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spectorings · 2 years ago

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DEVIL MAY CRY — 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦

justlovelyaura said — hello dear ! I would like to ask you to write something soft with the guys from devil may cry 5. something like family life or how they spend time with a newborn baby while Y/N is busy. thank you in advance !? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

characters — Dante, Vergil, Nero, and V

rating — safe for work, slice of life | minors do not interact

tags + warnings — gender neutral reader, mentions of having children together, mentions of being lovers, daddy issues (?), fears of parenting

author notes — hiii ! I hope you enjoy this, I’ve changed the way I do headcanons a little, so I hope this okay, it’s definitely strange trying to see if this works ! I really enjoy doing little slice of life scenarios honestly, and I love my wholesome DMC men, but I really hope this is what you wanted and I didn’t just misunderstand :(( it kind of just become “what if you had kids together” headcanons, so I’m so sorry if that’s not what you wanted !

# — DANTE

↬ he loves watching cartoons and doing silly little acts while spending time looking after a newborn

When he’s looking after your newborn he loves to watch some cartoon movies or shows (definitely to keep the child entertained and not because he really enjoys them or anything like that) and while watching them he loves to do stupid skits. Dante is a master at doing stupid voices and pulling silly faces so he'll do entire scenes - he becomes a whole actor, although, he does feel slightly offended if the kid doesn't laugh when Dante knows damn well he's being hilarious. Honestly, he loves looking after his child, he adores children and has the same reaction to babies as he does when he sees a cute puppy or kitten, he isn’t ashamed to instantly turn to using his baby voice. Most of the time you’d come home to see Dante has fallen asleep on the couch with his hand in the Moses basket, and your baby being sound asleep holding onto Dante’s hand.

↬ he’s the super fun dad that anyone would wish for

Dante is an idiot, in a good way, and that makes for him to be absolutely hilarious and just a wonderful person. He’s the parent that the kid comes running to when they know you’d say no to them, because they know Dante will most likely say yes, and probably join in on whatever stupid idea they have. However, just because he’s the playful and laidback parent doesn’t mean that he isn’t at times very strict and serious, especially when it comes to the safety of his family or when they’re doing something wrong, harmful, or dangerous. He wants the kids to trust him and see his as someone they can come and talk to, but sometimes he also has to stop being their friend and become strictly their parent, and it breaks his heart when his kids become upset because of that.

↬ Dante is super big on family time

Dante loves being able to spend time with his family and he knows that every second with them is precious, so he dedicates one day a week to family time. Expect board games, movies all night, and just having genuine fun together. He’ll even go out the day before to buy in all the snacks and drinks for it, like popcorn, chocolate, sweets, milkshakes, and most likely he’ll save ordering the pizza for later on in the night — because what movie night is complete without pizza? Once it’s late and the kids have fallen asleep snuggled on the couch with you both, he’ll carry them up to bed and then come back to watch more movies with you, and have you most likely fall asleep in his arms. He always uses this time to stay up with you a little longer than usual because he also values being able to have alone time with you, something you both never really seem to have much of since having children.

# — VERGIL

↬ won't admit it, but is kind of scared about looking after children, especially newborns

He tries his hardest but doesn't let anyone see him struggling, but he's always worried about being a terrible father considering he was never there for Nero and now he has to do it all from the beginning. He admires you and everything you do, how you manage to cope with caring for a whole human, and how you make it seem so easy. Vergil is super worried he'll hurt the baby by accident or even drop them, and sometimes he wants to cry when the baby cries because he doesn't understand why it's crying!! He's fed the baby, changed them, burped them, they’ve napped, so why are they still crying?! Sometimes he’s tempted to call you when you’re not home to beg you for help but he manages to pull through it and figure it out — and as time goes on, he becomes a pro and nearly always wants to take care of your child.

↬ he loves reading stories to his children

Sometimes when he's looking after a newborn, he doesn't exactly know how to keep them entertained all the time, but as time goes on, he'll start to read to them. He likes the idea of being able to talk to them without it being a conversation, and it’s a plus that he can tell an interesting story to them at the same time, it's basically like reading them a bedtime story. It calms his mind and he can relax and stop thinking for awhile, and he also gets to be entertained at the same time, so really it’s a win-win situation. It reminds him of when he was a child and his family was together and happy, and he’d have bedtime stories, so he wants his child to experience that same love he did.

↬ he’s much more of a family man than even he expected

As he got older part of him longed for a family, having a normal and happy family life, bringing up children in a beautiful and loving home like his was until it all went wrong. He never wanted to commit himself though, part of him felt like he wasn’t worth loving but he wanted to give life a second chance and you were the one that made him realise that. He's a great father and loves his children more than life itself, he'd protect them with his life if he needed to, he gives them what they want and treats them all the time when he can.

As a lover he's more considerate than he'd lead on, always caring for you and your feelings, treating you to days out and a lot of dates. But, he adores the entire family spending time together, going out on trips and travelling. But, he always has the worry in the back of his head that something could go wrong like it did when he was a child, but he always reassures himself that it wouldn’t happen because he’d be there to protect his family at all costs.

# — NERO

↬ absolutely adores spending time caring for his children

He's a complete family man and adores spending time with his kids, or even babysitting for friends or whatever. He thinks kids are amazing and he's just so wholesome, he melts whenever he sees a baby, basically has the same reaction as Dante and he acts the same as he does when he sees a cute puppy or kitten, or any animal for that matter of fact. He always wants his kids to be happy, so if that means sitting and playing with dinosaurs or barbie dolls or cars for seven hours, then he will. He’ll join tea parties and play dress up, usually he’s a fairy princess or a knight (usually he’s definitely the fairy princess, and he rocks it). He becomes a great actor and completely plays into the fantasy and lets the kid have fun, he doesn’t correct them or get bored of doing the same thing every time, he just wants them to use their imagination and be happy. And as much as he probably won’t admit it, he has quite a lot of fun playing pretend, it also gives him a break from his actual real life and lets him relax.

↬ loves taking his family out for the day

Nero lives for days out with the family, whether it’s going to a theme park or swimming, even sightseeing or to the movies! He loves having time away from the usual hectic schedule that seems to be his life and just being able to be a normal guy spending time with the love of his life, and his amazing children. Plus, not only does he then get to spend quality time with those that he loves most, he gets to actually have fun, and sometimes he’s like a big child running around and getting excited over everything he sees.

↬ sometimes he wonders if he’s a good father

He sometimes overthinks while laid in bed awake at night, he’ll lay asking himself whether or not he’s really a good father to his children and he wonders how they’ll turn out. He’s scared because he didn’t exactly have a father figure growing up, or even much of a good role model that he really should have had. So, he’s not exactly sure if he’s doing everything right or whether he’s raising his kids to be good people. It wasn’t that he grew up to be a bad person or anything, but he wonders what could have been. Occasionally, you have to assure him that he’s amazing and doing a great job at raising his children, and that you couldn’t wish for a better partner to be with you through life. He just wants to give you, and his children, the best possible life, and sometimes he’s scared that he’ll fail at doing that.

# — V

↬ he’s a complete natural when it comes to parenting

As surprising as it may be, or may not be, he is a natural when it comes to taking care of children, regardless of their age. When your child was a newborn he would offer to take care of everything from changing them, to putting them down for a nap, to feeding them. V would always help out and soothe the baby when they were crying, and he’d always manage to get them to stop almost instantly, which was a great relief to you and him both. Even without prior experience in the area of child caring, he seemed to know what to do without much thought, he definitely puts it down to all the books he read before having a child.

↬ he reads poetry to his child, because of course he does

V reads a lot of poetry in general, so it's only right to read it to them, too! He reads the things he writes but also (mostly) poetry from his favourite authors, as he wants to teach them to appreciate the art of literature early on in their lives. He'll start off with poetry that has meanings easier to understand than others, just to try get their interest in poetry heightened. And in all honesty, he's a great teacher, and sometimes you sit with him and relax just to listen to him reading. V will teach them to read and write from as early as he can, but he won’t push them to do so, he just wants them to have fun while learning at the same time.

↬ he’s such a caring and considerate person to be with

As a father, he’s wonderful and caring, he pays attention to his children and supports them in all their decisions. He wants his children to be happy and healthy, and as long as that happens, then he doesn’t mind what they choose to do in life, as long as they’re safe. He’ll help them when they need, he’ll give them advice and try to steer them in the right direction but as they get older, he lets them make their own choices in life.

As a partner, he makes sure that you’re happy and that everything is okay, he always takes your feelings into account and talks things through with you when needed. He helps you with everything, whether it’s taking care of the children, or just doing chores around the house, he’ll help without you even asking. He takes you on dates and surprises you with flowers or small gifts, even poetry that he wrote himself. He constantly reminds you how much he loves you, and how thankful he is for having you in his life.

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much-obliged-timothy · 2 years ago

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Whumptober #7

Devil May Cry - #7 - Shaking Hands

The attack had been sudden.

Nero, Dante, Vergil, Nico, and Kyrie had been heading back towards the van after stopping for food. It was Kyrie who had called and asked them to meet up, happy because a neighbor had gifted her coupons for a local food place. It was so rare that she and Nero had the money to treat others out.

They’d enjoyed a meal together before knowing they needed to get back to work. Kyrie was walking them to the van, she and Nico lagging just a little behind the boys as they shared the last of the dessert they’d brought in a take-out container.

And then the demon had struck, so sudden and fast that Nero, Vergil, and Dante were flung off their feet. They hit the pavement hard, springing back up just in time to see the demon rushing at Kyrie, a sharp claw extended as it aimed to tear her throat out.

Nero had never moved so fast in his life. Vergil caught the demon by its wing just as Nero drove a blade into it and knocked it off course.

It hit the ground, thrashing wildly and catching Nero in the face. He ignored the burning pain and slashed into it with wild fury, not stopping even when the damn beast was clearly dead.

“Nero!”

Vergil yanked him away, catching his wrist to still his swings. Nero was breathing heavily, murderous gaze locked on the dead creature.

“Jeez, kid, it’s dead,” Dante said, but his voice was oddly soft instead of his usual teasing.

“Nero,” Kyrie said, sounding afraid.

His head whipped around, but her concern was so clearly for him instead of herself that he nearly dropped his sword. She stepped forward, gently touching his cheek.

“Oh, Nero,” she whispered. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Your face-”

“Go, Kyrie. Nico, take her home.” Nero tightened his hold on his sword. “There could be more around. I’ll be fine, Kyrie.”

Nico urged Kyrie away. Kyrie stopped, looking between the twins. Dante nodded at her, and only then did she leave.

“Let’s get your face cleaned up,” Dante said. “Can’t believe the bastard had to go for your face. As if looking like your dad wasn’t bad enough.”

“We’re identical twins, you idiot,” Vergil said. “Nero, snap out of it. There are no others around. They would’ve attacked already.”

“Go get his face taken care of. I’ll do a lap around the block just to be sure,” Dante said.

Vergil shoved Nero roughly until he got moving on his own. The two found a bathroom and went inside, Vergil grabbing paper towels and handing them to Nero.

“Clean yourself up,” he said, leaning against the wall.

Nero looked at his face in the mirror. He had long, deep gashes across his face from the creature’s claws. He would heal soon enough from the wounds.

But Kyrie. God, it would’ve torn out her throat if he’d been too slow.

“Nero,” Vergil said sharply.

Nero realized his hands were shaking so badly that he’d lost hold of half the paper towels. He couldn’t drag his gaze away from the mirror, though. Those deep gashes would’ve been in her throat. She would be dead, after they’d just spent a happy, normal afternoon together.

“Nero, will you get over it?” Vergil said. “Nothing happened.”

“Fuck you,” Nero exploded, slamming his fist into the wall hard enough to damage it. His fist trembled against it. “I almost lost her! Do you have any idea what that would’ve done to me?!”

“Yes,” Vergil said, his voice so sharp that Nero felt as though he’d been slapped. “You saved her. I was not so fortunate when my loved ones were attacked.”

Nero put his face in his hands. “I can’t stop- I almost lost her. If I hadn’t been fast enough they would’ve…Just like Credo. Fuck. Fuck!”

“Stop,” Vergil said firmly. “She is fine.”

Nero slowly looked at Vergil. “You helped me save her. You caught its wing. You slowed it.”

Vergil stiffened. “I’ve worked hard to hone my speed.”

“Thank you, Vergil,” he said quietly. “I…I am sorry, about your mom. About what happened to you as a kid. I know I call you a prick a lot. With the way you and Dante act, sometimes I just forget what you went through. I only made it through losing Credo because of Kyrie. I can’t imagine going through that loss alone.”

Vergil seemed almost embarrassed now. “Enough. Clean your face and let’s go.”

Nero nearly smiled at big, bad Vergil being so thoroughly defeated by the thought of expressing emotions. His hands still shook and he looked down at them.

They shook now, but they’d been steady when it mattered.

Nero struggled to clean his face, blaming delayed adrenaline as the rest of his body trembled alongside his hands. When he’d finished, he headed for the door, stopping as he passed by Vergil.

“There is no one and nothing in the world more important to me than her, and you helped me protect her today. Maybe you’re really not as much of a prick as I thought,” he said.

It was worth it, both to get the thanks through Vergil’s thick skull and to see him squirm uncomfortably at sincerity.

#whumptober2022 #no.7 #shaking hands #devil may cry #fic writing #Nero Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Dante Sparda #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc dante #dmc kyrie #jtdoeswhumptober

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lorata · 3 years ago

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Part 2 of Incorrect Quotes Dump from before:

Selene: *On the phone* Hey Mom, do you know my blood type?

Julia: Of course, it's B-.

Selene: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

*Callista, after seeing a photo of Joseph and Adora in their ~prime *

Calli: Would you mind if I invited your parents over to my house for a ~private meeting~ with me?

Creed & Alec, horrified: On many levels and with great intensity.

Misha, handing out tea: Here you go. I put *some* vodka in one, whoever finds it gets a prize.

Brutus, Lyme, and Emory: ...

Devon: Don't worry, she's just messing with you.

Devon, after taking a sip of his tea and going into a coughing fit: Oh, nope, she was serious. Guess I win!

*Thinking about Adessa and Beetee*

Misha:*lying awake in bed* Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Devon: *trying to sleep* Does anyone in this godforsaken village ever think before they speak?

Selene: Name a more iconic trio than my crippling fear of abandonment, Creed’s severe PTSD, and Alec’s constant, overwhelming anxiety. I'll wait.

Alec: You … you could have just said the three of us…

Adessa: God, give me patience.

Callista: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Adessa If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Devon: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Brutus: Wasn't Misha with you?

Misha: …In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Adora: yeah I'm an morosexual, I'm only attracted to dumbasses

Joseph: *Drops books, ruins beans, uses himself as bait, makes horrible dad jokes, can’t flirt to save his life*

Adora,(already unbuttoning her shirt): Dammit Joe, you're so fucking stupid

Lyme: You say "please" and "thank you" in front of your bb victors all the time and they never repeat it.

Lyme: But you say "ass-faced motherfucker" ONCE-

Ronan: One bonus of being an Adult is grossly misusing modern slang on purpose and watching the younger ones cry inside.

Ronan: A fine example - the other day I pointed at a piece of artwork and, while looking Claudius right in the eye, went, "Man is that bae or what, huh?" and the look on his face was something I will treasure for years

Emory: What are your goals in life?

Devon: Well we’ve been kicked out of every elder victor’s house at least once, except Nero’s...

Misha: We don’t know what his limit is but we will find it.

Emory: Would you slap a family member in the face for two million dollars?

Devon: I would roundhouse kick every single one of my brothers in the face for free.

Cato: ‘I’m too pretty for this’ is a very valid excuse actually.

*after pissing off Adessa*

Devon: So, our plan is to live the rest of our lives being scared of Adessa?

Misha: *scoffs* Well, that’s not the only plan

Devon:

Misha: Someday I’d like to plant a vegetable garden!

Lyme: It takes 26 muscles to smile and 62 to frown and thats why my face is fucking ripped and it will kick your ass

Sloane: Dash doesn't know I'm here so he's singing loudly in the shower, and it's cute.

Sloane: He sucks. But it's cute.

Callista: You know what they say: go big or go home!

Nero: I'm begging you, Calli, for once in your life, PLEASE go home

Callista: *whispering* I'm going big

Electra, on the phone with Lyme: he’s in the kitchen again…

Claudius, reading a recipe: “beat three eggs.” In what? Hand to hand combat?

Electra: GET. HIM. OUT.

Victor!Creed: [sneezes]

Scout!Selene, on guard duty and watching him from behind a wall: bless you

Creed: … God?

Lyme: We call that a traumatic event

Lyme, turning to Claudius: Not a "bruh moment"

Lyme, turning to Sloane: Not a "major L"

Lyme, turning to Misha: And definitely not an "OOF lmao"

Brutus: We need to distract the Threes

Claudius: Leave it to me

Claudius: Hey Eib, you know those old mythology books we read? Centaurs have six limbs. Does that mean they’re insects? Discuss.

Eibhlin and Beetee: *Immediately begin arguing*

Brutus, watching in horror: Oh this. I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

[This is from veryberryghoul]

Beetee, worried: Eibhlin is upset and I can’t get her to leave her room.

Claudius: Just tell her I said something.

Beetee: ..Such as?

Claudius: IDK just anything factually incorrect.

Eibhlin, 15 seconds later, kicking the door down: YOU THINK THE SUN IS A FUCKING P L A N E T ????

2012 me: inventing Claudius as a random side character who annoys Loki in the Avenger Games spin-off

2022 me: hey so you're not gonna believe this

#DO YOU THINK THE SUN IS A PLANET lmaooooooo #anonymous #lorata answers #we must be killers incorrect quotes

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queenmuzz · 3 years ago

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So, anyways, I saw something @liulyam had posted for Spardaverse a while back I DON'T KNOW HOW I MISSED THEIR WONDERFUL ART FORGIVE ME! Anyways, I saw specifically THIS piece of art, and it sent the brain juices into overdrive....

So, the same thing plays out everyday. Nero gets off the school bus and runs in, backpack flying, and tells his uncle excitedly about his day at school, before racing up the stairs to tell his dad the same thing, in the same adorably animated manner. Unfortunately, Vergil doesn’t respond the same way as Dante, sitting still, not even acknowledging that the boy is talking to him. Initially, Nero doesn’t mind, understanding his recently rescued father has been through a lot, and needs time and patience to recover. But as the months pass by, Dante notices that his nephew doesn’t run up the front steps as eagerly, his descriptions of school become shorter, paler. And most worryingly of all, Nero spends less and less time with Vergil, preferring to peek his head in the man’s room, sigh, and slowly make his way to his own room, closing the door sullenly.

“What’s going on Nero?” Dante takes the plunge and asks him one day, before the boy trudges up the stairs. “You haven’t been that rambunctious ball of energy lately.”

Nero kicks the worn hardwood floor. “It’s dad… I know you told me I need to be patient,” his face scrunches up at the word, it’s a thing he’s never been able to truly do. He’s definitely a Sparda boy. “But he just keeps ignoring me. He won’t talk, won’t even look at me. It’s like I don’t even exist! Maybe...maybe he doesn’t want me to exist-”

“Hey now!” Dante needs to nip this train of thought in the bud. He knows first hand where it can lead to. Had he not found Nero nearly nine years ago, while wandering the world, drinking up every bar’s entire inventory in a vain attempt to fill a void in his chest, who knows where he would have ended up? “Your dad...well, even without the stuff he’s been through, he was never much of a talker. Always preferred to have his actions speak for him.” “But that’s the thing, Uncle Dante!” Nero blurts out, close to tears. “He DOESN’T DO ANYTHING!!! He doesn’t care!” And with that, Nero bolts up the stairs, past Vergil’s room, not even checking up on him, and slams his bedroom door with such force, Eva’s portrait wobbles on the desk and tips over. Dante sighs, sets his mom back up, and slowly makes his way up the stairs. Not to Nero’s room; Dante knows better than to provoke that tiger cub when he’s in an ornery mood. It’s time to talk to his dad.

Vergil, or what’s left of him, is sitting in an oversized chair, the only one that fits his giant frame, facing the window, the only one in the place with a view. If he’s heard the ruckus (and Dante knows he has), he makes no indication that it affects him.

“Verg,” he calls out, “I know it's been rough, I know I piled on a lot of shit on you, the whole thing about having a kid and everything these past nine years. I’m not expecting you to just snap back to normal, and start insulting me like in the good old days, but…” Dante’s not good at this sort of thing. He’d rather Royal Guard his emotional turmoil. It used to be with alcohol, but now it’s with a cheery smile. “The kid needs a sign that you’re still there, you’re still fighting. I know you are, hell, you’re the one that helped me take down that bastard Mundus on Mallet Island. But that’s the thing, Nero’s only heard things that you’ve done, not seen them. You need to show him yourself, otherwise…” Vergil makes no motion, and even Dante, stubborn as he is, knows it’s fruitless to continue much more, “you’re gonna lose him too.” And then Dante heads back downstairs, to see if he can whip up a snack to bribe his nephew to come out of his lair. Strange, he swears he hears the rustle of fabric from Vergil’s room, as if his brother had just moved.

Nero sits at Dante’s desk, working on his math homework. It’s his least favourite thing, fractions. Uncle Dante is a whiz at them, and usually would be able to help him, but he’s gone out on an ‘Really quick, won’t be more than a half hour’ errand run. It’s been nearly two hours, and the only other adult here is his dad… so Nero is practically by himself.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Nero’s neck prick up, and he hears scrabbling at the front door. He’s still not allowed to go out with Uncle Dante or Auntie Lady on their hunts, but he knows what a demon feels like, especially when there are a lot of them. ESPECIALLY when they’re really powerful Instinctively, he grabs a chair, and wedges it underneath the door knob, and looks around in a panic. He’s never had to deal with a demon attack by himself before. He remembers his uncle has a case of weapons that he was told to NEVER touch beside the jukebox, but Nero figures that he can say sorry to his uncle later. He smashes the lock with a billiard ball, and yanks open the lid. He’s disappointed. He thought there would be a treasure trove of swords and guns, but all there are two swords, one red and one blue. But he doesn’t have much of a choice, and the whine of protesting wood ends with a thunderous CRASH, and demons pour through. “FIND THE HERETIC GOD SLAYER!” One says, before turning in Nero’s direction. Without much warning, it shrieks as it launches at him with razor sharp obsidian claws.

Nero might be little, but his uncle has trained him well. Whipping the two blades around, they connect the monster’s waist in a pincer move, and like a pair of scissors, bisect it in a shower of blood and ash. Nero swears he hears a voice (or is it two voices?) approvingly say, “Impressive!” but doesn’t have a chance to savour his very first demon kill as another demon comes at him, knocking him over. The reddish gold blade clatters away on the floor, way out of reach, not that it matters. Nero’s pinned to the ground by a skeletal foot, as the demon lifts a blade to impale him. He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for the end.

The final blow never comes. Instead, he hears shriek, and the pressure on his chest instantly subsides. He opens his eyes, to see it stagger back, its decapitated head clattering to the floor. Its brethren likewise are either dead or dying, their high pitched screams shattering the glass in the jukebox.

Nero’s first thought is that his Uncle has finally come home, Dante’s come to save me! But what’s odd is that there’s no sound of Dante’s beloved Ebony and Ivory. And last he checked, his uncle never was able to shoot out blue ghostly blades that now impale most of the horde. But it doesn’t matter, because his uncle is here to save the day! That is, until he yelps as he’s quickly, but not roughly picked up and held as whoever holds him spirits him out of the building, the blue blade still clutched in his hand. Nero begins to panic, but hears a voice, almost like a croak, as if the vocal cords had been in disuse for years…

Nero

And even though the voice is harsh sounding, it's one of the most comforting things Nero’s ever heard.

Of course that half hour errand run would turn out to be three hours. But when he was promised a free pizza for clearing out that demon nest on the West side, Dante couldn’t say no. Besides, he’d pick up some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the way home as a way of apologising to Nero. The kid might be cross with him, but he’d forgive him the moment he smelled those chewy biscuits. Dante might even let him have more than half of the package.

So when he gets home to find his front door smashed open, his office trashed, and worst of all his jukebox shattered-wait no, worst of all, his nephew missing, all thoughts of pizza and cookies vanish from his mind as he rushes in, guns drawn. There’s no sign of life, but the black splatters of demonic ichor painting the walls shows that some real bad mojo went down here. The strangest thing though, is Agni, a weapon Dante was definitely sure he had under lock and key, laying there on the ground, alone.

“Alright, time to spill your guts” he yanks the blade up so that he’s at eye level with the pommel, “What the hell happened here?” Agni makes the same response as Vergil. Which means silence.

“I swear to…” he pulls out ivory, and presses the muzzle into the (more troubled than usual looking face), “You’re gonna tell me what went down, or we’re gonna see how many bullets I can jam into your ugly mug.” “You told us to remain silent.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, consider that rule temporarily relaxed.” “There was an attack.” Agni starts, its distorted voice unusually agitated, “The little one fought with great valour, but eventually even he was overwhelmed.” Dante’s blood goes cold. “But then a great bulk of a demon came out and slaughtered the attacking filth, and spirited the boy away, alongwith my brother.”

“Rudra’s still with Nero?” That’s odd, if they were trying to capture the kid, they’d disarm him first.

“Yes, they are not far, I think they’ve stopped moving.”

“Alright,” Dante makes his way out of the disfigured wood, “let’s go find the kid and your bro...and if he’s alright, maybe I’ll reconsider giving back your talking privileges.” “Oh, that would be wonderful, will you allow us to leave the dark box? It’s been so long since we’ve fought, we crave batt- ”

“I said IF, and I won’t guarantee anything if you keep jabbering on and on.”

Angi directs the demon hunter to a dark secluded alleyway, a few blocks from Devil May Cry. One hand on its hilt ready for attack, the other fingering the trigger of Ivory, he cautiously makes his way past the recently overturned garbage cans, to a shadow alcove, where a shadow crouches. Beside it is Rudra, glowing faintly, it’s turquoise blue light providing enough illumination for Dante to make out what has happened. There’s Nero, peacefully slumbering away, apparently unharmed, not even his shirt is torn. And holding him gently, stroking his downy white hair with a giant hand...is Vergil… And for once, even though he is still staring straight ahead, there’s a different look on his face, a sense of contentment.

Huh Dante thinks to himself as he holsters the weapons, I was right, actions DO speak louder than words.

#Devil May Cry #Nelo Dadgelo #Dante #Vergil #Nero #canon divergence #I didn't want to connect this to their post via reblog #because that should stand alone in its own perfection #my writing

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dmc-tings · 4 years ago

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DMC Gang Teaching their s/o how to drive

Dante

Uh, yeah he knows how to drive

But... he's not the best teacher

Usually ends up asleep in the back

Cause he trusts you to figure it out

One day though, damn near changed his life

You smashed into a newspaper stand

The impact woke him from his nap

You were holding on to the steering wheel for dear life

Tears welled up in your eyes and he immediately pulled you into his lap

Kicking the door open, hauling both of you out of Morrison's now wrecked car

Dante was more concerned about you

You still hadn't said anything, just letting tears fall down your face

He checked you over, he was silent as well

Pissed at himself for letting his negligence, almost get you killed

The cops showed up, after a kind soul called them

An ambulance got to the scene and checked the pair of you over

While the paramedics looked you over, Dante called Vergil and Nero

The pair made it to the scene in Nico's van

But it wasn't just the two of them, the whole crew came

Kyrie and Lady rushed to your side, Lady shoving the paramedics and cops away from you

Kyrie got you talking, letting you weep onto her shoulder

Dante got a scolding from Vergil and Trish

Something along the lines of, "How could you be so wreckless." And "You knew that was dangerous, Dante."

He wasn't listening tho, he watched you cry into Kyrie's arms, while Lady rubbed your back comfortingly

Once the scene cleared out, it was just you and the crew

Oh! And a confused and angry Morrison

"How the hell.... Dante, you know your paying for this."

Your half-devil finally made his way to you, for once (and during this whole thing) speechless

His head hung, he didn't need Vergil, Trish or Lady to scold him

He was beating himself up over this

You looked up from Kyrie and Lady, throwing yourself into his arms

Crying out "I'm sorry's" and "I should have been more careful's"

He shushed you, burying his face in your shoulder, "Im sorry. I should have been paying more attention."

He silently cried into your neck

After that day, Dante took more care in paying more attention to your driving

Once you got your license though, he still took naps

Or so you thought

The devil man would only be resting

Peeking at you every so often

Vergil

You stood awkwardly in the archway of your shared bedroom

Vergil giving you a (visibly) shocked look

You wanted him to what?

"Verg? Did you hear me?" You shuffled your feet abit, again

He blinked at you

Dumbfounded, flabbergasted, and down right appalled

"You.. You want me to..."

You looked away, abit ashamed

But to your defense, you could and had always walked everywhere in Red Grave

You really didn't need to drive, unless you went to the beach or somewhere out of town

But.... Vergil didn't know how to drive either, he had spent the last 20 something years in hell

And the last thing he thought he would ever be asked to do or teach was FUCKING DRIVE

He shook his head, not saying anything to you

You bit your lip and looked away from him

You misunderstood his head shaking

Then his face flushed, letting out a grumble

"I dont know how to drive."

And in his defense, he just teleports or opens a portal to where he wants to go

You straightened up, "Wh-what?"

Great, you were back at square one

Vergil gave a small cough, "Why do you need to learn how to drive?"

You looked at your feet, "I just wanted to learn..."

In all honesty, Nero had teased you about being an adult, and not knowing how to drive

It made you feel low

Vergil gave a huff, noticing your hesitation

"Who." He stood up

You looked at him, "Ver-"

"Was it Dante? No... he barely knows how to drive..." his eyes flashed

You grabbed his arm, but it didn't stop him

He slashed open a portal, right into the shop

"Who teased (him/her)." It wasn't a question, a demand for the person who insulted his sweetheart

"Vergil. Please stop..."

Everyone in the shop looked at Nero, who had his headphones in

Vergil let out a growl and pushed you behind him

"Teach them how to drive!" He snarled, slicing the headphones off of his son's head

Nero shot up and got ready to fight back, but stopped when he realized what was happening

"Uh... sure... i-"

"Both of us."

Dante burst onto laughter, realizing what Vergil was getting at

Nero looked at Nico, "uh... can we-"

"Oh hell nah!"

At a loss Nero looked at you and his dad

"Well.... uh... i-"

Vergil scoffed, throwing a few summoned swords at his cackling brother

Then he pulled you close, "Tease them about not knowing how to drive again, and you'll feel my wrath."

He took you back home

After setting you on your feet and giving you a kiss on the forehead, he returned to his reading

"So..."

"You have me. No need to drive."

And that was the end of that

Nero

Nero sat in the van in the driver's seat

You in his lap

You insisted that he sit in the passenger seat

But the part-devil placed you in his lap

Now he was scratching his head

"Nero?" You looked at him with big puppy dog eyes

He looked down at you, "Yeah?"

"Do you know what your do-"

Nero waved his gauntlet clad hand

"Of course, I got this."

He, poorly, started to explain the gears, buttons and switches in front of you

"Aight. So. You got the gear shift, I think it's a stick. And the... uh... windshield wipers. And the lights in front, and the brights..."

'Oof,' you thought, 'I could have just asked Dante... and got just about the same experience.'

You drummed your fingertips on the steering wheel

Finally, tired of your boyfriend droning on, you turned the key and started the van

Nero jumped, then patted you on the head, pointing at the 3 pedals at your guys feet

"Well since your in my lap, I'll work the pedals. Just tell me when to speed up and slow down. Ok?"

You nodded, "Alright! Nice and slow though."

From here, using team work, you and Nero made your way around the block

Slow and steady

Then Nero hit the breaks a bit too hard

You nailing your forehead on the steering wheel

"Shit! Nero!" You leaned back rubbing your sore head

"S-sorry! There was a old lady crossing the street..." he mumbled

Then leaned forward a bit, examining your forehead

He sucked his teeth, "Shiiiiit. That looks bad babe...."

"No shit." You barked

You felt your boyfriend flinch at your tone

After the pain passed you patted him on the arm, that was wrapped around you

"Its ok. Good thing you stopped though." You pointed at the old lady still trying to cross the street

Nero nodded, grunting with agreement

"I... I think thats enough driving for the day."

Nero gave another nod, letting you crawl into the passenger seat

He made way back to the garage/shop

Once parked he looked at you

And you gave him a smile

"Thanks. That was pretty fun!"

Nero gave a small laugh, "I suppose it was, save for you bashing your skull on the wheel."

You huffed, poking out your lip, "Not entirely my fault."

(Yes, I include him, cause some people like him. And personally I like his character as well)

You and V were cuddling in the living room of your apartment

You leaned into his chest, watching tv, as he read from his book and gently running a hand through your hair

"V." You spoke lifting your head

He gave an acknowledging hum, looking to you from his book

"Can you teach me how to drive?"

He looked at you, his mind drawing a blank

As Vergil, he never drove, hell they barely walked

"Love, I've never driven.... Ever." He told you gently

You looked forward at his chest, searching your mind, trying to figure out who you could ask to teach you how to drive

V cocked his head at you, wondering what was going through your mind

You looked up, eyes shining, "we could learn together! There's plenty of books on driving!"

V's eyes lit up as well, your excitement fueling his

"Oh? Where to we begin then?"

You both sat up, you grabbing your phone and V sitting up with you

"Well the DMV would be a good start. They can give us all the info to study."

"There's a written test?" V asked, he knew he could pass that

You nodded, not looking up from your phone"Yes. And there is a driving segment as well."

V froze and looked down at you, but seeing you so excited, he didn't want to ruin your fun

Later you both got everything from the DMV

And at V's insistence, the library as well

You both spent weeks reading and learning

Even convincing Nico to let you practice and take the driving part of the test, using her van

Eventually when it was time for the tests, you both where prepared

You passed them with flying colors

Ignoring the dangerous tips Nico gave you

When it was V's turn, he passed the written exam

But hesitated when it was time to get into the van

He stood at the driver's door, hand on it

You walked to his side, gently putting your hand in his

"V? You can do it. Just don't think too hard about it."

He looked at you to speak, but you cut him off, sealing his lips with a kiss

Happy, he climbed in

You sat alone in the DMV, anxious

He came back with the instructor minutes later, beaming proudly

"You were correct, my dear. I didn't overthink."

He pulled you into a hug, after you both got your licenses

#dante devil may cry #vergil devil may cry #nero devil may cry #v devil may cry #lady devil may cry #trish devil may cry #nico devil may cry

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blooddrop-palace · 3 years ago

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DMC-OC-Week Day 2

(I’ve decided to share more Picrew for the ones I have Picrew images for. Welcome to day 2!)

Day 2 - Connections to the Cast

Seraphina Valkyrie -

My version of “the lady in red.” Nero’s mother, Vergil’s brief moment of human connection. A Holy Knight, though she was regarded more as a rogue knight… not so different from how Nero was treated. She took a risk to banish demons who were after her and her just-born son, and the risk took her to hell, leaving Nero behind.

“Am I crazy? I suppose you can call me that. I have enough sense to know that other people will find it not normal that my reaction upon finding a stranger in an alley that could cut down demons with superhuman ability… was to invite him to my apartment, give him a place to stay for a month, try to challenge him to a duel, and then invite him to my bed. But what can I say? Many Fortunans feared me because I tamed a devil arm. Most men I knew were cowards who feared a woman with claws. How could I not become infatuated with a man who did not fear me?”

Kassandra King -

A girl with some demonic ties who visited Redgrave to check out what was up with the tower that appeared “a while back.” Had a fling with Dante… and the results lead to other things.

“I’ve always dreamt of having a knight in shining armor. It’s not that my brothers aren’t nice, but they are my brothers. To find someone from outside of the family who would be willing to learn about you, and let you learn about them, and for them to want to stay with you and raise a family with… it’s a fairytale. And I want that fairytale…”

Arabella -

In an AU where Nero is ¼ human and ¾ devil, Arabella is a “Great Winged Serpent” devil whom Vergil met in Fortuna. She allowed him to take her on a journey as a devil arm, and after the Temem-ni-Gru, she talked him out of immediately seeking out Mundus, and offered to teach him how to properly survive in Hell, first. This agreement got a little… tangled up in other things… and the next thing Vergil knew, he woke up one day and Bella was coiled around him and an egg.

“Humans call love to be the most powerful emotion. I would have to agree with them. The idea that I would ever want to leave my secluded life guarding my territory and stop chasing out every trespasser was unthinkable. I liked my loneliness… until Sparda taught me how to be better. But it wasn’t just Sparda. I had a lot more to learn, still. And so did Vergil. We make a good match, don’t we? And Nero would grow up learning of the power of love, too.”

Snow King -

The “results” of Kassandra’s fling with Dante. Following near-canon, she never got to meet Dante until post DMC5. She will come to meet Nero and Nico first, and perhaps that’s for the best.

“Mad? At Dante? It’s my mother’s own stubborn fault that she wouldn’t tell him! But that’s an old song and dance already. If anything, I feel kind of bad for Dante. I really want to have a connection with him, but it’s probably a lot for him to take in now that I’m grown. The first thing I want to talk to him about is how he’d like to handle my mother, not me. If they can put a case closed on that, then maybe mom can just… stop feeling guilty and let go. After that? I guess if he lets me call him “dad”, I’ll be content enough.”

Noel -

What if Vergil and Dante’s positions had been switched? Dante ran out to the park and nearly died, believing that no one will ever help him, he will never believe in or rely on anyone else again, and set out to “become a devil if he had to so that he will never rely on anyone else again.” Vergil, saved but an amnesiac for his younger years, regrets everything about pushing his brother away when he recalls his past, and after losing more people who showed him kindness, decides he must do what he can to protect what little he has left. So, who is Noel, then? Well, she has a devil bringer of copper-red tones that glows honey gold, and grew up in Fortuna. Does that shed some light? (She also eventually fesses up to a relationship with Credo. Well, more like Credo finally asks her if she’ll allow courtship.)

“I can’t BELIEVE my dad! When Uncle V drags him back, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind! No, I don’t want to hear it, Nico. I’m mad right now, can’t you tell? No, I’m not crying. Shut it will you-- Devil May Cry-- Fuck. Oh, hey there Credo. Lady and Trish safely back at the shop? It’s still standing? Cool. Hey uh… NICO! Saviour, are you trying to kill us? Oh, fine. Hey, we’ll pick you up with a delay, okay? No, don’t trigger just to get to us. It’s just small fry. Yeah, see you soon. I got work to do.”

Anthony and Caesar -

(Nope, still don’t have images for them. Picrew isn’t working today.)

What if Kassandra got in contact with Dante after she found out she was pregnant? And came to live at DMC? Well, everyone around Dante would be in for a surprise when he starts to work his ass off to make a comfortable home for the new little princess in his life, but the bigger surprise is that he doesn’t stop there with Kassy, and they become a family of five. Tony and Caesar would be rambunctious twins, of course, but Dante would make sure to do right by these twins. Being a family of part-devils, of course, he will not avoid teaching them how to fight. Tony will find himself equipped with an axe and a pair of gauntlets when he becomes old enough, and Caesar was gifted with lighter weapons of a scythe and a pair of deadly shuriken. This might sound familiar to some people~

“Our family? Yeah sure, Caesar and I have lots of family! Just from mom’s side alone we have 7 cousins!”

“Within our own family, we have our older sister, Snow. And when we were about… 14 or something, dad found our cousin, Nero.”

“...Dad never said anything ‘bout having a twin brother before. It was kind of a shock.”

“I think meeting Uncle Vergil was probably the more shocking thing. He’s, uh…”

“Abrasive?”

“I was going to say broken but yes, he’s a bit abrasive, too.”

“Well I guess that explains Nero’s reign on his attitude.”

“Does it really? Sometimes I think you’re kind of like Nero, too.”

“Eh. I mean, in the end we’re all family. Dad’s happier to have his brother back. I get it. Mom thinks Uncle Vergil will figure out how to deal with the human world over time. And if mom thinks so then yeah! Sure!”

“I would rather believe that it will be for the best, yes. After all, if you got yourself into trouble due to your own stupidity, I would still want to help you.”

“...I still can’t believe you voluntarily allowed yourself to get locked up with me for a night when I stole a motorcycle because I got cornered by a demon and had to get away. I get it, bro, we got each other’s backs, but jail isn’t fun.”

“You get into too much trouble. Someone has to keep an eye on you. Dad can only do so much to get you out of trouble.”

Tony groans.

#devil may cry #dmcocweek #oc #original characters

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princesssarcastia · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on Star Trek AOS? (And do you think Kirk was on Tarsus?)

i have SO MANY THOUGHTS about star trek aos, so buckle up. brace yourself.

star trek aos is a terrible disaster and i love it SO MUCH. for me, star trek 2009 is still in that class of unreasonably pleasing movies like the mummy or stardust or jumanji: welcome to the jungle. what they are isn’t exactly top notch but you love them for being exactly what they are.

star trek aos is a star-studded fucking phenomenal cast of some of the best actors working today, which makes up for the very inconsistent writing and unfortunate low-level current of sexism.

literally where would i be today if chris pine could not make faces Like That. i honestly couldn’t tell you.

overall, I have quite a few bones to pick with JJ Abrams for setting up a star trek universe that is less Wacky Space Utopia adventures with liberal political commentary ranging from unsubtle to im-hitting-you-over-the-head-with-my-opinions-like-they’re-a-brick—

to this kind of overtly militarized action-hero adventure porn where one white man saves the universe from Scary People Who Don’t Look Like Us And Are Crazy. I also don’t appreciate what they did to Jim Kirk, turning him into this womanizing self-centered bastard who has to be in charge. I REALLY don’t appreciate the casual misogyny, what with the last of rank stripes for women and the gratuitous sex-ed up scenes and the way that Amanda Grayson gets fridged for man-pain and and and— you get the picture.

Or at least, that’s what they tried to do to jim kirk. and god fucking bless chris pine for being able to make facial expressions, because i firmly believe if pretty much almost anyone else had played Jim Kirk as written by JJ Abrams, that’s exactly what he would have been.

But because of chris pine’s acting, instead, most of the AOS fandom and I realized/decided that this “womanizing�� version of jim kirk actually really really hates himself so much, most likely for trauma reasons.

we took that shit and ran with it and never really stopped.

zachary quinto is also like god tier casting. unfortunately the writers for the first two movies mostly gave him Anger as a primary motivator, which like, is not exactly how I would interpret Spock at all, but quinto played this Angry Spock so so well.

ZOE SALDANA PLAYS THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, NYOTA UHURA, PERFECTLY AND THAT’S ALL I’LL HEAR ON THE MATTER.

john cho should be cast in everything ever he’s amazing and I love seeing him. this man has the range. hikaru sulu is the backbone of this fucking ship. this man wins the big damn hero award every single movie.

i still miss living in the same world as anton yelchin. i really, really do.

I also have found family feelings all over these movies, where these baby versions of iconic characters from the sixties are brought together too early to witness too much fucking trauma. harry potter references aren’t exactly in vogue right now, but there’s this one piece from a—well, actually, its a harry potter reference in an mcu fic i read years ago, now that i think about it, but anyway:

it was something like, there are some things you can’t go through with a person—like that mountain troll in harry potter—without becoming friends for life. there are some crucibles that will bind you together forever. and awful as it is, I think Nero and the Vulcan genocide were the AOS crew’s mountain troll. there’s no going back or separating, after that.

also I feel like there’s a ton of competence porn in this trilogy that i deeply, deeply enjoy.

star trek: 2009 and into darkness are both grimdark male power fantasy bullshit that only accidentally hits all the right buttons for me. I love them dearly but i know EXACTLY what they are, thank you.

star trek: beyond is a delightful movie with no real plot where our favorite crew are finally Adults With A Modicum Of Common Sense And Stability, instead of Disaster Children Angsting All Over The Place, and they get to save the universe with the power of excellent rock music and friendship. how cool is that?!? i wanna give simon pegg a high five for making this movie.

on a more meta note, what I find kind of satisfying about these movies is that—for all his many faults that i’m always happy to expound upon—JJ Abrams actually went for it. He Did That. He just made his own brand new timeline, killed jim kirk’s dad, then gave him an abusive uncle/step-dad, then literally destroyed one of the founding planets of the Federation, then he, in an iconic fashion, switched Jim and Spock’s places in the infamous “wrath of khan” death scene, so instead Spock gets to watch Jim die.

and you know what? I can forgive a lot of bullshit for that kind of poetic angsty fanfic plot detail.

every time uhura says, “an alternate reality,” in star trek 2009 just gives me chills. every time she says it, you feel the weight of sixty years of history and legacy sitting on these people’s shoulders, the weight of arguably one of the most popular TV shows of all time.

imagine, living in a new world you’re aware isn’t the one that was supposed to be. imagine that!

oh! and on the question of tarsus:

what I think is probably true irl: JJ Abrams has never thought that far ahead in his life. correct me if i’m wrong, but hadn’t he.....not even watched star trek.........when he made these movies............like lol i’d bet you this man didn’t even really know Tarsus was a thing. And even if he did, I don’t think he thought it was part of the new canon he was creating. AOS is much more self-contained than the serialized universe the original star trek was, so I don’t think that AOS was intended to encompass all those things, like tarsus, that we as a fandom like to obsess over.

what I personally enjoy: i love me some AOS fic that explores the ridiculous amounts of trauma that comes from living through a genocide. I think that, given we all decided AOS Jim Kirk hates himself, and engages in a shit ton of self-sabotaging and destructive behavior to cope, it’s a reasonable jump to think that at least some of that comes from some survivor’s guilt bullshit from Tarsus. And honestly, hit me up if you want recs for this, because boy do I have them. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: no one does angst quite like AOS!Jim Kirk.

what I believe wholeheartedly: this is like Schrödinger's Plot Point, okay, it both exists and doesn’t exist simultaneously. it’s easy to read tarsus into some of jim’s behavior, and it’s easy to read none of it in, and both of those choices are valid. go with your gut, go with what makes you happy, go with what you think makes sense. This is where fandom lives, in these little details that fall through the cracks.

anyway WOW did I talk a lot. those are at least some of my star trek thoughts. i do have others, but i’ve expounded on them before on this blog, and y’all don’t need me to repeat myself

ask me my thoughts on ______

#star trek #aos star trek #jj abrams #ask meme #actually i also had the tarsus convo with a mutual recently #and like 99.99% of my fandom opinions it boils down to: You Do You Babe We're Doing This For Fun #long post #(oops)#lupanymeria

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alighieri-sparda · 4 years ago

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Hello, can i request something on the lines of what will the sparda family do with their child going off to college? (I'm starting my spring semester and i just want some wholesome family content)

DMC Boys + Their Child Going Off To College

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Oh my, that’s so cute! My classes are about to start too (I’m still in high school but anyway) and having something like this to write is just amazing.

I considered that their child is moving from their houses to a student dormitory or are simply living alone to study because I didn’t know what “going off to college” meant exactly and needed to search. Non-native speaker problems, lol XD

Anyway, hope you like it, dear.~

Dante

He is so proud of his child for managing to live a common life despite being surrounded by demonic stuff since the very beginning of their existence. That’s what Dante tried to do for his child: to make them safe and unrelated to devil hunting because Dante doesn’t need a successor, he needs a family. And that’s what he hopefully achieved.

Dante knew they would need to leave and live their own life at some point, but it doesn’t mean he’s exactly ready for the moment it happens. The poor teary devil even tries to mask his emotions, but he can’t avoid the broken tone his voice gets.

“Don’t forget your old man, ‘kay? Come to visit me.” He says while he hugs tightly his beloved child.

Sometimes he will call them to see if everything is going well with them. Dante never went to college, but he knows it requires a lot of effort and it can be stressful — that’s what he heard from Patty, at least.

If his child already has their own house, Dante constantly visits them on their vacations. If they’re just living in the college dormitory, he’s more than happy to welcome them home once more.

This man has no money, but it doesn’t stop him from helping them with their books and other materials they may need.

Dante probably asked them to teach him how to cook well and without any risks to blow up the kitchen, since they had to learn it by themselves to survive.

Nero

Just like his uncle, Nero is very proud of his child for choosing the normal human life instead of demon hunting. He always gave them the right to choose between these two things, and once they made their choice, Nero made his best to raise his child well protected and properly educated. And things went fortunately well.

Nero himself studied two years of college during his time as an Order Knight, and because of that, Nero has some good advice to give them. He loves to feel like the wise ancient man who spreads his knowledge and experience to his child.

And of course, he wants to help with everything. Do they need books? He can buy all of them without a problem. They don’t want to live in the student’s dormitory? Nero will help them to buy a house near the university. Money is not a problem to him, since he learned to have good money management to raise a child, in the first place.

“If something really weird happens, call me immediately. I can handle anything in the case if you don’t.”

He is not much worried about what would happen to them, since Nero trained his child to protect themselves pretty well and demonic apparitions are usually his gig anyway.

Nero prefers to send text messages instead of calling them. The last thing he wants is to bother them and disturb their studies, so Nero just texts them and patiently waits for their answer. He saves callings for emergencies.

Oh, this poor man is too emotional about it. His beloved child, the most important thing in his life, is now leaving to make their own steps in life, a normal one. V is sure they won’t abandon him, but he surely will miss their presence there. Griffon and Shadow aren’t feeling that different either; they saw that child on their first days of existence, after all.

“Hey, little spawn, don’t forget about us! We don’t want to see V dying of sadness because you decided to disappear among humans.” Griffon exclaims while he flies around them at the moment they’re leaving.

Demonic apparitions never were a problem to him and his child, so he’s not worried about it at first. But of course, his old memories and traumas still haunt him; so V ends up telling them: “Don’t hesitate to call me if something strange happens.”

V is very much interested in what they are going to study in college, so it’s not uncommon to see him calling his child just to talk about their day and what they’re studying during that semester. Offering help is also obligatory for V.

At this point, he knows how the human world works and how stressful college can be; due to this fact, whenever they have free time, V visits them — or welcomes them home if they just live in the student’s dormitory — and organizes a special night to help them relax and forget about that university stuff a little. Dad’s dinner is always the best.

Books and materials won’t be a problem for his child. V can provide them anything they need just with things he already has.

Vergil

Demonstrating feelings isn’t something Vergil is used to doing. Even with his child, the most important living being he has in his life, the eldest son of Sparda can’t be open about his emotions; and it starts to be a problem when they need to go off to college and leave the constant protection he always provided them.

Vergil is not ready for it at all. But he knows it is necessary since they opted for an ordinary life — a choice that he obviously supported. This fact, however, didn’t prevent Vergil to teach them how to use weapons and give them a… pretty weird suggestion:

“Dad, I’m not bringing a sword to the university.”

“Don’t be reckless, my child. You never know when you’re going to need one.”

He asks them to call him whenever they’re feeling stressed or in need of help — either if it’s about demonic apparitions or problems with activities. Vergil himself wants to call his child, but he ends up not doing it.

Sends some books of his personal collection to them monthly. Not only to help with college, by the way.

Vergil secretly wonders how his mother would react to her grandchild going to college and living like a normal person, which was probably her desire for him and Dante. He tries not to think much about it.

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc headcanons #devil may cry headcanons #dmc dante #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc v

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localcactushugger · 4 years ago

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Badass Nico Di Angelo Moments in ToN that make me Feral

spoilers under the cut for The Tower of Nero!

#1) Nico 100% wanting to help Apollo despite the fact that he's been been having horrible nightmares and PTSD flashbacks, along with hearing voices from Tatarus. He’s tired of focusing on things that he can't change so instead he focuses on tasks where he actually has control. This is very in character for Nico. Despite pain he perseveres and focuses on the mission, trying to help in anyway he can. This is even after Apollo confirmed Jasons death as well. Jason and Nico were close, and Jason was the first person who accepted him for who he really was. But Nico pushed forward anyway. (This is one of the reasons why Reyna basically adopted Nico. He always pushes forward, despite the pain, and perseveres. Something she can relate to.)

#2) Nico stubbornly refusing to watch the original Star Wars trilogy despite the wrath of his Glow-in-the-dark boyfriend

#3) Nico getting Camp Half-Blood to make him his own black T-shirt because he simply refuses to ruin his black-and-white aesthetic

#4) Nico conveniently having a plan to use Troglodytes in the battle against Nero. (Hey you need an undead army for the battle of Manhattan? oh yeah, the Doors of Death? I know where those are! The Athena Parthenos? I can totally carry that across the world without disintegrating into shadow! Hey Percy just swim in the River Styx DUH. seriously I never get tired of Nico finding ways to save the day.)

#5) Nico leaping across a fucking cater onto a crane and scaring the living shit out of Apollo. My boys giving his future Father-in-Law a heart attack 😂

#6) Nico saving Apollo’s ass Pt.1 by shadow traveling him and Meg away from feral death cows at the last second.

#7) Nico saving Apollo’s ass Pt.2 by fucking turning a guard into a skeleton right before that bitch was about to stab Apollo in the chest

#8) Nico saving Apollo’s ass Pt.3 by dragging Apollo across Neros Tower while he simultaneously cut through monsters without even slowing down or hesitating as Apollo was giggly, delirious, and injured. I'm also really glad that Apollo noted how Nico is much stronger than he looks. Nico may look like a twig at first but even Jason said at one point (was it in MoA or HoH?) that Nico had gained muscle from sword training after Tartarus. People always characterize Nico as not eating either (which is true when he's feeling really depressed) but he's gotten better at it since BoO.

#9) Nico saving Apollo’s ass Pt.4 with his dramatic entrance. literally breaking down Neros blast doors with a fucking feral bull that he somehow turned into a skeleton. And then this dramatic bitch who is 100% sick of Neros B.S has the audacity to point to Nero and say “Kill that one”. Honestly picturing the Bull scene is hilarious to me. Imagine being seconds away from killing Apollo after years of planning, only to be interrupted by an exasperated, beat-to-shit, battle hardened, feral 15 yr old, who looks like he should be working at Hot Topic. And is he wearing a white cowboy hat?? Where did he get a bull??? The randomness and pure panic in that scene is absolutely gold. Nico Di Angelo is an agent of chaos and I live for it.

#10) Nico fighting a group of Germani by himself in Nero throne room while his bull wreaks havoc on all those who get in its path. Bonus points for saving Apollo from that one wolf monster who was about to bite his head off (Nico saving Apollos ass Pt.5 lol. Seriously Will you need to tell your dad that Nico isn't a babysitter)

#11) Apollo giving Nico an opening to attack Nero by shooting one of the Germani he’s locked in combat with. The second Nico gets a chance this boy doesn't hesitate. He fucking tires to cut Nero in half !!! if Nero wasn't immortal he would’ve been done for! So when cutting Nero in half doesn’t work and Nico sword get’s grabbed and tossed across the room what does he try??? Does he back off like a normal person?? NO! HE TRIES TO STRANGLE THAT BITCH!!! 😂😂😂 This gremlin child 100% tried to strangle an immortal emperor! He said “I don't need a sword to kill you bitch, try me”. Nico Di Angelo is raw as fuck. and that only in this book. The son of Hades wakes up every morning and chooses violence. I love him.

#12) The fact that Nico is willing to go back to Tartarus, the place that left him with immeasurable trauma, just to save Bob. because he “doesn't like when people are forgotten”. (this is the boy who spent most of his life alone, who talked to Hestia when no-one else noticed her, who spent time with Bob when everyone had forgotten about him. Who always selflessly tried to help other people because he knows what it like to be miserable and in pain. Nico is such a sweetie.)

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echo-three-one · 4 years ago

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Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Abducted in a decent hotel room. That's the summary.

Table of Contents

Previous Chapter : Lurking in the Shadows

Chapter 19 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

forgive the piccrew ;-;

Vlad the Janitor

Samantha Coleman

Happy Traveler Inn - Room 240

Moscow, Russia

"Room Service!" Someone knocked at the door and something in Russian followed. Samantha assumed it's the same thing but in Russian. She carefully eyed the three men whom she knew were secretly armed. They were members of Shepherd's secret force, the one he calls "Shadow Company".

She's tired of being held hostage, she just wanted to live a normal life. And if Alex was correct, she can't believe that she chose to forget him just to get another shot at a normal life. She felt stupid. And she actually missed him. Even with all the jumbled and altered memories, her heart reacted to his presence.

The three abductors looked at her threateningly as the janitors entered. She knew she wasn't supposed to act suspicious or she's dead.

"We don't need cleaning!" One exclaimed as he shoved the janitor to the door, out of surprise the two janitors immediately grabbed mops and brooms and began fighting the abductors.

Samantha described it as a scene straight out of the movies, the trio worked together, hitting enemies until they were knocked down by severe hits in the head. They quickly disarmed and bound the abductors.

The tall janitor approached her, his eyes felt familiar but Samantha was reluctant to accept help. She eyed his name tag which said "Hello I'm VLAD"

"Thanks, Vlad?" She guessed, Vlad quickly removed his hat and face mask.

"Aw come on, Samantha. It's me!" Alex smiled, behind him, Roach and Soap stood and looked happy to see her.

Samantha's heart skipped a beat. She was right. He did go to the ends of the world for her multiple times. That meant that whatever they shared back on her memory lapses were far too significant for him. She hugged him tight and he reciprocated it quickly. She wanted to kiss him already but in their situation, it was better to keep it for later.

"Here you go, Alex." Soap tossed him the abductor's uniform as they quickly changed from janitors to bodyguards as they escorted her back to safety.

"Ghost this is Alex. The package is secure. Prepare for exfil."

"Roger that, pal." He replied as they effortlessly exited the hotel, leaving a message to Shepherd that he should not mess with them.

The elevator ride was the most awkward place for Samantha. The tension between her and Alex were reaching new heights. Their eye contacts felt more intense and small grazes from their hands felt like small jolts of electricity. Her heart raced so fast that she bit her lip.

"Thanks for saving me guys. For a second I thought you were never going to find me." She breathed as Alex slowly locked his hand on hers. She felt her cheeks warm up as his touch sent her on an ecstatic feeling. Was he really like this to her?

"You're still our priority, Samantha. Disbanded or not." Roach grinned as the elevator dinged upon reaching the Parking lot. In front of them was Price, driving the van and Ghost slowly sliding the door open.

"Welcome back, Samantha." The masked man greeted them as they entered the vehicle.

Safe House 110197

Brazil

Alex somewhat expected familiarity or nostalgia from Samantha, but all she remembered was the name of the safehouse. The number combination was somewhat familiar. She felt guilty and frustrated once she stepped foot on the house, as none of the items rang something from her memory while Alex took effort in recalling everything they did during their stay there, things that Samantha didn't expect she'd do but wanted to feel all over again.

Amidst the stress of the things happening around them, Maxine and Francine were getting along as they prepared a little feast once they heard that Samantha's on the way here. Maxine cried as she hugged her best friend and Samantha couldn't help but also shed tears.

"I missed you. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She asked, those same words also came out of Alex's mouth earlier, guess she was that important to the two of them?

"I'm fine, Max. They didn't hurt me or anything. Shepherd was actually out to use me as a bargaining chip so that my Dad would help him." The room fell silent. This was what they needed to hear. Intel.

Before lunch was even served, they already gathered around the dinner table. Alex finally sat beside Samantha, and that meant Ghost was the only one without a partner.

Samantha discussed the case at hand. How Shepherd would give Nero an IP Address in exchange for blueprints of an EMP Nuke. He'll then use such machinery to combat Nero's assault as well as avenge 30,000 of his defeated troops in Afghanistan. He also has his own elite troop called Shadow Company, which were trained the same way as the 141, but they had strength in numbers.

The rest of the evening was devastating. Now that they had information on Shepherd, Price and Jack started to call in some favors and prepared for the best window to fight back. Ghost got a text from Agent Ryder of interpol that she was too late to stop the trade of funds and now Shepherd has put the remaining 141 as most wanted people. Laswell also called Price that the initial plan of creating a task force was not going to work considering they're already fugitives and they should be more careful outdoors. Everyone else looked like they saw this one coming, they already knew the risks of the things they've done and proceeded to live their lives.

Samantha caught a glimpse of Max and Roach sprinkling each other water while washing the dishes, Soap and France arguing about how the word 'whimsy' was supposed to be used in a sentence and Ghost was always on his command center. She felt that she was never gone.

"How are you holding up, Love?" Alex plopped beside her, giving her a glass of water. Samantha smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"I don't remember you calling me that." She questioned, as she noticed the faint smell of Alex that she began to admire.

"Of course you don't. That's why I'm helping you." he grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear. She giggled and inhaled once more.

"You smell good today… Are you still trying to win my heart? I thought you already did." She mused, blushing as she ran a hand across his strong inked arms. She was always scared of heavily tattooed men, but this guy was an exception to the rule.

"Well, I wore clothes from two different people today… so… but nevermind that reason. Is it working? To you…? Are you… smitten?" He wiggled his eyebrows in an attempt to be seductive and Samantha just laughed. Was it possible to fall in love with a guy whom you already love? If so, then she's all for it.

"I can't say for sure, Vlad." She teased as he quickly fished his wallet, revealing a letter inside a small ziploc container. He gave it to Samantha as she uncrumpled it and started to read the contents.

"What's this?" she asked, looking at her own writing, she started to feel scared and nervous about the letter.

"You left that note to me before you forgot me… I tried to keep it for as long as I could, to the point that I almost wanted to throw it away." he held her hand while she held the letter.

"My Dearest Alex…" She spoke softly. Her hands began to tremble as he gently tightened his grip on her, making her feel more at ease.

"...In a span of three weeks, you managed to make me feel love once again. You allowed me to realize that even after a horrible loss, I could still open my heart and feel the joy of falling in love." This was clearly her creation, she slowly turned to Alex as he smiled and nodded his head to continue.

"...I always told myself that no matter how painful it is, I'll never forget your face, your smile, your eyes and all those memories we shared together. I actually convinced myself that we were a happily married couple back in that safehouse, an illusion I made because my heart felt like it. It was a good feeling, and I want to thank you for it." She leaned on his shoulders, looked at him once more and mouthed "Sorry".

"It looked like I forgot…" tears started to well on her eyes and Alex smiled. He wasn't the crying type but his eyes were already starting to get wet.

"I can't help but think about a lot of things, one being that if we were destined to meet and not end up together, it would be better if I don't meet you at all. I'm sorry to say this but I do love you so much and I know I promised, but I think my heart couldn't carry the idea of you existing and not within my grasp. It's utterly heartbreaking." she sobbed, hot tears fell from her cheek and Alex immediately wiped them off with his thumbs as she continued reading, her voice was shaky.

"So, your office offered me a chance to alter my memories of meeting you, along with the memory that made Nero look for me. You were on a briefing and I wanted to talk to you personally, maybe feel your warmth one last time. I'd want to kiss you too, but I guess the world didn't want that to happen." She looked at Alex one more time, then their lips met, it was a small peck, their lips immediately parted upon contact. She looked back at her letter"

"So I took the offer, and by the time you read this, I'm already on my way home to resume the life I've lost. I'm sure Maxine misses me right now...

I know you'll agree to this because I feel you always want what's best for me. If our paths would cross again, I hope you'll remember me the way I remembered you before I take this operation, A good memory that's supposed to last forever.

Apologizing in advance if I don't remember you anymore.

Don't you dare forget about me,

- Samantha" Teardrops splattered across the paper as she folded it and reached for Alex's mouth, this time they went all out. Like teenagers who shared their first french kiss, sloppy, needy yet satisfying. They didn't care about their surroundings. All they both cares about was that they were within each other's grasp after a very long time.

"I guess you kept my word. You never forgot me…" She exhaled as they broke the kiss.

"It's because I can't… and I told myself that I won't." Alex replied as they kissed once again. This time, they could hear Maxine and Roach cheering in the background.

"Geez! Get a room you two!" A loud Scottish yell was heard from the distance. But despite all the noise, the two of them didn't mind.

Samantha was brushing her teeth when Alex snuck up from behind, wrapping his arms around her. She remembered how she admitted to the letter that they acted like a married couple, maybe this was always their thing for weeks. She was happy as they both swayed harmoniously, looking at the most handsome man in the world, hugging her.

"Do hmm haa hoo heemmmi hoo?" She mumbled while her hands brushed her teeth.

"We don't. But if we had one what would you think it'd be?" Alex mused, turning to her. He already knew what she meant despite it being inaudible. She spat the contents of her mouth and finished brushing her teeth before turning to him, all while still under his warm embrace.

"Have you heard of Way Back into Love?" she asked, Alex's reaction was a very wholesome smile.

"Like from that movie? Yeah." he chuckled, minty breath traveled to her nostrils.

"All I want to do is find a way back into love…" she sang softly, her singing voice made Alex smile.

"I can't make it through without a way back into love…" Alex sang or more specifically, said the words near the tune. Samantha giggled as they swayed to their little song.

"And if I open my heart again

I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end" They sang together, Samantha doing it in tune while Alex sounded like he's narrating the song. They both were spinning around on the small area in front of the sink, enjoying the moments that they were together once again. Samantha wishing that she'll never get separated from Alex ever again.

Next Chapter : Undying Admiration

Notification Squad my Beloved

@enderio @whimsywispsblog @beemybee @samatedeansbroccoli @smokeywhalee @ricinbach

#horrayfic #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #alex echo 3 1 #gary roach sanderson #whateverittakes #I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO MUCH

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hazymultiverse · 4 years ago

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What would La Squadra's daughters be like when their young adults I feel like all of them would have some very interesting daughters?

Me, five seconds after seeing this ask: okay haze,,,, you have a bunch of other requests that have been waiting,,, don’t write your weird genderbend alternate universe domestic au headcanons reskinned as their daughters. It was a fun daydream while it lasted but no one is gonna care about-

My hands, already typing: ROLLER DERBY!

Risotto Nero: Risottos daughter is still quiet as she gets older, but doesn’t take any shit. Knows plenty of self defense, and keeps a knife she got for one of her birthdays on her at all times. Probably plays bass and her only makeup experience is corpse paint and over the top eyeliner for going to underground metal shows. She begged her dad for a dog in her early teens, and it’s absolutely massive, but a huge sweetheart. Has a great relationship with her dad, even though they don’t know exactly how to talk to each other.

Formaggio: Oh this girl is something else. Cannot keep her mind or focus on one thing at any time, she’ll tell you seven different stories in the process of telling one, and she won’t even finish half of them. She’s a killer hair stylist, seeing as she’s learned to shave designs into her own head, and into her dads. Says pog unironically, and has a shit ton of pins and cute charms on her backpack. Her and dad are best buds, and they prank each other constantly.

Prosciutto: Pros’ daughter is the type of girl at school that you can’t tell whether she’s really cool, or outright terrifying. Her style is immaculate, her makeup is precise, she can run full speed in heels, and if she hears you talking shit she will end your fucking life. She’s really apathetic about most people though, and puts up cold fronts in front of her friends. But they’ve come to learn her specific brand of friendship and affection. She’s probably bailed half the other girls out of jail before. Her and Prosciutto have an... interesting relationship. It’s not bad per se, but they have some conflicting opinions, and they’re both rather stubborn about being ‘right’. Lord help you if they team up.

Pesci: she’s short, thick, and pure muscle, covered in bandaids half the time and roller skates daily. She’s on her local roller derby team! She doesn’t always know her own strength, and she’s absolutely solid, so her hugs can be a bit painful if she isn’t careful, but she’s real sweet. Missing a tooth from when she got dared to hold onto a friends car while in her skates, but she’s never really been self conscious about it. Her and her dad take fishing trips together, mostly catch and release though, she feels too bad to actually kill them.

Illuso: she’s either into a very specific, very refined style of dance, or serious martial arts. Either way, she probably has a bunch of medals because she’s better than you, and she wants you to know that. She has this look that makes you think she’s about to insult you at all times, and she probably is. Uses an odd mix of twitter slang and really old phrases like “groovy” and “copacetic”. Makes all her insults sound like compliments (wow, I wish I had your confidence to wear that in public) and probably has screenshots saved about you just waiting for the moment she can strike. Her and her dad are at each other’s throats a lot with typical teen drama, but every so often they bond with the ancient art of judging people together.

Melone: absolute prodigy child, and knows too much. Instead of using this ability to get into a prestigious school or graduate early or something, she’s decided to use it for more fun purposes. Queen of blackmail, people pay her to dox people online or create some of the most convincing deepfakes you’ll ever see. Melone did not openly encourage this, but also doesn’t discourage it either, he’s thrilled at some of the choices she’s made, and looks forward to seeing how she keeps going. Her and Mel don’t act like a parent and child, but they have a good relationship. Though, they almost seem to treat the other like an experiment sometimes.

Ghiaccio: From the start, Ghia was protective, and that may have caused a few issues, but they’ve surprisingly worked it out faster than most because they never stopped talking to each other. She did hockey and softball when she was younger, and some acrobatics classes. A real athlete even through college. At some point she taught herself sign language so she could keep yelling at people even when she was told to quiet down. Her and her dad get along pretty well, though it gets explosive when they don’t.

Sorbet and Gelato: Their kid seems to be their opposite at first, kind, soft, caring and a general ‘good girl.’ But if you stay in the same room as them long enough, you know better. She’s a demon in disguise, but no one would ever dare claim her to be at fault, because she seems so sweet! She couldn’t have possibly done anything! But you know better. She collects things in shoeboxes under her bed. You don’t want her to show it off, no one does. She has Gelatos laugh, but Sorbets smirk, a chilling combination. She doesn’t really talk to her parents in front of people, but they always exchange knowing looks.

#la squadra

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tenshiscientia · 4 years ago

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Please Don’t Leave Me...

The battle was done. The demon finally vanquished. But the price...the price to vanquish that demon. Mikazuki had let herself be captured. She now lay encased in glittering diamond.

Almost as if she were asleep. The three descends of Sparda stood around the gem-like, alter-looking tomb and stared. Mikazuki couldn't be gone...she couldn't have let herself be...

"Mika, please...please don't be..." Dante began.

"Don't say it, Dante!" Vergil snapped, "She isn't, she's not gone!"

He lifted his hand and gently placed it on the gem tomb.

"All I have to do is free her from this, and she'll be fine..." he whispered, as if talking to himself.

Nero reached out and pulled Vergil's hand away.

"Dad, mom gave her life for us. She's like that so we could be saved. You could kill her if you break that thing..." Nero gently sighed, starting to pull Vergil away from Mikazuki's tomb.

"Release me child!" Vergil roared, twisting his arm away from Nero and glaring at him, blue energy all but crackling along his skin, signaling an oncoming trigger.

"Okay, okay. No one has to get hurt here right?" Dante said nervously, stepping in between Nero and Vergil and pushing them apart.

"I won't let him kill my mother!" Nero yelled, pushing against Dante's arm.

"She won't be killed and I won't be kept from my mate by an impertinent whelp like yourself. Stay out of my way!" Vergil growled, cracking energy still in the air.

Vergil turned back to Mikazuki's tomb and summoned up several swords. Directing them at the tomb, he made quick work of cracking away the diamond-like gem from all around her body. Clearing away the remaining shards, Vergil hovered over her, waiting for her to wake. For her to take in a breath and open her lavender eyes. None of this happened.

His name did not grace her lips, no light reflected in lavender depths for they did not open.

'Why don't you wake, my mate? Open your eyes!' words of desperation ran through Vergil's mind, but were unable to pass his lips.

Perhaps Nero had been right. Perhaps in doing this, in freeing Mikazuki's body from her diamond prison, he had actually killed her...

Vergil's hand slowly eased itself onto her cheek, smoothing over pale flesh. Flesh that was paler than it should have been. His thumb ran down to pale lips...that should have been rose pink...Had she suffocated while in this tomb of diamond? Unable to breathe when the demon took her and encased her in here?

Was she already dead before he even broke through to free her? So many questions ravaged through Vergil's mind, but they all lead back to one answer.

Mikazuki...was dead. His mate...was dead.

Vergil's heart started to burn with an immense pain. More immense than he had ever felt before. Worse than when Mundus had stripped him of who he was. Worse than when he split himself into two opposite beings. He felt as if his entire chest was being ripped open and his heart in its entirety was being ripped out.

Before, he wouldn't have cared. Before he learned how to embrace his humanity, he wouldn't have cared less that he lost Mikazuki. But now, now that she actually meant something to him. And now...in a way...he wished he could go back to how he was before. To where emotions were nothing.

They didn't phase him. Just so this pain would stop. It was said once a Devil took a mate, it was for life. And when that Devil lost their mate...the other would not be able to bare the pain and would follow soon after. Would this be how he died?

Because he lost his mate? A foolish way to die, for sure, but if it would ease the pain that he was feeling...then he would gladly take it.

Vergil's hand shakily reached up to Mikazuki's silver hair as a single tear fell from his eye and landed on her cheek.

"Please don't leave me..." he whispered against her lips, before kissing her fully.

As he pulled away, Vergil looked once again into Mikazuki's eyes hoping somehow that they would open. But they stayed shut, and a shuddering breath left Vergil as the pain in his chest increased. Yes, he would be following her into the black abyss of hell. Taking off his coat, he flung it out over Mikazuki to cover her, then slowly eased himself down at the base of the tomb. This would be his resting place.

He and Mikazuki would reside here for the rest of eternity. Their bones sitting there together as they were sitting at this very...

"Vergil? Vergil why is your coat over top of me? Why are you sitting on that dusty ass ground, and why am I so Goddess damned cold? Will one of you three adrenaline junkies fill me in here?"

Vergil's head snapped up and looked above him. There was Mikazuki, clutching his coat around herself, looking very much an angry devil huntress.

"Mika..." he gasped, scrambling up in a very un-Vergil like manner.

"Well yes that is me. Unless my name was changed. I don't think it was." she replied with a smile, then a slight frown crossed her lips and she reached out, brushing her hand over the trail the tear had left on Vergil's face, "So it's true, Devils do cry...I heard you, you know. 'Please don't leave me.' You don't have to worry about that. I won't."

For once in the world, the longest time, a smile actually crossed Vergil's face. He leaned in and lifted Mikazuki bridal style.

"You are never going on missions again." he told her firmly, before turning and starting the walk for the Devil May Cry office.

Nero and Dante, who had been spectators to all of this, watched them go. Nero started to follow but Dante stopped him and shook his head.

"Nah ah, kiddo. Give those two some alone time. He's going to need it for his sanities sake. Just like when you thought you lost Kyrie. You needed a long time alone with her, no one bothering you.

They need that now." Dante told him.

#devil may cry vergil #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc vergil #devil may cry 5 vergil #vergil #angst #happy ending #mate #vergil cries #nero has adopted mom #sad vergil #sad

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The Wish [7]

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Eva, Sparda, OC Rating: General Tags: Family, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Typical demon hunting violence

Summary: A demon gives Dante the chance to have his greatest desires made real. When he finds himself in a seemingly idyllic life, all seems well until it starts to unravel. Will he sacrifice himself to save the family he lost, or will he choose to give them up for the truth?

Now Posted: Chapter 7, in which Vergil has a moment.

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Chapter 7: Vergil Powers Up

They are on the highway still when Vergil says, “Pull over.”

Dante glances to the left, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel. “No can do, brother. The exit is coming up and—”

“Pull over, I’m going to be sick.”

With a sharp intake of breath, Dante does as he says, pulling into the emergency lane and flipping on the hazard lights. Vergil stumbles out of the car and takes a few steps away, leaning over to press his hands to his knees. Dante can see him with the glow from the overhead light, and he tries not to look, wondering if he should go out there. But he figures Vergil would want some privacy, so he waits patiently until he returns to the car and sinks into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him.

“Take me home,” Vergil says.

“We need to find Dad,” Dante replies.

There’s surprisingly no argument, so after a moment Dante glances over. “I have an idea or two where to look. I just want to stop at my shop and pick up a couple of things. Okay?”

Vergil rubs his finger on his upper lip before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Okay.”

Dante continues driving, grateful the traffic is light. They make it back to the city in no time, but as he heads through downtown Vergil says again, “No. Wait. What am I doing? Stop!”

“We can’t stop,” Dante mutters.

“Let me out of this car, Dante!” Vergil shouts.

The next traffic light turns yellow, and he slows to a stop at the intersection. “What’s the plan, Verge?” he argues. “Gonna just throw up all night and hope he comes back? Dad is out there doing god-knows-what, and I can’t do this by myself.”

Vergil groans and presses his palm to his face. “You stabbed him, Dante, you fucking stabbed him! Why the fuck would you do that? Why—how would you know he would—what the fuck—”

Dante winces as Vergil’s breathing goes heavy, and for a moment he’s scared Vergil is going to lose it. It’s a weird feeling. The last time he saw Vergil in the flesh, he was cold, almost disconnected in the Temen-ni-gru. Even here in this place he seems put together, cool-headed, and thinking back, Dante can’t ever remember a time when Vergil just lost his shit.

“What you need is a drink,” he says.

He turns down a street and pulls up in front of the first bar he finds. Dante climbs out of the car and walks around to the side, opening the passenger door. “Come on,” he says.

“No, no I can’t—I have to—Mary is—”

Dante reaches inside and pulls him out, and luckily Vergil doesn’t fight him. He is clutching the Yamato, but Dante decides against trying to pry it away, instead pushing him towards the tavern and through the entrance.

Inside it is thankfully empty, just a couple of drunks at the counter and a waitress rolling silverware at a table. They take a booth in the back, and under the light dangling over the table, Dante can see that Vergil is pale. He feels guilty, but there’s nothing to be done about that now, and when the waitress steps up a few seconds later he orders them both a shot of Jack Daniels and a beer.

“Okay,” Dante says once she is out of earshot. “I’ll tell you everything. Okay?”

Vergil looks up to meet his eyes, his face a bit drawn. “Tell me,” he says through gritted teeth.

Suddenly Dante is nervous. They had left the house in a hurry, Dante pushing Vergil in front of him as Eva came hurrying down the steps to see after the commotion. He had told her they argued and that Sparda had taken off and they were going to get him, and then Dante had practically dragged Vergil to the car. If she noticed the weapons they carried she didn’t say anything, just watched them from the door as he had pulled away and tried to scrape together a plan as Vergil sat in shocked silence beside him for most of the ride.

“Okay,” Dante repeats. “So, Dad is a demon. I think you got that much.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Vergil hisses.

“He’s from… I don’t know, the Underworld. Hell.” Vergil scowls, making it clear he doesn’t believe him. “I’m not making this up. You saw the weapons. You saw him get up and heal.”

Vergil gazes at him suspiciously. “Demons aren’t real,” he says.

“Then explain what happened,” Dante challenges.

Vergil just shakes his head, so Dante continues, “He defeated the king of Hell a long time ago. About three thousand years, I think. Dad’s been on Earth since then, I don’t know, doing whatever.”

“Doing whatever?” Vergil deadpans.

Dante throws out his hands. “I don’t know! Dicking around I guess? Until he met Mom.”

Vergil’s jaw works for a moment before he bites out, “Keep going.”

“There are gates all over the world that connect our world to the demon one, and he sealed them up and makes sure they don’t open. Only…” His voice drifts off as he tries to think of a way to explain his own situation. “I don’t know, sometimes they don’t stay closed, and demons come out—”

Dante grimaces a bit when he sees Vergil’s expression. “You expect me to believe this?”

“I expect you to believe your own eyes,” he replies.

The waitress returns with their drinks, and she tilts her head at Vergil. “Keep that thing out of sight, will ya?” she says.

Vergil frowns before looking down, then starts as if he didn’t realize he was holding a sword. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—I forgot.”

She snorts and walks away. Dante sets the a shot in front of them both, nudging him with his foot. “Here. Take this and I’ll keep talking.”

Shakily, Vergil nods, and together they drink the whiskey. Dante wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sighing as the liquid goes down nice and smooth before he nods to his brother. “That’s Yamato. It’s yours. Supposed to be, anyway.”

“Why?” he asks.

Dante shrugs. “I don’t know. Sparda gave me Rebellion and you Yamato. Where I’m from, we got them as kids. They were his weapons that he used to take care of the demons.” He picks up his beer and takes a sip before pointing at the sword. “Yamato can open and close the seals. It’s quite a power you have there.”

Vergil lays Yamato on the table, his hands trembling a bit. “I don’t want this power,” he says.

A snort escapes Dante before he can stop it. “What?” Vergil snaps.

“Just funny is all. The you I know only wants power.”

“You keep saying that.” Vergil eyes his suspiciously. “You said, ‘where I’m from’. What is that?”

Dante takes another sip. “Drink and I’ll tell you the rest.”

Vergil looks at him suspiciously, but he picks up the bottle and takes several swallows. Dante nods as he sets it down and says, “Okay. Don’t freak out, Verge. I’m a demon hunter. I’ve been on my own since I was seven, when demons attacked our house.”

“What?”

“We were kids. Dad was gone, I don’t know where. It was just us and Mom for a while. Then one day they attacked. They…” He swallows and rubs his palms on his jeans, looking away so he doesn’t have to watch Vergil’s expression.. “They killed Mom. She hid me in a closet and went to go find you, and I… never saw her again.”

Vergil takes a moment to consider this. “Nothing you’re saying makes sense.”

“I know, but it’s the truth.” He plants his elbow on the table and points at himself. “I don’t fix bikes, I run a business where I kill demons. I was on a job when I met this one and it told me it would grant a wish.”

“A wish?”

“Yeah, like some fucked-up genie,” Dante chuckles. “It sent me here, where all of you were alive. And it’s great, I love seeing you guys again! I love having you back.” He takes a deep breath. “But things have been weird. I don’t think this place is gonna last long. And if there are demons still around, then you need to know the truth. Everyone does. Because if they come back…”

Vergil’s voice is cold as he asks, “What happened to me in your world?”

Dante takes a deep breath. How much should he reveal? It probably wouldn’t help things to tell the whole truth, so he decides to give the basics. “You died. When the demons came to our house and killed Mom, they killed you too. I thought they did, anyway. Turns out you were actually alive. But we didn’t see each other until we were grown up. I lived on the streets, and I guess you did too, getting helped by people along the way. But the demons never stopped coming. See, they hated Sparda, and Mundus—that’s the guy he sealed—wanted out. Some shit went down, and you ended up… well, let’s just say you weren’t the bag of fun you are now.”

Vergil makes a face so Dante quickly continues, “You raised this tower in the middle of Red Grave City and killed all these people and unleashed a shit ton of demons on the world that I had to fight. You tried to open up the gates to hell but some other shit went down with Mary’s father.” Suddenly he brightens. “Mary’s a demon hunter too, you know. She kicked your ass. She’s kicked mine too. We closed the gate but then us two fought and you…”

Dante realizes he has done the opposite of give the basics, so he clears his throat. “Anyway, you fell off the tower into the closing portal and went to hell. The end.”

Vergil stares at him for a full minute, and Dante drains his beer, wondering what is happening. His brother is expressionless, and he swears he can almost hear him processing all that. “Uh, Verge?” he finally says. “You good?”

A slow smile breaks out over Vergil’s face and he begins to laugh. “Okay, you got me.” Dante frowns as Vergil shakes his head and chuckles. “I almost believed you. You’re pretty good at this.”

“I’m not lying.”

“And the blood? The sword? That was good.” Vergil laughs again and looks around. “Is Dad going to pop out now? He always liked a good trick but that was something else. Was Mom in on it too?”

“Vergil—”

“This has been fun, Dante, but I’m tired.” He stands up, still holding Yamato, and pulls his jacket closed. “I had a long day and I just want to go home. Are you driving or do I need to call a cab?”

Dante slides out of the booth. “Vergil, it’s true. It’s not a trick. I didn’t make it up.”

Vergil rolls his eyes. “Joke’s over. You can stop all this. It isn’t funny if you don’t give it up.”

“I’m not—It’s not a joke!” Dante grits his teeth as the humor slides from Vergil’s face. “Dad is a demon. We’re half demons. You’re supposed to be dead.”

“I’m not dead, you idiot,” Vergil hisses.

“Vergil, just listen!” Dante reaches out and grabs his arm, which Vergil yanks away. “We gotta—”

“Don’t touch me. You’ve gone too far.” Vergil looks angry now, and Dante’s shoulders sag in defeat. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I have half a mind to call the police.”

“Vergil—”

“I said don’t touch me!” He gives Dante a shove as he reaches out again, and Dante stumbles back into the table. The glasses rattle as he rights himself, and the two brothers glare at one another. It’s familiar enough that it’s painful, as if a million other fights just like this in their history have been carefully set on a path to this moment.

“Settle down, boys.” The waitress steps between them, and she jerks her thumb at the bartender, who is scowling at them. “Take it outside.”

“No problem. I’m leaving,” Vergil says.

“No, you’re not.”

Vergil rolls his eyes. “Can I use your phone to call a cab?”

The girl nods and points to the bar. As Vergil heads in that direction, Dante steps towards him, but the waitress stops him, her hands firmly pushing him back. “I said settle down,” she warns. “Or Pete over there will settle it for you.”

“Pete can go to hell,” Dante snaps.

“Hell? Like where he is?” she asks. Dante jerks backwards as she tilts her head towards Vergil, who sits on a stool as the bartender hands him a phone. “Is that what you want, Dante? You want your brother to go back to hell?”

“Who the fuck are you?” he hisses.

The waitress sighs. “He’s happy. You’re happy. Isn’t that enough?”

Dante’s heartbeat pounds in his ears as he pushes the waitress aside. “Vergil! Get out of here!”

Vergil turns with a scowl, probably to curse him out, but then his expression turns to shock. Before Dante can turn to see what he is staring at, claws grab him and toss him into the air. He flies into the wall and a dartboard falls on his head as chunks of wood rain down on him, and Dante shakes his head to clear it.

The waitress hasn’t gone full demon yet, but her eyes are glowing and her fingers now have long spikes at the end. “Ready to choose, Dante?” she hisses.

He climbs to his feet and puts his hand out, summoning Rebellion. But the sword doesn’t materialize, and with a groan he pictures it in the backseat of the car. It probably still obeys his old man, he figures, so Dante picks up a chair and slams it into the ground. He grabs two of the legs and twirls one in his hand. “Lady, you don’t know who you’re messing with.”

A tiny part of him has a momentary fear as he wonders if he can do this. Rebellion didn’t answer his call, so what if his other demon hunting skills are also gone? But as the demon streaks towards him, he easily dodges a punch and delivers one of his own, sending the waitress into the ground. He feels guilty for a second about hitting a girl which he gets over when she lands a kick on his shin.

Dante lets go a string of curses as they fight, and as he knocks the demon away again he turns to Vergil and shouts, “Yamato! Now!”

Vergil shakes himself from where he sits, staring in shock, the phone receiver forgotten in his hand. “Vergil!” Dante cries, and his brother looks down at the sword he still carries. There is a moment’s hesitation before he tosses it to Dante, who catches it mid-air and pulls the blade from its sheath in one fluid movement. He spins, pulling the sword in an arc around his shoulder, and with one easy slash he slices through the waitress as she springs towards him again.

The bar goes quiet as the chaos stills. Dante laughs as he catches his breath, happily wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket before glancing over at Vergil. “Now do you believe me?” he says.

Vergil lets go a shaky breath. “Is she… like Dad?”

“Yeah. But this one isn’t coming back.” Dante slides Yamato back into its sheath. “Most demons are sons of bitches, like this one. Only a few are—”

His words are cut off as a thick arm goes around his throat, cutting off his airway. Vergil springs to his feet and shouts his name as Dante tries to buck the demon off. It must be the bartender, he realizes, gripping the forearm pressed to his neck and pulling with all his strength.

But the demon doesn’t budge, and Dante gasps out as his blood pumps furiously. “Vergil, run—” he tries to say, Yamato clanging loudly when he drops it to the floor.

“Dante!” Vergil looks almost panicked, starting forward. The demon growls menacingly and he pauses. “What do I do? What do I do?” “Just go—” The demon cuts him off again, and Dante’s vision swims.

“Stop!” Vergil shouts. “Let him go!”

Suddenly the air seems to move, swirling in a cyclone around them. Vergil looks furious, his chin dropping as he glares at them, and the demon’s grip loosens. Then every knife in the bar, from behind the counter and the waitress’ station and scattered on the floor from when the fight had toppled the table she had been folding silverware all lift into the air together, dozens and dozens pointed straight at them. “Oh shit,” Dante grunts, and he manages to drop to the floor a split second later as they shoot towards them.

The knives hit their target, and the demon bartender keels over with a groan as the blades slash through his body. Dante rolls out of the way, snatching up Yamato as he stands. With a final kick of his boot to make sure that the bartender is really dead, he carefully skirts the mess in the bar to walk over to Vergil.

His brother seems shell-shocked. “Thanks,” Dante says, handing him the sword.

Vergil nods as he takes it back. “Yeah.”

They stare at each other for a long moment, and together they turn back to the bar and slide into stools next to each other as Dante leans over the counter to snag a bottle and two glasses.

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Be My Nightmare Ch18

The Hunt

Word count - 5,487

Quick shout out to @just-another-art-dump for all her help with brainstorming and beta reading the last section. You are a goddess!

Warnings for violence, murder and some yummy spice. Enjoy!

~~~~Previous Chapter~~~~

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V blinked to clear away the sleepiness lingering in his mind. A thick haze of confusion gave him pause; did he have another episode? Where was he? He blinked again, forcing his eyes to focus on his surroundings.

The room was one he recognized instantly. Dark blue walls, posters of rock bands and action films tacked up in places. Splashes of light peeked past the old curtains hanging over a two-paned window. The familiar bookshelf, still messily stuffed with comics and tattoo books, right beside a small desk littered with needles, tubes and other accoutrements.

Nero’s bedroom, untouched since his death. His heart sank. Of all the places to find himself…

The artist took a shaky breath and tried to clear the cobwebs clinging to the rafters of his mind. Last he recalled, he was evading capture and bearing a fresh gunshot wound. Foggy, half-formed images danced in his memory of walking, lovely red on his hands and the hem of his pants, his own blood oozing lazily from his thigh.

As if thinking of it made it manifest, pain rocketed up his leg, fiery and unrelenting. He gasped and brought his hands to press the ache away. Was he still bleeding? How long had he been out? Panic teased at him for a beat before his palms registered the bandage and his missing pants.

What in the world…?

The pain slid into background noise as he carefully shifted his weight and sat up, panning his gaze until he found the culprit of his treatment.

Hot damn, how the hell did she find us?!

“Excellent question,” he croaked.

You weren’t awake yet, and faint streaks of scarlet coated your arms as if you tried to wash his blood off but gave up halfway. Hair a mess, clothing wrinkled and a hint of drool hanging from your lips, he’d never seen you so unkempt.

Good, she’s sleeping. Make a break for it, Van Gogh!

Blue feathers swept past his vision but vanished a heartbeat later. He licked his lips. “I doubt walking is wise for now, let alone ‘making a break for it.’”

Fine, but at least strangle her. She’ll only get in the way.

He rolled his eyes. “You do realize she probably saved my life, right?”

Well… I guess. Fine, don’t kill her but don’t let your guard down.

The artist hummed and Griffon made no further comment. Good enough.

He gritted his teeth and forced his aching body to move closer to you. Shadows hung beneath your eyes and he spotted the remains of yesterday’s makeup, nearly invisible with your hair draped over your cheek. He gently brushed it aside.

Your eyes shot open, instantly alert and aware. “You’re awake… How do you feel?”

“I’ve been better,” he replied with a wry grin. “I’ve also been worse.”

The bed rustled as you sat up and tucked your unruly hair behind your ears, a slight frown turning your lips. “Let me get you something for the pain, one sec.”

Once again summoned by his awareness, he winced as a bolt of agony pulsed up to his hip. By the time it faded, your palm held out two white tablets and a glass of water.

“Drink slowly,” you said. He obeyed.

An oddly heavy silence hung between you as he lowered the glass. Unspoken words, questions and answers alike searching for the right way to surface. None broke free from their cages of closed lips as you checked his pulse, your touch more medical than personal.

He hated it.

“How did you find me?” the artist blurted.

“You don’t remember? Follow with your eyes, not your head,” you replied, one finger drifting this way and that in his sight. He restrained the urge to bat it away. “You sent me a message.”

You goddamned idiot.

There was no arguing against the truth. He didn’t remember considering sending a message, let alone addressing it to you. It was a miracle it didn’t end up in the inbox of a stranger.

Still. You could’ve turned him in. After the way he fled your apartment, it would’ve made sense. He took another small sip of water.

“You came even after what happened. Why?”

The finger lowered. Lips pursed, you gave him an indecipherable look. He watched the wheels behind your hazel irises turn; toward what result, he couldn’t say. Regardless, he reveled in watching your intelligence at work.

“Do you remember what you said to my dad? That you loved me?”

His lips twitched. This didn’t bode well. “Yes.”

There, he spotted a twinge of uncertainty in your brow. Worry in the set of your mouth, vulnerability in the wideness of your eyes. “Did you mean it?”

I TOLD you that was a foolish idea.

Vergil’s words barely registered; V’s mind was already spinning, struggling to find an answer. At the time, he thought it was the best way to get your father to behave. By staking a claim to you, he established his willingness to defend you. He hadn’t considered whether the words held weight. The answer you wanted now was obvious, and to voice it would all but guarantee your allegiance. It was simple.

And yet so complicated.

Do I love her? What does love even mean?

Throughout history, love held innumerable definitions. The word was constantly evolving, shifting to encompass more variations than before. The greatest and most enduring tales ever told centered on it, and not a soul on earth could deny its influence. Monuments and cathedrals stood testament to its strength, and endless words written across the centuries praised or cursed its existence.

Love defined humanity.

Yet how could he know if this was it? What did romantic love feel like? How did one classify such an intangible concept? So many tried, and many more to come. Perhaps the nature of love was variable; why else would everyone have a different idea of what it meant?

Love, like art, must be subjective.

So what is it to me?

“I…” the artist murmured.

His path led the same way with or without you, but he preferred the former. When he knew you’d see the product of his work, its quality improved. You saturated his thoughts, scrawled your name across the walls of his mind with a messiness only doctors managed.

Your presence eased his nerves, and no other came close to matching your intellect. A worthy opponent for mind games and machinations, you never failed to amaze him with your ability to force his hand. You protected him and gave him shelter when he needed it most, and not once did you demand he change his methods. You respected his views. In time, you might even share them.

You challenged him, irritated him, turned him on and gave him hope that he may yet escape the cold embrace of loneliness.

And most of all, there was the inexplicable desire to answer your question with truth instead of manipulation. He didn’t want to tell you he meant what he said just to coerce you into being his. Surely that indicated something?

This isn’t a question I can answer in a single word.

V sighed and met your lovely eyes at last, his response as well-reasoned as he could manage. “I’m not sure. It’s… it’s difficult for me to care for someone, it’s been many years since I tried.”

He paused to lick his lips and assemble another sentence. The answer you wanted remained out of his reach, and he refused to give you the one that would serve his plans best. All he offered was the truth.

Even so, it stung to see the half-hidden disappointment on your face.

“But there’s something there I can’t explain. I just don’t understand the feeling, so I can’t name it,” he concluded. A chorus of pained groans echoed in his mind.

All you had to say was yes! What the hell is WRONG with you, do you want her to stick around or not?!

You sighed and shifted your weight. He didn’t dare to comment further.

“I think I understand. It… it scares me sometimes, but I can’t deny that I care about you anymore. I can’t keep hiding.”

V released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. His heart was pounding, a giddy desire to laugh tickling his throat. Impulse took the reins, and he watched in wonder as his hand moved to take yours.

“You never have to hide again,” he whispered.

~~~~Waras~~~~

Something in his eyes hammered home his words. An earnest, unguardedness that you’d never seen before. Genuine gratitude and honesty, perhaps. You couldn’t look away.

You discarded thought and leaned in. Lips parted and heart hammering against your ribs, frenetic excitement stilling your breath as V did his best to match your movement.

The kiss was gentle, completely different from what you’d shared at the museum or in your apartment. The world melted away. It was just you and him, everything else was just color and noise, polluting the fragile bond you’d formed. Despite the lies and manipulation, past the tricks and mind games.

Somehow, like a miraculous seed sprouting in a rocky cliff face, love bloomed in a heart that had never known it.

When at last you pulled away, a lopsided smile curved V’s lips. The emerald pools of his eyes sparkled with genuine affection, and his palm refused to leave your cheek. You didn’t mind.

In fact, you wanted more.

You kissed him again, harder this time. Lips communicating without words your need, not just for contact but for understanding. Hunger and reckless desire danced across your mouth, your fingers grasping at his chest. You’d never know which of you moaned first; just that the sound sent you careening past the point of no return.

By the time you came up for air, you were helpless.

“Hold still,” you whispered. The artist licked his lips and nodded.

You wiggled off your jeans, panties tucked within. A soft gasp stroked your ego as you pulled off your top and carefully straddled him, his length hardening against your tingling folds. Gods, how you wanted to feel him deep within, feel his body arcing to meet yours as his voice gave out in a whirlwind of pleasure.

But that would have to wait. This time, he needed to let you do all the work.

“If you lift your hips, I’m getting off. Got it?”

His palms traced fire over your hips, blazing over your body as he smirked at you. Damn him, the smug bastard. “Doctor’s orders?”

You almost moaned at the husky tone he used. “Just say yes, damnit.”

His smirk vanished. Lithe fingers took hold of your ass and gently pulled, guiding you to envelop him one inch at a time. His brows met and his lips fell open, his face an expression of sheer perfection your imagination could never capture.

“Yes…” he murmured.

He fit perfectly, stretching you just enough without being painful. The ridge of his head pushed past your inner muscles and sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout your limbs. Your slick walls shuddered at the welcome fullness, embracing his heat like a long lost friend. Like he belonged there.

Like he was coming home.

For a moment, you didn’t move, wanting to memorize the feeling of being with him for the first time. A choice made many weeks past set your life on course to this exact moment, your every decision only bringing you closer. Two stars orbiting each other, closer and faster with each second as two became one in a fiery explosion that shook the heavens.

You smiled, hands snaking around his neck as you rolled your hips. Nerves sang as you moved, crying out in exultant joy. It was torture to move so slowly, such exquisite agony when all you wanted was to slam against his hips and feel his need splitting you in half.

Slick fluid coated him in seconds as you moved. Each movement pulled him deeper, deeper, deeper. Hot breath spilled from his lips, soft moans from yours. His hands gripped your hip bones, urging you to keep going, his muscles flexing to help you rise and fall, guiding you to impale yourself over and over.

Beads of sweat broke out across your back, but you paid them no mind. It was worth it to hear the man curse and gasp, his eyes hooded and skin flushed from your attention. The time would come for him to show you how he liked it, but for now you reveled in the power you held. It took all your strength to keep from bouncing recklessly.

But the artist was no passenger, and his grip shifted to tangle in your hair and drag your mouth to his for a searing kiss. His tongue danced a tango with yours, flicking and darting back and forth to torture you with his intoxicating taste. Whimpers flowed from your throat only for him to swallow.

Why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner?

The artist grinned against your needy lips, his lithe fingers lowering to tease at your core. Your body quivered as he lazily painted bliss over your aching bundle, as if you were his latest canvas. He spewed filth as he hunted for that perfect spot, his touch taunting you with ecstasy long before he struck gold.

“That’s it, right there, come on!” you gasped out, arcing back at the brink of ecstasy..

The artist obeyed, tugging you down again to suckle at your pulse. His lips were heaven on your throat, and his teeth nirvana when he blessed you with a nibble. It was too much and somehow not enough, never enough, never-

FUCK!

The world flashed blindingly white, searing your retinas as you crested. The cosmos raced by, the colors and shapes too beautiful to understand. Brilliance and beauty, a kaleidoscope of life. A silken voice moaned praise somewhere nearby, a wet tongue dancing over your chest between words. Losing control never felt so good.

Beneath your spasming body, V’s hips twitched. He sucked in a breath but the pulsing of his cock against your soaked core didn’t ease, his moans changing to a tone you weren’t familiar with. Lower and louder, more breathy in the grip of his orgasm, resonant and musical. You flexed around him, tightening as much as you could manage to feel every throb.

When at last he fell still, it took all your willpower to dismount and check his bandage for fresh blood. You’d rather have curled up at his side and revelled in the afterglow, but that would have to wait. This wasn’t a feel-good made for TV movie where the realities were tossed aside in the wake of a long-awaited union; life didn’t stop just because two people wanted it to.

If only it were that easy.

Thankfully, you didn’t find any cause for concern. A slight dribble, but already clotting. You made sure the wrapping was still tight and laid back, content for now as his slim arms wrapped around you.

His fingers stroked your hair, lazily pulling apart any tangles he found in the process. It was so peaceful, so normal to just lie there and forget the world, but you didn’t let yourself enjoy it for long. Reality wasn’t going anywhere.

“So, now what?” you asked. “We can’t stay in one place too long.”

V sighed, his fingers stilling. “Especially here; they’ll connect it to me far too easily.”

You rose on one arm, giving him a quizzical look. “Why?”

The artist closed his eyes. His jaw flexed and for a moment you feared you’d gone too far, pried too deeply without thinking, but you didn’t dare try to backpedal.

“This… this is Nero’s room,” he responded at last.

Oh. Oh, no…

There were no words to ease the tension his words brought. You knew full well the efforts he took in order to conceal his past, and here you were, invading it.

Minutes passed in utter silence. An apology lingered on your lips, but without knowing the full story it felt insincere. Not long ago, you would have spoken the words without thought, but now… Now you wanted to only say things you meant.

At last, V broke the stillness.

“We need to move. I’ll…” he paused, as if the words pained him. “I’ll need your help.”

“You have it,” you replied. No hesitation, no weighing of the pros and cons. If he needed you, you would be there.

“There’s only one way to guarantee we won’t be disturbed.”

You sighed, heart heavy but unwavering. “I know.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “There’s no going back after this.”

You almost laughed. “There’s already no going back.”

He hummed, satisfied. Yes, you knew exactly what he meant. The only way to make sure you found an unoccupied home…

Was to slay the homeowner.

~~~Nico~~~

Nico gritted her teeth as the flash of a camera blinded her yet again. She hated reporters. They just wanted sensationalist headlines, not actual facts and definitely not to calm the public.

If folks stayed calm, they wouldn’t sell papers.

Damned vultures.

“As I said, this is an ongoing investigation so there’s only so much I can say,” she repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. “Next question.”

The clamoring turkeys all started shouting, arms lifted almost as an afterthought. She wanted to scream at them. “Yeah, you, in the front.”

A brown haired man smiled at her, his comrades falling still for a merciful moment. “Jim Kovelli, Red Grave Daily. How can citizens stay safe until you make an arrest?”

Finally, something she could actually answer. “Thanks, Jim. We strongly recommend people travel in groups of at least two, preferably three as we have reason to believe the killer has an accomplice. All the victims so far were alone when they were… uh…”

Shit! I’m not supposed to mention the victims, or the methods he’s used. We don’t want a copycat.

She struggled to find words. If she tried to start over, the frenzy would only worsen. The vultures knew blood was in the water and they didn’t know the meaning of mercy. Her heart pounded, desperation seeping through her mind. Saying the wrong thing here might get somebody killed. Why the fuck did the chief want her to talk to the press?

I’m nobody! It shoulda been someone more experienced up here.

A heavy tread approached, Tony coming to her rescue yet again. Damnit, this was her first press conference, and she botched it. Even though she knew she wasn’t the best person for the job, she’d wanted to do it well, earn a little respect. How was she gonna look her partner in the eye after this?

“Folks, this isn’t rocket science. Stay in groups, don’t go off with people you don’t know, and report any strange behavior immediately. If you see something, do not intervene but call the hotline. The killer and his accomplice are likely armed and considered extremely dangerous. Don’t be a hero. Next question, please.”

Nico hung her head and stepped back, letting Tony take her place at the podium. Her heart sank, and she sighed. This case was just… it was tearing her apart. She barely ate, and she couldn’t remember the last time she slept through the night. Even showering seemed like a distraction.

“Magda Dunham, Buzzfeed News. What can you tell us about the accomplice?”

Nico glared at the crowd of reporters. Didn’t they realize their incessant questions took time away from the real police work? It’s not like she could review Waras’ file during this charade.

Yet Tony gave a kind, calming smile, seemingly unfazed. How the hell did he do that, keep his face from showing how fucked the situation was? A law-abiding citizen, with no goddamn criminal record and a pristine reputation, now believed to be aiding a psycho killer. It was insane.

“While we can’t release any names yet, we have reason to believe a female is assisting the killer. She is intelligent and well versed in psychology, and may try manipulation tactics or coercion to get someone alone. Again, do not travel alone and be wary of strangers. Last question, guys,” her mentor replied.

A swarm of voices answered him, and he pointed to a face in the back. “Penny Slope, The Weekly. Is the psychiatric hospital going to close, or are you content to let killers stay in the city?”

Tony barely twitched. If she’d gotten that question, Nico knew she would have snapped. The hospital wasn’t the issue here; the killer was!

“We are never content to allow killers to roam our streets, and we won’t rest until our city is safe. All I can say about the psychiatric hospital specifically is that they’re implementing additional security measures and we’re working closely with their staff to make sure our friends and neighbors are protected. I’m afraid that’s all the time we have, though. Thank you all for coming out.”

The horde shouted more questions even as Nico and Tony stepped away. Flashes left her blinking, blinded and ready to smack someone if they got too close, but her partner had her back. His warm hand guided her inside the station and back to the conference room.

“You okay, kid?”

Her vision flared red. She was not a kid. Inexperienced, yes. But a kid?

“No. You know what, hell no! Those piss ants are just lookin’ for a headline, they don’t give a shit that people are dying! There’s a damned murderer out there and all they want is someone to blame! It pisses me off. Not to mention we know who the killer is, but for some reason we still can’t say his name or identify the doctor! It’s fucking bullshit! People need to know who to look for, right now all they’re gonna do is panic anytime someone sticks out!”

She slammed her fist against the table and growled, “And I ain’t no kid.”

Tony tossed his hat on the table and ruffled his hair. His face finally showed something other than a mask of composure, falling into exhaustion as he sat down and sighed.

“I know. You’re right.”

Nico’s jaw dropped. “Wh- what?”

Tired blue eyes met confused brown. “I said, you’re right. It is bullshit. I don’t know why the chief is pussy footing around on this. All I can say is that if you wanna stay on the case, you gotta do as you're told. Especially in the public eye.”

Nico’s rage evaporated at the defeated tone of her mentor’s voice. She pulled out a chair and sat beside him. “But how do you keep it together? How do you stay so calm when they’re asking you such dumbass questions?”

Tony shrugged. “We protect everyone. Even the idiots.”

The young brunette took her glasses off and stared into the lenses. All she wanted was to catch this guy, why couldn’t it just be that straightforward? The press, the people, office politics, it was all just a waste of time.

Hell, maybe if people stopped distracting her she’d have caught the fucker by now.

A warm weight settled on her shoulder. She glanced up at Tony, disheartened and desperate for any answers he could offer. “Hang in there, Nico. You’re a great cop. You just need to get the hang of the crappy part of the job.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

Eventually, Tony wandered off and left her to her thoughts. His words helped, but she still wanted to punch somebody. Preferably, the god damned doctor.

I don’t just wanna catch V now. I gotta get her, too.

She picked up her glasses and stood, mind focused once again. She couldn’t give up, no way. A little more work and they’d be hers to arrest, her need for justice satiated at last. Giving up wasn’t an option.

~~~~Waras~~~~

Blood rushed in your ears. Sweat prickled the back of your neck, hidden under the dark hood of your sweatshirt. Cheerful music played on the grocery store’s speakers. It jangled against your nerves as you surveyed the shoppers, searching for a target that fit the parameters you and V agreed to.

Someone alone, preferably small. Not buying enough food for more than themselves. The less attention they pay to their surroundings, the better.

It was all happening so fast, you’d barely had a chance to wrap your head around it. For so long, you’d tried to blend in, tried to hide your deficiencies. The walls you built to protect yourself weren’t meant to crumble, but to last an age. You’d gotten so used to it, you almost forgot normalcy was an act.

But V broke through, first with a whisper and now with a shout. His voice grew louder each day, beckoning you out of your disguise. He was pollen and you were a bee. Madness was no cage to him - it was freedom. Regret held no sway, doubt and hesitation banished from his mind.

The prison you built for yourself was yours to shatter, and choosing a target was just one step closer.

There weren’t many people who suited your needs. An older woman browsing cat food, an awkward teenage boy peeking at condoms, or a person with no obvious gender looking at cereal.

You bit your lip and tried to slow your racing heart. With V’s injury, making the choice fell to you, as did leading the target to an isolated area. The artist hadn’t asked you to make the killing blow, but the end result was the same.

I’m taking part in murder.

The thought held a curious excitement. No fear or disgust, as you knew it should, but a desire to know more. You wanted to understand what it meant to kill, go through every stage of the process and analyze it, piece by piece.

There’s so much I want to know.

You grabbed a box of macaroni and added it to your cart. Not only were you tailing potential victims, you were also getting a few essentials. It helped you blend in, and who knew what you’d find in your victims home? You had to make sure V ate, to get his strength back and heal.

A jar of pasta sauce joined the macaroni. There wasn’t anything else in the aisle you needed, so you left and followed the cat lady toward checkout. Her cart was barren, save for dozens of tins and a bag of kibble. Did she eat cat food, too?

She was the obvious choice. The teenager browsing condoms probably had a girlfriend who’d miss him, and he was too young to be a homeowner. The non-conforming third option left too much to chance. You didn’t have enough information to know if they fit your needs. The cat lady held the least risk.

Step one complete. On to step two.

How do I get her to follow me behind the store to where V’s waiting?

You didn’t have long to decide. She was about to pay, her car keys already in her palm.

Lips pursed, you handed a twenty to the cashier ringing you up and quickly took your bags. Your target was mere seconds ahead of you. No more time to think; it was now or never. You took a deep breath.

“Excuse me, miss?” you began. She was a bit old to be called miss, but most women took it as a compliment. It might help break the ice.

She turned to face you, peering through her bifocals. “Yes?”

Your stomach churned. If you messed this up, you’d have to start over somewhere else, forcing V to travel when every step brought agony. He claimed it wasn’t bad, but you knew better.

“Sorry to bother you, but um… do you think you could help me? My friend lives in the apartments back there,” you paused to point at the cluster of buildings behind the shop. “And he says his cat just went into labor. He’s scared to move her, but he thinks she needs a vet and neither of us have a car! Can you maybe drive us, please?”

You bit your lip and tried to look desperate even as endorphins flooded your circulatory system.

“Of course! I couldn’t let the poor thing suffer,” she paused, glancing to the side. “But… well, with everything that’s been going on, I’m not comfortable going inside. Will you two be able to bring her down?”

You allowed your expression to collapse into relief. “Yes, thank you! Let me show you where to bring the car, it’ll be faster this way.”

“What’s your name, dear? I’m Margaret.”

“Emily. It’s nice to meet you, Margaret,” you replied, pausing just long enough to shake her withered hand. One foot already in the grave.

The woman nodded and followed without protest as you led her behind the shop. The area wasn’t well lit and shadows painted a sinister backdrop over the cold cement. V’s hiding place was just ahead.

“It’s dark back here… maybe we should stay on the main roads, just to be safe?” the woman said. Damn, she was more vigilant than you first thought. You didn’t slow.

“It’s just around the corner, I promise!”

She frowned, but took another few steps to keep up. People instinctively keep moving if the person in front of them does. One more step, and she’d be in V’s range. Your breathing froze, head spinning as you turned around to see him in action at last, to watch the killer in his element.

He didn’t let you down.

Green eyes saw nothing but their target, utterly focused on the task at hand. Despite his injury, he moved with singular purpose. His mouth a thin line, the artist didn’t make a sound as he swung a scavenged length of pipe at the back of Margaret’s head. A sickly, wet crackle and a wheezing gasp barely preceded her collapse onto the pavement.

Whoa… Did he just kill her in one blow?

You stepped closer and pressed two fingers to her neck, checking for a pulse. It was weak and thready, but she was still alive. You said as much to V and rose.

The artist smirked and adjusted his beanie. “Care to do the honors?”

A tattooed hand held out the bloody pipe, as if he were offering nothing more than a turn in a batting cage. Your legs turned to jelly and a flash mob of butterflies careened though your digestive tract. Goosebumps erupted across your spine and you struggled to swallow the golf ball in your throat. You hadn’t expected this, not yet.

“Hm, maybe not,” he said. “That’s fine, I’m happy to demonstrate. Watch closely.”

He limped to Margaret’s helpless body, humming as he crouched down to turn her head towards you. A thin line of blood trickled from her open lips. The briefest pang of guilt teased at you. She’d seemed like a nice person.

“It’s better when they’re awake, but this will do,” the artist murmured. He raised the pipe high.

I’m about to watch this woman die.

Time slowed to a crawl as V struck. His face contorted into a vicious snarl, rage and fury engraved in his features. He was raw and exposed, possibly the purest version of himself you’d yet seen. Animalistic and predatory, thrilled by his supremacy.

And yet…

In the moment the pipe crushed Margaret’s skull and sprayed hot blood across the pavement, there was something else. A sadness almost like grief. A brokenness hidden behind his wrath, as if he were killing a part of himself instead of an unlucky stranger.

And then it was over, the pipe clanging as the artist dropped it. The expression vanished, masked behind a smirk. You wondered if he was even aware of the change, if he felt the anger and the loss.

What the hell did I just see?

But this wasn’t the time to figure it out, as V’s pained gasp reminded you. He’d been upright for far too long, and after a swing like that his wound must be excruciating. You shoved aside your confusion and curiosity, forcing your mind to prioritize your current predicament. Philosophical explorations could wait.

V limped back to lean on a wall as you rifled through Margaret’s purse. Her wallet and keys were all you needed, and the second you had them, you went to the artist.

“The address on her license isn’t far. Come on.”

It wouldn’t be safe for long. As soon as the body was found, you’d have to move again. The best you could hope for was a couple of days, two or three if you were lucky. Enough time for the artist’s wound to start knitting back together and for you to process the last twenty-four hours.

It’s been a long day.

You hoped Margaret had a comfortable bed.

~~~Next Chapter~~~

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Sam Arias x Male Reader

Request- Imagine being a worldkiller but diffrent and dating Sam arais and finding out being Ruby's father would include.

Plus being a part of the superfriends and he was in season 3 but go unnoticed expect brainy know's it's R because he is a hero in the future called the eyepatch. He and sam used to date in there teen year but had a nasty break because he was abused by his adopted parents. Which is one of the reasons why they break up because sam didn't know but in season 4 sam found out when brainy tells her. He and sam meet again in season 4. Can you put for the sam arias request for DMC. Can you put that R has a twin brother vergil and a little brother nero and nero's girlfriend kyrie. R's brothers are worldkiller but diffrent as him. After there mom and dad died they were separated and reunited years later.

Growing up you are being abused by your foster parents. Mentally and physically they abuse you every day, you don't understand the hatred they have for you. They tell you that you are worthless and call you horrible names. They only took you in for the government check, they get every month. You never told anyone about the abuse, you felt that is the sign of weakness, not even your girlfriend knows about it.

Your foster dad just beat the crap out of you. Now you are in the bathroom, cleaning the cut on your lip. You are feeling angry and you start to breathe hard. You have your hands on the sink, the angrier you got then you broke the sink. You freaked out because you never did that before. You just punched the mirror now you are bleeding and left the bathroom.

You don't know anything about your biological parents. You got your powers from them but you don't know that. You are figuring everything out on your own, but you are still clueless.

-----

Prom is coming up and you actually stole a single rose from a flower shop before going to school.

You go to school as nothing happened. Sam asked about the cut on your lip, you keep changing the subject. She doesn't know that you are being abused by your foster parents.

”This is for you. Sam; do you want to be my prom date?” You asked with a smile.

She smiled and kissed you.

”Yes, I will be your prom date. I love the rose” Sam said and she can't stop smiling.

----

[The night of prom]

You and Sam are not having a good time.

”Y/N what is wrong with you?!” Sam asked.

”I don't want to talk about it,” You said.

”You never want to talk about it! I know you are being abused. You arrive at school with bruises on your face. I don't get why you won't tell me so I can help you” Sam said.

”I don't need help or anyone!!” You snapped.

The anger you have bottled up inside has come out. Now you and Sam are arguing back and forth. You don't tell her what your foster parents have been doing for years.

” It's over!” You yelled.

”Are you serious!? Just like that!” Sam yelled.

”Go do whatever you want! I really don’t care. I don't ever want to see your face!!” You yelled.

Sam smacked you hard in the face. You feel your cheek burning and she walked away and you can hear her crying. But you don't stop her and you walked away also.

Since that night you and Sam haven't spoken to each other. She heard rumors that you left town without saying a word. She went home and she starts to cry hard.

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

{Time Skip}

You and Sam still haven't spoken or seen each other in a very long time. You didn't tell anyone where you went and you didn't keep in touch with anyone. Sam lives in National City and works with Lena Luthor. Sam takes Ruby to the park and she is playing with her friends.

It wasn't long you arrived from the future. You have been through a lot and it feels strange being in the past. You are in the park sitting on the bench and you start to sketch in your book.

Much later, you start to put your stuff away and you saw a girl's soccer game. Ruby's team won and the other player on the other team kicked the ball because they lost and it hit you in the face. Your nose starts to bleed, Sam ran towards you.

”Are you okay?” Sam asked.

You looked up and her eyes opened wide.

”God, you are old” You teased.

Sam laughed then she punched your arm.

”Well, I'm glad you have a broken nose,” Sam said.

She gave you a napkin and you start to clean your nose.

”It’s been a long time,” You said.

”Yes it has. We need to talk” Sam said.

”We can do that,” You said.

-----

Your nose still hurts but it's healing. You meet up with Sam at the park. You bought coffee for Sam and you two start to walk.

”Tell me what have you been up to, and don't leave anything out,” Sam said.

”First I want to say I'm sorry what happened on prom night. I'm really sorry for hurting you” You said.

”I'm sorry too and I forgive you,” Sam said.

”Once I left, I started to travel and find my place. Turns out I have two brothers and we have bee separated and our parents passed away. We have a relationship now which is good. Now I'm a lawyer and I just moved to National City, a few weeks ago with my brothers” You said.

You do want to tell her that you and your brothers are world killers, but not in public.

”I work with Lena Luthor at her company. After I graduated high school, I moved away right away. I used to live in Metropolis and... Um, I...-”

Sam wanted to tell you that you have a daughter, but your cell phone starts to ring.

”It’s my brother. I have to go but I want to meet up with you again” You said.

”I will like that, Y/N,” Sam said and smiled.

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

You meet up with your brothers Vergil and Nero. They are the reason you know about your powers and your parents. You and brothers work together saving people, you were in the future with them.

”Bro, Supergirl and her friends need our help,” Nero said.

”With what?” You asked.

”To stop the other world killers. Are we going to do it?” Nero said.

You and your brothers do try to have a normal life and help other heroes when they need help.

”Yeah, let's do it. So, when we will meet Sam?” Vergil said.

You and brothers start to get ready.

”Not sure yet. But I will ask if she wants to meet you two” You said.

----

You and brothers arrived in time to help Supergirl. The other world killers are trying to kill Sam and Ruby.

Supergirl and her friends are having a hard time stopping them.

”About time you three show up” Alex said.

”Better late than sorry” Nero said.

”Wait, I thought it was better late than never?” You asked.

”I think Y/N is correct. Nero, it's not sorry” Vergil said.

”Guys not right now!” Alex yelled.

”All of you are a joke” Julia Freeman said.

”That’s rude” Vergil said.

”Let’s kill them” Pestilence said.

You take out your Devil Sword Sparda and you are ready to fight. Vergil takes out his Yamato; his katana and Nero takes out his Blue Rose is a multi-barreled revolver that shoots powerful bullets.

You or them don't listen to Kara and Alex’s plan. Pestilence was going to kill Sam but you jumped in and blocked Pestilence’s attack with your sword.

”Sorry, Sam I didn't tell you but I will explain later” You said.

”You better after we get out of here alive” Sam said.

Sam isn't mad that you didn't tell her, because she has a secret also. Your brothers start to help Alex and Kara fight the evil world killers. You made sure they didn't hurt Sam and Ruby.

”Take them out of here!” Kara yelled.

”Follow me,” You said to Sam and Ruby.

You take them somewhere safe and Nero just arrived. You and Nero look around to make sure the world killers won't kill them.

”Don’t say it!” Nero said.

”Say what?” You lied.

Vergil and Nero hate when you say the word ’jackpot’ and you do it on purpose.

”Jackpot! We are safe” You said.

”You jerk” Nero said.

----

At the DEO, Sam and Ruby are doing fine. Your brothers went to the alien bar and you went to see Sam. Alex and Kara are happy for the help you and Brothers did. You and Sam stare at each other without saying a word.

”How are you doing?” You asked.

”We are doing fine, thanks to you and the others. Y/N, this is Ruby” Sam said.

”Hi” Ruby said.

”Hi,” You said to her.

Ruby left the room for a moment.

”Y/N, when did you even had powers?” Sam said.

You scratch the back of your neck.

”I’m a world killer but not like them. In high school, I had the powers but I couldn't explain it. When I met my brothers they explained to me about my powers and my birth parents. I didn't tell you because I thought you would think I'm insane” You said.

”Y/N... I have tell to you something important” Sam said.

Sam was going to tell you the secret but Kara walked in to check up on her. You leave to meet up with your brothers.

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

It's game night and everyone is ready to play and have fun. You went without your brothers, Nero is with his girlfriend kyrie and Vergil is with his friends.

”Y/N, it's you. I thought I wouldn't see you again” Brainy said.

”You two know each other?” Kara asked.

”Yeah, we worked together a very long time ago” You said.

”He helped my team in the future. He is a hero in the future called the eye patch. You are back for good?” Brainy said.

”Yeah. The future was fun but I knew we couldn't stay forever” You said.

Everyone starts to play Jenga later started to play Uno. Everyone is having fun and eating chips and pizza. But Sam is not having a good time, she hasn't told you the secret.

”Y/N, can we talk in private?” Sam asked.

”Yeah sure” You said.

You and Sam go somewhere private.

----

Sam takes a deep breath and she is ready to tell you.

”Ruby is your daughter. After that night we had our fight, I found out I was pregnant the next day. I looked for you but you already left town” Sam said.

Your eyes opened wide and you are speechless. Words didn't come out of you mouth, you didn't know what to say.

”I-I-I have a Daugther!?” You said very loud

”Well the condom broke” Sam said.

”What!?” You said quickly with a high pitch voice.

”Y/N forget about the condom" Sam said.

"Well I may as well have!" You yelled.

She rolls her eyes at you.

"I'm indignant as a consumer” You said.

”Let's talk later, Y/N” Sam said.

”No, I want to talk now in fact I want to talk to the president of the condom company” You said.

You grabbed your phone and started to dial.

”Yes I'll press one,” You said.

”Idiot” Sam mumbled to herself.

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

Sam did tell Ruby about it and she was in shock. You are feeling nervous to meet your daughter, your brothers wanted to meet her but you said next time. It was awkward at first meeting Ruby. In this situation, you didn't know what to do. But you do know that you will never put Ruby what you been through with your foster parents put you through.

You and Sam had to explain why you weren't around.

”What do I call you?” Ruby asked.

”You can call me by my name, if you are comfortable with that” You said.

”I guess,” Ruby said.

You did answer any questions she had, she believed what you said. She calls you by your name because she isn't used to calling you ’dad’ you understood that.

”You won't leave?” Ruby asked.

”What do you mean?” You asked.

”I mean, will you stay for a long time and not abandon me and mom?” Ruby said.

”Oh. Ruby, I know I wasn't around since you were a baby but this time I will be around every day to spend time with you. I won't ever leave you or your mom, I promise” You said.

---

You and Ruby play laser tag, Ruby is having a good time. She can't stop smiling or laughing. You and Ruby go out to eat pizza unexpectedly you run into your brothers. You introduced them to Ruby. You and your brothers buy more food and drinks and go home.

You are teaching Ruby on how to use the Yamato sword.

”This is so cool! I never had a sword before” Ruby said and smiled.

”Don't have your arm too low, the enemy can easily kill you” You said.

You show her how high to hold the sword. Sam came over to check on you and Ruby, but she didn't like that Ruby is using a sword.

”Y/N why would teach her how to use a sword!” Sam yelled at you.

”I’m teaching Ruby how to defend herself, just relax,” You said.

Sam is angry about it. You and Sam start to argue in front of everyone.

”Guys, don't argue in front of Ruby,” Vergil said.

”Ruby put the sword away and get your stuff we are leaving,” Sam said.

”Okay, mom,” Ruby said.

She gave you the sword back and Ruby went to get her stuff.

”I’m trying to be her friend,” You said.

”Y/N, you can't be her friend. You have to be a father, not a friend, she has enough friends. You can't do reckless stuff with her around, what if she got hurt!?” Sam yelled.

”I would have dial 911! I know what I am doing!” You yelled.

You and Sam start to yell at each other again.

”Shut up!!! Y/N, Sam is right you can't be her friend. And Sam, he isn't alone in this of being a dad, Nero, and I will help him be a dad” Vergil said.

You walked away without saying a word and Nero went after you.

”Sam, give him time. This is all new for him, he doesn't know-how to be a dad” Vergil said.

”But what about his foster dad, Robert? He was raised by him” Sam said.

”Robert was a drunk and so was his wife. They used to abuse Y/N, verbally, and physically. He won't do that to Ruby, you have my word. Y/N is trying to be the father that he wished he had growing up. You know, having a cool dad that taught cool things and stuff” Vergil said.

”Oh, I had no idea. He would hide the bruises and lie about it. I don't know what to say” Sam said.

”It will be okay, Sam. We just have to take it one day at a time” Vergil said.

”We do,” Sam said

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

You and Sam are getting along much better. You are seeing Ruby every day and you take her to school. You are not mad that Vergil told Sam about your abusive foster parents. You, Vergil and Nero, are staying with Sam and Ruby because of the quarantine. Ruby is happy about it and Sam kinda, Nero is a messy person and Vergil takes too long in the bathroom. Sam is her office working, while you and the others are bored.

Ruby takes out her phone and she starts record, you having a eating contest with Vergil and Nero.

”I can’t believe you guys are eating jalapenos” Ruby laughed.

”They will lose because I can handle spicy food,” Nero said.

You, Nero and Vergil start to eat faster. Your mouth is starting to burn and tears go down your face. Sam comes downstairs

”What is going on?” Sam asked.

”They are having a jalapeno eating contest” Ruby giggled.

Sam sighed ”Idiots” she went back upstairs.

---

You and your brothers are playing another game, it's true or dare. Nero asked if any of you hooked up with each other girlfriend.

”Why would you ask that in front of Ruby!?” You asked.

”This is getting interesting” Ruby laughed.

”I actually hooked up with your girlfriend, Nero, and I didn’t know,” Vergil said.

”What!?” Nero yelled.

Nero hit Vergil in the nuts you and Ruby laughed.

----

You and Sam sit outside in the backyard alone to talk. She did confess that she has feelings for you and you are still in love with her. But first, you and Sam want to take it one step at a time and co-parent. Nero and Vergil play video games with Ruby, you and Sam keep talking to each other.

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

Since you and Sam didn't have a good time at prom, you decided to make it up for her. You asked your brothers for help and it took a while for them to understand what is prom.

You sent an email to her friends and they agreed to come. You and your brothers start to decorate Lena’s house. She agreed to let you do the prom. After a while decorating and setting up the speakers, you rushed home to shower and change clothes. You left to pick up Sam and Ruby. Since you found out that you have a daughter, you and Ruby started to build a bond.

”You look very beautiful,” You said.

”Thanks, Dad,” Ruby said.

She hugged you and she takes pictures with you. You see Sam come out wearing a beautiful dress and you smiled.

”You are beautiful,” You said.

She blushed.

”You look handsome,” Sam said.

”Ready to go?” You asked.

”Yeah, we are ready,” Sam said.

Everyone came to the party with their dates. Even Nero's girlfriend kyrie came to the party. Everyone starts to take pictures together and the music starts to play.

”The reason, I did this because I wanted to make it up to you,” You said.

”Y/N, it means a lot you did this. I know we both didn't have a good time at prom, but this makes it up for it. I'm glad to be your date” Sam said.

She kissed you and she can't stop smiling.

---

The next day, you and Sam went to City Hall. Ruby and your brothers also went to be the witness, because you and Sam are getting married. Once you and Sam kissed they started to cheer. You and Sam can’t stop smiling at each other and Ruby start to take pictures.

”I want to be with you forever and raise Ruby,” You said.

”I can't believe I’m stuck with you forever” Sam joked.

You and Sam laughed and she kissed you.

#supergirl imagine #sam arias x male reader #sam arias x reader #sam arias imagine

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