Dante gets phalloplasty at some point and when Vergil finds out while they're in hell post-5, I just know he goes crazy for it. Bro is chocking on that thang like glug-glug 24/7, I don't know how they're managing to kill demons.
He doesn't realize what he's doing is him being trans at all (aka making himself masc + giving himself a dick) and THEN, DMC 3 rolls around and Dante is like "oh you're transgender? cool!" and Vergil, of course, is like im what
(Later however he realizes he's more intersex and just Not Human Gender Binary, but only because Dante does FIRST being the bi nb icon I feel he is)
But he comes back post DMC 5 after being V and talks to Dante about it and Dante goes "Oh yeah, I figured that out after I met Nero!" and this becomes a Long side quest of identity after his larger one of DMC 5 but also family etc etc etc
Bonus points if he passes out after realizing he's not cis Zuko style
ok, since it's Pride month, I thought it would be a good idea to give y'all some headcanons I have for the DMC crew!
Dante - honestly im stuck on if hes either bi or pan but hes definitely non binary (totally not projecting) goes by any pronouns
Vergil - TRANS 100% im not changing my mind and i feel like he would be Demi cause like this man wants emotional connection with someone (like neros mom)
Lady - def a lesbian (do i really need to elaborate?) also shes also so down bad for trish
Trish - shes definitely bi but more leaning to girls (she knows that lady is down bad for her but pretends not to know and hiding the fact she is too)
Nero - hes literally having a mid life crisis cause like he doesnt know if hes bi or not (he definitely is hes just denying it and everyone knows) (also another thing him and kytrie arent together to me like their literally siblings cause of her parents adopted him so kyrie is dating nico instead) but hes definitely non binary like dante. he goes by he/they.
well anyway these were my headcanons PLEASE TELL ME YALLS I WANNA KNOW!!!!
sparda twins | teen and up audiences | pre-dmc3 | infant nero | transfem twins | chapters 2/4 | 11.4k words
Dante stares at her. “No way. He has to be, like, nearly a year old. That is not your son.”
“If you say so, then all other evidence must be thrown out the window now, must it?”
“Shut up, no way - no way you’re an irresponsible teen mom.”
Vergil’s face twists at the description. “I am not a teen mother—”
Nero grabs her nose, startling her. Dante laughs. “See? He’s telling you to shut up too.”
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Vergil finds out she's a mother before the raising of the Temen-ni-gru. This changes remarkably little.
(In which the love was there. And it did not save her.)
I am not the type to really post smut to tumblr, but this is much more of prose of self exploration and disappointment - I feel it attributes more to dysphoria, if anything.
18+, minors dni.
To Touch; (Bare) Sin
Vergil attempts to give himself some down time. It doesn't go as expected and brings up more questions than answers, more frustration than relief.
It was cold.
His feet were cold and he was all to aware of how shallow his breathes had become, stuck in his throat as though someone was going to leap out of the shadows and catch him in the act, fully aware that there was no one in Devil May Cry or even distantly around it - he had made sure everyone had an errand, something distant and meager enough not to cause suspicion.
His fingers were cold as he brushed aside white hair, the trail leading down to a natural fringe, folds lying where he ached for something else - something far too small in this form.
(Dante would never understand the allure of his demon form, not when he was born with it - he didn't understand the euphoria that came with being inhuman.)
Fingers drug against the spot all the same, his breathe catching too sensitive and yet not hardly ground enough against the small nub that lay hidden under fold, teeth biting into his lower lip as he swallowed his discomfort.
The wet - the warmth that came with it rose slowly, and he found himself nearly in tears from disgust as the fluid coated his fingers, shiny and scented of simply what he could only think to be sweat and meat, snatching them away before drawing a glove over the hand and trying again.
Better. It was... better. The fabric built between his fingers and the unwelcome pit at his center left him feeling a little more secure in deriving any sort of pleasure from mashing what he could only think of as pleasurable nodes, continuing it out and building up.
Fantasizing about control - his own terms of release, his own parts (demonic may they be to him, human to others), his own fluids.
His eyes squeezed shut, stiffening and speeding up his motions as orgasm took him under, for a few brief moments he felt ecstasy and then--
nothing.
There was no afterglow to commute to his efforts, no pleasure to be derived after it had been said and done.
Vergil was not one to cry at a loss, but hot, angry tears welled up all the same.
Denial of the self for so long, and for a few measly seconds of adrenaline.
Flipping onto his stomach, he buried his face into his pillow - he'd wash up in a few minutes, letting the unease roil in his gut sickeningly.
If it made him a demon to feel at home in his body, so be it - the experiment he had done was humiliating and he had never felt so cast aside by himself.
Inhumanity beckoned like a siren and he in turn let it seep into every pore - perhaps it was his true form, this 'sin devil trigger' as Dante called it.
Thinking about Dante chosing that name for himself in honor of Vergil whom of which in his youth was assumed dead. As he faintly remembers the name from one of the many books his twin would read to him.
Thinking about Vergil naming himself that because of his readings.
Both completely unaware by some string of fate they chose matching names for themselves. Even while apart.
