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Author’s Note: I did it! I finished! Luckily before next year lol. If I learned anything from this, is that I need to prepare better. I hope you enjoyed!
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The Sparda blood was considered very precious in the demon world. Rumored that once you killed someone with it and absorbed their blood, you would have the power to rule the demon world. Sparda’s blood was a gift, a sacred treasure of the world.
Though, most were divided on what to call the sons of Sparda. Formed from an unholy union between a human and the legendary knight.
Was this a good thing since deals couldn’t reproduce? Was it a bad thing simply for being taboo?
Though to most demons, the answers to those questions did not really matter. All they cared about was getting their hands on the blood, no matter the cost.
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Author’s Note: Originally, I had nothing for this prompt and now it’s the longest one out of the seven, oops lol.
DantexLady Week Day 6: Body Swap
Author’s Note: I will finish all 7 prompts, I will, I will, I will. I hope you enjoy this one, this one was fun.
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This had to be the worst situation Dante has ever dragged her into. The worst part is she wasn’t even supposed to be here.
She had been away from Devil May Cry for about six months and three days, not that she had been counting. Or that she cared. She had no reason to go back there.
Besides the debt that Dante owed her, of course. That was the only reason she would walk into that building time and time again.
No other reason whatsoever.
No matter what Trish said.
DantexLady Week Day 5: Noir
Author’s Note: I think prompted was the hardest out of all of them this year. Hope you guys like it! … is what I would have said if IT DIDN’T TAKE ME A YEAR TO WRITE THE LAST THREE! OMG I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE HIATUS, LIFE GOT IN THE WAY. BUT I AM BACK! After I post these three, expect my usual fics to come back.
Warning: Guns mentioned, shooting mentioned (Let me know if I missed anything)
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”A life of a detective is a lonely one,” Dante thought to himself as he leaned back against his desk. It was a dark and gloomy day in Redgrave city, as it seem to be every day.
He took a long slow drag of his cigarette and leaned his head back against the top of his chair. It was a slow day in Redgrave, just as slow as the workload.
Suddenly, the door opens. A tall thin woman with short dark hair wearing a matching black pencil skirt and black suit jacket over a pristine buttoned-up shirt walks towards his desk, the only noise in the office is the soft clicking of her heels against the tile floor.
She says nothing as she sits on the edge of his desk, crossing one leg over the other. He didn’t say anything either as he looks up at her.
She silently hands over a thick envelope to him. He pulls out a small envelope knife and opens it. Dante silently reads the letter and frowns, “What kind of mission is this?”
“Seriously? No hello?” the woman says.
“Well Lady, you didn’t say hello to me either,” Dante replies, not looking away from the baby.
“Touch,” says the woman named Lady. “Hello, Dante.”
“Detective Dante.”
“Don’t push it”
louieseemsgay-deactivated202210 asked:
I have this headcanon that mundus sent Sparda to earth to be the demon to tempt Christ, but he’s so over this job and just wants to leave that he doesn’t bother trying to tempt him and they just get a drink and go there merry way
That was so wholesome.
Author’s Note: Can’t believe we are about halfway done. Even though there are no deadlines, I apologize for this being late. For context on this one: This is an AU.
Warning: None (but let me know if there is)
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“Come on babe, it’s not that bad.”
Marys’s eye twitched for what felt like the twelfth time today, and she felt another headache coming along.
Oh, why she of all people did this have to happen to?
She should have never gone to that college party, she didn’t even like college parties.
But her roommate Trish refused to let her spend another weekend in her dorm studying. Her words being “Come on! We are in college, live a little!”
Knowing that Trish would never leave her alone for the rest of the night, she relented and went to the party.
It went exactly as she expected.
The music was too loud, there were way too many drunk people and the music was not her taste, to say the least.
She spent the first 45 minutes sitting on the couch just observing the drunk actions of her fellow college students who she didn’t know.
Eventually, it got too boring, and not wanting to waste her phone battery, she made her way down to the basement.
It was dark, stinky, and filled with way too many people. They were all jumping and dancing to even louder music.
She instantly felt a headache coming on.
She headed back up the stairs. She would just have to find Trish and let her know that she had an early shift at work or something and she needed to head to bed.
The only problem is that she had no idea where Trish was. She searched all around the house but to no surprise to anyone, it was very hard to find a specific person at a poorly lit, late-night, crowded college party.
She eventually found herself outside in the backyard. There was a group of people huddled in a corner. Morbid curiosity brought her over to the group and she looks to see them hovering over a bunch of different rocks and sticks in a strange order.
“What are you guys doing?” she asked, knowing she would probably regret it.
“We’re trying to summon a demon!!!” a very intoxicated classmate of hers announced.
“Why?”
“Because it will do whatever we ask for!” the same person shouted. Was his name Mark? Or Matt? She was sure that it started with an M.
“I want to be president!” a girl to her right shouted.
“I want it to go to work and classes fr me so I can relax for the rest of my life!” another guy to her immediate left shouted.
“And how do you know it will do that for you?” Mary asks, almost amused.
“It says it all in this book!” the same girl shoved the book into her arms. Mary squinted at the book, finding it hard to read anything with the lack of light.
She was just about to tell them how ridiculous they were being when the sound of sirens interrupted her. Panicked, the people around her took off, knocking over their pathetic display of rocks and sticks. She almost laugh but had no time as she also ran off into the night.
The last thing she needed was to be arrested.
She didn’t stop running until she found her way back to her dorm, slamming and locking the door. She hoped Trish made it out alright.
She sighs and tosses the book onto her bed.
Wait, book?
She groans when she realizes she is still holding that stupid book.
She should have thrown it out. But that would have been the smart thing to do and why would she do the smart thing?
She flipped through the book open, just to find this magical wish-granting demon. Luckily, the corner of the page was folded so it did not take her long to find it.
The chapter told of a demon prince, who goes by the name Dante to humans, who tends to come to earth either by a summon or simply for fun to grant their humans their greatest desire.
“He is in search of queen so that he can earn the throne to rule of the demon realm,” Mary reads out loud “before his twin brother named Vergil. He has said to make deals with hundreds of women but only ends up eating their souls as they do not meet his standards. The brother continues to battle for the throne in combat but they will join together if anyone else tends to threaten their kingdom.” Mary chuckles “What a load of crap…”
She tosses the book into her desk and changes her clothes into her pajamas. “Imagine needed a demon to make my life interesting or to get what I want…I can do that on my own.”
She sighs and turns out the light, “How stupid…”
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Do you really think it’s that stupid?
Yes, it is, people should do things for themselves.
Come on, there is got to be something you want that that you know you can’t get yourself.
Well…
I can do it for you~
Yeah, right.
Trust me?
…Okay.
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The next morning, she woke up from her odd dream to Trish standing over her, smirking down at her.
“What…?” Mary says, wiping the sleep out of her right eye. “Do you need something…?”
“Did you enjoy the party?” Trish asks, her smirk somehow widening.
“No, it was terrible like I thought it was,” Lady says, slightly confused about why she was smirking.
“Oh, I guess you had more fun outside of the party.” Trish teases and pointed to something behind her.
Or should she say, someone.
She turned to find a moderately attractive, shirtless man with white hair and snow-white skin in her bed, snoring loudly.
She begins to stutter, freezing with her hand still on her right eye, trying to figure out who this guy is and why he was in her bed. Before she could even get a word in, Trish waved her off.
“No need to explain, I’ll leave you two alone. Have fun~”
Mary started blankly forward as she closed the door to their dorm.
“Your roommate knows what is up!’ the mysterious man said before Mary smacks him with her pillow.
She jumps out of the bed and continues to smack him with a pillow.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” He grabs the pillow and pulls it out of her grasp.
“What are you doing here, pervert?!” Mary shouted.
“Pervert? Excuse me, you summoned me!”
“Summoned…what?! Get out of here before I call the cops!” Mary shouts.
“Oh, like cops could take down a demon!”
“A demon?” Mary paused, looking him over. He definitely did not look like a demon, “Wait are you…Dante…? wait, wait, don’t give me your stupid lie about why you are here, just get out!”
“I’m not lying! And I’ll prove it!” the mysterious stranger announced.
Then something happened that even though she saw it. Then a blinding white light popped out of him and suddenly before her was a giant black demon. It had long black wings and horns with bright red lava-like light peeked out of every corner of his body.
“Oh my god…” Mary stared at the gigantic demon before her, wondering vaguely if his horns would scrap the ceiling. “Oh my god, turn back, turn back.”
Dante, surprisingly did as he was told, and turned back into what she assumed is his human form.
“See? I told you! Let me officially introduce myself. I am the demon prince Dante, son of Sparda! At your service.” Dante said as he took a bow. “And you are?
“Why are you in my dorm?!” Mary screamed.
“Weird name.”
“Not funny, answer the question.”
Dante chuckles “I told you, you summoned me!”
“But I didn’t! It was those drunk guys last night!”
“Yeah, but they were too boring, you, however, interested me. You read my story and your desire is pretty cool, I mean wanting to–”
“Listen! I don’t want anything, especially anything that a demon can give me.” Mary said as she held her face in her hands.
“Come on, babe, it’s not so bad.” Dante said, “It’s a two-way street, I give you what you want and you give me what I want.”
“How is that supposed to convince me to want to deal with you? No, no I refuse. I’m not doing it. You can’t make me.” Mary said, her confidence oozing through her word.
“Too late,” Dante said cheekily.
Mary’s frown deepened. “The hell those that mean?”
“Check the mirror.”
Mary ran to the long mirror attached to the door that led to the bathroom she and Trish shared with another dorm. She examined her body for some kind of symbol or mark before making eye contact with her reflection.
She had inherited her mother’s beautiful green eyes with a hint of blue in them. She always loved her eyes.
Now her right eye was a bright horrible dark red. As she looked deeper, she saw that her pupil turned into this strange shape that matched the symbol in the book she saw the night before.
“Pretty dope right?–Hey! Hey! Quit smacking me! This is not how you treat demon royalty!” Dante shouted as he jumped back onto Mary’s bed, using her pillow to defend himself.
“Change my eye back! And get out! I did not agree to this!”
“You did in your sleep!”
“That does not count, you freaky dream invader!” Mary shouted as she swung at him, sadly only hitting the pillow. “I want out! I want out!”
“Sorry babe, there is no way. The only way out is for me to eat your soul,” he said with a shrug.
“Oh perfect! How convenient! Wonderful!” She groaned and turned away from her. She wrapped one arm around her waist and rested her head in her other palm.
“Come on babe–”
“Stop calling me babe!”
“Then give me your name!”
“Call me Lady because I sure as hell ain’t giving you my name!” Mary shouted as she turned back to him, dropping her arms to her sides.
“I’m not a fae, I don’t steal names!” Dante said, in a matter-of-fact voice that made her want to smack him again.
“You will call me Lady and that is it! You work for me now right! You have to do what I say so shut up for five minutes!”
Dante simply shrugged.
“God, okay I need to think. I could not do this and have my soul eaten now or do this and have my soul eaten later.”
“Correct, if you do this, I won’t eat your soul!” Dante chimes in.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, right. I’m not supposed to talk.” Dante replies innocently and makes the ‘zip my lips’ motion.
“No, I mean what do you mean you won’t eat my soul. … You can talk now.”
“Just that Lady, I won’t eat your soul if you do this.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Dante says with a smirk “I want you to be my queen.”
“…What?”
“I like you. I think you would make a great demon queen. So what do you say?” Dant asks while sticking his hand out to shake. “You will get everything you want and you get to be an immortal demon queen at the end. So what do you say?”
Every fiber in Mary was shouting at her not to do this, to call his bluff because he had to be bluffing. There was no way he could do that while she was sleeping, right? She should take the gamble.
But on the other hand…
Maybe this won’t be so bad.
She grabs his hand, “Fine, let’s do this.” Mary shakes his hand “But the first thing we are doing is getting contacts.”
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Author’s Note: Let me know if you guys like this AU and if you want more. If I would continue it, it would definitely be a slow-burn chapter fic with a classic strangers to friends to lovers trope.
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Author’s Note: Day 3 people! Here we go! Please like, comment, and reblog!
Warnings: None (but let me know if there should be)
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“You rescued me.”
Lady’s eyes widen in shock. It was the most romantic thing he could say.
People think that “I love you” is the one and only way to tell someone that you love them. Even the most lovely and dramatic speeches of love end with those three words.
So hearing him say these words, blew all those famous speeches out of the water.
Earlier that day, Dante invited her out to dinner. It wasn’t an unusual request. They had gone out to eat multiple times, either to exchange money or play cards which ultimately meant exchanging money.
They had just walked into the restaurant, a fairly average place that wasn’t a high-class establishment but not low grade by any means, when Dante proclaimed “Order anything you want, dinner is on me tonight.”
“Oh? Did someone get a big payout that he neglected to share with me?”
“Aren’t I sharing it now by offering to pay?”
Lady laughs and shakes her head, “You know the answer is no.”
Dante sighs, though in a dramatic way that tells her that he wasn’t actually upset. He pulls out her chair for her and flops into his own. “Even when she ends the debt, it still only money with her. Oh, woe is me,”
Lady laughs. “So, why did you ask me to dinner then if not to give me more of your money?” she teases.
“I promise I will tell you but after we eat, I am starved.”
Dinner went well. They spent most of the night talking about their recent jobs and any other updates about their lives since they hadn’t seen each other in so long.
Too long but neither of them was brave enough to admit it.
Once dessert was done, Lady had a slice of cake while Dante somehow convinced the restaurant to make him a strawberry Sunday, and Dante did in fact paid, he surprised her again by asking if they could walk through the park.
Lady had passed through this park a few times, but mostly as a short cut so she did not see much of it.
It was a nice park, nicer than other city parks that she had seen in other cities.
Dante led her to a bench in the park, right in front of a statue of what seemed like a warrior on a horse? She never noticed it before.
Dante seemed to notice her staring at the statue, so he said “That’s my dad, you know? Or it’s supposed to be. “
“Really?” Lady replied, shocked that people knew the story of Sparda, let allow celebrate it.
“Mhmm, I was surprised to see it when I moved here too, guess it was destiny,” Dante said, though Lady couldn’t tell if his tone was just a little bit bitter.
“I don’t believe in destiny. I think we made our own faith,’ Lady replied before sitting down on the bench.
Dante sits down next to her, a grin plastered on his face. She catches it out of the corner of her mismatched eyes and she turns to him. They stare into each other eyes for what feels like eons before Lady breaks the tension with a question.
“S-So why did you ask me out–I mean! To dinner tonight?” Lady asks, turning away to hide her blush.
Dante, feeling remarkably shy himself, also turns away and rubs the back of his head. “I’ll tell you but promise me not to say anything until I’m done. Well, you don’t have to say anything but, you know what I mean.”
Lady turns back to him and although he is facing the other way, she nods.
Not hearing anything, Dante begins, “Well the truth is, I lost a bet to Trish.”
“What do you mean–”
Dante quickly turns to face Lady “Ay! I said no talking.”
Lady’s only reply is to give him a look of annoyance.
“Sorry, I’m just nervous. I know, shocking for someone like me. So I made a bet with Trish, the bet itself is not important but long story short I lost. So since I lost, I had to tell you how I felt,”
Lady’s face turned bright red.
“You don’t have to say anything, I already said that didn’t I?” Dante covers his eyes with his hand “God, this is going horrible.” Dante sighs “Okay listen, Lady you…you…I…”
“You rescued me.”
Lady was on top of the world, but she continued to say nothing.
“When we met, I was just starting with my business and dealing with the worst kind of family issues anyone could ever deal with. And after everything, my stupid brother throws himself into hell. That destroyed me. But you were there, waiting for me, or what I had to be exact. You have no idea how much it meant to me to have you there. And you continued to stay. Even when you left, you still came back. In fact, I loved owing you money because it means you will come back to me. And when you indirectly told me I was done, after that whole thing with Nero, I was so afraid you would go. But still, you came back to me. And I don’t want you to go. You rescued me from my darkest moments by just existing and I can not be more grateful.”
Dante turns to look her fully in the eyes, “I could go on but I feel like I would only embarrass myself more. But yeah, I just needed you to know.”
It wasn’t an “I love you”, it was so much better.
So Lady decided the best way to reply to him was by kissing him on the lips.
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Author’s Note: Little late on this one sorry but hey, no deadlines.
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Author’s Note: Day two and I present fluff as promised! Hope you guys like it, please let me know if you do.
Warning: Nothing major but let me know if anything needs to be tagged.
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“What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t let you go without you knowing…that I love you.”
The two stare into each other’s eyes before they lean in close for a long dramatic kiss in the rain.
Dante groans audibly, earning a punch in the arm from Lady.
“Oww! What was that for?” Dante says as he rubs his arm, though he wasn’t really in pain.
“Would you stop? Some of us are trying to enjoy the movie,” Lady replied before tossing popcorn into her mouth.
“I can’t believe you actually like this, this is so not you,” Dante says while gesturing at the movie.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Lady asks with a glare.
“Just what I said, I didn’t think you would be into girly rom-coms,”
It was a rainy day in Redgrave city. Nothing too special but since neither of them had a job lined up or any other plans so Dante suggested that they have a movie day in.
Dante had expected that they would watch a bunch of cheesy action movies and make fun of them. So when Lady put in a movie called My Lover and called it her favorite movie.
Dante was confused, to say the least.
There wasn’t anything special about it. It was like any other chick flick.
“Well if you must know,” Lady said after a moment, bringing Dante’s attention back to the present. “…it was my mom’s favorite. She and I would always watch it together…”
Lady looked down, the shiest she has ever looked in front of him. She looked so vulnerable to him, something she vowed she never would be.
He understood why. It was unfair that the thing they had most in common was dead moms.
So, he did what he did best, made her laugh.
“Alright, alright, but you have to admit the main guy is such a dork. That line was so cheesy.”
Lady playfully rolls her eyes. “Oh like you could do better.”
“I bet I could, I would ever use the rain in my big dramatic speech,” Dante says cheekily. “And it would be so much more meaningful.”
“Oh yeah how?”
Dante smiles at her fondly.
Are you crying?
It’s only the rain.
The rain already stopped.
Devils never cry.
Maybe somewhere out there even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one. Don’t you think?
…maybe.
“Sorry babe, can’t spill all my secrets or you won’t fall in love with me,”
Lady laughs before throwing some popcorn at him “yeah right!”
The credits play as the two engage in a popcorn/pillow fight, drowning out the sappy love song with their laughter.
Because the rain was their special thing.
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Author’s Note: I love them. That’s it, that’s the post.
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Author’s Note: Hey! So sorry I haven’t posted, I’ve been busy. And what better to start posting again with DantexLady week! I am so excited!
Warning: Drunkenness, Negative thinking, drunken sex, hurt with no comfort (let me know if I missed anything)
Drunk actions are sober thoughts.
Drunk actions are sober thoughts.
Drunk actions are sober thoughts.
That would be the first thought that would go through Dante’s head every time he woke up with a hangover after having drunken sex with Lady.
It was the same every time. They would come back from a mission, sit on his oddly stained couch, consume as much alcohol as possible before drunkenly confessing their love for one another and having sex. Then they would wake up the next day and act as nothing happened.
Every. Single. Time.
At first, it didn’t bother him. It was just sex.
Sex didn’t have to mean anything.
It didn’t mean anything.
It doesn’t mean anything.
…
It meant everything.
Being with her, holding her. Feeling her, smelling her. Everything about her.
God, how he wishes he could remember all of it.
God, he wish that the only thing he did remember is waking up in the mild of the night, and playing with her hair. He would play with it and whispers the things he could never say out loud.
Then he would go back to sleep. And when he would wake up, he would rationalize all his decisions with his mantra.
What a life he lives.
He wondered what was going on in her head. What she would think when the sun woke them up and the headaches would begin.
Did she think about it? Did trying to understand what was going on between them keep her up at night too?
Is that why she would leave for days on end after?
Was it just him?
It probably was.
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Drunk actions are sober thoughts.
Drunk actions are sober thoughts.
Drunk actions are sober thoughts.
God, how she hates that phrase and how right it was.
She knows that she should stop doing it, it breaks her every time but she can’t.
It’s the only time she can express what she feels about him.
It was stupid. She was an adult. She can talk to people.
So why can’t she talk to him?
It should be easy.
But it wasn’t.
Instead, she pretended to sleep as he played with her hair before getting up and leaving.
Because that is what they did.
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Author’s Note: Sory for kicking off this week with angst but I wanted to lol. I hope you guys liked it. I promise more fluff will come.
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Anonymous asked:
What do you think Dante and Lady's first kiss (in shipverse) would be like?
The Magical First Kiss
Pairings: Dante x Lady
Warnings: none (let me know if I missed anything)
Author’s Note: This is a cute prompt, thank you!
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One thing that could always be said about Dante and Lady’s relationship was that it never followed a “normal” relationship playbook. They also didn’t like to follow traditional conventions and rules, because that was just not their style.
So their first kiss was not their actual first kiss. As in, they had kissed several times before it, many actually. Drunk hookups and accidentally giving the other a kiss before immediately backtracking since neither of them was ready to confess.
But neither of them wanted to count those.
No, their first kiss was special but at the same time completely them.
It happened after their confession. Their “very loud and movie-like confession” according to Trish.
Though neither would tell the other, both were looking for that right perfect moment for their first true kiss.
When Dante was in his chair napping, he dreamed of the perfect kissing scenarios but none were very appealing. They were either too cliché or too cringy that he nearly falls on his face as he runs to the bathroom to splash water in his face.
Lady wasn’t in great shape either.
She could not even look at him with the world seeming to turn pink and hearts surrounding them, their ends pointing towards his lips.
It was agonizing for both for them.
They needed to kiss. It is killing both of them.
But, of course, that leads back to the question as to when to do it, causing both of them to groan internally once more.
Luckily for them, they didn’t have to suffer for long.
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They weren’t on a fancy date or sitting on top of a building watching the stars when it happened. No, it happened in the most “them” place possible.
It happened on a mission.
This mission was long, not as long as Fortuna but close to the length of their time in Temen-ni-gru. Unlike Temen-ni-gru, it was much more tedious. It was a simple demon infestation in a small town that had the potential to spread and destroy the world. Why can’t people just leave old ruins alone?!
Day after day, Dante and Lady would close portals and kill the demons, taking minimum breaks for sleep and eat so that they wouldn’t be ambushed.
It was an exhausting mission but it was a nice distraction from the big elephant in the room, even if Dante was getting sick of closing so many portals.
After what felt like an eternity, Dante destroyed the last symbol with Rebellion, and the town was could be finally declared demon-free.
Once the bright light faded, Dante paused for a few seconds before throwing his head back and cheering, “Woohoo! We did it, Lady!”
Without thinking, he runs over to Lady, picks her up, and spins her around, “Another mission complete!”
Lady yelped and gently punches his shoulder “Put me down you dufus!”
Dante pauses but does not put her down. They stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before both leaning in to kiss.
Lady wraps her arms around Dante’s neck as Dante lowers her down slowly. Once their lips connect, they melt into one another arms. Lady’s lips tasted like sugarcane and soft as roses against Dante’s chapped lips, not that she minded. Their tongues danced together in one another’s mouths. Dante gave her waist a gentle squeeze as he pressed her closer.
Once they are both out of breathing, they pull apart and Dante gently places her down, though he doesn’t let go.
Dante chuckles, “Well, I wasn’t planning on doing that surrounded by demon corpses but at least the stars look nice,” he says as he points at the sky.
Lady looks up and smiles, “Those are some very nice stars, but I’d like to look at them from our roof back home,”
Dante nods, “Couldn’t agree more.”
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