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[theh0lylyre]

That necklace... and a start of a love story 💘

(V x F!reader, friends to lovers)

yes this user starves for V content so she makes her own

I actually got DMC5 last week and V is so fun to play…. my favorite character is obviously not V 🫩

Also I might not post for a while. Uni starts next week, so I’ll be busy. Gotta pass before I get V’s ass. I’m sorryyy ✨

“V, I think this girl likes you.”

You were beside Lady and you guys were chatting. You’ve been wanting to confess to your long-term crush, the emo boy, the human half of Vergil. You both have been close friends but you’re afraid that V might not even understand how you feel towards him.

You didn’t expect Lady to take the first move. Fuck. This was never part of the plan. You were supposed to confess before New Year. Or maybe mutter out words during an intense demon battle to give him motivation. You both approach V, walking towards him while his back faces you. You were already very, very flustered. And what’s worse is, Griffon adds fuel to the fire.

Griffon is well aware of how you feel towards V, and he promised to keep it a secret. Now, he’s on Lady’s side this time. You wish a qliphoth root could just take you right now and seal you away forever.

“O-Oh! Right! She has a crush on you—“

“Shut up, annoying chicken!!!”

You shout at Griffon, making him stop instantly. You knew he was afraid of you, yet he still spilled the honest truth to his summoner.

V faces towards the two of you, eyes locking with yours. Lady smirks, and runs away.

“Trish is calling me. See you later!”

You wanted to slap her but it has sinked in, that maybe this is the day where you lose your very best friend. Thanks to some annoying blue chicken and a short haired girl.

“….What is a crush? Like you want to crush me into pieces?”

V questions, still looking at you. He notices your flustered, red-as-a-tomato face, and a slight smirk forms on his lips. Maybe he does understand after all.

“Ha! Q-Quite the opposite actually—“

“—Stupid chicken! Ignore him, V. I-I don’t even know what he’s saying…”

“You will pay for this, Griff…” are the only words you can formulate in your head. Your mind is totally blank, afraid of what fate has in store for you. It’s over, you think. You still try to think.

With the help of his cane, he walks toward you, your faces now inches away from each other. You can feel the heat from his body radiating.

“Tell me, y/n. What is this… crush thing…?”

“U-Um… Nothing really! I don’t know what—“

V starts to feel a little frustrated. You were quite the honest girl to him. He knows all your secrets. And what makes it even painful is, he holds the necklace you gave him tightly. You gave it 3 years ago as a gift, and from that day he never took it off. But it seems that he’s about to rip it off his neck. 3 years down the drain. Fuck your devil-hunter-in-love-with-an-emo-boy life.

“Aren’t we close after all, y/n? You don’t keep secrets from me.”

You felt a pang of guilt. You now think it’s your fault. For admitting your crazy feelings to Lady and Mr. Annoying Chicken. You should’ve just kept it inside. Until you can’t hold it in anymore. Regret has bloomed in you.

Suddenly, you feel a gloved hand on your cheek. It was V’s hand. He checks on your temperature.

“Are you alright? You don’t look well. You’re quite red, too.”

“Ah…. Yeah! J-Just feeling a little cold…”

“You’re lying, aren’t you? I know there’s something deeper.”

You stay silent. At this point, you are completely surrendered by his touch.

“Uh oh… this is getting spicy…”

Without a word, V snaps, and Griffon disappears in an instant, leaving the two of you.

“I do not desire to conceal this feeling any longer, either.”

He drops his cane, both hands cupping your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips feel soft against yours, and you instantly kissed back. You can’t believe that this boy stole your first kiss.

You both pull back, looking into each other’s eyes passionately. You did it. You finally confessed your feelings for him.

He suddenly pulls out his book, holding tightly onto the necklace you gave him, and reads one out loud to you.

“…I shall write your name here then. This is our book now.”

Little did you know that the poem he read was just one of the poems he wrote for you. Half of the book are full of poems about you, and V can’t wait to show them off throughout your brand new relationship. 🖤

[theh0lylyre]

Sparda boys as those cringe text messages! 💕

Is this a shitpost? Probably.

‼️ All images are from Pinterest!

Dante 🍓

Vergil ⛈️

Nero 🥀

V 📖

[theh0lylyre]

Short and Sweet! 🍯

(nero x reader, oral (nero is receiving), honey/food play)

something less freakier than that hair gel fic i wrote… but still freaky. first time writing for nero :) also nero uses sweet surrender here- THE PERFECT ONE 🫶

You have always been fascinated by Nero's prosthetic arm. It was a sleek, state-of-the-art piece of technology, capable of movements so precise and fluid it was often hard to believe it wasn't real. The gleaming metal, etched with delicate lines of circuitry, ended in a hand that could curl into a fist or extend a finger with the same ease as anyone else's. But it was the way he moved it, the way it responded to his thoughts and commands, that truly captivated you.

Tonight, though, you had something else on your mind. As you lay in the dimly lit bedroom, you reached out with a mischievous smile and playfully tapped the side of his boxers with the jar of honey you brought. Nero’s eyes widened with surprise and intrigue as he felt the warm, sticky substance spill out onto his bare skin. You have been hinting at trying something new for weeks, but he never quite expected this. He watched as the golden liquid coated his shaft, glistening in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you leaned over him, the jar of honey still in your hand. "Ready for a taste?" You whispered, your voice thick with desire. You didn't wait for a response before you lowered your mouth, your soft lips parting to reveal your teeth coated with the sweet substance. The tip of his cock met your tongue, and you licked him clean, savoring the taste of the honey mixed with his natural musk. The sensation was unlike anything he had felt before, the stickiness of the honey contrasting with the wet warmth of your mouth.

Nero's breath hitched as you took him in deeper, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, coating it thoroughly. The sweetness of the honey melded with his own saltiness, creating an intoxicating blend of flavors that had him groaning with pleasure. He watched as your cheeks hollowed out with the effort, your eyes never leaving his as you pleasured him. The sight was almost too much to handle, but he forced himself to stay still, enjoying the sensation of your mouth moving up and down his length.

His hand found its way to your hair, gently guiding you, but it was the subtle movement of his prosthetic arm that surprised him. Without conscious thought, it reached out to caress your cheek, the metal fingers feeling almost alive as they traced the line of your jaw. Your eyes widened at the contact, and you looked up at him, a question in your gaze. He nodded, silently urging you on. You took the cue, and your hand joined his, the metal and flesh moving in unison to cup your face as you continued to suck him off.

The sensation was indescribable, a symphony of pleasure that had him arching off the bed. The way your tongue moved in concert with the soft suction of your lips was already driving him wild, but the added touch of his robotic hand was a new kind of eroticism. It was as if he had two lovers at once, both in perfect sync, working together to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

You felt a thrill of power as you took Nero's cock deeper into your mouth, your cheek pressed against the cold steel of his hand. You could feel the vibrations from the motor in his arm as it moved, the subtle hum adding to the intensity of the moment. Your other hand reached down to play with his balls, rolling them gently in your fingers as you increased the speed of your movements.

Nero’s grip on your hair tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you worked him over. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil in his gut that grew tauter with each stroke of your tongue. The honey was a sticky mess, but it only added to the sensation, making his skin slick and sensitive to your touch. He watched as the golden strands clung to your cheeks and chin.

The room was filled with the sound of wet suckling and the faint whir of his arm's motor. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the rhythm of your mouth on his cock. He could feel his balls tightening, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He reached down with his good hand to play with your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he watched you take him deeper still.

Your eyes watered a bit as you took him to the back of your throat, but you never faltered. The sight of you, your mouth stretched wide around him, your eyes brimming with arousal, was almost too much to bear. He could feel the tension in your body, the way your shoulders tensed and your neck muscles worked as you tried to swallow him whole. The honey made your movements slower, more deliberate, and every inch you took was a victory.

The hand of his prosthetic arm grew more insistent, the metal digits tracing patterns on your skin that sent shivers down your spine. It was cold and unyielding, but it was his touch, and you found it incredibly erotic.

You felt Nero's body tense beneath you, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. You knew he was close, and you redoubled your efforts, your tongue flicking over the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. The hand of his prosthetic arm had moved to grip the back of your neck, guiding your movements with a gentle but firm pressure that sent waves of excitement coursing through you.

With one final, deep suck, you felt him release, the warmth of his cum filling your mouth as he let out a low, guttural groan. You swallowed eagerly, the taste of honey and salt mingling on your tongue as you milked every last drop from him. His grip on your hair relaxed, and you sat back, smiling up at him with a mouthful of sticky honey and satisfaction.

Nero’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He reached out with his human hand to wipe a strand of hair from your face, the metal digits of his other hand still resting on your neck. "Fuck, y/n," he managed to murmur, his voice hoarse with passion.

You giggled, the sound muffled by the honey that still clung to your lips and chin. You leaned back, licking your fingers clean one by one, your eyes never leaving his. "You liked that?" You teased, a playful smirk curling you mouth.

Nero nodded, still trying to compose himself. "More than I can say," he replied, his voice still thick with desire. "Your mouth... it's... fucking amazing."

You felt a warmth spread through you at the compliment. You knew you have always been good at giving head, but the addition of the honey and the involvement of Nero's robotic arm has taken it to another level. It was as if you both have unlocked a new dimension in intimacy, and you were eager to explore it further. You sat up, straddling him, and leaned down to kiss him deeply, sharing the taste of your combined pleasure.

[theh0lylyre]

Sorry no title or special emojis and stuff. I just wanted to share this because i starve for v x reader content. it's currently 4am in my country am i cooked?

This was originally YunaV (yumeship) but ok whatever

Every after tiring mission, V likes to wrap his arms around you from behind. Your warmth somehow can repair V's cracks, maybe it's due to the fact that you're considered a loved one to him. Dante and Nero? I don't know. Of course, it is a You thing to repay his affection. You rub soothing circles on his hands.

V hides his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, even if it reeks of demon blood from the hunting earlier. Trish and Lady watches the scene in real time, trying not to cringe. Besides, they have to get used to it— you guys are the only dating couple in the agency. You're practically in love with every form of Vergil. You say that V is the most boyfriend material one, so that's why you prefer to be around V more. You don't hate Vergil of course, it's just... he's different. And he's cute when he gets affectionate around you. Like, you're the only person he's comfortable with to do such things.

"Not the post-battle cuddling..." Trish teasingly says, whispering to Lady. "Let them be, they're adorable."

Meanwhile, Dante and Nero have a conversation away from them, trying to not interrupt.

"You did a great job beating those demons," V said in a soft voice, making you blush. You're so exhausted, but you still have the energy to blush around your boyfriend. "You too... especially Shadow."

Upon mentioning the name, Shadow wraps around the two, nuzzling against your leg. Griffon? Annoying chicken. You still love him though. You wish you could just throw him in the air like what Dante did, but V would probably get angry.

"What is this, a family reunion? We're always together." Griffon tugs at your hair again, making you whine. "Fuck you." "Woah woah woah, watch your language, V's girlfriend."

V moves to the front, to "protect" you from the annoying blue flying chicken. V strokes your hair gently. "Hey, her hair is not my arm." "Okay, okay, fine... Sorry." It's a regular thing that happens, and you're used to it.

"C'mon y'all, let's go home already. I'm starving." Nico shouts, from the window of the van.

"I'm ordering pizza," Dante immediately answers. "What the fuck? Order something else. Ask the couple cuddling right there what they want for dinner." Nero replies.

"Ah. I asked them... before the mission. They want pizza—"

"Dante. Don't lie."

"Um..."

[theh0lylyre]

Hair gel...?

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(vergil x f!reader, you using his hair 👀)

he cannot live a day without his iconic slicked-back look. but without hair gel, it is quite impossible to do so. yet, he finds a temporary solution for the day.

(OH MY GOD I DON't EVEN KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS)

💕 guys... take this as a thank you for my dante smut reaching a hundred notes. i am so shocked. thank you... 😭 this is very freaky i'm sorry please forgive me. also i just wrote this in 30 mins or something

"I don't have hair gel in stock anymore. I'd like to separate myself from looking like Dante."

"Uh...? Then buy some...?"

"I have a better idea. Come here, darling."

The next thing you know, is finding your bare pussy humping on his hair. Disgusting, most likely unhygienic, but your delicate and slick folds are so lubricated. You rock your hips back and forth, feeling all the pleasure flood through you. All Vergil can see is your ass, sticking out his tongue to lick your hole gently, the sensations overwhelming you.

"V-Vergil... Stop... licking me there..."

He doesn't say a word. You don't even know why you're so willing to do this. But shit, his soft, white hair feels so fucking good on your cunt. Smells good too. Fresh out of the shower. It's turning you on so bad. You can feel each hair strand rubbing your clit. Not too rough. The perfect texture. A texture that makes your eyes roll up. Having your juices on his hair for the day, just so he won't look like his dear twin brother. Ridiculous.

"Ah... 'feels so good... I think I should do this more often...." Embarrassing. Did you just say that out loud?

You cried out, feeling yourself getting closer and closer in each movement you make. You completely forget the fact that he's going to use your orgasm as temporary hair gel. God knows what's going to happen next if Dante finds out.

"Vergil... I'm gonna—"

Your words cut off, and suddenly your body jolts in loads of pleasure. Your thighs squeeze around his head, from the intensity of the orgasm. It was so much, so much compared to Vergil eating you out, or using his big ass demon cock. You've fucked him in his Devil Trigger many times, but your orgasms weren't as intense as this one. Your juices dripped down his face, hungrily licking some of it. You tasted good, faintly sweet. You can't believe that Vergil's hair did all that.

"You did so well. Thank you."

He squeezes an asscheek, making you whine and twitch a little. He stands up, collecting the juices on his face using his fingers, finally fixing his hair back to his usual slicked-back style. With shaky legs, recovering from your orgasm, he helps you stand up, trying your best to ignore the bulge in his pants. You know he wants to take you right here and now, bent over on his couch, but he really needs to head to Devil May Cry for something important. You pray that none of the hunters smell you from Vergil. Especially Dante and Nero. Ones with demon blood pumping from their hearts.

"I'll compensate you later tonight, darling." That compensation he's talking about? He might have you hump his hair again and finally, some proper sexy time.

And with that, he enters the portal and disappears like you didn't use his hair to pleasure yourself. Looking all clean and handsome, forehead exposed, thanks to you being horny as hell.

"...This idiot."

[theh0lylyre]

10 minutes!~

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(dante x f!reader, reader is a devil hunter too of course but you are in a relationship with dante, oral (reader is receiving))

💋 dante is stressed out before a meeting, but only you can be the one to relieve his stress.

THIS IS SO CRINGE but anything for the loyal Dante fans 🥰 enjoy~ also i love his eyes sm- I AM LOYAL TO VERGIL I SWEAR🧍‍♂️

Dante's eyes darted around his cluttered desk, his heart racing faster than a Formula 1 car. He was a man on a mission, searching for the elusive paperclip that had decided to play hide and seek at the most inconvenient time. His fingers danced over the mess, pushing aside crumpled pieces of paper, a forgotten strawberry sundae, and a half-eaten pizza. The clock on the wall was a silent yet persistent reminder of the ticking minutes. He had exactly ten more to get ready for the next meeting with the devil hunters.

"Dante, are you okay?" Your soft voice echoed through the doorway. You leaned against the frame, your brow furrowed with concern. You were dressed impeccably, not a single hair out of place, unlike the chaotic scene you found before you. Dante looked up, his cheeks flushing a shade darker than his coat. "Yeah, just...looking for something," he mumbled, hoping you couldn't see his shaking hands.

You stepped into the room, your boots clicking against the wooden floor. "You know the meeting starts in ten minutes, right?" You asked, your tone a blend of amusement and urgency. Dante nodded, his mind racing. He had never been late for anything in his career, and he wasn't about to start now. "I'm almost done," he lied, his voice strained. The paperclip remained elusive, like a mirage in the desert of his desk.

"Let me help," you offered, your eyes scanning the mess. Your hands moved swiftly and efficiently, a stark contrast to Dante's frenzied search. Within seconds, you plucked a shiny paperclip from beneath a stack of files. "Here it is," you said, smiling sweetly. Dante took it with a sigh of relief, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. In that instant, something changed. The tension in the room grew palpable, and the air crackled with an unspoken energy that neither could ignore.

Without warning, Dante's hand shot out, grabbing the back of your neck, and he pulled you into a fierce kiss. You gasped, surprised, but didn't push away. Instead, your arms wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer. The paperclip fell forgotten to the floor, unnoticed. Only a whirlwind of passion, the stress of the impending meeting dissipating like mist in the sun.

Both bodies collided, the desk creaking under the sudden weight. Dante's hand slid down your back, cupping your waist and lifting you onto the desk. The papers scattered, fluttering to the floor like leaves in an autumn breeze. Your legs wrapped around him, your skirt riding up. He felt the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "We don't have much time."

The urgency in your voice only fueled his desire. He kissed your neck, feeling the rapid beat of your pulse under his lips. His hands roamed up your thighs, the fabric of your stockings smooth and inviting. Your hands were busy too, unbuttoning his black shirt, your nails lightly scratching his chest. You had to be quick, silent, and precise, like ninjas in a library.

Dante leaned back, looking into your eyes, and whispered, "I need this, y/n." You nodded, your own eyes dark with need. You both knew the risk, but the thrill was too much to resist. With a swift movement, you adjust your position, breathing shallow and erratic. You could already hear Trish and Lady chattering outside.

He knelt before you, his hands sliding under your skirt, pushing it aside to reveal your lacy panties. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, your bare thighs and the hint of what lay beneath the fabric. With a wicked grin, Dante hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down, exposing you to the cool air. Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but you didn't protest, your legs parting slightly in invitation.

He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin, and took a long, lingering lick from the base of your thigh to your clit. You gasped, your hips jerking upwards. The devil hunter took his time, savoring your sweetness and the way you quivered under his touch. His tongue danced around you, teasing and tasting, until you were moaning softly. He could feel the heat of your arousal, the way you grew wetter with every stroke.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as you struggled to keep your voice down. Dante knew he had you on the edge and didn't hold back. He buried his face between your thighs, his tongue working you in a rhythm that mirrored the ticking clock on the wall. Your moans grew louder, your body tensing. He could feel your orgasm building, the way you tightened around his mouth. And when you came, it was a silent explosion of pleasure, your body arching and your eyes squeezed shut.

For a moment, you remained frozen, panting and trembling. Then, with a grin, Dante stood up, straightening his coat and smoothing out his shirt. "Now, I think I'm ready for that meeting," he said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. You slid off the desk, adjusting your own clothing with shaky hands.

[theh0lylyre]

"I do know that I love you."

Part 2

💕 read part 1 here

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(vergil and you are college students (demonic research majors), f!reader, friends to lovers, dante is evil (surprise!!))

ps. thank you for reading my very shitty fanfic 🥹 i just HAD to make dante the evil and power hungry twin because i felt like it

He had always been taught that love between a demon and a human was forbidden, that it would only lead to pain and destruction. But as he watched the shadows dance, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps the stories were wrong.

Days turned into weeks as Vergil trained tirelessly, pushing his limits, trying to tame the beast within. His progress was slow, but he felt the change in him, the burgeoning power that grew more manageable with each passing day. Yet, the fear remained—fear of losing control, fear of losing you.

One evening, as he left the training grounds, sweat-soaked and exhausted, he found you waiting for him. Your eyes searched his, filled with a mix of worry and hope. "I know what you're going through," you said, your voice a gentle caress in the night air. "I see the way you look at me, the way you fight to keep the shadows at bay."

He sighed, his shoulders dropping. "I don't want to hurt you," he confessed, the words raw and painful.

You took his hand in yours, your grip firm and unyielding. "You won't," you said with certainty. "Because I trust you. And I love you, Vergil. All of you."

The declaration washed over him like a warm embrace, filling the cracks in his soul with a light he hadn't known in centuries. He knew then that he couldn't keep you in the dark any longer. He had to tell you everything—his fears, his hopes, his love.

The next day, as the moon cast long shadows across the academy's lawn, he gathered his courage and took you aside. "Y/n," he began, his voice trembling, "there's something else I need to tell you."

Your gaze was steady, filled with a trust that humbled him. "I'm listening," you said.

And so he told you about the prophecy that had followed him his entire life, the one that spoke of a half-demon who would either bring peace to the realms or plunge them into eternal darkness. "I'm not just any half-demon," he finished, his eyes searching yours for a hint of the fear he expected to find. "I'm the one they speak of in whispers, the one who could change everything."

For a moment, you were silent, digesting the gravity of his words. Then, you leaned in and kissed him, your touch filled with a fierce determination. "Then we'll change it together," you whispered against his lips. "We'll rewrite our own destiny."

And in that moment, Vergil realized that with you by his side, he had found the strength to face his fears. Together, you could conquer the shadows that loomed over both, turning the pages of fate into a story of love and triumph.

The journey was far from easy. There were whispers in the hallways, glances filled with doubt and suspicion. But as you both grew closer, as you faced each challenge hand in hand, the whispers grew quieter, the glances less frequent.

Your love became a beacon, a testament to the power of understanding and acceptance. And as you continued to learn and grow, both as students and as a couple, the academy began to see them not as a cautionary tale, but as an inspiration.

Vergil's control over his powers grew stronger, and with it, his resolve to create a future where humans and demons could live side by side, free from fear and prejudice. And you became his rock, his light in the darkness, the one who saw not a monster, but a soul worthy of love.

The shadows still called to him, whispering of power and dominion. But with you, he had found a reason to resist their siren song. Together, you would forge a new path, a brighter future, one where love truly had the power to conquer all.

And as they stood on the precipice of graduation, the world watched with bated breath, hoping that their love could indeed change the course of destiny. But fate had one more test in store for you.

Suddenly, as Vergil and you were leaving a lecture, he caught sight of his twin brother, Dante, in the distant crowd. His heart sank—Dante was the living embodiment of the darkness he struggled to control, the mirror that reflected all the fear and anger he had worked so hard to suppress. Without missing a beat, he pulled you into a hidden corner, his eyes never leaving the figure that seemed to be watching them with a cold, predatory gaze.

You, feeling his sudden tension, looked up at him with concern. "Vergil, what's wrong?"

He kept his voice low, his eyes still on Dante. "It's him. We have to go."

You searched the crowd, your heart racing as you finally spotted the figure of his twin. "Why?" You whispered, fear seeping into your voice. "What does he want?"

Vergil's jaw clenched. "I don't know," he murmured. "But we can't let him near you."

Together, you retreated into the shadows, Vergil's demonic instincts guiding through the maze of the academy. He could feel the eyes of his classmates and professors on both of you, but all he could focus on was keeping you safe. Dante had always resented him for being born with the weaker half of their demonic power, for being the one chosen to walk the path of peace.

The corridors grew quieter as you both moved away from the bustle of the academy, the air thick with tension. Vergil could feel his demonic energy rising, the shadows around you shifting restlessly. But he kept it in check, refusing to let it show. Not here, not now.

As you reached the safety of your dorm room, he finally turned to you, his eyes haunted. "I'm sorry," he said. "I never wanted you to get involved in this."

Your eyes searched his, filled with a mix of confusion and determination. "But I am," you said, taking his hand. "And I'm not going anywhere."

The bond between you grew stronger in the face of adversity, the love a bastion against the gathering storm. But the question remained: what did Dante want, and how far would he go to claim the power that he believed was rightfully his?

The days grew shorter, the nights colder, as the end of the semester approached. Vergil and you remained vigilant, always watching for any sign of Dante's presence. You both knew he was out there, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And then, one fateful evening, it happened. As they walked back from the library, a figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking their path. It was Dante, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Brother," he sneered. "You've been hiding from me."

Vergil stepped in front of you, his hand tightening around yours. "What do you want?"

Dante smirked. "What every demon wants," he said, his voice a low growl. "Power. And I know you've been keeping something from me."

Vergil felt his heart race, his demonic instincts screaming at him to attack. But he forced himself to remain calm, to protect you at all costs. "Leave us alone," he warned, his eyes flashing with a hint of the fire that lay dormant within.

But Dante was not so easily deterred. He stepped closer, his own power coiling around him like a serpent. "You're a fool," he spat. "Choosing a human over our legacy. But I won't let you stand in my way any longer."

And with that, the fight began—a dance of shadows and fire, a clash of wills that echoed through the night. Vergil's love for you fueled his every move, his fear for your safety a constant reminder of what was at stake.

As the battle raged on, the academy's security forces descended upon them, drawn by the commotion. But they were no match for the brothers' power. The air grew thick with the scent of brimstone and ozone, the ground trembling beneath their feet.

[theh0lylyre]

"I do know that I love you."

💕read part 2 here

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(vergil and you are college students (demonic research majors), f!reader, friends to lovers)

ps. hi guys.... um... this is my first time posting on tumblr, not really familiar with it. i joined the DMC fandom 3 months ago... obviously i've been obsessed with verg lately. enjoy!

also, sorry if this is ass... i'll make a part 2 if this doesn't flop 🥹

The college quad was a patchwork of shadows and moonlit cobblestone as Vergil, his half-demon eyes reflecting the night's glow, strolled through it. He had always felt a strange kinship with the shadows, as if they understood his dual nature better than anyone else ever could.

A sudden laughter echoed through the silence, and Vergil's ears twitched. He knew that sound. It was you, the human girl who sat next to him in his ancient texts class. Your laugh was like a cool breeze through the stifling library stacks, a stark contrast to the heavy tomes that spoke of his ancestors' battles and conquests.

Turning the corner, he saw you, surrounded by a group of friends, all of them fully human. They were playing a game, their faces alight with joy and excitement. Your cheeks were flushed from the chilly evening air, your hair bouncing as you moved, and you looked more alive than any of the ancient spirits he had studied.

For a moment, Vergil felt an intense pang of envy. He had always kept his distance from humans, aware of the risks his kind posed to them. But watching you, he couldn't help but feel a yearning for the warmth and camaraderie that seemed to come so easily to you.

He approached, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. As he neared, you looked up and your eyes meet. Your smile widened, and you waved him over. "Vergil!" you called out, your voice tinged with surprise and delight. "You're actually joining us?"

The game was simple: a round of truth or dare. Vergil felt a peculiar sensation in his chest as your hand brushed against his when it was his turn. It was electric, and he knew that this simple touch had the power to change everything. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the whispers of his demonic heritage urging him to claim you as his own.

The group grew quiet as they awaited his response. He could feel their curious gazes on him, wondering what secrets he held in his half-human heart. But all he could think about was the dare that was forming in his mind, one that might bring him closer to you or push you away forever.

"I dare you," he began, his voice steady despite his racing pulse, "to dance with me."

Your eyes widened, and you glanced around at your friends, who were now grinning mischievously. "Okay," you said, taking his hand. "But only if you're up for the challenge."

And with that, you stepped into the center of the circle, the shadows and moonlight playing on both faces. As the music started, Vergil felt something unravel within him, something he hadn't felt since he was a child, hiding his true nature from the world.

He swung you around, your laughter ringing out like a bell in the still night. The other students clapped and cheered, but Vergil only had eyes for you. And in that moment, he knew that he was falling in love with the one person who could never truly understand his darkness.

The dance was over too soon, and as the last note faded away, you looked up at him, your eyes shining. "That was... amazing," you murmured, your hand still in his. "I didn't know you could dance like that."

Vergil felt a blush creep up his cheeks, a human trait that never failed to surprise him. "I guess it's been a while," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But you make it easy."

Your smile grew softer, and you leaned in closer. "Thank you," you whispered, your breath warm on his cheek. "For the dance, and for joining us tonight."

The air between them thickened with unspoken feelings, and for a heart-stopping moment, Vergil thought you might kiss him. But then, you pulled away, the spell broken by the shiver that ran through you. "I should get back to my dorm," you said, your smile dimming slightly. "It's getting cold."

Vergil nodded, his own heart heavy with the weight of his secret. He couldn't let her get too close. It wasn't just the rules of the college they'd be breaking—it was the laws of nature themselves. "Of course," he said, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice. "I'll walk you back."

As you both strolled through the quad, the silence stretched out like a tightrope. Vergil could feel the tension in the air, a tension that had nothing to do with the cold. It was the kind that came before a storm, before the world shifted on its axis.

You shivered again, and Vergil couldn't help but wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He told himself it was just to keep you warm, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. It was a silent declaration of his feelings, a promise to protect you from the shadows that lurked inside him.

But you didn't seem to notice the gravity of the gesture. You leaned into him, your head resting against his chest. "You know," you said, your voice thoughtful, "you're not what I expected from a half-demon."

Vergil's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

You looked up at him, your eyes searching. "You're not... scary. Or dangerous."

He forced a smile. "You've only seen the surface," he said, hoping you wouldn't see through the lie. "There's a lot more to me than meets the eye."

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before you nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. As you both reached your dorm, you turned to him, your expression earnest. "Thank you, Vergil. For everything."

He watched as you disappeared through the arched doorway, the warmth of your touch lingering on his arm. Then, with a sigh, he melted back into the shadows, the weight of his secret heavier than ever.

The night was long and restless for Vergil. His thoughts swirled like a tempest, torn between his growing love for you and the fear of what it could mean. He knew that your worlds were different, that you both were never meant to cross. But as the moon sank lower in the sky, he couldn't shake the feeling that fate had other plans for him.

The next day in class, he found it difficult to concentrate. Every time he looked at you, all he could see was your smiling face under the moonlight. His heart ached with the desire to hold you again, to tell you the truth and hope that you would accept him for who he truly was.

But the words remained trapped in his throat, a prisoner of his fear. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, your friendship grew stronger, the bond unshakeable. Yet, Vergil knew that it was only a matter of time before the storm that brewed within him would break free.

One evening, as you sat together in the library, surrounded by the dusty tomes of ancient lore, you turned to him with a question in your eyes. "Vergil," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "what are you really hiding?"

He froze, his hand hovering over an open book. He had hoped it wouldn't come to this, that he could keep you in the light without ever revealing his own darkness. But now, with the question hanging in the air, he knew he couldn't lie to you anymore. "I...," he began, his voice heavy, "there's something you need to know about me."

Your gaze never left his, eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. "What is it?"

Vergil took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I'm not just a half-demon," he said, the words feeling like shards of glass in his mouth. "I'm the son of a powerful demon lord. My kind... we're not like humans. We have urges, instincts that can be..." He paused, searching for the right words. "Dangerous."

For a moment, you said nothing, the silence stretching out. Then, you reached out and placed your hand on his. "Vergil, it doesn't matter," you said firmly. "You're you."

Your words hit him like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the path before him. Maybe, just maybe, you could see past the shadows that had always defined him. "You're right," he murmured, squeezing your hand in return.

Your eyes meet again, and in that moment, Vergil knew that he had to tell you everything. The truth about his heritage, the battles he'd fought to control his demonic instincts, and the fear that he might one day lose himself to them completely. He watched as you processed the information, your expression shifting from shock to understanding to something else entirely—something that looked suspiciously like admiration.

"Vergil," you said, your voice gentle, "you're the bravest person I know. To fight against your own nature like that... it's inspiring."

His chest tightened, his heart swelling with a warmth he hadn't felt in years. Leaning closer, he whispers. "I don't know what the future holds for us, but I do know that I love you."

Your eyes searched his, and then you leaned in your lips, brushing against his in a soft, sweet kiss that seemed to banish the shadows from his soul. It was the first time he had felt truly alive, truly accepted for who he was—both the demon and the man.

The kiss deepened, breaths mingling in the quiet library. But as the world around faded away, Vergil felt something stir within him—a power that had lain dormant for too long. His eyes flashed with a fiery light, and his hand began to tremble with the effort to keep his demonic energy at bay.

You pulled back, your eyes wide with shock. "Vergil?" You whispered, your voice shaking.

He took a shaky breath, willing the flames in his eyes to recede. "It's okay," he assured you, though his voice was strained. "It's just... I need to go."

With a heavy heart, he stood, leaving you sitting there, your hand still hovering in the space where he had been. He knew he had to find a way to control his powers, to protect you from the chaos that was bound to come.