Hi !! Could I request something with jealous or overprotective Vergil? If youd be interested in writing anything like that, but no worries if not!! Love your work! 🌻💖
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Jealous of his brother (Jealous!Vergil x Reader)
Vergil had a problem that he refused to talk about: he got insanely jealous whenever you were around Dante. He couldn't, and refused to, explain why he felt this way, but he did.
Maybe it was because Dante was so charismatic and easy to talk to, and he wasn't. Maybe it was because Dante didn't look as intimidating as he did, or maybe it was because Dante had the confidence to do things Vergil wouldn't even dream of doing.
Whatever the reason was, it made Vergil very insecure and envious of Dante whenever he saw the two of you together--just watching you greet his brother made his blood boil. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it, except sit and fume in silence, as he was doing right now, while he watched you and Dante chat about the latter's experience during a recent mission.
"...Yeah, then one of those Hell Caina bastards came stunblin' towards me, so I leaped outta the way like this-" Dante did a backflip, pulled his pistols out, and landed on the ground with his guns extended. "Then I pulled the trigger and ripped 'em to shreds!"
"Wow, nice!" You praised, clapping. From over in his seat, Vergil scoffed. Like that was so impressive, a stupid backflip. He could do a triple-spin mid-air! "That's pretty cool, you think you could teach me to do that sometime?" You asked, making Vergil's internal temperature rise even further.
"Love to. How bout this weekend?" Dante replied. When you nodded, Vergil stiffened like a board and clenched his fists.
"Sounds great," You responded, beaming. "I'll see you then. Bye." Dante winked at you, then walked off, presumably to partake in whatever debauchery he usually did. Vergil, on the other hand, busied himself with more noble goals: following you down the streets to your shared home. Once you had set foot through, closed, and locked the door, Vergil circled round to the back of the house, and from there, opened a portal with the Yamato because he never took his keys. He stepped through it and emerged in your living room, where you were reading a book.
"Y/N." His voice suddenly echoing from the corner startled you, but you quickly composed yourself.
"Hey Verg," You responded, setting down your book and standing up to hug him. Vergil accepted your embrace as stiffly as he always did, but something felt off this time. He appeared even more tense than usual, a sign that something was bothering him. "You alright?" You asked, gently rubbing circles into his back.
"...No," Vergil admitted, after a long pause. "No, I am not."
"What's wrong?"
"I...overheard you talking to Dante, earlier," Vergil confessed, sighing and wrapping his arms around you. "I...suppose...I got....jealous."
"What? Jealous? You?" You giggled, sinking deeper into his hug, flattered by the fact that he would feel jealous of someone because of you. "Why?"
"I...well...I was envious of Dante...." Vergil cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing, "Because he...because you....seemed so...comfortable around him." You looked up at him, eyes widening.
"Really?" You asked, amazed. "You got jealous...because I was getting along with Dante?" Vergil let out a low grumble and looked away, his pale cheeks beginning to tint pink. You grinned and hugged him again, as tight as you could. "Idiot! Like Dante could ever replace you! We might be friends, but that's it! Nothing more." You reached up, cupped his check, and directed his gaze down to you. "No matter what, I'm always gonna love you, Verg. You're my favorite Sparda twin." Vergil's expression softened at these words, and he leaned down to place a brief kiss to your cheek.
"Thank you, Y/N. I am thankful for the affirmation." Vergil could now breathe easier, now that he knew his jealousy was unfounded and that you would always choose him over anyone else. The man of motivation was even more motivated now that he knew he was your favorite son of Sparda. Take that, Dante!
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