Hi there. I hope you can write for me a one shot for Vergil where reader is injured or really sick but she tries to be tough and hides it from him because she afraid he will hate her for her weakness. Please add fluff in the end for this lovely man. Thank you
( Okay, we're gonna do it this time! You can't stop me, Tumblr!😤😤😤 )
Hello for the 3rd time, anon ( I've been trying to send this twice in a row now because Tumblr kept messing up the vid. So, I'm sorry, no vid this time😢😢😢 )! I hope you like this Vergil oneshot I wrote for you, especially the fluff at the end.😊😊😊
You wanted so much to complain for being left out of the battle. But, then again, he chose to be left out with you, and you didn't even know why.
It all started when you were attacked by a nasty horde the last time you were commissioned for an extermination. The task was simple: take out some species of Empusa that were roaming about a certain location in Red Grave.
Yes, a simple task. And with a high paycheck to boot.
So, naturally, Vergil allowed you to take the mission on your own.
See, he believed in you and your capabilities as a Devil Hunter. You just didn't expect, heck, any of you didn't, that the nasty, low - ranked Demons would come at you as a horde.
Slices after slices of your dual blades, you hacked at the disgusting things that came at you non stop. You were able to take down as many as you could, until their Queen lunged at you and almost killed you. It was a good thing that Vergil came along just in the nick of time to finish it off.
Yes, he believed in you and your capabilities as a Devil Hunter. Things,... just didn't flow according to plan. Yes, you were able to finish the mission but, it was Vergil who ultimately ended it. Yes, you were able to take the majority of the horde down but, it was Vergil who slayed the Queen.
Yes, you survived what was supposedly a very easy mission for a strong and very competent Devil Hunter such as yourself but, it was all because of Vergil.
Once again, you were reminded of how weak you were as a human compared to the others, to Dante, to Trish, to Lady, to Nero,...
You were so weak compared to him. And now, after the dreadful mission, you felt the self - loathing eat at your senses. You wanted to prove to him so much that you're worthy of standing on the same ground as him. You longed to show him that you're capable of fighting these creatures of the Underworld on your own.
You needed, so much, to prove to him,...
... that his decision of choosing you as his partner and lover was not wrong. You needed to show him that you were not a mistake.
But, now, you felt so terrible. You couldn't even look him in the eye as he escorted you silently back home. You couldn't find the strength to turn him away when he cleaned and dressed your wounds. You didn't dare to utter a single word when he helped you ease your discomfort by thoughtfully giving you ample time to just lay around in bed.
You couldn't say no to him when he told you to relax and take it easy for the rest of the following days.
That was until, three days later, all of you were commissioned to take out another horde. This time, of magic - wielding Demons who were terrorizing a remote village in the south.
Naturally, Dante, and the others were raring to go.
Naturally, you, despite all of your injuries, wanted to go. Yes, you really did.
However, Vergil,... said, no. Just like that. He said, no.
You wanted so much to complain for being left out of the battle. But, then again, he chose to be left out with you, and you didn't even know why.
And it made you lose your temper.
"Vergil, why?" You quietly asked him as he closed the door of your shared bedroom.
As expected, he didn't answer your question.
And this,... finally made you infuriated.
"It's because I'm weak, isn't it?"
You caught the stoic man's attention with those words. His head snapped up, his cold eyes staring at you with all the intensity you haven't felt in him ever before.
"Tell me, Vergil! It's because I'm weak, isn't it?!"
"I didn't say,... you're weak,..." The man answered through gritted teeth, his voice dangerously low.
This side of Vergil would normally send anyone either panicking, or going pale in nervousness. But, you couldn't care less.
You wanted to show to him that you're strong! You wanted to prove to him that you're worthy of fighting alongside him!
You wanted to show to him that you're not a weakling who needed protection!
"I can fight!" You pushed on. "These wounds are nothing! I' am strong enough to handle those things!"
"You are not,..." Vergil quietly argued. He did look like he was about to burst any time sooner.
"I'm not?!" You screamed, stood from the edge of the bed, and looked up at the man who was looking at you like you were some child who needed to be disciplined. "Then, tell me: I'm weak and pathetic, am I?"
"AND YOU HATE ME FOR IT, DON'T YOU?!"
The man grabbed your shoulders, the sheer intensity in his hold finally frightening the wits out of you. Still, you stood your ground and tried to remove his hands but, to no avail. He gently led you back towards the bed and made you sit.
Did he honestly expect that this would calm you down?! This - !
All of a sudden, your rage vanished in an instant, only to be replaced by confusion when Vergil kneeled before you.
Again, he didn't answer. Instead, he reached out a hand towards you,...
... and softly laid his open palm against your abdomen.
His huge hand stayed there for a few good minutes until his other palm followed.
The man remained silent as he forlornly looked at your abdomen beneath his strong, yet gentle, palms until he moved them, running them on your waist until they reached the small of your back. He went even closer towards you and laid his lips against the part where his palms were.
And this made you realize something.
The discomfort you've been feeling,...
And you were so caught up in your desire to hide your pain just to prove something to him.
... that shouldn't be proven in the first place.
He knew, and he never spoke about it.
Touching his cheeks with both hands and making him look at you, you said, "Vergil, I'm - "
"Sshh, no need." He replied as he stood up once more, lifted you from the edge of the bed bridal style, and sat on the bed, himself, positioning you on his lap without even a hint of difficulty.
Damn, this man really is strong,...
Not taking his arms off you, he kissed the top of your head and spoke, "I know, (Y/N). I know you're strong. I know you're capable. I believed in you. You know that, didn't you?"
"Y - yes,..." You stuttered, emotions now taking over your chest at his gentle words and caresses.
"And, please, don't say you're weak, and pathetic, and useless. And don't ever say I hate you. You could be the opposite of strong and reliable, and I would still love you. I just," Vergil kissed your forehead once more as his hand travelled back to your abdomen. " ... don't want to lose my family."
You nodded as you placed your palm on top of Vergil's. "I'm sorry,..."
"It's alright. Nothing to apologize for."
And with another kiss, this time, on your lips, he answered,