Self Aware Dmc!! - Seeing their little darling cry for the first time!
Hi hi!!! I’ve had this idea in my head for a WHIIIIIILEEE now so I’m finally getting to it! This oneshot mostly takes place in Dmc3 and as usual, I’m mostly basing it on my own experiences!…and it’s a long oneshot…anyway- do you guys like Nevan? I think she’s neat 😇
(I can’t write fight scenes for shit-)
Happy reading guys and thanks for all the support!!
Pink dialogue- two people thinking or speaking at the same time
You were a very sensitive person, Dante concluded, feeling your growing frustration and dejectedness as you struggled to beat Cerberus.
“Easy mode unlocked…? Oh fuck off, I can do this!” He heard you grumbled, snickering quietly at your attitude and muttering a small encouragement under his breath.
“Atta sweetheart…you got this”
And soon enough you did, he grinned to himself as he heard you cheer while you watched him play with the newly attained nunchucks. See? He knew you could do it! Just had to get a hand of the controls, that’s all.
However he had to wonder…if you really were this sensitive and got easily dejected like this…would you be okay during harder boss fights? He couldn’t help but worry.
This concern resurfaced once more later on when the two of you encountered Nevan. Hearing you squeal over him and her as he flirted with her playfully.
Did you really have to fawn over her too? I mean he could agree she was hot but c’mon sweetheart, he’s right there! He could be way better than some batty opera singer!
Nevan, though, raised a brow…you were cute little thing. If you were with the spawn of Sparda, you’d certainly be worth looking into…you were easy on the eyes too. And your voice was as beautiful as you were, having listened to you sing during your failed attempts at taking her down…she wouldn’t mind singing for you, sugar.
The concern started setting in once you started getting quiet after trying to fight her for an hour. Even with your little music playing, you couldn’t make it pass the first phase and it only made you more dejected. You didn’t even sing, make any swooning comments about the two, or yelp and panic when you made Dante barely dodge an attack or get hit anymore.
When Dante fell in battle once more after another hour, he couldn’t help feel your disappointment. Not at him but at yourself. He looked at Nevan for a moment, seeing her own hint of concern in her eyes at your current state.
“…maybe I’ll just try again tomorrow…it’s late…sorry Dante..” They heard you mutter, Dante quickly feeling your absence once you left the game.
“Oh sweetheart…” He muttered, sighing as he sat down on the ground and looked at the bat demoness. He had a feeling he’d be here for a while so why not chat with her?
“…so how long have you sung for?”
The red haired demoness across from him rose a brow in faint amusement, interested in the young man’s start for a conversation but she saw no harm indulging. It’s not like she was fighting him out of a grudge or anything like that.
By the time you had returned, the two had already developed a sense of grudging respect towards the other. And Nevan managed to get the information she wanted of the person she saw briefly, now understanding it was you behind that faint but powerful aura radiating off the young devil hunter.
“Alright Nevan…round two…” They heard you murmur, Dante sighing quietly in contentment as he felt your presence embrace him again. Though he wished he could’ve helped you cheer up a bit. Knowing -and feeling- that you were still dejected about your constant losses the day before. He knew you could take down the wannabe Jessica Rabbit, he was sure of it! “…ready Dante?”
‘Ready as ever sweetheart!’ He thought, readying himself for as many fights as you needed.
“This party’s getting crazy…! Let’s rock!”
And lo and behold, just an hour later you were able to beat the demoness, both you and Dante letting out a cheer as you both landed the final blow. The demoness letting out a small smile of her own…you did fight hard for this with the little devil hunter, after all. She couldn’t help that she grew fond of you.
“LETS GOOOO! HAHA! YEAH WE DID IT!” You laughed, briefly letting go off the control for a moment as the cutscene played out. Watching as your hands shook, and letting out a nervous chuckle at that. “Oh shit my hands are shaking…lmao, skill issue-“
‘Sweetheart, no-‘ ‘Sugar, no-‘ the two characters thought, sweat dropping slightly at that information before looking at each other. Dante holding the demoness in his arms, as she extended her hand to his cheek and down his chest.
“All right…I’ll help you. Your father was a handsome devil…but you’re no slouch yourself.” She smirked, before leaning in close and whispering in his ear so it wouldn’t reach your ears. She wouldn’t blow his cover after all.
“Plus, I’ve got my eye on the little sugar too, y’know? They’re too sweet…it’s quite selfish of you not to share, don’t you think, little devil hunter?”
Dante scowled, watching as she transformed into a devil arm and ceased to talk…how convenient. Maybe she knew that if she stayed as she was for a moment longer he’d rip her to shreds. Cutscene be damned.
….but maybe a little guitar solo wouldn’t hurt-
And so he jammed out, enjoying your cheerful and beaming reaction as the two enjoyed your victory while he rocked out on the old stage.
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“You seem to be in a bad mood” Dante smirked as he entered the room, observing his brother’s scowl as he corrected him on the ritual’s procedures.
“Oh hey! There’s the mission number in the back! Yay, that’s so cool! Oh my fucking god. When the little details are little detailing, I love that-“ You fawned, missing the lovesick grin of the boy in red and and the small smirk of the demon in blue. How cute. You really were a sucker for these things huh?
Dante pointed Rebellion at his brother as he waited for a response. “I’m sure you have time for one more game, right?”
Vergil started to unsheath Yamato, stopping halfway through before conceding. “…why not? After all, we share the same blood.” He began to summon his new devil arm, the gauntlets glowing on his hands as he got into stance and smirked back at his younger brother.
“I’ll just use more of yours to undo daddy’s little spell”
“WHAAAAAAAT?????” The brothers heard you exclaim, sensing your surprise as the cutscene ended. “Also what the fuck??? Vergil saying daddy is crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once- okay ya. I gotta focus-“
Dante snickered under his breath, rolling his shoulder while the older twin rolled his eyes, his face growing slightly red at the remark you just made. Both twins preparing themselves for the fight ahead.
However something told Dante that he should worry about you, causing Vergil to raise a brow faintly at his brother’s shift in expression. He knew his younger brother wasn’t concerned about the fight ahead…so what could it be about? You, perhaps? You had fought against him with his little brother before so aside from the increase in difficulty, he didn’t think there was anything else to worry about….
Until he saw you take a moment from the fight.
He watched as you turned your head away from the death screen as you took a quiet but shaky breath and seeing Dante’s worried expression.
“…Dante, are they..?”
“I-I dunno, bro…they-“
“I’m fine” Your voice cut them off unknowingly, though you looked rather dejected. Having a sulk on your face…though considering you’d been fighting the older son of Sparda for almost three hours and hadn’t beaten him yet and only managing to get past his judgement cut phase once, they could understand why you’d look so down.
“No…I got this…maybe, I’ll take a shower first. Take a breath and try again..! Yeah” They heard you mutter before you left them alone. Leaving them to stare at each other…though admittedly Dante was still somewhat dead on the floor.
“…so how’s the weather?”
“Are you seriously doing this right now?-“
By the time you’d come back, they had been bickering for at least ten minutes now, watching as you started the fight once more with a small frown. It took you at least another hour to beat the fight but the sight of your expression from earlier never left their minds.
….if that’s how you reacted to this confrontation, would you be okay in their final fight?
This question wouldn’t plague their minds until the moment actually arrived, Vergil staring down at his brother’s wounded body on the water before they both heard something that made them tense and look up in your direction…a sniffle.
You were…crying?
“…damn it…fuck, this is so stupid…but..” You had let go off your controller but right now, they didn’t need it to feel your current dejection and frustration. “I can’t…I can’t do it..! I’ve been fighting him for two hours and I still…I can’t even get him down halfway…! I’m never gonna make it!” They heard your voice crack during your murmurs, watching as you wiped your eyes with your sleeves to clean your tears.
Hearing your shaky murmurs and small sniffles made them want to break the code and comfort you…but they couldn’t. Staring at you hopelessly before staring at each other. There must’ve been something they could do even then, couldn’t they?
“…don’t give up, my dear…please” Vergil found himself whispering without thinking, his whisper actually becoming audible. His younger brother following along with a small whisper of his own.
“Yeah sweetheart…how about we try one more time, huh? Verge here ain’t that scary, I promise..” He cooed softly, ignoring the brief glare he received in response.
The two perked up as you looked at the screen again, your eyes puffy and glossy with tears as you decided to restart the cutscene before the fight. Letting out little sniffles or whimper as you tried to swallow back any cries while you tried to attack.
You are so beautiful. You truly are, but the sight of your tears and the small noises you made was something else for them. It was a mix of hating to see you so sad over the game and finding your teary state endearing.
But their concern for you overcame their current adoration, Dante giving it his all and almost taking control himself during the fight. Allowing you to do more combos and damage than you were allowed to.
And Vergil?
He let himself be barraged with hit after hit. That’s not to say he didn’t fight back, but it wasn’t as fiercely. Like he was holding back for you…Dante didn’t mention it. He knew his brother was an actual softy deep down and that extended to you….and it also made the fight easier so that’s also a plus-
“Wait…I’m doing it…? Oh my gosh, I’m doing it..!” You murmured before shaking your head. “No no…don’t get too excited…you might jinx it..”
‘Sweetheart…’ Dante thought, sighing in slight exasperation at your self deprecating comment. His older brother only frowning in agreement as you landed the final blow and he fell to his knees.
“I…I did it! We did it Dante! Yeah haha!” You cheered shakily, beaming down at the characters as the cutscene of the aftermath played out.
They were so proud of you. Even if they had to tweak the game a little, they’d do anything to make sure you wouldn’t cry like that again. As to whether you heard their faint encouragement earlier, they’d never know. But they had a small feeling in the back of your head that you did…
“…oh shit, my hands are shaking so much. Ahaha oh my gosh-“
‘My dearest angel, no-‘
‘Sweetheart, not again!’