A/N: This is honestly my first time posting something like this on here, and Dante isn’t gonna sound right because I’m not really good at writing canon characters, so enjoy. Also, please please please be kind? I’m a bit nervous because I’m posting this. And this is dedicated to all the book lovers out there. Also I don’t own Devil in Winter, belongs to Mrs. Lisa Kleypas. Also…the oc is a body diverse (plus-sized) woman so enjoy!
“OH FOR CHRIST SHAKES!” Brittany Sparda yelled the moment she looked up and once again, there was the fifth mistletoe she was standing over that she found over the course of the day. She sighed, quite irritated that her husband had planted all these mistletoes all over the shop and wondered how many he had-and it not like she was complaining about it. She quite enjoyed getting all those four kisses from him, even though she was trying to figure out where he’d been getting all of them from. “DanTE-“
Dante Sparda came up behind his wife, smirking when she turned around and placed her hands on her hips, making her more alluring than she was, even in her Star Wars Yoda Santa Claus hat that was perched on her head. “Yes?” he asked before looking up and seeing the mistletoe he put up last night when he came home. “How did that get there?” he fake-gasped.
“How did that get there-you know goddamned well how that got there!” she snapped before she pulled him down into a passionate kiss, softly moaning when he wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened it, then pulled back and seeing her lips turn up into a smile, her brown eyes glowing through her purple and tortoise glasses.
“Better?” he asked softly, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb.
Brittany nodded, placing her forehead against his. “How many did you get last night anyway?” she asked as he took her hand and pulled her to the old sofa, flopping down on it first before pulling her down in his lap, wrapping his arms around her. “And how many are there around here? There was one over our bed, one over the desk, another at the kitchen, near the jukebox and now over the door.” she counted off on her fingers.
He shrugged, not wanting to tell her. “A lot,” Dante answered as he ran a hand through her raven black hair, playing with it and wondering how the hell she kept it so soft and neat. “And isn’t it tradition to kiss someone under a mistletoe?”
“It is, but not five times in different places-next place you’d probably put it under the Christmas tree so I can kiss you there.” she answered as she closed her eyes for a moment, looking up and…”Oh no,” she groaned like Phoebe Buffay when she opened her eyes and saw the sixth mistletoe over the sofa. “Seriously, honey, when did you have time to-” but her question was lost when he kissed her again, making her whole entire body freeze for a couple seconds before she returned the kiss.
Dante grinned when he broke the kiss, seeing Brittany’s blissful face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted and her cheeks were turning a bit red as she blinked them open. “You sonofa-you tricked me!” she whined as she crossed her arms over her chest, playfully glaring at him, scowling for a moment before it changed into a smile. “But seriously, you should be a yoldeler, because that kiss, babe, holy crapzola,” she softly moaned before covering her mouth with a squeak.
He shook his head and took her hand away from her mouth. “Don’t do that,” Dante murmured. He liked how she would get shy whenever she moaned when they were alone or out loud, getting a bit embarrassed by it, and honestly it was really cute. “I like that cute noise you just made.”
“Honey, it ain’t cute,” Brittany told him, shaking her head, though her lips were turning up into a smile. “But thank you though.”
“You’re welcome.” he leaned in to kiss her again before she turned her head, and his lips crash-landed on the sofa, groaning as he heard her softly gasp at whatever she saw outside the window.
“Oh honey, look,” she gushed, wiggling out of his embrace and ran towards the window, peering out of the window to see the Christmas lights outside, her hands placed on either side of her face. She waved him over so he could see it too, bouncing on the balls on her feet as Dante went over and looked outside.
“They’re Christmas lights,” he said with a shrug. “So what?”
“Get your coat on,” she told him as she raced to the coat rack and grabbed her red plaid hooded toggle coat and her cellphone, then burst out the door. Dante followed after her, shrugging on his leather jacket and followed his wife as she stood in front of one store, holding out her phone to snap a photo of it.
It was the Wicked Good Books bookstore, one of her favorite places in the world, and it was decorated with clear Christmas lights that sparkled in the night, a wreath hanging over the door. He was confused for a moment as to why she was taking a photo of the bookstore’s decorations when he looked down at her face and seeing the happy, excited look she’d always get whenever she loved something, her eyes sparkling, her round cheeks turning a shade of light red on her ebony skin. It made her look like an angel, and he wanted to kiss her right then and there for looking like that.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she breathed once she put down her phone, her breath coming out in circles. “Why can’t we decorate the shop like-” Brittany started as she turned and looked at Dante, who was smiling at her. “Um…did I do something?”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like you want to kiss me again.”
“Maybe I do,” he admitted before the bell to the bookstore rang out and a couple came out of the store, smiling and holding hands while the blonde woman carried a bag full of books. Dante saw Brittany’s eyes trailing after those books like they were calling to her, like a siren song. “You want some books for Christmas again, do you?” Dante asked her, making her jerk up and look at him.
“I can’t-I’m on a book ban,” Brittany answered, though she knew it was a lie the moment it came out her mouth, seeing him crossing his arms over his chest. “Babe-“
“Are we doing this again?” he knew she was lying the moment she said that she was on a book ban, knowing that somehow a book would be in her hands before he could stop her, and half of their bedroom and the shop was nearly full of her novels that were stacking up. “Because you know you’ll buy more even after you say that.” And god knows she wouldn’t shut up about her “very long and huge TBR list that she needs to read”, even though he didn’t know what the ever loving hell a TBR was. Besides, her Christmas gift was in the shop anyway, and he wanted to surprise her.
“Well…” Brittany stood there, biting her lip as she moved her weight from one foot than the other, her finger tapping the side of her phone as she thought about it. “Okay, I’ll get a book.” She said as she took his hand and led him inside the bookstore, where the bell rang over them.
Inside Wicked Good Books, it was also decorated with Christmas and fairy lights, fake snow on the bookshelves and mini sculptures of Christmas figurines were all over the shop. Frank Sinatra’s “Let It Snow” was playing on the speakers as Brittany nearly twirled around in the middle of the store, almost knocking some books out of someone’s hands.
“Sorry!” she said quickly before turning to Dante. “Dante this is a wonderland!” she breathed as she went over to the Young Adult section to check out the new Fantasy novels they had, but Dante was behind her, steering her away from Kingdom of Ash by Sarah J. Maas and gently pushed her to the romance section. “But…but Aelin-“ Brittany whined he shook his head.
“You can’t get that until you get done with Tower of Dawn,” he tsked, shaking his head as they walked down the Romance section and stopped in the middle of the aisle. “Besides, I think you’ll like this book better.” Dante reached out and pulled out a historical romance novel called Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas and placed it in her hands.
Brittany got confused, furrowing her brows as she looked at the book. “But I already read this book already,” she said as she stared at the cover. Something was very different about it, because she didn’t remember Evangeline having a curvy backside like hers-and she damn sure didn’t remember her having hair like hers-or that she was black. “Um…Dante why does Evangeline look exactly like me?” she asked, looking up at him and seeing that devilish smile on his face. “What did you do?”
“Just read the back.” He said with a shrug as she flipped the book to read the back-and nearly dropped it.
“I’m Dante, Lord St. Sparda. I can’t be celibate. Everyone knows that.”
Desperate to escape her scheming relatives, Brittany Kingsleigh has sought the help of the most infamous scoundrel in London.
A marriage of convenience is the only solution.
No one would have ever paired the shy, stammering wallflower with the sinfully handsome viscount. It quickly becomes clear, however, that Brittany is a woman of hidden strength–and Dante desires her more than any woman he’s ever known.
Determined to win her husband’s elusive heart, Brittany dares to strike a bargain with the devil: If Dante can stay celibate for three months, she will allow him into her bed.
When Brittany is threatened by a vengeful enemy from the past, Dante vows to do whatever it takes to protect his wife . . . even at the expense of his own life.
Together they will defy their perilous fate, for the sake of all-consuming love.”
Tears were in her eyes when she read the summary, her mouth dropping, stammering as she tried to find the words to say, shaking her head to look at him. “How did you…what did you-“
“The owner of this place is a warlock and I asked him to do this for you-and you read it so hard that I thought that you would actually run off with this St. Vincent guy, so I asked him to change a couple things in the book, make us the main characters in the novel and hid it so only you can see it.” Dante explained as Brittany blinked back her tears and looked back at the book, turning it back to the cover as Dante gently spun her around so she could face him, and he could wrap his arms around her waist.
“That..that’s the most romantic thing you’ve done for me,” Brittany said as she looked up at him, her mouth still dropped slightly from her surprise. “I love it-thank you baby.” She cooed as he leaned down and kissed her passionately, as “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” by Burl Ives popped on the speakers.
“Come on-let’s go home and let your Devil show you how much he loves you.” Dante purred as he paid for the book and the two went home, but not before he stopped in front of the shop and clapped his hands.
Like magic, the shop was flooded with Christmas lights that twinkled in the night, a wreath sitting in the middle of the sign, and the Christmas tree lighting up in the window. “Merry Christmas, babe.” Dante murmured as he heard her gasp once the shop was lit up. It was also part of her surprise since she was always hellbent on making the shop Christmassy since they were together.
“You read my Christmas list,” Brittany said as she was picked up bridal style by her husband and he walked inside, kicking the door closed and kissed her again, taking his time and making love to her on the old sofa, hearing those sweet, angelic sounds she made throughout the night.