#guest muse; Vergil

[rebelichor]

‘Hush now, Ariadne, Vergil. Be quiet. And be brave. Soon you will be home again. But the king can’t know. You have to play hide and seek. And you have to win. I will find you. But he must not.’

It was an echo of thoughts inbetween all the others. But this voice stood out to the little silver twins. It was their godfather’s voice. They still remembered. And he was close. He wasn’t alone, either. One by one more minds filtered into their perception. Calm ones, quiet. Lucian soldiers infiltrating the Dragonlord’s castle. They all had one goal: secure the twins. Save them. 

The children were a product of their age. Rather than subtle hints, Ariadne visibly looked around with turns of her head while Vergil perked up with his shoulders raised. Something had their attention. It could have been the shouts of men as King Jacob's chosen soldiers mobilised against a breach of the castle walls.

But it was likely something else.

Ariande and Vergil looked at each other in unison. Their conversation was in silence but their eyes told a tale of bravery trying to win against being frightened.

They both decided that they couldn't hide in their room. It was bold and incredibly naughty of them as they forced open their locked door with splintering force — and that was the climax of their show of power.

Towering at the end of that hall was the King himself. He had ran the length of the spiralling staircase to check on his wards, and there they were, breaking down the door.

"We have to run for the trees!" It was Vergil's voice. The quiet boy spoke up, cutting through the tension of the moment. He was intelligent even at their small age. Intelligent, with a healthy fear for the man that stood between them and a promised home. It was a fear that faded a little when his sisters hand found his with a squeeze.

The old dragon King eyed them both a moment longer. Then he made a motion with his head. "Come."

Hand-in-hand, the twins hurried to his call. They knew better than to challenge him. At least out loud.

'He already found us.' Ariadne's little voice carried to a familiar mind. 'Save yourself.'

[rebelichor]

To her genuine surprise Enok not only occupied a seat at the table, he even fixed himself a plate.

This wasn't the same man as last evening. The man who deafened himself to the room and sat far off in his own private meeting, eyes a constant orange of calls that glanced over to her like a watchful hawk. The man who refused to sit and share in the family meal.

He was hesitant, and he hardly ate with the same appetite that she remembered, but he made the effort to prove he wasn't going to be a fracture between his girlfriend and her family.

Ariadne could feel some of her own tension easing. So much had happened... honestly, she had been doubting whether she'd invite him to her next family visit. Then he decided to step up. He even thanked her family.

Lazentis sat up a little straighter. Xemos took a long sip of their coffee. Vergil had no reaction, almost as though he had ignored the other man.

Of course it was Lazentis who answered him. "It has been a pleasure to have you and Ariadne in our home once again. I do hope we will be seeing you again soon."

That fragile alliance had been laid on the table. It wasn't perfect, and there would never be a perfect solution, but it was the best thing both sides could have for now.

Ariadne cleared her throat. "Right, I need my old chip number. Lost all my contacts. Want it back."

There was another awkward pause at the table. Though Vergil was looking up.

"Hello?" Ariadne looked around. "My old chip number? While I'm at it, all the shit from my apartment too. Something's gotta be left."

Xemos pushed to stand. "I will arrange to have those boxes brought up from storage. They will be here, in your room, you can sort through them at a later time and decide what you want to keep." The King pulled their daughter up from her chair for a massive hug and a kiss to her head. There would be no arguing the delivery of Ariadne's belongings to one of Enok's apartments. He had taken quite enough already.

Vergil finally cleared his throat. "I'll get your chip." He dodged his parents concerned looks and pushed away from the table, momentarily leaving the room.

Ariadne looked to Enok then. Even twitched a small smile, though didn't give much else away.

When Vergil returned with her chip, it was pristine, and not completely hers. "Your chip is out of date, doubt it would do much if you slotted it now. This is the upgrade. Everything is in tact. I... I could scan your contacts for you. File out the out of service numbers into an archive folder, search for updated numbers... wipe the inactives..."

The offer was genuine. Ariadne almost refused... but something in her twins voice swayed her. "Sure. Give me a jingle when it's done?" He nodded and found himself pulled into a squeezing hug. There was a promise he'd do his best, which everyone understood clearly. Her decade-old contacts were not going to look the same.

Then it was Ariadne and Enok sat across from her father. Everyone had made busy work for themselves, and it was almost odd that the workaholic blond was completely the opposite. "You are welcome here at any hour of any day. Both of you. Please, don't be strangers... it is good to have you home."

Ariadne's expression softened. "We'll be back... just, we're about to go visit Enok's folks too. I won't promise to come tomorrow since I don't know how long the drive is to camp anymore, but I'll keep you updated, yeah?" It was another difficult goodbye. She hugged her father tight and managed a laugh when he sent them away with little baggies of leftovers to enjoy.

When she and Enok left the penthouse and entered the elevator she could feel her throat all tight and choked up. They barely even left and she already missed her family. "... thankyou."

Enok couldn’t shake the tension. Even if he tried to - for Ariadne. But it was hard. She had her own plans. SHe would make calls that would end in voice mails. Messages that would get a reply telling her they forgot about her. It would hurt. She would go through pain again.

And there was nothing he could do, other than being at her side.

The same as he was at her side at breakfast - though it was more like she was at his side in that.

Enok did not dare to look up much. And he kept his mouth shut in her family’s presence. Every word could destroy that delicate and fragile cease fire.

And he truly was hungry. He hadn’t tasted those waffles in years - and they were still amazing. Berries on top with chocolate sauces - he loved those. He added the caramel sauce because Ariadne had subtlety demanded it.

The first few hesitant bites and swallows had made him nervous - but he relaxed a bit, as soon as it was clear he wouldn’t die choking on his blood the next few minutes. Still. He couldn’t let himself fall like back then. He had joked and laughed so much with Vergil all those years ago. Now they were both broken men, with a cat-and-mouse-game that had lasted a decade.

Still… he didn’t forget his manners. Having finished, Enok dared to speak up, though his glances at the Nihilis family were only very brief.

“I thank you for this breakfast. And your hospitality.”

For not having broken into Ariadne’s room during the night to drag him off.

For not having hacked his systems.

For not having used his presence here to attack his crew.

His eyes stayed at Ariadne beside him, asking, questioning. Anything else? Was she okay? Was she happy with him?

[galaxofmuses]

".....You just had to drag me here."

"Oh hey! It's Mr. Secret Agent Man himself! Welcome in! The water is juuust fine!"

"....Remind me why I exist again?"

"....Man I should've just bailed out of this party."

[darksonofsparda]

Nonverbal RP Starters || No Longer Accepting

@fierylittleniece sent: 🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse (from Roxy)

Vergil had been asleep for about two hours now, his usually slicked-back hair down from all the tossing and turning. It appeared to look like he was sleeping well when in reality, it had taken him at least three hours before he was finally able to fall asleep. Most nights sleep never came easy for the half-devil even in the most comfortable setting. As long as he could remember, falling asleep had always been a chore for Vergil. From the several cold nights, he'd spent sleeping in cardboard boxes as a child after the fire, jumping at every sound, or having his sleep compromised because of bad weather.

Even as an adult, despite becoming a lot more hardened from all his experiences, even today, sleep troubles continue to plague him, making sleep something a luxury, one that he could never properly achieve. Perhaps it was the memories of all those difficult nights alone, where everything and everything would interrupt, preventing him from gaining anything more than four hours of sleep. Oftentimes, Vergil would end up reading a book for a few hours until sleep finally crept up on him, it was an irritating cycle, but one that he was unfortunately very used to.

Sleeping soundly in the guest bedroom, the door slowly creaks open, the noise from the door only causing him to stir slightly as he turns onto his back in bed, the springs lightly creaking with his slight and subtle sleepy motions. He doesn't really move much else besides that. He may have moved at the sound of the door, but it didn't wake him up. Vergil was always on the go, he never really took much time to rest, and it showed. Not noticing Roxy walk into the bedroom, Vergil is sleeping quietly, undisturbed.

The bed springs creak again, this time with Roxanne's movements, who appeared to have crawled into bed with him, carefully, he felt the blankets lift, ever so slightly, and soon felt the warmth of another sliding into the blankets right next to him. The slight stirring is just enough to wake him, but he still pretends he's asleep, while the familiar smell of Roxanne's night robe as he feels her join him in bed.

The two had already fallen asleep in each other's grasp once, after the Christmas party, so he was surprised to have her return to join him in bed again so soon, although he had no complaints, he liked falling asleep with his arms around her, so getting another chance to do it again was something he was grateful for. As she settles in next to him, he pretends to sleepily extend his arms and put them around the familiar frame of Roxy. The moment Roxanne cuddles up to him, and his arms around her again, a small smile curves onto his tired lips, one word.

[{ 🗡️ }] - ".....Roxy.. there you are~" Is what he says softly in his sleep. With Roxy back in his strong arms, he's able to drift off to sleep far easier than last time, and it was all thanks to Roxy deciding to share a bed with him again for a second time.

[lostsonofsparda]

"unexpected guest"

send me    “ unexpected guest “    for my muse  ( receiver’s )   to find your muse  ( sender’s )   asleep in mine’s bed,  injured and exhausted,  after having broken into my muse’s home. 

@zephyr-iffic

Vergil wasn't surprised at the fact that Zephyr was suddenly in his bed with hardly a warning when he was going to return. It was more so the realization that the magician was breathing raggedly even while asleep that raised the hybrid's concerns. Moving swiftly yet as silently as possible, he knelt down beside Zephyr and placed a hand on his cheek.

What happened?... Who did this to you?

[galaxofmuses]

"......Big Mistake." Dealing with this shapeshifter is one thing, but for her calling him just a human? That made him snap. At this point he is absolutely reaching his limit.

He is so exhausted. So aggravated.

The patience wore off and unleashing a bit of his demonic strength to pry the girl off by forcefully shoving her a few feet away. Knowing that he has no time and takes out Yamato to slash open a portal and he enters in without turning back this time. He knows where to go thanks the map. As he steps into the portal it closes off behind him.

There he tried again, threatening with the damn sword. Her grip tightened however, eyes glowing red. "All you humans are the fucking same aren't you. Use, use , use and then toss away when you are done."

[harlot-of-oblivion]

Sowing the Seeds of Lasting Love (Part 10)

Vergil helps you with a flowery dilemma before the wedding.

The big day is finally here! Hope you enjoy! 🌹😘🌹

Chapter 1: White Heather

When Nero first told his father about the wedding, he explained that they wanted to keep it nice and simple, only inviting family and close friends to the ceremony. But now that the big day is upon them, Vergil notices that the ceremony is still nice but definitely not simple. And it seems they’ve decided to invite all of Fortuna going by all the numerous names he hardly recognizes in the guest log!

But there’s one name that he knows very well on the very first page…your neat yet bubbly handwriting is indistinguishable among the cursive chaos.

Vergil smiles but then remembers himself as the hustle and bustle of people whiz around the venue’s entryway. He quickly closes the guest book before striding away from wandering eyes, seeking refuge from the morning mayhem before the wedding. But you always manage to wriggle your way back into his mind, occupying his every thought…especially now that he’s confessed his feelings and tasted your kiss. Just the mere memory of your velvety lips parting for his tongue make his cheeks burn with a slight blush!

The lovestruck devil shakes these desirous thoughts out of his head as he approaches one of the designated dressing rooms for the wedding party. He quietly slips in and examines himself in the three-way mirror, checking his appearance and immaculate suit for any obvious flaws. The refined paisley pattern of his dark blue wedding coat contrasts well with the silky black lapels and matching blue vest. He wrings the black bow with a grimace, wishing it were an elegant cravat instead as he adjusts it around the stark white collar of his shirt. Then, he scrutinizes the rest of his suit, noting the pristine matching dress pants and spotless black formal shoes with an approving nod.

This well-tailored ensemble will surely bring that endearing blush to my beloved rose’s cheeks, he muses with a confident chuckle while raking his fingers through his silvery white hair.

The thought of you creeps into his mind again, but he allows himself to reminisce in the privacy of the dressing room. He didn’t have much of a chance to let the events of the previous day fully sink in until now; the time between storming out of the shop and arriving at your doorstep is still a bit hazy. But the warmth of your humble abode, the steaming hot water of your shower, and the comfort of your soothing lullaby and tranquil heartbeat as he fell asleep in your embrace…now that he remembers quite well!  

Vergil also recalls how he swallowed his pride before baring his soul to you, practically pouring every ounce of sincere fervor from within his heart as he revealed his true feelings. And despite hearing all about his past trauma and doubtful hesitancy in matters of romance…you still accepted him with unconditional love, releasing the mounting tension between both of you as he finally gave into his desire by capturing your lips with a passionate kiss. The cadence of your soft gasps and lingering moans, the thorough strokes of your tongue, and the feel of your body beneath him…it all felt so good.

But it’s not enough.

He wants more…he needs more…

A sudden shriek of distress from outside interrupts his amorous ruminations. His eyes widen in alarm as he rushes out the dressing room door, following the dreadful tone of your voice all the way to the venue’s kitchen. And he’s not the only one to come running to rescue; a couple of the staff and Dante burst in with a look of concern. But you barely notice their presence as you continue to stare into the large walk-in freezer with a horrified face.

“What’s going on, Buttercup?”

“Are you hurt?”

Both brothers slowly approach as you turn around to face them. You meet each of their eyes for a moment…then, you take a deep breath and scream at the top of your lungs:    

“FLOWER EMERGENCY!”

Your enraged declaration bellows through the kitchen, making some of the staff jump as you dash towards a countertop. You unpin the delicate flower crown upon your head, being mindful of the white heather blooms and bleeding hearts flowers. Then, you carefully remove it and place it on top of the counter before tying your hair into a low ponytail at the nape of your neck.

Dante lets out a low whistle. “It must be really bad if the flower crown’s coming off!”

“What happened?” Vergil asks while giving his idiotic brother a warning glare.

You turn back around with an exasperated sigh. “I told them to NOT put any peonies to the freezer under no circumstances!” you exclaim, angrily marching into the frigidly cold room with both brothers in tow. “But now look! Almost half of the centerpieces have wilted!” you bemoan while pointing at a group of flowers in fine crystals vases.

Vergil inspects the various peonies in question and immediately understands why you’re so distraught. A vast majority of their petals have shriveled up and turned brown, completely ruined just before the wedding. The sight of you biting your lip and pulling your hair in worry wrenches the growing prickling knot within his chest.

“Is there anything I can do?” he inquires, gently grabbing your shoulders while staring down into your glistening eyes.

Your brow furrows in thought. “I might be able to salvage some of them with fresher blooms…but they’re all back at my garden’s workshop!” you inform while glancing down towards his waist. “Could I borrow the Yamato for a bit?” you implore sweetly as your lips curl into a charming grin.

Vergil smirks at your hopeful plea. “But of course.”

You beam up at him a grateful smile, unwinding the discomforting knot in his chest as you instruct the staff to haul all the half-frozen flowers into the kitchen. Both brothers stay out of your way while sharing intrigued glances, clearly impressed with your command over a highly stressful situation. Your eyes squint at the withered half of the centerpieces, mentally weighing how many more flowers you need to fix them.    

“Hmm, we may need to take one more person to haul all the flowers back in one trip.”

Dante perks up with a wide grin. “I can tag along!”

“I’m more than capable of carrying all the flowers without assistance,” Vergil boldly claims with a determined nod.

“Oh really? I see…” Dante trails off while giving him a knowing grin. “You just wanna be alone so you can put your tulips togeth- WHOA!” he exclaims as multiple spectral swords surround him. “Hey! Don’t ruin the suit, big bro!”

A low and irritable growl emanates from Vergil’s throat. “Cease your prattling and go help Nero,” he demands while relenting to his foolish brother’s request, calling off the summoned swords from shredding his black and red suit to pieces.

Dante lets out a disappointing groan as he stalks out of the kitchen, grumbling under his breath about how all this waiting around is boring. Vergil rolls his eyes and shakes his head before directing his attention back to you, paying no mind to the staff’s slightly perturbed faces while offering his arm. You wrap your hand around the crook of his elbow with an amused giggle and follow him out of the kitchen.

Vergil heads to the closest room with enough space before summoning the Yamato with a flick of his wrist. He insists that you stand back before unsheathing the blade and slicing the air with two intersecting slashes. Then, he sheaths the Yamato with a loud click of the hilt as the portal opens with a bright blue flash. You grab his hand and run through its threshold, popping up just outside the back gate behind your cozy home.    

You quickly undo the latch and dash towards your outdoor workshop with Vergil hot on your heels. The overwhelming perfume of your impressive garden brings a fond smile to his face as both of you run down winding paths between lush flowers and trimmed bushes. He pulls ahead a little when you get closer to the workshop, reaching out and opening the door with a courteous nod as you enter with a sigh of gratitude. You flip the light switch before scurrying off towards a large cold case full of fresh blooms.

Vergil enters the workshop as you begin counting out the number of flowers you have on hand. He shuts the door and lingers close behind you, patiently waiting for your next directive while taking in your pleasing visage. But you seem to not notice his blatant gaze, diligently focused on taking inventory as you take out a step stool to count the flowers on the top shelf. His eyes wander down your dainty body, admiring the delicate flowers embroidered on the lovely pink dress that brings out your natural charm and radiant grace.  

Your pensive hum breaks him out of his adoring stupor. “Looks like I have plenty of yellow peonies but not enough white ones,” you inform with a disheartening pout.

“Can you substitute them with another flower?” he suggests, recalling your lesson on improvising a bouquet when he helped you arrange one for a customer.   

You ponder for a moment. “I do have some white hydrangeas!” you exclaim with a victorious grin while turning to look at him. “Can you- Ah!”

Your feet wobble as you let out a startled squeal, losing your balance on the step stool before tipping over towards the ground. But Vergil surges forward and catches you within his protective embrace, wrapping his arms around your small frame.

“Oh snapdragons,” you murmur while clasping the lapels of his coat.

Vergil smirks at your stunned exclamation. “Are you okay?”

Your lips curl into a gracious. “Yes! And it’s all thanks to my darling devil!”

“You should be more careful, my beloved rose,” he murmurs while looking down at you in concern. “It pains me to see you hurt,” he admits as the gravity of this intimate situation takes control.

Vergil bows his head as you raise yourself up onto your tippy toes, slowly drawing closer and closer until your bated breath caresses his starving mouth. Then, he gently presses his lips against yours, letting out a pleased hum when you return his tender kiss with enthusiastic passion. You let out a delightful sigh as he withdraws from your lips with a warm smile.  

“I’ve longed to do that again since yesterday morning.”

“Me too,” you agree. “We didn’t have much of a chance to talk more at the rehearsal dinner either,” you remind while averting your gaze with a coy smirk.

“Between the chaotic run-through of the ceremony and our rushed practice session,” he recalls, nuzzling your face until your lips brush his eager mouth. “What a most inconvenient time to confess.”

“Since when has love ever been convenient?” you muse with a playful peck. “We’ll have more time to talk after our performance,” you pause as he presses a soft kiss above the corner of your mouth. “And during the reception,” you finish before capturing his lips with your needy kiss.

Vergil growls as his tongue brushes against your lower lip, silently requesting for entry as you wrap your arms around his neck. You part your mouth for him, softly moaning while meeting every stroke of his questing tongue. He basks in your intoxicating scent, so flowery and arousing…the devil inside him clamors to claim you as his own. But he’s able to clamp that instinct down, prolonging that inevitable need when the time is right…which will definitely be later since the door of your workshop bursts open with a loud crack.

“Fiddlin’ Firs!” you exclaims, hastily jumping back from his embrace as the spectral form of his devilish side peeks in with an expectant look.

“Be at ease,” he soothes you with a swift peck against your brow. “It’s only my doppelganger.”

You squint as his phantom form points at the white hydrangeas it collected just outside your workshop. “But he looks so much different than you!” you note with a curious tilt of your head.

Vergil chuckles at your subtle suspicion. “Remember what I told you,” he whispers close to your ear, “the power of Sparda is vast and you have yet to see an ounce of its potential.”

You shiver as he kisses your neck. “Does the power of Sparda include sweeping sweet gardeners off their feet?”  

“I’m not certain,” he remarks, “but it does include…how did you put it?” He tilts his head in thought. “Ah! Charming the petals off of a lovely rose,” he reveals with a smirk while meeting your ardent gaze. Your cheeks grow pink as he dips back down for another kiss…but his doppelganger stops him from indulging in your velvety lips again with its impatient scratching at the door.

You stifle a giggle as he growls irritably at his spectral self. “We better head back with these flowers,” you reason with a sweet smile. “Don’t wanna be late to your own son’s wedding!”

Vergil reluctantly withdraws from you with an agreeing nod. He helps you collect all yellow peonies and white hydrangeas into several flower trays. You manage to pick up a few of them as he opens up another portal with the Yamato, silently commanding his doppelganger to carry as many flowers as possible before following them back into the venue’s kitchen.

A chorus of various shocked gasps and cries from the astonished staff greets them, but they all scamper away as the monstrously tall spectral devil enters the room. You put the flower trays down on a nearby table with a sigh of relief, softly hoping that this sliver of peace and quiet would last as you fix the ruined centerpiece in a timely manner. Your lips curl into a pleased smile when you turn to see his doppelganger wagging its tail proudly next to all the flower trays it dropped off by your makeshift worktable.

The sound of rushed footsteps gets their immediate attention just as the wedding planner enters the kitchen with a worried grimace. You explain the current state of the flowers but assure her that you have everything under control now. She nods her head with a relieved smirk while side-eying the spectral devil standing next to you, clearly curious but not commenting on it as she informs Vergil that the groom’s party is taking their place at this very moment.

“You’re certain that you can do all of this without any assistance?” he inquires as the wedding planner leaves the kitchen.

“Of course! Just be-leaf in me,” you reply with a cheery grin before giggling as he scoffs at your ridiculously bad pun. “Buuuut I wouldn’t mind if you let him stay and help!” you suggest while pointing at his doppelganger, who is currently helping you arrange the assortment of flowers on the table.

Vergil ponders for a moment before nodding his head. “Very well…but you better be on your best behavior!” he instructs his spectral self with a suspicious glare. You laugh as his doppelganger shrugs its shoulders defensively while shaking its horned head.

“And I’ll meet you backstage as soon as I can before our performance,” he softly affirms, swiftly pulling you in close for a quick kiss before heading out of the kitchen.

It only takes him a few minutes to arrive at the designated place outside on the beach. Many of the guests are already in their seats along the elegant runner leading all the way down to a modest arch wrapped in white silky ribbon with sunflowers and blue delphiniums. He can hear their excited murmurs over the soft crashing of the nearby surf as he makes his way towards his assigned spot on the groom’s side.

Nero is already standing in front of the arch, shifting around nervously while adjusting the blue dahlia boutonniere pinned to his crisp white suit. He looks up as his father approaches him and immediately pulls out a matching boutonniere from inside his coat pocket. Vergil gives him a gracious nod while pinning the delicate bloom to the lapel of his coat.    

“Is everything alright?” his soon-to-be wedded son asks with a soft whisper as classical music starts playing over the ecstatic chatter of the guests.  

“It’s nothing for you to be concerned about,” Vergil assures while looking out into the gathering crowd of unfamiliar faces. “Everything is under control.”

Nero nods with an anxious swallow. “Yeah…okay.”

Vergil quirks a brow at his son. “Nervous?”

“What? No!” Nero exclaims in a hushed whisper. “Well…maybe a little,” he admits while scratching the back of his head.

“Don’t sweat it, kid!” Dante exclaims as he pops up behind both of them. “You’ve got this!” he adds with an encourage pat on his nephew’s back.

“I must agree with your fool of an uncle for once,” Vergil avows as everyone begins to quiet down.

His son responds with a grateful smile as the ceremony starts with the wedding officiant taking their place in front of the arch. The music gradually swells as the bridal party walks down the aisle with their beautiful dresses and lovely bouquets…except Nico, who proudly struts down in her black suit. She grins while taking her place as the Best Woman, cheekily wiggling her eyebrows at Nero when everyone stands up for the bridal march.

The crashing waves in the distance grow quiet as Kyrie slowly makes her way down the aisle, leaving only the collective gasps of the guest’s to accompany the sweet melody of her march. She clutches her bouquet of sunflowers below her chest as her pure white dress flutters softly in the sea breeze. Her lips curl into a sunny smile beneath her tulle veil when she sees Nero staring in awe at her warm and graceful beauty. But he snaps out of his amazed daze as soon as his soon-to-be wife reaches the arch, reaching for her hand with a small smirk before facing the wedding officiant together.

An array of emotions fills the salty air as the ceremony commences; one moment there’s silent admiration with some light laughter in between the simple rituals of matrimony, but then there’s plenty of soft sniffling and happy tears as the officiant guides them through their vows. Even the Dark Slayer isn’t immune to the palpable emotions surrounding him, unexpectedly getting misty eyed as they exchange rings and promises of eternal devotion.  

Vergil happens to catch sight of you lurking behind the guests, seemingly watching the ceremony but mostly staring at him with a smitten smile upon your lips. He suddenly finds himself pondering about the prospect of marriage while blinking away his unshed tears. The image of his beloved rose dressed all in white drifts across his mind and he can’t help but to smirk at the thought of settling down with someone like you.

Your eyes widen when you finally notice him staring right back at you with his affectionate gaze. You look away bashfully while your flushed cheeks glow as red as the bleeding heart flowers upon your head. His lips curve into an endearing smile as the officiant allows Nero and Kyrie to seal their blissful union with a kiss. And as everyone showers the newly wedded couple with periwinkle petals, he realizes just how lucky he was to come upon such a lovely rose among his briars.

🌹🌹🌹

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[wordborne]

Why I love responsible teen dad Vergil so damn much

Okay, picture this: Vergil had a pretty straight-forward plan: raise the Temen-ni-gru, gain his daddy’s power, profit; but he never expected some pesky fatherly love to get in the way. He refuses to say he stayed out of love because, for him, it was an innate sense of responsibly. He’d dealt with all the hell that stemmed from being alone and couldn’t bear to think of his child suffering the same fate.

But no, that’s not love. At all. He feels nothing when he looks down at his son’s face. Nothing at all when he notices he’s his spitting image. Absolutely nothing when Nero looks up at him with doe-like eyes and babbles something incomprehensible with a smile.

Vergil doesn’t think he made a mistake by staying, although he does muse that it made things inevitably complicated. He knows nothing about how to take of a child. He hasn’t slept in weeks – not that he needs it, but Nero needs constant care and attention, and Vergil doesn’t have an endless pool of energy to take care of his son’s ever-changing needs. The exhaustion is almost unbearable. He believes he stopped thinking logically, doing most things on autopilot. Nero rewards him with particularly loud wails when he does something wrong.

And Vergil can’t do it alone. The realization dawned on him nearly a month ago, but he refuses to ask for help until he almost makes a terrible mistake that forces him to do what he always does when things get too tough: he looks for Dante, because he knows that, even if his twin is a senseless imbecile, he would be willing to help, no questions asked.

Vergil shows up at his brother’s door with Nero in his arms. He doesn’t need to say anything; Dante knows what’s going on before Vergil even had a chance to knock. He could feel them both from a mile away.

Dante doesn’t ask why, when, or who. He just mutters a very pointed “shit” and thinks about all the junk he has to get out of the guest room so Verge and the little punk can be comfortable there. Thinks of how to baby proof the house. Takes a look at the stuff Vergil’s carrying and tries to think of where they can get a crib at that time at night. Tries to force Vergil to get some rest while he takes care of the little tyke –Nero squirms in his arms, but Dante does his best to try to keep him entertained, eyes darting to Vergil’s tired form walking up the stairs. 

Dante has met the kid for a grand total of five minutes and he already knows he would give his life for him.

Dante’s breath smells like whiskey and regret, and he balances the kid in one arm to squirt a handful of toothpaste in his mouth. Kid’s way too young to know  what’s that like.

Vergil thanks him the next day. Dante can’t remember the last time he heard those words coming out of his twin’s mouth. He doesn’t make a fuss about it. Neither does Verge. 

Vergil’s a dad. Dante’s an uncle. Funny how things go. It’s something unexpected and frightening. Dante doesn’t pretend he knows what he’s doing. Vergil doesn’t know what he’s doing, either. But they can work it out. They always do. And maybe Nero’s giving them a chance to start anew and be an actual functional family after all.

[etlunainmorte]

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Day 12 - Party ( P1 )

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Having just moved into a new house on his own really opened a lot of life opportunities for V. Day by day, he's learning more and more on how to live properly and independently, considering the unhealthy amount of time he spent living on the streets of Red Grave with barely anything, at all. Now that he has a proper job as an associate Devil May Cry Hunter, he could now afford to buy his own food, clothes, and other necessities for his home. One could even tell that the poet's finally starting to gain some meat on his bony frame.

Living freely has also given V some brand new ideas that he wanted so much to try.

And one of them was to host a nice and proper housewarming party.

And so, when he got back home from work that day, he took out his trusty notebook and started listing out the things he'll need and have to seriously consider if he's really going to push through with this simple gathering of his.

First off, he wanted to keep his guest list very exclusive. That is, he only wanted to invite his brothers, Dante and Vergil, Vergil's son, Nero, and Nero's girlfriend, Kyrie. He would also invite Nico, Trish, and Lady. He would totally invite Morrison because he's the one who helped him find a house, and he would definitely invite that girl Patty, just to keep his brother Dante in check in case he decided to misbehave in any way or another.

Next, the food and beverage. Just how much food would he need? And how much money would it cost? Would he cook everything, himself, or would he just ask Kyrie and Nico's help? Would he buy some wine, or would he just settle for fruit drinks? And would he have enough to serve everyone on the guest list, considering that some of them literally have inhuman appetites?

Then, there's the matter of whether to put up decorations for the event, or not. His guest list was very small, so he thought at first that there would be no need for decors. On the other hand, it's only once that he would have this kind of opportunity. So, if he went through with the decor, who would he ask for help? Trish? Lady? Nico? Morrison?

Next, the parlor games. And for that, he would need all the help he could get, because he had no freaking idea how to make fun and creative party activities. He could set up a group reading session after dinner but, honestly, he knew no one would enjoy that. And who would he ask for help on this? Dante? No, that man only knows one card game, and that’s it. Vergil? No, he would probably suggest the group reading session, as well. Nero? He didn’t even know if the kid ever played parlor games, considering the kind of place he grew up on. Maybe Nico could help him on this. After all, she’s a self – proclaimed genius.

Then, finally, the souvenirs. He has seen many people give away bags of treats or trinkets after parties as a form of gratitude for the guests for coming. So, what would his souvenirs be? A bag of treats? And what kind of treats? Candies? Chocolates? Red, blue, and purple orbs? Trinkets? But, what kind of trinkets? Bracelets? Necklaces? Shadow's crystallized hair balls? Oh, but, no, anything but the crystallized Demon cat hair balls.

And so, by the evening, he was finally able to make his list. And V felt confident with what he came up with.

"Let's just hope this works out." The poet mused as he closed his notebook.

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[blooddrop-palace]

148 Vergil and f!reader

(Thank you!!! And apparently I can’t keep anything within drabble length... haha. I realized halfway through that I really didn’t need to do elaborate setup every time I write these, but too late! I already got carried away! And I probably shouldn’t have written this until i was more awake but... what’s done is done! P.S. I am happy to take more prompts if you see any others on the list that interests you.)

148. Are we lost or do you know where we are?

[Note: idk probably not entirely canon, so insert this where you wish on a timeline. Pretend there’s some “bigger picture” problem going on in the background of this fic that’s keeping our hunters in town for a long time, like how the plot of the anime accumulated into one big thing. Vergil needs a better alias than Gilver for goodness’ sake. I hope my readers like or at least get a laugh out of what I chose for him. (I initially picked it out for a little special something else for another DMC project~) ]

You first saw him at one of your father’s fancy dinner parties. The entire back room of an expensive restaurant was reserved, and this was one of the nights where you had attended. 

This particular dinner party was simply another celebration of another successful quarter gone by for your father’s company. A blessing, seeing as something odd had been afoot in the city recently. Vandalism, reports of indescribable incidents, and even people getting hurt by what they claim were monsters. 

But this was hardly something quite on your mind as you mingled with the guests. 

Today, however, you noticed that there was someone new among the crowd. You would have remembered if you had met someone like him before: 

In terms of both looks and demeanor, he not only stood out but stood on top. Tall, ethereal, like moonlight dressed in a midnight blue suit. He piqued your curiosity both with his sharp demeanor and with his looks. 

Eventually, you had a heart-stopping chance to to meet this stranger, as your father noticed you lingering close, and beckoned you over with a hearty smile: “(Y/N), (Y/N)! Come, meet Caesar Redgrave. Mr. Redgrave, this is my daughter, (Y/N).”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Redgrave.” You didn’t stammer, but your voice came out just a bit meeker than you would have liked. 

“I believe the pleasure is mine, Miss (L/N).” Oh, he didn’t exactly sound the way you expected, but his voice was still lovely in its own way. When he greeted you with an open hand, palm facing up, you recognized that he wasn’t looking for a handshake, but something a little more... old school. 

And you fought a blush as your gingerly placed your hand in his, heart elated that anyone would be so gentlemanly to grace the back of your hand with a light brush of his lips. 

The blood rushing through your ears and the pounding of your heart drowned out whatever else your father was telling you about his new acquaintance. Something about new security detail. 

You didn’t hear much of a word as your head was in cloud nine for the rest of the dinner. 

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The next time you met Mr. Redgrave, it was less than a week later. You were stopping by your father’s company near his usually lunch hour, one of the uncommon moments where you would spend a brief moment of time in a day with him when your mother was otherwise preoccupied. 

Mr. Redgrave, dressed in grey slacks with a lovely cerulean vest over a white shirt, was just finishing a conversation with the front desk. It was the same front desk you were needing to stop by to let them know that you were there, so that they could page your father for you. (You didn’t want to simply barge in, being the well-mannered daughter that you were.) 

He wasn’t the only one at the front desk today. Beside him was another man, in similar clothing but with a red vest instead. They were undoubtedly related, though clearly with significantly different demeanor. The man in red was more lax, and didn’t bother with a tie as he left two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. 

“Ah, Miss (Y/N) (L/N). I hope you are doing well.” Caesar greeted.

“And the same to you, Mr. Redgrave...” You greeted back in kind, but your sentence tapered off as you glanced over to the other man in red, who was clearly related and probably shared the same last name. 

“You may simply call me Caesar. This is my brother, Anthony.” The introduction Caesar gave you was plain and simple. 

Tony smiled at you: “Just Tony’s fine. Didn’t know a fine young lady like you worked here.”

“Tony, use your head. Miss (L/N) is the company president’s daughter. Don’t let yourself get distracted.”

A small part of your heart sunk, knowing now that Caesar already placed that invisible glass plane of “associate via business” between the two of you. It’s a shame. 

But that didn’t stop you from smiling and telling them: “Just (Y/N) is fine. And no, I don’t work here. So even more reason to drop the formalities.” 

“Why, that’s very lovely, but also a shame that we won’t be seeing you around often.”

“Tony.”

“Right, right. Duty calls.” Tony shrugged and proceeded towards the door. 

Before he left with him, Caesar said to you: “Do stay safe. There have been... incidents of concern, about the city, lately.”

You couldn’t help but hold his concern close to your heart.

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Despite the odd happenings about the city, you paid them no mind, as the following week, your father hosted another soiree. This time, both Caesar and Tony were present. 

It became clear, early on into the gathering, that Tony was more of the social butterfly, whereas Caesar was more content to watch the crowds from the sideline. 

So, at the right opportunity in the night, you casually made your way towards him, stood by him, and smiled while commenting: “Leaving the tiring socialization to your brother?”

He hummed in acknowledgement. “He’s always so easily distracted.” 

To your slight disappointment, he did not look at you as he spoke. 

You fished for something to say that wasn’t too awkward: “Well, I suppose that keeps most of the more obnoxious attention off of you, doesn’t it?”

“...A silver lining, perhaps.”

For a long while, he remained a silent watcher on the sidelines. 

You were content to stand near him, unbothered. 

Eventually, he asked: “Do you not care much for these gatherings?”

“Not as much as others would think. Only when it suits my fancy.”

There was a long pause, before you heard him say: “Pity. I was informed by the company president that there would be quite a few more of these to attend in the near future.”

There was no further conversation between the two of you that night. But you wondered if that was a subtle sign of hope. 

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Some of the incidents in the city were coming and going. There’s been a few reported deaths. 

At one point, Caesar reminded you to stay safe when going about the city. This was said to you in the presence of Tony, who gave you some sort of look that you couldn’t place, before he glanced over at his brother with a sly smile. 

The next time you met the curious man in blue outside of a public gathering, you had managed to snag just a little of his time to go to a cafe. It wasn’t quite something you could call a date, but you secretly hoped it was one. 

You were pleasantly surprised, the next day, when you arrived to spend another lunchtime hour with your father, that the front desk manager informed you that a drink was left there for when you arrived. 

It was the same thing-- your favorite-- that you had ordered the day prior at the cafe.

Suddenly, for the next two months, these little incidents and your little cafe meetings became a common occurrence. 

Each time, you were able to further a little bit more conversation with him, and learn about each other more. You hoped that his rare little questions about yourself were something akin to interest.

So, you attended the next few gatherings your father had planned.

Each time, Caesar was there. Sometimes with Tony, sometimes without.

It was reiterated to you that he and Tony were hired as security, out of the concern of what had been happening around the city lately. That was about as much as you were told. You secretly wondered how he’d look when in action.

One time, when you mused out loud on whether or not you’ll attend the next event, he told you: “It would be a bit disheartening for you to miss out on it.”

The next gathering had a social dance involved. You usually avoided those gatherings, but you went with one hope and one hope only. You were not disappointed that day, when he took the time to ask you for a single dance.

You rather hoped this meant you two were quite close, as he hadn’t asked anyone else that night. At the very least, you could call what you had with him to be a friendship of sorts. 

But there was a little something that seemed... off. Something you couldn’t quite place your finger on. A mystery. You just don’t know what exactly it was, nagging the back of your mind.

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So came the third month, and this party was larger than the previous one. To your (hidden) elation, Caesar was there again. Well dressed as usual, you noticed this time that Tony was not there, even though it would have made sense for him to be present at such a large event.

Eventually, you went outside, far into the gardens, to catch your breath a little. A slight fatigue was getting to you, reminding you that this was why you only enjoyed such “luxuries” sparingly. 

Something nearby shuffled. It startled you. You wondered if perhaps someone at the party was already drunk and bumbling about. Deciding you didn’t want to get caught in a bad mess, you left to make your way back towards the building. From far behind you, you heard something loud: a noise you couldn’t place that sent chills down your spine. 

Should you investigate? Or should you run? 

Suddenly, you were startled when someone was suddenly beside you: “Escaping the crowd for a bit?”

“Oh!”

You didn’t expect him to have followed you, but something in your mind thought that it was very sweet of him. 

“Yes, I... don’t really fancy too many of these gatherings. I get a little too tired from them when they run for so long.” 

“Perhaps I would admit that I’d rather prefer being at home with a book on nights like these. But one has to go where work is...” He mused, and gently guided you down the path you were already taking, back inside but to the side hall of the building where it was away from the bustling main hall.

It was so rare, to have a moment away from crowds and public spaces with other people in it, to just be beside him. So nice, that you shyly admitted: “I understand what you mean. I usually don’t come to the larger parties, but I knew that you would be here tonight...” You blushed. 

You expected him to conversationally sidestep your little admission, but was surprised at how he seemed to smile a little, and told you: “Our usual little outings do always seem so short. It’s a shame we don’t get to see each other more outside of those, or outside of these bothersome gatherings.”

From where the two of you were, in the secluded hallway, where the closed doors led to many of the empty rooms of the building, you could still hear from the main hall, the clinks of glass and the dull hum of people talking through the soft music. 

You weren’t too far from the main event, but you were just far enough, that this would be considered a spot to the two of you, alone. 

You tested the waters a little: “I wouldn’t be lying if I said I wouldn’t mind finding more time to spend with you.” Anticipating his response, hoping that he was interested, you nervously chewed at your lip. 

“Is that so...” 

This wasn’t the first time you’ve seen his gaze grow contemplative. You’d seen it a lot in your conversations, as if he had something to say but decided against it. But this time, he didn’t remain thoughtful for too long: “You would be interested, even after my work here is done?”

You weren’t quite sure what he meant by that, but you were already kind of letting all of your thoughts out: “Of course, Caesar. Not just interested due to curiosity, but it’s been wonderful getting to know you. I really wouldn’t mind finding--”

You were surprised when he placed a finger to your lips to hush you. “No. That’s not... my name is actually--”

It was at that moment, he was interrupted by the tell-tale buzzing of a phone on vibrate. You were a bit disappointed, very curious and somewhat confused about what he was about to say. 

He answered the call, and in the mostly quiet hall, it was hard not to hear what was being said on the other end: “Hey! Vergil, where are you? There’s a small pack of trouble out here, and you’re missing out the fun?”

“By ‘small pack of trouble’, do you mean it’s something you could simply handle without me?”

“I mean, sure, but since when did you simply stand by to let me have all of the spotlight, bro?”

“Dante, answer the question. I’m rather preoccupied within the building right now.”

You suddenly realized something: Caesar and Tony weren’t their actual names. You didn’t know why they would be using different names, but somehow, that made things all the more interesting to you. 

“Oh. What kind of preoccupied are we talking here?”

“Just call me if you’re actually in trouble.” And with that, he hung up.

You felt just a bit breathless at this turn of information. “So...” You started. “Vergil, is it?”

“I hope the use of an alias for all the time we’ve gotten to know each other isn’t... an issue.” He stated. “I am being genuine when I say that... your company was always nice, and I was a little disappointed that I only got to meet you while I’ve been under the cover of work.”

“What is it that you do?” 

“Something related to both security and private investigation.” Vergil responded cryptically. “Though I will admit, I have been a little sidetracked from the job...”

“Is it me? I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t be keeping you from work...” You smoothed out wrinkles in your gown that weren’t actually there, nervously hoping that you didn’t actually have to end this conversation. 

“No, (Y/N). It’s fine. It’s nothing my brother can’t handle. If anything, I hardly think I’ll be required tonight. Besides...” He seemed just a bit sheepish, if that ever were an emotion you could place on him, as he continued softly: “Dante’s often telling me I could use a break and... enjoy something other than research and work...”

So, this was it. An opportunity. The mysteries may have only compounded somewhat, but he was offering you the chance to actually get to know him better. So you smiled and said: “Well, it’s not a bad thing. To go off track a little. Maybe even get a little lost in something different.”

“Well, (Y/N)... tell me, are we lost , or do you know where we are?”

He held out a hand towards you. You could decide where to go from here. 

“Let’s see then, shall we?” Was your smiling response.  

[rebelichor]

@somnus-lucis-caelum | x

You do not belong here. Your parents entrusted you to the care of King Somnus of Scholar's Hearth.

The secret message had plagued Ariadne's thoughts for days. She had withdrawn into her own inner world, had cast her power far and wide to figure out what this all meant. She thought it a cruel joke. Or a test. King Jacob had no such thoughts about it, nor his most trusted elite... until she touched upon the healer Queen's mind... she lived in fear and worry, so much so that it gave a chill up her own spine.

The healer Queen had snuck a message to them. It was a lose-lose situation for her, because if Ariadne revealed the secret message, she lost. And if she listened to it, everyone lost, didn't they?

But she was still only a child. Even though she thought it through and considered the consequences, there was a selfishness in her heart. The desire for something better for herself and for Vergil.

Like thieves in the night they snuck from their rooms with only the clothes on their back. The King's castle was a fortress, but for all the walls and for all the men, there was still just enough opportunity for two young children to slip away from the inside to the outside.

Parchment crumpled in her hand, Ariadne led them into the heart of King Somnus' camp. He had been stationed nearby, and yet so far for little feet, it was impressive that the children had made it there before sunrise. Their time within the forest had served them well.

No one dared to stop them in their march. No one quite knew how to react. The twins walked right into the King's tent like they had the god given right to, and Ariadne outstretched her hand, passing her crumpled note to the King himself.

[rebelichor]

Her eyes widened in alarm. "Wait —" The boy was already gone, he leapt from the wreck and shouted so loud there was no telling who else he had alerted with his voice. She didn't even get the chance to tell him to be sneaky about it... because what if the soldiers were looking for them... what if they heard his shouts...

Ariadne exchanged a worried look with Vergil. No words were spoken out loud but a rapid back-and-forth took place between them.

'What should we do?'

'What can we do?'

'We could run.'

'Where?'

'Anywhere but here.'

The sound of footsteps running over the sand put an end to their childish plan. Enok had already brought his Mama and Papa, who could clearly run a lot faster than any of them.

Ariadne herded Vergil behind her. Initially Enok's Mama would only make out one shape, the twins huddled closely together. It was a small standoff. Two kids who were terrified of being caught and a mother who knew they couldn't hide in the damp and the dark one moment longer.

"Our parents didn't come back." Vergil quietly explained.

"Shh!" Ariadne silenced him. "They hid us from the soldiers, they're still coming back! They just can't find us anymore because this stupid boat ripped off the dock during a stupid storm."

"The bad men aren't here, right?" Vergil asked Rina directly.

Ariadne hesitated before she accepted the offered hand. Her own small hand was cold, but as both twins emerged into the sunlight it was obvious from their peeling skin that they had spent a day under the harsh tropical sun before their ship wrecked and provided a scrap of shelter.

Enok blinked at the girl and boy as if he didn't know what to do. They looked scared. Why would they be scared? Probably because of the storm they had been in... their boat surely couldn't sail like this anymore! Storms could be scary. But now they were safe!

Sick? Medicine? Food? Water?

That had the little Galahdan light up.

"Yes of course! Ohh, you should've said you are sick! We need to get you home and warm!", Enok clapped in his hands with the biggest grin. He knew exactly what to do to make an ill person feel better! He had learned that in his family already! A sick one only got better with the biggest piece of love and care!

Turning around, Enok clambered right out of the boat again, still babbling: "And soup! And naan! And spicy tea! And herbs! And a cuddle blanket! And a cuddle animal!"

Landing back in the sand, the boy lost no time to use his non-sick lungs to scream for his parents.

"MAAAAMAAAA! PAAAPAAA!"

To say that the Virkows were used to their youngest being a constant source of noise was an understatement. But they could pick out the tones and how serious it was. Them being just around the next cliff had them stopping in surprise for a moment seeing this stranded boat. And their son running towards them with big leaps, pointing at said wreck.

"THERE ARE TWO SICK CHILDREN IN THERE! THEY NEED HELP!"

Rina and Latov needed to only exchange one glance. The planned crab-hunting was forgotten and instead Latov scooped up their son as they both hurried over to the wreck.

The twins inside would next see the mother.

Rina looked over the railing, squinting into the dark, before she could make out the shapes of two little kids. Enok's age. Scrawny. Scared. And the rattling breathing could not be hidden from any mother.

"Oh, sweetlings.", she cooed, before climbing into the boat, immediately crouching to appear smaller as she approached, her hands held out in an offer, "What happened? Are you hurt? Where are your parents? You must be so scared... it's fine. We're here to help. I'm Rina - and that is my husband Latov... and well, you already know Enok."

[galaxofmuses]

The Twins and Nero we're enjoying their time together as Kyrie offered plenty of food and snacks as all three of them catch up for once without any weapons clashing. As time passes by, there no sign of Nell and the clock ticks on as Nero starts to get worried. Their child well now a young adult is usually on time for dinner. Dante was about to say a joke, but is halted by a jab on the rib by Vergil.

"Perhaps their friends are still chattering about....whatever the kids say nowadays." He goes to munch on the fresh baked gingersnap that Kyrie baked. It was rather good. The cozy scent of cinnamon really does remind him of home.

Dante just stretches casually and shrugs. "I dunno man, I was really hoping to talk to Nell about some stuff. Aaaand well I do owe them a strawberry sundae last time." Nero couldn't help, but to chortle from the Demon Hunter's casual attitude.

"Heh....Look, I don't want to be too strict and besides Nell has been really go-"

The door burst in and It was Nico panting with exhaustion.

"Y'all better get outside! It's about Nell!"

The four of them look at each other and they all got up and head outside and it was the van....but there was two individuals that some were familar, but some we're not.

"Leon? Damn I haven't seen you in awhi-" Seeing the hand motioned to stop in front of him.

The Agent letting out a scoff and looks over at Nero and having a feeling that the description and photos that Nell showed to Ashley seems to fit.

"You're.....Nero Redgrave?"

"Yeah....What happened? Where's Nell?"

Leon really hates to be bearer of bad news and shows the necklace to Nero. The young Devil Hunter immediately recognizes the jewelry. It was his and he gave it to them.

"I think Nell is kidnapped...and we gotta act fast and figure out who did it."

The twins expressions hardened and now the bantering and jokes are set aside. Kyrie is worried, but of course Nico goes to support her like the big sister she is and set her aside to give her room to take in the heavy news.

Hands tightened with frustration and regret from the parent, but his determination is now set to a new goal. Looking at the Agent and nods.

"Tell me everything."

[buns-with-a-book]

Salad

In this house, memes become fic material. 

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: OC/Vergil Tags: @furyeclipse @nimnox @synchronmurmurs

Summary: All Cassandra wanted was a nice salad.

“Jeez, you really don’t know what it’s like to go on dates.” Cassandra commented as her fork quietly poked her salad. Sitting across from her was Vergil, who was quietly sipping on tea. Very few cafes were open, as the city of Red Grave was still rebuilding from the wrath of the Qliphoth tree. Fortuna was still finishing up their rebuilding efforts and it had been a couple of years since the demons attacked the island nation. But Red Grave City was no Fortuna, not by a long shot.

But yet, if there were cafes open, then Red Grave City was on the path to recovering. Slowly but surely, it would be the city she remembered. 

She tossed those thoughts out of her head, focusing more on the devil hunter sitting across from her. She had pulled Vergil out of Devil May Cry when the argument between him and Dante got too heated. It wasn’t that she had planned on moving their little date from the evening to now, in the balmy warmth of the late afternoon, but she would never say no to spending some alone time with Vergil. 

Or she would say that, if Vergil wasn’t being an ice king. She internally chastised herself for that. He was learning how to be human and she was a fool to believe it would be anything but a long and slow process…much like the recovery of Red Grave City.

“Cassandra?” Cassandra perked up, roused from her thoughts. “Is something the matter?”

“No, no. I’m just thinking again.” She looked out to the streets. “Red Grave City’s looking better by the day.”

“Is that what holds your mind?” He mused. 

“I mean, aside from you, yes.” She smirked at the brief look of surprise that came from her dry comment. “So, how’s the whole ‘rekindle your relationship with Nero’ project?” 

“As always, a work in progress.” He lowered his head. “It is difficult to form a bond with the son you did not know you had until recently.”

“Makes sense.” She took a bite of salad. “I heard you were making progress by sparring on the beaches outside of Red Grave.” He nodded. “Who’s winning?” Vergil blinked before looking away, frowning at the thought. “It’s Nero, isn’t it.” His lack of an answer told her everything. “Don’t worry, Nero kicked my ass the first time we met.” 

“Did he now?” He hummed. 

“Oh yeah. I urged him to a spar when we first met. I wanted to assess his skills because Dante doesn’t pick up new hunters willy-nilly.” She paused. “There was a good five years between Lucia and Nero...although Lucia hasn’t visited the shop here in Red Grave in the eight years since Dante made her part of the crew, so her status is still up in the air.” She shrugged. 

“He must have known…”

“Perhaps he would have picked up Nero regardless of his combative abilities?” Cassandra inquired. “Well, the world may never know.” She glanced to the street, mostly empty aside from the occasional car. What was once a main thoroughfare was now devoid of life...aside from a stranger with an umbrella in hand. She frowned a little at the sight, considering it was a bright and sunny day. The sight was uncommon...but there was just something about that gut feeling of hers that told her something was off. 

“Can you feel it too?” Vergil whispered. 

“There’s a demon nearby, isn’t there?” She flicked her eyes to Vergil. He only barely tilted his head to nod. The stranger tried to open up his umbrella...only for the umbrella to be ejected from the handle. Normally, a rather comedic sight, but the umbrella grew sharpened metal legs and began to skitter across the street. Vergil shot up, pulling out Yamato.

“I will take care of this nuisance.” He growled.

“Or Dante would have at your ass if you didn’t.” Cassandra hummed dryly. “But, be my guest.” Vergil stepped forward, not commenting on her words. The demon leapt forward, it’s metal legs meeting Yamato. Vergil sent the demon back skidding across the asphalt. It got back up and screeched, running forward to assault Vergil again. Vergil moved into a stance, countering the demon by sending it upward. The demon floated down behind Vergil before charging at Cassandra.

It would’ve made it to her, had it not hit every chair and table on the way.  When it finally came to Cassandra, she summoned Astra and impaled the demon to the ground.

“Seriously. In front of my salad.” Cassandra huffed angrily at the demon. “Piss off and eat a dick!” It let out a weak gurgle, unexpecting the sudden attack. Cassandra stood, pulled up Astra, and sliced into its leathery skin, a move that the demon failed to counter. With one final slash, the demon turned into ash. Astra snapped out of reality. 

“That was reckless of you.” 

“Reckless?” Cassandra asked, giving Vergil a look. “You’re calling me reckless, after letting the demon float on over to me.” She looked to the stranger, or where he once was. “Makes one wonder what the hell the dude was doing with a demon as an umbrella.” 

“It concerns me…” Vergil murmured. 

“He’s pissed me off. Ruined my salad.” Vergil rolled his eyes. 

“Your life is far more important than a mere salad.” Cassandra stared at him quietly before a smile crept onto her face.

“...that salad wasn’t very good anyway.”

[darksonofsparda]

WARM AND FUZZY MEME! || Accepting for 24 hours!

@fierylittleniece sent: 🌛 YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP (from Roxy)

It has been a long day and night, Roxanne's Christmas Party had finally come to it's conclusion. After spending a considerable amount of time reading for the duration of the party while the other guests passed him by not talking to him either out of intimidation or them thinking he was being rude by reading, when no was besides Roxy had spoken to him -- the typical experience Vergil got with every party he went to, not that he was expecting to actually make any friends, he had come for Roxanne and only for her.

It had taken a few pushes from her, bit eventually, Vergil did start to take part in the party a bit more, even going as far as taking part in some of the party games, which was strangely fun, he never really did anything major for the holidays besides decorate a tree, so this was the first time he was actually trying to be social -- perhaps Roxanne staying right next to him, and talking to him when no one else would was helping.

Vergil at least had the capacity to be a decent and interactive party guest, it also showed that Roxy's presence next to Vergil seemed to allow him to loosen up a bit, just enough for a brand new experience. Even if he wouldn't openly admit it, after he took part thanks to Roxy's unwavering persistence, the half-devil had actually come to enjoy himself, she had definitely made it a lot easier for him to unwind.

After the party came to its close, Vergil helped her clean up her home, thanks to his demonically enhanced speed, Vergil's assistance made the clean up a lot more quicker, as they were finished within an hour. Once everything was done, Roxanne had unexpectedly invited him to stay over at her house, unexpected yes, but he agreed now that it was just the two of them now, spending more time with her, sounded lovely. Roxanne had offered him the guest bedroom for the night, thanking her, entered and prepared for bed as Roxanne did her bedtime routine.

Once his teeth were brushed, he changed to more comfortable clothing. At first, debating if he wanted to wear a shirt or not, after some thought, he decides against it, opting to just sleep in a pair of black loose pajama pants-fitting. All prepped for bed, Vergil dims the room light and lays in bed. He's not tired yet, so he's about to reach for a book to read for an hour or two, until his attention is caught by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Looking over, he spots Roxanne in her nightwear, she was walking right towards the bed.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Oh, hello again Roxanne."

He greets, suddenly, she gets in bed right next to him. Silence follows, but a comfortable one, as he slowly moves closer to her. As the two laid there, he felt her gently lay her head onto his chest. In response, Vergil reaches up, putting her strong arms around her as the two of them lay there, cuddling in peace, a very unexpected turn of events, but he didn't mind, not at all.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "My, quite the surprise. You know, all you had to do was ask. I'd have been more than fine with some company tonight.." Vergil adjusts himself in bed, getting himself more comfortable with Roxy laying peacefully on top of him.

She would be able to hear the beating of his heart speed up a little bit due to the shared tender moment. The longer he laid here with Roxanne on his chest, while he held her in his arms -- there was a special feeling to this moment, something that told him, that maybe just maybe. Their encountered was more than a coincidence, he found a strong sense of comfort in her presence.

Having Roxy with him, changed his mind about reading. Instead, he was just going to lay here, keeping Roxanne in tightly into his arms, a clear special connection of theirs starting to spark -- maybe there was some kind of magic this Christmas, and that magic, had lead the two of them to meet. He looked forward to seeing what else was next for the two of them, whatever it was, he'd move forward with stride.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Thank you for inviting me Roxy, I had a lovely time.. sweet dreams."

The half-devil softly speaks, finally admitting to her, that he had a good time. He was grateful for her involving him so heavily into her party. If it lead to something as precious as this moment was, he'd join her for any other party of hers she'd ever host in the future, especially if it meant he could have another tender moment with her just like this one.

[lostsonofsparda]

unexpected guest

send me    “ unexpected guest “    for my muse  ( receiver’s )   to find your muse  ( sender’s )   asleep in mine’s bed,  injured and exhausted,  after having broken into my muse’s home.

@zephyr-iffic

Vergil immediately knew something was wrong when he came back to Devil May Cry and found the door open. Dante would never be so careless to leave the shop unlocked and open unless he was sure to be back in less than five minutes. However, Dante was away on a mission with the others and wouldn't be back for hours.

Tightening his grip on Yamato, Vergil cautiously made his way inside.

I don't feel the presence of demons. A mere burglar perhaps?

As he slowly made his way through, he noticed that everything was still in place. However, when he looked down at the floor, that's when he noticed a small trail of blood leading right to his makeshift room. Slowly and silently, he made his way to the door and cracked it open, ready to draw his sword at a moment's notice.

He was not prepared to find a certain magician lying on his bed.

"Zephyr!" Vergil rushed forward, dropping Yamato as he knelt down beside the bed. "Zephyr?" He took the other's face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing the soft skin of the magician's cheeks. "Zephyr, wake up..."