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devilmayfamily · 2 years

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Baby's First Year

After writing Baby On The Way, I couldn't get out of Soft!Papa!Vergil land and I had to write something from Nero's early baby days. Hope you enjoy :)

The first year after Nero was born was complete bliss for you and Vergil.

Nero came out at a whopping 9 pounds, 8 ounces (~4300 grams). He almost didn't fit the hospital containers in the baby room which you found a little funny.

Almost right out the gate, Nero opened his eyes to look around, revealing bright pale blue eyes. With small white swirls atop his head, Nero almost held none of your traits but you were ok with that. His character would most likely reveal who his mama is.

Laying there in the hospital bed with Nero laying atop you, had you in tears. Not just from the pain that is child birth, but because this was your son. Your son who would be loved by you, his mama, his wonderful and loving father you got to call your partner, and his wacky uncle who sat just beyond the door in the waiting room.

You guys didn't have to wait long to take him home either, the boy being born perfectly healthy and more. Explaining a demon arm to human doctors was not on the bucket list for the day but Vergil took care of that.

Vergil laid on the couch with Nero conducting the skin to skin contact the doctor talked about almost every chance he got. If you weren't sleeping, trying to recover from the lack of energy labor left you with, you'd find the two asleep together on the couch, Vergil's book covering his face. Sometimes Vergil would wake to a blanket covering him and his son, smiling knowing it was you. There were many photos of this on your phone as well.

Once Nero started to crawl it was time for the weapons to go up. Dante's business building wasn't exactly baby friendly but that didn't stop the man from letting Nero explore every corner of the place. For his first few years, you made sure to have Dante baby proof as much as he could but nothing would prepare you for When Nero start training with his uncle and father.

At home in your two bedroom apartment with Vergil, every cabinet had a lock on it and Yamato stayed out of sight.

Nero loved Vergil's scarf, crying if he didn't have it with him. It became the boys baby blanket despite being a little too small to cover him all the way.

"I knew something about that scarf was going to be special," you say.

"Is that where his name came from?" Vergil asks.

You only smile, leaning into your boyfriend as the two of you looked over a sleeping Nero in his crib.

Nero began to teeth pretty early, sharp baby teeth growing into. You'd find many things broken and torn as if a dog had gotten to them around the apartment if Nero was left to himself even for a second.

You once found Nero chewing on the handle of Yamato, the boy giggling when you found him.

"Nero," you sigh. "Daddy put this away so you don't hurt yourself and yet you chew on it."

You pick up the boy, taking Yamato from him causing the boy to cry. In place of Yamato, you gave him a teething ring, the boy content with having something to sooth his aching gums once again.

There was a lot of babbling and cooing within that first year. Nero found everything amusing, especially his uncle. More accurately, seeing his uncle and father fight which sometimes led to Dante getting stab by Yamato. You'd covering the boys eyes and ears but he'd still find a way to see all the action.

The day Nero said his first word was quite unexpected. You had the boy in a chest carrier, as you, Vergil and Dante walked around a grocery store getting stuff for dinner. Nero was just babbling to himself until he finally said something clear.

"Mama"

You looked down at him, his bright blue eyes starring back at you. He slowly began to smile, saying the word once more while clapping. "Mama!"

You sat down in the isle and cried for a moment. Vergil found you on the floor thinking you were hurt only to be surprise by his son saying another word while pointing at him.

"Dada"

Vergil sat down and cried with you.

While at DMC, setting up the boys first birthday, you were surprised once again. You turned around to get Vergil's attention to help you with decorations. He was sitting on the floor with Dante, trying to coax the baby to walk to him instead of his brother.

"Come here Nero, come to your uncle Dante," Dante cooed at the baby.

"No Nero, come to your father," Vergil said.

You smiled, walking over just behind the boys to see who Nero would go to. Nero looked up at you, smiled and ran right to you.

"Mama," the boy said, hugging you leg.

The two devils watched as the boy ran straight for you, both smiling.

"Well I guess that settles that," Dante chuckles. "Mama's boy, just like his father."

Vergil pushed his brother over, Nero giggling and clapping his hands from behind you. You all laughed, Nero's giggles being so infectious, it was hard not to.

The first year after Nero was born was utter bliss for you and Vergil and that blue devil wouldn't trade it for the world.

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tanakavox · 2 years

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Little Hellion: The proud mother, and the frustrated uncle

Edits done by @thatorigamiguy. Thanks for that man!

Vergil stood quietly, overlooking the city from atop the tower. Rain fell from the sky, the feel of the cold droplets soothing Vergil before she did battle. Her eyes narrowed, a familiar presence before her and one that she had been waiting for. The fight had arrived, and she did little to hide a cold smile before addressed her adversary

"You showed up." She said aloud, barely tilting her head as she addressed her twin brother. Dante merely smirked in response, sauntering up to his older twin with a practiced swagger as he confidently swirled Ivory in his hand.

"And miss this party? Not a chance!" He stated confidently, before giving their soon to be battlefield an unimpressed look. “Can’t say it’s much of a party though…” Dante stated, dry sarcasm lacing his tone. No food, no drinks, and the only babe left being his sister? Talk about the worst party hostess ever.

“My sincerest apology brother, I was so eager to see you that I couldn't concentrate on preparations for the bash.” Vergil replied with her own sarcasm, though it lacked the warmth and humor of her younger twin. She still hadn’t turned to face her brother, causing some annoyance to perk within Dante. Still thinking she was so above him that she couldn’t even be bothered to face her own brother huh? For a moment, the thought of shooting his sister in the head drifted in his thoughts before he turned down the idea in distaste. Sure, it really wouldn’t have done anything other than mildly annoy her, but Dante was never the kind of guy to utilize something so underhanded like his usual prey did. But then again, if it did get a reaction out of her…

“...Nah” he muttered to himself. “At any rate, it's been a whole year since we last met sis! How’s about a kiss from your little brother?” He said with a cheeky grin, before he aimed Ivory directly at Vergil's back. “Or better yet, how’s about a kiss from this?” Lighting cracked throughout the skyline as Dante’s blood began pumping in anticipation for the fight. His sister obviously felt the same, before she began turning to face her brother as she unsheathed Yamoto in one smooth motion, her smile the same cold and calculating one that Dante had seen time and time again. But as his sister fully turned to face him, Dantes excitement turned to confusion, before his eyes widened in shock and panic as he quickly lowered his gun. This cause of action made Vergil pause, a confused look on her face at her younger brother's sudden change of mood.

“What are you doing? Lowering your weapon is poor form brother, and quite frankly even more insulting before the fight has even begun.”

"Poor form- Sis, I’ve known you and fought for you for years on end, and you’ve always been the cold and logical type," Dante began calmly, before pointing at her chest with an angry look on his face, “But using a baby as a shield? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

We see a small baby, barely even six months old with hair as white as Vergil and Dante, happily cooing and aweing as he waved happily at Dante. He was dressed in a onesie that Dante quickly noted looked very similar to his fathers Devil trigger form. Dante would have thought it was adorable if not for the fact that there was a baby strapped to his sister's chest. Vergil for her part, merely tilted her head to the side in confusion, as if to question what the big deal was which really only served to actually annoy Dante even more than he already was.

I’m not using the baby as a shield brother, such a thing would be in poor taste. Only the lowest of demon trash would ever stoop to such a tactic, and I assure you I’m above such behavior.”

“Then why do you have a baby to begin with?!” Dante shouted, his patients having finally run out as he was trying to decipher what the hell his sister was thinking.

“Oh, that’s because he’s my son.”

Of all the things that Dante had ever expected to hear uttered from his sister's mouth, the fact that her admitting such a massive bombshell was the very last thing that he had ever expected to hear. Dante gapped like a fish, his mouth closing and opening as his brian tried to catch up with the reality of the situation.

"Your… son?" He croaked out, his usual bombastic and confident tone gone as he spoke barely above a whisper. Holy shit, his sister was a mother. Holy shit, he was an uncle! In response to his question his sister smiled(she actually fucking smiled) a beaming smile so bright, that Dante swore that it could have brightened the entire darkened skyline with how bright and genuine it was.

"Yes my son and your nephew, regrettably.” She added the last part as if being related to Dante was more of an unfortunate circumstance than something to be proud of. “His name is Nero, and he’s about 6 months old. Is he just a cutie?" She cooed, rusting his hair causing the little one to giggle a bit.

The site of his sister being tenderly and caring was… an awkward sight if Dante had to be honest. Of all the people he’d know in his life, she was the last person that he would have ever expected to bare a child, let alone even be bothered to have sex. Which, now that Dante really thought about it, who was the man brave enough(or stupid enough) to manage to make such an impression that he got his sister into bed with him? Dante shuddered at the thought, before shaking those distracting thoughts out of his head before he glared at his sister.

"Okay, so he’s your son. That’s great and all sis, happy to have a new member to the family, but why did you bring him here to begin with?” Seriously, had his sister truly lost her common sense? This was no place for a child, even one of their lineage, and Dante could only dread what might happen if the poor kid gets caught in the crossfire.

"Well I certainly wasn’t going to leave him with a babysitter. Humans are oh so delicate, so the thought of leaving my precious hellion alone with one didn't seem practical. And the mere thought of trying to find demons to care for him, well…” She left her sentence unfinished, sneering at the thought of some demon trash even being in the presence of her pride and joy. As much as he hated to admit it, Dante’s sister had a point. A human not versed in dealing with demons would be well above their heads if trying to take care of Nero, and other demons… Well, better left unsaid.

“Besides,” she began with a proud smile, “This is a perfect learning experience for him, and for me to begin teaching him early!”

"Teaching?” Dante questioned aloud, “Teaching him what?! Vergil he’s six months old, the only thing he should be doing right now is learning to crawl and playing with toys!”

"Nonsense! Babies are like sponges, and if he watches me fight now, he’ll easily get a head start when it comes to his skills when he's older."

“What are you- Vergil that makes zero sense! He’s barely old enough to comprehend basic shapes, let alone keeping up with one of our fights! Where did you even hear that from anyway?”

“I read it on a mommy blog.” Vergil stated casually. “And I would put more of my trust into a woman who has 3 children then someone like you, my foolish little brother.”

Dante felt one of his eyes twitch in frustration, the beginnings of a headache coming on as his rage began boiling over at his sister's insane commentary. “A ‘“Mommy Blog?” Dante stated dryly, before he managed to calm himself and loudly declared, “You know what? This is not what I came here for, I came here to fight Vergil! And come hell or high water, I’m going to get a fight out of you!”

Vergil smirked, Glad to see that Dante had gotten his fighting spirit back as she readied Yamato into a two handed stance, “Very well Dante, let’s dance!”

Vergil was ready to make her first move, but hadn’t made it a single step before her brother shot his hand out in a stopping motion. Vergil gorwed in frustration, what was the problem now-

“Put the kid down first, Vergil.” Dante stated in a no nonsense voice, gesturing towards his nephew who was now staring at his mothers sword with wonder in his eyes. Vergil blinked, “Beg pardon?”

“I said, put Nero down Vergil. You might be crazy enough to bring your son to a fight for your own reasons, but I’m not going to fight you with my nephew strapped to your chest.” Dante stated in a hard tone, his usual enthusiasm for battle dampered by the fact that his sister was far too comfortable with charging into battle with her son strapped to her chest. At the mention of his name, Nero excitedly waved at his uncle, to which Dante awkwardly returned back.

“I refuse to do so. Should I let him just sit in the rain, then he’ll surely come down with some sort of sickness.”

That fact that merely bringing her son out into the rain at all would have increased Nero’s chances of getting sick seemed to go right over his sister's head. Or really the fact that the chances of Nero getting sick at all was slim to none due to their demon blood, but Dante was far to done with his sister's bullshit to really point it out.

"Then if that’s the case, I’m not fighting." Dante stated in a firm tone, crossing his arm. Vergil blinked as she processed Dantes statement, before she gave him a smug smirk.”

"Well then I guess I win then brother," she stated in a smug tone, causing Dante to give her a harsh glare back.

"Vergil you damn well know this doesn’t count as a fair win!” He shouted in response, pointing an accusatory finger at his sister.

"And I fail to see how it doesn't count. You forfeited the fight, meaning I won be default.”

“Because I refuse to fight you with a fucking baby strapped to your chest Vergil! Besides, didn’t you state earlier that you wouldn’t have used a baby in a fight?”

“No, I said I wouldn’t use one as a shield.” She stated matter of factly, before shooting her brother an unimpressed look “Are you even bothering to keep up brother, or is it too hard for you to understand such basic concepts?”

Dante felt the last bits of his sanity leave him at this moment, and it was through sheer force of will that he didn’t start wailing on his sister right then and there. Taking in a deep, steadying breath and counting to ten, he managed to grit out between his teeth, “Just… put the damn baby down Vergil.”

“I will not-”

“Vergil, do you want a fight or not?!”

Vergil rolled her eyes, before she finally relented, “Oh fine. But if he gets sick, I’m blaming you brother.”

Dante let out a sigh of relief , finally happy that his sister was seeing some kind of common sense. Vergil undid the straps on her chest harness, before lowering Nero down and wrapping him in a blanket that she had seemingly produced from nowhere.

“Now, pay attention to mommy my little hellion and make sure to learn as much as you can.” she said softly, as she patted Nero’s little head, causing him to reach out and coo at his mom. Dante could only roll his eyes at the scene, before he impatiently called out “Are we going to get this party started, or what?”

“Yes, I’m ready to “Party” brother.”

“Finally, so lets gets this start-”

Dante didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence, before he had Yamato lodged into his guts, not even noticing Vergil moving from her prior position.

“Fucking… cheater!” He ground out, coughing up blood as his sister gave him a disapproving look.

“Language brother, my child might catch on.” Vergil said smirk, before turning to leave Dante on the ground bleeding. The sudden physical(and mental) trauma had finally caused Dante to unlock his Devil Trigger, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be as psyched as he should have been. Dante was far more worried about the fact that his sister had a child, and the very last thing the world needed was another Vergil. So whether or not Vergil liked it(not that Dante liked it much himself, but it’s better to just go with the flow) Dante was going to be the coolest, and most supportive uncle he could be to Nero. For better, or worse.

“See sweetie? That’s what we call, “catching our adversary unprepared.”

…It was going to be a long eighteen years.

Idea came from this femVergil mod and talks with my buds about Vergil as a mom. That's it lol.

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