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For the DMC Genweek Prompt: Protection/Smile, I bring you a fine Grandpa Vergil realizing he might actually be experiencing a healthy emotional connection with his grandchild.
I like to think this takes place in the same universe as "Rebirth" by u/TheWritingSquid.
(Yes that does mean you should go check that out, it's top tier and you deserve to be reading it. Treat yo self)Series
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24 Jun 2026
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Vergil had research to do in Fortuna, tomes to dig up, power to obtain. Too bad his Fortuna Library contact had happened to, in the intervening years, have a baby, lose custody of said baby, be disowned, set a bush on fire, and vanish.
Such gossip would have been of very little concern to him, had the timing of said baby's conception not coincided with their, ahem, short yet intense acquaintance. The child is probably not his, but. He'll track it down. Just. Just to make sure.
He is certainly keeping his wits and not freaking out at all.
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And even then, he was immensely amused by his son (HIS SON)’s reaction. Because the boy wasn’t running up in tears, or laughing in squeaky little giggles, or anything remotely cinematic. He was examining Vergil, intent and confused— not like an orphan who’d dreamed of a parent, but like a poor automobile enthusiast who’d been dreaming of a car, any car, only to wake up one morning to a gleaming Lamborghini on his front yard and his name on its plate.
Vergil was the Lamborghini, and his little Nero was circling him and wondering if this was a wildly mistaken delivery.
“Chi...” the child asked, hesitantly. “Chi sei tu—”
Who are you, but with no questioning inflection. His son (his son!) heard the Sister, and he was no fool (of course not!!). He wanted to hear it from him. There was an awesome Lamborghini in his yard and he wanted confirmation from the Lamborghini itself that it came to the right house.
Vergil raised his chin, cheeks cramping from the grin he couldn’t wipe from his own face. “Sono tuo papà!” He announced, bombastic, prouder than he had ever felt in his entire life; he threw his shoulders back and felt toweringly tall, tall and invincible.
Nero took in his answer with wide eyes and an open mouth, and then, glancing at the floor, he whispered to himself: “Wow.”
Vergil had the most strange urge to explode. Just... just burst in a shower of energy. Was this joy? Was this why human parents went jogging in the evenings? His son (SON) had just reacted to his announcement in the dumbest possible way, and it was the best thing ever— it was hilarious, and he loved it, and he felt an urgent need to run a few laps around the world.
Nero toddled a few more steps close, still circling warily. The Lamborghini had confirmed its delivery address, but still, was this real? His son (his baby son look at him)’s eyes seemed to be asking. Was this really really real for true?
“Sei...” he begun again, cocking his adorable little head up at Vergil, “...sei mio papà?”
Vergil dropped to one knee like a toppling monolith (whoops, there went the parquet, he thought as a shard of wood flew past) and opened his arms— not in expectation, but in sheer unadulterated excitement.
“Ecco!”
His voice came out a little rough, a little on the threatening side, but what really mattered was what Nero made of it; and the cheeks under his wide eyes started to flush, and his open mouth widened in a shy little smile, and once again he glanced away in wonder and whispered to himself— “Wow.”
Some other kid nearby piped up— oh right, yeah, there was a bunch of other kids around, he’d forgotten about them— with some fast-clipped toddler-tongue commentary. It was a snide little mutter, too low and too fast for Vergil to pick anything up but “capelli”, but Nero’s little grin immediately soured and—
And he clocked the little bitch right in the mouth like a total champ.
“Nero!” chided the Sister, glancing nervously at Vergil, and then stopping. Possibly because Vergil’s smile had turned into an enormous smirk.
His son (his son) was defending the family honor. “That’s my boy,” he all but sang to himself, lowering his arms and leaning forward to offer that long-awaited hug.
Well, the sucker-punch was probably Lucrecia’s genes, but who even cared? They were awesome genes anyway. And the little smile came back to his little boy’s face, and oh my god, his little boy, his boy, he was toddling up to him with arms raised. Vergil do NOT fuck this up—
Vergil picked the child and hugged him without fucking it up. Yessssss.
And from there, Vergil rose back to his feet, turned to the enraptured audience at the door and windows, and waited for them to open way to his cars (he should have rented Lamborghinis instead). It was time— time to go back to his hotel floor and let Nero trash it in whichever way he felt like, then depart with great pomp and circumstance and some veiled threats
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this whole thing felt like a fever dream, IN A GOOD WAY. 11/10 would read again
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Fandoms: Devil May Cry, Okami, Marvel vs. Capcom (Video Game)
05 May 2012
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The first time they met, Amaterasu peed all over Dante's boots.
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A random conversation you and Vergil have post coitus
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20 Jun 2026
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Truly, you didn’t mind if you two could stay that way for eternity.
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