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Being in a relationship with someone was hard, but it pays off with love and good times spent together. Being in a relationship with a half demon was always a mystery. Everyday could be the last one, for one or another. Every encounter with the horde of demons, or some powerful beings was leaving questions about their future life. But every win, every day ended alive, was a success, every night spent in his arms was worth everything. To be chosen by one of the most powerful being in the world, winning his cold heart, closed for any interaction, was worth every gruesome fight, every day spent in the van, looking for demons, everything.
They turn around in Vergil’s arms, to feel even more surrounded by him. He hums quietly, changing his position a little to wrap his arms around the smaller body beside him. Of course he wasn’t sleeping, or Y/n accidently woke him up. Being in the survival mode for his whole life, trapped in the Underworld and tortured, obviously takes its toll on Vergil. When he and Dante returned from the Devil’s world, he fell asleep after a week, when Dante finally forced him. Sleep was dangerous. It was the most vulnerable state of every living creature, leaving them open for attacks, for death. And Vergil hated sleeping. The thought of being open for danger, without any protection, was eating up on him. But, as every living creature, he needs sleep, the time to replenish his strength, to rest his mind. Even as a half demon, it was necessary.
Y/n remembered their first night spent together. Hell, for the first month, Vergil wasn’t sleeping or slept only for two or three hours at night. His need to protect the one he loved the most added to all the previous problems. Now his dream was light as a feather but he was resting at least.
In contrast to Y/n at this moment. The previous day was overwhelming, but they couldn’t keep their eyes closed. It was one of these nights, when they couldn’t believe their luck. To be loved by someone so powerful and beautiful. By the Demon’s King himself. It seemed to be comical; an innocent human, with normal life, being in love with the Son of Sparda. This Sparda in whom they believed in as a God.
“I feel your eyes on me” murmured Vergil, startling Y/n a little. “Why are you awake?” he asked, looking at them with slightly opened eyes. The moon light caught in his irises, turning their grey shade more icy, like an inside of a cave, deep in the iceberg. Y/n lost their words, forgot how to form a coherent sentence, too mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the half demon. Vergil placed his slightly colder hand on their cheek, adoring the sensitive, human skin under his thumb.
For him, humans were weak. Too weak, given all the demons roaming around the world. This race wasn’t prepared for any danger, they didn't have any protection, natural weapons like claws, or enhanced speed to at least escape. Vergil still thinks it would be more humane to eradicate humans, but then he remembered his mother. Even as a human, she was strong enough to raise two half demons, to fight for them, losing her life in the aftermath. He slowly moved his thumb, gazing at the delicate skin with adoration. Why this human stole his heart, he has no idea. But to be loved by them, being understood and taken care of breaks his inner chains, letting his human nature show up slowly.
“I can’t fall asleep” answered Y/n after a long pause. Vergil almost forgot what he asked them, as he was caught in the moment. He hums slightly and placed his hand on the back of their head, to keep them close to his chest.
“You need rest” he said, kissing their temple.
His hand adoring their cheek stopped time. As his eyes slowly moved around their face, it was only Y/n and Vergil in this world, nothing more and nothing less. For a second, their life was fulfilled, being in his arms for an eternity seemed like a good end. But the reality was still here, as was the bruises and exhaustion from the last fight. All of it hitted at once, breaking the hypnotic atmosphere between them.
“You too” they said, cuddling to his chest with a yawn, as their eyes finally stayed close. “I hope we will get this day off that Dante promised us” they added.
“I don’t need a whole day off” said Vergil, adjusting the duvet as the cold, night wind entered from the slightly opened window.
“But I want to spend a day with you, without fighting and fearing for you” they answered, almost whining with complaint. Sure, there was still much to clean up after the Qliphot, but one day off wouldn’t harm anybody.
“We are busy right now and I want to make a safer world for you” said Vergil, his voice gentle and full of love. He understood Y/n’s need, but he really wanted to end all of the hunting as fast as possible.
“I know, and I want it for you too, but all of it will be useless if we die from exhaustion” they argued, clenching a fist around his shirt. They really understand the matter, the importance of clearing up the city, but for the last few days they were keep getting more tired and frustrated. What if this will not end? What if they will be fighting with demons to their death in a fight? What if they make a mistake in a fight and it leads to harm someone they love?
Vergil looked at the window, the moon covered by the clouds. Not even the nights were fully used by them, to rest, to recharge their strength, so maybe one day wouldn’t be that bad? After all, Dante and the rest of the team would be in the field, while Vergil and Y/n would be just a call away. And, to be fully honest with himself, the blue devil wanted to spend a day with his love. To make them feel good, to cherish them, to adore them in a way they deserve.
“I guess we can get a day off” he said, but didn't get the answer as Y/n, finally thought, fell asleep. Vergil was kinda worried that they would close their eyes, feeling defeated and disappointed with him. It wasn't fair that he delayed his answer for so long, not being wary of their needs. However, he could still pay them off for it. With breakfast and a lazy morning spent in bed, doing nothing but cuddling. And with this plan he too fell asleep, dreaming of nothing, wanting to satisfy his love.
Y/n opened their eyes and immediately realized they were alone in the bed. The spot beside them was cold, meaning Vergil left the room a long time ago. So he probably went on a mission with Dante, leaving Y/n behind, so they could rest. It breaks their heart. They wanted a day spent together, with him, doing nothing but watching something dumb and resting. But it was predictable that the all mighty Son of Sparda was pressing himself to kill demons. How stupid.
Well not totally stupid, but stupid for Y/n right now.
They hugged their plush seal Jason and turned to the window, catching their phone from the nightstand. However, a message from Vergil “Do not leave the bed” sparked a hope in Y/n’s heart. So maybe he was in the house. Maybe he ignored the mission and decided to stay. But now, they were curious, what did Vergil prepare?
Thankfully, they weren't waiting long, as the door to the bedroom opened.
“Good morning love” he said and placed a plate with fresh pancakes on the nightstand. “How was your sleep?” The question was ignored, as Y/n used the opportunity of him bending, and grabbed his free hand pulling him on the bed. They plastered themselves into him, as they were a child clinging to their mother.
“Thank you” they said, kissing his head and nuzzling into him. “I was afraid you already leave”
“I thought it through at night and agreed with you. We need a day off” he answered, smiling and hugging his partner. “Now eat breakfast, you need strength to do nothing today” added Vergil, backing off and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Of course”