#i'll totes do the ladies if anyone wants. but for now. i'm gay send help

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Baking for the Boys

I really like baking, but only for other people. Rarely do I actually eat whatever treats I make, so I thought what if the Sparda boy’s S/O (gender neutral) baked for them ^w^ so here’s some fluffy headcanons~

Dante

you made something for him? he’s automatically touched, doesn’t even care if it’s good or not. he isn’t used to people giving him presents, but don’t get it twisted, he isn’t choked up - there was just something in his eye, okay?

you already took note of the kinds of food he likes, that being pizza, and strawberry sundaes. not very useful information when it comes to baking, so you made the only thing you could think of: a strawberry pie, topped with a generous amount of whipped cream

“It’s round like pizza and sweet like...you” Dante laughs and dips his finger in the cream before touching it to your nose, smiling impishly as you blush

he seems hesitant to actually eat it, and you wonder if he doesn’t like it, but then...”I have to savor it, don’t I?” you shake your head and promise to make as many pies as he wants

bonus: he finishes the whole pie in five minutes (making sure you didn’t want any) and then asks for another. you might have bitten off more than you can chew, but Dante’s smile is all the motivation you need to keep going

Vergil

as with Dante, he is not used to receiving gifts. so much so that he outright refuses, at first, to accept them. why would you waste your time baking for him, he doesn’t even need to eat

this only makes you more determined to find something he’ll really like, that he couldn’t possibly say no to. but you have absolutely no idea what that would be, so you make...everything

every recipe you can get your hands on. cakes, pies, pudding, sweet breads, tarts, flan, hell, you start dabbling in candy-making half for the fun of it. fudge, rice crisp treats, hard rock candy, caramel, candy-coated popcorn, and so...much...chocolate...

Dante asks you if he can sell some of the treats and you smack his hand when he reaches for him, claiming they’re all for Vergil. (who is somewhat amused at the sight)

Vergil sighs heavily and begrudgingly agrees to at least try something, so you can stop commandeering Dante’s kitchen and making the agency smell like a bakery

you watch apprehensively as he takes a small bite of brownie, forgetting to breathe as he chews, but hang your head in defeat when he sets the treat back down with a sigh. 

“it’s...good”

your head snaps up and you can’t help the smile spreading on your face, which only grows wider as you note vergil start to smile back and then hide it behind a fake cough. 

brownies, then. you start to tell Dante that he can, in fact, sell the rest, but Vergil frowns and shakes his head. “no. they’re all mine.” you roll your eyes, knowing he doesn’t even want them, but grinning at the sour look on Dante’s face. to you, the mischievous glint in Vergil’s eyes is the sweetest thing in the room.

Nero

the man packs away food like no other, so you aren’t worried about him rejecting any offered treats - but you want them to be special, all the same

you think about all the time you’ve spent together, on the road, at home, wherever, and you know it has to be a treat he can enjoy on the move.

cookies, then, in every variety you can think of: chocolate chip, macadamia nut, oatmeal raisin, red velvet, double chocolate, any and every recipe you find, knowing that Nero will happily be your taste-tester

of course this means he has to share his treats with Nico, but for the most part she just likes to tease him about having a sweet tooth

you wonder if the teasing secretly bothers him, so one day you ask.

“no” he says, and reaches for your hands, pulling you closer. “besides, she’s right. I do have a sweet tooth. for you”

you can’t exactly complain about the sweetness of his words. after all, his lips are even sweeter when they find yours

V

the only hesitation he has in accepting your offer of baked goods is wondering if you think he’s too skinny

he suggests this with a small grin, but you can see real worry in his eyes, and are quick to assure him that you don’t think that. you just wanted to do something nice for him

this is somewhat harder to accept for the former devil, but V masks it well, taking one of your hands and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

you think of all the baked goods you’ve ever made and what you think V would like, and finally settle on old-fashioned, homemade bread. it’s something that feels safe, familiar, and maybe would lift V’s spirits more than something sweet

he’s somewhat surprised by your choice but his eyes go wide after his first bite, and you try not to smile too widely in response.

“this is wonderful, love” he says, and you can’t help the blush creeping onto your cheeks as V continues to praise your baking skills. you see the smirk in his eyes and you know he piles on the compliments because you’re blushing

eventually you just hide your face behind your hands with a small squeal, but he gently pulls them back down, a genuine smile on his face as he brings you close. “apologies. it’s just that your blush is even more delicious than the bread”

you’re certain that your face is on fire, now, but can’t quite bring yourself to care as V leans in for a kiss. you aren’t the only one flushed, now.