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Thank you for the kind words! I’m glad you like them! ❤ Yep, I can do that for you!

Nero

Oh, his flirting is so cute. Mainly because he’s kinda nervous about it. But only if you point it out.

He might mutter something to himself about how good you look, but if you ask him about it, he’ll turn a little red and try to write it off as something else. The only thing he owns up to right away is asking you out. But even that’s a little awkward.

“Hey, do you wanna maybe… uh, would you like to… shit, this is hard.” It takes him a moment to spit it out because he wants to ask in just the right way. But he gets a little more confident over time. Eventually, he’ll evolve to, “Hey, let’s go to this place together.”

Dante

The man is shameless. He is absolutely brazen. If he likes you, he lets you know. He knows when he should back off, but if you let him, he’ll get more and more overt.

He’ll lean onto counters near you in that cheesy, obviously about to drop a corny pickup line kinda way. And then he does. He’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders playfully and in the same moment tell you how he’d love to take you out somewhere. He might also joke that if you wanted to skip dinner and go straight home with him, he wouldn’t mind that either, though he’s more likely to actually treat you to dinner first.

“You’re lookin’ great today, just like everyday. Wouldn’t mind enjoying the view a little longer.” You know his flirting style is more straightforward than most, and you know he’s a good guy at heart, so it comes off as having that special Dante charm.

V

V doesn’t flirt too terribly often. His flirting isn’t a constant thing, but rather every now and again, he’ll say or do something just to win your affections a little bit more.

It’s not because he’s nervous, but because for as romantic as he is, he knows that if he keeps his signs of affection more spaced out instead of constant, it won’t get old very quickly. It helps him come up with new ways to display his affection in the meantime. He does little gestures like placing a hand on your shoulder, brushing his hand against yours (especially his fingertips), things like that. The bigger gestures involve leaving you sweet notes in places you’d find them.

“While the lily white shall in love delight, nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.” He reads these sorts of romantic poems aloud to you, whether directed at you or not. He believes the words are beautifully arranged, and he wants to share them with you. He’s more likely to use words like “handsome/beautiful” and “lovely” to describe you. He’s very sweet.

Vergil

Flirting? Vergil? Definitely not. He wants you to know he’s interested in you, but he’s not sure how to go about doing that. In this way, it’s awkward, but in a different awkward than Nero.

It’s not a nervousness sort of awkward. It’s an awkwardness born of him simply not knowing how to interact with people. His displays of interest aren’t him directly complimenting you. He’ll sit a little closer to you, but not say anything, really. If he does say something, it’s nothing like saying you look good, or that you’re nice to be around.

Sorry about the wait! Hope you enjoy these headcanons!

Vergil likely doesn’t even look in your direction until you impress him - in battle or out of it. It could be when you match his poem with another of William Blake’s, shooting theories and analyses of his poems back and forth with Vergil until he’s absolutely smitten. It could be when you improvised with a weapon after you’ve been stripped of yours, fighting your way out of an impossible situation that Vergil thought would be your last. Or it could be when you treat him with such kindness, such courtesy, treating him like any regular person without fear or aversion.

He’s terrible at flirting. You’d think with the way he’s so eloquent with his recitals and his confidence off and on the battlefield, he’d be suave and sure of himself with you. Alas, that’s not quite the case. Vergil’s never had to really flirt and worm his way into anyone’s heart, they usually fell at his feet with just a glance if he so chose. With you, he’s careful, wary of the fact that you possess an equally authoritative aura as he does. He’s a little tongue-tied when your conversations turn to more casual topics, getting flustered when you ask him about himself, his hobbies, what he likes to do. Come on, Vergil, think of something smart and flirty to say! No, not that, fuck!

Vergil leaves you little gifts with handwritten letters and poems, his handwriting alternating between angled scribbles and slightly less than elegant calligraphy depending on how much time he has to write those love letters. And yes, they’re love letters even if all they consist of are poems and a quick sign of his name and yours at the bottom and the top respectively. Who else would he care about enough to devote this much time to write letters? Plus, he makes sure those poems are ones you like or ones that expresses his feelings about you.

I’m so glad you liked them! ❤ I could absolutely do that for you!

Nero

Nero’s face is so red. He can’t believe he just did that. But he’s laughing right alongside you, mostly out of joy that you responded positively. He’s smiling from ear to ear and you don’t know if you’ve seen him so happy before.

“You know, I wanted to tell you somewhere special. And uh, tell you a little differently. Something about how much you mean to me and how I’d like being with you.” You pulled him into your arms, still grinning up a storm.

“Yeah, but I don’t think you could’ve confessed in a more you way than what you just did.” Nero asks what you mean by that, but he can’t even pretend to be offended. You’re right and he knows it. He hugs you back and tells you how happy you’ve made him by returning his affections.

Dante

You’re leaning against Dante the next day on the couch, playing on your phone while he’s flipping through a gun magazine. Not much has changed after his confession other than he’s gotten a little more cuddly and teases you just as much.

“So how long were you planning that confession?” you ask him. It’s not important to you, but you’re just a little curious since it came out of the blue.

Dante flips the page as he simply answers, “Probably about 20 minutes. 10 of those were spent getting the roses and the other 10 was waiting for you to get back to the office.” You start chuckling and he ruffles your hair. “What’d you expect, a romantic dinner? No one has time for that these days. Though if you really wanted one, I guess we could go somewhere instead of ordering pizza tonight. Italian sound good?”

V

After he gets the confession off his chest, you notice he just visibly looks a lot more relaxed and happy. His body language says just as much as his words do about how content he is with how this turned out. Nothing has made him happier than the fact that his love was requited.

“You’re in good spirits,” you commented one day as you entered the van to see him reading his book on the couch. He actually stands to greet you, going over to hold your hands in his. They’re not as warm as yours, but the way he holds your hands… you can feel his love for you in that gesture alone.

“I have good reason to be, darling,” he answers. “Seeing you safe and happy could pull me out of the stormiest of moods.” You’ve never seen V in a bad mood, but when you notice the way he looks at you, you don’t doubt this at all.

Vergil

He’s still a little clumsy when it comes to showing his feelings for you, but compared to how he interacts with everyone else, there’s no question about how much he likes you. He’s just bad at strongly positive emotion.

“Any closer to figuring out if this is love or not?” you tease, remembering his awkward confession. You knew not to poke too much fun at him, but enough to let him know you were still amused by it. Vergil chuckles a little in response.

Glad to know I didn’t disappoint too terribly with that prompt for all of my naivety on writing any S/O where the femininity is a big point. Yep yep, I can absolutely do that for you! Since you didn’t really specify a character, I hope it’s alright if I do a paragraph or so for each guy!

Nero

A knife whizzed by Nero’s cheek as he stepped to the side to dodge the weapon. He kept his eyes locked on his assailant’s, looking for any sign of anything that wasn’t murderous. Previously, he thought those eyes were absolutely captivating. They still were, but less in an endearing way, and more in the sense that Nero felt like if he looked away for even a moment, he would be opening himself up for more attacks.

He thought about asking her why she was doing this. He ran through all sorts of reasons in his head: money wasn’t a motive because he didn’t have a lot of it; he’d never seen this person in Fortuna, so it wasn’t a weird zealot from the Order looking to avenge Sanctus; she’d only ever seen him with his Devil Breaker, so she had no reason to hunt him down for his demonic abilities.

He successfully warded her off, but his thoughts continued to stray to her even after weeks of nothing happening. In the time they had spent together, she had him bewitched. Of course, this was her goal the entire time, he figured. Should their paths cross again, Nero knew he couldn’t pull his punches.

Dante

Dante crossed his pistols in front of his face as the woman rushed him, knife poised to kill. The blade caught in the space where the guns met, the high-pitched shing of metal-on-metal almost too loud for Dante’s ears. “We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” he quipped, grinning. “People are gonna start to get the wrong idea.” He pushed back against her weight, and she voluntarily jumped back to avoid losing her balance.

“I knew it wouldn’t be so easy to take you down, Dante. Your reputation precedes you, though I guess that’s why I wanted to try to spill some of your blood myself.” She rushed in again, feinting an attack aimed for the stomach, but twisting her body and sinking her blade into his leg. She let go of the handle and put some distance between her and her target again.

Dante hissed as he took hold of the knife and pulled it out, the wound healing up rather quickly. “Well, you’ll have to try a little harder than this. Maybe come at me with something bigger next time.” He tossed the knife onto the ground in front of her. “And if it helps you any, I have a small allergy to holy water. Gives me a real annoying rash.” He called in Cavaliere, revving it as he prepared to take off. “Lookin’ forward to the next one, beautiful!”

V

V slowed his steps, listening closely to the sounds of the street around him. He came to a complete stop, closing his eyes to focus. The noise that caused him pause seemed to have stopped, but he was certain that he had heard it: the sound of footsteps that weren’t his.

Just as he expected, when he turned around, he was met with a series of knives hurling through the air towards his neck. The tattoos dissolved off of his skin as Shadow materialized from the shards, its tail forming a blade and deflecting the weapons. They clattered to the ground and the would-be killer scoffed. “As I expected. Getting the drop on you isn’t very easy.” She drew the sword off of her back and pointed it at V, earning a growl from Shadow.

“Of course not.” V gripped his cane a little tighter as Shadow paced near his feet. “You continue to try, although you know what the result is going to be. Though I suppose that tenacity is what drew me towards you in the first place.” He spun the cane around so the end was resting on his shoulder. “While I will not return blows with you, you’re free to continue your assault. You know you cannot win at this point.” He smirked. “But I welcome the entertainment.”

Vergil

Vergil swung the still-sheathed Yamato towards his opponent’s ribs, though the blow was dodged with a rather graceful back-step. He didn’t let up the offensive, taking another swing, stepping forward to close the distance again, only to be dodged yet again. In one fluid motion, he unsheathed the Yamato and slashed at a diagonal, dashing forward. This time, the blade met the fabric of his opponent’s shirt.

As Vergil was preparing to attack again, she saw her opportunity, getting in close with her dual daggers, aiming for any vital spot that she could. Vergil flash-stepped backwards out of her range, but kept her in range of his katana. “That’s cheating, you know,” she commented. Vergil laughed humorlessly.

“Does a fair fight really matter to someone like you? You lure men in before you discard them, and rather violently. That doesn’t seem very fair to me,” he responded. He had to admit that he tried not to use any of his powers in a fight against a human, but the blades got a little closer than he would’ve liked. “We can continue this all day, but we know that this will only end in death.”

She grinned back at him, a malicious expression. “You’re right. And it’ll end in yours.”