the name is a little bit of a stretch but it’s all I could come up with.
I highly doubt I was able to pinpoint both of their characters but it’s sweet’n sad nonetheless~
plus some Dante and Patty sense we need more of that
Description:
Dante just needed to get some paper work done to day little did he know he’d be spending his evening on the couch comforting Patty after a nightmare.
He also didn’t know how similar they were.
Dante walked out of the bathroom in to the main office, drying his hair with a towel. he glanced around the room
finding Patty fast asleep on the couch.
she was laying on her stomach one arm hanging off the edge as the other was tucked underneath her,
her cheek was pressed against the worn leather smooshing her face, making it look like she was pouting.
Dante let out an amused huff shaking his head ‘kids’ he made his way over to the couch-
‘they get to take naps all they want but when I want to I’m called Lazy’
he said to himself as he took a blanket that was folded on the back of the couch and laid it over her, gently ruffling her hair before he walked away taking a seat at his desk.
And now it was to business.
Dante glared at the stack of papers in front of him. Sadly even he wasn’t immune to having paperwork, as much as he puts it off he still had to get it done, Eventually.
tho sometimes he Was able to pawn some of it off on someone else.
He grumbled as he started to read and scribble things down on notes or documents. Electricity bills, water bills, other bills,
fines for property damage from a few recent jobs, and various other random things.
it only took a few minutes for him to start developing a headache.
God he hated paperwork!
he’d give anything for a distraction right now! Morrison coming to give him a late payment or a Last minute job, Lady barging in about his debt, demons braking his door down! Anything!
Well anything other then the distraction he Did get.
He heard small whines coming from the other side of the room.
Curiously Dante lifted his head up from where he’d slammed it on his desk. When he didn’t hear it again thought he was just hearing things until he Did hear it, this time it was louder and followed by mumbling.
it was a string of ‘No’s’ a few ‘get away’s’ and pleases.
He was considering just letting her sleep through it until he heard her say his name. It felt like his heart had dropped to his stomach.
she was calling out to him in her sleep and she sounded scared
‘Dammit’ he grumbled making his way over to the couch.
once there he sat down on the edge beside her.
she’d moved around in her sleep ending up on her back with her hands clutched to her chest. Her face was crunched up in discomfort
tears running down her cheeks.
Dante placed his hand on her shoulder gently nudging her.
‘Hey. Patty wake up’ he kept his voice quiet as not to startle her-
which didn’t work, as she woke up she sat up hiding in the corner of the couch away from him.
her breathing was quick and panicked from being woken up from the nightmare and she was staring at Dante with wide eyes full of fear,
a hand clutch at her necklace.
‘It’s just me Patty. I’m not gonna hurt you’ his voice was soft, same with features, his eyes slightly lidded, lips drawn into a small worried frown.
Her mind still wasn’t fully out of the nightmare.
Patty clung to Dante burying her face in his chest
‘Dante!- please Don’t let them get me! Please!’ She cried.
Almost as if he was contemplating something Dante’s hand and arm hovered around her not yet making contact. He seemed to have made up his mind tho, pulling her in to his lap and holding her close.
like he wished someone had for him all those years ago when he was young.
‘I won’t Patty. . . I won’t’ He stared into space as Patty cried into his chest he could feel his shirt getting soaked with snot and tears but he didn’t care even if it was a bit uncomfortable.
her hands desperately clutched the fabric, he wouldn’t be surprised if her nails were boring hole in it to.
Dante layed his head on top of hers. rubbing her arm with one hand the other being ran through her blond curls sorting out the knots that had worked their why in to it as she slept.
the cries turned into shaky breathing as she tried to choke back the sobs and speak.
‘why did the demons have to take her away from me. . .’
‘Their gonna come for me to. Dante. . .’ her voice was shaky and broken, she didn’t try to say anything else afterwards sense it started a new round of tears.
‘I’m right here Patty. No demons gonna hurt you. Alright’
Dante whispered.
thats what her nightmare was about.
She’d been in a nice home, just her with her mom
when Patty reached out to hold her hand everything had shifted,
she was now in a dark void the inky black ground just barely shined revealing a deep red hue.
her mom pulled away from her and started to run as demons started to appear some chasing her, she’d called out yelling for her but it didn’t work, she didn’t come back. She’d disappeared in the darkness.
she yelled again and again ‘no! No no no-no-no! Please no! Come back! Mommy!’
a demon tried to pounce on her but she somehow managed to get out of its way. Then more and more of them appeared surrounding her.
she begged for them to get away from her,
for anyone’s help- for Dante.
then she woke and Dante was right there. . . .
he didn’t know this though, he didn’t know she had similar nightmares to his own. But he knew how much it had to hurt.
Dante adjusted himself to sit more comfortably on the couch,
no longer on the edge he sat leaning against it, Patty’s legs were laid across his lap, head resting on his chest as she sniffed and wiped her face with the hem of her sleeve trying to stop her tears.
Dante held her in place making sure not to use to much force so he wouldn’t hurt her.
all he could do was think.
He’d tried to Shield Patty from the gruesome show that was killing demons, pulling her hat down over her eyes, shooting the ropes holding the stages backdrop up. Shoving her in a closet like he was.
but it wasn’t enough, being with him she’d see it no matter what.
Even if she had a Heavy weight on her heart already from her mothers disappearance and being at the orphanage it didn’t compare to what she’d seen since she decided to stick with him.
she was just a kid, kids didn’t need to see things get murdered and blood and meat splatter everywhere. They didn’t need to watch as things got ripped to pieces.
And they didn’t need to hear their parents be killed either
even if they were Demons. Kids didn’t need any of that.
Know one did really.
Dante hated to admit it but for as annoying as she was,
he was found of her. it gave him all the more reasons to push her away and try to get rid of her. she was just a kid.
he didn’t deserve her, he didn’t deserve anyone in his life.
not Patty, not Trish, not Morrison, and certainly not Lady.
all he did was make their lives worse.
He put them in danger constantly.
Heck half the people he's known have died because of him.
he didn’t want to be responsible if something happened to Patty.
the thought alone was enough to make him want to-
He was pulled out of his thought by Patty’s grip on him tightened, tho she’d stopped crying.
‘Dante?’ Her voice was quite, still a bit rough from all the crying
‘Yeah?’
Her face was hidden from his view but he could tell she was debating what to say. ‘Can I stay here?’
she wasn’t talking about in the shop, she wanted to stay here in his arms, it felt safe, No demons could hurt her here.
Dante knew this, so he shrugged as best as he could ‘sure’
who was he to deny her thay feeling of protection?
he got a bit more comfortable on the couch, laying his head on top of hers again.
he really shouldn’t be this close to her, she was only going to get hurt. He needed to get rid of her push her away but he couldn’t, because just like Lady she’d come right back, he didn’t have the heart to truly try to get rid of her.
Patty fell back asleep, but Dante stayed up thinking.
when i say that jem carstairs in tid is the character that is in the most literally sense dying a slow death and yet is the one to live the most bc he loves with his all and lets himself express it, while will is the one dying a slow death *because* he loves with his all but doesn't let himself express it i MEAN it
What’s your favorite type of Prongsfoot Story? And if you’ve written it - link it?
oooof okay. very very repetitive, perhaps even boring, answer.
1. outsider pov.
i know, i know, everyone is fed up of me saying the exact same thing every time but i just!!! can’t get over it!!! these two are so ripe for random people being baffled/awed/horrified by their relationship 😭 i love an outside-in perspective on how they are bc for them, everything is routine, it’s just how things are. it’s only when u pan the camera out that u realise no, they’re the exception not the norm.
i’ve written one—from remus’ pov. this one from lily’s pov kinda also counts. id put both of them in the qpp side of things tho tbh.
2. omegaverse
spicing it up a lil this time ;) even tho i’ve not read many, i’m just. a sucker for this universe and omega sirius with alpha james will have my heart always <3
3. genderbent j/s
id blame dani and our arranged marriage fic for this but to be fair, i’ve always loved genderbending. keeping true to the characters while making such a broad change is just. delicious. and i love it when m/f friendships r transgressive n u just know prongsfoot will be exactly that. there’s a fic (two?) where jamie and sirius r bestfs and they still sneak into each others dorms/beds and act basically the same and it’s the best. i love it.
4. james coming back to life
i’m very sure that every single person who has this in their answers today is in this position bc of em and their wonderful fic and i’m not an exception but gosh, what a top tier trope. james coming back, being all protective and righteous and ready to fight for sirius in a way no one has done before. it’s just. exquisite. the perfect mix of angst and maybe age gap and love.
