#spardatober

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Sooo, for the amazing Spardatober, maybe Dante x Reader and "Here, take my sweater/jacket/coat"? I am weak for that kind of act of... generosity 🥰

Anything for my favorite mutual 😘😘

Seriously guys, even when the sun's shining its warmth may not reach you these months. Make sure to stay warm ☕

You watched the golden leaves swirl around as the wind carried them over to the distance. The leaves also littered the forest pathway crunching under your boots and giving off that telltale scent, so reminiscent of autumn. The streaks of sunlight found their way through branches and bathed the place in a warm hue. It was like a whole world was bathed in gold.

"Are you ok, sweets? You're shiverin' like a leaf in the wind."

And there's a soft grumble with a warm hand holding yours.

You raised your head towards the voice and squinted at the sunlight shining into your eyes. Dante leaned toward you his head obscuring the sun while his sturdy form shielded you against the wind. You saw how his grey hair was outlined by sunlight as his kind eyes looked at you with concern.

Raising your shoulders to your ears and pulling the collar of your chunky turtleneck sweater higher, you let out an involuntarily shiver.

"A little."

When you saw how bright the sun shined from behind your bedroom window, you were sure it'd only take a sweater to keep you warm, turns out you were wrong.

Dante shook off his red jacket, his day-to-day one without the long lapels, and put it over your shivering form.

"But...what about you? Won't you be cold?"

Dante snickered, "Demonic blood, remember? Besides, I can let my angel get sick."

He wrapped his arm around your waist and together, you kept strolling through the fallowing trees.

#devil may cry #devil may cry dante #dante sparda #dante x reader #dmc dante #dante devil may cry #dante x you #dante sparda x reader #spardatober #autumn writing #autumn #october writing challenge #october #fluff

[overrated-sheep]

i wish i could give every spardacest artist some god damn soup; the way they draw those fuckers!!! so many flavors… i wish i could condense those three into a soup T_T

#spardacest #idk wat im saying but #spardatober got ME #LIKE NOBODY ELSE GOT ME #dmc spardacest #dmc

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Ehh... Hello again! Last time my request was kinda incomplete, I think... I re-read what I needed to write... so, can I please get a warm Vergil x fem! Reader about baking sweets? I suck at writing when it's not a fic, I'm so sorry 😭

I gotchu fam👍

"Dearest, are you sure the recipe said egg whites only?"

Vergil was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a lost expression, dressed in an apron that said 'do NOT kiss the cook' and a wooden spoon in hand. Not soon after he got back into the human world, Vergil realized that he no longer had to sustain himself on demon guts and instead he had a wide variety of human foods to choose from. Thanks to you, he learned that he can just make any food he wants to with the right ingredients. So, with every holiday his valiant efforts at cooking came with vengeance. You had to admit that Vergil made a lot of progress from putting a can of butane right on the stove (good god) to making simple palatable dishes. You still haven't left him in the kitchen alone though.

"Yup." You put a piece of caramel crisp in your mouth and walked around him to point at the paragraph in the book.

"You make a snow out of egg whites and then slowly *carefully*" you give him a poignant look he chooses to ignore, "you mix it in the batch."

"Very well then," Vergil grabbed eggs from the refrigerator, "and how do we make this snow exactly"

You whipped out a hand mixer from one of the cabinets and Vergil scrunched his nose at it.

"It looks like a torture device."

He made quick work of the eggs and there were almost no eggshells in the bowl (this pie will be really crunchy). Soon, there was a fluffy cloud resting in the mixing bowl.

"Remember to mix it in slowly."

"I have trekked the ground of hell with nothing but my sword, I think I know how to follow a simple instruction." Vergil sniffed haughtily.

You raised your hands amused and decided to plop on the kitchen sink to watch him fuss with the mixing bowl. At that moment, you were struck by the domesticity of the moment. You would never imagine that you would ever feel relaxed in the presence of Vergil Sparda. Then again, it was thanks to the genuine effort he put into building connections with everyone around him. Whatever happened with Dante in the Underworld, he changed. And now he was making pumpkin pie in your kitchen with a concentrated pout on his face.

"This is nice." You heard yourself say.

"Hm?" Vergil hummed in question as he put the baking tray in the oven.

You vaguely gestured over the room. "This, y'know? Baking, talking, spending time with you..." Then, to busy your hands, you grabbed a can of whipped cream a sprayed some in your mouth.

Vergil finally turned his eyes from the oven to you and with a small smile at your stuffed face, sat on the kitchen sink next to you.

"Half the reason why I decided to learn how to cook is because you are the one showing me how. And I suspect the reason you're helping me is so you can eat everything in sight."

Instead of an answer, Vergil got a splurt of whipped cream on his face. With deep laughter, he fought with you over the can until he finally managed to get it from your hands.

"No more cream for you."

Taking it as a challenge, you took his face in your hands and licked the cream from his cheek.

"You're impossible," Vergil grumbled as he felt his face reddening.

"I know." You whispered back and kissed the tip of his nose.

#vergil x reader #dmc vergil #vergil dmc #devil may cry vergil #vergil devil may cry #vergil x you #rainbow dragon writes #spardatober

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Hello! I ABSOLUTELY 💖 LOVED 💖 the oneshot you had written for me, so can I please request one more? I promise that'll be the last one 😄 So, Vergil x fem! reader watching a scary movie in the thunderstorm and it... illogically but very much scares Vergil? "you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?"

I'm really happy you liked it. Writing these fall fics brings me so much comfort. You can have as many requests as you want toots. The event lasts till the end of October. 💕

PS.: Hope it's not a problem I used the sentence a little differently in this scenario

The suspense was killing him.

The character was walking down the long dark hallway in silence with only eerie music keeping them company. How could they not see this is not going well...

When you invited him for a horror movie night, Vergil wasn't sure what to expect. Hi didn't expect the movie to shook him like this. With all that went through in his life, he was sure than a little fake blood was not going to phase him. You, the sneaky you didn't pick the gory type of movie. Instead, you went with psychological thriller type of movie and Vergil learned the hard way that story does not have to have violence and death to sent your skin crawling.

The movie character started writhing and screaming in panic as an invisible force twisted their limbs ond threw them in the air. Vergil winced at their horrified screams and turned his head away from TV to you. You were bundled up in your blanket, chewing on popcorn, eyes fixed on the screen.

Bloody hell, he won't be the one asking for comfort he won't...

At that exact moment a lightning struck right in front of your living room window, illuminating the entire room in ghostly white and seconds after that, the ever-so-familiar roar of thunder swept through the block. You let out a loud screech and Vergil practically jumped at the sound.

"Sorry! Sorry! That was...uh-" You winced at another sound of thunder, visibly burrying into your blanket.

"Crap, that scared the shit outta me."

"You mean to tell me that all this time you watched this movie without so much as twitch and rainstorm makes you jump out of your skin?"

You shrug, "Well, the things in the movie are not real but the storm is."

"Speaking of, how come you're the Alpha and Omega and shiver in front of jumpscare?"

Vergil grumbled.

"Awe, come here." You pat his lap. Vergil glares at you but complies, setting his head on your thight as you ran your hand through his hair.

#dmc5 vergil #dmc vergil #vergil dmc #vergil devil may cry #devil may cry vergil #vergil x reader #vergil x you #spardatober #halloween writing prompts #spooktober writing #rainbow dragon writes

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

One ooky-spooky fic please. "Pumpkin-spice please" I can't imagine Vergil understanding the obsession of pumpkin spice lattes, probably refuses to try it but still orders one for his s/o.

Tbh, I don't understand the obsession either

Vergil scanned the cafe counter and the people swarming around it. The baristas were running around, processing coffee, and pouring the whisked milk into the paper containers or cups. The customers were either inspecting the baked goods displayed in the glass cooler or stressing them with needlessly complicated answers.

How many types of milk are there anyway?

If there's one thing he learned since coming back to the human world, it's that coffee holds a special place in society, to the point of it being some strange ritual, or perhaps a display of prestige. Some of these elaborate -cinnos were not exactly cheap. He also learned that with every season comes a celebration of some sort, and with these special events, places like this one will offer some special beverages.

Like right now.

"One pumpkin spice latte, please."

The girl looked at Vergil from behind her thick eyeliner. The man standing in front of her was not the usual type to order this drink. Actually, he looked like he was supposed to meet with his contractor in secret to tell him about his next target. She swallowed.

When Vergil noticed her look, he huffed, "It's not for me."

"Ah! Of course." the waitress gave him a nervous smile, "Anything else sir?"

Vergil looked behind her on the blackboard. Cappuccino, latte macchiato with flavor or not, americano, lungo, doppio,...

"Just...coffee, with milk, no sugar."

The waitress nodded in understanding. She put the order in her computer and then turned to him once more.

"What kind of milk sir?"

Vergil gave her a deadpan look. "Preferably from a tit."

She didn't ask him anything else afterward.

~

He carried the tray with your order to your shared table. He didn't trust the orange concoction he carried, but that's what you wanted it's what you get. You were sitting near the window, looking out into the busy street with a faraway look, face illuminated by the afternoon sun and huddled in your favorite knitted sweater. He slowed down a bit to take in the sight in front of him. The very picture of content.

Once Vergil reached your table you turned to him with a smile. He put down the tray on the table and sat next to you, nursing his own espresso with milk as he watched you take a sip with a satisfied hum.

"I still don't understand how you can drink something that's supposed to be coffee but smells like soup."

You snickered.

"It's not just about the pumpkin, Verge, I like the spice mix and sweetness as well."

"If you wanted something sweet and spicy you could've ordered some of the cinnamon rolls they are offering." Vergil took a sip of his regular coffee.

"Maybe if you gave it a try-"

"Absolutely not."

"Okay, okay. Jeez."

Vergil felt a grin spreading on his face at your banter. Weird smell or not, it made you happy he'll get it for you in the middle of the night if you asked for it

#vergil x reader #dmc vergil #vergil dmc #devil may cry vergil #vergil devil may cry #vergil x you #spardatober #october writing event #autumn writing event #fall writing #pumpkin spice #rainbow dragon writes

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

For the spardatober post!

What do you mean you’ve been trick or treating + halloween party + thunderstorm

For dante please 💖

Ooooh, this is cute 🥰

"What do you mean you've never been trick-or-treating??"

At Dante's perplexed question, you only gave a shrug.

"I'm from Europe, remember? We don't celebrate Halloween."

He put a hand over his hard in a melodramatic fashion and gasped, "Blasphemy!"

You laughed, truly amused by this man's antics.

"What can I say? I'm just an average man, with an average life, I work from 9 to 5, hell yeah I pay the price..." You raised your hands in defeat.

It was Dante's turn to laugh. He'll always thanks his lucky starts that he found someone with your sense of humor.

"Well, you won't have to distress for long, 'cause we're going out!"

"When?"

"Now!"

"Now? But..." You looked up at him from your spot on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, snacks on the table, and movie prepared. "What about..." you gestured towards the TV.

"We can make out on the couch with a random movie in the background every other day of the year. You can only get spooky two days in a year, three if you party extra hard." The red devil winked at you cheekily.

You let yourself be dragged out of the blankets, your jacket being sloppily thrown on your person, and your scarf being wrapped around you very creatively - with Dante putting one end on your shoulder and then spinning you around. You don't even know how you got into the car, but there was Dante already rowing the engine, with a fistful of candy he grabbed from the coffee table. He put the sweets on your lap and instantly grabbed one as he drove out into the city with wild steering.

Instead of raising any protests, you put a chocolate lolly in your mouth and looked out of the window at the city that started to wake like a creature of the night. Billboards and neon lights glowed at you, and there was a pumpkin on every corner, and streets were filled with crowds dressed in costumes.

"Where are we going?" You turned to Dante who turned stopped at the traffic and used that opportunity to turn on the radio.

"First, we'll get you a costume. I know a perfect place," he finally settled on the station where one song just ended and This is Halloween started playing. "Then, we'll trick-or-treat of course!"

In this town, we call home, everybody hails to the pumpkin song.

"We'll really have to step up our game if we want decent candy. I always put effort into my costume even when I was dirt poor. Can't stand all these brats in half-assed costumes thinking they deserve Snickers. Pickachu hoodie is NOT a costume." Dante gestured with his hands, letting the steering wheel live its own life.

"Hold the wheel, sweets." You pleaded with him. "anything else I should know about the secret art of asking for candy?"

"Nah, you'll be fine. I'm sure they'll eat out of your hands." The man gave you a besotted look. You felt your heart keen a little at that.

You arrived at a row of terraced houses with all of them having display windows with some business going on in them. Despite all of them having some sort of Halloween decor, you've guessed the shop you're heading to immediately.

Red-bricked, slim building with wooden doors and display windows pressed right against them. The display window was stuffed with autumn-themed and Halloween-themed decorations of all kinds and even had a fierce witch costume display on a mannequin. There were three small steps leading towards the door with a pair of curling iron railings. There were two massive grinning pumpkins on each side at the bottom of the steps, the railing was decorated with autumn leaf garlands with fairy lights, and the door itself was a picturesque vision of a small canopy and ornate lamp hanging right above them, with another row of the garland curling all around them.

You were too busy taking in all of it, you didn't notice Dante pressing the doorbell. A young, petite girl with striking ginger hair and a gentle smile opened the door.

"Oh, hi Dante."

"Hi Erin I need your help. This person right there," he said with a serious tone as he put his hands on your shoulders, "never been trick-or-treating."

The girl's eyes widened. "Heavens..."

"So," Dante continued, both thoroughly enjoying your embarrassment, "I made it my duty to introduce her to the Halloween spirit - you." He gestured towards Erin.

Erin nodded, "This is serious matter now. I have to find a perfect match for you."

You bury your face in your hands, "I feel like a virgin all over again."

Erin led you to the back of the shop - which was surprisingly spacious and dripping with Halloween and autumn finery of all kinds - and sat you on a cushioned chair.

Then, she pulled out a catalog and proceeded to take you through pages worth of costumes, complete with accessories and makeup. Meanwhile, Dante busied himself with a bowl of candy on the counter, leaving the choice on you."

"And he'll get costume too?" you jerked a thumb at him.

"Of course! What about couples costume?" Erin scrolled through her catalog and showed you a page with a pirate and mermaid duo. You took the booklet from her, searching through the pages. There was a loud crash coming somewhere from the shop. You looked from the direction of the sound to Erin with concern.

She gave you a reassuring smile in return, "I'll go check on him."

When Erin came back with sheepish-looking Dante, holding now empty bowl of candy, you had your choice.

"So, have you made your choice?"

You nodded excitedly and tapped on the page in the book.

After several minutes of undressing, dressing, buttoning up, fixing hair, and adjusting later, you and Dante were prepared for the Halloween night.

Erin clapped her hands excitedly.

"You look fantastic! Though...I honestly didn't think you'd make this choice." Erin put a finger on her lip and looked you up and down.

You, for once thought Dante looked rather charming in his little red hood. Erin couldn't find pants or a top to contain Dante's...assets, she did however find a pair of leather red boots and a small wicker basket. Dante was thrilled. He kept turning in front of the three-part floor-length mirror and Even asked if he could keep the boots when the night was over. With you, Erin went all off. Furry gloves, a furry dress, and a pair of wolfish ears, combined with the killer makeup. She even gave you little press-on claws and fangs.

"Be safe! And happy, happy Halloween!" Erin sing-song after you as you waved her goodbye.

With one hand holding the basket and the other holding yours, Dante led you through his favorite spots and blocks. You had to admit that trick-or-treating is a lot of fun, but if you were to do this as a kid, you'd be probably too shy to knock on random people's doors. This time, you dived fully into your big bad wolf persona and put on a show with Dante. Some people, mostly adults, gave you strange looks but gave you candy anyway.

By the time you visited the door in the area, you were so overdosed with sugar you thought you might collapse. Dante parked you on a park bench and ran off to the nearest store to buy something to drink.

Meanwhile, you watched as children in costumes slowly dissipated and slightly intoxicated in costumes grown-ups replaced them. You checked your phone. It was getting close to ten. What's taking Dante so long?

You felt a raindrop fall on your forehead, and when you looked up, you noted several raindrops to follow. You heard Dante call your name, finally getting from the store. When the few drops turned into pour, he wrapped his arm around you and led you somewhere to hide from the rain.

You both watched the increasing turrents of water from your safe spot in doorway of some building. You turned to Dante, his shaggy mane was plastered to his face, making him look like a wet dog. You outstretched your hand and brushed the hair out of his face,

"Well, what now?" You haven't aimed the question at no one in particular. Just to break the silence and spur the next course of action. But it seemed the spirit of halloween had answered your call, because somebody walked out of the door you stood next to.

A mummy, a vampire and jack skellington drunkenly sang while stumbling in the rain. Through the opened door, you faintly heard the ghostbusters theme playing. Before the door would close, Dante grabbed the handle and looked inside. You peeked down the dimly lit corridor from behind him. Lanterns and pumpkins littered the floor and walls were covered in cobwebs.

Dante turned to your with a wicked grin and you smiled back because you knew what was on his mind.

Overall, you were truly happy that Dante managed to drag you away from the coutch that night. As you swirled a glass of green cocktail with an eyeball floating in it and chatted with a girl wearing a sick demoness costume, while you watched Dante busting it out on the dancefloor to Bloody Mary you knew this'll be the night you'll remember forever.

#devil may cry #devil may cry dante #dante sparda #dante devil may cry #dante x reader #dmc dante #dante x you #spardatober #rainbow dragon writes #halloween #october writing challenge #halloween writing prompts

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Hello! This is my first time making a ask so sorry if it's wrong!

Can you please make a Dante x reader scenario from the event? With the "Fall-Mark AU" prompt? Thanks :)

Aaaah yeeeessss!! I hoped I'll get the Fall-Mark Au ask!

A crisp cool wind blew through the bustling square, taking a few golden leaves lying on the sidewalk. The place was swarming with people moving from one stand to the next. Children were trying to hide behind decorative haystacks while their parents picked the labors of this year's autumn harvest, proudly displayed in neat wads or in straw baskets. Every now and then, the air was saturated by the strong aroma of hot punch and freshly baked pretzels.

This October morning looked straight up from the shoot of Gilmore Girls and you were currently preoccupied with colorful rows of herbs and spices.

"I'll take these small bags of cinnamon, ginger, cloves, and uh..." You racked your brain what other spices belong to pumpkin spice mix, you already have allspice at home, so that leaves... "Cloves!"

The old lady behind the stand in a patterned poncho and thick fingerless gloves placed all of the ingredients in the bag and handed it to you. As you were paying, you noticed a can with pizza spice mix, "Ah, that reminds me, Dante...Dante?"

You looked next to you, a place that was occupied by your boyfriend not so long ago was now empty. He was gone, with all of your previous purchases from the other stands you visited. You looked around when you caught a flash of red near a street lamp. You ran towards Dante when you noticed he was swarmed by two olden retrievers.

"You two are the best bois. I'm taking you home with me." He grinned at the dogs as they licked his hands affectionately.

The sight made the biggest smile grow on your face. You really can't be mad at this goofball.

"I think one of them is a girl," you replied to him.

Dante peered up at you, and his smile grew even wider.

"You think so?"

"Hm. She has a pink collar."

"Guys can wear pink too!" Dante prompted as he picked up the shopping bags sitting next to him.

"You mean that t-shirt with a unicorn that says, alpha male?" You smirked as you both set out to the next stand, finding your way into the crowd of windbreakers.

Dante shrugged, "I bought it for the irony, then found out I rock the color pretty hard."

"You rock every color babe. I heard there'd be a place where you can make your own pizza, choose the toppings and everything."

"Well then! Lead the way."

Some browsing through the market later, Dante bit into his pepperoni-ham-beef-sausage pizza with gusto as you watched the slaughter on the pizza dough in amusement.

"So, what's the next thing on that list of yours?"

You pulled out the hands-scribbled note of places you wanted to visit you made at home and put it next to your own order, the biggest cinnamon bun you've ever seen and a cup of coffee.

"Let's see we've got veggies, sweets, pastries, decor - oh, that wrath I got will look great on the front door - spices, pizza..."

"That ugly-ass knitted scarf Vergil wanted."

"Right..." Your eyes got to the end of this list and you felt excitement bubble up in your chest.

"Now to the best part..." you thrust the list right in front of Dante. Whilst he tried to squint at the letters you beamed giddily, "Pumpkin picking!"

"Ah, yes," Dante rubbed his hands in a devilish grin. "Let's put the little twist on it, shall we?" He made a dramatic pause, "Whoever finds the ugliest, most deformed pumpkin wins."

"Just look inside your pants luv," you quipped.

With cackling laughter, Dante chucked pepperoni at you.

"Alright, alright, what's the prize?" You conseded as you tried to fish the food out of your hair.

"Uhh, apple on a stick?"

"Deal."

Dante wolfed down the rest of the pizza and soon you were prowling the rows of perfect round, plump, bright orange pumkins from which none looked too bad, not bad enough for you at least.

"Any luck?" You came towards Dante as he was scounting the nearest patch of pumpkins.

"Nah. How 'bout you?"

"Nothing."

"Dang!" Dante but his hands on his hipsand looked over the entire patch once more "Don't tell me this place is filled with nothing but postcard-looking pumpkins."

You tugged on his sleeve, "Let's just pick whatever and call it a draw. I boy both of us caramelized apples."

Dante didn't answered you, instead he kept his trained gaze on the rows of vegetables before his pensive frown split into a grin.

"Look over there." He nodded with his chin.

"Wha-oh..."

"That's him."

"Yep."

The pumpkin looked like someone dropped it, but upon closer inspection one would notice that that's just the way it grew. Half of it was green, covered in bumps and lumps. Dante lovingly wrapped it in scarf Vergil requested and had to reassure the poor farmer that that's really the pumpkin you wanted.

When you arrived home with all of your purchases, the other twin was waiting for you in the office.

"Welcome ba- what in the sweet mother of Satan is this??"

Dante proudly raised pumpkin right in front of Vergils nose.

"His name is Shmoopy and he's got every disease."

#devil may cry #devil may cry dante #dante devil may cry #dante sparda #dante x reader #dmc dante #dante x you #spardatober #rainbow dragon writes

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Hi, I have a question about the spardatober event. It's just for DMC Character x reader?

In case that it's not, I'd love one of Vergil x Lady that has the dialogue "What are you reading?", Scenario "Exploring a graveyard" and Promp "Big famyli dinner" please.

This combo has a great potential. I love it!

Edit: This is me after finishing it. This has got to be one of the most daring, and interesting things I've written so far.

The graveyard is properly silent. There's not a proverbial soul around.

Except for a lonely figure of a woman walking among the crooked gravestones. She stopped and looked around, the lapels of her long coat swirling around her with a strong gust of wind. She seemed impatient. The woman made another two steps forward when suddenly jolted in surprise.

"Motherfu- The hell are you doing here?!"

He stood there motionless and propped up against a crypt. His long dark coat made him blend with his surroundings so perfectly that Lady had no chance of seeing him from a distance.

Vergil didn't comment on her outburst, in fact, he didn't even look up from the book he was reading. "Waiting for you, obviously. We were supposed to meet there together remember?"

Lady's brow twitched in agitation at his lack of insight. "Of course I do, that's not what I meant! What are you looming here like a ghost?!"

Vergil finally looked at her, both eyebrows rising in question as if talking to an ignorant child.

"Oh, well, I'm interested in how it continues." Vergil gestured to the book he was holding.

Lady growled in frustration and pinched the bridge of her nose. Not even five minutes into this mission and she's already losing her nerve. She knew this would be a disaster when Dante notified her an hour ago about a 'slight change of plans'. She wasn't too excited about it since just like everybody else in the dmc crew, Lady had no idea how to interact with or act around Vergil. Neither they had any desire to.

"Are we going?" Vergil fixed her with an icy unmoving stare.

"Ugh, yes. Let's go."

-

"So what's the scoop?" Lady prompted while she and her demonic companion walked amongst the gravestones. The place was as deathly silent as ever, with only gravel and leaves crunching under their shoes to keep them company. The place was creepy enough already, so she'd decided that talking to Vergil was still better than silence.

"There are reports of an unusual phenomena in the graveyard. Particularly in the area of an old mausoleum."

"Such as?"

"The last people to visit this site described strange shadows moving, one elderly woman said when she visited her husband's grave, a black ooze started to pour out of his coffin. Later when the graveyard's keeper checked the grave, there was nothing in there. What do you think could be the cause of that?"

"Senile dementia?"

To her surprise, Vergil let out a small chuckle "Perhaps, or something more sinister."

They have scouted the ash meadow, then the gravestones closer to the gate. These were the latest additions to the graveyard. Further into the graveyard were much older graves, growing into intricately decorated crypts. These were burial sites of the oldest and often prestigious families. Some of their ancestors were still among the living, most long forgotten. So far nothing, Vergil tried to discern some demonic presence but accept the faint whisper in the back of his mind, there was nothing worth mentioning.

Lady sat on one of the stone benches, clearly frustrated.

"I'm starting to think Dante was pulling our leg."

Vergil watched her. He had no idea how to talk to any of Dante's friends. If it were up to him, he'd go to this place alone. If not for the job then for the peace and quiet the place provided. He sat down next to her, more calmly and quietly while fixing his coat.

Lady watched him for a while without saying a word. Her eyes landed on the book in Vergil's hand.

"What was the book you were reading, anyway?"

"Death and Gravestone symbolism, by Delia Prachi."

"Of course."

"It's quite interesting. Did you know that various symbols on the graves reveal information about the deceased?"

"Fascinating," Lady remarked sarcastically.

"For example," Vergil continued, pointedly ignoring her tone, "if there's an eagle on the gravestone, it means that the person was a civil war soldier, ivy represented friendship, and a vacant chair symbolized the death of a child..."

"Hm." Lady made a noncommital hum and checked her phone, it started to get dark soon, and they still hadn't made any progress, not to mention her effort at breaking the awkward silence worked way too perfectly and now Vergil won't shut up about some stupid book.

At that moment, a movement in the corner of her sight caught her attention. She followed it, noticing something akin to a shadow moving across the gravestones.

"Did you see that?"

Vergil followed her line of sight, "I'm afraid not."

As in a trance, Lady lifted from the bench and followed the strange shadow, with Vergil tailing after her. He put a hand on Yamato's hilt, prepared for any danger coming their way.

As they kept walking the graves became more desolate, the tombstones crooked and bent like teeth of some ancient monster. Vergil looked ahead at the stone buildings. They must be entering the crypt area.

It had a fountain in the middle filled with murky water. A dark, foreboding statue of an angel with its wings folded and curved all around it. Its face was covered in cloak as was the rest of its body. It held a metal lantern raised as if it tried to illuminate the path for wayward souls to find their final rest. The angel of death.

The moment Lady a Vergil stepped amongst the crypts, a heavy and suffocating sadness surrounded them like a dark cloak. It made even Vergil stop in his tracks.

"Wha-"

Whatever question Lady had, it died on her tongue. A bead of cold sweat ran down her face.

A grief like she never felt before had encompassed her completely. It clogged up her throat and turned her legs into lead. When was the last time she felt this hopeless? This miserable?

Images of a graveyard not unlike this one had entered her mind. A freshly dug grave, a coffin with a young woman inside, and a little girl standing above it. The girl couldn't see for all the tears in her eyes. A man's hand curled around her shoulders like a venomous snake.

You're next.

With a tearful gasp, Lady collapsed on the edge of a fountain. Hunched over, she saw her reflection on the water's surface. She's still that little tear-stricken girl she was years ago.

You've been a bad girl Mary.

It's time for a good spanking.

Lady buried her face in her hands, fighting desperately the pain. She was so overtaken by it she completely forgot about Vergil still standing there. However, he paid her no mind either.

His hand instinctively clutched Yamato, more out of the need for reassurance than immediate danger. He was no stranger to pain. In fact, he had a very intimate knowledge of it. However, such feelings usually stemmed from a certain source, they did not just randomly resurface at the most inconvenient times. Which only cemented his suspicion that there was something unnatural in this place. Despite these revelations, he could not bring himself to do anything. Neither fled or fought. He could just stand there hopelessly, being slowly consumed by waves and waves of misery.

His gaze landed on the endless rows of tombstones. How many wayward souls reside in there? Most of them are eroded by ravages of time, to the point no one can make the name of a person on the tombstone, but that's how it always ends isn't it? We may be mourned by a generation or two, but then we are forgotten, discarded. A mere speck in the sands of time swept away.

How many will mourn his passing, if any? Perhaps they rejoice, that the cursed son of the Sparda family is dead at least. Many wished his death, after all, and what about his family? He brings nothing but misery and pain to them anyway...they're better off without him.

Vergil was so deep in his gloomy thoughts he almost hadn't noticed the swift change in his surroundings. Almost. If his senses weren't so keen after a lifetime of fighting for his life in both this realm and another, he wouldn't notice the black shapes rising from the broken headstones and crypts.

"Lady."

No answer.

"Lady," Vergil called for her again, with more urgency as he saw the shadows moving towards her.

"Mary!" That finally caught her attention. Just as the black wraiths reached out with their inky talons, Lady jumped away from the fountain, grabbing her firearms.

"What are these things?"

"They don't seem hostile."

"No, but I am!"

Before Vergil has a chance to react, Lady blasts several bullets into the shadowy creatures. The bullets pass through them with a slight tremble of air. Vergil lets out silent curse as he jumps out of the way of the shadowy limbs trying to catch him.

It seemed that the shadows only dissipated with the slice of his sword. However, the shadows kept multiplying and not even Vergil's enhanced reflexes could keep up forever.

He learned the hard way why they were avoiding the shadows' touch when one misty limb curled around his throat from behind. A sharp stab of coldness ran down his spine, his heart almost stopped beating, and he couldn't move a muscle.

If it wasn't for a few well-aimed bullets he would probably turn into a husk.

"You okay?" Lady asked him with surprising concern.

Vegil didn't answer, his mind still on the brief encounter with the shadow. He had never been this paralyzed with fear, and he met many dangerous things in his life. This fear was almost unnatural, artificial.

"Don't let these things touch you." He growled through gritted teeth.

"Noted." Lady gave him a sarcastic smirk.

With the ever-increasing number of shadows and no plan on how to defeat them, Lady suggested a temporary retreat. They darted between the graves in hopes of dissuading the shadows, until they ended up hiding behind one of the family-sized gravestones, with twin tombstones serving as a morbid seating of sorts.

"Any plans?" Lady asked, breathing ragged from endless running.

"I may have heard about these creatures." Vergil's gaze locked into the distance, deep in thought.

"And? Vegil if you haven't noticed this isn't a tea party!!"

"I'm trying!" He hissed. He sifted through mental catalog of every demon he encountered in his lifetime, and albeit the number was large, there was a not-so-small memory gap from the times he served as a puppet for his dreadful master.

"These things..." Vergil continued, pushing down memories from days long gone. "...are called Sadness...Vestigial Sadness. They are born from the remaining energy of souls that haven't left this plane in peace."

"So, a ghost?"

"No, Vestigial Sadness is most definitely a demon. However, despite being weak, their incorporeal forms make them quite difficult to get rid of."

"Great, and how do we-"

A shadow passed through the tombstone right between them, prompting them to bolt out of the grave and keep running.

"There's gotta be some recordings on these things." Lady huffed. "Or maybe details about that person on the tombstone."

She almost wished she hadn't said the last part when Vergil pulled out the copy of Death and Gravestone symbolism with the most annoying smirk.

Several moments later they were standing in front of an old, decaying crypt. The decorative ornaments and shapes were long ground by sands of time, but you could still distinguish some shapes and faint outlines of names carved into stone.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Lady turned to Vergil who was still nose deep in the book.

"There's faint outline of broken chain. It says there it symbolizes broken family bonds. It could also mean premature death..."

"Uh, Vergil? We have company." Lady nodded her head towards quickly approaching shadows.

Without missing the beat, Vergil sliced the massive lock that held the crypt open and barged the door open. They shut the doors behind them the moment demons shadowy limbs were hairs width away from their faces.

Vergil watched as Lady pulled out can and sprayed the crypt door.

"What is this?"

"Demon repellent, pioneered by yours truly."

"It smells revoltingly."

"That means it's working."

Their conversation was cut by piercing wail that rattled them to the bone.

"Ugh, yep. It's really working." Lady winced with hands over her ears.

"Let's get into work."

With single flashlight illuminating the crypt and horrifying wails of the demons outside, the place became it's own purgatory. Lady frantically looked at every tomb, without really knowing what she's looking for. Once they reached the end of the crypt, Lady pointed the light at the wall in hopes they'll find some answers there.

"Wait. There's something on the wall." Vergil stepped closer to the wall and removed decades of webs and dust. Then, his fingers followed the path of letters since his eyes could not.

"Fate be changed...look inside...hm...there's something else written but I can't..."

"Here, let me." Lady handed Vergil the flashlight which he obediently held pointed at the sign.

"Pride...mend...mend the bond torn by pride."

"Well I think we found our sources of sadness," Vergil directed the cone of pale light on the two graves placed on each side of the sign on the wall.

As if on cue, another terryfing howl resonated through the stony chamber.

"Vergil, that repellent won't hold forever."

"Figured."

Without further discussion, the two of them turned to their respective coffin.

"These are suprisingly well kept," Lady prompted as she wiped the plaque of her tomb. "Morris Coleman, born 1837, died 1855. That's pretty young."

"This one's Simon Coleman, born the same year, died just as well 1855."

"So, brothers, maybe even twins. They died the same year. What do you think was the cause?"

"Perhaps a war, or an illness."

"Yeah but what about that writing on the wall?"

Vergil frowned. 'Torn by pride...'

"Vergil...what if-"

"Don't say it."

"Something happened between those two?"

Her only answer was silence.

Lady cleared her throat. "Anyway, we have some clues, what now?"

"The signs says look inside."

"Ugh don't tell me we're really gonna open these coffins?!"

"The smell won't be as bad as that of your repellent." Vergil spat.

With much cursing on Lady's part, they pride open the first coffin. They were welcome by decades worth of dank putrid smell. Even with hand covering her mouth, Lady still couldn't hold back few coughs. Meanwhile Vergil explored the coffin until he pulled out a silver signet ring with large emerald.

"Vergil look out!!"

He barely dodged a shadowy claws slicing through the air.

"Seems one of them got in." Vergil quipped as he got in fighting stance, yamato in hand. "Open the other coffin while I get rid off this thing," and without another word he charged at the wraith.

With much disgust and muscle strain, Lady pried open the lid of the coffin. This time, she didn't mind the smell since there were other things on her mind, like demons filling the crypt. She ransacked the bones and remains of clothing until she pulled out a ring similar to the other one, accept this one was golden.

She held out both rings in her hand and inspected them closely.

'Mend the bond torn by pride...'

'Mend the bond torn by pride...'

"Vergil! I think I came up with something, but you'll have to keep the wraiths busy."

Vergil slices the Saddness in two with powerful swing of his sword and turned to her.

"Lead the way."

-

Once more, Lady found herself running through the rows of tombstones, this time in another direction. Once this is over I'm visiting mum once a year max. She thought to herself. I place flowers on her grave and walk out.

She finally reached her destination. After the experiences in the crypt, the sight of weeping angel of death was almost welcoming. Her boots squelched as she threaded the murky water of the fountain. Lady had to climb into angel's embrace to get good look at the lantern it wielded. To her relief, there were waxy remnants of a candle.

She placed the two rings inside next to the unlit candle and starting fishing in her pockets for lighter. She remembered stealing one from Nico when her smoking inside the van got on her nerves, then forgot to return it.

She heard a painful snarl as Vergil fought his way throguh the respawning hordes of Vestidigal Sadness, he was losing his strenght, which was obvious by the fact the swarmed and curled around him like nightmarish snakes.

Lady pulled out the lighter at last and with trembling fingers started igiting the lighter, which was harder than usual considering her trembling fingers. She heard another hiss of pain coming from the cumulus of shadows and shuddered. One of these things just barely brushed her and it was like meeting with death, she can't imagine what it was like to be practically swimming in them.

'C'mon, c'mon!!'

Strike. Ignition. And finally, flame.

Lady stared into lantern watching the tiny flame flicker and die...

Then, the lantern bursted with eerie blueish light that almost blinded her, almost pulsing with its own heartbeat. The lantern glowed more brigtly by second. So bright, Lady had to hid her face in the stony drapes of the statues cloak.

Since Lady was too blinded by the light from the lantern, she was oblivious to her surroundings. Vergil, however, saw how with every pulse from the lantern the Sadness' disintegrated with mournful wail. Their deathly cold touch, draining his strenght, dissipated and he was once again standing alone in the middle of a graveyard bathed in etereal light.

And above the fountain, as if rising from the long-dead candle, were two whisps of smoke twirling in unison.

Together...at last...

If anyone asked Vergil he would deny the small smile finding its way to his lips.

-

Vergil and Lady arrived in Devil May Cry sometime after midnight. They haven't spoken for the entire ride home, both still trying to make sense of the last four hours.

When they arrived, Dante was already waiting for them, almost falling asleep from his place behing the desk.

"Y'know if you planned the sleepover on the graveyard I could at least give you some popcorn."

"Shut up," Lady gritted through her clenched teeth.

"Whoa, no need to bitch out at me. Get your ass in the shower before you shoot someone." Not phased by her grumpiness in the least Dante patted Lady on the shoulder as she passed him to head upstairs.

Then he turned to Vergil, smile still plastered on his face even if it faltered at Vergils glare. At that moment, Vergil had chance to study his brother's face in proper. Every wrinkle, every greying hair, the tiredness in his eyes. The image of cruffy, shaggy child who could not keep their shirt fixed flashed through his mind.

It's true they say you get sentimental with age. Vergil mused to himself.

Not giving himself or Dante choice to think about it further, Vergil stepped towards his brother, who defensively jerked back, and wrapped his arms around him.

It's hard to say who was more scared at the moment.

Vergil kept his arms in place, not really knowing where to put them or what to do next, he just boxed Dante, who still stood there frozen in shock, in place. Until Dante slowly, carefully enveloped his arms around hi brother as well. The moment couldn't last more than few seconds, but for the two brothers it felt like hours. When Vergil untangled himself from Dante's arms, he pressed something into Dante's hand and hissed, "Tell someone about this and you're dead." Then walked past him towards the stairs.

Dante, still pretty much schocked, just chuckled.

"Wait, Verge."

Vergil stopped, but did not turn around.

"Nero and uh, Kyrie stopped by for dinner and brought some caseroles. There's still some food left. Say, how about we'll have a midnight snack."

"It's 2 am."

"Then early breakfeast."

Vergil only then realized he haven't eaten since that toast he burned in the morning and conceded. Since Lady was in no state to drive home she joined them in the kitchen. Clacking of cutlery and banging of casserole woke up Nero and Kyrie who desided to spend the night at Dmc.

'How many rooms this place have?' Vergil asked in annoyance as Nero plopped next to him with full plate, trying his hardest to ignore Vergils presence. Vergil looked at his brother for help, but all he got was a thumbs-up. Ugh. It's not as if he has something against his...against Nero, but he can hardly interact with someone outside a swordfight. Combined with the complicated relationship he has with Nero, Vergil avoided interactions with him like plague.

He looked at his plate. Some pasta with creamy sauce and tomatoes. He collected some on his fort and brought it to his mouth.

"This is...good."

"You like it?"

He raised his head at the voice. Nero peered at him from his spot at the bench, hair tousled from sleep.

"Ah, yes. It's very...good." Vergil internally winced. He's so bad at this.

"Kyrie's beef pasta bake is to die for!" Dante grinned at him from his spot behind the table, face full of sauce. "Maybe we'll make a cook out of you yet."

"And bother me anytime you get hungry? i don't think so."

At that, he heard the girl quitly giggle.

Vergil pout another mouthful of pasta in his mouth, deep in thought. He had done things in his life that would be presumtuous to apologize for. Things that he can't take back or fix. People in this room don't have to like him.

He looked at Dante.

But he'll be damned if he left this world with a lifelong grudge being the only thing that follows him to grave for one person that truly cares about him.

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Hey babe I saw the sparda October thing and was wondering if you could do can I get a pumpkin spiced latte and going to a pumpkin patch with dante :) thank you!!

Hi 👋I've written a similar thing with the fall-mark au setting. There's a pumpkin patch AND getting coffee.

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Thank you all for the wonderful requests you sent me for Spardatober Event. Im currently working on one ask that contains three separate prompts and as such, has taken Most of my attnetion and writing time. Im giving it a lot of consideration so please be patient. I promise all the requests will be answered eventually.

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just looking in my ask box, your hoes's obssession with pumkin spice latte is botomless 😂

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Spardatober Event

Rainbow Dragon is back and I'm bringing a new event based on my favorite season of the year! Send me asks with one of these, ideally one that contains all three types, and I'll bake you an ooky-spooky ficlet with any character from Devil May Cry.

I'm can't wait for your messages💕

🎃Dialogue🎃

"what do you mean you've never gone trick-or-treating?!"

"you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?"

“You’ve got leaves in your hair.”

“What are you reading?”

"Here, take my sweater/jacket/coat."

"Your hands are cold."

"Are you scared?"

"You look cold, do you want a hug?"

"I bet you can't catch a leaf."

"You're soaked through!"

"Pumpkin spiced latte, please."

"You think anyone's ever died here?"

"It's sweater season!"

👻Actions/Scenarios👻

carving pumpkins together

baking halloween sweets

going to questionable lengths to decorate their house/apartment

throwing a halloween party

comforting the scaredy cat amongst them

putting an inordinate amount of effort into planning their costume

going to a pumpkin patch

exploring a graveyard

blackberry picking

wearing someone else's clothes

trick-or-treating

apple picking

watching scary movies

🕸️Prompts🕸️

Baking

Local bakery

Black cat

Thunderstorm

Big family dinner

Coffee date

Back to school/university

Fall-mark AU

Cabin retreat

Pumpkins

Warmth

Crunching leaves

Carnival

Halloween party

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