Devils Do Cry: Devil May Cry Oneshots

Vergil x MTF!Reader

I don't think I've ever come across a one shot that I'm about to write. So, why not be the first?

MTF stands for male to female transgender.

This will also be an angst. Gonna be new to me cause I write mostly fluff lol. I'm...testing the waters with smut in different chapters.

1 POV:

I travel up the walkway to the apartment Vergil and I share, taking in a deep breath of air and exhaling it, happy.

We've been together for nearly a year, and I've become increasingly excited for our one-year anniversary. It always boggles my mind on how long Vergil and I have lasted together. Usually the guy I'm dating bolts at the first mention of me being transgender. It alway confused me, but I understood. It made me seem like a "trap", as people had called it, although a terrible one at that. I'm not fully transitioned yet, but I've started to take estrogen in the past few months, so that's been helping me feel a bit more confident when I go out.

And I wouldn't have made it this far without doubts if Vergil hadn't been here with me. He'd given me more then enough tough love, but also a shoulder to cry on or a helping hand when it seemed as if I would give out from pressure.

And most of all, he accepted me. When we first met, it had been the beginning of my transition. I hadn't found a therapist yet, and had just started to wear the women's clothing that I loved. Most people looked at me funny or called me awful things. But I persisted, brushing them off as best as I could. I remember the meeting in the bookshop as if it he happened yesterday.

I'd slipped into the bookshop after someone had said a particularly nasty comment that hit me right where it hurt the most, retreating to my favorite section, the poetry aisle.

After calming yourself down in the corner, you took a deep, soothing breath,letting it out in one fluid motion outwards and picked yourself up. You had started to scan through the books, running your fingers over the spines of books that you thought of picking up, dropping it when you saw something you didn't. It wasn't until you got to the middle of the row that you found a book that you wanted to buy, and you reached forward to grab it, only to have your hand bump into somebody else's as you grabbed the book off of the shelf. "S-sorry!" You stuttered, turning back to face the figure behind you. A pair of stern blue eyes met your (E/C)'s, startling you. Who else would it be besides the infamous Vergil Sparda?
"It's quite all right, miss." You blush, at the same time taking note that he used the correct term for yourself, even without him saying a single word towards your body, more specifically what it was supposed to be.

You held out the book to him, urging him to take it. "H-here, you can have it Mr. Sparda. I-I was just browsing." You pasted a sweet smile on your face, and he shook his head.
"No need. I've got a copy at home. I was just merely curious as to owned it before." His gaze traveled away from your own, softening ever so slightly.
"Just something I've done since I was a child." He whispered. His eyes met with yours again and he took a few steps back, turning away from you.

"W-wait!" You barked out nervously, clamping your hand over your mouth when you realized how loud it had been when it came out of your mouth. The demon hunter turned to face you, raising a curious eyebrow.
"Yes?" He asked as your face turned beet red.
"W-we could...um...Share it?" You squeaked out. Your voice was betraying you so much right now. You probably sounded like complete crap right now, bot at all slightly feminine.
"Like we can send it to each other....A-and talk about it. Not like a book club, but like person to person." You waited as he thought, giving your suggestion quite a bit of thought before answering.
"I see no harm in it. May I get your name?" He asked you.
"(Y/N)." You answered.

Now, here you were, months later with a man that made you happy. Climbing the stairs to get to the floor you two lived on, you started to get a feeling that something was off. You couldn't tell what was making you think that, but the lingering feeling stayed in the pit of your stomach when you reached the landing of the third floor. Upon approaching the door, you could hear a feminine laugh through the thick door. The smile that you had earlier dropped from your face as your brain tried to rationalize what you had heard. You came to the conclusion that it must have been the tv, for you couldn't hear the laughter anymore from the apartment.

Unlocking the front door, you stepped into the entryway and was greeted by the sight of Vergil sitting with another woman.

There was a small smile on his face, until the moment he spotted you. It fell as your eyes met and he stood up. The woman, confused, looked back at you, crunching her eyebrows. "(Y/N)..." Vergil whispered, taking a coupe of steps closer towards you.
"So your boyfriend finally came home?" The woman said, and you felt your anger burst out from you.

"I'm a woman!" You declared, shooting daggers at the female in the room. "And you," You say as you turn towards Vergil, "You're a cheating bastard!" A lone tear raced down your cheek as you turned around, rushing through the door and nearly flying down the stairs.

Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough. Due to Vergil's demonic speed, he managed to stop you on the sidewalk outside.
"(Y/N), let me explain." He gave you his most saddened expression that he could muster. It wasn't enough.
"Yeah. So you can explain how much you'd rather be with a real girl then a fake one?" You spat, giving him a harsh look.

On the outside you seemed a raging mess, but on the inside you where crying at his betrayal. Why would he do this to you? Was this the world's way of punishing you for trying to change yourself? You didn't know, but you knew it wasn't right to stay with Vergil if he did something like this.

"Go stay with her. I don't give a flying fuck." Vergil opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him before you could start.
"I don't want to hear it." Your hand gripped the handbag you had on you arm tightly, your fingers turning white from just how hard they squeezing it.
"I'll be back in a week to collect my clothes and personal belongings." You tell him.
"Gather them up or leave them where they are;I don't care. I expect nothing to be lost or stolen." You walked away from him to your car, leaving an even more emotionless Vergil in the parking lot as you drove off.

And finished! Woo, nearly 1,300 words. *Is proud of self* I like this. I hope I wrote this okay. Transgender type-stuff is really personal to me, as I know some of my close friends are. Fingers crossed if an MTF reads it I've got terminology right. Stay safe my readers!