TinkerBell720

Setting: A couple of months after Madhouse! DMC; Devil May Cry

Description: 10-year-old twins Selene and Evalynn were offered ice cream by Dante, but he had a catch and a lesson along the way.

Inspired by an episode of Bluey ("Ragdoll") -> Bluey belongs to Joe Brumm and Ludo Studio.

"Friend Like Me" is sung by Robin Williams(1951-2014) and composed by Howard Ashman(1950-1991) and Alan Menken -> Aladdin belongs to Jon Musker, Ron Clements, and Buena Vista Pictures Distribution.

TW: Dante being a girl dad, Lady being Lady

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Selene sings as she walks around the shop, "Well, Ali Baba had them forty thieves, Scheherazade had a thousand tales-"

Selene gasps, seeing a twenty-dollar bill on the floor, and cheers as she picks it up. "Money!"

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"You got some power in your corner now, some heavy ammunition in your camp-," Evalynn sings as she watches the fan in the main room of the shop while on her back. Selene runs up before saying,

"Evie, I found money!"

"Money?"

Once Selene showed it to her younger twin, they cheered in unison, "Money!"

Both girls run to Dante, who is currently lying on the bed in his bedroom, reading a magazine. Selene asks, "Father, can you drive us to the diner to buy us ice cream?"

Evalynn then said, "We found money!"

Dante corrected nonchalantly to his daughters, "Correction, you found my money."

He took the twenty-dollar bill as the girls cried, "Hey, that's ours!"

"No, it's mine. I must've dropped it when I was doing laundry."

Selene points out, "Yeah, and we found it."

Evalynn chimes in, "Which makes it ours."

Dante lowers the magazine before saying, "Sorry, girls. You have to work for money."

Evalynn spoke, "No, you don't! It comes from the machine on the wall."

Selene adds, "Yeah, you just have to push the buttons."

"There's more to it than that."

Selene spoke, "This is wretched!"

Evalynn chimed, "Yeah, we want ice cream."

"Ice cream tastes the best when you've earned it."

"That's not true," Selene spoke.

"Well, let's find out," Dante closes the magazine as he gets up from the bed, "C'mon, in the car."

"What? We're getting ice cream?"

"Yep, I'll drive you, girls, to the diner."

Both girls cheered as they were about to meet Dante there, only to stop them, "There is one catch, though."

The girls looked at each other with confusion before Dante booped his own nose, then flopped down like his limbs were jelly. He spoke, "Ragdoll."

Both girls cried as they ran to their father, "Oh, no, not Ragdoll."

Evalynn attempted to use her strength, but despite both of them being quarter-demons, it was not effective on him. Selene boops his nose a couple of times as Evalynn cried, "Dad, come on!"

Selene spoke, "We don't want to play Ragdoll. We just want ice cream."

Dante then spoke, "Well, I just need help to get to the car."

Evalynn groans before calling out, "Mum!"

Dante replies, "Your mother's working right now, earning money."

Selene said to Evalynn, "It's not that far to the car; we just need to pull him."

"Okay, I'll push from this side," Evalynn spoke as she got to the other side while Selene took his arm, "Ready? Go!"

Both managed to get an inch and a half with a grunt. Evalynn spoke, "He moved!"

Selene instructed, "Okay, pull on that leg while I push his bum."

Both moved Dante's lower half while Dante spoke to himself, "Maybe I'll give the strawberry sundae an addition or two."

"It's working."

Evalynn spoke, "Yeah, but it's too slow."

Selene suggests, "Let's try rolling him."

"Okay."

While Dante thinks aloud, the girls heaved as they rolled him, which was somehow faster, but it was like a thick log. Dante called out to his girls, "Hurry up, girls. I want that sundae."

Both girls quipped as they kept going, "We're going as fast as we can."

A few seconds of rolling later, the doorway stopped them, making Dante quip, "Oop, Square peg in a round hole."

Selene snapped her fingers as she said, "I got an idea, I'll be back."

Evalynn tries to push him in another direction, but to no avail, while she complained, "Dad, this is too hard."

Dante spoke, "Obstacles don't block the path; They are the path."

Evalynn replied, "I don't understand what you're pointing out!"

Selene comes back with the yoga ball that their mother used when the girls were young. She spoke, "Here, you pull, I'll use this."

Evalynn groans, "Fine."

Evalynn was pulled by the arm while Selene used the wall in an attempt to use the yoga ball to push their father up. She complains, "This is hard work."

Dante spoke, "Eh, a bit of hard work never hurt anybody."

Evalynn quickly went to where the doorway opens, then pushed her father forward, landing with a grunt, "Okay, that one hurt."

As both kids climb on top to get through, Dante cheers, "That's it, girls. If you get knocked down seven times, you get up eight. There's no 'I' in team."

While Evalynn pulled by his arms, she spoke, "Dad, stop yapping!"

Selene comes up with an idea, calling out her sister, "Evie, look!"

Evalynn turns to the stairs as she agrees, "This'll be easier."

"What will be easier?" Dante asks while the girls pull him out of the doorway, then push his body down the stairs. He groans, "Sometimes obstacles-Oof!-are placed-Ooh!-in our way-Augh!!-to see if what we want--OW!-is really worth-urgh!- fighting for!"

Both girls cheered, "Yeah, go dad!"

As Dante landed on the bottom of the stairs, both girls giggled before Selene instructed, "Help me get him around the corner."

Both girls pushed him, only to figure out he was stuck. Evalynn complained, "He's stuck. Even if we get him out of the house, we still have to get him all the way to the car."

Selene cried, "It's impossible!"

Dante spoke, "Great works are performed not by great strength, but by perseverance."

Evalynn spoke, "Wait a minute. Are you trying to teach us something?"

"One must persevere-"

Evalynn groaned, "Augh, he is!"

Selene pouts, "What?"

"Okay, fine, I was trying to teach you the value of hard work. That's demon hunting 101."

"Why are you trying to teach us something that we don't want to learn?" Selene asks.

Dante answers, "I don't want you both growing up to be lazy, otherwise your mother would kill me."

Selene groans as shesitst on a stair, "That's it. We're not going any further."

Evalynn followed along while Dante asked, "You don't want ice cream."

"You keep your twenty, Father."

"Okay."

Silence stretched between the two sisters. Evalynn broke it when she asked her older twin, "SeSe?"

Selene asks, "Yeah?"

"I want an ice cream."

"Me too."

She slaps herself before Selene got back on her feet with renewed motivation, "Alright, let's get father into the car."

Dante spoke softly as he reminisced about how Vergil was when he was younger, "That's the spirit."

Selene turned to her father, "But, we're not learning anything."

"Deal, but do yourselves a favor. Why work harder when you can work smarter?"

Evalynn thought for a moment before coming up with an idea. She left the room for a moment before returning the roller creeper from the car trunk. She called out as she went to her sister once more, "Ready, SeSe?"

"Ready!"

Both girls pushed Dante over the last few steps before landing on the roller creeper. They cheered as they high-fived. Both then took each foot, rolling their father through the main door.

Selene cried happily, "There's the car!"

Evalynn spoke, "Let's roll Dad down the steps."

Dante spoke, "Girls, I love you, but don't ever do that."

Evalynn groans, "Okay, fine."

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Lady reloads her pistol before seeing Dante tumble down the steps, making her say, "What the hell!?"

Dante spoke, "Morning, Lady."

She ran up to them before saying, "What's going on here?"

Evalynn spoke, "He stole our money."

"What!?"

Dante spoke, "Okay, that's a little exaggerated."

Selene pipes up, "He said he would give it back if we got him to the car."

Lady asks, her eyebrows furrowing her red and green eyes, "Is that so?"

Dante deadpans, "Just head inside. This doesn't concern you."

"Well, it does now," Lady declared as she turned to the twin girls, "C'mon, girls!"

As Lady aids the girls, Dante spoke, "Hey, watch the hands, Lady."

With him rolling like a square wheel, Lady mutters toward Dante, "Bossing around your daughters. I mean, honestly!"

As they got close to the car, Evalynn groaned, "We'll never get him in the car, he's too heavy."

Dante quips, "Ah, well, what are you going to do?"

Lady smirks, "Open the car door, girls. I'll show you how I managed to haul Kalina Ann."

As both girls did that, Lady took a breath before lifting Dante with her legs, making him mutter, "Damn, look at those quads."

Lady grunts, "Promise me to work hard and maintain a strong core, girls. Don't get lazy."

Both girls nodded in unison, "Yes, Lady, we promise."

After getting Dante in the car with the girls cheering, Dante slumped over the wheel, honking for a moment before Lady sat him up.

Dante smirks, "I'm not sure what to do in this condition."

Both daughters gasped, "What!?"

Selene asks, "So we don't get ice cream."

"Not unless you drive-Oof!"

Dante's sentence got cut short when Lady moves him to the passenger seat and says to the girls, "Buckle up, girls. I'll take you there."

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Both girls waited in the car before Lady came out with the ice cream dishes and said sweetly, "Here you go, girls."

Both twins spoke, "Thanks, Lady."

Dante quips, "'Thanks, Lady'!? I paid for it."

Lady adds, "And I keep the change since you still owe me."

The girls laughed. Dante turns to Selene before instructing, "Okay, Selene. Take a bite."

Selene took a bite of her banana split before feeling the explosion of flavor. A different kind than the last time she had it. Her eyes lit up before saying, "This is the best banana split I've ever tasted."

Cuddling on the couch

Reference:

Setting: Post DMC 3 -> 9 years before DMC 1; Christmas Day; Devil May Cry Description: Christmas day has approached for Dante and his family, as well as the twins' first Christmas. TW: Babies being Babies

Author's Note: Part Two is done!!! Will add one Christmas gift Selene and Evalynn got when I have the time later on.

Setting: Post-DMC 3 -> Around 9 years before the events of DMC 1; Christmas Eve; Devil May Cry

Description: With hopes of having a successful first Christmas as a family, it didn't go as planned when a demon was something that should have been completely obvious to begin with.

TW: Little bit of smut in the end, Babies being adorably cute

Author's Note: Will do a Part 2 for Christmas Morning. Keep your eyes open!!

Setting: 7 years after DMC 3 and 2 Years Before DMC 1; Devil May Cry Description: With Dante complaining of his twin daughters' differences, 6-year-olds Selene and Evalynn (Dante and Opal's Daughters) hatch a plan to make them more alike by pretending to be one twin. Inspired by an episode of Bluey ("Mini-Bluey") -> Bluey belongs to Joe Brumm and Ludo Studio TW: Evalynn being cheeky, Fluff, Slight Angst, Selene being creative

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The oven ticked down while Dante drummed his fingers on the hilt of Rebellion while hearing his youngest daughter's singing. He asks, "Evalynn, can you be quiet for a few minutes. Your sister is a bit of a church mouse."

Evalynn sings, "No can do~."

Opal walks in before saying, "Evalynn, the library books you got are due back today. Have you seen The Mitten anywhere?"

"No, I have not seen that book!~" Evalynn sings once more while Opal organizes the books she has found so far in the shop they call home. She then says to Evalynn, "You have to keep better track of your things."

"What about SeSe~?"

"Selene puts hers in a neat pile when she is done reading them."

Selene closes her Magic Tree House book and puts it on her finished pile while Dante takes the pizza out when the oven beeps. Once he cuts it, he sets the pieces of Hawaiian pizza in both plates before saying, "Alright, chow time. Hawaiian's up."

"Ooh, Hawaiian!"

Evalynn takes her bite while Selene frowns, "Dad, I don't like pineapple on pizza."

"What!?" Dante replied, "I thought you did."

Selene explains, "Evie likes pineapple on pizza. I like supreme pizza with olives."

Dante asks, while getting the supreme pizza out of the oven, "How in the world are you girl twins, same parents, same roof, and still different from each other? It’s like fighting demons—same blood, different nightmare."

Both girls glance at each other, shrug, and answer in unison, "No clue."

"Well, I'll tell you this, it would be easier if you were the same."

Opal quips dryly, "Tell me about it."

Evalynn gasps with her gray-green eyes sparkling, "SeSe, I got an idea! Follow me."

Both girls left their chairs and headed to their room with Opal saying to her husband, "Wonder what they are plotting this time?"

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Evalynn finds her brush while Selene asks, "Evie, what are you doing?"

"Here, hold still," Evalynn says as she brushes her older twin's hair before styling it into bangs that match Evalynn's. Both girls giggled before Evalynn beamed, "Perfect! This is going to be great!"

With the patter of footsteps and returning to the chairs, Dante said, "Here you are; A slice of supreme pizz-Aaah!?"

Seeing Evalynn and her doppleganger sit beside each other, the girls laughed playfully as one with the supreme pizza slice groaned theatrically in disgust. Opal notices before smiling, "Aww. So cute!"

Evalynn spoke, "Let me introduce us. I am Evalynn, and this is Big Evie."

Big Evalynn, or Selene, greets, "Hi."

"She is just like me. Watch."

Evalynn picks up her Hawaiian pizza before saying, "Here you go, Big Evie. We love pineapple on pizza."

Both took a bite as Selene forced a grin while trying to keep her food in her mouth, "I...love...it."

"See?"

Dante deadpans while rubbing his temples, "This is going to be a long day."

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Evalynn and Selene walk into their room as the younger twin speaks, "Alright, let's learn about me!"

She pauses briefly before settling on what she likes. She then says, "I like to swap words for different ones. My favorite would be cereal instead of serious. I also like to do this movement."

She does a simple dance move as Selene follows.

"Then something like this," She said while moving with her arms, and Selene followed it once more. 

"I like to talk pretty much, even if it doesn't make sense, especially noises."

Evalynn starts making a random noise before Selene echoes.

"I also like to sing. I'm singing things~."

Selene vocalizes softly, "I'm singing things~."

"Try a bit louder."

Selene vocalizes louder than the last, "I'm singing things~."

"There you go."

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Both girls walked into a room where Evalynn's toys were everywhere as she declared, "I like to leave my toys on the ground."

Selene asks as Evalynn picks up a toy, "Isn't it better to at least tidy a bit?"

"Nah, not really much of a difference," She answers while tossing the toy back on the ground, only for Selene to trip on it. Opal kept looking for the book while muttering to herself, "Mitten, where are you?"

Evalynn briefly made the same random noise before saying, "I like to ask a lot of questions."

Evalynn turns to her mother as she asks, "Mum, what are you doing?"

Opal pinches the bridge of her nose before answering her youngest twin daughter, "Evalynn, you know what I am doing-"

Evalynn then says to Selene, while Opal returns to looking for the book, "Yet I don't have to listen to the full answer. If I see a tush, I like to do a dum-da-dee-dum."

With Evalynn then Selene patting Opal's backside like a bongo drum, Opal then quips with a giggle, "Hey! Get out of it!"

Dante calls out, "Hey, Evalynn, would you mind helping me clean the bathroom?"

Selene said, "Yes, father."

Evalynn extends an arm before saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you're going?"

Selene answers, "Helping father. I like to help around."

"SeSe likes to help out with chores with Mum and Dad, but right now, you're Big Evie."

"Oh, yeah."

"And Evalynn doesn't like the smell of cleaning chemicals, that I'll tell you that."

"But father asked us to help out."

"Let's see if he is cereal," Evalynn turns to Dante, "Excuse me, Dad, these things to clean the bathroom, why do we have to help out if they're not ours to begin with?"

Dante answers, "You know about the food we cook or pay for our meals, they weren't yours to begin with, as well. If you want to keep eating it, I suggest you help out. Trust me, scrubbing a bathroom’s nothing compared to gutting a demon nest."

Evalynn turns to her doppleganger as they go to the bathroom, "Okay, he's cereal."

Selene takes the window cleaner and cloth as she vocalizes, "Cleaning~."

Dante asks, "Big Evie, that's quite loud."

Evalynn said, "Yeah, Big Evie, I don't really sing when I'm doing chores, especially not going the pace you are in right now. I like to whine and go slower. Watch."

Evalynn then begins to whine and groan, "Why do we have to do this?"

Selene chuckles softly before whining, "It's too hard."

Dante then spoke with the spray full of water in hand, "You know what? I would like to have a double of Selenes. At least they’d clean faster than a demon infestation. You two sound worse than a demon chorus."

Evalynn fired back, "No, it's double Evalynn's forever!"

With a playful battle cry from Evalynn, Selene and Evalynn continue to groan and whine until Dante sprays water on Selene, making her white hair damp slightly, with her bangs returning to normal. The girls giggled with Dante deadpanning, "Double Selenes."

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In their bedroom, Selene brushed her younger sister's hair, pulling it into the pigtails she had with her bangs somehow identical to hers. With it done, both girls giggled before making their way to the bathroom once more. Dante focuses on cleaning before hearing one twin greet, "Hi, Dad."

As Dante looked back, he saw Selene with her doppleganger, making him say, "Whoa."

Selene introduces her doppleganger, "This is Little SeSe."

Evalynn, now Little SeSe, greets, "Hi. May we help with cleaning the mirror?"

Dante answers, "Ummm...Sure?"

"C'mon, Big SeSe," Evalynn says before both girls pick up the window cleaner and cloth.

Selene instructs Evalynn, "You can spray, and I'll wipe. I'll tap you when we need more."

"Got it," Evalynn spoke before spraying the mirror once, then Selene wiping it as she explained, "It's like polishing silver on a knight's armor, just like in the stories we hear."

Evalynn giggles, liking the reason why Selene is motivated. Dante mumbles to himself with a mix of surprise and pride, "Huh, two Selenes—cleaning like pros. What do you know?"

Opal looks under Evalynn's bed before muttering, "Mitten, you gotta be here somewhere."

The girls walked to Opal before Evalynn said, "Found it."

Opal looks at them with a hint of surprise, yet never fails to smile when Evalynn shows the book. With Opal finally done gathering the library books in the kitchen, she said, "Thanks...uhh."

"Little SeSe," Evalynn spoke before Opal repeated it. Dante walks in with a hand on Evalynn's hair while saying with pride, "Double Selenes! I could definitely get used to this."

Evalynn froze before she cried with a hint of insecurity, "What!?"

Opal called out, "Dante!"

As Dante realized his mistake, he tried to backpedal, "Oh, Evalynn, I-"

Evalynn bolts out of the room with Selene catching up with her while calling out, "Little SeSe, wait!"

Opal walks next to him as he then whispers to his wife, "I mean, seriously, double Selenes."

"Yeah, I know!"

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Selene looked everywhere before finding Evalynn under the covers on Selene's bed. Selene walks up to her before saying, "Hey, Evie."

Evalynn sniffed while Selene climbed up to sit beside her, "I don't know what bed to sit on."

"Are you alright?"

"Mom and Dad want two of yous, and not any of mes."

"Well, that is rude."

"It's because I am annoying, and you're not annoying at all, SeSe."

"Oh, I am annoying. I mean, super annoying."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I am a different kind of annoying. I'll show you," Selene hops off the bed to look for something, "Now, where is the face paint that Dad let us keep?"

Evalynn sees it on her small nightstand, "Here it is!"

Selene uses it to make black circles over her eyes while making it seem like she ate something alive. She then asks, "Can you pass the weird teeth and ears?"

"Here you go," Evalynn spoke as she gave the other items to Selene, making Evalynn yelp with a giggle. Despite looking like a feral yet demonic-like panda bear, Selene offers with the face paint, "Want me to make you scary?"

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Dante reads the magazine as he sits in the office chair with his feet on the desk until he hears a patter of footsteps, making him lower the magazine. He yelped as he saw the scary look on both of his daughters. He then spoke, "Selene, wha-what are you doing!?"

He tried to scramble, only to fall off his chair and scurry out of the room. Opal asks Dante with confusion, "What's going on here-Aah!?"

Opal then scurries out with both twin daughters chasing after them. As both Dante and Opal hide in their closet in their shared bedroom, both girls bang on it as if they're the living dead. Dante shouts from the closed closet, "Alright, that's it! We want one Selene and one Evalynn from now on! Got it?"

Evalynn whispers in her sister's ear with a new plan, both of them wink, then say, "Okay!"

Both girls ran out of the room laughing, leaving them both in the closet.

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Dante rested his eyes while Opal sat across from him as she asked, "You think it's safe?"

He answers, "I think so; It's been fifteen minutes."

Opal opens the door, leaving the closet with Dante following her until they yelp at their girls with surprise, looking like the opposite of each other, even if the eyes don't match what they are, as they chime, "Hi!"

Setting: 2 weeks after Demonic Mating Courtesy; Devil May Cry

Description: For the past two weeks, Opal has experienced symptoms of the cost of helping Dante with his first mating season.

TW: Gore, Things not suitable for Young Viewers

Author's Note: Debated for a while if it is somehow a sequel to the last oneshot, Demonic Mating Courtesy, but made up my mind it was like it. Put out this way, you would meet my next gen OCs(For those who don't have AO3/Wattpad, or haven't kept up)

Opal padded quickly into the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat before retching violently. The sound echoed through the apartment, sharp enough to pull Dante from his half-doze on the couch. His head snapped up, instincts kicking in, and he was at the bathroom door in seconds.

He knocked lightly, voice carrying that mix of concern and casual bravado only he could manage.

“Opal? You okay in there, babe?”

No answer. Dante frowned, tried the handle, and found it unlocked. He pushed the door open to see Opal slumped against the toilet, pale and miserable. For a moment, his usual smirk faltered.

“Damn…” he muttered under his breath, crouching beside her. His hand rubbed slow circles across her back, steady and grounding. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Opal wiped her mouth, her voice weak. “I don’t know… I’m not usually sick. Maybe it’s just the stomach flu.”

Dante’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t buying it. She was strong — tougher than most humans he’d ever met — and seeing her like this twisted something deep in his chest. He grabbed a washcloth, ran it under cool water, and gently pressed it to her face.

“Flu, huh? Doesn’t look like any flu I’ve seen,” he said, tone softer than his words. His eyes searched hers, a thought forming that he shoved aside before it could take root. He helped her to her feet, letting her lean against him, and guided her back to the bed. Sitting her down, Dante knelt in front of her, his hands warm around hers.

“Alright. You want me to play nurse? Tea, crackers, whatever you need — I’ll make it happen.”

Opal managed a faint smile. “Ginger tea and saltines… that should help.”

“Tea and crackers. Got it.” Dante squeezed her hand before heading to the kitchen. He set the kettle on, rifled through cabinets until he found the box of saltines, and leaned against the counter as the water boiled. His mind wandered back to the thought he’d tried to bury — a possibility that made his pulse quicken. He wasn’t ready to say it out loud, not yet.

When the tea was ready, he poured it into a mug, dropped in a slice of ginger, and carried it back with the crackers. Setting them on the nightstand, he sat beside her, arm slipping around her shoulders. He pressed a kiss to her forehead — gentle, uncharacteristically tender.

“Here. Drink slowly, nibble on these. Should settle your stomach,” he said, his voice low, steady.

Opal lifted the mug carefully, taking a slow sip of the ginger tea before nibbling on a cracker. She moved cautiously, hoping not to upset her stomach further. Dante watched her closely, his usual smirk replaced by quiet focus. When she finished, he gently took the mug from her hands and set it back on the nightstand, not wanting her to push herself.

Sliding both arms around her, Dante pulled Opal against his chest. His fingers threaded through her hair, stroking it in a steady rhythm. He could feel the tension in her body start to ease, the warmth of the tea and crackers doing their job.

“Feeling any better, sweetheart?” His voice was low, rumbling against her ear, softer than his usual drawl. Opal gave a faint nod. “Yeah… thanks.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, half-drowsy from the early morning and the strain of being sick. Relief washed over Dante at her words. He tightened his hold just a little, letting her use him as a pillow.

“That’s good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’ve had one hell of a morning. Get some rest, babe. I’ve got you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, and within moments she was asleep. Dante shifted carefully, lying back so her head rested against him. He stared at the ceiling, his mind circling the thought he’d been trying to shove aside all week. Opal had been sick every day. She’d missed her period. She wasn’t the type to get knocked down by something as simple as the flu. The pieces were starting to line up, and Dante’s pulse quickened. He looked down at her sleeping face, softened in peace. The idea of her carrying his child hit him like a punch — equal parts awe, protectiveness, and a flicker of fear. Dante wasn’t the type to plan, but this? This was different. His hand drifted back to her stomach, resting there with a gentleness that contrasted his usual rough edges. He knew he’d have to talk to her when she woke, confirm what his gut was telling him. But for now, he stayed still, holding her close, letting the quiet moment sink in. For once, Dante didn’t feel the need to crack a joke or hide behind bravado. He just wanted to be here — with her, in this fragile peace — before the world inevitably came crashing back in.

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The afternoon light slanted through the blinds of Devil May Cry, painting the office in muted gold. Opal stirred awake, blinking groggily before noticing a familiar figure leaning against the doorway.

“Elias… hey,” she murmured, surprised. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Elias stepped forward, his expression calm but edged with concern. “Dante called me. Said you’ve been dealing with nausea for a couple of weeks now.”

Opal nodded faintly, brushing her hair back. “Yeah… and my moon week’s supposed to be next week. Where’s Dante?”

“He’s in the kitchen,” Elias replied, his amber eyes steady on her. “Making more ginger tea. He asked me to check in while he finished up.”

He crossed the room and sat carefully on the edge of the bed, studying her face. Elias had always admired Opal’s resilience, but seeing her pale and worn unsettled him.

“Dante’s worried,” he said quietly. “He doesn’t like seeing you knocked down like this. Neither do I.”

Opal gave a faint smile. “Well, you were the one who had my back at the Viperias… especially after I got kicked out.”

She shifted upright, voice low but steady. “All I know is… I helped Dante when that demonic mating instinct hit him. Since then, I’ve been queasy, avoiding smells I used to like, and exhausted. I nearly fell asleep on a hunt.”

Elias listened, his brow furrowing deeper with each detail. Silence stretched before realization dawned. His eyes widened slightly, and he leaned closer.

“Opal… do you think there’s a chance you might be pregnant?” His voice was hushed, careful. Her eyes snapped open fully, the weight of the word hitting her. “Pregnant? As in… being a mother?”

She shook her head, conflicted. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m fit for that. Most of my life was survival — the streets, Angeline’s abuse… I don’t know if I can be a mother.”

Elias reached for her hand, squeezing gently. “Opal, listen. You’re one of the strongest people I know. You’ve faced things most couldn’t survive, and you came out standing. That doesn’t change if you become a mother.”

He held her gaze, voice steady. “You’ve already shown compassion — the way you stood by Dante when his instincts overwhelmed him. That’s not weakness. That’s love. And it’s proof you’ve got more to give than you realize.”

Opal’s breath trembled. “You really think… I could do this?”

“I know you could,” Elias said firmly. “And you wouldn’t be alone. Dante would be right there beside you. So would I.”

Opal exhaled slowly, the weight of his words settling. “There’s… a test for this, right?”

“Yes,” Elias nodded. “A pregnancy test. Simple, straightforward. If you want, we’ll get one. Whatever happens, you’ll have support.”

He stood, still holding her hand. “Let’s talk to Dante. Figure this out together.”

Opal hesitated, then asked softly, “How’s Lady holding up… after Temen-ni-gru? After her father?”

Elias’s expression softened. “She’s managing. Training hard, keeping busy. But the scars are still there. Dante’s been listening as well as I have when she needs it. She’s strong — like you — but healing takes time.”

He offered his hand to help her up. “Come on. Dante’s waiting. Whatever this turns out to be, you won’t face it alone.”

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Opal sat in the bathroom, staring at the test as the minutes ticked by. Her heart hammered in her chest, thoughts racing. Dante was waiting just outside, restless as ever. When the result finally appeared, she covered her mouth with her hand, breath catching. Two bold lines. Positive. She was pregnant — carrying Dante’s child. Their child. She opened the door slowly, the test clutched in her hand. Dante looked up, his usual easy grin faltering as his eyes locked on the result. For a moment, his world stopped.

“Opal… is this…?” His voice trailed off, rough around the edges, searching her face for confirmation. She nodded, tears already welling. Dante’s disbelief melted into a slow, crooked smile — the kind that carried both awe and mischief. He was going to be a father.

In an instant, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. His forehead pressed against hers, his blue-gray eyes shining with emotion he rarely let anyone see. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he whispered, voice thick. “Guess that makes me a dad.”

Opal’s tears spilled over as she choked out, “I’m so lucky… I love you so damn much.”

Dante cupped her face, thumbs brushing away her tears. He kissed her softly, pouring all the affection he usually hid behind jokes and bravado into that moment. When he pulled back, his grin returned, tempered by tenderness.

“I love you too, babe. More than anything in this world… or the next,” he murmured, resting his hand against her stomach. The thought of the life growing inside her sent a rush of protectiveness through him. Then, true to form, his grin turned wicked. “Y’know, they say pregnant women get cravings. Whatever you want — pizza, strawberry sundaes, hell, even demon blood if that’s what it takes — I’ll make it happen.”

Opal laughed through her tears, shaking her head. “You’re such a dork.”

“Guilty,” Dante chuckled, nuzzling into her neck. “But I’m your dork. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Her laughter softened into quiet sobs, mood swinging between joy and overwhelm. Dante found it endearing, brushing her tears away with a smirk. “You crying and laughing at the same time? That’s music to my ears, sweetheart.”

He kissed her forehead, then her nose, before claiming her lips again in a slow, tender kiss. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers, voice low but steady. “It’s a lot, I know. But we’ll handle it. Together. You, me, and the kid. Forever.”

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For the past week, since they found out, Dante has found himself watching her more closely, listening for the smallest sign of discomfort.

Opal sat on the edge of the bed now, one hand resting on her slightly swollen stomach, the other holding a cooling cloth against her chest. She winced softly, adjusting it, “Now I’m currently debating if my moon week or pregnancy is worse when it comes to tender breasts.”

Dante stepped into the room, his boots thudding lightly against the floor. He caught sight of her with the cloth draped across her chest, rubbing her belly, and his usual smirk faded into something softer. He crossed the room and sat beside her, sliding an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey… how’re you feeling now?” His voice was low, steady, carrying concern beneath the casual tone. “I know these past few weeks have been rough — morning sickness, fatigue, all of it.”

His hand drifted down to her stomach, rubbing slow circles against the slight swell. Opal sighed. “Just my body being sore and tender. But from the book Elias gave me, it said it’s normal for a while.”

Dante nodded, remembering Elias’s gift. “Yeah, I read that too. Figures. Doesn’t mean I like seeing you hurting, though.”

“Looks like the little one’s already making their presence known, even if it’s only been three weeks,” he murmured, pride and wonder flickering in his eyes. Glancing up, he noticed the cooling cloth and the way she rubbed her breasts. His brow furrowed. Dante knew Opal had always struggled with her moon week, but this was different. He hated seeing her in pain. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another to her cheek. “Sore and tender’s part of the process, babe. Your body’s doing something incredible, growing our little one. I know it’s not easy, but I’m proud of you. More than I can say.”

His hand drifted lower, cupping her breast with unusual gentleness. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and his frown deepened. “Is there anything I can do to help, my love? I know I can’t take the pain away, but I want to be here for you in any way I can.”

Opal’s lips curved faintly. “Just you being here is alright.”

That hit Dante harder than he expected. Warmth spread through his chest, a deep sense of love and contentment washing over him. He tightened his hold, letting her rest her head against his shoulder, his fingers stroking her hair.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll be right here beside you, loving and supporting you every step of the way. You and our little one mean everything to me.”

He paused, his voice softening further. “I know this isn’t easy, but I want you to know I’m proud of you. You’re the strongest, most amazing woman I know. I feel lucky as hell to have you as my partner in this crazy, beautiful ride called parenthood.”

His hand returned to her belly, resting there with reverence. “Our little one’s lucky to have a mother like you. I can’t wait to watch you blossom and grow with them inside you.”

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As it slowly gets to the second trimester, Opal slept soundly in Dante’s arms, her breathing steady. Dante lay awake, listening — not just to her heartbeat, but something else. His eyes snapped open as he caught it: a second rhythm, faster, distinct, pulsing in time with hers. He held his breath, hardly daring to believe it. Slowly, he slid his hand down to her belly, feeling the gentle swell beneath his palm.

There it was again. Two heartbeats.

A crooked smile tugged at his lips, disbelief mixing with awe. Twins. Two lives, growing inside the woman he loved more than anything. For once, Dante felt tears sting his eyes, the weight of the moment breaking through his usual bravado. He leaned down, pressing a reverent kiss to her lips, pouring all his love into that simple gesture. Opal stirred, humming softly. “Dante… you okay?”

He blinked back the tears, forcing his voice steady. “More than okay, babe. I just… I felt the babies’ heartbeats. Both of them. Strong. Perfect.”

Her eyes widened, shock flashing across her face even as she kept her tone calm. “Little ones? As in… wait. You can hear heartbeats?”

Dante met her gaze, excitement flickering with a hint of nervousness. He squeezed her hand gently. “Opal… we’re not just having one baby. We’re having twins.”

“Twins!?” The word left her lips sharp, startled. She froze, her body stiffening, though her voice stayed measured. “I… guess that explains why I’ve been more tired. Heavier. My body feels like it’s carrying more than it should.”

Dante saw the shock in her eyes, even beneath her calm delivery. He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I know it’s a lot. I wasn’t expecting it either. But I can’t help feeling… grateful. Happy.”

Opal swallowed hard, her voice steady but edged with disbelief. “We were going to see if Elias could help me sense their auras tomorrow… maybe even figure out the genders. He knows I’m pregnant, but twins? That’s… that’s a whole different ball game.”

Dante chuckled softly, though his eyes stayed serious. “Yeah. Elias is sharp, but I bet even he didn’t see this curveball coming. Can’t wait to see his face when he realizes you’re carrying two perfect little troublemakers.”

His hand drifted back to her stomach, rubbing slow circles against the swell. “Still blows my mind. Two lives. Ours. Strong, healthy… and already giving me more to fight for than ever.”

Opal exhaled, her calm tone betraying the tremor of shock beneath it. “It’s overwhelming, Dante. But knowing you’re here… it makes it easier.”

He kissed her forehead again, whispering against her skin. “I’m here. Always. You, them, us — nothing’s gonna touch this family.”

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As morning came, Dante and Opal sat side by side on the worn leather couch, their hands linked, while Elias stood before them, centering himself for the task ahead.

Opal tilted her head, her voice quiet but curious. “I suppose you did this often when you were a butler for the Viperias… before you even met me back then?”

Elias’s eyes softened, a flicker of nostalgia crossing his features. “I did indeed, Opal. As the Viperia family’s butler, it was one of my duties to sense and assess the auras of children they were expecting. I could often determine the gender… sometimes even catch glimpses of their potential.” His deep voice carried a low, wistful note, but steadied as he turned his focus back to her. He placed his hands gently over her belly, closing his eyes. Dante leaned forward slightly, watching with a mix of skepticism and anticipation. The room fell silent as Elias reached deeper with his senses. He felt the familiar warmth of Opal’s aura, Dante’s steady presence beside her… and then, his eyes widened. Two distinct sparks pulsed within her womb. Opening his eyes, the silver speckles in his irises seemed to shimmer as he allowed a small, surprised smile. “Opal, Dante… this is a wonderful surprise. You are not expecting one child, but two.”

Opal let out a nervous chuckle, though her voice carried the shock she couldn’t hide. “Well… Dante figured that out last night when he heard two heartbeats. At first I thought he was crazy, but then I remembered… demons can hear heartbeats from miles away.”

Elias nodded, admiration flickering across his face. “Indeed. Your senses served you well, Dante. It is rare for anyone to detect such a thing so early.”

Dante smirked faintly, though his eyes betrayed the awe he felt. “Guess being half-demon finally paid off in a way that doesn’t involve killing something.”

Elias’s hands lingered over Opal’s stomach, his violet eyes glowing faintly as he focused again. “I can confirm they are healthy, thriving… and as for the genders…” He paused, savoring the moment. “You are expecting two beautiful daughters.”

Opal’s breath caught, her hand tightening around Dante’s. “Daughters… and I’m assuming they’re both half-cambions?” Her tone was calm, but the disbelief in her voice was unmistakable.

“Yes,” Elias said solemnly. “They will carry both human and demonic heritage, much like Dante. Raising cambion children will bring challenges — they will need guidance to understand and control their abilities. But with your love and strength, they will grow balanced, compassionate, and strong.”

Dante’s jaw tightened, memories of his own childhood surfacing. Vergil’s coldness, the endless fights, the loneliness. His hand squeezed Opal’s, grounding himself. “Yeah… I know what that road looks like. But I’ll be damned if our girls go through what I did.”

Opal cupped his cheek, her touch steady. “Then we break the cycle, Dante. As long as we do our best, that’s all that matters.”

He leaned into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “You’re right. With you by my side, we’ll give them a home filled with love and acceptance. A place where they’ll never doubt who they are.”

Pulling her close, Dante wrapped his arms around her, his forehead resting against hers. “I love you, Opal. More than anything. Together, we’ll give our girls the world.”

Opal’s lips curved into a soft smile. “Son of Sparda or not… they’ll be lucky to have a father like you.”

Dante’s eyes shimmered, unshed tears catching the light. He held her tighter, overwhelmed by gratitude and determination. Elias watched quietly, his violet eyes with silver speckles reflecting the morning glow. He smiled faintly, knowing for certain now — Opal had found her happiness with Dante, even if the path had been unexpected.

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The third trimester pressed down on Opal with its full weight. Every day brought new challenges — the constant trips to the bathroom, the heaviness in her body, the fatigue that clung to her like a shadow. Yet even in the midst of discomfort, she found herself smiling as she and Dante finished setting up the nursery in the guest room. Dante insisted she rest, but she caught him sneaking in extra touches, making sure everything was perfect.

They had agreed on a home water birth, honoring her family’s tradition. Dante had gone further, arranging the space with care: the bath prepared, crystals laid neatly beside their bed — selenite, clear and smoky quartz, moonstone — each one shimmering faintly in the warm light. Watching him work, Opal felt her heart swell. Dante wasn’t just preparing for their daughters; he was embracing her traditions, her world, and weaving them into his own. When he turned to her, his blue-gray eyes softened. Pulling her into his arms, he whispered, “I love you so much, Opal. Thank you for bringing light, love, and tradition into our lives. I can’t wait to welcome our daughters into this world you’ve created for them.”

Opal smiled, her voice tender but steady. “Even if you had every right to prepare, all this made me love you even more than before.”

Dante’s chest tightened at her words. He cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “I know I’m not perfect. But I promise to do everything in my power to love, support, and cherish you — now and for the rest of our lives. Our daughters are lucky to have you as their mother. And me? I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling in quiet reverence. The moment was broken by the creak of the shop door and Elias’s voice calling out. Opal’s expression shifted instantly. She felt it — auras outside, heavy and wrong. “Oh no.”

Dante’s instincts flared. He pushed her gently behind him, his eyes narrowing as demonic energy surged through his veins. “Stay here, Opal. Keep our daughters safe. I won’t let anything touch this family.”

Elias entered with the midwife, his violet eyes with silver speckles flashing as he sensed the intruders. “We have an uninvited guest. Demonic aura. Dante, you’ll need to handle this.”

Dante pressed a fierce kiss to Opal’s lips, whispering, “I love you. Stay strong. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Be safe,” she whispered back, her voice trembling but resolute. Outside, multiple class D demons swarmed. Elias’s whip cracked through the air, while Dante drew Rebellion, the sword humming with Sparda’s legacy.

“Don’t let them inside,” Elias barked, lashing out at the nearest demon. Dante’s eyes flashed crimson as he met the charge head-on. Rebellion sang through the air, cleaving a demon’s neck cleanly. Black blood sprayed, but Dante didn’t pause. Another lunged for the shop — he drove Rebellion through its chest, ripping free with a snarl.

Inside, Opal gasped as her water broke. The midwife steadied her, guiding her toward the bath Dante had prepared. “Miss Opal, it’s time.”

Opal looked out the window one last time, watching Dante and Elias fight with ferocity, before bracing herself for the contractions.

Outside, Dante fought like a man possessed. Every swing of Rebellion was fueled by rage and love, every strike a vow to protect his family. Elias fought beside him, his whip cracking like lightning, the two cutting down the horde with brutal precision.

Panting, Dante turned to Elias after the last demon fell. “Why are they after Opal? What do they want?”

Elias’s whip snapped through another demon before he answered grimly. “Mundus. He must have caught wind of your children. His obsession with Sparda’s blood hasn’t died. He wants revenge.”

Dante’s grip tightened on Rebellion, his knuckles white. Rage burned in his chest, but he forced himself to stay focused. “Take care of Opal and the babies. Keep them safe. I’ll end this.”

His Devil Trigger surged, wings unfurling as his aura flared. He launched himself at the remaining demons, tearing through them with relentless fury.

Inside, Opal gritted her teeth, her body wracked with contractions. The midwife channeled the soothing energy of the crystals, guiding her through each wave. Elias returned briefly, placing a hand on her shoulder, his voice calm despite the chaos. “You’re doing beautifully, Opal. Keep breathing. Dante will be back before you know it. Together, we’ll welcome your daughters safely.”

Opal vented, her voice trembling with frustration even as another contraction wracked her body. “I don’t understand… this was supposed to be a day without worry. The last thing I wanted was demons at our doorstep. Why now, of all days?”

Elias squeezed her shoulder gently, violet eyes with silver speckles steady and calm. He understood her fear — this was meant to be a day of joy, not battle. Leaning close, his voice dropped to a soothing tone. “I don’t have all the answers, Opal. But sometimes life throws its worst curveballs when we least expect them. What matters is how we face them. You and Dante are strong enough to overcome anything.”

He paused, choosing his words carefully. “As for why now… I suspect Mundus sensed the powerful, innocent souls within you. He saw an opportunity to strike. But Dante is out there fighting for you, for your daughters, for the life you’ve built together. Have faith in him. He won’t let anything happen to you or the babies.”

Opal nodded, though her face tightened as another contraction hit like a crushing wave. She was close — closer than she had ever been — but she held on, determined to bring her children into the world. The midwife urged her to push, and just as she did, the door creaked open. Elias’s whip was in his hand instantly, but what entered was Dante — bloodied, battered, his wounds already knitting closed thanks to his demonic regeneration. He leaned against the doorframe, chest heaving, his eyes burning with exhaustion and relief. Elias rushed to steady him, helping him toward the room. And then they heard it — not Opal’s cries, but the sharp, piercing cry of an infant. One cry… then another. Dante froze, his heart lurching. He staggered forward, and when he entered, the sight nearly dropped him to his knees. Opal, pale but radiant, cradled two tiny bundles against her chest. Their daughters. Small tufts of white hair glistened against bronze skin, their cries softening as they nestled into their mother’s warmth. Dante’s lips curved into a relieved, disbelieving smile. Opal’s tears shimmered as she looked up at him. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

Dante limped closer, his body aching but his heart swelling with joy. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead, pressing a kiss there. “You did it, love.”

Sitting beside her, Dante wrapped his arm around her shoulders, gazing down at their daughters. Their tiny faces, their fragile cries — it was more beautiful than anything he had ever fought for.

“I’m here, Opal. I’ll always be here. For you, for them. No matter what comes, we’ll face it together.”

The midwife gently lifted the younger twin and placed her into Dante’s arms. Elias’s voice was quiet but warm. “Congratulations, Dante. Two beautiful daughters… and someone like Opal to share them with.”

Dante looked up, gratitude flickering in his blue-gray eyes. “Thanks, Elias. I know I’m the luckiest man alive.” He gazed down at the tiny girl in his arms, his chest tightening with protectiveness, “I’ll move heaven and hell to keep them safe.”

The younger twin blinked, her eyes opening to reveal a gray-green hue Dante recognized instantly. Eva’s eyes. His mother’s eyes. His breath caught. Opal shifted the elder twin in her arms, her daughter’s eyes shimmering turquoise, closer to teal. She caught Dante’s expression and asked softly, “Are you okay?”

Dante nodded, his voice rough with emotion. “More than okay. She has my mother’s eyes. It’s like she is still here, watching over us.”

Opal smiled through her tears. “She does. And the one I have… she has mine.”

Dante’s lips curved into a tender smile. “Strong like her mom, stubborn like her dad. Figures.”

Opal tilted her head. “Do you have a name in mind for the one you’re holding?”

Dante looked down at his daughter, his voice steady but reverent. “Evalynn. A piece of my mother’s legacy. Love, strength, unbreakable spirit. I want her to carry that forward.”

Opal nodded, smiling softly. “It suits her. And Selene suits our oldest.”

Dante repeated the name, savoring it. “Selene… the moon goddess. A beacon of light. Perfect for our strong girl.”

As his wounds finished healing, Selene latched onto Opal’s breast, while Evalynn whimpered, reaching toward Dante’s chest. Opal laughed softly. “Looks like Evalynn’s hungry too. How about you clean up while I feed them?”

Dante chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Sounds good, babe. I’ll be back in a minute.” He handed Evalynn gently to Opal, watching as both daughters nestled against her, their tiny hands touching.

Opal’s tears spilled again as she kissed their heads. “You girls and your father are the greatest gift I’ve ever received. I love you so much already… as much as I love him.”

When Dante returned, freshly cleaned, he paused in the doorway. Opal cradled their daughters, their hands entwined as they fed. His heart swelled, his grin crooked but full of warmth.

For the first time in years, Dante felt peace. Not the fleeting kind after battle — but true purpose. His reason for being.

Dante approached the bed, lowering himself carefully beside Opal. His arm slipped around her shoulders, steady and protective, as he leaned in to press a kiss to Selene’s downy head, then another to Evalynn’s. His voice dropped, rough with emotion but steady, “I love you all so much. You and your mother… you’re my everything. My heart. My home.”

Opal turned to him, her eyes shining, and they shared a tender kiss — a quiet celebration of survival and new life. When Dante pulled back, his blue-gray eyes locked on hers, shimmering with a depth of feeling that stole his breath. They had fought through so much together, endured battles and scars, but here, in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the family they had created. He kissed her again, softer this time, pouring gratitude and love into the touch. Opal sighed against him, melting into his embrace. Resting his forehead against hers, Dante whispered, voice low and reverent, “Thank you, Opal. For loving me. For being the incredible mother to our girls. For giving me a reason to keep fighting. I’m grateful every damn day to have you by my side.”

Opal laughed softly, exhaustion giving way to warmth. “I should be thanking you… for giving me a second chance to trust again, and for sticking with me no matter how stubborn or closed-off I’ve been before being...us.”

Dante’s grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, crooked but full of warmth. Her words hit him harder than any blade. He knew how much she’d endured, how hard it had been for her to open her heart.

His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks. His gaze burned with a love both fierce and tender. “Opal, I’d move heaven and hell for you. Doesn’t matter how stubborn you get — that’s part of what drew me to you. You’re strong, resilient, and I’m honored you trust me with your heart.”

Note: Part 2 is out!!! Jackpot!!