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[daeyton]

✨ Happy Christmas @copper-wasp !! ✨

Surprise, I had the honor of being your @dmcsecretsanta discovering your writings has been a gift all in itself, Two Cups of Flour gave me such warm fuzzy family feelings I hope you don’t mind your gift being inspired from your own work

I hope you have a happy holiday season and wish you all the best in the new year!!

#dmc #devil may cry #dante #vergil #eva #dmcsecretsanta #my art #eop #long post

[harlot-of-oblivion]

Your Wildest Dreams

Merry Christmas, @shiranyaaww!!! 🌹🎄🌹 Tis I! You’re local harlot and Secret Santa from @dmcsecretsanta! Hope your enjoy the sweet and spicy goodness! 😘

Rating: Explicit 

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“It seems my little butterfly has revealed her beautiful wings to me.”

You shiver at the tone of his sensuous voice while your body flushes under his intense gaze. Your arms begin to fidget as you fight the urge to cover yourself, wanting to show the spark of brazen hidden within your bashful soul. 

After all, you and Vergil have been seeing each other romantically for a while now. But you haven’t been very intimate with him yet...just some chaste kisses here and there with the occasional hand holding whenever he’s feeling comfortable. And you don’t mind taking the relationship slow; it’s nice dating someone who respects your boundaries and doesn’t judge your demure nature.

And now, you want to take your relationship to the next level, but every time you think to mention it you suddenly feel too anxious to speak up. 

Which is why you decided to let your body do the talking right after he escorted you back to your home. You were hoping the subject just might pop up after a few heated kisses, but when he breaks away to get a couple of glasses and some wine from your kitchen...you seize the chance to really say what’s on your mind by stripping off your evening dress.

You didn’t plan on revealing your sheer and lacy lingerie so soon, nor did you expect to take a more direct approach. And you almost lose your nerve when he comes back, wondering if you should cut and run as his eyes widen in surprise at your scanty wardrobe. 

But the amorous look on his usually stoic face along with his flattering observation tells you that he definitely got your message loud and clear. 

Vergil remains silent as he slowly stalks towards you with desirous intent. You hold your hands behind your back, showing off the blue bralette hugging your breasts while pushing all your worries aside. His silver blue eyes flicker down while a husky growl emits from his throat, making you tremble under his blatant gaze as he admires your petite form. 

He sets the bottle of wine and glasses down along the way, long forgotten now as he stands before you. His body heat gently warms your exposed skin while the scent of mint and cedarwood makes you giddy with lust. It grows quiet as he studies you closely, smirking a little as you crane your neck up to meet his inquiring eyes. 

“Are you sure?” he asks softly, reaching up to cup your cheek with his tender touch.

Your heart beats nervously as you try to speak, but your voice gets stuck in your throat. The only response you can muster is a shy nod of your head. 

Vergil gives you a patient smile as he lowers his head, tilting your face up before resting his forehead atop your brow. His ardent gaze bores into you while the breath of his gentle command brushes across your parted mouth. 

“Let me hear it from your sweet lips.”

You softly gasp at the request while your hands swing around from behind your back. You work up the courage to comply as you grab the lapels of his fine dining jacket, whispering your desire for the handsome devil before you. 

“Make love to me, Vergil.”

A small yip of surprise escapes your throat when his lips come crashing down upon your own. You softly moan and lean into his gentle yet firm kiss as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist. He lingers over your mouth for a moment, letting out a pleased hum when you nibble on his bottom lip. Then, he parts your mouth before sweeping in with his eager tongue. 

You feel yourself getting lost in the passionate kiss, following what your heart and body wants while pulling yourself closer to his body. Your arms slide up and around his neck, barely noticing when he lifts you up into his embrace. He prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist before whisking you away towards your bedroom. 

Vergil sits you down on the foot of the bed, breaking away from your lips to remove his coat. You watch him throw it on a nearby chair while moving further up the bed, never tearing your hungry gaze away as he unbuttons his dress shirt. His lips curl into a knowing smirk as the shirt slides off his shoulders, giving you a good view of his lean and sturdy chest. 

“You truly are a vision in blue lace,” he murmurs, praising your choice of lingerie while his eyes openly roam your body.

Your flushed cheeks grow hot at the compliment while your heart thrums in excitement. “And your beauty,” he continues as he slowly crawls over your dainty form. “So delicate…” he trails off while pressing a soft kiss against your brow. 

“Like the wings of a bewitching butterfly.” 

You whimper as his flattering words caress your skin. Vergil captures your lips once more as he carefully enfolds you within his arms. His husky grunts mingle with your sensual moans as he utterly consumes you, drinking you in like a starved devil. Both of your legs intertwine as you let him take the lead, giving him your heart and complete trust. 

Vergil gently pulls away from your gasping mouth and turns his attention elsewhere. He kisses a trail down your neck, leisurely asking if his touches feel good in between soft lovebites. You try nodding your head, but you quickly learn that he won’t move on unless he hears your approval. This goes on until he comes face to face with your cleavage, nuzzling his nose along the blue lacy fabric of your bralette before looking up at you. 

“May I?” he asks with a sensuous whisper while grazing your skin just below the hem with his fingertips. 

You bite your lip and start to feel bashful again, but he calmly awaits your answer while soothing you with a gentle kiss atop your hand. Your heart flutters at the caring gesture, and only after taking a couple calming breaths do you feel ready for the next step.  

“Yes,” you murmur, lifting yourself up off the bed a little as his hands slide under the bralette. 

Vergil slips the scrap of fine fabric over your head, tossing it aside as he quietly stares at your bare breasts. You shyly look away while folding your arms beneath your bosom, pushing them up slightly as you glance back with a coy smile. The faint blush coloring his cheeks let you know that you’ve successfully tempted the devil as he moves back in with a guttural growl. 

He takes his time exploring again, lavishing your breasts with searing wet kisses in between the same whispered question: 

“May I kiss you here?”

And you mumble the same reply between desperate cries and elated moans:

“Yes, please!”

This sweet ritual of mutual consent descends further down your body. You lift your bottom up off the bed as he drags your lacy blue panties down your legs. He brings the soaking wet gusset up to his face and takes a deep breath through his nose. Your whole body flushes with fervid desire as you watch him take pleasure in your aroused scent, groaning in ecstasy while pinning you down with his fierce gaze. 

You shiver at the intensity of his stare, but you still manage to invite him back by spreading your legs. Vergil tosses the soiled panties over his shoulder with an impatient huff before slinking towards you. He carries on with the ritual between your open legs, fervently kissing his way up past your knees. Your body quivers in pleasure as he softly bites your innermost thigh, gently sucking until your whimpering for more. 

“Oh, my lovely butterfly,” he murmurs adoringly, making your heart soar while his hot breath blows against your slick sex.  

“May I taste your sweet nectar?”

Your eyes widen at his naughty request. You look down in disbelief, but his captivating gaze instantly tells you that he really wants to… 

You feel yourself getting wetter as you wiggle your hips at the thought. He remains absolutely still between your legs, patiently waiting for your response with a wicked smirk on his lips. You take another deep breath before giving him a slight nod of your head. 

“Yes, my love.” 

Vergil softly growls as unbridled desire ignites within his smoldering eyes. You watch him move in even closer, tickling your thighs with his silver white hair. The soft giggle that bubbles up your throat turns into a choked gasp when you feel his questing tongue. He slowly laps along the length of your slit, giving you plenty of time to adjust before sucking your delicate bud.  

You keen and roll your eyes back, swaying your head on the pillows as he indulges both of your needs and desires. The room is soon filled with the sounds of your delirious moans with the occasional greedy grunt from your devilish lover. A thrilling tingle starts to build up in your belly as you steadily approach the highest peak of your pleasure. You bury one of your hands into his slicked back hair, feeling yourself teetering on the edge while your other hand wrings the bedcover beneath you.

Vergil hums as he reaches up and grasps your clenched fist, coaxing you to open your hand so that he can lace your fingers together. This tender gesture along with his deft tongue finally has you coming undone with a rapturous cry. You pull on his hair as intense pleasure flutters through you, sweeping you away on the winds of delight while holding his hand in a tight grip.

It feels like an eternity has passed when you finally come back to your senses. You’re vaguely aware of him withdrawing from between your legs. The distinct sound of a zipper quickly clears your dazed mind as you turn your head towards the end of the bed. You let out a weak whimper as the delicious sight of Vergil lazily stroking his cock greets your wandering eyes. He meets your heady stare before asking one last time with a lustful purr:

“May I make love to you now?”  

His final request rekindles your desire as you answer with a desperate cry: 

“I wanna feel you inside me!”

Vergil groans at your shameless response before pouncing on top of you. He seizes your lips with a fiery kiss while your arms encircle his neck. Both of your tongues clash against each other as he lifts your legs up before wrapping them around his hips. Then, he reaches down and adjusts his length before pressing the tip against your aching sex.

You relax and brace yourself as he gently sheathes every inch of his cock within your wet and velvety heat. He pauses for a moment, watching for any sign of discomfort before thrusting his hips at a leisurely pace. Your loving gaze never strays from his affectionate stare as both of you revel in each other’s pleasure.  

Your blissful sighs gradually turn into euphoric moans as his hips drive into you faster and faster. His brow furrows in concentration as he shifts your legs further up his waist, making you whine helplessly as his cock hits your sweet spot over and over. It doesn’t take you long to reach the precipice again, begging him to join you with a whispered plea:

“Please...come inside me, my love!” 

Vergil roars as your silken sex flutters around his cock, softly milking every drop of his seed as both of you come in each other’s embrace. His demanding tongue devours every ravished cry that spills from your lips, grunting with every stroke as he prolongs both of your pleasure. The sight, the smell, the sound of this moment...you never want it to end! 

But eventually, both of you drift back down to the waking world to bask in the afterglow together. You whisper your love and adoration for the devil that stole your heart while Vergil softly sings your praises with a gentle smile. Then, he fetches a damp washcloth and cleans you up before pulling you into his protective embrace beneath the covers. And as the rhythm of his soft heartbeat lulls you to sleep, you feel certain of one thing after this night:

Never in your wildest dreams have you ever felt so loved. 

#vergil #vergil x reader #devil may cry #dmc #dmcsecretsanta #hope this was everything you wanted aii! #it was a lot of fun to write! (✿◠‿◠) #harlot writes

[etlunainmorte]

Vergil X Reader: True Feelings

~ Hello, everyone! This is my present to Exy ( @impendingexodus ). A little Vergil X Reader to warm up your holidays!❤❤❤😍😍😍

I hope you like this! And Merry Christmas! ❤❤❤😍😍😍

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He knew this feeling all too well. After all, he did experience something like this a long, long time ago.

However, this time around, Vergil felt it was even more difficult than ever before.

It was one of those days when he just couldn't control his temper. The simplest things would easily annoy him, and the deadliest words would just spill out of his mouth uncontrollably, regardless of who was present.

Maybe it's just old age or frustration getting the better of him, or maybe it's his brother's incompetence in many things that pulls the two of them down as Devil Hunters but, whatever the case, he just couldn't explain why he explodes like that at times. Yes, that's the word. He just explodes.

Sadly, the last time he did that was when (Y/N) was around.

Actually, the girl didn't do anything wrong. She didn't step out of the line. However, the way his brother lingered to her, the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, it just,... sets him off. Normally, Vergil could withstand his brother's suspicious behavior towards (Y/N) but, this time, he felt,... different.

After all, he knew this feeling all too well. He experienced something like this a long, long time ago.

However, this time around, Vergil felt it was even more difficult than ever before.

Needless to say, the moment Vergil let out those poisonous words that threatened to burn his throat like acid, he felt as if someone just poured hot water right on top of his head. He felt so hot all over, he could feel his anger coursing through each and every part of his body beginning from his veins to the tips of his fingers and toes. He felt so close to exploding, to triggering, and yet, the moment he saw the tears dangerously coming out of her (E/C) - colored eyes, he instantly felt his heart dropping to the darkest pit of his stomach. The moment she ran away, scared of what he has become right before her and Dante, Vergil felt this deathly coldness seeping through those same veins that brought the heat of wrath all over his body. And when she ran away from him in fear like that, he felt a precious part of his being leaving him forever.

Precious,...

Was (Y/N) that precious to him? He didn't know.

All he knew was whenever she's with him, he feels very calm. When she's around, he feels this warm sensation glowing deep within his core. All those negative thoughts that constantly plague his head, of darkness, and evil, and danger, would instantly leave his body, to be filled with warmth, and something very soft and tender that he couldn't quite explain. In a very short time, (Y/N) has become a very bright beacon for Vergil. The beacon that calms his mind, and gives him a feeling of reassurance that everything would be fine despite the chaotic state of his being.

In all honesty, Vergil wanted to surprise her. He wanted to give her a little something for Christmas. After all, she has done so much for him during the past few months, even when he was still not the man he is now. After acquiring those memories from V, he realized how much she has cared for him. How she took care of him when he's wounded. How she fed him when he's starving and how she clothed him when he felt cold. How she stayed with him despite all difficulties and how she remained by his side during all those trials. And even when she first met the real Vergil, she did her best to understand the situation. Despite her confusion, she did her best to learn about his kin and the truth, and darkness, behind his family name.

And even when she found out the things he has done in the past, she chose to remain by his side. She chose to believe in him.

She chose to always be there for him.

However, Vergil knew he's becoming such a burden towards her.

More so, he's becoming more and more volatile towards her when Dante's around.

Dropping the Yamato on the ground next to his feet, he collapsed and went down on his knees, his chest hurting as the image of her crying popped into his head.

Just earlier after his outburst, Dante tried to reason with him. His brother tried to calm him. As a matter of fact, Dante received a few slashes from him before his senses finally resurfaced. Through his hyper sensitive eyes, he noticed his brother helpless on the ground, refusing to fight, and still trying to reason with him.

And through his hazy mind, he saw her anguished face once again. Begging him to stop. Begging him to listen to her.

Right then and there, Vergil morphed back to his human form, drew the Yamato, and made a portal to this isolated place where no one dared to follow him.

It was the place where he separated his human self from his demonic self all those months ago.

And as he knelt there, regretting all the actions he has done, he thought of nothing but (Y/N).

Of how much he wanted to see her smiling again. Of how much he wanted to spend the rest of the day with her. Of how much he wanted to feel her frail body against him. Of how much he wanted to feel protected and loved.

Protected and loved,... by her.

But he has messed up. His jealousy,... has driven her away,...

Yes, jealousy, that's the word.

Jealousy has driven Vergil Sparda mad.

How would he get her back? How could he explain everything to her? Would she even believe him? Would she even listen to him?

"Vergil?"

There. Just now, he heard her soft and tender voice. Oh, how he missed that sweet, sweet voice of hers.

"Vergil, are you alright?"

And even his mind was playing tricks on him. How could she know where he was? Unless,...

The man scrambled to his feet, turned around, and saw none other than her, (Y/N) herself, in the flesh.

But,... how?

She gave him a little smile as she made small steps towards him, probably still wary of him and how he would possibly react.

This made Vergil wince. Has he really fallen low enough to make her frightened of him like that?

"I don't understand." Vergil began as he watched her get closer and closer towards him. "You didn't have to follow me here,... "

Her nose bridge wrinkled ever so slightly at what he just said.

Oh, how adorable she looked doing that,...

"But, I'm here for you." She said as she looked up at him, her eyes ever so gentle and her voice ever so soft.

"I don't even deserve you." Vergil answered. "Do I,... even deserve you?"

(Y/N) sighed as she shook her head. Fishing something from her pocket, she said, "I thought I would wait until midnight to give you this but," From her pocket, she produced a small gift he reckoned she wrapped herself and gingerly handed it to him. Placing her hands behind her back, she nodded at the little present in his hands. And with that adorable little smile of hers, she went on, " ... I guess there's no better time than tonight, right?"

A series of words came out as mere mumbles from Vergil's mouth as he looked at the gift then at her, then back at the gift once more, and this made her chuckle.

"Go on! Open it." She invited.

With a deep breath, Vergil placed his fingers on the little bow and carefully pulled it loose, letting the soft fabric wrapper fall flat on his palm.

What he saw confused him at first. It was nothing more than a small bundle of handmade bookmarks of all shapes and sizes.

How - ?

Then, he finally remembered. He finally remembered, and it actually made his eyes sting.

"Do you remember this?" (Y/N) began as she pointed at one particular bookmark that looked like a bird. "We both made this one to look like Griffon. I remember he was so annoyed by this, he actually tried to rip it apart!"

"(Y/N), I,... " You,… you kept these bookmarks,… all this time?

"Oh! And this one." She went on, now pointing at a gun shaped bookmark made from colorful pages of old magazines. "I remember there was a storm. We couldn't go out so we borrowed some of Nico's old Artisan magazines, and we were inspired to make our very own weapon. But, we're not Artisans, so, instead, we made this to pass the time! Do you remember, Vergil?"

"I - "

"And this one." She said, pointing at a Christmas tree shaped bookmark. "Do you remember this?"

Vergil closed his eyes, still trying to contain the emotions that were flooding out. He nodded, simply because he couldn't trust his voice.

"It was my idea." Vergil said, his voice hoarse and low. "I told you I'd buy as much books as I can with my own earnings as a Devil Hunter and spend the holidays reading them with you."

Vergil waited for her answer, and a few moments later, a smile creeped up on the corner of her lips. "Well, the books are ready, if you still want to come home with me."

"W - what do you mean? What is - ?"

"Umm, I mean, there's comedy, and tragedy, romance, poetry, of course, and those comics you saw at the local book shop once. The Far Side series. I got all your requests."

"I had no idea back then if I would live long enough to experience this day with you." Vergil added, his emotions betraying him.

"Hmm? You're here with me, right now."

"I knew I was at death's door, and I didn't want you to worry."

"But, you came back."

"And I was a terrible, terrible man." Vergil went on, trying to ignore the pain in his chest. The pain of bottling up all of his emotions.

The girl tilted her head to the side. "Why would you say that?"

"I,... hurt you! Despite everything you did for me, I still made you cry. I don't,... deserve someone as good as you!" Finally letting the painful truth go, Vergil sighed and gave her a pleading look. "I want you to have a happy life together with the man you love. I don't ever want you to experience pain, or suffering, or sadness. I want the best for you.

"(Y/N),... it's the best I could do for you for everything you've done for a,... shameful,... and tainted man,... such as myself."

There. The words were out, and honestly, Vergil felt so stupid for saying those.

And (Y/N)?

Well, the girl seemed to agree with him on that!

"W - what's so funny?" Vergil mumbled in embarrassment as he watched the girl control her mirth. "D - do I have s - something on my face?"

"Oh, you are a terrible, terrible liar, Vergil!" She spoke through her laughter.

Ah, it seems I have lost to her yet again,... "And what do you want me to say?! (Y/N), be with Dante because you deserve each other? Go out, spread the happy news, and,... multiply?!"

"Who told you I like Dante?!" The girl went on as if she's mocking Vergil's words.

Ah, so much for letting out those crushing and painful feelings,...

"Well, do you?!"

"Oh, dear, of course, I do! But, only as a friend." The girl informed him, then rolled her eyes. "And who said anything about," she stepped closer, dangerously closer, towards him and pressed an accusing finger against his forehead. Which looked very cute, considering the gap in their heights. " ... MULTIPLYING WITH YOUR BROTHER?!"

"Y - you mean, y - you're not in love with Dante?" And once again, Vergil felt he was back in middle - school, confessing to his very first crush.

Once again, Vergil heard her laughter. And her loveable snort. Oh, how he missed the sound and the sight,...

Then, without warning, Vergil felt something very soft and sweet, the taste of cherries, and,... chocolate? Against his lips. Then, the flowery scent of her hair assaulted his nostrils. Her smooth arms went around his neck, and he slightly felt her weight when she clung to him. He closed his eyes, wrapped his muscular arms around her shapely waist, held her oh so close to his chest, and finally,... finally! Moved his lips against hers.

Heaven. It felt as if he has died and gone straight to Heaven. He, a sinful man who has committed grave mistakes in the past, was being showered with love and affection by the loveliest Angel he has ever met.

With the rhythm of their lips and the soft moans of the girl he loved, Vergil felt that a great blessing has just entered his life.

Yes, he may have lied to her about him wanting her to be happy with someone else. Yes, he told her that he didn't deserve someone as good as her. But, deep inside, he wanted to be hers, and hers alone. He wanted to hold her like this for the rest of his life. He wanted to do more than read those books with her. He wanted the two of them to make their own stories, together. And,... more.

Vergil opened his eyes and saw her pouty lips as he broke the kiss that seemed to go on forever in their heads.

"I,... have a little surprise for you, as well." He revealed, his voice sounding as satisfied as it can be.

"Really? What is it?"

The corner of Vergil's lips curled up in a mischievous smirk, and this sent delicious shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

"Oh, my love, you can keep guessing until we get back home." Vergil teased as he carried (Y/N) like a Princess.

"My love, stop being a tease and at least, give me a hint." The girl teased back with a mischievous smile of her own.

My love.

Those,... were the sweetest words he has ever heard in his entire, miserable life.

"You want a hint!" Vergil exclaimed theatrically, planting a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Let's say it's something you'll be mesmerized with for the rest of the evening,... "

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[nuxcia]

Ko-Fi ▬ Masterlist ▬ Curious Cat

@dmcsecretsanta for @nalax9 Merry Christmas to you, dear !

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[thenightgazer]

A Long Way Home

While still trapped in the Underworld, Dante and Vergil have to resolve their family issue. One that can't be solved only by swords and guns.

It's been two years since Red Grave incident, one week after Christmas, and still no news about Dante and Vergil. That leaves Nero terribly upset, but little did he know that miracle will come to him very soon.

Merry Christmas @nibbbs! Surprise surprise, I’m your secret santa from @dmcsecretsanta! Hopefully you enjoy the gift I wrote for you! Happy reading and happy holiday!

You can also read it on my AO3!

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The Underworld has never been this quiet before.

That forsaken place is the real no man’s land; always boisterous with fights between demons to take over the throne of the Underworld. Be it a slaughter between lower demons or higher demons, they couldn’t care less. Their primal instinct is just craving more power and of course, human flesh. But since the portal to cross into the human world isn’t always unfolded, cannibalism is ineluctable. It’s either eat or be eaten. It’s bound to happen and demons don’t have any choices but to yield to the Underworld’s natural law. Surviving and escaping the Underworld seems like an absurd fantasy for humans, even for demons as well.

Which is why voluntarily jumping into the depth of the Underworld to save the world is considered to be a valiant and honorable act, yet also frivolously lunatic.

Well, for Dante, lunatic sounds like his middle name, if he ever had one.

He chuckles by the thought of that.

“What are you laughing at?” Dante’s problematic twin brother Vergil snarls.

“Nothing,” Dante closes his eyes. “Just having a weird thought.”

Vergil replies nothing. He shows no interest in Dante's daydream, but that’s just probably because he’s too tired to even think of a reply. The twins couldn’t count how many days have passed since they cut the Qliphoth tree down. They spared and killed any demons nearby, exploring other regions of the Underworld simply because they are bored and need some time to rebound their lost time as brothers. Now, exhaustion forces them to take some rest. They lean side by side on the scorched desert, staring at the perpetual black sky while restoring their energy.

Dante can sense a demon’s presence not too far from where he is right now, but that presence fades eventually. “You feel that too, Verge?”

“I do,” Vergil murmurs. “The words have been spoken, I presume. That they better not to disturb us if they still want to live.”

“Well, once we recover, they’re going to die anyway.”

Vergil’s short hum speaks of his concurrence.

Dante shifts his hands under his head as he glances to his brother. Vergil stiffly lies on the ground with Yamato on his chest while his hands gripping on it. He might close his eyes but Dante knows his brother can still attack his opponent while closing his eyes. As hard as a steel, this old bastard, Dante amuses at his idea. “Rest means relaxing, bro. You don’t have to be on guard all the time.”

“I’m preparing for any attack.”

“It’s not like there is a demon near us at this moment.”

“Have some self-consciousness, Dante. You could attack me at any time, given a chance.”

Dante wakes up straight away. “Why would I wanna attack you?!”

“There’s always a possibility.”

“Says the guy who always has the intention to kill me, huh,” Dante lies back again. “Seriously, Verge. Just for five minutes, stop thinking and go to sleep. Bet it’s been a while since you have a proper sleep, right?”

Neither show any agreement or disagreement, Vergil turns his head to Dante. “Why are you still awake then?”

“Huh? To keep an eye on you, of course. Who knows you’d do some weird shit outta there again.”

Vergil curves a smirk, then turns his eyes to the dark sky again. “I see. You are also scared of me attacking you while you’re asleep, aren’t you? We’re twins, after all.”

“I don’t-” Dante almost bite his mouth.. “Man, you’re as sharp and annoying as you always have been.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“Yeah right.”

And there’s silence again. It’s been days, or weeks, since the last time Dante hears any demonic voices around him. To be honest, he kind of expects their appearance. He likes talking to Vergil, but the older brother has an issue in healthy communication. Hell, Vergil is a difficult person and Dante wonders if the eldest children around the world are always like this. But Dante realizes he is also no expert in social interaction, and fighting is also the only thing they both are good at. Vergil would talk a little bit much when fighting, even if it’s mostly taunting and mocking Dante, yet it’s better than having Vergil succumb to the dark side again.

“By the way,” Dante breaks the ice. “Are you ready now to tell me who’s the lucky girl a.k.a Nero’s mom?”

Vergil draws the Yamato above Dante’s throat. “One more word, and I’ll cut you into pieces.”

“C’moooon! I’m curious!”

The Yamato is now touching Dante’s skin. “Final warning, Dante.”

Dante flicks the Yamato’s blade. “Fine. Whenever you’re ready, bro. You might not want to tell me, but you owe that to Nero. He’s your son. He deserves to know.”

Vergil sheathes Yamato, scoffing at Dante’s warning. “It’s not like I’m going back to the human world.”

“Well, we HAVE to!”

“Pray tell why I should agree with you.”

“I have a shop to run and there’s a new menu at my favorite pizza parlor. You should try it, by the way. And you got a lot to explain to Nero. You don’t wanna be a deadbeat like Father, right? Though you kinda already are all this time.”

“You know it better than anyone else that I didn’t know Nero’s existence until you told me so.”

“Which is more reason why you have to come back to the human world soon. You can say you don’t need to catch up with Nero but I know you want it. You left him your frigging book; the same one you didn’t allow me to borrow. Dear ol’ Vergil got some soft spots for his son, huh?”

Vergil turns his back from Dante like a sulking child, ignoring his younger twin’s laughter. As expected from a cold man like him, he won’t ever admit that every single of Dante’s words is true. Again, a long and neglected fear consumes him. What’s fatherhood for a man who ran out of place and time like him anyway? Is there any chance for him to fix his family? Getting back in terms with Dante is one thing, but with Nero, the son he had never met before his escapement from the Underworld? Does he even have a right to call him his son after all he had done to him?

After quite long of silence and battle with himself, Vergil murmurs a question to Dante. “How old is he?”

Dante almost squealed if only he didn’t remember not to ruin Vergil’s mood or else they won’t have any friendly conversation anymore. “Nero? Twenty-something, I guess. Haven’t asked him myself.”

“How did you meet each other?”

“Long short story, some weird-ass cult that worshipped our father as a god turned out evil and wanted to use our father’s power to rule the world-”

“The Order of the Sword?”

“Right! You did your research! Nero was one of them but rebelled after they kidnapped his girlfriend and killed her brother. I came to Fortuna to retrieve the Sparda sword and apparently your kid was able to summon the Yamato and I got the picture already. He got white hair, he summoned Yamato, tried to kill me repeatedly, stab me with Rebellion and Yamato, craving for more power to save his beloved. I wondered where he got that from, by the way~”

A hint of smirk curves in Vergil’s mouth.

“Then we worked together to save Fortuna from a pope who was obsessed with our Father and destroyed the island. We succeeded and brought peace. Nero got his girlfriend back, and we established the branch of Devil May Cry in Fortuna. The end.”

“A heartwarming, and very unoriginal story.”

“You think I made up that story?”

“Didn’t say that. I am merely implying that I heard stories similar to your experience.”

“Hell knows you are the coldest person alive, but you are a terrible liar. You are a man of pride, after all. Lying doesn’t suit you.”

“I can tell thousands of lies as I please, if only that’s necessary,” Vergil takes a brief look at Dante’s mischievous face. “But I won’t, if it’s concerning my son.”

Is this really the Vergil I used to know? Dante can’t hold his grin while elbowing his brother. “Starting to feel like a real dad, huh?”

“Silence.”

“Admitting that you love your son won’t do any harm, Verge.”

“I-” Vergil stumbles upon his own words. He growls impatiently, hurrying himself to get up and sit down as he wipes his face frustratedly. “We’re not having this conversation anymore.”

“Why? Just because you can’t admit that you grew care for your son?”

“Because I’m a terrible person!”

That was the most honest words that came from Vergil, if anything, ever. When was the last time he showed his vulnerable side like this? Even as V, crumbling and dying slowly, he didn’t even spare Dante any sign of defeat and regret. Dante gets up, clapping Vergil’s shoulder. “Only if you still want to destroy the world and kill your own family, then maybe I’d call you the worst shit in the world too.”

Vergil shakes his head. “If only…”

“Huh?”

“Had I known I have a son back then…” Vergil says bitterly. “I would never leave him. I would never go pursuing power or raising that foolish tower and this ridiculous tree…” he points to the remains of Qliphoth tree with his sword. “I would have a better chance to be… a good father for him…”

Regret always comes late, isn’t it? The ‘if onlys’ never come at the front of the mind, merely whispering behind the head but never appearing into the surface before regret comes. Vergil knows that, but never really understands it until Dante tells him that Nero- the very man whose arm was ripped by him and still willing to help him in every way- is his own flesh and blood. His priority was to seal the gate of the Underworld and cut the Qliphoth tree, so that Nero and the rest of the human world are safe and sound. He will stay in the Underworld to redeem himself, for he thinks he has no place in the human world for all he has done. He planned to create a portal to the human world after he fixed things up with Dante to kick him out from the Hell with force, because he knows Dante won’t leave him alone again and will do anything to drag Vergil out from the Underworld. The plan is simple. It should have been easy to execute.

Yet ever since Vergil landed at this hellhole, his steps are getting heavier as time goes on. A haunting voice inside his head kept telling him to come back to Nero as soon as he finished his job cutting Qliphoth roots. Another sound tells him he should stay longer here with Dante to catch up with their sibling bound. The third sound, more demanding and urging, tells him to stay in the Underworld forever as a redemption.

“Y’know, bro,” Dante folds his legs as he seizes the Yamato from Vergil’s hand and puts it on the ground, which dismays Vergil. “Gotta admit that I wanted to kill you because I wanted to free you from evil, and get rid of Nero’s burden of having you as his father. Though he proved to us that we are just a bunch of nonsensical idiots who got unsolved sibling problems between us-”

“I am not an idiot!”

“You might have scored higher on the Math test than me but you’re still an idiot!” Dante barks. “Anyway that’s not my point! What I mean to say is, as much as I hate your dumb-as-rock head, you’re still my brother. And it’s never too late to fix things up.”

Vergil scoffs and takes his sword back to his embrace again. “How can you be so sure?”

“I blamed you, y’know, for that day” Dante admits, his eyes getting darker and the carefree vibe in his voice is gradually gone. “For not rescuing me and Mother.”

Vergil streaked at that confession. “What do you mean?”

“You thought Mother only saved me and left you behind while she died searching for you,” Dante woefully chuckles. “But for me, on that day, I thought you would come to rescue us.”

“I was planning to-”

“She could have hid with me in the closet until you come to save us. That’s what I thought back then when she died, and you never came back. I thought you left us, before I heard one of them say they had you killed. There I was; frightened and thinking that I was alone. My mother and brother died. No one could save me but myself. I was blaming you for running away that day. If you didn’t, we could have defeated them all and protected our home.”

“Or, we could have died. All of us.”

“Exactly. Instead of blaming you, I blamed myself for picking a fight with you. Should’ve left you and your book alone,” Dante stands up, spinning the Ivory before shooting a flying demon that approaches them. “I lived by loathing myself, until I met you again in that cursed church, remember? I was genuinely happy to see you.”

“I remember,” Vergil nods slowly, recalling a blurry picture of their younger selves. “You said you are a devil hunter and will be filthy rich someday.”

“Still waiting for that day, actually. Yet you fucker started being a dick, saying shits about power and stuff,” Dante’s harsh voice trembles slightly. “I thought we could start over as a family, but you decided to fucking stay in the Underworld. I couldn’t save you at the gate of the Underworld. I couldn’t save you at Mallet Island. I could save everyone else, but not my own family.”

Vergil raises up. His arm is reaching Dante’s shoulder, but it never touches him. His hesitation is rational, for he knows words can’t describe how Dante must have felt towards Vergil. Hatred might be the wrong word; it sounds too soft. Too lenient, too merciful.

One could tell it’s disappointment, Vergil gets his answer as Dante turns over to face him. The mischievous little brother side of Dante has gone as he aims his gun at Vergil. It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. Let alone a family.

Dante wails horridly. “Always the quiet one, ain’t cha? Remember how our parents always told me to be quiet like you? ‘Why can’t you just behave like Vergil?’ Guess what? At least I’m not the one who fucked the world up and ripped off my son’s arm-”

“Dante-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Dante’s grip on Ivory is slightly trembling as he snaps. “I’ve been through shits too, Vergil. I missed Father and Mother. I missed you, for fuck sake! After all this time I believed I killed you in Mallet Island, then you came out of nowhere to destroy the world. I came out with the conclusion that you didn’t even change a bit, just an egomaniacal who thinks the world only revolves around him. I needed to kill you again because I don’t want my nephew to kill his own father. Don’t you fucking realize how maddening was that?!”

A bullet passes through Vergil’s head. The older hybrid stands still without any intention to return the attack, only wiping the blood from his forehead. I don’t have the right to be irritated, he reminds himself while his mouth forms a bitter grimace as Dante puts the gun on Vergil’s forehead, ready to pull the trigger anytime soon. For a second Vergil can sense Dante is going to lose his temper as he catches a glimpse of red flash in Dante’s eyes. Ever since they were kids, Vergil was always aware that Dante in his total wrath is dangerous. A ticking bomb , Vergil recalls what their father said about Dante’s anger as he watches the raging fire in Dante’s eyes ignite until it’s slowly fading.

“But I changed my mind again,” Dante continues. “Instead of blaming you and carrying on the bad blood, I choose to start over. And that’s how I can be sure,” he pokes Vergil’s head with the gun before putting it back into his coat. “That everyone deserves a second chance and it’s never too late to fix what you have done.”

The red devil yawns as he slams himself on the ground again, stretching his hands before he closes his eyes. “Sorry for raising my voice. It’s just impossible to use soft words whenever I’m talking to a stubborn jackass like you.”

He opens one of his eyes to see what Vergil would react. His older brother sighs heavily, sitting beside Dante’s lying body and puts his katana on the ground. For a man with a soul of a true warrior like Vergil, putting weapons down on the ground is a sign of defeat. Which is the reason why he was slightly aggravated when Dante seized the Yamato and put it on the ground as if he told Vergil to surrender. It should be a humiliating act, but for once Vergil throws his pride away.

Because you are right, Dante.

“Dante,” he calls his brother. This time there’s no hostility in his voice, only sincerity and repentance. “I am ever so sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Dante smirks playfully. “Why do you think I’m here if I still hold a grudge against you?”

“I mean it,” Vergil emphasizes. “Truthfully. For everything I have done… and my sincere gratitude for taking good care of my son while I wasn’t there for him.”

“Honestly, Verge. Forget it. I only do what I have to do.”

Watching his little brother finally howls in laughter, a surge of warmth fills Vergil’s veins as he joins the laughter. It’s comforting, since they can’t remember the last time they laugh together without any fight and bad blood. I barely remember how it feels like to have a family, Vergil chuckles while Dante kicks Vergil’s knee mischievously. Was it always this… warm?

“Dante.”

“Yup?”

“I think we should go back to the human world now.”

Dante whistles in joy. “Ready to meet your grandkids?”

“Do tell me the truth,” Vergil growls, impetuously tugs Dante’s collar. “Are you serious about grandchildren or you just make it up?”

“For fuck sake, Verge! Didn’t you know that already when you ripped your son’s arm?”

“I didn’t pay much attention... I can only recall a voice of woman called Nero for dinner- not the voice of that mouthful friend of Nero-”

“Yeah that was Kyrie. Your soon-to-be daughter in law. Anyway they adopted kids called Carlo, Kyle, and Julio,” Dante pats Vergil’s shoulder with pride and teasing manner. “Congratulations, you’re officially a grandpa! What a fine day for revelation!”

As if my life could get any worse, Vergil grinds his teeth in frustration as he releases Dante from his grip. “How unfortunate.”

“C’mon, swing that flimsy sword of yours and make a portal to the human world. We got plenty of things to do! I gotta pay those bills, refurbish my shop, return Kalina Ann to Lady, and buy a birthday present for Patty.”

“Rather a cumbersome list you got there, Dante.”

“What can I say? I’m a busy man! Now get your ass up, old man! Nero’s waiting!”

---

It’s already two fucking years.

Nero was never a believer. There’s no such thing as a miracle, he told himself. Protecting Kyrie and the kids is an endless responsibility that bestowed upon him. There’s nothing he won’t do for their happiness and safety, even if it means to cost his own well-being. He relies on nobody but himself. He doesn’t pray. He never tries to exceed any expectation, because hope is a dangerous and fragile thing. Hope bothers him, and he hates to be bothered.

Yet, lately, he almost surrendered by the temptation to hold some hope.

What hope? Nero rejects his own thought. For those douchebags to return safely? Gimme a break.

Sitting in his garage and polishing the Red Queen, Nero takes a brief look at the snowy ground outside of the house where the children are building a snowman. He grins at Kyle who waves at him; the youngest from the three children he adopted, who’s now taller and braver than he used to be when he found the little boy searching for some scraps at Fortuna’s slum. Nero chuckles when a glimpse of a picture of Vergil meeting Kyrie and the boys pops out from his head. Would they be pleased to meet him? Would Vergil be pleased to meet them? Would he himself be pleased to meet Vergil again? There’s no fucking way for them to coming back, Nero slaps himself. They either die or shit themselves in the Underworld. Probably fucking fighting again like toddlers.

Still, the thought of his father and uncle somehow return and meeting his little family is overwhelming. Nero can’t even hide his smile anymore. He throws away the rug he uses to wipe the blade and hangs the Red Queen on the wall.

Come to think of it, that fucker ripped off my arm in this garage too.

He lays a hard punch on the wall.

“Keep punchin’ the wall, and ya would destroy the house.”

Nero glances at his friend and partner in crime, Nico, who rests her back on the van and lights her cigarette. He still finds it strange to witness Nico in her winter outfit, a contrast to her usual tanktop and shorts she used to wear before winter comes. "How many times have I told you to smoke outside the house?”

“Ya blind or what? It’s cold outside!”

“Darn it, Nico! Then don’t smoke!”

“Too late~” Nico barks a laugh while blowing a smoke. “Anyway, why did you punch the wall like a madman?”

Nero shrugs nonchalantly. “Nothing. Just feeling like punching something.”

“Cut the bullshit. Ya missed yer old man, ain’t cha?”

“Buzz off, Nico.”

“Aaaaw, don’t be so meanie~”

“Seriously, Nico. Go bugger off someone else. I’m not in the mood for having a chit-chat.”

“Everyone’s worried, ya know,” Nico exhales exaggeratedly, pointing at the children outside. “Those lil’ brats asked me if somethin’ pissed ya off because ya look like ya wanted to punch someone in the face since the Christmas party last week.”

“I indeed want to punch a certain person,” Nero lets out a cackle. “But he’s not available at the moment.”

“Y’know, I’m not an expert of daddy and son shits, and yer dad is obviously not an ideal father, but it’s totally okay for ya to miss him. The jackass did save the world, at least.”

“Thanks, Nico. That’s so motivational. I’m deeply touched- ouch !” Nero swears when a sturdy plug lands on his head. “What the fuck Nico?!”

“Talk to Kyrie,” Nico lowers her voice. Her brash mouth always sounds kinder and empathetic when she talks about Kyrie. “Ya locked yerself in this garage the whole day! You’re making her worried, ya know?”

“I think you should double your eyeglasses. I didn’t lock myself. See that door? It’s unhinged, because I need to make sure the kids are alright.”

“Yeaaah whatever. Go talk to her, pretty boy. I’ll watch over the brats.”

“Fine…” Nero scratches his nape as he walks away from the garage. “Don’t let the kids go anywhere near my weapons!”

“Gotcha~!”

Nero never meant to worry anyone, of course. He lives a happy life; he married the love of his life, adopted a bunch of orphans whom he loved and took care of equally, and ran a business with his best friend whom he considered a big sister. The world is currently safe from danger. So what's to worry about?

His confusion disappears when he sees Kyrie’s figure covered in a thick blanket at the terrace. She smiles happily as the snow continues to fall and catches a drop on her palm. Nero feels like he could melt anytime he sees Kyrie’s soothing smile. He takes his time to watch her catching snow as he leans against the door, ignoring the cold breeze that sneaks inside his body. It doesn’t take a long time for Kyrie to be aware of Nero’s presence as she asks him to join her at the terrace.

“You should put your coat on, Nero. It’s cold here.” Kyrie speaks her concern while she wraps him with her blanket.

“Chill out. I’m fine,” Nero gives her a light peck on the forehead. His right hand envelopes Kyrie’s waist to give her a sense of comfort. “The kids are building snowmans back there. Been hours and who knows when they will stop.”

Kyrie giggles. “The more they grow up the more energetic they become! At least we don’t need to worry about how to get them to sleep on time. I believe they’ll get exhausted after play and filling their stomachs with delicious dinner would quicken their way to sleep!”

“You’re right.”

Kyrie looks up at her lover’s tensed face. She brushes the tip of Nero’s nose slightly to make him smile. That little maneuver always succeeded to cheer him up. Kyrie rests her head on Nero’s chest. “Are you not happy with the Christmas party last week? I know you hated surprises but-”

“No- I liked it! Really! You know we rarely celebrate things lately and last week was one of the best days in my life! How could I hate that?” Nero tightens his grip on Kyrie’s waist, gazing at Kyrie’s eyes deeply. “I’m happy, Kyrie. I’m happy here with our little family.”

“Then it must have something to do with your father and uncle, is it?”

“That obvious, huh?” Nero smirks bitterly. “I just… I don’t know. You know how Dante is. To think that he’s actually my uncle is… weird. Then I found out the man who screwed up Red Grave was his brother. My father. Vergil, he left me when I was a child… as V, he manipulated me to do his agenda. He reemerged and left me again. And Dante didn't even bother to tell me the fact before Vergil was back. That made me feel… kinda betrayed. It still doesn’t make any sense to me. I got a pair of dysfunctional family members and I don’t know what I should do if they come back. I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

The only parental figure Nero ever had was just Kyrie and Credo’s parents, and they didn’t even live that long to give little Nero more love and parental advice. Kyrie truly understands Nero’s struggle to accept his heritage and keep holding on his humanity. “Nero… do you forgive your father?”

“What?”

“I don’t mean to bring it up again, but after all the ill he caused to you, do you forgive him?”

The memory of him and Vergil on the top of the Qliphoth tree rises again. He succeeded in bringing some sense back to his father and the old man entrusted him his precious book- the one which Nero kept safely on the shelf- before jumping to Hell and finishing what he started. Vergil didn’t say much, but his promise… his damn promise!

“I won’t lose next time. Hold onto that until then.”

“I forgive him,” Nero admits. “I think… I just miss him. And Dante. I really want us to be a proper family. That's all.”

“Just as I thought,” Kyrie cups Nero’s jaw with her hands. “I’m glad that you’re honest with yourself. There’s nothing wrong with missing them. They might be flawed, but they are your family."

Nero carefully caresses his beloved hands as if he's afraid of hurting her. "I'm sorry I keep putting you to my demon lineage problem…"

"Hey, we talked about this. Demon or human, it's you I want to be with…" she kisses him on the lips. "I love you, Nero."

"I love you too." He returns the kiss deeper.

Nero wraps her around his arms, seeking comfort and warmth from her presence. Kyrie's words succeed in getting his head together. He can feel a degree of burden has left his shoulders as he finds himself finally letting go his worries. Kyrie is right. There's nothing wrong with missing those douchebags. They're my family-

"NERO!"

Nico appears out of nowhere at the terrace, panting and panicking like she ran for her life. Every single nerve inside Nero's body tells him that something wrong is happening, but the sassy smirk on Nico's face while she tries to breathe normally tells another thing. "You're not gonna believe me if I told you this-"

"Are the kids safe?" Kyrie asks anxiously.

"Yeah they're fine. They have company."

What the fuck? "Company? What are you talking about?!"

Nico rolls her eyes as she grabs both of Nero and Kyrie's hands. "Just follow me quickly!"

Nico seems excited… if it wasn't a danger, then what?

The children are giggling and shouting happily at something Nero can't see yet. But as soon as Nico delivers them in the backyard, he spots two familiar figures among the kids. The red-coated man joins them to decorate the snowman as he helps them crafting the pile of snow with stones and branches. He summons a cowboy hat and a shiny red scarf from thin air- which excites the kids- before he puts the hat on the snowman's head and wraps its neck with the scarf as the last touch. The children are applauding and hugging him, saying their gratitude and bombing him with questions on how he could summon stuff only from thin air. The cocky red man barks in laughter and tells them that he learns some magic tricks.

In a contrast to the red man, the blue-coated man stands a bit far from the crowd, facepalming and reluctant to do anything despite the children's curiosity as they glance at him and whisper their surprise on how similar his face is with the red man. Carlo states that the blue man is scary, and quickly hides behind the red man when the blue man hears his mutter and glares at the poor kid.

"C'mon, Verge, stop glaring at the kids! You're scaring them!" The red man chuckles.

Dante?

Vergil?

How-? Since when…?

"You…" Nero breathes heavily, barely trusts his vision. "You guys are alive…"

Dante grins and waves a salute at Nero. "Heya, kid! Miss me? I know we're late, but Merry Christmas!"

Kyrie holds her giggle when she catches Nero's dumbstruck face. She grips his hand and whispers him a word of advice. "Time to let your doubts go, Nero. They are here, at last."

Nero gives a nod, but his mouth isn't capable of forming any words. He reluctantly approaches Vergil, who seems nonchalant about his surroundings, if only Nero failed to catch his father's warm gaze as he stands before Vergil. A minute has passed and none of them say anything. Words cannot describe how they feel towards each other.

But Nero decides to solve the problem in Sparda's family old-fashioned style: punching his father hard right in the face.

There echoes Dante and Nico's laughter as Vergil's body lands violently on the ground, covered with snow.

The older son of Sparda can taste a metallic scent liquid dripping from his lips.

"That hurts," he murmurs and proceeds to get up as he wipes the blood from his mouth. "Two years and still have no manners, I see."

"Fuck you, old man!" Nero spats angrily.

Dante, still laughing at the picture of his brother getting sucker-punched by Nero, sloppily walks to approach them. He pats Nero's shoulder in pride. "You're doing the right thing, Nero. You gave him the right Christmas present-"

The legendary devil hunter gets a very lethal slap from his nephew before he finishes his sentence.

"And that's a present for you, deadweight!" The young devil hunter shouts.

The view of Dante and Vergil getting slammed by Nero only increases Nico's laughter.

"Why did Nero punch Mr. Dante and Mr. Vergil?" Carlo asks Kyrie. "Nero always punches bad people. Are they bad people?"

"Well… no, they are good people! Mr. Vergil is Nero's father and Mr. Dante is Nero's uncle," Kyrie chuckles to hide her worry and struggles to find the correct way to explain the situation. "They haven't met for a very long time. Nero misses them so much that he… doesn't know what to do anymore. But punching people doesn't solve problems, so don't ever do that, okay?"

The kids nod obediently despite not completely understanding the circumstances.

"Can we stop Nero from punching them, Kyrie?" asks Julio, the oldest one from the three. "Family doesn't hurt each other, right?"

"Nah, don't worry. They will stop soon," Nico says as he points at the three hybrids. "Let 'em get the reunion they deserve."

They become calm and smiling at the sight of Nero bringing his father and uncle in a tight embrace together as the young man lets out a cry.

"You both are full of shits and stinky… like a scavenger…" Nero sobs, his teeth grinding hard. "At least take a shower before you show up, dumbass…!"

Dante sneers as he taps Nero’s back. “Yeah, I miss you too.”

The red devil glares at his twin. Say something to your son!

Vergil, unmoved and stiff, doesn’t know how to react from this awkward embrace. He feels uncomfortable, yet finds himself melting between this fuzzy feeling. “Nero…”

“Shut up,” Nero interrupts while breaking his embrace and burying his teary eyes on his palm. “Just fucking shut up.”

“Forgive me,” the blue devil insists to continue. “For leaving you again.”

“Yeah yeah, just shut up...”

Nero jolts by the unexpected weight on his head; Vergil’s hand ruffles his hair as he curves a very subtle smile.

“I’m proud of you, son.”

Oh how Nero wanted to punch him again, if only he could bring himself to.

“Uhm…” Kyrie comes to Nero’s rescue as she smiles politely to the twins. “I’m sorry to interrupt this reunion. It’s dinner time and… we would be very happy if the two of you join us for supper.”

“We’d be glad!” Dante accepts cheerfully. “Nero once told me you cook the best meal in Fortuna!”

“Shut up, Dante!” Nero grunts. He remembers he hasn’t told the twins that Kyrie and him are married. He pulls Kyrie closer and holds her hand firmly. “Anyway, Father. This is my wife, Kyrie. Kyrie, this is Vergil. My father.”

Kyrie smiles warmly at Vergil. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Vergil.”

Vergil appreciates Kyrie’s bravery and gives his sincerest nod of approval. There is not a single hint of fright from Kyrie as he recalls how people tend to tremble and stutter in fear whenever they talk to him. He can see why Nero loves her and is very protective towards her. “Thank you for taking good care for my son all this time.”

“Sorry for missing your wedding party, babe. We’ve been busy cleaning up Hell,” Dante grins at Kyrie. “Congratulations. My nephew is lucky to have you as his wife.”

“Can you shut up already?” spats Nero, feeling terribly embarrassed.

“I’m hungry~!” Nico shouts mischievously. “Let’s continue inside! It’s damn freezin’ out here!”

Kyrie gives the twins a final nod as she invites them to come inside the house. She runs to the kitchen with Nico while Nero gathers the kids to enter the house. Dante chuckles like a cocky cool uncle when Julio asks him to do another magic trick, and the little chuckle turns into a bigger laughter when he sees Vergil’s hand tucked in Kyle’s hand as the youngest child calls him Grandpa Vergil.

“Grandpa’s hand is cold!” Kyle says, unaware of Vergil’s death glare. “Once you eat Kyrie’s food, you’ll be warm in no time!”

“Let go of my hand, little rascal.” Vergil scoffs, uncomfortable by the strange kindness from the little child.

Kyle laughs and keeps guiding him to the kitchen. The food is prepared and everyone is about to get their seats. Carlo drags a chair beside Dante’s seat and shyly asks Vergil to sit there, which Vergil accepts.

“Starting to feel like coming back home?” Dante asks his brother.

“This is not bad.”

“I’ve contacted Lady and Trish. They will be here soon,” Nico says as she puts the cigarette on the ashtray. “Lady said something about returning her Kalina Ann. Trish gave her regards, and said that ya need to pay the rent as soon as possible.”

“Damn… those devilish ladies…” Dante buries his face on the table.

“Your office looks like shit without you.” Nero sneers at Dante.

Further family resolvement can wait. Now let them enjoy their first family dinner for the first time. Christmas might have passed a week ago, but Nero thinks his most valuable present had just arrived today. He still wants to beat the shit out of his father and uncle for some unknown reasons, but it can wait for later. His eyes meet Vergil’s, and his father forms a warm smile to him. He never says much, Nero knows that, but he can give him time to adjust in the human world.

Amidst the chants and chatter in the house, unbeknownst to each other, the three descendants of Sparda secretly hope that this rare moment can last forever.

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[cyndrea]

Lady/Vergil for @marzi-mars . Hi im your secret santa for @dmcsecretsanta . ♡(∩o∩)♡ I hope you liked it. ٩(^ᴗ^)۶

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[nalax9]

The Forgotten Joy

Merry Christmas @hellzeldagirlsfanfic​   🎄🎄🎄  I’m your Secret Santa from @dmcsecretsanta​

Hope you enjoy this & happy holidays~!!

It's the first year you have a festive celebration with your lover. Vergil and you had a date for Christmas shopping, then you discovered his unpleasant childhood memories.

The blizzard winter this year is torturing. It’s less than a week before christmas but it’s rare that the weather is getting warmer today. You sit on the windowsill and have your tea, listening to some music while waiting for your lover. The ensemble of violin and piano are played by your neighbor, they do it every noon to help with their daughter’s practice. You follow the melody and hums. 

Not long after, you saw Vergil walking slowly toward your apartment. You both have a date today, christmas shopping. He beckons to you once he saw you. You smiled happily and waved to him, motioned to him to wait for you, and he nodded. You grab your keys, run downstairs to meet him. 

Vergil waits for you under the tree in the front yard, he hands you a red flower when he sees you. “Did you pluck it from somewhere?”  Vergil shook his head “Kyrie sent us some flowers to decorate the office. I picked it from there, she said its name is poinsettia and is widely used in Christmas.” “I see, thank you Vergil.”   You pin the flower on your scarf, the red poinsettia match well with the color of your scarf. 

“Shall we?”  Vergil offered his arm for you to grab on, just as you were about to lift, a pile of snow fell from the branches and fall on Vergil's head. “!!” Vergil startled. 

Then he wiped the falling snow off his head, some melted snow slid into his clothes, slide down his spine, make him shiver and sneeze. “Here, I got this.” You pass him a tissue and put a woolen hat on him, Vergil grunts and got annoyed for the hat suppressed his hair down. “Love, you mess up my hair.” “But you still looking good my dear, I love them, they matched your blue sweater.” Your compliment brought a faint blush to his cheeks. The woolen hat was woven by yourself, which is a pair with the scarf you gave him before. “Alright, let’s go.”  You two walked side by side through the snow-covered park and went to the market.

The streets are dressed up with christmas decorations and lights, it’s dazzling. There were booths selling ornaments, trees, decor goods, and also foods and beverages. There also street performers singing at the square. The two of you stroll around various booths and shops in the market, aiming to find some unique gifts for the kids of Nero's family, for each other and the crews too.

You drag Vergil to a booth that sells christmas attires. They have accessories such as elf socks, scarves, santa hats and many more displayed on the wooden board. You put a reindeer red nose and reindeer headband on him.

Vergil held an ugly sweater and wrap it on his neck, the sweater had a chubby santa body printed on it. He gave you a silly smile, there are some glitters on his cheeks.  “Looking good?” You burst a laugh by the silly attire of him. “You want this?” “Seeing you laughing so happily, I believe it’ll bring some joy to the kids too.”

Then, you stop by a booth, looking for some greetings card. You get attracted by their exquisite stationery and lost track with Vergil. When you find out, you immediately search for him in the crowd. You found him soon after you walked through a few booths. Vergil stood and stared at those cute ornaments, a music box held in his hand.

“Vergil?” “...” “Vergil?” You repeat “Oh..sorry..my love..I..got distracted..” “It’s alright, what are you looking at?” “I..don’t know..We..I..never celebrate Christmas…....” He went silent, the situation is a bit awkward for now, you try to break the ice.

“Let’s have a drink, my treat.”

Vergil follows you along to a cafe. You both take a rest in there and order some drinks, he is waiting for you to come back from the counter. While you wait for your orders at the bar counter, you see Vergil observing his surroundings. He smiles at you when his eyes meet you, makes you flustered. Vergil seems to like the atmosphere of the cafe. While listening to the music played in the cafe, he tapped his foot and hummed, he looked enjoyable and...relaxed. But he stops immediately when you are back with the drinks.

“There you go, berries tea and scones.” “What did you have?” He asked. “Mulled wine and brownies” Then, You ask tentatively. “So..uhm..did you mind telling me more..?” Vergil remains silent for a few seconds before speaking “Well...I vaguely remember there some people will walk around the neighborhood and sing a choir at your door?” “Christmas carols.” You answer “...uh...They never stop at our door......” He stared at his feet, gloomy “It's okay if you don’t want to continue this topic.” You worried “I’m alright…” He holds your hand, taps on your palm to reassures “Mother will sing to us when we practice the instruments. It seems important on this day, but we have never been invited for occasions... I had no idea what humans do on this day, and what is it for...would you mind to tell me more?”

Vergil let out a deep sigh after he vent his thoughts, his pose more relaxed than before. “Of course I can tell you more of the festive occasions..Honey, I’m sorry you've gone through these..but we can build our memorable moments together..from now..every moment.. ”  Your heart sank, all you want is him being happy.  “You are right..thank you for being with me, my love..” “Alright, let's have some dessert to cast away the bad mood.”  You pass him a scone.

Vergil ate the scone, and took a big sip of his tea. His face scrunched up and coughs after that. “What’s wrong?” “The tea is awful.” “Oh..you silly, you took my wine sweetheart.” *coughs coughs* “What?” “Here's your tea.” You switched the cups with Vergil “...Are you alright...Vergil?” “...I’m alright, just my face is burning hot..”  After that, you did observe Vergil  for a while, but you can’t tell how his condition is, he looks like he gonna doze off when he is not talking... “How about we go get some fresh air after this?” “oKAY” 

You two go back to the square and wander around, do some shopping, your arm hooked with Vergil and you slid your hand inside the pocket of his coat. Vergil caught you, his gloved fingers intertwined with yours and gave a firm grip. You blushed, you were surprised by his rare demeanor.

“Have you got everything you want?” He asked “Yeah...I got it all, how bout you?” He stops walking and ponders, someone interrupts him when he is about to answer your question.

“Hey!! The sweet couple there! Yes, you two! Wanna try some chocolates? It’s handmade!! We have hazelnut, almond, cherry, mint, caramel, toffee, and many more! Come, my friend, come try it!!”

The chocolate store worker is waving to you

“Do you want some?” Vergil asked. “Yup, let’s have a look.” You nod excitedly, jump, act like a child and drag him into the store, then you took a sample from the box, and put one into Vergil’s mouth. “How is it?” “...Dear...It..burns my tongue and throat…” “What??”

“Oh, that contains mint-infused vodka.” the seller said

“Sorry...Vergil, I was not aware it contained alcohol...” You apologize “Don’t be. It melts instantly in the mouth, the bitterness of cocoa blends well with the liquor, and the hints of the mint..not bad.” Vergil grabs one more chocolate and eats.. “Well..If you like it, I will buy some of it. I like toffee and orange.”  You took the packet and showed him. “Orange? That's weird than strawberry.” Vergil questioned. “I assure you they taste good. I have to go make the payment, be right back.” 

Before you leave the chocolate store, you ask again just to reassure his condition. “You good hun?”  Vergil nodded in reply, he is leaning against a pillar, his eyes look dull and redness on his cheeks, you can tell he is probably drunk. “Alright, let’s go home.” You straighten him up with a hand. “Wait..we haven’t bought all the things that we want... the tree..do we have va tree? That guy said we should have a pine for christmas.” Did he talk to a stranger? Yes, Vergil is drunk. He even mumbled while he talked.“Yes, we do have a small artificial tree.” “No, I want a pine tree...I can go cut one in the woods.”  He turned and walked in the opposite direction..to the woods... “Nope, we should go home, we'll talk about the tree later.”  You hold him to stop him from moving forward, it takes you some hard work and times, dragging a tall, big guy like him to get home. You keep yourself in mind, never, ever let him have alcoholic foods when you are outside.

You put Vergil in the couches once you reach home, and you have to change his damp clothes. “Take a rest, I’ll go get your clothes...” “No..stay...Don’t go.....” He grips your hand that is placed on his forehead, eyes staring at you like an innocent puppy. “Just for a while, I’ll be right back.” You lean on and kiss his forehead, Vergil grumbles incoherent words. After a moment, you back with his clean clothes, you sit at his side and pull off his sweater. While you work on his belt, Vergil pulls you into his embrace, his hand tugging a strand of your hair behind your ears, caresses your face. “Hey..you’re distracting me..”  You patted away his hands, but Vergil didn’t care. He sits up and holds you in his arms, kissing you.

The kiss is soft but passionate and his lips are moist and plump, you hold his head, pry open his mouth and slide your tongue inside, deepening the kiss. Vergil slowly lay you down on the couches, his tongue swiftly lapping in your mouth and his teeth gently grazing your lower lips. His hands roaming on your body, fingers swipe up and down on your spine. Then he moves to the front, unhook your bra and kneads your boobs, fingers pinching your hard,perky nipples. You get aroused and your skin burns hot under his touches. Your moans echoes in the dim and quiet living room. Vergil takes off your pants, his hands doing the work to get you ready for him. Vergil’s thumb rubs on your clit, his fingers swiftly moving inside your cunt. His moves are gentle, his needy mouth still lingering with yours, swallowing all your shuddering breath and moans. Vergil caressing your body, calling your name softly while he buried himself inside you, slowly rocking his hips, your legs clasp on his hips as his movement goes faster and faster, both of you reach your climax at the same time and he paints your walls white with his seeds.

Vergil falls asleep after that, he sleeps sounds in your embrace. You pull a sheet, cover-up and cuddle with him in the couches. “Goodnight, my dear.” 

You woke up in the middle of the night and heard a melody playing from a musical box.  “Sorry, did I wake you?” He noticed you are awake You shook your head “You bought it from the market?” He nodded and took you into his arms. “It’s the lullaby mother used to sing to us…do you like it?” “Yes” “...I feel excited about...Christmas.” “Me too, I can’t wait to see you wear that funny sweater.” You giggles, then plant a kiss on his cheeks “Should we get a tree?” He asked again “Let’s go buy a tree tomorrow, but no cutting from the woods...that’s illegal..” Vergil snorts “Alright, should we decorate the house with lights too?” “You’re motivated aren’t you? Okay, we’ll decorate both the office and house…”  *yawns* “Let’s put you to bed..”

Vergil hugs you and carries you to the bedroom, you cuddle up with him. Both of you had a small chat, guessing the reaction of the kids when they received the gifts,the reason of the gift you chose, how you wanted to decorate the trees..until you got really sleepy.. Vergil’s hand ruffles your hair, humming the same lullaby from the music box to coax you to sleep.  After you fell asleep, he whispered into your ears.

“I’m glad to have you with me. I love you.”

-End-

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[artminion]

Hello @music-of-chaos, I’m your Secret Santa for the @dmcsecretsanta this year!! I hope you don’t mind me going with more of a Crimbo theme! Vergil and V just want to get the place looking nice, but Griffon has other plans! I hope you like your gift, and I hope you have a happy holiday!

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[marzi-mars-archived]

Here is my gift for the secret santa event! @dmcsecretsanta Happy holidays @lululandd ! Hope you have a lovely time ✨

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[avaantares]

A Very Merry DMC Christmas!

A cozy fireside scene for my @dmcsecretsanta draw, @primitive-v!

You can download a larger version here.

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[impendingexodus]

@liulyam I finally finished it!!!! Apologies for being so late with your @dmcsecretsanta exchange gift, I had some things come up that seriously impacted my ability to draw. But it’s finally done and I’m quite proud of how it turned out; I hope you like it too! And since it’s too late to wish you a merry Christmas, here’s to a wonderful New Year instead :D

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[buns-with-a-book]

An Unexpected Visitor

For @dmcsecretsanta, I was the secret santa to @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate! So, here’s your gift!

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Lady, Vergil, Nero (minor role)

Summary: It’s one snowy night, Lady and Dante are sharing a drink, and a stranger comes knocking at the door. Set after DMC3, based mostly on ppan_kyu’s twitter comic

Dante loved winter. Well, more specifically, he loved the festive season that came with winter. The sparkling lights, the music, the snow (he loved building snowmen, once upon a time), everything just seemed easier with the scent of candy canes in the air. He especially loved decorating the shop for the festive occasion, dealing with Lady’s amused face as he worked on putting up as much festivity as he could afford.

He tried the mistletoe. He got a punch in the face for that.

There were nights he wondered what became of his brother, Vergil. Six months prior, he had dragged his (screaming and writhing) brother from the crumbling Temen-ni-Gru, from the edge of the Underworld, back to civilization. He knew his brother hated it, being denied power, but he still cared for his twin. He certainly cared enough to drag his ass away from his own destruction in a world they had no idea what lay within.

After that day, he disappeared from his life. Dante was waiting for the news that his brother raised another weird hell structure and he had to go take care of it...but it would mean his brother wasn’t dead nor in the Underworld. A sliver of good that he would gladly take while on the way to whoop his twin’s ass again.

It was one snowy night, Christmas Eve, that he found himself in his office. Lady had brought in peppermint beer, a reward for one of her jobs, and brought it to ‘celebrate the season’. He figured she actually brought the beer to see how he would react to it.

Well. He drank it. That wasn’t really indicative of it’s quality or taste but he drank it.

“Well. Christmas.” Lady mused, as if it was one of those weighty subjects that held a significant amount of personal history that Dante never liked talking about. Some things could only really be talked about with family and Lady, although they were friends, was not family.

“Yep. The best holiday.” He said, trying to lighten the mood.

“What, because of the possibility of free shit?” Lady huffed, taking a swig. “Keep dreaming.”

“Aw, come ooon!” Dante whined. “Not just the possibility of free stuff! Although I’m not going to say no to free socks.”

“Why socks?”

“Can’t have enough socks!” Dante grinned. “Nah, I just...you know, awaiting my brother to come home. He liked Christmas too.” Lady let out a sigh.

“I would shoot him in the head.”

“Yeah, you can do that. Tell me how it turns out.” Dante replied lazily as he took another swig of peppermint beer. Lady let out a frustrated sigh, knowing well how it would turn out: not particularly effective. “But it’d be funny if you put a bullet in his skull like you did to me. We’d match, for once.” That pulled a small laugh out of her.

An aura suddenly caught Dante’s attention: familiar but damp from the snow outside. He fell silent, slowly standing from his desk. Lady noticed the change in his demeanor, the slow careful way he pulled himself up off his chair, and immediately pulled out a pistol. Dante slowly crept towards the door. He raised an eyebrow: why did he sense two? They were so similar...no, it couldn’t be.

He opened the door.

Standing in front of him, wrapped in a worn cloak, was his brother. He looked worse for wear than when he last saw him (but then again, what could be worse than a twin that looked like a cat that had just gotten soaking wet?). It was obvious he had been places, to where he did not know, but why was he here? And if his twin didn’t think he noticed the tiny bundle of black in his arms, then he was sorely mistaken.

“Dante.”

“Vergil.”

He heard Lady gasp behind him. Based on Vergil’s flinch, she must’ve held her pistol up with full intent to shoot.

“So.” Dante crossed his arms. He wasn’t going to bring out Ebony and Ivory, not yet. Vergil scowled, a hand reaching up to wrap around the back of the black bundle. “What brings you back here Verg?” Vergil didn’t immediately correct him which was...interesting.

“I need your help.”

“And why should I help you?” Dante leaned against the doorframe, eyes narrowed at his twin. More specifically, he was focused on the bundle that was starting to stir-

“He went this way!” A voice shouted a few alleyways away. “Don’t let him get away with his Holiness’ prize!” Vergil glanced back, a quickness that Dante knew was from terror.

Vergil? Terrified? Perish the thought.

“What the hell did you do this time.” Dante hissed. Vergil looked back to his twin, obvious panic in his silver-blue eyes. At that moment, the bundle began to make noise. Vergil pulled back the top, revealing a baby with snow-white hair and-

Oh. That would explain the second aura. That would mean- Oh.

“They’re after my son, Dante.” Vergil said, his voice soft like the snow that fell around them. “I don’t know how they found out he’s related to me, to us, to our father. I’ve been chased for days, I need a place to hide to protect him. You know I wouldn’t come here unless I was desperate enough-”

“Just get inside.” Dante said, standing aside. “You better tell us what happened.” He added as he quickly reached over to snap the lights of his shop off, to make it look like they were closed. Vergil quickly got inside, ignoring Lady’s shocked glare. Dante shut the door quickly (and actually made sure to lock it!). He guided the two upstairs to the spare bedroom, the only clean room in the building. Closing the door behind them, he turned on the light. Vergil carefully sat down on the bed, still on edge, still looking surprisingly frazzled, before he laid the babe on the bed. The infant, now freed of the black blanket that he had been wrapped in, wiggled and looked around with wide blue eyes.

“What’s his name?” Lady asked, finally breaking the quiet. Vergil glanced to her, suspicious for a moment before forcing himself to relax.

“Nero.” Dante looked to the wiggling baby and immediately noticed suspicious pinpricks in his arm. He looked to Vergil, who met his gaze. Vergil let out a sigh and returned his gaze to Nero. “When I returned to Fortuna, I sensed him. I thought I was being fooled but…” He pressed his lips into a thin line, a hand stroking Nero’s snow-white hair. The infant grabbed his fingers and began to gum on them, something that Dante would’ve expected Vergil to recoil in disgust. To his surprise, Vergil didn’t move his hand away from his infant son. Perhaps, already, Nero had wormed his way into his brother’s stone cold heart. Vergil let out a sigh and continued. “The ruling force of Fortuna, the Order of the Sword, they had already found out who his grandfather was. I found him, screaming for someone to hear him but being ignored.”

“So you sauntered on in and casually committed a felony. Or multiple.” Lady interrupted.

“They were hurting my son.” Vergil growled. “I could not let that stand.”

“...I’d do the same, to be honest.” Dante admitted sheepishly. “But look at him!” he gestured to Nero, happily gumming at his father’s fingers. Lady let out a sigh.

“...yeah…” She looked to the twins, both enamored with the baby Nero casually gumming on his father’s fingers. “Look, Dante, this place isn’t even close to ready for a baby-”

“I know.” Dante nodded, stretching. “I know. I’ll call Morrison tomorrow to update him on the news, tell him not to smoke here and all that.”

“It’s not just that Dante.” Lady pointed out. “Making the place safe is one thing. Actually raising a kid is another.” Her eyes glanced to Vergil, who was busy with Nero. However, Dante knew he was listening. “This is going on your tab.”

“Aww come-” He paused. “Actually, nevermind.” He waved his hand. Lady blinked, normally he never just...took whatever debt she threw on him without complaining. “Best Christmas ever.”

“Better than free socks?” She asked, with a hint of a grin on her lips.

“Better than free socks.”

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[leviathan-dee]

Happy Holidays @arielsrm​!!! I was your secret santa for the @dmcsecretsanta event! I hope this slightly NSFW Dante will warm up the season for you ❄️

Unwrap your pressie here 👇

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Conveniently placed fairy lights, cause why not. 

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[blackrose343]

DMC Secret Santa 2020

Warnings: None

Devil May Cry - Vergil x Lady

Fanfic summary: Lady and Vergil completed their mission early giving Lady some time to do some last minute shopping. Once done, they are welcomed back with a holiday party.

3,497 words

Hi @unlucky-leek! I’m your secret santa for the @dmcsecretsanta event! Happy holidays!

Lady was sitting on the ledge of a building, reloading her hand guns. Afterwards, she examined Kalina Ann II. Her brows knitted together when she saw the deep claw marks. She hoped Kailina Ann wasn’t too damaged. Lady never intended to use Kalina Ann II as a shield but she had to. If she didn’t, she would have been chopped into pieces. Kalina Ann II didn’t appear to have too much damage. She tried to examine the inner parts but knew Nico would do a better job. Lady determined Kalina Ann II was alright for now, then placed it on her back. Once Kalina Ann II was secured she started to search for Vergil.

Lady followed the demonic cries. She shot a couple demons down along the way. Shooting them was a mundane task compared to earlier. Barely any thinking was involved, giving Lady the time to go through her thoughts. She noticed Dante was assigning her more missions with Vergil recently. Lady was nonchalant about it. She doesn’t mind working with Vergil. In fact, she was happy to work with him; to be with him. Although, Vergil seemed to detest working with her more than usual. She had no idea why. She didn’t think she was that bad of a partner.

Lady found Vergil finishing off the last demon. A clean slice through the demon’s neck was all it took. The head rolled onto the ground. Vergil tapped the body so it would fall backwards. He swung Yamato through the air, removing the demon’s blood from Yamato. He sheathed Yamato, then turned to Lady. He was greeted by her cute little smirk. Lady’s hand was on her hip and she was playfully tapping her foot. Knowing Lady finished her portion of the mission before him irked Vergil. 

“Is that all of them?” Lady saw that Vergil's scowl was deeper than usual. This meant something was bothering him. To get his mind off of it, she decided to tease him.

“Of course. Why else would I be here waiting for you?” She blew Vergil a kiss as she swiftly walked past him. Vergil silently hoped Lady didn’t see any indication of a blush. His eyes briefly lingered on her swaying form. He tried his best to ignore Lady. He was in no mood to jest with her or deal with his feelings for her. To keep himself from doing either he listened to Lady. She was more than eager to deem their mission “complete”. She craved a night of fun and relaxation. Vergil on the other hand could care less. He would prefer to get back home and continue the book he was reading. Well, part of him would.

Another part of Vergil wished he could hold Lady in his arms. He could never get himself to show his emotions let alone tell anyone his desires. Ever since he got back from the Underworld, he tried to get along with everyone. It was no easy task, especially after everything he’s done. He started to feel lonely when he realized no one wanted to be around him. He remembers a few missions went by before Lady started treating him decently. Soon after, the others started to warm up to him. As time passed, Vergil started to develop feelings for Lady. Vergil never expected Lady to return the feelings he had for her. He sighed then caught up with Lady.

Lady was on the phone, talking to Nico. She was letting Nico know where to pick them up. Nico explained the van was experiencing issues. She may not get to them for a few hours. Lady found this to be a pleasant surprise. She wanted to take the opportunity to wander around town and go shopping. She had some last minute shopping to take care of. Lady told Vergil he could go home. Vergil decided to stay with her to make sure all the demons were eliminated. And to spend more time with her.

Lady admired the decorated city. It was filled with colorful lights, drapes, ornaments, and many more decorations. Lady noticed she was not the only one who had some shopping to do. There were lines of people everywhere. Some of the lines were long enough to go around buildings. Everyone was racing everywhere with bags and boxes. Cars were back to back searching for a parking spot. Vergil questioned Lady’s decision about shopping. He suggested she order everything online. Lady dismissed Vergil’s concern then went to the first clothing store in sight.

Vergil slumped in a chair, attempting to read a magazine that was lying around. He was waiting for Lady to come out of the dressing room for what felt like the millionth time. He couldn’t figure out how many clothing stores he went to within the last couple hours. At each one Lady tried on an infinite amount of outfits. Each time Vergil would give Lady a simple compliment or give a subtle show of approval. They were not the reactions Lady was looking for so she would go back to the dressing room and change. When she was done trying on outfits, they would move on to another store. It was an endless cycle Vergil no longer wanted to be a part of.

A few men tried to give Vergil advice on how to make the cycle end. One man said to be dramatic and really show how much he liked the outfits Lady picked. Another man told Vergil to tell Lady what he liked about the outfit. Vergil made a “tsk” sound, then sulked in the chair. He was hoping Lady would find an outfit soon then decide to go home.

Lady stood in the dressing room. She looked at the clothes she chose to try on. She wasn’t sure what to try on next. The outfits she tried on so far varied from professional to slutty. The whole time she has been trying to find something that would “wow” Vergil. Lady knew this would be a hard task to accomplish but come on. There had to be something that would get a genuine reaction out of him. 

Lady went through everything she picked until her eyes caught sight of a dress she picked out. On a hanger was a backless cocktail dress with a sterling silver chain. The dress was midnight blue with a bit of shimmer to it. There was a slit down on the right side starting at the upper leg. Lady almost chose to not try it on. When Lady shops for clothes, she looks for outfits she can fight in. She was unsure if she could fight in it without it getting ripped to pieces. If she had to be honest, she chose the dress because it was cute. Eh, what the hell? 

“What do you think?” The men trying to converse with Vergil gasped, awed by the sight before them. Vergil lifted his head curious enough to see what was in front of him. Lady walked out of the dressing room straight to the multiple mirrors on the pedestal. She was looking at herself in the mirrors from all angles. She nearly missed seeing Vergil’s reaction: widened eyes, mouth slightly agape. Lady was more than certain she saw a small blush on Vergil. She turned to Vergil smirking. Pretending to be coy, Lady put a finger on her lip, then spoke. “So I take it you like it.”

Vergil tried to compliment Lady but he got tongue tied. Lady couldn’t help herself from laughing at Vergil’s reaction. Vergil’s small blush grew from embarrassment. Vergil wanted to turn his blushing face away from Lady. Thankfully, Lady was merciful and went to change. The men congratulated Vergil on ending the cycle for the night, then started to talk about Lady. Vergil was not pleased with everything he heard. He gave all the men the coldest death-glare he could ever muster. Immediately, all the men left, terrified to find out what would happen if they didn’t.

Lady was hiding her excitement over Vergil’s reaction to the dress. To her, it was more of an accomplishment than completing the mission early. Lady bought the dress even though she knew she wouldn’t wear it often. She gave Vergil the packaged dress then made her way out the door. Vergil chuckled to himself then pursued Lady.

They were walking around town with no destination in mind. Vergil was thankful Lady managed to finish her last minute shopping. Lady started a conversation about their holiday plans. She was going to hangout with Trish (and more than likely do more shopping). For the first time, in a long time, Vergil was going to spend the holidays with his family. Lady couldn’t help but laugh at Vergil. His expression when he told her his holiday plans got to her. She could tell Vergil wasn’t too ecstatic to spend the holidays with Dante. To be honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if they got into another fight. Well, at least Nero would be able to stop them if it happens.

“Come on!!! Hurry up!! I wanna go ice skating!!!” A little kid, followed by others, zoomed by. This caused Lady to almost bump into someone. Vergil grabbed onto Lady’s hand and pulled her close to him. He pulled Lady to him with a bit more force than necessary. To keep her from falling onto him, Vergil twirled her into his arm. For a second, Vergil thought Lady leaned into him; tried to get closer to him. He quickly dismissed the thought. Believing it was his desire to be with her misinterpreting the situation. He unwrapped his arm, then released Lady’s hand.

Surprisingly, Vergil’s embrace was warm and welcoming. Lady wanted to stay in his embrace longer; to savor it. She could have sworn she felt Vergil nuzzle his face in her hair. Maybe she was delusional. Lady wouldn’t deny Vergil letting go of her so quickly hurt. Lady wasn’t completely upset. She knew Vergil wasn’t fully comfortable with physical contact. She  wished he would be willing to hold her and let her hold him. She also wished Vergil would enjoy being with her.

“I think that’s Nico’s van.” Vergil looked ahead, noticing the beaten white van. Lady playfully challenged him to race to the van. It was no surprise Vergil won. It was a surprise he teleported ahead of Lady at the last second. Lady was ahead of him but not by much. He could have easily passed her. Because of this Lady teased Vergil about cheating. Vergil didn’t refute. He smiled to himself as he decided to let Lady have her fun.

“Why is it so cold in here?!” Vergil could see Lady’s breath with every word she said. He noticed Lady was trying her best to hide her shivering. Vergil never realized how easily humans could get cold. He wrapped his coat around Lady’s shoulders. Lady immediately accepted Vergil’s offer by sliding her arms through the coat’s sleeves.

“I told you earlier! The van’s heating stopped working. I tried to modify a part...something happened…” Nico cursed to herself as she made her way through the crowded town. 

Lady fell asleep during the ride. Her head rested on Vergil’s shoulder. Vergil pushed some of Lady’s hair away from her eyes then let his mind wander. A few times, he snuck glances at her. Seeing her in his coat was pleasant. For a bit, Vergil believed Lady was truly his.

Dante was sitting at his desk already drunk from eggnog. Most of everyone else was putting up the last of the decorations. Trish was helping Kyrie put food on the table. Dante welcomed everyone back then declared the holiday party could officially begin. Confusion filled the air. Nico didn’t know Dante celebrated the holidays. Lady doesn’t remember Dante ever doing so. Vergil was trying to process what was happening. Nero explained that Dante needed an excuse to avoid seeing Patty. They shrugged it off, then went to do their own thing.

“Psst. Dante.” Nico grabbed Dante’s attention before anyone else could. She motioned for Dante to come to her. She waved her hand in front of her face. She didn’t expect Dante’s breath to reek of eggnog. Nico ignored it as she talked to him. “Hey, I think Vergil has a crush on Lady.”

“I AL-ALREADY KNOW LADY LI-IKES MY BROTH-HER! WHY DO YOU THI-INK I KEEP HAVI-ING HER GO ON MISSIONS WITH HIM?!” Dante’s drunken outburst was unexpected. Nico slapped her hand over Dante’s mouth to prevent him from blurting anything else. She whispered at Dante to shut up, then looked around them. A sigh of relief escaped Nico. Thank god, neither Lady nor Vergil were around.

Wait, did Dante say Lady likes Vergil? Nico got Dante to quietly repeat what he said. She had to make sure Dante wasn’t mixing up the names. After Nico got him to repeat Lady likes Vergil multiple times, she came up with an idea. She asked Dante if he wanted to help her get Lady and Vergil together. Dante replied to Nico’s mischievous offer with a smirk. Nico whispered some ideas to Dante. Dante left Nico to find Vergil. Nico recruited Trish to help her and Dante. Trish thought what they were doing was childish. She also thought it was about time Lady and Vergil got together. She noticed they both had feelings for each other months ago.

“So, I hear you like Vergil?” Trish teased Lady. A blush raced across Lady’s face. Lady was unsuccessful in convincing Trish it wasn’t true. Trish couldn’t stifle her laughter. She made Lady feel like a love-struck teenager all over again. Nico encouraged Lady to make the first move. Lady quickly brushed her and Trish off. She believed it was the holiday spirit taking over them. There was no indication that Vergil had feelings for her. 

“Both of you say Vergil likes me. It doesn’t seem like it to me.” Lady told them about how Vergil’s been treating her recently. Nico and Trish assured Lady it was Vergil attempting to ignore his feelings. Lady sensed they weren’t lying. But what if they’re wrong?

“Drink this and confess already. I’ve been waiting for months.” Trish gave Lady the liquid courage Nico brought. Lady’s blush strengthened. She didn’t think her feelings for Vergil were so obvious. To make Trish and Nico leave her alone, Lady drank the liquid courage. 

Vergil tried his best to behave. As the night progressed, Vergil got closer to losing it. Non-stop Dante has been bumping him into Lady. Vergil tried to ignore Dante. He even prepared himself for Dante’s drunken antics. Except Dante changed the amount of force with each push. Some bumps were feather light. Others felt as if Dante was a battering ram. He knew they weren’t accidental or at least not all of them. He couldn’t understand why Dante kept bumping him into Lady. Dante knowing his feelings for Lady never crossed his mind.

“Watch it, Dante!” Dante’s last bump made Vergil push Lady into a wall. Vergil pushed Dante away from him. He turned to Lady, checking to see if she was okay. Lady told Vergil her shoulder might bruise but she was alright. Vergil gave Lady’s shoulder a quick rub. He restrained himself from kissing her shoulder.

“Cccooome ooonnnn, Verge. Lighten up. It was an accident.” Dante made his way to the table holding the eggnog.

“Don’t you think you had enough for tonight?” Trish thought it was best to cut Dante off for the night. It wasn’t worth Dante and Vergil getting into a fight. She attempted to block Dante. Dante reached around Trish for another glass. Vergil swiped the glass from Dante. Dante reached for the glass as Vergil stretched himself as high up as he could. Everyone watched Dante climb onto Vergil to retrieve his eggnog. Vergil lost his balance causing him to spill the eggnog and Dante falling on top of him. Vergil pushed Dante off of him. Dante grieved his momentary loss, then remembered he could get another cup. Vergil carried Dante to his room. A loud “bang” followed by the sound of a lock could be heard from upstairs.

Lady watched Vergil go straight outside to the fire pit. She knew he wanted to calm himself before interacting with anyone else. The orange-yellowish  glow revealed he was once again deep in thought. He stared into the flames as if he was searching for something. Lady went to Vergil with the hope of getting his mind off of whatever he was thinking. She greeted Vergil making sure her company was welcomed. His low hum was Lady's indication she wasn’t bothering him. Lady sat next to Vergil, facing her palms to the warm fire.

"Why did you come out here? I can tell you're already cold again?" Vergil wrapped his coat around Lady. Lady chuckled, amused Vergil would be so willing to lend her his coat so quickly. She explained that she was concerned about him. There was no reason for him to come outside by himself. For him to continue to be alone. 

Vergil conversed with Lady. She took the opportunity to ask what Vergil thought of her. She explained he’s been more aloof around her than usual lately. She didn’t believe it was because she couldn’t handle herself on missions. So she concluded it was something else. Vergil apologized to her. He had no idea he was treating Lady so coldly. The last thing Vergil ever wanted her to believe was that he didn’t want to be around her. The temptation to tell Lady his true feelings for her were at their strongest. Finding the words to do so eluded him. He pushed his hair back, then stared into the flames. Lady sat back waiting for Vergil to explain himself.

“Ever since I returned from the Underworld, I’ve...been having difficulty adjusting to the human world.” Vergil solemnly looked at Lady. Lady sensed Vergil’s expression was asking her for something. She thought it was for reassurance and maybe compassion.

“You’re doing a better job than you think. Knowing you, it’s more than adjusting to your new life that’s bothering you.” Vergil chuckled at Lady’s statement. She was right. There was more. There always is. 

Nico, Trish, and everyone else discreetly watched Lady and Vergil. No one could figure out what they were talking about. Nico couldn't wait any longer to find out if they were getting together or not. She snatched the mistletoe from the hallway. Nero and Trish attempted to stop Nico. Determined, Nico marched outside. 

“I’ve also been trying to comprehend my feelings...for you. I think I lo-” The sound of Nico barging outside interrupted Vergil’s confession. Lady and Vergil were confused. It didn’t seem like anything of importance needed to be taken care of. Vergil could sense Dante was still locked in his room. No words were spoken as Nico held the mistletoe above Lady and Vergil. They hesitated.

The sound of racing heartbeats filled the air. No one knew how long Lady and Vergil stared at each other. Both of them were figuring out what to do: kiss or don't kiss. To them, they couldn't tell how the other would react. To everyone else, it was more than obvious Lady and Vergil have feelings for each other. Dante, no longer able to wait, screamed from his bedroom window. "COME ON, VERGE! KISS HER ALREADY!"

Vergil couldn’t ignore Dante’s drunken encouragement. He couldn't back out of kissing Lady. (Not that he wanted to.) If he did, Dante would never let him hear the end of it. Lady watched Vergil, wondering what was going to happen. The composure Vergil had dissipated. A rosy blush appeared on his cheeks. Oh how much he wished the flames could conceal it. 

Vergil tentatively caressed Lady's cheek then kissed her. Lady's eyes widened but soon relaxed. Lady pushed Vergil's lips back onto hers as soon as they left. She wrapped her arms around Vergil’s neck, pulling him closer to her.

Everyone cheered, happy Lady and Vergil were finally getting together. If it was possible Lady and Vergil would have died from embarrassment. Dante’s drunken cheer became too much for anyone to handle. Even himself. Dante fell out the window when he tried to get a better view of his brother kissing Lady. Nico triumphantly left the two lovebirds to help Dante back inside.

Vergil pulled Lady into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. Lady’s arms rewrapped themselves around Vergil’s neck. She rested her head on his shoulder. Vergil gently ran his hand through Lady’s hair as he looked at her. Lady noticed Vergil’s expression was more relaxed than before. She could see the love he has for her in his eyes. A small smile formed as Lady kissed Vergil’s cheek. Vergil kissed Lady’s forehead, then her lips. He tightened his embrace as him and Lady watched the flames dance. Finally, they could enjoy their night together.

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