#her purple hair and choker make me consider her goth

[lostdennisdaring]

Rock'n Riptide

Poly!lost boys x Goth!mermaid!gn!reader

Got this idea a little while ago while swimming. It's honestly just me as a mermaid, but anyways....tell me what you think. And tell me if I should consider taking requests! Thank you and enjoy

Moving to Santa Carla was a big thing for you. You hadn't been here since the last time you came to visit your grandma, years ago. But now the house you had so many good memories of her in is all yours. Since you just got out of college, a house that you fully own isn't a bad start.

Even though it's across country from your whole family in Ocean city, Maryland.(another sunny beach town on the east coast) For as long as you could remember you mom would tell you the stories of how 'our kind need to stay by the sea, so we can always follow when it calls'. So Santa Carla was the perfect place, that you just had to re-learn to love.

After a week and a half of unpacking, job hunting and settling. You had found a job at a local alternative store, and you started in a few days. So you decided to have some fun while you still could, and go to the boardwalk.

You had forgotten how much you love the Boardwalk, Because you fit in with all the freaks and weirdos here. You were wearing ripped black jeans, a band-T you cropped yourself, black calf high boots with purple laces, and a black denim jacket with a painting of your family crest you did yourself too. You had a choker on, a few rings and bracelets, and you did your hair and makeup how you always do.

Moving through the heavy crowd, your senses were in full action. You could see all the bright lights, hear music somewhere in the distance, and feel the excitement in the air. But above all, you could smell the ocean air. The waves wafting the smell over you and making you feel right at home.

In the midst of all the fun, you hadn't noticed the two blonds tailing you. That was until you caught the shorter one staring, then immediately caught the twisted sister looking one staring too. Feeling playful as always, you ducked into the crowd, turned a few corners, and lead them right into a dead end. They couldn't understand it, they could have sworn they sall you turn into this ally.

"Looking for someone?" You said a smirk playing at your features. Now that you were up close, you could tell they weren't human.

"Just the rock'n Goth we saw just a second ago...do you know where they went?"

"That depends...what do you want with said rock'n Goth?"

“Well I'm Marko and this is Paul" Marko piped up “and we just wanna show you a fun time!"

"Well then, how could I say no to an offer like that, I'm y/n by the way"

The three of you made your way back to the Boardwalk, where you proceeded to raise absolute hell together. After a few hours, they dragged you over to their bikes. Where their two other friends and a little boy they had told you about. 'David, Dwayne, and Laddie' you thought to yourself.

David gave both the blonds at your sides a look of questioning. but all he got back was a look of ‘can we keep them!?!’. he would never admit it, but in that moment he was beat and he knew it. there was no getting rid of you. 

it didn't take long for your friendship with the boys to turn into more. you spend almost every night with them and its nothing but fun. even when you have to work late the boys are there at your job to visit distract you. the only reason your boss doesn't mind is because they only come in at night. 

after a while you piece together that they're vampires. you don't confront them about this, you want them to be comfortable enough to tell you themselves. that and you understood, you had a secret that you wanted to, but couldn't share.

as a mermaid showing someone your tail and swimming with them is an incredibly intimate thing. you wanted to share that experience with your boys, who you love so much. but you had to be sure of our decision before you did.

luckily you wouldn't have to wait for the conformation you needed, for long. the boys were happily surprised to hear that you already knew they were vampires. before they could offer you to turn, you asked them to meet you on the beach, late the next night. when you left the cave right after, the boys didn't know how to feel but they couldn't refuse you.  

the boys were anxious and curious the whole night on the boardwalk, wondering what you had in store for them. after the boardwalk had closed, the boys walked out onto the beach. after a minute of looking they saw you, far down the beach. you were sitting on a large rock with the light of the moon illuminating the silhouette of your upper half. 

the closer they walked to you the more they couldn't believe their eyes. there you were, your long tail of all black scales with streaks of shimmering gold, displayed in all its glory. in this moment you were even more breath taking to them ever, and then you turned to them, eyes the same striking gold color.  

when they reached you they were speechless so they let you speak. you explained to them what you were and they didn't make a noise the whole time, untill you were done. 

“can i touch it?” Paul said right before Dwayne smacked him upside the head.

You giggled "yes you can touch my tail just please be gental."

One by one they all reached out and placed a hand on your tail. With Carefull caressing they admired your scales up close.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time. Tell you guys everything, show you my tail and I would be honored if you would go for a swim with me." You spoke with confidence hiding the fear you were really feeling.

"How could we refuse?" David words soothed all your fears at once.

You could feel the excitement building in you, as the boys quickly stripped to swim with you. Diving into the water, the boys close behind you, there was nothing in the world that could make you happier. Vampires don't really need air so you didn't have to worried about it, while you swam the night away.

#marko tlb #paul tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david tlb #dwayne tlb #mermaid #goth fashion

[unreliable-trash]

GOTH WIFE GOTH WIFE GOTH WIFE GOTH WIFE

#i don't care if no one else considers her goth #her purple hair and choker make me consider her goth #and don't forgot her guinea pig #Abigail #marriage #i was playing stardew valley #stardew valley

[hockeywhy]

rock on; t. jost

WARNINGS: none WORD COUNT: 2.2k A/N: I wrote this back when Josty blessed all the goths with his black lipstick and choker and space buns last Halloween, so I thought well, why not re-post it and here it is. 

“Babe?”

“Mhm…”

You watch in amusement as Tyson hovers around your makeup table, occasionally picking at an item now and then to inspect it before setting it back in its place. Although he tries to make himself appear as nonchalant as he can, you know there is something on his mind that made him circle around the area for the past half hour or so. You didn’t think much of it initially until he started uncapping some lipsticks, twirling them up for inspection, eyebrows furrowing in concentration before setting them down again. If you didn’t know him for as long as you did, you’d pass off his behaviour as an act of boredom, but you can swear you know him even better than you know yourself at times. There is purpose to his movement, and you’re set on finding out what’s been nagging at him. 

“See anything you like?” you ask cautiously, though there’s a hint of amusement in your voice. 

“What? No, I was just…” He lifts his shoulders in a shrug, placing a pencil back in its place and for a brief moment, he catches your eyes in the mirror. It isn’t until you arch a brow in silent question that Tyson turns to face you properly. “So, you know how we have that little get together for Halloween tonight?” he questions, and you prompt him to carry on with a quick nod of your head. “Well, since you and Olivia are going to wear matching costumes, Dante and I thought of doing the same thing.”

“Let me guess. You two are finally agreeing with our Flintstones costumes, and will dress as Fred and Barney?”

Tyson chuckles and he shakes his head, almost regretfully. “Not quite. But, uh, do you happen to have a really dark shade of lipstick? Like a dark purple or…black, even?” 

You sit up slowly then crawl over to sit closer to the foot of the bed. “I think I do. I’m pretty sure I do. Why do you ask?” 

“Well, remember when we watched that Scooby Doo movie and you said you really liked those Hex Girls?” 

You’re just a split second away from confirming you remember that because it only happened the previous night. You and Tyson knew you’d be hanging out with a few friends on Halloween night, so you booked off the Eve of it solely for yourselves. The movies were rolling one after the other throughout most of the day and the two of you went from watching genuinely scary films to children’s stuff like Hocus Pocus or Paranorman, though you found that both of you were especially keen on Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost. Whether it had to do with it being such a childhood classic or the familiarity of the characters, you and Tyson made sure you had enough snacks to last you the full run of the movie without either of you having to get up for refills. By the end of it, you were both trying to one-up each other for the best impersonation of the Hex Girls though you barely managed to make it halfway through before giving in to fits of laughter. 

The coin dropped then.

“No way…” you exclaimed quietly while Tyson confirmed your guess with a quick nod and a big grin, clearly proud of the decision he and Dante came to at some point and could now finally put it to practice. 

“Uh-huh. Well, we’re not dressing up as the Hex Girls but they’re definitely the inspiration, so… Think you can help?” 

The sheer excitement of the thought made you squeal and jump up off the bed properly, clapping your hands together, mind already racing through the endless possibilities. Sure, you should probably make a start on putting together your own look for the approaching evening, but this was so much more exciting. Betty Rubble could wait. Tyson in a goth-rock look, however? You had to help him make a start on it – right now. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this sooner! I could’ve—oh gosh, we could’ve put together so many things!” you exclaimed while circling around him to browse quickly through a few items across the vanity, setting aside some tools in a pile you mentally labelled as the for-consideration pile. 

“I trust you with this,” he assured, turning to sit properly in the seat while watching you go through what to him, seemed like endless options. “So, we’re thinking the full works, you know? All black outfits, maybe even makeup to go with it… What do you think?” 

“I think this will be the best Halloween,” you confirm to him and press a quick kiss to his mouth for extra measure. Once you straighten up though, something keeps you hovering just behind Tyson to consider him with a slight tilt of your head and a narrowing of your eyes. Almost subconsciously, you bring a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through the curls and the gesture makes him tilt his head back in silent encouragement to keep doing that. “How about space buns?” you ask quietly, almost to yourself and briefly test out the idea by gathering some of his hair to part it. It’s long enough now, and so easy to work with that it’d be too much of a shame to pass on the opportunity. “Please say yes.” 

Tyson laughs quietly, reaching back for one of your hands and giving it a light tug so that you can let him guide it to his mouth. He presses a kiss to the heel of your palm and then the inside of your wrist. 

“Go for it.” 

The fun begins then and though the idea is very much Tyson and Dante’s, the entire process becomes your own. 

You dig out an old black denim jacket you almost forgot about and when you both come to the conclusion that it’s probably a little too tight for Tyson around the arms and therefore not quite as rock-and-roll, you take a pair of scissors to it despite his endless string of assurance that surely there’s something else he could use. 

“Babe, it has little gems around it. You can’t say no to the early 2000s type gems on clothing,” you tell him in a deadpan voice and that seems to do it just right. 

The dressing up part is the easiest and perhaps the most straightforward, but when you finally sit him down at the vanity again so that you can make a start, Tyson makes you line up everything you’ll use so he can take a picture and send it to Dante. Just to make sure that they’ll be as closely matched as possible. 

Tyson follows your guidance to a T: he looks up when you line his bottom lash line and looks down when you make a start on his eyelids; he parts his lips a little just before you make a start on lining them (not before exclaiming how good this entire look is coming along and pressing another kiss on his mouth which he returns just before you take a pencil to it) and bites down on a small folded tissue when you tell him. 

All the while, you prevent him from trying to glimpse himself in the mirror but after he gets past the first two complaints (“babe, come on I just want to look really quick” and “is it because I don’t fit this at all and you’re trying to soften the blow?”), Tyson simply settles quietly, legs spread just enough to let you stand closer while parting his hair. Occasionally, he’d loosely wrap his arms around your waist or casually caress your sides with his palms but other than that, the entire situation is reminiscent of days from childhood when you and your girlfriends would take turns helping each other with dress-up and sitting as still as possible out of sheer fear the slightest inclination of your body would ruin everything. 

It isn’t until you finish doing one of the space buns that you lean back a little to look at him properly, and you can’t help the small giggle that escapes your mouth. 

“I think this is it, baby,” you tell him. “This is the costume for you.” 

A slight furrow forms on his face and his smile is almost cautious. “I can’t tell if you mean it’s horrifically good or horrifically horrific. Not that I don’t trust your skills!” he corrects quickly, before you even have the chance to consider that in the first place. “I don’t think I’d trust anyone with a pencil anywhere near my eye except you, but I’m pretty sure between the two of us, you’d rock the eyeliner, dark lipstick and space buns better than anyone can.” 

You arch an eyebrow but waste no more time getting started on the second bun. “What, you’re telling me you never let Kacey lure you into playing dress up as kids?” There’s a moment of hesitation, so you know you got him. Besides, you’ve seen the photos. Those were some of the first Kacey showed you as soon as Tyson introduced you to his family. “Thought so. Now let me just get this one done and you’ll see you might just give Dusk a run for her money.” 

Try as you might though, and you couldn’t tame one of his curls from falling over his forehead and though you had an apparent endless supply of pins, you decided to give them a pass. There is something so incredibly endearing about that one loose strand that refused to be tamed and besides, you figured Instagram would thank you for it if any photos were to go up on the internet. For extra safety, you twirl it around your finger then set it loose before bringing your palms up to hover in front of his eyes. 

“Alright, now turn around slowly and I dare you to tell me this isn’t an entire look.” 

He does as told and once he’s facing the mirror, you make an entire show out of removing your hands, complete with a ta-dah! 

At once, his mouth falls open and slowly, he turns his head one way then the other before tilting it down just enough to catch a full glimpse of the buns sitting atop his head.

“Oh my god…” he mutters, and you can tell his voice is caught somewhere between regret and amusement, so you wrap your arms around his shoulders, bringing your head down to rest on his shoulder after pecking his cheek quickly. 

“If Dante came up with this idea, I’m buying him the most lavish box of chocolates. If you came up with this idea, it’ll take a lot to beat it, I promise that,” you assure him and Tyson bursts into embarrassed laughter. 

“I look like I’m about to record the remix to an Alice Cooper song.” 

“I wanna kiss you but I want it too much. I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison,” you quote in a soft sing-song voice and just as you’re about to pull away from him just to add that extra dramatic flair, Tyson catches your wrist and reels you back in towards him gently, meeting you halfway as he stands up. 

“Keep going,” he murmurs against your mouth.

You chuckle softly, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Don’t spoil your lipstick so soon, baby. You didn’t even get to show it off to everyone else, so let’s save it for later, okay?”

It isn’t until you emerge from your bedroom almost an hour later after completing your own dress up that you notice Tyson had one extra surprise up his sleeve. He turns towards the sound of your footsteps and gleaming around his neck is a spiked leather choker that makes your jaw fall open. He stretches his arms out and does a slow spin, and when he faces you again, he tips his head back just a little as if to give you a better view.

“Yes? No?” he questions, and you detect a trace of hesitance in his voice. 

“Yes,” you confirm, almost breathlessly as you close the gap between the two of you and despite your earlier warning, kiss him even if some of the black lipstick might transfer onto your own hot pink one. It’s no bother, anyway. You have your tube and Tyson’s packed in your clutch. 

Just as you’re about to make a move towards the door, however, Tyson stops you and encourages you to do a full spin. 

“Wow,” he exclaims, following that up with a low whistle. “It’s really not too late at all for me to get into that Barney costume.” 

“Absolutely not,” you state firmly and to make your point even clearer, you quickly push him out of the door. “Betty Rubble and Wilma Flintstone are going to just have a girls’ Halloween get-together and we’ll see our husbands when we get back home. Meanwhile, you and Dante can put on a show worthy of a 2000s middle school goth-rock party. Hey, do you know the lyrics to My Chemical Romance’s I’m Not Okay?”

“I’m not singing My Chemical Romance,” Tyson says quickly, almost stumbling his words in doing so as if saying it any slower would mean he’d have to do it right there and then.

“Oh, you are so singing My Chemical Romance,” you say softly, voice taking on that sing-song tone again and burst into laughter as Tyson groans, gently bumping his head against the steering wheel.

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl fic #* #remember when tyson just decided to win halloween????? remember that???? #i just thought of it randomly today and i was like holy shit #he makes me miss doing my own hair up in space buns so i think i will tomorrow lol

[icecoldparadise]

Sheer Witch-foolery

Apparently I have no chill. “I’m gonna do a small funny April Fool’s day fic!” 2300 words later..... literally what happened with TaT. -___- anyways, I guess this is part of the “holiday” series that I intended to do in order (it was screaming to be done now though.) It’s also canon with my Tricks and Treats fic, Day with the Dragon Witch fic, and @sidewritings Say My Name fic (which, with their permission, is canon with DwtDW!) So without further adieu, here’s Sheer Witch-foolery. Pairings: moxiety and logince (I tried not to make it too.. much, as I know some of y’all find pairing them with each other not enjoyable.)

It was a seemingly ordinary spring day in the mindscape, and the four sides were lounging in the living room: Logan was curled up in the plush arm chair, nose deep in a book; Patton was sprawled on the couch with Roman gushing over Tangled; Virgil was perched on the window seat, relaxing as the warmth of the sun spilled over him. The serenity was disturbed when a black raven flew through the open window in the kitchen and dropped a letter in Virgil’s lap, startling him out of his reverie. The others gazed at him curiously as a small smile crossed his lips- the letter was sealed with a dragon stamp. After cracking it open delicately Virgil read the message, then stated, “Lavinia’s invited us to the cave for lunch.” Roman, who had been taking a drink of water, spit out his drink and sprayed the poor logical side in his line of fire. “WHAT?” Logan glared at the exuberant side, wiping his glasses off with a dry part of his polo. “I believe we have been invited to lunch, Roman.” He stated matter of fact, giving a slight huff as he willed his clothes to be dry. Patton jumped up excitedly, clapping his hands enthusiastically. “Well, what are we waiting for, kiddos?! LET’S GO!” Virgil jotted down a quick note saying they were on their way, hastily tying it with a black string and handing it to the raven waiting on a nearby bookshelf.

It swooshed out the window again, delivering the message to the Dragon Witch. She smirked as she read the confirmation. “Excellent. All is going according to plan.” While the quartet got ready and headed to the witch’s lair, she put the final touches on her little surprise. “They’ll regret not remembering the date, won’t they my pet?” She cooed to the raven, gently scratching under its beak. When the men arrived, the scent of warm soup and seasoned meat filled their nostrils, making their stomach growl. Virgil greeted the guards, who cheerfully returned the greeting and led them the rest of the way to the cavern. A large round table filled with food greeted them: creamy mashed potatoes, savory chicken noodle soup and broccoli soup all sat in ceramic bowls, roast beef and ham sandwiches cut in triangles made pyramids on a large platter, and a large crystal pitcher of fresh fruit punch stood in the center of it all. Roman whistled in amazement. “Where did you learn to make all this, Witch?” He asked fondly, making her smile proudly. “I had the villagers lend me some cookbooks, and used my guards as test subjects.” Some of the guards shuddered, remembering her first attempts at cooking. Virgil noticed and chuckled quietly, but turned a warm smile to his friend. “You really did an incredible job, Vinia.” A small pang of guilt shot through the woman as she remembered her plan, but it was too good a prank to let go to waste. She gave them all her brightest smile. “Thank you. It was really all for you guys. Come! Let’s eat- I heard your stomachs growl at the entrance from the back of my lair.”

They all ate, merrily conversating and sharing stories with each other until they were all full and content. Suddenly Patton sat upright, looking slightly ill. “What’s wrong Pa—” Logan began before he too sat up rigidly with a grimace. The other two felt it shortly after: a strange sensation crawled in their bellies, but not as if they were ill. It felt like… “Magic.” Roman whispered. Virgil shot a distressed glance at his friend, who looked quite pleased with herself. “Logan,” she began sweetly, “what’s today’s date?” The logical side responded instantly. “April first.” It clicked. “Lavinia, what did you do?!” Roman demanded. Before she could answer their bodies contorted, not feeling painful but incredibly bizarre and uncomfortable. When it finally stopped, the sides looked at each other in mild horror. Long hair cascaded identically down their now slender, curved backs. Their limbs were slender, hands smaller, hips wider… “We’re… We’re women!” Patton exclaimed, her voice unusually soft and bright. She gasped and covered her mouth, shocked. Logan turned to face the now hysterically-cackling dragon witch. “How long will this last?” She inquired, her own voice higher than usual, but still low and smooth. “Twenty-four hours, my friends. Oh, I forgot!” She said, too brightly. They looked at her warily. “You… Ladies… are expected at a lovely gala tonight! No pants for us ladies here in your creative world Roman.” Virgil gave an anxious whine, her eyes wide with terror. “Lavinia! I don’t know how to dance as a MAN, let alone as a woman in heels and a flouncy skirt!” Her voice came out as a soft, tremoring alto. Lavinia smirked, gently patting the anxious side’s head. “Don’t worry Verge, Roman said he could do anything, even in a pair of heels and a big flouncy skirt.” Everyone turned to Roman, whose heart-shaped face was bright red. “So? That doesn’t mean I actually CAN!” Her voice was still bold and loud, a sweet soprano. “Oh, you can. Don’t worry. I’m not THAT cruel my friends. I made special shoes for all of you that will help you dance when the need arises. Until then, you all are seriously in need of a trip to the Fairy Godmother. Off you go!” She flicked her hands and they teleported to Fairy Godmother’s fashion emporium. A content sigh escaped her lips as she considered the night’s festivities. “Tonight will be lots of fun!”

The Fairy Godmother had just finished reading her reminder from the Dragon Witch about the transformed sides when they knocked on her door. Smiling, she let them in. “Welcome gentlewomen! Roman, always a pleasure to see you.” Taking a good look at them, she chuckled. “It’s a good thing you didn’t make an Evil Queen, Ro, or she’d be after all four of you.” They all blushed; none of them considered themselves fair enough to be “fairest in all the land” but the compliment was still appreciated. “Now then! I have just the things for you ladies. Patton dear, let’s start with you!” One by one, the fairy transformed them from jeans-and-tee-shirt gals (“Nothing wrong with jeans and a good tee, but for a gala we must have flair!” as she put it) to drop dead beauties. Patton came out looking like the embodiment of life itself; a light sky-blue gown with tule off-the-shoulder sleeves swirled around her feet, long brown hair pinned loosely in a braid with flowers laced into the braid. Her make-up was done lightly, creating an ethereal glow about her that emphasized the warm chocolate hue of her eyes. A delicate silver chain with a butterfly pendent added the perfect touch. Logan retained her sophisticated aura, a simple dark blue cocktail dress gently accentuating her curves without being scandalous; her hair was pinned up in a smooth bun with well-placed sapphire hair pins, make-up also simple but elegant and a simple pearl necklace to accent the look. Roman, of course, was bold and dazzling to behold: a vibrant red full skirt ballgown complete with a flashy bejeweled necklace and half-pinned up hair, gold eyeshadow and red lips to match. Virgil took some convincing to come out, but when she did the others gasped in awe. She genuinely looked like a goth princess: her long hair was silky smooth and only partly pinned by a simple purple flower clip, make up done mostly light with her signature black eyeshadow and a touch of dark purple lip stick, and a layered purple and black gown that seemed to flutter slightly as if in a breeze with every step she took. A simple black choker finished the look. Patton’s jaw dropped noticeably at the sight, and while Logan could appreciate Virgil’s beauty found himself irresistibly drawn to the red flower of the group. After giving final look-over, the Fairy Godmother nodded, impressed with her handiwork. “Yes, you four are quite ready for the ball in an hour. Here,” she started, handing them each a square box, “the Dragon Witch left these for you. She said it would correct your ‘two left feet’.” Each box held a pair of shoes that morphed to match the wearer’s outfit. Once situated Roman gave them a quick lesson in walking in heels, and they clumsily tottered out to the carriage Lavinia had ordered for them.

The ride over was full of conversation and quick (sheepish) glances at each other; none of them could deny they made equally gorgeous women as they made men. Virgil couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from Patton’s warm, eye-crinkling smile while Roman couldn’t help but appreciate the calculated elegance Logan exuded. They had finally gotten used to the high, feminine voices (much to their dismay, Roman did in fact take advantage of this many times to burst out into female Disney songs.) When they arrived, they couldn’t help but stare in awe at the amount of colorfully adorned people they would be interacting with. Virgil instinctively hid behind Patton when they got out, who unconsciously offered her hand as comfort. She gladly took it, peering over the lively side’s shoulder in mild terror. It helped getting inside, as people spread out to various parts of the rather large castle. “Well, you men certainly do make lovely princesses.” A smooth voice stated in admiration, instantly causing them to turn and face Lavinia. She was also dressed elaborately, emerald green and black her main theme as the long slender skirt floated fairy-like at her ankles. “You look lovely, Vinia.” Virgil complimented softly, resulting in a warm smile from the dragon witch. “Well, now we can say we got to have a lovely girls’ night out together, yes? Let’s go dance!” Roman had opened her mouth to protest when everyone’s shoes made them move to the dance floor. Virgil and Patton gave a shriek while Roman and Logan managed to keep up with their shoes. A lovely waltz came on, and while a good amount of dashing young men offered to dance with them the quartet stuck together. Patton smiled cheekily and offered her hand to the gothic side. “May I have this dance, mi’lady?” Virgil couldn’t help but laugh, her voice ringing melodiously throughout the hall. “Yes, you may.” Patton’s laugh joined hers, both echoing harmoniously. Roman and Logan watched amused before Logan turned her nervous attention to the other. “R-Roman?” She began, nerves causing her usually smooth, controlled voice to tremor. The fiery side turned to see Logan’s wide eyes and timidly outstretched hand. She blushed slightly before taking it, managing a small curtsey before they began to glide rather successfully across the floor.

While they danced, a waltz both Virgil and Logan recognized began to play. They simultaneously exclaimed, “Oh! I know this one.” Patton looked up at the slightly-taller side, her brown eyes bright with excitement. “Really?! I didn’t know you liked waltz music.” Virgil blushed, avoiding her partner’s eyes. “I use them sometimes to help keep me calm when my anxiety is flaring up.” The emotional side nodded in understanding. “Virge, would you… Would you hum it while we dance?” The nervous side gulped but nodded, her sweet alto voice quietly joining the orchestra. Patton put her head on Virgil’s shoulder, entranced. Meanwhile with the other two had a similar conversation. “You like waltz music Lo?” Roman inquired, genuinely surprised. Logan gave her trademark knowledgeable expression. “Of course, the intricate yet repetitive pattern is quite soothing while I work out particularly pesky problems. This is one of my favorites.” Roman’s eyes lit up hopefully. “Would you sing with the music?” Logan quirked an eyebrow to hide her uncertainty. “I… I don’t particularly excel in song-making Ro.” The creative side pouted adorably, giving the logical side such big puppy eyes it melted her heart. “Oh, alright. I suppose it wouldn’t do much harm this once.”  She quietly hummed the tune, swirling around with Roman who was ecstatic to hear the normally reserved side actually humming (and doing so quite well.) The song ended much too soon, as did the night. Before they knew it the clock was striking midnight and the gala was ending. The Dragon Witch had joined them for quite a few dances, making sure to dance with each one before the night was through, so she was with them when it ended. She linked her arms with Roman and Patton. “Not bad for an April Fool’s prank, hmmm?” They all grudgingly agreed. “Yes, it was well played. However, we do need to get home and get some rest Lavinia.” Logan stated, right as Lavinia herself gave a huge yawn. She nodded. “Yes, I do believe it’s time to call it a night. You all will be back to your handsome selves when you wake up in the morning. Goodnight, ladies!” She cajoled before disappearing in a poof of green smoke. The four took similar suit, warping back to the mind palace and into pajamas. They piled into a blanket fort for the night and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from the day’s events.

When Virgil woke up the next morning, he was pleased to note that his body was back to its very masculine form, as were the others. He noticed Patton curled up next to his side and smiled, carefully putting an arm around the sleeping man. Patton stirred a little and peered up at him. “We’re men again.” The heart said sleepily. Virgil nodded. “Yep. Go back to sleep Pat.” Patton turned and cuddled into the anxious side before quietly asking, “Hey kiddo? Would… Would you hum that song from last night again?” A faint blush dusted Virgil’s cheeks, but he nodded again and began humming softly, tightening his arm protectively over Patton and pulling him in closer. Patton smiled and sighed contently, falling asleep to the deep baritone humming the soothing melody.

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