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Concilliabule. Dante gets reader to reveal their killer Jell-O shot recipe, and use it on Vergil

Nonnie, oh my god this is so cute, thank you for letting me write silly shenanigans with Dante!!!!! 😭🙏🙏

Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.

With one last squaring of your shoulders, and one final adjustment of the aviators that hide your eyes, you toss a look over both of your shoulders, checking the street on either side of you before you nudge the door of Devil May Cry open with your shoulder. You’re about halfway through when Dante, also wearing a pair of aviators appears, blocking your path.

“You bring the goods?” He asks you, voice solemn and authoritative. Like a bouncer keeping out the no-listers.

You emphasise the brown paper bag you’ve bundled up to your chest by jostling its contents. “Right here.” Peeking under the arm that he’s using to hold the door open, you peer into the office behind him. It’s dark. Only the light in the kitchenette is on, but that’s all you need. You tilt your head back up at Dante. “I take it he isn’t back yet?”

“Won’t be for the next two hours. I made sure of that.” It’s his turn to check the streets now, half ducking his head out the doorway. He happens to make eye contact with an elderly woman, but as if sensing something clandestine, she immediately crosses to the opposite side of the street. “Were you followed?”

“Of course not.”

For only a short second, a smile betrays the air of professionalism that he’d so expertly exuded up until then. He steps to the side of the door, creating a gap just wide enough for you to slip through. “Step inside, ma’am.”

He follows you the whole way to the kitchen. Though with how close he’s standing behind you as he does it, chest virtually to your back, it’s more like an escort. For what is ultimately just an excuse to get Vergil drunk, he sure is taking this whole thing seriously. But that’s what you love about Dante’s company.

You plonk the brown paper bag in your hands on the kitchen bench, and reveal, one by one, the ingredients of your exceedingly simple, but nefarious scheme; disposable shot cups, several packets of jell-o (different flavours), and the one item that ties them all together. A bottle of Smirnoff. It’s not the most fancy brand of vodka on the market, but you’re making goddamn jell-o shots, not martinis for six figure salarymen. This is more than enough.

Dante lifts the packet of plastic cups to his face, angling his head down so his aviators slide down the bridge of his nose. “You sure this is gonna knock him out? These seem kinda small.”

“Sweetheart,” you begin, “with how I make them? He’ll be out within 5.”

In the end, it took only one before Vergil passed out at his desk.

#answer: anon #BLESS YOU NONNIE I HAD FUN WITH THIS ONE 😭#four more to go..#sync writing: short scenes