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More DMC5 doodles after finishing my first play through!
#Devil may cry#devil may cry 5#dmc#dmc 5#dmc5 v#nero sparda#duck Nero#JSJSJSKSJ#I love ducks#loved this game
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New covers for the reprints of "Il marchio di Moldrock" and "Il raggio nero".
Art by Lorenzo Pastrovicchio, colors by Luca Merli.
#disney#comics#disney comics#pk#fumetti#duck avenger#donald duck#pkna#paperinik#paperino#pkne#il raggio nero#il marchio di Moldrock#moldrock#Lorenzo Pastrovicchio#luca merli#Francesco Artibani
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the bulls treating nero as a pet is so important bc i KNOW she got kissies on her perfect little bird head and got held in peoples hands and i KNOW she has a nest in asta's room and plays favorites and i imagine this is what it's like to be a cat.
#she turns back into a bird to nest and sometimes curl up under people's chins/on their shoulders#nero#black clover#asta tried to feed her bread once and magna went “THAT COULD MAKE NERO SICK” (before they knew she was human) (he was thinking abt ducks)
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They both are fun ❤
#duckrabbit#daffy duck#Bugs Bunny#Yakko Warner#wakko warner#dot warner#animaniacs#looney tunes#looney toons#daffy x bugs#bugs x daffy#wacky family#the Warner Siblings#nero the lion#nelly the giraffe#i love using long forgotten characters#my art#fanart#daffy would do this even if bugs were watching#making nero was difficult af#Looney anatomy is amazing and a nightmare#my comic#lt#animaniacs 2020
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Dante, who hate pizza with olives: i have to be with my family on that mission!
Nero, who doesn't know that he hate pizza with olives, buys that pizza: hey, Dante, i bought u a pizza!
Dante, coughs: i have no family
#incorrect dmc quotes#incorrect quotes dmc#dmc#devil may cry#dmc nero#devil may cry nero#dante devil may cry#dante dmc#yeeeep della and dewey duck yep them (sorry_not_sorry)
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i want to soak him in milk put him in the fridge in a round tupper take him out and violently throw him against the six titted cow i have on my wall until he is all dried up
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Hiii!!
I loove your fics and lately I've been begging for some new Nero fics 🫡🫡
Could I request a fic with Nero and fem!reader where they're really good friends and yknow It's really cold outside and they both have to stay in an inn. Maybe one of the two offers their bed? And they both finally give in after a long while of hidding their feelings.
I really really crave some cute fluffy Nero smut, reader being her first🤭
Don't stress too much about this, and of course you can choose to write it or not!!
Thank you sweetie🫶🫶
ty for this !! i love a good ‘oh noooo, there’s only one bed’ trope.
tbh im not the biggest nero lover so this was a slight challenge but it ended up pretty good and a lot longer than expected lol. i also didn’t know how to end it but i hope you enjoy !!!!
Two Pals, One Bed
an unexpected storm puts you and nero in an unlikely situation
PAIRING: DMC5 Nero x afab reader
WARNINGS: (NSFW!: first-time/virgin!reader, fingering, penetration)
WORD COUNT: 2k
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The sheets of rain pounded on the windshield of the van, making visibility hard on the patchy road. You flicked out the wrinkles in the map, squinting in the light of your phone to see the web of routes.
“Can’t see a damn foot in front of me like this.”, Nero grumbled from the driver’s seat. “No thanks to you, by the way.”
His pointed blame made you crinkle the map in your hands. You both had been driving for seemingly hours, trying to make it home from a job, but the storm was making it hard to navigate the backroads.
“There’s an inn after the next right, we’ll duck from the rain til morning.”
Nero sighed and shook his head. “We would’ve been home by now, if it wasn’t for your dumbass.” He peered over the steering wheel, on the lookout for the upcoming turn.
“Nuh uh,”, you started, a scowl on your face, “don’t pin this on me! I don’t control the weather.”
“Whatever.”
Nero makes the right and after a couple miles of silence, the faint beacon of lit windows pierces through the gloom. Pulling into the lot in front of the inn, Nero parks the car and hops out. You follow suit and hastily trail behind him, using your bag as cover from the harsh rain. Entering the inn, you walk slowly to examine the tacky decor - artificial fish and paintings of sunny beaches mocking your drenched clothes. Nero makes a beeline to the front desk and is quick to return with a set of keys in hand.
“We got lucky. Seems like everyone had the same idea, but they had one room left.” Nero pats you on the shoulder and cocks his head toward the direction of the stairs. “C’mon.”
You nod and follow Nero up the stairs to your appointed room, sighing in relief to be out of the storm. Nero drops his backpack on the desk and stares at the single queen-sized bed in the center of the room.
“……..one bed.”
“One bed.”, you repeat. It seems that the universe thought it would be funny if you two shared a bed after a night of endless bickering and side-eyes. You eventually shrug and flop down on the bed, looking up at Nero. “I mean, we’ve slept in worse conditions, right? You remember the cyclops cave?”
That earns a tiny smile from him, chiseling away at the tension from earlier.
“Thanks for reminding me. It’s not like I spend every waking moment trying to forget the smell of decay and ball sweat.”
You both laugh and you feel the frustration slowly leave your body. Nero digs around his bag for a change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change. You take this as your cue to do the same, pulling out a clean shirt and pair of underwear and discarding your old ones in the corner of the room. You crawl into the bed, flicking on the tv and settling in. Nero returns a few minutes later, changed and seemingly back to his easy-going self. He switches off the lights and gets into the bed, leaving some space between you both. You both watch a rerun of an old sitcom before Nero breaks the silence.
“I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. You were only trying to help, and I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”
The apology doesn’t take you completely by surprise, considering that Nero is the most levelheaded person you know, but you appreciate it nonetheless. You pull the covers up over you, sinking down to lay on your pillow as you address him.
“Don’t worry about it, Nero. We’ve had a long day and have gotten thrown every which way - it’s no one’s fault. Besides, I’m happy it was with you and not with anyone else, it could’ve gone a lot worse.”
Nero nods in agreement but he’s not lost on the subtle flirting in your last sentence. Nero glances down at you resting form, your eyes trained on the tv mounted to the wall. For the past few weeks, it seems you two have been dancing around the obvious for the sake of staying focused on work. But considering that you both are literally in the same bed, it’s hard to ignore now. You look up to him, his face turning a pretty pink from being caught staring.
“Was there something else?”, you ask, noting his blush.
“You’re really pretty.”
Nero blurts out the compliment, heart starting to pick up from embarrassment. ‘Reaaaal smooth, Nero. Bet Dante would get a kick out of this’, he thinks to himself. Your own face turns red in response, a shy smile on your face.
“You really think so?”
“I know so.” Nero starts, sliding down to be beside you under the covers. “And smart, funny, brave.”
You stare at him with awe, in disbelief that those words left his mouth. Without another breath, you lean to the side where he’s laying and kiss him. It’s a gentle, tentative kiss, but full of meaning and longing. Nero’s brain short-circuits and it takes a second before he returns the kiss. Slow and cautious, your mouths explore this newfound feeling. Without breaking away, Nero rolls on top of you, hands running up your sides. Feelings of excitement and anxiety intermingle in your stomach and you break the kiss to look up at him, eyes wide. Nero returns the look with concern, his hand cupping your face.
“You okay? Did…did I do something wrong?”
“No, I-“, you cut yourself off, building up confidence before speaking again. “I need to tell you something.”
Nero raises his eyebrows, interest piqued. “You know you can tell me anything.”
You gulp and take a deep breath, making sure that this is really happening. You look down at the empty space between the two of you as you speak. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone.” You pause, frowning slightly. “I mean, I’ve messed around but I’ve never actually….slept with anyone before.”
Nero runs a hand over your hair and kisses your forehead sweetly. There’s a clear look of understanding on his face. “Y/N, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don’t wanna do anything now, I won’t hold that against you either.”
“I want to, I’m just nervous.” Your eyes have a vulnerability to them, like you’re already standing there naked in front of him.
“It’s okay to be nervous. Fuck, I’m nervous. But, it’ll be okay, as long as you enjoy it. And if you change your mind or need me to stop, that’s okay, too.”
With his reassurance, you nod and pull him back down to reinstate the kiss. Nero sighs into your mouth, happy to be connected again. You feel his hands snake down to your thighs, running over the exposed skin with light touches. As scared as you were, everything felt right in this moment. Your own shaky hands moved to tug at his shirt to help him out of it. Nero yanks the shirt over his head before reaching to pull down your underwear. He stops and looks up at you, waiting for the green light from you; you give him an eager nod and he proceeds. You feel his fingers brush against your sensitive bud and your breathing hitches in your chest. His fingers move slow, tracing circles into your flesh as his mouth trails sweet kisses to your ear.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
Nero’s soft voice and tender touches elicits a moan from you, almost forgetting to reply to him. You turn to look at him and mumble a ‘yes’ out, hips rocking against his hand. Nero hums in content, moving his fingers to your already wet slit. He toys with the hole for a moment, testing the waters in case you change your mind. By the way you’re sighing and whimpering, he takes it as his sign to go on, pushing in two fingers slowly. Your back arches, jaw dropping silently. Pumping slowly in and out, his strong, slender fingers tease your g-spot. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support. Minutes go by as your climax builds up, your walls pulsing around his fingers. Before you can warn him of the oncoming wave, his fingers slip out, making you groan in disappointment. He laughs at your noise, slipping off the rest of his clothes.
“Easy, tiger. I got more to give, believe me.”, he chuckles. Leaning down to kiss you once more, he positions himself between your legs. “Ready, pretty girl?”
You nod and smile into his mouth. “Ready.”
Aligning with your slick, Nero pushes into you with a moan of satisfaction. You bury your head in his neck, stifling a cry from being stretched. Nero’s arm comes up to wrap around your head protectively, cradling you in comfort. Once fully in, he stays still to let you adjust to the new feeling. You feel your breathing slow down and you nod again, letting him know it’s okay to move. His cock slips almost completely out of you until he pushes it back in, repeating this until he creates a steady, sensual rhythm. Mewls from you are muffled by how close Nero’s holding you - his free hand hooking under one of your knees to lift you ever so slightly. Over and over, the head of his cock hits that sweet spot and you feel your orgasm start to build back up, ready to satisfy the delay from earlier. The moment feels surreal, considering how many times you’ve dreamt of this moment, and you flex your fingers every now and then to remind yourself it’s really happening.
You look out from your safe place in Nero’s neck and see him above you - eyes shut, mouth ajar, and a sheen layer of sweat making him glisten in the light of the tv still playing. The display from him is what sets you off, knowing that you’re the cause of it. Your core tightens and those familiar electric pulses make your body quiver with pleasure.
“O-oh, god, that feels so good…. I’m gonna…gonna…”
“Let it out, I’ve got you.”
The encouragement from Nero is all you need to let go, a wave of pleasure taking over all of your senses. Your legs shake around Nero and a sound you’ve never heard from yourself before fills the room. Fuelled by your reactions, Nero chases after his own high, fucking into you passionately. Sweat dripping down his face, he looks down at you with an adoring smile before his eyes squeeze shut, followed by a series of whimpers and curses. Your walls milk him free of every drop of seed, the feeling overwhelming for him. You stare up at him in awe, your vision going in and out from your own orgasm.
His thrusts slow to a stop, allowing him to collapse on you. Both of you lay there panting, the heat of your bodies almost overbearing. You run your hand up and down Nero’s back, soothing him through the end of his orgasm. Eventually, Nero lifts his head and gives you a weak kiss, bumping his nose to yours.
“You did great, y/n. Seriously, that was….”
“Amazing.”, you finish for him, a giggle following it.
“Yeah, that.”
Nero pushes himself up and out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. He reaches over and pulls you into his arms, stationing you to lay on his chest. You can hear his heart thumping strongly, beating a lullaby to you.
“Get some rest, beautiful. You’ve earned it after that.”
You start to protest sleep but a yawn betrays you, realizing how warm and safe you feel in Nero’s arms. As minutes pass, your eyes grow heavier and soon close for the night, your breathing deep and slow. Nero’s hands tangle in the strands of your hair, twirling them mindlessly until sleep triumphs over him as well.
#nero sparda#dmc nero#nero devil may cry#nero x reader#dmc5 nero#devil may cry#dmc5#dmc smut#devil may cry smut#dmc#smut#writing#fanfic#oneshot
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Chapter 9
FIRST DAY FESTIVAL TIME :3
TW/CW: Possessive/obsessive Coryo murderous thoughts
When the train that weaved its way through the districts arrived at D2, Sunni practically leaped off the train and hugged her friends who were waiting at the station for her. The friend group was quite large, comprising of maybe 6 people.
"Cori, Sej, come here, you guys gotta meet my friends!!" She called, waving to the boys as they gathered their own + Sunni's luggage off the train.
Getting a closer look at Sunni's friend group, Coriolanus realized that she had a very mixed group of friends; black, white, desi, indian, boys, girls, androgynous, plus sized, and skinny friends. He didn't think negatively of that fact, though; he thought it was nice to see her have a large and very close group of friends. Most girls back at the Academy just just stick 1 to 3 people, and there'd be one poc at the most.
"Guys, this is Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus!" She introduced stepping to the side, allowing everyone to shake hands. "Cori, Sej, these are my friends Nero Amadeus; he/him, Maxima Benedictus; he/she/they, Nataila Catullus; any and neos, Viktor Dellis; he/it, Vivian Diamandis; she/her, and the twins Dele, & Demitri Chaconas!"
A chorus of hellos and heys and followed Sunnis friends as the boys shook hands and introduced themselves to Sunni's friends.
"So, Sunshine, how's the Capitol?" Maxima asked as the residents of District 2 led the Plinths + Coryo to the hotel where the Academy students would be staying.
"Uh, shiny," Sunni answered. "And there's more douchebags."
"Ha, fuckin' told you Vik!" Demitri interrupted, reaching over to smack Viktor in the back of the head. He simply ducked, snickering as they instead hit Sunni.
"Hey-!!"
"Sorry, Sun, Vik ducked!"
Nataila laughed to herself as Vivian and Dele shared a look that read "they're so childish".
As the group chatted excitedly about plans for the week and caught up, learning about the Capitol as well, Coryo was glaring daggers at one of the males; Nero Amadeus.
Nero had his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he listened to the chatter, smiling as Sunni. He was happy to see her so excited and to be reunited with her friends but Coryo didn't know why and I was determined to get a straight answer out of the brunette or beat it out of him.
Cracking his knuckles and tossed his suitcase, which was actually Sejanus' that he was borrowing (read as stole), onto his bed once the group reached the hotel; all the Academy children were were on the top two floors and Sunni's group had the highest one.
"I don't trust that Amaedus guy," He huffed out to Sejanus.
"What? Nero? Why?" Sej asked, setting his backup suitcase on his bed.
"I dunno- I just get a bad feeling from him," He replied, tearing his hoodie off as he spoke.
"He seems pretty chill—besides, we just met the guy. It might just be your paranoia since this is your first time in 2," Sejanus offered, taking off his sweater and setting it on his bed.
"No, I don't think it's the paranoia. I'd know if it's the paranoia."
"Jealousy?" Coryo almost laughed. Him? Jealous? Over what? A girl that's not his yet?
"Jealousy, Sej? Really? Im not dating her, so why would i be jealous?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Friends can be jealous. Hell, I thought Sunni would've replaced me after me, dad, and ma moved to the Capitol, buy she still cares just as much after a decade," Sejanus answered, opening the curtains to check our the view.
"That's different, you're family," the blonde snapped, falling back onto his bed. The was comfy; it felt like it was made entirely out of feathers, and it felt way better than his bed at home.
"Yeah, I suppose, but we should trust them. After all, they've been around Sunni longer than either of us, and for the past 10 years, I've only seen her on visits."
Coryo scoffed and rolled his eyes, mumbling whatever. He was going to find out if Nero had a thing for Sunni and if he needed to dispose of him to make sure he didn't get a chance.
But he'd also have to make sure that no one else would find out about how Nero "went missing". He needed Sunni to completely trust him, no matter the cost.
An awkward silence filled the room, only to be disrupted by loud music entering the room. Coryo sat up, glaring at where the music was supposedly coming from; he didn't need a headache before the festival.
"The hell is that?" Sej inquired, coming out of the bathroom, zipping up his fly. Coryo shrugged, and the two left their room, to see what the noise was. Seeing a door was cracked open, they gently pushed the door open and Coryo feel his blood boil.
Nero and Sunni were dancing to some upbeat and chaotic aong, singing along with it as the others were laughing and talking about an itinerary that Sunni made at some point. When did she make an itinerary, Coryo had no idea, but he didn't care right now. All he cared about was separating his girl from some loser nobody.
"So do you guys plan on making everyone else deaf?" Sejanus shouted over the music, grabbing the others' attention.
"Sorry, Sej, this is what we do all the time!" Sunni shouted back, letting go of Nero so he could turn up his hearing aids once the music was off.
"Why?" He yelled back, walking into the room, followed by Coryo, who was glaring daggers at Nero.
"Why not? It's an homage to how we met; loud music," Sunni replied, laughing as Dele turned the music down.
"Yep: we were all at a skate park, testing our skates and boards and we started bonding over some loud music people were playing," Demitri added as Viktor kicked their ass in another round of COD.
"Dude, how do you get so good at Call of Duty?"
"Eh, having divorced parents who always argue make it easy to find time to game," He replied with a shrug.
"So divorced parents equals being a god at Call of Duty?" Nataila teased, grinning.
"I mean, in my case, yeah."
"So then what does having a dead parent equal?" Maxima inquired.
"Art skills," Sunni answered, hopping her happy little butt onto the counter.
Coryo made his way to her as the others gasped and told Sunni she was quote unquote "wrong for that" while trying not to laugh despite Sunni giving them permission to, when Sunni was laughing and laid his head on her shoulder.
She beamed at this sudden "affection," and gently scratched the top of his head.
"Hi, Cori," She whispered to him as the others, including Sejanus, started talking about things they could do for the first day of the festival.
"Hey, Sunshine," He murmured, his breath hot against her neck.
"You okay?" She asked, gently lifting his head to meet his semi-relaxed gaze.
"Just feel better around you," He lied to her. Well, he wasn't really lying, but he couldn't say he was claiming what's his. He couldn't scare her off. He wouldn't scare her off.
"Okay," She replied, smiling and letting him go back to nuzzling her. Fortunately for Coriolanus, Sunni didn't notice the hateful and murderous glare he was sending towards Nero, who was chatting absent-mindly with Maxima.
Late into the afternoon, once all the Academy students were settled, the group had set off to explore District 2 and everything that had been set up.
Games, of course, for the little kids who had rich families or the Academy kids who had younger siblings or students who wanted to relax and feel like a child again, but also dancing, music, and all sorts of different delicacies. It was so wonderful, filling, and fun that they all felt calm. Even with the occasional dead dad or divorced parents jokes, which Coryo learned were coping methods that Sunni and Viktor used to cope with the loss, everyone felt happy.
But Coryo wasn't happy. People were calling to Sunni, getting hugs and having her full attention. Sejanus, at one point, had to restrain Coryo from committing any more crimes again because a guy hugged Sunni for 2 minutes too long.
Sure, Sunni reassured him and said he was "just a friend," but Coryo had countered with "friend's don't have their hands way too low where they shouldn't be." Which eventually led to Sunni nodding but telling him he didn't need to jealous because they guy was 15 and just really tall. At that point, Coryo let it go and gave in but has held her close to him, not wanting anyone to pull her away from him. As the group walked to another restaurant to check out the place, Sejanus shot Coryo a text wearing a shit eating grin.
Sejanus: Not jealous, hm? You haven't let go of Sunni since we found out about the loud music lmfao
Seen
Coryo rolled his eyes, seeing the text. Of course, he wasn't going to let go of Sunni. People could've turned against her after she was transferred to the Capitol, for God's sake! He had to protect his girl, even from her own friends if he had to.
Then Sejanus sent Coryo another text, but it was a photo of Coryo with his arms around Sunni's waist and holding her small hands in his and he had his head on top of hers.
He smiled a little at the picture and saved it to his phone before putting his phone in his pocket.
He'd make that his lockscreen later.
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Music of the Heart [Jeong Yunho] - Masterlist
By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)
Fic type: social media au / traditional
Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader
Genre: music industry setting, musician/producer, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, running from the past
Warnings: overbearing parents, verbal abuse, sexual harassment
Status: Currently updating
Updates: Thursdays and Fridays at 12pm EST
Synchronously posted with Online/Offline (any asterisked (*) chapters means they’re shared between both fics)
[intro post explaining y/n and t/n]
SYNOPSIS:
T/n has always loved music, though her experience of it wasn’t always the greatest. Forced by her parents to learn the violin - almost purely to climb the socio-economic ladder - she’s since forged her own path. She auditions at Wonderland Entertainment and becomes one of their studio musicians, but how will she deal with seeing her ex-best friend who also happens to be contracted under the company?
Also, how does t/n’s existence connect to y/n, someone she’s never met?
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Chapters:
🎵 Prologue | a long time ago… in a town far, far away…
🎵 one | “local celebrity”
🎵 two | mahler
🎵 three | emperor nero
🎵 four | come meet the kids
🎵 five | duck and cover
🎵 six | his feefees were a little hurt
🎵 seven | homework
🎵 eight | give her my number
🎵 nine | canard et couverture parte deux
🎵 ten | a date?
🎵 eleven | the fight scene at the end of the count of monte cristo
🎵 twelve | we never talk
🎵 thirteen | youtube recommendations
🎵 fourteen | calendar man
🎵 fifteen | a ✨godsend✨
🎵 sixteen | no ducking nor covering
🎵 seventeen | he’s got pipes
🎵 eighteen | thinking about hats
🎵 nineteen | it is still apples
🎵 twenty | i know exactly who you are
🎵 twenty-one | busking
🎵 twenty-two | he got an audition or something
🎵 twenty-three | best friend
🎵 twenty-four | garage band
🎵 twenty-five | it’ll be worth it
🎵 twenty-six | more like “drone strike parenting”
🎵 twenty-seven | interrogation
🎵 twenty-eight | it’s over
🎵 twenty-nine | more like constipated
🎵 thirty | maybe
🎵 thirty-one | JUPiTER
🎵 thirty-two | no horses in space
🎵 thirty-three | Crom3r
🎵 thirty-four | punk rock
🎵 thirty-five | what a feeling
🎵 thirty-six | do we need a hot air balloon?
🎵 thirty-seven | gotta let the fans know
🎵 thirty-eight | i’ll bring the wine
🎵 thirty-nine | girl’s night
🎵 forty | that’s a no on the hot air balloon
🎵 forty-one | new kids
🎵 forty-two | splash fight
🎵 forty-three | a recluse and a traitor
🎵 forty-four | merch drop
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I saw the Dante with an assassin reader...
Vergil or V next plz? :)
And if feeling charitable... Nero?
you rolled your eyes, a groan leaving your lips as you saw a pair of death scissors headed straight for you, the desolate hallway filled with their soft cries. you placed a hand on your hip as you unsheathed your weapon, looking upwards as they swirled around the vicinity.
sighing, you looked out of the nearest window, now open as the shattered glass laid below it from when they had entered the building. the sun glimmered in the horizon as it illuminated the desolate streets of redgrave, qlipoth pollen floating around in the air as it radiated off of stiff deteriorating bodies.
your thoughts were interrupted as you ducked, evading the pair of blades headed for your neck with a gut churning screech. clouds of black flew over your head as you swung your sword at the demon, blade blocked by the sharp shears held in front of what would be its chest.
“do i ever get a—break?” you gritted your teeth at the last word, feet placed stiffly above you so as to not slip while you clashed with the creature. its hollow eyes, or more so eye holes of its mask, was a dark contrast to white of its mask as the whispering came from the pit of its mouth.
you swung your blade, managing to get at least one hit. the only reason you knew your sword pierced the demon was the shriek that followed after, blocking the other creature’s attack as it came from behind. you backed up, watching as the death scissor twins spun around the room in dark, inky swirls.
before you knew it, you were on your back, your own blade pressed up against your neck as you resisted the demon— that is, until a certain jaguar attacks the spirits from behind.
your brows furrowed as the distraction helped you take the upper hand, breaking the pair of blades with a sharp clang as you watched griffon soar above you, his obnoxious cackles drowning out the screeches of the other demons.
and as if on cue, you heard a familiar soft voice echo through the hallway— accompanied by the faint tapping off a cane, “tyger, tyger— burning bright,
“in the forests of the night.”
you looked at shadow, sheathing your weapon as you held your hand out in front of her for familiarity, “what immortal hand or eye,”
when v finally came into view, his dark hair coming into frame first, you watched as he walked into the hallway with a book in hand. jade eyes came to meet yours, lips twitching in a half smile before they moved with his next words,
“could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
“always the dramatic entrance, huh?” you gave him a small breathless laugh.
v chuckled in amusement, almost as if saying this was child play. considering you were an assassin, he was somewhat right. you brushed your pants off, watching as v’s familiars retreated back to him. “i apologize, i was—“
“catching up on some reading, i know—i know.”
walking through the next door, you walked side by side. after that encounter with those death scissors, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to take your time so you could recover a bit. “thank you,” was all you said.
turning to look at v, he kept his head pointed downwards, smirk still evident on his face as he said, “is that an accolade, i hear?”
“well—“
“amusing how the mercenary is the one who seems to be threatened, this time.”
“okay, now you’re just bragging.”
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TBOSAS on Crack short take (65)
*How to ruin a solemn event* Read [this] first.
Prof.Sickle: Why can’t my children just act normal for one day?!😭
Felix: Professor-
Prof.Sickle: Am I cursed?! Is that too much to ask?! Did I do something wrong to deserve this?! Should I just quit my job and become a freelance actress?!
Felix: Professor, please-
Prof.Sickle: Just leave me alone!
Felix: Can I have your lamb stew-
Prof.Sickle: F*ck the lamb stew!
Coryo: *is still sitting on Sejanus Plinth’s lap* Can I have another plate? I’m still hungry.
Sejanus: Hey, Heavensbee!
Hilarius: What?
Sejanus: Get my dear darling another plate for me.
Hilarius: Is that an order?
Sejanus: Duh.
Hilarius: You can’t just order me around like some peasant, Plinth-
Sejanus: 20 bucks.
Hilarius: I- I’ll go get that plate for you, Mr. Plinth!
Coryo: *whispers to Sejanus* I love it when you do that, Babe.
Sejanus: Anything for you, my love! Anything for you!😍
Coryo: Do you want a kiss?
Sejanus: Yes! Yes, please! I would like one or two or three or more-
Clemensia: Not on Reaping Day, you idiots!
Sejanus: But I want a kiss from my darling Coryo!😫
Coryo: I also want a kiss-
Clemensia: Then you can kiss, make out, and f*ck inside Highbottom’s broom closet later!
Sejanus: But-
Clemensia: After today’s program!
Coryo: Clemmie-
Clemensia: Far away from me!
Festus: *is still sitting on Persephone’s lap* Percy Baby, do you want me to get you another plate too?
Persephone: Did you find my missing Maid Stew?🥺
Festus: I- I’ll find your missing stew later.
Persephone: Thank you, Baby. You’re the best!
Arachne: Lol. Good luck finding a willing maid, you two.
Persephone: You better watch out, Crane. You better watch out!
Arachne: What? Are you gonna eat me too, loser?
Persephone: You better lock your doors, Crane! You better lock your weak ass doors tonight!
Arachne: Are you gonna cry to dear old mommy, Percy?
Festus: Arachne, you’re the worst! Stop bullying my Percy Price before she summons her werewolf wannabe father on you again!
Arachne: You think I’m afraid of fighting some crazy old man wearing a fursuit?!
Festus: Nero is a werewolf wannabe, you uncultured swine!
Arachne: I freaking bought silver bullets, you idiot!
Festus: Your silver bullets are sh*t! You can’t even fire a pistol!
Arachne: My stupid brother will shoot him for me!
Festus: Your stupid brother is a coward! He’s not even the favorite!
Coryo: *randomly joins the conversation* But why isn’t Aeneas Crane the favorite?
Felix: *also joins the conversation* Isn’t Aeneas smarter and more accomplished than you, Arachne?
Arachne: True. But my parents only wanted a beautiful daughter to spoil and love forever. So here we are.☺️
Coryo: So you’re saying that your borderline abusive parents just straight up hate poor Aeneas for not being born like you?
Arachne: Yup! That’s why my loser older brother sleeps inside my mommy’s tiny doghouse-
Coryo: Come again?
Arachne: He sleeps inside a tiny doghouse, Snow. A tiny tiny ugly doghouse.
Coryo: Then where do you sleep?
Arachne: I sleep in a luxurious spacious pink and gold bedroom with two king size beds.☺️
Coryo: What the actual duck and buck, Crane!
Arachne: I also have my own cozy looking bathroom and a huge gold encrusted walk-in closet.
Coryo: That’s child abuse!
Arachne: Aeneas doesn’t mind. He was “trained” by my parents to love his tiny doghouse.
Felix: That’s so cruel! Your parents are evil! My Gran Gran’s Bichon Frisé puppies don’t even sleep in a doghouse. They sleep like royalty!😭
Persephone: And I genuinely thought that Dr. Gaul was the only heartless monster I know.
Coryo: Now I feel sorry for that poor down-to-earth guy.
Felix: Me too.😔
Coryo: Even Creed’s freaky pet rats have better living conditions.
Festus: True. My precious dumpster is more cozy and spacious.
Arachne: Don’t be sorry. It’s not like our government will step in and arrest my parents for favoring me over my brother.
Festus: That’s also true. My crazy mama wasn’t even questioned or arrested for abandoning me and my father at the height of the war.
Felix: And this is why we all have irreversible war traumas.😞
Coryo: Sorrows and prayers.
Festus: His odds are sh*t.
Felix: So be it.
Dr.Gaul: Ugh. Why can’t I just put all of them in the Hunger Games and be done with it?😑
Drunk!Casca: *is waving across the hall* Yo, when is my introduction?!
Dr.Gaul: Ugh. I forgot about him. Um- I am honored to introduce to you the creator of the Hunger Games themselves, Dean Casca Highbottom-
Drunk!Casca: Finally! I have been waiting here for hours listening to my students talk sh*t about how ugly Creed’s sunflower suit really is!
Festus: That’s fake news! My sunflower suit is beautiful! It glows in the dark!
Drunk!Casca: It’s ugly! End of story.
Festus: Why you-
Drunk!Casca: *ignores Creed* I have summoned you all here today for the 10th annual Reaping Ceremony-
Persephone: The games are an annual thing?!
Androcles: Lol. I thought they’re only held every 4 years-
Urban: And I’m starting to believe that Anderson lives under a rock-
Androcles: I was just kidding, Ban Ban.
Urban: Don’t call me that.
Androcles: Turban then?
Urban: I hate you.
Androcles: It’s an honor-
Drunk!Casca: Be quiet! I’m still talking!
Androcles: Don’t shout. I’m baby.
Drunk!Casca: No. I’m baby! Isn’t that right, my Crassus?🥺
Coryo: Why is Highbottom looking at me like that?
Androcles: I think that’s his best way of flirting-
Coryo: Ew. No. That’s illegal.
Sejanus: Well, I better put him on my hit list.
Coryo: Thanks.
Drunk!Casca: Crassus, honey-
Dr.Gaul: Casca, focus!
Drunk!Casca: Fine! Um- In which we choose 2 children from each District to throw into the Capitol Arena to fight to the death in the Hunger Games-
Juno: Ew. Whose bright idea was that?
Drunk!Casca: I know right! My darling Crassus and I just wanted a little singing contest! Not a killing contest! But crazy Dr. Gaul changed our beautiful thesis paper-
Dr.Gaul: Casca, do shut up.
Drunk!Casca: I just wanted to sing ✨Snow On The Beach✨ with my darling Crassus, you monster!
Dr.Gaul: Crassus is dead!
Drunk!Casca: No, he’s not! My precious Snow Bae is literally sitting on stupid Plinth’s lap right now!
Dr.Gaul: That’s Coriolanus-
Drunk!Casca: That’s my gorgeous husband!
Sejanus: Coryo is mine!
Drunk!Casca: He was mine first, you boyfriend stealer!
Sejanus: He was mine since we were in grade school!
Drunk!Casca: I was my Snow Angel’s first kiss and first fu-
Clemensia: *suddenly stands up* Will you guys shut up?! This is the Reaping Ceremony! This is a solemn event! There are a lot of students watching us! Heck! All of Panem is watching us right now!
Sejanus:. . .
Everyone:. . .
Drunk!Casca: Crassus Snow lost his precious virginity to me-
Coryo: What the f*ck-
Sejanus: That’s kinda hot.
Dr.Gaul: I didn’t expect that.
Drunk!Casca: Just saying.
Strabo: *at the back* Who the f*ck cares, Cassy! My Crassus always said that I was better in bed!
Coryo: I will ignore that.
Drunk!Casca: Go away, you loser!
Strabo: You’re the loser!
Hilarius: *enters the scene with a plate* Yo, what did I miss?😀
Clemensia: I’m going home.
Urban: You can’t-
Clemensia: I’m going home!
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Without You: Vergil x G/N Reader
Summary:
You have been missing for some time now and Vergil is slowly losing it. The blue devil's constant fear and worry about you being dead has turned him into a shadow of hi former self; someone that is even capable of grinding on Dante's gears.
Another pretty story-heavy oneshot; six dividers (double equal signs) down for important parts if you want to skip the pre-text.
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Once again, I reference the “Revenant Shotgun” as being your gun; I really think the gun is pretty lmao. You also use Beowulf. Minor blood/gut talk, nothing too serious though (figured I should mention it just in case). This is the first time I have tried to write combat since I was like 13, so forgive the (probably) less-than-adequate scene writing--I tried lol.
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Pre-established relationship with Vergil. G/N reader.
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Semi-angst followed by fluff (I don't know why I keep writing sad Vergil things; I swear I'll stop after this lmfao)
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The air was stagnated and stale as Nero slowly sat up, groaning in pain. His head was pounding as he looked around, confused and disorientated. He slowly blinked as he got a grasp on his surroundings. With a huff, Nero mindlessly groped around his lower back for Blue Rose and found it missing. This snapped him to attention as he began to sporadically eye over the area around him.
His brow furrowed as he focused on Red Queen which was thrust into the ground nearly twenty feet away. Slowly standing up with a wince, he went over to the sword. As he yanked the stubbornly stuck blade from the ground, a glint of light caught his attention. Blue Rose was laying on the ground nearby.
Placing Red Queen on his back, he clicked his tongue and went to retrieve his sidearm. “What in the fuck happened?” Nero’s thoughts were a blur as he scrunched his face struggling to put together the broken pieces of his recent memories.
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“Move it, asshole!” Nero insincerely barked as he held a growl from deep within his throat.
You ducked down into a roll, knowing that Nero was going to lose control soon and it was best not to argue with his demonic side. Using Beowulf to quickly spin upward and to your feet, you managed to make quick work of a Choas demon's spines. Seizing the opportunity, you aimed Revenant dead-center of the creature’s eyes and pulled the trigger. Smoothly holstering your shotgun, you continued fighting the onslaught of demons alongside the now devil-triggered Nero.
It was like a beautiful deadly dance when the two of you got into your well-practiced tango of destruction. Nero would typically take a more topside approach, using his wings to pull things to him and then dropping them to you. His over-the-top chaotic slashing and slicing would then be cleaned up by you underneath him. You, who had the completely opposite style, opted for a calm and collected approach, especially if you were using Vergil’s gear. Times like these are something you cherish dearly and never want to end--even if you are being coated by blood and demonic entrails.
A sudden out-of-place movement caught the corner of your eye as you tried to move out of its path; however, you weren’t quite fast enough and got thrown across the room.
Nero’s attention was drawn to your flying body, “What the--!” before he could think he was hammer fisted directly into the ground below him. With a bright-blue flash, his devil trigger ended, leaving a confused and human Nero looking up at a strange figure above him.
The demon was not one Nero had seen before--it reminded him of the descriptions of the “Third Beast of Revelations”. However, its appearance wasn’t quite as he remembered being told--only having four of the seven heads that it is supposed to have.
The young man stood up, “What the hell are you supposed to be, huh?” he smirked. The creature lunged at him, which Nero avoided. He laughed a bit holding the Blue Rose aimed at the back of the beast, “Too slow. Wanna try again?”
Nero sidestepped the demon again but was hit by an unexpected swing of its tail. He dropped his revolver as he was tossed across the room. Nero went to get up again. Before he moved back in, however, his ears twitched at a strange sound. The hunter turned to his side and realized that the noise was your breathing. Gently grabbing your shoulder, Nero tried to shake you awake. Revenant and Beowulf had been tossed far from your body and you were out cold. Seeing as there was a large amount of blood dripping from your forehead, that wouldn’t be changing any time soon.
“Shit,” Nero mumbled under his breath as he pulled Red Queen from the resting place on his back, “You’re gonna owe me big time.”
With an impossibly blinding speed, the young hunter took off toward the large demon. Nero’s face was in a grimace as he focused the best he could without his trigger. In hindsight, he was regretting using his demonic energy on such a simple fight before.
His attempt at defeating this beast alone was futile; it was much too strong for him in this state. Another large hit from the beast sent him flying in the opposite direction as before; leaving your unconscious body as far from him as possible. The demon also noticed this as it turned its sights to your limp form.
“Tch, shit-” Nero hastily got up on his feet and ran to your aid; however, it was too late. The beast had your body in its grasp as it curiously looked you over. “Put them down you fuck!” his mind was racing; if something happens to you, Vergil will kill him.
With a grunt, Nero sprung up at the demon. Who only batted him away again. He used Red Queen to stop himself from flying so far off. Knowing there wasn’t time, he left the sword and was going to fight using just his hands. Was it stupid? Yes. Did he care? No, not if it meant trying everything he could to protect you--someone who had become essentially his step-parent.
However, the demon had no intent on letting you leave this place with the youngest Sparda descendant. It opened a fissure through the floor, but before leaving, attacked Nero one last time. It sent him flying in an almost straight line across the room and into a wall, knocking the hunter out cold.
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Nero stood in front of where he had last seen you lay, your weapons were still strewn about and your coat had fallen from your shoulders as you were snatched upward. A cold heavy feeling sunk in as he just stood there staring.
Slowly he gathered your gear, he didn't know how he was going to tell the others what happened. Nero didn’t know whose response would be worse; Dante mocking him for his lack of skill or Vergil who would undoubtedly lose it over this.
He just wanted to go back to the DMC and get this over with. Nero left the demon nest, not caring that he hadn’t finished the job. Outside, Nico was in her van waiting for the pair’s return.
Seeing Nero, she opened the door of the van, “Took y’all long--” she paused, seeing the gear in Nero’s arms, “Whoa, wait… Where’s--”
“I don’t know,” Nero mumbled, refusing to look Nico in the eye as he got into the vehicle.
“Whatdya’ mean ‘you don’t know’?” her voice was playful, thinking that Nero was just fucking with her as he placed the items on the table.
He leaned a bit onto the table with his palms flatly pressed against it, “I don’t know where they are..!” he grimaced as he stood back up with clenched fists, “Some fucking big asshole took ‘em”
Nico’s expression and pose changed from casual to a more serious one, “Wait-- they’re really missin’?” Nero’s frustrated stare said it all, “Holy crap-- Should we call your folks, I’m sure--”
“It wouldn’t help,” Nero relaxed his fists and took a deep breath trying to calm down, “They’ve been gone for a while, their scent’s gone.”
“Shit,” Nico pursed her lips as she paused for a moment, “Well, whaddya’ wanna do?”
Nero looked over to her, “I want to go to the shop. This is more important than the job.”
“Gotcha,” Nico wanted to poke at him but found herself unable to. Nero looked beyond exhausted and she knew that the brother’s responses will be more than punishing enough.
Neither of them spoke the whole way back.
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Not wanting to be there when the three devils rip each other apart, Nico just dropped Nero in the garage and left.
Deciding to wait a moment before going in, Nero focused his hearing. He only heard one heartbeat meaning there was only one person at the shop when he returned. Thankfully, upon opening the door, it was Dante.
The red devil sat at his desk with his back to the garage, “Hey, you two are back early,” his gaze didn’t leave whatever he was doing on his desk, “Was thinking about ordering a pizza. You guys want anything?”
Nero’s face was pale and gave no response. He just simply walked over to the coffee table and plopped down your coat and weapons.
Dante pouted slightly with confusion, “If you don’t want--” his brow twitched as he noticed that there was only one person that had come in, “Hey where’s--” his happy expression dropped quickly. He moved around to the side of his desk to see what Nero had just set down.
“Dante-” Nero bit his tongue in thought, “Before you go off; hear me out?”
He scratched the stubble on his face, “Sure, go ahead kid.” he leaned back onto his desk.
Nero explained what happened and what attacked them. Surprisingly, Dante wasn’t mad or made any rude jabs about things. He just simply nodded along and paid close attention.
“Well Nero,” Dante shook his head and sighed, “As much as I want to give you shit-- You’re lucky to be alive. That bastard ain’t an easy thing to fight, ‘specially without a trigger handy…”
Nero’s gaze found its way back down to your gear, “You think they’re still alive, Dante?”
He sighed and stood back up, “If they weren’t, Vergil would know by now,” he bit his lip, “Question is: why did the demon want them alive?”
“Think Vergil would know?”
“Doubt it, he knows just as little as I do about those beasts…" he paused briefly before continuing, "Look, Nero,” Dante set a hand on the young man’s shoulder, “go home. I will tell Vergil about this whole thing. He’s already ripped off your arm, I really don’t want him to try ‘n gut you too. Okay?”
Nero was taken aback by what he said and nodded, “Thanks, Dante.”
“Any time kid,” Dante removed his hand, “Just don’t come back till I let you know it’s safe. Might take your old man a few days to calm down.”
“Sure thing,” Nero moved to the garage door, “Keep me posted, yeah?”
Dante gave a stiff nod to Nero as he watched him shut the door.
“Vergil’s just going to gut us instead… You’re a fuckin’ genius, Dante.” he sighed at his thoughts. What the hell was he going to do?
A few hours passed before the door finally swung open. Vergil stepped into the shop raising a brow at his brother who was at the desk asleep. With a sly smile and shake of his head, Vergil walked further into the room.
However, that smile quickly faded upon seeing Revenant, Beowulf, and your folded jacket sitting on the coffee table, “Dante.”
The younger twin slowly blinked as he opened his eyes and sat upwards, “Hm?”
“What is--” Vergil’s brow slowly furrowed further and further, “Why is their gear here?”
“Well..” Dante stood up and took a deep breath, “Look I ain’t gonna sugar coat it: They are missing.”
“ What? ” Vergil’s voice was sharp as he glared at Dante.
“Look, before you go and try to kill Nero--It wasn’t his fault,” Dante shrugged, “We would’ve had a tough time with what happened.”
Vergil made sure to enunciate each word clearly, “Dante, what happened.”
“They were attacked by one of those Revelation beasts. Your kid barely made it out. Nero said that they took your partner with them, so the demon wanted them alive for some reason.”
Vergil’s face went pale as his blood ran cold, “Where were they, I want to have a look at things.”
“Sure thing… I’m coming with though--you might need me,” Dante winked then stretched with a groan.
“Whatever.”
They did go look. Vergil found nothing. It was a dead end.
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Several months had gone by and the usual bustling and jovial atmosphere of the Devil May Cry had faded. Now all that remained was a quiet angst and depressed mood that was brought on by one individual alone.
The silence was broken by the sound of the garage door opening. Standing in the doorway were the two twin sons of Sparda; Vergil stood in front of Dante. The eldest headed up to his room, not saying a word. His silent steps were filled with anger; an emotion that has become a common theme in recent times. Dante just stood, watching his brother go up the winding stairs.
Across the room, Nero sat on the couch. His gaze moved off of his phone and onto the remaining brother--who was already raiding the fridge, “Any luck, Dante?”
“No! There was absolutely fucking nothing.” Dante was seething as he looked over at Nero, “Your old man is just so… infuriating; I am this close to shoving the Yamato so far up his ass--.” with a pinch of the bridge of his nose, the youngest twin huffed out a heavy sigh.
Nero shook his head with a small laugh; knowing exactly how Dante felt. Vergil would barely talk to Nero without getting an irritated tone and becoming condescending, “Don’t worry, it’s only gonna keep getting worse; how long’s it been anyways--four months?”
Dante let out a nod of affirmation walking over to his desk. He kicked up his feet and cracked open the bottle drinking the majority of the bottle in one go, “You know, at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if Vergil’s going to storm his way down into Hell just to make sure he’s looked everywhere.”
“He’s that desperate, huh?” Nero sat forward more on the couch, paying more attention to what was being said.
“That doesn’t even come close to describing how Verge’s being. I mean,” Another wave of building frustration was slowing creeping onto Dante’s face signified by his furrowed brow, “I don’t blame him for being worried--I would be if it were my lover--but still…” he exasperatedly removed his boots from the desk, making a slight thud as they hit the floor, “-he doesn’t have to be such a dick about things. I’m trying to help.” Dante was attempting to find his happy place--lest he wants to have another hole in the drywall.
“Vergil being a dick is nothing new--you’d know that better than me--he’s just not used to needing help,” Nero stood up from the couch revealing a manila envelope in his hand, “On a better note: Morrison dropped this off while you were out, said it’s for your eyes only.”
“Really?” Dante reached forward and snatched the envelope, “I wonder what that means, Morrison doesn’t often--” his voice slowly drifted as something inside the folder caught his attention. He continued to flip through the documents faster and faster with a wide-eyed stare.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Nero leaned over trying to take a peek at the papers, “What’s so interesting, huh?”
Without answering, Dante jumped up from his seat. The youngest son of Sparda ran up the stairs and began to bang rapidly on a certain blue demon’s door, “Vergil! Vergil, open up! Come on! Verge--”
A door pushed hard into Dante’s shoulder as a set of mildly bloodshot iced-over eyes met his, “What is it?” Dante stood frozen for a moment, not expecting Vergil to have answered the door so quickly; let alone seeing him after he had been (what appeared to be) crying, “What do you want, Dante.” Vergil’s sharp tone cut Dante from his thoughts.
“Shit, sorry. Just--here,” he shoved the folder at Vergil, “have a look at this.”
Vergil lifted a brow in curiosity as he let go of the doorknob and stopped shoving the door into his little brother. Sighing quietly, Vergil began to sift through the documents and pictures; the further he read, the further his brow creased. Vergil’s voice was rough and cracked as he looked at Dante, “Where--”
“Morrison dropped it off while we were out. Gave it to Nero… Is it that what I think it is?”
Vergil cleared his throat and took a short pause, “It could be--I would have to see it to be sure.”
“Alright, then saddle up princess, we got a job to do,” and with that, Dante left before Vergil chastised him for the jab.
A few moments later, Vergil came downstairs with his demon hunting gear re-equipped. Dante stretched his arms upward cracking his back quite loudly, “Ready, Verge?” Vergil gave Dante a curt nod and began to walk toward the garage door. Before leaving, Dante humorously cooed at Nero, “Make sure to finish your homework and be in bed by 7. We will be back in the morning--so behave till then. Love youuu~” flashing a wide sharp-toothed grin, he waved and headed for the door--ignoring the fact that Nero just whipped him off.
“Where is the location?” Vergil’s voice was deadpan as he unsheathed the Yamato.
“Here-” Dante handed Vergil the paper with the address, “So, what are we gonna do if it really is--”
“Silence." Vergil’s voice was sharp as his eyes turned to a harsh squint in irritation; tossing the folder off to the side.
Dante pursed his lips, pouting slightly at his brother’s attitude; but, didn’t feel like bantering so he remained silent.
Upon exiting the portal, the twins looked in front of them. The object of the job was before them, a large nest that was crawling with demons. Not wanting to waste time, they both ventured forward.
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A few hours passed as the brothers slashed their way through the mound’s inhabitants. Dante and Vergil stopped for a moment to catch their breath.
Dante adjusted his coat, “So, how far down do you think it’ll be? We gonna have to go all the way?”
“Most likely,” Vergil slicked his hair back, “Is that a problem?”
“ ‘Course not, just was wonderin’,”
Vergil didn’t respond and just continued forward, Dante following in toe.
Dante cracked his knuckles, “So if it is-- then what?”
“I do not know--nor will I know until I see it.”
“Really hope that this lead is real and not another stupid hoax,” Dante frowned.
“If it is not worth our time,” Vergil’s voice was filled with more hostility with every word, “I will make sure to give the client a visit .”
“No-- Vergil you can’t kill our clients; we are demon hunters, not people hunters. Plus, this nest needed to be taken care of anyway.”
The eldest twin only scoffed in response.
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It had been nearly eight hours since entering the nest and they still had no signs of what they were looking for. Both of them were getting crabby at this point; Vergil about the lack of evidence and Dante because of Vergil’s attitude.
“I swear--” Dante growled in frustration, “I am going to just fucking dig my way to the bottom of this fucking bastard.”
“That is impossible,” Vergil’s voice held no emotion.
“I know, I am just getting sick of this shit,” he groaned, “Just feels like we are getting nowhere--that’s all.”
Vergil stopped and tilted his head up slightly. Upon seeing this, Dante stopped as well.
“Verge, I didn’t-”
Vergil turned his head to the left and began to walk.
Dante rolled his eyes and pivoted in a grandiose manner, “Okay-ay, I guess we are goin’ this way now.”
They walked in silence for a few more minutes before coming to a dead end. Vergil began to scowl and stare at the wall.
“That’s a mighty fine wall there Verge, but what-”
“Break it.”
“... What?” Dante double-took at his brother’s words.
“I want you to break down this wall,” Vergil’s eyes moved sharply off the wall and to Dante.
“Look, Vergil, I made a joke about breaking shit down--wasn’t actually going to start--”
“Do as I say, Dante,” Vergil snarled, “Break. It. Down.”
Dante sighed, driving his sword into the ground, and responded by using a mocking baby voice, “Fine, mister grumpy pants.”
Using his Sin Trigger, Dante made quick work of the wall. The pair quickly stepped through as the hole repaired itself behind them. He shifted back into his human form and jogged after Vergil, who was already going forward. Another half hour passed of Vergil's speed walking forward intensely focused on something.
“Soooo… Plan on telling me what exactly you’re doing or are you gonna make me guess?”
Vergil hit Dante flat across the chest with a sheathed Yamato; before Dante could protest, he saw what his brother was staring at.
In front of them stood a fairly huge demon--the same one from the job's folder. The creature was similar to a centaur; however, a lizard (or demon) had been thrown into the mix as well.
A large spear was held by one of its three-fingered hands. On the body, there were three sets of violet claws; the legs of which were covered in a thick dark midnight blue fur with bits of sky blue streaks scattered throughout. Three maroon-scaled tails protruded from the back of the creature, a thin cerulean membrane trailing up the middle of each topside and trailing up the base of the creature’s skull.
Layered scales, colored the same as the tail’s, ran up the underbelly, body, and torso of the demon. Pale teal-green scaled skin was exposed through the frontline of the torso, showing off a muscular structure similar to that of a human.
Continuing up those scales led you to the head of the beast. It was similar in shape to a human’s but had seven eyes of pure milky white which filled the entire front due to the lack of a mouth. Extending from the sides of the face, there were clay-grey semi-transparent frills--appearing very much like a frilled lizard’s--that ran from the underside of the jaw up to a set of horns that the frills connected to.
Dante nudged Vergil, “Man, I thought Lady’s demon form was ugly--theirs takes the cake. Good job using that nose of yours and finding your mate, good thing you--” he stopped noticing his brother’s glazed-over stare.
Vergil was paying no mind to Dante or anything around him. His eyes were focused on the trinket that was embedded right in between the creature’s collar bones, nestled deep in the suprasternal notch. His blood ran cold as he would know that jewelry anywhere; it was his amulet half--the one he had gifted you on your anniversary nearly a year ago. He stood, unmoving--not even taking deep enough breaths to move his chest. Everything in him told him to fight the capsule of a demon in front of him; yet, he couldn’t bring himself to.
Dante, however, was paralyzed by neither fear, grief, nor anger; he was actually glad they finally found you. Giving one last glance at his, still very frozen, brother Dante moved into the large space--drawing the demon’s attention.
“So,” he started, “this is where you’ve been hanging out, huh? ‘Place is kind of a drag if you ask me,” Curiously, the demon slowly approached Dante, staring at him, “You ain’t gotta make this hard--just lay that big stick down and let us-” he looked back at Vergil, who still hadn’t moved, “or well let me get you outta there. Whaddya say?”
It stood in front of the younger brother for a moment then turned its head to look at Vergil. Without even returning their attention back to Dante, they punted the younger brother across the room with one swing of its paw. A loud crack emanated from the force of him hitting--and going through--the wall.
“Son of a Bitch…” With a groan, Dante slowly stood back up, “And I’m supposed to believe you’re the same person that gives me shit for my hugs.”
Digging his heels into the ground, Dante took off running. He raised his Devil Sword as he got within striking distance; however, the demon only backhanded him, sending him flying once more. The creature still hadn’t torn its gaze from Vergil; it almost seemed as if it was trying to place the eldest son. Dante attempted to strike again, only to be hit away for a third time.
The eldest son’s mind was racing; between infinite anger that spiraled to the deepest darkest depths of his demon and immense guilt for not protecting you eating at his human consciousness--Vergil, for the first time in a long time, was completely frozen. He was your boyfriend, your lover, your mate; he should’ve been there to protect you: instead, you ended up suffering something that he wouldn’t wish upon anyone.
“Okay, you bastard,” Dante sniffled as blood began to drip from his nose, pulling out Ivory & Ebony, “Let’s try this, shall we?”
Upon feeling the bullets hit the side of their legs, the demon turned to Dante--finally breaking their piercing staredown. It trotted towards Dante and swung its spear, only missing Dante by mere inches. He jumped onto the spear and ran up it, still firing the twin pistols. The creature used its free hand to grab Dante; moving much faster than the devil hunter had expected, and began to constrict him.
“Heh, you got quite the--,” he let out a strained groan, “quite the grip.”
Dante struggled a bit trying to loosen the demon’s grip. He couldn’t focus like this and, if he couldn’t focus, triggering (in any capacity) was off the table. So, Dante did what any younger sibling would do; he started to yell for his big brother.
“Vergil-- I could use a hand here!” Dante’s body started to ache from the pressure, “God damn it! VERGIL!”
The loud shouting from his baby brother pulled Vergil from his thoughts. He looked up at Dante and started moving. The demon’s attention was now drawn to the sudden movement of the oldest brother and ever-so-slightly loosened its grip. Not wanting to waste the chance, Dante quickly triggered; making the demon drop the lava-hot Dante.
“He-hey! Nice to see you finally helping out,” Dante rolled avoiding the large spear.
Glaring over at Dante, Vergil teleported near the creature’s ankle and sliced it with Mirage Edge; coating him with the creature’s blood.
Vergil moved to Dante’s side taking advantage of the few moments of reprieve the attack gave them.
“So, got any ideas?” Dante tried to wipe some of the blood off of Vergil’s face using his coat; however, Vergil harshly swatted away his hand.
Vergil’s brow furrowed, “Its front and neck would be the best places to try and cut it open; given its scales might be much thicker than I think…”
Dante twitched his head to the side in a nod, the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, “Better than nothing. Shall we?”
The twins decided to split, each going opposite ways. Confused about what to do, it followed Dante with its body while attempting to use its tails and back paws to hit Vergil.
Dante took another large hit and created another crater in the wall. He fell to the ground catching himself at the last moment, coming to rest in a kneel. He took a moment to wipe some blood that had begun to drip from his mouth.
A large heavy object slammed into Dante, it was Vergil. The two of them hit the wall together, Vergil’s weight only shoving Dante further into the already-created crater: they both were going to be sore after this.
They both removed themselves from the wall and stood side by side, both slouching slightly.
With a growl-covered groan, Vergil’s eyes sharpened their gaze upon the demon, “You still have a trigger left in you, brother?” his breath had become slightly ragged.
Despite his exhaustion, Dante clapped back with his typical sarcastic tone, “Always--you sure you wanna use yours?” Dante straightened his posture.
Vergil flicked out his arm on the side opposite Dante, summoning his doppelgänger, “For this, yes.”
There was a flash of light and the two were both in their Sin Triggers. It was quite the sight, one that only would occur when the brothers were fighting themselves. Neither of them had to tell the other what the plan was; perks of being twins as Dante would say.
Taking the same approach as before, they spilt ways--Doppel following beside Vergil.
The demon was confused and turning itself around in circles over how many fast-moving targets it was now presented with. Vergil and Doppel managed to keep the creature’s attention long enough that Dante was able to get behind the creature’s head. With great strength, Dante grabbed the creature’s horns and pulled its head back. He did his best to keep it steady; however, it thrashed like a bull and unexpectedly was able to shake Dante around. Seeing his brother struggling, Vergil sent Doppel to assist him. With the two both pulling on the creature in opposite directions, the thrashing slowed.
Seizing the opportunity, Vergil shot up the midline of the torso cutting along it with the Yamato. Once he reached the bottom of the amulet, he stopped and fell back to the ground calling back Doppel; Dante followed suit.
They both stood as humans, having exhausted their demonic energy, staring with bated breath. The demon’s midline showed the cut; however, nothing was happening.
“Verge ain’t--” Dante’s face went pale after turning towards his older brother.
Vergil looked pissed, no, he looked beyond pissed. His grip had tightened on the Yamato so hard his knuckles were turning colors. Without warning, Vergil triggered himself once more and took off toward the demon; this time, however, the creature wasn’t being held back by others.
He jumped off of the spear that had been swung and avoided the other hand’s attempt at grabbing the blue devil. His speed was unimaginable as he was instantaneously on top of the demon’s head. With great effort, he plunged Mirage Edge deep into the scaly skin and tissues of the creature. Swiftly, he yanked the blade down the middle of the face, down the throat, and stopped above the necklace. With one of his forearm blades, Vergil gouged out the amulet and tore it from its resting place.
A large amount of blood began to spew from the new incision. Vergil was thrown violently from the beast as it began to flail about. A plume of blue energy emitted from the man as he hit the floor--hard. Dante ran over to the hole containing the other twin with slight concern. The once again human, Vergil lay unmoving in the newly-formed crater as Dante slid down to his brother’s side.
“Hey, you’re not dead--right?” the red demon poked Vergil slightly.
Vergil slowly opened his eyes and glared up at Dante, “It will take much more to kill me,” he sat up and groaned quietly in pain, “I assure you, little brother.”
Dante laughed and offered a hand to help Vergil up; which, normally he wouldn’t accept but today Vergil was too exhausted to fuss over such things.
Upon exiting the crater they found the demon laying on its belly like a resting horse, slowly bleeding out from Vergil’s second attack.
Vergil moved to finish it off but was stopped by Dante’s forearm, “Allow me.”
Dante carefully used his Devil Sword and re-cut over the Yamato’s shallow slice. Although the demon was dying, it did put up somewhat of a fight by swinging its hands and claws at Dante; all the while, its gaze found Vergil’s again--who was slowly approaching the suffering creature.
“Just die already, you son-of-a-bitch,” Dante growled through his teeth as he dug his sword further into the demon’s stomach, making it shout an ear-piercing sad cry; which sounded almost human-- Vergil did his best to ignore that part.
The demonic corpse dissolved slowly. Vergil had made it to his brother’s side as he watched the disintegration before them. He bent over and picked up the amulet that he had dropped while being thrown around. With a gentle sigh, Vergil placed it into his pocket and stood back up.
The pair's attention was now drawn to where the head of the beast once lay. In its place, you were laying there; naked and dead to the world. At first, the brothers thought you were actually dead but then they heard your faint heartbeat and took a sigh of relief.
Vergil’s expression was a strange mixture of joy, anger, and sadness. He walked over to you, his steps were cautious and silent. Once by your side, Vergil removed his coat, gently wrapped you in it, and picked you up. His brief moment of solace was interrupted by a large tremor.
“Hey, uh, Verge--” Dante quickly moved to his brother’s side, “You gonna be able to get us outta here?”
Vergil paused for a moment giving thought to whether he could or not, “Yes,” he pursed his lips.
Dante noticed his hesitation and was going to question him; however, the younger brother quickly put together why. “Vergil, hand them to me--you can’t use Yamato like that.”
“No, I--” another tremor broke off a part of the ceiling nearby, “Fine.”
Vergil handed you over to Dante and pulled out the Yamato. With a deep breath, he sliced open a portal and traversed through with Dante right behind him.
Once out of the other side, Vergil didn’t even give Dante a chance to think before ripping you from him. Vergil knows that Dante wouldn’t dare hurt you, however, he had an overwhelming urge to keep you far from anyone besides himself.
Dante looked around and scratched the stubble on his jaw, “Uh, Vergil… This ain’t the shop,” the pair was standing where they had entered nearly twelve hours prior.
With a low mumble, Vergil avoided looking at Dante, “I don’t have the energy for that…”
Dante bit his tongue hard--all he wanted to do was poke fun at Vergil and would have if Vergil was in a better headspace. Instead, he just simply nodded at Vergil, “Well… I can call a ride if you want..? I’m sure Nico wouldn’t mind picking us up--given she’ll want a cut of the pay.”
“She can have my half; I got what I came for,” money was the furthest thing from the blue devil's mind, all he could think about was that he finally had you back.
“Alright--you sure you’re okay with--”
“Yes.”
Dante let out a small ‘heh’ and pulled out his very well-protected phone.
Nico showed up around an hour later. Once stopped, the door swung open, and out strode Nero.
He looked over at his father and uncle, who were sitting on a ledge and the floor respectively.
“Holy shit, you actually found them? Nico said that Dante-- I didn’t believe her…” Nero extended a hand to help the very sore Dante off the ground. Without so much as a nod to his son, Vergil got into the van.
Dante groaned and cracked his back, “Don’t take it personally, kid. Vergil’s in a weird mood.”
“What happened? I saw the folder that was thrown on the floor of the garage, but--” the pair began to walk to the van side-by-side, “I don’t get how you knew.”
“When we get back… or after I take a hot shower and nap… I’ll fill you in on the details at some point,” Dante slumped down on the couch in the van that was opposite Vergil.
Before Nero could protest at Dante’s wait time, the younger twin was sound asleep--even snoring a little.
With everyone in the van, Nico began to drive; despite Nero still standing. Before the youngest Sparda descendant went up to his seat, he turned to Vergil, “You uh… gonna be okay?” Nero felt awkward asking the typically stoic man such an out-of-character question.
Vergil looked up at Nero with a confused tilt to his brow then back down to you, “In time, yes.”
Nero nodded--shocked that he got anything other than ‘yes’ or the silent treatment--and went up to the passenger seat for the rest of the quiet ride back to the shop.
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The moment the van stopped; even before Nico had turned off the ignition, Vergil got up and was out the van door. He thinks he heard someone say something as he left, but he didn’t care. All he wanted right now was to be in his room with you in his arms. Quickly and quietly he headed up the stairs and into his room.
The eldest son prides himself on being the cleanest member of the Sparda line; however with you being gone, he had stopped caring about such trivial things. The room had quite a few sets of worn and unworn outfits strewn about. Several cups of half-drank liquids sat on various tabletops. The room wasn't messy by normal standards but Vergil was far from "normal".
He walked over to his bed. Vergil moved you so he could support your body with one arm and fixed the disheveled mess that was his bed. Once satisfied, he set you down on the bedding; he noticed that you were filthy --which wasn’t surprising due to what had occurred.
Vergil hesitantly left his room to get some warm water, rags, and some medical supplies. It took him a moment to figure out what to grab--he wasn’t the best at treating wounds, he hasn’t ever needed to know such things; so he was as methodical as possible. Seeing how Vergil was struggling to find what he needed, Nero silently helped his father gather what was needed. Vergil gave Nero a solid nod in acknowledgment of his help.
Upon returning to his room, Vergil began to gently wash your dirt and blood-ridden skin. While doing so, he noticed his hands had begun to shake. Furrowing his brow and pursing his lips in confusion, he stopped momentarily. Vergil never shakes, so what was going on?
Using exhaustion as an explanation, he dismissed it with a shake of his head. Vergil continued to clean your body. You had visibly become slimmer from the several months of entrapment. His eyes moved up to your face, you were still sound asleep but he noticed that you looked deathly sick.
He took the rag and rung it out. Your body was cleaned; however, you were still covered in wounds. Vergil knew that he couldn’t do anything for the copious amounts of bruises you had, so he moved to take care of several burn marks you had obtained; most of which were around your neck from Dante pulling on your demonic prison. Vergil put some burn cream onto his fingers and softly rubbed it on the marks. Letting out a shaky sigh, he moved on to the last thing he had to tend to before dressing you.
The Yamato might not have mortality wounded your capsule, but it seemed to have nicked your midline all the way up--the cut was too thin and clean to have been from Dante’s Devil Sword. After wiping his hands off, he applied an antibiotic gel along the cut. If you had been awake, you would have cussed him out, no doubt. The thought brought a small smirk to Vergil’s face.
He grabbed the gauze and began to dress the wound; however, Vergil stopped. His vision had become blurry and his mind went blank. During these past four months, he had cried a few times, but it was always controlled and well-restrained.
Right now, though? He felt like screaming. He felt like weeping until he became ill. All he wanted to hear was your voice, to feel your lips on his face, to be held as he sobbed uncontrollably. Vergil felt like a little kid again; alone and afraid of losing those he loves. A whimpering hiccup brought him out of his thoughts as he looked up at you. Confusion sunk in as he saw you were still fast asleep.
He froze. The noise had come from him. Vergil tried to suppress his tears; he hard-shut his eyes, tried angrily furrowing his brow, and even tried looking upwards; nothing worked.
Nothing could stop the storm of pitiful tears that leaked from his tired eyes. So, he worked through them and finished patching you up the best the blue devil could.
Another strained whimper left his lips as he straightened himself back up. You didn’t live at the DMC with the brothers, so Vergil did not have any of your clothes. He knew he couldn’t just leave you naked (since anyone could walk in and see you) so he rustled through his clothing. Vergil didn’t have much in the sense of “casual” clothes which made this difficult.
Eventually, he decided on a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a sleeveless black turtleneck. He managed to get you into the much-too-big clothing and tucked you into the duvet of his bed.
Vergil spent the rest of the night by your side holding your hand as he quietly grieved.
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Sunlight spilled into the dark room through the slightly ajar curtains. It was nearly noon and Vergil hadn’t moved from his spot next to you. Nero and Dante had both peaked in to check on you and the visibly exhausted hunter a few times… which they only got stared at in response.
The blue devil could hear your heart and your breathing just fine; but, was unable to keep himself from thinking you weren’t going to make it. He had convinced himself that this whole ordeal was his fault.
“Maybe if you hadn’t had such a noticeable trinket on you wouldn’t have been taken.” he thought, “or was it because you have been associated with our cursed bloodline that this happened?”
He felt a stinging in his eyes start once more, “I should have been there. It is my job to protect you and keep you safe. I failed you just like I have to everyone else,” his lips quivered as his breath stuttered, “Perhaps you would be better off without me,” Vergil’s chest heaved and his face twisted into a grimace. Once more, he had lost control of his emotions as he unintentionally tightened his grip on your hand.
“You trying to break my fingers?” a hoarse sarcastic voice snapped Vergil to attention. You had woken up and were staring at him with a gentle concerned crease of your brow.
Without a word, Vergil pulled you into a tight hug. Even if he wanted to say anything, he couldn’t; not in the distraught state he was in. Although you were still weak, you began to rub his back as you hugged. You relished in his scent and touch; something that felt like a distant memory while ensnared in the demon’s body.
“Miss me?” you heard and felt him shutter. He pushed further into you making you acutely aware of the large slice on your midsection, “Ow, fuck--”
Vergil left the hug upon realizing what happened and, still unable to speak, pointed to your torso. With unsteady hands, you rolled up the very loose black fabric, “Oh…”
Pulling the shirt back down, you looked at Vergil. His face was puffy and his eyes were bloodshot with prominent tear stains running down his face. Slowly you reached for your lover’s face and gently thumbed one of the tears from his cheek.
Vergil grabbed your hand and held it to his lips, just setting them against your cold skin. His expression was a mixture of painful sadness and overbearing happiness. A crease formed on his brow as he shut his eyes tightly. You could see Vergil trying to piece together what to say.
A few brief moments passed before he spoke, scarcely louder than a whisper, “I thought…” you felt his lips shake against your clammy skin, “I thought you were…” Vergil couldn’t bring himself to finish his words.
You sadly smiled as you used your held hand to thumb over his stiff fingers, “and leave you alone? Not in a million years, Vergil.”
The tremble in his lips worsened as his lips gently kissed your hand, stifling a whimper.
After he let go of your hand, you moved to sit on the edge of the bed allowing your feet to dangle off the side, “Come here..?” you beckoned to your unraveling lover.
“Are you sure--I do not want to hurt you again,” his response was sheepish and meek.
Not taking no for an answer, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto your lap. Having the large devil on your lap would have typically been uncomfortable; but, your want to hold him and comfort him in such a distraught state overrode every other thought.
He hesitantly straddled your lap. You noticed his uncertainty and gently pulled him closer, “Let me hold you, please?” you were trying to reassure him.
Which seems to have worked; he hastily put his arms around you. He held on tightly grabbing wads of the loose shirt’s fabric as if he were actively being pulled off of you. Since he was taller than you, his head rested atop yours. The side of your face was resting on his chest and your arms were wrapped around him as you began to rub his back once more.
The man’s breathing became ragged as he fought with himself and his emotions.
“Vergil, it’s going to be okay,” you lovingly rubbed your face against his chest, hearing his heart racing, “you can let go now.”
This small set of words finally undid the eldest son of Sparda.
You had seen Vergil cry before, but only in small quiet amounts; never as raw and shattered as this. The hunter began to shake within your grasp. The only noise coming from the man was loud uncontrolled sobs and sharp breathing. His grip on the shirt had become a death grip; holding on tight enough to rip through the tightly woven fabric. A deep rumble came from his chest as it seemed even his demon was crying out in anguish.
Deep within, you knew that these tears were for much more than your own disappearance. You knew that this strong soul had finally reached a breaking point. Closing your eyes, you pushed yourself into him and held him tightly, whispering sweet words of comfort to him. Gently and slowly, you kneaded against his back with your hands; knowing that it would comfort the blue devil.
Eventually, his cries slowed and his grip loosened. Vergil’s body shifted as he longingly kissed the top of your head. Letting out a heavy sigh and shutter, he leaned back. You smiled at him. Vergil smiled in return, his eyes creased at the edges pushing the few remaining tears from his eyes. He took one of his hands and placed it on your bicep. The other found its way to your face. He thumbed over your cheek and lips with an undertone of uncertainty and disbelief; that this was real, that you were home.
You leaned into the warmth of his palm, “I missed you too, Vergil…” a wave of a soft sadness mixed with love washed over you, “so very much.”
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ENDING NOTES:
Hope y’all like the art with this one--admittedly this would’ve been done much sooner if I hadn’t decided to add that. The scales and all textures are not things I drew; they are all sampled from real things--the feet, for example, are textured using orange peel(s). All colors (except the maroon scales) are from Nelo Angelo and both of Vergil’s sin triggers--I did change some saturations, but the basis for them is all from the stoic man’s palettes.
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I swear the next thing is not going to be more angsty/sad Vergil. I actually was writing this alongside “What Would They Think”--I’d get bored with one and write some for the other lol. Hopefully, you enjoyed this story! Much love y’all (I’m thinking something with V or Nero next; which, Nero’s H/Cs are the hardest thing for me to write for some fucking reason lmao idk what is going on with that.)
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Bonus short story that I wrote as a warm-up; post story stuff:
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Nero walked down the stairs of the Devil May Cry with a prominent dejected expression. With a small bounce to his step, the youngest Sparda descendant walked towards the fridge; however, an ‘ahem’ cough caught his attention.
J.D. Morrison was sitting on the edge of Dante’s desk smoking his typical stogie. The said owner of the desk was sitting there with a manilla folder in hand, staring at Nero.
Dante set the folder down, “So--” he leaned back in his chair, “How is he?”
Nero quickly glanced between the two, unsure of what he should and could say in front of the company broker.
The red devil raised a brow, “Well?”
“Uh-” Nero centered himself into Dante’s view, “He’s okay. Nothing’s really changed much.”
Dante slowly nodded and bit his tongue in thought for a moment, “... They awake?”
“No, doesn’t seem like they’ve even moved.”
“Damn it,” the younger twin sighed, “Let’s hope they do soon; I can’t stand seeing him like that.”
Nero shrugged, “At least Vergil’s not going to be a dick anymore.”
Dante laughed, “Careful, you might jinx us.” he grabbed the folder he had previously been paging through, “Interested in doing a job with me--takin’ Verge’s place for now?”
Nero took the folder from his uncle. After paging through it and reading it a bit Nero smiled slightly, “Sure, why not. Anything to get me out of here.”
“Good--” Dante turned his attention to Morrison, “We’ll take it.”
The broker smiled, “Glad to hear it. When--”
A loud abrupt noise cut off J.D.’s question. It had come from above them and Nero bolted to the stairs.
“Wait! Nero-” Dante got up fast enough to knock his chair over. He tackled Nero into the wall, preventing his ascension upward, “Stop.”
“Let go of me!” Nero shoved Dante off of him.
Dante put Nero in a sloppy cradle pin; holding him still, “Listen for a minute.”
The young hunter stopped struggling. He furrowed his brow as he whispered, “Is that crying? ”
With the same volume, Dante responded, “Yeah, it’s from Vergil.”
They untangled from the floor and stood up. Both of them decided to grab their gear before Dante acknowledged the semi-confused Morrison, “Let’s take this somewhere else--give Vergil his privacy.”
“Fine by me,” he stood up from the desk, “Although it would be nice to get an explanation once we leave.”
Dante nodded with an unintentional smile, “Not much to say… Just a long overdue reunion.”
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ENDING NOTES (FOR THE SECOND STORY):
I figure that Vergil and Dante might not get along per se, but are able to be kind of nice to each other. Giving each other support or defense when needed; they are family after all.
(This is why Dante wants to leave)
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Hellooooo, i really enjoy your works and your requests were open so can i please request a reverse comfort where the reader comforts vergil after he had a nightmare
Sweet Dreams (Vergil Sparda x GN! Reader)
Word count: 1189
A/N: anon. your brain. it's massive. you didn't specify which game (which is perfectly okay!) so he can really be read as any version of Vergil throughout the series :D
also thank you SO much for being my first request and i'm so glad you enjoy my works!!
i really hope you enjoy!
warnings for vivid talks of nightmares (with comfort ofc), a little bit of blood, and some cussing here and there.
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Vergil has nightmares and you're there to keep him safe. You'd always keep him safe.
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A dull sound resounds through my dreams. I twitch. I shuffle my head out from where it lays under my pillows, like I always do to block the morning sun. I wait. Wake up some.
A scream.
Vergil.
Oh no. I jolt out of bed, nearly tripping over my sheets in the process and drag my sweatpants up my hips. I grab one of my knives and latch its holder belt across my waist.
I hear nothing but screams and inhuman cries and I pad along, rushing across the long U-shaped hall all the way to Vergil's room- on the exact other side from my own room.
I get to the door and try to open it, only to find it locked. I growl out in frustration and wedge my knife between the stained oak door frame and the door itself and shove. Hard.
The door cracks open and I know I'll have to replace the frame later. Doesn't matter.
I bound into the room and stop just shy of Vergil's bed, ducking as his tail whips over my head.
As it whips again, his body half DTing in the height of his misery, I catch it in my hands and as it flicks and he claws through nightmares that are only in his head, I sit on his bed and drag his thrashing body into my lap.
"Vergil, wake up. C'mon, fuck, Vergil-" My words aren't working. His tail nearly slices its way out of my hand. I take a deep breath. Hold it.
"VERGIL!" I shout.
He bounces up in shock, almost knocking his head against mine. In his newly-awakened state, he claws his way to the edge of his bed, as far away from me as he can get and he scans the room for any dangers- and any of that which ailed him during the time of Nelo Angelo and Mundus.
His blue eyes are icy and cold but they're glowing a bright blue with his anger and fear. His brows are furrowed and he's bitten his lip so hard blood seeps into his nightshirt.
We're at a standstill and his breathing comes far heavier than mine. He's alert and afraid. I make the first move. Bad choice, but I do it anyways.
The point of his tail stops just short of piercing my jugular but his gaze softens the second I reach out both hands, palms up in a display of passivity. He allows one of my hands to move closer to his face and the second my hand is a hair's breadth away from his cheek, he grabs my wrist forcefully and smushes his face into my palm. His lip quivers and his eyes sharpen before they close and he lets out a sob. His tail drops.
I move closer and despite his size versus mine, I do my best to pull him back up to the headboard and as much into my lap as I can manage.
He's wracking with sobs and I know there's this narrow margin for which I can calm him while Nero and Dante are away on a mission. I know there's this minute, minuscule, fraction of a margin in which I can convince him he's safe.
I push his face into my shoulder and he cries out so loudly, so much more verbal than I'm used to, and my heart clenches horribly.
"Vergil, hey, I've got you. You're safe. You're at the DMC, you're safe with me, in Redgrave." I say as I stroke my fingers through his hair. His breathing is erratic but already, he's begun to calm. I'm lucky he didn't go for the Yamato in his cusp of fear when he first awoke.
He says nothing but I continue anyways.
"I've got you, it's okay. You're safe. Dante and Nero are kickin' demon butt for the week with Trish and Lady and Nico. And soon, Dante'll be back with enough pizza to feed a small army and he'll piss you off as the ladies laugh. And he'll throw a beer bottle at you- again- like he always does, and you'll try to stab him with the Yamato like always and Nero'll call you two dumbasses." I finish.
I'm breathless by the time I'm done but my words have more than done the job. My presence helps tremendously too. Vergil's breathing has evolved into hiccups and sniffles in my now tear-soaked tanktop. I don't mind so much. I make a mental note to tell Dante to let Vergil kick his ass when he gets back.
My hands keep curling through the thick pale strands of Vergil's hair. I move my other hand to his bedside table and grab the glass of water he keeps there and carefully open his drawer to get one of the cloths kept within. I pour the water carefully onto the cloth and begin dabbing gently at Vergil's blotchy cheeks to clean up the drying tears.
He hates that I'm looking and tries to hide his face from me. He doesn't want to seem weak. He doesn't want me to hate him. I couldn't even if I tried to.
I continue cleaning his face and I look him over, checking for any wounds. He has a few small swollen marks from his dulled nails and the new cut in his lip from his teeth, but aside from that and the damage to his throat and mind, he seems no worse for wear. I sigh in relief.
I lean down and press a soothing kiss against his forehead as I move his hair back from his face. I wipe at the blood on his lips. Good as new. The cut should heal come sunrise. I look to the window briefly. Probably past 3.
"I've got you, darling, I've got you. I need you to sit up a bit for me, okay?" I ask, setting the washcloth on his bedside table.
Vergil nods slowly and I let him take his time in shuffling himself upright into a comfier position. When he has, I bring the glass of water to his lips and hold it as he drinks graciously. He hums a bit more clearly now, though his throat is still torn from his screams.
I don't ask and he doesn't say anything, other than-
"Thank you." Vergil says softly. He leans toward me as I move the glass to set it back down safely. It's his turn to kiss at my forehead and I smile up at him.
I let him lay back down under the covers and his fingers play with his amulet thoughtlessly. A comfort him and his twin shared in rare moments.
As I snuggle next to him, he pushes himself into me as much as he can comfortably and I simply hold him as he needs me to as he drifts to sleep.
Right before he goes, into a far safer and much more guarded dreamland, he murmurs into my skin, "I love you."
I smile again and kiss his hair fondly. My fingers rub soothing figure eights into his back softly.
"I love you too, Vergil. Sweet dreams."
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as much as i like countries being born by simply appearing out of nowhere, i find the idea that each of them being created according to the prime myth of creation by people that live/used to live here before a bit more exciting.
imagine the tribe-spirits being engaged in their humans' mythology and playing along with their rituals, maybe even actively partaking in them or being worshipped as some ancient spirits/gods.
and since i headcanon ivan's first appearance as a vladimir-suzdal principality, which was primarly inhabitated by finnic tribe merja and later colonized by slavic tribes of ilmen slovens and krivichi, it could be plausiable that he was created according to the proto-uralic earth-diver myth.
i.e basically prior to his creation, ivan was a sapropel at the bottom of the lake nero, which symbolised the world ocean and rostov, the first capital of the principality, had transformed into the diver-bird (most likely, a duck), recreating the ancient myth of the merja tribe.
(of course, we don't know for sure what the merja people exactly believed in, but their closest surviving lingustic relatives the mari have the exact same myth)
in order to "create" his principality's physical body, rostov had to dive into the depths of the said lake and, as the great duck had pulled the piece of land in order to create the earth, he pulled the speck of the sapropel creating ivan as a country-spirit in the process.
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June of Doom #19
Devil May Cry - #19 - Guilt
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Nero ran at Dante, sword at the ready. He swung, and Dante brought up his own blade to counter the blow. They pressed harder, trying to break the other’s guard.
Nero suddenly spun away, ducking under Dante’s sword as he pulled his gun and fired. Dante leapt over the bullets, flipping over Nero and landing, drawing his sword to the back of Nero’s neck, touching the edge of his blade to the exposed skin there.
Nero huffed out in frustration. “Fuck.”
“That’s another loss for you, kid,” Dante said, straightening up and putting his sword away.
“Best three out of five,” Nero said, because the kid was too stubborn to ever just accept a loss.
“Sure, but only after a break.” Dante stretched, various joints popping. “I need a drink and some lunch.”
“Yea, alright,” Nero said, putting his own sword away. “But then I’m kicking your ass.”
Dante snorted. “Yea right. Next it’ll be best seventy out of one hundred.”
“Ah, shut up,” Nero said, shouldering him roughly. Dante just grinned at him until Nero couldn’t help but grin back.
“Here,” Kyrie said, handing water bottles to both of them.
“Thanks,” Nero said, stretching and heading for a tree that provided plenty of shade from the hot sun above them.
Kyrie smiled at Dante. “Thank you for visiting. He loves training with you.”
“Coulda fooled me,” Dante said, uncapping his water and taking a generous drink from it.
Kyrie shook her head. “No, he really does. You’re like a father to him, Dante. He never had that in his life. He appreciates it more than you could ever imagine. I’m grateful for how well you treat him. Thank you.”
With that, she turned and went to join Nero under the tree. Nero smiled at her, putting his arm around her. He did seem happier than usual today.
Dante leaned against a nearby tree. He eyed Nero, taking in the boy’s smile and his clear joy.
He did have a father. He just didn’t know it.
But what was the point of telling him the truth? Knowing Vergil was his father would just hurt him. He’d wonder if Vergil had ever known about him and if so, why he had never come for Nero. He’d struggle to comprehend the vile things his father had done. He’d have to a mourn a father he had never known.
He’d known Dante had killed Vergil.
Dante tried to push that battle out of his mind immediately. That hadn’t been Vergil, not really. Just a shell of Vergil under the control of Mundus.
Dante found he could no longer keep his eyes on Nero. Hadn’t they all deserved better? Hadn’t Eva deserved to live? Hadn’t her sons deserved to enjoy their childhood, not have it cut short by death and horror? Hadn’t Nero deserved to have his parents in his life?
But none of them got what they deserved.
He could tell Nero. Sit him down and explain all of it. Maybe it would hurt the boy, but maybe he’d grow to accept it all and even understand.
No. Guilty as it made him feel, Dante buried the truth in his own heart. Nero was better off not knowing.
“Hey, come on,” Nero called, snapping Dante out of his thoughts. “Kyrie brought lunch.”
Dante forced a happy grin as he joined the two of them. Nero had a genuine smile as he handed Dante a sandwich, a certain admiration in his expression.
Because Dante was the closest thing he’d ever had to a father. And he’d always longed for a family.
He had one. He just didn’t know it.
The guilt was hard to battle, but Dante took the sandwich and gave the kid a playful punch on the shoulder. He talked easily with Nero and Kyrie as they ate, all the while hiding the very truth of the boy’s life from him.
#june of doom#june of doom 2023#devil may cry#Nero Sparda#Dante Sparda#dmc nero#dmc dante#dmc kyrie#jtdoesjuneofdoom
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A Grand Order of all servants so far
Yeah we're a lot earlier in the game on Pathfinder, but it never hurts to get your ducks in a row. there will be links to all the servants below the readmore.
D&D servants: 1 2 3
Mash Kyrielight
Artoria Pendragon
Artoria Alter
Artoria Lily
Nero Claudius
Siegfried
Julius Caesar
Altera
Gilles de Rais
Chevalier d'Eon
EMIYA
Gilgamesh
Robin Hood
Atalante
Euryale
Arash
Cu Chulainn
Elisabeth Bathory
Musashibou Benkei
Cu Chulainn (Prototype)
Leonidas I
Romulus
Medusa
Georgios
Blackbeard
Boudica
VC #15: V1
VC #16: Richard 1
VC #17: Charlemagne
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