Warnings: Swearing. Stiches.

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Virgil awoke just how he felt as he struggled into uncounsisness: Alone.

The room was silent as he attempted to regain awareness of his surroundings. His mouth tasted of carpet cleaner and his limbs felt like someone had fastened a bowling ball to each limb. He turned his head sharply to his left. Heavy Limbs attempting to follow the direction he faced as his arms squiggled across the floor.

He waited a minute and stood. Legs wobbling beneath him as dizziness overtook his mind. Vision going white for only a sec, little dots dancing before his eyes as nausea hit him. He leaned over to throw up onto what appeared to be carpet floor in a bedroom.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a mirror. He froze, puke sliding back down his throat before it even had a chance to leave his mouth.

HE. WAS. IN. A. WEDDING. DRESS.

An ugly wedding dress.

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Mallory paced in front of the door. Heels clicking back and forth as she waited for her bosses orders to enter. She closed her eyes and blinked back a couple of tears that attempted to escape from silver eyelashes. She didn't want this to happen. SHE HATED HIM! How dare he become deceit's bride. It wasn't that she liked deceit, no, she was too much of a lesbian for that.. It was just that, Virgil didnt deserve such a title.

The door opened slowly.

"Come in mallory. . . " A voice spoke and she listened, heels clicking across wooden floors.

"How about you marry remus." She asked, desperate.

Deceit glared at the girl, he lowered his head downwards making thick eye contact, his brows furrowing up in a frown. "Why him? He's disgusting.. . ." He replied.

Mallory sighed, poor Remus, if the guy heard this his little rat heart would have withered into nothing. "Fine, Okay. At least tell me why you want to date my cousin?" She turned away from him. "If you say it's because he's hot I'll slice off your tongue." She threatened Turning back to face him with a knife.

"Because his dear violet eye's burn within my soul, tempting and drawing me in, like a snake to a snake charmer." Deceit grabbed the knife out her hand. " His lips call for me, beg me to stay, claim what is mine." He grinned. "Virgil's face is that of a tainted angel, so holey yet sinningly tempting." He would brush Mallory's hair out of her face."Lastly, his wings are the loveliest thing since heaven to grace this earth. So, stunning." Deceit replied, whispering the last bit with a sigh.

Mallory took a step back and glowered at the man. "That's saying he's hot with fancy words. *sshole!"

"I know.'

Mortem did up the last button on his suit. "Perfect." He mumbled with a daring smile.

Mallory glared at him from the side yet he caught her annoying pout from the corner of his eye. "Are you really that upset over being related to me soon?" His hand nearly nudged his hairbrush off the counter as he applied more concealer to half of his face.

"No, yes, Maybe." She mumbled in reply. Hand's fiddling with loose wavy hair as she pouted in a childish way, swinging her legs up and down.

"Well, how unfortunate for you. Now I trust you put Virgil in his dress correct?" He dabbed at the makeup with a brush adding a darker skin colour powder to some areas. His lips pursed together in concentration.

"Yep." She chirped, silently giggling on the inside, she put him in the ugliest wedding dress she could find after all. She stood up and off deceit's bed.

"Excellent," Deceit spoke. " Now go do his makeup and restrain him for the wedding, you have two hours." He demanded.

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Virgil glared at the mirror it was honestly appalling, not that he wanted to be in a nice dress it's just that. Wow, this thing looked like a mixture of dead creatures sown together. Oh god, he hoped that wasn't the case.

The emo tugged at the edge of the dress then finally decided to take it off. The door creaked open when it was nearly off his head. Being blind at the moment Virgil attempted to finish pulling the dress fully off to see who had entered, blood pulsing through his veins only to stumble and fall as a pillow made direct contact with his groan. Pushing him off balance.

"You're not supposed to take it off until the honeymoon!" A woman's voice hissed. Virgil pulled the dress back down slightly, refusing to pull his arms through the sleeves as he glared at his cousin.

"What the f*ck" He growled in reply.

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Remy, logan and Patton looked at Remus in a mixture of horror and confusion. Remy seemed more horrified and lo and pat looked pretty much confused not knowing who this person is or how they got in here.

Logan rolled his eyes, retrieving the needle he had asked for out of Remus's hand, "I think he will be fine. . " He replied, "Thank you for your help." He added on, only to get to work on stitching roman up.

Remy glanced at Remus than at logan, Wondering why logan wasn't bothered by Romans blood as much as pattons, or as to why Remus was here looking concerned. Oddly enough Patton broke the silence-

"Heya kiddo I'm patton! Who are you?" He asked cheerily, sticking his hand out to remus. Remus turned to face him, green eyes blown wide in confusion.

"Uh, its Remus. . " He mumbled in reply, eyeing pattons hand. Wondering if he actually wanted to touch him or was just being nice.

"I don't bite. . " Patton responded with a giggle.

Remus laughed in return hesitantly grabbing the other's hand and giving it a shake.

Remy rolled his eyes crossing his arms, refusing to make eye contact with Remus while logan walked off putting away his assortment of medical supplies. Patton trailing behind him like a puppy. Leaving rems and rems alone together.

"Look, I'm sorry about beating you up." Remus began.

Remy rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

And Remus did, the two of them waiting in silence for the others to return. That was until a groan of pain alerted them to Romans awakening.

"What happened?" He asked.