Warnings : Abusive father(can be seen as anyone, a Thomas Sanders character or anything else, I purposely left it vague), threats, being outed, implied homophobic father, threat of child abuse/implied child abuse, please please please tell me if I've missed anything!

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There was a tapping at his window.

Damien looks up from his text book, brow furrowing as he looked at his clock. It was about one in the morning. The tapping grew quicker and quicker, and Damien's groggy mind finally recognized the beat.

He pulled his blinds up, eyes widening as Virgil stared back at him, gesturing for Damien to open the window. Damien did, pulling his boyfriend inside and closing the window as swiftly as he'd opened it.

Virgil collapsed into his chest, holding Damien tightly, mumbling incoherently. "Vee?" Damien tried, placing his hand carefully over Virgil's back and beginning to run small and slow circles. Virgil seemed to choke back a sob.

"You're okay- I- I thought you might be- he said he'd hurt you and I ran and oh god you're okay." Virgil hugged Damien tighter, leaning back only slightly to connect their lips.

A muffled yelp came from Damien, but he pulled Virgil closer nonetheless, feeling the other teenager shivering. His clothes were damp- had Damien not noticed it pouring earlier?

"What are you talking about, Virge?" Damien asked softly once they broke away. He cradled Virgil's face in his hands, gently stroking his cheeks with his thumbs.

Virgil took a deep breath. "My mom- she accidentally outed me- us- and my dad wasn't happy and he didn't want to hurt me but said he'd hurt you cause you made me gay according to him but if he couldn't find you then he'd hurt me and then he left without a word and I ran here as fast as I could-"

"You ran ten miles in the rain?!" Damien nearly yelled, apologizing softly when Virgil flinched. Virgil nodded. Damien took a deep breath. "I'll... I'll tell my Papa, does your dad know where I live?"

Virgil shook his head, gripping Damien's forearms. His hands trembled violently.

"Okay, we tell my Papa, I'm sure she'll let you stay here. Then we get you into something warm. Have you eaten anything?"

Virgil laughed. "Your life is in danger and you're asking me if I've eaten?"

"And had any water in the past few hours."

Virgil's teasing smile faded slightly as he shook his head. Damien clapped his hands lightly, pecking Virgil's lips before clamoring out of bed. He tugged Virgil with him.

Sure enough, Damien's father let Virgil stay, claiming he could live with them as long as Virgil needed. He got the boys some snacks and Damien wouldn't let Virgil leave the table until he had finished, changed into one of Damien's baggy shirts and sweatpants, and then climbed back into bed.

Damien pulled Virgil closer under their bundle of blankets, laughing as Virgil pressed feather-light kisses to his neck.

"Sweet dreams, darling," Damien mumbled.

"Will try. You too, love you."

Damien placed a gentle kiss to Virgil's head as his breathing evened out, and Damien was just about to doze off himself.

There was a tapping at his window.