your mine - dante x reader

your mine for the night

you're outside loitering in the city on a friday night when you see dante from the devil may cry series (any dante you want but also if you imagine reboot dante 🤢) who is walking down the street. he's out with his friends because they've already trashed his friends house. they are out for no reason other than to be loud and dumb and to try to pick up women with dumb pickup lines. he's also showing off his hot bod by not wearing a shirt ❤️ just his dumb little jacket.

while you continue loitering outside some restaurants and shops where you're probably not supposed to, you look up to steal a glance at him. he had a confident stance; his shoulders were rolled back with his hands in his pockets. he also had his guitar with him. you stare for too long and accidentally make eye contact. he looks you up and down and smirks. you blush as he excuses himself from his friend group and walks over to you, not breaking eye contact once.

"hey babygirl," he says flirtatiously.

"h-hi.." you stutter un surely.

"are you from tennessee? because you're the only ten i see," he said, winking.

you laugh, surprised that that's the pickup line he chose of all the good ones out there. at least he's cute.

you're honestly just surprised he's talking to you of all people. you've heard stories about dante, about how no devil had survived an encounter with him.

he grabs your chin and tilts it up so you make eye contact with him. "what's your name?" he asks, staring into your orbs.

"y/n..." you mutter, blushing.

"you have very pretty eyes, y/n," dante says, letting go of your chin. "why don't we go someplace fun?"

"depends on where we're going, this better be a good date. where were you thinking?" you ask, crossing your arms.

"i know this great diner, babygirl. your mine for the night. come with me." he says, telling his friends goodbye and walking to his car. "have you heard of the band atreyu?" he asked as he held the door for you. you climbed into the passenger seat. he had a surprisingly nice car for someone you've heard is in debt.

"cant say that i have," you mutter, buckling your seatbelt.

he smiled, climbing into the drivers seat and turning the key in the ignition. a heavier song started playing, and honestly, it was pretty bad.

"this one is called "blow"," he said, "one of my favorites."

you smile, amused by how bad this song was and how genuine dante sounded when he said it was one of his favorites. this was going to be an interesting date for sure.

"oh, and i hope you like pizza and strawberry sundaes, babe." he smirked.

~time skip to the diner~

you're sitting at "dante's booth" as if he came here very often. he ordered his usual, which you assumed was the pizza and a strawberry sundae.

the girl that brought the food to you was on roller skates. she also seemed upset that dante was eating with someone, mumbling something about how she thought he was a loner. you wondered how upset she would be when dante isn't around anymore as she skates away.

"you're pretty mysterious dante. i've heard a lot about you, but who knows if any of it is true." you say, taking a bite of the pizza.

he smiled. "i'm sure you've heard i'm in debt, which is unfortunately true. speaking of which, mind paying for this?" he gestured to the food.

"you're the one that asked me on the date!" you exclaim.

"i'm joking, i'm joking," he said, putting his hands up innocently, smiling. "i can pay with the little money from my last job. they don't pay well."

"i think a demon hunter should probably be paid a lot more than what you do." you mutter, looking up at him.

"i agree," he said, "you might be paying for this meal actually. and whatever mess you make here."

"what do you mean?" you ask, trying your best to sound confused.

"you know what i mean," he says, "and it's a shame, you're cute too. if only i didn't have to kill you."

"dante, it doesn't have to be like this," you mumble. you guys haven't even finished your food. yeah, you planned on killing him, but you were starting to enjoy his company. you were starting to think you didn't want to. you were just another one of his jobs. another job that didn't pay well.

"any last words?" he sighed, pulling out his guns.

"i liked you dante."

"i liked you too, but i'm not so lucky when it comes to girls, i should've known at least one of my dates would've ended up like this," he said, running a hand through his hair.

he lifts his gun, shooting you once, grazing the side of your face. you explode into your demon form, people in the diner running for the exit. you swear you hear someone yell "not again."

"your human form is a lot cuter," dante noted as you wipe the blood from your face.

"cant you fight without the banter?"

"absolutely not," he smiled, shooting again. you dodged the bullet swiftly.

you lunged at him but he was quick and skilled, shooting you multiple times in the chest, blood splattering everywhere.

you fell back, the last of your blood leaking onto the floor.

"you didn't put up much of a fight, huh?" he said quietly, looking at your demon body on the floor. "you did make one hell of a mess though," he looked around, sighing. "hopefully they don't make me pay too much.."

he exits the diner, he was hunched over this time. his hands in his pockets, his head hung. he carried his guitar on his back as thunder cracked in the sky. it started to pour and he looked up, sighing.

"i'm a little heartbroken 💔⛓🚬🥀," dante said to himself, "probably more than what i should be. i just met her, and not going to lie, i liked her. it probably would've paid off if i kept her alive more than the money from this job will pay..."