#guest muse; Vergil

[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 She had withdrawn into her own inner world, had cast her power far and wide to figure out what this all meant.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]

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."

[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.

***

[rebelichor]

Enok’s short feet had succeeded in running from his parents today. At least for a bit. Stomping across the sandy beach, he tried taking too big bites out of the baked treat he had stolen.

Though something caught his attention as he rounded another slope - a boat. Wooden and looking quite battered. The sails were torn apart.

The child immediately stood still, staring wide-eyed. He had been told about such. Run home if you see one, get help. Show your parents, aunt or uncle. And for a moment the boy was ready to run all the way back home. Though a noise made him draw closer. And with a few confident hops, he had crawled up and gripped onto the side of the boat, looking what was inside - staring at two pairs of equally wide shocked blue eyes.

The world seemed so quiet after the storm.

Their father had sent them to their family boat — bad men were looking for them, and they needed to hide and wait for their father or mother to collect them. They were never supposed to be at sea but a storm raged that night and shredded the dock to scattered pieces. Then it was almost like the water picked up their boat and rushed them away. To... whatever this place was.

Calm waves rolled around the marooned boat and for the longest time the twins thought they were all alone. Though the hint of a mind had them cuddling in. Someone was nearby. Someone who was thinking about food.

"I'm hungry." Vergil whispered.

"Shh!" Ariadne replied, her hand clapped over her brother's mouth.

The person was now thinking about their boat. Thinking that they should come and look.

Ariadne sunk down into more of a clinging huddle with her twin. She tried to place herself in front of Vergil to protect him. There was no where to hide, they were cornered like scared animals. Worry creased her little brow as the person thudded the boat. And then she saw them.

A boy no older than them.

The shock quickly faded and she lowered her eyes.

A boy with food.

Before he could so much as make a peep, Ariadne stood up and snatched the pastry right out of his mouth. She huddled back down and took a small bite, then shoved the rest of the stolen food at Vergil who ate it so fast he started to cough on a rogue flake of pastry.

[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."

[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."

[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. 

-------------------

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.

-------------------

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. 

-------------------

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.

-------------------

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.  

[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.”

[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..."

[harlot-of-oblivion]

When Roses Cease to Bloom (Part 5)

Vergil recommended your shop and now you have a reputation to uphold as you meet Nero and Kyrie for the first time, helping them with all their flowery needs for their wedding.

Hope you like my offering of good fluffy content, with a dash of sweet flirtation and silly shenanigans! 💕

Here’s the link to the list of all the flowers featured in this part and here’s the list of wedding flowers if any of you are curious. 🌹🥰🌹

Your garden has always been your personal place of peace and joy. As you walk among the flowers you have helped flourish and thrive the lively sounds of the city seem nonexistent. The buzzing of hard-working bees, the chirping of early morning birds, and the soft babbling of the garden fountain block out all outside noise as you enter a world of your own. Despite all the tranquility of the surrounding blooms, anxiety bubbles through your body as you set up a garden table and three chairs. Normally, an appointment with a customer does not make you so nervous, but this is different. You are about to meet the son of Vergil Sparda, the man who has lately been the subject of many daydreams.

The power of Sparda must also include smooth seduction, you thought wryly as you wipe down the garden furniture, making sure they are clean before heading back to the house. You open the backdoor and walk through the kitchen towards your office to grab your leather-bound notebook and a pen. You open the door and walk to your desk, trying to focus your mind on the task at hand. When you grab the notebook, you go check on the refreshments in the kitchen, mentally reminding yourself to not let your blunt mouth get you in trouble again during this important meeting.

I am rather fond of the delightful sounds that come from your mouth.

The memory of Vergil’s words send chills down your spine as you cover your face with the notebook, hiding the blush that appears even though there is no one there to witness it. It has only been a couple of days since that devilish man was in your garden, completely charming the petals off of you. The freshly picked daises he brought you, his sensuous voice as he recited poetry, and his intense gaze as he kissed your hand…every detail keeps running through your mind, causing you to zone out a lot as you think about other places you want to feel his touch. You are glad that he is reciprocating your advances, but you were not prepared for just how good he is at flirting!

You shake your head of these romantic thoughts as you finally enter the kitchen. I have a job to do and I will not get distracted any longer, you reprimand yourself. The iced lemon tea is still cold and the mini muffins have cooled off enough for you to plate them. As you take a platter and begin to remove the muffins you wonder if his son also likes blueberries just as much as his father does. You laugh a little as you recall that his son, Nero, is only a few years younger than you. Finding out that Vergil has a son was a little surprising...you still cannot believe he did not tell you sooner! But after he told you all about his family you understand why he waited. You are no stranger to complicated family dynamics, as you shared your own family history with him, and you are honestly very curious and excited to meet Nero and his fiancée.

I just hope they like me, you internally fret as you finish getting the refreshments ready. You grin as you remember Vergil’s reassurance about how you have the best flowers in the city. He really does know how to compliment you just as well as he knows how to make you blush. You check yourself in a mirror just down the hall, making sure your hair was sufficiently braided and your modest amount of makeup is still looking good. When you are satisfied with your appearance you head out back to the garden to double check the furniture. You start to hum as you make sure everything is perfect, setting your notebook and pen on the table. After you are satisfied with everything you turn around and the man that has been haunting your thoughts is standing just a couple of steps away.

“Jumping juniper!” you gasp, clutching your chest at his sudden appearance. Vergil is wearing his usual blue attire, tailcoats swaying in the light breeze as amused silver eyes stare at you. You sigh in relief before shooting him an irritated glare as you put your hands on your hips. “Does the power of Sparda also include scaring your local gardener to death?!” you huff breathlessly.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a pleased smirk. “Perhaps.” You eye him in anticipation since you notice that one of his hands is behind his back, which you know can only mean one thing…and he proves you right as he reveals a small bouquet of yellow and white lilies. “It may also include a proclivity for giving lovely flowers as recompense to my local gardener.”

You give him a bright smile as you reach for the elegant lilies. “You know me too well, Vergil.” Your hand clasps just above his and let your pinky finger caress the inside of his wrist. And without fail you feel his warm thumb gently graze the inside of your palm. You have long accepted the fact that you will never be able to hide the blush that always appears when he touches you this way. Plus, you like seeing the knowing smirk that graces his lips when he sees just how much this subtle intimacy affects you. You take the lilies and bring them in for a sniff, wondering if these will have a scent or not. A light honey fragrance wafts from them and you hum in delight, smiling at the handsome man who gifted you a bouquet of sweet gratitude.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon,” you remark as you hold the precious lilies close to your heart. “What brings you to my garden today?”

“Would you allow me to read here? Dante is being even more insufferable than usual and I can’t find peace and quiet at the shop.”

“Is the café too crowded today?”

“Possibly. I didn’t stop by to check. I remembered your invitation and came here first,” he informs matter-of-factly.

“Oh.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you tilt your head. You did tell him that he is welcome to visit you any time, but you did not realize he would just pop in without calling you at least. If he had done so then you could have informed him that you have a meeting with…Your eyes widen as you come the realization that he must know you have an appointment this morning. His surprise visit just so happens to be on the same day as your meeting with Nero and Kyrie. What a coincidence, you muse as a cheeky grin appears on your face.

Vergil quirks an eyebrow. “What madness have you got rattling in your head now?”

“Oh nothing,” you reply nonchalantly. “Just hoping that you don’t mind if I join you after my appointment with Nero and Kyrie today.”

“That’s today?” he asks, having the audacity to pretend that he is not aware of that little piece of information.

“Yep.”

“Hmm.”

Your cheeky grin drops as you give him a deadpan stare. He just simply returns your stare with his own intense gaze, reminding you of the last time he challenged you to a staring contest. You refuse to look away though, even when small shivers begin to run through your body as that memory plays in your mind. There is no way he doesn’t know, you ponder. Unless this is how he shows his support? You know by now that Vergil’s actions speak volumes despite his silence. And your intuition tells you that even though he claims to be here to read in your garden…he chose to visit while you meet his son for the first time.

Aww…he’s so sweet, you thought as you finally break your stare, giggling as you nod your head. “Okay. There’s a nice shady spot under the apple trees,” you point as you begin to walk by him. “Would you like some tea? I can bring you some. I can also spare some mini blueberry muffins if you want.”

Vergil nods. “I would not mind tea while I read. Thank you, Y/N,” he says softly with a thankful grin.

You show him to a comfy seat and side table under your apple trees before heading to the back door of your house. As you step in the kitchen you notice the time on your oven, noting that you only have a few more minutes until your expected guests arrive. You glance at your newly acquired lilies in your hand and quickly open a cabinet where numerous vases are stored. You grab a nice crystal one, set it in the sink, and turn on the faucet. As it fills with fresh water you reach for a glass and a small plate, cutting the water off when the vase is sufficiently full and setting it on the island in the middle of your kitchen.

As you pour some iced lemon tea into the glass you inspect the lilies laying on the counter, trying to determine which lucky bloom should go in your hair. By the time you place a handful of mini muffins on the plate you narrow down your choice between a pure white lily and a bright yellow lily. Not wanting to let your indecision keep Vergil waiting you swiftly clip the stems off the contenders down to size and put the rest of the lilies in the vase. You gather his refreshments and the two lilies before heading back out to the garden.

When you arrive back at the apple trees you notice that Vergil has already got his nose in a book, that little crinkle you are so fond of in between his brow scrunched up in concentration. Your soft giggle brings him out his thoughts as you approach, those striking silver eyes watching as you set his glass of tea and muffins on the table next to him. He softly thanks you and you smile sweetly before presenting him with the white and yellow lily.

“I can’t decide which lily to put in my hair. What do you think? This one?” You hold the white lily up to your head, modeling it up above your ear before doing the same to the yellow lily. “Or this one?”

His eyes soften as they regard you, a radiant blue hue blooming in molten silver. “Both look equally beautiful in your hair.”

Your lips curve into a coy smirk. “Hmm…” You look down at your white embroidered summer dress, taking note of the faint floral pattern in the fabric. The yellow lily would add some color, but the white lily just looks so pretty and graceful. “I do remember that the lily white shall in love delight,” you say playfully as you put the winning lily in your hair. When you feel that the flower is secure you turn your attention back to Vergil. “How do I look?” you ask, giving him a little spin in your excitement.

“Nor a thorn nor a threat stains her beauty bright,” he murmurs as his eyes roam over your body, showing no restraint as he takes his time appraising you. His blatant gaze gives you pleasant goosebumps. When his eyes finally meet yours a gentle grin tugs at one corner of his mouth. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

Your mind fizzles out as warm tingles surge through your body, his words making you blush harder than ever before. All you could find yourself able to do at the moment is just stand there while Vergil smiles smugly in victory. If you knew he would be this good you would have raised your game a while ago! It is like a switch has been flipped…perhaps your sly suggestion of Catullus really did work. You did hope that some of his more erotic poems would inspire him to be more open with his advances, but you were clearly not prepared for what Vergil has in store for you!

A high-pitched deafening squeal breaks through the air, knocking you out of your romantic stupor. Vergil’s head snaps toward the direction of the sound. He scowls as an annoyed growl escapes his lips and relaxes back in his seat. “It seems they have arrived,” he explains as he goes back to reading his book.

“You can tell it’s them just by that?!” you exclaim as you point in the direction of what is surely a car speeding way past safe limits. Another ear-splitting screech sounds off, this time with a little bit more grit, which must mean they are breaking.

“I would know the sound of that vehicle anywhere,” he says in total confidence. In the distance you hear car doors slamming shut and some really angry yelling. Vergil shakes his head as he reaches for his tea. Your stomach starts to churn a little as your anxiety from earlier returns. You check over your dress one last time before turning back to Vergil.

“Well, I better go greet them. Wish me luck!” you say, twirling the yellow lily in your hand nervously. Vergil looks up from his book and gives you a warm smile, making your heart flutter despite your worry. You return his smile with your own appreciative grin before making your way to the front of your house. When you get to your front porch you see an RV with a neon blue sign that reads Devil May Cry on the side. A black-haired woman yawns in the driver’s seat as she waves to the couple approaching your home.

When you bring your attention to the couple it takes all of your willpower to keep your jaw from dropping in shock. The young man strikingly resembles his father, from the white hair to the blue and silver eyes. But the similarities end when it comes to their sense of style. His hair is cut short and his attire is very punkish. You do not see any swords on him so you assume he must have left his weapons behind. The power of Sparda must include the good-looking gene, you quietly quip to yourself as you softly giggle. The young man takes notice of you and his eyes narrow in curiosity as he offers his arm to a very beautiful woman. Her auburn hair shines brilliantly in the sunlight and her hazel eyes glow warmly. She links arms with the young man and adjusts her golden yellow dress as they make their way towards you. Her gentle smile puts you at ease and you put on your own welcoming smile as they finally reach your porch.

“Hello! Welcome to my garden!” you cheerfully greet them with a wave.

The beautiful woman smiles as she bows her head slightly. “Thank you for taking the time to see us,” she says sweetly, her voice so full of joy and you almost believe you are hearing an angel.

“It’s no problem! You must by Kyrie, yes?”

“Yes!” she nods before turning to the young man. “And this is my fiancé, Nero.”

“Nice to meet you,” he greets with a slight head nod.

You smile invitingly. “Well, if you come this way, I have a table ready in the garden.” You lead them through your luxuriant garden, feeling proud of yourself when the cute couple look around in wonder. When you show them their seats you ask if they would like some iced lemon tea and muffins. They both accept your offer and you rush off to get the refreshments, doing your best to stay professional and not walk to briskly on the way to your kitchen. When you arrive back at the table you serve them, take your seat, and ready your notebook as you begin to question the happy couple about what they want for their special day.

Kyrie is the one who mostly talks about the details with you, Nero nodding his head every now and then during the conversation. You find out that you only have a couple of months to pull this off, which is a little stressful considering that it is just you doing all the arrangements. But when you see Kyrie’s hopeful eyes as she goes on about her ideal flowers you decide that no bride should be left flowerless on her wedding day. You assure her that you will work tirelessly to make sure every bloom is perfect for her big day. The most heavenly smile you have ever seen breaks out on her face as she takes your hand and thanks you with utmost sincerity. Nero also smiles and gives you an appreciative nod, probably glad his bride-to-be has one less thing to stress about.

Their colors are yellow and blue, and Kyrie tells you what she ordered with the previous florist before it suddenly closed. You find that you can provide most of the flowers, some you have to suggest alternatives for because of the short notice. In the end the flowers you have listed are sunflowers, blue dahlias, yellow peonies, blue delphiniums, and blue periwinkle petals. You take really detailed notes about her bouquet and the arch they will be married under on the beach. And lastly, you list how many other bouquets, displays, and boutonnieres they will need. By the time you have everything written down you feel a bit overwhelmed but mostly excited to get started.

During your energetic conversation you find yourself growing quite fond of Kyrie. She is just so kind and shows a sense of sophisticated grace. Throughout your talks you come to truly believe that she really is some sort of heavenly being. She thanks you for your patience and understanding and you in turn tell her it is no inconvenience to you and that you are happy to oblige all her flowery needs.

You feel that you have won her approval, but you are still not sure about Nero. He has mostly been quiet so far, observing you and his surroundings closely and chiming in when Kyrie asks his opinion on something. He does not look like he dislikes you, but he has not gone out of his way to be friendly and courteous towards you like the absolute angel next to him. You do not let this discourage you though. If he is anything like his father you know that it will take a little time before he warms up to you.

After your initial discussion about their wedding flowers Nero asks to speak to his fiancée privately. Kyrie looks over at him in surprise and asks if everything is okay. Before he can answer you nod and get up from your seat, knowing from past experience that this is when the husband tries to talk his lovely wife into ordering less flowers. You tell them that you will be just taking a walk on the other side of the garden when they are finished. Nero nods and Kyrie looks a little concerned as you walk away and take a small break.

As you stroll through your garden you come across your tulips. The sight of their stiff buds swaying in the late morning breeze inspires you to pick one for Vergil, already knowing the perfect tulip for him. With careful footing you step through the vibrant blooms and search for a variegated tulip that has the best colors to bring out that lovely shade of blue in his silver eyes. Just as you spot the lucky winner of your search you spot Vergil walking towards you. You put on a face of pure innocence, but it is obvious he is not to be fooled since his eyes narrow cautiously as he stops just outside the tulips.

“What mischief are you up to this time?” he questions warily.

Your drop the innocent act as you bring your hands up to your hips. “I can’t have you out doing me in my own flower game! Now…would you kindly turn around so I can properly surprise you, please?” you implore impatiently.

Vergil arches an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize I was winning.”

“Hmph!” You cross your arms and turn your head away from him, playfully sticking your nose up in the air.

His cocky laugh rings out, which makes you squint your eyes and glare at him. “Perhaps I’ll turn around,” he relents. His smug face softens as he gazes back into your irritated glare. “Recite more poetry for me while I wait,” he requests, though it almost comes out as a challenge.

You roll your eyes. “Alright, alright.” You look at him expectantly, but he is still as a statue while he continues to stare at you, clearly entertained by this whole situation. You let out an exasperated sigh. “You can turn around now!” You move towards the flower, but pause for a second. “And no peeking!” you add in a serious tone. Vergil keeps his smug smile plastered on his face as he swiftly turns his back. You pick your brain for any poems you have memorized as you go over to the chosen bloom, a white and purple variegated tulip. I know more Catullus...but I don’t know if I can recite any his love poems with straight face! You can feel your face heat up at the very thought of repeating steamy prose to the handsome devil standing close by.

As you bend down to pick the lucky flower your mind suddenly sparks with a more sweet and subtle poem. You look over at Vergil’s back, making sure he is not looking as you bring the flower to your chest. Your eyes roam over his strong and regal physique, biting your lower lip as you especially appreciate his long legs and other…prominent aspects of his body. You shake your head, casting out your desirous thoughts as you focus on his request. You clear your throat to signify that you are ready and slowly make your way out of the tulips as you recite Emily Dickinson.

When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun— The hand that paused to gather Upon this Summer's day Will idle lie—in Auburn— Then take my flowers—pray!

Vergil turns around to face you just as both of your hands hold out the variegated tulip to him. He tilts his head as he scrutinizes the striking purple strips on the stiff white petals. Your heart begins to thump rapidly when he suddenly steps up closer to you, causing you to crane your head up. He cups your hands and his warm calloused fingers caress your skin as he peers down at you tenderly.

“Thank you for the riveting recitation,” he murmurs. His low and sensuous voice sends shivers down your spine as you find yourself enraptured by his presence and touch. He takes one of your hands in his and brings it gently up to his lips, achingly gracing your skin with a lingering kiss as his molten silver eyes stare straight into your soul. “And for the compliment,” he tacks on with a genuine smirk.

Oh yeah…it most definitely includes smooth seduction. Soft warmth flushes through your body as the scent of bergamot drowns your senses. You are captivated by the beautiful eyes that have been object of your daydreams for the last couple of days. He lowers your hand, but does not release his grip as you just stand there, lost in whatever force has a hold over you. Your eyes linger all over his face, taking in the perfectly sculpted jawline, the ever-present crinkle between his brows, and the soft laugh lines that have blessed you with their presence. This brings your attention to his mouth, and you cannot help but wonder how those velvety lips would feel pressed against your lips instead of your hand.

The sound of footsteps breaks you both out of the intimate moment. Vergil glances over your shoulder as he relinquishes your hands and puts his flower inside his coat. You look over as well and see a dumbfounded Nero and a jovial Kyrie walking towards you. You immediately feel self-conscious about your very obvious flustered appearance, trying desperate to cool your heated cheeks by fanning yourself with your hand. Meanwhile, Vergil is somehow the epitome of cool, calm, and collected…which is totally unfair!

You do not let that discourage you as you put on a friendly face and ask if they are ready to continue. Kyrie nods and informs you that they talked it over and decided to do a more modest arch, so they will not need as much flowers as they originally thought. Nero gives his father a questioning look that seems to ask “what the hell are you doing here?” Vergil just stares back stoically in response to his son’s quiet query. As you all walk back to the garden table Nero breaks the silence and talks to you directly for the first time since meeting him.

“So, uh…how do you two know each other?” he asks hesitantly, his inquisitive eyes darting between you and his father.

“We met at the book café. Your father took my spot,” you answer, a reminiscent smile spreading across your face.

“I don’t recall seeing your name on it,” Vergil curtly adds with a huff.

You promptly ignore his commentary and go on with how you remember the events of that serendipitous day, doing your best to hold in your laughter. “And I, being a kind and gentle soul, allowed him to stay.”

“I beg your pardon?” Vergil glares at you incredulously. His response makes you do a whimsical twirl as a lighthearted giggle escapes your lips, your dress flaring out delicately in the breeze. Vergil sighs as the corners of his mouth twitch a bit, shaking his head at your jest. Kyrie giggles along with you while Nero looks at his father totally stunned.

“Needless to say,” you continue as soon as the giggle fit subsides, “after that misunderstanding was cleared, we chatted about more pleasant things and voila! Book nook buddies for life!”

“So…you’re friends then?” Nero prods, earning a hard stare from his father.

“Yeah!” you exclaim as your hand surreptitious reaches for a fistful of the marjoram flowers hidden in your dress pocket. “Friends that remind each other to lose the glower and smell the flowers!” You raise your hand and let the flowers scatter in the air, showering everyone with a healthy sprinkling of light pink petals. Kyrie laughs in delight while Nero looks around at the falling petals in confusion.

A low grumbling growl brings your attention to Vergil, who does not look very amused as a few stray petals cling to his perfectly slicked back hair. His irritable stare makes your smile drop as your eyes widen in surprise, putting a hand over your mouth to control the giggle that is bubbling just behind your lips. “Oops!” you mutter softly behind your hand, earning you a severe sideways glance from the grumpy Son of Sparda. Kyrie has her hand over her mouth as well to hide her smile, but Nero’s lips break into boyish grin as he fails to hold it back any longer.

“It’s a good look for you, Dad,” he compliments while giving his father a mocking nod of respect. Vergil snarls in response to his son’s sassy compliment.

“I can fix it!” you blurt out as you put yourself in between them, trying to defuse the situation you accidently created. Vergil peers down at your pleading face, and he must see that you honestly did not mean to embarrass him because his harsh expression softens a little. You hear Kyrie behind you ask Nero to accompany her to the nearby garden fountain and they both walk off, leaving you alone with a pretty prickly devil.

“I’m too short to reach you…could you kneel down for me?” you ask sheepishly. Vergil takes a deep breath and complies, bending a knee down to the ground so his head is level with your shoulders. You thank him with a smile as you pick tiny petals from his hair, being careful not pull the silky white strands too much. As you circle around to expect the back of his head you cannot help but to enjoy his soft and shiny hair, letting your fingers linger just a bit longer than they should as they remove pesky petals. Vergil is motionless and silent, which gives you a good opportunity to apologize.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t think these flowers would be so clingy.”

Vergil quickly turns his head to look over his shoulder at you, startling you as your fingers rip away from his gorgeous hair. His keen eyes stare at you for a moment before he speaks in a calm and even tone. “There’s no need to apologize. I should’ve known you would pull one of your whimsical antics, but somehow you always manage to take me by surprise.”

You laugh softly as you move to face him again, his gaze following your form as you spot more petals nestling by his temple. “And I should know by now that you don’t like surprises,” you note as you gently dig out the tiny petals. Vergil has grown quiet again and you glance down to see if he really is not angry anymore. That is when you realize that his face is level with your chest as you bend down. Vergil is a gentleman though, averting his gaze as you proceed with your task…although, you do catch him sneaking peeks from the corner of his eye a couple of times.

This makes your stomach flutter with butterflies and your heart beat faster as a devious ploy pops into your head. If he can make me blush with his hand kisses…then I can raise the stakes and make him blush too! Before you can even ask yourself is this is a good idea your body instantly steps closer to examine the top of Vergil’s head for petals. This brings your chest so close to his face you can feel his breath brush against your skin, which sends pleasant tingles all over your body. You pretend to pick a petal out of his hair, savoring the smooth texture of his white locks between your fingertips and the subtle scent of bergamot once more before withdrawing just as quickly as you approached.

“There,” you declare with an impish grin. “Perfect as always.”

It seems your spur of the moment tease has flipped another switch inside of Vergil. His brow is completely relaxed, his cheeks show the barest amount of pink, and his eyes are gleaming as they stare up at you in awe. He seems so ethereal as he slowly rises back to his full height and his silver eyes pierce you to the spot, adding more fuel for your constant daydreams. The intensity of his gaze fills you with triumph as it stirs your heart and sets your soul aflame. That mysterious force is back, stronger and headier than before as it pulls him closer to you…

A violent rustling from some nearby shrubbery startles you. Vergil puts himself in front of you, shielding you from whatever threat lies beyond the bush. They shake again and you hear a string of curses coming from the leaves. You peer around Vergil’s body, wondering what strange creature is creeping and cursing in your garden. Suddenly, the black-haired woman from the van comes careening out of the shrubbery, jumping around and fidgeting as she swats various spots on her body with her free hand. She has a phone in the other hand and when she finally notices you and Vergil, she quickly hides it in what looks to be a tool belt as she gives you both a casual wave and a grin.

“Hey, uh…fancy meeting you here.”

“Nico?!” Nero exclaims as he and Kyrie rush over, no doubt hearing the commotion and coming to investigate. “What the hell are you doing?”

Nico rolls her eyes behind her red glasses. “I got bored waitin’ on ya’ll! So…I decided to go explorin’.”

“In the bushes?” Vergil questions blankly.

“Y-yeah!” Nico stutters a bit, but quickly recovers. “Never know what’s lying beneath something so pretty.”

“Aww, thank you!” you beam, giving the nice strange lady a big happy smile. In return, Nico nods as she gestures around the garden and wiggles her eyebrows. Kyrie smiles along with you and Vergil relaxes as he continues to stare at Nico suspiciously. Nero just looks at her in utter disbelief. You know that her explanation is odd, her appearance and attire screaming mechanic instead of explorer, but it is clear that whatever she is up to she meant no harm. There has been enough excitement for today and the appointment is almost over anyway, so you let her explore to her heart’s content as long as she does not harm the plants and flowers.

When it is clear that you have no problem with Nico rummaging through your bushes you get back to business with the happy couple. You go over the final order, happily adding a couple of flower crowns and few other minor details to the list. By the end of the appointment Kyrie is positively gleeful. Her jubilant attitude is contagious as Nero’s smile widens and your mind is already buzzing with exhilaration. Kyrie gives you her number and insists that if you ever need help all you need to do is call. You feel touched by her generosity, but you explain that you are going to try your hardest to make sure that they do not have to lift a finger.

“Well, we better be off,” Nero says after checking the time on his phone.

“Thank you so much for doing our flowers on such short notice!” Kyrie happily smiles as she takes both your hands in gratitude.

“Oh no, it’s no trouble at all!” you say graciously as you squeeze her hands back in understanding. “It will be a little tight, but I promise I’ll do my best to give you the wedding flowers of your dreams!”

You escort them through your garden to the front of your house. Nico has already made her way back to van, waving at you as she smokes a cigarette. Kyrie surprises you by giving you a friendly farewell hug. Nero thanks you with a grateful smile. He warmed up to you after the spontaneous flower shower…you get the feeling that he is a little impressed for some reason. Whatever it is that made him open up you are glad that you got to know him better. As you wave goodbye and watch them leave Vergil appears next to you just as the RV backs up and shoots down the road. The tires squeal as they speed away, leaving behind a big puff of white smoke.

“I think they like me!” you exclaim in delight.

Vergil chuckles. “How could they not? You are a marvelous woman after all,” he compliments as he stares at the lily adorning your hair.

You do not even try to hide the blush breaking out over your cheeks. “I guess those sweet words mean you’re not still mad about the flower shower?”

“I wasn’t mad.”

“Hmm, you looked pretty mad.”

“I wasn’t-” he scoffs, but stops short when he sees your cheeky grin. His scowl softens as he shakes his head. “Sometime I wonder if you drive me mad on purpose.”

“And what if I am?” you ask, playfully tilting your head to the side.

Vergil’s lips curve into a fond smile as his eyes glitter wickedly, staring deeply into your eyes. “Then by all means,” he mutters as he raises his hand and gently brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. “Don’t ever stop.”

No matter how many times he makes you blush and tingle with his charming words you know that you will never tire of it. You will gladly give him all of your crimson blushes, your mirthful smiles, and your vibrant blooms in return. Even though you have only known him for a short time you feel deep down that you would anything for the eldest Son of Sparda…anything to see his handsome face smile and his eyes gleam with passion. Even when roses cease to bloom, you will always be there with a fresh bouquet in hand, ready for him to take your heart along with your flowers, pray!

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@dantes--rebellion asked: let’s hide in here

Send “Let’s hide in here” for my muse’s reaction to yours pulling them into an empty room/closet for a quickie in a busy place.

"Vergil!" Dante whispers with a grin, hand reaching out for his twin as he pulls Vergil down the hallway. "Let's hide in here!"

It's their parent's annual ball. It sounds far more grand than it really is, just a big party where the families more well acquainted with the Sparda family come and dine and dance in their ballroom. Granted there's maybe fifteen families who came this year, making the estate feel even more crowded than usual, but it's totally not a huge deal. 

What is a huge deal is that Vergil's boyfriend is tugging him away from the guests and shoving him into a closet, no doubt full of dastardly intentions

"Dante, we're supposed to be hosting..." Vergil starts out strong before his voice trails, weakened by the sight of his twin pulling out his cock and stroking the half hard member right in front of him. Oh god. Right now? Here? The dean of their college is here they can’t be doing this! "Y-you can't be serious??" He thanks his lucky stars this closet isn't well light, lest his reddened cheeks be seen.

"It's your fault." Dante says lowly, free hand on Vergil's hip as he pushes him back against the wall. "I saw them... you're such a tease, you wore those panties for me didn't you?" The commanding tone in his voice and piercing gaze pinned Vergil to the wall, his own cock beginning to twitch to life as he felt his twin grope his ass and press him flush against him, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"... It was for later tonight. " He admits, knees weak as Dante leans in to lick at a sensitive spot on his neck. God, he was really going to fuck him right here wasn't he?

"Change of plans." He can practically hear him grinning as sharp teeth come out to graze at his pulse point before sucking a claiming bruise there. The sensation makes Vergil whine and toss his head back, exposing more skin for Dante to mark, already putty in his brother's hands. "We don't have much time…come on let me see them baby, pull down your pants…"

Vergil squirms a bit as he’s turned around, hoping desperately that their guests won’t hear him scream when Dante starts railing him from behind.