Oneshots Starring: The DMC Crew

Confession (Dante x Reader)

A/N: This doesn't follow the exact storyline 100% perfectly, as there are some things omitted and changed slightly. Thanks for taking the time to read this and I apologize for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

"There's something I need to get off my chest."

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When Dante told you about his newest job that had to deal with the massive looming tree that popped up over the city, you weren't sure what to think. Deep down you knew that he should be able to handle it. He was a legendary devil hunter for a reason, right? He told you not to worry, that he had it all under control and would have Trish and Lady there, along with Nero. It still made you anxious like crazy though. Having Dante as one of your best friends meant that your life was always full of worry as you constantly wondered if the smart mouthed half-devil was okay.

Now was one of those times and you chewed your nails absentmindedly whilst pacing around the Devil May Cry office. He and the others had left several hours ago, yet it felt longer than that as your feet followed the same steps that you'd been walking for nearly an hour. If you paced any longer, you were sure that you'd wear holes in the floor, and instead you opted to sit at Dante's desk. You laid your head down over your arms as you stared at the doors, waiting for them to come walking back in at any moment.

Your eyelids grew heavier the longer you stared ahead, unblinking. Just as you felt them begin to droop, the sound of the doors crashing open jolted you up. Quickly, you stood to greet the group but your excitement quickly turned to dismay as only two of the five seemed to have made it back. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern as you took in Nero's heavily bloodied form, and you reached out to touch his shoulder lightly. He raised his eyes to you and you could see a mixture of anger and guilt swirling within them. You now looked to V, who appeared relatively unharmed.

"What happened?" You asked, feeling a tightness in your chest at the absence of the others, "Where's Dante, and Trish? And Lady?"

"We... seem to have underestimated Urizen." V said slowly as his emerald gaze locked with your own. With each word he said, you felt your heart sinking lower and lower.
"Dante stayed behind to buy some time." You nodded, whilst biting back the tears that were sure to rise. You wanted so desperately to believe with all of your being that he would be alright, he just had to be, and so you held onto hope that was slowly beginning to diminish as the days turned to weeks, and those weeks into a full month.

By now, the city was nearly completely overrun by masses of demons. You made a choice to stay with Nero and Nico; someone had to look after the guy and Nico certainly wouldn't take it as seriously as you would.

"I'm sure he's okay," the mechanic would tell you whenever she caught you thinking about it too hard, "I've heard he's been through worse shit." You would only nod each time and plaster a small fake smile to your lips.

There wasn't exactly much you could do in the
ways of helping Nero or V with fighting the demons, but you would always be there to patch them up if they needed it or to help Nico with whatever her newest project may be. The hours were dragging on as you waited for Nero to return. Nico said she would go out and look for him, saying that you could stay in the van if you'd like. You agreed to her suggestion, and you were now simply sitting in the passenger seat, drumming your fingers on the dashboard. The sound of the door squeaking open caught your attention and you turned your head to welcome the two back, only to realize there was a third.

"Holy shit," you exclaimed as you stood, "is that Lady? What happened to her?" She was knocked completely unconscious as Nero carried her inside the van, laying her down across the small makeshift couch of sorts.