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brandstifter-sys · 2 years

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Sealed

@dukexietyweek Day 1: Fantasy

Word Count: 1486 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T+

Warnings: Innuendo, Injury Mention, Knives

Selkies are valuable for their pelts and their forced companionship, so naturally Remus is conflicted about winding up on a ship with a hottie doctor who's hiding his pelt so he can "heal from the orca attack"

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It was so easy to think that a selkie would be an easy catch. They were just perfect prey for a lonely pirate—sell the seal skin, get a wife, get rich. Virgil knew better than that. He knew that selkies were sneaky bastards that would find their skins, no matter what the cost, to get away from humans looking to own them. He also knew that some selkies were men, and they were all far more aggressive than anyone could imagine when provoked.

That's why he was cautious when they found him on the beach, broken and bleeding all over his pelt. The poor thing was probably attacked by an orca and he was lucky to be alive. The captain still had his crew bring him aboard upon Virgil's request and Virgil personally tended to his wounds. Of course, he had to hide his seal skin pelt so the selkie could heal, and he told the selkie that when he woke.

Remus was a wily thing, eager to make friends with the crew and more than willing to pick up some slack on the ship, even if it was bad for him. But he was always searching, always looking for his escape. He would do anything to leave, and Virgil understood that all too well. That had to be the reason Remus kept flirting with him. Virgil couldn't let himself hope.

"Virgil!" Remus called to him sweetly from the stairs. It was the middle of the night. Of course it was. Virgil was busy cleaning his tools and bandages in the dim candle light, sitting on his personal trunk, and not in the mood to have Remus charm him into revealing the hiding place. Sitting with his back to the wall, Virgil remained silent and watched for the imp.

Remus skipped into the surgeon's workspace with a twisted grin, a grin Virgil knew all too well. He was wobbly and he still had dressings on his thigh, but he was still moving. Virgil was tempted to scold him for being so careless with his injuries, but Remus wouldn't listen.

"There you are!" Remus cooed and straddled his lap. He was clearly trying to use his strong figure to seduce, and his eyes were clouded with a veil of lust.

"You should be resting, it's late," Virgil said without looking at him, "and we both know what you're really after."

"Do we, now?" Remus giggled and ran his hand down Virgil's cheek, "and what is that?"

"Isn't it obvious," Virgil said, hearing the sound of a knife coming out of its sheath, "And if you kill me, you'll never know where your seal skin is."

"It's a shame," Remus cooed and held the blade to Virgil's throat, "I actually really like you, but I'm not going to be a permanent slave. I'm not going to be tricked."

"If I were really thinking about forcing you to stay, wouldn't I be coming on to you and seeking you out more than anyone else?" Virgil asked with a smirk. He couldn't help but be a little shit, despite the threat in his lap, "Wouldn't I be begging for a situation just like this?"

"You're holding it for someone else," Remus growled.

"Why would I do that?" Virgil asked, amazed that he could remain calm despite his pulse thundering in his ears. The dagger at his throat was terrifying and arousing, an empty threat.

"A reward. I know the value of selkie skins on land, and I know how easy it is to share your pretty little toys when you know you won't lose them."

"I don't care about money and if all I wanted was a taste, I would have gotten it by now. You're not making it hard to do that, you're making it too easy—I don't want you making your injury worse, is that really so hard to believe?"

"So you don't want me?" Remus pouted and lowered his knife. Virgil took the opportunity to snatch the knife and pin Remus to the wall instead.

"I didn't say that," he purred and ran the flat of the blade down Remus' cheek, "I want more than what you're offering," he dragged the edge of the blade across Remus' throat, barely grazing the skin and not drawing blood. Remus was trembling and breathing heavily.

"Right now I want your trust. I will give you your pelt when you're fully healed, like I said before. I want you to trust that much," Virgil said and set the knife down.

"Then give me yours. Tell me where it is. I'll stay until I'm healed," Remus breathed and grabbed Virgil's back, pulling him closer, "or until you want to get rid of me. Whichever comes last."

"You know you don't have to seduce me to get what you want," Virgil said softly, pressing their foreheads together.

"And if I just want to seduce you?" Remus questioned, staring into those hypnotic brown eyes. Virgil cupped his chin and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Get up," Virgil said as he pulled away, leaving Remus wanting more. Remus did as he was asked and watched Virgil kneel by his trunk. He pulled a key from his neck and opened it. Remus expected he would dig through his clothes, binders, and valuables to get to the bottom. But he pulled a flap down from the lid, instead. Two neatly folded seal skins fell out.

"Virgil whose—"

"It's mine, I haven't worn it in a long time. Now you know why no one else would ever find yours."

"And here I thought I was crazy and falling for a human holding my pelt and holding me on this ship. There's a word for it but I don't remember. Looks like I'm not!" Remus giggled and knelt by him.

"'Falling for?' You didn't hit your head, did you?" Virgil quipped and put the seal skins away. Remus pouted at him as he closed and locked the trunk.

"You can keep up with me, you're gorgeous, and you take care of the people around you. And you're the main reason I'm still alive. That orca was sadistic, and I was thrown around and left to rot, but you saved me. Why would you doubt that I would fall for you?"

"Because I thought you might just want that back and as soon as you got it you'd leave and stop pretending," Virgil admitted softly and closed his eyes, "And it's easier to think it's all an act." He was expecting Remus to argue with him, complain that he was being unreasonable, or maybe even walk away and prove him right.

Remus did none of those things. He grabbed Virgil's face and slammed their lips together. He clung to Virgil desperately and tongued into his mouth. He let out a soft moan when Virgil pulled him closer and kissed back with as much longing.

"I'm falling for another selkie who isn't holding me hostage and is making sure I'm all better. It's a lot healthier this way," Remus giggled, "I think I can let myself fall completely."

"And I'm falling for an idiot who keeps wandering around when he needs to rest his leg," Virgil mumbled and kissed him softly. Remus smiled and ran his fingers through Virgil's dark hair.

"You know I need to keep from getting bored. But you can entertain me."

"Can I?" Virgil hummed and ran his thumb over Remus' mustache. Remus kissed his thumb and grinned.

"Mhm! Especially with that dagger!" Remus purred and ran his hand down Virgil's breastbone. Virgil grabbed his hand before it slid too low and brought it to his lips.

"Got anything that doesn't involve moving your leg too much?" Virgil asked cheekily.

"Cuddles and story swapping, with a lot of kissing breaks. Or you could teach me to surgery. Or all of that."

"All of that," Virgil said and scooped him up, carrying him to Virgil's hammock. Remus squeaked and held on as Virgil climbed into the hammock and carefully adjusted Remus to lay on top of him.

"All of that, and more," Virgil hummed and let Remus get comfy, curling up to his chest and nuzzling into his neck.

"You're warm," Remus said and wrapped his arms around Virgil, "And as excited as me!"

"Yeah, I have you cuddling my chest, why wouldn't I be, Pup?"

"You're still a cuddly boy, even if you haven't dressed up for a while," Remus hummed, letting Virgil hold him close.

"Tell anyone and I'll find that orca to finish the job," Virgil huffed and ruffled his hair. Remus giggled and kissed his neck.

"As long as you come to me first, I won't tell anyone!" Remus teased and yawned.

"I promise," Virgil said softly and closed his eyes, "good night, Remus."

"Good night, Virgil," Remus grumbled, "I'm stealing your pelt in the morning." Virgil sure hoped he would try.

#dukexietyweek2022 #sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #dukexiety #trans!virgil #ftm!virgil #knives tw #injury ment tw #sex mention tw #sandyscribed

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two-am-outlines-only · 2 years

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When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! Please go look at the wonderful art that inspired this work and support them with reblogs so their work can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this as well, they helped make it flow a lot better.

Chapter Summary: Virgil didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky being able to work with Logan in stars tailoring shop. All he knew is Logan made him feel beautiful, inside and out.

Day 6 Prompt: Past/Future

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1918

AO3 link

Chapter Six: Mirror Our Past With a Better Future

Logan leaned back in stars stool, a quirk to stars lips as star eyed the newest frock up and down. It wasn’t a style star usually went for- elegant and flowing as it was star much preferred a lot more poof and edge when it came to dress design. Carefully taking the pins from stars mouth back into the container star took another look at stars sketch. Long, delicate looking fabric swung off the hips and just barely brushed the floor. star hadn’t added color but star knew that it faded from a rich purple to a smoky black at the bottom, trimmed with a slight frill that made it swirl across the floor. The medium scoop neck flared out into puffed sleeves that gathered at the ends to grip the wrists. star had already made the deeper purple corset covered in a delicate lace, with shining false buckles lining the front and black ribbon that actually laced it in the back.

Looking down at stars own slightly oversized jumper paired with a medium length skirt and boots laced up to stars knees star couldn’t help but laugh softly. This was definitely a far cry from what star ever thought star would wear, let alone make. Somehow though, star knew star wasn’t going to be the one wearing it, and thankfully working alone in the shop meant star could afford a side project without tripping up anyone else. Typically with more elaborate projects like this star would make a prototype first, of a slightly less fancy design, and make sure all the kinks and possible uncomfortable spots were worked out of the design and made into something star could be proud of selling. Ever since star had taken over the tailoring shop star had been working towards a single goal- making things people could feel comfortable in. But with this- it had sat in stars brain for not even a day before star had finally relented and sketched it out and set to work immediately picking out the perfect fabric for it.

Taking the needle back up star leaned close to gather the waist as carefully as star could, quick fingers moving skillfully to the tune star was quietly humming. This would certainly take a while, but star had a feeling it would be worth it.

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Virgil leaned back in his stool, a smile on his lips as he looked the newest frock up and down. It was stunning like everything Logan made was and he found himself caught by how grateful he was to be sitting with stars, listening to stars quiet humming as star worked diligently. He knew star used to work here alone so he was always grateful to be allowed to sit with star. It was a simple thing, far from his usual somewhat dramatic style but Logan had assured him it would look nice so he had eventually resented. Folding his legs underneath him he only smiled further at the concerned look he was given, waving it off but putting one leg back down as a compromise. He assumed the quiet huff meant he had won and settled down even further to continue admiring the other work.

The skirt was gathered at the waist and slightly poofy from the petticoat layer underneath purple plaid dominated the pattern with black accents that broke it up nicely. Swinging his current jean-clad leg he began softly humming along to the tune Logan had been repeating, harmonizing low so it wouldn’t be too much of a distraction. He beamed as Logan shot him a smile- Virgil never could resist it- and looked away with a small blush to observe the rest of the shop. It was quiet today thankfully, the emptiness being a welcome reprieve from the chaos of yesterday. There had been a slight scheduling error which meant nearly everyone had come to get their orders at the same time, clamoring for places in line while the two frantically ran back and forth trying to shove everything in boxes as neatly as they could before shooing the clients out the door and tending to the next. As good a business day as it was they had been exhausted afterwards and the day spent with just the two of them was helping to melt away the lingering anxiety.

His smile turned soft again while watching Logan carefully pin along a seam, admiring the years of skill built into the movements. He remembered the first time he had walked into the store- not realized Logan had made nearly everything there- and being awestruck at the realization of how much time and care was put into every project. This one would most likely still take a while but he had a feeling it would be worth it.

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Logan perked stars head up as the bell chimed at the door, managing to get one last stitch in before standing and making stars way out of the workroom. Stepping out star could just barely see a shock of purple hair moving between the racks, piquing stars curiosity enough to smooth down stars choppy, self cut mullet and make stars way over. star caught the other’s eye as star approached and star made sure to offer a kind smile to the obviously uncomfortable customer. They were gripping a couple different dress sleeves and worrying the fabric between their fingers as they shuffled their feet awkwardly.

star offered stars hand to shake, trying valiantly to be polite and not suggest a fidget cube instead for the nervous tic. “Hello, I’m Logan, star/stars pronouns please. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Virgil...he/him.” He didn’t take stars hand so Logan retracted it easily. Some people were weary of soulmates, preferring not to touch anyone’s hand before they were ready and Logan could respect that. “I uh- I like your skirt. I kinda miss wearing them so I was just browsing.”

“Is there a particular style you’re looking for?”

Licking his lips Virgil nervously glanced through the various styles on the rack, mumbling low enough Logan had to strain to hear. “No...I’m not really sure I should be wearing them anymore- just wanted to look.”

Oh. Logan knew where this person was coming from, star had felt the same way when stars pronouns had changed- wanting to pass as...well decidedly not feminine but missing the garments star had made and worn nearly all stars life. Offering an understanding smile, star turned and began sifting through the colors to try and find something simple he might be comfortable trying. “You just have to find something you’re confident in.”

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Virgil slid off the stool as he heard the bell chime, motioning to Logan that he could take care of it and making his way to the front of the store. Blowing his purple hair out of his eyes in a vain attempt to make it look more presentable he caught sight of someone's back to him as they browsed the racks nearest to the front of the store. Leaning against the counter he made sure to make a bit of noise before speaking up so as not to startle them. “May I help you find something?”

Throwing a smile over their shoulder they held up a comfortable looking blouse triumphantly and made their way over. “Already found it!”

Smiling at the cheerful customer he quickly rang them up and handed them their bag, waving as they left as he thought back to when he had first stepped foot through the doors. He wished he had had even half of that person’s confidence back then, instead if he remembered correctly he had nearly had a nervous breakdown over a skirt. Screwing his mouth to one side he turned on his heel and walked back into the workroom, hands on his hips as he stood next to Logan and leaned his head on stars shoulder. “You’re gonna go cross eyes if you keep squinting like that.”

Rolling stars eyes only to wince immediately after star consented and stuck the needle in a safe spot where it wouldn’t fall out. “I’m almost done anyway. Just need to patch up this side, I didn’t cut it straight enough to lay right.”

Pressing a kiss to stars cheek Virgil looked at the garment with barely contained excitement. “I love it already.”

“I just want to make you something you’ll be confident in.” Virgil smiled hearing the phrase he had heard so many years ago, remembering the effort star had gone through to find something he would like.

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“Come out when you’re ready.” Logan called as star hung the already discarded pieces back on the rack. Biting stars lip star glanced at stars workroom in thought. Technically the dress was done and star was sure Virgil would look beautiful in it but star wasn’t sure he’d be comfortable in something so fancy right now. Looking back as Virgil came out with the skirt hung over his arm the decision was made for stars.

“Wait here.” Shooting him a smile star left to quickly tie off the last of the stitching and tug the dress off the mannequin, grabbing up the corset as star passed through the door. Virgil’s eyes blew wide when he saw the dress, immediately going to protest but getting quickly shushed as the pile of fabric was shoved into his arms. “Go change it’s fine! I need someone to model it anyway!”

A few minutes passed during which Logan nervously worried at the skin around stars thumb, hoping star hadn’t pushed the man too far. When star finally heard the door creak and turned towards Virgil however, all the nervous tension drained away leaving nothing but quiet awe.

“Oh,” star said simply.

The realization earned star a puzzled look but the brief confusion did nothing to wipe away the brilliant smile on his face. The dress fit perfectly, the ends of the flowing skirt hitting the floor just so and the deep purple contrasting nickel with his pale features. The corset smoothed out his curves while still framing him wonderfully and Logan could swear there was air in the room just a moment ago but all star could do was gape stupidly at the radiance before him.

“I must have been making that for you,” star said quietly. “You look stunning.”

Blushing profusely, Virgil raised one of his hands. “I couldn’t get the buttons…”

“Allow me.” Logan was careful to avoid making contact with his skin as star looped the buttons. Pausing suddenly as memory after happy memory flooded stars thoughts star looked down to see one finger curled tentatively around stars own, glancing back up to see Virgil smiling softly.

“I had a feeling.” He offered sheepishly.

Logan smiled, squeezing his hand in stars. “So did I.”

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“Come out when you’re ready!” Virgil heard Logan call for him and gave himself one last once over before deeming himself presentable. He ducked out of the dressing room giddily and twirled for his audience of one, cheeks aching from the wideness of his smile as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers excitedly.

“It fits perfectly!” He watched as Logan smiled and reached for his hand, happily taking it and squeezing.

“You look absolutely stunning.” Blushing at the compliment he leaned forward to rest his head against the others chest, drinking in stars presence and relaxing against stars.

“I love you.” He offered quietly.

Smiling, Logan enveloped him in a gentle hug. “So do I.”

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#oren writes #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #analogicalweek #analogical week 2021 #analogical #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #logan sanders #sanders sides logan #virgil x logan #virgil sanders x logan sanders #nonbinary!logan #trans!virgil

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fossilizedhysterics · 24 days

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sanders sides beach episode when

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mono-socke · 2 months

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Patton with his dark strange son <33

here's one without the trans flag (in case you don't share this headcanon with me)

#sanders sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #me doing art #yes virgil is trans bcuz I say so #they have my heart <33 #(you could see this as moxiety too. idrc)#(i mean to me their relationship is more like father/son but I don't mind the ship)

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punkeropercyjackson · 3 months

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These slayed harder than Danny Phantom ever could

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jasontoddssuper · 1 year

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I'm very glad that Hiccup Haddock,Jim Hawkins and Peter Parker have gotten the recognizition they deserve for how accidentally trans guy-coded they are BUT i would like to give some appreciation to some other childhood characters who's tboy swag is also off the charts:

Not only are they canon kings of color but in my (very correct) opinion,they're transmasc kings too <3

#aang #virgil hawkins #jake long #trans aang #trans virgil hawkins #trans jake long #aanglove #atla geekery #static shock #jake long american dragon #transmasc #trans men #transmasculine #transgender #nostalgiacore #💌#letters from summer #pop post 🌟

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randomnerd737 · 29 days

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✨non binary Virgil ✨

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #trans #non binary #headcannon #also happy trans visibility day!

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soysaucevictim · 8 months

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Just wanted to sketch some Gymrat!Virgil with very very obvious allusions to her/his relationship with Remus.

'cause Dukexiety brainrot, m' dudes.

#pixel spill #sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #gymrat au #(loosely related to fic i'm writing where vi questions and pokes around the gender thing)#(vi gets different areas of insight/support from the known fellow trans members of the crew - lo + jan + rem)#(correspondingly - basically all six of them have some himbo/bimbo/thembo energy man)

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crypt1dcorv1dae · 11 months

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“can my uterus not cramp i have he/him in my bio”

#virgil hawkins #static #static shock #dc comics #milestone comics #fanart #crypted creations #doodles #yeah hes trans. and what about it? deal with it.

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sinfulforrest · 2 days

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there's nothing like making out sloppy style with your sworn hated enemy! love wins, I guess???

Trace (on left + the yandere) belongs to me, Virgil (on right) belongs to @endlessoak!

#the hunt for love #thfl #thfl trace #thfl virgil #virgil fitzroy #oakie oc #yandere #male yandere #male yandere oc #yandere boy #trans yandere #trans male yandere

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goodieghosty · 26 days

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The man! The myth!! The legend!!!

#goodies.art #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts art #ts fanart #trans #ftm #trans!virgil

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brandstifter-sys · 2 years

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Duchess' Bodyguard

@dukexietyweek Day 4 - Famous

Word Count: 1633 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T+

Warnings: mild transphobia, sex mentions

Virgil is a bodyguard for the pop sensation, Duchess (AKA Reina) and he has a list of reasons why he isn't good enough to ask her out. Reina strongly disagrees.

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Virgil really hated his job. He was a bodyguard for hire and he was basically just there to push the paparazzi back from celebrities that didn't give a shit about him. He had to make sure that their food wasn't poisoned, keep hordes of ravenous fans back, and all of this while getting every little thing for the person he was babysitting. But his current client, she was worth it.

Virgil stood guard outside of her dressing room and waited. After that night's performance, he was sure his client, Reina, would be looking forward to getting back home finally. Touring around the country could be tiring for anyone, and it was even more of a strain on the seemingly tireless Duchess.

"Virgie," a familiar voice cooed from behind the door, "I'm ready to go if you are." Instead of waiting for an answer, she opened the door with a bright smile.

Virgil turned around stiffly and nodded to her. Reina always had the perfect disguise. A baggy hoodie, a compression shirt, a beanie, and baggy pants. It worked out well since she had a thin mustache that was usually hidden by glue and makeup.

"Deadname or just a nickname?" he asked, trying to keep from melting under her tired but excitable gaze.

"Nickname. Can we get McDonald's on the way back? I'm hungry and I want some nummy nuggies!" she asked and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, ready to go like a bro.

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd say that," Virgil said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Reina snickered and nodded. She led the way down the back stage hall to the exit, acting like a tired tech.

"I still can't believe you're Duchess' bodyguard and you haven't seen her naked!" Reina teased in her pre-coaching voice, "I would kill to see those juicy tits! They're perfectly round and bouncy!"

"She's more than just a body, Ree. I have some respect and I don't want to be a creep. Even if I did catch a glimpse, the hell I'm telling you anything, you fucking perv!" Virgil scoffed, aware that some people were still in the area, waiting for a chance to sneak a peek at the star.

"But that doesn't mean you don't want to see her boobies!" Reina jeered and giggled, letting him lead the way into the back parking lot. His car was parked close enough to be visible but far enough to keep nosy fans away from it. There were a few scattered about.

"Doesn't mean I do either," he scoffed. He did, but admitting it could spell death just as much as denying it. And he wanted to stay alive and keep Reina safe and happy.

"You don't want to know what she's packing?"

"She's packing an incredible set of vocal cords and lungs," Virgil said flatly as they passed a large group of fans, "I can't believe you're still trying to figure out what's in her pants! She slapped you when you asked her tonight! And I had to clean up the mess while she left with fucking Nate! You are so lucky I like you enough to get you home after that stunt!"

"It was awesome! That woman could step on me and skin me alive!" Reina swooned as they neared the car, ignoring the disappointed pouts. She really didn't have the energy or patience to meet and greet all of them, and she didn't want to give off a bad impression. That's why she was glad Virgil was willing to play along with her escape plan and do it well.

"Ree you got it bad," Virgil jeered and pulled out his keys, "You need to find someone else to thirst over, because she is not interested."

He unlocked the car and opened the door for her. She shoved him lightly and got into her seat. Virgil closed her door and got on on the other side, tossing his hoodie in the back seat.

"Someone like you? Because I'm already thirsting so hard for you, Mr. Strong Chivalrous Bodyguard!" Reina jeered and stopped him from turning the engine on.

"You know you don't have to keep up the guise now, no one is listening in, and I really don't like this kind of joke," Virgil said and pushed her hand away.

"I'm being serious. You're my best friend, you're hot, and I might have completely fallen for you," Reina said, "I don't just want to suck you dry and then pretend it didn't happen either. Maybe I'm just tired as hell but I don't think I can keep it to myself anymore and I don't want to."

Virgil started the car and sighed. He couldn't look at those beautiful green eyes, framed by dark wavy hair, without his heart racing. He couldn't find the words to tell her that she could never suck him dry, not that he wouldn't want her to try, but he was not enough for her. He carefully pulled out and drove onto the street in silence.

"Ree, you don't know how badly I want you to mean that. But you're a world renowned popstar, a woman with the world at her fingertips who could have anyone else—"

"But you know me, as me, a gory wily imp—better than my own brother," Reina cut him off, "I don't really want anyone else, not now."

"You deserve someone better," Virgil sighed and pulled into the nearest McDonald's drive thru.

"Better? You keep me safe, you go along with my antics, you cuddle me and make me feel better when I don't feel good about my body, you can talk macabre with me for hours, and you always do these little things to make me happy, even if you're not comfortable doing some of them. Like ordering nuggies," Reina argued, "Even if I don't ask you to!"

Virgil wilted and sighed. She was right, and so far out of his league. He just had to get through this one night and gather his wits over a lousy burger. Virgil rolled down the window and pulled up to the speaker.

"Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?"

"Hi, can I get a medium ten piece nugget meal with a sprite and sweet and sour sauce?" Virgil asked, already familiar with Reina's usual order.

"Alright, anything else?"

"A McDouble, p—"

"—meal, medium, with a root beer!" Reina added. She knew damn well that Virgil needed more than just a burger and she knew a trick with root beer and sprite—mix them together and it tastes like a rootbeer float.

"Anything else?"

"No, that's all," Virgil said.

"Alright, a ten piece meal with sprite and sweet and sour sauce, and a McDouble with a root beer. Both medium. You can pull up to the second window."

Virgil pulled forward and pulled out his wallet. He wasn't going to get mad at Reina for butting in. He never really did eat much on tour and he could use the extra calories.

Reina waited silently as Virgil paid for the food and then handed her the bags. Once he got the drinks in the cupholders, he closed the window and drove off, ready to take Reina home and then go to his apartment and breathe easier.

"You're so good to me, I don't think I can do better, Virgil. And I don't want to. If you're not interested in me like that, then you can say it. I'm not Taylor Swift, you won't be the subject of a rejection or a breakup song, or some violent revenge fantasy song. There's nothing you can say that'll make me like you any less."

"And if I told you that I'm trans and I bind?"

"I'll make you pull over and take off the binder that we both know you'd have to have been wearing for at least eight hours," Reina grinned with a threat in her voice. She could and would fight him over this.

Virgil pulled into an empty drugstore parking lot, turned off the headlights, and locked the doors. He was so glad the windows were tinted as he undid his seat belt. He pulled his shirt over his head and then squirmed out of his binder. There was an audible thud in Reina's mind as his chest came free. And then he coughed a few times before pulling his t-shirt on again. She would have been jealous that he was so well endowed if she didn't immediately know that he could be just as jealous of her.

"When I told you you had great boobies I wasn't thinking anything like this! Holy shit you know how to hide them!" she gawked.

"So, uh, now you know," he said and buckled up. He was a little unnerved by the way Reina was staring at his chest with stars in her eyes.

"Yeah, and I still want you to eat my tongue, touch my butt, sleepover all the time, and marry me someday!"

"If you're sure you want to stoop that low—"

"Virgil you have been nothing but kind, sweet, and protective of me. I'm a whiny little diva, if anything you're stooping, not me!" Reina cut him off and kissed his cheek, "Let me drag you down to my level. No dick needed!"

"Let's get you home first, and then I'll tell you how hot Duchess is when she's naked," Virgil said with a smirk and turned on the headlights again, "And how she's packing more than me, even with a packer." He got back on the road, finally relaxing next to her.

Reina wiggled her eyebrows and laughed. She might have been the hottest star in the world, but this man was out of this world incredible. And she would make sure he knew that!

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