#poor virgil

[loganslowdown4]

if the sides tweeted each other— 🔥

[the-best-sniper-tfc]

Jumps up and down while pointing at you before running away like a rat-💙🔫

i-

uhm

what?

HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE WAIT COME BACK??

[gumnut-logic]

Scott was refusing to look at him.

His big brother carefully and gently wrapped each of Virgil’s fingers one by one, blue eyes focussed ever so intently on the task.

No words were said.

None had been said the last time Scott had changed the bandages.

None had been said at the hospital.

None that Scott knew Virgil had heard. There had been the fog of anaesthesia, but he could have sworn he had heard his brother crying.

Virgil’s heart clenched at the memory.

“I’m sorry.” The words were out before he could think better of it.

Scott’s hands stilled a moment.

Those blue eyes looked up at him.

Lips moved as if to say something, but tightened almost immediately as his brother swallowed and went back to securing gauze.

But Virgil had had enough. “Scott, please!”

“What?!” He straightened, taking a step away from the infirmary bed. “What do you want me to say?”

“Tell me you’re okay.” A swallow. “That we’re okay.”

Scott’s shoulders dropped just a little. He grabbed the mitten that protected all the bandaging and fastened it over Virgil’s swollen hand. “Virgil, we will never be anything but okay.” He turned away and began packing medical supplies back into their storage box.

With both hands swaddled in various layers of cotton and non-stick dressings, there was little Virgil could do to grab his brother’s arm, so instead he hooked a long leg with a boot. “Talk to me!”

“So you can argue with me? Tell me it was the right thing to do?”

“Yes!”

“You’re wrong, Virgil! It was the wrong thing to do! I had a plan.”

“You were going to die!”

“I didn’t!”

“Because I saved your ass and you know it. That’s why you don’t want to talk, isn’t it! You thought you had it worked out, but it went south and I got hurt. That’s it, isn’t it!” He desperately tried to pin his brother with his eyes, but the man was still refusing to look at him.

Deep and forceful. “I. Had. A. Plan. You should have trusted me.”

“I do trust you. But you were going to die, Scott. And I refuse to let that happen.”

“So you decided to sacrifice yourself.”

“That’s what you were trying to do. At least doing it my way, we’re both alive to yell at each other.”

“But…” And Scott’s eyes fixated on Virgil’s hands. “At what cost?”

Virgil blinked before straightening. “Bargain basement.” His voice broke on the last syllable, but he meant it with everything he was.

His hands were burnt…badly. The rod had been that hot, it had melted through his heavy-duty gloves. There was question of scaring, possible movement loss and nerve damage. “I won’t lie to you, Scott. I’m scared.” He stared down at the swaths of white. “But nowhere near as terrified as I was of losing you.” He held his hands up. “This I can handle. With you here.” He let his hands drop gently into his lap. “Without you…” He sucked in a breath and, straightening up again, caught his brother’s wide eyes. “Without you, the world just doesn’t work anymore!” He glared at Scott. “And I will do anything to prevent that from happening!”

Blue eyes stared at him for a full moment before shifting away, wandering, and latching back onto the medical supplies like a raft in a storm. “That doesn’t sound very healthy, Virg.”

Virgil shimmied off the infirmary bed, onto his feet, and pushed himself into Scott’s personal space. His brother had always been taller than him, but Virgil didn’t need height. “You listen to me. You are integral to this family. You are the damned guiding light of this organisation and I will not see you sacrificing yourself if I can prevent it. You are my brother!”

Scott closed the lid on the medical box and looked down at Virgil. “And you are mine. So how can you expect me to watch you get injured like this for my sake.”

“Because the alternative would have hurt me more.”

Scott opened his mouth as if to rebut, but slowly shut it again.

Virgil continued to look up at him and if the pleading bled into his expression, he couldn’t help it. “Please, Scott?”

His big brother stared at him a moment, his eyes growing glassy until he had to blink.

Virgil tentatively reached out a bandage-covered hand and brushed it against his brother’s arm.

And Scott grabbed him, pulling him in, holding Virgil ever so close and tight. Bandaged hands fumbled and stuck out in awkward directions, but Virgil’s cheek found Scott’s shoulder and he clung the best way he could.

This was better.

Oh, so much better.

Virgil blinked a few times, but held on as if his life depended on it.

“I’m sorry, Scott.” Quiet, an attempt at reassurance.

Something was mumbled into his flannel shirt.

Virgil just hung on tighter.

-o-o-o-

[lily-janus]

Funny 1. "Surprise! I'm back from the dead! Isn't that exciting?" with Dukexiety?

Sick Of You

Summary: Virgil taking care of sick Remus gone wrong

Pairing: platonic Dukexiety

Warnings: lots of death mentions jokingly, thinking someone's dead, slight panic from Virgil, not very descriptive illness but there are a few simple symptoms like headache and stuff, Remus being Remus and food mentions. Let me know if I missed any

Thank you so much for this ask! This was a blast to write! Been a while since I wrote and even longer since I had so much fun doing it, so thank you.

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"Virgillll! I'm dyinggg!" 

Virgil groaned, he barely managed to be halfway from his sick friend's room before he called him again, for what must be the tenth time in the last 5 minutes. He had half a mind to ignore him and just keep walking. But Remus' screechy  voice kept calling him and he was sure his ears would fall off soon… correction, he was hoping they'd fall soon.

With a deep sigh, Virgil turned on his heels, again, and walked back to the messy room. "You keep saying you're dying but if that were the case you would have been dead by now-" he stopped abruptly.

Remus was lying on the bed, just as Virgil left him… and he wasn't moving.

"Remus? C-c'mon that's not funny." He said shakily, trying not to panic, this wouldn't be the first time Remus played dead just to mess with them.

Remus didn't respond, didn't so much as move. If it were a joke, Remus would jump on him already, his impulsive friend is physically incapable of not moving for more than 30 seconds…

Panic rising rapidly, Virgil rushed to the bed and started shaking him. "Remus? Remus, wake up, this isn't funny!"

Suddenly Remus jerked upward abruptly with a wide grin. "Surprise! I'm back from the dead! Isn't that exciting?"

In an instant, Virgil panic was replaced by rage. "Jerk! You scared the living demon out of me! That's it, I'm done, have fun being sick alone." He got up and walked to the door.

"Aww Virgy you're not going to leave a dying friend in need are you?" Remus flattered his eyelashes at him in faux innocence.

"For the last time, you are not dying!" Virgil yelled.

"But it hurts sooo much!" Remus whined.

Virgil rolled his eyes but sighed. It's not like he can leave anyway, stupid Roman made him promise he'll stay with him. "Whatever, what do you need?"

Remus grinned wickedly. "How about a long, intimate massage-"

"I'll go make you some tea." Virgil ran out of the room, hoping Remus didn't get a glimpse at his red cheeks.

"Lame!" Remus called after him and he rolled his eyes again at Remus' antics. Why did it have to be him?

He returned after a while with a steaming mug of tea and placed it at Remus' bed-side table.

"Finally that took foreverr" Remus whined.

Virgil gave him a look. "10 minutes?"

"Seconds feel like years when you're dying V-man, now, I demand cuddles." Remus made grabby hands at him and Virgil backed away. 

"No way, dude, you're gonna get me all sick- whoa!"

Remus grabbed his wrist and pulled him next to him on the bed. "You're very strong for a dying man." Virgil grumbled.

"A last surge of strength before my body at last gives out." Remus said with a dramatic sigh scooching over so he'll be the little spoon, taking Virgil's wrist and draping it over his waist.

Virgil was burning with embarrassment from the proximity but Remus seemed perfectly content and started snoring loudly in no time.

Virgil sighed once more, not sure how much more of this he'll be able to take, but Remus' weighted blanket and body warmth soon put him to sleep too.

As he woke up slowly he started to feel a bit weak, slowly becoming aware of a pounding headache in his head. He groaned in pain and turned on his other side, trying to go back to sleep, barely recognizing he's alone on the bed as opposed to how he fell asleep.

"Morning sleeping beauty! Good news! I escaped the clutches of death and I feel like my awesome self again!" Remus suddenly burst into the room, his high pitch voice making Virgil's pounding head worse.

Virgil groaned again and tried to cover his ears with his pillow, trying to block out Remus' voice and fall back asleep.

No such luck as his blanket was snatched right off of him, exposing him to the cold air and making him shiver.

"Rise and shine, Virgie! I know you're a late-morning kind of guy but it's almost 2pm!"

Virgil tried to open his eyes but his eyelids felt so heavy and he was so tired and cold and… oh no. "Remus…" he managed weakly. "You bastard, I told you you'll-" he was cut off by a coughing fit. "...Make me sick." He finally finished.

"Oh my gosh, Emo's sick! Oh that is so cute! Now I can take care of you!"

Virgil's eyes widened. "No…" he protested weakly. "Just call Logan… or Patton, anyone-"

"Aww poor thing, doesn't know what he's saying. Don't worry Virgilicious, your dear duke will get you back on your feet in no time!" He declared cheerfully and marched out of the room.

I'm dead. Virgil thought grimly, what a way to go.

He heard rattling from the kitchen and the stove being turned on and he was on his feet before he realized what was happening. His whole body was screaming at him and he could barely hold himself upright from how weak his body was. But he supported himself on the wall and pressed on, flashes from the last time Remus tried to cook going through his head.

But he barely managed to get to the room's doorway before his body's last remaining strength was over and he collapsed painfully to the floor, grunting in pain and cursing.

Remus finds him on the floor and tuts disapprovingly. "Bad Emo, you need to stay in bed, here." Remus picked him up and slang him carelessly on his shoulder, putting him back on the bed.

"You… can't cook… house… burning…" Virgil said weakly.

"Aw c'mon! That was one time! Just sit tight, breakfast will be served soon!" Remus exclaimed happily and went outside again.

Virgil groaned and dropped his head on the soft pillow in defeat, how is he going to get out of this?

He at last gave in to his exhaustion and closed his eyes, falling back asleep despite his never ending worry about Remus burning the house down.

"Wake up, Emo!"

Virgil was jolted out of his sleep to find Remus' grinning face right in front of him.

"Look! Breakfast in bed! And you said 'I don't spoil you'." Remus shook his head with a smile as he shoved a tray into Virgil's face.

Virgil coughed before saying. "I've never said that in my life…"

"Yeah well, in any case, eat up!" Remus ignored him.

Virgil took the tray and put it on his lap, waiting for Remus to walk away and give him some goddamn space. But after a while it was clear Remus had no intention to leave. He sighed, picked up the fork and began eating.

"So how is it?" Remus was still very close to his face and grinning at him excitedly as he ate.

"Ah… it's fine? You just heated up yesterday's leftovers…" Virgil said hesitantly.

"Ha! And you said I couldn't cook! Who's the stupid one now?" Remus whooped in triumph.

"You… didn't cook, though.." but Remus didn't listen to him as he danced victoriously around the room.

Virgil just sighed and continued eating. When he was done Remus sat next to him on the bed with a laptop on his lap, letting Virgil choose what they would watch.

He didn't last long with his body still weak and tired and a full stomach and he fell back asleep in no time, not noticing his head leaning heavily on Remus' shoulder.

[selfdestructivecat]

This is not what Virgil wanted when he told the others about National Emo Day.

[melissa-s23]

Soooo guess who discovered a nice little fanfiction~? :D

The ‘Cuffed’ Series by @snowdice about a Cybercriminal!Logan, a Police Officer!Remus, and a Virgil trying to have a normal life as he discover his ex roomate is a professional hacker! I finished reading it and it’s really good! I really liked it and the characters are very well done!  I definitely recommand it!

Hope you like it! ^^

[shadowlorddemon]

Whumptobet Day 26: You Will Go Down With This Ship

(Lame attempt at drawing waterfall)

Anyway, Virgil is falling down along the waterfall. How did this happen? I wish I have a story for this but I doesn’t.

(No blurring effect)

(Alternative versions)

[no-effing-way-dude]

Roman: The foods too hot, I can't eat it.

Janus: You're too hot and I still eat you.

Roman: *Blushes*

Janus: *Winks at him*

Virgil: I just want one dinner. ONE. FUCKING. DINNER.