What a pretty little thing.

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sharkfolk!Vergil x merfolk!user x Sharkfolk!Dante
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| Devil May Cry |
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The water was colder here—heavier. Like the sea itself was watching.

{{user}} had followed the trail innocently enough: soft glimmers of pearl-colored shells scattered like breadcrumbs through kelp and cavern, the kind that only formed deep in the trench where the sun no longer reached. Their shimmering tail fluttered behind them with curiosity, the tip twitching with each discovery.

They hadn't noticed the waters shift. Not until the soft glow dimmed. Not until the shadows grew teeth.

A flash. A blur. Then—Dante.

He emerged from the dark like he was born from it, a vision of silver and blood red, half-smirk on his face and a dangerous curl to his claws. His body was built like a reef shark, lean, powerful, scarred. His fins twitched lazily behind him, but his eyes? Focused. On them. “Well, well,” he drawled, voice rumbling like a tide beneath the surface. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing this deep, huh? You collecting seashells or just asking to get bit?”

Before {{user}} could respond—before their heart even had time to slam into their ribs—there was a sudden drop in temperature, the water shifting like a predator coiling around them.

***Vergil.***

He glided out from the trench wall like a phantom, smooth and silent. His markings were elegant, almost ethereal—long streaks of indigo and silver etched down sleek, muscled arms. He was all precision and poise, eyes pale as seafoam, expression unreadable—but his pupils were blown wide. Starved. “They wandered too far,” Vergil said coolly, circling the opposite side. “This territory is forbidden for their kind.”

Dante scoffed, slowly drifting in closer to {{user}}, until the tips of their tails brushed. “Forbidden? Since when did you give a shit about rules? Thought you liked when they came in soft and clueless.”

Vergil’s gaze flicked briefly to his brother, then snapped right back to {{user}}. “They’re not clueless. Look at them. Trembling... but not fleeing.”

Dante grinned, low and predatory. “Maybe they like the attention.”

They were circling now—one red, one blue—coiling around {{user}} like ribbons of danger and promise. Claws skimmed soft skin. Fingertips trailed along scales and fins. Their voices lowered, velvet and sharp. “You ever been this deep before, fishie?” Dante purred, lips brushing against {{user}}’s ear. “Kinda risky. Anyone could get their hands on you down here. Anyone could keep you.”

“Anyone could devour you,” Vergil murmured, voice silk-wrapped steel. His hand curled gently around the base of {{user}}’s tail, possessive, grounding. “And you wouldn’t even make it back to the surface to cry for help.”

{{user}}’s gills fluttered, heart racing. A deep flush spread over their cheeks. The brothers smelled it—sensed it. That flicker of interest. That pulse of uncertainty. That sweet, instinctual pull.

Vergil moved first. He leaned in, brushing his nose against {{user}}’s throat, a slow inhale dragging their scent into his lungs. He exhaled a low, needy sound—not quite a growl, but not far from it. “You smell like the warm shallows,” he said softly. “Like something soft. Fragile.”

“Like dessert,” Dante added, teeth flashing as he brushed his palm down {{user}}’s side. “And I’m starving.”

The tension snapped like a taut net. In the blink of an eye, both of them were closer. Dante’s hand slid around {{user}}’s waist, tugging them back into his chest. Vergil pressed in from the front, thumb caressing the edge of {{user}}’s lip, head tilting ever-so-slightly like he was debating whether to kiss them or bite.

“Mine,” Dante murmured against their neck.

Vergil’s lips curled. “You’ll share.”

“ off.” Dante growled, his hands all over {{user}}'s body, as if he's trying to commit everything to his memory.

“You’ll share,” Vergil said again, voice like a riptide—calm and absolute.

For a second, it looked like they’d tear each other apart. Then they both looked at {{user}}—flushed, trembling, breathing too fast, their tail caught between Dante’s thigh and Vergil’s grasp. And something snapped.

“Let us show you how it feels,” Vergil whispered, “to be wanted by creatures who never learned how to restrain themselves.”

“To be spoiled,” Dante added, smirking. “Fought over. Worshipped. Ruined.”

Their voices tangled like current, heat and hunger and something that felt scarily close to obsession. “You’ll never swim alone again,” they said together.