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abellaheart-blog · 1 year

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Bucci gang x Reader Headcanons

Baking Their S/o A Valentines Surprise

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Giorno Giovanna

Giorno would do his best to impress you so he's baking you a four tier double chocolate cake with valentines sprinkle's

He would plan out the sweet treat a week ahead to make sure he bought the best ingredients on the market

He's really good at baking and decorating desserts

He spent two days creating this lovely cake for you

He'll wear a cute pink floral apron with ladybug oven mitts

He got you a gift bag full of items you've had your eyes on for months

Giorno would wear a nice suit since he'd take you to a garden date after you both enjoy the cake

When presenting the cake to you he has a smile on his face and he went above and beyond by growing a vase of red roses too

Your glowing smile made all the time and effort he put into this surprise for you worth it

If you comment how delicious the cake is his eyes gleam with joy as he gives you a charming smile and kiss to your forehead

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia isn't the best cook but he can bake cookies, cakes, and brownies easily. He'll decide to bake you some vanilla cupcakes decorated in pink frosting and topped with conversation heart candies

He'd be rapping while listening to loud rap on his stereo. He'd dance as he's waiting for the cupcakes to bake or cool down.

Since you're not home he'd grab his gift he bought you from a music store. He'll have it ready for you by the cupcakes.

As he is decorating he's hoping for a hug and kiss from you

Once you're home you're greeted by an eager Narancia with a tower of Valentines cupcakes. His lips are puckered up causing you to giggle and kiss him. He combed his hair and wore cologne for you! He's so cute.

He'll watch as you enjoy your cupcake opening his gift for you

Your appreciation means a lot to him so he's so happy when you give him a hug

He's taking you on a movie date so he hopes you're ready for junk food and a movie together

Bruno Bucciarati

Of course he'd be a good baker. He'd bake your favorite type of cake then decorate it in a lovely Valentines theme topping it with a heart shaped store bought cookie

The man may be a capo but he made time for you since its Valentines day

He'll wear a zipper themed apron and his hair is in a bun as he is working on your cake. Smooth jazz is playing on his record player as he thinks about you. He misses you so much.

His apron is pretty dirty since he made you dinner too. He was sure to make your favorite meal. This man will surprise you with a romantic candle lit dinner with wine glasses and rose petals.

As he waits for the cakes to cool down he gets ready for you. He'll wear a suit and put his best suit on. He wants to impress you so of course he is going above and beyond.

After he is done getting ready the zipper apron is back on and he decorates while his stand cleans up the kitchen

The moment you arrive home Bruno greets you in the sweetest tone with a pet name. As your eyes widen at such a surprise his smile radiates the room.

You're no match against his arms wrapping around you. You thank him for everything with kiss.

He pushes your chair in for you and starts serving you the food he made. He's sure to remind you to leave room for the cake he made you. Your eyes light up seeing your favorite food and such a marvelous cake.

Bruno is happy to see you enjoy his cooking and the slice of cake he served you. You thank him with lots of kisses

Guido Mista

This man is a foodie and sure loves to cook. He will take inspiration from circus animal cookies and recreate them into heart shaped cookies for you. He'll top them with Valentine's sprinkles.

He thought cookies would be best so the leftovers could be easily saved in a cookie jar for later

He's got a chef hat and red zebra print apron whistling as he listens to the radio.

It takes him time to coat the cookies in the melted chocolate but he knows they'll turn out fine

After he is done decorating he'll write you a note, "Happy Valentines, sweetheart I baked you cookies. I'll be in the living room shortly. I have snacks and a movie waiting for you. Be there in a bit. Your man Mista-"

He takes a shower making sure he chose an expensive body wash. He wants cuddles after all

You try some cookies once you arrive home. His note didn't go unnoticed so you head to the living room.

You soon see Mista standing in front of you in a new pair of striped pants. He's shirtless with his arms out wide open for you.

As you're in his arms be sure to compliment him or fondle him. He loves it. He'll hold you in his arms as you both watch movies together.

If you thank him for the cookies or praise his baking he kisses your forehead and sweetly tells you, "Happy Valentines, love you babe"

Fugo Pannacotta

Fugo will choose a difficult dessert such as macaroons but he planned it a week prior so he's prepared

He will want them to be perfect! The heart shapes must be perfect too. He'll even give you three different fillings for each! If the heart shaped macaroons aren't symmetrical then he will redo them as many times as it takes

He bakes in the cutest red strawberry print apron with a small low ponytail showing off his strawberry earrings in the process. He'll also have the cutest matching baking mittens too.

He will read a book as he waits for them to bake and cool down

He'll think of different imagines of you reacting to your surprise. Murmuring responses to himself. "Yes belleza all for you!", "Oh you like my macaroons? What's that? A kiss?"

His favorite are secretly the beige colored macaroons with the red roses and lettering filled with, "I love you". He loves his handwriting and gets bashful about telling you he loves you

He'll neatly place them on a strawberry plate beside a large vase of flowers for you. He'll make sure they're your favorite type of flowers

When you arrive home and see the surprise he has such a pleased expression. His smile is super humble upon hearing your compliments. He hopes you kiss him.

If you do he starts to get love drunk. Half lidded purple eyes with a visible small blush.

He's so happy seeing your reactions to the flowers and dessert he made you

You two will watch a movie together while enjoying the macaroons.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio isn't much of a cook but he's decent when he wants to be. His baking skills are decent too. He desired to make the cookies because acts of service are his love language. He'll decide to make you sugar cookies

He'll make a small batch of the cookies decorating them in a nightmare before Christmas theme. He wants to be a little romantic and reference the couple from the movie. He hopes you understand the implication. He is a man of few words after all

His hair is in a ponytail as he bakes. He won't wear an apron but he will listen to music as he bakes and decorates the cookies

It took him quite a bit of time to decorate so he sure hopes you enjoy them.

He plans to take you to a restaurant when you arrive home

When you arrive and compliment or thank him he's eating up the attention. He will smile if he receives affection from you.

He got you a black rose and compliments you

If he see's you enjoy one he'll be happy. He isn't as into sweets so he won't try one

He'll undo his ponytail and ask you to get ready to go out. He's surprising you with your favorite restaurant

Trish Una

She decides to bake you some pink sugar cookies bars with cream cheese frosting and valentine's sprinkle's.

She has a very girly pink apron with her stereo playing her favorite CD. She sing's along as she bakes. Her sweet voice is so beautiful as she sings.

She'll have a big smile on her face as she thinks about you. She'll ever so often look over to the gift bag she has ready for you. It will have two expensive presents inside

She decides to bake you some pink sugar cookies bars with cream cheese frosting and valentine's sprinkle's.

She has a very girly pink apron with her stereo playing her favorite CD. She sing's along as she bakes. Her sweet voice is so beautiful as she sings.

She'll have a big smile on her face as she thinks about you. She'll ever so often look over to the gift bag she has ready for you. It will have two expensive presents inside

Trish will start singing about romance as she is frosting the cookie bars. She touches up her makeup and changes into a sexy dress.

Her lovely green eyes light up upon hearing you arrive at the door. She greets you by serenading you. She's feeling flirty if you get bashful or in a romantic mood. She will give you a kiss and direct you to her surprise.

Any response from you gives her joy. If you compliment her look she'll want affection. She'll love to see your reaction to the presents she bought you. If you greet her with a bouquet or gift she'll kiss and hug you as thanks

Afterwards you two are going to a high end restaurant in her limo

#buccigang x reader #trish una x reader #trish x reader #team bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #guido mista x reader smut #fugo pannacotta x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #valentine’s fic #bucci gang headcanon #not my divider

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jojo-phase · 1 year

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au where diavolo isn’t a piece of shit and trish runs away to join the bucci gang as an act of teenage rebellion. they still get followed by all the same assassins but it’s bc they’re trying to get their boss’ wayward daughter to go the fuck home.

#jjba #vento aureo #trish una #diavolo #bucci gang #reference #so that I don’t forget about this idea #too busy with other fics rn but I want to do it eventually

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 2 months

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Summary: September 2020. Joseph Joestar has died at 100, and his last gift to the world is an autobiography that lives up to the promise of revealing all. And as the stand users of the world realize that immortality is locked away in the Joestar vaults, his far flung descendants must move quickly to defend themselves. Most of all Jodi Higashikata, the newest stand user in the extended family, desperate to prove herself and ready to fight. But as more layers to the tangled past and future of her bloodline are revealed, Jodi is forced to learn what it means to bear the star birthmark, rather more quickly than she would have liked. Post Stone Ocean, with all that entails. Characters will be tagged as they appear. Basically a fan part 9 with a good dollop of headcanon and oblique music references.

Author: NotDaedalus

Submitter: @extradipperton

Note from submitter: The single greatest interpretation of the JoJo canon and universe I’ve ever seen. Possibly the first ever Josuke Higashikata/Trish Una fic

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom culture #internet culture #tumblr polls #fandom poll #Spirit Lines #jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #Josuke Higashikata/Trish Una

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carryingstarlightinherwake · 11 days

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New fic, folks! This one is for @lady-wallace 's Vampire AU!

Read it here! And go check out her DTIYS challenge!

#ladywvampiredtiys #jjba part 5 #jjba fanfiction #vampire au #bruno bucciarati #trish una #found family #lucky's fics #fanfiction

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davyjoneslockr · 7 months

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New fic but kinda not really - excited to finally be able to share my piece from the Remember Summer Days Zine!

Ten years after Passione was turned on its head, Mista asks the gang a question: given the chance, what would they change about their lives thus far?

#need to write more everyone lives au adult bucci gang they're so important to me #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba fanfic #fanfic #vento aureo #golden wind #guido mista #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #trish una #bruno bucciarati #naramis #fugio #bruabba #sorry for all the tags there's a lot of guys in this fic #the gang's all here as they say (but also literally)

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sailorsenshishitposter · 3 months

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Trish x Reader

I still have a bunch of other dmc fanfics I haven't posted here like ones for Halloween and Christmas (featuring Nico using gunpowder in a ginger bread house contest and one where Dante is Santa in the parade while Vergil hurls sharpened candy canes at him) but it feels weird uploading them out of season so I'll only do it if anyone is actually interested.

Anyway here's Night of the Living Pizza

Tonight was just going to be you and Trish. She was always so busy and now she finally had a night off. You were fooling around and your stomach started to grumble. How unsexy. "I think I'm goìng to go get some pizza..." you said as you trailed off. You found some leftover pizza slices on Dantes counter and you noticed how cold they were but this was okay since you could just reheat them. You opened the microwave door and set the pizza inside. You went to set the timer but you noticed it was shut off."

Damn it!" you yelled as you slammed your hand on top of the machine. Trish came over and put her arms around you. "What's wrong?" she asked. You pointed at the microwave. "I can't get this stupid thing to work because Dante doesn't bother to pay his electricity bill!". Trish lifted your chin up and looked into your eyes. "Shouldn't be a problem for me. Let me try something". Trish waved her palm in the air while chanting "Bibbity bobbity fucking boo" and summoned electricity that gathered at the tip of her fingers. She then shot out a bolt and zapped the microwave.

There was a puff of smoke that soon disappeared to reveal a badly damaged machine that was charred beyond belief. "I think it's cooked now at least..." Trish said sheepishly. As you were starting to calm down you heard banging coming from inside the microwave. "Trish... what did you DO!?" you shouted and to your horror, the door flung open. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" you screamed. Suddenly the pizza was not only alive but aggressive. Just as Trish was about to shoot it, the pizza slung itself like a throwing star and sliced her head clean off. Since Trish was a demon though it would just grow back like a hydra. She groaned and said "talk about my neck, my back, my pussy and my crack! I'm going to kill that thing!".

As Trish began to chase the pizza, Dante had just arrived back home. He took one look at what was going on and went "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?". You informed him of what was happening and soon he was caught up to speed. He stroked his chin hair and said "I think I know why this is happening. You guys know you're not supposed to feed pizza after midnight right?". You slapped your forehead and sighed. "That's from Gremlins Dante GOD DAMN IT!!!" Dante looked surprised and then said "Oh yeah, that name sounds familiar. I think I was drunk when I watched it. Anyway this is probably the work of a demon then." You stared at Dante in disbelief and said "You can't be serious can you?".

"I'm completely serious. And know I have to go stop Trish." You were even more confused now. "Shouldn't you be killing it Dante?". He turned to you and said "Maybe I can reason with it. No one should ever be forced to harm innocent pizza.". A single tear was shed. "Devils do cry I guess." you said and you knew better than to get between Dante and the love of his life (pizza). Just as Dante went to locate Trish a "THAT'S AMORE!" Could be heard within the building. Dante ran as fast a he could but it was too late. The pizza was now deasceasd. R.I.P. (rest in pepperoni).

Dante then cradled the slice and sobbed. "I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO FILL YOUR DARK SOUL WITH LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" he cried out. You took some left over pizza boxes, scissors and glue and returned with a homemade coffin. "It's what he would have wanted." you say. You go outside and start digging. Soon the pizza is burried and you're all embraced in a group hug while Dante is drunk off his ass as he sings kumbaya. At this point Vergil returns home, assesses the situation and then turns to walk away.

#crack fic #Dmc #trish x reader #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #Halloween special kind of I guess #dante sparda #trish dmc #dante #Haunted pizza #himbo dante #shitpost

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dmbakura · 11 months

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A reminder I wrote a little fic about V and Trish a while back and I still really like it <3

#devil may cry #dmc fic #trish dmc #v dmc

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narancias-headband · 2 years

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Calling Bruno Dad on Accident

Expansion on this post.

@i-will-eat-your-spleen asked for this and they're correct that I should've written more.

(Organized from most to least likely to call him dad)

Idk where to put the readmore oop

Narancia

Calls Bruno dad regularly. Sometimes even calls him mom.

He really sees the gang as a little found family, maybe moreso than anyone else, and leans into it.

Even though he does it all the time, he still gets embarrassed when he accidentally calls his friend, and boss, dad.

The worst time, in his opinion, was the first time he messed up and actually called Bucciarati mom on accident.

Bruno had just finished patching Narancia up after one of his first few solo missions. He laid his hand over the last strip of bandages he'd applied, spiralling around Narancia's upper arm, and patted gently to get his attention. "There, all better, right?" Bruno asked with a small smile. His tone was sweet and smooth and reassuring. Narancia looked up at him with uncertain eyes, still worried that Bruno would be mad at having to play doctor for him. Bruno's bright, clear blue eyes shone happily, no hint of frustration, and his words only denoted concern for his confidante. "Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

Narancia nodded and couldn't help but let a small smile cross his face at the kindness. A type of kindness he hadn't quite felt ever since... "Thanks, mom." It took a moment to realize what he'd said, but soon Narancia was nearly choking with embarrassment as he tried to backtrack. "I mean, um... Thanks, dad. Ugh... Shit.. No. No no no. Bucciarati. Thank you, Bucciarati, sir."

"Of course, Narancia," Bruno said, smiling pleasantly and trying with all his might to remain calm. He didn't want to further embarrass the already flustered Narancia, and tried to downplay his reaction, but he couldn't ignore the warmth spreading in his chest. His heart swelled with pride and affection, grateful that Narancia seemed so fond of him already.

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Trish

She's probably the least flustered of the group when it happens.

She will jokingly call him dad quite often actually. Even still, she does get a little bit embarrassed when it slips out on accident.

The first time Trish called Bucciarati dad was very shortly after he had put his own life on the line for hers. That day had replayed and replayed in her mind. She could hardly wrap her head around anything that was happening in her life anymore, and the feelings of anxiety and uncertaintly only grew whenever she'd try to sleep. There was only one thing she was certain of anymore: that Bruno Bucciarati made her feel safe.

Since she couldn't seem to fall asleep unless she felt safe, it was time to track him down. It wasn't difficult; he was always nearby her, ready at a moment's notice to protect her if need be. At the moment, he was perched on one of the couches inside of Coco Jumbo, deep in thought and mulling over possible next moves. When Trish approached, Bucciarati offered her a warm smile, knowing that his thinking face often came off very aggressive.

"Can I sit with you?" Trish asked softly, a little embarrassed.

"Of course," Bucciarati said. "Is something wrong?"

Trish sat on the seat next to him and shook her head. "Not really. Just tired." As if to exemplify her point, she was interrupted by a yawn. "I just wanted to sit with you."

Bruno reciprocated the yawn, unable to withstand the apparent contagion of the phenomenon, and nodded. "As you wish, but I think I may be trying to get some rest in a moment so my company may not be thrilling."

"That's alright," Trish said softly. Shortly, she began to relax. Bruno's presence took a weight off of her shoulders and soon she was fighting to stay awake. Unable to continue the battle, she slumped over, leaning into Bruno's shoulder. She mumbled a hushed, "Goodnight, dad," before drifting off to sleep.

Bruno's words caught in his mouth. He didn't know what to say. When he looked over at the peaceful figure asleep on his shoulder, he closed his lips and stayed quiet. Though he had been tired, ready succumb to sleep himself, he stayed awake. His mind turning and heart pounding, unable to stop the dopey smile that crossed his lips. He'd never felt so much like a dad, and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the feeling.

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Fugo

He may be the one who sees Bucciarati most as a father figure.

He is also the most flustered when he accidentally refers to him as such. Maybe because he's the one who always seems to say it in front of everyone else.

Will gaslight you and say there's no way he called Bruno dad.

"Eat up, boys," Bucciarati said with a flourish over the huge plates of pasta the waiter had just set on their table. "You've all been doing so well on your missions, so, of course, it's all on me." He smiled brightly at his team that was seated around the table. A chorus of thank you's rang out.

"Thanks, dad," Fugo said nonchalantly, not yet processing his error. A smile crept across Bruno's face, but he covered it by shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth, knowing just how embarrassed Fugo gets at such things. Narancia and Mista began to snicker between themselves, igniting Fugo's ire. "What the hell are you two laughing at?" he growled, just now realizing what he'd called Bruno.

"You called Bucciarati dad, dude," Mista said, backed up by a nodding and giggling Narancia.

Fugo's cheeks began to go red. "Um, no? Why would I do that?" he said, on the defensive. He began shoveling food into his mouth, hoping no one else noticed the bright red blush across his face.

"Come on, man, I do it all the time too. Don't worry about it so much," Narancia chimed in with a shrug.

"I'm not worried," Fugo said, his voice now scarily soft, "because that didn't happen." He felt his blush get even deeper, knowing that it was probably tinging the tips of his ears by now.

Narancia and Mista shrugged it off, continuing with their previous excited conversation, much to Abbacchio's dismay. Fugo finished his meal in a tense and embarrassed silence. Bucciarati couldn't help but focus on the warm, fuzzy feeling that surged through him every time he remembered what Fugo had called him.

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Giorno

He can't figure out why it happens. He's only had bad father experiences. Why does he feel compelled to address Bucciarati as such?

It's more confusing than embarrassing for him.

When it comes out he usually just pauses for a moment to 'reboot' his brain.

Another restless night. Giorno's mind rattled with logistical issues and other anxieties. He had to talk through the plan again with someone, anyone, just to clear his mind. Giorno submitted to this thought and went to see if anyone else was awake at this hour.

Hopefully, he poked his head into the room Bucciarati was in. If he had his pick of who to talk through this with, he'd choose Bruno above anyone else. He couldn't help but smile when he saw that Bruno was still up as well. Giorno gently rapped his knuckles against the door, catching Bruno's attention.

"Hey, dad, can we-" Giorno paused when he realized what he said, mouth hanging open just slightly. He furrowed his eyebrows and pinched his lips together in thought. Why in the world would he say that?

Bruno sat silently as well, watching Giorno expectantly, waiting for him to finish his statement. He was almost too tired to catch what Giorno had said. Almost. The gears in his head turned as well, catching up to what had just been said. A smile crossed his face as he spoke up, "Yes, Giorno?"

Giorno cleared his throat. "I was hoping we could run through the plan for tomorrow again. I have a couple worries." Bruno nodded and gestured for him to sit and talk.

It was a lucky break for Bucciarati that Giorno was able to assuage his own anxieties just by talking through plans, as his mind was still focused on how he had been addressed earlier. What had made Giorno say that?

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Mista

Mista calls Bucciarati dad only very rarely. It's only happened a few times, a number that's probably still in the single digits.

He goes silent for the rest of the day after it happens. He takes time to sort out his thoughts for once.

Gives Bucciarati a huge hug later in the day after realizing that he's just so thankful for what he's done. It spooks Bruno at first, but he quickly reciprocates.

"Ah, Mista, there you are," Bucciarati said, waving a greeting to the man he'd been looking for. "I'm sorry I missed your call, what did you need?"

Mista was a bit preoccupied and hardly thought before replying, "Oh, hey dad. I was just gonna-" The realization of his misspeak expunged all other information from his mind. What was he going to ask Bucciarati? "I was going to... I... I don't know," Mista's voice trailed off as he began to lose himself in his thoughts.

"That's quite alright," Bruno said with a polite smile. "Please let me know if you remember." Mista nodded at him, still looking confused and deep in thought. Bruno knew he needed a moment and let him be.

Throughout the day, Bucciarati noticed that Mista was uncharacteristically quiet. Just as he was about to find Mista and voice his concerns, Mista caught up with him.

In a flash, Mista pulled Bruno into a tight hug. At first, Bruno was surprised by the suddenness of the motion, but soon settled in and returned the favor.

"Thank you," Mista mumbled. It wasn't for anything in particular, but Bruno understood exactly what he meant. It was for nothing and it was for everything. He squeezed Mista a bit tighter for a moment before loosening his grip. It was still a moment before Mista felt ready to pull away, but Bruno didn't rush him.

After he pulled away, Mista thanked Bruno one more time before going back to his own business. The two never really talked about that moment; they didn't have to. For once, Mista felt entirely content in the message he'd conveyed in so few words.

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Abbacchio

Technically speaking, has never accidentally called Bucciarati dad.

He was the only member who actually was an adult before joining, so he doesn't feel the same fatherly vibes from Bruno as everyone else.

Bruno has simply always treated him as an equal, which is so amazing to Abbacchio. He can't believe that Bruno picked him up at his worst and still treated him with respect.

So... He's never called Bucciarati dad before... But he did tell him he loved him once.

It was during one of his, unfortunately many, relapses into using alcohol as a crutch. Abbacchio hated himself for letting it get worse and worse, but in turn the stress made him fall even deeper. Now, here he sat on the bathroom floor, leaning up against the cold porcelain of the toilet and still nursing a bottle of wine. His face was smeared with the dark remnants of the bit of makeup that still clung to his face after a barrage of tears.

A knock at the door. "Go away," Abbacchio slurred, trying to sound like he hadn't been crying. His attempts failed and the words came out very much like a choked sob.

"I don't think I should," Bucciarati said softly, poking his head into the bathroom. Abbacchio covered his face and turned away, hoping his boss wouldn't have to see him like this. "May I sit with you?" Bucciarati asked, intending to do so regardless of the answer he was given and already seating himself on the floor facing Abbacchio.

"Do what you wanna do," Abbacchio mumbled. He took another big drink from the bottle in his hand, now trying to calm his nerves, fearing a punishment from his boss. Or worse... A disappointed talk. When the bottle left his lips, Bucciarati grabbed onto it and pulled it from Abbacchio's hand. The two sat in silence for a while, only interrupted by Abbacchio's infrequent sniffling.

It was Bruno who finally broke the silence. "You should come talk to me next time," he said softly, "I really do want to help."

"Right," Abbacchio said, his tone biting, "I'll come to you and you can scold me right away. I'm just a disappointment. I already know. I don't need you to tell me I'm a failure."

"Abbacchio, I'd never say that," Bruno said softly. He slid his foot forward to nudge Abbacchio's toes with his own. "You're not a failure, or a disappointment. You're just struggling and hurting and... And sick. You don't have to be magically better all at once." The words spilled out of Bruno's mouth with little thought, his concern drowning out his usual calculated nature. "You can get better over time. Little by little. You will get better, Abbacchio. You're strong and... And..." Bruno struggled for words, finding himself a little emotional, but he had said more than enough to resonate with Abbacchio.

"Bucciarati?" Abbacchio says, nearly a whisper, finally meeting the other man's gaze. "Thank you." He lets a small smile cross his lips. "And... And I think I... love you." As soon as the words left his mouth, his face contorted and he lunged toward the toilet bowl, the excess of alcohol forcibly leaving his system. Bruno had no time to process anything Abbacchio had said, but couldn't still his pounding heart as he leaned over to hold back the other man's hair.

Bruno didn't know if Abbacchio had meant it in a friendly sort of way or as something more, or if it was simply the booze talking, but he could never find the courage to ask for clarification.

Abbacchio claims he was much too drunk to remember anything from that night, but... Well... Only he knows if that's the truth.

#accidentally writes bruabba fic #some of these are bangers that came together so well and some are meh imo #golden wind #jjba part 5 #jjba #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati #narancia #narancia ghirga #trish una #trish #fugo #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #giorno #mista #guido mista #leone abbacchio #abbacchio

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jangmo-othewarrior · 1 year

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That Which Burns and Warms

Patty couldn't bare to see it, but she could feel it clearly.

It was like a volcano, or an uncontrollable wildfire. Demonic energy was scorching everything, turning lesser demons' corpses into stains on the ground. The only reason she was even spared was because of the Behemoth corpse on top of her, and she could smell it cooking and burning away. The devil erupting out this energy was still roaring, and it hurt her eardrums to listen to. How the other demons had pissed it off this bad, Patty didn't know.

All that she did know, was that as soon as it was done with the demons, it would be coming for her.

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"Hey Pattycakes." Dante started talking as soon as she opened up Devil May Cry's front door. "You wanna come with?"

Patty was less than impressed with Dante's attempt to avoid the topic of their previous arguments, but at this point she expected it. So, she decided to play along, for his sake.

"Come with you where? To the grocery store? Bout time you ate something other than pizza." She didn't miss a beat, waltzing over to the jukebox. She could hear Vergil snort from over on the couch, nose deep in some old-ass poetry book.

"Hey!" Dante smacked the magazine he was reading onto his desk. "I eat sundaes too! And you would know, Brat." He mumbled. Patty laughed as she fiddled with the jukebox.

"Dante." Vergil doesn't even look up from his book.

Dante flinches like he's been burned and growls under his breath. Patty cocked her head as she looked over at the brothers. Were they fighting again? It wouldn't be the first time in the six months they've been back. "I was wondering if you would want to come with me on a job, Pats."

Her mental heelturn was instantaneous. "Really?" She gasps. "I swear, if you are lying to me Dante-"

She had started 'interning' for Devil May Cry before Dante had even returned from Hell, and he had been weird about it when he had gotten back. He was super cagey about it, but refused to tell her why. He had also 'forgotten' to tell her about some really big jobs, which had pissed everyone off (a hellbird roosting in Redgrave was kinda an all-hands-on-deck situation). Needless to say, she was finally called in after Lady shot him in the head a couple of times, and he was still upset about it! He had only put her back on the actual rotation after she had promised him to let him teach her how to use a sword - which was stupid because he knew she has watched him use Rebellion for years.

"I'm not, I'm not! Take your finger off of the trigger Pattycake!" Dante ran around his desk like a chicken with its head cut off. "Verge is being boring and refusing to go."

Vergil immediately glared at his brother with the force of a rolling thunderstorm. It would of bothered Patty a long time ago, but it didn't now. It shouldn't of bothered Dante either, but he grabs her hand and rushes out the door before anyone could get a word out.

Yeah, they definitely had a fight about something.

---

The job had been going well, almost to well.

An old park had just been bought by a private buyer who wished to put in a bowling alley. Cool, no problem there. The park was previously used in demonic ritual summoning. Not cool. Thus, a call to Devil May Cry.

There were a lot of the basics: Hell Cainas, Pyrobats, Riots, the whole works. There were more interesting threats as well, like Behemoths, Blitzes, Hellbats, and Baphomets, but nothing the two of them couldn't handle together. In fact, Patty was sure Dante could have handled them by himself. He was certainly acting like it.

It felt like Dante was all over the place, flying from enemy to enemy. There was a slight lack of his usual playfulness, but his quips with her didn't slow down in the slightest.

"You slowin' down, Pats?" He leaned his elbow on the Baphomet corpse he had just punched straight into the ground. Balrog lit up in what had to have been amusement.

"Not in a million years!" She yelled back at him as she aimed one of her custom twin pistols down a Hell Cainas' eye socket. Patty had given Nico very specfic specifications when she crafted these guns, and boy, she had delivered. Half of the Hell Cainas' skull was blown into nothingness.

"Now your even stealing my lines!" His voice rumbled weirdly as he spoke, and his eyes had an odd shine to them. "Brat."

The demons close to Dante suddenly started hissing under their breathes and one of them - a Riot - scurried away before Dante could shove King Cerberus down its throat. "Shit." He muttered.

"You think they're getting their boss?" Patty ran over, putting a spray of bullets into a Blitz as she did so. The other lesser demons were beginning to back off, which meant something bad was probably about to happen. Dante suddenly leaned his back onto her shoulder with his full weight, the asshole. The small bit of demonic power in her veins sparked at his touch.

"Hopefully. Then we can finally get paid." He laughed and softly knocked the side of his head into hers. For a second, Patty swore his entire body was vibrating as he bounced off of her and shot Ivory into an approaching Pyrobat. The air surrounding her felt like was vibrating too, if only for a moment.

Huh. She thought as Dante finished off the flying fire hazard. Must be demonic adrenaline. Dante landed on the ground with a stylish flourish, but his taunting suddenly stopped. Patty then felt more vibrations again, but this time from...

...the ground.

Instinctually, Patty pitched forward, using what little demonic energy her blood had to shove herself forward as much as possible. Seconds after she launched herself, a massive fire-covered claw ripped through the ground where she had been standing. Her landing wasn't graceful, but she was alive. Dante immediately grabbed her arm and heaved her up onto her feet. As they looked at their attacker, the devil hunters suddenly realized something crucial.

They were surrounded.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The hole in the ground from where the claw sprouted through the dirt was ripped open, and a Fury-sized demon crawled out, spewing magma as it did so. It was a disgusting thing, reptilian in body structure but covered in obsidian and magma. There were obsidian spikes and horns in what had to have been uncomfortable places, and its teeth jutted out of its skull like daggers. One of its clawed hands was lathering magma over its body like it was sunscreen, but it just looked like it was causing itself pain. To put it bluntly, the demon looked utterly nasty.

Dante immediately shot Ebony and Ivory into its volcanic hide, but the bullets got caught in it like a glue trap. The demon tried to laugh, but it just sounded like a clogged volcano about to explode. Dante let out a hiss underneath his breath, and Patty could practically feel his energy begin to wind up like a spring. She wasn't any better; her fingers never let go of the triggers.

"The blood of Sparda, truly a waste with a being like you. It could of seen its true potential elsewhere." It tutted like it was a disappointed school teacher.

"Oh really? Got any applications to turn in?" Dante's words sounded playful but there was an edge to his eyes.

The demon ignored him. "Your... successor even more so, sullying the Sparda clan with something like that."

Dante stilled at its words. His grip on her arm tightened, and he began to lean forward towards the demon. The edge in his eyes had turned as sharp as the blade that shared his name, and she could faintly hear a growl on the air.

Patty has heard enough; she whips her left handed pistol up in line with the demon's chest. "Enough chit-chat." The shot went off.

And chaos erupted onto the battlefield.

The shot had connected, but the bullet got caught in the obsidian on its chest. The demon, however, clearly felt offended by Patty's potshot. It charged, but Dante met it halfway. One half of Cavaliere slammed into the right side of its face, but it catches Dante in claws. Both of them fly off to the side, propelled by the force of Dante's demonic motorcycle buzz saws.

The lsser demons wanted in on the action too. Patty turns to shoot a pouncing Riot in the face. Sidestepping its flying corpse, she angles one of her pistols into the magma latherer's side. The rounds connected, but it only grunted as it vomited magma in Dante's direction.

"Darn." She muttered as she shoved the other pistol into a Baphomet's mouth and fired.

Dante launched himself forward in the blink of an eye, slicing upward with the DSD. The blade repeatedly spins along along the middle of its chest and neck, and the cut squirts out blood and fire. The demon, hissing angrily, lunged forward and blocked Dante's exit off with its arms, blocking him from view.

Logically, Patty knew he would be able to handle himself. He had saved the world, what, four times? Five? A single demon being a son of a bitch couldn't hurt him that badly. But, in the heat of the moment, all she could think about was that Dante was in danger. Shit!

Patty immediately unloaded one of her pistol's entire clip into the Ugly SOB's face. It turned to her with fire in its eyes, and her spine shivered. It gripped down onto Dante, and chucked him into a group of approaching lesser demons. "Dante!"

He was gone from view before he could even get a word out.

Stay calm, Lowell! He'll be okay, he's Dante! Just breathe. Her bleeding heart gladly accepted the reassurance, even as it picked up in speed when the SOB looked down at her.

"Human. How you managed to gain his favor, I will never know." The demon hissed. Patty vaulted over a Behemoth that had charged at her back. It ran straight into the SOB, but it just grabbed onto the giant, chained demon.

"Hate to break it to ya, you son of a bitch," Patty shakily yelled as she shot through an approaching Hellbat's wing, "but I have no idea what the hell you are talking about!" The SOB deviously laughed at her words.

"Fine. Lie to me all you want. It doesn't matter..." In one quick motion, it grabbed the Hellbat she just shot out of the air and pushed the Behemoth so hard it's chains broke. The Hellbat's head was then bitten off, and the demon held its back out in front of its chest. "...Because you're not getting out of here alive."

A lot happened in those few seconds.

Patty tried to back up, only for a Blitz to slam into her back. A large group of lesser demons suddenly started to scatter, as if afraid of something. The SOB shoved the dying Hellbat into the bullets and magma on its chest.

And the Hellbat, and all of the magma and bullets with it, exploded.

She doesn't remember much else other than pain, heat, and a crushing force after that. But there was a sizzle in the air, and the last thing she was able to hear before the world went dark was a voice.

"PATTY!!!"

---

She only woke up when the air shook.

But there was too much pressure to think. Too much, too much too much too much-

She gasped for air. It hurt to fill her lungs, hurt to breathe, but she did it anyway. She felt her lungs stutter, and a horrible sound filled the air. For a second, Patty panicked.

Oh, please no more demons please not right now. She kept breathing, because that was all she could do, as she waited for the demons to come after her again. Lord, she was tired of decade long chase.

But nothing came. Her lungs hitched again, and she heard the ragged, wheezing cough. Oh. That was her. Not more demons. Not Dante. Just her. No one else. Only her. And that hurt so much.

God, she needed to breathe.

She laid there - breathe in, ignore the stabbing in your lungs, breathe out, ignore the pressure - until she finally had the courage to open her eyes. The light burned for a second, but when she finally manged to look around, all she could see was a mass of rotten scales. There was a Behemoth corpse on top of her.

She immediately went to push it off of her, only for her entire body light up in pain. Everything burned, but all she could think was Get it off get it off get it off-

Her arms felt the least damaged, so she slowly pushed against the rotten scales to free her lungs. She couldn't even get it fully off of her, but her arms were holding something. It didn't help much, but at least some of the pressure was gone. A few inches of gracious space for her to inhale.

Patty took in a couple of deep breaths, the first in what felt like hours, and tried to assess her physical condition. Nero had said once on a job that it was really important to do that.

Everything hurt, which was good, because that meant she wasn't paralyzed. It was also bad, because everything hurt. Multiple things were broken, like her leg and definitely some of her ribs, but she was just glad her back was functional. She could barely keep track of the number of cuts she had, and the bruises that would surely form would only make that harder. The only one she definitely knew was there was the one on her forehead; she could taste the blood running down her face. Or maybe there was just blood in her mouth. No doubt the ground was stained with her blood. Fear only truly set in as her skin ran along a sharp, metal point on her stomach. There was a jagged piece of the Behemoth's chains the size of her hand sitting against her stomach. One wrong move, and it goes into her gut.

Wow. Great. Thanks Nero, but NOW WHAT DO I DO???

The only part of her that wasn't in pain was the tiny piece of demonic energy she inherited; it was just fine. In fact, it was sparking, helping her senses come back to her.

Wait, what? Why... And then she felt it. In the air, on her skin, everywhere. It thrummed in the air, against her strained arms, and it made everything she could see wobble with its mere existence. It was hot, sizzling even. A huge outpouring of this demonic energy was coming from... her left?

She turned her head, but her view was partially obscured by the Behemoth's half burned skull. She could see other demon corpses, and the ground was razed down to black ash. Suddenly, something flew into view. No, it was thrown into her view.

It was the SOB demon from before. That is, if it was still alive.

It was missing an arm, and it's lower half was charred so badly that one of the legs disintegrated as it fell down onto the ground. Almost none of the obsidian remained, and what little did was hanging on by small pieces of ripped skin. It's upper jaw was partially caved in, but the eyes moved. It was somehow still alive, and it was looking at something. It's eyes were wide with fear, and it's remaining arm tried to pull it away from whatever it was looking at.

For a second, Patty felt vindicated. Yeah, asshole, you should feel afraid. You should die for the countless people who have probably died because of you. You should suffer for throwing my-

Its terror partially came into view. And Patty's brain stopped.

Being the descendent of a summoner had a lot of perks. A small bit of demonic energy reserved for just for her, the ability to summon demonic energy recreations of some demons (eventually, she didn't have that down yet), and being able to gauge the general level of power of any demon she could see, just to name a few. The third one never really had many applications;in fact, she often forgot she could do it. She couldn't escape it now.

She couldn't even see all of it, but, God, she did not need to. Its back was turned to her, and she was glad about it. The SOB looked like a child next to it, it was so large. The body is covered in dark ridges and spikes that looked straight out of Hell. Firey, demonic energy is leaking out of it at any crack in its obsidian carapace. Four wings adorned its back, and swirls of demonic energy radiated off of them. She couldn't see its face, but the back of its head showed off two pairs of horns, one on the sides and the other on top.

Everything about its presence screamed power; the amount of demonic energy was overwhelming. Abigail had been bad to her, and this thing felt like it could eat Abigail for breakfast. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if this demon could pick up the Yamato and snap it in half like a twig. All of the burning energy filling the air came from that thing, and seeing it made it all hit her at once.

ragekillbloodlustangerkillrageHOWDAREYOU-

Her head hurt, but she couldn't look away as the devil (that's what it was, a high devil, a king) shoved one of its claws into the SOB's eye sockets. Garbled screeching soundsfilled the energized air as the devil lifted it up with one claw. It pulled it up to what Patty had to assume was eye level, and stopped. The devil held it there as it hovered for a few seconds, and it opened its mouth. All Patty could see was sharp, black teeth and a lava colored tongue before it roared and slammed its prey into the ground.

Patty had to look away then. She had nearly lost her hold on the corpse, and she could feel the point of the Behemoth's chains poking into her lower ribs. It was hard to ignore the horrifying sounds of her previous attacker being squelched, but she couldn't look. She couldn't lose focus, not when the energy was already making everything more difficult; the air burned in a frenzy with the devil.

Patty couldn't bare to see it, but she could feel it clearly.

It was like a volcano, or an uncontrollable wildfire. Demonic energy was scorching everything, turning lesser demons' corpses into stains on the ground. The only reason she was even spared was because of the Behemoth corpse on top of her, and she could smell it cooking and burning away. The devil erupting out this energy was still roaring, and it hurt her eardrums. How the other demons had pissed it off this bad, Patty didn't know.

All that she did know, was that as soon as it was done with the demons, it would be coming for her.

The ground shook each time the demon pounded its prey into the ground. With each shockwave, she could feel her hold on the Behemoth slipping. Just breathe, Patty. Breathe.

It had felt like hours had passed when the devil's rage finally subsided. Its demonic energy began to die out in the air. The smell of burned flesh started to overpower her senses. Patty could taste the dried blood sticking to her face.

Breathe.

Her arms were shaking more now than ever, but she couldn't focus on the pain. She had to breathe. The devil was staring down at its kill, levitating a few feet above it like it was its superior. It probably was. Ragged, animalistic breaths escaped its maw.

Breathe.

The air was still burning, but the defensive, angry part of the air had finally began to fade away. The devil sensed no more enemies; anything that could threaten it was gone. All that was left was corpses.

Brea- Dante.

The devil would consider him a threat; Mundus did years before she had even met him. There was no way the devil would feel calm if Dante was around. If Dante was alive. Tears pricked her eyes. Her arms shook even more.

She hadn't even gotten to tell him how much he meant to her. They had been fighting so much over whether she should be a hunter, if she could take care of herself, and if she was ready for the world. This job had felt like a step forward, that Dante was finally pulling his head out of his ass. That maybe Dante was finally ready to acknowledge the fact that he was the closest thing she had to a father. And now he might be... gone.

Her arms finally gave out.

The Behemoth had lost a lot of its weight to the burning, demonic air, but the chains had remained unbothered by the burning air. The body had been moved just a bit, either by her arms, gravity, or the shaking ground. The corpse fell what few inches it could.

The sound that escaped her as the knife-like chain piece lodged itself in her stomach wasn't a scream, or even a true cry of pain. It was a weak, strangled noise. The sound of something rendered helpless through no fault of their own. The noise of something that desperately wants to live but sees no way out of their situation. The choked cry of someone that thinks they lost someone they love.

Her arms laid limp at her sides, and, for a second, she stared up at the sky. Pressure choked out any breath she had, and her blood was staining the ground again. Patty Lowell fought to keep her eyes open, but her exhausted and battered body forced them shut. She could barely think, and the world began to fall away.

I don't want...to die...please...Mom.....Da...

...

...warmth. It was so warm. It spread everywhere, into each exhausted limb and bleeding wound. Her small, demonic core pulsed like fire, accepting the warmth greedily. It held her up, keeping her mind aloft.

pleasedon'tgo It said. Why was it so nice? pleasestayipromisesafewarm

The ever-present pressure suddenly lifted, and she instinctively took in a breath. So many places suddenly hurt all at once, especially her stomach, but the warmth buzzed almost angrily over her wounds. Pressure returned suddenly to her stomach, and, in a moment of rage, she tried to sit up and throw the pressure off. The pain stopped her before she could even prop her elbows up. Falling back unceremoniously, a strained whine ripped out of her throat. For a split second, she braced herself for the pain of her skull knocking back onto the ground, but the impact never came. Instead, a gentle hand caught her before she could smack into the dirt.

...Who?... Patty managed to think, cracking open her left eye.

A demon looked back at her. Kneeling next to her, its wings blocked out the light, but its demonic core glowed faintly orange. Its head looked more like a skull, with no skin to speak of. There was no readable expression, and its eyes looked like yellow pits. Four vaguely recognizable horns wrapped around its head like a crown.

...The devil from earlier?!?

Why in Hell was it holding her like this? Her guns were laying on her chest too; had it gotten them for her? One of its clawed hands had caught her head, and the other was... Patty caught a glance at the sight of the claws gingerly applying pressure on the stab wound on her stomach. She had no energy to move, but she did have enough energy to squeak.

Out of all the ways Patty thought it would react, leaning down and making soft clicking noises was not one of them. She couldn't tell where its eyes were looking, but it didn't feel like it was looking down on her. The devil lifted her head with far too much care, and sniffed her forehead cut. Her entire body instinctually tensed up, fully prepared for the devil to brutally cave her head in.

To her udder shock, instead of immediately biting down after catching the scent of her human blood, the devil leaned back slightly and hissed under its breath. What is going on?? Patty's bewilderment must of shown on her face, because the demon made more soft clicking noises. Her breath hitched when it leaned back in again. She shut her eyes instinctively.

The open cut on her forehead was suddenly covered with a warm, wet substance. She immediately opened her eyes back up in alarm, only to see a tongue the color of fire rasp over her cut again. And again.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Her core sparked again as the warmth responded in tandem. safemustbesafemustbehealthy

To say Patty was overwhelmed would be an understatement. Every muscle in her body felt like it should be tense and in pain, but instead they were slowly relaxing into the warmth. Her tiny demonic core certainly didn't mind the devil's actions; it pulsed even more.

Apparently, while she was trying to process what was happening, the devil had decided its job was done. The cut slowly stopped buzzing with demonic energy, and it weirdly felt sealed. All of her cuts felt sealed, Patty realized, even the big one in her gut. The devil looked down into her wide eyes and chuffed affectionately. Its clawed hands suddenly shifted, moving underneath her to slowly lift her off of the ground.

Without warning it pressed her body on its chest, her left ear landing right on top of one of the many spikes surrounding the core. A small bit of energy cushioned her from the spikes and jagged edges. The wings folded in as well, practically covering her like a shield. For a second, all Patty could do was breathe and question why?

A rumble answered her.

It started in the devil's core, and expanded until its entire body vibrated with the noise. It was so loud, right next to her head, but it didn't hurt. The devil set its chin on the top of her head, and never stopped purring. That's what it was, purring. A grounding showcase of care that felt real.

And familiar.

It had only came up occasionally, but it had been happening for years. Every once in a while, there would be a rumble in his voice. They could be arguing over sundaes or she could be shooting a Hell Caina in the face, but it would appear out of the blue. Only to disappear as fast as it came, covered up by grins and snarky quips.

She brought a hand up to his demonic core and let the energy run through her fingers. It burned the air around it, small embers glowing and fading in the wind. As it hit her hand, it gave her the same sense of warmth she had felt when he had pulled the Behemoth corpse off of her. The same sense of warmth buzzing along her skin. The same warmth she had barely felt when she had first met him a decade ago.

"D-Dan-" Her voice broke off into a mangled cough. She shut her eyes as she fell limp from the force of it all on her still-battered body. The purring tapered off and Dante let out a worried warble as he gently caught her. Clearly Dante's human brain was taking a snooze, since he would normally say some silly quip to lighten the mood and cover up his nerves.

She would of reassured him if she hadn't see movement out of the corner of her eye.

Snatching one of her guns out of her lap, Patty leaned out of Dante's grip. Everything hurt, but that small bit of demonic energy pulled through as she aimed at the crawling, half-dead son of a bitch. The recoil hurt like a bitch too, but her reward was instantaneous. The SOB moaned out a pained gurgle as its remaining eye angrily searched for her. And then widened as she fell back and tucked her head underneath the unhinged jaw of one very pissed off devil.

The screech Dante released should of burst her eardrums, but the energy hovering around her thankfully muffled it. His wings wrapped around them both as he lifted into the air, and fireballs started shooting out like they were being fired from a minigun. When Dante's wings opened back up, the only thing left of the SOB was a chunk of his obsidian hide surrounded by charred flesh.

And then, like a switch was flipped, Dante was back to fussing over her. He gently lowered them both onto a relatively uncharred and less bloody patch, although he refused to let go of her. The purring was back as well, and Dante let out a croon as soon as she set down her pistols. Carefully, he set her down on his incredibly spiky lap, and gently knocked his head into hers, wary of the sharp points cutting her. Despite everything, Patty just felt relief and exhaustion, and she sagged into Dante's affection. As he set his head on top of her's again, Patty noticed something new. Words.

"Slipping out of safety and attacking your enemy. Heh, course my nestling takes after me too much..." They were low, and hard to separate from the rumbling purr constantly underneath it, but they were there.

Nestling. The term made her suck in a breath. Vergil once called Nero that after a really intense misson, and Trish had explained that it was a term of endearment parent demons used with their children. If Dante is refering to her as his nestling, then that means that he sees her as...

Patty burst into tears.

Dante immediately stopped everything: the purring, the words, the demonic energy, everything. The warble that left his mouth just made her cry even harder. She held her head in her hands.

Is this real? Their relationship had been so rocky lately with his overprotective actions, because of course he was being overprotective. God, Vergil totally knew and was hammering him about it. Patty's thoughts were moving a mile and minute.

She had always held out hope for a father to enter her life when she was little, but that had stopped after meeting Dante. It only after he disappeared into Hell again did it finally hit her why. And now he was telling her that all of him, human and demon, wanted her as his kid? It was almost too much to bare. But she needed confirmation. She needed to know for sure.

Her tiny demonic core responded immediately, reaching out with what little energy it had to connect with Dante's for a split second.

worrysorrypleasebeokayimsorrydontgoiloveyou-

That was all Patty needed to know.

She launched herself at Dante, wrapping her arms around his giant, spiky torso and shoving her face into the most comfortable place she can, directly above his core. Dante instinctually wraps his arms around her in return, and his wings join in a second later. Questioning clicks sound out from above her head, but her answering tears just fall past the jagged edges near his core.

"..Patty?"

His voice is rough, deep, and has a weird echo, but it was his. It was tentative, worried, and almost sounded scared. His energy hangs in the air, disconnected but still nervous. Her throat burns, her head is throbbing, and she feels like walking corpse, but she just needs him to know.

"I love you too, Dad."

It barely gets out in one piece, but those words hang in the air. For a split second, Patty is terrified that Dante didn't hear her, or that she was completely off base somehow. But then, the energy comes rushing in as Dante curls himself around her even more. It's as if a dam had been released, the warmth wrapping itself around her like a blanket. Dante's purring was almost too loud; she could barely hear anything else. He nuzzled the top of her head, almost as if he was terrified she'd disappear. She laughed into his chest, a battered but happy mess.

There would be time for arguments, explanations, and personal conversations later. Right now, Patty couldn't give a damn about anything, not when there were tears mixing with her own in her lap. They should be burning her, the fiery, demonic things that they were, but all she felt was warmth.

#if you think that this is a ship post i WILL exile you #a short story post? on my blog? more likely than u think #i still need to get an ao3 account #two people told me they like my interpretation of patty and dante and i said BET #anyway yaaayy found family #vergil totally knew about dante's dad feels and forced him to confront them #trish DEFINITELY knew as well #also yes i used sdt instead of dt because it looks cooler #and narrative shit but it looks cooler #also I have an entire concept for a playble patty but that is for another time #also I made up the demon core thing cuz like #that energy has to naturally come from somewhere #so. magical demon organ #speaking of which #demon instincts go brrrr #at this point I'm gonna make a bunch of demon instinct oneshots barely connected to each other #ao3 won't know what hit it #also look out for a lady's night dlc fic it's gonna be wild #if i ever write it #dmc #dmc 5 #dmc patty #patty lowell #devil may cry 5 #dmc dante #dante sparda #devil may cry

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