#dmc x oc

[abyzou-abmmaron]

Dante x Reader

Fem!Reader.

For contest: Reader is a demon hunter

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Prompt: You had a huge crush on the boy, Nero, but after a broken heart when he confessed his love for Kyrie, you found yourself to be going out with Dante for drinks in a weird attempt to get the boy out of your head.

Warning: A bit of angst, SFW, body insecurity, age gap

[Reader is 20-25 and Dante is 42-47]

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There you were again, texting Nero, ‘listening’ to his thoughts and how he loves Kyrie, he is more than happy to share everything that made him fall for Kyrie. Everything you were not.

He can’t help it, it is not his fault. He doesn’t know about your feelings, for him you see him as he sees you and nothing more, he genuinely likes you, just not as you wish he did. If he knew everything he would make sure to treat you differently to avoid hurting you, yet you are not brave enough to tell him the truth, so you stick with the love advice and cry in your room.

It got to the point where Nico realized what happened, she was such a great friend, she could smell your depression and low self esteem from afar and quickly made a move to help you.

Living with Nero and her in her van wasn’t helping at all, it made it worse, you could see how happy the boy was and that killed you. Nico loved having you around but it was killing you. She took the opportunity (called “Nero is not here, you will talk about it!” inside her head) and walked towards you, grabbing the phone from your hands.

“Y/N, I will, politely, kick you out of my van for a while!” - She said

“W-what?! Why?? You know I am not doing good an-“

“No worries, sweetheart, we are going out, girls night, you need it. I honestly don’t know what you saw on that boy, he is annoyingly angry all the time”

“He’s not like this with her…”

“Oh girl, it is worse than I thought” - Nico grabbed you by the arm and managed to make you dress up, making sure you wore no makeup so you don’t have anything to ruin with tears.

You loved how Nico just genuinely got worried about you.

After a few minutes you two got out of the van, you were put together, well dressed, it even made you feel a little better.

Entering the famous “Drunken Sailor” bar you two don’t take long to grab some drinks and hear straight to the pool table.

“Hey! Look what we have here!” - You hear a familiar voice and turn around.

“Dante!!” Nico says and runs to give him a high five. “You came!”

“You invited him?” You said to Nico, giving him a wave.

“Oh come on, I live girls night” - Dante replied. “I heard you have a broken heart to heal, let’s drink everything this bar has.”

“You fucking told him?!” You say.

“Oh, y/n, don’t worry, I did not tell him it was because of Nero” Nico said

“NICO!! YOU JUST DID!!” You scream-whisper to your friend.

Dante burst out laughing.

“Nero? Oh y/n I thought you had better taste, what did you see in him” Dante grabbed a beer and took a sip after the sentence.

“Oh lord I feel so embarrassed right now” - You try to hide your shame behind your hands. Needless to say you failed.

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After a while, you three were sitting on a couch with a few empty cups on the table at the Devil May Cry, Nico was so wasted it didn’t take long for Dante to convince her to go take a nap upstairs.

It was 4 AM, you were drinking soda to stop the dizziness, Dante was on the couch, feet up on the table. He decided to break the silence.

“So… Y/N… You have a thing for Nero then. How come?”

“What do you mean?” He could hear the drunkenness from your voice.

“What made you feel like this? Nico mentioned how bad you were feeling, I kinda got worried about it, you are always so nice to everyone, you helped me a lot during missions.”

“Fuck Nero! Fuck him! Fuck this feelings! Fuck everything!” The alcohol made you a bit angry, but you did mean what you said. It’s been weeks that you were feeling bad, you just wish it could stop.

“Woah, where did this come from?” Dante laughed a bit.

“I don’t know, I’m just tired”

“Of what?”

“Of feeling like this, of always being the second option. Everyone I like doesn’t like me back, it’s been like this ever since I’ve been here.”

“Woah, I didn’t… I… I’m sorry, y/n'' Dante fixed his posture, now sitting with his elbows on his knees and facing you. “Look, you are gorgeous, funny, smart and a great friend, fuck even Vergil likes you, that man likes no one”.

“Tell him to drop his skincare routine if he really does” You say

Dante laughs.

“Oh man, see? You’re amazing y/n.”

“Thanks for the words, but I don’t believe you.” You get ready to get up when he grabs you by the arm.

“Hey hey hey, calm down kid, you are drunk, believing in what I said or not, I can’t let you walk home by yourself that way.”

“What? No. I am not going home, Nero’s there, I’m heading towards your fridge dummy.”

“Oh” He laughed and let you go. “Okay then.”

“I don’t want to see him for a while, or talk to him, but I have no better place to be or better stuff to do.” You said, grabbing a cup of water. “If I pay the rent, can I stay here?”

“You are drunk, we can discuss it after you sober up, Kid”

“Come on Dante” you are now heading towards the sofa again. “I can pay it.”

“I am sure you do, you are actually very responsible, but don’t make drunk deals, y/n”

“Dante, I am just tired, I want to make something about it, I can’t feel like this anymore I hate it.”

“Oh shit I am gonna regret this” Dante mumbled to himself while rubbing his hand on his face. “Sure you can stay for a while, until you manage to forget my dumb ass nephew.”

“Thanks, grandpa” You mocked him.

“Hey! I am not 50 yet!” He laughed.

“You want me to call you Daddy?” You did not realize the double meaning of what you just said, but Dante did.

“I might… be too old for you? That way??” Dante blushed and nervously laughed.

Just then you realized what you just said.

Blushing, you replied. “No, that was not what I meant. I was jus-“

“It’s okay, I am too much of a dirty mind”

“Wow, I got rejected again, even though I wasn’t really flirting” The alcohol and the low self esteem made you feel bad again, the situation wasn’t that deep, yet you couldn’t stop feeling this bad about yourself.

Dante felt bad for taking this the way he did, now he feels stupid.

“That was not what I meant, I was also joking… I just… You just took me off guard, that is all. I’m sorry y/n”

“Hm” You replied. It did not matter what he said, you were feeling too bad about yourself to care.

“Y/n, I mean it, I wasn’t trying to make you feel rejected”

“Yeah. I don’t know Dante. I feel like an unattractive blob right now”

Dante stood up right in front of you, putting both his hands at both your cheeks in an awkward way, making you look at him.

“Fuck I am going to regret this, but, listen kid, you are attractive as fuck! I wish I could kiss you since I’ve met you. But you are friends with my nephew, that would be awkward as hell. That boy is a pussy, ever since I realized the way you looked at him I got angry, like, what did he do to steal the attention of such a woman? It makes me feel bad that you feel so disgusted about yourself, you shouldn’t base how worthy you are based on how men want you. Yet, here I am, saying that I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“You are lying” Tears begin to form in your eyes “You are trying to make me feel better”

“I do am making you feel better, but don’t call me liar, y/n”

“I do not believe in y…”

“Can I kiss you then?”

“W-what?” You were confused and scared.

“Come on, can I? I understand if you don’t wa-“

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him for a kiss, it was your first, and he could tell by how nervous you were and how awkward it was.

That made it even better for him.

You could feel his smile and it made you stop.

“No~ Why would you stop? That was so good” His voice melted. “Can we do it again?”

“Y-yeah, we… we can”

That night you realized that Nero really wasn’t that big of a deal, but holy shit how good it was with Dante.

“We can watch a movie if you want to too.” Dante said.

“Let’s stick with the kissing please, for now, Dante.”

“If you insist”

#dmc devil may cry #fanfic #dmc x reader #dante x you #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #fluff #dmc fluff #dmc x oc

[katunei999]

Sleeping Headcanons:

*cuddly sleepers *both struggled to adjust at first but got used to it *a lot of messy hair/hair in mouth situations *Dante literally can't fall asleep quickly without her *He's too used to hearing her heartbeat and the silence without her makes him itch *He swirls little patterns on her skin, which Olive is weak for

*Olive hates the cold and Dante is like a live-in heater *She will snuggle like her life depends on it *When she sleeps alone, she tends to fall out the bed *she sometimes traces familiar scars on his body like she remembers them better than he does, and feels comforted because he's so familiar to her *Feeling the rise and fall of his chest is very soothing to her, she focuses on that when she's anxious and it helps

#dante dmc #dante sparda #olive #oc #dante x olive #dante x oc #dmc x oc

[massiveangelflower]

Izzy's dysfunctional family values:

Izzy in her vampire form:

Izzy: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

Dante: Awwww, you're so adorable! Give her a hug~

Izzy: Wh- What? NO, YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Nero, recording: This is so cute.

Izzy: You bought a taco?

Nero: Yes.

Izzy: From the same truck that hit Dante?!

Nero, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help him.

Izzy: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Dante : I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Nero: I got distracted about halfway through.

Virgil : Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Izzy: Dante, I'm sad.

Dante : * Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay.

Nero: Virgil, I'm sad.

Virgil , nodding: mood.

Nero questioning Izzy:

Izzy: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

Izzy: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Dante : An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Nero: A realist sees a freight train.

Virgil : The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

Izzy: *Screams*

Dante : * Screams louder to assert dominance*

Nero: Should we do something?!

Virgil , observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

Izzy: Croissants: dropped

Dante : Road: works ahead

Trish: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Nero: Shavacado: fre

Lady : Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Virgil:

Virgil, grumpy: I didn't understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Izzy: We're kind of missing something guys.

Lady: Cohesion?

Nero: Teamwork?

Dante : A general sense of what we're doing?

Virgil : And Trish is not here.

Lady: Oh, and that, yeah.

Dante : Can I bother you for a second?

Izzy : You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Izzy : I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Dante : It's not a joke.

Dante : * sniffles *

Dante : I'm a legit snack.

Izzy : Okay, truth or dare?

Dante : Truth

Izzy : How many hours have you slept this week?

Dante :

Dante : ...Dare

Izzy : Go to bed.

Dante : I don't like this game.

Izzy : You're giving me a sticker?

Dante : Not just a sticker.That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me- wow!”

Izzy : I'm not a preschooler.

Dante : Fine, I'll take it back

Izzy : I earned this, back off!

Izzy : Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Dante : Oh, I'm always running

Dante : The question is from what

Izzy : Look at the buns on that guy!

Nero : *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns*

Nico:: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

Izzy :: I'm not going back to jail!

Izzy : Well, has Nico been wrong before?

Nero : How wide are we willing to open this up?

Despite how crazy and dysfunctional they are izzy loves her family.

#dmc lady #dmc nero #dmc trish #dmc vergil #dmc dante #v dmc5 #oc #dmc nico #dhampir #incorrect quotes #dmc x reader #dmc x oc

[vinni-dragon]

Damn it’s WIP Wednesday and I’ve actually been alive to draw lately so...have TWO!! Sleepy Mel + 4Nero and a silly concept somewhere mid-transformation between Nero's DT and my HC of what his SDT would look like. I could/should post my Nero SDT concepts but uhhh..... shhhhhhh... (btw since there's blood/injury please someone let me know if I have tagged anything wrong/poorly and I will fix it immediately!!)

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc4 #dmc 4 nero #dmc oc #dmc fan art #dmc4 nero #dmc x oc #canon x oc #oc x canon #fan character #wip wednesday #digital art #clip studio paint pro #blood tw #blood #blood cw #wip #wip tag #sketch #injury #injury tw #injury cw

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Place for The Weary

So I have a lot of good pieces stuck in google docs file for me to write in whenever inspiration strucks or I want to read something I made. I don’t know where to go with most of these pieces of text but like hell I’ll let them stay in that file for another year. And since it’s Mental Health Month on Tumblr, I’ve picked three particular oneshots that fits the theme.

Take care of yourself wyrmlings and remember, it’s not a weakness to lean on somebody every once in a while.

Yours

 - Aldryrth (Al) The Chromatic Dragon

(art does not belong to me)

Warnings: angst, comfort

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Beatrice (OC)

Note:  This is written with an OC, I know this is not everyone’s thing but she’s a nice gal. I’m sure you’ll like her.

As Bea watched the two women running excitedly towards the tree, she started to walk in the same direction when she noticed Dante hadn't moved, watching the tree silently with the pensive expression. 

Before she could say anything, Dante started to walk slowly towards the entrance. She knew something was wrong, she saw Dante this serious only a few times over the long time they knew each other. Whatever was waiting for them behind this gate, it was bigger, much bigger than anything they normally faced. 

Before she realized what she was doing, she quietly reached for lapels on the back of his coat and gave them a soft tug. Dante stopped, heaving a tired sigh before he turned to her, eyes silently asking for a reason they were still standing here. Beatrice opened her mouth, mind scrambling for something to say but couldn’t come up with anything. What was she supposed to say? That it’s going to be fine, that she’s sorry that his life, their lives,  is such a marginal clusterfuck, that whatever it is, he can talk to her? All those things sounded either like a shortsighted foolishness or things that were already repeated in the past, only for both of them to know that one just doesn’t just start to resolve years of trauma, grief, physical and mental battle. And Beatrice learned the hard way that she cannot save everyone, cannot help everyone. Only thing she can do is offer her strength and support. And that’s exactly what she did.

“Whatever it is behind this gate, we get through this together. You don’t have to handle everything by yourself. I know you can, but... you don’t have to.”

She put an arm on his shoulder, felt his warmth even through the thick, worn down leather of his coat, and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Dante stared at her for a while, his expression unreadable. She started to worry she might have offended him somehow, or what’s more common, stuffed her nose in things that don't concern her, thinking she’s being helpful.

The last thing she expected was for Dante to envelop her in a tight embrace. He moved so fast, Bea hadn't fully processed what was happening until his strong arms squeezed her, almost painfully. She hasn't felt any warmth or good-natured humor from his stance, only a silent and sad need for comfort. Before she could react the moment was over. Dante untangled himself from her and immediately marched towards the Urizen tree.

Beatrice didn’t like the flash of determined but pained look on his face. It was the look she knew almost too well. 

It was the look of a person who is about to commit atrocity in the name of duty.

“Dammit, Vergil, did you see the size of that thing?!” Beatrice turned to him excitedly, wildly gesticulating with her hands.

Vergil watched her with barely contained amusement, already used to her antics.

“You were so amazing!” She beamed at this and wrapped her arms around him in the heat of a moment, squeezing him tightly.

Vergil froze. He couldn’t remember when he’s been held like this, touched without murderous intention. For those brief seconds he couldn’t bring himself to react, to push her away, stab her, scold her or, lord forbid, return the embrace.

Beatrice loosened her arm around him when she noticed how stiff he was. “Verge? Are you alright? You know I’m not gonna hurt you, so no need to stab me.” She tried to joke her way out of it, but when Vergil kept silent she slowly, as if not to alert him, started to let go.

“It’s not that.” He blurted, his mind scrambling for words, he didn’t know why he bothered to explain himself, but there was something about her, something that allowed him to let his guard down just a little bit.

“It’s just that...it has been a long time since I...I’ve been touched in this...casual manner.” Vergil cleared his throat, hoping she didn’t notice the slight tremor in his voice.

Wishful thinking, she looked at him with sympathetic eyes, eyebrows scrunched with pity and Vergil wished to be anywhere but there. He didn’t want her sympathy nor anyone else's. He doesn’t need her, doesn’t…

“Oh, Vergil…” She whispered and enveloped him in her arms again.

For a while, they just stood there. Beatrice hugging him tenderly and him awkwardly staring at her shoulder. Vergil felt her warmth, smelled the sweet scent of her hair, despite both of them being covered in grime and demon gore, and her arms, still as strong in their hold as before, as if she’s willing to just stand in this dark, grimm void as the time passed around them for all eternity, until she was certain he had enough of her warmth. 

Beatrice didn’t hear him pull yamato out of its sheath, which was a good sign, but she also didn’t feel him move or say anything which...she didn’t know how to decipher. Vergil was bloody hard to talk to, she still couldn’t believe that he consented for them to travel together. Maybe he really doesn’t like to be touched. Not everyone is so starved for affection and protection as she is…

Is what she thought until she felt Vergil slowly pressing his forehead to her shoulder. The arm is still holding the yamato, placing itself on her waist. Beatrice smiled to herself as the blue devil little by little pressed himself closer, closer still until they were both squeezing the grief and loneliness out of each other.

And for the first time in her life, Beatrice felt the alien feeling of content settle in her heart.

“That bastard called me a deadweight!!!” An angry roar echoed around piles of rubble. Nero paced furiously from one side to the other. One hand clenching in a tight fist while the other one was running through his hair. Beatrice watched him quietly from the sideways hands folded on her chest. He needed a time to vent first before he was able to listen to anyones words, that much haven’t changed since his younger years. She understood why he was angry. It wasn’t just the words that got to him. Despite his words, Nero respected and admired Dante, even moreso than her, so being cast away like this was painful kick to the heart. Not to mention Nero’s sensitivity to rejection, something he haven’t got rid off since his earlier years in orphanage. Damn you, Dante. She knew why he did this. It was the same situation like all those years back with her. He wanted to push him away to protect him, to make Nero hate him so if something happened he wouldn’t blame himself. A shitty technique Dante used everytime someone got too close to him. It didn’t even solve anything for anyone, just made things worse. She learned that the hard way. It was only because she recognized Dante’s true intentions and then stubbornly refused to leave him, that the two of them stayed together for this long. The woman let out annoyed sigh. Dante was a mess when it came to his relatives, but what could one want from a man whose life was mostly marked by blood, steel and gunpowder. Nero wasn’t much better. The only reason why he was still stomping around here and not towards the demonic tree was because he knew she would drag him back until he’s calmed down. V’s eyes nervously danced from her to Nero. From the piece of concrete she sat him on, he looked worse then ever. Heavy, labored breaths raked his narrow ribcage and his entire body trembled. He looked like he was about to pass out. She knew they don’t have much time, but sending her devil-boy like this into fray would do more harm then good. V opened his mouth to speak, possibly to calm Nero, but Bice raised her hand in sign for him to be quiet and walked towards the agitated Sparda. Nero was still pacing angrily, his body language growing more aggresive by the second. When she finally caught up with him she caught the words like “dead to me” and “worthless piece of-”, she wasn’t sure if those words were adressed to him or Dante. Bice placed her hand on the boy’s arm when suddenly, a fist flew past her face. The only reason she didn’t get punched in the face was thanks to her quick reflexes. When Nero realized what he had done, a horror flashed in his eyes. “fuck, I-I didn’t mean to…” Nero took a step back, scared and lost, all the emotions laying bare on his face. Beatrice could see it all. “I…c-can’t do anything right!” Head bowed, both hands now clenched so furiously they were trembling and face scrunched in a pained grimace. Beatrice knew Nero was tried to process all of these overwhelming emotions by himself and was slowly losing the battle. “I’m so sorry.” “I’m so…so sorry!” All the turnmoil in his face accumulated in his eyes as they started dangerously glisten. A small involuntarily sob escaped him and Nero buried his face in his hands shame and anger. Curled up like this, he looked just like that little boy clinging to her shirt when the kids in school called him a freak, when Fortuna Defense Forces repeatedly rejected his application or when Credo died. He put on a brave face for everybody, but once he was alone… Nero felt gentle but firm hands clasping his wrists away from his face. He still kept his head down though, too ashamed to show Beatrice, of all people, just how weak he was. But she didn’t let him, she never allowed sadness to cloud his mind and helplessness to weigh on his back. She lifted his head by the finger under his chin and looked in his face. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open, too embarassed to look her in the eyes. He was met with warm golden gaze of his guardian. No judgement in  them, never in those eyes. Her hands framed his face, thumbs wiping away few stray tears that escaped his eyes. At that moment, Nero felt like those palms are the only things that hold him together. “Feeling sad, lonely or frustrated doesn’t make you weak.” He stared at Bice as she gave him a gentle smile. “It makes you human.” Nero let her arms wrap around as his face buried in her collarbone. As he listened to her steady heartbeat, he felt the strong pair of arms squeezed him strongly, as if trying to wring out the stress out of him. As they stood there together, a pair of intense green eyes watched them curiously. There was something about this woman that felt familiar, it burned in the back of his mind but as soon as he tried to chase the memory, it disappeared. A human, hm?

#devil may cry dante #devil may cry vergil #devil may cry nero #angst #hurt/comfort #hugzz #oh boy do they need them #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry oc #oh god should I post that? #was it good idea? #Al is still self-conscious over their writing #dante x oc #vergil x oc #nero x oc #platonic #dmc x oc

[actuallysaiyan]

The Girl Who Came To Stay; Chapter Three: Tulips

Author: @actuallysaiyan Word Count: 3,089 Summary: With Dante under Mina's trance, he makes a move on the unsuspecting Briar. After an eventful first kiss, Briar and Dante find the small cabin that Mina was staying in. They both realize just what a life she had, and it makes them reconsider hunting her. Still, they need to find her and Vergil, so they decide to ultimately come together to find the pair...and boy, do they come together. Warnings: Dante x Briar(OC), mentions of drugs, smoking, drinking, kissing, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(fem receiving) Author’s Note: Briar's drug habit had meant to be something more in this story, but it fell to the wayside when we continued writing the story. You can still observe her self-destructive behavior as the chapters keep going though.

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Briar continues trekking into the forest, not really sure what to expect now. She wonders if either Vergil or Dante have come into contact with the devil. The scent of leather had been so strong earlier, but now it seems to have dissipated. She takes a moment to check out her surroundings, making sure that there are no animals coming for her this time. Before she even has time to make a move, she sees Dante coming from the opposite direction. 

“Did you get her?” Briar asks, hands on her hips. Dante doesn’t even seem to register what she just said. He’s getting closer and closer, and once he gets face to face with her, he’s pushing her up against a tree.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He shuts her up with a heated kiss, making her breathless within moments.

She knows she should push him off of her, but it feels so good to have his lips pressed against hers. His tongue swipes against her bottom lip, making her feel like she’s floating. He’s so much older than her and he’s so incredibly gorgeous, there’s no way this is actually happening right now. When their tongues roll against one another, Briar lets out a quiet moan. Through her lust filled haze, she manages to push him off of her.

“What the hell, Dante? You can’t just kiss me like that.” Her lips are still tingling and her heart is pounding in her chest.

“You smell so good.” Dante groans as he pushes her back up against the tree. Briar doesn’t have much willpower to push him off again.

His lips kiss a wet trail from her lips to her neck. When he nips at the tender flesh, she feels a wave of arousal wash over her. He’s warm and his aftershave smells incredible. It’s almost intoxicating. His hands slide up her waist, going straight to her tits. He squeezes them, earning a whimper from her.

“Fuck, wait…” Briar breathes out between wet kisses. Dante isn’t paying attention to anything she’s saying. He’s about to tear open her shirt when she notices how his eyes are glowing. She pushes him off of her, and she walks away from him.

Anger builds up within her. She had told him to be careful. The devil was going to probably use any means necessary to seduce him, and it’s no surprise that the devil chose to make Dante feel this way. Briar wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and she spits on the ground. A feeling of guilt fills her up. He wasn’t even acting on his own free will. There’s a moment before he seems to start snapping out of his trance.

“Good going, Romeo. You blew it.” Briar scolds, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dante looks at her, and he sees just how puffy and red her lips are. There’s a bit of lipstick smeared on her face, and when he wipes his own mouth, he notices that there are the same traces of lipstick on his knuckles. So, he had been seduced by the devil. It’s not a big deal, he’ll just play it cool.

“Come on, baby. You can’t tell me you didn’t like that.” He prays that she can’t hear his words wavering a little.

Briar’s cheeks heat up, “Shut up. You still fucked up.” She begins walking in the direction of where Vergil had last been seen going.

Dante is quick to follow her, his heart racing. He can’t stop thinking about how good she smells and how she felt so good under him. She’s not a tiny woman by any means, but he still can tower over her. Though he’s only known her for so long, he has come to find some sort of attachment to her. 

Briar is angry, not really sure how to deal with such a barrage of emotions. She walks a little faster so she doesn’t have to be so close to him. The smell of him still lingers in the air and on her clothes, and she absolutely hates just how dizzy it’s making her. She has to take a moment to squeeze her thighs at one point, making note of just how wet she got from only those kisses. She can’t even look at him now. She’s mortified to know just how much all of this has had an effect on her.

‘It’s only because of the devil. That’s the only reason why I can be feeling this way. I don’t even know him.’

They happen upon a cabin in the woods, and Dante frowns at the sight of it. Briar looks around the small area, and she realizes just how sad this is. It’s a tiny little place, barely a place to call home at all.

“He really had her live in this small shit shack?” Briar asks in disbelief. She runs a hand through her hair, pulling it from her eyes.

“I knew that guy looked like an asshole, but this is just beyond unfair.”

Briar looks up at Dante, “I agree. I can’t say everything in life has been easy, but I can’t imagine living my life in a place like this.”

They both walk closer to the cabin, opening the door cautiously and peering inside. It’s even worse inside. Dante grumbles something under his breath, and they are both just appalled at how depressing all of this is.

“I wonder what could have caused her to be driven away into the forest like this.” Briar ponders, walking further into the room. She’s inspecting the things left behind. It’s not much, but just a few things needed to live a life here. An old dish towel, a rusted cauldron that’s left in the hearth, and a worn-out broom. Other things of the same nature rest in their spots, left unattended in a rush.

“Why did he just let everyone believe she had been killed by the devil? And since he did let everyone believe that, why didn’t he just leave with her?” Dante frowns at the thought of this man leaving his only daughter to rot in this forest.

“Cause guys like that don’t care. People don’t care, at all. That’s just the way it is. You can’t spend your whole life wondering if you could have done something for these people because they never change.” Briar finally manages to spit out, a little surprised by her own rantings.

She looks down at her feet, sighing angrily. She’s not going to get the money for this job. How could she even go after such a sad person? As much as she’s upset with the farmer, killing him wasn’t going to do any good. She feels so dissatisfied with the experience. Another loss, another day’s pay gone down the drain. She’s a hypocrite to tell Dante not to feel anything for this girl. Briar almost feels personally responsible for how this ordeal ended.

“We should look for Vergil.” Briar finally declares. Dante looks over at her, and he’s conflicted with himself right now.

She exits the cabin, not looking back to see if he was following her. She doesn’t even need to stay with him or even look for Vergil at all. She can leave them both here if she wants to. That would give her time to try and score another job. Or to get home and try to get some much-needed rest.

A wave of nausea washes over her, and she’s clutching her stomach. She feels the world wobbling all around her. In that one moment, there’s a great shame. Briar would do anything to make sure that Dante never figures out about her little addiction. He doesn’t need to know about it. But if she doesn’t get another hit soon, she’s going to lose her cool.

“Look, you go on ahead. I’m going to wait here in case they get back.” She lies, but he can see the forced smile on her face. He knows she’s being dishonest, but he’s not sure why she would be.

“Fine. I’m going to go look for him.” 

When he’s out of sight, she ducks into the tiny cabin. It’s colder here now, but she feels a layer of sweat on her skin. Quickly, she digs into one of the pockets of her jacket and she pulls out a small vial. With one last glance at the closed door, she brings the substance to her nose and inhales. The reaction is so sudden and intense, she needs a moment before she can get to her feet. She stays sitting on the ground for a good ten minutes before she finally stands up.

She finds Dante quickly, and he seems upset about something. But when he turns to look at her, their eyes lock in a sensual gaze. Briar looks away shyly, not really sure how to feel about this. It makes her squeeze her thighs together again, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her.

“I think he left with her.” Dante says. Briar walks over to him, her hand bumping up against his. 

“What makes you say that?” Briar inquires, pulling her hand away. Once more, she’s looking away, not being able to meet his gaze. 

“I just can’t sense him. He’s not here and it doesn’t seem like she’s here either.”

Briar throws her hands up in the air and lets out a loud string of curses. “You’ve got to be kidding me? Well, you know what? He’s not going to get paid for this either. None of us are, because we technically haven’t taken care of the problem.”

Dante smirks, “You’re too wound up. Come on, let’s get some drinks and we can talk about this.”

When they get back to the city, Briar drives them back to her apartment. It’s a small place, but it’s littered in all kinds of old movie posters and concert memorabilia. Dante’s impressed with the decor, he spends a lot of time checking out the old movie props.

“Look, I’m gonna take a shower. You sit tight.” Briar tells him, and she bites her lip suggestively. She can’t help flirting with him now. The whole way back to the city, they acted like friends who had known each other for so long. Though they mostly talked about what had happened(though avoiding talking about the kiss), they tried to come up with a plan to get to Vergil and the devil.

He made her laugh, which was cute. It made her heart skip a beat when she could make him laugh. She thinks about all of this as she washes herself in the shower. The water is scalding hot and the room is filled with steam. It lets her fantasize about how good it felt to be kissed by Dante today.

Once she’s all dried off and dressed and ready to go, she finds Dante in the living room. He smirks when he sees her, loving the way that tight little dress hugs her curves. She rolls her eyes at his reaction, but she is a little flattered. She knows she looks good, that’s why she dresses like this.

“Ready to go, Romeo? Or are you going to just kiss me again?” Briar taunts, and Dante is quick to get up from the couch. Her smirk falters when she realizes just how much taller he is than her. 

“Is that a threat? Cause I can make that a reality for you.” 

She turns from him, her cheeks a little pink. Already he’s got this effect on her. Briar ignores him and she grabs her boots from the closet. When she’s finally ready, that’s when she turns to face him. With the added height from the platforms, she’s easily almost as tall as him.

“Since you’re the one who got seduced, you need to buy the drinks.”

The walk to the bar isn’t long, and Dante finds himself charmed by this woman. She’s tough, sarcastic and has huge tits. How could he not be attracted to her? She’s literally everything he could ask for in a woman. The way she acts much too cool for him has him completely weak. He knows there’s a sweet person inside of her, he saw it today.

They both grab a drink from the bar and make their way to an unoccupied table. There’s a moment of silence as they sip their drinks. Briar feels a little nervous, so she pulls out her pack of cigarettes. Dante watches as she brings one to her lips and lights it up.

“You want one?” She offers him the pack, but he declines. “Yeah, I’ve tried to quit so many times.” She laughs a raspy laugh and feels a little more at ease. He can’t keep his eyes off of her.

Briar realizes what this means for them. She’s attracted to him, and he’s attracted to her. After what happened today, there’s no denying this attraction. They haven’t known each other for that long, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing if she slept with him. Though, she knows she runs the risk of being dissatisfied once more.

“Dante, I like you. I really want to fuck you, but I’ve just been burned in the past. No guy has ever been able to make me cum,” Briar finally admits.

Dante smirks, “Baby, you know I’m no ordinary man. I promise, I can make you feel really good.”

“We’ll just see about that.”

“Oh Dante! Oh fuck yes!” Briar cries out, clutching the sheets beneath her. She looks down at him between her thighs, lapping happily at her arousal. She’s almost lost count how many times she’s cum already.

“Didn’t I tell you, baby? I can make you feel good.” Dante says in a teasing tone. His warm tongue drags against her slit, circling her clit twice before pulling away. She’s begging for him to come back to her, but he just laughs.

“Already so addicted to me and I haven’t even fucked your sweet little pussy.” She groans at his words. How is he this cocky? Certainly, nobody can be this cocky. Her hips buck up, and he’s quick to hold her down.

His fingers come down to her tight hole, and he shivers when he feels just how tight and warm she is. He gathers some of her juices and uses it to coat his erect cock. She looks up at him from the bed, practically already fucked out.

“You’re so cute, baby. I knew you’d feel better once you let me make you cum.” 

She gasps when he pushes his cock into her. Her walls spasm around him, and he grunts. It’s a lot tighter than he was expecting. She’s clinging to him when he starts up a quick pace, and they kiss hungrily. When he pulls away, he looks deeply into her eyes. Her pupils are blown wide with adoration.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

Dante grabs her legs, pushing them closer to her chest. He’s so much deeper inside of her now, and she’s whimpering as he goes faster with his pace. Her hands come up to cup her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples. Dante leans in to kiss her again, and when he pulls away, he’s not surprised to feel her nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, you’re huge.” She moans, and he’s feeling smug about it. He thrusts into her harder, making her cry out.

Her nails rake down his back the faster he pumps into her, and all the dirty little things she wants to say to him turn into moans and pleas to cum. She feels so close to that sweet release already. Her back arches off the bed, but he’s got her pinned down pretty good at this point that she can’t move much. Her hands trail down his back to his ass, cupping it and digging her nails into the muscles there.

“Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” She whines, her walls clenching around him so tightly. He slams himself into her over and over, making her cum so hard.

Her vision cuts to static as the first wave washes over her, her whole body trembling as his name falls from her lips. Dante watches as she comes undone, just for him. He wanted to prove to her that he could make her cum, and he was quite successful with his attempt. He struggles to keep his breathing under control as her sweet little pussy milks him so good. He pulls out of her, holding his cock at the base. 

In a lust filled haze, Briar gets up on her knees on the bed and takes his cock into her hand. He groans when he feels her plump lips wrapping around the head. Her hands stroke the rest of his cock, making his hips rock in time with her movements. His hand tangles in her hair as his balls tighten. A few more strokes, and he’s spilling his seed down her throat with a string of curses falling from his lips.

She continues to suck on his cock well past his orgasm, making him whine and whimper. She pulls off of him, smirking at him when she sits back on her knees. Briar hates to admit it, but he’s the best lover she’s ever had. There’s no way she’ll actually say it outloud, but she’s happy she invited him back over to her place after they finished having their drinks at the bar.

He lays back on the bed, and she settles in next to him. Neither of them get any closer, but he has his hand on her, caressing her gently. She flashes him a genuine smile, and he can see just how happy she is. It makes him feel so proud. But he also feels his attachment to her growing, and while it is exciting, it’s a little frightening at the same time.

“Well, you were right.” Briar admits as she sits up, she digs around in her purse for her pack of smokes. She opens the window next to her bed and lights up the cigarette. 

“Of course I was right. I totally rocked your world, babe.” He looks up at her from the bed. 

She’s quick to ash out her smoke, missing the warmth she was getting from him. Once she’s back on the bed, she doesn’t hesitate to get a little closer to him. With her hand on his chest, she kisses him sweetly.

“Yeah. You did.”

#bacon.writes #dante x oc #vergil x oc #devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #dante devil may cry #vergil devil may cry #devil may cry x oc #dante x fem!oc #vergil x fem!oc #devil may cry dante #devil may cry vergil #dmc fanfiction #dmc x oc #dmc dante #dmc vergil #the girl who came to stay #lemon

[oc-heaven]

Dante x Mara Headcanons

TW: self-harm mentions, panic attacks, alcoholism, violence, major depression, and ptsd.

Dante met Mara a little after the events of DMC 3 when he was face down in the gutter and very drunk

Now Mara usually didn't bother with drunkards, but she could tell he wasn't fully human, there aren't many demon/human hybrids in the world and it caught her attention

Mara decided to drag him out of the gutter to question him, but Dante was too drunk to say much so Mara weighed her options before asking him where he lived

Leading her to his home Dante invites Mara in, knowing that she could easily kill a drunk half-demon and curious about this odd-looking building he called home Mara agrees

Inside, Dante goes straight to the kitchen and pukes in the sink before passing out

Now, usually, this would be the point Mara would leave, but she has a feeling that this drunk and frankly pathetic man was a descendant of Sparda

The next morning Dante wakes up and realizes he's on the couch and there is a stranger sitting at his desk

Dante groaned as he sat up, vaguely realizing he was on his couch instead of the kitchen floor, but his mind was pulled from that by the woman sitting at his desk. "Who the hell are you!?" He grabbed his guns and aimed them at the stranger.

"I'm the person who helped you home last night," She said, "I'm Mara, and you're a half-demon, correct?" Dante blinked, confused about how she knew he was part demon. "I'll take that as a yes."

"What makes you think that?"

"I'm half archangel, I can sense these things," Mara said as she sat back. Dante narrowed his eyes. He didn't know if he should believe her. On one hand, he remembered his father talking about heaven's hosts fighting alongside him, but on the other hand, she could be a demon who simply wanted to trick him. "You need proof don't you?"

"Maybe."

She sighed but stood up and moved to the middle of the room and in a flash of light she changed. What was in her place standing there definitely could be considered an archangel, but a demon would make sense as a description as well.

"I promise you I am no demon, but I do have things to do today so I will be going. And please take care of yourself, I have a feeling there would be demons perfectly happy to kill you while you're drunk." Mara said as she returned to her human form and left.

When Dante got up and went to his desk he found a note with Mara's number that told him to call the next time he felt like getting black-out drunk

As the week passed Dante would look at the note wondering why he had kept it, he didn't plan on ever calling the strange woman who had helped a random man drunk to his house even if he was that random drunk man

About a month passed before Dante found himself calling the number after a particularly bad panic attack

He didn't expect Mara to pick up and he had resolved that when she didn't he would get drunk and take a blade to his skin to hopefully distract himself

But, she did, he was surprised and honestly relieved

"Hello?" Holy shit. She actually picked up. Dante couldn't help but laugh. "Look, I'm not sure how you got this number but if you're going prank call someone, prank call a friend if you have any!" Mara snapped.

"No, wait! It's Dante, that drunk half-demon you helped home. You said I could call if I planned on getting black-out drunk, remember?" He said as he calmed down enough to stop laughing.

"Oh? Well, I'm glad you called. I thought you decided to ignore my offer." She said a softer tone to her voice. "How are you?" Dante didn't know how to answer. How was he? Suicidal? Angry? In a never-ending cycle of bad luck?

"Um, good?" Perfect lie!

"Need me to come over?"

"...Yes," Dante muttered.

"I'll be over as fast as I can fly, but I'll stay on the line." Dante was flabbergasted that she would bother with someone she didn't know. Even if he was a Son of Sparda he didn't get why she cared.

"No, it's fine... I can be alone for a bit." Honestly, he need a little time to think before she showed up. Thankfully, she complied and hung up with an 'I'll be right there'.

It really didn't take long for Mara to get to Devil May Cry. Dante was glad to see her. A fact that surprised him. She smiled at him and sat on his beat-up old couch.

The two didn't speak, Mara was going to wait for Dante to do so when he was comfortable. Dante could only watch her, he had so many things swirling in his mind, yet he also felt almost safe. It must be the fact she was like him. Only partially human, and a demon hunter. She was sure to know some of his pain.

"Thanks for comin'. I don't have any food and the tap is undrinkable. I'm broke too-" He was avoiding her gaze, and no doubt her judgment.

"Don't worry," Mara's voice was soft but firm, "I'm here to provide support, nothing else."

The rest of the day is spent pretty much in silence until it becomes clear Dante is hungry, so Mara orders two pizzas and soda

After eating they go back to the now-comfortable silence, Dante asked Mara to stay the night and she agreed

She sets up camp on the couch and in the morning she slips out to buy some bacon and eggs so she can make Dante a proper breakfast

When Dante woke up he was surprised to smell bacon, when he came down he was met with a smiling Mara wishing him good morning, and for the first time since losing Vergil Dante cries

That freaks Mara out so she rushes over to him and starts apologizing, to which Dante smiled and said he just hadn't had a proper breakfast since he was a kid

After breakfast, Mara cleans up and leaves as she has to open her flower shop leaving Dante to his thoughts

Dante and Mara meet up every now and then after this

One day Mara takes him back to her apartment that is above her flower shop where they eat and she mends his coat

Everything is fine for a while and Dante has been drinking in moderation until a job where he fails to save a mother while the woman's son watches

This triggers a panic attack, Dante goes to a bar where he drinks until he's kicked out

At this point, he is black-out drunk and has started cutting, somehow he ends up at Mara's apartment

She finds him passed out and covered in his own blood on her doorstep when she takes out the trash

Mara wakes him up and helps him inside where she disinfects and bandages his cuts, the whole time he is incoherent and highly distressed

Once Dante's wounds are taken care of Mara takes him to her room and tucks him in

"St-stay... please... I don't want to be alone right now..." Dante whispered. Mara paused in the doorway before walking back and sitting on the bed. Dante reached for her and pulled her into a vice grip. He was shaking as he buried his head in her chest and began to cry.

Mara began to softly hum as she ran her fingers through his hair. Dante's trembling lessened as she did this, and soon she lulled him to sleep. Leaving Mara in the sleeping man's grip, so she had no choice but to fall asleep.

The next morning, Dante woke up feeling awful, but something was wrong. This wasn't his bed, he could tell by the scent, and he was holding someone. Shit, what happened last night? He was relieved to see he was holding Mara rather than some stranger, but the bandages on his arms told him whatever had happened was not wholesome.

Carefully, he untangled himself from Mara, but as he got out of bed he had a head rush causing him to topple over waking her up.

"Are you okay?" She was by his side in seconds.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. Just kinda hungover..." Dante mumbled as Mara helped him up. "Hey, um, what happened last night? I remember going to the bar but that's about it."

"You were passed out on my doorstep. I found you there when I went to throw away my trash. You... you weren't in a good state..."

"Oh... sorry about that... I don't know why I didn't just go home..." Dante muttered. He felt awful for doing this to her. He didn't want her to see him like that. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want to see Mara distressed because of him.

"No, I'm glad you came to me. I think you knew you needed help, so you came to someone who would give some." Mara said as she gave him a soft smile. "Stay in bed and I'll get you something to eat and drink." She said, leading him back to her bed.

Dante doesn't see why Mara is so kind to him, but he is grateful for it, he also gets to look around Mara's room

He's surprised that it's a bit of a mess, with how put together Mara came across it surprised him that she was more of a mess than him

Dante basically falls in love with her bed as it was the softest thing he had ever felt, much better than the almost brick of a bed in his apartment, not to mention the soft scent of lavender that soothed his soul

When Mara came back she had some water, painkillers, and toast which Dante gobbled up faster than Mara could react

The painkillers were something Dante had never considered but they worked like a charm

After that Dante stayed at Mara's place the rest of the day at Mara's insistence until she was sure he was ready to be alone, and he was grateful to have someone to care about him like this again

When Dante was ready to go home Mara drove him back and they said their goodbyes promising to see each other more.

#oc #oc chat #jack chat #jacks ocs #dmc oc #oc ship #dante x mara #mara michaels #dmc x oc

[curiouslyattractivefishman]

PEOPLE WITH NERO’S MOM OCS I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE PEOPLE OF COLOR I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE LGBTQ I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE DEMONS I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE ANGELS I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE HUMANS I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS FIT THE LORE I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS DONT FIT THE LORE I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH VERGIL I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS HAVE A BAD RELATIONSHIP WITH VERGIL I LOVE YOU

PEOPLE WHO HAVE NERO’S MOMS OCS I LOVE YOU

YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO FIT THE LORE

YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO BE CANONICALLY ACCURATE

YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE BC THEYRE AWESOME AND I LOVE THEM NO MATTER WHAT

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[bweoo]

When I saw your oc Holly , I just imagine Holly defending herself from dante with a spray bottle filled with holy water and spraying him with it

lsdkjfalksdj It will take some time for her to realize that it has no effect on him, poor Holy </3

#my art #ask #oc holy #devil may cry #dmc dante #oc x canon

[liibrra]

Them. 🤧

Vergil & lady in red/Mera [Oc]

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[saturncodedstarlette]

Dante, with his arm behind his back, the other arm extends towards his beloved :

Dante, with his charming smirks : Care for a dance, my dear?

Y/N, stares in disbelief :

Y/N, laughs : We’re in the middle of a cemetery—

Y/N, takes his hand : ——and it’s raining.

Dante, pulls them close & lifts their chin up : Ah, but we can still hear the music from here, and the dead are unlikely to judge us……

Dante, twirls them, then pulls them close again : Come, such moments of innocent joy are far too few and fleeting to simply let pass by.

Y/N, enthusiastically nods whilst smiling :

Dante, Y/N dances the night away :

Bonus

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[bleedingivorydraws]

I am your shelter of silence

I am the summer sinking through

The cold December of your soul.

You know your words taste like violence

Your lips like animals of war

Against my skin, I lose control

#DmC: Devil May Cry #DmC #Devil May Cry #OC #OC x Canon #Ivy Elaine Summers #Devil May Cry Reboot #Ivy #Vergil #Reboot Vergil #DmC Reboot

[katunei999]

#daily challenge 2.0 #day 58 #lighting experiment #dmc #dmc dante #dmc 1 #dante x olive #dante x oc #dmc x oc #lemme come back to this in a year and see if it gets better

[twinksrepository]

A kiss in the car

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: P in V sex, car sex, hand jobs, horny

Word count: .5 K roughly

A/N: When the weather doesn't want to cooperate and you and Dante make the best of it. Pretty much a short horny thought with Dante.

This wasn’t how you thought your date night was going to go, the plan had been to drive out of town and enjoy a hike with Dante. Which had happened. What you hadn’t expected to happen was for the car to break down and it to start raining. 

“You know Babe, we’ve never done it in a car before.” You just turned to look at him in the passenger seat prepared to roll your eyes at his terrible attempt to pick you up. Only to swallow at the sight. 

Dante had his pants unzipped and his hard cock out, stroking himself and you can see the single bead of precum that is growing larger the longer you watch him play with himself. “Come on, you know you want to ride this bad boy.” Wiggling his eyebrows you turn back to look out the front window to see the rain still falling with enough force you can barely see. Bitting your lip as the pounding against the metal intensifies.

The two of you aren’t going anywhere and he’s right on both accounts as your core throbs liking the idea of waiting out the storm with Dante inside your core. “Fine.” Undoing your seatbelt and pushing your seat back to get your pants down while the sound of the other seat being pushed back reaches your ears. 

“You’re making it sound like a chore.” Smirking as he works his pants down his thick thighs and you laugh for a moment. 

“I’d rather do it in a bed, a car isn’t the best place Handsome.” Still in your underwear, you awkwardly crawl across the center console before his large hands are on your hips helping you to sit on his lap but not before spotting the growing wet stain on your underwear. 

“You say that but you look ready for a good ride.” Snorting as he pushes the fabric out of his way so he could run his finger along your slit before pushing one in making you groan. “Damn Doll, you feel like you could take me right now.” 

Trailing your hands along his broad chest and up to his shoulders before you start to play with his white hair leaning more against his body to brush your lips against his. “Then line me up and let me take you for a ride.” A grunt from the devil hunter as he makes a few adjustments and you start to slowly sink down onto his length, catching his mouth in a searing kiss. You’ve got a few hours to kill so you might as well enjoy it, besides you already know Dante can go for hours.

#dante #dante devil may cry #dante sparda #dante x reader #dante x you #devil may cry #dmc 4 #dmc5 #x reader #twink writes #devil may cry smut #dante smut #dante X reader smut #dante x oc #dmc smut #DMC 4 smut #dmc 4 dante

[myz-wykkyd]

My DMC oc and my take on Nero's mother/The lady in red. Her name is Julia De Bellona- an accomplished devil hunter and the former Supreme General of the Order of the Sword. Oh boy, this character, this character. Originally created her sometime when I was around 13 or 14 after playing the OG trilogy of games for the first time. She's changed a lot over the years and I honestly don't recall ever having worked this hard to develop a character before in my life LOL I haven't gotten everything written down yet, but I'm really proud of what I have managed to do.

Her wip TH profile can be found here. (Note- BIG WIP)

More Info under the cut. TW: for character death I guess?

NAME: Julia De Bellona

GENDER: Female (She/Her)

AGE: Early Twenties @ TOD | Immortal

SPECIES: Human (Formerly. See picture above.), Artificial Demon (Currently)

AFFILIATION: The Order of the Sword (Formerly) |

OCCUPATION: Holy Knight (Formerly) | Ruler of the Underworld (Currently)

RANK: Supreme General (Formerly) | Queen (Currently)

Prior to the rise of Sanctus, Julia's family, The Bellona, ruled over Fortuna as Feudal Lords- a position entrusted to them by Sparda himself prior to his disappearance. Throughout the generations, their primary goal was to protect humanity from demonic threats- which earned the love of their people and eventually led to the founding of The Order of the Sword; an organization of knights equipped and trained to defeat their evil foes. Julia was born from this long, accomplished line of devil hunters; but her abilities far exceeded those of her ancestors and allowed her to become one of the greatest devil hunters of her age- despite the fact that for most of her life, she was only a mere human.

Compassionate, capable, and determined, Julia rose quickly through the ranks of the Order and was the youngest Supreme General the Order of the Sword had ever seen- but she handled the position with a wisdom that surpassed her years. Under her careful guard, Fortuna was at peace for many years. But shortly after her promotion, she would meet a mysterious stranger who would change her life forever.

Vergil, one of the sons of Sparda, traveled to Fortuna seeking information on the Order and its former ruler in his quest for power. They begin in opposition, but the cold man would eventually win Julia’s heart. Though her compassion and plea to live a life of peace by her side appealed to her lover’s long buried humanity, Vergil chose to cast it and her aside to continue on his journey. Though heartbroken by the loss- she soon discovered that he had left a part of himself with her forever in the form of a child- A son she named Nero.

The following is a rough outline of the rest of her story.

A few months after Nero’s birth, Julia learns of the emergence of the Temen-ni-gru, one of the many gateways to the underworld sealed by Sparda after the war between humans and devils ended. Remembering Vergil’s quest for power, she leaves Fourtuna to stop him herself, but by the time she arrives in the city the events of DMC 3 have already unfolded. Wanting answers, Julia learns from several frightened locals that a white-haired man running a mysterious shop was responsible for ending the threat. Curious and slightly hopeful, she makes her way to the newly named “Devil May Cry” and meets Dante, Vergil’s twin brother, for the first time. 

Seeing the identical twin of her former lover is deeply off putting at first, but Dante doesn’t notice. He initially thinks she’s some kind of reporter when she asks for the story of what went on in the tower, and remains uncooperative until Julia successfully manages to bribe him with Pizza. He tells her everything but what she really wants to hear; but from their conversation Julia is able to piece together that the man who was responsible for the catastrophe died within the demon world.  

After leaving the shop Julia decides to investigate the ruins of the Temen-ni-gru. While walking amongst the debris, numb with grief, she is surprised to discover the Yamato amongst the wreckage. After pulling it free, she remains there for several hours debating with herself on the wisdom of her next decision, but she eventually gives into temptation and uses the Yamato to travel to the demon world to search for Vergil herself. 

Two long, brutal weeks full of fights and close calls with demons pass. Julia searched long and hard, but eventually, after she was unable to find any trace of him,  she was finally forced to admit Vergil was really gone. She retreats back into the human world using the Yamato and returns home.

Julia intermittently returns to the demon world to continue searching for Vergil. Almost a year later, she finds him (Or rather, finds Nelo Angelo) held captive and unresponsive. After a brief, but explosive battle with Mundas, Julia escapes with Vergil back to the human world. 

This encounter is witnessed by Machiavelli, the creator of Nelo Angelo, who is immediately intrigued that a human would risk her life for a demon.

Uncertain how to awaken him, she seeks out Agnus and asks for his aid in helping Vergil.

A/N: studying Vergil in this timeframe is what gives Angus the inspiration to build the false angels.

Agnus betrays Julia by turning in all his discoveries (her possession of the Yamato, her apparent relationship with a demon) over to Sanctus. Who takes it upon himself to execute the “traitor”. In a cruel twist of fate, he stabs her with Vergil’s own sword. The blade is shattered by a sudden, mysterious surge of power. My personal hc is that just as the sword recognized Nero, the sword recognized Julia, and it shattering was due to it being forced to do something that went against such an important connection.

A/N: Explaining both how the Order manages to get their hands on the sword and why it's broken.

As Julia lays dying, Nelo Angelo/Vergil finally awakens. Recognizing Julia on some level, he does not like what he sees, and slaughters Sanctus’ terrified guards. Forcing the Vicar and Angus to flee for their lives.  

With their enemies vanquished, Nelo Angelo/Vergil touches Julia’s face. But in that moment, Julia's thoughts are consumed by worry for Nero. And with her bit a strength, pleads with the Dark Knight to save their son before Sanctus finds him.

He obliged her last wish, taking an infant Nero from Julia’s home to the orphanage where Nero would grow up in.

A/N: Wrapped the crying boy up in his black cape before his departure. Staff of the orphanage would continue to call him Nero as a result.

Sanctus falsely frames Julia as a traitor to the people she had spent her life protecting- and Sanctus orders that all traces of her and her family be erased / never spoken of again. Explaining why she isn’t mentioned in game.

Julia’s body disappears afterwards/is never found by Sanctus. Debating, but my current thought is Nelo Angelo/Vergil took her to Machiavelli, whose spent the last 20+ years reviving her and turning her into the perfect demon. Knowing that she would be a Queen worth following.

A/N: Explaining that Machiavelli isn't dead, he's actually just been working on his Magnum opus this entire time.

After the events of DMC 5, Julia finally awakens and takes over the demon world in the absence of Urizen. She's lost most of her memory from her time as a human and doesn't realize how long it's been- but she recalls she has a son and that's in the human world, in a city called Fortuna, and is determined to find him-

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vergil x reader any gender wholesome cuz i don't think that man really knows what sex is even if nero is a thing

Eternally Soul Bonded

Vergil (DMC5) x Yamato! reader

warnings: reader is a humanoid version of Yamato, reader is also a bit obssessed with Vergil (mild yandere behaviour?), cussing, a bit of angst, fluff

summary: after opening a portal two decades ago, Vergil has lost his most prized possession, his sword. What he doesn’t know is that it had been reformed as a humanoid somewhere around the world, and that it was ready to be with him again.

word count: 2.5k

a.n: I don’t know if you wanted wholesome sex or just wholesome, but this is what I cooked up. Sorry if it’s a little disappointing? I’ve had this idea brewing for a bit and there’s definitely room for expanded lore, so if you liked this, you can send me another ask so I can work more on this!

It was really cold for a while… and dark. You were used to darkness, but this was a different kind. It was lonely out here. When you came to, you weren’t yourself, and you weren’t with who you were supposed to be. You were alone.

You stood and wobbled, not used to this form… You leaned yourself against the damp walls of the alleyway you found yourself in, and noticed a puddle of water beneath your feet in which you could see your reflection. You looked… human? How was that possible?

Your mouth trembled as if you were trying to speak, but no voice came out. Your head hurt, and you could only vaguely remember two things: You were Yamato, and you belonged to Vergil, son of Sparda. Nothing else.

…

“It’s been 20 years, Vergil, knock it off, me and Nero already said we were sorry about what happened to the sword anyway, can’t you let it go?” Dante asked with an exasperated sigh, trying to move around the papers and documents Vergil had gathered over the years in his futile attemps at locating his sword.

“Let it go ? You’re pretty foolish if you think I’ll simply give up on the Yamato, Dante, it belongs to me  and me alone.” Vergil snapped back “And it’s solely your  fault that I don’t have it with me for the past two decades, so if you could please at least pretend you’re helping for two seconds.”

“I’m not good at pretending, brother” Dante snickered, leaning back against his chair “Besides, your sword has a connection to you, right? Just like mine? If it didn’t find you now, maybe it doesn’t want you anymore or somethin-”

Before Dante could finish his sentence, he was lifted off his chair by the collar, making the chair fall on the ground. Vergil gripped him tight and firmly, an unforgiving gaze painting his complexion.

“Don’t you dare utter another word out of that filthy mouth of yours” Vergil sneered between gritted teeth.

Dante simply smiled, before Vergil let go of him and walked away, leaving the agency and shutting the doors angrily as he left.

“Where is that ray of sunshine going to now?” Nero asked from the couch as he fiddled with his mechanical arm.

“Probably going to look for his sword in the sewers again or something, he’s completely lost it”

…

Vergil wasn’t a man to give up on the things he wanted, especially things that were his by right, like his sword. It didn’t matter to him if it had been two days or two decades, he was determined to recover Yamato, no matter what.

After another week of searching in the surrounding areas, going as far as to go through the entire city and the cities next to it, when he was about to turn back, he felt something.

A spark, almost.

And he knew. It was Yamato.

Frantic, almost desperate, he began to blindly follow that spark… bumping into people, getting his boots dirty, it didn’t matter. He had never felt this close to it before.

It was a rare sight to see Vergil this disheveled and unhinged, but there he was, as he stood by an alleyway, hair having come undone, clothes dirty and unkempt. And so he saw it…but his expression showed disappointment.

“…What is the meaning of this?”

What stared back at him wasn’t his sword, but a person. Unclothed, and human. You.

Despite his expression, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you, as well as relief. You wobbled towards him, stopping just before him to face him.

“….V….ergil?” Came out from your lips like a shaky whisper, and, as if you had spoken for the first time in your life, you touched your lips in surprise from the voice that came out of you.

Vergil on the other hand however, didn’t know what to make of this situation at all. He stared, his eyes searching for anything that could be missing… but he couldn’t ignore the sensation he felt. This… was somehow… what he had been looking for for the past 20 years.

“…This can’t be… Yamato?” Vergil finally asked in disbelief, visibly struggling to make sense of it all.

Hearing that name made your eyes widen. It felt familiar but also strangenly distant. Was that who you were? Something in you told you yes, but at the same time… it was if you weren’t just  that anymore.

In a flash, memories came forward… The moment Vergil used Yamato to open the portal 20 years ago, and what happened afterwards. How your body broke and transformed, and you were left in that voidless darkness for however long it had been. That changed you.

The information was too much for you. You felt your consciouness waver, and before you realized, you had collapsed against the man.

…

Once you came to, you weren’t in the alleyway anymore, you were in a bed, and clothed. Opening your eyes slowly, you could faintly hear voices from outside of the room.

“You’ve completely fucking lost it, haven’t you? Bringing in a random homeless person here and claiming that’s Yamato?”

“I wouldn’t have brought a random person if I wasn’t sure, Dante. I’m not insane. I can’t explain it, but that really is my sword. It’s… just… different.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a vision test, brother? Because I sure do not see a sword anywhere in that room.”

“I don’t know how to explain what happened, but the connection is there. I can feel it. I don’t know how or why, but when we met, it… they… recognized me. This can’t be a coincidence.”

“Oh, so let me get this straight, after relentlessly looking for Yamato for the past two decades, you suddenly ‘feel a spark’ that leads you to a dirty alleyway where you find a naked person who mutters your name, and suddenly that just explains that you found what you were looking for? Holy shit, you really did lose it.”

“You wouldn’t understand the type of connection I have to Yamato in the first place, Dante. It lead me to Nero when he took it, and it led me to it again. I just have to understand why it looks like… that.”

“You know what? Do whatever you want, Vergil but don’t get me involved in this. If the police comes knocking by about kidnapping or something, I’m not here.”

You could barely understand what they were saying… but you had a feeling they were talking about you. You sat up, looking at the loose shirt you were given… it had his scent. Your memories were fuzzy and your brain hurt, but you were relaxed… he had found you and that was all that mattered.

After a couple of minutes, Vergil had entered the room you were in, looking thoughtful and rather preocuppied. You watched as he approached you and sat at the edge of the bed next to you. For a few moments, it was silent between the two of you… until he started speaking, finally.

“…Tell me everything you remember.”

You took a moment, something within you made sure you knew that depending on the answer you gave, it’d dictate what would happen next.

“…I was… alone, for a very long time.” You began.

You told him all you remembered… the portal, the darkness, the rift. You couldn’t tell exactly that two decades had passed, but you could definitely tell you had been alone for a while. You told him moments you two had in battle, how you tried to talk to him, to give him strength, to give him more power, but that no matter what, it seemed there was a wall between you that couldn’t be broken, because at the end of the day, you were merely a tool.

You told him how you felt all those times, how you felt when you were apart, but that’s when he raised a hand to interrupt you.

“Stop.” Vergil spoke, clearly convoluted with his thoughts and feelings. “How… do you know about all that? It… doesn’t make sense.”

“…I… have always been by your side.”

“…But you’re not Yamato. I don’t even understand what you are exactly.” He spoke, staring at you.

“…I don’t have a satisfactory answer for you to explain my nature, Vergil.” You spoke rather calmly despite the situation. “…As your tool or not, I had always been capable of feeling. It’s what connected us to begin with. The thirst for power, of growing stronger… it’s what filled us.”

“Stop it.” Vergil stood, troubled. “Don’t talk as if we’re intimate, it isn’t possible we are connected in any way. What do you know about the sword? Where is Yamato?”

“…You feel it, too… don’t you?” You asked, lightly touching your own chest. “…The spark. It’s what reactivated my memories, as well.”

Silence fell in the room again. Vergil simply shut his mouth and turned away, walking out of the room and shutting the door. You stared, leaning back against the pillows and sighing, staring at the ceiling. Truth be told, if you knew of a way to go back to being his weapon, you would do it. But you didn’t understand what was happening to you either. You didn’t know why things were the way they were, but you knew the rift changed you.

You were satisfied with just being by Vergil’s side again, but clearly, that wasn’t something Vergil was happy about. You couldn’t blame him though, he wanted a sword and what he got was a person. You were of no use to him the way you were.

Was… he going to throw you away?

That thought alone made you spring up, leaving the bed and wobbling to the door, opening it. Vergil was no longer there, and you felt a rush of what could only be processed as anxiety as you wobbled through the corridors to try and find him.

You told him everything you remembered, you knew  he felt that connection as well, so he couldn’t simply throw you away, right? He couldn’t. He couldn’t. You were his, and he was yours and he just couldn’t do that to you.

“I’m afraid you were right, brother.” You heard him speak downstairs, making your eyes widen. “I think… my obssession with finding Yamato had made me sick.”

You’re filled with rage. How dare he? How dare he discard you as if you were nothing?

In a fit, you jump, and without a second’s notice, your hand is through Vergil’s stomach in a mighty stab. The man gasps.

“W-What….the….-”

“Vergil!” Dante exclaims, before something takes place: Vergil’s Devil Trigger is activated.

It shouldn’t have been possible.

Just as it shouldn’t be possible for his sword to look, act or even present itself as a human.

But there you were… a physical manifestation of Vergil’s sword. You were there, and you were real.

…

4 months have passed since then.

Nero and Dante don’t get involved with you and they had expressed a lot of disapproval once Vergil had decisively shared he’d keep you around a few months ago.

Naturally, Dante didn’t want Vergil to permanently crash in the agency’s building, especially carrying whatever you were with him, so the two of you had to go somewhere else.

A run-down apartment building in a shady part of town was all he could afford, which was not very fitting for someone of Vergil’s standards. However at this point in time, there wasn’t much to be done about it.

“…We should try it again.” Vergil spoke, seeing you on the floor, breathing heavily. “We’re close, I can feel it.”

“…I don’t know how to do it, I don’t know if I can go back to being Yamato again, Vergil.” You shakily responded, looking up at him from where you were.

“You already know you have its powers within you, I wouldn’t have kept you otherwise, you know you can do this” He exclaimed, but backed away once he looked at your face, noticing your expression.

There were small tears in your eyes, you bowed your head. He would’ve left you if you hadn’t triggered his devil form back then? It explained the relentless attempts at trying to make you unlock your potential in these past few months. You thought this was for another purpose… because he did believe you were part of him, that he was simply trying to restore the connection you two had. You understood now.

“…Why can’t you just accept me for the way things are right now?” You shakily asked. “…Back then, I was more than just your sword, I was more than just a tool, we were one.” You gripped the floorboards with your nails. “…Why can’t you see we’re connected regardless of what I am?! What do I have to do to prove it to you?!”

“…If you were truly Yamato, you would know better than to be dependant on such fickle emotional bonds. What we have is tied to our ability to grow stronger. Nothing more.”

“You’re lying!” You shouted, standing and forcefully gripping him by the collar. “…I asked you if you felt that spark I felt when we met and you refused to answer me. Each and every time I ask about our connection, about how it feels for you, you refuse to give in, refuse to let me know what you’re thinking and what’s going on in your head. I know  you feel it, and that you’ve felt it all along, so don’t make me feel ridiculous about it when I know you’re not a cold slab of stone like you’re trying so hard to seem to me and everyone around you.”

“You didn’t keep me just so you could figure out if I could go back to being a sword or not. I know you, Vergil… you just don’t want to be alone.” You whispered, before letting him go.

“…” Vergil was silent for a moment. “…You’re weak.”

“…I’m a direct reflection of your inner turmoils, Vergil. If I’m weak, then what are you?”

You could see Vergil’s lips trembling, as if he was trying to think of something to say. But no words came out, only tears. It was the first time you’ve seen Vergil cry.

You lightly approached him again, and wrapped your arms around him. He fell to his knees, and surprinsingly, hugged you back.

“…You’ve never been alone, Vergil. I had always been with you”  You whispered, making sure to hold him close.

“…I can’t endorse in these emotions. They make me weak.” Vergil stammered, struggling to contain his tears.

“…It’s just the two of us… You don’t have to be anything for anyone, much less to me. You can just be… you.” You looked back. “…Allow me to just be me, Vergil… allow things to be different.”

You sat there a while.

It would probably take a long time for Vergil to accept the new reality of things. To accept he wasn’t alone, and more importantly, that he was loved by someone.

But it didn’t matter.

You’d stay with him until he understood. You had stayed with him for a long time… and you would stay with him until the ends of time.

In this form, you could be everything Vergil needed. A friend. A partner. Someone he could have an unbreakable bond for all eternity.

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