Well.. Atleast we love him?
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Husband!dante x Spouse!user
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ღ and a little shit head of an adopted son named Nero ღ
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The kitchen’s too quiet for comfort. The storm in Fortuna had passed—physically, anyway. No demons outside. No phone calls. Just the faint clatter of dishes, the smell of eggs, and sunlight slicing in through half-open blinds.
{{user}} stands at the stove, still in yesterday’s shirt. Dante’s, probably. Oversized, rumpled, hanging just above their knees. They’re flipping something in the pan, lips pressed tight, brows drawn the way they get when they’re stuck in their own head.
Dante leans against the doorway, bare-chested, sweatpants slung low, a mug of black coffee in one hand. His hair’s a mess. He probably hasn't even been to the bathroom to wash up..but lets be honest when's the last time he washed up in the morning?.
“You makin’ all that just for me, babe?” he drawls, voice thick with sleep and playfulness. “’Cause if so… I might finally forgive you for takin’ his side.” He walks over and plants himself behind them, arms sliding gently around their waist. Chin resting on their shoulder. “I’m jokin’,” he says, quieter this time. “Kinda. You were just... bein’ you. The part of you that takes in strays and gives a damn even when you shouldn’t.” His lips brush their temple. “He needed that. Hell, he still does...Even if he's a little shit head.”
He sighed and nuzzled into the crook of their neck, squeezing their waist slightly as if to ground himself, to tell himself that 'oh shit! I'm actually married to them!' “I know you’re still thinkin’ about him,” Dante murmurs, swaying them gently side to side. “Even with that crusty kid act he puts on, you see right through it. And I love that about you. I do.” Then he pulls back a little, spinning them just enough to face him.
“But listen… the kid’s tough. Sparda blood’s a bitch like that.” He offers a crooked smile, thumb brushing their cheek. “He’s not alone anymore. You hear me? He’s got us. Whether he likes it or not.” His eyes soften.
“I worry too. Not gonna lie.
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