.. dated most recent to oldest , in order ; noctis, ignis, prompto, gladiolus
# — noctis
we grew up, but i still love you (‘25)
fem reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: you played in castle halls before you knew what kingdoms were. now, your hands brush—older, quieter—and he confesses with the kind of trembling that only royalty learns to hide.
how do they love? (‘25)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: each man loves differently—some with silence, some with touch, some like it’ll kill them. it’s up for you to find out.
kisses in the king’s garden (‘24)
fem coded reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: you shouldn’t be here—his lips this close, his hands brushing yours beneath ivy leaves. you wear servant’s linen, he wears crownbound silence, but still: the garden keeps the bone deep love trapped beneath the ivy.
# — ignis
even if you were a crab (‘25)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: your questions get stranger as the night stretches on. “if i were a crab?” he hums, eyes half-shut: “always.” sleep settles over you both like a tide.
affection (‘25)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: he reads to you in the mornings. touches your shoulder when words fall short. he doesn’t say “i love you” often, but he cooks it, wraps it in warmth, makes you live inside it.
how do they love? (‘25)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: each man loves differently—some with silence, some with touch, some like it’ll kill them. it’s up for you to find out.
chocolate end of the stick (‘25)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: his control is legendary—until you put a stick of candy between your lips and ask him to try. there’s laughter. a kiss. and something lingering after the sugar melts.
undone by charm (‘24)
fem coded reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: you say things you mean just to watch him falter. he pretends not to hear—adjusts his glasses, clears his throat—but the flush at his ears tells another story.
# — prompto
how do they love? (‘25)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: each man loves differently—some with silence, some with touch, some like it’ll kill them. it’s up for you to find out.
love you like a sea otter (‘25)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: he presses his nose to the glass like a kid, pointing out every fish with wonder in his voice. you walk beside him, the blue light soft and dreamlike—until he turns to you and whispers something about jellyfish being romantic, and suddenly, the water isn’t the only thing making you breathless.
# — gladiolus
how do they love? (‘25)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: each man loves differently—some with silence, some with touch, some like it’ll kill them. it’s up for you to find out.
My people who had young parents in the 2000s/ late 90s will feel me on this one.
Because Dante has that vibe of: “When you were a baby, your dad was the coolest dude ever.”
He is a fun dad, albeit a bit chaotic.
Late everywhere, has ice cream for dinner three nights in a row. If his kid asks to dress up as Spiderman to go to the supermarket, he lets them.
Very supportive (and loud) at his kids' plays/sports matches/talent show. Zero shame. His cheering is louder than the whole audience combined.
He lets his kid paint his nails, do his hair, or cover him in stickers, and he wears it in public like it’s nothing.
Determined to pass down his “Supreme” music taste:
Test your knowledge in classic rock while covering the car stereo:
“Who sings this? Wrong. Pack your things, you are moving with your uncle.”
An awful cook and his kids are very picky, so they live on takeout and microwavable dinners.
Has one of those countertop air fryers and has used it for everything. The house always smells like fries.
His barbecues are fire, tho.
I read somewhere a hcns that said he would be a terrible homework helper, and I just couldn’t agree more. Thank god the kid has uncle Vergil, uncle V and cousin Nero around.
He might be a bit irresponsible and incompetent at times, but hey! Cut him some slack; he's gotta save the world.
The type of dad who knows how to drive anything. It can be a car, a motorcycle, a truck or a fucking plane. And he will teach you to drive every single one of them.
Sadly, he is an awful teacher.
“When do I switch gears, Dad?”
“Shit, I dunno, when it feels right.”
Also, the most insane lore drops ever.
“So yeah, but that was back when I had to kill the strongest demon in hell.”
“Strongest demon? So, like Satan?”
“Nah, your uncle.”
"What do you mean my uncle?!"
"Yeah, but that was before I had to kill god."
Had the coolest, meanest drip in his youth, but now dresses with Hawaiian shirts, cargo shorts and sandals with knee-high socks.
His kids either have the coolest drip ever or the most questionable sense of style— Very little middle ground.
While he is a very relaxed and laid-back dad, he is still protective as hell.
Maybe he wouldn't be too keen on the idea of his kids becoming demon hunters like him.
He might be chaotic and reckless, and have some questionable parenting methods, but he is fun, listens, is incredibly non-judgmental and would burn the world for his family.
His kids turned out just as chaotic and messy as he is, and yes, maybe they don't have the best emotional tools and bottle everything up, but! They have their hearts in the right place.
They are strong, selfless and brave. And just like Dante and Nero, they would do what is right with no hesitation.
Also, they have a top-tier sense of humour.
Vergil Sparda
Vergil was almost the king of the underworld once, and he has that vibe: terrifying, powerful, demanding. But now, he is redeemed and given the chance to actually rise and nurture a child, he becomes more sensitive and softer… or at least, as much as a man like Vergil can be.
On the surface, he is a strict, formal father figure with impossibly high standards. In practice, he’s awkwardly soft and has absolutely no idea how to deal with the sheer chaos of children.
Always punctual. The kind of dad who drops you 15 minutes early because “Punctuality is a sign of discipline.”
Never, never raises his voice. But when he says his kid's full name in that cold and serious tone, they will feel it in their bones.
On the positive side, he is surprisingly patient and a good listener, often saying deep and wise things out of nowhere.
On the negative, this is a man who prides himself on control, strength, and discipline. And those values would be passed down to his children.
He is very strict and pushes them to become the best version of themselves, ideally better than he ever was. (Which is not a very high bar, but he still pushes them.)
But of course, he ends up a bit too demanding, holding impossible standards that his kids sometimes resent.
I don't wanna fall into too much of the angst territory, but his kids might end up feeling that “They never would be enough for him.”
But the truth is, that even if he doesnt show it outwardly, Vergil has always been extremely proud of his children.
And part of him is proud of himself, too. He has no idea how he managed to raise such kids, who turned out exponentially better than him in every possible way— Namely, being good people.
His kids' childhood would have been smoother and simpler for him; the hard part would be their teens and early adulthood.
Because they inherited his stubbornness and pride, their personalities clash like steel against steel. Chaos erupts more often than Vergil would like.
After fights, both sides feel awful.
Once, one of his kids called him “Vergil,” the way Nero does, and it broke his heart.
It amazed him — after all he endured, after all the inhumane torture he survived— hearing his own name from his child is what wounded him the most.
Since when has he become so soft? He doesn’t even know.
Because he is older and more mature, he’s the one who breaks first and apologises.
But Vergil apologising is not words. It’s slipping a plate of freshly cut fruit onto their desk and saying nothing else.
Okay, a break from the angst.
You know those ASMR videos titled “4 Hours of Asian Mom Checking In While You Study.” And is just a guy, randomly and wordlessly checking you while you study? Yeah, that's Vergil
He is very supportive, but in his own way.
He attends every recital, debate, sports match, and school play.
Arms folded, face unreadable. He doesn’t clap until the very end, and his child assumes he isn’t enjoying it. In truth, he wouldn’t miss it for anything.
That single, quiet “Well done” is basically a standing ovation.
Parent-teacher conferences are… really something.
Teacher: “Your kid won’t engage with others. They claim the others are ‘too dumb for their standards.’”
"Flawless logic. I fail to see your complaint.”
Teacher: “Well, they can be highly stubborn, you see.”
“Correction. Determined.”
He will defend them with his life, and he means it.
He is significantly better than Dante when it comes to homework.
Excellent with math, science, art, and literature. Terrible with group projects. “Why must you rely on others to complete your task? Stand alone.”
Bedtime stories? Nah, forget fairy tales. He reads epic poetry and tragedy. His kids are seven, but they already know the plot of Hamlet and Macbeth.
If Vergil has a baby, that infant would have the meanest side-eye ever. One of those kids who randomly stares at you judgmentally and with a poker face.
Some soft moments that I thought could happen:
Once, he allowed his toddler to put a crown of daisies on his head. Continued reading without flinching. The most regal flower boy ever.
Kid falls asleep on his shoulder? He doesn’t move for three hours, even if his arm dies.
When his kid's first word is “dada”, he doesn’t react outwardly. But inside? It’s engraved on his soul.
Although he insists on making the kids call him “Father.”
Doesn't understand memes. Every time his kids send a TikTok, he doesn't get them.
“Who is the man in the video? Do I know him?”
“No, Dad, he's just some dude from a meme.”
“ ‘Ameme?’ What place is that? Where is it located?”
It would be hilarious to do one of those challenges where your dad/grandpa reads TikTok brainrot while the kids try not to die laughing.
[Vergil, dead serious, reading from a sheet of paper.] "Yass, queen. Skibidi toilet. 67. Sigma Boy.”
His kids: *aggressively whizzing on the floor.*
Surprisingly competent at cooking. Everything is plain but perfectly balanced.
You can say whatever about this man's parenting skills, but this man, as composed and stoic as he looks, is extremely overprotective.
And I mean protective to the point of savagery. He would go Berserk for them.
His worst nightmare is that his kids would end up feeling as alone and vulnerable as he once felt. And he will do anything, anything, if it means they will be safe.
He would prefer if his kids were not demon hunters. But if they choose it? He would personally train them like they were about to face God Himself.
Brutal drills, impossible lessons. partially because he hopes they’ll quit, and partially because he refuses to let them walk into danger unprepared.
Now, but we are talking about Vergil's kids. And Vergil raised no bitches.
Therefore, eventually, they survive Daddy Vergil's training.
Congratulations to them: they are basically immortal.
Bad-ass aura farmers just like their father.
Ngl, his kids end up being capable of conquering the world or destroying it.
Deep down? His kids terrify him, amaze him, and make him prouder than anything else ever could.
Nero Sparda
The most competent of them all, but a bit stressed out. And I mean STRESSED-OUT.
I mean, he’s on the brink of collapse all the time.
Anxious and overprotective. He could have 5 kids, but he still behaves like he is a first-time dad. God bless him.
To be fair, Nero has two parenting modes.
“HEY, DON'T TOUCH THAT IS DEMONIC AND FLAMMABLE—”
“...hey kid, wanna see something cool?” and then immediately shows them something demonic and flammable.
He really, really wants to be the cool dad. But his kids are diabolical gremlins; one second they are in one place, the next they are chewing a power cable. They are made of Capri Suns and pure violence.
Kyrie: “I wonder where they got it from…”
Nero: “... dunno.”
Has one of those babies who has an insane grip and bite force. Almost chomp one of Dantes' fingers off once.
“Oh, look at you so cute—AAAAAH”
There is never a dull moment with Nero’s kid. He calls them “champ,” “bud,” “gremlin,” or “demon spawn” with equal affection.
Did I also mention they are hyperactive? Nero doesnt get much sleep. As a matter of fact, when his kid was a baby, it could only sleep while curled on top of Nero's chest, gripping his hair. Tightly.
Nero complains and groans, but at least they are asleep. (He has a bald spot now.)
Nero can't help but curse all the time, naturally, his kid learn the word “fuck” at the age of two
Nero is horrified for 3 seconds, but he can't help but laugh.
Similarly, he is not too good with discipline. He is just too weak-willed. One “Daddy, please”, and he succumbs completely.
Also, he is too much of a hypocrite for his kids to take him seriously.
“But Dad! I want to ride a motorcycle and be a Demon Hunter!”
“And I said no. You are 15”
“Didn't you say you learned to ride a bike at 12? And weren't you a knight in the order by 16?”
“WELL, THAT’S— Totally different and doesnt count”
His biggest dad skill is the ability to carry his kid on one arm like it's a sack of potatoes while manoeuvring 6 different tasks with his other hand.
Panics if his kid gets hurt. Speed run to the ER 3 times because his kids ate glue.
Nero had one of those babies who get soothed by loud metal music.
Likewise, Nero is the type of Dad who does a random thing when his kid starts crying.
Neros kid: *Starts crying*
Nero: *Stands up abruptly and starts break-dancing*
Nero's kid: *The child stops crying and watches him in confusion*
Kyrie: “What—what are you doing?”
Nero: “You gotta take them by surprise, Kyrie”
Somehow raised the most socially unintelligent toddlers ever.
Neros kid: “Dad! Look at this ugly man! He is so ugly!” *While pointing at a stranger*
“Shit, OKAY TIME TO GO BYE—”
Post his kids everywhere. Has at least a thousand pics and funny videos of them.
The moment his kid says “I wuv you,” Nero stops functioning for 48 hours.
This man is so soft and whipped for his kids, I can't–
Protective and fierce, he would go to war for them. However, he is not opposed to the idea of them becoming Demon hunters like him. He wants them to use their powers for good.
V Sparda.
Unjudgmental and laid-back.
“Dad, I want to shave my entire head and dye my eyebrows green.”
“I see… Well, if that is where your spirit leads you.”
Like, extremely accepting. V is a guy who nothing can surprise him at this point.
V’s kid: “Dad, I think I want to live in the woods.”
V: “I understand.”
Griffon: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU UNDERSTAND—”
Griffon and Shadow (for better or for worse) are basically co-parents. Griffon is a terrible influence, like a bad Jiminy Cricket.
Griffin: “HEY TINY HUMAN, WANNA SEE ME ELECTROCUTE SOMETHING?”
V: *Hits Griffon with his cane*
The kid cuddles and rides Shadow like a pony everywhere. To school, the park, the grocery store. V can't stop it; he's outnumbered.
At first, V thought his kid would be terrified of Nightmare, but that was not the case. Since the kid was a newborn, it always looked at Nightmare with curiosity and wonder rather than fear.
V doesn't understand it, but neither does he question it.
His kids don’t believe he is fully human; they wholeheartedly think V is a wizard. V tries to disprove it, the key word being tries.
Kid: “Daddy is magical”
“I assure you, I am simply—”
Kid: “Explain the talking bird then.”
“Umm… well…”
Expect poems for bedtime stories.
“So… the little prince sought solace beneath the indifferent moon.”
Kid: :D
Like Vergil's kids, his kids have a more advanced vocabulary than most adults. But they are not half as snobbish as Vergil's children are.
In general, a very artsy and animal-loving parent. His kids might end up being art majors, gothic poets or hippies—but always free, and uncontrolled spirits.
V lets them run barefoot, climb trees, paint the floor and cut their hair with scissors
V is the type of parent who, even if he struggles a bit, always kneels to be at eye level when speaking with them.
V is what I would call a very “emotional present” but “logically absent” parent.
Good at being introspective and talking about feelings. But very incompetent at house chores or remembering important dates.
While V is far more patient and flexible than Vergil ever was, he does NOT hold his temper nearly as well. He’s soft-spoken, gentle, poetic…until he snaps.
And goddam is he scary as hell.
He is the silent type of anger, the kind of anger that chills an entire room.
With or without powers, if V kids wanted to be demon hunters. He would feel conflicted:
On the one hand, he appreciates that his kids turned out to be better people than he is, using their power for good.
But on the other hand, what if they get hurt? What if they feel weak and vulnerable? What if they suffer, even a fraction, of what he went through?
He would have to be talked into it, and he would have to do a lot of introspection and fight his inner demons. (Not pun intended.) until he lets them.
If he accepts, his familiars and Nero would have to accompany his kids as aid and teachers.
Nero happily babysits, tho.
The familiars are weirdly competent at protecting the kids. They are very fond of V kids, even if they won't admit it out loud.
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A/N-> Hell, I did not proofread this at all. I have a lot more headcanons about them as parents. Might add them later.
~ He'd pace outside the tent, listening to the screams within as he smoked cigarette after cigarette. He'd angrily bite back at anyone who tried to comfort him.
~ When he was told he could finally see you, his face would be pale, eyes wide as he swallowed hard and tried to still the tremors in his fingers. He'd sniff hard and take a long measured breath before entering, removing his hat and smoothing over his hair.
~ When he saw you and your child nestled against your breast, he'd pause in the entrance, his breath halting as his eyes glanced over you, his jaw hanging slack as a mountain of emotion surged through him.
~ When you ask if he wants to hold her/him, he'd stumble, his breath stuttering so much that he could only manage a nod. He'd hover close to your bedside as you handed the babe to him.
~ He'd feel awkward and unsure, but when he held the baby and placed a finger in it's hand, it would grip his finger tightly and his breath would rush from him in one harsh breath as tears misted his eyes. He'd look at you with glistening eyes and parted lips as words failed him completely.
~ Eventually he would perch on the edge of the cot, his hand looping around the back of your neck as sobs threatened to break free from his throat. He would whisper 'thank you' against your lips, sniffling back tears as he pulled back to flash you the most genuine smile you'd ever seen from him.
