Sbart2001/ Wolf Chan

okay one last earthspark sceenshots post

Pairing: Dante x GenderNeutral!Reader Note: Sin Devil Trigger Dante fluff drabble with the theme of storms. 

If the Arkham Knight knew that you'd be so against releasing fear gas over the entire eastern seaboard, he wouldn't have let you have nearly as much freedom around his base as he did. He really didn't consider that your moral compass would keep you from staying with him.

He's frustrated, as he tears through the streets of Gotham searching for you. If you wanted him to change his plans, you only needed to ask. Sure, he might have lied about the details, but the two of you could have at least talked before you decided leaving him was for the best.

He doesn't understand how you've managed to evade him for this long. He's checked every one of The Bats safehouses he knows you know about and a few you didn't. So where the hell are you?

"Can you hold still?!" You grumbled, squinting into the dark metallic cavity before you, trying to find that wire you'd just lost thanks to Raiden's sudden jump.

"I would, if you didn't keep messing with the wrong circuits." Raiden replied, sullenly. You sighed, reaching into the maze of wires with a pair of thin tweezers.

"How am I supposed to know which ones deal with your motor functions and which ones don't?" Raiden scoffed in response, casting a sour look at you over his shoulder, but otherwise said nothing. You frowned, finally finding the wire you were looking for and connecting it to what you supposed was the right socket.

It was not.

A horribly loud buzzing sound resounded from Raiden's back before an electric jolt wracked his body, causing him to practically leap off the operating table with a loud yelp.

"Shit!" You quickly reached in with with your pliers and yanked the wire out before it could cause any more damage. The crisis averted, Raiden sighed and sank down on the table, head in his hands. "Sorry, Rai," You apologized, pulling out Doktor's handwritten guidebook and flipping through the pages. "Aw, damn," You groaned, realizing your mistake. "Red wires were for the electricity supply..." Raiden sighed, shaking his head.

"You should have let Doktor do this." You shook your head, reading through the guidebook with a tight, thoughtful frown.

Today was Raiden's weekly tune up, a time when Doktor usually performed maintenance on Raiden's cybernetic body. However, recently, Doktor had been very busy with other projects and didn't have time for the maintenance operation--which was where you came in. You decided that since Raiden was your boyfriend, it was nessescary to learn how his parts worked, so you could not only help out the hardworking doctor, but have a chance to spend more time with your favorite ninja. Of course, since you had little to no experience with this type of technology, Doktor compiled a short handbook describing everything that needed to be done, which things did what, and so on.

You stared at the aforementioned book in silence before picking up your tweezers and reaching into the jungle of wires once again, this time pulling out a thick red wire. After consulting the guidebook once again, you plugged it into another socket; thankfully, nothing happened. You continued carefully rearranging Raiden's circuitry with very few mishaps hindering your progress. At the very most, Raiden's body would suddenly twitch because you pinched a nerve wire by mistake, which was something he really didn't like.

"Seriously, you're terrible at this."

"Shh, Rai, I'm almost done." You replied, plugging in the last wire before closing up his back. "Now, we move on to the arms and legs." Raiden let out a low grumble while watching you pick up a screwdriver. He sat there sullenly and watched as you unscrewed the panels on his legs, popped them off, giving them a quick wipedown with some anti-tarnish polish, then slipping them back on. You did the same for his arms, and when you were done, you headed for his face, which prompted an unusual response.

The mere sight of your fingers nearing his face made Raiden shiver. He stared up at you with his one working eye, unusually pale and deathly silent. Fearfully, he watched as you crossed over to the shelf across the room to retrieve some tools, and by the time you returned, he was actually shaking, his wide, shocked eye lingering on the screwdriver and box of screws in your hands. As you neared him, Raiden shrunk away from you, eyeing you with a cold glare. He didn't like anyone touching his face--there were too many awful memories associated with it. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a while, before you finally spoke up.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Raiden," You said, setting the tools down. "I promise." Raiden sighed, lowering his gaze to the floor.

"Just get it over with," He mumbled, crossing his arms defensively. "And...try not to be too rough."

You nodded, gently taking his jaw in your hand and loosening the bolts that held it in place. It popped off with a loud clank, and you set it down on the table next to you. Acdording to the handbook, you were supposed to polish, then reattach it with new screws. You quickly and carefully cleaned the fake jaw, then lined it back up with the sockets and slid the new screws in. You soon became so absorbed in your work, you didn't realize the tears that were welling up in Raiden's eye.

"Oh shit, baby, did I do something wrong?" You hastily released your hold on him, backing away nervously. Raiden shook his head, a pained expression plastered on his face.

"No, you're fine....just...this stuff...brings back memories." You nodded, wishing there was a way to soothe his pain. "Finish the job," He mumbled, sounding like a dying soldier more than anything else. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

This was, of course, a lie, and both of you knew it. But it was his will, and Raiden's will must be done. Sighing, you took his metal hand in yours and brought it up to your collar bone, allowing him to feel the faint beating of your heartbeat.

"You're gonna be ok, Rai, it'll all be fine. I won't hurt you, I promise." Raiden blinked furiously, trying to force his tears back, but they just spilled out anyway.

He sat there on the operating table, crying silently as you worked on replacing his jaw. Once you were done with your work, you kissed his cheek, wrapping your arms around his torso, eager to comfort him after enduring what must have dredged up memories of a traumatizing experience.

So this was a little something I wrote as an attempt at a different request but it didn’t fit the theme quite right. Just something a bit daft. SFW, Dante x reader

Summary:  Dante’s new devil trigger form definitely took some time to get used to. It may have had something to do with the fact that he took it upon himself to scare the absolute bejesus out of you the first time he displayed his new form to you.

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“Babe…” You grumbled in your bed as you stirred. You could have swore you heard-

“Babe!” Oh what was it now. You heard the incessant shouting coming from downstairs. You turned over to face the door and opened one of your eyes.

“BABE! Shit get down here, there’s a demon. I can’t ahh-” Oh God. You heard a bang akin to small explosion as you panicked and scrambled out of bed. You grabbed your weapons, nearly tripping over your own feet with drowsiness as you slammed the bedroom door open and rushed downstairs.

“Dante?!” As you dashed into the front room of the shop, your mouth dropped open at the sight before you. A huge demon, burning with energy and power floated in the centre of the room. Its wings were spread behind it, displaying its impressive bulk. Your eyes were wide with fear, whatever this thing was, you knew it was too much to handle alone.  

“Dante!” You shouted again, eyes darting around the room trying to locate the devil hunter. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes met with its own, its head now turned towards where you were standing. It exhaled from its mouth causing a puff of steam to form from between its huge teeth. You were glued to the spot in fear. Its whole body slowly turned to face you, your eyes too fixated on its own to notice the ethereal swords form as if from nowhere at its sides. As fast as you realised they were there, they were shooting towards you at incredible speed.  

Your weapons were knocked from your hands within a split second, leaving you completely defenceless. A low grumble from its chest reverberated through your entire being as the demon angled itself in your direction before flying straight towards you. You were unable to even gasp as it hurtled towards you, crashing your body against the wall behind you. The air left your lungs suddenly, leaving you unable to make a single noise, your mouth only hung open as time seemed to come to a standstill. You anticipated the worst as its head lowered to your level, your eyes closing instinctively as you tried to turn away from the heat radiating from its body.  

You felt a hot breath against the side of your face as you awaited the feeling of teeth. Instead, your senses reeled when you heard only a single, guttural word leave its throat.

“Jackpot.”  

Your eyes shot open, suddenly aware of the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you turned your head back to face the demon. The corners of its mouth were raised as high as seemed possible, as all your adrenaline began to change course from flight to fight.

“Dante…” You practically growled his name as your body seethed with rage, your eyes aflame with anger almost as hot as the demon’s body. “I swear to all that is unholy… that if that’s you in there… I will literally tear your balls from your body and shove them up your asshole!”  

The demons body began to rumble, vibrations from its stomach, up its chest, through it throat until… it began to roar with laughter; an unholy noise that would have been terrifying and unnerving in any other situation.  

“Ahahahaha! Oh shit Dante, you’re in for it now!” You heard another younger voice from across the room, as your hands balled into fists.

“Nero…” The malice laced in your voice startled him, as his face slowly appeared from behind the couch, peering over nervously. “You have exactly 5 seconds to get the fuck out of here before I decide to tear your new arm off and use it to-” You didn’t get to finish before he scarpered, the door to the shop slamming shut. 

Your attention returned to the slowly forming devil hunter that was standing in front of you, the scales and horns of his face giving way to stubble and white hair, the same shit eating grin the devil wore moments earlier spreading across his face.

“Gotcha babe.” You saw red behind your eyelids at his words. You ploughed your knee into his crotch, and your fist into his face, before retreating back to your room. He lay doubled over on the floor groaning from the only successful method you knew to actually hurt the man, as his nose bled profusely. You knew it would heal but you had learnt to take satisfaction in any blood loss you could inflict on him.  

Absolutely! Sorry this took me so long, had stuff going on. Stayed up really late on this one

- Of all the things Dante feared, this was at the top of his “worst case scenarios” list.

- He thought he had been careful, enough so that you both got into a cycle he felt comfortable enough with to let his guard down. A mistake on his part, and a terrible one at that.

- You usually worked during the day, tending to the flowers and growing new ones until you closed shop in the afternoon. At that point either he or one of his “coworkers” would pick you up and escort you to Devil May Cry where you would either spend the night, or be escorted home by Dante. Who would stay at your place.

- He thought you would be safe in the daytime, in the public with humans steadily coming into your shop. It made no sense that a demon would choose to attack.

- But then again, he forgot demons rarely did what was expected of them

- With the number of enemies he had, it made sense that someone who get wind of you at some point.

- You, however, never had the thought of this. Your mind was only on his safety, knowing full well his job was dangerous and that he may one day get hurt from doing it. You never thought anyone was to come after you, a part of your naive ignorance.

- It didn’t click until demons burst into your shop, in broad daylight.

- The customers panicked and scattered, some making it out of the shop to find help while others did not. Blood was spilled onto floor and flower petals, horror filling you to the deepest part of your being as you tried to summon vines to protect those who couldn’t escape.

- But these demons were after you.

- You were overwhelmed immediately, dragged kicking and screaming from the shop. There wasn’t even any time to grab your phone and call Dante, the device left smashed on the floor as they took you.

- It wasn’t long before he found out what happened.

- He found it worrying when he didn’t get your text at noon asking how he was doing, but it was the following call that made his blood run completely cold.

- Morrison saw on the news about the shop attack, telling Dante immediately and notifying all other demon hunters in the area. A few humans had died, but you weren’t one of them. Witnesses saw demons dragging you away, through a portal and out of sight.

- To say Dante was angry was an understatement. Devastated didn’t cover it either.

- He was broken.

- Fear, horror, rage, regret, pain. He felt so many things at once he couldn’t stand it, breaking his desk in half with a firmly planted kick. You were taken. His love, his sunshine. He was out for blood, ready to kill anyone who dared touch what was so precious to him.

- Trish, Lady, Nero, Nico, and shockingly Vergil were all within Devil May Cry HQ by ten minutes, rushing to meet Dante and find out what the game plan was.

- Dante, for once, couldn’t get his head on straight. Panicking, knowing that every minute wasted was another you could be dead. How could they find you? You could have been dragged anywhere, hell or otherwise. With your phone left behind, all that remained was your scent, which ran stale after being taken away.

- “We will find her, Dante,” Lady promised, watching as the demon hunter paced back and forth, hair messed up from steeping his hands through it, “Then won’t kill her, not yet. This is about sending a message–they want you to see it.”

- He was not soothed.

- “I want them dead,” He growled, a cloud of steam coming from his lips. He was growing too hot, unable to control his devil trigger form and on the verge of transforming, “They took my girl, Lady. I want them dead. I want her back.”

- But someone had, luckily, thought ahead.

- Nico cleared her throat loudly, drawing all the attention in the room as she fumbled for her bag

- “You dumb fucks better be grateful I’m the smartest of the bunch,” Nico huffed, pulling something out of her backpack and tossing it to Dante, “Remember that hair clip I gave to your little lady a month ago? Made it myself, it’s a tracker I designed on the off chance this shit happened. If she’s wearin’ it, we can find her.”

- Dante could have fucking kissed her.

- He looked at the tracker in his hand, everyone crowding around him to see where your location was. He was half expecting to see the dot on your house, signalling you hadn’t worn the clip that day.

- But it wasn’t there.

- It was on the coast, where the ferry usually took boats to Fortuna. Dante recognized the location, an abandoned warehouse that was half under water from when the Qliphoth tree was still standing.

- He didn’t hesitate, grabbing his guns and starting for the door. The others followed, ready to follow Dante into hell if need be.

- You found yourself tied up in a half-submerged basement, the water licking at your feet as the demons crowded around you.

- To say you were afraid was an understatement–you were terrified, eyes wide and breaths coming in short, unsteady gulps. You had cried already, but doing so only caused one to hit you.

- Your cheek was red, head spinning a bit from the blow. They weren’t gentle, that was for certain. Several parts of your body had claw marks, hair having been pulled more times than you could count. You were scared, you just wanted to go home to Dante and feel safe again.

- You knew he would come for you. You knew that, but the fear was still there.

- “What the fuck are we waiting for?” One of the demons hissed, scraping his claws on the concrete floor and sloshing his tail in the stagnant water, “Let’s skin her and hang her out to dry on the front of her shop…!”

- “No,” Growled another, her voice like ice and blades as it whipped out at him, “I want him to fucking watch me rip her apart. He will come here.”

- You blanched at either possibility, cowering in fear and fighting back more tears. They wanted to use you to hurt Dante, and that wasn’t acceptable. There had to be some way to escape, to get away.

- Doing so would be a risk, but you didn’t want to lie down and lie in front of Dante’s eyes. You didn’t want him hurt by this too.

-The demons were all bickering now, arguing on what to do and discussing mauling and maiming you like it was nothing. You didn’t want to listen to it, you couldn’t focus. Your eyes darted over to the doorway, hair covering your face with your head down as it was.

- You were going to run, it was all you had left. There were seeds hidden in your pocket–if you used enough magic, they would burst into vines to protect you. It was your last chance.

- You waited until their fighting raised in tempo, like they were about to go at each other’s throats. Your fingers reached into your back pocket, pulling out the seeds and gripping them in your palm. When one of them raised their voice again, you sent the magic through, causing a burst of plant life in the room just as you sprinted for the exit.

- Screams of rage erupted behind you, the sound of claws scraping on concrete and teeth snapping through plant flesh loud and foreboding as you dead-sprinted up the stairs. Your heart was pounding, panic filling you as you leapt over as many as you could.

- You had to get outside, if you could get outside you could use more plants. It wouldn’t take them long to rip apart such weak seedlings.

- It wasn’t enough time.

- You could hear them drawing closer, clearing the stairs in a single bound and feet pounding on the floor behind you. Now in the main part of the warehouse, the room large with shattered windows and abandoned cargo containers. You weren’t fast enough.

- A scream left your lips when one slammed into you, pressing your face to the floor and scraping you heavily. It hurt, your face exploded in a stinging agony. He was panting in rage , the pressure of his body weight making it impossible to breath, cracking a couple of your ribs.

- “I’m not fucking waiting anymore…!” The demon hissed as the others caught up, rearing his tail back and slamming its sharp end right through your shoulder.

- Another scream left you, a wail of pain as you thrashed and kicked under his hands. Plant magic flaring, trying to find anything close by to help you, but there was nothing.  Blood was pooling around you, growing in intensity when the creature stabbed you again.

- It was hard to breath, head swimming and vision fading due to pain and blood loss. You were going to die, on the floor of an abandoned warehouse. Alone.

- You were so scared.

- As your consciousness faded, you heard the all too familiar sound of Dante screaming your name.

- The moment he saw you there, pinned down and being impaled by a demon, he saw red.

- Dante exploded into his Sin Devil Trigger form, throwing his sword and nailing the demon right in the chest. It let out a choked gurgle, pinned to the back wall as the other two started to panic, seeing every person who had come to your aid.

- Dante couldn’t stop himself. Seeing you, lying in a pool of blood, eyes closed and pale…he thought you were dead.

- Rage clouded his vision, he fell upon your captors in a frenzy of teeth and claws. He was going to rip them apart, and no one was going to be able to stop him. And honestly? They were smart enough not to try.

- Vergil and Lady crouched down by your body, the brother stone-faced as he felt for your pulse. It was there, thudding weakly but you were still alive.

- “Bloodthirsty fool,” He muttered as he scowled at Dante’s fighting form, shrugging off his coat and wrapping you in it, “She’s still breathing. One of you need to call someone, now.”

- Lady didn’t argue despite Vergil’s rude tone, whipping out her phone and dialing for an ambulance to help you. Explaining the location, circumstances, and how damaged you were.

- Trish and Nico got a first aid kit, stopping the bleeding as best they could while forced to wait. It didn’t take long for Dante to finish off your captors, his chest heaving and shoulders shaking with the force of his rage.

- He couldn’t take it, couldn’t handle what he was feeling. The pain, guilt, grief, and anger. It was too much, threatening to rip him apart and leave nothing in its wake. You were his everything, his sunshine, his life. To see you in that state…was crushing.

- He needed more blood, needed to get the grief out of his body.

- But before he could move, he felt Vergil grab him by the horn, snarling loudly in his ear, “Get your head out of your ass and listen for once. She’s still alive, Dante–get over there before I personally knock some sense into you.”

- Alive?

- He felt the fight snap out of his body in an instant, head turning to see you held in Trish’s arms, bandages wrapped around your chest and Vergil’s coat around your shoulders. You were messed up, cuts lining your arms and legs and cheek ripped up from the concrete floor.

- Dante bolted back to you, falling to his knees just as he took human form again, Trish surrendering you as gingerly as she could while he pressed his fingers to your pulse.

- Alive. Alive alive alive. You were alive. And that was all that mattered.

- He felt like his heart was being split in fucking two, eyes burning and dangerously close to tears as he held your damaged body. You went through something so terrible, and it was his fault. He should have been there to protect you, should have known better.

- Everyone stayed with him as the ambulance arrived, the paramedics allowing him to place you on the stretcher and travel with you to the hospital. The others opted on going back to Devil May Cry to wait, just as worried as Dante was.

- When you came to, a full two days had passed.

- You awoke in a hospital room, eyes opening to see a white ceiling. The room smelled like sterilizer and…flowers?

- You blinked, wincing at the pain it caused in your body as you looked to the side.

- Wow. There were so many flowers in the room. On a ledge by the window, on each bed side tables. , in a hanging basket by your bed. So many beautiful, blooming flowers, each one different and unique.

- You sucked in a breath, sitting up a bit and whimpering quietly at the pain it caused. To be honest, you were shocked that you could move at all–there was significantly less pain than you thought. The wounds on your chest hurt, but they felt…partially healed already.

- Upon sitting up, you saw Dante in the room, slumped over in a chair. The sight of him made your breath catch, tears filling your eyes at the state of him.

- He looked like hell, hair messed up from his fingers running through it. Blood looked like it had been hastily rubbed from his cheek, and his shirt was a bit ripped. It seemed like he had slung his coat on the back of the chair. Had he even moved from that spot?

- He seemed to sense you staring at him, his eyes slowly blinking open and head lifting up. As soon as he saw you awake, he jolted out of his chair, suddenly wide awake as he rushed to your side.

- “You’re awake…!” He breathed, voice incredibly raw and filled with relief. He cupped your uninjured cheek, looking you over anxiously as he added, “You shouldn’t move, you aren’t fully healed yet, sunshine.”

- You leaned into his touch, sighing softly in relief as you mumbled, “I’m okay…I feel better than I did.” Why was that the case?

- Dante seemed to sense what you were thinking, kneeling down by the bed and leaning his head on your lap. You immediately threaded your fingers through his hair, heart squeezing at his actions. He looked and sounded so strung out, absolutely exhausted.

- “Everybody kept bringing flowers in for you,” He mumbled, closing his eyes and letting out a slow breath, “Flowers from your shop. As soon as they brought them in, they started glowing and shit…it was effecting you, and healing you faster.”

- That made sense…you helped the plants, kept them happy and healthy. They were connected to you, full of your healing energy, so it only made sense that they’d return the favor.

- “I’m healing fast,” You murmured in reply, letting out a soft breath, “I’m glad for that at least.”

- Dante didn’t reply, incredibly quiet from his spot on your lap. You blinked, stroking back his hair and trying to coax up his face.

- “Dante?”

- Seeing the tears in his eyes could have broken you in two, so incredibly heartbreaking that you felt your chest ache. You had never seen him cry before, not in all the time you were together. Seeing it now was startling, and it made you ache in a way you never experienced.

- “I’m so sorry,” Dante whispered, tone raw as you brushed the tears away, “I never meant for you to get hurt. Never, darling. Seeing you there on the floor, covered in blood…I just…”

- Your own eyes burned with tears, tugging him up so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

- “Careful, you’re still–” Dante began to protest, but your sniffling cut him off.

- “It’s not your fault,” You hiccuped, squeezing him as much as you were able and squeezing your eyes shut, “I’m okay…I’ll be okay…We will learn from this and do better next time.”

- You were afraid of him getting scared and putting distance between you both. You were afraid of him leaving.

- But he put his arms around you too, holding you like you were made of glass and pressing his lips to your hair.

- “I don’t deserve you,” He mumbled, nuzzling his face to your locks and inhaling the scent of flower petals, “Never did. But I love you so fucking much that I can’t let you go.”

- Hearing him say it like that…wow, your stomach was filled with butterflies.

- He tilted your head, kissing your forehead before pressing his lips to yours. He felt so warm, but he smelled a bit considering how long he sat there. You didn’t mind.

- “We will work on it,” He breathed, kissing you again and again before giving that treatment to your hands. Each word between another kiss, “No one will hurt you like that again. Never. “

- You flushed at his actions, peeking at him from behind the curtain of your hair as you whispered, “That’s all I ask…and…well…”

- “Yes, Sunshine?”

- “…Can I move in with you?”

- Funny you should ask, that was exactly what Dante had planned.

- In the coming week, you were discharged from the hospital and allowed to return home. You were well enough to walk out on your own, wounds healed save for some scars and heavy bruising. You were lucky the marks on your face were fading steadily, there would be no scarring there.

- You and Dante worked out a plan for your shop, deciding to move it closer to town where Devil May Cry was. Morrison had an empty lot he was more than willing to give up, since it hadn’t been sold in years.

- Everyone was happy to see you were okay, welcoming you home with open arms and relief. Even Vergil, who you didn’t expect to see at all, was sitting at the office couch, arms folded and watching you reunite with everyone. You heard he gave up his coat to wrap you in it, the article of clothing drenched in your blood. You reminded yourself to thank him for it.

- A couple months passed before anything felt normal again. Dante rarely left your side for anything, and when forced to he assigned someone to be with you at all times. A bit overwhelming at first, but you didn’t complain. It gave you more time to spend with everyone, including Nero and Kyrie.

- They helped you set up your new shop, which was bigger and better than the last one. The wide, open windows made better for your flowers growing, and the location allowed for more customers than the little corner shop you had.

- And as for moving in…you found a home in the Devil May Cry HQ, finally sharing a room with Dante. Which was…an adjustment, one you enjoyed heavily. Being able to wake up and fall asleep to him every night was wonderful.

- You half expected Vergil to complain about it, but according to Nero when he asked the man about it in regards to the situation, Vergil gave a simple answer.

- “Since Dante became romantic with her things have vastly improved quality wise,” Vergil had scoffed, wearing a small frown and reading a leather-bound book, “While she’s here the office is clean, civilized, with flowers and plant-life growing. Dante is far more behaved and entertained, so he bothers me less.”

- That was good enough for you, at least. You still wanted to be civil, and went out of your way to grow things in the house he would like. Lavender and chamomile, mint leaves and things he could use for his teas. He never commented on it, but you saw him using them often.

- You moved on from the vicious attack, much faster than Dante did. You still felt awful when he jolted awake at nightmare, remembering what happened and checking to make sure you were still alive.

- Things grew peaceful, living together with him. You ran your shop, you came home to his arms and grew closer to everyone in the process.

- In time, the only thing that would show of such terrible memories would be the scars on your chest.