#Vitale Sparda

[ariseur]

Can I request dmc guys jealousy headcanons, if thats something youd be interested in writing? 👀

dmc guys jealousy hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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eidjdfjjeieddejeje why do headcanons take me sm longer to do

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intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in nero’s hcs (?), mentions of possessiveness and obv jealousy, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ for DANTE, i feel like he trusts you deeply and wouldn’t get jealous as easily as maybe, say— vergil?

❥ he’s pretty confident in your relationship but on the off chance he does get jealous, he’ll let it play out for awhile as he watches from afar.

❥ he’ll play it off as a joke, but if the person starts getting a little too touchy, he’ll ‘casually’ slide in with an arm around your waist and a kiss on your jaw, looking into the person’s eyes while you giggle at the sudden affection.

❥ dante would lowkey try to one-up them on the down low. oh, they buy you a drink? dante’s buying you ten. they compliment your hair? dante’s in your ear telling you how gorgeous you look today.

❥ and it’s not like he feels like he needs to give you false compliments just to one-up the other person, he just finds it amusing the way their jaw clenches when they see dante muttering in your ear while his eyes lock on them, a shit eating grin glued to his face because he knows what he’s doing.

❥ if you leave for whatever reason, dante might ‘accidentally’ make the person uncomfortable if they don’t get the hint already just by his tone. he’ll make passive aggressive comments if they’ve been getting too touchy, maybe nudge them a little too hard in the ribs or grip their shoulder a bit too tight at a ‘really funny joke’.

❥ dante does trust you though, it’s only when the person starts to get physical is when it becomes more of a problem. his energy speaks volumes, so you can tell if he has underlying intentions just from his smile.

❥ he’ll try to act friendly, albeit still a little petty, even if you know them personally. an arm slung across your shoulder or your waist along with scattered kisses across your face and shoulder is his main go-to. dante’s main goal is either for them to get the hint or for your mind to be occupied on him only.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ now VERGIL.. vergil is much more intimidating with his reactions. once he spots someone chatting it up with you and getting a little too close, he’s there in an instant.

❥ the only difference between him and dante’s reaction is that fact that vergil silently brews, eyes burning holes through the person as he watches quietly. he’ll take a seat next to you as his eyes never leave them, even once you greet him when he sits with you— just his piercing gaze staring them down.

❥ he swears that he doesn’t get jealous, that’s he’s better than whatever assumption you’re implying, oh my my! how dare you assume such things about this son of sparda?

❥ but alas, vergil gets hella jealous.

❥ it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just very possessive over you. and it’s not like he’ll keep you locked away for him and him only, either. it’s simply a matter that involves his own ego and i don’t know if it’s some demon thing, but he just craves your scent. that, or his scent on you. just something that tells people that you’re his and he’s yours.

❥ if the person doesn’t take the hint after the abundance in glares that vergil throws at them, he’ll start making remarks. nothing too serious, just initiating some sort of confrontation if he sees that you’re uncomfortable. if you don’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, vergil will second-guess it and leave you to your own devices, trusting that you’ll handle it at some point.

❥ i doubt anybody would try vergil, so i wouldn’t even consider that a possibility. he’s a devil hunter that’s over six feet tall with a fit body and yamato sheathed in his back pocket, nobody in their right mind would fuck with him.

❥ vergil obviously knows to be logical, though. he doesn’t let his emotions get the better of him during this time and hopes that you’ll know how to handle it yourself. although, he definitely wouldn’t mind scaring the person off a little more.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i honestly doubt that this man can keep his mouth shut. NERO just struggles with not making a stupid smartass remark every second.

❥ nero definitely has some insecurities that he buries, often only coming out in shorts bursts of when he can’t take it anymore. these jabs and quips that he makes are his form of concealing the fact that he’s insecure about himself and his abilities, especially if this is during or post-to-finding-out-who-his-father-is.

❥ i wouldn’t say he’s aggressive, but his mouth would def get him into big trouble. if he saw that you looked uncomfortable with the person or they started getting too touchy with you, he literally teleports next to you and greets you with a chaste cheek kiss. if you seemed okay with it, though, he’d try his best to brush it off but still glance at you every once in awhile (and by that i mean literally every minute) just to check on you.

❥ if he does decide to sit with you and just listen in on the conversation, he’ll basically just be hovering over you awkwardly. there are two ways this’ll go, either nero’s going to act all nonchalant like he doesn’t care even though he has a keen eye on whoever’s flirting with you (like father like son)— or he’s going to be really clingy with you.

❥ not really physically clingy, but more so clingy in the way where he’ll follow you around like a dog with heart eyes the whole time. even after you’ve stopped talking to the person.

❥ (he’s just like that, guys.)

❥ i think he gets a tiny bit butthurt afterwards though. i mean, he’s been called dead weight and basically has been looked down upon by both his father and his uncle, essentially being seen almost as a pest during the duration of dmc5.

❥ help this boy please, he def needs it

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ im sorry but i cannot see V as a jealous person

❥ i think v is a very calm natured guy, and i think he has a lot of faith in you. he trusts that you’ll be able to make the right choice in the end, and he knows that you wouldn’t just up and cheat on him or leave him out of the blue. he knows you know better and so he leaves you be.

❥ though.. it doesn’t hurt to watch from afar, does it?

❥ v is also an observer, he watches the interactions between you two as he studies both of your body languages. it’s not like he thinks you’ll do anything, it’s just his nature.

❥ griffon would definitely tease him about looking at you so much, squawking out nonsense as he calls v whipped for you.

❥ if he sees that you’re uncomfortable or you want to get out of the conversation— it can go a few different ways.

❥ one of the scenarios, for instance, would consist of him closing his book as he gets up and he walks over to the two of you. he’d greet you sweetly, side-eyeing the person in front of you as he kisses your hand. maybe he’d take a seat next to you just to let the person know that he’s watching. and if that didn’t work, griffon would certainly scare them off just by his yapping.

“shit, a bow tie? really? was your torso too wide for a tie or what?”

❥ overall, v isn’t a jealous person in general. however, he does love you enough to help you when you’re in need of a knight in shining armor. even if that knight is a gothic poet with an annoying bird and a panther at his side.

[bitterlycursedstars]

Imagine dating Vergil and him stabbing himself with the Yamato, summoning V to de-escalate the situation when you two argue because he has no idea how to deal with human emotions.

[ransprang]

Can I please request DMC boys V and physical touch hcs with gn!reader? SFW and/or NSFW is fine. Thank you! 💖 🍰

Heyyy I wrote some for the rest of the boys here!!

N/SFW and SFW Headcanons for V:

V is a gentle and mysterious soul, and his touch reflects that nature.

He often brushes his fingers through your hair, his touch feather-light and calming, soothing any worries or anxieties you may have.

V enjoys holding your hand, his grip delicate yet comforting, as if he draws strength from your presence.

When you're sitting together, he occasionally rests his head on your shoulder, seeking solace and a connection to the world.

V appreciates the power of touch in healing, so he's always ready to give you a warm and comforting hug when you need it most.

He often leaves lingering touches on your skin, tracing patterns with his fingertips, a silent expression of his affection.

V is gentle and passionate, his touch a mixture of tenderness and longing.

His hands roam your body with purpose, exploring every inch as if discovering a treasure.

V takes his time with caresses, his fingers tracing slow, sensual patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He's a master of sensual massages, using his fingers and palms to create a symphony of pleasure, his touch leaving you in a state of bliss.

V's kisses are slow and languid, his lips savoring every moment, igniting a fire deep within you.

Afterward, he holds you close, his touch gentle and protective, his whispered words of affection filling the air.

Your Stick,

Admin Sav

[yamatos-song]

Crappy edits I made for my Polish DMC modern AU. I need Nero's cosplay to recreate this.

[valentines-wolf]

Dadgil with Nero this, Dadgil with Nero that. Why stop with Nero? Why not have him emotionally adopt Nico? Why not have him have a fucked up relationship with reborn V where V is his emotional guide but Vergil treats him like a son anyways?

My Dadgil is that tiktok sound "Okay I'll get just one, its not that expensive. Well obviously I have to get him a friend. But what if they get tired of eachother, I'll get a third. Okay might as well get the full set."

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

I am from Gaza, Palestine, the events of extermination and brutal killing are going on our children. I hope that your humanity stands next to me and support my children and help them with something that you can do if it is participation or donation

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[maroji-draws]

Its one flashbang after another

BOOM SHALASKA

THE SOURCE ! ! !

[qfzeeph]

OOOAAAUUGHHHHHH i love V devil may cry

[ariseur]

'Ello luv, it's been a while since I saw someone writing for DMC ugh, miss when dmc(5) was trending... What a good time!

I don't know if your requests are open or not, but catch up with me!! Our pretty girls and boys with a vampire!reader! Or or— A WITCH! BOTH

Like, you choose if it's a bunch of headcanons, blurbs, a full one shot with a character or not, I just really want to see it!

Well, obviously if you can do it honey, if you can't it's fine <3

dmc crew dating a vampire 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

devil may cry x reader

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this was actually my first request on this blog!! i don’t know why i put it off for so long bc it’s literally so cool?? i ended up just doing a vampire instead of witch/vampire witch so i hope you guys enjoy considering my phone crashed trying to copy n paste this from my notes to tumblr 💋

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blood (but in the vampire way ykyk), fangs and mentions of sharp teeth, intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in v’s,

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ you are literally so hot in DANTE’s eyes, you could honestly do no wrong.

❥ i think you guys already know what i’m gonna say..

❥ if you feed on blood or need it for some sort of sustenance, dante will gladly volunteer. he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever.

❥ although, i’m not sure if vampires much like demon blood..

❥ eh, oh well. dante will still think it’s attractive, especially if you have fangs or some sort of sharper canines.

❥ only downside to being a vampire and dating dante is that you’ll occasionally hear a super bad transylvanian accent. like.. really bad.

❥ but!! if you’re also a demon hunter like him— and you have some cool freaky powers like draining blood or energy from empusas or really just any ability that’s useful, it’s heart eyes all around from him.

❥ you could be covered in blood or feasting on something and then you’ll spot dante in the corner wielding devil sword dante after defeating like seventy fuckin other demons and he’s just.. mesmerized.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ VERGIL’s much more curious about your species. do you have any weaknesses? are the fictionalized versions of your kind portrayed accurately? what are you exactly?

❥ luckily he’s a lot more quiet about his curiosity compared to, maybe— nico. his staring is intimidating, though. when he sits with you or near you, he’ll usually just study you. maybe it looks like he’s judging but he’s really just analyzing your appearance. especially if you have any distinctive features.

❥ if you have that dark ruddy aesthetic, he’ll likely admire from afar even if red isn’t exactly his favorite color.

❥ if you really needed it, he’d let you feed off of him although it’s definitely not his first choice. he’s not really a fan of being bitten, especially if you need to bite his neck or something like that.

❥ probably finds some esoteric artistic poem or painting with an underlying meaning of having to do with vampires and thinks of you every time he looks at it.

❥ his gothic poetic side is showing

❥ ugh i just wanna kiss his scowl so bad but i also wanna punch him.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ nero literally thinks it’s so cool.

❥ he might be a little wary once he first meets you? like are you gonna tackle him rn and sacrifice him with your own lil blood ritual?

❥ but once he finds out you’re docile or that you pick and choose on whom you feed on, he’s like, “oh okay that’s cool”

❥ probably like dante where the only version he knows of vampires are the hollywood adaptations of them. so like.. he’s confused if you can go into sunlight? or you can eat certain foods? or if you can go near churches??

❥ he, too, thinks you’re super hot. however!! very iffy about you drinking blood or feeding in front of him. not like it grosses him out but it’s kinda.. weird to watch for him?? idk.

❥ another thing is that he doesn’t want you biting him at all. he’s like vergil where he’ll be baffled if you even ask, except he’s super hesitant to offer himself unless you’re super injured and in dire need of it.

❥ just step on him to shut him up atp

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ V’s goth ass won’t shut up about how divine your species is and how fascinating he finds you.

❥ curious on your feeding habits and what you essentially need to survive, tries to find any and every book that he can about vampires so he can learn about you even more.

❥ he’s like those people who romanticize the 1800s or the salem witch trials or greece or ethel cain or lana del rey while kicking their feet and posting about it. he will find a way to make the situation poetic, trust me.

❥ finds it amusing if you’re annoyed by griffon’s teasing and threaten to eat him first if you were to ever go rogue, you might even be able to get a close mouthed chuckle out of v.

❥ utterly fascinated by just your very being, even if it’s just mundane traits. especially loves to see your fangs, dunno why but they’re just aesthetically pleasing to him.

❥ considering he’s kinda like a deteriorating human that’s basically turning into a husk, i wouldn’t recommend feeding on him unless you plan to kill him—which who would wanna murder our emo bae right here? (capcom)

❥ the type of person to roll his eyes at false folklore and representation because he’s literally in love with an actual vampire?? how dare they portray you like this??

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓛ADY — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ LADY also finds you super hot!!

❥ also interested because she’s probably never seen a vampire outside of media— so it’s a nice change of pace rather than being face to face with demons all day.

❥ despite all this, after the initial introduction, i’m not sure she’d care too hard? like— sure, you’re considered a supernatural being and all that.

❥ and although she thinks it’s super dope, i feel like it wouldn’t matter as much to her. she’s seen and done a lot of things at such a young age, i feel as though she’s almost desensitized?

❥ she’s so badass she can’t even care. she’s literally respected by dante, whom is titled ‘the legendary devil hunter’. (dmc5 did her dirty with her lack of part in the storyline 💔)

❥ she’ll respect any of your needs, and ngl also thinks you biting into her neck is hot.

❥ kinda surprised that you’re able to go out into sunlight even if she’ll never tell you that 😭

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓣RISH — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ another one who doesn’t care that much. it’s not like TRISH is dismissive of your species and where you come from, but she’s literally a full on demon who’s probably seen everything.

❥ you guys r so hot though, like the ultimate power couple.

❥ oh, and if you’re a devil hunter, too? you guys r gonna kick sm ass together. she’ll invite you to roll around with her for a while rather than with dante, although if you’re associated with devil may cry then that’s fine too. she’ll put up with dante’s ass just to visit you more often.

❥ i don’t recommend feeding off of trish?

❥ idk how vampires take to drinking demon blood

❥ but shit, if you have that red aesthetic and are just a total femme fatale (or other gender equivalent to that), trish is in charge of your outfits now.

❥ don’t even fight it, you will end up in the outfit regardless.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ICO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ oh boy

❥ if you’re lucky enough to survive the first meeting with NICO and you end up actually being in a relationship? you are def a trooper.

❥ when you’re first introduced, she bombards you with questions.

❥ where did you come from? do you have powers? are you like a demon and are there more of you? if so, can she harvest parts for a new bio-weapon? do vampires reproduce the same as humans? are you gonna suck her blood??

❥ she’s just a curious lady cut my girl some slack

❥ she thinks you’re so cool though!! wants you to tell her everything you know about vampires so she can log it. even if you’ve been in a long term relationship, she still can’t help but ask more questions.

❥ but!! as cool and hot as she thinks you are— like nero, she does not wanna see you feed and does not wanna be fed on!! (except.. maybe just one time to see how it feels.)

❥ ugh she just loves you sm please indulge her

[bitterlycursedstars]

I firmly believe that V/Vergil would absolutely not cheat on you.

As lonely as that poor man has been, I just cannot see it happening. He'd love and cherish you and never abandon you, after you get through his defensive wall, of course. I just do not see him seeking out another's company if he already has you.

And no, I'm not counting when he left LiR, he was a dumbass teenager who was blinded by his own thoughts and terrible past, and on top of that, I believe it was just a ONS

[ransprang]

Hi! Since you're asking for request i have a nsfw for you. Dante has a crush on the small seamstress who repair his trenchcoats. She's gonna make him a new one (maybe the one of DMC5?) so she gonna take him the new measurements and maybe Dante having her so close he decide to go wild and release all his sexual frustations?

Okay so this was revealed to me in a dream! Enjoy

Dante x F!reader (N/SFW in the trenches of love)

- descriptions of BJ

Dante made a routine visit to his local seamstress after a battle as usual. He particularly liked going there as he enjoyed the company and sight of the special y/n. She was known for her sewing far and wide but more than that Dante got flutters in his stomach and urges he would rather not share with anyone. This felt less of a chore and more of a break to him after a fight.

As Dante reached y/n's boutique he felt a bit nervous, but carried on regardless. He stepped into the shop looking for her, with a smirk on his face. He was up to no good today, Dante was feeling a little naughty. Y/n returned Dante the banter he brought with him, she countered his flirtatious attitude while keeping a modest distance due to her shy nature.

"Y/n you know what time of the month it is, and its not what you think!" he finger gunned and earned a raised eyebrow from the disappointed seamstress. "Dante, looks like you've outgrown good humor and perhaps your measurements too, now stand there so I can measure you." He rolled his eyes with a smile and stood before the woman, she was shorter than him. y/n's head came up to the base of his neck so she had to look up to maintain eye contact while he looked down. He could've almost kissed that forehead Dante thought to himself. He just gave her an awkward giggle as she maintained a ever so smiley face which she kept whenever Dante was around.

Y/n took out her measuring tape and started going around his shoulders. wrote something in her notepad, then she measured his chest and did the same. Then she measured his waist "still cinched...", Dante laughed and rubbed the back of his head embarrassed. He was feeling urges of letting his intrusive thoughts win but he was holding back his tongue as to not embarrass himself further after his entrance joke.

Y/n finally got on her knees and wrapped her measurement tape around his hips and was getting the reading near his zipper when suddenly she heard "suck it". y/n raised her eyebrows in shock, losing her smile to gasp and look up. Dante was looking down biting his lower lip. His expression showing a tad bit of disappointment that he actually said that, mixed with clear restraint. Dante subconsciously took his hand and placed it at the back of y/n's head and whispered again "suck it" with more conviction. He knew the situation was too far gone after the first time he said it so he decided to commit.

Y/n was struck with confusion but she didn't want to say no. Her hands let loose of the measuring tape and let it slip as her hands slid to the sides of his pants. After a moment of silence, Dante was losing his patience and his hard on was pushing against his zipper, so close to her mouth. He used his free hand to slowly unzip his pants and pulled down his trousers. Y/n looked at his dick, its pink tip touching the tip of her nose. She could feel a churning feeling in her heart, heart beating fast and mouth salivating. Y/n breathed heavily looking up into his ocean blue orbs. She slowly moved her soft lips and wrapped them around his member and slowly started moving back and forth with the aid of his hand hold back her hair in a pony.

Dante let out a sigh of relief and threw his head back, closing his eyes. "Aaah" he released as he increased the pace of y/n's head bopping by pushing her head. She gagged, increasing the grip against the sides of his hips. It was long since Dante felt the pleasure of having a woman's lips on his cock and especially a woman he actually liked. As he grew closer to climax he gritted his teeth and tensed his stomach as he groaned. He thrust faster into y/n's mouth as she choked and her saliva dripped down her chin. He made one last thrust pushing her head hard towards the base of his dick and counter thrusting as far as he could down her throat. She felt warm jizz slide down her throat as he closed his eyes tightly breathing relief through his mouth.

Y/n finally had the strength to push herself away and fall back on her bum on the floor. Dante immediately tucked his semi hard penis inside his pants, forgetting to unzip his pants. He dropped down to sit right next to her. Y/n was looking at him with a small smile as he panicked to grab the nearest fabric laying around in her shop to help clean up the saliva mess. y/n was finally catching her breath and she let out a laugh, Dante saw the lightheartedness and laughed with her and they both just giggled for a bit at the events that just happened. He had his hand around her shoulder give her a strong squeeze "that....was very good y/n, didn't know you had more talents". Y/n had a massive smile on her face "This was my first time", -"What?!!!" he let out a shocked exclaim. Y/n laughed "well yeah, I don't have the time nor any hot men that come around." Dante actually had a concerned and shocked expression, he seemed to be speechless. Y/n got up with the most arrogant smile and corrected her dress, "well Dante get up we still have work to get done." he got up baffled and wide eyed, Dante knew he was so impressed and he would definitely be paying more frequent visits.

Your Saliva,

Admin Sav

[corky-the-gluttony-demon]

DMC: An Absurd Comedy (A Devil May Cry Fanfiction) - Haunted by Dreams Arc - Chapter 10 (Conclusion of Arc)

Location: Vivian's Mansion, Snowfield

Date: January 7th

Time: 3:28am

As dawn approached, the group found themselves back at Vivian’s mansion. Inside, the group gathered in the parlor, Dr. Wakefield—now a broken, defeated man—sat slumped in a chair, his head hanging low.

Trish, her mission complete, was getting ready for her departure. She had already packed up her gear and was now standing near the door, looking back at the group. Her gaze lingered on V, who was leaning on his cane, still pale and exhausted from the ordeal.

 “You’re going to stick around with Nero and the others?” Trish asked.

V nodded. “For now. There’s still much to be done, there is still the matter of the other five deadly sins.”

Trish studied him for a moment, then offered a faint smile. “You know, you’re now your own person, right?”

V chuckled softly, a rare sound. “Whatever that means.”

Trish’s expression grew more serious as she glanced back at the unconscious Dr. Wakefield. “And what about him?”

Nero, who had been listening from across the room, shrugged. “We’ll turn him over to the authorities. They’ll have a field day with him once they realize who he really is—or was.”

Felix grinned. “Or we could just kill him.”

Corky, who was seated next to Dr. Wakefield, gave him a sidelong glance. “Prison should be fine.”

Vivian, who had been standing quietly by the fireplace, finally spoke up. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. “Thank you… all of you. For everything you’ve done. I don’t know what would’ve happened to Snowfield if you hadn’t intervened.”

Nero turned to her, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s what we do.”

Felix then cleared his throat, “And speaking of which…”

“Subtle,” Corky muttered with the roll of her eyes.

“Hey, we don’t do this work for free.”

Vivian caught the hint and nodded, moving over to a small desk in the corner of the room. She retrieved a thick envelope and handed it to Nero. “Your payment, as agreed. It’s the least I can do.”

Nero accepted the envelope with a nod. “Thanks. We’ll put it to good use.”

Vivian lingered for a moment, then looked around at the group. “You’ve done more than just save this town. You’ve given us hope again. It’s… it’s been a long time since I felt that.”

As the group prepared to leave, there was still one matter left to address. Mouse, the giant sloth demon who had surprisingly sided with them during the final battle, was sitting quietly in the corner of the room, his massive form somehow managing to look harmless. He had been docile since the fight ended, but now the question remained—what to do with him?

Corky looked at Mouse with a raised eyebrow. “So… what’s the plan here? We can’t exactly take him with us.”

Nero scratched his head, clearly at a loss.

Felix smirked. “We could leave him here. What do you think, Viv? Need someone to help with the heavy lifting?”

Vivian looked at Mouse a little warily. “I… I’m not sure… I… suppose he could stay. If he wants to.”

Mouse, understanding the offer, gave a slow, almost sleepy nod. He didn’t seem to mind the idea of sticking around, and the mansion would certainly be a comfortable place for a demon of sloth to reside.

Felix grinned, giving Mouse a thumbs-up. “There you go, big guy. Looks like you’ve got yourself a new gig.”

As the group began to make their way out of the mansion, Nico hung back, “Hey, y’all go on ahead I’ll be right there.”

"Seriously?" Nero said, raising an eyebrow as he noticed Nico lingering behind. Corky, sensing the moment, rolled her eyes with a grin and grabbed Nero by the arm, pulling him toward the door.

With the rest of the group making their way outside, Nico turned back to Mouse, who was in the middle of fluffing a pillow—though he was doing it at a pace that would make molasses seem quick.

“Hey, big guy,” Nico started, her tone unusually soft. “Guess this is goodbye, huh?”

Mouse looked at her with his usual slow blink, his massive hands still cradling the pillow. He didn’t say anything—he barely did—but there was something almost affectionate in the way he stared at her, like a loyal dog waiting for its owner to return.

Nico chuckled, scratching the back of her neck. “You know, I never thought I’d miss a giant sloth demon, but here we are. You’re not so bad for a big lump, you know that?”

Mouse blinked again, his head tilting slightly as if he were processing her words. Then, in the slowest movement imaginable, he raised one of his enormous hands and patted Nico on the head—very gently, of course. For a moment, Nico was taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise, but then she laughed.

“You take care of yourself, alright? And Vivian too. She’s gonna need all the help she can get with this place,” Nico said, her voice a bit more serious now.

Mouse gave another slow blink, his version of a nod, before returning to his task of fluffing the pillow. It was clear he didn’t really grasp the gravity of the situation, but that didn’t matter. Nico knew he’d be just fine.

With one last pat on Mouse’s massive arm, Nico turned and headed for the door, a small smile still on her face. As she stepped outside, the early morning chill hit her, and she found Nero waiting by the van, leaning casually against the door with a smirk on his face.

“You gonna cry?” Nero teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “It’s okay to cry, Nico. Dogs cry, cats cry-”

Nico shot him a glare, though there was no real heat behind it. “I ain’t gonna cry, you jerk.”

Nero chuckled, but his attention shifted as Nico turned toward Trish, who was standing by the mansion’s grand entrance, adjusting her coat as she prepared to head out on her own. Nico called out, “Hey, Trish, you sure you don’t want to ride back with us? Plenty of room in the van.”

“We’ll even let you take charge of the radio,” Corky added as she called out from the window of the van.

“I’ve got some business to take care of. I’m not heading back to Red Grave just yet,” Trish said.

Nero nodded, understanding. “What kind of business?”

Trish waved off the question with a casual flick of her wrist. “Just some loose ends to tie up. Nothing you need to worry about.”

With that, Trish walked down the steps, her silhouette disappearing into the morning fog. The sound of her footsteps faded away, leaving a lingering sense of mystery in her wake.

Nero watched her go, but he turned his attention back to V, who was leaning against the van, looking as calm and collected as ever. “Looks like you’re stuck with us now, V.”

V gave a faint smile, his expression thoughtful. “It seems that way, at least for now.”

Corky, curious as always, tilted her head. “So… are you sticking around for good? Or is this just a temporary thing?”

V hesitated, his gaze distant for a moment before he answered. “I’m not sure. I feel… fine, for now. But whatever brought me back, whatever magic is at work here, it’s beyond my understanding.”

Griffon, perched on V’s shoulder, ruffled his feathers and let out a squawk. “Yeah, this whole situation’s a real head-scratcher. But you know what? I’m not gonna think too hard about it. As long as we’re still kickin’ and takin’ names, that’s good enough for me.”

The van rumbled down the road, leaving the eerie mansion and Snowfield behind.

Location: Vie de Marli

Date: January 7th

Time: 4:58am

The first rays of dawn filtered through the thick canopy of trees that blanketed the island of Vie de Marli.

Lucia had always been an early riser, a habit ingrained in her by years of training as a member of the Protectors clan. She slipped out of her bed, her bare feet touching the cool wooden floor.

She dressed quickly, donning her traditional Protectors attire.

Stepping outside, Lucia took a deep breath, the cool morning air filling her lungs. The island was as beautiful as ever, its lush greenery and sparkling waters a constant reminder of why she had dedicated her life to protecting it. But even as she admired the familiar landscape, her thoughts drifted back to Dante.

She had always been fiercely independent, but there was something about Dante that had stirred feelings in her she wasn’t used to—feelings that had only grown stronger since he had left. She couldn’t help but wonder where he was now, what he was doing, and if he ever thought of her the way she thought of him.

Far from the village, hidden within the dense jungle that bordered the shoreline, a group of menacing figures moved silently through the shadows

At the center of this group stood their leader, a tall, imposing figure with a sharp, angular face and piercing eyes that seemed to burn with an inner fire. His long, red hair was streaked with gray, tied back in a loose ponytail that hung down his back, and his weathered skin bore the marks of countless battles.

One of his men, a burly demon disguised as a human, stepped up beside him, his voice rough and gravelly. “The island seems quiet, my lord Belial. No signs of resistance so far. The Protectors don’t seem to suspect a thing.”

Belial smirked, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “Good. Let them stay ignorant for a while longer. We’ll strike when they least expect it. And I told you to address me as Calum Mackie,” he commanded, his Scottish accent thick.

The demon grunted in approval, his brutish features twisting into a wicked grin. “Aye, and when we do, they’ll burn. This place will be a heap of ashes before they even realize what’s happened.”

Belial’s smile faded slightly as he turned his gaze back to the island. “This island has resisted many threats over the centuries. But they’ve never faced someone like me. The Protectors are strong, but their strength comes from their unity, their belief in their duty. If we shatter that… if we turn them against each other… they’ll fall like dominos.”

As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its golden light over the island, the peaceful calm that had settled over Vie de Marli was only a prelude to the force of wrath that was to come.

End of Haunted by Dreams Arc

[hades-in-bloom]

Curious

Vergil Sparda x Reader

summary: after he finally (and by accident) stays the night, he finds a reason to leave again in the morning. Prequel

warnings & contents: fluff all over; a little bit of angst; this silly little man does deserve good things (eventually); Vergil is vergiling again; could be age gap, could be none; the reader could be any gender; no mentions of y/n

a/n: this thing wrote itself. So it’s not my fault. As always, proceed at your own risk. Minors DNI! Masterlist xoxo

soundtrack: luma — devil saint

***

Everything about this feels strange to him. Foreign. Alien, even.

He tracks you with his gaze as you move around the kitchen, still in your pyjamas. He finds this particular piece of clothing strange, too.

"I need coffee," you grumbled at him right before that. To him, ‘need’ feels like too strong of a verb for something he doesn't consider essential. And he would never. Yet for you, it seems vital. This piques his curiosity. Or rather, you pique his curiosity. You—and those little frivolous rituals of yours that seem to shape the world you live in.

To him, it’s fascinating.

He continues to watch your every move until you draw closer to his chair. You hold two cream-colored cups filled with a dark, bitter liquid. Extending your arm, you offer one of them to him. His eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion. He doesn’t expect the gesture, you can see it in a way his shoulders tense, too.

“What am I supposed to do with it?” he asks bluntly, eyeing you up. There’s no malice in his tone of voice, just a smidge of frustration. Barefoot, he sits there clad in his well-tailored leather pants and an intricately designed combat vest, the buttons fastened all the way up to his chin. This way he makes an attempt to shield himself, clinging to the remnants of his dignity.

You give him a smile.

“Drink it,” you say, nudging the cup closer to him. You’re used to him slipping away without a word at dawn, so his decision to stay this morning leaves you taken aback. But you suppress your emotions, determined not to scare him off. “Come on, Vergil. It’s just coffee.”

He hesitates for a moment longer before his slender fingers wrap around the cup, taking it from you.

“Surprised you know what coffee is,” you tease gently.

He smirks faintly. “I’m a demon,” he retorts, “not a caveman.”

“Half-demon,” you remind him playfully.

He hums into the cup as he takes a sip. He doesn’t say a word back. You know he wishes he didn’t have a human heart. You know he believes it makes him weak.

“How is it?” you ask, watching him sip the coffee.

“Appalling,” he mutters in response. “Why do you feel the urge to drink it every morning?”

“Why do you feel the urge to flee from my bed in the mornings?” you counter with a teasing grin.

And then your heart stops. You heart sinks as you realise what you've just said in the heat of the banter. He frowns, and panic washes over you.

“Vergil…” you gasp, but he interrupts you.

“Silence,” he says firmly, though his voice is low. Gentle, even. You comply without question. He pauses to gather his thoughts. He needs a moment of his own to process.

“I am sorry,” you try again as the silence becomes unbearable.

“You have a right to be disappointed. I suppose,” he says suddenly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks as if this conversation is giving him a headache, but you know him better than that. He’s actually trying to talk to you about his feelings. Your breath hitches.

“I’m not disappointed,” you try to reassure him. He gives you a telling look. “Alright,” you admit quickly. “I am a bit disappointed. But I do understand.”

“Do you?” he muses, his eyes narrow. You understand his skepticism, too. He’s been through Hell and back, both literally and figuratively. You don’t necessarily share much in terms of life experiences.

Except for one thing: humanity. At least to some extent.

“I won’t hurt you,” you give him a promise.

“I’m not scared,” he scoffs, but there's a hesitation in his voice.

“Then what is it?” you ask bluntly.

“I…” He trails off, his jaw tightening. Abruptly, he stands up and sets his cup on the table. “I don’t need this,” he claims, grabbing his things and soon after leaving the house without glancing at you even once, retreating in shame.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing mind and nerves. Your heartbeat soars before gradually settling as a realisation hits you: he will find you again.

After all, he’s curious.

[minticecodes]

A (late) piece for dmcweek2024 day 4! I was buzzing to put forward something for the week. Prompt was alt universe.

AU where Eva survived the fire and had to figure out a way forward, believing the twins dead. She becomes an RPG shopkeeper selling wares ranging from antique books to magical goods (Devil May Scry). She's also out for Mundus' blood.

Image descriptions are the same as in alt.

[ID: 7 Digital illustrations and sketches. 1: Coloured illustration of a bookshop at sunset. Eva, a pale blonde middle aged woman mans the bright patterned counter. She wears a turtleneck and red shawl, has shoulder length hair, and diagonal facial burn scar and scarring on her left hand. Light rays illuminate her gently smiling face. Besides packed books, on the shelves are potion bottles, statuettes, succulents, and a displayed katana. Roses and plants decorate the shop. On the counter are a thick hardback, bookscanner, and crystal ball. Cards are displayed inside the counter. On the wall hangs a price sign, featuring doodled vital stars (large star drawn with sunglasses), holy water and fortunes. Beneath it is a rose wreathed divinity statue display, with 2 red orb offerings in a dish. 2: Eva from behind, sitting hunched alone at a table where a birthday cake sits untouched. It's a two flavour cake. By her clenched hand are crumpled tissues. Caption: 'Vergil...Dante...happy birthday...' 3: Eva bracing the Devil Sword Sparda across her shoulders, aimed at the ground. She wears a bell sleeved, ruffled funeral/wedding dress with a slit for leg movement. A veil trails behind her like a ribbon. Close ups of her show the headpiece design; a pacifier made of a long bird skill, feather, rose, and four skeletal 'legs'. 4 & 5: Trish taking on teen Dante's image: a tan teen in black, with chin length white hair, a halter neck tank top, leather pants, kneelength boots and black polish. Her leather jacket collar resembles lightning bolts. She leans against an invisible wall, one leg bent to brace her foot against it. She looks askance with arched brows, lifting shades from her face. The 2nd image is a 3/4 profile with shades perched on her forehead and popped collar. 6: Helmetless portraits of Dante and Vergil in armour, expressionless. Dante's hair is shoulder length and falls across his face. 7: Full body of 2 somewhat lanky demonic knights. One (Nelo Angelo) in black and blue with droopy horns rests his palms atop his blue broadsword's pommel, the sword upright against the ground. He stands straight, staring ahead. The other in white and red and curled horns has a palm clapped on Nelo Angelo's shoulder, other hand at his hips. Somehow the eyes on his helmet express playfulness. At his back is the hilt to a flail, the spiked ball resting on the ground by his armoured heels. They're labelled '~16' . End ID.]

Read more for some wordy backstory and sketches. TW for mentions of torture, abuse and solitary confinement surrounding the twins.

I had...so many more ideas that I'm leaving out to keep this short. It's fun to think how she'd mesh with the cast.

Like! her and Lady. Mother that lost her kid and kid that lost her mother. It writes itself how much unwitting projection can go wrong. And pretty much everything about her, the twins, and Trish :)

In terms of backstory:

After the fire she's alone. Her birth family disowned her long ago. She thinks about revamping the mansion but the idea of staying in that empty space with only memories for company is too much. So she eventually opens a small store.

Starts off paranoid and distant. Still is distant but gets entangled with the local community overtime. Greets people by name and they'll chat about how life has been going. This includes demon hunters and demons and supernatural beings living peacefully; her shop becomes a small safe haven to exchange information to stay safe.

Gets very good at forging protective charms. Haunted by the memory of the enchanted closet, smashed in and empty.

A regular is a schoolgirl who originally came to pick up reserved books for her father but stuck around because hey, this place is quiet and interesting, and the owner serves stellar teacakes. Great place to study. To Mary, Eva's kind, though odd, secretive and a little lonely.

I got inspired by Eva's association with the bangle/bracelet of time and the amulets for her fighting style. It's based around item crafting, like an RPG character slapping on every stat boosting item.

She stitches together different outfits for different needs Cardcaptor style. They're all exceedingly dramatic. It's not clear here but I wanted a bird motif to eventually come through. Phoenix motif, really.

[ID: Rough sketches: A magician esque outfit with vest, feathered tophat and cape. A longcoat with long skirt and long scarf at her back like a cape. The cape is tagged with 'spells stitched into fabric'. Close ups on the coat lapel show two pins (strawberry and wing), labelled 'charm lapel pins.' Close up of the shoes show sharp heals and ankle bracelets. Eva leaping in a black bodysuit and leotard, with feathery collar, quill behind her ear, and ballet shoes with a claw at the heel. Eva making a triangular 2 hand sign in a hooded cloak and longskirt. Around her shoulders are claws. At her hips is an hourglass. Above her heeded head is a clocklike halo. Beside her is a sketch of a woman with a lionhead mask. A funeral and wedding dress inspired outfit. Eva crouches, wielding the Devil Sword Sparda in scythe form. Her face is covered by a tattered veil. She wears a knee length ruffled dress, black gloves, and a long, ruffled cape. Close up of her left hand shows a ring and finger claws Rough comic. Chibi lady talks to chibi Eva. Lady holds up a black body suit with billowing sleeves and a cleavage window. Lady: "Eva what is this" Eva (smiling cheerfully): "Oh - that old thing!" Eva: "My old hunting outfit. Gosh I'd almost forgotten about it. Not the most comfortable thing - so skin tight..." However Lady fixates on 'my old hunting outfit'. The words go in one ear and come out as a younger Eva in a catsuit, pointing a gun with a serious expression, wind blowing through her hair. Lady stares into the distance, bewildered, and slightly blushing. End ID]

Meanwhile the twins are having a terrible time but they have each other, even if they don't remember they're brothers. I think it'd be sweet if they have a bond anyway. Everyone else thinks they're rivals at best.

(Nelo is Mundus' favourite to toy with as the proud, eldest son. But when he gets rough, Bianco butts in and acts up for Mundus' attention. This gets him sent to solitary confinement; Mundus figured out Bianco hates small spaces and designed an iron maiden for him. Others think Bianco is a brute who acts out for a fight. But that's ok. It means Bianco can keep buying Nelo time.) (When lucid, Nelo despises his own weakness when this happens.)

[ID: 2 Images. Nelo and Bianco Angelo in fisticuffs in a cartoony dustcloud, glaring at each other as they fight. They're captioned 'Mundus' most competent generals'. Additional text: 'silent, obedient, crushing force when apart. Perfect soldiers. ... until they're put together. Complement each other's battle style OR clash terribly. Nelo Angelo staring off, arms crossed and furrowed eyes somehow expressing being completely fed up. Behind him, Bianco and Griffin talk at each other. Griffin's glaring. Bianco has a hand up to gesture. End ID]

[tiankie]

Just a Nightmare

Note：Nero&Vergil

Endless Darkness Vergil’s consciousness struggled in the depths of a dreamless abyss. He found himself once again beneath Mundus’s throne, the weight of his armor binding him, the pressure crushing his chest like a boulder. He had once again transformed into Nelo Angelo. He tried to fight, but he felt as though invisible chains held him fast, suppressing his thoughts, stripping him of every ability to act.

Before him, Mundus sat high upon his throne, his immense figure seeming to swallow the entire hall. His cold laugh echoed, low and malicious, reverberating in every corner.

“Ah, Nelo Angelo, my most loyal warrior,” Mundus’s voice rang out, dripping with disdain. He rose slowly from his seat, his steps deliberate and merciless. Vergil’s body remained paralyzed, and though he fought with every ounce of his being, he could not break free from the nightmare's hold.

“Today, I have something interesting to share with you.” Mundus raised his hand, and dark red light flickered in the void. Then, a frail figure was suddenly dragged forward, crashing heavily onto the cold stone floor.

Vergil’s heart tightened as he forced himself to lift his gaze, desperately trying to see who this person was. But his eyes were locked in place, unable to move. Mundus sneered, leaning down to lift the fragile child.

The child, no older than five or six, had disheveled white hair, his face bruised and bloodied. His skin was unnaturally pale, as though he were a doll deliberately abandoned, stripped of warmth and vitality. What horrified Vergil the most were the blood-red eyes, devoid of any spark of life, as if they were a still pool of water.

“Nero,” Mundus said with a chilling sweetness in his voice, “my new toy.” He lifted the boy before Vergil’s eyes, a disturbing smile curling at the corners of his lips. “What a fragile little thing, isn’t he? But he will be a masterpiece in the future.”

The words struck Vergil like lightning, tearing through the pain buried deep within him. He wanted to struggle, to scream, but he could do nothing. Helpless, he watched as Mundus discarded Nero like a trophy, the child rising slowly from the ground, his expression devoid of emotion as though disconnected from the world.

Mundus grinned with satisfaction and continued, “Do you know? When my subordinates found him, he was just an orphan, unaware of his origins. When they brought him to me, I discovered this little one has Sparda’s blood running through him. The most ironic part? He’s your son, Nelo. Quite the surprise, don’t you think?”

Mundus continued his performance, his gaze turning toward Vergil. “He’s still too young, his powers not yet fully awakened, but don’t worry, Nelo. I will slowly reshape him, until his body and mind belong entirely to me. When he grows, I’ll make him into a weapon stronger than you.” He turned his gaze back to Nero, his smile turning even crueler. “By the way,” he added, his tone darkening as his gaze became piercing, “I’ve spent some time altering him. Until the process is complete, he won’t even know who his real father is. He’s your flesh and blood, yet he will become my tool. Isn’t that ironic, Nelo?”

Vergil’s insides churned with indescribable agony, as if countless sharp blades were tearing apart his soul. Even in the dream, he could not resist. He could only watch as Mundus toyed with him.

Mundus’s words were filled with malice, and his eyes turned cold as they locked onto Vergil. “Nelo Angelo, you’ve served me for so many years. Today, I’ll show you mercy. Let your son call me ‘father,’ shall we?”

As the words left his mouth, Mundus reached out, gripping Nero’s chin and forcing the boy to look up. Nero’s crimson eyes were hollow, devoid of any life, as though his spirit had been drained. His lips parted, and mechanically, he uttered a hollow, “Father.”

That single word, “father,” held no emotion, as though it were a response from an empty shell. Yet for Vergil, it was like a sharp needle driven straight through his chest.

Vergil’s eyes snapped open. His breath came in quick, shallow gasps, trying to calm the pounding of his heart. The world before him remained blurry, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to his thoughts, the weight pressing against his chest. Slowly, the dreamscape faded, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, trying to steady himself. But his heart continued to race, refusing to settle.

“Vergil?”

A voice called out, filled with concern. Nero stood in the doorway, his brows furrowed, noticing something was amiss. For a moment, Vergil froze, as though he had just broken free from the dream. His vision was slightly dazed, but it soon cleared.

“What’s wrong?” Nero asked, stepping closer, his gaze focused with an intensity that seemed to pierce Vergil. “Looks like you had a pretty bad dream, huh?”

Vergil didn’t want Nero to see his vulnerability. He tried his best to keep his tone calm. “It’s nothing, Nero. Just... a regular nightmare. I’ll be fine. I’ll recover soon.”

But Nero wasn’t so easily fooled. “Stop pretending, old man,” Nero said, shaking his head. His tone was a mix of impatience and concern. He took a few steps closer, his expression softening but still intense. “You don’t look like you’re fine at all. It wasn’t just a nightmare, was it?” He hesitated for a moment, then added, “What did you dream about? Can you... tell me?”

Vergil looked into his eyes, knowing that Nero could see through the walls he had put up. The boy’s sharp intuition always seemed to leave him with no place to hide. “Nero…” Vergil’s voice faltered, “I dreamed of you…” He paused, swallowing hard. “About you becoming in his hands ...... ”

Nero’s expression shifted slightly, as if realizing something. He lowered his head, his voice growing quieter. “Him？You mean Mundus, don’t you?”

Vergil remained silent, merely nodding in acknowledgment.

Nero sighed, stepping closer, and gently embraced Vergil. “I don’t care what happened in the past, Dad. Don’t let this shit get to you, okay? I’m here. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

Vergil was silent for a long moment. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Nero.”