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The oldest OTP ❤❤❤❤❤

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[tiri5459]

[muse-write]

Verlady Week Day 2

Prompt: Bridal Carry

He’d seen the demon approach her out of the corner of his eye, but he’d been focused on his own battle, and anyway, Lady didn’t get hurt. She wasn’t supposed to get hurt.

She was too careful and crafty for that, even when she was surrounded by demons and firing her guns and artfully dodging hits and proving that all her gymnast training as a high schooler hadn’t gone to waste as an adult decades older.

Vergil didn’t worry about Lady, as a rule. But as he saw the Blade’s edged arms cleaving a gash into her side and drawing back for a final blow she had no hope of dodging—not like this, not hunched over the gaping wound in her ribs and, for a second, reeling with pain and shock—he knew that he would remember this in every moment of every future mission.

This time, there were just the two of them. There would be no legendary devil hunter rushing in with a cocksure laugh to swing the Blade into the air. There would be no angry, kindhearted boy to catch Lady as she fell.

There was just Vergil, on the other side of the street, with his hands covered in demon guts and the lust for blood roiling in his stomach and a poor human’s meager life in his hands, which was, historically, not a safe place to be. And yet he made his decision in a second—less than that. He unsheathed the Yamato, tricked across the street, beheaded the Blade with one fatally precise slice, and then caught the stunned, bleeding woman in his arms just as she began to tumble to the ground.

He lifted her, entirely too aware of the warm stickiness of her bloodied skin against his, the brush of her fingers as she struggled against him for a moment, the sudden tension in her body and the billow of her breath against his neck as she gasped in pain and seemed to finally realize the extent of her wound. Vergil stood in a street in Red Grave City, surrounded by dusting demon corpses, a Devil Arm at his side and a human woman in his arms, and knew with a certain pragmatic dispassion that he had made the right choice (one of the few he had ever made), and that he would keep on making it, for as long as she—Lady, Mary, this human—was in danger.

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╰┈➤ Verlady Week 2024 Day 2: Misc Promp

A Headcanon about Verlady:

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I can't help myself but to think of Dante as the "Fairy Godmother" in this relationship. I even have this clear image in my mind of him wearing a shirt with "Verlady's #1 Fan" printed on it.

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@verladyweek

[verladyweek]

DAY ONE: Start!

Verlady nation, this is not a drill, the time has come! This week, we’re celebrating one of the most intriguing and intense pairings in the Devil May Cry universe: Vergil and Lady - two strongly independent characters with a fierce drive and a deep history. Let us all celebrate as they come together in ways that spark both conflict and chemistry.

Whether you’re drawn to their dramatic encounters or the moments of unexpected connection, this week is all about exploring the many facets of their relationship, both romantic and platonic.

Today's lineup of exciting prompts that will dive deep into what makes this pairing so compelling is: Rainy Rendezvous, Huddling for Warmth, "Nothing about this is soft, but we pretend."

Additionally, you are invited to either share a song or a playlist that reminds you of their dynamic! Whether you’re a long-time fan or new to the ship, gear up and get ready to be very, very normal about Vergil and Lady. Vergil needs more power, but we need more Verlady! Let’s make this week smokin' sexy stylish!

To make sure your contributions are seen by this event blog, please feel free to use the event tag #verladyweek or tag the event blog directly, @verladyweek

Happy shipping!

[draymon-r0]

«Interesting sparring style, dear Lady..»

[unlucky-leek]

@verladyweek

Day Four - Confession

So I didn't actually have anything planned for Day Four originally, but this suddenly came to me out of nowhere and I've decided to post it now before I lose my nerve. It's not even anything scandalous, I'm just embarrassed by it for some reason 🤭

It's 1am where I am, and I'm busy for most of tomorrow, so hopefully this is OK! It's *technically* Day Four right?

Too short for AO3, text below the cut!

He gasped as their lips separated briefly.

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Lady's intense reaction hadn't been a part of Vergil's plan. One minute they'd been sitting on Dante’s sofa, discussing their feelings, and the next, Vergil was pinned against the sticky red leather as Lady frantically ran her hands through his hair.

“Say it again,” Lady demanded.

“Which part?”

Lady pulled him into another deep kiss. “You know which part.”

Vergil craned his neck to look down at her. “It won't mean as much if I say it on command.”

“I've been waiting for you to say it for years. It doesn't matter how many times you say it – I'll still be blown away.” She laid her head on his chest. “Please? I just want to make sure I didn't imagine it.”

“And what if you did?”

“Then I guess I've finally snapped,” Lady mumbled. She sat up again, straddling him. “And I should probably get off you before I end up full of holes.”

Vergil sighed. “Fine,” he conceded. “But only once more. For now.” He cupped her face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then stared into her eyes. He took a deep breath, enjoying watching her squirm impatiently. “Lady…” He smiled faintly. “I love you.”

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[xxlucyxlolaxx]

Vergil and Lady!

What type of fire had she started now? She didn't need to do that for him. To listen was to understand, and she understood him so very deeply now.

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[rarepair-competition]

Round 1, Matchup 6

[kintsugicore]

Vergil thrived on simplicity: erect walls, fortify them, remain untouchable. It was a principle he had lived and breathed and survived by. Enforce it, and he stayed safe. Restore it, and he remained sane. But somehow, nothing ever stayed simple around her . The mission had been straightforward enough: enter, eliminate, leave. Clean, precise—just as he preferred it. However, what should have been a task either of them could have taken in their sleep had first devolved into bickering, then escalated into an argument, and finally culminated into the constant thrum of a headache she had been fueling for the past ten minutes. "We could’ve finished by now if you’d shown some restraint,” he bit out, frustration barely contained as he made his way through crumbling debris and settling dust. “If you had the patience to wait for me to clear the path—" Lady, casually rifling through her bag for another grenade as she stepped over the still-smouldering rubble, glanced back at him, her mismatched eyes gleaming with that distinct, simmering annoyance Vergil had long since learned she reserved for only two things in life: people who didn’t use turn signals, and him.

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[ladynamida]

Submission for Day 2 of @verladyweek has been released into the wild!

Summary:

Time slowed, stopped... and then burst.

Before Lady could blink Vergil lunged toward her in his Sin Devil Trigger form; all rage, blue fire, chitin armour and violence. She was going to die.

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This one is inspired by the quote prompt for the day:

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet."

[muse-write]

Flufftober Day 30

Prompt: Forever @flufftober

Vergil felt her hand in his, her own strong and calloused from her pistols and her rocket launchers and all her other silly, powerful, so-very-human weapons. “H—“ He had to clear his throat to continue, and she pressed his hand reassuringly. “How long do you think this will continue, Mary?”

Lady leaned in, the scar on her nose wrinkling as her smirk grew into a true smile, the devilish look she’d had falling away into something softer. Something tender. “I guess I was thinking forever, Vergil,” she whispered, leaning her cheek against his.

His breath caught in his chest for a second. “F—forever? You think you can stand me that long?” He had trouble standing himself most of the time.

She met his gaze, her own copper and blue eyes teasing. “Hmm, that’s a good point.” Her hand rose to his hair and stroked back a strand that had fallen onto his brow. “But I think I can manage it. We’ve come a long way, you and I, haven’t we?”

He scanned her face for a long moment. Had anyone ever looked at him with such open affection? Dante came close, sometimes, in his soppier drunken moments, but Lady—Mary…she looked at him like she truly loved him and didn’t care if anyone knew it. More than that, she looked at him as though she enjoyed being with him. 25 years ago, she had screamed at him about manipulation and sunk to her knees in pain and grief and hopelessness, and Vergil had stabbed her in the thigh and, looking at her, had seen a weak human, all her drive and ambition lost.

And now she was sitting two inches away from him, her hand in his hair, seeming utterly careless of the blood on his hands and the demon blood in his veins and the knives that made up his tongue. And he looked at her now and saw a human woman—weaker than him physically, yes, but with more power than he had ever succeeded in achieving. Being split in two out of desperate ambition could not be considered power, not when a human woman such as Mary Arkham had seen her mother killed and finished off her father with her own hands and stuck by his brother’s side for over half her life and now sat here, smiling at him and saying she wanted to be beside him forever.

It was more than any of Blake’s poems had ever prepared him for.

“If you’re sure,” Vergil murmured, lowering his forehead to rest against hers, “then I would like it to last forever as well.”

[hoba-kirk]

Don’t want to continue, so I just leave it here)