#vergil x ofc

[eponastory]

OC WEEK DAY 2

Soranna Lazarescu

Honestly, this is my favorite OFC.

She is a pretty powerful woman and to catch the eye of someone like Vergil, you have to be pretty special.

Is she special? In the grand scheme of things, oh yes. However, she is naive in the beginning of their relationship.

In 'You Know Me Through The Years To Come' she is much more forgiving than her current variant (A new story that will be coming soon) where she is Nero's mother. I don't really want to give too much away about her when I haven't published that story yet.

Other than that, she is around the same age as the twins. She is also an advocate for changing your fate.

Ugh... really don't want to give it away.

Her character model is based on Katie McGrath. I originally used Eva Green as her model, but Katie just had something about her that worked better.

[ariseur]

hi, can i request how dante and vergil would act after having an argument with reader? thanks!

sparda twins after an argument 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante x reader, vergil x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

i hope you guys remember that i’m a ffvii AND a devil may cry acc, don’t be afraid to request for dmc 😭😭

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

intended lowercase, one spoiler for vergils lore (?), arguments ofc, lmk if i missed anything!!

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i can’t see you and dante getting into arguments often. the only things that would lead to a fight is dante being concerned about getting you involved in his work (if you’re a devil hunter), or you worrying about how he’s too nonchalant when he eventually does get injured.

❥ even then though, he makes sure to not say things he doesn’t mean. but even after an argument, it’s like he replays it back in his head when he’s alone, thinking of every word and if it actually did offend you or not.

❥ in the case that it’s a lower to moderate argument— dante’s so fuckin goofy, he’s the type to still kiss your cheek to wake you up and make you terribly cooked breakfast to see if you’ll forgive him. up to you whether or not you do but he’d try to spoil you with whatever money he has. i’d suggest coaxing him to use that money to pay the bills instead 😭

❥ but if it was a big argument, i think it’d be pretty silent for a while. i can see dante apologizing first depending on how old he is (what game it’s set in). the younger he is, the more emotionally inept he’ll be.

❥ in the case that it’s older dante, he’ll give you an apology although he doesn’t expect you to forgive him, he just wants you to know he’s sorry.

❥ regardless of his age though, dante will leave you be until you come to him saying that you feel better. there’s no point in chasing after someone who needs space. if you cup a wild bird in your hands, the only thing it wants to do is escape.

❥ i see dante as pretty decent when talking it out though, he just wants nothing more than for the silent treatment to just simmer down so that when you’re both feeling calm and okay, you can talk it out reasonably. and the make-up sex is even more awesome.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ as stated before in my previous hcs for vergil, he is a silent lover!! no difference whether he’s calm or angry, he silently brews. i cant see vergil getting into arguments much either, but the only difference between him and dante is that vergil brushes the topics off unless it comes to you.

❥ for instance, you get hurt? he doesn’t play lmao

❥ he might be a little harsh but considering he spent a lot of his time in hell, his social cues are kinda off. he never yells at you, but it lowkey hurts when he’s like a mom who can’t show she’s mad in public as he’s whisper yelling about how you’re not supposed to be so careless.

❥ vergil never yells, always talking lowly in that precise tone of his. however, he’s just so calculated with his words, making it more difficult when you try your attempts at a rebuttal. his sharp tongue would probably get him into trouble if you piss him off enough / if he super worried, though. might say something he’ll regret later.

❥ if it’s a small argument, he either acts like nothing happened or he overanalyzes it and overcompensates with his ‘apology’— which is sitting you down on the couch as he makes you feel like you’re in an intervention while you guys talk it out 😭

❥ if it’s a bigger argument, he’ll probably give you the silent treatment. he won’t talk about it and he won’t talk to you for a while, preferring his space over anything while he calms down.

❥ his pride stands in the way of him actually apologizing to you, especially if he recognizes the argument was his fault after a while. so you might have to be the one to confront him first.

[icycoldninja]

Me again 😭 I know you said you’re swamped right now so take however long as you need

Another request for the same fallen angel like last time, and ofc with Vergil but with more details??

So yk how they have their devil trigger forms, Angel has that too but in like a biblically accurate angel form and is so so much taller than Vergil.

Angel also has an unsettling vibes abt her, she didn’t do anything but it’s like when a creepy doll looking at you. This is how Angel looks at Vergil, with the neck bending, wide grin and everything 😂 like she wants to eat him but is just admiring him (in a creepy way)

And the last thing is that she can sew anything back together, literally anything. Like when Nero got his arm cut off again, she just sew it back to his body and it’s like it’s never been severed

Sorry I request a lot of things 😭🙏 take as long as u need

hey that's not creepy it's actually pretty cool. And don't worry about frequent requesting. Enjoy 💜

Vergil x Fem!Angel!Reader Angel Trigger headcannons

-When you first showed him your Angel Trigger, Vergil was quite surprised. Never in his life has he met a woman taller than him; (which makes sense cause the guy is a giant) having to look up at his girlfriend is a new experience indeed.

-Honestly, once he did look up at you, he wished he didn't. You remind him of a creepy haunted doll he might find in an old house's basement that wakes up at 3 AM and walks around trying to kill him.

-Those eyes of yours too...they're so unsettling.

-Vergil tries really hard not to show how much your strange appearance is creeping him out, and does this by reminding himself that under all the pointed teeth, oddly wide eyes and gruesome smile, you're still you, and you still love him...right?

-When he sees how your neck can bend in all these different angles, how your smile never seems to change, and how you're always staring at him, he wonders if perhaps you're sizing him up to see if you can eat him.

-That's not the case, though, the truth of the matter is, you're just admiring him in your own, weird way.

-He does kinda want to touch your wings, though, to see if the feathers are nice and soft.

-Upon seeing your amazing, miraculous sewing power, and how it can be used on limbs, Vergil is tempted to give Nero back his arm, but remembers he needs that arm because it's also the Yamato.

-Still, if he ever loses a limb in combat, (which is highly unlikely but there's still a chance) he knows who to call.

[boonsmoon]

Split in Two

Vergil ver. A mini-series inspired by a post that I can no longer find! Basically, what if what happened to Vergil (DMC5) happened to reader? Would DMC characters pursue reader after becoming whole again? Background info: You've got a high position in the mafia

Request Masterlist Mini-Series ML Vergil x m!reader Genres:🎊🥀💞🧪

THE MEETING/GETTING TO KNOW

You actually know how you got split

An old member of the mafia who quit came back for revenge after obtaining some kind of magic

This you could still hustle for sure, just now for money or food and not lives

You and Vergil met when you tried to bargain with him for the Yamato

Half of you almost died that day

From then on you decided he'd make a great bodyguard until you were whole again, you may or may not have conned him into letting you stick around indefinitely

At first it was very clearly a give and take relationship, but over time he kinda opened up and started to care for you

At least as much as he can after overcoming trauma hurdles first

That was okay with you, if anything opening up was the last thing on your mind

Everyone thought y'all were cute and tried several times to set up dates, record confessions to send to the other, Nero was your biggest supporter btw

But you both never got further, Vergil being guarded for his own safety, and you because of the priority of being yourself again

Occasionally you'd have sweet moments that made you both consider making exceptions

Until one day he got hustled again but you were with him to turn the tables, turns out the other "you" returned back to the mafia after pretending to get a make over and become more ruthless

Vergil turned out to be familiar with this magic, seeing it quite a bit in Hell

So you both turned up and mashed the two halves together

This brought a new problem, however, you are no longer the you he knew

WOULD THEY PURSUE?

I don't think Vergil would chase you after becoming whole again, if anything you'd have to chase HIM

He's dealt with too much emotional pain and betrayal to put hope into thinking he could love someone based on weird circumstances

And if you get too caught up with business or making up for lost time, don't expect him to seek you out

You're basically starting from square one with Vergil and have to put in your 100%

If he truly likes you and acknowledges your effort he'll start putting in his 100% too

i appear to have been in a writing mood these past few days

hope you enjoy this series as it goes on, im hoping to finish it all before i move on to anything else (reqs being an exception ofc)

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Hellooooo, i really enjoy your works and your requests were open so can i please request a reverse comfort where the reader comforts vergil after he had a nightmare

Sweet Dreams (Vergil Sparda x GN! Reader)

Word count: 1189

A/N: anon. your brain. it's massive. you didn't specify which game (which is perfectly okay!) so he can really be read as any version of Vergil throughout the series :D also thank you SO much for being my first request and i'm so glad you enjoy my works!! i really hope you enjoy!

warnings for vivid talks of nightmares (with comfort ofc), a little bit of blood, and some cussing here and there.

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Vergil has nightmares and you're there to keep him safe. You'd always keep him safe.

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A dull sound resounds through my dreams. I twitch. I shuffle my head out from where it lays under my pillows, like I always do to block the morning sun. I wait. Wake up some.

A scream.

Vergil.

Oh no. I jolt out of bed, nearly tripping over my sheets in the process and drag my sweatpants up my hips. I grab one of my knives and latch its holder belt across my waist.

I hear nothing but screams and inhuman cries and I pad along, rushing across the long U-shaped hall all the way to Vergil's room- on the exact other side from my own room.

I get to the door and try to open it, only to find it locked. I growl out in frustration and wedge my knife between the stained oak door frame and the door itself and shove. Hard. The door cracks open and I know I'll have to replace the frame later. Doesn't matter.

I bound into the room and stop just shy of Vergil's bed, ducking as his tail whips over my head.

As it whips again, his body half DTing in the height of his misery, I catch it in my hands and as it flicks and he claws through nightmares that are only in his head, I sit on his bed and drag his thrashing body into my lap.

"Vergil, wake up. C'mon, fuck, Vergil-" My words aren't working. His tail nearly slices its way out of my hand. I take a deep breath. Hold it.

"VERGIL!" I shout.

He bounces up in shock, almost knocking his head against mine. In his newly-awakened state, he claws his way to the edge of his bed, as far away from me as he can get and he scans the room for any dangers- and any of that which ailed him during the time of Nelo Angelo and Mundus.

His blue eyes are icy and cold but they're glowing a bright blue with his anger and fear. His brows are furrowed and he's bitten his lip so hard blood seeps into his nightshirt.

We're at a standstill and his breathing comes far heavier than mine. He's alert and afraid. I make the first move. Bad choice, but I do it anyways.

The point of his tail stops just short of piercing my jugular but his gaze softens the second I reach out both hands, palms up in a display of passivity. He allows one of my hands to move closer to his face and the second my hand is a hair's breadth away from his cheek, he grabs my wrist forcefully and smushes his face into my palm. His lip quivers and his eyes sharpen before they close and he lets out a sob. His tail drops.

I move closer and despite his size versus mine, I do my best to pull him back up to the headboard and as much into my lap as I can manage.

He's wracking with sobs and I know there's this narrow margin for which I can calm him while Nero and Dante are away on a mission. I know there's this minute, minuscule, fraction of a margin in which I can convince him he's safe.

I push his face into my shoulder and he cries out so loudly, so much more verbal than I'm used to, and my heart clenches horribly.

"Vergil, hey, I've got you. You're safe. You're at the DMC, you're safe with me, in Redgrave." I say as I stroke my fingers through his hair. His breathing is erratic but already, he's begun to calm. I'm lucky he didn't go for the Yamato in his cusp of fear when he first awoke.

He says nothing but I continue anyways.

"I've got you, it's okay. You're safe. Dante and Nero are kickin' demon butt for the week with Trish and Lady and Nico. And soon, Dante'll be back with enough pizza to feed a small army and he'll piss you off as the ladies laugh. And he'll throw a beer bottle at you- again- like he always does, and you'll try to stab him with the Yamato like always and Nero'll call you two dumbasses." I finish.

I'm breathless by the time I'm done but my words have more than done the job. My presence helps tremendously too. Vergil's breathing has evolved into hiccups and sniffles in my now tear-soaked tanktop. I don't mind so much. I make a mental note to tell Dante to let Vergil kick his ass when he gets back.

My hands keep curling through the thick pale strands of Vergil's hair. I move my other hand to his bedside table and grab the glass of water he keeps there and carefully open his drawer to get one of the cloths kept within. I pour the water carefully onto the cloth and begin dabbing gently at Vergil's blotchy cheeks to clean up the drying tears.

He hates that I'm looking and tries to hide his face from me. He doesn't want to seem weak. He doesn't want me to hate him. I couldn't even if I tried to.

I continue cleaning his face and I look him over, checking for any wounds. He has a few small swollen marks from his dulled nails and the new cut in his lip from his teeth, but aside from that and the damage to his throat and mind, he seems no worse for wear. I sigh in relief.

I lean down and press a soothing kiss against his forehead as I move his hair back from his face. I wipe at the blood on his lips. Good as new. The cut should heal come sunrise. I look to the window briefly. Probably past 3.

"I've got you, darling, I've got you. I need you to sit up a bit for me, okay?" I ask, setting the washcloth on his bedside table.

Vergil nods slowly and I let him take his time in shuffling himself upright into a comfier position. When he has, I bring the glass of water to his lips and hold it as he drinks graciously. He hums a bit more clearly now, though his throat is still torn from his screams.

I don't ask and he doesn't say anything, other than-

"Thank you." Vergil says softly. He leans toward me as I move the glass to set it back down safely. It's his turn to kiss at my forehead and I smile up at him.

I let him lay back down under the covers and his fingers play with his amulet thoughtlessly. A comfort him and his twin shared in rare moments.

As I snuggle next to him, he pushes himself into me as much as he can comfortably and I simply hold him as he needs me to as he drifts to sleep.

Right before he goes, into a far safer and much more guarded dreamland, he murmurs into my skin, "I love you."

I smile again and kiss his hair fondly. My fingers rub soothing figure eights into his back softly.

"I love you too, Vergil. Sweet dreams."

[4th-make-quail]

5, 6, 8, and 18! (If you want to do all of them :3)

Fandom Questions

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for? ahaha quite a few!! mostly video games with a few other canons scattered here and abouts

Final Fantasy XIV (27) Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) (26) Final Fantasy XII (18) Final Fantasy XV (13) inFAMOUS (Video Games) (13) British Comedy RPF (9) The Magnus Archives (Podcast) (8) Devil May Cry (Gameverse) (7) Supernatural (TV 2005) (7) Baldur's Gate (Video Games) (5)

Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) RPF (4) Compilation of Final Fantasy VII (4) Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) (3) Overwatch (Video Game) (2) Final Fantasy X (2) Dishonored (Video Games) (1) The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison (1) Uncharted (Video Games) (1) Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1) Metal Gear (Video Games) (1)

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. AHHHH THIS IS SO HARD I HAVE SO MANY OTPS SDLKGJL'FG okay here goes!

FFXIV: Sartauvoir/Basch, Gaius/Estinien, Lyon/Menenius Resident Evil: Chris/Wesker, Leon/Krauser, Jake/Sherry FFXII: Cid/Vayne, Ghis/Bergan, Ashe/Basch/Vossler, Ondore/Reddas, Ashe/Balthier(/Al-Cid) FFXV: Gladio/Noct, Prompto/Ignis, Nyx/Drautos, Regis/Clarus inFAMOUS: Cole/Zeke, Reggie/Delsin, Eugene/Reggie Britcom RPF: Charlie Brooker/David Mitchell TMA: Jon/Gerry, Martin/Mike Crew, Peter/Elias, Jon/Elias DMC: Nero/Credo, Dante/Vergil SPN: previously Dean/Cas, now Dean/Sam, Dean/Crowley, Sam/Rowena, many many others.... bg3: Omeluum/Blurg, Tav/Emperor, Orpheus/Voss iwtv rpf: Eric/Assad ofc!! iwtv: Armand/(old)Daniel, Louis/Armand/Daniel, Louis/Daniel, Armand/Louis FFVII: Cid/Vincent, Turks Gangbang in various combos Overwatch: Reaper/Soldier 76, Hanzo/Mcree (sorry idr his new name sldhglg) FFX: Auron/Jecht/Braska, Seymour/Anima(or Seymour's mother) Dishonored: Corvo/Daud The Goblin Emperor: Thara/Iana Uncharted: Sam/Sully!!!!! but i wrote Nate/Elena as a gift lol Full Metal Alchemist: Hughes/Mustang, although I wrote Ed/Winry for an exchange MGS: Sam/Raiden, Vamp/Raiden, BB/Ocelot, BB/Kaz, although when i wrote for this fandom it was..... a britcom rpf crossover LOL

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom? well, i was SUPER into the vampire chronicles as a young teen but i basically read iwtv -> TVA -> blood & gold and then stopped, cos i was mostly HUGELY into Armand and then Marius, and less bothered about the rest. then when iwtv (tv) came out, i was HUGELY into it, but i wasn't back on tumblr back then so i just kinda squeed in my own head? so when i found out s2 was airing (i'd missed like 3 eps i think??) i just finally got into the fandom proper! and having Armand there now just gave me all the impetus i needed to start making things heh. god i love him so much... needless to say young teen me HATED the casting choice from the original film LOL

Current Fandom

18. What ship have you written the most about? it's definitely Eric/Assad atm!! i've written three Armand/Daniel drabbles for Seasons of Drabbles exchange, but man, the rpf has taken me overrrr

[shivasdarknight]

whats ur fave piece of surkie lore? or ur fave piece of her char design? (or both) :3c

im gonna yell at u but u also brought this on

......OKAY SO, i swear to god this is the most self indulgent shit but I gotta give a teensy bit of context first.

Surkie goes into enw as effectively a drk+rpr since rpr for her is more of an augment onto her preexisting classes? She doesn't use a rpr jobstone nor does she have a proper avatar, as she kind of just got dragged to Drusilla after she summoned a voidsent into her. That voidsent was Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, something she'd actively researched and sought out due to his supposed status as one of the very first voidsent who might have sympathy to her plight to restore the void with Cylva.

This is Diarmuid, btw:

His size is very fluid and he just kinda hangs out in Surkie's head. He's got a more humanoid form that looks like a devil trigger out of DMC and remembers what he used to look like as a mortal, but that's not something he ever shows to anyone.

Reaper is a compromise between him and Surkie due to their vastly different fighting styles (her being a drk main, him...well when he was alive he often used a sword and a spear in tandem with each other and had two sets so 4 weapons in total, the tails kinda echo back to that). So while Surkie is still dominantly a drk, stuff involving Diarmuid involves summoned scythes and whatnot since them learning something together was better than trying to find a balance between existing styles.

This is all to say that at the end of enw, in order to keep her alive, Diarmuid ends up partly fusing with Surkie to get her back to the Ragnarok, and they're kinda stuck together now. She's half voidsent now, it's fucked her up fundamentally, he's stuck on the Source, and now Surkie has a Devil Trigger.

Like. Seriously. It's in part designed after Diarmuid and his humanoid form, but also in part inspired by her dark knight glam from post stb-enw, which ends up getting destroyed - which is this set below, main piece being the Behemoth King top. Reason being is the Sin DT forms are based on suits of armor, with Dante's being more european armor while Vergil's is clearly samurai armor.

She lost this armor set at the end of ENW after it kind of became her identity. It got worn down from how she channels aether - which she wasn't even aware of doing, but it was what in part destroyed her first and favorite spear, nearly destroyed her Captain's naginata, and then decimated her armor. Granted, what dealt the final blow was the fight against Zenos, but her aether warped the plate so heavily that it was unsalvageable. It's what ends up leading to her post enw look with the Troian gear, which was tailored specifically to her insane and uncontrollable aether.

But this also means it's easy for her to suddenly swap into that voidsent form/DT.

She gets a hang of slipping in and out of it and she winds up fighting MOST OF THE 6.X BOSSES ON HER OWN. Initially it was just because I'm Fucking Gay and I wanted her and Barbariccia to go one on one (*COUGHS*), but then it led into her being the only one to take on Rubicante, and then ofc it just fit to have her go after Golbez on her own. As that DT. Rest of the team joins her for Zeromus, but regardless she still just went stupid crazy DT form against these guys and walked out of it alive.

..............................................................................and this form is also responsible for an uh. Incident. that results in their fifth child, Tseren, whose bio parents are surkie and ysayle.

because Someone's a bit of a monsterfucker.

and they don't learn about this until the Rubicante fight where Ysayle was going to get involved in the fight, but he refused to fight her on the grounds of her. yknow.

gg surkie

BASICALLY I GAVE MY WOL A DEVIL TRIGGER AND IM NOT CHANGING IT

[sweetieyos]

dante sparda x reader ♡

dates with dante will be going for pizza and a strawberry sundae in the evenings (if he have money ofc)

due dante's job, he would be back to home with scratches and injuries, by that you decided to start helping him with them !

dante will try EVERYTHING to show you how much he cares about you such a baby

he would talk to you about his family and some adventures that he used to have with vergil, sometimes he gets emotional and need relieve

if you don't like pizza and your favourite food is other stuff, dante will give it a chance, but i don't think he would like it because pizza lives at the top of his heart

talking about his addiction to pizza, you would try to convince dante to eat something healthy hint: TRY but he doesn't want to, so you decide to give up because of that, when dante notices that he actually upset you, he would try to have a healthy life just for you

dante will introduce you nero, whom you take like your son, you and dante are his parents figures

you are good friends with lady and trish, and sometime the three of you would go shopping or for the tea

when you met vergil, your relationship was neutral, you didn't talk with him that much but it was nice to know a important part of dante's life

when dante told you about when his life got in stuffs he didn't thought he will be in, your relationship got better and you understand him more and more each day

i love him so much

[eponastory]

Oh no...

I got stuck again.

All because I want to get to the juicy parts and I have to remember it's one chapter at a time.

It seems Paradise is an Illusion is doing pretty good.

So I'm going to kinda focus on that story for a little bit until I can figure out how to get unstuck with In Need of A Coat.

I still have a ways to go, but I'm getting there.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Hello!! I've been seeing your works and its so great btw.Here's some silly request..

So i was wondering,may i ask for vergil x male!reader headcanons? (I'm like beginner,sorry if i'm doing it wrong) The reader will be a half demon if u like. (Or you can make the reader gn! too)

So the male!reader have a complicated relathionship with vergil,like love-hate relathionship.They often have little or even big argument,but still can be likeee...keep their relathionship cool.But sometimes they also had a hard time to express their feeling for each other.(mostly bcs they r embarassed & they want to keep their pride lol)

The reader has a good relathionship with dante too,ofc in platonic way.(bcs reader & dante have a smiliar carefree characteristic,they got close quickly) Unfortunately Vergil would find it annoying,or hes just jealous lmao.Oh! just for the record,reader often doing contract/job? with the others too like dante,nero,lady,trish...

Thanks!!

(Please do not take this as rude, I only mean this in the nicest way possible; I just am a littler direct sometimes! Thanks for the request!!)

Okay so, if understand correctly; It would be a story about a male!reader (possibly a half-and-half like the twins, I'd have to think about that) and Vergil having a "complicated" relationship. One where they argue and fight a lot but, at the end of the day, can go home together and be chill. During this time, the reader becomes closer with Dante and Vergil has a problem with that. (Then like I'd do like some fluff or something--similar to my "Deep Regret" Dante oneshot) one-shot.

Is that correct? Lol

For the headcanon stuff, I have it on my AO3 (Linked here). Each person has their own chapter (Plus a bonus about dating the twins at the same time) that would/does apply to male readers (most of my work, if not all, is written with a male in mind; even if it's G/N--if that makes sense). If there is something in particular that you were looking for that I don't talk about, please lmk.

For the contract thing: Yes, in most stories are based with the reader being a devil hunter at the DMC; alongside whichever character is needed for the fic (and if it isn't required on who exactly needs to be with the reader, I default to Nero).

Trish, Nico, and Lady are harder for me to write--so I don't use them often.

Although I am not sure I figure I should state this; I don't do one-shots based on a relationship with any of the ladies. I can't write them well and I can't apply myself when writing something I can't picture (a lot of my stories are based on my maladaptive daydreaming lmao). I do Vergil, Dante, Nero, and V (I, at some point, will also try doing x Sparda as well).

[amamozarte]

for that hater ask thing imma ask questions: 12, 13, 16, and 25

12 - already did

13 - worst blorboficiation

I’m not too Shure what blorbofication means so I’m gonna take it to mean “character who’s mischaracterized en masse”. For this I think Vergil because of all characters I think I’ve seen him most mischaracterized as woobified/demonized. Ofc I’m guilty of blorboing him also but I try to reel it in every so often

16 - you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

This one I had to mill on a lot but I’ll say: Dante x Lady. I’m sorry, I really don’t see it ^^’ I have a few mutuals who like it on other platforms n I support them n all but idk I just don’t see it

25 -common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

This is gonna sound real wrong but “Lady and Trish get so little content” is a complaint that irks me because like. Yeah it’s ridiculous that they have so little content but I hardly see any of these people writing/drawing them to make up for it. Act now!! Create ladytrish!

[icycoldninja]

Allow me to elaborate:

What abt the DMC guys with a fem reader who grew up sheltered? Almost a complete opposite from them

She grew up as an only child, always in her house watching TVs and movies and had barely ever gone outside to play with other kids: which leads to her being rather dependent on her legal guardian whether it be her mom or grandma when it comes to decision making as they always comes up with the solution for her instead of guiding her to find the solution on her own; having little to no social skills.

Being sheltered can sometimes lead to low self-esteem or feelings of inadequacy. If individuals were not allowed to explore their interests or talents freely, they may struggle to develop a strong sense of self-worth.

Constant sheltering can lead to anxiety and stress when individuals are faced with unfamiliar or challenging situations. They may feel overwhelmed by the demands of adult life if they were not exposed to such experiences during childhood.

People who were sheltered as children may find it challenging to cope with failure or setbacks. They may have a fear of making mistakes or not meeting expectations, which can hinder their personal and professional growth.

That doesn’t necessarily mean she’s completely dumb and naive just like how the mass media usually portrays people growing up sheltered as she can still do some basic forms of household chores like hanging clothes, mopping floors,etc…just keep her away from the kitchen ofc, not as naive as how sheltered individuals are usually portrayed since she knows sex, political matters, etc…

But that being said, she’s still sheltered, which means she isn’t used to the bloodshed that normally wouldn’t bother them, would’ve definitely grossed her out; lacking major knowledge on how to protect herself ( she jokingly said she would try to bite a devil’s jugular if they were to catch her )

Ok!

Sparda boys + V x Sheltered!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante wasn't used to being around someone so...well...to put it lightly, useless.

-He couldn't believe that someone your age still needed to call her momma for help when a decision had to be made, such as whether to buy your trusted laundry detergent or the brand that was 50% off, even if you'd never used it before.

-He was sorry to hear you had self esteem issues because he himself had a few of those back in the day.

-Don't worry, Dante will work to help you. He has plans to teach you the ways of the world and to help you through your issues.

-Is glad that you're capable of basic tasks, so at least he doesn't have to worry about you starving to death when he's not around.

-Thinks it's cute that you believe you'd stand much of a chance against demons, though you might be onto something--having one's jugular bitten is painful no matter what your species.

■ Vergil ■

-To be frank, he thought you were pathetic. You were weak, incapable of making decisions for yourself, yet he still found himself growing fond of you.

-Maybe it was the fact that you needed his protection that made him feel this way, or perhaps it was because he just liked how you retreated behind him whenever you went out in public. It made Vergil feel important; purposeful.

-He likes it when you run to him for help when it comes to making difficult decisions because it makes him feel wise, like you're an inexperienced queen and he's your advisor.

-You are capable of basic, everyday tasks, so you're not completely useless, Vergil reasons. He could surely train you to be a competent adult, give him two or three months.

-Of course, this goes for combat training too. He won't settle for a weak partner, he will MOTIVATE them to gain POWER, as he does.

-Your idea to bite a demon in the jugular is very interesting indeed--he might even borrow that technique himself.

□ Nero □

-Nero was surprised to find that you were a grown adult who couldn't do many things for herself.

-He understood stews and anxiety when you went out in public, but having to call your mom or grandma to make a choice? Really?

-He was worried about your self esteem too, though he wasn't too sure what he could do to help.

-Nero's never been very good at comforting or teaching others, but he still does his best to help you learn important life skills.

-He wants to teach you to fight, too, so you can defend yourself against any demons that might come after you.

-He doesn't think biting a demon in the jugular is gonna so much for you, should you ever face one.

● V ●

-V was worried about your safety because in dating him, you expose yourself to countless dangers.

-He's not too concerned about your inability to make choices by yourself because you're young, you have time to learn.

-V knows he won't be around forever, so he tries to assist you best he can, teaching you things your parents should have taught you many years ago.

-He can't teach you to fight himself because his physical stage isn't the greatest, but he can have his familiars do it.

-He wants to assist you in improving your self esteem, doing whatever he can, whenever he can.

-He thinks your silly idea to bite a demon's neck is cute, but doubts it will work in a real life scenario....unless you have very strong teeth.

[thephantomporg84]

Bloodstained

Author: lewdbun // (@lewdbunbun)

Author’s Summary: Several months after the fall of the Qliphoth tree, Lady and Trish stumble upon a hidden secret weapon of a new organization who calls for the elimination of all demons. Little do they know, the secret lies in her cursed blood.

[devilsnwitches]

SSDD - Ch4 Crack the Shell

AO3 <Link - Written by @lynxtigerwritings & Me

Tags - Alternate Universe / Canon Divergent

Pairings - Vergil-OFC / Dante-OFC / Nero-Kyrie / V-OFC / Nero-V

(idk why the heck there’s like a constant link to a blog I don’t know? just ignore it?)

He didn’t need a babysitter, Charlotte knew that. The silence had rung out loud when he left, and Charlotte was a little concerned. She could guess that’s how he came to be so wounded. She knew that he probably wanted space, to clear his thoughts and mind, but she also wanted to offer a support system. It wasn’t hard to catch up with him, but she hoped that the distance she kept wasn’t too much and too weird. She also hoped that it gave him some comfort that someone was there.

The silence was hard. It was cold. Uncomfortable. Yet Charlotte didn’t feel like he was trying to push her away. They went around the block and then they went a different direction altogether. It was interesting to see the city as a pedestrian. The buildings were a little more crowded, held a lot more life. The landmarks she used to drive felt different too. Like she was seeing them from a whole new point of view. “I should do this more often.” She murmured to herself. Even the sun reflecting on the glass held a different sort of scene.

“Not many walk simply to walk, or see just to see,” Vergil cracked the silence on his end, hands buried into his jacket pockets and shoulders drawn tight, “It helps me think. Puts this energy, good or bad, to use.”

She could understand it. She used her own energy in a different way, but still comfortable. Charlotte jogged again to catch up. His legs were much longer than hers, so he took better and quicker strides. She brushed her hand against his shoulder but withdrew it quick. “Better than destroying something out of agony.”

“Such as a wall? Plates and furniture?” Vergil glanced at her from the corner of his eye, sighed through his nose and slowed his walk for her to a more casual amble, “My agony is how I lost my Yamato. Too blind to care to go back for it, and by then I was too far and I had tunnel vision.”

Charlotte felt his story was on the brink of being told. Her eyes went to his back, where the wound was still healing. The black veins and the skin flaking off. The air suddenly felt cooler, or maybe she recently felt the change in temperature. She was grateful for the slower pace, she could finally keep up without needing to jog. The walls and furniture were Yvette. Charlotte already knew that she was the glass breaking and the screaming. Screaming most definitely was her thing. “...I know it’s bold of me.” She said softly. “But you can lean on me. Nothing you say will pass my lips. You have my word.”

“I take people who give their word extremely seriously.” Vergil tensed a bit, “I’ve already been asked. I have not told much of anything.”

“I don’t believe in take backs.” Charlotte countered. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, just know that I’m listening, and if you don’t need me to listen but to support you in some way, I can do that too.”

A long drawn out silence stretched between them, his focus straight ahead for some time. He was used to people pestering, but Charlotte willingly kept her mouth closed, stubbornly or patiently waiting for him to crack again, either or both. It was mutual, but Vergil felt his chest tighten. His pain affected his demon, too. “I had no idea how long I had been gone until Dante informed me Nero hasn’t seen me for seven years.”

A long time. Charlotte blissfully stayed silent, knowing that there was more to this and Vergil didn’t need her to go poking at him. Seven years. That was a long time. Dante and Vergil were infamous for their relationship. Almost everyone in the demon hunter community knew that they didn’t really keep tabs on one another unless they had a reason. Seven years and Nero not even hearing a word? Now that was alarming. Charlotte wasn’t sure if she could handle waiting that long. No. She mused. She didn’t think she would. He was a strong man, who could handle a lot of things thrown his way, but he was half-human. He wasn’t invincible, even if the Sparda boys pretended that they were.

God, she wondered where that idea even came from. The idea that their father was a worshipped cult god or the facts of his military prowess. She supposed if it was her, a month would be enough to make her worry. It’d make her worry enough to go search.

“I never meant to leave him for that long. I am certain he knew things went downhill if he found the Yamato. It was always with me.” A turn down another street. “I am aware I missed a lot of things. Him growing closer to Kyrie. Becoming a man. Dante told me about what happened in Fortuna and that’s why they’re both here. I am proud he has done well for himself…” yet he had missed it all.

Charlotte gently brushed her hand against his arm, a passing motion, a soothing one. She felt the regret that was ringing loud between them. Of how much time he had missed, and of what was going on. While the “secrets kill” comment bothered her, she found herself unable to ask. Maybe she herself didn’t want to know, or maybe she knew that he’d tell her when he was ready. This was going to be the hardest hit for them both. She knew that. “As long as you’re alive,” she spoke up for once, breaking her vow, “You’ll always be able to make up for the lost time. No matter when. Seven years is a mere blink of an eye. There’ll be seven more after that, and after that, until we stop breathing and we’re on our funeral pyre.”

“I intend to, which is why I have yet to leave.” He looked up at the sky, “What led me running into Stolas was chasing the demon that took me from Fortuna and on a wild hunt. I was focusing on gaining the power to kill him. While fighting him, Abaddon showed, and Stolas took my distraction as an opportunity. I hate attacking and being attacked from behind.”

Charlotte kicked a rock off of the sidewalk, her frown speaking volumes. She wasn’t very fond of demons attacking from behind either. Less because they were cowards, and more because that was her weak point. She could only focus on so much during a fight, as long as it was in front of her face, they had nowhere to go, but the minute they were out of sight? That was when battles got dirty, and dirty fighting was never her style. Yvette handled those fights better, even if they did tend to get on the gory side, much to both sisters’ displeasure and distaste.

She slipped her hands into her short’s pockets and pulled out a hair tie. Quietly she started to tie her hair back up in a makeshift bun.

Vergil had looked at her then to see what she was shuffling for, and the mere moment she swept her dark hair from her neck, baring it, he sucked a quiet breath and pointed his eyes forward. She hadn’t even meant to tempt and that was rude of him. “Would you like to head back, or are you hungry?”

The sudden choice made her pause in tying her hair back. She had been so caught up listening, it threw her for a loop. It took a bit for her brain to reset and then she nodded, “If you feel up to it, let’s stay out a bit longer.” She offered. She wondered if he saw her scar, and that was why he had sucked in his breath now that she thought about it. It was a nasty scar. Really, even Yvette tended to not be too pleased when she saw it.

A reminder of an amateur's mistake, but Charlotte couldn’t find the heart to be ashamed of it. She didn’t feel like talking about it, and she also didn’t think that was quite the reason why he suddenly gasped. Then again, could’ve been the memory that he was at too. Whatever the reason, she decided to let it slide as she finished tying her hair back.

“When Dante brought me here from Nero’s, he took me to a diner. Fredi’s. Do you know it?” Vergil asked as he changed course, catching her elbow to turn and lead her down a crosswalk, then put his hand back in his pocket.

For a brief moment, she wondered what it would take for him to actually touch her in return. Though she was pretty grateful he led her. “I don’t think so. I normally cook at home.” She admitted, gently kicking the sidewalk again, this time more out of shyness than anything. “I never found a reason to...go out. So it’ll be a nice change of pace.”

A softer expression and his shoulders weren’t so tense, “Then let us enjoy ourselves while we can. You did say you want to do this more often. So do it.”

“Only if you come along for the ride.” Charlotte couldn’t believe herself. Why. Why did now of all times had to be the time she channeled her inner Yvette. She made a mental note to throw a pillow at her sister when she got back. Or smother her. Whichever was fastest. Well, she didn’t believe in take backs. Better live with this.

“As it will get me away from Dante and keep me from killing him, I accept.” Vergil rather enjoyed watching her have an internal debate with herself. Both sisters seemed to be expressive and it helped. Fewer bushes to dance around.

Looked like Yvette was only going to get a pillow tossed at her. In the face. Charlotte mentally cheered though. Score. “Awesome.” Why. “What do you normally get?”

“This will only be my second time, but they offer more than strawberry sundaes. I ordered an orange cream parfait.” Vergil shrugged a shoulder, “I tend to go for more orange-flavored things. Dante is all about strawberries.”

Oranges. Charlotte wondered if she had anything in her recipe books at home that called for oranges. “Huh.” She knew that there were a lot about strawberries. The last time she did anything orange was homemade orange juice because she was ticked off and she didn’t feel like screaming and needed to burn off energy faster than baking bread would ever allow. “I’m keeping that in mind.”

X

The city was quiet. Well, quiet enough. He did land a few gigs. Some demons were tearing up the place, but not at an extreme measure that Lysander spoke of. At least, not yet. They were small fry, easily taken care of, and yet Nero still couldn’t help but feel like there was something really wrong with the scene. Maybe it was how weak the demons were and how they were flocking. Maybe it was his father’s paranoia finally kicking itself back into gear now that he knew what caused those black veins to begin with.

Regardless, Nero deserved the damn twenty-minutes it was taking Nico to get a carton of cigarettes when he saw Alexina walking down the street. It was fast how he could recognize her with an extreme style makeover. He rolled down his window, just as she was passing. “Yo. You dressed as a pinup girl for a costume?”

“Save it los-” Alexina’s head turned and her cheeks flushed. “Hey, Nero. I thought you were-”

“Some catcalling idiot that doesn’t know when to stop? Sorry about that.” Nero gestured at her outfit. “You look nice. Did V take you out?” The immediately raised eyebrow made Nero swear in his head. That “someday” wasn’t “today” it appeared. Damn, he wasn’t sure he’d have the patience that V had for this. “Never mind.”

Alexina huffed a laugh. “I used to get those questions a lot back when we were in school together.” She shook her head fondly. “We’re friends, Nero. That’s all. Hey, speaking of friends. I got a question for you since I have you pinned.”

“That’s not at all suggestive but you can hit me with your best shot.” Nero offered, leaning against the door.

“You and Kyrie. Are you two closed or open?”

“Closed?” Nero hated that was even a question, but he was pretty taken aback by Alexina’s question. “Do I even-”

“I was just curious.” Alexina waved it off. “I thought that...well...never mind.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint ya.” Nero rubbed the back of his neck. Oh boy, and here V was just telling him that he had plans. He was thankful that he probably could cut that off quick. “Hey, there’s someone that I know who has a crush on you.”

Alexina looked taken aback and then she smiled ruefully. “A friend of a friend?”

“Nope. Straight up friend,” Nero was going to get V to pay him back for this, he was certain of it. “He’s a little eccentric, but he has a good heart. He has his way of throwing you off your game if you’re not careful, but other-”

“Hey.” Alexina reached into the car and gently placed a hand on Nero’s arm. “I see what you’re trying to do.” She gave him a gentle smile. “Anyway, I got a favor to ask you.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try. What favor?” Nero asked.

“Let him down gently.” Alexina let go of his hand. “He really likes the both of you.”

“Wait, what?”

“I should get going. Bye Nero.” Alexina waved.

“No, wait! Lex! LEX!”

“Jesus, what are ya shouting for?” Nico came towards the van and looked over to see Alexina’s retreating back. “Was that Lexi?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh shit! She was here?! You didn’t give her Silver Wings did ya?”

“What?! No! I didn’t think you were done with it.”

Nico smacked the door. “Damn it, Nero, you’d lose yer head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

“Says the lunatic that drives like one.” Nero snarked back.

“Yeah yeah. Here hold on to these will ya?” She tossed her cartons into his lap and headed towards her side of the door. “What was that conversation about anyway?”

“Honestly Nico? I don’t have a fucking clue.”

X

“Hathaway, you should be fucking pleased as peaches.” Griffon flapped onto the counter in time for a scrap of meat to be flung towards his direction. She had a knife in her hand so Griffon knew that he had to be delicate with this. Careful even. If she got hurt it was his feathers that’d get roasted. “Whatcha making?”

“Food.” Alexina gave Griffon the side eye. “Off my counter, Griff. You’re in my way.”

Griffon stole another food scrap and flew himself to the other side of the kitchen, using his talons to peel into it. “Still you gotta be jumping for joy. Because Vitale, le gasp, touched Nero!”

Alexina had been so focused on slicing that when she heard that she accidentally had placed her finger a bit too close to the blade and sliced her skin open. Cursing, she placed her finger in her mouth and glared at Griffon. Her heart stuttering in her chest. V...that didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything. She felt her throat feel a bit thick. “What do you mean?” She asked around her finger as she started hunting for bandages.

“I mean, Hathaway, you should be more careful when handling sharp objects.” Griffon taunted and wasn’t surprised when she threw a carton of...something at his head. Medicine of some sort. “Rude! I was trying to tell you how V got snuggly with a demon hunter and looked cute doing it.”

V was cursing when his door opened down the hall and he appeared shortly after, holding his hand and frowning, “Xina? Griffon? What is going on?” he kept his hand close to his chest and bent down to swipe up the thrown bottle off the floor.

“She tossed that at me!” Griffon tattled.

Alexina glared at the bird, “You distracted me. I’m alright, V.” She assured as she finally found the box of bandages and fished one out. “Sliced my hand on a blade is all.”

“I was telling her about you and Hotshot.” Griffon taunted proudly. “You know, how you two got cozy enough to give cavities.”

Closing his eyes, V internally groaned and when he opened them again he went to Alexina, taking her hand before she could try and fumble the box open, her blood now all over it, and for the first time he tried. Tried to focus on his energy and feeling hers together. They were tied. He knew that. Focusing on what he wanted, he watched the purple shimmer and light before his finger was the one with the cut and hers was perfectly fine. “There.”

It felt like deja vu. Always looking out for her. Her heart stuttered in her chest again and she quietly went back to the box of bandages, getting one. “It was only a minor cut.” She murmured to him as she unwrapped the bandage. “You didn’t have to do that, V.”

Griffon cooed softly in the background.

“I will be the painting of Dorian Gray if necessary, minor to major.” V was dead serious.

It wasn’t the first time Alexina wondered what life was going to be like. She slowly bowed her head, taking a breath. His boyfriend would be upset about that, wouldn’t he? Or did they talk? They must have talked if this Nero was close to him. He probably agreed. Otherwise, V wouldn’t have done it. She bandaged his finger, trying to be careful since touch was so hard. It made her jealous that Nero could….but she shoved that right down so fast she nearly got dizzy from it. Nope. Nope. Nope. That wasn’t happening here.

He deserved happiness for once in his life. Alexina looked up at V, eyes searching. She knew too well how this battle of wits would go. She also knew to bow out. “Tell me about him.” Was all she could offer. “He sounds nice, and Griffon’s torturing me by withholding information.”

“Shadow liked him nearly as much as she loves you.” V brushed her bangs from her eyes, “He called Griffon a chicken, much like Charlotte did.”

“He’s a pain in my ass is what he is.” Griffon ruffled his feathers. “He fucking got the cat to stick her tongue out. The affection whore!”

Alexina laughed genuinely. He couldn’t be that bad of a man. She was upset over nothing and she knew it. Deciding right then and there that maybe it was time her and Griffon teamed up, she nodded over towards the kitchen. “Tell me more? I’m cooking dinner so you can tell me while I’m doing that unless...is it the deadline you’re working on?”

“It can wait, I made quite a bit of progress before I was...distracted. I will go back when my finger heals.” He had been grateful that at least small hurts healed fast, though of course, he wasn’t looking forward to the big hurts later. “Nero offered to help me train.” He started off as he pulled a chair from the table, “I said something that struck a chord in him, and he immediately said he would help me. Not offer, but told.”

“They’re both addicted to damsels in distress,” Griffon said as he flew back towards where she was cutting again. “Be careful with that knife girlie.” He teased and she pretended to swat at him with it. “They’re both dumbasses Alex. Both. Dumbasses. I can’t handle it.”

“Sounds like you have your wings full.” Alexina teased and glanced behind her shoulder. “So he saved someone too and that’s what the connection is?” Wait a moment. Now that she was thinking about it. She glared at Griffon. “Hold on a second. Isn’t Nero with Kyrie?”

“Mm-hmm,” V hummed as he watched Griffon grin as best a bird could grin. Of course he would freak Xina out so he could comfort her fears. “Nero’s way of saying her name tells me all I need to know about how much he loves her. That is part of his motivation to train me. He understands.”

Griffon shook his feathers out. “You told him about you being sick, Hathaway? You even got a Nero nickname too. He seems pretty fond of you.”

“I’m defeathering you later,” Alexina muttered under her breath.

“Hey V, how long do you think it’ll take you for you to steal Nero from Kyrie?” Griffon turned his attention to V.

“I don’t know, Griffon. I might fool all of you and steal Kyrie.” V deadpanned.

“You fox!” Griffon crowed, flapping to V’s shoulder.

Alexina bowed her head for a moment before taking a breath. Weirdos. They were all weirdos. “Do you have a crush on Nero or on Kyrie?” She asked curiously. “There’s no shame here, you know...if you do. You know that right?”

V stood up again and came up behind her, his hands lightly skimming over her shoulders, “I don’t know that I do. You cut your hand and threw a pill bottle at Griffon.”

Griffon trilled softly, as though following the motions of the conversation.

Alexina tossed the vegetables into the pan carefully so that the grease wouldn’t fly up and hit them both. She didn’t want him to take on another minor wound. Even if he was willing to be the picture of Dorian Gray. She was grateful that he was patient, he knew to wait her out, especially when she was working near a stove. His happiness over hers. She vowed that damn it. If he could take on her minor hurts, then she could damn well give him this. “Mistakes.” She said after a moment. “Griffon caught me at a bad time and he decided to make it worse by being mouthy. Everything else though? I’m not lying. I won’t shame you for loving someone V. Not a single person. Or people even if you’re that way. I care about you too much for that.”

“People,” V said immediately, latching on to that tightly. It was the smallest opening that offered him both, and he wouldn’t let it slip away.

“And do you see me going ballistic?” Alexina smiled lightly at him. “See? I told you. No judgment.”

“I quoted Wolf and Flame from Nikita Gill to him,” V finally admitted to her, stepping back to give her room and watched her, the safety net of ‘people’ beneath him now. The last thing he wanted was for her to be upset with him; even though she hid it well, he still knew her.

“That’s a good one. It matches him really well too.” Alexina said as she carefully added the meat to go in with the vegetables, tossing another scrap towards Griffon who caught it mid-air and pleased. “He really is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. No one really sees it, but I guess we did. You did for sure.” She tossed him a smile from over her shoulder. “Need me to be a better wingman than Griffon?”

Griffon squawked, “What the fuck, Alex.” He rarely used her name, but when he did, it was for a purpose.

V barely stifled a chuckle behind his hand, “I believe I have it handled. We talked for hours on our own, and you know it takes a lot for me to talk to someone. You had a hell of a time.”

Nero had it easier. “Mom certainly knew how to crack you. Five minutes alone and you two were laughing.” She ached suddenly. Griffon even felt uncomfortable all of the sudden and he trilled, not pleased with the mood fall.

Tilting his head to the ceiling, V’s following sigh was longer. “I was shy with you.”

“I remember.” Alexina’s voice changed. Soft. Gentle. “Mom didn’t let you stay shy. She was all up asking you all sorts of questions. I remember being embarrassed. She got you open and I was so freaking happy about it. You looked good smiling. I wanted to keep that.”

Griffon looked over at V, head tilting silently as he watched for his reaction. The familiar knew of demons of the underworld. This was something strange, and unfamiliar to him.

“You do, Xina…” V whispered, shoulders dropping, looking tired and sadness swimming in his own eyes, but he closed them, “I smile every day seeing you here.”

“No. You smirk.” The lightheartedness came back so swiftly, Griffon felt a headache coming on. Humans were so freaking weird. So weird. Their emotions were weird, this was weird, and he couldn’t say anything snappish about it. He knew where he didn’t understand. “Dinner’s almost ready. Want to set places?” She asked lightly.

“Of course.” No hesitance, taking the attempt at humor for what it was and headed for the cupboards.

X

Alexina doubted that Nero and V were there since the van wasn’t in the garage. She had half of the mind to head back to the apartment when she thought about what V said a few nights ago. She knew it wasn’t her place. She slipped through the garage and headed up towards the stairs like she had the first time. Nico was crazily organized and messy at the same time, Alex noted. She was pretty sure everything had a place, no matter how out of place it seemed.

Using the back of her hand, she rapped a rhythm against the door. It had once been an inside joke between her and V back when they were teenagers, trying to knock to the beat of the other’s favorite song that they heard on the radio.

“I’m coming, just a minute!” Kyrie’s voice echoed through the door. As promised, it didn’t take long for her to swing the door open, chest heaving as though she’d ran. When she recognized the face, she perked a little, “Alexina!” Then she drooped, “Oh, I’m so sorry but I was about to head to work. Everyone’s at Dante’s place.” Indeed she was wearing a nice blazer and a pencil skirt, tights underneath and mary janes, not heels. She’d dealt with that before and it didn’t end well. Stupid demons.

“You look professional, I like it.” Alexina smiled warmly, “Do you need a ride?” The offer came quick and she was a little taken aback. Normally it would’ve been an apology and an offer to come by another time. She wondered if it was because this girl was someone V might have a crush on one day. Nero certainly was already on his list.

“I work at the orphanage. I can give you directions,” Kyrie nodded with a sweet smile, “I need to grab my purse. I’ll meet you at your car?”

Alexina nodded and quietly headed back to her car. Her heart was beating rapid fire in her chest. She already could tell she was nervous about trying to make a new friend. Near death and hospital stays didn’t exactly make for good conversation starters, and she was mostly left alone. Shrugging it, she decided to enjoy it. The nervousness, the butterflies that were in her stomach, the mere fact that she was going to go on a different route. She was probably a little crazy to love that. Yet months and months ago, this wasn’t a concept. This wasn’t even an idea. Not even a discussion. She waited patiently for Kyrie to approach the car and she smiled. “I suppose I came in the nick of time.”

With the garage door closed and locked in place behind her, Kyrie felt secure their place would be left intact until someone came home. She nodded to Alexina and slipped into the passenger side, breathing a sigh of relief, “I thought I was going to be late. I enjoyed my shower a little too much and had to blow-dry my hair.”

Being a firm believer of natural dry hair, Alexina grimaced at the mere thought of it. “The shower was worth it.” She determined after a moment. “I’m more of a bath person myself, but showers can be real nice too when-” She cut herself off, remembering there was no when anymore. “Well, I suppose it’s one of those days today. V’s gonna hate this.”

“What exactly do you mean? What will he hate?” Kyrie pulled a tie from her purse and put her hair up, then searched for her favorite clip to go over it.

“I keep thinking of things I used to not be able to do when I was sick,” Alexina admitted, leaning back into the seat as she reversed the car out of the driveway and headed down the road. “Today’s been a real good day. Every day’s been a nice little reminder of...hey I’m here still. You know? Things feel more real.”

“I’m glad today’s been a good day, but you still seem troubled.” Kyrie pulled out a small tube of gloss, a sheer pink and she put it on with practiced ease, “I don’t want to pry into your life, Ali. Looking out for everyone’s a self-imposed job I won’t give up. You don’t have to tell me anything, but I’m here to listen. Everyone knows that, so now you do, too.”

Alexina’s grip on the steering wheel tightened for a moment before she breathed. Nero had the best girl. V would adore her to pieces. “Then...do you mind taking V under your wing and looking out for him? Nero and he seem to be close and…” She trailed off slowly. “He’ll take on too much with me. He already did and he still takes on more. He’s like you. A little more on the selfish side, but he looks out for people he’s close to. Since he doesn’t really...have that. I’m mostly saying this because he’s...a gentle spirit. A really good person. And...he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or hurt Nero or anyone. If anything, he’d feel bad that he couldn’t take your pain too.”

“Nero takes on my pain well enough. After all, it’s a pain we share. My brother, Credo, was his best friend.” She didn’t need to elaborate on that one. The tone in her voice already said he was dead. “I did notice that Nero talked quite a bit about V when he came home that night. It makes me happy Nero has his family back and is gaining more friends. Would I be wrong to say you sound like you could use some friends, too?”

Alexina startled a laugh. “I could probably use some.” She admitted. “I’m a little bit worse for wear on the social train, but I can try.”

“Then don’t be a stranger, Ali. Come around. Talk to us.” The songstress giggled softly and smiled at the orphanage, “Are you busy now?”

“No, my last client was an hour ago,” Alexina said, glancing at the clock and then at the building that Kyrie had directed her to. She could see some kids playing on the playground. This wasn’t a school, she noted. She recognized this. “If V finds out I adopted five kids, we’re not saying a word.” She warned Kyrie. “Also, if I come around sometime, let me do your makeup?”

“I’ll keep track of what ones you adore because Nero’s the same way,” she laughed as she popped the door open, “I’d love to have my makeup done, and maybe Nico, too. We could have a girl’s night?”

When was the last time Alexina had such a thing? “I’ll be happy to come.” She assured as she got out of the car. She wondered how V would take Nero adoring kids. She supposed it’d go on the cute list.

X

Nero had to take a breath after getting shoved back by Shadow’s blades and having to immediately dodge Griffon’s lighting attack. Nightmare was agreed to be used “as a trump card” so Nero had focused his attention to distract the poet from saying too many poems to rev himself up to being the golem out. “Take five.” He held his hand up. “That nearly killed me.”

Griffon cackled as he went to V’s shoulder. “What hotshot you can’t take us?”

“That mouth of yours is what’s gonna get V killed if you don’t shut up every once in a while.” Nero pointed at the bird before glancing over at the building.

“They are meant to protect me, so I doubt that,” V tucked his book under his arm and when he felt Shadow bump his leg he knelt down and rubbed her ear, “You did well. Good teamwork between the two of you.”

“Always prepare for the worst. They can take a hit, but they can only take hits for so long before they gotta rest up and then leave you vulnerable.” Nero offered as he flopped down to the ground to take his own breather. “Gotta admit, I’m glad that you can hold on your own. For a while there you had me worried that Lex would beat me near death for breaking a bone of yours.”

“I am fragile, but I will not break so easily.” V shook his head and stood up, walking over to Nero, Shadow trailing by his side. “In fact, training has helped me feel a lot better than I have been.” He picked at his sleeveless coat, “I do not wear this as a fashion statement. Not anymore.”

Nero glanced over at the sleeveless coat, and he remembered that question that he had wanted to ask. Yet he also remembered why he didn’t ask it. V was...complicated. He only gave information, took information, but anyone’s questions could be met with a poem, a dismissal, or honesty. “You really don’t consider lying do you.”

“There really is no point in it. I can avoid the truth, but I won’t lie.” V agreed, carefully easing himself to sit down beside Nero and looked out at their training ‘field’ of sorts. Broken stone and upturned dirt everywhere.

“So…” Nero knew this was absolutely none of his business. “Lex has self-esteem problems doesn’t she.”

“I was severely reminded of that the other night.” V rubbed his temple, “It is difficult when I want the slow burn. I was debating on stopping by the store to see if they have her favorite flowers.”

“What she got jealous?” Nero huffed a soft laugh. Shadow took that as a sign that she could lay over his stomach and he grunted. “Over who? I wasn’t aware you had any other lady friends, and I’m pretty sure Nico doesn’t count, considering she looks at everyone like they’re hot meat. Shadow, why?”

V released a soft laugh and toyed with Shadow’s tail, twisting it between his fingers like one might twist and spin a pencil, “Griffon told her about this. About you and how I told you my name. Xina even cut her hand.”

“I’m not sure if I should be worried that she’s jealous over this, or if I should be worried that you’re hiding something.” Nero petted Shadow absently in his thoughts. “You know, that explains the conversation.”

That startled V and he furrowed his brows, “Conversation? Care to elaborate, Nero?”

Nero stopped petting Shadow and looked over at V curiously. “She asked if Kyrie and I had an open relationship of sorts.”

Shoulders tensing, V licked his lip and tilted his head, “What did you say in response to that?”

At that, Nero softened. “I told her about someone that might be interested in her. A little on the eccentric side. Can summon demons, has tattoos, made a deal. You know the works.”

V shook his head, relaxing back down, “Thank you for trying, Nero. At this point, I doubt she would believe anybody or anything until I…” he cleared his throat, neck warm, “Until I kiss her. She can be...obtuse that way.”

“You know, not everyone would set aside their life and make a deal with a literal devil to make sure she’d live.” Nero mused quietly. Shadow got up and started to make her way to V’s lap, already abandoning him. He supposed Shadow felt his distress. He wondered if V knew how often she got catcalled. The insult that nearly passed her lips. “If you’re determined about this slow burn, I got an idea for you. Those flowers you mentioned? Do it. Then do something fun. It doesn't have to be a date, but she needs out of the house for sure. Just don’t kill anyone.”

“Why would I…?” V trailed off as he came to the conclusion Nero knew something he didn’t. That was alright. He was keeping his attraction to Nero a secret as well. “I will take your advice. After all, you have a pretty successful relationship with Kyrie. How long have you two been together?”

“Five or so years. I had the worst crush,” Nero groaned, putting his hand over his forehead. “I tried to do the whole ‘I’m broody and mysterious and I don’t talk to people’ bullshit. I mean, I had a huge chip off my shoulder anyway, but I was...I was awful. Somehow someway she was charmed by it. I don’t know if she knew it was an act, or if she was because we were childhood friends and she saw right through me. I gave her a necklace for her performance the day things went to shit and after that...I threw all those reservations away.” He pulled his arm away from his forehead. “You know what I mean? You think, “I could’ve lost her, and what would’ve I said”. You think, “never again”. You think, “She doesn’t have anyone now. You couldn’t save her brother, so you gotta save her...cuz no one else is going to. No one’s gonna care.” You think, and you just...stop. You stop thinking. Best thing I ever did really. Straight up told her that I wanted her to be with me. Now she helps out an orphanage. I know all those kids and what happened to them, because in my eyes...they’re hers. Every single one of them. So I got a lot of people on my back, wanting me to protect them. I’d be fucking stupid now to lose all that. I thank my lucky stars every damn day and night for her. For her putting up with my dumbass, cuz I know I scare her.”

“I love the way you talk about her. It tells me so much about you.” V couldn’t even deny that. Nearly everything hit so close to home and a shaky breath left him, “I was an orphan. Xina’s mom took me under her wing around our high school years.” He brushed his bangs behind his ear only to have them fall right back in place, “Kyrie’s brother...loss is hard. Xina’s mother...there was an accident. Neither of us...really know. It was a closed-casket funeral. They would not let us see her body, say goodbye properly. When we asked, faces were grim and there were no answers.”

“What the fuck?” Nero looked at V torn between anger and sadness. Anger for the dismissal both Lex and V faced for wanting to say goodbye. How fucking hard was it? Nightmares could be fixed. “I would’ve kicked their asses and then some.” That explained a lot now. The closeness. V couldn’t do that again. Alex couldn’t be another body buried without an improper goodbye. “Jesus.” He let out a sharp breath. “No wonder. No fucking wonder.” He let out another breath. “What about her dad? Anything on him?”

V shook his head, “Nothing. Xina doesn’t know anything and her mother never said a word. I suppose you’re wondering knowing what you do about me why I haven’t made her mine yet. Your words make me wonder that myself.”

“It sounds like to me,” Nero said after a moment of thinking as he let V’s words wash over him. “You’ve been playing big brother role for a long time, and you don’t know how to step out of those lines. If you even can.” He looked over at V, taking in how the sun made him look a little younger. The tattoos looked as though they had a life of their own, but Nero couldn’t determine if that was the light that was reflecting on them or if they really were slightly moving. “You’re scared because you’re risking everything. Nothing will ever be the same the moment you have her. I always thought of Kyrie as my younger sister and believe me...that was a fucking hard line to erase but the moment I did I realized no. I never really “saw” her as my younger sister, it was easier to say it. It was easy because it meant I had her in my life somehow, someway. I guess the same goes for you two. Making a deal with a demon is a whole lot easier than to rip your heart out of your chest and say “here this is yours”. Maybe that was a little graphic.”

The back of his knuckles covered V’s mouth as he laughed. It was easy to laugh with Nero. Xina could make him laugh as well, of course, but Nero’s quirkiness had its own charm. “What you say holds some truth to it. Perhaps taking her on a date after presenting her with flowers is a good first step to try and see her in that different light, to see if I can step over that line, if only a little bit.”

“Oh my god fucking finally!” Griffon who had been oddly silent during the exchange appeared onto V’s shoulder. “How did this happen without me bashing you into walls.”

“Oh great the chicken’s back. Does that mean I get to beat you again?” Nero asked dryly.

“Try it, hotshot!”

[ldr-coded]

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vergil x reader smut

uh first time writing on here, and first time writing fic in like years lmao. sorry if this is bad T^T

contains: smut, vergil ofc, cunnilingus, sexual intercourse, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, dom vergil/sub reader i guess, female reader, readers pronouns not specified i think,

since the moment you laid eyes on the man you've had an insatiable lust for him. the yearning, the craving, the warmth between your thighs. no matter how hard you tried it was irrevocable. to put it simply, you had never wanted to fuck a man so badly. no, vice versa, you wanted him to fuck you. you wanted to be his, you wanted him to make you feel good, you wanted to be his pleasure, his toy, you wanted him to dominate you. your cunt grew hot at just the thought of it.

but you couldn't have him. it just wasn't right, right? nero is your close friend, you can't just fuck his dad. and dante is like a brother to you. how would he react if you fooled around with his actual brother? and it wasn't just that, i mean how would others feel? vergil was a bit older than you for sure. a sweetheart like you with a guy like him? all these factors should just be deterring you, but the longing for him just couldn't stop.

I mean who could blame you? his beautiful, slicked back, soft, silver hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through. the same hair that you wanted to tug while he commits unspeakable acts to you. his tall 6'5 (196cm) frame complimented by his gorgeous, sculpted, strong body. you could trace your fingers over his abs all day long. his piercing blue eyes, his perfect jaw, his unique voice that was simply addicting. and to most it might not seem like it, but you two actually had a lot in common. frankly, everything about this man was irresistible to you.

it had been like this for awhile now. the amount of thoughts you had about him had become vexing, but no actions yet unfortunately. until one fateful night. it was late, dark out, and everyone else was out on missions and such. except you and vergil. it was the perfect opportunity for you know what. and it was driving you nuts. the skin of your lip was peeling and slightly bloody from your incessant biting at it. you kept squeezing your thighs together for the ever so slight amount of pleasure that friction brought you. a bead of sweat dribbled down your back, it wasn't even hot in the room, it was chilly actually. but something else was hot if you know what i mean. vergil sat on the couch reading a book. you couldn't make out which book it was from where you were, the desk. not to mention the cover seemed rather vague.

your mind darted back in forth with the possibility of striking up a conversation with him. perhaps you could discuss the book he's reading? a feeling of anxiety washed over you at the prospect. who were you kidding? you had a big fat crush on him and you're too shy to do anything about it. the thought of sparking up some sort of small talk like that with him made you cringe. this overwhelming sense of embarrassment you had from your feelings of him gnawed away at you. it was so frustrating.

your eyes blankly stared at the generic magazine page in front of you. you weren't actually reading it at the moment, just gazing at it while lost in thought. the room was rather quiet. the faint ticking of a clock, the jukebox softly playing music at a low volume, the occasional flicking of a page, the pattering of rain on the windows and roof, thunder every now and then, so on. eventually this quiet atmosphere was broke by a voice.

"theres no need to try and hide your concupiscence. i can see right through you." vergil utters as he peers up at you from his book.

"what?" your reply is meek, your voice is shaky, your face is red. are you dreaming?

"y/n," he pauses and sighs for a moment before continuing, "i can tell your horny." your eyes widen at his blunt words. you've been caught, you feel like you've lost any and all chances with him, you can feel your heart dropping with the humiliation. what the hell do you do now?

"i'm not exactly sure what you mean. i'm just fine." your voice still shakes slightly even when you try to keep it cool and steady.

he scoffs at your evident lies.

"really now? but what if i were to tell you i feel this way too? what if i told you i want to dick you down right here and right now?" he replies smugly, a small smirk appearing across his mouth. you were too shocked to say anything as your face grew beet red. you simply gulped as your eyes stared down at your lap.

"y/n i see the way you look at me."

shit.

"but i'd be lying if i said i didn't look at you the same way. however, i will say i try to keep it less apparent." your eyes darted from your lap to his eyes instead, you begun to calm yourself for his confession cooled the red hot embarrassment that was engulfing you just a moment prior.

"i'm not sure what to say.." you respond in a some what hushed tone.

"actions do speak louder than words you know." he says with an audible smirk, "and i think it's clear that we're both well, lusting for each oth-" you cut him off before he can finish.

"please just shut up and fuck me already" you say in a desperate and breathy voice.

neither of you hesitate at this opportunity, you quickly stand up from your seat as he gets up from the couch. he hastily snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you into a rough kiss, your arms encircle his neck. you could feel the passion surging through his lips, his tongue skillfully exploring every bit of your mouth before you could even realize. he picks you up and carries you over to the couch without even breaking the kiss. your mouth grew hot, your face became warm too, your whole body grew fiery, your cunt was searing.

as the two of you plop down on the couch you speedily begin to straddle his waist. you could feel his rock hard boner prodding at you as it protruded from his lap. without even looking at it you could tell how tight it made his pants from the massive bulge. you rolled your hips against his, the friction of his clothed cock against your clothed cunt felt amazing.

this kissing seemed to never stop. neither of you dared to pull away. mouths smashing together in desperation. you moan into his kiss, he digs his tongue deeper into you. finally you two pull away from each other, a string of saliva connecting your softly panting mouths.

you and him made quick work of each others clothes. he rapidly latched his mouth to your nipples as you took off your bra. this was of course after suckling on your neck, collarbone and jaw first. he placed his hand on the small of your back as he laid you down on the smooth leathery couch.

"fuck, vergil i need you" you whined as he kissed you all over.

"well first, lets take care of you, darling"

his kisses on your chest slowly begun to trail down to your absolutely dripping and sappy cunt as he dexterously spread apart your legs and hoisted them on his shoulders. he begun to lap up all the sticky juices oozing from you like a man starved. swirling his tongue around your clit like its his last meal. he plunges two of his rough calloused fingers into your aching heat, causing you to unleash a quite unholy moan. the in and out thrusting out his digits, his tongue suckling and swishing around your throbbing clit. it was almost embarrassing how quickly he brought you to your orgasm. however the string of loud, squealing and whiney moans that followed were truly the embarrassing part.

the two of you are still panting when he sets your legs back down on the couch. he lustfully gazed at you as he plants his hands down next to either side of your head. you stare into his eyes back, your eyes full of desire. sexual desire. you could cum twenty times, two hundred times, two thousand times to this man and still always crave more. he began to prepare himself at your still dripping entrance. his cock so hard and needy it burned.

"you ready?" he asked intently. you stared down at his cock in amazement, it was the biggest you'd ever seen honestly.

"do i even need to answer?" you responded playfully.

without hesitation his dick rammed into you and he lets out a grunt of pleasure, and you couldn't help but moan of course. before you knew it he was relentlessly pounding into you. thrusting like theres no tomorrow. the sound of skin against skin sounded like it could be heard from miles away, especially with his balls smacking against you as his cock bottomed out in your heat. the couch was violently rocking, it felt like the whole damn building was shaking. your moans were non stop, his whimpers and grunts sounded like heaven to you. any words you said was just a babbling mess at that point as he was fucking you senseless. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings, honeyed words and praises into your ears.

you begun to rapidly approach your what, 3rd? 4th orgasm? you weren't even keeping track. vergil made sure to make you cum a ton before he could. he wanted you to feel as much pleasure as possible. but eventually he began to reach his own orgasm. his thrusts became sloppier and finally he came all in you. you could feel his white hot sperm spewing out of him into you, eventually filling you up and pooling out your entrance, his cock still in you.

he didn't even pull out before he kinda just collapsed on you. you couldn't care though. the feeling of him filling you up was heavenly.

even though you finally got what you wanted, you still craved more. so so so much more.

[nezu-mi]

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1. Killua Zoldyck (Hunter X Hunter) ofc

2. Kiryuu Nanami (Shoujo Kakumei Utena)

3. Natsuno Yuuki (Shiki)

4. Makishima Shougo (Psycho-Pass)

5. Alibaba Saluja (Magi: the Labyrinth of Magic)

6. Vergil (Devil May Cry)

7. Seo Yuzuki (Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun)

8. Lucy/Kaede (Elfen Lied)

9. Tachibana Chizuru (Kimi to Boku)

10. Osamu Dazai (Bungou Stray Dogs)

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