Sanders Sides- Oneshots

Again- Platonic Prinxiety

AN: I do realise none of them would hurt or be hurt like they might do or be in my writing, this is just my messed up mind dealing with my own problems by writing stuff down extremely over exaggerated.

Human AU

He would not hurt him like that again. He had promised he would not hurt him like that again.

So why was he here then?

Roman had knocked on his door in the middle of the night.
Virgil had just decided to go to bed, only now noticing that it, in fact, was 3 in the morning and his eyes seemed to be wanting to glue themselves shut he had put down his phone, crawling under the covers and closing his eyes as a loud knock echoed through the house.

Three silent taps and one being significantly louder after that.
Roman.

He had hurried downstairs, creaking open the door to see the normally so cheerful man hiding in the hood of his vest, hair falling over his face and hunching over, clutching his stomach as if he had been-

"Shit"

He ushered the other to come inside quickly, closing the door after glancing down the street both sides, making sure that nobody had followed his friend, the peaceful feeling that he had enjoyed all day long spiralling down the metaphorical drain as he followed Roman into the living room, the two of them taking place on the couch,the small wince of pain not going unnoticed by Virgil.

They sat in silence for a full minute before Virgil had had enough.

"What did he do?" 

There was no question of what happened, who did this.
No foreplay, no pretending others could do this besides him. 

He was seriously hurt, even without seeing the actual evidence of that he knew by the way he tried to shrink into himself, the once broad shoulders that he normally would have tried to make as wide as possible now slumping, the head that had once been raised high in pride hanging down, hair falling over most part that wasn't hidden by the hood.

Roman stayed silent for a moment, the darker clothed man almost feeling the urge to ask again as the hood was pulled back, hair swept to its normal place to reveal the dark bruise around his eye that was almost completely shut.

It only took him a moment to notice the smaller bruises in the form of two hands wrapping around his neck.

He wanted to hug him, to hold him close and take all the pain away.
But he couldn't. He knew very well that if he would do so the other would cry out in pain, the wounds or bruises he had yet to see hurting with the lightest touch.

"He promised Ro-"

Roman just nodded, smiling at him weakly before getting on his feet slowly, taking off the vest he had been wearing to reveal once muscular arms now thin and fragile. The slightest breeze seeming to be enough to shatter him.

"Y-You know. T-the worst part is that, even after all of this... I still love him."

The smile never left his face, that sickening fake smile that seemed painful the longer he kept it on his face.
But now his brows frowned, tears streaming down his face which only seemed to hurt his eye more, his hand flying up to his shoulder where the very first bruise was made, a tik he had developed after it had gotten worse.

And Virgil wasn't able to do anything. If he went to their house he would either be wounded or found dead in the dumpster. Roman would beat himself up about it more and everything would get worse.

The police was an option. He had promised Roman to call them if it happened again, promised he'd do everything in his might to keep him from hurting the creative man more.
But every time he was about to do so, Roman begged him to not dial the familiar numbers. Begged him to give it one more chance, to give him one more chance.

He had called them once before, a time in which he had seemed calm, a time in which there would not be pistols needed to keep them safe.

The police had said they were busy. And that, as none of them was getting hurt at the moment, they could do nothing to intervene, let alone arrest the man for his past behaviour.

But now Virgil was done.

"Ro, take your shirt and trousers off. I know he did more than just that and I do not want to pressure you, but this is important.

Roman seemed to shrink into himself possibly even more but nodded, either way, slowly taking off his trousers, boxer shorts covering some of the bruises still, but not enough for Virgil to overlook the dark marks on his tighs, once again being reminded of the one part of this Roman did not talk about with him.

As he took his shirt of aswell Virgil averted his eyes, already knowing how the others back would look, the long, red marks still not completely faded and likely to be reopened by new once by now.

"grab the blanket Ro, we're going out."

***

The lights in the waiting room were too bright, the coffee that tasted of the paper cup it had been in only lukewarm as they had finally been called in, him wondering what in the world could have taken so long when they were the only one present.

An officer with a kind face, her skin showing signs of wrinkles around her mouth and forehead from either smiling too much or worrying about others greeted them, only giving Roman a short one over before ushering them into her office.

"I must admit, there are not many people who come to us at four in the morning sir."
Her voice was lighthearted, which only annoyed Virgil more.

"Sorry but this is an important matter, and as we have been discarded once before as we tried to call you for help this was the next best option."

The officers smile now slightly faltered and were replaced with a serious look, a frown carving into her skin as she silently signed for him to continue.

"My friend is getting abused, heavily. And I want his asswipe of a boyfriend arrested."

Virgil saw he mouth twitch in amusement at the phrasing for a moment, but it quickly returns to formal once again. 
"Well. I am afraid we can not help you unless there is enough evidence to-"

Virgil cut her off with a simple hand movement, eyes locked with Romans who silently shook his head but got onto his feet none the less as Virgil kept insisting.
As he dropped the blanket, a quiet gasp escaped the officer's lips, the darker clothed man's eyes widening all the same as he finally laid eyes upon the others full body.

The once muscular build man was thin, so very thin, every single rib visible.his sunken in stomach covered in giant bruises, caused by a foot in an army boot kicking it multiple times, the arms that now tried to cover it just as bad as he had probably tried to defend his stomach with them.

The stab wound on his shoulder, that had yet to fully close by the last visit he had paid Virgil, had ripped open again, it seeming infected, together with the newest marks on his back.

"Enough evidence?" he asked grimly, trying his very best to keep his own emotions in a box he had created for them as he picked up the blanket, wrapping it and his arms around Roman protectively.

***

And that morning Virgil got the same knock on his door as the night before, being greeted by a unusually happy Roman, two boxes stacked in his arms and a soft smile on his face as he brought them upstairs, the room he had crashed in for ages now truly becoming his as Virgil turned up the volume on the radio.

'And up next is a rather brutal arrest. A man who has surprisingly abused his partner to an extreme extent has been reported and arrester this very morning, Samuel L. shall have a trial, but there is not  expected to be much changed in the planned sentence as the man claims to think he did so for his partners own good...-'