summary: youre bored, so you prank vergil and give him a makeover while youre at it
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, my dogshit humor & writing, no pronouns for reader, as well as no physical descriptions of yall; anyone can read it, vergil might be occ, established relationship, post dmc5 (ndmc doest exist in my head, deal with it), suggestive at the end but nothing sexual, lots of kisses, no beta we die like eva
a/n: since the poll overlords willed this, who am i not to deliver! the leon stuff will be back on after though, i think ill do a series if i can be asked, dunno how many parts i havent planned shit lololol. enjoy! likes, rbs and comments are appreciated! and credit to @vemzie-cab for the art bellow! if its not ok for me to use i can change it frfr, i was just inspired at the end and it snowballed
You had been in a relationship with Vergil for a few years by now. Had it been picture perfect? Fuck no. You were both a little fucked in the head, but in your opinion, this is what added some spice in your dynamic. Well, in the ‘we understand each other (mostly) perfectly’ way, not in the ‘I beat his ass and he walks it off like a man’ way, although you think his freaky ass would be into that shit. He would feel proud of you??? Anyway, besides the point!
Everyone was away from the shop, leaving you and Vergil all by yourselves, which meant you could execute your perfect plan. You see, you loved messing with him, giving him all the experiences he missed out on whilst being a pawn of that ugly ass flop, Mundus, as well as from the time he refused to accept his humanity. You could think of it as taking revenge on all the humans he killed by unleashing the Qliphoth by humiliating him. Kind of? He had left you all by your lonesome the entire morning, which was honestly a mistake.
You had hidden all of his fancy shampoo away, the bottle was almost empty anyway, so he would have to use yours when he got back from hunting all those demons later in the day. Now, what he didn't know, and wouldn't think much of (you hoped) was that you had mixed into your shampoo pink hair dye. You had done a lot of research on it (aka googling it once) so you knew the dye would go away quicker than if he had dyed it the normal way. It would essentially stain his hair pink. You were giggling maniacally just imagining this half-demon, half-human, grump of a man you were in love with, coming out of the shower with bright pink hair and, my god. You could not fucking wait.
You had been buzzing with excitement the whole day while waiting for him to come back from kicking demon ass, unable to focus on anything productive, so you just opted to scroll on your phone in the end. The more you thought, the more anxious you got, because if it backfired, he would… Huh, what would he do? Blow a fuse? Grumble about power? Okay that would actually be funny. If it backfired, it would do so spectacularly, you decided. Maybe you could switch Dante's shampoo too, so they'd match?
Lost in thought as you were, about your evil plans of dismantling the sons of Sparda with pink hair dye, you didn't notice the front door opening. Vergil stepped in, shoulders immediately growing less tense at the sight of you comfortable on the couch, laughing at whatever those foolish moving pictures were called. He closed the door behind him and locked it, for no one else was expected for the day.
Oh! He was here! Okay calm down!!! “Hey Vergil! How was your day!?”
“Adequate,” he replied, voice quiet, as he approached you and placed a small kiss atop your head. Your nose scrunched up in disgust. Perfect!
“You stink! Go shower, smelly,” you giggle, grabbing him from his collar and pecking him on the lips before letting him go. He hummed and cupped your face with the hand that wasn't holding the yamato and kissed you properly.
“Alright, I shall.”
“I’ll wait for you in bed!”
And with that, and a few more final kisses, he made his way to the bathroom, after leaving the yamato in your care. Shortly after, you heard the shower turn on. Oh my god, the excitement was back on, and he hadn't suspected anything so far, your plan was in motion!!!!
You rushed off to your shared bedroom, placed his katana in its designated spot next to his bedside table and sat in bed, back against the headboard. You hated the waiting. You drummed your fingers on your thigh, getting more and more impatient as time passed.
Finally, FINALLY, Vergil came back from the bathroom, wrapped up in only a towel, holding the shampoo bottle and looking perplexed.
“What… is the meaning of this,” he asked, glaring at the shampoo bottle and then at you, “why is my hair pink.”
You couldn't hold the laughter back anymore. His hair was, indeed, bright pink, the dye had taken well, and seeing the serious, usually stoic, son of Sparda rocking pink hair had been better than you'd imagined.
“Why are you laughing? This isn't funny.”
His grumbling made you laugh more, doubled over and clutching at your stomach. You tried to get any words out, explain yourself, but my god, the way he kept glaring at the shampoo bottle like it was his mortal enemy was making shit ten times harder. This man had survived (and sometimes caused) untold horrors, and he had been defeated by pink dye. You managed to take a LOT of pictures of him like that, still wheezing uncontrollably. You were getting to a point where you could barely breathe properly from laughing.
“Delete those,” he gasped, setting the bottle aside and lunging for your phone, but you had already closed it and shoved it under you. “I see how it is…”
“NO VERGIL-”
But your protest was too late. He had pinned you down on the mattress and started assaulting your sides with tickles. The laughing was now borderline painful, but the sight was too fucking ridiculous.
“So this was premeditated, hm?”
“Sorry, sorry!” You exclaimed amidst the laughing fit, “please mercy!”
“No.”
The tears that had been forming in your eyes finally started to spill, and you were now cry-laughing, and he was not letting up with the tickling.
“Please!”
“You brought this upon yourself, my dear.”
You kept begging and squirming and laughing uncontrollably and he kept tickling you. Eventually, thank god, he let up, but he remained atop you.
“This was sufficient punishment.”
You kept giggling, finally catching your breath. “Oh my god, this is brilliant,” you run a hand through his hair, messing up his style, letting it fall down. He was like Rapunzel or some shit. You suppressed another laugh at the thought.
“I do not want pink hair. How did you do that.”
“Relax, relax! It’ll wash off! I promise!”
“It better. Otherwise that fool, Dante, will mock me.”
“Dante would love this, he'd probably use it too so you guys would match,” you point out, hand still tangled in his hair, smiling like a moron.
“Kinda looks good on you, actually. Maybe you should let me tie it in pigtails?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Please babyyy,” you pout, doing your best expression of puppy eyes to aid your case. He huffs, fond of your shenanigans, despite how they always end with him in some sort of situation with pink involved. Talk about a repeat offender.
“What am I going to do with you, hm? You are a minx.”
“But I'm your minx!” You bat your lashes at him, grinning. “And, like I said! The dye will wash off! It's harmless!”
“I am never borrowing your shampoo again.”
“Uh-huh. So can I make it cute now!?”
He sighed your name tiredly and shook his head. “Fine, but no pictures.”
“Yes pictures! I won't show them to Dante!”
He grumbled and pushed off of you and onto his side of the bed “very well. If I learn you did not keep your word, however…”
“Ohhh so scaryy, what will you do, big guy? Spank me?” you wiggle your brows suggestively, making him groan once more. You got up and quickly gathered anything and everything you might need to make him cute, and went back, straddling him, getting right to work with his ‘transformation’.
Half an hour later, his hair was in tiny pigtails, pink bows adorning it, matching the pink of his hair. You had gotten him to agree to let you put some lip balm on him, cherry flavored, it was a new one you had purchased recently but hadn't gotten the chance to try it out yet, and when you leaned down to ‘taste test’ it by kissing him, he seemed to really get into it, his hands gripping your waist, nails digging in slightly, making you smile against his mouth.
“Hmm, this is definitely something I'll buy again…”
“Agreed,” he said quietly. “But do not be fooled, there will be consequences for my hair.”
“Nope!”
You snapped a lot of pictures of him like this, acting like a pretentious photographer, ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘ahh-ing’ at his various stern and grumpy expressions. You did catch him smiling fondly in one of the pictures, which was one of your favorites.
Then, because why the hell not, you put some red liquid lipstick on yourself and pressed kisses all over his face, claiming they would ‘add to the look’. He looked so fucking pretty, and his cheeks were tinged with pink when you showed him the results of your labor.
After you had your fun, you tenderly cleaned his face up, wiping him clean with some make-up wipes. By the end of that, he looked more like an affection-happy cat, rather than Vergil, the eldest (his word, not yours) son of Sparda, half-demon and formidable warrior. A cutie patootie!
“All this grumbling and you still let me do whatever i wanted,” you state smugly, cuddling up to him in bed, “you love meee,” you say, voice sing-songy.
“I tolerate you,” he replies, looking down at you from where you are, against his chest, but his face breaks out into a small smile.
“Oh yeah? Well then, I guess I went after the wrong twin?”
“NO,” he pauses after his outburst, clears his throat and adjusts the neckline of his shirt, “I meant, no. Ahem.”
“You can be so adorable sometimes, you know?”
“And you can be delusional sometimes,” he huffed indignantly.
“Mhm, whatever you say grumpy old man,” you giggle and give his neck a few gentle bites and kisses.
“I think I will enact the consequences of your actions now, my dear,” he mutters lowly, flipping your positions quickly once more.
It seems like you're in for a long, sleepless night!
so, i have several wips, and none finished, id like to know what you guys want to read! all will be posted eventually (i hope), this is just for which one to finish now!
edit to clarify: the isekai fic will have multiple parts to it eventually
Heyy I dont know if you are taking requests but I have an idea and hope you like it, soo I was thinking vendetta or re4 leon is our partner and like leon and the reader is in a mission and they are staying at the same room but f!reader loves smoking and drinking while leon hates it, so you just smoke more to annoy him but he got angry had you guys arguid abt it (you can add smut if you want)
i slept with someone in DSO and all i got was this stupid fic written about me
leon s kennedy x reader
wc: 2626
summary: you love annoying leon, and your smoking habit annoys him the most. you end up fucking it out.
warnings: my shit writing, this is SMUT, minors begone tyty, fluff and my shitty humour, english isnt my first language, reader smokes, leon is tired of your bullshit actually, aftercare king leon s kennedy, he is loud, PiV, reader-chan is AFAB but i dont use pronouns or describe their body or skin color, most ppl can read ts, leon is also vanilla, cunnilingus, lots of kissing (like, a LOT), vendetta leon, lmk if i need to add anything else
a/n: i watched the dmc anime s2, it made me throw up in my mouth, yall will be hearing from me when i bother finishing my 4 leon wips and get to writing vergil again. lots of hate in my heart for that larpfest. anyways, i tried to improve my smut writing, i hope it shows? any feedback is appreciated! likes, comments and rbs are also loved, they make my day, genuienly! enjoy you freaks <3
You always adored getting on Leon's nerves, it was a fun pastime for you. It had taken a lot of years for you to even get to that point, comfortable enough around him to be able to express yourself to the fullest, aka being the complete menace you were. What can you say? You loved being a jester!
Some of your best work, was you putting glittery unicorn stickers all over his fancy porsche, something he did NOT appreciate at all, especially because it was a brand new (really expensive) car, and your magnum opus, a glitter bomb, one you had mailed to his house when he was in a particularly rough patch mentally, meaning he was isolating himself and going on a bender, ignoring all your attempts to reach out. The sheer confusion The Incident, as he dubbed it, had caused, had been enough to pull him out of the shitty mental space he was stuck in, enough to make him call you back! You had been cry-laughing at the sheer befuddlement you had caused him on that same call.
Anyways! The easiest, however, way to get on his nerves (affectionate) was smoking in his vicinity. Now, you were conscious that your habit irritated other people, so you often hid away in places that had no crowds and always went outside to smoke. But somehow, leon always tracked you down to nag at you and be a total grouch about it, as if it was his lungs being ruined!
You and him had been sent on an assignment together, recon of some shady company that had been flagged in the systems for trying to either sell off illegally obtained viruses that did god knows what, and he was there as your back-up. So you and him had been cooped up in a small safehouse that had a shitty bed and the bare necessities that two agents might need for their stay, your gear set up and tuned in. he had gone into the facilities of the company undercover, which helped you gain access to everything, as well as hidden some state of the art bullshit so you two would monitor their conversations.
To say you had been stressed out of your mind and in desperate need of cigarettes would've been understating things. You could see, the more you whined about going for a smoke was starting to get on his nerves too, which, fair, but like, come on man! He is a high functioning alcoholic and you never gave him any shit when he muttered under his breath how ‘there wasn't enough booze on this earth for him to deal with your whining.’
You had managed to nail them down, and get a lot of evidence on their operations however, so you and Leon had finally been free of this bullshit mission! You two booked it the fuck out of there, your gear and everything else safely secured and ready to be handed in to your corporate overlords. (You had been playing too much Cyberpunk 2077 before you were sent on this mission and it showed.)
However, much to your displeasure, and his, your flight had gotten delayed, so you went to a shitty motel, which coincidentally only had one room not vacant, and out of desperation and tiredness, you took it. You were both grown-ups, you could handle one bed and sharing it, goddamn it!
The room was nicer than either of you expected, to be honest. As soon as you got in, you went to ‘your’ side of the bed and left your duffel bag on the floor, before nosediving right into the mattress.
“Mmmphff,” you groaned loudly and in exaggeration as you stretched your limbs out on the mattress, starfish style.
Leon huffed a laugh and shook his head as he watched you play your reaction up. It seemed that you were back on your silly behavior and habits, which, he would never, ever admit, had endeared him so much to you. He always appreciated how you never treated him like the broken mess of a man that he was, how you always took it upon yourself to make him smile and distract him from his nasty self loathing. Even though you got on his nerves sometimes in how you did it…
“I'm gonna go smoke,” you suddenly announced as you trudged out of bed, stretching your limbs as much as you could.
“Again!? Didn't you have one at the airport?” he grumbled as he leaned down to unlace his shoes.
“Oh don't start,” you huffed, grabbing your pack and lighter, already heading out towards the balcony, slipping on some shitty pair of slippers the motel provided, and your cardigan so you wouldn't be cold. You were practically an expert at this by now! You opened the door to the small balcony, which had a small table and two chairs as well as an ashtray and after closing it behind you, you made yourself comfortable in one of those chairs.
The click! of the lighter, as well as the first drag from the sweet, sweet cancer stick, calmed your anxiety. You breathed in deep before exhaling quietly. The balcony door opened and Leon stepped outside with you, probably to keep nagging.
“You know it's bad for you! I don't get why you do it!”
As, shit, here we go again. You took another long drag from it, turning your head to blow the smoke away from where Leon stood, it seemed it would only piss him off more if you dared blow smoke in his face now. “And you know drinking is bad for you, but I don't see you stopping any time soon!”
Your counter made him glare at you some more. You're unsure of why he had been this irritated by it now of all times, when most other times he would just grumble offhandedly about it and leave you to it.
“Okay, fair point, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't quit.”
“Get off my dick about it, Leon," you puffed once more, knocking some of the ash off on the tray. “Youre being a hypocrite and we both know it.”
He took a deep, calming, breath in, jaw clenching in irritation at how easy it had been for you to turn it around on him. “Sure, but I'm not addicted like you are.”
That made you snort loudly, because, hello!? Was this coming from the same man who had gone on a three day bender during his vacation!? “I’ll tell you what, if you quit drinking, I'll quit smoking, but we both know that won't ever happen.”
He sighed loudly.
“I mean, you have some balls to nag at me, when you do the same shit but with different stuff!”
He had had enough. He stepped closer to you, grabbed the cigarette right from your lips, where you had left it to dangle from and put it out on the ashtray.
“Hey! I was smoking that!”
“Don’t care,” he said lowly, his face much closer to yours now that you really noticed. You looked up at him, mouth slightly parted and ready to retort to any of his one-liners, but none came.
One moment, you two were bickering about you smoking, the next his hand was cupping your cheek, and his lips were on yours. After your momentary whiplash, you kissed him back, OBVIOUSLY, your hand coming up to rest against his chest. (Which you always wanted to grope but that would've been inappropriate but you think this was beyond inappropriate now!?)
After a moment more of him kissing you (on the goddamn lips!?!?!?!) he pulled back, expression smug as hell when he saw you visibly trying to process what the fuck had just happened. “You were saying..?” He smirked.
You gaped up at him, too stunned to speak. (The buffoon was too stunned to speak, you thought, and suppressed a laugh.)
“Hello!? What was that!?”
“I kissed you. Or have those cigarettes rotted your brain, too?”
Fucker was so proud of himself!? The fuck!? You hate him, you need to kiss him again. Possibly right this instant. So you do. You grab him by his stupidly tight shirt collar and bring him down for round two. Only this time, the kiss is much greedier than before, all teeth and tongue and need.
You pulled back, now smugly looking at him instead. He looked just as shaken as you did before, mission accomplished!
You didn't expect, however, for him to grab you by your belt to lift you up and kiss you again. You yelped against his lips, which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and deepen the kiss. He started walking back inside, dragging you along with him without breaking the kiss. He shut the balcony door behind you two and, still kissing you (how big were his lungs!?) as he led you towards the bed.
When the back of your legs hit the bed, he pulled back to breathe heavily, looking so pretty and messy by the kiss, just as affected as you. You blinked at him, head fuzzy from the kiss. You were gonna say something snarky, but he pushed you down on the bed and crawled on top of you.
“You were deflecting, y'know?” he smirked down at you.
“Piss off,” your hand tangled in his hair, bringing him down again for more kissing. His lips, despite being a little chapped, were everything you could ever possibly dream of. And you were greedy.
He pulled back, only to pull his and your shirts off, and then his mouth was back on yours just as fervent as before, if not more. You whined against his lips, thighs tightening around his waist involuntarily, trying to get more friction in.
“Needy thing, aren't you?” he laughed, trailing sloppy kisses down your throat, “still thinking about smoking?”
“Oh, don't tempt me, Leon,” you try to say seriously, but it comes out sounding more like a breathy moan as he sucks at a particular spot on your throat, leaving a mark.
“Oh, yeah? You gonna get up and go smoke again?” He asked, lips trailing down lower, pressing a chaste kiss against your breast, while he groped at the other one.
“Oh, fuck,” you sighed, gripping the sheets with one hand tightly, as he kept playing with your breasts. He really went at it, seemingly enthralled, or like he never had had tits in his mouth.
Well, he never had your tits in his mouth, so…
“You like that, huh?
“Leon do not play with me right now,” you whine, grabbing him by his hair and bringing him up for another sloppy kiss. “Please, just fuck me already, I do not have the patience for teasing.”
“Mmm, no sweetheart, wanna take it slow,” he kept kissing his way down, down, down, slowly taking your pants on and throwing them somewhere across the room before shoving his nose in between your thighs and inhaling deeply. “All this for me?”
“Yesss,” you mewled, thighs clamping around his face. He used one of his hands to hold you down gently, mostly so he wouldn't suffocate, and removed your panties too before he dove straight in, tongue lapping at you like a starved man encountering his first meal in 40 days.
The hand that wasn't gripping the sheets was tangled in his hair again as he ate you out, nose buried deep in between your folds, tongue riiight in there. You needed more, preferably his dick in you, like, yesterday? But you settled for his mouth right now, shaking against him from the overwhelming feeling of just his tongue on you, and then he had to go and shove two fingers in and fuuuck, fuck! That shit made you see stars.
“Leon-fuck-’m so close,” you trembled, barely able to get the words out.
“Already?” He purred.
“Don’t-don’t tease you dick,” you cried out, and he had the audacity to laugh, a soft, short and amused laugh.
He pulled his fingers out of you, just as you were about to come, which made you whine loudly, (you wondered if the unfortunate souls that happened to share a wall with you two were sick of your moans, but right now you didn't really care) and he put them in his mouth to lick them clean before he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, and then finally he took his pants off and- oh lord the sight alone could kill you because this man was on top of YOU!? You'd have to thank whatever god willed it so, sometime soon.
You shook your head to stop your thoughts from derailing too much right as he was about to push his cock in you, and after he looked at you for the go-ahead to which you immediately nodded in answer, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head when you felt him gather your slick with his tip then pushing in. He wasn't unbearably big, just deliciously so. His hips stilled for a moment, a low grunt escaped him when he felt you squeeze him like you never wanted him to pull out.
“Fucking move,” you gasp, your hand raking down his back, making him shiver and groan. Before he started to move, however, he licked the sweat that was beading down your throat, making you shudder and clench against him more. You always imagined Leon would be loud in the bedroom, because he always grunted and made ‘old man noises’ as you called them (with barely contained lust) and good heavens you were right, because the little grunts and groans he made were like music to your ears.
He finally started setting the pace, slow and steady, not too rough but by any means not slow either. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed your hand down into the mattress. You captured his lips with your own, messily kissing and biting down on his bottom lip, making him moan and his hips stutter a little. He picked his pace up, his free hand reaching down in between your bodies to play with your clit. You were both breathless, your heart was pounding in your ears, and you swear your vision was starting to go black at the edges from the feeling of his cock pounding into you and from how he was playing with your clit.
“‘S too m-much, fuck, Leon,” you stuttered.
“C’mon sweetheart,” he murmured right in your ear, biting the lobe gently, “need you to come for me, can you-fuuuck-can you do that?”
“Yesyesyes-”
“Thats it,” he rasped, hips stuttering in their pace as he felt you squeeze around him, your pussy pulsating around him as you came. He kissed you once again, tenderly this time, moaning against your lips as he came.
He kept up his pace, easing you both down from your overwhelming highs and gradually stilled. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing in, totally exhausted and satisfied all at once.
“You plan on staying in there?” you ask after a moment of also breathing in, trying to calm yourself down.
“Uh-huh.”
You giggle, too fucked out to argue. Eventually, he pulls out, presses a kiss to your forehead and gets up to go clean himself. He returns with a towel to clean you up too, gently as not to overwhelm you more. You were still trembling slightly, but your breathing had returned to normal now. He also helped you get to the bathroom, and after all that and also making you drink some water (he was so caring???), he settled into the bed, with you snuggled against his chest.
summary: when you see a stranger feed from a woman at night on your way home, and when that stranger is Leon, who is invited to the castle, where you work, as the kings esteemed guest, your life gets turned upside down
warnings: vampire!leon, strangers to lovers to ? to lovers, temporary amnesia, mcd but dont even worry about it, angsty, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, she/her for reader-insert, this is an au where magic is a thing, blood drinking/sharing, drama and romance, eventual romance
a/n: i have nothing to say for myself. this is probably my magnum opus. i hope you guys like it as much as i do! i also wrote it with re4r leon in mind but any leon fits! likes, comments and rbs are appreciated!
You took your work at the palace kitchens very seriously. You had practically been raised in these halls, and had learned from the best over the years, so you were quite liked among the other servants and palace staff. You couldn't complain, things were comfortable for you, you had managed to save enough money to buy a small humble home for yourself, near the palace, no less, so you had your privacy to return to after the long days of preparing meals for the royals. You loved your life, and enjoyed your work. The lack of a life partner sometimes would get you down, especially when other maids, and, sometimes, the princess, would tease you about your lack of a love life, all in good faith of course, but you never let it bother you too much! You had your beautiful cat, Coco, to return home to, and that was enough for you!
That was until he was invited as an esteemed guest of the king. Your life got turned around so fast.
It was a normal autumn night, you were returning back to your house, when you saw him, in a dimly lit alleyway, feasting on a woman. No, on her blood. He hadn't noticed you, probably was too busy drinking the woman's blood to do so, but you had been captivated by the oddly elegant sight. You were no fool, you knew vampires were real, and very much existing amidst you all. But seeing one in person was still… peculiar.
You didn't stay long to see what would become of the woman, choosing to just mind your business instead, and kept walking home. No big deal, you hoped the woman would just have the typical memory issues that came after a vampire fed from you and chose not to end your life, erasing your memories of the encounter instead, leaving you with a simple scar to guess.
The next day would be a big one for the palace. A guest of the king would be arriving, so there was a lot of hustle and bustle amidst the palace's halls, as staff scrambled to get everything ready for his arrival. The king chose to personally give him a tour of the palace, so when the stranger, the same one you had caught a glimpse of feeding from a woman in an alley, was shown to the kitchens whilst you and a few other servants were working on supper, you had to stifle your reaction. So, Leon (apparently a big deal amongst royals), as the king introduced him, gave you all a polite greeting, you ignored it in favor of focusing on the dish you were tasked to make.
Now, if you were some better person, you wouldn't have done what you did next. But then again, you were a little starstruck and you also loved teasing people. So when he called for someone to bring him wine, and you got chosen to be the one to do it by your supervisor, who didn't want to send any of the other girls that were eagerly begging to be the chosen ones up to Leon's chambers and accidentally offend him, your silly little plan was set in motion.
You diligently prepared the snacking platter to take up to the room the king had given sir Leon, but when you poured him the cup of wine, you also decided to cut your wrist and mix some blood in with it. No one would suspect it, and hey, maybe he wouldn't have to go out at night to feed again, so that'd mean someone's neck would be safe. How selfless! You bandaged your wrist up before you put everything on a tray, and made your way up to his chambers. You cheerfully greeted the guards along the way, they seemed all too eager to keep you for a chat, but you had to refrain from delaying longer, lest he get impatient.
You knocked on his door with your free hand and curtsied the best you could when he opened the door.
“Hello, sir, I've brought the things you requested,” you smiled.
He nodded and let you in, directing you on where to place the tray. You shut the door behind you. His expression seemed off, he had smelt the blood, perhaps. Nevermind that, you set the tray in its spot.
“Anything else you need, sir?”
“No, that will be all. Thank you,” he trailed off, waiting for you to reply with your name.
You did not. Instead you smiled again as you walked towards the door and spoke in a hushed tone, probably a little smug, from all of your excitement, “your secret is safe with me, sir.”
You didn't stick around to see his mortified expression, feeling way too giddy about it. Your day was over, so after helping clean up the kitchens and prepare for the next morning, you set off back home once more. You had the next week off, a reward for your hard work, which you planned to make the most of.
In retrospect, as you lay here dying, you think that maybe this was the beginning of your end.
Leon had been in shock since the night that mysterious servant had so casually let him know that she knew what he was. He was on edge, but had managed to keep his facade up perfectly in front of the vultures that were the royal family. But on the side, he would casually ask about servants' names, trying to find you again, just so he could ask how in the seven hells you knew. His search for his mystery girl continued the longer he stayed at the palace, but you were ever so elusive. And to add to that, every servant kept talking about one person, and how her cheerfulness lit up the rooms, but that she was away this week. His interest was piqued, to say the least, but so far his search had come up empty. And he had to be subtle about it, lest he alert anyone about his predicament.
Over the course of that week, he kept thinking about this mystery girl, who had so boldly laced his wine with blood. Her blood, maybe? He had been thrown for a loop, but he narrowed his search down to someone from the kitchens, which was a good start. He hadn't requested another cup of wine be brought to his chambers, choosing instead to randomly pop into the kitchen, his excuses varying from decent ones, to downright stupid, but he muses, that none of the staff would point out his lying, lest they anger him and in turn, the king.
Meanwhile, you had chosen to spend your week of rest researching more about vampires. You always loved reading, and were thankful they had given you an education at the palace and taught you how to read. Most girls, that weren't royalty or kitchen staff, never had that fortune, so you were extremely lucky in life. You read and read and read, myths, short stories, poems, whatever had been available at the book shop you frequented, you had bought, or traded food for with its owner, an older man who you had been close with since childhood. He had also aided you in learning to read.
Some of the myths you had studied over, also spoke of one of the Goddess some folks worshipped, a kind deity that every few hundred years would resurrect souls that had died an unfair death. Her kindness from the myths had touched your heart greatly, not having really been religious before, besides a few prayers out of desperation that always went unanswered, so you decided to pray to Her, offer some of your humble crafts to one of Her shrines that was in the church of gods at the square of the town. It wouldn't hurt, and She had given you a great amount of comfort from the few stories you read of Her actions. You hoped this Goddess would enjoy your offerings.
That same day, you went to the market to buy some fruits and trade some goods you had made with one of the older ladies there. She always loved when you visited her, as her now grown up children never did, so she often got lonely. She was a sweet, talkative old lady, so you enjoyed her company as well. She often spoke of her long life, and the adventures she had gotten up to when she was your age. Seeing her eyes light up as she reminisced with you always made you happy.
When you eventually returned to your home, you greeted your feline companion, who had decided to pay you no mind at all as you gushed about your day. Before bed, you read some more about vampires and various other mystical beings. You had romanticized those things in your head, you have to admit, but you didn't care, not one bit.
When you eventually had to get back to your normal routine, you were well rested and ready to take on the world. On your first morning back, several of your friends had greeted you warmly, happy to have you back to work. You think it was mostly because you always ended up doing most of the work, but cooking made you happy, so you didn't complain. You hadn't really thought much about your first one-on-one interaction with Leon, having been too absorbed with reading, and now too focused on work. Things were hectic, but you always managed.
Leon was still very much in search of his mystery girl, but it was one of the few days where he hadn't popped into the kitchen with one of his excuses, seeing as he was too busy entertaining the king and the charade of royal fools that had also visited the palace since they learned he was there too.
That night, by sheer chance, he asked for wine once more. Your supervisor, once again, sent you up, and you, once more laced the wine with your blood. Your wrist hadn't given you much trouble, and you had ointments that would help it heal, so it was no big deal to you. Once you got to his chambers, you knocked.
“It’s open,” came his voice from the other side, so you took the invitation and entered quietly. He was standing near the window, looking deep in thought, hadn't even turned around to face you. You set the tray on the same spot he had asked you to last time.
“Anything else I can be of assistance with, sir?”
He quickly turned around at the sound of your voice. The voice that had been taunting him for a week, you had finally shown yourself again, “you!” He said, eyes wide as he pointed at you with an accusatory finger.
You tilted your head to the side in confusion. “Yes, me?”
He laughed sardonically and combed a hand through his hair, a move he did when he was anxious, "I have been looking for you for a week! How do you… know? And close that door.”
You did as he asked and looked at him once more, ohhh. So he hadn't seen you back then. “I saw you, um, feeding, the night before you were supposed to arrive, on my way home.”
Fuck. He should’ve known that that alley, despite it being private, wouldn't do its job in keeping him concealed, but it was night, and he thought the place to be deserted. He had been desperate, and if he fed them, he wouldn't have to feed again for a while, and seeing as he would be surrounded by palace people after, he took his chances that night. “I see. Is that… special too?”
You nod. “Just a little, sir. Thought it might help your ailment,” you smiled.
He huffed again and nodded, taking the wine goblet and bringing it to his lips. He took a long sip, seemingly satisfied from it, he set it back down. “Thanks… you don't have to do it, though.”
“Oh, it's no trouble at all! Just glad to be of service!”
He nodded again and took a few steps closer to you. “Does anyone else know?”
You shook your head, “your secret is safe with me, I told you. No one saw me prepare the wine, and I was by myself that night,” you reassure.
He didn't fully trust you, but so far you hadn't done anything to contradict your actions, so he decided to take your word for it. “Thats all, then.”
You turned to leave once more, but as you went to turn the door handle, he cleared his throat.
“One more thing, actually.. What is your name?”
You turned around and smiled as you told him your name. If you went by his expression, something had clicked in his brain. “Why sir?”
“You didn't tell me last time. And, you can call me Leon, it's just the two of us here, afterall.”
“Alright, Leon. Have a good night!”
You left, closing the door behind you gently, and went back to the kitchens to finish your usual preparations for the next day.
After that night, you and Leon had grown quite close. He often called for you to bring him wine, which was the ‘signal’ and you would end up spending time together, getting to know each other. It had been a few months of this song and dance, and you have to confess, you had fallen for him. He had told you of how he had been turned and how he had ended up as the king's esteemed guest. You had shared your (boring) life story, too.
He had also fallen for you, too. Your kind and caring nature had truly captivated him. In all his years of living in this world, he had met few people who were so gentle and caring, whilst also assertive when they needed to be. You teased him back when he teased you, bantered with him, hells, you had even been feeding him your blood so he wouldn't be exposed, hunted and killed. He sometimes had you accompany him on walks through the palace gardens at nights, a nice change of pace of how you two usually saw each other in his chambers.
Eventually, the time for him to depart once more, had come. You had been upset by the news. Tonight was his last night in the palace grounds, after so many months of living there. You ultimately had known that this time would come, but you wished he could stay here forever. He had called you up to his chambers once more, but tonight you two had gone on one of your long walks, and you ended up taking him to your house, to show him around. He had told you, on the way, how he would be making the journey back to his own manor (palaces were too big and he despised them greatly, you had been the only thing he loved about living here), and you had shyly shared how you wished he could stay a little longer.
Much to your surprise, he divulged the information that the king had requested he visit again soon, and that he was going to oblige so he could see you again. Your heart had done a somersault at that.
He had been impressed by your small house, and found it homey, unlike his manor. You decided then and there to hand him a bunch of your crafts, a few paintings of scenery that had captivated you and some discarded trinkets you had found, kept and restored amongst other things. That was the night you shared your first kiss with him. It was perfect. He had been so gentle with it, cradling your head in his, like you were something precious. That night felt like a fairytale, a dream come true. You two had gotten lost in each other's arms all the way to sunrise.
You laughed off his worry as you two walked back to the palace, hand in hand, up to one point before separating so you wouldn't be seen like that and offend any of the court people.
(Leon couldn't care less about what any of them would think, but you did, so it was enough for him.)
The time of his departure came soon after, and you were sad to see him go. But he did promise he would come back, so you would patiently wait for him, always.
His next visit had been one a month later, but this one in secret, just so he could see you. He spent the moments of you being away working in the kitchens either taking a stroll through town or going to one of the taverns if he knew you would be extra busy that day. He had made a few friends there, mainly the barkeep, who he found out also knew you and had shared stories about silly things you got up to. That fact only cemented his love for you in Leon's heart, and brain. He wanted to take you with him, but he was reluctant to bring it up, because you had a life of your own here, and he didn't want to take that away from you. But, oh, how he wishes you would go with him.
He spent a few weeks with you, you two sharing quiet moments under the moonlight, talking about life and anything and everything you found interesting or amusing. He yearned for you to choose to leave the palace and your old life behind, and wanted you to see how beautiful the world could be outside of this little space you had carved for yourself. Maybe if he had asked, he wouldn't have lost you, he now thinks bitterly.
After the days he spent with you, he would head back to his manor. He had his own people to take care of, before he lost you. It had become your routine, he had grown accustomed to it, had also let you teach him how to cook, which had been the highlight of some of his visits. He hadn't officially visited the palace in a while, which he didn't mind, because then you two would have to be restrained with your interactions and he despised that. He loved holding you in his arms, kissing you.
You had also surprisingly kept up your praying to the Goddess that had captivated you, much to Leon's amusement.
That little routine had gone for well over a year, he couldn't be away from you for too long. And you couldn't exactly up and abandon your job whenever you wished to, so he was the one traveling. He hadn't really given it much thought, wanting to accommodate you the best he could. He would also often bring you gifts like jewelry, clothes and new paints. You would in turn give him more paintings and whatever new craft you had made with him in mind.
The first time he made love to you, it had been after he surprised you with a romantic dinner he had made himself. He had been putting in effort to learn and improve by himself on what you had already taught him. That night had been one of the best of your life. Things had been perfect, slow and passionate, he had wanted, no, needed, to show you just how much he loved you on your first time. He had prioritized your needs over his, taken his time to prepare you, and he would have kept going had you not begged him to just get in you already. It had made him laugh, your blunt nature ruining the romantic moment slightly, but he adored that about you.
The next morning, you woke up tangled in each other, the gentle rays of sun helping you stir awake. He hadn't slept much, didn't really have a need for sleep, he was a vampire afterall, so he had been watching you sleep.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into his chest.
“We could,” he pressed a kiss atop your head and adjusted the covers over you a little better. “I could turn you, if you wanted. You could come live with me in my manor.”
You sighed. That was wishful thinking… you wish you had taken his offer then and there, everyone else be damned. “People rely on me here, I can't just… abandon them. Not yet.”
“Alright. Whenever you're ready, then.”
But life had other plans for you both. Some more time passed, and he had been officially invited back to the palace by the king. He had not visited you that month, having been busy with the preparations for his official visit, but it was okay. You two would make up for the lost time.
When he arrived at the palace, the atmosphere felt… oppressive. Last time he had visited, everyone had been in high spirits, but this time, things felt wrong. He also hadn't run into you when he took a stroll down in the kitchens. They felt eerily still, despite the hustle and bustle there. Everyone there had been oddly silent. No cracking jokes, no nothing. And to add to that, when he inquired about your whereabouts, everyone looked… haunted.
What he didn't know was that just two days ago, you had been apprehended by the guards and dragged to the dungeons. They accused you of being a ‘leech’ and a ‘bloodsucker’ and wouldn't listen to anything you said in your defense. You had begged and pleaded until your voice had gone hoarse, to no avail. The next day, they carted you off to your execution. They had made it a public spectacle. It pained you greatly to see some of the people you had once called friends cheer and holler in excitement and anticipation of your execution. Leon would come the next day. You hope he wouldl be okay… You wish you could've said goodbye to him and your sweet little Coco for one last time.
But back to the present, Leon managed to sneak off to the tavern he frequented, hoping to find you there. Maybe you had stopped by to buy wine as you often did, and had gotten distracted chatting with the barkeep. The tavern was as lively as usual, people chatting about in groups, the town drunkard grumbling in the corner and the bard singing a melancholic melody. How weird. He sat down for a drink, since he hadn't seen you there. He figured, maybe you'd show.
“Lookin’ for someone?” the barkeep eventually inquired as he wiped the counter clean.
Leon hummed in affirmation, asking if he'd seen you anywhere. The barkeep stilled.
“That foul girl?” the barkeep spat out. “She was exposed as a vampire, they staked her yesterday at noon. Never liked that one much, she gave me the creeps,” he grumbled.
“What?” Leon felt instantly dizzy and sick to his stomach. They had… what? He couldn't believe his ears. And to add to that, this barkeep, the one that had, in the past sang high praises of you, had now switched up his tune?
“Yeah, foul leech, got what she deserved,” the barkeep leered.
That made Leon snap. He grabbed the barkeep by the hair and slammed his face into the counter, hard. He doesn't know how he managed to compose himself after that, but he paid for whatever drink he had ordered and quickly left. He stopped at the back alley of the establishment to empty his stomach, feeling too sick to handle the bile rising and rising and rising-
After that, he rushed to your home, surely this was an elaborately orchestrated prank and he would find you there waiting for him, only to find it cold and empty and… wrong. Your cat, the one you had raised since she was a meek kitten, looked sad. She perked up, but meowed pathetically when she saw it wasn't you at the door. Leon approached Coco to pet her, noticed that the poor thing had been napping on top of one of your discarded shirts, you had probably started your day, gotten changed and then… nothing. He couldn't hold back anymore, he broke down then and there, crying on his knees, holding onto Coco for comfort. How… How could this happen? You had been fine the day before, apparently. Why, why, why?
He spent a long time quietly crying on that floor. After that, the numbness set in. He's not sure just how he kept his wits about him long enough to find out who had dared accuse you of being a vampire, and in one of his least proud moments, killed them. He didn't regret it. Hadn't given them a reason to explain, didn't care for it. They had taken you away from him. He asked around and found where those monsters had just… dumped your body, left to rot like a petty criminal and took you in his arms. The coldness he was met with was unsettling. You were always so warm, so full of life… To see you like this with his own two eyes, it broke him. Well and truly.
He carried you and buried you under a large willow tree that faced the sunset. You had always loved sunsets. He found it fitting. He carved your name on it and spent a long while just sitting there, the grief in his chest consuming him whole. How could this… this wasn't possible. Fuck these people. He made a quick stop by your home, one last time. Took all the things he knew you held dear, along with Coco, and left. Went back to his manor. He spent the days sleeping the pain away, the hollowness your absence had left behind in his chest. The nights were the hardest, so he drank until he would pass out, rarely leaving the mansion to feed, or to visit your grave. He found great comfort in Coco. He thinks that the feline deep down also knew you died and found comfort in him, too. She would cuddle him when he slept and would follow him around everywhere. He often took her along with him when he went to visit your grave. The two would spend a lot of time there. He brought you flowers every so often. He once encountered a small little deer napping right where he had…burried you. It seemed your gentleness radiated from you, even in death. He still couldn't believe you were gone. He hadn't felt grief this deep, in all his years as an immortal creature. And to think those foul people accused you of being a vampire, when you had been sheltering him… it was too much to think about.
His bitterness was also aimed at the Goddess you kept praying to, before you… How could She allow someone so kind as you to be taken from this shitty, cruel world so easily? Wasn’t She supposed to, fuck, he doesn’t even know.
The years passed by slowly, so, so, slowly, and for an immortal creature, that was the worst possible thing. Coco had passed, too. He was heartbroken to lose her. She was the last thing he had of you. Besides your art, that lined the walls of his manor. What a joke. Such a big house, so many riches he had accumulated over the centuries of being alive, and the one person he wanted to show it all to, to share it all with, had been taken from him so cruelly. He buried Coco next to you. He knew you wouldn't want to be separated from her. You had loved her so dearly, like your own flesh and blood. It only seemed fair.
Everything after that settled into cold, lonely nights, where he would reminisce on all the moments he had spent with you, wrapped up in your scent and warmth. It was so at odds with the last time he held you. Cold, dead, much like him, but you were well and truly gone. He never really properly dealt with the grief. He would often daydream of how it would feel to hold you in his arms once more. A few centuries of constant numbness and isolation had passed by that point. His heart had been taken from him so suddenly, how could he possibly move on? He remembers how he often would joke with you about how he was a ‘one lady type of man’ and how you would tease him about how he chose you of all people. He missed you so much, some nights it felt like he would die from heartbreak.
How he would give everything up just to have one more moment with you. None of his materialistic things mattered when you weren't there to share it with. What was the point of him even clinging onto hope? The Gods were cruel, it was a known fact of this world. Why would this so-called ‘kind Goddess’ ever grace you with Her blessings? You were just one of the many people that had died unjust deaths. He stopped visiting your grave.
You woke up gasping for air amidst dirt. You're unsure of how you clawed your way out of the ground, some force within you driving you to do so, before you were even fully coherent. No one was around. It was deep into the night, the moon high up in the sky, shining brightly down at you. Your breaths were labored, deep and heavy as you tried to recall… well, anything. Who were you? You gazed behind you, at the large tree. There was a name carved into it. Your name? You're unsure. Shakily, you stood up and dusted the dirt off your clothes.
You remembered how to read, that was a good start. You tried to remember anything about yourself, to no avail. Why were you in the dirt? You looked down at your clothes. They were tattered. Could you have been… dead? The thought terrified you. Why would you be buried here? Could you be someone unwanted and uncared for? The ground around where you rose from seemed luscious with life. You looked down once more, your chest glowing bright with light. Suddenly, your clothes were restored. How could this be? Odd. Could you be some sort of witch, maybe? No, no, surely not. The warm light faded soon after.
You noticed lights in the horizon, so you decided to go towards them. It seemed to be some sort of settlement, a town? The walk wasn't too long, but the stiffness in your joints made it long. Walking was difficult, so was standing up straight. You took a lot of breaks on your way there. What year could it be? How long had you been… dead for? Would there be someone in this world that cared for you? Perhaps not.
Something deep within you, led you to the edge of town, towards a small, ruined house. It seemed abandoned. You wonder if its owner had left on a journey of their own and settled away. Seeing how no one was around, you entered the house. The dust inside made you sneeze, once, twice, thrice. You giggled to yourself. This feeling was peculiar. You explored the house, finding nothing of value, besides a few trinkets. One was a silver brooch with a blue gemstone in it. You felt carvings on its back, so you turned it around and squinted your eyes to read what it said.
‘To my heart, -L.’
How sweet of this person. But why would the owner leave it behind? Had those two fallen out? You found the possibility sad. Your mind had cleared a little more, since you woke up, which was when you noticed a pendant with a blue gemstone hanging from your throat. Maybe you enjoyed this color before you died! You decided to pocket the brooch, since the owner clearly didn't care for it. You looked through the house some more, in hopes of finding something else, like another pair of shoes, or perhaps some clothes you could use. Your search came up empty, but you weren't too upset about it.
You were worried, however, about how you would keep yourself fed and hydrated. You had nothing to your name, besides the clothes on your back and this brooch. You didn't wish to give it away, so you would have to find another way. Perhaps you could find work, but what kind of work? You don't remember what you are good at. Much less who you were before. You only knew your (?) name and even that information was flimsy at best. Anyone could have carved that name on that tree. It could be anyone's name, for all you knew. Someone's lover, someone's daughter, someone's sister?
Your instincts led you towards the town's center, and into a tavern next. You're not sure why you trusted that instinct, but so far, it has not led you astray. You chatted with some folks nursing their drinks, they seemed intrigued by you. You weren't a local, afterall. You mustered up the courage to ask the barkeep, a beautiful, red haired woman, if she needed help with anything. If it hadn't been for her kindness, you're sure you would have starved on the streets. She seemed like she saw right through you, all the years she spent working and interacting with people probably had made her an expert in reading them. She told you she was unmarried, and gave you a roof over your head. You confessed to her that you had no memories of your life, she took pity on you.
You worked hard for her for a few months. Made enough money for yourself to be able to drift around, as your gut guided you from one place to the next. You never stayed long enough to make significant connections with anyone, always moving on to the next place whenever you felt that deep gnawing need in your gut. You discovered you quite liked cooking, working at different taverns when you had need for money, or found a place you wanted to settle down on.
Being a drifter, had led you to see so much of the world. You had interacted with all sorts of people, who led different types of lives. Once, you found yourself drawn to one of the churches of the gods, where your attention was caught by the statue of a Goddess. Her gentle features captured in the cold stone enthralled you. How you wish you had that level of skill too. Maybe you did? But that was in the past. A past which you had no idea of, still. Sometimes, you dreamt of a large, imposing palace, of walking in its halls in a rush. Other times, you dreamt of a man, his face obscured, but his arms always in some way on you, holding your own.
A witch you met in a tavern during your travels took interest in you. She told you you had the aura of someone that had been brought to life by that Goddess. You might have been naive in believing her word, for she could have been lying to you, but you're unsure what she could gain by doing so and you didn't like distrusting people unless they gave you a reason to. So you vaguely told her your story.
The dreams you had were your long lost memories, she said. But any hopes of you finding that man from your dreams were diminished, when she told you that you had probably been dead for a while before your resurrection. So he probably would be long gone, too. It saddened you quite a lot. You had nothing from your past to hold onto, no one to come looking for you or to go back to.
The witch offered to take you under her wing, as her apprentice, but you quite liked the way you lived now, so you declined and kept traveling. Shortly after that encounter, your dreams got more intense. Some nights they were so intense you could barely sleep properly. You often dreamt of the same man, his voice always calming you. You wished desperately to find him, but realistically, you probably never would, but alas. You kept traveling.
You wandered into a large luscious forest early this morning and had gotten a little lost and disoriented. It’s trees were large and imposing, so can anyone really blame you for marveling at them? You surely wouldn't. The birds were chirping, the deer were frolicking and none of them seemed to pay you any mind as you walked about, occasionally sitting on the ground to rest.
The day had passed by in a blur like that, and night had gradually started to fall. Rain began to slowly fall, small droplets pitter pattering against the leaves making a calming melody. You would have to find shelter soon, before it started to rain heavily.
You kept wandering, until you stumbled upon a manor. It looked a little run down and abandoned, so you decided to take your chances with it. The rain had been increasing in volume, so you hoped if any owners existed, they would at least take some pity on you.
Before you entered, you knocked first, just in case! No one responded. Phew! You pushed the door open, its hinges creaking loudly, it had probably not been used for a while. What a pity, it was a marvelous door! You stepped inside and shut it behind you. Taking a look inside, you noticed various paintings hanging from the walls, depicting landscapes of different times of day. They all looked so beautiful! You wonder who the artist might've been. You'd have liked to meet them!
Shaking yourself dry you shivered a little and leaned down to remove your boots so as not to dirty the lush carpet you noticed.
Little did you know, someone had been watching you this whole time. The man had been looking at you in disbelief from the top of the stairs. It couldn't be-
He cleared his throat loudly, making you let out a startled yelp as you looked around trying to see who (what?) it was. “Who may you be?” he asked.
You sighed in relief and looked up at him, trying to smile reassuringly. “Hello, sir! Just a drifter, I was seeking shelter from the rain! I knocked but no one responded… My apologies for barging in like this!”
His mind was in disarray. It couldn't be her. What a cruel trick of fate. It just couldn't, couldn't, couldn't. He tried to keep his cool facade up, but he was shaken. Your voice, your looks, it was as if you were a carbon copy of… he shook his head, “apologies, I didn't hear the knocks.” he took a few steps down the stairs, his heart in his throat. The closer he got, the more sick he felt. “You are welcome to take shelter here.”
“Really? Thank you so much! I promise I won't burden you!”
Even your consideration was the same as- “come on, the fire is lit in my study,” he motioned for you to follow him. As you trailed behind him, you told him your name when he asked once more, and he told you his. A pretty name for a pretty man.
(This whole introduction had given him serious whiplash, to say the least. He thought back to the first time he saw her back then. How her mysterious introduction had had him thrown for a loop. How easy-going she had been the next time he saw her. It seemed you didn't know he was a vampire, not yet at least. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.)
“You can sit,” he motioned at one of the armchairs that were near the lit fireplace as he went to stoke the fire.
“Thanks, Leon!" you took a seat and looked around the room. More paintings decorated the walls, some propped up on the floor. The ones kept in here were of a couple, the same one in each painting, you assume, in different locations. Some were of the couple near a riverbank, some of the couple standing close together amidst a garden. They were so romantic!
“So, you live here alone?”
Leon stiffened at the question as he straightened up. “Yes. I have for quite a while.”
“Oh! Don't you get a little lonely?”
He laughed bitterly. If only you knew. “Sometimes, yes.”
“I get that! I get lonely often on my travels!”
He hummed thoughtfully. “How about tea?”
You smiled and nodded, “if it's not too much to ask for, yes please!”
“I offered,” he said, maybe a little too quickly. He could test you, see if you were a shapeshifter wanting to pull a cruel prank on him. He quickly made the tea and held the cup in front of you in one hand, along with a silver spoon on the other. If you reacted to the silver, he would act swiftly, your appearance be damned.
“Thank you so much! I fear I might get sick if I don't warm up properly!” you smile and take the warm cup of tea and the spoon, using it to stir it. You blew some air to it to cool it down before you took a sip and hummed in appreciation. “This is great!”
So, not a shapeshifter. What the fuck were you, then!? Because you surely weren't her. He gave you a tight lipped smile and sat down on the armchair across yours, also taking a sip from his tea, deep in thought. He glanced at you as you moved to take your thick scarf and cloak off. The silver pendant he had once gifted her hung off your neck. He stared at it in shock. He remembers, clear as day, he had buried her with it. How could this be?
“You have a really nice taste in decorations, by the way,” you said after a while. “Did you paint those yourself? They're beautiful.”
“No… My lover did. But thanks.”
You nod and look around some more as you take another sip from your tea. There's shelves filled with books and quite a lot of books at that. You wonder to yourself what kind of books a man like him would read.
“You mentioned you are a traveler?”
You nod enthusiastically, “yeah! It can be a lot of fun!”
“You have no companions? Family?”
Your face scrunches up. You've had this conversation numerous times already, people always curious as to why a woman would travel by herself, their following bewilderment when you spoke of your missing memories and your failure of a search to find out if the man from your dream-memories is still alive. “Nope. None whatsoever. No clear memories either,” you state, because why hide the truth? He opened up his home to you in your time of need, the least you can do is be honest with him.
“No… memories? How come?”
He was quite perplexed, to say the least. A stranger, waltzing into his home, looking like an exact replica of his dead lover… he didn't want to have hope that you… were her… but the more you spoke, the more those hopes grew.
“Well, it's a long story, but to shorten it, I woke up beneath a tree, apparently my Goddess granted me life once more, I must've been quite devout before I died!”
That made his world stop. You had been revived? By… Her? Too many details lined up for comfort. “A tree, you say? What kind was it?”
“A willow! Big old tree up north! It's not too far from here, actually!”
The storm was now raging outside, causing quite a ruckus. You seemed clueless to his internal mix of panic, joy, melancholy, which the weather matched perfectly by a loud clap of thunder echoing through the room. So it… it was you. It had to be. “...I know the one.”
“You do? Wow! How long have you been living here, then?”
The word “centuries,” slipped out from his lips before he could stop it. You slowly turned to look at him in shock at his slip-up. He didn't want you to be scared of him, but now that was too late. You would probably freak out and bolt, and he would never see you again.
“You’re… a vampire?” you asked quietly, setting down the cup of tea shakily on the table.
“...Yeah.”
“Oh,” was all you managed to say. He hadn't attacked you yet, but what if he had wanted to lower your guard and then strike? Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could you be so careless!? “You won't eat me, will you?”
He scoffed, as if offended at the mere thought. “Eat you? I could never, fuck, I would never.”
He could be lying to you. But he sounded sincere, more sincere than some of the people you had interacted with so far. “You didn't put anything weird in my tea, did you…?”
He scoffed again, “sweetheart, if I wanted to kill you, I would've already done so.”
That oddly reassured you. Just a little bit, at least. So, what the hells, you decided, you might as well go for it. “Have you been around for long…?”
He laughs softly. “Too long.”
You nodded once more and steeled yourself. “Could you know who the maker of this was?” you pulled out the brooch and handed it to him. He stared at you, his mouth hanging open. He thought he had long lost this.
“You… How did you get this?”
You explained how your first day after your resurrection had gone, and he had listened intently. He kept you talking (which was something he always had been good at before she- no, you- died), and you had told him of how your last two years had been. You're not sure why you felt so at ease telling him all about your life, how you dreamt of your past but it was never clear, but it was a feeling like no other. You felt warm and listened to, for once in your (newfound) life.
“Are you crying? I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?” you immediately apologise when you notice a few tears staining his cheeks. He quickly wipes them away with the back of his hand and hands you back the brooch.
“I thought I lost you forever,” he says softly.
“You-you knew me!?”
Your excited tone makes his heart flutter. Your happiness was always contagious to him, and for once, he's glad he didn't drink an ounce of wine tonight.
“Yeah. I did.”
“Were we close!?”
“Close would be an… understatement.”
Oh… Oh.
Could he be the man from your dreams? Now that you think about it, the voice matches, you even feel… the same sense of safety from your dreams in his presence, despite his nature.
The rain kept pelting against the windows harshly as you two talked well into the night. He (somehow) convinced you to agree to stay with him, for a while, at least and he also helped you make sense of some of your tangled up memories. You really felt like you could trust him.
The months passed by enveloped in tension between you two. He had let you choose one of the manors rooms as your own, and tried to give you as much space as he could, but oftentimes he was a little overbearing. You didn't blame him, opting to just play along with it to ease his fears. If your positions were switched, you would have been the same.
You often would end up keeping him company during nights when your dream-memories overwhelmed you enough to be unable to continue sleeping. He craved to hold you, but he hadn't tried to do so yet. Maybe you would be averse to affection from him this time around and he knew that it would break him if he saw disgust on your face by his advances.
Getting to know you once again had brought back his feelings for you ten times stronger. You hadn't changed too much, it seemed, you were just… more free. Freer than you had been in the past.
The first time since you two were reunited that he held you was one he would remember for a while. Hearing your horrified screams of pain had made him rush to your room instantly, only to find you asleep, a night terror causing it. He gently stirred you awake and was (pleasantly) surprised when you threw yourself into his arms and sobbed. Your pained cries had broken his heart, but holding you like this? Oh god, he could die a happy man. The last time he got to hold you was when he buried you. The sheer contrast of how you felt against him was overwhelming. When he managed to calm you down enough to speak, you told him that you dreamt of your death. The screams made more sense now. You begged him to stay next to you, if not for the night, which he obliged, without hesitation.
Things changed after that. You were more open with him, even touched him casually, as you once did before. He reveled in it. Eventually, you asked if he could feed from you, when after one night of more memories returning to you, you discovered that you used to do that. The experience felt new and old at the same time, and you were surprised to find the whole experience pleasurable, even.
Leon felt so complete and happy after so many centuries of pain and loneliness. Everything was falling back into place, slowly but surely, and he couldn't be more overjoyed at the fact.
You ended up staying with him for good, occasionally going on small trips with him, your wanderlust still there. But that old need in your gut had vanished. It seems it had finally led you where you were meant to go. You kept praying to the Goddess, genuinely thankful for the second chance at life She had given you.
After a year or two of this, now closer in age to him than before, to be clear, the age he was turned at, not his actual age, and after you two had had a lot of long talks about things and your memories were fully back, he turned you. It was what you always had wanted anyways, so if now, then when? The world had felt so different now, so amplified, it was as if you were truly seeing it for the first time again. You had also started painting again somewhere along the way. Everything was perfect.
Waking up, in the arms of your now husband for the rest of your (immortal) lives, you're glad you had pulled that silly little stunt, way back then.
summary: you and dante have a one night stand and he abandons you after, you later find out youre pregnant with his kid. years pass and he shows up to see if he still has a chance to make up and be with you and is shocked to find his daughter there instead. this is how you two make up
warnings: my shitty writing as always, dante might be ooc idk ive only ever written for him twice, takes place after dmc5, this is fluff with slight angst? lots of me yammering, dante being a silly needy desperate guy, dante is a mess but hes trying his best, uhh the daughter is an oc cause i didnt know what else to base her off of, no mentions of y/n, mom gets used a few times? but no other pronouns or skin color or anything is used to describe yall, i hope most of you can read it!
a/n: this was from a req on ao3, figured i should start getting these done, even though im still HEAVILY hyper-fixated on leon. wait for me slimes im trying my best!! i hope this is okay to read lol. likes, comments and rbs are appreciated! have fun!
You had met Dante, as Tony. Tony redgrave. You used to work at a bar he frequented, trying to make some money on the side whilst you got your degree. You two had grown quite close, you think you had intense feelings for him, and on a fateful night, you two slept together. In the heat of the moment, he had revealed his true name to you, cracking a joke or two (while still inside you, fucking goofball). The morning after, you woke to a cold bed, and Dante nowhere to be found. It broke your heart, but oh well. What can you do? (Other than mope around feeling used.)
If you had known you'd get pregnant from it, you might have just kept your legs closed, but you really loved your child, so you're not really sure if you'd actually change a thing from that night. (Well, you might've woken yourself up earlier to give Dante a throttling for daring to leave you like that and disappearing from your life.)
What followed was you freaking out of your goddamn mind, because you were pregnant and alone, just trying to get your damn degree. You didn't have the guts to go ahead and get an abortion, so you were ‘stuck’ going insane over being a mother in your early 20s. But giving birth to your little girl, Emilia was the most beautiful (and fucking painful) moment of your life and you wouldn’t give her up for anything.
Stupid bastard kid had your eyes but his hair, and most of his features. She was in your goddamn womb for nine months, and she came out looking like a carbon copy of him! The audacity! But you adored her anyway.
She had grown into a gorgeous woman, though, still looking like him, strong and with a great sense of morality. You had always known Dante was special and you hoped your little girl wouldn't have inherited any of that, but alas, she did, and she really wanted to fight and protect the weak. She was so sweet, but she really had taken years off your life when she sat you down and told you that.
You had never tried to track him down, because, why would you? He had left you, cold and alone after the most intense sex of your life. Vanished off the face of the earth for all you knew. At first it was because of that resentment and fear that your child would be brought into dangers you couldn't comprehend nor protect her from, but over the years it turned into you being afraid of telling him. You knew you'd get an earful and possibly (metaphorically) get skinned alive if you just appeared in his life and told him he was a father. You were scared, selfishly so, and also, truthfully, really lazy and too busy to look for him. You didn't want him in your life if he was going to up and disappear without a word, you couldn't risk hurting your little girl's feelings like that.
Well, she was a little girl no more, but she'd always be your little girl, even if she could kick your ass without breaking a sweat. She was exceptionally smart, having gotten her own degree in microbiology and excelled in her field of work, whilst also fighting and protecting people from the few demon attacks that had happened where you two lived, together.
Your house was modest, and you were glad Emilia had chosen to live with you despite her age. You two had your routine and were really close, which made you happy that she trusted you like that. She never had complained about her father being absent, only having asked about him once when she was a teenager, to which you answered truthfully. Or, as truthfully as you could. You had told her that you weren't sure if he was alive, because he had left you after her conception and that you thought he was ‘special’. She didn't press you on further details, which you were glad, because thinking about him always brought up that feeling of despair you got when you woke up that day.
Today was a day like any other, you were at work, and it was one of Emilia's rare off days, so she was at home playing video games. (Even smart people like her had to have a hobby!) There was a knock on the door, which she found peculiar as she paused her game and got up to open the door.
There stood a tall, older man, with white hair and blue eyes, who looked just as stunned to see her as she did him. She cleared her throat after a moment of surprise, “uhh, hello? Who are you?”
Now, Dante hadn't thought much about you over the years since he left you after that night. He had to not think about you, because if he did, he knew he'd go back to you in a heartbeat, and he didn't want you, a mere civilian, to get mixed up in his world. His very dangerous world. So in his head, leaving had been the best option. As soon as he realized he loved you it had been over. He was fucked. So he tucked tail, ran and tried his hardest to forget about you and that night. He only found you now because he thought that… Well, things were safe. He had his brother back, a nephew, too, but he didn't feel complete without you, he realized. So, he searched and searched and… found you.
He cleared his throat and blinked at this young woman, who was looking at him in irritation? She seemed to be in her 20s, and she had your eyes. And… white hair. Dante swore he felt dizzy as he looked at her dumbfounded. “Hey there, you are?”
“I’m Emilia, now, who are you old man?”
Dante huffed a laugh and combed a hand through his hair. She couldn't possibly be… his daughter, could she? That was a silly, silly thought. Surely not??? “Dante.”
“Oookay edgelord, what do you want?” she asked once more, growing more and more irritated with how weirdly he was looking at her. As if she had grown a second head! She knew she hadn't!
Dante managed to ask Emilia if this was where you lived, which only made her more suspicious about him. “Oh, mom? Yeah, she lives here. But she's at work now, should be home soon, why?”
“Im, ah, an old friend.”
Despite her suspicions of him, Emilia knew deep down. I mean, not many men had hair as white as this… Dante guy, and even then, this guy looked like her. Or to be more accurate, she looked like him. She invited him in to wait for you and tried to make small talk to gauge his personality.
You didn't take that long to get home. You had been so tired and just looked forward to getting home, eating and sleeping. You unlocked the door, looking down at your phone as you put your things away and muttered an ‘i’m home’ to let Emilia know you were back. You hadn't even noticed Dante sitting on your couch looking at you like something had just clicked in his head.
“Hey mom, your ‘friend’ here decided to pay you a visit,” she snickers, because at this point? Yeah, she's sure this is her dad.
You look up from your phone in confusion, then, utter mortification, when you see Dante sat there looking like he owns the place. (Which you knew was him trying to be cool, he tended to do that back in the day when he was freaking out but trying to keep his persona up.)
All color had drained from your face and you were feeling extremely dizzy, “oh, fuck,” you manage to squeak out. Emilia laughs, and (you think, you were too out of it to be sure) says something about leaving you two to ‘catch up’ before she makes a beeline for the door and leaves.
“Uh. Hi,” you eventually say.
“Is she mine?”
Of course he would ask that first thing in. You sit down on the couch, mostly so you don't pass out and nod faintly.
All hell broke loose after that. No pun intended. You and Dante argued and argued and argued, for a good hour or so, about you having kept Emilia a secret. He said he had a right to know and be there for her, which had made you blow up at him, because he chose to leave after that night, how should you have known he'd want to be a present father? He hadn't even wanted to wake up next to you and deal with the conversation that would have come up that morning, why would he want to stick around for his kid? He had taken great offense to that (even though he knew you were right) and kept arguing his case. When you got up and all but threw a scrapbook in his face, decorated with ‘for daddy’ in pink glittery letters he finally shut up and drew in a deep breath as he opened it and looked at the contents.
Emilia had kept that since she was a little girl, you had started it just in case you ever did get the guts to tell him, and she filled it with all her big moments, even now as an adult. It broke Dante. He wanted to be there to witness these things first hand. He hadn't. He knew he had to make up for all these years he missed out on his little girl's life. He never regretted leaving more than he did now. To be fair, he couldn't have known that you'd get pregnant, let alone have kept the kid, but he would still beat himself up over it. All these years lost, the highs and lows of his goddamn daughter's life. And he thought Vergil had been the deadbeat dad. At least he had an excuse for the absence. What did Dante have? He had been a coward and he didn't want you to be dragged into the mess that was his life, didn't want you to have to deal with the debts he had, the things that were after him, even Dante himself and how shitty his depression got. He wanted to keep you out of it, far away, somewhere you could be happy and unharmed, but it seemed that one choice he made in panic came back to bite him in the ass harder than any demon ever could. What a fucking joke.
After that, you two finally quieted down enough to have a decent conversation, where you told him more about Emilia and he finally cleared up details about his lineage to you. Your little girl's strength and irregular regeneration made a lot more sense, considering. He wanted to get to know her and be in her life. He promised he'd make the effort. You guess you would find out if you were right to trust him. When Emilia had returned from her walk, she didn't seem surprised when you two sat her down and told her that he was her father. Things felt like they were moving too fast for your liking, but she was a grown woman, so you trusted her to make her own choices. This was her dad afterall. The one, who, you knew that deep down she always craved to meet but never asked you for details because she didn't like how sad you got over it.
Over the next few months, the two had really hit it off, Dante hesitantly helping her train and teaching her how to control her demon powers better. It had been rough for you, you're not gonna lie, seeing how easy it was for him to be her parent, while you had struggled to be a good mom for her for so many years. Not that you were bad, but it had still been hard for you not to fall into despair when things got difficult. He had just shown up and it was like he never had been absent in the first place. You kept yourself busy and chose to put as much distance between you and Dante as you could, because you were still hurt and upset, and despite his apologies and efforts, that ache wouldn't go away. He was good at everything (except paying his bills), of course he'd be an amazing dad. Not that the two didn't have their disagreements, but still.
Lately he had been showing up more and more when you were home too, and tried to spend time with you, which you always managed to dodge and avoid with excuses varying from shitty to decent. He knew he had hurt you and that it wouldn't just be fixed from one day to the other, but he was starting to get really impatient. The original visit to you, before he found he had a whole ass daughter, was meant to see if things between you two could be repaired. If he still had a shot. He knew it was foolish to expect you to still be single after all these years, let alone want him, but he was nothing if not a (hopeful) fool.
Emilia had gone on a trip with her new friends, Dante's nephew, Nero, and a few of his friends, which meant you had the house to yourself. What a glorious day it would be! You first cleaned up a little, then treated yourself to a nice, long shower, and then it was time for you to sit back and pig out whilst watching movies. What could possibly ruin that?
A knock echoed across the room. You groaned, because who the fuck could it be at this hour?! Your first instinct was to ignore it, which you unsuccessfully did, because the offender kept knocking. You huffed in frustration and trudged to the door, seething. You yanked it open and barely held back an annoyed whine when you saw Dante, standing there with a pizza box in hand, smirking smugly at you.
“Knew you were in there. C’monnn, let me in.”
You glared at him and stepped aside, "Emilia isn't here, you know?”
He stepped in, handed the pizza box to you and took his coat and shoes off, “oh, I know. What, can't a guy treat his other favorite girl to some pizza?”
“No. And since when am I your ‘other favorite girl?’” you scoffed and moved back towards the living room, set the pizza box down on the coffee table and sat down, before you took a slice out to eat. Dante had, of course, followed you and did the same.
“Since forever, of course!”
“Right, sure,” you said blankly. The audacity of this man frustrated you to no end.
“Sooo, are you single..?”
You almost choked on your pizza bite. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and finished chewing before responding. “...Why?”
He groaned. Did you really have to be so evasive!? “Just answer the question!”
“Not until you answer mine,” you countered. Why was he even curious right now? Did he want to rub it in? That, what? You hadn't gotten over him, even after all these years, while he had moved on with someone else? Bastard man.
“Because! I'm curious!”
“But why! Why do you care?”
“I just want to know if I still have a shot!”
His outburst shocked you. That was so unlike him. A shot? At what?
You fully turned to look at him, your mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. He… wanted you?
Oh. Oh, fuck.
“C’mon, don't look at me like that! Answer the question,” he grumbled.
“Mind your business,” you cleared your throat. You weren't about to make this easy on him. He had ‘ghosted’ you, as your daughter would say. Why should you?
“Oh, come on!”
“Don’t you ‘oh, come on’ me,” you snarked. “What, do you think you can just waltz back into my life and have everything handed to you on a silver platter? Greedy old man.”
“Hey! Firstly, I'm not old, just experienced! And secondly! That's not what I thought. I swear, I want this. I want you. I want to prove it to you, if you don't believe me. And I'll keep proving it to you even after you do. Just, gimme a chance, please?”
He was using that stupid puppy eyed expression that always had you folding back in the day. And he sounded like he really believed (and meant) what he was saying. He also really had been making an immense amount of effort with your daughter… Maybe you should… No. Nuh-uh. You got fooled once, you wouldn't be fooled again!
“I’m not convinced,” you say after a while.
“Pretty please, baby?”
You leveled him with a serious look. He dropped the act with a huff and combed a hand through his hair in frustration.
“I didn't want to leave you, you know? I panicked. And bolted. Didn't want to bring you into the danger that was- no, is- my life. But I guess that didn't work out so well for me, eh?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I really am sorry for it. I should've been there for you, for… our daughter. But I wasn't. And I'll spend every day of the rest of my days trying to make up for that. So… please?”
“Okay, fine,” you said in exasperation. “I am single. Do with that what you will.”
He fist pumped the air in celebration. You rolled your eyes and tried to hide a smile. He was still a goofball, through and through.
Over the next few months, Dante had really been trying to ‘woo’ you. It was like he'd turned the dial up to eleven, constantly flirting with you, complimenting you, and, surprisingly, acting like a needy puppy when you two were alone together. You were still reluctant about this whole thing, but he really had been making a great effort, both with you and with your daughter. It had almost been a year since he walked back into your life and you can't lie… you had been really happy. Reluctant, but happy.
The amount of debts he had worried you, but he said he would ‘take care of it’ which did little to actually reassure you, but it's not like you didn't have a house to live, so you figured you'd let him do as he pleased. Though, where he got the money to take you on dates was beyond you, but what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you, so!
Sometimes, however, you really worried about him and your daughter, this whole devil hunting business leaving you uneasy, but you also trusted Dante would protect her, if push came to shove. So you were (somewhat) reassured. You still couldn't help but worry, though.
These last few months, you had also met the rest of his friends. They seemed like wonderful ladies, you were glad they were in his life. And Vergil… you surprisingly got along with him well. He found how you interacted with his brother rather amusing, and you had also put him on classical music, which he appreciated a lot. Not that he didn't know of it, but it had been nice of you to treat him like just another guy rather than what he was. Those interactions between you, the love of his life, and his brother, really seemed to also please Dante, despite you two always ganging up on him, although he'd never say it out loud.
You had also ended up getting really, really fascinated by his devil form. You knew you were always a little weird in the head, but when you saw him transform into that for the first time, and your first thought being ‘I can take him’ really cemented that in your brain. But anyway! It had been a few really eventful months (almost a year) in your life since he chose to come back, and by now, you didn't mind. Emilia had also been having the time of her life, finally getting the big family you always knew she wanted. It made your heart full with joy and love. You were so glad Nero had been so accepting of her, taking her under his wing, even though he was a few years younger than her. It was sweet of him. He also seemed glad to have a cousin he could (somewhat) relate to.
What surprised you the most, however, was just how sweet Dante was with you. How smitten. Not that you were any better, but you still would pretend to be skeptical about him from time to time, if only to tease him when he was being a brat (affectionate).
He often would return from contracts he took covered in blood and stinking, and he always would insist you take care of him, which was adorable, for someone like him to trust you to see him vulnerable like that, when in the past, he wouldn't have been caught dead doing so. Your relationship with him definitely had blossomed into something that should've been from the start, but you guess, right person, wrong time? It certainly felt that way. But at least you had each other now and that's all that mattered.
leon kennedy x reader (im sorry vergil enthusiasts)
wc: 4208
summary: leon was in a bad head space but you manage to cheer him up ;)
warnings: english isnt my first language, THIS IS SMUT. MINORS GTFO! leon is suicidal, mentions of him trying but he doesnt go through with it, reader is slightly obsessive and off putting, fluff and smut, slow passionate sex ig? idk how to write ts chat, i hope its ok to read at least, chris and jill have a cameo, awkward tension, leon is gentle and an aftercare king, roommates to best friends to lovers, needy leon and needy yn, yn has she/her pronouns and fem anatomy but besides that no skin color or body type is described so i hope most ppl can read it (sorry!)
a/n: hello slimes, my 2nd ever posted leon fic! i hope its not horrible to read and the smut is decent(ish), i tried my best! yall have twin to thank for this even being a smut fic, if she hadnt said a 'YES' when i asked her, id have done my usual fade to suggestive shi strat. anyway, enjoy, likes, rbs and comments are appreciated!
You and Leon had been roommates for a few years. What had started as you simply in need of housing, and him just… not wanting to be going back home to a cold, empty apartment, had ended up being one of the best things of your life. You and Leon had grown quite close over the years of you two being roommates, even calling each other best friends!
You didn't work at the D.S.O. as a field agent, you were just one of the secretaries aiding agents with paperwork, which is where you originally met Leon. It was at the break room, on your first day of work, where you had quite literally walked right into him, having heard a rumor that he was in search of a roommate, your face slamming into his back and all. It had been very fucking embarassing for you, especially because you had wanted to make a good first impression so he would choose you. Thank god he had laughed it off. He still teased you about it to this day.
You had heard of an operation going horribly wrong, and you knew Leon had been on it, but you hadn't been privy to more information about it, seeing as you were only a lowly secretary. Leon had subsequently gone on vacation right after that operation, and he wouldn't pick up any of your calls.
What you hadn't known, however, was exactly how horribly that mission had gone. His whole team had been wiped out. There was nothing he could have done to prevent it. And him being sent on ‘vacation’? That had just been the nice way of him being told to get some therapy. What a fucking joke. He was seriously at the end of his rope. He was never good enough, never fast enough, never competent enough to prevent the blood on his hands from building and building up. He was so exhausted from being treated as the D.S.O.’s leashed bloodhound, seen as nothing more than the go-to guy to be sent when they wanted things done quickly. He wasn't Leon Kennedy, he was just Agent Kennedy, someone disposable if it ever came to that.
To be honest, he wanted to end it all. Maybe one nice bullet to the head and all his little problems would be solved. The easy way out, so he wouldn't have to deal with all his survivors' guilt, all those nightmares, all this blood on his hands. He did try to take the easy way out. Tried, but when push came to shove, he realized that deep down? He wanted-no, needed- to keep living. That realization had made him want to scream and pull his hair out.
Night fell again, as it always did, cursed thing, and as always, things got worse for him. He had been trying to sleep in his shitty hotel bed for what felt like years. He opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm on the bedside table, it read 4am. Fuck, another sleepless night, his mind refusing to quiet down, even after he had taken a few sleeping pills (too many) to achieve that. How cruel.
Meanwhile, you were in bed, unable to sleep too, tossing and turning, as one does. Now, you wouldn't call yourself too much of a weirdo, no, but… well, when you were anxious, you tended to get a… tad bit obsessive and (downright) stalkerish. Were you a diet stalker? Perchance. Did you care? Not too much! You and Leon would share your locations, because over the years of living with you, he discovered your, uh, more unusual behaviors, and he had told you he didn't mind it, if it would ease your anxiety over his well being.
(He also weirdly liked being cared for like that for once.)
You had already checked his location, which was turned off, for obvious reasons, you think, after that mission, and had already done your usual social media rounds, which had come up empty, but, to be fair, Leon never posted anything anyways, so it was done more out of your compulsion to check rather than anything else.
Sometimes, you think, if some outsider saw how you were acting, they'd think you were an obsessive girlfriend, rather than a very worried best friend slash roommate. Which was all you were. Totally!
Suddenly, amidst Leon's spiralling, his phone rang. He groaned and reached for it blindly, taking a peek at the caller ID. What were you calling him for at this hour of the night? He answered the call.
“Oh my god! You finally picked up, hi Leon!!”
He felt a rush of relief at hearing your voice and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. It had been quite a few days since you two had talked, not for a lack of trying on your end, however. His voice was thick, from the lack of use, he had been trying to fall asleep afterall, making him sound more tired than usual, as he answered. “What’re you doing calling me at, like, four in the morning?”
“Oh, uh, did I wake you?”
He chuckled weakly, a soft, tired smile on his face despite how exhausted he was. “Kind of? I was trying to sleep. Is everything okay?”
You sighed. It was exactly as you feared. “Well, yes and no?”
Leon frowned, concern creeping into his voice. He shifted in bed slightly, adjusting the blanket over him better. “That’s not an answer,” he said gently and rubbed a hand over his stubble, "what's going on? Did something happen?”
“Well… it's kinda hard to explain?”
Your evasive answer made his frown deepen, or at least you assumed he was frowning, with how his voice sounded. “Try me, I'm listening.”
You took a deep breath in for courage before you spoke. “You know how I sometimes get really anxious and stuff? Like, about something happening to you?”
Leon nodded instinctively, even though he knew you couldn't see him. “Yeah. Are you feeling that way right now?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Yes sir. Felt sick to my stomach from it, so I thought I should try calling again. I'm sorry, I should've checked the time.”
He laughed tiredly at your apology. “Hey, it's alright,” he reassured, his voice gentle and understanding, “I’m glad you called, just wasn't expecting you to call at this hour is all.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright! Sooo, are you okay?”
“Not really,” he answered honestly. He was too tired to lie right now, sleep deprivation catching up to him, “but I will be. Didn't mean for you to worry about me, though.”
“You know I always worry about you. Did something happen?”
Leon sighed and closed his eyes, torn between wanting to tell you, and not wanting to worry you even more, like he knew you would. But he also knew you wouldn't stop asking, and he couldn't dodge your questions like he could everyone else's. He had a soft spot for you. “Nothing specific… just… bad days, I guess. You know how it goes.”
Of course you did, which was why you were always so worried about him. But this time, it didn't sound like the usual things that seemed to constantly gnaw and eat away at him, no. He sounded more tired, more worn down. “Nooo, that's not it.”
“It’s late, sweetheart, and you're not sleeping either, you don't have to do this,” he paused as he adjusted the phone against his ear, “you already called to check on me, that's enough.”
You groaned, of course he would say that. “No, no, please, tell me?”
He sighed again. How could he worry you more when you had already gone through the trouble of calling him in the first place? He knew he could lie, but what good would that do? You would call him out on it and you would worry more. “Just… the usual stuff.”
“Stop being cryptic, you doofus.”
“Alright, alright, bossy much?” he huffs. “The mission, it went to shit, like they always do. Couldn't do much to prevent it, I was too late, again.” his voice comes out more wobbly, which he would blame on the lack of sleep, and definitely not on anything else. “And… I can't sleep. Again.”
“Did you… try anything?”
He could practically see your worried expression, even if you weren't there. And he wasn't stupid as to what you were alluding to with that question. “...No. Just took a few sleeping pills, but they don't seem to be doing their job.”
“Do you want to stay on call until we both fall asleep, maybe?”
“Yes.”
You nodded to yourself, a small smile of relief on your lips. “Okay! Good! So, when are you coming back from vacation?”
“Ah, that's complicated. Why? Miss me that much?”
Without missing a beat you respond, “yes.”
His heart does a weird little flip in his chest at your immediate response. “If you wanted me back that bad, you could’ve just asked, y'know," he tries to mask the way his heart is still practically doing somersaults in his chest with that stupid fucking remark.
“Can you? Come back sooner?”
“I'll… see what I can do.”
“Yay! Thank you, I'm sorry, I know I can be a little overbearing, you don't actually have to!”
As if. He would do anything you asked of him without hesitation. He was so whipped, it wasn't even funny. The lines of friendship and relationship between you two had been blurred for a long time. But neither of you seemed to really mind.
You two kept talking for a while more, about the mission, how his vacation was, you even caught him up to some new gossip you heard in the break room. He ended up falling asleep by the time the sun started to rise, and even slept for more than 4 hours consecutively. You didn't sleep, because you had work, but you didn't even mind as you trudged through the day like a zombie. It was worth it, because you had heard his voice after so long. It eased the gnawing anxiety in your bones, and the incessant need to (obsessively) check up on him.
A few more days passed since that call, and soon enough, Leon was opening the door to your shared apartment late in the afternoon, his luggage in hand, as he looked around for you. “I’m home,” he said loudly.
What followed was a loud thud! and a few muttered curses, before he saw you appear from your bedroom, disheveled as fuck and winded, “LEON! HI!”
He yelped as you threw yourself at him, arms around his neck and all, hugging him tightly. He, of course, hugged you back, how could he not? “Hey, sweetheart. You okay? Did you trip again?”
You pulled back (much to his dismay) and took his luggage from his hand to move it to his room. “Uhh, maybe? A little. I'm okay though! Mostly!”
“Mostly? Seriously?”
You nodded before you finally moved his luggage to his room and came back, practically bouncing on your toes from excitement. “Yeah! I don't care! You're back!!! Hi!!!”
Leon chuckled and shook his head in exasperation. He remembered he got you a little present and pulled the box from his pocket. “Uh, here, thought you might like this.”
You looked at him, your head tilted to the side slightly and accepted the box. Opening it revealed a silver necklace, with a blue heart shaped pendant hanging from it. “You didn't have to?? Oh my god this is so pretty, thank you Leon!”
You motioned for him to put it on you, handing him the box back and turning so your back was facing him and you gathered your hair out of the way.
“I know I didn't have to, I wanted to,” he chuckled and carefully put it on you. His touch was barely there and oh so gentle. It made you shiver, you hoped he didn't notice, and if he did he didn't say anything about it, neither did you.
The days after he returned passed by as they usually did. You'd both go to work together, then have lunch together and when it was time to leave, leave together once more. Of course, you would excitedly talk his ear off, but he never complained and sometimes you think he kept you talking on purpose.
Tonight, you, Leon, Chris and Jill, (Claire was off in some European country fundraising with her nonprofit), had met up and gone to a quiet little bar, the groups usual hangout spot, since it provided amazing drinks and a calm atmosphere. It was one of the best bars for a group of three Raccoon City survivors and hardened agents, and you were just happy to be included!
The conversation flowed between you all, catching up since the last time you had the chance to meet up like this, not that it had been a long while, but it still was nice.
At some point Chris had started reminiscing with Leon about an assignment where they'd worked together, how silly some of the hijinks that had ensued during it were, and when you commented on one of the aspects of the story he hadn't brought up yet, he seemed taken aback. And then really confused when you told him he'd shared that story before... And the exact time he had, two years ago. Leon didn't even bat an eye, he had gotten used to your… observant? nature long ago. After that though, Jill whisked you away to the ladies room.
“You know, for someone who says you and Leon are ‘just really close friends,’ you sure as hell act like a clingy couple most of the time,” Jill laughed and approached the restroom mirror to look herself over.
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. “No we don't! That is slander!”
“Uh-huh. You should see the way he looks at you.”
“What does that even mean Jill! We’re just tight!” that phrasing made you snicker and mutter an ‘I’m tight’ under your breath.
“Yeah I know you are,” Jill snorted, “and c'mon, you seriously think you can fool a detective? Did you two get together in secret or?”
“NO?! We did not! We won't! He doesn't think of me that way!”
Your adamant protests made Jill giggle. Because to her it was obvious. “So, you're telling me that you remembering every little detail about Leon is normal and ‘just best friends’ behaviour? You're full of it.”
“It is! Sooo normal!”
“Babe, you're practically drooling over him like a dog over a bone. Everyone can tell.”
You were utterly mortified. “Psh, no? I don't. You have no proof!”
“Last time we got drinks together and he was wearing that shirt? Whatever, I remember you distinctly kept zoning out staring at his biceps.”
“Okay, first of all, it was a navy button up,” you corrected, “second of all, nuh-uh!”
She laughed again, that knowing look in her eyes telling you everything you needed to know. Your face felt so warm under her scrutiny. This was so embarrassing!
Meanwhile, Leon and Chris were having a similar conversation about you.
“So, you're telling me she's not obsessed with you?”
“Obviously not. She's just… really caring, in her own way?” Leon shrugged and took a sip from his drink.
“So, when are you gonna tell her you're in love with her?”
Leon choked mid sip, and after he swallowed roughly, he broke into a coughing fit. “W-What!?” he sputtered.
Chris laughed loudly, attracting a few odd looks their way, at Leon's reaction. “You heard me!”
“That’s none of your business,” Leon said indignantly, which only fueled Chris’ amusement.
“Come on, man, you'll have to make a move eventually, before someone else does,” Chris wiggled his brows suggestively.
“Shut up. Stop talking,” Leon grumbled.
Before their conversation could continue, you and Jill had returned.
The rest of the night was just as enjoyable, and after a few more hours of enjoying each other's companies, you all decided to head back. You bid Chris and Jill your farewells, as did Leon, and started walking back home.
It was a short walk, but it was… awkward, to say the least. You noticed his shift in behavior instantly, (you really were obsessed), but you were also kind of stunlocked by what Jill had told you earlier in your little one on one conversation. Had you really been so obvious? And if you had, had he noticed and, was this his way of saying ‘sorry, not interested’?
Leon had also been thinking back to some of your behaviours, your more obsessive side and how it didn't exactly put him off, but rather… he was into it? He adored how attentive and observant you were, remembering details about him no one else had, like, ever, after mentioning those things in conversation once multiple years ago.
Eventually you two got back to your shared apartment. You were still both quiet, opting to go change in your rooms and go sit on the couch afterwards. He came in and sat near you, making you glance at him from the corner of your eye. This silence was making you more and more anxious, the more it kept going. Ugh! You turned the TV on and shuffled through whatever was playing, just for some background noise. It landed on a romantic movie. ARE YOU SERIOUS. The remote found that exact moment to crap out on you, making you huff in frustration and smack it against your palm.
“What did the poor remote do to you?” Leon snickered as he watched you abuse it.
“Won't change channels,” you grumbled and kept up your onslaught, until Leon pried it from your death grip and set it aside on the couch. He laughed softly as you grumbled once more, and took your hand in his, his hold gentle yet strong.
“You’ve been acting odd since the bar,” he pointed out.
“Me? You're the one that's been acting weird!”
“Maybe I have.”
He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss to your knuckles, as he looked you in the eyes.
“W-Whats up with you!?” you laugh awkwardly, this unexpected closeness making it hard to think.
“Nothing.”
The romantic movie that was playing in the background found this the perfect time to play a scene of the main characters kissing dramatically in the rain. Not that either of you were paying attention now. The remote clearly had Leon as its favorite, seeing as it worked perfectly fine as he used it to turn the TV off.
Leon's free hand moved to your hip and he guided you to sit on his lap. You could feel your face heating up more and more as you situated yourself there. Oh god, was this really happening!?! You were at a loss of words, staring at him with your mouth slightly parted, all thoughts reduced to ‘oh my god I need him to fuck me stupid’.
His hand, that was previously on your hip, moved up to cup your jaw, bringing your face closer to his. It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. He closed the gap slowly, kissing you tenderly. His lips, which were slightly chapped, but fuck you didn’t care right now, were moving rhythmically against yours as you kissed him back. Your hands had found their way to his hair, tugging and playing with it as he kissed you like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do.
The kissing kept going, at some point, you're not sure when you had started grinding down on him, which made him groan and his hips buck up against yours in response. You were both messes, your shirt and his having been discarded long ago, and both of your minds hazy with lust.
“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered against your neck, one of his hands groping at your breast and playing with your nipple almost absent-mindedly, as he pressed hot open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could reach.
You whined and grinded down once more, your hand playing with his hair as you tried, and failed, to catch your breath now that he wasn't kissing you senseless.
“I think you broke my brain,” you half huff, half moan, as he sucks a hickey into your neck.
“Good.”
“Good!?” you asked indignantly.
“Yeah. Stops you from overthinking shit.”
He dove back in, kissing you on the lips like his mouth belonged there, which, to him, it did!
You're not even sure when, after that (and a lot more kissing) he got you into his bedroom, but all you could feel was him. His room had that distinctive Leon Kennedy smell you were addicted to, and god maybe you were a junkie at this point, because you never wanted to get over this.
After more clothes had been removed he moaned when he felt how wet you were as he ran his fingers through your folds, which made you writhe under him. With how much you had been dry-humping each other up to this point, you're not sure how neither of you had creamed your goddamn pants like horny teenagers, but you knew if he kept this shit up, you'd not last longer. Currently, he was mouthing at one of your breasts, one of his hands interlaced with yours and pressed down against the mattress, and the other was knuckles deep in you, working you open and preparing you for… fuck the thought alone made you whimper some more.
“Please, fuck- please, Leon-” you begged, your free hand clutching the bedsheets in a death-grip.
“Please what baby?”
“Please fuck me,” you moaned, and under any different circumstances, you'd be dying of embarrassment at how needy you sounded, but right now, his kissing you stupid strategy had, in fact, worked, and all you wanted was his dick in you, yesterday.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he pulled his fingers out from you and leaned back to lick them clean whilst he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, before he finally, fucking finally, removed his boxers and lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly.
The whimper that that action alone pulled from him as he rested his forehead against yours, hips now still, to let you adjust to his length, almost made you come right then and there. Fuck, he sounded so good. You were seeing stars. Who knew fucking your best friend slash roommate whom you’d been head over heels in love with for years could feel this good!?
“You okay?” he asked, after a moment more.
“Y-Yeah. Peachy,” you breathed out ruggedly, “for the love of God, start moving.”
“Needy little thing, ain’t ya?”
You whimpered and bit down into his shoulder momentarily to muffle some more of your moans as he finally started moving.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered against your lips, his hand moving down to play with your clit. “Won’t last long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart.”
“Can’t help it, feels so good,” you breathed out and kissed him. His hips were moving more and more erratically the more you kept clenching against him, and the way you sounded and kissed him, almost did him in. And if this had happened back when he was 21? He's sure he'd have embarrassed himself by busting the second his cock was inside you.
He could feel you were close, so he resumed playing with your clit, muttering praises in your ear (when you weren't kissing) as he chased his own high whilst helping you through yours.
“Fuck- I’m gonna-” you moaned as you came, biting down on his neck once more. He came shortly after, something about the sting of your bite and the way you writhed beneath him undoing him. He kept moving, now much slower than his original erratic rhythm, helping you both come down from your highs, before he pulled out and practically collapsed next to you, trying to catch his breath.
Neither of you spoke for a while, too blissed out to be able to form any coherent thoughts. He got up, put a fresh pair of boxers on and went to grab a damp towel from the bathroom to clean you up. He was so gentle with it, careful not to overstimulate you (more), and after he also helped you to the bathroom, and into one of his shirts afterwards, he pulled you into his arms, the blankets securely pulled over you both. He never wanted this moment to end.
“That… that was amazing,” you muttered against his chest.
He played with your hair, and placed a soft kiss atop your head. “Yeah. Yeah it was.”
“We have a lot to talk about, huh?”
“Yeah?” he chuckled sleepily.
“Uh-huh,” you nodded and buried your face against his chest.
“We'll have plenty of time in the morning. Sleep baby, I've got you.” He placed another soft kiss atop your head once more, before he dozed off.
Your last thought before you slipped into the best sleep you've had in years was ‘huh, maybe Jill was right.’
leon kennedy x reader (dont bash me guys, i know ive posted one trillion vergil fics)
wc: 3977
summary: you never thought that leon would love you back, but you are proven wrong
warnings: leon uses alcohol to cope, so do you, feelings of jealousy, being in love with your best friend, self image issues, leon has PTSD, angst with a good ending, my shitty writing, English aint my first language, (as always) wrote this while drunk, reader is gender neutrallll and no mentions of skin color or anything, anyone can read it <3
a/n: drops this and disappears cutely again, comments and rbs are appreciated
Your feelings for him grew, before you could even recognize them as love, and by the time you did, you didn't think you ever wanted to go back to before. Okay, now, what the hell is this? Let's backtrack a little! You had known Leon for years. He saved you in Raccoon City. You owed him your life. He would cringe at that, but it was the truth, to you. Maybe you were a little bit obsessive (there was something undiagnosed about you, but you didn't really care for that right now). Anyways! Point is, after that… incident, and after the US government decided to, after researching your background, coerce you into working for them, as a technical analyst, you and Leon grew closer. You were both human disasters, but could anyone blame either of you, after what you survived that night? No!
You remember, even back then, when Ada (or whatever her actual name was) kissed him, whilst you were standing awkwardly off to the side, your heart was lurching in your chest, and that familiar, awful, horrible, feeling was taking root in there (never to leave). You hadn't trusted her from the moment she showed up. I mean, who the hell goes to an active warzone in high heels and a dress?! You were in boots, and even then you were struggling immensely! Maybe that's a skill issue on your part, but like, come on! An FBI agent in a flaming red dress, in the middle of a zombie outbreak, appearing conveniently whenever you both were in trouble? It seemed suspicious. But apparently, it came as a big surprise (to Leon) when it was revealed that she was not, in fact, who she said she was. You could see his heart break in real time, and even though at that point, you had known him for a few mere hours, you could tell.
Sigh.
And then when he was sent to Spain to save Ashley, and they sent you along with him, to support him if technical difficulties arose, as well as to get samples of the virus for the lab rats and photo evidence (thank god they had trained you to handle guns, so you weren't dead weight, at least), and Ada showed her face again, you had wanted to tear your hair out, when Leon immediately started to rely on her. And here you were thinking you never learned! You desperately wanted to chainsmoke every time he radio-ed her to ask for intel, as if you hadn't given him the best you could, especially after your gear had been stolen and promptly destroyed by the ganados. You remember you had genuinely wanted to scream at him, until he got it. But, seeing as you prided yourself in being a good friend (the word itself tasted bitter on your tongue) you couldn't say much. You didn't say much.
It wasn't your place, you see. Even though, in your head, it absolutely was, because what kind of best friend allows their best friend to make that mistake TWICE?! And you also couldn't afford to clue him in on just how intensely you loved him, you knew he would never see you that same way. Why ruin the only good thing in your miserable life? After the whole Spain fiasco had been resolved, and Ashley was home safe, the first thing you did when you yourself got back to your apartment, was drink until you passed out. One of the days following that grueling mission, you and Leon were hanging out together after work, and were both quite tipsy, as things went when two people who coped with their shitty lives by drinking got together, he had admitted to you how he thought she was a part of him he would never be able to get rid of.
That had torn you apart on the spot. You don't even know how you kept your shit together long enough to get him to his bed, going to his couch to cry yourself to sleep.
All she was doing was using him to her own benefit, then disappearing as if she was never there. How was this fair? You were always there for him, even when you were too depressed and isolating yourself for days on end, you put your shit aside, for his sake, and you didn't even deserve a thank you? An acknowledgment? He hadn't spent a collective of more than 10 hours around her, for gods sake! That resentment kept building up over the years, starting from a small sprout, and growing alongside the deep, all consuming love you felt for him. Every time you were drunk, alone and spiralling, it was either about that, or the sheer amount of horrors you had lived through.
You two even lived near each other, as codependent as that sounded. He knew you had a bad habit of isolating yourself and stewing in your own misery and self hatred, leaving your apartment only to go to work, and if you absolutely had to, outside of that, when things got especially bad. You knew he drunk himself stupid, his own need to forget the horrors he'd seen burning brighter than anything else.
It was okay. At least you had each other, right? Wrong. He was your everything, but you were his silly, really clumsy, constantly cracking jokes to cope with the horrors, best friend. God, you were so fucked, you couldnt even find a good joke to try to make yourself feel better about this mess. Everything was meaningless. (Leon would argue with your statement, for hours if he had to.)
You sighed again. Checked the time. 1am. You'd spend the rest of the night alone, no boyfriend, no family that spoke to you, and hopelessly in love with your best friend, who would never feel the same. What a joke. You actually huffed a humorless laugh at that, you probably looked insane to the rest of the quiet bars patrons. You motioned at the bartender for a refill. God bless his soul, he had seen you stumbling out of the bar, drunk, more times than you could count, but this was the most social interaction you've had this month, so, baby steps, right?
You were truly pathetic. Not even as pretty as Ada, not skilled enough, just awkwardly stumbling through life with more grief and self hatred than a person your age should have to bear. Though, you suppose, Leon was the same, minus the fact that he was the prettiest person you'd ever laid your eyes upon, and so perfect at everything he did. You wanted to cry. About anything and everything.
You downed your (fresh) drink in one gulp, paid your tab, and (very, very shakily) got up to walk back home. As soon as the cold outside air hit your face, you shivered, maybe the walk home in the chilly streets would help sober you up a little? Here's hoping you don't pass out along the way. You wrapped your coat tighter around you and pulled a cigarette to smoke as you walked. You continued to mope about your shitty life all the way back to your apartment, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Leon running a hand through his hair outside your door. He looked stressed. And exhausted.
As soon as he saw you approaching, he breathed a sigh of relief, and ran his hand through his hair again. “Oh thank god, where the hell have you been!?” he said, pulling you into his arms in a tight hug.
“Bar,” was all you said, breathing his (unfairly) intoxicating scent in, hands fumbling around in your pockets for the keys to your place. “Did something happen?”
He lets go of you (much to your displeasure) and shakes his head. “You didn't pick up any of my calls, I was worried.”
You nod in understanding, as you unlock the door and let both of you inside. The warmth hit you, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You took your coat and shoes off, placing them in their respective places, with Leon doing the same after you, and went straight for more alcohol. You were still in a very shitty mood.
“Jesus, you're going to drink more?” Leon huffs, making you shrug.
“So what if I do? What are you, a cop?”
That makes him give you a very disapproving look, and you scrunch your face in displeasure. Despite that, you pour a drink for yourself, hands still shaky, and brain way too fuzzy and full of nasty thoughts you desperately wished to drown out.
“Were you crying…?” Leon asks, taking a seat next to you on the couch, his head tilted in question.
You hadn't even realized you might have actually been crying on the walk over. Fuck. “Dunno, I’m too drunk to give a fuck right now.”
Leon shook his head again. You stared off at the TV blankly, before reaching for the remote lazily and turn it on, maybe the background noise would help. “Did you have shitty dreams again?”
Your question makes Leon tense up, and pause mid sip from your drink, thief. He nods. You nod. He takes the darned sip and puts your drink back on the table. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Fuck no.”
You sighed. Once, you'd have done everything you could to coax it out of him, reassure him with words that he could, and should tell you about it, how it would ease the gnawing feeling in his chest. But somewhere along this year, you just… stopped pushing. He didnt wanna tell you? Fine. Whatever.
(It never was ‘whatever’, but god, you were so exhausted with carrying all these heavy feelings around, love and jealousy a very horrid mix. You would always care, too much for your own good, but you never fucking learned.)
Whilst you were stewing in your little internal dialogue and staring at the TV with unfocused eyes, Leon was going through it himself. Because lately, his dreams, or, well, nightmares, involved you. Tonight's one? It wasn't even one of the usual ones, where you ended up dying in his arms. Oh, no, tonight's one was much, much worse. It had started out as a normal dream, you two were hanging out, but somehow, a fight broke out between him and you, and by the end of it, dream ‘you’, had ended up leaving him. The fight itself didn't even matter, but watching you leave, finally resigning with putting up with his shit? That had torn him up from the inside. He had even woken up softly crying. And then when he called you, as we know, you hadn't picked up. So he showed up at your apartment, which was a common occurrence between you two. Nothing out of the ordinary, but his worry only grew when you didn't answer the door. We know how this ends, but Leon was halfway out of his mind with worry, brain still too overwhelmed with panic from what he had seen in his dream to think calmly about the situation by the time you showed up.
Leon sighs to himself, subconsciously inching closer to you on the couch. You, too hopelessly dense (and drunk!) don't even notice as you throw your head back, resting it against the back of the couch, groaning loudly. “I feel like garbage,” you whine.
Leon smiles. “Shouldnt have drunk so much if you didn't want to feel like this, then.”
“Oh you're such a smartass, aren't you?” you snap back and glare at him from the corner of your eyes, before you close them and press the backs of your hands against them until you see stars. “Im so fucking miserable, Leon."
“I know,” is all he says. He knows that sober you would never, in the history of ever, admit to such a thing, but the booze always made you loose lipped and more emotional. He preferred this over you constantly masking how you truly felt with jokes. Which is kind of ironic, since he did so too. Not to the extent you did, because you never took anything seriously, but still. “We're both a mess.”
You hum in acknowledgement, and bring your hands back down, resting them on your thighs. You turned your head to look at him, and if a third party was observing you, they'd surely point out how in love you looked. Thank god he never noticed. Or maybe he did, but just didn't care. But you knew, deep down, he would never be so cruel. Leon, at his core, was a give a fuck-er, that would never change, just like the sun rising every morning. You sighed again and reached for your drink, taking a small sip from it, just so he would be able to sip too.
Meanwhile, Leon was lost in thought. Why were his dreams centered around you? Why had this one dream done such a number on him? Maybe because you were one of the only constants in his life, his rock, the person he relied to to cheer him up, or was it because of… something else? He thinks he's not ready to tackle that beast yet. He takes the glass from your hands and throws the drink back, making you whine again, before he puts it back on the table and slumps against the couch.
How could he be better at handling bio-organic fucking weapons better than his own feelings? He’d spent so many years thinking Ada was the one, despite all the fucked up shit she had done to him over the years, that he never had even considered the possibility that he could be in love with his best friend.
In love?
What??? Where did that thought come from? Oh. my. God. He had a lot to think about, huh?
Simultaneously, there you sat, unaware and next to him. He was so fucked. He started to think about all the times you had told him about going on a date with another person, how peculiar he had felt at the news, and. Christ. He runs a hand through his hair. Or the time Chris had jokingly flirted with you, in front of him, no less (the audacity!), had made him act so pissy and bitter he hadn't spoken to you in two days. (Chris had shot him a look, knowing perhaps? How did the bastard know before Leon ever did? hello!?)
Leon groans out loud, making you look at him in curiosity. “Whats got your panties in a twist, Leon?"
He tiredly rubs his eyes and looks at you, really looks at you, in all your drunken, exhausted glory, the way the TV illuminates your features, the way your hair frames your face, the way you look at him with a small smile on your face, features soft and gentle, despite everything you're probably feeling right now. He thinks about how you've always been there for him, never complaining and quietly taking care of him, in all the small ways that matter, always having his back when he needs it the most, and something in his brain clicks. He's thankful you're too buzzed to notice the way he's currently looking at you, like you hung the stars in the sky.
He doesn't speak for a while, the words caught between his heart and his throat, which feels suddenly too tight. It's like his feelings have slammed into him like a truck, all these years of his idiotic thinking he was in love with the wrong person, whilst the right one had been next to him all this time, making his miserable days of endless training a little more bearable. “Uh, nothing,” he clears his throat and shakes his head, as if that would shake away the thoughts currently overwhelming him. “I don't think I ever was in love with Ada," he says after a while, which makes you do a double take, blinking at him like you can't quite process his words, and he can't blame you at all for that. Not after he spent so many nights telling you otherwise, with you comforting him about the whole thing. God, hes been so stupid, so, so fucking stupid, and now that hes thinking about it all, actually thinking, he wants to slam his head on a flat surface.
“What makes you say that?”
The sound that leaves his throat is quite undignified, but he doesn't care. He shrugs. “I just- I’ve been thinking…”
“That's new,” you chime and snicker at your jab.
He shoots you a glare before he continues, “about things, and I guess you were right all along. Maybe I've been in love with the idea of her instead of her. Hell, I've never actually met the ‘real’ her.”
You hum again, in thought, the feeling of vindication drowning out the dizziness of the alcohol you have consumed. The feeling is short lived, because, what. What if he falls in love with someone else now, and forgets about you and gets in a happy relationship with them and you're not allowed to see him again because the person he's dating can sniff out from miles away that you're hopelessly in love with him!? You wouldn't even blame them for it, but still. Oh my god you think you might throw up. “And, ah, what made things click for you?” you squeak out, taking in nice and slow deep breaths to prevent yourself from throwing up.
“The dream I had earlier,” he huffs a laugh, because how insane does that sound? A dream, of all things, making it click in his head that he doesn't just love you as a friend, instead of all your actions?! “Proved to be enlightening.”
“Ohhh,” you nod, “still don't wanna talk about it?”
He scrubs a hand down his face, tearing his gaze away from you and fixing it on the TV. “I don't know, it's… complicated.”
His tone is clipped, that much you can tell. You've started to sober up by now, thanks to the metaphorical bomb leon dropped on you. And the fact that you were spiralling over it. “Ookay, what happened in it?”
He feels you shift around on the couch, angling your body to face him better, but he keeps stubbornly staring at the TV, a shitty movie playing. “Stuff.”
“Oh you're such a joy right now,” you deadpan. “Stop being cryptic, dumbass.”
Leon bristles at your words, finally turning to look at you again. His breath catches when he sees the way you're looking at him. He normally prides himself on his amazing impulse control, but right now, he wants, no, needs, to kiss that look off your face. Okay, maybe the alcohol he drank from your glass is also adding to his fraying self control, but hey, that is besides the point!
“Am not!” he protests, but it sounds unconvincing. “It’s just, I don't know, we had a fight and you walked out on me, and watching you do that felt like you took my heart with you and I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if that actually ever happened. Or if you found someone else…”
He hadn't meant to say that much. Oh fuck. Your shocked expression, mouth slightly parted open, blinking slowly at him, would normally crack him up, but he looks just as shocked as you do, because he was absolutely not supposed to say all that.
Your mouth opens and closes again, multiple times, as if trying to find the right words instead of blurting out something stupid. But you are you, so obviously, you blurt out something stupid. “Good to know you value me as a friend, eh?”
Leon facepalms. He fucking facepalms. He always had found your obliviousness endearing (except for the times other people flirted with you but you assumed they were being nice to you so you never shot them down, he was seething on those occasions, now he knows why) but right now it was irritating him. “You’re such a moron sometimes,” he groans after he mentally recovers.
“What, why?”
This time it's his turn to gape at you. “Because I am in love with you, I have just been too stupid to see that. I'm practically confessing here sweetheart, work with me.”
“YOU’RE WHAT”
He flinches at your outburst, but despite himself, laughs. “I know, it's hard to believe me, but I'm serious.”
“No way.”
“Way.”
You stare at him. He stares at you. He's dead serious. Even now, slightly tipsy, with most of your mental faculties recovered, you can tell he is not messing with you. He would never do that. He's way too nice to ever do such a thing. You feel the familiar feeling of bile rising up your mouth, and before either of you can comprehend, you sprint off to the bathroom and kneel down in front of the toilet and throw up.
Leon, being the saint he is, follows closely behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back soothingly as you finish throwing up. You take a moment to compose yourself, spitting out and flushing the toilet, then standing up to rinse your mouth.
“That went well.”
You whip around to stare at him in disbelief, making yourself nauseous again. He snickers at your reaction and continues, “I mean, I just told you I love you and you,” he makes a vague motion towards the toilet, “should I take that as a rejection?”
“NO!” you say too quickly, shaking your head vehemently and clearing your throat. “I mean, no! Ahem.”
Leon looks entirely amused (and hopeful?) as he waits for you to continue. You lean back against the bathroom counter and try to compose yourself before you make a fool out of yourself some more.
“I, ah, just. You know,” you make vague gestures with your hands and nod, as if that explains anything. “I can't even think of something to say, you broke my brain.”
He laughs and steps closer to you, and you take a step back, needing some space to process, which was the wrong move because he looks a little crestfallen. You blink a few more times to clear your head, get your thoughts in order and try to come up with an actual sentence.
“I’ve spent all these years convincing myself you would never feel the same, swallowing my feelings, and you just. Say all that, and now I don't know how to react, like, what do you mean you are in love with me, why?? Why would you do this to-”
Leon presses his hand against your mouth to get you to stop spiralling and fixes you with a way too serious look.
“Your feelings?” he asks and slowly moves his hand from your mouth, resting it on your waist.
“Um. Yeah.”
“Wanna elaborate?”
“...No?” you shrug, suddenly feeling too shy and put on the spot.
He looks exasperated as he mutters your name and fixes you with another serious look.
“Okay, I might've been deeply, irreversibly, madly in love with you since we met? Borderline obsessive even?”
“You have? Why didn't you say anything?”
You look at him like he just said the most dumb thing on planet earth and it dawns on him why.
“Oh. Okay, that's-ah-fair.”
You nod awkwardly, tentatively bringing your hands up to rest against his chest. “You’re awfully close,” you mutter.
“You don't seem to mind, sweetheart.”
“Psh, what would you know, nerd,” you grumble.
He huffs a laugh and shakes his head. He moves down to kiss you, but you press your hand against his mouth, making him look at you like you kicked his nonexistent puppy.
“I just threw up, for god's sake, you are not kissing me right now!”
I was wondering if you could do a part 2 of Nero's adoptive mom and Vergil, please? It can be any scenario you want! Thank you again!! ☺️
mother dearest pt 2?!!?!
wc: 1175 (short, oupsi!)
warnings: my bad writing, english not my native language, this is fluff, vergil might be ooc?, fluff galore!
a/n: IM BACK? sad news my fellow vergil lovers, leon kennedy has me in a clutch, so i havent been in a vergil mood in... a whiiile, and with the re9 announcement... hoo boy! im in shambles and i need leon carnally. this was sitting in my drafts for, like, two months now? sorry for the wait :/ its subpar but i tried so... enjoy? comments, rbs and likes are appreciated<3
You woke up, in a sort of daze. Your dream had thrown you off so bad, something about your headphones being dunked into bleach(???) and you remember being mad as hell that you'd have to buy a new pair again. Vergil's arms around your waist tightened subconsciously, maybe he was having a bad dream? You buried your face in your pillow, willing yourself to go back to sleep.
Right as sleep was blurring your mind again, you felt him stir awake against you, one of his hands coming to rest above your heart.
(He had to be sure, he told you once.)
“Vergil?” you whispered, voice thick with sleep.
“Apologies for waking you up, sleep on.”
“Are you okay?” The worry was evident in your tone, you turned to face him a little..
“I am… fine,” but he held onto you tighter.
“Mmm, this is nice,” you mumbled, face buried into the pillow again. A soft hum escaped him, his voice low and reverent “it is.”
His fingers were tracing slow patterns against your tummy, as if he was memorizing every inch, and the feeling of your skin against his.
After a few more moments of quiet, you moved in his hold, choosing to lay on his chest. “You didn't wake me up, by the way.”
He sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. One of his hands, the one not around your waist, was combing through your hair idly. “I thought I was being subtle,” his voice was low, as if he didn't want to disrupt the quietness of the room.
You huffed a laugh, moving your hand up, to rest it above his heart. “Oh, you were, I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't already awake. I had a weird dream.”
He hummed, tone playful, “oh? And what sort of dream would that be?”
You described it to him, deflating against him slightly, irritation about thinking you'd have to buy a new pair of headphones again (you had already bought a new pair last month, Nero having stolen your old ones and ruined them, bastard son (that you loved))
His hand against your hair paused for a moment, you knew he was holding back a laugh at how ridiculous this all was. “Headphones in bleach… a nightmare indeed.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, I really thought it was real, I swear I was sooo mad.”
He hummed again, a hint of amusement seeping through, “next time I'll retrieve them before they sink. Or burn the bleach away. Whatever's necessary.”
“If you burn the bleach away wouldn't that also ruin my headphones?” you were pouting, he knew it.
He let out a soft, almost exasperated sigh, "I suppose… you're right. Hm.”
Comfortable silence fell between you two once again. You let it be for a little while, enjoying this cozy moment. “Oh! Right, what woke you up? Bad dream?”
You felt him tense up at your question, but you felt him shake his head ‘no,’ his movements resuming. You didn't want to push him, he'd tell you when he was ready.
“I just needed to make sure you were here…” he finally said.
You took a deep breath, looking up at him, “well, not many places i can go, this is my day off, after all.” you smiled, to reassure him.”Besides, why would I ever want to leave my own personal heater?”
He chuckled and tugged lightly on your hair in retaliation, but you knew he wasn't annoyed. “I am not your personal heater. I am a son of Sparda, a half-demon, not some… radiator.”
You laughed, he could be so silly when he let himself drop the ‘mysterious and nonchalant’ facade.
“You’re… irritatingly clingy.”
You scoffed, “and you're not?!”
Vergil grumbled, almost offended at the mere suggestion, "I am nothing of the sort, you are the clinging one.”
You smiled, clearly amused, “oh? Should I un-cling then?”
His hold on you tightened once again, tugging you somehow even closer, "don't you dare. You're staying right here.”
You burst into a fit of giggles, “see? Clingy!”
You could feel him pouting against your head, probably sulking at you winning this little ‘argument.’ “Hmph… I prefer ‘tactically secure’ over clingy.”
You started laughing again, only making him sulk more. “You are mocking me.” he stated, making your laughing increase in volume, “hmph, stop laughing."
You gasped, “are you pouting!?”
He hid his face in your hair, muttering a defiant ‘no,’ his attempts at maintaining his facade failing horribly. “You can be such a baby sometimes,” you giggle, prying him off your neck and kissing him softly. He hums in approval.
Just as you two are kissing, the door to your room bursts open, Nero coming in, winded “mom dad isn't in his-”
His sentence gets cut off, realization hitting him at seeing Vergil, in your bed, cuddled against you, kissing you. “Oh,” was all that came out of his mouth as you and Vergil separated from each other at lightning speed. You both had decided to keep your relationship a secret from him, just in case things went bad between you two. You both wanted to keep him from being upset if things didn't work out. But it had been a while since you two decided to… y’know, be a thing.
Sneaking around had been fun, too, so maybe that was also another reason for keeping him in the dark.
The awkward silence was somehow deafening. That is until Nero burst out laughing.
“What's so funny?” Vergil asked gruffly.
Nero wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, waving his arm around wildly. “I knew it! I fucking knew it! How long has this been going on?”
You clear your throat, scratching at the back of your neck, smiling awkwardly. “A while?”
Nero comes to sit at the foot of the bed, flopping down unceremoniously. “Why didn't you tell me!? This is amazing!”
“We, uh, didn't want you to be sad if this didn't work out…?” you shrug. Nero sighs.
“I’m a big boy, you know? You don't have to worry about that.”
“We just thought it was what would be best.” Vergil speaks up.
“I can't believe I was worried about you having disappeared again, only to find you in here. Unbelievable! You two are in biiig trouble,” Nero jokes.
“I can make your favorite breakfast? Will that get us in your good graces again?” you pout, playing along. Nero beams at you, already up and making his way out of your bedroom, muttering an ‘I’ll wake kyrie!’ before he's out, closing the door behind him.
You sigh in relief glancing at Vergil, suspiciously quiet. “That went… well?” you shrug.
He huffs, laying back down and bringing you into his arms, head resting on his chest. “It went as well as it could have.”
You smile at him, placing a small kiss at his jaw, before getting up and going to the bathroom. It was going to be a long day, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
okay so this is my first post! its super duper short, so please bear with me, i do plan on doing better in the future but i just wanted to get this out of my drafts
wc: 695
summary: you get nightmares (this is inspired by a post from @normal-abt-vergil)
warnings/tags: descriptions of someone watching you, mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, fluff, Vergil is kinda ooc (?), no use of y/n, genderneutral!reader
a/n will be at the end hehe
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You had been plagued with nightmares most of your life. Having an overactive imagination as a child paired with a morbid curiosity and taste for horror movies led to very, very harsh, realistic experiences in your sleep. As you got older, the nightmares shifted from ghosts and zombies to demons and faceless shadows lingering over your shoulder, causing you to wake up in a cold sweat nearly every night.
Vergil knew about your nightmares. The first time he slept over, you had forgotten to mention the nightmares to him (being distracted with other things ;)) and when you inevitably woke up later, Vergil shot up seconds later, glancing around the room frantically. You had been so startled by his reaction that the panic attack you had previously felt building up suddenly deflated.
By now, he’s grown accustomed to your sleeping habits, and he tries to accommodate accordingly. He plays certain music as you fall asleep some nights, makes sure any unnervingly ajar doors are closed, triple-checks all the locks, and any other little things to make your rest somewhat easier.
His methods work to a certain degree, but some nights are worse than others. Tonight is one of them. In the hazy feel of your mind, you try to escape the creature you know lurks nearby, though it remains out of sight. Glancing around the place, your stomach sinks with a nauseating sense of impending doom as the eyes you feel trained on you begin to gain a certain weight. They aren’t just eyes on you anymore, but eyes attached to a being. It’s heavy and uncomfortable. You want to run, to scream, but no sound leaves your mouth, and no movement from your body. Why can’t you run?
Sitting up with a soft gasp, the blankets pool around your waist as you glance around your bedroom, relieved to be in a familiar place and not the infinite void of your mind. Your heart is pounding loudly in your ears and your shirt collar sticks to your chest from the thin layer of sweat that has coated your skin. As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the room, you notice that Vergil was already sitting up in bed beside you, the lamp on as he studies your expression carefully with those piercing blue eyes of his. He doesn’t even need to say anything, the slight lift of his brows tells you that he already knows why you shot awake.
Vergil says your name gently, drawing your attention back towards him and keeping you from spiraling into a panic attack like you tend to do most nights after a nightmare. “It’s not real. I’ve been beside you reading the whole time,” he assures softly, holding up his book as if to prove his point.
You give him a funny look, but it’s not an unwelcoming one, more one of confusion. Vergil just smiles faintly and continues to talk. “This book is rather entertaining, dear,” He adds, filling up the silence that takes up the space of their bedroom. “It’s called Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, which I thought may have been just a name to intrigue people, but no, this really is about astrophysics,” Vergil talks, his voice calm and steady, but it's honestly the most emotion you have heard him speak with in a few weeks. The last time was when you guys watched Bambi together and you SWEAR you saw his eyes water.
“I’ve never been particularly intrigued by astrophysics, but this is rather fascinating. Darling, why have you never read this? You mean to tell me this strange book just sits on your shelf?” he chuckles to himself quietly, placing the bookmark between pages and closing the book, holding it and examining the cover as he speaks. “You always manage to surprise me, it's a personal favourite trait of yours.” He glances towards your side of the bed, his eyebrows raising when he sees you fast asleep once again. Smiling faintly, he adjusts the covers over your shoulder, knowing you like feeling like a caterpillar, and kissing your head before turning the lamp off and laying down to sleep himself.
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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this teeny tiny thing, i really do plan on posting longer stories, but this has just been in my drafts for literal MONTHS! i had to do something about it before i lost any and all motivation to finish writing, so here it is. I was actually watching Bambi while writing the end of this lol
hope yall enjoyed! any sort of interactions are super appreciated!!
third times the charm totally not up at 2am knowing i have an 8am class and work but oh well!!
could i please request another vergil fic except this time him coming back from a longer mission than usual and him and reader r both equally sexually frustrated leading to some passionate sex with aftercare ofc cause vergil would be an aftercare king 🙏🏾
salutations again!!! youre so fucking real for being up that late, i do the same thing lmaooo!! im so sorry i took so long to get to your ask, i hope youll forgive me! aaaanyways, the long awaited fic, all smut, barely any plot in here, is finally here, yall dont let ts flop im begging. OH SEND MORE ASKS IN YOU GUYS!! enjoyyyy!!!
warnings: smut, obviously, so minors GTFO!!! reader is a little menace, nothing too kinky methinks? im writing this lowk tipsy as hell, so i have no idea what happened here, uhh what else, my shit writing, vergil might be ooc, not beta read we die like eva (but my names eva too LMAOAOAOAOA), fluff and aftercare, soft vergil? this one isnt gender neutral, gomen oomf chans, reader has female anatomy! but no other descriptions of like pronouns and skin color and such are included, so practically everyone can read it (i hope)
wc: 2310 (full of smut)
He was supposed to have gotten back from his trip with Nero for work like three days ago. You were pissed as hell that they got held back for whatever reason it had been, you tuned it out to be honest, after Vergil told you that he wouldn't be returning for a while more. To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. Sexually, that is. You used to have absolutely no issues going through long dry-spells before Vergil. Why couldn't you do it now!? Ugh you hated him so much (affectionate).
You were comfortable in bed, late at night, playing some game on your console, exploring around a new area you had just unlocked, when you heard the front door unlock. He must've gotten back. You'd have been ecstatic, under all other circumstances, but at the moment you were still bitter and, well, really pent up for having gone almost a month with no sex at all. You couldn't even touch yourself right, every time you got into it in the moment, you'd have a stray thought about how much better it would feel if he had been here with you, which would further sour your mood.
Your ears were tuned to Vergil's footsteps, having mastered the art of recognizing people's steps at an early age coming in handy now, so you knew he was making his way to your shared bedroom. The door softly creaked open, ad he stepped in, looking tired, then surprised, as he saw you wide awake, and focused on your game.
(Another thing he had ruined for you was… um, more like fixed for you, was your sleep schedule, and with him having been gone for so long you naturally fell back into the old habit of staying awake until at the latest five in the morning. Fucker.)
“What are you doing awake?”
You shrugged, “just playing, good of you to finally come back,” you said, bitterly.
He was moving around the room, first placing the yamato on its place near his bedside table, then moving to gather a fresh change of clothes he could wear after his shower, you assumed. “Don’t give me attitude, you know I had no control over the situation,” was all he said before heading to the en-suite bathroom, closing the door gently.
You grumbled a ‘whatever’ back, which you knew he could hear perfectly well from behind the closed door and continued with playing, trying to locate the few stray chests you had remaining to complete the exploration of this area. It helped ease your irritation, and you could also ignore him to rile him up more, it sounded like a good plan to you.
(Was it a bad idea? Yes. He was probably just as pent up as you, if not more, so your ass would be grass by the time he was done with you, but, hey, it would be a fun ride, so it was worth it.)
The minutes seemed to pass by, with your focus shifting entirely on your game, irritation forgotten by now, and your plan all hatched. He would exit the shower, probably try to paw at you, but you would ignore him and act innocent, he'd get frustrated and then that's when the fun would begin. You're such an evil genius, you giggle lightly.
A bit more time passed by, Vergil finally exiting the bathroom, all freshened up and clean, his hair still wet and pushed back into his signature style, but a few stray strands were unruly, grey sweatpants hanging low off his hips, so deliciously, but this was your time to shine, you thought, so you stopped staring before you threw your perfect plan out of the window and pounced him like a ravenous tiger did with prey.
He settled in bed next to you, his actions unassuming at first, probably trying to keep up his stoic facade. “You didn't answer my calls today, why is that?” he asked, voice calm and collected.
You side-eyed him, before looking back at the TV again, "I spent today sleeping, had my phone on mute.”
“Ah.”
“Yeahhh, so how was the return trip? Uneventful, I hope?”
He hummed lowly.
A few minutes passed by, ever so slowly, your excitement was starting to build, but you had to keep your cool. Torture him some more. You know the drill.
His hand sloooowly started to wander, the one he wasn't resting behind your back, that is. It was inching and inching closer to your inner thigh. You hid your smile, still pretending to be very focused on your game. You felt like a fly rubbing its little hands excited about what was to come.
(And that would be you, hopefully.)
“How about you turn that off for the night?”
Game on, girl, game ON.
“Hmm,” you pondered out loud, “maybe not, I have a little more left and I’ll be done. Maybe after that! Don't let me keep you up, though!” you said cheerily, a fake clueless smile about why he wanted you to turn your console off, adorning your face.
“We haven't seen each other in almost a month, your little game can wait.”
Such stern tone, he wasn't onto your little scheme yet. Marvelous. “Nooo you can wait a little bit more until I finish,” oh you'll finish alright, you thought, and suppressed yet another giggle.
The hand on your thigh squeezed you once, then his thumb rubbed gentle circles on the soft skin that was exposed. You're glad you had only one of his shirts on and underwear now. “I cannot wait. Stop being a brat, turn that thing off.”
“Just a little bit more, Vergil,” you chuckled.
He groaned in frustration, the arm behind your back moving to push the stray hairs that had fallen into his eyes away. He changed his strategy at that, moving to pepper soft kisses against your neck, one of his arms moving slowly up, up, up, and under your (his) shirt.
“I know what you're trying to do, Vergil! It wont work!” you said, defiance heavy in your tone, if you played your cards right he would snap soon, and give you a dicking down of the century. You'd be giggling and kicking your feet if it wouldn't blow your nonchalant cover.
He continued his little kiss assault, actions starting to get impatient and more rough. Wouldn't be long now. You could tell he was starting to get more and more agitated. “Come on, Y/n,” he mumbled against your skin, biting down gently before soothing the area with his tongue, “let me show you how much I have… missed you.”
A small whine left you, before you could control yourself. You could feel him smirk against your neck. But you continued to play, somewhat unfocused, but good enough to keep up the act.
His patience grew thinner and thinner the more you ignored him, enough for him to yank the controller out of your hands, pause your game, and place it on your bedside table moving between your legs, pushing your thighs open and situating his right thigh against your apex, whilst his left was beneath your thigh, pushing up and opening you up instantly.
(You were so turned on by his little hissy fit.)
“Enough toying with me, Y/n,”
You whined in fake protest, but before you could get another word out, his lips captured your own in a fiery kiss. You kissed back, like a person starved, all pretenses dropped, now that you had him exactly where you wanted him. One of his hands grabbed yours by the wrist and interlaced his fingers with your own, while the other one was behind your skull, holding you there possessively. The kiss got more and more messy the longer it went on, all teeth and tongue, heat coming off of his body in waves. You could feel his hardness pressing up against you, making you smirk into the kiss. He pulled away for air, your eyes instantly fixating on the thin line of spit that connected you two.
“Ah, I see now. This was all part of your plan to rile me up,” he said lowly, his lips moving to your neck again, placing some more marks on it. “You can be such a cunning vixen when you want to.”
You hummed, lowkey lost in the lust and the feeling of his lips against you, finally after such a long wait. “Had to retaliate somehow,” you managed to breathe out.
He quirked a brow in amusement, “and toying with me is the way you decided to do that?” he ‘tsked’ once and shook his head, his hands trailing down again, and pulling your shirt up and off your head. A low hum of approval at your lack of a bra escaped him, before he moved to give attention to your breasts. He was kneading one of them with his free hand, his mouth on the other, while the thigh that was still against you was moving tantalizingly slow against where you desperately had needed him for weeks.
A breathy moan left your lips, he had barely touched you and you were a mess already. He had switched sides now, giving attention to your other breast too, teasing, flicking, biting. You were positively writhing under him. The comeback you had thought of vanished from your brain, thoughts foggy and slow, and entirely consumed by his actions.
He moved you down, so your head was resting on the pillow, then moved himself further down, glancing up at you once to find you with your eyes closed and mouth slightly open. You could feel his satisfied smirk against your tummy.
“F-fuck, stop stalling, Vergil,” you whined.
“I would like to take my time unraveling you, my love.” was all he said as he continued kissing his way down. He removed your (soaked) panties off you in one fluid motion, threw them somewhere behind his head and was back on you again, this time riiight where you wanted, no, needed him.
He started off slowly licking a strip up your soaked folds, humming in satisfaction. “All of this for me? My my, dear, you're such a mess and I've barely touched you.”
Your scoff turned into yet another moan as he sucked on your clit, gathering some of your slick with one of his fingers before pushing it into you and moving it in and out ever so slowly, matching his slow rhythm with his mouth. He was going to drive you insane.
“I tried to get myself off, you know, b-but, fuck, youve ruined me Vergil,” you whined, “ didn’t feel the same without y-you there.”
Your statement only seemed to fuel him, making him increase his pace. From the little you could keep your eyes open, you saw his hips bucking into the mattress. Fuck, that was the hottest thing ever. Your orgasm washed over you unexpectedly, seeing him do that somehow driving you over the edge. Your vision exploded with color behind your now closed eyes, your right hand that had been tangled into his hair digging into and scratching his scalp and keeping his face there as your hips were grinding down against his face and fingers. (Wait when did he add more?)
After your high was over he stopped and rose up to kiss you once more. This time it was more slow and languid than the first one, but still somehow assertive and full of possessiveness.
“Please, Vergil," you pleaded, voice weak.
“Please what?”
Bastard was gloating again.
“F-fuck me,” you croaked out, bringing him in for another bruising kiss.
He obliged, finally removing his sweatpants and underwear, taking his cock and giving it a few pumps, before ever so slowly and torturously, you might add, bottoming out inside you.
He stilled for a moment above you, giving you a bit of time to adjust to his size again. It had been a while, after all. You were lowkey surprised by how he just slipped it inside easily. You must've been more soaked than you had originally assumed.
You nodded at him, giving him the okay to start moving again, to which he wasted no time in doing so. His thrusts, slow at first, then faster as he got more and more into it, were positively ruining you. You think you were close again. Fuck, this man is perfect at everything.
He was mumbling soft praise about how well you were taking him in your ear, biting the lobe teasingly, while increasing his rhythm more and more. One of his hands was squeezing your hip so hard it would leave marks, while the other was toying with your clit, trying to get you to come again.
“V-Vergil, I'm c-close,” you moaned softly.
“Right there with you, Y/n.”
You came with a stutter of his name, and he did too soon after, your name like a prayer on his lips. He guided you both down from your highs again, before pulling out, kissing your forehead gently, and going to the bathroom to get a washcloth and clean you up.
He was so gentle with you, helped you to the bathroom after, too, and then took you back to your room, sitting you down on the bed, bringing a new pair of underwear for you and another of his shirts for you to wear to sleep, he put on a fresh pair of boxers too, deciding to skip the sweatpants this time. He also changed the bedsheets, fast and efficiently, while you went to grab a glass of water for both of you.
You were now laid against his chest, snuggled up under the covers, your body feeling heavy and weightless at the same time, somehow.
“Welcome home, Vergil," you smiled, finally falling asleep in the arms of the man you loved.
summary: vergil comforts you when youre feeling bad about yourself?
warnings: my doodoo writing, english not my first language, vergil might be ooc, does this count as angst? idfk, reader gets in a fight with dante, reader is depressed, no physical descriptions of reader, gender neutral reader im 99% sure, established relationship, fluff. hurt/comfort
a/n: since its my flop era already, i figured i should write this before continuing on with answering asks, just to get it out of my head. based loosely on snap back by twenty one pilots, but songs such as intentions, backslide and city walls were also inspo for this! did anyone ask for this? nope. did i write it anyways? ohhh yeah. enjoy
You always had seen yourself as less than. Not good enough, not pretty enough, not smart, strong, and the list goes on and on, the more you allow yourself to think. Being always so nonchalant with your life, reckless with your actions, relying on whatever substance you could get your hands on, like cigarettes or liquor, to get you through a rough day. Safe to say, you felt like a massive let down, such lost potential, a waste of space. Not good enough to be wanted by deaths cold embrace even. What a joke.
You had been in the devil-hunting business for as long as you can remember, and despite your reckless and, often impulsive, actions, you were decent at it. Which got the attention of Dante. He was your friend. You think. You're not sure where you two stand on a good day, your long track record of disappearing acts muddling everything up (on your side, that is, Dante saw you as one of his best friends, family even). Because every time you felt too much, or hell, too little, or you were on the verge of just throwing yourself into the maw of one of the things you hunted, you left. You didn't want to bother him or add to any of his own troubles with your own.
And Dante was troubled, to say the least. You had been there to witness him turning more like you, (careless, numb, empty), little by little, after he thought he lost his brother. You had stayed then, somehow pulling yourself together just enough to be able to take care of him. It had been a good while with none of your ‘episodes’ so you were riding that high for as long as it lasted.
Sadly, this was a constant cycle for you. You would be okay with existing as yourself for a few weeks, months, even, if you had been particularly good at bottling everything up and ignoring it until it went away, but then something would inevitably happen, a small mean-spirited comment from someone you knew, someone snapping at you, and all your progress would go straight down the drain. Bitterly, you always thought, nothing ever mattered anyways, so what was the point in trying to break out of this cycle.
As the years passed, you had gotten better at managing your emotions, at least a little. But every once in a long while, all that progress would be lost again, taking you back to the start.
You always put up that cheerful front, it was your shield. Deflect anything you can with jokes, play the clown so other people are entertained, so that they don't look under the surface, your surface, and discover just how miserable and empty you truly feel.
The nights, funnily enough, were the worst for you. It was funny only because that time was when you felt most like ‘yourself,’ quiet cold nights when the world stood still and you were in your own little bubble. Youre unsure what Vergil saw in you, to ever consider being with someone such as you… you would be forever grateful to him.
(Every night before you fell asleep, you would think, terrified, how lonely and broken you would feel once he saw you for what you truly were, and stopped wasting his time with you.)
You sighed, frustrated that your brain had tricked you into thinking again. Focus on the task at hand, dumbass. You side-eyed Vergil, who was busy browsing through a tome, in order to find the blueprint to some old and forgotten weapon Nico was deadset on wanting to make this week. You were looking through a tome of your own, too, with that goal in mind. You hated where your mind had strayed. You rubbed your eyes, words were starting to bleed together, sentences no longer making any sense. You closed the tome gently, mindful of its age and stretched your arms.
“I think I'm done for the night.”
He glanced at you in curiosity. He knew of your (lowkey messed up) sleep schedule, often sitting with you on his sleepless nights in comfortable silence.
“Whaaat, don't look at me like that! My eyes are killing meeee and we haven't found anything all dayyyyy,” you whined.
He chuckled, amused at your theatrics. “What do you suggest we do then?”
You made a face and scratched the back of your neck in embarrassment, “ah, I didn't really think that far. But I could go for a strong cup of coffee right about now! Well, that or to sleep for thirteen hours straight!”
He hummed but continued with his task. What a bore! You got up and made your way to the kitchen, making yourself a cup of coffee, then returned, and settled down again. You needed some background noise so you wouldn't be able to formulate any more thoughts.
“Mind if I play some music?”
He shrugged, so you took it as him giving you the okay, and you put on some music from your favorite video games, their slow melodies helping ease your mind, then continued on with trying to find that damned blueprint.
Eventually, you managed to find it, so you went to bed right after. You could already tell that you were bound to have another ‘episode’ by the early signs of being uninterested in practically everything you loved doing, your energy being low more often than not this week, sleep not providing you with any rest, but you were trying so hard to just push it down and ignore everything. It was getting more and more impossible to do so.
The next day, after you got back from completing a job, normal run of the mill demon killing, minor injuries on your end included, however, shit hit the fan. You were cleaning your weapon of choice, when Dante entered the room.
“Ah you're back! Vergil’s with Nero already, we were gonna have a get together, wanna join?”
You looked up, blinked slowly, then shrugged. “Ah, I'm not sure, I think I'll stay here this time. I'm too tired,” which wasn't entirely a lie, but you also really did not have the energy in you to socialize today.
Dante took a good look at you, his face scrunching up once he noticed the bandages wrapped around your arms (you had used them to shield yourself from a blow from one of the demons), and he sighed deeply. “This is the fourth time you're blowing us off, Y/n, c’mon, it'll do you some good to get out of here. You sure you're doing okay?”
“No, yeah, I'm peachy, just tired,” you smiled, but it didn't reach your eyes. If he stopped prodding at you right now, everything would be okay. You would be, you were, just fine. Everything's fine. Totally!
“You’re being reckless in fights again, aren't you?”
You gulped and shook your head. “Oh, no, it just happened! Nothing super serious,” you laughed nervously. “You know how it is!”
“I think I do,” he nodded, tone serious, in one of his rare moments of dropping the joke-y front.
You're not sure how, but things escalated from there, devolving into a verbal spat. He said things that hurt you, you said things that hurt him back, lashing out.
(You meant them in the moment, that vicious, ugly, cruel, part of you wanting him to feel as hurt as you were.)
He left with a loud bang! of the door slamming shut with more force than necessary, and that's when you placed your weapon somewhere safe, then calmly went to your room to cry.
(You're not sure if it was entirely out of frustration, hurt, or a mix of both, but this was the first time you had cried this hard in a while. Your heart hurt.)
By the time the tears had dried up, and the ache in your chest was more manageable, it was late into the night already. You went out to sit on the small balcony, music blaring in your ears at a volume that should have had you flinching, but right now, you felt nothing.
You ran a hand through your hair, exhausted from the day you had had. The door next to you opened and Vergil stepped out. He was surprised to see you sitting out here, probably though you were asleep by now. You hoped he wouldn't be able to notice just how puffy your eyes were. You paused your music, taking your headphones off and resting them gently on the table.
“Heyyy,” you greeted nonchalantly, “fancy seeing you here.”
He sat down and took a long look at you. Uh-oh! It made you feel self conscious. (Even more than you already were.)
He cleared his throat, “have you been… doing well? Dante told me about your… argument.”
Here we go. “Pfff yeah, I’m all good! No need to worry, everything's alright! Why?”
“You have been acting… odd, this week. More closed off.”
You scoffed, “that's rich coming from you.”
“I am well aware. I am only… worried about you. You have not been acting like yourself. Did something happen? Did any of us do something that upset you?”
You pressed the palms of your hands on your eyes until your vision was full of stars. You could feel the tears coming back again. “Nope, like I said, everything is fine,” you forced out after a long moment.
He stared at you in disbelief, seemingly getting frustrated by your refusal to talk about what is bothering you. “You’ve been preaching to me about how talking about my ‘feelings’ is a healthy way to understand and deal with them, yet here you are refusing to do the same.”
“It’s not the same for me as it is for you, Vergil. I don't have the luxury to allow myself to fall apart right now. Even if I did talk about it, as you say, it wouldn't change a thing for me. Just go back inside, pretend this didn't happen, please.”
He sat with your words, still looking at you, searching for… you're not sure. “You have been there for me during the long nights where I was plagued by the sins of my past, and you’re telling me I'm not allowed to do the same?”
You hummed as a response.
“That is foolish. I am not going anywhere until you say what has been the matter with you,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Then it seems like you'll be stuck following me around like a lost puppy until the end of my days.”
Silence fell, solemn and heavy. If you could just wait it out, he was bound to be sick of waiting and just head back inside. Alas, he was a patient devil.
The minutes seemed to pass by ever so slowly. You took a shaky breath and combed a hand through your hair.
He spoke again, “I have trusted you with things I haven't even trusted Dante with. Why is it so… difficult for you to do the same?”
You slowly turned your head to look at him, tears stinging in your eyes. “It's just… it feels like I have ran out of excuses of why I am this way. And I'm tired of lashing out when people get too close. Which is what you're doing. I don't want to…” you sighed again, "I don't know, be a dick to you, I guess.”
“I see.”
Silence once again fell between you two. With everything going on you hadn't realized just how much you were shivering from the cold, autumn air. At least with the colder seasons approaching you wouldn't have to worry about everything that summer brought.
“You once told me that I should accept it when people were trying to get close to me. Why is it so hard for you to follow your own advice, Y/n?”
You had no answer for that. You shrugged.
“So, what, you plan to keep isolating yourself? Such nonsense.”
You looked at him, mouth slightly open from shock. “That's not what I'm doing. I'm just… I don't want to burden anyone with my stupid feelings.”
“So whenever you find me after one of my outbursts, you think my feelings are ‘stupid’ or invalid?”
“No! Absolutely not!” you replied, defensively.
“Then why do you assume that yours would burden me in return?”
Ohhh he got your ass good. Now what, girl? How do you even come back from this? “I don't know. I can't just come crying to you about the same two things each time. It's annoying.”
“So you find it annoying when I do it, too?”
“Of course not, that is not what I said!”
“Then why do you assume I would feel that way when the situation is reversed? You silly thing,” he teased.
You laughed, caught off guard. You didn't think he would tease you at a time like this. But maybe it was just what you needed to get your head out of your ass (put so crudely, Vergil would say.)
“Whatever, I'll go to bed,” you grumbled.
“You have nothing to retort with? No snarky remarks?” he said smugly.
“Shut up, don't gloat,” you pouted.
He came to your (shared) room with you, made you sit down and helped you change into pajamas, kissing the top of your head once he was done.
“You don't have to baby me.”
“Humor me.”
You grumbled again. Ugh! He was supposed to be the grumpy one out of you two!
After you were both settled in bed, he pulled you to rest atop his chest.
“I guess I'll have to apologize to Dante tomorrow. Man, what a mess I've made again.”
“He didn't take any of what you said to heart. But it would be best if you did apologize for your actions.”
“Vergil?”
“What is it?”
“Thank you,” you said quietly, voice small.
“Always.”
Maybe everything would actually be okay this time.
Hii!! Idk if you are still interested in Vergil requests but I was wondering if you’d be open to a Vergil x slightly more alternative reader?
Not like anything super alternative, maybe just some more ear piercings, an eyebrow piercing or so, and the reader is showing him their music taste? Again, please interpret this however your mind does, I just love your works! <3
salutations my slimes, i am back! um, cause im a massive nerd, and cause twenty one pilots just dropped a new album, i lightly described that in the fic, but nothing suuuuper explicit about it, so i think you can fit in any bands of your liking! my bad i literally love this new album so much (guys trust me and give BREACH a listen, all the songs are amazing), anyway! HCs and a little fic again, sorry yall, im a massive yapper! anyway enjoy, comments n rbs are appreciated <3
So, you have a few more piercings than the rest of the people in this group, huh? Cool as hell, if you ask me (you did, heh)
Vergil is fascinated, especially if your earrings, nose piercings, or whatever else you have, have cool designs, like cute gems, little butterflies, cute bows, anything
I used to have a lime green septum ring (now it's just a silver one, not that anyone cares but,) so if you have any cool vibrant colors like that he's also super fascinated!
Like what would prompt you into doing this? He's genuinely curious!
If you have a naval piercing expect him to play around with it during sexy time
He asks a lot of questions about them, if getting them hurt, how long they took to heal, how you chose what jewelry you put there (if you don't change them often)
Patiently indulge him, he doesn't mean any harm by it!
Take him with you the next time you go in for a new piercing, if you're a little wuss like me and cry from the pain, he's going to try as hard as he can to comfort you, PDA isn't his strongest suit, however, so keep that in mind
Eyebrow piercings are so cool, (I lowkey want one too) he's also going to be playing with it whenever he can, sorta like a fidget toy
I don't see him as the type to be really pressed about what you do to your body, as long as you're safe and healthy, he's happy!
Note that he will be making you clean any new ones you got often, so they don't get an infection
Wouldn’t judge you for dressing more alternatively either, I mean, look at what he wears bro, he's got no room to talk
Now, when you share your music taste with him, he's gonna have more questions
To me, he would prefer more classical songs, or video game OSTs, as random as that might sound, if you've played any games like god of war, witcher 3, and the like, you’ll get what I mean, those melodies capture so many emotions and in such a perfect way
Again, wouldn't really be a stick in the mud about it, he might even enjoy a song or two and listen to them regularly
If a band you listen to has lore (like twenty one pilots) (stream BREACH btw) he will listen to you explain the whole thing, with as many details as you want, for as long as you want
He's super good at being an active listener (imo) so he will have questions about it, and not just generic ones!
If you can go to a concert with him of your favorite band, he will buy merch for both of you, and will religiously wear it at home
Also! If you have tattoos he will be so interested behind their meanings and if they don't have any and you only got them because it was art you liked, that's awesome too
If you have a piercing on your tongue or mouth, ohhh he's gonna tug at it with his lips when you two kiss (gently of course!)
Today was THE day!!! Your favorite band had just released their newest and biggest album yet. and to say you were excited would be an understatement!!! You hadn't shut up about them all week long, and you were pretty sure at this point everyone at the Devil May Cry shop was WELL acquainted with them. You had specifically made sure your day would be free of any serious work or errands, literally BUZZING with excitement from the day before. You even managed to dodge listening to leaks, you were proud of yourself!!! A meme about never killing yourself came to mind, making you suppress a giggle, seeing as Vergil was sleeping soundly on your lap. You had reassured him you wouldn't be long and would sleep right after him, but with how much excitement was coursing through you, it felt impossible, so you opted into doomscrolling on your favorite social media sites to pass time until it was midnight and the album was available to you.
Ahhhhhh this was the life!!! Just a little longer and you would be listening to absolute masterpieces of songs, you were practically shaking at this point, unable to contain the happy feelings. You had been following this band for years ny now, and despite all the time since you first fell in love with their music, you were still as fond of it as you were when you first got into them.
MIDNIGHT!! You rushed to the bands youtube channel, to like all the songs, of course, then hit play and. Oh my god, first song in and you were getting emotional already. The songwriter had sneaked in references to older albums lyrics, making a wave of nostalgia wash over you, as the song continued to play in your earbuds.
By the time you got to the last song of the album, you were a sniffling, crying mess, its melody sounding oddly familiar, and when you looked it up online, people confirmed your suspicions about it being one of their heaviest songs’ instrumentals in reverse. God you loved this band so much. What you didn't realize, however, was that in all your excitement (and maybe a little bit of crying, shhh) vergil had woken up. Oupsi!
He poked your side, after you placed your earbuds on your bedside table, wanting to just sit with it and take it all in for a while. “So, how did the album turn out, my dear?” he asked, voice thick with sleep, making you feel a little guilty for waking him.
“Did I wake you up? I'm sorry,” you sniffled, tears still falling periodically, you cleared your throat and continued, “do you want the short answer, or the long one?” you asked, excitement starting to overtake you again little by little, tears forgotten.
He made himself more comfortable in your lap, nuzzled your tummy, he was probably still half asleep you surmised and answered, “hmmm, the long one. I like hearing you talk.”
And boy you were gonna make him regret that. Being a true yapper was not for the faint of heart. You started going off into an explanation about every single song, giving your opinions and thoughts, talking animatedly about every small easter egg you caught. He was looking up at you throughout your entire rant, at first you had to also explain to him the lore from the previous albums and how they were tied to this one, then continued on rambling about everything.
“We could listen to them if you want,” he offered, sitting up now and moving to his side of the bed, still near you, but not on your lap.
“Are you sure? It's gonna take a while, you should get some sleep, you have to accompany Dante in the morning!”
“Dont make me repeat myself,” he said, in such a serious tone you'd think this was a life or death matter, "I am interested in finding out more about them and this music, you hold dear so much.”
You tried to stay calm, but it's as if excitement was rolling off you in waves (again), you reached for your laptop, opening it up and pulling up the appropriate playlists and albums. The next few hours were spent with you two listening to music and overall having fun spending time together. The morning came pretty fast, so you both had to get up, and get ready for your day. You were gonna be on phone duty at the shop today, which gave you all the freedom to just sit and listen to this album.
By the time the twins had gotten back, all smelly and covered in demon entrails, you were pretty sure you knew all the lyrics by heart. Thankfully there was still a lot of time left in the day, so you decided to also go out and see if you could find any new jewelry for some of your piercings, you were starting to get bored of the ones you had had in for super long.
You convinced Vergil to tag along, after a much needed shower, of course. He begrudgingly agreed. Such a grumpy old man!
He had known you were pretty indecisive about making choices in general, so he had expected this trip, which you had originally dubbed as ‘quick, wont even last an hour!’ to, obviously, last more than that. He could see you were starting to get frustrated with yourself and how you couldn't find anything to your liking, so he decided to step in, and choose some for you.
You shot him a grateful expression, he was gonna get so many kisses back at home, since you knew he wasn't fond of PDA, you weren't gonna make him uncomfortable in the middle of this crowded store. You didn't even see the jewelry he had picked out for you, you got 'em all, and finally, made your way out of there.
“I think we've earned ourselves a little treat!!!” you stated, leaving him no room to argue, leading him towards an ice cream parlor, treating him to his favorite flavors, which you had only discovered after another endeavor like this, when you had gone clothes shopping for him so long ago, seeing as he would need ‘normal’ clothes since he had decided to try to accept his humanity. Safe to say he had been grumpy about that then, but you're nothing if not persistent, so you won.
After you got back home, you took a long, boiling hot shower, exhaustion from getting no sleep hitting you like a train, and collapsed in bed. You opened the bag that contained your new jewelry, to at least put them on before you were knocked out. Vergil, who was reading next to you, glanced at you in mild amusement.
You were kinda struggling, to be fair, vision blurry and eyes tired, so you probably looked funny as fuck trying to get the little metal ball of your septum to unscrew.
“May I help?”
You could hear the amusement in his voice, but you nodded and gave up. He put his book aside, helping you move to his lap. Your head fell to his shoulder, “Vergil, im soooo tired,” you whined.
“What did you expect would happen when you decided to skip sleep?” he asked, holding your face steady with one of his hands, successfully taking your septum ring out, carefully placing it in the little box where the new one was contained, swapping them. “Hmm, looks good.”
Your eyes lit up, “really!? Can I see?!?!”
“Patience.”
You grumbled, but waited for him to swap out the rest of your old piercings with the new ones, trying to make it as easy for him as you could, in your tired state.
“There, all done.”
You shot up, almost tripping and getting a faceful of floor in the process, and went to your small vanity mirror to check yourself out. Vergil was not amused by your almost accident, sighing heavily and rubbing at his temples in exhaustion.
This little fucker! You burst out laughing, “really, Vergil?!”
All the little decorative gems, were a rich shade of blue, similar to the one he liked. “You’re unbelievable!” you shook your head, “they do look great though, not gonna lie! Thank you for this,” you made your way back to him and collapsed in his arms.
“I have no idea what you're referring to,” he shrugged, rubbing comforting circles into your back.
“Sureeeee you don't," you looked up at him and wiggled your brows, knowingly. He's such a dork.
You settled under the covers, and fell asleep in his arms, the excitement of the day finally wearing off and putting you into a nice cosy sleep.
Hi!!! I'm back again!! okay so 1. how are you??? 2. I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM like you are FEEDING us omg. and 3. if you're still taking requests maybe someone who struggles with BADDD nightmares paired with anyone you'd like? (like it doesn't have to be vergil yk?) THANK YOU and have a nice day :)!!
HIYA omg im so sorry i took this long, between uni kicking my ass and genshin impact dropping a new patch, ive been downright exhausted and running on 3 hours of sleep a day lol. i also got chased around by a fucking horse when i was making my way back home (i am deathly afraid of them), safe to say, ive had quite a day! anyway i only did vergil, i love this guy sm, this time i did both HCs and a little blurb? is that what you call em?? idk! but its HCs and a small fic at the end! hope thats okie! ty for requesting <3
Okay soooo we all know that Vergil is a grump. Like major grump so even getting him to bed at first was a hassle
Dante is a serial napper, as we all know, but Vergil couldn't be more different
I feel like after he adjusted to living like a human, he would either not sleep until he collapsed in bed from exhaustion and hibernate for 24 hours straight, or he has a strict sleep schedule, and he STICKS to it religiously
I'm not sure if he gets nightmares about when he was enslaved by Mundus, since Dante killed V’s familiars, but I reckon he gets nightmares or bad dreams in general, he has had a bad life so it’s to be expected
Now onto you, you had obviously warned him that you sometimes (or oftentimes) get bad dreams, just so he wouldn't be alarmed if you woke up screaming or crying in the middle of the night
So he was prepared, mentally, I guess?
But the first time it happened, he was at a loss
Let's be honest, he wouldn't know exactly how to comfort you through it, but he would try at least
He will wake you, and if you’re the type to forget your dreams and wake up confused about why the fuck he woke you up (especially if you take an hour minimum to fall asleep) and hes like ??? ‘you were restless, was it a bad dream’ you shrug and fall back asleep, he's even mORE perplexed
If you're the type to remember them, however, and you want to talk about it he will listen and attempt to comfort you as best as he can
‘I had a dream that my head was cut off in a car accident but I lived and could detach it whenever I wanted :(‘ ‘???’
If your bad dream makes you cry, again, he wakes you up to see if you're good or not
If you can't go to sleep after, too messed up from what you saw, he will stay up with you, his personal sleep schedule be damned. You do the same for him, too, so of course he wants to repay your kindness in a way (he would stay up with you regardless) (he's worried!)
If you want space and go off to the balcony to smoke or just sit by yourself for a while, he will respect your wishes, but guilt will eat him up, I feel like he would join you and just sit with you in quiet, just so you know you're not alone and that he will be there to protect you from whatever horrors terrorized you in your dreams
If you have any habits such as rocking yourself back and forth to help you fall asleep (if you do it subconsciously or not, doesn't matter) he will try to be as accommodating as he can
Would read to you to help calm you down if you're super shaken from whatever you saw, will also offer to go make you both some tea
If you're not a devil hunter like him and the rest of his family and you have especially violent dreams, he would also offer to teach you some self defense, right then and there at ass crack o'clock,
Once you were causing a ruckus in bed from your bad dream, he woke you up, you were still super visibly shaken, he managed to calm you down enough for you to tell him what you saw, ‘some axe murderer was chasing me and a group of people I was tasked to keep safe, the axe murderer kept finding us and I had to fight him, it was … brutal’ he will at once drag you out of bed, and start showing you basic stances and how to disarm anyone that came with a weapon at you, you were quite confused at first, but it did tire you out enough to help you go back to sleep, as well as calm your paranoia about things
If you play any video games and would like to unwind by playing them after your bad dream, he will sit with you and watch you play, sit on his lap to feel extra secure !!!
If you just wanna doomscroll to unwind he will pull you to his chest and hold you close, make him watch whatever youre watching too, it's a good bonding thing !!
If you have any rituals you do to fall back asleep, whatever those may be, and you've already discussed with him what to do to get you through the especially worse times/dreams, he will immediately guide you through them
now, if you absolutely refuse to sleep and decide to stay awake, he will naturally, stay with you
In general I feel like he would hover over you to see how you are
If you want to dance the fear out and decide to put on your favorite songs, definitely drag him in to dance with you, he will be grumpy about it but indulge you regardless
That’s all I reckon hmm definitely would shower you in kisses if you needed him to!
You were trapped. No escape in sight. The thing that had been chasing you through endless corridors and open empty spaces, void of life, of anyone to help you, save you from this torment, making your cries of help go unheard, was closing in, and you knew this was going to be the end. You had never thought this would be the way you would go. It had already torn through Vergil, somehow many times more powerful than he was, and if even Vergil had fallen to this monstrosity, what chance would you have? You were but a human.
It was getting closer now, the stifling darkness that followed it closing in on you, restricting your breath, freezing you in place, making you unable to do anything at all to defend yourself. Tears were streaming down your face, you were hyperventilating, screaming at your body to move, just move, do anything at all, but it wasn't obeying you.
The faceless entity stood in front of you now. It reached one of its blackened claws at you, slowly, so ever slowly, tilting its head in what you assume was amusement. The darkness seeping out from it was clawing up your body too, making your limbs black, same as its own. It grabbed you by the neck, its grip scaled and icy, screams of pain erupting from your neck, your vision blurry now. You could only make out its sickening, condescending smile. It put its other limb through your chest, and ripped your heart out.
That's when you shot up awake, breathing shallow and uneven, much like it was in your nightmare. You noticed Vergil was already awake and was attempting to wake you, too, but as soon as you saw him tears of relief fell from your eyes, and you pounced him, hugging him as tight as you could, so thankful he was still alive, and in one piece. He held you through your sobs, whispering reassuring things in your ear.
After your crying died down, you apologized about waking him up, told him to go back to sleep, and went to sit outside and get yourself together. He joined you, after a while, asking if you felt any better. You shook your head, your voice being too weak for you to use at that moment. He coaxed you into getting back to bed with him, after sitting with you outside some more, the quiet of the night and him by your side easing your fears considerably.
You managed to tell him what you saw, cuddled up in his arms and under the cosy blankets you had picked out together, incessant apologies for waking him up this late at night after the tiring day he had gone through. He disregarded them, reassuring you that he would never be bothered by such things, and how he wouldn't be defeated that easily by anyone, and that he would always be by your side to protect you. You both fell asleep again, in each other's arms, this time a peaceful, uneventful sleep falling over your tired self.
Idk if you write for Dante too bc Ik you’re a Vergil lover. But if you do can we please get a Dante version of the one bed scenario. But with reader riding him😍😍!!
shut up
dante x reader (FIRST TIMEEEEE)
wc: 1980
summary: while away on a demon hunting trip, you and dante have to share a bed. its now day 3 of this predicament, and tension finally snaps
warnings: my shit writing, english isnt my first language, nsfw minors GETTTTTT OUUUUUTTTTTT, dry humping, my shitty humor, dante might be ooc, biting, love marks and hickeys
a/n: you ask, you shall receive. with that said idk if i got dante right, but im open to criticism! also this is dry humping and reader-chan is on top so i hope that counts as riding him? also this is like the 2nd time ive ever written smut so uh be gentle (insert sex joke here)
Another day at Devil May Cry, which means more demons to kill. Demon activity had increased so Trish and Lady were working some of those jobs together, Vergil was with Nero and Nico working too, which left you and Dante to work the rest together. Not that he would ever need your help, but tagging along to do damage control was your thing, so here you were. You two were holed up in a hotel, the clerk there had informed you of how they only had one room available, so you had to make do.
You and Dante often bickered with each other, flirted even, but this hadn't happened ever before. So far you had had to share that bed for two days, and it seemed like you would be staying in this fuckass city for a while. There were just too many demons to take care of, you two would leave in the morning and come back late at night, a full day of fighting for Dante, and for you, well you run around cleaning up his messes. So you were starting to tweak out a little, between Dante's constant and unending teasing during the day, to him drooling on your back at night, because he couldn't stay on his damn side of the bed.
And to add to that, he ran as hot as a furnace, so sleeping was… even more difficult with a man as beefy and warm as him draped all over you at night, the weather not helping your case at all. Your sanity was fraying at the edges. The tension was getting thicker and thicker between you two, too. On an average day, you could just ignore it, laugh it off and go on with the rest of your day, but now? Deep breaths and counting to ten to stay sane just wasn't enough. And it was only day three!
If only you hadn't been charmed by this bastard from the moment you two met. You wouldn't have even ended up where you were in life but gosh you know you would be miserable without his constant flirting in your ear. You were sure he never meant it, this was just who he was, but sometimes… sometimes you two would be stuck looking in each other's eyes, the world stopping for a moment, you'd both move in closer, slowly leaning for a kiss but that moment always would get cut short, one reason or another for it, and it would make you think that… maybe he did mean it. Maybe. But you guess you would never know.
You knew Dante had tried dating, but with how self conscious about his lineage, things never worked out between him and his dates. You'd never tell anyone about the relief you would feel when he got back home (you lived with him in Devil May Cry, long story) from another failed date. What can you say, you were only human, after all.
Sighing, you opened the door to your hotel room, finally back after a long day running around cleaning up Dante’s, to find him with his feet up on the flimsy hotel table, a box of pizza on his lap, mouth open for a bite, all shirtless and sweatpants hanging loose on his hips. You closed the door and threw your things on the floor, too tired to care about them right now.
(He always had his damned shirt off whenever he got back, it only served to drive you more insane and the bastard knew what he was doing to you, a smug smirk on his face each time he caught you staring.)
“You’re late,” he said between a mouthful of pizza.
“What for, did we have a date?” you snarked back.
You were amidst ruffling through your bag of belongings, trying to find a clean shirt to use as your pajama top, but finding nothing comfortable you'd be willing to sleep in. You sighed deeply.
“Daaaante,” you whined, deflating like a balloon on your spot.
“Whaaaat?”
“Do you have a shirt I can borrow? I don't have anything comfortable to sleep in,” you pouted, looking in his direction.
He pushed his feet off the table, put the pizza box on it, made a show of stretching (you were drooling looking at his chest, the hair somehow making him look even more attractive, he looked smug when he caught you looking) and got up and went to look through his things. He grabbed a gray shirt, smelt it, shrugged, then threw it at you. You managed to catch it, looked at him perplexed as to why he would smell it, smelt it yourself, and phew, okay decent smell! Clean shirt, yay!
“Thanks for not giving me a disgusting smelling one,” you scoffed.
“My pleasure, sweetheart,” he wiggled his brows at you, then went back to his spot on the chair. (heh, cuck chair, you thought, snorting at the joke in your head, you're just sooo funny, ain’t ya.)
“I’m gonna head in for a shower now.” and with that you were off to the bathroom. Thankfully he left you warm water, which you took advantage of to the fullest degree, scrubbing the grime and any stray demon blood you had on you away. After that you put on your creams and did your night routine, despite it being early. You know you wouldn't be able to sleep until later on at night, but hey, being prepared is good! And smelling good made you feel good about yourself, so!
When you put Dante's shirt on and looked at yourself in the mirror… oh boy it did things to you that went straight to your downstairs brain. This would do little to help your little problem, aka fantasizing about him doing downright nasty things to you in any position he could manhandle you in. You had gone through three fresh pairs of panties in two days. TWO DAYS. You desperately needed to be dicked down. Curse you ovulation. You were fucked in every aspect except the one you wanted.
You left the bathroom after you were done gawking at yourself in his shirt in the mirror, still lost in less than PG thoughts about the man of the hour, so you didn't notice him in front of the door too, making you get a face full of titties, the force knocking you back a little. “Oh man, my nose!”
“You should watch where you're going, you know,” he said, smirking, looking down at you.
“Shut it, and Jesus, do you wear a bra, those things are maaassive,” you said in exasperation, bringing your hand to check to see if you injured it.
“Maybe I do, why, you got any tips on cup sizes?”
“Cornball,” you scoffed, pushing past him and going to your side of the bed to sit down. Dante had eaten the entire pizza by now, so starvation it was for you. You'd make sure to eat a luxurious breakfast tomorrow, but for now you grabbed your phone to doomscroll, as a treat! But mostly to keep your brain from straying to thoughts about having Dante use you like his toy. You groaned, frustrated.
He joined you on the bed, looking over your shoulder at the tiktoks you were watching.
“You’re too clooose,” you said, tone sing-songy, side eyeing him.
“I knowww,” he matched your tone. “My shirt looks good on you, by the way.”
This certainly wasn't helping with your delusions. It was so Joever. Deep breaths! You've got this! (You don't.)
“Y-yeah, uh, cheers, thanks.” stuttering through an entire sentence, great job, idiot. You dragged your hand down your face, it felt warm. Fuck.
“Awe someone's gotten flustered, hm?” he tilted your chin towards him, his face so close you were sharing each other's breaths. “Cute.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, making a face. “Shut up before I make you.”
“Oh? And how would you ‘make me’?”
Um. You didn't really think that far. Your mouth opened and closed, like a fish.
“Like I said-” but you cut him off. You closed the short gap between you two, pressing your lips clumsily against his, catching him by surprise. It took him a second to process the kiss, but he reciprocated it not long after. It was a heated one, messy with saliva, you were still trying to find a comfortable pace, but it was getting there. He maneuvered you to straddle his lap, the light friction making you somehow even more feral.
You broke the kiss for air, but his lips still chased yours, a small whine leaving him involuntarily. You smirked. “Who’s the cute one now, Dante?”
He grumbled, the hand on your hip squeezing gently, his hips grinding against right where you needed him. He was sucking marks into your neck, and you were scratching at his scalp with your nails, your other hand gripping his shirt, hanging on for dear life.
It felt like your hips had a mind of their own, too, pressing down on him, moving in any way that increased the pleasure you felt. You were glad that the material of your pajama shorts was thin, making you feel everything.
The small moans and whines that escaped you only seemed to drive him wilder, he had both his hands on your hips, easily manhandling you as he pleased. He was pressing you against him, helping you roll your hips, one hand moving to rub circles on your clit above the thin layers of clothing. His hardness was poking at you, and Jesus, even with all these barriers you could tell he was huge. You don't know how he would even fit in you.
The dry humping continued, both your brains too foggy with lust to care about taking the clothes off and doing it the ‘proper’ way. All you could think about is how good he felt under you, solid and warm. Finally all this tension would dissolve. Although you hoped it wouldn't be a one time thing.
“Y-you’re doing so well for me,” you panted, breaths uneven and frantic. He moaned, a low, raspy moan, which went straight to your downstairs brain. Small sighs escaped you when he started mouthing at your chest, it was getting too much, he was being too much, and not enough at the same time.
“I don't think I can last much longer if you keep this up, sweetheart,” he rasped.
“G-good thing I’m not lasting much longer either, hm?”
The frantic nature of your movements somehow increased, closer to the edge the more you kept going. He captured your lips in a kiss, all teeth and tongue, his hand still rubbing circles at your clit, his free one pawing at your chest.
“I-I think I’m gonna-”
“Cum? All for me, hm? Come on, make a mess on me, baby.”
Cocky bastard. You bit his shoulder right before you came, muffling your loud moan, managing to break skin and taste copper, if it wasn't for his fast healing due to being half demon, you'd be worried. He came not long after you did, throwing his head back in ecstasy, but still having half a mind to keep working you both down from your orgasms.
Things started to settle as soon as you both were down from your highs, breaths still heavy, but more even. You rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes.
“That was… wow,” you exclaimed.
“Long overdue, if you ask me,” it sounded like he was smirking, which made you open your eyes to glare at him. The audacity of this man!
“Ugh I’m gonna need another shower now, great,” you whined.
“Can I join?”
You giggled, “fine, if you behave!”
He pouted incredulously, but picked you up like a sack of potatoes and moved you to the bathroom, laughing loudly at you groping his ass.
May I request that Vergil meet Nero's adoptive mother (reader)? She like a pretty average person, meaning she doesn't demon hunt and works a normal job (possibly in aircraft maintenance lol). She's pretty sweet and a bit of a worrywart, too
They met when Nero brought Vergil to her place to lie low for a bit and Vergil ended up falling in love with her after some time later? Thank you!
mother dearest
wc: 4904 (my longest one yet...)
warnings: my shit writing, vergil could be ooc, english isnt my first language, its pretty tame! tooth rotting fluff!
a/n:giiirl i got you! ive been toying with the idea of reader being neros mom for a while, so this was just an excuse for me haha! i did have to frantically google details about AME, so anything about that, im sorry if i got wrong! i tried to be as vague as i could but still bring it up! hope its adequate ^-^ comments are appreciated! enjoooy!
Honestly, you had never wanted kids. Your job was a demanding one, with pretty irregular working hours, leaving you little to no time to yourself. Aircraft maintenance overall was demanding, but also pretty lucrative, so you lived a good life overall. But your life was thrown upside down, when someone, you assume the child's mother had left him at your front door. I mean, who does that!?
At first you had wanted to pass him off to an orphanage, or to the Order, perhaps, maybe those religious people would help this child live a good life. But you felt bad. And then you thought that, wait, you live a good life, you could do what they could, if not better. So, on a whim, you decided to keep him, and give him a parent, better than both your parents combined had been to you.
The little basket had a note, with his name and a message to treat him well, along with his birth certificate and other documents. His mother had probably been less better off than you, you don't think she would've given him up otherwise. That poor woman. You only wish you could've met her beforehand. Oh well, life is life.
That very day, you went to the store to buy baby supplies and everything else you'd need for him. Not gonna lie, it felt kind of fun shopping like this. All these baby clothes were so adorable!! You had been lugging little Nero around, as the note in his basket said his name was, in your arms, then into the little baby seat of the shopping cart until you bought all the necessary things for him. You had also decided to cut back on your working hours, as best as you could, at least, so you could take better care of this little fella. You had a good working relationship with your boss, so you're certain he'd be understanding of your situation and help you out.
The day when you opened the door to find a baby in a basket on your front step, had been one of the most memorable ones of your life. Until the Order, led by that priest, that frankly gave you the ick, decided to build their own god, or whatever, you hadn't really understood much of what Nero had told you when he explained the situation after he and his friend? Dante had saved the day. You had known Nero was a special kid, that's not even the pride as his, well, mother, speaking, since he was little. His arm, for once, had been… you know… special. Then as he grew older, his strength and other attributes had shown themselves better. There were weirder things in this world, so you tried your best to help him with everything as best as you could. So when Nero had told you he was potentially half human half demon, all you did was hug him and tell him it changed nothing about him being your son, that you loved him, no matter his lineage.
You had also been upfront with him about how you found him, which at first scared the fuck out of you, but it only seemed to strengthen the bond you two shared. You were glad that he knew that just because he wasn't your biological son, your flesh and blood, he was still your son, no matter what, and that you would always choose and be there for him. At that point in your life, you had managed to rise in the ranks of your work, becoming the team leader yourself, so you were set for life, yay you!
Nero's friend, Dante, had introduced himself to you a while after everything had gone down with the Order, wanting to check on how Nero was doing, but wanting your meeting to be kept a secret. Nero and Kyrie had grown even closer, too, and had made another friend, Nico. She was a jolly young woman, who had told you her father was the scientist behind the whole Order ordeal, but she and him were estranged so she was nothing like him. You were glad your baby was having so many good friends in his life. He would always be your baby, no matter how grown up he had gotten.
Years passed after that, you became even more successful in your field, so you had decided to move away from Fortuna and onto some better place. Nero, Kyrie and Nico had also followed, which you were happy with, because you always wanted the company. The house you had bought was huge, so you were happy to help set those two up with space for their orphanage. Your life was good, in all aspects, except… love. There had been a few people over the years, but things didn't work out, between you being focused on your work and your kid, they didn't stay.
Their loss, you think. So, compared to Nero and his friends, you were by all means, just an average woman. You were okay with that, maybe a little sad you couldn't help your son out in his endeavors with demon hunting, but he always reassured you that wasn't needed, and he was happy you were supportive.
Some more time had passed, you were all pretty settled with everything, Nero and Nico had even opened a devil hunting business of their own, called Devil May Cry (like Dante's one), operating out of Nico's little van. That was until a mysterious man came into the garage and yoinked Nero's special arm clean off. You had nearly passed out from stress and worry when you had rushed him to the hospital, finding him in a pool of blood had been a sight that would never leave your eyes.
After that everything, and I mean everything, had gone to hell. A giant tree had sprouted in Red Grave City, unleashing every horror the underworld held into your world. You had stayed behind with Kyrie, and let Nero and Nico do their work, still overrun with worry, but having to appear strong so Kyrie would be less stressed, too. Thankfully your home hadn’t been affected by any of the things going on in Red Grave City, but you were still alert about it.
It had been June when that situation had all come to a stop, Nero telling you after the fact that the mysterious man who had taken his arm, and the yamato, a katana Nero had fixed during the events in Fortuna, with him, to raise the ‘Qliphoth,’ to separate his human and demon halves and gain more power, but that now he and Dante had gone to the underworld to fix his mistake, seemingly a changed man after finding out he had a son. To say you had been flabbergasted about this whole thing, would simply be an understatement. Nero had told you that his father, Vergil, his name was, did not even know of his existence, until they fought, and Nero beat him (you were so proud of your little boy).
Strange family dynamics were nothing new to you, but even this was… wow. But who were you to judge, right? Nero showed you his fathers poetry book, that he had left him until he and Dante returned, reassured you that they were on okay terms and, well, that had been that. Life continued, things in Red Grave City going back to normal, from what you read, Nero and Nico back on the road working, too. You also got to meet Lady and Trish, Nero having invited them over for dinner one night, they were both such lovely women, so you got pretty close to them pretty fast, and being your age that didn't happen, ever, so you were super glad you had found such amazing friends for yourself.
After a few months had passed, Nero had told you that Dante and his father had returned, and that he wanted you two to meet. To be honest your first impression of Vergil hadn’t been the greatest. I mean he did cut off your sons arm and raised hell on earth, but you also tried to be understanding of his circumstances, as best as you could since Dante had confided in you one late night when you two were hanging out before, how he lost his mother and thought he lost his brother when he was eight. Things like this traumatize children for life, and while Dante, you noticed, hid his pain behind jokes, you assumed Vergil was the opposite. You also knew they were twins, though according to Nero they didn't look super alike now that they were both adults.
You had also assumed that one day, Nero would want you two to meet, ever since he told you that they had left things off in okay terms between them. This meeting kept getting postponed, sadly, either due to your weird work hours, or because Vergil was busy, so a month had passed since he and Dante had returned from the underworld.
Nero did talk about him a lot though, you were glad he was finally getting to meet his father, you knew he was always sad that he didn't get to meet his biological mom in the first place, so this was amazing for him. Of course you had your insecurities about this whole thing, with you not being his biological mom and all, but you knew that was just mostly your head being mean to you, and did not indicate Nero's actual feelings on the matter. He had been spending a lot of time with him, and they were getting to know each other well, which relieved you.
You had gotten back home early in the morning, at about eight, right after another grueling shift and overtime, so your brain was quite mushy when Nero told you that there would be a get together with everyone coming here later in the afternoon, all you could do was grunt while taking a bite of your breakfast slash dinner. He was rambling excitedly about it, and how you and his dad would finally get to meet, and how he knew you two would just get along so well. You tuned him out a little, too tired to pay proper attention to him, but also half listening and nodding along whenever it was appropriate. You did catch that he was seemingly super serious and down to business, but you thought that… Well, he read poetry of all things, which you only knew from the book Nero had shown you and having met V briefly, who apparently was the human half, and who you thought was such an endearing cornball.
You only managed to sleep for a few hours, nerves about the upcoming get together rising the closer it got. You crawled out of bed at about one in the afternoon, stretching the sleep out of your tired limbs, and yawning loudly. You went to your bathroom, took a shower and mostly dried your hair, too lazy to fully bother. You were dressed in your pajamas still, since Nero had told you that the guests wouldn't arrive untill later, and made your way downstairs.
You warmly greeted Kyrie, who was starting to prepare some food for later, striking up a conversation with her whilst your coffee brewed. She told you some more details about it, how they would stay for dinner, a barbeque in your big yard, Dante having insisted on being the ‘head chef’ for it and how he and Vergil had turned it into a competition to see who was the better cook, which sounded hilarious. They really were such stereotypical siblings with how they behaved.
You helped Kyrie a little with marinating the meats for later, setting them in the fridge to sit. You helped her clean the house and yard a little as well, she seemed even more stressed out than you were about this, but she had already met Vergil so you think she was maybe more excited than stressed. The hours seemed to pass by quickly, much to your displeasure, stress levels rising the closer the time of their arrival came. You went and changed into casual clothes that made you feel good about yourself but weren't overly fancy or anything. You really need to calm down, you thought to yourself, it's just a meeting with friends, everything's going to be okay, Vergil wasn't a bad person, he wouldn't bite your head off or anything. But this was your first meeting, and he was your adoptive son's father, so you wanted to make an excellent impression.
You had just finished getting ready, and were making your way down the stairs to go sit on the sofa, when the door opened and Nero came into the house, followed by everyone else. Trish and Lady were in a conversation of their own, Nico was teasing Nero about something and Dante and who you assumed was Vergil were arguing about something? You tried to hide your snort at that. They were so animated with each other, it reminded you of your own family, from way back then.
As soon as Nero spotted you, now near the sofa, he threw himself at you in a big hug, crushing you with it. He managed to tackle you down to the floor, having caught you off guard, but to be fair he hadn't met his daily quota of hugs from you, with you being exhausted in the morning and everything.
“Nerooo, ow!” you chastised.
Dante burst out laughing, the girls having gone off to help Kyrie out with everything they had brought with them, Vergil standing awkwardly by his brother's side.
“Sorry, mom, just missed ya is all,” Nero got off you after having sufficiently hugged you, offering you a helping hand up, which you took, and pulled him into another hug after you were on your feet, too. You waved towards Dante and allegedly Vergil.
“The devils give you any trouble, sweetheart?”
He shook his head. Then his eyes lit up, seemingly remembering that his dad was there too, after Dante poked him in the ribs.
“So uh, mom, this is dad, uh- vergil, dad this is mom- Y/n,” Nero introduced, awkwardly scratching the back of his head before continuing his sentence, “can I go say hi to Kyrie?” he asked, looking at you for permission. You nodded in amusement.
“Hey, it's nice to finally put a face to the name,” you offered your hand out for a handshake, Vergil shook it.
“As do I. Nero talks about you quite a lot.”
“Only good things, I hope!”
“Naturally. You raised him well.”
“Thank you! I tried my best, thankfully he wasn't a difficult child! Maybe a little bit of a rebel in his teens, buuut that's to be expected, I think! Nero has already given you a tour of the house, I hope, so please, make yourself comfortable!”
Although conversation was a little stiff at first, talking to him felt natural and easy, nerves having been long forgotten. It didn't last as long as you hoped for, Dante dragging you out to help him set up the grill and catch up.
“Sooo, what do you think of my brother, now that you two finally met?”
He sounded nervous about asking, you weren't sure why that was though. “He seems nice! I hope we can get along well, if not for my sake, then for Nero’s,” you smiled nervously, as you were dragging out a small table from storage they could use to put their drinks on.
“First time someone describes Vergil as nice, but I'll take it,” he joked.
“Pfff, cmon, he doesn't seem so bad! I mean, I know about Qliphoth and stuff, but since he's genuinely trying to do better, who am I to judge!”
You and Dante continued to chat, the rest of the gang joining you with everything, letting the competition commence. Everyone had decided it would be a vote to determine the winner, which made the atmosphere lighter. Dante and Vergil's arguing was super cute, you thought, you were glad they were finally getting their stolen time back. There was music playing in the background, Nero being the designated DJ of the night, while you, Lady and Trish were talking about some of the newer clothes you had purchased, asking if any of them wanted some of your old ones you never got to wear, not wanting to throw them away. Nico was playing with the children, who had already been out in the yard having fun and Kyrie was bouncing around conversation to conversation, wanting to make sure everyone was well taken care of.
You noticed Vergil, whose turn on the grill was over, had decided to take a stroll in the garden by himself, so you excused yourself from the girls, and made your way to where he was, not wanting him to be all alone or feel unwelcome here.
“Hey! I hope you're finding everything okay here?” you cheerily asked, falling into step with him.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Yay! Are you alright though?”
“Yes. I… am not good with crowds, and I didn't want my presence to startle the children. Apologies for making you worry.”
He was so curt with everything, but you felt sad he felt that way about himself. “Awww, you shouldn't worry, the kids have seen things, nothing really phases them! And,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him, “can I tell you a secret?”
He seemed interested, despite him trying to hide it, and nodded.
“I’m not good with crowds either! I was actually super stressed about meeting you, when Nero told me in the morning when I got home after my shift! So try to be less in your head about this! Your presence is wanted here, you know? Nero is probably going to cry from happiness after you guys leave,” you giggled, knowing your son too well.
“I see… Thank you for the reassurance. Your garden is beautiful. So,” he cleared his throat, “what is your work like?”
You thanked him and passionately told him details about what you did, glad that he was trying to get to know you. You asked a lot about what hunting devils was like, despite knowing pretty well about what it generally was like from Nero retelling stories of some of his fights. You had managed to persuade him to move the conversation to the table, so you two could sit and enjoy some drinks and food with everyone else. Your little get together had dragged along late into the evening, Kyrie and Nero having put the children to bed already, and coming back down to continue having fun. Trish and Lady had decided to leave, having arrived together on Lady's motorcycle, something about them having a job tomorrow to take care of.
The night had quieted down significantly after, Nico having decided that she didn't want to drive, and she was Dante and Vergil's ride, so they would stay here for the night. You had cleaned up the plates and everything, loaded it all up into the dishwasher, and grabbed a glass of water for yourself, your mouth dry from all the talking you had been doing, before going outside to join everyone once more. The competition had ended up in a draw, Dante booing at everyone for not voting for him to win, making everyone laugh at his antics. It was about then that you got a call from work, so you had to leave. Nero whined about that fact, but you shushed him and placed a kiss atop his head, making him promise to save you some dessert for when you got back. You bid goodnight to everyone in a hurry, and left.
Work, thank your lucky stars, had been easier to deal with than usual, so you ended up getting back home by three in the morning. You still had energy left in you, so you grabbed your favorite drink and went outside to stargaze. You're lucky your area had less severe light pollution, so the stars were visible.
You were surprised to see Vergil sitting outside, from where you stood he seemed troubled. You placed your drink down on the table, and sat down opposite him. Your sudden appearance seemed to snap him out of whatever spiral he was in.
“Hey you,” you smiled, the moon was bright, so you could see his face fairly well. You'd be a fool if you said he wasn't handsome. His beauty reminded you of cold winter nights, how those made you feel at peace with everything, when your mind was too full of nasty thoughts and when your work stressed you out to the point of tears. His presence brought you feelings you hadn't felt for someone in… well, it had been years by now, since you had given up on love. But, no, surely it couldn't be that, you were just infatuated (wroooong). “Why are you up? It's late, did you not like the room Nero gave you?”
He shook his head, clearing his throat and adjusting the collar of his shirt. “No, everything was to my liking. Due to my… lineage, I don't need to sleep like you do,” he explained.
“Ohhhhh, makes sense!” but you think he wasn't being honest with you. Maybe he often had trouble sleeping, much like you. “Are you germophobic?”
Your sudden question piqued his curiosity. “No. Why?”
“So we can share my drink! If you want of course! It's one of my favorites, and I'm kind of too lazy to go grab you another glass,” you laughed.
“I am alright, thank you for the offer.”
He's a tough nut to crack! “It's okay! If you change your mind, though, feel free to grab a sip!”
You spent some time in silence, unsure if it was comfortable or not, you were trying to think up conversation starters, anything to get to know him better. I mean, he is the father of your son, so…
“You know,” you tucked a stray hair behind your ears, “when Nero was like, five? Or so years old, I had taken him to a carnival, it was after work, he had been so excited for it all week, and I had promised him if he did well on his maths test, we would go,” you shook your head fondly at the memory, “he ended up acing his test, naturally, smart little guy, so we go there, right?”
He nods, seemingly invested in your reminiscing.
“He ended up HATING it,” you giggle, “I had managed to win him a little blue kitty plushie, which seemed to brighten his mood, well, that, and the cotton candy I bought for him, but after we got home, he kept telling me how he disliked all those people and how loud they had been. You two are a lot alike, you know?”
“I see. I never went to carnivals as a child.”
“Aww. I can take you sometime, if you like! You'd win in every game, we could probably open up a shop of our own with how many plushies you'd get,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him, laughing lightly. He was also smiling, a contrast of how you found him here moments before. “I think Nero still has that plushie I got for him,” you smile brightly.
“I did see it on his and Kyrie's bed, when he showed me around,” he added.
Smiling still, you took a sip of your drink, a pleased hum leaving your lips. You continued telling him stories about Nero's childhood, talking until the sun rose. He did end up trying your drink out eventually, after you convinced him that you were more than okay with sharing. He found it ‘adequate’ but you did catch him eyeing it again and laughing, you let him have the rest. You ended up going to bed at seven or so, finally tired and sleepy enough to head to bed.
After your first meeting, you saw Vergil quite often. You had told Nero he could transform your attic from a storage room to his personal gym if he wanted, after you cleaned it up and got rid of a lot of trash, so it was mostly empty now. He took you up on your offer, so he and Vergil were meeting up there often to train together. The more you got to know him the more your feelings grew from seeds to an entire rose bush. You knew someone as regular and plain as you would never stand a chance with him. He was extraordinary, strong, handsome, well read, everything a person would want.
You knew he was still adjusting to expressing his human side more, him having opened up to you about his years in captivity from Mundus being the worst of his life, and how after he was only focused on surviving. So any emotions were cast aside, ignored, bottled up. That saddened you to no end, how someone like him had to go through something as horrible as that. He would often ask you about feelings, and how you dealt with the uglier ones and you would help him. You had also confided in him about things in your life that you never told anyone else.
It had been a full year since you two had met by now, it was a cold evening, autumn just starting to settle in. You were alone at home, Kyrie and Nero having taken the kids on a much needed vacation before school started. You also had taken a few days off from work, which you were enjoying by finally making progress with finishing a good chunk of the books you had bought with the intention of reading, but always too busy to meaningfully do anything about it.
Sitting on your couch, a fluffy blanket on your lap and a warm drink nearby, the plot had started to pick up, finally, after fifty pages or so, when you heard the lock jiggle, and the door open. You saw Vergil entering, his usual battle attire on, yamato in hand, looking exhausted. He seemed surprised to find you there.
You smiled and greeted him warmly, placing a bookmark between the pages, closing the book and setting it aside.
“My apologies. I did not wish to intrude. Nero invited me over.”
“Oh? He didn't tell you he and Kyrie left earlier with the kiddos on vacation?” you tilted your head in confusion, still smiling.
“No… he, uh, told me I should come over after I was done with the demon I was hunting.”
“Huh…” realization hit you. Nero had been dropping hints about you two being ‘so perfect for each other’ and trying to get you two alone any opportunity he got. Dante was the same, albeit more obvious about wanting you two to be together. So this was another one of their schemes.
“I think Nero is trying to set us up, imagine that,” you laughed nervously. God how you wish this would actually go somewhere. At this point you had been yearning for him for a full year, at some point you were bound to go insane.
By now, he had joined you on the couch, a respectable distance away. He seemed to really take in what you had just said. His silence was kind of freaking you out.
“And… would that be so bad?”
That cut your breath short. He… surely not?
“I… you don’t… mean that…” you managed to get out.
“It has been difficult for me to come to terms with a lot of my… emotions. However, what I have been feeling for you has been persistent. It has been difficult for me to come to terms with, but it is the truth.”
You had been staring at him open-mouthed, shock evident on your face. Never in all your years of life, would you ever think that he would reciprocate your feelings.
“B-but I'm… just a human? Why would you,” you cut yourself off, to take in a deep breath, “why would you be remotely interested? In me?”
“Foolishness. You’re… you. You're one of the few people who didn't treat me… like a monster-”
You cut him off, “because you're not. You never were. You were only a child, trying to survive, that doesn't excuse your actions, but, we’re all human, or, in your case, half human, we make mistakes when we’re cornered, and by all accounts you were pretty close to dying when you decided to do what you did.”
He smiled and nodded. “You didn't walk on eggshells around me. To be truthful,” he combed his fingers through his hair, “that was refreshing. I was… worried, I might intimidate you, before we met.”
“Ohh c’mon, I met V and he wasn't intimidating, why would you be?”
“V is only one half of me. You didn't know me as… a whole.”
“Nonsense!”
After a beat of silence, and you two looking into each other's eyes, you decided to speak up.
“Sooo… where does that leave us…?”
You moved closer to him on the couch, diminishing the space he had left between you two.
“Where do you want it to leave us?”
You noticed him glancing down at your lips, then back up to your eyes. You smiled, and leaned in for a kiss.
currently going through a cold so may i request vergil with a stubbornly sick reader who doesn’t like being taken care of because they don’t wanna burden him?
hellaur again!!! im so sorry i took so long, i hope your cold has gone away by now and youre feeling better!!! aaaanyway, idk if this is good, i hope you like it, tho!!! comments r appreciated, also you guys dont hesitate to send in more asks, i prommy i dont bite!
wc: 1665
warnings: my shit writing (the classic), uhhh vergil might be ooc girl idk, descriptions of a cold, grumpy reader, attempt at humor, is soft vergil a warning???
Before you even managed to fall asleep in Vergil's arms you knew that in the morning you'd wake up with a nasty cold. You had felt the signs since early that afternoon, too. And by the gods had you hoped your instinct would be wrong. At least you thought to yourself as slumber took you, Vergil wouldn't be around for the day, so you wouldn't be bothering him with this.
Alas, your instinct was right. You woke up feeling like shit, somehow shivering but also feeling way too overheated to bear having a blanket on you. Your throat was so raw and dry, your nose, one nostril barely open and the other clogged with snot. And to add to this it was so bright.
Crawling slowly out of bed, you took a moment to stabilize yourself. Lord, this was going to be a long day. You went to the bathroom, did your business and then bee-lined straight to the kitchen, to load up on random medicine you kept in the fridge, as well as make a cup of coffee, as warm as possible and then, hmm, maybe back to bed to binge one of those old series you always put on when you were down in the dumps.
What stopped you though, was seeing Vergil cozy in his armchair, reading. Oh fuck it was so over. He quirked a brow in amusement when he saw your state. Somewhere along your route to the kitchen you had decided to switch to one of your well-worn hoodies, and well, your shorts paired with that in this heat looked little ridiculous.
You cleared your throat (ignoring how badly it hurt) and tried to say good morning, but your voice came out scratchy, and clearly sick.
“I know you're ill, head back to bed, my love,” he stated clearly. Wait- what? How did he know!?
“H-how did you know?” yikes your voice sounded rough. You also broke into a coughing fit after your sentence was over.
“You were burning up all night,” he got up from where he was resting and made his way to you, putting the back of his hand on your forehead to check your temperature, “and you still are, it would seem. Head back to bed.”
“Nooo im okay, its just a cold, i dont wanna burden youuuu,” you grumbled into his arms, "what're you doing here anyways?” you muttered, continuing to rub your face into his warm embrace.
“I didn't want you to be alone like this.”
“You didn't have to, I'd have been fine, you know,” pouting still.
This made you feel even worse about the situation. You were such a burden to him. Ugh. your train of thought was interrupted by three sneezes. You cussed loudly after the sneeze fit was over. Vergil seemed very amused by your behaviour, but he was also worried. He knew this was just a cold, but you looked like you had been through the underworld and back, just standing here.
He gave you a kiss on the forehead, ushering you back to your room, following behind. He tucked you in and brought you your laptop, opening it and putting a movie you loved on. Vergil also brought you plenty of tissues and a small trashbag for you to throw them inside, not to cause a mess everywhere. After he did all that, he disappeared somewhere in the house and left you to your own devices, for a little while at least.
As you were starting to fall asleep, you heard him re-enter the bedroom, and you saw he was carrying a tray. He motioned for you to get up, and you did, and he set the tray on your lap. Breakfast in bed??
“Eat first, then you may take the medicine.”
“So bossy, mister blue devil,” you coughed hard again. Shiiiit you felt like you were gonna die. Maybe you should roll down to the floor, and sleep on the cool tiles with the blanket on top of you. It had worked pretty well in the past, although you had woken up with your neck in immense pain, so maybe not. Vergil would probably skin you alive if you pulled that stunt under his watch. You giggled.
“What’s so amusing?” he asked, perplexed.
“I just thought about sleeping on the floor because it's cool, and how you would probably freak out if I did that,” smiling smugly again, taking a sip of the tea he had brought you, instead of coffee. Man, this was so lame of you. But someone taking care of you for once instead of you just ignoring the cold until it went away, felt kinda nice, you cant even lie…
“You seriously don't have to do all this,” you said softly, whilst stuffing your face with the breakfast he had brought you. It was your favorite too, damn him, he knew just what to do to get you all soft. “But thank you, and I'm sorry you had to waste your day doing this instead of, y’know, killing devils.”
He scoffed. “There is nothing to be sorry for. My place is by your side. Now take your medicine, and try to get some rest,” he reassured you. Made you want to cry honestly.
How this man had gone from someone so jaded, so disconnected from his human side, to someone who was treating you so kindly and softly while you were sick was beyond you. You knew he had it in him all along, you were just surprised he was showing you this soft side so openly. I mean you shouldn't really be, considering you two were together, but still!!
The rest of the morning was a blur to you, honestly, you had been drifting in and out of consciousness. You do know that Vergil was there with you, but past that you didn't know what day, month nor year it was. He let you cuddle up to him, which was nice for a little bit, but then the heat was insufferable so you all but rolled to the other side of the bed.
Somewhere along one of those sleeps(?) you had also lost your shirt, and were down to whatever you had on beneath the hoodie.
Vergil woke you up at lunch time, this time choosing to feed you the soup he had made himself instead of letting you do it, you must've looked even worse than you thought.
After he fed you and checked your temperature again, seemingly pleased with himself, he settled back next to you in bed. You crawled in between his legs and buried your face in his lap.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“You being here is more than enough, I'm cured, babygirl,” you tried to make th epetname sound like a purr, but your voice was so messed up from the cold, it just sounded funny.
“Oh, so you have jokes now, is that it?”
“Mhm, what, you think I’m not funny!?” you said in mock offense, reaching for a clean tissue from his bedside table to blow your nose. “Veeeergil?”
He hummed in acknowledgement. “Would you love me if I was a worm? In my dream you were so mean to me when an evil witch turned me into a worm,” you said, pouting up at him and blinking slowly, expression something akin to a wet cat. He swears he tried not to laugh, but he couldn't hold back the laugh that did escape him, which made you look even more like a wet kitten.
“This is foolishness-”
You cut him off, pointing an accusatory finger right in his face, “you said that in my dream too!”
“Let me finish,”
“Ha, I could make a sex joke,” you giggled, wiggling your brows up at him.
He took a deep breath in, rubbing his temple, tired of your shit already, but glad you were seemingly feeling better. “I would obviously defeat the witch who dared do that to you, and turn you back to you. Does that answer suffice, my love?”
“Okayy, I hear you, I hear you,” nodding, “‘m tired now, can you read to me until i fall asleep please?”
“As you wish.”
He didn't have to read to you for a long time, sleep claiming you after ten minutes or so since he had started reading. He would have to move you eventually, however, so he could go make you some afternoon tea and bring you more medicine. He had been lucky you kept things like cough syrup and cold medicine in stock, because he's sure he would've been so lost if he had to go buy those kinds of things by himself.
The afternoon came and went, Vergil having woken you up sometime around five, and you being too drowsy to be fully awake, just let him do whatever he wanted to do with you. That also has good sex-joke potential, maybe when you're less of a mess, though.
It was dinner time now, you were fully awake since seven, having insisted on following Vergil around the kitchen as he prepared your meal, to ‘spend some energy’ so you'd be able to actually sleep at night. He begrudgingly let you.
His cooking skills were so immaculate you nearly moaned when you tasted the first bite of your meal, your throat feeling less scratchy now, but still sore. Your nose was clogged still, and your eyes were still sensitive to bright lights. You were feeling less miserable overall, thanks to Vergil, of course.
You had been hesitant in kissing him all day long, not wanting to spread even more of your nasty germs to him, he was at risk of getting sick, he was half human, after all. But Vergil was adamant in laying it on you, so you obliged him when he kissed you goodnight. Going to bed snuggled up next to him was the best feeling. You fell asleep feeling all warm and fuzzy, shitty cold all forgotten by now.
