⋆ ̊࿔ I don't know what I'm cryin' for. ̊⋆ 

devil may cry 5 || demonhunter!user || after dmc5 events 

̊+‧꒰ა vergil version. & nero version. ໒꒱ ‧+ ̊   

summary: After Vergil and Dante return from the Underworld, you find yourself quietly in love with Dante, cherishing small moments together. At first, he seems attentive, but his growing closeness with Lady reveals where his heart truly lies. You accept your unspoken feelings, stepping back out of respect while remaining by his side, fighting and trusting him. Your demeanor becomes quieter, more reserved, which Dante notices during a late-night mission. Despite the unrequited love, you maintain your bond, silently enduring, understanding that loving him from a distance—though painful—is enough, even if he ultimately chooses Lady over you. 

note: yeah, i like angst soooo fucking much (this can be a bit ooc but let’s hope it doesn’t >-<) and i made this while listening billie eilish – birds of a feather u should listen that too! 

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After the Underworld sealed behind him and Vergil, the world slowly steadied—but your heart didn’t. When Dante finally returned, battered, hungry, exhausted, he still carried that infuriating ease in his smile. You had waited. You had replayed every conversation, every battle fought beside him, every small moment where it felt like he saw you—really saw you.

And at first, it seemed he did. He was warmer with you than before, lingering in conversations he once brushed off, watching you train with a quiet pride he never bothered to hide. Those moments mattered, because you thought they meant something.

But then he spent more time with Lady. It wasn’t sudden; it wasn’t dramatic. Just subtle shifts—inside jokes between missions, shared drinks after long nights, the way they argued only to laugh seconds later. Dante still talked to you, of course. Still asked how you were holding up, still gave that crooked grin that could knock the breath out of your lungs.

But when he looked at Lady, there was a softness he didn’t even realize he had.

You told yourself you could bear it. That loving him from a distance was enough. That losing him entirely would hurt more. You stayed close, fighting beside him, joking when he teased, pretending your chest didn’t tighten when Lady bumped her shoulder into his and he bumped back.

Eventually, you accepted what he never said out loud. Dante wasn’t yours to lose; he had never promised himself to you. His heart just leaned where it wanted, no matter how much yours leaned toward him.

Yet you didn’t leave. You didn’t withdraw. You didn’t break.

Because even if Dante chose her, he still valued you—trusted you—and that bond, however imperfect, was something you refused to let grief destroy.

Loving him quietly became enough. Not painless. But enough.

After Dante chooses Lady, you step back—not out of anger, but out of respect. You still fight beside him, still trust him, but something in you grows quieter. Dante notices the shift during a late-night mission, the two of you standing in the dim neon of a deserted street. He studies you for a moment before speaking.

“Hey... you’ve been quiet all day. You planning on keeping me in the dark, or are you just trying to see how long I’ll stare?” His sharp eyes followed every subtle movement, waiting for you to speak. “Seriously, don’t make me drag it out of you—I know you’re thinking something.”