T.W. Mega Dysphoria, and mentions of being Sick.

Virgil groaned as Deceit rubbed a hand over his shoulder, they weren't feeling too good, and they wanted nothing more than for their boyfriend to get rid of the icky feeling.

Deceit smiled weakly and wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling them so their back was flush to his chest. He pressed a few kissed to their cheeks and used his other hand to trace small circles on their stomach, hoping it would help to alleviate some of the pain.

They weren't ever fully happy with how they felt, and it often resulted in them sat with Deceit in front of the toilet, usually dry heaving, trying to get the way they felt to go away. They hated that their body was completely wrong, and it sickened them so much.

"De..."

"What's wrong, kitten?"

"It's... I just..." They leaned their head back against his shoulder and closed their eyes. "Make it go away, please?"

"You know I would if I could, il mio gattino."

"I want... Change..." They mumbled, turning their focus back to the toilet, groaning softly. "Can... Change?"

"What's wrong, love?"

"My body?" They sighed. "Can change body?"

Deceit smiled softly, though he found their inability to talk correctly cute, he realised how bad they must be feeling if they couldn't bring themself to use full sentences.

"I'm sure we can talk to Logan, and he'd know something about it."

"No! He... No." Virgil wasn't out to any of the others, and the idea of coming out made them feel worse, even though their misgendering of them made them feel sick.

"But, amore, it'll help. We can get rid of-"

"De, please. I don't want to tell him. Not him, not Dad, not Roman. No one. Please."

"Okay. Okay. We won't. But can we please move to the bedroom? We can cuddle and hopefully, you'll feel better later?"

Virgil nodded, wrapping their arms around Deceit's neck, silently asking him to carry them.

Deceit just smiled and effortlessly picked him up, blushing softly as they buried their face in his neck.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and Deceit tracing soft circles on their back, side, or stomach, trying to keep them grounded and making sure they didn't feel too bad about themself.

Sure, things weren't perfect, but they were somewhat happy, as long as Deceit stuck with them, it would be okay.

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