Summary: The seven-year-old Nero just wanted a home and someone who would accept and care for him. Dante was looking for someone who would make this hollow feeling in his heart go away. One-shots about their new life after they finally found what they were looking for. OOC, Parental!Dante, Kid!Nero

Hey guys! Before you start to read these one-shots: I'm from Germany which means english isn't my first language. Please forgive me if I made some mistakes here and there.

The one-shots are all connected to each other but they aren't in a chronological order.

Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry or the characters!

Chapter 1: Bedtime Stories

He could feel these big, blue eyes, that were a few shades darker than his own, staring at him for at least five minutes now. Dante shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but tried to ignore the staring while his eyes were glued to an old motorbike-magazine that he had already read like ten times or so.

He really had no clue how to take care of a child, but it would've been heartless to leave the kid behind, so he took the boy with him and allowed him to stay for a while. Well, that was already five weeks ago and the brat was still here and was now staring holes into him, because he wanted a bedtime story and Dante had said no. He still didn't really know how to act when the kid was around, but he was too nice to dump him at an orphanage and he had to admit that he got kinda attached to Nero. Which was no good. At least that's what he told himself. He was a devil-hunter, it was dangerous to be around him! And kids were expensive. How was he supposed to afford that? Dante shook his head slightly and tried to get rid of the thoughts. Trish and Lady loved the boy, they would kill him (literally) if he would dump him somewhere.

Nero frowned. "Come on, old man!" The kid moved from his spot on the couch over to the white-haired devil-hunter who sat at his usual place with his feet propped up on the old desk. "I said no, kid and now shut it and go to bed.", Dante said as stern as he could and turned his head away from the magazine to glare back at Nero who was now standing right beside him. "And I'm not old!"

The midget was wearing one of Dante's old, black t-shirts again that was way to big for him. He looked even smaller than he already was and the devil-hunter had to suppress a chuckle. What had Dante bought the pyamas for again? He had no fucking clue. Holding a book in his small hands Nero started to pout and waited patiently for the older man to give in. No one could resist his puppy eyes!

Dante sighted, scratching the back of his head with his hand. "Fine, but this is an exception. Understood?", he said while getting up and taking the book from the boy, leading him into his room. Nero followed him happily, he knew exactly that Dante would say yes sooner or later. This was already the third 'exception' this week and it was just thursday. Nero knew how to get what he wanted and Dante was, very deep inside, a big old softie who just couldn't say no.

And so Dante would end up reading one of those cheesy fairy-tales (God, how he hated them...) to the little boy nearly every evening.

But maybe, just maybe he could get used to this.

I know, it's kinda short. Well, it's my first fanfiction ever. Hope you liked it!