#dantexmorrison

Leon had apologized profusely when it came to babysitting the demon babies, saying that he and Chris had to go upstate to a convention of sorts for the Bioterrorism Alliance. They would be gone the whole weekend, but Leon said he would be able to come and relieve whoever Morrison and Dante had babysitting Reddie, Greenie and Blue. Dante accepted Leon’s offer, but he still had needed someone to care for the babies over the weekend. 

Nero wasn’t around obviously, him, Nico, Lady and Trish having taken over the Devil-Hunting business while Dante was away. The demons seemed to alway double whenever Dante did go away. Kyrie wasn’t available due to her work at the orphanage and Patty was helping her, and Dante didn’t want to burden them with anymore babies. 

Which left Dante with one last option: Vergil. 

Although they were no longer trying to kill one another due to some difference as to why they existed, they still were not on the best terms. Good enough to still be in the same room as one another, but they weren’t best friends for life. Dante still trusted him enough to watch after them. Though the more paranoid part of his mind kept thinking something bad was going to happen to them. 

Hence why he was calling Vergil again...just for another check-up. 

“Dante, this is the fifth time you’ve called to check on the children in the last...three hours.” Vergil’s voice informed the Omega, probably pausing to check the clock on the wall, “I may not have had a hand in raising Nero, but I do think I am capable enough to care for three little half-demon, half-human hybrids no bigger than dolls.” 

“Well,” Dante said with a nervous chuckle as he and Morrison got settled in their hotel room, standing on the balcony overlooking the ocean, “I just...miss them, y’know? I’m always around the little buggers so it’s weird when I’m not.” 

“Good-bye Dante.” Vergil said before hanging up the phone, sitting with the babies by the fireplace, reading a story aloud to them. 

Dante looked at the cellphone, giving it a look before sighing. Morrison opened the sliding door, asking if everything was alright with Patty. He didn’t know that Dante had called Devil May Cry again. Dante tucked the phone in his pocket with a faux smile, nodding and informing Morrison that everything was “a-okay”. 

“Are you sure?” Morrison asked as he hugged Dante close, “You didn’t call Vergil again, did you?” 

Dante scoffed and gave a fake look of surprise, “What? No!” He chuckled, “Why would I do that? We just got here!” 

“Because you called Devil May Cry four times already.” Morrison said, “And I know how much you worry about the babies...despite acting like you don’t actually care.” 

Dante waved a hand at him with another chuckle, “I’m fine! All fine! Let’s vacation and get some drinks and all that fun stuff.” 

Morrison smiled and pulled Dante inside, “Good, let’s get settled in and then we can do whatever you want to do.” 

Dante gave a curt nod and a smile, “Right.” 

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Though, Dante did anything except relax, constantly calling the shop even when Leon showed up on Monday. During the weekend, Vergil purposely didn’t answer, answering only after several tries and telling Dante to relax or he was going to come to the beach and make him relax. Dante should have found that amusing, considering it took a lot to test his brother’s patience nowadays. Vergil must have been relieved when Leon showed up on Monday. 

“Dante, everything is fine.” Leon reassured, talking to Dante via face-time, “We’re sitting here and having breakfast. Chris even made the babies baby-sized pancakes. Here, Reddie, Blue, Greenie, talk to your Mama.” 

Dante wore a look of relief as Leon turned the screen to the babies, Dante even chuckling as the little demon babies scurried across the table and cooed at the screen in excitement. Reddie sniffed at the camera as Greenie’s little claws reached at it, as if trying to get to Dante. Dante smiled and said hi to his little pups, Morrison chuckling as well as he leaned over at breakfast to see their little ones. 

“They behave for Vergil?” Dante asked. 

Leon chuckled, flipping the screen back to himself, Blue climbing up on to Leon’s shoulder, sitting in the frame as Leon fed him another tiny pancake, “Yeah. Though it was kind of funny. They were speaking whole sentences when we got here.” 

Dante raised a brow at that, “Like...English?” 

Leon nodded, Blue leaning forward and causing Leon to put his hand in front of the little baby so he didn’t accidentally fall, “Yeah. Vergil couldn’t understand their cooing, so he gave them “Magical Cookies” and the elixir they were made with made them speak clear as day. Though, it was like baby talk.” 

Dante’s eyes were wide in horror, “It didn’t do anything to them, did it? They’re okay, right? Oh, I swear I’m gonna-!” 

Leon looked at the screen with a raised brow of his own, exchanged a look with Blue and then both looked back at the screen, “Uh, Dante? You just saw them. They’re alright. He just wanted to understand them so he didn’t accidentally mess up.” 

“Mess up?” Dante asked in confusion once he regained his composure. 

Leon nodded, explaining that Vergil had been nervous about babysitting and didn’t want to mess up doing so for the first time. He was very careful with them and only gave them the elixir so he could ask them what they ate, what they wanted, etc. He didn’t want to let Dante down. 

Dante was quiet as he looked at the screen, feeling almost...touched by the admission. Vergil had been nervous? And he didn’t want to let Dante down? Why would he care? Vergil knew everything and was seemingly confident in everything he did. Dante asked if Leon was sure, and Leon confirmed it, saying that Vergil did have his moments where he wasn’t one-hundred percent confident. He just wasn’t good at admitting it. 

“He wouldn’t admit it in front of Chris,” Leon explained, “Cause he thinks he’s superior to Chris.” 

“Like hell!” Chris called in the background. 

Leon chuckled, “But, he really did want to do good by you. You kind of made him doubt himself with how much you called though.” 

Dante gave another look, looking up at Morrison with a small pout, “Well...if you see him before I do...can you tell him I’m sorry? And that I think he did a good job?” 

Leon smiled and nodded, “Sure thing. Gotta go. We’re taking the little guys to the Aquarium this afternoon. Nero and Kyrie and Patty’s idea, so I gotta give these little ones their baths.” Leon explained, tickling Blue’s tummy, making the baby giggle, “Say “Bye Mama! I love you!”” 

Dante’s heart swooned as the little ones cooed loudly before they hung-up. He didn’t call back as often, only calling once in the morning and once at night. 

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(Gift for @jillvalentines-thot. It’s not exactly as planned but it’s a fic in the works. Hope you like it!😊💕)

Prompt: “Parent au!/strangers to lovers/what is that?! Omegaverse”

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Most of his life, Dante never needed help. He never took hand-outs, accepted help, and never accepted free anything because “Free Shit” usually came with a price tag...a hefty one. He had learned that most of his life since the murder of his mother. He had sold himself in between his devil hunting missions to pay for Devil May Cry and pay off the debt that he owed Lady and Morrison and whoever the fuck else. 

That is until a couple of months ago when Dante made the mistake of bringing a client home...and Morrison walked in on him, thus catching him in the act, even though him and the man weren’t officially a thing...or anything really. 

But now? Morrison dug him out of the hole he dug himself into and decided to pardon his part of the debt. Of course, Dante questioned the intent behind this “Act of Kindness”, following his “Ain’t Nothing in this World for Free” mindset, but to his surprise, Morrison just didn’t want Dante to go out and risk his ass. 

“Anymore than usual, anyway.” Morrison said at the time, “Demons are easy to figure out, but humans can be unpredictable...and sometimes worse than the demons. That and you don’t know which of these people are actually demons. They would love to put a baby in an Omega, especially if said Omega is the child of Sparda.” 

“Psh, like I’d let them near me.” Dante scoffed, “And if anyone could detect a demon, I think it would be me.” 

“You gotta be careful regardless, Dante.” Morrison scolded as he took off his jacket and hat, hanging them both on the rack by the door, “You can’t just keep living your life like this. Let me help you and you don’t need to pay me back.” 

Dante had been reluctant but he had caved when Morrison started negotiating a deal about his debts and all that fun shit that Dante hated talking about. 

So, here they were, a week later and Dante still wasn’t used to this cute little “domestic” lifestyle. Or Morrison in an apron making them breakfast. 

“What is that?” Dante asked as he sipped at his orange juice, looking at the pan full of what he could only describe them as “Egg Muffins.” 

“You’ve never heard of quiches?” Morrison asked, using a spatula to plate them, “Don’t worry, you’ll like them. They have bacon, cheese and spinach in them.” 

Dante raised a brow, “And how do you know how to make them?” He asked, accepting the offered plate, “You a chef or something?” 

Morrison chuckled at that, “No, but I did have an ex-wife who was a helluva cook and a mother who spent a lot of time in the kitchen when I was a kid.” 

Dante sniffed at the quiches, gave them a shrug before using a fork to scoop one up and into his mouth. The Omega chewed on them experimentally, tasting the flavor on his tongue. He gave a hum of satisfaction before nodding and eating another one. He earned another chuckle from Morrison as the man watched him in amusement. 

“That good, huh?” Morrison asked as he watched Dante eat another one, he leaned over and kissed Dante’s forehead, “You’re welcome.” 

“Dante! Morrison!” A high-pitched voice called out from downstairs, “I’m here!” 

“We’re up here, Patty!” Morrison called back, “And breakfast is ready.” 

There was the sound of feet running up the steps between the apartment and Devil May Cry before a smaller body ran into Dante’s middle, Patty hugging him tightly. 

Dante smiled, ruffling her hair, “Hey, Squirt. Morrison made quiches. Try some.” 

Patty’s eyes lit up as she reached up and accepted an offered quiche. She chewed the yummy breakfast before Morrison gave her more of her own, the little girl asking a thousand questions as they sat at the small dining room table, enjoying a “Family Breakfast”. 

Dante watched the two, a smile on his lips. He actually felt...comfortable. He felt like he didn’t need to pay for this. 

Yeah, about just a short cheating fic (Cause I love soft Dante x Morrison too much)? _______________________________________________________________

It was admittedly a terrible idea to sleep with a client, but when the man offers to buy you dinner and even offers to help you out with jobs to help you climb out of debt, well, how can anyone expect Dante to say no? Did that make him a gold digger? Not necessarily. He did genuinely enjoy Chris Redfield’s company, and the man was admittedly attractive. Probably didn’t help that he was an Alpha...and the father of the little half-demon babies currently fluttering around the office due to a one-night stand. 

Well, he didn’t know if they were Chris’s...or Morrison’s, but Dante had to guess that they were Chris’s because, despite the color of his scales, Reddie wasn’t named after them like his brothers. No, the little half-demon was named “Red” because of the little tuft of red that peeked through the mop of white hair. And last time he checked, and asked, Morrison didn’t have any red-heads in his family. 

Chris on the other hand...well, ask his little sister, Claire...the red-head.

Dante sure as hell didn’t have any red-heads that he knew of. His mother had been a blonde and his father had the same snow white hair as him, Vergil and Nero. He couldn’t shapeshift and change his hair like Vergil could, but who the hell only knew what else Vergil knew how to do, so the red-hair couldn’t have come from Dante. Though apparently, through the “recessive genes” from his Mom, as Patty put it, he could make a red-headed baby with another person with those genes. 

Whatever the hell those were. 

Either way, through sex and genes, that’s how he ended up with two salt and pepper haired babies and a white and red-headed one. And scales. And wings, both of which made them look more part dragon and part human than the half demon and half human babies that were supposed to be. 

Either way, Dante couldn’t bring himself to admit that the babies weren’t actually Morrison’s, especially after all the man had done and continued to do for him and Patty, when the little girl turned young woman came around. It would have broken his heart and Dante didn’t want to lose him due to a stupid mistake. Besides, the babies didn’t have any distinguishable features outside of their hair, scales, wings and tails. Their human faces looked like normal little babies.