After writing Baby On The Way, I couldn't get out of Soft!Papa!Vergil land and I had to write something from Nero's early baby days. Hope you enjoy :)
The first year after Nero was born was complete bliss for you and Vergil.
Nero came out at a whopping 9 pounds, 8 ounces (~4300 grams). He almost didn't fit the hospital containers in the baby room which you found a little funny.
Almost right out the gate, Nero opened his eyes to look around, revealing bright pale blue eyes. With small white swirls atop his head, Nero almost held none of your traits but you were ok with that. His character would most likely reveal who his mama is.
Laying there in the hospital bed with Nero laying atop you, had you in tears. Not just from the pain that is child birth, but because this was your son. Your son who would be loved by you, his mama, his wonderful and loving father you got to call your partner, and his wacky uncle who sat just beyond the door in the waiting room.
You guys didn't have to wait long to take him home either, the boy being born perfectly healthy and more. Explaining a demon arm to human doctors was not on the bucket list for the day but Vergil took care of that.
Vergil laid on the couch with Nero conducting the skin to skin contact the doctor talked about almost every chance he got. If you weren't sleeping, trying to recover from the lack of energy labor left you with, you'd find the two asleep together on the couch, Vergil's book covering his face. Sometimes Vergil would wake to a blanket covering him and his son, smiling knowing it was you. There were many photos of this on your phone as well.
Once Nero started to crawl it was time for the weapons to go up. Dante's business building wasn't exactly baby friendly but that didn't stop the man from letting Nero explore every corner of the place. For his first few years, you made sure to have Dante baby proof as much as he could but nothing would prepare you for When Nero start training with his uncle and father.
At home in your two bedroom apartment with Vergil, every cabinet had a lock on it and Yamato stayed out of sight.
Nero loved Vergil's scarf, crying if he didn't have it with him. It became the boys baby blanket despite being a little too small to cover him all the way.
"I knew something about that scarf was going to be special," you say.
"Is that where his name came from?" Vergil asks.
You only smile, leaning into your boyfriend as the two of you looked over a sleeping Nero in his crib.
Nero began to teeth pretty early, sharp baby teeth growing into. You'd find many things broken and torn as if a dog had gotten to them around the apartment if Nero was left to himself even for a second.
You once found Nero chewing on the handle of Yamato, the boy giggling when you found him.
"Nero," you sigh. "Daddy put this away so you don't hurt yourself and yet you chew on it."
You pick up the boy, taking Yamato from him causing the boy to cry. In place of Yamato, you gave him a teething ring, the boy content with having something to sooth his aching gums once again.
There was a lot of babbling and cooing within that first year. Nero found everything amusing, especially his uncle. More accurately, seeing his uncle and father fight which sometimes led to Dante getting stab by Yamato. You'd covering the boys eyes and ears but he'd still find a way to see all the action.
The day Nero said his first word was quite unexpected. You had the boy in a chest carrier, as you, Vergil and Dante walked around a grocery store getting stuff for dinner. Nero was just babbling to himself until he finally said something clear.
"Mama"
You looked down at him, his bright blue eyes starring back at you. He slowly began to smile, saying the word once more while clapping. "Mama!"
You sat down in the isle and cried for a moment. Vergil found you on the floor thinking you were hurt only to be surprise by his son saying another word while pointing at him.
"Dada"
Vergil sat down and cried with you.
While at DMC, setting up the boys first birthday, you were surprised once again. You turned around to get Vergil's attention to help you with decorations. He was sitting on the floor with Dante, trying to coax the baby to walk to him instead of his brother.
"Come here Nero, come to your uncle Dante," Dante cooed at the baby.
"No Nero, come to your father," Vergil said.
You smiled, walking over just behind the boys to see who Nero would go to. Nero looked up at you, smiled and ran right to you.
"Mama," the boy said, hugging you leg.
The two devils watched as the boy ran straight for you, both smiling.
"Well I guess that settles that," Dante chuckles. "Mama's boy, just like his father."
Vergil pushed his brother over, Nero giggling and clapping his hands from behind you. You all laughed, Nero's giggles being so infectious, it was hard not to.
The first year after Nero was born was utter bliss for you and Vergil and that blue devil wouldn't trade it for the world.
In which Vergil searches for a way to cheer up his partner after a long and challenging day.
Here it is! My ko-fi commission for @themorrigan99! I do really hope you enjoy it!
You can also read it on AO3 here!
Rating: E
Vergil/Reader (Third Person)
Soft!Vergil Goodness
Vergil knew something was wrong the second she walked through the door. Everything about her screamed “I had a terrible day”. Her back was slumped as she trudged through the doorway. Her hair, which was normally fashioned into a tight, perfect bun for work, was a mess in every way possible. Her eyes lacked their usual sparkle, and she let her bag fall off her shoulders in an unceremonious heap beside its usual hanging spot when she usually yelled at him for not hanging his jacket up in the right place. A loud sigh filled the room as she leaned against the doorway.
“Rough shift?” Vergil said as he sat his book down.
“You can say that again,” She muttered as she shoved herself off the doorway and moved to his side.
“Rough shift?” Vergil repeated. He saw a flicker of a smile as she weakly swatted at his shoulder before plopping down on the couch beside him.
“Jerk.”
“Indeed.”
That time, he got a small chuckle before her face twisted into a scowl. “You would think people around our age would have an ounce of human decency by now.”
“That bad?”
“Absolutely miserable,” She said. “The manager abandoned me four hours before closing time, and my co-worker was…” She paused. “Unhelpful.” Vergil snorted. That was the closest she’d ever gotten to insulting her co-workers in front of him. But Vergil, who had met most of them, knew exactly what she meant. ‘Unhelpful’ was a mild term, to say the least. “So basically,” She continued, “I’m exhausted. Hungry. Irritable. I have a terrible headache, I’m stiff as a board, and my night is probably ruined.”
Vergil hummed in what he hoped was reassurance. “There’s still a few hours left.”
“Indeed,” She repeated in the same tone as him. Vergil glared at her, but it was gentle, easing at the first sign of a small, weary smile. “You’re right though,” She said as she slid her knees under herself and turned to face him. “This day can maybe probably still be saved.”
Her forehead fell against his shoulder. and Vergil ran his hands along her side. “Do you have something in mind?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Her eyes drifted shut. “I’ll be honest, Vergil. I don’t want to think about anything right now.”
Vergil hummed in thought as his hand rubbed along her spine. She shivered - a typical reaction to such ministrations - and relaxed even more against him. “You don’t have to any longer,” He whispered in what she called his “sultry voice”. That elicited another shiver, and he didn’t miss the near silent groan against his shoulder. Once he reached her hip, he wrapped his arm around and pulled gently. She shifted to straddle his leg and earned a kiss on the cheek for her laborious efforts. “In fact,” Vergil whispered as his lips brushed her ear. “You can let go whenever you’d like. I ‘m always here to catch you.”
She sighed again, but Vergil heard a small break in the sound; a very quiet and genuine sob. The day had gotten to her more than he thought. No matter. Vergil could remedy that if she wanted him to. So, he quietly hushed her as he rubbed his hands along her sides. “It’s alright,” He said. “You’re home now, my love. Leave everything to me.”
For a moment, she said nothing. So, Vergil waited, running his hands along her sides and back endless circles as she let herself go. She wasn’t crying, per say. Never that. His love was strong in both mind and body, even in her weakest moments. She’d taught him more about humanity in the year they’d been together then he’d figured out over his entire life. He was always willing to wait however long she needed him to. He wanted to shoulder all of the problems she couldn’t handle on her own, or the ones that he didn’t want her to.
But finally, after a few quiet minutes, he heard her take a calm and steady breath. “I will,” she whispered. “I’m all yours.”
On most days, Vergil would take that cue and carry her straight to their room. But this time, he nudged her shoulder and said, “look at me.” And when she did, meeting his gaze as he stroked her cheek, he whispered, “What do you want?”
Her head tilted at that, but Vergil didn’t think it was in thought. Instead, she reached for his hand and pulled it toward her chest. Without a word, she slowly peeled the glove off, finger by finger, gently massaging each one as she worked. Vergil kept his eyes on hers, taking a quiet breath to relax. It had taken time for him to get this comfortable with her. Romance was always difficult for Vergil, as he didn’t always understand it (something else that had taken him far too long to admit, if only to himself). Soft love-making hadn’t been a thing between them, which, looking back on it now, was a severe oversight on Vergil’s part. Every session, Vergil had been in control and she had always responded with overwhelming excitement. She’d always called his name when he needed her to the most, told him she loved him long before he had the courage to say the same.
All it had taken was a single night and frustrating demon hunt for him to realize that he didn’t need to be in control all of the time. And if he was, it didn’t have to be rough. When it was her promising to make him happy, and her showing him the soft and sensual side of it all, Vergil realized that’s what he’d been missing out on. Now there was significantly more… balance in the romantic side of their life. And, over time, he learned that asking was significantly more “sexy” (as she called it) then just fumbling around until he figured it out.
Of course, he would never use the word “fumbling”… but that wasn’t important right now.
After she brushed her lips along the inside of his now bare palm, she settled it on her hip and moved to the other hand. “It’s been a long day,” She said as she worked on the second glove. “And I spent all of it overwhelmed and alone.” She tossed the glove away and rested his hand on her cheek. “I want to feel loved.”
Vergil brushed his lips along her neck, nibbling lightly at the spots he knew she loved the most. She slid her hands up under his coat, and he shrugged it off with little effort. “If that’s what you want,” he murmured, making certain that his breath brushed along her ear. “Then I am happy to oblige.”
He was always fascinated at how quickly her eyes turned cloudy at the simplest of gestures. “Go on then,” She whispered with a coy smile as she shifted to straddle him completly. “Hopefully you’ll take very good care of me.”
Vergil huffed as he slid his hands under her shirt, pulling it up to the base of her bra. She let him pull it off and caught his lips with surprising speed considering how tired she was, and Vergil chuckled as he clipped off her bra and let it fall into his lap. “Someone’s excited,” He said as he squeezed her breast and kissed along her collar bone.
She laughed as she shifted forward on the growing mound in his lap. “Could say the same about…” She gasped as he nibbled on her nipple, leaving the smallest of marks behind as he moved to the other. “You,” She finished, breathless as he moved back to her neck. His hands fell to her waist and gently helped her rock against him. Even through her rather thick pants, he could already smell her arousal; a sweet, addictive scent that only entranced him the longer they were together. And while it would be very easy to get lost in the moment - very easy to chase his pleasure above her own- Vergil held that part of him back, content to roll their hips together as he painted her body with marks of his own.
No matter what, she was still his. She always would be.
"Lie back," He said. She didn't respond immediately, electing to press her forehead against his own. And just when he thought she might not have heard him, she fell to the side, pulling on his arm so he followed without thinking. His lips met hers again as his hand drifted to her waistband, unzipping the unwieldy fabric. She gasped as he rubbed his fingers along her still covered slit, and groaned when he quickly found her sweet spot.
"You have on far too many clothes," She said as she tugged at the edges of his shirt, though it came out as more of a whimper than a tease.
Vergil sat up, smirking when she glared at him for leaving. His shirt was gone in an instant, but he didn't bother with the rest. Not yet. He wanted to do this right afterall. And when their lips crashed together again- and she found the energy to tug on his hair to pull him closer- he knew he'd succeeded.
But while he planned to stay like that for a while- gentle rolling of hips and caresses that he knew would drive her wild- she had other plans. Vergil paused as she ran her hand along his pecs, shifting them lower and lower as she used her second hand to keep him locked against her mouth. And when her hand wrapped around his member, something akin to electricity pulsed through him. He bit back a gasp and pulled slightly away. But she was fast, following after him with a small series of kisses to his neck. Vergil took a deep and shaky breath, glaring at her through half-lidded eyes. “And here I thought you were exhausted.” It took everything he had not to groan at her first, languid stroke. He didn’t miss her coy smile as she kissed him again.
“You’ve re-energized me, my love.”
Vergil gritted his teeth as she freed him from his prison and ran her fingers along his aching shaft. “I know what you’re trying to do,” He hissed as he pushed against her shoulder, pinning her back to the couch.
She didn’t let go. “Do you?”
“You won’t get away with it.”
She chuckled as she kissed him again. “And yet, here we are.”
He moved quickly, pinning her hands above her head before she had a chance to react. His second hand travelled teasingly down her stomach before dipping under her panties and straight into her dripping heat. She arched into him, but he pulled away before she could find any friction. “You bastard,” She hissed, but her grin told a different story.
“You have on far too many clothes,” Vergil repeated as he licked his fingers. She stared at him, her clouded eyes filled with intense desire. This was the woman he wanted to see. Confident and brave, but submissive and loving; a delicate balance she managed each and every time. Secretly, he was glad she’d found whatever remnants of energy she had left for him. He’d be a fool to waste it. “Lift,” He commanded as he reached for her pants. She obeyed without hesitation, and both hers and his were quickly discarded. Removing her panties, however, was a much slower affair. His fingers dragged along her skin as he pulled them away at an agonizingly slow pace. Another quiet whimper was silence as he leaned in and kissed her again, making certain that his shaft ran perfectly against her opening; teasing, but never committing.
“My, my,” he whispered as he pulled the rest of her clothing off. “Someone’s eager.” He pressed his thumb to her sensitive bud before she could respond. And, as a testament to how riled up she really was, her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head when he inserted a single finger along her velvety walls.
“Can you really blame me?” She huffed once she met his gaze again. Quickly, he noted, and he rewarded her with another series of tantalizing circles. The hand gripping hers loosened, but she didn’t move.
“Good girl,” He said. Her eyes shimmered at the praise as she wrapped one hand around the other wrist. Vergil chuckled as he pulled his hand away, only to push back in with a second finger. She hissed in what he knew was her attempt at masking her pleasure. Commendable, but ineffective when he knew her so well. And as he rocked his hand back and forth as slowly and deliberately as possible, he leaned forward and pinned her hands again, kissing her with enough force to steal her breath away. She groaned as his fingers reached a more sensitive spot, but he only pressed down on it two more times before pulling completely away.
“Vergil,” She snapped, lusty rage clear on her face. He chuckled in amusement as he finally relieved himself of the rest of his clothing and propped her legs up as far as she would let him. The moment he settled between, she wrapped them around his waist. A worthless prison by far; he could escape that in a heartbeat. But it was the thought that counted, and Vergil once again rewarded her bravery with a sprinkle of kisses and gentle nibbles along her neckline. He didn’t miss how her hand tightened around her own wrist, or how her legs were shaking against him.
“Yes?” He whispered as he tugged on her ear with his teeth.
For a brief second, he thought she might beg. That was such a rare thing from her; something she only willingly did when he made it abundantly clear that that’s what he wanted from her. But then her gaze turned to steel as her eyes met him with a fiery passion that might as well have brought him to his figurative knees. “You know exactly what I want,” She whispered. “And I’d dare say you’re eager too, my love.”
“How bold of you,” Vergil said.
Her arms moved to her sides, and she pushed herself up just enough to meet his gaze. “And you love it.”
He growled as he pushed her back against the couch and practically crashed into her lips to kiss her with as much passion and ferocity as he could manage. Finding her entrance was trivial, but he was slow to push himself in. She sucked in a sharp breath, and he waited while her body adjusted. But when he didn’t move, she said, “I’m fine, Vergil. Don’t hold back for my sake.”
His eyebrow shot up as he watched her. Her eyes still had that cloudy sheen they always did in the throes of passion. She was sweating, though he was certain she had come home that way. Her body was shaking, yet he realized it might not have been exhaustion. And while Vergil didn’t like showing hesitation in anything he did, she was too important to him to risk hurting. “Are you certain.”
“Yes,” Was her quick answer as she reached up to brush his cheek. “I may have had a long day, but I’ll always be ready for you.”
That was all Vergil needed to hear. He bottomed out in one stroke, pushing her knees back just slightly for a different angle. Her back arched, pushing him even further as her head sunk into the couch. He waited for her to relax, kissed her as a sort of encouragement, and waited for a nod of approval before he moved again. And despite her eagerness, Vergil refused to rush. Each thrust was slow and methodical, hitting slightly deeper and at different angles until she moaned in pure bliss. “Vergil…” She whispered in pure reverence. And he absolutely relished it. Hearing his name over and over as he made her his again and again…. It was almost enough to undo him right then and there.
“I love you.” She whispered.
He kissed her again, hiding his own groan of pleasure. Everything about her was perfect. Her body and how it stretched for him again and again. Her unrelenting heat and how silky her walls were as they clamped down on him. The curve of her breasts as he ran his hand over them, or her hips on days he pinned them down. Her voice when it proclaimed her love to the heavens.
“I…”
He wanted so badly to say it. He’d said it before once or twice, but always when he had time to think about it, and only on special occasions. She was always forthcoming with her emotions. Always willing to share everything with him. But it was always so difficult for Vergil. Words always escaped him when he wanted them the most.
“I… you…”
Her hand brushed his cheek and she smiled. “It’s okay, Vergil,” She whispered. “I understand.”
No.
It wasn’t okay.
Vergil cared too much to give up.
He pressed his forehead to hers as he pushed himself in as deep as he could go. She shuddered, but her eyes remained on his just as he always asked. And as the last of him spilled deep within her, Vergil finally found the words he wanted so badly to say.
“I love you.”
Her eyes fluttered shut and her smile widened. “Good boy.”
Vergil scowled in her general direction as he removed himself. Her legs dropped unceremoniously around him as all the tension in her body melted away. He didn’t bother with their clothes, electing to scoop her into his arms instead. “Bath, I’m assuming?”
“Only if you join me so I don’t fall asleep and drown.” She said as her head fell against his chest.
“Did I not just re-energize you?”
“You did,” She said with a smile. “But then you stole it all, leaving me an empty husk that really needs a nap.”
“That’s over-dramatic.”
She carefully lifted herself to kiss his cheek and whispered. “And you love that too.”
Soft!Vergil x Fem!Reader
Because Papa Vergil changing his plans to take care of you and his baby is the only thing that matters right now
You waddled into the guest bedroom were your boyfriend and brother-in-law sat trying to build a crib. You watched as the two bickered, a half built crib next to them. You chuckled, amazed that the two 18 year olds were even sitting here right now trying to put the thing together.
"It's this piece you idiot," Vergil says.
Dante glares at his brother, snatching the bar from him and putting it into the slot. "I told you it was this one Verg."
Vergil rolled his eyes. In doing so, he noticed you standing in the door way.
"What are you doing up sparrow?" Vergil asks. "You should be resting."
Since the day you told Vergil a baby was growing inside you, the male had been super worried about you. Being part demon meant that some of those genes were gonna transfer down the tree. Knowing how hard and sometimes violent demon births were, and how much trouble his own mother had giving birth to him and his brother, he was constantly worried about you. He fed you all the food you wanted or craved, made sure you got all the rest you needed, kept you hydrated, and didn't let you carry a single thing.
While you were only 5 months in, your belly was already big and round. You were at the point of waddling, Vergil even carrying you when you complained of your feet hurting.
You rolled your eyes. "I'm not going to suddenly faint hun. Besides, I'm really hungry right now," you reply.
Vergil turns to look at his brother for a moment before hopping up from his spot on the ground.
"Dont-"
"I know."
Vergil nods before leading you out to the kitchen. He kept a protective arm around you as the two of you walked down the hall. He leads you over to the couch, settling you down with a blanket before walking into the kitchen.
"Did you have anything in particular you wanted sparrow?" Vergil asks.
"Anything you make will be good," you reply.
Vergil smiles, turning to get some things together. The older twin learned how to make a few things from spending so much time with his mother when he was younger. Eva taught him how to cook and bake as much as she could in their time together and to this day, Vergil is glad it's something he could carry with him.
Within seconds, the comforting smell of Eva's beef stew filled the air. While you never got to meet the wonderful lady, you're glad that you had her son's in your life.
You met Vergil first in Fortuna, the man having much different plans for his life before meeting you. With whatever charm you possessed, you were able to steer him away from his power seeking adventure and the half demon made quite the house husband.
To the blue devil's dismay, you ended up meeting Dante upon asking Vergil to meet whatever family he had left. Though the twins weren't happy with one another at the time, you've become someone the boys could agree on.
Vergil clearly loved you a lot, even Dante could see that even if his brother wouldn't say it out loud.
Dante began to see you as a little sister in your time in his life. Quickly finding out he was going to be an uncle now too surprised the red devil but he was glad to have a family once again.
Once Vergil finished, he brought you a bowl of the beef stew with white rice sitting underneath. You thanked the blue devil as he came around and sat down with you on the couch.
Vergil wrapped an arm around your shoulders, you instinctively leaning against the male.
"How's building the crib going?" you ask.
Vergil huffed, making you giggle. "Dante's making it more difficult than it needs to be."
"I think it's cute he wants to be apart of all of this," you reply. "Even with this business you two are now co-owning."
Since finding out about the baby, Vergil decided to take up his brother's offer on joining him at Devil May Cry. The blue devil had to get money for the baby and you some how.
"I'm glad you stayed. I don't know what I'd do without either of you," you mumble.
Vergil feels his heart ache for a moment. He really was trying to get himself locked in hell for eternity instead of being here with his brother or you before all of this. Now he sits here, awaiting the birth of his son while yelling at his brother on how to properly put a crib together.
Vergil shakes his head, chuckling before kissing the top of your head. "I love you too much to give this up. Even if Dante is a headache sometimes."
You smile, finishing the bowl off. You hand it to Vergil, the male taking it and filling it back up before returning to your warmth.
"What are we going to name him?" you ask. You were looking down at the bump resting on your lap. Vergil looked down as well, thinking for a moment.
"What would you like sparrow?" Vergil asks.
You look up at the male. Your eyes however focus on something behind him. Sitting on the arm rest of a near by chair, sat his black scarf which he normally tucked into the collar of his vest. Said vest rested on the seat of the chair.
"Nero."
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The day finally came for the baby boy to be born. Vergil woke early in the morning to you pacing across the room. He was confused until he noticed a new scent in the air. The scent of labor.
Now Vergil laid on the couch shirtless, a newborn baby boy laying atop him. Something about skin to skin contact made human babies bond to their parents and Vergil, despite being hesitant, indulged you.
The boy was born with a demonic looking right forearm but it didn't seem to bother him in anyway. It fascinated the other two devils seeing as they hadn't been born with traits like this but maybe it had to due with the boy being a quarter. Vergil told himself he'd look into it later.
Nero was a quiet baby for the most part, it was almost perfect. This was until the child could talk and uncle Dante taught him new words. Dante also taught the boy about weapons quiet early.
"Dante! He's 4!," Vergil yells
"Old enough to start wielding Yamato," Dante replies with a smile.
Vergil growls, you being the only one to calm the two.
Speaking of you, you came out of the birth extremely exhausted. Demon births are no joke, even just a quarter one like Nero. You bounced back however relatively quickly, something Vergil found interesting but overall glad to see you doing alright.
Nero did end up learning how to wield Yamato but not until he was 8 to his fathers wishes. Despite the danger you were constantly worried about the child getting into, you were also very proud to see how quickly Nero picked up on everything. Maybe it had something to do with those demon genes.
"He'll make a fine demon hunter," Dante says.
"Once he's 18," you reply. "He still needs to learn about the human world."
"Mommy gonna teach him everything he needs to know?" Dante asked.
"You two can't. Besides, I think he'll enjoy getting to fight you guys much more once I teach him a few things," you reply.
Dante raised an eyebrow to this, but didn't ask. Instead, the two of you turn to watch Vergil 'fight' his son. You watch as Nero stabs his father with a plastic replica Dante had commissioned for him, Vergil faking his death as he kneels to the ground. Nero kicks his father over, putting his foot on his stomach and raising his sword in victory.
"Good job Nero!" Dante yells.
"Amazing son!" You chime in.
Nero smiles, running over to Dante. "Did you see me!?"
"I did! You did great bud."
Vergil smiles, getting off the ground and walking over to you. "He's learning quickly."
"I'd say he has some good teachers," you reply.
"I don't know if I can argue that for Dante."
You laugh, Vergil pulling you in for a hug and kissing the top of your head. You both look over to see Dante softly throwing Nero in the air and catching him, the boy laughing as he landed. With another throw, two pale blue wings sprout from the boys back keeping him afloat. His arm glowed a little before the wings disappeared and the boy fell back into uncle Dante's arms.
Dante looks over at you two amazed, Nero still laughing from being tossed in the air. You were equally amazed, looking between Vergil and your son. Vergil smiled, making another note to teach Nero about who he is soon.
