#dante can't do that for credo. credo didn't hurt dante so it's not his place to forgive credo and he's honestly kind of offended-

[mariyekos]

Trying to work on the Dante + Credo post-DMC4 "I'm not your god (but I'll help you anyway)" fic again and I feel like I've got the core ideas fleshed out well, but I'm struggling to get it into proper fic format... The idea is that Credo survives DMC4 but is wasting away, so he goes to Dante to basically ask him to look after Nero and Kyrie, but has some uh. Religious moments. Dante wants Credo to stop treating him like he's special because he's not, but Credo can't help it because Dante feels Special whether he wants to admit it or not.

There's a lot of religious guilt and an exploration of Credo's complicity with (in?) Sanctus/The Order's crimes, plus a core feeling of a questionable faith that may or may not actually produce results tied into questions of what a god really is, what Dante would be as the son of that "god," and whether someone must earn salvation themselves or if they can reach for it for the sake of others. Which is all phrased terribly but it's late and the whole point of this post is that I'm trying to figure out how to make these ideas actually sound good so. Yeah it's all messy. Hopefully I'll figure it out eventually. I've been trying to write this fic for three and a half months.

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Heyo- the power went out at my place after a storm. it got me thinking- what would the dmc boys do during a power outage with their s/o? Thank you (:

This is such a sweet and funny idea, thank you for sending the request and I'm sorry that I'm only just NOW getting to it. I'm going to include Credo because I love him.

Black Clouds Provoke Isolation.

The DMC boys during a power outage with their S/O.

Dante

He is accustomed to not having the power work at the Devil May Cry, but he understands that it's probably not something his S/O would be all that acquainted with. First he'll look up and curse quietly to himself, clicking his tongue and turning his head away as he sits in the darkness. As soon as his S/O comes in and starts to worry about it, he's there to calm them down and tell them that it's not a big deal and that this sort of thing happens all the time. Much to their dismay, Dante... power is important, without power the fridge can't keep the pizza and beers cold. His motivation arises at the risk of these important assets being lost.

If his S/O is afraid of the dark or has an issue with it, he'll drape himself over them like a blanket.

"Alright lets get you to the couch", and then he guides(drags) them to the couch to hunker down until the power comes back on.

Dante would poke fun of them for that, if it weren't for his own apprehension to wandering around in the dark. He gets it, since a lot of bad things tend to happen to him in the dark. That's probably what's going on in the mind of his S/O so the least he can do is be there and comforting for them where he didn't have anyone to comfort himself during those times.

"Hey... it'll be okay, we've been through worse before haven't we?", he'll say in a melancholic sort of way.

When the lights do eventually come back on, he has this big smile on his face and looks down to his S/O. He'd chuckle and give them a quick nudge.

"It came back on! See? What'd I tell you?", and after making sure that his partner's alright, he's going off to check if the pizza and beers are still good. A little celebratory snack wouldn't hurt, and he's thinking that a bit of pizza and a cold drink might cheer them up.

Vergil

Like his brother, he doesn't quite care for the dark when the power goes out, but that's because he's grown used to a lack of light in his life. The darkness is something he's come to embrace, something he can move freely through and about without concern. Of course, this changes somewhat with his S/O by his side. He moves to find them first throughout the power outage, making sure that they're alright. However, he's a bit lost as to what to do in this situation since it's never happened to him enough times before where he's become familiar with what course of action to take. He's spent more time in Hell than in the human world, and will rely on his S/O to take charge, which is something he dislikes.

Vergil would ask them if there's anything that he can do to help, like light some candles or check on the appliances or anything like that. He'd also grow a bit frustrated with them when they don't turn on when he tries to use them or if there isn't anything else he can do to try and help. The Darkslayer tries not to pout and fold his arms in the corner as everything else essentially gets handled for him or by someone else. However, he isn't totally useless here. If there is something he can do, it is also to provide comfort for his S/O in the case that they're not as fond of the dark as he is.

If this gets in the way of them trying to take action, he'll guide them through the house and ask them what they need. Once everything is squared away, his focus is directed onto his partner. What do they need right now? What can he provide for them? Comforting others may not be his strong suit, but he will everything he can for their sake. If this is just holding onto them and pressing their head into his shoulder, he will do it. He won't admit it, but he's glad that their able to vulnerable with him, allowing him to be the rock that they can lean on in their time of need. Besides, he quite enjoys these small moments of reprieve and being close to his S/O.

V

The first one to start is Griffon, commenting about how the lights have gone off and how it's suddenly gotten a bit colder. V acknowledges this from his familiar and starts to get up from his spot on the couch to go and locate his S/O to inform them of the problem if they weren't previously aware already. If they're already getting to it, he's sitting back and watching them, admiring the way that they're handling the situation. He'll leave them after a moment to go and find if he can do something to assist them, such as bringing them a flashlight or even a few candles to light around the house so that things are easier to see. He's not all too bothered by a lack of power, tolerant at best, but he does get cold after idling for a while.

When all that can be done is done, he's curled up on the couch with a spot made available for his partner. V waits for them to come and join him, as he'd like for them to share their warmth with him. Sitting together, he'll start to read from his book of poems as Shadow drapes herself across the two of them. It is a perfect way to relax during an event that they don't have much control over, especially if he notices that his S/O is a bit uncomfortable with the lack of power. V would be too, if it weren't for having his partner at his side.

The comfort of not being alone through this gives him the strength he needs to get through it, and he hopes that he can shed that same strength to his S/O. Griffon complains about the mushy romantic spiel that V sings, flocking off to go and check if the power's back on. While the mouthy bird is out of the picture, he returns his attention to being assuring that all will be okay, as it is not the end... yet. Of course, it's within his nature to be a little teasing to them, and he enjoys watching the way they react to his words. When the power does return, he won't be releasing them from his grasp any time soon. V quite likes snuggling with his S/O and he'd like to be with them for a little longer before they eventually do get up to leave.

Nero

He's a little irritated when the power goes out, and ends up cursing the storm for the lack of lights in the house. Nero looks to his S/O and asks if they're okay before he even starts to do anything else, making sure they're all good first and then going to start the backup generator. At the least, he's got a backup plan, thanks to Nico for providing him with a spare(at a 'good' price.)

"Come on you bastard", he's mouthing off to the generator as he yanks the cord to bring it to life.

Nero returns to his partner as soon as that's been squared away, and takes their hand in his to go and grab the flashlights and other lights and what not. He looks around to see if there's anything that he might've forgotten about or if there's anything that his S/O hasn't done. He likes to be on top of things, even having a little plan that Kyrie made to go over until the power comes back on. It isn't the end of the world, but he hates sitting still for too long, even if all that's left to do is to wait. He'd have called Kyrie too by then, asking if the boys are doing okay while he's here with his S/O.

If his S/O happens to be anxious without the power, Nero probably won't be of much help. He's a better listener than he is the guy to go to for advice, awkwardly standing around while Kyrie would cry about something that happened to her or that she was going through. He's gotten better over the years though. He'll take his partner to the couch and make sure they're nice and cozy, offering them an earbud to take and listen to some music while he sits with them, waiting for the storm to pass and eventually for the power to return. He's attentive, and tries, and that's all that anyone can ever really ask for.

When the power does come back, he's cracking a smile, and even hits them with something witty and sarcastic.

"Was that so bad? You did just fine"

And they did! And he presses a little kiss to their forehead.

Credo

He had expected such to happen when he caught the forecast on the news just a few days prior. He suspected that something like the power going out would happen, and so he's pleasantly pleased with himself when he managed to be correct in his assessment.

"Not to worry, I've got this", Credo assures his S/O as he moves with a calmness to gather the things that he has prepared in case such an emergency were to arise. There are bottled waters, flashlights, and the like.

One could even say that Credo's a little too prepared. He makes his calls to Kyrie and Nero, making sure that they're alright and have everything just as he had instructed Kyrie. While with his S/O, he's going over what the plan is and etc. The one-winged devil is a little impatient with things, pacing around the house as he waits for the power to return, and checks in with his partner to make sure that they're okay too. It might take their own assurance that things are okay to calm him down from his restlessness.

Credo isn't usually one to have his feathers ruffled, but there are times where even he loses his cool, like when the Order used his sister to further their own goals. It was absolutely unacceptable, and he'd hope that her, Nero, and the boys were doing just as fine as him and his S/O were. If his S/O were to become anxious during the predicament at any point, he'd stop his own fretting for a moment to address theirs. He'd apologize if he had any part to take in causing it, and promptly pull them into a hug, after asking if it were okay to hug them. His formalities could be found endearing, even after all this time, and they do end up calming his partner down. The distraction is more than appreciated as he tries to figure out what to talk about.

Although one may find that he's not so good with small talk, and curses himself for not being better at it for their sake.

Sparda

The dark knight doesn't see a power outage as a problem, even finding it a bit trivial that the lights went out all because of a silly little storm? He alerts you rather loudly that there isn't any power.

"Dear!! The lights have gone out! Is everything alright?"

Funny how he could create the contraptions necessary to power the Temen-Ni-Gru, but simple electricity puzzles him. Ah, oh well. He could easily provide a bit of light with a bit of magic. He was quite good at that, and he does well to emulate a bit of light for him and his S/O to walk around the house if he wasn't too busy with reading or doing anything else the moment the power went out. His main priority is his partner and after seeking them out, he's making sure that they're alright and taken care of. Upon finding them, he'll snake his arms around their trunk before pulling them close to himself.

"That didn't scare you did it?", he'd ask as he smirks into the back of their head, pressing a kiss to their hair as he takes a gander at the state of their abode.

He's off to check on other things if his beloved is fine and dandy. With a bit of his devil's magic he'd even start on preparing them some tea to enjoy until the power comes back on. Sparda does enjoy using his talents every now and then, showing off his power in these small displays to charm his S/O further even though he's already secured them. It's something that he can't help. He does get a bit more serious if his partner happens to be a bit disturbed by the lack of power. It's almost like a 180, where his lightheartedness is replaced by being more levelheaded and attuned to every little thing from his partner. The pupils of his eyes narrow as he kneels before them, surrendering himself to them as he takes their hands into his own.

"Darling, if there is anything that I can do, you just need to say the word", he says in a sultry tone. He'll bring their hands to his lips as he thumbs over the back of them.

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For you Kinktober prompts can I request, #4 with Dante, #1 with Nero receiving and #9 with V receiving

(I hope this works with your format for requests, doing this on Mobile is a little hard so I apologize!!)

You did fine, don't worry! Let's kick this event off with a bang (bang! bang! pull my devil trigger... I'm sorry.) with a bit of some soft Nero comfort and tenderness because most definitely out of everyone in this franchise he's one of them that need it the most!

Day 1: Praise

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always!)

Putty. Nothing but putty is what Nero turns into under your hands. Through panted lips and lidded eyes he can't even keep his own head on straight while he's been instructed to do is just laid back and let you take over. All the build up tension, all the anger, all the fear, all those thoughts that haunt every hour of the waking day on how he could've done better to save and help the people he cares most about - Credo in particular -all those insecurities and regrets, everything, it all vanishes with your soft loving touch over him and your sweet voice in his ear telling him to let go.

You so so much amazing things to him, things he'll never comprehend to understand - tiny things like the deep itch that's scratched in the deepest part of his core when you scrap nothing but your fingertips through his scalp coming through his siliky spiky silver hair. Or just how when you're pinned over him while you hover over his cock with the mind breaking teasing as you rub the tip against your hole with the tiniest of flexes of your thighs against his hips, as if any minute you could plunge in but you purposefully eag him on when and only then will you surprise him by thrusting down on his whole length in one fell swoop taking him all the way to his base - it gets him screaming. Then there's the number way to watch him with any sort of self control he could possibly have left shatter apart;

Compliment him, tell him how handsome he is, tell him how much you love him, tell him how good he does and how you appreciate everything he does for you and everyone else in his life and just how much the world doesn't deserve his kindness.

He'll cry. He'll actually cry until he's shaking convulsing with just how fucking happy and good he feels that he's melting so deeply into your kiss that he's practically thriving off you for air.

"Please, please, please," becomes his mantra over and over again as his voice cracks and distorts from both tears and being on the verge of trigger with every word out your mouth is nothing but overwhelming heart swelling words to hear that all go right to his dick. His hips are so desperate to thrust up into your own - words mangled in incoherent noises that resemble telling you he's reaching closer and closer to the edge. A wide grin spreads arcoss your lips as you lower yourself right to his ears, hands cupping the sides of his face to you can be as close as possible to force him to hear every word that came out of your mouth next.

"Then be a good boy and fill me up."

Even you weren't expecting it when your panting down staring at the unimaginable mess that flooded between your legs and stain your thighs. While you did hear the warning signs he was about to trigger you didn't think it would happen right away - the exact moment he came, large demonic cock spreading you so suddenly and full that you came from just the sudden shock of the shape that was inside you. While it didn't hurt as much as it should, tons of what should of hurt lost to the sudden geyser of pleasure that hit over you, it was definitely an... experience, one you think to most definitely keep in mind for future instances.

Meanwhile below you Nero lays de-triggered seemingly not even aware he done so I the first place with of his eyes dart around in seven different directions with the widest of drunken-like grins on his face.

"I take it you liked that?" He doesn't even give you a response just tugging you down immediately to smother you in kisses, his arms wrapped tightly around you to hold you close catching his breath.

"You didn't... have to do that."

"Well I felt that I wanted to."

"But-" He's quick to shut up when your hands are on his face demanding you to look at him again. "I did all of that to prove - besides the fact that I love you, Nero - that you deserve to hear how much you're worth it, did hear anything I was telling you during that? You were never and will never a burden."

"I know, I know... I don't think I'll be able to get use to hearing stuff about me like that, that's all." You take his hands into yours, giving them a tight squeeze while holding them over his head. "Then I'll say all of that stuff over and over again until you do."

How he looks at you in that moment is... mystified, eyes so full of tenderness and sincerity that he shakes his heads as he melts into a soft smile. "I think I'd like to give that a shot."

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[mariyekos]

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#it's not a ship fic just two guys talking#with credo having a religious crisis while dante's just kind of. there. and not sure how he feels#mostly dante's tired snd he kind of feels a mox of pity and disdain for credo#dante isn't a perfect guy. if you asked him he'd say it's debatable whether he's even a good guy#but that doesn't mean he can't still dislike credo's complicity in crimes. and think they can BOTH be bad people#really what dante hates are bad people who don't know they're bad people. people without remorse.#people who can do bad things and walk away without guilt#credo hasn't. he's obviously very very guilty and tortured by it#but dante also doesn't like watching someone wallow in self-pity while doing nothing (which may or may not be hypocritical)#he can and will grant no absolution. trying to absolve yourself of guilt via another is insanity to dante#dante can't do that for credo. credo didn't hurt dante so it's not his place to forgive credo and he's honestly kind of offended-#-credo would come to him for that. which credo did NOT come to dante for. explicitly. (bc he kind of did even if credo wont admit it)

but anyway yeah dante doesn't think he can do anything for credo but he ALSO doesn't like watching people suffer (usually sometimes he doesn't really care but credo is in a weird place bc dante doesn't care about him but nero does and kyrie does (who nero cares about) so dante's semi-invested by proxy). so he sort of begrudgingly helps just a little bit. not because he's granting credo any absolution. he's just. helping a little. it's not gonna fix credo forever. but if credo wants forgiveness so much then he should go out and do something about it rather than dumping all of his regrets and responsibilities on some guy he's only spoken to a handful of times that has a life of his own. you really want to do something credo? then do it!

(something something dante being really set in his ways and not changing but being a hypocrite who can't stand it in others so he pushes them to change for the better even if he wont' change himself. because he deserves the mess he's made for himself but seeing others in messes they also kind of deserve makes him feel conflicted and while sometimes he'd do nothing credo's earned just enough points to make dante put in just a liiiiitle bit of effort to push credo in the right direction. but not in a religious way, datne insists. he's not a god. sparda wasn't a god. fortuna's whole religion thing was ridiculous. this is a one time thing and credo should NOT look for a repeat because it's not happening but dante wants him out of his hair so yeah. he'll help just a little. but that's it. the rest is up to credo and dante does NOT want to be bothered. (but if credo really did kick the bucket, dante would check in on nero and kyrie occasionally, even if only in the capacity of a patron who sends over a sign and maybe some money or something. he's got a heart yet.))

more in the morning but i. need sleep so bad goodnight!!!!!!!

Trying to work on the Dante + Credo post-DMC4 "I'm not your god (but I'll help you anyway)" fic again and I feel like I've got the core ideas fleshed out well, but I'm struggling to get it into proper fic format... The idea is that Credo survives DMC4 but is wasting away, so he goes to Dante to basically ask him to look after Nero and Kyrie, but has some uh. Religious moments. Dante wants Credo to stop treating him like he's special because he's not, but Credo can't help it because Dante feels Special whether he wants to admit it or not.

There's a lot of religious guilt and an exploration of Credo's complicity with (in?) Sanctus/The Order's crimes, plus a core feeling of a questionable faith that may or may not actually produce results tied into questions of what a god really is, what Dante would be as the son of that "god," and whether someone must earn salvation themselves or if they can reach for it for the sake of others. Which is all phrased terribly but it's late and the whole point of this post is that I'm trying to figure out how to make these ideas actually sound good so. Yeah it's all messy. Hopefully I'll figure it out eventually. I've been trying to write this fic for three and a half months.