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rodeoxqueen · 3 years

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Stuck Thinking About You-Dante/Reader

TheLastCrusader Requested: Dante or Vergil gets immobilized in some embarrassing or inconvenient way during a job and then (Y/N) pays them company until they can be freed. How about they have a crush on (Y/N) and they don't know it is returned until the end?

Vergil’s Part: Coming Soon.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28187496

Warnings: Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Taking Care of The Twins, Vulnerability, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Characters Call Out The Writer for Her Lazy Writing

Dante was the Legendary Devil Hunter, a tried and true hunter with the might of hundreds of men. And here he was, paralyzed by a venomous demon. During a hunt, it had a lucky shot and hit him with a dart. It would have killed a normal man three times over, causing the victim to lose muscle function and die. Since Dante was not a normal man, his body would metabolize the poison in due time. It’s just too bad he was stuck in his current form, arms to his side and stiff. He was lucky to be able to talk anyway.

Nero had laughed at his predicament and dragged him back to the van by the boots, throwing him onto the spare seat like a sack of potatoes. His brother had smugly walked alongside his son, entertained by how Dante complained about his now immobilized situation.

“Laugh it up. When I can move again, I’ll be kicking your asses.” Dante threatened, face down on the cushion with his sword strapped to his back. He sounded muffled and Nero laughed at him again.

“Wait until (Y/N) found out you got shot in the butt by a demon.” Nero jeered. Dante groaned.

Oh God forbid you found out, his crush. The gorgeous and funny (Y/N). He’d be a laughingstock.

You had been working on the Devil May Cry paperwork when the red devil was carried in looking like a cardboard cut out of himself. The red devil was incredibly displeased and had a sour look on his face.

Nero and Vergil dropped him onto a couch, dusting themselves off and high-fiving.

“What happened to Dante?” You ask, seeing how Dante was unnaturally still.

“My brother was unluckily poisoned. The toxins shall wear off soon, although he will be stuck like this for the meanwhile.”

You see Dante attempt to move with his grunts and groans, yet to no avail.

“Yeah, he’s gonna have to wait for it to wear off. You should’ve seen him, he gets jabbed and he just drops like a dead body!” Nero wiped a tear of laughter off his face.

“Anyways, I gotta go back to Fortuna. Call me when he’s back to normal.” Vergil nodded as his son left the door.

He turned his gaze to you.

“I am going to retire to my room. Please let me know when he can move again.” He said as he exited the first floor.

You put your hands on your hips seeing the devil still face down on the couch.

“Um..Dante?”

“Yeah?” He said, slightly muted by the cushion.

“Are you alright?”

“Can’t move. Stuck.”

“..Do you want some help?”

“Nah, I’m alright.”

“Well, are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

There was a pause. You could hear Dante trying to breathe with the leather of the couch right up on his nose.

“Would you like to be face up?”

Dante stopped for a moment.

“Yes.” You grinned, getting up from your seat to help out the red devil. Rolling up the sleeves of your sweater, you began by pulling on his side at the innermost of the sofa. You grunted as you put all your might on him.

He was literally built like a brick house, and he sure as hell weighed like one. You broke a sweat getting him to be perpendicular to the couch before gravity helped out and you tipped him over. He fell back on the couch with a resounding thump.

“Thanks (Y/N).” He flashed his charming grin, a bit of a struggle as his face muscles were slightly numb.

You smiled at him. You saw how his veins were slightly darker, and he was quite pale. His body must be working overtime to detox itself.

“Do you want anything while you’re trapped like this?” He made an effort to try to shrug.

“I’m good.” Dante was not good. He was freaking out. You were used to touching him, punching him when he said a joke too cheesy, and those grazing touches he’d freak out internally over. You had such nice hands. His side where you pulled him up had tingled.

You made your way back to the desk, Dante’s eyes on your rear.

You went back to work, typing up reports, and examining payments from clients. Music played from your headphones, leaving Dante in silence.

The sounds of you typing, scratching down notes on a notebook, and humming lull him to sleep. Maybe when he wakes up, he’ll be up and running again.

You were half an hour into your work when you heard snores. Looking up, you see that the younger Sparda twin was fast asleep, probably sleeping off the toxins. An endeared smile crept up your face, seeing how at peace he was.

Dante was an attractive guy, he was nice and funny. He seemed to always want to hang out with you and make you laugh. What a nice half-demon who was your boss.

The veins around his neck seemed to pulse, forcing the blood to withdraw the demonic toxins within it.

You admired the white-haired male, before going back to the papers.

Dante woke up a few hours later.

He tried to stretch, only to find his limbs were still stuck to his sides.

“Ah shit.” He mumbled, yawning. His jaw popped in several places and he tried turning his head to see you.

You answered the phone tucked by your ear as you rapidly typed out more reports.

Once you had hung up the phone, you saw that the sleeping man had awakened.

“Hey, Dante. You’re up. How are you feeling?” Dante sighed.

“Still can’t move.” You frowned. Even with his metabolism?

“Aw, that sucks.”

“Is that all my paperwork?” Dante asked, seeing the mountain of papers on the table. You slapped the yellowed papers.

“This bad boy can fit so many missing payments.” You joked, quoting a car commercial you saw. Dante rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s all make fun of Dante.” He said.

You went back to check a few things. Dante peered at the clock. Crap, he always forgets to fix that clock. It’s been 4 o’clock for three months now.

Dante coughed. He hadn’t had a sip of anything for hours now and napping always made him wake up with a desert-dry throat. He also wanted to rub his eyes but once again, can’t move.

There was a knock on the door. You grabbed your wallet and got to the door. An amazing smell hit Dante’s nose.

You came back into his line of sight when you came back with a plastic bag

“You hungry?” You asked, opening the box of pizza you had ordered. You hummed with approval when you saw no olives.

“Meh, not really.”

Just when Dante wanted to be low-key, his stomach made the loudest noise. It was like a damn whale call. Mind you, he was starving after his nap. He flushed with embarrassment but tried to play it off.

You laughed. You made your way over to Dante.

“It’s fine, I got enough for the two of us.” Setting the pizza box on the ground, you sat next to his still paralyzed form.

“Oh man, you totally didn’t have to-” His stomach made a louder noise at the amplified smell of baked goods.

You laughed at his expression.

“It’s not like I can just move and take a slice right now.” He groaned. His eyes widened when you held up a fork of sliced pizza. You absolute angel.

“I know.” You winked.

“Now say ah..” You teased. He smirked, opening his mouth to be fed.

Dante felt the warm cheesy culinary creation hit his tastebuds. He reveled in the lack of olives, something he always got on his slices whenever he ordered.

You helped yourself to your own slices between feeding Dante.

He swallowed wrong, and coughed. He had already hid his dry throat from you, not wanting to be needy. He continued coughing like a madman. A straw hit his lip and he simply sipped it, doing whatever he could to counter his fit.

The familiar sweetness of cola soothed him and he let out a small burp.

“My bad.” He smiled as you laughed. His eyes darted to the can of soda you put back on the floor. Holy shit. You were drinking out of that. You gave him your straw. You were cool sharing drinks with him. That was an indirect kiss. Dante was ready to implode. Before you could notice his shock, he quickly made a diversion.

“Where did you order this? It’s a lot better than the place I order at.” He asked after another forkful. You shrugged.

“It was this new place that recently opened up. It’s close where I live. Thought I’d spice things up a bit and pick a new joint.”

“Have you been there before?”

You shook your head no.

“Yeah, I haven’t. This was my first time ordering there.” Maybe next time Dante could take you there.

“Feeling bold aren’t we?” You asked smugly at his mumbled sentence. Shit. He did not mean to say that out loud.

“Uh. Yeah. I am.” He sputtered. You chuckled at the devil’s sudden bashfulnes.

Dante wished he knew when to shut up. This was one of the times he wished he could.

“Yeah. I like you a lot. You’re really nice to me, you’re real good looking too. This is totally not how I wanted to ask you out but here I am. This is really awkward for me. You can totally say no. I’m not going to be mad. I’m also your boss so that might be weird-”

“Tell you what-” You quickly gave him another piece of pizza.

“Once you can move again, I’ll take you on that offer.” You winked. Dante almost choked again.

“I like you too, if you haven’t noticed.” You added, looking away for a moment.

He laughed. You angel.

Once the slices were cleared and the drink finished, you cleaned up. Dante saw through the window a completely dark night.

“Whoa. It’s super late. Are you sure you want to go out that late?” Dante asked, genuinely worried.

You shrugged.

“I mean, it’s not too bad. I don’t live that far-”

“I can teleport you home.” Vergil called from the stairs. The older twin came down with his book in hand.

“Oh Vergil. Nice to see you again. I saved you a couple slices of pizza.” You pointed to the box that lied on Dante’s desk.

“No need. Although the gesture was very kind of you.” Vergil quickly took out the Yamato, slashing through dimensions.

“Well this is oddly convenient plot-wise. Totally lazy writing. The writer definitely gave up with the conclusion. This is outrageously well-timed.” You said, hands on your hips. Vergil gave you a look.

“What?”

“What.”

“Anyways. I’ll see you soon. Call me when you’re back to normal.” You say to Dante. He winks at you and makes a click noise with his mouth. He’d do the finger guns too but again, he can’t freaking move.

You left promptly, waving at Dante and thanking Vergil.

The older twin turns around to see his shameless brother.

“So, how long were you upstairs waiting for her to leave?”

“Too long. I’m surprised she took overtime just to take care of your sorry self.”

“I’m the one with a hot date, Mr. I Got Laid Once.”

His brother scowled.

“If it were not for the fact that you are not a fair match in your current condition, I would have slaughtered you by now.” The Yamato was pointed in his direction and Dante blew a raspberry at him.

“Whatever.”

“I’m going to bed. You can stay on the couch, you dolt.” Vergil snipped, going back up the stairs. The lights were shut off, leaving Dante in darkness.

Dante smirked, closing his eyes. He can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and plan out a date with you.

#dante x reader #dante imagine #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry imagine #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #nero is here i guess #vergil shows up last minute for plot relevance #so many meme references

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shianhygge-imagines · 4 years

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{R} [DMC Reactions] S/O Sacrifice Scramble

AN: No, thank you! For supporting my angsty ass during my days of procrastination and getting my life together, lmao! That is an interesting idea! So... let’s take the same scenarios from the original reaction post... and just replace the s/o with another character’s s/o! :3

Let’s be honest... it’s not gonna be a happy affair! And given how the DMC universe is... it’s highly likely something like this would happen.

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Dante

Gets saved by Vergil’s S/O

He’d needed an expert with him on a job when it happened. His usual carelessness had gotten a loved one killed.

Dante cried in agony as your head rolled away, remembering how he’d promised his older brother that he’d bring you back safe and sound.

How Vergil had promised Dante a slow painful death if anything happened to you. How Dante had agreed that if anything happened, he would let Vergil kill him.

He didn’t know what to do, going into a full blown demonic rage and butchering the demon that killed you.

All he could think to do after was to bring your body back to Vergil.

The moment Dante returned, the roar of his motorcycle the telltale sign of his return, Vergil had practically flown through the shop front doors. His face didn’t show it, but his heart leapt in joy at your return, longing to hold you in his arms after a time apart.

Upon seeing only Dante standing in the dark, tears in his eyes and a white bundle in his arms, Vergil paused, his mind quickly connecting two and two together. “Y/N?” Vergil asked for you, his lips twitching to fight a frown. When Dante only met his twin’s eyes and tearfully looked away, Vergil took a step back. “No.” He denied, eyes shifting to stare at the human sized bundle in Dante’s arms, “She can’t have…”

“I’m sorry, Vergil.” Dante tried to apologize, but his brother practically snarled in denial.

But little by little, Vergil’s mask crumbled when a hand fell out of the bundle. Your hand. Your wedding ring. You. Unmoving.

A sob escaped Vergil’s lips before he could stop it, and his legs suddenly gave way as he could only stare in despair. You’d loved him during his darkest time, and gotten him through it. And you were dead.

Was this karma for all the harm that he’d done in the past? Was this the world taking its revenge against him for nearly bringing the end of humanity two times?You were supposed to be his redemption. His salvation. That you were gone… did that mean he was damned for all eternity? That he was destined to stand alone forever.

He’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but now that was a distant dream.

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Vergil

Get’s saved by Dante’s S/O

“Gah! Fecking hell, Vergil!” You screamed, practically diving into the swarm that your brother-in-law had sprinted into. From behind, you could hear Dante calling for you to let Vergil do his thing. But from his position on the cliff below, he couldn’t see the number of demons that awaited his twin.

They’d finally started to have some semblance of a non-toxic relationship again, and you were damned if you would just let Vergil get himself killed.

Dante had only just gotten his brother back, and it made you happy that the brothers had started to mend their relationship. If anything were to happen to either brother, you were sure that their relationship would have been set back by a great deal. And with how much you loved Dante, you couldn’t allow anything to happen to the only surviving member of his family.

That was why you threw yourself in front of a fireball, suffering through burns in order to protect a man that was usually frigid in demeanor despite his turning over a new leaf. And the pain was unbearable, your skin melting and clothes burning. You were only able to verify that Vergil was unharmed before you collapsed into his arms unconscious.

Vergil knew that he was a class A jerk to you, so he was surprised that you, someone who only held a small fraction of demonic blood, would throw yourself in the way of an attack that might have left him incapacitated, but not too severely injured.

He caught your falling body as it fell in front of him, surprise flickering on his face for a brief moment before he schooled his expression.

The demon that had burned you so badly shook in fear at the icy malice on Vergil’s face after he’d laid you on the ground and covered your damaged body with his coat.

“Y/N is precious to someone important to me. I hope you’re ready to suffer through a slow and painful death.” Vergil hissed, unsheathing the Yamato with a deadly ring of metal.

After the demon had been dealt with, Vergil calmly picked your body up from the ground, noting that you were still alive. With the still unsheathed Yamato, Vergil quickly opened a portal back to Devil May Cry, where he gave Dante the scare of his life by immediately barking out instructions on how to treat your wounds.

After you had been treated and left to rest, Vergil would break the news to Dante like ripping off a band aid. “She saved me from an attack.” Vergil saw the punch coming at him, but didn’t move, letting his younger twin land a strike to his face.

“Next time, you better be the one looking after her.” Dante growled, clenching and unclenching his fist, beyond furious that Vergil had been so negligent as to let you get hurt.

Knowing that there would be a next time because of your stubbornness, Vergil nodded. “Next time, I’ll look after her.”

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Nero

Get’s saved by V’s S/O

As loathe as Nero was to have to take you along on a hunt, he didn’t quite have the balls to defy you when it was your fiance’s life on the line

A few days prior, several demons had appeared to attack V, vowing revenge on the Sons of Sparda, blah blah blah, like you hadn’t heard that reason half a million times.

Due to having been a part of Vergil, V’s continued existence was sustained through absorbing demonic energy, much to your surprise and confusion on how that would work in the first place.

During the attack, V had been alone except for his demon contracts, Shadow, Griffon, and Nightmare. Normally, this wouldn’t have been much of a challenge for the four of them, but V had been severely weakened after Vergil ‘resurrected.’

Not only did the attacking demons manage to severely wound V, they had also taken it upon themselves to steal V’s demonic power. The only thing sustaining V was his contracts with Shadow and Nightmare. Griffon had decided to forge a contract with you in order to help. Now, you and Nero were racing against the clock to kill the demon that housed V’s power.

Despite not having an upraising involving combat, you held your own whenever demons appeared, brandishing V’s cane and a rifle borrowed from Lady.

“A Bride on a Mission” Griffon had called you after you struck down a demon with no mercy.

Despite being able to hold your own, you were under no illusion that you could kill the demon that had assaulted your fiance and left him for dead. So, when you saw Nero getting backed into a corner, still reluctant to use his Devil Trigger, you commanded Griffon to give you a boost, sending you soaring towards Nero.

Though you stuck the landing wrong, earning you a twisted ankle, you’d managed to blast through part of the horde. You didn’t get to celebrate your victory much, when you felt the painful end of a horn dig into your stomach and send you tumbling backwards.

“Y/N!” Nero cried out in alarm.

Now, normally, you tried not to curse... but laying on your back with a hole in your abdomen, you couldn’t help but let out a swear, “Fuck!”

The demon that had stolen your fiance’s power had come out to play, and you were pretty much down for the count. Nevertheless, you propped yourself up on an elbow and aimed with your rifle. “Heh, I’m not dead yet, you fucker.”

Nero, meanwhile, had finally started to take the fight seriously, blasting through the rest of the demon horde before advancing on the bastardization of a bull demon that had attacked you when he wasn’t looking. “Hey! Do you know how much trouble I’m in now that you’ve poked a hole into my friend’s fiance?!”

The banter was a front. Nero was scared shitless that he’d have to bury another friend and break the news to V... who might just find a way to kill him for not looking after you.

Activating his Devil Trigger for the sake of killing the beast, Nero followed the battle up with picking up the crystallized demonic energy embedded in the bull demon’s horn before using his Devil Trigger to get you to a hospital.

Somehow, between getting checked into the hospital, and waking up from surgery, Griffon had left you to return to V, who found out about what had happened and immediately brought himself to the hospital to yell at Nero and look after you.

When you woke up, V sat in a chair beside your bed, one hand holding yours and another holding a book. Seeing you awake, V set the book down and gently chided you after making sure you were okay. “Please, Y/N... Don’t do that again. I couldn’t bear it if I lost you.”

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Get’s saved by Nero’s S/O

For the sake of this request, we’ll say that Nero’s S/O is different from Kyrie (even if it’s the canon pairing >.>, The reason why I have to clarify... well, that’s a story for another time)

V had long since retired from hunting demons, instead, investing his newly mortal life in learning about the world with the help of you, Nero, and Kyrie.

He was only a month old when he’d assisted in defeating Urizen, and had barely grasps the basic human mannerisms and fundamentals. Like the use of money, or the fact that a bullet to the head would kill him, or your personal favorite, that he had to consume food for survival. Truly, when Nero first introduced you to V, you thought him to be a child.

Though, the first thing you did after meeting him had been to take him clothes shopping. Sure, it was summer, but once the colder seasons rolled in, you were sure that V would need proper shirts instead of... the trench coat corset thing? You’re amazed the thing didn’t come apart during his battles.

There were a few times that V was forced to fight demons, either to absorb their demonic energy in order to extend his life, or to beat off random assaults from demons that swear revenge upon the Sons of Sparda. These times were increasingly annoying for the young man, as he’d long since separated himself from Vergil.

Most of the times that he’d get attacked were during his walks in the streets of Fortuna. It was a beautiful town with old architecture, so V often found himself observing the towering structures.

One day, you decided to accompany V on one of his strolls, taking a sketchbook along just in case you found another spot to stop and sketch while V took his time looking at the building designs.

It is unfortunate, then, that while the two of you were doing just that, Shadow popped out of the ground beneath you, growling in warning as several demons decided to claw out of the ground around you.

Despite having V, Griffon, Shadow, and Nightmare with you, your group was quickly overwhelmed by attacks from all sides. You’d never had to fight in your life, and by not having a weapon on you, you were just a burdening presence. That didn’t stop you from calling out enemy presence in the street and slapping bitches with your sketchbook, mind you. You were unprepared and untrained, but damn it you weren’t going to be a useless damsel.

This was foolhardy of you, taking on demons despite the fact that V probably had it all handled... especially the fact that V had asked you to stay back from the demons. You didn’t listen to your fiance’s friend, and so when you’d taken a shot at one of the downed demons, raising an arm up to slap the mofo, you suddenly felt pain, and heard a thump to the floor. The blood that trickled down your arm brought your attention to the fact that you were now missing your non dominant hand.

“Fucking hell!” you screamed, wanting to panic and flail around as V quickly took care of the remaining demons before hobbling on unsteady feat towards you, unbuckling his belt to tie it around your bleeding arm.

“Y/N...” V called your name as he applied the make shift tourniquet, “Y/N, which way is the hospital? We need to get you to the hospital soon, or you really will lose your arm.”

The two of you sprinted with as much haste as possible to the hospital, you trying not to scream in panic, and V, trying not to imagine your fiance’s ire as he held your severed arm.

The minute you entered the surgery room, Nero arrived on scene at the hospital, and practically accosted V, “What the hell, V! Y/N’s not a demon hunter! You’re supposed to protect them!”

V, already feeling guilty for being unable to protect you, winced and responded with a calm voice, “I should have had Shadow escort them away, that was my mistake. But your fiance is as stubborn as you, Nero. They wanted to help... and now they may lose their arm... or not. You did regrow your arm after all.”

Brain running a mile a minute and having already decided that he should now at the very least teach you some basic defense, Nero growled, “That’s not a normal thing humans can do, V. I know you’re still getting used to being a real boy and all, but...” Nero simply sighed tiredly. “Just... make sure you watch their back when you’re with them, okay? We were lucky that they’re not half dead.”

Hours later, your arm was reattached, but you made stump jokes that made Nero simultaneously want to kiss you and slam his face in the wall.

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violentmouths · 5 years

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We Can Do Bad All By Ourselves, Thank you!

So both @clevermentalitybeliever and I love each other's OC's so I thought 'Why not make them a little duo?' So I did! After a few questions I've decided that this is going to be an interesting polyamorous relationship between my oc (Grima Li), her oc (Lanea), and V.

I'm gonna take a little break from my other works to get this one going as I kind of like where this is going.

Idky but I'm gonna tag some people who might like this (idk)

Um, @birdgirl69 @skvaderarts @dhalia111 @krazy06 @lessy86 (I really love your black Harley, girl and hope to get to know you soon) @thedyingmoon

And let the show begin:

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Chapter 1: The Spider Plant and The Witch

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Went the grandfather clock, it was the only audible thing in the apartment unless you wanted to count the sounds of pages flipping and the gentle breathing.

Lanea looked up from her book to see her friend sitting on the floor infront of the large clock, unsure if she was meditating or watching the hours tick before her eyes.

Lanea rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she went back to reading. Her spider eyed friend gave her the book 'Lord of the Flies' to help past the time, and although Lanea was only a few pages in, she could see why Grima liked the book. Sure it wasn't Watership Down, but held similarities to it, such as the boys having to work together to survive on the island until help came; but most of all, it was dark.

"When do we meet Dante, again?" Lanea asked, flipping a page from the book "At Fu Inlé..." Grima whispered still looking at the clock, the sounds of the cogs inside of the clock ticking somehow calmed the little spider plant. "Rephrase that Ms. Li, I don't understand your language." Lanea grumbled, she couldn't stand when Grima spoke in Lapine. Not because it irritated her, but because she didn't know what any of it meant; it was like going to a foreign country and not knowing how to read, write, or speak the language.

You were in the dark, whether you liked it or not.

"Fu Inlé means after moonrise, Lanea... I don't feel so comfy going out during ni frith... "

"Can't you close your three eyes?"

"I like my five eyes showing..."

"But you close them everytime you're around him."

"I don't like they way he looks at them..."

"But when all are open, it's kind of hard to choose which pair of eyes to look at." Lanea laughed, placing the book mark into the book to stop her from losing the page she was on, she placed a hand on her mouth to cover up her laughter.

"Not really, no..." Grima trailed off, leaning forward and pressing her hands against the carpeted floor, she gently pushed against the ground, letting her legs slowly rise to the ceiling. "Just look at the bottom ones, like Nero does..." she added, Grima has now placed herself in a handstand. But instead of putting her feet on the ground again, she just let her feet touch her head. Lanea shook her head as she closed her book, placing it on the coffee table in front of her.

"You sure like Nero..." Lanea stated, slowly closing her eyes "I'm surprised you haven't stole him from Kyrie yet." She added, slowly opening her eyes and looking at her friend who was placing her feet back on the ground before standing up straight.

"...I see Nero like a brother, we have fun together... Although I must say he does remind me of my brother except more outgoing. I can't steal him away from Kyrie, I like their relationship. It's a sweet bond they have going on there and for me to just take him away from something that makes him truly happy, I. Think. Not..." Grima explained, Lanea couldn't help but put her hand on her mouth from that response, she didn't expect Grima to say such things. The monstress had the boys eating out of the palm of her hand, yet made no moves. "Soooo," Grima trailed off as she put her hands on her large hips, twisting her upperbody to look at Lanea. "You and Dante... He found you, and yet, no moves made there..." She said through certain clicks and croaks, Lanea scrunched her face at what she just heard.

"I could never be with such a man! He's terrible with money, he refuses to use it responsibly; his debts could be paid if he just wasted it on the bills! I could do soooo much better than that! Also- he found me after my village kicked me out... I, owe him that... He put a roof over my head. I- admire his caring attitude, as-is well as his hospitality. Like you see Nero as a brother, I see Dante as a good friend. Nothing more, nothing less." Lanea answered truthfully, looking down at her hands that she now placed on her lap. Grima nodded her head before turning around and looking back at the grandfather clock.

"I... Well, monsters stick together, we have a bond that not alot of humans can put a finger on. I got your back if you got mine, ya feel?" Grima started off, looking at the top of the clock before dusting it off, "I find it awfully amusing how you think I should get with Nero and I think you should get with Dante..." Grima trembled, Lanea's eyes widened as she slowly got up, reaching for Grima "And were both like 'NOPE' to them!" Grima laughed, Lanea sat down and grumbled at how Grima was only trembling because she trying to hold in her laughter.

Grima stopped laughing, gently rubbing at her chest "... But I gotta pay Dante back, I promised him that after the mission with Urizen..." She whispered, Lanea cocked an eyebrow at what she just heard; why does Grima need to pay back Dante?

And for what?!

"How much do you owe him? I can help you if you want, Ms. Li?" Lanea cooed, reaching into her back pocket, Grima turned her upperbody around again "I-it's not with money, Lanea..." Grima trailed off, making Lanea blush really red. It didn't take her very long to figure out what Grima meant by that. "Y-you can't be serious, M-Ms. Li! H-how did you get yourself in such a predicament?!" "I told him 'perhaps when this... Mission is done, I could pay my debt to you on a Thursday at four...? Perhaps?' And he agreed to my payment... But I haven't been able to pay him back..." Grima replied, walking into the kitchen with Lanea following behind her "Ms. Li... So many Thursdays have passed-" "I understand you want me to get this over with immediately, but I kind of enjoy a bit of 'element of surprise' I don't know when... And neither will he, let's put this to rest now shall we?" Grima interrupted, turning around to face her and smiling sweetly, causing her petite friend to blush cherry red. Lanea couldn't believe that Grima would mess around with someone like Dante, after everything she just told the monstress, Grima would still have sex with the great demon hunter.

Grima Li and Dante? What a nauseating if not luscious thought?

Lanea could just imagine her friend being ravaged by such a man, her gentle gasps and moans escaping her lips as she claws into the desk. Dante holding onto her love handles as he starts off slow before he begins to pick up speed causing her Ms. Li to moan louder. Yearning for more as he slaps her caramel colored ass again and again, making Grima moan louder.His calloused hands would go straight to her medium sized breasts, squeezing them enough to make marks while Grima's moans get louder and louder as the minutes ticked by as they'd exchange kisses whenever they got a chance. But those kisses would become sloppy, the thrusting will get harder, and Dante's cock would go deeper.

It would probably be a night Grima would never forget, but a thought Lanea wishes she could throw away as it already plastered itself to her brain...

Grima walked to the first cabinet she saw and opened it up to see endless labeled mason jars of tea leaves. "I'm feeling... Earl Grey." She said to herself as she got on her tiptoes to reach for the mason jar above her head.

Lanea stood four feet behind Grima to give her space, she still couldn't shake that image out of her head.

Lanea's eyes traveled all over her friends body, following each dip, and every curve "Then again... I bet she likes those breasts of hers squeezed." She thought "Or spanked until her round ass is black and blue..." such thoughts didn't sit well with Lanea, and she wanted to remove it so badly!

Lanea swallowed as she closed her eyes "W-what about V?!" She blurted out, waiting for Grima's response. It was silent for about two minutes before Grima slammed the cabinet door shut.

"The Black Rabbit of Inlé is not allowed to be talked about in this house!" Grima growled, slamming the mason jar down "S-Surely you'd rather have him in bed than Dante... V is really sweet to you Ms. Li, you should give him a cha-" "No, no, nope. I refuse to be seen with that mole-snouted, muckraking, hutch-hearted sheep tick. Remove this piece of the conversation away from my ears." Grima boomed, Lanea put a hand over her mouth, letting it drop after.

"But he likes you Ms. Li... You can hear it in his voice." She whimpered, Grima put her hands on her hips "A-any man who gets with you would be very lucky..." Lanea's voice started to soften, Grima sighed before looking at Lanea, "I don't just like men, Lanea... I go for women too." She mumbled, catching Lanea off guard "S-she likes women too?" Lanea thought, she could feel the warmth in her cheeks rise again. "Lanea... Do you like El-ahrairah?" Grima asked "I can hear it... In the tone of your voice." She added.

This made Lanea blush harder than she ever could, the idea of being with V never really came to mind as they were always on the battlefield; not a place to be thinking such.

Grima walked up to Lanea, placing a hand on her shoulder "Anyone who ends up with you is gonna be one lucky fella..." she whispered, smiling after. Both women were staring into each others green eyes, causing silence in the kitchen. Lanea's lime colored eyes widened as she kept a pale hand over her mouth, quickly putting the other hand over it.

"Now, tea Lanea? Or no?"

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I'm quite fond of this little series here, more chapters soon, as well as for the V Experiences since Grima's birthday is coming close... See you all soon, and I hope you enjoyed!

Oh! Pay no mind to the darkened words, my girl Raunchy likes doing this... 'Thing' where she writes it all down to receive some type of 'hidden message' when there isn't any (I think)... Anyways by now!

#dmc vitale #dmc v #ms. li #grima li #v x grima #lanea #my oc #my friend's oc #lanea x grima #i like where this is going #dmc nero #dmc dante #spicy #wcdbabo

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Run Away from Your Problems Chapter 3

Nero x reader

Summary: Timeskips are fun

Word Count: 1241

The next five years saw many changes for the little group from Fortuna. Nero and Kyrie raised the orphans of the city together. Fights between them were common, but they stayed together hoping it would work out. After Nero’s arm got ripped off, Kyrie confided in Nico--who then promptly told Y/N--that she’d planned on ending things with him before, but thought he needed her support during such a traumatic time. Apparently, the redhead finally stopped denying that her feelings were more . . . familial than romantic; though, her kind heart kept her from risking hurting Nero for a long time. Little did she know but Nero had expressed a similar sentiment to Dante who in turn encouraged the breakup. Lowkey, he tried to steer the boy towards Y/N.

Dante and Y/N, however, also had a bit of an interesting history during that time. They’d grown close over the years until they were a combo of best friends and drinking buddies. Very rarely were they apart on or off the clock. A few times they’d entered the ‘fuck buddy’ territory when drinking heavily or if they really needed to blow off some steam. No emotions were beyond friendship were ever involved, but neither ever regretted hooking up. They were both adult enough to know nothing would come of it--even if it would be easier--because of the flame Y/N still held for Nero.

Speaking of Nero, that relationship was even more complicated. They were still close; they still talked on the phone every night. But things weren’t near up to where they used to be. He was still hurt by her leaving so abruptly, but he refused to talk about it under the guise of stating that she was her own woman that could make ‘her own fucking decisions.’ Most topics of discussion were easy, but relationship talk was strictly off the table. With the heartbreak she still felt about him and Kyrie and his feelings about how Dante wasn’t worthy of his best friend, the discussion was far too volatile to talk about civilly.

Needless to say, it’d been an Incident when Nero first found out that they were prone to sleeping together. He’d come by the shop unannounced one morning to visit and was greeted by the sight of them naked and cuddling on the couch. Y/N was still asleep for the beginning of the altercation that followed, but she knew that Nero woke Dante up by grabbing a fistful of his hair and hauling him to his feet. The shop had needed some serious repairs after all was said and done.

That being the case, it was easy to predict that Nero and Y/N got into several literal fights before they finally agreed to stop mentioning it at all. More like she had to threaten Nero into finally dropping the subject, but he eventually agreed with one last statement of “He doesn’t deserve you.”

Truth be told, the figurative distance between them was one of the reasons he was on the verge of calling it quits with Kyrie. He wasn’t an idiot, contrary to popular belief; he’d noticed how things had changed once things became official with Kyrie. Granted, it hadn’t been difficult to figure out since Y/N literally moved away right after in favor of working as Dante’s partner. He missed having his best friend by his side, and it was becoming more and more obvious that it wasn’t worth it to be in a strained relationship that also strained that friendship. He wasn’t sure why it bothered Y/N that they were together, but the important part was that it did bother her.

In addition, anytime he saw Y/N with marks on her neck from an obvious night with Dante it threw him into a mood that he really didn’t want to think about too much while he was still involved with another woman.

So to say that everyone saw it coming when the two broke up after the whole Qliphoth thing would be an understatement of Hellish proportions. Which was how Nero and Y/N found themselves alone in Devil May Cry nursing some of the whiskey Y/N bought before the world went to shit. They sat on either side of Dante’s desk as they mused about the whole affair.

“You know,” Nero’s voice held an edge of laughter, “I think the craziest thing to me isn’t that Vergil is my father or that V was really just part of him . . . hell even that Kyrie and I are over. It’s that you’ve been fucking my uncle for the last few years.”

“Yup. Nope. That’s going in the ‘not thinking about it ever again’ drawer to die for all eternity.”

“I thought you didn’t regret it?” he teased, smirk firmly on his face as he leaned his elbows on the desk.

Of course, she had to rise to the challenge. “Oh, I don’t. Man’s a good fuck, after all. Hmm, now that I mention it maybe I’ll keep fucking him whenever he decides to crawl his ass back . . .”

“Y/N,” he groaned, head thunking onto the table.

“No, no, you’ve convinced me. All that running his mouth paid off in other areas; I’d be an idiot to let that go.”

“Y/N,” Nero’s voice was more warning this time. “I really don’t want to hear how good my uncle is at eating you out.” The pink tinge of his ears was impossible for Y/N’s eyes to miss no matter how hard he tried to keep the blush down.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” It was now firmly her turn to tease. “You jealous?”

At that, he could only stare. One thought raced through his head on repeat if he’d never thought it before: AM I jealous? All the times Dante seemed to push him towards Y/N seemed to suddenly make sense. Did he realize before me somehow?

While his world was tossed into a cataclysmic earthquake, Y/N was left staring at him in confusion. A couple seconds passed and she decided that it was probably something to do with Kyrie plaguing his mind; it’d only been a week or so since the breakup, afterall. That decided, his shock gave her the opportunity to really observe him for the first time since she left Fortuna.

The shorter hair looked good on him, and his features had filled out as he finished puberty. His outfit was an upgrade as well. It actually fit the shape of him rather than providing layers that killed the appearance of any natural definition his body had. Granted, that had sort of been the point since he was hiding his Devil Bringer, but it wasn’t good for the whole eye candy aspect. She supposed she had Kyrie to thank for the change.

Be that as it may, she reached for a new topic that would get his mind off of whatever was bothering him. “You know, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you having a normal arm.”

That pulled a surprised chuckle from the man. “No? Why not?”

It seemed to work like a charm. “We spent years hiding your demon arm, then you got it yanked off, and then you had a robot arm! You having a regular arm is just too . . .”

“Normal?”

“Yeah! Ten years of weird arm? Hard to shake.”

“Fair enough. It’s been a weird couple months, that’s for sure.”

#nero x reader #dmc imagine #nero imagine #reader insert

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Of “Love” & Murder - (13/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: To Quote the Six Merry Murdresses of the Cook County Jail, “He Had it Coming.”

RATING: M PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: Morally Grey Patton, Swearing, mentions of Murder/Violence, mentions of Alcohol, Food/Eating, Cyanide Poisoning, Tragic Backstory, sympathetic Virgil(?), Major Character Death, Revenge, Remus Sanders, Corpses, brief mention of Vomit CHAPTER SUMMARY: Patton creates Virgil’s demise...?

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here we are guys! The final chapter of Of “Love” & Murder! I just want to give a quick thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, messaged, and commented me about this fic. It was an absolute joy to write and I’m really glad that everyone enjoyed it. For one last time, please be careful of the content warnings at the top of the fic and take care of yourself should you proceed onwards. Happy Halloween, everyone! Have fun reading! xx Virge

INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides

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Twenty-four hours later, it was Halloween night.

Tonight, was the night Patton was going to seal Virgil's fate.

The drive to 613 Rue Morgue was familiar. Of course it was familiar, and yet...it was so unfamiliar at the same time.

He knows where he's going— he's been going there for months— but his emotions have changed greatly.

At first, he was bubbling in excitement. His infatuation with Virgil had clouded most of his judgement. The chocolates he had with him were hand-crafted and tied with love.

Slowly, those drives grew weary-filled and cautious; curiosity fueling him to keep going back.

Now, he feels somber, guilty that he's chosen to end things like this. But he also feels persevering, moral justice guiding him with a firm hand.

His resolve didn't waver as he drives up the cobblestone path and is greeted with the sight of the beautiful manor. Nor does it when he gets out of his car, tugs his coat and scarf closer to his body, grabs the chocolates, and walks up the stairs and to the door.

Patton knocks on it firmly, repeatedly. Not like soft, rhythmic pattern from before.

He waits. Nothing.

He tries again. Still nothing.

He tries a third time. Again, nothing.

Frowning, Patton attempts to open the door and is surprised to realize that it was opened the entire time.

Walking in, he makes his ways to the tea room, and sees Virgil waiting for him. However, he was shocked to see the change in demeanor coming from the widower.

He was sitting at the table, dressed in something completely different from the signature outfit he always seemed to wear. No longer was it a purple turtleneck, but a black button up; the cuffs were undone and the confectioner could see a sliver of his pale chest as the top buttons were undone. And no longer were there leather pants and boots, but tight, black skinny jeans and dress shoes.

Even his makeup was done too: eyes dusted in black eyeshadow, cheeks sharpened with contour, and lips painted in a purplish-black.

Despite was he was going to do to him, Patton couldn't help but see him as strikingly handsome.

Bracing himself, he makes his way over to the table, sitting opposite of the soon-to-be-dead widower. When he sits, he notices Virgil wasn't facing him, but his body was turned so it was facing the wall. An arm was rested on his lap, while the other was on the table.

His eyes appeared to be darker than normal, almost hollow.

Eerie silence surrounded them, the only sounds heard was the ticking of a clock.

It all made Patton nervous.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Virgil cuts him off.

"How long have you known?" was the question he was asked. Patton was surprised by the tone; it wasn't sharp and accusing. It almost seemed...dull and resigned? What was going on?

"W-What?" he responds softly, reeling back a little.

Virgil doesn't sigh, he doesn't glower, he just repeats the question again. "How long have you known?”

Was...Was Virgil being accepting of his possible fate? Does he know what Patton is going to do? None of this makes any sense.

But right now, he can't think about that. All he can do is answer Virgil's question.

"Since the beginning of the month.”

A hum. He rubs his fist together. "I suppose you wanted ask questions?”

Why?, was what he wanted to ask first, but he knew better than to jump the gun. "Your name...isn't really 'Virgil Nyx,' is it?”

A soft snort. That was the first question he asks? "It is," he tells him honestly. "It's not my birth name though. My birth name is Japanese, but I changed it before I went into high school. Virgil after the poet in Dante's Inferno and Nyx after the Greek Goddess of the Night.”

"And that name because…?"

"Wanted something dark and edgy." he shrugged simply.

"You originally worked at a bookstore?”

Virgil stilled, but he didn't tense up. He relaxed. "Yeah. Worked at Antique's Bookstore in the lower part of town," he snorted louder. "Fucking hated that place.”

Patton disagreed. It sounded like a cute little store, but he digresses. He inhales slowly, "Is that where you got the idea of killing people?”

That, was what made Virgil tense. He clenched and unclenched his fist. "My first kill was some fancy white guy I met on the streets when I was 18," he tells him, not exactly answering his question. A slightly angry look came to his face. “Kinda cute, but holy fuck was he a bastard. Kept going on and on about wanting a submissive partner and someone who he could parade around like a trophy.”

Patton scrunched his nose. “And you married him?”

“Yep.” Virgil nodded. “Even if he was an asshole, I realized that I could be taken care of with the money he left behind for me. So, I did what I had to do: be a submissive, decorative arm piece.”

“How did you kill him?”

"Bludgeoned him." he say. "Crowbar. I got what I wanted out of him— money, proper stability— so I didn't need him anymore. So, I grabbed one from his car and started beating him with it. Honestly? It didn't hit me until after I stopped and I saw all that red on the floor. At first I felt so sick to my stomach I wanted to pass out...but I didn't. Something that I've never felt before sparked inside me: the desire to kill. And thus, Virgil Nyx, wealthy serial killer, was born.”

"Is he where you got this manor from?”

"No. This manor came from another husband. One that I killed by pushing him down the stairs while he was having a mopey, drunken fit.”

Patton willed himself to not feel the chill that went through his spine. Maybe Virgil was more heartless than he realized. He sets the box of chocolates on the table; if you weren't none the wiser, you couldn't tell the contents inside were laced.

Virgil eyes them for a moment. A faint twitch of the lips. "Am I suppose to be expecting a trick or a treat?”

A trick masked as a treat. "It's a treat, I promise." he actually tells him.

The widower kept eyeing them for another moment before opening the box. It was the exact same box of 32 that he had the first time he kissed Patton: cherry cordials, chocolate squares, clusters with almonds, squares filled with cinnamon-infused ganache, other truffles infused with ganache, rounds made with coffee, and chocolate hearts.

He took a chocolate square and popped it into his mouth. He hums at the taste; they're still wonderful even after months of eating Patton's sugary treats. "Do you wish to interrogate me still?”

Patton nods. "How did you hide the evidence for Roman's murder?”

"I took the ribbon I used to choke him and threw it away. The ribbon binding his hands later became the one that was wrapped around his neck." He now popped a cherry cordial in his mouth.

“Logan's?"

"Dumped the tea, put the book back in the box and burned it. I also hid whatever arsenic I had in the medicine cabinet so they wouldn't find it during investigation." A square with cinnamon-infused ganache.

"You killed Dorian with a gun. How did you hide the prints?”

"I wore gloves when I killed him." A coffee round.

"And me?" he dared to ask. "How would you have hid evidence for my death?”

Virgil paused. A chuckle, "Probably get rid of the box like you're about to do." A chocolate heart.

Patton paled a little. Did he realized that he poisoned him?

Virgil slowly turned towards the confectioner. "What did you lace these with?" he asked in a surprisingly soft voice.

Silence. “Cyanide."

Virgil chuckled again. "It kills pretty quickly, depending on the dosage." His chuckles slowly cease and he has a sad smile on his face. "I suppose I had it coming to me.”

Patton looked down at his lap. He squeezed his fists together, bunching up some of his sweater.

How was Virgil so accepting about his death? Did he always know it would be coming eventually?

"...Do you regret it?" he asks with a soft whisper. "Killing them?”

His sad smile only grew. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Maybe I do, but only for the fact that I couldn't know what it was like to have an actual life with them.”

"What do you mean? Like if you weren't a murderer?”

"Yeah," Virgil nods. "Maybe the last three of my marriages would've been happy…"

From his chest, he pulls out a hidden necklace. All of his wedding rings.

"Roman was beautiful, gorgeous even." He holds a golden ring that had a ruby gem in center, two smaller amethyst gems decorate the sides. "I was very fond of her singing. It was all over the house, no matter what time of day it was. We also bonded over our love of Disney and I even took him to Disney World for our anniversary before her death. She was more than a diva on the stage, he was a very passionate and romantic person, albeit a little stubborn. I think if I hadn’t killed her, he would’ve been a great husband/wife for me…we would’ve been happy together.”

Then he holds a sleek, silver ring. Very simple like the novelist. “Logan was kinda like a rock for me. Whenever I had bad anxiety, he would instantly calm me down with his grounding words. Sometimes no words were necessary between us, only eye contact and specific gestures. He was a presence that I secretly miss. One of the most intelligent people I knew. Heh, our debates were quite the spectacle let me tell you. He wasn’t the marrying type, I’ll be honest with you…but I think L and I would’ve been great partners, or even friends.”

Finally, he pulls out a bronze-like ring that resembles a snake. “Dorian was very sharp and cunning. He had a tongue that was more scathing than mine, and that is saying a lot. We may have gotten married after six months of being friends-with-benefits, but he had his own unique way of caring. He was quite the reptile lover, adored having snakes around, which was different for me liking spiders.” Patton freaked a little, Virgil payed it no mind. “Even though everyone said it, he truly was my equal in a way…and I think I would’ve been happy with him too.”

Patton listened as Virgil listened the positive qualities of each of his late husbands. “What— What about me…?”

Virgil looked at him. “Hmm?”

“What about me,” he repeats, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and worry. “…Would we have been happy?”

Virgil blinked, then a small smile. He reaches over the table and grabs Patton hand. The confectioner doesn’t have the heart to pull away. “I think we could’ve. I could imagine you baking a whole bunch of sweets for me to try, be it breakfast or dessert. You would be telling me puns to the point where’d I want to put myself in the ground. I can even see you begging me to go to a pet store and buying you a cat or something.”

The sad thing about hearing that? Is that Patton could’ve seen all of that too, and then some. (Even the cat thing despite him being incredibly allergic.)

Patton looked down at their held hands. “…Why?” He finally asks. “Why did you kill them? You said you could’ve been happy with them, but in the end…you ended their lives.”

“Money,” he says. “And I know that sounds so dumb, but it’s true. I wanted more money. That’s why, when I got married, I immediately said for them to put me as the sole inheritor of their fortunes. I was selfish. Selfish and wanting to stay on top. I didn’t want to be lower-class anymore, I became who I am for a reason and I didn’t want that to change.”

At that moment, Virgil started coughing. He coughed loudly, violently. doubling over almost like he was in pain.

Patton’s first reaction was to see if he was okay, but then he remembered.

He did this.

He was the one who wanted to kill Virgil and now he was doing it.

He didn’t have the right to check on him.

So, he just stayed in his seat, watching as the widower started gasping like he was running out of breath; stumble forward a little like he was going to collapse; and hold his head like it was about to split open.

“Are you scared?” the confectioner asked in a strangely calm voice. “Of dying?”

Once the coughing ceased, Virgil weakly looked up at him. Patton could literally see death shining in them.

With the last of his breath, the widower rasps out, “The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”

Then, he collapses forward, body convulsing for about three minutes or less, before he finally stops.

The grandfather clock goes off.

And Virgil Nyx, is no more.

Name: Virgil Nyx December ??, 19?? - October 31, 19?? Cause of Death: Cyanide Poisoning

Patton couldn’t help but stare at Virgil’s lifeless body as it was slumped on the table.

Now he gets what Logan meant about having your husband watch as you seize in front of them without doing anything.

It’s a horrifying thing to watch. And yet…he didn’t feel all that disturbed, which horrifies him the most.

He was in a trance-like state, so much so he didn’t even flinch at the front door slamming open.

“Yodel-Ay-Hee-Hoo!!” Remus. “Patton?! Are you here?! The door was open so I just walked inside without being invited, because I just love doing that!…Patton?!…Seriously, where are you?!”

Remus wanders around the house a bit until he finally finds him in the tea room.

“Ah! There you are! I was wondering about—” he stops when he sees Virgil’s body. “Oh, wow…cool! Can I play with it?!”

Somehow that snapped Patton out of it. “No!” he glared firmly at Remus.

Remus pouted, stomping his foot like a child. “You’re serious such a poopy-head! Let me have fun with the dead body!”

“No, Remus.” Patton sighed. He takes the box of chocolates and leaves for a moment.

When he comes back, lo and behold, Remus was poking at Virgil’s corpse.

“Remus, please.”

“Seriously, Patton?!” Remus huffs out an angry-sounding sigh. “I love shit like this!” He moves closer to Virgil’s pale face, examining it. “How can a corpse have better eyeshadow than me?!” He actually looked sad. “I need to step up my game…”

Patton ignores his mumbling as he replaces the chocolate box with a replica; it was the exact same color and everything, but it didn’t have the logo of Patton’s store.

It was a nice detail for him to not get caught.

A weird feeling started forming in Patton’s stomach. Maybe Virgil rubbed off on him in more ways than one.

“Remus?” The man looks up from looking into the dead widower’s lifeless eyes. “The manor is yours.”

Remus’ mouth opened. Bugs could’ve flied out of it. “Wait. Really?” he asks. “Why?”

“I don’t want anything to do it anymore.” He tells him. “Besides, I figured you may want to have an eerie-filled house like this.” He gives Remus a tiny smile. “Not only that, I’d figured you’d like to see your brother’s room.”

A breath hitch. Emerald green eyes shined with tears. “My brother’s room?” he whispered. The confectioner nodded. “Wh-Where is it?”

“It’s upstairs, down the hall from Virgil’s room. It’s a cherry door with a golden lion doorknob.”

“Heh…he would have something like that.” He gives him a wet smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Patton smiled back. “By the way, are you crying?”

Remus looked appalled. “What? No, I’m not.” He grossly wiped snot onto his arm. “I-I just smelled my oniony breath! That’s all!”

“Sure, Remus. Whatever you say.” Patton smiles. He begins to gather up his things. “So, what’re you gonna do with this place?”

“Hmmm?” Remus spun around. His eyes sharpening like he was actually thinking. “Maybe get rid of all the purple. Purple’s a gross color now. Ooh! I’ll make it a pukey green color! And add more tentacles, this place needs more tentacles.”

“That sounds nice.” It actually didn’t, but he didn’t want to be mean to him. “Good luck with everything, Remus. And…thanks again for your help.”

“You’re welcome, Patton!” Before the confectioner leaves, he asks one more question. “Can I please make a sandcastle out of his ashes?”

“Hmm…nope.”

Remus sighed defeatedly. “I figured I’d try again.”

Patton couldn’t help but laugh. Even if he was gross and slightly disturbing, Roman’s brother was alright.

And that, he walked out of the manor— never to look back— got into his car, and drove home, knowing that Roman, Logan, and Dorian were now resting in peace.

#Sanders Sides #Moxiety #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Remus Sanders #Of Love & Murder #death tw

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