One-shot collection

Great Ambition

Devil May Cry x RWBY
Male Vergil Reader x Blake

Preface: I went a little overboard here with the word count. It was initially going to be 12k words but crept up to 18.8K. Why? Just additional scenes of fluff.
  Have you played DMC1? I have and Vergil beat my ass there. DMC5? Same thing except when you play his story and he's busted. The same goes for his character in Capcom Vs Marvel. The point is he's stupidly strong and really cool.
  A bit of a notice: Vergil is an asshole and I had to tweak a few things so that the idea of romance isn't shot down with one of his one-liners and disgusted glares. Unless you're a masochist then your first impressions of him wouldn't be flattering.
  I'm not going to explain how or what training he went through to be this strong. There's also no devil or underworld plot because that's just a whole different bag of lore I couldn't jam in without making it just Vergil.
  Just turn your brains off and ignore stuff like character development or extra dimensions to depth and emotion.

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The courtyard was reduced to the sounds of children playing. A gentle gust of wind blew over it, filling the air with mist from each breath.
  Ironwood shivered before allowing his aura to take hold. The goosebumps roaming over his skin lessened under the warm and what felt like sweltering heat.
  His eyes roamed over the field of tables, benches, and playground; scanning its depths and the next generation to be.
  "The children enjoy the snow more than I do." Their teacher, a middle-aged woman with fiery hair murmured. Out of everyone else there she was dressed in the most layers. "But they're a strong lot."
  Ironwood wondered what sort of northern woman hated the cold. Her accent was certainly heavy enough to suggest she was a native of Solitas.
  "Hmm." The Admiral caught a speck of blue in the corner of his eyes. When his gaze turned, the teacher followed. "I hadn't seen him yet."
  "That's Y/N." She sighed; the sound coming off as sad or discouraged. "He... doesn't talk much."
  "Is there a reason why?" Ironwood asked. Kids didn't just seclude themselves, that much he knew. Perhaps he was wrong in that regard.
  "Not particularly, no." She cleared her throat before adding to her open thoughts. "He enjoys reading in his free time and is surprisingly well-spoken. Even I have a hard time understanding the words he reads."
  "Is he in timeout?" Ironwood asked.
  "Yes, actually." She chuckled. "Y/N is... dangerously ambitious. You know, he used the excitement of your arrival to try and leave!"
"Leave?" Ironwood frowned. "You say it as if he does it often."
"Oh, but he does." She nodded vigorously. "We had his uniform outfitted with a tracker when he does run."
"Do you have any idea where he goes?"
"A rough idea, yes. We always find him on the way to the academy. One time we even found him looking at the bounty board."
"I see..." Ironwood's interest was growing with each revelation. He knew he had to talk to the boy. "Is there anything else?"
"No." She smiled. "Despite his wiry nature, he's well-mannered."
"Hmm. I'd like to have a word with him."
"No troubles, sir." The teacher nodded and Ironwood followed in her footsteps.
With each step they took the blue light began to shimmer and brighten. Amidst the illuminating color, Ironwood could see air begin to contort and shift. It was as if cuts of distortion and speed were suspended in midair.
"Y/N?" The teacher's cheery voice greeted and the light show shimmered away. "This is Admiral Ironwood."
A pair of glasses peered up at James. Behind them were striking (Eye Color) eyes that could probably see right through him. The thought was amusing but also piqued his interest.
"Good morning." The Admiral reached down, offering his hand in greeting. And without pause the boy stood up and took it.
"Good morning." He returned and adjusted his glasses.
"What—were you doing just now?" Ironwood hummed, curious.
"I was practicing with my semblance." He murmured.
"May I... see it?"
The boy blinked in surprise. He pondered the thought for a moment before nodding.
With his mitten raised, he drew a line within the air, concentrating his aura to such a fine point he triggered something both breathtaking and terrifying.
The air blurred and around it grew tentacles of azure light. The spectacle grew until it was a foot in length and steadied itself until it became a harmonious orb of glowing power.
"What—?" James wanted to ask what he had just done, to relieve his curiosity or lift him from his bonds. Then, as Y/N's gaze focused, so did his semblance.
Flakes of snow billowed off the ground with another gust of wind. Not enough to blind the sight before him but just enough to see the crystals of ice enter the shimmering light and then disappear.
"Where did it go?" Ironwood asked, at the edge of his metaphorical seat. "The snow."
Y/N replied by raising his other mitten and drawing another line. The same sight ensued but now the captured snow came falling, blowing upward before being caught in a draft and following its intended path.
"Portals?" James asked.
"Short-range portals." The teacher reiterated. "Y/N here is among our highest scoring students and amongst the highest in combat training. He's also the only one to have unlocked his semblance."
The teacher was clearly proud of her young pupil. She may be teaching the complete basics, but this was her crowning achievement. Something to smile upon as if she were his own mother.
He couldn't be any more than six. James thought in wonder.
"Ms. Tang." Y/N exhaled, blowing steam that entered and exited his portal before it faded when he lost focus. "May I go to the bathroom?"
"You may." She gushed and gave him an encouraging push.
As Y/N waded through the snow, James's gaze followed. His eyes spoke volumes and the teacher read every word within.
"I'd like to get in contact with his parents." James added.
"His..." Ms. Tang paused with a look of regret flashing across her face. "Well, his father was killed in the line of duty a few years back. And his mother—she passed giving birth."
"I see." James sighed. "Any legal guardians?"
"None, sir. He stays here with several others who have had... unfortunate times."
"Keep an eye on him for me." A hardened steel grew in James's eyes. He had made up his mind.
"Sir?" Ms. Tang frowned.
"I'll see to his transfer to the academy."
"Sir," She huffed with an incredulous chuckle. "He's just a boy!"
"Among the many lessons I've learned in my time, miss, one of the most important is that ambition such as Y/N's needs to be nurtured."