DP x DC AU — The Hermit Who Accidentally Got Adopted by the League of Assassins
Danny Fenton is seventeen when everything finally becomes too much.
The GIW is closing in.
His parents are getting too close to the truth.
Dan and Dani—de-aged, confused, his responsibility—need somewhere safe.
So Danny runs.
He flies as far as he can think to go.
The middle of nowhere.
Deep in the Rocky Mountains.
Miles from civilization.
He finds an abandoned house, fixes it up just enough to survive, and disappears from the world.
Becomes a ghost story.
A hermit.
A kid raising two even younger kids in the wilderness.
Danny adapts.
He hunts.
He cooks.
He learns to patch wounds and set bones.
He tucks Dan and Dani in at night and pretends everything is okay.
He becomes—
A mom.
Then one night, he finds a body in the snow.
Barely alive.
Bleeding out.
Dangerous, even unconscious.
Danny hesitates for all of two seconds before hauling her inside.
Because that’s just who he is.
Talia al Ghul wakes up three days later.
In a stranger’s home.
Healed.
Alive.
She is not used to debts.
Especially not ones like this.
She watches.
The boy—Danny—moves through the house with quiet efficiency.
He cooks.
Cleans.
Checks on the two younger children constantly.
They cling to him like he’s the center of their world.
And perhaps he is.
Talia understands that kind of responsibility.
“You should not have saved me,” she tells him one evening.
Danny shrugs.
“You needed help.”
“That is not a sufficient reason.”
“It is for me.”
She learns more.
The hunters chasing him.
The experiments.
The fear.
The way he never fully relaxes.
The way he always keeps the children close.
This is not a safe environment for them.
This is survival.
Talia makes a decision.
One she considers… generous.
Danny wakes up to a blade at his throat.
Talia smiles calmly.
“Do not struggle. This will be easier if you cooperate.”
Danny, who has fought ghosts, clones, and government agents, just sighs.
“…You’re kidnapping me, aren’t you.”
“Yes.”
“…Do I at least get to pack?”
The League of Assassins is not prepared.
For Danny.
For Dan.
For Dani.
Danny adapts immediately.
He organizes.
He cooks.
He patches up injured assassins without question.
He enforces bedtime.
He somehow becomes a stable presence in a place built on violence.
Dan starts fights.
Dani explores everything.
Danny apologizes for both.
Constantly.
Talia watches it all with quiet satisfaction.
The boy needed protection.
The children needed structure.
And she—
Has repaid her debt.
The League now has:
• one feral ghost teen with terrifying power
• two chaotic children with even worse tendencies
• a surprisingly effective “caretaker” who has somehow domesticated assassins
No one is entirely sure how it happened.
But the League has never run more efficiently.
Somewhere far away, certain vigilantes are going to have a lot of questions.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ With his nose always stuck in a book.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Dreams of a better life away from the family buisness.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Seems to finds himself kidnapped constantly (and often bounded).
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Would totally fall in love with anyone that gifted him a giant library.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Monsterfucker.
Dean Winchester as… Mulan.
BE A MAN
➶⊹ ࣪ ˖ Has to bring honor to the family.
➶⊹ ࣪ ˖ Daddy’s perfect little soldier.
➶⊹ ࣪ ˖ Forced to “be a man” ever since he was a child in order to protect those he loves.
➶⊹ ࣪ ˖ “Help me not to make a fool of me / And to not uproot my family tree / Keep my father standing tall.”
➶⊹ ࣪ ˖ Bisexual icon.
⋆˚࿔ HERO VERSION:
Sam Winchester as… Milo Thatch.
YOU'RE NOT ALONE, YOU'LL FIND YOUR HOME
𓇼⋆ ｡˚ Awkward bookworm.
𓇼⋆ ｡˚ Always the odd one out, spends his life searching for his place in the world.
𓇼⋆ ｡˚ Very smart, but also a total idiot.
𓇼⋆ ｡˚ Empathetic, understanding, openminded.
𓇼⋆ ｡˚ Falls for the supernatural girl.
Dean Winchester as… Flynn Rider.
ON AN ISLAND THAT I OWN / TANNED AND RESTED AND ALONE / SURROUNDED BY ENORMOUS PILES OF MONEY
˖.𖤓 ݁٠࣪˖˚⋆ Charming, reckless, witty.
˖.𖤓 ݁٠࣪˖˚⋆ Lawless rascal who’s actually just a softie in disguise.
˖.𖤓 ݁٠࣪˖˚⋆ Honorable bastard.
˖.𖤓 ݁٠࣪˖˚⋆ “Here comes the smolder.”
˖.𖤓 ݁٠࣪˖˚⋆ Would cry if they got his nose wrong in his wanted posters.
NOTES: I really love making modboards omg. my brain has been fucking dry and dusty lately, so I decided to have a bit of fun and make these. hope you like them, tell me if you agree or if you'd assign each brother a different character, and let me know if you'd like me to do another one with disney villains. anyway, love you!
Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader, Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Derek, Y/N, Sam, Dean, Eli
Description: Y/N ran away from your brothers and your home to build a quiet life of your own with Derek Hale and your son, Eli. She never expected her brothers to find her again—especially not because their car broke down outside her family's auto shop.
A/N: Crossover between Supernatural and Teen Wolf.
The garage smells of motor oil, cedar, and summer rain. It's your favorite smell. Not because of the grease on your jeans or the old radio crackling in the corner, but because this place is home. You lean on the workbench, arms crossed, watching your husband and son argue over a carburetor like it really matters.
"It's supposed to sound like that," Eli insists.
Derek doesn't even look up from under the hood of the Camaro. "If it's rattling, something's loose."
"It's character."
"It's negligence."
"It's vintage!"
"It's broken."
Eli groans dramatically. "Mom."
You snort. "He's got you there, sweetheart."
"Betrayal," Eli gasps.
Derek finally steps out, grease on his cheek. He looks good like this, with messy dark hair, rolled-up flannel sleeves, and eyes full of amusement. He catches you staring. You don't look away. You haven't for fifteen years.
He walks over and hooks an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You always take his side."
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
You grin. "I always side with whoever isn't acting like an old man."
Derek huffs. "I am thirty-nine."
"And spiritually seventy."
Eli laughs. Derek tries to glare at both of you, but it doesn't really work. You smile at him, and his face softens right away. You remember the first time he looked at you like that. Like peace was possible. Like the world hadn't worn you down yet.
You left home at eighteen. Not because you hated Sam, or Dean, or even your dad. You hated what hunting turned you all into. You hated motel rooms and funerals. You hated that Dean slept with a knife under his pillow at twelve, that Sam jumped at loud noises, and that sometimes your dad looked at you and saw a soldier, not his daughter.
You wanted something different. Honestly, you wanted normal. Maybe marrying a werewolf in Beacon Hills wasn't exactly normal, but it was your life.
"Mom?" You blink.
Eli is waving a wrench in your face. "You good?"
"Yeah." You smile. "Just thinking."
"About how right I am?"
"About how you inherited your father's stubbornness."
"I inherited your charm."
Derek snorts. You point at him. "See? Rude."
The bell over the garage door jingles. You look up without thinking. Suddenly, everything stops. A black, dust-covered Chevy Impala is outside. It's familiar. Too familiar. Your stomach drops. No. No, no, no. The driver's door opens. Dean Winchester steps out. He's older, with crow's feet and a worn leather jacket, but still unmistakably Dean. You haven't seen him in almost twenty years. The passenger door opens. Sam gets out, hair longer, face softer, still impossibly tall.
You stop breathing. Dean glances toward the garage, casual at first. Then he sees you. All the color and irritation leave his face. He just stares. Sam follows his gaze and freezes. The wrench slips from your hand and clatters on the concrete. Derek straightens right away.
Eli looks between all of you. "...Mom?"
Nobody answers. Dean takes one step forward.
His voice breaks. "Dahlia?"
You haven't heard your name in his voice in almost two decades. And somehow, he still says it like you're something precious. You swallow. Try to smile. "Hey, Dean."
He looks like you've shot him. Sam covers his mouth. "Oh, my God."
You panic right away. This is why you left—not because you didn't love them, but because you loved them too much. You throw up your hands. "So." No one moves. You laugh nervously. "This is... weird."
Dean makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "Dahlia."
You nod rapidly. "Still me."
"You—" He points at you helplessly. "You died!"
"I did not!"
"You disappeared!"
"Different thing!"
"You sent one postcard!"
"It was a good postcard!"
"It was from Ohio!"
"It was scenic!"
Sam starts laughing. Actually laughing. Tears streaming down his face. You stare at him. He stares back. And then, without warning, because apparently, twenty years mean absolutely nothing at all, he marches across the garage and hugs you so hard your feet leave the floor.
You squeak. "Sam!"
"You idiot!"
You laugh. "Oh, we're starting with insults?"
"You vanished!"
"I know!"
"We thought you were dead!"
"I KNOW!" His shoulders shake. You stop laughing. Sam’s crying. "I'm sorry."
His voice comes out muffled. "You missed everything."
Your throat closes. "I know."
Dean's standing a few feet away. Not moving. Just staring. Like if he blinks, you'll disappear again.
You smile shakily. "Hey."
He shakes his head. "You are such an asshole."
You burst out laughing. "There he is."
Dean crosses the garage in three strides and crushes you against him. You make an undignified noise. "Oh my God, I can't breathe."
"Good."
"You missed me."
"I hated you."
"You missed me."
"So much."
And suddenly Dean is crying too. It's both shocking and, honestly, feels like it shouldn't be allowed. You pat his back awkwardly. "Ew."
"Shut up."
"Ew."
"I will throw you."
"You cried first."
"I HATE YOU."
You grin into his jacket. "No, you don't."
"No." His voice cracks. "No, I really don't."
"...Okay." Eli looks at Derek. "So."
Derek nods. "So."
"Mom has brothers."
"Apparently."
"And one of them cried."
Dean lets go immediately. "I did not."
"You absolutely did."
"You saw nothing."
Eli grins. "You cried over your baby sister."
Dean points at him. "You."
"Me."
"Who are you?"
Eli looks scandalised. "You don't know me?"
"I found out my sister's alive thirty seconds ago!"
Eli gasps. "Mom."
You sigh. "Dean, Sam, this is Eli." Eli straightens proudly. "Your nephew."
Dean looks like someone hit him with a truck. Sam makes a choking noise. "You have a kid?"
You blink. "...Obviously?"
"You have a whole teenager!"
"Rude."
"A WHOLE TEENAGER!"
"I'm sixteen!" Eli protests.
Dean points at you. "You had a whole life!" You wince. "Yeah." The room goes quiet. No one is angry. They're just sad.
Sam looks around the garage: At the tools, the old truck, at Derek standing beside you, and at the wedding ring on your finger. His eyes soften. "You look happy." You look at Derek automatically. He smiles at you. Like he always does. Steady. Certain. Safe. "I am."
Sam smiles, and maybe that's enough.
"WAIT." Dean whips around.
"You." Derek blinks.
"You married my sister."
"Oh God," you mutter.
Derek sighs. "Yes."
Dean narrows his eyes. "You're a werewolf."
"Correct."
"You married my baby sister."
"Also correct."
Dean turns to Sam. "Do you wanna kill him?"
"No."
"A little?"
"No."
You point at Dean. "You are forty-seven years old."
"And protective!"
"I'm literally older than my marriage!"
"You ran away!"
"YES."
Dean groans. "This sucks."
Eli is having the time of his life. "So." He rubs his hands together. "Family dinner?" Everyone looks at him.
Dean laughs. "What?"
Eli stares. "I just found out I have uncles."
"You do."
"And one cries."
Dean points threateningly. "You are my least favourite nephew."
"I'm your only nephew."
"Still."
Eli grins. "So, dinner?" You laugh. Derek looks resigned, Sam looks hopeful, and Dean looks terrified. Which, of course, means the answer is yes.
Dinner is chaos. Exactly like you remember. Dean steals food off your plate. You slap his hand. Sam washes dishes because, apparently, he's become responsible. You accuse him of being replaced by a shapeshifter. Eli demands childhood stories.
Dean immediately says, "Your mom cried because a raccoon stole her sandwich."
"I WAS NINE."
"You chased it."
"IT WAS MY SANDWICH."
"You lost."
"It cheated."
Sam is wheezing. Derek is smiling into his beer. What a traitor.
"You climbed a tree to get away from Dad," Sam offers.
You point at him. "I was making a statement."
"You got stuck."
"I WAS MAKING A STUCK STATEMENT."
Eli falls out of his chair laughing. You groan. "This is totally unfair."
Dean grins. "No, sweetheart." Hearing that nickname catches you off guard. Sweetheart. He hasn't called you that since you were seventeen. His grin softens. "You just forgot how annoying your family is."
Your eyes sting. You did forget. Or maybe you convinced yourself you had to. You look around the table - at Sam, at Dean, at Derek beside you, at Eli laughing so hard he's crying - and suddenly, you realise something. You spent years thinking you had to choose: the Winchesters or the Hales, the life you left or the one you built. But maybe families aren't like houses. Maybe they're more like constellations: messy, scattered, but still connected by love.
Dean catches you looking. "What?"
You smile. "Nothing."
Sam shakes his head. "You're crying."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm literally a sheriff's deputy."
"You are emotionally compromised."
You point at Dean. "He cried first."
"I WILL DENY IT."
Eli raises his hand. "I witnessed it."
"Traitor."
"Love you too, Uncle Dean."
Dean stops. Actually stops. His expression goes soft. Careful. Like he's handling something fragile. He smiles. Small. Real. "Yeah." He ruffles Eli's hair. "Love you too, kid."
And somehow, in this little house you built from scraps and second chances, with a werewolf husband, a mischievous son, and brothers you thought were gone forever, you finally understand what you've been searching for all your life.
Not normal. Never normal. Just this: people who find their way back to you, people who stay, people who love you enough to let you go and love you enough to welcome you home.
It's Supernatural. It's Supernatural. YES. IT IS. SUPERNATURAL.
I KNOW. But I love it so, SO MUCH. YOU GUYS DON'T UNDERSTAND.
And SO. I put Amir and Quincy in the place of Sam and Dean Winchester. They just got out of a hunt and got zapped by a demon. It could've been avoided is all I'm gonna say. And it's nobody's fault. AHEM.
(Good Omens and Supernatural crossover if you squint)
This was an Anon request, and I'm so sorry, Anon! I accidentally deleted your request😭. Also, you were one of the very first requests I had, but this one took me so long because I had so many ideas, yet none of them were concrete!
I couldn't decide what kind of angel representation the reader would be. A biblical-adjacent? DmC: Reboot (2013) nephlism? Or smth silly like the Angels in Good Omens and supernatural? (I couldn't decide, so I did a bit of mix-and-match.)
Also, are angels a known entity in the DMC universe? I mean, they are technically canon in both DMC and DmC, but there is little to no lore about them. Anyway, I'll stop rambling and hope you get to read it and enjoy it regardless, anon!
Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero and V.
WC: ~2700
-> My masterlist
Dante Sparda
First Impression…
The twins are by far the most knowledgeable about otherworldly lore. So if angels are well-known entities, Dante had probably met a few like you already.
Now, if he has no idea that angels existed, that's a whole other story.
Because what do you MEAN ANGELS EXISTED THIS WHOLE TIME?!
Where have you guys been when the world was getting plagued with demons? Chillin in heaven?
My man could’ve used a hand when the Qlippoth started eating the city away.
Honestly? He doesnt really believe until you show some of your powers.
I mean, you gotta exorcise some demon with divine light before he goes “Oh, shit, you are for real.”
As long as you guys are on the same side, he is surprisingly chill about it.
Albeit, he is intrigued. He makes a lot of half-joking questions, but the inquisitiveness behind them is genuine.
“So… can you turn the water into wine? It'd be cool to know if you have any abilities to alter physical matter. Plus, hella of a party trick if I'm being honest.”
“Does the Halo have any actual purpose, or does it just look sick?”
“Are Angels bulletproof? Asking for a friend.”
With a biblically accurate half-angel Reader…
In this hypothetical scenario, you look like a normal human but have an “ANGEL TRIGGER” that can turn you into a biblically accurate angel.
You know the picture, too many wings, creepy eyes, divine light, a penchant for violence in the name of judgment and righteousness.
Dante's live reaction:
“What the actual fuck.”
He is impressed, a little bit put off, sure, but what did you expect?
“Next time you turn into that… thing, give me a heads-up. I almost shot you outta reflex.”
If you are a skilled warrior who fights for humanity, he will come to respect you and, eventually, make you "part of the family" with Lady, Trish and the others.
Expect a lot of questions about heaven, god, and the afterlife.
Maybe he once asked you if one of his deceased loved ones is in heaven.
But probably because you are half-Angel and not fully a celestial being, you have little to no answer to most of his questions.
With a Good-Omens/ Supernatural-adjacent half-angel Reader…
In this version, you are odd, awkward and like an alien trying to learn how to behave like a human.
While not fully human or fully angel. You don't belong to either world; you are too strange and mystical to be a human, and not holy enough to belong with the angels.
Dante relates to that: “It's just like my life! In a way…”
You would be incredibly powerful, just not as flashy.
Instead of divine, otherworldly power, you have heavenly protocols and HR complaints.
You are the warrior of god, but you look like an underpaid, white-collar employee who just finished working overtime.
He finds it hilarious how you try to blend in with the humans, but fail miserably. (You remind him of Vergil post the Qlipphot ordeal.)
It isn't that you don't understand social interactions or emotions; You are just unnatural and stiff at them.
He finds it endearing tho.
Loves how you refer to other powerful celestial entities as your coworkers.
Although you are insanely powerful and could easily take out most demons. Dante kind of secretly grows protective of you.
Some romantic headcanons!
Expect a LOT of nicknames. Some cheesy like “Angel”, “Cupid” or "Cherub", some more teasing, borderline mean like: “My Guardian Asshole”, “Sleep Paralysis Angel” or “Divine Nightmare Fuel”
We know Dante; he makes fun of you, but he'll follow you until the end.
Your presence fills him with ease and serenity. I mean, your entire existence is the living proof that there is good, redemption, and peace. Or at least some concept of it.
That thought alone calms him, scares him a bit, too, but calms him either way.
Very protective of you, not only of demons, but of humans who tried to take advantage of your naivety and goodwill.
Flirty as hell, too. Quite smooth, may I add.
“So, what happens if we kiss? Do I get smited or sanctified?”
“Depends on how good you are.”
“Guess I'd better make it count, then.”
Vergil Sparda
First Impression…
Like Dante, he’s been knee-deep in demon lore his whole life. So if he heard of Angels, he wouldn't be impressed —maybe curious, but that's it.
Now, if he had never heard of Angels before, that's a whole other can of worms.
First of all, the idea that heaven exists... It unnerves him a bit.
Like he knew that if heaven existed, there was no way he would be able to get in there, but having the confirmation wasn't so nice.
Now, I maintain the hcn that Vergil is a huge ass nerd, only with a big katana and zero social grace.
Therefore, once you two warm up a bit and he decides you are worth his time, expect to be bombarded with questions.
You could be having an afternoon snack, and he would walk up to you and nonchalantly say:
“Does your kind have regenerative abilities? If so, how much? Could you hypothetically grow a new limb after having it severed?”
“Evening to you, too, Vergil.”
He is really, REALLY curious about what would happen if the Yamato split you in two.
But because you made abundantly clear that you would prefer not to be stabbed and impaled to death, he has to keep that curiosity to himself.
The convo went something like this:
“I once separated my human-half from my demonic-half with the Yamato. I wonder if you would be open to… try it yourself?”
“I would rather not... if it is all the same for you.”
With a biblically accurate half-angel Reader…
Now, following the whole Angel Trigger ordeal. The first time you turned into that, you almost blinded the poor man.
After the jump scare, he is pretty chill about it, surprisingly. If you are his ally, then you are no threat he has to worry about.
Yes, maybe you are a bit unsettling to look at... But hey! His SDT isn't going to win any beauty contest any time soon. So, who is he to judge?
Again, he has a lot of questions.
He wants to know if there is a way to attain your divine power to make himself more powerful.
If it's possible, you bet your ass you just give this man another life mission.
With a Good-Omens/ Supernatural-adjacent half-angel Reader…
(Post DMC5 redeemed Vergil is literally Castiel from Supernatural, c’mon now.)
Finds you a bit… silly. Mildly ridiculous is the term he would have used.
But he can respect the power and discipline you hold. (AKA, appreciates the fact that you can lock in.)
I mean, honestly. If you are Aziraphale-coded (Bookish, polite, old-fashioned… British), you two get along frighteningly well. Maybe a bit too well. Y'all have inside jokes and all that shebang.
For example, you catch him borrowing your favourite poetry collection at least once.
While in general, he respects you and gets along with you. He DOES look upon you for being an underdog in the face of entities you cannot even comprehend.
You are chained to a divine power who sees you as expendable, a servant so close to being a slave. All of that hits him a bit too close to home with his whole time as Mundus's puppet.
I cannot stress this enough; if you are Aziraphale-adjacent and have a passion for books, discipline and structure… Well, congratulations! You've found a nerdy, tea-drinking, book club partner.
Of course, this will happen after a long time of knowing each other; it takes him a while to warm up. This is Vergil we are talking about.
Some romantic headcanons!
You will never catch him admitting it, but he finds your awkwardness kind of endearing.
For example, the fact that you hold so much power but have so little spatial and social awareness.
He calls you clumsy and preposterous, but he hides a smile every time he says it.
I cannot stress this enough: if you are Aziraphale coded, you two will get along like bread and butter.
You would have a kind of Crowley-Aziraphale relationship, in the sense that your optimism keeps his edges from turning razor-sharp.
He appreciates that you don't pity him, try to reform him or change him. He will always value your kind, understanding and unjudgmental nature.
If he ends up loving you, truly loving you. It hurts him every time he thinks about the end.
Because one day, you’ll both die. And when that day comes, you two will go to very different places.
Death will indeed do you two apart.
But oh, well… that’s the price of his choices, the weight of all the sins he’ll never atone for.
All he can do now is make the most of the limited time he has with you — while he still can.
Nero Sparda
First Impression...
“You’re a what now?”
Unlike his dad and uncle, this man is not as deep in demonology and other world lore. From his time in Fortuna, he kind of assumed that “angels” were just another kind of demon puppet, dressed prettier so more fools could be convinced to be turned into slaves.
Honestly, he doesn't believe you at first. He fought demons, gods, demon-gods, his uncle, his dad and so on. But the fact that Heaven is real, that's where he draws the line.
You should expect some interrogation, but Nero-style.
“Do you have beef with demons or…?”
Also, same reactions as Dante: Where the hell have Angels been when he was fighting for his life in Red Grave City?
Again, takes a while for him to be comfortable with the concept; he has a… complicated relationship with religion and doesn't take kindly to the lack of action from your kind in protecting humanity.
Eventually, he cools down, and he gets around it.
With a biblically accurate half-angel Reader…
“DUDE— WHAT THE FUCK, PUT IT BACK!” when you angel trigger for the first time.
He is not scared; he has seen worse, but he is just a bit overwhelmed.
Although he has to admit, you look kind of badass.
Wants to spar with you so badly to see your full, celestial force.
Honestly, kind of want to know everything about your kind and your life.
Has a lot of questions about religion, too.
And like his father, his questions would be absolutely tactless, but with even less grace.
He tried to poke one of the eyes on your wings “Do they feel things? Like, if I do this—” gets smacked instantly.
With a Good-Omens/ Supernatural-adjacent half-angel Reader…
He finds it both funny and slightly cringeworthy. But in a good way, like an endearing, second-hand embarrassment.
Fully teases you with slang you don't get.
“That's mid.”
“Is that an insult?”
“Depends on the vibe.”
“The what—”
But he also tries to help you blend in more easily. Mostly with mundane stuff, like helping you figure out phones, subway etiquette, and why people side-eye you for saying “greetings, mortal.”
Also, find it hilarious that you have a whole “heaven bureaucracy” thing going on. He has worked in minimum-wage jobs and poorly paid gigs before, and somehow you make your life sound even worse.
He tries to understand it, tho.
“So… that angel right there—”
“Archangel.”
“Right, archangel…is he like your boss? Your employee?”
“A little bit more complicated than that, but yes, indeed.”
“So you are just a holy… unpaid intern, then.”
“Well… yes.”
Some romantic headcanons!
Again, he finds it cute that you are awkward but have a good-spirited nature.
If you have the whole "I'm 300 years old, but I only spent about 5 minutes on earth, and it shows" kind of vibe, then he is very protective of you; he wants no one to take advantage of you and your obliviousness.
Extra: if you obey some sort of divine power/hierarchy, he hates it. He despises seeing you being used as a tool. He relates to that, to being reduced to nothing but a weapon, and it hits a bit too close to home.
“They don't own you, okay? You are your own person— or angel– or whatever.”
Tries to flirt, but isn't sure how.
“So, uh... did it hurt when you fell from the sky?”
“Umm..”
“Okay, that sounded better in my head, I know.”
First kiss is a bit awkward, too.
“So… is heaven cool with this or..?”
Nero has a type for calm, sweet and good-spirited people. So I think he would absolutely fall in love with an “Angelic-like” reader. Especially one that fights to do the right thing.
V Sparda
First Impression…
Oh, he is chill. A bit too chill, but chill nonetheless.
This man is used to the strange, and he is living in borrowed time; he doesnt have time to doubt the untangible questions of the universe.
Unlike Dante or Nero, he doesn’t care about the moral implications of angels failing to help when demons plagued and destroyed entire cities.
Plus, the V’s threshold for weirdness is close to nonexistent.
Like, he has three familiars casually around his shoulder, and one is a talking bird. His whole existence was born from some guy who decided to split himself on a random evening.
So, you being a half-angel? That's just another Tuesday.
To him, the existence of heaven, angels and a god is just one more impossible thing that exists in a world that doesn’t make much sense to begin with.
He will make the conscious effort to not think about it, not only because he doesn't have time for this shit, but also because he would overthink and spiral.
Therefore, he doesn’t ask many questions, and if you are a secretive person, he respects those boundaries.
He wrote it in his journal, something like “Met a celestial anomaly today. Polite.”
With a biblically accurate half-angel Reader…
When you transform into that, you almost blew the man away. Thank god Griffon was nearby.
Griffon screams, Shadow retreats and hisses like a cat. V…he just stares at you.
He has plenty of comments, but he keeps them to himself.
“Well… that's an awful lot of wings and eyes.”
He does have some unease about the existence of heaven, yes.
He can't help but think that if he is gone before he reunites with Vergil, what would happen to him? Would he be able to join heaven? He is like… a week old. Or does he still carry Vergil's sins within him?
And if he reunites with Vergil, would he “cease” to exist? Would his soul rest in an afterlife independently? Or would he rot in hell with Vergil?
It unnerves him, it absolutely does. But he knows you have little to no answers about it, since his case is very particular. So, he doesn’t push the issue further, even if it gnaws him internally.
With a Good-Omens/ Supernatural-adjacent half-angel Reader…
Again, like Vergil, if you are Aziraphale-adjacent in terms of personality. You two would get along wonderfully, and even more smoothly than Vergil.
And, unlike Vergil, he finds your moral diligence and discipline... intriguing rather than admirable.
“You follow rules even when no one's watching? Even for entities you cannot comprehend?”
“Absolutely.”
“Interesting. It couldn't be me, but it's interesting nonetheless.”
He finds your awkwardness endearing and relatable.
Also, he is not above finding the whole heaven paperwork/bureaucracy humorous.
“Do you have fill paperwork for every demon you exorcise?”
“Yes. It is greatly demanded of me.”
Trying to hold up his laugh. “...Astonishing.”
Griffon bullies you relentlessly
“Hey, feathers-for-brains. What's Heaven's life insurance like?”
“Ignore him, he thrives on blasphemy.”
Like Vergil, he doesnt flinch or care about your overly formal, slightly out-of-place manner of speaking. If anything, he feels right at home.
Like when, before finishing a demon, you say something like “Bless the souls of the sinful and the dammned, may god grant you the mercy I lack in the afterlife.”
He is like, Yes, you tell them, bestie.
Some romantic headcanons!
He is obnoxiously poetic about it. Your divinity? He feels like touching sunlight after years of being underground.
He thrives on your calmness and positivity; it balances his constant existential dread.
Loves when you quote scripture too.
Physical affection short-circuits him completely, especially from someone so holy and ethereal.
Omg, I cannot begin to imagine how annoying Griffon would be in your whole relationship. I just want you to expect relentless bullying. Shadow is chill about it, tho.
Lots of conversation about poetry; maybe you two bond over William Blake or Dante Alighieri.
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A/N-> Had such a good time writing this! And I loved the result. I want to write an Aziraphale! reader x Vergil or V so badly now!
