#dad Dante

[athenaluciscaelum]

Coming up with ask again 🤭

Dante pregnancy headcanons through various installment of the franchise (i mean his reaction when he found out that his wife is pregnant)?

Note: You can ask me anytime or as many times. I work on a first come, first serve basis. So no problem

Dante finding out his wife is pregnant through various installment of the franchise:

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Rated: Mature

Words: 3275 words

Warning: Mention of Pregnancy, unprotected sex, demon sex, mention of abortion

Disclaimer:

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LETS ROCK!!

So again, few assumptions were laid down here.

This is a loving relationship between Dante and Y/N. Two are married, since ask specifies 'wife'.

Pregnancy is unexpected and not planned. As for a planned one, the reaction remains the same; he will be happy.

No matter how sad and depressed he is or what he says. You will be his home, and he will come to terms and embrace you and the baby. It's just a matter of when?

You love this baby, and you are willing to fight for him/her. You want to protect them from the movement you were made aware of their existence.

Devil May Cry 3 Manga and Video Game

Dante here is young; he was eighteen when you two got married. It was rather quick, you both agree. But with your certainty that you both are meant to be together, Dante was swooned by the fact that you were still there after years of his stupidity, pain and nightmare. You didn't make his nightmare go away, but you made it so bearable.

Dante was always sure to use protection; he had to be. He had a terrible father, or so he thought back then, and wouldn't be a bad father himself.

Then something changed; Temen-Ni-Gru was erected, and Dante had to send you to safety. He asked you to go to Enzo, who will keep you out of the city. When he came back at night, you were asleep in a motel room. You couldn't understand how he knew that this is where you were; Enzo kept it secret. But it was your Dante, or... he wasn't. You could see his eye glowing red; you knew he was a demon.

You yelped as he literally lunged at you, pinning you on the bed. You moaned as he started to kiss and lick your cheek, lips and neck. You shuddered; his tongue felt long and slim like a snake. You cupped his face; it was pitch dark in the room, only moonlight illuminating your face... You spoke concerned... "Dante? Are you okay?" His voice came out rough, deep and metallic. "Need you…" You smiled, "I missed you too..."

You were about to scream when he morphed into something inhuman, but when he looked at you and touched you. It was his gentleness, his love, his soul, and his heart. Dante was scared. "Am I hideous, scary?" You cupped his scaly face. "Scary? My God, you're divine...missed you...you are back, you're home, baby..."

Dante's claws were quick to shred your clothes. "My sweet angel..." You never saw Dante so desperate and needy; he was rutting into you...as he hungrily kissed your lips. He was quick to plunge in you; it felt so different, big and with bumps. Your head felt dizzy… it was too much, but he kept hitting your sweet spot. You could not remember how many times you came, but it felt so good when he filled you to the brim. Dante collapsed on your limp body as soon as he was done; he morphed back into his human self.

A few weeks later, you felt sick for days, throwing up; your breasts were tender, and you were dizzy many times. You were a little dumb in this department and didn't think much. Dante has been so depressed since he came back. He was mostly at his desk looking at those gloves. He cried so many nights in your chest about how he couldn't save anyone he loves. But you promised him that he saved you. You blamed your skipped periods on stress you were feeling with Dante. He was the lowest, and it was obvious you felt the same.

So when you went to the doctor, they told you that you were pregnant. You were scared, so scared. You walked back to Devil May Cry, thinking about how Dante will react. He was at his lowest; you both were not financially secure, and what if he didn't want this?

Dante was deep in a whisky bottle in the afternoon, his head on his desk. You spoke softly, "Dante?" Dante shook his head, "Yeah...babe...? Good day at work?" You walked up to him and sighed, "We need to talk...."

Dante sat up straight as you held his hand and placed it on your stomach. You spoke scared, "I'm carrying our child..."

Dante blinked; was he drunk? He looked at you. He moved his hand across your stomach and tried to feel a little life in you; he was sure now. He was scared, shocked, and happy…happy not to be the only one alive of Sparda blood. "You want this with me? Look at me ..."

You just smiled and nodded, tears in your eyes, "I can't imagine it with anyone else." Dante hugged you tight. He knew his father was a better person, and he aspires to be the same for you and the baby... or more.

Devil May Cry 1 and Anime

Dante and you had quite a night before he left for Mallet Island. He was just excited he would finally avenge his mother, and you wanted your husband in your arms before he faced Mundus. When he left for Mallet Island, you were scared. Dante wanted you to stay at Devil May Cry and asked Morrison and Lady to make sure you are safe. When Dante came back, he was quiet, too quiet.

He confided in you how he killed Vergil again, and he will never be able to forgive himself. You held him tight. You had something of your own to share with him. But you did not know when and how; you were so scared.

You have seen the worst of Dante; he didn't mask anything in front of you. He just lashed out, "Why are you wasting your life with me, Y/N? You deserve better!" You were picking up bottles littered around the office; he wasn't speaking out of spite but out of genuine concern and fear. To him, he was not enough; he never would be. He destroys everyone he loves; he feared the same for you.

You sat up; you were feeling so tired and uneasy. You sighed, your hand instinctively resting on your belly, "Dante...Stop...I—" Dante looked at you with pain and saw the way your hand rested on your belly...his eyes questioned you... You nodded, "Yes, we are going to be parents."

Dante was stuttering, "How far along are you?" You thought, "A month..." Dante gulped, "Mine?" You shouted, "Dante!" Dante ran a hand across his face; he just hoped you would treat him like the shit he is and maybe even cheat on him, giving him the pain he deserves. But he knew you would never.

You cupped his face, "Dante...it's going to be fine..." Dante shook his head, "No...I will harm you both...maybe I should leave…"

Dante was making his way to exit; you can keep the place or whatever he has, but he has to be away; he will take care of financial responsibility for you and the baby. He will work to the bone...but he has to stay away. Because he loves you both.

You stopped him with all your weight, "Dante! No!" You cried, and he stopped in his tracks. You pooled on the floor crying like a child, your pregnancy hormones not helping. Your head in your hands, "God! Dante! I can't do this without you! I won't do this without you! I want the baby to have us both! Please!"

Dante saw how much he was hurting you; he was quick to gather you in his arms and put you down comfortably on the red leather couch. He removed your shoes, and he guessed your feet were swollen; he massaged them. You looked at him scared.

He was scared too, of hurting you and the baby. He spoke after a while, "Please....I need time…" You nodded. "It's okay...just remember we need you...always."

For initial checkups, Dante sent Lady with you; he was scared that even his shadow might be an omen for the baby. You were always sharing all news with him. You pinned an ultrasound for him of twins – a girl and a boy – on the fridge. You can see love in his eyes for his children. But his fear was palpable.

You were quite swollen, and four months in, you were showing a little bump. You lay down on the bed in a little nightie. Thanks to pregnancy, your breasts were heavy. Dante was in the office; you called for him. "Dante..." He bolted up to the room, the fear in his voice evident, "Is everything okay? You're in pain?" You nodded, "Yeah…can you help?"

Dante was unsure. "Sure...how?" You spoke tiredly, "My breasts are tender...can you help?" Dante looked at your heavy breasts; he was drooling inside. He was staying away from you from fear of harming you or the baby in any capacity... but you need this now, right? His big hands started to massage your tits... you moaned, and he felt it in his cock. He drank in your flustered face and how you bit your lips; god, he should paint you. You looked at him with love; he gulped, "Are you feeling better now?" You nodded, "Thanks...but nipples?" Dante was quick to pull down your top and play with your nipples, pinching and twisting them. You whimpered. He lowered his head to suck on your nipples one by one.

You were so wet, his knees driving up to your core to help you ride it out, and it certainly helped. He held you close, picking you up to place you on his thigh as you rode him... you were left satisfied. He smiled, kissing your head and belly, "Sleep tight...my world…"

Dante missed no appointment afterwards.

Devil May Cry 2

You didn't know how this even happened. Dante was always deep in a bottle, missions, or arguing with you. It was never you who argued. Dante was at his lowest, and he intentionally argued with you to drive you away. You could see through it in no time.

Dante spoke bitterly when he came back from hell, "Still here?" You were shocked at his cold voice, "Yes...are you okay? Lucis came... She told me everything... I asked Trish to help, and she figured out a way to open some portal for you." Dante laughed bitterly, "So...I should be thankful to you now? It was all you, right?" You shook your head. "That's not what I meant...Dan—" Dante stopped you, "So what you meant! Huh? I should be so thankful; you stick by poor me!" You cupped Dante's face. "Hey...I'm here...you are going to be fine....stop this..."

Dante clenched his teeth, "Why do you have to be so understanding...?" You hugged him tight. "Because I love you... and you have made me very happy..."

This was not one attempt; your friends asked you to leave Dante, labelling him 'toxic', but you knew Dante. There were better days; you have seen the best of life with him. You won't leave his side just because he was at his worst. Yes, sometimes it was unbearable. But even Dante would melt at those points, and there will be fleeting moments that will remind you. Why you two were together. He could be 'not nice' to you but never cruel. Or so you thought.

When you missed your periods, you were in denial. You took tests, and you hid all those positive tests. You had no courage to tell Dante. He was a mess; you cannot bring a child into this mess. But you wanted to protect this child with your heart and soul. It was a part of him and you. You would do anything for the child in you.

You told yourself every morning that you would tell him today. But you failed; it was already two months in. Dante was either always on a mission or in his bottles. You were not sure what to do. You were taking care of all bills and finances. Since Dante was barely taking any mission that came with a pay cheque.

You were asleep in bed after a long day of work. When the door to your shared bedroom was slammed open by Dante, he was angry and cold, "Did you ever intend to tell me!?" You were confused and frowned; your head was pounding anyway. "What?" Dante looked at you in fury; he spoke bitterly, "You think I won't notice...you throwing up every morning. You can't do it, baby...these cursed ears pick up everything. You thought I wouldn't notice your sweet human scent as a subtle hint of the demon in you now!? You really thought you could hide your meds from me!? Why do I have to know it from Lady!?"

You were pale and confused, "Lady?" Dante spoke angrily, "Yeah, she left me a pay cheque saying I need it now... She was for once not ripping me off! You really thought you could hide this!?" You shook your head as you sat in bed, your head pounding with stress, pregnancy, work and now this, "I was going to tell you…" Dante shouted, "When!?" You were not even thinking clearly now, "Soon..."

Dante was scared...so scared; he needed you to say it, "Say it..." You spoke, looking at your belly, "I'm pregnant..." Dante's denial could not work anymore; he shook his head in trying to still deny it, "No…" You looked up at him sadly, "Dante...it's true..." Dante shook his head. He spoke with a heavy heart, "Y/N, we can't.....abort it..." Your whole world was crashing; you couldn't understand what he was saying... You shook your head, speaking incoherently. You were barely functional, "No...Dante...you didn't hear it right...it's our baby…" Dante was quiet and sombre. "I did...I can't do it...either abort it or..." Your eyes were wide. "Or...?"

Dante gave you a sympathetic look. You shook your head, "No! No! No! Please!" Dante closed the door, leaving you alone. You lay down in bed, curled up, crying. Dante could hear you; his heart clenched, but he knew he had no other choice.

You were in bed till late afternoon; you even skipped your day at work because you were sick. Dante knocked at the door; he came in with a bowl of fruit; he sat it on the bed. You sat up in the bed, the stress on your face obvious; anyone could tell you were not okay. Your eyes were puffy, and your head was pounding. Dante spoke sympathetically, "Here… you need nutrition..."

You were choking on your words as your heart felt heavy, "Why do you care? You want our child dead…" Dante froze for a second; the words were so heavy. He ran his fingers through your hair. "Because I want you to live..." You looked at him, and you pleaded, "It's going to be okay; you're here." Dante looked at his hands; he felt useless. "When was I ever able to protect anyone I love?" You were determined: "I will have my child anyway. I will protect them! With you or alone!"

Dante nodded, "You made your choice..." You nodded, "I did..."

You left Devil May Cry in a week. Dante said you could stay, but you didn't want to. You could go back to your parents, but they will just remind you how they were always suspicious of Dante and will ask you to consider an abortion. You rented a little apartment.

When you went for your next appointment, you saw two little beans on the screen – a girl and a boy. You kept the ultrasound. Something in your heart said to send it to Dante. He was a father no matter what. So you gave it to Morrison. Dante was in his office; it was late at night. He opened the envelope and saw it. Any doubt in his mind cleared.

You heard a soft knock on your door. You opened it to find Dante...he hugged you tight, "I'm so sorry..."

You hugged him back, "You always come along..." Dante buried his face in your hair. "I'm so scared..." You cupped his face, "Yeah, me too...but we are in this together."

Devil May Cry 4 and Novel

Dante had a change of heart in Fortuna. When he looked at Nero, he saw a possibility he never entertained in his mind. There could be the next Sparda blood who could grow up safe. Dante reached back home happily.

You found out while he was gone. You were ready for everything. You will fight for your baby; your packs were already packed, just in case.

Dante was back with a wide smile; you smiled back. You wanted to tread carefully. Dante hugged you tight. "Y/N, babe, I missed you..." You summoned courage...and pulled back, "Dante...I'm pregnant...and I won't give up on my baby...even if it means I have to do it alone."

Dante was surprised; he muted any part after 'I'm pregnant', a wide grin on his face, "What!? Baby!? My baby!?" You were confused; he is happy. You nodded, "Our baby..." Dante quickly picked you up and twirled you around. You squeaked, "Dante! I am feeling dizzy!" Dante puts you back on your feet and rubs his neck sheepishly, "Sorry...but I'm going to be a father!" You smiled and nodded. He got on his knees to put his ears against your stomach; he sighed. He could hear those strong little heartbeats. It sounded like two – must be vibrations, or so he thought. He sighed contentedly, kissing your belly. You ran your fingers through his hair.

He picked you up bridal style and climbed up to your room. "You will rest now...no stress or overwork." You smiled, "I'm just one week in…" Dante opened your shared bedroom door. He frowned at your packed bag; now that he remembers, you were saying something else too... Dante looked at you. "Babe, why are your bags packed...?" You tried to dodge the question, "Just vacation..." Dante sets you on the bed. "You thought...I would kick you out because you are pregnant? What monster do you think I am...? I'm disappointed, babe."

You shook your head, "Dante ...no!" He clicked his tongue. "You should have more faith in me." He pouted; you cupped Dante's face to make him look at you, "No...I..." Dante started being dramatic, "What a world? My wife thinks so little of me..."

You sighed, "How can I make up?" Dante thought, "I pick the nursery theme…and decor." Your mouth was wide open at the disastrous idea. But you had no option but to agree.

Dante never missed an appointment; he was a very involved parent and a partner. He made it the most beautiful and loving part of your relationship. Though he reconsidered ever having kids after seeing the pain you went through.

Devil May Cry 5

Dante was thinking as he looked into the mirror after coming back from hell, "Am I too old?" He looked at you reading on the red leather couch; he could tell your sweet human scent changed, but he will wait for you to tell.

When you did tell him at night. He was happy; he hugged you tight, and he was grinning ear to ear. He sighed, "Are you happy?" You nodded, "very much." He kissed your forehead, his hand protectively on your belly wherever you go.

He was protective, but not overprotective. He was taking more jobs to make everything financially secure for you and the baby. He called over Kyrie and Nero a lot to help you.

He will be very happy and ready to be a father.

Tagged: @violet-2084-turkish-warrior

[dmc-tings]

Loved the take on not writing what you do not enjoy. It made me think, as though I hated Netflix Devil May Cry, I just cannot hate Dante. Anyway. I respect your opinion. So I'm requesting something and see if you're comfortable with it.

Can I request DMC 5 Dante who has a teenage daughter. How he reacts and navigates through challenges like her getting first period (her mother is around, but it's just she was not there when it happened), boys trying to hit on her (I mean she got Sparda genes and those beautiful white hair), her trying to experiment with wardrobe which might not be so appropriate for underage girl (I know Dante isn't one to care about what a girl wears, but from perspective of underage), or her trying to be very assertive about going on mission or worse wanting to see demon world.

I love detailed ones like this. Tee-hee

Im the eldest out if two. And my dad was a single parent so... I know the look of horror on a dad's face when it comes to this.

(Reader is F: afab and Dante's kid, so read appropriately. TW: menstrual times mentioned)

Dante: A Girl Dad

Alright. So. When is wife was on that bed, pushing YOU OUT, he didn't expect a girl.

Cue, the 6'5 devil hunter passing out

BIG THUMP

But he hopped back up like a champ when you cried out

DAD MODE ACTIVATED (He didn't know he had that one)

Yes. He lunged at the doctor, half-devil triggered

(SKIPPING FORWARD A BIT)

Oh. It started in 6th grade. You came home with, fucking, FUCKING VALENTINES

"Where..." *angry demon dad noises* "where'd you get all those sweetie?"

"Boys at school." You innocently spoke, dumping the ones without candy in the trash

He smiled at that. He didn't care if you played boys for money.

But when you came home with all sorts of gifts!? He went to the school and "Karened Out"

The superintendent had to get involved.

It was a fiasco in Redgrave

"Devil Hunter's Daughter: Off limits"

Hehe; until you got older

But... sadly, puberty isn't kind.

12. You were twelve years old

The morning hadn't gone well.

Your stomach hurt. And your body... just... wasn't right.

You told mom. And she looked you over sympathetically. Considering whether or not-

"Nah. She's fine." Papa Dante nodded.

(MIND YOU HE DID SMELL SOMETHING OFF ABOUT YOU LATELY. MOODY TEEN HE BRUSHED IT OFF, DESPITE MOM TELLING HIM SOMETHING WAS UP)

So you went to school

Then it happened, oh God.

You didn't even say anything to the teacher!

You thought you just needed to go to rhe bathroom

Only to... feel nauseous at the... blood.

It was blood from the... South end.

You always had your phone.

Can't call Mom. She's out on a mission.

There was no way in hell you'd call Vergil. Or Nero. Or- just none of them...

Too embarrassing

"Devil May-"

"Dad..."

Your cry made him fucking run colder than an icebox in an Alaskan blizzard

"Babycakes what's wrong."

You explained through your tears. You were so scared and it broke his heart.

He kept you on the phone. Scrambling through his wife's stuff. He grabbed the emergency box.

Clutch Mom. It was for this EXACT SITUATION!

"Im comin baby. Papa's coming."

He jumped right on whatever altered devil arm, and sped to the school

He raised hell. And they had a female office worker walk you to the front.

He ushered you to the bathroom.

And handed you the emergency bag.

When you came out he didn't say anything.

Hugs and promises to get you back home.

He signed you out and got you home

And that was that. He and mom tag teamed making sure you were well taken care of

Ah... but you're a Sparda.

While hands weren't thrown, attitudes were

It was cute, you walking around in princess dresses, tutu's, crowns and fairy wings... when you were little.

Hell, he could dress you like a lil boy and you were happy!

Now... it was all... the short skirts and... the tight jeans.

"Ah, where are you going?"

16. You were 16. Walking around like the strippers at Love Planet!

His heart broke, his lil girl was dressed so... promiscuously!

You rolled your eyes. He really was a vibe killer

"Dad. I'm just going to the mall."

Who gave you money? He was often broke.

Your fuckin mom... ugh.

"Lemme come with."

You just slammed the shop door, hopping into your friends car

Oh... he felt so left out... you used to be his best buddy...

You really hurt him

When you got home he was moping on the couch

The next day, your mom had talked to you.

You didn't mean to but he was so clingy with you. You didn't like it. And, you explained that to her

"Just talk to him about boundaries."

It was a long talk. But compromises happened: you dressed in APPROPRIATE clothes, and he backed off.

Sides, Dante was a laid back enough dad...

You didn't get a real boyfriend until you were 18

He... hated him. Yup. Dante hated the boy you brought home.

You were DANTE'S DAUGHTER: No matter what your mixed with that silver hair and blue eyes caught everyone's attention

So when you finally picked one... and you didn't pick a "cool" or "popular" guy

This dude was normal. He just... kind a was there

Dante was displeased. The boy was a loser.

Well... you argued he was a loser and her mom stayed with him

*Cue Mom smugly around the corner with wine*

Dante relented, learning that... you didn't pick a dummy

Your boyfriend, was actually really smart. Even Nico was impressed and let the guy tinker with devil arms...

Dante had to relent more... accepting the fact that the boyfriend was a good fit...

Speaking of devil arms...

Your 21st birthday; Dad had promised to let you start missions.

It was the family business and your boyfriend had been more than welcomed in the shop, working...

"Just... stick close kiddo, ok? Don't give your poor Papa and Mama heart attacks..."

You rolled your eyes

"I'll stick as close as possible Dad."

He looked... happy but worried.

You were armed as you liked

Devil arms you picked out or your boyfriend made for you, strapped to your body

Oh God he wished he would have left you home.

No. Not because you got hurt...

It was a swarm. A small damned army, that came for them when they attacked the nest.

And a brute almost caught you up

Dante took the full hit, but that didn't hurt either

What hurt was: you and your mother crying trying to shake him awake.

He grabbed both of you.

"Hey. Hey. A knock to the dome ain't enough to kill me. Ya'll know that..."

But he felt his heart sink at your sobs

He got scolded after the Queen was killed

You clung to him, almost everywhere he went.

For about a month, then he reassured you he'd not do something so dumb again...

He still didn't let you go on missions alone

But... of course, the universe has its own plans...

And he had to let you handle things, a big boss was in the next space... and while Nero and Vergil could handle it... He hesitated, leaving you alone.

Your mother was on the furthest side dealing with another breaching crowd of demons... Lady and Trish were on another set of ends...

"Dad. Go. I'll be ok."

He still didn't move. For once, he didn't have a smartass comment. The fear grabbed the air out of his lungs

"No."

He pushed you behind him.

"Im not leaving you alone."

One of the few times he dug his heels in, only for you take out his knees, and jump on his back, trapping him in a headlock

"You listen here, Old Man! You don't trust me?!"

GODDAMNED IT. YOU WERE YOUR MOTHER'S CHILD

he yanked you off him, sealing you with an arm lock

"No, kid... that ain't it."

How the fuck do you tell your kid, your daughter... You're scared?

You struggled like a pissed off kitten

"Then WHAT?"

Dante let you go.

When you sprang up, you glared at him

Only to see your dad, the Devil Hunter, afraid.

"I can't lose ya. You're too important."

He was shaking

You took a deep breath and walked up to him

"You've gotta trust me. Like you trust Mom. And she's fully human. That's gotta count right?"

Fuck... you had him there...

"Besides. Vergil and Nero sound like their getting beat down."

You gave him a small push.

He slowly started to walk... watching you as he backed away

You... definitely had alot of your Mom there... but alot of him.

He couldn't stop the stupid smile that crossed his face.

You were an adult.

Even more, he couldn't stop the stupid smile that stretched across his face

"I get it."

He did. You were an adult now.

By letting you handle your own, he was letting go a little bit more.

You were the blood of Sparda and he didn't train you for nothin.

[lindonui]

Ryu & Dante with an adopted art loving child (platonic)

Super hot ninja man & Super hot devil man still new to writing so sorry if I don't get the characters 100% accuratea and if the grammar and other things suck

Warning: death is in this story

~ Dante was paid to protect you and your family as you travel through a dangerous area that has been attacked by demons from time to time

~ During the trip Dante takes notice of your art skills and jokingly asks you to make a drawing of him something you take seriously seeing as nobody outside your family has ever asked you to draw them before

~ However the drawing would only be half finished before a tragedy struck you and your family were attacked by demons while Dante was taking care of them your parents grab your siblings and you and run away to not get caught in the crossfire

~ Demons would find you along the way your family would fall one by one when the demons finally get to you Dante comes just in time to save you

~ Days of silence pass and Dante takes you to Neros while he takes care of your parents passing once Dante comes back he decides to take you with him if anyone can understand the pain your going through it's him

~ Dante helps you through the pain telling you he's here to talk and if you don't want to talk you can always use art as your outlet

~ He starts buying you art tools pens, pencils, markers, notebooks, spray paint and any other stuff you might ask for he always gets the highest quality he can

~ will even draw with you from time to time adding his own devilish flair to his and your paper

~ He will let you sketch him whenever and he gets the others to let you draw them also

~ Always encourages your art and takes time to listen about it when it comes up in conversations between the two of you also puts up any art you give him

~ Dante lets you decorate the shop with that artistic brain he even lets you make a sign for the shop that he keeps up in the front and takes you

~ Will steal the Red Queen and Yamato for you to draw/paint on when he wants to mess with Nero or Vergil

~ He'll also takes you to art conventions and contests whenever he can so you can get to make friends and get tips to improve

~ brings home large selections of walls if you want to do a big project like a spray paint wall

~ gives constrictive criticism so you get better at it

~ Dante keeps what's left of unfinished drawing from that day in his wallet to be reminded of the most important person in his life and looks at it whenever he needs motivation

You look at Dante as he opens his wallet to look at what he calls your masterpiece "You still have that picture" you exclaim with hints of embarrassment in your voice "Of course I do this masterpiece gets all the demonic charm just right kid now let's go bug lady for some pizza" Dante says as he walks to the door with a smile on his face

~ Ryu adopted you after an attack on the Hayabusa village where your parents died defending the village

~ You were originally living on your own a little bit before he came and took you in Ryu comforts you through calming silence and understanding Ryu knows the feeling of losing someone close

~ He takes notice of your artistic skills once you start living with him and encourages it telling you to use it for pent up emotions

~ Ryu is quick to get you brushes ink and scrolls for you to paint and draw he also gets tools for Ukiyo-e if your interested in the art style

~ If you do ikebana Ryu will place the flowers throughout the house and sometimes stop to look at them

~ Should you express the desire to use modern art tools Ryu will grab them for you next time he is in a big city

~ Gives you constrictive criticism to push you to become an even better artist

~ Ryu will take you with him when he goes fishing and mountain climbing so you can get inspiration for drawing and he makes sure to keep you safe when you come with him

~ Will talk to you about art and listen to everything you have to say for hours and sometimes watches as you are focused on your art taking in all the details he can for when you talk about art

~ gives you a room for you to go crazy in your own dedicated art room that nobody is allowed to enter unless you let them

~ takes you around the castle from time to time to show you the art of it and tells you everything he knows about all of them

~ lets you sketch himself others (with permission) and statues that are scattered around the castle

~ should you draw a picture of him he will cherish it much like cannas ninja star and keep it safe in his room

As you hand Ryu the drawing you look at his face noticing it softening up "It's masterful Y/N thank you" he tells you softly and warmth in his voice

Well I hope you enjoyed this again I'm sorry that it's not accurate and for any grammar mistakes I think my next work will be about this amazing lady and maybe momiji any ways till next time

[aquat1c-aer0r]

my first contribution to the dmc fandom

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Boundless of Energy || Dante Sparda ||

A/n: I hope you like it! Dante from DMC5 as a dad

(i love this scruffy Dante)

@mannythemunchkin i hop you like it!

The sun filtered softly through the curtains of the Devil May Cry office, casting golden streaks across the dusty floorboards and cluttered furniture. Among the chaos of weapons, demon-hunting contracts, and half-drunk cups of coffee, a new kind of chaos had taken root—toddler chaos.

“Come back here, you little gremlin!” Dante’s voice echoed as he sprinted barefoot through the office, fadedcred coat flaring behind him like a cape.

A high-pitched giggle rang out as the toddler in question—his own kid, somehow blessed with more energy than a Sparda bloodline should legally allow—bolted across the room wearing nothing but a diaper and one of Nero’s missing gloves as a hat.

You leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed and biting your bottom lip to keep from laughing. Watching Dante, legendary devil hunter, trip over a discarded pizza box while trying to catch a two-foot-tall whirlwind of mischief was easily the highlight of your week.

“This isn’t even funny anymore!” he huffed, nearly face-planting into the couch cushions. “That kid’s faster than a Hell Caina on steroids.”

“They are your kid,” you called back, voice full of amused warmth.

Dante whipped around with an exaggerated glare, hair wild, one boot on, the other one who knows where. “I didn’t sign up for this level of cardio!”

"He's two Dante."

The toddler shrieked with glee, darting past him again, this time wielding Dante’s Rebellion—well, the foam replica you bought because they kept trying to pick up the real one. Still, the image of your baby stomping around with a giant toy sword yelling “HYAHH!” was something out of an absurd fever dream.

You finally gave in to the laughter, hiding your face in your hands as you doubled over, shoulders shaking.

“Oh, now you laugh,” Dante muttered, scooping the toddler up mid-charge and holding them upside down like a sack of potatoes. The kid squealed and flailed, but the giggling never stopped.

“You’re doing great,” you said between chuckles, walking over and brushing a kiss against Dante’s flushed cheek.

He raised a brow, sweat sticking to his forehead. “You mean that?” His white hair a mess, scruff still covering his face.

“No. But you look great doing it.”

He groaned, tossing himself down on the couch with the toddler sprawled across his chest, now contentedly chewing on the glove-hat. Little giggles leaving his lips as he happily curled into his fathers arms.

As you curled up next to them, you couldn’t help but smile.

Dante, demon hunter extraordinaire, slayer of hellspawn, was now battling a far more chaotic force: parenthood.

He was losing And honestly? He wouldn't have had it any other way.

"You're a wonderful father Dante." You smiled as your fingers caressed his cheek, his gaze softened as he grasped your fingers bringing it to his lips.

"You're a wonderful mother too, best fucking mother I know." He muttered then kissed the inside of your wrist.

[cowardlybean]

i have been playing limbus and it’s to nobody’s surprise that my favorite character is the crazy old father

[vngful]

crying n throwingup

[vanilla0chinchilla]

Don't forget to show your clock head you appreciate them!

Dante still uses the mug, or at least, uses it to store pens.

[dclovesdanny]

Dcxdp prompt

5/5

So there was a problem.

It turned out Ellie had become more unstable, and ended up having to retreat into her core. Frostbite explained to him how he had to carry her in himself, similar to human pregnancy, but a little more Eldritch.

Having a de aged Dan thrown in the mix, since Clockwork had de aged him to almost two years old, and his parents kicking him out after finding out about him being a halfa? Everything was a mess. Thankfully, clockwork was able to arrange for him to go to school in Gotham, even arranging fake records for him and Dan, now known as Dante, and enrolling him in school while Dante would be babysat by Lady Gotham. Now known as Danny Mortem, he was enrolled in Gotham Academy, and ready to attend until Ellie was born.(Clockwork promised him he’d only have to take a week off, that would be easily explained by the flu.)

Damian was very suspicious of his new classmate.





[athenaluciscaelum]

Plushie

Pair: DMC 5 Dante x GN Reader

Rated: General-Fluff

Words: 402 words

You were sitting on the leather couch... the sunlight pouring in... you were humming to yourself. Dante was out on a mission. You were making something special...a plushie... You looked down at your pregnant belly. You were so close now.

The ultrasound showed two healthy baby twins – a girl and a boy. You were beyond happy. You were already seven months in; you looked at the pattern you made to create this plushie – it was a special one. You have to procure lots of material to get the right colour and texture.

The plushie was special; you knew how unnerving this pregnancy was for Dante. He was not showing it to be very supportive of you. But you can see those fears, soft murmurs; he will speak to your belly when he thinks you are asleep. He will press sweet kisses to your belly and promise to protect them. He will be better.

Some nights he confined himself to them, his finger caressing your swollen belly. He sighed, "Having fun inside? You guys don't let your mama rest...rude...but you both are precious.... I'm scared… My demon heritage messes everything up, right? Will you two be scared if you ever see how grotesque my DT is?"

Your heart ached; you wanted to kiss him and tell him he was still the best and kindest person you know. But then, you won't risk not witnessing these soft moments.

So this was your way of appreciating him, his entirety. You wanted to make sure kids knew from the start what to expect.

You fell asleep after completing the plushie; you were asleep on the couch. Dante walked in and sighed as he scooped you in his arms, "Babe...take care of yourself...sleep in bed...you are carrying two hellions..." As Dante was about to lift you up. His eyes fell on two pair of each type of plushie.

It was his sin DT and DT chibi version. It was cute...how something so scary and grotesque could be so cute. You woke up rubbing your eyes; you could see Dante's emotional eyes and the way he held that plushie. You yawned, "If they know from the start what to expect, they will never be scared..."

Dante hugged you tight; you whimpered, "Dante..." Dante buried his face in your hair, not letting you see him cry, "I love you...I love you so much…"

You smiled, "I love you too...Dante..."

[dejasquietplace]

a real saint

[cupidscrule]

Why can't he kill my dad :(

[biteytiefling]

So I have an idea for adopted dad Constantine who has his work cut out for him with his new kids three halfas and one almost halfa Danny, Dante, Ellie, and jazz the kids got dumped on him as part of an old deal he made but dammit if he was going to let anyone or anything hurt them anyway he has had the kids for a few weeks but it is clear that they are not safe on earth with the GIW and he still hasn’t informed the justice league about them but he has left them a voicemail saying that they are his kids, as he decides the safest place for them is a hero base he puts them on the watch tower in their own rooms all right next to each other and his own, he still has to go and dismantle that bloody stupid law and government branch but before he leaves he says that if anyone bothered them up that they have full permission to cause chaos especially if it’s the other heroes just so long as they don’t cause any actual danger just pranks and that he will be checking in on them every day

The heroes find a redhead teen girl with a baseball bat painted green and three black haired blue eyed kids the oldest of which looked only 14 or 15 and the youngest of which was 5 years old 

[somnoir]

Down Bad in Distress - Part 3

Part 2 | Masterpost

"Daniel, I heard from CW that your children are moving here." Alfred said one day.

Everyone immediately pauses, except for Danny who was happily doing the cooking while Alfred served the food.

"Danny's kids?" Tim narrows his eyes, glancing back at Jason. "Danny?"

"Yeah? Oh, right! Dick, you didn't tell them?" Danny asks, glancing over his shoulder.

Dick nervously laughs, "Slipped my mind. What's that about your kids?"

"Right, right. They didn't like being away from me all the time so they decided to move. I was hoping to enroll Ellie into Gotham Academy." Danny hums, serving Damian some vegan pancakes and patting the boy's head. "She'd be in your year, kid."

Damian scowls, swatting his hand away but it wasn't accompanied by the usual snark.

"And your son?" Dick asks, immediately being scolded by Alfred for talking while chewing.

"Dante takes a Mechanical Engineering course. It was harder for him to transfer since this would be his third year into it." Danny sighs, sounding a little tired just as he serves Bruce some coffee. "But my kid's stubborn as hell."

"How old are your children?" Bruce tilts his head, just as Danny swats away some dust of his shirt.

"Dan is 23 and Ellie is 15."

"Jason and Damian's age. Hm."

The aforementioned two immediately locked eyes, already mentally planning on tracking down the Fenton siblings. As per usual, Alfred beat them to it and quickly gave Danny an invitation.

"When are they arriving? I do hope that they can come for a meal." Alfred hums, patting Danny in the back.

"Today, actually!" Danny beams.

"You're not worried about your kids being in Gotham?" Steph asks, mouth still full. Danny doesn't even hesitate to pinch her sides when she does, making Stephanie yelp.

"My parents taught me and my sister how to fight at very young ages. My kids got the same treatment. Ellie has one hell of a right hook and Dan gets creative with whatever the hell he can use as a weapon." Danny snorts, "I got called by the principal once cause he stabbed someone with a pencil. Not that it wasn't deserved. My kid doesn't like it when people go after his friends."

"Gotham Material?" Duke asks.

"Gotham Material." Danny chuckles, "If a rogue attacks, my kids would go on with their day like nothing happened. Weird shit like that is normal back in Amity."

Ah, yes. The illusive amity park. Where everything is utterly strange. Tim still couldn't get a good background check on the small town in Illinois—a place that wasn't even marked on the fucking map.

"So..." Dick grins, "When do we get to meet them?"

Alfred clears his throat, "Would dinner suffice?"

Danny grins back, "I'll wrangle them here if I can."

The moment Bruce found out Danny had kids, something in his brain short-circuited. The knowledge alone was enough to make him reassess everything he thought he knew about his bodyguard, but hearing Danny talk about them? That was something else entirely.

Bruce had barely asked a question before Danny launched into a full-fledged monologue, his usual lazy grin stretching into something softer, brighter. Every word was laced with pride, every detail shared with the delight of a man who lived to brag about his kids.

In the span of two hours, Bruce learned more about Dante and Janelle Fenton than he knew about most people in his life.

Dante—the eldest—was a menace. An antisocial teenager with a violent streak that made Damian look like a well-adjusted honor student. Fights, trouble, a past full of missteps and regret. But Danny didn't speak about it with shame or frustration. No, he spoke with admiration, because Dante tried. He fought against his own nature, struggled to rein himself in, to be better for the people he loved.

"He’s a smart kid," Danny had said, his voice full of warmth. "Too smart. Built himself a motorcycle from scrap when he was sixteen—real Frankenstein's monster type of thing, but it runs better than my car."

Bruce had to physically stop himself from calling Jason right then and there, because if his second son found out a teenager had built the equivalent of the Batpod out of junk, he would never recover.

Then there was Janelle. Just as troublesome as her brother, but in an entirely different way. She wasn’t a fighter, at least not in the way Dante was. Her chaos was more... exploratory. She skipped class not out of defiance but because something else caught her interest. An adventurous child who saw a locked door and immediately wondered what was on the other side. A girl who thought parkour was a valid form of travel, who had given Danny a heart attack the first time he caught her flipping off rooftops like a circus performer—it reminded him of Dick when he was much younger.

"She stuck the landing, though," Danny had admitted, laughing. "I wanted to ground her forever, but I was also kinda impressed."

And the stars. Both of his kids loved the stars. Danny spoke of late-night stargazing like it was a sacred ritual, like tracing constellations in the night sky was an unbreakable bond between them. And despite the fact that Dante was technically an adult now, despite the fact that Janelle was a teenager with her own life and interests, Danny still spoke of them like they were his babies.

Bruce sat there and listened, absorbing every word. He asked questions because he wanted to know more, because watching Danny light up every time he got to talk about his kids was addicting.

It was attractive. Gods, it was attractive.

Danny Fenton loved his children unconditionally. Not just in the way he spoke of them but in the way he understood them. The way he knew them. There was no hesitance in his words, no uncertainty in their relationship. He knew their struggles, their strengths, their habits—he knew them in a way that made Bruce’s chest ache.

Because as much as he admired it, as much as he wanted to drown in the warmth of Danny’s love for his children, there was an ugly sliver of jealousy buried beneath it all.

Danny’s kids talked to him. They trusted him. There was no barrier, no invisible wall of hesitance between them.

Bruce had spent years trying to connect with his own children, trying to bridge the gaps that always seemed to widen no matter how hard he reached. He loved them with everything he had, but love alone had never been enough to stop them from pulling away.

Danny? Danny just had it. That easy, unquestionable bond. That foundation built on trust and understanding, not just duty or protection.

Bruce swallowed down the jealousy. He shoved it into the part of his mind where he buried all his regrets and let himself be smitten instead. Because damn it, responsible and loving fathers were attractive, and watching Danny Fenton light up over his kids was devastating.

Bruce isn’t surprised that after hearing Danny gush about his kids, he feels compelled—inspired, really—to introduce his own children to the Fentons properly. What does surprise him is how little convincing it takes to get his entire family to cooperate.

By the time he makes his decision, every single one of them is already waiting in the foyer, dressed, prepared, and standing with an air of near-military precision.

Bruce narrows his eyes, crossing his arms as he surveys them. "I wasn’t expecting compliance from any of you."

Damian, adjusting his hair in the reflection of a polished vase, merely scoffs. "Tt. You underestimate us, Father. We cannot afford to embarrass ourselves in front of Daniel’s family."

Jason, standing beside him, is… straightening his jacket? Running a hand through his hair like he's actually making an effort to look presentable? Damian barely spares him a glance before adding, "Todd, don’t mess this up. His eldest is the same age as you and Cassandra."

"Wouldn’t dream of it, demon brat," Jason grumbles, rolling his shoulders like he’s psyching himself up for a job interview.

Bruce is still processing this unusual display of readiness when Alfred arrives, a knowing, fond smile settling on his face as he takes in the scene.

"I must say," Alfred begins, hands clasped behind his back, "I am quite proud that none of you needed prompting. Daniel will appreciate the effort."

"You can count on us, Alfie!" Dick declares, beaming.

Steph and Tim follow up with matching thumbs-ups, their grins full of mischief but their intentions sincere.

"We'll be on our best behavior!"

Alfred simply nods, clearly amused but unwilling to acknowledge it aloud. "Very well—" Then a knock at the door interrupts, and his eyes flick toward the entrance. "Ah. It seems Daniel has arrived."

There’s a split second of calm before chaos erupts.

Bruce watches as his children all lunge for the door at once, elbowing, shoving, and stepping on each other’s feet in a desperate attempt to reach it first.

Alfred, with decades of experience in dealing with their nonsense, doesn’t bother reacting beyond stepping forward and opening the door himself. As soon as he does, he turns and pins the children with a look of utter disappointment.

The effect is immediate.

Every single one of them freezes mid-scramble, jerking upright like misbehaving students caught by a strict headmaster. With impressive speed, they fall into an eerily well-practiced formation, arranging themselves with the kind of poise that makes them indistinguishable from their usual gala appearances.

Bruce sighs. No. That won’t do.

Danny doesn’t do the whole stiff, overly formal thing. If they meet him like this, he’ll just laugh and call them out for it.

With a subtle wave of his hand, Bruce signals for them to adjust.

In an instant, their postures relax. Smiles become more natural—real rather than rehearsed. The atmosphere shifts from forced courtesy to genuine warmth.

Good.

Because if there’s one thing Bruce has learned, it’s that Danny Fenton can read through bullshit alarmingly well.

The first thing Bruce notices is that Danny isn’t in his usual suit. No high-collared, sharp-lined professionalism. Instead, he’s wearing something casual but still presentable—comfortable. It makes him look softer in a way Bruce rarely gets to see. More relaxed. More himself.

There’s a grin on his face, wide and easy, and a warmth in his eyes that Bruce has only ever seen in Alfred when the family finally gathers together after too long apart.

“Oh, you’re all here!” Danny laughs—laughs—and Bruce has to physically stop himself from reacting because—shit. That sounds good. No, not just good—amazing.

And then—

“My kids—Janelle, no! Do not chase after the turkey, and don’t pet Ace without permission! We are not kidnapping the dog—we have Cujo!"

Bruce barely has a moment to process that before Damian stiffens beside him, squaring his shoulders like he’s preparing to throw hands whoever is trying to steal their dog and turkey?

“Sorry,” Danny says sheepishly, stepping fully inside. “She likes dogs a little too much. Dante here is more of a cat person.”

Bruce doesn’t even have time to respond before Danny reaches back and pulls someone into the manor.

And—what the fuck?

For a split second, Bruce genuinely thinks Danny has somehow duplicated himself. But no. Not quite.

It’s another Fenton. Just younger. Scowlier. Broodier.

Dante Fenton is just as tall as his father, just as broad-shouldered and built. But where Danny is all easy grins and shameless affection, Dante is—well, Bruce can only describe it as Jason if he had a twin that was worse.

His arms are crossed, his expression set into a resting bitch face so perfectly executed that Bruce has seen lesser versions of it on Danny himself.

“This is my eldest, Dante—smile,” Danny practically hisses, pinching his son’s side.

Dante immediately hisses back like a feral animal, shooting his father a glare before half-assing the most reluctant, teeth-baring grimace Bruce has ever seen.

Bruce is so close to laughing.

But before he can even comment, there’s the sound of something small tearing across the yard, followed by—

“Ellie, come back here!”

Danny barely has time to sigh before bolting back outside, disappearing for only a second before returning—this time, dragging yet another Fenton into the house.

Bruce blinks. Another one.

This one’s smaller. Female. But still unmistakably a Fenton.

“This raccoon is Janelle,” Danny introduces, exasperated.

“I’m not a raccoon!” Janelle yells, pouting hard enough to make even Damian look impressed.

“You might as well be!” Danny huffs, already brushing off the dirt and grime clinging to her jeans, muttering to himself as he adjusts her hoodie and makes sure she’s not too disheveled. “Sorry,” he murmurs again, glancing up at Bruce like he’s worried he’s making a mess just by existing.

Bruce doesn’t even think before stepping forward, automatically ushering the Fentons further inside.

“No need,” he assures, as quickly and firmly as possible. “You’ve seen my kids, Danny. We have Steph.”

“Hey!”

Bruce barely registers Stephanie’s indignation because, frankly, he’s far too busy being weak over this whole situation.

Timothy Wayne-Drake has met a lot of people who love their parents. Some to a reasonable degree. Some to a concerning one. But he has never met anyone as downright possessive of their father as the Fenton siblings.

At first, he thought Dante and Janelle—sorry, Ellie—were just the skittish type. You know, new place, new people, a little wary of the freakin’ Waynes (which, fair). But, uh. No. That is not what’s happening here.

They are, quite literally, guarding Danny.

They don’t let him stay with Bruce for too long. They don’t let Danny play around with the rest of the Wayne kids unsupervised. There’s always one of them around. Always watching.

At first, it’s just funny. Like, ha-ha, protective kids, whatever. But then Tim starts realizing—

Dante and Ellie Fenton have instantly decided to be at least a little hostile to every single Wayne in the building.

Except Alfred. Because, obviously, everyone likes Alfred.

“So… Erm…” Duke, brave soul that he is, awkwardly tries to break the ice, clearly very aware of Ellie’s piercing blue eyes lasering into his soul. “I was just wondering why you two decided to move. I mean…”

“Oh, that’s simple!” Ellie laughs. Cute.

Then she grins. Not cute.

Sharp teeth. Way too sharp. Like her dad’s.

“Dad was away for too long. We didn’t like that.” Her grin widens. “And besides, Dad seems to be okay with staying in Gotham long term. Might as well move too.”

…Yeah, okay, that was definitely a threat.

There’s something in the way she says it. Something in the undertone.

Like she blames them. Like she’s implying they are the reason her father was gone for so long.

Tim resists the urge to raise his hands in surrender.

Meanwhile, Dante says nothing.

Which, honestly? Probably for the best. Ellie is friendly at least—sweet, in a way that would be reassuring if she didn’t just casually drop the most unsettling offhanded comments.

Dante, though? Dante is just vibing.

With Jason.

In the corner.

Where neither of them is speaking.

And Tim isn’t sure why that’s worse, but it is.

"Where are you guys staying at? Danny’s penthouse, or did you get a house?"

Steph plops into the seat beside Ellie, casually pulling out Uno—the game of friendship-ending grudges and betrayal.

"Jason crashed there once," she adds. "He still won’t tell us why."

Dante freezes. Stiffens visibly as he turns to Jason. His eyes narrow, analyzing. Jason immediately reacts in kind.

For a solid minute, neither of them says a word. Just—silent eye contact.

Then, like some kind of telepathic dude code agreement, Dante nods—approvingly.

Jason hums, looking pleased with that, and then just…turns back to the TV.

What the hell was that?

"Same place," Ellie huffs, like her brother didn’t just have a whole unspoken conversation with Jason. Then she perks up. "Oh, which one of you is in my year at Gotham Academy?"

Everyone, immediately and without hesitation, gestures to Damian.

"Demon Brat," Tim says, speaking for the masses.

Damian scowls, clutching Titus like the dog is his last anchor to sanity. Which, fair. Mostly because Ace—the traitor—has already defected, happily nestling into Ellie’s lap like she handcrafted him from scratch.

Ellie narrows her eyes at Damian, then grins. Wide. Too wide.

"Is that a katana?"

The room stills.

Every single person whips their head toward the katana Damian absolutely does not go anywhere without.

Then, hesitantly, they look back at Ellie.

Who has already stood up and is calmly approaching Damian like she isn’t about to start something.

"May I?" she asks, stretching a hand out.

Tim makes a mental note: this one is dangerous.

"Ellie," Dante finally speaks, voice flat but exasperated.

Damian snarls, holding the sword closer. "What makes you think I’d let you touch my blade?"

Oh, she’s smug now. That’s never good.

"I was in Japan for three months when I was twelve," she says, all nonchalant. "Met a lot of interesting people. Learned how to use and maintain katanas during that time."

Damian squints. "Prove it. How does one properly maintain a katana?"

Ellie tilts her head, almost like she’s insulted.

"You start with uchiko, obviously," she says. "Cotton ball, light taps, no rubbing. Clears out the old oil and dust. Then you use a nuguigami cloth—special cloth, not just any cloth—to wipe it down before reapplying the choji oil with an abura nugui cloth. Not too much. Just enough to coat. And for sharpening, you start with a low grit whetstone, move up gradually, and never—never—go for a high grit too early unless you want to ruin the whole edge."

She smirks. "That good enough for you?"

Damian stares.

Tim recognizes that stare. That’s the oh no, I accidentally respect this person stare.

Horrifying.

Bruce and Danny return just in time to witness what should be a nightmare scenario—Ellie handling Damian’s katana like it’s an extension of her own arm.

Damian, to the horror of everyone involved, is right next to her, calmly discussing proper forms and optimal grips like he wasn’t about to stab her five minutes ago.

Tim resists the urge to check if hell has frozen over. Give Constantine a call and everything.

Bruce, naturally, hones in on Danny with that same soft look he thinks no one notices. Gross. He clocks that shit immediately and blanches.

"Your daughter knows how to handle a katana?" Bruce asks, voice way too fond for what should be a concerned question.

Danny, like an absolute menace, doesn’t even blink. "Both of my kids like swords. Ellie just prefers the lighter and faster ones. Dante likes zweihanders and claymores." He waves a dismissive hand. Like this is normal dad talk and not insane assassin lore drop. "Never understood why you like heavy blades, though."

Dante, without missing a beat, defensively shoots back, "They just feel balanced in my hand, okay?"

Tim files that away under: Reasons to Stay on Dante’s Good Side.

Bruce, still doing the gross fond smile thing, tilts his head. "Did you teach them?"

Danny smirks. "I wish. Got a friend who trained me when I was younger. Dante pissed him off just to be taught, and Ellie followed by annoying him until he caved." He shakes his head, sighing like a put-upon father and not a man casually revealing that his kids harassed someone into giving them weapons training. "Least of the crazy shit they’ve done."

Tim immediately clocks the way Dick’s entire being lights up.

"Oh, do tell," Dick grins, leaning in.

Danny, like an absolute maniac, just shrugs and says, completely deadpan:

"Ellie once snuck out in the middle of the night, went missing for a week, and then I found her in Russia, fist-fighting an assassin just last year."

The room freezes.

Tim can physically hear the record scratch in his brain.

Danny, unbothered, continues, "Dante blew up my godfather’s car when he was about to open it."

Tim slowly turns his head toward the two Fenton siblings.

Who are grinning. The same grin. The same sharp, predatory flash of color in their definitely-not-normal blue eyes.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Tim knew Danny wasn’t human. That was accounted for.

Unfortunately, what wasn’t accounted for was the fact that Danny’s kids were also very much not human.

…He needs more caffeine for this.

[dantesdelulumalewife]

Yes, this is DMC fang propaganda

[soullessjack]

there’s no doubt in my mind that the dmc creators wanted most of dante’s character appeal to be the whole badass sexy-but-tortured antihero with a dark mysterious past shtick but i was head over heels the minute i learned he’s a broke freelancing nepo baby with no nepotistic rewards to reap from who would probably have the single mattress and a lava lamp on the floor of a white drywall townhouse setup you see posted in r/malelivingspaces