~ A Devil May Cry 5 X Reader Collection set in different Alternate Universes.
~ Currently taking requests.
~ Devil May Cry 5 and its characters belong to Capcom.
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That one peaceful evening, you were sitting on the sofa with V, your head on his shoulder, your eyes glued to the screen, his left arm around your body. Griffon ( who was also watching the movie ) was perched on top of V’s right arm, which was on the sofa’s arm rest, and Shadow ( who never really cared about movies, at all ) was sleeping peacefully on the floor next to your feet, her tail keeping them warm.
You were on that part when the children from the Losers Club were watching something on a garage. They were hoping to find more clues regarding Pennywise’s true nature.
As the scene began to get more frightening, you instinctively squeezed closer to V, who seemed unfazed by the dreadful scene.
The projector slowly zooms in on one of the kids’ mom, whose long, red hair was down. Then, it went out. And when it came on again, the face of the mother was slowly getting revealed, showing not her but, of a frighteningly familiar face.
You gasped and held V’s left arm. Griffon laughed from the other side, thinking it was funny that you found this scene very frightening when it was clearly nothing compared to the Demons they’ve faced before. But, then, V rubbed your left arm, reassuring you that everything would be just fine.
The kids of the Losers Club drew back in terror as Pennywise’s face slowly became bigger. The projector went out for the last time, and when it came on again,…
… the clown was there in front of them! And about ten times bigger than his actual size!
You shrieked in terror because of the jumpscare, startling Griffon and poor Shadow in the process.
Then, after your childish scream, you heard it.
At first, you thought it was only your imagination. Surely, imaginations do run wild whenever the mind absorbs something as creepy as a horror movie.
But, then, you smelled,…
… something a bit funky!
There’s no doubt about it! Someone farted!
Then, you felt V froze!
You slowly turned your head towards the poet close to you, whose green eyes was still glued to the screen.
And so, you carefully asked him. “V, was that,… you?”
V only gave you a slight glance, his expression unchanging. “… no,… ” he simply uttered while slowly turning the other way.
“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!” The demonic bird shrieked as he flapped his wings. “SHAKESPEARE! YA STINK!” Griffon began teasing. “EEEWWW!”
“… stop, please,…” V simply pleaded, his cheeks turning red.
“HA! THAT’S WHAT YA GET FOR EATIN TOO MUCH CAKE!”
“I,… didn’t!”
“AND, WHAT WERE THOSE AGAIN?” The bird went on teasing the poor poet. “CHOCOLATE? STRAWBERRY? BLUEBERRY? MATCHA? CHEESE?”
“And french vanilla,…” you added shyly, which only made the bird tease even more.
However, you noticed that the poet was starting to get annoyed by the bird’s teasing. So, it was a total surprise to V when he felt a delicate pair of arms wrapping him from behind. He turned and looked down at you as you stared up at him with eyes full of adoration.
“You can have all the sweets, and cakes, you want.” You told him, your voice soft and gentle. Well, he completely adored that sweet voice of yours - one of the many things that made him fall in love with you in the first place. And more. “And you can fart all you want.”
“(Y/N), that’s - ”
“And I would not care, because I would still love and adore you, no matter what, my humble poet.” You whispered to him.
The poet’s eyes widened at a fraction of a second, and when they returned to their normal size, the side of his lips went up in that signature smirk of his - one of the many things that made you fall head over heels for him. And more.
“I love you, V.”
“I know.”
There was a brief moment of silence when you just stared at each other’s eyes. Your faces instantly inched closer,…
“Guys, the movie,…” The bird, who was not quite done with his teasing yet, interrupted the inevitable kiss.
You smiled at V, gave him a chaste peck on the cheek, and turned your eyes back on the screen and on the Losers Club. The poet, then, smiled as he pulled you closer to him than ever before and planted a gentle kiss on top of your head.
“Let’s watch Star Wars next.” V suggested.
“Episode 4, please.” You answered.
“Of course.”
After your movie marathon four hours later, you gave a “subtle” threat to the demonic bird to not let the secret of Vs flatulence out. And, with a nervous nod, Griffon agreed.
