Sanders Sides One-shots

YOU'RE A GIRL! (Dukexiety, Trans!Virgil)

This is brought to you by me having a mini panic attack at 4am because of random bs I put on myself lmao

Warnings: Tans!Virgil FTM, abusive parent, hitting, implied wanting to murder someone, over protective Remus, trans and homophobic slurs, implied suicide (blink and you'll miss it), lots of mentions of the word slut and a few bitches here and there- you get what to expect lmao

If you have abusive parent(s) and/or are trans I wouldn't recommend reading this especially if you are sensitive to a lot of things regarding that area. I wrote this as a coping mechanism for myself (hense half the reason why it's not being published on the regular day) and none of you are forced to read any of these if they make you uncomfortable or can possibly trigger you. Please be safe and I love y'all

Virgil's POV

I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror. I hated looking at myself, yet I found myself doing it often. Listing the same things that I hate about myself, finding something new everyday. I fucking hate myself. I hate my body. I hate me.

I hate these balls of fat on my chest that I try so desperately to hide behind overly tight binders and baggy hoodies. I was fortunate enough to not have too big of boobs, but I still hate them anyway.

The bags under my eyes have grown large, I don't even need eye shadow at this point. My friends convinced me to cut my hair short a week or so ago, I like it a lot, it feels.. like me. I even dyed it purple, my favourite colour, though it's faded into my dark brown hair now.

See, my name is Veronica Black. At least, that's my legal name. My friends call me Virgil. Veronica never even suited me as a name even if I was a girl... I've been out to my friends for a while now I suppose.. around a month I suppose? Might be more, might be less, my sense of time is not very good. Besides, time is just a concept created by society, am I right?

I was really happy when I came out to my friends, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Until my dad found out.. he found and read my journal which I stupidly wrote everything, from my thoughts to what happened during the day, in.

I never had a good relationship with my dad to begin with, he would always yell at me over everything, sometimes we'd yell at each other. But it never got physical until he found out about me being trans..

I guess it's not too bad, I mean, it's not like in fanfiction or movies where I'm locked in a basement starving and bleeding and slowly dying and then my prince charming comes to save me, or, in my case, duke charming I suppose. No.. that was bad.. whatever. Point is, it's not that bad. All I've got is a few bruises, but it still fucking sucks.

None of them know, neither does Remus, aka my boyfriend. If Remus knew what my dad was doing.... It wouldn't end well, let's just say that, hah!

I shook my head of the thought, though my stomach still had the cliche butterflies when I thought of the strange moustache man. Speaking of which, I was going to meet up with him in the park in a little hence why I went to the bathroom to check how I look before I go.

You know what, good enough..

I thought to myself, grabbing my phone and wallet just in case and heading downstairs.

"Where are you going, faggot?" I heard a voice say from behind me causing me to stop in my tracks.

"I-I'm going to meet up with some friends," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady through the lie.

I wish I could lie as well as Damien..!

"Don't lie to me, bitch! You're going off to see that little boyfriend of yours!" He spat.