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theh0lylyre · 18 days ago

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"I do know that I love you."

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(vergil and you are college students (demonic research majors), f!reader, friends to lovers)

ps. hi guys.... um... this is my first time posting on tumblr, not really familiar with it. i joined the DMC fandom 3 months ago... obviously i've been obsessed with verg lately. enjoy!

also, sorry if this is ass... i'll make a part 2 if this doesn't flop 🥹

The college quad was a patchwork of shadows and moonlit cobblestone as Vergil, his half-demon eyes reflecting the night's glow, strolled through it. He had always felt a strange kinship with the shadows, as if they understood his dual nature better than anyone else ever could.

A sudden laughter echoed through the silence, and Vergil's ears twitched. He knew that sound. It was you, the human girl who sat next to him in his ancient texts class. Your laugh was like a cool breeze through the stifling library stacks, a stark contrast to the heavy tomes that spoke of his ancestors' battles and conquests.

Turning the corner, he saw you, surrounded by a group of friends, all of them fully human. They were playing a game, their faces alight with joy and excitement. Your cheeks were flushed from the chilly evening air, your hair bouncing as you moved, and you looked more alive than any of the ancient spirits he had studied.

For a moment, Vergil felt an intense pang of envy. He had always kept his distance from humans, aware of the risks his kind posed to them. But watching you, he couldn't help but feel a yearning for the warmth and camaraderie that seemed to come so easily to you.

He approached, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. As he neared, you looked up and your eyes meet. Your smile widened, and you waved him over. "Vergil!" you called out, your voice tinged with surprise and delight. "You're actually joining us?"

The game was simple: a round of truth or dare. Vergil felt a peculiar sensation in his chest as your hand brushed against his when it was his turn. It was electric, and he knew that this simple touch had the power to change everything. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the whispers of his demonic heritage urging him to claim you as his own.

The group grew quiet as they awaited his response. He could feel their curious gazes on him, wondering what secrets he held in his half-human heart. But all he could think about was the dare that was forming in his mind, one that might bring him closer to you or push you away forever.

"I dare you," he began, his voice steady despite his racing pulse, "to dance with me."

Your eyes widened, and you glanced around at your friends, who were now grinning mischievously. "Okay," you said, taking his hand. "But only if you're up for the challenge."

And with that, you stepped into the center of the circle, the shadows and moonlight playing on both faces. As the music started, Vergil felt something unravel within him, something he hadn't felt since he was a child, hiding his true nature from the world.

He swung you around, your laughter ringing out like a bell in the still night. The other students clapped and cheered, but Vergil only had eyes for you. And in that moment, he knew that he was falling in love with the one person who could never truly understand his darkness.

The dance was over too soon, and as the last note faded away, you looked up at him, your eyes shining. "That was... amazing," you murmured, your hand still in his. "I didn't know you could dance like that."

Vergil felt a blush creep up his cheeks, a human trait that never failed to surprise him. "I guess it's been a while," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But you make it easy."

Your smile grew softer, and you leaned in closer. "Thank you," you whispered, your breath warm on his cheek. "For the dance, and for joining us tonight."

The air between them thickened with unspoken feelings, and for a heart-stopping moment, Vergil thought you might kiss him. But then, you pulled away, the spell broken by the shiver that ran through you. "I should get back to my dorm," you said, your smile dimming slightly. "It's getting cold."

Vergil nodded, his own heart heavy with the weight of his secret. He couldn't let her get too close. It wasn't just the rules of the college they'd be breaking—it was the laws of nature themselves. "Of course," he said, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice. "I'll walk you back."

As you both strolled through the quad, the silence stretched out like a tightrope. Vergil could feel the tension in the air, a tension that had nothing to do with the cold. It was the kind that came before a storm, before the world shifted on its axis.

You shivered again, and Vergil couldn't help but wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He told himself it was just to keep you warm, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. It was a silent declaration of his feelings, a promise to protect you from the shadows that lurked inside him.

But you didn't seem to notice the gravity of the gesture. You leaned into him, your head resting against his chest. "You know," you said, your voice thoughtful, "you're not what I expected from a half-demon."

Vergil's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

You looked up at him, your eyes searching. "You're not... scary. Or dangerous."

He forced a smile. "You've only seen the surface," he said, hoping you wouldn't see through the lie. "There's a lot more to me than meets the eye."

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before you nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. As you both reached your dorm, you turned to him, your expression earnest. "Thank you, Vergil. For everything."

He watched as you disappeared through the arched doorway, the warmth of your touch lingering on his arm. Then, with a sigh, he melted back into the shadows, the weight of his secret heavier than ever.

The night was long and restless for Vergil. His thoughts swirled like a tempest, torn between his growing love for you and the fear of what it could mean. He knew that your worlds were different, that you both were never meant to cross. But as the moon sank lower in the sky, he couldn't shake the feeling that fate had other plans for him.

The next day in class, he found it difficult to concentrate. Every time he looked at you, all he could see was your smiling face under the moonlight. His heart ached with the desire to hold you again, to tell you the truth and hope that you would accept him for who he truly was.

But the words remained trapped in his throat, a prisoner of his fear. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, your friendship grew stronger, the bond unshakeable. Yet, Vergil knew that it was only a matter of time before the storm that brewed within him would break free.

One evening, as you sat together in the library, surrounded by the dusty tomes of ancient lore, you turned to him with a question in your eyes. "Vergil," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "what are you really hiding?"

He froze, his hand hovering over an open book. He had hoped it wouldn't come to this, that he could keep you in the light without ever revealing his own darkness. But now, with the question hanging in the air, he knew he couldn't lie to you anymore. "I...," he began, his voice heavy, "there's something you need to know about me."

Your gaze never left his, eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. "What is it?"

Vergil took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I'm not just a half-demon," he said, the words feeling like shards of glass in his mouth. "I'm the son of a powerful demon lord. My kind... we're not like humans. We have urges, instincts that can be..." He paused, searching for the right words. "Dangerous."

For a moment, you said nothing, the silence stretching out. Then, you reached out and placed your hand on his. "Vergil, it doesn't matter," you said firmly. "You're you."

Your words hit him like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the path before him. Maybe, just maybe, you could see past the shadows that had always defined him. "You're right," he murmured, squeezing your hand in return.

Your eyes meet again, and in that moment, Vergil knew that he had to tell you everything. The truth about his heritage, the battles he'd fought to control his demonic instincts, and the fear that he might one day lose himself to them completely. He watched as you processed the information, your expression shifting from shock to understanding to something else entirely—something that looked suspiciously like admiration.

"Vergil," you said, your voice gentle, "you're the bravest person I know. To fight against your own nature like that... it's inspiring."

His chest tightened, his heart swelling with a warmth he hadn't felt in years. Leaning closer, he whispers. "I don't know what the future holds for us, but I do know that I love you."

Your eyes searched his, and then you leaned in your lips, brushing against his in a soft, sweet kiss that seemed to banish the shadows from his soul. It was the first time he had felt truly alive, truly accepted for who he was—both the demon and the man.

The kiss deepened, breaths mingling in the quiet library. But as the world around faded away, Vergil felt something stir within him—a power that had lain dormant for too long. His eyes flashed with a fiery light, and his hand began to tremble with the effort to keep his demonic energy at bay.

You pulled back, your eyes wide with shock. "Vergil?" You whispered, your voice shaking.

He took a shaky breath, willing the flames in his eyes to recede. "It's okay," he assured you, though his voice was strained. "It's just... I need to go."

With a heavy heart, he stood, leaving you sitting there, your hand still hovering in the space where he had been. He knew he had to find a way to control his powers, to protect you from the chaos that was bound to come.

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