#shiranyaaww

[lululandd]

Lulu this is random but just imagine Vergil trying to eat a spicy noodles but he is failing miserably but he doesn't want to give up because he is not the type to give up so he ends up eating those ramen in tears....

he’s trying so FUCKING hard

[thenightgazer]

Night, I hope you don't mind me requesting some Vergil x Reader, where Vergil takes care of her after she has to endure some sort of loss and ease her from pain? Can be nsfw if you want. I just want some soft Vergil....

Soft Vergil is always my favorite 🥺 I hope you don't mind with sfw and a bit of angst here (I blame you for showering me angst and now I'll get my revenge lol)

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To mortals, life is undisputedly short, which is why the value of life is priceless for them. It’s precious and beautiful, because every moment won’t last forever. As a person who knows how frightful dying was, Vergil understands that value very well. Death, on the other hand, is something that Vergil could never get used to. He was once the bringer of death, and yet no matter how much he witnessed the pain of death around him, it's still a harrowing experience for him.

Especially when it comes about his closest ones.

You can't count how many hours has passed since you and him sit down on the veranda, with your head resting on his chest. There's still traces of tears on your cheeks, and you swear to God that you've seen his eyes wet of tears just a moment ago before he hid the tears away. The sudden death of the beloved kitten of yours is agonizing. It's been hours since you buried the poor little thing, but the pain still lingers.

"I still can't believe she left us this quick…" you sob a little. "I knew she was sickly when we adopted her, but I thought she would get better as time goes on… silly me."

Vergil massages your back gently. His presses are full of consideration, as if he doesn't want to add more burden upon you. He seems to get lost in his mind. Clearly he's mourning too. You recall how he adored the cat so much even though he doesn't want to admit that. He didn't speak to her much like you did, but he took care of her, even play with her whenever you're not around.

"Death is… mysterious," he relents. "I learnt in a hard way that there are times in which we couldn't prevent death to come."

"But why Delilah?" you bury your face on his chest. "She was… innocent."

"Same goes as you pick the most beautiful flower in the garden."

"It's not fair. We were happy together just in a very short time…"

"A flower knows when its butterfly will return," Vergil gives a light kiss on your temple. He seems to have endured his sadness. "Delilah is in peace now. She will never be in a foul health anymore. You did a remarkable job to make her live in her fullest."

The excruciating pain in your heart is gradually dissolving as Vergil keeps telling you that Delilah's death wasn't your fault. It's an unfortunate moment in an unfortunate time. That letting her go is the right thing to do right now. You know that it's not easy for him to encourage you. The loss is catasthropically painful, yet Vergil is right. The memories of Delilah will be cherished forever.

"Thank you for taking care of her too," you murmur, wiping away your tears as you find a spark of optimism in you. "Delilah was always in her best behavior whenever she was with you."

He curves a sad smile, fingers tracing your cheek as he brings your back between his arms. He might not want to talk about his sadness, and that's fine. You know it better than anyone else that he need no words to express his feelings. He kisses you again, giving you the warmth and assurance that you will heal, eventually.

[queenmuzz]

26 and 28 with F!reader x Vergil, where Reader says both of the words to Vergil. Kill me with fluff muzz like how you kill me with angst.

“You’re really warm.” “Can I stay here tonight?”

Vergil cursed himself, as he carried your shivering body through the portal.  He should have known that the ice wave was aimed for you.  He should have known that Frosts were about to show up in that area.  He SHOULD have known that taking you along was an error of judgement.  HIS error of judgement.  And now you would pay the price for his mistakes. “You’re thinking too hard” You murmured between chattering teeth.  “Silence” he said, with no venom. The fact that you were still coherent to make a joke at his expense was a good sign, (although, if his brother with the single brain cell was able to do that on a regular basis, the bar was incredibly low), and he was slightly relieved.  When he had first picked you up, you had been so cold, he had immediately feared the worst.

But, your heartbeat was still there, and thankfully you were still breathing, if the puffs of fog indicated.  Without warning, without even telling his son or brother, only hearing Dante yelling “Oh come on, you’re gonna strand us here!?” as the portal sealed shut.  Vergil did not care.  The two of them, with hot demon blood racing through their veins, were more than immune to the chilling effects and were more than capable to deal with the threat.  You, on the other hand, with your weak human constitution, would quickly succumb to the cold.  He wasn’t familiar with first aid, but he knew that he needed to warm you up, and quickly.  He could deal with his brother’s complaining later.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he nearly kicked the bathroom off its hinges with his foot as he carried you inside.  You needed a warm bath, but...he looked down at you, nearly dozing off in his arms (Not a good sign, he knew that at least), he was somewhat hesitant.  You and him were close...but not that close, regardless of the insinuations Dante would constantly quip.

He pondered as he slowly let you down and turned on the bathtub faucet, what to do.  You needed to get warm, and fast.  But undressing you… even with your life in the balance, his sense of honour dictated that seeing you unclothed, without your consent, he hesitated.

Perhaps… he could find a possible way around this.  After the water filled up as far as it was safe, he picked up your nearly unconscious for, and after a murmured apology, he gently placed you into the tub, clothes and all.  At the very least, the warm water would not be a shock to your system.

Still, as you came to, you weren’t that happy.

“Vergil…” you asked confused, “what in the hell” you looked down as your sweater, now almost double its original size.

“You were suffering from hypothermia”  he explained, as confidently as he could.  “I deemed that it was necessary to get you into a warm situation as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, but my clothes and all?” 

“You were beginning to drift off, time was of the essence.”  Yes, that would be his official reason.  “How are you feeling?”

“Better” you smiled at him, “I can feel my toes again,” and as if to show off you wiggled your feet, barely visible underneath the soaked shoes you wore.  “Really Vergil, my new shoes!?  You could have at least taken them off.  I’m billing you for this,” you chuckled.

You seemed a lot better, with your sense of humour intact, so he thought it was alright to leave you alone while he fetched fresh towels (from his stash, he never would allow you to be forced to use his brother's), and after a bit of hesitation, he chose his own bathrobe.  

You were already out of the tub when he came back, and were in the process of struggling to get off your shirt, revealing a lot more skin that he had expected.  Hurriedly, he placed the towels down, and left, before you had even noticed his arrival.

He tried to take his mind off your nearly topless visage, but that led to the thing that caused this whole situation.  He should have been more alert, more cautious… more protective.  He sat down on his bed, head in his hands.  What would have happened if he hadn’t gotten you out of there in time?  What would happen the next time you went on a mission without him, or went solo.  The very thought of you laying alone, injured…

“Hey,”

He looked up to see you leaning on the doorframe.  You were wrapped up in a bathrobe that was comically too big for you, but there was a look of concern on your face.

“You okay?”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“I’m fine, wrung out my clothes as best as I could, and hung them up on the shower rod, hopefully they don’t drip too much.” You cocked your head, “May I come in?”

Vergil nodded, and you took a seat beside him, your hand interlacing with his.

“Thank you,”  you said quietly, as if afraid to break the silence, “I know I was really snarky about it earlier, but I am truthfully grateful.  I shouldn’t have been so dumb and got got up in that attack, I’ve fought dozens of those things, and they’re all so predictable.”

“It’s not your fault, the fau-” but he was cut off by your finger on his lips.

“Now now, remember what I said about things we can’t control, besides,” you wrapped your arms around him, “It's how you responded that’s important.” Hesitatingly embraced you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“You’re really warm.”

“Pardon?”

“When you were carrying me out of there, I felt like I was drifting off, even though some part of my brain told me that was the worst thing I could do.  But being held so close,” you snuggled deeper into his chest, “I could feel your warmth, and I clung to it like a lifeline.  It possibly was the only thing keeping me going...well, until you dumped me into the bath.”  He could feel a faint breath of a chuckle, followed by a suppressed yawn.  “Tired?” he asked, just the slight worry that the hypothermia hadn’t gone away. “A bit…” you admitted, “and seeing as I have no dry clothes at the moment…”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

Silently, he leaned back, pulling you gently onto the bed, arranging it so that you had to move as little as possible, your head resting on his chest.  It was a good arrangement, he could monitor your condition, and you can enjoy the ‘warmth’ of his body.  

“Thank you, Vergil” you whispered tiredly, and he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.  Surprisingly, it didn’t take HIM long for him to fall asleep either, each of you lulled to sleep by each other’s warmth.

[philistiniphagottini]

Emm... I hope you dont mind since i saw your request is open. can u do no.21 with vergil and f!reader? Thank u uwu

Nope, I don’t mind at all! It’s nice to see a new face around here. Thanks for the request, hope you like.

Number 21: Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain

"Thank you for stopping by. Have a nice day!"

A bell chimed as the door to the bakery was opened, the smell of freshly cooked pastries still lingering on your nose whenever you took a deep breath. You smiled warmly as Vergil politely held the door open for you, allowing you slip by and out the door. A cold breeze whipped by your body, making you hold tightly onto your jacket as you entered the street. There was a cool nip in the air and as you cast your gaze skywards, you noted the dark clouds that were gathering. It looked like it was going to rain soon.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Vergil joined your side and started to speak.

"Was that the last of it?" Vergil asked.

He didn't bother to wait for you to answer as he turned on his heel and started walking in the direction of your house. You were quick to catch up and fall into step beside him, rummaging around your pockets for your shopping list. You pulled the crumpled piece of paper out, unfolding it and scanning your list. You hummed as you mentally checked off all the items.

"Yes, that's all I needed" you replied as you stuffed the paper back into your pocket, flashing Vergil a wide smile. "Thanks for tagging along!"

Vergil only glanced in your direction briefly before he trained his eyes on the pathway ahead. 

"Don't mention it" he mumbled. 

It had been difficult to convince Vergil to actually want to come shopping with you. He never really liked large crowds or social interactions so it was a big step for him to come out with you. Though he had wanted to use Yamato to make the trip easier, you vehemently argued with him that cutting holes in dimensions just for a short cut was a little overboard when the shopping district was in walking distance from your house. Plus, transportation via Yamato still made you feel nauseous. You didn't want to bring up breakfast. 

The thought of food made your stomach rumble. You took a deep breath and the smell of the pastries you had just brought made your mouth water. You had brought a few goodies to have for your afternoon tea and you couldn't wait to bite into the delicious treats. 

Just as you crossed the street to the other side you felt a drop of water hit the top of your head. You stopped and cast your gaze skyward. Vergil had also stopped when he noticed that you weren't keeping up. He followed your gaze, tilting his head up as a drop of water hit him between his furrowed brows. He held his hand out as a few more drops of rain started to fall from the sky, a frown tugging at his lips. Rain had been forecasted for the day and you had come prepared for it. 

"Hold on, I got an umbrella" you said. 

You juggled your grocery bags around, freeing up one of your hands as you reached inside your hand bag. You rummaged around for a moment as the rain gently started to fall, coating the pavement in a thin sheen of water. You let out a loud and irritated sigh as you continued to dig through your bag. Where the hell was your umbrella? It took you another moment of failing to produce the item in question when you suddenly realised it wasn't there. It was probably still at home, sitting on the kitchen counter where you left it, adamant that you wouldn't forget to bring it today.

"Shit" you cursed under your breath. 

"Is there a problem?" Vergil asked.

"Umm...I forgot my umbrella..."

The rain started to get heavier and with a heavy sigh Vergil reached into his jacket. 

"At least one of us came prepared."

You pouted and you were about to argue in your defence, but were cut off by the sound of the umbrella popping open. You were quick to duck under it when the rain splashed against your skin, large drops suddenly falling from the dark clouds above. You pressed yourself into Vergil's side, trying to escape the rain and also protect the frail pastries from any harm.

Vergil didn't utter a single complaint as he held the umbrella over both your heads and started to walk. You stuck to Vergil's side like glue, trying to keep up with him and find shelter from the angry downpour of rain. The umbrella really wasn't helping and your arm and back were starting to get soaked from the water. 

"Vergil wait!" you complained. "Your legs are too long! Stop walking so fast!"

He noticed you struggling to keep up with his pace but he refused to slow down. He wanted out of this rain. Instead, he switched the umbrella to his other hand and used his free one to grab yours. You were pulled forward abruptly, almost causing you to trip as Vergil pulled you along, forcing you to keep up. You looked up to his face but he refused to meet your gaze.

"You're too slow" he muttered under his breath. "Wouldn't want your precious pastries ruined."

You smiled as you squeezed his hand. "Thanks Vergil. Hey, since you're being so nice, I'll give you one of my snacks when we get home."

Vergil only grunted in reply. Well, it wasn't a no. 

[devilswordvergil]

From the general section, no 25. Vergil/reader.

It's vergil who said that

Aii~ You really love the taste of angst, huh?

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

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Vergil can see the way they transform around their partner.

Having spent so long alone, Vergil has gained a sense of seeing the small things. Minute details others wouldn’t notice. This makes him exceptional at reading body language and facial expressions, down to the very glimmer in people’s eyes.

And the glimmer in their eyes was something that faded whenever their partner was around. 

It bugs Vergil so much. He’s not even sure why it bugs him so much. 

They laugh at every deadpan snark that he gives Dante, and he always admires the way their smile meets their eyes. The way their tone is always light and kind around them, cheerful and comfortable.

With their partner, however, things are different.

He notices how their voice grows soft, but not with a certain affection he’s noticed with other couples. It’s just... soft. Whenever they smile, the certain glimmer that’s always in their eyes doesn’t light up with enjoyment. 

This comes to a boiling point one evening after they leave with a small smile with no glimmer. A pot with too much water. A volcano about to explode.

“They don’t belong with them!” Vergil snaps his book closed. Dante prods too much, Vergil duly notes again. Dante is unflinching though, his brow quirked and lips turned down as he sighs at his older brother.

“Then who do they belong with, Vergil?”

It dawns on Vergil just then, a cruel silence following after the question. Vergil removes his reading glasses, hunching over his person and fiddling with the temples. For his sharp observation skills, he almost kicks himself for never realizing this piece of information. His pale cheeks flush a pink, brows furrowing with that specific notch in between.

“...with me,” Vergil whispers.

[blooddrop-palace]

96 with reader and Vergil pls

Thank you for the submission! I thought about this all day at work, trying to decide what my approach to this prompt would be... and settled with this. I hope it turns out good! (Also this definitely got away from me and turned into something bigger.)

Some context: Post DMC5, after Dante and Vergil have crawled their way out of hell, and just enough months or something have passed to where everyone isn’t a giant emotional mess, and Vergil is somewhat adjusted. 

96. “Please get me away from him. He hasn’t left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.”

It was roughly midnight, an hour before last call. Surprisingly, the number of patrons at the bar today was... sparse. So, after a while of neglect, you decided to check your phone. 

There was a collection of unread text messages. From an unknown number. You felt a little baffled as you read through them; the time stamps said that the first message was from 24 minutes ago:

23:23 >Nicoletta

23:29 >Nicoletta I understand you had given us this number nearly three months ago And I understand this is not the best opening message But I must request you pick me up from devil may cry

23:34 >Nicoletta I am in need of an excuse to leave the shop and even if I must endure your driving I would rather hunt down weak demons and pay you back in demon parts than to endure the rest of this night

23:38 >Dante has managed to inebriate himself into a terrible mess

23:44 >Please get me away from him.

23:46 >He has not left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.

23:47 >Which I understand may not be a surprising turn of events for everyone else. But I do not need to give Nero a reason to permanently change my status to deceased.

So, someone clearly had the wrong number, because your name was not Nicoletta, and you did not know a Nicoletta. You do, however, know a Dante. And of Devil May Cry. And you know you had left a phone number for Devil May Cry before, hastily written on a napkin, for the purpose of contact regarding a singular incident of being stalked by demons. 

You would never want to repeat that experience again. 

You do give Dante small discounts for drinks when he shows up, almost always with his friends Lady and/or Trish. 

Once, he had brought in a barely-legal-to-drink young man by the name of Nero. Most likely a relative. It was probably one of the more entertaining set of patrons you got to serve throughout the years. 

So, this stranger got the wrong phone number from the shop. You supposed this “Nicoletta” must be someone Dante and Nero both knew. This stranger also seemed to not understand how punctuation worked. Or perhaps they didn’t know how to operate their phone or something, since they apparently discovered punctuation later.

And the only thing you could tell from these messages is that the stranger must be a hunter as well.

You should probably set some things straight, and maybe, being the helpful bartender you were, offer some advice:

>>Good evening! I’m afraid I’m not Nicoletta, and you have the wrong phone number.  >>However, there should be nothing stopping you from leaving your drunk companion to his own devices by leaving for a stroll? >>It may be more preferable than enduring this Nicoletta’s driving?

The response didn’t come in until 00:02, and the response was... something...

00:02 >My sincerest apologies for having bothered you. I seem to have found the wrong medium by which I thought Nicoletta had written her contact information on. My brother is hardly the most organized person in existence even when he is sober. I will need to put forth more effort to find the correct phone number if I am to escape my brother’s drunken antics tonight. Your concern for my situation is touching, but I’m afraid it’s more of an issue of needing to reassure Dante the next morning that I had not simply left without a trace. Vexing. I will return to searching for Nicoletta’s phone number post haste. Have a good evening. 

Whoa whoa. What? First of all, this stranger is certainly a character. You had thought the previous messages were a little stilted and awkward to begin with, but that giant paragraph definitely gave away major awkward energy. You’re fairly certain even your grandparents wouldn’t write like that. 

Second, if you’re reading the context correctly, you have been messaged by... Dante’s sibling? You also never struck Dante as the type of man who would fuss over a companion being gone for a few hours overnight, but Dante had to be the most tight-lipped drinker to ever grace your bar counter. You knew very little about him when compared to your other regulars. 

Well, well. Dante didn’t owe you anything but you had something called curiosity. Besides, maybe you could save someone from their sibling’s drunk episode. 

>>Dante is your brother? >>Well, how rude of him to not introduce us. I’ve met Lady, Trish, and Nero already.  >>Tell you what, let me save the day: Dante can live with the idea of you visiting his favorite bartender, no? (And I do say so myself, since why else would he bring his compatriots here?) >>Leave him a note. Tell him you’re going to (Y/N)’s bar. You don’t have to drink anything but if you want something, it’s on me today.

Last call might be in less than an hour, but you knew how close Devil May Cry was to your establishment. 

Besides, your business, your rules. you could easily close up shop, grab a few bottles, and have a friendly drink instead of selling/serving. That’s one reason why you said it was your treat. 

A response finally came back:

>Anything might be more preferable to Dante’s presence right now. I will take you up on that offer, (Y/N).

So you gave him the address and directions. The last message you received back was:

>Dante insists I bring him with me upon hearing where I was going. That will not come to pass. I will arrive shortly. 

At 00:18, you had already bid good night to the last customer, leaving your establishment empty. At 00:22, you watched someone walk past your windows, to the door of your establishment. The bell jingled as your new customer opened the door to step in, and you felt surprise rise up as you now have a face to associate your stranger with:

Dante’s brother was undeniably related to him, and this solidified a thought in the back of your mind that Nero was indeed a relative, too. But many of this stranger’s features, though similar to Dante’s, were marked by a wary sternness. You can immediately tell just how Dante would be getting under his brother’s skin: Dante was boisterous and free-spirited. This man was anything but. 

“(Y/N).” He nodded politely at you. 

“That’s me. And might I get to know the name of my new customer?” You smiled, more than just your customer service face. 

“...Vergil.”

“Poetic.” You commented. You could recognize a reference to the Divine Comedy when you heard one. “Come. Sit. I don’t bite. So just relax a bit. I won’t doubt that Dante can be exasperating, though I have never seen him drunk before. Should I count my blessings that he did not grace my counters with his inebriated state?”

“Very.”

You reacted with your brand of amusement at how deadpan Vergil was. “Well, anything you’d like to drink? If you haven’t been turned away by the idea of alcohol tonight by your brother.”

“I haven’t partaken often, but anything might be better than the cheap beer Dante has around his shop.” There was a scowl in that tone. The distaste might have run deeper than just for the antics of tonight. 

You worked a job that entails learning all sorts of stories by those who deign to grace you with them. And you will admit, though you are never forceful, you are full of curiosity. 

Maybe Vergil would be willing to complete a picture for you, of the associates of the Devil May Cry. But for that to even remotely be possible, you knew one thing’s for certain:

You’ll need to become this one’s favorite bartender. 

Picking out a staple recipe from the list in your head, you began reaching for the vodka and tomato juice. 

It’s time to work your magic: this wouldn’t be the first ice-cold customer you’ve softened. Besides, they say a good drink can warm your soul. 

“Then how about we start with a Bloody Mary?”

[harlot-of-oblivion]

You reward yourself with some flowery goodness whenever you finish your writing

Me, showering the writing part of my brain with flowery goodness after a long night agonizing over my work:

But for real, you’re so right, Aii. I always have flowers at hand to cheer me up, and plenty of homemade flowery tea to brew for a pick-me-up uwu

[synchronmurmurs]

Vergil.. Soft Vergil. Yes... I've been reading fics with soft Vergil in it an I'm dying from it. Help me, sync

Aii omg...

No you dug this grave on your own, now you have to lie in it. 🤣 Bask in the Soft Vergil feelings. Think of how gently he’d smooch you on the forehead, so softly you’re second guessing whether it was him or just a breeze. Imagine those gentle hands, idly drawing meaningless patterns and circles into your palm, fingertips barely ghosting your skin. He’s not trying to initiate anything, he just wants to be in contact with you in some way, just wants irrefutable proof that you’re physically there, so you holds your hand in both of his and keeps grazing his fingertips over your palm as you’re both watching TV. He’s got his head in your lap, your hand in his, and there’s no conversation, no sound, save for whatever’s on at the moment.

Pure bliss.

[astral-space-dragon]

12, 42, 22!!!

12. Favorite flowers?

I absolutely love flowers that grow on cacti.

Ex:

22. Fictional Crushes?

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Come on, Aii. Even you knew the answer to this one lol

42. Do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically on the sofa?

Hm... Lying dramatically on the couch. On one hand, it can be seen as hilarious (to a certain red devil) on the other, I can just fall asleep on the sofa lmao

[justmaghookit]

sorry mags, if i have to see that then the world have to see it too..../cries in feels

YOU PUT THOSE FEELS BACK WHERE YOU FOUND THEM

[lululandd]

Vergil trying to computer? I dont know but he definitely has 20 years of technology to catch up. /shrugs

clicky clicky?

[queenmuzz]

Panic Vergil Panic Vergil. He will try hard not to overreact but he will ask a lot of question to the doctors, nurses and the midwife throughout the whole labour thing. Even if he has read all the books regarding labour in the Library, Vergil still found himself unprepare for the day

Vergil: Alright, I have the bag packed... Reader: Vergil.. Vergil: There’s towels, bathrobes, blankets, heating pad if you get cold... Reader: Sweetheart- Vergil: Water bottles, diapers, demon blood for warding off threats... Reader:.....

[ramblingrowan]

🔮 with everything will turn for the better? And Who am I? Sorry for asking both

Nah you’re good, Aii! Now, let’s see that the future holds for ya....first, I’ll ask the tarot your question....

The tarot say...YES!

If you are willing to listen...the answer you seek will reveal itself. This card embodies hidden strength and intuition. The key to understanding may only be found along the path of your innermost self. In short, as long as you go with your gut, everything will turn out for the better!

Now, let’s see what the tarot has to say about you....

Meaning: Courage, self control, strength, ambition, power, bravery, health, accomplishment through hard work, conviction, passion, determination, sincerity, willpower.

Interpretation: Find the molten center that will fire your courage, and then infuse it with wisdom so you can wield your power with elegance, grace, and precision. You’re in a very strong position in this moment of your life, showing perseverance in times of crisis. Just remember: steel is nothing without the power to wield it, and strength is nothing without the courage to employ it. And this can refer to the strength of the body or the mind.   

[devilswordvergil]

24 and 30!

Do you prefer AUs with the characters, or sticking to the original universe?

It seems like I like AUs, which is very true! But I do love sticking to the original universe as well. I think it depends on my mood and what content I want to put out. 

Do you write down all your ideas? What makes you decide to write one versus the other?

I write them all down usually! Sometimes tho they stay in my head. What helps me decide is how much content I have and knowing what I want to do. That’s why my two current ongoing DMC stories, HTH and LB are currently out; I know EXACTLY what I want to do with them and in what order. Even if writing chapters for certain things is hard haha.

[copper-wasp]

Your favourite kink to write and explore 👀

Hi friend!! Thanks so much for the ask!!

I definitely have... a lot of kinks, but I think my favorite to write is Daddy Kink. It’s strange because I never had this kink until a couple years ago, and only started exploring it in writing a few months ago. I think it probably just goes hand in hand with me being attracted to older men/characters, and I just think the dirty talk and pet names are just so hot to think about and write.

[blooddrop-palace]

148 Vergil and f!reader

(Thank you!!! And apparently I can’t keep anything within drabble length... haha. I realized halfway through that I really didn’t need to do elaborate setup every time I write these, but too late! I already got carried away! And I probably shouldn’t have written this until i was more awake but... what’s done is done! P.S. I am happy to take more prompts if you see any others on the list that interests you.)

148. Are we lost or do you know where we are?

[Note: idk probably not entirely canon, so insert this where you wish on a timeline. Pretend there’s some “bigger picture” problem going on in the background of this fic that’s keeping our hunters in town for a long time, like how the plot of the anime accumulated into one big thing. Vergil needs a better alias than Gilver for goodness’ sake. I hope my readers like or at least get a laugh out of what I chose for him. (I initially picked it out for a little special something else for another DMC project~) ]

You first saw him at one of your father’s fancy dinner parties. The entire back room of an expensive restaurant was reserved, and this was one of the nights where you had attended. 

This particular dinner party was simply another celebration of another successful quarter gone by for your father’s company. A blessing, seeing as something odd had been afoot in the city recently. Vandalism, reports of indescribable incidents, and even people getting hurt by what they claim were monsters. 

But this was hardly something quite on your mind as you mingled with the guests. 

Today, however, you noticed that there was someone new among the crowd. You would have remembered if you had met someone like him before: 

In terms of both looks and demeanor, he not only stood out but stood on top. Tall, ethereal, like moonlight dressed in a midnight blue suit. He piqued your curiosity both with his sharp demeanor and with his looks. 

Eventually, you had a heart-stopping chance to to meet this stranger, as your father noticed you lingering close, and beckoned you over with a hearty smile: “(Y/N), (Y/N)! Come, meet Caesar Redgrave. Mr. Redgrave, this is my daughter, (Y/N).”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Redgrave.” You didn’t stammer, but your voice came out just a bit meeker than you would have liked. 

“I believe the pleasure is mine, Miss (L/N).” Oh, he didn’t exactly sound the way you expected, but his voice was still lovely in its own way. When he greeted you with an open hand, palm facing up, you recognized that he wasn’t looking for a handshake, but something a little more... old school. 

And you fought a blush as your gingerly placed your hand in his, heart elated that anyone would be so gentlemanly to grace the back of your hand with a light brush of his lips. 

The blood rushing through your ears and the pounding of your heart drowned out whatever else your father was telling you about his new acquaintance. Something about new security detail. 

You didn’t hear much of a word as your head was in cloud nine for the rest of the dinner. 

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The next time you met Mr. Redgrave, it was less than a week later. You were stopping by your father’s company near his usually lunch hour, one of the uncommon moments where you would spend a brief moment of time in a day with him when your mother was otherwise preoccupied. 

Mr. Redgrave, dressed in grey slacks with a lovely cerulean vest over a white shirt, was just finishing a conversation with the front desk. It was the same front desk you were needing to stop by to let them know that you were there, so that they could page your father for you. (You didn’t want to simply barge in, being the well-mannered daughter that you were.) 

He wasn’t the only one at the front desk today. Beside him was another man, in similar clothing but with a red vest instead. They were undoubtedly related, though clearly with significantly different demeanor. The man in red was more lax, and didn’t bother with a tie as he left two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. 

“Ah, Miss (Y/N) (L/N). I hope you are doing well.” Caesar greeted.

“And the same to you, Mr. Redgrave...” You greeted back in kind, but your sentence tapered off as you glanced over to the other man in red, who was clearly related and probably shared the same last name. 

“You may simply call me Caesar. This is my brother, Anthony.” The introduction Caesar gave you was plain and simple. 

Tony smiled at you: “Just Tony’s fine. Didn’t know a fine young lady like you worked here.”

“Tony, use your head. Miss (L/N) is the company president’s daughter. Don’t let yourself get distracted.”

A small part of your heart sunk, knowing now that Caesar already placed that invisible glass plane of “associate via business” between the two of you. It’s a shame. 

But that didn’t stop you from smiling and telling them: “Just (Y/N) is fine. And no, I don’t work here. So even more reason to drop the formalities.” 

“Why, that’s very lovely, but also a shame that we won’t be seeing you around often.”

“Tony.”

“Right, right. Duty calls.” Tony shrugged and proceeded towards the door. 

Before he left with him, Caesar said to you: “Do stay safe. There have been... incidents of concern, about the city, lately.”

You couldn’t help but hold his concern close to your heart.

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Despite the odd happenings about the city, you paid them no mind, as the following week, your father hosted another soiree. This time, both Caesar and Tony were present. 

It became clear, early on into the gathering, that Tony was more of the social butterfly, whereas Caesar was more content to watch the crowds from the sideline. 

So, at the right opportunity in the night, you casually made your way towards him, stood by him, and smiled while commenting: “Leaving the tiring socialization to your brother?”

He hummed in acknowledgement. “He’s always so easily distracted.” 

To your slight disappointment, he did not look at you as he spoke. 

You fished for something to say that wasn’t too awkward: “Well, I suppose that keeps most of the more obnoxious attention off of you, doesn’t it?”

“...A silver lining, perhaps.”

For a long while, he remained a silent watcher on the sidelines. 

You were content to stand near him, unbothered. 

Eventually, he asked: “Do you not care much for these gatherings?”

“Not as much as others would think. Only when it suits my fancy.”

There was a long pause, before you heard him say: “Pity. I was informed by the company president that there would be quite a few more of these to attend in the near future.”

There was no further conversation between the two of you that night. But you wondered if that was a subtle sign of hope. 

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Some of the incidents in the city were coming and going. There’s been a few reported deaths. 

At one point, Caesar reminded you to stay safe when going about the city. This was said to you in the presence of Tony, who gave you some sort of look that you couldn’t place, before he glanced over at his brother with a sly smile. 

The next time you met the curious man in blue outside of a public gathering, you had managed to snag just a little of his time to go to a cafe. It wasn’t quite something you could call a date, but you secretly hoped it was one. 

You were pleasantly surprised, the next day, when you arrived to spend another lunchtime hour with your father, that the front desk manager informed you that a drink was left there for when you arrived. 

It was the same thing-- your favorite-- that you had ordered the day prior at the cafe.

Suddenly, for the next two months, these little incidents and your little cafe meetings became a common occurrence. 

Each time, you were able to further a little bit more conversation with him, and learn about each other more. You hoped that his rare little questions about yourself were something akin to interest.

So, you attended the next few gatherings your father had planned.

Each time, Caesar was there. Sometimes with Tony, sometimes without.

It was reiterated to you that he and Tony were hired as security, out of the concern of what had been happening around the city lately. That was about as much as you were told. You secretly wondered how he’d look when in action.

One time, when you mused out loud on whether or not you’ll attend the next event, he told you: “It would be a bit disheartening for you to miss out on it.”

The next gathering had a social dance involved. You usually avoided those gatherings, but you went with one hope and one hope only. You were not disappointed that day, when he took the time to ask you for a single dance.

You rather hoped this meant you two were quite close, as he hadn’t asked anyone else that night. At the very least, you could call what you had with him to be a friendship of sorts. 

But there was a little something that seemed... off. Something you couldn’t quite place your finger on. A mystery. You just don’t know what exactly it was, nagging the back of your mind.

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So came the third month, and this party was larger than the previous one. To your (hidden) elation, Caesar was there again. Well dressed as usual, you noticed this time that Tony was not there, even though it would have made sense for him to be present at such a large event.

Eventually, you went outside, far into the gardens, to catch your breath a little. A slight fatigue was getting to you, reminding you that this was why you only enjoyed such “luxuries” sparingly. 

Something nearby shuffled. It startled you. You wondered if perhaps someone at the party was already drunk and bumbling about. Deciding you didn’t want to get caught in a bad mess, you left to make your way back towards the building. From far behind you, you heard something loud: a noise you couldn’t place that sent chills down your spine. 

Should you investigate? Or should you run? 

Suddenly, you were startled when someone was suddenly beside you: “Escaping the crowd for a bit?”

“Oh!”

You didn’t expect him to have followed you, but something in your mind thought that it was very sweet of him. 

“Yes, I... don’t really fancy too many of these gatherings. I get a little too tired from them when they run for so long.” 

“Perhaps I would admit that I’d rather prefer being at home with a book on nights like these. But one has to go where work is...” He mused, and gently guided you down the path you were already taking, back inside but to the side hall of the building where it was away from the bustling main hall.

It was so rare, to have a moment away from crowds and public spaces with other people in it, to just be beside him. So nice, that you shyly admitted: “I understand what you mean. I usually don’t come to the larger parties, but I knew that you would be here tonight...” You blushed. 

You expected him to conversationally sidestep your little admission, but was surprised at how he seemed to smile a little, and told you: “Our usual little outings do always seem so short. It’s a shame we don’t get to see each other more outside of those, or outside of these bothersome gatherings.”

From where the two of you were, in the secluded hallway, where the closed doors led to many of the empty rooms of the building, you could still hear from the main hall, the clinks of glass and the dull hum of people talking through the soft music. 

You weren’t too far from the main event, but you were just far enough, that this would be considered a spot to the two of you, alone. 

You tested the waters a little: “I wouldn’t be lying if I said I wouldn’t mind finding more time to spend with you.” Anticipating his response, hoping that he was interested, you nervously chewed at your lip. 

“Is that so...” 

This wasn’t the first time you’ve seen his gaze grow contemplative. You’d seen it a lot in your conversations, as if he had something to say but decided against it. But this time, he didn’t remain thoughtful for too long: “You would be interested, even after my work here is done?”

You weren’t quite sure what he meant by that, but you were already kind of letting all of your thoughts out: “Of course, Caesar. Not just interested due to curiosity, but it’s been wonderful getting to know you. I really wouldn’t mind finding--”

You were surprised when he placed a finger to your lips to hush you. “No. That’s not... my name is actually--”

It was at that moment, he was interrupted by the tell-tale buzzing of a phone on vibrate. You were a bit disappointed, very curious and somewhat confused about what he was about to say. 

He answered the call, and in the mostly quiet hall, it was hard not to hear what was being said on the other end: “Hey! Vergil, where are you? There’s a small pack of trouble out here, and you’re missing out the fun?”

“By ‘small pack of trouble’, do you mean it’s something you could simply handle without me?”

“I mean, sure, but since when did you simply stand by to let me have all of the spotlight, bro?”

“Dante, answer the question. I’m rather preoccupied within the building right now.”

You suddenly realized something: Caesar and Tony weren’t their actual names. You didn’t know why they would be using different names, but somehow, that made things all the more interesting to you. 

“Oh. What kind of preoccupied are we talking here?”

“Just call me if you’re actually in trouble.” And with that, he hung up.

You felt just a bit breathless at this turn of information. “So...” You started. “Vergil, is it?”

“I hope the use of an alias for all the time we’ve gotten to know each other isn’t... an issue.” He stated. “I am being genuine when I say that... your company was always nice, and I was a little disappointed that I only got to meet you while I’ve been under the cover of work.”

“What is it that you do?” 

“Something related to both security and private investigation.” Vergil responded cryptically. “Though I will admit, I have been a little sidetracked from the job...”

“Is it me? I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t be keeping you from work...” You smoothed out wrinkles in your gown that weren’t actually there, nervously hoping that you didn’t actually have to end this conversation. 

“No, (Y/N). It’s fine. It’s nothing my brother can’t handle. If anything, I hardly think I’ll be required tonight. Besides...” He seemed just a bit sheepish, if that ever were an emotion you could place on him, as he continued softly: “Dante’s often telling me I could use a break and... enjoy something other than research and work...”

So, this was it. An opportunity. The mysteries may have only compounded somewhat, but he was offering you the chance to actually get to know him better. So you smiled and said: “Well, it’s not a bad thing. To go off track a little. Maybe even get a little lost in something different.”

“Well, (Y/N)... tell me, are we lost , or do you know where we are?”

He held out a hand towards you. You could decide where to go from here. 

“Let’s see then, shall we?” Was your smiling response.