OKAY BUT LIKE FEM/READER IN LABOR TO DANTE'S KID?? HOW WOULD DAT LOOK LIKE?? (I saw one of ur fics and immediately ur my fav writer)
I'M YOUR FAVORITE?! Omg that literally means so much! Okay frens bear with me I've never had a child so I'll so my bestest!
Devils Donât Panic (Dante Does, Apparently)
Dante x pregnant!Reader
Warnings: I've decided that you're giving birth in the shop bc you cannot have a demon child at a hospital muah, Kyrie is helping you give birth because I head cannon her as a Neonatal Nurse, everyone catching strays, cursing
âBreathe.â
âI am breathing,â Dante snapped.
âYouâre not the one in labor.â
âI KNOW THAT.â
Another contraction hit and you grabbed the front of his jacket hard enough that a lesser man probably wouldâve folded immediately. Dante barely reacted to the grip. The panic in his face, though? Priceless
âThis is your fault,â you hissed through clenched teeth.
âThat feels unfair.â
âYou did this to me.â
âTakes two people, babe-OW-okay, alright, fair enough.â You released his jacket only to grab his arm instead as the pain eased slightly.
The Devil May Cry shop was in complete disarray. One of the couches had been shoved aside. Towels were everywhere. Nero had nearly kicked the front door off its hinges trying to carry supplies in fast enough, and Dante looked like he was two seconds away from having a full spiritual collapse.
âYou said we had more time!â he stressed.
âHow was I supposed to know?!â you shot back.
âI had a PLAN!â
âYou donât even plan lunch, idiot!â
âThatâs DIFFERENT!â he points in your face.
"If you don't get that damn finger out of my face, I'm going to bite. it. OFF!" you snapped
Across the room, Nero looked deeply, deeply uncomfortable as he held an armful of blankets.
âIâm gonna be honest,â he said carefully, âI fight demons better than I handle⊠this.â
âYouâre doing great,â Kyrie assured him gently.
Kyrie, unlike every other person in the room, actually looked calm. Competent, even. Which currently made her the most powerful person in the building. Meanwhile, Vergil stood near the jukebox with his arms crossed, somehow looking exactly as composed as always. Which was irritating.
âWhy is he calm?â You pointed at him accusingly.
Vergil regarded you evenly. âPanicking would not improve the situation.â
Dante looked borderline offended. âOkay, well, sorry for loving my wife.â
âI did not say otherwise.â
âYou implied it.â Dante argued.
âI implied you are loud.â
Another contraction hit before Dante could argue back.
âOh okay- nope! forget him- holy shit your demon baby is trying to rip me apart!!â
Dante immediately dropped to your side again. âHey, hey, hey- look at me.â
You grabbed his hand hard enough to threaten circulation. He let you. Actually, correction- he squeezed back immediately, thumb rubbing anxiously over your knuckles while he looked at you like heâd fight the universe itself if it would make this easier.
âYouâre okay,â he said quickly.
âYou donât know that.â
âRight, sorry, bad wording. Youâre... uh... strong?â
âThat sounded stupid.â You gave him a look. âIt sounded very stupid.â
âOkay, yeah, I heard it after I said it.â
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Dante had been unbearable for the entire pregnancy. Protective in the most irritating ways possible. You reached for something on a high shelf once and this man practically teleported across the room.
âI got it.â
ââŠI can reach that.â
âYeah, but what if you fall?â he said.
âItâs a shelf, Dante.â you sighed.
âPeople die from shelves probably.â
you rolled your eyes. âNo, they donât.â
âYou donât know that.â he argued.
And donât even get started on the cravings. At two in the morning, youâd muttered that strawberries sounded good. Dante had crashed through the shop door like a man on a divine mission. Three hours later, he returned dramatically covered in rain, holding up one slightly crushed carton.
âI have succeeded.â he smiled to himself.
Vergil took one look at him and said, âYou appear feral.â
âI went to three stores.â
âYou could have waited until morning.â Vergil said simply.
âShe wanted strawberries now.â he shrugged like that explained everything. To Dante it did.
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Now, though, the reality was finally hitting him. Youâd never seen him this stressed. Not against demons. Not during fights. Not even when he and Vergil nearly killed each other over stupid brother issues. But this? This had him pacing holes into the floor between contractions while Kyrie repeatedly tried to make him sit down.
âDante,â she said patiently, âyou are making her more anxious.â
âIâm not trying to!â
âYouâre yelling.â Kyrie answered.
âIâm emotionally invested!â
âYouâre spiraling.â
âI KNOW.â he shouted.
At one point, Kyrie asked Nero to boil water and he stared at her like sheâd handed him a nuclear bomb.
ââŠHow?â
Kyrie blinked. ââŠOn... the stove?â
âRight. Yeah. Right.â
Vergil exhaled quietly through his nose.
âI share blood with this man,â he told himself. âRemarkable.â
âOh, shut up.â Nero called.
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Hours later, you were exhausted and Dante looked worse.
âYou look terrible,â you told him weakly.
âIâm stressed.â
âYouâre stressed?!â you shouted.
âIâm emotionally supporting you!â
âYou almost passed out earlier!â
âIn my defense, there was a lot happening!â he huffed out.
âYou fight giant monsters!â
âYeah, but theyâre not our baby!â
That shut the room up for a second. Even Vergil glanced over. Dante rubbed a hand over his face immediately after, clearly realizing how emotional he sounded.
ââŠMan,â he muttered quietly, âI really love this kid already.â
Your expression softened instantly. Oh, there he was. Not the cocky hunter. Not the loud idiot. Just Dante. Your Dante. Terrified and excited and trying so hard to hold himself together for you. You reached for his hand again, this time more gently.
âCâmere.â
He moved immediately.
You tugged him down enough to press your forehead against his.
âYouâre doing okay,â you murmured.
Dante laughed weakly. âPretty sure Iâm not.â
âYou are.â you insisted.
Another contraction interrupted before he could answer. Immediately his entire expression shifted again.
âOkay, okay- breathing right- uhhh-â he stuttered through his words.
You started laughing despite yourself. âDante.â
âWhat?!â
âYouâre panicking harder than me.â
âI KNOW.â
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A cry filled the shop, and everything stopped completely. Dante froze. You froze. The whole room just⊠paused. Kyrie carefully placed the baby into your arms and Dante stared like he couldnât fully process what he was seeing. A small head of white hair and tiny vibrant blue irises looking right back at him.
ââŠWhoa,â he whispered.
You looked down, exhausted and emotional and completely overwhelmed all at once. Tiny. So tiny. Dante slowly sat beside you like sudden movements might somehow break reality.
âThatâsâŠâ He swallowed hard. âThatâs our girl?â
You laughed softly. âYeah, idiot.â
His eyes never left her, and for maybe the first time in his life Dante Sparda had absolutely nothing clever to say. He just looked wrecked by love.
Behind you, Vergil spoke quietly. ââŠThe child has your eyes.â
Dante blinked rapidly like heâd just remembered other people existed.
âRIGHT?!â he said immediately, emotional devastation gone in a split second. âDid you see that? Thatâs MY kid!â
Vergil looked unimpressed. âYou contributed biologically. Do not become arrogant.â
âIâm gonna teach her sword tricks.â
âYou will wait until she can stand.â you said.
âSheâs already strong, I can tell.â
âShe is six minutes old, babe.â you stated.
âSheâs got potential.â
You groaned tiredly.
Kyrie laughed softly from nearby while Nero looked like he still hadnât emotionally recovered from the experience. "Kyrie please promise me we won't do this to ourselves."
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