#ch: nero

[paranormal-potatoes]

i have a few Leona ideas kicking around my head, mainly about when she reunites with Dante + Vergil:

the earliest, she feels the rising of Temen-ni-Gru and being a curious teenager, goes off poking because it feels like her dad kind of. she manages to keep Vergil and Dante from really getting into it by throwing herself between them. idk, i haven't poked at this one much

Leona and Dante reunite between 3 +1 and she goes with him to Mallet Island and together they manage to free Vergil and then (literally) tear Mundus apart. when 4 happens, Leona is the first one to actually talk to Nero. also haven't poked at this one much

Leona reunites with Dante after 3 but years before 4. she goes to Fortuna with Dante and she ends up discovering Vergil in Angus' labs and between his poor state and Nero's near death experience, goes ballistic and goes on the warpath

Leona doesn't reunite with Dante until nearer to 5 and doesn't meet Nero until 5. she figures out who V is and has a breakdown and just. clings. this one has the MOST angst >:]

new one i came up with today. Leona goes to Fortuna for ???? reasons and meets Nero when he's like.... pre-teen/early teens. instantly recognizes him as family and decides to move there because she doesn't want to tear him away from his home but she wants to get to know him. becomes his guardian. reunites with Dante during 4 and finds Vergil in Angus' labs during/before 4

[shinigamihechicero-kun]

Como han cambiado en todo este tiempo. / How they have changed in all this time.

[toestalucia]

pacing back and forth guy who was already dealing with issues stemming from their father leaving & asking them to come to some fabled island now has to deal with issues caused by losing the people most dear to their heart. TWICE. bad

doctor quest u will always be famous

[flovverworks]

(guy who always get deep into media like this) its so over for me

[italiangothicwriteblr]

Haven’t even written porn for the ships yet but take this I guess??

NSFW below cut

“I’ve been thinking, and there’s really no reason this has to be miserable.”

Enrico hated that smug, self-satisfied note in Nero’s voice. Of course he would say that, a man with nothing to lose.

“I see no reason we can’t try and get along. Even if you don’t yet love me like a husband, surely we can find some common ground?”

“We have nothing in common,” Enrico sneered, but he was too exhausted to give it any real heat, “I hate you.”

“So does everyone else. But the thing is, they also hate you.”

With the swiftness of a knife to the heart, Enrico pondered the truth of Nero’s words. He almost shot back, telling Nero that he deserved the hatred he got, but…so did Enrico. As despised as the man was, he may be one of the only people to understand Enrico’s situation.

“You..aren’t entirely incorrect” he finally conceded.

Nero’s face twisted into that facsimile of a smile that always made Enrico shiver.

“Exactly. If you let us, I think we could make a brilliant pair. The usurper king and the despot duke. I know you have a thing for self-sabotage, but since we’re to be wed anyway, we should…take full advantage of the match.”

There was no mistaking the look in Nero’s eye, and Enrico horrified himself when the disgust he expected didn’t come. He took a deep breath, straightened, and met Nero’s gaze.

“Fine. If you’re suggesting what I think you are..let’s do it. No use putting it off.”

Nero’s face lit up with triumph, which oddly enough warmed Enrico’s heart a bit. Even by his enemy, it felt nice to be wanted, to be desired after what he had done.

If you looked past his personality: arrogant, rude, and greedy, Nero wasn’t even a bad-looking man. Soft-looking hair, long, thin fingers, and, Enrico noted as Nero stripped his shirt off, muscles all down his stomach.

Maybe a distraction was what he needed. This man was going to be his husband, after all.

Depressed, empty, and looking for anything to make him feel again, Enrico grabbed Nero’s jaw and pulled him into a searing kiss.

It wasn’t good, in the traditional sense of the word. He had only ever kissed men he’d been in love with—when he was a teenager, kissing Giovanni by the lake, his heart had fluttered with the tell-tale signs of young infatuation. Then, of course, there was Niccolo. The ecstasy born from the contentment and passion of being with your one true love was written into him for eternity.

He knew he could never feel either of those with Nero. But there was something in the way he kissed, harsh and rough, that was what he needed.

He’d already had the good fortune to marry for love. Why not try marrying for hate?

Every part of him rebelled at his being with Nero this way—kissing him, wrapping arms around him, pushing him back onto the bed—but he fought the feeling down. The disgust he felt slowly began to mingle with pleasure—an apt metaphor for the state of his life, he thought wryly.

“I’ll prove that you made the right choice” Nero growled, attacking his neck with ferocity, “trust me.”

“I’ve never trusted you, and I’m not about to start.” Enrico bit back, even as Nero was hastily undoing his pants.

Enrico wondered if he only felt so good because he was being touched by another human for the first time in months. The sight of Nero taking his cock out, which should have been a horror, made him let out an involuntary shiver of want.

He needed care, but in the absence of it, what Nero was offering would do.

Nero’s dick was…fine. Enrico hardly had a large catalog of reference, but he’d spent ten years riding one of the biggest cocks in the empire. And, gods, thinking back on it now, Nic’s hands on his hips while Enrico pulled on his hair, gasping for breath in the best way.

The fantasy combined with Nero’s stimulation was enough to bring him to the edge, coming with a muffled groan, biting his lip to avoid saying the wrong name. He’d never hear the end of it.

When he opened his eyes, Nero was looking back at him, smug pride engraved in his features.

“You see? I told you this marriage need not be a tomb.”

Wrapping himself in only a robe, he swanned out of the room, making his business there quite unambiguous to everyone passing the King’s chambers.

Enrico wrapped himself in a blanket, and turned over to sleep with tears in his eyes

[sunlightmarquee]

PROLOGUE FINAL - SEEK THE SUN

OST - Remnant

"Who are you?" Sabata demanded, pointing the Gun Del Hel at the black-haired girl. "Answer me!"

"Sabata, she just helped us!" Django said, putting a hand on his arm.

"After attempting to abduct you!" Sabata snapped, fury in his voice. "That's not something to take lightly, Django!"

"I'm sorry about that, truly." The girl said. "I saw what Sleipnir did to the Gun Del Sol. I had...hoped you would be able to purify him before he broke free, but he ended up being stronger than you. It's my fault Sleipnir destroyed it, and I can't apologize enough."

"Your fault?" Django looked confused.

"I was fighting Sleipnir and cursing the fact I couldn't use Sunlight to purify him." The girl admitted. "I said something along the lines of 'I wish I had the Gun Del Sol, maybe you'd be dead by now', and he got the idea of destroying it from my comment."

There was a long pause where none of them said anything. At least, until Sabata fired the Gun Del Hel a few times. The girl moved out of the way as quickly as she could to avoid being hit.

"Who are you, how do you know us and what the hell is going on around here?!" Sabata demanded, brandishing the Gun Del Hel towards her as a threat of attack to get her to talk. The girl sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"My name is Rena Penrose." She said. "I'm the Solar Child of this era, a descendant of Red Ringo. I don't have an epithet like the two of you do, but your stories have been passed down for some time. That's how I knew both of you."

She turned to look at the cloudy sky. "As for what's going on, the Immortals here have successfully blocked out the Sun. Sleipnir's the one who made the technology to block it out, so I can't use the Pile Driver or anything that requires the light of the Sun."

"This is truly a predicament." Master Otenko said, shocking everyone. Where had he come from?! "Without the Sun, it's a much harder time to purify Immortals."

"That's what Nero said." Rena said. "The Sun purifies Immortals, and yet they've made it so that they can never be purified. He's been scouting for the general locations of the technology Sleipnir made so it can be destroyed. The only other option is using the House of Time to go back to use the Pile Driver, which isn't viable..."

Sabata lowered the Gun Del Hel. "Like how this idiot was trying to use it to get the Gun Del Sol back."

"I really am sorry about that." Rena looked really ashamed. "I've been failing at my job as this generation's Solar Child, so I got frustrated and gave him the idea of destroying the Gun Del Sol..."

It was a somber moment for the four of them, until Django's head snapped back up to stare at Rena. "Wait, you said you're descended from Red Ringo! Does that mean that you're descended from one of us?"

Rena gave a small nod. "I don't know exactly which one of you, but I do know the ancestral line leads directly to Red Ringo. A-anyway, so Nero might be getting a little antsy that I'm not back yet. It's... dangerous to leave the City's safety without the Sun to protect us. It's not too far from here. I'll explain more later."

With weapons sheathed, the four headed towards the City. A small house stood at the outskirts and, while approaching it, the four felt a little fuzzy for a few moments before the feeling left.

"What was that?" Django asked.

"The barrier protecting the City. The Sunflower's having a hell of a time dealing with keeping it up, given the Sun is what helps it stay up...." Rena replied, walking towards the door of the small house. Opening it showed a quaint living room and kitchen double with a staircase leading upstairs.

OST - Desperado

The wood of the stairs creaked slightly as a taller male walked down them. Shoulder-length messy brown hair covered greyish-red eyes enough to where they looked menacing. His face was boyish but handsome enough, marred with a scar on the left cheek. Sun-kissed skin contrasted the look, making it seem like he was truly active outdoors instead of being a shut-in like his look seemed to show. He wore a long-sleeved grey sweater with a silver chestplate and black pants with a belt and several bags on said belt. On the right side of the belt, in a worn holster, was the remains of a worn Gun Del Sol that looked like it had seen better years. His feet were clad in grey knee-high boots that went over his pants.

On his hands were brown fingerless gloves and around his neck was a pair of goggles that seemed to have seen better days like the worn Gun Del Sol.

"A Dark Immortal!" Master Otenko said, moving towards Django. "Django-"

"Rena, I told you to stay put." The Immortal said, putting a hand on the top of her head. "You're just as bad as the former Solar Child. Running off without thinking."

"Nerooooo." Rena bat his hand away. "I made a mistake and I wanted to fix it! But are you doing better? Was the juice enough?"

"You'll have to ask Emily for more if she has any. I used the last of it before I got back from scouting. I found where one of the devices is, and if I can break it-"

"Do you seriously trust this Immortal?" Sabata asked. "He'll stab you in the back when he gets bored of you. I say we put him out of his misery righ-- Get out of the way, Solar Child."

Rena stood between the Gun Del Hel and Nero, arms raised defensively. "He's had several years to turn his back on us and the City, but he never did! I trust him with my life!"

"Sabata, you know not all Vampires are bad..." Django said, walking over and putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. Sabata glared at him for a moment before lowering the Gun Del Hel and holstering it with a scoff. "I'm... partially a Vampire, remember?"

"Don't remind me." There was a tone in Sabata's voice that sounded akin to guilt. "So, you found a device? Where?"

"In Sleipnir's lair. It's a two-day trip from here." Nero replied. "But I'm against the idea of sending the Dark Boy and Solar Boy to do our job. Rena, you brought them here with the House of Time, didn't you?"

"Yeah....?" She winced a bit as Nero bonked her on the head. "Ow!"

"I told you the House of Time isn't to be used like that! Jeez, don't you listen? You're as hardheaded as he was!" Nero sighed. "Guess we don't have a choice but to cooperate, then."

"One false move and you're dead." Sabata warned.

"Crystal Clear, Dark Boy." Nero frowned. "It's getting late as it is. I'm headed out to get supplies for the trip. Don't forget to ask Emily about the juice, Rena."

"....Okay." Rena, Django, Sabata and Otenko watched as Nero left before looking to each other. "Maybe we should head out. Don't pass the barrier, okay? We aren't safe without its protection. Feel free to use this time to get your bearings on the city itself."

"Sounds good. Django, Sabata, let's go." Master Otenko floated out the door. Django looked to Rena for a moment before Sabata shoved him out the door. It swung shut behind them, leaving Rena in the house, alone. She took a deep breath before heading back outside.

Tomorrow, she'd talk to Nero and they'd all go to Sleipnir's lair to destroy the first device.

[thirstdere69]

i got mentally ill for nero dmc in nov-december last year lol. here's my 2008 oc, beatrice, posing dramatically with him.

[avatarquake]

Mini Black Clover thought dump

Watched the Black Clover movie! Woo! Let me just say how I fricking loved that the very first person to give the 'three-leaf' salute to Asta was Nero. The whole damn movie was amazing. But that little moment was a tiny call-back to Nero's thoughts and words towards Asta during the fight against Zagred and it lodged itself in my heart.

Read Black Clover chapter 365! And boy, oh, boy. Seeing things through Nero's point of view, a whole chapter of Nero acknowledging the Black Bulls as her friends and how terrifying it was to her to lose them, after 500 years where as long as Prince Lumiere took down Zagred, she didn't care if she lived or died afterwards -prefering dying than living at that point, I'd wager- only for Asta to come into her life 'forcing' her to live again, to feel again, to realise that she has friends -something Lumiere had noticed already, asking to live with her friends now- and in the fear of losing it all once more, all over again, she calls out Asta's name, screaming it, Nero, Secre Swallowtail, who up to that point in time, has never expressed her feelings so openly, and does it with such despair, is a heartbreakingly beautiful moment and chapter.

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Throw out the whole inmate

Crossed out - Continued from ch.13 - Prologue

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A couple days later, Lucas stepped out of his cell, ready for rollcall with a more healthy shade to his complexion and a normal temperature. His fever, luckily, had only lasted a day or two and he had somehow managed to get through the dull but relentless routine of prison life. He had no idea how, though, as the days had passed in a thick fog. But now both his sinuses and his head were clear again.

“Feeling better yet, Varga?” Nero asked in passing. He didn’t stop, just kept walking, stepping past Lucas without so much a glance in his direction, showing that ultimately, he really didn’t care.

Still, Lucas answered like the good inmate he was. “Yes, sir,” he said dutifully, even nodding respectfully at Nero’s back, but he couldn’t help a, “No thanks to you.”

The harsh clanks of boots against the metal walkway stopped and the silence echoed within Lucas’ tightening chest. Shit.

Nero turned, slowly. Stopped halfway for dramatic effect, looking Lucas over, probably looking for signs of a fever delirium. Oh, if only. The only thing that might point in that direction was the bead of sweat now forming on his brow. Not enough to excuse the outburst.

Lucas, like all the other inmates, stared straight ahead, following the military stoicism of everyone else. Pretending very hard that Nero wasn’t glaring daggers at him and that while his neighbours kept their face front, he knew their side-eyes were on him and their thoughts were with him. And not in a good way. Out of the corner of his own eyes, he was very sure that he could see Nero’s lips twitch up into the most microscopic smile.

Two hands grabbed him by the lapels of his grey shirt, dragged him from his spot, fully ignoring his shocked protests, and with unnerving ease swung him full force towards the railing along the walkway. Or, more precisely, towards the floor below.

“No, no, wait, wait!”

His back crashed hard against the railing. And Nero gave him that final shove that tipped him over.

The pressure against his back let up, and his brain gave that full body jolt that he was falling.

But gravity didn’t take over.

He opened his eyes and let out a shaky breath of relief.

Nero kept him up, hands still snagged tight in the lapels of his shirt. Surprisingly, the flimsy cotton did hold his weight. And for once, once in his life, he was very thankful that Nero was so ridiculously strong. His legs still dangled over the railing and he hooked his feet behind the bars, just in case Nero did decide to let go of him.

His head tilted back and he looked up towards the floor under him. About fifteen feet down. Would this fall kill him? Crashing against the concrete below him headfirst? The distance looked brain damaging for sure. Skull cracking even.

Nero lightly shook him to get his attention and Lucas made a very unflattering squeaky sound in the back of his throat as he slid down a little further.

“I can only assume your answer means you weren’t fully awake yet...” Nero rumbled, not unsympathetically.

Lucas grabbed onto that ray of mercy like it was a dangling rope above a ravine. “Yes! Sir! I’m awake now! I’m awake!”

He sought out those cold grey eyes looking down on him, pleading without a word to just not drop him and please get him back up. Nero leered back at him, unimpressed, seemingly considering his next action. Then the fists on the lapels tightened.

With a swift movement Nero pulled him back to a vertical position.

Lucas stumbled lightly, glad to feel firm ground under his feet again. But before he could even fully exhale a breath of relief, Nero easily tilted him off balance again. And with another strong shove smashed him back against wall in front of his cell.

The force blew all air from his lungs. His back exploded in pain and the shock blasted through his entire body. His legs gave out. And Nero finally let go of him.

He crumpled to an unflattering heap, a hand to his chest. He couldn’t breathe! Like something had blocked up in that slam. Or his body just forgot how to go through the motion! He bucked his whole body, dryheaving. Wheezed, gasped, but couldn’t draw in any air. Only a sharp pain stabbed through his torso. He slapped a flat hand against his chest, hoping to jumpstart the muscles to breathe again and break the paralysis, thumped a fist against his sternum.

And finally oxygen spilled into his lungs with a heaving, stuttering gasp. He let himself fall back against the wall, desperately sucking in a next few couple of breaths.

Nero loomed over him, not helping the tension alleviate from his chest one bit.

“Get up.”

Not wanting to waste any precious air on empty words, nor wanting to waste precious seconds testing Nero’s patience, Lucas vigorously nodded. He held up a hand and shuffled to a kneeling position to push himself up. With effort. Pain crackled across his back as his spine straightened again and he knew that the lower backpain of dangling over a thin metal rod was going to follow him for the rest of the day.

He unfolded himself, carefully keeping himself steady with his palm against the wall, and pushed himself up. He tried to get his breathing back under control, taking sharp, shallow intakes of breath through his nose, interrupted every now and then by a hitch or grunt of exertion or pain. He bit it away and looked up at Nero.

“Straighten yourself up.” Nero nodded at Lucas' shirt that had come undone. “Before I have to write you up for breaking the dress code as well.”

Write up, beat up… all the same. But Lucas nodded shakily and obediently tucked his shirt back in. He glanced up at Nero for approval and the man simply nodded.

Then he turned. A ripple went through the half circle of the walkway as every inmate snapped to attention and pretended they hadn’t been watching all that, and Nero resumed the headcount like nothing had happened.

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[caitlinchom]

Nero

[Devil May Cry 5: Visions of V Ch. 19]

[paranormal-potatoes]

and, because my brain likes to mash my current interests together: some dmc characters if they were outlast characters

Dante & Vergil — The Twins. probably a boring answer buuuuuuut. could be fun

Leona (oc) — Eddie Gluskin. yes this is the idea that spawned the evil/dark!Leona posting. she would be so hot.

Baul — Chris Walker. this is entirely bc i want unhinged and violent Beona (Leo/Baul's ship name)

Modeus — Father Martin. kinda iffy on this but i think it could work

Nero — Pyromaniac. i don't have a lot of reasoning for this one beyond it feels right

Kyrie — Miles Upshur. i've gone back and forth on this, but it feels right. ALTERNATIVELY

Lady — Miles Upshur. the only part that wouldn't fit is the lack of fighting back but it could work

anyways i might come back to this. this mostly came about bc i imagined Leona as The Bride (instead of Eddie's Groom) and got lightheaded.

[shinigamihechicero-kun]

Interesante sistema / Interesting system.

Reina del reino del corazón, hermosa, santa, sabia, ¡¿que más puede tener?! / Queen of the kingdom of the heart, beautiful, holy, wise, what more could she have?!

Aunque aún es un poco torpe 😅 / Although he is still a little clumsy. 😅

[flovverworks]

anime in a little more than week rattles cage give me akira right away

[italiangothicwriteblr]

CoM + Shakespeare Quotes: Othello, 1.3

[sunlightmarquee]

Rena made a group chat to make information easier to acquire. Nobody liked that.

[mannequinreligi0n]

‼️ MASTERPOST ‼️

DMC

Vergil

A Beginner’s Guide To Pet Ownership

Nightmares

Sins

Ch 1: Forgiveness

Ch 2: Longing

Ch 3: Penance

No. 1 Party Anthem

Sidetracked

Dante

4!Dante Dating HCs

Mating Season

Nero

Two Pals, One Bed

Misc

How The Boys Eat Out

NSFW ALPH.

Dante

Vergil

THE EVIL WITHIN

Stefano Valentini

Siri, Play Beauty School By Deftones

RESIDENT EVIL

Chris Redfield

Metamorphosis

* WILL UPDATE WHEN FICS ARE POSTED . ALL MISSING FICS ARE ON MY AO3 *