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polarisbibliotheque · 2 years

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Vergil and his s/o taking care of sick Nero

Pairing: Vergil x reader;

Summary: You and Vergil are cooking for a family dinner with Nero after he comes back from a job, but you all are taken by surprise by a sudden sickness. Now it's time for you and Vergil to fill your role as parents - just like Sparda and Eva once did.

Author's notes: This idea was part of this answered ask, but I decided to make its own thing 'cause I have no self control whatsoever and it turned out bigger than it should. I'm bringing you wholesome father Vergil, reader parent and Nero son - I've recently got sick and It's good to know we have someone to care for us. I can't count on too many people, but at least I know I can count on my mom.

Guess I'm in the mood of dreaming with a loving family, even if I'd have to build my own. If you too are like that, don't give up on building your own loving family if that is important to you - all dreams are valid and you shouldn't allow anyone to ruin them.

And also snuck some Apollo and Artemis references there :3 Trigger Warnings: Nero almost feels sick once - there's no description of it, but it is hinted as Vergil asks his s/o to bring something to help Nero while he is unwell. The scene cuts right after to them both taking care of the kid ;)

“Hey there! Sorry I’m late…”

Nero almost stumbled back home, you and Vergil stopping your cooking to look at him.

“Are those the eggs you asked for, y/n? Dunno if it’s the ones you buy… Normally…”

You did your best only to smile and not let out a laugh. Nero was completely drenched in demon blood, dripping it on the wooden floor, with Red Queen still flaming and strapped on his back while he carefully held a pack of dozen eggs you asked him to buy for you before he went to work.

In your eyes, he looked so cute. Like a half demon kid with the strength of an army and the very fires of Hell in his soul, bringing home a cute puppy and asking his parents to keep it. But you could notice Vergil’s cold eyes scrutinizing the mess his son was making in the living room.

“They are perfect, Nero. Thank you so much, you always help me a lot.” You immediately wiped your hands clean, walking towards him and pulling a proudly smiling Nero to kiss a clean spot of skin in his forehead.

He seemed weirdly hot, but you dismissed it for a while. Nero was out there fighting and slaying demons, his body was bound to rise its temperature – also, you had noticed on Vergil their bodies seemed to run a little hotter than plain humans.

Something you always wanted to ask him about, but never got the opportunity.

“Now, now. Stop dripping blood on the floor and go have a shower. You smell terrible, kid.” You chastised him, making Vergil look a little less dissatisfied. He knew it would be his job to clean the floor – you had already made most of the cooking, it was the least he could do.

“Ah, sorry… I was, ya know. There was a bunch of demons to beat up today!” Nero flared in red, and he had a cheeky smile plastered on his lips, making you giggle in response. That only made his smile broader, while Vergil couldn’t stop his own expression from allowing a slight adoration on his own lips.

“Like father, like son, I guess.” You looked back at your lover, winking at Vergil and making both father and son completely out of words and actions.

“Ya know, had to do a job well done… It pays better.” Nero sighed and ran towards his room in order to have his shower. “Gonna wash all this grime off in a sec! Don’t have dinner without me!”

“We will wait, dear!” You answered in a sing-song voice, making Nero practically jump inside the bathroom to take his shower as fast as he could.

As the water fell on his head and painted the floor with red, Nero’s hair gradually became white again. He scrubbed his sore muscles with the floral soap you usually bought – the scents Kyrie also loved buying – and sighed in relief as the warm water made the pain disappear for a while.

Nero could feel his heart beating faster as he tried to wash himself as quickly as he could while seizing the relaxation of the water at the same time. A little headache installed itself at the back of his head, but all he could think about was how excited he was to have dinner with you and Vergil.

For years, all he wished for was a family. Nero remembered when he was a teen in Fortuna, already too big for his own bed, curled up with a pillow while staring out the window and asking the Moon if he could ever find his parents.

Not that Kyrie’s and Credo’s parents weren’t good to him – they were, but Nero never really felt like a part of the family. That was why he never saw Kyrie as his real sister and Credo was more like a mentor from the Order – even if he didn’t obey Credo that much. His adoptive parents were good, but they were too… Polite. Almost as if Nero was a guest, an outsider they should care for, not really a loved son.

But you made him feel different. He thought he would feel weird with Vergil as his father and Dante as his uncle, but, well… Their entire household was weird. They all had different traumas and different ways of showing affection – and then, there was you. Your affection was always so direct, so heartwarming.

Nero felt he could let his guard down around you and you’d never allow anything to hurt him. He didn’t have to live in survival and self-protection mode when he was around you, for he knew you would do that for him.

Feeling that was a sort of… Relief. Nero knew you and Vergil had his back and would never let him down – and that, on his book, was what families were about.

“Hey, kiddo! Everything alright? You’re taking a while on that shower!” He was brought back from his thoughts as he heard you knocking on the bathroom’s door.

“Yeah, sorry! Just a sec, y/n, I’ll be out!” Nero stuck his head out of the box to hear you better, managing to hear a quick laugh.

“Ok. Just don’t take too long, or you’re paying the water bill!”

“Ha, fine! I’ll be out soon, I swear!” Shaking his head while laughing, Nero massaged his shoulders for a while before turning the water off. He felt a weird kind of pain in his muscles, but it should be nothing…

…Right?

“Nero, could you please put the plates on the table? I will help y/n serving dinner…”

“Yeah… Sure thing… Dad…”

Both Vergil and you turned around with eyebrows furrowed to check him out. Nero’s speech was slightly slurred and, as soon as you saw him, you knew something was wrong. His steps were unsure, and Nero blinked too much, almost as if he was trying to focus on a spot he was staring on the floor as he approached the dinner table.

“Nero, are you…? Verge! Hold him!”

You didn’t even have to scream that order: as soon as Nero’s steps faltered and he was about to fall, Vergil moved faster than the eyes could see and held his son up. Running towards them, you immediately put your hand on Nero’s forehead, stating what you had suspected before.

“He’s burning. He needs to sit down.”

“I’m taking him to the couch.” Vergil’s words were quick and somber, as he dutifully held his son in his arms.

“I can walk… I’m fine…” Nero mumbled, trying to fight Vergil’s hands and walk by himself, but his feet clearly didn’t answer properly to his commands.

“You are not fine. Stop trying to foolishly hold on to your pride.” Vergil said almost between his teeth – not really angry at Nero, but angry at the whole situation. When Nero got sick, he wasn’t too versed on human medicine… Taking care of his son was something only you could do with excellence, while Vergil just sat and watched.

And he hated that.

“Like father, like son.” You sighed once more, running to the kitchen in order to turn off the stove and make sure nothing was going to burn.

“I’m not… Holding on… To pride…” Nero thumped down on the couch, almost looking like a sack of potatoes. “I can…”

“You can’t. Period.” Vergil sat at the edge of the couch, trying to hold Nero upright.

It was quite a scene, actually. You never thought you would see one of the Sparda’s on their pajamas, let alone two. And in such an ordinary situation like that.

You almost laughed as Nero clearly wanted to answer Vergil, almost hearing his voice saying something along the lines of “you didn’t even know what I was going to say”, but Nero suddenly sat up and rested his elbows on his knees.

Both you and Vergil stopped, eyes paying attention to Nero’s every move. You waited as he closed his eyes and slightly opened his mouth, starting to blink a little too much once again and breathe heavily.

“Nero…?” Vergil tried, but he didn’t answer. He placed his palm on Nero’s forehead, feeling the skin burning while also holding his son up. Nero seemed to lay his weight on his father’s palm – and Vergil wouldn’t let him fall on the floor. “Y/n! Bring a bucket!”

You didn’t even argue – you just moved as fast as you could. Nero needed both of you at that moment, and you would be there.

Nero spent the whole night feeling sick and feverish, seeming as if he was going to pass out and almost fainting a couple of times. You, as always, stood by his side, ordering Vergil around to help you care for Nero’s human body – now stricken by illness and needing you.

As his fever didn’t fade away at first, you asked Vergil for help to put him under the shower again – wearing only his underwear as you adjusted the water temperature. Nero complained about how cold it felt, even if it was good enough for someone without fever. You remained with him, trying to calm him down, holding Nero’s hands while checking if he wasn’t going to faint.

Asking Vergil to warm up some water with lemon, ginger and honey, you helped Nero to dry, fluffing up his white hair and seeing how he smiled like a goofy puppy as his high fever had been washed away. You helped Nero put on a comfortable and warm pajama’s – even if he insisted he didn’t need any assistance – and held his arm as both of you slowly walked back to the kitchen.

You gave him medicine, Vergil gave him the tea. You kept checking Nero’s temperature from time to time with your hand, as Vergil would always use a thermometer – it was only when Nero was burning up with fever that his father could notice it from just touching.

You insisted Nero should eat something – even if he complained he didn’t feel like it. Vergil was a little more emphatic than you, but eventually managed to convince his son to eat a few toasts with butter and jam after he himself decided to have a few along with tea.

“Who would’ve known? Nero’s tea party!” You giggled while serving tea, toasts, jam and butter to all of you – the carefully planned and prepared dinner forgotten in the fridge, as you asked Vergil to put it away while caring for Nero.

“You guys ‘re the ones who like tea parties…” Nero almost mumbled, his voice too tired to take on his usually lively tone. You wrapped him around a plushy blue blanket, resting a kiss on the top of his fluffy white hair.

“I guess you can enjoy them too, kiddo.” You ruffled his hair a little bit and, instead of complaining like he always did, Nero had a cozy smile on his lips, accepting his 2 a.m tea party with both his parents.

It took a while for his temperature to go back to normal. You and Vergil carried Nero to his bed on his room and you made sure to wrap him around blankets and pillows. He fell asleep almost immediately, his body needing to rest.

“Do you need me to bring anything, love?” Vergil asked almost in a murmur, in order not to wake his son.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll stay here in case he needs something. Can you put all the dishes away in the kitchen, please…?”

Vergil just acquiesced with his head, planting a long kiss on your forehead – one that made you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You weren’t perfect, but you were family – and that was all the three of you ever wanted.

Nero woke up as the sun started to enter his room. It was early – probably too early for him – but he managed to open his eyes anyway. His head hurt and he could remember all the work you both had to take care of him that night.

He wondered if you were sleeping in your room – which would give him an opportunity to make breakfast as a way to thank you and apologize for all the inconvenience, if he could get up.

But, as soon as Nero turned around, he was speechless: you and Vergil were sitting on the small couch of his room – him with arms crossed while you had your head on his shoulder, holding his head leaning on yours. Both of you looked exhausted; your mouth was slightly opened while Vergil had dark stains under his eyes.

Nero furrowed his eyebrows, without being able to pinpoint what the hell was going on with his heart. He thought for sure it had something to do with the illness that struck him so suddenly.

He pretended to be asleep again, though – keeping his eyes barely opened – when he heard Vergil’s alarm go off. It was barely 6 a.m, and both of your started moving as if you hadn’t slept that much.

“Hmmm… What time is it…?” Your voice was slurred and sleepy, one of your hands tugging at Vergil’s shirt.

“Early.” He limited himself to answer, combing his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead once again. “You checked on him earlier while I was sleeping… It is my turn now, love. Rest.”

“You sure…?”

“Hmmm. Sleep now, love.” And, with those words, Vergil got up from his seat while you curled up on the couch to go back into slumber.

Nero had never seen his father so… Human. Vergil looked tired, dragging his dark blue slippers on the floor, approaching the bed as if he hadn’t rested for weeks. Rolling up the sleeves of his dark blue pajama, Vergil laid one of his hands on Nero’s forehead – clearly trying to check the temperature like you did. When he failed, he succumbed to the thermometer while ruffling Nero’s hair to wake him up.

“Hmmm…?” Nero pretended to open his eyes for the first time that morning, only to find a tired Vergil holding one pill in one of his hands and a glass of water in the other.

“It’s time for your medicine, Nero. You can go back to sleep after taking it.”

“Oh. Thanks…” And Nero would’ve taken it by himself if Vergil didn’t help him – just like you did. “And y/n…?”

“Hmmm. Y/n stayed up all night to watch over you while you slept. It’s my turn now.” Vergil’s voice was low, almost soft. “You can rest now.”

“Thanks… You two.”

As Vergil went back to the couch to serve as your pillow, Nero pretended to go back to sleep – but watched you both for a moment. He didn’t notice as some tears started to sparkle in his aquamarine eyes, threatening to overflow in that morning as that golden wave on his chest made him lose his breath for a while.

You were his family… You were his parents. And Nero smiled, while a few tears escaped from his eyes, and he went back to sleep – the Sun bringing what he had always asked the Moon.

His home.

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