#WHY DOES FUCKING VERGIL SHOW UP

[0wllight]

losing my mind i was buying something and putting in my credit card info and fucking vergil auto pops up when i click the text box. HELLO

[hard-times-paramore]

Why Nero Devilmaycry is Asexual

It's a headcanon, but turns out I had a lot of evidence. And even if I didn't I like when I have characters I can relate to with this one thing about myself, so nothing you could say would stop me. Still. Hear me out now. If you’re open to reading this post, then let me tell you, I think it very well holds up in canon.

As a start, look how he acts when he sees the sexy demonic lures from that frog demon in DMC4:

His reaction to the demons is to notice they’re causing a stinky storm which is probabbly hiding something, and he kills them. That’s it. Not even a fucking comment. In fact he even seems a bit avoidant.

Now compare it with Dante’s scene.

He knew they were in fact lures for a giant evil smelly frog, and yet he joins in the game and acts all flirtatious, actually acknowledging that he’s being faced with two sexy naked ladies.

Another evidence is Nero’s immediate reaction to seeing Gloria. Which I don’t even think needs any comments. Just

He can’t even look directly at her. He’s so uncomfortable help him.

Of course one might argue that all of that is because he’s in love with Kyrie. And I totally agree, he is in love! He’s asexual but not aromantic, and he loves her. But being in love with someone - and considering they weren’t together yet - doesn’t mean shutting down all interest and attraction to other people. Since he doesn’t show that attraction in the slightest, I think it’s cause it’s not there to begin with.

(On that note, it's nothing big but Nero is in love with Kyrie, one of the few female characters whose clothes cover her up. She’s a lot more modest/non sexualized when compared to Lady or Trish.)

But that was DMC 4. What about how he's like in the next game?

What I’d say from this game, is that Nero is ace, but he’s not out to Nico. And I can understand why, because Nico’s dirty jokes are like, Her Brand when it comes to humour. Dante would love chatting with her. Nero, however, does not. 

I mean, a dirty joke was her first reaction when Nero tried to tell Kyrie he grew back a whole arm

(he’s tired)

Whenever innuendos happen in this game towards Nero, it’s been because of Nico. Look at what she wrote in her diary, when she gave Lady her clothes after Nero rescued her.

Even though Nero himself during that scene was focused on her wellbeing and asking about his friends, nothing else (…actually, in that scene V was the one who made the comment about Lady’s appearance. V, who is Vergil, and the only other time they ever met was when they were a bunch of teenagers trying to kill each other, and uh. Awkward).

And since we brought this up, when Lady was rescued from inside of the Artemis demon, she was completely naked, but Nero?? Payed no attention to that?? He only looked at her face, and was mainly concerned with her safety and with the fact she was Dante’s friend, not about her body. She could have been fully clothed and there would be no difference. 

It took Nico’s little comment for him to realize that “wait, she’s naked, wait, I have a girlfriend”, I mean. He goes “what?” and it takes him three full seconds to remember that, complete with a face journey:

Like, it’s just my humble opinion but if someone forgets that carrying a beautiful nude stranger in your arms miiight be kind of erotic, maybe sexuality just doesn’t occupy that person’s mind for most the time in the first place.

And holy shit, speaking of Kyrie, Nico seems rather interested in their sex life. She literally built an arm for Nero with the purpose to make sex more comfortable for them. And he did not ask her to build it, because she never tells him what she’s making beforehand, and by her comments it was supposed to be a surprise anyways. He ends up using it for healing.

Complete with that sexy joke she makes when Kyrie called him in the end, and the reaction she got, I conclude the following: yeah Nero is still ace as heck, he just hasn't come out to her yet. I get him, he doesn’t know her for that long, and I have that kind of friend too.

And just as a final point, just take a look at the main characters in this series! They all have shown a rather sexual side (specially in DMC4 which is by far the horniest game of this series). There’s Dante with his constant teasing and innuendos, Lady and Trish with their provocative clothes and body language, and even some demons sometimes act like that. But Nero? He seems to be an exception to that rule. In all his sarcasm and attitude, he’s still more about the taunting and mocking the enemy than flirting with it. While he’s the only one to have a love interest, the dynamic of their relationship shows a profound bond, loyalty, protectiveness and warmth. And yet with all that, it doesn’t get on the sexual side that was to be expected of those games, considering the other characters.

So, yeah, that's been my Ace Nero Manifesto. I wrote my evidence but, in reality nothing can stop me from headcanoning a character as ace just because I feel like it.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Rough Day?: Dante x Male Reader

SUMMARY: Dante comes home from a job and just needs some love; which you happen to be the best--and only--supplier he goes to… however, you are too blind to notice how he feels.

BEGINNING NOTES: >Dante x Male Reader* >Unestablished relationship;       >Dante is obviously flirting with you and you aren’t getting the hint--like REALLY painfully obvious and you are just oblivious.* >Fluff: Dante is a big cuddly softy--I really just needed something sweet. 🐻🧸🐻 >The reader isn’t a devil hunter but rather a secretary for the shop; handling paperwork and is on the shorter side* >Dante and you share some wine--I know nothing about wine so I just Googled what wine goes well with pizza and read about it lmfao >Although I don’t explicitly say what movie, I wrote this with the movie “xXx” in mind (2002: it's an action movie with Vin Diesel; it is not a porno even though it sounds like it lmfao)--it has a red lingerie scene. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a great movie--it’s as old as I am but it’s fucking great. One of my childhood favorites; highkey wanted Xander’s xXx neck tattoo--and still kind of do tbh lmao 🧸🐻🧸 *This is a bit self-indulgent and relates to me a bit more than normal. To be 100% honest I haven’t been in the best place and I need some soft stuff hence the male reader. It’s also why the requests are taking so damn long, I just hit writer's block and am having a downward swing again lol  Sorry for the inconvenience! I should hopefully break out of this soon ;))

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     The sound of the garage door opening made you look up from the mound of paperwork you were currently nose-deep in. With a small smile,  you stood up to go see who was visiting; however, you were quickly stopped by a tall muscular roadblock. Said roadblock slumped over and placed his forehead on your shoulder. 

     "Welcome home… Rough day, huh?" You lovingly placed a hand on his back, rubbing small circles into his jacket.

     Dante nodded against you, “It was a complete shit show and Vergil was crabby…”

     “Mmn, I’m sorry,” you grabbed his hand with your free one, squeezing it slightly, “Why don’t you go shower--I’ll order dinner and we can watch a movie.”

     The red devil leaned up and gave you a soft smile, his eyes creasing at the edges, "You sure? You seem busy."

     You laughed and rolled your eyes, placed a forearm on your forehead, leaning back dramatically, "Oh no-- I have to stop filling out your back taxes; what a pity…”

     Dante laughed softly and pulled you close, with you still leaning backwards, “Such a shame, I know how much you love paperwork.” 

     Your shoulder hit his chest and he took the opportunity to nuzzle himself against your exposed throat. The feeling of his stubble scraping along your neck made you squirm in his grasp, laughing loudly, “Hey-- Stop that- that tickles, Dante-!”

     “Oh? Does it now?” The red devil snuggly nuzzled the side of his jaw into you, a broad smile tugging at his features at the sound of your laughter.

     “You’re---- You’re gonna get me dirty--”

     “Mmn,” he stopped and you pivoted to face him, “Then you can shower with me…”

     You laughed brightly and, despite your previous statement of him being grungy, you hid your face in his chest attempting to hide your flustered expression, “In your dreams, Dante.”

     He wrapped his arms around you, kneading your back with his fingers, “Sometimes~”

     “Perve!” You laughed harder as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

     The two of you stood there for a few moments, Dante loudly purring against you, and enjoying your closeness. Nonchalantly you slid your face up to his shoulder, which he eagerly leaned down for.  After a moment, you placed your face against the side of his and gently pushed against him. With a happy sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair but stopped quickly upon noticing the gore within his white strands--that was now all over your hand, “Alright, mister, go shower and we can continue this later.”

     He leaned up slowly and stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes.

     “Uh-uh, no-” you turned from him, closing your eyes, “I am not falling for that; Last time we had to get a new couch because of how dirty you were and the shop smelt like a rotten butcher shop for a week.”

     “Alright, alright,” Dante smiled and cupped your cheek with one hand, slowly thumbing over your face, “I’ll be back in a jif, babe," he moved his hand to your chin, holding it with his thumb and forefinger for a moment before slowly letting go, hustling out of the kitchen.

     "Hey, make sure you’re actually clean-! Damn it…” Your words fell upon deaf ears as you listened to the creak of the stairs from him jogging up them. With a wistful sigh, you smiled softly, “What a dork.”

     After washing your hands with soap and bleach, you left the kitchen and went over to Dante’s desk. As per usual, you dialed up the local pizza parlor and within two rings they picked up. 

     “Dante!” The voice of a jolly old man echoed through the phone, “How’s my best customer?”

     You laughed, “Sorry, Dante’s showering right now; it’s--”

     “Ah, it’s Dante’s husband! How are you?”

     A fiery feeling filled your face as you sputtered out, “Dante’s what?”

     “Don’t worry, I'm fine with you being gay! Dante always struck me as a fruity guy, even back when he first started-”

     You let out an awkward laugh, “We aren’t- Dante and I aren’t even dating,” You let out another laugh, however, the longing feeling from earlier returned, "Let alone married."

     "Oh! Sorry, just with the way you two act…” The old man paused momentarily before clearing his throat, “Anyways, you want the usual?”

     “Yes, please. Can we get that delivered?”

     “Oh? Sure thing. It’ll be there in--” There was a short pause with incoherent yelling between the old man and someone else before he returned to you, “Be there in about 10 minutes, alright?”

     “Yup! Thanks so much! Have a great night, Pops!”

     “You too, kid, bye!”

     “Bye!”

     As you hung up the phone, you slumped back into the desk chair, replaying the conversation. Did he really think that Dante and you were lovers? How many others at that shop had the same idea? You bit your lip in thought. Was it that obvious that you had a crush on him? 

     With a groan, you leaned forward, placing your elbows on the desk and your face in your hands. Does Dante know how you feel? As you mulled over things, you lost track of time and never even heard Dante descend the stairs or realize he was right beside you.

     “Somethin’ wrong?”

     You flinched at the sudden noise to your right and jolted up out of the chair. 

     Dante was standing with a casual lean to his posture and a tilt of his head, obviously curious about your odd behavior. Your eyes widened at the shirtless devil and his half-lidded lazy smile. Currently, he was in just a pair of baggy black sweatpants… and that was it. His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets, inadvertently pulling down the waistband of well-worn clothing which gave you a tasteful peak at his strawberry print boxers. Although he was mostly dry, you could still see water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and chest; which made your stare wander down from his eyes. 

     Noticing your straying eyes, Dante’s smile turned to a sultry smirk, “Like what you see, baby~?” He flexed his pecs and winked, watching your blush darken. 

     “Huh?! What- No- I wasn’t-- It’s just,” you shakily gestured to his chest, “You’re wet--”

     “Not yet I’m not,” He winked as his tilted posture deepened.

     You sputtered out gibberish as you stiffened. 

     Dante leaned closer and tilted his head, cupping the side of your face, “You know, you're pretty cute when you're all flustered and speechless.”

     As you turned into his palm, you let out an embarrassed laugh, “Yeah right, sure Dante.”

     “I’m serious,” he leaned up with a wide toothy grin, “You’re like a…” With a pause and a squint in thought, he snapped his free hand’s fingers, “A cow!”

     “Hey!” You leaned away from his hand, placing your hands on your hips, “Rude.”

     “Eh?” Dante stuck a lip out in confusion, “What? You don’t find ‘em cute or somethin’?”

     “Dante… When you call someone a “cow” you’re calling them fat and ugly.”

     His eyes widened, “Since when?”

     You shook your head and sighed, “That insult has been around for literal centuries.”

     Panicked that he may have upset you, he stumbled over his words as he tried to fix his words, “I didn’t mean for it to be insulting! Cows are my favorite animal and-”

     "Oh trust me, cowboy, I know they are," you shook your head with a laugh and broke eye contact with him. 

     Suddenly, you felt a large set of arms around you and your head was against a warm chest. Dante set his head atop yours and mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you; I just think you’re really cute and I couldn’t think of anything I find cuter than a cow. I--”

     “Dante,” you sighed and pushed against him lovingly with your head, resting your cheek against him, “You don’t have to apologize.”

     As you layed upon him, enjoying the brief and rare moment of peace, you found yourself relaxing into his hold. The smell of his body wash-- the low consistent beating of his heart-- the warm heat his body gave off-- all wrapped up into a large affectionate package. A package that you could only dream about allowing you to stay this close for the rest of your days.

     To be able to place your sleeve rather than your cheek. To tell him exactly what you have been yearning for many years. 

     But those are childish thoughts and nothing more than a dream. Someday, Dante will find a wife and leave this godforsaken business and live a happy life; all while you watch from the side and cheer him on from a distance. 

     His arms tightened around you and he began to purr lightly, “When we retire, we should buy a farm.”

     You raised a brow, “What, you still need me with you to do your taxes or something?”

     As he laughed, you felt his chest reverberate with each noise, “I need you for a lot more than that, babe.”

     “Mhm, sure you do,” you sighed and turned your head, placing your forehead against his chest.

     Before Dante could respond, a loud knock came from the front door. Excitedly, he let go of you and smiled widely, “I’ll get it.”

     As he took care of the payment for the pizza, you wandered into the kitchen to grab plates. A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the empty place where the paper plates go, knowing the replacements are on the top shelf--a shitty result of having a behemoth of a housemate. With pursed lips, you stood on your tip toes and tried to stretch up to reach the desired item. 

     Just as you were about to go get a chair to stand on, you felt a set of large hands grab your waist and pick you up. A surprised squeak left your lips and you whipped your head around to see a smiling Dante. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the plates. Carefully, Dante placed you back on the ground and backed up a bit. 

     “Thanks,” you smiled at him and grabbed a plate, handed it to him, then grabbed one for yourself.

     After Dante placed two full glasses of Malbec on the table, you sat in adjacent corner chairs--facing at an angle to see one another. There was a comfortable silence between you as you ate; well, save for the quiet happy humming that came from Dante as he ate. As you watched him, you smiled warmly. It’s times like these that make you forget how dangerous Dante actually is. How he could rip you limb to limb if he felt so inclined. With a shake of your head, you returned to eating, shoving those frightening thoughts down. 

     After some time, Dante leaned towards you and placed an elbow on the table, “So you never did tell me why you were sitting for like ten minutes with that weird expression after you ordered.”

     “Oh! It’s nothin’.”

     “Mmhmm,” Dante smiled as he took another bite of food, “Okay, let me rephrase that:” He gestured mindlessly with his hand, “I overheard your half of the call from upstairs and was wondering what Pops said to you that got you so worked up.”

     “Nothin’ important-!” Your answer was very abrupt as your face began to heat up again, which Dante noticed.

     “Come on~ It had to be something; I can ask Pops if you--”

     “No! Don’t, please,” you pursed your lips and avoided his eyes.

     His brow furrowed, “He didn’t say anything bad to you, did he?”

     “What? No! That man couldn’t say an evil thing if you held him at gunpoint.”

     “Then what?”

     “Just…” You paused with a shake of your head before sheepishly mumbling, “He called me your husband.”

     Dante finished chewing and placed his slice down, “Really?”

     With a nod and a drink, you nodded, “Yup…”

     His voice took a more serious tone as he looked you in the eyes, “Does that… bother you?”

     You shook your head ‘no’, avoiding his eyes, “Was unexpected is all…”

     The red devil laughed and went to grab his drink, but missed the glass and knocked it over.

     “Dante-!” You shot up from your seat and looked down at yourself. The glass thankfully hadn’t smashed and was still on the tabletop; however, the red wine had been spilled all over your shirt and pants, soaking straight through everything you had on. 

     “Shit, sorry!” Dante stood up as well and attempted to dry you off with some napkins he grabbed from the table, continuing to apologize.

     You instantly became flustered as you realized what Dante was doing and where his hands were, “That’s not helping--” You caught eyes with him and he noticed your expression.

     “Well,” he stood back up, placing a hand on his hip, “I could just use my tou--”

     “I’m going to shower!” You cut him off and scuttled out of the room, ignoring the growing fluttery feeling in your chest, and didn't hear Dante’s dejected sigh.

     As you were bathing, Dante cleaned up the kitchen. He put the half-eaten pizza in the fridge and then saw your wine glass was still half-full. With a casual shrug, he finished it off and placed the two glasses in the sink. Slowly, he meandered out into the living room to set up the TV when he got an idea. 

     Your shower was rather quick, being in and out of the bathroom within less than five minutes. With a small hum, you dried off, got dressed in some clean wine-free clothing, and left the room. Only to run straight into a certain white-haired man’s chest, making you jump with a startled shout. 

     “Wha-!” You stared at him for a moment before raising a brow at him, “What are you doing?”

     “Waiting for you,” the look he gave you was reminiscent of a happy puppy, making you mindlessly reach up to pat the top of his head.

     Dante leaned down and placed his head on your shoulder, purring softly from your touch. His hands wrapped around your back, finding purchase on the small of your back, and he took a deep slow inhale. Although he’d never say it out loud, he found your scent to be rather comforting and relaxing. The two of you stood there for a moment before he leaned back.

     “I have a surprise for you.”

     “Oh no,” you stared at him, “What did you do?”

     With a lip stuck out with a disingenuous frown, “Why do you assume it’s a bad thing?”

     “Dante,” you slid your hands down his arms and rested on his biceps, “Last time you said you “I have a surprise” I came home to the shop doors through the stairs and a tarp for a front door…”

     He laughed and buried his face in your neck, taking on a playfully sarcastic tone, “That was fun~! It made the shop nice and drafty.”

     “Maybe for you Mister hot-blooded but it was for like a month in the dead of winter. I froze my ass off--”

     Dante grabbed your ass harshly, “Nope, it’s still there.”

     You shoved him playfully and rolled your eyes.

     He leaned back up, “Now, can I show you the surprise?”

     With a nod, you sighed happily, “Alright, what-- Hey!”

     Instantly your feet were off the ground and he was holding you from underneath your legs; you then wrapped yourself around him, fearing he’d drop you. A large smile adorned his face as he walked down to his room, opened the door, and tossed you onto the nearby bed. He turned to shut the door and when he looked back at you, he saw that your eyes were wide and heard how fast your heart was beating; which caused his smile to take a more sultry turn. 

     Dante gestured towards the foot of the bed, where he had moved his bedside table and placed the TV on top of, “Figure it’s a little more comfortable than the couch.”

     “G-gotcha,” you shook your head and smiled, laying on your stomach to face the screen.

     He moved towards the mattress then jumped onto it, laying right beside you, “Don’t worry, I picked out a great movie--”

     “If we are watching the same fucking movie-- I swear to god--”

     “But it’s so good!”

     “I think I know every goddamned word by now.”

     Dante looked at you with his bottom lip stuck out, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.

     “No-- nu-uh--” You looked away from him and took a long deep breath, “Dante-- For fucks sake--” 

     Dante whimpered softly, making you turn back to him, and found yourself met with the red devil’s bright turquoise eyes and his brow upturned into a pout. With a wistful sigh, you shook your head and laughed, “I hate when you give me those eyes-- Fine, we can watch your movie.”

     He flashed you a wide toothy grin and reached out to grab the remote from the table, turning on the flick. 

     Bit by bit, Dante slid to lay right beside you, his body tightly tucked against yours. Slowly, he leaned his head onto your shoulder, growing sleepier with each passing minute. However, he managed to stay awake and watch the movie.

     Around an hour in, a scene came on that showed various women in scarcely any clothing; ending in a climactic scene where the main lead climbs into bed with a woman dressed in red lingerie. 

     Dante rolled onto his side, looking at you with half-lidded eyes as he spoke in a low sultry voice, “I should buy you a set like that, bet you’d look hot.”

     Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes went wide, “H-huh?!”

     He placed a hand on your bicep and slowly began to rub his thumb against you, “I mean, I know that the bra might be a little much; but the panties would be worth it at the very least.”

     “Dante---- Dante,” you turned to him, your face burning, “Why on Earth would you want me in that?”

     “You’d look hot; what other reason would I need?” He flashed you a warm suggestive smirk.

     “I mean,” you looked away with a small huff, mumbling, “Wouldn’t you want someone you’re dating wearing it?”

     Dante’s smile faded as he removed his hand, “What?”

     You continued to mumble, refusing to look back at him, “You know like someone you’re attracted to..?”

     The red devil blankly stared at you for a moment before he grabbed the remote and hit the stop button several times before dropping it somewhere onto the floor, then slid off the foot of the bed.

     Your eyes slowly turned to face him, “Dante..?”

     He pushed the ‘off’ button on the TV and turned back to face you, "Look," his voice was quiet and he looked defeated, unable to look you in the eyes, as he took a few steps closer to stand in front of you, "I know our dates aren't anything fancy or- or high quality but--"

     “What-?” You swung your legs around to sit at the edge of the bed, “Our-- huh?”

     His expression changed from a kicked puppy to a blank dumbfounded stare as his eyes met with your gaze, “Our dates.”

     You pursed your lips and shook your head, “What are you talkin’ about Dante..?”

     “Our dates--” He leaned down to look you dead in the eyes, bracing himself with his hands on either side of you against the bed, “You feelin’ alright?”

     “We aren’t--”

     “We’ve been going out for almost a year,” he pursed his lips, “I asked you out like a month after comin’ home…” 

     With a confused tilt of your head, you furrowed your brow, “I don’t remember.”

     “After Verge and I returned home, I didn’t want to…” He shrugged one shoulder with a small half-hearted laugh, “To miss out on my chance with you, so I asked you out. We went to the zoo, remember?”

     With a slightly furrowed brow, you did your best to try and remember that day. Dante was nearly welded to you during that outing; between holding your hand or having an arm snugly wrapped around your waist, he was very overly physical with you. Until now, you’d just brushed it off, thinking that Dante was just sick of being so touch-starved and you gladly gave him what he wanted.

      Admittedly, it was a two-way street, you wanted to be just as close to him as he was providing. From small things like morning hugs or more intense things like him placing a kiss on your forehead every once in a while, it was such an unexpected but welcomed experience. However, without him outright stating things, you didn’t think he meant anything of it; refusing to believe someone like him would be with someone like you. 

     You laughed, catching Dante off guard, and placed the top of your head against his chest, “I didn’t realize you meant a literal “date”.” A blush spread across your face as you stared at the floor, taking a quieter meeker tone, “I wish I had known that you-- that we were…”

     “Does it bother you? I mean if you don’t feel that way, I won’t force you to--”

     “Dante…” You closed your eyes with a shy laugh, your voice growing quieter and quieter with each word, “I just wished that I’d known the guy I’ve been into for years has the same feelings back… That’s all.”

     He paused for a moment, listening to the quickening pacing of your heart, before softly setting his hands on your shoulders causing you to look back at him. Although Dante’s gaze is always softer when it comes to you; right now, his stare seems even gentler than normal. His brow was relaxed and he had a lazy smile tugging at his lips with a very faint purr emanating from his throat. Bit by bit, the two of you moved closer and shared a tender innocent kiss. 

     When he and you pulled apart, a smile tugged at Dante’s face at your flustered appearance, “You know,” he laughed, placing his forehead on your shoulder, “I just thought you were taking things at a snail's pace, babe.”

     “I- I didn’t know- I would’ve-” You shook your head, unable to come up with a cohesive sentence. 

     Using your flustered mindset to his advantage, Dante moved to sit on and straddle your lap. With wide eyes, you stared up at the smiling man. Cautiously, you ran a hand up his middle, making note of his skin felt underneath your fingertips. Even though you’d briefly touched his torso before, this was an entirely different ballpark. Your hand made its way to his neck and you very gently thumbed over his throat. 

     Once your hand was on the side of his face, you felt a sudden nervous feeling begin to spread throughout your limbs; you’d wanted to kiss him again but found yourself hesitant to ask. Thankfully, Dante was far from reluctant.

     The red devil leaned down and kissed you again, your hand still cupping the side of his face. These kisses were longer and more impassioned. Your hands clasped around the back of his neck, as he grabbed your waist allowing him to lean you backwards. A smile tugged at his lips as he began to bite at your lower lip, taking great care not to puncture your kiss-swollen flesh. Then he made his way down your jaw and to your neck, relishing in your uneven heavy breaths. 

     As he nipped at your neck, you slid a hand into his hair and grabbed the back of his head as you arched your back. Dante took this as an okay to bite a little harder, leaving a loving mark. When he was done, he set his forehead on the front side of your shoulder, laughing softly.

     “What’s up?” You raised a brow at his odd reaction.

     Dante’s voice was quiet, “I just really love you, so damned much.”

     A very small droplet of water hit your chest as you realized why he didn’t return to your gaze.

     “I love you too Dante,” You wrapped yourself around him, tightly squeezing him, “I have for a long time.”

     He copied your action, wrapping himself around you. Another laugh left his lips as he sniffled, placing his head beside yours. As you layed intertwined, you both began to drift off to sleep; staying interwoven until morning, a feeling you’d both yearned to experience for much too long. 

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ENDING NOTES: Cows are really cute and if you disagree, you’re wrong lmao. If you’ve ever pet a calf you’ll know they are just so cute and ugHHH (I was raised on a farm, we didn’t have cows but I did get to see them a lot because of family-related stuff; so I am biased over farm animals a bit. Plus it fits Dante’s DMC 4 cowboy vibe lmao) 🐻🧸🐻 Was gonna make this a smut fic. but I just wasn’t vibing with it so it kind of ends abruptly, sorry lol

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[heraldofcrow]

come on you of all people have to make a choice on who is getting the blue ribbon in Malenia vs Sephiroth

they are your stabby children?

NO

I FUCKING DON’T

(incoming “angry” rant this is mostly light-hearted and non-serious, so please don’t worry 😅)

I am the QUEEN of not pitting two bad bitches against each other and instead I will gleefully say “fuck you” to all the versus battle shit that fandom loves to drool over and point out how these two would actually be pretty well-matched in most things and why MALENIA AND SEPHIROTH SPECIFICALLY SHOULD STOP BEING PITTED AGAINST OTHER CHARACTERS IN GAMING LORE BECAUSE THAT’S ALL PEOPLE EVER DO WITH THEM FOR FUCKS SAKE—

*throws Vergil’s stupid lawn chair out the window*

I spent hours and hours defending Malenia in the trenches on YouTube and Reddit back when the TRAILERS were just coming out. I STILL GET NOTIFS FROM THIS ONE THREAD OF ESSAY COMMENTS I WROTE ON YOUTUBE WHERE I TRASHED SOME SMUG DUDEBRO THAT WAS HATING ON MALENIA AND ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WIN THE SUPPORT OF 75% OF THE OTHER GAMER KIDS THAT READ MY RETORTS BECAUSE I WAS ON FIRE. (I am bragging a little, yes. I am still proud of that moment. No, I don’t want to ever re-live or re-read that cringe again but it was fun while it lasted).

I fucking think Radahn is pretty badass and a cool character, but the moment he showed up as the rival to Malenia, there were people worshipping the ground his horse walked on. As soon as the game was out, it took a couple of days for everyone to take his side in literally everything from morals to combat prowess, and Malenia just got dragged through the mud. Worst ER fandom era. I’m so tired of it and I left it behind, but dammit, I still stand with my view that Malenia deserved better from the fans.

She deserves to have her story analyzed and treated with care and her boss fight to be treated as a worthy challenge. There I said it.

Also, her strength is incredible. She is disabled and rotting from her core, but she can still do THIS?

She’s so fucking beautiful, I am gonna cry. That’s her trouncing her own disabilities to keep fighting. That’s her stunning waterfowl dance where she moves like a dancing bird.

And then she has her god-form where she becomes a vessel for an Outer God so powerful that it reshaped an entire part of the continent, and she can BLOOM, absorbing more and more power. She kills players every moment with this these days. Out of the 9 billion deaths that Elden Ring has caused players, Malenia claimed over 300 million of those when the stats were last checked. One of the best bosses in Soulsborne history and almost certainly the toughest.

She is an absolute powerhouse, and MORE IMPORTANTLY, a well-written, tragic, and morally complex character with an amazing story that I wish I could summon the brainpower to articulate in full.

And Sephiroth is the same if people can set aside all the fucking stereotypes and popular gamer perceptions of his character for five seconds.

This is him as a kid aged somewhere between 13-15:

He has his own “Waterfowl Dance” called the Octaslash:

…where he moves faster than the eye can see. He cuts through moving bullets, big-ass troop transports, and dozens of soldiers in the blink of an eye. He can also summon fire so aggressively that it completely obliterates the surrounding environment.

When he has his later powers, he cuts through enormous buildings and metal structures, he can throw….city ruins…at you,

He can….change the weather???

He can impale snake gods on giant…woodchips lmao?

He can fly without and with a wing, he can cut through different dimensions of time and space, he can shapeshift with his alien mother’s power, and he has an angelic god-form just like Malenia:

….with which he has the potential to destroy the Solar System….

And he summons a Meteor that is big enough to destroy an entire planet in the game

And it….almost does….

But see, Sephiroth CAN still be stopped. Malenia CAN still be stopped. They both have limits, and are beaten by The Protagonist Swordsmen. None of this powerscale shit matters with them because they both end up defeated anyway.

Sephiroth can summon that enormous meteor but Malenia fought the man keeping the stars in check to a stalemate and still left him crippled. Malenia has an Outer God backing her up with power, but Sephiroth has his own alien god mother backing him up with power.

Both of them also have the theme of refusing to just fucking die around them too, and I respect that.

Malenia has an incredible in-depth and tragic story with a strong connection to her brother and the horrors of her own existence.

Sephiroth has a shocking and tragic story with a deep connection to his mother and the horrors of his own existence.

One is a fallen hero turned into a villain, one is a fallen warrior with crumbling and desperate morals.

I only said Sephiroth was more terrifying than Malenia because he is vicious, unlike her. Malenia isn’t trying to burn all of humanity to death. She just wants to defend her brother as his champion. I’m not afraid of her as a villain or anything. I can see that she’s trying her best.

Sephiroth is brutal and cruel after he turns to the dark side and is meant to be terrifying as the enemy. He doesn’t have a cute little Millicent looking for him to restore his dignity. He’s completely isolate and moves like a prowling shark. That’s that.

BUT OVERALL THEY SHOULD BE FRIENDS AND GO TO THERAPY TOGETHER AND PEOPLE SHOULD STOP MAKING EVERYTHING ABOUT THEIR ABILITY TO TAKE ON OTHER CHARACTERS BASED ON INCONSISTENT VIDEO GAME MECHANICS AND JUST BECAUSE MALENIA KICKED EVERYONE’S ASS, GOING DOWN AS SOULSBORNE’S MOST DIFFICULT BOSS AND BECAUSE SEPHIROTH STOLE THE SPOTLIGHT IN SMASH BROS AFTER KILLING EVERYONE AND GIVING THEM PANIC ATTACKS SINCE 1997.

FUCK

Ok, I’m done.

Love you, anon—and yes, I love my stabby children and will defend them until I’m fucking dead <33

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Promises, Promises

Nero/Dante/Vergil x GN!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic between nero/reader, dante/reader, or vergil/reader. whatever you prefer, just meant to be comforting i guess)

Word count: 1020

A/N: just wrote this, idrk what to say. reader claws at themself in their sleep even though they're lucid enough to know they're dreaming. they don't realize they're in actual real-world physical pain until they wake up, but frankly, the pain doesn't bother them. it's kinda about the boys being concerned because the reader doesn't seem to notice/care about their wounds past "fuck, that's gonna be a bitch to heal" and "damnit now i need new sheets. did i stain my mattress????" and it's also about a promise being made to protect each other bc the amulets they wear gave my brain ThoughtsTM

also demon boy cuddles and napping bc it's a need, not just a want

here's your warning for: blood, nightmares, reader tears themself up in their sleep bc nightmares, but they also don't feel much care about that in particular past "oh no i stressed my boys out oof"

reader is okay and vergil and nero cry. dante nearly does.

long A/N, so sorry, but i needed to kinda show my thought process after not sleeping for 24 hours lol

please enjoy!

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It cycles through me like a storm, leaving me gasping for air. I jolt and can't manage to pry myself from the images in my own head.

Woefully overwhelming.

Equally underwhelming and boring as hell.

Shame I couldn't seem to care past my exhaustion. Even still, my body seemed to do the job of 'scared human' pretty well without my internal fears interfering.

Now if I waited just a moment longer, it should-

I cry out (against my brain's irritation and advice against doing precisely that-) and my eyes meet Dante's worried ones immediately. He's cradling my face and I see Nero nearly run in, arms full of medical supplies of all kinds. My arms feel warm- liquid warm. I groan in frustration, shutting my eyes.

They open again as I hear Nero openly crying through his concern and Vergil comes crashing like a hurricane into the room. His eyes are cold as always, but it's a new type of cold.

My throat is hoarse. I woke them up. I try to lift myself up on my arms before- ugh, fuck it. I slam myself back down and groan again.

Time for new fuckin' sheets. Again.

As Dante cradles me close, Vergil sets down a plastic tub filled with warm water, probably to clean the blood off of where I apparently tore myself open in my sleep. Had I been thrashing that badly? The dream was bad, but it wasn't anywhere near what the real nightmares were when I was a kid, so why…?

Nero wipes away his tears and gets to work wetting one of the many cloths he brought in the room; he soothes it over the flesh of my shoulder.

I look down groggily. Still not awake yet, it seems. Not fully, anyways.

It appears I've mostly gotten my shoulders, arms, and sides- the meatier parts of myself. Not sure if I did it because they were easier to grab onto or because there's more there to damage. Either way, the cloth feels nice and I slump relatively comfortably into Dante's warm arms and Nero's gentle hands.

I try to speak but really, no words come out. I taste blood. They can't smell the blood in my mouth versus the blood soaking into my sheets. My fingers curl into the blanket underneath me. Nero had gotten-

Oh fuck.

Now I start to panic, truly, in full, because Nero had gotten my this blanket and it was my favourite and if I ruined it with my blood, I swear to god-

"Darling, shit, breathe, okay? I know…" Dante sighs, his blue eyes watering and glossy, before continuing, his hands curling against my tensed ones, "…I know you don't really process your nightmares or physical pain the way normal people do, so I know that isn't the problem. Talk to me, what's up?" His voice is comforting, though extremely pressed for an answer.

I clear my throat, once, twice. Swallow down my blood. Don't care much about that part.

"…I got blood on the blanket Nero gave me."

The room goes dead silent. Vergil storms over and drops down to the floor next to my bed with bruising force and I'm not shocked when I hear the floorboards crack underneath the weight of his fall.

My hand reaches to thread through his silver hair and I am shocked when he lets out a sob. He whines into my hands and Nero finally finishes cleaning off all my blood. As his twin lay dormant and sob-choked, Dante starts to bandage my body. The damage wasn't good by any means, but it could've been much worse.

I rake my fingers further through Vergil's hair in apology. He accepts it graciously; didn't blame me to begin with. I know this, but silently apologize nonetheless.

As Dante finishes wrapping my arms, Nero lifts me up (which much protest from his father) and drags the blanket from under me. I'm set back down as Dante lays on the bed and Nero goes downstairs to throw the blanket in the wash before my blood stains it. Luckily it seems to have caught all of my blood, so no new sheets. Just a guilty conscience and burning shoulders for me.

Dante pulls me into his chest, purposefully warming himself as best he could without DTing to soothe my wounds and I snuggle into his body heat. Vergil lays beside us both and nuzzles his face and body closer to our warmth as we comfort one another.

Soon, Nero walks back in as Vergil's tears slow and he too lays in bed, curled into the opposite side of Dante.

Together we all snuggle as Dante turns on a movie. None of us pay attention, of course. Can't seem to make ourselves and we don't really care, either. I half think idly that even Dante isn't sure what movie he put on.

Nero's wings pull a thick comforter over us and we're enveloped in each other's scents as we start to drift off.

We all hold each other.

A promise.

A promise to never leave, to always be there for one another, to take care of one another.

A reminder that there will never be anyone who could hurt any of the others in the room without coming face-to-face with some of the scariest, most vicious motherfuckers on the planet and dying by their hands.

A reminder that us Spardas stick together- even the ones rallied in not by water of the womb but blood of the covenant- and that no nightmares would be allowed without some ass-kicking in this place.

That was our promise.

My fingers reach up to curl protectively over my amulet, at match to Dante's and Vergil's and Nero's- swirling with gold and silver, blue and red. Three initials written delicately into its metal- DVN.

Dante. Vergil. Nero.

It was our promise and they'd never break it so long as they all lived.

I smile and hum contentedly as the three men drape their arms softly over me.

No nightmares could ever reach us- not as long as we were in each other's arms.

[teriuss]

Hey! I love your writing for DMC. How do you think the Sparda brothers (plus Nero, V, Trish and Lady) would react to their S/O having a navel piercing.

thank you so much! 🥺 i've been wanting to get a navel piercing for a while, lol. maybe this is the sign i was waiting for.

DMC Characters Reacting to Their S/O Having a Navel Piercing

Dante

oh he is into it.

if it's healed, he'll wiggle it around. if you're ticklish, expect him to do it to annoy you.

spends the money he doesn't have to get charms for it. (he wants to see it bounce when he's fucking you ufufu)

"Babe your piercing is stuck on my buckle again..."

he hides any high waisted pants you might own, so he can see it on display all day.

he kisses it when he goes down on you.

he gets a navel piercing too. he'll gloat about how it "looks so much better on him". ok it kinda does, but do NOT let him know you think so.

Vergil

"Why?"

that's his first reaction to seeing it. he's not grossed out or upset, but he doesn't understand why people get anything other than their earlobe pierced.

"Oh, you know, just (reason or lack of)"

"I see."

and that's that.

he's more delicate with your lower torso from now on. he doesn't really get how body piercings work, so he assumes they hurt when you touch them.

you don't have the heart to tell him that it can only be painful when tugged on. the way he treats you so gently in that area just proves how much of a softie he really is.

Nero

as an ex "member" of a church whose primary wear was being covered head to toe, his initial, conditioned reaction was "what the fuck".

after he gets over his few seconds of shock, he thinks it's cool as hell.

"How much did it hurt?" "Was it expensive?" "What kind of jewellery can you wear on it?" "Do you think I would suit one? Nonono I'm kidding I don't want one..!"

he makes sure to get you pants with a comfortable waistband from now on.

he studies up on piercing care, making sure your navel (and anywhere else you might have pierced) are healthy.

V

similar to Vergil, he doesn't really understand why you have it at first.

you show him the world of body piercings and body modifications. he thinks it's beautiful.

if you're wearing anything that shows your piercing, or just naked, he'll stare at it.

"insert a dumb stanza from a ballad here"

he managed to find a charm with engravings similar to his familiar markings. you haven't taken it off since.

he will kneel down and kiss the charm. hoo boy.

Trish

she absolutely loves your navel piercing. she thinks it accentuates your already beautiful midriff.

sometimes, she likes to hold you by the hips and just stare at it. her demonic body rejects any kind of piercing, so she loves how they look on you.

sometimes when you cuddle, she absent-mindedly plays with it. not to the degree of dante, just fidgets with it.

gets you a lightning bolt charm to match her choker.

you sometimes wear revealing clothing similar to hers, and it's on display to match with her. she shows you off.

Lady

"Oh shit no way! Check this out!"

she reveals she has one too.

if you are a similar hight to her, you can feel them touch when you hug (lol)

expect many boops on your navel. she does it to annoy you, and you start doing it back. it turns into a whole brawl/tickle fight. she wins. she's a strong gal.

you two are the hottest couple on the beach with your matching piercings. many stares. are they jealous or attracted to you? both, probably.

tugs on it with her teeth... <3

[fabdante]

For the DMC reboot:

This might work better before they took down Mundus, and of course the twins would have to know one another better for this to actually work, but:

Dante switching places with Vergil for a day or two because Reasons and being shocked and probably more than a little envious of the sheer contrast. Not even just in how much more money Vergil has than him (tho Dante IS jealous of that; Vergil shows Dante how much he makes and how much Vergil has in his bank account and Dante's brain just kinda stops working for a few seconds, trying to process how big the numbers are), but in how people treat Dante-as-Vergil, compared to how they treat Dante-as-himself. Because yeah, some of it is down to the way Dante acts when he's being himself, and Dante knows this (he just doesn't really know how to be anything different/better, or if its even worth the effort- or if he'll even live long enough for it to matter)... but that's not ALL it is.

The money and status Vergil has helps, that's true, but even just. Being able to walk into a fucking room, say what (you're pretending) your name is, and not have demons or demon collaborators drag you into Limbo or have people otherwise hate and fear you as some monster, and/or treat you like they can tell you're "worthless gutter trash" just by looking at you is... Something. It sure is something.

Idk. I just think it'd be a fun concept to play around with. Especially if Vergil made himself look like Dante and spent the day (or week- however long this takes) running around fighting demons and dodging demon collaborators and probably living in shitty hotels or sleeping on the streets (if he really had to), too, just to really sell whatever ruse they're trying to pull here.

Hopefully this would bring the twins closer together, but I could see it causing problems between the two, too. Which hopefully they could work out, but still. Idk, I just think it'd be Neat.

Side note: They'd probably have to switch swords to make it REALLY convincing, so that could be fun too.

I do think the idea of the twins swapping would be interesting and possibly quite silly!! And it'd give them insight to each others lives!

However I don't know how convincing they'd be asdfghjk they are identical twins in the reboot as far but Kat would 100 percent figure this out immediately upon seeing one of them, which in itself is also very funny asdfghjkl like, beyond the fact Vergil in the reboot is just so insanely pale and Dante is not, it'd take so much work for them to get each others mannerisms down and they might be able to fool others at the Order but definitely not Kat. I can see her walking in on Dante pretending to be Vergil and just immediately like 'ok, where is Vergil, what are you two doing?' to which Dante is going to try and salvage this and fail spectacularly because Kat is not buying his Vergil act, especially now that he's talking asdfghjk I love this concept. I tend to imagine they all didn't leave the Order much at the Dante stage of the plan, but they'd definitely be more convincing around strangers then in the Order.

Flip side of this is also I can see Dante suggesting this for funsies and Vergil just absolutely declining, he does not want to live in Dante's life asdfghjk he is not built to be around dirt he will cry.

If he were to take him up on it though and had to live parts of Dante's life, I definitely think he'd be woefully ill prepared for that. Which might bring him a little more understanding as to why Dante is the way he is, but I do think it might further Dante's resentment towards Vergil because he is definitely just very jealous of how easy Vergil's life has been this whole time.

I also propose a funny alternative: which is Dante wandering around the Order pretending to be Vergil while Vergil is unaware as part snooping mission (he's trying to figure out information on the Order and his brother and Kat and if he can trust any of this) and part just for funsies to see what happens. Some of the newer members are buying it, none of the older ones are, he went on a caper to steal Vergil's clothes from his closet and everything, he acquired a wig, eventually Kat and Vergil catch wind of this and it ends with Dante, in full Vergil cosplay, in Vergil's office while Kat and Vergil are just like ???

[moorishflower]

🌈 and 🎈 for the fic writer asks

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I worked super, super hard on Maybe sprout wings. I definitely wouldn't say that it's the one that "no one would ever know," but it's also not as popular as Wedded-Be or If I Please You. But it's definitely the one on which I spent the most time, did the most research, did the most analysis. I reread the Odyssey at least twice cover to cover, and probably another third just skipping around to the parts I wanted to pull from. I know that it's been mentioned that it's not as...I guess "inspired by" the Odyssey as it could be? Like, Polyphemus doesn't actually show up as a one-eyed giant? lol But I do promise that I was thinking of that story the entire time I wrote it. Even if it's not a direct translation. I'm really very proud of it, and what I did with the narrative structure, and for all its faults -- and it does have them! -- it's definitely still the story I'm proudest of.

As for my style as a writer, it depends on a lot on what I'm currently reading at the time. I'm a style magpie, I'll pick and choose the shiniest bits of other peoples' writing and incorporate it into my own. It's never with the intent of copying! But you can see it, if you look. I can look through my own writing and see the exact fic (it's Isaiah!) where I started paying more attention to describing light and color, because I had started reading Hounds by @xx-vergil-xx, who has an absolute MASTERY over turning light into actual, feelable texture. You can see the influence of @avelera in me trying to write angst in "The long way down." I gained a new appreciation for slow burn by reading @pellaaearien and it's the most obvious in If I Please You.

As for my own actual, personal style, I would say that the things I value most are a. being able to describe WHERE something takes place, to be able to evoke the feel of the surroundings in a way that makes it seem real, and b. being able to explore inner thoughts, which is why I don't tend to write in third person ominpotent.

[gojuo]

I can't believe Gege really off-screened Gojo like holy fucking shit he really really just had to pull out the biggest asspull of all asspulls and not even show it to us... Last chapter Sukuna was sweating bullets trying to avoid Hollow Purple and screaming for Mahoraga to save him and it ended with him in no position to retaliate. One of his hands were gone, he lost Mahoraga and he had low RCT output so how could he even strike Gojo at all after Purple? And forget the slash cutting through the world space and time Vergil whatever bullshit style ... Gojo withstood the endless onslaught in Sukuna's Domain and it was stated that his RCT got replenished after all the Black Flashes so why does this one slash not get healed back up??????????

ON TOP OF THAT why the fuck would Gege have Gojo "admit" Sukuna was holding back and that he might lose to Sukuna even if he didn't have Megumi's technique? Shit just feels like needless Gojo bashing especially when it's clear that Sukuna stood no chance against Gojo without the absolute BULLSHIT from this chapter + Mahoraga's adaptation ability. Fucking hell.

[katroman]

@allylip Been keeping me reeeeal fed with feral Dante, which always brings my thoughts to the most feral of my Dante's and probably my personal favorite: Angelos AU Dante. So why not do a brain dump while I'm in the mood for it?

The key premise for this au is the same as the fic Hie Thee Home. Mundus attacked the manor when the twins were still babies, Sparda having been killed beforehand and Eva dying in the attack. The boys are then raised by Mundus who feeds them lies about Sparda, claiming he had been betrayed and killed by the very humans he fought to protect. The two grow up despising humans for their betrayal and wanting nothing more than to help their 'uncle' destroy them once and for all.

They still have their amulets and their signature weapons, the explanation given that as the twins' birthright Mundus refused to let the humans keep them. By age 19 they're his most powerful generals, the Twin Angels of Death; Nero (because fuck I hate that localization error) and Bianco Angelo.

The twins' names here are Nero and Bianco respectively, as Mundus wanted to wipe away any human influence from their lives. Though for the sake of simplicity and not confusing Vergil for his son, I'll just keep calling them Dante and Vergil.

Vergil's personality is mostly unchanged. He already leaned into his demonic heritage, so the only real difference between him and canon Vergil is he is much colder.

Dante on the other hand... Oh boy. Canon Dante acts as if he doesn't take fights seriously, cracking jokes, showing off, and taunting his enemies. He still does that here. But now...

Now it's downright sadistic. Rather than making jokes to lower his enemy's guard, he makes jokes to taunt them as they're crumpled on the ground half conscious from pain. Rather than laughing because 'wow, you actually thought that would hit me' he laughs because 'God, look at you bleed.'

Dante is a whirlwind on the battlefield, tearing his enemies limb from limb with wide eyes and a manic grin. And those are the lucky ones. He likes to take his time with the survivors, torturing them and seeing just how long he can extend their suffering before his new toy breaks. Vergil has scolded more than once for playing with his food, but he can never bring himself to deprive his little brother of his favorite treat.

[spirestar]

@heartinhands

Disappointment is a bitter poison. It requires hope to be born, even the smallest trace, and it siphons the life out of whoever it touches. Cam can't help but writhe beneath its weight. She'd never call herself hopeful--I've never had room for wishing things were different--but believing in her own abilities has brought her so far already. To hit a permanent wall now is--She'd rather Beowulf's shade had taken her whole arm and then some. Her father's books weighed heavy on their stolen borrowed mattress, yet another week of squatting in abandoned apartments in the wake of devils, as she pored over them. Vergil said he found something, had to meet with someone--And Cam was sure he'd never come back. It wouldn't be the first time he's disappeared.

It would be the first time since the last guardian tipped them off about the dead end they've hit: Crimson glowing, the whispering of a thousand year old sorrows and rage ringing out like a bell, cold air eking out from him until the monster cackled something wild in its death throes about it being 'broken.' Vergil's face had gone flat and sharp all at once, and Cam peeled herself off its corpse in time to force its not-soul into Rodon's hungry maw. That's probably the only reason she knows the whole story now--There are two halves to one key, the guardians will let him in only if he has both. But that's all she knows. Her asshole partner, as if, keeps the rest close to his chest. As close as he does his amulet and, well, Cam can't blame him for that part, at least. She really should've stolen it from him from the beginning.

When he came back, Cam tried not to look surprised. They've been stuck together long enough that she can see some things in him like that. When he's pissed, mostly, but when he's hiding something underneath it, too. Not by any real effort on her part, though. He's just like that to her. She doubts that goes both ways--Worked on acting like her usual disgruntled self as he tossed a plastic bag of food at her head ( not actually on purpose this time, he's just too damn tall ) and gave an uncharacteristically open explanation of where he'd been. Surprises, full of them, and then:

"You don't actually--" Dark eyes flash like hot metal, steely and molten with anger. God, she can't help it, but her voice stays even and incredulous, even if it takes all her effort. "Did you hit your head or something? You don't really believe some old, convenient fuck is going to help you, do you?" If she and Vergil were any less themselves, she'd almost expect them to start laughing in unison. She says convenient because that's what this dickhead is--Some man who shows up just when Vergil needs him, just when they've learned they can't open the tower themselves. She's sure she's heard him wrong. Is this why he bothered bringing food back? So he could get the few things he made the mistake of leaving behind and really disappear again? ( She expected it, but, but-- ) Cam snaps a protein bar in half and holds it out, hoping to force him to stop packing things while he speaks. The guy hardly fucking remembers to eat when they're not stuck together. Demon metabolism is insane. "Are you just gonna kill him when it's all done?" It feels beyond hypocritical to try and convince him not to take the chance on whatever deal the other man is offering. And Cam doesn't need to say Vergil has likely had the same plan for her from the beginning, if he even sees her as enough of a threat to need to get rid of her eventually. He can certainly try it.

If he leaves--So what? She has to tell herself it won't matter. If she can find the other half of the key, she might not even need him. A key means a lock and locks are meant to be picked open / broken. There can't be only one way to do it. She needs that portal, has to find a way to dominate Rodon's consciousness and destroy its will. If she can't then--then--What is she still alive for at all? Cam clears her throat before taking another bite of the bar and nudging a water bottle toward Vergil's side of the bed. Anything to make this a real conversation. Equal parts. Not just a goodbye. "I know that guy doesn't have the key piece."

[niuniente]

I love how DMC fandom is “Lol wow who fucked Vergil, he’s a dad???” Hey, I though the same! Then I realized that accidentally becoming a teenage father is more fitting to Vergil than it is to Dante. Why?

Because, as much as Vergil plays other role on the outside, he is actually acting on a whim based on his emotions and feelings.* Vergil lacks this self-awareness and planning up ahead, concentrating only on what he can get now. What is the short term pay off for this? I’ll go for it! Everything that happens to Vergil is from his point of a view someone else’s fault and he has done nothing himself, when he’s actively sabotaging his own life with his recklessness.

He gets an idea? He goes after it immediately, no matter the consequences. His mind is narrowly focused on the goal only and fails to recognize anything else.

Something goes wrong? No, it was not my fault, everyone else is at fault and made me feel like this, which made me act like that.

He blames Dante for being born and making his life miserable, when Vergil has actively himself acted on a whim and doomed himself deeper and deeper into the mess he is in.

He yeets himself into Hell at the end of DMC3 though he could have gone to human world with Dante and have the life he wanted with the disciplined work with himself which he is capable of, but his feelings were telling him to do the opposite.

He yeets his humanity out of himself (and proceed blaming Dante for his actions - dude, you had Yamato. You stabbed yourself, though I know you were dying) almost causing an apocalypse.

He resents Dante so much, blames Eva for forgetting him and favoring Dante in the demon attack that it doesn’t even occur to him that maybe mother was unable to find me. Perhaps she was attacked, even killed? The demon attack seemed to happen really quickly.

His demon awakens only due his strong emotions and feelings, and Vergil gets obsessed with his feeling and emotions so much that he does anything he can to get more powerful, logical or not, wise or not, beneficial to him or not. It doesn’t matter. He has a feeling and he must act upon it.

His feelings are shown on the outside and he doesn’t hesitate to show rage, anger, resentment etc.

So, in a sense, Vergil is very responsible, calculating and calm on the outside, but his true self is emotional, lacking self-awareness, going after imminent rewards and irresponsible.

Of course he would accidentally become a father as a teenager! Poor Vergil just seems to make a bad decision after a bad decision because he’s so controlled by his feelings and emotions, as much as he tells himself being the calculating and powerful Alpha Demon.

Now, Dante on the other hand, is the opposite of Vergil. He appears on the outside as a wacky-woohoo pizza-party man who doesn’t know how to handle money, and is irresponsible, playful, joking and doesn’t take anything seriously. Whereas you would find Vergil on a Sunday afternoon practicing with Yamato with a calm discipline, you’d find Dante eating strawberry ice-cream and drinking whiskey in his boxers from the sofa with messy hair.

Dante seems to act on a whim, but he’s logical, calculating and sees wide pictures, trying to be a one step ahead of others. He contemplates long term effects and how they affect others around him. He knew for years that Nero was Vergil’s son, being his uncle, but instead of acting upon this realization, he started to scheme how he could keep Nero safe from that information. In DMC5 he’s doing everything he can to subtly keep Nero away from Urizen and Vergil, hurting Nero in the process.

Where Vergil sees no fault in him - he is the Big Bad Alpha Demon after all - Dante sees that everything happening around him is somehow his fault and his responsibility. He goes to clean Vergil’s messes, when if you looked only the outside of the twins, you’d expect Vergil to be the one who keeps rescuing Dante from all the messes he has gotten himself into.

While Dante is very sensitive and emphatetic - he embraces his humanity more than his demon - he rarely shows his true emotions and feelings. His empathy doesn’t reach him and it’s said (canonically) that Dante is reckless because he doesn’t care about himself. He’s mainly concerned about others and refuses to do something which would hurt others, especially humans.

Vergil hides his reckless nature in the mask of coolness, logic and awareness.

Dante hides his calculating nature in the mask of irresponsibility, humor and carefree attitude.

*In astrology, this Inner Self vs Outer Self is explained with Sun Sign and Rising Sign. The Rising Sign is what people perceive when they see you and what you project on the outside. The Sun Sign is who you truly are, how your true nature is, and it can be extremely well hidden from the views of others, especially when the Rising Sign and the Sun Sign are opposite of each other.

[nightowlfandom]

Vergil Sparda x Reader x Dante Sparda (DMC5)- The Hunt

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...

“Are they arguing again?!“ You sighed loudly. “What is with them?” you groaned hearing the two bicker back and forth. “They have some big problems.” you shook your head watching Nico shake in her shoes. Poor girl looked like she was about to blow a fuse hearing the two brothers shout insults at one another. 

“I don’t know but if they don’t shut up while I’m trying to work I’m gonna-” she began, tightening her grip on a screwdriver. You instantly rushed to her side. “Why I outta-”

“Easy tiger.” you put a hand on her shoulder. “Calm down for a second.” you chuckled. “Maybe they’re arguing over who gets to take over the hunt for tonight.”

“Well they’d better figure it out soon.” she seethed. “Hearing them is starting to make my skin crawl. You’d better prepare too. You want you energy up if you’re gonna get me some sick parts.” she perked up a bit, which made you shake your head. “Maybe a discarded head or something?”

“I’ll do my best. What you got for me today, anyways?” you joined her behind the work counter. 

“How does a baseball bat with a bunch of devil-proof nails stickin’ out sound?!”

“Now you’re speaking my language.” you cheered. “Let’s see it!”

...(Meanwhile)

“I swear you always do this, Vergil!” a disgusted Dante spat. “Once again, you are trying to get in my way.”

“Excuse me! I think not.” the older brother spat back. “Don’t think I intend on backing off because of your little schoolboy crush.”

“Y/N would never fall for filth like you.” Dante snarled. “Just face the facts, man.”

“And she would be interested in you?” Vergil laughed. “You really should have been a comedian, little brother.” he turned his nose up. “Let’s face it, you aren’t on her radar of suitors either.”

“If that weird kid with the damn annoying ass bird can garner her interest I sure as hell can.” Dante snapped.

“Still one more person she prefers over you, dear brother.”

Dante resisted the urge to punch Vergil across the nose. The last thing he wanted to do was alert you or make Nico upset. “You don’t know her like I do. She’s sweet and kind and way out of your league. I’ve heard how she talks about you! She can’t stand you.”

“You don’t know that. She could be just trying to spare your feelings.” Vergil rebutted. Although there was a part of him that let him to believe his sibling was telling the truth. “She hasn’t spoken the highest of you either, in case you’ve forgotten. She always seems to comment on how immature you are despite your age.”

“I’d rather her hate me forever and avoid you than have you dig your claws into her with your tactics.” Dante hissed. “I don’t care if she doesn’t love me...but to know she would ever choose you over me...” he stopped talking. “Stay away from Y/N Vergil. I’m warning you. She’s young, innocent, pure. Unlike you, ya piece of shit.” he huffed one last time before pushing past him.

He walked back towards the van, huffing and complaining to himself. How dare that slimy asshole even think for a second he could get anyone like you on his side? Vergil must have been dreaming.

Or maybe Dante was just hoping he was. He was pleased to find you hopping out the back of the van swinging your bat. The look of pure joy on your face made his heart flutter. 

“Hiya Dante!!”

“Hey, Y/N! Excited for tonight?”

“Yep! You joining the hunt? I wanna show you my sick skills!” you played with your bat.

“You know it babe.”

...(Later on that night)

“Y/N look!” You turned your head to Nero who was holding a demon skull. “I’m here to haunt you!” He made a bunch of creepy noise and made it pretend it was flying.

“No! You’ll never take me alive!” You began running ahead as Nero chased you. 

“Grrr I’ll get you!” you could hear him behind you, laughing at the top of his lungs. You could hear the crunch of his boots against the ground. “You can run but you can’t hide Y/N!” You bolted ahead of Vergil and Dante, who looked less than pleased. 

“Nero NO!!” you laughed, hopping over a fire hydrant. “You throw that at me I will swing!!”

“Hey! Would you stop acting like a bunch of children for three seconds!” an annoyed Vergil snapped. “I haven’t the patience for your silly games.”

“Shut up, old man.” Nero caught up, glaring potholes into his father’s head. “Don’t get mad that I get all of Y/N’s attention and she won’t even look your way.” he threw an arm around your shoulder. “You’re just jealous she’d rather hang out with me than you.”

“How dare you speak to me that way!” Vergil began lashing out.

“Guys calm down.” you stepped between the two. “Nero come on, we have a job to do.”

Nero smirked at his father. He knew his old man had a crush on you. He thought it was pretty weird, considering you were much younger than him. He also knew Dante had a thing for you as well. It was exactly why he, Nico, and Lady made it a mission to make sure they wouldn’t sink their claws into you. (Not so much Trish...she didn’t care enough to interfere unless it affected you negatively...give it a few days....oops, spoke too soon)

Vergil met your eyes. You felt a bit guilty. You knew this was a big mission and you were goofing off with Nero. It wasn’t even that bad to be honest, he just hated seeing his...son...of all people getting close to you. Vergil instantly felt like a jerk. He didn’t mean to make you sad, he was just...ugh. Damn him and his anger.

“Vergil.” Dante made his presence known. “Leave Y/N alone.” he came to your side. “Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun.” he practically replaced Nero’s arm with his, swatting his arm off you. 

“Whatever.” Nero scoffed. “Come on Y/N. Don’t let the oldies slow you down.” he began walking ahead of you three.

“Hey Nero! Wait up-” You attempted to jog, only to be halted by a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, why don’t you walk with me for a while?” Dante began leading you down the street. “If a demon comes along, I’ll make sure to protect you.” He threw an arm around your shoulder. “I’ll protect you from the bad guys.”

“I can take care of myself.” You replied. “But thanks, Dante.” You shyly shrugged Dante’s arm off you. “Hey Nero! Wait for me!” You ran up.

“Smooth move, idiot.” Vergil smirked at his brother’s rejection. “But watch how it’s really done.” the cocky man walked ahead of his brother. “Hey, Y/N...”

Before you could fully catch up to Nero, Vergil stopped you and made you walk with him. “Yes, Vergil?” you smiled politely. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think I’ve have the chance to compliment you on your stunning good looks today.” he smiled at you.

“Umm, no offense Vergil but I’ve been knuckles deep in monster parts and devil blood, I’m the last thing you should consider stunning or good looking.” you replied sheepishly.

“Insecurity is an ugly monster.” he hummed thoughtfully.

“...I’ll remember that.” you felt the heat rush to your face. “U-um....bye now!” You looked at the devil skull on the ground. “TAKE THAT!” you used your bat to swing it like a golfball at Nero’s arm.

“HEY! You’ll pay for that Y/N!” Nero yelled, starting to chase you down the street. You laughed as you ran down the street. 

...

“ALL RIGHT Y/N!!” Nero thrust his fist into the air as you jumped down from the balcony you had been fighting on. 

“Thank you!! and FUCK YOU!” you kicked a random head sending it flying into a garbage can. 

“Not bad for a human-”

“NoT bAd FoR a HuMaN!” you mocked Nero. “Come on! We’re making great timing!!” 

Vergil watched you as you ran ahead of the bunch. You could definitely hold your own ass. You were truly amazing. When that demon had grabbed you and he was gonna go into demon mode to save you, before you he could even take another step you had already made it down. 

What did Nero or that V fellow have that you didn’t? Why did you enjoy being around him so much? He watched you two laugh at the top of your lungs. Damn, if he started holding your hand, he’d go ballistic. 

Meanwhile Dante was cheering you on inside. You could definitely keep up with him. Surely you’d be happier with Nero...he was closer to your age. He didn’t care...as long as you didn’t end up with Vergil. He’d forbid it.

Another bloodbath later and everything was done! You had high fived Nico as you hopped back on the van. 

“Could you drop me back home? I am in desperate need of a shower.”

“Sure thing Y/N!” Nico threw everything you had gotten for her in the workshop. “How’d it go?”

“Y/N kicked ass of course. I could barely get any hits in.” Dante laughed, plopping down.

“Keep up next time.” you shrugged, setting your weapon down.

“Your smugness will be your downfall, little girl.” Vergil scoffed at you. 

“You’re one to talk, Vergil.” you found yourself speaking back. The van had already sped off while you were speaking. “Every word out of your mouth is something smug.” you glowered.

“Watch it! I’m old enough to be your father.” he warned.

“Oh...I’m so scared...daddy.” you rolled your eyes.

Vergil froze. What the- How the- Why the...He didn’t even register the van coming to a stop and you jumping down. Dante on the other hand was green with envy. If anyone had a daddy kink it was him! Where did Vergil get off coaxing such a phrase from your lips! That should have been for him...now he was mad.

The van door closed leaving a strange chill over the older Sparda men.

“If you two idiots love Y/N so much why don’t you either team up or shut up.” Nico glowered, noticing how dull the mood was. “If there’s only one Y/N, do what siblings do and fuckin’ share already.” she huffed.

“Dude! Y/N isn’t some kinda toy!” Nero protested. “I forbid you two from going near her!” he tried to put his foot down. He’d be damned if his best friend be manipulated by those two.

“I’d rather die again than share with this...idiot!!” Vergil snapped.

“I’d rather die this instant!” Dante one-uped his brother.

...

The two practically fought to get to your door. Vergil grabbed Dante’s leg and Dante tripped Vergil in an effort to get to the door first.

You were surprised to see the two there, breath heaving. It made you sort of embarrassed to have shown up to the door in a bathrobe.

“Guys?” you raised an eyebrow. You combed your fingers through your hair to work out the knots.

The two paused. Your body was nearly completely soaking wet, so you obviously had just gotten out the bath. Having demon senses, they both could feel the warmth radiating off you. 

“Any reason you two are fighting at my door? My neighbors are old ladies, they could call the cops if you aren’t careful.” you joked.

Vergil watched a singular water droplet run down your neck and drop into your cleavage. Dante always wondered what your living space looked like, it was definitely a highlight of you from what he saw.

“Y/N! We have an issue....and you need to solve it for us.” Vergil coughed.

“Um ....okay?” you raised an eyebrow. “What can I do for you-”

“Who do you see as a potential romantic partner? Me or Vergil!” Dante finally came out with it.

“Pardon me?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“This oaf and I have been vying for your affection since we saved your life 5 months ago and you became a part of this little organization.” Vergil sighed. “Either you know and you ignore it or you’re more ditzy than I thought?”

“Vying, for my affections?” you raised an eyebrow. You suddenly hugged yourself, feeling very exposed. “Nero wasn’t kidding?”

“Nero told you!?” they both gasped in surprised.

“Yeah...he did. That’s why I thought he was full of shit.” you laughed. “B-but um..I guess not.” you giggled.

“That little-”

“BRAT” “ASSHOLE!”

You watched as the two began griping about Nero and how he couldn’t leave well-enough alone. 

“So...you two...with me?” you tilted your head to the side. 

“I’ve loved you longer.” Dante piped up. “When you uncle called me up to handle an extermination and you just hid behind a wall the whole time...how quickly you changed your tune.” he laughed.

“Well I love Y/N for the person she is inside! She has a pure heart?”

“That you can tarnish?” Dante fired back.

“BOYS!” you called over them. “I swear you two are more brotherly than you think.” you shook our head.

Suddenly, the phrase ghosted over their heads. 

Do what siblings do and share....

“Y/N...may we come in?” Dante stepped forward.

“We have matters to discuss.” Vergil followed.

Poor, unknowing, innocent you.

“Sure, just lemme get dressed.” you made room for them to walk in.

“Don’t worry, darling...this is strictly business between us and you.”

(Probably gonna do something Nero related soon)

[headcannonsbutwrittenbyasnake]

A bunch of Devil may cry!Yuu headcanons

Also this is just a bunch of random headcanons not really in any order

Imma say this outright Yuu is Dante's kid (I say daughter but really it could be anything)

When Grimm and Yuu first meant and Grimm spit fire in her face, Yuu keep smiling and was just like "Neat!"

Also almost killed Crowley at the entrance ceremony and got collared by Riddle

Genuinely thought Riddle was a kid when she met him

Is so tired with life... She went from dealing with her family's antics to now this world antics? Just wants a break

Yuu also has some of Dante's old weapons- and a few of her own

Agni and Rudra, Nevan, and a pistol her Auntie Lady gave her :)

Just kinda watches most things play out

Like when Ace and Grimm got into a fight, she just didn't do anything

"Ohh now this is getting spicy! Oh wait, they've burnt the statue..."

Instead of Yuu calling out to Deuce to stop Ace, Grimm did.

Doesn't know how Ace is still alive after getting a cauldron dropped on him

Ace also found out very quickly what a 'summon sword' was

"AH! What the hell??" "Don't worry we do this in my family all the time!" "What the fuck is wrong with your family!"

Lets just say the Adeuce combo is confused and scared for Yuu's safety

Now ignoring all of the main story stuff them finding out Yuu is pretty much indestructible even by half demon standers was a complete accident

During a fight, a spell hit Yuu and flung them through a wall

Yuu just stood back up and proceeded to beat the ever living shit out of said student

"Yuu! Are you okay?" "Hm? Oh yeah, don't worry about it. My cousin and I use to throw each other threw walls to see who was stronger!" "..." "..." "Well who was stronger?" " My cousin."

After showing them a photo of her, Nero, Dante, and Vergil they had some questions

"You are all just copies of each other." "Well Dante and Vergil are twins." "Yeah we can tell."

After a few more questions Yuu retells the family history

"So you're all half demons right?" "Right," "And you only just found out your Uncle was alive?" "Yep" "After he tried to kill your father a couple of times, and took your cousin's arm?" "Uh-huh" "And you are completely okay living with him?" "Yeah why?" "Oh great seven..."

After Jack joined the first year squad, him and Yuu became very good friends

"Yuu, please don't throw Leona-senpai," "No, he talked shit, now he gets hit!" "Count him lucky it wasn't the gun."

Deuce + Yuu = The "I have a single parent who I love and if you say anything bad about them I will kill you" squad

Yuu cares for Grimm very deeply and would absolutely murder someone for him (Watch your back Idia)

Yuu like Chen'ya just not the rest of RSA

Neige was to sweet and pure, Yuu just doesn't know what do to

Can and will eat Lilia's cooking and scare the rest of Diasomnia

"Yuu-chan! I've made you a meal, it must be hard living all alone in Ramshackle." "Oh thank you Lilia"*takes a bite* "How does it taste?" "It's fine, definitely not the worst thing I've had..."

Silver's in the background wondering just what Yuu's eaten (Hint hint: it was demon)

Yuu was on the street for a while and being desperate and constantly hunted, Yuu just kinda... Killed a demon and ate it... A few times (if V can do it in the manga, Yuu can too)

Malleus and Yuu are pretty close

"You are not scared of me?" "Well you aren't scared of me."

Over all DMC!Yuu is pretty desensitized to violence and gore, is blunt, but cares deeply for her friends and family

[honeydew-mel0n]

Can I request Vergil chaperoning his daughter at her prom dance? Thank you! 🙏🏼

So, remember what I said about writing a semi-soft Dadgil? I got really excited to write Dadgil (that isn't the fucking dadV sequel) and this concept is so funny to me but,,,,,, this was a little difficult. I don't actually know anything about dads, or prom.

But!!!!! Thanks for the request!

Dad!Vergil × Daughter! Reader (chaperoneing her junior/senior prom)

Last Dance of the Night

“Are you sure you can’t do it?”

You whisper into the mouthpiece of the phone, shooting glances up the stairs, being able to catch a glimpse of your father straightening himself up in the hallway mirror. “No can do, I know it’s really important, and I'd love to be there but- Hey!” 

You jolt back at the sound of your brother's voice through the phone, once again looking up the stairs to check if he heard the loud squabbling coming through the phone. He’s frozen in place, trying to assess something. Before pushing back his hair.

“Anyway, look Bug, I can't. I'm busy.” A sigh leaves your lips as your shoulders slump. “You’re useless.” “HEY-” 

You hang up, quickly dialing another number on the rotary. You listen to it dial, half expecting him not to pick up, but it clicks and there's a hefty sigh from the other end. “Devil May Cry.” “Hey, Uncle Dante. I, uh, need your help.” “What happened?”

You tap your foot on the carpet. “Sooooo, prom being tonight, I checked the list of parent chaperones who signed up. And…. Dad's name was there.” There’s silence on the other end for a good minute before a roar of laughter. “Please, you could show up for him, and don’t even have to stay. Sign in, then sneak out the back door. They’ll see that you’ve already signed in and won’t let him in.” 

As the laughter continues on and your hope dies, why did you ever think you could rely on your family? The hair on the back of your neck shoots straight up. Oh no. You slam the phone down and turn on your heel. Trying your best to pull a smile that didn’t show how scared you are. 

“Hey dad.” His face is blank, there’s no sign of anger. “It’s getting late, shouldn’t you be on your way already?” You nod, swallowing hard and trying to find an excuse.

“Just made a quick call to Nero. Big day, he’s really excited for me. I really should get going though…” He just nods, wrapping a lace shawl around your shoulders. You drop the nervous smile and a real one forms, his thumb rubbing the fabric gently. “You look lovely.”

“Thanks Daddy.” You hop onto your tiptoes, and he leans down just slightly. You press a kiss to his cheek. 

You slip out the front door waving a goodbye, knowing full well he was watching you from the window. It didn’t take much power walking to escape his view before ducking into your date's porch. Quickly checking to see if you were followed before you decided to knock. 

Their mom opens the door, a delighted smile splits her face. “Oh my gosh Honey! You look so pretty!” She welcomes you in, taking you to their living room. Quickly hurring off to get her child. Looking over their happy family photos you smile melancholy. 

There are loud footsteps, and your date stops abruptly, jaws going slack. “Wow…”

-

You both wave goodbye to their mom as you walk to the overcrowded gym. The staff stand in a row on each side of the door, screaming and cheering as all of the students make their ways inside. 

You cringe as teachers in their 40’s fake enthusiasm, their only real joy being that most of you will soon either be gone for the summer and the others leaving at the end of the year and be some college professor's problem. Your eyes scan the room before ducking behind a wave of people. “*Babe, what the hell?” “My dad.” 

Their eyes widen as they look through the crowd, finding him quickly before returning their gaze to you. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” your face warms. “I was caught up in the moment!” You two try to walk casually to a table and sit down.

God the decor was bad.

If you’ve ever seen the 70’s version of Carrie, where the prom decor was aggressively cheap and 70’s… That, but worse. The gym still smells like last week's basketball game, and no plug in air freshener is going to erase that. 

Kinda smells like your uncle's shop. 

You both keep your heads down. “What did you tell him?” “Last week I told him that I didn’t have a date, and that I was going with a group of friends because we all couldn’t get dates.” They narrow their eyes. “Babe, why?”

“He pretends he doesn’t but… he worries a whole lot about me. I knew he’d stalk you if I told him the truth. But hey, you aren't a boy, so maybe he won’t react badly.” Their eyes widen and you shiver, it’s that icy stare you know all too well. They swallow, before straightening their collar. “What about our plan to sneak out?” 

You look around at the four different doors. “We’ll find a way, give it an hour.” 

“I figured out a way to get out, but I do want to dance with you first. I just need to use the bathroom first, wait for me, okay?” you nod and watch as they walk past a crowd of people and seemingly disappear.  

The lights dim and time passes, things eventually become more lax. You wanted to move around to try and get a escape path (and to experience what you can of prom), but your date refuses to get up at all, especially to dance and make something of the time you have.

They clear their throat and start to get up, leaning down and whispering. 

And you wait. 

And wait, and wait. Maybe, maybe they did disappear. Looking over the groups and couples dancing, and those who were still sitting like you, they were nowhere. Not in here at least. You sigh, sinking down in the uncomfortable metal chair. 

More time passes, and nothing. You start to wish you’d just gone with some friends, maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten ditched and actually had a good time. 

The clock ticks on, and it's becoming more obvious that the staff are getting ready to kick everyone out. The D.J. has been playing straight slow songs for the past 20 minutes, and you’ve had to watch couples and friends slow dance together and two people get crowned king and queen.

You tried your best to seem happy, like you were enjoying yourself. 

Pulling out your phone you see a notification from your dates account. They posted 7 minutes ago. It’s a video of them and their friends fucking around outside of a conveniance store in prom suits and dresses. You feel yourself tear up, slouching lower in the chair. The lights and people become blurry, c’mon, you don’t want to cry. 

A hand comes to rest on your shoulder, you look over your shoulder to see your father looking down at you. “Y/n.” “Hey Dad.” You say, no longer having anything to hide. Not that you can hide anything from him for long. 

He takes the seat your date had, lips pressed shut in a permanent scowl, just like normal. It didn’t scare you, that's just him. “It seems your companion abandoned you.” You scoff, pulling up your shawl. “Yeah…” “You’re upset.” “That obvious?” 

You laugh at your own joke. If he’d been your brother, he would’ve laughed too. But he sits there awkwardly, not knowing how to comfort you in this situation. “They couldn’t even give me one dance before they left me either.”

The current song playing stops and you can hear a few people whine at the idea that the next would be the last of the night. 

A hand is extended to you, your fathers, he stands waiting. It's not an option, it's a demand. You take it, getting up and following him.

The song starts and he starts to dance, but you trip over yourself. Stepping on his feet several times. 

“Sorry… I forgot how to dance.”

Both remembering too-small tiaras being shoved in his hair, little feet with sparkly plastic princess slippers on his, and a random song playing in the background. Trying desperately to teach you how to dance after you’d begged him to. 

Forgot.

You watch him smile, just slightly. The darkness giving him the anonymity to do so.

He never did, but you had so much fun. 

“That's fine, just do what you used to.” 

You step onto his feet, making you move the same as him. A question burns under your skin before you chew your lip. “You’re not mad at me?” “For?” “Lying about who I went with.” There’s a low growl like sigh. “We will deal with that later.” 

You nod, not worrying about it now. Resting your head on his chest, closing your eyes, tears streaming down your face now... All of what happened melts away, the safety of your father makes it go away. He always does. 

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Could I have jkn for the valentine's event for nero and v? much appreciated moosh ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

Nero

J   :   JEALOUSY.     Is your s/o easy to get jealous in a relationship?

With his fucking insecurities? Most definitely Nero is the jealous type - even when he really doesn't want to be but he just can't help with those insecure thoughts and fear of abandonment about that one day you'll wake up and find someone so much better than him - someone...normal, and he's more than terrified of that possibility becoming true. However at the end of the day his worries are put at slight ease when your arms wrap around his neck and you pepper your sweet kisses across his cheeks that makes his inner demon pure out, he basks in your loving warmth. 

What was he thinking? This is you we're talking about, if you're unhappy he knows that if you'll talk to him about it and whatever you wish to do about that he will absolutely respect your choice no matter what. But until or if ever that day comes, he's going to make sure his damndest that you're the happiest person on earth - demons and the demon world be damned. 

K   :   KISS.  Is your s/o a good kisser? why / why not?

Kyrie was Nero's first ever relationship and of course his first ever kiss; and since then lots of things have happened like the two of them respectfully breaking off things when they finally had the freedom of discovering themselves after the fall if the order to which both their discoveries led to them both realizing that it wouldn't work between them and that fateful decision eventually leading Kyrie to Nico and Nero to you. So that being said...you're Nero's second ever relationship and oh boy does it show with how awkward the man starts out with trying to express any kind of affection. 

When first prepping himself up to go for the romantic approach when kissing you for the first time he actually does a pretty good job with it! He'd walked you home one night after a night out and seen you up to your front door. Doing the little nose rub thing he does when he's flustered telling you how much he enjoyed the night out with you, smiling like an idiot when you giggle and agree that you had fun too. With the nice gentle glow of his devil bringer in your hand he mentally tells himself to just do it, that it shouldn't be that hard - he's already done it a few times before, he's ready to kiss you! So looking into your eyes and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he leans in closer to your face, his cheeks growing hotter and hotter with each passing second and all previous confidence he had quickly tanking until he freezes in place inches away from your lips. Now you're used to seeing Nero red faced, the guy yells a fuck ton and when he gets pissed - he gets fucking PISSED. However seeing, this particular shade on his entire face is...quite hard for you to keep your giggles in at how fucking adorable it is and with a sigh through your nose does your lips meet up with his the rest of the way. 

Like expected those first few things are awkward and fumbled on his part but just give him time and he'll quickly find his cocky confidence more and more with each and every kiss until it's you that's the one who's hot faced flustered mess, which to Nero perfectly suits you. 

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N   :   NAUGHTY.   What is your s/o like in bed?

Same logic with K, however with Kyrie he didn't come this far and well sexual education wasn't exactly taught well in the Order so in this field he has absolutely no idea the hell he's doing so you're going to have to be the one to show him the ropes first. Nero is definitely a fast learner when it comes to learning new skills so everything you tell him (I.e where/how to touch, which fingers go where, good starting pace, etc) it takes him no longer than a snap for it to click with him and get you crying out for him in no time at all. 

Once he gets enough experience to know fully what he's doing he tends to like things rough and fast, instances he can get so lost in the moment and just...let go. However, of course the youngest Sparda can be definitely sweet and have absolutely no problem if you want to take things gentle for the night, spending up to the very early hours of morning worshiping your lips with the sweetest rock of your swaying hips together your flesh covered all sorts of filth and markings (mostly on you, on Nero his tend to not completely but mostly heal and clear up minutes after your teeth leave his skin) making the sweetest love like it was your last day on earth. 

V

J   :   JEALOUSY.     Is your s/o easy to get jealous in a relationship?

No, not necessarily mostly because of the Vergil in him saying that he doesn't need to, you're your own person and you make your own choices and you chose to be with him because you love and trust one another so there's no need to feel such foolish feelings about 'competition' - because there isn't one. But that won't stop our lovely poet from turning his summons on 'sore losers.' Speaking of summons, Shadow and Griffon since being tied so directly to V are the actual two to get jealous "On goth Shakespeare over there's behalf," ...and oh boy, there has been quite a few guys that have been 'barbequed' and smack talked (or had their car shat on like that one time) via Griffon and/or growled, chased, or almost skewered by Shadow. 

K   :   KISS.  Is your s/o a good kisser? why / why not?

Well yes of course, even though he doesn't have that much experience (both as Vergil and his during his own time since being 'born') but he's quite a natural talent when it comes to it. His lips were just made for kissing, being to full and lush, seconds after they meet yours it's just easy to find your mind cutting off and just how time seems to just stop as your head spins, his tongue gently wrestling with yours that you don't even realize he's stopped until he's pulled back with cold metal of his rings flushed against your cheek with a loving smile. 

N   :   NAUGHTY.   What is your s/o like in bed?

Given how fragile his body is he can't go too hard without over exhausting himself or potentially hurting himself, however, just because he doesn't have the physical endurance that the rest of the Sparda men have doesn't mean that can't fuck you to the same result; a fucked out satisfied mess. 

V is the absolute king when in comes to dirty talk like he uses that voice that you hear in game (ex; "pin em to the wall", "I taking my time", ect.) in bed and it's just 😤👌. All depending on your preferences the things he says can vary; to either the more traditional 'dirty talk' how slutty your hole is just begging for him to go faster with how badly your squeezing around his fingers - to more gentle praises of encouragement such as him telling you how sweet you sound and how good you're doing for him and that you can last just a little longer so both of you can come together as his arms wrap around your waist and his hands clasp your ass as he guides your bounces while you ride him. 

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