#Tired mom Vergil

[visikonn]

#dmc nero #dmc vergil #devil may cry #Tired mom Vergil #dmc fanart #THE FATHER/SON DUO EVER :(((

[polarisbibliotheque]

when do u think youll be done with the we shall never surrender project??

Hi, dear! That's a great question, thanks for sending it in!

To be quite honest with you all: I don't know.

There's a few reasons for that, so bear with me a little, please "^^

1 - I'm on a sudden art mentoring program with a friend who offered it to me freely.

I've been unemployed and ill for quite a while and a 'friend' of mine literally scammed me and stole all the money I had left, so I'm officially broke. That's been stealing my nights of sleep, because I'm trying to figure something out to make some money and at least pay my credit card every month.

When I mentioned with my mentor I might try to get in the art industry, she was over the moon and took me in for training free of charge and help me as she can so I can get a job. That being said, I'm focusing 1000% on that - hence why I disappear for so long: in less than a month, I've finished 600+ drawings.

Yes, I'm crazy. But this is the only shot I've got after a long period of distress and not knowing what to do. I'm giving it all to it.

2 - I decided to use this mentoring time to improve my art and apply it to the requests of the Shall Never Surrender Project!

I always thought I could do better with the requests - I don't want to deliver something bad and half assed. This last month, I feel like I improved so much, I wanted to wait a little bit to deliver something with a better quality!

3 - My health sometimes kicks me down and so I need to choose carefully what I have energy to do.

As you guys know, I'm trying to recover from an illness and I have a chronic illness as well. I don't eat much and that means sometimes I don't have enough energy to get up from my bed.

There are days I start being productive at 3 p.m - I spend all the morning lying down, gathering energy to tank the day and taking a few naps. There are other days, I can't even bring myself to eat 'cause I feel like I'm going to pass out midway to the kitchen.

Think Vergil dragging his ass out of Hell and crumbling apart at the beginning of DMC5. That's it, literally, I'm not being dramatic.

I have to prioritize what I can do during my days, then. Usually, I prioritize my mentoring, then helping my mom with chores and running errands and then, by night, I'm already very tired. If there's any energy left, I try to write - for the blog here or the book I'm trying to write - and then work on the Shall Never Surrender Project.

It's slow. Very slow. But it's going.

4 - Nevertheless, I want to finish the requests of the Project before starting comissions.

Like I said, I'm broke. And, as you might have seen, I opened commissions to help a friend of my mom who is in a worse situation than mine and really needs some help.

I want to finish the Project requests before any commissions start coming in, because I do feel guilty for making you guys wait so long. I thought I could deal with requests of full, coloured and polished artworks quickly, but I can't.

That was a foolish overestimation of my part and I am sorry.

Even then, people don't commish me a lot. I had a few commissions some years ago, but I gotta tell ya, it's VERY rare for me to get something. Even then, I need to try. For this friend of my mom and for me, eventually.

If I'm not wrong, there are 3 requests for me to finish. I'm working on them in the order people have requested, and honestly, I hope to finish them soon.

I'm really sorry for taking so long, but life sometimes runs over us and we are caught like a deer on headlights.

I know this might feel like a sassy response, but it isn't. I'm really happy you asked and I can explain a few things/give you guys some idea of what's going on and apologize for taking so long :)

#polaris speaks #shall never surrender project #polaris answers #answered asks #art requests #the guilt of taking so long spikes my anxiety 10/10 #but don't worry guys #I didn't forget you #I'm seriously trying #I'm not really used to not being 100% when it comes to my health #like I said about Vergil #he kills me as a character 'cause I get it #I'd do whatever I could to get my healthy self back quickly #and to make things even more amazing #this mentor of mine when I was talking about my job that caused my burnout #she literally said 'you've been through hell. you've been through hell and dragged yourself out' #and all I could hear was Vergil singing Bury the Light at the top of his lungs in the eye of a storm :) #it isn't drama when I say I came very VERY close to dying #everyone who lives around me says how half dead I was for the past 3+ years

[niannianyabao]

1, 3, and 11? sorry idk the names of ur story(ies) so feel free to pick :)

hmmmm let's go with the head well lost, which is a project that's both very close to finish and very very far (not many scenes left, a lot of edits etc. though)

1.) how would you describe the world your story takes place in?

it's an urban fantasy story! our world in contemporary times, except with a bunch of mythological beings like dullahans, sirens, other fae etc. existing. it's definitely far from common knowledge, with fae either trying to isolate themselves into their own communities or trying to exist in the shared common public space, but hiding who/what they are. obviously different types of fae will have easier or harder time blending in with humans. i am definitely trying to avoid the tired ~fantasy racism~ tropes though here, while still making it another facet of societal tension (even if vast majority of human is fully unaware of this tension even existing). if i absolutely had to attach a sort of metaphor to my fae, it would definitely be more oriented towards disability than race, but also. Not The Point.

3.) any recurring images/elements?

Music is a very important part of the story, heavily leaning electronic, hip-hop. Not only is the male lead, Rai, a part of an electronic pop duo and a music producer, but I also using songs and song writing/composing as an important part of the development and communication between him and Francis, the heroine. (It's also important for the side character who's the other part of the duo).

Another big recurring bit is trying to tell a big chunk of narrative, especially in the early stages, through text messages, and later also phone calls - including visual depictions of chat logs.

11.) give a general summary of the plot/world/characters.

When Francis matched with Rai on a dating app, the fact that he's half of the electronic pop duo DRYDEN should have been the most shocking part. Despite the hiccups that naturally occur when a quiet librarian and an internationally famous music producer collide, they hit it off and eventually decide to meet up. The moment Rai takes off the futuristic helmet he’s known for always wearing, he reveals to Francis his biggest secret: he is actually a Dullahan, a mythical being who has no head.

While lugging around her own emotional baggage, can Francis make a relationship work with this nice young man who also happens to be a headless pop star?

The main characters are:

Francis Lin: a 29-year-old librarian, part-time barista, and full-time cat mom. She's gone through some trials which have made her rather cynical and reserved.

Rai Brennan: already a sought-after producer and pop star at the age of 26. Confident, hard-working, and sweet, this guy is the whole package...minus a head.

Vergil Onassis: famous and beloved 27-year-old pop singer. Rai's childhood friend, he oozes sensuality and charm, but is also prone to wild swings of emotion.

Francis has three cats: Misty (the oldest of Francis's three cats. A taciturn, a-little-too-intelligent Siamese cat who bosses the other two around), Creme (the cuddly, somewhat easily frightened Himalayan. According to Francis, she is the Sweetest Cat Ever™) and Phaeton (the youngest cat of the trio, what this Cornish Rex lacks in fluff and fur, he makes up for in attitude and side-eying).

Thank you so much for asking!

The ask game in question

#tiantalk

[cocosnows]

A Lone Sword

Chapter 2

Vergil’s demeanor drastically changed after meeting up with Dante. He stopped sulking and was now more alert than anything, having a very mature and stern demeanor. He had to be strong for the both of them, lest Dante’s recklessness threw them into danger again, he thought.

The two boys started running away from their home. Vergil had the idea of going into the city for help, but Dante told him:

“No, Vergil… mom… she said to hide… to get away from here…”

Vergil looked at him and stayed silent for a moment. After thinking over this instruction their mom had left them, he just answered:

“… ok… we’ll do as she said.”

Vergil did not know exactly what happened to Eva, as Dante was not able to tell him what happened, and he was too burdened with worries to even dare ask. But doing as her mother told them was the only thing they could do; the only way they could honor her passing.

They walked for hours away from the city, across the inhabited camps that were on the outskirts of town, with no clear destination and no person who could aid them. It was pitch dark outside, and they only had the moonlight to guide their steps.

Vergil took the lead, and Dante was following him closely. Vergil’s emotions were complicated. He was sad, angry at Dante, restless about the demons… the turmoil that was happening inside his mind kept him from saying a word to his brother.

And, just as if he could read his brother’s thoughts, Dante didn’t say a word to him, even though he wanted to speak his mind and tell Vergil everything that happened in the house.

But even with this tension in the air, Vergil never let go of Dante’s hand. It was not apparent, but his brother’s presence was keeping him calm despite the complicated emotions and grudges he held on him.

After some time, the twins were starting to get exhausted. The two of them were hurt both physically and emotionally, and needed a much deserved rest, but Vergil kept going despite this fact, albeit with a slower pace. Dante was the first one to point it out.

“Vergil… I’m tired… can we rest?”

Vergil turned around and looked at him. With a voice full of exhaustion, he answered:

“I’m tired too, Dante… but there might be demons lurking… we don’t have nowhere to hide.”

Dante made a pouty face. He wanted to protest, but he understood the situation. Luckily for him, they were approaching what looked like a barn. As soon as he caught a glimpse of it, Dante let go of his brother’s hand and ran towards the building.

Vergil got startled and yelled at him to wait, running behind him.

As soon as Dante saw the barn properly, he stopped and, pointing at the building, he said:

“Vergil, look! It’s a barn! We can hide there!”

Vergil was very hesitant. If it were for him, he would have kept walking until he arrived to the next city. But he was also very exhausted and, most importantly, he didn’t want to get separated from his brother.

Countless thoughts swarmed into Vergil’s mind, making him unable to speak. He lowered his head as he grunted.

Dante noticed his hesitation and grabbed him by the arm. As soon as they locked eyes, Dante said:

“Vergil… I’m scared too… but if we keep walking at night the demons could find us more easily. We can hide in there until morning.”

Dante was right. It was one of the few times Vergil actually agreed with his ideas. Thus, Vergil assented and they went into the barn.

The floor was covered in hay, and there were mounts and rolls of it piled up. They managed to make a little fort with it and laid on the floor. The two children didn’t say a word. They were so exhausted they fell asleep as soon as they laid down. Even though Vergil was tired, he unconsciously slept with the Yamato in his hands.

—

The next morning, a man entered the barn. He didn’t notice the children’s presence until Vergil woke up with the sounds. He woke Dante up silently and shushed him, but the sound of rustling hay gave them away too easily.

As soon as the man heard a sound, he asked out loud as he approached with the pitchfork in hand, prepared to attack:

“Who’s there?”

The man approached the twins’ hideout. The two children didn’t move a muscle.

“COME OUT NOW”, the man yelled.

Vergil stood up in a jolt, took out the Yamato and pointed it at the man. Dante stood behind him, and Vergil covered him with his other hand.

“S-Stand back!”, yelled the child.

The man was so surprised he couldn’t say a word. He was expecting a wild animal, or a robber in the worst of cases… but two silver-haired boys…?

At that moment, the voice of a woman surged from outside the barn.

“Honey! What’s taking so long?”

The man’s wife entered the barn and gasped at the scene that she found.

“Oh my… these children… Hank, what’s going on?”

The man looked at her and, lowering his tool, he told her:

“They were already here when I came. Greeted me with that big ol’ weapon there.”

The children looked at the woman. She instantly made a worried face and told them with a sweet voice: “Look at you… you’re all dirty and bruised… what happened? Are you lost?”

Vergil was about to grunt and yell at them, as he didn’t trust these people. But Dante had other plans.

“Y-yes ma’am… we are lost… we don’t have family… and nowhere to go…”, Dante told the woman.

Vergil lowered the Yamato and gave Dante a piercing, angry stare.

“My god… look at you…”, the woman said as she slowly approached the twins and kneeled to have a better look at them. Her husband told her to wait, as one of them was armed. However, Dante eagerly approached the woman, which only made Vergil angrier and unable to attack.

“DANTE… didn’t you say we can’t trust NO ONE… WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”, Vergil thought, while trying to not make an angry gesture.

The woman clasped Dante’s cheeks as if checking out his face for bruises, and gently cleaned his face with a cloth.

“You poor children… what are your names?”

“I’m… Tony… and my brother’s name is...”, Dante looked at Vergil and peeled his eyes at him, gesturing him to make up a name and follow up his plan.

“Uh… I’m… G-Gilver…”

“Hah, what a strange name, boy… come, let me clean your face.”

The child hesitated but he complied, as he felt some sort of peer pressure. Dante was really trying to hold back his laugh.

“GILVER?! Could you really not think of anything better?!”, Dante thought while laughing internally.

After this, the woman invited the twins to come into the house to clean themselves. Dante accepted with a cheery voice, but Vergil wasn’t amused at all.

They went into the house and waited until the woman prepared water for them to bath.

Carl looked at them and asked: “so… Tony and Gilver… what got you here, huh? You seem pretty ragged… and that sword of yours…”

Vergil made up a story: the sword was an inheritance of his father; some sort of family relic. They were orphans and escaped from town. The sword was the only thing they got left from their family, so they stole it from the orphanage and ran away. Dante still wondered how he could craft such an elaborate story in a second but couldn’t think of a better fake name than Vergil with the syllables switched up.

The man had his doubts about the story, but didn’t want to pry. Some minutes later, the woman came downstairs and told the children the water was ready. She guided them to a seemingly unoccupied room with two neatly done beds. There was a bathroom next to this room.

“You can change and wash yourselves up here”, she said while pointing at the bathroom. “I left some of my son’s old clothes on the bed for you to wear, too. Take your time, and don’t be shy! Make yourselves comfy, ‘kay?”

The twins nodded and the woman closed the room’s door.

Immediately after she left, Vergil grabbed Dante by the collar and started yelling silently to him.

“What do you THINK you’re DOING?! Weren’t you the one who said we should hide?!”

“This is all part of it, Verge! Don’t you see? We have the opportunity to hide… comfortably!”

Vergil was so angry he gritted his teeth and sweared he could punch Dante in the face, but refrained to do so as he wanted to avoid a commotion. Dante’s idea of “hiding” clearly didn’t match his own.

“Hey, Verge… come on… we had a rough night… these people seem nice enough… and we are really far away from home…”

Vergil acknowledged they didn’t know how far away was the next town, and that it was probably more dangerous out there than in this house. After some thinking, Vergil sighed and let go of Dante.

“I really hate to admit it… but maybe this isn’t such a bad idea… for now.”

Dante celebrated the success of his plan, while Vergil stated some conditions on it.

“We can only stay here three days MAXIMUM, got it? Don’t get used to this. We need to keep going.”

“Owww…”, Dante pouted.

“Come on Dante, let’s wash up. Your hair is so dirty it almost looks completely grey.”

Dante laughed and nodded.

“Sure, whatever you say, Giiilveeer”, said Dante mockingly while letting out a cackle.

Vergil smacked Dante in the head and dragged him to the bathroom.

CHAPTER 3

#brotherly shenanigans #I love them so much they are so silly #Vergil agreeing with Dante’s ideas?? more likely than you think #maybe that’s a bit ooc for Vergil #but at the same time #Dante isn’t entirely wrong #he might be dumb but he’s not stupid #dante #vergil #dmc fandom #dmc #dmc au #fanfic #dante devil may cry #dmc vergil #devil may cry #dmc dante #summoning the dmc community #dmc5 #dmc3

[hayashiyawara]

Don’t like don’t interact. Block me if you have to. I am tired of fandom drama and just wanna focus on creation so please leave me alone if this ain’t your cup of tea. 

First post in many years since I last abandoned this account and completely forgot about it until recently thanks to the Twatter situation. Anyways, I do have a Nero’s Mom OC, Selena Eleanor Earnshaw (the brunette in DMC4SE that I expanded her story upon, therefore she’s alive and well) and I’ve wanted to draw my Vergil’s wife, Dantea (Setsuka) Linton with him while wearing the classic red Fortuna dress. 

#devilmaycry #devil may cry #dmcau #devil may cry au #nero's mom #nero's mother #dmc ocs #dmc oc #devil may cry oc #vergilxoc #vergilxdantea #dantea linton #female dante #nero #vergil #vergil x female dante #artists on tumblr #gender bender #genderbent #vergil sparda #nero sparda #selena earnshaw

[devilmaycrynetwork]

It’s really uncomfortable to see art with Dante, Vergil, and Nero together. Sometimes artist draw Dante and Vergil as parents looking after Nero and it urks me (even if the artist isn’t a freak).

I think I’ll forever be bitter over the treatment of Nero’s mom. I know people justify it with “Capcom don’t give a damn” but I would have love to see Nero’s Mom, Vergil, and Nero as a family. I accepted that won’t happen. I think her character could be important. I think there could be this parallel between Eva and Sparda / Nero’s Mom and Vergil. I suppose I am tired of the deadbeat father trope.

 I guess there’s no point thinking about what we could have gotten. 

#dmc critical tag #I think what bothers me has there's no content of eva with the sparda family #I think nero's mom could have been included if capcom care for any of it's female characters..... #admin post

[goblinselfshippr]

❤️Romantic f/o tag explanations+ links

(+Leviathan bc he used to be a romantic but he got switched) fair warning, I don’t keep up with all the shitty musician drama. Warning for medications/experiments/drugs in Albert’s part specifically(which I have moved to the very bottom past Leviathan for that reason).

Vergil- #❤️[A Thousand Years]

Pretty sure most people get this one, it’s the infamous Twilight wedding song. Everyone and their mom knows by this point that I’ve been shipping with this guy since I was like 10, and when you spend that much time writing/daydreaming about a guy it really does feel like we’ve been together for millennia. BUT did you know it is also based off of a wedding dance that I always thought about us doing? It’s a bit of a mashup between this video and this one

Cicero- #❤️[DWTC]

This is actually an acronym for Down With The Clown which is an ICP song… yeah… lol my parents should’ve known I was not gonna be a normal child when they blasted Riddlebox 25/8. Cicero’s entire playlist is mostly ICP because he is in fact an insane clown. I think originally his tag was going to be “My axe” or “chop chop slide” or something but obvs that’s violent and I figured I’d probably need to censor everything if I went with those. I wanted to keep them around 3 words or less, so the acronym was just faster (meanwhile Simeon’s tag exists)

Farkas- #❤️[Tír na nÓg]

*inhale* HOOO BOY this is both a song by Celtic Women and the fae world in Irish folklore. In the song, I’m pretty sure it’s about a warrior who is shipwrecked on an island and sees a faerie that looks like his wife who is trying to tempt him to stay safe with her on the island of Tír na nÓg. My S/Is are exclusively either fae or angels (sometimes both at the same time) but I figured Skyrim has a closer folklore to Norse and Irish and popular culture loves saying they are the same. So yeah, Tír na nÓg because he’s getting tempted by a pretty fae lol

Aizawa- #❤️[Mr. 10pm Bedtime]

This is a song by Girli (one of my top 10 faves) and I really feel like the chorus fits him shdndj especially “Baby, don't tell me you're too old To have a little bit of fun sometimes” and “So tell me one more time That I've been trashing your bedtime I hear you knock, knock, knock On the door and you let me know “Pipe down or you'll have to go!" “ like that is HIM. Our dynamic is very much “loud/flashy/extroverted” and “god I’m so tired introvert”

Levi- #❤️[Under the Willow]

Another lucky guy with a wedding dance. Willow by Jasmine Thompson (warning, the camera spins with the dancers for some ungodly reason so those parts might make you dizzy/motion sick bc it for sure makes me a little nauseous) it’s a really soft song and I kinda only picked it for him because of the line “Down by the water, under the willow Sits a lone ranger, minding the willow” but some of the other parts still fit him imo “If he had spoken, love would return Spoken inside, too soft to be heard” bc that man has a hard ass time conveying emotions. Yes he is blunt, but feelings are embarrassing. (Source: me wanting to disappear the moment I have them). It’s apparently based off of a fairytale called Under the Willow by Hans Christian Andersen

Wrecker- #❤️[Absolutely Smitten]

Dodie song because I was absolutely in my Dodie era with him SHCAKCAB It’s so cute and fun and just feels like him! Esp because it’s easy to imagine my s/i singing this about him (she is a performer) in the bar! I don’t really have a lot to say, these things just lined up. It was a hard tie between this one and Would You Be So Kind, but for me the shorter tags the better.

Simeon- #❤[Kannst du die Engel sehn?]

This is from Die Engel by Eisbrecher, the tag means “can you see the angels” really original i know lmao I love this band and this song(I am not in any means fluent in German, I can only flirt and order food), I have included a video with the English translation. It WASNT going to be five words long, but I felt like just “Die Engel” (The Angel) would NOT work because people wouldn’t understand its not die(English), it’s die(German) + be like “wow that’s a little harsh” 🤣 the full lyric is “Can you see the angels, they fall only for you” which is meant to allude to how Simeon does a LOT of shit he is not supposed to for the MC

Jafar- #❤️[Out of Body]

This is a song by Gorillaz that feels kind of like some sort of cult ritual at first. Allegedly it is about the sort of euphoria you feel dancing at a club or party. Idk feels a lil culty to me(<- has never been to a party). Another one I don’t really have much to say about, in my head it just fits. It’s fun and upbeat and a little crazy/foreboding because this guy is nuts ily tho bby

+Leviathan- #❤️[Break the Internet]

This is from Cyber Sex by Doja Cat exclusively because I didn’t know what the hell to use for him that wasn’t an anime OST song, and I like keeping the music theme. (Sorry bud) I was going to do something from Match to Water by Pierce the Veil(which I feel like is HIS song even if I don’t really feel romantically abt him as much), but I really couldn’t find anything short and snappy that I felt like fit him. And obviously the name of this song would not work on my sfw page 😅

Albert- #❤️[Mr. Doctor Man]

Song by Palaye Royal that has been stuck in my head for the past 6years (shoutout to my ex who introduced me to this band). It’s pretty heavy if you actually listen to the words (alludes to a doctor using illicit substances to cope with the trauma of the job). I’m not completely naïve to the fact that our guy Bertie is canonically a homicidal maniac who absolutely abuses his position to turn people into weird zombie demons or human hamburgers. His story is dark and I wanted his song to reflect that feeling. One of the more recent updates from the game’s creator actually shows a concept art of a kid Albert in some sort of medical testing facility, and I really felt like the song’s themes resonated with him

#goblinrambles #❤️[Break the Internet]

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 10: Tutelage

Chapter 10: Tutelage

Note: Hi everyone! Happy Friday! Hope the week was worthwhile for you! I have to work for 7 hours tomorrow, and it probably sounds silly, but I'm tired just thinking about standing that long. My feet hate it, even with good shoes, and I haven't had to do that since the start of the pandemic when I was laid off and had to find a new job. Wish me luck… 

Also, sorry again for any mistakes. I'm having the same problems as last time with my editing software and with Google insisting that I don't know how to speak my own native language, so there might be a couple of weird mistakes here or there! I went over it twice, but you know, sometimes things just slip through.

(-~-)

Putting the phone down on the receiver with a sigh and a thud, the demon slayer in the red coat exhaled the breath that he had been holding deep in his chest before leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes for a moment. That was every pizza place in town that he knew of. Then there was no helping it, was there? There was only one thing he could do, and although he knew that it was unlikely to work, he also knew that nothing got done if he didn't even attempt to do it in the first place. There was no helping it, then.

He was going to have to ask Vergil to cook dinner. And that meant he was going to have to eat a vegetable that wasn't part of the ingredient list for tomato sauce.

Dante could feel a part of himself die just imagining that scenario, but there was no getting around it. If by some miracle he did talk Vergil into actually cooking dinner for the both of them, then he was going to insist that he eat something green. And in a way, he found that strangely humorous. 

It wasn't that his brother couldn't cook. Far from it, in fact. He was actually quite confused as to when he had learned to cook so proficiently considering his limited lifetime in the human world and how much of that time he undoubtedly spent running from his enemies or pursuing his own personal interests. That didn't come off to him as the sort of environment where one learned how to cook gourmet cuisine. But Vergil maintained certain basic standards, and good food seemed to be one of them. He wouldn't compromise there, not in his experience. 

He'd seen him attempt to eat a few slices of pizza from time to time, and he had noticed that he only seemed to prefer one specific local mom-and-pop shop when he did order from there, but aside from that, Vergil just sort of went his own way in regards to food, and he didn't mention Dante's eating habits unless he was utterly appalled by them. And the younger of the two twins was fully aware that he had given him plenty of reason to be, considering the time that he had walked in on him eating an entire rolled-up pizza and had nearly died of disgust.

But that genuinely did raise the question as to where he had learned to cook as well as he did. The both of them had spent time with their mother baking as children, but that was a far cry from the sorts of things that he cooked now, even if Dante did quietly miss his mother's peanut butter cookie recipe. Nostalgia was an incredibly strong drug, and those cookies had seemingly been injected with a full syringe of it. But the question still remained. After all, he was certain that the Devil King Mundus hadn't requested him to carry out that specific task. He wasn't even sure that demons like that actually needed to eat. He was convinced that they just ambiently existed off of the suffering of everyone around them, but regardless, maybe he could ask him that.

Sighing as he stood up and pushed the chair back towards the general direction of the desk with a loud screech across the hardwood floors, he stretched and cracked his back, groaning slightly as he glanced back at the windows at the front of the office for a moment. The air was getting cooler outside. He got the impression that it would rain sometime tonight, or perhaps even snow. Of course it would. It was almost guaranteed that something like that would happen while the windows were all broken, and he most certainly didn't have a tarp of any sort that he could put up. It seemed that his only hope at this point was actually getting a window repair place to come and check it out, but even Morrison probably couldn't pull that off until tomorrow morning at the earliest. They were just going to have to deal with some ice in the house, it seemed.

Sleet and broken glass. What a winning combo. And yet, the building had still been through worse. They were going to be fine. It was just going to be inconvenient.

Opening the door that led to the back hallway, he noted that the bathroom light was out. Not in the sense that it had burned out from overuse, but in the sense that his brother had turned it off and wasn't in there. Unless of course Vergil was one of those crazy people who went to the bathroom in the pitch black, which was something he couldn't exactly put past him. He did like it relatively dark in the house, something that he could only assume came from his time in the underworld. And as far as that was concerned, he wasn't going to even begin to fight him on it. Whatever helped him cope with his personal demons the best was the method he was willing to tolerate. It wasn't as though either of them had bad eyesight anyway. Customers didn't come back here either, so it didn't really matter one way or the other to him. He just wanted his brother's sanity to remain intact, and if that meant not having the lights on in the back part of the house that he rarely went into in the first place, then he couldn't say that he was going to raise any sort of hell over it.

Resisting the urge to simply push the door open and attempt to startle his older brother, Dante decided that today probably wasn't the day for that. He knew that Vergil was rarely in the mood for that sort of tomfoolery to begin with, but considering that he had just woken up from a coma and probably had much to process, he wasn't going to find that very funny. And besides, knowing his brother, he was almost certain that he already knew that he was standing outside of the door to begin with. After all, he had been able to tell he was there from much further distances in the past. It was highly unlikely that he was distracted enough to not notice that he had approached the door.

A small pang of guilt gripped him as he considered the fact that he was asking his brother to do a favor directly after he had awoken from being unconscious for a week. That didn't quite sit right with him, and a part of him was hoping that Vergil would say no just on principle, but he had no idea how this was going to go. Either way, he didn't exactly desire to disturb him, so this wasn't the most enjoyable experience. "I really gotta figure this out at some point… "

Taking a deep breath to compose himself before proceeding, he exhaled heavily and then reached up to knock on the door, three medium knocks presumably all he would need. After all, his brother did have exceptionally good hearing, and if he hit the door any harder, he would probably take it personally and leave a dent in it. Even if his brother was asleep there was no need to try to knock the door off of its hinges. That would just be another repair bill that he couldn't afford right now.

"Proceed."

It took Dante a moment to process the fact that Vergil had simply told him to open the door for once instead of opening it himself, but he couldn't say that he was bothered by that in the slightest. He simply hadn't expected it. Shrugging, he pushed the door open to find that his brother was more or less reclined in the chair next to the window, reading what appeared to be a very thick book. And although the book didn't appear to possess any cover artwork, he was willing to believe that it probably wasn't a light read.

Sitting on the bedside table nearest to him was a stack of what looked to be about 30 more books, each of which seemed to be just as old and as thick. There were a few thinner ones in there to be sure, But the majority of them were quite thick and seemed to be substantial in weight and age. But a quick glance at the spines revealed that most of them were either history texts or poetry of some sort. Human history, for that matter. It seemed that for once Vergil wasn't actually looking into anything that had to do with demons, and that was probably the most surprising part of it all. Perhaps he was trying to catch up on things he had missed while he was gone for two decades? Because they were probably better tools for that, Not that he was going to suggest them. Dante wasn't sure he really knew how to use a lot of the newer technology himself. Now retro things like his jukebox, yes. But if he wanted to understand any of the higher tech things that were going on these days, he was probably going to have to talk to Nero.

Dante suddenly felt quite old. Was this what it felt like to be his brother?

"That's a lot of books, Vergil. Did you rob V's house last time you were over there?" Dante said as he stepped in and closed the door, not wanting to linger in the hallway. There was no particular reason as to why he didn't, but he simply didn't want to, and his brother struck him as the sort of person who wouldn't prefer that people keep his door open needlessly. If it was closed, then it had been closed for a good reason, even if that reason was simply to afford him privacy.

Placing his thumb on the edge of the paper with little to no force, he used the other four fingers on that hand to gently close the book, holding his place but not damaging the spine of the book in any way. His eyes then moved in Dante's general direction before he tilted his head slightly to facilitate better eye contact between the two of them. None of the rest of his body moved, seemingly at rest. How anyone could relax in a chair that stiff was beyond Dante, but from what he could tell, he was quite at ease. It was something that he wasn't used to seeing, to be honest, and it almost felt unnatural to witness, but he had to admit to himself that he was glad that his brother had found a sense of equilibrium, even if he personally didn't understand it.

"I borrowed these from the Ludwig Estate. Magnolia's recommendation. Apparently, they rarely browse this section. A shame, really. They are quite fascinating." Vergil said casually, seemingly actually interested in what he had been reading. As far as Dante was concerned, that was quite on-brand for his older twin. If most of those books were history books like he believed them to be, then he was willing to go out on a limb and guess that the one he was reading probably was one too. 

His brother had always been quite fascinated by the past. He had spent countless hours with their father during their youth in his study being told stories of bygone eras and the events that had occurred in them. Sparda had always been happy to humor his interests, even if he had probably grown tired of explaining events that he had probably personally been involved with or had been present for. Dante imagined that history was much less spectacular in a way when one had lived through it personally. In fact, he had an unhealthy habit of lingering in the past at times, so it wasn't entirely surprising to him that he would become engrossed in a history book. But at least he was finding a healthy outlet for his boredom.

"Oh, did you do that before we left? I didn't see you bring any books back with you in the van on the way back to the office." Dante said, Not remembering any boxes of books in the van on their way back. He had been pretty attentive to virtual when they had entered the building, so he was certain that he would have seen him carry in a large box with books when they had arrived.

"I went to retrieve them while you were speaking with your companion," Vergil said almost casually, taking a peep back at the page that he had been reading before using his thumb to hold the page again. It seemed that he was in the middle of something quite engrossing and he imagined that he was not the least bit pleased to be interrupted.

Dante did a physical and mental double take. That would explain how the books had gotten in the house without him noticing, but how had his brother even had the time to do something like that?"Just now when Morrison was here? You left and came back that quick? We were only talking for a second."

Vergil chuckled deeply, a sly smirk on his face that indicated that he was probably right on the money in regards to his assumption that his brother had just gone back to the manor a moment ago while he was talking to Morrison and making the rounds to find a restaurant that was open. "I'm quite familiar with their library. I spent many a happy hour there during my youth."

Dante shrugged, not sure what else he could add to that statement. It wasn't beyond the realm of believability. After all, Yamato didn't exactly take a long time to open a portal, and his brother could move quite fast when he wanted to. It was kind of interesting to him to think that he had noticed him slip out of the house. He must have been very engrossed in the conversation that he'd been having with Morrison. "Well hey, at least this time you didn't get dropped from the roof of the building or whatever. But either way, I came to interrupt you for a second."

 Vergil raised an eyebrow, seemingly more curious than annoyed by the statement, especially considering the fact that Dante was already interrupting him. "Don't you mean that you do not wish to disturb me and allow me to continue reading?"

"Nope. I need to ask you a question. Well, it's less of a question and more of a proposition." Dante said, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall next to the door. He wasn't in any sort of hurry, but he did find his brother's response almost amusing. He could tell that his older twin already knew that his answer was sarcastic and was the complete opposite of what he was here for, but he felt the desire to make his dry joke regardless, and there was something kind of funny about that. It reminded him of a time long since past when they had met in a graveyard after about a decade apart and he had made a similarly dry joke at his expense, albeit under much less cheerful circumstances. Or the time that they had met a top of Temin Ni Gru, for that matter. Vergil had always possessed superior comic timing, even if his jokes didn't always land the way that he'd probably intended.

"You've piqued my curiosity." The Dark Slayer said, sitting up and fully closing his book after marking the page with a scrap of paper that had been laying on the window sill next to a potted plant that Dante hadn't noticed had been there until now. He wondered when he purchased that, or if that was how he had obtained it in the first place. How often did Vergil leave the house to run most certainly wasn't going to ask. His brother didn't exactly owe him an explanation, even though he did hope that he wasn't getting into any trouble. He had a pension for that, after all. "Proceed."

Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, Dante wasn't entirely sure If it was a good idea to bring this up after all. All Vergil could really say was no, but he seemed so comfortable that disturbing him almost felt extra rude just off of principal. Still, you felt no other alternative was viable, and perhaps it wouldn't be that much of a disruption after all? Or was he just saying that to himself to lessen his own irrational guilt? It was probably the second one.

"Every pizza place in this entire city is shut down or not taking my calls from what I can tell. Believe me, I called about 15 of them in the last 10 minutes alone. Nobody even picked up the phone. I can't really say that I'm surprised considering what just happened, but it does mean that I'm basically doomed to starve to death because I can't cook and there's no other food in this house." Dante said as a matter of factly as he could so as to not betray his own awkward discomfort. Little did he know that he had still managed to do so, his older brother quite adept at reading his body language by this point. It was basically impossible for either of them to lie to the other one effectively, not that they tried to for anything that mattered or very often.

"No, you can't," Vergil said, no humor to his tone as he agreed with his brother's assessment of his cooking abilities. There was no ambiguity there. Vergil had absolutely no confidence that Dante could prepare something that even remotely resembled a plate of edible food. "I don't have to even see you attempt to prepare a meal to know that you do not possess the ability to do so. You might be the one who lacks the capacity to gamble, but I'm still not going to take that bet."

"Thanks, Vergil," Dante said, barely suppressing a genuine laugh. Damn, so that's what it felt like to be utterly taken apart and destroyed in regards to your cooking abilities. It hurt, but it was actually quite funny and undeniably true. He just wondered if his brother had actually meant it as a joke or not, because he got the impression that he didn't. "So I was going to ask if maybe you could… You know… Cook something? I don't care what it is or when you do it. I'm not going to die by this time tomorrow or anything like that."

Vergil pivoted slightly in the chair, sitting up straighter than he had been a moment prior. His facial expression was hard to read, but he appeared to be in a state of deep thought, considering something that Dante couldn't place or imagine, but he was willing to guess that his older twin wasn't considering whether or not he felt like cooking. After a moment, he looked back up at his brother, that same incredulous look on his face, but what he could only identify as a glint of humor in his eyes. 

"I am perfectly capable of doing so, but I utterly refuse to."

Dante couldn't say that he blamed him, but he hadn't expected his answer to be so blunt. Still though, there was a tinge of humor to his tone, even if only barely perceptible. He could tell just by looking at his brother that he only partially meant what he had just said. After all, he was going to have to eat at some point anyway, so there's probably a catch to this little game that he was playing. 

"I feel like there's a catch to that statement." The younger of the two twins said with a soft sigh, shaking his head as he rubbed the side of his neck. His brother was going to ask him to do something, wasn't he? That was only fair, but now he was concerned because he had the feeling it wasn't something as simple as asking him to wash the dishes after they ate. "What do you want me to do?"

"You must agree to do something. Two things, actually." Vergil said, clasping his fingers together as he rested his elbows upon the arms of the chair that he sat in. He seemed to be more or less in control of the conversation at this point, and Dante had already admitted defeat internally. Whatever he asked him to do he was going to have to do if he wanted to eat something tonight, and he was certain that no amount of bugging his brother or pretending to dramatically starve in his presence was going to get him to budge. He would probably throw a pack of airplane peanuts at him or something and call it a day.

"What, do you want me to clean the office or something? Because I think I'd rather just starve… " Dante started to say, but he was interrupted a moment later.

"Oh, the office will be cleaned. But I'm not doing it today, either. I simply do not possess the willpower to even consider the undertaking that would require." He said that first sentence almost as though it were a threat, an ultimatum and an unmovable fact that he could not avoid forever. One way or another the front office was going to be restored to its former state at a minimum, and there was no getting around it. Vergil refused to live in a building that had broken windows. Well, at least not anymore. But regardless, there was a tinge of conniving humor to his statement that the younger of the two couldn't help but notice. Dante got the impression that he had something truly horrendous planned for him. "No, I have something entirely different in mind."

"All right, Vergil… What are your "conditions?" He said with reluctance, almost afraid to actually know his answer. It was becoming more and more likely that he might be starving tonight because the almost sinister way that Vergil was pitching this idea to him gave him the impression that he was most certainly not going to want to do it.

"At some point you have to actually renovate this office and attempt to decorate it so that it feels less like an abandoned building you've taken up residence in." He said calmly, but in a way that made it clear that that was only the first half of his statement. After all, he had said that he had two conditions, but considering that that was the first one, Dante couldn't imagine what the second one could be, even if it was framed in a way that implied that it was considerably worse. That being said, the first condition didn't actually bother him much. He had no idea what his brother had in mind, but he was almost certain that he was going to have some examples of what he wanted to be done. It had been inevitable to him that his brother would want to do something with the place he now lived in outside of just his own bedroom at some point, so although he had not expected the request now, he couldn't say that it took him entirely by surprise. 

"Okay, I can stick some plants in the front office or something. Done. What's the second part?" Dante said with what appeared to be too much confidence, his brother smirking in a way that almost immediately caused him to regret having said anything at all. Oh dear, something wasn't right about all this… 

"… And you're going to help me cook. I refuse to even begin to comprehend how you managed to survive this long without the ability to cook an actual meal, and I have my suspicions as to how you did, but it ends here. If I have to get up and make dinner tonight, which will undoubtedly require heading to a market of some sort beforehand, then I believe it's time you at least attempted the basics." Vergil said in a way that implied that he knew that this was probably the last thing that his brother wanted to do or had expected him to say. He dropped it on him like an atomic bomb, His mannerism so calm that it was obvious that was no negotiating it. And that was why he was going to make him do it in the first place. There was a genuine sentiment to his tone that implied that he was actually somewhat concerned and bewildered by the fact that his brother had probably subsisted off of pizza and tomato juice his entire adult life. It was astounding to him that he hadn't contracted a bad case of acid reflux disease by this point, or something considerably worse. His eating habits were frankly appalling. How fortunate indeed that they were that they possessed demonic and human blood.

Dante turned visibly paler as the reality of what had been proposed to him sunk in. He wanted him to… His older brother was offering to teach him something? He'd been under the impression most of his life that Vergil didn't believe it was possible for him to learn anything. In a strange way, he was actually kinda flattered that Vergil actually believed he had the capacity to learn something from him, let alone be taught by him personally. 

But then that also meant that he was going to have to be taught something by his older brother… and Vergil wasn't exactly famous for his patient temperament… 

Oh. Oh no.

(-~-)

Yep, Dante is gonna die. Poor guy. It was nice knowing you, buddy! Let's just hope that Vergil has infinite patience lol! I know you all like these conversation chapters, so I thought you might enjoy this! I don't have my work schedule for next week yet, so let's just keep things as usual for now. See you next week on Wednesday and Friday! I hope you liked the chapter, and I'll see you in the comment section! Have a wonderful weekend!

#Petrichor #Dante #Vergil #DMC #DMCV #DMC5 #Devil May Cry #Devil May Cry 5 #Devil May Cry V #My Post Devil May Cry 5 AU #My Post DMC AU #My Post DMCV AU #My Post Devil May Cry 5 Fan Fic #Post DMC5 #Post DMCV #DMC 5 AU #DMCV AU #Post DMC AU #Post DMC5 AU

[astrosociety]

anyway I need nero's mom design and personality now , I need some milf material

#dmc #devil may cry #neros mom #lady in red #if capcom kills her i will go fereanl #i dont even what her to ship her with vergil #im just tired of the dead mom trope #and if they make her a deadbeat mom i will commit arson #astro rumbles

[rodeoxqueen]

Howdy! I really like what you write, this is just like a balm for the soul, seriously. I’m not sure, if this has been requested before, but I would be interested to know, how the Sparda men (and V) would behave, if they realized, that they were getting ill, and how the s/o would take care of them or something like that. Just for example, even the most powerful demons can suddenly catch a virus!

Howdy, 

That’s mighty kind of you to say that. I’m honored. I hope this was to your liking. It’s a bit more fluff and comfort than I intended. 

-Rodeo

PS-I’ll reblog this with Nero’s part soon as I established my new policy after this was requested.

Dante 

“Huh, didn’t know I could get sick like this,” Dante mumbles nasally as he lays on the couch, surrounded by tissue boxes. He tried to dismiss it as a sniffle but then he realized he barely gets the sniffles. It quickly derailed from that epiphany. 

He naps around and reads magazines while talking to you, a couch potato. 

He won’t take the strongly bitter medications, he whines like a child, moving his face from the spoon. It isn’t until you manage to find children’s strawberry-flavored medicine that he takes any medication. 

So overdramatic. He’s gonna milk all the attention he can get from being sick. 

“Babe, I am not long for this world. Please, take my worldly possessions when I am gone.”

“What worldly possessions?” You ask, bringing him a bowl of warm broth to drink. He puts his hand over his eyes, posing. 

“Three dollars and a strip club membership card.” You roll your eyes, helping him get propped up by pillows. 

You place a hand on his seething hot skin, pushing his bangs back to reveal that handsome face. He looks even paler than before, his nose red and eyes tired.  His hair is messily splayed around his face, Dante not bothering to fix it. 

You quickly blow on some broth in a spoon, opting to feed him. He smiles and opens his mouth. Surrounded by blankets and pillows on his couch, he looks incredibly comfortable. But with you around, he’s always at ease. 

“I haven’t been sick since I was a kid. Me and Vergil blamed each other for passing it to the other. But dad was sick too, so maybe it was his fault.” 

“Yeah?” You say, offering him a juice box. 

“Mom used to take care of us, like this.” He looks at you, a smile on his face, fond of the past and grateful for the future. 

You talk to him gently, stroking his hair. He falls asleep shortly after. He snores so loudly but the relaxed look on his face makes up for it.  

Vergil 

“Powers” through it. Fails miserably. 

He tries to hide that something is wrong with him and refuses any care for the first few hours of coming down with a demonic cold. 

“I am fine *HACK*.” 

Finally, after having a fever and chills, he agrees to be dressed down and lays in bed. He looks so grumpy, eyebrows crossed as you fluff his sheets and get him a little tray of goodies. 

His head is stuffy, his body is slow, he’s too warm and cold at the same time, he can’t talk without pain in his throat, he hates it. 

Just like his brother, he hates taking medicine. 

“I am in no need of this.” He gripes as you try to get him to consume the syrup. 

“Come on! I’d offer you pills but that would hurt your throat.” 

“I am not that weak to need human medicine.” He counters as he moves around sluggishly to dodge your spoon of bitter medication. 

He’s ticklish at the ribs, and you use your ultimate trump card. Poking him right in his side, he lets out a gasp as you finally get his mouth to open. He winces at the horrid taste.  

Betrayed, he turns away from you. You pat his strong back, offering some warm tea with honey in it. 

Vergil takes your drink, emptying the cup. You smile at his stubbornness. Kissing his warm cheek, you take your leave so he can rest. 

He dreams of his mother sitting next to him when he was bedridden as a child, Dante snoring on his bed a few feet away. Her voice is decades away, a murmur in time. He squints against the light in his dream, and he wakes to a dark room. 

To his surprise, you had fallen asleep watching over him, your head cushioned by your arms on the side of his bed. He weakly smiles, staring into the ceiling before closing his eyes again. 

V

Another stubborn devil who tries to take care of himself. 

His cane shakes, his head aching and he is dizzy. He pushes his hair from his face, sniffling. 

“Don’t worry yourself about me.” Too late, you’re worried and you herd him back into bed. 

He doesn’t make much of a fight out of it, admitting defeat. 

“Oh lookie here. Shakespeare got the sniffles.” Griffon chuckles. 

“Griffon, I will make broth out of you.” You warn, walking out of the room. 

V softly laughs, a raspy noise. He knows you love his morning voice, but with this cold he can’t even talk without his voice becoming null. 

He is propped up, a dark angel in white pillows and sheets reading from his book. V looks practically translucently pale, dark eye circles pronounced and his lips cracked. Shadow is against him, a purring source of heat. 

You come back with enough broth and medicine to last him days of sustenance. He allows you to care for him as he is feeble and lethargic. V thinks he is more than capable to feed himself, yet you insist. 

You know he can’t speak too loud without discomfort, so you take out a tiny bell and leave it in his hands. 

“If you need to tell me something or you need anything, ring for me. ” You go to leave, only to have V quickly ring the bell. You turn and-

He mouths “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

V sinks into the pillows after you leave his room, finally satisfied after such discomfort. Shadow’s purrs lull him to sleep. He hopes to be better to kiss you safely again. 

#dante x reader #gender neutral reader #dante imagine #dante headcanons #dante sparda #vergil x reader #vergil sparda #vergil headcanons #vergil imagine #vitale x reader #v x reader #dmc v x reader #dmc v headcanons #vitale headcanons #vitale imagines #dmc v imagines #dmc v #devil may cry #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry headcanons #dmc imagines #dmc headcanons

[polarisbibliotheque]

Dante & Vergil with their s/o on rainy days

Pairing: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader

Summary: The Sparda household needs to re-learn what cozy rainy days feels like. Luckily, they have you around to remind them - and some hot chocolate.

Author’s notes: This theme was suggested by @randomshit618 a long time ago and I finally go to writing it! I've been meaning to post for a while now, but I took my most recent vaccine shot and I can barely get up from bed (writing it from my comfy confinements right now ^^). But I wanted to let you guys know I haven't forgotten you!  Also, I'll be working on the other suggestions from the asks soon!

And, if you're in Brazil, I know we're having a displaced Carnaval and everyone's up to have fun, but do stay safe, ok? It's been a while and people are completely careless, accidents are bound to happen. So take care of yourselves ^^

Restrictions: Dante's is kinda of a follow up from a Sky-Blue Kind of Rain - so he's kinda in a depressive mood. Vergil starts his after waking up from night terrors, so I thought I should warn you.

Dante

A Sky-Blue Kind of Rain

“Say… You never spent cozy rainy days at home?” Your question made Dante smile a little while both of you walked back home. He had his hands tucked in his pockets and you carried your huge sword as if it was nothing.

Sometimes, you wished you had his power of just summoning his sword out of his very being – but you had to settle with your humanity.

“Well… Never really had much of a cozy home.” He shrugged back; a little humorless giggle hidden at the end of his phrase. “I remember mom used to read us stories… Ya know, I was kinda scared of big thunderstorms when I was a kid.”

“I’m still scared of big thunderstorms.” You made sure to note that as soon as you noticed he was a little uneasy to admit that. Dante’s smile grew on his lips, and you marked that as a win. “They always made the lights go out back in the home I grew up. But I do like rain.”

“Yeah… It’s kinda… Soothing.” Dante’s voice got a little lost in the water by the end, while his eyes took in the skies.

He deserved all the peace he could get. Sometimes, you wanted to scream for it to register on his brain – but some other times, you just wanted to cuddle that huge, buffed demon hunter who carried such a wounded heart.

“It is. And you’ll get to know what a cozy rainy day at home looks like, even if it is the last thing I do.” And your voice was so sure of yourself, Dante couldn’t hold back the genuine laugh that played on his lips.

You almost tackled Dante so he would take a warm shower – a cozy one, to wash that cold rainwater that soaked both of you to your bones. He asked you to come along, but knowing your red devil, you’d spend the whole rest of the day under the water just because.

And, as much as you’d like to do that, the water bill wouldn’t pay itself by the end of the month. It was fine for him to take a longer sort of shower – but the two of you in it would make the water bill stratospherically absurd.

So, you decided to avoid that.

Instead, you took your time by yourself to settle in the kitchen.

“Gotta say, it’s been a long time I don’t smell something like this…”

As you turned around, you met Dante leaning by the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest, but carrying a faint smile on his lips. You could see his sky-blue eyes under his pearly white hair – so amusing how it reminded you of when he was younger in his old red vest and black turtleneck, what he used to wear when you first met.

“Chocolate…?” It was a guess; and stripped off the certainty Dante always carried in his voice.

His spirit was tired. You could see it in his eyes.

“Yeah. I took a look at the recipe notebook Kyrie gave me and found a really good and quick brownie recipe.” You winked at him, leaning on the counter while holding the wooden spoon, filled with the chocolaty batter, on one of your hands. “And don’t worry, big guy. I’m working on some strawberry jam so you can use it as a syrup and appease your thirst for berries.”

“Huh, you didn’t have to worry about that, babe… Mom did make some choco cakes for us sometimes.” Dante’s smile was a little absent minded, leaving the door frame to lazily approach you. “Though Verge was more of the chocolate freak. Me, I’ve always been more into strawberries.”

“Bet Eva made strawberry choco cakes and that solved all her problems.” You smiled back at him as Dante stopped in front of you, playing with your hands for a while.

“Well, you are as brilliant as her, babe.” Dante confirmed with a small smile and a wink, making you giggle in response. “Need some help tidying things up?”

“Of course. I was waiting for you to start that part of my mission… My favorite, if you wanna know.” You winked back at your red devil and, letting go of his hands only to offer him the bowl and the wooden spoon you used to prepare the batter. You did scrape the bowl the best way you could, but, as usual, some of the batter always remained.

And that was the best part.

“Ok. Want me to wash the baking pan too, later…?” Dante wasn’t even going to argue nor was he in a mood to banter. You were already taking care of him, the least he could do was clean the dishes.

Or so he thought.

“Who said anything about washing, cowboy…?” You raised one eyebrow, protectively taking the bowl and spoon away from him. Dante tilted his head, trying to understand what you meant. “Ok. There was a thing my mom always did at my home. And my aunt. And my grandma. And I’m pretty sure it’s a family thing, so pay close attention, red devil…”

Dante seemed to take your words seriously, leaning in to listen to you better, showing how much he cared. Both of you never had much structure, and you were struggling to create your own. Step by step, putting pieces together like a mosaic, you and Dante were building a life the way you liked it – and sometimes, you had memories from your childhood that you wanted to bring back. Little things that meant something, for you and for him, that you wanted to share in that new life you were piecing together.

It wasn’t much – but, for Dante, those things meant the world.

“After they baked a tasty cake, they always gave me the spoon and the bowl…” You were almost solemn, making Dante expect an old, respectful family tradition. “So I’d scrape the hell out of it and eat the batter, making the washing process a whole lot easier.”

“Ha, your mom let you eat unbaked batter…?” And that made a soothing smile appear on his lips. Dante’s eyes still carried some of that sadness that appeared in the pouring rain as you worked that day, but there was also a vulnerability – something he would only allow himself to show by your side. “That’s one hell of a family tradition.”

“And my grandma too, big guy.” You winked back at him, placing the kitchen utensils on the counter right by your side, making Dante lean on it next to you as soon as you did the same. “Put those hands to work, babe.”

With those words, you slid your index finger inside the bowl, taking some of the batter and offering to him. Dante didn’t argue: carefully, he held your hand to lick the chocolate you offered.

“Ya know… This is better than I expected.” His eyes were still sad, but with a glint of fun as he leaned more of his weight on his elbows, lazily placed by yours on the kitchen counter.

“I know. It isn’t exactly healthy, but we can allow some luxuries during rainy days.” You smiled back, cleaning a little bit of chocolate from his lower lip. “Wanna help me clean this up?”

“Gotta keep up with your family traditions.” It was Dante’s turn to smile to you, watching as you seemed to glow with a peaceful happiness while getting ready to eat all the batter that remained on the spoon. “It’s a nice thing to do on rainy days.”

“Indeed.” You mumbled, making him chuckle as the corners of your mouth got stained with chocolate. Dante took the chance to start his ‘cleaning’ process with the bowl. He would risk saying that was weirdly warming him from inside out. “Someday I’ll make you something called ‘little rain cakes’. My mom and grandma used to make them during cold, gray days.”

“Hmmm. They sound delicious already.” And now, his lips were smeared with chocolate as well. That image made you want to hold him in your arms and never let go. “Mom… Well, she used to make these simple cakes, you know…? It’d be cold and she’d call me and Verge to drink some hot chocolate and a slice of warm cake.” Dante stared at some point without really seeing it, having stopped eating for a while. You just listened quietly: he didn’t recall much of his childhood out loud, so, every time he did, you paid attention. It was his way of trusting you. “Dumb Vergil would always want to be all proper, but when he smelled chocolate, it was a fight to see who’d get to the kitchen first, you know?” Dante chuckled at the memory, making you smile in return. It was nice seeing him remembering something good for a change. “We’d take our cardboard swords and fight all the way to the kitchen. I could always hear mom laughing while we tried our best to be the first to arrive. That dumbass would always try to pretend he was a prince if he arrived first, though.”

“I can almost see him with his nose up in the air, behaving like royalty to impress Eva.” You snorted, making Dante turn his eyes back to you and laugh the way he always did. It was good to see his heart was gradually coming back.

“Royalty with his hair all ruffled and his knees scraped from fightin’ me! It was ridiculous!” He leaned closer to you as you laughed together, almost touching your forehead with his. “But mom was always nice. To me and to him. It didn’t matter who got there first, we’d always get a kiss on the top of our heads and a warm cup of hot chocolate, while she took the cake or cookies out of the oven.” Dante allowed a sad smile to rest on his lips, taking some more of the chocolate batter on his fingers. “It was nice.”

“We can make some hot choco too, if you want…” You left the suggestion in the air, noticing how he eyed you.

It had been years Dante didn’t drink hot chocolate – he’d risk saying it was since he was on his own after surviving the disaster at his old home. You had brought back into his life so much – foods, songs, laughs… Memories. And he had nothing but gratitude in his heart.

Sometimes, Dante wondered if he could ever love you too much.

“Ya know… I think the weather is pretty good for that.” He had a faint smile, his eyes seeming like they were about to rain once more. “But I’ve no idea where to start, babe.”

“We can figure it out together, love.” As you said that, you placed one of your hands on his face, pulling him for a gentle, soothing kiss.

And, as you parted, you started caressing his cheek.

“You smeared me with chocolate, right…?” Dante didn’t have his eyes opened yet, but he was doing his best not to laugh too much.

“It’s collateral damage from being in the kitchen with me.” You giggled back, still trying to wipe the chocolate from his face.

“I can take that kind of collateral damage, babe. No worries.” And, with that phrase, Dante did you the favor of smearing some chocolate on the tip of your nose, making you laugh immediately after being caught by surprise.

He never thought spending time on the kitchen with you, remembering the recipes from his childhood, could be so soothing. As you and Dante worked on the brownies and the hot chocolate, time seemed to flow as naturally as rain – along with your laughs and words.

He could talk to you forever. He could spend an eternity by your side – and something inside his heart made it seem that wouldn’t be enough.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with you both sitting on the big couch at the Devil May Cry, with you comfortably cradled by Dante’s arms, while eating the decadent brownies with strawberry jam and sipping some hot chocolate, as the rain melted on the windows and played its crystalline melody on the sidewalk outside.

The skies weren’t the only thing that melted that day – as you laid in his arms and talked about all random topics Dante seemed to be interested about, he noticed the magic of that sweet afternoon wasn’t in the food.

It was you. You had the power to warm up not only his heart, but his soul – his human soul.

From that day on, rainy days were more than welcome at the Devil May Cry.

Vergil

Vergil had a rough night.

It was something he hated to admit, but sincerity was one of his virtues – even more so towards himself.

It shouldn’t had been such a loathsome night; for all nights spent in your arms were a blessing higher than Vergil ever thought he deserved. But those dreams assaulted him again. Those terrible memories – of being controlled, of losing his own free will, of losing himself.

Vergil wasn’t afraid of too many things… But he was terrified of living it all once more.

It wasn’t a shock to find him in the middle of the night, with the moon high in the sky, looking horribly sleep deprived with the gentle rain seeming to want to soothe him with its sparkling on the glass of the windows.

Vergil sat by his usual study desk – arms crossed, eyes closed, seemingly meditating while his pale demeanor held deep purple hues that denounced how much he needed to sleep.

“Vergil…?” You carefully called him, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to touch him while having one of his night terrors. Previously, that same night, he woke up in horror and you were the only one that seemed to soothe him – apparently, those nightmares came back, and he opted to deprive himself of sleeping. “Love…? Are you ok…?”

“Hmmm.” He slightly opened his eyes, keeping them locked on your feet instead of fully opening them. “Yes.”

“So honest to yourself, yet so tough to open up… Even to me.” You chuckled lightly, making him fully open his tired eyes and set them in your form. Everything about you was always welcome in his life – soothing, like the rain outside. “Can I touch you…?”

Vergil just agreed with his head, nodding with almost no movement. You took one of your hands to lightly touch his face – first with your fingers, making him close his eyes once more, cherishing the feeling of you. It was grounding. It always managed to bring Vergil back and calm that storm that raged inside his chest and threatened to burst through his eyes. You ran your fingers through his silvery hair, provoking a sigh on the Dark Slayer’s lips.

“Those nightmares can’t let you go tonight…?” Your voice was tired, yes, but for him you’d stay awake as much as he needed you to.

“On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before…”* He sighed once more, barely raising his voice as your hands kept caressing his hair. It wasn’t a usual thing to behold, but Vergil was slowly learning to be vulnerable next to you.

“And then the bird said ‘nevermore’…?” You completed his quote, making Vergil open his eyes again, seemingly proud – you’d never know it, but deep in his heart, he was grateful to have found someone who understood his way of being and speaking.

After all, for many years, the only company Vergil had was books. They had shaped him more than he liked to admit out loud.

“One of the most dreadful things of being human…” He murmured, looking as tired as you’d expect from someone awake during a rainy night at almost 5 a.m. “Is being a slave to your own memories, that keep appearing uninvited while you sleep.”

“Indeed…” You agreed with your head, having a slight smile hidden in the corner of your lips right after. “But those aren’t the only memories that rise during dreams, right…? I dare to say the good ones are worth the risk of the dreadful ones.”

Vergil slowly nodded, thinking about what you had just said. His fingers found yours, taking your hand from his hair and caressing your silky skin while his mind flew away, deep in thought.

You gave him the time he needed. The rain outside created a beautiful symphony on the glass and the pavement, sometimes accompanied by deep thunder – too far away to sound threatening. You just waited until Vergil seemed to emerge from his thoughts: if he managed to fall asleep like that, it wouldn’t be the first time and you’d never complain about it.

“Dante told me a secret about you one of these days, love.” That phrase from your mouth, though, made Vergil immediately look at you with sharp eyes: it didn’t look like he would fall asleep soon, so you could help him as much as your powers allowed. “Why don’t we go to the kitchen first?”

Raising one of his eyebrows, Vergil finally stood up and silently followed you as you kept holding his hand and guided him to where you wanted.

You were the only being in all worlds who could make the Dark Slayer follow your footsteps without questioning.

Vergil carefully watched as you moved around the kitchen, sitting by the table you ordered him to stay while you did all the work. It didn’t down on him what you were doing, until he was suddenly taken by a cloud of the sweet smell of chocolate while you poured it on the milk warming up on the stove.

He didn’t know how to react. That smell immediately took him back to the halls of his home, while he fought Dante to see who would get to the kitchen first while Eva prepared some warm, hot chocolate to keep them cozy during cold rainy days. She stirred the chocolate just like you did, standing peacefully by the oven with a calm smile on her lips while he and Dante crossed chaos to be there first.

It seemed foolish how he would always try to behave like a prince as soon as he set foot in the kitchen, but Vergil always wanted to look his best to his parents. He wanted to impress them – he wanted them to be sure he was worthy to carry his father’s name and his mother’s love. Vergil adored how Eva smiled at him whenever he thanked her so politely for the chocolate, winning a kiss on the top of his head.

And even if Dante didn’t act the same, he’d win a smile and a kiss as well. Vergil and Dante would always exchange looks as she was done serving them, smiling at each other excitedly – even if they had fought all the way to the kitchen, they were still brothers and still loved one another.

Vergil wished he was assaulted every night with those memories instead.

“Hot chocolate…?” He murmured, trying to keep his voice from trembling. It had been such a long time he didn’t allow himself that little piece of happiness, it seemed like it was a memory from another life. One he didn’t spend alone, doing his best to gain power and survive, having to fend for himself and falling deeper and deeper into mayhem.

It seemed like a memory from Heaven.

“Dante told me you have a soft spot for chocolate.” You looked back at him; that same smile his mother kept on her lips calmly reflecting on yours. You appeared to ignore how glossy his silvery eyes looked – and Vergil was thankful for that. “Who would’ve known the Dark Slayer has such a sweet taste…?”

As you winked, Vergil allowed himself to slightly smile back while you turned your attention back to the hot drink. It would be done soon, and you didn’t want to burn it.

“Indeed my tastes are sweet, for loving you as much as I do.”

That quiet phrase, murmured on a velvety, silent tone by Vergil’s lips, took you quite by surprise. He wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve – and declarations of love like that weren’t usual. Even if Vergil was able to say the most beautiful things the ears of men had listened, he usually kept to his heart and would only allow you to know it by writing the words on paper – avoiding saying them.

Almost like a spell that would wrap around both of you, binding you forever when said out loud.

Vergil would always be thankful by the way you reacted to his words, though – keeping with what you were doing, as if he said nothing much. But he could see, in the way your eyes glistened, and your lips carried a proud smile, how much it affected you.

Your emotions weren’t loud and overwhelming for him to handle – they were as gentle as the rain that melted outside.

“I wonder what my tastes are then, for loving you like I do.” You finally quipped back, taking the pan out of the stove, and offering Vergil one of your beloved, blue flower themed mugs – as well as taking one for yourself. “Probably strong albeit sweet, like dark chocolate.”

It was his turn not to answer you but allow a knowing smile to color his lips. Vergil never knew well how to react when you complimented or offered gentle feelings for him instead of hatred – he wasn’t used too kindness and softness. He had longed for it, yes, even quietly suffered for some gentleness. But, around you, it was the first time in long, long years he was finally experiencing it.

You sat across the table, taking your mug between your hands, using it to warm you up on that chilly night. Vergil took his blue flower mug with some uncertainty, wondering how that chocolate would taste like after so many years.

The sweet and warm taste took his mouth, but the wave that formed inside of him came from his heart – a wave of feelings Vergil thought were long gone; memories from the days he would play with Dante in the garden of their home, from Eva reading him his favorite poetry books to help him fall asleep, from Sparda spinning him in the air as he was caught during his training, from all of them spending a cozy, rainy night by the fireplace enjoying hot chocolate.

Vergil thought it was all dead – that he had killed it to survive. Those memories hurt; made his heart bleed during harsh endless nights while he wondered alone as a child trying to find a safer place to sleep at least a little bit and warm up his bones. He thought he had murdered those memories in cold blood, as he did with many things, so he could survive.

But there they were – and, across the table, right in front of him, there you were; with a knowing smile on your lips while his eyes rained as much as the skies outside.

You didn’t say a word about his overflow of feelings – and he would always be thankful for that. Holding your hand across the table, Vergil caressed and played with your fingers, while you both silently enjoyed the hot chocolate during that rainy night.

As Aurora with its rosy fingers colored the sky and the sun started to rise in its golden chariot, you and Vergil were back on the bed – peacefully listening to the raindrops outside, while he slept safe and sound in your arms, with your hands caressing his silver hair.

You were the only one able to soothe the storm that raged inside his soul – and Vergil would be thankful for that, forevermore.

*The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe

#devil may cry #dante x reader #dante imagine #vergil x reader #vergil imagine #dmc #devil may cry imagine #dmc dante #dmc vergil #devil may cry fanfiction #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc fanfiction #dante x you #vergil x you #aaaand we're back with poems with Verge #also some Homer references 'cause I'm a sucker for the Odyssey #and Dante would LOVE brazilian little rain cakes #maybe I'll bring my mom's recipe here someday ^^

[queenmuzz]

A post DMC5 one-shot

Inspired by an image I cannot find anymore. I'm not sure if it's concept art, but it's just a stylized illustration of Vergil and Dante slugging each other.

Vergil and Dante are trudging through hell, and Dante is constantly pestering Vergil between fights. Asking him what he was up to after the fire, asking if he has any idea where he's going (Dante’s pretty sure they passed that rock two times in the past hour), how the hell Yamato ended up in Fortuna, and most irritatingly of all...who Nero's mom is. Vergil's irritation is beginning to boil over.

"I'm just saying," Dante continues blissfully unaware how much of a hornet's nest he's kicking, "If there's something I know about you, it's that you don't settle for mediocrity, so she must have been special, eh? Was she THAT good in be-"

"ENOUGH!!"

Vergil launches a punch straight in Dante’s gut, trying not to enjoy the slight grunt of pain his brother makes.

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you! Always pestering me, always sticking your nose in thin-”

He doesn’t finish, because Dante rapidly recovers and launches a savage uppercut that causes Vergil to briefly see stars.

“OH YOU’RE ONE TO TALK ABOUT NOT CHANGING! YOU’RE THE ONE THAT DESTROYED TWO DAMN CIT-”

Dante gets cut off by left hook, “YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF WHAT I HAD TO DEAL WITH,” and now the veneer of emotional control has been stripped away, “THE THINGS I WENT THROUGH, THE THI-”

He takes a jab straight on the nose, and he instantly feels the blood streaming down his face.

“WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH!? WHAT ABOUT ME!? WHAT ABOUT WHAT I WENT THROUGH WHEN YOU FELL INTO HELL!? WHAT ABOUT WHEN I FOUND OUT WHO I KILLED ON MALLET ISLAND!? YOU EVER THINK ABOU-”

Another punch, temporarily silences him.

“IDIOT!”

A gut shot.

“JACKASS!”

A cross punch.

“ARROGANT LITTLE BROTHER!”

Another uppercut.

“DICKWAD!”

Yet another punch, although it doesn’t have the force he intends… he’s already getting exhausted.

“PIECE OF SHIT!” His throat is raw, and he’s certain blood is now staining his coat.

Dante seems to be just as tired as he swings, but misses, and stumbles. As if on instinct, Vergil goes to catch him, only to collapse under his weight.

And so they land in a jumbled, exhausted heap, their heaving breaths the only things louder than their heartbeats. Just two middle aged old men, both drained after taking a few punches. What would their father think… he chuckles at the thought.

Dante’s labored breathing transforms into a shuddering, before blooming into a hearty laugh. It’s contagious, it seems, because even without lifting his head, his chuckles turn into laughs, punctuated by coughs as he tries to not inhale his own blood. There’s something so…cathartic about it all.

“I can’t remember,” he hears his brother’s muffled voice on his shoulder (no doubt staining his coat even more, but strangely, he doesn’t mind), “the last time I heard you swear…or even if you EVER swore… It sounds… weird.” He laughs again.

Vergil can’t help but smile. “Well, you do have the habit of accomplishing the impossible, including trying my patience…” “And you…” Dante says, “you have the habit of turning up like a bad penny.”

And even though his brother goes back to laughing, Vergil hears the unspoken words.

‘And I’m glad you’re back…’

He can’t help it, he holds his brother tighter, and Dante groans a bit.

“God, you either did a number on me, or I’m getting old. It’s probably the former, I see where Nero gets it from…”

The thought of his newfound son causes a new pain to twinge in his chest. Strange, Dante never punched him there…

“I think…” he looks up at the rock they’ve collapsed by. It DOES look like the one they’ve passed by before. “It’s time we get out of here, and get cleaned up.” He wrinkles his nose, ignoring the pain, “Your stink is probably the reason that all the demons have been scared off.” “Look who's talking, or rather, SMELL who's talking! But yeah… I’m starvin’. Say, I know a pizza place who’s owner owes me big. How about you…” they both wince as they help each other up. “Make us a portal and get the Hell..heh… out of here?”

Vergil unsheathes Yamato, not even the slightest tempted to stab Dante with it. All his rage, his resentment, its all been spent on his bruised fists. Cutting into the air, he opens a portal back into the Human World.

Back to his home.

“Age before Beauty!” Dante makes a chivarious bow, his blood smeared sardonic grin attempting to rile Vergil up. Vergil doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he suddenly throws his arm around his brother’s shoulder.

“We’ll go through together.” Dante hears the unspoken words loud and clear.

‘I’m not leaving you ever again.’

His little brother laughs again and returns the gesture, swinging his arm behind Vergil's neck, and side by side they enter that gaping void, leaving Hell for hopefully the last time, their laughs echoing long after the portal slams shut.

#devil may cry #Vergil #Dante #The poor person at the pizza place #two middle aged men walk in #they're covered in blood and each have welts on their faces #and worst of all #they're laughing

[castledvania]

im so tired of vergil x morrigan im about to start saying demitri is nero’s mom or something

#babbles

[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.

#dmcsecretsanta #dmc #devil may cry #dante #vergil #nero #kyrie #nico #nero x kyrie #night writes #nibbbs

[oddlyhale]

With how Nero was able to push aside his anger and save both Dante and Vergil, then tell them both to end the sibling rivalry and saying he wouldn't let either of them die, and then has to prove to Vergil that he is strong enough to fight him with his Devil Trigger and powers, it makes me wonder how this will play out with Yang and Raven.

For Nero to save somebody like Vergil speaks volumes on himself as a person. He regrets losing Krados and had become tired of letting others die, so he went out of his way to save a man that tried opening the world of Hell on earth. And to see him knock some sense into Dante and talk to Vergil was really uplifting for his character. Nero is a good person.

I haven't been able to let go of how incredibly similar Yang, Raven and Qrow are to the devil family, because it's glaringly obvious that Raven is Vergil, Qrow is a lite Dante, and Yang is following Nero's story footsteps.

Why I think it won't work out is because all three characters are so weak in their stories. Over time, Yang and Qrow had become unlikable and too shallow. Raven was already a shallow trope, only to just become nonexistent throughout the show.

Yang is too self-important and lacks in depth. She has moments where she can empathize with someone, only for it to suddenly stop and Yang forgets what she even said. Yang becomes too focused on her cat girlfriend and nobody stops to be honest with how stupid she's acting. God, Nero got roasted so many times because a majority of the characters didn't believe he was capable of who he was. He proved himself in the end. Yang never proved anything about herself, other than she is a liar and shallow.

I've already ranted so much about why Qrow's character has become trash over time. He's not the Dante we wanted or needed. Instead he's almost become an anti-Dante, where he would rather wither in his misery than to do something about it. Dante is the type to do something about anything, or puts others before himself. Qrow has slowly become a shell of who he was, only relying on others to pull him along the story.

I don't have much to say about Raven, since she just existed for a moment and then vanished. But obviously she's a ripoff of Vergil: the apathetic, portal-making deadbeat parent that still villanizes their own child. Unlike Raven, we understand why Vergil is unreasonable, and we get why Nero had to fight him. Raven is just a talking head that dumps exposition after exposition. She has nothing of depth that makes people interested, or we don't have a concrete reason to even bring her back. Meanwhile, Vergil is the backbone of the entire DMC storyline, he is the reason why this tale exists. He wants to be more powerful, he wants to defeat his brother after suffer his own defeat after defeat, he's burdened with the heritage that must be upheld.

I supposed the difference between Vergil and Raven is that - Vergil had no idea Nero was his son. Years ago, he slept with a woman and disappeared into the night - giving the impression that he just had a one-night stand with some random person. He didn't think he'd impregnated someone. Now, that doesn't make it any better that Vergil took no precaution with what he did, but we got Nero. We are blessed, we are here for him. Even Nero had no idea Vergil was his father, only Dante knew.

Raven has nothing going for her, other than she is Yang's mom. Nero and Vergil can be described in a variety of ways than just "he's Nero's dad" or "he's Vergil s son." Why? Because their individuality is more important than knitting them altogether like a quilt. Nero's growth is incredibly important, and it showed at the end of DMC5.

The whole point of this post is - I have no idea how the show will redeem any of the three. Qrow is washed up and frustrating, Yang is just frustrating, and there's not enough in-show reason for Raven to return. If she does, they'll probably just work off of some shitty excuse and extend that so much that it's become unbearably obvious how much of a dead weight she is like her brother.

And those are my thoughts.

#rwde

[devilmaycry-headcanons]

Headcanons for how Vergil, Dante, Nero, and V (all separate) would take care of their s/o when they're really sick? Like Flu level sick.

VERGIL:

He didn’t pay much attention to the “cold” situation.

She was sick. Which didn’t have anything to do with him.

She should have taken better care of herself.

Dante asked him about her (since he didn’t have seen her around for a couple of days).

“I think she is sick”.

“What did she catch?”

“No idea.”

“Of course you don’t…”, Dante was quite for a moment lost in his own head.

“What was that song mom sang to us when we got sick?”

“We never got sick.”

“Yes, we did, that time we both got measles.”

“We were like four. I don’t really remember”, his voice trails off with a sudden image of his mother giving him water with a straw, humming a song.

“It's nice to have someone taking care of you.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Two days later Vergil got back to the house singing in a very low voice the song their mother used to sing to them.

You came into my life without a warning. And you turned my cloudy skies from gray to blue. Your my sunshine that comes up every morning

DANTE

She really didn’t remember the last time she felt this bad. Every single fiber of her body hurt like a bitch. And of course the classic cold and hot at the same time.

She called off work and slept all day just waking up between coughs and her own moanings of pain.

Dante was let's say offended, it was date night and he had the decency to wash his sheets and where was she? Not with him.

A couple of calls later, Dante was at her door. His gust all over the place between there was nothing evil in the air and not only demons were agents of chaos.

She didn’t answer her door. She didn’t answer her door. It was a violation of private property if you think someone is in danger?

“WHAT!?”

“S/O, hey are you ok?”, she opened the door and poor thing.

“Dante, what time is?”

“9 p.m.”, he saw that she was kinda lost. “Friday.”

He barely in a good day takes care of himself but seeing her all sick and weak really brought his inner mom.

After cooking the worst soup known by humankind, buying headache medicine, lots of sports drinks for her dehydration, and a little cleaning they both were in her bed, Dante stroking softly her head.

The morning after was Dante's time to complain. He had slept in a sitting position and his neck was killing him. But she looked with a little more color in her cheeks and was making fewer noises than when she went to sleep.

Dante woke her up so she could eat something. A soft kiss in her eyelids, and then a little kiss in her lips.

“hAHAHAHAHA you eat my snort.”

Yeah, definitely she was feeling better.

V

He really, really didn’t know what to do. Until that moment he hadn’t been sick, sick. But he remembers the feeling of weakness and a very human necessity of wanting to be cared for.

She had just sent a message to him saying that she feels awful and there she had V on her doorstep.

V’ S/O kinda had everything in order, she had already taken some old antibiotic she had left from previous flu, had a big bottle of water and her fluffy dubbed of misery, she was ready to die.

What V did was refill her bottle of water, heating can soup and watching TV while she sleeps.

It was more a matter of not letting her alone.

She was so tired, tired to her bones, tired to sleep and tired to get up so she asked him to read her something, his voice was so soothing.

He was petting her hair, so soft, god, she wanted to cry.

V was relieved that he could at least make something for his strong girl.

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