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The white haired teen leaned back in his desk chair trying to get some homework done. But it wasn’t going as good as he had hoped. He was pretty smart and one of the brightest in his class but even he had some faults. He couldn’t focus and he was starting to get annoyed. Not that it really mattered. His mom wasn’t home to help, and Dad was probably working in his home office. He was sure the only reason the man stayed home to work today was to make sure he didn’t leave the house and embarrass him again.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath before pushing his desk causing it to smack into the wall. He winced praying Vergil hadn’t heard that. Moving to glance under his bed he scowled a bit seeing his entire stash of alcohol was gone. Well, Vergil was working and wouldn’t notice a bottle of wine gone right? Or he could just use a few sips. Nothing to get him plastered. Just a bit to loosen up.

His mind made up he went to the kitchen knowing they had a wine cellar. Or at least they’d have a bottle in the pantry. Jack pot. He didn’t really care to read it. All he wanted was to taste it knowing he favored red wine. Fixing himself a glass the scent flooded his sense of smell and he hummed in delight. Downing it immediately he wasn’t surprised at the burn and tickle in his throat. It tasted so good. Soon one glass became three. And three became half the damn bottle. His forehead hit a quartz counter softly as his mind got muddled and fuzzy and he groaned.

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⊱♥⊰

Send me a ⊱♥⊰ for my Muse’s reaction to yours hugging them without warning! || Accepting

He sat there silent, eyes running over the same sentence of his book again and again. He was forcing himself to focus given the earlier fight he and Vergil had earlier. A few new bruises already forming. He was in a bit of pain but he already took some painkillers knowing they’d work soon enough. Writing down notes in his notebook he pointedly ignored his dad who had come in to check on him feeling miserable enough. He paused feeling strong arms wrap around his form.

A hug? His dull eyes brightened a bit knowing what it meant. A silent apology. His dad loved him. He knew that. But sometimes he was so harsh. Shifting in his seat a bit he returned the embrace to let the man know he wasn’t angry. Nero never really stayed mad after these fights. He loved his dad too much.

#[ v; never let me go ]#daemoniumpater

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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

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How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

#nero wanted to cry at the sex and kissing ones hes just nope #daemoniumpater

"its way past your bedtime"

Send me, "its way past your bedtime" for your muse to walk in at 3:37 in the morning to find my muse isn't asleep. || Accepting

Nero perked up hearing the door slam shut after his father had come home. He had just been starting to doze off despite his best efforts to stay awake. He had decided to stay up and wait for him since the man had been nowhere in the house and that wasn’t like him. The paranoia really didn’t set in until it was 1 in the morning. His nerves went into overdrive as he started to panic nearly having an attack.

He couldn’t sleep until he knew Vergil was alive and well. He had to see it as a simple text or call wouldn’t suffice. So he sat there for five hours waiting azure eyes glued to the door praying. It took everything he had not to go out there and search, but he knew Vergil enough that if the man was coming back home he would.

As soon as the door shut and he heard his dad’s voice, he woke up immediately and stared at him. That’s what you say when he’s been having a panic attack worrying over you? Though the wave of relief still had a tinge of terror as he thought about what could have happened. But he didn’t get angry like he thought he would have. “It’s past yours too.” He retorted back softly unable to feel pissed, or happy that the man was back. But damn he was still scared.

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'Snuggle Reverse'

send 'snuggle reversed' for my muse's reaction to finding him/herself snuggling against your muse's chest || Accepting

This was nothing new in the Sparda household. Nero had stayed up late and barely got any sleep. Vergil was reading as usual and Nero was watching television but hadn’t given it much attention. In fact he was too tired to keep his eyes open. He moved back slowly trying to find a pillow until his head was on Vergil’s thigh. Close enough. Wait no. It wasn’t comfy enough. Huffing softly he moved even further back until his head was on Vergil’s chest.

Well he hadn’t expected to move that far up. He sat still staring at the television for a bit able to feel his father’s stare on him. He glanced up at him silently stare meeting Vergil’s look just seeming to scream ‘Really? You’re doing this now?’ Even so... he snuggled into his chest showing the man he wasn’t going anywhere until he was kicked off.

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daemoniumpater replied to your post:*gives nero a handful of catnip* oh you're gonna...

Don’t eat or sniff it directly Nero. 8l

“Dad... It smells good.”

#daemoniumpater #i wannaeat it

Nero was a smug little shit. After Vergil agreed to cuddle with his kitty son, Nero had been purring up a storm. He kept rubbing up against furniture, although he’d try to do it discreetly. But nothing fooled his dad. He purred clinging onto his dad honestly just using his ‘condition’ to gain some attention. Rubbing against his dad’s back his arms wrapped around the man’s waist, he tried to peek around to see what the man was doing. “Whatcha doing, Dad?”

#daemoniumpater #if you thought regular nero was annoying #meet kitty nero #m!a: catboy

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Or Send “&” for a LOVING text. I meant, want to see some NLMG verse.

[ Text; Dickbag ] dad dad dad! guess what!! I auditioned for the band at school and I managed to get in!

A few minutes later...

[ Text; Dickbag ] sorry forgot you were working I’ll tell you about it tonight!

Well it was a nice thought but his dad had already said he didn’t care for Nero’s career interests. But he wouldn’t let that stop his excitement.

It had been a few days since he talked to his dad since their last heated argument. It was a weekend day and his dad had to go into work. Pulling on his jacket he rubbed at his eyes glancing at his phone. He sighed softly and grabbed it staring at the name on the screen for a few minutes.

[ Text; Dickbag ] I’m not mad just so you know.

Five minutes later:

[ Text; Dickbag ] Love you dad

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