If youre taking requests, can i get dante, vergil and nero on if reader got rly hurt badly and they suddenly confess on accident cuz they were scared they werent going to have the chance?
Dying Love
𝔄/𝔑: God its been so long since I posted, here's this ig, you can also just tell that Dante is my favourite bro
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Dante x Gn!reader, Vergil x Gn!reader, Nero x Gn!reader
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Mentions of blood, my ahhh writing
Dante:
✮Dante’s seen a lot of bloodshed in his life, but never had he felt this amount of panic before. He doesn't really understand why, he's lost people close to him many times so why now did he feel so... helpless? Like the one good thing in his life, the one constant, the one person he knew would stay was being be ripped away from him?
That's when it hits him, he doesn't just like you, he loves you. You had seen him at his worst and he had seen you on the verge of breaking. You knew him past his performance, past his jokes and past the barriers he put up so no one would try to break him.
✮That's when he spills, like a waterfall finally being able to fall, he cries. For once in his life he speaks about what he feels. He holds your bloody body and spills every thought he's had in the back of his mind since he started trusting you. And all you could do was listen, listen as a man who never trusted anyone, let himself speak as if he had finally found the words he had been longing to say since the first time he ever trusted you. And all you could do was listen, no bone in your body could move, no bone in your body could console him and wipe his tears as much as you wanted to. it was if you were screaming und no one could hear you.
✮When he's finally told that you'll be ok, he’s nervous. He had just said every thing he had been holding back and he didn't even know if you felt the same. Please hold him and tell him the feeling is mutual, he's dying to know
Vergil:
✮Vergil doesn't want to admit that he holds you close, that he always looks out for you... That he loves you, it’s illogical, loving you doesn't bring him power it doesn't make him stronger, in fact it did the opposite. He thought himself unworthy of your love, of the one thing he craved more than power.
✮So when Vergil saw you, covered in blood, struggling for air he knew that something had to change. You were something he cherished, as much as he hated to admit it you truly were woven into his heart. He was unsure about what todo, was there any saving you? If you were going to die now, die knowing what weighed on his heart. He held you body, not caring about the blood soaking his hands and spoke. His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he couldn't believe the wards he was saying. He didn't know if you hated him or if the feeling was mutual considering the ant you couldn't speak.
✮Lord have mercy on him when you wake up und ask him about what he had said to you...
Nero:
✮Nero couldn't understand what was infont of him, you always made him laugh, like you knew when the world was heavy on him. Everything felt lighter with you, so seeing you bloody and laid out on the ground felt like something straight from a hell crafted for him. This wouldn't happen to you... You wouldn’t leave him would you?
✮That's when tears fall down his cheeks, he could care less about who was watching when you were infront of him struggling to breath and keep your eyes open. That's when the would decided to finally tell him what that worm feeling was whenever he was around you... Love, it was love. And now that he knew what this feeling was he thought you had a right to know as well. Nero had never been particularly good with words but now that death was looming over your head he spoke, he spoke whatever came into his mind, because you had the right to know, he needed you to know, if he didn’t tell you he was just going to regret this forever.
✮After the most dreadful several hours of his life he finally gets the news that you’ll be ok, he’s a little hesitant to see you know that he just gave you a full on Shakespeare poem about hoe he loved you but when you tell him you feel the same you’ll catch the first genuine smile on his face since the incident.
hihihihiiii!!! could you do a vergil x half angel reader? preferably lots of like sad fluff?? if not vergil x reader is just fine thank youuuu!!!!🪷
What an Angel...
𝔄/𝔑: I had fun writing this one and this is the first Vergil fic on this account!
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Vergil x Angel!Gn!reader
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Probably an ooc vergil but whateva
✮Vergil thought about the existence of angels for a while, if demons existed, then angels must exist as well, right?
✮He honestly craves to know more about you but keeps himself away from you, he feels like he’s tainting you. He’s a demon, a subhuman at best, and you’re an angel, something divine and perfect. How was he meant to stand next to you knowing this information?
✮As much as Vergil tries to stay away from you, he seems to be always observing you. How did you, an angel, walk this earth? How could you even look at Vergil? Are all angel as beautiful as you? So many things he wanted to know yet how could he bring himself to ask?
✮Vergil isn’t the best with words, he never was and never will be, but when you finally start hanging around him for a reason he doesn’t know he finds himself speaking in ways he didn’t know he could. Speaking with you seemed so easy, even though you yourself were something holy and divine you never looked down on him for being below you. He found himself near you most of the time, even he didn’t know how he gets next to you sometimes.
✮Vergil feels this need to protect you, you don’t know how evil this world is, you don’t know how evil hell is. That is something he wants to keep the same, to save you from the malice and misery that comes with being around him. It truly was odd, he himself had shed so many blood, killed many, and done things no one should have ever done in a pursuit of power; but when he’s near you, he feels normal, like someone who belongs.
✮If you have wings he’s very curious about them, as much as he acts that he isn’t he likes to observe them, how they twitch, how they flutter and how soft they look… that that he will ever purposefully touch them. If you two are together, he comes around to being more comfortable around them, he still feels as if he is somehow tainting them and this is a privilege someone like him shouldn’t have.
✮He enjoys admiring you whenever he can, even though he denies it whenever you catch him he takes in what he can about you. He has something in him telling him he shouldn’t, but he can’t, if you leave him one day at least let him carve you memory into his mind so he can remember the angel he was once next to
✮He tries to find out what he can about angels, from reading passages and books describing them to subtly asking you questions. He needs to know the difference between you and him, is the gap between the two of you truly as big as others seem to make it be?
✮Vergil will cherish you as if you were an angel sent solely for him, you might never know the pain of being a devil, but he never puts it against you, how could he? You were the one thing he was certain he wanted to keep, the one thing he selfishly wanted for himself, and now that he knew that you too wanted him he couldn’t feel more content.
✮Vergil is your most devout follower and admirer, the day that he is not is a day that will never come. He is entirely enamoured by you and will never not be.
V is as unique as they get being that the others find him a bit weird and mysterious. He’ll spit out haikus randomly. Like once you both went to an archery range and before starting he goes, “The eye sees target. Breathe, let the mind feel the shot. Arrow flies to spot”
Your foreign accent is very attractive to V. He gazes at your lips often as you speak (which is a rarity he cherishes) and gives you kisses when you’re done.
Partakes in all of your hobbies with you happily since they are peaceful. Many of your dates together will be relaxing and calming, be it walking around and taking in the landscape or painting.
V was walking around when he was drawn to a lovely street performer, playing a melancholic song. The lyrics spoke to him and he stopped by to listen. You were nearby, and were intrigued by this performer’s song as well. When the song ended, you both went to tip the musician. Your eyes met briefly, and he smiled. “Beautiful song, who is it by?” He asked, looking towards the musician. You blurted out the answer before the singer could, thanks to your wide expertise. V nodded appreciatively, and walked with you as you both turned away from the musician, engaging you in conversation about music. You found it easy to talk to him since the topic was of your interest but soon the conversation flowed to personal topics and you became fast friends with the man. After a few months of hanging out as friends, neither of you could deny your budding feelings for each other and soon began dating.
V would appreciate your art, he is introspective and a poet. You would be inspired by his poetry and he would be inspired by your art.
"Your art captures the essence of the shadows, Y/N," V sometimes remarked while you were deep in thought sketching, his eyes fixed on your drawing. You were caught off guard by the unexpected compliment, blushed but managed a shy grin. "Th-thank you, V. I, uh, try my best." Leaning against the bookshelf with an air of nonchalant elegance, V responded with a dry chuckle. "Well, your 'best' is quite the masterpiece, a symphony of shadows and silence. Almost as poetic as my familiars." More at ease now, you laughed softly. "I'll take that as a compliment, considering your familiars are the embodiment of your aesthetic."
You and V are both quiet. You both would spend hours listening to music together, while you draw and he sits by you with his head buried in a book, lifting his head once in a while to make a witty remark on the music choice, gently enjoying each other’s companionship.
V is a tall boy although not a strong boy. When he would misplace his walking stick, he would use your head as a handrest for balance since its the perfect height.
V gives off a mystical vibe, he would definitely burn some sage and light some candles with you while wearing his little hippie sandals.
V would advise you to not bottle up your emotions too much and try to deal with them as they come and go. He is an introspective man with the wisdom of the poets. He knows to appreciate the beauty of emotions as a part of his humanity.
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At first, V would not be that amazing at painting, but he is talented for sure. As you both paint, he keeps getting better. He’d totally paint you naked and hang it in your shared bedroom as a memento.
You can always tell V is horny by how heavy his breathing gets, you can watch his chest rise and fall rapidly. His pants also visibly grow tighter as he trembles to stand, that man is after a part of Vergil waiting to go feral.
He puts your pleasure first before his, and loves eating you out. He eats you like he’s never had a meal before, he loves licking your clit and sucking on your folds with his thick lips.
V loves restraining you using his walking stick, he pulls you closer unexpectedly using it. And sometimes teases your entrance with it by positioning it between your legs when you’re standing next to him.
V likes it when you trace his tattoos after sex, the beads of sweat along with the thick lines of the patterns on his body. It soothes him, as he would subtly place your hand on his flaccid cock leading to a handjob.
V cums a lot, he always pulls out and likes to cum on your chest. He doesn’t want to risk having children, especially with his weak state. He enjoys watching strings of semen land on your breasts and stomach.
Sometimes V would make Griffon scout an area before getting down on his knee to ask you to have sex with him in public. It probably be a park behind a tree where you ride him and he humps you from beneath, to not put stress on his legs.
V loves to suck on your breasts and kiss you during sex. It brings him a sense of intimacy and he gets to be close to you aside from his cock penetrating.
He can feel very weak and tired after ejaculating. The strenuous activity itself leaves him feeling like he’s fading, so he relies on you to cuddle him and get him up and about again.
V loves it when you moan his name out loud and in pleasure, it makes him feel remembered knowing he is going to be gone soon and become one with his other half. But even then he reassures you that as Vergil he will never forget you and your memories and will come back.
The chase came to a feeble end. Demons had managed to snag the youngling's leg, causing him to trip and collapse onto the ground covered in soot. Blood spilled from Vergil's split lips, his vision quick to be veiled in layers of scarlet. The boy managed to weakly turn his gaze to catch a glimpse of his assailants once more — his eyes barely had a chance to widen before a river of bitter iron fell onto his tongue.
Whatever air that was trapped in his lungs escaped through his hanging mouth, pain quickly filling the gaping cavern that the air had left behind. It felt as though Vergil was trapped in an eternity; time slowed to an agonizing crawl as memories began to shroud his mind. Fragments of his life, flashing before his eyes… how poetic.
The boy couldn't help but be entranced by the surge of remembrance, though he did not know how it blinded him. He was trapped in his thoughts as in reality, the eldest son’s eyelids grew heavy. It was so tempting, so easy to give in. Exhaustion prickled at whatever remained of his fading consciousness; since when was the world so cold?
Slowly, Vergil's eyes began to close. A small nap wouldn't hurt, would it? Reality drifted from his vision, his body going limp.
All till he heard a blood curdling scream.
The memories faded in a blink, his eyes flying open and Vergil's pale gaze growing dark. Another scream echoed through the smoldering skies, and he could hear that desperate, crying plea.
Reader (a dhampir) brings Dante and his brother back from the Demon World (Hell).
“You still owe me a date, remember?”
Eyes ran across the weathered pages in front of you, skimming through the tome’s contents that you’ve memorized by heart. No matter how much information you’ve ingrained into your brain, you kept re-reading the material, highlighting passages and jotting down notes in the margins. You had to; this was the only way you could get him back.
~ Flashback ~
The world was ending. Or it at least seemed that way. The ground before you shook as the Qliphoth tree died, its twisted branches breaking and falling to the destroyed city landscape below. “What? What’s happening now?” Lady questioned, trying to balance herself. “Oh God, I thought it was over!” you heard Triss say. “This isn’t good. We’re gonna get dragged into this!” Nico yelled as she turned to rush back to her van. “Wait, what’s going on?” You were just about to follow when Dante landed in front of guys in mist of red, having transformed out of his devilish form.
“Dante, what’s happening? Did you defeat Urizen?” you asked as you rushed up to the half-devil. Dante looked pissed, you could feel it radiating off his red clad figure. He brushed past, brows furrowed as he growled out, “My dumbass brother’s back, and I’m gonna rip him a new one.” He stomped past you towards Nico’s van, Triss, Lady, and you hurrying after him. “Brother?!” You were surprised; Dante had given you his heart and soul despite the fact though you had only known Dante for a quite limited amount of time. Why would he omit the fact he had a sibling, when he already told you everything else?
“Vergil’s- How?!” Triss questioned. So she knew about him, even Lady seemed to recognize the name. Before you could and the others could pester Dante for details, Nico called his name out from her van. She tossed him a heavy duty looking weapon, which he effortlessly caught. “Made it for Lady and she paid for it, so consider it a rental,” the weapons maker said. “Hey- You can’t just -” Lady tried to protest but Dante interrupted her. “Okay, okay, we’ll take care of that later. Right now, you four get the hell out of here. I’m gonna go take care of old douchebag,” he said, tossing the weapon in his hand before turning around and hefting it over his shoulder, walking away from the van.
Lady and Triss got into the van without fighting back, but you wouldn’t go so easily. “Dante!” you called after you lover, rushing over to his retreating figure. Dante looked back over his shoulder, frowning as he turned to face you. “What is it, babe? I’m kind of in a hurry,” he said as gently as possible. You don’t know why, but you had a terrible feeling in your gut. You were unsure if it was just because of all the new information you had to consume so quickly or something else. But you knew you didn’t want Dante to go.
“Dante I...” you tried to explain, but the look in his blue eyes told you nothing would stop him from facing his brother. “ Just ... Just promise me you’ll come back,” you sighed. Dante’s expression relaxed, a gloved hand coming to gently cup your cheek. “Hey, don’t worry about me. It will take a lot more than my bastard brother to end me,” he joked. You scoffed, placing a kiss to the palm of his hand, lips meeting the rough leather.
“Besides ...” Dante leaned in, stubbled lips meeting your forehead. “I still owe you a date, anyways.” He quickly separated from you, taking a few steps backwards. “Now, get going, babe,” he ordered. “(y/n)!” you heard Triss yell for you. Taking one last look at Dante, you groaned and hurried to the van.
The door slammed behind you and Nico took off, the force sending you onto the booth in the back of van. “Don’t worry, (y/n). Dante’s got this,” Nico reassured you from behind the wheel. You remained silent as the van drove away from the crumbling ground you once stood on.
~ End of Flashback ~
You gripped the withering tome tightly, almost breaking it in your grasp. That was the last you saw of Dante, and about several months later, he still hadn’t return. When Nero returned, having lept out of the racing van to confront his father, who happened to also be Dante’s brother, he told you about how the two brothers delved into Hell in order to cut the roots of the Qliphoth tree. But doing so also cut them off from leaving the Underworld, trapped there along with the unending amount of demons. It was a cruel irony; to prevent the demons from leaving Hell, they themselves were unable to return.
Since you found out the red-clad Devil Hunter was stuck in Hell, you desperately researched a way to safely bring him back. It was immensely difficult; there was very little information to go by, most of which took time to decipher from its archaic writing. Coupled with the fact that rescuing Dante could also let some demons through, the task was nearly impossible.
Luckily, you were able to use some connections from your time working with your adoptive family’s paranormal task force to the resources you needed. Hence, the heavily marked tome in front of you. You placed said tome on a stand, next to the numerous items you needed to make a stable portal. Using a Wiccan mixture as paint, you started to draw out the proper glyphs and symbols on the floor, creating a circle of them that was at least 6ft in diameter. Next, you lit red waxed candles at five points, of which were connected by a lines, creating a pentagram on the wooden floor. Of course, you had put in some fail safes in place, in which very specific word choice would bring only Dante back. Alongside its border, you started chanting the Latin inscription from the tome.
Said chant roughly translated to: “I call darkness onto me from deepest depths of Earth and sea, to break the Veil between. Make a tear in the Light, to summon the one who makes my heart ignite. Bring him forth from the Nether, so we might be together.”
The air filled with static, your hair on the back of your neck standing on end. An unexplainable wind caused the candles to flicker and the pages of the tome in front of you to rapidly turn over. Now came for the conduit; you took a very sharp knife and ran it across the palm of your hand. Your blood dropped onto the pentagram below. The blood, coupled with the slight demonic power from your vampiric affliction, caused the chalk drawings of the circle to glow red.
The spell was now complete as magic filled the air, the ground lightly rumbling as a hole appeared within the circle, a rip between the realms suspended in the air. A black nothingness was seen through the rip, indescribable and inhumane sounds coming from within. You grabbed a pistol from nearby, loading it with heavy rounds of silver bullets in case something you didn’t want to came through the portal.
Luckily, it didn’t come to that; two men stepped through the portal, looking a little worse for wear. As soon as they stepped foot into the dimly lit room, the portal abruptly closed, the candles placed around the circle going out. Despite the dingy cellar lights, you could make out Dante’s luminescent blue eyes standing out among his dirty and worn appearance.
Throwing caution to the wind, you sheath your gun and lunged at the young devil hunter. You nearly sent him falling over, but Dante was able to regain his balance quickly, subconsciously wrapping you in his arms. “What- (y/n)?!” he exclaimed. He was unable to utter another word as your lips covered his in a rushed, passionate kiss. Dante groaned and he gave into the kiss, filthy gloved hands came to cup your face as he brought himself closer. But you didn’t care. All that mattered was the man standing in front of you.
Separating from you, Dante sighed in relief,“God, it's so great to see your pretty face again, doll,” as he leaned his forehead against yours.
“I missed you so much, Dante. Don’t you ever do something like that again,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ve had my fill of Hell enough to last me two life times.”
The cherishing moment ended abruptly by someone clearing their throat. The two of you separated, though not enough for you to no longer to be in each other’s arms. The interruption came from a man who looked very much like Dante, though he was dressed in a blue color scheme and held a more serious, commanding demeanor.
You had almost forgotten that Vergil had delved into Hell with his brother. How he came back with your lover, you did not know, but it wasn’t much of a big deal. Or at least it didn’t seem like so at the moment. Vergil stepped out of the painted circle, lifting a hand to swipe up the white strands off his forehead and back into their proper place.
“Isn’t this heartwarming,” he said, cold blue eyes staring straight through your damned soul. “I see you’ve given into the heart’s temptations, Dante. How weak.” The other Sparda twin took a step out of the circle, but was stopped by Dante pointing the tip of Rebellion at his throat.
“Not another step, Vergil,” Dante growled.
“Don’t worry, brother. I’ve had enough fighting for now,” Vergil groaned. To prove his point he grabbed at his side and hissed in pain. He turned his steel blue eyes towards you. “So, you’re the woman my brother wouldn’t shut up about in Hell?”
“I guess so.” You were on edge; you still remembered not so long ago this man was once Urizen, the demonic half of Vergil brought forth when the older Sparta twin cut out his human side in order to achieve more power. Or as he thought. In the end, Dante still defeated him and V sacrificed himself to merge the two halves back together.
The blue-clad half-devil meet your (e/c) eyes, seemingly peering into your very being. You refused to cower under the powerful gaze, returning the tense stare with vigor. You had no idea how long you two were locked into the battle of wills, but eventually Vergil was the first to turn away.
“I approve of this one.”
“I wasn’t looking for you approval,” Dante snapped back. Vergil ignored him, walking past the two of you, the coast tails of his blue coat brushing against your legs. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was thinking its about time I properly introduce myself to my son. And I suspect I need to apologize for severing his arm,” Vergil explained, refusing to look back at you too.
“You think?” you mumbled under your breath. Dante smiled, stifling his chuckle. But Vergil heard you, looking over his shoulder at you.
“This might be hard to believe, but I do regret what I’ve done. The Underworld has taught me the error of my ways,” he told us. “Now I’ll try to amend for them.”
Dante left your side, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I guess you’ll need my help with that. Even though you’re an asshole, your still my brother after all,” he sighed. Vergil seemed to replicate Dante’s feelings, placing a rough hand over his twin’s and nodding his head. “But get it twisted, I still hate you,” Dante admitted.
A smirk returned to Vergil’s lips and he shrugged off his brother’s hand. “I’m heading back to the hole you call a shop,” he told you guys as he started to make his way out of the darkened basement you had decided to perform the ritual in. “It was nice meeting you, (y/n),” he told you, unexpectedly.
“Um, yeah, you, too,” you managed to say. You listened to Vergil’s steps as his boots traveled up the stairs to the ground floor and eventually out the riggity front door. As soon as the half-devil was gone, Dante spun you around to face him. “Dante!” you gasped at the sudden action. The red-clad man smirked as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you close to him. He lowered his head to pepper wet kisses across your jaw and neck.
“Shit, baby, you have no idea how happy I am to see you,” he mumbled against your skin. You giggled as his stumble tickled you, pulling his lips away before he could leave a mark.
“Calm down you horndog. You still owe me a date, remember?” you warned.
“How could I forget? It was ll I could think about for however long I’ve been in Hell,” he replied, a put on his lips from the loss of contact.
“Oh, really? Then I suspected you have it perfectly planned out,” you teased.
“Of course. We’ll order in a hot pepperoni pizza, have a few glasses of Jack Daniels ... maybe we’ll even have dessert,” he winked.
You gave his chest a light slap and rolled your eyes. “Pizza and whiskey sounds good. But I haven’t made my mind up about dessert yet.”
“Whatever, you say babe. I’m just happy my girlfriend’s one smart cookie who’s able to summon me back from Hell,” he grinned, pecking you on the corner of the lips.
“Lucky you,” you quipped bringing the devil hunter in for a proper kiss.
'Please, as if you'd be like us? A foolish human being alongside a demon? Now, it's time to put you in your place filth. Tie her up boys.'
You awoke from yet another nightmare, tears filling your eyes all you can think of is V, he helped you after these occurred, but Vergil was here now, you didn't know him, unless it was a light Hi to one another, he was content with your presence, but you knew V was a part of him. Once you had enough, you escape your room and hesitantly knock on Vergil's door.
"You may enter, unless you are Dante." He says from the other side.
"It's me....(Y/N)." You say, opening the door.
"Yes?" He asks, slightly confused of your entering.
"I...Never got to ask, do you remember anything V was? Or have any memory of what he did?" You ask, voice becoming lower.
"Sadly I do not, I wish I knew since you seem in a bad state now. Is there something you wish to tell me he did?" Vergil asks raising an eyebrow.
"He-- Would help, after the nightmares, but I'm not asking you, we don't know each other as much but it was worth a shot I mean--." Cutting you off Vergil steps up to you, wiping a few tears away.
"It breaks my heart seeing a woman cry, I know V is in pain seeing you as such, I do feel those feelings he did, but I'm not sure what you two had."
Opening your mouth to speak, no words came out. You walk up to Vergil, who takes a small step back.
"I just need a hug, I won't be long." Your voice cracking.
Nodding he steps a bit forward letting your head rest along the crook of his neck, though he was stiff, he didn't get much touch that involved such care. But he did it for V, he did it for you, silent tears escape as you feel Vergil relax, grabbing the back of your head and holding you close.
"I- don't know if this is the time, but O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was.."
Lifting your face from his chest you look up at him, hearing one of Shakespeare's lines recite off his tongue. Listening in depth, you soon begin to realize what the poem meant.
Shaking you begin speaking again. "You-"
"Remember? At this moment? Possibly." He says, smirking.
"Please tell me you're telling the truth." You smile.
Nodding, he kisses your forehead, whipping the new tears that seemed to fall on their own. Guiding you to the bed he lays down where you silently hold onto him as if you were going to die without him.
"It is okay my angel, you are here and safe." He speaks into your ear, playing with your hair as you both fall asleep.
No, this wasn't the V you had knew, but you were happy he returned to his original form, and happy to meet Vergil, who would change your life forever.
- One Piece
- Devil May Cry
- BBC Sherlock (does anyone even care about this Fandom anymore? It still is one of my guilty pleasures I guess)
- Gravity Falls (not the Child Characters)
- Rick and Morty ( not the Child Characters)
- Undertale (still no Child Characters)
- Final Fantasy 15
- Fire Emblem Three Houses
- The Boondock Saints
- The Arcana
- Obey me!
(All of this Fandoms include the female characters as well so don´t be shy to ask)
Specific Characters I can and will write for:
- Guzma (Pokemon Sun/Moon)
- Leon (Pokemon Sword/Shield)
- Sonia (Pokemon Sword/Shield)
- Raihan (Pokemon Sword/Shield)
- John Wick
- Arthus Fleck/Joker (Joker 2019)
- Junkrat (Overwatch)
- Sombra (Overwatch)
- Reaper (Overwatch)
- Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)
- Kylo Ren
- Obi Wan
- Rey
Rules:
Regarding Pronouns:
- I will write the used Pronouns at the beginning of each Story (I will also write a Trigger Warning at the beginning if there is something that could be a potential Trigger)
- I will probably use female pronouns most of the time
- if you ask for a fanfiction or whatever please let me know which Pronouns you want me to use
Also I will gladly write Female x Female so go ahead.
Yes, I will absolutely write Smut if you want it
And last but not least: English isn´t my first language so please try to be nice
P.S.: List will be updated when I find new Fandoms I can write for
aaah! happy to see ur still writing K4! hopefully im first ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭
seeing that ur inbox is open can I request cuddling headcanons with Dante, Nero and Vergil?
its ok if u cant and hope you have a nice day!!!
Warm me up!
𝔄/𝔑: First post on this account! You can tell I didnt know what to write for Nero but wtv, I also didnt write for Vergil because I do not know how to write for him, sorry! (｡•́︿•̀｡)
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Dante x Gn!reader, Nero x Gn!reader
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: may be ooc,
Dante:
✮As flamboyant and flashy as Dante is I think he isn’t the biggest fan of PDA so if you want cuddle or hug him its better if you were to do it behind closed doors, not saying he won’t hold your hand outside.
✮Definitely a small spoon, will become the big spoon if he or you feels like it though. He loves being so close to you that there’s no space between the two of you, if you two are gonna cuddle you two are gonna do it the ‘right’ way (he’s just going to cling to you like a lifeline and complain and whine if you try to get up)
✮He also enjoys having you pressed against his chest or just having his arms around you, having you so close to him makes him want to believe that you’re staying. He’s never had someone he could lean on before, he’s sure this is what it feels like to have that person though.
✮He wouldn’t directly tell you he wanted to cuddle; he would most likely just pull you in saying some cheesy one liner. If you were to ask him wouldn’t respond with words, he’d just jump into your arms.
✮Totally the guy that hogs the entire blanket on purpose just so you get close to him, he was never too good with words, so this is the most direct thing you’ll get from him… for now.
✮Definitely seeks out your touch and warmth after rough days, it truly is pathetic how much he melts into your touch; but he never felt safer. It was odd, usually he was the one saving and protecting people, but when he was with you it was like he was the one who felt safe… he hasn’t felt like this in a while, so don’t leave, please?
Nero:
✮Nero is somewhat like Dante in the sense that he would rather cuddle you behind closed doors but doesn’t mind some light PDA.
✮Likes being the big spoon more than the small spoon, there’s no real reason other than the fact that he just wants to hold you. Nero wouldn’t mind being the small spoon either, whatever you want is what he wants.
✮Also like Dante, Nero wouldn’t ask you to cuddle he would just look at you hoping you get the message or just pull you in himself. If you ask him though, he’s rarely said no.
✮I like to think that Nero enjoys your weight on top of him which is why he mainly prefers to be the big spoon.
✮When he’s been gone for a long time or you two haven’t seen each other in a while he likes to just cuddle with you while you two talk about what you’ve both been up two, it’s the one peaceful outcome he likes to cherish in his moments of tranquility
✮He also loves laying down on your chest and feeling/listening to your heartbeat, he never admits that he’s doing it.
