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Sooooo, I was listening to music and this just came to me. Very based on exit wounds by placebo it was my inspo. Also Loosely tied to my vergil fanfic on ao3
Vergil would vow under oath that he wasn’t a jealous man. Mere interest had long been deemed weakness. Foolishness. Remnants of humanity he’d shed years ago.
So then why did his skin burn?
Why the unease clawing beneath it?
The clenched fists. The tight jaw. The deep furrow between his brows.
Why did he wonder?
Why did the question he once asked Dante never truly leave him?
That day… if our positions were switched, would our fates be different? Would I have your life, and you mine?
It replayed endlessly in his mind, his own voice echoing through his skull as he watched you and Dante from the lounge’s red armchair. His chair. The damned thing Dante had refused to throw away.
That was all he could do.
Watch his brother and his… companion.
Truthfully, Vergil didn’t know what to call you. Where exactly you fit within human terms. Comrade had been the closest thing he’d settled on.
Across the room, Dante had an arm slung around your shoulders, laughing with you about something idiotic no doubt. Vergil’s teeth ground together at the sight.
At first, he told himself it was irritation toward Dante.
Or perhaps it was simply the curse of always wanting what he couldn’t have.
The first time he heard you laugh had been at one of Nero and Kyrie’s painfully forced family dinners. He remembered it clearly. The sound had cut through the room so suddenly, so warmly, that for the first time in years the world had seemed to regain its color.
Then came the late nights.
Sometimes you’d wander downstairs unable to sleep, making tea or stepping out for a smoke before settling in front of terrible horror films with effects so cheap the blood looked more like ketchup than gore.
Out of every human he’d met, you were the easiest to speak to.
Not that Vergil spoke much. You weren’t exactly talkative either. But the veil of night softened something between you both. Conversations came easier in the dark. He found himself admitting things he never intended to say aloud. About Hell. How cold that place was, never a leisurelyone. About the emptiness he’d endured for years.
He had never felt the need to tell anyone those things.
Until you.
Until you sat across from him, half laughing at some terrible movie while listening intently with no judgment what so ever.
No wonder it took him so long to understand what he was feeling.
And by the time he finally did, Dante had already slithered his way to your side.
You had been loyal to Dante far longer than Vergil had been around. You’d fought beside him since Mundus. Vergil had first known you as V, and then again after he and Dante returned from the Underworld under far less than ideal circumstances.
Still, it stung.
More than stung.
“We’re going out. Don’t wait up.”
Your voice rang through the nearly empty lounge as you headed for the door, no doubt planning to celebrate another successful mission with Dante.
Vergil clicked his jaw involuntarily, pausing mid page.
You leaned into the doorway. “Hey, samurai. Wanna come?”
He barely looked up. Under any other circumstance, he might have agreed (ha ha definitely not.)
But spending an evening trailing after Dante while wanting desperately to stand where his brother stood sounded less like entertainment and more like torture.
“I have better things to occupy my time.”
He turned the page of his book.
“Suit yourself, then.”
“Can’t wait all day, sweetheart,” Dante called from outside.
Vergil nearly crushed the paper in his hand.
Yes. Torture.
And somehow he was expected to endure it.
Later that night, long after you still hadn’t returned, he found himself asking questions he hated.
How could you feel alive in someone else’s arms?
Did Dante even mean anything to you?
Then the front door finally clicked open.
You and Dante stumbled inside together, both drunk out of your minds.
“God, as fun as this was, I need to pass out,” you slurred.
“Same,” Dante laughed. “Might need help getting upstairs.”
“Oh, samurai, you’re still awake?” you asked brightly, the alcohol obvious in your voice.
“Let him brood,” Dante said. “C’mon, let’s sleep.”
Vergil’s jaw tightened so hard it ached as the two of you disappeared upstairs.
The mortal realm truly was its own kind of Hell.
And later, lying awake in bed, the thoughts only worsened.
Does Dante shake or shiver as he sidles next to you?
Did he kiss you first thing in the morning the way Vergil imagined he would?
Did he even bother to appreciate you properly?
And right now…
Were you beneath the covers with him?
Had his bastard of a brother already slid-
God.
He wanted you so badly he could almost taste it.
A darker part of him wanted to know whether Dante was even capable of making love to you. If he allowed himself, Vergil might march down the hall and tear the door from its hinges, either to put his brother six feet under or himself.
He didn’t know which of the two options would put his mind at ease.
Hours passed in restless silence before he finally sat upright, exhausted, shoving a hand through his disheveled hair.
The thoughts wouldn’t stop.
So he went downstairs.
In the kitchen, he placed the kettle on the stove. The world outside was still dark, untouched by dawn.
Then the stairs creaked.
Vergil turned idly, only to freeze when he met your tired eyes.
“How come you aren’t with him?” he asked before he could stop himself.
You blinked, caught off guard. “With who? Dante?”
Vergil said nothing, suddenly uncertain whether he even wanted the answer.
“Why would I be with him this late?”
Confusion flickered across his face. Perhaps you simply preferred your own space.
“Samurai…” you murmured, stepping closer. “You okay? You look weird.”
And just like that, you eased into his space as naturally as breathing.
Vergil went still when you stepped closer.
Too close.
Close enough for him to catch the lingering scent of smoke and cheap liquor clinging to your clothes. Close enough to notice the exhaustion sitting beneath your eyes. Human fragility.
Dante spoke of it often, and Vergil always chalked it up to his self righteousness. But right now he could see what his brother always talked about protecting.
“Is there somethingon my face?" you murmured, wondering.
Vergil looked away first.
A mistake.
Because the second he did, you moved even closer, leaning back against the kitchen counter beside him while the kettle slowly warmed behind you both.
“I asked you something,” you said. “What’s gotten into you lately?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
His jaw ticked.
You huffed out a tired laugh beneath your breath. “There it is again. That look.”
“What look?”
“The one where you look like you wanna either kill somebody or disappear into another dimension.”
“That narrows very little down.”
That actually pulled a samll tired smile from you.
Vergil hated what it did to him.
The silence stretched after that, thick and strange. Outside, Redgrave remained drowned in darkness. Inside, the only sound was the soft beginning hiss of the kettle.
Then you tilted your head slightly.
“You thought I was upstairs with Dante.”
It wasn’t a question.
Vergil’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly.
“You came home together.” he answered carefully.
“And?”
You blinked once.
Then suddenly barked out a laugh.
A very real laugh.
Vergil frowned immediately, irritation flaring. “I fail to see what’s amusing.”
“Oh my God,” you breathed, rubbing a hand over your face. “You actually thought me and Dante were-”
You cut yourself off laughing again, your shoulders shaking just barely.
Vergil’s expression darkened by the second.
“You find this entertaining.”
“No, no, I just…” You exhaled hard, trying to compose yourself. “Christ, Dante?!"
Vergil stared at you.
Then stared harder.
You continued, still grinning faintly, “Dante’s practically family.”
Family.
The word hit him strangely.
“But you-” Vergil stopped himself.
“But I what?”
Nothing came out.
Because what exactly was he supposed to say?
But he touches you constantly.
But you laugh differently with him.
But every time he stands beside you I feel something crawling beneath my skin.
The kettle began to whistle softly.
Neither of you moved.
Your amusement slowly faded as you studied him more carefully now. Really studied him.
And Vergil suddenly became aware of everything at once.
How close you were standing.
How the dim kitchen light caught against your throat.
How your eyes kept flicking to his mouth before returning upward.
Then you spoke softly.
“Why would you even think that?”
Not teasing this time, you were genuinely trying to understand.
Vergil looked away again, slower now eyes drifting to the floor. “It seemed the logical conclusion.”
“And it bothered you?”
There it was.
The question settled between you both like a drawn blade.
Vergil could hear his own heartbeat, unsteady and heavy thumping in his skull.
Ridiculous.
You took one step closer.
Now if he moved even slightly, he’d touch you.
"Don't look away now."
He didn't.
And whatever you saw in his expression seemed to steal the breath from your lungs for a moment.
Because your own face changed after that, with something much softer replacing the humor.
“you really thought that?” you whispered.
The sound alone nearly unraveled him.
“You misunderstood.” you said gently.
Vergil’s voice came out rougher than intended. “Clearly.”
“You know,” you murmured, eyes never leaving his, “for someone so smart… you can be unbelievably stupid sometimes.”
Vergil swallowed once and for the first time in a very long time, he had absolutely no idea what to do next. Or he did.
Hello! I was bored and thinking, roommate dmc Vergil is plaguing my mind yet again! Now to me there’s nothing hotter than a man who looks like he just stepped out of a cologne add shaving. So I guess enjoy this tiny drable. Also I’m not familiar with second person pov, I usually write in third person. Anyway! Thats it from me!
Here’s a song I like too
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, the chill of early morning biting at your skin the second you kicked the sheets away.
Still half-asleep, you grabbed your face wash off the nightstand, Dante and Nico had a terrible habit of stealing your stuff, so now everything lived in your room like hostages.
The hallway felt colder under your bare feet as you padded toward the bathroom, slow and sluggish, brain not even halfway awake.
The door was ajar, you pushed it open a little further, rubbing your eyes once more and froze…
“I won’t take long.”
His voice was low, quiet, softer than you were used to.
Your gaze dragged upward, slowly, like you didn’t actually mean to look, but your eyes had involuntary done so anyway.
Bare feet, towel slung low at his hips, body built like someone had carved it, water droplets sliding down the line of his chest, trailing over defined muscle.
God. How was he built like that?
Finally your eyes reached his face. Silver hair slicked back, still damp, a few rebellious strands falling forward. Those steel eyes were calmer here, softer somehow, as his hand moved the razor across his jaw in smooth, practiced strokes.
Your breath hitched for a moment.
Don’t stare. Don’t stare!
Your back hit the wooden doorframe with a soft thud.
“Oh.. uhh, sorry, didn’t know you were in here.”Your voice sounded smaller than you meant it to, trailing as he rinsed the razor and repeated the motion, completely unfazed.
He hummed low in acknowledgment.
“I just wanted to…” You trailed off, holding the face wash up like proof you had a reason to be there.
“Give me a minute,” he said casually, still focused on his shave.
You stole a glance. Then another.
Okay, maybe more than another.
Who looks like that first thing in the morning?!
“All done” he said at last, stepping aside, making space for you, you didn’t reply, even trying to find words was… useless.
And just like that, he was gone , the door swinging shut behind him like he’d never been there at all.
But the image of him was burned behind your eyes.
You exhaled through your nose, turned the faucet on, splashing your face with water so cold it stung, like it might rinse away what you’d just seen, or rinse away the thoughts.
Yeah. That didn’t help.
Not even a little.
You gripped the edges of the sink, staring at your reflection, water dripping from your chin.
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Ok so idk what to call this, I was just thinking and well here is this! Vergil sparda back from the underworld, this is what I think he’d be like :) if you like this here’s my fic on ao3
Oh Vergil, the man who quietly sees every single move you make in his peripheral vision.
The man who wouldnt be caught dead admitting he has any short of feelings for you, but his younger twin can see right through him.
Vergil, the man who heard about one of your niche interests once and cataloged it in his head.
What do you like? Cathedrals? He will take you to an abandoned one and frame it as a mission, then play tour guide when you comment on the absence of any demonic presence.
Vergil, the man who does the dishes in the dead of night so your mug is ready to go for your morning coffee, of course he’ll never tell, and if anyone asks he either won’t reply or chock it up on being tidy.
Vergil the man who knows your coffee order by heart.
Vergil, the guy who spend all his life alone in search of power and now that his brother dragged him back from the underworld he cannot adjust for the life of him.
Vergil, the man who only wanted to be loved but has deemed himself unworthy of affection, it’s not that he doesn’t hold these types of feelings he just doesn’t know what to do with them. He shouldn’t feel this way, it’s not fair to you.
He wouldn’t try to actively drive you away, he would just be cold and inexpressive. Thats his nature after all, or what he honed himself to become.
Vergil the man that would never say how jealous he got when he’d see Dante shamelessly flirting with you. No he isn’t jealous, he just finds his brother irritating, yeah thats it. But when Dante throws an arm around you laughing casually his jaw clicks his brows furrow and his hands? He finds himself very willing to relive the past, Dante has survived countless stabbings… what’s another one?
Vergil, the half demon who paces around in his room frustrated by how you plague his thoughts, annoyed even.
Vergil, the one who yearns to be like you, he sees how easy you talk with everyone, maybe if things were different he’d be like that too, but they aren’t and they will never be.
Vergil and his hyper fixation on a mortal that stared at the abyss with him. The abyss he stared at? Hell. No literally. The abyss you stared at? Him.
Vergil, who quietly writes poetry about you late at night.
Vergil who protects you at missions like it’s second nature.
Vergil, whose hands are surprisingly a lot warmer than they look.
Vergil, who would meet your gaze and not break eye contact if you were to challenge him.
Vergil, who would walk around shirtless in dmc and when you’d throw a T-shirt at him and yell to put some damn clothes on would catch it with one hand, look down at it, then up at you confused, the he’d tell you it’s hot outside. (Respectfully sir it is hot inside too now.)
Vergil, who would get you little trinkets from his “expeditions”. Nothing too extravagant, a stone he liked perhaps, but he always brought something.
Vergil, who would fix your weapons when they needed maintenance, never admired to it, you’d just find them in perfect condition.
Vergil, who would absolutely leave a new pair of gloves on your pillow if the ones you have tore.
Vergil, who could love you from afar from years never wanting anything back.
Vergil who would almost rip his brother apart if you got hurt during a mission he wasn’t a part of.
Dealing with a writers block sucks so bad, cause I know what happens in the plot but the little connective scenes that make everything cohesive? Those make me want to pull my hair out, and damn none of it feels right! Or it does and I’m just not seeing it. :/
Anyway, while I deal with that here’s my updated mental harem (characters that take way too much head space, should be paying me rent but oh well) - and I’m ranking them cause I can! Ya know what? I’ll add a song I associate with each of them too! (ALSO ADULT LANGUAGE AND SMEXUAL THEMES, MINORS GTFO) also this isn’t proofread and I’m not wearing my glasses either so if anything is off… well :/
At number 7. Yami sukehiro! Oh my…. I remember watching black clover for the first time and I legit was that meme “blah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff”, yeah that one… AND HES VOICED MY MY FAVOURITE VA?! AND HES HUGE AND BUFF?!? GODDAMN! I get it Charlotte, I too I’m smitten by this himbo!
8/10 only because black clover needs to come back so I can obsess again!
Song I associate with him: I still burn by fozzy
At number 6 we’ve got Clive Rosfield! Woooow, now, do I love this man? Yes! Am I attracted to him? Yes! But I’m not thirsty, (yes his shirtless when I play him in tekken but thats besides the point!) ff16 is probably my favourite game like ever because of how amazing of an mc he is and yes Jill is our wife. What would Clive do? I ask myself when I’m in a difficult situation. Clive is what every man should STRIVE TO BE, the standard for sure and thats why I love him!
As a character he’s definitely a ten but he gets an 8,5/10 cause obviously I’m not that healthy :/
Song I associate with him: Even in Arcadia by sleep token.
At number 5 we have good old sephiroth. I was obsessed for months! Watched edits at work to make my day, replayed ffvii both remake and rebirth to no end and I convinced myself he would’ve turned out fine if it weren’t for hojo. Also got lot more theories about him, I love this unhinged mamas boy.
9/10 one of my longest hyper fixations loved every second of it!
Song I associate with him: The world is darker by neverending white lights.
Number 4 rightfully goes to sukuna! I was obsessed with this man since I first layed eyes on him, college was fun cause I would just drink at home and kick my feet at fanart of him, brainrotted so bad I imagined him as a tattoo artist!!
9,5 just because I was a traitor in the end!
Song I associate with him: silence like the grave by paradise lost
Number 3 goes to satoru gojo,(told you I’m a traitor) the crush out I experienced two years ago?!? (Was it two years ago? I have no actual sense of time)I was crying like a baby and honestly still not over it, I love that man!!!! Like too much, if you ask me hes my buddy and we gossip on the phone every week. My favourite fic ever is a gojo fic and it altered my brain chemistry!!! Funny thing is I didn’t get it at first, didnt get the hype at all actually but I was a manga reader and idk what happened but it was like a switch flipped and suddenly I did get it.
9,8/10 I still save edits of him!
Song I associate with him: ultraviolet by spiritbox
Number 2 goes to Enjin from gachiakuta. Yes I started reading the manga. You can’t show me a man with tattoos and a smoking habit and expect me not to fall head first?! I too have plenty of tattoos, The gender envy I get?!? It’s seriously no joke HES so damn cool :0 also my current hyper fixation. Tall blonde and tatted and his expressions? Man’s funny as fuck! TAKE ME ALREADY HES GOT ME FERAL
9,9/10 I’m in limerance or whatever thats called.
Song I associate with him: shadow in the sun by Joe p.
Number 1 goes to my man, Vergil sparda. GOD DAMN! I gotta say 10 year old me had taste! Then dmc5 came out and ahh… My man! I recently played the games again and I’m so in love. Also currently writing for him, so you know I’ve got it bad! Criminally misscharacterised too. I know this fucker loves deeply, so do I come here pls. The amount of content ive consumed on him is probably illegal in some countries I’m in so deep, I can talk about him for hours and hours and never get tired! My family knows about Vergil my coworkers know about Vergil and when that Netflix anime came out I was yelling at 3am when he came on screen and I nearly accused every other male character of being him. Is it dmc 3 Vergil? Dmc5 Vergil or nelo Angelo? I do not give a flying fuck cause I love every version I ever layed eyes on! I’ve got so many ideas for this man, and quite honestly he’s an insanely written character!
11/10 I JUST KNOW HES A YEARNER TOO AND GOD DAMN PLS VERGIL GIVE ME ONE CHANCE!
Song I associate with him: Thread the needle by sleep token. Also look to windward by sleep token too. I can actually write a whole thesis here… you can not tell me that sleeping with this man doesn’t feel like that first song I’ll leave it at that.
That concludes my list, I may or may not have tattoos for most of these characters.
i just wanted to say don’t ever close ur acc i always reread ur tattoo artist sukuna au i love how you write him and because there’s a writer i love closed her acc i miss her sukuna fics it’s poe-daydreams yeah i just wanted to say this i love ur fics smsm and i would be happy if write something new abt this au thank uu🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Thanks! Honestly I come back to read it myself every once in a while (and cringe at my typos) :,) so no worries there. I remember I cried when I first published it and people liked it I couldn’t really believe how positive the feedback is and it still brings a smile to my face!
I hope you’re doing good too! I won’t lie I have nothing really planned for this au but I’m not against writing something new but I have a project I’m working on that I’m excited about.
Thanks for taking time to write to me and I’m sorry it took this long to reply, I haven’t really been active here for a long time but I do miss the fandom interactions.
Time flies and I finally have free time and I guess enough imagination to write again. I used to be pretty active in the Jjk fandom and I haven’t really posted on other fandoms here but oh well.
Anyway, I’m working on a new fanfic.
It’s actually a vergil one, I have loved this man since I was a kid so I’m right back in. Originally I had no plans publishing it, cause it was just a shameless self insert, you know they type you think before you sleep and such, had an oc and all but I digress. I’m working on making it so more people can read it so, reader pairing you could say. (TRIGGER WARNING UNDER DISCUSSION OF MENTAL HEALTH AND DEPRESSION)
I struggle with my mental health a lot and the personality for the “character” or rather reader I’m creating reflects that quite a bit. What I mean is that it’s not really generic (ok it might be idk I’m not that special or that talented) I have no idea what I’m doing and where I’m going in life and honestly some days are better than others, and life is not always sunshine and rainbows, that being said I’m using writing as a form of self expression but of course I want people to like it, now I know it’s not for the majority of readers out there, but I feel like if just one person can read it and it resonates with them thats good enough for me, so yeah. I don’t talk about my mental health in my waking life at all, and I want other people to know that they’re not alone and even if you think that your struggles are small compared to what other people are going through, your worries and struggles are valid.
Also it touches a lot on how I personally view love as an emotion, as a choice and what I hope to feel sometime in my lifetime, the slowest of burns ever!
I have the reader have a smoking habit idk it seems fitting for the universe I try to keep the look generic but I didn’t take out the tattoos cause they seem fitting? Basically the reader is a very untrusting person, with a lot of quiet guild. Idk it felt natural in the context of what I think Vergil could fall in love under, and it’s slow, steady.
Anyway I forgot half the reasons why I’m making that post!
I guess I’m sorta worried on how it will read if I make my oc much less of an oc? Anyway I’m actually very proud of how it’s going, comparing my writing from years ago tho what I’ve written now I can see how far along I’ve come! (Do I still think what I write is stupid? Yes! But I feel like that’s a universal experience)
I honestly struggle with finding good Vergil/reader fics and thats one of the main reasons I wanted to publish it.
Im also thinking of giving the reader a nickname to go by so I can avoid y/n, not completely but enough. Like how in “missed connection” Gojo called the reader who was a secretary “Friday”? Honestly that’s probably my favourite fix of all time and I find that type of writing SO DAMN SMART! (If you haven’t read that give it a shot it’s beautiful!)
Anyway I’m mostly done with it I’ll figure something out! I’ll probably put it on ao3 or something.
Thats all I wanted to say, thanks for reading and any advice is welcome!
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When a young woman is hit by a truck and falls into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, things hardly go the way she expected. Everything is terribly, terribly wrong. Instead of a warm reception from the characters she knows, she manages to piss off the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive within minutes of meeting him. Convinced that she's up to no good and fascinated by her story of inter-dimensional travel, Gojo keeps her firmly tucked under the heels of his boots.
And he's decided that he'll never let her go.
What follows is a slow burn enemies to lovers romance between Gojo Satoru and the Reader Avatar (AFAB Original Character), though that's hardly at the forefront. The story is about subverting expectations, breaking down character archetypes, and building up the world of Jujutsu Kaisen in a way the manga neglected to.
This fanfiction deconstructs popular aspects of "yandere" love interests, the emotionally catastrophic results of too-young protagonists facing insurmountable odds (a formula that Shonen anime/manga favor), and the common tropes that we writers use every day.
Would you like to join me in the madness? It could be fun! Just click the links above and start reading!
THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!! PLS HELP ME FIND A FIC LIKE MISSED CONNECTION IT HAS ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY I NEED THAT KIND OF GOJO. Drop some recs plsssss ill forever be grateful 💜💜💜💜💜💜
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meeting sukuna because his brother yuuji is one of ur best friends and although u get off on the wrong foot, u end up becoming close friends and always hang out together at the shitty parties and try each other’s drinks at the club and u don’t admit u love him for the longest time because u don’t think he’d ever feel that way abt u…..until u finally kiss and come to terms with the fact u are both helpless little fucks and then date and have a home with lots of plants and hang onto his arm at the grocery store and
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