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A/N: I don't really care if people hate the Netflix anime, I love it. I want a season 2 right now.
the type of guy who would buy you a cowboy hat when you say you want to ride his cock
you don't have to wear the hat when you're riding him but he thinks it adds to the fun
a very touchy guy, he can never keep his hands to himself
Dante refuses to keep his hands away from your clit when you're having sex, it is a magical pleasure button after all, so even if you're doing most of the moving he still wants to give himself something to do
slaps your ass a lot, more often with just one hand but sometimes with both and always grabs you where he slapped, especially when he knows you're still sensitive
if you get tired he will lift your legs up, his arms below your knees and fingers interlocked with yours, before he starts hammering his cock into your sensitive wet hole
very chatty and will always tell you how much he's enjoying himself, or how hypnotized he is by the view of your pussy swallowing his hard cock, your pussy making his white pubic hair wet with it's slick, the slapping, lewd noise that your pussy makes when you lower yourself on him over and over
grins up at you and gives you a thumbs up when you make him come while riding him
when he wants you to ride him he will sit on the bed, pat his thighs and tell you to get on, and yes, he will absolutely also say yee-haw
has condoms in lots of different colors to make things more fun when he has to watch his cock go in and out of you
one interesting thing that he likes is to fuck you from behind but then he will stop, leave just the tip of his cock inside of you, feeling your pussy tighten, trying to pull him back in but he won't move
instead he tells you to ride his cock from this position
as much as he loves getting ridden he is still Dante at the end of the way, so of course he will find a way to be a cocky bastard about it
not like you didn't know that before you started dating, now your sex life is that much more fun, for having Dante there
♡ Roommate Dante who during lazy weekend hang outs, when you both were splayed on the couch with nothing to do would ask you dirty questions and you'd ask him back.
"Would you rather get bent over the counter or get eaten out on the couch?" You'd casually answer with your preference secretly enjoying how invested Dante was in learning those things about you.
"Would you rather be blindfolded, handcuffed or gagged?" You'd ask.
"If it's by you, all three of them at the same time, baby" and you couldn't help but let your imagination run wild.
"Would you rather spank me or be spanked?"
Some of his questions were so unserious they drew a chuckle out of you. "Definitely spank you. You're more caked up than me" he'd grin like an idiot at your answers.
♡ The walls are way too thin. You can hear how Dante whimpers, lets involuntarily groans and muffled moans when he was taking care of his business. When it came to that you couldn't focus on absolutely anything while being in your room. You'd put your headphones just to take them off after a short while, too tempted not to listen more of his sounds.
Sometimes he got so caught up in the moment he'd forget to lock his doors completely. While being in the common room you could not only hear him but take a glimpse at him stroking himself. Silver locks stuck to his sweaty forehead, those sweet lips parted in pleasure as he pumped his cock, not aware that you'd take a peak from time to time.
♡ Roommate Dante who memorized your menstrual cycles and knows exactly when you're ovulating. Just to drive you absolutely crazy on purpose. Hugging you from behind, leaning in, biting your earlobe, his breath lingering on your neck. You'd beg him to stop provoking you during your state but instead it always got worse. Dante would pull you into his lap knowing you can't even fight him during this time, you just melted into him, while his fingers wandered around your hips in gentle circles or slid under your shirt teasing skin on your back while whispering sweet or even dirty words right to your ear. He'd pin you against the counter, knee between your thighs as he watched you squirm under him, breath quickened. His leg brushing against your clothed heat just slightly, your hips lowering themselves against your will seeking for more friction.
"Look who's all worked up now" he'd hum in low, amused voice.
"Dante, I swear-" he'd cut your words with sudden movement of his leg.
"Just one word, princess. And I'll help you out. Would make you feel sooo good."
♡ Him getting hard around you was something so common right now you barely paid attention and he stopped trying to hide it. You'd watch TV together on the couch and suddenly feel something pressing against you.
"You're hard again."
"Cause your ass is too close to my crotch."
♡ Dante was always up in an instant to help you adjust your bra straps, unclip or clip your bra if you ever struggled more than five seconds. He'd sometimes "accidentally" make it too tight to draw a gasp out of you or a squeak when he suddenly unclipped the bra without a warning. "You know you'd look the prettiest without it". From time to time he bit your shoulder gently while adjusting the straps.
♡ Whenever you cooked or baked he was being that one annoying and distracting person in the kitchen. But in fact he was waiting till your hands get messy with food so he could hold them up and clean them. With his tongue. He'd slowly and deliberately lick off the whipped cream from your hands, sucking way too long than necessary on your fingers, tongue swirling around making those obscene sounds. Afterwards he pulled back with a grin as if he didn't just do something so hot
♡ Eventually you let him touch your breasts. Through t-shirt and it never went further than that. But you felt bad for him whenever he came back from work so mentally and physically exhausted you gave in, sat between his legs and let him fondle your chest. At those times he was surprisingly quiet, touching you with reverence, treating this honor as a higher prize. You felt the tension in him ease as he found peace in just being close and be able to touch you in such an intimate way. It was relaxing for both of you. He'd let soft exhales against your neck or rest his forehead over there continuing to feel you up.
A/N: okay, there's gonna be one more part of this, we know where is this going
A/N: Depending on how well this goes on this page I’ll transfer over a few fics…I never stopped writing btw.
CW: Dante Poosay eating because I love possay eaters, Dante says ‘Mama’, cry about it , He’s his own warning
Lowkey it’s sickening how insufferable Dante became when he finally got his first taste of pussy. He was a menace.
“Dan—-….FUCK…Dante baby…! ‘M getting sore.”
Your only view under the crisp orange and pinkish red hue beaming from you window was the big fluffy white haired halfsie and his shoulders holding your thighs up for more access to your soft little clit to lick on. The background music from your speaker completely tuned out from the suckles and spit noises coming from below.
“Oh c’mooooonnnn.” He uses the tips of his fingers to spread your lips open and a small warm spit thrown on your sensitive folds he swishes his lips back and forth inside you. Your thighs jerking against his cheek in response, “you seriously want me to stop, mama? You’re about to cum I can smell it.”
Dante creeps up towards your face, his pupils were dialated and his lips glistened of your slick, you did want it as bad as he did….the pain began to turn into pleasure when he thumbed your clit as he kissed you.
He wasn’t that coordinated, being as you’re his first with this, but once your mouths began to dance you took charge and grind into his hand as he groaned into your mouth.
“That doesn’t even make any sense—-oh shit!”
Your back arches up the further he digs his face between your lower lips, Dante really could just put the blame on you. Your fault for asking him if he ate pussy.
And it’s your fault for clowning him when he said no.
He takes his big warm hands against your thighs to squeeze his face while you squirm and scream his name, as the predicted orgasm flows through out your lower body.
All you could hear was “Mmmhm! Mmmhm! Keep going!” Muffled below you. He sounded so giddy you wanted to smack him. Instead you gripped his scalp, but that only fueled the flame as he wrapped his lips on your clit again for one last SSSSLLLRRRUUPPP noise.
Embarrassing.
After landing a few kisses to your labia and a long stripe of a lick to your wet and hot inner thigh, he places his thumb on your chin to look at him kneeled between your legs.
“Shut up.” You toss a pillow at his face, leaving him in a giggle fit beside you.
Fuck you’re so cute to him right now he could eat you up.
Oh wait he already is about to once you catch your second breath.
Just a ranking from the least to the most jealous DMC.
I divided it into: General energy, crush phase, and short and long-term relationships.
Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero and V.
-> My masterlist
WC: ~1890
4. Dante.
(Last place for the man of the year.)
Is he a jealous guy in general?
I wouldn't say so. I strongly feel that he is the least jealous guy of the bunch. He is very laid-back and confident; plus, he deeply trusts his partner.
However, he is not immune.
Romantic jealousy level: Low to medium.
His jealousy moments are situational rather than constant. Honestly, most of the time, he assumes things are fine and would only step up if things are clearly not.
However, I think that he might have been quicker to jealousy in his younger years, but now, he is seasoned, more emotionally mature behind the clowning and way less likely to take things personally.
How does he behave when he feels jealousy?
Not quick to anger. If something serious is going on, he will keep his cool and flip into serious and protective mode. He would handle it, rather than lash out.
Crush phase jealousy.
Pre-relationship Dante is even less jealous. But for different reasons than just being really chill. He enters into the “I have no right to feel jealous” mentality, and then bottles it up and brushes it off.
Dante doesn’t truly read as a possessive guy to me. To be honest, he seems kind of used to being rejected and being on his own.
However, he is not totally unaffected. If he sees someone flirting with you, he might:
Stand a little closer.
Laugh too loudly at the wrong moment.
Get quieter or more serious when someone’s pressing their luck
Nothing too noticeable, or that is what he thinks
If someone really won’t back down, Dante happily plays “fake boyfriend.” And afterwards, he’ll roast the guy with you:
“Buddy wouldn't take no for an answer.”
“He had the charisma of a wet rag anyway.”
“Tsk, try-hard.”
He would absolutely flirt with you in front of people who are hitting on you… as a joke, obviously. (It's not a joke)
Anyway, if you point out that he is jealous? Expect immediate denial, every single time.
Early relationship phase jealousy.
Still doesn't get jealous often, but when it happens, he won't deny.
His jealousy is passive-aggressive and humorous.
He’ll throw shade disguised as jokes, like:
“So, your coworker’s texting you at midnight? Mmm, would you look at that. Maybe I could teach him a few things about keeping work and personal life veeeeery separated.”
Either way, most of the time, he turns his jealousy into a bit. He fakes being dramatically wounded, clenching his chest with mock-offended gasps.
Long-term relationship phase jealousy.
Now you've got to the chillest Dante phase ever. Deeply trust you and know you can handle yourself just fine.
He is still protective and would gladly intervene if someone crosses a boundary.
Again, if he gets jealous, he turns it into a joke, but even more so.
“I didn't know you had a girlfriend.” If a girl is hitting on you.
“Guess I'll just go home then” Then he refuses to leave your side all night.
🥉V.
Is he a jealous guy in general?
Big leap from Dante to V. Now things are getting more interesting.
Romantic Jealousy: Medium to High.
While reserved and introspective, this man is deeply sensitive and insecure. He knows he is fragile and weaker than the rest of the men in DMC. Plus, he's got the same “abandonment”/ “inferior issues” that Vergil has.
Therefore, the idea of being replaced because he is not good enough hits a soft spot for him.
How does he behave when he feels jealousy?
He becomes aloof and passive-aggressive. He's not loud or confrontational; he’d never make a scene, but you will feel a change in the atmosphere.
His introspection quickly turns into overthinking, and any negative idea lingers in his head way longer than it should.
Crush phase jealousy.
He watches and listens, silently growing bitter in a corner. He bottles his emotions up, and if he feels them overwhelm him, he flees the scene.
V is not the type that would compete or fight for your attention; he dwelt on his thoughts until he regained control and a better understanding of his emotions. And even there, his negative thoughts sometimes get the better of him.
Early relationship phase jealousy.
Now he’s more anxious about it.
The same “retreat and sulk” routine is still there, but he'll become even more bitter. He’ll drop comments like:
“You seem more radiant today. Must be the company you keep.”
Is not a lack of trust per se, its just that his insecurities get the better of him.
Once he spirals into his own head, good luck dragging him out.
Long-term relationship phase jealousy.
Much better, way more secure in himself and in the relationship.
Not spotless, though.
Some part of him still believes that every love he can get is inherently fleeting.
Still has those melodramatic and validation-seeking moments from time to time.
“Will you eventually abandon me, too, my dearest?”
“V, we are literally engaged.”
🥈Nero
Is he a jealous guy in general?
Yes, but here is the thing: it is not so much a lack of trust or insecurity, but a sense of immaturity and performative masculinity.
Like he thinks jealousy is just… part of the boyfriend job description. Flex, protect your territory, stake your claim, all that macho man bullshit. In his head, that’s what he’s supposed to do as a boyfriend/man.
Eventually, he grows out of it. But until then:
Romantic jealousy: High
Don’t get me wrong. Nero IS noble and protective; he truly believes that love is something you prove by defending it fiercely. Add in that he’s impulsive, emotional, confrontational… and yeah. He reacts before he thinks. And he usually overreacts.
How does he behave when he feels jealousy?
Extremely visible. You will know it, and so will everyone else. He’ll glare, snap and confront someone if he feels like it.
Pouting, angry muttering under his breath and throwing an arm around you in public like it’s a competition.
(Like the rest of the Spardas, he has the “abandoned”/ “never would be good enough” chip on his shoulder)
The upside is that he calms down fast.
Crush phase jealousy.
Basically, a mix of sulking and pretending not to care. He fails at both.
He really tries to act cool and level, but he is too protective and obvious:
“I mean, sure, they can talk to whoever they want. Not my business, I just really hate that guy for… personal reasons.”
Gets a bit insecure here, too. Side-eyes himself more than he should.
“What does he have that I don't? Tsk, whatever, he's not even that cool.”
Early relationship phase jealousy.
Now the performance kicks into high gear. He’s openly reactive, more protective, and wears his heart on his sleeve.
His jealousy is genuine, but it’s also amped up by performative masculinity. The idea that “This is what he is supposed to do as a man”
Again, don't get me wrong, he is protective and caring. And it shows.
If someone crosses a boundary, he will be there, no matter if the person is twice his size.
But also, if someone laughs a bit too loudly at your joke, they will spawn next to you. Hand over your shoulder and glaring shamelessly.
Long-term relationship phase jealousy.
Grows up from that territorial, “performative man/boyfriend” mentality.
Way more secure in the relationship and himself.
Jealousy still happens every now and then, but he can manage it better now. He'll talk through his feelings (probably badly, but still) and ask for reassurance if needed.
Nevertheless, he turns into a pretty chill boyfriend.
Early relationship with Nero: if someone buys you a drink, -> death glare all night.
Long-term Nero if someone buys you a drink ->“Cool. Tell them to order me one too.”
For this reason, I think Nero and V could be interchangeable; on the one hand, Nero's jealousy is more explosive and obvious, but he grows out of it eventually. And on the other hand, V's jealousy is lowkey and understated, but he doesn't fully overcome it.
🥇Vergil
(No one is surprised here. We all knew where this was going.)
Is he a jealous guy in general?
I love Vergil; this is my man, and I adore him, but oh god, he is by far the worst in this area. Huge (and common) Vergil L.
Romantic Jealousy: Very high.
Like V, he feels everything intensely but shows very little. The difference is, Vergil’s flavour of jealousy is wrapped up in possessiveness disguised as protection.
Vergil hates losing control. And jealousy is loss of control embodied; it gnaws at him. He’d suppress it, but it’s absolutely in his wiring.
How does he behave when he feels jealousy?
On the outside? Stone-cold and stoic, just like always. He will never make a scene in public, but you will feel the weight of his eyes. His tone sharpens, his stare hardens, and his hand rests just a little too close to Yamato. Anything to look as intimidating as he could while still maintaining it lowkey.
Vergil has too much pride to beg for attention. He’d rather carve the jealousy into silence than show weakness.
However, on the inside?Pure rage. He can easily tip into controlling behaviour if he’s triggered. And he’s got the same issues as V: inferiority complex, abandonment trauma, control obsession, fear of vulnerability and being replaced, all that fun stuff.
None of which does wonders for your capability of building healthy relationships.
Sadly, he also has an “All or nothing” mentality; To him, jealousy feels like betrayal. If he doesn’t have all of you, he has nothing. And if the relationship fails, in his head, that makes him a failure.
If really triggered, he can get dangerous.
Crush phase jealousy.
Highly contained, he masks it with indifference even though his internal dialogue is pure chaos.
He will glare from across the room as if everyone had personally wronged him.
I'm going to keep it honest with y'all: most people would stop flirting with you simply because they feel creeped out by the 6’3 guy in the corner staring at them with a big ass katana.
If asked about it, he will deny it, of course. He would rather die than accept it; he is far too prideful.
Early relationship phase jealousy.
Still relatively guarded but more direct now. Highly vigilant and intimidating.
Stands too close behind you until the other person decides to leave.
Glances at people as they approach.
Hand resting on Yamato’s hilt.
Speech gets clipped and aggressive.
He doesn't trust others easily, if at all. Hell, I think he would even get jealous of Dante, too, if you spent a lot of time with him.
Plus, if you add that he spent most of his life thinking that he was less loved/chosen than Dante.
Long-term relationship phase jealousy.
Best case scenario: therapy. Because let’s be real, no one is fixing him, and you, as a partner, should know it above everything else.
You won't fix him. He'd better fix himself if he knows what’s good for him.
But assuming post-DMC5 Vergil has put in some internal work? The jealousy is still there, but it’s much more controlled. With a deeper bond and trust in your loyalty, he can be protective without sliding into possessive or controlling territory.
He’s more mature now, but the instinct is always there.
And if someone crosses a real line? That person is gone. Not dead (probably), but “disappearing from the face of the earth” levels of gone. Post-DMC5, redeemed Vergil is at least trying to stop murdering people… but let's not test him.
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OP-> I like that you can tell that I don't fuck with jealousy at all.
🌷 pairings: dmc men x fem!reader
🌷 warnings/tags: just fluff + probably OOC
🌷 author's note: i have really bad dmc brainrot but ive never even played the games (don't ask how this happened) LOL. i kinda see these as crack hcs since im not actually familiar with their canon personalities but i hope u can enjoy it regardless!
DANTE SPARDA
always picks the worst/unhinged dialogue options bc he wants to see what happens
starts laughing if it ends up with people getting mad at each other, bonus points if they start fighting for real
"Ooooh no, he didn't like that! OH SHIT, HE PUNCHED HIM! GET HIM!!"
refers to every protagonist as dude, regardless of gender or species
adores mariokart. gets waaaay into the motion controls and nearly destroys the living room coffee table
sits behind you while you play and narrates everything to piss you off. makes a big deal when you mess up to tease you
"In a world... where she messes up every single quick-time-event-"
absolutely cracked at rhythm games, just dance is his SHIT. also really enjoys osu!
loves playing coop with you and distracting u with tickles or kisses till you get mad
he loooooooooooooooooooooooves making you mad bro is a master at ragebait
VERGIL SPARDA
he says games are a waste of time, but once he finds one he likes he will memorize every mechanic almost instantly.
huge fan of strategic games. his favorites are fire emblem, civ and mahjong. mahjong counts right?
loves playing mahjong online with other losers and beating them. however is sooo annoyed at all the fan service in mahjong games. he likes playing riichi city but had to turn on the family friendly setting and only plays with the default character.
hates RNG. avoids gachas like they are the plague
you normally game in the living room while he sits next to you reading a book. if you start to get emotional over the story, he will arch an eyebrow. he ever so slightly leans into you to comfort you
you definitely notice and give him a pointed look. he sees you staring, but keeps his eyes focused on the book. but damn him, you can see a little smirk form in the corner of his mouth
pretends like he isnt paying attention but definitely is. gets invested if the story is really good
makes a surprisingly good partner in coop games. he'll act annoyed but will carry you anyway lol
teaches you how to play mahjong so you both can play
you love it when he explains things to you
whenever he catches you staring lovingly when he explains the rules to you, he blushes a tad and his eyebrows kinda raise in surprise. but its sooooooooooo subtle.
he catches himself pretty quick but you dont miss it hehe
NERO SPARDA
loves horror games but jumps at EVERYTHINGGGG LOL ITS SO CUTE
screams like a bitch honestly
gets weirdly competitive about mario kart. he will not hesitate to obliterate you with blue shells but he'll give you lots of smooches after to make up for it
always wants to name his character something stupid.
"I'm calling him Boob lord" (he would name a pokemon this)
teases you if you get flustered over flirty game characters
"Is your face red?? Oh my god, it is, are you serious? You're gonna fall for that? It's so corny!"
thinks he can do better hehe gets a bit jellyyyy
loves couch coop. will sit way too close and will flick u in the forehead if you cause him to lose
"No you forgot the- oh my god, fine, I'll get it!"
He would be the BIGGEST flirt, like bro is so smooth with it and before you know it he’s got you giggling and hiding behind ur hands
He also has a cocky personality but behind it all is just a boy trying to show off to his crush
He’d be a yearner like if he had a crush on you he wouldn’t know how to not think about you, you’re on his mind at all times
Would be a little insecure about getting into a relationship with you ONLY because of his job like bro fights demons for a living ofc he has lots of enemies
That being said he’d be EXTREMELY protective of you
For date nights, I wouldn’t expect too much…. Bro lives in his place of work and he’s consistently in debt so lots of at home dates
If you guys do go on a date outside of his place, it would most likely be to get icecream sundays
I don’t see him as a cheater like I feel like he’s the loyal type
When it comes to asking you out, he would lose his cool demeanor and be stumbling over his words and be visibly nervous
But when you say yes he’d be over the moon like how could he ever gotten someone as great as you to go out with him??
He wouldn’t take your relationship for granted
Knowing his past, you’ll become important to him fast and he would do everything in his power to not lose you
If you guys were to ever break up it would either be bc of his job and him constantly being away or getting hurt, or he would feel that he’s not able to protect you so he would push you away
He’d be so scared of losing you that he wouldn’t realize that he’s actively hurting you
Can be annoying asf especially if he’s jealous, he would be annoying you for your attention
Would open up to you about his mom and his family lineage
Would hope that you wouldn’t ever see his demon form
When you do he’d be afraid you would leave him bc of it but would fall deeper in love with you when you don’t
He’s the biggest softie
He’s a loser in a sexy body lol
Anyway that’s all for right now! I might do a nsfw version 😏 later on but yea I hope you enjoyed!
Thanks for all the love on part one, much appreciated. FSYH is not finished but it’s also not fleshed out (pure brainrot) so if you have ideas you would like to see here, you’re more than welcome to comment or send an ask my way.
Happy reading!
Part one Part three Part four
6:57pm.
You were waiting at the front doors of a grand hotel lobby. Enzo assured that this was an intel only mission, however the heavily armed security posted on every corner had you thinking otherwise. Whoever was in there was considered a risk, and while you hadn’t known Dante for long, you doubted his ability to act tactfully.
As another man held the hotel door open for you, you politely waved your and in rejection, “Just waiting for someone, thank you.”
The man looked down your figure once more, sending you a wink before disappearing inside. You fought the urge to cringe in disgust, and looked around once more into the dark street. It was bustling with traffic as cars pulled into the valet parking, you hoped Dante would be here soon. You were starting to freeze you ass off in this thin dress, although floor length, the fabric did nothing to warm you.
A low whistle called from behind you, “Damn sweetheart, holding out on me earlier were you?”
As you turn around you can blatantly see Dante staring you down, his eyes glued to the way the dress highlights your curves. It’s not really the low cut of the dress that gets him going though (although it certainly helps) it’s the deep red colour you’ve purposely chosen to wear. The symbol alone, the idea that you’re an item is enough to make his mind jump off the deep end into his fantasies.
“Can’t show all my cards now can I?”
“Guess not,” he mutters absently, watching the way your heels clack against the stone pavement.
Once you’re close enough, you lean in, “Did Enzo send you the target details?”
Naturally, Dante reaches forth to place a hand on your waist. To outsiders you look like a couple getting comfortable, and he’s fighting to keep the act up. “Yeah, some hotshot boss man right? Has information on some demon hoard,”
“Not just a demon hoard, rumours have it that he has access to his own portal, did you read all of the report?”
Dante hums dismissively, his thumb circling your hipbone, “I was thinking about other things,”
“Like what?” You scoff.
“What’s our backstory?” He questions, eyes peering up at you.
You frown, tilting your head, “Sorry? I didn’t see a backstory in the plans,”
The man laughs, gently tugging you closer as he watches another couple walk through the doors of the hotel lobby. They nod towards each other out of curtesy, “I’m thinking we met through work friends, everyone said you were too good for me, but I, ever persistent, refused to back down,”
You laugh out of disbelief, “Are you forming our dating history? I don’t think that’s necessary, no one is going to pick up on that,”
Dante looks down at you, his expression shifting into a tense furrow, “They are going to catch us in an instant if we can’t blend in, I’m not risking that.”
This makes you pause, the break in his usual flirty character makes you second guess yourself. When you look over your shoulder into the hotel lobby you can see multiple partners chatting and drinking. Had Enzo set you up for failure? This didn’t seem like a usual business gathering. The fancy dress code, affluent crowd, and security made it seem more like a private gala.
“How long were you chasing me before I agreed to a date?”
Dante smirks, “Three and a half failed attempts over two months,”
Your eyebrow quirks, “Half attempt?”
The man sighs, waving his hand in distant memory, “You were drunk, I drove you home, and you kept spouting on about how handsome I was—”
You raise your hand with a scoff, “Not likely,” you tap your chin in though, “How about, I agreed to a fake date at a work function to avoid an ex boyfriend?”
Dante hummed, “A jilted lover huh?” He shuffles closer, in the name of keeping up appearances, he justifies, “Seems likely, poor guy I’d almost pity him.”
You shake your head in disbelief, you’re almost tempted to break out of his grasp but the thunk of car doors behind you signals that people are still walking past into the building. Instead of shying away you lean forward, tilting your head and completely invading his space.
You raise your hand, a manicured finger gently tracing his cheek, “Well, he was a disappointment. His ego couldn’t keep up with his performance, if you know what I mean,”
Dante feels a spark crackle down his spine, he’s pleasantly surprised by your adaptability. Most people like wouldn’t humour him for this long, and he’s starting to mourn that he’ll never experience this again.
His eyebrows furrow together in confusion. You roll your eyes, “Don’t make me spell it out for you Dante, have a little bit of taste,”
His sly smile gives him away, “I’d never disappoint you darling, promise,”
You hum, “We done now? I know I’m getting paid overtime, but I have got to get to my bed at some point tonight,”
“Can I join?” The quick response makes you slap his arm. Not wanting to humour him longer, you grab his hand and turn around. Dante falls in step with you as you walk towards the lobby doors, he props the door open, ushering you in with his other arm around your waist.
A door man greets you instantly, offering to take your coat. You smile warmly, turning your back towards him but before he can step forward, Dante intervenes by placing his body between your back and the doorman.
“Allow me, sweetheart. Why don’t you go ahead and find our table?” Dante murmurs.
You can see the doorman back off instantly from the corner of your eye. When you look over your shoulder at Dante, you can see why. His gaze looks murderous as he slips your coat off, you mentally applaud his dedication to the role.
Following his lead, you nod both to him and politely at the doorman, “Sure, don’t take too long,”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs, gently dropping a kiss on your shoulder before backing up. The slight feel of it makes you pause, a tingle remains in the spot but you refuse to make a deal of it. Instead, you look over at him once more to see him walking towards the coat room before making your way into the venue.
The person of interest tonight it Marcus Wicks, a man with some very deep pockets, and interesting ties with some unorthodox scientists. Information on him is limited, as he has done a good job sticking close to the shadows or having other informants do his work for him.
You catch sight of the man as you walk over to your table, he’s standing near the corner, surrounded by what you assume is associates chatting around him and security behind him. He looks over his shoulder to ensure they’re there before being pulled into a conversation.
Paranoid much? You look over the name plates on the table, stopping when you see yours and Dante’s. You’re not sure how Enzo managed to get you both into this venue, but you’ve learnt not to question it if it’ll save you the headache. You’ve barely just sat before the lady to your left turns to you.
“My, my that gown is gorgeous, what a beautiful colour,” she gushes.
You smile politely. “Oh, thank you, you’re too kind. I could say the same about you,”
The lady waves her hand, “Oh, this old thing. I didn’t even bother buying a new dress, I’ve been to so many of these things by now, they’re starting to get boring. I’m glad to see a new face,” she grins, “Are here with someone?”
You lean in closer in an act of interest, if she’s been here for a while she could offer some insight about Marcus. You’re about to ask but she cuts you off with a wide flourish of her hands, “Wait! I’ve got the perfect guy for you! He recently moved here, tall, good looking,” she leans in a closer with a whisper, “Rich too,”
A hand drops on your shoulder, “Goodness sweetheart, trading me in already?” You look up to see Dante had made his way over, “I know I was in the doghouse but I didn’t think you’d get rid of me that fast. What can I do to make it up to you, my love?”
You laugh, placing your hand over you chest and on his, “Don’t be dramatic, I was just about to introduce you,”
The lady in front of you gasps, “I’m so sorry! I just assumed because you had no ring, my husband is always telling me to think before I speak, oh god how embarrassing,”
You smile in reassurance, “Please, don’t apologise, it’s not a big deal,” you pat Dante’s hand, “This is Dante, my partner,” the sentence rolls off your tongue smoothly.
Dante squeezes your shoulder, “Pleasure to meet you…” he draws out.
“How rude of me, I don’t believe we introduced each other. Vivian,”
You introduce yourself in turn. The first thing you learn about Vivian is that she is one nosy lady, she has gossip on just about every person present in the building. Dante stands as a steady shadow behind you, thumb rubbing the juncture of your shoulder and collarbone gently as he half listens, half surveys the room.
“Mr.Wicks, or Marcus, is a new addition to our little events. I can’t remember who invited him, he just showed up one day and quickly became a popular patron,” Vivian takes a sip of her wine, “Probably because he has all the money in the world to burn,”
Your eyes widen, “He really has that much?”
“That much, and more darling. He’s got a very successful data broker company that keeps his hobbies afloat.”
Dante leans over your shoulder, “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to introduce myself to the others,”
You look over at him, “Sure, I’ll see you soon,”
You watch as Dante walks over to a group of men nearby the open bar. He bumps his elbow into one of the men in a friendly gesture, shaking his hand with a broad grin. He’s a natural at this. You almost shake your head in disbelief, it’s like he has a pull that draws people in. One that you’re starting to fall victim to.
Vivian chimes in, “You two are gorgeous together,”
To save yourself from an embarrassing flush, you reach for your drink, “Thank you,”
“No, really, I’ve never seen a man so enamoured,” is that jealousy you hear? “It’s like you fit in each others shadows, a complete match,”
You take a sip of your drink before responding. Pondering how you should go about this conversation, “We’re not perfect,” you laugh, “We’ve had our fair share of fights, that I can assure you of,”
Vivian hums thoughtfully, “What’s your secret then? What keeps you two together?”
At this, you grin, “Stubbornness.”
After a few moments you manage to get out of Vivian’s spotlight and steer the conversation back to Marcus. You lean that his hobbies include everything about demonology, and portals.
“Gateways to other dimensions, he calls it,” she waves her hand dismissively, “I couldn’t tell you anything else I tuned out after that. Honestly, what a load of garbage right? Who believes in any of that?”
You nod and take it all in while Vivian has another sip of her drink. Heavy drinker. While what she has told you isn’t anything new, it’s good to have your information solidified by another person.
Before your conversation can continue, a man walks up on stage, “Ladies and gentlemen if you could please make your way to your seats. The event will start soon.”
You watch as every begins to weave between tables to their seat, whispering to each other. It’s not long before Dante drops himself down beside you, he places his hand on your thigh and leans over to whisper in your ear.
“How was your gossip session?”
You hum, “Information was confirmed, nothing new though. What about you and your gentlemen club?”
You can hear Dante inhale, his hand gently rubbing up and down your thigh, “Afraid the club brings bad news,” this makes you frown, “Apparently Marcus is unveiling a project tonight for his loyal followers,”
You tense, rigid enough that Dante squeezes your thigh in reassurance, but that alone is clarification enough of your suspicion.
“He has a demon. Here?” You murmur, trying to keep your breathing even but your heart rate has picked up.
“Yes,” he exhales, “You should sneak out now, I can meet you—”
The lights abruptly cut out, you can make out a screen being lowered as a projector clicks on. When you look over your shoulder you can see Dante is already seeing the same thing. Security closes the door and swiftly locks everyone inside.
“So much for plan A,” Dante mutters.
You don’t know how he can be so calm. Well, you do know, demon hunter and all, but you’re freaking out. Heart rate elevated, your breathing gets heavier, and you think you’re getting dizzy but that could either be the alcohol or paranoia talking.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,”
You whip your head around, facing him directly, “You can’t promise that,” you hiss hysterically, “We don’t even know what we’re up against,”
Vivian looks over at you quizzically, concerned about your rising tone. You smile pleasantly, and pat Dante’s chest patronisingly. She smiles knowingly before turning back to her husband.
Dante leans closer, talking lowly, “Have some faith in me please, sweetheart, this is my job we’re talking about,”
You search his eyes, in the light of the projection screen you see nothing but confidence. Everything from his expression to his body language suggests he has nothing to fear.
You close your eyes and breathe in deeply, when you look back at him, he has an unreadable expression on his face, “I swear Dante, if I come out of this with even a scratch, I’ll be pissed off,”
Marcus makes his unassuming entrance onto the stage. There’s nothing out of the usual with his appearance, just an average looking business man if you didn’t know any better.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me tonight. As you may know, all your efforts and contribution to my project has come to fruition,” he raises his wine glass, “Please join me in a drink, for this is a celebration of our hard work.”
Applause erupts around the room, you hesitantly join in but Dante remains still with his arm draped across the back of your chair. The rooms becomes quieter as security rolls out a large cage, the contents are covered— typical— by a white sheet.
Marcus goes on, with what you honestly think, is a tangent about his passion for otherworldly dimensions and demons from hell. You can’t find yourself tuning in as much as you should, far too distracted by the cage that sits quietly on stage. Why is it quiet? You would have thought the demon inside would be kicking up a storm in its captivity, but not even the sheet is moving. Is it sedated? Who has their hands on demon grade sedative?
You tense when Marcus walks over to the cage, “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for,” his hands grasp the sheet, “Feast your eyes, on what is only the beginning of our journey.”
The sheet flies off with a flourish, falling to the ground below the stage, gasps sound from around the room including your own.
The cage is empty.
“Oh, fuck,” you panic.
“Fuck.” Dante sighs.
A strange shadow crosses the projector lens, cause the screen to flicker. You look up at the ceiling, in the darkness of the room you can see a bulking shadow. Hovering right above you.
You clench Dante’s thigh, “Dante—”
“I see it.”
Through your peripheral you can see him gazing up at the ceiling, “Get under the table.” He demands.
You don’t really want to let go of him, it feels more dangerous separating from him than finding cover. Hesitantly, you start to shuffle off your chair slowly to not cause suspicion.
Vivian looks confused as you go, “What are you doing?”
You’re already sitting on the floor when she asks, you make a shushing motion, “Follow me,” you whisper, taking her by the wrist and not taking no for an answer.
Once you’re under the table, she asks again, “What on earth is going on?”
You can hear a chair dragging across the floor beside you, “Where is it then?” Dante calls out. You cringe at his brash attitude.
“Where’s what?” Vivian she asks quietly.
You don’t answer, but Dante does, “The demon? I was promised I would see one tonight.”
You can’t see Marcus’ expression but you assume it’s not a friendly one. You can hear footsteps closing in, security probably, trying to search the perimeter. A unearthly growl reverberates across the room, silencing everyone.
You can see Vivian open her mouth but you slap your hand across it before she can speak. She’s frowning, you’re about to try and placate her when something heavy drops onto the table about your head. It rattles the cutlery and you can see wine glasses fall off the edge.
“Wow,” Dante whistles, “Now that’s what you call an entrance.”
The room erupts with screams, people frantically getting out of their seats and dashing for the exit. You stay perfectly still, even as the table worryingly starts to rattle and tip.
“What is that?” Vivian cries.
“A demon,” you try to say as evenly as possible. You can hear Dante in the background trying to lure the demon off the table.
“What?” Suddenly she looks around frantically, “My husband, what about—”
“I really wouldn’t suggest leaving here right now,” you whisper, “Wait for Dante to lead the demon off the table,”
She stares at you for a moment, “You’re being serious,”
Sounds of cutlery falling crashes around, “Yes,”
“And just what does you partner do?”
You look away, “He’s a demon hunter,”
“A demon hunter,” she frowns, “How did you get in tonight? Who do you know here?”
You sigh, looking at Vivian squarely, “Now is not the time for the full story but I think you’re smart enough to piece it together anyway,”
Vivian looks at you for a long moment, “I want to get out of this alive,” she says finally.
You nod, “Me too.”
You both agree to stick together in solidarity, holding each other’s hand tightly. You hear the demon screech terribly above you.
“That one hurt big guy? Why don’t you come do something about it?” Dante taunts.
Heavy footsteps crack the table, causing splinters to rain down on you. They reach the end of the table, slowly you shuffle back, bringing Vivian with you. When you reach the opposite end, you hesitantly peek out from under the cloth, you can see the stage, now empty, but surprisingly no blood spilt. You hope it stays that way.
You can see an emergency exit door beside the stage, you could make it if you dashed for it. The tablecloth drops as you slip back under, you tug your dress up and reach for your heels.
“What are you doing?” Vivian whispers.
“Take them off,” you respond, “We have to make a run for it.”
Vivian quickly follows your direction. With heels abandoned, you wait for Dante’s signal. Listening carefully you can hear something being thrown before landing with a thunk, the demon responds with a resounding roar.
“I have enough knives to throw to last me all night,” is he being serious? “Are you gonna make the first move? Or do I?”
The table creeks once more, you grab Vivian’s hand. “Get ready.”
The table tips with the demons weight, exposing your place of hiding. You take your chance as the demon launches itself at Dante. Keeping low you dash for the emergency exit door, Vivian close behind you. Vivian lets out a terrified gasp, alerting the demon. Its head whips in your direction but you keep going, dragging Vivian even closer.
The demon is about to turn around when Dante runs for it, you only catch a glimpse of it but you swear you see him summon a sword out of nowhere.
“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet.”
You shoulder the exit door open, shoving Vivian through and then slamming it closed again as if that would be enough. Once it’s closed, you grab her hand again and leap down the stairs until you see the doors leading outside.
You gasp, breathing heavily. It’s not safe yet but at least you’re out of the perimeter. It’s raining heavily now, and you’re getting soaked to the bone.
You glance over at Vivian in her deep purple dress, she wraps her arms around herself. “What do I do? My husband…is he alive?”
You swallow, “I don’t know,” you whisper, “But Dante is doing all he can, don’t lose hope yet.”
She nods absently. You can hear police sirens in the distance.
Not long after, you were ushered away from the lobby doors by paramedics begrudgingly, despite explaining you weren’t hurt. But they insisted you get out of the rain to avoid hypothermia, so now you sit increasingly anxious in the back of an ambulance with a blanket over your shoulders. You can hear gunshots, even a few windows shatter.
It felt like forever before it finally went silent. Moments passed before you saw police securing civilians out of the building. You leap out of the ambulance, despite the worried shouts of paramedics you run for the doors. Staying behind the parked police but looking anxiously.
Familiar white hair can be spotted easily amongst the crowd, “Dante!”
You can see him more clearly now, his clothes are torn from what looks like claw marks. And there’s bloodstains, of either his or the demon’s you can’t be certain. His head turns in the direction of his name, spotting you instantly. He walks over, mid-conversation with the police, which irks them you can see but they don’t try to follow him.
“Missed me?” He smirks.
You exhale, relieved to see him okay, “All pieces of you accounted for?”
“All the important ones anyway,”
He smiles, tucking your drenched hair behind your ear, “I told you, you’d be okay. Look you even made it out with no scratches. Damn, I am good at my job,”
“You scared me half to death,” you exasperate.
Dante looks at you for a moment, “You care about me, sweetheart?”
Your eyes widen at the insinuation, you look down at your bare feet to avoid his gaze. You were just put through an intense situation, one that you were nowhere near prepared for. And you don’t appreciate that being downplayed.
“Yes, I do care, for you wellbeing,” you hiss, “You are one of my hunters, and what you did in there was reckless at best! Taunting a demon like that, are you fucking stupid?”
“I like it when you call me yours,”
“Don’t deflect the conversation—”
He steps closer into your space, you’re practically chest to chest, and the height difference causes you to look up.
“I am fine,” he emphasises, “Renowned demon hunter, remember? I know my limit, and I don’t need you to worry about me,”
“You’re impossible,”
Dante shrugs, “Get used to it angel, because you’re going to see a lot more of it.”
You can head Vivian in the background shouting her husband’s name, when you look over you can see her leaping into his arms. You let out a sigh of relief, you’re glad they got reunited. Her husband hugs her tight as she sobs into his arms.
“Saw what you did in there, brave of you,”
You look away, “Kinda stupid separating them though, worried her for nothing,”
Dante hums, “He was lucky this time that I was there, you though, you saved her. Sure we can’t make a hunter out of you?”
You look up at him, eyebrow raised. “Maybe not,” he second guesses, “Then who would greet me after my missions?”
“Enzo?” You guess.
Dante scrunches his nose, “Nah, he’s no way near as hot as you,”
You roll your eyes, “Walk me home?”
Dante nods, removing his damaged jacket and draping it over your shoulders.
