#vergil is a big 'ol softy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

devilmayfamily · 2 years

Text

You're My Weakness

Vergil x Male!Reader

Vergil never could get over you.

Even when he tried to, he could never let go of you.

Nero brought you home and it was over for the older man since.

You'd "adopted" Nero during the time of Vergil searching for power. The boy has seen you more as a father figure than his actual father and has clung onto you since meeting.

The day he brought you home to DMC was on minor accident. He let it slip that he had to stop by the building for business and you insisted on coming with to meet this family of his.

Originally, Vergil wasn't too fond of there being an outside male in his space. You were competition for Nero's attention, even though the man didn't make himself a worthy option to begin with.

However, after seeing the relationship between you and Nero, he realized instead of being competition, you were an equal. A respected partner. A proper mate. Thus began the mans stupid attempts to become close to you.

Nero was the first of course, to notice this. He became very suspicious of his father, noticing the light (and terrible) flirting going on. He'd never seen his father try to talk to someone so much, it almost disturbed him. He almost lost it on the day he overheard you saying yes to a date with his father.

"You're father is quite a charmer," you say. Nero looks like he might vomit. "Nope. I don't wanna hear about it." You chuckle, ruffling the boys hair. "He's a good man Nero, give him this at least."

Vergil was pacing. He was pacing and sweating up a storm. Dante found it amusing. Vergil found it annoying.

Never in his life had Vergil been this calm and nervous at the same time. He's never had someone make him so weak yet so strong. You'd become his weakness.

Once coming to terms with how he felt for you, he didn't want you to see just how damaged he was. How much bad he'd done before finding himself. He didn't want you to see who he was and walk away.

"I'm not a good person." "I think you are." Vergil chuckles. "Maybe that's were you are blind." You smile. "If so, I don't want to see." Vergil stared into your eyes for a moment, a smile slowly appearing.

Domestic life was not on his mind before. Now, it was all he did. Man's was happy to come home, go straight to the kitchen where he knew you were cooking dinner, and kiss his husband hello. Man's was happy to wake up and get kissed good morning on lazy Sundays.

Nero almost hated it. But he also couldn't help but smile at seeing his father's being happy. He does take every chance he gets to tease and make fun of the two of you though.

"Ew, gross!" Nero yells. Vergil rolls his eyes as you chuckle at your son. "Dante they're doing it again!" he continues. Dante chuckles. He takes a moment to look over at you and Vergil cuddled up on the couch before turning back to his nephew. "You'll live Nero." Nero lets out a dramatic groan. He looks over and smiles at you, his face lit up like a small child. He begins to pester Dante about going out for a training session until the Devil Hunter agrees and the two go out back. "Your son is a handful," Vergil says once they've left. "Well he is your son," you reply. Vergil raises an eyebrow to your comment, moving a little to look at your face. You smile, kissing him to distract him from your teasing.

There were days where Vergil would come home in a panic. Threats from enemies he could easily defeated would send the man into a flurry, racing home to make sure you were still there and unharmed. He will hold onto you a little longer those days.

How the demon world learned of his new relationship (calling him a traitor like his father) he would not know, but it gave him a new reason for wanting to tear the lesser demons apart.

He'll be dammed if one of them got within a centimeter of you. Makes you almost feel bad for the poor demon that decided to test that man. Almost. Because let's be honest, watching Vergil fight is kinda hot.

You are Vergil's weakness.

You would always be his weakness.

But he'd fight for you every day he got to spend with you.

Vergil would never be able to get over you and honestly, he's ok with that.

Because there is nothing better in this world than getting to see you, be with you and love you.

Because what could be better than you? Nothing.

#devil may cry 5 #dmc5 #dmc #dante dmc5 #dmc vergil #dmc nero #vergil sparda #dante sparda #nero sparda #dmc5 vergil #vergil x reader #devil may cry vergil #vergil x y/n #vergil x male!reader #vergil is a big 'ol softy #he loves his husband dammit lol #nero loves his dads #even if they are gross sometimes #Dante just likes seeing his brother happy

230 notes · View notes

sethrine-writes · 5 years

Text

Devil-sitter May Cry, Ch. 2

Pairing: Dante x F!Reader, Vergil x F!Reader (Undecided)

Words: 2853

Warning: Lots of Fluff, Some serious tones

Story Summary: Low on cash and desperate for a job, you reply to a flyer for a babysitting position. Little did you know that the opportunity to watch over two special boys would bring your life so much mayhem and adventure…and, perhaps, a chance at a family of your own.

A/N: We get to meet the boys!! Also, thank you guys so much for the absolutely wonderful response to the first chapter! I’m so happy you guys are enjoying it, so far, and I can’t wait to see where the future chapters will lead us!

------

Chapter 2 - Specs of the Job

The inside of Devil May Cry wasn't really anything to gawk over, but it did hold a particular charm to it.

Above all else, it looked and felt like a well-used establishment with clearly patched wooden floors and worn but sturdy furnishings just in the main area. Only a few spaces on the walls were decorated with relics and some questionably large weaponry, perhaps niche items pertaining to the business, but they looked nice, clean and well-maintained like everything else.

Just to the right was a staircase leading up to the second floor, the wall there curiously decorated with kid drawings and stickers, and you were suddenly struck with the realization that the building wasn't just a place of business - it was also a home.

Dante led you to the farthest end of the room where a cluttered desk resided, piled with messy stacks of papers and other small odds and ends. He rounded the desk, taking a seat heavily in the armchair present and sighing rather loudly. You stood on the opposite end, waiting for only a moment as Dante made himself comfortable.

"So, I take it Lady already put you through the ropes, like questions and background checks," he began as he leaned against the heavy wooden desktop, "but I have a feeling she wasn't very clear on exactly what this particular babysitting job would entail."

"I'm prepared to accommodate in whatever way I need to," you replied eagerly, though the husky chuckle Dante gave at your words felt more mocking than amused.

"Do you know what we do here at Devil May Cry?"

The question, though not entirely unwarranted, caught you off-guard, enough that you faltered in giving an answer straight away.

"I've...heard things," you admitted. "You hunt demons, right?"

"That's our specialty," Dante said, "though we've been known to help out with some otherworldly beings, as well. To put it simply, what we do is dangerous work, and it puts a target on our backs. Unfortunately, that includes the business, as a whole, as well as that of our sons."

The conversation had taken on a very serious tone you hadn't been expecting. If you were honest, it was beginning to make you a little nervous in wondering what he was trying to get at.

"I feel like there's a big reason you're telling me all this."

Dante's smile only quirked up one side of his face before disappearing altogether, his crystal blue gaze narrowed and serious.

"There's no way to sugarcoat this, so I won't. Demons have attacked this place, before, and there's always the potential for it to happen again. I need to know that you'll take care of the boys above all else, should the hypothetical shit hit the fan."

You stared back at Dante, flabbergasted as you blinked several times in shock. It wasn't something you had really thought about, but you were now much more aware of the possibility of a demon attack during your potential employment as a sitter. Of course there would be some sort of danger involved, given that the owners were literal demon hunters - why wouldn't there be?

Now that you understood the implications, however, was the job still even worth it?

There were definitely much safer jobs out there, but nothing good was coming out of the many applications you'd filled out. Dante was guaranteeing you one month, however, and he was still giving you an out, if you thought it would be too much to handle.

The implications of what you were getting yourself into were just barely beginning to come to light, and though you had an odd feeling there was more to what was being implied, your mind had already been made up.

Had it been any other job, the payment simply wouldn't have been enough to even entertain the thought of sticking around. You were far too underqualified to take on literal demons, should any have decided to stop by and fuck up your entire day. You barely knew how to handle a gun, for crying out loud!

Knowing that you would be defending children from potential harm, however…

"I wouldn't dream of doing anything less," you answered honestly. "You're hiring me for a reason, to watch over your children and keep them safe, and I take that very seriously. I may not be well versed in fighting demons or using a weapon, but their safety matters most, and I'd do anything I could to keep them out of harm's way."

Dante's gaze was scrutinizing for several long seconds before he relaxed into that easy grin of his, a pleased smile you were coming to really like on the rugged man.

His eyes suddenly flicked to something behind you, a hint of amusement lighting his features.

"You get all that, Verg?"

Turning to follow his gaze, you gasped and nearly jumped at finding someone standing right behind you.

He was tall and handsome, with slicked back hair and a piercing, icy-blue gaze that had you frozen in place. Most surprising was his uncanny resemblance to Dante, almost a mirror likeness, and yet in your few seconds of being within the man's presence, it was clear that he was nothing like Dante at all.

"Every word," the man standing before you uttered, and in that moment, you were distinctly aware that he held perhaps the most menacing presence you had ever encountered.

"This is my brother, Vergil," Dante supplied helpfully from behind, giving your name out to his twin in introduction.

"I-It's nice to meet you," you stuttered out quickly, thrusting your arm forward and holding out your hand. It wasn't the same greeting you gave Dante, but it was what you believed to be the most appropriate for the moment.

Vergil barely gave the motion a glance, not even so much as entertaining the idea of reaching forward. You quickly pulled back your hand, smiling almost awkwardly before fixing your gaze on anything else you could, such as the broken down jukebox you had somehow missed when entering the building.

And you thought you had been nervous before!

"That friend of yours needs to learn when her ideas are welcomed and when they aren't wanted," Vergil spoke, words edged with disdain, and you were aware enough to realize that he wasn't speaking to or about you.

As subtly as possibly, you took a step to the side so as not to be between the conversing brothers.

"Give her a break," Dante eased, "Lady's just looking out for us and the boys."

"More like meddling in our business," Vergil groused, arms crossing over his chest and eyes narrowing at his brother. Dante looked nonplussed at the action, a testament to how often he dealt with such a domineering sibling.

"Relax, she's just trying to help us out. Besides, you know she's thorough. She wouldn't send just anyone our way."

Dante stood then and moved from behind the desk, coming up beside you and placing his hand on your shoulder as he looked to Vergil.

"We've got one month with our new help, just to test the waters. Let's give 'em both the benefit of the doubt, eh?"

Vergil looked between Dante and you, his eyes piercing in a way that had you wanting to look away all over again. You held your ground, however, staring back as confidently as you were able, but almost sure you looked two seconds from backing out of the whole thing. You weren't scared, per say, just extremely intimidated.

After a moment, Vergil's eyes closed, and the barest hint of what you believed was a smile made itself present.

"One month, then," he agreed, ensuring he caught your eye, "if she can last that long."

Vergil looked to Dante one last time, communicating something you didn't understand, then turned away and moved toward the base of the stairs.

You promptly let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, nearly laughing out of nervousness and feeling silly because of it. A firm squeeze at your shoulder had you glancing back up at Dante, who seemed well aware of why you felt such a mess.

"He's not as scary as he seems," he said, voice carefully low, though you had a feeling Vergil could still hear it as easily as you could. "Big ol' softy, that one. Just, you know, under all that cynicism and smoldering-"

"Dante," Vergil spoke as a warning, and Dante was quick to separate from you with a mischievous sort of smirk, attention moving to the top of the staircase.

"Boys, come on downstairs for a minute!"

Silence followed Dante's shout for all of a few seconds until tiny, hurried footsteps broke the quiet. Two heads of shockingly white hair appeared from around the corner not but a moment later as the tykes rushed their way down the stairs. You lost sight of one of them from behind Vergil's visage, but the other you recognized immediately as the little boy you had met earlier, Nero.

He paused just beside his uncle, his eyes focusing warily on you a moment before he rushed toward Dante and immediately hid behind his leg. Dante's hand was just as quickly in his son's hair, giving the short mop a comforting ruffle.

"It's alright, Nero. You're not in trouble," he assured, which must have made Nero marginally more confident, because he was peeking at you from around Dante's leg, trying to be sneaky in his observation.

"You've already sort of met," Dante continued, "but this is my boy, Nero."

"Hello there, Nero," you greeted with an easy grin, "I'm happy to see you again."

Nero kept pretty close to Dante, but made the effort to face you fully while still holding steady to his father's leg.

"Hullo," he said, voice low and unassuming. All you could think of was wanting to wrap him up in your arms and hold him close.

"He likes to play bashful," Dante mock whispered aloud, even holding his hand up as if to hide his mouth from Nero's gaze, "but give him some time to warm up. He's a rambunctious thing with lots of energy. Just keep him fed, give him a chance to run around, and he shouldn't be too much of a handful."

"Good to know," you mused, smiling at Nero as he shyly stared up at you.

Your attention was suddenly pulled over to Vergil, who was now approaching with a little one beside him. One of his hands was occupied with the much smaller one of another little boy with longer hair and the sweetest little smile adorning his pale face. You could definitely see the resemblance between him and Nero; the family likeness was a strong one, it seemed.

"This is my son, Vitale," Vergil informed you, his tone more authoritative as he spoke, "though you may call him V. He possesses a delicate immune system as well as weak lungs and requires a clean environment to thrive in."

"Which means he gets sick easy - and watch out for dust bunnies," Dante supplied helpfully, earning a half-heated glare from his twin.

"I've been diligent in maintaining his fluctuating health needs. I expect nothing less from your care."

"Yeah, I mean, of course! I'll keep that in mind," you replied with a nervous nod of your head, looking down to have a better look at V.

Right off the bat, he seemed like a little sweetheart, his smile melting your heart within seconds and those bright, vivid green eyes filled with curious wonder making you want to coddle and coo over him.

As soon as he noticed your stare, he gave a happy little wave of his hand, and you were absolutely done for.

"Hello there," you greeted gently, giving a little wave of your own as you gave him your name.

"Hello," he answered with a smile. "I like your necklace. It's very pretty."

Your hand immediately came up to touch the pendant resting against your skin, momentarily caught off guard at having it brought to attention. It was a small purple gemstone surrounded by tiny, intricately carved golden loops and swirls, an antique-inspired gift of sorts given to you many years ago. It had become an extension of your very being, so much so that you never went a day without wearing it.

"Oh, thank you! Would you like to have a closer look at it? If it's alright with your dad, that is."

V's eyes lit up at the possibility, wide as saucers as they moved to plead up at Vergil in hopeful anticipation. Whatever he saw in his father's gaze must have been confirming enough, because he was pulling away from Vergil's hold with ease and eagerly shuffling over to you.

The clasp was easy enough to undo, and once you had reconnected the delicate chain to ensure the pendant didn't slide off, you knelt down to V's level and held out your hand to him. He seemed to understand and copied the motion, watching carefully as you placed the jewelry within his palm.

"Be very careful," you gently urged, "that necklace is very important to me. Kinda like how you are important to your dad. It's a very special gift."

You looked over at Nero then, who had moved to the other side of Dante's legs, trying to peek over at what you were showing V.

"You can come have a look, too, if you like," you encouraged, though the invitation seemed moot with how hesitant the boy had been with you this far.

V took the initiative by moving over to Nero, instead, gentle as could be as he took the other boy's hand and showed him how to maneuver it. He then carefully passed your necklace over to his cousin's palm, who was nothing short of astonished as he admired the colored gemstone.

"Look, Nero, it has stars in it," V proclaimed in amazement, pushing Nero's hand up towards his own face. It took a bit of searching, but you could see the exact moment Nero noticed the tiny speckles that twinkled within the gemstone.

"Like a space galaxy," he murmured in wonder. Then, in a surprising turn of events you didn't see coming, Nero turned to you and gave you the biggest, toothiest grin.

"Does it have a moon in there?" he asked excitedly.

"It's too small, I think," V replied critically as he continued to peer into the purple gemstone, his thin little fingers pressing lightly against Nero's cupped hands to keep them steady.

Above them, Dante looked rather proud at Nero finally coming out of his shell. It was a rather quick transition, you had to admit, but he didn't seem all that surprised. You wondered, briefly, if Nero's bashfulness was actually just a wary approach to strangers.

"Alright, alright," Dante said with a clap of his hands, "why don't you boys give the necklace back and go wash up for dinner? We're making spaghetti tonight, remember?"

Both boys gasped in unison, smiling at each other excitedly. Much to your surprise, Nero came to you and held out his cupped hands, offering up your jewelry without any hesitation of being close to you. You picked up the delicate chain and thanked him for returning it to you, earning yet another grin before he turned back to V and grabbed the boy's hand.

You watched while replacing the pendant around your neck as both boys rushed back up the stairs. Nero was much quicker to reach the top, but he patiently waited for V to meet him and even chattered about something or other while V took a brief moment to catch his breath.

The whole interaction had solidified your want to be their babysitter. You were so terribly endeared already, your heart practically soaring within your chest from the short meeting.

"Is there anything else I need to know about his health?" you asked suddenly, turning to Vergil with more confidence than you'd had the whole time being within his presence. "Any medications or necessary procedures during the day that are important to go through?"

Vergil was almost genuinely surprised at your questions, perhaps even pleased you had even bothered to ask.

"He has an inhaler, should he become short of breath, as well as several exercises he goes through twice a day."

"Alright. Oh, are there any restrictions, as far as food goes? Any other allergies I need to know about for either one of them? And is there a set routine you follow - though I guess that depends on when exactly you need me to babysit, doesn't it? Oh, and what about-!"

"Whoa, take it easy, there, eager-beaver," Dante cut in, and you at least had the sense to feel a bit embarrassed for jumping the gun so quickly.

"Sorry, I'm just...nervously excited. I want to make sure I'm prepared to take care of them."

"We'll get to all the nitty gritty details, don't you worry," Dante assured, "but before all of that...how soon can you start?"

Apparently, 'first thing yesterday' was an appropriate, and rather amusing, answer.

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc Dante #dmc Vergil #dmc Nero #dmc V #dmc au #kid nero #kid v #babysitter au #reader #reader-insert #female reader

75 notes · View notes