#i was planning to make one for vergil just to go along with him. and maybe nero too if i can figure out what to give him
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here it is, the fursona i designed for dante a couple months ago for shits and giggles. i made him a bunny/dragon hybrid (aka i drew him as a bunny and gave him parts of his dt and called it a dragon) <3
#i was planning to make one for vergil just to go along with him. and maybe nero too if i can figure out what to give him#but then i got busy and just never had the time to sit down and sketch out the designs lmao#anyway i did this for fun ive never designed a fursona before but its always fun to draw smth non human every now and then :)#this is unfortunately all i have for you furry enjoyers </3 i'll draw more when i have time#devil may cry#dante(dmc)#allyart#god i just realized the watermark still has my old tumblr url. which is now my comm acc. but i cant be bothered to fix it LMAO its fine#my comm acc has links back here anyway it should be fine
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A Devil's Secret Wingman: Vergil x G/N Reader
APPARENTLY, I NEVER POSTED THIS HERE; I WROTE THIS BACK IN MARCH OF 2023 LMFAO WHAT THE FUCK--
SUMMARY: As time has gone on, random appearances from a certain blue apparition happened more and more. A part of you wonders why but you had never dared to ask Vergil; however, the sly blue ghostly devil had a different plan in store.
BEGINNING NOTES: I don’t know why I really like the idea of Vergil in yoga pants right now; I just do. Also when Doppel shakes their upper half; I am imagining something similar to a bird fluffing its feathers. Yes, I know that Vergil + Dante’s DT/Sin DTs don’t have feathers but I feel like they’d still do it; plus it would make Vergil’s (Sin Trigger) shoulder pauldrons move according to how they work on the concept art page. 💝🩵💝 Vergil x G/N Reader Unestablished relationship Some good ol’ fluff
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INSPIRED BY:
A Doppelganger's Projection--By: DevilSwordVergil
Devil's Advocate--By: LadyMuzzMuzz
These are both super cute and I love them ngl
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Visitations from a certain bright blue apparition had become a regular occurrence when you visited the Devil May Cry. It didn't typically matter what was going on; night or day, before or after a job--as long as you were alone, the glowing blue devil would make time to see you. At first, you thought that Vergil had been doing this to keep an eye on you while he was up in his room; however, as time went by, you realized that Vergil didn’t even have to be awake for Doppel to appear--sometimes you'd even get a visit when Vergil was out and about. It had become a part of your routine, one which you reveled in greatly.
Today was no exception.
Vergil and you were on “shop duty”, being tasked with the monotonous secretary work of (the) Devil May Cry. Everyone else had various contracts to complete or were on vacation; leaving you and the blue twin alone for an undisclosed amount of time.
You sighed heavily, “I’m so fucking bored…” you leaned forward in the desk chair and set your head on the desk with a small thunk.
It had been nearly three hours and there wasn’t a single phone call or walk-in; it was as dead as dead can be. A part of you had hoped that Vergil might join you downstairs for a while, maybe even a long while; but, you hadn’t seen nor heard from the Dark Slayer all day. Which was fine, it’s not like the two of you don’t see each other all the time, but you couldn’t help but yearn to be near him--even if it just meant that you were occupying the same room.
A small joyful chirping caught your attention. You tilted your head up slightly and stared from the tops of your eyes. Standing at the bottom of the stairs was the blue ghostly doppelgänger that you expected to visit at some point.
You picked your head up. Placing your elbow on the desk and resting your chin in your palm, you flashed them a bright beaming smile, “Hey Doppel, come to join me?”
Although you knew that the devil couldn’t speak, you would talk to them as if they were able to respond; which to be fair they technically could. Your smile widened as they wiggled a bit, a sign that you'd learned meant they were happy or in agreement. The devil approached you and stood in front of the desk with a tilted head.
“Wanna sit with me?” you smiled as you sat up and watched Doppel wriggle faster, spreading their wings slightly in excitement, “Alright,” you stood from the chair.
With a loud scrapping sound, you moved the coffee table out from in front of the pleather couch--making sure to give the devil enough room. With a playful huff and bounce, you sat on the couch.
The sound of their claws daintily clicking on the hardwood floor made you giggle in amusement. They stood in front of the couch before tilting their head once more.
“What?” you watched their hands as they gestured along the couch, asking you to lay down, “Oh? Okay, sure..?”
It was a bit odd since they had never asked for that before but you did as you were asked. With a curious tilt to your brow, you watched as the devil sat above you, straddling your legs. If this had been the real Vergil, you surely would’ve been crushed to death by now; thankfully, Doppel (typically) weighed almost nothing. Another laugh left your lips as you watched the dangerous devil knead into your chest with both his hands, emitting a thunderous purr; reminding you of a cat. Meanwhile, you gently ran your hands along the devil's body.
After a minute or two, they carefully laid on top of you; encompassing you entirely. You smiled as you nestled your face into (where there typically would be) grey scales above their blue V. Carefully, they rubbed the underside of their chin against the top of your head. Between the heat and the vibrations of their purrs, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep; forgetting all about your shop work.
Nearly an hour later, you were still sleeping happily with the blue devil doing the same. However, a different blue devil had come downstairs to check on you; worried that you hadn’t answered the shop's phone several times. Now, he could only stare at the sight before him.
The sight of you, his partner and secret romantic interest, being smothered by his own duplicate. Doppel noticed Vergil’s sudden appearance and curiously turned their head towards him.
With a large and envious scowl, Vergil snapped his fingers in an attempt to de-summon the blue apparition but was only met with a small wiggling motion in defiance. This movement was enough to stir you awake.
Only having your eyes half open, you mumbled to your ghostly cuddle-bug, “Somethin’ wrong Doppel?”
They looked down at you and back to Vergil. You turned your head to the side and became pale at the sight of Doppel’s owner. Vergil had moved further into the room and stood next to the desk with folded arms. A small blush spread across your face upon seeing his oddly casual apparel; a pair of semi-form-fitting black yoga pants and his typical turtlenecked dark blue vest. Upon seeing that you noticed Vergil, Doppel took their leave with a small chirp of happiness.
Vergil swallowed audibly and looked away from your eyes, a small amount of pink pricked at his features--embarrassed about this situation, “Forgive me, I was unaware of their summoning,” his voice was meek and caught you off guard.
You smiled as you sat up, “Don’t worry about it… If I’m honest,” you placed a hand on the back of your neck awkwardly, “I actually enjoy these little visits.”
“This- This has happened before?” Vergil’s gaze turned back to you filled with concern and confusion.
“Yeah..?” you cocked your head slightly, “Haven’t you been sending Doppel to stay with me?”
The twin looked at you with parted lips and wide-eyed expression; telling you that your assumption was far from correct.
Before you were able to question him more, Vergil went back up the stairs and holed himself back up in his room.
“Shit,” a loud sigh left your lips as you flung your head backwards, hitting the crown of your head on the back cushions; fearing that this would somehow bite you in the ass later.
You waited a while to see if Vergil would come back downstairs and were disappointed when he didn’t. Another heavy sigh left your lips as you stood up from the couch and tended to your assigned work.
After that was completed, you quickly became bored again and looked around for something to bide your time. That’s when you realized how dirty the DMC had become making you scrunch your face in disgust. So, you decided to take upon the hefty maid work and got to it.
Three hours of exhausting scrubbing and cleaning later, you flopped face down on the sofa, satisfied with your work. Slowly, you felt the warm gentle hold of sleep taking hold of you or was it something else? Before you could question it too much, you fell back asleep.
After a half hour or so, you tried to turn over and felt something stop you. Irritatedly, you opened your eyes and noticed luminescent wings and arms wrapped around you. It seemed that Doppel had not only returned to you but was sleeping on top of you.
“Doppel?” you whispered and got a small tail wag in response, “Can you let me up?”
They looked at you for a moment, presumably in thought, then slid off you. You sat up and let out a low groan as you stretched your arms upwards, cracking your back. The large devil sat facing you with crisscrossed legs, reminding you of how juvenile the ghost acted in comparison to its master.
With a small laugh, you turned to put one leg up on the couch, “So… What’s with you? I hear that you’ve been visiting me without permission?” you cocked your head curiously.
The blue devil chirped in affirmation.
"Why?"
Doppel’s tail gently moved to point at your chest before laying it on your lap. Carefully, you pet the sharp scales; giving extra care to go pet down the tail so you didn’t slice your hand.
“My chest, huh?” you shook your head with a faint smile, “I don’t understand.”
The light blue figure cocked its head slightly before shaking its upper body with a loud chirp. Then, they took their hands and fumbled with them for a moment, before they made a crude heart shape with their fingers.
With pursed lips and a furrowed brow, you huffed quietly in confusion, “A heart?” the blue devil shook with another loud chirp--indicating that you were correct, “What..? You just love spending time with me or something?” admittedly, you found that idea to be adorable.
Doppel looked over and stared at the staircase; which you copied.
“Wait,” you froze and looked at Doppel with wide eyes, “You mean that Vergil-?”
A third loud chirp came from them as they wriggled in place.
With parted lips, you tried to come up with a response. However, before you were able, Doppel sat on their knees, still on the couch, and poked your chest with their finger this time.
“Are you asking if I..?” your voice was hushed as Doppel wiggled a bit, “Oh, well- I,” you stumbled over your thoughts and words. Admittedly, you’d never said it out loud before or told anyone about how you felt for the older brother; despite the incessant pestering of Nico and Dante, “Yeah, I-” a small smile tugged at your lips as you sighed contently, “I do love Vergil.”
The blue apparition carefully cupped your face within its hands and made an odd purring chirp noise; one you’d never heard before. They continued to purr afterwards and just stared into your eyes. That’s when you realized what Doppel was asking you to do.
“No way,” you shook your head slightly, still confined by the devil’s hands, “I can’t tell him. Do you know how much he’d hate me over something--”
Another loud chirping purr cut you off; this time, however, Doppel wriggled harder and spread their wings out in clear disagreement.
“You sure about this?” you whispered as you felt them squish your face closer together, making you scrunch up, “Alright- Alright, I’ll go,” Doppel let go of your face as you laughed nervously.
A deep nervous feeling grew in your gut as you stood up and slowly ascended the stairs, with Doppel following suit. Once in front of Vergil’s door, you stopped and looked over at the apparition with pursed lips. Doppel decided to force things along further and knocked loudly on the door for you, making you cuss loudly at the ghostly devil.
The door opened and Vergil stood there with a raised brow; however, before he spoke, he noticed his Doppelgänger standing beside you.
“What- How?!” Vergil’s voice was angry as he glared at the blue ghost.
Doppel straightened their posture with a curious tilt of their head.
The eldest twin’s lip twitched in irritation at their counterpart.
Meekly, you broke Vergil’s death glare at the apparition, “Hey, could we,” you shrugged with one shoulder, “talk for a minute?”
Vergil eyed you up and down, “Fine, give me a moment,” with that, he turned back into his room and shut the door.
You turned to Doppel and became increasingly confused. They were ruffling their top half with their wings wide spread and their tail flicking around.
“What’s up with you?” you were unsure if they were excited or angry.
The ghost looked at you and patted the top of your head, still wriggling around.
With a small shake of your head, you smirked a wide smile at them, “You’re quite excited, huh?”
Before they could give a clear response, Vergil’s bedroom door opened again.
The twin sighed and moved to the side, “You may enter.”
“Are you sure you want me in your room? You never--”
“Yes.”
With a coy nod, you smiled, “Okay, thank you.”
Vergil gave you a flat smile and shut the door as he watched Doppel wave to him and then fade.
A heavy sigh came from the twin as he stood facing the door for a moment, attempting to hide his growing nervousness. Vergil turned to face you and took a few steps closer. The two of you awkwardly stood in the middle of the open space. Admittedly, the eldest son’s room was rather plain; only having essential items, a few bookshelves, and a small desk.
“It’s nice in here,” you smiled and avoided his piercing gaze, “it’s very well-kempt; a reflection of its inhabitant.”
Although Vergil was flattered by your compliment, he was uncomfortable by someone else’s presence in his space; making his tone rather snappy, “What do you want?”
You pursed your lips and shrank down into yourself, taking his tone as a bad sign, “Doppel told me something, and I--” you shot a glance at him and noticed his brow was furrowed, “I was made to come up here to talk with you.”
“Speak then.”
“Well,” you bit your tongue, “you know what, never mind; just forget this happened,” with your tail between your legs, you attempted to retreat and leave, when you felt him grab your forearm.
Without turning to you, Vergil spoke in a hushed tone, “No, I want to hear what you have to say.”
A sigh left your nose as you turned your head to the side, looking at the side profile of the stone-faced man, “Promise you won’t be mad?”
Vergil copied your action, turning his head to face you, “Fine.”
Your heart rate spiked as you locked eyes with his icy eyes and a small blush dusted your face. Vergil released his hold on your arm and turned fully to see you with folded arms.
You looked away from him again and tensed up as you whispered, “Doppel wanted me to tell you about how,” with a scrunched face, you braced for the worst, “I have feelings for you.”
His voice was sharp and he squinted his eyes, “What kind of feelings ?”
With a barely audible voice and a small nervous laugh, you answered, “Romantic ones…”
The room fell silent. A thick uncomfortable tension hung in the air as Vergil just stared at you. If he had stabbed you with the Yamato or scoffed in response; that would have been preferable then him just standing completely still and silent. A part of you wanted to bolt out the door and just run from this, but you were frozen in fear.
“Is that your version of a confession?”
Unable to look at him, you nodded.
Vergil’s stare softened and he let out a gentle sigh, “Let me guess,” slowly, he approached you and stopped only a few inches from you, “my doppelgänger told you about my own feelings then?”
With another small nod, you focused on his boots that had come into view.
“Then may I ask why you were hesitant to tell me..?”
You whispered, “I figure Doppel was just messing with me.”
Vergil gave a flat smile. Gently he set his thumb and forefinger on your chin, tilting you up for him to see. Neither of you spoke as he slowly ran his thumb over your parted lips, making your face turn a few shades darker. Eventually, you met his gaze and noticed his expression had softened greatly; the first time you’d seen him this mellow.
Vergil whispered as he stared down at your lips, “May I..?”
You gave a small grin, “Of course.”
With a very slow and careful lean, Vergil connected his mouth to yours. You sheepishly placed your hands on his sides, making him push a bit harder into the kiss. His lips were broiling hot as he slowly moved his lips against yours. After a few moments, Vergil broke the kiss off and leaned back enough to look you over; attempting to gauge your response. A small smile tugged at your lips and you noticed that Vergil had the same expression.
He moved his hand to rest on the side of your jaw, gently thumbing over your cheekbone, “I assume that was proof enough?”
Curious as to how he would respond, you inched toward him and cocked your head slightly, “Mnm, I dunno; think I might need another just to be sure.”
He shyly looked down and leaned back into you, intertwining once more. This time, however, Vergil made sure to pour everything he had into the kiss. Quickly, he moved both hands to your waist and pulled you tight to his body, making you squeak in surprise. Using this to his advantage, he pushed his tongue into your mouth.
After a few minutes of fervourous kissing, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily. Vergil gently nuzzled against the side of your neck and placed sweet kisses along it; very quietly purring.
While the two of you were enjoying each other's embrace, a loud yell from downstairs caught your attention, it seems that Dante had returned. However, when you tried to separate from Vergil, he pulled you closer.
“Stay, my brother can wait,” his voice was laden with a thick husky seduction as he continued to kiss down your neck, “I’m not done showing you how much I love you.”
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ENDING NOTES: Is it weird for me to hyperlink stories that inspired my chapters or not? This is a genuine question--I don't want to seem weird, but I want to give credit where credit is due.
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If you like this please consider checking this on my AO3. There are extra chapters and my H/Cs over there, so please consider checking them out! Comments, Likes/Kudos, and shares are always appreciated! Thanks so much for reading!! :)))
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#Doppel is a good wing man- no pun intended#devil may cry#dmc#dmc 5#devil may cry 5#devil may cry v#devil may cry vergil#vergil#vergil devil may cry#devil may cry fanfiction#devil may cry x reader#Vergil x G/N reader#Vergil x reader#Vergil x male reader#Vergil x female reader#Vergil's Doppelgänger#Doppelgänger#oneshot#reposted from my AO3#I really can't believe I never posted this here; if I did feel free to let me know but it's not on my masterlist#and I can't find it on my page lol
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You let me know, everything's alright
The twins were stuck between a rock and a hard place, battered like fish n’ chips. They struggled to stand, recuperating in a brief moment of peace in the bloodstained field. Not a true peace, as the tension for another inevitable battle charged the air.
“Hey, bro.”
“Yeah?”
“Remember that cheesy song Dad used to sing to Mom? The one with all the funny chanting bits?”
“Why…?”
“I can't stop this feeling~”
“Really?”
“Deep inside of me~”
“Is this.. really the best time?”
“Girl, you just don't realise, what you do to me~”
“...”
“Aw, come on, Verge. You know the words. Just entertain me for a second, it’s not like we’ve got an audience right now.”
“I don’t…”
Vergil hesitated for a moment. This was beyond foolish; why bring up some pointless song at a time like this? They should be planning for the next attack, they should be looking over their injuries, they should be—Damn it all.
“When you hold me…” Vergil struggled to sing the line as his lungs didn't feel up to the task, but Dante waved in encouragement to keep going. “...in your arms so tight.”
With a wince, Dante threw an arm over Vergil's shoulder and cheekily pulled him closer. Vergil didn't want to waste energy fighting it, but if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to fight it. It was… “You let me know, everything’s alright~” Vergil finished the verse.
Dante grinned at him, satisfied to have lifted their spirits, continuing, “And I’m~” He finger-gunned towards Vergil with his free hand, making him scoff. Still, Vergil played along, finishing the line.
“Hooked on a feeling~”
Dante turned his finger gun towards the horizon where more demons had gathered and were clearly heading their way.
“I'm high on believing~” the twins sang together, standing up straight in preparation for the inbound battle.
#dmc#devil may cry#good bro Dante lifting the spirits#convincing Vergil to roll with it deserves a medal#why couldn't they continue on with the song even when the demons show up?#lofi beats to stu- *cough*#old pop song karaoke to slay demons to#Sparda was intrigued by all the chanting bits in the song but ended up enjoying the lyrics too#Eva has heard some things#Sparda's swordsmanship is legendary but his singing?#might be legendary for a different reason#guy's still a demon at the end of the day#'Blue Swede - Hooked on a Feeling'#no sadly I've not seen 'Guardians of the Galaxy' but the soundtrack for the movie seems great
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the one about vergil being jealous of dante
i would like to share my girlfriends theory about vergils thoughts during that bridge scene for mission 7 which i full heartedly agree with
so im talking about the one at the bridge. kat just told dante her whole deal and dante and her are cool now. they meet vergil at the bridge and tell dante about how he needs to break into bob barbas jail. vergil says kat can't go, dante says shes done enough, she warns him about this situation, dante says it'll be lovely and winks at her before going
and vergil just...stares at kat
he just stares at kat
the camera specifically pans to him and holds on him staring at kat. so its important to ninja theory that we see this moment, that we see vergil looking at kat here. we are meant to get something out of this.
according to my very lovely and very smart and very talented girlfriend who is also very enlightened and got me to ship vergil and kat, a possibility here is this is when vergil's mindset shifts.
let me explain.
(i also talk about this in my really long post, the really long list of kat and vergil things )
prior to this mission, kat kind of really does not like dante. this is very clear to me with like...most of their interactions and her body language. she doesn't like it when he waves a gun in her face. she doesn't like it when he makes her job difficult and tries not to go with her. she doesn't like how he talks about humanity (she goes to argue with him about this until vergil stops her, which she also does not like). she doesn't like that he doesn't take her seriously when he asks her about her spells (then proceeds to wipe his fingers off on her). she doesn't like that when she tries to tell him things will be rough in limbo at paradise that he looks at her, says he 'likes it rough', then winks. she really does not like that one, we see her collect herself after this moment before she proceeds to talk to vergil because she does not like it. she does not seem to like how he's not taking a lot of things seriously. she does not like the confused tone he takes when he questions her going to limbo to escape her 'nightmares' (code word for kat's abusive household) because he doesn't understand how things could be worse for her then limbo.
and it's fair to note that there are moments between these moments where they get along! they have a bonding moment in mission 4 about her learning how to do spells and how the cans remind dante of spray cheese (also notable she's talking about vergil in this scene also, but i digress). they have another bonding moment in virility where they talk about their similar backstories.
but its also important to note she is often frustrated with him at this point in the game. and even more important that vergil knows that she's frustrated with dante. the singular conversation we see between kat and vergil in the game is about how kat doesn't trust dante and she finds him frustrating. this was so important for us to know it is the singular scene kat and vergil have alone in the entire game and we get it in the second mission of the game. she asks vergil if he thinks this will work because she thinks it won't, because she distrusts dante so much after just having met him she's doubting this whole plan they put together.
i've rambled enough though my point is this. kat does not like dante for a good chunk of the early game and she does not trust him.
but by the point of the bridge, she does.
it's fair to say the game is, in part, about dante and kat's relationship. it's about dante learning how to trust kat. but he does that pretty quick, the bigger part is dante getting kat to trust and like him. which he seems to figure out very quickly she does not. you can see it in the fact that he stops making comments like he does after mission 2. he instead focuses on trying to get to know her.
now, this i think ties into my meta on mission 19 where i talked about how dante is smarter then we give him credit for. certainly some of this is him trying to figure out the situation he's found himself in and kat is an in to learn about that situation. he's correctly deduced that kat and vergil are close, so kat is very close to this organization and the plan and probably knows a lot about this whole thing so he can learn about it through her.
but he also seems to genuinely want kat to trust and like him, given he is from very early on, pretty vulnerable with her. he tells her about his childhood before she gives him the details on hers and everything. he realizes to get her to trust him, he needs to trust her.
which gets us to the car scene.
i've talked about the car scene in my really long 'every single kat and vergil moment' list post. but i'm going to do that again here from a slightly different angle, that being the dante and kat relationship growth angle.
this scene is key because its where kat finally decides to trust dante.
she finally lets her walls down (kats theme playing, her hood coming down, all those fun little cues) and she tells him about her past, about vergils role in it, and about her goals. it's an interesting scene. i mean dante flat out tells her he trusts her and he wants her to trust him. he flat out tells her that he wants to know about her, and also vergil. he flat out tells her she can trust him to finish this with her. he's very upfront, he's very vulnerable, and he's very honest, something kat seems to resonate with.
i think up to this point we're seeing a slow progression of kat getting to know dante, getting to know how they're similar (in both conflicting and complimenting ways), and relating to the fact they had similarly traumatic experiences in their lives.
dante is not like vergil. he lacked the privilege's vergil clearly grew up in with his wealth, both adopted into and self made, and just the general stability of his up bringing. dante and kat have a lot in common in this way, it's a lot to relate to that vergil just...can't understand, not on that level. and like i said there's a lot of similarities with kat and dante, vergil flat out compares them in the aforementioned mission 2 scene ('he's raw. like you were when i first found you' or whatever the direct quote is).
so, this is where we are at with the bridge scene.
this is all that's happened.
from vergil's point of view he, notably, knows directly that kat does not trust or exactly like dante. he knows this has been hard for her. he knows that kat and dante are similar people. he knows that kat and dante just spent a lot of time together.
he knows there are just some things about both kat and dante that he is just never going to understand.
and then we get to the bridge. we get to the bridge and kat and dante are getting along swimmingly. dante is protecting her, saying she's done enough, that he doesn't need her to come with him. dante winks at her and kat doesn't do anything in response (unlike the last time dante did something like that). they're, fairly suddenly, fine. especially if we assume, as ninja theory implies, this is right after the drive and this is the first time vergil's talked to either of them since the phone call in the car.
for vergil, this is probably...very jarring, say the least. you go from kat having to calm herself down before she talks to you when dante tries to flirt with her, to her just being largely indifferent when he winks at her.
i've said before that, to me, vergil's downfall recontextualizes the entire kat/vergil relationship we see in game. because vergils downfall very loudly asserts that in some way he cared for her. he cared for her more then he cared about anyone else. we know this because when he's asked what he'd change, what would he do differently, the only thing vergil thinks of is his relationship with kat. that is it. that's the only thing that comes to his mind. we know this because the first third of vergil's downfall is him trying to save kat, again, with no hesitation. we know this because kat is the only figure in vergil's downfall he tries to explain himself to and she is the only person he has to turn into a monster before he can kill them. we know this because hollow vergil tells vergil that everyone he cared for, everyone he loves, hates him now and that includes kat.
it doesn't matter what way he cares about her, selfishly, platonically, romantically, whatever. he cared about her. in some way he loves her.
which brings me back to this moment were vergil stares at kat after dante leaves. this long hold of the camera while he does nothing but look at her, suspect.
and we get to my girlfriends theory that this is the moment where everything changed for vergil.
vergil's motives are...mysterious to us, say the least. we know he wants to save mankind, according to him. we know he makes some points that make sense (someone has to be in charge of the demons but who said it needed to be him). we know that, the biggest issue, is him lying to the others and his general regard of humans as weak despite everything kat does.
my girlfriend posits in this moment, vergil convinces himself that something is happening with kat and dante and he gets jealous. that he thinks he can't compete with his brother for kat (in whatever way, romantic or platonic) and that he no longer trusts either of them in the way he did before. he wants to, but he doesn't. this is the moment his focus shifts to the plan above all else, and this is the mentality we see him remain in for the rest of the game. and that it's here that he decides not to tell them about the ruling mankind plan (me and my girlfriend argue this plan develops during the game for him, but its fair to argue that he may have come up with it before the events of the game. it's also fair not to agree with me about any of this, it's a game from 2013 about killing demons like...it's fine)
we have evidence of this, also in downfall. it's the way hollow kat and hollow dante talk to him.
kat emphasizes that dante is a real man, and vergil is not. she emphasizes that she prefers dante, stoking fears vergil seems to have because its these escalating talking points about dante that lead to her turning into a demon. dante, similarly, stokes at vergil feeling inferior to him. he emphasizes vergil being the 'little' brother (if he means younger or if he means something else, up to you to decide). he points out how he'll always be the better one, the stronger one, the more powerful one. all culminating to him also being killed off.
i think the game is making a very clear point in this, all starting with that stare.
vergil wants to love his brother, he probably does, he's his brother after all. he even says in the game and hollow vergil's point still stands.
but he is also jealous of dante. there's a lot of jealousy about dante. and i think that jealousy fuels a lot of his actions and this moment, that stare on the bridge, is the moment that it really starts. when vergil sees dante as a threat to this relationship he has with kat and he just no longer trusts the two the same as he had before mission 7.
my girlfriend has always argued this and i think she's very right and very smart.
#i wrote this very fast on a whim so im going to post it very fast and on a whim#dmc reboot#devil may cry reboot#reboot vergil#dmc kat#reboot dante#dmc devil may cry#vergil/kat#kat/vergil#fab talks meta
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Birthday Cake(Multifandom headcanons)
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, squirting, cunnilingus/oral sex, slight dubcon, creampies, mentions of birthdays
word count: 2.4k
pairings: Rufus Shinra x Fem!Reader, Vegeta x Fem!Reader, Vergil x Fem!Reader, Sephiroth x Fem!Reader
a/n: Happy birthday @beneathstarryskies!!! Please note that I don't usually write for the Final Fantasy men, so if anything seems out of character, my apologies.
Rufus
Rufus spares no expenses when it comes to your birthday. He knows what you like, and he truly goes above and beyond most of the time. You can expect lots of little luxury gifts when you first wake up, and he brings out the best as the day rolls on.
You’ll probably spend the day at the spa and salon, getting pampered in the way you enjoy most. Rufus wants to make sure you feel and look your best on your birthday. It’s important that you’re feeling mellow.
Also expect a new outfit, some new shoes and a sexy little lingerie set for the day. You’ll be taken to dinner at the most luxurious and fanciest restaurant that Rufus can find. He’ll make sure that the waiters and cooks cater to your every need.
And when you get home from your amazing day, Rufus decides it’s time to show you how much he loves you. The best way to do that? With your ankles on his shoulders and him slamming himself into you until you’re fucked stupid.
He grunts as he feels your walls tighten again. It’s been the fifth time that you’ve cum, and he is desperate to hold on. Even if he cums, Rufus knows he’s going to keep going. He wants to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name. You let out such a pitiful moan, and it makes his cock throb. Rufus pushes through the sensations of wanting to cum and he continues to slam himself into you.
“Gorgeous baby,” he mutters against your neck. Your skin is covered in a layer of sweat, and he loves the way it’s so salty against his tongue. “So fucking gorgeous, just for me.”
You can barely respond at this point. Your thighs begin shaking as he angles his hips in the perfect way to hit your sweet spot dead on. You can’t even remember how many times you’ve cum, but you’re sure you’ll keep cumming until you’ve had enough. Even past that, Rufus might decide not to stop. He has a way of coaxing you to take more than you can usually handle.
His hands are bruising on your hips as he picks up his pace even more. Loud sounds of skin slapping together and animalistic groans are echoing off the walls of the room. And when he looks down at where you’re connected, it proves to be almost too much. He has to bite down on his bottom lip to try and conceal the strangled grunt that’s threatening to spill from him.
“Best fuckin’ pussy,” Rufus moans. “So close, baby. Just give me one more.”
His hands slips between the two of you, and his thumb settles on your swollen, aching clit. A few swipes and you’re a goner. You cry out his name for what feels like the umpteenth tonight. Rufus feels himself slipping as your walls pulse and clench around him, sending him over the edge along with you.
And as the two of you cling to one another, you realize just how much you love him. And you realize how lost you’d be without him. Another birthday come and gone, but you’ll always have Rufus
Vegeta
Vegeta is pisspoor at planning birthdays. He isn’t a sentimental man, but when it comes to you, he tries so hard. With his pride set aside, he goes to Bulma and asks for help. Luckily for you, Bulma is amazing at throwing parties. So he leaves that part up to her.
And yet, he panics when he realizes how he’ll need to get you a gift. He doesn’t want to get you just anything. Despite not being very sentimental, he knows this gift should come from the hard. He scours high and low, thinking of the right thing to give.
At your surprise party, he gives you lots of time to mingle. It’s really just for him to be able to stall. And then it hits him. You’re always complaining how you don’t spend nearly enough quality time together. He knows it might seem silly to some, but to you, it should mean the world.
He pulls you into the nearest private room and he has you pinned to the wall. Your mind is reeling as he kisses you over and over with such passion. Vegeta knows exactly what to do.
Your thighs shudder and your knees threaten to buckle once he’s kneeling in front of you and pressing kisses to your clothed clit. Vegeta has an insatiable appetite for eating pussy. You’ve been the lucky one to experience the pleasure that is Vegeta lapping at your slick. But never at a party like this. Usually he’s good to pull you away and to bring you home. Vegeta just couldn’t bring himself to do it now.
“Try to be quiet, woman. Kami knows how loud you can get,” the words may seem cold, but you can see the smirk on his face. He’s challenging you in a way.
A gasp is ripped from your throat as his fingers rip the small garment away from your body. Your slick is exposed to his salivating mouth, and he takes a greedy inhale of your scent. It sends shivers down his spine and turns him into a feral animal. Without another word, he pulls you close and licks you languidly. Every stroke of his tongue sends you reeling. You’re shuddering and shaking as his tongue touches every sensitive part of your body.
Greedy slurps and sucking sounds can be heard from him as he devours you. He’s always one to pull a few orgasms from you, but this almost feels different from the other times. It almost seems like he’s got a goal in mind. Suddenly, you feel yourself almost hovering over the ground. He grips onto you, holding you upright as he settles your legs on his shoulders. You know that Vegeta would never drop you. You trust him and you know his strength.
“That’s a good princess,” he moans as he goes right back to lapping at you. The taste of your cream is making his cock ache. But he’s not going to let up, oh no…not yet. He knows he can make you gush all over his face. Vegeta would proudly go back out to the party with your juices all over him. Despite his prudish ways, he can be quite the pervert sometimes. But when it comes to sexual conquest and showing that he is the best at pleasing his lover, Vegeta loves to show off.
You feel his tongue prodding at your hole, and his face is so pressed up against you. His nose is against your swollen clit, and Vegeta swears he could die happy by being suffocated by your thighs. It’s all too good for him. He needs to feel your juices all over him. And with one more swipe of his tongue from your hole to your clit, you can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.
“That’s it,” he coaxes between long swipes of his tongue. “Let go for your prince.”
Your vision cuts to static and you can’t hold your cries of love as your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has. Your juices are gushing out, spraying his face and his upper abdomen. The smell is arousing to him, and he would gladly have you doing this again and again. He even needs to hold you down to keep you from thrashing about too much.
“That’s my princess. Now, let’s see if I can make you do that again.”
Vergil
Vergil is clueless when it comes to things like birthdays. But he wants to put in a lot of effort. He knows they are special days and that he needs to find the perfect gift for you. As for the day’s festivities, they don’t need to be too fancy. He’ll take you to dinner and then a romantic walk.
Dante thinks his brother is being foolish and tells him he should be getting you something big and fancy. Lady tells Vergil to ignore Dante and to do something romantic. All of these conflicting ideas just confuse Vergil even more.
But you mention small things like the books you’ve been meaning to buy, and your favorite meal. Vergil has everything about you pretty much memorized. So he goes out and he plans to give you the books over dinner.
And when your romantic walk ends, you know you just want to jump into bed with the man. Despite his cold and stoic ways, he’s found the right way to warm your heart.
Your cheeks are flushed as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. Vergil has your legs wrap around him, desperate to be as close to you as he can. He clings to you like you’re about to disappear any moment now. You know with Vergil that he can be like this sometimes. You know he’s been through so much and it hurts you. You’d like to be the comforting warmth in his life, and you really have no idea how much you truly are already.
He grunts, “So good…”
Your walls have been sucking him in since the first moment he’s slipped into you tonight. You’re always so ready for him, despite the fact that he spends lots of time making sure you’re prepared for him. He’ll lay between your thighs, just happily lapping at your cunt. The sweetness of your arousal only adds to his own arousal. It makes him so feral to be able to fuck you, but when it comes down to it. Vergil is soft and sweet with you. Especially today.
“Vergil,” you whine as your nails begin digging into his back. “I’m so close.”
With that, he pushes your legs up to your chest and begins rocking his hips a little faster. The look on your face is worth every bit of suffering he has endured. Vergil swears you are his angel, ready to save him from the hell he’s been through. The way you cry out his name when you cum, it makes him realize he can have such softness and happiness in his life. It’s everything and more for him.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs as you come down from your high.
But he’s far from finished with you. Vergil will gladly make you come undone over and over. It’s one of his favorite gifts to give you. He may not always know what to say or what to do, but he knows he can please you physically in ways that no other man or woman could dream to do. His heritage proves worthy in terms of having such great stamina. And even if he were to cum earlier than planned, you know he just continues until you’ve both had your fill.
“Let me feel you cum again, angel.” He whispers against your lips. “Once more and then I’ll fill you with my seed.”
You cling to him, and he lets his lips attach to one of your nipples. You can see stars in your vision as his cock keeps hitting your sweet spot dead on. Without a doubt, Vergil is the best lover you could ever dream of.
Sephiroth
He tries his best to remember the things you’ve said you’d like to be gifted. Surely he can manage to round up a couple of gifts for you. But what he doesn’t know is that you’re wanting some time with him. Birthdays can be weird sometimes, and Sephiroth feels like he has a hard time remembering any of his.
Despite not having any pressure whatsoever, he finds himself panicking a little bit. He wonders if you’ll even like the things he’s managed to buy you. He knows he’ll still be in your favor if he’s made a mistake, but he wants it to be perfect.
And with the gifts also comes dinner. He feels a little odd about going out with someone, but for you, he’d do anything to make you smile. The waiters and the chefs at the restaurant make a special effort since Sephiroth demanded it.
What really shocks you is when Sephiroth presents you with a beautiful necklace. And with the words of love and loyalty pledged to you, you know that he’s going to be the most loyal man to you. Sephiroth pledges to never break your heart.
Your heart races as you feel his lips on your neck. His hands are busy undressing you. He’s feeling so desperate to see your naked body on display; just for him. It’s what he wants for himself, even if it means being selfish and greedy. Under the guise of wanting to pleasure you, Sephiroth can greedily drink up every part of your body. He can eye you for as long as he wants without you thinking badly of him.
Even though you wouldn’t think ill of him if he were to confess the reason behind admiring you. He finds you alluring like no other. Never has he had these feelings before, but you’ve awoken something so deep inside of him. A need and want for love and affection. And when he finally does get you naked, he needs a moment to sit on his knees and look at you.
“What?” You ask, your cheeks turning red. You begin to cover up your body, and Sephiroth only offers you a soft smile at first.
His lips are gentle against yours before he whispers sweet words. “I just want to admire the most beautiful person in the world.”
You want to believe he’s lying, but he would never lie to you. Slowly, you uncover yourself and you allow him to admire you. His eyes widen a little as he finally takes you all in. You’re so beautiful, someone could confuse you for a beautiful love goddess. And truth be told, Sephiroth isn’t actually sure you’re not that.
His lips tenderly press on delicate parts of your body, before he begins nipping and sucking reddening and purpling bruises. Suddenly, the urge to make you all his hits him all at once. And he spreads your thighs, slotting himself between them. You look up at him, your hands reaching out to push his hair out of his face.
“May I claim you for good?” His words almost sound so surreal, but you know it’s him.
You nod your head, and he presses his lips to yours frantically. Things feel so much more passionate and heated now. He smirks and asks the question once more.
“Yes, I’m all yours.”
With a few more kisses going down your body, Sephiroth finally settles right between your thighs. He gives a soft kiss to your mound, then your clit. The way you shudder to his touches and his affections, he knows you’re not lying to him.
“Good, because I intend to keep you forever.”
#bacon.writes#rufus shinra smut#rufus shinra x female reader#vegeta x fem!reader#vegeta x y/n#vegeta x reader#vergil x fem!reader#vergil x y/n#vergil x reader#sephiroth x reader#sephiroth x y/n#dragon ball z#ff7 x reader#ff7#dmc smut#devil may cry
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RWBY Villains
Me: Hello RWBY villains how are you today?
HAWC: Hey.
Me: Great now let’s get down to business. Um, how did all of you fumble the bag so badly?
HAWC: Whoa!!!
Me: Like ya’ll weren’t even Anime or video game villains. Ya’ll were Disney-level villains.
Adam: Disney? Oh no, I should at least be on Vergil's level.
Me: Oh no. Sh-shut your ass up. You were one of my favorite characters. Like you were awesome at the beginning but you were completely terrible.
Adam: Hey my death wasn’t that bad.
Me: You served as a bridge to Bumblebee. Bro you barely had a role in volume six. You were barely a character.
Adam: Fine. I’ll bite. What was wrong with me?
Me: In volume three, you swore to Blake that you would take everything she ever loved. In volume five, you sent minions to take care of Blake's family.
Adam: Okay but I was at Mistral helping Cinder.
Me: Which is fine. Until Blake showed up and one-shot you. And you were willing to kill yourself along with your troops.
Adam: Oh.
Me: Then on the train, volume six, you had team JNPR, one of Blake’s friends and you didn’t try to off any of them.
Adam: I was on a train.
Me: Full of human civilians. One seemingly trained huntsman. And three rookies. Are you serious?
Adam: Um.
Me: Next, and this has been on my mind for the longest. How, on earth, did you manage to find Blake?
Adam: Uh.
Me: Like were you camping at some random station hoping Blake will see you? Did you somehow know where they were going? If so that means Oscar’s to blame because that must be how he broke back into Saph’s house.
Adam: Mm.
Me: Are you telling me that Blake’s ass cheeks are so big that you were able to track her down with just your ears? Seriously cause that’s impossible cause Harriet got better cheeks than her.
Adam: Aw man.
Watts: It ‘s okay young lad. You were just not as smart as I was.
Me: Brother your plan only worked because everyone was stupid.
Watts: What?
Me: Man a drunk housewife proved you were alive and helped Weiss’s father win.
Watts: Minor.
Me: You had Tyrian kill a bunch of people. Only to frame Penny but guess what she had a whole recording of the events. Literally, your plan wouldn’t have worked if any of the characters have asked, “Why is Tyrian here?”
Watts: Well I hacked into Penny so that way she could self-destruct if she opens the vault.
Me:
Me: Really? Oh, that’s great. Let’s give him a hand everybody He did hack into Penny. *stops clapping*.Too bad he fumbled on that too.
Watts: What? Impossible.
Me: Oh, so instead of you reprogramming her to simply kill herself when she opens the vault. You could have reprogrammed her to follow your every command or better yet Salem’s making her a soulless killing machine. Not only would you’ve had a powerful android but another maiden, who will actually follow your orders. Basically making Cinder useless.
Watts: Oh my god.
Me: And you died along with Ironwood. Cinder didn’t even bother to remember you. Hell, she may have planned that shit. In fact, she took credit for all of your hard work. You died like an idiot!
Watts: No. NOOOOOO! I wasted my life.
Me: *sigh* Now for you.
Hazel: Wait a minute. I am supposed to be a redeemed man.
Me: Hazel, you killed people. You served Salem after figuring out she’s immortal. In fact, you had Ironwood scared of you. You had Oscar and Ozpin right in front of you.
Hazel: Your point..
Me: Hazel, I’m not going to lie. I would’ve straight up committed.
Hazel: What? No.
Me: Okay fine, but why did take Oscar, who has no idea how you feel at all because he hasn’t lost a damn thing, to change your mind?
Hazel: He told me the truth.
Me: You mean the same truth you tortured him for.
Hazel: Um.
Me: Then when he told you that you snapped at him afterward for it.
Hazel: Oh.
Me: Then you had to release him because you didn’t believe him. When you could’ve just called Jinn’s name and seen if she appears before you then made a decision.
Hazel: Oh. But I did exactly like my sister would have done. I fought the good fight.
Me: Hazel she wasn’t even a huntress she was still a student. Matter of fact why should I care about what your sister would’ve done if I had never seen her?
Hazel: Um.
Me: *sigh* (This is why I think Jaune should’ve fought Hazel.)
Roman: Okay so what about us?
Me: Roman you good. You had three good volumes. You were decent.
Roman: Alright.
Ironwood: And-
Me: Ironwood you’re not a villain, you’re a broken man. In fact, you were following your heart but not your mind.
Ironwood. O. Thank you.
Cat: Well certainly I don’t need to be lectured then. I’ve have great.
Me: oh hell no. You, dirty, down-bad feline pedophile.
Cat: Hey.
Me: Dude. What the hell were you thinking? Were high on cat nip or something?
Cat: What was wrong with me trying to get to Remnant?
Me: Okay let start with the fact that you tried to posses Ruby first. Then fully tooken control of Neo. Yet Jaune who was in Ever After for years, and was already going through a mental breakdown. Which you called out by the way. Never crossed your mind.
Cat: uh.
Me: Cat think about it. Neo is their enemy. Jaune is their friend. Not only that, unlike Neo, Jaune, after many years still wanted to go home. You couldn't have used that against him or used his friends against him to weaken him. So you can take his body and leave.
Cat: Oh.
Me: Bro, you were going up against team RWBY, the story's main characters. They weren't even holding back and you were still giving them work. But if you had Jaune’s body wouldn't they have held back just a little bit to give you an edge?
Cat: Oh my god.
Me: Plus Jaune’s semblance amplifies the user's abilities.
Cat: I may would’ve been able to kill them.
Me: So you just proved Jaune is stronger than Ruby. Both physically and mentally. Good job. But you want to know what made all that so pointless. What made you the worst villain of all time than Salem? Bro, you could have actually achieved your goal.
Cat: Yes If it wasn't for Alyx.
Me: No you mother pussy fucker. You could've just gone back with Lewis.
Cat: *shocked after a realization*
Me: Bro, Lewis was already planning to leave Ever After. You couldn't take the time to ask, "Hey Lewis. Since your sister is staying in Ever After, forever possibly, can I go with you to Remnant instead?" Alyx would have basically kept her promise to you. But no you wanted Alyx to leave. And when she refused you killed her. Great job, you have proven to be a pedophile psychopath.
Cat:
Me: Okay so hope all of you realize how much of a disappointment you all have been. And how replaceable you are. Especially you two. Watts and Hazel.
Watts: Who can possibly replace me?
Me: Pietro for starters. He made Penny. And after getting screwed over by the heroes. I’ll say he’ll want some payback. But if I were to go with someone better than I say… Dr. Merlot.
Watts:....
Me: He had his own island. His own company. He seems to be more interested in the Grimm than human beings. And Salem controls the Grimm. So imagine, him teaming up with Salem to revolutionize the Grimm research and make the Grimm into a more deadly and effective. I mean he’s done it before.
Watts: Fair point.
Hazel: And me?
Me: Hazel, Junior can make a better villain than you. Anyone can be better than you. But I might as well say Miss Malachite needs to make a return. Junior really just needs better help and him and Malachite combine their efforts they can almost run a business and a city. Not only that they have spies everywhere so information ain’t so hard to find.
Hazel: Dang.
#rwby#ruby rose#jaune arc#rwby curious cat#hazel rainart#arthur watts#rwby watts#adam taurus#rwby junior#miss malachite#Oscar Pine#roman torchwick#james ironwood
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I am soo sorry for the late reply. I've been going through some things, and I went back into my shell . Your message has been on my mind and literally been my own motivation to reply.
Also I re-read what I sent and I apologize for any mistakes. My mind will delete words while I'm reading. I'm sorry..again. 😞
~~~~ back to leooon ~~~
Games like that show that they believe their audience have cognitive thought and... fucking thank you 🥺. I wanna come back to a game or spend more time playing it because I can't get over whatever vague/mysterious element. You need a game to come back to, and if i found out about everything, I'm not coming back. Let me stop before I go on a rant about the lack of critical thinking nowadays.
Lol it's almost like Leon's bad lines are a virus too😏😌 aahh I just read your message of calling it a disease so I'm not erasing my previous statement. Great minds think alike.
One of the PRETTIEST BOOOYSSS!!! Plus the depression and a bored expression are what keep me coming back to that buffet of a man. Hooo-Weee! 👅 Keep em coming! Speaking of list...who's your top 6?
Ofc! You know he'll have a shit eating smirk when he says the line too. Oop- cuz he never gets taken by surprise? Hmm. How do you think Leon would react to his s.o trying to sneak up on him?
🥺🥺🥺 he really does need a hug (😙 maybe a kees)!! AND A DAMN DAY OFF!! Yoo Leon is not a fool! He will not turn into a top heavy bitch. Like you said you KNOW he doesn't skip leg day. 😈 honestly if I could get a lil gross, his arms and thighs!! Nah I'm dying because I was drooling over them and not paying attention.
Long time no see my friend, Its great to hear from you again and I hope that you’re alright during theses times and know you’ve got someone to talk to if needs be. ❤️🦦
My top 6 pretty boys? Ur asking the real brain ticklers but I shall give it a try. Though keep in mind this list is subject to change.
1. Leon S. Kennedy
2. Chishiya Shuntaro from AIB
3. Jamie Reyes from blue beetle
4. Jason Todd aka Red Hood
5. Sam Alexander aka nova from The Ultimate Spider-Man animated show
6. Vergil/Dante/Nero from dmc (yes all three of them)
(Bonus: Loki, Link, Dick Grayson)
How would lean take his s.o trying to take him by surprise?
He’d probably heard their breathing or footsteps or something but plays pretend because he loves how happy they get when they achieved in ‘taking him by surprise.’
Or he’d be a little shit and ruin their little plan by taking them off guard first. He’s a smug prick afterwards bc it proves that his training had paid off whilst holding his s.I in his arms as they pout, do they care? No they’re in Leon’s arms and staring at his veins.
Petition to kiss and cuddle Leon whilst giving him words of comfort but also listening to him when he talks about his terrors and traumas.
Leon’s thighs are firm as fuck, so I bet sitting on them would be like sitting on a plush armchair or swim thing along those lines. His arms aren’t anything to scoff at either bc we’ve seen those sexy things! I just wanna trace those veins whilst also caressing the moles he has there.
Be as filthy/gross as you want, there ain’t no judgment here!
(I remember making a fic about tracing the moles on his necks and now wanna do one for his arms cuz I might be asexual but god those arms are making me think things.)
#re4 remake#re4 x reader#re4 leon#re4#Leon imagines#Leon kennedy imagines#leon kennedy imagine#resident evil 4 remake#resident evil imagines#resident evil fluff#resident evil imagine#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy fanfiction#resident evil x you
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Petrichor Chapter 69: Unpunctual
Chapter 69: Unpunctual
Note: A shorter one this week, but I still hope you enjoy!
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The rain had forced their hand, causing them to remain at the station for about an hour before it had finally let up.
Pouring in an angry, writhing torrent, the maelstrom had battered the train station for what seemed like ages before it had paused, at least initially. People had rushed from the station, attempting to reach waiting vehicles or to make mad dashes to their hotel rooms and homes only to be tangled in the second wave of the storm that arrived not ten minutes later. A sight that the twins found humorous, even if a person or two did slip on the way to their destination. But a bit of freezing rain had never hurt anyone. Right?
Making their way down the street through the puddles and past the racing waters that coursed the storm drains at the curbside, the two of them initially walked along in silence with only the sound of dripping water and boots making contact with the pavement between them. Dante didn’t need to ask if Vergil’s thoughts were preoccupied. He wasn’t stupid. Well, he knew some people who might argue otherwise, but still. He wasn’t oblivious to his older brother’s silent reflection on the situation and the underlying sense of anxiety that radiated off of him even if he didn’t visually give it away in almost any way. It was subtle just as it had been before, but its intensity hadn’t died down at all, either. The devil hunter in the red coat wondered if Vergil would even be able to speak if they finally located her.
No, not if. When. They had to find her. They would find her.
“So what will you say to her when you see her again?” Dante opted to break the silence. It was probably a good idea to distract Vergil from the task at hand, even if only for a moment. Letting him dwell on the past was rarely ever a very good idea.
Vergil didn’t initially respond, lingering on the question in silence as they continued forward. That was a hard question to answer. They both knew that. In fact, that had been the reason that Dante had asked in the first place. It would force Vergil to think about something else for the time being because the younger of the two knew that he hadn’t come up with a script or a stilted response of any sort. That just wasn’t how he worked. As a general rule, he didn’t say things that he didn’t mean. And Dante was willing to bet that that aspect of his personality certainly applied in this case. He wasn’t going to half-ass a response to the woman whom he’d shared such an important part of his life with. He’d decided to have a child with her, for crying out loud. She was important to him. Or at least she had been at one time.
Dante looked over at him as they continued to walk. No. She was still important to him. He couldn’t hide that even if he tried. That hadn’t changed in all these years. Perhaps some of the struggle born of this situation was having to face the reality that she might not feel that way about him anymore. It was a realistic expectation. There was no reality where she had forgotten about him, but she most certainly hadn’t sat around all these years and pined wistfully over him like a lovestruck child. At least he hoped.
Maybe Vergil was just afraid that the love she’d once had for him had turned to hate, something that Dante knew his older twin felt he deserved for his actions, intended or not. And facing that was going to be difficult. Exceedingly so.
“I’ve been asking myself that since we left the office.” Vergil finally said, breaking the lingering silence. He didn’t elaborate any further, proving that Dante’s assumption was correct. Vergil was just going to go in and tell her the truth. He wasn’t working off of a plan of any sort here.
Opting to probe just a little harder at the risk of sparking ire between the two of them under such circumstances, Dante continued, working under the assumption that Vergil was more or less beyond the stage in their relationship where he would attempt to murder him on the spot for digging at a sore spot. Vergil had claimed to be trying a new approach, after all. “And did that get you anywhere or are you still…?”
Looking at him in an almost curious maner, Vergil shook his head before turning his attention forward again. From what he could tell, they were almost at the desired location. “Hmmm. It would appear it did not.”
“Yeah, I figured that,” Dante said with a slight huff. This was going to be one awkward conversation; perhaps the most awkward he’d ever seen. The idea of seeing Vergil attempt to walk to a woman he liked this much would be entertaining if not slightly cringeworthy under any other circumstances, but this? No, this was going to be rough, to say the least. I think I get it, though. In theory, anyway.”
Vergil gave him a skeptical look, silently indicating that he was in the right jurisdiction but perhaps not the right precinct in regards to being 100% sure what his younger twin meant by that. Vergil could make some guesses, though. Or at least he normally could. He was preoccupied. And Dante noticed this, opting not to let him wonder and to elaborate instead.
“You probably won’t admit it, but you care what she thinks about you. And you don’t want to know how much her opinion has changed since you’ve been gone.” Dante made the executive decision to not dance around the topic any longer and to just dive head-first into it instead. Maybe it was better to just rip the bandaid off now and get it over with. “That’s what I’m thinking, anyway.”
“Since I vanished into thin air and seemingly abandoned her when she needed me most, you mean,” Vergil said, his tone noticeably more morose than it had been a moment ago. He wasn’t going to say yes, but he wasn’t going to disagree, either. Both of them knew that was essentially the same as direct confirmation as far as their personal standards were concerned, anyway.
“Yeah. Something like that.” Dante almost wanted to laugh at how bad that sounded, but he didn’t want to seem like he wasn’t taking his brother seriously. He absolutely was. This entire situation sucked and they both knew it. But there was no running from it. That wasn’t what they did. And it never had been unless there was literally no other choice. And even then sometimes they stood their ground like the fools that they were, refusing to back down and retreat. Surrender just didn’t run in their blood. “I think this is it. Pretty sure this is the right street.”
“Mhmm.” Vergil nodded a single time in agreement as they stepped around the corner onto a quiet street. His brow furrowed slightly as they scanned the addresses, taking in the block in front of them. It was a street shaded by old, established trees. It was tidy, shady, and peaceful with rows of duplexes lining either side of the street and parking spaces on either side of each unit with small fences dividing the individual properties. Shaded porches and landscaped yards were a staple of the area. All in all, an unassuming, quiet little neighborhood.
But as they searched for the address, the two of them noticed something that neither of them had expected to find. A moving van. And it was at the address that they’d been looking for.
“Well… That’s not good.” Dante said, somewhat stating the obvious but not really thinking about it at the time. Vergil heard him but didn’t acknowledge him, instead heading over towards his previous destination just that little bit quicker. Dante followed closely behind, unsure as to what his older twin was about to do, but certain that he didn’t want to lag behind. Oh no. This wasn’t good…
… This was a problem. Had they just caught her in the process of moving out, or were these new people moving in?
Were they too late?
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Ah yes, this cliffhanger is pure evil. I apologize. But you will find out soon enough! I’ll see you in the comment section and next Friday on 4/12/2024! Take care and I’ll see you all soon! Bye bye!
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Winter Whumperland #6
Devil May Cry - #6 - Too Late
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Nero had been out hunting when the call came in, so Kyrie took it. As soon as he got back, she gave him the news, a massive smile on her face.
Dante had called. They’d made it back, just a few months after leaving Nero to take care of things in the human world.
His heart full, Nero had jumped back into the van with Nico and directed her where Dante told Kyrie he’d be waiting. He was trying to hide his excitement and relief, but obviously failing at it.
“You’re like a puppy,” Nico said.
“Ah, shut up,” Nero said, but he was grinning a little. “I thought for sure those assholes would die down there. Now Vergil has to deal with me knowing I beat him. No running away this time.”
Nico rolled her eyes. “Yea, ‘cept now you’ll have a dad around to tell you what to do. Had one once, don’t recommend it.”
“Uh, did you forget the part where I beat him? He can’t tell me what to do. I can kick that old man’s ass,” Nero said.
Still, he couldn’t deny he was glad Vergil was finally back. It had been such a whirlwind back then that it had taken the months away from the twins to process the truth of his father and come to terms with his father’s bloody history.
He wanted to give Vergil a chance. His humanity, weak as it had been, had been a friend to Nero. V still existed inside Vergil. Nero only hoped that part of Vergil had grown stronger.
He would actually have a family again. A father and an uncle. Kyrie was already planning a welcome home dinner for them, eager to meet Vergil and let Vergil meet the children they cared for. She wanted him to be a part of Nero’s life just as much as Nero hoped he would be.
Nico pulled over next to the bar Dante had given the address to. It was quiet at this time of day, though Nero wasn’t surprised. Vergil didn’t seem the type to enjoy crowded places.
Not that Nero knew much about Vergil. But he would. He was determined to. He would not let his father push him away now.
Nico punched his shoulder. “Good luck in there. Lemme know if I need to come shoot that power-hungry bastard for ya.”
Nero sighed. “Yea, yea, I can handle myself. I’ll get you a drink.”
She brightened. “Better.”
He got out of the van and took a deep breath before heading into the bar. Sure enough, there was hardly anyone in it.
But he spotted Dante’s red coat in the corner. His uncle was nursing a drink, staring blankly up at a muted TV playing over the bar. He looked exhausted, but that was to be expected with everything he’d been through the past few months.
Nero went over to the table and dropped down across from him. He couldn’t help but grin, because as tired as Dante looked, at least he was back and alive.
“So, where’s Vergil? In the bathroom, practicing how to look me in the eyes after I beat his ass?” Nero said.
Dante met his eyes. The grin dropped right off Nero’s face, his stomach plummeting along with it.
“I’m sorry, Nero,” Dante said quietly.
“I- what?” Nero said numbly. “Dante, where’s Vergil?”
Dante took a generous swig of his drink and looked down into the nearly-empty glass. “We saw a chance to escape, but there were so many demons blocking the way. The plan was for him to cause a distraction while I carved us a path to the exit before it closed. When I got there, I realized how overwhelmed he was.”
“Then…then he just didn’t make it out. We can still find a way to save him. I’ve been researching, trying to find a way to open a portal between the worlds,” Nero said. “We can-”
Dante held up his hand to stop Nero. Then he rested it over his chest.
“I was waiting in front of the exit. I was going to ditch it to go back for him. He knew that,” Dante said. “So the bastard…” He gave a hollow smile. “Flung the Yamato at me. It knocked me through the portal. His last words before it closed were ‘Give it to my son’.”
Nero reached across. Dante let him take the drink and finish it.
“They fell on him just as the portal closed.” Dante closed his eyes. “I was too late. Again.”
“He could be alive,” Nero said, aware he sounded desperate.
Dante shrugged, his exhaustion growing. “He could be. But we’d been fighting for months. We were worn out. He was without a weapon when they swarmed him. It won’t be the first time I’ve mourned him, but…shit, Nero, it’ll be the hardest.”
No. No, Nero had just gotten his family back. How could half of it be gone already?
Dante clapped a hand to his shoulder and gave an empty smile. “Just us now, kid. Just like before.”
Dante had lost his brother so many times. He was so used to being a prisoner to this kind of agony. He hated that Nero had been thrown in the cell with him this time.
Dante motioned for two drinks. The bartender brought them over and Dante pushed one into Nero’s hands.
They looked at each other in silence, the truth of it slowly sinking in. Vergil could be alive. But more likely than not, he’d died alone down there, a victim to his own mistakes once more.
Dante and Nero drank like they’d find Vergil at the bottom of their glasses, letting the liquor drown their swelling sorrow.
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The Wish [9]
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Eva, Sparda, OC
Rating: General
Tags: Family, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Typical demon hunting violence
Summary: A demon gives Dante the chance to have his greatest desires made real. When he finds himself in a seemingly idyllic life, all seems well until it starts to unravel. Will he sacrifice himself to save the family he lost, or will he choose to give them up for the truth?
Now Posted: The final chapter, now completed after a three-year hiatus.
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Chapter 9: The Past Returns, Again
Dante is shaken awake, jolting out of a deep sleep. “Huh?” he grunts as his eyes blink open, rolling to find Lir gripping his arm.
“Dante,” she says worriedly. “You need to see this.”
He sits up as she grabs the remote control, turning up the volume on the small television in their motel room. The news is on—breaking news, as evidenced by the large red letters that splash across the chyron.
He slides to the end of the bed where Lir sits, and the two are silent as they watch the report next to one another. “—National Guard, although there is still no indication if this is a domestic or foreign terrorist. Evacuations continue for the uptown area, and all citizens are urged to take shelter. Mayor Morrison has asked everyone to avoid the roads so that emergency services—”
“What's going on?” Dante finally asks.
Lir changes the channel to another newscast. This one has footage from a helicopter, and his eyes go wide as he recognizes the huge tower now standing in the center of several city blocks, reaching two or even three hundred stories tall. “Temen-ni-gru?��� he groans to himself.
”So it is connected. Is it your father?“ Lir turns to him worriedly. ”The reports are saying...“
Her voice fades and he swallows uneasily. ”I need to call Vergil.“
His brother picks up on the first ring. ”What the hell?“ he shouts. ”What the hell did you do?“
”It's the old man,“ Dante growls. ”You think I'd do this shit? He's raised the damn portal, just like you tried to do.“
Vergil goes quiet for a moment before asking, ”I did? Why?“
”For some bullshit power. But I don't think that's his plan.“ Dante sighs as he glances back at the television. ”Can you meet me there?“
Lir insists on going too, even though he tries to put his foot down. But she won't be left behind, so they climb into the car together before Dante begins to maneuver through the busy streets. Luckily most people are trying to get away from the tower, not go towards it like him, and it takes just a short drive to get as far as they can before hitting a roadblock.
Dante throws the car into park and gets out, remembering to bring Rebellion this time. ”Stay here,“ he orders.
”And get eaten by some demon? No way.“ Lir quickly scurries out behind him, picking up a piece of broken rock on the ground to hold as a weapon. It would make him laugh if it wasn't so ridiculous.
Honestly she's probably just as much in danger here than with him, so Dante just grumbles as she follows. The ground is broken beneath their feet, the force of the tower ahead having broken the concrete as it rose. Buildings on either side are in various states of brokenness, giving the place the look of some dystopian nightmare. Abandoned cars lay along the sides of the road, and Dante is grateful that there aren't any corpses on the ground.
His pocket buzzes and they stop as he fishes out his phone. ”Vergil?“
”Where are you?“
Dante looks around. ”Uh, looks like what used to be 30th Street?“
Vergil sighs. ”We're on the other side. I'll meet you inside the tower.“
”Okay, but Verge—“
The call ends before he can finish, and Dante curses as he stuffs the phone back in his pocket. ”You still good?“ he asks Lir as they start off again.
”Yeah,“ she replies, her voice shaking with nerves.
It's not until they are nearly at the entrance that they begin to encounter the first demons. Dante dispatches them easily, his muscles slightly sore from the fights the night before but thankfully remembering his maneuvers easily. It's much quicker to kill the demons with Rebellion, and he can't help but smile to himself when he catches Lir watching with awe.
Once the place is cleared of the demons he gives her a wink. ”Easy as pie,“ he says.
Lir laughs, making his skin heat, and together they head inside. The memory of the tower comes flooding back, and he looks over his shoulder, half expecting Lady to come busting through on a motorcycle. Instead, they enter the main hall and hear two voices arguing.
Vergil and Mary are there, along with the boys. ”You're not going anywhere!“ Mary is shouting.
”I have to!“ Vergil insists. ”You have no idea what you're talking about.“
”Hey, hey,“ Dante says, quickly hurrying over to the bickering couple. ”Let's all calm down.“
”You.“ Mary pokes him in the chest hard, and Dante stumbles back a few steps. ”What the hell is wrong with you? What did you do to Vergil, and what the hell is all this, and why—“
Dante holds up his hands. “Look, I'd love to fill you in, but in a few minutes this place is going to be swarming with bad guys. So why don't you all go back to the car and wait, okay? I'll make sure nothing happens to Vergil.”
Vergil seems to scoff at this and Dante braces himself for an argument; at the same time, Mary opens her mouth to yell more, but is interrupted when Vitale says, “What is that thing?”
The group turns to see a huge, three-headed dog step through the entryway. “Get back!” Dante yells, throwing out one arm.
”Dante!“
He ignores Lir's startled cry as he steps forward. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Vergil matching pace with him, drawing Yamato out of its sheath. ”You sure about this?“ Dante asks. ”I've kicked its ass before. I can do it again.”
“I'm sure,” Vergil replies.
Dante takes a glance over his shoulder to see the others heading for cover behind a pillar. Relieved they are somewhat safe, he darts ahead, moving in an arc parallel to Vergil. Together they reach the Cerberus at the same time, and with an angry cry Vergil jumps as Dante goes low, both slashing at the monster.
They work together with amazing speed, and Dante even finds himself laughing as Vergil takes off one of the heads, his own Rebellion plunging through its heart underneath. The spray of blood is warm and familiar, and Dante wonders if it would have been like this, had he and Vergil been able to stick together back in his world. They really do make a great team, killing the Cerberus almost as quickly as it arrived, and when the beast finally falls to the ground in a heap they skid to a stop next to each other, both grinning wildly as they catch their breath.
“Jackpot!” Dante shouts, pumping his fist in the air.
He offers his fist to Vergil, who bumps it with his own after a moment's hesitation. “I forgot you used to say that,” he huffs.
Dante grins. ”Can't catch your breath, old man?“
”You wish.“
He hears his name and turns, and a moment later Lir is in his arms, pulling him into a kiss. Her lips linger on his for a long moment, making Dante feel like this is all worth it after all. When she finally pulls back, Lir is grinning, and he thinks he’s never seen anything so beautiful. ”That was incredible!“ she exclaims, her eyes bright as she looks him over. ”You're not hurt, are you?“
”Me? Nah.“ Dante grins as he slings an arm around her. Usually when he fights demons he's lucky if he gets a thank you; typically it's a bill for destroyed property and a few choice words from the client. But he feels a real sense of accomplishment as Lir presses against him, watching as Mary fusses over Vergil and the boys chat excitedly.
”That was so cool!“
”Did you see all the blood?“
”Dad, you took its head right off! How did you do that?“
Vergil looks confused, shaking his head as Mary presses her hands to his face. ”I...“ He scratches his head. ”I don't know.“
”Uncle Dante, that was amazing,“ Nero gushes. ”Can I try it next?“
”No,“ Mary and Vergil answer together.
The tower suddenly shakes, and they look up as dust falls from the ceiling. ”We need to get going,“ Dante says as Vergil nods. He pulls Lir away and presses a kiss to her forehead. ”Just stay with the others, please? We need to get the old man back.“
”Dante...“
She definitely wants to protest, but Mary takes her arm. ”Let's leave it to them,“ she says. ”I think I've had enough demon hunting for one lifetime.“
Dante snorts, and with the boys protesting that they want to go too, the twins head to the staircase that leads to the upper floors. It has been years since he navigated the tower, and his memory fails once or twice as they take a wrong turn. But it mostly comes back as he reaches familiar areas, and he and Vergil easily take care of the demons that pop up in the hallways as they head towards the top of the tower.
When they reach the library, Dante feels a bout of trepidation, remembering when he left Lady there to confront Vergil. But this time it's different; his brother is beside him, not ahead, and his nerves strangely settle as they step out onto the platform on the highest level of the tower.
Sparda is there, as expected. He watches a spell that swarms in the air ahead, strange writing and patterns swirling in a glowing green. ”Yo, pop!“ Dante shouts, and Sparda jumps. ”What the fuck, man?“
He turns with a furious look on his face. ”What are you doing here? Go home!“
”You destroyed the city!“ Vergil fumes, stalking ahead until he can grab the front of their father's shirt. ”What is this? You raised a demon tower? What is wrong with you?“
”I did it for you boys,“ Sparda argues, shrugging out of Vergil's grip. ”Dante is right. It's too dangerous to let these portals exist. Mundus can break through at any time.“
”So what's the plan?“ Dante sighs, slinging Rebellion over his shoulder. ”Gonna draw him out and fight him?“
”No,“ Sparda replies. He swallows thickly as he presses his lips together tightly before responding, ”I'm going to go and defeat him.“
”You're what?“
”I'm going back to Hell,“ Sparda repeats. ”I need to finish what I should have done years ago.“
Vergil frowns but Dante laughs. ”Yeah, you're not doing shit.“
”Dante—“
”I don't need to tell you what a huge mistake that plan is, right?“ Dante asks. ”Because of all the ideas that the Spardas ever had, this is probably the dumbest.“
Sparda bristles a bit but Vergil shakes his head. ”Dad. You can't... What about mom?“
Their father shifts uncomfortably. ”She'll have you boys, and—“
”Are you crazy?“ Dante's voice shakes with anger, his temper flaring as he continues, ”You know what happened last time you took off? Mom died. Demons showed up at our house and burned it to the ground. Vergil and I were nearly killed. And not just us, Dad.
“You know how many families lose people with the demons running around? What it does to this city? Fuck, there's a goddamn cult that starts up and tries to breed it's own damn demons, because you left! You can't keep doing this. You can't keep...”
Sparda's expression is pure shock, and Dante grits his teeth, trying to get a hold of his emotions. “This isn't going to end the way you want it to,” he finally finishes.
His father looks at him sadly. “Dante...” Sparda winces and looks between the two brothers. “Vergil. I never wanted this curse to land on your shoulders.”
“Then don't leave,” Dante says. “Your leaving is what starts everything.”
Sparda nods before turning back to the spell. He lifts an arm and begins to chant, but before he can contain the magic a demonic voice sounds through the tower, making even the walls shake.
“Sparda. Finally.”
“What is that?” Vergil asks wildly.
But Dante and Sparda exchange a glance as a burst of power comes from below. They back up as the runes grow bright, then blood red, before exploding in a shower of stars. Dante holds up his arm to shield his eyes, Vergil doing the same. But Sparda stands unmoving as a huge, winged figure is revealed in the wake of the broken spell.
It stands at least twenty feet tall, its wings opening to nearly the width of the tower. “Mundus,” Sparda says with disgust. “So you've broken my seal.”
Mundus laughs, the noise like a growl. “It may have taken me three thousand years, but you could not escape me forever. Once you began your spell, I was ready with my own.”
“Shit, what do we do?” Vergil hisses.
Dante shakes his head but Sparda glances back at them over his shoulder. “Stay here,” he says. “This is my fight.”
“Like hell it is,” Dante argues. “We can help.”
But Sparda ignores them as he steps forward. His hair blows wildly behind him, his shirt flapping as magic swells around them. His palms glow as the power is rapidly drawn forth, and Vergil grips Dante's arm, both in question and in alarm.
The fight between the two demons is brutal. Magic sails between them in an elaborate dance that shakes the Temen-ni-gru and fills the air with electricity. The sons of Sparda can only watch as their father faces the King of Hell, holding onto each other to keep steady as the ground beneath them rocks with each attack.
It could have been ten minutes or ten hours, Dante could never tell. Never had he imagined such a display, even when he faced Mundus himself, even watching Nero take on the Savior, even when he and Vergil had their final, fateful fight. This is truly a fight between gods, and Dante can't help but feel a deep pride in his father's power, but also a deep sadness. He has the capability of saving the world, but only at the expense of his own family. How is any of this fair, to anyone?
The fight is nearly won, and Sparda opens the portal to Hell as Mundus staggers. Dante and Vergil brace themselves against the incredible winds that now swirl around the tower, watching in amazement as Sparda methodically takes down Mundus bit by bit.
So focused on defeating him, Sparda does not see the spear that appears just outside of the portal. Mundus is forced back, and as he steps into the portal his hand darts out to take hold of the demon weapon. Dante can see it clearly in his mind's eye: Mundus is defeated, being sent back to the demon world, but the spear will run Sparda through. But unlike when Dante did the same with Rebellion, this one will kill him.
With a cry he jumps forward, ignoring Vergil's shout as he steps into the fray. Sparda does not see him until the last second, no time to even say his name before Dante pushes him out of the way. The spear goes through his chest, making him stagger to the side, and the searing pain of the demon spear sparks a pain that he has never, ever experienced before.
Mundus is already disappearing as Dante falls to one knee. “Dante!” Sparda cries, grabbing his arm as Vergil hurries over to take the other. Dante leans forward, spitting out blood as he tries to take a breath, his lungs seared and bleeding, making it impossible. He falls backwards, the world slowing as the faces of his father and brother swirl overhead. At least they will be safe, he thinks, and then he remembers to wince as his head cracks on the ground.
“Dante? Dante!”
Someone is shaking him, and a bang brings him back to the present. Was that a dream? Is Lir shaking him awake in the motel room again? ”What?“ he rasps.
”Jesus Christ I thought you were dead. Fuck, get up.“
Nero's voice makes his eyes pop open. Slowly Dante sits up, his lungs tight as he presses a hand to his chest. There's no spear or hole, just his torn t-shirt and about a liter of blood all over him. He blinks the stars out of his vision and looks over at Nero, who is kneeling next to him. ”Must have really hit hard,“ Nero says. ”Damn, I've never seen you actually black out.“
”I what?“ Dante looks up, his vision swimming. ”Where's the queen?“
”Dead.“ Nero gives him a wink as he spins Blue Rose on his finger. ”Two bullets right between the eyes did the trick.“
”Did it...“ The dream is fading, just out of grasp, and Dante frowns. ”What the fuck happened to me?“
”Hell if I know. Come on, we should go.“
Nero hauls him to his feet and Dante stands awkwardly, trying to remember. ”Did... where's Mundus?“ he asks.
”Mundus?“ Nero makes a face. ”What made you think of that fucker? It was just a swarm. You sure you're okay?“
”Yeah, yeah...“ Bits and pieces come back: Vergil, Mary, the Temen-ni-gru. He looks at Nero and sees he is no longer a teenager. ”Yeah. Weird, weird dream or something while I was out.“
Nero laughs and claps him on the arm. ”Let's go get a drink.“
A week later, Dante sits at his desk, frowning down at the notebook on top. He had jotted down the bits of his dream he had remembered, but there was still so much that was missing. He had told Lady she was in his dream and that earned him a knock on the jaw, so the rest he had kept to himself, making notes on the shop and his parents and the fight on the tower. Dante couldn't seem to shake it, the dream clinging to his skin like the dampness after a shower.
Something was missing.
The bell above the door jingles, making him grit his teeth. Patty had put that up despite his specific instructions not to, and he had been meaning to take it down right after he checked on the seals in his dream. ”Yeah?“ he grouses.
Dante looks up to see a woman step through the door, looking around curiously. Her eyes fall on him and he sits up, wishing he was wearing a clean shirt. She has light hair, almost white, that frames her pretty face in a trendy little bob. Her outfit is casual but cute, and Dante notices right away how good the jeans look on her as she walks across the room towards his desk. And when she smiles at him in greeting, his heart jumps.
”Hi,“ she says. ”I'm looking for some help.“
”Help? I can help.“ Dante jumps up, sending his leather chair rolling, and he clears his throat as he steps around the desk. He offers her a smile as he leans one leg up against the edge, trying to look cool. ”What can I help you with?“
She looks him up and down. ”You, uh... work here?“ she asks skeptically.
”Not only that, but I own this place.“ Her brows draw in so he quickly straightens, deciding being professional will be better. ”I'm Dante,“ he offers, holding out his hand.
She still looks unconvinced but at least takes it. ”I'm Lir,“ she replies.
”What can I do for you, Lir?“ he asks.
Lir smiles again, and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his entire life.
#dmc#devil may cry#dante#vergil#fanfiction#finish your fucking fic february#i did it! it's done!#three years later and i'm all finished#it's on ao3 too if you want to check it out there!#the wish
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As You Wish (Part 2): Vergil x G/N Reader
MINORS DNI--18+ ONLY
SERIOUSLY KIDDO, SHOO!! SUMMARY: Vergil stopped his kisses and pulled back up to look you in the eyes, “Careful, you might not like what happens if you do that…” You gave him a salacious smirk, “You told me to do what I wished, and right now,” you leaned up to kiss the side of his neck, “All I want is you.”
BEGINNING NOTES: Requested by @kasianthus! 💙🌹💙 Please read part 1 before this--this picks up right at the end! He’s wearing the outfit from his H/Cs (linked here), please go check it out. This won’t really make any sense if you don’t know what it is. The size of his “sword” is also there if you want to know what he’s working with lmao 🌹💙🌹 Top + Dom. Vergil x Bottom + Sub. G/N Reader Smut; the first time between Vergil and you (Meaning he needs reassurance quite a bit) Biting; he does pierce your skin Oral (Reader receiving; I did my best with the G/N parameters. Didn’t realize it was so hard to write oral this way lmao) No lube, we die like men *cough* I may have just forgotten it *cough*
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Vergil’s mind was running a million miles an hour as he processed what you were asking him for. A small smile tugged at your lips as you continued to sweetly kiss the blue devil’s neck. His heart was beating hard enough that you could feel it through his sweltering skin.
You leaned back down to get a clear view of his face and noticed his odd stare, “Is that okay? Or would you rather not?” you had begun to worry that you made him uncomfortable.
He didn’t answer, but rather, reconnected with your lips. Taking this as the okay, you pulled off his coat and his tie--discarding both of them somewhere in the room. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him snugly against you. One of your hands rested on the back of his neck, while the other found its way to his hair again. Vergil slid his hands up under your shirt and began to grope his way up your body. All he wanted was to feel more of you, to see more of you, to claim every bit of you.
He smelt of cedar, lavender, and a slight hint of smoke; a delightful mixture that intoxicates you every time he’s near you. His lips tasted of a mint and were broiling against yours; perhaps his plan was to kiss you even before placing the bet?
Before you could think about it more, you felt Vergil pinch your nipples harshly. A loud sharp groan came from you, which he devoured greedily. The blue devil continued to pull and grab at your chest, only becoming further aroused with every one of your mewls and moans. You tightened your legs around him and his very evident growing excitement. A small grunt of pleasure left his lips at the feeling. Hearing that he enjoyed it, you rolled your hips slowly against him.
Vergil decided to gently bite at your lips, asking to enter. Wanting to taste him more as well, you allowed him in. A shiver ran up your spine as he explored every bit of your cavern. The two of you shared long sloppy wet kisses, enjoying the long-awaited moment to hold one another.
All the while, you undid the buttons of his vest and began to unbutton his dress shirt. This gave you a small peak at his chest--unable to remove his clothing fully. You took the hand from behind his neck and placed it on the newly revealed skin, kneading him with your fingertips.
After a few minutes, he broke from your lips and leaned upwards. He shook off his vest and made quick work of your shirt, sending another shiver up your spine.
Half-lidded icy-blue glowing eyes slowly wandered over your body, soaking in the heavenly sight before him. Vergil ghosted down your body with barely-there fingertips, feeling the way your torso rose and fell with each breath. The blue devil had never seen you this barren before, this exposed; trusting him to handle you with care. He’d never dream of treating you any less than such. To him, you were as fragile and as a delicate flower, even if you work alongside him. You are angelic to him. Perfection absolute. Divinity within a human shell.
Seeing him stare so intensely down at you made you feel a little self-conscious and, with the odd expression Vergil was making, you thought he was turned off by your appearance; so you covered yourself with your arms. His brow furrowed at your action, he wasn’t done looking at you yet.
The blue devil pulled your arms to your sides and pinned them down, allowing him to continue his internalization of your shirtless figure. He wondered what you would taste like. How you'd squirm underneath him as he pleasured you with his mouth. All he wanted was to hear you cry out his name in ecstasy.
As he got semi-lost in his thoughts, all you could do was stare back at him and observe how undone he had become. The blue devil’s hair was disheveled and hung in front of his face slightly; somewhere between slicked back and down. His typical hardened glare was replaced with a soft, almost shy, expression. An intense red flustered look was plastered over his face with plush kiss-swollen slightly parted lips. You unconsciously slightly licked your lips at his expression, wanting nothing more than to taste him again.
After a minute or so, Vergil had decided on what to do. He let go of your arms and dipped back down; however, this time he wasn’t going for your mouth.
Although he’d never admit it, he was beyond nervous as he placed hot kisses down your sternum. What if this wasn’t the right move? A small shake found its way to his fingers that were ghosting down your sides. Was he taking things too quickly? His breathing unintentionally hitched. What if you didn’t find him or his motions pleasurable?
“Vergil?” you gently grabbed his shoulder, thumbing over it slightly.
He had stopped his kisses and had been hovering over your skin for a noticeably long time, doing nothing. A small sigh left his lips.
“Vergil,” you gently moved your hand to the side of his face and slowly ran your thumb along his cheekbone, “If you aren’t okay with this then you can tell me. We can stop.”
He shook his head ‘no’, “I assure you that I am more than okay with this, however,” he paused for a moment then whispered, “are you sure you want this… from me?”
You gave a small soft exhale and smiled slightly, “Yes, of course, I am. I wouldn’t have it any other way or with anyone else, Vergil,” you gently ruffled his hair.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he regained a little confidence and he resumed his kisses. Vergil moved to one of your nipples and bit down gently, attempting to gauge your reaction. You let out a low groan and ran your fingers through his hair.
He repeated the action; this time, however, he bit down harder and pinched at the other side with his opposing hand. Another low groan left your lips as you arched your back a bit; unintentionally pulling him closer by tugging on his hair. His body jerked at the sudden pull and he released his bite.
Seeing the slight bruise he made him smirk widely and he moved to give the other side the same loving treatment. In this excitement, however, the blue devil had forgotten just how strong he can be. Vergil’s sharp teeth pierced your skin, making you let out a strangled whining moan. Your hands moved to his back to grab handfuls of the dark navy dress shirt, however, you didn’t make any attempt to pull him off of you. He took this as an okay to continue and did just that, marring up whatever skin he could taste. All the while, his hand moved from the other side of your chest down to one of your thighs and gave it a harsh squeeze.
“Ngh~ Vergil,” you squirmed a bit underneath him.
Once satisfied with how many hickeys and bites there were, he leaned up enough to look you in the eyes, “May… May I do… more?"
You nodded and watched as Vergil lightly grasped your arms, asking you to release your grip--which you did. He cautiously reconnected his lips to your abdomen and began to slowly make his way down your middle. Curious as to what he was doing, you pushed up a bit on your forearms to watch him. He looked up at you through the top of his eyes and slid his fingers into the edge of your pants.
He unconsciously licked his lips as he pulled down your pants, growing impatient and wanting nothing more than to taste you. You squirmed at his heavy gaze, it was intense and had an overwhelmingly heavy lust filling it. Vergil ran his hands up your thighs, pushing down and moving tantalizingly slow. A stifled moan left your lips from the sensation as you watched him slide his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. His eyes met with yours, seeming to ask if it is truly okay for him to touch you in such a perverse manner.
You moved your hips slightly, encouraging him to continue. Without breaking eye contact, Vergil removed your final bit of clothing, leaving you completely exposed. His eyes fluttered down your body to the new skin.
Vergil placed several small, almost shy, kisses along your thighs as his hands kneaded the outsides. Once again, you twitched from his stare and motions. You were just as excited as him it seems which gave him an odd sense of pride. He gently placed a kiss closer to your aching arousal, teasing you with his heavy hot exhales.
You bit your lip and quietly whimpered at him. He smirked and let out a low chuckle, then placed a prolonged kiss against your sex. Another small whimper. Vergil ran his tongue along you this time.
“Please, Vergil,” you pursed your lips, all you wanted was to feel more.
The blue devil decided to gently suck and lap against your arousal, making good use of his split tongue. With an uncharacteristically shy tug, he pulled your hand towards him and wanted to feel your hands in his hair. His hands then found their way to the sides of your legs and pressed them into his head, bruising your thighs with his fingertips.
Your hips jerked at the feeling of him biting at the flesh adjacent to where he had just been working; leaving a large love bite. Then, he returned to his earlier motions. With each one of your moans and each tug of your hands, he moved his tongue faster and harder.
“Ah~ God, Vergil- fuck,” you tugged on his hair as hard as you could, making him moan loudly against your aching body, “I want you, please…”
Although his hunger for your taste wasn’t quite satisfied, he wasn’t much better than you were at this point. Vergil stood up and undid his belt, eyeing you up while doing so. You stood up and began to work on the shirt buttons when he grabbed your wrists.
“Are you sure you wish to see… that?" Vergil’s voice was painfully quiet.
“Of course,” with his shirt fully unbuttoned, you ran your hand up his middle, “You get to see all of me… I want to see all of you… please..?”
He pursed his lips and gave you a small flat smile, “I assure you that my body is far from… attractive."
You locked eyes with the eldest twin, “Not sure how that can be,” slowly and carefully, you removed his shirt and tossed it off to the side, “As far as I am concerned you’re still as gorgeous as before,” you gave him a wide smile, attempting to lighten the mood, “I take that back- you look even better than before, Vergil.”
Vergil’s eyes broke from yours with a sheepish turn of his head.
“Hey, look at me,” you cupped the side of his face with your hand, turning him back to you, “I mean it, you are absolutely stunning,” you kissed him quickly, “handsome,” another kiss, “smart,” another, “perfect.”
He stared at you with an upturned brow and a shy smile, “Are you attempting to flatter me?”
You shrugged as you leaned in to place your nose beside his, “No,” you ran your hands up his sides, “Just telling you the truth.”
A gentle huff left his nose as the two of you shared a sweet slow kiss. You carefully ran your hands down his back, making a mental map of it. His skin was far from smooth and was full of large deep scarring. Distantly you found yourself wondering if that’s what he was talking about. A harsh squeeze on your ass brought you back to. The blue devil’s nails had lightly pierced your tender skin and were kneading against you.
Breaking off from the kiss, you maintained eye contact as you unbuttoned his pants and slowly undid the fly. You lightly brushed your finger against his still-confined cock. A restrained groan came from Vergil as he continued to stare back at you.
You bit your lip as you slid your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, a small feeling of nervousness pricked at the edges of your mind. His breathing hitched as you pulled them down over his aching flesh. Breaking away from his icy eyes, you looked down at what he was working with.
An unexpected surprised ‘oh’ sound came from you as your eyes widened. Sure, you had hoped Vergil would have a nice dick but this was more than you expected.
Vergil raised a brow at your quiet and deer-in-headlights stare, “Is something wrong..?”
“Hm?” you looked up at him with a face that felt like it was burning from embarrassment, “No, just,” you turned away with a coy smile and spoke with a hushed tone, “didn’t expect you to be so… big…”
A small amused huff left his lips, “I thought that was a thing humans looked for in their lovers,” you turned back to him.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way-”
He smiled and let out a small laugh, indicating he was well aware of your embarrassment and was teasing you about it.
However, his laugh soon turned to a low groan as you gently ran your finger against the head of his dick--thumbing over the little bit of pre-cum that was dribbling from him. You brought your thumb up to your lips and cleaned the fluid off.
Vergil pushed you gently back down onto the bed and removed his clothing fully, not wanting to be constrained in any way. The blue devil pulled your hips to the edge of the bed and set his hands beside your head, dipping down to whisper against your neck, “Are you sure that you want this, Wanderer?”
“Yes,” you rolled your hips against him, making him let out a trembling moan, “I need you, Vergil. Please.”
After he placed a soft kiss against your neck, he stood back up. You grabbed his hand and sucked on two of his fingers, which he used to finger you; not having any lube. He mindlessly used his tongue to play with one of his teeth as he stroked himself a bit at the sight of you beneath him. Carefully, he moved his tip to your hole and let out a shaky breath.
Seeing him still, you figured he needed more encouragement. You pushed your hips against him a bit, “Please, Vergil,” he looked up at your eyes, seeing how desperate your expression was, “I want you, plea-ah~!” your back arched as you felt Vergil steadily push himself inside your tight hole.
Vergil’s brow furrowed as he let out a loud moan, “Ngh~ aha~” any sense of dignity had just been thrown right out the window.
He shared a tender gaze with you as he did his best to take things slow. Admittedly, he was giddy with a perverse excitement over being able to share such an intense physical experience with you. A pang of overwhelming happiness pulled at his heart, only adding to the strange feelings he was having at the moment.
After a few long grueling minutes, Vergil was fully seated within you and he was in complete bliss. Between feeling how hot and tight you were and your utterly disheveled and submissive look, the blue devil was beyond elated. He leaned down and placed small kisses going up from your shoulder, to your neck, then along your jaw, and ending at your lips.
While sharing a slow kiss, your hands moved instinctively to his hair and pulled on it; wanting him to move. A very slight motion found its way to his hips, not wanting to move too much for fear of hurting you.
“Vergil,” you broke off from the kiss and pushed your hips against his, “More, please.”
He nodded and leaned back up, grabbing your legs to pull your hips snug to his. His movement was beyond slow, only moving an inch or so back and then moving back in gently. With each motion, you groaned lightly.
After a few minutes of this, you looked him dead in the eyes, “Harder.”
Despite his urge to do the opposite and tease you, he did as asked. He pulled back to about half out and thrust back in at a medium pace. His grip tightened on your legs as he unconsciously dug his nails into you. He wanted to go faster, to fuck you harder; however, he was beyond paranoid about hurting you.
“Vergil, harder,” you rolled your hips and copied his motions, “I can take it,” he gave you a small smirk and side-nod.
If you hadn’t known better, you say that Vergil was purposely holding out on you. The new pace he found was brutal. A small twitch found its way to his lip along with a low sustained growl. All that could be heard throughout the entire DMC was the sound of your skin slapping together and your loud unfiltered moans.
“God~ Fuck, Vergil~” your legs wrapped around him, allowing him to lean back down to you.
His hair fell in front of his face and his breathing was ragged. He wanted to say something back. To tell you how amazing being inside you felt. How he had thought about fucking you before and he’d never imagined it to be this good. Instead, all he could muster was to bite down on your neck.
“Aha~” you grabbed at his back and did your best not to scratch him in the process, “Please, oh god- fuck~”
Suddenly, you were picked up and moved against the door of your room. All the while, Vergil harshly jabbed at your insides and used your body weight to add to the sensation. Right now he was fighting with himself. All he wanted to do was trigger. To watch as he forced you to take his entire length and to knot you; to breed you, to make you his.
“Vergil~!” you were lovingly kissing whatever skin you could and were only able to repeat his name in sheer ecstasy.
A louder growl emanated from him as he slammed against you with harder and quicker motions, shoving you even harder into the door. He released his bite and whispered to you, “Can I-?”, asking if he could cum inside you.
“Do it,” you let out another string of moans, “Fill me, Vergil~!”
You used one of your hands to yank his hair, which sent him over the edge. Vergil bit down on your neck, hard, bringing you to your own orgasm.
An odd warm feeling flooded your body as he ground against you, making an odd growling purring noise through his vice-clamp of a bite. He did his best to ride out both your highs and keep himself grounded; not wanting to accidentally trigger.
After a few minutes, Vergil removed his mouth and placed his head against the side of yours.
“Vergil?” your voice was hoarse but soft.
“Hm?”, his breathing was uneven and ragged.
“I really love you,” you gently ran your hands down his back, “so very, very much.”
A melancholic smile tugged at his lips as he placed a sweet kiss against your cheek, whispering against you, “ ‘Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair’. ”
Before you could question his words, Vergil removed himself from your body. You let out a low groan at the sudden feeling of being both empty and full. He moved you back to your bed, placed you down gently, and laid against your chest--taking a small rest before cleaning up.
Through your heavy and labored breaths, you chuckled with a large warm smile as you played with his hair, “We should play darts more often if this is how it ends…”
Vergil flashed you a toothy grin, “I think I’d like that.”
A knock at the door made Vergil’s grin fade instantly as he turned over his shoulder. From the other side, a familiar voice called out, “Hey, if you two are done fuckin’, I brought back some dinner.”
You stifled a laugh as Vergil cursed his twin under his breath. He stood up, slid on his boxers and a shirt (which may have been yours), and turned back to you, "Rest while you can, because when I get back," he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, "I'm going to show you how much I love you all over again."
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ENDING NOTES: Poem Quoted: “The Clod and the Pebble” by: William Blake 🌹💙🌹 Did I laugh every time I wrote the word “nipple” or “butt”? Yes, yes I did… 🌹💙🌹 While writing this for some reason I noticed that Vergil has very “holdable” hands… like I have an overwhelming urge to hold his hand (I don’t even necessarily mean in a weird romantic sense either) and play with his fingers; don’t know if that’s the ‘tism kicking in or if that is a normal thing, idk lmao 🌹💙🌹 I hope that this was okay, this is my first finished request lmao So I hope y'all enjoyed it.
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@darksonofsparda :
Although the two of them had been married for quite a few years now, the married couple still maintained their signature trait of insulting each other, only this time, it was out of playful spite rather than for the sole purpose of irritating the other, and while that did still happen, nothing was ever taken personally, and they never hated each other, in fact, they loved very much and knew what to expect from the other.
From an outsider's perspective, it would almost seem like they weren't married at all with how they acted, as well as the fact that no one really saw them being affectionate in public, not that the two were opposed to that sort of thing, it did happen but was juts usually limited to holding hands, or Edna holding Vergil's arm with the occasional quick kiss on the lips, a longer one if there wasn't a single soul in sight. Vergil and Edna much preferred to show their love for the other in private, away from prying eyes so they were free to enjoy all the privacy they so desired.
Who would have thought, that a world he ended up in by accident, would eventually become his new home, that didn't become the case until Vergil and Edna became a couple. Vergil had originally planned to go back home, but after realizing his love for Edna, he changed his mind, and now, life was never better. Over the years, Vergil had adjusted very well into this new world, and after being here for a bit of a long time now, he couldn't see himself anywhere else but here living a happy life with Edna by his side, the Earth Seraph that had managed to steal his heart and give him a brand new purpose here.
One of the things Vergil found about this world was that they also celebrated Christmas here, much to his surprise, they even had the tradition of gift giving too. Vergil ended up taking part in that tradition and purchased gifts for the people in his group, those people, in particular, being the same mutual friends that he and Edna knew through Sorey, the people who had fought alongside them during the Shepherd's quest that was years ago now.
Because Edna was his precious wife, Vergil always made sure to give her a gift every year, only this time would be different. This year, he planned to do something for her that he'd never done before along with her gift, and it had taken him a lot to decide on doing this. Having ordered her gift days earlier, Vergil just picked it up yesterday, just in time for Christmas.
Bracing himself mentally to prepare himself, he calls out to Edna catching her attention. Blue eyes watch her enter the room, following her gaze as she approaches him, stopping in her tracks in front of him as she looks up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, wearing her usual nonchalant expression like always. Taking a deep breath, Vergil pulls out a journal, after he opened it, he flipped to the middle page that had one side completely covered in neat penmanship - it was an original poem that Vergil has made specifically for Edna and began to read to her.
[{ 🗡️ }] - "My dangerous flower. So beautiful, so poisonous. I bow to you in the moonlit landscape, I sleep with you in the sun-bleached terrain. I call to you, kissing your petals. I call to you, the venom burning my lips, The smile on my face burning to kiss you again, The look in my eyes hoping you'll honor me once more, my hands yearning to hold yours, I instead pull you close. I again, kiss you, the poison makes me calm, the poison calms my soul, my darling orchid, my midnight flower, I love you so."
With the most difficult part now over, Vergil sets the journal down on the table and reaches into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a medium-sized white jewelry box, he hands it over to her, wearing a rare smile curved across his lips. Inside, Edna would find a custom-made, silver orchid flower bracelet bangle, it had a blue sapphire gem between every flower on the bracelet, and the little chain at the end had a silver nameplate attached to it that held an elegant and carefully carved engraving of her name in beautiful font style.
[{ 🗡️ }] - "Merry Christmas my darling little orchid." Lowering his head significantly so he was within her height's reach, Vergil leans his head forward, their lips meeting as he gives Edna a passionate Christmas kiss.
Though they are both quite the skeptical type, one thing that Edna has learned over the years about Vergil is that he takes Christmas very seriously— perhaps because of his inability to celebrate it with his family much before disaster struck.
Edna herself never had really made a point to bother with human holidays, at least not until she found herself entangled with a half-human. At first she was incredibly weirded out by the whole thing, thinking that it was all about being disgustingly mushy— especially when it came to Valentine's Day, but at least that one meant she got some good chocolate to eat.
As the years have passed, she has grown accostumed to how these things work in the human world— and her comments about the weirdness have mostly fizzled out, albeit she still mentions such a thing sometimes when Vergil does something particularly over the top.
Then again, isn't he the king of being over the top, even if it's normally the edgy type of over the top?
It's when she sees her husband walk up to her during Christmas day that she thinks— 'Ah, it's time'. Time for mushy Vergil, an spectacle she gets to watch a few times every year. And yet the bastard manages to make her rather embarrassed nearly every time.
What she doesn't expect is for him to pull out his journal, which she knows stores his precious poems, and then start reciting one of them, clearly dedicated to her. Big blue eyes watch him as he speaks, showing the slightest hint of surprise, as he isn't one to recite them, and especially not to her.
"To think the day would come when you would actually gather the courage to recite a poem to me, hm?" There's some amusement in her voice— but it isn't the mocking type. Rather, she seems positively impressed. "I have to say... you just might have a talent for it. Just might."
Edna's attention turns to the gift that is handed to her that, were she the type to show her emotions on her face, would cause her to perhaps come to the point of crying. The symbology, the care to represent well what her name is about— the name her brother had given to her all those hundreds of years ago— doesn't go unnoticed.
A small smile of her own makes its way to her lips as she analyzes the bracelet, and before she can hand Vergil his gift, she's kissed— a kiss that she returns in earnest, of course, but before the half-demon can go any further, she pushes a gift box his way.
"Before I forget— here. Merry Christmas." A deadpan delivery, but the fact that she isn't looking Vergil in the eye does mean that she is rather embarrassed, and frankly, a little nervous to know if he'll actually like what she got him.
Well... made for him.
Inside the medium-sized box is a folded jacket— much in the style Vergil likes to wear, but a different color than the one he typically wears. A darker shade of blue, nearly black, with distinct patterns in white.
"They represent lilies, but I made the pattern more edgy for you, so you should thank me." She boasts, having chosen said flowers because of the meaning of Vergil's name.
After a moment, she turns completely away from him.
"...I swear I'll never understand humans. Why do you go through this willingly every year?"
It's too embarrassing, but she won't admit it.
Unprompted // always accepting.
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Got this idea from thinking about what a reboot version of Temen-ni-gru could be like. I like the idea of it maybe being a combo between rescuing Sparda from where ever Mundus banished him and the plot of DMC3, where the purpose of Temen-ni-gru is basically to seal not only a gate to the Underworld, but also the Force Edge/Sparda. Gonna focus on the latter, just because that's easier to know what to do with than reboot Sparda. Maybe you need Sparda, alive or at least out of where ever Mundus banished him to, to get the Force Edge/Devil Sword Sparda out of him?
I don't think you'd need Arkham for the reboot's version of DMC3/Temen-ni-gru, just because I think reboot Vergil could fill the role well enough himself. Maybe with some demonic armor, since he's King of Hell now?
(Maybe Kat could be involved too, helping Dante solve puzzles and navigate the tower? Assuming her magical abilities have jumped from "astral projection and seeing into Limbo" to "being able to cast Fireball", I mean. Unless you want to give her a rocket launcher. I'm more partial to giving her a Kablooey, but whichever works best for her.)
Mainly I wanna focus on character stuff- in this case, for Dante. Doppleganger the Deathvoid didn't do much as a test of character for DMC3 Dante, since preboot Dante was already kinda far enough along in his character development that he didn't need another test, but I feel like with what we see of dopplegangers in Vergil's Downfall (or whatever Hollow Vergil really was), you could have some fun with it. Especially if Vergil is here, especially if he's trying to manipulate Dante into helping him undo the seal on Temen-ni-gru and get the Force Edge/the Sparda.
The twins' amulets in the preboot don't have any kind of "security measure" (I guess you could call it) where they only respond to a certain twin, but apparently the reboot twins' amulets DO, so maybe reboot Vergil needs Dante to go along with him for whatever he's planning? At least as far as getting Dante's amulet to do what Vergil wants it to do, anyway.
I feel like you could have some fun with the blood ritual, too, in terms of like, exploring how Vergil is using his brother and how that makes Dante feel (bad; angry and hurt and betrayed, and its all the worse because/if reboot Dante really HAD hoped his brother was trying to connect with him again and make amends), and how Vergil thinks he doesn't "need" his brother/family any more because he's got more power now, and that's all that he thinks matters.
Idk, just. Mostly trying to dig into reboot Dante's character more. I keep thinking of him with issues with self-worth, like he sees himself as a tool, as something to be used (cause I mean, *gestures to Limbo City* living in a capitalistic hellscape'll do that to ya) only really good at killing demons. That and a sense of foreshortened future, since he probably thought he'd be dead from the demons by now, and even with Mundus gone, they're still probably hunting him, so he probably has trouble trying to live a "normal" life with Kat. Or at least as "normal" a life as they can have, being demon hunters and all.
Idk. What do you think?
Ok so firstly I want to say this is all really fun! I do think the plot of DMC3 ties in pretty easily into the reboot honestly and I'm surprised more people don't do anything with the concept. And I like it more then uh...the 'leaked' sequel idea that floats around every few years.
That and I always like the idea of Vergil going and finding Sparda and how it would be for Sparda to come back all these years later and see what became of his sons, given he was the one who decided to memory wipe them and separate them and everything.
My thoughts for a DmC2/reboot version of 3 are admittedly very swayed by my love of Kat/Vergil. I have jokingly referred to it as a gothic romance set in the ruins of the Order a few months after the end of the game. I've never had a full plotline for the concept but me and my girlfriend have discussed the idea of it being pretty loosely based around 3. Like there's still the tower of course, but this time around it's more Vergil's decided to come back from hell with his new demon king powers and army and stake claim and he creates a tower out of the ruins of the Order as a sort of home base which Dante and Kat then have to go through to find him. Which then would lead to a lot of fun character dynamics and tensions (also a lot more Kat being active in the plot and ideally playable at times).
I'm also curious how the fall of Limbo would impact Kat's powers. Like I imagine she still has them and they might work for other layers of hell, but I wonder if losing Limbo would like...untether her a bit and make her abilities stronger, since there's no longer that veil there between her and Limbo. Plus she can probably make stronger spells if she can get the right stuff.
#dmc reboot#ask#fab talks#fabtalks#most things in my brain are through a vergil and kat centric haze i love them both very dearly asdfghjk
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Tag yourself "Ancient Rome main characters but it's just very violent personal attacks" - Augustus's principate edition:
Gaius Julius Caesar "Augustus"
if you're honestly thinking to tag yourself as him what the fuck is your problem, your self-esteem is sky rocketing, you shouldn't be on Tumblr, you should be on Tik Tok
you take the lead in group projects and do 90% of the work because you think you're the only one who can it right
everybody better treat you like royalty otherwise bold of them to presume you'd let bitches talk mad shit about you
frail health though, stay safe baby
favourite quote "I was born for politics. I have great hair, and I love lying"
calm down I'm sure you'll get that college admission letter, no need to be dramatic and start threatening you'll ki** yourself if you don't get in
Marcus Antonius
burnout gifted kid
like honestly you had your whole life planned and then oopsie everything comes crashing down
aw, you want daddy's approval? Don't we all?
you're like an only child, or the eldest child. Then some bitches came along and you were forced to share.
If that's not a mummy sorry mummy sorry mummy sorry you ain't hitting that (or daddy ;))
you love giving pep talk, reminds you of the time people used to look up to you
Gaius Cilnius Maecenas
light academia, dark academia, chaotic academia, the point is: academia
your friends are the most interesting thing about you
you surrounded yourself with artists and creative types, such a shame you aren't one of them
you're that person who'd shout "THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND" when your friend does something incredibile, but nobody will ever do that for you
so how's life standing on the sidelines?
at least you're not bitter about it (or you're very good at hiding it, let's be honest)
supportive bestie
wasn't kidding about great taste in friends, your friendships are very elite and everybody wished they were in your inner circle, make 'em wish, darlin
Publius Vergilius Maro (Vergil)
COUNTRY ROOOOOOOOADS, TAKE ME HOOOOOOOOOME
cottagecore
as a society WE NEED to retreat to the country and go back to peak of human civilization: farming
you're cooler in theory than in practice
massive introvert
you just want a cottage and some books and maybe some plants and a pet and free time, is that too much to ask?
Yes, because that shit's a fever dream, you wouldn't last a day in a real farm, get your head out of your ass
Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Horace)
you think you're funny. You're the only one to think that.
self deprecative humour for the win
your superpower is infodumping. Sure, everybody does it once in a while- but they way you do it. Wow.
you're a tiny gay, a petite homosexual, if you will
wittiness is one of the many qualities you believe to possess
how are you handling those five mental breakdowns a day?
Guess what, clean air, drinking water and reading outside won't cure your identity crisis
Publius Ovidius Naso (Ovid)
you listen to doja cat unironically. And no, I don't mean "I like her beat", I mean you listen to the lyrics of doja cat unironically.
you're a slut, but, if you're reading this, it mean you're on Tumblr, so probably you're more of a theoritical slut
gossip girl xoxo
when people come to ask you for dating advice you feel like an old french prostitute recalling the glorious days of your youth
you think you're incredibly more interesting than you actually are
like, face it, if you were that great people wouldn't leave you on read
God it's like two weeks in the country at you grandparents's house there's no need to start complaining to all your friends you're in "exile", the wi-fi isn't even that bad, you're just a drama queen
you once dreamed of living in London or New York or Paris, don't lie to me
I hope people are actually know what I'm referencing in this or some things might sound very weird or mean out of nowhere (they're instead mean for a reason)
#I don't think i know how this is supposed to work#I am writing personal attacks but they're all attacking me#maecenas may be a bit sad but that's because I've always felt like him#you surround yourself with beautiful creative people and then you realize that's the closest you'll ever be to art#I am cursed by loving art and being incapable of creating any#ovid#vergil#horace#augustus#mark anthony#rome#latin literature#literature#latin poetry#poetry#tag yourself#ancient rome#light academia#classics#dark academia#chaotic academia#btw I'm maecenas and mark anthony pretty obvious I know#Also I'm in love with Vergil did it show?
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Hi, I love your writing style 🥺 Can I request something post DMC5? Dante, Vergil and Nero go out on a mission, Nero is seriously hurts and Dante witnesses first hand Vergil's stoic mask breaking
thank you <3 and you sure can!
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It’s been a pretty standard hunt, Dante figures. Get a call from a client, kill a few low-grade demons, and then he’s on his way. Vergil and Nero tagged along after hearing the client exaggerate the amount of demons that were actually in the area. Or at least, Dante thinks they were exaggerating. It certainly seems they were when they quickly clear the area, not seeing any so-called “infestation”. He’s the first to deem it safe to leave, though Vergil seems the least convinced out of the three. Dante figures he’s having a gut feeling or just trying to spite him, but he doesn’t let his guard completely down. Vergil trails behind him and Nero, the Yamato still in hand as he looks around intently.
Dante slows as he begins to hear the low humming of a Fury somewhere behind him. So maybe the client wasn’t being over-dramatic. The three of them just couldn’t actually see what the issue was. Vergil stops behind them so Dante does the same, laying a hand on his sword. Nero does the same.
Vergil is the first to be attacked, though he’s quick to counterattack and takes the Fury down with grace. Dante is next, easily dodging the attack. Though Nero doesn’t seem to be as lucky. Dante isn’t paying much attention, focusing on the onslaught of demons. But he does catch a glimpse of Vergil’s facial expression, which does catch his attention.
He’s looking at Nero, his expression conflicted but clearly distressed. He likely asking himself if he helps Nero or deals with the demons at hand. Dante figures it’s just paternal instinct until he hears his nephew scream.
That definitely catches his attention.
Vergil’s expression is one of pain and regret. It’s a scream he’s probably heard before, a scream that he’s caused when he took Nero’s arm. Dante wasn’t there that day but he can imagine the deja vu that his brother is experiencing. Dante spares a glance towards Nero, finding that he’s still trying to fight but is clearly in no condition to. A Fury got him good, it seems as Dante looks at the slashes all across his torso. They’re deep but he’ll heal, if he can get out of there. He likely won’t without help. Though Dante is still trying to plan out how exactly he’s going to help with so many demons on his ass.
Vergil is much quicker to react, slashing through demons like there was no tomorrow. The flashes of blue across the battlefield tells Dante that Vergil’s doppleganger is out, temporarily doubling his efficiency. He’s messier with his kills, a sense of urgency clearly overriding anything else he was thinking about. The demons are cleared out in record time, his doppleganger helping Dante clear out his little hoard. Vergil’s quick to reach his son, though he’s clearly unsure how to approach him.
His doppleganger does the work for him, approaching Nero and whimpering quietly. Dante’s a little surprised at that but no one’s more surprised than Vergil when his doppleganger sweeps Nero up into its arms.
It’s quiet for a moment before Dante is laughing while Nero and Vergil are yelling, both clearly irritated with the situation at hand.
“Stop this at once!” Vergil shouts, getting ready to slash it away though he can’t hide the tint of red that paint his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
Dante is laughing like a maniac while Nero is demanding to be put down. Vergil’s doppleganger doesn’t relent and instead rubs its face against Nero’s, swinging him around. Vergil is quick to chop it in half, narrowly avoiding his son.
Nero doesn’t say anything, brushing himself off as his wounds quickly begin to close. He scratches at his nose, almost as embarrassed as his father. Vergil stands there, not moving a muscle and simply stares Dante down as he continues to laugh.
“What is so funny, Dante?” Vergil asks, deciding to direct his irritation towards his brother.
“Oh, nothing,” Dante says, wiping a tear away as his laughter begins to die down. “Just your papa bear instincts coming out when you try so hard to act like you don’t care.”
“What makes you think I don’t care about Nero?” Vergil is clearly a little hurt by the statement.
“Never said you didn’t, he’s your kid after all. Just think it’s funny that you act so stoic when we can all see right through you.”
Nero is quicker to come up with a rebuttal than his father. “Yeah, laugh it up, old man. What the hell were you doing when all that was going down?”
“Hmm, Vergil seemed to have it handled. I was just observing.”
Nero shakes his head at that, throwing up his arms in exasperation before turning to leave. Dante doesn’t bother stopping him, instead opting to bother his brother further.
“That was sweet, Verg, really. I’m sure the kid appreciates it, just won’t say anything. But maybe try telling him how you feel about him, knowing that stuff works wonders I’ve heard.”
“I… suppose you’re right. Something to work on then.”
Dante snorts at that as they begin to walk towards the RV. “You already got a mile-long list.”
Dante expects his brother to come back with a snide remark, but is surprised when Vergil just says, “I’m well aware of that. I’m going to work harder.”
Dante raises his eyebrows but decides not to push the matter further.
“I look forward to seein’ it, brother.”
#devil may cry#dante sparda#vergil sparda#nero sparda#post dmc5#dadgil#?#my writing#hope this isn't terribly ooc#thank you for the ask :)
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sparda twins -- reactions
The Sparda twins reactions that you're pregnant with not just one, but two of their children.
DANTE-
You paced the bathroom several times as you gnawed on your thumbnail. Your eyes did not leave the plastic stick that was sitting on the edge of the sink near the toilet. The packaging read that results would be ready in five minutes, but the wait had it feeling like five hours.
Dante had left on a run for some take out and you knew that it was all the way across town, so it left you some free time to figure out your "little" situation. You hadn't told him anything. How could you? The two of you were not in an exactly "family friendly" business. Last thing Dante would need to worry about was a mini Sparda.
You had enough of waiting and snatched the test from the counter. Your eyes narrowed as they fixated on the single horizontal pink line, but widened when it turned into a plus. The blood in your body ran cold and your throat grew dry. It was as if the + sign mocked you and your stomach felt sick. You knew it would happen, Dante called himself the pull out king. Yeah - fucking - right, and this proved him to be very wrong.
The evidence needed to be disposed of, so you wrapped it several times in some toilet paper and shoved it in the trash can. Dante hardly took the trash out and it would be unlikely that he would decide to scour the garbage, so you felt safe. Now all you would have to do is just keep it a secret until you decided how to approach it.
It didn't last long and soon Nico was on the other end of the phone. She let out a happy, "'Eller!" but was greeted by a loud sob along with unintelligible babble. "Woah! Woah! [Y/N], you gotta repeat yourself. I couldn't make out a damn thing! You okay?" the brunette asked, concerned. "I'M PREGNANT!" your sobs now made sense. "Oh, shit," she replied. "Yeah, oh shit is right."
"Did you tell Dante yet?"
You scoffed, "No. I don't think I can," as you spoke on the phone in the kitchen, your eyes fixed on a photo on the fridge of you and your devil hunter boyfriend. The two of you looked so happy and Dante's smile was so bright, the vibes that radiated from the picture kind of gave you some assurance. Maybe Dante would react well to the news and maybe he'd give the same smile of glee at the idea of being a father.
"But you're going to have to at some point. How you goin' to explain a giant belly here in a few months?" Nico was right, there was no way around it. You pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes tight, "Could you maybe -- I dunno, take me to the doctor?" Nico replied, "I'll be there in a jiff!"
Just as you hung up, Dante walked in with two large bags that smelled of Chinese food. "Food is here and beer is in the fridge!" he waddled into the kitchen and his happy expression turned to one of concern when he noticed you looked upset. "Hey, darlin', you alright?" he set the bags down on the floor and slid to your side, his arms around your waist. His musk along with the heavy smell of greasy Chinese food almost threw you over the edge and caused you to gag. You placed your hand on his chest to prevent him from getting closer. His brows furrowed as he tried to understand what was wrong but the loud horn of Nico's van interrupted. "I'm going out with Nico. I'll be back," you brushed past him, grabbed your coat, and dashed out the door.
You were able to take a breath once you jumped into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Your head rested on the back of the seat and your eyes closed, "Thanks for the ride." Nico placed a hand on your thigh and nodded, "No problem, girlfriend."
Several hours passed and you weren't home yet. Dante's mind raced with different things he could've done to make you so upset. Was it because he hadn't taken the trash out? He would do that soon. Was it because he hadn't shown his appreciation for you relationship lately? He would go tonight to get you some flowers. So, the man did just that. Dante took the overflowed trash out. Then he made sure to hurry, so, that he would be home before you. Dante chose a bouquet of white roses and a goofy card. The card had two hot dogs on the front who held hands with smiles on their faces. It read, "Hot dog! You make me happy!" Dante got a kick out of it and figured you would too. The devil hunter wrote a quick, cheesy blurb in a scribbled mess and signed with his name plus a heart.
He opened the door and was surprised to see you in a chair near the entrance. You seemed to be in a trance and were startled by Dante’s sudden appearance. “I got you these!” he handed his gifts over but his happiness was dropped when you didn’t seem very happy to receive them.
“Dante, I have something I need to tell you.” you found it hard to keep your eyes on his. “Well, here it goes---,” your nose inhaled, then exhaled deeply, “I’m pregnant.”
Dante’s face was void of emotion before he burst into laughter. You grew angry and your facial expressions matched it. “That’s a good one, babe. Whew!,” he clapped his hands and winced a bit with his hand on his side, “Ow! That laugh made me pull a muscle.”
“I’m serious, Dante. I’m pregnant.” you reiterated. “With --- emotion?” he asked as his eyes shifted side to side.
“What? No! With a baby!”
Once Dante heard it for the third time, he realized it all. He was going to be a father and you were going to be the one who would usher in another lineage of the Sparda bloodline. Dante rushed to your side and took a knee as he kneeled beside you. His palm immediately made its way to your stomach as he pictured the life that was within. “Hey there, little buddy.” You cleared your throat into a closed fist which drew his attention to your face. Your right hand raised slowly and you twiddled your two first fingers in the air with a small smile.
That same grin that shined in the photo on your fridge grew across his lips. Both of his hands grabbed either side of your lower torso and he stared at your stomach. “You mean, there’s two of me in there?!” His expressions were warm and overjoyed, relief crashed over you as this situation turned out better than you thought.
“I’m gonna really need to get outta debt.”
VERGIL-
Your body spoke to you and told you that something was going on. Every morning you felt ill and you could devour anything in sight until nausea overtook you. Lady asked if there was any possibility that you could be pregnant. A snort left your nostrils, “Impossible. Vergil and I don’t have sex enough for that to happen.” your mate was normally not home, you often slept in an empty bed more than one occupied by his strong body. But anytime he was, the act of intimacy could tear the walls down of his brother’s building. He was a focused and controlled man, he knew what he needed to do to prevent another child in his life. You were okay with that, your job was not one that was prime for being a parent. So, there was no doubt in your mind that this was nothing but a simple stomach bug.
“I don’t know, all your symptoms point to it, [Y/N]. Maybe you should take a test,” she attempted to reason with you and you eventually gave in.
The entire time you played it off as just something you did for Lady so that she would get off your back about it. You sat on the closed toilet lid and held the test loosely in between your fingers. The box read that it would take about ten minutes for a result, so you avoided looking at it until roughly around that. But your heart dropped into your stomach when the test did not read negative, but positive. “Shit --- Lady was right.” your cursed and your head dropped between your knees as your mind raced.
Vergil just found out that he had a son, Nero, and now you would throw him the information that he would have now an infant on the way. It was a conversation that you did not want to have. Vergil was a reserved man who did not show you his emotions often or expressed them publicly. You knew he loved you but it took quite sometime for him to open up to you about the fact. He put back his one track set mind toward power and made you a priority in his life. However, he had issues with being around his brother, son, and the other’s -- so he often went off on his own. You learned that this was something he wanted and you did not want to force yourself to go with him always.
So, this news would not be easy to break to him when he would return in about a week. With the test clenched in your hand, you opened the door to leave the bathroom to only be greeted by Lady who was leaned against the walls with arms crossed. “So, what’s the prognosis?” she pushed herself from the wall and followed you as you pushed past her. You tossed the test into the air with your fingers and she caught it, “What do you think?” you answered before she was able to see for herself. The female was shocked to see that she was correct but didn’t want to say that she told you so.
You were about to slam your room door shut but her boot stopped it, “What’re you going to tell Vergil?” Your back was turned toward her and you faced the window as you observed the rain that pattered against the window. “Fuck if I know. How do you tell someone like him that he’s going to be a father... again.” Lady was silent, you turned on your heels to face her, “Exactly.”
Lady took your hand in hers and gave you a comforting smile, “Hey, he won’t be home for like what-- another week? Let’s get you to the doctor, we’ll figure something out.” You smiled faintly in return, “You’re a hell of a lady, Lady,” she batted her eyelashes, “Oh, I know.~”
A Week Later --
Lady was in your room with you and the door was closed, the two of you spoke of your plan of how you would drop the bomb on your half demon boyfriend.
“Do you really think Vergil will accept it?” you asked just as the white haired man opened the door, “Accept what?” he asked coolly. Lady closed her mouth and first looked at Vergil, then to you, “I’ll just let you guys have some alone time,” she slinked past the Sparda man and closed the door behind her. His gaze never left you and his strong features were unmoved.
You attempted to embrace him as you wrapped your arms around his neck but he gave you a slight push away before you could place a kiss on his cheek. “Will you tell me what you were talking about?” You bit your lower lip and hesitated to confess to him. Vergil took hold of your chin with his fingertips, “Speak.”
You swallowed hard, his blue eyes did not waver and they were just so beautiful that you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I’m --- pregnant,” you whispered. It was like time moved to slow motion, Vergil observed each syllable that came from your lips. Pregnant? Pregnant. Pregnant.
A twitch in Vergil’s furrowed brows caught your attention, it proceeded to twitch several times before he closed his eyes and released his grip on your chin. “How?” You shrugged, “I thought we were careful every time, even with our more adventurous hookups.” He didn’t speak and just listened, “Why?”
“Why?” you repeated, “That’s what happens, Vergil. I can’t really make it anymore clear.” As per usual, you couldn’t read him and his thoughts were a mystery to you.
“So, I’ll be a father once again. At least I’m currently aware of this one.” he sighed.
“Two,” you interjected. It was as if you could see his ears perk up when you mentioned a number higher than he assumed. “Two? Another set of Sparda twins...” he was quiet before you could see a small smile on his lips. Vergil called for you to come to him, which you obeyed.
He wrapped his right arm around your upper half. His left hand rested on your stomach with a loved filled touch. His chin rested on top of your head as he imagined what they looked like and what life would be like in several months.
He thought to himself, maybe -- just maybe -- he truly deserved a happy life, despite all the things he had done. He now felt a stronger urge to want to be around you, the babies, and even Dante more.
“Do I deserve this happiness, [Y/N]?”
Your hand rested on his that was still on your stomach, “Of course. You always have.”
#devil may cry#dmc#dante sparda x reader#dante x reader#dante sparda#vergil sparda x reader#vergil x reader#vergil sparda#devil may cry x reader#devil may cry imagine#dante imagine#vergil imagine#pregnant!reader#did you catch my knocked up reference#lmao my fave part
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