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rodeoxqueen · 2 years

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There Is A Hurt, Tell Me Lover, And Full Circle.

Dante/Reader

Female! Reader

Summary: “ Years later, the conversation is finished and begun all at the same time.”

Content: Family Dynamic, Arguments, Father-Daughter Bonding.

( Howdy. It's been a while. I understand that. My writing and characterizations might have been warped from the months that I have been away. But I always seem to come back, don't I? - Rodeo)

Backwards. There were always little things that were backwards about Dante. His office was a mess, yet he was so particular about his weapons and where he put them. He didn’t like to stick out, but wore the flashiest red coat wherever he went.

He hated losing time, but ran through Hell with no idea of how long it would take him to return.

He could strike fear through demons that towered over skyscrapers, but this-

This hotheaded daughter of his who just made it to the same height as his chest, could send him off his feet.

He wiped his hands of dish water with a kitchen towel, tucking in a few hairs that fell loose from his tied up hair.

“You should talk to her.”

Dante groaned at your coaxing.

“I don’t know why she’s upset.”

The little demon had been acting strange for some time. Acting out of order, not talking, not acknowledging anyone, and being angry, so angry.

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

“He’s your father, he just wants the best-”

“Yeah?!” She scoffed, eyes wild and pupils shrinking in and out. This living room argument between the two adults and their child had the same energy as an animal being backed into a corner, stirred into a survival-based frenzy.

“I wish he stayed in Hell!” She exclaimed, shoving past you and stomping up the stairs. You tried to follow, eyebrows crossed at your child’s outburst. He didn’t even realize he had bristled at her outcry, white hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

Dante crossed his arms, thinking about that statement.

He sighed.

“Why do I have to talk to her? You clearly dealt with this longer than me.”

“She’s your kid too. Whether or not you weren’t there for the first few years.”

“A few years is an understatement.”

You took both arms and pulled yourself into him, looking up into those blue eyes.

“But these little hissy fits, all you.”

A huff jolted your embrace.

“That and she looks just like me.”

Anyone could hear the pride in that sentence.

“You’ll be able to understand her, whether she can stand you or not.”

The air was heavy with comfort and patience.

None of which Dante was good at giving or having. That was all you.

He had heard thuds of a racing heart become slow beats of a very very tired demon, only to quicken at the idea of confrontation again.

Yet, he forced himself to take the stairs, creaking under his feet.

He was at her door, and knocked.

Just once. Multiple meant you were with the Feds.

“Hey.”

“...”

“Your mother sent me. I’m not trying to continue what happened earlier or anything.”

A pregnant pause.

Her heart rate stayed the same.

He came in.

In a curled up lump on her mattress, had she laid quietly.

Dante rounded the corner and sat at the foot of the bed. The little demon was staring into nothing, but refused to acknowledge the considerable sinking of the linen surface she tried to bury herself in.

It took all the power in his body trying to think of something to say. For a minute, he wished he was hunting demons or something.

Tears of frustration and misguided anger had salted her face, red and splotchy.

“I never see you cry.”

“You haven’t seen me.”

The pause stabbed him in the heart. He sighed, his elbows on his knees.

“I know you’d rather have me be somewhere very far away right now.”

A small chuff from her frowning mouth said a very square and non-verbal “you got that right.”

He looked at his heir, fussy and seething.

She looks just like me when I was younger.

An odd sense of deja vu came over him.

He had been here before. Too many times. Moments by himself and with you.

“You came really out of left field with that earlier.”

“Whatever.” Emotionally, she had already started closing the door on him again. To get through with her.

“I’m not going to give you flack for it. That’s not what I’m here for.”

She didn’t respond to that, but there was a long and slow exhale of relief.

“I mean, it hurt a little. But honestly, I’ve said worse.”

“...”

“I’ve said and done a lot of shitty things when I was your age. I get it.”

“Like what?”

“Not being good to the ones who loved me.” Dante tried to smile, but there was no happiness to those memories.

She hmphed in disbelief.

This isn’t a competition, old man.

“I’m just trying to say, when I was your age and even when I was much older, I did and said those things because I was trying to compensate.”

Although she continued to refuse conversation, she was not upset when her father rubbed her shoulder.

“I know there’s a hurt. I know you’re upset. I don’t know why. But I know it’s important to me.”

A shudder left her.

“I didn’t know your mother was pregnant with you when I left. She didn’t know she was either, when I threw myself into Hell. I lost a lot of years not being there for the ones who needed me.”

“...”

Keep talking, she’s listening.

“I know I haven’t been there for most of your life. But I’m still half of you. And trust me when I tell you, I understand. And I’m here for you. Absence or no absence.”

She stirred, moving to rest on one of her elbows.

“That’s not why I’m upset.”

“Come on, spill the beans to your old man.” She groaned.

“I’m just mad. All the time.”

“No shit.” Dante bluntly stated. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s like- ugh- I’m around all my friends, and I just feel like the odd one out all the time. Like something isn’t right. I keep walking around all these groups and it doesn’t matter. They’re just normal.”

Her voice cracked in a way

“Like maybe I’m wrong.”

“(Y/N), I hate who I am. I hate that I can’t be who you should be with. I can’t just be here with you and act like everything is alright.”

“You really are my kid.” Dante chuckled.

“You gave this to me?” She glanced at him in surprise.

Dante shrugged, laying onto her bed, staring at the fan.

“Well, let’s just say that starting from my generation of the Sparta bloodline, we’ve had a family history of not feeling like we belong.”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you think your uncle and I are thick as thieves? There was no one else on this earth or down there like us.”

“Didn’t mom say you guys had a falling out?”

He barked out another laugh. What a way you had with words.

“You can say that. He stabbed me in the chest multiple times.”

A hushed laugh out of shock broke the tense silence from his daughter.

“No way!”

He tilted his head to see enraptured eyes, the same color as her mother’s.

“Your cousin Nero? The one with the Mystery Machine? Totally left out in Fortuna.”

“How did you guys ever deal with feeling the way you do?”

What a loaded question that Dante had to spend his entire life figuring out.

“I love you Dante. I’ll be here until you realize that for yourself, and I’ll be here after that.”

“We found each other and the people who loved us and we held on.”

He patted her arm.

“I may not be the easiest person to deal with. I can be wrong a lot. But just know, I’m trying my best to be the best dad I can be. I didn’t get to talk to my old man when I needed him the most. I’m not going to let the same happen to you.”

A little sniffle was not left unheard.

“You’re my daughter. I love you. I’ve loved you before you were even born.”

“You’re the love of my life. I love you. I loved you the day I met you.”

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