#virgil sweetie what the fuck

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Random wingfic idea- Virgil refusing to preen himself and the other sides chasing him around the mindscape trying to catch him, hold him down, and do it for him lol (it’s for his own good!) – cherry-sofa-729

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Warnings: non-consensual grooming

Pairings: dlampr, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 2577

”Virgil,” comes Janus’s slightly—alright, way more than slightly—reproachful voice from just outside the door.

Virgil curls up tighter on the bed, his wings creaking in protest as he tries to pull them closer. He bites his lip and says nothing. Janus sighs.

“We can either have this conversation through the door, and the others will potentially hear it and wonder why I have to talk to you through your door, or you can let me in and keep a modicum of privacy from them.”

See, this is the part about talking with Janus that he really hates when it comes up. Because he’s capable of being reasonable, so reasonable that there isn’t a good argument, and it just makes Virgil madder.

Still, he’d rather deal with one really annoyingly-caring Side than five right now, so he pulls a blanket halfway over his lap and lets Janus in.

“Thank you,” he hears as the door clicks shut behind him.

The silence that follows is filled with silent judgment that makes Virgil’s skin crawl. So he digs his hands into the blanket and ignores the twinges of pain in his wings as Janus sits on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not going to touch you without your permission, sweetie,” he says quietly, because he’s actually a decent person and he won’t, Virgil knows he won’t, “but I’m not leaving either.”

“Why not?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“But why? It’s not like…”

“Like you haven’t done this before?” Janus fills in when he doesn’t finish. “I know, sweetie, I remember. I was there when you realized that wouldn’t work anymore. Which is why I’m not leaving.”

See? Stupid and reasonable. Virgil glares at the seam on his sleeve that’s starting to go as if he could telekinetically sew it back up. Janus doesn’t say anything for a moment until his wings shudder again.

“You’re giving yourself muscle fatigue on top of everything else,” comes the quiet voice that makes Virgil’s blood boil, “that’s only going to make things harder.”

“Shut up.”

“Why are you being unkind to me, sweetie?”

Because you’re being unkind to me. Because you’re here and I don’t want you to be here right now. Because you’re making me uncomfortable. Because I don’t know what else to do. Because I’m scared. Because—because—because—

He doesn’t say anything. After another moment, Janus sighs. The bed dips as he shifts his weight.

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to tell you anyway?”

“…yeah.”

“I think you’re afraid of being vulnerable in front of us because you’re still anxious about whether or not we’ll hurt you, even though part of you knows that won’t happen.”

Virgil was right. He didn’t want to hear what Janus thought. Mainly because he knew he was going to be right.

“And,” he continues, because of fucking course he does, “I think we both know that being angry is easier than being scared.”

“Shut up,” he growls, only making Janus’s point for him, wrenching his wings as close to himself as they’ll go.

“Don’t do that,” comes Janus’s voice, firmer now, “you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do. Relax your wings, Virgil, you’re going to hurt them.”

“So?”

“So, they’re a part of you. A part that deserves just as much taking care of as the rest of you.”

Virgil bares his teeth in a snarl, hides behind his hoodie-clad arms. The pain in his shoulder blades agrees with Janus, though, and slowly he feels his wings relax just a bit. As they do, the build-up and debris in the crooked feathers shifts just enough to jolt a noise of pain from his lips before he can stop it.

“You’re hurt,” Janus stresses, “please, sweetie, let me help.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Janus’s shadow reaching for him and he flinches away, knocking one of his wings into the wall. He whimpers again.

“Okay, okay, I won’t touch you, I promise, okay?” The bed shifts back. “But you—Virgil, you know.”

He does know. He remembers the nights of gritting his teeth and hissing in pain as he tried in vain to get his wings right by himself, the days of having to walk hunched over because his back wouldn’t allow for anything but, the sports bras that were covered in oil and grime and sweat by the end of the day and having to wash them by hand in his bathroom as his shoulders screamed in pain. He remembers all of it.

But he also remembers the itching feeling under his skin when the others would take care of him. The weird bubbling feeling in his stomach that just wouldn’t go away, making him sick and fretful even when they were handling him as gently as they could. The sinking pit that would open up in his chest when he had his wings outstretched, so far away from him, and in someone else’s hands.

The memory of that alone is enough to make his wings jerk closer to himself again.

“Talk to me,” he hears Janus murmur, “please, sweetie, what’s wrong? Everything was alright for a while, wasn’t it?”

“…yeah.”

“Did we mess up? Did one of us hurt you by accident?”

“No.”

There’s a pause. Virgil squeezes his eyes shut, because technically that wasn’t a lie, but he’s talking to Janus and he knows better than to assume that’s going to be enough.

“Virgil,” and yep, it wasn’t true enough to escape his notice, “tell me what happened, please.”

“It’s fine, J.”

“It’s made you avoid getting your wings taken care of, it has made you feel unsafe and scared, and it has made you lie to me. It is not fine, now tell me what happened.”

Virgil shuffles. His wings twitch at the memory of it.

“I…I wasn’t doing a good job of remembering to get my wings groomed,” he starts, “and I guess it got sort of obvious.”

“Go on.”

”I was just sitting on the couch and then—and then Remus was lunging at me with this huge butterfly net thing?”

“That sounds like something Remus would do.”

“And I told him to fuck off, obviously—“

“Obviously.”

“—but he didn’t stop, he just kept trying to catch me and so I ran away because I didn’t want to be caught and then Roman—“

“Roman?”

“Yeah, he—he didn’t have a net or anything but he was trying to catch me too and I just kept running because I didn’t know what was going on and they both kept laughing that they were going to catch me and kept chasing me and I—“

‘Shh,” Janus interrupts, voice soft and low, “take a breath first.”

Virgil manages a shaky breath, his hands and wings trembling. “And then I saw Patton and I thought he was going to h-help me and make them stop chasing me because I didn’t want to be fucking chased, I just wanted them to leave me alone, I didn’t even know why they were chasing me—“

“And what did Patton do?”

A lump swells up in Virgil’s throat. “:H-he caught me.”

Janus is silent for a moment. Virgil’s breathing starts to get shakier again.

“He caught me and then Roman and Remus laughed and they—they—“ he swallows— “they—“

Janus inhales sharply. “Did they groom your wings without your permission?”

Virgil nods miserably, a sob choking up from his throat. He hears a quiet mumbling from Janus before he’s reaching out despite himself and there’s a soft oh, sweetie and he’s scooped into his lap.

“Shh, shh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Janus murmurs, lowest pair of arms slung around his waist, “you’re alright, you’re safe now, no one will touch you without permission, it’s okay.”

The murmurs in his ears are doing wonders to coax every last tear from his eyes and he just wraps his arms as tightly as he can around Janus’s neck without choking him. Janus holds him just as tightly, pressing kisses to his temple between quiet reassurances.

“I know I need to get them groomed,” Virgil mumbles after a while, “but I…”

“Shh…you don’t need to say anything else, sweetie, not to me. I understand. That was…that was an awful thing they did, and I promise you I’ll have a word with them about it.”

”They didn’t know—“

“Remus did,” Janus interrupts firmly, “Remus knew better and he should have done better.”

“…yeah.”

”Oh, sweetie, I’m not angry at you.”

“You’re not?”

“No, not at all. I’m upset for you, but not at you.” A hand scratches lightly at the base of his spine. “Do you think you’re comfortable enough to have your wings groomed now, or do you want to wait?”

Virgil shifts. “We can...we can do it now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He bumps his head against Janus’s chin. “As long as it’s you.”

Of course, just as he says that, there’s a knock at the door. He tenses, Janus’s hand soothing it away, before Logan’s voice comes from the other side.

“Virgil? It’s Logan. I have a question for you.”

Janus glances down. Virgil chews on his lip for a moment before he raises his hand and opens the door for Logan.

“Thank you, I—oh.” Logan stops, seeing Virgil with his wings huddled around him on Janus’s lap. “My apologies, is this a bad time?”

”It’s not ideal,” Janus says diplomatically, “what did you need?”

“I—well, I’ve been…doing some research,” Logan admits somewhat sheepishly, holding out the basket in his hands, “on how to care for wings properly. I’ve attempted to synthesize a solution that can help prevent build-up on the oil glands.”

Virgil holds out his hand. Logan brings the basket over to him, not touching his wings. He pops the lid of one of the bottles and sniffs. It smells…good. He looks up at Janus, who shrugs.

“It’s up to you, sweetie.”

“Will you help?”

“Now? Certainly,” Logan says, setting the basket on the bed and resting a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, “what can I do?”

The base of his spine prickles as Janus starts gently directly Logan through cleaning the gunk from his feathers, carefully removing the broken ones and straightening the crooked ones, but when nothing suddenly touches his sensitive places or moves too quickly or too harshly, he starts to relax into the soothing touches. Logan’s low voice murmurs a warning before his thumbs reach up and slide over the oil glands, drawing a soft whine before it turns into a sleepy mumble.

”You’re doing so well, dear heart, we’re right here. You’re safe, nothing is going to happen to you right now.”

“I know.”

Janus presses a kiss to his cheek as another set of hands takes his. “I’m going to lift your arms up now, alright? That way Logan can get the rest.”

Virgil just mumbles his assent, wincing as it tugs on his muscles. Logan’s hands are firm and gentle as they begin to work through the marginal covets, the wooden hairbrush slipping easily through the feathers.

“Did you try the…the solution yet?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, I did that a moment ago. Did it help remove the build-up without as much pain?”

“Yeah. Didn’t even realize you did it.”

Logan chuckles. “I suppose I’ll take that as a good thing.”

“Mhm. Definitely.”

Janus squeezes his hands, slowly lowering them so his arms are around his neck again. “You did so well, sweetie, I’m so proud of you. Are you feeling better?”

“Mhm. Thanks.”

“Always, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, kissing his cheek. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do believe I have something to attend to.”

Virgil mumbles a protest but lets Janus get off the bed. Logan makes to leave as well but he catches his wrist.

“Can you stay? Please?”

“Of course, Virgil. Would you like to cuddle?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me lie down, then, and—“ Logan lets out a noise of surprise that morphs into a laugh when Virgil flops on top of him the second he’s able— “oh, alright, you little spider. May I continue to groom you as we lie here?”

“Just don’t touch the glands and yeah.”

“As you wish.”

***

Janus reaches through the Mindscape to summon all three of them and none-too-gently brings them to the Dark Side’s living room.

“Ow, what the hell? You grabbed me by my hair!”

“Yeah, kiddo, you should try and be more gentle!”

“Jeez, Janny, if you wanted to play rough, you only had to say so.”

All three of them see his expression and shut up.

“I’ve just found out something very interesting,” he says lowly, “about our dear Virgil. Would you like to know what that was?”

Patton nods slowly, followed by the others.

“He hasn’t felt safe enough to get his wings groomed properly, now isn’t that interesting?” He tilts his head. “I wonder what could have been the cause of that. Can any of you think of why that might be?”

Roman gulps. Remus goes pale. Patton fidgets with his hands. “I-is it because we…?”

He winces when Janus’s gaze swivels to meet his. “Is it because you what, Patton,” he says in an icily-pleasant tone, “what did you do?”

“We, um, we noticed that his wings were getting bad and so we, um…” Patton wilts under Janus’s glare. “…we tried to do it for him?”

“You tried to do it for him, is that it? Well, what on earth would that have to do with Virgil feeling unsafe?”

“We didn’t get his permission,” Remus whispers, all play gone from his voice, “we…we forced him into it, and we…shit. Fuck. We fucked up bad.”

Patton doesn’t even call him out on his language.

“I expected better from you,” Janus hisses, the anger starting to slip into his voice, “you know how much it takes to get Virgil to trust someone with his grooming. What the hell were you thinking?”

”I wasn’t. I wasn’t, I just—oh, no…”

“Is he okay?” Roman breaks in, already shrunken out of his normal Princely demeanor. “Is—is he okay now?”

Janus softens the slightest bit. “Yes. He is now.”

“Can we apologize to him?”

“On his terms.”

Roman seems to accept that, nodding and bowing his head. Remus is still muttering to himself, his hands clasped over his mouth. Patton looks like he’s on the verge of tears. Janus takes one last look at all of them before he sinks out again.

Later, much later that evening, they will have another movie night. Remus will stumble and stutter over an apology in the way that only he can and Virgil will grin because there’s the Remus he remembers and give him a big hug, wings and all. Roman will swear never to do something like that again and Virgil will swat him over the head with a pillow, grinning the whole time. Patton will offer an apology of his own and Virgil will accept it with a nod.

But for right now, he’s dozing on Logan’s chest as Janus cleans up the last of his wings, and everything’s going to be just fine.

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[starlocked01]

Your Average Petty Sinner

AO3 link (pending)

Summary- Patton goes through an Emo phase and decides to hang out with the most notorious kids at school, going so far as to try to date their leader.

Relationships- Janus&Patton (Moceit), Remus/Virgil (Dukexiety)

Word Count- 5.4k

Content Warnings- swearing, mild description of injury, mild sexual innuendos

This is my @sanderssidesgiftxchange gift for @lily-janus 💛💙 I really hope you like it! Also a shout out to @infinitesimal-dna for beta reading and putting up with my shenanigans.

“I just don't get it!” Patton frantically paced the small patch of faded pale blue carpet that was visible in his cluttered room, “I literally caught them with cigarettes and lighters in the bathroom- how did they weasel out of detention this time?”

Roman barely looked up from the script in his hand as he lounged on Patton’s bed, “I don't know. Remus didn't say when Mom picked us up. They weren't going to hurt anyone but themselves.”

“Lighters start fires- they could have caused a fire alarm and some freshman could have been trampled in the ensuing panic while the science wing burned down-” Patton whipped back to face Roman who remained unperturbed. 

“And none of that happened. You saved the day, Padre. Why can't you just be happy about that?”

“Because they didn't get in trouble!” Patton crossed his arms tight over his chest and resumed his pacing, “why turn in the bad kids if they're just going to be let go?”

“Sounds like you want to put my brother in jail,” Roman snickered and briefly looked up, “I don't know why. Why do you snitch on them?” Roman countered

Patton bit down hard on his lip before taking a measured breath, “I am not snitching. They just keep breaking the rules in front of me.”

“I think you just want Janus to notice you. Trust me, he does, sweetie. Remus won't stop complaining about how much the goodie two shoes need to fu- leave them alone,” Roman replies, remembering too late the household ban on swears.

“SHH! Don’t let Mom hear you.” Patton whispered tersely, “you’re wrong. I don’t care what any of them think about me– especially not Janus.”

Roman snorted, “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re constantly tattling on him. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that when a boy’s mean to you that means he likes you?”

Patton stopped in his tracks and turned back to face Roman, “That’s… completely untrue.”

Roman rolled his eyes, flipping a page lazily, “Just keep telling yourself that, Padre. I bet if you just asked he’d go out with you.”

“I’m not gay and I don’t want to go out with him,” Patton countered, “will you please just be quiet? My mom would kick you out in two seconds for being a quote ‘bad influence’ if she heard you right now.”

“Mmm fine. Alright. I won’t talk about your obvious crush on Mr. Tall, Dark and Mysterious.”

“I am not- Why don’t you understand that not everyone has to like guys?” 

Roman sat up, “I’m not saying everyone. I just know you, Patt. You don’t like girls. You’ve turned down like twenty of them since homecoming last year. So if you don’t like girls, that just leaves guys. I know you don’t feel comfortable bringing a bf home because of the witch, but you’ve at least got to let yourself consider the possibility.”

“Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl,” Patton replied, not sounding as convincing as he should have to shut down the conversation.

Roman chuckled, “sure. Because she’s actually a boy named Janus and you’re looking in the wrong places.”

“Roman!”

“Just ask him!”

“He hates me. And I don’t like him.”

“You absolutely fucking do!”

“Roman!” Patton hissed, flinching as he could hear his mother’s footsteps coming down the hallway. “Now you’ve done it-” he muttered as the bedroom door clicked and swung open.

“Patton, sweetie. What’s our rule for having friends over?” his mother asked from the door, a falsely sweet and disarming voice cutting through the tension of the argument.

Patton turned, “they need to follow house rules and not distract from school work…”

“That’s right. If I’m not mistaken, I believe I heard Mr. Prince here swearing. That is no way to speak to others, is it?” 

“No, ma’am,” Patton replied, head hung in defeat. 

She turned towards Roman, “Exactly. I’m sorry dear, but you need to leave and reevaluate your vocabulary and manners if you want to spend time with my son.”

“Sorry, Patt,” Roman murmured as he grabbed his backpack and walked past to leave, “tomorrow. Just do it.” 

Patton sighed with exasperation, “Please, Mom, let him stay? He didn’t mean to-”

“You know the rules, Patton. I think it’s about time you got started on your homework,” she brushed him off, escorting Roman out to the front door. 

Patton waited until he heard the front door shutting before closing his bedroom door to get started on his work, trying to tune out his racing thoughts about school. 

___ ___ ___

 Janus slumped against the lockers, ignoring the dirty look from Susan next to him when he accidentally shut hers for her. It wasn’t his fault her locker was so close to Virgil’s. He gripped the head of his cane to keep it from sliding into the throng of students that would trample and crack it without a second thought. The polished wooden cane had cost a fortune, stained black with a yellow snake carved around the shaft up to the handle. He'd refused to adopt a medical-looking metal bully magnet and protected his aide fiercely. Janus silently watched Virgil picking out text books for the next class.

“What a bitch, right?” he asked once Virgil had noticed him. 

Virgil nodded sagely, “Yeah. Who’re we talking about this time?”

Janus smirked, “Mrs. Hansen, of course. It’s like she doesn’t even care that I don’t give a fuck about Physics.”

“She held you after class again? That bitch!” Virgil gaped, closing his locker, “that is so messed up. You should tell the VP that she’s not respecting your accommodations, right?”

“Like he ever cared the twenty thousand other times someone tried to make life harder,” Janus scoffed, glancing at the disturbance coming down the hallway and opting not to warn Virgil.

With all the subtlety of a tornado, Janus watched as Remus pinned Virgil to the lockers, dropping his backpack at Janus’ feet in his hurry to get hands on the boy. Virgil grunted in surprise, pushing back against the attack until he recognized the lips pressed harshly into his neck.

“Rem-! Oh my god!” Virgil laughed breathlessly, “I told you not at school, motherfucker!”

Remus looked up with a devious grin, “and? Your mother said she loved it.”

“Gross,” Virgil chuckled and pulled his boyfriend into a tight hug, “I missed you.”

Janus rolled his eyes, pushing the discarded backpack away with the tip of his cane, “It’s been all of an hour since you two last molested each other in front of the entire school.”

“Jealous, Jannie?”

“Utterly green with envy,” Janus sighed, noticing the crowd in the hall thinning rapidly, “are you done playing tongue hockey yet?”

“Never,” Remus laughed and turned back to Virgil, cutting off his protests with a filthy kiss.

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t figured out how to make gay love babies yet,” Janus replied, carefully readjusting his treasured suede gloves. The crowds of students dissipated and doors shut as the bell for the next period rang through the now empty halls.

Janus nudged the pair, “Biology will have to wait. Let's get going.”

“Oh come on!” Remus whined, “just tell Mr. Sawan you got held back and we're helping you-”

“It's not a lie for once,” Virgil added, leaning down to grab Remus' bag.

“And they say I'm the bad influence,” Janus scoffed, grabbing his cane to start towards class. Virgil and Remus reluctantly followed, careful to give him space to walk. 

Janus wasn't actually eager to get to class. Everyone always stared when he walked in late, despite arriving late by necessity every day. The scrutiny felt absolutely miserable. 

As they neared the stairs down to the mathematics wing, Janus paused to let the couple go first. The last thing he wanted was to slip all the way down into a concussion.

“Hey!” A voice called loudly from down the hall, “aren't you supposed to be in class?”

Janus glanced over and swore quietly at the sight of the world's most annoying goody two shoes coming towards them.

“Patton. Where do you think we're going?” He asked in a lazy drawl.

“Yeah, calm your tits,” Remus added less than helpfully.

Patton frowned, glancing down at his chest for a brief moment, “I don't have- the bell rang five minutes ago. You're supposed to be in class. I bet you're out here trying to smoke and ditch class.”

“How? You stole my lighter yesterday,” Virgil snarked back, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“It’s against school policy-” Patton started.

“What's against policy is a student trying to police other students. I literally cannot walk the halls when everyone else is running around,” Janus spoke up, standing up straighter. “We'd have made it by now if you hadn't interrupted us.”

“You liar. You're just messing around to get out of class,” Patton accused, stepping closer as if to intimidate Janus.

He laughed, “we have this discussion once a week! If I didn't know better, I would think you're going out of your way to flirt with me.”

An inscrutable look passed over Patton’s face, freckles melting into a soft flustered blush. “I am not!” Patton whispered hoarsely.

“Then we'll just be on our way,” Janus sneered, starting down the first step, cane first.

“Hey!” Patton gasped, reaching for Janus’s shoulder. Janus flinched at the unexpected touch, shifting to toss Patton as far from him as possible.

Unfortunately, this sent the boy careening down the flight of stairs.

“Shit!” Janus exclaimed,  watching in horror and slight mesmerism as Patton came to a halt on the first landing.

“You killed him!” Remus cackled with glee at the possibility.

“Jan- what the fuck?” Virgil asked, not sure if he should move to help Patton or not.

Janus glanced down the hall, and seeing no one, made his decision.

“Virgil, help me get him to the nurse.” he instructed. “Remus, get to class and tell them Virgil and I cannot make it. Give as little context as possible, got it?”

Remus nodded and hurried to the class.

Janus hurried down the steps as fast as he could manage to the place Patton lay on the stairs.

“Wh- why?” Patton murmured, cradling his shoulder, “I- I wasn't-”

“Next time don't touch people without permission,” Janus snapped, reaching to pick  Patton up, “can you walk?”

“I- I think so?” Patton winced, trying to sit up with both of the others pulling him up, “d-don't pull my arm, please.”

Janus nodded, “right, let's go, before you die or something.”

“Good going, Jan,” Virgil groaned as Patton leaned more heavily against him.

“Shut it, Vi. I didn't do anything.”

The walk down the rest of the stairs and to the nurse's office felt impossibly long and arduous, as Patton moved slower than even Janus. And he moaned in pain at each jostle to his arm.

“You're going to be okay,” Virgil chewed at his cheek, “it wasn't that bad of a fall.”

“I- I hope so,” Patton murmured, “why are the bad kids helping me?”

Janus rolled his eyes, “who said we're bad?”

“I- you always get in trouble,” Patton tried to explain.

“Yeah. Because you're always trying to get us in trouble,” Virgil scoffed.

“I don't expect you to understand, Patton,” Janus stopped as they reached the nurse’s office, “ but sometimes people just don't think like you.”

Patton nodded then tried to walk into the office, “thanks, I guess.”

Janus rolled his eyes, turning to head back to class, only to be confronted with the imposing figure of the school vice principal.

“What's this, then?”

“Oh- sir, I can explain,” Janus offered hastily.

“You will,” the man nodded, pointing towards his office, “If you please, Mr. Shephard.”

Virgil fiddled with his sleeves, “It was completely an accident. We were just helping Patton.”

“He fell down the stairs after slipping on a spilled water bottle,” Janus protested, already tired of walking, “I think he hit his head so we didn't want to leave him alone before he could get over here.”

“I see,” the man eyed the two, “is that so?”

“Yes. That's what happened.” Janus nodded emphatically. He watched the disciplinarian's face to see if he bought the story.

“Get to your class,” the vice principal barked, and the two wasted no time disappearing down the hallway.

___ ___ ___

Patton stirred and sat gingerly up in bed. A needle of pain shot through his shoulder at the weight pressed on it. 

“Oh- f-”

“Patton!” His mother stood at the door to his room with a sour look on her face.

“I was going to say ‘fudge’,” Patton gritted his teeth.

“Honestly, when did I raise such a delinquent?” She shook her head and barged her way in, “bullying other students and now swearing? Certainly nothing I taught you.”

“Mom!”

“I won't hear it. Luckily, some of your classmates collected your homework assignments for you. Behave yourself with them,” she scolded.

“I'm not a bully,” Patton muttered, gazing up at the ceiling as though the stucco could offer him the strength to endure her accusations.

“For the record, no one said you were but her. I don’t know why she thinks that,” Patton looked back to the door sharply, finding his mother replaced with Virgil standing slouched against the frame, a book bag slung over one shoulder. “Hey- I hope it's okay I- let's not worry about how I knew your address. How… are.. you?”

“I've been better. The doctor poked and prodded me a lot yesterday.” 

“Yikes…”

Patton nods, “I’ll be back in school by Monday. Unless I go completely loopy in the head. But I think the sprain in my shoulder is worse. Is Janus okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. He was tired from all the running around but like.. I don’t think he’s mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Virgil glanced back to the door before leaning closer to ask, “is she always like that?”

Patton nodded, “yeah… that’s my mom for you.”

Virgil swung his bag onto the bed, “alright, well, I’ve got your homework for the classes you missed.. And I thought you might like some music to pass the time? It’s the kind I listen to when I get really upset,” Virgil explained with a pointed look as he pulled a disk in a clear cover out of the bag with the school books, “just.. Let me know what you think if you do. I’m really sorry about what happened.”

“It’s not your fault, Virge-” Patton shook his head and then winced, “thank you, though.”

“No worries. I- uh.. Look forward to seeing you..? Yeah. Get better soon.”

Patton watched as Virgil exited his bedroom, confused why he of any of the kids at school brought him make up work. He examined the CD, turning it to read the sharpie writing, a list of songs with artists listed in incomprehensible initials. He turned the case over, noticing a small piece of paper tucked under the CD inside the case. Intrigued, he pried the case open and popped the CD out, laying it on the blanket. He retrieved the small folded paper from his lap, carefully picking it apart. 

I didn’t push you down the stairs. I also did not try to help you after you tripped. If you tell anyone I did, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it. -J

Patton frowned, confused by the note. He tossed it aside and pulled out his portable CD player to listen to the mixtape without his mom listening in. He laid back, letting the beats and melodies wash over him. As he listened, an idea started to form, one of which he was barely conscious.

___ ___ ___

“Are you insane?” Roman stared far more openly than other students in the hall. Patton shrugged and pushed past his friend to his locker.

“I’m just trying something new,” Patton replied, hanging his backpack up and picking out books for the first class. He tried very hard to not express frustration when the bookbag caught on the spikes sticking out of one of his many new bracelets. 

“You look ridiculous. You hate black! What is going on?” 

“I can wear whatever I want, Ro. You sound like my mother right now.” 

That shut Roman’s protests up quickly. Patton hummed to himself, reaching into the bag to pull out a brand new makeup pallet made of browns and blacks, picking the darkest shade to dab onto his eyelids.

“How hard did you hit your head?” Roman asked, staring in even more shock and disbelief. 

“My head is fine, Roman. I told you I’m trying something new,” Patton explained.

“Oh Hey! When did you get hot, Pat-Pat?” Remus yelled, dragging Virgil behind him from down the hall.

“Woah- Patton, are you okay?” Virgil asked as they reached him and Roman at the lockers. 

“Looks like Jannie knocked some sense into him. Hot damn!” Remus leered, earning a smack on the shoulder from Virgil and Roman. 

“Guys, I am fine. I promise. I wanted to see how my mom would take it,” Patton offers, not so subtly searching the halls.

“Right. Suuuuuuure,” Remus giggled, “just remember that Virgie is mine,” he snaps playfully, “I don’t share and I certainly don’t do threesomes.” Remus winked, sending a shiver of disgust running down Patton’s spine. “Congrats, baby emo.”

“If you need to talk or something,” Virgil managed to offer before getting swept away by Remus.

Roman sighed, “Seriously, do you want to talk?”

“I’ll be fine, Ro. I’m still me. I just... I don’t know. It felt right this morning,” Patton offers as explanation.

“Well, you know where to find me. And if this is some ploy to get Janus to like you- it won’t work-” 

“I don’t care if he likes me,” Patton protests, “this isn’t about him.”

“It’s not?” Janus asked in a smooth voice, standing behind Patton as if he appeared there from thin air.

“Janus!” Patton whipped around, “how- when did you- um, hi.” he stammered.

Roman laughed and clapped Patton on the shoulder, “good luck, Romeo. See you at lunch.” He walked away still laughing as Patton blushed and tried to shake the teasing off.

Janus watched curiously. He certainly would never have predicted that Patton would show up in an all black pretend-emo costume. Amazing really how people could still surprise him. 

“I promise that Roman doesn’t know what he’s talking about-” Patton tried to recover his composure.

“He never does. Poor Remus got all the interesting and useful brains,” Janus sighed, examining his gloved hand nonchalantly. “Even if this were some ploy for my attention, I wouldn’t be interested just because you changed clothes and painted your nails.”

“That implies you would be interested in different circumstances,” Patton pointed out.

“Would I? I never said that. You understood my message, right?” Janus asked, changing topics quickly.

Patton nodded, “I- yes, I understood. You didn’t have to threaten me. Everyone thinks I broke my head and wouldn’t believe me saying either thing.” 

“Correct. No use spreading rumors,” Janus smirked.

“Janus?” 

“What?” 

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” Patton asked quietly.

Janus took a moment to think over the question, “Why are you asking me?”

“Because I think you’re probably the person I’ve hurt the most.”

Janus laughed, “Oh please. Like you could hurt me. Since when do you care about my opinions?”

“I don’t know- I’m really trying something new here, Janus.” Patton worried his lip between his teeth. 

“I see. I notice,” Janus nodded and turned to head towards class.

“Janus? Do I… seem like I have a crush on you?”

Janus stopped in his tracks, turning back slowly, “Do you have one?”

Patton shrugged his one good shoulder, “Roman says I must have one. I’m not sure. How do I figure it out?”

Janus studied the black clad teen he would have sworn had it out for him just two days ago. Who was he to answer this kind of question? And why wouldn’t he just ask Roman, the prince of failed relationships?

“I don’t know. Go on a date with me?” Janus was just as surprised at the words leaving his lips as Patton looked hearing them.

“Wait- really?”

“Yes. We can go out tonight. No need to make it formal. Just black, not black tie.” Janus nodded. It surprised him just how calm and collected he felt, proposing a romantic time together. 

Patton hummed, “um.. I assume Virgil… gave you my address,” he replied diplomatically, “would you be able to pick me up.”

“Yes. 9 o’clock?”

Patton nodded, “yeah, that works. I’ll see you then?”

Janus smiled just a bit mischievously, “yes, you will. Good luck in school today. Everyone is going to notice.”

“Notice what?” Patton asked.

“This.” Janus smirked and leaned forward, planting a lipstick stained kiss on Patton’s cheek, turning to leave just as the first bell rang out. 

Patton stood frozen like a deer, slowing reaching up to touch his cheek, “oh, shit-”

___ ___ ___

“Uh, Jannie?”

“Yes, Remus?”

“Where the fuck are we going?” Remus asked, hanging on the back of Janus’ seat.

Janus inhaled slowly, “We’re picking up my date for tonight.”

“Since when do you date?” Virgil asked, lounging in the back seat and scrolling on his phone.

“Since this morning,” Janus answered, “You two just made it look so fun I had to give it a try.”

“Ooooooooh,” Remus absolutely beamed, “so who’s the lucky virgin?”

“Come on, Re. Don’t assume,” Virgil chided, trying to pull his boyfriend back to the back seat. “Wait- I recognize this street-”

“Just shut up,” Janus growled, “You’re the ones who wanted me to date. He’s harmless and might even like me.”

“So you’re trying to go out with the guy who made our lives hell for over a year?” Virgil asked.

“I’m not being some sort of saint, I’m just curious about what Patton’s going through.”

“I’ll cancel the wedding bells,” Remus cackled as they pulled up to the door. The headlights swept over the porch, revealing Patton sitting outside in the dark. He popped up, rushing over to the passenger side of the car.

“Hey Janus- and… Virgil and Remus? What?” Patton squinted at the couple in the back seat, “is this.. A double date?”

“Somewhat. Get in,” Janus commanded, ignoring the snickering from the back seat. 

Patton climbed in and sat down, confused but not about to back out now. Not when Roman would roast him for failing to go on the first date he’s ever been asked out on. Janus pulled out of the driveway and continued on in relative quiet.

“So… where are we going?” Patton asked, a little too bright for his dark exterior. 

“You’ll see,” Janus replied cryptically.

Patton nodded and fell silent, watching the road slip by as they drove along.

“Woof. The chemistry is just bubbling,” Remus snarked after a few minutes of quiet, sitting back to cuddle into Virgil.

Virgil laughed softly, “give them time. I’m sure it’s just first date awkwardness.” He wrapped his arms around Remus and held him close.

Janus turned down a residential street and flicked off the headlights, “Well, Patton, since you’re exploring new countercultures, I figured it would be a good idea to bring you along to a protest.”

“A protest? At night?” Patton asked, fear glinting in his eyes, “what kind of protest?”

“One against ableism in the education system,” Virgil grinned, grabbing cartons of eggs from the floor of the back seat.

“Yeah! We’re gonna show that bitch what it feels like!” Remus crowed, opening the door before Janus could put the car in park and banging impatiently on the trunk. Virgil piled out as well as Janus parked and grabbed the latch to open the trunk for them. 

“This… is illegal, isn’t it?” Patton worried, glancing around the street to see if they had been spotted yet.

“Very.” Janus nodded, “but, lucky us that the Virus have the dirty work covered. We’re just lookouts tonight. Mrs. Hansen has been violating my disability accommodations. That makes my life harder when I end up missing the beginning of class because of the crowds in the hallway. So we’re making her morning a bit harder.”

“Oh.. that’s why you three were in the hallway during class time the other day?” Patton asked, voice softening at the realization.

“Yes. Sometimes we wait until after the bell anyway but she still shouldn’t be holding me back like that,” Janus explained.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize that,” Patton offered quietly, wincing as Remus started chucking raw eggs at the car in the driveway.

“Relax, Patton. They’re just letting off steam. I swear they would have burned the school down by now if I didn’t try to aim them at productive activities,” Janus chuckled, glancing down the road for any observers.

“Right. So… this is a date… why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Patton turned in his seat to face Janus. 

Janus slowly turned his head, “what do you want to know?”

“Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before,” Patton laughed nervously, “maybe… when did you know that you’re gay?”

Janus snorted at that, “I still don’t know. You’re the first boy I’ve tried to date. You’d think hanging out around the twins would make that sort of question easy, right?”

“Right! Like, I’ve known Roman really well for years and he sure seems to know… some of what he wants. But I just don’t know how he understands what a crush is versus wanting to be friends.”

“Those two make it seem like you meet someone and suddenly they’re the only thought in your head ever,” Janus nodded to the couple who were busy laying out toilet paper strips in the shape of a penis on the hood of the car, “I’ve never understood it.” 

“Do you.. Feel that way about me?” Patton asks, “since you’re the one who asked me out.”

“Frankly, I find your change of aesthetic rather intriguing. And you seem willing to challenge some of your bullshit ideas right now, so why not?” Janus shrugs, “maybe I just want attention and don’t give a fuck about who you are. You can never know.”

Patton looked down towards his hands, folded neatly in his lap, “I think I’ve been jealous of you all.”

“How so? You seemed adamant about reporting us to the school like a narc for the past year,” Janus challenged.

“Because things like egging teacher’s houses and smoking in the hallways can cause problems for people! But, I do like how you all express yourselves.”

“Really?”

“Right. You just… get to be weird and stand out in classes. You get away with a disturbing amount of rule breaking. It seems really freeing,” Patton sighed softly, “Maybe I’m thinking about it wrong. I’ve just always felt terrified of disappointing people, and in just one day I’ve been able to disappoint almost everyone.”

“So, you’re just dressing emo to make people upset, not to express yourself?”

“I mean- maybe partially?” Patton shrugged, “I never knew you all were this criminal-”

“Patton-”

“And… I think it’s maybe hot that you all stand up for yourselves despite what people think of you?” Patton says shyly, more of a question than an opinion.

“I didn’t bring you along to impress you with like that-”

“No?”

���I thought giving Virgil and Remus a target would give us some time alone,” Janus explains.

“Time  alone to do what?” Panton leaned a bit closer.

“What we’re doing now, talking.”

“That’s all you wanted to do with me?” Patton asked, head tilted a bit.

“Did you want to kiss me?” 

“Patton-”

Patton leaned in even closer until the backdoor slammed open, sending him scrambling back to his seat, blushing bright red.

“Drive- Neighbor might be calling the cops.” Remus replied, out of breath.

Virgil nodded and Janus jumped into action to get away from the crime scene. 

“Looked like a productive date,” Remus teased as Janus slowed back down to avoid suspicion.

“Wow what a rush!” Patton exclaimed. 

“Adrenaline wasn’t the point,” Janus reminded him, “Are you two ready to head home?”

“Yeah, Remus’ please,” Virgil nods.

Remus spent the car ride back to his place giving the lookouts a play by play of the night, with Virgil interjecting with certain facts and figures.. Janus soon dropped the pair off and the silence settled between him and Patton. 

“I just… you guys get away with bad behavior all the time. I wish I could do that the same as you,” Patton spoke up eventually.

Janus sighed and pulled the car over again, this time near a park, “Do you even care about why we do that stupid shit?”

“Well, tonight was about getting back at Mrs. Hansen, right? For treating you badly,” Patton recalled.

“And skipping class is because it’s too overwhelming to sit still learning useless crap with a bunch of jerks who know nothing about what it’s like to try and navigate when your feet don’t just take you to where you need to go. They don’t care that it hurts to walk and it’s just safer to take my time with friends by my side to catch me.”

“I-”

“You just see me as some bad boy to upset people with. You don’t care how I feel about it, do you?” Janus challenged.

“That’s not true-” Patton tried to protest. 

“I’m not some average petty sinner to disappoint your family with at the holidays. I actually have feeling and wants and needs and I just- I-”

Patton reached over to take one of Janus’ hands, “It’s okay. I-I didn’t want to use you, Janus. Not in the long run. Sure, I wanted to experiment and see if Roman’s right about crushes, but I don’t want to trap you in a relationship you won’t enjoy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Janus looked away, trying to pull his hand free.

“Just remember that you asked me out tonight. So, I thought that kisses were something you’re supposed to do on dates. Can we try again without interruptions this time? See if… well, if we’ll like that sort of thing?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, yes I am. You are not a manic pixie dream boy or the dangerous rebel to scare my mom with. You’re Janus. And I don’t know you very well because I’ve never tried to get to know you. But we’re on a date. It’s past curfew. I think you at least deserve a chance at something properly romantic, since defacing property was just the distraction to keep Remus and Virgil busy. It’s too late to get food anywhere. So maybe we can try a kiss and start over again in the morning?”

Janus blinked, trying to process all of that at once. “Um… no.”

“No?” Patton sat back immediately, “did I do something wrong?”

“Not necessarily, I just… you asking makes it very clear to me that I don’t want to kiss you, Patton.” Janus tried to explain.

Patton nodded, “okay. I- actually, thank you? I- I was so scared…”

Janus chuckled softly, “I don’t think we’re crushing on each other. I’m not sure why not. But I’m glad you agree.” 

Patton nodded emphatically this time, “I very much don’t want to be the awkward one. I think… it would feel wrong or empty to try. And that’s not your fault-”

“I get it. I agree. We tried. Dating just… isn’t in our cards,” Janus laughed a bit more at that, “let me take you home?”

“Yes please. Maybe at school… we can just say hi?”

“That would be much more pleasant.”

Patton sighed softly and leaned back in the passenger seat, “I won’t tell about the eggs and toilet paper, by the way. Maybe I should ask Mrs. Hansen why she’s not letting you leave for class on time?”

Janus smiled, “That could be helpful. Maybe she just needs to see one of the responsible students concerned on our behalf.”

“Would have been a lot less illegal if you just asked me to do that in the first place,” Patton giggled, “It makes more sense than vandalism.”

“But throwing trash at her house is fun,” Janus grins, starting the car again.

“It may be fun. But there are much better outlets for the anger, I would think.” Patton grinned.

“Maybe you’ll be a good acquaintance after all,” Janus mused, pulling back out onto the road to take his definitely-not-a-date back home.

#sandersidesgiftexchange 2023 #sanders sides #moceit #dukexiety #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #secret santa gift exchange #mild injury #mild inuendo #swearing #criminal activity #acespec characters

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Au where Virgil comes from an Addams Family type type household and his parents hear he's dating one of the Kingsleigh kids (Just a placeholder last name for Roman and Remus) and they're worried like "oh but the one is so bright and cheery.." then Virgil brings super punk Remus home and they're like "Vi, sweetie... he's perfect"

Oml P L E A S E I N E E D this so fucking bad!!! Just the moment Vee even utters the surname Kingsleigh his parents are like "Virgil Honey you sure that's the right name? I mean he's rich and loud and probably eats Caviar for breakfast and that really isn't your type" while Vee doesn't even know what the hell they're talking about and brings Ree home and the best part is the chaotic man immediately gets along with Vee's parents

#i was literally thinking about the fact that there's hardly any aus where vee has alt parents the other day #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #👑 anon #not a countdown

[roseianxiety]

Always You

Summary:

As a young boy, Virgil often swooped in to save his geeky and timid childhood best friend, Roman, from his bullies. After years have passed without seeing each other, his friend has come home from abroad and now a completely different person than before, and ready to sweep Virgil off his feet. Virgil, of course, falls head over heels for the other.

AO3 - Part 1, Part 2

Content Warning: Swearing, Food mention, Medication mention, slight innuendo

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Chapter Two

"So your old friend now turned hottie just came back from Italy is the reason why you skipped work yesterday? I didn't expect that from you, Virgil, but get it I guess."Remy, Virgil's co-worker, stated with a smirk.

Virgil groaned as he face palmed in embarrassment, "Fucking hell, Remy. Don't say it like that!".

They were chilling behind the counter, waiting for a customer to arrive and order something or whatever. The cafe was relatively quiet, but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Plus, that's not even the reason. I wanted to help mom with housework."Virgil sighs as he leans against the counter, resting his chin on his wrist.

"Speaking of which, how's your mom doing by the way?"Remy questions curiously. Virgil shrugs, "She's been doing well recently, though sometimes she gets really ill so I have to be there with her all the time.". He explains.

"Oof.. That sucks, babes, but I'm sure she appreciates having you there for her anyways."Remy assures him with a sympathetic grin.

Virgil chuckles weakly in response, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she does.". He pauses before adding, "Anyway, I have to call mom to check on her.". Virgil says before heading to the break room as he pulls out his phone.

•=•

He dialed his mother's number once he reached the breakroom and waited a moment until she picked up. When she answered, Virgil greeted, "Hey mom! How are you feeling?".

"Hello, dear. I'm doing alright, a little bit tired though but nothing unusual. How about you?"His mother answers cheerfully before saying, "Well, I actually had to ask you something...".

"I'm doing alright, not much work going on here. And yeah, what is it? Do you need anything for me to buy?"Virgil queries. His mother hummed before answering, "Well, actually yes, can you buy me my medications once you get home? The ones here are almost finished.".

"Yeah, no problem! Anything else you want?"Virgil replies as he fiddles with the ribbon of his apron.

"Actually, could you also do some grocery shopping? I can't do it since my knees are hurting terribly. I hope I'm not bothering you a lot, sweetie.".

Virgil smiles softly, "Not at all, I wouldn't mind taking care of that stuff myself.". His mother let out a relieved sigh, "Thank you, dear. You're heaven sent. I'll send you the list of the things you have to buy.".

Virgil hummed in confirmation, "Sure thing, mom. Anyway, I have to go back to work now, take care and rest well. Love you, mom.".

"Love you too, dear. Bye!".His mother responded.

Virgil hung up and walked out of the break room. As soon as he got out, he heard Remy chatting with someone, probably a customer, about something.

"–You look good. Do you work out?~"Remy purred. Gosh, is he flirting with a customer again??

"Yes, I do it quite often."

Virgil stiffened slightly when he realized who that voice belonged to. When he finally arrived at the counter, his guess was right. It was Roman.

Roman noticed him walking towards them, and flashed a friendly smile, "Hi there, Virgil. What are you doing here?"He greeted. Virgil gave him a shy wave and mumbled, "Hey, Roman. Uhm, I work here.".

Roman's eyes lit up and grinned brightly, "Really? That's awesome!"He exclaimed. Virgil smiled back shyly at him, his cheeks turning slightly rosy. Roman seemed oblivious to this however as he continued speaking, "Am I bothering you?–".

Virgil shook his head and quickly interrupted him. "Nonono, you're fine. Really, the café is not busy as you can see.". Virgil said, gesturing and the empty place.

"Anyway, what did you order—"

"I already got his order. I'll leave you two while I go make his order."Remy interrupts as he turns on his heel and walks away but not before winking at Virgil playfully.

Virgil blushed heavily and cleared his throat awkwardly before looking back at Roman. "So, uh, what's up?"He said, trying hard not to seem too awkward around the other man.

"I went to find some college to transfer in and I got accepted in that college nearby. Grazie a Dio."Roman explained with a bright grin.

"That's so cool, what's your course by the way?"Virgil asked as he leaned closer towards Roman.

"Film."Roman replied, showing off a confident grin.

"As expected from you,"Virgil said, smiling widely. Roman smiles and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. After a few moments of comfortable silence between the two of them, Remy was finally done making Roman's coffee.

"Here's your raspberry frappuccino and strawberry cake pop, Roman."Remy announces as he sets them down on the counter top in front of Roman. "Oh, thank you. How much is all of these?"Roman inquired.

"8 dollars and 45 cents."Remy responds nonchalantly.

Roman nodded and pulled out his wallet and took out ten dollars before handing it to Remy. "Keep the change."He says with a smile.

Remy simply stared at him in disbelief but took the money regardless, putting it in the cash register.

"Anyway, I have to go now. See ya later, Virge. And goodbye to you, Remy, it was nice chatting with you too."Roman says before grabbing his drink and cake pop as he heads to the door.

Remy chirps waving at him, "Byee, Roman.".

"Yeah, goodbye, Princey."Virgil calls out which causes Roman to halt momentarily before turning around to face Virgil. Roman smiles lopsidedly at him, "It's been a while since you called me that.". He finally exited the café but not after waving at the two men.

Virgil simply waved back in reply and a small smile planted on his lips.

"You look so smitten it's adorable."

Virgil snapped his head to glare softly at Remy who only smirked at him. "Shut up, Remy." Virgil grumbles softly.

Remy pouted jokingly before chuckling. "Babes, why didn't you tell me your childhood friend was HOT hot? He is eye candy and that herculean body of his is fire! Would smash."Remy gushes about Roman.

Virgil cringes at Remy's comment causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance. "Oh my gosh, Remy. You're disgusting.".

Remy grins and wiggles his eyebrows at Virgil teasingly, "What? Are you jealous I might steal him from you?~". He teased and winked at him again.

Virgil rolled his eyes yet still a light red blush dusted his cheeks as he quickly retorted defensively. "What!? No! You can have him for yourself or whatever."He huffed.

"Aw come on, Viiiiiirgieeee~! We all know that's a lie~".

Virgil sighs deeply and mutters under his breath, "I swear to God, if you don't shut up, I will shove your face into the nearest trash can.".

Remy merely snickers and sticks his tongue out at Virgil, causing the latter to huff and cross his arms stubbornly. "Anyway, you deal with the customers while I clean up the place."The sunglasses-wearing employee says, patting Virgil on the shoulder before walking away from him to clean the tables.

Virgil just lets out another defeated groan, not wanting to deal with the customers but he knew that he'd have to. He was always the one dealing with them anyways.

•=•

Virgil grunted as he struggled carrying two bags of groceries as they were filled up almost completely to the brim. He cursed himself internally as he waddled his way to his house, trying to stop the bags from slipping out of hands.

"Do you need help with that?"A voice behind him called out, startling him. Virgil looked behind him to meet brown eyes staring intently into his own.

"No thank you, I can handle this just fine."He murmured softly and turned back around, hoping the Roman would leave him alone but he didn't.

"Are you sure? They look really heavy."Roman said, stepping a little bit closer and eyeing the bags carefully. Virgil sighed.

"Look, I'm pretty sure I can carry these all alone."he muttered and moved away from him a little bit.

Roman pouted as he stood there looking conflicted, clearly thinking of whether he should continue talking to him or just leave him alone.

Virgil's eye twitched as Roman pouts, unable to resist anymore. He gives up after a moment of hesitation and looks at the Roman. "Ughh, fine. Just carry this one bag for me."Virgil says exasperatedly while holding out one of the grocery bags to Roman.

Roman gratefully accepts it, smiling happily at the smaller male. Virgil blushes lightly and averts his gaze away from Roman.

They walked to Virgil's house in comfortable silence. Neither of them spoke nor attempted to. When they reached Virgil's doorstep, the older man decided to break the silence.

"I'll take it from here Roman. Uhm, thanks by the way."Virgil said as he unlocked the door and opened it. Roman nods and carefully places the grocery bag down.

"You can go home now... Good night, Princey."Virgil finishes as he opens the door, glancing at Roman.

"Yeah, good night too, Virgil."Roman replies, smiling warmly at him. Virgil nods at him one last time before carrying the grocery bags inside, while does that, he hears Roman mutter something softly to him, but he couldn't hear it clearly enough for him to understand.

And as soon as he came back to close the door, Roman was already gone before he could question what the other muttered.

•=•

Roman entered his room, it was the same room he used to share with his brother back then, it was still filled with some of their old stuff. He still wasn't done unpacking his boxes and cleaning the house. The only part he was done cleaning was the kitchen, bathroom and the living room where he was currently sleeping on the last few days.

He starts going through the old boxes he found in the attic, he guesses it was his old toys and books that they left here. And it indeed was. Well, there were some framed pictures and photo albums there too. Now he's questioning why it's been left here or were they forgotten.

Roman flips through the photo album curiously, flipping past old pictures of him and his brother when they were kids, some were family photos and photos of their parents.

It's been a while since he saw these, he felt a pang of melancholy or nostalgia just hit him like a truck. He was happy to see these, happier than ever actually. But he still felt sadness wash over him. It brought back memories of simpler times. Memories of days long past he thought about every single day since then. Oh how he wished to go back in time.

Roman stops flipping the pages when he comes across a certain photograph. He took it out from the plastic sleeve to observe it closer.

It was a picture of a smaller and chubbier boy next to a slightly taller boy, both of them grinning to their ears as they stood side by side. They were in their swimming trunks, seeming as if they just got out of the water, looking happy as ever.

A smile crept onto Roman's face at the memory. It was the summer of 2010, the last time where young Roman and Virgil got to hangout together. The time where everything began to change for the both of them.

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[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what Chapter 11

Masterpost of chapters

Authors note: Hello. I've been stuck in a horrible writer's block for over a month now and though I had more planned for this chapter I realized I wouldn't finish this any time soon if i kept forcing myself through. If the ending is abrupt for this chapter that's why. I am posting this without proof reading it. I hope by next chapter I'll be back to normal

In his dreams Remus could speak again. He could screach, sing and slobber. In his dreams he saw his brother again but Roman never spoke to him no matter how much he yelled for her. In his dreams The Manager was always right at the edge of his view.

He woke up through a flinch as he felt hands against his shoulder. Even though he quite quickly realized it was Janus his heart still continued to race. Janus lowered his hands and let his arms fall around Remus' chest while pressing his cheek lightly against the demon's. He stood leaned over the back of the chair Remus had been sleeping on and when he spoke he was so close the demon could feel his words reverberating into his skin.

"Such a wise decision to wait out my entire shift in the library. You totally couldn't have gone and done something actually productive.

Remus rubbed his eyes "Naah. I had to bite some Zs in the butt anyway"

"Aww darling, your eyebags are indeed looking deep enough to fit a pop up store" He ran his finger right under the demon's eye "Ready to do whatever I want you to do?"

"Ay ay captain sir!" Remus grinned up at him "And then you not be mad at me anymore??"

"You're in unending servitude now but sure yes"

"Yaay!"

The two of them went on a quite lenghty walk from the college campus to the outer limits of the city. During the walk Janus read up prompts from his murder mystery app and the two of them tried to solve them even though Remus kept getting distracted by coming up with better ways to dispose of the bodies and weapons instead.

"We've arrived" Janus said as they stopped outside an alternative clothing store.

Remus looked at him with huge puppy eyes "YOU'RE PUTTING ME UP FOR ADOPTATION??! TO BECOME A VIRGIL!?" He put his thumbs under his eyes to mimick the emo's eyeshadow.

"Maybe. Be a sweetie and wait outside will you"

Remus sat down on the sidewalk and threw rocks at cars passing by while waiting. He leant his head back and took in the vast view of the sky that was slowly changing to dark navy before taking in a deep breathe. It was a good thing Janus was an orphan, it meant less people would be saddened once he was killed.

The manager would probably send him to heaven even if he managed to kill Janus, Remus thought, but at least killing him would mean Roman got his voice back.

The door plinging as it opened pulled him back to the present and he waved to Janus who was carrying a tiny plastic bag. The human motioned with his finger for the Demon to stand up and Remus complied. He did a half hearted attempt at peeking inside the bag just to annoy Jan. In response he got a soft smack on the nose.

"Don't make a sex joke" Was all Janus said before pulling a thick limegreen choker out from the bag. It looked more similar to a dog collar than anything found in a hot topic.

"Knock Knock. Who's there. Penis" Remus blurted out.

"....What was that?"

"You said don't make sex joke so I had to! Is that for me?!"

"No it's for Bill Clinton. Obviously it's for you"

"Who's Bill Klinkong?"

Janus pressed his finger against Remus' lip and shushed him before moving his hand to the back of his neck to make him lean forward slightly. The demon closed his eyes but smiled so all of his sharp teeth stuck out as Janus moved the choker around his neck and fumbled to close the clasp.

"I think-" "Ouch J-anus" Both of them sputtered out as a a piece of Remus' hair got stuck in the clasp. Janus tried to lean up on the tips of the toes to get a better look but he moved at the same time as the demon making their foreheads bonk into each other and made Janus sneeze from getting a noseful of the other man's mustache.

Without thinking Remus reached out his tail and wrapped it around Janus' waist to stop him from stumbling back while laughing. He quickly realized his mistake and moved his arms around his waist instead.

"I think it's on" He rattled his neck around to see if the choker would fall off.

"Curses. I meant to do that in an incredible suave and cool way" Janus dragged his finger along the choker "Again it's not a sex thing, it's a safety check. I'm making you wear something embarsingly noteciable every time you're with me and therefore if you're here to fuck with me you will be too embarased to do so" He added an evil laugh afterwatds while twidling his fingers like a villain.

"Can I get a bell added?"

"No.....Maybe...I might have bought a matching leash"

"REALLY?!?" Remus jumped forward to try and reach into the bag Janus was holding but Janus held it just outside his grasp.

"No peaking! It's Schrodingers leash! Is it real? Is it not? Mayhaps you will find out one day!"

Remus pouted before making his legs go jelly so Janus had to hold him up "Booorrriing. Mean Boring J-Anus!"

--

As promised Remus showed up at Janus' dorm an hour before the local production of Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf was going to start. Just like in the movies he'd found a chocolate box in a garbage can and had put a little bow on it to make it all pretty for Janus. His feet were tapping into the ground and his tail wagging back and forth as he knocned on the dorm door. To his displeasure Virgil was the one who opened.

He wasn't wearing any eyeliner today and instead of a baggy hoodie he had a baggy uniform on. He blared up and down Remus before grabbing the chocolate box.

"I'll be taking this" Virgil glanced back into the room to say "He's here! Call if you need me" He walked past the demon and intentionally knocked his shoulder against his "You were so close to disapearing out of our life. I think you should have stayed out"

Remus gnarled at him as he walked away to which Virgil spun around mid walk just to hiss back at him. The demon flipped him the double bird before slapping his cheeks to get back into seducing mode. The door had been left half open so he stepped in to see Janus dragging himself up to a sitting position in bed. He was still wearing his pyjamas.

"Hi darling" He did the gayest handwave imagnable.

"Ah HAH! I get it!!" Remus pointed at him "The play was a trap to ensnare me into your dorm and now you're gonna kidnap and sell my organs on the black market! JOKEs on YOU! BITCH! My organs are already so filled with dirt and bacteria no ones gonna want me!! I WIN!"

"You caught me. I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you and your concerning organs"

Remus twirled a bit of his hair between his fingers "...Can you do the laugh too?"

Janus rolled his eyes before doing his evil laugh which turned into a genuine laugh when Remus tried to mimick it to horrible effect.

The demon jumped onto the end of the bed and bounced up and down so even janus who had slumped back to laying on his back bounced along "You ready? For the Theathrreee??? The drama! MURDER! intrugie"

"Do I look ready?"

"....you are more dressed than me"

"Everyones more dressed than you"

The human put his hand against his forehead and did a dramatic sigh "My spine has been killing me yesterday and today. I tried to get ready but alas...I am graciously in pain and unfit for the theatre" His voice lowered as he added "I really was looking forward to watching it with you"

"Like is your spine trying to burst out?? I saw that in movie yesterday but with stomach"

Janus let up into a laugh before holding out his hand and moving his finger to tell the other man to get closer. Remus dropped to his kness with his legs on either side of Jan's ankles. The human let his finger up to the choker around Remus' neck and pulled at it to make him lean even closer.

"I like seeing that on you" Janus murmured.

The demon's palms were pressed against the bedsheets right along Janus' waist to keep himself somewhat upright but the human reached out and touched his wrist. He let his arms go soft and felt the warmth of Janus' body against. He counted the layers of clothes between them.

"You're not that heavy" He assured "Even if we can't catch the show would you still like to say?"

The thought of leaving hadn't even crossed Remus' mind if anything it made him let out a breathe of relief as he nuzzled his nose against Janus' cheek. "I don't like being only with me"

"Good. Then you can give me a massage because my back is totally not killing me"

The human pushed Remus so he rolled off of his body so he could turn around to lay on his stomach. He cozied himself up against the pillow and waited for the demon to ease his back pain. Instead he felt a solid fistpunch blow right into his back muscle.

"Did you just punch my back???"

Remus shrugged "Massage?!"

"That's not how-....Wait actually my back doesn feel slightly more at ease......You might be onto something"

While massaging Remus glanced around the room but noticed a lot more boxes than last time he was there. The trashbin was overflowing with notebooks that had been crammed into it and there were marks left on Virgil's side of the room where posters used to hang.

"If we not going we can have room tour?? I wanna see what secret organs and skeletons you have hidden around! Now that the grumpy crypt keeper not here!" Remus suggested.

"No reason. Me and the crypt keeper are moving in a few weeks"

"WHAT!? WHERE!?? TO HELL????"

Janus snorted "Yes we are moving to hell. We've found an apartment right next to the busy train terminal. We are going to only have the finest of beauty sleeps"

"ANd I can see you still???"

"What is with you and Virgil and thinking I will disappear out of your lives if I move places. Obviously you'll still see me! You have a silly collar on from me and everything! Darling you two are far too similar"

Remus stopped massaging and sunk his forehead against the other man's shoulder while letting out a sigh of relief. His whole body had tensed up without him realizing it. "I'm happy" He pressed a kiss against the nape of Janus' neck "I need to see you"

"Let's not get too hasty here. You don't Need me....unless I am the physical embodiment of bath, then you really Really need me"

It wasn't like Remus could tell him he needed to keep contact him so he could murder him eventually. Instead he srunched his nose "HEY! DID you say me and bitchgrump Similar!? RUDE! RUDE! I am FUN! He is BORING! Big difference! HUGE! Huge like penis or monster fish!"

"...Hmmmmm...Let me think dear........Sorry. Seems to me that the only slight difference between you two is that Vivzie would try to keep me out of legal trouble while you would bring me into it"

"That is very sexy trait of mine"

"Yes indeed"

"Is massage sexy trait of me too? Am I good?"

"No dear you are frankly kind of horrible"

"ooooOkay then we can" Remus wanted to say find carcasses by the side of the road and perform amateur autopsises and order the guts by size and taste. Instead he gritted his teeth and suggested "We can do other sexy uhm stuff things shit and fuck?"

Janus rolled back over onto his back and hit his gloved finger against his lip as if thinking for a moment before moving the covers aside to give space for Remus.

"Perhaps we can just cuddle" Janus gauged the other man's reaction before grabbing him by the collar again and dragging him closer "Forget me putting that like a question dear, obviously since you do whatever I say you now have to cuddle"

"Oh woe bitch! Guess I gotta!"

Remus slid down under the covers but simply stayed there laying motionless on his back. He tried to go through all of the movies he'd seen and think of how the romantic humans cuddled but at this point he'd completely lost focus of romance movies and all he could think about was slasher villains jumping in through windows and murdering teen couples losing their virginity. He thought about Carrie and the bucket of pig blood and how he would drink the entire bucket if he was in that situation.

"Darling you're looking like a deer in headlights" Janus said with half a smile. He'd propped his head up against his chin so he could lay on his side and still look at Remus.

"I know how to bite you but I uhh I am not much of cuddler. Mostly sometimes laid on top of my brother or near suffocate my friend. Not cuddle"

"I believe I can fix that"

Janus inched closer to him and rested his head against the nape of Remus' neck even though he could feel the top bits of his spine jam against his cheek. He laid his arm around the demon's waist as his toes curdled up in his socks and someting between a hiss and a purr left his lips.

The demon liked the feeling of the other man's stomach all pressed up against his back and his hands against his skin but he hope they didn't go further down. Janus' fingers were casually playing with the end of Remus' tank top, letting one of his finger wander up under the fabric. He could feel the slightest of bumps as he grazed against the liver spots littered across Remus' skin.

"I'm shocked you haven't cuddled more with your job in mind" Janus mused "Personally if I would hypothetically pay for a sex worker's time spooning would be my second request....right after getting to test if I could slay in those heels"

"It's more of me getting heck out quick. If I don't leave I start Biting as I¨m saying! I love biting dick and cock and clit! Is true! Tear and maim and bite!"

"Are you trying to make me buy a matching muzzle too" He teased which made Remus let out a high pitched giggle. "By the way, and this is only because I am a curious bitch and you don't have to answer, but do you still work?"

Remus thought back to the human at the club "Yeah" His stomach grumbled "...But not much as before. My brother too"

Janus burst out into a laugh. His hands shaked up and down Remus' tummy as the laughter reverberated through his body. He could feel the hot burst of air from his breathe against the end of his neck.

"Excuse me. Excuse me" Janus continued between chuckles "I am truthfully not laughing at you. I am just imagining a mob fmaily but instead of all being in the mafia all of them are sex workers" He burst out into another laugh attack. Remus loved how loud and dramatic his laugh always was "Instead of sleeping with the fishes they¨re sleeping with the-"

"With the cocks. Just a sea of cut off blood cocks penis"

"That's not even funny darling! wHy am I still laughing" Janus got out between giggles.

Remus turned his head slightly so he could get a look of the human's face, eyes half closed, mouth wide and cheeks rosey red.

"You know my name actually stands for Really Enourmous Massive Ultimate Schlong!"

"Shut your stupid mouth"

Remus laughed as Janus blindly moved his hand up to the demon's mouth to try and shush him but he ended up his pressing his fingers along his cheek and smoshing his nose instead.

They stayed spooning for a long time and eventually Janus asked what films Remus liked since he tended to mention them so much. He was surprised when he started to explain the gore special effects he'd seen recently and the english words came easy to him. It was the first topic he'd learnt about in english first instead of in his native tongue.

He turned to lay on his back so he could look at Janus while talking but stayed close enough so his skin still touched against the human's pjama shirt. As he explained the behind the scenes footage he'd seen of alien vore, lighting tricks to make blood look good and how when an actor was to adorn a full body flesh suit they had to cut a hole in it so the actor could pee Janus kept trailing his finger up and down Remus' chest.

Sometimes he tapped his fingers against his chest until Remus eventually mimicked the tapping and tapped his finger right against Janus' forehead while chuckling.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Reciting ancient spells to concentrate better on whatever nonsense you are saying darling" Janus replied while continuing to tap.

Remus snickered "Awww you wanna hear my musclebloodmucuspuke facts sooo bad"

"No. Keep going. Stupid bitch" A good example of janus' classic compliment sandwich. The opposite of an insult sandwich. "What's the time anyway. You have a real talent for talking for egreouis amounts of time"

Janus stretched out his arm and moved away from the cuddle to check the clock. Instantly the gap left between their bodies made them both feel a sudden chill of cold shiver along their skin.

"Well we have definitely missed the play but" Janus reached a little further to pull up the poster Remus' had given him containing all of the plays the local theatre was putting on "We might be able to catch the second showing"

"Aww you kept that. You didn't even take a bite out of it. You able to go without dying and exploding into gook?"

"Well luckily theathre isn't a physical activity. If we take your car there I might be able to as long as I take some painkillers first"

Remus' grin turned stale "Right. Me car... Yeah. That I got" He had crashed the last car he'd used. All of a sudden he fumbled his way out of the bed and stood up "While you take painkillers I go get car. Okay? Okay!"

The demon sprinted to the parking lot and pried open car door after car door until he found one he could hijack. He threw the trash laying on the passenger seat into the back and geared the car up to wait right outside the college dorm entrance.

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They arrived well in time for the second performance and sat close to the back so they weren't far from the exit in case Janus couldn't stomach the pain of sitting. Remus leaned over and whispered a joke about how the seats felt like car seats and jokingly asked if they were about to blast off right before the curtains opened. Lights dimmed, scene started.

A middle aged couple stumbled into a living room, the woman already halfway through a cigarette. "What a dump!" She let out as she closely mimicked the voice of Betty Davis, a reference that flew over Remus' head.

Every now and then he looked over to see Janus' reaction to which he always had a slight smirk on his lips as if he was in on a joke Remus wasn't. Though he couldn't follow the story, especially not when a younger couple joined in as well, he still got sucked in somehow. A thought kept repeating in his mind at how Real it was. If he wanted to he could stand up and walk a few feet and him too stand on the stage. He could reach out and touch the characters.

He wondered if Roman had also had these thoughts the many times he had seen plays and musicals. If this was why he loved them so much. Remus wondered if Patton had ever had these thoughts, if this was why the traitorous demon fell in love with humanity, and why he ended up swallowing the humans he loved.

An idea entered Remus mind, if maybe Janus would be happier if Remus ate his corpse after he murdered him. If they could stay together forever through the physical reality of having another inside him.

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During the intermission Janus and Remus hunkered together by a table in the corner. The demon didn't like the feeling of slight lust coming from the people staring at him from around the room so he tried to snuggle closer to the human.

Janus explained the plot to him as best as he could so that Remus didn't feel completely out of the loop. Though he added in some of his usual sarcasm he made sure to thank him for bringing himself to go to such a language centric event together with him.

The thank landed against Remus' ears like a comforting kiss. He wished he could keep Janus with him forever. Maybe he could keep a body part of his in a little locket around his neck once he went back to hell, then the parts of humanity he liked could continue with him without anyone knowing.

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In the car on the way home Remus took winding tiny roads to make the evening last longer, so he didn't have to say goodbye to Janus so soon. He listened as Janus explained the themes of the play and how the themes of lies and reality blended beautifully together with it's exploration of modernism writing and in detail went on about what the name of the play meant.

Until all of a sudden Janus' hand felt against Remus' for a moment to make sure the demon was listening "You haven't started planning what to do next month have you?"

"Next month? Uhhh Murder and experimantation in how far human body can go. Why?"

"Oh no reason. No dear, none at all. it's just about to be july. The gay month. Nothing special about it at all" Janus let up into an unusually bright smile "You don't happen to want to go to pride with me darling?"

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[korruptbrekker]

Anaroceit Week Day 3: Cuddles

[Previous] — Day 3 — [Next] — [Masterpost] — [AO3]

Rated T — Content Warnings: Foul Language

Word Count: 241

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Janus needs to get out of bed, but he really just wants to go back to sleep. And everyone knows he always gets what he wants.

Janus groaned, refusing to move and hoping that he'd relax enough to fall back asleep.

“Sweetie, it's time to wake up.” Roman coaxed from somewhere above him, his hand rubbing Janus's shoulder gently.

“Fuck off.” Virgil muttered from the other side of him, words muffled by his pillow.

Janus made a sound in agreement, determined to keep himself half asleep long enough to actually fall back asleep.

He felt Virgil near his side and semi-consciously reached out, wrapping his extra arms around one boyfriend and soaking in the heat radiating from him. The others always said Virgil was freezing, but now, here, he was perfectly warm and just the thing Janus needed to fall back asleep.

As for Roman, Janus didn't open his eyes, he didn't even turn to where Roman's voice was, he just let his spare arms spread across the other side of the bed, silently inviting him.

“Jan.” He said above him. “You know I can't, we have to get up.”

Janus must have made a face because moments later Roman sighed.

“Alright, alright. 10 minutes.”

Janus smiled, though not too much, and relished the way Roman settled behind him and wrapped a strong arm around both him and Virgil, warm breath tickling the scales along the back of his neck.

“I love you.” Roman muttered.

Janus only hummed, pulling Virgil closer and pressing more into Roman, letting the warmth of them both lull him back to sleep.

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[raggyanni]

/\[~Its not fair~]/\

FICTOBER 13

Ricky wasn't a sad kid.

Despite the fact his parents have been getting ready for his potential death, he stayed happy.

For the most part.

He HATED the fall fair. It was the same every year.

The choir got on all the rides and had fun, while he was stuck with Father fucking Marcus. Even on the rides he could get on, he was babied. He needed help, yes, but that's for getting on and off the ride. There's no need for "Ricky, are you having fun buddy?" Or "Ricky sweetie do you feel sick?"

But, due to the fact he was incapable of speech, he couldn't speak his anger.

The cyclone. He wasn't even supposed to go on. He wasn't allowed. But Ocean just had to convince that carnie that he should go on.

As sparks flew, Ricky knew this was how he would die.

He wasn't gonna die of an illness. He was going to die on a wooden, fucking rollercoaster. What a way to go out.

RICKY'S POV:

"Where are we?" Constance asked. I looked around. Where were we was right. Where were we?

It looked like something straight out of a horror movie/

"The twilight zone!" I said.

I said.

I SAID.

I JUST SPOKE?

Everyone gasped.

"Ricky sweetie you can speak?!" Ocean shrieked.

"It certainly appears that way. Badass!" I said. Its true. This was badass.

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Ocean.

How would I describe Ocean

Well. She's nice?

I don't think she understands the saying "Show, don't tell."

Now she was singing about how much she loves herself. She was badmouthing EVERYONE in the choir.

"Soccer mom, mini van, four little brats, NO steady man, do we really need another organ donor?" She sang.

Oh yeah, did I mention that she was singing about Constance? HER BEST FRIEND?

Ocean started walking towards me. Fuck. This can only go well.

"Pokemon? Spider man? This kid doesn't have an attention span? What's he gonna do? Solve a rubick's cube? How longs he got if we feed him through a tube?"

That.

Little.

Bitch.

I was ready to punch her.

Clearly, I wasn't the only one.

When she finally stopped singing, Noel stood behind her.

"What?" Ocean asked. "What?! You just told Ricky that because he's fed through a tube, he wasn't gonna make it out anyways!" Noel yelled.

"Ricky I was in the momen-"

I snapped.

"Ocean you are ALWAYS just in the moment. I do not care. You just need to make fun of everyone else so YOU can feel better about yourself. Be nice for once and fuck off." I shouted.

The warehouse was so silent, you could hear Virgil chewing on the wires.

Ocean stayed very silent for the rest of the night.

It's not fair is it? Thinking you've made friends only for them to make you feel terrible about yourself so they feel better about themselves.

THANKS FOR READING :))

(a lot of things were glossed over in this show and this bit of Oceans song was one of them. But, I love Ocean dearly tho.)

#rtc #ricky potts #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ride the cyclone #fanfic

[fakeloveaskblog]

Hi!

sometimes i forget tumblr exists and i was indeed away

i just caught up to the story and f uck it was an emotional journey i will never recover from

can os please have an infinite infestation of tiny snails just everywhere for the rest of time because i hate him more than virgil

the watchers gc is absolutely spooky, with lil cobwebs and that one halloween font with orange and black and such, but the ringtone is horrificly contrasting to the layout, like lady gaga or smth

im so proud of remus! that is always a hard realisation and acceptance process, and to tell virgil like that was stunning.

Lukas i freakin love your writing, characterisation and just your way of making me feel deep emotions. you are so cooll

janus calling virgil goofy. thats it.

fellow british??

remy should stay at rowans place, i would love to see the conversations that happen

I hope you enjoy your break/vacay!!!!! You definetely deserve it :)) hopefully i will send more asks if i remember, gotta love short term memory

-🐌🕸

(hello C: welcome baaack. I'm back from my break as well and my dad has covid so I got lots of indoor quarantine time to write. Also Thanks!! im so glad you like my writing <33 i was kinda nervous i wouldn't be able to make it like emotionally strong enough after all the buildup so its really reasuring to hear

With your vote it is now a tie. 1 for Remy staying with Janus and 1 for Remy staying with Remus & Rowan. Either another person votes or I'll have to flip a coin fhjdk

btw ive seen some askblogs have like taglists. i can make a taglist for this blog if y'all want to? for memory help nd stuff)

Oswald was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he first noticed a tiny snail crawl on his hand. It moved onto the toothbrush and stopped to turn it's small snail head towards him.

It surprised him enough to make him drop the toothbrush into the sink. He took a step back and saw an entire horde of similarly tiny snails moving around his feet.

It barely took him a second of thinking before he grabbed onto the nearest heavy object and started swinging against any snail he could see. When he thought he had smacked one into a gooey little puddle he did a small smile to himself. But when he looked again the snail was still there. It stood still and stared directly up into his eyes.

He smacked the snail again and nothing changed. It was like the object simply went through it.

Oswald looked between the object in his hand and the many many snails on his floor before deciding to simply have a cigarette break.

-

"Ozzie you wouldn't mind cutting the fish you're supposed to instead of the table?" Oswald's coworker asked "The feeding is in 5 minutes, you know this! Are you high. Please don't tell me you're high. Last time a coworker was high here he nearly cut off his hand"

"It's a bit hard to focus on cutting fish heads when there is an infestation of snails all around me Brenda" He replied.

He chopped off one of the dead fishes' head while looking at her. It was muscle memory by now. She squinted at him.

"What snails?"

"Oh ha ha. You got me. Everyone is laughing. Good joke"

"There are three buckets of dead fish on the table but no snails and you better be finished with those three buckets in 5 minutes because I have a school class out there waiting to see some sharks snack on fish"

The coworker hadn't even had time to fully leave the room when Oswald muttered out some very mean words about her quite loudly. Something like "Din jävla hora"

"I can tell management if you insult me" She said while leaving.

"You can't prove anything sweetie!" He loudly replied in a fake cheery tone "Especially if it's in another language!"

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"Just as a warning here, you're not afraid of octopi are you? Because I do have a little fella" Oswald asked.

"How the fuck should I know. Never seen one"

"I will take that as a no"

He had his hand gently intertwined with a short person as he lead them to his apartment. They were 20 years old. Give or take a few years. Looked a bit younger because of how tiny they were. They’d met only a couple hours ago.

He only let go of them to unlock the apartment door before holding it open for them. They ooohed and aaahed at the clean home. 

"And it's still free? Like you haven't changed your mind in the latest minute since I asked? I can just like stay?"

"Of course. It's no trouble at all. I have people crashing at my place constantly" He sent them a warm look "I just can't stop myself from helping when I see someone in need. I barely use the couch anyway!"

They excitedly shook his arm around "Thanks Os!!! Just the thought of having to couch crush for like a month before being able to move into my new place was really tearing at my nerves!"

They threw their arms around him. He loosely hugged them back and moved one of his hands to pet the top of their head.

"Now you only have to crash on one singular couch. Or you can take the bed. I don't min-"

"Are those also your..pets?" They suddenly asked. They pressed themself a bit closer to him.

"What are you referring to dear?"

"The uhm the snails" They looked around the room "How are there so many. What the- Where- Why would you even have this many. And you let them just roam around? Don't they- Don't they like eat cables? And clothes? And uhh bite on human fingers?"

He let up into a laugh "Snails? Don't be silly. Look sometimes large amounts of stress can just make your brain go a bit weird. Make you see things that aren't there"

"THe snail just touched me! It touched me! I can feel it!"

He tightened the hug. Just enough so they wouldn't notice. "All you need is some sleep, dinner, maybe a warm bath. You'll feel muc-"

"I- I think I just remembered a friend of mine said I could stay with him- yeah- I'll just uhm like call him-"

They pushed themself away from him and shook a few snails away from their foot before letting out a hasty goodbye as they rushed out of the apartment.

Oswald let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead as he could feel a headache start to kick in. He half assedly tried to step on one of the snails which of course didn't seem affected by it in the slightest.

"So now you decide to be visible huh" He muttered "Are you snails suddenly allergic to girls perhaps. Hopefully you're allergic to hammers as well"

#🐌🕸 #ask #thanks for the ask <3

[delimeful]

(dont) take this the wrong way (5)

warnings: injury, blood mentions, past psychological&emotional&physical abuse, ptsd, sickness

-

Virgil woke up, which was only unsurprising for the few moments it took him to 1. realize that his head was pounding and 2. remember the two very large reasons why.

His eyes flew open, and he found himself half-submerged in a shallow pool of cool water, surrounded by flat ledges of dry rock. The sound of ocean waves lapping against the cliffside echoed around the cavern, which was dimly lit by overhead cracks in the ceiling.

In one of these beams of paltry light, Logan was slumped over on his side, glasses askew. Virgil’s relief at seeing him was instantly overshadowed by terror at what could have happened to the human after Virgil had gone and gotten his skull knocked against rock.

His headache worsened, and he lifted a hand to press against the sore spot, pausing when he found more of those stiff bandage strips wrapped around his head.

The soft sloshing of water seemed to be enough to startle Logan into wakefulness, and the human brightened slightly at the sight of him. “Virgil. It’s good to see you awake. Are you feeling any pain or nausea?”

“What happened?” Virgil replied in lieu of the real answer, which was ‘everything hurts’. “Where are we, I thought we were dead for sure—!”

“Take a few deep breaths,” Logan advised, shuffling closer to the pool and offering a hand. Virgil took it gratefully. “We’re not currently in any danger. I believe we’re at the home of the seal-hybrid mer, if—“

“We’re what?!” Virgil’s voice dropped to a horrified double pitch, his grip on Logan’s hand instantly turning crushing.

“Ow,” Logan said in a pointed monotone. Virgil eased up before his claws could turn the human’s palm into bloody ribbons. “Let me finish, please. I’ve managed to work out a rudimentary method of communication, and as far as I know, we’re not currently at risk.”

“From the giant mer-eating monsters that literally kidnapped us, you mean?”

“Yes, that was the potential risk I was referring to.” Logan pulled Virgil further upright, reaching out with his free hand. “More importantly, you’ve been out for some time. Will you allow me to take a look at your injury?”

Virgil shuffled a little closer, allowing the hand to make contact with him. He had traversed currents of all temperatures, but in chilled still waters like this, Logan’s warmth was more than welcome. “I dunno how that’s more important than our inevitable, rapidly-approaching deaths, but sure, fine. Knock yourself out.”

“I will not? You are already dealing with a likely concussion, I see no reason to double that number.” Logan squinted at him like he was concerned that the head wound had taken a worse toll than he’d thought.

“No, it’s-- it’s just an expression. Don’t actually pass out, or I’ll freak out.”

“Ah,” Logan acknowledged, his hand twitching like he wanted to grab something before returning to carefully peeling the bandages away. “My apologies. Colloquialisms are not my strong suit.”

Virgil blinked back at him, because five syllable words were a little much even when he wasn’t concussed. “No worries?”

Logan continued to gently probe the back of his head. A sharp pang made him jerk away with a muted hiss, his vision blurring with pain as the sharp motion only agitated all his other cuts. He waved off Logan’s apology before it was fully formed. “S’fine. What’s the damage?”

“The bleeding has stopped, which is a good sign. It’s swelled significantly, but the cool water is hopefully helping reduce that as well. The best course of action now is for you to rest and recover in a dark, quiet place, ideally for at least two full days.”

“Yeah, but that’s not happening unless we get away first,” Virgil shot back, irritably twitching his fins down as Logan rewrapped the injury. The human let out a slow breath.

“Virgil. I believe the situation isn’t as dire as you think.” He settled back on his heels, back stiff as he spoke. “Our captors have shown no signs of aggression or hunger, even with the significant bleeding from your head wound. It’s possible--”

“It’s not possible!” Virgil cut him off, scowling fiercely. “That doesn’t mean anything. They’re playing some kind of sick game the way they always do, and if you let them trick you, you’re going to lose!”

Logan looked back at him inquisitively, still not getting it. “What evidence are you basing this off of? I was under the impression that you’ve spent only marginally more time in their company than me. Have they attempted to trick you in the past?”

“Yes, no, I mean--,” Virgil groaned, pulling at his bangs. “They don’t have to say it. That’s just how giants like them operate. We’re smaller, they can do what they want to us, we don’t get a say in it. You escape or you die.”

“Yet, we’ve been in their admittedly less-than-ideal care for over 24 hours, and they haven’t hurt us or made any indications they intend to hurt us.” Logan gestured expansively, his hand a bit wobbly. “That’s a rather long time to pretend, and for what purpose? If it was what they desired, we have been easy targets for a meal from the moment they relocated us.”

A rather long time to pretend. Virgil swallowed down a hysterical laugh, feeling dizzy. If a day of false niceties was all it took to buy his trust, he’d have never gotten away from his first encounter with a giant mer. “You’re— you’re human. You don’t know anything about this.”

Logan frowned. “I may be human, but that does not make me an idiot. Even with a language barrier, body language and expression are invaluable tools for communication, and I’ve been doing very little but observe them while you were unconscious. Virgil, if you just tried talking to them—“

“No!” he snapped, curling in even as his fins flared wide and threatening. He wouldn’t do this again, wouldn’t be subjected to the world’s most torturous game of catch and release, wouldn’t be lured back into too-tight hands by false promises and meaningless apologies. He couldn’t do that again.

Measured, rhythmic tapping on the back of his hand slowly brought him back to the present, cool air and Logan’s steady voice by his side. His throat was closed-up-too-tight, his gills too far out of the water to switch lungs— but the rhythm was counted out over and over, breathe in, hold, and out.

“There you go,” Logan said as Virgil took in another long, shuddering drag of air. “Well done.”

The air smelled like iron. He realized that somewhere in the past few minutes, he’d dug his claws into the soft sides of the human’s hand, drawing blood. He pulled away as though he’d been burned.

Logan didn’t even twitch, still searching his gaze intently. “Are you with me?”

Virgil nodded stiffly. “Yeah, I— fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, I shouldn’t have pushed you. I didn’t realize— but I should have.” A deep, resolved breath. “It’s okay. I’ll find you a way out that doesn’t involve interacting with them.” Logan’s gaze went distant and hazy with thought, and Virgil hesitantly drew closer, pulling a bandage free to wrap around his bleeding hand.

… He was really warm. Clammy, too, and he’d been sitting in a cold, wet cave for hours, hadn’t he? Had been completely drenched for even longer.

“You’re sick,” Virgil said, and Logan took a moment too long to refocus on him. How had it taken him so long to notice? “That’s why you need me to talk to them. You need to get home.”

“My illness is no more severe than your injuries,” he deflected, adjusting his glasses clumsily. “Right now, the priority is getting you away from triggering circumstances. If my suspicions are correct, I will be fine regardless.”

Right. His suspicions, based on his willingness to trust his own abductors. He’d trusted Virgil, too, back in those tunnels. He’d known that he might be abandoned and he’d freed Virgil anyways, taken his hand anyways. Gotten hurt for his trouble.

He’d get hurt worse if Virgil left him here.

“... Yeah,” Virgil said, tucking the edge of the bandage in carefully. “But you should sleep for now. We both should. You said they haven’t done anything yet, right?”

“Yes, but…,” Logan’s brow was furrowed slightly, as though he knew something was off, but wasn’t quite sure what. “I mean, you do need rest. If… If you’re sure.”

“I am,” Virgil replied, curling against the edge of the pool and pillowing his head on his arms to hide their shaking. “Get some sleep, Specs.”

—

It was early morning when Patton woke to the splash of something small dropping into the water from his air room.

The room wasn’t overly large, being designed only for occasional use when he needed some extra oxygen in his system. It was also quite a few caves up above his sleeping den, but with two delicate little guests staying over, his senses were on high alert. He disentangled from Roman, who had been clinging to him for extra warmth, waking the shark mer in the process.

“Mwha’huh?” he asked groggily, and Patton chuckled at the way one side of his hair had been pressed into a tangled bundle.

“I think they may be awake!” he reported quietly, and Roman perked right up. They had originally hovered in the room over the two of them, only leaving after the human-- busy tending to the tiny mer’s wounds-- had gotten too fed up and used charades to shoo them away, leaving them with nothing to do but sit around and think about how badly they’d messed up. As such, they were both more than eager to start fixing things.

Upon popping up into the air room, however, they found only the human, lying completely still apart from the slow rise and fall of his chest. Deep in sleep, with an empty pool at his side.

Roman and Patton exchanged a panicked look, and ducked back underwater to search through his home and see where, exactly, the injured mer had gone.

It didn’t take long to spot him. The mer had practically every fin and frill puffed out, even the ones that were still injured. The threat display as eye-catching as they got.

He was hovering in the opening of a vent crevice, one that helped circulate seawater through the caves. It was small enough that if he vanished through it, they wouldn’t be able to stop him or see where he was headed. He knew it, too, staring them down with sharp defiance rather than absolute terror.

“Don’t move,” he said, as though they hadn’t both frozen at the sight of him. “I’m going to-- to make a deal with you.”

“A deal?” Roman asked, and received a sharp, wild-eyed glare for his troubles.

“Yeah, a deal. The other one is sick,” a slight jerk of the head toward the air room, “so he won’t last long here. Probably already too far gone to even play a single game.”

Patton was torn between concern (the human was sick?) and confusion. Game?

“But I’m fine. I’ve had much worse than this.” The mer drifted back slightly, closer to the crevice. “If I leave now, you’ll never find me, and then Lo-- the human will die, and you won’t have anything to play with.”

A creeping sense of dread overcame Patton. He still didn’t know what was going on, but it was sounding more and more like something was seriously wrong here.

“So, a deal. You take the human back to where you found him, and I’ll stay-- I’ll stay here,” his voice cracked painfully, but he ignored it, staring at them with a desperate sort of intensity. “With you. I won’t try to get away or anything. I-- I swear.”

“Get away?” Roman asked, his voice going high with the same sort of horror that currently swamping Patton. The mer ducked back at the sound, gaze flitting between them, some of that terror returning.

“I will! I’ll leave, if you-- you can either have one or none, that’s the deal, I’m not kidding. I’m not!” His fins flared wider, blood beginning to leak from some of them. “He’s human anyways, he can barely even swim, you don’t want him--”

“Kiddo,” Patton cut in urgently, raising his hands peacefully and trying not to wince when the mer flinched, “if he’s sick, of course we’ll take him back to where he can get help. No deals necessary, okay?”

The little guy didn’t look reassured at all. “I want to watch. I have to see you put him back, where other humans will find him, or else the deal’s off.”

He didn't believe them. Patton exchanged a helpless look with Roman, who finally nodded.

“Of course,” the shark mer said, “You are more than welcome to accompany us back to the mainland where Patton found him, provided that you’re not exacerbating your injuries.”

The mer hissed at him, a tiny, reedy sound. “And whose fault is that?”

“Irresponsible human fishing vessels?” Roman tried, and then wilted under both Patton and the mer’s looks when the joke fell flat. He cleared his throat. “It is, of course, mine. I wanted to apologize for the way I manhandled you before. Regardless of my intentions, it was unbefitting behavior, and it hurt you. I am truly sorry.”

He bowed with a little flourish, moving slower than normal. The mer stared at his bowed head apprehensively, and then covered the look up with a distrustful scowl.

“If you’re sorry, get Logan out of this place before he gets any worse,” he finally replied, and Patton nodded and went to retrieve the human-- Logan, presumably.

Glancing over his shoulder as he left, he could see the way the tiny mer’s fins had settled just slightly, not quite as frantically overextended as before.

It was a start.

#sanders sides #ts virgil #ts logan #ts patton #ts roman #mermaid au #my writing #dont take this the wrong way #dtttww #writing #g/t #virgil sweetie what the fuck #- logan next chapter

[sadiiomane10]

You so ridiculous, has somebody told u? Do u rlly think Virgil's better than CR? Hahahahahaha.

Is this McDonalds sister??????

Lmaoo is that why he finished behind virgil in the ballon dor rankings

He also wasnt top scorer in the serie a cus the bitch ain’t do shit

And the pos should be rotting in prison but go off I guess

#the bitch a clown i said what i said #i dont talk to ronaldo apologists #yall still living in 2012 #or whenever he was slightly relevant #the only deluded ridiculous one seems to be u sweetie #dont start w me #all the stats prove that virgil is better #when ronaldo learns how to defend and get up front and score come talk to me #meanwhile we all gon laugh at him missing his 1000000th free kick attempt #stay mad bitch #imagine hating on someone over a man #does he pay ur bills #id be surprised seeing as he dont pay his own #fuck off now #Anonymous #answered

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Gray

Prompts: Dang a part two of Black would be stunning!! Like: Roman has to figure out why they all seem to care now, and why the fuck Virgil has turned into a mother hen, or somerhing like that - anon

Hello!! Idk if you’re still taking requests but could you please do Roman ducking out angst with some Remus angst sprinkled in (I love them both but the angst you write is so good) - anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings:  roman is pretty injured but other than that, pretty much h/c and fluff all the way down. 

Pairings: platonic errything

Word Count: 4118

Roman is confused. Remus is fuming.

Seeing Roman covered in the black goo, so cold, so small, just the memory of it is enough to make Remus’s skin crawl. As soon as his brother was a little less fragile, he tackled Roman onto his bed and refused to let him up, the two of them falling asleep so closely intertwined that it was almost impossible to tell whose limbs were whose. Roman had woken up with his cold nose buried in the crook of Remus’s neck and shivered. Without missing a beat, Remus dragged all the blankets into bed with them until Roman finally, finally relaxed.

“Re?”

 “Yeah, Ro-Bro? You doing okay?”

 “Yeah, yeah, I’m—I’m good, I just…” Roman had shifted a little under Remus’s weight. “Can I have some of my arm back?”

 Remus had moved wordlessly, letting Roman pry his arm from beneath them, rubbing absentmindedly at his wrist.

 “Roman?”

 Roman had looked up, his gaze still a little fuzzy. Remus had waited with bated breath until Roman blinked most of the haze away.

 “Are you—does it still hurt?”

 “Huh? Oh, no, Remus, I’m fine.”

 A soft pop from the corner of the room and Roman had startled horribly.

 “Roman? Remus?” Janus’s voice had called, “are you two under the blankets?”

 Roman’s eyes had gone wide and Remus had been quick to holler that yeah, they were here, Janus can go now.

 There had been a pause.

 “Is Roman alright?”

 Remus had looked back down to see Roman’s eyes still wide, staring through the blanket in the vague direction of Janus’s voice.

 “You’re scaring him, Janny.”

 A soft curse. Then very, very quiet footsteps.

 “Roman, sweetie,” Janus had murmured, “I’m not angry. I’m not here to trick you. You—well, you can’t see it right now, but my gloves are off.”

 Roman had relaxed just a little under Remus’s weight.

 “I heard something,” he continued, “and it worried me, but if me being here is making it worse, then I’ll go.”

 “He will, Roro,” Remus had whispered, “he just wants to make sure you’re safe.”

 Roman had looked between the spot in the blanket to Remus’s face and back. Remus had watched him anxiously.

 “Do you want him to leave, Roro?”

 A pause, then Roman had nodded slowly.

 “We’re all good here, Jan-Jan.”

 “Alright,” Janus had said, still in that soft voice, “rest well, you two.”

 And Janus had left. That had been the worst part. Because Roman, poor Roman, had looked so confused that what he wanted had happened.

 It didn’t stop there, not when Remus had coaxed the two of them back to sleep, nor when they both woke up in the morning proper only to discover it was late afternoon. Roman’s eyes had gone wide and he’d scrambled up, trying to pull on his prince costume, open his laptop, start working, only for Remus to tackle him—carefully!—back to the bed.

 “Roman, Roman, listen to me,” he’d panted when Roman hadn’t wanted to slow down, “Roman.”

 His head snapped to attention at the call of his name. Remus had taken a deep, slow breath.

 “Roro,” he tried again, “stop. Just stop for a second, okay? You’re still hurt.”

 “No, I’m fine, I just—“

 “If you don’t want to summon Snakey again, don’t lie.”

 The comment had rolled off of his tongue sharper than he meant and he curses immediately when Roman’s walls slam back into place.

 “I’m sorry, Ro-Bro, I didn’t mean it like that.” He loosened his grip slightly, letting Roman sit up, still watching him warily. “I just—look, give me your arm.”

 Roman had offered it warily, letting Remus undo the buttons on the end of his sleeve and carefully roll the white material out of the way. They’d both stared at the yellow-green imprints as Remus carefully ran a finger over them.

 “You’re still hurt, Roro,” he’d murmured, “just one night isn’t gonna change that.”

 Roman had swallowed thickly. “Just one night changed everything last time.”

 Now it had been Remus’s turn to swallow heavily. “No, Roman, it didn’t.”

 When Roman had looked up, confusion written all over his face, Remus sighed.

 “What happened to you was…the product of many different things. It was…it was Thomas going through like, eight different existential crises at once. It was the others not knowing what the fuck to do, and it was…”

 A rare pang of guilt had tightened his throat around the words.

 “…it was us being too intent on fucking things up to see the full consequences.”

 Roman had reached out to squeeze Remus’s hand.

 “But you’ve been nice to me.”

 “After everything I’ve done to you, sure.”

 “Remus,” Roman had scolded, “I was mean to you too.”

 “We’re brothers, Roman, we’re supposed to fight.”

 “I don’t think that’s true.”

 “That’s just how siblings work, dude.”

 “Okay, maybe, but not like—“

 “And I’m the only one allowed to fuck with you,” Remus had growled, his hands tightening protectively on Roman’s arms, “no one else gets to lay a fucking hand on you.”

 The room had grown quiet.

 “The point being,” Remus had tried, “there’s…there’s still a lot of people that don’t know what actually happened.”

 At Roman’s heart-wrenching look of confusion, Remus had tapped his temple.

 “With the black.”

 As if on cue, Roman had winced and put a hand to his side. Remus had sprung up, hands flitting to follow.

 “Fuck, Roro, is it still happening?”

 “It’s—“

 “If you even fucking think of saying ‘it’s fine,’ I will drag Janus in here myself.”

 Roman had blinked sheepishly. “It’s not as bad as it was?”

 “Oh, Roman.”

 The memories of cold fragile alone hurt hatred please don’t leave me had flooded the air between them.

 “Hey,” Remus had called softly after a while, “let’s…let’s just try and get you back some of your strength before we start to tackle anything else, okay?”

 Roman had nodded.

 So now, here they were, a few days later, still working on it.

 Roman’s always been an early riser—or a night owl, depending on if you accounted for the time shift in the Imagination—so he’s typically in the living room, curled up in a chair or stretched out along the couch, typing away on his laptop or nursing a cup of tea as he scrolls on his phone. Or, well, he was. But enough sad shit.

 Patton and Logan are the ones to find him today, curled up so tight in the chair that it looks like they could fit someone else alongside him. He’s got a plain white mug cupped in his hands, the steam wafting up along the curves of his face as he stares out the window. They pause at the top of the stairs for a moment, small smiles on their faces as they watch him look content.

 “Roman,” Patton calls softly after a moment, “have you eaten already?”

 Roman turns his head to look, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He nods.

 “I’m planning on making waffles this morning,” Patton continues as they come down the stairs the rest of the way, “do you want any? Not necessarily now, but at some point?”

 “Maybe?”

 “Okay.” He smiles. “No problem.”

 Logan taps Patton’s hip gently to move him out of the way of the coffee machine. He sets a pot to brew and then picks up his notebook, walking into the living room to give Patton space and indicating a seat near Roman.

 “May I join you?”

 Roman nods. Logan smiles and sits down, settling his notebook open in his lap and beginning to write. Every few moments, he glances up. He can justify it as making sure Patton’s not having any trouble and ensuring that Roman isn’t feeling uncomfortable. Really it’s just to appreciate how soft Roman looks in the early morning light.

 Before the masks come on and the princely facade sets in, Roman looks at peace. There’s no need for loud, there’s no need for extravagant, there’s no need for Roman to perform. He’s just…there. Letting them see, letting himself be seen. Logan’s pretty sure he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.

 “Logan?”

 Logan blinks, belatedly realizing he’s been staring at Roman without blinking for some time. “Sorry,” he laughs, “got distracted.”

 “By what?”

 You, he thinks, but doesn’t say. “I missed you,” he says instead, softening his voice to give them a little privacy, “I missed…this.”

 Roman’s brow furrows.

 “This,” Logan repeats, gesturing between them, “when we could just sit and work and not have to talk. Despite every evidence to the contrary, you never felt the need to fill the silence when we were working together.”

 “What’re you doing, Logan,” Roman asks, wariness lingering on the tip of his tongue, “why’re you…”

 “Telling you this?”

 “…being kind?”

 Oh. Oh, dear. He should’ve expected this based on Remus’s descriptions of events but it still hurts.

 “Watching what happened to you,” he starts, closing his notebook to give Roman his full, undivided attention, “was difficult. At some level, I knew that you were more sensitive to the words of others and that you, perhaps more than the rest of us combined, are affected by the perception of the viewers.”

 He risks a glance at the way Roman’s shirt sleeves don’t quite cover all the fading bruises.

 “It was never something I thought about because you…you were very good at making it seem like the rest of us didn’t have to care about you. Please,” he adds when Roman opens his mouth, “let me finish, first?”

 Roman closes his mouth.

 “Thank you.” Logan takes a deep breath. “Of course, Roman, we care about you. We do, and I—I hope that if you don’t believe that now, that we can show you.”

 He takes another deep breath.

 “You were so quiet, and so brave,” he says softly, “that I forgot you were suffering too.”

 Roman’s breath catches in his throat as he swallows. Logan watches the anxious bobble of his throat as, to his dismay, his jaw wobbles.

 “Th-thank you, Logan,” Roman manages, “I, um…missed you too?”

 Logan smiles. Then, after a moment, he reaches out a hand. Roman looks at it, eyes flicking from it to Logan’s face and back, until Logan turns it palm up.

 They squeeze.

 “If you ever need someone to work with,” he murmurs, “even if it’s just to be in the same room, I’m here.”

 Patton calls them over for waffles a few minutes later as a clattering at the top of the stairs signals the arrival of the others. Janus waltzes into the kitchen with too much grace for someone who just got out of bed ten minutes ago while Remus spills into the room with all the subtlety of a nuclear explosion. Virgil just rolls his eyes and plops himself down against the counter.

 “Morning, heathens.”

 Logan passes him his cup of coffee as Remus rushes over to Patton to start picking out the waffles. He gently nudges Roman’s shoulder, holding up the coffee pot. Roman shakes his head and turns to see Janus offering him more of the hot water.

 “There,” he murmurs gently as he refills Roman’s mug, “all better.”

 “Thank you.”

 “Of course.”

 “Princey,” Virgil calls as Patton and Remus start bickering about what counts as a healthy waffle topping, “have you eaten already?”

 Roman nods.

 “Are you having waffles too?”

 “Maybe.”

 “Okay. Just make sure you eat lunch on time if you don’t, okay?”

 Janus chuckles over the rim of his mug as Roman’s eyes narrow in confusion. “Welcome to the world of Mother Hen Virgil, you won’t be leaving for a while.”

 If Roman thinks that’s an exaggeration, he’s got another thing coming.

 Patton can get a little parental, they all know that. The reason they say a little is because Virgil is worse. Or at least can be.

 Roman has a shadow when he goes into the Imagination for a while, Virgil walking a few paces behind him as they go through the villages, up to the castle, quietly asking where Roman needs to go next, is there enough time, do they need to put it off for tomorrow? He makes sure Roman eats, that he’s got his first aid kit stocked in case of an emergency. There are blankets and pillows on the couches downstairs for when he gets tired—he still gets tired easily so yes, of course, Virgil is going to make sure that if Roman needs to take a nap, there are soft things around for him to do so.

 Look, they just got Princey back not too long ago, of course he’s worried! He doesn’t want to see that fucking black hoodie ever again, and certainly not on Roman.

 Roman gets cold a little easier now and he’s still got bruises showing up on him. Nothing too big, nothing that’s anywhere close to the state he was in when they found him behind that black door, but enough to make him wince or flinch.

 “Hey,” he calls one evening when they’re alone in the living room, and Roman hisses through his teeth, “let me help.”

 “It’s fine, Virgil, I—“

 “Roman,” Virgil insists gently, “let me?”

 Roman looks at him for a moment longer before relaxing back into the couch. Virgil murmurs a thank-you and quickly summons the first aid kit, taking out the bruise cream and bandages and holding his hands a few inches away from Roman’s shirt.

 “Can I, or do you want to?”

 Roman takes a deep breath and his fingers start to tumble with the closures of the prince costume. It’s slow going. His hands start to shake halfway through one button and he ends up redoing it on accident.

 “Hey, hey,” Virgil calls softly, “look at me for a sec, Princey.”

 Their gazes meet and Virgil starts to breathe, deep and slow and obvious.

 “Eyes on me, Roman,” he murmurs, “that’s it, there you go. You just stay here with me, okay? Stay right here. I’m not gonna hurt you, no one else is here right not, it’s okay. It’s all gonna be okay. I’m gonna help you and then you’re gonna be just fine and there’s nothing here that can hurt you right now. “

 He keeps up the litany of reassurances until Roman sags against the back of the couch, hands flopping uselessly down by his sides. Virgil raises his hands instead, wondering if this means Roman wants him to help.

 “Can I?” At Roman’s weak nod, he starts on the buttons. “Are you still getting tired more easily? Is it too cold down here?”

 Roman just nods.

 “Both, then?”

 “Everyone’s favorite flavor.”

 Virgil huffs a laugh. “Maybe not in this case, though, hmm?”

 He’s quite impressed with how little of a reaction he has when he sees the bruises still forming on Roman’s torso. He warns that the cream might be cold, rubbing it carefully over the affected areas and covering them with a thin bandage.

 “Just to keep the cream from smearing.”

 “Virgil?”

 “Yeah, bud? What is it?”

 Roman fiddles with the end of his sleeve. “Why…why’re you being like this?”

 “Like what, Princey?” Virgil reaches out and playfully tugs on the hem of Roman’s shirt. “Gentle?”

 Judging by Roman’s look of surprise, it’s clear he wasn’t expecting Virgil to say the word on the tip of his tongue either.

 “You’re still kinda fragile right now, Princey,” Virgil murmurs, “not that it’s your fault. And I…”

 He takes a deep breath.

 “I know a bit about what it’s like. To be the hated Side.”

 Both of them suppress a flinch. Virgil’s hands fix the hem of Roman’s shirt, patting it reassuringly.

 “I know it’s not the same for me as it is for you,” he whispers, “especially since…you know, they kinda stopped.”

 He nudges Roman’s shoulder gently.

 “Mostly thanks to you.”

 “M-me?”

 “Yeah, Roman. You…you’ve been pretty good to me.” Virgil shakes his head. “And I’ve been a real shit to you.”

 Roman is quiet, just watching Virgil’s face.

 “The point is,” he says, “you’re still hurt, Princey. And it’s gonna take a while until you’re not hurt anymore. Or at least hurt a little less.”

 He reaches out and ruffles Roman’s hair.

 “So yeah, Roman. I’m being gentle.”

 Roman nods, his eyes going a little fuzzy as Virgil’s fingers card through his hair. “I like it.”

 Virgil chuckles. “Yeah? That’s good, Princey, I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

 He doesn’t. Roman isn’t quite smothered in the next few days, but it’s a close thing. Patton watches them fondly, trying not to choose between scolding Virgil half-heartedly for stealing his job as the overprotective parent—and not meaning it at all—and joining in to make sure both of them get a break.

 In the end, though, he knows what he has to do when it comes to helping Roman recover.

 One of the biggest problems they’ve been having is that no one is actually listening to Roman. It’s caused more misunderstandings and unnecessary wounds than anything, especially for Roman, and with the fanbase still gunning for him, it’s all they can do to just help give Roman strength to keep them at bay.

 So Patton takes a good long look at what he does when he thinks he’s helping Roman and starts to fix it.

 When Roman comes to him at first, it’s with murmured words and assurances that he can just go if Patton’s busy, that he just needs to hear someone else’s thoughts. Patton swallows the words on his tongue and opens his arms, letting Roman come into his room and talk through things slowly. It’s full of disclaimers and caveats and ‘I know that this is wrong’s and it makes Patton’s chest hurt. But he swallows it down and says ‘thank you.’

 “For…for what?”

 Patton smiles. “For trusting me to help you, Roman. I’m really proud of you for talking about this with me.”

 “Uh, thanks.”

 “But, Roman?”

 “Hmm?”

 “Can we…” Patton rests his hand on Roman’s arm. “Can we try that again?”

 “Try what again?”

 “Tell me what’s wrong,” he murmurs, “but try not to say it in a way where you think I’ll be mad if you say something wrong.”

 It’s a big ask. For both of them. But it’s a step they need to take.

 Poor Roman is so confused, it almost hurts to see him so unsure as he stumbles through it a second time, tripping over words, abandoning sentences halfway through. He takes Patton’s hand when it’s offered and squeezes for all he’s worth.

 But they make it.

 “I’m so proud of you,” Patton murmurs again, “you did so good, Roman.”

 “I—I did?”

 “Yeah, sweetheart.” Patton knocks their foreheads gently together. “Is this a situation where you want my advice, or do you just want me to listen?”

 And now, oh, now Roman looks so, so lost.

 “I’m here to help you, sweetheart,” Patton says firmly, “and that means I’m here to give you what you need. Do you want someone to just be here? Hug and cuddle you if that’s what you want? Or do you want advice?”

 It takes too long, too long for Roman to decide that no, this isn’t a trick. This isn’t a trap. And when Patton opens his arms for him, that isn’t a trap either.

 It’s going to take time. Time to build the trust back up, time until Roman feels secure enough to ask directly for advice or for support from Patton. But that’s okay. That’s not what Roman needs right now and this is most definitely about what Roman needs.

 Janus makes sure of it.

 If anyone wins the award for most confusing behavior for Roman after the black, it’s definitely Janus.

 The Janus Roman remembers from before is formidable. Tricks up his sleeve, a smirk held close to his chest, always a point to be made. Unyielding, hardened, looking at him like he’s some sort of prey.

 The Janus Roman gets now is soft and tender, murmured words and easy touches from gloved and ungloved hands. A gentle question, arms opened without hesitation, the reassurance that he can do whatever he needs to do to make himself feel safe.

 For a while, Roman dances on a perilous edge.

 When is the other shoe going to drop?

 What does he want?

 What is he going to take from Roman that he hasn’t already?

 But Janus is warm, so warm, and welcomes Roman into the nest of blankets on the couch without another thought. Roman settles into the blankets, letting Janus wrap his arms carefully around him until they’re snug in the middle.

 “Are they any better today,” Janus asks softly, trailing a finger along the nape of Roman’s neck, “have any more shown up?”

 Roman shakes his head.

“Good, Roman, that’s good.” The hand starts to scratch lightly at his scalp. “You’re doing so well, my prince.”

 “J-Janus?”

 “What is it, sweetie?”

 “Why—what’s going on?”

 “Well,” Janus murmurs, a little humor coloring his tone, “right now, the others are finishing cleaning up dinner while we wait for the movie night to start. I have my arms wrapped around you, you’re sitting here, so good for me, and we’re safe.”

 The low, hypnotic nature of his voice threatens to close Roman’s eyes, he can tell, as the prince’s head lolls against his shoulder.

 “That’s it,” he murmurs, “it’s alright, little prince. If you need to sleep, that’s alright too.”

 Roman relaxes for a moment, but then his eyes blink open.

 “No, I mean why are you doing this?”

 “What?”

 “Why are you being so nice to me?” Roman sits up a little and Janus gives himself a moment to mourn the loss of warmth. “Why are you all being so nice to me?”

 “Because we’ve just had an awful reminder of what happens when we aren’t.”

 The bluntness of the answer startles Roman into silence. Janus takes a deep breath as Roman settles uneasily in his lap again.

 “You were brutalized,” he says, still not holding back the resentment at how quickly the fanbase turned on Roman, “and blamed for everything that ever went wrong. You were isolated, beaten, and tortured, Roman.”

 “That might be overstating it a bit—“

 “Roman,” he interrupts gently, “do you remember what happened to you?”

 Roman pauses. His head tilts to the side.

 His brow furrows.

 Janus can see the moment realization dawns on his face.

 “You were almost catatonic,” he mumbles, reaching out to gently stroke his face over Roman’s cheek, “and so, so hurt, Roman. And we—we couldn’t do anything.“

 Roman stares at him with wide eyes.

 “We’ve let you go for far too long, little prince,” he continues, “without proper care. Shh-shh-shh,” he hushes when Roman tries to protest, “it’s okay, sweetie, we don’t mind taking care of you.”

 “You…you don’t?”

 “Of course not, Roman,” he promises, cupping Roman’s face in his hands, “you need what you need. We’re your family, we’ll do it for you.”

 He can feel Roman searching his gaze, searching for the lie, searching for the trap. When there’s none to find, Janus can’t help the soft noise that escapes him as Roman’s eyes overflow with tears.

 “Come here, sweetie, come here, yes, that’s it—“ he shoots a quick glance over his shoulder to see the others all but itching to come help— “can the others come cuddle you too, sweetie?”

 Roman doesn’t move his face from Janus’s shoulder but he nods.

 Patton arrives first, tucking himself between Roman and the cruel edge of the couch, making sure Roman won’t lean against the harsh wood. Logan carefully extricates the sharp remote from the blankets before settling at the edge. Remus sits behind him, wrapping his arms around Roman’s waist. Virgil scratches his hand gently through Roman’s hair.

 Roman’s nose is bright red, his eyes rimmed with the same color, but as they settle in to watch the movie and finish comforting their crying prince, his smile starts to return.

 By the time they all fall asleep there, curled up in a mass under the blankets, the color starts to come back to Roman’s cheeks.

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[thecampfirestory]

Patton, Celeste, and Annika stood outside Vee’s room. Vee was currently both sick and in littlespace so getting them to take medicine would be difficult to say the least. Dee was currently taking a stab at it and it wasn’t going well to say the least.

“Please Vee, you need to take your medicine to get better” Dee pleaded. He didn’t sound annoyed or mad but worried. He didn’t like seeing Virgil feeling bad.

“Nu! It tastes yucky!” Virgil whined from underneath the blankets they were hiding under.

“I know it doesn’t but I’ll make you feel better. You wanna feel better don’t you?” Dee said.

“Nu! Not if I have to take that!” Virgil said defiantly. Janus sighed in defeat. They had been going at this since breakfast and they had gotten absolutely nowhere.

“Can I try?” Patton asked, standing in the door.

“Um… I don’t know Pat. Vee Vee is little right now so we need to be gentle with them” Janus said, having flashbacks to when he was sick and Patton pinned him to the ground and force fed him “bubblegum flavored” flu medicine.

“Trust me Dee. I got this” Patton said, holding out xir hand for the bottle of medicine. Janus sighed and handed it to xem.

“Sorry Vee Vee” Janus said before leaving the room. Closing the door behind him.

Virgil peeked out from under their blanket and saw Patton holding a bottle of “grape flavored” cold medicine. Virgil quickly hid under the blanket again as if it was a Forcefield that would protect them from Patton.

“Hey Jelly Bean, how are you doing?” Patton asked softly sitting on the bed.

“I feel awful” Vee whimpered

“I bet you do, you want a hug from Count Joan?” Patton asked, holding up the bat stuffie that had been knocked onto the floor during their argument with Dee. A hand quickly shot out from under the blanket, grabbed the bat, and quickly pulled it underneath. The sudden movement causing Vee to fall into a horrible coughing fit. Patton rubbed Virgil’s back softly

“Why don’t you take some medicine? It’ll stop all this, and you’ll be able to sleep. Your mama told me you didn’t get much sleep last night” Patton said gently.

“No! It tastes icky” Virgil said in the middle of coughing.

“I know, honey bee, I know. But the ickiness only lasts a couple seconds as opposed to feeling sick for days” Patton said.

“Days! I don’t wanna be sick for days!” Virgil quickly sat up with tears in their eyes.

“I know you don’t. That’s why you need to take your medicine. If you do, I can make you a strawberry milkshake” Patton said.

“Really?!” Virgil gasped.

“You bet! Anything the sicky baby wants they’ll get. I promise” Patton said, booping Virgil’s nose.

“So how about it?” Patton asked. Virgil thought for a moment before nodding.

“Thank you Vee Vee,” Patton said, pouring out a cup of medicine and handing it to Virgil. They quickly downed it, making a face of disgust.

“Icky!” Virgil whined.

“I know sweetie but I’m so so proud of you! You did so well” Patton said, placing a couple kisses to Virgil’s face which quickly got Virgil giggling again.

“Stwabie milkshake?” Virgil asked hopefully.

“Yes cutie pie, stwabie milkshake. I’ll go make that for you” Patton said, getting up and heading out of the room. Celeste, Annika, and Janus were still standing there.

“Did you do it?” Annika asked.

“Yep! Virgil has taken their medicine and now I’m gonna make them a strawberry milkshake if that’s okay?” Patton asked. Annika nodded.

“Wait but there was no screaming, no nothing. How did you do it?” Janus asked.

“I asked them nicely?” Patton said unamused. Sure, under normal circumstances xe would have no problems using xir normal tactics on Virgil but they were little today and xe wasn’t going to be THAT kind of asshole.

“But what about what happened with me last month?” Janus said.

“What about it? You’re not Virgil” Patton said.

“Oh so you’re only an asshole to me” Janus said.

“Yep!” Patton said heading off to the kitchen.

“Can I at least have a milkshake too?” Janus called after xem.

“Fuck no!”

~ Fin

ABSOLUTELY no thoughts head empty just Patton calling Vee cute nicknames when theyre little especially "sweetie" 😭

also Dee bein jealous he didnt get Nice Patton Rights when he got sick >:[ dhbdbd

this is v cute thank you sm dhdb

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[giant-sketches]

Happy birthday @gentlegiantdreamer!!!  You are such a wonderful and inspiring person to me and I hold you dear to my heart! So for your birthday I made you this art and wrote you a little story to go along with it. I wish you a day full of fun and love! There is also a speedpaint!

I hope you can feel the effort I put into this and long hours of work too. I hope you and everyone enjoys my interpretations of Lilypadton and enjoy the story. Disclaimer: Almost Drowning/Cussing/Pain/Shouting/Monster Transformations

Word Count: 1746

At the start Patton was very active after his first transformation as Lilypadton. That may have been due to him going about the day believing it was a one time deal, but that wasn’t the case. From time to time the other sides would catch glimpses of his skin turning green around his hands and dark patches appearing on his neck. However, whenever the subject was brought up with the moral side he’d brush it off as a trick of the light or some kind of baking material he missed in his clean up. They all knew better though, especially his boyfriends Janus and Virgil.

“We need to go talk to him….TODAY!” Janus was pacing around Virgil’s room with his arms crossed, expressing his impatience with his partner.

Virgil thought it best to give Patton space, but his changes were becoming more frequent. Now things were even worse as their cutie had locked himself in his room for the past two days.

“I know you wanted to give him space, but now he’s trapped himself in his room. We’re the only ones on this side of the mindscape that can help him through this.” Janus hissed and cursed himself for not doing something sooner.

“Please calm down Jan.” Virgil got up from his bed to hold his boyfriend. “It’s going to be alright. Let’s go see him now and tell him about what’s happening to him.” He paused in thought. “Though, I never thought we’d ever have this kind of discussion with him honestly. To think he was like us this whole time.”

Janus touched his scaled face and looked at Virgil with soft eyes. “Are you going to show him? You know how h-” “Yeah I know...but I have to. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hide it when he’s going through something ten times worse.” Janus kissed Virgil’s cheek to reassure him.

Both left the room and slowly made their way to Patton’s door. Virgil tried the door knob, still locked. “Patton? Sweetpea we’ve come here to see how you are doing. Can you let us in, please?” Silence...no wait there was some kind of groaning sound coming from behind the door. “G-go away…” Was that Patton just now? It sounded like he was gurgling water while trying to speak.

“We can’t do that! We have something important to talk-or show you!” Janus looked to Virgil nervously. The former dark side nodded his head as Jan’s nails grew out to a point and sliced the doorknob off. “Excuse the intrusion.”

Both stepped into a darkened and rather humid room. Thankfully, both of them could see in the dark. In the corner they spotted Patton curled up and shaking, facing the wall. He visibly showed signs of changing with his green tinted skin and dark patches all over his arms and neck. “Pat?”

Startled, Patton sprang to his feet and turned to face them. They gasped at how their little buddy appeared taller now, his eyes now distinctly like a frog’s, and his hair showed faded tips of green. His eyes were filled with tears as he had to look down at his friends. He felt like a monster!

“No, no please….you have to LEAVE!” Patton’s voice croaked and boomed as he shot up another 10 feet and banged his head on the ceiling with a loud thunk. He groaned as he fell to his hands. The tears intensified as water seeped from the cracks in the wall and began flooding the room.

“Shit! Hold on to me!” Virgil clung to Janus for dear life as they quickly rose to the ceiling with the increasing water level. Patton was down below still weeping and expanding. His form pressing up against every nook and cranny of his tiny room. “Patton! Patton please! You need to stop crying or we’re going to- gurrglrrglr”

Time was up. The water had now completely filled the room as Janus and Virgil started sinking. Luckily, their froggy friend heard their pleas and snapped out of his distress. Quickly he expanded the room, changing it’s form as he scooped up the two tenderly in his webbed hands. With a kick of his strong legs Pat breached the surface. The room was now a large pond with only a small island in the center. The sun was warm and there was the sound of life all around them, but this was no time to relax.

“Virgil? Janus? Oh my gosh please, you have to be okay kiddos! Please!” Patton begged for his sweethearts to be okay as he set them on the soft grass. He poked at their stomachs as gently as he could.

*Cough* *Cough*

Oh thank goodness! Both were hacking up small volumes of water as they gasped for air, sweet-sweet air! “Patton?” Their vision was foggy from nearly drowning as they tried to focus on the green blob in front of them. Virgil raised up his arms, “A-are you okay?”

“What do you mean am I okay?! Are you okay? You two almost drowned b-because of me!” The big softie was on the verge of tears once again as he leaned in to nuzzle his dark darling with his nose.

“Woah...how big are you Patty?” Virgil giggled. He definitely wasn’t expecting to be cuddled by a gentle green snout of all things. “We’re okay Pat. Just a bit out of breath and-” Janus shivered, he had gotten too cold.

Virgil noticed as he escaped from Patton’s schnoz and immediately started cuddling up to his scaly boyfriend to warm him up. Pat climbed up onto the island, but at his current size of 100 feet he covered the majority of it as he scooped them up in his hand to hold them both closer to the sun. Jan was thankful for this as he hissed happily. His cold blood started to run warm again.

“Thank you darling! The numbness is fading now.” He lifted himself up to look at Patton with a warm expression. “Wow, look at you Pat.” “Yeah, Mr. Green right here.” They both joked to cut the tension. Patton laughed along with them as the ground shook, causing ripples in the water. His size really was something to behold. Still, their joy was cut short, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bottled up my emotions like that and hidden away. You two could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Oh Patty! We understand…w-we have something to tell you.” Virgil looked to Janus hoping he would start. “That’s right Patton, Virgil and I have both gone through what you’re experiencing right now. Okay, maybe not the exact same thing, but something similar.”

Patton was surprised. “W-what do you mean?” Janus smiled flashing his fangs, “I’m sure you’ve already noticed my face, but have you ever wondered why it looks like this?” Pat shook his head, he always thought it’d be taboo to ask about. “It’s because of my monster side.”

Monster side?! What was that? Patton was obviously confused as Virgil spoke up, “Mhm...Janus, Remus, and I...we all have a monster side to us. Janus doesn’t hide his like I do though and Remus is always shifting so it just seems ‘normal’ for him. It was a huge surprise when yours was revealed. Honestly, I never thought you’d be like us Pat.” Virg was feeling anxious as he kept his head down while talking.

“B-but you’ve never looked like Janus at all Stormcloud. What does your monster side look like?” Damn...that was a question he really wanted to avoid. “Guess there’s no use hiding it anymore huh? B-before I show you, you have to promise me you won’t freak out...okay Pat?”

Virgil looked so serious as he stared at Patton. What was he so worried about? “Awe kiddo, you know I’d never be scared of you! I love you too much!” He beamed a smile that put the sun to shame at them as Virgil sighed feeling a bit more relieved. “Alright.”

Concentrating, he closed his eyes as eight pitch black spider legs spread out from his back starting from the spine. He winced in pain, it’d been a long time since he last transformed. A pair of sharp mandibles poked out from the corners of his mouth; four slits opened up underneath his cheeks in pairs, each containing a solid black eye with a hint of purple.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” Suddenly, Virgil screamed lightly in pain as the transformation came to end with his new set of fangs and claws growing to a point. Janus caught him as he slumped over, huffing from exhaustion. Weakly, he looked up to Patton trying his best to smile.

Patton was mortified as he watched Virgil writhe in pain in his hand. When it all finally came to an end he was looking eyes wide at a big black spider...fuck! His heart was racing as he tried to not physically throw his boyfriend into the pond. Wait! That’s right this was his little sweetie, his Stormcloud, Prince of Darkness, etc. There was no need to be so scared...he gulped as he reached down to stroke his loves face.

Oh! He was still so soft and honestly his spider legs kind of tickled. The fear in his heart dissolved instantly. Patton giggled at how nervous he was only moments ago as he pressed them both to his cheek. “So I’m not alone after all.”

God, Virgil was instantly healed by his Sweetpea’s warmth. He hugged into the green flesh happily. “Of course not Patton, we’ll both always be here for you!”

“I’m so happy right now! You two are the best boyfriends in the whole wide world!!!”

Patton slid into the pond once more as he laid on his back. He kissed his cuties to his plush lips and then placed them right on top of his chest as he floated along the water. All the while they laughed and smiled at their giant lovers' touch.

“This new form is scary, but at long as I have you two I think I’ll be okay.”

“We love you Patton and we’ll always love you no matter what you are.”

The couple laid on Pat’s chest as tiny frogs hopped up from the lily pads to play with them as they enjoyed their time together. All content in knowing that each of them had a little cute monster inside of them that made them special.

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[aster-aspera]

Fall Apart

Relationship: (platonic) analogince

Warnings: transphobia, misgendering, deadnaming, shitty parents

It’s time for me to project onto my favourite characters again :)

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“Oh yeah, my son’s doing great in school.”

Logan stabbed their pencil into the paper.

“He’s applying to the cern program, we’re all really hoping he gets in.”

Logan grit their teeth.

“Yeah, I’ll tell him, you have a good day,” their mom said cheerfully into the phone. “Henry!” she called and Logan snapped the tip of their pencil.

“It’s Logan,” they hissed, “And my pronouns are they/them.”

Their mom stood in the door opening, looking surprised and annoyed. “Yes sweetheart, of course,” she said placatingly and Logan felt something poisonous curl up in their gut. 

“Then why do you continue to misgender me?” they asked, trying to keep their boiling fury out of their tone. 

“Misgender? Henry, that’s a bit extreme.”

“Logan.”

“Whatever. It’s just confusing for everyone sweetie, and I just don’t see why it matters that much. I mean, you were fine being a boy before.”

Her sickly sweet tone made Logan feel like they were choking, the cloying feeling of her fake understanding making their skin crawl.

They bit back the tears gathering behind their eyes, hand clenching tightly around their pencil. “You don’t have to get it to respect me.”

“I do respect you,” their mother said, her sweet tone sharpening, turning more dangerous. On normal nights, this is where Logan would scrabble back. Would force out a false smile and listen to their mother misgender them again and again and again. When they weren’t in the mood for another fight that shook the very foundations of the house. That left the entire family awkwardly ghosting around each other, scared to even look Logan in the eye in case it set off another fight.

But this night, Logan was tired. Tired of always avoiding the storm they knew was brewing on the horizon. Tired of squaring their shoulders and smiling as their mother praised her non-existent son.

“No,” they growled, “No you don’t respect me. You don’t respect me when you ignore me correcting my pronouns, when you continue to ignore them, when you tell me I’m being stupid when I tell you about my dysphoria. And I’m so fucking tired of it!”

Their mother’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “Henry, that’s enough, I will not have you yelling at me.”

“No! I’m tired of not being taken seriously, of hating myself and feeling like shit and being told I’m making it up! I just want you to respect me, I just want you to love me, but you love a version of me you made up in your head. Henry doesn’t exist, and I don’t ever want to hear that name again.”

“You’re being ridiculous, it’s just selfish of you to expect people to follow along in whatever fancy you have in your head again. I really am trying to respect your gender or whatever you claim to be but you can’t expect me to get everything right, and I won’t have you taking such a tone with me.”

Logan stood up. They knew how this conversation would go. They knew the same words would be spat back at them over and over again till they felt like it would be easier to just go back to the way things were. Till it made them feel like this fight wasn’t really worth it. 

They grabbed their phone from the desk and walked past their mother. “Henry? Where are you going?” she asked.

“Virgil’s,” they said shortly, before slamming the door shut behind them. 

The ice cold night air seemed to cut off the air to their lungs, leaving them breathless, standing alone in the empty street. They forced themself to inhale, the air cutting into their chest, sharp and biting. 

They released it, a shaky, warm exhale, their hands clenching into fists by their side. They forced themself to start walking, because as much as they wanted to get away from that house, their feet didn’t seem to want to take them forward. 

Somehow, they found themself standing on Virgil’s front porch, the light rain that had started falling sometime during their walk misting in their hair.

Virgil opened the door, expression going straight to concern when he saw Logan there.

“Lo? Are you alright?” he asked, so frustratingly gentle.

“Can I come in?” was all Logan could ask, scared that if they acknowledged the concern, they would fall apart right there on the doorstep.

“Yeah sure,” Virgil said, confusion and concern written so clearly in his voice. He led them into his room, and Roman looked up from where he was hanging upside down from the bed. He righted himself quickly. 

“Calculator watch? What the hell happened?” he asked immediately and Logan wondered how bad they must have looked that even Roman immediately noticed something was off.

“I…” A traitorous hitch of their chest cut Logan off. “I had a fight with my mom,” they tried again, and their voice sounded like something had choked all the life out of it.

“She just… She keeps calling me her son, and she says I’m selfish, for…for wanting people to use the right pronouns and fuck…” Logan trailed off, pressing their hand to their mouth to stifle the sobs tearing themselves from their chest at their own volition.

“L.” Strong, warm arms wrapped around their middle.

“You’re not selfish specs,” another gentle voice chimed in, and they were guided onto the bed, pulled down onto a soft chest. The hands rubbed along their back, tracing circles over the fabric of their shirt.

Virgil settled down onto the bed beside the both of them and Roman wrapped his arms protectively around Logan as they curled up against his chest, pressing their face into the comforting safety of their friend. 

“She’s wrong, L,” Virgil said in that gentle voice of his, the one he only used around his closest friends, “She’s so wrong for misgendering you and calling you selfish. You deserve better than that, you deserve people who love and respect you.”

“You guys do,” Logan mumbled, tears subsiding just a bit.

“They should too,” Virgil hissed venomously.

“That’s not helping right now V,” Roman whispered back, before turning his attention once again to Logan. “We love you, so much. And using the right pronouns for you, it isn’t hard, so you’re not selfish to ask that of people. You’re not selfish to want to be happy.”

Logan finally unclenched their death grip on Roman’s shirt, lifting their head just slightly to look at him.

“I love you too,” they whispered, not yet trusting their voice not to betray them. Their eyes flickered over to Virgil, who gave them his softest smile before pressing a kiss to their hand; “You can stay here as long as you like,” he promised and Logan closed their eyes, safe in the embrace of their friends.

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[i-am-bella-donna]

Beautiful Trash Fire Chapter 1: Family

TS Winter Fic Exchange 2021–2022

AO3 | Next Chapter

Story Summary:

Remus and Janus were ecstatic. After hours of preparation, their masterpiece was finally complete! It was a culmination of time and patience; a creation that was truly magnificent.

“You guys said you had a good idea! This is the exact opposite of a good idea!”

Apparently, Virgil disagreed.

Pairings: Platonic Anxceit, Platonic Dukexiety, Platonic Dukeceit

Word Count: 2,527

CONTENT WARNINGS: ARGUING, FIRE

A/N: This was written for the TS Winter Fic Exchange 2021–2022 for @houser-of-stories​. The prompts used were blankets, fireplace, night, and party.

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Remus beamed at the fireplace. Beside him, Janus smirked.

It was truly a sight to behold—much better than the boring fire in the Light Mindscape. Gathering supplies had taken the better part of their day, not at all helped by how cheery the stupid Light Sides were. With the amount of time they were spending in their common area, it had been almost impossible for Remus to steal from them.

Well—to discreetly steal from them, in any case. Remus, of course, was perfectly content to kick down the door, waltz in, and give the others a smack on the head when they inevitably tried to stop him. It would not even be a hard smack—he would not knock them out, or anything of the sort. He would be gentle! For the sake of the holidays!

However, for some dumbass reason, Janus had instructed him to be secretive. In other words, no smacking.

Which really sucked, since the Light Sides were being so fucking annoying by spending all of their time in the common room, like they owned the place! Which…they technically did, but still. Those jerks.

Now, though—as he gazed upon the beautiful, hungry flames, Remus felt his chest swell with pride. For once, he had put in things like time and patience, and it had paid off quite remarkably. The only thing left was the grand finale: showing the masterpiece to Virgil.

“So, Jay-nus,” Remus piped up cheerfully. He set a hand on his friend’s shoulder and shot him a wide smile, forcing his lips not to tremble from the biting cold. Unfortunately, the all-consuming chill was an unexpected consequence of completing their project—without the distraction, the reason they had built the fire in the first place was now living rent-free in his mind. He tried to force it down, regardless. “You gonna get Vee, or should I do it?”

The real question: which of them was willing to leave the beloved warmth of the fire for the cold halls of the Dark Mindscape in nothing but their regular clothes in order to retrieve Virgil?

Janus huffed out a misted breath and rolled his eyes fondly. “Well, sweetie, as much as I love you and your ideas, I doubt anyone would appreciate it if you barged in and dragged Virgil back here by the ankles—least of all Virgil himself, given all the effort he put into keeping these meetings a secret.”

“So…you want me to do it?”

At this, Janus actually barked out a laugh, making Remus grin wider. Both of them pretended not to notice as Janus leaned into the warmth of Remus’s hand before playfully shoving it off. “Of course not, you imbecile. I can take care of it.”

Before Janus could move away from the precious fire, however, a third voice spoke up from the doorway. “No need, idiots. You last track of time. Again.”

Remus spun around, face lighting up and thoughts of the damn cold disappearing as his eyes locked on the familiar emo across the room. “Virgin!” he squealed, racing forward and laughing at the sight of Virgil’s eyes widening in realization of what was about to come.

“Wait, don’t—” Virgil blurted out, taking a step back and throwing his hands out in front of him. His signature I-regret-every-decision-leading-up-to-this-moment look was plastered on his face, but it did absolutely nothing to deter Remus from tackling him to the ground.

“I missed you, Anxie!” he exclaimed. Every cell in him rejoiced at the unexpected amount of warmth radiating from his friend, and he was unable to stop his tentacles from appearing and wrapping tightly around the other. “It’s been so long!”

“It’s been three days—Janus, a little help here?!”

Remus could hear the smirk in Janus’s voice as he snickered. “I think you can handle this, darling Virgil. Besides, you brought it upon yourself.”

“By bringing it upon myself, are you talking about how I decided not to wait for you two to drag your heads out of your asses?” Virgil choked out, coughing. Remus did not bother to move. Given that Virgil had just come from the toasty Light Mindscape—it was the one good thing about that place—he was nice and warm. A perfect human space heater. “Or are you talking about my existence itself?”

“Yes.”

Remus snorted at Virgil’s sputtered-out rage before reluctantly deciding to take mercy on him. He internally mourned the loss of heat as he rolled over, accepting the hand that Janus offered and pulling himself to his feet, tentacles shrinking back into his skin. Virgil simply let out a loud breath, not bothering to move.

“What did keep you guys so long, anyway?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling. As he spoke, his breath formed miniature clouds, which he frowned at the sight of. “And why is it so cold in here?” His hands rubbed at his arms.

Remus and Janus exchanged a barely-suppressed smile, the excitement between them buzzing almost enough to eliminate the chill on its own.

Are you ready? Janus’s expression asked.

Of course! He’ll love it!

“Well, darling Virgil,” Janus began with more than a touch of dramatic flair. Remus grinned and stepped back, allowing the other to take control of the reveal. He could not help but remember the time between—the time when he and Janus considered their once-best friend to be an enemy; the space after Virgil moving to the Light Mindscape but before their subsequent making up around Halloween a year later, just after the puppet incident. The year that Remus and Janus had spent in grief, trying to move on, but still hollow inside.

They adjusted to the new normal more quickly than either would have liked, but Janus…changed. He became quieter; more serious and subdued; and Remus was sure that if he asked, Janus would point out changes in his behavior, too. After all, grief did funny things to people.

Reconciling with Virgil had not been an instant fix—it was like putting a bandage on a stab wound that had already scarred over. None of them were the same person they had used to be—all three had changed, both for the better and for the worst—and rebuilding their relationship had been a work-in-progress, taking a mountain of time, patience, and secrets from the Light Sides over the past month and a half.

Nevertheless, remnants of their old selves would occasionally shine through—memories of when Janus was more sassy than sarcastic; when Remus was more carefree than careless; when Virgil was more cautious than worried.

Watching a little bit of the Old Janus return warmed Remus’s heart. Or it would have, had the Dark Mindscape not been the same temperature as a polar bear’s butt.

“Remus and I,” Janus continued, dragging Remus back to the present, “have been hard at work preparing a glorious surprise.” And with that, he stepped aside and gestured behind him, revealing the beautiful fire.

Virgil paused and slowly got to his feet, clearly taken aback. He stared.

And stared.

Finally—

“What the fuck?!”

Huh?

“Something wrong?” Remus asked, trying to mask the hurt he felt at the unexpectedly hostile exclamation. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Janus trembling—though whether it was caused by anger or the cold, Remus could not tell. Probably both.

“Or have the Light Sides risen your standards to near-damn impossible?” Janus grumbled, crossing his arms and curling in on himself. Remus winced. Oh, that was—

Virgil glowered at Janus and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly hit hard by the comment but struggling to remain patient. “This has nothing to do with them, Janus,” he said defensively. “I grew up here, too, remember? My standards are practically floor-level. And somehow”—he threw a hand toward the fire, a look of sheer exasperation on his face—“you two took a pickaxe and started digging!”

Remus rubbed his hands together, cupping them in front of his mouth and blowing into them to warm them up. “C’mon, emo. It’s not that bad—”

“Seriously?” Virgil snapped, leveling him with a hard stare. Realizing that he had raised his voice, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly before continuing. “Ree, Jay—amazing Sides, friends, and family—you two. Set. A literal. Trash fire.”

The trash fire in question was indeed a trash fire. As in—trash. On fire.

Remus and Janus had gathered garbage from all over the Dark Mindscape—rubbish from trash cans, food scraps, old boxes and bottles; anything unnecessary, really—and dumped it into the fireplace. Remus had then prepared a mixture of salt and borax—yes, it had all been stolen from the Light Mindscape—and added fuel to the fire.

Borax made fire green.

Salt made it yellow.

Overall, it was beautiful—

“You guys said you had a good idea! This is the exact opposite of a good idea!”

—or not.

Janus hissed and rubbed at his arms, definitely shivering now. He was wearing a bitter expression. “And what exactly do you propose we did instead?” he snapped. “We did the best with what we had—”

“Whoa—Snake Face, calm down,” Virgil cut him off, appearing surprised by the sudden aggression. He blinked, staring between Remus and Janus as though he was seeing the two of them for the first time. “I’m not criticizing you—”

Remus snorted. “I mean, you kind of are.”

“Fine. I don’t mean to criticize you, then, and I’m sorry that I am. But I get it. I lived with you guys for, like, two decades. I know how hard it is to live like this. I understand how important the little victories feel. Normally, it would be fine—but listen, this is serious! The temperature is almost freezing. Janus, you can’t handle low temperatures at all, and Remus, don’t act like you’re much better. And trash fires are super dangerous, not to mention whatever the fuck this green-and-yellow thing is—I get that you were desperate, but there is a giant difference between being independent and being stupid, so both of you idiots better put your damn pride aside and let me help you!”

Janus wordlessly looked at his feet. Remus rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, glancing between his two friends as though waiting for one of them to explode.

“Great,” Virgil said when there was no objection. He tipped his head toward the door. “Then come with me.”

Janus glanced helplessly at Remus, who only shrugged and grinned, grabbing his—ice cold—hand and yanking him after Virgil. As much as Remus hated the verbal defamation of his beautiful masterpiece—which he fully intended to avenge—the emo had made some good points. Namely when he mentioned Janus becoming a snakesicle. As much as he loved body horror, Remus would rather have his friend full of squishy guts than ice.

But Remus was bringing the borax and salt, and if Virgil thought he could stop him, he was going to be a dead man.

Walking into the Light Mindscape was…an experience, to say the least. Remus was used to barging in uninvited, but he never stayed for long, and it was never this much warmer by comparison. And walking in through the actual door? Like it was something ordinary and not forbidden? A quick glance at Janus’s expression told Remus that his friend was equally unnerved by the situation.

Virgil paused as they passed the kitchen. “…Wait, are we forgetting something?”

Silence.

“Probably not.” He shrugged and continued walking.

The three of them were silent as Virgil guided them up the stairs, Janus and Remus visibly drinking in the sheer warmth of the place. Nice and toasty—like the inside of a polar bear’s butthole! The warmth persisted as they were led down a hallway that, unlike the Light Mindscape common areas, the two had rarely seen. Virgil stopped at a room that appeared to be…

…a den.

The game room-type of den, too—not the cool caverns where creepy and dangerous animals dwelled. The walls were a plain cream; the carpet soft but still scratchy. Just a boring room with board games—bored games—and books and a television and a fireplace—

Remus stopped short, causing Janus to crash into him. He paid it no heed.

A fireplace?!

Squealing, Remus grabbed Janus’s arm—ignoring his squeak of protest—and gestured flailing to the budding orange flames. “Jay, Jay, Jay—” he gasped in excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet. An idea began to take form in his mind. “There’s more fire!”

Janus’s face lit up as he realized what Remus was trying to suggest.

“Wait—what are those smirks for?” Virgil demanded, crossing his arms and stepping between them and the fire. “What are you two planning?”

Janus paid Virgil no heed and turned back to Remus instead. “Should I summon it?” he asked, a hand already raised.

“No need!” Remus cackled. He held up the jar of white powder. “Already got it, Snakey!”

“What the hell are you doing to the fireplace?!”

Remus shot Virgil an innocent grin. “Relax, Vee! You lived with us for over twenty and you still don’t trust us?”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t trust you because I lived with you for over twenty years.”

Janus scoffed, any traces of his previous anger toward Virgil now forgotten. He folded his arms, not-so-subtly inching toward the small fire and basking in the warmth. “Rude.”

“Cry me a river,” Virgil deadpanned. He gestured to the jar that Remus was holding, eyeing the white powder suspiciously. “Seriously, what is that shit?”

Remus grinned and held up the jar. “It’s the stuff that makes fire turn pretty colors! Like the one back home!”

“You mean, like your dangerous trash fire back home?”

“Yeah!”

Janus rubbed his hands together, still leaning towards the heat. Remus wrapped an arm around his waist and joined him, hoping whatever body heat he had left could help warm Janus. He himself was still cold, but Janus had always been more sensitive to extreme temperatures. That was a big yikes.

“So,” Remus continued. “What do you say? Can we add some of this to the fire? Pretty please with butts on top?”

“Since when do you ask for permission to break the rules?”

“Yay or nay?”

Virgil’s sigh was akin to the bellow of a foghorn. “…Fine.”

Janus let out a whoop of joy as Remus cackled, unscrewing the lid and dumping half of the jar onto the flames. The fire flared for a split second, burning bright shades of green and yellow before settling into a nice and steady glow. Virgil stumbled backward, eyes wide and startled but grinning.

“…Wow.”

Before any of them could say anything else, though, Remus heard a loud gasp from the doorway.

“What are they doing here?!”

The three of them spun around and froze, their eyes meeting those of the three Light Sides. Patton stood completely still, wearing his cat hoodie normally and clutching it like a Victorian lady clutching her pearls. Logan looked confused, eyes darting between Remus, Janus, Virgil, and the fire, whose green-and-yellow light reflected on his glasses. Roman, meanwhile, had the expression of a man who had just been told that Disney was canceled. Remus laughed at their shell-shocked impressions.

“So that’s what we forgot, Virgin!”

~~~

A/N: The second chapter will be posted before the end of the exchange.

Taglist: @ts-winter-fic-exchange @houser-of-stories

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Tolerable

Summary: Virgil's been accepted by Thomas and the famILY, even after they found out his secret. But will this be too much for them to handle? Or: Virgil has endometriosis, thinks he has to hide it, and that works out as well for him as you think it will.

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience.

TW: Past bullying and harassment mentioned, endometriosis, menstruation, this is a sick!fic, painful cramps, unsympathetic dark sides.

Word Count: 2351

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Virgil groaned and curled into himself. Not for the first time, he cursed the Mindscape’s sick sense of humor for not only making him the only trans Side, but also for giving him the period from hell. After researching his symptoms and checking in the Subconscious (he tried not to think about how he could see everything in there), he had discovered he had endometriosis. It certainly explained what he’d been experiencing. He didn’t even want to think about the number of tampons and pads he burned through. Alternating ibuprofen and acetaminophen could only take the edge off so much. The websites he visited suggested some, ahem, all-natural pain remedies, but Virgil was the opposite of in the mood when he was on his period. He felt tired and dizzy and light-headed and nauseous, and he always seemed to get migraines at the same time of his period because apparently God hated him personally.

He ground a fist into his lower abdomen during a particularly painful cramp that felt like his internal organs were ripping each other in half, and kept it there until the pain subsided somewhat. He wasn’t sure why, but pressing his knuckles into the spot where he felt the most pain seemed to help lessen the severity of that particular wave.

Virgil sighed, trying to figure out if he wanted to ask the others for help. He was exhausted, having dealt with this for a day already on his own. They’d all accepted him, including Thomas (thank fuck), but he didn’t know if they wanted to deal with everything that came with him being a trans guy. Yet, now that they knew, even though he’s dealt with this on his own before, being alone feels even harder.

What if they’re grossed out? They weren’t grossed out by me being trans, they seemed sad whenever I had even asked, but this is… yeah. I don’t know, I don’t want to push it. Just as he finished that thought, an excruciating pain ripped through him. He bit his knuckle and held his breath to keep from crying out.

“Virgil? You okay in there buddy? You missed breakfast, so I brought some up if you want any,” Patton offered through the door.

Virgil had to breathe through his nose to battle his nausea at the thought of breakfast food. “Thanks Pat. I’m good, just not feeling too well. I’ll be fine in a bit.” It’ll be manageable in a few days.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry to hear that! Is there anything I can do? Would soup help?”

Actually… “Yeah, I think I might be able to handle soup.”

“One bowl of soup, coming right up!”

“Thanks Pat.”

“Anytime!”

Despite his pain, Virgil smiled fondly. He’s too good for me. Before, if he’d shown any indication that he was on his period, the consequences would be more pain, some kind of humiliation, and a nightmare sequence courtesy of Remus that always lasted so long he’d bleed over.

Virgil rode out the waves of pain, unable to concentrate enough to follow Buzzfeed Unsolved, until Patton knocked on his door again.

“Virge? I have your soup,” Patton called quietly.

“Alri-” Virgil’s voice cut off as he was bowled over by a powerful tearing sensation that left him seeing stars.

“Virgil? You okay in there? Are you hurt?” Patton called, much more loudly this time.

Shitshitshit, I can’t let him see me, he’ll know I’m in pain and he’ll ask why and then I’ll have to tell him.

“I’m worried you’re hurt or unconscious, can you answer me?”

Virgil took a few deep breaths. “I’m here,” he croaked out.

“Oh honey, you sound like you’re in so much pain! Are you okay?!”

Since he wasn’t holding his breath, a pained keen left him against his will.

“I’m coming in.”

Fuck.

Virgil tried to uncurl his body, but he couldn’t find the willpower to counter the pain. As soon as Patton caught sight of him, he quickly set the bowl of soup (with crackers and cheese, Virgil noticed) on the nightstand and rushed over.

“It’s okay, I’m here. What’s wrong? You look and sound like you’re in so much pain!”

The worst of it passed, and Virgil managed to relax his body a bit. “I’m okay, I’m… kind of used to it.”

Patton’s expression darkened. “Did they hurt you again?” he asked, voice nearly a growl.

“No, nothing like that!” Virgil quickly promised. Patton sagged in relief.

“Thank goodness.” Patton frowned. “This has happened before? Do you have a stomach bug?”

Virgil thought about lying for a brief moment, but was too scared of accidentally summoning Janus to risk it. “No…”

He cursed when Patton’s puppy dog eyes came in full-force. “Is it something bad?”

Just as Virgil was about to hedge around the answer, he felt a telltale dampness. “Uh, nothing dangerous for us since we’re Sides, but I do need to go to the bathroom.”

Patton immediately scooted aside. “Okay! I’ll be here when you get back,” he reassured.

Shit. “Thanks.”

Virgil uncurled himself from his position on the bed, then carefully made his way to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up since he had bled over a bit, changed out his pad and tampon. Just as he was about to flush away the bloody water and toilet paper, there was urgent knocking at the door.

“Virgil, are you okay?!”

Virgil was a little annoyed, but knew to rein himself in. “Yeah Pat, I’m good, just about to wash my hands.”

“Sweetie, are you sure? There’s blood on the bed.”

OH FUCK.

“Um, I’ll be out a in a minute.”

Think think think think THINK!! Okay, what can I tell him? I could just fudge the truth a little bit, but that might be too close to a lie. I could just tell him I don’t want to tell him, but he’d be so sad that I don’t trust him and he deserves better than that. Shiiiiiiiiiiit.

Realizing he’d been staring into space, he dried his hands, then went out to face the music.

Patton was studying the comforter that had gotten stained, and looked up and smiled at Virgil as he emerged. “Hey Virge, I was just gonna wash this for you, is that okay?”

Virgil could feel another wave coming on. “Yeah, but you don’t have to.” Let me lie down so I don’t double over in front of you.

Patton waved him off. “Nonsense, you’re sick and I wanna help!”

SHIT. “Okay, I can help get it off.”

“Sure!”

Virgil frantically tugged at the comforter, while Patton calmly gathered it up in his arms. As soon as the comforter was off the bed, Virgil laid down and curled up, hopefully in a way that made it look like he was just lying down.

“Virgil, can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer!”

Virgil assessed Patton. Patton was looking nervous himself, biting his lip and eyes averting themselves.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Patton took a deep breath. “Well, I know you’re in a lot of pain, you’re not feeling well, you said it’s happened before, and there’s blood that you don’t seem too worried about.” He fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to ask. “Is there anything I can do to help with… this?”

Virgil sighed. Of course he’d figure it out. “Honestly, the soup is more than what I usually get-”

“What?!” Patton cried.

Oops.

“Um, usually I just kinda deal with it on my own?”

Virgil kicked himself for the devastated look on Patton’s face. “Oh Virge…”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind dealing with it by myself!”

“I know, but you shouldn’t have to! And you don’t have to anymore!” Patton declared. “You’re in so much pain, is that normal? Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Normal for me, yeah, and I don’t think so.”

“Normal for you? Why just you, are you in more pain than other people who get periods?”

Way to put it on the nose Patton. “I-”

“What’s this regarding?” Logan asked as he walked in.

Patton didn’t close the door, shit!! “Nothing!”

“Patton seemed to be implying that you’re in a great deal of pain-”

“WHO DARES HARM YOU?!” Roman thundered, sword already drawn.

GODAMMIT. “NO ONE. Okay, Jesus Christ. Look, I’m fine, I’ve just got the period from hell. I’m sorry you guys found out, I didn’t mean to, I’m fine dealing with this on my own, I know it’s weird and-” Virgil cut himself off at the sorrowful looks he was getting. He sighed. These guys aren’t the Dark Sides, they probably don’t think it’s weird and gross and something I’m doing to them on purpose. “Sorry. Just, I have this thing that makes this harder, I can’t think of the name because I can’t think during this, and I’m fine. I’m just miserable for a week and then it’s manageable. This is better treatment than I usually get, and now I can at least get food. Just ignore me.” Virgil cursed God as another devastating cramp chose that specific moment to be an asshole. He held his breath, but couldn’t stop from curling in on himself. Concerned Patton noises could be heard, and Logan was trying to encourage Virgil to breathe. Roman just stood there, feeling helpless.

Once it passed, Virgil unclenched and took a few breaths. “Sorry,” he panted.

“Please do not apologize. Average menstrual cramps-” Virgil winced. “-have been shown to be at a similar pain level as a heart attack, and it sounds like you experience more severe cramping. If you wish to be left alone, then we will respect that,” Logan stated, agreements coming from each of the other Sides. “But there is still the concern of unusual pain. Do you require pain medication?”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, it helps me not lose my mind, but it can only do so much. I’m on the max dose for ibuprofen and tylenol right now, and I’m alternating them.”

Logan frowned. “This is your pain level even with medication?”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, it’s this thing that starts with an “e”… shit, what is it…”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up. “Endometriosis?”

“Yeah!” Virgil squinted. “How the hell did you know that?”

“I’m Thomas’ center of knowledge. Gracious, Virgil…” Logan trailed off. “Has a TENS unit ever proven helpful?”

“A what?”

Logan straightened up. “A TENS unit administers small electrical pulses to pain points or trigger points via electrodes placed on the skin. Research, as well as personal anecdotes, have shown them to be effective in combating menstrual pain. Would you like me to conjure one for you?”

Whatever, worst thing that might happen is it could hurt worse for a few seconds. “Sure, why not.”

Logan closed his eyes, and a few seconds later a rectangular device with a bunch of wires coming out of it appeared. “Would you like me to apply the electrodes, or would you like to?”

The thought of someone touching his bare skin, especially where he was in so much pain, still scared him, even though he knew these weren’t the Dark Sides. “I can put it on.”

No one said anything as Virgil rolled over to his side and placed the electrodes where Logan instructed. He turned back over, blushing slightly and feeling weird. He could feel another bad one coming on, and he hoped that this would work. Logan handed Virgil the unit.

“There are a few levels of electricity. Since this is your first time, it’s recommended you start at 1 and see if you need to increase from there.”

Before the next bastard cramp could come to do its damage, Virgil just nodded and turned on the device, bracing himself for electrocution pain. Instead, the cramps was… not as bad? It still hurt like a motherfucker, but it wasn’t as godawful as it could be. He cranked it up a few more dials, and the pain dimmed to a level he couldn’t remember ever feeling.

His eyes widened as he uncurled and sat up, jaw slack. The pain was still there, and he could still tell that his muscles were freaking the fuck out, but the pain was down so much he could almost ignore it.

So Logan just made my life about a thousand times better. How do I let him know?

“What kind of bullshit wizard magic is this?” Nice, REAL kind of you to say after Logan literally changed your life.

Logan just did his proud little smirk of his and drew his shoulders back. “No magic involved, merely science, and,” he adjusted one side of his glasses. “logic.”

Virgil sighed, still light-headed and dizzy, but the amount of relief that flooded his body without the pain was helping him feel so much better.

Logan frowned. “If you’ll excuse me, Thomas requires my help with a business e-mail.”

Virgil looked out through Thomas’ eyes and Sanders what the HELL. “Yeah, you’d better go deal with that.”

Patton waved his hand over the bowl of soup to warm it. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

Virgil fidgeted. “Not to be a stereotype, but I’m currently willing to commit homicide for chocolate.”

In the next moment, Virgil found his lap full of his favorite dark chocolate-sea salt-almond bars.

“I should probably go too, make sure Thomathy gets the tone of the e-mail right,” Patton said regretfully.

Virgil waved him off. “No worries, go do your thing.”

“I’ll keep our brave knight company!” Roman declared.

Patton said goodbye and sank out. Roman and Virgil stared at each other.

Roman broke first. “Soooo, friendo…”

Virgil sighed, putting Roman out of his misery. “I don’t usually feel like being a people, but this TENS unit thing is really helping. I’d be down to play some video games after lunch.”

“Sounds wonderful! I’ll get the game set up!” Roman sank out with his usual flair.

Virgil snorted and shook his head. Thank god for TENS units.

He flushed as he thought to himself, Thank god for famILY.

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