#neroxoc

Yep still am! I have a few more in my inbox (so if you’ve sent something and haven’t seen a response yet, don’t worry! I have quite a few anon requests, so I’m tackling them somewhat in the order they were received.)

86 will be Vergil/Reader, and 123 will be Nero/Reader with a twist! Hope you enjoy!

#86: AM I SCARING YOU?

Vergil was vaguely aware that she had never seen his devil form. It hadn’t been entirely on purpose. Though, he wasn’t too keen on unleashing that half of him for no particular reason. They fought together, sure, but there was never an instance where he had needed it. His human form and Yamato did just fine, and she could handle her own. And she was smart: smart enough to know when she couldn’t handle something and to leave it to him instead. And this team dynamic had worked, for the most part. 

But then something had gone wrong. A pack of demons had ambushed her on her way to Devil May Cry; one of the few times in weeks that he hadn’t been there. And his brave little artist had managed to take a few out on her own, but the third - a fury, of all things - caught her right in the stomach. 

Vergil could smell the blood from a mile away.

His demon didn’t hesitate.

Within seconds, he was by her side, despite not knowing before where she had been or what had even happened. He vaguely heard a gasp somewhere behind him when he quite literally tore the fury apart and turned on the other two that dare harm her. He felt the presence of other demons dissipate in an instant as they scattered. And he might have chased them down if the scent of blood didn’t remind him why he was there in the first place. 

My…

It was then that he realized what he’d done, and how gruesome the scene was. This was more than calculated cuts by Yamato or perfect strikes with his summoned swords. This was… it was violent. Dark. Monsterous. It…

“Vergil,” 

He blinked once as she took a slow, pained step toward him. Her hand was on her bleeding stomach, but her eyes were on his. Any trace of fear she may have had was gone, replaced by the same love he had seen time and time again. “It’s okay,” She said. “I’ve suffered worse.”

Vergil knew he should transform back, but he didn’t. Maybe it was her confidence or the way she seemed more concerned with his safety than her own. Even so, he didn’t miss the way her body shook the closer he got or the way her breathing hitched when she finally stood in front of him. “Wow,” She said.

“Am I scaring you?”

His voice came out as a deep, guttural growl that startled her. Then, she laughed, before wincing as she pressed harder against her wound. Vergil reached for her, but noticed his own claws and thought better of it. Instead, he cautiously moved his tail toward her, brushing it against her side. She eyed it with a sense of wonder, before looking back at him. “I suppose this was bound to happen eventually,” She said. “And I will admit… I wish I had more time to admire you.”

Vergil knew his demon form wouldn’t give away his shock. His tail, however, wrapped fully around her back. He resisted the urge to pull her closer, his mind muddled with the scent of her and her blood all mixed together. “You need help,” He said. 

“May I?”

“May you what?”

She reached her hand toward his face. “Just for a moment,” She said. “Then we can go.”

Slowly, Vergil nodded. And when her fingers brushed his scales, he physically shuddered. Her touch was freezing compared to his demon-half, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it made him purr before he could stop it. His tail flicked away for a moment in annoyance, before brushing again along her spine. She laughed but winced as she stumbled back. This time, his tail wrapped fully around her, pulling her close and dropping her into his arms. “Hold on,” He said, not that it mattered as even if she wasn’t hurt, he would never let her go. 

#123: Oh, did I scare you big boy? 

Nero didn’t know what possessed him to date a demon. 

He also knew how ironic that sentence was, yet he had yet to figure out another way to say it. 

After breaking up with Kyrie - a mutual agreement, as the two realized they were really just friends - he’d been lonely for more than a few months. Dante and Vergil were surprisingly good company, even offering Nero a place in Devil May Cry until he figured things out. And Nero liked to think his relationship with his father was improving with this new situation, as the two had finally figured out how to talk to each other. They all still saw Kyrie from time to time, as Nero was always happy to help with the orphanage or take care of the foster kids whenever she needed it. But now, he and Nico could hunt demons to their heart’s content.

And then he’d met her. 

At first, Nero assumed the woman was just a special kind of human. She used a sword similar to his, except hers could change shape on a dime. And no matter what form it took - including a hammer-like thing that Dante envied, and an overly long katana that Vergil had called ‘superfluous’ - she used it with expert precision. And even after Vergil warned Nero of the woman’s demonic nature, both he and Nico were smitten. Nico started calling her ‘devil-girl’, except that title was said with endearment, while ‘devil-boy’ was used to tease him. ‘Swordmistress’ had been said once or twice, but Nero still wasn’t sure if that was a legitimate nickname or something Nico used to taunt Vergil.

Regardless, after a few weeks of chance encounters, Nero was more than relieved when their new devil companion accepted his offer of working with them. Partially because Nico would have killed him had he not asked, but mostly because he wanted to get to know her more himself. 

Imagine his surprise when he saw her demonic form for the first time.

It shouldn’t have caught him off guard as much as it did. Even after seeing his family’s own demonic forms - which were much stronger and arguably ‘scarier’ than most others-, hers was still a shock. The ease which she transformed in front of him was just as impressive as Dante and Vergil’s. Her long legs were accentuated by taloned feet that were bent like high-heels. A long piece of leather clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. Her wings were nothing like his family’s, looking more like long, sharp, insect legs than actual wings. Her head twisted into something like a beetle with curved horns and large, glowing antennae that highlighted her black and orange exoskeleton. And when the fight was over, she swiveled her head around in a completely unnatural way as her bug eyes glittered in what he imagined was mischief. 

“Did I scare you, big boy?”

Nero didn’t know what overcame him. But he burst into laughter before throwing her a grin of his own. “Not at all,” He said, revving red queen as he slipped into his own demonic form. “All I see is someone new to spar with.”

She chuckled, though it was more of a series of clicks than anything human. “I knew the blood of Sparda was strong, but I never imagined you had such a form.”

“Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

This time, he was certain she was laughing. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Shoot.” He said as he propped Red Queen on his shoulder. She tilted her head, and Nero corrected himself. “Tell me.”

“Loser pays for a…” She paused, head tilting the other way. 

“Dinner?”

“Is that what a meeting between two people who may or may not like each other is called?”

Nero snorted. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

“Then yes,” She said. “Loser pays for the dinner.”