#DMC AU FanFiction

[2nd-drop-me-safely-in-this-hell]

ladytrish pre-dmc 1 meeting au?

"A Premature Meeting"

Characters

Lady (Devil May Cry)

Trish (Devil May Cry)

Relationships

Lady x Trish

Premise

A sinister plot unfolds to lure the son of Sparda to his doom... But you know that story. This time around, however, a key player visits an old ally of Dante's just before events go into motion.

Content Warnings:

Firearms (Magically Resisted)

Explosives

Dismemberment (Magically Healed)

Canon Divergence

Author's Note:

This is actually a really good idea, thank you anon. I may actually write a follow-up to this, no promises though.

Lady flopped onto her couch, clutching Kalina Ann in her arms. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her riding suit, but all discomfort and soreness was outweighed by sheer exhaustion.

Her respite was cut short by a loud crash from the far wall. At once, Lady jumped behind the couch and took cover, peeking over to see her own motorcycle lying in the middle of her apartment, leaving a trail of glass and other rubble in its wake.

"What the hell?!" Lady roared.

As if to answer her question, the culprit made herself known. Landing behind the motorcycle was a tall, blonde woman, dressed in black leather boots, with skin-tight pants and a corset to match. Her hair was done up in a pony tail, and her eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses.

The woman looked fit, but there was no human explanation for throwing a motor vehicle into a second story window, then leaping in after it. Lady slung Kalina Ann onto her back, and placed a hand on her pistol - the human-sized demons tended to be too fast for Kalina Ann.

The mysterious woman turned, and met Lady's eyes. "Hm... One red eye, one green... Scar across the bridge of her nose... You're the one, alright."

"Tell me why you're here. Now." Lady drew her pistol. "Or else."

The intruder smiled. "Well well... You are a ferocious one, aren't y-"

Lady fired her pistol, hitting her right between the eyes. Even as the bullet crumpled and bounced off, leaving only a bruise, Lady's target grunted. "...That was rude." She hissed through gritted teeth.

Lady scoffed. "I don't know what's considered polite in the Underworld, but up here? Throwing motorcycles into people's windows doesn't exactly say 'I come in peace'."

The stranger chuckled. "I'll remember that next time."

"I won't ask you again." Lady cocked her pistol.

The woman smiled "I just need to know where I can find your friend, Dante."

Dante? Lady thought to herself. This woman knows him... Could she be another family member? Her hair isn't white, but she has his tan, and maybe his nose too...

"Who's asking?" Lady barked.

The demon glared. "No one's 'asking'. You're going to tell me. What's up to you is how much I'm going to hurt you first."

"Wrong answer." Lady fired her pistol again.

This time, the stranger dodged, and in an instant, she tossed the couch aside. "Right back at you." She then seized Lady by the throat, and lifted her off of her feet. "Surely you know by now that your only choice is to cooperate?"

"Think again." Lady retorted. "Look down."

The demon looked down to find that her right foot was planted on top of some sort of metal disk. "What's this?" She inquired.

"That's a landmine. Calibrated to fuck up demons like you." Lady answered.

The demon grinned smugly. "You've never faced a demon like me. I like my chances."

"But do you like mine? If you step off now, we'll both be caught in the blast. And I can't tell you anything if I'm dead." It was Lady's turn to look smug.

The woman's eyebrows raised, and her head cocked to the side. "Well played." At once, she tossed Lady over her shoulder.

She landed right beside her motorcycle, her leathers thankfully shielding her from the broken glass. Lady quickly got to her feet, and pushed the motorcycle upright.

"Oh, no you d-" The demon was cut off by a loud gang, and covered by a puff of smoke.

If this were a regular job, Lady would have stopped to make sure the demon was finished. Instead she climbed onto her motorcycle, and rode out of what used to be her window, landing in the street below and tearing away.

Who the hell was that?! Lady thought to herself. I better get myself to Dante's office. To warn him, and to get some answers.

* * *

"Agh, fuck me..." Trish came to, and looked down at herself to assess the damage. Her right leg was reduced to crystalized ichor. Nothing that wouldn't regenerate, and not nearly as painful as anything Mundus would bestow if he had witnessed this failure, but it was still a surprise.

As the stump began to extend into a complete leg again, she laid back down, and laughed to herself. Looks like I underestimated you, hunter. I hope this isn't the last we see of each other.

[roseydanes]

Some more DmC Dante and the little doodle of 5 Dante that I turned into something digitally in another post.

Dang it, that third pic I accidentally made him look like Jason Todd. Or was it REALLY and accident?

Also, here is my second round of Art VS Artist.

[hopeworth]

the demon of new babylon

devil may cry | teen and up audiences | mission fic | 13.5k words | in-progress

Three years after the twins return from the underworld, Dante disappears on a job, and in that very same city a demonic invasion pops up overnight. The rest of the Devil May Cry crew gather to defeat this new devil and find Dante, but the city is more alive than expected and there is something strangely familiar about these enemies. // In which Lady gets herself an army, Trish keeps rolling nat 20 for vicious mockery, Vergil is not cooperating, and Dante is the damsel in distress. Oh, and Nero has to suffer this family. Again.

[skvaderarts]

I love my own OC too much.

I want an excuse to dispense useless facts about Sirrus SO BADLY. I just love him.

That's it. That's the post.

I'ma go drool and openly weep over my red haired sad boi now. I need to learn how to draw again so bad...

If anyone wants to talk about him lmk I just wanna blab because I OMG writing Petrichor Chapter 67 just put me THROUGH IT.

Thanks again @gaaebolg for this amazing piece of artwork you created for me! I know it's been forever, but I still love it 💗! Hope you're well!

Go check out their art! Go out in some commissions! THEY👏 ARE 👏 GOOD!

[m00nz-writes]

Sorry for no updates on AO3 for a few days or so. I got some serious writers block and started binging Supernatural again like a big dumb baby.

I'm halfway finished with the next chapter, so hopefully that should come out today since I go through editing pretty quickly; hence why a lot of the chapters tend to have so many writing errors.

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

Trish, Lucia, Lady, Kyrie, and Nico are having a get-together, and generally having a good time, when through the open window, an object is tossed into the room.

Nico picks it up, and finds it to be a Gold Orb with the text "For The Fairest" written on the side.

Now, vanity aside, Gold Orbs are a very rare and useful commodity for a devil hunter, and doubly so for the significant other of a devil hunter, so naturally everyone in the room wants the Orb.

So, they each make Nico an offer:

Trish offers knowledge of the Underworld - she'll answer any questions Nico has about the history, culture, and magic of demonkind.

Lucia offers to invite Nico for dinner at Matier's - her mother's a good cook, and if anyone thinks that's a lame offer, it's their loss.

Lady offers demon parts - for the next few months, every demon she kills will go straight to Nico's workshop to be dissected. Trish avoids eye contact.

Then Nico turns to Kyrie, and asks what her offer is. However, Kyrie doesn't make an offer - instead she simply walks up to Nico, and kisses her on the mouth, all while taking the Orb from her hands.

Nico does not object.

The others are stunned by Kyrie's boldness, but she just returns to her seat as though nothing out of the ordinary happened.

[purplephloxpress]

Another year, another Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!!!! If you are a writer of fanfic, please know just how appreciated you are!! Fandom would be such a different space without your creativity and labors of love. 💜

Holidays are all about making traditions, and the bookbinding friends with @renegadeguild once again came together to bind copies of fics for their authors as a show of our appreciation. This year I had the absolute joy of binding Emergency Help Wanted by the wonderful @piyo-13 and even got to collaborate with her on some of the design elements! It's a Modern AU Jiang Cheng/Lan Xichen fic that starts with a "help wanted" ad.

EMERGENCY HELP WANTED

I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a kid so I could leave early from work to pick him up from daycare, take him to doctor's appointments, and occasionally miss a day when he's sick. Long story short, I'm in too deep. I didn't think it through. Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy ages four to six, longish dark hair, likes soccer. Must also be artistic as the macaroni noodle paintings I made seem a little advanced for his age. Also, I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of husband when dropping him off. He's a prosecuting attorney who often brings his work home. Message me for further details. Serious inquiries only.

Ok. So. I may have gone a little feral with this one. Online "help wanted" ad spiraled into loading wheel scene dividers, spiraled into fake Google search result headers, spiraled into FULLY committing to those authentic looking text messages. In full color. (There are so many. I typeset in MS Word. It was SO worth it, but god what a struggle at some points.) And don't forget the "recent searches" title page! Or the computer cutout on the cover! (It's bluescreening, just like Lan Xichen through this entire fic!) Also that cover/title page image that I just kept adding details to. (It's supposed to be Lan Xichen's desk, so it simply didn't feel right until it had sticky notes on the computer, #1 dad on the mug, scissors and measuring tape, scribbles on the sticky notes) Did I have a ton of fun designing this one? Perhaps. Couldn't say. Maybe just a tad. (This is a lie I had an ABSOLUTE BLAST!)

Historically, I've waited until I finish at least the typeset before reaching out to the author, but not so with this one! I got the idea for the fake google search results from Piyo's authors notes, teasing the contents of the next chapter. But! Those didn't start until about chapter 4! So I reached out and asked if we could collaborate and I'm forever glad I did! Not only does this have teasers for each chapter, I also got to bounce design ideas off of her, including what shade of blue and purple for the text messages. Because my friends, that is a serious matter and changed SEVERAL times throughout the process.

Also shoutout to all my Renegade friends who gave input and encouragement over the past year while I worked on this (what endpages to use? how to make this shade of green perfectly Nie Huaisang? how do we feel about this text message design? or how about this one?) - I love you all dearly and appreciate you so much for putting up with my nonsense at all times.

Binding details below the cut!

Fandom: The Untamed/Mo Dao Zu Shi

Pairing: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin / Lan Huan | Lan Xichen

Bookcloth: Aqua/Purple Dubletta from Colophon Book Arts

Endpapers: Craft Consortium Ink Drops - Ocean pack

Textblock paper: short grain cream from Church Paper

Titling: We R Memory Keepers foil quill

Endbands: leather cording core, DMC embroidery floss for the bands

Body Font: EB Garamond

Title Font: Berlin Sans FB

Text Messages: Roboto

Additional fonts: Times New Roman, Kunstler Script, Magis Authentic

Title page image from Rawpixel and designed in Canva

Various computer graphics from The Noun Project

Tumblr insists on eating and doubling text in this section at its own whim, so if there's something missing that you're curious about, feel free to DM me an ask!

[animelovelover123]

Devil May Cry Master List

A list and links to all of my Devil May Cry fanfiction works, from 2014 to present. This includes stuff I posted on other sites, not just on Tumblr. I apparently had too many stories to fit on one post so I had to separate them. Here is the list to all lists -> Master of Master Lists

If any of the links are broken or you have suggestions to make the list easier to navigate, let me know.

Pink heart divider by @superawesomelurkaccount

The shity DMC divider was made by me in MS Paint. (Feel free to use it if you want, just give me credit for the mess I made please, thank you.)

Dante x Reader

Devil May Cry Boys Dealing With Your Violent, Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex Devil May Cry Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine Devil May Cry Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model Devil May Cry Characters During Threesomes Extra

Nero x Reader

Devil May Cry Boys Dealing With Your Violent, Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex Devil May Cry Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine Nero's Yandere Alphabet Devil May Cry Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model Devil May Cry Characters During Threesomes Extra

V x Reader

Devil May Cry Boys Dealing With Your Violent, Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex Devil May Cry Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine V's Yandere Alphabet Devil May Cry Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model Devil May Cry Characters During Threesomes Extra

Vergil x Reader

Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex Devil May Cry Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine Devil May Cry Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model Devil May Cry Characters During Threesomes Extra

Reboot Dante x Reader

Meet at the Beach Devil May Cry Boys Dealing With Your Violent, Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex Devil May Cry Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine Devil May Cry Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model Devil May Cry Characters During Threesomes Extra

Reboot Vergil x Reader

Meet at the Beach Devil May Cry Boys Dealing With Your Violent, Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex Devil May Cry Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine Devil May Cry Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model Reboot Vergil's Yandere Alphabet Devil May Cry Characters During Threesomes Extra

Sparda x Reader

I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Devil Trigger Sex Devil May Cry Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model Devil May Cry Characters During Threesomes Extra

Dante x Nero

Calm Down Shhh, I'm on the Phone What Now? The Little Things Drinks, Virginity, and Determination I Don't Want Them

Miscellaneous

For Once in My Life (Either Dante x (Anyone You Want)) Family Pet AU - Master List (Poly Relationship with DMC boys and Trish, Eva, Lady, Kyrie, and Nico.) Devil Trigger Sex (Includes above plus Credo and Nelo Angelo) Devil May Cry Characters During Threesomes Extra (includes above plus Credo, Nelo Angelo, Urizen, and Kat)

[ohmightydevviepuu]

fanbinding: a fate woven in thread and ink

the story: A Fate Woven in Thread and Ink by @shireness-says, written for the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer @cssns in 2021 and finished earlier this summer. AU inspired by The Night Circus.

the art: by @eirabach, a true gift and friend. two of her pieces are spotlighted on the covers and each chapter has an art piece designed for it specifically. covered in lustre 220gsm cardstock. tarot images composited by me from stock at iStock. the rings and charm are inspired by scenes from the story.

the book: sewn boards sewn with orange DMC floss in a french link. tissue endpapers crinkled to look like flames (oh, the pain i went through pasting these endpapers. do not ever ask me how many times i had to re-paste them). printed on the church paper bookbinder's special. printed and bound for Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day 2023 (lovingly)

[wikimb]

Introducing Jezebeth, who is character made by @beanswithbones​ for DMC:Forgotten Sins story (the DMC AU is made by @mariana-souza​) but I and Mari helped a little with her design (I helped with clothes, Mari with DT which isn’t posted yet).

If you remember the beginning of DMC:Forgotten Sins fanfiction (can be found here) it featured a character called Kain. His character is replaced by Jezebeth at this point. Michael belongs to the Cyan part of the story, which focuses on Vergil and Nero more. Jezebeth is more present in Magneta part of the story, whose focus is on Dante and Kyrie as mentor and appretince. 

[dollivication]

loser!user reminded me of a resident evil au I had im now converting it to DMC

Loser!Dante x fictional character! reader

Was originally for Wesker but I think it'd be silly with Dante. No matter what game/movie/show you're in Dante has all the merch of you, owns every copy of it he can (that's why his pockets r empty!) , probably reads fanfiction, annoys Vergil and Nero with his stupid crush also hi hi star anon you can examine my brain your so silly 🌀

HES SO DUMB I LOVE THIS… vergil is sick and tired of him.. like vergil hey look hey vergil hey—SHUUUUT UPOPPPP FUUUUCK!!!… dante will infodump on vergil abt u like jfc get a job 💔💔 he’s looks cool but he’s an absolute loser at heart… sicko probably even owns a body pillow

[tortoisesshells]

📓

This doesn't technically have ink on the page yet, but I'm strongly considering (after spitballing with @boltlightning) whether I can chop it down to size for the Fic WIP 5,000 word AU event, so:

There's a deleted sequence from PotC: At World's End, "Swann Song" (linked here for everyone who has not memorized it and accidently-on-purpose become completely incapable of remembering it's not technically canon) in which Davy Jones tells Governor Swann that Elizabeth is dead, Swann runs off to stab the heart to avenge her, James Norrington stops him, and Jones explains the whole terms of the curse on the Captain of the Flying Dutchman & his part in it (immortality! but the job sucks and your heart's in a box), Beckett appears and regains control of the situation - look, just watch it if for no other reason to appreciate the performance Bill Nighy is turning in while pretending to be a malevolent octopus, etc.

ANYWAY. The AU posits that Norrington, instead of maintaining the status quo (visibly resentfully), does the math himself and realizes that stabbing the heart himself (1) eliminates Jones as a threat, and (2) potentially gets him out from under Beckett's control, assuming he doesn't lose his own physical heart in the proceedings. I like this idea because it mirrors his fairly impulsive theft of the heart at the end of DMC, and also he's the most interesting when he's caught in between trying to be the platonic ideal of British Naval Officer and admitting he does have an atrophied moral compass somewhere in there.

anyway, again, since this is supposed to be a short AU, it's his weighing of whether he is supposed to do the job that Jones was supposed to do and nothing more, now that he's no longer human, or if - considering the thumb he put on the scale of events in the Caribbean while he was alive - if he ought to risk what happened to Jones happening to him in the service of assuaging his conscience by going after Beckett and the EITC, who couldn't have come to such great power so quickly without him. Which does he pick? GREAT question.

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 37: Gone

Chapter 37: Gone

Note: Happy first chapter of the year, everyone! Sorry for all the delays and thank you for bearing with me during my difficulties. I’m still recovering, so it’s just one chapter every Friday for the time being, but my fingers are feeling much better. Just a bit sore now. Anyway, enjoy the chapter! And thank you for all your well wishes. I haven’t responded to them just yet, but I do see them and they make me smile. I’m working on getting to them soon! Enjoy this slightly longer chapter to kick off the new year!

(-~-)

He had returned home on time, just like he’d promised. And what awaited him was hell itself.

A sinking, empty feeling overtook him as he stood in the doorway to what had once been their living room, his eyes lingering on the furniture that had been overturned and the broken items thrown about the place, subconsciously acknowledging them but not paying much attention to them. He was unable to process or feel anything about the destruction of the space he was so used to seeing in otherwise pristine condition, his mind lingering on the only thing of consequence at the moment.

Where was she?

He walked through the room, scanning his surroundings for any trace of her. And although he did this at a relatively standard speed, the racing of his heart that his face did not portray and the unmitigable dread that he felt overtaking him both slowed his perception of time and accelerated his fear until it became all-encompassing. Suffocating. Crushing.

He made his way into the kitchen where he saw it: blood. A trail of it on the floor as though something had been dragged from the carpet through the doorway and into the kitchen. It wasn’t enough to soak the carpet, but it was enough to warrant replacing it altogether in lieu of trying to clean it. Far too great of a quantity for his liking. He passed the threshold of the doorway and stepped into the kitchen where he found something that he did not entirely expect. A humanoid demon, laying face down on the floor dead with a long metal object stuck through its chest that now protruded through its back. He peeped back into the living room, his pulse racing faster now than ever. It appeared that his observation that one of the fire pokers was missing had not missed the mark.

She had not gone down without a fight. The important question now was… where had she disappeared to? The blood in the kitchen could largely be attributed to the dead demon, but he smelled more than one source, and to his utter dismay, a portion of that was hers. He just couldn’t be certain how large of a portion thanks to the sheer quantity involved and the overwhelmingly pungent aroma of decaying demon blood. It didn’t have the coppery scent of human blood. No, it reeked of decay. Rot. inhumanity. An indication if not a dead giveaway to its composition. A contrast to its normally inoffensive scent.

A glance out of the back door into the small backyard revealed nothing in much the same way as his trip of the stairs to check each of the bedrooms yielded much the same result. It seemed that aside from some blood smeared down the walls and floors and another dead demon nearest to the door to the master bedroom, there was simply no trace of her. A thorough inspection revealed that the only untouched room in the entire house was the nursery, something that he might have recognized as morbidly ironic, if not even darkly amusing if not for the circumstances and the personal stakes involved.

But after a thorough search of the premises revealed nothing, he found himself walking slowly and silently back down the stairs, paying no mind to the broken banister as he slumped down onto the stairs at the bottom, the entire weight of the world nearly crushing him as he found himself sitting there, his neck and chin cupped in his hands and he allowed Yamato to slide out of his grip and onto the steps beside him, the bottom of the sheath actually touching the floor. A rare occurrence that he registered but made no move to remedy. He couldn’t muster the mental energy to prioritize his beloved blade at the moment. Not while this was going on.

“Vivienne… Where are you?”

He knew not who he spoke to, he didn’t know how to answer that question, and he was certain that he wouldn’t like the answer, but his heart suddenly ached for the company of the young woman that he held so dear to his heart. He’d been stabbed before. He’d been brutally assaulted and nearly shredded to pieces. He’d lost those dear to him before. But as he sat there on the steps with the realization that she might be gone forever and that he could sense no traces of her anywhere in at all, even on the outer fringes of his senses no matter how far he expanded his range, he knew true emptiness. He knew loss. He knew agony.

He would search for them. He had to. It was all that he could do. But a part of them already knew that they were lost to him. He was simply going through the motions like he always did, unable to face the truth of the cards he’d been dealt. He always drew the worst hand. He should have known better than to get her involved. What horrors she must have endured during her last moments. What brutality she might still be enduring elsewhere. What if this had been the devil king’s work? Those demons were not your average run-of-the-mill henchmen. They were humanoid. Advanced. Had Mundus ordered that they take her to the underworld? Did he know about the little one? Had he… 

“No… anything but that… “ He thought to himself as his now empty mind spiraled. He could not think of a worse fate for her to endure. A worse end to her vibrant and beautiful life. Vergil could hardly fathom the depths of her suffering or the things that his hated enemy would do to the woman who dared bear his child. For the first time in recent memory, he felt visceral anger, hate, disgust, and misery mix into one potent cocktail of apathetic sickness. They were lost to him. It was a fact that he somehow knew deep in his soul.

How… how was he supposed to go on without them? He would think about this as he searched. And he would search everywhere. He had to. It was the very least that he owed her. Wherever that path lead him. Even if he had to open the gates of hell themselves, he would. And if he could not find them he would upturn the Earth itself in vengeance. How foolish these human emotions were to lead him down such a foolish path. To let him think that he could be happy. To convince him that he was strong enough to protect anything and that he was worthy of love. Where love had once been there was only emptiness. A void. And he did not know how to fill it. But he would spill the blood of those who had dared cross him. Who had dared hurt her. Who had thought foolishly that they could take from him the only ones he loved.

He would have his answers. He would know revenge. And as he stood up from his place on the stairs and grasped Yamato, throwing open the door to what had once been their home and slamming it behind him as he left it forever, he felt the setting sun sting in his waterlogged eyes. His was a divine hate for whatever force had taken her from him. He had nothing left. Nothing but his task. Nothing but his vengeance. And he would know satisfaction. She would know justice.

Vergil would become strong enough to make sure that this would never happen again. He would never dare love again. And he would never again be made a victim of his human heart. He would become strong enough to protect himself. To defeat anything. He would internalize his hatred and allow it to become the barrier that blocked out all else. To become the icy barrier that held back the storm. He had a single-minded focus now, and if he could not find them, then hell protect those who had stolen from him the only thing he had left to fight for. The only thing he’d ever wanted to protect. The only one he’d ever loved in that way.

He felt an icy tingle flow through his body as he triggered and, in a flash, disappeared through a portal cut through the fabric for reality itself with his blade, the ruins of what had once been behind him. Whatever the outcome, this would be the end of his weakness. The end of his humanity. The end of hope. The end of love.

(-~-)

Dante looked at his twin brother as he simply sat there on the other side of the table, his mind a thousand miles away. So much more made sense about him now than never had. He… he felt like he’d come to understand Vergil more during the conversation they’d shared that day than he ever had up until then, at least all at once. 

Over the years and through a lot of introspection as he’d grown out of his teen years he’d been able to sympathize more with his older twin than he’d had the capacity for when he’d been younger, but it was these moments when Vergil opened up to him… when they allowed themselves even the slightest vulnerability with one another that he felt them truly connect. And even if it felt like a knife slowly being plunged into their hearts the majority of the time, he wouldn’t back down from the challenge or wish for an easier way out. It wasn’t like the silence between them and their previous feelings towards one another for the majority of their lives had been painless, anyway. At least this way they were making progress. Or, at least Dante thought so. He liked to imagine they were, at least.

“So you came back and she was just… gone?” There was an emotion in Dante’s tone that was hard to distinguish, but he seemed to truly be trying to put himself in his older twin’s shoes in an attempt to comprehend the sorrow that his brother had felt that day. The very thought of imagining what he’d lost and how sudden it had been. And the not knowing. Not knowing what had happened to her. And V… thinking that he’d forever lost the opportunity to know his child… And they’d been so close. So very close to the actualization of everything they wanted. No wonder he’d been so unreachable during their clash atop the tower. Not that he’d exactly tried to talk things out and really reach him until the very end, anyway. One of his own life’s biggest regrets. They’d both had something profound to keep them awake at night.

“Yes. And the quantity of blood did not leave me with an abundance of confidence. Nor did the broken furniture. Or the claw marks.” He spoke quietly as though raising his voice would invoke some otherworldly force. “... It was clear that there had been more demons there at one point than what I found. I can only imagine with the gift of hindsight that they must have pursued her. I still do not know how she managed to escape her fate but… I am grateful that she did.”

Dante didn’t doubt that for a second. He had to admit that he himself shared that sentiment. Not just for his brother’s sake, but for hers and for V. He would have never been granted the chance to meet him and to know him as he did now if she’d died that day. And would his brother even be here now to have this conversation with, if not for the actions that V had taken decades later? Would he have ever known Trish and Lady? How much would be different if they had ventured down different paths and never known it? The possibilities were staggering and admittedly somewhat existentially horrifying.

“Any idea who they were or how they got in? I mean, besides obviously being demons”

“That much was clear from the offset, yes. I could tell just from the smell of the blood alone. Some of it was her’s, but I couldn’t determine what percentage due to the sheer volume. I can only assume they were tracking me on behalf of Mundus and happened upon her since she was more or less the nexus of all of my activity at the time.” A look of displeasure crossed the Darkslayer’s face. He was no doubt considering the folly of his past again. Perhaps thinking about what he could have done differently to change that outcome. Dante wondered to himself if that was a fatal flaw that his brother possessed that he would ever outgrow: his inability to not blame himself for every negative outcome and to see that there were simply some things that he could not fix. That he could not account for. That were uncontrollable. He didn’t expect him to enjoy that fact, but he wondered if he would ever come to accept that. 

Something told him that he wouldn’t.

“You figured that they took her. I gathered that much.” Dante added to his brother’s conclusion. Everything else he’d said made perfect sense. It seemed that they were on the same page for once, in this regard. They had probably been looking for Vergil and she’s simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor Vivienne…

Vergil fell silent for a long while, closing his eyes as he exhaled a long breath. He almost seemed to tremble as he did so, Dante understanding that hearing those words spoken out loud still brought with them immense sorrow. And the way that Vergil swallowed and opened his mouth to speak only to close it again before shifting uncomfortably in his seat spoke volumes. “I did not wish to come to that conclusion, but after searching for the better part of a week with no trace of her for hundreds of miles around, that was the only answer. But it seems I was incorrect.”

“What… what did you do after that?” Dante asked carefully, fully aware of the fact that he was treading on cracked ice. Probing for details when it came to something like this was a good way to get Vergil to stop talking altogether. He only hoped that he wasn’t pushing him too far.

“Come again?” The Darkslayer asked, his mind elsewhere for a moment. He’d heard what Dante had just said, but he hadn’t really comprehended it.

“When you stopped looking. I’m sure that was a hard decision to make but… What did you do after that?” Dante wasn’t sure if he’d struck, a nerve or his brother had simply checked out during their conversation, but understandable his mind seemed to be elsewhere. He hoped that he wasn’t lingering on his past. There didn’t seem to be any peace there. Only pain.

“I needed to distract myself from my grief. It… consumed me. Utterly and completely. My decision to stop looking for them was perhaps the hardest thing ever done. No amount of time felt like enough, and nothing short of that felt like too little. It would never have been sufficient. I was fighting a losing battle in every aspect possible and I was utterly and completely lost.” Vergil admitted, looking down as a heavy sadness washed over him. He was lingering in it; living in it again fully for the first time in a very long while. And it was just as utterly saturating as it had always been. And for so long he’d felt that he deserved to feel this forever. His personal penance for his failure. He did not deserve happiness, so it was unavailable to him. He did not deserve love so it was forever lost to him. “So I left and followed the lead that had cost me so dearly. That I had pursued despite everything telling me it was foolish. It was the only thing that I could do. And that led me to Fortuna. And eventually to our first encounter sometime after that.”

“Guess that explains… well, a lot, actually. Now the cold silence makes more sense. You weren’t in a talking mood, and now I know why.” Dante said with a nod, more to himself than to his older twin. Neither of them had been, but for entirely different reasons. So many of his brother’s words made so much more sense to him now. He’d been grieving everyone he’d ever loved, and the only person who had survived, the only person he’d had left, had been his younger twin. The younger twin who had told him to his face that he didn’t like him. He… he wished he could take that back. He was willing to bet that he’d already assumed that, but hearing it had probably forced him to internalize it. And why had he said it in the first place? Just to hurt him? Had they both just been that petty back then?

He… He loved Vergil. They were brothers. He might not speak the words, but it was true.

“Among other reasons, yes. You have arrived at the general vicinity of the answer to your lingering question.” Vergil said almost too offhandedly. Perhaps this was a road he didn’t want to go down, either. And then something occurred to Dante that hadn’t previously.

“You said you went to Fortuna. That end how I think it does?” Dante asked, genuinely curious. To say that he knew nothing of what had happened in that place would be a vast understatement. He genuinely wondered what all had occurred there. After all, Nero was proof enough that something of note had transpired there. “Anything noteworthy happen while you were there?”

“If you’re insinuating anything with regards to Nero’s conception, then yes. I assume.”

“That another bad story?” Dante said before registering the last two words that his brother had said. And then he remembered his offhand joke about Vergil’s awful memory atop the Qliphoth. Had he actually been onto something? “Wait, you assume? You… you really don’t remember. I thought that you were being sarcastic.”

“Surprisingly, no. That isn’t a negative experience. Although I must admit that it started as one. I was looking for a distraction. It… It was his predicted due date and I desperately wanted to not think about that.” Vergil looked up at the clock on the wall of the diner and Dante’s eyes followed his gaze to it. They’d been here for about two hours now. This had to be the longest single sitting of conversation between them in perhaps their entire lives. It was a good thing that they’d started the day out so early. But he didn’t regret that. “And as for remembering… much of what I do and do not have the capacity to recall is dictated by my time as that… thing. Everything is hazy and fragmented. I recall pieces of many things, but not their order. Mundus made sure of that.”

“I see.” Dante lingered on the clock for a moment, his eyes drifting back to Vergil after he realized how late it was getting. They weren’t exactly in a hurry, but he wondered if his older brother had noticed that. He’d looked at the clock a few minutes ago, after all. “Getting late, hu? Don’t have time for that one?”

Vergil looked over at him, an almost amused smirk threatening to make itself known as his eyebrow crooked slightly in spite of it all. “I distinctly remember you indicating back in Redgrave City that you were uninterested in that story. But I suppose we do have time. If you’ve since reconsidered.”

Dante chuckled to himself as he shook his head. He had said that, hadn’t he? Vergil had him dead to rights in that regard. “Eh, I was just being difficult. Lay it on me.”

“Very well. It was a short affair, but I can only imagine that the details will prove to be… entertaining to you, at the very least.” Vergil leaned back in his seat and gave Dante a serious look. It was clear that whatever he was about to say was no laughing matter. “But.. you will not speak of this to Nero. To anyone or either of them. Not until I have. I owe them that much.”

Dante nodded. His older twin hadn’t needed to tell him that in the first place. He didn’t think that it was right to do something like that, and he was quite certain that Vergil probably knew that, but he clearly still felt the need to say as much. It was simply that important to him. “Deal. Not that I needed telling in the first place, but fine. So what’s the story.”

Vergil chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Now that they were on the same page… “It’s pathetic. Given the circumstances, I fully understand why I let it slip from my memory. But I shall tell you what I remember.”

(-~-)

Well, this conversation was one heck of a roller coaster! I hope you liked it! I’m typing this as the guy from the internet company is pulling into the parking lot to see whats going on with my wifi. Fingers crossed it’s not the wiring! See you in the comments and next week on Friday! I hope you liked it! Bye bye!

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I am doing better now, my grandmother is in a better care facility for the time being until we know if she can come home or not. As for now, I'm hoping to release the first three chapters of the third act of Blackened Angel. I'm also working on a shorter(?) project for Alyssa not related to MBaV, but instead Scream. This project is simply for fun and I don't expect anybody to take it too seriously since... it's Scream. Nothing about it (but Sid's trauma) is serious.

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Devil May Cry: Surrounded By Fate Part 1

Part 1 of a 2 part AU in which Vergil finds and raises baby Nero (find part 2 here)! I finished my replay of DMC 5 and have so many feels about this family so I’m just going to keep throwing AUs about them at the internet to cope

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Escaping the demonic world was a massive undertaking, and Vergil was surprised he succeeded at all.

But it left him weak. Too weak to risk a fight. He couldn’t let anyone - especially Dante - find out he’d escaped until he’d recovered. He was not a fool; he knew that could take months, likely even years. 

He had only been trying to seek refuge in Fortuna. He had not expected to discover the child.

His child.

The boy was an orphan, being raised by the Order. It wasn’t just the boy’s appearance that gave it away, nor was it the frantic math Vergil did in his head when he realized the boy’s age.

It was the pull. Like something was tying them together- like the blood of Sparda himself called to its kin.

Vergil made inquiries. The child had been left in Fortuna as a baby. The timeline matched Vergil’s mental math. 

He did not know what drove him to do it, but he claimed the child.

Foolish. It was damned foolish of him. He was too weak to reliably protect himself, much less a child. And for as old as he felt, he was young. He’d lost track of time, but once he discovered the date, he realized he’d turned twenty in the time it took him to escape. 

He decided to stay in Fortuna. The Knights protected the city from demon attacks, and the place was isolated. It was a good spot for him to rest with little chance of detection. There was no reason for Dante to come sniffing around here, which is what cemented Vergil’s decision to stay.

He investigated Fortuna thoroughly before deciding to hide in plain sight. In his weakened state, the citizens took pity on him. He despised pity, but it meant they were not suspicious of him. They thought he was just a sickly young man putting his faith in Sparda like the rest of them.

The child was a problem.

“Nero” was the boy’s name. When Vergil was too weak to get out of bed, he’d use the time to research childcare. He suspected Nero had not received proper handling as an orphan. He regularly cried when he was left in a dark room to sleep, long, piercing wails. Vergil used his good days to set up a nursery and experiment with night lights until he found one that seemed to keep the child from panic at night.

He also seemed to be touch-starved.

Vergil always held the baby awkwardly in his arms. He didn’t quite know what to do with such a small, fragile being. He’d built himself for destruction, not affection.

But Nero would always grab tiny fistfuls of Vergil’s shirt and snuggle against him. Nero slept best when he was cradled against Vergil’s chest. Most days Vergil was too tired to fight it.

And, admittedly, having the problem of the child around meant Vergil had something to focus his nightmare-addled mind on. He spent much time researching how to raise a child, used his good days to slowly but surely fix up a proper nursery for the boy, and found much of his time eaten up by looking after the child.

He read to Nero regularly. Vergil enjoyed poetry, so when he read it for himself, he decided to just read it aloud for Nero, too. Nero was too young to understand the words, but he always looked fascinated by the rhythmic sound of his father’s voice. He’d promptly stick his thumb in his mouth and gaze wide-eyed and soothed at Vergil as he read.

When Nero learned how to walk, Vergil found himself with a whole new set of problems.

He’d never expected just how much mischief a toddler could get into. Nero was a grabby child, quick to get his hands on anything left unattended. This once included a sword Vergil had stolen from the Order for protection. 

Vergil found the boy playing with the sword, too weak to lift it but seeming to entertain himself by tilting it back and forth. His chubby little legs had been dangerously close to the blade of the sword.

Vergil found that he still could move at dizzying speed.

He’d found himself with a whining toddler in one arm and a sword in the other. The next day, he’d promptly gotten a lock for his closet and stashed the sword in there. 

He felt his strength coming back to him, but it was frustrating to have been knocked down so much from his previous power. Some days he woke and found he could not move much without becoming overwhelmingly fatigued. It was on one such day that he discovered he did, in fact, love his son.

Vergil had been sitting on the couch reading when he fell asleep, exhausted after embarrassingly little housework. When he woke up, it was dark in the house, and he’d realized he’d fallen asleep for several hours and left the toddler unattended.

He’d sat up so fast it made him dizzy. A blanket he was positive he’d not had when he fell asleep slipped off his lap. 

But there was little Nero, indulging himself with a juicebox. He’d managed to poke the straw through the back on his first attempt and spilled a significant amount on the floor. Vergil found he was grateful that a juice stain seemed to be the only damage Nero had managed after several hours with no adult supervision.

Nero noticed him awake and picked his head up. “Da sleepy?”

“Yes,” Vergil said, rubbing his eyes and settling back against the couch. “What did you do while I was sleeping?”

“Play,” Nero said. He held a finger to his lips and made a shushing sound. “Play shhh! Da sleepin’.”

Indeed, Nero had a few stuffed animals before him instead of his usual blocks and hard toys. Vergil was surprised he’d been considerate enough to play quietly when Vergil was sleeping.

Nero sipped on his juice box. Vergil felt overwhelmed at the realization he hadn’t fed the boy since early this morning. The kid must be starving, but Vergil didn’t know if he had the strength to get to the kitchen and make something for him. 

“Is there…” Vergil struggled to recall what groceries he’d gotten the other day. “Bread?”

Nero nodded, his hair flopping onto his forehead as he did so. It was getting too long. Vergil needed to cut it soon, which added to the overwhelming feeling. Such simple tasks; it infuriated him that he faltered at the idea of trying to perform them.

“Eat that,” Vergil said. It was not very responsible parenting, but the child wouldn’t wither away from starvation if he went one day without a proper lunch or dinner. 

“Toast?” Nero said.

“No,” Vergil said firmly. “Don’t touch the toaster. Just bread, Nero.”

Nero pulled the juice box away so he could put a finger to his lip, like he always did when he had a question. Vergil felt it was becoming a common sight. The boy seemed to question everything.

“Da hungry?” he asked.

“No,” Vergil said. 

“I make Da toast?” Nero said.

“No,” Vergil repeated. “Do not touch the toaster.”

Nero got up, wobbling a little as he tried to get his balance. Vergil wondered if he had been so uncoordinated as a child. 

Nero waddled over to the couch, pulling himself up onto it and managing to spill a little more juice in the process. Vergil was too tired to care.

Nero had tucked his favorite stuffed dog under his arm. He set it carefully on the couch before pulling himself onto Vergil’s lap and reaching up with his free hand, pressing it to Vergil’s forehead and furrowing his brow in concentration.

Vergil was surprised. He’d done the same to Nero last month when the boy developed a bad cough and fatigue. He’d told Nero he’d been checking for a fever. He found it hard to believe a child with the attention span of a goldfish had actually remembered the motion.

“Da…sick?” Nero said hesitantly.

“Something like that, yes,” Vergil said, pulling Nero’s hand away. “I am fine, Nero. Go eat.”

Nero grabbed his stuffed dog and tucked it carefully against Vergil’s side. He messily pulled the blanket back over Vergil.

“Better?” he asked.

Vergil didn’t know why he had to clear his throat before he spoke. “Thank you. Go eat.”

Nero shifted and Vergil took the dog, holding it out. Nero stared at it longingly. He couldn’t sleep without the damn thing.

“Nero, take it. It’s your toy,” Vergil said.

Nero shook his head stubbornly, despite that longing look. “Nu-uh. He make Da feel better.” Nero pushed the dog back at Vergil. “Keep him! Feel better!”

Vergil tightened his hold on the toy. “You don’t have to let me keep him. Not if you want him.”

“Sick,” Nero said, pointing a stern finger at Vergil. “He help!”

Vergil could not identify what he was feeling. Instead, he focused on Nero’s lackluster, broken vocabulary and decided it was something they needed to work on. He was capable of better speech; the boy was a damn parrot, quick to repeat anything he heard but seemingly refusing to hold a real conversation when he could clip his sentences.

“Go eat,” Vergil said again. He felt strange the longer Nero stayed here. 

“M’kay.” Nero looked down at his juice box, frowning sadly. He held it out to Vergil. “Da drink? Feel better?”

Why…? Nero loved his stuffed dog and his juice boxes. Why would a child with little sense of sharing give them to Vergil? Vergil could only stare at him.

Nero pushed the juice box into Vergil’s hand. He hopped off the couch and waddled to the kitchen. Vergil listened to the sounds of a toddler making a mess in his attempt to get a few slices of bread.

He was even more surprised when Nero returned with a slice clutched in each little hand. He stared up at the couch, then to his full hands. He looked at Vergil expectantly.

Vergil lifted him onto the couch. Nero settled himself in Vergil’s lap and held the bread out.

“Here,” he said.

“I’m not hungry,” Vergil said. “I told you I wasn’t.”

Nero kept holding the bread out. Vergil took it from him and set it on the coffee table. 

“I’ll eat it later,” he said, to please the boy. It seemed to work.

Nero ate his bread. He yawned and stretched, getting onto his knees and crawling up to Vergil’s chest.

He paused, then stood up and pressed a kiss to Vergil’s head before curling back into his chest. He rested his head over Vergil’s heart, seeming soothed by the sound of its steady beating.

“Night, Da. I love you,” he said sleepily before drifting off.

Vergil had no words. He put his arm around Nero securely. He was amazed to discover he returned the sentiment.

He loved Nero. He loved his son.

***

As Nero grew older, Vergil trained him. While Vergil was too weak to keep at it some days, he always made Nero practice. Nero found it fun, if not frustrating at times.

Vergil sent him off to school with other kids, realizing that Nero had been largely isolated with Vergil most of his short life. It was unsurprising to discover that Nero did not know how to interact with others very well, and quickly became an outcast.

He did make a friend though, a little girl named Kyrie. Her parents, once they realized Nero was the son of the sickly young man that kept to himself in town, looked after Nero on Vergil’s bad days. They had a son as well, a boy named Credo. Nero became incredibly close with the family. 

Vergil would never admit it out loud, but he was relieved at the help with Nero. While his strength was steadily coming back to him, he still had days where the exhaustion left him bedridden and unable to look after his son. Any day Nero showed up alone to school, Kyrie insisted on Nero coming home with her after, as she’d learned that Vergil only failed to walk Nero to school if he was too sick to do it. 

Being around others heightened Nero’s curiosity. He even began to ask about family.

“It’s just us, Nero,” Vergil told him. “Just you and me.”

It hadn’t been the answer Nero wanted to hear, but he hugged Vergil anyway. Vergil was constantly amazed by how much love the little boy had for him.

Vergil had his own lessons for Nero at home, feeling an education from Fortuna was not exactly the best his son could receive. While Vergil had limited formal education himself, he was self-taught and transferred that knowledge on to his son. They trained and had home lessons and just…lived.

They lived. Vergil had never imagined himself with any kind of domestic life.

But his goal for power shifted. He’d longed to be protected and learned to protect himself when no one came to aid him as a child. Now he had a child, and his need for power shifted to merge his goal with his experience of fatherhood; he wanted to be strong enough to protect Nero from anything.

He loved his boy. For as frustrated and overwhelmed as fatherhood left him, Vergil loved his boy.

He was unsurprised when the Order sought to make Nero one of their Knights. Vergil consented to the training because Nero wanted to do it. He still continued his own training with the child.

It was when Nero was eight, the same age Vergil had been when everything in his life fell apart, that they found themselves training in the forest.

Vergil struck his sword against Nero’s with too much force, still occasionally forgetting that Nero was more human than demon. Nero went flying back from the force of the blow, his sword spinning out of his hands and sticking in the ground.

“Dad,” Nero huffed, looking at his raw hands. 

Vergil grabbed the sword out of the ground and instead leaned it against a tree. “You should’ve said something.”

“I trained with the Order today,” Nero said, sitting on the ground and collapsing on his back, arms sprawled. “My hands hurt. Can we take a minute?”

“You’ve done enough training for today,” Vergil said, sitting next to Nero and examining his hands. He put pressure on Nero’s palm, and Nero yelped.

“Ow! That fuckin’ hurts!” Nero whined, jerking his hand away.

“Language,” Vergil snarled.

“Oh. Oops,” Nero said. “I forgot again.”

Still ever the obnoxious parrot, Nero seemed to have adapted to pick up and repeat any bad language he heard. It was becoming quite common now that he was training with adults in the Order. Vergil despised the foul, inelegant language. 

Nero shifted so that he could drop his head in Vergil’s lap. Vergil brushed Nero’s hair off his forehead.

“Dad?” Nero said.

“Hm?” Vergil said, back to examining Nero’s injured hands. 

“What was your mom like?” he asked.

The question caught Vergil off-guard. “She-”

She left me. She left me to fend for myself when I was just your age, because she loved my brother more than me. I was so scared and I cried out for her, and she never came for me.

Nero sat up, looking worried. “I’m sorry, dad. Forget I asked.”

Vergil couldn’t imagine what expression was on his face for Nero to react like that. Vergil only put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

Vergil drew Nero into his side, putting his arm around his boy. The idea of Nero scared and crying out for him tore at Vergil’s heart. 

Nero rested his head on Vergil’s shoulder and put his arms around him. “I love you dad.”

Vergil rested his cheek against Nero’s hair and closed his eyes. His parents were gone. His brother was gone, in any way it mattered anymore. 

But he was not alone anymore. He had a purpose again, a true reason to get strong. He had something to fight for, and fighting was all he’d ever been good at. He was no longer fighting his way through this world unloved and unwanted.

“I love you too, Nero,” Vergil said.

Vergil was not a perfect man, and certainly not a perfect father. He’d gotten more wrong than right when it came to raising Nero. 

But he would not make his boy live the same childhood Vergil had. Vergil would always come to Nero’s aid when he was scared and crying out for help. He would do whatever it took to protect Nero and their quiet life in Fortuna. 

And for years, he kept that silent promise.

And then Dante unraveled Vergil’s world once more.