SHEEEEEEEESH



Recent bookmarks

  1. Rec 41

    Tags
    Summary

    Three generations, one sofa, and a much needed talk.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,360
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    6
    Kudos:
    348
    Bookmarks:
    41
    Hits:
    6,432

    25 Jun 2026

  2. Rec 68

    Tags
    Summary

    Sparda thinks morbidly, baby Nero wasn't going to have it.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,113
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    11
    Kudos:
    444
    Bookmarks:
    68
    Hits:
    6,482

    25 Jun 2026

  3. Rec 87

    Tags
    Summary

    Failure is the greatest teacher, and while Vergil loves to learn, he absolutely despises failing.

    (five times Vergil gave up, and one time he didn't)

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,053
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    24
    Kudos:
    502
    Bookmarks:
    87
    Hits:
    5,043

    24 Jun 2026

  4. Rec 52

    Tags
    Summary

    Nero has about as much spine as a shrew trapped in a bowl of jello, which is to say a very weird amount of spine. But then, teenagers are very weird and Dante gave up trying to parse through it a long time ago. It's not anything bad, it's just Nero hell-bent on teenage rebellion—or whatever counts as it in this family. Dante figures he better help stick it to his dumbass twin anyway, just to keep it from evolving into something worse.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    10,668
    Chapters:
    2/2
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    25
    Kudos:
    251
    Bookmarks:
    52
    Hits:
    2,358

    24 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “Nero…” There’s a pause as Vergil brushes his son’s hair away and notes the new ornaments adorning Nero’s right ear. “What is this?”

    A nervous chuckle hovers about as Nero skitters to explain his new piercings. “Hahaha… ha… about that. I just remembered something important and I can’t explain it now but I will probably-”

    “Nero.”

    “-be able to do that soon, soooooo…”

    Nero has slipped off the couch and halfway up the stairs to the catwalk by the time Vergil moves to his feet. He gears himself towards Nero’s awkward venture to remove his presence from the ground floor of Devil May Cry, anticipating the precise moment he has to pounce to put an end to it.

    “Nice talk, dad! Bye!” Nero shoots like a bullet past the catwalk and into the apartment above the shop.

    Vergil takes flight not a second too late when something grabs his foot and trips him, forcing him to put his arms out to break his fall. He looks back to find Dante with his hand wrapped around his ankle, laughing like the mother of all assholes as he exacts on-the-spot karma. Vengeance never tasted so good. Vergil breaks free, already on the precipice of a demon king level breakdown.

    “Nero!” He roars. He glowers at Dante, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I know this was your doing- you. You’re next. I’m going to kill you. ” He darts up past the catwalk, hot on Nero’s heels as Dante cackles like a madman, not even doubting the seriousness of that threat but too fucking gleeful to care. “NERO!!!”

  5. Rec 98

    Tags
    Summary

    Nero yanks on the matron's sleeve. Her scowl tears through him like lightning, hard and hot and fast. She doesn't like him, that's no surprise. There isn't a soul who savors his presence but he's too young to understand what that means.

    (What's there for a three-year-old to understand?)

     

    Russian Translation

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    672
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    28
    Kudos:
    731
    Bookmarks:
    98
    Hits:
    5,558

    24 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    The man extends an arm to him, offering him that safety. Nero holds his free hand out, mimicking the way other kids asked to be picked up and in a moment he's situated against the soft blue silk of the stranger's coat, nestled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He whispers something sweet to him, a hoarse voice telling him of home. When the stranger says his name, Nero decides that this is the only person he ever wants to hear say it again.

    (What's there for a three-year-old to understand? He's loved and wanted and the burning soul in this stranger's chest speaks to him like no other. He's safe.)

    The cool rasp of the stranger's voice is his first lullaby.

    ______________________________________

    absolute balm to my soul as i try to survive this hellish week im currently experiencing, bootiful work 👏👏👏