Fortunate | A Dmc5 Reader Insert [On Hold]

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Events - Dmc5

Point of view -(Y/N)

"So, you're more of the silent type huh?" Griffon questioned as you looked up at him and nodded. You were blatantly surprised that this flying chicken didn't tease you like he did with Nero. Perhaps he knew not to get on your bad side?

You sort of wished that the world wasn't such a blurry mess, that the color would return to your dull (e/c) eye. You could be of more use, instead of having spent most of your time in Nico's van. Noticing your frustration Griffon landed on your shoulder and rested his head on yours.

"Hey don't worry girlie, I'm sure that when all this is over you'll get your sight back." You patted his head as a sign of thanks and sighed, if only Twilight was like V's demon. You would get along much better.

Speaking of the mysterious 'human', he seemed to be reading that strange book that he always carried. Curious you pointed at the book and opened your mouth to speak. "Book?" Good to know that you could speak again, but you felt like a child trying to make a sentence for the first time.

Griffon laughed from the perch on your shoulder, gaining V's attention. "Did you hear that V? Girlie is interested in that book you have there." You blushed furiously and glared at the demon bird perched on your shoulder.

Crossing your arms, you looked away with a soft huff. "...chicken." You muttered out as it was V's turn to laugh. He closed his book with a slam and smirked at you slightly. "Your curiosity might end up killing you shortcake, so keep your questioning at a minimum."

"Shortcake?" That nickname seemed so familiar to you and you thought about it for a little while until your suspicions where almost 100% correct. V had to be related to your father somehow right? He has to be - there is no other option.

Poking his arm with a growl you glared through his confused expression. There was no turning back, you really had to speak your mind; otherwise you felt as if your brain was going to cease functioning altogether.

"Papa! Bring back papa!" Crying this out as if you were a child who was just lost your father. In a way, you had and you mentally noted the way he flinched when you said 'papa'. You remember the way he looked clearly; snow white hair, icy blue eyes and a very muscular frame.

V practically had it hands down (despite not having white hair at the moment); and besides your father was the only one who called you shortcake. Moving away from you, V grabbed his cane and started walking with Griffon a squawking mess behind him.

"Mark my words shortcake, I'll bring him back."