Omg could u write headcanons of how DMC boys would take care of an injured f!reader (their crush) during a mission?
Just them being so worried and reader trying to calm them down even though she's literally bleeding out? With happy ending of course!
Thanks in advance!! Have a lovely day/night :))
as soon as i saw this i started writing aggressively gdkdhdk
i love u anon thank u for feeding my angst addiction🫶🏻
no Vergil on this one bc it got too long but if u’d like him written as well i can do it separately! also sorry dante’s is so long 😭 i got carried away
The DMC boys with an injured S/O
one minute, you’re fighting with him, back to back against the horde of demons that had gotten the jump on you two
the next minute you’re screaming as the scythe of a Hell Caina tears through your abdomen, the smell of your blood permiating the humid air
Dante’s eyes snap in your direction, just in time to see you crumble to your knees, grasping desperately at your stomach to stop the bleeding.
His heart stops for a moment, his entire world crumbling around him with the thought of losing you in the forefront of his mind.
His eyes flash red, his body becoming engulfed in a fury of scales and demonic fire. You had never seen his Demonic Side so angry, so feral.
he lets out a guttural roar and within seconds the remaining demons bodies hit the ground with hollow thuds, their remains evaporating into the air around you and he’s kneeling by your side, pulling you gently into his arms, covered in demon blood and absolutely terrified.
bloodthirsty devilman is replaced with terrified best friend within seconds and hes grovelling, pawing at your hands to get you to move them so he can see how bad your injury is.
“cmon, please sweet girl, you gotta move your hands for me so i can help, please baby” hes practically begging you, the fear evident on his features while he stares down at your face, contorted in pain and terror.
you move your hands slowly away from your injury, revealing the torn bloodied skin to Dante. he cant help the choked whimper that escapes him at the sight of your broken, gnarled skin.
your vision starts to fail you so you weakly try to reach out to him but it only ends up in your hand gently brushing against his arm to get his attention.
panic really begins to set in now, once he’s realized youre beginning to fade from bloodloss. you try to talk but all that comes out is a hoarse cough before you cringe at the pain it created in your abdomen. “D-fuck,, Dante, look at me-“ you plead, trying to get him to keep his eyes on your face rather than your injury.
his ears are ringing with adrenaline, his hands keeping a steady pressure on the gushing wound as he struggles to keep his eyes in line with your own. “Dante honey, it’s gonn-a be okay i pr-promise,,” you choke out, blood sputtering from your lips as you speak.
tears begin to well up in his eyes and he starts shaking his head frantically, “NO, no y/n you stay with me please, please you cant leave me here- I have so much left to tell you please sweetheart, stay” his head falls to your chest, his sobs catching in the fabric of your t-shirt as your vision fades out completely, followed by your consciousness.
you wake with a jolt, forcing your body upward into a sitting position before even opening your eyes. a searing pain tears through you and you yelp, falling back onto the,, bed you were laying on??? wait hold on how did you get here??? are you dead??
you crack your eyes open and observe the room around you, posters of half naked women hung off the walls and a pile of dirty laundry sat in the corner. a small TV was on quietly on the dresser directly across from the bed playing some shitty sitcom.
suddenly you hear someone rushing up the stairs in the hallway outside of the room, their steps frantic and fast.
Dante rushes in the door and is immediately at your side, helping you get comfortable again, “Woah there, take it easy y/n. you got pretty banged up out there, lets try not to make it any worse okay?” he says it with a joking smile but you can see how strained it is, like hes actively trying to hold himself together.
you smile up at him softly just trying to cheer him up a little. you hated seeing him so stressed out, so scared. you wanted to see him laugh again and make some dumbass comment that would make you laugh too. a soft sigh leaves you before you look down, “im sorry i went and got hurt, i wasnt paying enough attention and it caught me off guard, i really didnt mean t-“ you’re cut off by slightly chapped lips pressing against your own with a fervour you didn’t know was possible
“please don’t apologize, none of this is your fault, angel. i’m just happy you’re okay-“ his voice catches in his throat before he clears it quickly, “i don’t know what i’d have done if i lost you.”
you gesture from him to crawl in to bed with you and he obliges happily, being mindful of where your bandages were as he gently slid his arms around your torso to hold you, burying his face in your neck and sighing happily.
you didn’t feel it at first, so you really couldnt understand why Nero was looking at you like that
you were just out on a walk with your best friend Nero, trying to convince him to come with you to a movie later that night that you’d been dying to see, when a few seconds later a chilling silence had fallen on the two of you as you both watched droplets of blood begin to fall and hit the ground.
you didnt really register that it was your own until your legs started to become weak beneath you and Nero’s eyes widened.
a pair of death scissors hung above you, the haunting masked entity daring to swing at you again now that you were injured. you braced yourself in preparation for the worst, raising your arms feebly above your head before a shot rang out that made your ears ring and the scissors drop right next to your head.
all that remained of the entity was its ugly mask that fell and clattered next to your feet as you struggled to stand. Nero was at your side in an instant insisting for you to sit down.
you shushed him, trying to wave him off as he reached out to move your shirt to see the wound better, “Nero I’m fine, see? it’s not even that bad!” you gestured to the literal gash in your side and he visibly cringed at the sight. okay so maybe it was kinda bad
he gently scooped you up and took off as fast as he could to get you some help, apologizing after every whimper and noise of discomfort you made.
he stumbled into Nico’s van absolutely frantic, yelling for anyone to come help you as he laid you down on the couch and kept his hands on the wound, keeping a steady pressure on it despite the amount of blood that was on his hands.
a few hours later and you’re bandaged up, snuggled in close to Nero’s chest on the couch of Nico’s van while she fixes his newest Devil Breaker up for him, one specifically for when things go wrong with a tiny first aid kit built into the side of it.
he looks down at you and smiles softly before leaning down to brush his lips across your forehead, “i’m so happy you’re okay, dont know what i’d do without my pretty girl” he whispered it so quietly you could barely hear it, but nonetheless it made you smile and tuck your face into the crook of his neck to hide your blush.
V wasn’t really the type to show too much emotion, he was sarcastic yea but he never really let on to feeling much else
so the fact that he had warmed up so much to you was very out of character
you two were paired up by Dante (trying to play matchmaker) to go take out a group of lesser demons just on the outskirts of town and V hadn’t stopped talking to you since you’d left Devil May Cry
not that you minded, the sound of his voice was so relaxing
“Personally, I find Blake’s writing to be more of a window to the inner workings of the soul and mind, rather than the ramblings of a madman like some say. there is reason to his madness that i cant quite put into words-“ he had been rambling about his poetry for about an hour by the time you had reached where the demons were supposed to be
you and V stood in the decrepit alleyway, sharing equally confused looks with each other before shrugging and turning back around to head home
just as you two turned around and you were taking your first steps to leave the alley, a giant weight fell on you from above, pinning you to the ground and causing you to scream in pain. you swore you felt something snap
V whips around immediately, summoning Shadow and Griffin to his side with the flick of his arm and is met with the sight of you pinned to the ground, trying to hold back tears as a giant Riot perched itself atop your body, it’s claws digging into your skin as it held your face to the concrete
“Jesus christ sweet cheeks! Looks like you got yaself in quite the predicament, yknow you could’ve just asked for me if you wanted to see me that bad!” Griffin squawks, but is quickly silenced by the scathing glare that V shoots up at him.
V quickly forces Shadow into action, the inky cat clawing and biting at the Riots face, causing it to lose its balance and fall off of you, giving you a chance to escape
you crawl away from the demon as fast as your body will allow you, crying out at the searing pain in your lower back
V rushes to your side to help you up, his hair now snow white as he’s summoned Nightmare to protect you both while he moves you away from the chaos
his normally stoic features are riddled with worry and something you cant quite read but you assume is close to anger, as he scans your body for injuries, fixating on the growing red stain on your back where the Riot’s claws had dug through your flesh
“V- hey, hey look at me” you gently reach up to grab his face, smoothing your fingers along his chiseled jawline, “i’m okay! i’m gonna be okay, tis but a flesh wound!” you joke, forcing a laugh but quickly stopping when the pain from your back makes your whole body spasm
he tucks your head under his chin as he lifts you and leans his head around the corner to check on the damage that nightmare has caused
seeing that it had dwindled the demon down just enough that he could take the last hit, he gently sat you down against the side of the building and promised he would be back, leaving a chaste kiss to your cheek before straightening and stepping slowly towards the demon, which was now cowering on the ground with it’s tail between it’s legs
as he approached it, he swung his leg back to kick it hard in the face, leaning down to look it in the eye. his eyes much darker than you had ever seen before. you had never seen V this worked up before
he raised his cane and without breaking eye contact, he plunged it down between the flailing demons eyes, “prepare your hearts for deaths cold hand.- he who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.” he spoke lowly, a growl beneath his words.
he returned you as if he had never left, wrapping you up in his inked arms before calling his familiars back to him and rushing off to find you help.
days later you were sat next to him, curled into his side as he read to you from his book of poems, enjoying the rumble of his voice against your skin as he spoke.
bandages were wrapped securely around your torso and you still weren’t in perfect shape. V had to help you walk everywhere and every night he would help you with taking your pain medication with gentle words of encouragement.
V paused his reading to look down at you, admiring the way your features looked when you were at peace. he wanted to stay like this forever, with you by his side.
curious as to why he stopped reading, you glance up at him, and he takes the opportunity to slide his hand up the side of your neck, cupping your jaw.
“if a thing loves, it is infinite. and you my dear,” he ducks his head down, his lips now barely brushing your own, “have all of my love and more.” his lips come down to fully meet your own, melting softly against you.
you sigh into the kiss, your body relaxing even further into his as he pulls away. a smile evident on your kiss swollen lips as you mumble “i am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love”
a blush formed on both of your faces as you revelled in the glow of admitting your feelings to one another
he buries his face into your hair and you swear you feel him smile as he kisses your head.
