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guess who's getting a new ref and design a week before artfight

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vergil would look good in white, just sayin

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"𝔑𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢. ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢. ℑ𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔞."

Diplomas are wrapping up so that means dobby is nearly free,

No, my love for Vergil has only gotten stronger during my hiatus.

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DMC5 Nero and V! Including DMC4 Nero!

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gay

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its still june 13th somewhere in the world

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"Frosting in my lungs"

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[Suggestive moment near the end]

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The ticking of the clock was the only sound that filled the office, creating an unfamiliar feeling. Usually, it'd be so loud, with Nero and Dante messing around, or Lady scolding them, or sometimes Nico would come over. It was always endless chaos, except for tonight.

The crew had gone on a mission, leaving Vergil alone in the office. He initially wanted to go with them. He didn't want his swordsmanship to rust,he says. But Nero told him to stay, just in case something happens to the shop, in which Vergil reluctantly agreed.

So now he's sitting quietly at the front desk, his eyes glued to his books, making no effort to look up when a familiar figure walked through the door.

"Well, it's awfully quiet today." Michael looked around, noticing the obvious absence of his demon hunting buddies. He looks back at Vergil, approaching behind the chair as he peeks at what the other man is reading.

Feeling Michael's breath on the back of his neck, Vergil couldn't help but feel a shudder run down his back, but he lets out a sigh to keep up the act.

"Long mission in the next town, if I recall correctly." The demon's voice was quiter than he wanted it to be. "Why are you here?"

"I only wanted to hang out,but I suppose I'll have to wait." Michael stands up straight and stretches, the fabric of his pearl white clothes rustling as it brushes against his skin. Then, the shorter man walked to the fridge, snatching the half empty bottle of whiskey that Dante hadn't finished. He downed it all in a few sips.

"..I always wondered how you don't throw up at parties. Just the taste of alcohol is enough to repel me." Vergil closed his book, setting it on the desk as he crosses his arms.

Michael chuckled a bit at Vergil's comment, "That's cause I'm sober and you're lightweight." He teases,throwing the bottle away. "What can I say? It's just genetics. But don't get me wrong,I've had my fair share of..unfortunate moments when handling alcohol. Can't say I haven't vomited on the side of the road or in the sink before." he shrugged casually

"Speaking of parties," Michael continued, "I just realized it's been over 20 years since we met and you never told me when your birthday is. Dante never bothered to remember so I had no luck questioning him.."

Vergil raised an eyebrow,finally looking at his companion with a confused expression.

"Birthday?" He repeated "Why are you suddenly interested in such things?"

Michael sighs and smiles wryly, "Don't tell me you don't remember either.." He walks closer to the desk,sitting on top of the mountain of unpaid bills that dante refused to touch. Vergil looked elsewhere, he doesn't know where, anywhere but at Michael.

"Ofcourse I don't. The last time we ever celebrated was days before the demons came to our realm. And after that,..I never had time to care about such..meaningless activities. I was constantly on the run, fighting and searching for power, for strength." Vergil sat up straight, "After all, even if I did care now, what could I even do to celebrate? Certainly not invite you people. So nosy and frustrating."

A long silence stretched out between them, before Michael checked the calender on the wall.

"June 15th" Vergil spoke, "Today is June 15th."

"..It's been a year since that day,huh." Michael got down from the desk,the papers flying onto the wooden floor. He began to walk to the exit, his steps aloof yet barely audible on the floor.

Vergil's gaze followed him, leaning his body forward just a bit on the table, like he wanted to follow him, but his consciousness kept him rooted in his seat.

"What do you mean,"That day"? Where are you going?" he finally spoke when Michael reached for the doorknob.

"Just running to the supermarket. Try not to miss me."

"Miss you?" Vergil scoffed, what sort of joke was he playing now? Why would he, a powerful half-demon, "miss" anyone, let alone a being such as Michael?

But when the door closed with a soft click, the room was silent and empty again. The sound of the clock ticking fills the office.

Vergil sighed, pinching his temples like Michael's presence was a nuisance to him, an annoyance. He was glad the man was gone, even momentarily. He could not stand saying another word to his ex again, he'd rather ignore him entirely. And yet, Vergil never knew why he kept replying to the other man's words. Michael just had a talent for getting under his skin, the dark haired man was always petty, atleast, that's what Vergil tells himself when he's picking up the fallen papers on the floor.

It wasn't entirely wrong, Michael would do anything to annoy and torment the white haired man. Not by sabotaging him or by harming him directly, but he'd tease him, annoy him, interrupt while he was reading or steal the final blow when they're hunting demons together. Vergil hated that the most, the smug and satisfied smile on his face afterwards, that cockiness in his voice when he spoke, how he's always there in Vergil's life, somewhere, somehow, like he couldn't get rid of him, like he couldn't stop getting irritated by him, he couldn't stop thinking about him.

"I'm back~" The door opened, interrupting Vergil's train of thoughts. When he looked up, Michael had returned, and in his hand was a cake. It wasn't big or grand, just simple white frosting with syrup and berries decorated on top.

Realizing what Michael was doing, the taller male sighed in disdain. "..This is what you went out for?" He stood up, watching Michael place the berried cake on the desk.

"Well since you don't remember when your birthday is, I've decided for you. Today's your birthday." He said, huffing in satisfaction.

"Don't I get to have a say in this?" Vergil crossed his arms, sitting down on the chair as he stared at the cake.

"The last time you decided on something big, you destroyed multiple cities. So no." Michael teased, sarcasm practically dripping from his voice.

The taller man rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help a slight tug at the corner of his lips, curling into what seems to be a smile. "..Always making a huge deal out of everything." He sighed, a wry smile on his face "...You know, birthday cakes usually have candles on them."

"..The girl forgot to put candles in?" Michael dug through the plastic bag, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair "..Shit."

He reached for his pockets, taking out several cigarettes from it's box and sticking them onto the cake. Vergil watched in amusement and confusion.

When Michael lit up the cigarettes they lit up dimly in the dark room.

"Make a wish." Michael smirked, proud of himself. Vergil only looked up at him with a raised eyebrow,shaking his head with a disappointed sigh.

He closed his eyes, thinking of a wish to play along. " I wish for you to shut up and leave me alone." Vergil couldn't help but grin as he said it. " And I wish you never throw a birthday party for me, ever."

"Hey!" Michael laughed and hit Vergil's arm playfully "Your wish won't come true if you say it outloud!"

"I know." The taller man smiled, which made Michael pause for a bit, staring at Vergil's expression to see if he was joking or not,thinking about the implications. Vergil took one of the lit cigarettes and took a drag, quickly turning to the side to cough as the frosting accidentally went down his throat. "..Atleast the cake tastes alright."

"Does it? I would've swiped some frosting if I wasn't trying to be nice." he reached out his hand to try the cake, but Vergil grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. Michael didn't have a chance to say anything before he felt his lips pressed against Vergil's.

The flavour of smoke and sweet frosting melted on his tongue, and he couldn't help but lean in to taste it more. He stumbled closer to Vergil, his hands sliding up the other man's shirt. Even as Michael closed his eyes, he could still feel the way Vergil's tongue pressed against his, their breaths heating up.

Eventually, Michael reluctantly pulled away,licking the saliva on his lips. Was it his or Vergil's? He couldn't care less. He looked down at Vergil, his pupils dilated.

"What the hell was that?!" He scowled, a clear blush on his face. Vergil turned his head away slightly, unable to hide the flush on his cheeks, either.

"You wanted a taste, I gave you that." He couldn't come up with a better excuse. He didn't know why he did it, it just happened and he didn't stop himself. Vergil thought he would feel shame, embarrassment, angry at himself for his temporary weakness. He shouldn't have given in to his desires. And yet, strangely, he felt satisfied instead.

Michael huffed as he stared back, his eyes observing Vergil's expression and body. "..We're exes you know. I thought you'd have moved on from mee after leaving me for two decades and having a son of your own."

"Well I didn't. Okay? I didn't move on and neither did you." Vergil blushed even more,crossing his arms as he tried to ignore the way Michael's hand held his waist. It had been too long since he felt his touch, it's like relapsing into an old addiction.

"Does that bother you?" Vergil looked back at his ex again.

Michael scoffed, baffled by the other man's audacity. He pulled the chair closer, pressing his knee between Vergil's thighs.

"What kind of stupid question is that? Ofcourse it does." He huffs, his hand beginning to roam Vergil's chest under his coat.

A shudder ran down Vergils spine, his hands come up to cling onto Michael's shirt. "Wh..What are you doing..?" He stuttered, feeling his body heat up quickly when he felt the dark haired man press between his legs. He let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared up at Michael. His pants felt tight and straining all of a sudden

"Showing you how much this bothers me.." Michael scowled slightly, huffing as he leaned in to kiss Vergil again.

No one finished eating the cake that night, but they had plently of frosting.

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(Alot of my friends are writing fics for their ships so i wanted to join. Heads up, any writing experience i learnt from 2016 2018 wattpad. pls bare w me)

"Rain soaked"

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"Why are you here?" Vergil's eyes narrowed, his pace quickening almost as if to get away from the man walking behind him. But Michael matched his steps, following behind.

"It's not like I want to be here." The shorter man crossed his arms, the smug and attitude in his voice all too familiar to Vergil. "Nero told me to come with you. Something about not letting you accidentally causing more destruction than needed, should you find a demon."

Vergil's grip on the yamato tightened, feeling uneasy at the mention of his son. "I am more than capable of handling this on my own." He dismissed, "You let that boy boss you around?"

"Not at all. I'm just being a good father and listening to what he asks. Unlike someone.." Michael grinned slightly before being stopped in his tracks, the blade of the yamato pressing against his throat.

"Enough." Vergil scowled at him,but the half-demon could not wipe that smug grin on the other man's face. It was a challenge for Vergil not to snap Michaels neck then and there. But somewhere in those cold, greyish eyes, he knew he didn't have the guts to.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on Michael's nose. Then two, then five, and soon, it was raining like soft petals on their skin. Vergil sighed, irritated as he sheathed his sword and continued walking to his destination.

"Just great.." He mumbled under his breath "Not that I can't fight in the rain, but it certainly is.. annoying."

He expected to hear a snarky reply from Michael, but he was met with silence. Then, a shade hovers over him,shielding him from the rain. The white haired man was stunned for a second,his eyes widening as he glances back at his companion.

"..You still use that old umbrella." It wasn't a question, but a statement, like he was trying to confirm what he's seeing.

Michael only shrugged, "It still works." He said, his voice flat and casual.

There was a long silence between them before Vergil continued walking, his pace slower, seemingly waiting for the other man to catch up with him.

"When was the last time we walked together like this?" Michael tucked his hair back, looking up at the cloudy skies.

"...20, maybe 23 years ago. Back in Fortuna. You hated when I'd get soaked fighting in the rain and always made a fuss over how muddy and soaked my coat got when I got back." Vergil's hand fidgeted with the button of his coat as he thought back to a warmer, more naive part of his life. "It felt like yesterday."

Another long silence stretched between them until Michael sighed softly. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he noticed a demon approaching them. It growled aggressively, drooling and snarling like a rapid animal.

A sharp sound cut through the air as Vergil unsheathed the yamato again.

"Will you still wash and dry my coat if I get it dirty this time?" The taller male stepped forward into the rain.

Michael paused for a moment before summoning his gun, a wry smile on his face when he listened to Vergil's teasing.

"I'm not your maid, bastard."

"But will you?"

"...Fine. I will."

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Guess who's forgotten to do the laundry...

(My contribution to this brilliant idea:)

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first time drawing vergil kinda nervous..

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i wanna work a guy open slowly w a bunch of lube but i have sensory issues and the oily feeling makes me wanna frow up. its so upsetting.

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the thing about fathers

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so i was gonna draw other things tonight but then this horrible ass was added to dbd so i didn't do that

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trying to get used to drawing on a tablet

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another firealpaca practice

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can u believe it? pride month rite around the corner!!