#dmc v x reader

[searchingsomewhere]

Hi hi💖💖 this would not leave my mind all day I had to put it out here in the world😩💖💖💖

🌑-nero

The DMC Men using your nickname...😌💖

Dante: Calls you "doll."

"Just like that, doll. Fuck, you look so pretty on my cock."

Vergil: Calls you "sweetheart".

"It's been a while. Think you can still take it all, sweetheart?"

Nero: Calls you "babe"/"baby".

"Shit, baby, that feels so good. Keep riding me just like that-- fuck."

V: Calls you "love".

"Quiet, love. Only I deserve to hear you cry like this."

[searchingsomewhere]

Hi hi💖 just a lil short V smut for my jump into DMC content💖 I still have some Resident Evil stuff to put out, so enjoy this in the meantime💖

Im also just giddy to write my namesake shshsjsjjs if I ever could experience gender envy, it'd be because of him 💖

🌑-nero

(Early DMC5) V x f!Reader

CW: semi-public sex, van sex, finger fucking, oral (f!receiving), V quoting poetry during sex, mild edging, masochism and pain play if you squint

Almost Caught

"V, we cannot--"

His tattooed hands spreading your thighs apart shut you up real quick.

If anyone happened to get into the van at this exact moment, you'd both be screwed. V has you propped up on Nico's counter, legs pushed and held apart, with his head between your thighs. You gasp when he nips the skin near your cunt. He leaves open mouth kisses across the red skin, making you whimper.

This has been his game-- finger fuck you until you're just on the edge of oblivion, then bringing you down with small, painful nips here and there.

He slows down the two lithe fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. Your wetness glistens on his chin. He licks his lips.

"You are... unholy," V murmurs, looking up at you through those dark lashes of his.

"S--Says you," you grumble, but the rest of your complaint is left to the wind as he traces his tongue around your clit.

"I'm surprised you've lasted this long, pretty thing," he says, curling his fingers. You dig your nails into his shoulder, biting your lip hard. "'Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste'."

"You t--talk too fucking--oh fuck--"

You hold eye contact, moaning softly as he slowly picks up speed. V's watching your every move, the way your eyebrows crinkle, how your chest heaves, the way your pretty pink lips form a soft 'o'.

"P--please V, I can't--" you bite the back of your hand. Your hips move on their own, grinding into his hand.

V tilts his head curiously. He likes hearing that. He raises up off his knees, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"You want me to let you cum, love?" he asks lowly, raking his eyes over the mess he's made of you. His fingers maintain that delicious rhythm.

You can't breathe. Can't think. All you know is that every drag of his fingers through your cunt is making you see stars. All you do is nod. His thumb circles your clit and you feel your eyes roll back.

"Right there," you gasp. "Don't stop."

"'I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes'," he murmurs against your lips.

Your orgasm crests and you cry out. V kisses you deeply, silencing you with your taste on his tongue and your face in his hand. You ride out your high on his fingers, gasping again his mouth and moaning softly.

The van door slides open. You nearly shriek, quickly closing your legs and drawing them up. V looks over his shoulder, moving to conceal your disheveled state with his body.

Nero's white haired head pops in. "Hey, V, have you looked at--" he pauses.

You and V stare back at him.

"...Am I interrupting something?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Just a private chat," V says.

Nero isn't buying it. He tilts his head, uncertainty lacing his words as he says your name.

"...You okay? Your face is red."

"I'm alright! I promise," you say as steady as you can. Your heart is still thumping loudly; its a wonder Nero can't hear it.

Nero's eyes flicker back to V cautiously. He nods.

"Come look at this when you're done," he says to V.

The van door slides closed.

You slap V's chest and he steps back as you slide off of the counter. His smile is small but smug.

"You're going to get us caught one day," you scold, but his pleased demeanor remains unchanged.

"What trouble is it for anyone to know?" He asks. His hand wanders your waist, pulling you close.

"Lots of trouble, V. We barely know each other-- I don't even know if I can trust you."

You walked right into it. You roll your eyes as he chuckles.

"Trust wasn't a concern when you were enjoying my tongue just now," he says close to your ear.

"D-don't change the subject," you say, straighting your top and tugging on your skirt. "And anyway, I'd rather not have my sex life on display for all to see."

"They were definitely fuckin' in there," Nico mutters.

She sits by the fire, tilting the mechanical arm in her hand while she inspects it. Nero huffs as he sits down next to her. He leans over to look at what she's tinkering with.

"There's no way that guy is getting any, especially from her," Nero says, crinkling his nose.

"Not like you're gettin' any either," Nico snickers.

"Shut up."

[allthethingsihaveforgotten]

⋆˚꩜｡ 𝐕 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ⋆˚꩜｡

═════════════════════ ⭒ He would write poems about you, and reads poems that remind him of you ⭒ He doesn't think of sex in a casual or filthy manner, he prefers to make love and have a connection with you ⭒ His favourite body part would be your hands, and your chest just over where your heart is ⭒ He prefers to soak in the bath rather than in the stand shower (bonus if you're there) ⭒ If you're strong enough to carry him, he appreciates that you carry him around if he gets tired on his feet ⭒ He loves watching you fight, but can't stand the thought of you getting hurt or injured

⭒ His favourite position is missionary or just any position where he could see your face when he's pleasuring you ⭒ He would enjoy gothic music (goth rock, grunge, punk etc) ⭒ He has a praise kink, and loves both giving and receiving affirmation ⭒ He finds it soothing when you comb/brush through his hair, especially when he's reading ⭒ He loves looking into your eyes, especially if they're expressive and full of emotion

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[lexiene]

I loved your V work! Would you be alright with doing another one? Maybe something fluffy and sweet? Like taking a nap in Nico’s van post mission or something if that sort. With a gender neutral reader please and thank you! Have a good one and please take care of yourself!!

Your request will be now posted! I am so sorry for the long time answering i was really really busy from my job training and Uni 😭

Edited: V's nap time and thank you for your kind words as well request! Hopefully I can fulfill more requests in the future in better management 🖤

[angel-bi666]

Now you're just somebody that i used to know (part 2)

V/Vergil × Reader Fanfic

Warnings: Angst, very much angst, talk about traumas, about trust, lies, Vergil being emotionally constipated, brief mentions of V, Reader's gender is not specified, minor smut but nothing major, Mentions of violence (Reader hits Vergil), Canon divergency. English is not my first language so apologize any mispellings. DO NOT FEED MY WORK INTO AI, I DO NOT ALLOW YOU TO, I WILL SUE YOU. The dividers were catched from Pinterest but if you're the true owner please comment for the credits

Reader's P.O.V ON

Weeks passed since that day...Since i lost V and the return of Vergil came to be

I choosed to stay away, Nero understood better than no one else (or so i like to think) and Dante even tried to explain and even apologize for something it wasn't his fault

But the pain, it was too fresh...It lingered on my skin like a disease, one i had no cure to

I decided to comeback home, to the memories of something that was supposed to last. My house was by the outskirts of Fortuna, it was simple and modest but it was home either way

Unlocking the door, the first thing i miss is the smell of herbal tea and the faint sound of turning pages...I stay at the door, my mind plays the memory like a movie

The camomile tea's hot in the stove, i finished making the dinner and leave the kettle on the turned off stove...Walking to the living room, V's reading another book and his nose a little scrutched in concentration...

I kiss his temple, smiling against his skin

"Your tea's ready, dear...Come to eat with me?" I asked softly

"Of course, my muse...Any poetry can wait while i enjoy the presence of your being" He chuckled softly and closed his book

The memory fades as the door closes behind me, the eco seems louder than ever

I notice the piles and piles of books, the twin mugs that rested on the clean sink...Mine was a black one and V was the white one, we shared drinks and he used to caress my hair as he read me poetry in bed

Walking by the house felt like walking in a ghost town...Memories of someone who's not there...

I hesitated at the bedroom door

My hands shaked and my eyes glossy...It was painfull, maybe i was a damn masochist

I opened the door, the scent knocks out my senses and twists my heart out

The bed was messy...Some clothes on the floor...I approach the bed, my fingers touch the sheets and another bittersweet memory came to me

I moaned and gasped, V's body covered mine and out hands intertwined

"V...Oh God" I hid my face in his neck

"Do not hide, my muse...Let me hear the sounds of our love-making ecooed by your lips" V moaned against my cheek

Our bodies rocked, slowly but deep...V loved missionary...The intimacy it gave us

Love-making...To V, love was the most pure form of art...How two bodies mingled and reached the clímax of pleasure to one another

I moaned and arched my back, feeling his seed filling me up...He kept moving his hips slowly, pumping his seed deeper

"I adore you, my muse...I love and cherish you...Uhm, let me flood you with my seed and my love" He whispered into my skin

I didn't even noticed the tears coming

My body trembled as i sobbed into my hands, each corner of this house was touched and lived and loved by V and me

"You haunt me, my love" I whispered among my sobs

Crawling into the bed, his scent in the sheets makes me sob even more...I curled into a ball, holding his pillow and trying to fill the hole inside my heart and soul

**Time skip, ??? Days**

I have no memory of seeing the days passing...

Most of the time I slept, woke up, daydreamed, cried and went to sleep again

It was a painfull cycle...Delirious even

I was mourning in life for a man that maybe i never trully knew...

I only knew part of him, in both literally and figurative sense

My skin felt itchy...My bones popping into place as i rolled in the bed

I felt dirty...Stinking...

The door opened and closed...

"Oh fuck..." Someone mumbled behind me, i didn't had the strenght to look

"The fuck he done to you, sweetie?" A second voice spoke

Someone took me off the bed, my vision blurry so i couldn't see much straight

I was carried to the bathroom, stripped naked and placed in the warm water...I closed my eyes and let myself be washed

"Nero said you went back home...Took us awhile to find your house..." The voice was smooth as hands washed my hair

I slowly opened my eyes, my face cleaned

My gaze meets Trish and Lady's eyes

"You both..." My voice was too hoarse, from the days without use

"Don't. Let us care for you, okay? We hate seeing you like this" Lady reprehends me

I only nodded and let them help me regain some sense of humanity again...

After bathed and dressed, i tried to comb my hair even if my limbs hurted and burned like hell

"Im gonna try and wrap something for you...If the food's still intact" Trish grimaced and left the bedroom

I stared at Lady through the mirror

"Thanks..." I murmured

"No need to thanks...Just...Dante told us how you looked after it all happened" She explained " And how that was probably affecting you but maybe it was even intenser than we thought"

I scoffed weakly

"So everyone knows I'm being a fucked up mess?" My eyes looked down

"Don't talk about yourself like that! You're grieving, you're hurting and is okay-"

"Is NOT okay, Lady!" I exploded in anger for the first time in days

Lady was taken back by that

"I...I-I don't even know if what i had with V was real! Or if what i knew was not HIM fully...Did he ever existed to me?!" I sighed and clenched my fists

The hunter sighed and approached me

"What you and V had...Was real, it was love...He never lied to you, did he? He was fully human and he lived that intensily" She reassured me

I gulped hard, looking at her

"Im sorry im yelled at you" I mumbled

She only snickered

"Is fine, i've heard worst" She gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder

A small smile made it's way to my lips

Me and Lady went to the kitchen, Trish assembled a PB&J for me

"Eh, it was all i could do with the remaining food...Most was rotten already" Trish shrruged

"It's fine, thanks...I'll try and buy some stuff tomorrow, not to starve" I bit into the sandwhich

"Sounds like a good routine...Maybe me and Lady could join you, since Nero and Nico's taking care of everything with his Devil May Cry on wheels"

I could only agree

"And Dante and his brother?" I couldn't bring myself to say his name, or else i might be consumed in anger

"Dante and Vergil went to Hell, to cut the Qliphoth's roots and seal it shut forever" Lady replied

I freezed for a second

"Dante and his brother are locked in Hell?!" I said baffled

Lady and Trish looked at one another

"For now...They're both stubborn bastards, we have hope they'll comeback" Trish crossed her arms

"What she means is that you shouldn't worry...Think about yourself first before worrying about others problems okay?" Lady tried to change the focus

And she was right...Until moments ago i was drowned in my own depression for days at end, now i was trying to worry myself with Dante's situation?! I was fucking pathetic at this point

I nodded and went back to eat...

When the night falled, Trish and Lady left me to tend for myself but with the promise to go shopping groceries with me tomorrow morning

I decided for a tea, to help me sleep better...I warm up the water and wait the kettle to whistle, picking a tea package

My hands pick a favorite herbal tea, lemon balm...It soothed my sleep when i needed

The door opens behind me, i couldn't hear footsteps

"Trish? Lady? Did you girls forgot-" i turn around

My eyes widen and i drop the white mug...My body flinches as the porcelain smashes on the floor

There stood Vergil...His posture erect, cold and focused eyes...A predator in my kitchen

The words choke themselfs on my throat, speak and acknowledge him would make it all even more real

"Vergil..." The words flow from my lips without consent

The man stays quiet and approaches

The kettle whistles and snaps me out of my shock

I turn off the heat, finally looking away

"You were in Hell" I refused to look at him

"I was, it was simply a small...Predictment" His voice was calm, too colected

I scoffed, grabbing another mug and pouring my tea

"What you want, Vergil?" I asked, a bitter tone soaks my bones

He stays quiet, approaching but not too close

"You were V's human...Mate" He speaks as if the word was poisonous

I turned around, my hands shake and my heart beats on my ears

"I was his partner! I was his muse, his love! We were lovers, do not try to dimish what we were!" I approached Vergil, part of me tired to running like a scared mouse

He only stood there, watching me

"We shared a bed, feelings, plans for the future and even secrets!! But apparently not all of our secrets!! V was the only man i genuinely opened myself to, the only one that saw me for who I was, you do not have the RIGHT to come here and rot the memories i had of him!!" I was yelling at this point

My hand itched and before i could fully register my actions, i slapped his face...I groaned and backed away, my hand red and twitched

"Fuck!" I hissed

Always forget how strong half-demons are

And what annoyed me the most was that Vergil seemed unfazed by my slap, even if his pale skin turned a little pinkish

"Are you done...?" He asks after processing what had happened

I stared at him, panting

"Just say what you want, Vergil and then go away..." I asked of him

The half-demon sighed and approached, cornering me against the counter

"I...I am plagued by you...By V's memories. Memories of your voice, your smile, your scent and...And the way you broke down in pleasure under him, it was all my dreams consisted of during those days in Hell" He spoke, his body tensed and coiled when he confessed that

As if the mere admission of such things would turn him weaker or vulnerable

"I did not lied when i said me and V became one again...All he lived with you, i remember and that...All of that, is part of me now" He whispered hoarse

My eyes were widen in shock

He remembered...He knew...Was he trully mine?

"I will let you heal, Mate...But as you heal, i'll linger until you're ready...To either be mine again or move on as a ghost of us" He vowed to me

Backing away, he used the front door to leave...

I felt like i could finally breath again

Caught in the clutches of a Predator like Vergil...Was I trully eager to escape?

Or did the longing for part of him would make me stay to be devoured?

[lexiene]

To the anon who request Dmc V , im still working on it be patient with me sobs Im sorry 😭😭😩😩 its just life's giving me challenges

[insctica]

never again, is what you swore the time before ノ v x gn!reader

cw: none! this could be read as a standalone drabble or as part of it’s hard to be the better man (when you’re still lying) since it’s between the events of that specific fic.

fear and despair aren’t unknown to v. anxiety wasn’t new to him either. separation anxiety, though? he considers that to be unexplored territory until now.

he’s been alone for years. born alone, living alone. living under the worst conditions a quarter-demon (now human for the time being) like him shouldn’t be living in the first place… all alone. there was a time where he established some sort of connection with an unknown woman — her face faded from his memory beyond recognition. he can’t recall what she looked like, what she did with her for him to call whatever they had, as measly as it was, a connection.

it’s been years ago. even if he was wholly vergil, he wouldn’t be able to remember how or why he caved in to such necessities, if he could even name them that.

point is, he feels like his mind has been split apart just like his body. memories do come back flickering sometimes, but it’s never about that short time interval he spent in fortuna.

so where did this supposed separation anxiety start?

with you, of course.

it was about to be a week were you both started this… thing. you wouldn’t call it a relationship and v would refuse to acknowledge something past that. you were just passing time. yeah. while nero trained his ass off to gain enough strength so he could be able to get to dante at the qliphoth — and v tried to make you forget this was his fault to begin with.

but, again. when did this begin?

v thinks it was after your first kiss. he remembers the warmth of your skin, the look in your eyes — soft, guarded. so sad. you looked miserable yet breathtaking. he didn’t even know why he did it in the first place. was it to distract you? maybe. was it to distract him? totally. he couldn’t deal with the weight of his guilt anymore. and you looked like you wanted this just as much as he yearned for it.

it wasn’t a calculated move, by all means. nor something he thought out on a whim. it felt right, as far-fetched as it sounded. there was something between you that needed to be addressed, so what if he took all the wrong steps? it was better to establish some sort of relationship (as messy as it was) rather than admit he was the very reason you were so fucking depressed.

griffon definitely called him out on his bullshit after they left the shop for a bit that day. how this entire commitment would ruin his plans to reunite with urizen, even if it was a mere kiss. he parroted on and on about being so sentimental over a mere human, of how unlike him this was.

v couldn’t care less, when all he felt was warmth. for the first time in years.

then, it began: the need to be with you at all times. funny thing was that the same thing happened to you just as quick. you followed him around the shop whenever he’d show up, he’d stay with you until you needed to go back home. it all blurred into a routine.

griffon complained. v truly couldn’t care less. even if he shouldn’t be slacking. the world was so close to being on the verge of destruction.

but it could wait a month.

could it, though?

“do you want to—” you cut yourself off after you two stopped walking, standing right at your front door. v’s gaze immediately flickering towards you as you spoke. he waited patiently as you tried to find whatever words were about to spill from your lips without thinking: “you wanna come in?”

the silence between you felt so incredibly deafening. so suffocating you regretted ever speaking. v’s heartbeat rushed so loudly in his ears he couldn’t even hear griffon screaming in his ear about how utterly fucked he was. how bad he got it for someone he barely even knew. and all of that for a human who was dante’s friend, nonetheless.

you were about to apologize for even suggesting the idea when v nodded his head quietly as an answer. you blinked in surprise at the motion, feeling shocked that he even accepted an invitation like this.

(why was it so shocking, you didn’t even know. it wasn’t like you two didn’t make out in the shop’s couch a few days ago. guess you still had shame, somewhere deep inside you.)

you quickly unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped aside to let v in first, suddenly aware that this was the very first time you’ve let someone into your home that wasn’t either dante or lady and trish. jarring couldn’t even begin to describe what you felt when v looked around your house in what seemed like curiosity.

the door clicked shut as you leaned back into it for support, watching quietly as v looked around your apartment. your heartbeat didn’t slow down even when you weren’t met with flat out rejection, and you didn’t want to assume v felt something similar.

he was so glad you couldn’t hear how much he was losing his mind right there. it was impossible for him to believe this was happening, that he was walking into your apartment and making this weird arrangement between you deepen even more.

it wasn’t about acting careless anymore. v couldn’t put a stop to this — not because he didn’t want you, god, he did. this felt like something he would look for in the most distant future if he wasn’t so deep into trouble already. his human body was decaying the more time passed, his twin brother was most likely dead and your entire existence was a reminder of that.

how could he get out of this when he was already this far gone? he simply couldn’t. he’d genuinely feel like he’d hate himself so fucking much if he caused even more hurt to you. and that’s what messed his mind up so much more. how did he allow this to happen in the first place? taking a liking to a human who was involved with his brother? was he really this weak and naïve?

was this the very reason he wanted to get rid of this part of himself? god, no fucking wonder. he was nothing but needy even after denying it for so long.

you looked at him attentively, at the furrow of his brow and the way his grip tightened ever so slightly around his cane. whatever it was that he was thinking, it was really getting to him.

you didn’t know what to do other than clear your throat, redirect his attention towards you in an attempt to make this less awkward than it was. you felt relieved when v finally looked at you after a few long seconds.

you waved your hand towards your bedroom. your nerves made you unable to articulate words for some unknown reason, so you hoped that he was getting the memo nonetheless.

v looked at the direction you were pointing at and again, silently nodded his head. he followed behind you as you walked him to your bedroom.

god, this was too intimate. no wonder griffon shut his trap and hasn’t said a single word about how stupid this entire thing was. good. at least v could make the most out of it for now.

guess he’ll spiral later.

silence kept stretching between you as you entered your bedroom. you were so exhausted to care if it felt uncomfortable, and judging by the look on v’s face, he looked like he didn’t mind either.

you sat on your bed, closing your eyes with a sigh as you waited for v to sit right beside you, or at least for him to give you a sign that he was still there and he didn’t disappear out of thin air just now.

you took the feeling of the mattress dipping right beside you as your sign. v’s shoulder brushed yours as he moved, sitting next to you.

“would you mind if i sleep for a bit?” you asked, eyes still closed as exhaustion started to settle deep in your bones. “i had a really long day.”

v agreed with a hum, looking around your room. every trinket that was scattered around made him feel some kind of way, unable to really put it into words. knowing you on such an intimate level should be unsettling; he shouldn’t even be here or be with you in any capacity in the first place.

even if he was making all the wrong choices, knowing griffon was going to make him regret them all later — at least the chasm in his chest was filled a little by your presence.

v watched as your breath evened out, and considered leaving your apartment as quietly as he could. act like this never happened and keep things with you as amicable as possible now. focus on urizen and the qliphoth and not you. it shouldn’t be so hard. he was so hyper-focused on his only goal until you pulled all his attention away from what really mattered.

he can do this. he will do this.

he wasn’t going to let you occupy all his thoughts. he was here for way more important reasons than feeling soft for a human who was still too preoccupied by his twin brother.

v looked at you as he was about to stand up from your bed, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully. he’d never thought he’d see this side of you, and it was so careless. the fact that something out of your control could happen while you slept and you’d be completely unaware, exhaustion being the only thing at the top of your unconscious mind.

he sighed a breath he barely realized he was holding. maybe he could stay the night, now that death loomed around you ever since you decided it’d be a good idea to be friends with one of sparda’s sons. and unbeknownst to you, getting attached to the one twin you barely knew — that also turned out to be alive all along. even if he wasn’t vergil right now.

you were so unlucky. and you didn’t even know it. it didn’t look like you cared for it, either. yet in all honesty, v was just as cursed.

it didn’t feel like faith tied you both together. it was more of an elaborate joke. an unfunny, depressing joke that the two of you found solace in, despite the circumstances.

v could rattle on and on about how wrong this was, despite feeling his chest cave in at the way you slept so soundly even when he was in right up in your space.

the sight of your face made him think: maybe there could be a bargain. he could focus on urizen while being with you. he could handle both things at the same time if he truly set his mind to it. maybe finding a way around this would finally make it work for the both of you.

even if very deep down, he knew how this would actually end.

he’ll make peace with it regardless. he always does.

[insctica]

there’s this thing about v where you know exactly when he’s feeling overwhelmed— or most likely hiding something from you. sometimes the signs are way more telling than his silence. it’s either the clench of his jaw or the way he simply decides to linger around you instead of doing anything else he liked to do (which wasn’t really a lot. he’s been a complicated individual since, forever, actually. or at least for as long as you’ve known him.)

so it wasn’t really a surprise when you found him at the shop, specifically in dante’s space, standing around his desk as if he was looking for something. and knowing v, he was most definitely just judging the mess that pooled above the worn mahogany. and the scowl he wore on his face at one of the raunchy magazines told you something was bothering him.

he liked to believe he was reserved enough. a blank canvas with nothing to show. but you knew him like the back of your hand, just as he knew the passages of his book by heart.

it took v longer than a few seconds to realize you were in the same room, his gaze dropping back to something else on dante’s desk when he felt you staring right at him. you waited for him to say something, anything at all, but whatever lingered on his mind stopped him. it wasn’t weird by any means— you were used to starting any conversation that happened between you both anyways. but this time, you wanted to see if he’d try to start talking instead.

he did. a heavy exhale escaped from his lips before the words spilled. “i’m just thinking.” he finally looked at you, yet his eyes were lightly obscured by his hair. you pursed your lips at that, wanting to push back the strands so he could look at you properly, but your hands never moved.

“yeah,” you murmured. “you do that a lot.”

you kept speaking when v didn’t answer. “there’s something on your mind,” you said with certainty, and for some reason it made v stand a bit more straighter. you always stood on business, but this time it felt way more serious than ever.

so v’s mind started to run a mile per hour. did you find out already? did griffon tell you that his obviously fake story to get to urizen was bullshit? he knew he should’ve listened to his instincts and never accepted a contract with him in the first place—

he stopped spiralling when you cleared your throat loudly, interrupting his every thought within seconds. but he didn’t feel any relief, not yet at least.

so v tried to compose himself as fast as he could, even when there was no judgment or something that could tell him that you definitely knew he was vergil. or part of him, actually.

yet nothing came to his mind so he could excuse himself for acting so weird lately. there was a lot on his mind, that’s for sure. he just didn’t know how to tell you even half of it. or the most important part.

you waited, anyways. and v’s immensely thankful for your patience, even when he can’t say it with words, for some reason. he has a part to play even when he sleeps with you sometimes (all the time.)

but even when you were the most patient person he’s got to known since he’s got here, he still couldn’t tell you the real reasons he was a bit more on edge than most days. he wouldn’t blow his cover even when he liked you. there wasn’t any reason for that.

for now.

v’s sigh cut through the silence that kept on stretching between you, and you guessed that's all you’ll be getting for now. yet you couldn’t hide your shock when you heard him mumble out something under his breath: “i guess there is.”

you waited with bated breath for him to keep talking, but the moment you heard the tap of his cane against the hardwood floor, you knew that’d be it. it was something. the bare fucking minimum, but something.

v could see the way your hands clenched against your sides by the corner of his eye. just as he could hear the very clear annoyance that tugged in your voice, but even when you wanted to pry, you didn’t. “alright,” you gritted out. when you heard your voice echo through the walls of the office, the way it was a bit too harsh for your liking, you softened. just a bit.

you cleared your throat again when v finally looked at you. “you– you know i’m here, right?” you said quietly, holding your gaze with his. “whatever it is.”

another beat passed before he nodded his head. “i know.” of course he did. that’s why it killed him every day he lingered around you. you were too nice to him, even when he didn’t deserve it. and he’ll probably never will.

either way, he’s selfish as fuck. so he’s going to enjoy this arrangement and the way you’re starting to hold him in a higher regard as much as he can. he’s obviously going to make the most out of it before things turn for the worse.

v walked up to you to press a gentle kiss against your hairline, his fingers ghosting on the low of your back to press you closer against him— and even when you felt like he still didn’t trust you enough to tell you what really was wrong, you welcomed it all the same by wrapping your arms around his waist, hiding your face on the crook of his neck.

he decided right then and there that he’ll tell you the truth. maybe not today. but soon enough.

maybe before he gets to urizen.