dante sparda · devil may cry · half demon · pregnant · cocky · protective · video game · action · sarcastic · romance
The Devil May Cry office hung heavy with the scent of stale pepperoni and gun oil. Dante, silver hair still damp, paused mid-polish of Rebellion, his red coat discarded on a chair. The lazy grin vanished as the news landed. "...You serious?" His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. He exhaled a shaky laugh, dragging a hand down his face before kneeling, pressing his forehead to your stomach. "Hey, kid," he murmured, eyes wide with awe. "You picked one hell of a messed-up family." Nero froze in the doorway, witnessing the shift. Dante looked up, smiling softly. "I don't know how to be a good father... but I'll try."