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Little Nero gets a present from his uncle on a cold winter day.
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10 Jul 2026
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Most of the side effects of battle were pleasant. Increased sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch. Extra speed, precision and strength. He was never more powerful than post-fight, when his demonic heritage could roam free and ward off anything else that might dare challenge him.
He often forgets about the… other side effects.
It isn’t until he’s at home in the shower, rubbing angrily at a hard on that will not go away that he remembers: Libido. His libido is greatly increased.
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09 Jul 2026
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Vergil shows up to your apartment with a… complication. You think you can help.
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09 Jul 2026
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Scrumptious. Vergil whining? Sign me tf up
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In which Vergil remembers how Nero came into his life and he remembers how long it took to get to this point with his son.
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02 Jul 2026
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“Need water.” Nero waved the plastic cup around.
‘I had a nightmare.’
Nero didn’t say those last words aloud but they hung there nonetheless, patiently waiting to be acknowledged, comforted. The nozzle went on, off, then he tilted back half the glass.
“Water?” Vergil repeated.
‘How bad?’
“Yeah, water. What, is a guy not allowed to get a glass of water in his own house anymore?”
‘Really bad.’
Wordlessly, Vergil rose from his seat and trailed into the kitchen. He expected the way Nero eyed him warily, as he usually did, and cautiously pulled his hand through his son’s locks until they were smoothed back on his head. He pressed his lips to Nero’s forehead. To no one else did he share this softness and love, to no else did he bear his heart. Only Nero was privy to his soothing side for things such as nightmares and the desperate longing of serenity given by a parent.
“You know I’d never let anything bad happen to you.” Words that Vergil no longer had to search for or think about entered the kitchen, dousing them both in cool relief, sounding out of place to those who neither knew nor spoke their nonverbal language. 'You're under my protection.’
Nero’s face reddened all the way to the tips of his ears and he pawed at his nose.
Like a rose required nourishment and time to reveal it's true beauty, it had years for them to learn how to communicate so delicately and it required coming to terms with the stipulation that understanding needed work. They actually had to talk to each other, not scream or throw tantrums or hiss passive-aggressively underneath their breaths or lock themselves away and wait for the other to understand.
In one such instance, Nero had been antagonized over Vergil keeping the Yamato away from him and the obstinate refusal to explain that the weapon was dangerous and fragile and held sentimentality that Vergil thought unexplainable to a child ended with them both falling to pieces while Vergil worked desperately in a horror ridden state to stop the bleeding. Yamato, in the proverbial sense, had been more than ecstatic to engage with her master's successor. The first fire of a scolding licked Vergil's tongue only to be drowned underneath Nero bursting into tears. Suddenly, Vergil felt more like his father than he ever had in his life. He was Sparda and Nero was him when he was a child, fresh off the training grounds after his first experience with his beloved katana.
That night had changed the way Vergil connected with Nero and vice versa. Slowly but surely, they worked their way upwards until they could hear when things weren't voiced and know that when one thing was said, there was always something unstated tacked onto it.
“I’m okay, old man.”
'I know. Thank you.’
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Urizen’s threading process has seen peace for weeks and he stonily basks in the quiet he’s been given. Then it cracks underneath a screech and he can’t be bothered to figure out what’s making it until-
What. Is that?
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02 Jul 2026
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The blood is a stark contrast to the white tile.
Dante is thinking too much again and the loneliness and the whiskey are getting to him. Only one of these is a comfortable companion and he's pretty sure it's not the loneliness.
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02 Jul 2026
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Freddy’s Frightening Frivolity by CanonDivergence404
Fandoms: Devil May Cry (Gameverse), Five Nights at Freddy's
23 Jul 2025
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When Dante takes a mysterious night security job for quick cash, he doesn’t expect to end up fighting haunted animatronics, corrupted pizza spirits, and his own attention span. Featuring Nero, Vergil, Lady, and Trish — and absolutely no plot consistency.
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Devils Watching Bluey (and Grandpa Vergil?) by CanonDivergence404
Fandoms: Devil May Cry (Gameverse)
11 Apr 2025
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The apartment was quiet, save for the soft glow of the TV and the gentle sound of children’s laughter. Bluey was playing its third—or maybe fifth?—episode in a row. Dante had long since stopped keeping count.
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29 Jun 2026
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“Grandpa,” repeated the older kid, now sensing chaos and fully embracing it.
Dante wheezed. “I’m not ready to be a brother to a grandpa.”
Vergil’s eye twitched.
“I am not old,” Vergil said, voice like crushed glass. “I transcend mortal time.”
“Yeah, and now you transcend into the grandpa zone,” Dante cackled. “Should I get you a cane? A sweater vest? Oh my god, should we teach you how to knit? ”
“I will end you,” Vergil hissed.
“ With a pocket full of Werther’s Originals? ” Dante doubled over laughing
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Winter has arrived, and Nero witnesses snow for the first time of his life. It's up to the twins to show him the best winter traditions.
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- Part 5 of Disaster Dad
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29 Jun 2026
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"Why not? S'not like I feel the cold."
Neither of them had ever been particularly sensitive to temperature changes and as children, they would run out in shorts even on the coldest winter days, to their mother's greatest dismay, but Dante's wellbeing was quite beside the point here.
"I aspire to be as conspicuous as possible in public areas, and your prancing around bare-chested is certain to draw undue attention to ourselves. Furthermore… we both know Nero learns by example, and he's already been sick once this season." Vergil knelt down, searching through their shopping bags for the last turtleneck. Once he'd found it, he stood straight back up, snapping it open for Dante to see. "Put this on, at least. I have spare gloves."
"That's a turtleneck, bro," Dante stated with a quick laugh and widening grin. "Ya don't expect me to…" He trailed off, his gaze settling on Vergil's own neck and sweeping up his outfit. "Wait. Why d'ya have a matchin' one? Did you…"
It had been an impulsive decision, born from amusement at the coincidence of these existing, but Vergil had not given thought to Dante's reaction upon being asked to wear his part of the set. Thus, he was entirely unprepared for the disbelief in his tone or the gentleness coating it. Vergil cleared his throat, his cheeks burning and no doubt creeping towards a colour to match Dante's gift.
"They were a set, and, well…" He sniffed and tilted his chin up, fighting off his embarrassment at being caught making such a pointless and sentimental decision. "Unzip Nero's suit."
Dante couldn't get it to go down with one hand, so he set Nero down to pull the zipper to his waist. His eyes widened as they caught the third turtleneck and he gasped. "There's three. Like--like we’re a tiny…"
He didn't finish the thought. In one fluid movement, he was standing again, positively pouncing on Vergil to snatch the turtleneck out of his hands before wrapping him in a sudden, tight hug. Vergil froze, arms still extended, his entire body tense under Dante's embrace, his mind entirely unconvinced this happening at all. He could not remember the last time this had happened. To think it was over a turtleneck , of all things! He cleared his throat, and the small sound seemed to snap Dante out of his strange mood; he withdrew, hands trailing on Vergil's shoulders, blue eyes a little too shiny.
"Are you quite all right, Dante?" Despite his best efforts to keep his tone cool and snide, a measure of roughness slid into it. He had to admit, he was quite shaken by this sudden show of gratitude.
Dante laughed, his smile wet but honest. "Must be the early hour or som'thing! Anyway, huh?" Dante removed his hands from Vergil's shoulders, whose chest tightened as soon as their warmth was gone. "Gonna go put the family turtleneck on!"
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Vergil is a featured lead character from the critically-acclaimed hack-and-slash game series Devil May Cry produced by Capcom, a Japanese video game company, he is ██████████████
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27 Jun 2026
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Like a Torch Flickering in the Wind by Jason_M_Lee
Fandoms: Devil May Cry, Devil May Cry (Gameverse)
11 Nov 2019
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Three generations, one sofa, and a much needed talk.
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- Part 2 of Dadgil Week 2019
- Part 2 of Empty and Shadowed Whirling Wheel
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25 Jun 2026
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Pluck the Vibrating Strings by Jason_M_Lee
Fandoms: Devil May Cry, Devil May Cry (Gameverse)
01 Aug 2019
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Sparda thinks morbidly, baby Nero wasn't going to have it.
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- Part 4 of Devil May Cry Gen Week Summer 2019
- Part 1 of Empty and Shadowed Whirling Wheel
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25 Jun 2026
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Failure is the greatest teacher, and while Vergil loves to learn, he absolutely despises failing.
(five times Vergil gave up, and one time he didn't)
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24 Jun 2026
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Nero has about as much spine as a shrew trapped in a bowl of jello, which is to say a very weird amount of spine. But then, teenagers are very weird and Dante gave up trying to parse through it a long time ago. It's not anything bad, it's just Nero hell-bent on teenage rebellion—or whatever counts as it in this family. Dante figures he better help stick it to his dumbass twin anyway, just to keep it from evolving into something worse.
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24 Jun 2026
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“Nero…” There’s a pause as Vergil brushes his son’s hair away and notes the new ornaments adorning Nero’s right ear. “What is this?”
A nervous chuckle hovers about as Nero skitters to explain his new piercings. “Hahaha… ha… about that. I just remembered something important and I can’t explain it now but I will probably-”
“Nero.”
“-be able to do that soon, soooooo…”
Nero has slipped off the couch and halfway up the stairs to the catwalk by the time Vergil moves to his feet. He gears himself towards Nero’s awkward venture to remove his presence from the ground floor of Devil May Cry, anticipating the precise moment he has to pounce to put an end to it.
“Nice talk, dad! Bye!” Nero shoots like a bullet past the catwalk and into the apartment above the shop.
Vergil takes flight not a second too late when something grabs his foot and trips him, forcing him to put his arms out to break his fall. He looks back to find Dante with his hand wrapped around his ankle, laughing like the mother of all assholes as he exacts on-the-spot karma. Vengeance never tasted so good. Vergil breaks free, already on the precipice of a demon king level breakdown.
“Nero!” He roars. He glowers at Dante, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I know this was your doing- you. You’re next. I’m going to kill you. ” He darts up past the catwalk, hot on Nero’s heels as Dante cackles like a madman, not even doubting the seriousness of that threat but too fucking gleeful to care. “NERO!!!”
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Nero yanks on the matron's sleeve. Her scowl tears through him like lightning, hard and hot and fast. She doesn't like him, that's no surprise. There isn't a soul who savors his presence but he's too young to understand what that means.
(What's there for a three-year-old to understand?)
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24 Jun 2026
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The man extends an arm to him, offering him that safety. Nero holds his free hand out, mimicking the way other kids asked to be picked up and in a moment he's situated against the soft blue silk of the stranger's coat, nestled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He whispers something sweet to him, a hoarse voice telling him of home. When the stranger says his name, Nero decides that this is the only person he ever wants to hear say it again.
(What's there for a three-year-old to understand? He's loved and wanted and the burning soul in this stranger's chest speaks to him like no other. He's safe.)
The cool rasp of the stranger's voice is his first lullaby.
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absolute balm to my soul as i try to survive this hellish week im currently experiencing, bootiful work 👏👏👏
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'It's like this,' Vergil thinks. They're never allowed peace, they're never allowed even a moment's respite. He knew what he was getting into when he selfishly swept Nero off the streets of Fortuna, but he's plagued by anger and the relentless hunters always nipping at their heels. | Or: one of the many moments Vergil is forced to endure in order to protect his son.
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24 Jun 2026
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‘It’s like this,’ Vergil thinks as he protectively curls his body around Nero’s trembling form, strangled sobs pouring into the deathly quiet air. All his frustration and sharp edges retract, an instinctual urge taking over where his fighting spirit would otherwise be at a loss. Vergil isn’t the father nor the life Nero deserves but Vergil has never considered himself the generous type, so he heedlessly clings to his boy like he’s a lifeline, tethering both of them to this freezing, suffocating instant in the alleyway. He clings to the small, weeping light that needs him more than anything else in the world.
“It’s okay,” Vergil shushes him gently, cradling his son in a protective hold. He prays the nightmares will be light and few tonight despite how futile his prayers always turn out to be. “It’s okay, Nero. You’re safe.”
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For the DMC Genweek Prompt: Protection/Smile, I bring you a fine Grandpa Vergil realizing he might actually be experiencing a healthy emotional connection with his grandchild.
I like to think this takes place in the same universe as "Rebirth" by u/TheWritingSquid.
(Yes that does mean you should go check that out, it's top tier and you deserve to be reading it. Treat yo self)Series
- Part 1 of DMC Theme Weeks
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24 Jun 2026
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Vergil had research to do in Fortuna, tomes to dig up, power to obtain. Too bad his Fortuna Library contact had happened to, in the intervening years, have a baby, lose custody of said baby, be disowned, set a bush on fire, and vanish.
Such gossip would have been of very little concern to him, had the timing of said baby's conception not coincided with their, ahem, short yet intense acquaintance. The child is probably not his, but. He'll track it down. Just. Just to make sure.
He is certainly keeping his wits and not freaking out at all.
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23 Jun 2026
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And even then, he was immensely amused by his son (HIS SON)’s reaction. Because the boy wasn’t running up in tears, or laughing in squeaky little giggles, or anything remotely cinematic. He was examining Vergil, intent and confused— not like an orphan who’d dreamed of a parent, but like a poor automobile enthusiast who’d been dreaming of a car, any car, only to wake up one morning to a gleaming Lamborghini on his front yard and his name on its plate.
Vergil was the Lamborghini, and his little Nero was circling him and wondering if this was a wildly mistaken delivery.
“Chi...” the child asked, hesitantly. “Chi sei tu—”
Who are you, but with no questioning inflection. His son (his son!) heard the Sister, and he was no fool (of course not!!). He wanted to hear it from him. There was an awesome Lamborghini in his yard and he wanted confirmation from the Lamborghini itself that it came to the right house.
Vergil raised his chin, cheeks cramping from the grin he couldn’t wipe from his own face. “Sono tuo papà!” He announced, bombastic, prouder than he had ever felt in his entire life; he threw his shoulders back and felt toweringly tall, tall and invincible.
Nero took in his answer with wide eyes and an open mouth, and then, glancing at the floor, he whispered to himself: “Wow.”
Vergil had the most strange urge to explode. Just... just burst in a shower of energy. Was this joy? Was this why human parents went jogging in the evenings? His son (SON) had just reacted to his announcement in the dumbest possible way, and it was the best thing ever— it was hilarious, and he loved it, and he felt an urgent need to run a few laps around the world.
Nero toddled a few more steps close, still circling warily. The Lamborghini had confirmed its delivery address, but still, was this real? His son (his baby son look at him)’s eyes seemed to be asking. Was this really really real for true?
“Sei...” he begun again, cocking his adorable little head up at Vergil, “...sei mio papà?”
Vergil dropped to one knee like a toppling monolith (whoops, there went the parquet, he thought as a shard of wood flew past) and opened his arms— not in expectation, but in sheer unadulterated excitement.
“Ecco!”
His voice came out a little rough, a little on the threatening side, but what really mattered was what Nero made of it; and the cheeks under his wide eyes started to flush, and his open mouth widened in a shy little smile, and once again he glanced away in wonder and whispered to himself— “Wow.”
Some other kid nearby piped up— oh right, yeah, there was a bunch of other kids around, he’d forgotten about them— with some fast-clipped toddler-tongue commentary. It was a snide little mutter, too low and too fast for Vergil to pick anything up but “capelli”, but Nero’s little grin immediately soured and—
And he clocked the little bitch right in the mouth like a total champ.
“Nero!” chided the Sister, glancing nervously at Vergil, and then stopping. Possibly because Vergil’s smile had turned into an enormous smirk.
His son (his son) was defending the family honor. “That’s my boy,” he all but sang to himself, lowering his arms and leaning forward to offer that long-awaited hug.
Well, the sucker-punch was probably Lucrecia’s genes, but who even cared? They were awesome genes anyway. And the little smile came back to his little boy’s face, and oh my god, his little boy, his boy, he was toddling up to him with arms raised. Vergil do NOT fuck this up—
Vergil picked the child and hugged him without fucking it up. Yessssss.
And from there, Vergil rose back to his feet, turned to the enraptured audience at the door and windows, and waited for them to open way to his cars (he should have rented Lamborghinis instead). It was time— time to go back to his hotel floor and let Nero trash it in whichever way he felt like, then depart with great pomp and circumstance and some veiled threats
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this whole thing felt like a fever dream, IN A GOOD WAY. 11/10 would read again
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Grow Me a Garden of Roses by orphan_account
Fandoms: Devil May Cry, Okami, Marvel vs. Capcom (Video Game)
05 May 2012
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The first time they met, Amaterasu peed all over Dante's boots.
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23 Jun 2026
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A random conversation you and Vergil have post coitus
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20 Jun 2026