#and Nero didn't even notice him

[meri-meri-mwah]

Ain't no way I just noticed this big teddy bear was watching Nero during the entire first fight sequence in DMC 4.

I gasped so loud when I found out about this.

[dictatortirah]

When did Nero found out he was trans?

In the cult, they had strict rules that separate girls and boys a lot. And Nero always had trouble trying to fit in, but he really didn't know why

Without even realizing it, he kept trying to pass off more as a guy whenever he can, like hunching a lot or making sure his horns are sharp (female goats have nubbier horns) by trimming every night, trying to hang out with the boys more and proving himself more physically fit(which he struggles with due to his anemia).

Only Mallet really noticed this odd behavior from Nero, and later they figured out what was up with him. They were both not alright with each other back then, but it was one of the few instances where Nero actually trusted Mallet to keep a secret.

[worldly-fluster]

Oki this is Part 2 of the "Someone else says I love you/asks you out before him"

I know at least some of you are excited for this, I hope it turns out good cause I have no plan, we ball lol

Sylus, Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

I'm gonna base what happens on the random poll I didn't mean to make and make this into mostly fluff-hopefully. @lemurianmaster Hope this met expectations ❤️

ALSO- I'm feeling a little unsatisfied with Xavier's so I might make a stand alone post for his, I mean, I'll finish this one but imma make another cause it just doesn't sit right with me how his went. I is unsatisfied lol

Sylus-

Recap: Sylus saw you being friendly with a 'rando' at a coffee shop, the last thing he heard before the guy left was 'bye babes, Love you!'

•...Uh Oh. Oh no.

•He was nothing if not pissed.

•Before he could get up and get between you two, you both went separate ways and you came back to your seat next to him.

•He already has Mephisto following the guy though.

•He would do it himself but he wants to spend as much time with you as he can.

•He gives you a smirk, with a raised eyebrow. If you squint you could see a little bit of a furrow between.

•You barely notice, still too happy off of seeing 'that rando' as you start prattling off.

•He's in the middle of imagining ways to...play with this guy, not really paying attention to what you're saying and nodding along, when he hears it.

•Something that makes him freeze up.

•"-I haven't seen my cousin in so long-"

•He doesn't even realize he stopped breathing for a moment until you ask if he's okay.

•His shoulders relaxed, as if the weight of the world left his shoulders as he smiles.

•"I'm alright now Sweetie, just figured something out that has bothered me is all...what do you say we go to my place for some one on one time? I think Mephisto needs attention."

Xavier-

Recap: Tara was bored and Nero was wanting to start shit lol. Nero tried asking you on a date, as a friend of course, and Xavier didn't take it well...

•Xavier didn't know what to do.

•He wants you to stay by his side at all times, but if being with someone that isn't...him... is what will make you happy then, what else can he do?

•He feels that pulling away from you would help but every time he even thinks about you with someone else, well, his evol acts up...

•One time his evol caused a black out and you kinda freaked out in your apartment alone, you booked it to Xavier's apartment for 'safety'.

•Needless to say after that there were multiple power outages.

•Just knowing that you would choose to go to him instead of anyone else-any man- it made him feel better.

•He can live like this...for maybe a bit more.

•He'll tell you sooner or later but right now he just wants- needs you.

Zayne-

Recap: Zayne overheard you and Grayson trying to figure out how he(Grayson) can confess to a girl he likes but Zayne misunderstood it thinking Grayson was confessing to you, he gets overwhelmed from work and the stress from this 'confession' and passes out. Next thing he knows he's waking up to your note telling him to rest...

•Zayne refuses to talk to Grayson in the week that follows.

•He just can't get it out of his head, hearing him 'confess' to you really hit a nerve.

•It doesn't help that he hasn't been able to see you or hear from you in that time because you got swamped in work, he knows you procrastinated but it came back to bite you. He just hates that it bit him too. Huff.

•In his mind you and Grayson may as well be dating, especially since he heard that Grayson got a girlfriend the day after he heard the 'confession'.

•He stressing.

•Yvonne went into his office one day and when she saw him working non stop, she convinced him to take a short break. His hands were shaking from too much Caffeine and not enough food, so he agreed easily.

•He could not have been more grateful for this break.

•He saw Grayson eating lunch with this girl, holding her hand, staring lovingly into her eyes. They kissed.

•At first he thought Grayson was cheating on you, but then the pieces started to come together.

•You weren't dating Grayson.

•He felt like his heart was flying.

•The feeling of relief made his head spin slightly, or that could have been the lack of eating, who knows.

•He immediately pulled out his phone, with a soft smile on his face and called you.

•"Hello?"

•"It's been a while. If you aren't busy, would you like to go to the new bakery that opened not far from the hospital? We can catch up, my treat."

Rafayel-

Recap: He was wanting attention and tried calling you but you didn't answer. He got excited when you 'called back' only to be disappointed when he heard you talk about being in love with this Mystery guy, he got sad and hung up. We ended with him cuddling with your plushies and blankets you left at his place. Now we continue...

•He is ignoring you...for all but 10 minutes.

•He sent an S.O.S text to both you and Thomas.

•then put his phone on silent to wait.

•Ended up falling asleep in the blankets and plushies.

•Woke up not long after to someone banging on his door.

•He wonders who it is.

•When he opens the door, he doesn't even get the chance to get a full 'Welp hello miss bodyguard' before you're all in his business. Checking for injuries and making sure he's okay.

•His heart feels like it's dying. He swears.

•"Why did you text S.O.S??? Thomas is freaking out thinking your dying!"

•You notice he isn't responding and just staring at you.

•You take his face in your hands and rub your thumbs on his cheeks while searching his face.

•You can hear him breathe in sharply as his hands loosely grip onto your wrists to keep them there.

•This.

•This is where he belongs. In your hands.

•Even if you 'love someone else', as long as you stay by his side he doesn't mind facing the world anymore.

[viciousvortexx]

Some of my Vergil headcanons

just random headcanons about anything <3

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★ Vergil likes to leave gifts on places he knows you could easily find, like over the table, over your bed, in front of your door. He'll always do it before he's gone for a mission, and when he's back, will casually ask while you're talking to each other, “did you like the roses?”

★ Physical touch to him is something very intimate, no hugs or something like this unless you're close to him, he watches over his personal space.

★ Still talking about physical touch, there's nothing more intimate than holding someone's hand, this means how comfortable and close you're and how much you trust this person to let your guard down to relax and hold hands. Touching hands it's like a bridge to connect yourself with someone else. Also, this means he would love to caress the back of your hand, trace the patterns of your palm, kiss it...

★ Eye contact is also very important to him, it's noticeable how hard is for Vergil to keep eye contact on casual situations, even though he's trying his best. So when those crystal clear blue eyes are locked on yours, he won't take them away unless someone else appears, eye contact is powerful and can talk more than words.

★ He loves to do cleaning, taking off his coat to wear an apron instead.

★ When hugging, he'll place one arm around your waist while his free hand gently press your head to his chest, peting your hair.

★ Secretly sings his favorite songs when no one is around.

★ Organize his books by alphabetical order.

★ Definitely would use those silk pajamas sets with buttons.

★ About Vergil's phone: the brightness will always be too high or too low, the speakers are probably low cause he was watching cute and funny cat compilations on the van and he didn't want to bother, definitely there's a lot of accidental selfies he took by opening the camera and the ringtone is LOUD, really loud (he doesn't know how to change it properly and is ashamed to ask Dante or Nero since they'll probably make fun of him).

Plus: use a lot the thumbs up emoji after someone complained he only views the messages and doesn't say anything, so he started to use the thumbs up as a reaction.

★ He likes to make his tea the old way, doesn't like tea bags.

★ Call anything technological a "device" since those things are new to him and he's learning the names and how they work. “Nero, come here, my device is broken again.”

★ The only time you would see Vergil with his hair down is when it's wet or if he's too tired to groom it (like, can't even keep his eyes open), if not, he'll always groom his hair to make it look the way it is, he's a man of routine (and also it makes him look different from his twin, so that's why he isn't going on public with his hair down).

★ He loves classical music, but that doesn't mean he isn't open to discover new genres and tunes.

★ Vergil used to make dog ears on the pages of his books when he was a kid to continue reading it later, but he noticed it crumples the paper so stopped doing it.

★ He is extremely warm because of his demon nature, just like an walking oven baking cookies, that's why cats are always attracted by him, there's often cat fur on his coat, probably Vergil faced a kitten on the streets and it started to butt the head on his legs to feel his warmth.

★ Always have a pleasant smell, unless when he's back from a mission, that's why he takes so long in the bath.

★ Loves citrus fruits.

★ Vergil takes a lot of pictures of the sky and nature, he treasures them and shows to the ones he treasures the same way.

★ Won't tell anybody if he got hurt during a mission, waiting for it to heal by itself (this also happens if he get sick).

★ Heard Dante listening to dad rock once, after that he tried to listen to a couple of songs too and started to like it.

★ Knows a bit of Latin from old books he read once.

★ Vergil is passionate and enthusiastic about the things he likes, he can spend hours talking about it with that glimmer he has on his eyes when happy.

★ The same way he likes someone to listen about his interests, also likes to be the one who listens to it from others, he's a very good listener.

★ One of his hobbies is writing his own poems on yellowed rag paper with a feather pen (things he like to buy with his money), he keeps them hide inside a little box.

[icycoldninja]

Can you write the DMC boys with the reader in a scenario where she had to be bridal carried by them?

I just rewatched “The Cat returns” and the scene where the MC is exhausted, panting on the stairs when one of the male leads decided to bridal carry her because the antagonist are still in hot pursuit

(Seriously this Ghibli film is underrated asf, more ppl should know abt it)

In this scenario, the reader could’ve had an injured ankle due to loosing footing or just exhausted from being chased by demons for a long period of time so she just stands there panting, urging them to leave her behind as she’ll catch up later

They boys are like: “no..not on my watch” 😒

So they snatched her up and carry her away while being pursued by loads of demons from behind not so far away

P/S: They’re still in their crushing phase, so the reader is just bashfully and embarrassingly brooding in their arms while trying to avoid eye contact with them bcz of how hot her face is and they’re trying to search her gaze, hoping to find the answer they need within her eyes

Yeah sure, here you go.

Sparda boys + V x Reader bridal carry headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-You guys were running up the stairs to a long, winding tower while being chased by a horde of demons.

-Somewhere along the way, you twisted your ankle and fell behind.

-You being the selfless person you are, you urged Dante to leave you there, but he being the stubborn ass he was, he refused.

-Sinc you were pretty much a cripple at this point and the demons were gaining on you, Dante ran up, scooped you into his arms, and carried you up the remaining flights of stairs.

-You never expected something like this to happen and didn't know what to do, so you just remained there, blushing and trying very hard not to show him how red you were.

-Dante was not helping in the slightest; he was staring at you like you held all the secrets to the universe. This whole situa35ion was very awkward, but also cute.

■ Vergil ■

-You and Vergil had been running from demons for hours; you'd grown completely exhausted and were now doubled over and panting heavily on the landing.

-Vergil saw you and sighed. Humans, pathetic, weak creatures with poor stamina.

-You told him to just go and let you fend for yourself, but Vergil knew that if you couldn't even ascend a flight of stairs, you wouldn't stand against all those demons.

-Without a word, he rushed over to you, lifted you into his arms, and began carrying you around bridal-style.

-You were absolutely mortified in this position, evident in your tomato-red face.

-Vergil was only continuing to stare at you, making your embarrassment that much worse.

□ Nero □

-Nero knew you wouldn't be able to keep running up the stairs any longer and he was right.

-There you were, doubled over and panting heavily, your lungs burning with air while a horde of demons and other foul creatures scampered after you.

-You knew this too and tried to get him to leave you, but we all know Nero's a stubborn bastard like his uncle, and that he'd never leave.

-If he didn't get you out of there now, you would be overrun, so Nero hurried on over to you, scooped you up like a sack of potatoes, and bridal carried you up the stairs.

-You were absolutely flabbergasted and felt a powerful blush growing across your face, but you did your best to hide it.

-Nero noticed your furious nervousness and couldn't help but smile. Cute thing like you must have feelings for him, how precious.

● V ●

-Although not a normal human, V's stamina is quite similar to yours.

-Both of you were running from demons, just trying to survive, when he noticed that you weren't huffing and puffing alongside him.

-He turned, looked, and saw that you had twisted your ankle somehow and were now sitting on one of the landing areas, watching the encroaching demons fearfully.

-V stumbled over to you, and despite your protests, decided to pick you up and carry you away, bridal style.

-How he did not collapse into a shambling pile of bones is beyond anyone's guess, though Griffon suspects it was "the power of love" that gave him strength.

-Regardless of how he did it, you found yourself blushing madly at V's noble behavior and try as you might, couldn't hide your huge grin.

[smorksthings]

Astarion x Druge — Fangs | HC

Gender-neutral reader/Durge, no pronouns mentioned | Author's note: I started playing with my durgie and can't help but imagine him (my Durge) with sharp canines, and how Astarion would see them | Not proof read, NSFW implied ; undercut incase | words

Astarion had easily taken to your... Murderous habits. He had such a casual relationship with murder himself, it didn't really matter to him that you would as well.

I mean, I wouldn't even say that he didn't care either, he relished that you had something in common. The bloodlust, that is.

But the fangs? That was something else.

He didn't really notice them at first, perhaps habituated to the sight from spending so much time around other vampire spawns and Cazador, but he eventually did.

Astarion noticed when looking amongst his peers, and then you. He more so noticed that everyone else had dull canines, and realized that it was probably not actually normal to have sharp teeth.

But for a very long time, he didn't quite care, either. Sharp teeth? Gods, who cared! Vampire had them, he didn't get the appeal at all!

Until you used them in a fight and oh boy was the appeal ever so present. Seeing your teeth sink into some unsuspecting creature, seeing the blood dribble down from those fangs of yours? Exquisite.

Perhaps he would be inclined to have you use them on him instead? It wasn't often that he got bitten, after all, he was doing all of it himself, never the one bitten.

But Gods above, you went from hot to intoxicatingly hot when he realized he had a thing for sharp teeth, your sharp teeth.

Astarion spends time dotting on you and your teeth afterwards. Sickeningly sweet words, complementing the way you bite.

Everyone is absolutely perplexed at his own behaviour towards you and your teeth, his utter fixation upon seeing them in action. It's a lot, even for a vampire spawn.

This one is a little short because I didn't want to get too NSFW, but might update the more I think about Nero and his sharp teeth

Characters I write for | Masterlist

[hyperfixatedcatlover]

The Little Dancer In The Spider's Web - Prologue

Yandere Phantom Troupe x Ballerina Reader

So, this idea came to me randomly. I was wondering what a nen user with powers like Risotto Nero's stand Metallica would be like and wrote this. um, enjoy.

TW: Death of Sarasa, mentions of Kurta Clan Massacre, mentions of implied non-con (not the troupe members), future yandere behavior, MDNI

I do not condone these behaviors in real life.

I never belonged in that city.

Words you commonly think whenever the news of another massacre/heist done by the Phantom Troupe is reported on the news. The sentence wasn't too hurtful, for you know they were true. Even when you were a little girl in the place few know the existence of, whenever someone said it, you knew the words were true. Even as they defended you. Little you, abandoned with nothing more than a name stitched on a tattered blanket, birthday made to be the day you were found, raised in Meteor City, the city of criminals.

Why did I ever think I did?

When you were young, you met Sheila, a girl just a couple of years older than you, who gladly took you in as a shadow. Following her silently, clinging to her hand our hiding behind her when talking to adults, where ever she went, it wasn't a stretch to assume you weren't far behind. It was her who introduced you to Sarasa, another kind girl who took you in like a kid takes in a puppy, constantly jumping about with excitement. The three of you became like sisters. It was them who found the book on ballet, and it was your sisters who introduced you to him.

Why did he think I belonged with them?

He was thin and pale, but his hair was a rich black. His gray eyes seemed to know everything. By looking at you, it felt like he was watching your every memory and hearing your every thought like a movie. When he wanted to voiceover the VHS tape of The Power Cleaners, your sisters were on board, but not you. No matter what the two did, little you was so shy, a rabbit quivering in the city of wolves. Chrollo noticed your shyness and didn't seem to mind. He soon became another one you clung to. Shadowing him during days you couldn't shadow one of your sisters. He introduced you to them.

Why did they think I belonged with them?

They all knew eachother before, you could tell. One bonus to being so quiet that you're almost unnoticed is that you learn how to observe. Movements, sounds, patterns. Who a person first looks at and how says a lot about the dynamic between them. You met Pakunoda first. She seemed so mature despite being a teen, but that wasn't shocking. You grow up quick in that city, childhood is a mere biological stage in life. She was also close with your sisters, but there was always something that never seemed sisterly about her. Her eyes sharp, sharp enough to pierce through you, especially when you got close to Chrollo, you stopped shadowing him after a few too many glares from her. Then you met Uvogin, Feitan, Phinks, Nobunaga, Shalnark, Franklin, and Machi. They had known each other too, but some were closer than others. Uvogin and Nobunaga seemed to be connected at all times. Uvogin was like a wolf held back by something, and after seeing Nobunaga start a fight over a junk pile, you understood who was holding him back. They often joked about your height, being so small that one would sneak behind you and pick you up. Feitan, Phinks, and Shalnark seemed like a trio of troublemakers. They were, often pranking you and teasing you, something you still don't know if was done with malicious intent. They were good at hiding that from you. Machi seemed to go wherever and find a spot within the group. Her gut telling her where she should go, who she should trust, what she should do. Her instincts were almost always spot on and her cold demeaner somehow seemed less apparent with you. Franklin was always just there too, it felt. A silent protector, his size scaring off unwanted stragglers. He spoke little, but when he did, he was calm.

You weren't loud, speaking was hard, but you could dance.

The ballet book your sisters gave you was something you knew you'd like. You always had a rhythm in your step, you were always flexible, and you were silent. Moving about like a swan would, gracefully, silently, purely. The book had words in another language and you'd beg Chrollo to translate whenever you and your sisters saw him. You didn't like being alone with him, especially with Pakunoda not far behind. The book contained pictures of poses, step-by-step guides on moves, warm-ups, ballets, and everything you soon fell in love with. When you were alone, you'd go through the motions in the book, do the stretches, the moves, and make up your own dances. When people saw you dance, you seemed to hypnotize them, especially them. Uvogin and Nobunaga wouldn't pick you up, Feitan, Phinks, and Shalnark wouldn't tease you, Chrollo, Pakunoda, Machi, and Franklin would silently observe. Your moves were a little clunky, not having the music you needed, but they worked well. You loved to dance, and silently had the dream to become a dancer at the York New City Opera House, the worlds most famous stage, especially for ballerinas. You never told anyone, as you hardly ever spoke, but they could guess you wanted to be something more than a girl who could do a few tricks. Everything felt fine, normal, and happy. Well, as happy as things could feel in Meteor City.

Then the trio became a duo.

When you all split up to look for Sarasa who didn't show up for the recording that day, you went with Sheila. After failing to find her in the junkyard, you all reconvened, where one of the adults was taking the body wearing Sarasa's clothes to wear all the corpses go, a burlap sack held on top of the corpse. But then, you noticed something missing. Many in the group heard your voice for the first time that day when you said in a quiet voice,

"Sheila, where did Sarasa's head go?" Nobody answered. What could anyone say to that? When Chrollo looked at the bloody burlap sack, his reaction said it all. You were the most fragile. The silence broke you, the sight etched into your mind broke you. You fell to your knees, crying and silently screaming. Sheila's near crushing grip on your shoulders came after you fell to your knees like a puppet without a string. She pushed your head into her chest, holding onto you like you'd vanish if she let go. The grip was more for her than for you, you think. What else happened after the discovery is unknown to you. You faintly remember being picked up by someone, carried home, and being tucked into bed.

You were even more silent after that.

Everyone was shaken. Everyone felt a hollowness now that the bright energetic girl was permanently missing from your lives. Chrollo and Uvogin seemed to be the angriest. Uvogin was always quick to punch first and ask questions later, but there was nobody to punch in sight. Chrollo's anger was a quiet, simmering rage. Like a pot about to boil over, but nobody would realize until the burning smell permeated through every possible barrier. Everyone else seemed snippy. You distanced yourself for a while from them. From everyone really.

It took two years to dance again.

Everyone else seemed to recover. A secret strength unlocked in them. A year later, Sheila left to pursue her dream of being a hunter. You couldn't blame her. Everyone grew sick of this place eventually. A few days after Sheila left, Chrollo came by. You were stretching, using a decrepit table to prop your left foot on as you leaned to the side, right arm extended and touching your pointed toe and your side perfectly aligned with your leg. You remember the conversation to this day.

~~~~~~~~~

You paused as you heard a gentle knock and a gently calm voice asking to come in. Of course you let Chrollo in. You found some security with him and the Troupe. They seemed to ease up on teasing and piercing stares after a while. They were distracted by some promise Chrollo made Uvogin. You were going to ask if he needed anything but stopped when he said, "Do you want to join the Phantom Troupe?" You were slightly surprised.

"Is that the new official name for your acting troupe?" You were still quiet, but after Shelia left, you had to speak more.

"We aren’t acting anymore." That should've alarmed you, but everyone changed after the death of a member of the troupe. You just lived in denial. You turn to face him, looking up into his steely grey eyes.

"Then what are you doing?" Creaks in the floors from the other room let you know that the others were in the house listening for your answer. Quiet people always listen.

"Revenge."

"Oh." You knew this. This was something you wanted to avoid thinking about.

"Do you want to join? I know Sarasa was like a sister to you." Your fingers clutched the table behind you.

"No." Chrollo looked surprised for the first time, but only vaguely. His brows slightly raised and his eyes held that look of a predator figuring out the best way to catch his prey.

"No? You refuse to avenge your family?"

"I think we'd become the same monsters that killed her." 'We all know I don't belong in this city. Why are you even bothering with me?'

"People leave their stuff here. They need to learn they can't take it away. We'll be the ones to teach them."

"I refuse." 'I'm a weaking. I'll slow you down, I hate drawing blood. I can't do anything to help you.'

"Fine." Chrollo said curtly. He turned and left the building, the footsteps of the others following.

~~~~~~~~~~~

That was the last time you saw them in person.

Getting used to being alone took a while. People heard your voice more, people mocked you more. You realized how much you were guarded from when you lost the silent protection. But the pastor of the church took pity on you. He trained you in the same power that he taught the others. He told you how they asked him to not teach you as they could protect you, but now that they were gone, he'd teach you Nen. You caught on quick. The training making sense to you as ballet was also about patience. In a few months, you were able to do the water divination. You were a manipulator. After a few more months, you found your Hatsu, iron. Controlling iron came naturally to you. You never realized how deadly this was until a night you were dancing in a clearing, tucked behind several junk piles. You were practicing your pirouettes when a large man tackled you from behind, pinning you down. You knew instantly what he was going to do and your small size didn't help at all. You called your nen to do anything that would get the man to let go of you. When a warm liquid reeking of copper started dripping on your head and back, you realized what happened. You slid from his grip and watched as he coughed up blood and vomited razor blades.

It was that same night you left Meteor City.

 You ran into a well dressed man in your haste to get away from the bloody mess. He stopped you and asked, "Were you the dancer in the clearing?"

You shakily nod your head. Your mind racing. He smiled and said "You have talent. What if I took you from here? Taught you how to be a dancer? I own an opera house, and am famous for the dancers I teach." You believed him. Machi described the feelings her instincts gave her and what was brewing inside you matched.

"Yes."

With a single word, your whole life changed. You wrote a few letters. One for the council, to tell them you were leaving, one for Sheila, and one for the Troupe. The man introduced himself as Peter Ivan, and drove you to an airport where you got on an airship and landed in York New, where drivers picked you up and took the two of you to his penthouse apartment. He had his maid go scrub you down in the tub, gave you a good nutritious meal, and a warm bed. In the morning after breakfast, he led you to the studio in his suite and asked you to show him what you knew, which you did. He watched with an analytical gaze. He saw you had raw talent, your moves were objectively correct but needed more precision in the movements. He needed to break apart everything you knew and teach it to you again, which he did. He taught you everything, and introduced you to his dancers at the York New Opera House as a member of the Corp de ballet. You rose through ranks, eventually becoming a Prima Ballerina. When Peter passed away, lung cancer, he left his properties, assets, and opera house to you. You were now a star, shining under the spotlight.

Then you made a discovery.

Walking up the opera house stairs to rehearsal one morning, you caught sight of a newspaper dropped by a random person before you arrived. In bold lettering, you read:

Kurta Clan Slaughtered, Eyes Missing! Phantom Troupe Activity Suspected!

In shock, you couldn't hold your stomach and vomited everything inside it into a trash can outside the doors. The dancers nearby hurried to you and apparently you looked like you went through the wringer. One drove you to your apartment and helped you inside and set you up with some water and a blanket before leaving to rehearsal again. You were in a daze. 'How is that vengeance? Why did you do this?' You didn't realize that in a couple of years, you'd get the opportunity to ask them.

Little did you know, that in a few years, you'd be a butterfly dancing on a spider's web,

[spiritually-a-blorb]

in light of me being a little silly, a little sillier, and finally reaching my silliest peak, I would like to introduce my favorite cringefail loser and give you headcannons about him

- Lester still had slightly purple veins after the possession. it was barely noticeable, but his blood, and therefore his veins, were a little darker. he just never points this out

- Lester had a little bit of a scuffle trying to get to California in the burning maze, and he literally never told anyone. just as a little silly. this is why he wanted maple lemon cronuts. he got in a fight at some random bakery (beacuse he wanted to get food for everyone) and he managed to snag food for everyone but himself

- Apollo visits Sweet on America, the place Sally used to work, and he'll get different candies his kids like, or he thinks they'll like. he is surprisingly successful at this, and now he keeps candy on his person at all times, like a grandma does

- Lester's complaints about memory loss were valid, for one. but the second thing? just for a lil spice, I think trying to access those memories hurts him just a little, enough for the brain to try and block those memories out. that's why his memory is super faulty. his brain is literally working against him

- Lester is checked over by Meg after every fight they have after The Big Stab™️, and she feels extra guilty when she finds out how tarquin was turning him into a zombie

- Lester was separated from Meg in a crowd once, while they were getting to the Tower of Nero. he flipped his ever-loving shit and proceeded to yell her name so loud he broke a window. Meg never got separated from him again

- Meg will do this thing where she will mispronounce words on purpose beacuse she knows that it annoys Lester. Lester eventually uses those mispronounciations in multiple haikus, and presents them to Meg in a written and stage performance. Meg has never been so annoyed and so touched in her life once she remembers that those were her mispronounciations. she then demands financial compensation for her words being used in said haikus

- Apollo (post ToA) does actually help herophile start some game shows. he gets her a nice setup and everything, and she soon becomes well known for her successful shows, both on normal channels and Hephestus TV.

- Meg eventually goes out and sees the ToA books on some bookstore shelves, and buys the entire series. she gets a lot of secondhand embarrassment due to Lester sometimes, but she enjoys re-living some good memories with her dummy. plus she likes hearing what the Arrow of Dodona actually had to say.

- Conversely, Apollo literally shrivels up in a ball when he finds out that Meg read the entire book series. he just lays there with his hands over his face while his kids swarm Meg to get her to show them the books. Apollo does not want to live through that, but he stays as they read the entire story. they all end up in a massive cuddle pile by the end

- Eventually, Artemis meets Meg. she kinda likes her by the end, but is somewhat jealous of the sibling relationship she has with Apollo. Apollo just likes seeing his two sisters get along. Meg, however, is a little conflicted as well. This is her annoying dummy, and someone else telling Apollo that, even in jest, grates on her a little (unless he deserved it. then she adds on)

- Apollo really likes fries. The big reason is they are cheap, and he would get a meal with the money they had at some gas station or fast food place, and give Meg the meal and just eat (and share) the fries. He did this right up to The Burning Maze, but only beacuse Aloe Vera kinda snitched on him to Grover. Aloe Vera only found out when she saw him climbing back down into the maze to eat the strawberries.

- Meg was super upset when she found out about the fry thing. Apollo insisted he was fine, and that he didn't need as much food as her, since she was still growing. She was a little more mad when she realizes she had been growing food that was meant to help in combat, and Apollo had to double back to get some, or he went hungry.

[sadlynojellybeans]

So I am re-reading TOA and i have decided to write some things i noticed now that I know what is going to happen next.

THE HIDDEN ORACLE

Meg was about do develop a crush on Percy, and Apollo noticed. It was immediatly curbed by Percy mentioning his girlfriend. He did not even notice XD

Apollo actually got out of the three legged death race unscathed O.o Scared to death but unharmed

Lester is being surprisingly not pathetic??? I mean, he can't remember shit and has the constutution of a limp noodle, but he has not fainted in several chapters!!! Maybe it's because Camp Half Blood is a relatively safe space for them...

THE FORESHADOWING IN CHAPTER 26 IS DEVASTATING - he gets confirmation it is the emperors behind everything and he thinks "i would have rather tangled with Tartarus or Ouranos or Primordial Chaos" APOLLO PLEASE

Speaking of foreshadowing, Rhea?!??!? "Find your center. Enlightenment has to come from within" HELLO??!?!??

Apollo mentioning he caused an earthquake that wiped out most of Sparta and that he never liked the Spartans much??? What about HYACINTHUS???????

"I busted out some footwork the Nine Muses and I had been working on" please I want so bad to see Apollo dance. Especially Apollo as Lester

Apollo being absolutely convinced that he will never have a proper partner is tragic. "It was not in my destiny" bro

The Germani appear and the absolute first thing Apollo does is move in front of Meg. "Instinctively". This is the same guy that at the beginning of the book was evaluating which demigods would be best to keep on hand to throw at quests. I can't. Just how much exactly did he repress his protective instincts through the years and centuries?

I find so fascinating that Apollo wants to strike Nero down immediately after meeting him. Like, yes. Apollo is a god. And he would not allow anyone to threaten what he cares about. Even after his trials, he might be kinder and more attentive to demigods, but I think that anybody who crosses him (really crosses him) will have to start praying for mercy.

If there is one thing I can say about TOA is that it is certainly expanding my musical horizons, with all the songs I have to check out on youtube just to have an idea of what Apollo is singing about.

He did not suck during the confrontation with Nero?! Burst of godly strength saved the day and his dignity

"Just because she had lied about being my friend did not mean I wasn't hers. She was in danger. I was not going to leave her" man. He cares so fucking much. No wonder he never let anybody get close to him in the last years.

Didn't they say a sonnet was worse than a limerick in the next book?

"BLESS HIS CONNIVING LITTLE HEART". "Children of Hermes cannot rap". "[Cecil] was demoted to dancer" skjsjskansnkzbsnsmmsnzm

It's kind of ... sad? How happy Apollo is when flying on the giant ants. He is used to being a god who can fly whenever he wants, and a part of him is usually in the sky every day as he drives the sun chariot. And instead he has been stranded on earth, away from what is both his duty and something he greatly enjoys. "It felt so good to fly again. [...] For two or three seconds I was exhilarated".

AND THE ARROW OF DODONA IS FINALLY HERE AND TALKING FRIENDS!!!!

I cannot believe I am so happy because of a talking arrow

The arrow QUIVERED kjsnsksjsnsnzjxndnsk i love them so much

Not Apollo asking where Jason Grace is 💀

I genuinely cannot understand if this is foreshadowing or really lucky wording on Riordan's part. Rachel asks about Meg and Apollo thinks "She might as well have plunged the Arrow of Dodona into my chest". RICK. RICK DID YOU KNOW? HAD YOU ALREADY THOUGTH ABOUT THAT SCENE IN TBM OR WAS IT PURE CHANCE????

WE WERE ROBBED. I have been wondering for a few days if in TOA we ever see Apollo sing for fun (not to confuse enemies, not to open doors, not for any practical purpose. Just for the fun of it). The depressing answer seems to be no, although I might have forgotten. At the end of THO it is implied that Apollo, Leo and Calypso join the sing-along at CHB, but the fact that the books end before we actually see him sing is a travesty.

[hard-times-paramore]

Why Nero Devilmaycry is Asexual

It's a headcanon, but turns out I had a lot of evidence. And even if I didn't I like when I have characters I can relate to with this one thing about myself, so nothing you could say would stop me. Still. Hear me out now. If you’re open to reading this post, then let me tell you, I think it very well holds up in canon.

As a start, look how he acts when he sees the sexy demonic lures from that frog demon in DMC4:

His reaction to the demons is to notice they’re causing a stinky storm which is probabbly hiding something, and he kills them. That’s it. Not even a fucking comment. In fact he even seems a bit avoidant.

Now compare it with Dante’s scene.

He knew they were in fact lures for a giant evil smelly frog, and yet he joins in the game and acts all flirtatious, actually acknowledging that he’s being faced with two sexy naked ladies.

Another evidence is Nero’s immediate reaction to seeing Gloria. Which I don’t even think needs any comments. Just

He can’t even look directly at her. He’s so uncomfortable help him.

Of course one might argue that all of that is because he’s in love with Kyrie. And I totally agree, he is in love! He’s asexual but not aromantic, and he loves her. But being in love with someone - and considering they weren’t together yet - doesn’t mean shutting down all interest and attraction to other people. Since he doesn’t show that attraction in the slightest, I think it’s cause it’s not there to begin with.

(On that note, it's nothing big but Nero is in love with Kyrie, one of the few female characters whose clothes cover her up. She’s a lot more modest/non sexualized when compared to Lady or Trish.)

But that was DMC 4. What about how he's like in the next game?

What I’d say from this game, is that Nero is ace, but he’s not out to Nico. And I can understand why, because Nico’s dirty jokes are like, Her Brand when it comes to humour. Dante would love chatting with her. Nero, however, does not. 

I mean, a dirty joke was her first reaction when Nero tried to tell Kyrie he grew back a whole arm

(he’s tired)

Whenever innuendos happen in this game towards Nero, it’s been because of Nico. Look at what she wrote in her diary, when she gave Lady her clothes after Nero rescued her.

Even though Nero himself during that scene was focused on her wellbeing and asking about his friends, nothing else (…actually, in that scene V was the one who made the comment about Lady’s appearance. V, who is Vergil, and the only other time they ever met was when they were a bunch of teenagers trying to kill each other, and uh. Awkward).

And since we brought this up, when Lady was rescued from inside of the Artemis demon, she was completely naked, but Nero?? Payed no attention to that?? He only looked at her face, and was mainly concerned with her safety and with the fact she was Dante’s friend, not about her body. She could have been fully clothed and there would be no difference. 

It took Nico’s little comment for him to realize that “wait, she’s naked, wait, I have a girlfriend”, I mean. He goes “what?” and it takes him three full seconds to remember that, complete with a face journey:

Like, it’s just my humble opinion but if someone forgets that carrying a beautiful nude stranger in your arms miiight be kind of erotic, maybe sexuality just doesn’t occupy that person’s mind for most the time in the first place.

And holy shit, speaking of Kyrie, Nico seems rather interested in their sex life. She literally built an arm for Nero with the purpose to make sex more comfortable for them. And he did not ask her to build it, because she never tells him what she’s making beforehand, and by her comments it was supposed to be a surprise anyways. He ends up using it for healing.

Complete with that sexy joke she makes when Kyrie called him in the end, and the reaction she got, I conclude the following: yeah Nero is still ace as heck, he just hasn't come out to her yet. I get him, he doesn’t know her for that long, and I have that kind of friend too.

And just as a final point, just take a look at the main characters in this series! They all have shown a rather sexual side (specially in DMC4 which is by far the horniest game of this series). There’s Dante with his constant teasing and innuendos, Lady and Trish with their provocative clothes and body language, and even some demons sometimes act like that. But Nero? He seems to be an exception to that rule. In all his sarcasm and attitude, he’s still more about the taunting and mocking the enemy than flirting with it. While he’s the only one to have a love interest, the dynamic of their relationship shows a profound bond, loyalty, protectiveness and warmth. And yet with all that, it doesn’t get on the sexual side that was to be expected of those games, considering the other characters.

So, yeah, that's been my Ace Nero Manifesto. I wrote my evidence but, in reality nothing can stop me from headcanoning a character as ace just because I feel like it.

[daes0]

Chapter 1: “This reminded me of you.”

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Pairing: {Rafayel x Reader}

Rating: {Mature} {Violent Content}

Word Count: {1.6k words}

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You haven't seen Rafayel in a bit. It was mostly due to your schedules not colliding, with you being busy with your work as a Deepspace hunter and him busy meeting up with investors and preparing for a major art exhibition with the Flux Arts gallery. So you're surprised, then, when you're walking back to your desk and see Rafayel chatting with your coworkers.

Tara notices you first. "_____, why didn't you say that you're friends with Rafayel!"

"I didn't know you guys were into art," you explain as you grab a seat and move it closer to the commotion.

"It's mostly just Tara," Nero explains as he sinks a little lower into his desk.

Rafayel smiles up to you, unusually shy in front of your friends. "I brought you something."

"Alright everyone, clear out," you say, pushing Tara's rolling chair away.

She hums in disagreement but doesn't complain, playing wingwoman.

Nero narrows his eyes at you. "Why do I have to go?"

Tara comes back quickly, grabbing the back of Nero's rolling chair and taking him with her. "Don't worry, _____, me and Nero actually have to discuss top secret details."

"We do?" he questions as he's pulled away.

Finally alone, Rafayel takes a breath of relief. "Thank you. I didn't want to be rude but they're… a lot."

"It's mostly just Tara being Tara." You shake your head at their antics. "You had something for me?"

"Yes!" He takes out a leather-bound journal. "I was trying to keep it safe for you. I actually found it a couple days ago."

You take the journal, flipping it open. You find a four-leaf clover amidst the pages, pressed delicately. A token of his affections.

"This reminded me of you," Rafayel explains in a quiet voice.

Your heart absolutely melts. Thoughts of how he found this course through your brain. Did he search for it? Or did he happen to find it and thought of you? Either way, you can't help the small blush spreading on your face.

"Rafayel…" you start, not knowing how to properly accept the gift, how to show how much you appreciate it.

"I missed you," he explains. Then, regaining his composure, he quickly adds: "I mean, I miss my bodyguard. You've been slacking off with your duties! What if I get hurt while you're away?"

A giggle escapes your lips. "I'll be sure to see you more, Rafayel."

He beams. "Great! The bribe worked!"

You both hear a distant laugh, followed by a shush.

Seems your friends were still listening in.

~

"You're much too kind, Rafayel, to be bringing it personally."

Rafayel smiles at Francis Cortez, an art critic who favored Rafayel's work. He leans the painting up on the wall. "I've been following your critiques for a while now. I really respect your eye for art."

Francis beams at the praise. "Well, even so, it is rare for a creator of your caliber to personally see to your sold creations. I wasn't expecting this during the auction."

"I don't often do this," Rafayel admits. He takes a few steps back, trying to find the best place for the painting. "But the location can be part of the art, don't you think?"

The man laughs in agreement. "Well said!"

The painting seems to wobble, but Francis does not notice.

Rafayel hesitates, before going towards the door. "I unfortunately can't stay to see the finished piece, but I'm glad to have brought it in for you."

Francis grabs at Rafayel's arm. "What are you doing?"

Rafayel tries to shrug it off with a smile, but Francis' grip is strong. Unfriendly. "I have to leave."

Francis suddenly laughs, a boisterous sound that resonates across the room. He stops when Rafayel does not laugh with him. "No, no, no, surely you don't mean to leave before setting it up? Why come here in the first place if you won't see to its proper place?"

The painting seems to stretch out, hitting the wall with a bang. This time, Francis notices.

Rafayel takes the time to push past Francis and close the door, locking it shut and forming a small flame within the knob, effectively welding it close by melting its structure.

Francis starts towards the door, before the Wanderer knocks him down, claws attached to Francis' shoulders and pinning him down with its weight. It roars, a cry so strong that it paralyzes the man underneath it. Its jaw slowly lowers, licking the air in anticipation towards its meal.

"You've been too kind to me, Francis," Rafayel says as the wanderer growls at its prey. He smiles in his confidence. "Much too kind."

Francis pulls at his pocket, but the gun splays out, moving away from him on the floor and landing right by Rafayel.

Rafayel goes to grab it, "Nice try-" when suddenly the wanderer jumps at him instead.

Francis stumbles up, gripping at his wounded shoulder, before barreling towards the door. He tries the door knob, desperate, but the door stays shut.

Rafayel pushes back against the wanderer, but it keeps coming after him with each push. The wanderer growls, saliva flying everywhere as it keeps trying to attack. In a last ditch effort, Rafayel takes out a dagger and buries it in the wanderer's neck. The creature roars, a repulsing guttural cry due to the blade piercing its trachea, before snapping at Rafayel with a broken scream.

His hand comes up, an attempt to block the wanderer from encircling its jaw against Rafayel's head, but it instead bites at the flesh of his forearm, almost breaking bone. Rafayel cries out in pain. He uses his other hand to retrieve the dagger and buries it through the wanderer's eye, stopped short due to its skull. Rafayel pulls it back before slamming it back into the wanderer's skull with all his might, and this time it breaks through the bone. He feels it give, feels the slosh of brain matter as he pulls the dagger back out.

The wanderer cries, a pathetic and bloody sound, before finally falling with a thud. Its flesh turns to black dust.

The fight done, Rafayel groans out in pain. He turns towards Francis, a renewed sense of vigor within him. "Almost forgot about you," he can't help but laugh.

"W-why are you doing this?!" Francis wails, scrambling as far away from Rafayel as he can.

Rafayel slowly walks forward, each step reverberating through the room. Francis trips against a large flower vase and it crashes, slashing at his feet. He tries to use the remaining vase to block Rafayel, but Rafayel strides forward with surprising speed and grabs Francis by his bloody tie, stepping over the broken glass. Rafayel lifts him up.

"I didn't want to do this, you know," Rafayel calmly explains.

"Please! Please, I'll give you anything!" Francis begs, "Money, fame, power, anything! Just don't kill me!"

"Really?" Rafayel cocks his head to the side. "Then bring back my home. Bring back all the people you've ordered to kill."

"What- what do you mean?" Francis stammers. "I haven't killed anyone!"

"For Lemuria," Rafayel drawls out as his hand bursts into flames. "Lemuria's oceans will never dry up!"

The blaze takes to Francis' face immediately. He screeches out in pain, but Rafayel holds him down. With his other hand, he grabs at Francis' throat and throws him into the floor.

Rafayel pushes down on Francis, pinning him down so the flames engulf him. He stares into the scared man's eyes as his air slowly depletes, the life in his eyes trembling against the fire.

"You don't even deserve to die," Rafayel says, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "But I'm a good person, you know? You might hate me now, but you'll appreciate my mercy once you're gone."

The man dies in his hands. And Rafayel revels in the newfound power. His lips tremble, and he raises his hand up to the man's jaw. With his dagger, he rips the man's jaw, separating the meat of his flesh.

Rafayel raises the bottom jaw, smiling at his trophy, before pressing it to his lips. A kiss of death, the viscous taste putrid in Rafayel's mouth. He bites down on the bottom lip and pulls it back, breaking off a chunk before spitting it out.

Rafayel lets go. The man falls on top of the pile of broken glass, the shattered pieces piercing through his head. Rafayel resists the urge to mangle the body, to destroy it further, but instead he lets his flames grow. Once satisfied, he brings his bloody hand up, raising the flames up to the walls.

While humans have the ability to reincarnate, their souls cannot leave their remains if they're consumed. Prey cannot move on, cannot live on and cannot die properly. It is the torture they deserve. Rafayel smiles, rubbing the rest of the blood off his mouth with his sleeve.

Finally, he goes to the door and kicks it open, letting the flames spread.

"Is it over?" Francis' butler asks, coming around the corner with a glass of water.

"Yes, and thank you." Rafayel takes the glass and drinks it in. "Make sure to keep yourself safe."

"As you wish," he replies with a short bow.

Rafayel gives him a small nod, before re-entering the room. He breathes it in and enters the void of the flames.

The butler comes in. "He's really gone…" he comments, seeing that Rafayel has disappeared within the flames.

He turns to see his dead master laying on the floor. And the butler smiles. "For Lemuria," he repeats, before making his exit.

END OF CHAPTER 1

[devilmayfamily]

holds out cup a little crumb of dmc boys x reader with add/adhd please? maybe with some angst sprinkled in? i don't mean to be greedy, i am just a small simp 😔

GN!Reader Angst/Comfort Think I made myself tear up a little with these haha enjoy!

Dante

When you find something you love, you can talk about it for hours

Lucky for you, Dante loves hearing about your hypertfixations

He finds it wonderful to see you excited about something and wants to know everything you can about it

One day while talking to Dante, you notice him seemingly not paying as much attention as he usually does

He'd been writing in a notebook the entire you'd been talking

You instantly begin to think you might be annoying him or boring him and slowly stop talking

When you do, he looks up at you worried

"What's wrong sweet pea? Why did you stop talking?"

"Do I... Do I annoy you?"

He's quite shocked

You could never annoy him!

"Never! I love when you tell me all about the things you are interested in!"

"You've been looking at that notebook this entire time though"

Dante softly smiles before flipping the notebook so you see it

On the page is a list of everything you've ever told Dante about, new and old

"I've been keeping a list of the things you like. I was adding this to it"

Dante pulls you in, kissing all over your face until you start laughing

He will reassure you anytime you need it and sometimes even when you don't expect it

He loves listening to you ramble on and on and he won't ever let you think otherwise

Vergil

Vergil is a man with his own problems and one of those is perfection

Growing up, Vergil worked hard to earn his father's approval and maintain it

Getting ready for a mission one day, Vergil notices lots of things are missing or out of place

"Sweetheart, where is everything? I need to get going soon"

"Oh! It's, um..."

"Sweetheart, please"

"I remember! I promise! It's- It's..."

"Y/N! Why can't you just remember these things?!"

Vergil instantly regretted yelling at you

He knew you were trying your hardest

He couldn't get his apology in, however, as you ran off and he had to get to this mission at this point

You spent the rest of the day with Nero, the kid making threats to his father and reassuring you

When Vergil came home, he was greeted by an angry Nero

"You better fix this"

Nero lets his father in, taking him to you instantly

You're curled up on the couch, a look of fear when you see Vergil walk in

It breaks Vergil to see you scared of him, its the one thing he didn't want to do

"I'm sorry, love"

He has a few gifts for you; your comfort food, a soft sweater in Vergil's signature royal blue and a matching blanket

Without warning, you pull Vergil into a hug, ignoring the gifts

He holds you tightly, as close as he can get you to him

Vergil works on forgetting about perfection because really, nothing will ever be perfect

As long as he has you though, it's near damn perfect

V

He lost you

Again

"Angel! Come back! Where are you?!"

He told you to stay right next to him while he talked to this guy to get info

Now, he turns and finds you've run off

Again

"Angel!!"

It wasn't safe for you out here

Who knows what demon or monster of a human would find you

V knows you can hold your own but that doesn't stop him from worrying about you when you venture off like this

As V rounds a corner, he sees you battling it out with a demon

A demon that just pierced your leg

"YOU INSISTENT FOOL, LET GO OF THEM"

The demon flings you in a different direction before growling at the poet

V takes down the demon before rushing over to you

You were laying on the asphalt, the pincer of the demon still stuck in your leg

V doesn't say anything to you, just helps you up and gets you back to home base as quickly as possible

Vergil patches you up and makes sure you don't try running after your boyfriend back onto the battlefield

Later when V and Dante come back, Vergil leads Dante out of the room so you and V could talk

"I'm sorry for running off again"

"Oh angel"

V pulls you into a hug, trying not to hurt your leg

"Not out of sight anymore, please"

The two of you work on it over the next few weeks leading up to your next mission together

V's gentle with you as well, softly reminding you when you need it until it becomes second nature

And if you have to get out of his sight for something, you tell him before running off. A lot of the time he follows

V also reminds you he loves you more than anything

He doesn't want you getting hurt again

He has trust in you though

While you can't help it every time, he trusts that you'll come back in one piece

His little wanderer

Nero

You weren't listening again

Your attention was somewhere else and Nero could tell

He was trying to brief you on a mission but you weren't taking in anything he was saying

"Baby, you getting any of this?"

Focusing on Nero, you stiffen and your face becomes pale

You realize you've been daydreaming the entire time and the look on Nero's face tells you everything

He's disappointed

Blotches of color return to your face as hot tears slowly roll down your cheeks

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nero watched as you bow your head, holding your wrist out, the sight making his heart ache

He knew the orphanage people were terrible to you for being a little different than everyone else but the stance you held was so defenseless, it was like you were expecting someone to hit you

He slowly walks over, taking your hand in his

He sits down next to you on the couch, slowly putting your arm down

You look up at him, the scared confused expression stained with tears making Nero tear up himself

"I'm not upset, baby"

You begin to cry again, this time pulling Nero into a hug

He holds on to you, slowly rubbing your back and whispered soothing reassurance into your ear

"You're safe now. I won't hurt you like they did"

"I'm sorry"

Nero quietly shushes you, telling you it's ok

Once you'd calmed down and Nero checked in with you to make sure you were ok, he slowly went back over the mission

He checked in with you to make sure you understood and rewarded you with kisses when you were able to repeat back to him

If you couldn't, that was ok. Nero simply went back over whatever part he was on

He was forced to watch back then when you two were kids, getting punished for being different. Sometimes taking extra beatings for trying to save or defend you

He wasn't going to let that continue now

You may be different, but that wasn't going to stop him from loving you anyways

He reassures you and rewards you for any and everything

You may be different but that's exactly what Nero loved about you

[moth-writing-pit]

"The Best"

I apologize if things are out of character or off world, Im still getting a grasp and discovering. Also its kinda a long one

"Beelzebub's Best.. this is the place" Nero grumbled, stepping into the feux tree resturaunt. He was hit with the smell of cooking meat and peeled veggies. It was oddly soothing paired with the hum of idle chatter. Which was soon interrupted by shouting.

"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN AND OUT OF MY SIGHT! OUT, OUT, OUT! AND TAKE THAT INSULT OF A CARCASS WITH YOU!" A startled feline esque creature rushed out, watched by a tall, snarling mousey figure. Her long tail lashed back and forth, her one ear pinned back.

She took a deep breath and brushed a paw-like hand over her snout, smoothing both wrinkles and whiskers. The figure's pelt was silky smooth and of a soft amber color with few pale pink stripes. Her left ear was torn nearly completely and peeking from her charcoal grey outfit were other scars. Seeking on her snout was a pristine pair of glasses, connected to a rod in her mouth by a thin decorative chain. Seated over her torso was a three pointed green poncho of sorts.

"Hello.? Are uh.. Are you Beelzebub?" Nero jumped slightly as the figure's head snapped at the sound of pressumingly her name. Her eyes darted up and down his form before her expression softened with a sharp-toothed smile. Her hands came together in a single clap and she trotted over to him.

"Ah! A new face! Excellent, excellent! Welcome to Beelzebub's Best, the only place run by the one and only Beelzebub! How may we serve your tastebubs?" Beelzebub's voice was still sharp but it was much less threatening now that she wasn't shouting.

"Um.. Do you have vegetarian options?"

"A Green-Mouth. Yes, yes, Beelzebub does prepare meatless dishes. May I help you find a seat little one?" She offered a hand, her sharp teeth on display.

Nero blinked owlishly at her friendliness but hesitantly took the outstretched hand. The contrast between the aggressive shouting he'd just wittness and this tender politeness was jarring.

"Lead the way, miss Beelzebub," He quietly said, still unsure of her.

"Please, little one no need to be so formal, you aren't the wilted one. I like you thus far little one," Nero snorted under his breath at her nickname for the mayor.

She lead him to a rather nice table. As Beelzebub walked back into the kitchen to fetch a menu, Nero noticed how twitchy her tail was. He didn't think he'd seen it still once since meeting her.

A teal rabbit-esque male brought him a menu and ran off to take another order. Nero watched the workers and customers interacted. Those who worked under Beelzebub seemed to work effiecently, even those who seemed nervous or scared worked their best to uphold an unwritten standard of perfection.

Even those in the kitchen worked near mechanically. Nero was amazed by it all. Despite her seeming instability, Beelzebub seemed to have earned a respect from her workers. An admiration that drives them to uphold her standards.

When his food came out, it was beautifully presented and smelled wonderful. It was a mixture of spiced berried and grilled fruits with a sprinkling of roasted veggie chunks. Nero stabbed a piece of each and brought it to his mouth. He hummed in delight at the flavor and textures.

Nero left with a rare ghost of a smile. The namesake of the resturaunt didn't lie, it truly was Beelzebub's Best.

Welcome to Gleamfolk City and Nero belong to @dictatortirah

[icycoldninja]

Hello! Can you do a dmc boys + V with a rich S/o? Perhaps the boys didn’t know that their s/o was rich when they first started dating but as time went on and the relationship becomes serious the s/o starts to spoil their boyfriends with all kinds of stuff related to the things they like because after the stuff they went through they definitely deserve it.

Aww yes, here you go and enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Rich!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He was completely oblivious to your wealth (as you did a great job of hiding it) and didn't really give it much thought until one day, when his power went out.

-He groaned, suddenly remembering he had no money to pay the bills, but then, astoundingly, the lights flickered back on.

-Was it a miracle? No, even better, it was you. You had paid his bills and gotten him out of debt with Lady--how?! Then you revealed you were rich, and Dante's mind was blown.

-Even after this stunning revalation, Dante still didn't care. He was very thankful for all your help, but he honestly had no sentiments towards being rich. He still treated you the same.

-The only thing he'll ask you for is for you to buy him some pizza, maybe once every week or so. He's not greedy.

-If you decide to shower him with presents anyway, he'll gladly accept and immediately find a way to make it up to you, be it taking you somewhere nice or...something else. No do not read into that

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil never noticed, and never cared. He is far too MOTIVATED to trifle with mundane things such as wealth.

-But then you presented him with a rare copy of a book that was worth hundreds of dollars, and he had to question, how did you obtain the funds for such a thing?

-Thus, you revealed you were absolutely loaded with cash, and Vergil was, understably shocked.

-After thanking you, he went right back to not caring about wealth because now he has this interesting book to read.

-Still, he appreciates it when you gift him little gifts, regardless of what they may be. You could give him a pebble you found on the side of the road, and he'd still treasure it forever.

-To reward you for your generosity, Vergil will do his best to take good care of you, physically and otherwise.

□ Nero □

-Nero didn't think much of it either, cause he's not shallow, but one day, Nico's van broke down in the middle of the road and was assaulted by demons who ripped up the exterior. Repairs were going to be extremely expensive, but then you stepped in and promised to take care of it all.

-Nero had to wonder, where'd you get the funds for that? You sheepishly revealed your wealth and he just shrugged.

-After thanking you and all that, things proceeded as usual, with you and Nero splitting the bills for everything as you always do.

-Nero never asks for anything, regardless of how expensive it is, but you don't care. You shower him with gifts, love and affection because this sweet boy deserves it.

-You two end up leaving little treats 'n things for each other at a designated "drop off" spot somewhere in your house.

-Your gifts always seem to be well thought out and expertly made, proving that you don't just buy meaningless trinkets to appease him, you get him things that truly have value.

● V ●

-V noticed you always seemed to be impeccably dressed, but didn't dwell on the subject since it wasn't all that important. His current objective was to get to know you further.

-Then, as things progressed between you, he found himself constantly receiving little presents on his doorstep, usually wrapped in shimmering velvet bows. There was no name tag and no writing on it, so he had no idea who was doing this or why.

-One day, Griffon caught you placing a little gift box and, Griffon being Griffon, decided to rat you out.

-V then approached you the next day and expressed his appreciation, which led to a massive confession on both your parts. You explained you just wanted to give him the luxury he deserves, and he was very touched, but insisted you didn't need to do that.

-But of course, you don't listen, and continued to spoil him however possible, even if you have to break in at 3:00 A.M. and leave it on his kitchen table.

-Eventually you had him move in with you, where you can treat him like the lovely princess he is.

[myristicisms]

@sleeplesswork | vergil;;

things were progressing, certainly not fast, but at a steady rate — a dripping faucet someone had forgotten to turn off, left broken. with every passing day, it was hard to determine whether he was finally getting a footing with everything or if he'd been falling for so long that the nothingness was beginning to feel like floor. . . the headache pounding behind his eyes didn't seem to dampen, but the reception the once angelo received at devil may cry was getting… friendlier. it wasn't exactly the word he'd use, but his presence no longer set off alarm bells, and vergil knew he didn't deserve any more than that. whilst he was trying to better himself — more for dante and nero's sake, and perhaps v's — his efforts were solely to be noticed and appreciated by himself and no one more. yet lady had started greeting him when she stormed into the office to bark something at dante. his brother was throwing his arm over his shoulder, and vergil was trying hard not to be repulsed by the touch ( though it often ended in a fight when his foolish twin refused to let go ). there was also nero, his son; while the boy clearly strived for them to have more of a connection, they were at a standstill, truthfully when vergil was dragged to visit the man's home, he spoke more to his human companion ( girlfriend ), than his spawn. another that came to mind was miriam, the woman who'd been most greatly affected by urizen's actions; whilst she may have despised him more than mary, they forged common ground. she'd started to offer her endless supply of home-cooked meals as-well, presenting them to vergil as if he had the right to judge whatever she created. it took an embarrassingly long time for the man to realise she'd been trying to offer him a meal.

how amusing, he shouldn't be thinking about warm meals as the blood on his hands chills, while what's left on his tongue burns so hot it's all he can focus on. the mangled caucus before him matters not; there's nothing left of it to eat that doesn't involve the stomach where he can smell the human remains. still, he stands there, staring, starving. the pain twists and curls its way through his suddenly full stomach, and yet he feels starved… when was the last time he'd eaten ? v had a couple of meals during his measly month of living, but she wasn't vergil. he couldn't die from a lack of nutrition, but he felt the pain; his hollow insides hadn't started aching until today, though.

in an almost mindless haze, he returns to the devil may cry, watching his bloodied hand push open the agency's front door as if it belonged to someone else. the feeling of being puppeteered was so familiar that it was almost comforting; once alarm bells would have gone off, now it granted a momentary respite from forcing heavy limbs to function without fail. though, in such a stupor, the devil had failed to notice a familiar shard binder within the building's walls.

Silence is tranquility, something she's come to note for many years and yet it still never leaves her feeling any easier. Miriam knows she's welcome where she's sat, the unlocked door of the building further vindicating the fact that the familiar albeit empty space of the business had been a place of conversation and solitude alike throughout the years and yet it doesn't leave her any more calm to be there without one of the residents of the place present and yet still she patiently waits. It's another night she'd intended to waste her time idly chatting with one of the brothers, perhaps preparing dinner for the residents seeing as they won't eat anything of substance if she doesn't. It's ridiculous how fulfilled she truly feels, being able to provide for someone again no matter how minor it was, Nero being out of the house had taken a lot of adjustment and even then the absence of his presence, of not having nearly as many leftovers as she now often does, it's all a reminder of just how quickly time passes and oh how she grieves the past.

Whatever the case it hardly mattered, she has other matters at the forefront of her mind, like how dusty the bar of Devil May Cry is despite having just been taken care of a few weeks ago or how much progress the elder of the twins was slowly inching towards in bettering himself. It wasn't asked of her but Miriam, for her own piece of mind, had been keeping an eye on the man, blue was a color of calmness, loyalty and leadership and while Vergil appeared to be those on the surface, he was a tornado of control and over domination when she'd first had the displeasure of truly meeting the man as Urizen. He's made great progress in bettering himself, slowly opening up to the prospect of new things and foolish a thing as it is she can't help but find some sort of softness for the otherwise prickly and cold man. Perhaps it is her own foolish desires to see the best in everyone regardless of the sins that taint their fingertips or maybe it's the fact that he was much like herself as far as circumstances go, whatever the case she couldn't bring herself to truly hate the elder of the spawn of Sparda.

Blunt nails gently dig into her thigh, a pinching reminder of what she nearly lost and yet again she falls deep into thought, memories swirling like a whirlpool of disdain and sorrow at just how terribly her time spent under Urizen's control had been; Despite being able to walk around again with hardly any issue, there still lingered the after effects of not maintaining her glyphs, her energy still sapped away and it's irksome how powerless she is as her body fully recovers many months after the fact. It's a miracle for her to be sat in the familiar building as she is just as it's a miracle for her to be able to witness a familiar figure stumble inside. She almost cracks a joke to him, the beginnings of a smile swiftly falling to concern as she stands and paces to the blood covered man. “ Vergil- ” She speaks up, voice uneasy as she holds a hand out in offering, not wishing to bother him with an unwelcome touch.

[racco]

Hello this is my first request.. I was thinking could you Worte whenever you have time a Vergil x Fem/GN reader where he shows care to reader after battle in front of Dante and Nero leaving everyone speech less?

Vergil Sparda x fem!reader PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

Hi sorry for being gone so long! I see you asked for an after battle story but I felt like writing 2 versions! I hope u like them both

♡care after battle♡

It had been a long and grueling battle, one that left Vergil Sparda and his girlfriend, [Reader], battered and exhausted. They had fought alongside Dante and Nero (surpringly their presence not necessarily minded by vergil) taking on an army of demons that threatened to overrun the human world.

As the dust settled and the last of the demons fell, Vergil turned to [Reader], concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, taking her hand in his.

[Reader] smiled weakly, still catching her breath. "I'm fine," she said, squeezing his hand.

Vergil's eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I'm glad," he said, relief evident in his voice.

It was a small gesture, but one that didn't go unnoticed by Dante and Nero. They exchanged a look, surprised by the usually stoic Vergil's display of affection.

"Uh, what's going on here?" Dante asked, his eyebrows raised.

Vergil ignored him, instead turning to [Reader]. "Let's get you out of here," he said, taking her arm and helping her to her feet.

As they walked away, Dante and Nero looked at each other in shock. They had never seen their brother act so tenderly with anyone before.

"That was...unexpected," Nero said, breaking the silence.

Dante nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "Yeah, it was. But I guess it just goes to show that even someone like Vergil can care about someone else."

As they made their way back to their base, Vergil kept a protective arm around [Reader], keeping her close to him. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about the depth of his feelings for her.

And as they walked, Dante and Nero couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for their brother (and father lol) , who had always been so distant and reserved. Maybe, they thought, there was more to Vergil than they had previously realized.

♡bonus story♡

Vergil had always been reserved and focused on his goals, but there was one person who had managed to break through his tough exterior: his girlfriend, [Name]. They had been together for several months now, ( which is hard to get to as is) Vergil found himself more and more in love with her every day.

One day, as they were walking through the streets of Red Grave City, Vergil and [Name] ran into Dante and Nero. Dante greeted them with a grin, but Nero looked a little uncomfortable - he still wasn't entirely sure what to make of Vergil.

As they chatted, Vergil noticed that Dante and Nero kept glancing over at him and [Name]. He could tell that they were curious about their relationship, and a part of him felt a little self-conscious.

But as they continued to talk, Vergil's love for [Name] began to overcome his reservations. Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers.

At first, [Name] looked surprised, but then a smile spread across her face. She leaned in and rested her head on Vergil's shoulder, and Vergil felt a warm sense of contentment spread through him.

Dante and Nero both looked a little taken aback by the display of affection. Dante raised an eyebrow, but then he grinned and clapped Vergil on the back. "Well, well, well," he said. "Looks like little bro's all grown up." (Vergil is the older twin lmao)

Nero looked a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. Vergil could tell that he was still getting used to the idea of his father being back in his life - let alone having a girlfriend.

But Vergil didn't care. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly happy, surrounded by the people he cared about. And as he looked down at [Name], he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, no matter what challenges they might face in the future.

As they continued to walk through the city, Vergil kept holding [Name]'s hand, and she leaned into him with a sense of contentment. Dante and Nero continued to chat with them, but there was a new sense of respect in their eyes, as if they had a newfound appreciation for the love that Vergil had found.

In the end, it was [Name] who broke the silence, squeezing Vergil's hand and looking up at him with a smile. "I love you," she said softly.

Vergil felt a warmth spread through him, and he leaned down to kiss her gently. He knew that there were still battles to fight and enemies to face, but with [Name] by his side, he felt like he could take on anything.