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icycoldninja · 11 hours

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Then sleep (V x Reader angst)

A lump seemingly glued to the inside of your throat, you walked briskly down the sidewalk, headed towards the hospital, eager to see V again. After defeating Urizen and destroying the Qliphoth and whatnot, V had remained separate from Vergil, allowing the two of you to enjoy life together, without the burdens of his degradation--or so you thought.

He'd barely gotten to live one year before problems began to arise. It appeared that no matter what, V was doomed to waste away from the very beginning of his short life. His normally soft and silky smooth skin began to crack once again; movement and breathing became increasingly difficult until you were forced to take him to a hospital, where he sat to this day, strapped to a million beeping machines.

As you approached his room's door, anxiety and fear began to build up in your stomach. Every day it was like this. Every day, you dreaded opening that door because you were afraid you'd find a corpse within, just like every night you feared leaving because you worried each time V said goodnight was the last.

Crossing your fingers, you sucked in a deep breath, knocked on the door three times, waited a second or two, then entered. The first thing you saw was V's skeletal figure underneath thin sheets, wearing a hospital gown nearly 2 sizes too small; his gaunt, yet beautiful face turned towards the door. Upon seeing you enter, his chapped lips curled into a sweet, yet painful-looking smile.

"Hey, V," You said, shutting the door and striding over to kiss him.

"Wanderer," He sighed, voice barely above a whisper. "I've missed you."

"Me too," You chuckled, sitting down on the flimsy plastic chair at his bedside. You watched as he turned his attention to the open window nearby, his bony chest rising and falling dramatically with each labored breath. Beside him, the electrocardiogram beeped steadily, showing that at the very least, his vitals were normal. On the small table at his bedside were a bunch of get well cards, balloons, and plushies that bore strong resemblances to his familiars--gifts from your friends, and you.

"Hand me Griffon, please." V suddenly muttered, weakly pointing to the table.

"Sure thing, hold on." You reached over and handed him the stuffed animal, watching with sorrowful fondness as he clasped it to his chest with all the strength he had left.

"...Shadow and Nightmare too?" You nodded, handing him the requested toys and helping arrange them around his pillow. After you were finished, you placed a loving kiss on his cracked forehead, smoothing his hair in place as you did so.

"Tired?" You asked, noting the sleepy way he blinked. His dark green eyes looked bloodshot and lifeless, contrasting with his ghostly pale skin. Speaking was taxing on the poor man, so V answered you with a simple nod. You smiled at him, taking his thin hand and gently peppering it with kisses.

A few moments later, you heard V speak again in that raspy, barely auditable voice he always seemed to speak in now.

"Will you read to me?" He sounded so desperate and weak, it scared you.

Pressing a kiss to his hand once again, you nodded and reached for the copy of William Blake's poems, which he kept on the table along with the gifts from everyone else. Still holding onto his hand, you opened the book and propped it up on your lap before slowly, carefully, and somewhat theatrically reading one of the passages, though it was very clear you could never read it as well as he did. Despite this, having you around, even if what you were doing was trivial, comforted V, as he didn't want to be alone, especially not now, when the threads of life were quickly slipping from his grasp.

"Wanderer," He whispered, slender fingers tiredly motioning for you come closer.

"Yeah, sweetie?" You asked, setting down the book and edging closer.

"I feel so tired," He told you, a tinge of fear in his voice.

"Then sleep." You advised, caressing the back of his hand.

"I don't want to." He said, listlessly.

"Why not?" You knew the answer to your own question; it was reflected in his tear-filled eyes.

"Because," He gasped, "I might die in my sleep."

"No you won't, silly," You chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You'll be fine, I'm right here watching you."

"You will stay with me?" V pleaded, voice brittle.

"Of course, baby," You assured him, now massaging his palm. "I'll be right here until you wake up." Seemingly content with this, V nodded.

"I love you," He croaked, bloodshot green eyes lingering on you for a moment.

"I love you too, V," You replied, smiling. "Sweet dreams." Nodding languidly, V shut his eyes, appearing to fall asleep.

True to your word, you stayed with him throughout the entirety of his slumber, never leaving him once; not even after he stopped breathing and the electrocardiogram flatlined.

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icycoldninja · 13 hours

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Hello! Are You familiar with game of thrones? If not you can ignore this but if you do Can you write a dmc boys +v with a Daenerys like s/o? She has 3 dragons and is immune to fire plus she is an awesome badass queen, but in this case since the dmc world is more modern times she can just be a queen from a far kingdom that is also modern like and happened to meet the guy in her travels.

Sup? Hope you're well! No, I'm not familiar with Game of Thrones, but I can work with what you've given me. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Sparda boys + V x Daenerys-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-So, you're a mighty queen from a distant kingdom? Dante never thought he'd be meeting royalty, but here he is.

-When he sees your dragons, he freaks. He didn't think those even existed, let alone be standing right in front of him. Then he remembers he and his brother are half demons with magic demon swords, so maybe it's not all that unusual.

-Thinks it's so cool that you're immune to fire--so is he! Now you have something in common.

-He'd love to visit your kingdom someday, if you're willing to take him.

-Bonus points if you let him ride one of your dragons; he's always wanted to soar through the air on a scaly dragon's back, even though he can fly on his own.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil wasn't too impressed at first. So what if you're royalty? There's plenty of that around.

-Then he sees your three dragons and thinks to himself, damn, if she can tame three of those terrifying beasts, she must be full of POWER.

-After this, Vergil decides it may be in his best interest to get to know you a little more, and in the process, learns about your immunity to fire.

-Now, this is very good because it means you can help him beat up his literally fiery brother whenever the need arises.

-Also wants to visit your kingdom to see if there any ways to get POWER and MOTIVATION there.

-However, do not, under any circumstances, make him ride your dragon. He isn't too fond of riding on animals, and besides, he can fly on his own.

□ Nero □

-Nero is indifferent to your royal lineage, but he thinks it's great that you, as a queen, get time to travel. It seems he's under the impression that all kings and queens are confined to their kingdoms and never allowed to leave.

-He immediately hits it off with your dragons; for some reason, they like him, and for an even stranger reason, he likes them.

-Your fire immunity makes you the perfect person to call whenever he wants to have a barbecue. No one ever needs to worry about getting burnt by the fire because you're around to deal with it for them.

-Nero isn't too fond of travel, so it's highly unlikely he'll visit your kingdom, but if you ask nicely and maybe bribe him with affection, he'll give in.

-Loves riding your dragons for two reasons: 1), it's fun, and 2), it saves more time because unlike his father and uncle, he can't keep up his Devil Trigger for very long.

● V ●

-Is very surprised that a fair and beautiful queen such as yourself is wandering so far from home. Should you not be within your palace, governing your subjects?

-Your badass-ery soon answers his question. The way you command everyone's attention and generally just run the place is inspiring.

-That, added to your 3 awesome dragons, only serves to impress him further.

-V gets along very nicely with your dragons, as do his familiars, when they are around. He's an experienced pet owner himself (kinda) and is more than willing to trade tips and tricks with you.

-Would absolutely love to visit your kingdom someday; the scenery, regardless of what it may be, will surely inspire his writing spirit.

-Wants to ride your dragon too. He's used to riding Nightmare and Griffon, so it won't be much of an issue for him.

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icycoldninja · 13 hours

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I have like this idea so here me out: DMC 4 Dante x Fem reader where due to the fact that her family does not like Dante she left/ ran away to be with them but after there maraige she became pregnant but then she needed (was forced) to go to a family event (she has not seen them in years) and unleashes the fact she is pregnant with the grand daughter of Sparda (by mistake and Dante is not there)

Oh yes!! Here ya go and enjoy 💜

Badass baby (DMC4!Dante X Fem!Pregnant!Reader)

A few years ago, you attempted to introduce your boyfriend, Dante, to your parents. Their reactions were very dramatic, to say the least. For some unexplainable reason, your folks hated Dante the moment they laid eyes on him. They were glaring and staring him down all throughout dinner, and the second he left, they pulled you aside and told you he was trouble, and that staying with him was folly. Naturally, you disregarded everything they said and continued to date him, secretly.

Then one day, somehow, probably by spying on you, your parents discovered you were still with that "loser" and attempted to force you to cut contact with him. Your response? To run away with said "loser" and get married at 2 A.M. at Devil May Cry with Lady as your witness and Morrison as best man. The next few years that followed had to have been the best years of your life. Both of you were happy, truly happy, as you were glad to be spending so much quality time with the loves of your lives, with absolutely no one to get in your way.

Your joy only grew into elation the day you discovered you were pregnant with Dante's child.

"The grandkid of Sparda!" Dante had shouted, lifting you into the air and spinning you around. "And more importantly, my baby!"

It was clear the two of you were ecstatic over the discovery of your pregnancy; more than eager to become parents. You debated whether or not you should tell your family the news, just to screw with them, but Dante advised against it, saying that "those pains in the ass don't deserve to know", and that it'd be better to raise your child without their interference. You agreed, and all was well, until Dante left for a mission and your parents showed up on your doorstep all on the same day.

Without Dante around to guide you, you didn't know how to respond to them, and were easily pressured into going with their demands. They wanted you to attend some stupid family event at a relatives house for reasons you didn't care enough to remember. Since you were a complete, fumbling doormat without Dante as your backbone, you gave in and let them drag you off to their dumb gathering, though you were tense and afraid the entire time.

When you got there, you were overwhelmed with a whole bunch of distant, unimportant relatives whose names you never cared enough to remember. The swarm of people, as well as your domineering parents, urged you to socialize some more; to mingle and get to know everyone there. You refused, attempting to withdraw to another room or perhaps hide in the corner, but your eagle-eyed parents sought you out and forced you to talk with the others. You were understandably terrified out of your mind, as well as filled with a sense of loathing for those who brought you here, making small talk a very difficult thing to do. Your quivering nerves, pressured mental state, and general anxiety caused you to spill too much tea when your mother, in an attempt to keep the conversation going, asked how your personal life was going.

"Doing fine, I guess. I just found out I'm pregnant." You blurted out, without thinking. You'd only just realized what you had revealed when your parents exploded into thunderous rage. The sky and ground appeared to tremble under their fury; the wind outside picked up and the clouds deserted for fear of their anger. You were quickly reduced to a trembling, teary-eyed wimp within seconds of their outburst.

"WHAT?!" They screeched, in unison. "THAT DEMON-SPAWNED MANWHORE GOT YOU PREGNANT?! HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN?!" You honestly didn't have words. What were you supposed to say anyway? They already despised Dante and you, for running away with him. Nothing you could do or say would change their minds, making you question for the first time why they'd even brought you to this gathering in the first place.

As you turned to the other people in the room, your parents' true intentions came to light. Nearly everyone within a 20-foot radius of you was filming everything with their phones, wide grins on their faces. It seemed you were brought here to be humiliated, one way or another.

Tears of shame and anger now streaming down your face, you stood, turn, and ran, not stopping until that insignificant relative's insignificant house was out of sight.

Dante came home a few hours later and found you crying in your bedroom, wrapped tightly in a blanket.

"Aw, baby," He sighed, slowly shuffling closer to you. "What happened?"

"Nothing," You lied, failing miserably at it.

"Don't think you can trick me, sweetie," Dante chuckled, lifting you into his lap. "Now what's wrong? Pent up stress ain't good for the baby."

"I...well...my parents showed up while you were gone--I don't know how they found our address. They kinda scared me with their sudden appearance and without you...I'm like a mouse. I caved. I couldn't help it."

"What'd they make you do?"

"Go with them to this dumb family gathering in the middle of nowhere. Everything was so sudden and I was so nervous...I kinda revealed my pregnancy without thinking."

"Aw, baby," Dante sniggered, kissing your cheek. "Why are you crying about that?"

"Cause afterwards my parents started screaming at me and everyone was filming, and I bet they're gonna post it online and--" You were cut off by Dante, who forcefully shut you up with a firm kiss to the lips.

"Shh, don't worry about any of that. So what if they know? So what if they post it? You're gonna give birth to the most badass baby in the world and they got the honor of being the first to know."

That was true. Dante's words, combined with continuous kisses, served to cheer you up almost immediately, and even when you saw the video of you shaking while being shouted at swimming around on YouTube, you didn't care. Your mood wasn't affected, because you knew Dante was right; those people should have been honored to be among the first to hear you were pregnant with a soon-to-be badass baby.

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Living his best life (Dante X Fem!Reader fluff)

A/N: Sequel to this fic here. @altissia-09, you might be interested 😁

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"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Dante let out a small laugh as a sweet, smiling little girl ran up to him, arms spread wide, mouth even wider in a big, silly grin.

"Hey there, princess!" He replied, lifting her into the air. "What are you doing?"

"I wanna play!" Your daughter cried, kicking her feet happily as she was spun around a few times.

"OK, what do you wanna play?" Dante replied, setting her down. Your daughter ran to her toy box and pulled out a small nerf gun.

"Shooting range!" She declared, happily.

"Alright!" Dante responded, echoing her enthusiasm. The two then marched towards the door, passing you, who happened fo be cooking in the kitchen, in the process.

"And just what are you two goobers doing?" You asked, teasingly.

"We're gonna play shooting range," Your daughter exclaimed, raising her toy gun into the air. "Jackpot!" Dante chuckled at his child's increasing imitation of himself; you rolled your eyes.

"Alright, have fun, you two," You said, laughingly. "And don't forget to be back in time for dinner."

"When is dinner?" Asked Dante.

"Yeah, when is dinner?" Chimed in your daughter.

"At 6. Don't be late, ok?"

"We won't," Dante promised, leaning forward and planting a kiss on your cheek. "Alrighty, come on then, D/N! We're gonna shoot some soda cans!"

"If we have time after, can we visit Uncle Vergil?" Your daughter inquired, as she headed for the front door.

"Uhh..yeah, sure, why, though?" Dante asked, bemused.

"I wanna shoot him!" Replied your daughter, with a grin almost as devilish as Dante's.

"Hell yeah, that's what I like to hear!" Dante cheered, ruffling your daughter's hair.

"Language, Dante!" You called from the kitchen, shaking your head after the two lovable morons left the house. Those goofy dingbats. You loved them so much.

Dante loved you and your daughter too; looking back on that day several years ago, when you tearfully announced your pregnancy on the doorstep of Devil May Cry, Dante was so glad that he'd chosen option B, cause now he was living his best life, and he couldn't be any happier.

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icycoldninja · 2 days

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here is an idea: DMC 3 Dante x Fem hunter reader where they are dating/demon hunting partners, she falls pregnant and dose not know until when she is on a mission and she goes into labor meaning her BF (Dante) needs to deliver there baby and comfert her (example: calling her a good girl and praising her) away from the demons

OK first of all let me just say something real quick--there is physically, scientifically, and biologically no way you can get pregnant and be completely oblivious about it until labor. What about missing your period? What about hormonal and weight changes? What about pains, aches, and cramps? What about the extremely noticeable tummy growth? This whole thing is gonna be ridiculously illogical, but I'll still do it. Enjoy. 💜

Sudden labor (DMC3! Dante X Fem!Pregnant!Reader)

You and Dante had been dating for a few years now, being loyal partners both in regards to your relationship and to your job. You hunted demons together by day and passionately made love to one another by night.

One day you two sent out together on a mission to exterminate a massive clan of demons that had taken a liking to a particular forest not too far from a moderately populated city. You and Dante were doing just fine at first, relentlessly chopping down and shooting holes through creatures without end. Everything was going perfectly well, until suddenly, you felt a sudden and sharp pain shoot through your stomach. It wasn't a stomachache, it wasn't period cramps, it wasn't like anything you'd ever experienced before. It was so painful, it brought you to your knees. You dropped your weapons, collapsing onto the ground, crying out in pain. Dante heard you, and fearing that you'd gotten attacked, rushed to your side in an instant.

"Babe, what's going on? You alright?" He asked, worriedly.

"I--I don't know! It hurts...everything hurts!" You suddenly became aware of something runny trickling down your legs, and you looked down, only to find a mixture of blood and other fluids leaking out of your privates. "What the hell?!" You shrieked, fearfully. "What's happening to me?!"

"It looks like you're in labor!" Dante screamed. "How did--?! What--?! How the hell is this possible?! How come we didn't realize you were pregnant before?!"

"I don't know!" You replied, panting heavily. "What do we do?!" Dante answered you by scooping you up and carrying you to a location far, far away from the (slowly dying) demons and carefully set you on the ground. After removing your bottoms and taking a quick glance at your contracting vagina, he realized there was no time to get you to a hospital. You'd have to give birth here.

"OK," Dante began, taking deep breaths. "Uhh...push. Yeah, push. That's how you deliver a baby, right? Push!" You nodded, and though the pain was intense, you grit your teeth and pushed through as hard as you could.

"Good job," Dante encouraged, patting your shoulder with trembling hands. "You're doing great. Keep going. Stay strong. You're ok. Good girl--you're doing alright. Keep pushing." You could tell by his frantic, stammering speech that Dante was just as terrified and anxious as you were, given the sudden nature of all this, but he did his best to stay calm and collected so you could have someone to lean on.

Confused, frightened, and in so much pain, you continued pushing hard, and eventually heard a hollow pop, followed by a small cry.

"Oh my God!" Dante shouted, diving down to scoop up the baby that had just slid out of your uterus. "You did it, babe! You--you gave birth! You gave birth!" You let out an exhausted chuckle, flopping back against the ground with a sigh. Your newborn baby cried and failed about in Dante's arms, making him smile. Even though it was under really strange circumstances, you two now had a baby! Hooray!

"Is...is it a boy or a girl?" You asked, gratefully sucking in deep breaths of air.

"Y'know what?" Dante replied, sounding unsure. "I have no freaking clue. Let's go to the hospital and ask the doctors."

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icycoldninja · 3 days

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"fake relationship

either you're good at lying, or you lie a lot but suck at it. you're not very honest with yourself and others about your feelings. you're kind of wishy washy and scared to go for what you want. maybe you don't even know what you want"

Lol, the first and second parts are pretty accurate, not gonna lie.

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icycoldninja · 3 days

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Hey, new to your account, read through your DMC writing... I wanted to make a request.... don't think of me as weird 👀👀....but yeah, sorry if it's too long, I will feel so lucky uf you do it, so here it goes. Dante is my ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

DMC5 Dante and a very innocent female reader (in her 20s). Dante and her met when she got some demon problems and police suggested she visit DMC, and Dante helps, when she tries to pay him, Dante just casually says buy me dinner or something, she bakes him a strawberry shortcake and Pizza, as a thank you, as she knows how to bake. This becomes lil regular as the girl loves to bake and this man can eat.She eventually starts to like and love Dante. Dante loves her too...she is everything he lacks in his life sweet, serene, innocent and kind, full of humanity he loves so much. His demon takes liking to her in an instant, in every way. But Dante keeps trying to push her away, since he fears he will just destroy and ruin her like his mother was after loving Sparda, the price to pay for loving a Sparda bloodline is high.

Though eventually, her persistence and kindness toward him is starting to wear off his patience. He tries to distract, but he just wants to be with her once. Or so his demon said. And then it happens...Dante takes precautions and afterwards acts like a jerk to send her off for her own good. But the reader after all the precautions still falls pregnant and let Dante know she wants this, how will Dante react and what will everything be like if Dante chooses to stay for birth or not too..

I know it's too long, so you can totally choose to not do it.

Thank you, 😅😅😅😅

Hey, you're not weird, I swear. I've cooked up more complex ideas in my head at 3 A.M. lol. And don't worry, detailed requests are like solid outlines. Hope I did it justice, please enjoy. 💜

The best decision of his life (Dante x Fem!Reader angst/NSFW)

For over a year at this point, you'd been experiencing paranormal activity going on in your house. Laughter, whispers, and sometimes even loud shouts could be heard echoing through the walls, specifically at nighttime. You originally thought you were hallucinating or your imagination was going wild, had a pest problem, a reoccurring intruder, or something of that sort, but no matter how many times you searched your home, you found nothing.

Then, one night, a demon tried to strangle you in your sleep. There was no mistaking it, that thing was a demon for sure. It was big, foul-smelling, fanged monster, whose meaty, taloned hands were mere inches from your vulnerable neck. Screaming, you leapt from your bed with adrenaline induced speed, and rocketed out the door.

You arrived at your local police station some time later, and after shakily explaining your situation, the officers there handed you a grease-stained index card with an address scribbled on it.

"Go there," They said, patting you on the shoulder and directing you towards the exit. "There's a guy there who specializes in your kind of problem."

And that was how you ended up standing in front of the door to Devil May Cry, your hands clasped tightly together as you awaited for the owner of this surely respectable establishment to answer your knocks.

You'd expected to come face to face with a serious, grizzled old private eye, possibly one with a cigar, leather-bound notebook, or some kind of intimidating aura around him like in the movies. What you got was a middle aged dude holding a half eaten pizza slice, a wide and goofy smile on his face.

"Heya," He'd said, hastily shoving the rest of the pizza into his mouth. "Can I help you?" You swallowed hard, then nervously recounted your encounter with the terrifying demon. Dante listened to your story quite patiently, chewing furiously the entire time. When you were done, he pulled a bottle of soda out of his back pocket (which had to be a portal to another dimension) and downed the whole thing right in front of you. After chucking the crushed up can at a nearby garbage can and missing, he drew two beautifully crafted pistols and started marching down the road.

"Umm...where are you going?" You inquired, hurrying after him.

"To your place to deal with the demons," He replied, smiling. "That is what you want from me, right?"

"Well...yes...but...do you even know where I live?"

"I don't, now go on and lead the way."

30 minutes later, you and Dante stood outside your now demon-free house; the pistols in his hands still smoking, your nerves still quivering after witnessing him shoot and slice the horrid beast until it was naught but a pile of ashes.

"Thank you so much," You told him, taking in deep breaths to steady yourself. "How...how can I repay you?"

"Nah, don't sweat it," Dante chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "This one's on me."

"What?" You exclaimed, incredulously. "But...I have to repay you! It just wouldn't be right if I didn't!"

"Nah, that's really not necessary, kid, thanks for offering, though," Dante replied, stowing his weapons and daunting away.

"No!" You protested, hurrying after him. "I will repay you, anyway you want." Dante met your eyed, and seeing the sheer determination shining within, caved.

"Fine," He sighed. "Just...uhh...buy me dinner or something."

And with that, he strolled away, humming a quiet little tune. Several questions may now come to mind, the most promenient of which being why Dante, the perpetually indebted devil hunter, refused payment and instead asked for food. Surely cash up front would be worth more than a single meal. Well, the truth was, Dante just didn't feel like charging a pretty girl like you, especially since you'd had such a terrifying experience with that demon. He'd let this one go, for now--and besides, it wasn't like you were loaded with cash or anything. He could always get money from another customer, maybe one who was less of a sweetheart.

The literal last thing Dante expected was to open his front door the following afternoon and find you on his doorstep with a freshly baked strawberry shortcake and a homemade pizza. Dante never expected this, not in the history of his entire existence. Someone whom he just met the previous night had showed up to his place of residence with a freaking feast in hand. Why?

"What's all this for?" He asked, as you headed in to set the food down on a nearby table.

"You," You answered, brightly. "You said I could pay you by buying you dinner, and so I am. Here's your dinner." You gestured to the cake and pizza with a smile.

"Oh, well, thanks. Had no idea you could cook."

"You'd be surprised," You chuckled, plating the pizza and handing it to him. Dante graciously accepted the food you brought, wolfing it down in a matter of seconds. He was grateful, even more so when you returned the next day with a big basket of cookies. Eventually, bringing Dante food became an almost daily tradition, for two reasons. One, you loved putting your culinary skills to the test, and two, you loved to see the man's face light up whenever you walked through his door with a fresh batch of home-cooked goodies.

Yes, you were in love, quite deeply too. The startlingly messy devil hunter who'd took up your request in the middle of the night was now the apple of your eye; nearly everything you did in the kitchen, you did in his name. Making him happy was now your hobby, and since the only way to do that was through food, you devoted all your time to baking and cooking for him. Dante was in love too, though he kept his love contained to smiles, jokes, and hearty laughter. He'd never experienced this kind of care and special attention since his mother died; someone so sweet and nice bringing him food he likes and spending time with him afterwards made his day, more than anyone could possibly imagined. Dante loved you more than you loved him, because his human side wasn't the only part of him that had taken a liking to you. His demon side had fallen firey-head-over-flaming-heels as well.

It expressed its feelings for you late at night, as Dante tried to sleep. Thoughts swam through his brain, filling it with various comments about you, and about everything his inner demon wanted to do to you. Dante told it to shut up, to go away, to quiet down and let him sleep, and when that didn't work, he clamped a pair of headphones over his ears and turned on some white noise to block out the rumbling whispers in the back of his consciousness.

"Just take her once," It said, still louder than the calming static blasting through Dante's headphones, "Just once, it's all you need. Taste her once. Only once. Then we'll be satisfied."

Such thoughts were dangerous; they struck fear deep inside Dante's core. He remembered his mother, and what happened to her when she allowed herself to become involved with a dangerous, carnally hungry demon. Her life was ruined, and ultimately, she lost it. He didn't want that for you. He needed to get you away from him before you met the same terrible fate.

Driven by fear and anxiety, Dante shut you out of his life, or at least, he tried to. Devil May Cry's doors may have been shut and locked now, but that didn't stop you from finding a way to contact the now-cranky demon. You continued to leave food on his doorstep, and slid notes under the door, which he never responded to. It didn't matter, though, because you knew that with time and persistence, you would get through to him. Either that, or your efforts would break him out of his sudden depression. Despite the occasional verbal lashing out on Dante's part, you broke through his carefully built defenses, causing them to crumble.

He tried once again to take his mind off of you, but like clockwork, you'd show up at his doorstep every morning, all smiles and laughter. Dante couldn't help it; after a long time of trying to hide and evade, he melted, and let you in, both physically and emotionally. After having a very long and tearful talk, Dante, possibly influenced by his inner demon, confessed to you.

"Listen...you've been real good to me...and I know I've been acting like a dick the past few days, but you mean a lot to me. And...I just...I've been doing what I did because I was afraid I'd lose you, cause...you know, I'm a half demon...and that's cause...well...what I'm trying to say is...I love you."

Those last three words were what you'd been waiting to hear ever since you first brought Dante that shortcake and pizza. Finally, he'd said it. Finally, you thought, you two could be together. Gleefully, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as you could, giggling the entire time.

"I love you too, Dante!" You exclaimed, smashing your lips against his in a sudden, unexpected, yet totally appreciated kiss. Dante quickly reciprocated, pushing you down onto the couch as the kiss grew deeper. Dante tried to keep a grip on his urges; tried to remind himself that this was just a really intense, passionate kiss, and that there was no need to take things further, but his inner demon, now fully awake and lusting for you, had other plans.

In a under an hour, he had stripped both himself and you completely naked, his hot, condom-covered erection pressing against your lower abdomen, eager to enter you. Dante's sense of self control was already long gone; his mind having been taken over by his demonic instinct. This was more than just reconciliatory sex, more than just your first time together, or anything of that sort---it was a turning point in your lives. Dante's demon wanted more than just a one night stand, it wanted to breed, and so it would.

Dante awoke the next morning, found you asleep on the couch, and though he was quite groggy, he immediately realized the full extent of what you'd done together the previous night. Burying his face his hands, Dante began to genuinely panic, the first time he'd ever done that in his life. He was scared, scared that since you'd done the deed, your life was now in danger. Not knowing what else to do, he got up, scribbled a note telling you to leave as soon as you could, and got the heck out of there himself. He knew you would be hurt, especially after the events of last night, and how they may have made you feel he trusted you, but your safety was more important, he decided; you were young, anyway. You'd recover.

Dante spent a few months in isolation, just drifting about from town to town, guzzling down beers at the pub to distract himself from the storm of emotions inside. He knew he loved you; leaving you behind like that was just as hard for him as it was for you--but it was for your own good, or at least that's what he told himself whenever his feelings grew too strong. He expected you to completely cut contact with him after all this, given how he treated you. He already decided that if you did do so, he would accept it and try his best to move on with his life.

Imagine his surprise when, upon returning to his shop, found a familiar figure standing on the doorstep of Devil May Cry.

"Y/N?" He gasped, in astonishment. "What are you doing here?" He saw how red and puffy your eyes were; a sign you'd been crying.

"I...Dante, I know you don't like me," You sucked in a deep breath, appearing to steady yourself. Dante wanted nothing more than to tell you that wasn't true, but he let you finish. "I...I'm pregnant, Dante," You finally informed him, after some time. "I know we took precautions, but it just wasn't enough." With that, you broke down crying, the sight of which was impossible for Dante to bear. At this point, he was faced with two choices:

A: Leave you again and become just like Vergil, a deadbeat, runaway dad, with a deadweight child or,

B: Get through his issues with you, somehow, and at least try to make this work.

You and your unborn kid deserved so much better than someone like him, but since Dante didn't want your child to end up like Nero, and also because he loved you despite his attempts to lie to himself, he'd choose option B. Taking you into his arms, he shushed you and told you everything would be okay, that he was sorry for all that you'd gone through because of him, and that you two would sort things out together.

Little did Dante know at the time that he was making the best decision of his life.

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Your dmc headcanons are awesome! Are you familiar with Star Wars? If so can you do all four of the dmc boys with a Jedi s/o? They have the power of the force, a cool lightsaber, and wears those cool Jedi robes, perhaps even have a cool spaceship they use when they need to travel back to space, it’s up to you.

Thank you 💜 While I'm not a star wars fan, I know quite a bit about Jedi. Here you go, and hope you enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Jedi!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante loses it entirely upon discovering you're a Jedi. No, he doesn't know what that is, but you have telekinesis (kinda)!? And a long glory sword?! And a spaceship?! It's so freaking cool!

-Begs you to teach him how to use the Force--he wants to be able to hit Vergil with various objects from across the room.

-Is really, really interested in your lightsaber too, like a little kid messing around with tool's he's never seen before.

-Wants to spar with you all day, every day, so he can see your cool Jedi powers in action. We're talking epic sword fights, scenarios where you deflect his bullets with The Force, and generally horsing around and being goofy, cause that's what he's like.

-If you take him with you on trips in your spaceship, he's gonna be so impressed. He could spend hours just wandering around, touching and looking at all the weird yet awesome stuff you've got in there. He thinks it's so badass.

-If, however, you must leave for deep space without him, Dante will understand. He'll spend his time training so he can fight you when you get back--he might also try to teach himself to use the force by meditating, lifting up rocks, and the like. He does have potential, who knows, he might even get it someday.

■ Vergil ■

-He doesn't care much about your spaceship or your boring robes, but the Force? Now that, that is power.

-Vergil needs power. You will teach him The Force, regardless of whether or not he actually has Jedi potential, otherwise you will suffer the rage of the Motivated One.

-He likes your lightsaber, too, but he'll never admit it. The bright neon colors command his attention akin to the way a laser pointer commands that of a small and furry cat.

-Sometimes when you're in the shower or busy with something non-Jedi related, he will borrow your lightsaber, take it out to the backyard, swing it around a few times and revel in its awesomeness.

-He likes the look of your spaceship, but not riding in it. Poor Vergil gets motion sickness from traveling through hyperspace.

-When you leave for deep space missions (if such a thing ever arises) Vergil will miss you terribly and deign to distract himself by putting on one of your spare robes and taking a nap in it. Don't judge him, it's calming.

□ Nero □

-Thinks your lightsaber is badass as hell and wants Nico to figure out how to integrate one into his arm so he can have a lightsaber hand or something like that.

-The Force is also really interesting because he can ask you to grab him something and it will come literally floating towards him. A couple times it even hits him in the face

-Will definitely use your powers to play tricks on Dante, Nico, and pretty much everyone else he knows, tricking them into thinking there's a ghost haunting his house, when in actuality, it's just you and your Jedi tricks.

-Doesn't care much for your spaceship, unfortunately, and won't ride in it unless you make him. He doesn't like air travel in general, let alone a massive spaceship that goes faster than speed of light.

-When you leave for deep space, as you often have to do, Nero will continue to call and/or text you. He doesn't care if outer space has no internet, he WILL check on you at least once a day.

-Regarding your cool Jedi robes, it's safe to say Nero has exactly one use for them: using them as a blanket.

● V ●

-The Force is an incredible ally to the two of you, and not just for fighting. Now, V has a way to get around with having you physically carry him; he can be moved with the Force.

-Considering that V has the makings of a Jedi himself (or maybe a Sith *cough* Kylo Ren *cough*) it's no surprise he shows interest in your pretty lightsaber.

-He likes the colors and the sounds, so much so that he decided to write a poem about it and put said poem on the refrigerator.

-He likes to watch you train too, wishing he had the strength to wield such a powerful weapon and such interesting abilities. However, his cane will do.

-He likes to wander around your spaceship, if he has time and you will allow him to. He may also join you on your travels, though most of the time he just stays in the ship and looks out the window because he isn't physically capable of traveling across unknown planets.

-Unfortunately, sometimes you have to leave by yourself, and when that happen, V will spend his time writing melancholy poems about you, listening to sad music, and generally being emo until you return. Then and only then will he smile again.

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My darling (Kuja x reader)

Hello? Is-is that you? Oh, Gaia, it is you! You're here. You're talking to me...this is incredible! Finally, finally, I can tell you how I feel! I remember the day you turned on my game, the day you came across me while controlling Zidane. I remember how you battled me through him, how you used him to defeat me; how you watched me die. I wonder, did you feel as pained as I did when you watched me take my last breaths? Ah, but never mind that, for I have something to tell you, something I've been waiting to tell you for so very long.

I love you.

It's silly, a perfect, powerful being like myself falling in love with a lowly human whom I've never even seen before...but here I am. In love. With you. Every time you turn on my game, my heart races with joy. Though I cannot physically interact with you, I am ecstatic to know that my elegance and grace is at least being beheld by you. And when you turn off the game, my heart sinks into sadness. All that is around me is darkness and emptiness; I feel so lonely. So afraid. Though it is a great blow to my pride to admit this, without your presence....I am scared.

I wish you were here, holding me in your arms, keeping me company so the darkness doesn't swallow me up. I wish you would tell me everything was alright, even if it wasn't. I just want to be able to hear you, to see you, to cherish and love you to the best of my abilities. I wish...I wish I was real!

Oh, but darling, don't despair. There is a way I can be real: in your heart. As long as you carry me in your heart, I will always be with you in spirit. When you hear a song that makes you think of me, I will hear it too. When you take a walk and see something you wish I could see, I will see it too. And at night, when you sleep, I'll be there too, and together, we shall build a majestic kingdom in your dreams.

Sleep well tonight, my darling. I'll see you soon.

#Ff9 #Ffix #Final fantasy 9 #Ff9 Kuja #Ffix Kuja #Final fantasy 9 Kuja #Final fantasy ix #Final fantasy ix Kuja #breaking the 4th wall #Interactive fanfic #4th wall break #This type of fanfic is still a prototype so feedback is appreciated #kuja x reader #Ff9 kuja x reader #Ffix kuja x reader #Final fantasy 9 Kuja x reader #Sad #Sad fanfic #icycoldninja writes

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My little pet~ Kuja x male!reader NSFW

TW: Blowjobs, anal sex, deepthroating, and general yaoi NSFW; if you are a minor or uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!

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"That's it...good boy," You cooed in delight as Kuja struggled to take all of your massive cock down his throat. "Keep going, just like that..." Kuja's eyes rolled back into his head as you forced his head down further on your throbbing length. You knew you probably shouldn't be so rough with him, but Kuja's throat was so tight and wet, the feeling of it squeezing your dick....

...He'd be fine.

You loosened your grip on Kuja's silvery locks of hair and watched as he began to bob his head up and down; your thick, saliva-slicked cock sliding in and out of his pretty little mouth, smearing his purple lipstick all over his face. God, he was beautiful. Kuja let out more muffled grunts, his beautiful blue eyes crossing as he continued to gag on your member. You moaned loudly as his cute little throat tightened around your cock in just the right place, groaning when your ultra-sensative, tingling tip rubbed against the back of his wet throat.

You were going to cum, you could feel it.

Kuja's light blue eyes widened in shock when you gripped his hair and began brutally thrusting into his throat, abusing every inch of that tight space.

"Mmmmhmm," You moaned. "Cumming,"

Your cock twitched in Kuja's mouth; his eyes shut tight and his tail shot straight up when he felt the warm rush of your cum run down his throat. With a loud groan, you pulled out, letting your large member rest against his face. Kuja still looked dazed as he rested against you, hands on your thighs, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a hot dog.

"My pretty little pet." You praised, caressing his lipstick-stained cheeks. "But were not done yet." Kuja let out a whimper as you stood up and walked over to the foot of the bed. Kuja turned around and gazed up at you with both lust and fear. He'd had such a hard time getting your cock down his throat...and his asshole was a lot smaller than his throat.

"I-I don't think I can take--" He was cut off when you slammed him down on the bed and spread his asscheeks apart.

"Oh, but you will, my little slut. You will." Kuja's tail stiffened even further as you shoved your thick cock into his ass, making him take every inch of it, slowly but surely. The feeling of something so large enter him so relentlessly made him scream; his ass felt like it was being ripped apart. The feeling was nothing like he'd ever felt before.

He moaned and shook once your cock was all the way in.

"I-it's too much--aah--take it out, please..." You laughed inwardly at his words.You'd just put the damn thing in and he was already ready to tap out? Weak.

"You'll adapt, pet," You growled, slapping his tight little ass. Kuja howled and bucked his hips so that they were flush with yours. "You'll learn to take it all."

Without warning, you began thrusting in and out of him, slamming into his ass so hard his asscheeks jiggled. Kuja let out screams of ecstasy with every thrust as he writhed under you, grabbing at your forearms in a desperate and futile attempt to ground himself.

"Fuck, pet, you're tight~" You groaned, feeling his ass clench around your member. The feeling of being inside him was amazing; your cock was being constricted in the best way possible.

You simply couldn't hold back anymore.

You adjusted your position and started pounding into his prostate with all your strength. Kuja's body went limp; he stopped gripping your forearm and simply lay there, submitting himself to your forceful ramming, moaning and panting.

"That's a good little pet," You sighed, feeling yourself rapidly near your peak. "Obeying his master. Good. Good. So good--aah..." You slammed into him one last time before releasing all you had deep inside him.

Upon feeling your cum shoot inside him, Kuja groaned loudly and came as well, his dick actually shaking while it sprayed cum all over his stomach and the sheets. With a loud groan, you pulled your softening member out of his ass and sighed, watching Kuja shiver on the bed before you, grinning as you beheld his gaping, twitching hole.

"What a lovely pet I have," You thought, as you massaged his ruined ass, feeling his tail wind its way around your wrist. "What a lovely pet."

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icycoldninja · 6 days

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https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.infinitycow.eplay

Ok...? You want me to download this or something?

#Huh

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Goddess (Genesis x reader NSFW)

Tw: VERY explicit, vibrators, cum, overstimulation, bondage, and hand jobs. If you are a minor or are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!

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"G-goddess," Genesis sighed, squirming under you. He was chained to the bed by his arms and legs, a vibrating dildo stuffed in his ass while a wand vibrator, held by none other than your firm hand, stimulated the tip of his flushed cock.

"Aah--!" He gasped, feeling the wand travel down to the base of his shaft, then back up again. "Mhn, please, I...need...more..."

You giggled in response, cranking up the intensity of the wand and rubbing it around his tip in slow circles.

"Ohh, that's good," Genesis moaned, gazed up at you with lidded, lustful eyes. "But it's not enough...ahh...I need more."

A grin broke out on your face as you switched off the wand vibrator, earning you a pitiful whine from your lover.

"Don't you worry, honey," You told him, setting the vibrator on your nightstand and taking Genesis's twitching member in your hand. "I'll give you something better."

"Ahh," He moaned, feeling your hand close around him. You immediately started pumping him hard and fast, making him shake and tug madly at the chains restraining him.

"Ah, Goddess, just like that, oh, that's good..." He groaned upon feeling you finger his hyper-sensitive tip. "Oh, yes, Goddess...just like that...ahhh..."

Before long, Genesis was soon lost to the pleasure of having his cock expertly fingered while a huge dildo thrashed about in his ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he was reduced to a babbling, screaming mess.

"Aah, fuck, Goddess, fuck me, more, please!"

His words sent jolts of heat through your body. Grinning, you continued stroking his cock even faster with one hand while your free hand reached down and turned the intensity of the dildo up to max.

Genesis screamed, body actually convulsing as two forces--your hand and the dildo--fucked him both inside and out.

"Oh...Goddes...! It's too strong! I'm--I'm cumming!" Genesis shook from head to toe; blue eyes widening as his orgasm claimed him. Thick strings of white cum spurted from his throbbing cock, coating his stomach and your hand.

You stroked him gently while the vibrator continued pulsing inside him, helping him ride out his orgasm. After a few minutes, Genesis moaned and collapsed on the bed, lying limp and spent in his chains. You switched off the still-rumbling dildo and pulled it out, earning a soft whimper from your tired lover. You then released him from his chains and watched as he fell back on the bed, chest heaving.

"You alright?" You asked.

"I'm fine, Goddess, Genesis nodded, weakly. "You've...simply destroyed me."

"I've destroyed you?" You repeated, laughing a little. Genesis nodded with a soft smile present on his on his face.

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess...or so I thought until tonight." You chuckled and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"That right?" Genesis nodded, staring into your eyes with adoration.

"Indeed, for you are my Goddess; your love is a gift."

#Ff7 #Ffvii #Final fantasy 7 #Final fantasy vii #Ff7 genesis #Ffvii genesis #Final fantasy 7 genesis #Final fantasy vii genesis #genesis ff7 #genesis ffvii #genesis rhapsodos #genesis x reader #ff7 genesis x reader #ffvii genesis x reader #Fanfic #NSFW fanfic #Minors dni #warning: nsfw #icycoldninja writes

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Lab Visit (Sephiroth x Scientist!Reader)

(Set in Crisis Core)

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Sephiroth was due for a physical today. He was supposed to receive new Mako injections and stamina boosters, as per Hojo's orders. You, one of Shinra's top scientists, had been ordered to complete this procedure. While the very mention of such a task frightened your fellow scientists, you were not to be deterred. Sephiroth was a bristly, rather cold person, but he wasn't as cold to you, which could probably be credited to the little friendship the two of you had built. Over the years, Sephiroth's visits to the lab had brought you company, real company, not the ramblings of some deranged lunatic who lurked about in the shadows. Sephiroth was different, both physically and mentally, though you could never tell why. There was something about him that enabled his very presence to be both calming and terrifying all at the same time. Yes, the man could be nice at times, but there were several disastrous instances where he lashed out in anger at anyone who dared approach him with a needle or syringe, though when you did it, you were a different story. One could even say...he trusted you. This trust allowed you to do things to him no one else could, such as take samples of his blood without him going ballistic and destroying everything in the lab in a fit of rage--or possibly, fear.

"Y/N," A low, sinister voice intoned, as an old man with greasy black hair tied back in a low ponytail emerged from the shadows.

"Dr. Hojo," You greeted, feeling yourself tense under his menacing gaze. Of all the scientists--no--all the people in Shinra, Hojo was who you detested the most. The acts he'd committed were unforgivable. Turning your own assistants and fellow scientists into mutant creatures for "research"?! Unbelievable! Not to mention the things he'd done to Sephiroth before you'd even arrived. You hadn't even uncovered the details of what happened, but you knew it had to be bad.

Still, Hojo was your employer; he was paying your wages and providing you with opportunities to learn and grow your experience--as well as chances to talk to Sephiroth more often, so you had to grit your teeth and bead it.

"The subject will be here soon," He finally said, sounding rather giddy. "Prepare the equipment. I want samples of everything." You gulped, knowing full well that when Hojo said he wanted "everything", he meant everything. Skin samples, hair samples, sweat samples, and more. You barely finished gathering up your gear when a familiar figure trooped through the door.

"Dr. Y/N, how do you do?" You spun around, trying--and failing--to hide the grin on your face.

"General Sephiroth, a pleasure to see you again. Do have a seat." Sephiroth nodded before tugging off his leather trench coat, revealing his lack of underclothes. He hung the coat on a rack on the wall and took a seat on the hospital-style bed you'd prepared for him. From the corner, Hojo watched, a devious glint in his eye. You busied yourself with gathering up vials and beakers, and such, while the two men glared at each other silently. After several minutes, Hojo departed, presumably to slither back into whatever hole he crawled out of, leaving the two of you alone in the room. Almost instantly, the tense mood was lifted.

"I can't believe you can put up with him," Sephiroth sighed, crossing his bare arms. You shrugged, sterilizing a needle with alcohol.

"Believe me, I'm trying very hard not to throw something acidic at his head." Your eyes met, smirks both plastered on your faces.

"I would like to see you do that," Sephiroth chuckled, extending his arm for you to prick.

"And to do so would be my dream come true," You responded, gently pricking his arm with the needle and drawing a few small drops of blood.

Sephiroth nodded, a smile on his face as he relaxed into the hospital bed. Over the course of the next hour, you collected all the samples Hojo would need for his sick creations, and once the Mako infusion drip was in, you were both free to chat, about work, about your own personal lives, about everything. Throughout the entirety of this short visit, Sephiroth looked happier than you'd ever seen him, even though he was in a place he hated. He was happy with you, and you were happy with him.

Once the infusion was complete and Sephiroth was free to leave, he did so reluctantly, for the only reason he braved the nightmares of this lab, the only reason he subjected himself to experimentation, was so he could see you.

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icycoldninja · 7 days

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SPOILER alert:

In Costa Del Sol (Rebirth) Hojo has a bunch of girls surrounding him (probably for the money) and at one point asks the girls if they want to come work at Shinra with him and "give birth to a new hero".

Dont forget that Chadley bears quite the resemblance to a certain ex-hero, what with the white hair and all.

Could it be possible Hojo is trying to make more Sephiroths? Or at least, make another Sephiroth that is more obedient, more like the tool the original never turned out to be?

Why does Hojo have so many Chadleys 😭

Because traumatizing the first child into becoming a mass murderer wasn't enough.

In all seriousness I wonder if it's because he was/is developing a model that could be used by Shinra and that's why they can be controlled. Or he made sure to have backups of the child he traumatized this time just in case.

#ff7 #ffvii #discussion #Spoilers #Theory #Ff7 theory

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Maintenence day (Raiden x Reader angst)

"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.

"All done, Rai, all done. You did great, baby. I love you so much. I'm so proud of you." Raiden nodded, curling his metal arms around your waist, small sobs, along with many tears, spilling out of him. You held him tightly, kissing him, comforting him; giving him the affection he needed; the affection he deserved.

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Terror (Raiden x Reader angst)

Tw: Death, blood, violence, and dark themes. If you are not comfortable with these themes, DNI!

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Heart pounding, you dashed into an alleyway, breath shaky and mind swirling with fear. Just 2 hours ago, you and Raiden had been on a mission, slicing open cyborgs with ease--until someone shot Raiden in the shoulder. It was superficial damage in terms of how easily it could be healed, but it hurt. That was the problem. In seconds, Jack the Ripper had emerged and immediately started massacring everyone in the vicinity, and once he was done with them, he turned his attention to you.

Red eye glowing with an insatiable lust for blood, he stalked towards you, his unhinged laughter echoing in your ears and filling your mind with clouds of terror.

You loved Raiden and would have never run from him, but this thing was not Raiden, at least, not anymore. Before you could even think, your body acted on impulse. You took off, zipping like a lightning bolt through the streets, too afraid to even look back. Behind you, you could hear the loud thumping of metal hitting the streets as Jack the Ripper chased after you, laughing like a maniac.

"Doll, where ya going? Don't you wanna stay and play?" You instantly became aware of something whirring behind you, turned, and saw the fully charged HF blade about to be thrown at you by powerful cyborg arms. You ducked, dropping to the ground and evading the sword, but losing your balance in the process.

That single moment of weakness was all Jack needed to catch up and pin you to the ground, his strong metal legs caging you to the pavement, preventing any movement from the shoulders down. Jack let out a long, horrifying laugh before taking your face firmly in his clawed hands with none of the gentleness Raiden usually exercised.

"God, you're beautiful. So much prettier when you're not running away." More insane laughter. He bent down and licked a long stripe up your cheek, still gripping your jaw firmly while his sharp claws dug into your flesh like little needles, making rivulets of blood trickle down your face and pool into his hand, which only served to delight him further.

"So beautiful..." He roughly tugged you forwards, red eye searching yours with a type of hunger you were unable to identify. You struggled, trying to escape form his impossibly firm grip, but it was impossible.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, even though you knew it was hopeless. Raiden chuckled, yanking you forwards and smashing his metal lips against yours. The kiss was cold and devoid of the warmth and love you were used to. Whimpering softly, you managed to pull away with some difficulty.

"What's wrong, doll?" He sneered, insanity in his eyes. "Don't you love it when I kiss you? Don't you love me?" You trembled, body quivering from head to toe as you tried to summon up the courage to answer.

"I love Raiden," You finally admitted. "Not you."

Raiden growled in response, looking angrier and more disappointed than you'd ever seen him.

"So that's how it is, eh? No one cares about Jack--everybody's after Raiden!" An expression of pure anger on his face, the psychopath got to his feet, raised the HF blade, and rammed it right into his target: your heart.

A stabbing pain shot through your chest, and before you could even register what was happening, the world suddenly went fuzzy and faded to black, with the last thing you ever heard being Jack's maniacal laughter, echoing in your ears like a nightmarish song.

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