~ A Devil May Cry 5 X Reader Collection set in different Alternate Universes.
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There it was again: a deep red rose petal on the floor.
You looked down at the thing with a raised eyebrow. You were sure that you just rid the floor of Nico’s otherwise messy van of these curious and yet fragrant things.
But, there it was again: a deep red rose petal on the floor.
You carefully picked the fragile petal with your dainty fingers and looked at it, utterly confused as to its origins. Well, there were wild flowers outside but, none of them resembled the beauty of the thing in your hand. It looked like it came from a rare type of red rose, and you were absolutely sure you have never seen it before.
You do like the thing, however, since deep red is your favorite color, and the rose is your favorite flower.
But, to actually have numerous petals scattered about the floor really bewildered, amused and frightened you to the core all at the same time.
And the phenomenon has been going on for almost two months. Yeah, you were the one assigned to clean the van but, you don’t have the heart to throw the pretty things away, so you just put them in a sack and hid them underneath the sofa you’ve been sleeping on. Heck, you can decorate a whole room full of these petals you’ve collected! Not to mention a cup of sweet, steamy tea rose or two.
Your musings were interrupted when you suddenly heard a coughing sound coming from the sofa. You looked down at poet as he covered his mouth with a gloved hand.
You immediately went closer to him and rubbed his back to somehow soothe him, if that could help, at all.
“Ahem, sweet pea,…” the demonic bird, which was perched on top of Nico’s broken jukebox, called your attention, at the same time V let out another batch of coughing fits. “That won’t help him.”
“Ah, I know! Ah,… ” you mumbled as you went to the back of the van to prepare him a cup of tea or something warm to ease his symptoms. “Nico and Nero will be back in a bit with the medicine. Don’t worry, V.” You, then, said to the poet.
V’s symptoms persisted for almost two months, the same time as the phenomenon of the rose petals, come to think of it, and it honestly unnerved you. Yes, V was a capable fighter just like Nero or Dante but, still, he’s human, and clearly weaker than the two of them, as much as you hated to admit it.
However, despite this weakness, you liked him. A lot, actually. You’re not the type of person who falls for muscles, pick up lines, or manly winks, no.
It’s the cleverness, the gentleness, the mysterious aura, the deep voice,…
