#it can also be Nero's Mother if you want!

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

You can like a morally questionable character or in this case, a character who is terrible at parenting, but downplaying their actions and having obvious double standards towards a male character who is the son of the female character who abandoned him (I’m very curious on what this media is, honestly, but back to the topic at hand), who at worst, and I’m using the word “worst” very loosely here, said that he does not EVER want to see his mother again after she quite literally left him to rot.

Again, nothing wrong with liking a morally questionable character. For instance, I do like Rosemary as a morally questionable character from Metal Gear Solid. However, I HATE her relationship with Raiden because she constantly lied to him and even gaslit him in MGS4 and LIED about a miscarriage. But character wise, I like her. I just wish that the writing for her character in MGS4 was better and had her be actually smart and not go back to lying to her own husband’s face.

For a male example to keep things equal, Vergil is wrong on multiple levels for what he did throughout the games. He grew a tower (DMC3) and a tree (DMC5) that resulted in multiple off-screen and on-screen casualties and the worst ever action he did was ripping off Nero’s arm. Yes, he may not have known that Nero was is son, but he still ripped a man’s arm off for power. That alongside his higher body count of non-demons makes him the most morally wrong character in the Devil May Cry series. And I love Vergil, he’s my favorite. I also don’t like many of the Vergil fanfictions that are given, because they hardly ever hold him accountable for his actions. Yes, he’s traumatized, but the stuff he did was morally wrong and he is not “better” than Dante. And this is coming from someone who likes both of the Sparda Twins.

Putting a morally questionable character high up on a pedestal will blind you to how truly bad their actions are. In this case, those stans of that female character are blind to how terrible of a mother she is and how her now adult son has every single freaking right to be angry at her and want nothing to do with her. And again that is “the worst” thing he does to his mother, but I guess misogyny is when someone is rightfully pissed off at a mother who abandoned her own child.

Fandom Problem #6272:

Character: abandons her under-5-y/o children in the middle of a siege to escape and save herself. There's no sign she intended to go back or even told anyone where they were. They only survived because someone stumbled across them and rescued them.

Fans: "Well you see, it was an awful situation and her actions were bad but we can't blame her for them."

Character: never tries to reunite with her children after learning they're still alive.

Fans: *crickets*

Post time skip, her now adult son: "My mother left us to die and I'll never forgive her for it. I never want to see her again."

Fans: "He's an evil misogynist! He doesn't understand what she went through!"

[thirstforhelmets]

Vergil Loving The Shit Out of His Wife

Even though she childish and bothers him to no end.

Loves getting a rise out of him at every opportunity.

Randomly kisses him but violently cringes whenever he gets back at her with sappy poetry or terms of endearment.

Also he’ll kill anyone who thinks of touching a hair on her head or re-directing their wrath onto her.

That raven that keeps messing with her potted peppers on the front porch though?

Vergil’s cool with them.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Me because the Percy Jackson series is actually about the different cycles of abuse, which include abuse within romantic partners (Sally and Gabe), abuse between “family” (Percy and Gabe, Meg and Nero), abuse from people in positions of power (the gods over the demigods), and so on, oppression than ranges from having adhd in the public educational system to being forced to perform quests for your entire life for people who could not care less about your well-being, how camp is both somewhere safe but also the bittersweet taste of arriving there and realizing you can never escape, you can never be normal your life will never be the same. There’s no turning back. How Luke was right on theory but not on acts, how these kids got around the idea to never make it to 18, and how there was nothing they could do about that. How many of them sat in their cabins, counting down the days until their sibling/friend/partner came back, only for them to not come back at all. Was it ever their turn to leave someone waiting behind? Annabeth, Percy, Grover, Thalia, the whole deal with Nico, Bianca, Silena, and every single demigod. Children of Apollo were the camp healers, was it a choice? A moral obligation? In camp Jupiter there’s Jason, there’s Reyna, Piper’s story, Leo’s story, Leo lived on the street, the way Jason and Piper’s relationship was heteronormativity pushed by Hera because both of them were queer but she wanted a perfect couple. After being gone missing, people searched for Percy, but Jason? The devastation of Leo and Jason’s relationship, how Leo never knew his feelings for him were required, how both Leo and Piper thought they knew Jason but it was all fake memories, how Jason never fully got his memories back. Hazel’s story, Frank’s story, how Nico and Leo’s mutual dislike for each other comes from a place of understatement. How they both see themselves in each other and look away as one looks away from a mirror when they dislike their reflection. They are both so similar, almost the same. They both are also autistic, except Leo is always masking, and Nico never really learnt how to. Neurodivergence, adhd and dyslexia. Being a demigod is a metaphor for neurodiversity. Was Dionysus actual punishment looking over camp? Or was it spending years and years seeing demigods come and grow and die? Knowing there was nothing he could do about it? Knowing than if he was with the gods, he would be causing their deaths, instead of grieving them? Does Chiron feel hopeless? Memory, names, ghosts. Blades, swords, arrows, blood. So many blood, blood-stained hands. Monsters follow you before coming to camp, did they hurt you family? It was all your fault. They don’t want you to come back, you bring danger, you’re more dangerous than the monster, you are a monster yourself, after all the Minotaur was a demigod too. Leo killed his mother, Zeus killed Maria, Sally got taken to the underworld, Tristan was held hostage, Fredrick and his wife and sons got attacked by monsters, and who’s fault it was? You run away you keep on running but you’ll never outrun the danger because the danger is yourself, you are at fault, how do you run away now?

The odyssey, the iliad, the statues in museums, you look at them, do you see yourself? Do you see any resemble? Your nose kinda looks like theirs, the shape of their lips, the width of their hands, but that’s a lie you’re nothing like them, never will be, is that a tragedy? Do you want to be like them? Do you want to be a hero and die a heroic death? Or do you simply wish to visit your family on Christmas and live the life your little cousins will eventually live? Maybe you’ll never see the life they’ll live, maybe you’ll die before seeing it. There’s nothing to be done about that, you just have to accept it. Don’t you feel the rage, bubbling inside of you, making your hands shake? What can you do with it? Not much, remember last time, remember Luke, what did he accomplish? Nothing, blood, screams. You remember the war, you remember the city, maybe it was the first or the second time you set a foot on it, now every single time you do (if you do) in the future, it will be tainted. Look in that corner, that used to be destroyed. Look at that building, my friend died against that wall, that road was filled with blood. Was it ours? Theirs? Is there even a difference between us? Should there be? Why were you on your side? Why were they in theirs? Who was right? Who was wrong? You can go anywhere but home, maybe you’re not welcomed, maybe there’s no home to return, maybe it’s better for everyone if you don’t return. Nico keeps Bianca’s jacket, Leo taps iloveyou on Morse code. Piper was forced to be someone she wasn’t, she thought she was someone she was not, she was forced to think that. Who is she? Is she even who she thought she was? Jason still don’t remembers everything, and him? Who is he? Nico will never get his memories back, he wonders about his mom, did he have more family back then? Grandparents, aunts? Hazel is a walking curse. Silena and Clarisse as Patroklos and Achilles. Apollo seeing the brutal reality of demigods’ life on trials of apollo.

Your hand shakes, the sword you hold moves, you feel it’s weight, do you want to hold it? Do you have to?

The dead come back to haunt us, Nico sees Bianca everywhere, Leo still remembers his mother’s voice, Hazel came back from the dead, Frank holds his life on his pocket, Thalia lost a brother twice, Leo didn’t really die, Jason died instead, Percy wished to drown himself, half of camp still waits for their brother to come back, even if it has been months, even if it has been years. Luke’s mother still waits, was she crazy? The campers who thought to recognize their friend’s face for a second before remembering than it couldn’t possibly be them, were they crazy too? Who was crazier? Luke’s mother who did not remember, or the campers who did? The underworld has no mercy only justice, but the world has no justice only mercy. You might get mercy, but you never will get justice. Was it fair anything than happened to them? You might be spared in a war or in a battle out of mercy, out of pity, out of recognition, but that didn’t stop you from having to fight in it, that didn’t stop you from having to wield the sword. Spare all the people you want, turn a blind eye to whatever you want, mercy? sure, but you were still holding the sword, you were still supposed to fight, you still weren’t in charge of your life. How was that justice? How was that fair? Names had power, even their names had more power than your life, even the letters making up their names were more powerful than your fists, could you ever win? Could you ever win when their names were so powerful they could not be pronounced but your life was so worthless they didn’t even care to learn yours? To learn the names of the ones than died because of them. You can’t say the name of you sister’s killer, but you’re still expected to burn an offering to them each night at dinner.

[icycoldninja]

the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) finding out reader is pregnant???

Sparda boys + V x Pregnant!Fem!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Freaks the hell out--not out of disappointment or anger or anything like that, but out of excitement.

-Immediately starts researching dad jokes so he and Vergil can have a "dad-off" to see who can be cornier.

-Also helps you decorate and stuff, giggling and laughing the entire time.

-Talks a lot about his plans for the baby; how he wants to be a better dad than his was, how he wants to prepare it for demon hunting, and how he wants to train it to insult Vergil on sight.

-He's also got a whole-ass list of pranks to pull with the baby prepared, from chucking water balloons at your unsuspecting neighbors to TP-ing the neighborhood houses.

-Other than that clearly childish mischief, Dante's already rocking the "middle aged dad" vibes so he'll do fine.

■ Vergil ■

-His first thought was: "Oh no, not again."

-Vergil was legitimately afraid of having another child after what happened with Nero and his unknown mother, however, you managed to convince him that this would be different and that you wouldn't be going anywhere.

-Vergil had a lot of nightmares and troubled dreams the next few weeks. Though his heart wanted to believe you, his damaged mind had other plans, which it revealed to him in the form of horrible visions.

-With your help, and a lot of time, he got over these dark thoughts and began to see the light in having another child.

-Though he wouldn't dare speak it aloud, Vergil was convinced that the baby would reunite the Sparda family once and for all: Nero would finally have a sibling whom he'd want to visit, allowing Vergil to spend more time with his son, and since he, Nero, and the new baby would all be together, Dante would naturally join in and the boys could be bros again.

-After having that revelation, Vergil became noticeably more excited for the baby's birth.

□ Nero □

-Nero is excited but terrified.

-He's more than happy to learn you're expecting, but since he's so young, he's worried he won't make a good dad. You'd think he'd ask his parents for help, but no...he never knew his mom and his dad is less than pleasant.

-So, what does he do? Nothing. He puts his hood up and sits on the couch, doing nothing in tense silence.

-After an hour or so of brooding, he decides, fuck it, he's gonna wing it and be the best dad the Sparda bloodline will ever see.

-He proudly announces this fact over dinner at Devil May Cry, eliciting mixed responses, particularly from the soon-to-be-grandpa.

-You and Nero will be excellent parents who raise a happy, healthy child, he'll see to that.

● V ●

-Doesn't even know what being pregnant means, and can you really blame him? The only piece of literature he's ever read is William Blake's poetry, it's a miracle he can tie his shoes. Oh wait, he wears sandals.

-Griffon knows, somehow, and explains what it is. The minute the realization dawns upon him is the minute his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and he nearly passes out.

-A baby, a real life baby is brewing gestating in your tummy and it's his?! He helped make life!? What?!

-V is ecstatic! He can't wait to read this baby bedtime stories, sing it lullabies, and rock it to sleep.

-Even his familiars are preparing; Griffon is ready to give it a light show with his magic and Shadow keeps bringing dead birds as gifts.

-V might be a complete noob when it comes to living life, but hey, so is your baby, so they can figure things out together.

[lostuntothisworld]

Okay so I think it's time for another spaghetti theory:

Lilamoth isn't collecting moms. She's collecting sisters (or siblings)

Let me explain my thought process here. So a big complaint the fandom has is that we don't have a proper rogue gallery for villains. It's just the butterfly, and nothing else. It worked for early seasons, but things might be getting stale for some folks.

Enter new characters connected to Lilamoth somehow.

So she has 3 moms so far (that we know about.) All but one have something in common: dark hair and blue eyes.

From left to right we have Mrs. Rossi (red), Mrs. Bianca (white), and her third mother who is deaf could possibly be Mrs. Verdi (green).

Then we have this fourth lady that we see Lilamoth watching on her phone in the season 5 finale. I would NOT be surprised if Odille is going to be her 4th mom. Dark hair and blue eyes, and she is also disabled, just like her third mom.

(And I would not be surprised if we find out her surname is Nero (black), or Viola (violet). More on that aspect of this crack theory in a bit...)

Anyway, back to the concept of a rogues gallery. In the finale we see Lila in a disguise that 's VERY reminiscent of one of her moms:

Certainly she can't expect to disguise herself as a woman in her 30's-40's, and especially not with glasses and bangs. But she can pass reasonably as a teenage girl with a dark bob and glasses. You know, a sister.

So we know a certain main character whose name is in the title and wears red with black polkadots has dark hair and blue eyes. We don't know Lilamoth's motivations and and end goal, but we can surmise that she wants to take the place of Marinette.

(And I KNOW I've seen at least one other person theorize this, and I cannot find the post(s) so if you can find it please let me know so I can link it here!)

The pictures we see is one of Marinette with her classmates on the Liberty where Zoe is accepted in the friend group, Marinette with her parents, 3 pictures of Marinette with Kagami, and one picture of Marinette with Luka.

It's interesting to note that there isn't a picture of Marinette and Adrien together shown to the audience. You'd think they'd emphasize that, but no, it's mostly Kagami. I know it's because it's because the episode focuses on Kagami, but still. Other than her, it's just Marinette's parents, Zoe and Luka (Luka! Marinette's ex!) showcased in the closeup screenshot.

I got sidetracked! Anyway, I think other than similar coloring (and color-themed surnames haha) Lilamoth is trying to find other teenagers who are willing to join forces with her. She probably will get her hands on some Miraculous for them, somehow. But I don't think the new jewels will be from the Chinese box.

Here's where things start REALLY going off the rails with this theory:

All of Lilamoth's rogue gallery of villains are her adopted sisters (or siblings) and they are all Luka's exes. He's got a type for Italians with dark hair and blue eyes...

Going back to the surnames, all the surnames have something in common: they share the colors of all of Adrien's various transformations over the course of the series so far:

Rossi: Mister Bug

Bianca: Chat Blanc

Verdi: Aspik

We're just missing Chat Noir (could possibly will be the surname Nero, as it's Italian)

and Ephemeral (it's interesting to note that the surname Lee in Chinese can mean plum, which of course, is purple)

So naturally, my crack theory circles back to Lukadrien is endgame.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

{{{{{{Edit as of April 3, 2024.}}}}}

I will NOT be surprised if this girl with black hair in an extremely recognizable style is a disguise of another sister.

Is Lilamoth collecting blackmail to manipulate them later? She's very obviously walking disguised in areas where there would be lots of cameras (The inside of the Agreste mansion, and the hotel).

(Edit as of April 27, 2024!)

Now we know the synopsis of the London Special, I believe the disguises are to hide Lilamoth's tracks because she knows Maribug's identity. Bonus points if these girls were previous Ladybugs in past time lines that Lilamoth stole the identities of...

[[[Edit: May 4, 2024]]]

I think I found the names of the previous Ladybugs: Marina, Shone, and Mio. (Please enjoy a silly extremely rough draft of where I'd personally go with the show)

As for the rest of the spray paint on the walls, this mural is an actual feature of the Paris Catacombs:

And while I think that most of the other tags on the wall are functionally meaningless and just there for ambiance, I do find the 777-777 tag to be of note. 7 Ladybugs till Lilamoth's goal? What's the deal with the arrows and the floating away 3 7's? Are 3 already "gone"??? Fascinating stuff! My mind is reeling!

[Edit for May 6, 2024]

Possibly figured out the source of the lightning in the season 5 finale. For whatever reason it's not showing up in the tags lmfao tungle is a functional website

[jubilationsart]

You have 8 ferrets!!??!? What a DREAM plz I need to see pictures of all of them ;u;

Yea! They have their huge room too! HERE I GO IM GONNA START BRAGGING

Lemon. Our oldest. We got him from someone who needed to rehome him as they were moving to a place that doesn't allow pets. He's 7 years old now we believe. He's always been a lazy boy but he's also the boss of everyone and has the last say.

Puppy, aka Space Cadet Pizza Puppy. We got him from a girl who was gifted him but didn't know what to do with him. He's around 4 now. I swear he thinks he's people. He is a HUGE suck up, obsessed with us and a bit ridiculous. When we first got him, i had to lull him to calm down and sleep because he had no off button.

Nero, 3 years old. He's from Romania! We wanted healthy non-mill bred petstore ferrets and you can tell. He's stocky and big. Feels so much sturdier than Marshal (petstore/mill ferrets) ferrets, as do the rest of our ferrets I'm gonna list. He's our little demon. He likes to cause problems but is always funny about it.

Lottie, 3 years old also, she came along with Nero, but is from Hungary originally. She's very bossy and wants to mother everyone but it gets the others frustrated with her and she gets mad that they don't listen to her. She's out biggest stasher. She's more withdrawn than the others but loves to be held over the shoulder and stroked.

Warboy/Nux, he's 2 years old! He's from the UK and is an extremely sweet boy. Everything is funny to him. He does a huffy laugh noise if he's not dooking about something. My fave thing about him is his big doe eyes.

Whiskey, 3 years old, also from the UK along with Warboy. She's insanely short and squat for some reason lmao. Holding out her hand to clip her nails is a chore because she only has so much arm to stretch out! Shes fussy and her and lottie tends to butt heads on who is the boss girl. Other than that, she loves to be throw into bedding or chased and will dook loudly in excitement!

Ofelia, she's from the states. She's half angora and we just got her. I need better pics of her because she grew out her coat for winter. It's soooo pretty! She just never stays still. She's also a bit more withdrawn as she prefers a calmer environment but loves to play with the other ferrets or being a lap ferret. She turns into a warm pillow on your lap.

Quinn. We got her the same time as Ofelia. She's a year old. She's the great granddaughter of a ferret we had that passed away a bit ago. And we see a lot of her in Quinn, it's so sweet to see. She loves being cozy in hammocks and has the silliest wiggle dance when she wants you to chase her. She also tries to stash our hands.

[yandereend]

Hey :D I was the one who asked for the typical yandere king day. And that piqued my curiosity on one point: the king's children. All about them; the number of them, their gender, their personalities and the relationship with reader Ps: Take care of yourself, I have the impression that you are emotionally tired (I don't even know if that's a real expression) anyway, courage 💗💗

Yeah sure, thanks for your asks i love your ideas🩵

Yandere King‘s Sons

Tw: yandere stuff a bit stepcest if you squint your eyes

Please remember that English is not my native language 🙏

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Yandere king has two kids Aiden and nero

Aiden is the older at 17 and he was really attached to his mother the old queen

Nero is 16 and because he was second born he never received much attention from anyone

Yandere King is obsessed with you building a motherly bond with his sons, thats why locks you three together in a room while he works

Aiden was really confused at first especially since he didn’t see the young maid as a mother figure. Afterall your only 2 years older. He sees you more as friend, someone to confide in. But he is really grateful for that considering he doesn’t have a friend outside of his brother.

Nero hates Aiden.

Aiden has everything, their fathers love, the throne and he even was their mothers favorite. Nero is one of the most hated people in the whole castle. And all because he didn’t cry at his mothers funeral, 2 months later people still think he’s a freak for not feeling sad about their queen. But you. You don’t hate him you pity him, you feel bad for him. Staying in the same room with you for such a long time was amazing for him. He has really conflicted feelings about you cause he wants you to care for him like a mother would, but he also feels more. He wants you close. He hates seeing his father kissing you. He’s 22 years older and it’s disgusting. He is only 3 years younger than you. Would you love him if he was on the throne? Does he need power?! Does he need to kill the king and the heir?! He will. He would do everything for you just to hold you at night. But until his plan is ready he can cuddle you while his dad works and his brother works on his studies. Sadly he doesn’t see the scared look in your eyes when he talks about your future together.

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I hope you liked it🩵<3

Please let me know what I should write next and feel free to send asks🩵

[rottenpumpkin13]

Hey, @salternateunreality2 referred me to you (and birdblacksocialclub, who I'm also gonna ask for All The Thoughts) for a question I've got about Genesis in Crisis Core. I've just never really understood what's going on with him like, physically and metaphysically at the end. When Zack sets him down, he appears to no longer be degrading (at least in Reunion), like his hair is normal and his jacket isn't cracked. So did something heal him? The Goddess Materia? The grace of Minerva? But then like, something I read said he actually DIED? Did Deepground revive him (I have not played Dirge of Cerberus yet)?

Lol thank you in advance for your help.

I’m sorry I took so long to get back to you, but I’m SLOW and was fact checking what I knew so I didn’t give you misinfo lol.

Minerva healed him. Minerva is related to the planet’s consciousness, kind of like a form she uses to manifest to the rest of the world, so ultimately, the planet healed him. The exact how she healed him: for Genesis to have been healed, he would’ve needed to have been given Sephiroth’s cells since Sephiroth’s cells were (for lack of better terms) more complete, as opposed to how Genesis and Angeal were created in Project G (because the injection of the Jenova cells in the mother rather than the fetus like in Project S resulted in an unstable body). Sephiroth is long dead by the time Genesis reaches the lifestream, so the way it’s believed (this is not confirmed in canon btw) that Minerva healed him is by stabilizing his cells so that he’s not degrading anymore. Minerva doesn’t cure him completely, because for that to happen, she would’ve needed to take the Jenova cells out of his body, which isn’t possible. So Genesis still has his Jenova cells after he’s “cured.” This is why we see that he still has his wings in Dirge of Cerberus, which (timeline-wise) is the last installment in the series. I also want to note that Genesis’ cracked jacket was probably a creative choice to show that he was completely degrading, so when he’s back to normal when Zack brings him back up from the Banora underground, it’s meant to show that he’s been healed and no longer degrading.

When Genesis used the Goddess materia to power himself up, this is what causes Minerva to come to him, and we see that she’s not happy that he used the Goddess materia for something that didn’t align with his dreams. She sees that he hasn’t fulfilled his duty as a SOLDIER yet, so she rejects him from the lifestream and sends him back. You can say this is when he has the chance to prove himself now.

Genesis isn’t dead at the end. He seems to be unconscious (or at least semi-conscious enough to be dramatic and babble on about the gift of the Goddess lol). The two soldiers we see pick him up at the end are Nero and Weiss, two of the Tsviets from DEEPGROUND. DEEPGROUND is connected to Genesis because it was because of his degradation/evolution (this part is unclear to me, I’m sorry) that experimentation began. The Tsviets were spliced with Genesis’ genes. When they pick him up at the end, they take him back to DEEPGROUND, but Genesis refuses to join them, and that’s apparently when he seals himself away and goes to take his depression nap until the planet is in danger and needs him again.

It was revealed that the entire reason Genesis seals himself away is because he wants to wait for the planet herself to summon him for help, which is what happens at the end of Dirge of Cerberus when she summons him to fight against a greater threat, although we don’t know what that threat is because the series was never finished :/

[actuallysaiyan]

hiiii,

May I request the valentines day request with vergil sparda x f!reader (dmc5 version) with this prompt [Reader/Character writes their loved one a Secret Admirer’s note and tries to deliver it discreetly. They are caught by their loved one!]

Where reader writes vergil a love poem or a confession and tries to tuck it like under his room door but he happens to be heading towards it and catches her off guard? They are not in a relationship but reader has feelings for vergil and considered the idea of confessing through the letter because she is shy :^ anyways so they encounter and reader quickly retreats shyly to her room where vergil then comes up to her to confess after reading the letter? Could be SFW or NSFW after the last part.

Totally love your writing, feel free to ignore it a shorten it if it's too much.

Love ya, xo.

(Also if u don't mind I want to be anonymous because I'm shy and anxious sorry for that :">)

warnings: smut, love confessions, mentions of crying, Nero's mother is slightly mentioned, cunnilingus/oral sex(fem receiving) word count: 1.1k pairings: Vergil x Fem!Reader summary: you write a sweet love letter to Vergil and are so nervous about him finding it. when he does find it, he's so touched...he shows you his true feelings through actions.

You keep rereading those words on the page. Your hands are shaking. Though you know that you won’t be getting a response right away, even just the thought of sliding this love poem/confession under Vergil’s door was making you so nervous. You had thought about doing it this way for weeks. The eldest Sparda twin had very much caught your attention, and the only way to confess to him perfectly would be to write him a love poem. Sure, you were no William Blake, but you knew he’d appreciate the sentiment regardless. That was…if he felt the same way. If he didn’t feel that way about you, you’d have to quit your job as Dante’s secretary and run very far away from Devil May Cry.

With a deep breath, you get up from your bed. Vergil had been on a mission all morning and well into the afternoon. Coincidentally, that was the time it took you to really get the nerve to even begin writing this letter. It was beginning to eat at you too, especially as you continue to reread it and desperately want to make corrections. But you know it also comes from the heart and that means everything.

So you tiptoe across the floor and open your room door. You peer outside into the hallway, looking for signs of anyone. When you don’t see any flashes of white hair nor do you spot Lady, that’s when you make your move. You grasp the letter and you walk a little further down the hallway, finding Vergil’s room door.

It’s silent save for the beating of your heart and the rushing of blood in your ears. It’s so frightening because you have this sinking suspicion that he’s going to find your letter and he’s going to toss it away. He’ll probably laugh at your sad attempt to write the literary man some kind of pathetic poetry. He won’t even look at you anymore after this, prompting him to ask Dante to kick you out.

You almost lose your nerve again when you crouch down to slide the letter under the door. Just as you’re getting back up, you notice someone is in the hallway with you. As you turn around, you come face-to-face with the man in question. Vergil cocks an eyebrow when his gaze meets yours. Your heart nearly stops as you try to come up with the right thing to say.

“Can I help you with something?” He asks, a ghost of a smirk on his face.

You shake your head, “N-no…”

You scurry away; you feel like you could faint. This was all so intense and you couldn’t believe you actually slid the letter under the door. He was seconds away from reading your confession. Seconds away from reading the contents of your heart. You couldn’t even think straight as you managed to hide yourself in your room.

For a few moments, you dive right under the covers and hide from the world. You try to convince yourself that your blankets will shield you from the rejection that is sure to come from this. And it keeps you safe and hides your tears as you feel them sliding down your cheeks. You were almost certain that Vergil wouldn’t even be the slightest bit interested in you.

Oh but you were so wrong about that. Through time and perseverance, you managed to capture the heart of the eldest Sparda twin. Even the first time he met you, he thought you were the sweetest thing in this world. A ray of sunshine in the darkness that loomed in his heart. He had his eyes on you from the very beginning, something that made his brother tease him to no end. Yet, Dante had swore not to meddle in the love affairs of his twin.

Vergil found your letter immediately as he stepped into his bedroom. He opens it up and reads it, leaning against his now closed door. Tears well up in his eyes as he reads the beautiful poem. You had reached into his chest and stolen his heart. It was almost too much. He wasn't even sure if plain old words could even be considered good enough to tell you how he felt.

After a little while, he decided to just go talk to you. He was beginning to think maybe just being able to be open with one another could help. Vergil knocks on your door, and you’re startled. Was he coming to reject you? You take a deep breath once more and open the door for him. His eyes widen when he takes in the sight of you.

“I…I…” he starts, but can’t even continue.

You gasp as he pushes you into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. His large hands cup your face and he pulls you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever felt in your life. It’s soft and sweet, but there’s a lingering hunger in it. 

“My love,” he says between heated kisses. “Your words have ignited a fire in my heart.”

You gasp when you feel his large hand enveloping yours and placing it over his heart. You feel the way it races just for you. Then you two meet in another sweet kiss, but the hunger lingers in this one as well. He guides you towards the bed, and within too much fuss, he begins to undress you. It’s slow and passionate, and you don’t feel pressured at all.

He tenderly spreads your legs, watching you through hooded eyes. You’re so beautiful like this. The soft lighting of your room makes you look almost like a painting. He then leans in to kiss your lips once more, making you feel lightheaded and breathless. Your eyes meet his gaze and he smirks as he begins removing his gloves. Then you let out a soft moan as his bare hands massage your thighs.

“May I taste you, beloved?”

Your heart skips a beat, but you manage to squeak out a “yes”. Vergil smirks at you, but it’s a genuine smirk. Then he spreads your legs, lowering himself onto his stomach between them. The smell of you makes him a little dizzy as he leans in to taste you. The moment his tongue touches your folds, he knows he’s done for.

He’s not ready to let you go.

Long languid laps of his tongue from your hole to your clit have you squirming beneath him. His name falls from your lips in soft pants and desperate little mewls. Vergil has never felt more hard in his entire life. This was all new, and yet there was a familiarity to it all. He wonders how he could have ever pulled himself from Nero’s mother if this is what it was to pleasure her.

He manages to push those thoughts away and focus solely on you. Just the sight of you being pleasured was enough to make him grunt against your wet skin. Your whole body feels warm, your eyes are rolled back in your head and your chest heaves as you pant to catch your breath.

“You are mine, my darling. All mine.”

[hello-galad]

For your favourite FFVII character

1. Canon you outright reject

2. A canon or headcanon hill you will die on

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

HIIII! Thank you so much for the ask!

Ohi have so many favorites but my obvious top 1 is Vincent Valentine so here we go:

Canon you outright reject.

I have picked Dirge of Cerberus apart so many times because there's so many things I disagree with, specifically I think Vincent's crush on Lucretia derived from a promise he made to his dad about protecting her before Grimoire died. Lucretia never reciprocated but had a certain obsession with Vincent because he reminded him so much of Grimoire and in her head, she was responsible for Grimoire's death.

On that note, let Lucretia be unhinged. I refuse to accept she was this submissive, shy woman. She was one of the lead scientists of the Genova project! Let her be brilliant and have a fucked up sense of morality! Let her revive Vincent out of guilt but also because she wanted to see if the research Grimoire and her spend so much time on worked, and it did! Let her experiment on Vincent for the sake of science and her need to prove Grimoire's death was not in vain. Let Vincent's fucked up mind create a strange and not quite right version of her in his head that he faces and has to admit was wrong when he decides to let go. Let Lucretia be a human with objectives and goals that made her do things by herself beyond what the men in her life told her to! AHHHHHH!

Also I hc Vincent never slept with Lucretia, but there's a chance Sephiroth, Weiss and even Nero are his biological kids because Hojo (non-consensually) took his genetic material and threw it around like confetti because Vincent was the first experiment to be successful in 1) processing Jenova cells correctly and 2) Not dying. Although he could never figure out exactly what Lucretia did to achieve that (*cough* Chaos and company *cough*).

2. A canon or headcanon hill you will die on.

Chaos doesn't return to the planet after the events of DoC, but this time they have a better relationship with their host. Same goes with the others. Maybe Vincent is immortal and stays 27 forever and maybe he can or not decide when to die...

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

I think there's a lot of fucked up shit Hojo did to Vincent that his brain blocked out to preserve his psyche. I think Hojo treated him as an object, a test subject, that was his property before he was Shinra's, specially after Lucretia's "death".

For a while he blocked a lot of the things that Lucretia did to him as a test subject, too.

Do I think he remembers those things at some point with AVALANCHE? Yes, and its terrible for him so he sorts of puts it in the "not opening this now or ever" box in the back of his brain for a while but he eventually has to face it when recovering.

I think Cid helps him a lot with that. Sometimes Vincent can't even say out loud what happened to him in that basement but Cid makes sure to reassure him nothing Hojo did to him will make Cid leave or categorize Vincent as less than a human being deserving of happiness and respect.

I think that while Vincent has an almost Eidetic memory, there's a lot of things from his past when he was just Grimoire's son and then when he was Vincent of the Turks that he forgot about because of what he went through. But then one day AVALANCHE finds an antiques shop and Vincent sees a console phonograph and he remembers his mother (I hc she was a geologist) playing her favorite song and picking Vincent up to dance around the living room.

One day Cid gifts Vincent a polaroid camera and Vincent remembers when he would use Shinra equipment to take silly pictures of the other Turks instead of using them for surveillance.

Another day, when visiting the 7th Heaven for a reunion party, he walks to the old piano no-one knows how to play but Tifa used to dream about learning to play and just...starts playing. He plays the equivalent of Beethoven's Moonlight sonata's 3rd movement out of nowhere, claw and all, because he had forgotten besides learning how to shoot, his father was adamant Vincent had to learn to play an instrument perfectly to help his memory and coordination.

How about that time Vincent suddenly remembers his family was kinda nobility and super loaded and he's like "uh I think we used to have a mansion in Junon maybe we can find weapons and amunition in there?". And that is how Vincent finds Cerberus.

[danieyells]

Neros is Lyca's friend(???) that he wants to live with but Neros wouldn't let him live with him because he hadn't been getting along with humans I guess???? He wants to live with humans forever so he's gonna work real hard. ;u; Neros also knows Lyca's mother? So he told him what his birthday was because his mother wrote it down.

Also i said that Lyca doesn't like Ed but that may not be true, I think he just doesn't like that he flirts with him maybe? Because he says he wants to go on a walk with him when he can't sleep, and he keeps going to his room(and gets upset when he gets locked out.)

Lyca also likes Sho's food but since he doesn't know how to read he can't order from the food truck. Subaru usually takes him, but he realizes that you know how to read and you can do it instead. He also wants cafeteria food but since the teachers won't give him money he can't lol

OH LYCA DOES HAVE WOLF FEATURES BUT THEY ONLY COME OUT WHEN HE'S STARTLED OR LETS THEM OUT. There was a loud scary noise and his ears popped out and everyone got scared lol but on halloween he lets them out because Ed says it's okay on Halloween.

Also Lyca uses some names for other people that Rui uses(like "Harurin" for Haru and "Romi" for Romeo)

He says in spring there's a smell that smells kind of like the PC among all the flower smells? Maybe the person who suggested the PC will turn into the flower monster that cursed them was right. . . .

AWWWWWW ROMEO WANTED ONE OF LYCA'S DRAWINGS SO LYCA DREW A PICTURE FOR HIM????????? Lyca must be a really good artist because I can't imagine Romeo wanting something that looks bad. Do you think Lyca's one of those people who can make perfect copies of artwork and he's gonna have him make forgeries--

[sephirthoughts]

Vincent's New Kid Just Dropped CH 13: Deepground Flashback and Present Day, Sephiroth and Cid get a little screentime

RATING: this is a pretty teen-and-up chapter

WARNINGS: disgustingly fluffy family stuff, gratuitous reading of Loveless, Genesis being the world's best onii-chan, referenced torture, phantom pain, PTSD, Vincent being an old man, canon-typical Sephiroth sadness

HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY

brothers 🖤♥️🤍

also keep this outfit in mind

“Self-care is an essential life skill,” Genesis was saying, as he sat at the table, in Weiss and Nero’s room, gently pushing back Rosso’s cuticles, with a tool from the manicure kit he’d produced from a coat pocket. “We don’t groom and dress for others, but for ourselves. Even if you’re not going out, on a given day, you should take a little time to make yourself feel beautiful.” 

“I am not going out any day,” Rosso said disconsolately. “And I don’t care about feeling beautiful, I just want to kill things.”

“Well, live your truth, darling, but self-confidence is an essential battlefield tool. Good grooming habits are a foundational element of self-confidence. Even on the front lines, I always kept my manicure kit with me.”

Rosso appeared skeptical. “You really did?”

“Mn,” he nodded, as he smoothed the rough edges of her fingernails with the crystal emery board. “I consider it a necessary item for survival.”

“A necessary item for survival…” she repeated, gazing dazedly at her newly manicured hands.

When Genesis was satisfied that the girl’s nails were as good as they were going to get, he stowed the tools and zipped up the little case, which had obviously been custom made for him, with an ornate apple tree embossed in the red leather.

“You know what? I want you to have this,” he said, holding it out to Rosso. “You can use it to establish your own pre-slaughter self-care regimen.”

Rosso’s eyes went wide, and she glanced over at Nero and Weiss, who were paying no attention whatsoever. “Me? I can’t…I can’t take such a nice thing, from you.”

“Nonsense, I have a hundred manicure kits. I insist,” Genesis countered, pushing it firmly into her hands. Seeing that she was still hesitant, he added, in a softer tone, “Every girl deserves to have pretty things, little sister.”

That master stroke thoroughly conquered Rosso, who had never been spoken to so kindly, before, let alone received a gift from anyone. She accepted it without further protest, blushing nearly as red as the manicure kit, in her flustered state. “Thank you, b—brother.”

“Don’t mention it. Now then, I think it’s high time we…ahem.” Genesis planted his hands on his hips. “Little brothers? I do admire your unquenchable passion, but if you could remove your tongues from each other’s mouths for long enough to have a conversation, I’d be much obliged.”

“We can talk without our mouths,” Nero informed him, through the darkness link.

“But our sister can’t,” Genesis said aloud. “It is rude to exclude her.”

“They are watching. And listening,” Weiss replied.

“Are they indeed.”

Genesis stepped to the center of the room and scanned the area, quickly spotting the concealed cameras and listening devices, in addition to the openly visible ones. Then he wheeled about, smiled directly into the primary camera, in the ceiling above the door, and raised his middle finger, before he tossed out a sparking and snapping thundara burst. 

Rosso gasped and the two boys gave a jolt of surprise, as it struck the camera dead-on, and went crackling along precise and specific paths through the metal walls, instantly frying all the surveillance equipment, while leaving the lights and other systems intact.

“I do dislike being spied upon,” he sneered, dusting off his hands. “Now, tell me why the hell I can hear you two in my head. And why I get such a strong feeling, as if…I don’t know. As if we’re all actually blood related.”

“We don’t know, either,” Nero answered truthfully. “Weiss and me are half brothers, by our mother. We can talk to you in our heads because the darkness thinks we’re connected to you by blood. Rosso, too, but not as much as you. That’s why I can’t use it to talk to her, without hurting her. But it hasn’t ever thought anyone else is connected. Only us four.”

“Hm. You wouldn’t, by any chance, happen to have a parent from Banora, would you?” Genesis put forth.

Weiss shrugged. “Maybe. Our mother was a scientist here, but we don’t know anything else about her. She could have been from there.”

“I don’t know anything about my parents,” Rosso said, in answer to Genesis’ questioning look. “I only know I was born in Deepground.” 

“You were all born here, then. That makes sense for the three of you, but how do I fit into this little chain,” he mused, tapping his chin with a perfectly manicured finger. Then he shook his head, with a sigh. “Well, speculating isn’t solving anything. I shall have to do some digging around, on my own. I have a sneaking suspicion that behind this thread there will be a much bigger knot, to untangle.”

Weiss studied the young man surreptitiously, as he arched his back in a stretch, then carded his fingers absently through his auburn hair. 

His red coat and leather waist armor hung on the hook by the door, and he’d removed his gloves, before working on Rosso’s fingernails. Now, in only his sleeveless SOLDIER uniform top and trousers, it was suddenly apparent how very hard and muscular his body really was. 

His long, streamlined trench coat, with its black, scarab-wing epaulets, had a minimizing and slenderizing visual effect, on his tall frame. It was the opposite effect to Sephiroth’s huge, white pauldrons and exposed chest, which made his lean and agile frame appear bulkier and more imposing than it was. Sephiroth was almost half a foot taller than Genesis, and somewhat broader in the chest, but the two were actually fairly comparable, in terms of muscle mass.

If Genesis and Sephiroth were built like swordsmen, however, Weiss was built like a heavyweight boxer. He needed no creative costuming whatsoever, to make his body appear more tank-like. The researchers liked to say that all the boy had to do to gain muscle mass was eat and breathe, which was fairly close to the truth. 

“So, you want to fight Sephiroth,” Genesis said, sensing that he was being sized up. “How very amusing that will be. If he doesn’t just kill you, I mean.”

Wiess gave a snort. “Unlikely.”

An auburn eyebrow arched. “So confident. But take care it isn’t baseless arrogance. Remember, we trained together. I have sparred with him, on many occasions. Not to compliment him unduly, but I will tell you now, he is the strongest opponent I’ve ever faced. There is no way to describe him but…monstrous.”

“He is a monster because he is impure,” Weiss said, unconcernedly. “I am not. The corrupted can never triumph over the immaculate.”

Genesis squinted doubtfully. “Purity is a rather esoteric principle. I do hope that’s not all you’re basing your self-assurance on.”

“One way or another, I intend to defeat him. Is that a problem?”

“Please,” Genesis scoffed. “I would like nothing more than to see Sephiroth taken down a peg or two. His ascendancy has gone on quite long enough. But, you’ll have to forgive me for doubting your ability to do that. You may be naturally gifted, but he has years of experience in real, life and death combat.”

Weiss only smiled. “You doubt me because you’ve never fought me.”

“True enough. I suppose all will be revealed when I test you, tomorrow.”

“My brother is the strongest, you’ll see,” Nero put in, proudly, which made Genesis smile and ruffle his black hair.

Rosso said nothing, but quietly hoped Weiss was not making a serious miscalculation. She still wished he wouldn’t do this mad thing, but he was the leader and he’d made his decision. She had no choice but to trust him, and hope for the best. 

All that afternoon, no one came to see about the damaged surveillance equipment, and when the handlers delivered evening meals, they didn’t mention anything about it. Genesis imagined that Hojo was probably fuming, but he seemed to have an understanding with Weiss, and there was no way he was going to risk a full-scale disaster, at this point, by interfering with a bunch of teenaged weapons of mass-destruction, at their slumber party. 

Much later that evening, Rosso had gone back to her own quarters, leaving the other three to themselves. Genesis was seated on the bed, reading aloud to Nero, whose ink-black head was nestled in his lap, and to Weiss, who was snuggled up to him on the other side, with his snow-white head resting on his shoulder, gazing curiously at the first ink and paper book he’d ever seen in person. 

“There is no hate, only joy. For you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds. Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul. Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.”

“This isn’t a very nice story,” Nero grumbled, from his lap, rolling his shoulders with their bare brackets, since his metal wings were hanging on a rack on the wall.

“Not every part of a story can be nice, little one,” Genesis explained. “They’re a bit like life. If there’s nothing sad or bitter in them, how can we fully appreciate the sweet parts?” 

“Hmph,” was all Nero said in response.  

Genesis chuckled and petted his head, then returned to reading. 

Despite Nero’s initial grouchy declaration, both boys eternally endeared themselves to the famous SOLDIER, that evening, by listening attentively, through the entirety of the meandering and abstruse narrative, all the way to the end. Even Sephiroth had only done so once, in all their long acquaintance, and he’d fallen asleep halfway through.

“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey; in my own salvation, and your eternal slumber. Legend shall speak of the sacrifice at world’s end. The wind sails over the water’s surface, quietly, but surely.”

As he wrapped up his reading, Genesis heard a sniffle and looked up from the book. He was astonished to find Weiss wiping away tears, from his silver-blue eyes. 

Weiss saw that his unwonted display of emotion had been noticed and scowled sullenly. “The end is too sad. I don’t like it.”

“But it hasn’t ended, yet,” Genesis pointed out. “How do you know it’ll be sad?”

“What do you mean? There’s no more written, after that. The pages are blank.”

“That is one of the most intriguing things about this work. It was either left unfinished by the original author, or that part of the text hasn’t been discovered yet. Who can say what the ending will be?”

“It doesn’t matter if we don’t have it written out. I know it’ll be sad,” Weiss maintained. “The end will be about sacrifice. That’s the theme, the whole way through. Even if the world is saved, someone will have to die saving it.”

Genesis tilted his head. “And that makes you sad?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Weiss paused, struggling to clearly frame his ideas. “Because…only someone who deserves to live would give up their life for the world’s sake. Tragedy is inherent in the very act of heroism. It makes me sad that someone so strong and brave has to die, to save all the weak, undeserving people, who will never know, and never appreciate it.”

“Hm. You are very astute,” Genesis remarked. “It takes most people much longer to decipher the themes in this work. But, might it not be the case, that true heroism lies in self-sacrifice, for its own sake, without expectation of recognition or reward?”

“Maybe, but that only happens in fantasy. I would never sacrifice myself or my brother, for the world’s sake. Even if we didn’t deserve life, I’d take it for us, with my own hands, and destroy anyone and anything that stood in the way.”

Genesis smiled archly. “I think, little brother, that would make you a villain.”

“I’ll be the best villain, then,” Wiess declared staunchly. “Being a hero sounds stupid, anyway.”

By way of reply, Gensis laughed aloud and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek.

It was the first time anyone but Nero had dared to so boldly assail his person. Weiss was startled by the gesture, but found that he didn’t exactly dislike it. No, in fact, he rather liked it.

He nuzzled his head back into the crook of Genesis’ neck, to conceal the color that had risen in his cheeks, and mentally added him to the list of people who were allowed to touch him in a familiar way. It was now up to a grand total of two.

Nero, meanwhile, not wanting to be left out, sat up and presented his face for a kiss, too, which was duly granted. Neither of the boys had any way of knowing that this was the most affectionate Genesis Rhapsodos had ever been, with anyone. Including his own parents.

That night, the three newfound brothers talked and debated and laughed, well into the small hours, and eventually fell asleep together, in the narrow bed. Three heads lined up on the pillows, white, black, and red, with little Nero in the middle, safely enclosed in the arms of Weiss and Genesis.

Some time in the early morning, Sephiroth appeared silently, to check in on Nero. There he still stood, as the indigo sky lightened with the approaching dawn, gazing down at something, with a strange expression in his catlike eyes.

On the bed, his little half-brother was sleeping peacefully, in the arms of their father, who was also fast asleep. Two pale, beautiful faces, in repose, so like to his own and yet so unlike. 

Sephiroth had never dared to touch his biological father. Never dared to reach out, to ask for anything, to make even the slightest nuisance of himself, for fear of shattering the uneasy peace, in which he was somehow allowed to remain here, with his infant sister. 

But his brother, who had done nothing but kick and curse, and make his detestation of the whole household loudly known…he was embraced. Held. Soothed and comforted. Nero was treated like Vincent’s son, while Sephiroth was little more than a lonely specter, haunting this happy home. 

They were wary of him, he knew, and viewed all his actions through a lens of suspicion, because of what he’d done. It would be useless to explain that he had been out of his mind, possessed by that creature, and deceived into committing atrocities. The atrocities remained committed. Innocent people were still dead. Exculpating his own guilt would help no one and repair nothing. 

Ironic, that they should fear him, having no idea that the most dangerous man on the planet spent every moment paralyzed with fear, of being cast out from among the only family he’d ever had. Of being cut off from humanity, left to drift through existence, alone and untethered. To become a real ghost, and eventually to fade away.

His entire body and soul ached with longing to be embraced by his father as well, but that was foolishness. He needed no such coddling, he reminded himself. He was a grown man and Nero was a child. Younger than Cloud, by several years.

His cold, flickering body warmed and became more tangible, at the thought of his fiery-tempered and sharp-tongued darling. The only one who had held on, through the madness, and refused to let go of the man.

Cloud was all he needed. Cloud’s love was more than enough to keep him alive. He didn’t need his father’s love, as well. That would just be childish greediness. Tacit acceptance of his presence was all he could hope for. It was far more than he deserved.

Like a little alarm clock, always set to the same time, he sensed Ollie begin to stir, and knew that it was six-fifteen on the dot. With one more lingering glance at his sleeping father and brother, he vanished into purple-black vapor, to retrieve the warmed bottle from the kitchen, and begin his daily tasks. Quietly attending to the things that would otherwise lie neglected, in a house full of men.

“Yeah, I seen ‘em, plenty of times. Usually they’re bein’ used to couple old tech to new tech, where there ain’t compatible connectors.”

It was a little past noon, and Vincent had come to find Cid, in his workshop, out back.

“Newer OS uses a emulator program to talk to the old tech and make it all synch up.” Cid ran a hand back through his hair, giving a shudder as he recalled the metal brackets in Nero’s back, surrounded by deep, ugly scars. “I guess hookin’ up a human body to a machine is pretty close to the same principle, but…god damn. You’d have to be a sick fuckin’ bastard to do that shit to a kid.”

“Can you do anything?” Vincent asked. 

“Don’t know. Maybe. There any way to find his wings?”

Vincent shook his head. “They were obliterated with everything else. I wish I’d known this would be an issue. I’d have been more careful not to leave them behind.”

“Only other way would be to get into Deepground’s system and look for files or anything that might have info on the design.” 

“We should contact Reeve, then. He downloaded Deepground’s entire database, wanting to study its AI program. If there is anything about the prosthesis, he’ll have it.”

“Oh great, he’s studyin’ the fuckin’ AI. Just what the world needs more of,” Cid grumbled, as he lit a cigarette. 

Vincent tilted his head to one side. “What’s wrong?” 

“I just…I don’t get how ya can be so calm about this, Vince,” Cid answered, blowing out a plume of blue-white smoke. “That’s your kid in there, out of his mind and in constant pain, ‘cause of some monstrous shit Shinra did to his body, without—” He broke off and looked away, clearing his throat. “Sorry. Sometimes I…I let myself forget they did that same shit to you. If I didn’t, I’d be angry all the goddamn time.”

“You are angry all the time,” Vincent said affectionately. 

“But like, even more angry all the time.”

“Thank you for worrying about Nero. I know he hasn’t been easy to deal with.”

“He’s your son, baby. You’re my husband, so that makes him my family, too. That’s the deal. That’s what marriage is.”

Vincent only answered with a stiff nod, but Cid was well aware that in Vincent-language, that meant he was suppressing some strong emotion, that he was unable or unwilling to express, at that moment. That worked out fine for Cid, because it usually meant he’d express it later, in private, which was bound to be a lot more fun.

Unable to help himself, he hooked an arm around his husband’s narrow waist and pulled him closer. Vincent’s long hair hung loose and free, half over his face, and he had his red headband on, like usual, but he’d started wearing more ‘normal’ clothing at home, which today took the form of a red v-neck, haphazardly embellished with a number of inexplicable and completely unnecessary zippers, and with a long, frayed and torn hem (all of which made it look suspiciously like his cloak). 

His clothing items almost always featured similar signs of damage, despite the fact that he’d created them himself, in the moment, and it was literally impossible for them to have collected wear and tear. Same with his faded, black jeans, which were slashed all over like they’d been in a knife fight. He looked a hell of a lot like one of those guys on the rock’n’roll posters, in the 80s, come to think of it.

“Hey babe, y’ever listen to Guns N’ Roses?”

“No. I assume it’s a musical group?” Vincent ventured. “Rock’n’roll, from the sound of it?” 

Cid snorted with laughter. “Fuck…you’re such an old man. They’re only one of the most famous bands of all time. Hottest shit goin’ in the 80s and 90s.”

“I spent the 80s and 90s sleeping in a coffin, under Shinra Manor.”

“Ain’t no excuse for cultural illiteracy, Vinnie. Specially since ya look just like one of them rock’n’roll dudes.”

“No, they look like me,” Vincent scowled. “I’ve looked like this for thirty years.”

“Mm, true. Who knows, maybe Axl Rose wandered into the basement and saw ya sleepin’, and it inspired the fashion of a whole generation.”

“Hmph. Axl Rose is an absurd stage name.” 

“That’s his real name, sugar dumplin’.” Cid searched up a picture of the band on his phone and held it up for Vincent to look at. 

“Oh. That does look rather like me,” Vincent admitted. “Does he also wear his headband to conceal a scar?”

“Maybe. I never seen him without one.”

“Cid…why did you say the person who attached Nero’s wings would have to be a sick bastard? I understand it’s gruesome, but we’ve seen many such things. You seem especially upset by it.”

Cid hesitated. “It’s cause…in order for the nerves to be spliced in right, they’d have to do it without anesthetic, and keep him awake, the whole time.” 

Vincent’s black brows drew together. “Oh. I see.”

“I’ve seen a lotta shit, but never anything that fucked up. Fact the kid lived through it is…I can’t decide if it was a miracle or a cruel joke.” 

“It was Chaos. His regenerative factor comes from the darkness. I wouldn’t call it regeneration, so much as indestructibility. More like my body, than a SOLDIER’s. But he does feel pain, normally. If he is like me, he does.”

The mood was growing heavy, so Cid changed tracks, to lighten things up. “Since we’re on the topic, you think you got a lot more kids lurkin’ around, out there?”

“There’s no way to tell,” Vincent said, shaking his head. “My DNA was taken and used without my knowledge. But, knowing Hojo, I somehow doubt Sephiroth and Nero were the only ones. He liked to have backups. The question is, whether any others survived.”

“If so, we’re gonna need more space. And, even if Seph and Nero are the only ones, Ollie’s gonna grow outta that nursery pretty quick. So, I was thinkin’…maybe it’s time we started fixin’ up the old Valentine property.”

“You hate that place,” Vincent objected. “You called it a creepy Dracula castle and said even ghosts would be afraid to haunt it.”

“I stand by that. Didn’t see any ghosts, there, did ya? Point proved.”

“I don’t think that’s logically sound.”

“The point is, ain’t no sense in just lettin’ it sit there gettin’ dustier and creepier. ‘Sides, it’s your family’s home, ya know? Wouldn’t it be nice to have it all cleaned up? Just in case?”

Vincent very nearly smiled. “Of course. Just in case.”

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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Eight

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Eight: Aboard the Narada

Summary: Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) go up against Nero and the Narada.

            After it took some time for Spock to return, (Y/N) did get up to check on him. They knew he might be with his parents, but they needed to check on him—they couldn’t just wait around if he wasn’t alright.

            Knowing where he’d go for peace, quiet, and calm to compose himself, (Y/N) walked to Spock’s cabin. They knocked on the door and called, “Spock?”

            “You may enter,” said Spock, and (Y/N) pressed the button to slide the door open.

            They stepped inside and found Spock sitting at his desk, readings and charts in front of him. He was already attempting to work.

            “How are you doing, Spock?” said (Y/N), walking to his side.

            “I am plotting a course that would hide the Enterprise behind a moon near Celia. Nero wouldn’t be able to sense us, and we could beam aboard as long as the drill is not activated,” said Spock.

            “That’s a good plan, Spock, but that’s not what I meant,” said (Y/N). Spock stilled, and (Y/N) sighed. They reached out and turned his chair so that he faced them. “Kirk provoked you into showing emotion. I know that you dislike it. So, I’m asking, how are you doing?”

            “I am…better,” said Spock. “I have composed myself. My Father and Mother are quite considerate.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “I’m glad you have them.” They reached out and squeezed Spock’s shoulder. “And Spock, I want you to know that I don’t see you differently.” They smiled encouragingly. “I would never make you express your feelings, but I also don’t judge. What happened wasn’t your fault, and your reaction wasn’t your fault, either, other than the violence. But you’re still Spock. And that’s what matters.”

            Spock reached up and touched (Y/N)’s forearm, close to their hand. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

            “Of course, Spock.” (Y/N) tilted their head. “Now, are you ready to head back to the Bridge?”

            Spock stood and nodded, but his hand continued to rest on (Y/N)’s arm. “I am.” He only let go when they stepped outside of the room.

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            “From there, as long as the drill is not actiwated, we can beam aboard the enemy ship,” said Chekov, finishing his explanation of the same idea Spock had come up with as he and (Y/N) stepped onto the Bridge.

            “Aye, that might work,” said Scotty.

            “Wait a minute, kid, how old are you?” said Bones.

            “Seventeen, sir,” said Chekov.

            He’s good for his age, thought (Y/N).

            “Oh, good, he’s seventeen,” muttered Bones.

            “Doctor, Mister Chekov is correct,” said Spock, stepping forward. Everyone’s eyes went to him, but he didn’t react, and (Y/N) stood next to him confidently. “I can confirm his telemetry. If Mister Sulu is able to maneuver us into position, I can beam aboard Nero’s ship, steal back the black hole device, and, if possible, bring back Captain Pike.”

            “I won’t allow you to do that, Mister Spock,” said Kirk.

            “Romulans and Vulcans share a common ancestry. Our cultural similarities will make it easier for me to access the ship’s computer to locate the device,” said Spock.

            “I’m coming, too,” said (Y/N). Kirk and Spock’s eyes went to them in alarm, but they put their hands on their hips. “He’s going for Celia, my home. I need to stop him. And my empathy will give us an edge.”

            Spock clearly wanted to say something, but Kirk nodded and honored the decision. “Alright, but I’m coming with you two.”

            “I would cite regulation, but I know you will simply ignore it,” said Spock wryly.

            “See, we are getting to know each other,” said Kirk, patting him on the shoulder.

            They had a plan.

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            “Transporter Room,” said Sulu over the comms. “We are in position.”

            The Enterprise had finally arrived, and, luckily, Nero had not begun his destruction of Celia. Unfortunately, they had very little time left to act.

            “Really? Fine job, Mister Sulu,” said Scotty, programming the Transporter. “Well done.”

            “How are we, Scotty?” asked Kirk.

            “Unbelievably, we’re ready,” said Scotty cheerfully.

            Kirk nodded and leaned into the communicator. “Whatever happens, Mister Sulu, if you think you have the tactical advantage, you fire on that ship, even if we’re still onboard. That’s an order.”

            Spock and (Y/N) nodded behind him. They understood the gravity of the situation.

            “Yes, sir,” said Sulu.

            “Otherwise, we’ll contact the Enterprise when we’re ready to be beamed back,” said Kirk.

            “Good luck,” said Sulu.

            Kirk stopped the communications and stepped onto the Transporter Pad with (Y/N) and Spock.

            “You two ready?” asked Kirk.

            “Yes,” said Spock.

            “As I can be,” said (Y/N).

            “Okey-dokey, then,” said Scotty. “If there’s any common sense in the design of the enemy ship, I should be putting you somewhere in the cargo bay. There shouldn’t be a soul in sight.”

            “Energize,” ordered Kirk.

            The three dematerialized.

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            They rematerialized in a large, exposed area that was decidedly not a cargo hold. Instantly, several Romulans spotted them and shouted in Romulan. They grabbed phasers and fired at the trio. (Y/N), Kirk, and Spock ducked behind several boxes and pieces of machinery. The Starfleet officers pulled out their own phasers and shot back. Luckily, although the firefight was adrenaline-inducing, Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) were the better shots and either killed or incapacitated their opponents (though not before one alerted Nero to their presence).

            “That one’s still alive,” murmured (Y/N), gesturing to a fallen Romulan. “Spock, you get the information from him.”

            “We’ll cover you,” said Kirk.

            “Are you certain?” said Spock.

            “Yeah, we’ve got you,” said (Y/N).

            Spock darted forwards towards the Romulan while Kirk and (Y/N) kept their phasers at the ready. Preparing for the Mind Meld, Spock placed his fingers on the Romulans temple, and (Y/N) and Kirk crouched beside him warily. Another Romulan snuck up while Spock closed his eyes, but Kirk shot him.

            “Do you know where it is? The black hole device?” asked Kirk.

            “And Captain Pike,” said Spock, opening his eyes.

            (Y/N) let out a breath of relief that Pike was still alive. Spock led the way through the ship, and all three kept their phasers up, alert to any approaching enemy. (Y/N) in particular pushed away Kirk’s emotional aura to focus on any sign of Romulans.

            Little did they know that far below them, the drill had begun to dig into Celia, and the Celians were running in fear to try to save their planet. The Enterprise needed to act soon.

            Spock, Kirk, and (Y/N) came to a halt in front of the jellyfish-like ship that contained the black hole device.

            “I thought the device was the Romulans’,” murmured (Y/N). “But this looks stolen.”

            “Who knows,” said Kirk, a flash of nervousness going through his aura. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes but followed him onto the ship.

            “I foresee a complication,” said Spock as they entered. “The design of this ship is far more advanced than I’ve anticipated.”

            “Maybe it’ll have some sort of automation,” said (Y/N), frowning.

            “Voice print and face recognition analysis enabled,” said the computer’s voice suddenly. “Welcome back, Ambassador Spock, Ambassador (Y/N).”

            “Wow, that’s weird,” said Kirk evasively, moving onward.

            Spock and (Y/N) exchanged a look. Something was going on right beneath their nose.

            “Computer, what is your manufacturing origin?” said Spock.

            “Stardate 2387. Commissioned by the Vulcan Science Academy,” said the computer.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms. The future. And Kirk had kept the knowledge hidden.

            The pair followed Kirk into the cockpit, and Spock attempted to confront him.

            “It appears that you have been keeping important information from us,” said Spock.

            “You’re going to be able to fly this thing, right?” said Kirk, ignoring the question. (Y/N), by this time, had realized he wasn’t going to answer anything.

            “Something tells me I already have,” said Spock.

            “Good luck, Spock,” said (Y/N), reaching out to touch his arm. “Live long and prosper.”

            Spock gazed back at them fondly and nodded. He knew they needed to go with Kirk to find Pike and help with any psychological damage, but it still frustrated him to put them into harm’s way without him with them.

            “Live long and prosper, (Y/N),” said Spock.

            (Y/N) stepped out of the cockpit.

            “Good luck,” said Kirk, turning to leave.

            “Jim,” said Spock. “The statistical likelihood that our plan will succeed is less than 4.3%.”

            “It will work,” said Kirk.

            “In the event that I do not return…” said Spock. “Please tell Lieutenant (L/N)—”

            “Spock.” Kirk gazed at Spock with firm intensity. “It’ll work.” He turned and left.

            Spock sat down on the captain’s chair, and it spun and lifted into the air. “Fascinating.” He gripped the steering wheel. It was time to finish the plan and take down Nero before he could destroy Celia.

            Spock took off.

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            (Y/N) and Kirk crept through the corridors of the Narada until they spotted Nero himself on a raised platform captaining the ship. Holding their phasers tightly, they walked forward. Nero turned and stared at them, eyes cold but aura full of scathing rage.

            Kirk raised his phaser. “Nero, order your men to disable the drill, or I will—”

            “Captain!” (Y/N) pushed him out of the way as another Romulan jumped out of the shadows, his emotions coming out from the cloud of Nero’s a moment before he attacked.

            They tried to block it, but the Romulan swung hard with the butt of his gun, and (Y/N)’s phaser fell off the walkway, down hundreds of meters below. Kirk stumbled and raised his phaser, but the Romulan’s strength barreled into Kirk and sent him flying. Lacking phasers, (Y/N) and Kirk scrambled back. Already, though, the Romulan was raising the phaser. Nero let out a roar of anger and ran towards them. (Y/N) flinched at the burn of his fury against their skin.

            Nero grabbed (Y/N) by the shirt and raised them up.

            “(L/N)!” said Kirk, but the other Romulan hit him with the phaser again to keep him down.

            “I know your face from Celian history,” sneered Nero.

            He threw them back, and they hit the walkway hard. He dragged them up and punched them. (Y/N) grunted, but they grabbed his arm and let fear flash through him. Nero let out a cry and let go. The sudden emotion was overwhelming, and (Y/N) panted as they tried to pull themself away while he recovered.

            Nero lunged towards them again, and (Y/N) rolled to the side. He reached out and dragged them back, careful to restrain their arms.

            “(Y/N) (L/N) is considered quite the empath,” he sneered. “Went far in life. Got the Crown of Radiance.” One hand moved to (Y/N)’s throat. “But that was another life. A life I will deprive you with.”

            “(L/N)!” shouted Kirk, trying to keep them focused as the edges of their vision blurred without air.

            “Captain Nero,” alerted a lieutenant in Romulan. Nero’s head jerked up. “The Vulcan ship has been taken. The drill has been destroyed.”

            “Spock,” spat Nero. His eyes went back to (Y/N). His grip tightened. “I’m going to kill you…I wanted to punish you, too, but at least this way I’ll really wrench his heart from his body. Your death with destroy him.”

            The threat towards Spock refocused (Y/N), and in a surge of their own anger, they lifted a heavy leg and kicked Nero. Not expecting it, he jerked back from them, and (Y/N) coughed to regain their breath.

            Getting to their feet, they stumbled away from him, and Nero narrowed his eyes, moving to take a step towards them.

            “Captain, the Vulcan is escaping!” alerted his lieutenant.

            Nero let out an angry growl, turning and jumping to the platform to direct guns and artillery instead of fighting against Kirk and (Y/N). In his mind, it wasn’t like they had a chance on his ship under his men’s surveillance.

            “Spock! I should have killed you when I had the chance,” spat Nero after opening the channel to the Vulcan ship.

            “I hereby confiscate this illegally obtained ship and order you to surrender your vessel,” said Spock, logical as ever.

            It infuriated Nero, and (Y/N) let out a laugh, joyous that Spock had saved Celia and was still angering Nero. They loved a brilliant man.

            “That ship, take it out!” shouted Nero.

            “Sir, if you ignite the red matter, you will destroy—”

            “I want Spock dead now!”

            Missiles sped after Spock, but he moved into warp. (Y/N) smiled. He had gotten a hold on steering the futuristic ship.

            “He went into warp, sir.”

            “Go after him!” Nero was a flame of anger standing before his men.

            “Yes, sir.”

            (Y/N) and Kirk exchanged a glance. Nero was focused on Spock. That meant less trouble for them. They slowly stood, and the Romulan guard eyed them warily. He took a step towards them, but (Y/N) and Kirk launched themselves from the platform and landed on another walkway far below. Kirk nearly slid off the side, and (Y/N) grabbed him to haul him up. The guard landed behind them and scoffed at them.

            “Your species are weaker than I expected,” he sneered.

            (Y/N) spun from their crouching-position on the floor and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the ground, and Kirk grabbed his phaser.

            “Sure, but we’ve survived this far,” said Kirk. He fired.

            (Y/N) looked around. “We should find Pike before Nero looks for us again.”

            “Right,” said Kirk.

            As they ran according to Spock’s previous information, they heard firing and shots outside. Undoubtedly, the Enterprise had entered the fray, and Nero had caught up with Spock. They had precious few minutes left.

            Kirk and (Y/N) came upon a platform with a row of dentist-like chairs. Laying in one, Pike looked worse for wear. Kirk shot the guard before he saw them, and he and (Y/N) quickly moved to Pike’s side.

            “What are you doing here?” groaned Pike.

            “Following orders,” said Kirk, unstrapping him.

            “Here, Captain,” said (Y/N), reaching out and touching his arm.

            Pike let out a sigh as (Y/N) focused intently on the sensation of his pain—harder to manipulate since much less of a feeling—to alleviate his agony.

            “Thank you, (L/N). That’s enough,” said Pike, trying to push them away. “Don’t take so much onto your shoulders.”

            “I’m fine, sir,” said (Y/N), but they obeyed and let go.

            In an instant, Pike grabbed the phaser from Kirk and fired upon several Romulans approaching. Despite his exhaustion, he would fight to the end. That was the type of Captain he was.

            Kirk blinked in surprise and quickly helped him down from the chair. (Y/N) took a phaser from the fallen Romulans and tossed another to Pike. They were ready in case anyone else approached.

            Pulling out the communicator, Kirk said, “Enterprise, now.”

            White light swirled around them, and they began to dematerialize. On the Vulcan ship, Spock followed suit due to the order to Scotty in the Transport Room. However, despite his disappearance, the ship—containing red matter—continued its course towards the Narada.

            Nero watched as Spock’s ship slammed into his own as he lost. He let out a furious scream.

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            Spock, (Y/N), Kirk, and Pike rematerialized in the Enterprise together.

            “Great timing, Scotty!” said Kirk, supporting Pike.

            “I’ve never beamed four people from two targets onto one pad before!” said Scotty, exhilarated.

            “Spock, you’re alright!” said (Y/N).

            “(Y/N),” breathed Spock, nearly expressing his relief.

            Unable to help themself, (Y/N) hugged Spock. Equally adrenaline-filled from nearly crashing into the Narada, Spock hugged them back. The two held each other tightly, relieved to be alive and together once more, victorious against Nero.

            “Jim!” said Bones, running into the room to help.

            “Bones!” said Kirk, glad to see his friend.

            (Y/N) and Spock separated and looked at Pike as Bones helped support him. Two other medical officers began scanning Pike, and (Y/N) and Spock watched him be guided out.

            “That was pretty good!” said Scotty, but everyone was already running out to either get to Medbay or the bridge. He pouted.

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            Grinning in relief, Chekov reported on the situation as Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) entered the Bridge. “Captain, the enemy ship is losing power. Their shields are down, sir.”

            “Hail them now,” said Kirk, focused.

            “Yes, sir,” said Uhura, opening up communications to the breaking Narada.

            As the channel was opened, the red matter began to explode into a singularity within the Narada. The danger for the Enterprise and its crew wasn’t over, either. But Kirk was doing the honorable thing and offering to save the Romulans’ lives. That was the type of captain he was.

            Nero’s face appeared on the shaky communication channel. The exploding Narada and black hole made up a crisis of a background.

            “This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise,” said Kirk with (Y/N) and Spock beside him. “Your ship is compromised—too close to the singularity to survive without assistance, which we are willing to provide.”

            Spock turned around and whispered over his shoulder, “Captain, what are you doing?”

            “Showing them compassion may be the only way to earn peace with Romulus,” murmured Kirk. “It’s logic, Spock. I thought you’d like that.”

            “No, not really. Not this time,” said Spock. He was fine with letting Nero die.

            “Well, at least (L/N) will think it’s diplomatic. That’s one of their specialties,” said Kirk.

            “I don’t negotiate with terrorists,” said (Y/N).

            Kirk winced. These two made quite the pair.

            “I would rather suffer the end of Romulus a thousand times,” spat Nero in response to Kirk’s offer. “I would rather die in agony than accept assistance from you.

            Kirk’s gaze was firm as it landed on Nero. He had made his offer; Nero had rejected. There was nothing more to do.

            “You got it,” said Kirk. The viewscreen shut off. Kirk turned away, and (Y/N) and Spock took their stations. “Arm phasers,” he ordered. “Fire everything we have.”

            “Yes, sir,” said Sulu.

            The Enterprise fired all of its phasers as long as it cut, cutting the Narada to pieces as the two halves cleaved by the black hole were pulled within. As the Enterprise crew watched, the squid-shaped ship disappeared into the singularity. The Narada, Nero, and his crew were gone.

            But there was no peace. The black hole was already pulling on the Enterprise, and a large red warning flashed on the viewscreen.

            “Sulu, let’s go home,” commanded Kirk.

            “Yes, sir,” said Sulu, punching into the computer.

            The Enterprise turned and tried to fly away, even as the singularity’s gravitational field pulled at it.

            “Why aren’t we at warp?” asked Kirk.

            “We are, sir,” said Sulu.

            “Kirk to Engineering, get us out of here, Scotty!” said Kirk.

            “You bet your ass, Captain!” said Scotty over the comms. “Captain, we’re caught in the gravity well. It’s got us!”

            “Go to maximum warp!” said Kirk.

            “I’m giving her all she’s got, Captain!” said Scotty.

            But the Enterprise was just falling closer to the black hole. Cracks from the pressure exploded up the sides of the Bridge, and the ship shook. Everyone tensed, and Spock and (Y/N)’s eyes went to one another to check on each other.

            “All she’s got isn’t good enough!” said Kirk. “What else you got?”

            “Okay, if we eject the core and detonate, the blast could be enough to push us away,” said Scotty, making a crazy suggestion. “I cannot promise anything, though.”

            “Do it, do it, do it!” shouted Kirk as the cracks spread.

            Scotty obeyed and ejected the core. The pieces of it fell into space towards the singularity. Scotty squeezed his eyes shut and detonated. A large explosion of silver light and energy went off behind them. A wave of pure power spread out from the center and surged over the Enterprise.

            The ship shook, and everyone held on to their seats for dear life as they surfed the wave of explosive energy. Spock and (Y/N) instinctively reached out and steadied one another protectively.

            The Enterprise was propelled out of the pull of the singularity, shaky but intact. Instantly, they were flying away as fast as they could go, and a sigh of relief went up in all quarters. Spock and (Y/N) let go of one another as Kirk turned and looked back at them. He smirked, and they avoided his gaze.

            Kirk began to laugh as the adrenaline continued to course through him, and his grin refused to be wiped away. They were alive. At the console, Sulu began to smile, and Chekov let out a chuckle. Slowly, smiles and relieved joy at being alive spread through the bridge, and (Y/N) let out a laugh as the soft warmth of happiness washed over them. After so long without it, it was rejuvenating even to feel others’ joy.

            “We’re alive,” said (Y/N), leaning back in their chair. “We’re alive, Spock.”

            He smiled ever-so-slightly and gazed at them. “We are.”

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[icycoldninja]

Hello! I'm wondering if you could write the Sparda Boys + Lady (If you write for her, feel free to ignore if you don't) with a Dhampir S/O?

I don't do Lady but I do write for the boys. Enjoy 💜

Sparda boys + V x Dhampir Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is amazed. He's the spawn of a demon and a human, and you're the child of a human and a vampire? So cool.

-Won't stop bombarding you with questions regarding your abilities like an overly curious child.

-Will challenge you to duels and races to see if your Dhampire strength and speed can outmatch his demonic stamina.

-Constantly testing your senses of smell and sight by doing stupid things like dropping a pin in the middle of the road at 2:00 AM to see if you could hear it, or by taping really tiny notes to trees outside to see if you can see them.

-Has absolutely no problem being your living blood bank, to be leeches off of whenever you need it.

-He'll extend his arm, leg, and even neck to you. It doesn't matter, Dante will let you drink from him anywhere, for as long as you need. He loves the feeling of being drained dry. Don't read into that

■ Vergil ■

-Quite impressed, as Dhampirs have a great deal of POWER.

-Wants to test your strength in every way possible, from arm wrestling to actual, physical wrestling in which you end up suplexing each other onto the floor.

-Sword duels are also common, during which your true strength is displayed. It's exhilarating, finding a good match, and as a result, duels become as commonplace as your daily workouts.

-Your heightened senses are a boon during devil hunting missions since you can sense them anywhere, no matter what they may be doing.

-Has absolutely no qualms about you feeding on him since he secretly enjoys it. The man will never admit it, but he can't get over the feeling of having your fangs sink into his flesh.

-Bonus points if you bite him on the neck. It makes him feel like you're in a cheesy Wattpad vampire-romance story where he's the lovestruck human and you're the baddie vampire.

□ Nero □

-Nero was honestly scared at first. He always thought of vampires as mythical creatures (ironic, given his dad and uncle are half demons) and never thought he'd end up dating the child of one. But here you are in all your spooky glory.

-Looks up Dhampir on Wikipedia (like I did lol) and asks you questions to see if their information is true. If it isn't, he logs in and changes the page.

-Takes you on devil hunting missions so you can help him beat up demons with your remarkable strength. After seeing you in action, Nero has to admit, you're almost stronger than him. Almost.

-Is very curious to see if you can turn into a bat.

-Is also astounded when he learns you feed on blood, but doesn't want to be your personal blood bank. It's not that he's afraid, no, it's just the thought of having another part of his body ripped away from him is stressing, to say the least.

-To compromise, he brings you animals and occasionally fat demons for you to feast upon. Enjoy!

● V ●

-V was pleasantly surprised to learn you were a Dhanpire. He'd read about them in stories once or twice, but he never even imagined getting to meet one in real life.

-Now that he has, he's curious, are the stories really true? What are vampires like? Do you have the ability to turn others into vampires? Did your father turn your mother into a vampire after you were born? Are vampires really goth? Would he pass for a real-life vampire?

-Depending on your answers, V may decide to write a discourse on vampires, Dhampires, and everything in between, though what he'll do with it is a mystery.

-Very much enjoys it when you put your super strength to use by toting him around the house all the time. You're his personal transport, and he loves it.

-To repay you, he'll offer up his blood for you to feast on, even if there isn't all that much left in him to begin with.

-Loves to cuddle you while you feed; being nestled in your embrace while his blood is drained from his body makes him feel so relaxed for some reason. He expected it to hurt, but it doesn't. It feels strangely good.

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Yan pletonic Dante with fem daughter reader

Being bit younger then Nero, I wonder what Vergil be seeing his niece for the first time and she resemble their late mother

Dante would be an overprotective father.

he has lost so much that he is not ready to lose his daughter. Native blood.

However, he understands that you are somehow a demon, the blood of Sparda flows in you.

but this does not prevent him from once again not letting you go outside

Dante is very fond of tactility. So hugging you, carrying you on his shoulders and so on just makes him laugh as much as you do.

A relationship with someone? Wait for a full check of your partner, because Dante is worried that this partner will leave you or hurt you.

in such a concept, Vergil would be as surprised as possible at how much you look like his mother. Not only in character, but also in appearance..

he would try not to initiate his relationship with his mother on you, but it's hard for him.

he occasionally takes you away from Dante in his spare time to read books or chat with Nero.

however, because of this, conflicts often occur among brothers. Dante wants to spend time with you, and Vergil just takes you with him.

Dante thinks like this: "He has his own son Nero, he met him and can fully spend time with him. LET HIM leave my daughter alone, damn it. I don't want her to become the same as him."

Vergil, on the other hand, thinks that Dante is not raising you well, and that you will not fit the same behavior as your father.

in general, you do not like the battle of your father and uncle as much as possible. But you love spending time with your cousin Nero.

[avaantares]

Re: your idea for that fic where Sparda comes back- any more details or thoughts on how he'd feel about Trish? 👀 I can only imagine how conflicted he'd feel, since she's a construct of Mundus, but has his wife's face, and is also a demon who protects humans, but acts Like That-- how do you think they'd react to each other? I can't imagine she'd be very happy in this situation either...

Ahahaha you have the best timing, because it's 1 AM and I just had a Thing happen and wound up on a 911 call and can't sleep because I'm still waiting for the adrenaline to clear my system, so I turned on my laptop to write and generally distract myself until my pulse rate drops to two digits (it's been almost an hour and it hasn't gone down yet) and lo, there was an Ask about a story! So I'm going to answer right now because it's something to do that isn't worrying about the Thing that just happened, but I apologize in advance if my writing is a little... uh... more jittery than usual. Because *I* sure am.

(For those unfamiliar with the above-referenced fic post, it's here.)

The first letdown would definitely be the worst. Sparda has been trapped in the underworld for decades, and his one thought the whole time has been returning home to his family (as he tells Nero). Then he finds out Red Grave has been destroyed -- and by his own son! -- and he's trying hard to stay calm, but some part of his mind has to be in a spiral because he knows Eva is only human and would be at risk, but can't bear to think that his son would be so irredeemable as to cause harm to come to his own mother, but he also can't imagine that if Eva were alive she would have allowed Vergil to become... whatever he's turned into that he's now destroying cities, and he just goes in ever-widening circles of panic.

He's also starting to process just how long it's been. Nero, his grandson, is already in his mid-to-late 20s (if I'm setting this post-CotFA, he'd be 26 or 27), so Sparda estimates he has likely been imprisoned for some 40 years or more. Human lifespans are short; even if she is alive, Eva could be in her 70s, in the sunset of her life.

And in the middle of all of this fretting and fear and denial, he looks up and he sees her. Eva, young and beautiful and alive, just as he left her. The joy and relief sweep everything else away for one moment...

...and then he feels it. This isn't Eva, but a demon wearing her beloved face. A creature tainted with the essence of Mundus, his archenemy and captor. To Sparda, she is the vilest form of blasphemy -- a mockery of his sainted wife.

(This is not lost on Trish, who has also had to process a little bit of guilt in regard to her resemblance to Eva. See also: CotFA chapter 8)

Sparda cannot tolerate Trish's existence, but he is not yet recovered enough to destroy her outright, which gives Nero and Lady a chance to intervene and keep him from doing any serious damage. Because Nero is the one who freed him (and he's not eager to fight his own descendant), Sparda respects his wishes and stands down, but he's infuriated and fully intends to deal with Trish once he has a better grasp on the present situation -- and has seen his sons, one of whom is apparently friendly with this abomination, according to Nero.

(Nero assumes that "Gramps" only attacked Trish because she's obviously a demon and he's an old demon hunter; he doesn't catch on to Sparda's identity just yet. Trish, for her part, keeps quiet because 1) she never actually met Sparda, assumed Mundus had killed him, and has no idea how the real Sparda could be here now, and 2) she doesn't want to say anything prematurely, since it might get back to Dante and raise his hopes, only to disappoint him if this turns out to be a mere copy of his father.)

Throughout the rest of their underworld mission, Sparda retains his antagonism toward Trish in much the same way that Vergil did, at first -- he can't bring himself to look at her and doesn't want anything to do with her, including working directly alongside her or listening to her suggestions. Though Dante's emotions are running wild after the reunion with his father, he does take a firm stand whenever Sparda lashes out at Trish; he's spent a lot more years of his life with Trish, and while Sparda may be his progenitor, Trish is his family.

Over time, as they continue their quest and ultimately work as a team to take down the semi-resurrected Mundus, Sparda will grudgingly acknowledge that Trish is not evil and respect her fierce loyalty to Dante. It definitely bothers him that Dante is so attached to Trish, because he still sees her as something inherently wrong, but he comes to terms with her existence and no longer feels the need to obliterate her. It still hurts him to look at her sometimes, though.

Though Dante insists she doesn't have to change for anyone, Trish recognizes how hard it is for Sparda to see the face of the woman he loved and has effectively just lost, and has not yet had time or space to grieve. She makes subtle changes to her appearance to set herself apart from Eva: Bold makeup. Statement jewelry. A new hairstyle. The odd splash of color in her hair or outfit. It seems to help, and in the end Sparda comes to regard her as something like Eva's radically disparate twin, rather than an inferior copy.

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Eyyy, it's now 1:45 AM and my pulse rate is finally down to 98! Huzzah!