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This team of yours, has it got a name? Yeah, it’s called the… uh… Revengers!

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I was just thinking about how Nero calls Dante a bastard after he called him dead weight, even though Nero was publicly denounced as a bastard child of a prostitute for basically his entire life...and it made me realize something.

Some of Nero’s most painful childhood memories stem from being called a bastard child. Not only was he already considered the lowest of the low in greater Fortunian society, but even the orphans themselves — kids who were essentially outcasts, just like him — condemned him for being the unwanted byproduct of an alleged affair.

And when all you ever hear about yourself is how worthless and unwanted you are...that sticks with you. It lingers in the back of your mind and haunts you for years after the fact. It makes you second guess and doubt yourself, even when you know in your heart that it isn’t true. That kind of emotional abuse can influence a person’s behavior for the rest of their life. It changes you, for better or for worse.

You know how your brain sometimes links certain words, objects, colors, sounds, etc. to certain memories? Well, I think Nero has subconsciously linked the word “bastard” to the coldest, cruelest, most heartless people he’s ever known. This, in turn, means that he would only use it to describe someone who did something equally cold, cruel, and heartless— like Dante calling him dead weight after all the hell he’s been through, after losing his own arm to the demon they were fighting, after all the things Dante did for him to help him get this far.

I don’t personally imagine Nero and Dante being particularly close in the years between DMC4 and 5, but Dante did help Nero start his own Devil May Cry branch, and that ultimately helped him find a much happier life with Kyrie away from The Order. In the end, Nero wouldn’t have gotten where he was today without Dante, so Nero’s bound to have built up a high level of respect and trust for him. But when Dante calls Nero dead weight in the heat of battle, all that respect and trust is suddenly broken.

Who can blame Nero, then, for calling Dante a bastard, when he heard him say right to his face that he was worthless and unwanted — just like he always heard as a bastard child?

((I thought of this earlier today and it’s had me fucked up ever since. Someone please give this poor boy a hug, Nero deserves better 😭💔))

“ ♡ Vergil ♡, I love you~”  : ↳ CR デビルメイクライ DEVIL MAY CRY 4

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Next time you see Vergil, can you ask him if he was surprised in 5 to see that Dante was actually wearing a shirt?

Oh, i will. But maybe he felt embarrassed in the first place... because during his time as V, he was the one without a shirt XD

How'd V be like when his S/O is the unpopular, underrated, yet equally talented member of a group? Y'know, being overshadowed by other members, not being promoted enough or worst case scenario, being bullied by (an)other member(s) or the management?

Hello anon~ Thank you for dropping by and for entrusting me with your ask. If it’s ok, may I answer with headcanons? If you’d prefer a fully written scenario instead please let me know, I’ll be sure to do my best! ^^ (more under the cut)

V would be quite upset when he discovers the unfair treatment that you’re receiving.

The first thing he would do is try to bring you solace. A tight hug, a chaste, sweet kiss to your forehead, fingers combing through your hair, anything to soothe the storm raging in your heart.

Words of comfort! V would reaffirm that his s/o is worthy, wonderful, that their group and management aren’t deserving of such hard work and talents.

He would definitely remind his s/o that their self-worth should not be based on others, for being themselves is already a blessing all in itself. Those venomous words and unfair treatments are uncalled for, and his s/o deserves so much better.

He doesn’t mind how his s/o would bawl their eyes out, it relieves him to see all the pain and anxiety leave through those tears.

Once peace has returned to his beloved’s heart, V would pay the people in question a visit.

He would visit his s/o at their workplace (or where the group members/management are), and be sure to give them a piece of his mind.

Shadow suddenly appearing in front of the group members/management, snarling and furious, should be more than enough to make them get the hint.

They should also expect some clever, sarcastic yet biting remarks too, because V isn’t very happy to see them nor know what they have done to his s/o.

After he has made sure the group members and management have learned their lesson, V would make sure to treat his s/o to something nice and special. Anything to bring a smile to their face again, for their happiness is his happiness as well.

I hope I have done your ask justice, and that the headcanons can bring a smile to your face dear anon. Once again, I’m honored that you decided to entrust your ask with me. Please stay safe and take care, I wish you all the best! (o´▽`o)ﾉ

How would V react to a chubby person with 0 self-esteem? Like, the person feels like he/she is annoying at all times and have extreme body complexes?

Yeah! No problem! Also that's a big mood hhh

Thicc thighs save lives and by god, you saved his

Have you seen this man? He's like a bag of remotes

He loves laying his head on your thighs.. he needs a nap and you're so comfy

Speaking of comfy, you are soft. Shadow thinks soft things are good. You are constantly used as her personal pillow

Overall he's very in love with you and when you confess to him that you feel annoying.. he's heart broken

You're his everything, how could you feel that way? Has he done anything to make you think of yourself like that?

This mans is gonna make sure you're loved, take that as you will

Sfw body worship and nsfw if you're into that

If anyone starts talking about how "They need to eat less." Or "That's so unflattering on them, they shouldn't wear that." They're getting caned

(all of those statements are false btw 💕 you're gorgeous 💕)

If you want to lose weight, for health or confidence reasons, he will support you, but if you don't, he's supportive too!

Like I said earlier, he really loves your size and curves, you're soft and comfy and he really loves it

Son of the legendary dark knight and Dante’s brother. Lady says he once lost to Dante and got his ass thrown into the depths of the underworld. Later, he turned his sword— the Yamato—on himself, using its power to cleave demon from human and so sever everything that was holding back his demonic side. So V was the humanity he left by the wayside… Well, they’re back together now. Vergil’s weakened days are over. — Nico Goldstein about Vergil

Friendly reminder that Dante didnt want Nero to get involved with Urizen because he didnt want Vergil killing his own son, specially without knowing that Nero was his son. Because he knew that Vergil will never recover or go back from it and he couldnt see his brother destroyed that way.

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

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OHHHH MY! 😲

Got a request right here! I'm still thinking about Vergil and hand kisses so... how about a Vergil/Reader drabble about that? 😳

Thank you so much, K. Idk if this fits with what you wanted but please enjoy!

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Vergil never says that he loves you. 

He hasn't even replied to your confession. 

But you know he feels the same way about you if you look at the way his gazes soften when it lands on you, the way his voice was soothing when he console you in his own way, the way he put his hand behind your back when a stranger tried to make a move on you, making them back away. How he always seeks for your company to relax  and even to converse, how he talks more in your presence than when he is with his crew, making jokes along the way, dropping his mask as he lets you see the other side of him. 

He will take you out sometimes to observe nature sometimes to a field of blooming daisies, sometimes to gaze upon the stars. And during those times, your hand always with his, interlocking with one another and he will listen to your rambling with such interest that he will remember it for if you mention it months later. 

He never says those words but you know he feels the same. His kisses on you are gentle, soft, passionate and even hot. You always melt in his embrace as he breathes in your scent. 

He never tells you that he loves you. 

Deep down you wish that he will say those words to you. 

And he knows it with the way your eyes are downcast when he breaks the kiss, refusing to look at him when you said those words again, hoping that he will reply to it this time around. 

But Vergil has been quiet when you said it. Thumb running circles in your cheek before he slowly  trailed it down to your lower lips. 

Part of you wonders why is it so hard for him to say it? And part of you chastise you for being selfish, for forcing him to say the words when he clearly struggles for it. 

But you can't help yourself wanting for a verbal affirmation that what the two of you have and share are genuine. That he indeed loves you. 

Vergil calls your name as he releases his hold on your chin. He trails his right hand to your arm, slowly making it descent until it stops on your fingers. 

He gingerly reaches your finger and brings it to his chest. 

"Y/n," he calls your name again and you slowly look up towards his eyes. And you are caught in the intensity of his soft blue orbs, looking at you with fondness. 

Slowly he brings your hand to his lips, kissing each knuckles of your fingers while his eyes remain locked on yours. 

'I love you," he murmurs in between your fingers "forever and always" 

Hi! I was wondering if u could do how the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, V, & Nero) would react to someone flirting with their s/o.

Thank you for requesting!! Love my boys

Dante

See, here's the thing

Dante knows you're hot, he knows he's hot, so there should be no problems right? He trusts you, and he knows you're not going to leave him for some bimbo on the street. Right?

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That person seems to be a bit too friendly and he doesn't like it

He's sauntering over, trying to look as cool as possible

He puts a hand on your face to angle it so he can kiss you properly

He gives the other person such a nasty side eye

He then wraps an arm around your waist and goes "Who's this?" As if nothing happened

If that doesn't scare em away, he's throwing hands

Nero

Sweet boy is genuinely confused as to why you seem so uncomfortable with the person you're talking with

You keep looking at him with pleading eyes

Then he realizes you want him to take you out of the conversation

He maintains eyecontact with you as he points to his sword questioningly

It takes all you have not to start laughing, you just shake your head and try to awkwardly keep trying to exit the conversation

Unfortunately, this person doesn't get the hint and ends up almost trapping you between them and the wall

Oh hell no

Nero's storming over there and ripping the person off you

He was willing to do this civilly but they just flipped a switch

No one messes with his partner

He starts yelling at them but you end up being able to calm him down, thankfully

He gets a little bit clingy afterwards, but can you blame him?

V

His jealousy stems from insecurity as well

He's practically a skeleton, he's not even a whole person, why would you want to stick around when he probably won't be around for another month?

Until he gets that "Oh wait but they're mine."

He's a gentleman, kinda so he's not gonna flat out grope you in public or kiss you without warning in case you're uncomfortable with that

He's gonna walk over and hug you from behind while he places a kiss on your head

Then he's staring down the other person

He's merciless, he doesn't even blink

If it gets out of hand he's either summoning Griffon or he's caning them himself

Vergil

Honestly? I see Vergil as not being jealous too often

He's either not paying attention or he trusts you to handle it

If he does get jealous he's just fuming in a corner, watching you

He doesn't want to bother you, but he can't help it

However, this is not the case today

This person keeps chatting you up

And they won't stop

You've asked them several times too, even throwing out the fact that you have a boyfriend

They didn't believe you

You see Vergil out of the corner of your eye, he's watching the situation

You point over to him in hopes of getting this person off your back

They glance over and see his glare

Somehow, they have a death wishes so they say something along the lines of "Oh, that old bag of bones? You're better with me, baby"

Anyway they almost get skewered with the Yamato lmao

He doesn't say much, just grabbing your hand and dragging you out of there

“Sunglasses Nero"はかっこいい~ 😎🕶 ↳ : デビル メイ クライ DEVIL MAY CRY 5

M O T I V A T I O N

Dante: "Come now Vergil, A little one on one wouldn't be much tho."

Vergil: "Shut up, I'll need motivation for that."

Dante: "Oh... I know a cure for that."

A FEW MOMENTS LATER

Dante: "Alright, will this do?" *Dragging you out of nowhere*

Y/N: "I was just baking some cookies— uhh, hello, Vergil!" *Smiles while waving at Vergil*

Dante: "What do you say, brother?"

Vergil: "Alright you son of a bitch, get away from my girl. I'll kill you."

Dante: "Nice, Thanks Y/N. Your smile probably motivated and inspired him. I think it will keep him motivated for ten years."

Vergil: "Shut up and fight me , idiot."

‘The people that are coming to Comic Con, they’re there because they’re true fans. They love these characters. They want to see what’s new. What’s next. What are you going to show us? So, wouldn’t it be great to have Tom Hiddleston come out as Loki? We called Tom up. We explained what we wanted to do. He was completely on board: he loves that type of thing. And from there, we figured out how do we get him on stage.’ 

MCU creatives Louis Esposito, Kevin Feige and Craig Kyle, along with Tom Hiddleston, describe THAT epic Hall H moment at San Diego Comic Con, 20th July 2013

Number Five Going Through It™ For Nineteen Days Straight

a.k.a. The Umbrella Academy Seasons 1 & 2

ffvii remake  ➟ Leslie Kyle

You want cute?? In your fic the reader is growing flowers but what about a small burb where the reader finds some somehow-still-alive flowerbeds and makes some crowns for V and his familiars on break time :)

holy fucking shit if I could only express the flutter my heart made when I read this request. this takes place in geryon’s boss arena because it was the first place i thought of.

You hadn’t expected to discover a living garden on your most recent excursion. Though demonic vines still plagued the buildings around you, clusters of bright red flowers were growing through the crumbled pavement at the center of the outdoor plaza. Beneath the ever-present atmosphere of destruction, life and colour had begun to rise from the remnants, and you found it beautiful, somehow.

As the area was secure, V entertained your idle wandering, as he always did. He left you to your devices, opting to lean against a slate of debris nearby and read from his book as you explored the immediate area to your heart’s content. Griffon and Shadow were by his side–until, of course, they weren’t.

When the absence of his familiars went on long enough to rouse suspicion, V finally glanced up from his reading. You were seated on the ground of the demolished plaza, surrounded by flower patches; both Griffon and Shadow were at your side, transfixed by the sight of your fingers working around the stems of the flowers you had picked.

“Whatchya makin’?” Griffon asked.

“You’ll see,” you smiled back.

The stems were unnaturally firm and pliable–with enough twisting, you didn’t even need wire to hold them together.

Shadow watched you finish your handiwork, keeping perfectly still as you gently placed the small crown of red flowers on her head. It slanted off-center. She closed her crimson eyes and rubbed her cheek across your hand in thanks, her loud purring like an idle engine against your skin.

“Oh, so the overgrown pussycat gets a sweet accessory and I don’t?” Griffon huffed. “Talk about favouritism.”

“Well, give me a second!” you laughed.

You had to make the second one a little smaller to fit his head. When you were done, you balanced it carefully atop his own bony crown.

Griffon was thoroughly pleased.

“Ohoho, pretty slick!” he cackled, flapping his wings in excitement. “Hey, make me a necklace or somethin’ next, would you? I’m tired of bein’ the only one without a cool outfit.”

“Maybe in a bit,” you said, gathering more flowers.

V found himself enchanted by how committed you were to this newfound project of yours. The way your brows knitted together as you focused, the little pout of concentration on your face, the way your hands danced between flowers with practiced ease–you were absurdly endearing, and the sight of you alone filled him with warmth.

Finally shutting his book, he made his way over to you.

“Now,” he started, a playful lilt in his voice, “what is this task that has been blessed with your attention?”

You had to look up as he approached, as you were still sitting on the pavement.

Frowning, you lifted your chin and put on a fake, haughty voice. “Kneel.”

Amused, V did as you asked, leaning on his cane to get down on one knee before you. You rested the last flower crown on his head, the mass of red petals brilliant against the stark black of his hair.

“For my prince,” you beamed, trying to sound royal but coming off a little shy.

V dipped his head when he smiled, something he always did on the rare occasion you made him feel bashful.

He took your hand into his own. “And we will crown thy head with garlands of the ruddy vine; for now thou art bound; and I may see thee in the hour of bliss,” he recited, before touching his lips to the back of your hand.

Though you were still smiling, you’d turned as red as the flowers in his crown.

Griffon strutted around the two of you, his chest puffed up in his newly-crowned self-importance. “Alright, alright, knock it off with the lovey-dovey crap. You’re gonna make me chuck seed all over kittycat’s new hat.”

Shadow gave a low, warning growl.

“I’m kidding, take it easy! Hey, V, you think Nightmare would want in on this?”

You and V glanced at each other.

-

The circlet of red flowers still looked brilliant on V, even after his hair made the shift to white; the two of you were now craning your necks to look into the single eye of the behemoth sitting patiently before you, waiting for its crown.

“Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea,” V mused. He watched you leave his side. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to need a lot more flowers.”

Hi! Thanks for the headcanons! Can I ask you for headcanons about Nero, Dante, Vergil and V feeling jealous of their crush? Thank you!

First off, thank you both for your kind words! It’s my pleasure to serve and I’m glad you’re enjoying your time here! Since these are (sort of) in the same vein, I figured I might as well lump them together, if that’s alright!

Nero

Nero tries not to be the jealous type. He knows it’s a rather unbecoming trait to have, and he trusts you, he does, it’s just… some things get under his skin.

The way some people look at you gets under his skin. How some people’s fingertips might brush the back of your hand as they walk by. It gets on his nerves, and he knows it’s irrational, but…

He tries not to let it show, but in the bedroom… it’s incredibly obvious. He leaves more marks than usual, and in places that are a little easier to see. He’s rougher. It’s unlike him, but you can tell why he’s doing it.

Dante

Dante is incredibly open about relationships, generally. He knows that sometimes, your desires can be a little strong. He’s the same way, really, but for some reason, he’s been feeling a little weird lately.

That person’s sitting just a little too close for comfort. It’s not like him to nitpick about these things, but maybe there’s something about you.

It’s something that he wants to keep all to himself, and he tries not to be an asshole about it, but he is a little more underhanded. Someone’s trying to talk to you? Looks like you’re occupied with Dante’s lips on yours, his hands on your hips.

V

V doesn’t handle jealousy very well at all. He does get jealous, but not often enough to know how to handle it or address it.

He won’t direct his frustrations at you, but you can tell he’s upset by something. If you try to ask him about it, he’ll dodge the question. But he knows he can’t keep running away from the subject forever.

Eventually, he tries to explain it to you. It’s written all over his face that he’s irritated, and even though he knows you deserve to know, he’s trying to avoid using the word “jealousy.” Such an ugly word for such a hideous feeling. But he can’t help it, you’re just special to him and he doesn’t want anything threatening that.

Vergil

Vergil is the definition of tranquil fury when it comes to these things. Now, he’s normally more aloof and out of touch with his emotions, but this isn’t anything different.

He doesn’t direct this towards you, but towards anyone else who’s potentially interested in you. If he’s next to you, he stands a little closer. If he’s not, then he’ll join up with you and make it obvious you’re with him.

Oh, if looks could kill. He’s got a hell of a glare, and whoever he’s jealous of will become familiar with this all too quickly. Vergil can be incredibly intimidating, after all.

Silver Rose [Vergil/Reader] {Devil May Cry} The New Contract

AN: Leaving this here while I fly to Hong Kong. Haven’t been satisfied with the chapter that was supposed to come out before this… so I’m posting this one up first. Finally, we are getting into the events of DMC 5. And I’m tempted to label this as a V/Reader fic as well…

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Imagine V telling you the truth of his origins and after, you, his s/o, revealed to him that you are pregnant.

A/N: This is a V x Fem!Reader fic based on these asks:

Hope you like it anon and @krazy06 ^^ Thank you always for your love and support.

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You could not believe what you were hearing.

You: “Is…Is this a joke, V?”

He shakes his head.

V: “I wish it were so. But it is true. Urizen is my devil half. We are two parts of a whole, ripped apart in our original persona’s pursuit of power. All of the death and loss you have suffered was wrought by the hands of my former self. By my hands.”

This was too much to take in, it gripped your heart.

You: “And this whole time, you have been fighting to return yourself to this…Vergil.”

He nods.

V: “It is difficult to grasp, I understand.”

You: “…And what happens if you don’t merge back wth Urizen?”

He exemplifies your already growing worry with a long grimace and gently takes a hold of your shaky hand. V squeezes carefully and caresses the skin of the back of your hand in smooth strokes. You know he does this to comfort you. Any other moment, it would do exactly that. Not this time.

V: “If I do not revive back into Vergil… this form you see before you will crumble and fade into dust.”

You were shocked at these words, you tried to wrench your hand away but V tightens his hold. There is a look of unmistakable pain and fear in his usually collected eyes and you knew that yours reflected the same dismay.

You: “Are you saying that you’re going to die, V?”

He sighs, a sound of a soul with a heavy weight upon it. It felt like he was burdened with this fate for quite some time and that alone made you angrier and sadder.

V: “My love…”

He pauses thoughtfully, stealing this dismal moment to grasp your cheek, his thumb lightly padding along the corner of your lips. You can feel the inner turmoil he suffered in his shaky hold.

V: “I am already dying. I have been since the day I was ripped from Vergil. These markings…”

He offers one of his arms to you and you instinctively reach out to skin your fingertips across the patterns on his smooth skin. You remember admiring these tattoos closely. Intimately. Back then V took notice of your fixated gaze and seized the opportunity to play on your attraction to him as he himself was quite drawn to you as well. It worked. V proved to be as charming, as seductive, as confident as you imagined him to be. A perfect gentleman with an almost domineering side that made you ache with need throughout the night. That night…

V: “These markings are the source of what little demonic power I have left. The nightmares Vergil wished to expel along with his humanity. You know them as my companions.”

You could never forget the three creatures that come at V’s beck and call. They are nightmares? The demon bird Griffon may have a mouth but he along with Shadow and Nightmare seemed devoted and loyal to V. And by extension, you. It felt like just yesterday that you were lying with Shadow curled up around you, nudging you to use him as your headrest. Or when Nightmare would allow you to ride on its back whilst you were walking around the city. Or when Griffon decided to perch himself on your shoulder because he felt you were entertaining to have a conversation with compared to his master. V, blatantly ignoring Griffon’s off-handed commentary, pointed out that his familiars have never acted so comfortably with anyone else other than himself and admitted to feel a great ease that they act as so with you. For some reason when he told you this, it made your heart skip a beat as it felt like it drew you closer to V.

You: “So this…they…are what’s been keeping you alive all this time?”

He nods.

V: “And I them. But our strength is fading. I can feel it. I do not have much longer…”

You: “So then…”

You felt angry tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes.

You: “Why are you telling me this now?”

V looks down at the ground. His expression suggests that he anticipated this question, his hooded eyes cloaking the heartache he disparages his answers would evoke. His hand that still held you gently squeezes you once more.

V: “Because these may very well be our last moments together.”

He brings your hand to his chest where you can feel the rhythm of his beating heart. It is rapid yet his face looks painfully calm. Yet you could tell by his glistening green eyes and the heaviness in his silken voice that he was in despair and it struck a cord inside you.

V: “My heart is yours, do not doubt this. But I have a duty to defeat Urizen and restore Vergil. He alone has the power to close the portal that welcomed the hellspawn to this world. Only by his return will you know peace.”

V: “Once I become one once again, I will be a different man. And because of that I…”

He looks deep into your eyes.

V: “I do not know if he will act upon my fondness for you should you two meet. He is rather…stubborn that way.”

You: “Guess that part of his personality came from you.”

The man chuckles, though it came out half-heartedly. The tension between you two was growing ever more heavy as the realization of the inevitable sinks in.

You: “So what you’re saying is… you’re leaving me.”

V: “Not because I wish it. I do not. Given the choice, I would remain by your side forever.”

You: “Telling me that doesn’t make it better, V! Isn’t there any other way? Maybe Dante or Trish knows what we could-”

V: “It does not work like that, Little Wanderer…”

You were grasping, you both know it and that’s why V shushed you quietly, cradling your face in his hands. It was all so overwhelming that tears began to pool from your eyes. The man you love pulls you into his arms immediately at the sight, rocking you in his embrace. You feel his soft lips kissing away the sadness pouring down your cheeks.

If only he knew how much this truly affected you, it wasn’t just the pain of losing the man you have grown to love and care for deeply but…

You: “You can’t leave us, V.”

V: “I’ve already told you that I must. You and I, I will never forget us. It was the best dream I have ever had.”

As much as his words moved you as they always had, you knew you could not let him go on without knowing what you truly meant.

You: “Not “us” as in just “you and I”, V.”

This piqued the tattooed man’s curiosity. He tilts his head. To clarify, you summoned the courage that was weighing heavily at your heart and took his hand, guiding him to your stomach.

You: “I’m pregnant, V.“

It felt as if your heart stopped beating completely at the look of shock and realization settled on his face in an instant. His eyes were zooming back and forth between your face and your stomach which you made him touch. A long, excruciating silence passes between you two. Before long, you took in a gulp of air, not realizing that you had stopped breathing when you told him this news and that seemed to snap him back into reality. He quickly withdraws his hand from your stomach, the action making your heart drop completely.

V: “That…That’s not possible.”

You: “Don’t you fucking say that. Please, don’t do this. Not now. It’s true, V. And it’s yours. I’m having our baby!”

You knew you were pleading now, angry and desperate, and all V did was just stand there in front of you, his mouth set to a thin line, his eyes furrowed harshly. There is an unreadable expression on his face and you did not like it one instant. Finally, he tears his eyes away from your glare, looking down upon the ground between you two before turning his body until his back was towards you.

V: “I…”

He stops before he can say more and does what you had dreaded he would do.

V walked away.

With his long legs, he took great, determined strides away from you. And you, in your heartache and shock, were frozen in place. You wanted to follow him, to scream and call him a coward, but you couldn’t find the voice to do exactly that. When the weight of it all came crashing down on you, you fell to your knees and sobbed. Your cries carried across the air around you and even as he walked further and further away, V could hear it as clear as if he were next to you still and it shattered his heart to pieces.

Once out of sight, Griffon appeared from V’s tattoos.

Griffon: “V, what the hell, man?! Are you just going to leave her like that?!”

V: “…If Vergil returns, she and the baby would have a better chance at a peaceful life. To start anew.”

Griffon: “Huh? That’s what’s bugging you? Then why don’t you just tell her that! She’ll be mad as all hell but she’d understand.”

V: “No, my friend. You do not understand.”

Griffon: “Huh?”

The demon bird looks at his master as he flies next to him, picking up the serious glare in V’s green eyes.

V: “I…do not want to return to Vergil. Urizen and I, we may be two halves of one man. But that child, that life that my Wanderer carries with her right now…”

V clutches at his chest, feeling the pounding heart within.

V: “…is mine. Born from our shared love. For once in my life, there is something that I wish to protect and love. Now I have two. That duty falls to no one else but me. Not Vergil.”

His heart. It was practically beating to his newfound resolve.

Griffon: “Are you listening to yourself?! If we don’t get you back into Vergil, your skinny ass is gonna die. Dust to the wind. POOF! And on top of this, me, the kitty, and the rock monster? Yeah, we’d disappear with ya!”

The man shakes his head.

V: “There must be another way.”

Griffon: “You just told your lady that there is no other way!”

V: “That was before I thought I had no other option. But the child, my child, made me realize something.”

Griffon: “What the hell is your crazy ass going on about?!”

V: “That boy, Nero. Much of his demonic strength was born from the Yamato. He who has demon blood running in his veins yet is undoubtedly human. If he was able to gain his power from the blade…”

The two stop at an overlook, where V’s devil senses have guided him.

V: “Then there should be no reason for me to draw power from the Devil Sword Sparda.”

Griffon: “You don’t mean-”

He points his cane towards the familiar who almost flinched at the swift movement. V’s stare intense with fiery determination.

V: “I do. I sense Sparda. And I want you to investigate. Pinpoint its location. That is an order.”

Without hesitation, Griffon flies off in the distance at his command. V lowers his cane, following his familiar’s path, but his thoughts took him elsewhere.

To you. And the baby. With how he left, he knew you would be angry with him. Hate him, even. He wouldn’t blame you. But V is driven by the hope of this new life you two have created. To hell with Urizen. To hell with Vergil. He would set things right, but he would do it as himself as he is now. He would do it as V. And he would rise as V.

V: “Wait for me, Little Wanderer. I shall return home soon.”

Imagine if you were Dante’s and Vergil’s childhood friend with the latter having a crush on you. He cared deeply for you even as he disappeared from your life.

Now imagine that when Vergil separated himself, his feelings for you still lingered…within V.

You: “Can I…help you?”

His eyes widen slightly, apparently he wasn’t aware that he was staring so intently.

V: “No. Apologies for my rudeness.”

You: “Ha. That’s funny.”

The tattooed gentleman tilts his head curiously at your statement. A tinge of red on his otherwise composed face.

You: “The way you said that, it reminded me of someone I knew.”

V: “Someone you knew?”

You: “Yeah.”

V: “Do you think of them often?”

You shrug.

You: “Admittedly, there hasn’t gone a day that I haven’t thought of him.”

Him. This warmed V’s heart.

This driving motivation continued to stay strong with him even as he bid you farewell to press forward. Back to the Qliphoth. Griffon who has remained silent throughout V’s encounter with you emerges from the ink.

Griffon: “V, buddy-”

V: “I know.”

Griffon: “We really can’t lose at this point.”

V: “Agreed.”

The man turns to look over his shoulder. His green eyes on you even with your back towards him. You were speaking with the boy Nero, telling him to be careful out there much to the latter’s annoyance and embarrassment. It seems however, the young devil hunter was taking your words to heart though as far as V can tell from the expression on his face. This made him smile secretly. After all of these years, you still leave an impact on those around you. A newly awakened resolve stirs within V, revitalizing his waning strength. He didn’t expect to see you here of all places, in the company of Dante’s allies no less, but he is secretly glad that he did.

V knew you didn’t know him, who he really was, and that made his goal to defeat Urizen all the more important. Another reason for him to see this through.

V: “Have to keep going.”

Y/n : I’m a piece of trash.

V : As someone who cares about the environment, I’m obligated to pick you up. Is 7 okay?

Y/n : You smooth motherfu- Yeah,7 is fine.

OMG, the accuracy. 😂😭😭😭