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anxious-cosplayer · 1 year

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"Merry Christmas, Captain" (Head Engineer!Mark x reader)

Word count: 1.6k Warnings: guilt, anxious captain, mentions of death Reader is captain and gender neutral.

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It was hard during the holidays on the Invincible II. Most people either had to leave their family back on earth or were still in cryostasis. So it only meant that the crew could celebrate together.

However, to most people - yourself included - the crew was family. There were bits of tinsel that covered doorway entrances, Christmas trees decorated by each department, and Celci had to tell Mark that he couldn’t use the cryo room as a place to have a snowball fight as “that’s not how it works!”

You can probably guess how Mark felt about that.

Though the crew were gathering in the mess hall to have a big Christmas dinner, you didn’t really know if you should turn up. As much as you enjoyed everyone being together, this time of the year made you reflect on what had happen in all of those other universes. The guilt was slowly becoming better to deal with, especially after talking it over with Mark many times until it was late, however it was occasions like this you did find it hard to cope.

So that’s is why you’re stuck in your room doing paperwork, preparing to go to the bridge to supervise the running of the ships systems while everyone could have a break. Donning your hat and signature gloves, you took your tablet and promptly made your way there. As you walked by all the decorations you thought you should’ve maybe added something somewhat Christmas-y to your uniform but it was too late now. The door whooshes open to the bridge.

There was about four or five people in there monitoring the various systems. They all stood to attention when you walk in. You recognise all of them as members of several different departments. You smile somewhat awkwardly and nod your head in acknowledgment.

“At ease everyone.” They all relax from their previously stiff stances. “You can call go down to the dining hall for your dinners, I’ll look after things up here. Dismissed.”

They crew have big smiles on their faces but then quickly leave, thanking you as they do. Only one, Tyler, pauses.

“Are you sure, Captain? I don’t mind helping out here. Don’t wanna leave you here all alone.” He gives you a warm smile. You pause. It would be nice to have the company, but it wouldn’t be fair to have only him stay behind. He was probably just being polite anyway.

“No thank you, Tyler. I’d hate for you to miss out on the festivities. Go enjoy yourself,” you smile at him, but it felt forced. You didn’t really want to be here by yourself, but you couldn’t stand seeing all the happy faces of those you’ve probably killed over and over again in other universes. Tyler hesitates but nods in respect before leaving. The doors whooshed close behind them.

And then you were alone, staring out into deep space.

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Tyler had picked up on the face that his Captain wasn’t doing great, but he wasn’t sure why. He assumed it was probably because they didn’t have their family with them. Thankfully, he knew just the person that would help cheer the captain up.

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Vitals: Normal

ADS: Normal

Cryo: Normal

Reactor: Normal

Warp Core: N/A

Well at least that’s always what it’s said since the start of the voyage, minus the hiccup in the middle. After doing the necessary checks and selecting the correct buttons on the data pad, you wondered back over to the window. It was times like this you were happy that Mark had installed all of these windows, despite the issues they caused in other universes.

Your eyes slowly refocus on your own reflection. The bags under your eyes were a little more puffy than usual. Sleep was hard to get sometimes. But you could also see the Christmas tree's lights next to the control panel. Your thoughts drift back to some of your favourite holiday moments. Times with close family or friends. People who you haven’t seen in a very, very long time. Maybe… just maybe… this could be the moment you let yourself give into the Christmas spirit?

“Computer! Play something Christmas-y.”

The computer pauses before you start to hear a quiet version of one of your favourite Christmas songs. You smile to yourself before you suddenly hear the whoosh of the door opening. You quickly compose yourself and turn to see the Head Engineer walk through the door holding two drinks.

“Captain! There you are! I was wondering wher- … oh god what’s wrong? Are you ok?” He quickly rushes over, balancing the drinks on the control panel. You’re confused before you realise a few stray tears had fallen down your cheeks.

“Oh… I’m okay, Mark. Don’t worry about me,” you say as you wipe the tears away. “What are you doing here? I gave everyone the time off.”

Mark sheepishly rubbed his neck. “Yeah, I know, but I was hoping that by everyone you’d mean yourself included.” He offers one of the drinks to you. “I even brought one to share with you, captain.”

You glance over and hesitate. “well, I’m technically still on duty.” But one reassuring smile from Mark had you reaching over to accept the drink. You clink glasses together and stare out into space together.

“Why are you alone up here Captain? I-…We all would love to have you down there,” he corrected. You sigh and take a sip of your drink. It was very fizzy but light with a fruity aftertaste. Quite pleasant.

“I don’t know if I could see them all happy. Not after seeing the other thems. I doesn’t…feel right, I suppose.”

“Well you still have the right to enjoy yourself too.” Silence then fills the room. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Look, myself and the other heads of departments have a surprise for you. Just… indulge us, please?”

You mull it over in your head before giving a nod. You walk together out of the room. As you walk down the hallway together you accidentally brush hands. You tried not to make the blush on your face obvious but feeling your heart jolt like that didn’t help. Eventually, you both make your way to the mess hall and the door whooshes open.

You see all of the other heads wearing various Christmas themed outfits, holding wrapped parcels and with big smiles on all of their faces - even Burt has a soft smile.

“Captain! You’re finally here! You can open this now!” Celci runs up to you while wearing her elf outfit and hands you a beautifully wrapped box with a big blue bow on top of it. You’re quickly ushered to sit down and start opening your present. You tear away at the wrapping to find a beautiful pair of gloves. They were very similar to the ones you were wearing but they had the softest insides to them. And stitched into the inside were your initials. These must’ve been custom made, possibly by Celci herself. You thank her profusely.

Burt had a simple Santa hat on and passed you a little box with some ribbon. You untie it and inside it is a keychain. It was a replica of the ones to drive the ship, but this one had miniatures of a wrench, an ice cube, a pistol, a hammer, a captain’s hat and even a mini Invincible II.

“It’s important to always keep those important close at hand,” he states. You smile at the gift and thank him. For once, this bit of wisdom from him did not freak you out.

Gunther was next. He wasn’t wearing anything different to his normal clothes (“It’s Die Hard! It’s a Christmas film!) but it was clear that someone, probably Celci, had put a snowman beanie on his head. He passes you something that seemed to be wrapped in foil. It was a custom made silver blaster that had your name engraved into the handle.

“For when you need protection exploring the new planet!” Though it did seem very excessive, he did reassure you it had a stun mode on it. You thanked him too.

Then various members of the rest of the crew came over to wish you merry Christmas and in the end you even got dragged to the theatre room to watch some of the classic Christmas films. Mark and Celci got into another one of their fights (Mark wanted to watch The Grinch Who Stole Christmas but Celci was determined to watch White Christmas). But in the end the crew took a vote and watched both of them and one or two others too.

It was getting very late and you were just about ready to go and sleep when someone tugged your hand. You looked to see it was none other than Mark.

“Come with me.”

You both promptly slip away from the party. He leads you to a quiet hallway and oddly stops you in one of the archways.

“I, uh, wanted to give you my present.”

“Mark you didn’t have to-" you try to say but then he put a finger over your lips, silencing you. He then points upwards, and you follow your finger to then see there was something hanging from the ceiling. Mistletoe.

Oh.

You glance back at him. He waits to see if you were okay with what was about to happen. You nod and both of your lips gently brush against other while he embraces you. He gently pulls away and you can feel him smile as he whispered, “merry Christmas, Captain.”

Maybe Christmas wasn’t too bad after all.

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Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope you all liked this short story just in time for Christmas! I hope you are all safe and I will see you guys (hopefully) in the new year - Anx :)

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anxious-cosplayer · 1 year

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Writing Prompts

Hey guys, I’m opening my requests for any fanfic requests! Just message me what prompt number and either the ship you want or if it’s a reader insert, which character you want!

Do you want me to go?

I’m not jealous.

Say it!

That doesn’t even make sense!

Are you awake?

I told you not to fall in love with me.

Shut up.

I don’t want to be your secret anymore.

I’m sorry. Forgive me.

I’m not sure I can trust you.

That’s my partner you’re talking about.

Make me.

Is that my hoodie?

Don’t worry, I’ve got you.

We need to talk.

You’re really comfy.

Dance with me?

No, no! I’ll pay.

Did you…did you just kill them?

Drop your weapon!

This isn’t goodbye.

No, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.

You weren’t meant to hear that.

I can’t do this without you.

What were you thinking?!

Just kiss me.

Well, this is awkward…

Oh? You’re my roommate?

Like…a date?

It’s not ‘nerdy’!

We were in the middle of something!

What are they doing?

Just one date.

One catch, you can’t tell anyone.

Why are you so tall?!

I promise.

Our anniversary. You didn’t forget, did you?

Since when did they have tattoos?

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there’s a war going on!

That was your first kiss?!

Leave them alone!

I let you down.

Did I stutter?

Sorry, I just got lost in your eyes there for a second.

Can I come in?

Don’t post that!

I’m not yours anymore.

Let me help you.

We’re NOT getting a dog.

Did you draw that? It’s beautiful!

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anxious-cosplayer · 1 year

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Masterlist

Requests are open! I am accepting x reader requests (within reason) for certain fandoms and some Sanders Sides related content. Stuff will be slow due to university but I’ll do my best!

If you want some ideas for prompts take a look here!

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Sanders Sides

Break a Leg (Prinxiety) (Ongoing) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

West SIDE Story (Prinxiety) (Ongoing) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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Star Wars

(Coming soon)

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In Space With Markiplier

Merry Christmas Captain (Head Engineer!Mark x GN!Captain!reader)

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #star wars #fanfic #x reader #writing prompts #break a leg #break a leg fic #west side story #west side story fic #iswm #in space with markiplier

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anxious-cosplayer · 1 year

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UPDATE 2022 EDITION!

Wow it’s been a while since I’ve posted on here! Don’t have a whole lot of time to finish off any of the stories I started on here but I’d be happy to try if people really want me to.

I hope we’re all doing okay - I’ve low key missed you all! Spreading lots of love and hugs :)

- A x

#update post #update #thomas sanders #fanders #fan fics #fanfic #fan fic #break a leg #break a leg fic #prinxiety #west side story fic #west side story

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anxious-cosplayer · 4 years

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Update!

So it’s been a while but I wanna know if you all want me to continue writing my series?? I know it’s been a while but I haven’t had any requests for them. I have a few drafts but idk. Let me know! :D

#update #thomas sanders #fan fics #update post #fanders #west side story #west side story fic #break a leg #break a leg fic #prinxiety

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anxious-cosplayer · 4 years

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@twilight-fander thank you! I’m sorry I haven’t been that active!

Relationship status: Taken

Favorite color: Purple

Three favorite foods: Indian curry, Pasta and Burritos

Song stuck in my head: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Last song I listened to: Right Hand Man from Hamilton

Last thing I googled: sesame street characters (i can explain)

Time: 6:40pm

Dream trip: Japan

Anything I want: To meet up with my boyfriend cause covid SUCKS

Tagging: @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @thatsthat24 idk that many people im sorry ;-;

rules: tag ten people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by: @alvezstan

relationship status: single

favorite color: yellow

three favorite foods: pizza, fench fries and Panda Express Lol

song stuck in my head: Any Broadway song from my favorite musicals

last song i listened to: Black and White by Niall Horan

last thing i googled: bucket hats

time: 10:50

dream trip: All the Disney Parks

anything i want: to meet the cast of CM

I had fun. Now it’s your turn 💕: @emilyxprentiss @aaron-hotchner187 @thelukealvez @thedoctorthatscalm @zzzugzwanggg @vivianabakshani @baumarvel @drpipecleaner @magnificentmgg @ssa-sugar-tits

#tagged #about me

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anxious-cosplayer · 4 years

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Okay everyone, buckle up. It’s story time.

So yesterday I played my first ever D&D game. And after we followed a Tiefling into his abandoned bar and agreed we would help him go murder a dwarf politician lady, we all decided to settle for the night.

So knowing the chaotic group I’m in, I decided to share my room with the only other girl. Two other guys go into a room and immediately one of them (a Half-Orc) jumps on the bed and makes a seductive pose.

The rest of us were super confused and immediately were questioning “what are you doing? You’re not a bard lol” but then before the DM could do anything, the other guy (a Dwarf) also said “I don’t care what you say, I’m totally jumping in”

The Half-orc guy goes “well then” and immediately starts playing Careless Whisper on his soundboard and everyone fucking lost it.

So now we’re travelling with a gay couple and they proposed at the end of the session and if they both survive they’re getting married and I’m officiating cause I am a Cleric.

#d&d #dnd #dungerons and dragons #cleric #dwarf #half-orc #marriage #gay #gay marriage #love #proposal #story time #bard #wtf is my party doing #help me #theyre so chaotic #i cant handle them

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anxious-cosplayer · 4 years

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So in the baby brother au post, there was this comment that I loved and I had to draw it.

In this AU, Deceit and Virgil were both adopted. Deceit is 8 years old and Virgil is 5 months old.

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anxious-cosplayer · 4 years

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West SIDE Story (Prinxiety) Chapter 5

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Word count: 2.6k (biggest chapter ever!!) Warnings: mentions of gangs, war council, talks of violence, talk of police violence

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Outside of Picani’s store, the gang of Jets had gathered at approximately midnight. Some of the members were keeping a lookout for either police or the Sharks. They were so focused on where the hell the Sharks were, hadn’t even noticed that Patton had joined them. Brittney was the first to cut through the silence.

“Where the devil are they?”

“Maybe they’re cowards,” Joan shrugged, standing next to Tayln, almost quite protectively.

“We’ve still got time. Cool it,” Dahlia said, leaning up against a lamp post. “Thomas and Taylor aren’t even here yet.”

Brittney growled, “come on!”

“You’re getting on my nerves!”

“He doesn’t use a switchblade or an atomic ray gun,” Talyn said, the others turning to see what they were talking about. In their hands was a comic book, however, the title and cover couldn’t be seen.

“Who doesn’t?” Dahlia asked.

“Superman. Gee, I love him.”

“So marry him,” Joan teased, which received a small smack from Talyn. Patton jumped down from his spot on the stairs.

“I’m never going to get married!”

Joan scoffed, “you are never going to get married because you’re too ugly.”

Patton turned to him, “listen, jailbait, I kicked your butt twice and I can do it again!” He lunged at him but was stopped by Logan, who told him firmly to stop. Patton couldn’t help but get a little flustered. Thomas and Taylor then finally arrived.

“Okay, everyone present and accounted for?”

The Jets all gave numerous peals of approval. Thomas smiled at them all.

“I’m proud of all of you. You did great at the dance tonight.”

“So where are they?” Brittney growled.

“Unwind, Brittney. Has anyone seen Roman?”

Everyone shook their heads. Thomas was a little worried about him, especially after the shake up Deceit gave him. However, he knew that Roman could definitely handle himself in a tight spot if needs be.

Joan piped up, “hey Thomas. What do you think the Sharks are going to ask for?”

“Mercy,” Thomas said quite harshly.

Dahlia was a little nervous about the whole thing, “just rubber hoses maybe?”

“Relax, we’ll be ready.”

“I’m ready!” Brittney cried out

“Hell yeah!” Joan chimed in. Patton padded over to where Thomas was, Logan letting go of his shirt.

“Thomas, look, in a tight spot, you’re going to need every person you can-”

“No,” Thomas said firmly. Patton was about to start arguing once again but then Officer Camden pulled up in a police car, another officer at the wheel. He pokes his head out of the car.

“Hey, you!”

The Jets started chiming in, messing with the officer.

“Hey, you!” “Hey, who!” “Who, who!” “Who, me!” “Who, hah!” “Hah, who!”

Camden opens the door and gets out of the car. Thomas smiles at him. “Top of the evening, Officer Camden.”

“You!” Camden points directly at Talyn, who stuttered out a nervous response, to which Joan got a little protective.

“Yeah, you. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Oh, yes sir. I’ve got twenty-twenty hearing!”

“Why did you answer me?” Joan then stepped in front of Talyn, separating them from Camden’s view.

“Their mother told them to never answer back to a cop.”

Camden glared at Joan. “Do you want me to run you in?”

“Indeed not, sir.”

Camden turned to look at the whole gang. “I ought to run all you punks in! Why are you standing around here for? Blocking the sidewalks, are we?”

Thomas put on an innocent act. “We’re afraid to go home, Officer. It’s such a bad environment.”

Joan nodded sadly, “we don’t get any love there.”

Dahlia chimed in, “oh, it’s awful.”

Brittney leaned up against a nearby wall. “If you don’t leave us to stay on the streets all night, we’ll turn into a bunch of juvenile delinquents.”

Camden huffed and turned to look at Thomas, sticking his baton right in his face. “Listen, I know you guys were cooking up something at the dance tonight, so don’t think-”

“Hey, Camden! C’mon, quick! We got a ‘ten thirteen’!” The driver called out to Camden who started to get back into the car.

“Go on! Get a move on. All of you! And don’t let me catch any of you around here when I get back!” The car door shut and the car pulled away from the curb. Brittney rushed out onto the street.

“Hey! Hey hey hey! You forgot to say goodbye.”

Dahlia looked down sadly. “They treat us like we’re not even human.”

Talyn nodded too. “He was really mad, huh?”

Joan shrugged. “Nothing happened. A big fat nothing.”

Thomas cleared his throat, which caught everyone’s attention. “We’ll show him. Those cops believe everything they read in the papers about us. So that’s what we’ll give them. Something to believe in!”

He turned to Taylor, who got the cue. He started imitating Camden.

“Hey, you!”

“Me, Officer Camden?”

“Yeah, you! Give me one good reason for not dragging you down to the station, you punk!” He pretended to hit Thomas over the head with some newspaper.

“Dear kindly Sergeant Camden, you got to understand. It’s just our bringing upkeep that gets us out of hand. Our mother’s all are junkies, our father's all are drunks. Golly Moses - naturally we’re punks!”

Joan joined in with Thomas. “We ain’t no delinquents, we’re misunderstood. Deep down inside us, there is good!”

Everyone nodded, “there is good!” They all turned to Taylor, still acting as Camden. “Camden, we got troubles of our own. Gee, Officer Camden we’re down on our knees.”

Thomas chimed in over the top of the others. “Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease.”

The others nodded. “Gee, Officer Camden, what are we to do? Gee, Officer Camden! Screw you!”

The gang started to cheer and holler at what their leader was saying, when Emile ‘Doc’ Picani, owner of Picani’s, walked out of his shop to see the entire gang there. He chuckled a little at their antics.

“Curfew, everyone. Aren’t you all up a little late?”

“Some of us have insomnia, Doc,” Joan responded as the gangs started to walk into the store.

“Have any of you seen Roman tonight?” Picani asked. Patton laughed.

“You bet we did.”

Picani looked a little sad, “he was supposed to clean up the store.”

“Maybe he decided to clean up the Sharks instead,” Tayln piped in.

“Roman?” Picani was very shocked by this. The gang all started to settle inside of the store, which was a little corner shop full with everything a person could need including places to sit with tables.

“Hey, Picani - you’re not closing up now,” Thomas said, taking a seat.

“I’m not?” Picani just wanted to go home yet here they were.

Thomas nodded, “we’re having a war council here.”

Picani’s eyes blew wide. “A who?!”

Dahlia nodded, “to determine weapons!”

“We’re going to set up a mix with the Sharks,” Joan clarified.

Picani shook his head as he went back behind the counter. “Weapons. Could you all just play some basketball?”

“Get with it, Picani,” Patton said, trying immensely to act tough in front of the others. Picani went to turn off the lights but was blocked by Brittney. Picani backed off and sighed.

Thomas just smiled innocently but it came off smug, “we got to stand up to them, Doc. It’s important.”

“Fighting over a little piece of land is so important?” Picani was getting a little annoyed.

Brittney growled, “to us it is.”

“To hoodlums, it is! War councils, rumbles, why when I was your age-”

Brittney exploded, “when you were my age?! You were never my age! The sooner you creeps get that, the sooner we’ll all get along!”

Picani glared right back and was about to say something back when suddenly all the members of the Sharks started to come into the store. Picani frowned, worried. There was immediate tension between everyone. No one said a word. Thomas turns to Patton, and signals for him to beat it. Patton gives him a pleading look but Thomas just shakes his head. Patton stands up and looks at Logan, who gave him a sorry look back. An unspoken message went between them before Patton turned back to the exit of the store. He glared at the Sharks as he slinks past as he walks out of the store and out onto the street.

Thomas looked back to where Deceit was. He called out to Picani, “set them up, Picani. Cokes all around.”

Deceit cut in, “let’s get down to business.”

Thomas kind of smiled. “Deceit hasn’t learned the procedures of gracious living.”

Deceit let out a sharp laugh, “I don’t like you, either.” His face contorted to a snarl, “so cut it.”

Thomas turned to Picani. “Kick it, Picani.”

“Please, couldn’t you maybe all talk it-”

“Kick it!” Picani paused before walking out to the backroom, realising it was useless to argue. The gangs either sat down or stood behind their leaders. One or two was left to be on the lookout just in case. Thomas cleared his throat. “We challenge you to a rumble. All out, once and for all. Accept?” Thomas extended his hand out.

Deceit eyed it suspiciously. “On what terms?”

“Whatever terms you’re calling. You’ve crossed the line once too often.”

Deceit flicked his eyes up to meet Thomas’. “You started it.”

Thomas lowered his hand. “Who jumped Joan this afternoon?”

“Who jumped me the first day I moved here?”

“Who asked you to move here?” Brittney spat.

“Who asked you?” Dom cut in. They were about to jump each other but both Logan and Remy signalled to their leader it would be best if they didn’t. Silence fell before Deceit smirked.

“We accept.”

“Time?” Thomas prompted.

“Tomorrow?”

“After dark.�� The leaders shook hands. Thomas prompted again, “place?”

Deceit maintained eye contact. “The park?”

Thomas turned to check with Logan if that would work. It was clear between them it wasn’t. “The river?”

Deceit turned to Leo to get confirmation. Leo shook his head so Deceit turned back to Thomas. “Under the highway.” The leaders shook hands.

“Weapons,” Thomas began until the doorbell tinkles as Roman comes running in.

“Hey, Picani!” He stops as he realises both gangs were here. Deceit glared daggers into Roman, wanting nothing more than to get revenge. How dare that man touch his little brother! Thomas called his attention back to the meeting as Picani comes back into the room to see Roman.

“Weapons!”

“Weapons,” Deceit mumbles bitterly.

Thomas smiled, “you call.”

Deceit smirked, “your challenge.”

“Afraid to call?”

Deceit thought about it before responding. “Sticks.”

“Rocks.”

“Poles”

“Cans.”

“Bricks.”

“Bats.”

“Clubs.”

“Chains.”

Roman butted in, “bottles, knives, guns!” Both gangs turn to stare at him but Roman just shakes his head. “What a coop full of chickens!”

Brittney got offended. What on earth was Roman doing insulting them? “Who are you calling chicken?”

Deceit chuckled, “every dog knows his own.”

Roman stood by Picani. “I’m calling all of you chicken. The big tough gangs have to throw bricks! Afraid to get close in? Afraid to slug it out? Afraid to use plain skin?”

Talyn was a little confused, “not even garbage?”

“That isn’t a rumble,” Brittney cried out.

Thomas turned to her. “Says who?”

Deceit turned to Thomas and pointed a finger at him. “You said call weapons.”

Roman butted in. “A rumble can be clinched by a fair fight. If you have the guts to risk that. Best man from each gang to slug it out.”

Deceit turned to look and Roman and smirked. “I’d enjoy risking that. Okay. Fair fight!”

Both members on either side of the gang started to protest before Thomas yelled over the top of them. “The commanders say yes or no!” Silence fell across both groups before Thomas held out his hand to Deceit. “Fair fight.”

Deceit shook his hand and stood up from his seat, looking directly at Roman. “In two minutes you will be like a fish after skinning,” he spat. Thomas stood up from his seat.

“Your best guy fights our best guy - and we pick them.” It then hit Deceit that he wasn’t going to fight Roman, but someone else from the gang, most likely Logan.

“But I thought I would be-”

“We shook on it,” Thomas interrupted.

Deceit glared at Roman. “Yes. I shook on it.”

Brittney, still upset for not being able to fight, saw an opportunity to get this to be an all-out rumble again. “Look, Deceit, if you wanna change your mind, maybe we could all-”

She was cut off by the lookouts who had whistled, signalling that someone was coming. The gangs mixed together, putting up a façade that they were all getting along just nicely. Lieutenant Terrence then walked into the store, seeing them all being mixed up and seemingly getting along. Picani decided to say something.

“Good evening, Lt. Terrence. Roman and I were just closing up.” Silence fell across the room. Terrence glared at Deceit’s gang.

“Clear out, Sharks. Sure; it’s a free country and I haven’t got the right. But it’s a country with laws: and I can find the right. I got the badge. Beat it!”

Deceit looks to Thomas, who nods in his direction. Deceit nods to his gang and they all get up and start to leave. Once they’re gone, Terrence turns to the Jets. “Say, fellas, where’s the rumble going to be?” Nothing was said. “The river? The park?”

Silence.

“I’m for you. I want this cleaned up and you can do it for me. I’ll even lend a hand if it gets rough. Where are you gonna rumble? The playground?”

More silence. Terrence got angry at this. “Get smart, you stupid hoodlums! I ought to fine you for littering the streets! You ought to be taken down to the station and have your skulls mashed to a pulp!” He smirked and tried to rile them up. “How’s your old man, Joan?” Joan stiffened but didn’t say anything. Terrence looked to Brittney, “How’s the action on your mother’s mattress, Brittney?”

Brittney lunges for him but is stopped by Logan and Thomas. The whole gang started to rush out the store to stop Brittney from beating up the officer. As they leave, the Lieutenant yells out to them. “One of these days there won’t be anyone to hold you back! I’ll find out where you’re gonna rumble, but be sure to finish each other off. Because if you don’t, I will!”

Terrence looked back at Roman and Picani, who just looked a little shocked. Terrence pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “You try keeping hoodlums in line and see what it does to you!” He leaves the shop. Picani huffed.

“It wouldn’t give me a mouth like his.” Picani wiped down one of the countertops as Roman put a hand on his shoulder.

“Forget him. From here on in, everything goes my way.” He started to clean up and turn off some of the lights. Picani turned to look at him.

“You really think it will be a fair fight?” Roman nodded, and Picani noticed he was a little off. He seemed different. Like he was floating. “What have you been taking tonight?”

“A trip to the moon. And I’ll tell you a secret. It’s an angel that lives up there.” Roman opens the door to leave, “well, buenas noches, señor.”

Picani’s eyes blew wide. “Buenas noches?! So that’s why you made it a fair fight!” Roman smiled and nodded in return but Picani stopped him before he could leave. Roman was clearly in love with one of the Sharks. “Roman, things aren’t tough enough?”

“Tough? Picani, I’m in love!”

“How do you know?”

“Because…” Roman thought for a moment before responding, “there isn’t any other way I could feel.”

Picani frowned, “and you’re not frightened?”

Roman grinned, “should I be?” And with that, he left the store. Picani sighed and looked over at where the war council took place. He shook his head.

“I think I’m frightened enough for the both of you.”

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Okay so everyone has been saying really nice things about this series and it actually makes me cry every time I see someone enjoying the series. I want to dedicate this chapter to those who have reblogged and people who are huge fans of this series. You’re just so amazing! - Anx

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West SIDE Story (Prinxiety) Chapter 4

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Five Word count: 1.7k Warnings: mentions of gangs, talks of a war council

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Virgil. Virgil. Virgil.

Only one word could circle his mind. One person. One name!

Virgil. Virgil. Virgil!

Oh, what one name could do to a man. He could practically sing. His mind finally cleared, allowing him to think. Roman had only now finally processed what just happened. He just met a boy named Virgil, and at that moment he finally knew that name would never mean the same to him. He slowly moved his hands up to brush his fingers against his lips. He kissed him. And how wonderful that kiss was!

Virgil. That name was simply the most beautiful sound that Roman has ever heard.

Roman ran around the streets of New York. Where could he be? He simply wished for him to appear.

“Virgil? Virgil?!” He called out as he went from alleyway to alleyway. Finally, he was walking through an alley, where a fire escape climbed up to the rear window of a flat.

“Virgil, Virgil…”

“Shh!”

Roman wiped his head up to see the very boy he had been looking for, sitting in the window looking down to the alley. A grin spread across his features.

“Virgil!!”

“Quiet!” Virgil whisper yelled.

Roman couldn’t believe it was him. Really him! Not just a figment of his imagination. “Come down.”

“No.” Virgil shook his head, but it pained him to refuse.

“Virgil…” Roman hated seeing him like this. It pained him to his very core.

“Please. If Deceit-”

“He’s at the dance,” Roman reassured, “come down.”

Virgil looked away, still seemingly sad. “He will soon bring Remus home.”

Roman practically begged, “just for a minute.”

Virgil smiled and suddenly Roman’s world seemed so much brighter. “A minute is not enough.”

Roman returned the grin, “for an hour, then.”

“I cannot.”

“Then forever!”

“Ssh!”

Roman looked at the fire escape and then back at Virgil. “Then I’m coming up.” He started to climb up the many stairs. A woman’s voice, Virgil’s mother, called for him.

“Momentito, Mama!”

“Virgil!” Roman called for him as he climbed up the stairs.

Virgil hissed at him, “calladito!” Roman had almost reached the top of the stairs, but Virgil lifted a hand to stop him from coming closer. “Shh!” He put his other hand to his lips, gesturing to him to be quiet. Roman didn’t stop and merely grabbed Virgil’s outstretched hand.

“Shh,” Roman copied Virgil, smiling as he does so. Virgil’s eyes shone with concern. He didn’t want Roman to get hurt.

“It’s dangerous.”

Roman held Virgil’s hand close to his chest, “I’m not ‘one of them’,” clearly referring to his ex-gang.

Virgil sighed, “you are; but to me, you are not. Just as I,” he gestured to inside the flat, “am one of them-”

Roman interrupted, “To me, you are all the-”

Virgil covered Roman’s mouth with his free hand. A deep male voice resonated from inside the apartment.

“Maruca!”

Virgil turned to inside the home. “Si, ya vengo, Papa!” As soon as Virgil knew they were safe, he removed his hand and turned back to Roman.

Roman was confused, “Maruca?”

Virgil chuckled, “his pet name for me.”

Roman smiled, “I like him. He will like me!”

Virgil’s face fell a little. “No. He is like Deceit. Afraid.” Then suddenly he burst out into laughter, which made Roman’s heart absolutely soar. “Imagine being afraid of you!”

Roman couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He softened a little. “You see?”

Virgil reached out to touch Roman’s face, who leans into Virgil’s hand. “...I see you.”

“Virgil, see only me.”

“Only you. You’re the only thing I’ll see forever. In my eyes, in my words, and in everything I do. Nothing else but you.” Virgil sighed.

Roman put a hand over Virgil’s. “And there’s nothing for me but Virgil. Every sight that I see is Virgil.”

“You and me.”

“You and me…”

The pair moved in closer, and much like before, their world melted away from them as they kissed delicately. And so much conveyed in one kiss. Roman knew that something like this would happen. Some sort of miracle would happen. And now here they are, and their world had forever been transformed into a shining star. Then the voice of Virgil’s father called for him.

“Maruca!”

Virgil pulled away but stayed close to Roman. He moved his hands away from the other boy. “Wait for me!” He rushed off into the apartment to go talk to his parents. So Roman waited for his love to come back. Eventually, Virgil came running back into the room, which seemed to be his bedroom.

“I cannot stay. Go quickly!”

“I’m not afraid.”

“They are strict with me,” Virgil walked over to the window. “Please.”

Roman leaned through the window and kissed Virgil’s cheek, which made the boy blush brightly. “Goodnight.”

“Buenas noches.”

Roman whispered, “I love you.”

This made Virgil super flustered, and very much a deep shade of pink. “Yes, yes. Hurry!”

Roman started to climb down the fire staircase. Virgil stayed in his window and watched Roman slowly start to leave. Out of impulse, he called out. “Wait!” Roman stopped and looked back up at Virgil. “When will I see you?”

“Tomorrow?” Roman suggested shyly.

“I work at the bridal shop. Come there.” Virgil smiled slowly, very much excited to see Roman again.

“At sundown?” Roman knew exactly where to go.

“Yes. Goodnight.”

Roman started to leave again but Virgil then realised he had some more to say. “Roman!”

“Shh!”

Virgil realised how loud he was. He covered his mouth and then whisper yelled down to him. “Come to the back door.” The last thing Virgil wanted was anyone from his family or friends to see him with Roman. It could be dangerous for both of them. Roman merely smiled.

“Si.” Virgil grinned and Roman melted.

“Te adoro, Roman.”

“Te adoro, Virgil. Sleep well.”

Virgil leant back into his room and closed the window as Roman ran off into the shadows, just in time as Deceit, Remus and the rest of the gang arrived, still wearing their outfits from the dance. Remus and Deceit were still in a debate from the events that happened at the dance.

“He has a mother,” Remus huffed, “and a father.”

Deceit sighed, “they do not know this country any better than he does.”

Remus was exasperated. “You do not know it at all! People here are free to have fun! Virgil is in America now.”

Deceit exaggerated and mimicked Remus, “We’re in America now!”

Remus started to storm away from Deceit as the rest of the gang started to gather on the roof with them. “Ai! Sometimes I don’t know which is thicker. Your skull or your accent!”

Deceit started to coo at Remus and chase after him, yet Remus was still pissed at him. The pair moved around the roof as eventually, Deceit captured Remus is a hug by wrapping his arms around the other boy’s waist. Remus grumbled and yelled at Deceit. Remy decided to join all of them on the roof.

Deceit turned to him, “Remy, how was Virgil when you took him home?”

“He was alright. Dee, he was only dancing!” Remy argued, but Deceit was swift to put that argument to rest.

“With an ‘American’.”

“Says you!” Remus pointed out. Deceit turned to glare at him.

“You are not so cute.”

Quill piped up from the back, “that Roman is!”

Valerie nodded, “and he works.” Remy sighed and nodded along with them.

“A delivery boy.” Remus walked over to where Remy was and away from Deceit, to his dismay.

“And what are you?”

“An assistant!”

“Si!” Deceit quickly came over to where they both were. “And Remy makes half of what Roman makes - he’s American!”

Remus signed. “Ai, here comes the whole commercial.” Deceit started to recite words as Remus mocked him for it as they had heard it over and over again.

“Your mother is Polish, your father’s a Swede but you were born here and that’s all you need.” Deceit stopped as Remus took off, severely mocking him.

“But us? Foreigners!” Valerie, Quill and Dom all joined in. “Lice! Cockroaches!”

Deceit got mad. “Well, it is true! You remember how we were when we first came! Did we ever think of going back? No! We came ready, eager-”

Remus cut him off, mocking once more, “with our heart open!”

Valerie joined, “our arms open!”

Dom shook his head, “you came with your mouth open.” This earned a hard slap on the arm from her.

“You’ll go back in handcuffs!” She spat.

Deceit chuckled. “I’m going back with a Cadillac!” The boys, Remy, Leo, Dom and Kenny, all chimed in with different phrases.

“Air-conditioned!”

“Built-in bar!”

“Telephone!”

“Television!”

“Compatible colour!”

Remus huffed and Deceit smirked. The argument continued. Remus and some of the girls arguing that their new life was full of opportunity and freedom because now they were in America. The boys, however, counter argued that America was violent and crowded, and full of people who did not care about them at all. If you wanted a piece of this world, you would have to fight for it. The gang went back and forth until it was time for them to go to the meeting. Remus and a few others had to wait back at home.

Deceit walked up to him before he left, “well?”

“Well?” Remus was like a parrot.

“Will you or won’t you?”

“Well, will you or won’t you?” Deceit got a little annoyed. Remus smirked and wrapped his arms around Deceit’s neck as Deceit wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist.

“You have your big, important War Council. The Council,” Remus peck Deceit on the lips, “or me.”

“First one,” Deceit gave him another kiss, “then the other.”

Remus breaks away from him, giggling slightly. “I am an American boy now. I don’t wait.”

Deceit growled, “back home, you knew your place.”

“Back home, you didn’t have war councils!” Remus shot back. Deceit just took Remus’ hand and kissed it, not breaking eye contact.

“I thought you wanted me to be an American.” He chuckled and turned to the others. “Vaminos, chicos, es tarde.” Dee looked back at his lover and whispered, “buenas noches, Remus.”

And with that the Sharks departed to go to Picani’s store, ready to face the Jets for the War Council.

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Thank you to everyone for your incredible support to this series!! Every time someone reblogs or likes or comments on one of the chapters I just feel so happy. You guys deserve the world <3 and I hope you all liked this chapter! - Anx

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West SIDE Story (Prinxiety) Chapter 3

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Four - Chapter Five Word count: 1.7k Warnings: mentions of gangs, talks of a war council

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The dance hall was decorated with large streamers, a disco ball and balloons. Both gangs were dancing with their partners. They most definitely enjoyed themselves, however, their faces remained cool and collected. The line between the two gangs was clear and distinct. Thomas and the Jets were all dancing, Taylor and Dahlia also joining the group. However, Logan was keeping a lookout for when Deceit arrived so he could let Thomas know. Officer Camden was there, watching the crowd and ready to step in if a brawl did happen inside the hall.

Virgil walked in with his brother, Remus and Remy. He was dazzled by the lights, the music, and the crowd. All of it is just as amazing as he imagined and more. Dee starts introducing everyone to his little brother, who rarely was allowed to come out and meet the gang. Logan went over to Thomas, and the two made their way over to where Dee was, Joan close behind them.

Deceit noticed this interaction. He started to square up, Dom and Kenny getting ready to help out. Just as silence finally settled over the room as the gangs got ready to talk, the person running the dance decided to but in before any kind of fight occurred. Good ol’ Rafaela!

“All right, boys and girls! Attention, please! Thank you!” Rafaela looked around. “It sure is a fine turnout tonight.”

All the gang members and their respective friends were all cheering and bantering away. Rafaela struggled to regain control over the crowd. “We want you to make friends here, so we’re gonna have a few get together dances! Form two circles: one group on the outside, and the other on the inside.”

“And where are you?” Talyor asked. Rafaela tried to laugh but it just came out as quite awkward.

“Alright. When the music stops, each person will dance with whoever is opposite. Okay? Okay! Two circles kids!” They clapped twice. The rest of the danced clapped twice back at him, clearly jesting. They did not want to end up dancing with someone from the other group.

“Well, it won’t hurt you to try.”

Silence fell over the two groups. Thomas steps forward and turned to his gang. He didn’t come here with a partner but they all agreed to dance together as friends, except if they did have a significant other. Thomas held his hand out towards Dhalia. She nodded and walked forward, ready to beat the opposition in a ‘dance off’. They stood in their respective places, beginning the two circles. A challenge had been thrown down.

Deceit was not going to back down. He walked over to where Thomas was and stood next to him before turning back and holding out his hand to Remus, smirking. Remus grinned and strutted over to join him, standing in the other group. The leader clicked their fingers and soon other members of their respective gangs joined.

“That’s it! All right, here we go!” The music started to play and the two circles walked in different directions. They lapped each other twice before the whistle that Rafaela had was blown. The music stopped and everyone looked at their new dance partner, who just so happened to be from the opposite side. They all looked at each other and the ‘get together dance’ failed quite quickly as everyone went back with their original partner.

The mambo had started.

The dance was now a competition. Deceit and Remus danced together with their fellow Sharks cheering them on. The other side showed Thomas and Dhalia being cheered on by their fellow Jets. The dance only escalated more and more with the rest of the gang dancing against their opposition.

It was at this point that Roman turned up to the dance, wearing his red suit with a white shirt adorned with gold buttons. His top few buttons were undone, showing off his chest a little. His hair was slicked back and styled nearly. He looked extremely handsome. Thomas, Dhalia and Logan all ran up to him, very happy that he finally turned up. But then the Sharks were soon seen to step up their game.

Remus and Deceit danced elegantly and salsaed their way around in circles. A mixture of yellow, green and black. Despite the fact that this was a competition to show off their skills, it still showed their passion for each other. Thomas, now noticing that they are losing, quickly jumped back onto the dance floor, Dhalia quick at hand. The hall, still separated in their two sections, was buzzing with electricity through the dance moves and the loud music that was being played by the band. The people on the sidelines still cheered and clapped in rhythm for the respective side.

But then, something happened. Something that neither side was aware of. Neither side was expecting. In fact, the chances of something like this happening were slim. Almost a million to one. Yet, it still occurred. Two eyes met, from either side of the large room.

They couldn’t take their eyes off of each other. It was an instant chemical reaction between them. Strong and powerful, yet tender and loving. The chaotic crowd faded away as they slowly made their way over to each other. They were completely lost in each other; unaware of anything, any place, any time, anything except for the person in front of them.

Roman was the first to break the tension, so completely enamoured, “you’re not thinking I’m someone else?”

Virgil shook his head, “I know you are not.”

“Or that we have met before?”

Virgil smiled. “I know we have not.”

Roman’s heart was going to burst. He simply couldn’t handle the emotions coursing through his body. “I felt… I knew something was going to happen, had to happen. But this-!”

Virgil interrupted, “my hands are cold.”

Roman quickly took them into his. Virgil chuckled, “Yours, too.” Roman boldly moved his hands to touch Virgil’s face. An action so tender, so innocent.

“So warm.”

Roman whispered, “yours, too.”

“But of course. They are the same.” Virgil smiled at Roman again, but only very softly this time.

“It’s so much to believe - you’re not joking me?”

Virgil looked deeply into Roman’s eyes. “I have not yet learned how to joke that way. I think now… I never will.”

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Roman kissed Virgil’s hands. And then slowly, as if to not spook the other, they leaned towards each other.

Closer.

And closer.

And even closer…

… until they lips innocently met.

And as soon as the moment began, it was quickly pulled away from them. Literally. The pair were pulled apart from each other, and Roman was met with the absolutely fuming face of Deceit.

“You! Stay away from my little brother!”

Roman’s eyes widened, “brother?”

Deceit turned to his brother, Remy and Remus quickly coming over to see what was going on. “Couldn’t you see he’s one of them?!”

Virgil shook his head, “No! I saw only him.”

Thomas hurried over to where Roman was to help back him up. Deceit almost snarled, “I told you. There’s only one thing they want from an innocent boy like you!”

Roman protested and went to move closer. “That’s a lie!” Thomas put a hand in front of him to stop him from stepping forward.

“Cool it.”

Remy glared daggers at Roman, “you stay back!”

“Keep out of this Remy,” Roman turned back to Virgil. “Don’t listen to them!”

Deceit stood in front of Virgil, who was still trying to look around at Roman but was held back by Remy. “He will listen to his brother before-”

Thomas started speaking over the top of him, “if you guys want to settle-”

Rafaela stepped in between the group. “Please! Everything was going so well! Come on. It won’t hurt you to have a good time.” The music started back up again, but softly as if it was just playing to occupy the space. The groups moved back into their respective sides, much to the dismay of Roman and Virgil.

Deceit turned back onto his baby brother, finger pressed firmly against Virgil’s chest. Deceit was absolutely fuming still. “I warned you-”

“Don’t yell at him, Dee.” Remy defended Virgil. Deceit glared at him as if to say something but decided he was done arguing.

“Take him home, Remy.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. But this was the first time he was having fun! “Dee, please! It is my first dance!”

Deceit shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please. We are family, Virgil.” He moved his hand on his nose to rest on Virgil’s shoulder. “Go.”

Remy grabbed Virgil’s hand and started to lead him away to the exit. However, in doing so, Virgil walked past Roman. Virgil lingered, stopping both himself and Remy from walking. He looked at Roman, who stared right back, and so much was conveyed between them through mere eye contact alone. Remy tugged Virgil’s hand gently.

“Come, Virgil.” And with that, Virgil left with Remy but had certainly not forgotten about the man he just met.

Roman looked at the exit, his eyes had not left the spot where he last saw the man dressed in deep purple colours. The name still upon his lips.

“Virgil…”

Deceit turns and starts storming towards Roman but is intercepted by Thomas. Deceit snarls, “I don’t want you.”

“I want you,” Thomas jutted his chin out a little to assert dominance. “For a war council - Jets and Sharks.”

Deceit smirks, “the pleasure is mine.” Thomas moved to take them both outside but Deceit stops him. “I would not leave my people here alone. Especially with your kind around.” He shot a look at Roman. “We will meet you in half an hour.”

“Picani’s store?” Deceit nodded.

“And no jazz before then.”

Deceit rolled his eyes, “I understand the rules, American.”

And with that, he moved back to go see where Remus had gotten to. Thomas turned to where Logan was. “Spread the word.” Logan nodded and walked off to where the others were.

Roman had not moved. He slowly walked out of the dance hall, as if in a trance, and then walked outside, looking out onto the street and up at the stars.

“Virgil…”

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I hope you guys enjoyed this next chapter! It’s been a bit of a draining week for me so I had plenty of motivation to write this. Special thanks to everyone who has supported the series by reblogging. You are all amazing! <3 - Anx

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West SIDE Story (Prinxiety) Chapter 2

Chapter One - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five Word count: 1.4k Warnings: talks of gangs

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The sun started to set as the afternoon rays of five thirty started to glimmer through the clouds, shining down on the city. And by a small, local drugstore was two boys in the back alley. Roman, the ex-Jet, was painting a new sign that read ‘PICANI’S’ in a slightly curvy font. Thomas paced back and forth in front of him.

“Come on, Roman! Why not? You can’t say you won't, without saying ‘why not’?”

Roman grins in response, “why not?”

“Because it’s me asking! Thomas! Come on Princey!” Roman chuckled in response to the nickname that Thomas called them, his childhood memories of them together coming back. Roman lets the sign dry in the sunlight and get stopped by Thomas once again.

He shakes Roman’s shoulders, “Roman, this is important!”

“Very important, Rocketman.” Thomas rolls his eyes. He paced once more before leaning up against the wall, looking at the other man.

“What’s with you? Four and a half years I live with a buddy and his family. Four and a half years, and I think I know a man’s character. Buddy boy, I am a victim of disappointment in you.” This resulted in a very heavy eye roll from Roman who started to get ready to go back to work. “End your suffering, little man. Why don’t you pack up your gear and clear out?”

Thomas smirked in response, “Because your mother has got the hots for me.” Roman glared and grabbed Thomas’ arm and twists it behind his back. “No! It’s because I hate living with my hecking uncle! Uncle! UNCLE!”

Roman releases his arm and grabs the sign and the ladder, getting ready to hang it up. “Now go play nice with the Jets.”

Thomas grins as he thinks of his family, those special guys, gals and non-binary pals. “The Jets are the greatest!”

“Were.”

“Are. You found something better?” Thomas caught Roman off guard this question as he stuttered out a ‘no, but-’. Thomas pressed for answers, “but what?”

Roman shook his head and went back to what he was doing. “You won’t dig it.” Thomas was willing to do anything if it meant that he could have his old friend back.

“Try me.”

Roman hesitated before starting to put everything down, “okay!” He sat with Thomas on two milk crates as he started to share his thoughts. “Every single damn night for the last month, I wake up, and I’m reaching out.” Roman looks off wistfully, his hand reaching out slightly. Thomas was intrigued.

“For what?” Roman dropped his hand.

“I don’t know. It’s right outside the door, around the corner. But it’s coming!”

Thoams pushed for more answers, “What is? Tell me!”

Roman huffed, “I don’t know. It’s…” he grasped for the right words to use. “It’s like the kick I used to get from being a Jet.”

“Or from being buddies,” Thomas mumbled. Roman looked forlorn at his friend.

“We’re still buddies.”

Thomas shook his head and stood up from the crate. “Without a gang, you’re an orphan. With a gang, you walk in twos, threes, fours. And when your gang is the best, you’re out in the sun and home free!”

“Thomas, no!”

A silence fell over the two boys, Thomas sighed as he got on his knees, now restoring to begging.

“We need you. I never asked the time of day from a clock, but I’m asking you. Please come to the dance. I already told everyone you would be there.”

Roman smiled at his friend after a moment and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What time?”

“Ten?”

“Ten it is!”

The boys shake hands and stand up, Thomas grinning and brimming with excitement as he thanks Roman over and over.

“Who knows? Maybe what you’re waiting for will be at the dance!” Thomas ran off, footsteps echoing down the pavement as he ran out of reach of sight and sound.

Roman turned back to the shop and sighed, “who knows?”

Roman almost started to sing his feelings, as he did often when he had something on his mind. “There’s something due any day; I will know right away, soon as it shows. Who knows? It’s only just out of reach, down the block, on a beach, under a tree.”

He jumped on some boxes. “I got a feeling there’s a miracle due; gonna come true; coming to me!”

He grinned, “something’s coming, I don’t know what it is but it is gonna be great!”

He paused.

“Who knows? It’s only just out of reach, down the block, on a beach… maybe tonight…”

He grabbed the sign and went to go hang it up above the store.

Meanwhile, across town, a small bridal shop that had closed containing two men. One, wearing his green flashy suit, clearly been tailored to fit him. The other was shorter, wearing a black shirt and black dress pants.

“Por favour, Remus! Don’t make me wear such a stupid tie.”

“Stop it, Virgil.”

“Just let me unbutton the top few buttons. How much could two buttons do?”

“Too much.” Remus helped fix the cuffs of Virgil’s shirt. Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Remus, this is an outfit for dancing, no longer for going to church.”

Remus chuckled, “with those people around you can start dancing and end up needing to go to church.”

Virgil started pleading, tugging on the sleeve of Remus’ shirt. “Querida, a few buttons! Una poca poca-”

Remus interrupted, “Deceit made me promise-”

“Ai! Deceit! One month I have been in this country - do I ever even touch excitement? Why did my brother even bring me here?

Remus rested his hands on Virgil's shoulders, “to marry Remy.”

Virgil sighed and moved to look out the window. “When I look at Remy, nothing happens.”

Remus seemed confused, “what do you expect to happen?”

“I don’t know. Something.” Virgil thought for a moment before saying, “I think I will tell Mamma and Poppa about you and Dee in the balcony of the movies.”

Remus gasped, “I will rip this to shreds to shreds!” He jabbed a finger at Virgil’s outfit.

“No! But if we could undo a few buttons-”

“Next year.” He grabbed the final two pieces of the outfit and started to put it on Virgil. Virgil grumbled his way through it.

“I hate this tie.”

“Then don’t wear it and don’t come with us to the dance.”

“Don’t come?!”

Remus, while Virgil was ranting, had put on a waistcoat that was a deep purple, the tie was also shades of purple and black. He pulled Virgil to face in front of a mirror, cutting off what he effectively was saying as he looked himself in the mirror. “Well?”

A large smile spread across Virgil’s face. “Si! It’s beautiful! Gracias!” Virgil gave Remus a huge hug as Remus chuckled away. Deceit and Remy both entered the room, watching the pair smiling. Deceit smirked.

“Are you ready?”

Virgil was absolutely beaming. “Is it not beautiful?” He spun around showing off his outfit. Deceit, dressed in his signature black and yellow suit nodded and walked over to hug his little brother.

“Yes, it most certainly is.” He gently kissed his little brother on the head. Virgil fitted neatly under his chin. So small. If anyone ever tried to hurt his little brother, he knew he would give them hell for the rest of their life.

Remus cleared his throat quite loudly, gaining Deceit’s attention. “Sorry, I didn’t quite hear…”

Deceit smirked and slowly moved over to Remus and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Very beautiful,” he kissed him.

Virgil turned around to see Remy waiting at the door. “Come in, Remy! Don’t be afraid.”

Remy shyly walked in and walked over to where Virgil was. Remy was a handsome enough man. Taller than Remus but shorter than Deceit was a nice grey suit. Still, Virgil felt nothing. Deceit turned to Remy. “You will keep both eyes on Virgil tonight, in case I cannot. You too, Remus.”

The two reposed positively in Spanish. Virgil rolled his eyes. “My brother is a silly watchdog.”

Deceit chuckled, “my brother is a precious jewel.”

“What am I? Cut glass?” Remus chimed in as he finished cleaning his station, his green, glittery outfit shining against the light.

Virgil smiled at his brother, “Dee, it’s most important that I have a wonderful time at the dance tonight.”

This confused the older brother. “Why?”

Virgil grinned, “because tonight is the real beginning of my life as a young man of America!”

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Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long to make, however, I hope it’s well worth the wait! The third chapter is in the works right now and requests are still open! Let me know what you all think about this idea! - Anx

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Dear Frozen Yogurt

Virgil: Dear frozen yogurt, you are the celery of desserts. Be ice cream or be nothing.

Virgil: Zero stars.

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Break a leg - Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil) Chapter Three

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The new light worked fine, and the performance went on to be a success once again. Virgil sat in his light booth, watching scene after scene of rehearsed lines and songs before the show came to an end with a loud and thunderous applause. The emo couldn’t help but smirk a little as he saw how much Roman lived for the applause.

Virgil turned on the house lights as the curtain fell and waited for the audience to start clearing out. He wanted to go home as he was certainly ready to climb under the covers and stay up watching YouTube and scrolling through Tumblr. The audience quickly cleared out in hopes that they could catch some of the cast before they left. Virgil turned all the rigging off and left the booth, locking the door behind him.

Virgil pulled his hood back up and over his head and left the theatre, headphones firmly on his ears. People were already swarming the cast members for photos and Virgil had to weave his way through the crowd to the exit. What he didn’t notice was that Roman was trying to catch his attention. But they were too far away from each other and it was much too loud to hear each other. Roman had missed his chance.

Virgil went home safely that night and did stay up way too late watching conspiracy theories and looking at new Good Omens fanart. Did you know that Avril Lavigne died and was replaced by another person back in 2003?

On Monday, Virgil was awoken by his alarm and quickly rushed to get ready for school that day. Sunday was the day off for the cast and crew so Virgil had tonight to look forward to. He found that he actually liked the theatre now.

One walk later, Virgil arrived at school. Patton and Logan were waiting for him. And as soon as they saw him, Virgil did give them a guilty smile.

“Virgil you have got to stop skipping breakfast, young man!” Patton scolded him and handed him one of the muffins that he had in his bag. That was the great thing about Patton. He and his parents loved to bake so he almost always had some baked goodies on him.

“I know, I know. Thanks, Pat,” Virgil took the muffin gratefully. Apple and cinnamon. His favourite.

The bell rang and all the students started to scramble to class. Virgil went class after class, time passing by him quite quickly as he worked quietly. After all, no one really bothered him. I guess that was the advantage of being a social outcast. Patton and Logan would sit next to him when they had classes together and met up with him at lunch and recess. It was a normal school day.

Until that afternoon.

English was an okay subject for Virgil. He liked writing stories and reading the plays but he hated writing essays. They were very time consuming and not interesting. It was also the class where Logan and Patton sat with him. Virgil walked into the classroom to find that everyone was staring at him. Was he late? He glanced over to his seat.

Oh, come on.

Where he and Logan would sit, he found the space occupied by Roman. Patton and Logan were seated behind him instead. Virgil slowly walked over to see if there were any other seats but it was the only one left. He sat next to Roman, while everyone else in the class glared daggers at him. Oh god, this was so humiliating!

“Hey!”

“Hi.”

The tension was palpable. Everyone must hate him so much right now. This was really scary. Virgil sunk back into his hoodie and seat. Roman opened his mouth to talk to Virgil some more but then the teacher walked in announcing they would be starting Shakespeare today.

Virgil took this opportunity to try and block Roman’s attempt at conversation by concentrating on reading Romeo and Juliet but soon the teacher said they should discuss the story and characters in pairs. So Virgil was forced to cooperate.

“I tried to talk to you on Saturday night but you left,” Roman began. Virgil started to spiral. Does this mean he hates him now? But he didn’t notice him. There were so many people! How was Virgil meant to know!? And now Roman probably wants nothing to do with him.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologise! I can talk to you now!” Roman gave him a dazzling smile. Virgil was almost blinded by it. “I just wanted to get to know you better.”

Now Virgil was confused, “me? Why do you want to get to know me?”

“You intrigue me. I want to know what you do when you aren’t in the theatre. Like what your favourite subject is! Or what you do in your spare time when you aren’t buried in assignments.” Roman quickly glanced to see if the teacher noticed what they were doing but it was clear that they were too engrossed in their computer to care. Roman attention remained on Virgil, waiting for him to answer.

Virgil stayed silent, too embarrassed to answer, and Roman was a little taken back. Patton was not having this and kicked the back of Virgil’s chair, prompting him to speak. Virgil cleared his throat a little, “well, I like art.”

Roman eyes sparked. He had an answer! Virgil then proceeded to mumble things that he likes to do, “I watch a lot of conspiracy theories and listen to My Chemical Romance.”

“My Chemical Romance? That emo band from 2009?” Roman meant it jokingly but Virgil kind of took it the wrong way.

“If you’re just gonna make fun of me then don’t bother asking to get to know me.”

Roman panicked, “no! I didn’t mean it like that! Prssh! My Chemical Romance is MY favourite band! I love their music!”

Virgil could tell that Roman had never listened to an MCR song in his life. “Who’s the lead singer?”

“Um… G-Gerald? Gerald Wayne?”

Virgil burst out in laughter. “Gerald Wayne?!” He quickly shut up when he saw the other students stared at him for laughing. Roman thought his laugh was beautiful.

“It’s Gerard Way,” Virgil mumbled. The silence was hung between the pair as the other classmates chatted away.

“Did you know that Avril Lavigne probably died in 2003 and they replaced her with a similar person so they could keep the brand alive?”

Virgil was a little shocked that Roman knew about such conspiracy theories. They soon started to rebuttal theories and Virgil (somehow) fell even more for the theatre boy.

The bell shrilly rang and Virgil started to pack his bag, ready to leave. Roman stopped him before he could go.

“Hey! Are you gonna go to the afterparty for the musical at the end of the week?” Roman gave him the most dazzling smile. Virgil was a little overwhelmed by it, to be honest. So bright!

After he recovered from that, Virgil finally processed what he said. The afterparty? No way! His anxiety was bad enough with everyone in the class staring at him. There was no way in fresh hell he was gonna go to any party.

“Um, no.”

Roman stuttered a little, “o-oh.”

“Yeah, I’m not really one for parties. Too loud and too many people.”

“Well, please tell me if you do reconsider. It would feel wrong without you there.”

Roman flashed Virgil one last smile and Virgil sheepishly nodded as Roman left the room. My god. Virgil finally let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.

Logan and Patton finally joined him.

“So?” Patton pestered, “did it go well?” Virgil smiled as Patton squealed a little.

“He did ask if I was going to the afterparty but I said no.” It was at that point Logan had something to offer.

“Fascinating. I had heard he was planning on taking someone to that. I wonder who he was going to ask.”

Virgil shrugged it off, “it’s probably just a rumour.”

Patton resisted the urge to roll his eyes all the way back into his head.

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I am so so SO sorry this took so long to come out but I certainly hope it was worth it! Schoolwork does sometimes get in the way of my projects but oh well. Let me know your thoughts! Requests are still open - Anx

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