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tillyalf427 · 17 days

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Don't Hide - Verlaine X gender neutral reader

Summary: A mission goes wrong and leaves you injured however, you can't miss training with Verlaine, after all a small injury is no excuse. Verlaine however doesn't see it that way and is keen to make sure you never hide an injury again

Tags: Injuries, stitches, first aid

Notes: This uses gender neutral pronouns so can be Verlaine x any gender

It's not necessarily romantic as such it's like the bare beginning of any sort of relationship but I thought it was a cute idea

And I mean maybe I just think it'd be kinda hot to be lectured by Verlaine idk shoot me

Fic starts after the cut!

It happened fairly often where Verlaine would be able to defeat or outsmart you, after all, he was the king of assassins. And although you were one of his best students, he had been the one to train you and so he knew every one of your moves before you had even decided on them.

That was how you had ended up in your current position.

The challenge had been simple: take him down or otherwise immobilize him. Unfortunately a challenge as such was made twice as hard by your current lack of movement in your left arm, with your range of motion being severely limited due to the poorly done stitches and tentatively healing wound across your upper arm. A reminder of an almost catastrophic mission a few days prior.

Because of this it had been easier than ever for Verlaine to catch you off guard, managing to appear behind you without a sound, your arm in his tight grip, twisted to be pinned behind your back in a way that normally would do no harm other than slight discomfort.

To your relief, the minute the loud cry slipped past your lips, having felt the painful tugging on your wound, Verlaine released your limb in surprise, almost jumping back like a kid who had been caught doing something wrong.

Immediately, he was in front of you once more, eyebrows furrowed as he glanced over you, taking note of any potential injuries that could have been lurking underneath your clothes.

"What happened?"

That had been the question you had been dreading. You had intended to take it easy with training for the next few days until the wound had closed enough to train properly once more. You hadn't intended for Verlaine to find out at all and yet here you were, avoiding his piercing gaze in an attempt to delay the inevitable.

"It's nothing serious!" You were quick to insist "Just a small Injury from the other day, must've just trained too hard too soon," the nervous laugh you let out seemed to be the only confirmation Verlaine needed, holding your gaze with his own stern one as he reached a hand out to take yours.

To your surprise his first move was to tug you closer to himself, hand tilting your chin so you were looking directly at him. The hard pull on your injured arm ripping a cry from you as his voice lowered next to your ear. The feeling of his body heat radiating so close to your own skin was enough to send sparks across your skin, it was like electricity was sparking around you.

"Never even think about hiding any injuries again," Verlaine’s voice was almost a growl and you couldn't help but flinch back at the sound, pushing down the part of you that thought the sound was attractive.

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be apologizing to me," Verlaine’s accent was slightly stronger as he spoke this time "You're the one who will get injured more or even killed going on missions whilst injured. If you wouldn't do a mission whilst injured what makes you think you should come and continue training?"

"I just thought...you don't like when I miss training," Not only that but your voice was barely a mumble, another thing that Verlaine wasn't a fan of. He only sighed in exasperation.

"I don't like it when you make excuses to miss training. But when it's a genuine problem you need to tell me. This could have ended much worse if I had used my ability against you today,"

"I-sorry," What else could you say? You hadn't even considered the fact that maybe Verlaine wasn't just being cruel with his strictness about attendance.

"Forget it," Verlaine shook his head with a sigh "Show me,"

"Huh?"

"Show me where you're injured, am I right to assume you haven't taken the time to care for it properly oif you're willing to risk further injury through training?"

"Ah-" the words caught in your throat, anxiety pooling in your stomach at the tone of Verlaine’s voice. "I stitched it up as best I could..."

Verlaine sighed, waiting impatiently as you slipped your jacket off, revealing bandages wrapped across your upper arm, stained crimson with ever increasing amounts of blood.

Verlaine’s expression gave nothing away but you could sense his annoyance through the tension in his body. After quickly unraveling the bandages covering your less than perfect work, you let your arms drop to your sides once more, daring to glance back at Verlaine’s face.

"Stay here. It needs restitching,"

And what else could you do but obey? You had already done enough to annoy Verlaine for one night. Your feet planted themselves where they were, barely even daring to breathe until you heard Verlaine’s footsteps returning to the training room.

"Here, sit down," luckily he took your uninjured arm this time, guiding you towards one of the benches towards the side of the room, urging you to take a seat before turning his attention to the first aid kit he had brought in with him.

It contained more things than a regular first aid kit would purely because of their line of work and he made quick work of wiping around your wound with alcohol wipes.

After snapping on a pair of sterile gloves, he took a pair of tweezers and some small scissors before coming closer to your arm, giving you mere seconds of warning before he began pulling and snipping away the sloppily done stitches in the wound already.

The uncomfortableness of the stitches being taken out was nothing compared to the unbearable heat you felt being this close to Verlaine. It was one thing to ignore your feelings for the man when you were sparring as any contact was often short lived however with his hands so close to your sensitive skin and his breath fanning across your shoulder, it was hard to concentrate on the situation at hand.

Once the stitches had been removed, Verlaine made quick work of placing the scissors to the side, keeping the tweezers on hand to help with the stitches before unpacking a sterile needle and threading it.

The discomfort of him holding the edges of the wound together as he began the first stitch was outweighed by the look of concentration on his face. It was unnerving in a way, you had never seen him look so focussed but you could imagine this would be the same expression many people saw before being killed by the king of assassins.

Using the tweezers to help tie off the first stitch, he made quick work of moving down the wound, pulling the edges of the skin together as gently as possible and being quick but precise in finishing each stitch.

The sting of the needle pressing through your skin helped to distract you from how close Verlaine was at this moment in time and as morbid as it sounded you were relieved for the distraction lest you say something stupid.

Your gaze wandered to the wall opposite you, blank save for various scratches and marks, the distraction helping you forget how close Verlaine was, that was until he had finished tying off the last stitch, placing the needle and tweezers off to the side.

You glanced down at your arm, admiring the neat, precise stitches, not noticing Verlaine’s own gaze focussed on your face.

"It should actually stand a chance of healing now," his voice was emotionless as he spoke "Why on earth you didn't just ask for help with it I don't know,"

As he moved to grab a roll of bandages and a wad of gauze, you opened your mouth to speak, finding the words disappear the minute you tried to use them.

With the gauze held in place, Verlaine began wrapping the bandage around your arm, his hands brushing your skin every now and then, sending electricity through your veins.

"I didn't know who to ask," you eventually forced the words out, hesitant, unsure. "It's hard to know who to trust,"

"I'll make you a deal," Verlaine finished wrapping the bandage, taping it down at the end before stripping off his gloves and moving to put them and the supplies in the bin. "Next time anything like this happens, come to me,"

You couldn't help the shock that slipped onto your face. Sure you knew that Verlaine had somewhat of a soft spot for you however this was a big offer from the man who spent his life avoiding the majority of the mafia's population.

"You know that means you would have to see me outside training, right?"

“Yes, and?" I'd like that, went unsaid

And so with a smile, it was settled.

"Thank you,"

"Now in regards to training," You almost let out a groan but held it in just in time. Throughout everything you'd forgotten about training. "Since your arm is out of commission let's work on some core strength,"

Okay, this time you did let the groan escape,much to the amusement of one king of assassins who leaned in close to speak quietly next to your ear, hot breath fanning across your skin.

"This is your punishment for hiding an injury, I do hope you won't do it again," the teasing tone in his voice was clear to see however you didn't have time to dwell on it as he stood back up straight and clapped twice "Let's start with 50 sit ups,"

And okay, at the very least he was successful in making sure you never hid an injury again.

Also on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54904354

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