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Okay next character batch! These lovely boys also belong to my Aisling universe, and just as I did last time,I shall present some info about them.

Remy Mara

Remy is the youngest of them all, at 22 years old.

Remy was born blind and is therefore more at ease with his lack of sight.

Don’t let his sassy demeanor or his blindness fool you, he can and will fight for those he loves.

he is an apprentice at the school Virgil and Roman work at.

Remy is a single bisexual disaster, who loves to flirt with others.

He sasses everyone, especially his friends. (They all love it)

Independent, has no need for an aid, only his cane.

5″9 or 179cm

Roman Prince

He works as the schools drama teacher.

he’s very dramatic. ( sometimes carries a fake sword with him, and will challenge some of the teachers and students to duels)

He challenged Remy and found himself on his ass in 0.8 seconds

Although also sassy, he easily gets flustered. (Virgil and Remy will always tease him)

He is missing his right leg. (Congenital Amputee, meaning he was born without it because it didn’t develop properly)

He uses a couple of different legs. He has made design’s to two of them, but the one featured is just a plain one, as it’s more work appropriate.)

He loves to prank his new students with his missing leg.

He is currently dating dr. Logan Picani.

Roman was born the 21st of july 1991.

He is the shortest of them all, at 5″7 or 171cm

Has been friends with Virgil since college.

He’s homosexual.

Logan and Emile // Remy and Roman // Patton and Virgil // D.C

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Aisling (chapter 12)

summary: Virgil has been dependent on helpers around his apartment after an accident rendered him unable to take care for himself. After his previous helper quit, Virgil needs to find a new one. And the lucky person is a literal ball of sunshine with glasses and freckles.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, those fully belong to Thomas Sanders and his friends.

Word count: 1740

Tw: Swearing, Deceit, stalking, obsession, threats, stalker (if there are any more please tell me)

Authors note: Okay just a quick heads up! I was recently at the doctors, and it turns out i’ve been living with a broken hand/badly healed hand the last two years, and because of this i need surgery. Which unfortunately means that i don’t know how many new chapters i can get out before i need to operate. so if there is a sudden lack of chapters, that’s most likely the reason.

Previous chapters

Logan and Emile / Roman and Remy / D.C (Deceit) / Patton and Virgil

Pairings: (finally) Moxiety and Logience

Two days later found Patton and Virgil sitting close on the twins’s sofa, They were currently alone, seeing as the other two occupants still had jobs to attend to.

The case had been reported to the police the same day Virgil had received the letter, but due to the lack of evidence there wasn’t much they could do. So the small group of friends had been advised to stay vigilant, and if anything happened they only needed to call.

Logan had been furious with the police, furious that this wasn’t taken seriously. He’d only managed to calm himself later on that evening, and after much discussion between them all, they figured that Virgil and Patton would be rotating around for a place to stay. The first three days were gonna be at the Picani’s, the next three at Roman’s, then Patton’s, And finally Remy’s. Then the cycle would repeat.

Virgil worried about being a burden to his friends, but that was quickly shot down. They would much more do this for a while, rather than losing Virgil to a lunatic.

There was only one problem, neither Virgil or Patton had brought with them any change of clothes. Patton’s problem was easily solved, when the twins got home, he would drive to his house and grab some of his clothes, and then return. Virgil’s situation was a bit more difficult, he needed to go home to his apartment, not only for clothes but for important medications as well.

They suggested just sending Patton, but Virgil had protested, his stalker didn’t like Patton, what if he just killed the aid. No, Virgil insisted on coming along, besides there was safety in numbers. Reluctantly the others agreed. The two of them would head out tomorrow to collect Virgil’s stuff and Patton would pick up his clothes that evening, when the twins came home.

Right now though, the two sat in a comfortable silence, exhausted after the last couple of days. Virgil sat curled up into Patton’s side, his head resting on the white haired man’s shoulder, and Patton had his right arm curled around Virgil.

Virgil felt completely safe with Patton, even if their situation at hand was dire. The white haired man had come into his life when he had truly needed him, and his kindness and compassion had awakened something within him.

Just thinking about it made all sorts of emotions swirl.

The ravenette looked up at Patton, seeing nothing but darkness, but for once since the accident, he found that it didn't really bother him.

“Virgil?” Patton asked, his voice pitched low, but instead of sounding sexy, it was more comforting in manner. Many things about the aid was comforting, reassuring. It was no wonder that Virgil fell hard for Patton.

Patton had brought with him a sense of security that Virgil hadn’t felt since he got diagnosed with anxiety as a teenager. Patton could brighten his day with just speaking to him, could make him flustered with just a touch, he made the hard days bearable.

So with confidence that Remy had helped him build, he spoke.

“Pat, do you think I could see what you look like?” He didn’t need to know what his caretaker looked like, he’d already fallen in love with his voice, his gentle touch, his lively personality and his goofy yet professional demeanor.

So he truly didn’t need to, but damn if he didn’t want to.

He’d only done this with a few people, but it felt right to extend this to Patton as well, this intimate sort of closeness that is difficult to explain to the seeing. Most people didn’t put much into seeing another’s face, but to someone like Remy and Virgil, it was like being introduced to a person all over again, to know them in a way that no one else could.

It certainly made him feel less lonely. It would give the voice he had grown to love a face. It would give him something more.

“o-oh, of course you can kiddo..” The aid stammered out, flushing lightly.

Virgil smiled, and Patton’s heart sped up within his chest. Virgil’s face held a gentleness rarely seen, and it made him look gorgeous. A dimple shyly greeted him, his eyes gaining the smallest of squints, highlighting the creases in the corners of his eyes, and it was breathtaking.

Patton wanted to frame that smile, this expression of gratitude, fondness and love.

The aid took off his glasses, and gently lead Virgil’s searching hands towards his face. The soft pads of his fingers touched his cheeks, and Virgil hummed, the same gentle smile on his face.

“Close your eyes?” Patton immediately closed his eyes, unable to resist such a cute request.

The blind man cupped his face and softly brushed his thumbs underneath his eyes, before carefully going over his closed eyes.

The gentlest of pressures was applied.

His patient’s ministrations went up to his eyebrows and forehead, Virgil giggled when Patton wrinkled it on purpose.

He figured it was safe to open his eyes again, so when he did, he was slightly startled by how close Virgil was.

The fingers that were cupping his cheeks moved along his jawline as the thumbs brushed over his nose. Virgil was openly grinning, but when his fingers reached his mouth, the expression turned fond and longing.

Patton’s heart skipped a beat in it’s quicker tempo.

“Can I?” Virgil’s voice had lowered in volume, barely a whisper, but Patton wouldn’t have missed it even if he wanted to.

It was obvious what the younger man was asking, they had grown closer as of the last 2 months, and while Patton was sure of his own feelings for his patient, he had been unsure about the nature of Virgil’s own.

But it seemed that they were the same.

“Yes.”

The kiss started off as careful and shy, just a simple brush of lips, a shared space of breath. The sweetest of kisses Patton had ever had the pleasure to receive.

However it seemed like Remy’s lessons in self-confidence had really helped Virgil, for the next thing he knew, Virgil was straddling him, eyes full of mischief as he turned his blinded gaze down at the white haired man. Patton’s arms wrapped around Virgil’s middle, urging him closer, and it seemed that the ravenette was completely onboard with this.

Pale hands found themselves cupping the caretakers face and Virgil pressed their lips together a second time. This time there was an increase in pressure, Virgil’s lips were slightly parted, and Patton couldn’t help but mirror it.

While the first kiss conveyed shyness, this one translated as one of deep infatuation or love. It was one of those kisses that leaves a person breathless, in awe and brimming with love.

Patton couldn’t help grinning, ridiculously happy at the moment.

The ravenette smiled in return, before pulling away. He did not go far, as he shyly rubbed their noses together in an eskimo kiss. It was freaking adorable if you asked Patton, but then again he was pretty biased in his opinions about the man in his lap.

A comfortable silence settled over them as they just basked in each other's presence; content and in love.

“Thank you.” Patton spoke in awe, the words unable to convey the extent of his gratitude.

“It was a pleasure.” Virgil reassured, feeling a little light headed by his strong feelings.

Virgil’s hands had started an absent minded caress of his cheeks, and without warning Patton turned his head and kissed the inside of Virgil’s open palm.

“Oh my god!!” Roman’s screech made them jump out of their skins.

“Roman, do you have to scream everything you say?” Remy’s voice sassed, moving past the openly gaping drama teacher.

“Do close your mouth Ro, you’ll catch flies.” Logan seemed calm and hardly fazed by the display on the couch, instead opting to carry a few of the grocery bags into the kitchen.

Virgil could barely contain the giggle that wanted to leave him at Logan’s deadpan and flat response. “I suppose congratulations are in order, storm cloud.” Emile’s use of his nickname made him smile in the direction of his older brothers voice.

“WHAT?!! YOU TWO KNEW?!” Remy and Virgil cringed at the noise. “Roman, gurl,” Remy sounded unimpressed “Even me, who is blind, could clearly see that there was something between the two of them.”

“B-but! I’m supposed to be the romance guy, how did i miss this?!” The drama teacher gestured wildly at Virgil, who still was seated in Patton’s lap.

Propping his chin on top of Patton’s head, Virgil levelled Roman with a flat look. “You’ve probably been too busy chasing tail yourself” A raised eyebrow and a lazy smirk pulled at his features, which developed into a full grin when the amputee squaked with indignation.

Remy laughed as he plopped down onto the couch. “Gurl, you always talk about Logan, so sunshine here does have a point.” Virgil groaned.

“Damn you Roman, now you’ve gotten him to start with that bloody nickname.” The ravenette grumbled, shooting daggers in the drama teacher's direction.

“I think it’s cute!” Patton chirped, smiling up at Virgil. “but i gotta wonder why does Roman call you sunshine, while Emile calls you storm cloud? Those are kinda opposite…” The white haired man trailed off.

Virgil opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by Logan. “We call him storm cloud because he used to rush outside whenever there was rain or thunder outside.” Emile continued, “we used to think he could predict storms and such, sense them in a way.” The oldest twin shrugged, joining the others in the living room.

“and sunshine came from his overall mood, which was pretty sour. I just called him that one day and he almost decked me.” Roman laughed, remembering how Virgil’s face had gotten an impressive shade of red.

“Roman, you have three seconds to run before i beat you with our own leg.”

“oh come on Virgil, we both know you won-!!” Roman didn’t get to finish as Virgil vaulted himself over the back of the couch and navigated his way to Roman quite quickly.

“NOT THE LEG!”

The others laughed as Virgil gave chase to Roman. For a moment they all forgot what had happened two days prior, this moment of joy too great.

But tomorrow they would learn how dangerous it was to forget.

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Aisling (chapter 11)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, those fully belong to Thomas Sanders and his friends.

Word count: 1876

Tw: Swearing, Deceit, lying, stalking, obsessive behaviour, obsession, threats, Panic attack, vivid description of panic attack, fear, abusive deceit, stalker, absence panic attack, threat of abduction (if there are any more please tell me)

Author's note: Virgil’s feelings and reactions are meant to mirror mine after i found out i was being stalked by someone a couple of years back. So be warned, it’s a very vivid description of an absence panic attack.

Previous chapters

Pairings: Moxiety and Logience

As the weeks went by, the more and more comfortable the group got with each other. Remy and Roman would join Patton and Virgil during lunch, and whenever they needed to grade papers.

Virgil’s crush on his caretaker had grown out of huge proportions, and Virgil didn’t miss the obvious affection Patton held for him as well; but being who he was, he preferred to stay silent in case he was wrong about Patton.

Now however Virgil found himself alone at his desk while Patton was at the toilet. Virgil's finger skimmed over a page; a very poorly written analysis of the voluspå. He knew the ancient text was difficult to understand, and even harder to analyse, but this was half-assed at best.

A quick succession of knocks sounded at the door, and Virgil whipped his head up, turning towards the doorway.

“Yes?”, The teacher inquired, placing his paper neatly on the desk

“Virgil sanders?” an unknown voice asked

“Yes, that's me, what can i help you with?”

“Oh, i just came to deliver a letter to you, then i´ll be off again.” The man offered, and Virgil could tell that it was a grown man, his deeper tones suggested someone over the age of puberty. The voice was distinct with a small lisp, Virgil knew of no one with a lisp. None of his students and none of the teachers had a lisp.

“Oh, well could you bring it to my desk then mr…” The blind man trailed off uncertainty, thrown a little off by the stranger.

“D.C, people just call me D.C.” The man said, the ‘c’ coming out with a small hissing sound.

Heavy footsteps indicated the man’s journey from the doorway and to his desk. Without warning D.C grabbed his wrist, startling the teacher. The hand was big and easily wrapped around his thin wrist. It took a second for Virgil to identify the weird texture of the man’s hand, but it was clearly a glove of some sort; leather, if the slight creaking sound was any indicator.

It was safe to say that Virgil was a little freaked out by this stranger.

“here..” The thin edge of the letter was pressed into his hand, and not knowing what else to do, Virgil gripped it; holding it between his fingers and thumb.

“Thank you.” Virgil was starting to get scared, and the only thing he wanted was for the man to release his wrist. The blind man tugged on his hand experimentally, only for D.C to tighten his grip, before releasing him

“Goodbye now Virgil, i’ll see you another time..” D.C then swiftly turned and left, leaving Virgil alone within his classroom once again; feeling vaguely threatened.

With trembling hands and a pounding heart, Virgil opened the letter, and started to read.

“Dear Virgil, I've seen the suffering you’ve been through, and I understand your pain. I lost half my vision in a fire, and with one dead eye and half of my face charred away, i thought i could become more of a companion for you. You see, I’ve been watching you for a about a year, and I saw your previous caretaker up and abandon you, And if i’m being honest, i don’t trust your new one either. He seems to have ‘affections’ for you, and that is unacceptable. Ever since i saw you at that hospital two years back i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, but I've never had the opportunity to approach you before now.

I’m a bit of a coward, and i didn’t want to get caught and locked away, so I waited. I waited two years before finally contacting you today. I knew i needed to meet you soon, or else that white haired idiot would have stolen you from me, but i still have a chance. I just need to get you before he does.

That nurse, Patton, is trying to steal you away from me, and i won’t have that. You’ve been mine for two years now, and Patton has only been taking care of you for about 5 months, not even a full year. So I’ve decided that now is the time for action, and I will be coming for you within the next few weeks. so you do not need to worry, for i will save you soon.

Yours eternally D.C.”

Virgil’s eyes blurred with unshed tears as terror took over his mind. His hands shook, he could feel his breath wheeze out of him, but otherwise he was frozen. The panic so potent it left his mind completely blank

‘I have a stalker. An honest to god stalker.’

As soon as the thought registered, nausea welled up in him, making him dizzy with it. If he’d had his vision he was sure it would have been tunneled now.

Sound had disappeared from him completely, so when Patton returned he didn’t react.

The scene Patton returned to shocked him to his very core. He’d left Virgil to go to the bathroom, nothing more. Virgil had been calm as he’s took to reading over the students analysis of an ancient viking text, he’d been fine, even joked with Patton as the aid told him he was going.

But now, it was like someone had ripped the ground away from his patients feet. Virgil was pale, a sick sort of grey instead of his usual pallor. His eyes were wide and unseeing, clouded over by tears that refused to be cried, the stuttering intakes of breath matched with the frenzied wheezing, and between two hands that shook like leaves was a paper filled with white dots.

Everything fell away from Patton as he rushed to his Patient’s side, Virgil looked downright terrified, it was unsettling.

“Virgil?!” Patton cried in alarm when he was next to his patient. The white haired man’s voice seemed to rip the ravenette out of his trance.

“Patton..?” His name wobbled dangerously as the tears finally trailed down Virgil’s face.

“Yeah, Are you alright?!”

Not bothering to answer, Vigil stood shakingly up from his chair and threw his arms around Patton's neck, Sobbing loudly into his chest. Patton Hugged the shorter man tightly to himself.

“T-There.. A-a man… he-he, I’m so scared!” Virgil tried to explain, but his sentence ended in a wail, still too upset.

“Hey, shh...you’re safe, i’ve got you..” The aid whispered, as he started to card his hand through the other man's hair. Virgil seemed to sag in his hold, and as gently as Patton could, he gently lowered them both to the floor.

Now with Patton sitting cross legged on the floor with Virgil in his lap, he could feel the younger man starting to calm down; but he didn’t let up on the litany of reasuranses that passed his lips.

When 25 minutes had passed, Virgil found himself calm enough to try and talk again; but he decided to wait, he could hear Roman and Remy come down the hall, heading towards his classroom no doubt. It would be easier to talk to them all at once, so he waited, still burrowed close to Patton.

“We’ve been waiting for you.. oh goodness, what’s happened here?!” Roman’s voice went from slightly annoyed to alarmed concern in 0.4 seconds.

“Close the door and come inside,” Virgil instructed, sounding exhausted. The door clicked shut and two pairs of footsteps approached. “Roman, could you call Logan, tell him to get Emile on the line as well, and grab that paper with braille on my desk..Please..”

“I got the paper, you call Logan.” Remy spoke, sensing the urgency within the situation.

Roman, came closer to the two on the floor and sat down next to them. The drama teacher was close enough that he could hear the phone’s dull dial tone.

“Roman, this better be important, i’m in the middle of research.” Logan’s voice came clear through the speakers.

“Put it on speaker..” Roman wordlessly obeyed Virgil’s tired request.

“Lo, get Emile, I need to speak to the both of you. “ Shuffling came through the phone and they could all hear as Logan called his older brother into his office.

“We’re here Virgil,” the twins spoke in unison.

Remy joined them at last, gently running his fingers over the page.

“I..” He hesitated, “I have a stalker.”

The room turned deadly silent.

A few seconds ticked by.

“You wHAT?!” Came Logan’s furious reply, just as Remy yelled an outraged “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Virgil had no doubt that Remy had read the letter. “Yeah, a man came to me with a letter today, introduced himself as D.C…. Remy could you read the letter out loud?”

Remy read out the letter for the others, sounding more and more disgusted as he went along the page. Roman was positively vibrating with anger, while Patton just clutched at him tighter. Even Emile let out a few curse words.

“I’m scared, what do we do?” Virgil asked his friends and family, uncertain and anxious.

“We’ll go to the police station with this,” Logan’s voice spoke, his tone not allowing for any argument. “A buddy system needs to be in place. You are not to be left alone Virgil.”

“It can’t be that bad… can it?” Virgil asked.

“Virgil, these types of people are capable of many things, and judging by the letter it seems like he is planning to abduct you.” Virgil squirmed, uncomfortable and afraid of the idea of being stolen.

“It seems like he has build an obsession around you, so i say we do this. Better safe than sorry.” Emile continued.

Virgil sighed, but he knew his adoptive elder brothers were right. “I’ll stay with you, i’m not leaving you alone. I’ll stay with you day and night now, I can take the guest room.” Patton chimed in, determination prominent within his speech.

“Patton, you already do so much for me, i can’t ask you to do this for me as well…” The ravenette tried to protest.

“You’re not asking anything from me Virgil, I’m saying I will do it. I’ve come to care too much for you to let some stalker steal your freedom away.”

“Good, we’ll all pitch in to help. Right now though, i think Logan and I would like you all to come over to our place, go over everything before going to the police, and then spend the next few nights here. If D.C knows where you work, then he’ll most likely know where you live as well.”

The thought sent an ice cold tendril of fear through Virgil.

“Don’t worry sunshine, we’ll keep you safe.” Roman spoke, confidence practically oozing out of him.

“And you know me, not afraid to smack a bitch who be deserving.” Remy spoke, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

“You smack me all the time though!” Roman whined.

“Well, gurl, you are pretty deserving of a smack every once in a while.” The sassy man winked at Roman, and that did it. The group erupted into varying degrees of amusement as Roman made an offended noise.

Virgil felt immediately better, and who knows, maybe the police would catch D.C before anything bad could happen.

Besides, no one was so desperate and determined to get someone…

Right?

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Terminally-Anxious Fanfics

Master list - Fanfics

I’ll be adding to it as I update each fic, and whenever I write more one shots.

Aisling - Blind Virgil and Aid Patton Au - Romantic Moxiety

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Art: Logan and Emile // Remy and Roman // Patton and Virgil // D.C

Lost in shadows - Deceit chooses to attack the sides right after ‘Can lying be good?’ - Platonic/familial Lamp. Finished.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Words hurt - Heavy angst, Virgil centric, (READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING) Finished.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

One shots

Bass timbre - Patton and Virgil being calm and content - Platonic Moxiety

Memento - Virgil centric - Virgil has a dark, dark secret

Lover, protector and knight - Prompt fluffy Prinxiety- Virgil has a panic attack and Roman helps him

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Aisling (chapter 13)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, those fully belong to Thomas Sanders and his friends.

Word count: 1730

Tw: Swearing, Deceit, lying, stalking, obsessive behaviour, obsession, threats, Panic attack, vivid description of panic attack, fear, abusive deceit, stalker, absence panic attack, Passing out, forced kiss, blood, non-con kiss (if there are any more please tell me)

Author's note: Okay, so i’m back from my hiatus, sorry for the long wait. I was gone for medical reasons, but i’m back now, and i’ll try to keep updating regularly.

Previous chapters

Art: Logan and Emile // Remy and Roman // Patton and Virgil // D.C

Pairings: Moxiety and Logience

After he’d been able to wrestle Roman to the ground, and after the ensuing play fight between them, Virgil had snuggled up to Patton as they all agreed to watch some movies. Not surprisingly, the two of them fell asleep together on Logan and Emile’s couch.

Now though, he was in that hazy world between awake and asleep. A pair of arms were lazily wrapped around his middle, and the slow rise and fall of Patton’s chest as he breathed only served to make Virgil snuggle closer to the man he was laying on top off. With his head resting on the caretakers chest he felt completely safe. Patton’s heartbeat was a comfort he’d never think he’d be allowed to have, but laying like this… Well…

He continued to lay in complete peace, not wanting to get up just yet. He didn’t know how much time passed, but when Patton’s arms tightened a small bit, he definitely knew the white haired man was waking up.

As if the aid had heard him, Patton snorted himself awake and opened his eyes, squinting as the early morning sun shone directly into his eyes. The caretaker looked down at the solid weight on his chest, a dopey grin overtaking his features.

Patton could barely see the younger man’s face, the dark hood pulled up onto the raveonettes head; but of what he could see was absolutely precious. Virgil’s dark hair had grown quite a bit longer from when he first met the man, and Patton loved his longer hair, it framed him face perfectly, standing in stark contrast to Virgil’s pale skin. His face was relaxed, the almost constant frown was smoothed out, and to be honest Patton thought he looked like the essence of innocence.

The only things to betray his conception of the younger man, was the permanent bruises under his eyes and the scars that adorned his left cheek.

Once again he was filled with love for the man that was laying on top of him. Carefully he moved one of his arms from the small of Virgil’s back and brushed his thumb carefully over the scars underneath his eye.

Virgil hummed, pressing further into the touch, startling Patton, as he had believed Virgil to be asleep.

“Morning love,” Patton whispered, grinning like an idiot at being able to call Virgil that so openly now.

“Morn-” A yawn interrupted the blind 24 year old, “-ing.”

Patton cooed down at Virgil, feeling his heart beat almost painfully behind his ribs. Virgil’s black hair stuck up in certain places, and Patton couldn’t help but smooth his hand over the sharter mans head.

“Wha’ time ‘s it?” Virgil asked, rubbing a hand across his face in an attempt to wake up further. “hmm, its 10:37 am.” Patton’s voice hummed throughout his chest, and Virgil smiled at the faint vibrations he could feel. Patton continued, “We should probably get up, so that we can go and collect our stuff from your apartment.”

“I don’t wanna, you’re so comfy,” Virgil whined, wrapping his arms around Patton, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. The white haired man giggled at the tickling sensation in his neck. “Aww, come on now Virge,” Patton slowly sat himself up, bringing Virgil with him.

“ugh, fine, i suppose you’re right.” Virgil grumbled, and detached himself from Patton, before standing up from the sofa. Patton also rose to his feet, pulling Virgil close and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Virgil felt his face heat up, and he looked down, feeling shy. “let’s eat first hmm? get some honey for my honey?” Patton giggled.

“Yeah, sounds good..” Virgil trailed off and grabbed a hold of Patton’s elbow. He’d never been this content and happy.

Virgil found himself completely forgetting all about D.C, so when the duo found themselves at Virgil’s apartment building, they would be painfully reminded of the still very real threat.

The soft whirring of the elevator signaled it's decent, on its way to pick up Patton. He’d forgotten to grab his phone and had assured Virgil that he’d be right back. Virgil had actually been waiting by the elevator, but when he heard it descending, he figured he could just go ahead and open his apartment.

A fond smile worked itself onto his face at the thought of his aid...boyfriend?

Virgil ran his fingers lightly over each door that he passed, counting each of them before stopping at door nr.4. His hand closed around the door handle, feeling for the keyhole. ‘That’s odd..’ he thought, ‘why are there scratches?’ He put pressure on it, trying to feel it better, but he was shocked when the door slid open without resistance.

Virgil froze. His heart doubling it's speed. 'I locked it... I double checked...' Panic fluttering in his chest. The 'ding' of the elevator brought his blind gaze to the end of the hall, his eyes wide. "Hey, kiddo? What's the hold up?" Patton asked, exiting the elevator.

Patton felt a twinge of worry, Virgil’s eyes were impossibly wide, and he kept opening and closing his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat. “are you alri-?!”

The aid was interrupted when the door was yanked open from the inside and a gloved hand grabbed coiled itself around Virgil’s wrist, yanking him inside his apartment and slamming the door shut.

"Pat-!!"

He thought his heart was gonna stop at the deafening 'click' his lock made. Patton froze for a second, his mind catching up with what just happened, when it did, he sprinted towards Virgil’s door, and tried to open it.

“VIRGIL!!” The stranger dragged the blind man further into the apartment, ignoring Patton's frantic knocking and calls of his name. "WHO ARE YOU?! LET ME GO!! PATTON!!" Virgil screamed, terrified beyond his mind. "Shhh... it's alright little one..." The unknown man cooed, gloved fingers caressing his cheek. Virgil flinched away from the touch, yelping out a terrified "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

The man tsk'd and suddenly Virgil found himself locked in a bruising kiss. "Mmff!!" He tried to yank his head away, but found that it was being held in place, the fingers of the stranger twisting in his hair. Keeping him firmly in place. ‘Hurts!’

Pushing at the man was useless, he didn't move an inch. Tears worked themselves down his face, smudging his dark eyeshadow. Virgil clenched his teeth shut as he felt the man try to lick into his mouth. The pressure around his wrist increased, causing him to cry out as he felt the bones grind together. A forked tongue took the opportunity his pained cry presented. Virgil was going to be sick! The split tongue retreated, only to be replaced by teeth as the man bit down harshly; Drawing blood. The man pulled away, whispering to Virgil and Virgil recognised his voice as the same who had delivered the letter to him. "You taste so sweet little one... So much better than I imagined..." He paused, his tone suddenly turning sympathetic. "I'm so sorry love, but I don't have much time left with you before that white haired nuisance get inside..." Virgil sobbed, his mouth filling with the taste of iron. "Shhh, it's okay..." A thumb brushed away some of his tears. "You deserve someone who can really take good care of you love... Not that halfwit of a nurse that decided to barge in and steal you from me!" Virgil couldn't breathe. 'Oh god oh god oh godohgodohgodohgod!!' "I'll save you from his clutches...don't worry, i'll save you, I swear..." The suddenly released him, just as Patton got through the door. Virgil's legs gave out and he crashed to the floor. "Virgil!" Patton yelled, running into the living room. He froze seeing his patient sitting hunched over his knees, rocking back and forth. He dropped to his knees in front of the blind man, hands hovering uncertainty. Virgil wasn't breathing at all, he seemed to be frozen in a panicked stasis that wouldn't allow for breath. The nurse tried to gently place his hand on Virgil's back, but he flinched away, sobbing louder.

“Virgil, love, you need to breathe,” Patton urged, trying to start with the breathing exercise, but to no avail.

Patton silently cursed, pulling his phone out. The dull tone sounded twice. "911 what's your emergency?" "My name is Patton Morrigan, and there has been a break in at my patient's apartment." Patton spoke, a feeling of hopelessness swelling in his chest, as he watched as Virgil struggled to breathe. "Okay sir, I've dispatched a police cruiser to your location, which floor and apartment number are you located on?" The woman asked, her voice even. "5th floor, door nr.4" His patient suddenly tilted to the right, his eyes fluttering shut and body going lax. A loud ‘crack’ sounded as his phone dropped onto the hard floor. But Patton paid no mind to his phone, having dropped it to catch Virgil before he hit the floor. "Virgil?! Kiddo!" He had passed out, laying limply within Patton's arms. He looked down at his unconscious love. The dark lines that ran from underneath Virgil's eyes, as well as the wetness he felt, indicated that something terrible had happened. The moment Patton saw the blind man's lips, fury was born within him. Blood covered Virgil's lips, like some perversion of red lipstick. Patton pulled Virgil closer to his chest, cradling him as he ran his hand through his dark hair. "I've got you kiddo... I got you.." The aid whispered, gently rocking the two of them. They sat like that for a few minutes. The faint sound of a siren could be heard through the open window. Patton frowned, his gaze locked onto the window where the fire escape was, they hadn't left anything open when they left. So either the stranger got in through the window or he escaped out of it. And it seemed like the latter was the correct one, judging by the mangled keyhole in the door, which had led to Patton's struggle getting inside. He pulled Virgil closer, determination stealing his resolve. 'I'm gonna keep you safe kiddo...' He pressed a gentle kiss to Virgil's forehead. "I'll keep you safe, I promise..." He whispered into the darkness of the apartment. Eyes alight with protective fury. "I won't let anything happen to you.." ((taglist: @metaphoricalpluto2 @funsizedgremlin @ako1209 @the-straight-as-a-circle-girl @callboxkat @storiesarereality @lara-crofters @fandoms-n-ship @astraastro @nightmarejasmine @that-one-invisible-chick @virgilisaneternalmood @yourhappypappypatton @nienna14 @evillive369 @ivesscottthis @generalfandomfabulousness @twomutesplusone @smokeyrutilequartz @randomslasher @daughterofsomnus @trans-pan-rainbow-man @amber1594 @afilhadehades-blog @hamilin-manuel-miranda @miraculousfandoms @fullmetallovr21 @rileyfirstname @hanramz-the-fander @enderperson43 @ladynightmare12 @nonofthekingshad-arthurization @chocopirate @oh-star-how-the-mighty-fall @patton-loves-coloring @reba-andthesides @nightmareelmst @itsbilliejoemotherfuckers @aricana-blog @impossiblebluebirdcreation @panic-wizard-sex-walrus @melorabarton @wingedkuriboh27 @band-be-boss-blog @bewarethegrammarpolice @alwaysmy-lilith @anxiouslogan24 @samantha-mynott @tinkslittlebelle @ab-artist @bonesbuffyangelfan @unicorndragon1-2-3 @five-second-cookies @narniasfinestavengingsociopath @iris-sanders-athena @peanut0303 @emo-potato-virgil @darkle-elkrad @ukaia @a-pastel-pan @max-is-tired @ijustreallylovesanderssides ))

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terminally-anxious · 7 years

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Aisling (Chapter 3)

summary: Virgil has been dependent on helpers around his apartment after an accident rendered him unable to take care of himself. After his previous helper quit, Virgil needs to find a new one. And the lucky person is a literal ball of sunshine with glasses and freckles.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, those fully belong to Thomas Sanders and his friends.

Word count: 1020

Tw: description of blindness, talk about a car accident (not detailed), trigger talk, anxiety. (if there are anymore, please let me know)

Pairings: Moxiety and Logience (in later chapters)

It took a small moment before the words registered within Virgil’s mind. “o-oh! You’re here earlier than I expected,” he said, somewhat awkwardly. Virgil took a step back to let Patton into his apartment. Shuffling indicated that Patton had entered the hallway, and Virgil closed the door. “yeah, I’m a quick reader and I really wanted to meet you!” The bubbly voice replied. Virgil had to admit, it was very pleasant to listen to his new aid. Even if his volume was a bit too high.

“What did you say your name was again?” Virgil inquired. “Patton Morrigan, Mr.sanders, but you can just call me Patton or Pat, though some of my friends call me ‘Dad’.” The younger of the two men, hesitantly reached his arm out. “You probably know my name, but I still feel the need to introduce myself properly. Virgil Sanders, and you can call me Virgil or Virge, there’s no need to call me Mr. Sanders.” Virgil wasn’t too fond of being referred by his last name, not that it was a bad name or anything. He just preferred to be called by his first name.

A hand clasped around his own in a firm handshake, “pleased to meet you, kiddo!” Patton’s hand was soft, much to Virgil’s surprise. “Yeah, well likewise,” he said lamely, letting go of Patton’s hand.

His palm found the wall again, and prepared to go back into the living room. “u-um, could you take your shoes off in the hallway? I don’t like it when people trek in dirt and rocks.” Patton hurried to comply. “Of course, Virgil, but, um..” Patton hesitated. “what is it?” Virgil looked over his shoulder, his eyes looking a little bit to the left of Patton’s head. “Is it okay if I turn on the lights? It’s kinda dark in here..” Virgil paused “Lights? Aren’t they o-Oh! Sorry, I don’t really need the lights, so I just usually have them off. Patton chuckled, a slightly childish sound, but none the less pleasant. “You must save a lot on the electricity bill then.” A small ‘click’ was the only indication that the light had turned on.

Despite his nervousness Virgil could feel the corner of his mouth twitching up. “If you just follow me..” he trailed off, walking back into his living room. He could hear Patton shuffling behind him. When he and Patton had arrived in the living room, Virgil let go of the wall, and held his hand out to the aid. “Help me to the sofa?” Virgil didn’t really like instigating these sort of things, but if he didn’t, well things usually became awkward real fast. “Of course!” Again, surprise took over Virgil’s expression. Patton was very gentle, taking his hand, and hooking his elbow under his own. Patton let Virgil set the pace, hoping to make his patient as comfortable with him as possible. “The coffee table’s edge is about two feet ahead.” Virgil reached out with his left hand, and felt the edge of the table. “Thanks Patton, I can manage the rest myself.”

Patton let go of Virgil’s arm and watched as the younger male maneuvered himself around the table and sitting down in the sofa. “You can sit if you want to, we do have a couple of things to talk about.” Patton sat down in the armchair across from his patient. “You’ve read my medical records, so you know what it is I’m struggling with. I’m not going to talk about the details, as it is a very hard subject for me to talk about.” The nervous tone that Virgil had displayed earlier was gone, his voice now sounding dull and lifeless. “So, I’m going to talk about my triggers and what I need help with around the house.” Patton kept his gaze firmly on the younger man, as the air grew denser with anticipation.

“To start off, I cannot ride in a car anymore. Period. Hence the reason I live in the middle of the city, easier for me to walk to where I need to be. And in relation to this I’m gonna need you to help me move around, whether it’s for groceries, appointments or work.” Patton nodded along, before realizing that he had to give verbal affirmation. “Of course.” Virgil gave him a strained smile. “Talking about the accident can start panic attacks, the same reaction is likely to happen if strangers roughly grab at me or yell at me. I have always had pretty good hearing, so I can easily get overwhelmed by noise or stressful situations.” The blind 24 year old ran a shaky hand through his hair. “There are other things that follow with my anxiety issues, but I do not want to talk about those just yet, I’m not comfortable sharing those with you just yet..” Virgil got an affirmative hum in response. “Anyway, other things I will need help with is cleaning, cooking, doing the laundry, walking around in open areas and remembering my medications.” He finished, letting his eyes roam the room, before snapping them back to Patton when he responded. “I’ll do my best to help you out kiddo, you can count on that!” Virgil brought his hand up to his mouth, covering the small smile working it’s way onto his face. Patton’s voice was really nice to listen to, he had to admit.

‘Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad..’

((The pictures above is how I imagine virgil to look like in this universe. He has permanent bruising under his eyes after the accident, and a couple of scars. He uses the eyeshadow to hide his bruised eyes. Also his pupils is ill shaped because that is what usually happens with retinal detachment))

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