Hello, I've decided to make a masterlist for my Devil May Cry fanfics! I'm listing them in the order in which I posted them. I'll try to keep the list updated when I post a new story!
Vergil is the father!
Synopsis: The DMC Crew managed to get Morrison to pretend to host a show, so Dante can prove to Vergil that Nero is his son.
The Reader Causes Hell for Dante!
Synopsis: The reader and Dante are making their way back to Devil May Cry, when Dante's bigmouth gets his office destroyed by the reader in a fit of anger.
The Mission!
Synopsis: A prequel to "The Reader Causes Hell for Dante." This expands on the mission Morrison sent them on. Although the mission begins and ends unusually.
Dante's Cake Misfortune!
(Not really unhinged like my other stories, but it's still kinda funny)
Synopsis: Dante and the reader are hanging out at the reader's apartment. He tries to make a cake, but he ends up making a mess.
I wrote this story because it seemed like a good idea.
Word count: 1,291
Please do not repost without my permission or steal this story. Reblogs, likes, and comments are always lovely!
You were on your way home. It felt as though you had traveled the whole world in one day. You had gotten up bright and early, gotten ready to go out in public, and unfortunately had to go to your part-time job. You hated your job; you hated it so much that you had to fake a smile. You even had to smile while being reprimanded by your boss for something you clearly didn't do. Today has been a long, long day. The boss, you absolutely despised, had unfortunately kept you past the time you were supposed to leave work. You had always preferred to be home before the last bits of sunlight faded away, but this time you feared you wouldn't be so lucky. You had about thirty minutes before it would be dark. You had to stop by the store to get a few things for the small dinner you were having tonight. It wouldn't take you long to get home, so you had decided to walk. There was a slight summer breeze blowing every now and then. It carried the scents of the local restaurants and the little nearby cafè.
“It sure is a nice evening,” a person pointed out as you walked by two other people.
“I know,” the other person replied. “We should stop and get some sushi!”
That was the last of the conversation you were able to hear. You walked a little further down until you encountered an alleyway. You never took the shorter route home. The shorter way involved going through sketchy alleys, and that usually meant that suspicious characters lurked there. It wasn't that you couldn't handle a fight, it's just that it was bothersome having to fight them after a long day at work. You decided, against your better judgement, to take the shorter route. The first alleyway showed no signs of criminals being there. It was odd, but you put the thought out of your mind.
In one of the corners of an alleyway that you passed through, there were some criminals scolding a guy for not doing what they wanted him to do. It was something along the lines of he's in serious debt. You tried to pay no mind to them as you didn't want to get mixed up in their business. As you passed by, they gazed evilly at you, you pretended to not notice. Before you could leave the alley, they called out to you.
“What're you doing in our alley?” one of the guys questioned. He was close behind you.
You pretended to not notice him speaking to you. Of course, the criminal isn't stupid, he knows you heard him. He signaled for the others to surround you. With you being surrounded, you had no choice but to stop.
“Are you listening or what?” another criminal sneered. A corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
“Yeah, I’m listening,” you retorted. A sigh escaped from you as you placed your grocery bags on a cardboard box. It had not been there for long as it had no signs of dirt or grime on it.
“What are you doing here?” the leader of the group inquired sternly.
“That's none of your business,” you remarked. You were losing your patience. “Can we just get this over with?”
The leader’s face slowly changed from a smirk to a scowl. He stared directly at you with a glare so intense any normal person would be running away, but you weren't backing down. The criminals got on your last nerve for the evening. It was slowly becoming dark out, and they were wasting your precious time.
“Look boys,” the leader announced. “We got someone who's a little too brave for their own good. Have at ‘em boys!”
As soon as he gave the command, one of the underlings lunged at you. You kicked him in the leg, and he fell to the ground on his knees. After he fell, you knocked him out. Two came towards you at once. You grabbed one of the guys by the arm and swung him into the other guy. The next guy tried to punch you, but you grabbed his fist. You tossed him to the ground using your body weight to flip him over your back.
“Get up, you fools!” the leader shouted angrily.
His subordinates showed no signs of getting up. They gave up, you were too strong for them. They didn't want to fight you anymore. The leader realized this, and soon brandished a sharp object. He grabbed you and held the sharp object to your face. It did slightly cut you, but it was a small wound. You grabbed his hand that was holding the weapon, turned his hand in a different direction, and took the weapon and tossed it far away. The leader had a bigger build than you; he was more muscular. You kneed him in the stomach, and kicked him in the leg. He went down to the ground and you sent him to La La Land for a moment.
While you were fighting, a man stood watching on a nearby building. His purpose was to scout the next member or if possible members to his group. But, you caught his eye, and piqued his almost non-existent interest. His orchid colored eyes watching your every move. He was starting to admire you which was unusual. The only person he actually admired was Shinichiro Sano, his loving brother, the person who he cared for the most. In Izana Kurokawa’s mind, Shinichiro was the first person he admired, and the second is you. You could never be first because no one could be greater than his brother, but being second is still a high honor to receive. An idea made its way into his head. He wants you to be a member of Tenjiku. You would be the only one that he would not deem to be weak. You would be the greatest asset to his kingdom. You could even help him achieve revenge against…him. The him being Manjiro Sano, Mikey, the bane of his existence. The thought of you assisting him with his revenge made him elated. The smile he usually wore was now a genuine one. He must make his move before he loses sight of you.
You grabbed your groceries and started to make your way home. When you were no longer in the alleyway, you were closer to home than you had been. You were at the part of your journey home where you were the only one in the area.
Izana stood in front of you. His orchid eyes almost seemingly staring into the dark caverns of your soul. “Good evening to you,” Izana greeted solemnly.
“Uh,” you paused for a moment. “Good evening to you too…I guess.”
“I saw you fight the guys back in the alley,” he admitted. “I admire your strength.”
“Uh, thanks?”
He stepped closer to you. “I’m the boss to a group called Tenjiku. I would like for you to join us, we could use your strength.”
You stared at him in thought. You took a moment to think about your answer. “Thanks for the offer, but I'll think about it.”
“Very well, I look forward to your answer. Let's meet again here soon.”
“OK.”
After you said that you went back to making your way home. Izana could only turn around and watch you leave. Once again, he was elated at your audacity to not outright join Tenjiku. He's not worried though; he'll get you to be his subordinate in Tenjiku. Even if he has to resort to drastic measures. If you do join, maybe you could have him scare your boss a little.
My sister requested this story! I absolutely loved writing this! If you enjoyed this story as well, feel free to send me a request! Currently, I don't do NSFW stories, I don't know how to write those just yet, I lack the knowledge to.
Word count: 1,565
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Being Draken’s younger half-sister came with some perks, for one, you were a well-known duo. For two, all the dudes that knew what was good for them, knew not to mess with you; however, the brave ones who didn't care still chose to pick a fight with you. For three, you get to be a member of Toman, and you have some awesome friends that have your back. The fourth and last perk was the ability to grow closer to the one and only, Keisuke Baji. The one perk that being Draken's younger half-sister didn't give you was, unfortunately, Baji being unable to show his affection for you in front of others. Showing affection in public? Wasn't in his programming, if he was a computer. Someone clearly forgot to install that feature. You didn't mind though because you knew he loved you, in his own way, and he knew you loved him. It took a lot of back and forth banter to get him to admit that he liked you to your face.
“Tell me that you love me,” you demanded playfully. You both were sitting on the floor in his room.
“Are you stupid or something!?” he barked defensively. “I don't love you. I've never loved you. We're just friends, got that?”
The way his face went reddish-pink told you everything you needed to know. It made your heart swoon, and the butterflies in your stomach performed pirouettes. You watched him play off his little lie by looking away from you. You could only giggle.
Baji tries to deny that he likes you, but he's not fooling anyone. Draken knows it, Mikey knows it, and so does everyone else in Toman. It's pretty wild if even his mom knows it. They try to get him to openly admit it, but he swears up and down that you're just friends. But, that's neither here nor there now. At the present moment, you stood in his room, silently watching him put on his jacket. You managed to persuade him to go watch a horror movie with you at the theater. You had to act like you were a member of the debate club to get him to agree. A frown, unlike his usual one, resided on his face. He was infuriated by you and your dumb ideas.
“Do we really have to wear matching jackets?” he questioned. His voice’s tone was a key indicator that he was unamused. “It's gonna give people the wrong idea.”
“And what wrong idea would that be?” you asked while pretending to not know what he meant.
He glared at you like you just suggested the dumbest idea in the whole world. “We're gonna look like a couple,” he retorted mockingly.
“Don't be silly! ‘Friends’ match clothes all the time!”
Baji scoffed at your jab, and rolled his eyes. His scowl grew even more. You understood that his actions were him giving up on the lovely debate between you two.
The walk to the theater was eventful as ever. It also involved the two of you bickering over random things. One of the subjects happened to be over which seats to choose. You suggested sitting in the front row for the best viewing. He argued that you'll just be complaining about your neck hurting because you had crane your neck up to see the screen. So, because he pointed that out, he suggested that you sit in the third row. His logic was that you'll be close enough to see the screen, but far enough that you don't hurt your neck. You didn't like that idea because too many people would be blocking the screen, and it was too far, so you suggested the first row again. He sighed deeply, pointed out that your idea was a terrible one, and then suggested the second row. His logic was that it's not too far or too close to the screen, and there wouldn't be too many people blocking the screen. You had to think about it for a moment, but then you agreed to sit in the second row. He looked smug, a little too smug, for his own good.
When you and Baji arrived at the theater, you had the unfortunate luck of starting another argument. This time it was over what snacks to get. You both were passionate about what snacks you wanted.
“Popcorn is a definite choice,” Baji insisted sternly. He picked up a red package of candy. “I think we should get these.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “No,” you retorted mockingly. You then picked up a lime green package of sour candy. “We're getting these.”
He took a deep breath. “You're only suggesting those because they're your favorites!”
You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest while leaning forward towards him. “So what if I am choosing them because they're my favorites? Is that a crime? What? Are you the candy police, now?”
He glared at you and scowled. “So what if I am the candy police? What’re you gonna do about it?”
You put your hands on your hips, and glared right back at him. If he could give you an even more dirty look, he would, but how he was staring at you currently is all that he could muster. You both stayed like that for a good few minutes.
Baji rolled his eyes once again. “Fine,” he groaned while leaning his head back. He grabbed a random package. “Let's get these instead.”
“...Keisuke…” you said warningly.
“(Y/N), since we're on a first name basis.”
You objected to that suggestion too. It was a bit longer before you both relented and just decided to get a little bit of everything. What really happened was that Baji gave up and said to get a little bit of everything. That was finally the end to your incessant bickering, for now, at least. You were so happy with that idea, so you could say you won that debate. You finally made your way to your seats; you sat directly in the middle of the second row. You both plopped down in your seats as other moviegoers made their way into the auditorium. The movie started when everyone was seated.
It wasn't even thirty minutes into the movie when a highly expected, by you and Baji, jumpscare popped up and caused you to latch onto his arm. He made a low sound as a warning to let him go, but you pretended to not notice. Two seconds later, a loud sound played which caused you to squeeze his arm.
“Let go of my arm,” Baji commanded in a whisper. He tried to shake your hands off him. “People can see us, you know!”
“It’s completely dark in here, so, no, they can't!” you snapped in a whisper.
He had to pry your hands off his arm. He gently shoved your hands towards your lap. Your hands were kind of soft though. Would he admit that to anyone? No, of course not, it just wasn't his style. But, your soft hands did linger in his mind a bit too long for his liking.
Some of the other jumpscares were practically predictable, except for one, and once again you grabbed his arm. Yes, he noticed that you grabbed his arm. He only sighed in his head, and gave up completely on trying to get you to not grab onto him. So, he just left your warm hand there on his arm. Another win for your debate score, if you were keeping count, which you were.
At the end of the movie, the girl, who was the main character, did something absolutely stupid. She had broken the number one rule in a horror movie: never look back while running from the entity you are running from. That annoyed Baji to no end. He kept ranting about it as you were making your way out of the theater.
“Absolutely stupid,” Baji sneered. “Anyway, what’d you wanna do now?”
“Hm,” you thought for a moment. “I'm hungry! Let's go eat something.”
“You're really hungry?” he asked in disbelief. “After all the snacks you just ate awhile ago?”
You rolled your eyes this time. “Whaaat? I can't help it!” you exclaimed while grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I'm a foodie!”
He laughed unamusedly. “Wanna eat dinner at my place?” Baji inquired. A smirk played on his handsome face. “I'm sure mom wouldn't mind, and it should be almost ready?”
The happiest look decorated your face. You threw your hands into the air. “Absolutely yes!”
He shook his head at how happy you were. You began to make your way to Baji’s house. Your mischievous self had gotten the bright idea to jokingly grab his hand.
“What is wrong with you!?” Baji shouted. His face donned the reddish-pink color again. “We're friends, remember!?”
You only giggled because of his reaction. You knew he loved you. Would he admit that? No, but he doesn't need to because his mom knows, Draken knows, and so does everybody else. But, teasing him was fun for everyone to do. His mom and Chifuyu are the worst when it comes to teasing him about his feelings for you. All in all, you both happily, mostly you because Baji was flustered, made your way to his house to have a wonderfully delicious dinner.
I wanna see what everyone's favorite DMC fic of mine is the overall favorite! So please vote in the poll, and if you haven't read them yet I'll link the masterlist so you can! I'm still trying to write another story, but I've been busy (started writing it 1 year ago and not even halfway done 😞). I've also decided to do asks, so feel free to send me one (please don't request anything NSFW).
Hello! I'm back with another scenario; please disregard it if it has already been done. My brother gave me one part of the idea, and I just expanded on it! On one of the floors of the Shinra building, the elevator is not working, so everyone in the building has to take the stairs on that floor. The funny and unfortunate part of taking those stairs is it trips everyone who steps on a certain part. How do you think everyone reacts? Do you think Sephiroth would be the one person who knows that the stairs trip people? Thank you in advance!! Have a great rest of your day!
Sephiroth was the first to notice it. He’d been on his way back from R&D with too much on his mind and, since he rarely got a moment to himself, had taken the stairs instead of the elevator to think. Then he noticed a faulty step.
After testing it and confirming it was, in fact, a tripping hazard, he called building maintenance. They informed him it would be a few hours before anyone could fix it. So he took this as a matter of civic responsibility, and decided he should remain there to warn people so no one got hurt.
The unexpected consequence was that, for once, no one was asking anything of him. So he bought a soda from the vending machine, sat down beside the staircase with a pocket novel he never got the chance to read, and settled in for what was shaping up to be the most peaceful afternoon of his month.
Then—
*Angeal trips on the faulty step and crashes hard across the staircase*
Sephiroth, not looking up: Watch your step.
Angeal, from the floor: I ALREADY FELL.
*Sephiroth takes a sip of his soda and turns the page. A few moments later, Genesis comes up the stairs. He trips just as badly and lands directly on top of Angeal*
Genesis: OW!
Sephiroth: Careful, the step is faulty.
Genesis: YOU DON’T SAY.
*Then Zack bounds up the stairs at full speed*
Zack: Hey, what’s everyo—WOAH!
*He trips and sprawls over Genesis and Angeal*
Sephiroth: Watch your step.
Zack: Alright, I will! :D
Angeal: YOU’RE ON MY ARM.
Zack: Sorry, sorry!
Angeal, glaring up at Sephiroth: Okay, if you’re trying to warn people, could you perhaps do it before they fall instead of sitting there like an idiot? With your soda and your book that are SO important??
Sephiroth: …
*Angeal shoves everyone off, gets up, takes one more step— trips so violently on the next faulty step that he fully tumbles down the flight of stairs in a series of pained grunts*
Genesis: There are TWO BROKEN STEPS?!
Sephiroth: I said watch your step. You all just assumed I meant the first one.
Genesis: Why would anyone assume you meant the second one when we all tripped on the first?! That makes no bloody sense! Did you not trip on it??
Sephiroth: I didn’t even trip on the second one. I’m sorry I’m perfect.
My little sister bought me "The Count of Monte Cristo" as a present because she knows how obsessed I am of the one from fate grand order. (That's my husbando! Well at least one of the many. Lol) Thanks sis for fueling my obsession even more!!! 😂
Me and my sister @xxxjayexxx did a skit/scenario about Kaiba last night, and we laughed so much about it. I told her I could write stories about Kaiba, so I did! Also, the part were he mentions you're learning was inspired by a Katseye video my sister showed me! Here you go, sis!
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To work for Seto Kaiba is like working for someone who actually cares about their employees. It usually doesn't happen often, and when it does happen it's a little strange. When everyone found out that you, of all people he could've chosen, got hired by him, they were so surprised. They all thought that Kaiba was severely sick because he's very picky about who works for him. You first started as an intern, but he liked your work ethic and hired you as a full time employee or so he claimed. It was even surprising you got to be an intern. You were doing very mundane tasks at first, but then your tasks started to get more important. You are now regretting your decision to join Kaiba Corporation as an employee.
Kaiba comes storming in through the door. His voice was loud and abrasive as he was giving “tough criticism” to another employee. You liked to call it “touch criticism” to make it sound positive and make it seem like he isn't yelling at someone to tell them what they've done wrong. Working for Kaiba was, or even is, an experience you wouldn't recommend to someone. You were at your desk filling out reports.
“Intern with me,” Kaiba called while walking by. “Now!”
You jumped a little bit because you were not expecting him to call you. Even though you were now an employee, he still called you an intern and honestly you chose not to say anything. The last time a Kaiba Corp employee tried to correct him they were met with “you’re fired immediately” and were told to walk out the door ashamed of themselves because of their actions. The ego is strong with this one, you thought, goodness.
You scrambled to your feet and unfortunately knocked over a big stack of papers that fell with a loud thud. You were going to pick them up, but you had to follow Kaiba. You were confused on which you were to do first. Kaiba doesn't like it when things fall, especially if they're of importance. You went ahead and chose to pick them up.
“Worry about those later, Intern,” Kaiba ordered gruffly. “My orders were strictly to follow me, understood?”
“Yes, sir!” You acknowledged. You were slightly nervous because he could fire you at any second.
“Then stop flirting with time, and follow me.”
You both walked to the elevator and got into it. He pushed a button and the doors closed. The elevator started going to the floor he specifically chose. You realized it was the floor that had the simulator that he was working on. A developing technology that he was creating in order to beat a certain someone in a duel. These were purely only rumors you heard from the others. The elevator made a ding sound and the doors opened. He started to walk again with you following behind him. He stopped at a closed door and used a key card to open it.
The room that held the simulator was huge. You had never been to this floor or this room. It was filled with all sorts of gadgets. Computers lined a few of the walls, there was a desk that was near the door you just walked through, and by one of the walls was a fancy couch. The couch was close to the simulator.
“It's time you stopped doing paperwork,” Kaiba walked to the desk and picked up a clipboard for a second. “And started doing real work.”
“Uh—” You began. You were confused.
“Don't ‘uh’ me, Intern,” he remarked viciously. “Get over there to the simulator!”
“O–ok!”
You ran over to the simulator. You put on a temporary prototype dual disk made for the simulator. The simulator booted up and covered the room in a soft blue glow. The person, your soon to be opponent in a duel, was the very person he wanted to defeat in a duel.
“You're going to duel several opponents,” Kaiba explained. “By dueling, you'll be collecting valuable data. So, you're going to duel Yugi first.”
“I’ve never dueled before!” You shouted.
“You'll learn, so get to dueling, Intern! This is purely just a trial run, so regardless whether you win or lose, you’ll provide valuable data. Although, it is preferred that you win.”
Was that supposed to comfort you? You weren't quite sure. It only made you even more nervous. Like you said, you had never dueled before. You didn't even have a deck.
“I've provided you with a perfectly curated deck inspired by my own,” Kaiba stated plainly. “It should be easy to use even for a beginner like you.”
After what felt like five hours, you somehow managed to win. You could have lost, but Kaiba in his own weird way assisted you slightly. He wrote down something on the clipboard.
“You may have a break,” Kaiba said as he went to one of the computers.
You sighed a long sigh and made your way to the couch. Big mistake on your part because that sigh didn't go unnoticed, and now cost you greatly. He was still typing away on the computer.
“Back to testing,” he announced sharply. “This time you'll be going against someone easy.”
You didn't even get to sit down. Your legs are tired from standing so long. Your feet hurt slightly, and he didn't even give you a proper break. Somewhere along the way the simulator glitched, and he didn't like that at all. This time you were going against Joey Wheeler.
You won that duel to which you were rewarded with another break. You sighed again and were told to go back to testing the simulator. This went on several times until your latest win. Instead of sighing like the past several instances, you hurried up and ran to the couch.
Kaiba crossed his arms and stared at you. “So, you're learning, I don't like it,” Kaiba pointed out. “Get up!”
You reluctantly got up, and made your way to the simulator. He watched your every move. He was very observant.
“Congratulations, Intern,” he mocked. “You get no more breaks from here on out!”
