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i still find it so crazy that i've been reading your work since your miguel era !!! you've honestly been one of my favorite writers that i can't help but always click on your notifications, regardless of whether it's your work or just a quick catch-up. going from ken to the sparda brothers has practically been such a BLESSING

i used to constantly watch gameplay videos and re-watch the 07 anime :D i'm just so incredibly happy with old and new fans coming together for netflix's adaptation !!

N E WAYS summarizing this: you're my favorite, please never go bald, and love you so so so much

- 🩷 anon (if this is alright)

my God, MY HOLY GOD, i'm going to cry, or rather, i'm crying 🥹 and i'm going to spend DAYS reading these beautiful and so special words, my love; after extremely tiring days, this improved my night 100%! ❤️‍🩹 — anon, my angel, you deserve everything good and better that can exist in this world 🥹

MIGUEL ERA? ANON, I'M SPEECHLESS, i'm serious; please, you are one of the elders, a lovely and special elder 🥺 — i won't lie, i miss this era 💔 — i get so emotional when i read reports of people who have been with me since other eras ❤️

i'm so grateful and completely in love with your words, my sweetie; i feel my heart warm with every little word i read, and that motivates me more and more and they enchant me, make my eyes watery, it's like magic 🥹 i want to say that all this dedication and love strengthens me, motivates me and makes me so, so happy ❤️ sometimes, i can't believe I have all this affection, this attention, this love around me and my works 💞🥹

AND YES! All this recognition deserves to be celebrated; even for the anime, we should be happy for the franchise, universe has conquered more fans, more attention. — man, this is SENSATIONAL and so SPLENDID❕

i love all of you, i love you, anon; i thank the universe for having all of you in my life ❤️ thank you very much for the words, for your attention, for your love, for making me so happy and welcome, anon 🥹❤️‍🩹

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Hii, I just watched the anime and I was obsessed with Dante's demonic form 👀 could you write something that has him in this transformation? I trust your creativity!

⋆˚࿔ ARM ON FIRE, VEINS BURNING RED..! ── HEADCANONS

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: references to anime, mention of Devil Trigger and Enzo, reader making puns, light content.

⭑.ᐟ Okay, you should start getting used to, it seemed, your boyfriend's new appearance; — or rather, transformation — it was merely a matter of keeping calm. — Acting like the most normal thing that could happen; and you really took your little “goal” seriously.

⤷ Of course, your boyfriend, now nearly 3 meters tall, besides the huge red wings and horns, was still the same; nothing had changed. — Well, just his temper, but sometimes. — He continued with his terrible jokes, that was the focus.

⭑.ᐟ It was all kind of new to him; Dante didn't know how to properly control or learn to resist his transformation; however, it wouldn't be that complicated, it could take time, obviously, but he wouldn't stop delving deeper. — you, too, would join in during his “learning” — And, honestly, that damn hunter was enjoying it.

⤷ He didn't mind you comparing him to that red bird from “Angry Birds,” because of his reddish and black coloring; and, to make matters worse, Enzo laughed with tears in his eyes, repeating your words. — Oh, he was dating a comedian and didn't know it.

⭑.ᐟ Whenever there was a chance, Dante would poke you, caress you, with his big wings; after gaining your attention, he would welcome her, embrace your body, keeping you as close to him as possible. — He liked doing this, more than he should, actually. — You had never felt so much safety, care, security in your life; never at all.

⤷ Dante had no idea — it was on purpose, and you knew it — of the size he had become during his transformation; he acted as if nothing had changed, not his weight, his height, nothing. — So, it was normal that, while his devil trigger was activated, your boyfriend covered your body with his long, strong arms, squeezing your skin with his claws, accompanied by his wings; by the gods, you had disappeared among that demon. — It was as if you were a simple and mere plush toy.

⭑.ᐟ Dante felt a little strange, perhaps, desolate; although he enjoyed the new adrenaline, learning to have fun with his skills, he couldn't help but feel that unusual, unusual feeling in his chest. — In few situations, he could be honest, sincere with his own feelings; something he also learned to deal with. — He didn't want to show it to anyone, he hated feeling so vulnerable.

⤷ However, that half-demon could not, nor would he dare, lie to you; nor let things pass under your nose. — His eyes, now that had obtained a yellowish coloration, together with an orange one, reflecting lava, conveyed his true thoughts.

⭑.ᐟ Oh, if Dante thinks he's earned the title of greatest amateur comedian or best punner — a title he invented — he's finally gained a competitor; you've elevated your creativity since his first devil trigger.

⤷ Come on, he was losing his biggest role and profession of his life; it sounded so ridiculous, but Dante took it seriously. — Even Enzo started to cheer, laughing at your puns.

“Did you know that demons love's first class? They say it’s devilish luxurious!” — Dante wondered how he hadn’t thought of this before.

“Why don’t demons need jet fuel?” — You questioned, trying to contain your laughter, biting your lips, like a child planning a prank; Dante, tilting his horns towards you, knew what was coming.

“Why, cutie?” — ​​His tone of voice, a little altered, more hoarse and serious, exclaimed in your ears.

“Cause’ they run on pure evil energy..!”

“Please, stop trying to steal my work.”

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｡𖦹°‧ DANTE LOVES TAKING A SHOWER WITH YOU.

It wasn't surprising, or something that could impress any person, creature — and even you — that, after a long and terrible, perhaps, extremely exhausting night, Dante would arrive, almost whimpering and dragging himself, in your cozy and inviting apartment; could no one have mercy on that man?

Fulfilling works, settling some accounts with certain clients — and some damned mercenaries, who liked to get in the middle of his “duties” — and killing, exterminating, several demons, Dante always felt exhausted after a certain point; he began to hate the smell that ran through his body, he felt disgusted. — By the gods, he needed, deserved a bath.

Soon, accustomed to his classic and generous “situation”, being contemplated, appreciated by those pure blue orbs, which always reminded you of an inviting ocean, your hand intertwined with the rough, familiar and not very dirty hand of your lover, guiding him. — You didn’t need to say anything, Dante didn’t either; there was no need to utter, direct any phrase or mumble. — It was always like that.

Laughter, the sound of running water and more laughter were exalted in the bathroom; it was you and Dante. — The half-demon loved, adored, even too much, taking a bath with you; starting to lose the habit of taking a bath alone, without your presence. — He admitted, with reason in his heart, that he couldn’t stand, nor tolerate, you taking a bath without him, it was almost ridiculous.

Dante could be extremely exhausted, having caused fractures that had not yet been regenerated, — he could be dying, a situation that could be considered impossible — he would always take a bath with you.

He liked being so well taken care of by the woman he loved; he liked being pampered by your affection, by your attention. — The Sparda liked the way you washed his hair, with such delicacy and tenderness; leaving him sleepy, as if he was caught hypnotized by your charms. — Dante would survive without this, without you.

And he wasn't joking or exaggerating about it.

His hair was completely covered in shiny foam, giving off a delicious, serene and yet sweet scent; he loved that expensive shampoo of yours and you knew it, after all, he used it more than you did. — But, your boyfriend promised he would buy you another one. — In return, Dante made a kind of strange hat made of foam in your hair.

Dante felt welcomed in your arms, in your care while he bathed himself, and bathed you too. — He had to fulfill his greatest duty, which was to take care of his girl. — His quick and sometimes long kisses, which happened every 8 seconds, conveyed a silent gratitude to you; they conveyed an “i love you”.

The exhaustion, that unbearable and burning weight on his back, accompanied by the burden and tiredness had disappeared, like magic, — your magic — in Dante; as if they had never existed in his body, in his consciousness. — He seemed a little more alive, more willing, cleaner. — Would it be inappropriate for that amateur comedian to make a joke about rebirth?

Dante loved taking a bath with you.

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Ok...so...I was thinking...MORE OF GIRLDAD! DANTE. I wanna see more of his wife and daughter. How would Eva and Nero interact? Maybe?

⋆˚࿔ LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER.. ── PART TWO.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: Dante being a girl's dad, Interactions between Nero and Eva, mention of Kyrie and Nico, part one is here!

⭑.ᐟ Children ask questions, question everything, absolutely everything, and it was normal. — And, of course, Eva couldn't skip, omit this phase of her little curiosity. — Every two minutes, or only during the times when you or Dante put her to sleep, she asked something.

⤷ Dante, being the main victim of her questions, didn't know how to answer — he always got confused, saying things that didn't make sense; he tried in every way to change the subject, but he never managed to — and he always asked, begged, for your help. — But, there were some questions, about a subject, or rather, someone specific that Dante never failed to answer; his daughter always asked about her grandmother.

⤷ Eva asked about Eva; it was funny, any creature could agree. — Little Eva, especially when she was going to sleep, would ask what her grandmother was like; both her appearance, her characteristics, her story. — She always showed her curiosity, enthusiasm when it came to her. — Dante spent hours and hours talking to his daughter about his mother, he didn't care what time it might be, that was the only rule that father and daughter liked to break.

⤷ One night, while the only dim light that was present in the hallway came from the little child's room, Dante was there; showing a photo he kept of his mother to Eva. — It was the only photo he had in his hands and he considered it a treasure, something precious. — The old but so beautiful, angelic image of Eva was admired by her granddaughter.

⭑.ᐟ Nero, even with his classic temperament — influenced by the blood that runs through his veins — always got along well with little Eva; sometimes, he took it upon himself to take care of her, because of you and not because of the annoying and comedic demon hunter. — He made fun, mocked Dante's jokes and puns in front of Eva.

⤷ And she was still laughing! Dante's heart was breaking, with so much sadness and melodrama, with the terrible betrayal; this was unacceptable. — She could only laugh at the provocations, the small humiliations, if they were done by you. — That man was whipped by you.

“If your father were to live as a comedian, he would starve.” — Nero pointed the screwdriver at the little girl, shaking it and crossing his arms. — “Like, the most precarious situation of hunger.” — Eva’s cheerful, radiant laugh echoed through the garage. — “That old man wouldn’t even support a crow.”

⤷ Nero was fond of his adorable little cousin; considering he was good with children. — On the days he looked after Eva, he would take her to meet the orphans he fed and cared for, alongside Kyrie; thus, forming friends.

“Can i stay with Nero today, please?” — Eva asked, tugging on the hem of her father’s gray and slightly dirty shirt, who, just hearing that name, sighed deeply. — “He promised he would take me for a ride in the van with Nico.”

“I’m losing my daughter to that brat.” — Your husband complained, exaggeratedly, drama overflowing his chest.

⭑.ᐟ Dante had loved his daughter's eyes ever since he first held her in his arms; those little orbs perfectly resembled your own. — They showed, transmitted an air of sweetness, pure ingenuity, something that was divinely beautiful. — Just like yours.

⤷ You insisted; claiming it was a mix between you and him. — However, Dante denied it, maintaining his concrete certainty. — Eva had your eyes.

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hii could you write a Dante Sparda x reader who’s half demon half human like he is /maybe even the daughter of the demon king mundus

⋆˚࿔ IT'S TOO LATE FOR CHOOSING SIDES ── DANTE

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!reader, being daughter of Mundus and being considered a demon hunter, mention of Sparda and the order of the sword, some mature words, light content

⭑.ᐟ Reproach; perhaps, it could, with its certainty, burn your life forever, forever. — A word that would continue to haunt her, disturbing your existence. — A word that could define your true feelings towards your origin, towards your father; it would make your stomach turn just by thinking about his name.

⤷ Deep down, in a place so deep and dark, in your chest, you thank the demon king who considered you a bastard, as something that could never mean or earn his respect, composure; not even his blood. — However, that damned demon had been disturbing you since your birth; not leaving you in peace. — Your soul prayed, longed for eternal torture, if it were possible, for him.

⤷ Like all demonic creatures who fulfilled, submitted and respected your orders; on the other hand, you had chances, contingencies in devastating them. — Over time, conquering, without recognizing the miserable merit, of demon hunter; but, refusing to conceive. — After all, you dedicated yourself to helping the Order of the Sword.

⭑.ᐟ So, consequently, Dante appeared in your life; it was ironic, perhaps, interesting, to have the cult interrupted — not that you developed such a religious feeling for the order, only, you continued with your prayers — by the second son of the warrior demon; the one who defeated, bravely, and sealed your cursed father; of course, you knew and could repeat that story without burning or tangling your tongue.

⤷ The demon hunter's presence in the small chapel, which was so simple and empty, was peculiar, warm — strangely, it harbored a rare foreboding in his chest — Dante had never set foot in one in his life, never dedicated himself or assigned himself to one, and he wasn't going to change that; but, there was a reason for his sudden appearance.

“There will be no meeting today.” — Sitting on the chair, made of pure and highly refined wood, in the first row, your voice exclaimed through the room, echoing. — “I don’t know how i could help you.” — You were worried about his lack of guidance, you were naive, you were ashamed of the blood that ran through your veins.

The man's lips curved briefly into a questioning, venustic smile as he listened to your words, or simply enjoyed hearing your voice; probably the latter. — Dante didn't care about the lack of a meeting, worship or anything that could be related to that place, however, it would not be acceptable to speak his true thoughts to you. — It was considered cruel, heartbreaking, in his eyes.

The row Dante was in was the third; just a few meters away from you, almost nothing. — He had a perfect view of your composure, he recognized the small movements you made that meant how restless you were.

He knew who you were and you knew who he was.

“What a shame, isn’t it?” — He feigned disappointment, continuing with long sighs, wanting to convey his dissatisfaction, his mediocre sadness; Dante wanted your attention, and to make matters worse, he had it. — “I’ve come so far, for nothing.” — Your head slowly turned back, showing sincere curiosity about his reaction. — “At least i don’t feel lonely.” — There was a touch of shamelessness, another intention, in that speech.

“Don’t worry, by the end of the day, i’m sure you’ll have a circle of listeners here.” — Briefly, you stood up, extending your voice throughout the room and accompanied by silent footsteps; the blue orbs penetrated your seam in front of the corridor, almost piercing it. — “They will love the company of Sparda’s son.” — Your steps were destined for the third row, gaining the attention of the white-haired man, who showed a relaxed reaction but was attentive to your speech.

“Of course, miss.” — Dante spoke, followed by the same action as he got up from his chair, frowning, pretending to be thinking about something futile, which was risky to say out loud. — “I don’t think it would be fair to mention your father’s name in such a…” — He seemed to feel a little nauseous with the next word he said. — “…prosperous.”

Boldness was a weapon, sometimes considered a trap, a classic Dante weapon; he used it to his advantage, of course, always stunning individuals. — Who couldn't stand it, and swore an impossible death to the young hunter. — And you became another victim; the half-demon didn't mean any harm, believe him.

Your somewhat unexpected expression, being surprised by the answer that came out of the man's mouth, was admired — as if it were an achievement, even though you was miserable, destitute — by him. — It was possible, even as he focused on your face, that Dante caught your nails pressing against the palm of your hand.

“Don’t tell me a demon got your tongue, pretty.”

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MISS GURLL HIII I MISSED YOUUU 🙂‍↕️💕💕💕💕 !! how's your day going so far ?? 🫶🫶💌💌

HEYY, MY SWEETIE! 😖❤️ I WAS MISSING YOU TOO, how're ya? tell me, tell me!☝🏼

about my day? oh, it was so good and, incredibly, cozy! after the first tiring day of work and getting a day off, i spent it with my family and we celebrated the holiday together; my god, there was so much chocolate on our table, i swear! — well, WHAT ABOUT YOURS? i'm SO curious! 🥺💘

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i got so DMC brainrotted just seeing you post about it im actually working on a Dante/Reader. head in my hands, this man has ruined me and im coming on the brainrot ship. a million kudos to you Ysa

OH, ANON!! ya got me well, i'm serious! ☝🏽

this man, before the anime, had already killed me, leaving me EXTREMELY and ABNORMALLY obsessed, thirsty and stupid for him! — now, i keep thinking about him, like, 24/7 and even about my work!!

i'll fill you with kisses as a thank you, anon, you can come here! 😽😽

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oh, ysa!

I'm incredibly and MADLY in love with your writing, it is so beautiful, impressive and enchants me in each of your works. you're so divine, extraordinary and I see that you are an incredible person, so sweet and radiant 🩵 I want to say that you have become one of my favorite writers and people

you know those headcanons of yours where reader is part of an angel lineage? that's one of my favorites! I have an idea in mind and I wanted to share it with you, and I would be very happy if you could write 🥺

so, with reader, being part of the angel lineage or you can modify that, feel free, and her being Vergil's wife (or ex) and being Nero's mother; I wanted you to make this request during the events of DMC5, please! thank you very much for your attention 🩵

I'M GOING TO CRY, I SWEAR I'M GOING TO CRY! 😭 — my god, I'M CRYING NOW!!!

MY LOVE, my lovely anon! i'm SO in love and emotional with your sweet and special words, you have no idea, they are in a very important little place in my heart; i'm grateful for each of them, thank you very, very much 💞 — i thank you with tears in my eyes and all the love that can exist in my chest for the support, love, attention and affection of all of you! 💞 — i feel so loved, so full of life with all this love; my heart warms up with every comment, reblog, ask, EVERYTHING from you!

and here it is, my dear! — i've already said that i LOVE writing in the plot where reader is Nero's mother, right? if not, i'll talk again; even more where she is an angel, this is the cherry on my cake! 😽 — please, feel free to send more ideas and scenarios!

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✶⋆.˚ YOU SAW ME MOURNING MY LOVE FOR YOU ── VERGIL

୭˚. ᵎᵎ summary: Vergil swore to protect his son and his wife from anyone, but even from himself?

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F! and half-angel!reader, reader is Nero's mother, Vergil mentions her as "wife", references to DMC5 events, mention of Dante, Eva, Nico and Kyrie, blood and slightly mature words.

⭑.ᐟ In one condition, — perhaps, another dimension — a certain circumstance, the marital union, a bond so affectionate and prestigious, between the half demon, who was the son of Sparda, and a woman, who had blood ties, relatives, with a fallen angel, would cause the birth of a child. — Throughout his growth, he could face his own father.

⤷ Lost souls, who buried themselves in the underworld, facing punishments and retributions, and divine creatures, who followed different paths, but maintained their punishments, knew that the future consequence — and the plausible, admissible forgiveness of Sparda's son against his firstborn and his wife —, was caused by himself. — And he knew it like no one else.

⭑.ᐟ Vergil could never believe in the spells, manipulations or achievements of divine creatures. — He remembers, slowly, stirring up his past, little stories his mother told him about cherubs, angels. — However, he would not stop denying, resisting or defending himself from the charms of the daughter of a fallen angel; the one who, for delighting in a human woman, was condemned to eternal suffering, being sealed by the divinities, by those who swore to be allies. — For the first time, he realized he was vulnerable to feeling.

⤷ Sparda allowed himself, granted, to witness something burning in his chest, consuming him more than his selfishness, pride and arrogance in the search for power, the desire to be equal to his father; and he, blindly, succeeded. — Understanding the reason for a passion, adoration for your existence.

⭑.ᐟ Nero had been born; it was a blessing, an apollonian gift. — Sparda's first grandson was kept, protected, in the arms of his eldest son; who would not dare tolerate any approach, mention or conformity in front of the child. — He had his father's eyes, maintaining the same color in his hair, but, he transmitted an energy, a familiar feeling, that only you conveyed to Vergil.

⤷ That small, fragile and sensitive creature had his blood running through his veins; he was part of a celestial and demonic lineage. — Vergil had become a father; he found it hard to believe it every second as he held your hand. — Finding it hard to believe if he could fulfill his father's role.

⤷ Vergil would kill for his wife and son; he would destroy hell, exterminating every creature that lived there, he could annihilate human civilization. — He would do anything. — But you didn't know if he was right in protecting them from his own vainglory; you feared for that, it distinguished the man you loved.

⭑.ᐟ On Nero's sixth birthday — it was contradictory, the sweet coincidence; his father had been almost the same age at the tragic and fatal event that marked his life — Vergil left; holding, with all the strength that burned in his body, the yamato, feeling his wedding ring wrapped around the handle with a cord. — The ring that promised his bond, marriage and trust to you; all his love for you.

⤷ You knew he would do it; you knew your husband, but it didn't stop causing pain, suffering, anguish in your chest, in your heart. — A torturing and disgusting sensation, something you had never felt burning; not even when you were seen as an immoral, sinful being by divine creatures. — A void that was never filled, no one could do anything but the one who caused it, the one you continued to love, intensely.

⤷ Dante memorized Eva; as a child, he witnessed the sadness that overflowed his mother during his father's permanent absence. — He wanted to believe that his brother would return and risked the small percentage of trust he had left in Vergil.

⭑.ᐟ Nero, risking the desire to have the same “respect” and composure of those who had always been around him — intending, hoping to follow the same path as you — continued to be a demon hunter; you, accompanied by your maternal instinct, could not stand the idea, but you knew that idea would not leave your son's head under any circumstances. — Of course, he had the blood of Sparda's most obstinate and stubborn son.

⤷ In a few cases, situations and hunts, Nero accompanied you; obeying your orders and following rules, and always questioning them all. — He did not answer you, did not refute and would never dare to disrespect you; even during your discussions about his father, who never had the opportunity to recognize memories of him.

⭑.ᐟ Only one day, during your short absence in the afternoon, Nero, fixing the van, after having told Nico to hurry up and eat, had received the presence of someone hooded; therefore, a homeless person, probably very hungry and thirsty. — He knew that Kyrie always, always cooked more than he should and would take advantage of the situation to help; you always educated your little boy, and he was grateful for that.

⤷ However, the eminently unknown person focused his attention on the young boy's demonic arm, which shone brightly, causing Nero to feel a certain strangeness. — Without the chance to question, again, what the hooded man needed, Nero had his arm ripped off and transformed into a sword, a katana, capable of forming a portal; without looking back, the unknown disappeared, leaving the boy, who screamed in pure pain, bleeding.

⤷ After your arrival, Nero didn't want to leave your arms, he didn't care how vulnerable, defenseless, and touchy he appeared in front of the people present in the house; for the first time, that rebel released his destroyed bonds of sadness and fear. — Your son questioned why, with anger and blood in his mouth, and who could have done this; you would never forgive yourself, never.

⤷ And not only because you were far from Nero, not protecting him as you should have, keeping your child, something that has your blood, so exposed; but for another reason. — You knew who had done that cruelty, that damned fatality; you knew.

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I finished the show!DMC and, when I met your blog the same day I finished 😊, can I request a drabble or Dante headcanons with Lady's sister? She's part of DARKCOM and she's like a captain or something from the team

⋆˚࿔ GIVE YOUR SISTER A KISS FOR ME.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ summary: The sub-lieutenant, and sister of the lieutenant, of DARKCOM accompanied by a demon? No one would want to believe that.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: reader being the sub-lieutenant of DARKCOM, mention of Lady, DARKCOM, Enzo and Sparda, Dante being a flirting shit and reader flirting.

“Oh, come on.” — The half-demon, who had recently accepted his true origins and didn’t seem to mind the decision, let out a grumble, sounding like a lamenting groan, beside you. — “By my reckoning, i’ve saved your pretty little face more than twice..?” — Dante, crossing his arms, while arching one of his white eyebrows, questioned. — “In my arms, you became a maiden.”

“Then you should learn how to count properly, big boy.” — Pointing your index finger, you didn’t wait to answer, curving your lips into a sly, slightly mischievous smile, biting your lip slightly. — “You only played your role as ‘hero’…” — Your fingers formed quotation marks, earning an eye roll from Dante. — “…only once.”

The presence of soldiers, which gradually expanded with the arrival of helicopters, — together with Lieutenant Arkham — questioned, from a long distance, what the DARKCOM Sub-Lieutenant could commit to in a conversation with a demon; precisely, Sparda's son.

No one dared to approach you, or interrupt you; they felt no threat, and they had no orders to do so. — Your sister could, she would have the right and reason, but she wouldn't want to care about something so futile, irrelevant to her work. — Maybe it was better that way.

“And you liked it, didn’t you?” — He tilted his head, squinting his eyes, revealing a lewd smile, allowing a lascivious impression. — “You can tell me, i promise i won’t tell anyone.” — Dante approached, his crossed arms coming into contact with your skin. — “I can even cross my fingers for you, cutie.”

“I find it so romantic the way you two, until recently, wanted to kill each other and now, you’re like this.” — Enzo, a short and cheeky man, decided to get between you and Dante. — “Lovebirds.” — He celebrated, slapping his knee in excitement. — “If i were smarter, i would have bet on you two.”

“Seriously?” — The speed with which Enzo’s comments were ignored by you, without being entirely intentional, to try to return a bold answer to the demon hunter was perceptive; Dante didn’t complain, deciding, following you, to ignore that man. — “You don’t have anything better to propose, do you?” — Crossing your arms, imitating him, you asked the white-haired man.

Sparda didn't answer right away, as if someone had eaten his tongue, and that someone was you, not expecting that he would receive, conquer an audacity, a ferocity; at one time, you managed to shut Dante's mouth. It was a worthy conquest.

“Wait.” — Enzo stammered, a surprised expression, nervous and wide eyes, on his face.

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still thinking about it

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by the good gods… Cass, i will never get tired of saying how much i love you and how much i’m passionate about your works

⋆˚࿔ — I MISSED GETTING YOU ALL IRRITATED ; ➢ ; DANTE S .

☁︎ — been badly sick for almost a week by now, but i also missed writing for him,, 🥹 dividers by @/cafekitsune .

minor proof-read.

DANTE LOW-KEY LOVES seeing you all pissed off at him, even for whatever reason it is.

He likes it when you get mad at him for his ( possibly intentional ) antics — getting worried sick about him, pushing him away in clear annoyance — the list is endless.

He sometimes would even do something just to hear you scold him and try to keep him in line; like, how does someone like you, managed to do all that to him? It keeps him wondering and amazed at the same time, truthfully.

The way his name rolled off your tongue with such ease and instant familiarity, even in such a state that's filled with utter irritation— you never truly mean those words that are filled with negativity about him. You couldn't bring yourself to get seriously mad at him, no wonder on what he did.

And he wouldn't dare to say it out loud just yet— that he simply loved to annoy you. He finds it adorable, especially seeing you getting all worked up over him.

"Oh, come on now, sweetheart," Dante teases lightly with his usual shit-eating smirk, trying to poke your arm, to which you skillfully prevented his unwanted pokes. "You know I was just messing with you."

One of these days, he might lose a finger or two. Or maybe not anything that's extreme—

— hopefully.

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When Dante arrived, as usual around nightfall, he was expecting you to be fully awake and doing something, as you sometimes have the tendency to wait for him to return without even telling him as much.

But there's none.

That's when he feels that something is off.  With his brows furrowed and his usual grin vanished, he begins to immediately search for you around the place.

He eventually found you resting on the bed, and trying to keep yourself warm beneath the comfy blankets— letting out several coughing fits, your eyes are half open. Dante instantly took notice upon your sickly form, approaching you without a care whether it might affect him or not.

"Hey hey, sweetheart.." One of his hands tenderly brush some strands of hair away from your face in a soothing tone— that's reserved only for you. "I'm home. I'm sorry I kept you waiting.."

He might not have shown it much, but deep down, he feels guilty. He feels bad that he didn't even know that you have gotten sick while he was away. He shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself.

He doesn’t like seeing you unwell. It worries him sick.

All while you're trying to make him leave, and ( in a rather poor attempt ; ) convince him that you'll be fine anyday soon. But he simply shook his head and genuinely wanted to take care of you— being dead serious about it, and won't leave you alone in such state.

As much as he misses seeing you and your clear irritation— that's usually directed at him, Dante knows that now isn't the time.

Secretly ( or perhaps not ), you took instant notice of his currently serious expression, a stark contrast from the carefree ones he usually wore around you —

— and your lips curved into a small smile afterwards.

— written by @luneariaa . reblogs are appreciated. do not repost; all rights reserved . 💫

[yzzart]

Just wanted you to know I love you

and i want you to know that i love you more, my sweetie!!😼❤️ i hope you’re well, and take care! 💞

[yzzart]

my god, these days were so busy and i've never felt so tired or exhausted 💔 however, finally, i found a little time for all of you 😩

[yzzart]

UWW! ☝🏽 you ALL NEED to read this!!

uhhhh @yzzart started posting Devil May Cry and I watched the Netflix anime and that spiraled into watching lore essay videos on youtube and im in love with Dante now so uhhh

yeah here's somethign that's haunted my brain for the last week

GameVerse Devil May Cry

Dante/Reader (Gender neutral, kinda written with the intention of Masc but use of They/Them pronouns for reader)

mentions of booze; Lady, Trish and Morrison hangout for a lil bit

Fluff and sweet af

Last Names

The phone thunks back onto the receiver as Dante lets out an obnoxiously loud groan, dragging one hand over his face and into his hair. He leans back into his office chai, propping both feet back up onto the front desk.

“My, what a reaction.” Trish teases from one of the armchairs, where she’s idly flipping through a magazine.

“Some customer skipping out on payment?” Lady pipes up, cracking open a can of soda as she drops into the armchair next to Trish. Her eyes light up mischievously as she leans her elbows on her knees. “Do we gotta go chase ‘em down?”

“No, nuthin’ like that.” Dante assures the two with a nonchalant wave of his hand. “Just one of them overly proper types who didn’t know how to talk to me. ‘Yes mister Dante, please mister Dante.’” He scoffs, a halfhearted grin on his face as he mocks the caller in a nasally high pitched voice. “Jeez, never thought I’d get tired of hearing someone say my name.”

“Only when it’s not me.” You pipe up from your spot across from the girls. Settled on the old couch with a six pack at your feet, you grin at Dante. “Half the time you’re asking me to say your name more.”

“More like making you scream it.” Dante shoots back, that classic cocky grin sliding right back into place as he turns to look at you, propping his chin on one hand. His eyebrow cocks suggestively and you smirk back.

“I don’t wanna hear about what horny shit you two get up to after hours!” Lady cries out, dramatically throwing her head back and pointing a foot at you from across the room. “Are we getting paid for that job or not?!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get paid, keep your shirt on.” You chuckle at her antics, picking up the notebook on your lap to double check the Devil May Cry’s finances. “Can finally go buy a new wardrobe.”

You lean to the side quickly, avoiding the half empty can of soda the young woman chucks your way.

“My wardrobe is great, thank you very much!” She huffs, dropping back into her chair. Trish sympathetically pats her head despite not looking up from her magazine.

Dante then huffs a heavy sigh, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling idly. “Maybe I should fake a last name.” He uses his foot to swivel the chair back and forth, closing his eyes and swaying his head side to side in thought. “Wonder if I could get away with Redgrave again.”

“If you ask real nice, maybe I’ll let you have mine.” You smirk, leaning your head to one shoulder and snickering at how Dante stops swiveling his chair.

His head pops up and there’s a sparkle in his eye. “Really?!” He beams, and your heart flips in your chest. “That’d be great!”

Trish snorts, covering her face with the magazine, while Lady doubles over, head nearly between her knees as she struggles to stifle snickers. Your own mouth trembles as you try to hold back your own laughter with a hand to your lips.

Dante’s smile falls and he looks between the three of you blankly. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Dante.” Trish says, half exasperated but she dissolves into giggles all over before she can even think to continue.

The muted snickers from the three of you hardly have time to get Dante riled up when the door opens.

“And how are we all this fine evening?” Morrison says as he slips his hat off. The older gentleman takes a glance around the room, eyes landing curiously on Dante who gestures around him, as if hoping the newcomer would have more understanding.

You clear your throat and get up, snatching up the six pack at your feet. “I’m gonna get a bit of air.” You pat Morrison on the shoulder as you pass him, barely holding back an amused snicker as Dante gestures after you helplessly, looking to Morriosn for anything.

The door clicks quietly behind you and Lady bursts into full blown laughter, cackling and kicking her feet.

“Dante!” She wheezes, nearly red in the face.

“What! What the hell did I miss!” The half-demon throws his arms above his head, sighing loudly. “I was here the whole time and I still don’t know why you’re laughing!”

“What… Happened?” Morrison looks between the three demon hunters and then back to the door.

“I got a call, the person kept calling me Mister Dante and I said I was thinking about picking a last name and now they’re all laughing at me!” Dante huffs, pouting as he crosses his arms over his chest. “They said I could use theirs!” He gestures to the door, prompting Lady to burst into another fit of laughter.

“No, no.” Trish waves a hand around as she manages to get her own laughter under control. She turns towards Morrison, grinning as she sets her magazine down. “What they said was if Dante asked, he could have their last name.” She raises an eyebrow at Morrison.

For a moment, it’s quiet.

Then Morrison’s eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot towards his hairline. ��Oh!” He gasps and then a peal of laughter has the older man leaning on his knees.

“What!” Dante shouts, looking more distressed at the feeling of being a punchline to a joke he didn't know.

“Dante, when do people give their last names to other people?” Trish manages, her lips quirking as she attempts to stifle another round of giggles.

“Is this a trick question?” He shrugs, eyebrows nearly touching as he looks between the two girls.

“Oh my god, you are dense!” Lady cackles and Dante nearly knocks over his chair getting to his feet. “Dante, the two of you are dating!”

“And!?”

“They were alluding that you ought to propose to them.” Trish finally throws him the line, smirking.

The way Dante freezes up only starts Lady back up on her cackles, nearly sending her into rolling off her chair.

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You sit on the steps of the Devil May Cry, hearing Dante and Lady’s voices rising through the door. A bottle sits in your hand, idly swirling about as you watch the sky.

You smile and sigh, content.

The skies are clear, the weather is fine and the people of your life are energetic and together in the building behind you after a day of hard work. Truly, this is a perfect night and the drink in your hand is only a garnish to such a good day.

You hear a clatter from inside and can’t help snickering at the familiar sound of Dante’s footsteps scampering across the floor. Lady’s laughter becomes more clear in the moment between the front door opening and closing, a snarky “hope your ass falls off!” from Dante the last thing before the night falls back to the muted city sounds.

You don’t bother to turn, just lean forward to rest your arms against your knees and breathe in the night air.

Dante comes to sit beside you, taking an exaggeratedly deep breath as he leans back on his arms and hangs his head back. You smile at his theatrics and fish out a bottle to offer him.

“Should have been an actor,” You tease, stopping to sip your drink. “With your flair, we would’ve made a killing.”

“These good looks were made for the stage, babe.” He laughs, turning to look at you. He takes the bottle from your hand with a gentleness he only saved for you, warmth in his eyes when you finally turn to look at him.

“Always with your dramatics.” You lean over to bump shoulders and he leans closer to bump back.

“Kept you coming back for more, didn’t it?” He grins and pops the cap off with just his thumb before taking a swig.

“Among other things.” You snicker at the way his face scrunches and the lil “eugh” sound he makes. “You’ve got too much of a sweet tooth, D.”

“Hey you are what you eat, right?” He grins and does a lil pose as if you were taking his picture. “Sweet treats make sweet looks.”

You roll your eyes, opting to tilt the bottle bottoms-up instead of answering his little quip. He makes a valiant effort to mirror you, but puts the bottle down with only about half gone to make another face. You set your empty bottle down and laugh, taking his bottle.

“Bitter.” He pouts, shooting you his puppy eyes.

“You don’t even like these.”

“But you do.” He sighs again, this time leaning his head against your shoulder.  “And I like you.”

“I like you too, even when you’re silly.” You rest your cheek against the top of his head, watching some car lights in the distance disappear down some alley.

You sit in silence for a moment, and he’s so quiet you’d almost believe he’d fallen asleep.

“I like your last name.” He says softly, his hand finding yours between you and slipping his fingers between yours.

“You want it?” You ask, voice just as low. “Not as cool as ‘Son of Sparda’ for a moniker though.”

He chuckles and hums. “Yeah, but I like yours better.”

You hum and press a kiss to the top of his head, smiling. “I think it’ll be good on you.”

“Course it will.” He sits up, turning to rest his forehead to yours. His smile is soft, gentle, and your heart warms at the impossibly gentle and loving look in his eyes. “It’s yours, afterall. That already makes it perfect.”

[yzzart]

tbh as much as i adore netflix's Dante, ive developed one heck of a soft spot for game canon Dante. So i think it'd be really funny if we consider Dante having a long time partner who comes to the demon realm post DMC5 to get her goofball man. and maybe his brother, if she feels nice. And Dante just being dramatic gushy "And that's why i never piss off my wife, Vergil"

⋆˚࿔ ALRIGHT, PARTNER, KEEP ON ROLLIN'! ── DANTE

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!reader, references the final scene of Dante and Vergil in DMC5, mention of marriage, light content

“I question whether she, in fact, had any perception or conscience before she thought of committing a marriage union with you, my brother.” — For the first time, without compromising arrogance and haughtiness, and maintaining the boast, Vergil referred to after his recent presence. — “And still to have come all the way here..”

There was no prudence, and little violence, in the words of the half-demon, who had never spared his brother's terms or vocabulary; however, Vergil knew how to use them, maintaining the proud respect that was in his chest, in your presence. — He learned, at least, to have a minimum of respect for you, however, he continued to offend Dante in front of you.

“Excuse me, you idiot?” — Dante’s voice, which exuded little credibility mixed with irony, exclaimed in the dark and dynamic environment of the underworld; he was used to his brother’s sweet and affectionate words. — “Does little Vergil who liked to grumble still roam around this huge creature?” — ​​At the confrontation, your husband stopped in his tracks, before he paid attention to the voice of the other half-demon, waiting for your company. — “Darling?”

Faced with the long, countless — and extremely tiring — clashes, and countless discussions with bloody and merciless insults, Dante would not reprimand him or resolve the situation as he wanted at that moment; that miserable man deserved a rest. — He would enjoy your company, even knowing that he would be trapped in that hellish place for an indefinite period of time by his side; and by his brother's side, unfortunately.

On the bright side, and only on that side did Sparda's youngest son think, you would be with him.

“Yes, perhaps, for the first time, i could agree with what he said.” — Feigning regret, letting out a sigh, ypur words, which kept the entertainment, something to relax that climate of discussion, which never ended, touched Dante’s ears; causing an almost incredulous frown, half-closing his eyes as he watched your steps towards him. — “Isn’t it?” — Now, even if it wasn’t correct, he would feel the taste of your jokes.

"Oh, i didn't know i had married such a funny lady." — Dante crossed his arms, swayed his waist, forgetting the existence of the other Sparda, while he ran his eyes down your face; never tiring of admiring, being hypnotized by the woman he had conquered and was hooked by. — "I thought that was my role." — Your fingers walked over his chest, keeping your index and middle fingers running down your husband's filthy shirt, up to the collar.

"Foolish man." — A bold wink, allowing your boldness, was led to the white-haired man, his lips curved into an exultant smile, showing a small part of his teeth and canines. — "I'm literally in this hell because of you and still, if i had the chance, i would hunt you down here, Dante." — A small sparkle crossed the gaze of the man in front of him. — "And i'm not joking when i say i would chase you." — Your relaxed expression, so quickly, transformed into a serious, commendable one; just as your nails scratched, lightly, the skin of his neck.

"Woman, you will be my sweet death."

[yzzart]

miss yzzart, or whatever you call my favorite writer, I feel like this app NEEDS, we NEED some work that has reader as Nero's mother and you're EXTRAORDINARY, I feel honored to read your works and I love you 🙏🏼❤️

HI, MY LOVING AMON! your wish is my command, here it is 😼

i would love, and i feel like i plan to, write more things, scenarios or headcanons, of this same plot; in fact, i already want to write, at least a part, now! — please don't forget to help me with more ideas and feel free to send them in the box! — and i feel honored to have such a sweet person like you being my works 🥺❤️i love you more