(I lowkey self ship with him but I’m also writing this for other Vergil lovers <3)
Overview: Headcanons on how you became this guy’s S/O, I love this guy
After the events of Devil May Cry 5, he returns from Hell and tries to make amends, being around at the Devil May Cry office regularly. Key word: tries. He knows his son and brother won’t fully trust him after everything he’s done, but he’s attempting to fix his wrongdoings and his relationships with his family. That’s when he met you, you worked at Devil May Cry as well.
You weren’t exactly social with Vergil at first either. You both observed each other from afar. You weren’t exactly there for the big events of the Urizen conflict, rather, Urizen had you stuffed into a demon’s body and used you as a puppet to fight Dante and Nero. Knowing Urizen was apart of Vergil, you kept your distance.
A lot of the time, Vergil minded his own business, reading, helping Dante catch up with paperwork, etc., but from time to time, you caught the stoic twin eyeing you. He was observant, but in a creepy way, you could never tell what he was thinking or feeling. You brushed it off as him having stunted social skills and moved on with your day to day routine.
When the staring and observing got more persistent, you finally called him out on it, “what the hell are you staring for?” You snapped at him, he was startled by your feistiness, answering rather stoically, “you intrigue me.” He said simply, not a trace of emotion in his calculated words. What a fucking weirdo. You didn’t question him any further that time.
With time you were slightly intrigued by Vergil yourself, but it was his mannerisms and his behavioral patterns rather than his appearance. To put it lightly, Vergil was kind of stupid in social interactions and situations, he could NOT read a room or faces. The man was intelligent in every aspect except this one. He was socially awkward and emotionally stunted so watching him have conversations with other people gave you secondhand embarrassment.
When it came to curiosity over his mannerisms, it was small, silly things, constantly slicking his stray hairs back like a cat grooming itself, how quietly he walked, the way he’d read the same book over and over if he liked it enough, things like that. He was particular, and it was kind of cute. You were still extremely cautious of him, but you’d somewhat gone soft about the guy.
The more time passed the more you realized the guy was harmless for the most part. He did some atrocious shit, but…you couldn’t help but see the good in him, and honestly, to a degree, you understood why he did what he did, he lost his family, everything he ever knew at a young age, and to fill that void, he decided to fill it with power. He was hurt and vulnerable, but he took his trauma and grief into the wrong place. You eventually mustered up the courage to say something to him again, “hey..maybe, you’d like to get coffee at some point?” You offered. Vergil looked up from his book, answering with that same blank look and calm voice, “Your idea to get a drink and talk is useless, however, I will fancy your proposal, if tea is also an option, you have yourself a deal.” What a dick lmao, but yeah, you still wanna get to know the guy a little more.
When you’d both found yourself at a cafe, you had to kinda probe the guy’s mind, ask small questions first. “What kind of books do you read? I always see you reading,” you say, watching as he took a small sip of the Earl Grey tea in front of him. He answered with that nasally, androgynous voice of his, still no emotion in his words, “I prefer poetry and old literature, William Blake is my favorite author.” He answered you almost robotically, okay, that was a start.
As you talked to him more, you began to realize maybe the guy was just naturally very deadpan and overall a bit strange, but that kind of drew you to him. You liked a man with a unique personality, and boy was Vergil one of the strangest guys you’ve met. He was NOTHING like Dante, quite the opposite. You watched as he drank his tea, gently swirling it in the cup, watching the herbs at the bottom swirl with the liquid. The outing was somewhat of a success so far, you got him to talk about himself just a little.
He also surprisingly asked you questions about yourself, your background, your upbringing, why you were a demon hunter, some of your favorite things, so on so forth. You wonder if he was thinking up all of those questions about you all the way back when he started eyeing you at the Devil May Cry office. You answered his questions because quite frankly, you enjoyed talking to him, he was blunt, honest, he didn’t have a filter, he was just unapologetically himself.
After that outing, you both interacted at the office more frequently, and Vergil eventually proposed that the tea and coffee outings become more frequent. That caught you off guard, the man was a recluse 95% of the time, always buried in a book or working, so to know he wanted to get drinks with you more made you feel special, maybe he felt somewhat comfortable around you. Every other week became every other day, getting tea and chatting became a regular occurrence between the two of you.
The more you both went to the cafe and talked, the more you noticed he was becoming relaxed with you, he was SLIGHTLY more expressive (not by a lot). He was still stoic and odd, but there were subtle changes you soaked up.
Your friendship with Dante’s brother became a small crush. No, of all people it had to be the reclusive, power hungry demon with a knack for poetry. Why him? Why the guy that almost destroyed the world in search for power? You weren’t sure.
Vergil once again, was completely oblivious to your feelings for him, the man CAN’T read many emotions well. You sat him down to tell him you liked him, and he looked absolutely bewildered. “Like? As in you enjoy the conversations we have at the cafe?” God be was dumb, “no, I like like you,” you blurted at him. He still looked dumbfounded. “?”, “oh for fucks sake, I like you because you’re interesting, are you starting to connect the dots?” Still dumbfounded, oh this was gonna be hard to get your point across.
As days went on, you’d very obviously flirt with him at the office, your tea outings after work, etc., and he was starting to pick up on it, he just didn’t care to flirt, rather, he was direct as per usual, “no need to embarrass yourself with these words,” you looked at him puzzled. Maybe flirtation wasn’t the way to his heart.
The next thing you try is food, after all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, Dante was walking proof of that with his pizza. You left Vergil a savory danish bread with his name on the little box, a heart next to his name. You found he’d eaten it while you were gone, and he smiled subtly at you. Okay, it worked a little bit, but he probably saw it as more of a gesture than a way to show him you care.
The next step was touch. Oh boy this would be hard, he barely let his own son hug him. Vergil was on the couch in the office, legs crossed and a book in his hand. You sat down next to Vergil, peaking over his shoulder. He clears his throat quietly as if telling you to keep your distance. He didn’t like when people got TOO close. You move back a smidge, eyeing his hand. Just take his hand, squeeze it, kiss it, anything to show him your liking for him wasn’t just platonic. You gently scooped his free hand into your own, and he froze immediately, “what are you doing?” He looked tense, NOT used to this at all. You gently rub your thumb across his knuckles repeatedly. He looked like he wanted to push you away but was too afraid to. You gently withdrew your hand from his, watching for his reaction. “What was that for?” Vergil was still tense. “Vergil…I like you…in a loving way, not a friend way, and being subtle to get my point across wasn’t exactly working, you’re not very smart in social situations, Vergil.” Vergil huffed, “I did say I wanted you to be more blunt. I see now, you love me is what you’re saying?” He asked quietly, disbelief creeping into his voice. He wasn’t one to get too close.
“Yeah, Vergil. I love you.” You answered. He kind of stared for a moment, he was probably processing the whole situation. You watched his eyes wander down to his boots, his expression portraying thought. That’s the most emotion you’d ever seen on his face, his brows furrowed, his eyes were glossing over, you noticed his breathing becoming a little heavier. He looked anxious, but you didn’t bring it up so you didn’t embarrass him or make him uncomfortable. “Why? Why do you love me?” He asked, his brow still furrowed.
“Because, I feel a closeness, a feeling of peace and comfort around you. You’re strange and quiet, yes, but I think it adds to your charm.” You answered, gently reaching for his hand again, “May I?” He looked at your hand, still a little iffy about the touching, but he gently placed his hand into yours. He tensed up a bit as he felt your fingers intertwine with his. “I am…not exactly what you’d call an amazing person.” He stated, looking at your hand entangled with his. “I know Vergil, you’ve done things, things you likely regret, but it doesn’t define you as a person. It may define an era of your life, but it isn’t who you are as a person today.” You explained, squeezing his hand.
“Apologies, I just..thank you…” He seemed surprised that you saw the good in him. Most steered clear of him, but you saw something else, something more. “I have always habitually pushed people away..I don’t want to do the same to you.” He admits. You were shocked to see him vulnerable. “You’ll learn, Vergil, it’s okay.” You hold your arms out for a hug, letting him decide. You watch him inch closer, awkwardly leaning in your arms. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tight. “I think I like you too.” He finally said quietly.
