#Vergil DMC5

[icycoldninja]

Dating Vergil headcannons

-Vergil is undoubtedly a loving sweetheart. Yes, he has a grumpy side, but he truly loves you and cares for you however he can.

-Always protects you, be it from devils and grotesque monsters or a dog that happened to growl at you a little too much.

-Kinda gets overprotective like a dad over you whenever you get sick or injured, no matter how small the wound/illness is. He will immediately go into full parenting mode and wrap you up in a cocoon of blankets while worriedly feeding you soup and forcing bitter tasting medicine down your throat, or force you into a chair so he can dress and disinfect the wound as needed.

-Very jealous around Dante. Even though he knows that his brother would never attempt to steal you away from him, he can't shake that feeling; that nagging worry that perhaps you would fall for Dante's charms and leave him all alone.

-Of course, you'd never ever leave him, but Vergil's not the best at reading people, so he often needs to be told that.

-Shower this man in all the love and affection he deserves--you're the only one he'll ever allow to anyway.

-Calls you cute nicknames (but only in private) such as Babe, Dove, Sunlight, Sweetness, Queen, and My Motivation.

-Not good at expressing his affection through speech (bro I feel u) but excels at writing love letters to you, which he will never give to you in person--he'll just leave them lying around and hope you notice them.

-In order to escape teasing from Dante, he refuses to participate in any kind of PDA, no matter how small. He will, at the very most, hold your hand, but only when Dante is not around and if you ask nicely.

-Behind closed doors, however, things are entirely different. You will have yourself a living koala. He will latch onto you and never let go, using his huge frame to keep you pinned to whatever you happen to be lounging on, be it his plastic chair or your living room couch.

-Can't cook. It's a Sparda family curse. You are now tasked with the sacred duty that is producing a meal for this poor dude.

-Once a year, he undergoes his demon mating period--during this time, he gets really grumpy and cuts off all contact with everyone for like a month, the only exception is you.

-That's cause he needs you for something, if ya catch my drift. ;)

-Literally cold as ice, all the time. No matter how much you hold and snuggle him; no matter how many layers of clothes he wears, he's always cold.

-He doesn't feel it though, only you do, and because of that, he wonders why you always want to wrap him up in blankets and cuddle him.

-Complete and utter NERD for books, movies, TV shows, anime and so on. Knows enough about these topics to write an entire wiki but unfortunately must suppress this knowledge to save himself from the agony that is Dante's taunts.

-If you happen to share the same interests as him, then good for you! You two can spend all day holed up at home, geeking out about literally everything like the soul mates you are. 💓

[chatdy]

Burger King Vergil... doodle before work

[jellys-compendium]

I Want to Hold Your Hand

A Vergil x GN!Reader Drabble

Rating: General

Pairing: Vergil x GN!Reader Summary: In which a touch starved Vergil struggles internally with the urge of wanting to holding your hand. Word Count: ~1K Cw: adorable mutual pining, reader is mute, Vergil is so in love but he's too dense to realize it, pure fluff, and ooc Vergil I guess for those who don't like to see when he's written soft and vulnerable A/n: I love writing me some fluffy Vergil. Hope you all enjoy!

‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower’

He pauses his reading. The half demon’s gaze rises from the page and latches onto the intricate symbols you expertly form in the air only a few meters away.

You are speaking with Nicoletta, bantering back and forth like friends do. Vergil’s not up to date on the conversation, but that doesn’t minimize his interest in your words in the slightest.

Vergil’s pale blue eyes secretly trace the delicate outline of your fingers as they move. They’re so fragile compared to his own, but looks are often deceiving. The half demon is well aware of the power those hands hold, and every time he watches you ‘speak’ he finds himself mesmerized, eager to learn the words they form.

Studying you closely, Vergil recognizes some of the signs and mentally matches them to the meanings drawn on the pages of the ‘Sign Language’ book he has secretly stashed in his nightstand.

‘demon…sword…what?’

Those are the only three words he can decipher. He glances at your face, searching for more clues. Your brows are furrowed and eyes questioning as you regard Nicoletta. The craftswoman smiles a toothy grin.

“Don’t you go on giving me grief now, it’s a brilliant idea and you know it!”

You huff, hands resting on your hips as Nicoletta dives headfirst into her explanation. Vergil’s gaze returns to his book before either of you catch him eavesdropping.

‘Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 

And Eternity in an hour’

Your phantom warmth still tingles in his left hand. Vergil frowns, subtly flexing the fingers resting on his thigh. He tries to focus on the next verse, but the words may as well be illegibly splattered on the page.

He can’t stop thinking about it.

‘Infinity in the palm of your hand’

Your hand…

He desperately wants to hold your hand again.

Vergil’s brows furrow as frustration builds and burns, piping hot on his tongue. He’s been trying to focus on just about anything other than you since this morning. Unfortunately, given the proximity you all suffered sheltering under the roof of Devil May Cry, this proved to be an impossible feat.

Despite his best efforts, every other second Vergil’s thoughts swim and tread through the waters of distraction as he replays that moment from this morning over and over again.

He had just returned from a mission when he ran into you and Kyrie a few blocks away from the Devil May Cry shop. Vergil acknowledged you both with a silent nod and was about to pass you by without so much as a single word, when you’d stopped him in his tracks.

“Where did you go?” Kyrie translated your signs. 

Mildly irritated at having to rely on his son’s fiance to understand your words, Vergil responded.

“It’s none of your concern.”

He hadn’t meant for his words to sound cold, but certain habits had proved difficult for Vergil to break. Like usual however, you were completely unperturbed by Vergil’s prickly demeanor. Instead of sneering or shying away, you smiled and reached into your pocket for the notepad and pen that you usually carried on your person. 

Vergil watched, silent and intrigued as you scribbled away for a few moments. Then, you ripped off the piece of paper, folded it, and closed the distance between the two of you.

The shock that had coursed through Vergil’s system when your right hand slipped into his nearly left him breathless. It was a touch that was so gentle and so warm, that it almost felt painful.

When was the last time he had been touched like this, so gently and without violence? Then again, when was the last time he’d even permitted such a thing?

A flash of a childhood memory long thought forgotten flashed through Vergil’s mind, and it was then that he realized with astounding clarity that it had been tragically, far, far too long.

You’d left him there in stunned silence, the heat left by your fingers like thorns in his hands. Piercing.

It took a moment for the half demon to collect himself. Once he managed to clear his mind, Vergil opened the private note you’d left in his palm. 

It read,

I’m glad you’re back.

“ ‘It won’t work’ ” my ass! You’ll see, I’ll cook something up that will make Red Queen look like a toothpick.” Nicoletta boasts, pulling Vergil from his memory. 

Impulsively, Vergil’s eyes trail along the folded piece of paper sitting between the pages of his book—his secret little memento–before glancing up at the two of you.

‘Bullshit.’

Vergil recognizes the sign immediately. It’s one you are quite fond of it seems.

Nicoletta rolls her eyes playfully at your response, the grin on her face a clear indicator that she is quite fond of your quips.

“Says you!” Nicoletta flicks some of the ash from her lit cigarette onto your boot. The silent sigh you exhale is visible to Vergil even from a distance. He watches as you shake your head before brushing the ash off your boot.

“Let’s see you call ‘bullshit’ after you see my next work of art. You’ll be eatin’ your words!”

Your hands rise into the air and Vergil feels another pang of perplexing longing wash over him. He’s itching to experience that softness on his skin again. 

What would it feel like to have your fingers entwined with his? Would he hate or love the sensation of leading you by the hand to a quiet place just for the two of you? How would it feel to have you lead him?

But before he can truly digest these new thoughts and feelings, the couch cushions abruptly sink beside him. Vergil turns his attention to his left and Dante’s shit eating grin is the unfortunate sight that greets him.

“Think a book will hide you?” Dante teases. “You couldn’t be more obvious, dear brother.”

dividers by @/saradika

The poem quoted in this fic is Auguries of Innocence by William Blake

[drusoona]

I felt the need for a father and son hug 🥹 EMV-Engine (REFramework-Scripts)

[vestergil]

:3 i love these dudes so much okay

[silentffantasy]

save me vergil...... vergil save me...

[kadilnu]

@theydy-cringeworthy I have completed 2

(this is my favorite)

[robcon-job]

how I'm tryna fold Vergil

[fawningbruises]

I will ask you for mercy I will come to you blind What you'll see is the worst me Not the last of my kind

[emoskeletonluvr]

all he wants is a “good job” from vergil

[icycoldninja]

Dante, Vergil with a reader who is absolutely insane about them..? :3 only if you're taking requests/willing to write it!!! <3

Oh, absolutely! I believe by "insane" you meant crazy in love, and not a yandere, right? If I misinterpreted that, let me know and I'll do another. If not, enjoy!

Dante + Vergil x Smitten!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is as in love with you as you are with him.

-Takes you on dates all over the place, like the park, a pizza parlor, an arcade, a flowery meadow, his mom's grave, the store, your house, Devil May Cry--the list goes on and on.

-Always snuggling up to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, or just being near you in general cause neither of you want to be apart for too long.

-You can't stop staring at him, either, cause everything he does captivates you--and also cause he's pretty.

-Dante loves it when you tackle him and cover him with kisses, usually reciprocating with equal enthusiasm.

-Cuddles you so tightly, your circulation gets cut off in some places, but you don't mind. You're infatuated with this man, and he feels the same with you.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil knows how madly you're in love with him without you having to do anything. It's in your eyes.

-He doesn't mind your eagerness to spend time with him; he appreciates the company.

-What he does mind is when you leap on top of of and start smothering him with kisses. Yes, the feeling is nice, but he's trying to read here!

-Though, if you want to lie down in his lap and be his living cushion/armrest/book stand, that's fine by him.

-When you stare at him as you always do now because you're so in love, even when his back is turned, Vergil will still sense it, and he smirks quietly to himself. Take that, Dante, my girlfriend is so obsessed with me she even stares at me when my back is turned.

-Vergil also indulges you in your desire to snuggle him all the time, usually by wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you tightly against him like a big, warm teddy bear.

[vshusband]

FTM VERGIL CANON🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

[jellys-compendium]

Thinking soft thoughts about washing Vergil's hair. He's so guarded at the beginning, that permanent scowl grooving further south as you massage the orange scented suds against his scalp.

"This is ridiculous." Vergil huffs, crossing his arms as he watches you squeeze another glob of shampoo into the palm of you hand. "I'm not a child."

Your lips press together, trying to keep your laughter to yourself as you lather the shampoo in his hair, but Vergil (as always) never misses a beat.

"You find this amusing."

His tone is sharp, irritated. He's accusing you of laughing at him which, of course, you are. Vergil makes it difficult not to. You respond by smiling and signing,

'Of course not'

Vergil rolls his eyes.

"You're a terrible liar."

'And you're a terrible mess.'

The half demon's scowl breaks for the briefest of seconds, the corner of his lip quivering upwards before he realizes what he's doing. You pretend to ignore it. He does to.

You resume washing Vergil's hair in silence, enjoying the comfort of one another's company. Your movements are gentle and purposefully slow, mindful that this can easily be too overwhelming for him. Touch, you have come to learn, is a double edged sword for Vergil. It can be pleasant one moment, but then agony the next.

Luckily, your touch at this moment lands in the former. Vergil's eyes slowly droop down as you work, until eventually they close, the wrinkle between his brows disappearing as he finally lets himself go.

"This feels...nice." He whispers, more an admission to himself than to you. "I didn't think it would."

Vergil's words make your heart ache and you want to respond, to tell him that you'd be happy (more than happy actually) to give him comfort whenever he needs it. But you know that if you make this moment of vulnerability more real by acknowledging it, it will only push him away.

So instead, you turn on the tap dipping your fingers into the stream to make sure the temperature is just right. Then silently you mouth,

'I'm glad.'

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[drusoona]

Old screenshots. This was an amazing hair wip by evilmaginakuma.

[vestergil]

messing with emv engine eee

[dumb-genius228]