Lyria Kay

Mainly going to post fanfics, cross posted on ao3

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Lyria Kay's Masterlist

A repertory of all my writings, for easier access. You can find them on AO3 too.

RDR2 :

Hosea/reader - "slow winter's day"

DMC :

Vergil/reader - long fic (link to first chapter)

FFXV :

Ardyn/reader - drabble

Ardyn/reader - small fluff

Death Stranding :

Higgs Monaghan/reader - "You had to start again, uh?"

COE33 :

Renoir/reader - angst

Dessendre family imagine : father's day

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Hosea x reader - slow winter's day

Purely self-indulgent, I’m super late and new to the RDR2 fandom, but it’s the only game I’m playing nowadays and the only one I plan on playing for this year. Slowly getting attached to Hosea. I’m still at the beginning of the story so bear with me.

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Winter, the month were nature goes to sleep. For you, it feels like everything slows down. It’s much harder to travel when the roads are covered in snow, both by foot and on horseback. And let’s not even talk about carriages. Luckily, the gang found a nice place to stay. An abandoned miner’s village. You’re sitting aside the chimney, fire lazily cracking in its mouth. Snow’s pretty, but with it comes cold. And cold has the nasty ability to take all your energy away. You feel tired, mood down in your socks, there’s nothing much to be done than to wait. You thought you were actually going to fall asleep on your chair when a raspy voice cut through your foggy mind.

“Not getting too comfortable now, are you?”

You could hear the smile in his voice before even turning to look at the man.

“I would never without ya, Hosea.” You chuckled. Out of all the members of the Vand Der Linde, Hosea was the one you were the closest with. You two had a good dynamic, and you just… came to care about this old man. He sat beside you, pulling a chair to do so. Even with the fire, the back of the air was still a bit chilly.

“Damn weather…” You grumble, shivering a bit. As if on cue, Hosea coughs. It’s a gritty sound, one that always makes your brows furrow. “You sure you’re alright old man?”

His coughing continued for a bit, until he could answer with a tired smirk.

“As well as one can be in these freezing times. I recon I am more used to snow than you, though.”

“Maybe.” You muttered, shifting in your chair to face the fire fully again, crossing your arms around your chest trying to warm yourself up a bit more. You heard the sound of fabric being ruffled and the chair’s wood crissing against the floor. Then you felt soft fabric being warped around your neck. Hands appearing into your peripheric view. That made you chuckle, though the gesture was unexpected.

“H-hey, what do you think you’re doing?” You caught one of his hands before he could pull away. His fingers felt rough and dry under yours, marked by time and work. That made him laugh, though it quickly turned into a cough.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You need it more than me Hosea.” You argued, trying to get the scarf off you. But this time he was the one stopping you, stepping from behind the chair, looking down at you with a serious look although not unkind.

“Don’t, my coat is warmer than yours.” And to prove his point, he just closed it properly, all the way up. When you did not make any more movement to pull the scarf away, he went back to sit on his chair, and you just pulled the piece of fabric up to cover the silly smile that blossomed on your lips.

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Vergil/reader - Chapter 3, two

Chapter 3, one

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Some days later, you were back. You did, after all, need money. You could not let your distaste towards Vergil impact your work. Plus, you were now ready to bite back at the man, fully set on making him pay for your hurt feelings. Somehow your mind had ended up painting an image of him that was worse than the one he had given. As you entered the office, you noticed a red coat hanging but no sight of the blue coat you hoped to see. Just your luck, Vergil was out. Dante was at his desk though and pretended to have seen a ghost.

“Whoa, who’s that I see? A revenant?”

You gave him an unamused face. “Ah ah, you wish.”

Dante shook his head, chuckling. “Never, I prefer you alive, would you doubt it?”

“Don’t worry, I know you have a heart. Unlike some…” You snarled the end. From the corner of your eye, you saw Vergil’s empty chair and decided to make good use of this opportunity. “If you’re looking for him, he should be back soon. I don’t have any gig up for the taking now.”

You nodded, though couldn’t help but retort. “You were the only face I wanted to see.” To which Dante cooed, putting his hand to his heart. But when he saw where you were heading he got puzzled. “I don’t think you should do that.” He voiced his worry.

You shrugged and plumped in Vergil’s empty place. “Don’t care”.

“He’s going to be annoyed.” Dante grumbled not wanting to deal with that today.

“I hope he will.” You said to yourself.

Opening your book, you started reading.

After some time, half an hour you’d say, Vergil finally came back. He had been out buying some groceries, at Dante’s request. Or well, the two brothers had agreed on chore planning, and it was Vergil’s time to do so. It had been a subject of dissension between the two, once again. Because Vergil is quite possessive when it comes to his belongings. And at first, when he was the one buying stuff, as silly as it may sound, he absolutely refused to let Dante eat anything without his supervision. Eventually, his brother managed to get him to understand that they could always buy more if needed and that food was for everyone, no matter who bought it. But Vergil argued, and rightly so, that if Dante finished the food before the end of the week, he’d be the one going back to the market. Dante did have a huge appetite after all. And he could eat the whole stock just to mess with him. Did so once or twice. Vergil did not eat much, years passed in hell having unsurprisingly shaped his appetite.

As Dante had predicted, he did not take too kindly to the sight of you in the chair he absolutely considered his.

“Back from your impromptu vacations.” He stated, walking up to you. You pretended to ignore him, lifting the book you held slightly. Vergil frowned at your silence. Dante rubbed his temple, understanding what you were doing. Why was he surprised, you always were the type to hold grudges.

“This is my chair.” Vergil insisted, fully expecting you to move. But you answered nothing again, not sparing him a glance. Unbothered by his now towering presence. He was about to push more when you finally spoke up.

“’The Clod of Clay heard the Worm’s voice & raised her pitying head’.” You spoke, finally lifting your head along your words to meet his eyes with your own, a mean glint in them. You smirked as the sentence brought out of Vergil exactly the reaction you hoped. A distraught glint flashed through his eyes before he frowned, lips twitching.

“Say that again?” His voice was clipped. You had never seen this man show many emotions, but you could tell you were pushing the right buttons. You held his gaze this time, complying with his request.

“’The Clod of Clay heard the Worm’s voice & raised her pitying head’, poetry by William Blake, ever heard of it?” You taunted him, snapping the book shut. Vergil’s eyes shot to it, sure enough he recognized the copy of Blakes’ poetry. So, you want to play this game, he thought. He felt both intrigued to find you read Blake and angry that you’d use his favorite author’s verse to insult him. But he contained himself, Vergil is not a man of impulse, he knows better than to play in your game.

“William Blake, yes, as a matter of fact, I have heard of him. I recon my time as V made it obvious.” He replied, knowing he had you. Of course, the bastard remembered. “Caught your interest too, it seems”, he raised an eyebrow.

But you could read in between the lines, he was clearly insinuating that you had started to read Blake because of him. For him. Could he suspect that last bit? And you couldn’t deny it. If it hadn’t been for him, you would never have started to read poetry. Much less this type. You stood up, anger flaring again as you felt he had beaten you again. But you aren’t done yet.

“I knew of Blake before meeting you.” You spat. “The world doesn’t revolve around you.” Yeah, anger management wasn’t your best quality. The more you speak, the more insults flood into your mind. Would you dare say them? Dantre seemed to believe so and decided to intervene before you could go too far.

“Hey (Y/N), what d’you say about a sparing match? Been a long time since we fought against each other. You know I’ve missed it?” He got up.

You fixed Vergil one last time with the most disdain you could muster, before taking your sword that was still lying against the chair.

“I guess I have nothing better to do.” And with that, you and Dante left. There aren’t any training rooms in the building, and Dante always prefers fighting in wide space. Allow a wider range of movements, better for a friendly fight and avoid breaking anything of value.

Vergil was left to reflect on his own. To be frank, he did not understand you. He had noticed your many attempts at getting his attention, but now… You tried to piss him off? He did not see how this could benefit you of any kind, and what doesn’t make you improve is of little importance in his mind. So why would you put such time into something useless?

He wasn’t stupid, reading poetry required time. Especially to be able to use it purposefully like you did. You don’t find the right verse in the snap of a finger. Well, he could, but that was because he knew the poems by heart. It was all he had read for years, after all. And he knew that was not your case. Well, now he was interested. Your anger, the way you had seemed so hurt when he called out your weakness. In a way, though he wouldn’t admit it, he saw his past self in that kind of reaction. The hate towards one’s own weakness. This anger that had pushed him to become stronger. Dante’s words echoed in his mind. ‘Friends, it’s nice to have some’. How do you gain friends? Vergil saw only one way. By giving them what they want and obtaining something in return. The word friends did not make much sense for him. It felt foreign. He’ll go and look for the definition eventually, he thought. And with all that in mind, he left the DMC building too.

You and Dante had been fighting for a while when Vergil arrived. Dante had made the right call, you did need some exercise, a way to let out some steam. And Dante’s goofiness brought a smile to your face. You held your ground against him; he did not go easy on you but always held back to make the fight fair. Dante was happy to spare with you, and so were you. Many fond memories had been made in the dance of clashing weapons. He was, after all, the one who taught you everything you knew about swords and guns. The latter were never used between you two though, for even if Dante could recover in no time, a bullet could be fatal for you. He was the first to notice Vergil observing you two.

“Hey Verge, what’cha doing here?” he called out. That startled you, and you almost stumbled. Straightening up, you glared in the direction of Dante’s gaze. Just great, he had to come and ruin the moment, uh?

“I wanted to see for myself what… our friend here could do.”

“Friend?! My ass! Dante yes, you, no, asshole.” And just like that, you were pissed again. The dude has the audacity to call you a friend when he’s been nothing but cold towards you. No can do; you won’t let him undermine you any longer. Not like he has done much, but the little that happened was already too much.

“If you want to see my skills, don’t be a coward, let’s fight.” You called out to him. Dante turned to you with wide eyes, then back to Vergil. Well, the best way to break the ice between you two is to melt it away, he thought. He wasn’t worried, he knew Vergil wouldn’t be reckless. And you would not be able to kill him even if you tried. So, he lifted his hands into the air and backed away.

“The place is yours, brother. But don’t underestimate her.”

Your words had hit yet another chord in him. Him, a coward? Never.

“You don’t know what you are asking for. Don’t say I did not warn you. You may be used to fight with Dante, but I am nothing like my brother.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you ended up fighting the legendary Vergil Sparda in a, more or less, friendly duel.

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Genesis doodle

Just a doodle, trying to get better with anatomy.

I don't have much time to write... But I haven't given up !

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FFVII Crisis Core

I've realized something. See Lazard Deusericus ? The director of SOLDIER ? There are no x reader fanfics about him! We only see him in CC, but come on. You can't tell me Hojo has fanfics and him not.

I'd be so curious to read about him. Anyone out there shares the feeling?

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Ideas, ideas...

Don't worry, the next part of the Vergil story is coming. But I've been having ideas for two potential stories with two different characters.

Ardyn from FFXV

Tseng from FFVII

Does anyone want content for these two? Feels like the tags for them are a bit dead. Thought there would be more fanfictions about Tseng with the FFVII Remake.

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Vergil/reader - Chapter 3, one

Chapter 2, two

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Anger is one kind of an emotion, but it always seems to carry a friend with it. Shame. That’s what you felt right now, as you anger left, you felt ashamed by your reaction. The burning water of your shower unable to take your mind off the previous events.

You knew that the way you had let Vergil’s words impact you only proved in his eyes that you were weak. Screaming does not make you seem strong; it shows that you are losing. And what did you have to lose? Pride. Vergil stepped all over it without even trying. As you dried yourself and made your way to your usual seat, you felt positively sulking. You were so curious about Vergil, V having made a good impression on you. Now you were starting to miss the black-haired man. How could these two be the same? You had fought with V, he was by far more friendly than the man now in your life. In his own weird way, at least they both shared that. Weird and always nose deep in a book. But where did the softness in V go? So far, you haven’t seen this part in Vergil. From the very beginning, he kept insulting you. He ignored your greeting the first day, always judged your reading preferences, almost never in a positive way at that and completely dismissed you on the battlefield. Forget your previous feelings, you were beginning to seriously dislike him. You made a mental note to tell Dante never to put you two in a mission together. Now, you had to change your mind, do something else. Instinctively, you reached for the novel you had started. But as soon as you realized what object you had in your hands, you threw it on the couch. Reading made you think of Vergil now, that wouldn’t do. It frustrated you even more. But your thoughts began to take a turn for the best. Or the worst. There was no way you’d challenge Vergil in a regular fight. Pride did not make you blind. You already struggle enough against Dante. You wanted to reclaim your honor, and you wanted to be sure to have a chance at it. Now if you could not stand up to Vergil’s swordsmanship, there was one battlefield where you had equal chances. Wits and intellect. Blake’s poetry. With a mean smirk, you stood up and snatched the copy from the shelf it collected dust on.

“William Blake, your poetry will become my best weapon. I hope you wrote some quality lines, don’t disappoint me.” You spoke to the cover. A part of you thought that was more childish than anything, but you were quick to make the thought disappear. Vergil looked down on your humanity, then you’ll look down on his demonic side. What could a man such as he could understand about poetry anyway? Did he have any sensitivity? If he had, you had yet to see it. So, you spent hours if not your whole night reading poetry, picking lines here and there to remember, committing passages to memory. The next day, you continued reading, determined to go through it all before coming back to the DMC building.

Meanwhile, Dante and his brother spent some time together. Not with weapons, for once. They got into an agonizingly long game of crosswords. It was to who would manage to fill the grid the most and the quickest. And would you believe it, Dante managed to get the advantage. That really pissed him off, especially since Dante wrote mostly false words. But out of nowhere, he found the right one. Every. Single. Time.

Okay, maybe Dante took a peek at the solution before starting, but hey! If he doesn’t say it, Vergil won’t know. Right?

“Dante! You can’t possibly know the word to that definition. Admit it, you’re cheating.” A stern voice cut the red twin’s thought.

“C’mon Verge, you know I wouldn’t.”

“I know you would.”

With a guilty expression he raised his hands up. “Welp, I admit, couldn’t resist the temptation”, then a smirk, “so if we’re done with the intellectual test, can we pass to the physical test?”

Dante just couldn’t help it, the annoyed expression on his brother’s face sending him back to their childhood. More than once he had missed it. The simplicity of it all. Though Vergil did not say anything, he could see the same longing in his brother’s behavior. When he thought Dante wasn’t watching or paying attention. It was a good sign, that meant their relationship was improving.

“Are you unable to distract yourself by anything else than picking up fights with me, brother?”

“But it’s so much fun. Well then, will you tell me what happened yesterday? Come on, she’s not even here today. That’s unusual.

No.

No what? No, you won’t tell me or no, that’s not unusual?

No, to both. It isn’t unusual for someone not to come to work.

Like you know what’s usual for someone or not. How did you piss her off?

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Vergil…

I only said out loud what we both knew.

As in… Telling her how strong you are and that being two was useless.

Exactly. Her help was not needed; this job was an easy task.

You told her that? Damn man, did it even cross your mind that she did not need your help either? I did not tell you ‘Vergil, go get rid of demons with (Y/N)’s help’ or (Y/N) here’s a job for ya and Vergil’s coming to help’. I said, ‘here’s a mission for you two, please take it.’” Dante crossed his arms disapprovingly. As Vergil was opening his mouth to reply, he stopped him.

“And don’t tell me you see no difference with these sentences. I won’t believe you.”

A bit of silence passed. Dante could see the thoughts in Vergil’s head swirling. Sometimes he wished his powers included mind reading.

“You know I am not accustomed to partnership on the battlefield…” The words feel out of Vergil’s lips, quieter than he wanted to.

“You are not accustomed to partnership at all.” Dante rectified jokingly. The pointed look his brother gave him made it clear that this was not the time for that. Dante lifted his hands in the air. “All I’m saying is, you’re not in hell anymore. You’re not alone anymore, Verge. Having friends’ a nice thing, ya know.”

“Friends… is it really?”

“You’ll understand.”

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Ahh sorry for the long wait ! Motivation comes and go, lots of things are happening two. Trying to continue this as best I can tho ! I too have to get Blake's book away from my shelf's dust... I'm trying to get better at dialogs btw, don't hesitate to give me your thoughts !

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Higgs Monaghan/reader : You just had to start again, uh?

A.N: So, I watched Death stranding 1 and 2 in the spawn of two weeks, absolutely loved it, I understand that not playling and just watching makes me miss out on the experience, but it usualy is enough for me just watching. Though this time it made me want to play DS2 by myself. Rare are the games that make me want to play them after having watched them.

I ended up kinda liking Higgs through it all. And, I mean, he does have a pretty face. So I wrote a little something. I'm going to be offline for a while, couldn't leave without a little something. When I come back it'll be with the next part of the DMC fic !

Enjoy !

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Your screen is shining brightly in the dimming light of your room, landscapes of wasteland and Sam running through it captivating all of your attention. As you were crossing a canyon looking area in America, tar suddenly formed on the ground. You scrunched your nose, you never liked when it appeared. It made it harder to move and usually meaning you'd have to fight BTs. But this time, no BTs in sight, only one man, levitating out of the tar. He wore a black cloak, hood down so you could see his eyes, the lower part of his face hidden by a golden skull mask.

"Oh Sam, poor Sam, running around all day… You should take a break, I mean it." Higgs said, looking straight to the camera with that last sentence.

That gave you a chill. You had been playing for hours, starting after lunch and now, the sun was setting. You hadn't noticed time passe, too engrossed in the game. Actually, you had already finished it, but you decided to come back to it and start again. On your first walkthrough, you did not do all of the side content and this time, you were dead set on achieving as much as you could. Sure enough, that cutscene was new to you. You did not remember seeing it before, so you simply thought this was a side quest or a goofy event that unlocks under specific circumstances. Still, that look he sent at the camera… and what Higgs said? You felt a bit exposed. But you brushed it off, that was just a weird coincidence. But as you tried to make Sam advance again, another 'cinematic' started to play.

"No no no darling, I don't think you got me well." He took his mask off. "Go, fucking, away." Again, he gave that off putting look at the camera.

You started to get annoyed, cutscenes are great, but just for that? As long as there isn't one again after two steps, it's good, you told yourself. But too bad for you, that's exactly what happened. Though, it was a bit weird, you could still control Sam's movements, but the camera was locked on Higgs.

"Are you deaf? Or just annoying on purpose? Or stupid." He could barely hide his smirk, but then frowned when you ignored him, complaining that the developers had left a bug in the game and trying to move Sam far away to try and unlock the camera.

"You're really going to make me do that, uh?" He shook his head in disappointment, then snapped his fingers. Now, everything seemed frozen in time, Sam not responding anymore to your controller. Higgs took all of your screen, as if the camera had zoomed in on him, or did he walk closer to it?

He laughed. "Yes, I like that startled face. Come on sugarplum, show me more." He licked his lips with a grin. Your disgusted reaction made him laugh all the more.

"Aren't you happy? This is what you wanted, no? Oh, don't lie to me, I've seen your search history. Higgs Monaghan x reader, really?" His eyes shone with a threatening glint, he was enjoying this, and you were both afraid and confused, this was way too realistic. What the hell is going on?

"If you want to know, I'll indulge you darling. Just this once. What is going on is that you, his voice took an angry tone, decided to come back here and make us all go through this hell all. over. again."

Your eyes widened. Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with your game. Higgs took some steps back, widening his arms.

"Now I'm not saying you are wrong for doing this, after all we are just a game to you." You could hear the taunt in his voice, the disdain. Then, he disappeared. And in the blink of an eye, you could feel his breath on the back of your ear.

"So allow me to become… just a bit more."

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Vergil/reader - Chapter 2, two

Second part: Chapter 2, one

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The next day, you got assigned to a duo mission, the usual stuff, except for one little detail. Vergil was you partner. Oh well, you thought, how bad could it be? Maybe with your silent exchange, Vergil would actually tell you a word, hold a conversation. Eh, he did tell you a word, just not what you were expecting. He did not argue with Dante, that would have been pointless. But once you two arrived on the mission’s spot, well…

“So that’s were the demons have been last spotted. So… how d’you want to proceed?” You tried to start a conversation, and mostly to see what kind of teamwork was his go-to. Foolish you.

“I don’t need you, I am perfectly able to complete this myself. This is a loss of time and energy, Dante should have assigned you to another mission.” And just like that, he walked past you with absolutely no intention to cooperate.

You followed him, not backing down. Who did he think he is, dismissing you like that? He had no right to disrespect you like this.

“Hey! There’s a ‘we’ in teamwork, you know. Do you ever stop being so rude? At least tell me what you plan to do.”

He sighs, as if you were annoying him. “I am not being rude, I am being objective. You are human, thus you cannot be as strong as me, let alone stronger. So, I don’t need you. And if you need me, that is even less reason for me to need you.”

Now that hit where it hurts. You had always been painfully aware of the unbridgeable gap between you and Dante. You knew even if you trained as much as could be, he’d always have something you’d never have. Same with Vergil. He was right, physically, genetically even, you were inherently weaker than them. They were half human, half demon. Heck, they could recover from wounds in seconds, while your skin took days sometimes weeks to heal simple bruises. It frustrated you and irremediably made anger boil in your chest. And we all know, when anger strikes, we never say what we think we should have.

“Alright then, you do you, I do me. I don’t even need your shitty help.” And without waiting for a reply, you took a turn to the left, walking with great strides to both get away quickly from Vergil and find those troublemakers so you could be done with this job. You did find some, getting rid of them as quickly as you could. It wasn’t too hard a job, Once you were done with those you encountered, you simply left to go back to the headquarters, fully trusting that Vergil could handle whatever was left, if any. After all, he had made it clear that he could handle himself. And he sure did. Though what you did not notice was that when you had left, instead of going right as you imagined he would, he followed you. He did not really know why. He hadn’t really meant to offend you. Sure, he disliked Dante’s teasing, and tried to convince himself he wanted to have no business with you, so he did try in a way to get you off his back. But now that he had what he wanted, it… did not feel right? He did not regret any of his words, after all he only said the truth. But gooddammit, did you have to react like that? He decided that he followed you only to make sure you did not die on his watch. Dante liked you too much, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. And you were a friend of Nero. After you left, he did take care of a few that were still lingering there.

When he came back, Dante was at his usual spot, reading some filthy magazine. Vergil walked up to him. “Task completed, you can tell your customer.”

“Ah, Vergil, took your sweet time! (Y/N) told me you had to go somewhere before heading back, where d’you go?”

“None of your business, Dante.” Then he added, “Next time, do refrain to put two swords on a one man’s work.” And headed upstairs most likely to go shower.

“Went that bad, uh?” Dante hummed to himself.

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Chapter 3, one

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Vergil/reader - Chapter 2, one

First part : Chapter 1

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“You are weak. Get up, or I’m ending this. Right here, right now.”

“I ain’t weak, you’re just, I don’t know, the son of the Legendary fucking knight Sparda.” You spat angrily at him, getting up with a frown and a barely repressed wince. He hadn’t gone easy on you.

But let’s rewind a bit. How did you end up in this situation again?

After that night, you did not see Vergil much. Not that you missed the occasions to do so; you were practically everyday at the office. Or Dante’s place. Or whatever you want to call it, since it’s the same building anyway. But he seemed to avoid socialization like the plague. Dante liked to complain about it, though he was also happy for it seemed Vergil still tried to do some effort. He had spent time with Nero, showing interest in meeting his girlfriend Kyrie. Both son and father tried to show interest in each other’s passions and whatnots, which apparently resulted in interesting events, or so Dante said. He himself spent some quality time with Vergil, koff koff more fighting sessions koff koff.

But he had yet to make an actual effort to get along with anyone else. Never spoke with Lady, had a word with Trish but that was it, and completely ignored that there was a world full of people outside the Devil May Cry. If he went out, he never spoke a word more than needed. You’d see his shadow passing through in the stairs, sometimes he’d be sitting in what you had come to understand was his now privatized chair. As always, reading. You wondered if it could be the key to spark up some ways to interact with him. Though you did not know much about his reading habits. What were the works he liked, what kind of literature, what author? Apart from Blake, it was a void. Sure, you had tried to look at the covers when you saw him read, but it was hard to do so without looking like an idiot. Trying to be subtle only got you so far, which was nowhere at all. You stayed without answers, and there was no way you would ask him directly. Or well, you would have, if that first interaction hadn’t been that catastrophic. Of course, Dante noticed all this. He pretended to be oblivious, until he just had to tease you about it. But deep down, it gave him some form of hope. Maybe your interest in Vergil would manage to break the ice. Truly, Dante cared a lot for his brother. He had made everything in his power for him to feel at ease in what he considered his home. All he wanted was for his brother to feel, him too, at home. But that would take time, and Vergil had to play the part. Vergil tried, but sometimes Dante felt like he wasn’t really putting in that much effort. They almost had a fight on this subject, a serious fight. But as always when it came to sensible matters, the brothers weren’t the best at handling it. Mainly, it was Dante that always ended up defusing the situation, dropping the subject, turning to jokes and laughing both of their way out of the imminent argument. It was not the most healthy dynamic, but as long as they could avoid it, no harms done, right? Amongst his teasing, Dante did give you good advices. Or well, tried to. He did suggest that you should just go and ask Vergil directly, but you were both too proud and anxious to do so.

But eventually you found an idea, or well, the idea found you. An afternoon, you came to chill out, and you brought a novel with you. Why read on your couch if you could squat someone else’s. Other people’s couches are always better than our owns. Vergil had been there too this time. You did not do it on purpose, but somehow Vergil managed to catch the title and probably the author of what you were reading. You heard him huff in a disapproving manner. At first, you weren’t sure if he had reacted to your choice of book, so to be sure, you came back next day with another one. Once again, when you took the object out of your bag, he made that same noise of discontentment. You were both annoyed at his frankly unneeded disapproval and somewhat joyous that you had managed to catch his attention, even slightly. Soon enough, it became a sort of habit. Almost a game between you two.

Or maybe you were overthinking this.

You’d come at the Devil May Cry with a book in hand every day, reading when there was nothing to do.  When Vergil was there, you’d read it in a way you were sure allowed him to get a look at the subject. So far, you had gotten three kinds of reactions : the displeased huff, the approving hum and the ‘I don’t know this one but it is probably bad’ condensing, curt, exhale. You had yet to bring your own copy of Blake’s poetry, frankly hoping for a miracle with this one, but not yet quite ready to take your chance. Of course, Dante had to laugh at this new habit of yours, pocking at you with “I didn’t know you read this much, new habit?”, which he had said loudly so that Vergil would hear. You would hit him with the book in your hands, turning it into a weapon to make Dante shut up. “No asshole, I just refrained from doing it in front of you not to insult your small intellect”, you answered, which was false of course, but Vergil did not need to know that. You enjoyed reading, but it is true that because of him you’d started reading much more than you lately did. You had not seen it, but your words made the corner of Vergil’s lips lift up. Dante noticed though, and it made him grin like an idiot. You got confused, and asked him why he was smiling all of a sudden. But before Dante could reply anything, Vergil snapped his book shut with a loud bang, shot a glare at Dante and you, which you did not understand either, and went up to his room.

“What was that?” You’d ask Dante, and he would shrug, though a mischievous smile tugged at his lips.  

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Note : Divided in two parts because else it is apparently too long for Tumblr.

Part 3 : Chapter 2, one-two

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Vergil/reader - Chapter 1 : First Meeting

Wanted to write something for Vergil, started as a oneshot idea, but in the end I'm going to make chapters. I probably won't be consistent, I don't know where I am going, but I'll try to write something good. More or less proof-read, I feel like it isn't as pleasent to read as I'd like, but practice makes better.

So yeah, here is some food for all the Vergil lovers out there. First chapter's setting up the story.

The night was dark and humid. You were waiting in front of the Devil May Cry building, recently renovated and in much better shape than you'd ever seen it. The name shined brightly on the facade, a red neon piercing through the rain. Dante had called you to come and spend time with the team some days ago. You had hesitated, not feeling in the mood for pizza and cheesy humor, but he always had a way to make you crack.

Though, this time, it was a bit particular.

You and Dante met a long time ago, also on a dark and humid night. You worked at a small pizzeria then, but it went bankrupt some months after that faithful meeting. You were on the last hour of your shift, clients had become sparse and most of your time was spent reading, waiting either for a command or to close shop and go home. You had started cleaning when a guy, red from head to toe with a sticky and pungent smell, barged into the store. You hadn't commented then, although the whole ordeal repulsed you. You were mostly annoyed at the mess he was making, staining the floor with this weird substance. Your stare must have given it away, for he gave you an apologetic look, mumbling something you half understood. "Demon blood" was all you heard, both unsettling and intriguing to you. You had taken his order, given him the pizzas, and that was it. You cursed at yourself that night, fully believing you had missed your chance, not taking his number or even his name. So when he came back a few days later, first you couldn't believe your eyes for he was much more handsome than what you had thought. Then, although you were a bit awkward, you tried to strike up a conversation with him. Eventually, he came back a third time then a fourth. He ended up becoming a regular,  claiming your pizzas were the best he had ever tasted. You two got along well. Dante was a showoff and an easy talker, eventually you came to learn about his job, about demons and all of these things you were previously oblivious to. Of course, you had heard about Sparda, but you thought it was a myth. Turns out, he was pretty much real, since you became friends with his son. When you lost your job, Dante offered to come and work for him. And the rest is history. Eventually, since working at the Devil May Cry came with a risk of being attacked by demons and such, Dante took it upon himself to teach you how to fight. Now, years later, you know how to handle yourself with a sword and guns. You are a devil hunter full time, though you still make pizzas for the group here and there. For free though.

Nowadays, you still worked for (or with) Dante. But since that incident with the Qliphoth, you’d been on your own. Taking a gig with Lady or his nephew Nero from time to time. You got along well with Nero, but you maybe enjoyed a bit too much treating him like a kid. What could you say, staying with Dante for so long, some of his personality was bound to rub off on you. Dante was gone for a huge while, you were a bit worried but the others told you that he left with his brother, Vergil. Family was a subject Dante avoided like the plague, so you didn’t know much about him. But you had to trust that they would be okay together. From the little information you managed to get, Vergil seemed to be the exact opposite of Dante, apart from the love for fights. They had come back a month ago, you’d meet up with Dante and the gang to celebrate his return. But you had yet to meet Vergil.

Which was exactly why you had accepted to come tonight. Because he was going to be there. You’d never admit it, (especially not to Dante), but you just died out of curiosity about his brother. Sure, he almost brought hell on earth, but that was just because he divided himself in two, right? Plus, you’d spent little time with V, his human side, and he seemed like an interesting guy. At least you knew for sure Vergil was a literate man, and that was cool. You took some time to look up William Blake’s work, since V kept quoting him twenty four/seven, you had to get a look for yourself. You found his poetry a bit obscure, but pleasant nonetheless.

The feeling of rain on your head woke you up from your thoughts. It was starting to rain again, unforgivingly fast. You hurried up inside, not really knowing why you were waiting in front of the building in the first place. You all but barged inside, not knocking or anything. After all, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel a bit like home to you. You saw Dante as family, subsequently everyone else too. Oddly enough, you felt a bit anxious about meeting with Vergil. Maybe that was what held you back from coming in right away. You wondered if he’d recognize you from his time as V. Not that he had much to remember anyway. All V  knew about you was your name, your face and that you could kick demon ass.

Your great entrance shifted all of the attention on you. Dante was the first one to react, standing up from his chair, his usual grin on.

“Heyyy! Look who’s finally here. We were starting to think you’d lost yourself or something. Been so long since we worked together you’ve already forgotten the way, huh? I’m hurt, thought you cared more than that, or you’ve got serious memory problems.” He jested. At least his little trip down to hell hadn’t killed his sense of humor. You felt like it made it even worse. But that was just your personal opinion. (Maybe shared by Trish and Lady.)

“Yeah well, what can I say, I have suuuuch a busy life with a lotta people to deal with.” You gave him a look, then a complicit grin formed on your lips. That was yours and Dante’s dynamic. He teased you and you gave him sarcastic answers, always playing along with the other’s joking.

Nero, Trish, Nico and Lady greeted you as you came to sit down with them on the couches. Pizza box were sprawled open on the small table, half of them already eaten. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed spending your evenings and nights like that. You enjoyed your peace, but too much solitude always ended up turning into loneliness, and some nights were just too much to bear. You didn’t want to look around like an idiot, but since you hadn’t seen Vergil yet, you couldn’t help but wonder where he was. No one seemed too eager to introduce you two, since you were basically the only one in the room that had yet to meet him for the first time, so an hour probably passed before you decided to just ask the damn question. When whatever debate Nico and Trish had died down, you spoke up before anyone could fill up the silence again.

“Hey so, where’s Vergil? I kinda have yet to meet him. For real I mean.”

A small silence stretched after that, half of them apparently being remembered that there was a seventh person in the room. Nero nudged his head to the side, directing your eyes to a side of the room where light reached less. And that’s when you saw him, sat in a chair, book in hand, absolutely not paying attention to the rest of you whatsoever.  

“Don’t worry, he’s always been like that. Dark and brooding in his corner. Reading something instead of having fun.” Dante shimmed in, raising slightly his voice at the end, trying to get a reaction out of his brother. But Vergil showed no sign of a reaction. If you didn’t know better, you’d say Dante almost sounded nervous. He wasn’t one for introductions, and Vergil wasn’t being particularly helpful. So you chose to stand up and walk up to the man, if he wasn’t going to move, you could. You stood in front of him, waiting for Vergil’s attention to shift from his book to you. Eventually, he looked up at you. That’s when you noticed his refined way of sitting. Not completely hunched over like someone you knew,  but with his back straight, keeping himself with all the dignity one had when they were confident about their worth. His icy blue eyes pierced through you with unnecessary force, locking yours in his. His eyes were like steal, and you understood here and there that Vergil was definitely not like his brother. Dante was chaotic, his eyes holding a fire in them that spelled firecrackers and laidback attitude, although if you looked long enough you could see the hint of something unspoken. Vergil’s eyes, on the contrary, shined with the fire of an iceberg, the kind of fire that would burn you in a way you’d feel like you were freezing to death. His whole composure spelled control.

You barely had the time to greet him that he was already nose back into his book. He had looked at you for mere seconds, but it was as if he had already figured you out and judged you. He didn’t greet you back. In fact, didn’t even make a sound of acknowledgement. You felt a bit dejected. It is not as if you were expecting anything, but being fully ignored like that? Well it stung a bit. Usually you wouldn’t have let anyone dismiss you that easily, but it was late and you had no desire to create troubles. It will have to wait, you thought, but I’ll definitely come back. And you decided, as you slumped back on the sofa in between Dante and Nico, that Vergil wouldn’t get rid of you that easily. But for now, it could wait. After all, that was only the first meeting.

And you’d already been burned.

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Part two : Chapter 2

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Ardyn x reader small fluff

For context, Ardyn and reader are friends. Ardyn may be a bit ooc, I just wanted to write a softer side of him.

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"Do you think my blade could cut this rock in two?"

At that Ardyn gave you a weird look, for a second, then returned to his own work. You on the other hand were starting to get bored. Getting up from the comfortable satin pillowed chair you walked up to the window wall behind his desk, observing the view.

"I always find it amazing, how everything seems so small from there. Makes me feel like a giant."

"Seems like it also makes you dumber." He snarled.

You turned to him feigning to be hurt.

"That was uncalled for."

"I could argue that your endless commenting is also uncalled for."

"You don't even listen anyway."

At that, he turned to you, giving you his full attention. "Does not mean I do not hear. Darling, if you keep distracting me from my work we'll never leave. And believe me, I want to be done with this as much as you do. Just, stay a bit more patient, alright? Can you do that for me?"

You cross your arms with a sigh. "Alright, yeah, I guess I can do that."

Silence fell back again. Ardyn hummed satisfied. Technically, he could have ditched paperwork and left with you right there. It's not like he cared much about it all anyway. Ardyn was known for talking his way out of most tasks he considered boring. Being extremely charming, and the Chancellor of the Empire, did help in that regard. But this was a special occasion. Once every blue moon, Verstael would mandate him to review/read/fill in some stuff concerning the scientist's research. It was one of the rare tasks Ardyn actually complied with.

"But I'm serious though, do you think I could slice this rock in two? I kinda want to." Your voice cut through the silence, pulling once again Ardyn out of his thoughts.

"Does this rock looks like butter to you?" He asked mildly annoyed, mildly entertained. Truth is, he too was getting quite bored with it all.

"Well… If you squint, with the setting sun… I mean…"

Ardyn laughed. "So that is what it is all about. At first I thought you wanted to fence because you were getting bored. But it isn't that, is it?"

You gave him a mischievous grin.

He stood up, picked up his coat and hat from the rack, and stood by the door not hiding his eagerness to leave.

"Come on then, let us go eat dinner."

You cheered, following him out of the office promptly. As you two went through the endless corridors, you asked him: "Will you ever let me put on your hat?"

He did not answer. The silence was comfortable between you two. Had you been watching, you would have seen the small, genuine smile on his lips. 'One day' he thought, 'one day'. Ardyn knew he should not get attached to you like that. But, this feeling of easiness around someone, it has been such a long time since he ever felt that. Surely, just for now, it couldn't hurt. Could it? He already lost everything anyway. He could take this much, couldn't he?

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FFXV drabble - Ardyn x reader

"Ardyn, wait !"

His stride didn't even falter when you called. So you ran after him and blocked his path, arms outstretched.

"You can't go in there. I mean it."

At that Ardyn grinned widely.

"Is that so?" He observed you for a bit, then crossed his arms. "Oh dear, if you keep behaving like whatever's behind that door is so important to you, it completely defeats the purpose of telling me not to open it."

You frown, mimicking his pose. "I'd say, that's even more reason for you to listen to what I'm saying. Because it's important to me."

"What is important though? What's behind that door, or for me not to see what deep dark secret you keep in that room?"

You gave him a cold look. Or well, what you meant to be one.

"You- don't give me this look. Not everything is about you, chancellor Ardyn Izunia."

He chuckled then, unable to take you seriously when you were getting so on edge.

"This surely seems to be about me though."

He took a step forward, but you pointed your sword at him.

"Whatever, believe what you will if it makes you happy. I'm not letting you through." Your grip is steady, but you are getting more nervous as the conversation stretch.

"Hmh, we'll see."

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Please please please, someone make an amv/edit/animation of the Dessendre family on this music, or for whatever COE33 character that would fit really !!! For real it fits so well !

Look at some of the lyrics:

La douleur dans nos cœurs qui déteint. (The pain in our heart that bleeds. (As in, one colour runs on another.))

Les ciels sans lueurs (The sky without glimmer)

Et l'éclat qui s'éteint. (And the glow that fades out.)

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Ton portrait clair-obscur (You clair-obscur portrait)

Qui dessine une injure. (Which draws an insult.)

Nos matins qui dérivent (Our morning drifting away)

Aux nuits sans perspectives (To the nights without future. (or just perspective for literal translation.))

Like, come on, I can't be the only one to see it, right?!

I'd almost do it myself, but I'm so slow and not skilled enough and I have other things I have to do annnd not enough time so....

Edit : Maybe it would go well with Clea actually... it talks about grief, coping with anger, regrets haunting the person and how it's fading away leaving only hurt.

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FFXV cooking

Got back into FFXV, and I must say it woke up the inner Iggy in meh. Fell on this FFXV's meat pie recipeh and I just had to try it.

I'm not the best at cooking, but let me tell ya it was quite yummy !

Do you think Ignis would approve 😔 ?

Noctis probably won't, too many vegetables in it lol. It's a meat (with vegetables) pie !

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Dessendre family imagine : father's day

It was yesterday, I'm late I know, but bear with me ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Like, imagine before the accident, when the whole family was alive and functional. It's father's day, the three kid (let's go back in time a bit, when Verso was still a kid) want to gift something to their dad.

So Clea make a painting, already stunning for her age.

Alicia, looking up to her big sister, tried to do one too. Maybe not with paint yet, I'd say with coloured pencils. She'd probably be very little at this time. Maybe she would do it with Aline.

And Verso, he'd try to paint something but he just wouldn't be able to. He'd force himself, so the results wouldn't reflect the love he has for his father at all. I'd like to imagine he'd compose a music instead. A piano piece. Maybe get it recorded at a friend's place on a vinyl disc. And when the day to give their gift he'd hand it to Renoir, telling him that he fell on this music by chance, and that it reminded him of his father.

I'd like to imagine his music would convey all of the feelings he doesn't know how to express any other way. The only expression in which his masks don't hide the truth he holds in his heart.