him that the blood of the city is on their hands because he kept his mouth shut. Lady is a huge influence in his life, and I feel like this would really open his eyes to how much he messed up.

As for Trish, she knows better than anyone else that you can really screw up and hurt someone that cares about you. Maybe after everything goes down, she could be the one to encourage everyone that, “Yeah, we messed up big time. But sitting around here hating ourselves isn’t getting anything done. So get up, we’ve got a city to fix.” I feel like this could really show how human she’s gotten from being with Dante and the others. I think it’d make her look more multi-dimensional.

And how come Vergil can get a DLC when he was in the game even less than they were?! The women in these games deserve equal representation, Capcom’s DMC developers!

And as for Vergil, maybe make his deal less ambiguous? I mean, the whole “Is Vergil really redeemed?” debate is really bringing out the worst in people. Like yeah, keep it ambiguous to the characters, it makes sense for Vergil to not show something “weak” like remorse to others, but show it in a way that the player can easily interpret.

Give Vergil some missions to himself where he takes in exactly what he’s done. Have him see Redgrave City, where he was born, devastated, people he may have once known reduced to ashes and know this is all because of him. That just because he wanted to be stronger, he’s destroyed lives, because even if he had no intentions of doing so, the split went against his wishes and left him weak to see a tyrant slaughter countless people without any goal. Have him realize that even if that was unintentional, he still nearly almost ended humanity once before with a sound mind (Temen-ni-gru) so he can’t pretend he’s in the right and that he’s actually probably a disgrace to Sparda’s legacy. Have him run into a sobbing little boy crying that his mother was killed and he lost his brother, maybe in the ruins of the family home. Have Vergil look into a mirror and see Mundus, have him realize that he’s no better than the demon that killed his mother and imprisoned him for years. Have him hallucinate Sparda disowning him for going against everything Sparda believed in. Have him see Eva sadly tell him that she wanted to save him, but seeing what he’s become lament that she lost her life trying to save a monster. And when Dante tells him Nero’s his son, he freezes. He abandoned and maimed his own child, left him for his brother to care for. Dante sees this and doesn’t know what to do? Is Vergil...sorry? Can he take a chance on him this time?

Or leave him an unrepentant jerk that’s just upset he still can’t win and expressly tells Nero he’s only going to cut down the Qliphoth down so he can fight Nero again and because he doesn’t want to give up Yamato.

And for that matter, make V’s goal clearer to the player. Have him expressly state, when he’s by himself with his familiars with no one that he can manipulate around that:

A. He wants to stop Urizen and prevent anymore devastation as atonement for his crimes as Vergil and part of the reason he wants to merge again is that while he does want to fight Dante again, he deserves to die as Vergil or defeat Dante and fix his mistakes by himself, realizing that Dante’s been cleaning up his messes for years. 

B: He wants his power back, his mind got stuck in the human half and he can’t stand how weak it is. Everyone is just a stepping stone for him to be stronger.

Actually have the characters react to the Qliphoth. Seriously, everyone is crazy apathetic to all the death and destruction that they failed to stop. Aren’t they supposed to be the “heroes?” The only character this would make sense for, ironically, the one who actually seems to remember it exists at the end, Nero. Yeah. Remember how he didn’t care about anything but Kyrie in 4? Remember how the developers said he would just walk away after Dante shot the pope if Kyrie wasn’t there? I’m not say he needed to stay apathetic, I’m just saying it doesn’t make sense for him to be the righteous character. 

Have Dante at some point just look out at Redgrave and see that if he had told the others what was going on, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. “...This didn’t have to happen.” Have this weigh on him. He’ll still act goofy, but he realizes that his selfishness can have real consequences. 

Have him realize that he really hurt Nero with what he said and that he used Nero’s trauma and insecurity against him in the heat of the moment and it’s causing a rift between him. When he’s alone, make him privately promise to make it up to him later and actually apologize at some point near the end. Dante should know from his experiences with Vergil that insecurity can lead someone down the wrong path and that if he doesn’t do something he could lose one of the few positive relationships he has.

Have Nico have at least one freak out at everything around her and realize that she might not be as ready for this as she thought. She hasn’t experienced something like this before like the others. Nero comforts her and it makes their friendship grow stronger.

When Nero starts talking about family, he should acknowledge that while he is related to Vergil, they’re not really a family yet until they actually work for it, and that he knows what a real family is like, the ones who adopted him and were there for him (Kyrie’s parents, Credo, Kyrie, Nico, Dante, Lady, Trish, etc.).

Make it clearer that Vergil isn’t forgiven for his crimes, but that they’re willing to give him a chance. His last one.

Alright, now for the overall changes.

CHANGE:

The entire ending. Instead of Dante going down with Vergil, Vergil stops him and tells him that his life is here, with people that haven’t hurt him like he has. Dante tries to protest, says he can’t leave Vergil free to do whatever, but Vergil gives a bittersweet smile and tells him he can’t stop him, but it’s obvious Vergil’s not going to do anything again. When Dante gets desperate and tells Vergil he can’t leave him again, Vergil tells Dante he’ll be back, once he’s cleaned up his own mess for once; he’s the older brother after all. With that, Vergil goes to fix his mistake.

Dante’s left behind by his brother again. Instead of brushing things under the table, Nero is furious with Dante for never telling him the truth about his family. Especially after he was left uncertain about the future and looked to Dante for guidance, Nero feels betrayed. Dante understands and apologizes. Nero’s too upset to accept and tells Dante he needs time to think before he’s ready to talk to him again. Instead of begging Nero to stay and keep a connection he desperately needs, Dante lets him go, realizing that if he wants to fix things, he needs to start learning how to talk about how he actually feels instead of covering things up and unintentionally hurting those he loves.

Vergil destroys the Qliphoth, but doesn’t leave the Underworld. Realizing just how much he’s sinned, starting all the way back to Temen-ni-gru, he resolves to not go back to the human world until he’s made himself one worthy of being a Son of Sparda, finally understanding what that really means. Descending into the Underworld, he won’t leave until he’s eliminated those that would harm the world his brother, father and son protect so hard. This could be the start of his own spin-off series that would focus more on the demon lore in the games and take place entirely in the Underworld with Vergil struggling to be a better person and take responsibility for his own actions. Devil May Cry: Atonement, maybe.

Nero heads back home with Nico but doesn’t read V’s book. Hurt from his betrayal, he puts it in a box and seals it up for Vergil’s maybe return. When Nico starts talking about how Agnus is the reason she’s alive, she also acknowledges that she already has a real father and family that love her and subtly (and stutteringly) implies Nero’s a part of that, cementing that Nero has a family that loves him and is there for him. Nero thanks her  and the two descend into silence for a bit before they start mocking each other and end up laughing before Nico realizes Nero’s crying. When she starts freaking out, he explains that he’s scared he’s still not strong enough to protect them, but before Nico can say anything, the phone rings. Answering it, a voice says, “You don’t have to be.” Looking out front the two see Kyrie and Patty, decked out in hunting gear, a phone in Kyrie’s hand. Smiling at them, she says into it, “We’ll protect each other.” Running out of the van, Nero scoops Kyrie up in a hug. When Patty starts complaining about them ignoring her, Nico pulls her away and tells her not to interrupt. After a bit, the group looks out at the horizon and vow to fight together, not letting themselves fall to the bitterness that led to this mess. Seeing some demons approach and watching his crew get ready, Nero smiles before smirking and gets ready to throw down. “Let’s rock!” Devil May Cry: Forsaken.

Dante looks out over Redgrave from his childhood home, silently miserable. After a while, Lady and Trish come over and try to talk, but he cuts them off with an apology. Fully realizing how his inability to let other people in nearly got them all killed, he encourages them to leave so they don’t end up like that again. Stunned from Dante apologizing, the two are silent. Then Lady angrily asks, “What the hell?! Just how dumb are you?!” She tells him that yeah he really screwed up this time, but they’re not going anywhere! He’s an idiot, but he’s THEIR idiot, and they’re not leaving him alone. They need him and he needs them. Trish tells him that if he has time to mope, he has time to clean up the city. The girls begin to walk back to the city and tell him to hurry up. A genuine smile on his face, Dante looks to his family’s home one more time, sheds some tears and walks away, from his past to his new family. Devil May Cry 6 will pick up on what happens next.

If Resident Evil can have like 50 spin-offs, why can’t DMC?

Alternatively, I’m also open to the suggestion of Vergil being stuck as V for the rest of his life. Karmic punishment at it’s finest.

In all honestly, Vergil was really unnecessary to bring back. Like, just make him DLCs, his whole story is done. It just feels like fanservice and the writers banking on a popular character to bring in sales. I also feel like the game bends itself over backwards to please him (back to life, cheat coded to power, no more nightmares, gets to fight Dante whenever he wants, gets a son who wants his acknowledgement he didn’t have to raise, crimes are basically swept under the rug) while everyone else gets kind of screwed over (Dante has to leave his friends behind, Nero’s abandoned again, Lady and Trish are captured and get no screen time, V’s familiars are gone, millions are dead).

I think Urizen and V should have been their own things: I liked the idea of Urizen being the general of Mundus that attacked Dante’s house (his ACTUAL reason for fighting) and V being Mundus’ son who was abused and bonded with his henchmen who decided to become a devil hunter in vengeance for his mistreatment. I dunno, I feel bad V (who legitimately creeped me out) was just made into a convenient little redemption arc.

Nero’s character arc really should have been something else. I think he should have learned throughout the story to stop caring what others thought about him (a trait that should have been visible in 4 if it was going to be such a big deal in 5) and learn to trust his own strength. He should’ve realized that he doesn’t need to prove anything to Dante, he’s never going to be the same and he should be happy with who he is. Also, wanting Vergil’s acknowledgement doesn’t make sense. He may be his biological father, but literally the only things Nero knows about him is that he ripped his arm off, started the apocalypse, got millions killed, manipulated him and wants to kill the guy who was actually like a dad to him. Biological ties can only count for so much.

Alternatively, his arc could have been about becoming a more compassionate person. Like I said earlier, it’d make sense if he didn’t care about anyone other than Kyrie being in trouble. And remember when he tried to kill an armor he thought had a human in it in 4? Along with the seemingly human Agnus? Have Dante worried Nero might go down the wrong path. Have him tell Nero about Vergil WAY earlier (months after 4) and have Nero worried if he’ll turn out like that. Nero actually had more potential to be dark than Dante, and I feel like that in trying to make him look like a perfect hero in 5, they had to make Dante look worse (keeping secrets, ignoring suffering, etc.).

And instead of “deadweight,” Nero’s berserk button should have been Dante not telling him things. You know, like the Order? The group he worked for that tried to start the apocalypse in secret and nearly got him and his girlfriend killed along with actually killing his older bother? Yeah.

I do not like the hyperrealism. This is purely on me preferring more animesque art styles, but I always felt that not looking like actual humans helped the series’ fantastic elements shine.

Dante’s new outfit is just so...muted. It’s just boring. Dante’s supposed to be flashy, dang it! Give me back the chaps!

Nero’s hair is awful. It just looks terrible on him, I wanted him to have long, pretty hair. They should have just kept his trigger hair all throughout the game.

Also, Dante’s the hunk, give Nero back his soft, pretty boy face!

DON’T GET RID OF DEVIL BRINGER! I hated using the Devil Breakers, who wants breakable weapons in Devil May Cry?! What’s next, reloading ammo?! And if you can come back from being stabbed, shot, electrocuted, impaled, would it kill you to let Nero grow his demon arm back to keep his playstyle easier?! And if you needed a challenge, congratulations! Nero lost his Devil Trigger! WORK WITH THAT! 

Please don’t get rid of Dante. I love Nero, but he can’t do the main protagonist role. This is Dante’s series and he needs to finish it. Sure, give Nero a spin-off or two, but let Dante finish the story; the “Sons of Sparda” storyline was just 3. Not the whole series. Vergil is an important figure in Dante’s story, but he’s not where it ends. Dante. And. Vergil’s. Lives. Do. Not. Revolve. Around. Each. Other. They just liked to fight each other and developed opposing ideals, but their overall goals ultimately didn’t really factor in the other.

The whole Vergil abandonment thing shouldn’t have happened along with his beating Dante obsession, it seriously weakened Vergil’s character. He started out as someone who wanted the power to defend himself and became so deluded that he was ready to disregard any moral limitation to get it and simply fought Dante to amuse himself while never letting it get in the way of his goals. And him blaming Dante and Eva and insisting that Dante had an easier life, while I can understand it, just makes him come across as a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum.

Let V’s familiars kill demons without him. That was just really annoying.

And that’s it. My dreams for Devil May Cry 5 and the reality were two very different things and honestly...I’m afraid I’m growing out of this series. 

I’ll still post some content I want to get out, but I’m not sure I’ll be picking up the next one.

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The next morning around 7 am…

The storm’s intensity had seemingly faded during the night. Though rain still fell in an unending torrent, the barbaric winds that had once rattled the windows of the streets of Fortuna had subsided and the lightning had ceiced. While thunder was still an occasional occurrence, it was much less disruptive and nowhere near as powerful as it had once been. The roads remained flooded for the time being, but people could once again be seen taking to the streets to perform basic tasks such as shopping and maintenance. All in all, things were starting to look up slightly, the metaphorical and literal dark cloud that had been lowered over the region finally letting up a little.

V was awakened by the unfamiliar sensation of sunlight making contact with his body. When they had returned home the night before, he had been utterly exhausted and remembering to close the curtains had been very low on his list of priorities. A low rumbling purr pulled at the edges of his consciousness, inviting him to fully regain his senses. The young summoner turned his head away from the sunlight slightly, fully aware that Shadow was taking a snooze on the floor beside him. 

He sat up and stretched his arms over his head, cursing himself silently as a dull throb crawled through his lower abdomen. He hadn’t been awake enough at that moment in time to remember his injuries from the night before. V winced slightly and clambered to his feet, keying into the sound of several voices coming from the other side of the door. Things had been relatively quiet a moment ago. What had changed that so suddenly? V carefully tiptoed over Shadow, not wanting to awaken his feline companion. She and Griffon both deserved their rest. They had done admirably the night before. He glanced down at arms, noting that Griffon had chosen to stay in his tattoo form for now. That was probably a plus for V, considering his beloved bird’s mouthy nature.

Upon opening the door, he was greeted with the sight of none other than Magnolia. The middle aged woman was leaned against the doorway, engaged in a conversation with Kyrie that he had only caught the end of. The young brunette looked thrilled and worried to see her new companion all at once.

“It’s wonderful to see you, Magnolia but… shouldn’t you be…” Kyrie didn’t seem to know the polite way to ask her about her medical status. She had been horrified to find out that the kindly Alchemist she had just met had ended up in the emergency room an hour or so afterwards.

Magnolia patted her on the shoulder gently, clearly happy to see her, but also quite worn out. Much to her dismay, she wasn’t as young as she once was. “Oh, don’t trouble yourself, dear,” She said with a kind smile,” I won’t be here long. I’m off to the docks. If I’m going to have to languish away in a bed for a couple of days, it’s going to be in my own flat, yea?”

Kyrie nodded, seemingly still concerned but aware that there was nothing she could do about this. The young woman had come to the conclusion that Nero’s friends were all slightly insane and it was best to let them do as they pleased in most cases. Magnolia turned her attention to V, noticing for the first time that he was standing there. She gave him a mischievous smirk, clearly as glad to see that he was alright as he was to see her. He had no idea where to begin trying to thank her for her selfless actions the night before. In saving his life, she had nearly lost hers, and they didn’t even know one another.

“... I’d like to thank you for saving me last night… I-”

The alchemist held up her hand, gently shushing him with a waive of her finger and a shake of her head. “Hush now, Love. This isn’t my first fight. I didn’t go through the trouble of bringing you back from Purgatorio just to let a Faust send you right back,” She reached into her pocket, pulling a small piece of cardstock paper from within and handing it to him,” Once we all get settled in, give me a call. I’d like to see if I can help you. I hear you're a summoner. Perhaps I can show you a trick or two.”

V nodded, looking the small piece of paper over. He would consider her offer. After all, he was in her debt. She’d saved his life. It was a small favor to ask, and it could prove to be beneficial down the road. After a moment he nodded quietly, moreso to himself than to her but she got the message regardless.

Before they could finish their conversation, Vergil and Dante rounded the corner from the living room, seemingly embroiled in some other topic of conversation. Nero shadowed them, though he seemed to be uninvolved in whstervet they were talking about. Upon seeing Magnolia, Vergil craned his neck to the side, clearly inquiring in silence as to what the hell she was doing out of the hospital. “I see they were unable to keep you.”

Magnolia schoffed, folding her arms gently around her torso so as to not aggravate her wounds. “If I didn’t know better, Vergil Sparda, I’d say you were worried about me,” The smug smile on her face spoke volumes,” Is that why you're still in town?”

Vergil blanched, horrified by the statement. “Absolutely not. In fact, I was just leaving.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” She said with a small giggle,” Now that I’m here.”

The subtle yet totally flabbergasted look on Vergil’s face was enough to nearly send Dante into a laughing fit. It wasn’t every day that he found someone so adept to getting under his twin brother’s skin. The youngest Son of Sparda clapped his brother on the shoulder, gesturing towards her. “You’ve gotta tell me how you two met sometime. There has to be some history between you two.”

Magnolia smirked, waving goodbye to the group as she turned and carefully headed down the stairs. “You're quite right, Dante. Since we're all going in the same direction, we might as well travel together. I can regale you with tales from your brother’s youth on the way.”

No one present could tell if the face Vergil made at the prospect was anguish, anger, or pure unadulterated terror, but he followed her out of the door, more than likely eager to ask her to reconsider. Dante followed her as well, more than curious as to what dirt she had on his frigid twin. Nero joined V at his side, shaking his head as they all hurried out of the door. 

“Yea, next time we run into each other, you’ve gotta fill me on on some of that, too,” Nero said, not even trying to hide his amusement at the concept of being able to relentlessly torment his father with all of his embarrassing secret,” I bet it’s pretty funny.”

Both Nero and V could practically feel their father screaming on the inside as the front door closed. V smirked, suppressing a snicker. Yes, it looked like he did need to pay her a visit. Anyone that good at driving their father insane was worth his time. He turned to Nero, feeling the need to say something but not entirely sure what. Nero seemed to share that sensation, contributing to the awkward silence that settled over them. Thankfully Kyrie, who had gone into the kitchen during all of this to give them space, seemed to feel their discomfort and called to them from the next room, informing them that breakfast would be ready in a few minutes. Nero thanked her and headed towards the stairs, seemingly planning to wake the children.

“... Wait…” V called after him, now more sure of what he wanted to say. A lot had happened between them in the last few days.”... Thank you… for everything…”

Nero stopped and gave him a surprised look before scratching the back of his neck, unsure of how to take the comment. On the rare occasion that V tried to open up to him, he was never sure what to say. Every genuine moment between them seemed to come without notice, but he didn’t really loathe that. In fact, it almost made him happy. Maybe.

“... You too, I guess,” Nero said quietly, glancing towards the stairs,”... I’m gonna go wake up the kids. See you at breakfast?”

V nodded in agreement. They shared a moment of silence (one that was significantly less uncomfortable than the last) and then Nero made good on his word, heading upstairs to go wake up the boys. V turned and went back into his room, opting to take a moment to reflect. Upon entering the room and closing the door, he decided that it would be best to change his clothes before heading to breakfast. Upon sitting down on the bed and pulling the comfortably loose shirt over his head, it occurred to him that what he had just done should have hurt considerably more than it had. He placed the shirt down on the bed and turned his attention to the bandage that covered the laceration he’d received from the Cutlass the night before, carefully peeling it back to check on the injury.

And to his utter disbelief, he was met with nothing more than a bloody bandage. There was no wound to speak of, only the slight soreness that it had left in its wake. V traced the spot where the wound had been, unsure of how to take this sudden revelation. He had never recovered from an injury that quickly in his entire life. What was going on? Had his recent resurrection awakened something within him? Was this some sort of biological fluke? Whatever it was, he was grateful for it for the time being. V wasn’t the type to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As he grabbed a spare shirt and laid it down on the bed, he decided to take a quick shower. So many things had happened to him in the last three days. So many things were still left unanswered. And as soon as he felt up to it, he was going to pay Magnolia a visit. Perhaps she and his father could help him locate the answers he so longed for. But all of that would have to come at a later date. For now, he was going to take a hot shower and relax. And then he was going to fight his young nephews for the waffles he could smell from the kitchen. They had lost already, they just didn’t know it yet.

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"You don't have to force it when Kyrie's not around," Kyle states plainly, voice lacking any hint of his emotions as usual. His eyes remain cast down onto his bowl of cereal and continues before Nero can even ask. "The 'being nice', thing." Kid's had enough experience in previous foster homes to notice how uncomfortable the man is around him and Julio, how the smiles carry unease. "We'll be out of your hair in a few months anyway. Be easier if you drop the act now."

Drop the–…?

It’s probably only a second or two that the silence lingers. It’s hard to keep track of that kind of thing when the ground just seems to open up from breath you. There’s a moment - just the briefest, most terrifying moment - where his gut response is anger. A bright flash in his chest. Why can’t he do something right? For once? Why is everything always fucking wrong?

… but it doesn’t last.

That bright, blinding, burning flash fades so fast, and in its place is something dull and empty.

He’s glad he’s facing away from Kyle when it hits. He doesn’t really know what his face is doing, but he pauses for a few moments, before putting the plate back into the sink.

Kyle is…. difficult to read. He and Kyrie had known that going in - they’d mentioned it at the Orphanage before they’d signed the papers. They knew. He knew…. but the reality is always more difficult to handle. Still… they wanted to try. They’d made a promise. And he was not going to break it!

He dries his hands and makes his way over to the table, pulling up a chair on the opposite corner, wanting to give Kyle enough space. He can sense Kyle not making eye contact, and he gets it. Oh boy, does he get it. His own eyes are downcast, focused loosely on the messy wood grain, and it takes a minute or two before he can get any words out.

“Y’know… I was adopted,” he says, and honestly, he’s unsure where exactly he’s going with it. It feels important to get out there, though. He takes a shaky breath and finally lifts his gaze, looking over at Kyle as he pushes his cereal around in his milk. “I was, uh… a lot younger, so… I guess it’s not really the same thing, but… I felt… unwanted. For a long time. I wasn’t super close to my family, either - our parents were busy a lot. Strict. And then they died when I was about twelve.”

Maybe Kyle doesn’t need to hear this? Maybe it’s irrelevant? Maybe he doesn’t care? But he wants to be honest, here. He needs Kyle to know why he’s…. bad at this. And that he wants to be better.

“Kyrie was all I really had growing up. And things weren’t easy. Things weren’t…. good. There was, y’know… a lot of bad shi–… stuff… that happened. To us. To other people. I know a lot of bad stuff has happened to you, too. So….”

He wants to tell him he gets it, but fuck, if that isn’t the most condescending fucking thing! He knows exactly how he would have reacted if someone had told him that when he was a kid. He sighs.

“I care about you, Kyle. I mean that. I hate that you’ve been hurt. And…. I don’t want you to think I’d ever do that. You’re not ‘in our hair’. You’re here because we want to help you. And Julio. And Carlo. I guess I’m just…. Not great at this. Never had good examples.”

He chances a small grin at that, but it’s still nervous. Still not in his eyes. And that’s the problem. He knows it is.

“… I’m–… honestly? I’m terrified. Of doin’ this wrong. Of making things worse. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with. A lot of people don’t like me. But I want you guys to like me. And I’m sorry if I’m not doin’ a good job of that.”

The smile does find his eyes, then. It’s a small one, but real.

“Let me keep trying?”

#:'( #THANKS XIXI!!!! #now I'm having EMOTIONS!!!!!!! #KYLE!!! <3333 #cantusgratia

[sethrine-writes]

Heat of the Ocean

Fandom:  Devil May Cry 5

Pairing:  Merman!V x F!Reader

Words:  2678

Warnings:  Rated E - Spicy content ahead, sexual themes

Commission Request:  900 words, merman!V in his heat/rut, marking (biting/scratching) light dom/sub undertones, possessive V, creampie, breeding kink, hair pulling.

A/N: This commission was requested by the super lovely @mysticalkhfan! She is an absolute sweetheart, and I can't thank her enough for her patience! Thank you so much for commissioning me, dear!

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V had been acting strange the past couple of days.

It had come on rather suddenly, whatever affliction it was that was causing the merman to act all out of sorts, and it was concerning. You worried that it was contagious and could spread to the others you had come to know, Nero and Kyrie and the elder twin brothers who mostly kept to themselves, but ended up visiting out of sheer curiosity, much like everyone else.

Oddly enough, none of them seemed any worse for wear. In fact, none of them seemed remotely concerned over V's behavior, and you wondered if, perhaps, it was a normal occurrence amongst their kind.

Whatever it was, it all started with the excessive touching.

V rather liked touching your skin. You often found yourself nearly waist-deep out in the ocean's more shallow region near your secluded home, the iridescently colored mer content below the water's surface to swim about you lazily and brush against your legs or popping up to smooth webbed fingers over your arms as you read poetry books to him. For two days straight, however, the touching felt more possessive, more grabby and demanding the longer you stayed in the water.

The day after noticing the somewhat subtle change, a frightening altercation occurred, one you never would have expected to see from V's docile nature.

Just like the days previous, he was being rather handsy, nose perpetually pressed into your ribcage while his hands stroked at your legs in large, sweeping motions, occasionally peeking up and motioning for you to kiss him. You were sat near the shoreline, though submerged enough in the water that there was a constant pool of it about your hips as you leaned against one of the many large rock formations that scattered the shallows of the beach.

There was movement in the deeper waters that caught your eye, and you looked up just in time to see two heads breach the surface. Eagerly, you waved to the two mers, Nero and Kyrie, smiling as the latter gave a beaming smile that lit her speckled features. Nero began leading them closer at your acknowledgment of them, most likely appearing for a visit on his mate's behest-

V had turned so sharply, you barely had the chance to call out his name before he was scrambling towards Nero, unleashing ungodly hisses and exposing the large, razor-sharp teeth mostly hidden behind unassumingly plush lips. His spine was arched sharply, and the winged finds indicating his ears, as well as the ridge along his spine, had flared out in both an impressive and frightening display of intimidation.

Nero, poor thing, had not expected such a hostile welcome and reacted in-kind, hackles raised and expressing the same intimidating features as V in a form of defense. Kyrie remained behind Nero, if a bit more hidden than before, and you could tell that she was both frightened and rather confused. Even Nero seemed confused for a good moment before his flared find suddenly receded, eyes narrowing curiously. Several sharp clicking sounds left his throat, and then he was promptly leading Kyrie back into deeper waters. They didn’t seem to go too far, intent on playing around close by, mindful of V's sudden need for space.

It took a few minutes for V to feel comfortable again, even with you having stood and moved to his side to comfort him with cautious fingers sifting through the damp fringe of his white hair. When all his features began to relax once more, you knew he had calmed, at least enough for you to coax his attention away from the others with gentle words. He was immediate in nudging you back toward the rock, nearly pushing you down into the water in his haste to resume his form of cuddling.

Prodding him for answers resulted in only one, his words bitter and petulant through the mind-link you shared with him:

“He was too close, and I could not allow that.”

Cryptic, and so unlike him to be so sour, especially concerning Nero, but you let it be. No one had gotten hurt, at least not physically, and if it happened again, you would be sure to put a stop to it.

The following afternoon, everything began to make perfect sense.

You had shown up to V's favorite sunbathing spot just a bit further from the shoreline, sporting one of your usual swimsuits as well as a slightly water-stained copy of random poems by the late author William Blake. Much to your surprise, V wasn’t in his usual spot as you expected him to be, flaked out on his stomach and enjoying the warmth of the early afternoon sun on his pale back. Regardless, you moved to sit at the edge of the mostly smooth surface, feet and legs dangling into the water as you made yourself comfortable-

Only to scream a moment later as V propelled himself from the water and right against you. There was some floundering that followed the odd panic of the moment, but that died down into confused wiggling as V hovered over you upon the rock, slick webbed hands pinning yours next to your head as he stared down at you with near-bleary eyes, water dripping from his hair onto your face. He was panting, also, and looked as if he was possibly in pain, something that worried you greatly.

“V? What's…are you alright?”

Instead of answering, he pressed himself closer, completely soaking you with the water still dripping from his body. Surprisingly, he was rather warm, as if he had already been sunbathing before your arrival. Either that, or he was running a fever, something that didn’t seem possible.

You tried wiggling your hips in an attempt to slide out from underneath him, wanting to check him over for any signs of injury. You didn’t expect V's grip to tighten around your wrists, nor did you expect the trembling of his muscles, of which you felt all along your body. Looking up at him, you were aware that the pain in his features before had shifted, his eyes now closed and mouth parted just so.

He wasn't in pain, at least, not the type of pain you initially thought.

Curiously, you angled your hips a bit more upward and rolled your lower body against his to his reaction. Doing so garnered a rumbling growl from V, something he had never done before, as well as one of his hands reaching for your hair and giving it a firm, consistent tug until you were forced to follow the movement.

“Need you,” was whispered through the mind link you shared with him, his words low and dripping with barely contained desire.

A small gasp escaped your lips, eyes fluttering as you reached for his wrist, but did not pull him away, merely anchoring yourself.

The action must have been the tipping point because his mouth was against the side of your exposed neck not but mere seconds later, a cheeky tongue darting out between plush lips to taste the smooth skin there. You shivered at the sensation, something V must have liked, if the rumbling purr coming from deep within his throat was any indication.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as he began pulling patches of skin into his mouth with light suction, the tiniest pinpricks of his teeth threatening to break the surface the longer he remained there. He pulled at your hair once more, angling your head to the side to allow him more access to uncharted flesh, leaving behind blooming patches in his wake that would surely darken over time.

“I tried to hold back,” he spoke to you, lips and teeth and tongue trailing down across your chest, “I believed your company alone would be enough. I…miscalculated the nature of my wants, my desire.”

V's hands shifted, elongated nails scratching along your arm and leaving behind lines along your skin that sent tingles straight to your core. He made quick, laughable work of your swimsuit, shredding the fabric and pulling it from your body with an odd impatience that wasn’t like him.

The change in V, though a bit startling, was starting to affect you more than you wanted to admit.

“Y-you could’ve asked me,” you gasped, free hands reaching for the mer and earning nibbling kisses to your fingertips for your efforts.

“I was worried of scaring you,” he admitted, “I worry, still.”

You reached for him once more, fingers threading through silver-white hair and pulling his gaze to your own. He looked dazed, still a bit pained, but you were beginning to understand what was possibly going on, what it was that V really needed.

“You have me, V,” you told him, exhale shaky at the mere thought of what was about to occur. “You don't have to worry, alright? I can take it.”

The dilation of his eyes was sudden and prominent, the only warning you were given before he was ravaging your skin anew. His teeth were harsher, uncaring of leaving behind slightly bloody bites along your neck and chest and breasts. He was barely more gentle against your nipples, relenting on using his teeth at your small plea and the harsh, only somewhat panicked pull at his hair.

His tail was not idle, the shimmering appendage wriggling between your legs incessantly as if he couldn’t help himself. There was a definite hardness forming and pressing against your thigh, warm and rather slick as it slid against your skin with his movements. The more you were aware of it, the more insistent V's sounds became, little punched-out breaths and low hums that sounded like pleased moans.

He shifted to angle himself more against the apex of your legs, the first initial slide of his cock between your folds causing a surprised moan to pass your lips, hips lifting instinctually to chase the contact. A broken sound left V’s lips at your noises, nearly a frightening growl, if your mind wasn’t already knee-deep in pleasure.

“Be still,” he said, voice deep and sensual within your mind, and your body responded almost immediately, muscles relaxing until you were pliant against the rock with V pressing himself flush against you. A purr-like rumble emanated from his very chest, vibrating against the stiff peaks of your nipples. You gasped at the feeling.

“I need you,” he reiterated, sharp nails scraping at the skin of your hips delightfully, “in ways you cannot fathom. You are mine, my human, my mate.”

His words were punctuated by slow, hard grinds, the slippery slide of his cock against your clit driving you absolutely mad. There were little bumps along the underside of it, flared little ridges that had your nerves spasming with each quick pass over the sensitive, swollen nub, a constant stream of tiny little ah sounds passing your lips in delight.

Your shaking legs found the strength to wrap around his tail, just under the ridge along his spine, the action pulling him impossibly closer and harder against you.

“Yes, V! Please!”

“Mine to touch, mine to claim…mine to breed.”

He was shifting once more, pulling back just enough to raise his hips from yours. When he pressed back, he was breaching your folds, the smooth press of him filling you with ease, despite the girth of him. You could feel each little ridge from the underside of his cock as V continued to push into your welcoming heat, the sensation unlike anything else you had ever experienced, before.

When his hips touched yours again, he gave a final undulation of his tail to fully seat himself within you. The moan that left your lips was obscene and decadent, loud even in your ears, but you were beyond caring. V was inside you, a part of you, connected to you in the most primal, intimate way.

Your hands shook as they attempted to find purchase against the smoothness of his skin, opting to thread through his hair once more in some semblance of grounding yourself to the moment, grounding yourself to him.

“It…it isn't possible, I know,” he spoke through the link, his voice sounding utterly wrecked as his tail began to roll against you, taking your breath away with the momentarily blinding pleasure of the full movement from within you and against your throbbing clit. You weren’t even able to fully understand what he was saying, only knowing that he was speaking, the deep timbre sending tingles down your spine and further hiking the sensations you were feeling in that moment.

“Had I a way…had I some way…but I will fill you full of me, all of me, as many times as I m-must. My beautiful mate, my l-love-"

His tail rolled against you quicker, harder, grinding into you with a determined force that had you seeing stars. You were nearly in tears, gasping and groaning as V thrust into you as best he could. Every forward movement had him rubbing against your clit, the stimulation shaking your sweat-water-slicked legs something fierce.

You attempted to hike your legs higher, barely mindful of his spine ridge in the haze of your coupling. The new angle caused V to shift minutely within you, and suddenly, you were screaming, nails digging into his scalp and head thrown back in absolute ecstasy.

“There, th-there! Ah, V, please!”

V was practically snarling against you, pressing into you with harsh undulations, barely pulling out from the wet heat between your legs. His mouth was on your neck again, teeth working at bruising flesh as you trembled and shook and pulled at his hair. Sharp claws pressed into your hips like fine needle points, a harsher bite drawing a well of blood from against your collarbone, and you were done for.

Your climax came rushing over you swiftly, whiting out your vision as you choked on a cry, tears unknowingly escaping the corners of your eyes in the process. V continued to chase his own end, unaware of just how much he was elongating your own orgasm with the rippling sensations of his cock in and out of you.

When he finally reached that peak, his fingers were bruising in their grasp, claw-like nails digging further into your skin as he held himself in place against you. You could feel him filling you, long spurts of warmth that seemed almost never-ending. He stilled his movements after what felt like forever, remaining lodged within you as he attempted to catch his breath, gazing upon your wrecked visage in wonder and awe.

You tugged gently at his hair with shaking fingers, angling him closer to kiss at his crimson dotted lips. He obliged the notion, still not completely used to such a form of affection, but knowing it was important to you, all the same.

When he parted from your lips, you gave him a dopey smile, giggling a bit as you all but flaked out against the rock, uncaring of the small, sharp points you were now aware of digging into your shoulders.

V lifted from you a moment later, pulling out rather abruptly and moving away from you just as quickly. You gave a sharp gasp, sitting up just a bit to find the mer halfway submerged in the water, hands splayed on each one of your trembling thighs and eyes trained on the apex between them. You shifted shyly, feeling the mess that was already leaking from you, but V seemed rather enthralled.

He crooned, the sound nothing more than a chorus of high pitched chirps and clicks, then turned and began placing teasing, mouthy kisses along the soft skin of your thigh, nipping at the skin playfully. You gasped once more, leg jumping and core tingling at the attention.

“V?” you questioned, surprised at the hungry desire that still remained in his eyes.

“I've not had my fill of you, yet,” he mused, voice dipping into something more sinful, causing you to moan wistfully, “and I wish to see just how much more…accommodating your body can be.”

#dmc #dmc5 #dmc5 v #dmc5 v x reader #devil may cry 5 #reader #reader-insert #spicy stuff #commissions

[powerfultenderness]

Open Book

Title: Open Book 

Paring: V x Reader

Summary: You’re pretty certain that someone like V would fall for, well, someone not like you. After all, what do you have but a GED and five cents to your name?

Content Warnings: Language. Alcohol use. Reader has dyslexia. 

Rating: T 

Word Count: 2524

Note: Let’s all pretend that V is his own person. Or else things might not make sense. 

-

Apparently word that the sons of Sparda were in the Underworld had spread. Now every devil topside was coming out of the woodworks. Nero had to recruit extra help to work with the Fortuna branch while Lady and Trish held down Dante’s old shop front. That was how you came to work for Devil May Cry, sometimes helping Lady and Trish and sometimes helping Nero and V.

The women were fun, but you preferred to take on work with Nero, V, and Nico. Mostly because you just loved being around V. Besides the obvious fact that the man was extremely attractive, to which that air of mystery only enhanced, but he had the voice of a sex god. You were pretty sure. Having been around demons and devils, you were confident enough to make that assertion.

Currently you were hanging out with said man in the Fortuna office. V and Nero had only returned from a job a day ago and you had been holding down the fort while they were gone. In just that short time they were out on their mission, you found yourself really missing V’s voice. So now here you were sitting at the table with him, your chin in one hand as you stared at him while he read out of his omnipresent book of poetry.

“Read another one, V, pleeease?”

“You can’t be serious?” Oh yea, and Nero was there too.

“Well, who forgot to pay the cable bill?”

“You!”

“Yea ‘cuz it’s an expense we don’t need! Just finish your sandwich!”

You turned back to V and smiled at him. “Ok, ok, in deference to our friend here, how about a short one?”

V, who had been patiently watching the exchange between the two of you, grinned at you. The way one side of his mouth pulled up as he smirked and the way his eyes locked with yours almost made it look like he was silently trying to tell you something. But whatever it was, much like the rest of him, was a mystery to you.

His tongue swept over his lower lip as he flipped the page. He took in a breath, about to start reading, when Nico suddenly slammed the door from the garage to the kitchen open. “Move your butts, we got a job to do!”

You sighed, “Seriously?”

V chuckled lowly (that may have been better than a poem!), and clicked his tongue at your apparent disappointment. “Perhaps later.”

You smiled, his deep seductive laugh was reward enough, but kept up the faux disappointment. “Yea, yea. Let’s just hurry before Nico leaves us.”

Though, who were you kidding? You’d love to be left alone with V.

-

V entered the garage while you were waiting for Nico to finish tuning up your bike. You glanced at him and when he smiled, you tapped Nico’s foot with your own, “Hey, be right back.”

“Uh huh.”

He was smiling at you when you made your way to him, and kept his voice down in an attempt at privacy in the garage, though Nico would probably hear anything anyways. “I saw something in Fortuna that made me think of you.”

“Oh yea? What’s that?” You tried to remain calm, but knowing that V had been thinking about you was making you rather giddy.

He pulled out a book from his coat and handed it to you. “Here, I wish for you to have it.”

You took the book and looked down at it, reading the title. It was a book of poetry, different from his own. You must have taken too long because he cleared his throat and said your name nervously.

“Uh-o-oh! That’s so sweet of you V!” You said as you looked up at him and hugged the book to your chest.

Thankfully, before things could get awkward, Nico shouted at you, telling you your bike was ready. You glanced around the garage and set the book down on one of the shelves and turned back to V real quick, “Don’t want to lose it, you know?”

Then you waved to him and jogged back to your bike. “Thanks, Nico.”

She winked at you, “I got your back.”

“See ya later!” You said to the both of them as you took off to kill some demons.

Nico waited until the roar of your engine was dead before she looked at V with a raised brow, “So, what’s with the lame ass gift? If I were tryna seduce her, I’d get her a new devil arm or something.”

V smirked, “Then you’d fail. She likes poetry as much as I do.”

“Does she though?”

“...What do you mean?”

“I’m just sayin’. I ain’t never seen her read or anything. Even all them notes I put so much time into, she either just asks me straight up or has Nero read ‘em to her.”

He frowned as Nico walked away, head held up triumphantly like she knew you better than he did. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t recall you reading anything either. But surely you liked poetry, you were always asking him to read poetry to you.

-

Another great thing about the Fortuna branch of Devil May Cry was Kyrie. She loved to cook for people, and devil hunting was job that often left you hungry. She was roasting a chicken and some vegetables and it was starting to smell just heavenly.

If you hadn’t already been shooed out of the kitchen, you’d be hanging out with Kyrie, but she did kick you out so you were stuck in the living room adjacent to the kitchen eagerly awaiting dinner time.

“Hey, got kicked out of the kitchen again?” Nero asked as he entered the living room.

“You know me too well.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him. Part of you was hurt. After all, you’d been working with him for months now and you weren’t exactly a secretive person. “Why’s that?”

Nero reached into his back pocket and pulled out the book and dropped it onto the coffee table in front of you. “I figured you’d love something like this, especially from V.”

You sat up straight and looked at the book you had been avoiding. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh, what?” He almost snapped, though managed to keep his voice level, still you heard the aggression behind it.

You glared at him, “Dude, calm down. I just kinda hate poems.”

He shook his head and scrunched up his face like he always did when he was confused. “What?”

You shrugged and slouched against the couch again. “I dunno, I just don’t have the patience to sit around and think about the meaning of things.”

“Then why are you always asking V to read poems to you?”

“Are you kidding me? Have you heard the man speak? He could read a dictionary and I’d still be entranced. His voice is just so, soo, hot!” You threw a hand over your heart and sighed dramatically, “I could just listen to him all day!” Then you shrugged again, a smile tugging at your lips as you just thought about V’s voice. “I ask him to read all that poetry crap ‘cuz that’s what he likes.”

Nero stared at you for a few seconds then back down at the poetry book.

“...So, you do like V?”

You dropped your wistful smile and turned your head towards the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with your friend. “What does that matter? I just appreciate him from afar.”

“What? Why?”

“‘Cuz I’m not…” You mumbled the rest of your answer, biting down the frustration that was boiling inside you now.

“What?”

“‘Cuz I’m not good enough for him, ok?!” You snapped and jumped up, pushing past him towards the front door.

“What?”

“LEARN NEW WORDS, NERO!” You yelled as you forcefully pulled the front door open and nearly ran into the object of your affections.

Your eyebrows shot up as you took a step back and looked at V, trying to hide your earlier frustrations that Nero brought up.

“Ah,” he greeted you, “It smells like dinner is almost ready.” He smiled and took a step forward into the house.

“Yea. Enjoy.” You muttered as you stepped around him and tried to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“Just-Just get off my back!” You yelled again and slammed the door shut.

V blinked at the door, surprised and confused.

Nero sighed and clapped a hand on V’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, man. That was my fault, I got her all mad and she snapped at you. She’ll probably apologize later when she cools down.”

“What was she mad about?”

Nero scratched the back of his head as he tried to think of an answer. “Uhh...I don’t know if I should tell you. I mean, it’s not my business to tell.”

V now stared at Nero, eyes narrowed as if he could determine the cause of your rage just from looking at the other man. “I see.”

He couldn’t very well press Nero without it feeling like he was disrespecting your privacy, so he let the subject drop and headed towards the dining room, where Kyrie was already setting the food down.

-

Even without a client to save, you found a horde of demons to kill and blow off steam. The demons became your frustrations. Every teacher that told you to give up, every book you didn’t finish, every stupid letter that taunted you. Your sword sliced through them all, until you were left with nothing but your emotions.

You cleaned off your sword and sighed, deciding then to do what you always did in moments like this. Drink yourself silly until you repressed everything again.

-

You were sober when you settled onto the roof of the garage with junk food and beer. You were not sober when the door to the roof opened and someone decided to join you. You looked over to your right as V sat down in the lawn chair a few feet away from yours. He didn’t say anything, just looked up at the night sky.

After some minutes of silence, the only sound was you opening another beer, V spoke.

“I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.”

You sighed, even though you were inebriated and with him quoting some fancy pants poem, you understood. “Sorry for yellin’ at ya. Nero was bein’ a bitch an’ pissed me off.”

V hummed and finally looked at you, “He said as much.”

“He said he was bein’ a bitch?”

Your quip was rewarded with a deep chuckle. “Not quite. May I ask what you were angry about?”

“I dun wanna talk about it.” You mumbled into your beer bottle.

“Does it have anything to do with this?”

He pulled that damn book out of his pocket and held it out to you again. This time you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Ugh. Yea.”

He reached out even further and dropped the book on your lap. “You didn’t open it, did you?”

You sighed and grabbed the book. “Listen, V. I’m happy that you were thinkin’ ‘bout me. But I dun really like to read.”

“Open it.”

You tossed back the rest of your beer, forcing tears back and emotions down. You had a feeling he was going to ask you to read it. Some damn poem that meant something deep to him. Except it wouldn’t be nearly as elegant coming from you. And he’d find out what you’d been trying to casually hide from him. He’d find out just how stupid you were and he’d lose any interest he ever had in you.

When you didn’t open the book he spoke again. “I must confess, I asked Lady about your background.”

You scrunched up your face, wondering what he was digging up on you.

“Lady ran a background check on you before you were hired.”

“Yea. So?”

“And she found your academic records. It seems you were a poor student.”

You scoffed and grabbed another beer. “I’m a demon hunner, I don’ need that shit.”

You took another long swig of your beer and refused to look at him. You’d had similar conversations with teachers and tutors before. You didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on his face when he gave up on you too.

“That book is printed in Dyslexie, a font designed to make it easier for people with dyslexia to read.”

Slowly you set down your beer and opened the book to the first page. You blinked, expecting to see a bunch of jumbled up letters swimming on the page. But instead the letters were much clearer than usual and you managed to read through an entire stanza and only stumbled, mentally for you weren’t about to read out loud yet, a few times.

“How...how did you know I’m dyslexic?”

“Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for kind relief.”

Despite yourself, you smiled at him. “Thas, that’s not really an answer.”

V chuckled and moved to kneel next to your chair. He gently took one of your hands in his and rubbed the back of your knuckles in sooth circles. This kept you still, unable and unwilling to pull away from him to hide your feelings behind another bottle of beer.

“One of the things I admire about you is how open you are.”

You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he was staring at you like a dream or if it was the alcohol, but either way, you were beginning to feel really warm.

“You let me know without telling me. You never hid that you didn’t want to read, in fact, you seemed to like being read to.”

You flushed and scratched the back of your head with your free hand. “I mean, only when it was you.”

V stood, pulling you up with him, and gently traced the outline of your lower lip with his thumb. You leaned forward, he leaned down slightly, you licked your lips and V tapped your nose with his cane.

“...Wut?”

A large grin graced his face, enough that even though you were confused you couldn’t help but mirror.

“Perhaps we should continue this conversation when you’re sober.”

“I mean, I’m not that drunk!” Hiccup! “That was a coincidence.”

“Come, on wings of joy we’ll fly To where my bower hangs on high; Come, and make thy calm retreat Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.”

“...wut?”

His cane tapped your hand that was holding the book of poetry that you’d already forgotten. “Blake, The Birds.”

You ignored his answer and stared down at the cane in his hand long enough for him to clear his throat and raise a confused eyebrow when you looked up again. “Try that on me again...when I’m sober.”

Judging by the sudden wide eyed expression you managed to surprise him, but soon he was smirking at you, emerald eyes gleaming with the same desire you felt in your core.

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A/N: While I was doing some research on dyslexic friendly fonts, I read that verdana was a recommended font. So I changed my Tumblr theme to verdana, but if you are dyslexic and can recommend a better font or Tumblr theme, please let me know. Since Tumblr is where I post most of my fics, I’d like the theme to be easy to read. And this goes for those who don’t have dyslexia too. If my color theme or something is too harsh, please let me know.

#v #v x reader #take it before i stop loving v #devil may cry v

[keeroo92]

Can we get a cute fic with a smaller, timid male finally confessing his feelings to Dante and Dante just being completely smitten? I need the fluffiest fluff for my fragile heart

Eek, how sweet! Thank you for this, I had a ton of fun writing this! There’s a lil bit of angst, my bad... Hope you enjoy!

Word count - 1,608

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For years, you harbored your feelings in silence. Any time you came close to spilling the beans, you reminded yourself of the myriad of reasons Dante could never be yours.

Chief among them was that you were pretty damn sure he wasn’t gay.

The rest were circumstantial, debatable and easy enough to talk yourself out of caring about, but that one cruel fact remained. You simply weren’t his type, through no fault of your own.

It still hurt, though.

Little things made it worse, like when he called someone ‘babe’ or teased about the noises Nero and Kyrie made over the weekend in the spare room. Anytime he patted you on the back, making a crack about whatever was going on around you. The worst was how amazing his mouth looked when he ate pizza, slurping away at the warm cheese and moaning at the flavor…

You wondered if anyone else got jealous of food.

Regardless. Everything changed six months ago when he brought a guy home. Some tall asshole with ear gauges and black jeans, basically the opposite of your small self. You were heartbroken, knowing the context of the new face and realizing how wrong you were about Dante’s preferences.

At least the guy hadn’t stuck around long. Small mercies.

Once he was gone, things settled down for a while. Dante made his usual jokes, munching away on pizza and driving you nuts with every bite. He patted your back and made fun of Vergil when he misplaced a book. Nero stormed off in a huff whenever the man in red quipped something about selling tickets.

The knowledge that Dante was, at the very least, open to being with a man made it more and more difficult to talk yourself out of confessing. You struggled every day to hold back, biting your lips and muttering excuses so you could retreat until the urge faded. The others gave you some funny looks, but Dante didn’t seem to notice your strange behavior. Another reason to keep it hidden – he didn’t care enough to pay attention to your quirks.

Little did you know how wrong you were.

Dante knew something was up. At first, he assumed you’d deal with it on your own and he didn’t need to worry, but as the weeks dragged on his concern grew. You could barely look him in the eyes sometimes. You flinched when he touched you. You even stopped coming to his weekly movie night.

It hurt. You were his friend and he wanted you to be happy. If something was up, he wanted to help you fix it. Seeing you in pain, day after day was more agonizing than the time Vergil stabbed him as a teenager.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and he pulled you aside, muscles already tensed to fight off the source. You looked confused and maybe a little scared as he dragged you to the kitchen and sat you down at the cracked plastic countertop. To help ease the tension, he poured two shots of whiskey and forced one into your hand, clinking his own glass against it and downing it in one gulp.

“So. What’s been bugging ya?” he asked, slamming the shot glass on the counter.

You froze. Who told him? Why now? Did it even matter?

Probably not. You licked your lips and replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dante snorted and gestured at the still-full shot glass in your hand. “Drink up. I’m not taking any more bullshit.”

Shit.

The man was legendary for sniffing out half-truths and lies. It was a goddamned miracle he hadn’t figured you out yet. You raised the glass and cringed as the amber fluid slid down your throat, coughing as you set the glass down again. A firm hand smacked your spine in a rough approximation of helping.

“Better out than in, right?”

You glared at him and he chuckled, reaching for the bottle to pour another round. He downed half a shot and raised an eyebrow at you, blatantly ignoring your shaking head as he poured a matching amount in your glass.

“Come on, Y/N. How bad could it be? Let me help you sort it out.”

He’s not going to let this go. I’m a goner.

You held your breath and emptied your glass. This time you managed to maintain a shred of composure, only clearing your throat to ease the alcohol’s passage.

“You can’t help me with this,” you said.

“Why the fuck not?”

You bit your lip, eyes darting around in search of a safe escape. After this long, even to think of telling him had you in a cold sweat.

“Hey, look at me.” His hand grasped your chin and forced you to meet his stern gaze. “Why. The fuck. Not?”

The calloused fingers on your chin were too much. Even that small contact felt so damned good, and you closed your eyes as your lips parted.

“Because you’re the issue!”

He chuckled and lowered his hand. Your soul cried out at the loss.

“Me? What did I do? Tell me and I’ll make it right.”

He poured another round of shots and grinned. You didn’t bother protesting and followed his lead to slam the drink with a shudder.

“The problem isn’t something you did, its something you’ll never do,” you whispered. The tile floor was suddenly fascinating; you couldn’t tear your eyes off the grimy grey surface.

“Well, I definitely won’t do it if you can’t even tell me what it is,” he replied sardonically.

He has a point. Damnit.

You really couldn’t expect anything to change if you refused to tell him and holding onto the pain was too painful to bear. It begged to be spoken, the confession waiting on your tongue. Every nerve screamed at you to do it, to just open your mouth and say the damned words, but something still held you back. He didn’t want you; it was lunacy to pretend otherwise.

A warm weight rested on your shoulder and your eyes lifted to find his staring at you. A gloved hand gripped you and you reached for another drink. Haze clouded your thoughts, but one urgent need shone through the fog.

Don’t say it.

Don’t you fucking say it, Y/N.

“I want you, Dante. I have for a long time,” your traitorous lips said.

God damnit. This is why I don’t drink. Fucking stupid.

A soft hum rumbled in his chest as his eyes lit up. Was that humor? If he started laughing you might have to run, hide somewhere and sleep off the buzz. Go home and never come back.

“Uh, I… I don’t really know what to say.”

You dropped your eyes back to the floor. “It’s okay. I know I’m not your type.”

He sighed and another warm weight dropped onto your knee. “That’s not what I meant. I’m pretty crap at this stuff, you know. Just… give me a sec, yeah?”

You focused on a crack in the tile. It surprised you that you weren’t crying. Maybe after so long, you just didn’t have it in you? Or maybe the drinks were messing with you. Whatever, it didn’t matter.

His thumb rubbed a tiny circle on your knee. An intimate gesture, one you’d never seen the mighty devil hunter perform before. It felt really, really good and you bit your lip to restrain the pleased hum rising in your body.

“Okay… so I gotta set you straight here. I don’t… I don’t have a type. If it feels right, who gives a shit what people look like?”

That made sense, in a Dante sort of way.

“And… look, I suck at this. But, you know what? You’ve always felt right to me.”

The hand on your shoulder drifted inward to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your lower lip as it twisted into a smile. His touch was like acid, burning through all the layers of doubt and fear to reveal the truth you’d kept hidden for so long. You had to be dreaming, nothing else made any sense.

And if this is a dream, I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Part of you wanted nothing more than to tackle him and fulfill your wildest fantasies, but a more rational voice overpowered the urge. There were too many other things that needed to be said first.

“So, wait… why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, squinting.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was scared?”

Dante?! Scared?! You gotta be shitting me.

Laughter bubbled out of your mouth, gaining strength the longer his sheepish expression stared at you. It was unbelievable, the man who charged into demon infested hellscapes on a regular basis, cracking jokes as he demolished the hordes, scared?

“Quit laughing, I know it’s dumb.”

You gathered your wits, choking back the last few peals of mirth as you reached out to feel his coarse stubble. It wasn’t as rough as you imagined. What would it feel like to have it pressed against your face, his lips locked on yours?

You longed to find out. “I would… very much like to kiss you now.”

Dante leaned closer, pulling your head to rest on his chest with a goofy smile. “How ‘bout we wait till morning? I’d hate to not remember our first kiss.”

He’s got a good point.

“One condition – I’m sleeping next to you. No more waiting,” you replied. “I want that kiss first thing in the morning, got it?”

He chuckled and helped you to your feet, already pulling you in the direction of his bedroom. “You got it, babe.”

#fanfic #ask response #dante x reader #reader insert #devil may cry #fluff #my writing

[thetoffeefox]

Bénédiction de Dieu dans la solitude [Timid! Reader X Vergil]

Hey guys! So I am so excited that I could write this chapter finally. I wrote it because a good friend of mine who encouraged that I continue that cute, random, out of the blue one shot that I wrote become a series. I meant this idea to be for Chapter 2 but I decided against doing so and I’m happy to be using it now.  I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!  

The title of this chapter is actually the title of a piano piece,  Bénédiction de Dieu dans la solitude Compased by: Franz Liszt. 

The title translates to The Blessing of God In Solitude

        The peace of the afternoon was something Vergil was taking great pleasure in. After a series of days where the heat was unbearable a day of overcast made it where it was not just the orphans, Kyrie, and Nero were caring for were going outside but all the adults. He didn’t mind the children they were a change when he first started living here. Not only did he have to get used to being a father and adjusting to the human way of life again but he had to adjust to in some ways being a grandparent. It was frustrating and downright irritating. The boys didn’t take to him well at first and the feeling was mutual, but he would not show his son or brother than he couldn’t handle a couple of children. That was then, and this was now and he sometimes enjoyed their company and found himself partial to Julio. Closing his book Vergil scanned the patio and again for what felt like the hundredth time this week he found himself drawn to the piano sitting off the side. It had been forever since he had played. He couldn’t recall when the last time was, which suggested he had to at least have been a teenager, maybe even as far back before his mother died. She loved when he played. One of her favorite things to do was sit in the formal living room on the couch and watch him, praising him even when he messed up.  Lifting the lid he plays, and it doesn’t go unnoticed because he wasn’t the only one taking advantage of the house being empty. You were currently working on a crochet hat for a child. It was a quick and efficient way to make money to help Kyrie and Nero.

      Most of Fortuna’s residents especially the elderly did not like outside goods and preferred handmade ones’s so you had a steady clientele that liked your work. When the melody filled your senses, a gasp slipped from you and your work fell to the floor. The tune was one you were very familiar with; you heard it for a good part of your childhood. You knew Kyrie could play a little, but this piece seemed to be something above her skill level. That wasn’t something you'd say in front of Nero though, he was defensive about her musical abilities. Then again he was defensive about everything with her. It showed he wasn’t a straight-up punk, only a little bit of one. The tune rang throughout the house and it carried you all the way downstairs and why you were surprised at who was sitting at the piano was beyond you. The way the sunlight was hitting him made your heart skip a beat. How could one person be so beautiful was beyond you. It almost made you jealous at how good looking he was. At this point surely he knew you were here, or that’s what you thought until you took a step down on the patio the floorboards creaking. It halted him as his head turned in your direction. Shit, he didn’t know. The look on his face was anything but pleased, you couldn’t blame him though because after seeing the way his nimble fingers moved over the keys you could tell that it was indeed a complex piece. Red rushes to your cheeks, somewhat out of embarrassment and due to once again he just looked so god damn beautiful. 

“S..Sorry, the piece sounded familiar... And...Uh, I wanted to see who was..pla-playing.”  Stuttering out you look at the floor as the finish on the floorboards suddenly becoming one hundred percent more interesting than what it really was.

“Do you play?” He asks his features no longer showing any trace of his earlier irritation.

“Uh, oh um no… My grandmother tried to teach me, I couldn’t get the hang of it. I mean she played the piano...She played that piece a lot.”  You stumble on your wording and all it does is make your face heat up more and your heart race. 

     I should just dig a hole and put myself in it and let Dante kill me. That thought rings in your head because of the sheer amount of embarrassment you felt by stumbling over your words. It was just one of those days that you could not communicate well with Vergil. You hated days like these; it felt like your anxiety was in overdrive. It wasn’t just Vergil you would have trouble with it would be everyone and everything. Tasks that you would have no trouble performing at all any other day would be overwhelming. Right now though being alone with Vergil was really making your brain scream at you. Confusion raises in you as he stands up and stays next to the seat looking at you with an expectancy until it clicks. He... wants me to play? The amount of flush your cheeks were gaining was making them pulse and hurt. Did he not understand what you said? You couldn’t get the hang of it. No, you amended he did, but you can tell he didn’t care. Gulping you make your way to the bench and sit at it, and you once again find yourself chewing on your lower lip. Honestly, he should pay for the amount of chapstick you use because of him. The only thing you remembered was twinkle twinkle little star, and you didn’t want to play that with him nearby, but what else could you play? Taking a deep breath you place your hands on the keys and a second later you hear a huff of... amusement? You knew that sound anywhere; it was something you looked for when he was still training you. It was something he used to taunt you and poke at you. Cheeks puffing up and most of the pink leaving them your head snaps up and your challenging gaze meets his amused but soft one. It makes you deflate and cock your head to the side before his hand presses against the middle of your back. Instantly you straighten it, used to his touch ques on how your posture should be. 

    Well at least it was just your back that needed correcting. Before another thought can pass through your mind, he moves behind you and you find his hands going over the top of yours it feels like a jolt of electricity goes up your arms. His frame looming over you from behind as his cheek brushes against your forehead. The nervous pit in your stomach doubles in size and you suddenly feel light-headed, if you don’t pass out it will be a miracle. Surely he hears your rapid heartbeat, surely he sees just how much of a nervous flustered puddle you are. His fingers press down on yours making the keys strike along the strings in the piano's soundboard. Oh... Oh, he’s helping me play… This continues for what feels like an eternity him guiding you to play the piece you adored and looked forward to each Sunday afternoon after you went to church. The feeling of wanting to faint disappeared but it was replaced with a giddy feeling that felt as if you were intoxicated or high. It might have something to do with the way he smells because damn whatever cologne he was wearing suited him. Vergil also would be lying if he tried to say that he wasn’t doing this to be close to you. Over the course of the past few months especially after each night he had a night terror there you were in the kitchen wearing the most ridiculous cartoonish pajama bottoms with a cup of chamomile tea waiting for him. It was an unspoken agreement. One he was uncertain about how he should feel. He wanted to ask Nero about it because lord knows he wasn’t going to talk to Dante about it, but he decided against it. He decided against asking Nero about the foreign feeling of serenity and peace he felt when in your presence because he craved it. He craved being near you and close to you. 

    Right now he was in a sort of bliss like state as well because of your scent melded in with your shampoo, he so deeply wanted to just bury his nose in your hair. It took all his self-restraint and focus on not to do so. All the while in the back of his mind he was wondering what in gods name was going on with him? Why did he enjoy the closeness? Why did he feel what he was feeling? What was he even feeling? Once the piece was done he pulled away reluctantly and noted how he felt this feeling of loss by not having your warmth. You turn and look at him a small smile on your face. “Thank you..” It’s a low whisper and he almost doesn’t hear it over the rapid beating of your heart. Vergil doesn’t know why but it finally clicks he doesn’t know if it was the calm peacefully look on your face or the smile paired with joyful and admiring eyes, but it clicks. Because even though your heart is beating faster than it should the look on your face tells a different story. It is not one of fear and that holds him in place. Before he can delve any further into it a knock on the door startles both of you. 

“Um Mr. Vergil, Nero needs your help with something. He asked me to get you.” Kyrie’s voice was light and even.

    He nods at her and dare you say it he leaves quicker than what he normally would. Almost as if he is desperate to leave the room, to get away from you because the silent look you both would give each other to excuse your presence is not given. In fact, he doesn’t look at you all. The only thing you can do now is sit at the piano throughly confused with Kyrie who seems to have a confused look about her as well.

#devil may cry #post devil may cry 5 #devil may cry 5 #Vergil #reader insert #vergil x reader #timid reader #Things are getting serious guys #Im going to try and steer this ship #becasue i built it so its my responsibilty #lets hope it doesn't sink like the titanic

[shianhygge-imagines]

Devils Never Cry [Vergil/Reader] Part 3

So I finally get the game tomorrow! Until then, here’s an “after game” one shot!

Nothing in this one shot is from the game! Purely speculation on my part!

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You grit your teeth as you trudged along the path before you, ignoring the pain in your ribs. The past month has been shitty, and you wanted to get home and shower as soon as you possibly could… maybe even go on a spa day with the girls. Yes, you thought, that sounded like a heavenly idea. And a drink. You needed a strong drink if you were going to deal with what you and your boys brought back. Speaking of…

He hadn’t even spoken a word to you yet. Your darling husband, who you waited twenty years for, had appeared out of nowhere, and he didn’t even have it in him to acknowledge that you were there. After twenty years of taking care of his problems, and waiting for him to come back, Vergil hadn’t even said ‘Hi’. You’d forced your tears and feelings into a locked door within you, but now you could feel his stare at your back. Despite this, though, you trudged on, intent on ignoring him to the best of your capability.

Nero and Dante, to your amusement, had decided to stay out of your lovers quarrel. There were years of grievances between the two of you, and neither of your boys wanted to get in the way of the growing storm.

“Y/N.” You name sounded from behind you, exasperated and surprised. A notable shiver of pleasure shot through your body when he said your name, and you forced yourself to continue ignoring him. His voice always did make you weak.

“Y/N. Look at me.”

Nope. Not in a million years. You sped your pace up to walk alongside your son, smiling at him fondly, when Nero reached over to give your hand a reassuring squeeze. No words were exchanged between the two of you, but you understood Nero loud and clear. It will all be okay. Just take it slow.

“I’m glad to see that you’re still as petulant and non-confronting as ever.”

That did it.

“EXCUSE ME?” You cried in outrage, letting go of Nero’s hand to turn and level a glare at your husband. You noticed that he had that stupid smug grin on his face, looking like he just won the lottery by getting you to speak to him. Yeah, his trick worked. But you were starting to let go of your emotions, and you weren’t going to stop now. “Petulant? Non-confronting? You’re one to talk, you stubborn, selfish, narcissistic asshole!”

Dante balked from behind Vergil, and Nero stepped away from beside you. They’ve seen you angry enough times to know to stay away. Vergil, for his part, simply stared at you with a fond grin, fueling your ire.

“And just what the hell are you grinning at?” You demanded with your teeth bared, though you gave him no room to respond. “Do you know how much of a mess you made of our lives? HUH? You just left me! A few months after our wedding, you left for weeks on end before starting that BULLSHIT with the Temen Ni Gru! And then you decided to stay in Hell.”

Vergil had the audacity to look affronted, his brows furrowing as he tried to hold his composure. Still, you weren’t done. “And then Dante comes back with tales of a boy who looks exactly like you! If you weren’t happy with me, why couldn’t you have told me? Why couldn’t you have told me that  you didn’t love me? I would have been heartbroken, but I would have understood. Instead, you went behind my back and slept with a woman in Fortuna. And that same wretch of a woman abandoned Nero in an orphanage! These games that you play when you go and do something selfish? Do you even consider how your actions have affected us? Nero grew up without a loving family. Dante had to watch as his twin brother was left to suffer in Hell!”

Your husband stayed silent, his blue eyes staring at your own. His expression hadn’t changed one bit. You scoffed, furious tears in your eyes, and turned to walk away. “You don’t care. And I’m not even sure why I’m still here.”

———

As you walked away, Vergil clenched his hands into a fist, trying to hold himself back from going after you and begging for your forgiveness. But he was too prideful. A Son of Sparda did not lower himself to reason with those beneath him.

From behind, Dante planted a hand on his brother’s shoulder and firmly squeezed, a rare frown on his face. “I know that look, Vergil. Whatever it is that’s going on in your head right now? Whatever reason that you’re telling yourself? It’s bullshit. Y/N… she stayed and waited for you for twenty years. Twenty years of devotion to a man… a husband, that didn’t deserve her. And you still don’t deserve her, but she loves you. And you love her, too.”

Vergil allowed a single brow to raise. “Well, you’re no more eloquent than you were twenty years ago.”

“Shut up.” Dante snapped back, knowing fully that Vergil was trying to avoid the situation. “And go talk to your wife. I didn’t think you were a coward, big bro.”

“As if you have a right to call me a coward, little bro.” Vergil snarled, turning on his heel and stalking forward with a purpose.

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“Uh, Mom? Are you going to be fine with Vergil back?” Nero asked, easily matching your brisk pace. “If you’re not comfortable staying with him and Dante, you can come back to Fortuna and stay with Kyrie and I. Besides,” your son smirked, almost a mimic of Dante, “Kyrie’s food is great and all, but you kind of cook better. Uh.. Don’t tell her that though.”

Smiling fondly at your son, you shook your head. “As mad as I am at him, I still love your father. I should at least make an effort to mend our relationship before intruding on you and your would-be wife.”

“He’s not my father.” Nero snapped, looking angry at even the thought. “All he is to me is a sperm donor… and Kyrie wouldn’t mind. She’s been asking about when you’ll visit next.”

“I don’t think I’m the only one with grievances against Vergil, Nero.” There was a knowing look in your eyes, but you didn’t dive further, knowing that Nero could handle his own problems just fine.

Nero glanced down before glancing back, eyes widening the slightest as someone approached. “Ugh, Mom?”

Despite his warning, you were caught slightly off-guard when a strong hand held yours from behind, and you were pulled backwards into a firm embrace. “Run along, Nero. Your mother and I have something to talk about.”

“No. How about you let her go?” Nero snarled, looking ready to fight Vergil despite the group having just finished saving the world.

“Nero, it’s fine. Go on with Dante. I’ll be there in a moment.” You tried to reassure your son, who reluctantly left you when Dante came and tapped the young man’s shoulder.

“Fine. But if anything happens, you better give him Hell.” Nero gave one last warning glare at Vergil before stomping away.

“That’s your son, huh?” Vergil’s chest rumbled the slightest bit as he spoke, the feeling gently coaxing you into relaxation.

“That’s your son. I just adopted him.” You corrected, trying to keep the inferno within you burning and mad.

“So he’s our son.” Your husband dipped his head to rest between your neck and shoulder, whispering softly. He held you tenderly, he spoke to you softly, and he still looked at you like you were an important part of his world. And it hurt. “You’re tensing up.”

“Of course I’m tensing up!” you hissed, “You act like you still love me, but that’s all it is, right? An act?”

Vergil gently nuzzled you ear, “And why would you think that what I feel is an act?”

“Because you cheated on me with a stranger. Because you had a child with that same stranger. And because you decided on your own to stay in Hell and battle Mundus!” You cried out in frustration, struggling within his grasp, but not really wanting to escape his arms. “Was it so terrible? Being in a relationship with me? Was I that monstrous of a wife, that you refused to come home to me?” Almost weakly, you muttered, “You said that we would be equals when we married. That we would never be too far apart. And you went back on your word.”

“It was a mistake.” Vergil confessed, holding you loosely so as not to hurt you. “I wasn’t brave enough to come to you after my lapse in judgement, and ran hastily to work with the traitor Arkham. And I was blinded by my pride and ego, when I sought to end Mundus. But most of all, I shouldn’t have married you.”

Your heart sank, and you wanted to cry, prying yourself out of Vergil’s arms to move away, spinning around to glare at him. “Well, if I’m such a mistake, then why are you here?”

“No.” Vergil hissed, moving forward suddenly to hold your face between his hands, blue eyes searching yours, trying to make you understand. “If you were a mistake, then you were the best mistake of my life, Y/N. You are so loyal, so devoted, that you waited twenty years for me to return. My only regret is that my mistakes became chains for you. You should have moved on and flourished, and yet you didn’t.” He leaned forward to press his forehead to yours, “I only wish that I had loved you more. For that, I am sorry. And if you would still have me, I’d like to make up for it with the rest of our lives.”

“Vergil.” Words escaped you, and nothing could describe the myriad of emotions stirring within you. Surprise. Love. Hope. Fear. You want to be with him. With everything in your body, you wanted to be with Vergil. But you were scared. You were scared that if you let him in again, and he betrayed your trust, there would be no fixing your heart. It would shatter, and the walls would come up permanently, turning you into a husk.

Your husband had always been able to read you like a book, and with a gentle kiss, Vergil tried to reassure you. “I know it’ll be difficult, but I’ll work hard to show that my love for you is true. Would you please allow me this pleasure?”

Your eyes fluttered close in resignation, “Fine. Welcome home, Vergil.”

Thin lips pulled back into a rare smile as Vergil brought you in for another kiss, “I’m finally home, Y/N.”

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[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #4

Devil May Cry - #4 - Collapsed Building

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“There is nothing in the world I want right now more than a shower,” Nero said, trying to wipe the gore of his latest kill off his pants. 

“Really? I could go for a pizza,” Dante said.

“You could always go for a pizza,” Nero said. “How is it I ended up covered in blood, and you didn’t?”

“Because I’m a professional,” Dante said.

“Or I was doing all the work,” Nero shot back. “Might as well retire if you can’t handle a few demons like that.” 

“No way. Gotta afford that pizza somehow,” Dante said. “Oh, hey, they actually waited for us.”

Nero looked over and, sure enough, Kyrie, Nico, Trish, and Lady were waiting on a bench for them. Kyrie’s eyes widened at the sight of Nero.

“None of it’s mine,” he assured hastily. “I just had to do all the work, because Dante over here can’t pull his weight anymore.”

“Maybe if you didn’t shove your arm through demons’ hearts, they wouldn’t get blood all over your coat,” Dante said.

“Nero! Were you being rough with the prosthetics again?” Nico demanded.

Nero hid his weakened prosthetic arm behind his back. “No.” 

Nico threw her hands up in defeat. “You know the cost of a new one. Have it ready.”

“He’ll need it. Some of those minor demons got away when we showed up,” Dante said. “We’ll deal with that when it becomes a problem. Who’s up for pizza?”

“There’s a place down the street,” Lady said. “Maybe Nero should, uh, shower first.”

“I can just-” Nero was cut off as the ground trembled. “Son of a bitch.”

Dante heaved a sigh. “Found the demons that slipped us.”

The ground began to shake hard enough that the six of them had to grab onto the bench so they didn’t fall over. They all looked around for any sign of the demons.

“Over there!” Nero called, pointing to a building. “Three of them. That still leaves two, though.”

A loud explosion tore through the air and they spun to face another building as smoke poured out of it. Dante frowned.

“Think I just found them,” he said.

“That building is going to collapse!” Kyrie said in alarm.

“Dante, go get those three before they cause anymore destruction. I’ll get people out of the building. Everyone else, clear the streets,” Nero ordered, running for the building.

“Nero!” Kyrie cried. 

“He’ll be in and out. That place is closed, so there shouldn’t be many people inside,” Trish assured, putting a hand on Kyrie’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s clear the streets before anyone gets hurt.” 

Nero ran into the building, immediately covering his nose and mouth as he was met with smoke. He squinted his eyes and ran forward.

“Anyone in here?” he called as loud as he could.

“Help!”

The voice was weak, but not too distant. Nero ran for it, hoping this was the only person in here. There was no way this place would stay standing for more than a few minutes, if that.

Nero found the source of the voice. A man laid on the ground, his arm burned from the explosion. A woman was trying to tend to him, and she looked up with frightened eyes.

“You need to get out of here. Is there anyone else inside?” Nero demanded.

“Just the janitor. He was cleaning bathrooms on the second floor,” she said, trying and failing to get the man up. “He’s too heavy for me to carry!”

Nero cursed silently and carefully lifted the injured man. He whimpered, but clutched onto Nero’s jacket.

“Follow me, and be quick,” Nero said, taking off for the entrance.

He managed to get the two of them outside. Another tremble shook the ground, and Nero cursed out loud this time.

“Lady! Help them!” he called, since she was closest.

“Nero, wait! You can’t go back in there!” Lady said in alarm.

“There’s someone on the second floor!” Nero said, and darted back in before she could stop him. He didn’t have long. He had to get the last person out. 

The building shook as he reached the stairs, but he grit his teeth and kept going. He called out for the janitor as he reached the second floor, but no one called back.

“Don’t be dead,” he said as he started down the hallway. “Dammit, don’t be dead.” 

Nero ran for a room with the light on, stopping in the doorway. He let out a sigh of relief as he spotted the janitor, unconscious and with a cut on his head from fallen debris, but alive. 

He hurried inside, carefully lifting the janitor. He’d only just stepped back towards the door when the building rocked with alarming force.

“Oh, hell,” Nero whispered, and braced himself.

Outside, Dante rejoined the others, having dispatched the demons in the other building. He’d caught the other two fleeing the building Nero was clearing out. 

But he frowned as he reached the girls. Trish was tending to an injured man, and Kyrie was comforting a frightened but unharmed woman.

“Where’s Nero?” Dante said.

“There was someone on the second floor still,” Lady said.

“Well he better hur-” Dante didn’t get to finish.

Instead, they all spun as the building collapsed.

“Nero!” Kyrie staggered to her feet, and Lady caught her before she could run at the building. “Nero!” 

“Dante, he was in there!” Lady said in alarm.

“Alright, alright, calm down,” Dante said. “I’ll go pull his ass out of the fire again. He’ll be fine.”

He hoped. Nero was tough, but even he couldn’t survive a whole building falling on him.

He was already tired from their earlier battle, and his arm was about ready to break. This was not a good situation. There was a very good chance he wasn’t making it out of this one without injury, if he made it out at all.

Dante ran for the collapsed building, trying to keep himself casual for the sake of the others. He didn’t want to worry them anymore than they already were.

It was hard to see thanks to the smoke and dust, but Dante pressed on, trying to find a way to enter the wreckage. Lady had said the last person was on the second floor, so that’s likely where Nero had been when the building collapsed. 

“Nero!” he called, carefully picking his way through the wreckage. He’d have preferred to hack away at it with his sword for the sake of time, but the building was too unsteady and he couldn’t risk sending the rest toppling when Nero and a civilian were trapped inside.

“D-te-”

It was a faint, muffled cry, but Dante could just make out his name. He ran for the voice, unable to stop the rapid pounding of his heart.

Nero was family. Even if Nero didn’t know it, he was Dante’s family. 

Dante found a particularly damaged section of the building, and had to carefully pick his way through it. It was frustratingly slow progress, but even the slightest wrong nudge could send it toppling.

When he was finally through, he spotted Nero. 

Nero was bloodied, looking barely conscious. His body was trembling, positioned protectively over an unconscious man. His prosthetic arm was gone, and judging by the blasted away debris from the ceiling, Dante could guess what had happened to it. 

“T-Tried to...blast it away…” Nero managed.

Dante knelt next to him, looking him over. He was badly injured, but his body had taken the brunt of the damage, and the man under him was okay aside from a gash in his head.

“Him first,” Nero managed, before slumping forward.

Dante caught him easily. “Both of you are getting out of here. This place could topple over again any second if the emergency crews show up and come digging around.”

Dante sat Nero down, then got the unconscious man onto his back. He bent down and gently lifted Nero, holding him close to his chest.

He looked down at Nero, and was reminded once again that Nero had more human in him than Vergil or Dante. He wasn’t weak by any means, but his body wasn’t unbreakable.

He’d survived. That was all that mattered. It had to be, because Dante couldn’t let himself start worrying about Nero all the time. He’d never be at peace again if he did. 

Nero was good at his job. He took stupid risks sometimes, but it was because he had a good heart. Dante would just have to trust that he could take care of himself.

But right now, he was too injured to do that. So Dante would get him out safely. 

It was incredibly slow going as he tried to get out of the building without jostling either of the injured around too much. Nero was bleeding on Dante, but Dante was just grateful that he was still conscious.

“You owe me a new coat,” he said, just to get Nero talking.

“Was about time yours got dirty. H-Had to make you...w-work,” Nero said, and let out a hacking cough. He’d no doubt inhaled a lot of dust and smoke when everything came down. 

“You’re a pain in the ass. I have to come clean up your messes,” Dante said.

“No way. I had i-it,” Nero said, and winced as he shifted wrong. “Was just catching my breath when you found me.” 

“Sure, kid. Whatever you have to tell yourself,” Dante said, and was relieved as he finally stepped away from the collapsed building.

“Nero!”

The others rushed forward. Trish took the injured man off Dante’s back, and they carried him and Nero away from the building and to relative safety.

Dante sat down, keeping Nero held to him as Kyrie checked his wounds. Nero’s head lolled against Dante’s shoulder, and he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“I’m fine,” he managed with a shaky smile.

“You’ve got bad gashes all over you,” Kyrie said, and gripped his hand. “I’m so glad you’re alive, though. Oh, Nero.”

“EMTs should be here soon,” Nico said, kneeling down. “Dammit, Nero, how do you keep breaking your prosthetics? Well, you can just struggle until you pay me for a new one. That’ll teach you. You damn fool.” She looked him over, relief coming to her face. “Yea, you’re a damn fool.” 

“Is he-?” Nero tried to pick his head up to look at the man.

“He’s fine. You took the damage for him,” Dante assured. He grinned. “Granted, I could’ve done it and saved both of us from injury.”

“Shut up.” Nero let his head fall back against Dante’s shoulder. “A building fell on me. The least you can do is pay for pizza.”

“In your dreams,” Dante said.

“I think he’s already there,” Kyrie said, squeezing Nero’s hands as his eyes finally fell closed. “I’m proud of him. I just wish he didn’t have to give me a heart attack all the time.”

“He’s a good kid. Stupid, but good,” Dante said, looking down at Nero.

His nephew. The risk-taking, brash, good-hearted kid. 

Dante sighed heavily. “I’ll get us pizza when he wakes up.”

It was the least he could do to show how relieved he was that Nero was okay.

#devil may cry #Nero Sparda #Dante Sparda #whumptober2020 #no.4 #collapsed building #DMC #dmc dante #dmc nero #jtdoeswhumptober #My writing #my post #fic #dmc fanfic

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I don’t know if it went through (mobile sucks) but I have some angst for ya. So Nero’s s/o is trying to kick an addiction. Drugs, alcohol, smoking your pick. And she’s going through terrible withdrawals. During one particularly bad episode she snaps and scream and sobs at Nero asking how he could love someone dirty and damaged like her when he could have someone pure and clean like Kyrie. Thanks! Love your stuff!!

(I picked smoking, because my parents used to smoke so I’ve seen what those withdrawals look like. I don’t really know anyone that drinks or takes drugs so… *shrug*) 

“Hey, Nico… Mind if I steal a smoke?” You whisper, peeking your head in between the driver and passengers seat, a hand resting on each side as you stand in between them. Nero was in the back, either in the bathroom or looking at the devil breakers, you weren’t quite sure, but you knew that if he heard you asking the Artisan of Arms such a question, he wouldn’t be the happiest. He had gone to quite the trouble to keep you clean, free of smoke in your lungs for as long as he was willing to help. Which knowing him, he’d help you stay off them till the day you die.  

You had told him a few days ago that you wanted to quit smoking, but never had the willpower to do so, so he took it upon himself to help you out and make sure you never have a cigarette again. Not if he had anything to say about it, at least. First he threw out your full pack of cigarettes, much to your protest, saying he’d pay you back what they cost if it made you feel any better, to which you sourly declined. He then told Nico to make sure not to smoke around you, but you knew she always had them on her, some even loose around the van, but Nero had picked up any he could find to make sure you didn’t sabotage yourself. It was sweet… but god, you were desperate for a smoke.

Nico was no help to you. Well, she was, just not in the way you wanted it at the moment. Instead of handing you a smoke like you had asked, she called out to your boyfriend instead, ratting you out faster than you could even think of lighting a cigarette. 

“Hey, meat for brains! Make your girl stop askin’ me for ciggies.” She called out in her southern accent, to which you raised your eyebrows at her offendedly. 

“Y/n…” You heard Nero’s warning tone from a ways behind you, like he was scolding a child who stole a cookie from the cookie jar. You’d have to get Nico back for this one later. You frowned at her and she shrugged innocently in response. You wouldn’t stay mad at her, you knew she meant well, but the lack of cigarettes was getting to you and making you snap easily. You were starting to worry that you’d end up yelling at them and offending them in someway eventually. It was bound to happen sooner or later. 

“You’ve gone three days so far without one, don’t break it now” Nero’s heavy footsteps got closer to you as he spoke, ending up standing behind you but you didn’t turn around to face him. Hearing that it had only been three days made you feel like shit, it felt so much longer than that! How were you so desperate to give up when it hadn’t even been a week yet? You knew it would get easier with time, but this was going to be the longest and slowest process in your mind, which only made you want to give in and have a damn smoke all that much more. 

You huff an angry breath, crossing your arms over your chest and standing up straight. You opt for looking out the windshield, refusing to look at the disappointed stare Nero was no doubt giving you and rolling your eyes at the thought. Deep down you knew you were being silly, but the anger was kicking in after not having your usual stress relief for what felt like so long. And woking with the devil hunters was not considered clam and relaxing. 

“Hey, I’m just trying to help, remember.” Nero sighs calmly, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to either sooth you or coax you into facing him. It definitely made you turn around. Sooth you, however? Not so much. You snapped, heart beating fast and angrily, eyes narrowing and brows knitting together in frustration. As you spun around, you slapped his hand off your shoulder, causing the young devil hunter to look offended for a second before turning to confusion. 

“You aren’t helping me, Nero!” You yelled, glaring at the white haired male who now backed away from you a step, giving you the space you clearly needed. You already felt bad for what you were saying, but the anger and aggression was uncontrollable, you just hoped Nero knew that and would forgive you when you finally calm down. However, right now, you couldn’t find the willpower to shut up, your words feeling like vomit that you can’t keep down. 

“You threw out my smokes, congratulations! What’s stopping me from just going and buying another pack? Huh?” You ask with venom on your tongue. Maybe if you weren’t a naturally calm person, the aggression wouldn’t have been so bad in this tough time. Either way, you knew you were making Nico uncomfortable by yelling, her expression seeming a little scared if you could believe it. This was so unlike you… Nero didn’t fight back, letting you unleash your anger because it was better than destroying your lungs with cigarettes, right? Instead of stopping it there, you wanted him to react, show the same aggression you were feeling, just so he knew it wasn’t as easy as he thought it was. But, boy you should have kept your mouth shut…

“God, you really are a deadweight, aren’t you? Can’t even stop your own girlfriend from smoking” You scoff, continuing to glare at him. Why that word? Any other word would have been fine, but this was too far. You knew how being called a deadweight made him feel, you even got up Dante for saying it once or twice to him. And the look on Nero’s face after hearing you, of all people, call him that, was like a knife to the heart. He was hurt, staring back at you like you just betrayed him, and in a sense, you did. 

“Yeah, thats my cue…” Nico whispered to herself before opening the drivers side door and slipping out to give you two some privacy. You could tell she was now a little mad at you, possibly for calling Nero a deadweight when she also knew what it did to his self esteem. 

“I know you don’t mean the things you’re saying right now, but… that one hurt” Nero chuckled humourlessly, his eyes cast downwards, very clearly upset with your choice of words. He took a deep breath before shaking his head, seeming to get more upset the more he thought about it. And suddenly, you got what you wanted. He snapped. 

“You know I am just trying to help you, Y/n! You were the one who asked me to help, so why—“ He cut himself short when he realised he already knew the answer to what he was saying. He didn’t yell but he definitely got louder and his hand gestures are always a good sign to know when he’s angry. He’ll wave his arms around more, maybe even point at you accusingly while he angles his head upwards to seem even more taller than you even though you’re around the same height. 

You watch as he slowly calms himself down, his outburst being a lot shorter than you thought it would have been. He turns away from you, resting his hands on the small table while you shrink into yourself as you realise what you’ve done. How could you hurt him like that? You bring your hands up to your eyes, covering your face as you let out a long, shakes breath. You wanted to reach out and tell him how sorry you are, but you decide that maybe it’s best to give him a little space.

“Why are you with me, Nero? I’m disgusting” You mumble into your hands, though addressing him, you didn’t expect him to hear you or understand you with how quiet you made your voice. You could’t see, but he turned his head, furrowing his brow at you, wondering how on earth you could say such a thing. To him, that was worse than you calling him deadweight. But, when he made no noise, you assumed he didn’t hear you, continuing to mumble into your hands. “You could be with anyone else instead. Someone good and pure, someone that would never be in this situation with you.”  

You felt your eyes sting with tears, but kept them at bay, not wanting to seem weak or pathetic in Nero’s eyes, even though he had never done nothing to make you believe he would ever believe such a thing. He thought you were so strong for even attempting to quit smoking in the first place, but he did know he couldn’t keep you from giving in. He was your support, but this was ultimately your choice and only you could change your mind. 

“Don’t.” Was all he said, slight aggression in his tone. Your head snapped up from your hands, blinking quickly as you looked at him, surprised that he had heard you since you thought you were mumbling like a newborn baby. When you saw his eyes staring back at you with an intense warning, as if he was daring you to say more just so he could cut you off. You wanted to both disappear and hug him at the same time, wanting to escape from this awful situation you had put the two of you in, but also embrace him and apologise to him. Before you had the chance to say anything, he decided he had more to say. 

“This is a hard time for you, okay? I get that, and I’m here to help you through it. But, you gotta watch your mouth.” He scoffed, running a hand through his short, white, tuft of hair. You blinked in surprise at his sudden bluntness and odd sense of humour, but it did make your lips curl ever so slightly. “Call me names all you want if it helps… but don’t question what we have. Don’t call yourself names either.” 

You found yourself silently nodding along to what he was saying, knowing you’d try everything in your power to not lash out at him again and hurt him like you did. Though, he had lightened the mood a little with his tone and handsome smirk, it made you release a long breath, like a large weight falling off your shoulders. Instead of keeping quiet and upset, you took a step toward him and smiled softly as he held a hand out for you to take. 

“Or what?” You whisper in a teasing tone, playing along with his newfound attitude. Your hand slid into his, immediately being pulled into him. You placed your hands on his hips, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt while he rested his palms on your red cheeks. You were unsure if you were red in the face from the anger and sadness that had washed over you only moments prior, or from blushing at his antics. 

“Or… I’ll have to shut you up myself” He replied with a cocky smirk, leaning in to press a quick but loving kiss to the corner of your lips, leaving you wanting more. You smile sheepishly and lean into his touch, his hands emitting warmth into the skin on your face. A sigh passes through your lips, having released all your anger, and suddenly you realised you weren’t craving a cigarette anymore. You closed your eyes and bought your face into Nero’s collar, resting your forehead against him.

“I’m sorry for everything I said. I didn’t mean any of it, I swear. I’m just a bitch.” You apologise with a soft chuckle at the end, trying to keep the lighthearted aura around that Nero had thankfully bought, quickly ending all harsh thoughts and words with a simple albeit adorable smile of his. 

“What did I say about calling yourself names?” He scolded, wrapping his arms tightly around you and lifting you off the ground by a few centimetres. You kick your feet and giggle, quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he put you back down. “I appreciate the apology though, so thanks. I’m sorry too, I could have handled that situation better—“

You cut him off by placing your hand on the back of his neck and pulling his face down to yours, lips colliding messily as you attempt to quieten his apology. He had nothing to be sorry for, you were in the wrong. He didn’t fight you, simply humming into your mouth as he closed his eyes and kissed you back. 

#Thats an ending right? #I feel like my writing gets far too dramatic #help #nero x reader #nero dmc

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SSDD - Ch1 All Hands on Deck

AO3 - Written by Me & @lynxtigerwritings

Tags = AU Canon-Divergent / Canon-Typical Violence & Behavior

Pairings = Vergil-OFC / Dante-OFC / Nero-Kyrie

Note - READ LOVE’S SACRIFICE IT’S V PROLOGUE - Pairing V/OFC

If there was one thing Vergil was thankful for, it was that even when he was severely poisoned he could not only feel the presence of the Yamato but also his son. He was also thankful they were in the same place, making it so much easier to focus. Wrapped up in his cloak, shivering even when he was dripping sweat from excursion and fever, he picked his head up when he heard the voice of a sweet girl.

“Hey you two! Dinner’s ready!”

Vergil’s brows pinched together. Was that Kyrie? It echoed from the garage up ahead, the door halfway open. He’d be able to duck under it. That was where the source of the energies was, too.

He wasn’t one to swear, not like Dante or even Nero, but fuck his whole body was shooting white-hot pain all over every step he took...Goddamn Stolas’ for sicking his poisonous plants on him, going after him from behind...All because of Abaddon...

“You, uh...you need somethin’?”

When had he gotten across the road?

“What...hungry? Heh...in luck...food’s ready and Kyrie...too much.” As his vision doubled, most of the sentence was distorted. The sound of clanking reached his ears. That was definitely his son’s voice, and that had been Kyrie after all. Nero had said her name so sweetly...had their relationship developed further? How long...had he been away?

Vergil slipped under the garage door and slowly stepped closer, breathing heavy. His mind was wavering...Focus! He needed to tell Nero he needed help.

“Hope...loud talkers...a pair of those...” Nero had stood up and paused whatever he was saying, but now he was closer Vergil heard him more clearly, “...see somethin’ ya like?”

A blue glow alerted Vergil, feeling the energy of the Yamato spike. When had his son’s arm become demonic?

“You a demon?” Nero growled, obviously on edge now.

That wasn’t what he wanted and he lifted his hand, skin showing grey and veins black in the light. Suddenly desperate he worked his throat and rocked on his heels as he lost his balance, “Nero…”

“Nero! The food’s getting cold! What’s-” Kyrie was immediately cut off.

“Call Dante!” Nero shouted as he swung himself forward. The voice sounded...but it couldn’t. When the robe fell from his face, Nero’s eyes widened and then narrowed. His father looked as though he had aged terribly. The black veins were sucking the very life out of him, and it looked like it was slow acting. Nero knew not a thing about poisons. He only knew how to point and shoot. Kyrie might have something in the home to help slow it down further, but an actual antidote would have to come from Dante, if the demon hunter even knew what the poison was. If this could be cured. “Hey. Father.” His skin was flecking at his very touch, as though he were crumbling to dust.

He slowly pulled the robe back on, trying not to let it rub too much on his father’s skin and hoisted him up. “We’re going to get you upstairs.” He told him seriously. “Kyrie’s calling Dante, I’m sure and we’ll get you better.” As better as they possibly could. “Alright? You gotta stay with me ol’ man. That’s your job right now. You got that? Stay with me.”

His voice needed to work goddamn it but all he got for a second was a chest-rattling grunt to show he was listening. Any other circumstance he would consider this humiliating, and every jostle, as accidental as it was, hurt like a bitch. When he was finally set down on a bed - at least it wasn’t a couch - he reached and grabbed Nero’s arm, choking out, “Yamato...the...power will...” he hissed as his whole body shuddered in a shiver yet a bead of sweat went down his temple, “Slow..it...down...” he finished, feeling incredibly weak and he hated it.

Slow it down? Nero looked at his arm where the Yamato was sealed away. Dante was going to fry him. The Yamato would practically call out every demon from their hiding spots, but what choice did he have? He reached into his palm and pulled the sword out, covered in blood and his arm falling limp from use, Nero had gritted his teeth so finely it was amazing he hadn’t screamed from his own pain. “What do I do?”

Instead of wasting breath, Vergil took it from him and promptly pressed it to his chest where it pulsed with energy. It felt good to have his sword back in his hands, and it when he was able to finally suck air through his teeth and into his lungs instead of fighting for every breath, he relaxed into the bed. Eyes fluttering back open, they were a lot clearer now. Everything still hurt, the poison was still creeping, but he didn’t look or feel like he was going to die in the next heartbeat. “In answer to...your question,” he swallowed hard, throat dry, “Check with...Kyrie. The poison is...from Stolas’ plants. Another demon.” Not being able to articulate his words properly irked him to Hell and back. At least he got his point across.

Nero got up onto his feet. “I got it.” He told him as he walked out of the room. The girls were around the kitchen table looking grim.

“What was that about?” Nico asked clicking her tongue and folding her arms.

“Poison from Stolas.” Nero looked over at Kyrie who was holding the phone. “If that’s still Dante tell him that. I bet he had a few ideas.”

“Do you know who Stolas is?” Kyrie asked the seasoned hunter on the other end, her hand pressed over her heart in worry, “Nero learned that’s where the poison’s from.” Noticing he was holding his arm and it wasn’t as bright, she tilted her head, silently asking if he was alright.

Nero nodded and gave Kyrie a trade-mark smile but he listened for Dante’s reply.

“Looks like I gotta call Lysander. Now to hope that one of them picks up the phone. I’ll be there shortly afterward. Not sure if it’ll help, but holy water might ease it a twinge. He’ll be in a hell of a lot of pain but it’s better that than to bite his tongue and die.” Dante sighed on the other end before hanging up.

“Holy water until help arrives. Do we have any?” she looked at Nico who tended to keep stock of their supplies, then to Nero, “Somebody named Lysander’s going to hopefully be here.”

Nico shrugged, “I might have some but you might wanna make another batch Kyrie just in case. I’ll go down to my van. Be back in a snitch.”

X

“Yo! Sis!” the younger Lysander sister shouted to the void that was her apartment with Charlotte, “The world must be ending, Dante’s called! Asking about plants. That’s your shtick.”

Charlotte blinked from reading. Quietly the older sister closed her book and dig into the mess of papers where her own cellphone was. Three missed calls. All from Dante. Oops. “What about plants?!”

Yvette came from the hallway, phone to her chest so she could talk without getting mixed signals, “Some douchebag demon named Stolas?”

“Ugh. Where?” Charlotte asked as she got up from her desk and went over to her closet. Better drag out the big guns. She reached up and pulled a large oak case that jiggled and clinked ominously. “We’re gonna have to go fast meaning you drive Vet.”

Pale green eyes lit up and she put the phone back to her ear, “Text me the address, would you? On our way now.” If she had the address then that’d make it easier for Charlotte to input it into her GPS and give her directions. Honestly, she was giddy with the thought of getting out of the house and driving. Sure it was dire circumstances, but meeting new people was always fun, and if it was Dante asking for help then part of her knew they were a few steps shy of having a hunt.

“Sure thing,” Dante said, “Tell your sister she’s shit at having a phone.” It was a nice little jab. “See you.”

Not even five seconds went by before Yvette’s phone dinged with a text for the address. Charlotte hauled the big case up and over her shoulder. The rattling increased tenfold. “Following you out the door kiddo.”

X

Honestly, falling asleep was a horrible idea. Vergil was lucky as hell to even open his eyes again. All he remembered last was little concerned Kyrie -my how she’d grown- soothing him while Nero not only made him drink a shot of holy water but apply it to some of the wounds from his skin flaking.

What brought him to consciousness he wasn’t quite sure. All of a sudden he felt Dante’s energy, and drawing near was the presence of what he could only guess was a witch. A rattling noise echoed in the hallway before the door was eased open. Reflexively he gripped his sword, but the sight before him threw his guard off. Straight strands of brown hair spilled over the woman’s shoulders, and as she turned on the light to see what she was doing he was sucked into deep green eyes that reminded him of staring into a forest.

Heaven and Hell combined, he must be really off his game, poison be damned.

Charlotte didn’t miss how he reached for his sword. A part of her wanted to be cheeky about how that sword wouldn’t do much against her and he was delusional, but she kept her mouth closed. This poor man was going through hell. She placed the big case on the ground and kicked it open. It unfolded itself to show so many different kinds of vials in many different colors.

She carefully sat on the edge of the bed and slowly telegraphing her moves to pick up his arm and looked at the black veins. “Holy water?” She mused. “Fast thinking.” She looked up at the man who was on the bed.

“Can he be saved?” Dante asked, folding his arms against his chest.

“He can be,” Charlotte said soothingly and turned to Vergil. “Stolas did this? It’s a new kind of poison. Taking demonic energy and transforming it into literal poison.” She turned away and started to sift through the vials. She hummed a tune softly under her breath.

Such a lovely sound...Vergil closed his eyes briefly before he shifted, “Dante, Stolas got me...in the back. Starting at...the source...might help.” Which of course meant he had to take off his cloak, jacket, vest, and possibly his shirt. “Normally wounds...heal closed. This one...did not.” Which of course meant it had been festering.

Dante walked around the bed and helped Vergil turn around once they got him out off the complicated outfit. The odor was terrible and Charlotte clicked her teeth.

“What the fuck, dad.” Nero hissed when he saw the damage that was on his father’s back. He hadn’t wanted to leave his side, but holy…

“Stolas didn’t really know the safe word here.” Dante grimaced.

“Lets…” Charlotte started to pull her hair back into a makeshift bun. “Yvette I need gauze and warm wet towels.” She lowered herself so Vergil could hear her. “How steady is your grip? I can give it to you orally and you take it yourself or I find a different method.”

“Either holding the yamato...in a death grip...or not at all,” Vergil admitted with a sigh, feeling even colder than before but at least the cool air on the back of his neck where he was drenched in sweat was relieving. He heard the creaking of the door as this ‘Yvette’ left the room to get what was asked of her. “What other methods?”

“One method is that I administer it through a kiss, another is that I open that wound of yours and try to see if I can’t get it to take through the bloodstream. I can even have you sit up and I pour it down your throat if you’d prefer.” Charlotte listed.

“Won’t even consider taking you out to dinner Verg.” Dante teased, though the worried edge on his voice betrayed his feelings.

Nero rolled his eyes. He’s been there. He’s done that. “I’m going to help Yvette find the towels. It’s crowded in here.” He knew his father didn’t want to display too many weaknesses to too many people. At least the Lysander woman was trying her best.

“I was thinking...the same thing,” Vergil nodded to Nero in appreciation and he released a long breath when his son was out of the room, leaving the three of them. Even the Yamato pulsed a little bit when he thought about her kissing him and he shook his head in spite of the ache, “Sit up...pour it.” Lifting his hand to his brother he grit his teeth when Dante grasped his wrist and hauled him up, his body lurching to the side only to be caught by the woman. Her touch set him on edge, but not out of distaste. “My shirt. I’ll bite it.” Whatever it was she gave him to cure the poison was going to make him scream.

“I can knock yo-Okay then.” Dante had to admit it was nice that Charlotte didn’t even try to persuade Vergil to do the other thing. She uncapped the vial. “Brave man.” She set the cap to the side and she scooted a little closer to Vergil. She knew this was going to hurt. He was going to drink it, it was going to taste vile, he was going to hate it and when it was also poured on his wounds with the towel and gauze he was either going to pass out or scream loudly enough to wake up the neighborhood. That shirt of his was going to get torn, undoubtedly. She swirled the vial three times in either direction and looked at Vergil squarely. Like two warriors on opposite sides of a battle. “You can swear at me, I know I’m the bitch in this scenario.” Without further ado, she helped him drink it.

Vergil expected the taste and covered his mouth as he tried not to cough and spit it out, squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing down the bile and the liquid. In the nothing that followed he grabbed his shirt, twisted it and when the first pangs of something made him double over he shoved the cloth in his mouth in time to feel burning.

Yvette returned with the items Char asked for in time to see Vergil slam his body back onto the bed which creaked ominously at the abuse. Screaming into the wad of his shirt while his hands gripped the edges. Yup. That shirt would be pieces by the end of this. “Lotty,” she whispered to get her sister’s attention, holding up the wraps and towels, “Anything else you need help with? Holding him down when you wrap him?”

Charlotte looked at Vergil who was panting, Dante was gripping his brother tightly and they both looked at each other before Charlotte shook her head. “No.” She said after a moment. “I think once we get this done, we can take watch. Make sure it doesn’t get worse or continue to spread.”

“Sounds like a plan, how long does it take?” Dante asked, carefully loosening his grip on his brother so that he could reposition himself. Charlotte carefully took the things from Yvette.

“Twenty four hours, if not a little less since he’s half-demon.” Charlotte determined. “The wound on the back is what I’m worried about most. It’s been infected and reinfected. Actually, Yvette, shove my case a little closer to the bed.”

Huffing mostly at the weight of it, Yvette did as she was told and cocked her head when Vergil screamed again, back arching and if it wasn’t for Dante she’d fear he’d snap his back in two, “I’ll get you another cloth for his forehead, a basin while I’m at it. He’s drenched.”

“You sound like a peach,” Charlotte said as she shifted through the vials a little quicker this time before picking one up. She unrolled the gauze and started to drip some onto cloth and leaned in uncomfortably close to get the wrapping around. “At least,” Charlotte said dryly, “I’m wearing a bra for this.”

Dante appreciated the humor. She was as much in an uncomfortable position as his brother and he was grateful that Charlotte knew how to work swiftly as she did carefully. His brother still writhed in pain and agony, but he still kept a firm grip so he wouldn’t ruin more of her handiwork. “This is going to take all night.” He sighed.

“I’d much rather he scream and punch than to go still and iced,” Charlotte said bluntly. “Yvette can hold him down as well as you can, but I’m pretty sure I’m pushing limits as I am.”

“You know his pride.” Dante huffed a laugh. “I didn’t realize that was infamous.”

“I have my own honor code I abide by. It drives Vet up the wall. Ask her. One time she legit threatened to shoot me over it I kid you not.”

“Oooh boy, you’re his type.” The younger twin snorted, but then had to double his grip again at another wave. “I’m a little worried about putting him on his back or even back on his stomach.” He admitted. “I don’t feel like he can handle that.”

Charlotte didn’t blame him for that line of thinking. But Dante couldn’t hold him all night long and while Yvette did offer to help, Charlotte wasn’t sure if it’d make things better or not. “We have to. We’re better off keeping him from rolling off the bed than we are to restrain him. That’s wasted energy and effort.”

“Logical and precise.” Dante let out a breath. “Okay then.”

They helped each other to get Vergil to lay down, but the moment that they got him back onto his stomach, it was a hell storm. It was agony for touch, for the skin to be pulled and soon enough that antidote would stop burning and it would be numbed, hopefully drugged. Hopefully. His back needed to heal, and him writhing around wasn’t helping. She didn’t doubt that after the first hour, she’d have to change them again.

“I’ll tell Nero we’re taking watch shifts and let Vet know that too. If you’re hungry, I’m sure Kyrie can heat up whatever dinner they were having.” Dante offered as he slowly got himself untangled from Vergil’s grip and body. “She feeds an army and then some, it’s no hassle.”

Charlotte sighed, “Sure. I can’t work on an empty stomach and if there’s room to share, I’ll take it.”

“Awesome. Keep an eye out, you get first watch,” Dante patted Charlotte’s shoulder before heading down the stairs to let the group know what was going on.

“Should’ve let ‘im punch me,” was the barely audible whisper when he was well out of earshot, voice too hoarse and literally cotton-mouthed after his tattered shirt was gone.

Charlotte looked down at Vergil. “At this point in time, I don’t think you’d even know what a punch feels like.”

All he did was hum and Yvette came back in with the cloth and basin she promised a while ago, “Dante told us. I’ll bring your food up when it’s ready, yeah?”

“Sure.” Charlotte looked over at Yvette, “By the dresser thanks.” She let out a low sigh as she started to make herself comfortable on the side of the bed. “I’m good here.” She assured her sister.

“Hmm, I’m sure you are,” Yvette gave her a sly wolfish smile and easily danced away when a pillow was thrown at her, ‘kekeke’ing and tossed it back before leaving her alone with Vergil until she brought food.

“Should’ve shot her, but I don’t know if that’s worth a bullet or my sanity,” Charlotte muttered darkly as she pushed the pillow against her stomach, glaring heatedly at the door. She waited for a moment, in case her sister decided to come back. When it was clear, she set the pillow to the side and went to the basin. The water was lukewarm, which was nice. She dipped the cloth in, and wringing it out before going back to Vergil and gently swiping it across the back of his neck and his forehead, humming soft.

Sleep had nearly claimed him before he felt her gentle touches and picked up on her sweet humming. It was the same tune from before and something he didn’t cater to often, curiosity, nagged at him. Perhaps later he could ask. Instead of releasing another little hum to answer hers, Vergil heard a different noise. With his body so numb, it took a second to realize it was coming from deep, deep in his chest. Not quite human, either. If he had any strength left to care, he would be embarrassed as hell his demon was purring and trilling.

Charlotte heard it. She heard it and it made her pleased. She didn’t know much about hybrids, let alone half-demons. Yet she knew that the demons had their own little purrs and noises that they made. Animalistic as they were, they were sometimes more human than humans. To know that hybrids and half-demons could do the same thing as a regular demon, well...that was going to be her secret to keep. She hummed in tune with the purring and trilling as she wiped away the sweat, and cooled his body down. She didn’t stop humming when she put the cloth back into the basin and went back to settle on the side of the bed. She certainly didn’t stop humming until he was nice and knocked out.

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