#nero imagines

I loved the "Can I spend my life with you?" fic and it got me thinking... Nero would be so soft around little kids! 🤧 Chaotic but soft! Like playful and fully engaged with whatever they are doing and 1000% down to play with dolls or putting on makeup or a full on nerf war or a foam sword fight or even just chasing the kid around, cackling like a gremlin while the kid screams and giggles! 😭

It would be so precious to watch and my heart can't handle how cute it is!!!

Playtime (Nero x Reader & Their Child)♥

(Dad Nero has my heart💖💖😭 Both baby and Reader are gender neutral for maximum self insertion haha~ I based this on my younger family members and how I mess around with them! (◠‿◠✿) Thank you for the request!! xo)

Summary; Nero playing with your toddler! Word Count; 575 Warnings; None! :)

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of course! I love these two so so much 🥺💕

Warnings: Mentions of food, reader blacks out for a moment, worried Nero and Kyrie

Characters: Kyrie x Male!Reader x Nero (polyamorous)

Pronouns used: He/Him

hc that Kyrie is very receptive to the feelings of people around her, so she’s very empathetic

This means that she’ll quickly catch on to you being burnt out, but she trusts you, so when you just say you’re feeling tired, she drops the subject, she’s still worried about you though

Both you and Nero have been working a bit more recently, so she’s gotten a bit lonely (even with the orphanage, she just misses you guys), meaning she gets a bit clingier when you’re home, following you around like a lost puppy (it’s very cute)

(Un)fortunately, this means she witnessed you black out for a second while you were in the kitchen

After making sure you were okay, she immediately pushed you over to the couch and started piling pillows and blankets on top of you, almost as if she was trying to have them weigh you down

All the while, you were telling her you were fine, and that it was your turn to make dinner anyway, but she was having none of it, considering sitting on top of you to keep you still

The both of you freeze when you hear the door open, and Nero’s heavy footsteps follow

Kyrie was quick to drag him over to the couch you were at and push him down onto it, which left a very confused Nero

“Uhh... hey?” “Nero. keep him here. Don’t let him move an inch!” “Can I at least take off my shoes first?” “Don’t listen to her Nero, I’m fine! She’s just worried because I blacked out for like, a second in the kitche-” “You what.”

Cue a very worried Nero throwing his legs over you, pinning you to the couch (thicc thigh supremacy)

Seemingly satisfied, Kyrie scrambled off to the kitchen to prepare a quick dinner

Glancing over, you were met with Nero’s worried stare, which led you to curl into the couch

“Are you gonna explain why you blacked out earlier?” “...” “Please? we’re just worried about you, babe.”

Knowing you wouldn’t win, you caved and told them about how burnt out and tired you were

After a few quips from Kyrie, Nero took his legs off you and pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around you

A few moments later, Kyrie brought some food and placed it on the coffee table in front of you, sitting on the couch on your other side and wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing her face into your torso

“It’s okay to be tired, honey. Please tell us when you’re feeling tired so it doesn’t get to this point again.” she mumbled into your torso, you felt Nero nod in agreement

( @bnhacad were gif twins now, deal with it 😗✌️) masterlist

You ran as fast as your legs possibly could to the nearest establishment, a corner shop ran by some family friends, and hid away behind one of the isles as you pulled out your phone from your pocket to dial the only person that came to mind amidst the nightmare scenario awaiting you beyond the doorway only made your heart pound harder within your chest in unadulterated fear when the sight of the hooded figure that stalked you all the way here from your workplace, playing innocent by checking their own phone as to avoid suspicion.

“C’mon, c’mon, pick up.” You muttered under your breath after the third ring, worsening your anxiety of being cornered in your own temporary safe haven as if it was a sick game of cat and mouse. Just when all hope seemed lost and you were unwillingly accepting your fate, a voice reached your ear from the opposite side of the phone, a ray of hope. “Hey (Y/n), what’s up?” Breathing a sigh of relief you responded on the cusp of crying, “ Nero! Oh thank goodness you picked up,” you couldn’t care less with who could hear your conversation you were too caught up within the overwhelming happiness welling within your chest in a burst warmth that had no other outlet then to breakdown crying, no sleepless night with that creep at your doorstep for you that’s for damn sure.

“Are you alright? You sound shaken, did anything happen! Are you hurt!” You could’ve sworn your heard his chair hit the floor from his abrupt movements that you couldn’t help but spare a broken chuckle, his attentiveness and kindheartedness were mere aspects of what you loved about the silver haired hunter yet they made your heart melt all the same that your truely believed he’s an angel in human skin but that all turned acidic when you remembered why you called him in the first place; rearing your head to check the only exit out of here only to see that the hooded figure was still there patiently awaiting you with the most upurest of intentions in mind.

“Nero,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, mouth suddenly feeling dry, “there’s someone that’s been following me for awhile that I had to seek refuge in the corner shop we always go to before trips...please come get me...I’m scared.” You choked at the last part as unsettling thoughts came back in full force, scenarios of what would happen if Nero came too late or if the figure decided to step within the shop in hopes of weaving you back into the streets. Thankfully they made no such move as they must’ve realised that they were the one in power of the situation and was just toying with you every time by looking in the direction of the door, unseen eyes peering into the glass before turning going back to their phone when you haven’t moved. Did they take pleasure in you being scared out of your wits and on the verge of tears?! Sick fuck! “Sit tight sweetheart,” Nero’s voice becons your attention once more as the sound of keys could be vaugly heard along with the opening of a door, “we’ll be there before you know it.”

We’ll? Before you could ask what he meant by that an RV parked dangerously close to the doorway, giving it a love tap, and the hooded figure ran down the street they came from, tail between their legs with a wet patch soiling the front of their jeans as the passenger door of the van opened to reveal your angel in punk attire talking to who you can only presume is Nico through the window, patting the hood as he walked through the door, concerned gunmetal blue hues looking for something before finally landing on the isle you moved away from, still riddled with fear. He crossed the store and brought you into his arms where he held you tightly as you cling to his jacket, sobbing silently.

i hope this is okay;;;;  ; 3;

and oof i’m cringing at that ‘4 months ago’ time stamp...but i gotta get over that bc most of the queue has that very same remark ._.

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Dante

    While he’d be able to remain mostly calm throughout the ordeal, everyone would still be able to note the intensity he fights with when realizing the truth of the situation.  He’s known for playing around with his enemies, but even Dante just seems to want the creature dead and out of the way of getting you back home safely.

    Once there, he’s going to be hardpressed to be away from you for too long.  Jobs he’d normally take a few days on are done within hours.  Jobs that would take almost no effort, he would pass along to the others if it meant being away for too long.

    He’s not going to mother-hen you, but Dante is going to check in on you quite frequently; especially if you’re unconscious.  He’ll be a little more at ease if you’re awake and responsive, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be any less worried about your state of health.  Even after you’re able to get up and about on our own again, Dante is still going to quietly keeping an eye on you for signs of any permanent damage you may have sustained and are trying to hide.

    His hope is, of course, that things return to normal and that your lives can go back exactly how they were before.  If not, however, he is more than prepared to step in whenever necessary.

Nero

    He’s going to be on a rampage from start to finish.  From the moment you go missing to the moment he cuts you free and holds you protectively to his chest, he’s going to be restless and undeterred.  Woe be to the things that are in his way to get to you.

    Nero has a habit of being a bit unapproachable when he’s that upset.  He’ll blame himself for the misfortunes that have befallen you.  Blame himself for letting it happen; for not being able to protect you.

    He’ll call off all unnecessary activities and jobs to stay with you in your time of healing.  Staying in bed with you without sleep to ensure your safety; to make sure you know without a doubt that he is right there whenever you need him.  The first words out of his mouth once you’re coherent again are, “Forgive me,” along with promises to never let anything happen to you again.  He wants you to be able to live your life again without fear and trauma, and will do his damnedest to ensure that.

    Even if you make it crystal clear that you bear no resentment or blame him in any way, Nero is still going to take it upon himself to quadruple his efforts to protect you despite your insistence that you’re fine.

V

    He’d have a hunch to your predicament.  He knows many things and keeps many more to himself, so it wouldn’t take him quite by surprise to find out your power was being used as a core.  Confirmation would make him rally; push harder--and probably past his own limits--to rescue you, even if that means letting others handle the dirty work so that he may tend to you.

    V is at your side constantly, reading to distract himself and stay calm, sometimes aloud in a quiet voice to you while you rest; one hand over yours as he does so.  He won’t necessarily put his entire life on hold--there is still work to be done--but any free time he has will be devoted to being at your side.

    He waits till you’re able to open your eyes and speak to pass judgment on just how bad off you may be after such an ordeal.  He knows having your life force and energy drained shouldn’t cause any permanent ailment, but it’s not something he’s willing to leave up to chance either.  V is willing to pamper you a bit if you let him, but overall he just wants to see you happy and healthy again.

Vergil

    The anger he feels is palpable and none are safe from it.  His temper would be at it’s absolute worst until you are safe back home and he’ll be ruthlessly unstoppable until he achieves that goal.

    A majority of his time is spent watching over you as you heal; the other part of his time is spent on jobs and warding off the nosy others who would try and encroach on his or your space.

    The relief he’d feel at the sight of your opening eyes would be immeasurable, but that wouldn’t stop him in the least from (gently, for now) chastising you for such foolish mistakes as to let yourself fall into such danger.  He is, of course, not actually angry at you, but the fear of potentially losing you and the guilt of not stopping it causes him to lash out a bit.

    He would hope by now you would understand the way his mind works.  Vergil isn’t looking to upset you, in fact, he’s, in his own twisted way, expressing his alleviation that you’re finally awake enough to argue back at him.

Unless you were up in the mountains, it was rare for snow to really stick down in Fortuna.

However once your son had seen the thick layer of snow on the ground, he was more than eager to go and let you know so that you both could go outside. The morning spent walking around the city, for some errands as Nero admired the decorations for Savior’s day. (And you kept him far away from any knights of the Order who could still see his white hair under his hat).

A good portion of the afternoon was spent with him playing outside, joined by his friend Kyrie and her older brother, Credo. (And you saved the mental image of Nero getting flustered when Kyrie took his hands in her own when they all had come inside for lunch.

Although now that it was dark, and beginning to get late. It was time for bed. You run a brush quick through his soft hair, clean from the bath.

“I can do it myself! I’m not a baby!” He exclaims.

“I’m sure you can, but, you’re still my baby,” You say, matter of factly as you ruffle his hair, much to his annoyance.

In bed, and tucked under soft blankets, Nero looks up at you with an expectant look. Too old for some help but not too old for a bed time story huh.

“The same as usual?” You ask, and he nods.

However by the time you finish the nightly chapter, Nero is still awake, but he does not get out of the blanket cocoon you have him wrapped in.

“I’m not tired. Can stay up? Please?”

You close the book with an exaggerated huff, “Oh no way, you’ve been running around all day and you’re still not tired?”

“Nope,” He answers popping the last syllable.

You sigh, lowering your shoulders in a further exaggerated manner, “If you don’t sleep now, the Savior won’t come. You won’t get your gifts.”

Nero gasps, eyes comically widening as he flips himself over, blanket over his head, “Okay! I’m asleep!”

You hum, “I can still hear you.”

“Nope! Sleeping now!”

You smile, before pressing a small kiss to your son’s head, “Fine fine, goodnight kiddo.”

“Night...”

(I’m not gonna add the spice in this one, I don’t think. Purely because I have another Nero in heat request and I don’t wanna seem like I’m being repetitive??) Also sorry this took so long, I’ve been procrastinating with OC stuff lmao 

Nero had been acting weird for the past couple of days. Weirder than being a demon hunter who previously had a demonic arm that got chopped off by his own father, only to then have it grow back human-like. Deep breath. No, he was acting more… unlike himself, more aggressive, more animalistic. 

One of the many odd things Nero had been doing lately, was constantly telling you how nice you smell. He was always one to tell you if he thought you were cute or sexy, but never really about how much he adored your scent. No matter if you had just gotten out of the shower or if you had been rolling in the mud for a solid hour, he’d always come and sniff you. Inhaling your scent and almost getting high off of it. 

Not only was your smell suddenly amazing to him, but so was his to you. He never really smelt bad in your opinion, though there were a few times when he had been covered in demon blood and hadn’t had a shower for at least a week where it was probably at its worst. Now, however? You couldn’t quite place what he smelt like but you loved it. He was never really around long enough for you to get a good whiff though. 

Dante:

- A pretty entertaining relationship. Nothing is very dull and Dante likes to keep things fresh and exciting for the best of you.

- He is pretty touchy and grabby so prepare for your butt to be patted or a random hand on your hip.

-Dante is pretty extra too so anniversaries are huge to him and he likes to surprise you every time

- Inside jokes are always there even if it confuses Trish and Lady. It doesn’t matter since Dante knows it’ll make you laugh. He’s super wholesome probably with his other.

- He also knows how to pull your trigger ;)

Vergil:

- You have to be okay with silence. He will probably not be super talkative and want someone who can enjoy quiet moments. 

- If you’re intelligent in something like music, literature, etc he would probably have a soft spot for it. 

-Cuddling is “accidental” He falls asleep away from you in the same bed but then rolls over and cuddles you.

-Such a closed-off guy, dating him wouldn’t be super affectionate but he would show through simple actions and words.

-If you’re gentle and soft he will appreciate it but don’t be afraid to put him in his place sometimes. He won’t mind.

- He’s probably the kinkest tbh

Nero:

- He’s super sweet and probably has said how many times he loves you. Sometimes in front of other people, he will get more defensive cause he’s Nero and wants to keep the punk aesthetic.

- His favorite nickname to call you is Babe or Lovely.

-An arm wrapped around you and loves to kiss your cheek or the knuckles of your hands. He lowkey loves dates and if you guys go out to his favorite place he is more than grateful.

- Wanna confuse him? If you guys are training and he does the “Shall we dance?” just grab his hand and lead a dance. He will be confused but laugh at your attitude.

I’ve done it, I’ve written for Nero and I’m really proud of this one lol. I meant for it to be a drabble, but I got carried away (its a good thing, right??). I was inspired by the last request I did with Vergil and the same writing prompt “Is that my shirt?”. Anyways, I hope you all like it!  ( @experimentaqua, this is for you! :))

Word Count: 1247

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“Is that my shirt?” Nero asked, his brows furrowing together as he tilted his head to the side, watching you step out of the shower wearing one of his favorite T-shirts. 

Hearing his question, you looked down at loose-fitting shirt, pulling it away from your cool frame to look at the faded graphics before letting it fall back to your body; with a straight face, your gaze rose from the shirt to Nero’s curious one. “Yeah. What about it?”

Nero jerked his head backwards as his gaze narrowed, showing his confusion and annoyance at your nonchalant response, “Why are you wearing it?”

“My shirt got covered in demon guts...demon guts that you happened to spray on me when you sliced through that Blood Empusa,” You paused, walking over to the jukebox to lean against it, “I didn’t bring any backup clothes and I just saw this lying around; it looked clean, smelled clean—well, as clean as it can be with Nico’s cigarette smoke being trapped in here—so I said, why not?”

His blue eyes were trained on your figure, taking in every little detail that he could, but the only thing that demanded his attention was his shirt on your body. He took in how the ill-fitting shirt swallowed your frame, the speckled holes in the fabric exposing parts of your skin, and how much it suited you. His mind soon drifted towards more warm thoughts the longer his gaze lingered on your body; they excited him, yet annoyed him.

Shaking his head, hoping that those dreadful thoughts would erase themselves, he raised his hands in your direction, “That’s weird,” His gaze left your body as he turned away, trying to hide the flourishing blush across his cheeks from your view, “Take it off.”

"What?"