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FLINS ❖ moonlit ballad of the night

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I randomly got this idea about Dante and the reader relaxing at the reader's apartment, and Dante trying to make a cake for the reader. Well, let's just say it changed into this.

Word count: 1,313

Please do not repost without my permission or steal this story.

You were upside-down on the couch watching some movie that you and Dante had found on your seriously outdated TV. A greenish hue colored the small living room. The movie had caused Dante to abandon you, he got bored and went to your kitchen. You had no idea what Dante was doing, but you didn't hear any weird noises going on, so he was fine for now. You weren't too far into the movie, it quite literally just started like thirty minutes ago. Dante mumbled something along the lines of “it's cheesy, full of cliches, and I'm not watching this crap as I've already seen it” as he got up from the couch. You pinched the bridge of your nose, and retorted that he was snoring for the first five minutes of the movie. He denied the fact he was asleep, and claims that he was listening to the movie with his eyes closed. You remarked that he had his mouth wide open, and it sounded like a freight train had come through the living room. He only scoffed and left to go to the kitchen.

“Shit!” Dante yelled. He tried to be quiet, but it wasn't working out for him.

If he does that again, you thought, I'll see what the hell he's doing. He was quiet again for a while, so you didn't bother to get up from your comfortable spot on the couch. As long as there were no sounds of glass being broken, a long string of curses coming from his mouth, or his weird unusual panicked screaming, you weren't really worried about what he was doing.

“Oh no,” Dante cried out. He was trying not to get your attention. “Don't fall, please!”

Still no unusual sounds that are alerting you. He's all the time trying to stack things. It's his way of showing off to you. After all, not every man can successfully stack random objects like he can. To be honest, he's only successfully stacked random objects once, and even then it was a fluke.

“It's everywhere,” Dante screamed. His screaming was followed by a loud thud and glass being shattered. “(Y/N)’s not gonna be happy!”

That finally got your attention, you instantly jumped off the couch. You hit your right knee on your cluttered coffee table. You almost fell to the floor. I'm moving that fucking coffee table tomorrow, you screamed internally.

“Dante, what the hell is going on in there?!” You yelled as you rubbed your knee. “What the fuck did you break?!”

“(Y/N)!” Dante responded. He nervously laughed as he took in the sight before him. “Nothing, Babe!”

“It better not have been my Grammy’s glass pan!”

When you walked through the kitchen’s door, your once pristine kitchen was now not so pristine. You were met with the familiar hum of the light above your kitchen sink. Almost every dish that you owned was dirty and piled up in the sink. The kitchen counter was covered in yellow batter and so was your fridge as well as the floor. It was even on Dante, he was standing like a deer caught in headlights. Oh God, you thought, it's everywhere! Then, you finally noticed reddish-pink tinted glass all across the floor. In the midst of the glass was the remnants of a strawberry that had adorned one of the handles of the glass pan.

“Dante,” You growled. You balled your fists, and a scowl decorated your once surprised face. “What were you trying to make, you dumbass?!”

He smiled sheepishly. “Um,” Dante began to explain. He fiddled with his thumbs. “Babe, my dearest, the love of my life, my one and only, let me explain–”

“Ah! My Grammy's glass strawberry pan! That's the only one of her pans that I have! It was my favorite, and you broke it!”

“(Y/N), I know you're angry, and I wholeheartedly apologize for the mess and for breaking your Grammy's glass pan.”

“How did you manage to fuck up the kitchen?”

He looked you in the eyes sincerely. “I was just trying to make you a homemade cake using your cookbook, and there was an unfortunate tiny accident.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose for the second time that night. Not only are you missing the movie you wanted to watch, but now you have to clean up a so-called “tiny” accident in the kitchen. Then, your brain realized he said he used your cookbook. When you looked over towards the cookbook, your jaw dropped to the floor metaphorically. It was covered in batter, a page was torn, and it was wet with water.

“You tore a page of the cookbook?” You questioned, but you already knew the answer.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Dante answered. He rubbed the back of his head.

“Ok, welp, time to clean up.”

You grabbed the broom that was hung up on the wall, and handed it to him. He took it and started to sweep up the glass. You went to the bathroom to get the mop and fill up the bucket with water and some floor cleaner. Upon your arrival, Dante was still sweeping the floor. You began to mop the places he had already swept. When you both finished with your respective duties, you both grabbed dishrags to clean the crannies that were decorated with cake batter.

“Hey,” Dante called out to you. “I really am sorry for breaking your Grammy's glass pan.”

You sighed heavily as you cleaned around one of the table’s legs. “It's alright. Grammy stole it from her cousin. To be honest, she really didn't like it that much.”

Dante, who was directly across from you, stopped wiping down another leg of the table. He stared right at you. “What?” Dante questioned. He was flabbergasted, and couldn't believe what he just heard.

You giggled a little bit. “Grammy stole the glass pan from her cousin, Viola.” You replied.

Dante stared deadpan at you. His mouth was agape, and his brows were furrowed. “Why?”

“She stole it cuz Viola stole her boyfriend. Then Grammy gave it to me, so Viola couldn't get it back. In Grammy's words Viola was a ‘man thievin’ bitch!’”

“Was that normal behavior for your Grammy?”

“Yep!”

“Did your Grammy really say that about her own cousin?”

“Yep, yep!”

You pointed to a beautiful portrait of a woman. She appeared to be an honest and kind woman. She did not give the appearance of someone who could be so petty. However, her gaze in her portrait, that was hanging up in your kitchen, was stern and judging.

“Why do you have her portrait in the kitchen?” Dante inquired.

“So, she could judge the people who fuck up my kitchen!” You answered happily with a shit eating grin.

“Oh…”

You and Dante continued to clean the rest of the kitchen. You wondered how on earth he was able to make that big of a mess. Dante had spilled some cooking oil on the floor, either without realizing it or just flat out ignoring the fact he did. He refuses to tell you the answer. The first slip he had he ripped the cookbook; moreover, he was trying to hold on to it by the page and it tore. The glass pan was broken with the second slip. He slipped, tossed the pan into the air, batter flew everywhere, his hand hit a cup of water which resulted in the cookbook getting wet. The glass pan hit the ledge of the kitchen sink and shattered. That was how Dante got banned from ever using your kitchen again. Also, his cake wouldn't have been good anyway, when you wiped some of the batter off of his cheek and tasted it, you nearly coughed at the taste and you drank water to cleanse your palette.

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This unhinged story is a prequel to the first Dan Da Dan story I wrote, I forgot to mention that I was going to write a prequel in that post. This story expands on the mission Dante and the reader went on! This was another idea my older sister gave me!

Please do not repost without my permission or steal this story.

You and Dante stood in front of a dark, eerie tunnel. The both of you were slightly confused about when a tunnel was built anywhere near Red Grave City. You both only stood there, only able to stare in complete silence. Crickets resounded throughout the dark, cool night. The moon’s light paired up with your lantern barely lit up a small part of the tunnel. Dante tried to make fun of you for bringing such a tiny lantern, but you pointed out that he didn't even bring anything to help you both with navigating the tunnel.

“Dante,” You called out to him. “Are you sure we're in the right place?”

He chuckled wholeheartedly; his chuckle echoed through the tunnel. “Yeah, this was the place that was mentioned in Morrison’s note.” Dante stated.

You sighed heavily and it didn't go unnoticed. “Why'd you bring me with you?”

“You were the one that followed me here like a lost little puppy. Oh, wait a minute! Does that mean you're scared?”

You punched him in the arm. “No, I'm not scared!”

“Ah, even if you are, I'll be your knight in shining armor!

You scoffed at him, and continued to stare at the entrance of the tunnel. A cool breeze went through. Neither of you moved to enter the tunnel. You had a bad feeling about this place, and you could only wonder if Dante felt the same.

“I have a bad feeling about this place,” You announced.

Dante glanced over at you for a brief moment. “A bad feeling? Well, the job has to get done, there’s been too many complaints about this demon. All right, we should head inside.” Dante insisted.

You both went inside the tunnel. It was completely dark the further you went in. The tunnel felt colder on the inside than it did outside of it. Constant drips of water droplets could be heard falling down. There was a weird noise that resembled footsteps walking in a small puddle of water. The footsteps stopped briefly. You lifted up the lantern you had brought with you. Moss was growing up through gaps in the tunnel. When you looked down there were footprints on the ground, you tapped on Dante's shoulder.

“Oh great,” You whispered to him. You grabbed his jacket sleeve. “Footprints… This isn't good!”

“Yeah, I'm used to these things by now,” Dante muttered. He kept you close to him.

Dante grabbed Ebony and Ivory as he led both you and him further into the tunnel. You held out the lantern for the both of you. More footsteps could be heard but they were closer this time. A rock rolled in the direction of you and Dante. You looked down to see it, but when you moved your lantern in front of you, there was an old lady smacking her lips. You both screamed, you dropped the lantern which caused the glass to break a little bit.

“You're a fine man,” the old lady declared as she looked at Dante. “Let me have your baby!”

“What the actual fuck?!” You screamed. You wanted to leave immediately. “Forget the mission, let's get the hell outta here, Dante!”

“Sorry lady!” Dante tossed Ivory to you. “But you're seriously not my type of woman!”

You tried to get Dante to back away from the demon, but he wouldn't. “Dante, you can't be serious?” You questioned. “Are you really about to fight this thing?”

He chortled at you, he was trying to assure you that everything would be alright. “(Y/N) stay close to me!” Dante commanded.

The demon who appeared as an old lady lunged towards you and Dante. You had picked up a rock. You grabbed Dante by the jacket, turned him around, and jumped on his back. You told Dante to start running. The demon started to chase you both.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?” Dante yelled. He was only able to run in the lit up area that the lantern gave you. “What's wrong with you? We have to fight her!”

“Shut up, you idiot!” You screamed back at him. “Do you know what kind of demon that thing is? Did Morrison even tell you?”

“No to both of those. Do you know anything?”

“I've only heard rumors, but they dwell in tunnels, and prey on unsuspecting men. They're also pretty fucking agile too! Oh, and they say if they catch up to you, it's going to be over faster than you could say Devil May Cry!”

Dante laughed loudly. The old lady’s footsteps followed behind Dante. Dante was about to make his third lap around the perimeter of the viewable portion of the tunnel. Dante abruptly stopped which caused him to slide. The old lady demon stopped too, she had both of her arms in the air, and her legs looked like she was about to run again. She stood there confused as to why the both of you stopped running. You tossed the rock at her.

“Hey!” the demon yelled. “Why'd you do that, you bitch?!”

You looked sheepishly at her. “Oh, uh, sorry,” You replied. “It was a split second decision.”

“Sorry my ass! How would you like it if I threw a rock at you?”

You could only laugh at her. Dante pulled out Dr. Faust and put the hat on. You were still on his back, and one of your eyes started to twitch. He's not about to dance, you thought, he better not!

“Dante, you're not about to dance at a time like this, are you?” You inquired unamused.

“It's not often I get to show off my moves!” Dante retorted.

You could only sigh as he started dancing. He pulled out the dance moves he did when Nico first gave him Dr. Faust. The old lady stood there, her face was a mix of confusion and disgust. As he finished dancing, the old lady screamed, and faded into dust.

“What just happened?” You mumbled loud enough for Dante to hear.

“Come on, my dance moves couldn't have been that bad?” Dante asked.

“No, they weren't bad.”

“Ah, that's sweet–”

“They were atrocious!”

“Hey!”

You both were tired after this unusual fight. So, now you had to make the trek back to Devil May Cry. You picked what remained of your lantern, and gave back Ivory. You both started back home.

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So, me and my older sister watched the very first episode of Dan Da Dan last night. My sister then came up with an idea based on it, so I wrote it. It's another unhinged story!

Please do not repost without my permission or steal this story.

Dante was currently running away from you. He ducked a glass bottle you threw, it wasn't meant to hit him, it was meant to catch him by surprise so you could catch up to him. Unfortunately for Dante, literal hell had finally found its way into his home field. His places to hide from your destructive fury were finite, like his office isn't big enough to keep him from the hell you were putting him through. You chucked anything and everything you could at him. He either had to duck or jump. Your current actions were a stark contrast from the ones from about thirty minutes ago.

“Hey, uh,” Dante called to you. “(Y/N), can we talk about this for a moment, please?”

You chucked an empty pizza box at him, you somehow managed to make it defy the laws of physics. “No, we aren't!” You screamed, still chasing him. “I'm gonna kick your ass, and when I do, I'm gonna revoke your Little Dante privileges!”

Yeah, I definitely messed up, Dante thought, they're definitely not happy with me. It all started when you and Dante went on a mission together. You were complaining about being tired, so you managed to persuade Dante to carry you back to Devil May Cry. What you didn't plan on was Dante insulting you.

“Dante, I'm tired!” You whined incessantly. “Carry me back to Devil May Cry!”

Dante stepped walking to look at you. “No, don't you think I'm tired?” Dante quipped.

“You know, I just realized something.”

“What?”

“You're a bitch!”

Dante sighed at your bellyaching. “Fine, I'll carry you back.”

“Yay!”

“Damn, you sort of need to walk anyway.”

Silence is all that followed after that. He would try to start a conversation, but you would not reply. It changed even further when you guys arrived at Devil May Cry. The first sign something was wrong was when you tossed a crumpled piece of paper his way, and then all hell broke loose.

“I didn't mean to say that,” Dante shouted as he dodged another thrown object. “I promise! Please stop chasing me around!”

“Oh, now you want to take it back!” You flung a small round table in his direction. “Unlucky for you I'm not so easily forgiving!”

He hid behind the bar in the corner of his office. When Dante saw you making your way over the bar, he jumped onto the couch. He then had to roll off the couch because you sent a barstool his way. That barstool flew into his beloved jukebox, it made a weird sound to signify it had been damaged.

“Ah!” Dante screamed hysterically. “My jukebox!

“Hey, Dante–” Vergil stood in the doorway.

He paused to process the situation, you had somehow tackled Dante, the son of Sparda, the Legendary Devil Hunter, to the floor. You both looked at Vergil, your eyes wide in shock. You smiled at him, you were low-key flustered. Dante pleaded, with his eyes, to get his brother to assist him with you.

“Verg, you have to get them to stop!” Dante pleaded.

“Fight your own battles, Dante” Vergil declared. He turned around and exited through the door.

Outside of the door was Vergil making his way to Nico’s van. “Hey, is Dante coming?” Nero questioned.

“He's busy,” Vergil snapped back.

“But, we're going to get pizza?”

“I said he's busy, Nero!”

When you realized what you had done to the office, you only smiled at Dante sheepishly. His face was deadpan as he laid his head on the floor. A sigh of relief washed over him.

“I'll, uh,” You slightly cackled. “I'll have the jukebox, table, and barstool fixed.”

“You better, you little shit,” Dante responded. “And for the love of God, (Y/N) put the scissors down!”

“Whoops, OK!”

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Last night I finished my first play through for Devil May Cry 5. During the cutscene where Nero finds out Vergil is his father, I was trying not to giggle, and my older sister, who was watching me play the game, asked me why. I told her I randomly thought about a scenario where the DMC Crew was on a show or something similar to the Maury Show. I told her I was going to write that scenario, well she loved it so much that she suggested that I post it on here. I may or may not write more unhinged stories like this, so if you want let me know if you'd be interested.

Please do not repost without my permission or steal this story.

Morrison coughed slightly to clear his throat. He sat in a chair that was made of light colored wood with red velvet fabric covering the cushion and the backrest. He crossed one leg over the other, his smile reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. He wiggled his foot playfully. He was enjoying the situation a little bit too much.

“Hello everyone!” Morrison shouted with a barely audible chuckle. He pointed out to the crowd, a huge band of demons, with his finger. “I'm your dapper host J.D. Morrison, but you can simply call me Morrison.”

The demon crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Their freakish appendages moved in a way that resembled clapping. Morrison only smiled more as their raucous behavior filled the empty opera house in the one and only Red Grave City.

“OK, so, Dante here brought his older brother Vergil onto our lively show because Vergil denies that Nero is actually his son,” Morrison panned everyone's attention to Dante. “Could you give us a little more details on this?”

Dante nodded and looked at the crowd. He smirked like usual. “Sure, Morrison! Well, me and Vergil were having an argument, and I told him he had a son,” Dante stated. “My sweet dumbass brother, emphasis on the sweet, doesn't believe that Nero is his son.”

The crowd booed at Dante; their boos filled the entire opera house. “Foolishness, Dante, foolishness!” Vergil retorted as the boos stopped. “I have no recollection of Nero’s existence or his creation.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Vergil. How could you not know you have a son? He looks like ya, acts like ya, and hell he even smells like ya!”

Vergil stared aggressively at Dante. “Do not lie, Dante.” Vergil snarled, his arms were crossed. “That boy acts more like you, and to be honest you both smell the same—like ass.”

A cacophony of gasps could be heard from the demons, and then it erupted into loud laughter. Morrison joined in the laughter, and slapped his own knee because he was that tickled. When the crowd quieted down, Morrison cleared his throat once again.

“All right, all right,” Morrison looked down at his index card, then looked up at the crowd. “We have some very important testimonies from some crazy bitches—I mean two beautiful ladies. Let's bring out the one and only Lady!”

Lady runs up from the side of the stage, and sits down in a chair identical to Morrison. The crowd gets loud again with cheers. The smile on Lady's face was subtle and smug.

“Lady, you're a long time friend of Dante, right?” Morrison questioned. “What do ya have to say about Vergil denying Nero as his son?”

“That's right, Morrison, we're both longtime business partners,” Lady answered, she was complacent with her tone. “Not only do I have my testimony, but I have a friend’s testimony. My friend wants to remain anonymous.”

“Oh, and what do you both have to say?”

“Well Morrison, my testimony is that Vergil is a liar. There's no way in hell that asshole, Dante, could have a kid like Nero like Vergil is trying to claim. My friend has a rebuttal to Vergil’s claim of those two idiots smelling the same, she says that Vergil needs to get his head out of his uptight asshole and look with his special eyes at Nero a little closer.”

Lady smiled widely at the crowd, and waved at them. The crowd cheered at Lady while waving their demonic appendages back and forth. Morrison wiped tears out of his eyes, and coughed a little from laughing too hard.

“Thank you, Lady, for your kind testimony,” Morrison extolled as he shifted in his chair. “Let's bring out our next bitch—pretty lady. Trisha Pay—Trish!”

Trish came out and sat next to Lady, but before she sat down, she jumped up and down in excitement. She then blew kisses towards the crowd which caused them to boo her. Trish rolled her eyes, and did a hair flip.

“Trish is in her, albeit excessive, glorious era.” Morrison teased. “So, Trish, tell us your side.”

“Very well,” Trish smiled. “Honestly Vergil shouldn't deny that Nero is his son, I mean they both have shitty attitudes at times. There's no way he'd act like that if Dante was his father.”

“Uh huh, well then, thanks Trisha—I mean Trish. Well, folks, we only have one more guest before we get the results of the DNA test. That guest is Nero himself.”

A weird riff began playing on an electric guitar as Nero came out. Nero sat by Dante and Vergil, he stared at them both, then at the crowd, and then focused his attention at Morrison. Nero wore a frown on his face, and was slightly unamused.

“Nero, you've always wanted to know who your daddy was, ain't I right?” Morrison inquired a little too happily.

Nero coughed a bit too noticeably. “Y-yes, that's correct,” Nero confirmed sheepishly.

“You've wondered for a long time. May we know your current age?”

“I'm twenty-three.”

Morrison guffawed loudly. “Folks, he's twenty-three and he's about to find out who his daddy is!” Morrison pointed out.

The crowd went wild, there was a mix of laughter, cheers, and some were doing a weird shimmy with their disproportionate shoulders. Nero facepalmed, Vergil sat there like a grumpy cat, and the others laughed. A woman, wearing red and black heeled boots, walked onto the stage. The lady was carrying an envelope, she then gave it to Morrison.

“The results are in,” Morrison began to say. “Vergil, son of Sparda, you are… the father!”

It was an uproar of emotions in that opera house. The demon crowd booed at Vergil being the father, they might've wanted Dante to get his ass kicked. Lady and Trish hugged each other. Dante jumped from his seat, began slapping his chest, and started screaming “I told you so” in Vergil’s face. Vergil, in utter disbelief, shouted that it was impossible. He then ran through the red velvet curtain to the back of the stage. On his way though, he broke the chair he was sitting in. Nero was on his knees on the floor crying into the stage’s floorboards.

After the commotion ended, Morrison had a chat with Dante and the rest of the Devil May Cry crew. Vergil however was nowhere to be seen. No one had seen him in the last five minutes.

Morrison lit up a cigar and puffed on it once. “All right, this opera house rental wasn't free, someone broke a damn chair, the DNA test was costly, so somebody's going to be paying for this shit,” Morrison pointed out. “Our crowd was the demons I told you about, so I expect my money in full, and none of you assholes better destroy anything else, or else you're paying me extra. Oh, and one last thing, I had to buy a package of index cards that I can't do shit with. Now I'm outta here, you fuckers!”

Morrison left in a haughty manner, all while puffing on his cigar. The Devil May Cry crew looked around at the demons. The demons looked at them and became hostile. Little did some of them realize, it was recorded the whole time.

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I love this man so much!!!! I usually don't buy the matching Mc outfits but I did this time. I really love the aesthetics of it. Plus all together it on took four ten pulls altogether to get both of his myth cards. I've never been so lucky in my!!

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Not really done with my Cyran drawing yet ( I didn't touch it for the last week, his eyes make him look like he's squidward 😭 )

I really like this dude tho and I am just finishing the forest story so here are two drawings I made of him!

I actually can't decide whether I like them or not.

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So, I decided to write a very short Freyr x reader story several days ago. This story is for my sister @xxxjayexxx, she requested it. Enjoy everyone!

Also, please do not steal or repost this story.

A Real Dream of Dreams

The meadow was enveloped in a glorious but yet surreal glow of the morning rays of the sun. Flowers of all kinds decorated the golden and green grass. Everything in the meadow slowly and gently swayed from the cool, gentle breeze that went through. Birds chirped close by and so far away into the distance. Bees made their way to the flowers. The trees were singing a gentle lullaby as the breeze orchestrated them to do so. In essence this very moment could have been a dream, and yet it was not. Freyr and you made your way through the meadow. The dreamy king softly guiding you by the hand. Every step you made caused the grass to make a soft crunch noise. You both were being quiet because you didn't want to ruin the harmony of nature instead you wanted to bask in it. Freyr led you through a pathway that was created by the trees. When you both came to a stop there stood a tree taller than any of the others, and nearby was a small brook slowly flowing. Freyr sat down and leaned against the tree, he then extended his loving hand out to you. It was an invitation to join him, when you took his hand, he slowly guided you down next to him.

“It's so beautiful and dreamy here,” you said. You snuggled against him.

“Ah yes, I find myself in agreement,” Freyr responded. His voice was deep and gentle, overall it was calming and like a lullaby to your ears. He placed his arm around you which caused you to lay your head on his chest.

There was a moment of profound silence, and then before anything else could be said, you both were gently sleeping in the shadow of the tree. Little did you know that as you slept, a rabbit took a short rest in the warmth you both provided. Such a surreal day, but yet a precious moment. To sleep in the middle of nature, with Freyr by your side, is a dream come true.

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I need to stop procrastinating and get my Freyr art piece done. Like I start one project and then start another and never finish them. Like how do I get motivated to finish them?

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Resplendent Lyon is real!!!

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