#dmc5 lady

🥳🎉Happy 20th Anniversary Devil May Cry 3! 🎉🥳

My first DMC game (cause I’m always late for the party).

HI HIII, SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR SO LONG!! I STARTED UNI AGAIN AND ITS BEEN KICKING MY ASS!! ANYWAY CREDITS TO LONG ANON AND THIS ASK FOR GIVING ME TO IDEA FOR THIS!! AND SORRY, BUT UPDATES WILL BE SLOWER BC OF UNI TOO (like w this, mb-) SO JUST LETTING YALL KNOW!! IM NOT DEAD-

Here are the previous parts if anyone needs to catch up! (Pt 1, pt 2, pt 3)

Also trigger warnings for throwing up and potential existential crises

Hope you guys enjoy my first (?? Does the crying oneshot count as angst? Uhhh-) attempt at angst! I love yall!!

You woke up the next day feeling…odd, to say the least. Your head was pounding slightly ever since you opened your eyes and everything seemed like a blur. And that’s saying something considering how often you tended to disassociate on a daily basis. But this…

This didn’t feel like normal.

The entire morning since you woke up, had breakfast with the couple, and being abducted -sorry, picked up- by Trish and Lady, went by in a blur. You don’t remember sitting at the table with Kyrie and Nero, nor do you remember how you got to the nearest mall with the two older women. Surely you were just out of it? Maybe you still just weren’t used to being in this world. Surely.

“Little spark? Are you alright?”

“Huh?” You blinked suddenly snapping back to a conversation you were probably supposed to be part of as you saw two pieces of clothing in your face. One held by Lady and the other by Trish. “Oh yeah, sorry. Zoned out again. What’d you say?”

“I was wondering what you thought. Do you like this shirt?” Trish asked again, handing you the shirt so you could inspect it.

Giving it a once over, it really didn’t look bad at all. You liked it but you couldn’t see yourself in it…Lady’s pick on the other hand…

The gunswoman saw you glance in her direction and smirked knowingly, letting you have a closer look at her pick. “You like it?”

“Uh…yeah actually…lemme see how much- fuck me” You muttered as you looked for the price tag and shortly grimaced at the number shortly after. It seems a bit overpriced for a shirt…

Lady laughed at your expression, ruffling your hair and placing the shirt on the pile of clothes she and Trish had already built up for all three of you.

“Y’know, you really should stop worrying about the prices so much. We have the money to pay for it and we don’t mind spending on you. ‘Sides, it’s nice to have someone else to shop with after all.”

“Still…” You uttered with a small frown, feeling guilty despite being thankful for all the stuff they’d gotten you so far.

Trish cut you off with a finger to your lips, tracing it down to your chin to guide your face in her direction, making you look up at her. Her blue eyes gazing down at you and her lips tugging up with a smirk as your face reddened slightly.

“Still..? There’s no need to feel guilty, little spark. Just be a good little darling and let us take care of you, okay? Sounds simple doesn’t it?”

“UHHH-“

“Mhm. Have to agree with her on this one, doll.” Lady chimed in, placing her arm around your shoulder and leaning down to speak in your ear. Letting out an amused huff as your face turned redder.

“Besides, I thought you said you could handle the two of us…so where’d that bravado go, hm?”

You only sputtered in response, going somewhat limp as the two women laughed at your flustered reaction and kept shopping with you.

The rest of the day was spent wandering the mall, desperately ignoring the growing pounding in your head as you were eventually dropped back at the couple’s place.

“Kyrie..? Nero? I’m home..!” You called the couple’s names out hesitantly as you stepped through the front door, shortly being greeted by them and noticing how much more enthusiastic they seemed after you called their names. Guess you underestimated how much they liked you.

“Hey angel! Back from shopping, huh?” Nero grinned, grabbing your bags and helping you bring them to your room. Kyrie following suit as she caught up to the two of you before she leaned down to kiss your cheek. Something that made you look down with an embarrassed expression.

“M-mhm…hey Kyrie.”

“Hi snowdrop” The woman smiled gently, guiding you to sit down on the bed before taking a seat next to you. Her lover shortly doing the same on your other side before they both placed an arm around you and leaned on you. Cooing internally at how you subconsciously relaxed at that.

They loved seeing how you slowly got used to their affection little by little. It really goes to show that their feelings aren’t one sided. You just haven’t sorted out yours completely, that’s all. How endearing

“Uh, guys..? I forgot to mention but Trish and Lady are still outside…they said they wanted to talk to you two without me” You spoke up, snapping them out of their daze before Nero furrowed his brows.

“Did they say why or what that’s about?”

“Mm-mm” You shook your head with a small hum “They wouldn’t tell me and I had a feeling they wouldn’t either if I pushed so..”

“Sounds about right..” Nero muttered before letting out a sigh, reluctantly letting you go and standing up with Kyrie following suit.

“We’ll be back in a few minutes then, okay? Just get comfortable, so we can check your back again alright? We know it’s healed but just to make sure” Kyrie spoke softly, giving you another kiss on the cheek before leaving the room with Nero.

“Nero?! Kyrie?! You two home?!”

“Yeah yeah, we’re here. Stop yelling already Lady. Geez..” Nero grumbled as he opened the front door, leaning on the door frame as his girlfriend joined his side.

“So. What did ‘ya two wanna talk about? Is something up with dad and Dante or?”

Trish shook her head, her expression growing serious as she started to fill the couple in.

“Not exactly…it’s about Y/N”

The couple’s expressions grew serious as well, not wanting to waste any time.

“Did something happen during your lil’ shopping trip or somethin’? ‘They hurt?” Nero glared at the two women, quickly assuming the worst.

“Relax lover boy, they’re fine…for now.” Lady sighed as she rubbed her temple. “Just let us explain alright? They’re not hurt but we noticed something was off and we want you to keep an eye on them.”

“T-then what is it?” Kyrie spoke up with a worried frown, wanting to know what was happening to you so she and Nero could come up with a way to help.

“Well…”

~Flashback!!~

The three of you finally found a place to eat -much to your relief, you were starving- but that stupid headache was still bothering you. Still, it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. Just a small migraine. Besides, you didn’t want to ruin the day today, especially considering how well everything’s been going so far.

“Hey doll?”

“Hm?” You looked up from your food, watching as Lady placed a hand on your forehead with a puzzled frown and seeing her own expression grimace a little.

“You’re feeling a little hot, y’know that? I didn’t want to mention it earlier because I wasn’t sure of it but now that I’m checking properly…are you feeling alright?”

“…I mean…yeah? I guess I got a lil’ headache but nothing major” You replied before seeing your opportunity to say something stupid…you’re so back chat-

“…unless that I’m so hot that even my body temperature is adapting to that” You smirked with a dumb one liner, internally cringing almost immediately after uttering those words. Not needing to look up to see their exasperated expression.

“….sorry. Uh” You trailed off before clearing your throat. “But -ahem- I’m okay. I don’t feel weak or sick or anything like that.”

At the lack of response you looked up, only to see them somewhat surprised…did you say something wrong?? I mean aside from the obvious-

“Guys?”

“Pfft-“ Lady snickered quietly, muffling her laughter behind her hand as Trish shortly did the same. Leaving you to watch in confusion as the two older women laughed at -what you assumed was- your previous remark.

“Uhh-“

“Sorry sorry…it’s just- hahaha!” Lady cut herself off with more laughter as Trish intervened for them both.

“It’s just we were surprised by your little comment, little spark” She sighed as her laughter died down, smiling at you in amusement and fondness. “It’s…refreshing, oddly enough. We missed hearing you make a fool of yourself trying to swoon or flirt with us. Even if you didn’t know we could hear you back then”

“Ah” You uttered, your face slowly reddening as you looked down -woah you felt warm…maybe you were sick- and continued to eat. Not being able to help the little smile growing on your face at their laughter.

“…I guess so..” You muttered, feeling that despite everything…seeing them laugh at your stupid comment…numbed the pain you felt. Even if just for a moment

~Flashback end!!~

“So they’re sick?” Nero concluded, crossing his arm as the blonde demoness finished speaking.

“Could be. We’re not a hundred percent sure, especially since they didn’t seem to have any plans on telling us either. So since they live with you, we want you to keep tracks on them. I’ll tell Dante and Vergil too just in case but I’ll leave most of it up to you two” Lady shrugged, not sure as to what was going on herself but wanting to stop it before you actually got sick.

“Got it. I’ll let Nico know too just in case. As annoying as she is, she knows how to get shit done” Nero nodded before letting out a sigh, the four sharing their last goodbyes before closing the door.

“…will they be okay?” Kyrie spoke up worriedly, leaving Nero with a quiet pause before cupping her cheek.

“I’d hope so…angel’s pretty tough. But based on what Trish told us, they won’t say anything otherwise. So let’s just keep an eye on them, alright?”

“Mhm!”

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“Snowdrop? Are you alright?” Kyrie spoke up as she knocked on the door, brows furrowing in concern as she received no response.

“Y/N? It’s almost 4 pm, snowdrop. Are you awake?” She tried again, her concern growing as you stayed quiet once more before muttering an apology under her breath as she let herself in the room. Spotting your sleeping form on the bed and approaching before sitting down next to you.

She’s seen you wake up late before but not this late.

As she observed your resting form, she couldn’t help how she took solace in the way you slept so peacefully. How your chest rose and fell slowly, your quiet breaths…is that drool?

She carefully brought her hand to your face, wiping the trail of saliva off the corner of your lips with a small but loving smile before her brows furrowed in worry again. Her hand moving to your neck then to your forehead.

You were burning up…that’d explain why you were still asleep.

Her conversation with Trish and Lady from the day before flashed through her head, recalling how they mentioned you could be sick. Your temperature at the moment only seemed to confirm their suspicions.

“Mmnh…Kyrie..?” She snapped out of her thoughts as she heard you speak up with a groggy hum. Her eyes darting your sleepy figure as you look up at her with a half lidded gaze. “G’mornin..”

“It’s already the afternoon snowdrop…are you alright?” She asked gently, placing a hand on your lower back as she helped you sit up. Letting her fingers linger under your shirt and rubbing her thumb in a soothing motion.

“Yeah just…a little lightheaded” You muttered, down playing the current migraine -that you noted grew worse from yesterday- you felt.

Her brows furrowed again as she heard your lie, feeling somewhat hurt you choose to hide the discomfort you felt.

“Y/N…”

‘Oh shit, she said my name-‘ You thought, knowing that even though it wasn’t uncommon for her to use your real name instead of the usual nicknames from her -and many others- sometimes, you had a feeling she used it for a reason.

“Yes..?” You uttered somewhat nervously, now actually growing nervous under her stare.

“You’re burning up…why didn’t you tell us you were sick?” She frowned, placing her other hand on your forehead.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-“

In all honesty? You didn’t have a good reason to not tell her and Nero. You just didn’t worry them with something as minor as a migraine. But you didn’t expect that to turn into a fever…

“…I didn’t want to worry you two…I’m sorry, Kyrie…” You mumbled, letting yourself be pulled by her as she rested your head on her chest.

“Don’t say that…don’t make it sound like you’re a burden to us. We choose to worry. And we chose to take care of you…we promised, didn’t we?” She spoke softly, receiving a quiet hum from you in response.

“Oh dear…I’ll call Nero and let him know, okay? Do you want me stay?” She sighed as she observed your reaction, noting how you didn’t make a move to back away from her…if anything, she only felt you tighten your hold on the back of her jacket slightly for a brief moment. Something that made her smile softly to herself at your wordless response.

She kept her hand around your lower back, her fingers shifting to your hip as she reached for her phone. Slowly dialing her lover’s number before letting the phone ring on her lap before you both heard his voice over the phone.

“Hello? You okay Kyrie?”

“I’m alright, but…maybe you should be asking Y/N that instead..” She sighed, which only served to make you more nervous at the lack of nicknames.

‘Chat am I cooked-‘ You thought, glancing at her phone as the conversation continued

“Huh? Angel? What about ‘em? Nico sHUT UP-“

‘Aiya’ you thought as you heard the two argue on the other end of the line before you hesitantly spoke up with a rough murmur

“Uhhh…I’m sick…surprise…”

The other end of the line went quiet, the mechanic and rookie devil hunter putting a pause to their bickering before blowing up again.

“YOU’RE SICK?!?”

“YOU LET THEM GET SICK?!”

“I DIDN’T DO SHIT SMARTASS!”

“WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD’VE PAYED MORE ATTENTION TO ‘EM!”

“SAYS YOU LITTLE MRS I WANNA STAY IN MY VAN ALL DAY SMOKIN AND TINKERING!”

“WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT-“

“Oh dear…” Kyrie muttered as you snickered quietly under your breath at the bickering before hearing her speak up in a surprisingly stern voice.

“Would you two stop acting like children and focus? They’re sick with a fever and a migraine and your bickering isn’t going to help here! Got it?”

The other end of the line went quiet once more, making you go quiet as well instinctively before hearing the two apologize with an awkward murmur.

“Sorry Kyrie”

“Yeah, my bad girly”

“Oh but you won’t apologize to me?”

“God fucking damn it Nero-“

“You two…” Kyrie warned again, causing you to laugh quietly again as they immediately stopped and focused again.

“Right uh…so, what happened, angel?”

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“Ugh…” You groaned quietly, sitting up on the bed as you woke up the next day. Feeling like your fever was way worse than from the day before. However the medicine the couple got you -and their company, though you weren’t sure if you could ever tell them that- helped a bit

“Fuck…oh, that’s no good” You muttered, getting up and walking to the bathroom in the hallway to brush your teeth. Stumbling over your feet from how dizzy you felt before feeling a sharp pain in your chest, causing you to inhale sharply and close your eyes. But strangely enough when you opened them…you weren’t in the hallway anymore. You were in the bathroom…or a bathroom…wait a second, is that-

“…sweetheart?” Dante blinked, having just watched you teleport into his bathroom mid morning routine.

You only blinked back in return, being just as stunned and confused as he was before the nausea set in and promptly covering your mouth. Turning to look for the toilet before falling to your knees and throwing up, with Dante quickly going to your side and holding your hair back. His other hand placed on your back.

“Woah! Woah, woah, easy there! I know my bed hair ain’t the prettiest but it’s nothing to throw up at!” He tried to lighten the mood, rubbing your back gently as you wretched into the toilet bowl. Watching as you gasped for air after you were done and helping you clean up. Wiping the tears that gathered in your eyes and leaning you against him before flinching back in surprise at how warm you felt.

“Jesus- sweetheart, you’re burning up. What the hell happened?”

‘More importantly, how did they teleport in here? Weren’t they at Nero’s place? But based on their reaction, it wasn’t voluntary…what the hell is going on here?’ He thought

“I…” You uttered quietly, still catching your breath before you muttered “I dunno…I’ve been sick since yesterday and when I was going to the bathroom to wash my teeth, I got…like this pain in my chest”

You brought a hand to the side of your chest were the pain shot through you, wondering just what that was about before continuing.

“It hurt a lot so I just, closed my eyes and before I knew it, I ended up here…but I don’t know why or how..”

Dante took your explanation in, his usual laid back approach going out the window before he nodded.

“Alright…let’s get you back to Nero’s place then. You’re sick so you need to rest.”

“What if I just end up teleporting again?” You asked, bringing up a valid point for the white haired man. He only sighed in response, helping you up and moving to set you down on his bed.

“I dunno, sweetheart…but just let me get dressed, okay? I’ll be quick, I promise” He smiled gently, carefully running his fingers through your hair before hesitantly leaving your side as he did his best to get ready. Rushing around the room almost comically -something that drew a few weak laughs from you, something that made him secretly prideful of- as he finished getting dressed.

“Alright, time to go!”

“What? ACK-“

You squawked indignantly as he picked you up and quickly rushed to his motorcycle and rode off with you into the quickest route to his nephew’s place.

‘Oh god, I’m gonna be sick…sicker??????’ You thought, leaning onto Dante more as you got dizzy from the speed he was going. Normally, if you weren’t feeling so shitty, you’d be enjoying the adrenaline you got from this but right now?

You felt like…like you were in two places at once. Preferably somewhere where you wouldn’t be going at such a high speed…maybe on a couch.

You felt a pain shot through you again, closing your eyes as you felt your body violent twitch and shake as you reopened your eyes, finding yourself in Nico’s van for a moment brief moment. Watching as she tinkered with what probably was a new gadget of hers

“…hey Nico”

“Hey Tinkerbell” She acknowledged absentmindedly before realizing you literally appeared out of nowhere. Trying to get a word in before you started gaining a horrible coughing fit as another -now almost familiar- pain shoot through you as you doubled over.

“Wait how did- Tinker, you okay-?!”

Her voice cut off as you suddenly teleported again, appearing in what seemed like random field as you fell to your knees and finally threw up once more, missing the green and almost numeric glint in your stomach acid that went away just as soon as it appeared.

“Urk- fuck..” You gasped roughly, coughing on the ground as you breathed in deeply. Trying to catch your breath before you started to grow lightheaded, especially since doing so in a place you didn’t recognize would be a horrible idea-

…

Your eyes widened as you looked up…out of all the places you could’ve possibly ended up in. You ended up in the twin’s old home…or what was left of it, that is.

You slowly got up, legs weak as you took wobbly and slow steps into the ruins of the Sparda household. Using the rubble for support as you walked through the old home, and stopping as you reached the huge family portrait in the middle of the destroyed living room. Taking respite under it as you sat down, having no choice as your legs gave up on you.

You looked up at the portrait once more, taking in the family’s appearance before settling in on the mother and father. Tilting your head to the side as you stared at their unchanging expression.

The longer you stared at the old portrait, the longer you became away of feeling yourself tear up for a moment. You didn’t know why but couldn’t tell if you could fully blame it on your current condition -which was starting to grow more painful than you realized- or…

Or at the melancholic and sorrowful atmosphere surrounding the ruined home. As if the place itself mourned for the lives lost here. Not just Eve’s but the loss of the life the twins had before they were attacked at a young age.

“Ugh, what I am on about? Fuck..” You groaned as you felt tears roll down, frustrated at your lack of emotional control but letting it happen anyway. You were pain, you were confused at what was happening to you and…and you missed your old world too.

Sure, living here with some of your favorite characters was something people would dream off but…not like this. Being forced to come here without a choice, and having no way of return either…you were in a place that was familiar yet unknown to you.

…so yes, perhaps you were scared too…

You couldn’t count how many nights you’ve cried yourself to sleep due to that fear and homesickness you felt…or maybe it was hopelessness. You weren’t sure…

You didn’t know how long you had stayed crying in the ruins of the broken home but doing so had left you drained both physically and emotionally. Feeling as you were close to falling asleep. But doing so here in the open wasn’t a good idea. Not when a demon could easily find you here.

But your eyes felt so…so so heavy…

Before you knew it, you had passed out under old family portrait. The unmoving expressions of the older members of the family serving as a silent guardian as you rested.

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By the time you had woken up, you weren’t even in the old home anymore. All you could tell at the current moment was that you only gained consciousness again because you felt that annoying pain in your chest again, causing you to quickly throw up near whatever was closest to you

You took a deep breath before wiping the tears from your eyes, squinting as you noticed something…off. Aside from the constant puking, teleporting and ongoing fever that is

“…is that code…??? In my stomach acid????? What????????” You muttered, not being to give it much thought after being snapped out of your thoughts by a nearby shriek.

“A demon?!” You whisper yelled, hurriedly making your way to hide. No way were you going to stay out in the open again, not after what happened at the tree all those weeks ago.

“Scum”

‘Excuse me????’ You thought, blinking back as you heard a familiar voice from nearby.

You hesitantly peaked your head out from your hiding spot, spitting a certain white haired swordsman taking down a hoard of demons. Now that you think about it, that sure looks like the Qlipoth roots from afar…or at least what’s left of them. And the grass looks awfully white…

WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE- ARE YOU IN HELL??

Before you could fully panic about your current whereabouts, you heard another roar from behind you, causing you to quickly snap your head to look as some distorted lizard looking demon tilted its head to the side. As if wondering what you were

‘ITS ONE OF THOSE FUCKERS FROM THE JUNGLE IN DMC4!!’ You thought, staying as still as possible while you both observed the other

“Nice lizard…nice little lizard…please don’t kill me…” You murmured shakily before the demon started to crawl closer and closer. Stopping its tracks and towering slightly over you as it sniffed you, letting out a strangled noise and trembling faintly as it did.

The demon backed away after what felt like hours, simply going back to observing you curiously. It’s as if it confused on what it came here for…

…until you let out a sneeze. Feeling that weird pain in your chest again but less prominent…DID YOUR ARM JUST GLITCH?!

At the sudden noise though, the demon lunged at you, causing you to scream and raise your arms in an attempt to shield yourself before you felt more pain shoot through you in brief bursts

One moment you were next to the broken Qlipoth roots, then the next near the white grass fields, then in the same clearing Vergil was fighting in, and then next to the demon again.

But before the demon could even try to attack again, it was cut down by a doppelgänger of Vergil’s DT. Watching in surprise before it caught you in its arms and settled in a safer area from ongoing slaughter, letting out a squawk as the doppelgänger purred and nuzzled its scaly face against yours. Seemingly enjoying having you in its hold while you simply stayed still.

‘…would-‘ You thought, not even bothering to protest -not that you would’ve- against its affectionate nature. After day you’re having, some demonic cuddles ain’t all that bad.

You watched as Vergil seemed to look for his copy, catching sight of you being coddled by it and clicking his tongue under his breath before quickly killing off the remaining demons nearby with judgement cut end before making his way over to you.

While desperately ignoring how awed you looked at that attack. It was endearing how your face lit up in surprise and amazement at his swordsmanship

“How did you get here?”

“Huh? Oh, hell if I know. I’ve been sick with a fever and apparently that came with some kinda virus because I’ve been teleporting -or glitching I don’t even know- all over the place since this morning…literally” You replied before covering your mouth and forced down some vomit.

In response to that, the demonic copy -you’ll call it Mirage for now…you think that’s what those reflections of his are actually called in canon anyway so makes sense- nuzzled his face into the top of your head. His purrs growling louder in an attempt to soothe you, while Vergil’s eyes narrowed more at the blatant display of affection from his doppelgänger.

“I see…” He muttered, kneeling down infront of you and noticing faint…glitching…? For lack of better term, in your eyes. “That would explain the twitching and coding in your eyes”

“The what?”

“Twitching and coding” He repeated, observing how you blinked back in bewilderment as he stared back calmly. Hiding any concern he had at your weakened state. And the jealousy he felt at his doppelgänger coddling towards you. “Were you not aware of this?”

“NO?????” You shot back in a panic, bringing your hands to your face to see if it felt any different with what the swordsman just told you. You could feel your breathing getting shallower, chest getting as you remembered the actual strings of binary coming out of you when you threw up.

‘What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG ON WITH ME?!’

You thought, starting to spiral before you were snapped out of it by Vergil and Mirage. Feeling the demon’s claws scratching your scalp while the white haired man gripped your hand to ground you.

“Breath, Y/N…just as we managed to bring you to our world, we can solve what’s happening to you” Vergil muttered, unsure as to how else to reassure you before he let his expression and tone soften. “Will you trust me on that? My dearest…”

You only stared at him with a shaky breath, trying to regulate as you looked behind you to see Mirage still petting your head and purring loudly to soothe your nerves. Something that made you tear up again before looking down to your lap and swallow the lump in your throat with a faint nod.

“…mhm…” You hummed weakly, blinking back any tears -and failing miserably- before you felt Mirage grab your face with a clawed hand, practically squeezing your cheeks a little as he tilted your head up before he-

LICKED YOUR TEARS?? HELLO??? ISN’T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE VERGIL’S TRUE SELF OR WHATEVER? If so, why didn’t he do it himself? Pussy-

“HUH?!”

“God fucking damn it- DISAPPEAR ALREADY!”

After that whole debacle, Vergil made sure you two made it safely out of Hell. Simply making a rift with Yamato and arriving in Nero’s place completely unannounced. Something he didn’t appreciate as he saw his father cut through literal time and space in the middle of his garage.

“Oh for fuck’s sake- how many times do I have to tell you old man! Stop breaking space time continuum in my fucking living ro- Y/N?!” Nero groaned before he cut himself off as he saw you against his father’s side. Somehow looking worse than he last saw you, but he could fuss over you in a moment. He needed to let everyone know that you were back…and somewhat safe and sound.

“KYRIE!! CALL DANTE!! Y/N’S BACK!”

“WHAT?!”

‘Y’know? If I had a nickel for each time I’d been delivered to Nero’s place like a lost pet, I’d have two nickels…which is weird that it’d happen twice- Twice? Like the kpop group? GOTCHA ON MY RADAR, SOON YOURE GONNA BE WITH ME! MY STRATEGY! STRATEGY- MAN SYBAU-‘ You thought, watching as the couple rushed around to make calls as Vergil brought you over to the couch.

“Yes they’re right here!! Mr. Vergil just brought them to us from the underworld!…w-we don’t know how they got there, no…” You overheard Kyrie on the phone, most likely talking with Dante and anyone she could tell the news about your current state before you were snapped out of your daze by her lover.

“You okay angel? Aside from the obvious…” He muttered, placing a hand on your forehead before grimacing at the temperature. Only receiving a faint hum in response from you before and looked towards his father who sat beside you and sighed.

“I’ll go make them something easy to digest before they take any medicine…keep an eye on ‘em, will you?” He spoke softly as to not overwhelm you before leaving towards the kitchen. Leaving you alone with his father as he started to cook something for you and Kyrie made some calls in the background.

Vergil turned to look down at you, noting how you were lost in your own world. Seeming out of it as you brows furrowed faintly and deciding that bringing you to the bathroom would be for the best.

But before he could do that, you placed a hand over your mouth. Hurriedly getting up and clumsily making your way to the nearest trashcan before ultimately throwing up again, the same binary code from and glitching becoming more prominent than before.

“Fuck-“ You cursed under your breath, growing panicked at the distorted effect heard in your own voice in that moment while everyone’s voices faded into the background. You could barely process the couple and the swordsman kneeling beside you to see how you were. The tears built in your eyes due to the stress on your throat. Their voices constantly asking if you were alright. The gloved hand on your back trying to ground you back as you stared at the stomach acid and code in it at the bottom of the trash in a daze.

V making one comment to Lady isn’t enough, Lady making one offhand comment about killing Arkham isn’t enough, Trish saying she vaguely knows of Vergil isn’t enough, some letter from Morrison ISN’T ENOUGH. They could’ve easily been inserted into the story and had an actual role beyond getting naked for NO REASON. Hell, with the way dmc5’s story is, Lady and Trish could’ve been entirely removed and nothing would’ve changed. They had as much importance as Kyrie in this game (maybe even less now that I think about it).

Lady actually knew Vergil, even if not as well as Dante did, and she definitely knew him a lot better than Trish did, so why didn’t SHE say anything of value to Nero about Vergil? Why don’t we get to see Vergil’s reaction to Trish? UMVC3 is the closest we’ll ever get to that. Why don’t Lady and Dante talk to each other at all about anything? I get that they’re emotionally constipated, but they’ve seen each other in their darkest moments and stuck by each other’s side for more than 20 years at that point, I’m sure they’ve opened up to each other at SOME point after the fact. They’re the only two characters that have even met Vergil up to that point, I’m sure they’d both have their own thoughts on him coming back to raise hell again. Why don’t either of them talk to Nero in a meaningful manner? He doesn’t ask them about Dante despite them being his closest friends even though he has a lot of unanswered questions? He doesn’t have anything to say to them? Not even in Visions of V? Like jesus man. VERGIL doesn’t have anything to say to Lady beyond “glad to see you look so well” or whatever?

These two could’ve helped further deepen our understanding of the Sparda boys as well. Lady doesn’t even act like herself in this game and neither does Trish. The writing for these two was so dogshit it’s almost insulting. It would’ve almost been better if they didn’t include these two in the game with how botched the execution was. They were already included solely for fan service so why not actually make their presence matter? “Their main stories were done” doesn’t mean that they can’t be utilized meaningfully AT ALL. There is so much that hasn’t been explored yet with these two, so much so that you honestly could make a spinoff game about each of them. Hell, Dante’s story has been “done” since the first game but they keep finding new shit to do with him. Nero’s story was “done” in dmc4, but he’s the main character of 5. Vergil literally died and they resurrected him for 5. That’s not an excuse.

i need capcom to make dmc6 so they can make more yuri scenes of lady and trish for me to latch onto. they’re like dante’s lesbian coworkers to me i need them to make out on screen

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