#dan-chan

Dante was polishing his (admittedly old) armor when he heard his wife cry out. "Dante-kun! Come here, quick!"

Dropping the chestplate, he was up the stairs in a second, kneeling beside the meifwa's side in a second. "Kawaii~chan, what's wrong? Is it the baby?"

The pink haired woman smiled and grabbed his hand, guiding it over to her stomach, where- "They started kicking. Kawaii~chan thought you'd like to feel."

Dante blinked back tears and looked up, meeting her playful Amber eyes. "I love you," he murmured, leaning up and capturing her lips. "I love you so, so much..."

This playlist is basically a gamble if ur getting sappy and cute or angst hours so good luck

Welcome to my Planet - Pomplamoose

Sports - Beach Bunny

High Enough - K.Flay

Francis Forever - Mitski

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Take Me or Leave Me - RENT

Sick of Losing Soulmates - Dodie

Boys - Beach Bunny

A/N: @pan-kawaii-chan @danteschan here u go, this fandom needs all the Dan-Chan it can get.

‘Hey, Nana, you seen my hoodie? I have work in the morning and I can’t find it.’ He called out, his hands picking up the assortment of pillows on the couch, eyes already looking in the other direction for a glimpse of the familiar blue material. Despite them practically living with each other with how much time they spend together, in each other’s arms, or even just finding intimacy by looking into each other’s eyes, his hand always itching to grab a hold of hers. 

‘Can’t you stay the night? We don’t live that far away from each other.’ She called out from behind the bathroom door, and he heard the running water coming from her night routine. In these seconds, he lost himself in a domestic fantasy where they could finally be together each day without worrying about leaving to their own places. Their own home, and the small elements of comfort they shared with one another. It made his heart filled with a warmth he clung to, especially on evenings where more than a simple walk kept them away from each other.

@danteschan, ​here’s ur dan-chan content delivered to ur doorstep.

Maybe he expected something different, than the shimmering lights, far outbrighting the lit up sky, a laughter shared, echoing across the conversations, the sight of unfamiliar faces blending in with the fairy lights blurring his eyes, and drawing in attention at a figure that seemed so known to him. His heart felt a connection with her, as soon as her eyes reached over to spare him a glance, forcing his own sight to break, the smallest hint of a blush covering his cheeks, his hands unconsciously playing with a strand of the table cloth.

A/N: hi hello I hope u know I cried while writing this because I cannot do fluff for this one reason that im emotional. i wrote this while being in a fever dream so i hope u enjoy it anyways. dan-chan rights.

A dark evening already started to lock in outside, the windows of the shops along the road starting to light up with neon signs, soft and welcoming, or cold, bright, imagery that caught a wandering eye. Alongside the street that now started to scarcely have walk-byers, cars rushed past, and rather than the ambiance of chatter, the sound of engines speeding by filled his ears. He grew familiar with it, after the last few months of volunteering to close down. There was nothing for him waiting at home, and the extra pay worked as some kind of motivator, one duty he had left.

He lingered on that word. Duty. What was his place in the world, now left nothing but a whisper in maybe one or two minds? How many responsibilities did he have, as a friend, a person? Would anyone notice the lack of his presence? But that was impossible, after all, he was a protector, the head guard of the largest port town in all of Ru'aun, his sword acting forever as a shield to those that mattered most.

He let a small laugh leave him at that. His own delusions, brought in dreams, were interfering with his own train of thought once more, and he needed to focus on what came in front of him, not a distant world where each memory held a bittersweet taste. Grabbing the keys, he took haste steps out of the store, turning off each light with a flick of the switch, grabbing his backpack and lazily throwing it over his shoulder, his hands already working on the front door’s lock. 

“You come here often?” He heard a voice behind him. Hesitant and feminine, the dropped temperatures of coming mid-fall doing nothing to help with the anxiety that hung in the air.

He took a turn around, his shock written into his features, almost dropping the keys he still held onto valiantly in his grip, and relief hit him first. And then the first touch of happiness in his heart in over the months, the sight of the familiar shade of pink hair, and amber eyes. He felt a smile form on his cheeks, his hands shaking from his own hesitancy to finally feel her in his embrace.

“Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”