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Devil May Halloween 2022 - The Horror Amusement Park, Vergil's Path

It took me a little longer, but here is Vergil's! Hope you're all still in a spooky season mood ;)

*ALSO PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNING*

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: After Nico solved the puzzle box, you were sent to complete darkness. In an abandoned castle leading to a cemetery, you both might have to face more horrors than you thought that night would bring.

(a longer one too, 'cause I don't know what limit means)

TRIGGER WARNING: There's a lot of violence, even towards the reader, and PTSD/episodes regarding Vergil's trauma and discussion of him wanting to be dead or not. It gets very dark and, if you're struggling with something along these lines and think this might trigger you or be too much to handle right now, I do suggest NOT reading it.

Author's notes: I have a hard time not making Vergil's ones darker, but it's a little difficult considering his history. Not that Dante isn't traumatized and depressed as well, but I dunno. Vergil just got back from Hell after being enslaved for almost 20 I think. There's still a lot of healing to happen to him.

I hope you guys like it, though! It took me some time 'cause I was still trying to figure out what I wanted from his - frenzied Verge, kinda succubus kissing him, angst... It's a party indeed "^^

Devil May Halloween 2022 - Vergil's Path

You couldn’t really understand what was going on, but you could see darkness and a thick white fog tangling around your knees – you could barely see your feet and it was hard to distinguish where you were.

Extending your hands in the darkness, you tried to find the edge of whatever room you were in – given the rough floor under you, your feet were stepping in stones. You were clearly inside a room, but in what kind of building… That was still a mystery.

Soon, your fingers touched the cold, rough pattern of a stone wall. Smiling to yourself, you kept walking, running your hands on the walls until you found a door – or, at least, a way to get out.

It didn’t take long, really. When your fingers found wood, you searched for a handle – finding a cold, heavy iron one, carefully opening the wooden door. It made a faint strangled noise, but you were already proficient in demons to know it was loud enough for unnatural creatures.

Soon, you found yourself in an old, abandoned stone corridor, adorned with high, bluish mosaic windows, as far as your eyes could see. The sky was dark outside, only the ghoulish glimmer of the moon as a little bit of light for you to be able to move around with at least some knowledge of what lied ahead. The mist still danced around your knees and feet, apparently covering the whole place.

Wherever that was.

The sounds of footsteps, though, caught your attention. You tried to keep yourself in the darkest corner of that lonely corridor, damning the moment you thought Vergil had too many traumas when insisting on taking Yamato with him.

Traumatized or not, at least he was prepared.

You cleared your ears when the slow, calculated footsteps seemed to get closer. They had a cadence, a way of moving you knew like the sound of your own heartbeat.

“Vergil?” You whispered without leaving your hiding spot, noticing the footsteps coming to a halt.

For the longest seconds in your life, everything was drenched in silence and tension.

Until you finally heard the distinct sound of Yamato being unleashed.

“Vergil, it’s me. Y/n.” You were careful. You knew Vergil would never hurt you but taking him by surprise when he was in a high vigilant state like that one could cause an accident – you had to go easy on him.

“Show yourself.” His voice was low and serious, you could almost see as he barely moved his lips.

“Ok. Don’t be startled, dear. It is me.” With those words, you slowly left your hiding spot, finally seeing your lover under the pale moonlight shine.

Vergil was in position to attack, with Yamato half unsheathed and bended knees, looking exactly at the direction you were hidden. He had a very good sense of hearing – that was how he was training you to fight with your eyes closed, blindfolding you in order to enhance other senses in cases ‘you couldn’t trust your eyes’, as per his own words.

Vergil could fight with his eyes closed. And he was deadly.

“Y/n…” He finally sheathed the Yamato, immediately walking towards you. “I am glad to see you are fine.”

“Same goes for you, blue devil.” You smiled back, holding one of his hands and slowly caressing his skin. It was a simple touch, but it always seemed to calm Vergil whenever he needed it – and the tension between his fingers made you believe he did need it. “Is there anyone else with you?”

“No. I was sent here alone.” Unconsciously, Vergil started to caress patterns back in your hand as well. That made you smile. “And you?”

“Alone as well. I just got out of the dark room of doom over there.” You pointed the door behind you, giving way to a room filled with darkness.

“Hmmm. Our training has been paying off, I see.”

If there was something you loved and hated at the same time was that smug smile of pure pride in Vergil’s lips. When he wore it, the son of Sparda looked even taller, moving his head slightly up. You absolutely adored when he did that, but you also wanted to tear it off his face – especially when you were sparring, and he taunted you after defeating one of your moves.

Pride was the greatest sin of both you and Vergil.

“It has indeed, Dark Slayer.” But of course, you would banter back. As you sighed internally, you had to admit you loved playfully bantering with him. “Do you have any idea what that box in Nico’s hand was?”

“I read once of puzzle boxes being used as portals for other dimensions, but I have never seen it during my lifetime.” He started walking towards the end of the corridor with you, having his eyebrows furrowed in his usual pensive demeanor. Vergil always looked like that whenever he was reading something that sparked his interest or trying to make sense of some obscure meme.

“It was probably Hellraiser.” The certainty in your voice made Vergil stare down at you with annoyance. As soon as you noticed his look, you had to answer. “What? That’s exactly what the Lament Configuration does. Sometimes people get ideas for horror movies from real life.”

“I have to agree with you on that.” Vergil nodded, turning his head back to the path ahead. “But Hellraiser was a poor representation of what summoning demons would look like.”

“Oh, you’ve watched it?” You had a small smile hidden in your lips, but Vergil’s eyes were too smart not to notice.

If there was something he infinitely appreciated in you was how discrete you could be. Even if you had a somewhat sassy tone laced in your words, you never seemed to be making fun of him or actually trying to piss him off. It always looked like you were quite proud of his human part, really.

“I have watched it once. Perhaps it is time to see it again and refresh my memory.” He had the same smile hidden in his words, making your heart warmer. If there was one thing you loved, that was watching movies with Vergil.

You would’ve kept the conversation going if the corridor hadn’t got to its end: soon, a great, broken passage stood before you, hauntingly giving a view of what was outside. A long field of gray-bluish grass adorned with dried, rotten trees continued for miles and miles, while stone crosses, tombstones and weeping angels rose from the ground.

“Well…” You sighed, staring at that phantasmagorical view, still inside the castle. “It’s quite fitting for a necromancer, really.”

“Also fitting for Eric Draven as well…” Vergil murmured under his breath, his hand ready to unsheathe Yamato in the blink of an eye. “What do you feel, love?”

As soon as he asked, you turned your attention to the energy surrounding the cemetery. Vergil didn’t ask those kinds of questions for nothing: it was the type of thing he would say while you were training.

Quieting your mind, you remained in silence, walking carefully by his side. Your steps were almost inaudible, as if you were gliding through the mist entangling around your ankles. Lowering your eyes to your feet, it was easier to sense something when you didn’t rely on your sight to warn you if there was danger lurking in the shadows.

And, indeed, after a while, you sensed something. But it wasn’t just one thing.

“Two opposing energies…?” You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head towards him. Even though Vergil remained serious, you could sense the pride in his voice.

“Two distinct energies. One much stronger than the other.” He analyzed, keeping Yamato by his waist and grabbing its hilt with the other hand. Vergil was more than ready to attack – and you just dreaded your decision of not carrying any sort of weapon with you that night. “If they are opposing, complimentary or feeding of each other, I do not know.”

“My, my… He is handsome and intelligent, isn’t he…?” A female voice echoed around you, making Vergil instinctively step a little bit in front of you and unsheathe his blade. You weren’t completely defenseless, though: around your head, a crown of white summoned swords was ready to attack. “It is indeed a pleasure to welcome you in my garden.”

The demon had the form of a voluptuous woman, breasts covered by long hair that dragged on the ground. You just couldn’t see more of her flesh because of the shadows playing around her legs, as if they were the only form of clothing she wore. You couldn’t deny it: she was beautiful. Deadly beautiful.

“I thought your kind was doomed to imprisonment for a thousand years.” Vergil regained his regal pose, head slightly shifted upwards, his hand still tightly around the Yamato. Curiously enough, he seemed to try to get between you and the demon even more – slowly, almost unnoticeable, but he definitely moved.

“Hmmm. You do know my kind, wolf eyes?” She asked back, as if the words dripped from her mouth. You’d guess she was a succubus, but Vergil’s reaction told you she was a little more than that – or a lot more.

“I do know all of you pitiful creatures should be dead.” His eyes got colder, making her finally shift her gaze to you.

“He is a harsh one, huh? You like that on him.” A devilish smile appeared on her lips, revealing a mouth filled with sharp fangs. “I can see it in your mind, my dear.”

“I tend to like everything about him. Even the most unlikeable of aspects.” You decided not to show you had no clue what kind of demon she was. Also, demons lied: you wouldn’t be scared of her just saying she could read your mind – most of them couldn’t. “That’s usually what humans call love.”

Strangely enough, you could feel Vergil’s free hand slightly touching your nearest thigh – as if telling you to stop the taunting and leave it to him.

That was the biggest red flag you ever had with Vergil: he never told you to step aside in a fight. He reveled in your power, watching you decimating hordes of demons and proudly calling you his mate, his lover. Vergil would only tell you to step down when there was something too dangerous about a fight – unfortunately, with the demon already there, you couldn’t ask him what it was.

After all, it was a power play. And as soon as she noticed you didn’t know what she was, you both would be in a disadvantage and Vergil would lose whatever power he had on that conversation over that demon.

“And isn’t that true…?” She answered with a sparkle of devilish pleasure in her dark eyes. “You truly adore him. Even his dirty aspects – and oh, there are so many in this one.” Shifting her gaze back to Vergil, that mouth filled with sharp teeth smiled again. “Your mind is a bottomless pit of suffering. I’ll enjoy playing with you both.”

“That wasn’t the deal!” Soon, your attentions were caught by a witchy figure in a flowy black long dress, holding an old book in one of her hands and having the other pointed at the demon. “I command you to stop! You cannot disobey me!”

“I am simply doing what you have asked of me, little witch.” The demon had a fake accent of innocence. Vergil just didn’t attack the witch because you held his hand: she was nothing but a teenager – and something was very wrong. “You did ask me to terrorize your guests.”

“They are not my guests!” The girl pointed back at you. “I don’t know how they got here, but they shouldn’t be harmed. I’ll send them back until the proper ones appear and you should not touch them!”

The earth beneath you started trembling – and you could finally see the she-devil’s eyes turning red.

“I played your game until now for freedom, little witch. You do not control me, and you will not deny me blood. Stop being a nuisance.” With those words and a gesture from her hand, corpses raised from the ground – demons coming up from the earth, raising from the depths of Hell – grabbing the girl and her book.

“I’ll deal with her later. You are more interesting right now…” As her newly distorted voice started speaking in an alluring song, none of you were quick enough to react to what happened – or better, you were certain Vergil didn’t move so she wouldn’t accidentally hit you while targeting him. In the blink of an eye, the demon was standing in front of Vergil, holding his face with both hands. “Show me that head of yours, handsome.”

Planting her lips in a deep kiss on Vergil’s own lips, everything turned black to you and him.

Vergil woke up startled, suddenly sitting on the bed.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked around, trying to understand what was going on. That house… It seemed familiar. The opulent decoration, the blue sheets on a big, couple’s bed... It was different, as if to accommodate his now adult self, but… It was home.

You weren’t laying by his side – but he did see your clothes tossed on his working chair. Vergil hummed a quick laugh: it was typical of you when you were tired. He usually just followed your trail of mess, putting things where they belonged. It was something that got on his nerves at first, but soon Vergil started seeing it as a way he complemented you – just like you complemented so many flaws of his.

With his bare feet on the wooden floor, Vergil put on one of his stay-at-home shirts he found in the closet – organized, your clothes carefully placed alongside his – and tried a few steps outside of the bedroom.

The house remained the same as he remembered – but, as he observed before, there was something different. Something of warm, something of happy. It wasn’t drenched in blood, ashes and sorrow as he remembered, but a new beginning. Going down the stairs, Vergil followed your humming voice until he got to the kitchen.

You were standing by the oven, wearing one of his pajama shirts – too big, too baggy for you, but something he adored seeing – while warming your hands over the pan you used to brew some tea. There were toasts from older bread fresh out of the oven, filling the kitchen with their warm smell, and some jam and butter next to both of your plates on the table.

For a few seconds, Vergil was certain he had finally died and achieved the peace his soul longed for his entire life. And he got to live that peace with you.

His eyes suddenly filled with tears as you still quietly hummed, the golden sun lazily filling the kitchen with a dreamy light. He could see his mother’s garden through the windows in the backyard, as if the flowers wanted to play with your hair in the morning sun.

The tears escaped his eyes and Vergil was able to smile as he felt a weight lifting from his heart.

“Good morning, love.” Your voice echoed as soon as you noticed him inside the kitchen. Vergil just smiled more, walking lazily towards you in that golden drenched morning.

“Good morning, fairest of flowers.” His voice was like dark chocolate, melting around you as his arms embraced you from behind – Vergil’s hands coming to play with yours, warming themselves over the steam of the brewing tea.

“Hmmm. Someone’s terribly romantic today.” You couldn’t hide the smile on your lips, closing your eyes as your fingers played alongside his. Vergil’s hands always looked so much bigger and calloused, but, despite everything, he managed to touch you with so much gentleness one would think he didn’t have inside himself.

“I am always hopelessly romantic when I’m around you.” He murmured near your ear – and you could hear the satisfied smile he had in his lips. It was the first time you ever saw Vergil so… Relaxed. He never had his guard down – but, that moment, he wasn’t tensing or in a state of alertness. He was just… Himself. “I love you.”

For some reason, your feelings decided to overflow from your eyes – quite a shock to you. Maybe that was what he felt to be crying before you talked to him that morning, but there was a peace inside your chest that couldn’t be felt anywhere else. Vergil had said he loved you before, but not like that. Not like just Vergil. Not completely vulnerable like he was at that moment.

“I love you too.”

His arms wrapped around you tighter, his hands coming to hold yours – entangling your fingers with his – slowly rocking you from side to side with him. Time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered – nothing but you and him.

Unfortunately, good things never seemed to last in Vergil’s life. Breaking that moment of peace both of you thought would be eternal, he felt various hands grabbing his legs. Looking down, Vergil noticed you were both standing in a pit of glossy darkness – with claw-like hands raising to grab both of you… And drag you down.

“No… No.” Vergil’s voice was nothing but a breath in the wind, completely disoriented as he started back into your eyes, trying to hold you with both of his hands. “No. Don’t let go.”

“I won’t. I’ll never let go of you. Vergil…!” You tried, but the hands pulled your arms back, surrounding you and dragging you apart.

That was when he noticed: You were being held away from him, as the hands were dragging him down – slowly taking Vergil where he knew he belonged.

The realization made his heart sink inside his chest. As he slowly descended, Vergil closed his eyes and sighed, allowing tears to fall down his face. It was a path of his own making – and it was foolish of him to think he deserved any kind of paradise after all he had done. You were able to accept him, you were his paradise. And now, it was time for him to atone for his sins.

Opening his eyes once more, Vergil saw as you struggled and tried to reach out, crying while saying his name. You were an angel indeed, to fall in love with a devil. Just like his mother.

“I love you.” Those were his last words before being completely taken away from you – and all he could hear were your desperate cries of losing him.

He should be forever condemned to Hell for breaking your heart.

“I would have never expected you to be such a romantic soul!”

The voice of the she-devil who kissed him earlier echoed once again, and Vergil found himself kneeling on the grass of the cemetery – eyes glossy with tears, gasping for air. Taking a look around, he saw the witch girl being held hostage by decrepit, skeletal demons, unable to move and staring at him with agony in her eyes. She would be speaking if they didn’t cover her mouth – but her look clearly asked Vergil for forgiveness.

You, in the other hand, were nowhere to be found – at least at a first glance.

“You know what they say… The best way to kill a man is through his heart.” The demon smiled devilishly, walking around the cemetery while seeming to conjure something with her hands. Vergil was too weak to attack her right away – that kiss stole some of his energy, that now he was working on harnessing again. But it was hard to harness energy after such a strong emotional unbalance. He had to ground – even if there wasn’t enough time for that. “You know what a kiss from me does, right…?”

“It shows nothing but lies.”

“Oh, it doesn’t. It shows me the deepest parts of your soul.” She glanced wickedly at Vergil, finally stopping at some point of the cemetery, making the earth shake again. He got up slowly, getting back to his proud pose – Yamato firmly in his hands. “What heaven looks like – with your beloved human. And what Hell looks like.”

Vergil immediately started screaming as he was suddenly assaulted by memories of his tortured times in the hands of Mundus. The girl struggled, wanting to help him, scared of seeing that man in such pain. Vergil’s heart was burning, his mind freezing, his eyes about to cry blood. He wanted to die – as he did everyday when his torture seemed to have no end.

“But your heart does not belong to you, does it…?” With those words, everything started warping and both Vergil and the girl felt the warmth of wild flames.

The pain stopped and he looked around: the castle was on fire, burning to ashes, as the cemetery filled with demons wanting blood. In the distance, he finally saw you running – scared, powerless, being chased by a horde of demons. Vergil’s eyes widened as he recognized that scene, his heart filled with despair: you weren’t like him. You wouldn’t trigger as he did as a child. You would die.

“The best way to kill a man…” The she-devil started speaking, slowly mutating into one of the demons that attacked him that night – voice getting distorted and grotesque. “Is through his heart.”

As she set her hunt towards you, Vergil took a deep breath to think. He had to do something – and acting out of his emotions would be the worst something he could do at the moment. Thinking about it, he unsheathed Yamato, using his lightning speed to attack the demons surrounding the witch responsible for all that.

She remained frozen in fear as he slayed every single one of his adversaries in the blink of an eye. Vergil moved faster than she could think – with a look in his eyes that could only belong to a skillful and calculating killer.

As the demons dopped to their feet, she stood there, staring at him, without moving a single limb from her body. The girl didn’t know if she should thank him or beg for her life.

Vergil pointed the Yamato to her, inches away from the girl’s neck. Her eyes widened, crying as she questioned how it all spiraled out of control like that.

“You…” His words were cold as ice, running like a cube down her spine. “My brother is the soft hearted one with a rule of not killing undeserving humans. I started doing it his way, but be warned that if any harm comes to y/n, there will be nothing stopping me of ending your miserable life.”

The girl was a crying mess. She wanted to kneel at his feet and beg for forgiveness, explaining she never wanted any of that. She wanted to run away before he could say something else. She wanted to scream. She wanted him to understand she was not a bad person.

But inside those silvery eyes, there was no space for understanding – only murderous rage.

“Walk.” Vergil signaled the way with Yamato, setting a quick pace so they would get to you in time. In the distance, he could see white summoned swords as you ran, knowing that, for now, you could keep yourself alive. “Who are you and what happened?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t want this! She was supposed to answer to me, they were all supposed to obey me…!” The girl started stumbling over her words, while Vergil’s unrelenting eyes kept on your form.

“You didn’t answer my questions.”

“I’m, I’m, I’m Blaire! My name is Blaire!” The teen witch blurted out, stuttering as she tried to explain herself. “We found a spell, me and my friends, we just wanted to scare some people at school who bully us every day! We got tired of it, we just… They were supposed to see how powerful we are and leave us alone! You ended up here by mistake, she had to obey me and let you go…!”

“Only a heavily inexperienced witch would make such mistake…” Vergil sighed, pointing at the demons in front of them. “She is a species condemned to forgetfulness, dangerous even to her own kind. Not a succubus, but still alluring and deadly: they prey on their victims’ minds to use their worst nightmares to break and kill them. Suffering only makes them more powerful. A weak arcane thing like you would never be able to control such a demon. You better pray she doesn’t decide to use all my memories.”

Before Blaire could say anything else, the girl screamed instead: Vergil triggered in an explosion of blue light, running towards the demons even faster than before – slaying them relentlessly in his own demon form.

Blaire protected herself behind a tombstone, watching it all in awe: she would have never guessed he was a demon himself, even though she was scared by him before. Watching you summon your swords for a little protection, she couldn’t stop thinking you were a powerful witch – wishing, someday, she could be just like you.

“Die, scum!” Vergil’s distorted voice echoed in front of you, making you sigh in relief.

You had been running for quite a while, completely out of breath. Summoning swords required a lot of energy and doing both could leave one completely exhausted.

“Thank you, love.” As soon as he felt your hand brushing on his arm, Vergil was able to come back to his human form – the rage in his heart calming slightly. It didn’t last long, though: soon Vergil was back to fighting and you had only a few moments to rest until a demon tried to approach you from behind and take you by surprise. “Vergil isn’t the only one who can use his father’s sword.”

With those words, you decided to use whatever energy you had left to defend yourself. Concentrating it on your hands, you were soon holding a white Mirror Edge, something you could only summon once in your life – and it left you extremely tired after fighting with it for a few seconds.

But you wouldn’t give in. You would fight by his side until all your energies gave out if you had to – and that was something Vergil admired endlessly in your soul. With all your differences and similarities, your will matched his own.

“I guess it’s time to make your heart bleed a little more.” The demon’s distorted voice suddenly started to change, as the scenery around you morphed into a place of darkness and desolation.

No one knew of that place, not even you. Feeling your feet sticking in the blood red ground, you kept fighting with whatever strength you had left, realizing the demons now resembled Angelos.

“Vergil! Don’t let her get hurt!” You screamed as soon as you saw Blaire being attacked by two demons much stronger than her.

He would never argue with you regarding protecting another soul. Vergil immediately ran by Blaire’s side, killing the Angelos with one swift move.

“Where… Where are we?!” The girl was horrified. It seemed like a church – out of the deepest corners of Hell, covered in demon corpses and blood. Vergil knew very well where they were.

“Inside my worst nightmare.” It was the only thing he managed to murmur before slaying another demon who tried to grab her.

Until he heard you scream.

“Silence, little one. It is time.” And that voice. The voice he knew very well. The voice that echoed inside his head and made Vergil lose every single drop of free will he had in his life.

Turning around in shock, he saw something even worse than the traumatic memories engrained in his mind: Mundus held your suddenly fragile body, the Mirror Edge buried on the ground. You tried to set yourself free, but it was to no avail. The demons followed their master in a procession towards a broken cross – the cross where Vergil had once his soul broken and his coronation as Nelo Angelo.

“What are they doing…?” Blaire could only whisper, now hiding herself behind Vergil. She had no possibility of fighting against those demons, of stopping whatever they wanted to do to you.

That was what Vergil feared most – and he didn’t even know that prior to seeing the possibility of you suffering the same fate as his.

A fate not of your own making, not carved by your choices – but by his. A damnation from loving him so much.

Blaire screamed once again as Vergil triggered – but, this time, his wings spread in the sky like an angel of death ready to take on his enemies. There was nothing but the desire to kill, to end every single living thing in that godforsaken place until there were just the two of you standing – and you safely held in his embrace.

Vergil was in a frenzy, you could see that. Even if he was a lot more ruthless than his twin brother, it was very rare for him to be taken by his emotions like that. With the Yamato slashing through the procession of demons, Vergil got covered in blood – gracefully performing his dance of death among his enemies.

The Yamato crossed Mundus’ chest as he was about to nail your hands in the cross.

You fell on the ground, trying to breathe once more. Mundus’ stumbled back, slowly becoming the she-devil who taunted Vergil in his own nightmare. With her eyes widened, she tried to claw herself away from the slowly approaching blue devil covered in blood – terrified of those fiery blue eyes.

You loved his harshness – the she-devil looked at you for a while, unable to comprehend. That version of him didn’t scare you and she couldn’t understand how you could love him even like that.

“It was her… She was the one who did all this.” The demon tried, pointing at Blaire, who just stared at her in shock. “She is the one to blame!”

“You expect mercy?” Vergil’s distorted voice felt like the purest ice. “You have been inside my head. You know who I am. All I did. I do not believe in mercy.”

Watching the Yamato glistening one last time, the demon died in horror as she realized – he was indeed the son of Sparda. Vergil, the one enslaved by Mundus’, the Dark Slayer who broke free from Hell with his body crumbling and nothing but the will to live. There was no mercy. If there was, he wouldn’t have survived for so long.

Her head rolled on the floor until stopping at Blaire’s feet. The girl screamed once more, before looking back at the demon who now approached her, menacingly.

“It was a mistake! You shouldn’t listen to her! I can get you out of here…!”

“It was a binding spell. I know how to reverse it.” There was no space left for warmth in his voice – no heart left inside Vergil. He was taken by his demon and the frenzy to desperately protect you from living the same thing he did. “We do not need you. This was your doing – it is time to face the consequences.”

Blaire walked back, fear taking ahold of her heart. She never thought a simple spell, that looked like they would have everything under control, could be the cause of her death – and such a horrible kind of death.

Before Vergil could continue, though, he suddenly felt soft hands on his wrist – the one with the hand holding Yamato. Stopping on his tracks and slowly looking back, he found you – bloody, bruised, scraped, but with a gentle smile on your lips. You slowly caressed his harsh skin, moving one of your hands up his arm to turn him around to you.

“Love… I’m alright. There’s no need for this.” Your voice was kind and Blaire just stared with her heart on her hands. Just like the demon before, she couldn’t wrap her mind around how you seemed to not be scared and even call him love. “She is just a child. Bullied, tired, making mistakes. Just like I did… And just like you did. It’s over, I’m alright. She’s a child, Vergil. You can stop now.”

You remained like that for a while, with Vergil just breathing harshly through his teeth. After a few moments, you caressed his face, pulling him to a kiss – and, before your lips could land on his fangs, your Vergil was back, and his soft lips kissed yours back. You remained with eyes closed, as you stroked his now soft cheek, his forehead resting on yours. You could feel him slowly relaxing under your fingers, his breath coming back to normal.

“I was afraid to lose you.” He suddenly whispered; voice coarse. “That I would not have enough power to protect you.”

“But you do, love. You are the most powerful being I’ve ever met.” You whispered back, a half-smile in your lips. “King of Hell.”

And Blaire suddenly froze up. Did she just almost kill the love of the life of the King of Hell himself? Despair took her over and she questioned every action she took since the day she found that freaking spell with her friends.

“Then you are part of royalty as well.” His answer was quick and silent, wrapped with a kiss on your forehead. Turning back to Blaire, the girl was more than ready to beg Vergil for mercy – even if he had said before he did not know mercy. “Where is the binding spell?”

With trembling hands, she gave it to Vergil – who left you for a while to undo the spell. You sat on a tall tombstone, right by Blaire’s side and the girl seemed frozen – obviously scared of both of you.

“Hey. I know he can be a little intense.” You tried to start a conversation, making her terrified eyes turn to you. “But there is a human heart beating in his chest. Vergil’s been through a lot and when he, or someone he loves, is in danger, he tends to go berserk.”

“He… Is the King of Hell…?” As she chose her words carefully you laughed it off. Somehow, that managed to relax her – even if just a little.

“It’s an inside joke. For a while, yes.” You shrugged, watching your lovely blue devil working his arcane arts, ignoring how Blaire stared at you with widened eyes. “Indeed, the most powerful being I’ve ever met.”

“You…” The girl almost whispered, admiring how your eyes stared at Vergil with care and longing. She couldn’t understand it: there was so much love inside of you for him, even though he seemed ruthless and without mercy. She always played tough alongside her friends, saying how badass it would be to date a demon, but seeing it for real for the first time made her speechless. “You really love him.”

“I do.” You sighed back, completely hopeless. With a little smile on your lips, you smartly stared back at her. “I know it seems like it makes no sense. But I can see the human he is under all that armor of harshness… And honestly, between you and me, he just wants to be loved back. Not having that terrifies him more than fighting the most powerful demons of Hell.”

You winked back at Blaire, making the girl smile. The box in Vergil’s hands started to glow and he finally looked back at you – it was time to go back home.

“Let me remind you it was your wicked idea to have me scare a group of teenagers.”

Vergil was a little done with haunted houses that night – and you couldn’t really blame him. After all that happened, you met Blaire’s friends and had the brilliant idea of asking the Dark Slayer to play a trick on their bullies – with Vergil half-triggered, he scared the kids until the witches pretended to exorcise him out of his demon.

It worked. Nothing you would have believed, but it was effective. The teens seemed to believe in the power of the group of witches and were positively scared of them – probably respecting the girls so they would never be bullied again.

The rest of the night, though, Vergil simply walked around the haunted houses as if nothing could shake him. It took him just a few seconds to cross an entire attraction – while the rest of the crew got scared, laughed and enjoyed the moment.

Only a few things could scare him more than what happened at that cemetery – therefore, Vergil was as expressive as a white wall.

“Oh, c’mon. I bet you loved the idea as well, my dear necromancer.” You had your arm entangled with his, walking casually near the exit of one of the haunts.

Of course, Vergil just strode through it and you followed, apologizing to the performers and assuring them they were indeed scary. So, there you were, killing time together while the crew was still crossing it.

“It was a smart one, I will not deny it.” Vergil had a little smile hidden in his lips, acquiescing with his head. He never ceased to act as if he was born in another time. “I wanted to ask you something, love. That… Vision. In the house, together… Was it conjunct or did you see something else?”

“I saw myself in your family’s house, with you. Brewing tea and making toast during a lazy morning.” You smiled back, remembering how warm you felt in his arms. How vulnerable Vergil was. “I dare to say it was conjunct.”

“Hmmm…”

It seemed like Vergil would say something else, but there were no words following his hum. You waited a little bit, remembering how he asked you not to let go but simply accepted his fate when he realized only him was doomed to Hell.

“You thought you were dead, right…?”

And if there was something Vergil admired endlessly in you was your direct words, never going around subjects like a dance before actually asking what you wanted to. He needed that kind of honesty, that kind of objectiveness. After years dealing with demons and unnatural creatures, Vergil came to get used to their ways of speaking through half-words, but not the ways of humans – your clear words were more than welcome to him.

“Hmmm.” Once again, he only hummed, but slightly nodded in confirmation. Vergil didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to live with you and that he was unsatisfied, but he did long for peace – a kind of peace he thought he would only achieve in death. “But I was delighted to think you would be in my eternal rest with me.”

“Hmmm.” It was your turn to hum just like him, caressing Vergil’s arm with your free hand. “I was delighted to have you by my side as well. It wouldn’t be paradise to me if you weren’t in it.”

Vergil’s lips curved up in a slight smile, while he tried to hide how those words took the breath out of his chest. To think he would be part of someone’s paradise… Vergil never thought of himself as someone so important. As someone deserving of something more than hatred.

Stopping with you in the middle of the park, Vergil put both of his hands inside his pockets, having you face him with intrigued eyes. He had his nose slightly up in the sky, with that convinced tinge on his lips you loved so much.

“Trick or treat.”

You smiled back, narrowing your eyes a little bit. That was odd – Vergil never seemed to enjoy trick or treating before, even if Dante said they were enthusiastic about it as kids.

His eyes encouraged you, though. After some seconds, you tapped one of his arms, expecting him to take something out of his pockets.

But then, Vergil leaned down and kissed you.

“You are my peace.”

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfiction #devil may halloween #devil may cry imagine #dmc imagine #dmc vergil #vergil sparda #vergil x reader #vergil x you #I'll say that little you are my peace made me smile like a fool after writing #Vergil may play it tough #but he's a goof with his s/o sometimes #and no one can change my mind #well happy belated halloween devil hunters!!

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Miraculous Fic: Reassurances

I wanted to do a little something in honor of @ladrienjune since it's going on, but my brain is also still kinda stuck on my BFF Swap + Reverse Crush AU. So, here's something that IS by definition Ladrien, but the dynamic's a bit different because, well, reverse lovesquare.

Anyhow, enough of me. Please enjoy the story!

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Summary: Adrien wasn’t expecting to find Ladybug outside his house looking for all the world like she’d been carrying the world on her shoulders and somehow dropped it.

Notes: AU Season 1, Best Friend Swap + Reverse Lovesquare

Dialogue Prompt – "It's nothing, I'm just tired." Ladrien June Prompt – 5. Just Friends

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Adrien was pacing around his room as he talked on the phone with his best friend. (His best friend! He was still growing used to the idea, even though Alya often pointed out that they’d already been friends even before going to school together.) His constant movement had more to do with excess energy than any sort of discontent.

The blond was just walking across the cushions of his sofa when movement outside his windows caught his attention. It was hard to see in the dark with his ordinary human vision, and it went by quickly, but Adrien could have sworn he had just seen…

No. They’d just fought an akuma earlier that day, surely there wasn’t another one already? If there was, Alya probably would have been one of the first to know – she kept track of such things – and definitely would have said something rather than continuing her thorough breakdown of the latest battle fought by the United Heroez. But why else would Ladybug be out at this hour?

“Alya, I’ll have to call you back,” Adrien interrupted.

“What? No,” Alya protested. “I was just getting to the best part!”

“I know, but later, okay? I’ve got to do something real quick.”

“Fine, but if you don’t call back soon, I can’t promise I won’t spam you with text messages.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

Disconnecting the call, Adrien slid the phone into his pocket before bounding over to his windows, trying to see if he could spot (ha!) Ladybug in the darkness. “Plagg, did you see anything?”

The teen turned around when the kwami gave no response. Plagg was sprawled on his back on the bed, in a cheese coma, no doubt. Repressing a sigh, Adrien jogged over to grab the sleepy kwami and slip him into a pocket.

Poking his head out his bedroom door, he glanced both ways before stepping out into the hall. It wouldn’t do for Nathalie or his father to see him sneaking outside the house late at night, even if he wasn’t planning on going far. (Nevermind that he did so all the time as Chat Noir. This situation was different.)

Adrien looked around as he quietly exited through a side door. Whatever he thought he’d seen had appeared to be moving in this direction. Who was he kidding, though? Even if he had seen Ladybug and she had gone by his house, why would she still be nearby? He would have had better luck finding whatever or whoever it was as Chat Noir.

Just as he was about to give up the search and head back inside, he heard a muffled sound from the other side of the wall. Hurrying over to the nearest gate, he took a moment to disable the security on it. Honestly, his father needed to be a little less predictable with his security codes. Adrien then stepped out onto the sidewalk, moving cautiously towards where he thought he heard the sound.

There! Tucked between a shrub and a burnt out streetlight, back against the stone wall and knees folded against her chest was Ladybug, spots only just discernible in the darkness. She seemed so… small, just then. Adrien wasn’t sure what exactly he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t to find his partner outside his house looking for all the world like she’d been carrying the world on her shoulders and somehow dropped it.

“Ladybug?” Adrien said softly.

The girl startled, eyes wide with alarm as she looked up at him, before relaxing again a moment later. “Oh, um, hi,” she responded, false cheer in her tone, her hands raising to swipe quickly beneath both eyes before resting atop her knees. “It’s Adrien, right? Shouldn’t you be at home?”

“You’re outside my house.” Adrien gestured to the structure behind her.

“Your house?” Ladybug echoed, turning her head as though to look and getting a face full of shrubbery for her trouble. (Adrien resisted the urge to laugh at the adorable look of consternation that passed over her features.) She raised to her feet and moved away from the wall to actually get a glimpse of the so-called ‘house’ in question. “Gosh, I’m sorry. I guess I must not have been paying attention to where I was going. I didn’t mean to disturb anyone.”

“No, you aren’t bothering me or anything. I just thought I saw something go past my window and came to investigate,” he assured her.

Her blue eyes turned back to him and even in the muted light of the moon, even behind her mask, they appeared red-rimmed and puffy. Like she’d been crying. The idea made Adrien’s stomach churn uncomfortably.

“If you’re sure…” said Ladybug.

“Absolutely.”

It was interesting talking to her this way, as Adrien. She always seemed so flustered around him when he was Chat. He always wished she could just talk to him the way he saw her talk to other people. He still wasn’t sure what he’d done to make her so uncomfortable around him and the times he’d tried to ask only seemed to make it worse.

“Well, I guess I should probably get going,” she announced. “You really should get back inside. It’s probably not very safe to be wandering around outside without shoes.”

Adrien glanced down to find that he was, in fact, only wearing socks. He looked back up quickly as she drew her yoyo from her hip. “No, wait!”

She blinked back at him in surprise. “Did you need something?”

“No! I mean, yes - that is,” Adrien silently berated himself as he tried to put his thoughts into coherent order. “I just… Are you okay?”

Because that was really the crux of the matter, wasn’t it? It was late at night and his partner, a girl he liked to think of as his friend, was alone and crying. And he couldn’t think of a reason why. Sure, the fight with the akuma had gone a little sideways at the start, but they had won, in the end. Everything had been fixed, hadn’t it?

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired,” she told him. She was wearing a camera-smile. Adrien could tell. He had a few of his own.

He was going to just leave it be. He should just leave it be. It wasn’t his business. Nonetheless, despite his intentions, he still blurted out, “You weren’t crying just now?”

Ladybug drew in a sharp breath, shooting him a stricken look. She looked ready to cry again and Adrien could just kick himself. Why did he have to open his big mouth? She could only just hold a conversation with his alter-ego; why would she want to talk to him as Adrien about whatever was upsetting her?

“I…” Ladybug began, expression crumpling and shoulders sagging in a way Adrien just hated to see in someone he already admired. “It’s just—”

She let out a hiccuping breath, visibly trying to fight it back only to have it be followed by another. A high-pitched sound of distress emerged then, her hand raising too slowly to properly muffle it. And then, much to Adrien’s own alarm, it was as though a dam had broken and the words and tears seemed to spill out of her.

“Everything went wrong today! At home and school, and – and then with the akuma, I made like a dozen different mistakes. I made a complete idiot of myself in front of my partner. Again. And my best friend is mad at me because I broke a promise and I can’t even explain why. It has been th-the worst day ever and now I’m just dumping all my problems on you and you don’t even know me. I must be the worst Ladybug tha—”

“Whoa – hey, I-I’m sure that’s not true!” Adrien cut in, his hands fluttering uselessly in the air between them. “You’re an awesome Ladybug! So awesome my best friend spends all her free time doing a blog about you! Have you seen it? It’s called the Ladyblog and if you haven’t visited it, you totally should! There’s a whole section just for people to leave notes to let you know how much they appreciate you and what you do. I mean, it’s for you and Chat Noir both, but you’re a team, right? Chat Noir couldn’t do what he does without you.”

His partner was staring at him again, the moonlight catching her features in a sort of melancholy relief. The sobs that had been wracking her slight frame had quieted, perhaps in surprise at his rather wordy and impassioned interjection, although tears still trickled down her face.

Hesitating just a moment, Adrien reached out to put a hand on Ladybug’s shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze when she didn’t flinch or pull away. “You had a bad day,” he told her, “that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person or that you aren’t good at what you do. Everyone has off days and everyone makes mistakes.

“You are a good Ladybug,” Adrien asserted, trying to put all of his certainty into the words, “Paris is lucky to have you.”

Ladybug let out another sob and for a split second Adrien was afraid he had said something wrong before she crashed against him, arms going around his waist as she buried her face in his chest. The boy returned the embrace, pressing his cheek against the top of her head and making reassuring noises the way Alya did when she comforted one of her sisters.

They stood there for a moment, Adrien rubbing a hand soothingly along Ladybug’s back. Part of him wanted to ask what she’d meant when she said she’d made an idiot of herself in front of him, but of course, Ladybug didn’t know he was also Chat Noir. He wished once more that she’d been less adamant about keeping their identities a secret. Maybe then there’d be some better way for him to help her. Maybe she wouldn’t be so flustered around Chat if she knew he was just Adrien beneath the mask. Nonetheless, it was obvious he’d have to do something to encourage her more the next time they were both in costume.

“Thanks,” Ladybug finally said, stepping away from him. Her hands brushed over her cheeks again and she was mostly back to the Ladybug the city had come to know. “And sorry for crying all over you.”

“It’s fine. I’m glad to help,” he told her.

She gifted him a smile – a real one, this time – and something about the expression seemed so familiar. “You’re sweet. Who would have known the boy whose face is all over Paris would be such a sweetheart?”

A blush rose to his face unbidden and Adrien scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, well, who’d think Ladybug would tease someone she just met?” he countered with a small grin. Her laughter rang through the air before she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, Adrien.”

“Anytime.”

She turned to leave again and Adrien reached out to put a hand on her arm to delay her departure.

“I mean it, Ladybug,” he told her. “Anytime you need a friend, you know where to find me.”

“I’ll remember that.” She smiled softly and then she was gone, leaving him alone on the sidewalk. As Adrien turned to go back inside, his phone in his pocket started to vibrate with a series of rapid-fire texts. Right on cue.

Pulling his phone out as he went back inside, Adrien hoped that Ladybug would be okay. He also hoped that one day, he’d be able to have a conversation with her as Chat Noir without feeling like he was stressing her out. (He would, but it wouldn’t be for some time yet.)

He nearly got caught heading back to his room. Alya had sent him a meme that made him burst out laughing.

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