#plz plz let dante be a dad

[dinjoyer]

The idea of Dante being a dad is so underrated that I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and write out some headcanons AHAHEM (plz feel free to add onto these if u want to! I’d be ever so grateful to be able to read more dadnte stuff :))

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:

- he doesn’t think he’s worthy of being anyone’s father. Even if the kid(s) is/are his bio kid(s), he’s still hesitant to assume any parental role. Mostly because he’s worried he A) would be a terrible dad and B) would put the kid(s) in danger by virtue of his own reputation (I mean the Devil May Cry gets broken into like every other day). Eventually, he’d take up the mantle as a father (remembering his own issues with Sparda would’ve probably pushed him to), but he’d still be terrified of fucking up.

- On that note, though, he’s actually a very responsible parent. Like does all the research and everything; baby proofs the shop even if it draws away from his grunge and swag vibe Ksjfjgjjgn

- He buys those stupid embarrassing kid clothes that say stuff like “daddy’s little devil” KWJDJFJFJ

- When they’re small, he sleeps with the kid(s) lying on his chest. Lady yells at Dante that it’s unsafe and he needs to get a crib, but he waves her off that he can’t afford one (he can; he just prefers having his kid(s) close to him, especially when they’re that young. And there’s no real hazard to them; Dante’s senses are so absurdly attune if they slipped off his chest he’d catch them far before anything dangerous happened).

- Similarly, Dante keeps the kid(s) near him in the office. He says it’s because “the ladies like seeing such (a) cute kid(s)”. Again, he doesn’t like being far from them (and who can blame him, considering how dangerous his line of work is).

- he has two rules for his child(ren): “don’t be an asshole and don’t do anything stupid”. If they do something stupid, he’ll try to help them as best as he can. If they do something asshole-y, they’re on their own.

- He’s one of those parents that makes an effort to embarrass you (lovingly). Like. Drops his kid(s) off at school blasting his dad rock and screaming “HEY KIDDO I LOVE YOU SAY IT BACK-“

- When Dante thinks no one is around he’ll sing/hum to his kid(s). Lady and Trish absolutely have footage of this that they black mail him with 💀 But, really, it’s one of the only guaranteed ways he can get them to sleep.

- HE TELLS HIS KID(S) STORIES ABOUT HIM AND VERGIL AND ITS ADORABLE AND HEARTBREAKING ESPECIALLY WHEN THE KID(S) WILL REENACT HIS STORIES-

- If he has to go on a long trip for you know, killing demons, he’ll always leave the kid(s) with something to remember him by (like a stuffie or something). When they get a little older he’ll start leaving notes around the house (I’m imagining stuff like “hey kiddo, don’t eat all the pizza before I get back! Love ya -D” on the refrigerator KDJFJV) before he leaves so he can still be there for them. Lady and Morrison are the certified babysitters (not Trish. Trish was born in the underworld; she has no idea how to take care of a human or mostly human child 💀)

- EXHAUSTED 24/7. Literally his doppelgänger move is his life saver; poor guy’s a single dad who can barely afford to keep the lights on, you already know he’s stressed tf out KDJFJFN.

- If his kid(s) asked for a pet, Dante refuse immediately and repeatedly. They get the pet. *insert dad and the dog meme*

- Dante is so fucking protective of his kid(s). Like would fight anyone that messed with them. He doesn’t, of course (most of the time), and instead teaches them self-defense and conflict resolution skills. The last thing he wants is his kid(s) to end up like him or his brother— where they have to resort to fighting more often than not.

- Whenever he’s mournful over the loss of his parents he’ll immediately check up on/go play with his kid(s). Dante doesn’t want them to know abandonment or the feeling of having to grow up faster like he does.

- If Dante’s kid(s) are adopted he’ll tell them from an early age that he’s different, and there are things he can do that they can’t— but that doesn’t mean they’re any less of a family.

- His kid(s) absolutely adore his different abilities. They’ll always ask him to DT and fly them around and stuff. Dante acts annoyed about it, but secretly he loves how happy his child(ren) get(s) from him just doing some tricks.

- Dante teaches them guitar. Just. Yeah.

- Dante is surprisingly good at Just Dance and that raises some,,, questions about his past

- Actually he’s good at like practically every game that doesn’t require logic (twister and tag and hide and seek and such). His kid(s) is/are 100% fed up with it, but Dante and his superhuman ass can’t help it 💀💀💀

- He finally has a mostly stable income (he’ll prolly take up a second job because I can’t imagine he’d completely throw away his empathetic tendencies that lead him to refusing pay from most of his clients) because Dante feels like he finally has a reason to take care of himself (being that he has someone else to take care of). He’ll prolly try quitting alcohol for the same reason.

- All in all, being a dad would be a very healing thing for Dante, I feel. And he’d be good at it too-- at least better than Vergil has been MDNFV. He would try his damndest to provide for his kid(s) and stop the generational trauma the Sparda family’s been cursed with. Just. SKDJVJV I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS OKAY 😭😭 thank you for reading this mess! If you have any other headcanons for Dad!Dante PLEASE LET ME KNOW I will HAPPILY scream about them with you.

[imastrangeone98]

Happy... Holidays?

(A/N: Lmaoooo it just dawned on me that Christmas is almost here in America so @philistiniphagottini here is something for u~~~ I decided to just stick with my fanfic roots and go back to dmc- hope u don't suffer holiday burnout like I do!!)

"Dante... What the actual fuck is this?"

You stare at the horrific chaos on the table: bottles of expensive liquor half-opened, glasses of said liquor lines up on rows, boxes upon boxes of unopened pizza, and the largest pack of marshmallows you had ever seen in your life. And among the mess sat an equally messy half-demon, dressed in a disheveled Santa Claus suit, the hat hanging precariously on his silvery head.

He gives you a mischievous smile, one that clearly tells you he's not remorseful in the slightest about ruining your nice dinner table. "Happy holidays, babe~ Wanna make some cocktails?"

"Fuck no, you know I don't drink," you huff with a roll of your eyes. "Also, it's only Christmas Eve; Lady and the others won't be here till tomorrow! And you're just starting to ruin my table-"

"Aw, chillax, babes! I'll help you clean up the second we're done!" He grabs you by the hips and snuggles up against you, his stubble tickling your collarbones. "And I know you don't drink; I'm just experimenting with some cool stuff that the others could try tomorrow, and I could just use some advice!"

You sniff the air. "You smell that?"

"Smell what?"

"Smells like your bullshit." You tap him on the nose, and he barely blinks at you in surprise. "I know you're just looking for an excuse to get drunk."

"I'm part demon; I can't get drunk," he mumbles against your skin. "Anyway, you don't need to try the drinks or anything; I already kinda figured out what I wanna give out tomorrow-"

"So you literally just lured me out here for nothing-"

"No I didn't, you came out all by yourself!" He nudges you with his head. "But it's good that you did; let's get to the actual event and roast some marshmallows!"

"I literally just brushed my teeth-"

"Psh, excuses excuses!"

He grabs your hand and drags you over to the kitchen, handing you a prepped skewer, and ignites the old gas stove. You then spend what feels like hours standing there with him, roasting marshmallows on a dying gas stove that Dante has to routinely kick the side of to keep the flames going.

"...Y'know, I haven't done anything like this since my mom died," he suddenly says to you. When you glance up at him in shock, he simply has a nostalgic smile on his lips. ""Didn't really have a reason to. But it's nice, y'know? I've spent so long dwelling on how it ended to remember that there were some good times too." He looks at you, a warm glow on his face that makes your face heat up. "You get me, yeah?"

You blink, and you rule that the heat in your cheeks is simply because of the fire. But you grin at him, and you know what he's trying to say without even a word. "Yeah. I get you."

He blows out the fire on his very burnt marshmallow and shoves the thing into his mouth. "Let's make hot cocoa." And while he busies himself with filling up the kettle and grabbing some chipped mugs, he asks you, "Hey, you got any fun holiday stories?"

"I'm sure I can rack one up. What do you wanna hear?"

"Your family... If you've got any to tell."

Your eyes widen, but you can't help but smile, even if he can't see you. You already know how he feels anyway. "Alright. How about I tell you the one where my dad nearly fought a moose?"

"Sounds good, let's hear it."

So you do, and through it all, you see the corners of his mouth tilt in what was very much a genuine smile.

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A/N: I wrote this while walking on my treadmill and dear god my thighs burn. But holy shit I suddenly thought of this idea and had to write it

Also I know we promised to not write anything but I couldn't resist so plz don't be angry at me oh mighty naga 🥲😅

[namkoongs]

es ya girl laur here w another chara. like this post if you’d like to plot and i’ll hyu!

summary of rothy’s bio:

family

she was an Accident

her mom was middle class, her dad was high class and they had a 1 night stand. her mom ended up getting pregnant

she told him out of courtesy but he told his fam and they made him propose

she wasn’t gonna say yes but realized he rich and could get her out of debet

growing up rothy was raised by her house staff bc her dad was busy going out w his friends and her mom was at work all the time to avoid him

when she was 16 she managed to convince her parents to let her live on her own, so she’s been by herself in a house hear houghton since the middle of freshman year

school

she’s in the middle of the social pyramid but almost everyone knows her face bc she’s super involved in school

like she in dance, art, drama, film, glee, prom committee, year book staff

she mainly hangs out with the theatre kids and always helps during productions, even if she has a role as well

if she isn’t at school she’s in her acting, singing, or stunt classes

she wants to be in the entertainment industry (mainly broadway) so she’s always networking and trying to befriend others bc u never know who knows who

in the end, she j wants to break away from her parents so she’s ready to do any job that’s available 

dante

they've been going to the same school forever but never spoke since they had different friend groups

when word got out that she’s living by herself, he approached her and asked if he could throw a party

she was sketch at first but eventually said yes

they hung out during the party and j spoke abt random things and got rlly close

if he wasn’t w the windsors, he was w her and they hung out so much they got in sync

they even asked each other out at the same time it was qt

they lasted for like seven months. they both had smthn important to tell each other. he went first and said ily and she was like i think we should break up sldkfjs

hcs

she has a late bday so she’s always been older than her classmates

she was named after her grandma who loved wizard of oz sm that she when she chose her english name, she decided on dorothy. her mom rlly hated the name so they decided on rothy. & she thanks her mom every day for that 

she’s pansexual

possible connections

exes, she has a lot plz don’t judge

friends

a bffl

someone she currently crushing on

frienemies

club-mate

that’s all i can think of atM but we can also plot uwu

[deathvoids]

tentatiomundi replied to your post: While Dante is in fact still referred to as...

This is like visiting your parents’ house every 2-3 days fjdksla

*knocking on the front door* dad? :< dad, are u home? :< i’m bored and I brought you a cool demon hunting sword, don’t ask me where it’s from. :< dad plz let me in. dad. :< dad I am bored plz entertain me. :< dad. tell me about ur day :< dad plz u are my best friend :<

seriously if mundus knew how doppelganger acted around dante he’s gonna be confused as to why sparda ever considered him a threat in the first damn place he’s a literal child.

[imastrangeone98]

Lost and Found - Chapter 13: Dante

(A/N: chapter 12 took a while to write... sorry about that. this also took a while to write... again, I am sorry. midterm season is here and I need to get ready for all the shitty essays I'm about to pull out of my ass XD. I'm now simultaneously writing for two stories- this one and bnha... maybe three if I'm considering the mandalorian... yea I just love putting work on myself)

TRIGGER WARNING: brief description of murder and suicide. nothing graphic, but it’s mentioned. again, I cannot emphasize this enough- plz don’t hurt yourself. you’re worth more than you can imagine, and there are so many people who care and love you. faith loves you! <3

(ps this will follow the same key as the last chapter- italics for memories, bold for memory within the memory, and normal for present events)

I found this poem on Pinterest- I think it’s pretty accurate

It felt like hours.

Logically, Dante knew that it was probably shorter than that- maybe half an hour, at most.

But as he stared down at the three glimmering shards in his palm, he felt as if time had stood still as he remembered-

“Please don’t do this,” Faith pleaded to her friend, arms outstretched. “There’s nothing wrong with who you are!”

The boy just gave her a sad smile. “You’re wrong, Faith. Everything’s wrong with me. Everything.”

His feet slipped on the railing-

“Leave me and go,” Vergil spat, clutching his amulet to his chest, “if you don’t want to be trapped in the demon world.”

And Dante watched helplessly as his only family slipped through his fingers, watched as his twin sailed to his death with a smile on his face-

As if he was happy to leave him behind. As if he was happy to abandon him.

Dante flinched. The shards nearly spilled to the bone-laden ground, and he brought them close to his chest.

“You don’t understand anything.”

He gritted his teeth. His grip on the shards tightened.

“You know nothing of what I went through!”

His fists clenched, and he considered punching himself in the face.

He messed up.

Thoughts clouded his vision so heavily that he almost walked past the shard.

Almost.

The whispers caught his attention.

“...hide...”

He stumbled towards it.

“...don’t leave until...”

He reached out to grab it-

He was stuffed in a small cabinet, a little girl sitting next to him. The soft light above was blocked out by the tall figure squatting in front of them.

“Listen to me, 믿음아,” the man whispered, gently cradling the girl’s face in his hands. “You need to stay here and hide. Don’t leave until I come back to get you, okay? Promise?”

Dante looked at the little girl, and noted her unmistakeable golden eyes. He was surprised to see how animated they were.

“Where are you going, 아빠?” she asked as she reached out to grab his hand. “Am I in trouble?”

“No, honey,” he reassured her. “I just need to check that loud noise we heard earlier. I promise I’ll be back.”

“I need to find Vergil. I promise I’ll be back.”

Dante’s head ached.

“믿음아, listen very carefully to what I’m about to say,” her father said. “No matter what happens, don’t come out until I come to get you. And if I don’t come back, wait for 30 minutes- remember how to count time?- and run to Ms. Baxter’s as fast as you can. Don’t stop for anyone, understand?”

“You need to hide, Dante. No matter what happens, you mustn’t leave! Be a big boy... A man, huh? If I don’t return, you must run. By yourself, alone.”

His heart felt about as heavy as boulders.

“What do you mean, 아빠?”

“Promise me. Pinky promise.”

They linked their pinkies.

“Are you coming back?” Little Faith asked.

“...Yes, I will,” her father assured her. His voice trembled as he spoke.

Dante knew instantly that he was lying. He wouldn’t come back alive. He wouldn’t come back at all.

Just like his mother.

It was dark and quiet in the cabinet. Little Faith sat silently, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Though there was no smoke, Dante’s lungs felt like they were about to collapse.

And then they heard the screams. Muffled, full of pain, just like-

Just like his mother.

Little Faith tensed. “Daddy...” She pried open the cabinet door.

Dante froze. “No!” He reached out to grab her, but his hands phased through. “No, don’t!”

She would see the blood. The glassy eyes. The cold skin. The death.

Just like he did.

“Faith! Wait!” He phased through the cabinet door and ran after her, watched as she snuck out the door, watched as she carefully approached the shadowed lump on the floor-

His nose wrinkled. The air stank of death.

“아빠?” Little Faith nudged the body of her dead father. “Are you sleeping?”

Dante moved close to her and kneeled next to the body. Words bounced around his mind, but none of them went close to his mouth.

I understand, he wanted to say. I understand now.

I was wrong.

“아빠,” she repeated, nudging her father harder. “It’s cold outside, let’s go back in.”

The sound of fluttering wings grew louder in the background.

Dante’s hand phased through her back. “You need to go. The angels are coming.”

Naturally, Little Faith didn’t hear him. “아빠, you’re not feeling anything.” Her voice trembled. “You’re... you’re just sleeping, right?”

He didn’t respond.

“...Right?”

The beating wings began to grow even louder than before. Dante began to panic. “Faith! Come on, you need to get out of here!”

Little Faith must have noticed that it was no longer silent. She carefully rolled her father onto his back and closed his eyes. “I’ll go to Ms. Baxter’s now. I’ll be back, okay? Please start feeling again.”

“He didn’t.”

Dante blinked. Little Faith was still running down the road, but it was like the world had slowed to a standstill. The moonlight above moved like liquid silver. Technically, nothing should have moved, let alone speak.

But that voice...

He turned around to see-

“Faith?” he asked, bolting to his feet. “Is that you?”

She was silent as she drifted past him, and approached her father’s body. She kneeled beside him, lovingly patting his head.

“Faith... I-“

“My dad was a violinist,” she murmured, her fingers phasing through her father’s hair. “He taught me everything I know about playing. I... I think he knew I was a nephilim; that’s why he wanted me so close to him. He knew who my mom was.”

His tongue felt like lead. His mouth tasted like metal.

“I never got to see him again. I never got to say goodbye.”

His hands shook. In the darkest corners of his mind, he could see brief flashes of blond hair.

He never got to see his mother again. He never got to say goodbye.

“He died protecting me.” Her voice trembled. “He died because of me. It’s all my fault.”

“You don’t understand anything. You know nothing of what I went through!”

...It’s all my fault.

“No, it’s not.”

Faith stared down at her father’s body. When she spoke, her voice was hollow. “You don’t know that.”

“But I do.” He sat next to her. For a second, his hands reached out to hold her. He forced them back. “I do understand. We’re the same.”

Without realizing, his fingertips grazed the skin of her arm. She flinched away; her eyes burned with an emotion that was all too familiar to him- fear.

His heart ached.

“But we’re not the same! You said so yourself, didn’t you?!”

“...I did.”

“So how are we the same?! I’ve seen your past- you didn’t mean to hurt them! You didn’t know what was going to happen! I DID! Everyone I loved died because of me! I felt the bad things about to happen, and I didn’t do anything to stop it! You’re nothing like me, because YOU’RE NOT A MONSTER!”

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. Loud, horrible sobs erupted from her throat.

Dante stared at her. His hands twitched at his sides. She was wrong; he knew she was wrong. But what could he say? That he didn’t know how that felt? That he didn’t know what it felt like to be a monster? A demon?

But he did know. He knew that feeling all too well.

He kept his mouth shut.

“I- I’m sorry,” she whispered, feebly wiping her tears. “I’m sorry.”

Dante sat next to her, and wrapped his arms around his knees. “Why? You have nothing to be sorry about.”

They sat there together. Little Faith had disappeared. The stars above them dimmed; the moonlight began to fade at the edges.

“Everything,” she croaked. “I have everything to be sorry about.” She wiped her tears again; more kept coming. He fought the urge to wipe them away. “The angels were right: I brought nothing but death and despair everywhere I went. I’m nothing more than a harbinger of misery to all the people I love.”

He bit his tongue.

Not to me.

She sniffled. “I see them everywhere. In the sunlight, in the dandelions, in the children playing in the park. And it hurts. It hurts to see them alive in so many different things, and not have them with me.” In the dim light, her gold eyes looked like tin. “I miss them. I miss my dad.”

He inhaled the fresh air. A slow breeze swept over them. “I miss my mom.”

She turned to look at him.

Dante swallowed. The lump in his throat disappeared quicker than he realized. “When she died, I thought I lost everything. I had no one to turn to- everyone I met was always trying to kill me. Demons, insane bank loaners... my own brother.” He ran a hand through his hair. “To be honest, I was scared through all of it. I do my best to try and block it out, and I look all apathetic and shit... but I miss her. I miss her everyday.”

The stars twinkled out of existence. In the distance, the horizon began to turn gray.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Faith murmured. Her fingers gently brushed over his hand. “Losing someone you love is the most painful thing in the world.”

“Yeah.” His hand turned upward and their palms connected. Their fingers laced together. “I’m sorry. At the office, when I said that you didn’t understand me... I was wrong. You’re probably one of the few people who understand me better than anyone else.” He gazed into her eyes; in the lightening sky, they were like amber.

He finally understood what bugs felt like before they were trapped in it for eternity- lost in their beauty, and unwilling to leave it.

“I’m sorry.” He gripped her hand a little tighter. “I hurt you. I was a horrible friend.”

Faith started to shake her head, but he kept going.

“The more I learn about you, the more I realize that I’m not good enough to be your friend; I’m not good enough for you. I’m not good like you are.” He pressed his forehead on their intertwined hands. Tears stained their skin. “I’ll be better. I’ll work hard every day to make myself a better person for you. I’m so sorry, Faith, I’m so sorry...”

A warm hand ran through his hair. It drifted down to his cheek, and gently nudged his chin upwards. It felt so comforting; he closed his eyes, unable to stop himself from leaning into her.

“You were always good enough for me,” she whispered. “Please don’t think otherwise.”

And when she hugged him, he didn’t think. How could he when he felt so much at home?

Surrounded by warmth. Surrounded by her scent.

His nose brushed against the skin of her jawline.

The urge itched.

Claim.

His teeth sank into her neck.

Shit.

But if she was upset, he couldn’t tell. Her warm hands continued to rub small circles on his back. A small song erupted from her throat, soft and sweet.

It felt like home.

The sky turned gold at the edges.

[...]

The three of them laid side by side. The bones underneath them shifted.

Faith’s eyelids twitched.

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A/N: IM FINALLY DONE! This thing has been kicking my ass for a while

Also finals are coming so updates are probably gonna be longer..... sorry 😅

Edit: read chapter 14! :D