#dante fanfiction

[dmc-brainrot]

The Devil in my Eyes (part 3)

Dante (DMC5) x reader

warnings: young! reader (late 20s), slow burn (there's nsfw in this one though), virgin! reader, human! reader,  gender neutral! reader (no pronouns are used), size difference, smut (minors DNI), fingering, unprotected sex, cumming on body

summary: Dante comforts you after your emotional outburst in a way you didn't expect to enjoy so much

word count: 2.5k

chapter 1 | chapter 2

>> AO3 version

a.n: I'm very very embarrassed to share this, I never wrote sex scenes before and I'm also sick, so if you see the tenses changing from past to present please forgive me I have a fever and couldn't sleep so I finished writing this.

(requests open)

You didn’t know what exactly came over you but both your lips were touching. Something stupid Dante said, a silly laugh shared between the two of you, and then... a kiss. You and Dante kissed for a good while, it wasn’t rough or strange, it was... sweet and gentle and it made you feel different. Once you pulled away from one another, you simply stared at him with what could be interpreted as a surprised expression.  Dante looked back with a smile.

“I-“ You began, but your tongue seemed to be stuck in the back of your throat. You didn’t know who kissed first, if it was you, or him, or maybe both at the same time. You didn’t know what to say, if you should apologize, or play along, or just stay quiet... regardless, you ended up staying quiet like an idiot.

“I think we both know what we want right now” Dante spoke before you had the chance to. “Don’t think too hard about it, okay?”

"Dante-" You tried to object, but it was fruitless. He was kissing you again and you couldn't resist his lips against yours. You were so nervous. What was going to happen? Were you two seriously doing this?

Dante kissed you a bit more passionately this time, his hands finding their way around your waist and slowly but surely pressing you down against the couch you two were in. You could feel the weight of his body against yours and you struggled to figure out what to do with your hands. You eventually settled into holding the back of his head, as he maintained your kiss for a while longer.

Once he pulled away again, your cheeks were flushed red and you stared at him with an indescribable expression. A mixture of desire, fear, insecurity, anxiety, you couldn't tell. Once more, he seemed to take note of it, and smiled.

"If you want to stop, you can tell me" He spoke.

"I-" Words failed you. Did you? Part of you wanted this to happen, while another was afraid of what'd happen afterwards. Would things be different? "....I want this." You finally said, albeit soft and weakly.

That was enough for him. He leaned back and took off his shirt, tossing it aside and exposing his figure. Your mind couldn't help but go back to the vision you had of him the night before, when he was laying on his bed in full display. Your cheeks warmed up at the thought.

"I'll take off yours now, okay?" Dante asked, and you nodded slowly, before feeling his large hands reach down and remove your shirt, tossing it aside as well. You could feel his gaze on you and on your body and there was nothing but pure amusement in his face as he took in your figure. You couldn't help but feel shy.

Next thing you know, he's leaned down on top of you, feeling your skin and using his hands to grope you gently, going to your sides and rubbing them softly, making you gasp. You squirmed a little under his touch, not because you wanted him to stop, but because the sensations were almost overwhelming to you.

Dante let soft kisses against your skin, your chest, your stomach, until he reached the rim of your pants, making you shudder in reflex. Once he got there however, he leaned away and sat up, holding you by the hips now and spreading your legs a little, fitting you underneath him.

"Do you want to move somewhere more comfortable?" Dante asked in a quiet tone, you could feel the hair on your body stand up by the way he sounded.

"Please...?" You asked softly, and again, it was as if everything you said was an order Dante was more than happy to fulfill.

He picked you up and carried you upstairs to his room, opening the door with his foot and entering.

His room wasn't anything impressive, it looked just like yours except with a TV and some trash around tucked away in the corners. He placed you on the bed gently and didn't waste time getting on top of you and kissing your neck. A small sound escaped your throat as he kept going, his scruffy beard rubbing against your skin as his lips marked your skin.

You weren't this kind of person. You never did this with anyone, and even your ex of 2 years got fed up with your attitude. So why him? Why were you willing to do this with a man you've only met a few days ago?

Despite the attention you were receiving on your body, your mind wandered and made you feel guilty. Did this make you a slut? Nobody would know about it...but deep down you kind of felt like one.

Dante pulled away, using one of his hands to turn your face towards him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, making you look back.

"N-Nothing's wrong." You respond shakily.

"You're tensing up... " Dante spoke, one of his hands caressing the side of your leg up and down. "Nervous?"

"....Yeah..."

"I'll take it easy, okay?" Dante reassured, kissing your forehead, but before he leaned back, you wrapped your arms around his neck a little.

"....Do you think I'm a slut?" Your voice came out like a whisper, but made Dante stay in place.

"...Why would I think that?" He looked back at you with his icy blue gaze, hands now resting beside you on the pillow.

"...Because we've known each other for only a couple of days and... we're already doing this" You sheepishly responded, looking to the side before meeting his gaze again.

"...Ah... I see." Dante pulled away, sitting up so he could look at you better. "Do you feel bad for your first time being like this? Is that it?"

"N-No! I mean... well, I never pictured it'd go like this before, but... I don't know"

"...It's fine, do you wanna stop?"

It was almost humiliating how open minded and relaxed Dante seemed about everything that ever happened. You practically living there, your tantrum, the fact you suck at absolutely everything, your lack of experience, and even this... Did he not get bothered?

You looked back at him and bit your lip. You were always like this... so insecure, so unsure of things, unable to take the initiative and simply letting things happen, letting people get to you and not the other way around. You were sick of it.

You weren't a child anymore, you were a free person, no strings attached, and Dante was right here to make you forget about everything at least for one night.

"No." Escaped your lips. "I want you, Dante."

Dante smiled, showing his teeth, and you could see his sharp canines poking out from his lips. He leaned down again and with a swift movement removed your pants, tossing them aside along with your shoes and your socks, leaving you just in your underwear.

There was a visible size difference between you two. He was massive, not only in size but in muscle as well. You felt small underneath him, but it felt thrilling as well.

He kept on loving your body, groping and rubbing some sensitive spots throughout you with his hands, while using his lips to plant kisses across your skin. Every time his lips and warm breath reached the rim of your underwear you felt a shiver going down your spine, making your back arch softly.

You could feel your body warming up at the sensation he was spreading throughout your skin, and soon, his lips met yours again. You felt his weight against you and how firmly his hands held you by the hips, and you wrapped your arms around him again to pull him closer.

Your kisses were more passionate now, despite you being a little sloppy he didn't seem to mind. He opened his mouth and waited for your permission to go further, which you allowed to happen, your tongues swirling together as small sounds escaped you.

You were getting really hot and bothered with all of this attention, and you could feel Dante was getting rather excited as well. He bucked his hips and grinded against you, and you could feel his cock rub against you through the fabric of his pants. The feeling was exhilarating, and you couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

After some sloppy tongue kisses, he pulled away to breathe, and your gaze wandered automatically to the bulge that had formed in his pants. You felt absolutely dirty doing this, and the sight only made it worse. But you couldn't tell if you were regretting agreeing to this, or if you were excited to do something you've never done before.

He unzipped his pants and removed them with some difficulty. He seemed almost impatient to get them off of him. You giggled a little as you watched him struggle, and you could swear you could see him blushing a little, a smile coming to his face.

"Don't laugh, hold on" Dante smiled, finally able to remove his pants and also his underwear, exposing his form fully to you now.

Your cheeks were also dusted red upon the sight. You wondered thousands of things, but you were too shy to share your concerns out loud.

"Alright, now for the fun part~" He smirked, leaning down and removing your underwear at a slow and teasing pace, sliding it down your legs before tossing it aside as well. He could see you were already pretty excited.

He took out some lube from the nightstand beside you and put a little bit on his fingers, rubbing them against your entrance before pushing one finger in.

The sensation made you arch your back almost instantly, and your breath got stuck in your throat. You felt his finger move and your eyes could barely stay open. You don't even notice when he sticks another finger in and begins to move.

He notices your expression and can't help but stroke himself as well with his free hand, continuing to work his fingers in you for a few moments longer before removing them. 

You try to recompose yourself but before you could even breathe, the tip of his cock was already rubbing against you. You closed your eyes tight, expecting something that never came. You opened one of your eyes and look up at him.

"Dante...?"

"You look so scared... can I really do this?" Dante smiled, holding you by the legs and lifting them up until they reached your shoulders.

"Ah...Y-Yes....sorry"

"Don't apologise. If you wanna tap out at any time, just tell me to stop"

You nod... just by the position you're now in you feel like quitting. This was so embarrassing, he could probably see all of you from where he was sitting. God. You cover your face with both hands but feel Dante kiss against them.

"I want to see your face" he whispered in a raspy tone against your hands, making you shudder and slowly uncover it. He's right in front of you and you can feel him rub against you.

"D-Dante-" You whimper, and see him smile, before thrusting himself inside.

Your vision whitened almost instantly, once more your breath feels stuck in your throat and your whole body tenses up. There's a burning and stinging sensation spreading throughout your body originating from your lower region.

He didn't move, watching the range of expressions and whimpers you were showcasing to him as you adapted to the current situation.

You could feel Dante slowly pull out, inserting himself inside you once more, this time a bit gentler, making the pain  be slightly subdued by the friction. You could also hear him whisper against your ear 'relax, it's okay' over and over and kissing away any tears that developed in your eyes.

"Let me know when I can move" Dante whispered, gently rubbing your thighs as he still held you up.

"O-Okay...." You whimper, small tears still filling your eyes.

You try to control your breathing and relax... it takes a while but you eventually give Dante a nod for him to move.

The feeling that comes afterwards is ultimately euphoric. He leans himself closer to you, your legs resting against his shoulders. He holds your hands and intertwines your fingers together, pressing them both against the pillows, and with this action you feel him slipping further inside your body.

You moan, as if completely forgetting this had been painful a second ago. He holds you down the bed firmly, as if you could slip away at any second, and thrusts inside you. His hips move and with every thrust a new sound escapes your lips, which seems to only excite him more.

The only sounds in the room are both of your moans and the sound of him thrusting himself into you, but you're so overwhelmed by the pleasure you don't hear anything really. Your eyes are barely open and you notice his expression... He seemed to be trying to keep himself together. You wonder why, but you also didn't care that much. He's biting his lower lip and you can see red tinting his lip where he's biting it. There are deep groans that escape his throat that make him sound like an animal, trying to keep himself tamed.

You didn't know how to properly process this but there was something building up inside your lower stomach that made the situation even more euphoric.

Dante could feel your body tensing up occasionally based on his thrusts, your insides squeezing him and it was getting harder and harder to keep things at an easy pace for you. You noticed this as he began to quicken up the pace and tried to reach deeper inside you. You tried telling him to slow down but you were overtaken by the feeling of him inside you.

His groans got more animalistic with time, and he could feel himself growing closer to his end. You could feel it too, and you couldn't even make any more sounds at this point as he reached a spot that felt way too nice. His thrusts get slower and deeper as he is reaching his climax, and you're a whimpering mess underneath him as you reach yours.

With some final thrusts, you feel him pull out and a whimper escaping you as he does, not used to the sensation. You opened your eyes afterwards to see him stroking himself, and soon enough climaxing over your lower stomach.

You were breathing deeply as he lowered you from him and laid next to you, catching his breath as well. You have no words, you can only try to gather your thoughts as you feel lightheaded and a bit nauseous.

"Dante..." You managed to whisper, looking back at him with a weak and tired gaze.

"Just relax...I'll clean you up in a bit" He reassured you, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead.

For someone who said previously he only did casual hookups he was being awfully caring... You wondered if there was something more to him that he wasn't telling you...

Before you could ask anything however, you felt your eyelids grow heavy, and you succumbed to sleep.

[eponastory]

As promised...

Sweet Tooth

What happens when someone sets a bag of chocolates in front of Vergil?

Well, you'll find out here.

Dante was curious. He knew that when he and Vergil were kids, they both had a sweet tooth. He still had a sweet tooth that kicked in every now and then, but it was usually brought on when he saw someone else eating candy. Most of the time, he settled for strawberries or ice cream. Vergil, on the other hand, loved chocolate as a kid.

As a matter of fact, there was a time he remembered his brother waking up in the middle of the night and spewing chocolate cake all over the bedroom. Their mother warned them not to eat all of the cake in one sitting, but they were both stubborn. They were still stubborn.

As it was, they were sitting around the table at Nero's for a family get-together. It was the first time in a few months that Kyrie put her foot down and invited all of them over. This included Evan, who had brought a whole bag of chocolate candy with her. Lady tagged along, seeing as she was part of the family, too.

Dante sat between Nero and Vergil, acting as a buffer between the two, while Evan sat across from Vergil with Lady on her left. It was a good setup, and they had finished eating a while ago. Dante smiled when Evan set her bag of candy on the table in front of her.

Oh, this was going to be interesting. His kid was just as devious as he was, and he gave himself credit for it. He could see the look in her eye. She had noticed Vergil's tendency to reach for anything chocolate when it was presented to him. Although, it was a setup.

"Hey, so, how was that trip to Europe, Evan?" Nero asked his cousin, who was busy trying to open the foil wrapper on her piece of candy.

"Oh, it was okay. Nothing I haven't seen before." She had just returned from France two weeks before. Even though she had been to Europe already in search of a way to bring Dante back to human civilization. "Studying abroad is not all its cracked up to be when you've been to all these places before."

"Yeah, I guess that could put a damper on the whole college experience." She nodded at Nero's statement as she popped a candy into her mouth.

"Once you've seen one thing over there, you've seen them all. Isn't that right, Verge?" Dante leaned back in his chair.

"I find Europe to be less exciting than East Asia. You should go there when you can, Evan." Considering his love for anything to do with Japan, Vergil was always quick to recommend the country for top choice in travel. "The food alone is reason enough to go."

"And that is coming from someone who can lower the sushi production in the matter of hours." Dante slapped his brother on the back, hoping Vergil would take the bait. That was when it happened.

Vergil reached for the bag of candy.

Not only did he grab it, but he opened the bag. He looked inside as if no one was paying attention, which they were. In an inconspicuous way while still carrying on in conversation. Dante glanced at Evan with a smirk on his face. The bait had been taken. All that was left was to sit back and watch the show.

"I mean, I'd actually love to go to Japan." Lady spoke up, not really in the loop on the trap that had been set. "I actually love Japanese fashion."

"Patty would definitely agree with you on that, Lady." Evan handed her a piece of candy. "Besides, she was really jealous of me when I went to Paris."

"Is she still not talking to you?" The younger twin asked.

"Sort of." There were the occasional calls and texts, but nothing to say they were back on full speaking terms.

At this point, Vergil had the bag all to himself, and there was a pile of wrappers forming in front of him. There was a very distinct look of mild pleasure on his face. Dante knew his brother well enough to know that Vergil's guard was totally down at this point.

"Uh, Verge... you doing okay over there?" The older twin stopped mid chew as he realized everyone's attention was on him. He looked out the corner of his eye before swallowing and composing himself.

"I'm fine, Dante." He waved at everyone to carry on before grabbing another piece of candy.

"Anyway, on to better things." Dante leaned forward and put his forearms on the table. "I've decided to remodel the shop." There was a smile on his face. "I'm gonna knock out a few walls upstairs, put in a proper bathroom..."

"All things you should have done years ago." Vergil interrupted. "A new refrigerator would be great too."

"Yes, that too... and..." Dante opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted again.

"New flooring." Vergil looked over at his brother. "Furniture wouldn't be a bad idea either. Who knows what has been on that couch in the lobby. And don't get me started on the kitchen. It needs a new stove..." He paused when he realized he was saying too much. Dante was looking at him with an annoyed look on his face. "I'm sorry, were you talking?"

"No, no... go on. Tell me what needs to be replaced." The brothers sometimes got annoyed with each other. However, it was undoubtedly Dante's fault for this. "You sure you're okay? You've eaten a lot of chocolate." The red twin picked up the bag to see how much candy Vergil had actually eaten.

"I'm absolutely fine." Vergil snatched the bag out of his brother's hand and put it aside.

"You're gonna be bouncing off the walls later if you don't stop." There was a smirk on Dante's face at his twins reaction. "Kinda reminds me of that time when we were kids."

"Don't you dare bring that up." The older twin glared. "Dante."

"Oh I won't." Evan could see the mischief in her father's eyes and the challenge in her Uncle's. "Yet." To add insult to injury.

"Need I remind you of the time you ate too many strawberries." That caused Dante's face to instantly pale. The smirk faded into a look of pleading. "I thought so."

"That was a low blow, brother." By now everyone was invested into this whole scene. Lady was at the edge of her seat while Nero was looking on in interest. "That was a really... really... low blow."

"Yeah, well, you started it." Vergil crossed his arms over his chest with what everyone could assume was a pout.

"Did I?" Dante put a hand to his own chest as if he were hurt by the accusation. "You ate over a half a bag of candy and now you're acting like you did when we were kids."

"Who gave Evan the bag of candy?" That was Evan's cue to exit the room, but she only looked at Dante.

And so did everyone else.

"I knew this day was going to come." He looked Evan in the eyes. "My own flesh and blood..." He stood up.

"Did you just stand up?" Evan asked as she stood up herself. "Better sit back down old man."

"You better run... traitor." And just like that, Dante's face hardened. Now Evan decided it was time to run. "Oh no you don't!"

The father ran after his daughter, even though Dante was capable of catching her real quick. Vergil on the other hand, took the bag of candy and held it out for Nero.

"Want some?"

[brw]

My least favourite type of internet person is the person who claims fanfic is over thousands of years old or whatever. I understand we like to joke but fanfiction is fundamentally tied to fandom culture and is a very specific way of engaging with media. Religious texts based off other religious texts is not fanfiction and it is worrying the only way you can justify your interest is by comparing the two. I promise you you don't have to reinvent the wheel to write fanfic you can just do that but we don't have to say "Shakespeare wrote fanfiction about Richard III", there was not a Richard III fandom in 1592, that was called the divine right of kings.

[msue0027]

Ah yes, my favourite Bible fanfics, in no particular order

"Paradise Lost", John Milton

"Divine Comedy", Dante Alighieri

"Good Omens", Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

[filmnoirsbian]

Anyone who says the divine comedy is fanfiction has not actually read it. They may think they read it but really they just stared at each page and then set it down they did not read it.

[sinistersinita]

Shadow wizard money gang.

[ariseur]

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

dmc guys jealousy hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

eidjdfjjeieddejeje why do headcanons take me sm longer to do

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

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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

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

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

❥ but alas, vergil gets hella jealous.

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

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

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

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

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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

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

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

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

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

❥ (he’s just like that, guys.)

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

❥ help this boy please, he def needs it

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cerezzzita]

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil & their petnames for you

notes: I RISE!! We've been in mute mode for a whole freaking year (last fic was uploaded in October 1st, I am so sorry) but we're back in action once more, everybody please clap! This is a random and simple headcanon post, with pure fluffy and romantism, nothing more. Enjoy the ride!

♡ tags: fluffy, gender-neutral reader, no use of you/yours (it's just a silly post this time ueeeeee), no reader's appearance description, petnames, Dante & Vergil are on their fours for ya <3

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante calls you:

Babe/baby (the most classic one let's be honest here)

Princess/Prince/Royalty

Sugar/Sugarcube

My Rose

Sweetie/Sweetheart

Angel/Angelcake

Honey

Honeybun (if he's feeling too lovey-dovey)

Honeypie (if he's feeling way too lovey-dovey)

Love

Hot-stuff

Boo

Berry-boo (I can't with this man)

Legendary Devil Lover

Cowgirl/Cowboy

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil calls you:

Darling/Dear/Dearest

Little Dove

Love

Little Minx (if you're up to something ehehehe)

Sweetheart (only used in private because he's not a man of PDA like his brother)

Angel

Honey

My Queen/King (watch out he's feeling ultra romantic)

Sapphire

My Blossom

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[athenaluciscaelum]

A real fear I have is that the new DMC anime might ruin the community. I know everybody has the right to witness Dante and his awesomeness. But I don't know .... I'm lil scared about incel and red pills joining the community. Like I don't want to see people making Dante out like some sexist women hater or what not. As things on Netflix can get quite popular with lots of viewership. It has already ruined many anime like the Berserk community and what not. The DMC community has been great so far. Is my fear genuine? Or am I being very close minded?

[mannequinreligi0n]

NSFW ALPHABET: DANTE

writing these is so funnnn. i lowkey want to make nsfw headcanons for their devil triggers, too, but we’ll see.

as always, thank you for reading and hope you enjoy !

yours, obscura

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dante is literally a lap dog. He’s the more needy one after sex - hands glued to your limbs, head buried in your skin. He’s a sensitive guy deep down, and he needs the reassurance that you’re not just gonna up and leave him after getting what you wanted. He’ll go as far to lay on top of you just to ensure you don’t leave the bed too soon.

He’ll of course make sure you’re okay after. He’s already got a drawer in his nightstand filled with snacks and water on hand to feed you, replenishing any nutrients he might’ve sucked out of your body. Big on post-sex cuddles and pillow-talk.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dante loves his arms, but more specifically: he loves your face when he flexes his muscles or lifts a piece of furniture without breaking a sweat. He walks around the house and office shirtless just to show them off.

If we know Vergil to be an ass man, it’s only right that his twin is a tits guy. I mean, we’ve seen Dante ogle at those adult magazines - the man loves a good rack. But with Dante, all tits are in fact created equal. Any shape, size, color - doesn’t matter. He’s grabbing them, squishing them, shoving his face in them. I think he also has a thing for thighs. Let him lay between them and he’s in heaven. He’s even offered you a crumpled five dollar bill to squeeze the life out of him with them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man is FILTHYYYY. You know Deepthroat by Cupcakke? Yeah, he’s blowin’ bubbles with sperm. No matter the gender, Dante is a fiend - begging to be covered in your release.

When Dante comes, it’s more of a dribble/gush, than a straight shoot of ropes. ‘The fountain of youth’, he calls it. Dante doesn’t care where it goes as long as you’re happy, though he’s partial to covering your chest in cum, watching it drip down only to lick it off himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Panty thief. ((God, I hate the word ‘panty’)). BUT IT’S TRUE. Your favorite pair will always go missing and sure enough, Dante has it either in a drawer at the office or stuffed into the inner pocket of his coat. It’s mostly for the reason you think, but he also keeps it for sentimental reasons. He’s a sentimental guy, after all. You two always squeeze in a good fuck before he leaves for a job, and he’s sure to swipe up the pair you wore that night as a reminder of you and what he’s fighting for, keeping it zipped up in the pocket by his heart.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dante ACTS like a Casanova, a real playboy, but in reality, he’s scared as hell of intimacy. He’s had a handful of one night stands and drunken hookups but they served more as distractions than actual points of experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, sideways 69, leapfrog (variation of doggy)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Laughter is necessary in the bedroom for Dante. His job is awful, his life is literally hell - he needs the light moments with you to unwind and remind himself that there’s more to life than killing and being miserable.

This man thinks he’s a comedian. He’s telling you a damn knock-knock joke, expecting you to say ‘who’s there?’ while your mouth is wrapped around him. This being said, Dante is excellent at reading a room. If the situation calls for more serious or passionate love-making, he can switch off his playful side for a while.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

C’mon, we’ve all seen the man - he’s hairy. Soft silver hair starts at the stubble on his chin and goes allllll the way down to his damn ankles. Would probably be inclined to trim his nethers, if he was home more often or if you had a preference for it. Otherwise, it’s homegrown and all-American, babeeyyyy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Big ol’ teddy bear - kisses all over, sweet words murmured in your ear. Dante isn’t the most materialistic or showy lover, but he’ll make you feel like you’re the most prized diamond in the world. Takes his time with you, makes sure you’re comfortable and he’s doing everything right before he even thinks about getting off. Big on communication, wants you to talk him through it as he does to you. He’s not the most romantic man, but he’ll definitely do his best to keep you happy and loved.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dante will jack off if the wind hits him wrong. It’s an outlet for him. When he’s sad, angry, happy, whatever. He’s not all that good at expressing his emotions, so having a moment of release sort of helps him let go of whatever is on his mind.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, humiliation, edging, impact play, pet play. Anything where Dante can let loose and let his guard down. All of these are reciprocal - he’s a true switch. Loves to have you bent over his knee, hand marking up your ass as punishment one moment, to flipping the tables and having you walk him around the house with a leash.

PRAISE KINK. Dante is a glutton for your words. He’ll sit and pout til you tell him he’s a good boy, or how pretty he is. There have been multiple occasions where he’s come just from praise alone, cock twitching in the air as you whisper compliments to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Really anywhere he can have you, doesn’t matter to him. He’s always busy, so he’s taking any chance he can get. The default is usually the leather couch in his office, since he’s there more than he is home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dante loves a good sext. Send him a picture of you in an old band shirt of his or a message about how much you miss him, and he’s almost causing a five-car pile up on the freeway just to turn the car around as fast as physically possible.

Is also stereotypical in that if he comes home to you splayed out on the bed in a piece of lingerie, he’ll literally (and I mean, literally) tear his clothes off as he scrambles to you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sex for the sake of sex is borderline a no for him. If you two have been together for a while, it’s different, but if not, he’s not putting out. Not only does he have trust issues, Dante has a lot of insecurities and trauma. He’s not fucking someone just to watch them leave him - it hurts too much.

Dante’s a pretty easy-going man otherwise. If you’re happy, he’s happy.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I know I said Vergil is a munch, but man, so is Dante. But in a different way. Dante is a tease, and loves to get you riled up in the most mundane situations. He’ll be stationed between your legs while you watch a movie in the living room, lazily licking stripes just to keep you on edge, or squatted behind you as you try to cook dinner. He’s a nuisance, really, but there’s no use trying to shake him off. He’ll get whiny and huff around til you let him keep going.

Dante is more of a giver. He almost never asks for oral and usually dismisses it, unless you ask specifically. But if anything, it’s more for you than him, knowing how much you love to gulp down his seed.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Dante has a tendency to get a little too enthusiastic, unless he’s purposefully trying to play the long-game and tease you. He’ll try oh so hard to go slow for you, make it last, but he just gets too excited. He can’t fathom that someone is actually letting him fuck them, and damn, you look perfect underneath him. If he slows down at all, it’s only because he’s trying to have a sliver of self-control as to not come prematurely.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are the norm for you two, not that Dante minds. Again, he’s often shuffling a lot so it’s rare that he can set aside a whole lot of time for you two. Any opportunity with you is fair game.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I feel like it’s obvious that Dante is an adrenaline junkie. He loves the thrill of new things. He’ll go as far as his partner will take him, as long as it’s within reason and no one gets seriously hurt (or arrested).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Back to back to back to back. The devil blood in him works overtime when he’s in the mood. Even if you’re wiped after two rounds, he’s pulling you back down by your ankles, asking you in that bedroom voice you love so much to give him one more, to show him how good and sweet you can be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dante is a big fan of toys. He’s holding a vibrator to you while he does paperwork, or he’s shackled to the bedframe with a gag and cage around his tip. Probably wouldn’t be all that experienced with them initially, but once you two are comfortable, he’s happy to acquire a good collection.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most annoying, frustrating man you will ever let into your bedroom. Dante loves to tease more than he might even love fucking you. He’ll spend hours saying suggestive things, grabbing your ass, toying with your clothes, only to walk away and act indifferent until you beg him to give in. It’s borderline evil.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dante never shuts the fuck up. Ever. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, who’s on top, where you are - he’s either talking or moaning. He’s an extremely vocal lover. The neighbors have already put in two noise complaints from how loudly Dante groans and swears when you two are together.

Constantly in your ear, mumbling nonsense and praise. Whiny, loud, and obnoxious - and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There’s no section here for top/bottom, unfortunately, so I’ll put this here: loves to get fucked as much as he loves to do it himself. Whether you got the parts, or you gotta use a strap for it, the man is more than happy to have his head pressed into the pillows as you ram into him. He’s a sloppy, whiny, needy bottom, and I’ll die by that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As with Vergil, Dante is not a small man. Only an inch shorter than his twin, he carries a lot of height. I think it’s canon (?) that Dante is not as big as Vergil in the meat department. I’m banking on a hard 7, soft 5. Grower, for sure. What he lacks in length is made up for in girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s damn near incessant, even as he ages. Dante hasn’t honed in his devil side as much as Vergil, which means he has less control of his hormones. If he’s not too stressed, he’s constantly waiting for the next moment to get his hands on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dante will literally pass out the second his head hits the pillow. He’ll stay awake for a bit to make sure you’re all good, but the second he lays down, it’s lights out. And he’s out for the entire night, snuggled into your side and snoring away til late morning.

[dmc-brainrot]

The Devil in my Eyes (part 1/?)

Dante (DMC5) x reader

warnings: young! reader (late 20s), slow burn (no nsfw yet, but there's plot), human! reader, mentions of sex (just talking about it), gender neutral! reader (no pronouns are used), virgin! reader, I don't know what else to put here

summary: you can see demons when no one else can, and after almost getting killed by one and being rescued by Dante, he seems very intrigued in that ability of yours and takes you to spend some time at Devil May Cry to see what you're made of

word count: 2.1k

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>> AO3 version

chapter 2

[this is my first fic ever about Devil May Cry so please be kind to me please]

You don't even know how this began. A mere human, being taken in by a devil hunter in Devil May Cry... after a huge accident happened with a demon that you almost died to.

You are a college graduate in your late 20s... and one night, you got a little too drunk when coming back to the small apartment you rented that was still next to the college you studied at. You got lost though, and ended up into an alley. What you didn't know is that in that particular night, a demon lurked in the shadows, eyeing its delicious prey that was presenting itself before it in that night...

Everything happened way too fast. By the time you blinked, there was blood gushing out all over the alleyway. Blood dripped on your face, staining your clothes, your bag, your skin... and when you looked down, there was an horrid creature sliced to pieces on the ground in front of you. The demon.

It was not the only thing that was in front of you, however. A man, on his mid 40s perhaps, was also there.... red jacket, silver hair, and a big sword. Blood dripped from the blade, and there were speckles of blood tainting his skin as well. You were in shock. Eyes wide, mouth agape, and he hadn't even noticed you yet. At least, he hadn't noticed you until you screamed.

"Huh-" The man asked in sheer confusion, before noticing why you were screaming. You could.... actually see the demons.

That fateful night was what made you and Dante meet. After passing out on the street after the fact, he had brought you to his office to rest. Once you were cleaned up, at least as much as he could've cleaned you without taking off your clothes, he sat there until you came to.

Once your eyes fluttered open, Dante was there, sitting on his desk, feet up, magazine in hand.

"Oh, you're up." His raspy yet teasing voice spoke up, making you turn your gaze towards him. "Let's talk."

You heard shuffling, until the man placed his chair in front of you and sat down, looking back at you with amusement.

"What are you?" The man asked, making you blink in confusion.

"H-Huh? Wh- what?" You were at a loss for words. What the hell did he even mean by that?

"You saw the demon, didn't you? In the alley?"

".....It's the first time I see one actually dead" You spoke cautiously, making the man raise his brows, almost if surprised.

"Humans can't see demons. You're telling me you've been seeing these creatures all this time?" Dante asked, leaning closer.

You just nodded, a bit uneasy in his presence. What was he getting at?

"Huh. A human who sees demons... huh? Not exactly how I pictured my night going, but this could be troublesome"

You didn't know what to do or what to say. You've been able to see creatures that weren't there ever since you were little. You thought they were ghosts, or monsters, only to find out they were demons and that they were in fact actually there. You always tried to repress that ability, distract yourself with your studies, trying to live a mundane life... until now, it seemed.

You've never seen a demon being killed, you tried to make sure the demons didn't notice that you could actually see them, and it had worked out well until today. But... this man, you were unsure what he was going to do to you. Was he also a demon?

"Are you....going to kill me?" You asked cautiously after he said how troublesome it was that you could see things you probably shouldn't.

That question made the man laugh. "What? Are you kidding? Of course not, this is the most interesting thing I've ever found in months"

"....Then.... what... what are you going to do?" You asked

"Introductions first. I'm Dante, Devil Hunter. You're at my agency, Devil May Cry" The man smiled

"....Devil....hunter?"

--

It had been a few days since you've been there with Dante. He couldn't let go of the fact you, a simple human, had 'powers', even though you yourself didn't consider seeing demons as a power, per se. He tried to see if you had any other abilities, but at the end of the week, while you were sitting in one of the spare rooms he had prepared for you, he hadn't come see you.

You spent the whole morning in your room without seeing him, and you were starting to get worried. He had made you an 'honorary devil hunter' while he saw what you were made of, which consisted of several 'psychic' related tests that ultimately failed. It seemed the only ability you had was have a weird vision, if that counted.

After some hours, you started to get hungry. You got tired of waiting for him, so you decided to leave the room and go look for anything to eat downstairs. The agency was empty, boxes of pizza spread out everywhere from God knows how long, soda cans, empty chip bags, and other various assortments of trash Dante refused to clean up.

You absent-mindedly tried to see if there was still anything edible from his trash, but eventually gave up altogether. You flopped to his desk chair. Maybe you could order something.

By the time you picked up the phone, the doors had opened. Dante was there holding a stack of pizza, already with a slice on his mouth, cheese slowly but surely dripping from it.

You jump at the sudden door opening, placing the phone down and looking at him wide eyed, before relaxing and sighing. So this is where he was... typical.

Dante strolled into the office and placed the pizza stacks down on the desk, finishing the slice he had in his mouth almost instantly. "What are you doing?" He asked, licking his fingers.

"I was hungry... and I didn't know where you went, so I was about to order something" You explained rather bashfully

"Eat up" He motioned to the pizza boxes. To be honest, just looking at them made your stomach hurl. You've been eating nothing but pizza and soda for the past week.... you missed real food.

"Is this what you ever eat?" You asked with a grimace, but taking a slice anyway.

"It's practical" He shrugged, sitting on top of the desk, in front or you.

"...So, um. I'm just a normal human after all, huh? You must be disappointed" You bring up after he sits down, munching on your slice of pizza.

"I've seen lots of things, and lots of normal humans. You don't fit the criteria even if your ability isn't much" He smiled "Why don't you stay here, huh? I could teach you to use a gun, defend yourself in case the demons take notice you can see them"

"...All I want is to live an ordinary life with no demons..." You sigh "... But, it's true that maybe one day they'll notice and kill me. I mean, I almost did get killed by one when we met"

"That's why you don't wander off at night" Dante teased, already on his third slice of pizza "But seriously, I could teach you"

"....I guess I can stay a while longer, it's not like I have much to do anyway" You sigh.

Ever since you started working freelance, things have been a bit tough, but... staying here with free food and hot water for the week wasn't a bad deal for now. And besides, Dante could protect you if any demons did try to break in or kill you. You didn't mind staying for a bit more. You lived alone in a small apartment, it wasn't like anyone would miss you.

"That reminds me, we got so busy testing what kind of abilities you have this past week, I didn't even really ask you about, well, yourself" Dante began, gobbling down his slice of pizza "What do you do? Besides seeing demons everywhere"

"There isn't much to tell" You sigh, finishing your slice of pizza as well and cleaning your hands against your pants. "I was born and raised here and despite my odd vision, I always lived a normal life. I finished college, got myself a small apartment and I have a Journaling blog that a few people follow"

"Journaling blog?" Dante questioned, as if the concept was alien to him

"Yeah, I try a lot of things and then tell about my experience, it teaches people how to do said thing and to not be afraid to try them just because they don't know how or never tried before... It's, kind of hard to explain... like a tutorial channel I guess?"

"Huh. Modern times sure have everything." Dante shrugged at the thought. "It's pretty impressive how you've led a regular life despite all the monsters lurking about in the corner of your eye though, you're more resilient than you look"

"I'll take that as a compliment" You sigh. "But...what about you? You don't really tell much about yourself either... I just know you, well, hunt demons"

"Eh. Nothing interesting to share besides that"

"...Seriously?"

Dante smirked "Well, the only interesting thing you don't know about me can be considered.....private business"

"Gross" You roll your eyes at his innuendo, but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks darken softly at the thought. It was true you did consider Dante to be a rather attractive man... but you had no chance with him. A man of his age probably had a partner already... maybe one of those women that appeared here sometimes.... Trish and Lady.... possibly Trish since she looked closer in age to him... however, as you thought more about it, Dante never expressed any sexual interest in either of them, at least not that you noticed. "That reminds me... do you have a girlfriend or anything like that?"

Your question seemed to startle him a little, but he just laughed. "I don't have time for that, why are you asking? Interested in the position?"

Your cheeks darken further with his comment, and you scoff in return. "Psh, no. I was just wondering since you're....old."

"Ouch~ what does that mean? I'm in my peak yknow, I am too busy to even think about those things, I'm not settling" Dante took a fourth slice of pizza while he spoke

"Hmm..." You didn't seem satisfied with his answer. A man like him surely would have many suitors, or at least a lot of hookups on his belt. Maybe he was into flings rather than committed relationships? You shake your head a little as you catch yourself fixated on what kind of love life Dante must have, why did it matter anyway?

"What about you, huh? You're young. Got any girlfriends? boyfriends?" Dante asked curiously, leaning closer

You shake your head "No. I mean, I dated before but... nothing too serious.... they dumped me because I was... a prude" You grimace, avoiding your gaze as if ashamed of admitting it.

There's a brief moment of silence between you before Dante speaks again, after finishing his slice of pizza.

"That's not a reason to break up"

"...Why don't you tell my ex that?" You try to joke, but look clearly deflated. "You probably have a lot of experience... if you were open to dating you most likely wouldn't want someone inexperienced"

"You're assuming a lot of things about me you know nothing about" Dante smirked "If I did have a partner, I wouldn't mind spending extra time teaching them how to do things like that~ isn't that what's it all about?"

You shrug, unable to answer him. Your previous relationship was pushy and you felt ashamed of your body and your lack of experience, you didn't know "what it was all about" like Dante was saying.

Before you could say anything though, he jumped off the desk and cleaned his hands against his pants, before placing them on his hips and looking back at you.

"I've been with inexperienced people before, it's not all bad, as long as they don't fall in love with me afterwards that is~" Dante smirked "Everyone used to be a virgin in the beginning right? You only get better at something the more you do it"

"Ugh.... this feels like a parent having a sex ed talk with their kid, please stop" You grumble, rubbing your face a little in embarrassment

"Hey~ I wouldn't mind showing you how to do it" Dante leaned closer with a devious expression "My door's always open" he winked

"Huh?" You blink, feeling your face flush red before you could even process what just happened.

Dante walked back with a smile "The rest of the pizza is yours!" He waved, before going upstairs and disappearing behind the walls.

You sat there dumbfounded, did.... Dante just.... huh? What just happened?!

You were paralyzed in your seat for several minutes... unaware of the things that'd unfold between the two of you.

[eponastory]

Tell My Heart To Beat

Chapter 2 - Run

11 Long, Miserable Years Later...

She was the only one sitting on the bench outside the headminister's office. The bell for recess had rung signaling it was time for all the other children to go outside, but not her. No, she was in trouble. Again. It was not her fault, really. Emily Martin had started it, but Evan finished it with a well aimed punch to the face.

Evan had never learned to control herself when it came to being bullied. Her mother always insisted she rein in her temper and 'turn the other cheek', so to speak, but that never did any good.  She was always quick to react to someone threatening her. As it was, this was the third time this month she was sitting out in the hall watching as all the other kids got to go outside.

No one really paid attention to her. She was just the funny looking kid who had a temper and could not control it. Everyone else stayed away from her except Emily Martin and her friends. They always found a way to disturb Evan's peace.

"Evan?" She looked up as Mrs. Turner came out of the office. "Your grandmother is on her way, sweetie." The dark-haired woman was kind, and she always played the advocate for the children. "Are you okay?" Evan could see the lady had deep concern for her. She shrugged.

"I'm fine." The young girl pulled her knees up to her chest. "I just want to be alone." Her school uniform was wrinkled, and she was pretty sure some of Emily's blood splattered on her white shirt, but it is what it is.

"Okay." There was a curt nod from the woman before she retreated back into the office.

She waited for as the bell for recess rang again. Watching everyone go back to class was like watching a stampede on one of those nature documentaries she used to watch with her mother. Now, her mother had no time for her since she was always working or with her fiancé. There were always apologies and the classic 'I'll make it up to you' speeches, but that did not matter. Evan was just a waste of space.

The main door to the building opened to reveal her grandmother. The woman barely had any tolerance for her as she always complained about Evan's attitude. She was wearing a powder blue pants suit and a scarf over her head to protect her ashy blonde hair from the sun. Evan never understood why her grandmother acted like she was the most famous woman in the world, but that was how the woman was.

"Evan Harper... what on Earth did you do?" The tone her grandmother used was the same tone she used when Evan broke something expensive at home. Her blue eyes were wide with fury as she looked down on Evan with disapproval. "I knew you were trouble the day you were born." She sighed as she adjusted her purse on her arm. "You stay here while I go try to fix this."

Evan did not say anything. She only sighed before laying her head on top of her knees and closing her eyes.

She did not fit in anywhere.

She could hear her grandmother's high-pitched 'southern movie star' voice sweet talk the headminister into keeping her enrolled at the school. Evan did not even like this school. She honestly did not like any school she had ever been to before. Lately, though, she realized that she was the problem. She was the outsider who was misunderstood and lonely. She had no friends, but what did it matter?

She did not belong.

"Thank you so much, sir." She heard the door to the office open, and her grandmother stepped out with a pleased smile on her face. "I'll be sure to drop off that check tomorrow morning." Evan rolled her eyes as she watched her grandmother drop the act. "You ungrateful child, get your things and come on."

Evan did as she was told and grabbed her book bag off the bench next to her. She said nothing as she followed her grandmother out of the school doors and to the car that was waiting for them. Her grandmother's driver, Tommy, stood holding open the back door for them. Evan knew that there was about to be some harsh words slung her way as soon as Tommy closed the door.

Her grandmother kept silent for a long time as they rode back home. Evan knew she was going to fire off backhanded insults at her during the ride at some point, but she hoped that the woman would not. She was already feeling guilty for what she did. She played with the tie that went with her uniform as she waited for whatever unslaught her grandmother had planned for her.

"Honestly, I don't know what to do with you, Evan Harper." The woman sitting next to her kept looking out the window. "We have tried to accommodate you over and over... since you were born, but all you have ever done was complain and be unruly." Evan did not believe that one bit. She had always tried to keep to herself and not cause trouble, but trouble always found her. "We put you in the best schools, you get everything you want, and you have a roof over your head. Would it kill you to show a little bit of gratitude?"

"I do!" She felt like she was being cornered into feeling something she should not.

"Then why do you beat up other girls for no reason?" Evan was trying hard not to let her emotions go overboard, but maybe it was too late for that. She was about to jump ship.

"I didn't beat her up!" She yelled inside the car, prompting Tommy to look at her in the rear view mirror. "She pushed me, so I pushed back, then she tried to hit me!" She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and the burning globular sensation catching the back of her throat. "I did not want to hit her, but she kept coming at me!"

"That's not what she said." Why did no one believe her? Evan started to cry hard as her grandmother took the other side. "She said you punched her for no reason, and her friends were there. They said the same thing." The woman was always going to take the other side. "You broke her nose on purpose. You know you did, so don't try to play innocent with me, little girl."

Evan wanted to open the door on her side and jump out. She wanted to run away as her heart started to pound in her chest. How could these people she lived with claim to love her but make her feel so inadequate? She was nothing to them. Just an unwanted child from her mother's affair with a stranger. That was all her grandmother ever said to her.

"Oh, dry it up." The dismissal from her grandmother made Evan cry more. "No one believes your crocodile tears." The accusations towards Evan were heavy but false, and she knew it.

She curled up against the door, crying as the car moved on. Home was supposed to be a place where she should feel safe, but how could anything be safe when her grandparents constantly reminded her they did not want her? She only had her mother's love when she was around.

The remainder of the ride was filled with leftover tears, exasperated groans, and no words spoken. The moment the car stopped in the driveway of her grandparents' mansion, Evan bolted out. She ran through the front door as her grandfather opened it and strait up the grand staircase to her room.

The moment Evan slammed her door shut, she jumped into her bed and began to cry. To her, it felt like she was born to be miserable. Ever since she could remember, she had been treated like a stray dog that just showed up one day. That was not the case with her mother, but what else was she supposed to think.

Eventually, Evan cried herself to sleep.

She woke up hours later when she heard her door open. It was her mother coming in to check on her. Her mother, Ali, silently kneeled down next to her bed and ran her fingers through Evan's hair. The deep look of concern on Ali's face was the only clue Evan had that her mother knew what happened.

"Hey, sweetheart... do you want to come down and eat dinner with me?" Evan looked at her mother while she laid in her bed. No, she really did not want to be in the same room as her grandmother at that moment.

"I'm not hungry." Evan was unwilling to even move from her spot on the bed. Ali noticed her curled up state and how disheveled she was.

"Your grandmother told me what happened today." She kept running her fingers through her daughter's hair. She was not disappointed in Evan, but she was concerned that her child was getting out of hand. "She told me you beat up another girl."

"I don't want to talk about it." Evan turned over with her back facing towards her mother. Ali only sighed.

"Well, I do." The green eyed woman was not going to let her daughter hide away from her. "I know that your grandmother likes to spin things around. She's been doing it to me all of my life." She reached out to put a hand on Evan's shoulder. "She is a very controlling woman." She wanted to leave so many times. To take Evan and run away, but there was always something keeping her here. Whether it was the guilt tripping or the threats, Ali was dependent on her parents. "We'll talk about it later." She stood up and leaned over to kiss Evan on the cheek. "I love you."

Ali quietly walked out of her daughter's room and shut the door behind her. The life she had was not of her own making. The life she wanted had been ripped away from her with veiled threats and a contract she was forced to sign. She was in this prison as much as her daughter was.

Running a hand through her brown hair, she made her way down the large staircase that wrapped around the foyer. At the bottom, she saw her parents waiting for her with frowns on their faces. Ali knew they wanted to talk about what happened with Evan, especially since they were disappointed in the girl.

"Alicent, I think it's time we had a serious talk about your daughter." Her mother, Julia, said as she looked at her husband. Ali only sighed as she came to the bottom of the stairs.

"By all means, Mother, let's talk about Evan." She motioned to the parlor across the foyer. She followed her parents into the room reserved for such talks. There was always a decanter full of whiskey or scotch on the sofa table for her father. However, this time, she poured herself a glass before sitting down on the sofa across from her parents. "Alright, let's talk." She took a sip of her whiskey.

"Your father and I have done our very best to accommodate your daughter." Julia put her hand on her husband's knee with a sincere smile on her face. "In light of today's events, we both believe that it may be time to part ways with her... so to speak." Ali almost spit out her whiskey when her mother enlightened her on the proposal. Just like when they sprung up her engagement to someone she barely knew.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that for me?" She leaned forward to actually try to understand what her mother was saying.

"We have done everything in our power to make sure your daughter is well fed and taken care of for your benefit." Her father, George, spoke up. "We put clothes on her back, gave her a place to rest her head, and we've given her the best education possible. Yet, she constantly undermines us by spitting in our faces." This was not happening. No way in Hell was she hearing this right now. "Beating up other children and being a nuisance has gone too far, Alicent."

"We think it's time she find a new family." Julia smiled, thinking her plan was solid and Ali was going to go along with them out of obligation. Ali was not having it.

"Excuse me?" She stood up with the whiskey in her hand and disbelief on her face. "Did you just tell me that we need to rehome my daughter like some dog?" She pointed at her mother. "My child is not an animal!"

"We never said that, Alicent!" Her mother raised her voice in hopes to convince her. "We only said it's time for her to leave. You have to focused on your wedding and your fiance."

"Alicent, this has been a stain on our family for years now." Her father sat there as calm as could be with his righteous ego. She shook her head and laughed.

"A stain?" Ali threw the glass at the wall in anger. "She is no more a stain on the family as she is a blight to your fucking egos!" She yelled out. "If my child goes, I go too! And fuck both of you for your manipulative egotistical bullshit!" She ran a hand through her hair and sighed letting her anger roll off of her. "I should have stayed with Dante." Her mother's eyes narrowed as she moved to stand in front of Ali. There was no warning when Julia slapped her daughter across the face.

"And then where would you be you ungrateful little bitch?" Julia was furious. "If it weren't for your father and I, you would be out on the streets while that sorry excuse of a man left you. He didn't even show up when your daughter was born!"

"That's a fucking lie and you know it, Mother." Ali's anger flared again. "How did you think I came up with Evan's name?" She knew that Dante had in fact been there at the hospital when the nurse whispered the name he had chosen in her ear. "I knew that you lied then, just like you lied to me when Evan almost drowned in the pool. You are a manipulative bitch that has always tried to control me and my daughter for your own fucking game and I'm done." Her mother slapped her again. Despite the sting on her left cheek, Ali looked into her mother's eyes with a fury she had never felt before.

"You will sit down and accept what is going to be done without a word." Ali nodded knowing she had made her decision right then and there. "You signed a contract and you will abide by it."

"The Hell I will." She pushed her mother out of the way. "I'm taking my chances on the street." She was quick to run up the stairs to her daughter's room and hastily open the door. "Evan, get up... we're leaving." She turned on the light which elicited a groan from her eleven year old. "Pack the important stuff and clean clothes."

Evan sat up in a hurry as her mother walked out of her room. She had no idea what was going on, but it seemed her mother was furious. Not with her, but she could guess it had something to do with her grandparents.

She did as she was told, reaching under her bed for her small duffel bag and began to pack up all her clothes. She quickly changed out of her wrinkled school uniform into a pair of leggings and a hoodie. Hopefully, she would never see the ugly plaid skirt or wear that stupid red tie again. There were some things she wanted to bring, like the little stuffed cat she had since she was born, but she knew it would not fit in her bag. Oh well, she was going to carry it if she had to.

Picking up the little tabby cat plush, she put it under her arm before grabbing the bag. She went into the hall just in time to run into her mother who had two bags packed and ready to go. Was this really happening? Were they really leaving this place?

"Mom, where are we going?" Evan fell in line with her mother as they went down the stairs.

"Capulet." Ali told her. "It's a long drive, but it's far away from this place." Evan had never been outside of the city they had lived in. They had made it down the stairs when her grandparents appeared with their security detail behind them.

"Alicent, we can't let you leave." Evan looked at her grandmother as they attempted to stall her and her mother.

"Well, too bad." Ali adjusted the strap on her shoulder as she grabbed Evan's hand. "I'm leaving. If you don't let me go, I'll tell everyone your dirty secrets, because we all know my daughter isn't the stain on the family. It's your dirty dealings with the mafia."

"No one will believe that." Evan was becoming uncomfortable with the situation, but she had no choice but to wait.

"That's the thing, Mother... you're so wrapped up in your own lies that you can't see the truth." Ali stood firm. "You think you're on top of the world when you aren't. Sooner or later, its all going to come crashing down on you and I can't wait." She squeezed her daughter's hand and began to walk towards the door. "Goodbye, Mother."

Evan did not look back as her mother pulled her through the front door and out to the driveway where her car sat. It was not a fancy sports car or a rich man's car, but it was something nice that got them from one place or another. Ali opened the trunk and threw her bags in before telling Evan to get in the front seat. This would be the last time she ever saw the mansion ever again.

"Why are we going to Capulet?" Her daughter did not need to know the truth just yet, but she could at least tell her something.

"There is an old friend there who can help us until we get on our feet." Ali put the car in drive just as she spotted her mother running out after her. She put her foot on the gas and drove away as the tires threw rocks. She hoped that one hit her mother in the face. "It's a six hour drive, so get some sleep."

Evan could not sleep. Four hours into the drive, they needed to stop for gas, which was hard to do when nothing was open late at night. The quickest way to Capulet was through the national park at Raccoon Mountain. Before that, they were on the interstate for a while and would have to get on another interstate to Capulet. Either way, it was a drive through a forest and up a mountain.

The car was almost on empty when they came to a gas station that was just about to close for the night. Ali parked the car next to the pump then looked at her daughter with a small smile. They were out of that horrible place and on their own, but at least they had a chance now. She pulled out her purse to find some cash. She had enough to fill up the tank, which would get them the rest of the way.

"Okay, I'm going to go pay for gas." She put her purse back down at Evan's feet. "You stay in here and lock those doors. Do not open the door for anyone, got it?"

"Got it." Evan gave her a thumbs up, which was accompanied by a small smile.

Ali exited her car looking at the man who was in the window by the cash register signal to her to go on in. She closed the door and looked at Evan who locked the doors. Being in the middle of a forest at night was unnerving, but it was better than staying in that prison again. She sighed when she opened the front door and walked in. There was no one else in there except the old man at the cash register.

"Evening miss." He greeted her with a tip of his trucker hat. "I was just about to close up when you pulled in."

"I don't want to make you work any later, but I'm on empty and I've got my daughter with me." She smiled at him sincerely as she put the cash on the counter. "How much will this get me?"

"It should get you at least a full tank." She nodded as he took the cash and put it in the register. "I'll tell you what, why don't you grab some snacks and a couple drinks and we'll make this work."

"Oh I don't want to inconvenience you any further." She waved down his offer, but she knew he was not going to take no for an answer.

"It's no inconvenience." He gave her a warm smile. "I've got the pump set, just take what you need and take care of that youngin." He was such a kind man that she really could not refuse his generosity. She nodded before turning around to browse the snack isle.

She knew what Evan liked well enough, but she really had no appetite for anything herself. In the end she grabbed a couple bottles of water, some of Evan's favorite chips, and a pack of cookies. She could not thank the man enough for doing this.

"You really didn't have to do this." She told the man as she put the items on the counter for him to bag up.

"No, I did." His smile turned into a frown. "A woman and her daughter out here this late at night... that means she's running away from someone. I've seen it so many times and I try to help them when I can." She grabbed his hand as a tear came to her eye. Kindness was something she valued more than anything else, except Evan. "Oh, don't you go crying on me now. You get that youngin of yours somewhere safe and sound."

"Thank you." Ali smiled whole heartedly as he handed her the bag. "If we meet again, I'll pay you back for all of this."

"You don't worry about that." He said as she began to walk out the door. "Say, where are you headed anyway?"

"Capulet." The look on his face changed, which made her stop. "That's where her father is."

"If you can, avoid the turnoff to Raccoon Mountian Trail... some strange things have been happening out there lately." Ali nodded as she turned to step out of the door.

"Thanks again!" She gave him a small wave as the door closed and then she walked to her car. Knocking on the window to the passenger side, she signaled for Evan to open the door. "I got you a water and some of your favorites." She handed Evan the bag.

"Thanks, but I'm okay right now." She shut the door as Ali began to pump the gas. Once the tank was full, she was back in the car and they were driving off into the dark forest. "Who is your friend in Capulet?" Of course Evan would ask about that.

"He's just someone I met while in college working at a bar." Ali was going to keep details as little as possible. "He didn't stick around long though."

"Was he a boyfriend or something?" More questions.

"Sort of." She answered vaguely as she tried paying attention to the signs. "He was on a job when I met him, then we stayed in touch after." That was one way of putting it.

"So, what's his name?" Ali debated on whether to tell her daughter the name of the man who fathered her.

"Dante." There was silence as Evan took the time to process the name. She thought it was a cool name, to be honest. She had never met anyone with a name like that before, so hearing it automatically made her mother's old friend pretty cool. "Any more questions, Miss Detective?"

"Nope, I'm all out of questions." Evan decided to dig through the bag of snacks and pull out a pack of cookies. "These are pretty good."

"Yeah, you haven't had anything like that in a while huh?" Ali reached over and ran a hand through her daughter's hair. "I promise when we get settled in, I'll buy you as many cookies as you want."

"I prefer strawberry cheese cake, but cookies will do." Ali laughed at her daughter's declaration of her favorite food. Evan looked at her with a smile. "Anyway, I can't wait to meet Dante."

"Yeah, I think you'll like him a lot." She turned her head to look at her daughter, but saw something out of the corner of her eye. She barely had time to avoid the form in the middle of the road when she slammed on the breaks.

Evan watched in slow motion as the car she was in hit the tall creature in the middle of the road. The force of the impact caused her to collide with the dashboard as the car suddenly stopped. She looked at her mother who was pinned between the steering wheel and the seat with blood coming out of her mouth.

"Evan... " She heard her mother say weakly as the car suddenly became airborne. The pain that coursed through her body as the car hit a tree on the other side of the road was intense, but somehow she was still alive. When she looked at her mother, all she could see was her crushed body and her bright green eyes wide open. "Run... Evan... go... " Her mother rasped out as the light faded from her green eyes.

The girl barely had time to pull herself out of the spot she had been wedged in. The pain was slowly fading away as she pulled herself out of the wreckage. She could hear large footsteps moving towards her as she slipped out of the passenger side window. She had to run. She had to go. She had to survive.

Evan ran into the dark forest not caring about the branches and vines that tried to slow her down. She needed to hide as she heard the growling sounds from behind her and the sound of metal being picked up. Then a large crash made her stop. It was the car with her mother's body in it that came hurtling down from the sky.

She screamed as it landed in front of her, blocking off any escape further into the forest.

[eponastory]

New story idea?

Heck yes, because everyone needs some wholesomeness and I have writers block.

Ugh, I hate writers block. 😒

silly question but,

if you find the right person, and assuming that the person is rich as hell, would you quit demon hunting to go be a house husband?

100%. I'd be the best househusband ever.

[shy-sapphic-ace]

List of queer books I read, loved & recommend!

(There isn't any particular order, I wrote these as I remembered them)

Master Of One - Jaida Jones & Dani Bennett (mlm, fantasy, very cool worldbuilding and magic system, funny, cool characters)

Legends & Lattes - Travis Baldree (wlw, fantasy, very soft & chill vibes)

The Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon (wlw, high fantasy, cool worldbuilding, kinda reminds me of LOTR but with more dragons and feminism and lesbians)

Even Though I Knew The End - C.L. Polk (wlw, supernatural noir, cool 1930s detective story with angels & demons, I loved this one!)

The Love Interest - Cale Dietrich (mlm, science fiction, very cool concept)

The Darkest Part Of The Forest - Holly Black (side mlm, fantasy, cool fae lore)

The Weight Of The Stars - K. Ancrum (wlw, not quite science fiction but space stuff is involved, lovely and complex characters)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire Sáenz (mlm, fiction, very nice in general, there is also a sequel)

The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee (mlm, historical and vaguely fantasy, nice story but I preferred the sequel honestly)

The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy - Mackenzi Lee (wlw, the sequel to the one before, more fantasy elements than the first, asexual main character!!)

Gallant - V.E. Schwab (no romance, but in the background one of the characters(?) uses they/them pronouns, very cool dark fantasy vibe)

Stranger Than Fanfiction - Chris Colfer (gay main character, trans main character, coming-of-age, nice book)

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda (yes it's the Love, Simon book, mlm, fiction, pretty nice)

They Both Die At The End - Adam Silvera (mlm, sci-fi ish but mostly fiction, cool ideas, but the ending is sad! Very amazing book though, I haven't read the prequel yet)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid (wlw, bi main character, historical fiction, cool story, just a neat book in general)

This Is How You Lose The Time War - Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone (wlw, sci-fi, very cool time travel stuff!! and very beautiful, it felt like reading poetry most of the time)

One Last Stop - Casey McQuinston (wlw, background trans & pan & queer characters, sci-fi or fantasy idk, but time travel, I loooved this book, great)

The House In The Cerulean Sea - TJ Klune (mlm, fantasy, THIS BOOK oh my gosh you should read it!!, just cute and lovely and good)

Under The Whispering Door - TJ Klune (mlm, fantasy, this book is also sooo amazing, great character development and awesome relationships and stuff, it's been a while since I read it but it was so good)

In the Lives of Puppets - TJ Klune (mlm, ace main character!!, sci-fi, now THIS is found family, oughh feelings. argh, tj klune you’ve done it again, a human and his family of funky robots… I love them)

And They Lived... - Steven Salvatore (nblm, fiction, about gender identity and learning to love yourself, read it a while ago but it was very nice)

I Wish You All The Best - Mason Deaver (nblm, fiction, about finding your identity and people who care about you, very cute and sweet)

The Song Of Achilles - Madeleine Miller (mlm, historical, very good in general)

Carry On - Rainbow Rowell (mlm, background wlw in the third book, fantasy, it's a trilogy, basically Harry Potter if it was gay and also better)

Silver In The Wood - Emily Tesh (mlm, fantasy, very pretty, lots of fae stuff and lovely descriptions, it has a really good sequel too)

Pretty much anything by Alice Oseman (all cute and lovely and great, though I've only read Radio Silence so far I hear only good things, Solitaire is on my to-read list)

I Kissed Shara Wheeler - Casey McQuinston (wlw, fiction, it's been a while but I liked this book)

The Falling In Love Montage - Ciara Smyth (wlw, fiction, this book was so cute and funny and deeply emotional it made me Feel way too many things, I'd definitely recommend it)

What Big Teeth - Rose Szabo (a bit of queerness all around, fantasy, werewolves and monsters, this one was pretty cool!, lots of original ideas for the world/character building)

His Quiet Agent - Ada Maria Soto (mlm, asexual, fiction, about like spies but this book was so gentle and sweet I wanted to cry in the best way possible)

Some By Virtue Fall - Alexandra Rowland (wlw, historical fiction(?), theatre drama!! rival romance!! duels!!, a very good read in general)

Don’t Want You Like a Best Friend - Emma R. Alban (wlw, historical fiction, I’m not usually one for regency romances, but I really liked this!!, very cute and lots of drama, and there’s a sequel coming out soon!)

[polarisbibliotheque]

Hey Polaris, hope this helps as a vent piece:

Anger is one of the main traits of demons. Everyone's anger has manifested outward at least some point yet, one person keeps it under Heavy lock and key, Dante.

One day, the anger manifests in its destructive, gruesome and targeted anger in his Sin Devil Trigger as it manifests when that last patient strand snaps.

So here's the prompt:

As Reader wakes up from a hard hit, once fully back to full consciousness, they witness that destructive rage that Dante kept under lock and key. Nearby, Vergil is protectively standing in front of Reader but something's wrong, his hands quivering as he keeps Yamato out in front of him. The real question now pops into Reader's head, how do you calm to a blazing inferno that's unrestrained and now in full swing?

Dante going on a full Sin Devil Trigger rampage (or, very angry Dante)

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Vergil wasn't one to fear easily - but one thing he would always dread to see; and that would be Dante losing his humanity.

Trigger Warning: Reader stops breathing and is seemingly dead for a while. Lots of blood, lots of anger, lots of self-loathing on this one (they all need therapy)

Author's Note: Oh boy, this was a conversation I was having with dear Fury: how Dante is 10/10 the scariest when he's mad because he keeps his demon on a leash *cough* Subhuman *cough* and he's the one everyone should fear when going berserk, not Vergil. With all the requests I'm having, currently, Fury decided to leave this suggestion out until I had a little more time to write...

Fast forward a few weeks, I'm having issues with a couple of ~friends~ and, honestly, I haven't been this angry in years. To the point of trembling, laughing like a maniac, and wanting to fistfight the gods. Hence, Fury sent me this vent piece so I could satisfy my wrath in a more ~healthy~ way. Hope you guys like it, though, Dante needs a big ol' hug and someone to openly cry too, not just Vergil.

Again, they all need therapy

Not many things could stir fear in Vergil’s heart.

Mundus’ voice, silently taunting him in the back of his head, the memory of everything he had been through in Hell was one of those things. The other one was his twin’s fury.

It was a rare thing for him to grip Yamato with an unsteady pair of hands, putting a lot of effort and strength for them not to tremble – but the sight of Dante completely lost in his bloodlust was not to be trifled with.

The first time Vergil saw it with his own eyes was in Hell, when he and his brother spent a considerable amount of time to cut down the Qliphoth. Vergil was used to the taunts of demons and Dante was as well… Or at least he should be, at that point in their lives.

But the taunts were many. They had been running through the fields of fire without sleep for a couple of days – in the human world, probably, as time had a different flow in Hell – killing everything in sight; and hearing every kind of putrid taunt they could.

What made Dante snap, though, was a simple implication: that it was Dante’s fault that Vergil fell and got subdued by Mundus, suffering endless nightmares for years to come. A strange glint sparked in Dante’s eyes at that moment. The scream that rumbled in his chest was enough to be heard through many layers of Hell.

It wasn’t Dante’s fault, Vergil knew that very well. He had refused to hold his brother’s hand, there was nothing Dante could have done. It was Vergil’s choice, and his sin only. But… For the first time, he saw how much his brother blamed himself for that. How much Dante had suffered, all those years, alone in the human world.

As above, so below… Dante suffered alongside Vergil all those years.

And all of that because of a stupid, childish decision from Vergil’s part. He observed Dante in shock as that realization came down on him – and as he watched the prized human heart of his twin brother seemingly disappear, giving place to a blind, bloodthirsty demon in full Sin Devil Trigger fashion, killing everything in his path.

Vergil stayed away from the destruction, always keeping an eye on his brother… If he could call him that. Dante – the foolish, laidback, talkative, jack of all trades, witty and quippy brother he knew – seemingly was nowhere to be seen. He was gone, and everything left was his demon, with a never-ending thirst for blood.

Not that Vergil hadn’t had moments like those, but he was always alone. He would always find the end of his rage on the floor, exhausted, weak and cold. And so, he waited for Dante’s wrath to wear off – patiently, observing with a heavy heart, sorrow and guilt.

He didn’t enjoy seeing his brother like that.

That was the reason why, when Nico put to vote who was the scariest when angry, you threw your vote at Dante. You and the rest of the crew, except for the Spardas, decided to have a night out at a local diner, just to wind down and have a bit of fun – that sort of talk was a given when you were together.

“Dante, really?” Lady raised one of her eyebrows, staring at you with nothing but doubt in her multicolored eyes. “He can’t hurt even a fly!” When she said that, though, all of the eyes of the group turned at her in disbelief. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been hunting with him for a while. Dante can be a weapon of mass destruction, but he just… He doesn’t have that heart.”

“Hmmm… I think I have to agree with you on that one.” Trish slowly stirred her chocolate milkshake as Lady thanked with a sip of her vanilla one. “Look, I saw him killing Mundus. I saw Dante fighting the greatest and worst of Hell. He can be dangerous, but his human heart doesn’t let him be scary.”

“That is exactly my point.” You were ready to defend your thesis like a lawyer at court.

“Then why the hell would you vote for him as the scariest?” Nico didn’t have a cigarette on her hands because she had been forbidden to smoke inside the diner, but if she had, she would have been pointing at you with it. “Big flamin’ demon got nothin’ on Vergil, that one’s got the eyes of a killer. Got you chillin’ just by lookin’ at you.”

“Vergil doesn’t control his anger that much – I go as far as saying he doesn’t control himself as much as Dante.” And with those words, you won all the shocked looks you could at that evening. You would count that as a feat. “Is Dante a fool of a Tûk, as my dear Gandalf would say? Yes, he is. Is Vergil a walking death omen? Yes, he also is. But, I have talked to him about Dante being angry, and Vergil gave me enough hints to make it very clear Dante doesn’t let all his feelings out – he chooses to pass as a very aloof himbo of a man, but he is far from that. I’ve been his partner for enough time to say I agree with Vergil.”

“You might have a point.” Kyrie took a sip of her strawberry milkshake, as you let a triumphant smile take over your lips. “Dante might be playful, but we all know he has very deep emotions underneath that. It’s just like with Nero and his punk attitude.”

“But instead, he’s a cinnamon bun on the inside.” Nico topped Kyrie’s phrase, provoking some laughs on the group. That was the most accurate description of Nero if you had ever seen one.

“Dante loves his human heart, but he has a certain beef with his demonic one.” You wouldn’t say to the whole group you went as far as to believe he actually loathed his demonic heritage, as that was something too personal, but you had a hunch they all had some suspicions of that deep inside. “He keeps it in check, hidden, tamed. He lashes out when it’s a good time to do so – when fighting demons.” As you started getting some hums of agreement, you sneakily took Trish’s milkshake. “We have never seen Dante actually angry. And I don’t think we ever will.”

“Oh, now you’re makin’ it difficult.” Nico had to ponder those words, even if she couldn’t really see Dante being as dangerous as you said.

“Eh, not for me. I’m still going with Vergil.” Lady shrugged, firm on her opinion as always.

You took a little longer to get to the final vote – discussing what you had just said, as Trish called you out for stealing her milkshake and having it back, only to share it with you – but the answer was almost unanimous: the scariest one on a fit of wrath was Vergil.

Almost, because you kept adamant in voting on your red devil.

Vergil never came to know about all of that, but if he did, he would have agreed with you – not publicly, as he would hold his new title with pride, always content on inspiring fear as a way to keep himself and his loved ones protected. He would, however, agree with you privately, remembering Dante’s display of wrath in Hell.

That was the reason why his hands trembled on Yamato during your latest hunt together – the one where everything went wrong.

If only you would wake up. Maybe he could save Dante’s soul.

It all happened so fast, Vergil didn’t even see how things ended the way they were at the moment. On one second you were fighting by their side, on the other, you were tossed on the floor, soaked in your own blood, chest immobile. Not breathing.

“Y/n! No, y/n!” It was the very first time Vergil saw Dante dropping everything to run towards you. His brother let go of his sword, ignored all demons around and ran as if you were the only being in that godforsaken place. Vergil had to put himself between him and the demons, keeping them at bay as Dante quickly made his way to you. “Y/n! C’mon, babe! Y/n!”

Dante’s knees hit the floor with a loud thud as he dropped all his weight by your side – not feeling anything at the moment, but it would certainly leave a couple of horrid bruises. As his sky-blue eyes met that harrowing sight, desolation filled his face; Dante forgot how to breath for a split second, barely feeling his very own hands, legs tingling as his body seemed to sink in the ground even further.

Vergil stated the very same thing his brother did – and he never thought he could feel that way with the thought of losing you; but there was Vergil, with numbness on his fingers and a sickness in his stomach. You were the little light that Dante had found in his life, one of the only good things that had happened to him during all his damned years of living. Vergil knew how important you were, how only you could make Dante smile with a sincerity he only had seen when they were kids. What would be of his brother – his foolish, stupid, beloved brother – if he lost you to demons as well…?

The answer would come very soon, but not without a fight from Dante’s side.

“C’mon, y/n, open your eyes…!” Dante’s voice trembled, in a way Vergil had never listened to before. He watched as his twin brother desperately tried to bring you back, heavy hands massaging your chest, followed by breathing inside your mouth, and repeating once more. “C’mon, babe… Don’t leave me here…!” Those words were a whisper as he trembled trying to make your heart beat again, giving his breath to you once more so you could also breathe.

The realization washed Dante’s body as a cold wave, as he slowly felt he wasn’t in his body anymore – his body feeling your weight on his hands, but his soul completely out. Maybe flying away to meet yours wherever you were.

But then, a twisted symphony of distorted cackles and mockery ripped through his ears – the realization also came to the demons, and now they gloated with their first victory. Not only that, but humiliated the son of Sparda for losing his own beloved just like his father had lost Eva.

Vergil was ready to unsheathe Yamato and unleash all his fury to cut those demons in million pieces for that lack of respect – and to allow his brother to mourn properly. He himself had to mourn: you were too precious at the Devil May Cry for Vergil not to feel your loss.

But he wouldn’t need that. A deep growl grabbed the Dark Slayer’s attention, making him immediately turn to his brother. Dante got up from the floor with nothing but rage in his eyes bleeding tears, bare teeth as his demonic heritage boiled to rip through his skin and unleash all its fury on his enemies.

If only Dante had waited a single second, he would have realized what Vergil did. He would have heard a faint heartbeat – trembling, but fighting to survive. He would have seen your broken body trying to breath underneath the blood.

Dante killed the first demons with their own weapons, running towards his sword with a scream that only grew in strength. Vergil kneeled by your side, checking your pulse on your neck, staining his hands with your blood but stating what made his heart beat faster: you weren’t lost. Dante had to know.

The floor rumbled. As Vergil turned his attention towards Dante, he immediately turned back to you to protect you with his body. Dante’s scream thundered through the floor, as if it came from the deepest pits of Hell itself – and a thousand degrees exploded in sparks and molten lava as his Sin Devil Trigger took the place of the man who stood there before.

Vergil was used to the flames of Hell, they would not hurt him. But he wasn’t used to the wrath of his brother – and that might be something none of you would be able to recover. Vergil could take the heat of the explosion that took down many demons in its wake, but your human body couldn’t – and that was the reason why he had to do everything in his power to protect you.

Those silvery eyes turned back at Dante, still keeping a protective arm above you. Usually predatorial, now Vergil had nothing but worry in his gaze, watching with desolation as his brother became the bloodthirsty ruthless demon he never was.

In that state, Dante could make mistakes. He could hit you without even realizing. A misplaced use of his power, a wrong swing of his blade, another explosion of million degrees into hellish flames… Vergil could survive, not you. And, if Dante, who hadn’t realized yet you weren’t lost as he thought you were, ended up being the real reason of your demise…

Vergil didn’t even want to think what would happen.

For all he could see at that moment was a demon fiercely fighting other demons – or, better yet, easily subduing and mercilessly slaughtering all of them. And that was something that was so intrinsic to Dante’s heart: his mercy. Having Dante without his mercy, his kindness, his gentleness, his love, was the same as not having him at all… That was the source of his power, like rage was the source of Vergil’s power.

Watching his brother lost in wrath was heart wrenching, but knowing it could get even worse if he was to completely lose his soul was even more harrowing. Dante’s eyes bled his pain, even in that form, as he soaked his whole self in the viscous blood of his enemies – a monster beyond salvation, a creature without a soul, a lover without a heart. A man with his fragile hope crashed into pieces, abandoning everything that made him who he was, to allow himself to find some comfort through burning his own wrath.

For the first time, it downed on Vergil his brother might not come back. If he lost you, if Dante fatally wounded you, Vergil would never have him again – for Dante would lose the very last brink of humanity inside of him; a brink that Vergil couldn’t even see at that moment and didn’t even know if it was still there. Dante’s eyes were red, his growls distorted and animalistic, his power… Greater than Mundus, greater than even Sparda.

If Dante approached, Vergil would have to fight him. His brother wasn’t in a leveled state of mind to see logic – and he could hurt you, even if Dante would never do that. With all that blind wrath, though, Vergil didn’t even know if his brother would answer if he called.

Holding Yamato with a stronger grip than usual, Vergil stood in front of your body, guarding you from whatever harm that could come your way – be it in demon form… Or in his own twin brother form.

The cold hand of fear, though, slowly crept into his heart and held it on its stark clutches. Yes, Vergil spent his whole life sparring with that fool he had to call his brother – hearing Dante’s taunts and impossible physics, as if he didn’t even make an effort to make Vergil look like a complete buffoon during the fight, no matter how much technique and skill he had – but never Vergil imagined not having that.

Having Dante was a given. Fighting him was a given. Bantering, arguing, sparring, behaving like the bickering old set of twin brothers that they were. Vergil could say he wanted to defeat Dante, but he never wanted to get rid of him. What would his life be without his stupid brother?

Empty. Silent. Cold. Devoid of color.

Dante couldn’t go. And, most of all, he couldn’t go by Vergil’s hands. But if he was too much of a lose canon, if he was too far gone in his demonic frenzy, Vergil would have to put a stop to it…

Like Dante did with him as Nelo Angelo so many years before.

Vergil had to hold the cry that seemed to want to force its way out of his throat – holding back the tears that now glistened in his eyes. He was the most foolish of all… He was responsible for putting Dante on the same situation he found himself in at the moment – and just now he understood how harrowing, how painful and how much of a hell Dante had to go through.

Alone. Just like Vergil was alone in Hell – as above so below, the twins mirroring each other’s fates, on their realms and heritage of preference.

They weren’t so different after all.

As you started to hear the chaos around you once again, your head was spinning viciously and the pain that spread inside your lungs made you think you were going to explode. With an almost inaudible moan, you felt tears streaming down your eyes as you tried to open them, seemingly inhaling blood and pain every time you tried to breathe. You could feel you were covered in something wet and sometimes sticky, but it took some time for you to raise a trembling hand in front of your barely focusing eyes to realize it was blood.

Were you dead…? What had happened…? You could barely remember. You didn’t even know what hit you: suddenly everything turned black and now you were feeling like a bulldozer went over your body and somehow you managed to survive. Perhaps you didn’t, but if you were dead, you wouldn’t be feeling that much pain… At least, that was what people always said that happened after departing from the human world.

Plus, you could still hear the demons – but now, screaming in fear and trying to run away from something that was growling in such an inhuman tone, you wondered if you guys had accidentally summoned something bigger. By the noise, it had to be. The likes of Mundus and the other Kings of Hell – Vergil being the smallest of them, but still as deadly.

Perhaps it was Vergil…? To be fair, though, he never went all out without a really good reason. Maybe he thought you were dead? He appreciated you as much as a brother would appreciate his twin’s partner, but you didn’t expect him to have such a visceral reaction to your death; Unless…

You widened your eyes as your whole body seemed to be washed by a cold wave followed by a lightening that made you tingle from head to toes. Your heart sunk in your chest and the painful breaths you tried before were all but gone. Vergil would have a visceral reaction if he lost his brother. And that, you couldn’t even fathom: life without Dante didn’t exist… Or, at least, it would be something you wouldn’t want to go through.

You forced your body up, slowly turning to one side and barely using your arm to keep your weight as you tried to see what was going on. You had to find him, you had to find Dante. You would crawl to his body, you would shake him around as you could, you would give him your breath, you would give him your soul – but you would try everything to bring him back. You would hold him as tight as you could, you would cry over him, and there wouldn’t be a living or dead thing in this world that would be able to part you from him.

You widened your eyes once more when you saw Vergil keeping your body as a guardian warrior and the source of the chaos and destruction was your beloved red devil – lost in a frenzy, dripping with blood, eyes melting like lava and nothing of human in them.

You had never seen Dante like that.

“Verge…” You tried to cough the word out, but it was nothing more than a dying whisper. You couldn’t see how the blue devil furrowed his brows, thinking he might be hearing things – until you allowed a harsher breath to hurt your lungs so you could try to raise your trembling voice higher. “Vergil…!”

He turned his head enough to see you in the corner of his eyes – doing his best to still keep Dante in his sight. A wave of euphoria washed through Vergil’s body as his hands seemed to get steadier around Yamato: he was right, you were alive. As the fighter you were, the survivor you were… You were breathing and doing your best to get back on your feet again.

“Y/n…” But he couldn’t even talk: the floor rumbled again and Vergil knew what was coming. You placed your hands on the ground, widening your eyes and furrowing your brows, having never felt that before.

For a split second, you caught a glimpse of what was going on: Dante harnessing his power, ready to explode. You had never saw that. You had never saw his eyes devoid of his humanity. You had never seen your Dante as a complete demon like it was happening at that moment.

And, something that you had never been conscious to witness, Vergil threw himself over you to protect your body from his brother’s wrath. You had to cower behind his frame, gripping Vergil’s coat lapel for dear life, but still feeling the burning of a thousand degrees engulf you.

The blue devil didn’t even waver – but both of you had something in your eyes… The dread of the harrowing knowledge that that was Dante. All that destruction, that chaos, that blood… It was all Dante.

You were right, after all. His rage was the scariest to see.

“I need t-…” Your voice was raspy, having to stop mid phrase to cough some more blood that needed to come out of your lungs. “I need to talk to him.” You tried to take a deep breath, but once again it just stopped with a harsh sting on your chest. “He needs to know I’m alive.”

“Hmmm.” Vergil agreed with his head, but you knew he was still pondering what you had said. He helped you up on your feet – doing more of the work than you, easily lifting your body with his strength. “Dante isn’t himself at the moment…” Again, Vergil stood in front of you like a guardian, gripping the Yamato with both hands as soon as he saw you could stand by yourself. If you faltered, though, he was quick enough to hold you. “You must keep that in mind.”

“I know… And I am scared.” You answered in a whisper, looking over Vergil’s shoulder only to see Dante mercilessly slaughtering the last unlucky demons. “But it’s still Dante.”

Vergil didn’t know what to do, if he was being honest with himself. He could have held you back and kept you safe, as his demonic side told him to do, but something inside told him he should let you do what you had to do. Those silvery eyes watched as you bravely walked in haste towards danger; towards hell and doom, ready to embrace it… And willing to make it stop.

“Dante! Dante, love!” You kept calling, but, as Vergil feared before, his brother didn’t respond. He was too far gone, too lost in Hell to come back that easily. Vergil followed your steps slowly, lingering like a shadow behind you… Ready to do whatever he needed to do if Dante’s demon didn’t even recognize you in that blind rage. “Dante! You can stop now… Dante!”

With all the filthy bloody corpses piling up on the floor, that flaming red-hot demonic figure slowly turned its head towards you. Covered in blood, sword dripping with red, molten lava eyes raining all its hollow pain. Expressionless, as he always was on his Sin Devil Trigger, made of fire and coal, hate and rage.

Did he recognize you…? Did he understand what was going on…? Vergil’s grip on Yamato got stronger, ready to unleash a blow on his brother in order to protect you. What you were doing was a gamble – and one with not so nice odds to you. There was a reason why Vergil let Dante’s anger wear out when they were in Hell: he knew there was a good chance Dante wouldn’t even recognize him at the height of his wrath, just like it happened with Vergil on those situations. So, to say the moment at hand was dangerous was a serious understatement.

But humans would always be fascinating, wouldn’t they…? At least, that was what Vergil thought. That towering demon with a flaming chest and leathery wings turned towards you, carrying his huge sword dripping with demonic blood, doing nothing but heavy breathing – and you decided to fearlessly walk towards it.

Humans.

Vergil kept his distance, watching it all unfolding with a weary heart and a trigger hand at ready to fight his brother – to death, if he unfortunately needed to – in order to protect you. He couldn’t have the certainty you had, as your steps kept going in Dante’s direction.

Your legs were shaking, your knees were trembling, but… It was your lover. It was Dante. No matter how much he was lost into his frenzy and wrath, you had to believe his heart would remember you. His soul. It all happened because he thought he had lost you, he had to come back upon knowing you were alright.

It didn’t matter how horrid his wrath looked like, you knew he was in there somewhere.

“Dante… It’s me, I’m alright…” Your voice was still a whisper, unable to speak too loud, but also trying to soothe the anger in his heart. You hesitantly reached out to him, making a growl rumble inside his chest and your steps stop for a while – with Vergil half-unsheathing his sword, ready to fight. “Love…” You called again, breathing as deeply as you could, resuming your walking and extending your hand towards him. “My Dante…”

You were finally at arm’s reach. Vergil held his breath, eyebrows furrowed, silvery predator eyes fixated on what was supposed to be his brother. You raised your hand higher, resting it on Dante’s face.

His Sin Devil Trigger form was nothing but rough. His skin seemed like hard leather and rocky coal, burning so hot it could almost hurt your hand. You wouldn’t back down though: compared to him, you were soft and cold, too fragile and breakable; but you wouldn’t leave. You caressed his rough face, fingers feeling the sharp teeth, the spiky crevices, the unwelcoming features of a face made in Hell.

You felt, though, an unlikely moisture reaching your fingers: a droplet, running from those fiery, empty eyes – those inhuman eyes. You looked at it running through your fingers to the back of your hand, looking back into those frightening eyes that had nothing of a soul in them…

But he was there, wasn’t he? It was him, a part of him that Dante always fought so relentlessly to keep hidden, to keep on a tight leash in the deepest corner of his self. You could see Dante in those eyes – and, as soon as that realization washed through the demon’s body, his head leaned into your hand.

With a flaming spark, the red devil was gone and you had the man back: tired, desolated, falling apart. Dante still leaned his head into your hand – now with soft skin, smooth lips, closed eyes and flowy white hair – almost like an animal that had never been touched with kindness in a whole lifetime. As he opened his eyes, you could see the redness of his tears crowning those sky-blue tones you always loved so much… And there was nothing but fragile vulnerable humanity in them.

“Hi, cowboy…” You whispered with a shadow of a smile on your lips, while your very eyes poured tears – you didn’t know what kind of tears, though, if of happiness, sadness, desperation, pity or love. Maybe all of them at the same time: it was inherently human to feel more than words could describe. You caressed his face as Dante himself started to pour all of his feelings out – this time, not in a fit of rage. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“I thought I lost you.” His coarse voice came through as if Dante had been weeks without speaking and his very own vocal cords were barely working. You didn’t doubt his body would be in pain after all he had been through during… That. “I thought… You were gone. I’d never see you again, you were… Like… Like…” Dante closed his eyes again, head hanging low. He could barely breathe as the words fought to get out of his chest and stop suffocating him. His tears hitting the floor while you took his hair out of the way so you could see his face – there was nothing but pain; a pain that hadn’t been healed since he was a child. “Like everyone in my damned fuckin’ life; those things… I thought they had extinguished… Your light, like everyone… Like everyone eventually does… By my side…”

That was rare. Very rare. Dante was very honest with his feelings and usually didn’t hide anything from you, but not to that point – the point where he would honestly and openly say how much he thought he was the thing that doomed everyone else who decided to live with him or be friends with him. That loathing he had inside his heart, that he hid so carefully, it wasn’t something he would say out loud – it was something you knew because you always understood him so well.

You let go of his hair and locked your arms around his large frame, resting your head on his chest – you could hear his heart beating, his human heart. Dante hesitated for the very first time in his life, keeping his arms by your side for a split second, his teary eyes shocked with your reaction.

After all, you had just seen his absolute worst. All the things he always smothered so much inside himself, keeping them on check, always so controlled. You had seen it in all its spiteful and horrid glory – and your reaction was to embrace him instead of running away. Dante expected you to run, it would honestly be the logic and most human thing to do after seeing all of that.

But you walked towards him with your heart beating in fear, touching his face to grab him out of the pit of wrath he was buried into, holding him tightly in your arms as he broke down in all his anger, misery, trauma and self-loathing.

It lasted a split of a second indeed – for soon Dante’s strong arms were wrapped around your fragile body, keeping you close and safe from harm… As well as having his face buried on your neck, crying all that smothered pain inside of his heart out. Your bodies were too exhausted to keep standing for too long – so when your knees wavered, Dante did the same and you kneeled on the floor, never letting go of each other; Dante holding you as tight as he could, promising himself he would never let go.

Vergil could finally put Yamato to rest. When they were in Hell, he allowed his brother’s rage to wear off while observing from afar. This time, he could do the same: guarding you and quietly keeping you both safe and sound.

A sad ghost of a smile graced the Dark Slayer’s lips as he calmly observed you. Maybe his brother was right after all, and he could only wish someday he would be as strong as Dante to carry such power.

A human heart.