Hey diva! Do you have any relationship headcannons for the DMC men and ladies with a S/o (can be sfw or nsfw, your choice)
Have a great day!
DMC characters (The Men and the Ladies) as a partner. HCNS with GEN!Reader (Fluff, SFW and NSFW)
Thank you so much, sweetheart!
Because your request was a tad broad, it leaved me a bit blank on ideas, so I divided it into 5 categories with a headcanon each. A fluff/flirting hcn, their love language, Domesticity/ living together, some random SFW hcn and another spicy one. Hope you enjoy <3
Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Trish, Nico and Kyrie.
WC: ~2150
-> My masterlist
Dante
Flirting and Fluff: Flirts, flirts, flirts. I wouldn't call it words of affirmation, but this man is dropping cheesy one-liners like it’s his first language. It doesn't matter if you've been together for 10 minutes or ten years; he will still hit you with a “Did it hurt when you fell from the sky?” like he invented the line.
Love language: Physical touch all the waaaaay. Shameless, instinctive, constant. An arm around your shoulders, a hand resting on the hollow of your back, hugs from behind out of nowhere. He doesn't overthink it. If he wants you close, he makes it happen.
Domesticity/ living together hcn: Messy, chaotic, but lively. If you are laid-back like him, you'll mesh perfectly; if you are a neat freak, brace yourself. Living with Dante feels like dating your best friend: dishes in the sink, clothes everywhere, but also gossip in the dark, laughing nonstop and music blaring while you cook together.
Random SFW hcn: The type of man who loves showering with you. You’ll be halfway through when he barges in with zero warning. Sometimes it turns into something more, sometimes he just wants to be in the steam with you, murmuring nonsense of “To save on water bills” while the bastard hogs all the hot water.
Random NSFW hcn: All about quickies. He prefers multiple short rounds of heat over one long, drawn-out session. Plus, he recovers fairly quickly, give the man 15 minutes and he'll be as good as new for another round.
Vergil
Flirting and fluff: Doesn't flirt, at least not in the conventional sense. But once every full moon, he’ll drop a line so devastatingly sincere it leaves you wrecked for days. A cool, offhand whisper to your ear. “No one could ever compare to you.” He says it like it's nothing, but it leaves you rattled.
Love language: I'd say quality time first and acts of service second. This man's idea of love is sitting next to each other on a quiet afternoon, reading a book, and just enjoying each other's intimate silence and presence. His affection is understated but heavy with intent.
Domesticity/ living together hcn: Amazing listener and impeccable at respecting boundaries. And he expects his to be respected in return. If you are the type of person with many quirks, rituals, or specific ways of doing things, he notices and adapts. The kind of partner who remembers exactly how you take your tea or which side of the bed you prefer, without ever needing to be told twice.
Random SFW hcn: It is not big on PDA, not at all; it is just not his style. But he is always there, close and at your side. He might not be big on hand-holding or kissing, but he is always making sure you are safe, like your very own warden dog.
Extra: Unrelated to the previous hcn, but Vergil romantically, to me, feels very Darcy Fitzwilliam coded. Awkward, prideful and looks intimidating, but it's only a socially inept nerd. But underneath it all, burning with intensity, there is a man who yearns with a passion.
Random NSFW hcn: I feel that he is the most likely of the cast to practice Shibari. The only one who is patient and precise enough to actually study and master the craft and learn the intricate knot designs.
Another Extra because I can: Because, to me, this is a hard and set in stone dominant man, many would assume he could only be into “obedient”/ “Good” subs, but I think he would also be into Bratty subs too.
I think Vergil is the type that loves to be challenged and would prefer to "fight"/“force” his partner into submission rather than having them automatically submit.
Nero
Flirting and fluff: Blunt, awkward, and completely transparent. His flirting is 80% banter, 20% him blurting something heartfelt and then going red about it. You could tease him, and he will deny it, but secretly, he means every word.
Love language: Words of affirmation and quality time. He loves reassurance; it matters to him more than he'll ever admit. Plus, he loves being in the same room with you. Whenever you’re working on something, he’ll just come sit nearby, fidgeting with his Devil Breaker or scrolling through his phone. Sometimes he doesn't say much; he just wants you near.
Domesticity/ living together hcn: Very college roommate lifestyle meets part-time mechanic. Tools, jackets, and devil breakers parts are left around, but he tries to keep the shared spaces neat for your sake. Living with Nero feels like building a home with your bestie; clumsy and vivacious, there might be clashes here and there, but little by little, you two could end up building a house, one small victory at a time.
Random SFW hcn: He loves taking dumb, candid photos of you. Mid-bite, mid-yawn, hair a mess, all catalogued in his phone. If you catch him, he’ll laugh and say, “What? You’re cute all the time, deal with it.”
Random NSFW hcn: Loud, impatient, and intense. Nero is energetic, messy and passionate, and he likes sex that way. Often forgetting the concept of pacing. He's all teeth, groans, and nails running on his back, completely unable to hide how undone you make him. He might have ripped a shirt or a bra in the heat of the moment.
V
Flirting and fluff: To me, V is way more flirty than he appears to be. Much better with words than his counterpart, Vergil. His style is rather subtle, lowkey, delivered with a calm cadence and a little bit of mischief. Every compliment sounds intentional and like an eulogy.
Love language: Similarly, words of affirmation are his love language. He not only loves to give it but also to receive it. He would casually drop things like “You’ve done well”, “I am proud of you”, or “There is no one I would rather have by my side.”. He doesn't flatter; his words carry weight because he only speaks when he intends to.
Domesticity/ living together hcn: Surprisingly quiet and low-maintenance. He keeps to routines and doesn’t clutter your space. Honestly, what is more bothersome is having to deal with Griffon and a giant ass panther chilling in the living room. (idk how you're gonna explain that one to the landlord, my friend)
Random SFW hcn: I think he is the kind of person who likes to sketch a lot, might absentmindedly draw you on the margins of his journals.
Random NSFW hcn: If you have a praise kink, you found your man. Lots of verbal intimacy and eye contact combo: “Stay with me. You’re doing so well. Look at me.”
Lady
Flirting and fluff: She is not a smooth talker. She is a bit sharp on the edges. Her flirting is part insults, part sarcasm and part challenging you to keep up. A bit rowdy and dominant, too. The type to slung an arm around your waist and kissed you loudly on the cheek if she feels like it.
Love language: Acts of service and physical touch. She won't make a big deal out of it; she would fix your gun, patch your wounds or run errands for you without being asked. But she can be a bit shameless with physical contact, loves when you sit on her lap, in private, she would be the type of girlfriend that would slap your butt absolutely unprovoked and then grin and wink at you.
Domesticity/ living together hcn: Practical, she seems tidy-ish, but not fussy. She seems minimalist and simplistic in lifestyle. Like clean counters, weapons locked away, everything stocked. Living with her must feel steady and quiet. Lots of movie nights and chilling with a beer so she can ground herself after hunts.
Random SFW hcn: Loves carrying you around, doesn't matter if you are twice her size/height, she loves it, and she can. Do not give her anything of “But I'm too heavy!” Then she will pick you up just to prove a point. (I mean, she can carry Kalina Ann so effortlessly, Lady must have the ultimate sleeper build?) Bridal carry, over her shoulder, piggyback, even like a sack of potatoes, anything you can think of. Plus, she will do it at the most random times too, unprovoked, and you will never expect it (But you love it every time).
Random NSFW hcn: Like most of the women in DMC: This might be a femme dom, guys. Also, loves to bite and leave hickey marks all around you, huge marking/ownership kink.
Extra: After further introspection, I can also see her being a bratty bottom(?. Cuz the line between a femdom and a bratty woman can be quite blurry.
So, after some contemplation, I think she is a “Partner-dependent switch”, meaning that she can be fully dom with one person or fully sub with another, but never a full-on switch with the same partner.
Trish
Flirting and fluff: Very physical, when you are speaking, expect a lot of thigh touching, pulling a stray strand of hair behind your ear or leaning closer to whisper something to you.
Love language: Quality time and gift giving. The type of person that adores spoiling you, little luxuries like perfume, jewellery, clothes she thinks would suit you, or impulsive “this made me think of you” trinkets. Loves going on dates with you, cinema, a nice dinner or to a bakery, doesn't matter, she just wants to spend time with you.
Domesticity/ living together hcn: This is a messy girl, but in a hot/girly way ifywim, heels, makeup and jewellery everywhere. Lots of take-out, wine nights, movie nights, gossip over pasta dinner and doing a face mask together.
Random SFW hcn: Loves everything showers, she might as well have invented them. And you know what's better than having an everything shower on your own? Having your beloved partner next to you, and basically turning it into a SPA day.
Random NSFW hcn: A dominatrix. That's it, that's the hcn. Fully kinky too. Whips, leather and handcuffs. Not like Lady, who cannot be bothered to do all that, Trish will serve you the full performance. Hope you like it rough, though.
Nico
Flirting and fluff: She roasts you, a lot of pranks, jokes and banter: “Cute face, shame ‘bout the brain.” But she is always laughing with you rather than at you; either way, having a thick skin is advised.
Love language: Quality time, loves any excuse to spend some time with you. But also, acts of service. She is a handy person, and she will use it to her advantage. Does your pc need some cleaning? She is at it. Do you need to change a lightbulb or your car oil? She already did it. Not only do you have a girlfriend, but also an all-in-one mechanic, plumber, tech specialist and electrician.
Domesticity/ living together hcn: Chaos everywhere, shit ton of post-it notes stuck all around with things she needs to do, has already done, or she will never do. Also, tools and devil bringers are in the most odd places, like a kitchen cabinet or the bathroom.
Extra: This woman is a smoker, so if you have anything white, expect it to turn yellow extra fast. Plus, I hope you don't mind cigarettes butts and random half-empty lighters everywhere.
Random SFW hcn: I hope you are a heavy sleeper because she gives me the impression that she is a nightmare to sleep next to. The type that hogs all the bed, snores loudly, sleep talks and is always too hot but still steals all the mattress.
Random NSFW hcn: Loves spontaneous and messy sex, she doesn't like when intimacy is treated as this very serious, overly-complicated, ritualistic and very planned thing. For her, the best sex should be random and instinctual, keeping it fun, simple and laidback. As you might have guessed, she lives for quickies.
Kyrie
Flirting and fluff: Lots of sweet compliments and messages with emojis and cute memes/TikToks saying “Us”. Expect a lot of “Don't forget to sleep/drink some water/eat!”
Love language: Act of service. To no one's surprise. Lots of cooking for you, doing chores, and just trying to make your life smoother. Loves doing small things without being asked. Also, I think she enjoys receiving words of affirmation. I think she values it when you remind her that her efforts are never underappreciated.
Domesticity/ living together hcn: Like living with a grandma or a cottage-core girly. Everything is tidy, warm, cosy and smells nice. Thrives on routine but makes space for your things and your quirks. However, if you are extra messy (I mean the mess goes beyond your room toward the shared spaces), she will scold you.
Random SFW hcn: I think she is the type of person to always be humming: soft church hymns, lullabies, or songs from childhood. She just likes to sing while she is doing something.
Random NSFW hcn: A surprisingly adventurous lady, while timid at first, once she warms up, you will be shocked by the ideas she proposes to you to try. As long as it is in the realm of gentle and soft sex, she is quite open to trying new things.
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OP-> I have so many Vergil hcns because this man won't leave my head. Plus, I had forgotten how fun it was to write NSFW. Might do a NSFW Alphabet with the twins someday
a/n: dmc brain rot settled in again, i wrote this awhile ago so,,, it might not be super duper polished...i just wanted to post it because i held it hostage for a month (cough cough like what i did with another v fic.) and because its v day!!!
cw: angst--reader is going through the motions of grief.
word count; 3.8k. 1/2/?
i. ‘and i just hate your head, and the clothes you wear.’
Maybe it’s a curse, you see V everywhere you go.
Humans cling to ration like driftwood among a wreck — you find you’re no different. What else would explain these past few months? V appears everywhere you go— the market, the library, the park, on your path home and even in your home; on the off chance you change courses and he isn’t there one day, he’ll be there the next.
Like all small-minds, you drift towards the supernatural.
A curse is a little too much, though, isn’t it?
Synonymous in superstitious minds with resentment, and V didn’t resent you, did he? No, he didn’t, what you had with V was special, no room for animosity in between shared breaths and entwined limbs.
Perhaps there’s a simpler explanation, one you’ve yet to find.
At first you hoped maybe it was delusion, your mind playing tricks on you. Some sort of mania brought on by nights of restless sleep or no sleep at all when the static was too loud. You'd prefer it if you’d simply gone mad, it’d be easier to fix if you had. A pill, a therapist, alcohol.
Anything but ruminating, rolling questions around like marbles and staring at drywall. ‘Why didn’t you tell me,’ ‘Was it real?’ ‘What did it mean to you?’ ‘Did you—‘
Grief is a funny thing to be feeling for this man, who feels more real now that he’s dead than he was alive. You keep the memories close to your chest, tucked besides your heart in prayers it’ll be enough to beat for two.
It feels silly to grieve, to mourn for a man who didn’t live for long and due to that fact, one you didn’t even know for long either. You barely knew V, truthfully. But you knew enough to know V was different. He had a way of worming under your skin, instilling himself as a necessity rather than a burden, parasitic in his own way.
And that is what this was, V was parasitic in nature.
He used you, he used Nero, he used Dante.
The only difference is while they are able to move forward; you’re the only one getting held back, dragged back into a tarpit of misery by ink laden arms tightly wrapped around your torso, weighing you down and leaving you to move through the world at a shuffling lame pace.
For whatever reason, V clung to you, sunk his teeth in deep and refused to let go, even in death. It doesn’t help that you're all too happy to let him drown you. The only reason you haven’t let him is because Nero won’t let you.
It got easier to ignore the specter that lives in the corner of your periphery; you found maybe V really did decide to simply haunt you. He’s too real looking to be fake, warm blooded and smooth skinned. Fresh faced and just as sly.
V leaned towards skittishness early on, you miss when all you’d see was an inky mop of hair standing out in the crowds of a bookstore you found yourself frequenting; he would’ve liked it, the optimist in you presumed, though considering its steady supply of visitors — a thought gnaws in the back of your mind he might’ve hated it.
Might’ve. You can’t remember if V liked socializing, there was no other place he’d spend his time besides your home or Devil May Cry, no time to have observed his social skills. It’s why V ensnared your heart so completely; he was like you, in a way. Outcast and odd.
The bell rings and announces your arrival. You wince. Off-rip you can tell it’s slow, the tables aren’t full, the little couches are empty and slow means;
“Oh! You’re back!”
The librarian. You bite your tongue and force a smile, hide your wince with a shy wave. You aren’t here to check your book back in. Nor are you here for conversation, but, she speed-walks over anyways and you mentally prepare for conversation.
She’s bright and bubbly and everything you aren’t right now, but she’s nice and you can’t bring yourself to shut her down rudely. Penance for being a regular you suppose, librarians become difficult to shake off when you become a familiar face.
The librarian spouts prose you feign interest in for a few minutes, nodding and smiling, grateful for the distraction from the chill that settles in at the base of your own spine, it skitters up along the ridges and that’s how you know he’s here.
Adrenaline drips through your veins as if being fed through an IV. You glance off to the side and excuse yourself awkwardly, pointing in some vague direction before dipping into the aisles you came to expect V to haunt.
It’s a form of self-harm, a phantom-blade you press against your forearm and use to saw back and forth along skin, through tendons to bone. You shouldn’t be coming back here, shouldn’t want to whisper “V? Griffon? Are you there?” just to see if Griffon’ll materialize out of thin air with some crude greeting.
Yet, you do. Like clockwork. V does too.
He’s there at the midsection, your tentative steps come to a halt. “V?” You hate the way your voice sounds. Small.
Like always, he’s the picture of a scholar in academic ease, inked fingers brushing along the spines, and like always, he pays you no mind.
“V.” You say his name firmly. Still whispered. But firmer than before. Your fingers curl inwards, nails digging into the fat of your palm. The last thing you want is the librarian to round the corner and find you, presumably, talking to nothing at all.
Is he real? Actually? You can’t tell from where you’re standing, hesitantly, you take a step forward.
And jolt when V reacts.
V stops his inspection of the book's spine and flows along the shelves until he rounds the corner and disappears further into the eight hundred twenties of the dewey decimal system.
You follow him for around an hour, until that very same librarian finds you again with her cart and traps you in another conversation about dead poets you can’t, for the life of you, care about, not unless it was your very own telling you about them.
But again, when you try to catch one more glimpse, he’d already vanished into thin air.
— x-x-x-x-x-x —
If grief were a tangible thing, something you could burn or bury or tuck away into a box and shove it into some corner to be forgotten, you would’ve done so by now.
As the days passed by and June bled into July, and then into August, and then all the way back to April, some semblance of normality returned in muted colors; it became easier to breathe and live in your own skin again, — as best as one could while still grieving.
You did try to move on, avoided spending too much time in the library like the plague, stopped talking about him to the walls, got rid of the books he thumbed through despite them being yours and not his. Treated them as if they’d been infected with Scarlet Fever, would’ve burned them if you could.
It didn’t work much, if anything, it only made him more aggressive. But for a time he was gone, and it felt like limbo.
You didn’t necessarily believe you needed therapy. Therapy was for people who were losing their minds due to their grief. You weren’t doing that. (were you?) No. You weren’t. You were still functional by all accounts, capable of doing your laundry, your groceries and working Devil May Cry with Nero.
You’d slowed down, yes, anyone would after loss, but you weren’t incapable of caring for yourself to the point of needing a therapist to gently guide you back onto the right path.
Greedily however, you still ate through the books you finally decided to check out on, the type that dissected grief and offered some semblance of relief in knowing you aren’t going through the motions incorrectly.
For a while things were fine. V (or whatever it was that was wearing his face, walking in his body, smelling like him) had stayed away.
There were smaller signs at first, these you did write off as delusions.
A murder of Crows whose caws sounded too much like Griffon's boisterous laughter, a black cat much smaller than Shadow, but with amber eyes far too reminiscent and knowing, suddenly making your front door its home.
You’d brought it in eventually after it failed to get the message delivered via broomstick and batting. The collar at its throat reads Shadow now. And you feel far too guilty for having landed a swipe in all those weeks ago when it kneads biscuits against your stomach.
However, relative peace lasted for a mere few weeks.
V found you time and time again. Stood still and stared at you through the leaves in the park, gauging whether you’d listen to your senses telling you to run or if you’d fall into old habits again. He was always at the end of the trails, always gone before you could follow him deeper through brush.
It’s like he was testing you, curious to see how long your loyalty would last. Was the hourglass full or down to its last few grains?
You hated him for it, you went on these walks to reconnect with nature, not with the lover you lost. It got to the point where you’d stopped searching for snakes in the grass and kept your eyes peeled for a man in black until you’d simply decided to stop going out at all.
‘Healing isn’t linear, and that’s okay!’ rung in your head over and over through the crunch of gravel, repeating it over and over in hopes of drowning out the second pair of steps following closely behind you. ‘..doesn’t mean you failed, you’re just human.’
‘Just human. Just human. Just human.’
It never worked. Your lover is cruel.
You’re beginning to think V knows what you’ll do should he leave you alone for too long, it’s the conclusion everyone’s come to presume you’d come to. You aren’t stupid. Nero’s too eager to spend time with you, too worried when you forget to tell him you’re running late.
That begs the question; Is V driving you to it? If he is, as you think he is, haunting you, then surely he can see the decline you’re in denial about and surely, if he loves you, he’d stop tormenting you.
You’ve considered it, joining him in death. You never were that strong when it came to surviving matters of the heart.
Is he trying to save you from it? Lingering just to let you know that he’s still here? Is he just unaware he’s going about it the wrong way? Or perhaps he really does know what he’s doing and is simply goading you into it?
Was he capable of being that cruel? (No, he couldn’t be. V was apathetic and selfish, but he wasn’t cruel. He was human, softly so.)
But if that wasn’t his end goal, if he truly was here just to be here, then what were you supposed to do with these feelings? These thoughts? He’s here, within arms reach, but not really. Because he refuses to acknowledge you in any meaningful way, he refuses to give you a simple nod, a yes, a no.
You’ve asked him; “Can you talk?” Silence.
You’ve asked him; “Why are you here?” Silence.
You’ve asked him; “Do you hate me?” Silence.
V is just there. He always is.
What are you supposed to do with that?
Before your breaking point, no one ever really said anything. Nero saw the signs, of course, he visited constantly. He’d seen the cat and the collar and gave you a look that said everything you already knew; you were hurting yourself further, needlessly scratching the wound open, leaving it red and raw.
But he didn’t know about the man who still visits you, who started to make himself at home and as comfortable as the cat did. You couldn’t tell him, how could you? Nero wouldn’t believe you, you hardly believed yourself nowadays.
V was just a shape you projected on now, it felt like you were building him up, filling in the gaps he refused to fill for you. If he won’t give you anything, you’ll delude yourself.
Behind your eyes, you hear his voice late at night, silky and seductive, chastising you should you find yourself in need of relief. The only thing he left behind, a shirt you’d lent him when he stayed the night, pressed against your nose, hand tucked and working sloppily between your legs.
Most times when you dream of V, it’s pleasant. He’s alive, sitting across from you in the van, watching you with those knowing eyes of his, he hardly ever says anything. Yet caught in between respite and consciousness, you hear him all the same and it’s a relief that you do.
“You’re suffering,” He's amused, it glints in his eyes and shows in his demeanor, cocking his head sparrow-like. “...do you miss me so?”
You hate him, you do.
The dreams never last long, you’re always left in this limbo. Going somewhere and never reaching your destination, always moving towards him when it’s too late then waking up to find yourself clinging to that same sad shirt and reeking of desperation.
Lemon zest and poppy clung to him most, you’ve no idea when he found the time to swipe it from your cabinet, nor why it’s the scent that reminds you of him most when he often smelled like puddles after a rain shower. Or wet dog as Griffon put it so very nicely once.
You wondered what he thought about when he spritzed it on himself. It should’ve been your first sign he was something else if the way he ate wasn’t. (What man doesn’t know the difference between parfums and room spray?)
All you’d seen was someone in need, there’s a reason Nero insisted you return to Fortuna the instant he got an inkling you were getting in over your head, your naivety would get you killed some way or another.
Nonetheless, the air freshener still remains where he’d last left it.
There's one problem with shutting yourself in, there’s no other place for him to find you other than your home. If you squint hard enough, you’ll see him a little better, it doesn't matter if your vision is blurred from sleep or the strain; you can pin-point the exact moment those pouty, copper-rose lips twitch into that smirk you ‘hated’ so much.
Though, you can never see his face fully in time, he leaves the second your hand fumbles against the wall in the dark and the light comes on, disperses into dust like you’d been told he had all those months ago.
It all piled up and came toppling over when you saw him for the last time. Then, all he’d do was linger around corners, let himself be seen in the edges of your mirror or the darkest corners of your room.
That night he’d been sitting in the dark on your couch, leg propped up on one knee, book in hand. The plastic grocery bags you’d carried in had fallen from your hands, crinkling and spilling their contents, neither of you flinched.
Tears had blurred the edges of your vision, stung and slipped out as quickly as they’d formed. “Talk to me.” You’d asked. “Please.”
He’d just sat there. You’d stopped going out after that. If V wanted to see you, he could find you rotting in your bedroom.
V haunts you; there’s no dancing around it. It’s a secret you keep close to your chest, if only to keep him there. As much as it hurts you to.
You hate remembering V as he was when he ‘passed’, all crackled skin and no energy. Fearful. Reduced to a mouse aboard a sinking ship. Any confidence he’d ever had, feigned. The hours you used to get with him reduced down to mere minutes, if you were lucky to see him at all.
Towards the end V smelled cloyingly sweet, the way an old book smells when it’s been abandoned and begun to fray at the seams, left for bookworms to get at it and render it incomprehensible. The bells tolled, June 15th.
‘V returned to himself’, Dante had put it, you’d heard through Nero. A vague explanation you understood in the abstract. It sounds much better than the funerary terms you’ve associated with Vergil’s return.
This must be what a swan feels should its partner pass, this heart wrenching void that spans from behind your sternum and slithers through your body, leaving you numb and cold most mornings. If you were a swan, you’d tuck yourself away under your wing, wait for a coyote or wolf to come along and accept the inevitable.
But, you aren’t one. You’re human. Blood, flesh and bone.
All you have to drown the world out is a blanket to hide beneath, people will notice you’re gone, they already have. Nero isn’t letting you waste away anymore and Kyrie’s been piling food up on your nightstand.
You wish they would’ve just left you to your devices, taken over your lease and sent you off back to Fortuna to heal in familiar places. Instead you’ve been forced to recover in their home — Dante’s home, you suppose. The loft has enough room for three small bedrooms — surrounded by laughter and warmth you can’t be coaxed into feeling. Rendered down to the ghost that haunts the upstairs.
You understand now to some degree, that this was never meant to be. V did too, he knew more than anyone else that he was living on borrowed time, slipping away further and further with each passing day.
He knew what he was doing with each kiss, every stolen moment, all of them piling up into a debt he had no intention of paying back. So why did he let it go on this long? Was he truly so selfish?
You hate him, you want to hate him. You do.
You think about how selfish he was to use your kindness, you think about his stupid hooked nose and his stupid jade green eyes, you think about how soft the skin of his face felt beneath your finger tips, how warm his arms were, you think about the weight of them wrapped around your waist at night, and you think most about how you wish you could feel them again.
You hate him. And he isn’t here for you to hate him, and your heart shakes at the thought, you can’t hate him. You can’t. Your nose gets stuffy at the thought, trails of saliva splutter out with each sob lost against your pillowcase. The stupid shirt is slid over it, contraband no one bothers to scold you about anymore.
You love him, oh. You love him. Enough to tug your hair at the roots and curl in tighter on yourself.
Past tense is impossible to think about; there’s only the present and the memories you’ll drag with you to your grave. You’d rip your heart out, tear it free from flesh and viscera if it meant he could take it for himself and live again.
He would, eagerly. Maybe he’d grieve you as much as you grieve him.
The days since Nero tore you from your home have been monotonous. You hate this room. You hate it more knowing who’s in the room besides yours. Vergil isn’t at fault, you know this. He’s innocent of what his human half had done with the few breaths he had.
But hearing him move around in the room over irks you. Still. Nero won’t let you leave, and you can’t find it in yourself to fight, they wear your defenses down day by day. Or try to.
“You have to move on,” Kyrie is the one who tries the most. Everyone else besides Nero and Nico avoid you like the plague. “It’s been months…”
It falls on deaf ears, the concept of moving on is for people with strong hearts like Dante. Not you.
“Hey, you um,” Nero’s long since gotten over the fact you had something with his fathers alter-ego now that he’s seen how much of a toll it’s taken on you. It’s not like you knew. “You want anything? I can get you those little candies you like from the corner store.”
“…whatever you want.” He’d muttered, his hand squeezed your shoulder from atop the cover. “Just don’t die on me. Please.”
Nico doesn’t quite get what you saw in V, to her, he was just the weird guy with the loud bird. She tries for something light and always finds herself falling flat.
“Tough crowd.” You’d heard her mutter beneath her breath once. That got a small chuff out of you.
But you can’t stand seeing Vergil. You’ve only seen him a handful of times. He looks like Dante, yet a little less worn. His skin is a pale smooth canvas, his hair slicked back and snow white. His eyes, deep-set and pale silvery blue, inhuman. His nose, straight. He’s sharp where V was soft, and Vergil’s seen you more times than you’d ever know.
Once, late at night, you’d stalked down the stairs in hopes of swiping a bottle of water with no one noticing you. And there he was, sitting on the same couch V once had, reading the same book V used to hold against his heart, the embossed V stared back at you mockingly.
Your throat had closed up, eyes stung at the corners. You thought you’d gotten better at this. Hadn’t you cried it all out already? God. What was he even doing up this late? You’d stood at the bottom of the stairs for maybe a minute, didn’t want to stay for long, couldn’t afford to let him of all people see you like this. But your legs refused to cooperate.
Did some part of V remain inside him? Did he know just how deep this particular root ran? Would he pull it out if you’d asked?
Vergil noticed you. Of course he had. His senses were honed far more than yours ever would be.
“Does it help you to grieve in such a way?” He’d asked before you could scurry back up.
You’d stilled on the third step. Your fingers curled around the railing tightly, knuckles blanched. “No.”
“Good.” That caught you off guard, you swallowed the lump in your throat, ignored the offense and rage that nearly blinded you. Good?
Good?
What did that mean? How was this any good?
You’ve lost weight, your hair has long lost its shine, your skin is dull, the bags underneath your eyes are more pronounced than they’d ever been before, with each swipe of your tongue, you can feel the plaque on your teeth. Everything you do for yourself can be considered below bare minimum, and this is somehow good?
Talking about smth I don't like in fanfics, slightly NSFW, but then again it's just female anatomy.
I hate this weird trope in fan fictions where fem y/n isn't wearing underwear and wearing a mini skirt like.. Girls be so fr.. You do know girls discharge.. Right? Like.. Um?? I mean its a fantasy for sure..bc that wouldn't really work out.. But in my opinion is playing back into male gaze where the "perfect girl"'s organs doesn't clean themselves apparently 🙁 IT DOESNT SMELL GOOD EITHER.. THATS FOR FUCKING SURE😭 I wish women would start writing fem!reader more realistically. Like.. Its hardly ever men reading the fem reader fics anyways..? Why are we writing reader as if she was written by a man in his 40's?
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Can I request dmc guys jealousy headcanons, if thats something youd be interested in writing? 👀
dmc guys jealousy hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in nero’s hcs (?), mentions of possessiveness and obv jealousy, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
❥ for DANTE, i feel like he trusts you deeply and wouldn’t get jealous as easily as maybe, say— vergil?
❥ he’s pretty confident in your relationship but on the off chance he does get jealous, he’ll let it play out for awhile as he watches from afar.
❥ he’ll play it off as a joke, but if the person starts getting a little too touchy, he’ll ‘casually’ slide in with an arm around your waist and a kiss on your jaw, looking into the person’s eyes while you giggle at the sudden affection.
❥ dante would lowkey try to one-up them on the down low. oh, they buy you a drink? dante’s buying you ten. they compliment your hair? dante’s in your ear telling you how gorgeous you look today.
❥ and it’s not like he feels like he needs to give you false compliments just to one-up the other person, he just finds it amusing the way their jaw clenches when they see dante muttering in your ear while his eyes lock on them, a shit eating grin glued to his face because he knows what he’s doing.
❥ if you leave for whatever reason, dante might ‘accidentally’ make the person uncomfortable if they don’t get the hint already just by his tone. he’ll make passive aggressive comments if they’ve been getting too touchy, maybe nudge them a little too hard in the ribs or grip their shoulder a bit too tight at a ‘really funny joke’.
❥ dante does trust you though, it’s only when the person starts to get physical is when it becomes more of a problem. his energy speaks volumes, so you can tell if he has underlying intentions just from his smile.
❥ he’ll try to act friendly, albeit still a little petty, even if you know them personally. an arm slung across your shoulder or your waist along with scattered kisses across your face and shoulder is his main go-to. dante’s main goal is either for them to get the hint or for your mind to be occupied on him only.
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
❥ now VERGIL.. vergil is much more intimidating with his reactions. once he spots someone chatting it up with you and getting a little too close, he’s there in an instant.
❥ the only difference between him and dante’s reaction is that fact that vergil silently brews, eyes burning holes through the person as he watches quietly. he’ll take a seat next to you as his eyes never leave them, even once you greet him when he sits with you— just his piercing gaze staring them down.
❥ he swears that he doesn’t get jealous, that’s he’s better than whatever assumption you’re implying, oh my my! how dare you assume such things about this son of sparda?
❥ but alas, vergil gets hella jealous.
❥ it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just very possessive over you. and it’s not like he’ll keep you locked away for him and him only, either. it’s simply a matter that involves his own ego and i don’t know if it’s some demon thing, but he just craves your scent. that, or his scent on you. just something that tells people that you’re his and he’s yours.
❥ if the person doesn’t take the hint after the abundance in glares that vergil throws at them, he’ll start making remarks. nothing too serious, just initiating some sort of confrontation if he sees that you’re uncomfortable. if you don’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, vergil will second-guess it and leave you to your own devices, trusting that you’ll handle it at some point.
❥ i doubt anybody would try vergil, so i wouldn’t even consider that a possibility. he’s a devil hunter that’s over six feet tall with a fit body and yamato sheathed in his back pocket, nobody in their right mind would fuck with him.
❥ vergil obviously knows to be logical, though. he doesn’t let his emotions get the better of him during this time and hopes that you’ll know how to handle it yourself. although, he definitely wouldn’t mind scaring the person off a little more.
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
❥ i honestly doubt that this man can keep his mouth shut. NERO just struggles with not making a stupid smartass remark every second.
❥ nero definitely has some insecurities that he buries, often only coming out in shorts bursts of when he can’t take it anymore. these jabs and quips that he makes are his form of concealing the fact that he’s insecure about himself and his abilities, especially if this is during or post-to-finding-out-who-his-father-is.
❥ i wouldn’t say he’s aggressive, but his mouth would def get him into big trouble. if he saw that you looked uncomfortable with the person or they started getting too touchy with you, he literally teleports next to you and greets you with a chaste cheek kiss. if you seemed okay with it, though, he’d try his best to brush it off but still glance at you every once in awhile (and by that i mean literally every minute) just to check on you.
❥ if he does decide to sit with you and just listen in on the conversation, he’ll basically just be hovering over you awkwardly. there are two ways this’ll go, either nero’s going to act all nonchalant like he doesn’t care even though he has a keen eye on whoever’s flirting with you (like father like son)— or he’s going to be really clingy with you.
❥ not really physically clingy, but more so clingy in the way where he’ll follow you around like a dog with heart eyes the whole time. even after you’ve stopped talking to the person.
❥ (he’s just like that, guys.)
❥ i think he gets a tiny bit butthurt afterwards though. i mean, he’s been called dead weight and basically has been looked down upon by both his father and his uncle, essentially being seen almost as a pest during the duration of dmc5.
❥ help this boy please, he def needs it
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
❥ im sorry but i cannot see V as a jealous person
❥ i think v is a very calm natured guy, and i think he has a lot of faith in you. he trusts that you’ll be able to make the right choice in the end, and he knows that you wouldn’t just up and cheat on him or leave him out of the blue. he knows you know better and so he leaves you be.
❥ though.. it doesn’t hurt to watch from afar, does it?
❥ v is also an observer, he watches the interactions between you two as he studies both of your body languages. it’s not like he thinks you’ll do anything, it’s just his nature.
❥ griffon would definitely tease him about looking at you so much, squawking out nonsense as he calls v whipped for you.
❥ if he sees that you’re uncomfortable or you want to get out of the conversation— it can go a few different ways.
❥ one of the scenarios, for instance, would consist of him closing his book as he gets up and he walks over to the two of you. he’d greet you sweetly, side-eyeing the person in front of you as he kisses your hand. maybe he’d take a seat next to you just to let the person know that he’s watching. and if that didn’t work, griffon would certainly scare them off just by his yapping.
“shit, a bow tie? really? was your torso too wide for a tie or what?”
❥ overall, v isn’t a jealous person in general. however, he does love you enough to help you when you’re in need of a knight in shining armor. even if that knight is a gothic poet with an annoying bird and a panther at his side.
A/N: I'm gonna eat my fist. I need DMC-themed dividers so badly. I also just learned headcanons is spelled with one N not two so go ahead and clown me 🤡
DMC 4 Nero is just hfvchsfvsOFVCgv 👅
While in the process of making this post, I didn't have a banner for Vergil, so I opened up DMC and nearly broke my computer taking screenshots.
C/W: SA Mentions (Dante), Swearing
Characters: Dante, Nero, Vergil, V
↠ Right off the bat for Dante, Vergil, and Nero have fangs, and they are a bit hotter (temperature-wise from demon heritage)
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↠ Right off the bat, I wanna say the fact that his SA Trauma (DMC1 Novel) isn't talked about enough :(. Dante is literally the type of person to put others before himself IMAGINE the type of session he would have if he got a therapist. He has a LOT of childhood trauma to unpack.
↠ A lot of people say Dante is Aroace, I sort of have to disagree. Dante actively has pin up posters of woman ALL over the office and literally reads slap and tickle magazines (He can slap and tickle something on my face). Asexual no, Aromantic?? I don't think he gaf actually, but if he did enter a relationship, he would totally be loyal to them and would absolutely whipped.
↠ I also think he wouldn't care too much about marriage. Like if you want to do it sure yeah, but it's more of a "Why do legal papers need to prove I love you"
↠ His love language is physical touch. In a relationship, he'd be all about consent. I could see him being handsy if you enjoyed it, but he would back off if you said no. I could also see him not caring too much about PDA.
↠ "It's okay to commit murder, but it's not okay to disrespect your wife." or whatever that one quote was.
↠ He listens to Guns n Roses cuz I said so
↠ He sleeps butt ass naked but got yelled at to put clothes on when he accidentally flashed someone. He sleeps with boxers, specifically the really ridiculous patterned and silly ones.
↠I could see him being good at drawing. He also plays the guitar (also where tf did he learn the guitar hello?? Hb was shredding in DMC3)
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↠ If Vergil knew Nero was his son, I don't think he would've left. (Even though he was probably 18 when Nero was born). He wouldn't have wanted Nero to feel abandoned or feel what Vergil felt when the house was attacked by demons.
↠ Even though it's not canon, I love the idea of Vergil having V's tattoos.
↠ CANNOT for the life of him use technology. Giving him any kind of technology is the equivalent of giving a Victorian child a device. His phone would be a Nokia though.
↠ Because of his demon powers, he automatically emits Bury The Light and has to turn it off manually.
↠ He also has a plastic lawn chair that he carries around with him to sit on.
↠ If he was interested in someone, his 'flirting' would either be staring at you from afar, looking like he wants to kill you, or actually courting you.
↠ His love language would be quality time or acts of service. I could see him reading poetry to his partner before bed, but I could also see him doing chores and errands for them.
↠ Since he reads William Blake, I could also see him writing his own poetry.
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(Where my hug at ahh pose)
↠ Called Dante dad once.
↠ In DMC 4, He's Punk/Emo, but in DMC 5 he lost his emo-ness 💔so now he's just Punk.
↠ Listens to MCR I bet he cried when they announced they got back together. (I actually have a playlist dedicated to his emo era)
↠ When he gets a partner, I could see his love language being physical touch, or quality time. If his partner was a demon hunter like him I could see him using demon hunting as bonding or making it a friendly competition like whoever kills the least amount of demons has to wash dishes, or maybe something freaky.
↠ As for physical touch, I don't think he's too handsy, at least in public, but in private, I could see him being clingy.
↠ Drinks Monster more than he drinks water, specifically Ultra Blue or Mango Loco.
↠ Is a victim of getting called a slur in 2012 Call of Duty lobbies.
↠ Mains Sub-Zero in Mortal Kombat, I could see him maining Yoru in Valorant.
↠ Bullies kids on Roblox, almost got banned when someone stole his ember lily on grow a garden.
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↠ As I stated before HE IS GOTH NOT EMO AND I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL.
↠ Reads poetry? Goth behavior. Wears black and has tattoos? Goth behavior. Has a bird and a panther as a pet? Goth behavior. I KNOW ONE OF US WHEN I SEE US. The Eric Draven mod is 👅
↠ He listens to Type O Negative because I said so.
↠ Because he and Vergil are one of the same, two branches or whatever he said in that one scene, he writes his own poetry.
↠ I don't think he's extroverted, but I don't think he's introverted like he's just existing. He's not quiet but not loud you know what I mean But when he does open his mouth, flowers come out instead of words.
↠ His love language is quality time and words of affirmation. No further explanation needed.
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.
Random DMC sleeping/bedtime headcanons slight nsfw warning
Dante-
I think Dante would be a very cold individual while he sleeps. Like he’s great for the summer but winter with him is hell. Dante strikes me as the type to move around a lot while he sleeps. Also he’s a very light sleeper like you move a bit and he’s up just to make sure you’re ok. Depends on how Dante feels or if he wants to get all hot and heavy. Dante will wear some boxers or just go commando at night.
Vergil-
He runs cold just like his twin. He’s good for the summer months at night but come winter it’s horrible. Definitely is a stiff sleeper once he’s in position to sleep he stays. Another light sleeper who will draw his sword by his side if he hears anything suspicious. He’s not that much of a cuddler but if you ask he might. If he’s feeling really nice he’ll initiate it first if he knows you’ve both had a long day. (He needs it just as much as you do). He reads before bed and if you ask he might and heavy might just read to you too. Vergil sleeps probably in some silk pants at night or maybe just a t shirt and joggers.
Nero-
Nero has a routine of checking everything in the house just to ease any worries. He also tinkers with his arm a bit just to ensure it’s in running condition for the next day. His arm also does touch you sometimes at night and definitely makes you shiver. Especially since Nero likes to keep the air on at all times. Nero also is a big fan of cuddling. Ensures him and reminds him that you’re here and safe. Due to the life he leads he’s just as much of a light sleeper as his dad and uncle. But he tries his best to not rouse you out of your own slumber when he does. Nero is a t shirt and joggers guy when it comes to bed time wear. He needs something comfy for his downtime and that’s exactly it. But he’s also not against wearing a onesie with you.
V-
Since V never had a home before finally having one is a whole new thing to him. At first it takes time but once he settles in to the new situation he’s all for it. He sleeps so well with you by his side and whispers sweet nothings or poems into your ear or hair while you cuddle. Also his familiars do come to bed with him. Depends on Griffon though because he’s too noisy to try to sleep around. V does run cold like his counterpart and will intentionally pit his cold fingers or feet on you just to provoke you. Also you might have to buy him clothes for bed since he doesn’t have any or at least buy him underwear.
Reboot Dante-
Depending on if he’s drunk or not your nightly experience can change. If he’s drunk he usually wants to get a little frisky and then cuddle and sleep. But if not he’s all for cuddling and watching a show/movie. Now this man can and will sleep naked be warned. He also runs hot which is why he sleeps naked. Is a cover tosser, I mean he will move them around in his sleep and throw them off of him and you. I feel like he sleep talks a bit in his sleep too. Like nothing too crazy but he has had a little conversation with people while asleep.
Reboot Vergil-
Since he’s so busy all the time with his work/getting rid of Mundus. He doesn’t come to bed till later at night. Unless you convince him to come to bed early to get proper sleep. Not a big cuddler at all but for you he would. And just like his original version he does read before bed or he does work. He’s a workaholic so do just take his computer away and make him cuddle you. He usually tends to run a normal temperature at night so you don’t have to worry about cold feet/hands or anything else. Vergil will also wake up before you do and admire you for a bit before he’s off again to working his ass off. But for his bed time he wears some nice silk pajamas. Like the real good kind that let you breathe but also keep you warm.
Ngl idk what I’m doing writing this but I’m bored and need more people to like the dmc reboot.
