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inklingowl · 3 years

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O.o elaborate on the alpaca tags

So fair warning, the depressed alpaca story is not a happy one. TW animal illness and death.

Back when I was in college, my friend and I got summer jobs at a horse farm in the Catskill mountains. It was a small but lovely little farm expertly tended by the owner. In addition to the 20 or so horses there were two alpacas on the farm co-owned between the barn owner and her sister in law. The sister in law initially wanted them for their fiber, both selling it and using it herself. Since there was already a farm in the family, it was easy enough to obtain a stall and pasture space. Alpacas couldn’t be that much different then horses anyway, right? They’re both herd animals, they each have four legs, they eat hay, just treat them basically the same, easy peasy. Unfortunately, over the course of that summer everyone on the farm got a crash course in just how not true that assumption was.

As the days passed my friend and I started to be concerned that the local sheep/alpaca shearing guy still hadn’t made it out to free our fuzzy friends from their wool coats. Daytime temps weren’t too terrible yet but we were well into June at this point and it was only going to get hotter. Not wanting the poor things to get heat stroke we offered to shear them ourselves. After all, we’d body clipped horses before and already owned large animal grade electric clippers. It’s the same basic concept, what could go wrong? The alpacas were clearly unhappy about us invading their personal bubbles with noisy clippers but other than some concerned humming they just laid down and let us do whatever we wanted to them. We went slow and gave them frequent breaks- which is what you do with horses to minimize their stress. I now know that this is NOT what you’re supposed to do with alpacas. It’s more beneficial for them to make the process as quick as possible in order to limit the total amount of time they are stressed. After a few hours the job was done and we went to bed satisfied that we had helped make them more comfortable.

The next morning it was apparent that something was very wrong. The alpacas couldn’t stand, kept falling over out of their kush position, and kept bending their heads backwards to stare up at the ceiling. The large animal vet was immediately called out. After examining them, he explained that their symptoms matched a meningeal worm infestation. White tailed deer are the intended host for meningeal worms but they can also infect other ruminants such as alpacas. These worms can cause spinal and brain lesions that cause neurological affects similar to human polio. The vet believed that the stress of shearing the day before may have also stressed the parasites and sped up the neurological damage which is why it appeared seemingly overnight. One of the alpacas ended up being euthanized a few days later, as his neurologic issues were severe enough that he did not respond to treatment. The second alpaca responded better and was up and walking, rather wobbily but walking, after a day or two of medication.

My friend and I felt horrible and responsible for what happened so we became determined to nurse the remaining alpaca, Remy, back to health. We took him for walks around the farm multiple times a day to try to build back up his muscle strength and coordination. Shearing him had also reviled a rash on his belly, similar to a diaper rash, from the excess fleece holding urine too close to his skin. To treat this we had to wash the affected area and apply ointment daily. He hated this and objected with a combination of glares and deliberately laying down whenever we tried to wash/medicate his belly. We ended up having to devise a sling system of soft ropes under his abdomen which were then tied to the wall to keep him standing during this daily procedure. It was an utterly ridiculous set up but it worked, while simultaneously earning us yet more dirty looks from Remy.

As much as he frequently got irritated with us he also seemed to get upset whenever we walked past his stall and didn’t take him out. It became increasingly apparent that he did not want to be left alone and would rather tag along with us whenever he could. We started spending a lot of time on alpaca husbandry web sites trying to figure out how to improve the quality of life for our sad little wobbily muppet friend. Turns out, alpacas are so bonded to their herd mates that you should never under any circumstances keep just one. They should always be kept in a group, minimum two, three or more is better. If kept alone they will often get so stressed they will die.

Naturally we took this information to the barn owner and told her it was in Remy’s best interest to either rehome him to a farm with other alpacas or to buy him a friend. At this point the barn owner was feeling pretty out of her depth with caring for this poor little train wreck of a creature and she was willing to find him a new home. Remy’s co-owner however wanted to keep him. They’d already invested a lot of money between the initial purchase price of two animals and all the repeat vet visits. Not to mention they already lost one of them, she didn’t want to go through all that just to lose custody of the second alpaca as well. The one thing they both did agree on was that they couldn’t afford to spend a couple thousand dollars to buy a replacement to be Remy’s companion.

As the summer progressed we started to feel hope, Remy did in fact improve. His rash cleared up, and he got strong enough that he was able to be turned out in a pasture with two of the oldest and most gentle horses on the property- whom he pointedly ignored. He’d come tottering up to the fence whenever we walked by though. We were still his surrogate herd. Unfortunately as we feared, his improved health did not last.

My friend and I went out of town one weekend and when we returned we were told that Remy had bloated when we were gone and the vet had been called out yet again. Bloat is a type of gas colic and it can be fatal. The vet recommended a mixture of dish soap and baking soda be syringe fed into him to help counteract the bloat. I still am unsure exactly what this does digestive chemistry wise, but I’m told it’s an old treatment for gas colic in ruminants. All I know is Remy hated it. It was the only time I ever saw him spit at people. He recovered but bloated yet again just a few weeks later, once again when my friend and I were out of town for the weekend. By this point the barn owner was noticing a pattern. In addition to him bloating whenever his preferred humans missed a day of visiting him, when he was found bloating he was always laying upside down on a slope in the pasture- head pointing downhill and feet pointing uphill. It was unclear if he was laying in that position due to discomfort and pain or if laying in that position is what was triggering his bloat episodes. Either way, he would make no effort to right himself. It was like he would just give up on life and lay down to die.

I know that it seems like I'm just anthropomorphizing by implying that he might have been intentionally trying to end his own life but it really seemed like that's what was happening. Remy was a very sensitive and dramatic individual, which as far as I can tell is a pretty standard personality for alpacas. Combine that with what we read about them frequently dying of stress when kept alone and you can see how we could come to that conclusion.

My friend and I started to get very concerned as the summer came to a close and we packed up to move back to college 3 hours away. We'd gotten very attached to our depressed alpaca charge, and felt responsible for his wellbeing. Unfortunately he wasn't ours and thus we couldn't just take him with us. We once again pleaded the case of either getting him a friend or rehoming him and hoped at the very least he'd bond with another human or horse in our absence. Alas, within a month of us leaving, he bloated yet again and didn't pull through that time.

So yeah, not a happy story. The moral of it is to do lots of research before getting an animal, routinely deworm your livestock, and accept that sometimes it's in the best interest of the animal to find a new home. It doesn't matter if you would lose a financial or emotional investment, part of being a responsible pet owner is acknowledging when you can't give them what they need and finding someone else who can.

#we did the best we could with the situation we were given #the depressed alpaca story usually triggers a combination of sadness and disbelieving laughter #it's certainly a lot to take in #a laugh at how ridiculously over the top it seems in order to prevent yourself from crying kind of thing #one person remarked that while the story was tragic Depressed Alpaca would make a hell of a band name #anywho alpacas can be tricky to keep alive #tw animal death #tw animal illness #sorry this took a lot longer to type up then I initially thought it would

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snowdice · 4 years

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Folds in Paper (Chapter 3: Eye of Gold; Thigh of Blue)[Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, eventual Logan/Virgil (maybe more)

Characters:

Main: Janus, Patton, Remus

Appear: Remy, Emile, Virgil, Logan, Roman

Summary: Janus, a disillusioned senior agent working for the Time Preservation Initiative, struggles to find meaning in a world where time travel could change everything about your life’s history in less than a moment. When time distortions start popping up, threatening the timeline and the fabric of reality as he knows it, it becomes a race against the clock to fix the damage before everything unravels. And the problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12 and your time is up.

With a partner who has more mysteries in his past than Janus had anticipated and an enigmatic free agent time traveler mucking about time always with a clever pun or a time appropriate pet name on his lips, Janus will need to figure out what went wrong with time, and more importantly, how to fix it.

Chapter Summary:

Eye of gold Thigh of blue True is false Who is who?

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

AO3 Part 1 Part 2

Janus and Remus both appeared at the same moment a couple of feet apart in what looked like the inside of a garden shed. There was already a man waiting for them a few feet away. “Sup babes,” Remy said, just like he always did. The T-Agent looked their costumes up and down and whistled. “Now that,” he said, “almost makes me want to be one of you time jockeys.”

“They wouldn’t let me have a gun or a canister of moonshine,” Remus pouted.

Remy snorted. “Sorry, babes, but that makes my job a lot easier. If I’ve gotta fish you outta the 1920s criminal justice system, I’d rather it not be because you shot someone on accident ‘cause you don’t know how to use the safety.”

Remus groaned dramatically. “Everyone is lame.”

Remy just shook his head. “Meet back here when you’ve got the necklace,” he said. “Don’t make a move until after 11:05pm and before 11:17. That’s your window.”

“We know,” Janus said. “See you then.”

“Have fun at the party boys,” Remy said and then lowered his shades to look at Remus, “but not too much fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Remus, already towing Janus out of the garden shed. The way had been specifically cleared for them, so they met no other people before they’d rounded the house the party was taking place in and had gotten onto the driveway in front of the house.

Without missing a beat, they strolled up to the front of the house, just as a car pulled into the end of the driveway. Janus rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, a man who was clearly the butler answered the door. They handed over their invitation, and the man immediately let them in.

The party had already started when they slipped into the medium sized ballroom that had been decked out in streamers and other decorations. Janus’s nose immediately wanted to scrunch as the smell of sweat from all the dancing already going on as well as the too strong perfume meant to cover said stench wafted over him. It was by far not the worst smelling time period, but he was pretty sure some people still weren’t aware deodorant had been recently invented.

He checked his time piece which had been disguised as a fancy wristwatch for this trip. “Okay,” he said. “We have about two hours before we need to make our move. We should…”

Remus’s attention was already being dragged away by a young man who seemed to be providing guests with food. “I’m going to go ‘mingle’,” he said, winking.

“No!” Janus hissed. “Re- Richard! No!”

Yet, he was already disappearing into the horde of stinky bodies, likely to go scandalize a bunch of rich folks, and leaving Janus alone. Janus mumbled a curse under his breath that he was sure no one around him would understand even if they could make it out.

Unsure what to do with himself, he wandered over towards where the live musicians were playing jazz music, being sure to keep out of the way of the dancers. He was edging around the makeshift dancefloor, when one of said dancers must have misstepped and knocked into another one. The second man stumbled right towards Janus, arms pinwheeling. Janus reached out on instinct to catch the man as he fell.

There was a moment where the two of them just stared at each other, surprise evident on the other man’s face. He was wearing a mask that just covered the area around his eyes and the top of his nose, revealing a smattering of freckles across his cheeks that Janus imagined extended to his nose. The mask was a light blue velvet with a flower stuck on the side near his right ear, and a trail of curled golden ribbon bobbed down around his chin. The party continued on around them, a blur of movement and sound.

“Are you alright?” Janus asked.

The man blinked up at him and then tilted his head slightly to the side as though confused, before a smile slowly grew on his face. “Oh, I’m fine, Dove.”

“Dove?” Janus asked.

He giggled. “You have dove feathers on your mask,” he explained, reaching up a hand to touch one. His finger brushed the tip of Janus’s ear, “and I don’t know what else I’m supposed to call you.”

“My name is Lee,” he automatically lied.

“Is it?” he asked, sounding amused. “Doesn’t seem to fit you well. I like Dove better.”

“Oh?” asked Janus. “And what’s your name so I can not call you that?”

The man chuckled. “Call me Pat.”

“Hello Pat,” Janus said.

“I thought you didn’t want to call me by my name.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Hmmm,” Pat said, finger tracing idly across Janus’s forearm which was when Janus realized with a start that he was still holding the man in his arms. He quickly went to release him, which Pat allowed with clear amusement. Yet, instead of completely stepping away, Pat grabbed Janus’s arm. “What are you doing all the way over here by the way?” he asked. “Don’t you want to dance.”

“Oh,” Janus hesitated. “I don’t really dance.” Or at least not in the way the people around him were. He’d had basic training for this style, but it had been a while and he was a bit rusty.

“Everyone dances Dove,” Pat claimed. “At least if they know the steps and have the right partner.”

“But I don’t know the steps,” Janus said with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed. “Well, I know the dance pretty well by this point,” Pat said. “Why don’t I teach you how it goes?” He was agreeing with the soft beseeching tone before he even realized it. Pat pulled him into the middle of the throng of people. He seemed to think, bopping his head to the music playing for a moment, before looking back at Janus. “Heard of James Johnson?”

Janus inclined his head.

“Well, have you heard his new song? Because there’s a dance that goes with it.”

He took a few steps away from Janus and started to dance. Despite his claim to know the steps, he wasn’t particularly good, but he made up for any loss of rhythm with pure enthusiasm.

Janus found himself smiling at the man, and after a few moments, joined in with the dance. Despite his lack of practice, he ended up having a better natural rhythm than Pat. Pat didn’t seem to mind that he was being outperformed, however. On the contrary, he giggled at himself the couple of times he stumbled.

When he fell into Janus’s arms for the second time that night, Janus decided he’d probably had enough dancing for the moment and pulled him off to the side to get something to drink and cool down a bit.

He watched the man take a snack and some punch from one of servers with a happy “Thank you!” before turning back to Janus. Pat was easily able to keep Janus’s attention as they chatted. He was bubbly and soft, and Janus found himself enchanted as they talked.

He was explaining the steps of a different dance, a couples one. “Knowing how to perform the tango will entrance any girl you want,” Pat said, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. “Assuming you’re that type of fella.”

“As opposed to what?” Janus asked.

Pat leaned in a bit closer. Not too much, but enough that he was definitely in Janus’s space. “A different type of fella,” he said simply, before smiling and leaning back.

Janus let out a shaky exhale and took a sip of punch. He glanced over at Pat. “Tell me about yourself, Pat,” he said.

Pat hummed in contemplation. “Well, I went to France recently.”

“You did?”

“Oui, but I ran into some trouble”

“What kind of trouble?” Janus asked curiously.

“Oh, the kind with a pretty boy and crepes that were way too sweet. Anyway,” he continued. “Other than that, I mostly help out my friend. He’s an inventor.”

“And how do you help him?”

He shrugged, “Running errands mostly, and making sure he gets enough sleep, because otherwise he gets distracted and forgets. And you?”

“I’m a banker,” he said, remembering his cover, but felt compelled to add, “but I like to travel as well.”

“You do look the type?”

“And how is that?”

Pat shrugged. “I can always tell a wandering spirt from the masses, and you are easy to spot.” Pat looked at him then with a secret smile on his face, and Janus felt suddenly known, like the man in front of him had known him for years even though they’d only just met. Looking at him then, he wanted suddenly for that to be fact and not a flight of fancy.

He was brought firmly back to reality in the next moment. “Lee,” a pointed and familiar voice said. Janus’s head snapped up to see Remus, staring at him. He tapped his wrist. Janus glanced at his own wrist: 10:58pm. He just barely managed not to curse.

“I,” he said looking up at Pat. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“That’s okay,” Pat said easily. “It is getting rather late.”

“Yes,” Janus agreed. “Well… goodbye.”

Pat, titled his head, a half smile on his face. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

Janus nodded, and turned away from him towards Remus. He didn’t look back as they excited the ballroom. They snuck into a small side closet for coats that wasn’t being used as it was summer.

“So,” Remus said when the door closed behind them.

“Don’t,” warned Janus.

“I’m not one to judge,” Remus said.

“Shut up.” He glanced at his watch. It was 11:02. “We’ll go in 5.”

“I have to give it to you. He was very cute.”

“We’re not talking about it.”

Remus just laughed joyfully, and Janus did his best to halt the blood rushing to his cheeks.

At 11:07, well into their window, they slipped back out of the closet, and towards the stairs as the party raged on.

Despite how Remus usually never shut up, he was able to be quiet when it counted. They snuck to the master bedroom of the home’s owners in silence. The door was already wide open by the time they got there, and Janus didn’t think anything of it. At least, he didn’t until they entered the bedroom, and there was someone already there.

The man turned from the dresser he’d been standing in front of to face them, sending Janus the same smile he had down in the ballroom. Janus and Remus both froze. “Sorry, sweetie,” Pat said. “Were you here for this too?” he held up the necklace they’d been sent for. He closed his fist around the charm made out of time travel tech.

“What?” Janus said.

Pat giggled and winked. “Unfortunately, I need it a bit more than you at the moment. So, I’m gonna have to go.” Janus stepped forward, not really sure what he was intending to do, but Pat just smiled. “See you some other time, my Turtle Dove.” With a snap of his fingers and loud crack, he disappeared. The mask he’d been wearing fluttered to the ground.

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kieraswriting · 3 years

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Coffin Chapter Thirty-Two

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I actually had a lot of friends that became hunters, or at least that’s what they said. They also said I was being a wimp, but anyway. They locked me in a room with a vampire once. But it… no, she didn’t attack me. Didn’t even try to. Her eyes were all red and everything, but she just left me alone. Anyway. I just agree with you, the hunters aren’t all good. And they aren’t right about everything.

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That happened to me too! What is it, some kind of initiation? Or I guess you weren’t a hunter, so maybe not. But the vampire just asked if he could have some blood, which creeped me out, but I said yes cause I thought he might still attack me if I said no. And it actually doesn’t hurt??? And I’m fine??? It’s really not as bad as they keep saying.

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That is NOT how it goes! I don’t know what you people are making up stories for, but I’ve been attacked just for walking in the wrong place! And then I was under some kind of mind control, forced to do whatever it wanted me to for whatever sick reason.

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Mind control??? They can’t do mind control, you must’ve been high or something.

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You know, once I saw a baby vampire. Or well, a kid. It was holding onto some lady’s hand, as if it was a human, but it’s eyes were glowing, so it was obvious anyway.

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I’ll bet the lady was a vampire too.

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I saw a kid too! She was the sweetest thing! It was like five years ago. She just walked up to me and bit my arm, and then told me I couldn’t move cause she was hungry. It really doesn’t hurt, so I was more surprised than anything else, and I just let her until her dad (hopefully her dad) ran up and got her. He was so apologetic too, it was actually pretty cute.

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Cute??? You’re calling vampires cute now??? They kill people!

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Not all of them! My mom was a vampire, and she was very nice!

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Virgil set the phone down, sighing and rubbing his face. It made him exhausted, just reading through everything. But it was better than making more videos.

As much as he recognized the need, and wanted to be actively helping, the nightmares that just the first one had sparked had led to him being in Patton’s bed almost all night. And he… he didn’t like that. Not that he disliked Patton’s company, it was actually the only thing soothing him back to sleep, the warmth, and grounding, and complete comfort. But he didn’t want Patton to think of him as a baby. And perhaps more than that, he didn’t want to think that way of himself.

But still, there was that need. And it was more important than some nightmares and internal worries. So Virgil pushed himself up and went to ask Patton. With as much as he’d not wanted Patton before, now he just wanted it to be Patton, not Roman.

When he saw Patton he had a sudden, impulsive thought. He bit down on his lip, not wanting to act on it, but also wanting to a lot, and still very indecisive when Patton turned around and saw him, thus cutting off his chance.

“Hey, Virgil! What’s up?”

He gave Patton a crooked smile. “I thought I could try again with making the videos.”

“Alright, if you’re sure.” Patton said, somehow managing to look both encouraging and concerned at the same time.

The set-up was still there, so really they just had to sit down and start recording. That should be easy. It wasn’t. Virgil kept adjusting the fabric slightly, and shifting things, and Patton kept helping him to straighten things out, until it became clear that without ironing, the sheets were never going to be perfectly smooth. Virgil frowned at them.

“We don’t have to do this now, if you don’t want to,” Patton said softly.

The urge to cave in to that was so strong, so very strong, but… but this was bigger than him. He needed to do this. It didn’t even hurt him, it just brought up bad memories.

“If-- um…” Virgil swallowed. “What if, if I do do this now… can I ask a favor?”

Patton smiled. “Of course you can. You can always ask favors.”

Virgil looked away, “Well it’s… it’s just a bit bigger than most favors.”

Patton looked almost concerned. “How about yes, but even if we don’t end up doing the video, or if we only do a little, you still tell me what it is, ok?”

Virgil smiled, almost chuckling. He didn’t really doubt that Patton would agree to his favor, he just… he felt like he needed that permission first.

And then he sat down in the middle of the sheets and Patton turned the phone camera on.

Virgil took a deep breath. “Alright. It’s like a conversation. Just like I’m telling you what happened.”

Patton nodded.

Virgil leaned back a bit and pulled his shirt up to expose his stomach. It was still mottled and shiny in many places with intersecting scars. He took in another slow breath, fighting the urge to breathe faster. He’d never liked his stomach before, when he was a human, but he’d give anything to have that little twinge of dissatisfaction back instead of what he felt now when he looked at himself.

“I… I should probably explain what a thrall is first,” he said, tearing his eyes away and looking up at Patton instead. “It’s where a vampire bites a human, and instead of drinking their blood, or sometimes also, they sort of mind-control them. Um… I didn’t know how to do it until a week or so ago, and I still can’t really control it. But… there was a hunter-- should I use names?”

Patton sort of shrugged. “Not ours, but sure.”

“Ok. There was a hunter named Liam Hart, and he came to a house where I was staying with a human. He thought… so the human was a hunter too, but he… likes me?”

Patton’s face suddenly became almost comical, ‘of course I like you!!’ written all over it.

Virgil smiled a bit, even with the intense anxiety rushing through him. “Anyway, because this hunter liked me, Liam Hart thought that I’d thralled him to force him to like me. And he…” it was getting harder to breathe again, past the lump swiftly rising in his throat. Virgil spoke very quickly, just wanting to get it over with. “He took us back to his house and he took Pa-- the other person inside where he couldn’t get out, and he took me into the--” he had to pause for a moment, getting more than a bit lightheaded. He didn’t dare look up at Patton again. If he did, Patton would interpret it as a cry for help and call the whole thing off.

“He took me into the barn and I tried to fight back thenwhenIhadn’tbeforeandtherewerealotofthemandtheytiedmetothewalland-a-andputsilveronmeandI-c-couldn’tgetawayandIcouldn’ttakethethralloff-c-causethere was nothrall!” Virgil curled in on himself, tears he hadn’t noticed before dripping down onto the sheets. “I’m done.”

Patton straight up dropped the phone, dropping to his knees and stopping only just before he wrapped Virgil in a hug. “Is it ok to touch you right now?”

Virgil nodded, new tears springing up. Patton wrapped him in a tight hug.

“You did so well, Virgil. That was a very scary thing and you did it so well.”

“A-all I did was talk! And I couldn’t even do that!”

“You did. That video will make people think about what they’re doing. Really, really, think, and it’ll save lives, Virgil.”

Virgil just gripped Patton’s shirt, hiding his face in it and trying not to look at the many images flashing before his mind’s eye and trying to ignore the phantom burns.

Patton just held him until Virgil loosened his grip on his own. “What was the favor you wanted?”

The sudden burst of embarrassment was almost welcome, in comparison to the previous feelings. “I… if I… well, first I promise I’d never bite you without asking first!”

Patton nodded. “I know you wouldn’t.”

Virgil almost blushed at such a simple and easy show of confidence. “Um… anyway… if I… like if I see you, and you don’t see me, or even if you do see me, just if you didn’t you might be worried and... “ Virgil sighed. “I can’t even talk straight. Can I hug you? Like from the back, as a surprise sometimes?”

Patton’s shift from confused and a bit worried to beaming smiles and happiness was something Virgil wouldn’t quickly forget, and Patton squeezed him tighter. “Of course you can!”

Virgil breath all went out in a rush and he started to laugh, laughing even more at Patton’s confused face. It seemed his laugh was contagious, because despite asking what they were supposed to be laughing at, Patton joined in after a moment.

•^*^••

Dee was fast. All vampires, by the time they were his age, had either an interest or a need, and developed some kind of power to fulfil it. He’d needed some way of escaping, and he’d run. And now he was fast. Probably faster than Remy, though Remy was far better than him in many other areas.

And he wondered… well, if he went to go do something, could he finish before he was missed?

Because really, they needed someplace to stay. And as much as he’d wanted to hide away with just Thomas, he couldn’t deny that he’d gotten attached to the others. Even Remus. And he would need them to have somewhere safe to stay or he wouldn’t be able to truly settle.

He wanted to find somewhere where all this violence and pain wasn’t happening, and find somewhere within that place where they could stay.

But was there a place like that? And if there was, could he find it and get back before Thomas would get worried?

Perhaps…. He was almost sure to regret this, but he was going to ask Remus. Remus had been alive much longer, and if there was such a place he would know.

“Nope!” Remus said immediately, grinning. “People just hate people everywhere.”

“But-- why? ”

Remus shrugged. “How should I know?”

“But surely not everyone! ”

Remus shrugged. “Yeah, probably not, but I’ve been around, and there’s at least enough mean ones to do some damage everywhere.”

Dee let out a frustrated huff.

“Buuut,” Remus sang. “If we manage to get little Virgey’s story out there, maybe there will be a place where people just hate us, instead of trying to kill us!” He grinned, as if he’d said something that was actually comforting.

It wasn’t. Obviously.

“But if they still hate us then eventually it’ll circle back around to the killing!”

Remus shrugged. “Well, you know, we could always try and get on top. Let them be the ones in fear for a few hundred years.”

Dee scowled. “We’ve talked about this. If we try to get on top the humans will just fight back harder. Whether or not we win, that’ll be millions dead, on both sides.”

Remus shrugged. “Well, I know I’m not the only one thinking it.”

Dee sighed heavily. He was regretting coming to Remus now.

And then Thomas woke up from his nap, which very nicely broke off any further conversation.

•^*^••

Remy had an idea. It was a very fun idea.

But first he had to call Roman.

“Hey, Babes!”

“You want something.”

“What, not even a hello? Rude much?”

“Hello, Remy, what do you want?”

“If you weren’t an essential part of this plan I would hang up on you right now and you’d never get the pleasure of seeing it,” Remy said grumpily, though really, not much could dull his bright mood at the moment.

“Uh, huh. Ok, what is it?”

“I want you to get the babiest vampire blood drunk!”

Remy could hear the frown. “Now? Why? And I’m not sure he would even want to.”

“Cause everyone needs a good cheering up! Between you and Patty it’ll be easy, but you have to remember to video it. It’ll be hilarious!”

“Are… are you blood drunk right now?”

Remy frowned. “Maybe, but what does that matter?”

“Are Logan and Emile ok?”

“Now that is just rude. ”

“Ok, yeah, it is. Sorry. As far as Virgil, why?”

“It’d be funny! It’s his first time anyway, and I’ll bet he hasn’t been human-drunk before, so it’ll be even better!”

“But what if it makes him more anxious? Getting drunk can do that to some people, it doesn’t make everyone happier.”

“This kind does, though,” Remy said with a smile and a nod.

“Can you be sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, Babes!”

“Alright. I’ll ask, but if he doesn’t want to then I’m not going to push it.”

“Oh, boo. Who just walks up and asks if you want to get drunk?”

“Me, apparently.”

Remy sighed. “Okaaay, fine, party pooper.” He hung up, pouting. Roman and Patton probably tasted too bad to drink enough to get drunk from anyway.

•^*^••

Roman set the phone down. It was awkward. On the one hand, that really could be fun and amusing, and a much needed relaxation. But on the other hand, how was he supposed to bring something like that up??

“Virgil?” he called.

He couldn’t help but smile when instead of just Virgil, both he and Patton waddled in. Virgil had his arms wrapped around Patton’s waist, with his head resting on the back of his shoulder.

“I heard your phone call,” Virgil said.

Roman rubbed the back of his head, a little embarrassed. He always forgot how much Virgil could hear. “Do you… have an opinion?”

Virgil shrugged, not letting go of Patton.

“What is it?” Patton asked.

“Remy wants us to get Virgil drunk on blood and film it.”

“Oh.” Patton’s voice had a slight note of ‘that could be gross’ along with the larger ‘but maybe fun?’.

“What do you guys think?” Virgil asked.

Roman shrugged. “It could be funny, and from what Remy said, it’d be pretty fun for you too.”

“If you want to, Virgil, then go for it.”

Virgil shrugged again. “I just… don’t like the thought of being out of control.”

“I don’t think you would be out of control very much. Listening to Remy, he seemed to just have some lower inhibitions.” Roman said.

“But what if I’m drinking, and I can’t stop myself?”

Patton hugged Virgil’s arms where they were wrapped around him. “Of all people and vampires I’ve ever seen, I think you would be the very last person to do something like that.”

Virgil flushed slightly, mumbling an embarrassed ‘thanks’.

Roman turned on the phone’s camera and just left it on. “How much do you think you’d need to be full?”

Virgil’s flush deepened and he mumbled something Roman couldn’t hear.

“Virgil, I thought you said you’d been taking as much as you need,” Patton gently admonished.

Virgil hid his face in Patton’s back. “Cause I don’t need any more. I’m already biting you guys too much anyway.”

“Virgil, you’re literally cuddling Patton right now.” Roman said bluntly. “Clearly we don’t think that you’re biting us too much.”

“But I promised first that I wouldn’t bite him,” Virgil mumbled.

“Really, we don’t mind,” Patton said. “Even if you didn’t promise I would’ve said yes. Even if you wanted this just so you could bite me easier I’d have said yes.”

“Can we just stop talking about it?” Virgil asked. “I’ll eat, and get full, and then I won’t have to bite you guys any more, and you can be happy cause I’m full.”

Just so the sort-of argument could end there, Roman said decisively, “That’ll work.”

•^*^••

It never stopped feeling awkward, having to drink from people, but it was more awkward cause they were expecting something from him.

Virgil picked Roman first, mostly because he’d drunk from Patton last. And Roman was better at ignoring him anyway, which he much preferred.

He drank until he felt almost full, though he checked at least three times to be sure he wasn’t taking too much. A pleasant warmth spread through him, and he’d really have been content to stop there, but Patton was still waiting.

As he drank more, his head got a bit fuzzy, his skin just a bit tingly, and the warm feeling grew, bubbling up into slight laughter. And once he started, he could barely stop the giggles.

He swamped Patton in a hug, and let out a long, happy hum when Patton squeezed him back.

•^*^••

Thomas was cracking up laughing looking at his phone. “Dee! Dee, come—come look!”

Dee came and looked at his phone to see Virgil sitting on a couch, practically draped over Patton, grinning silly and singing. “You’re my dad! Boogie woogie woogie.”

Patton looked like he was about to start floating out of happiness, and Roman was snickering and egging Virgil on.

“What’s another one, Virgil?”

Virgil turned to Roman, and waved at the camera. “Oh, hi, thanks for checking in, I’m ~still a piece of garbage~!”

“No, you’re not!” Patton protested.

“Am too,” Virgil said, hugging close to Patton. “And you can’t be mad at me.”

“Why can’t he, Virgil?” Roman asked, still snickering.

“Cause I’m too cute to be mad at,” Virgil said, smiling up at Patton.

Thomas covered his mouth, trying not to laugh louder than the sound from his phone. He was already shaking so much it was difficult to see.

“Alright, yes you’re cute, but you can’t say that you’re garbage anymore,” Patton said.

Virgil flopped to the side. “Roooo! Heeelp. Dad’s being mean.”

Thomas burst into loud laughter, and even Dee couldn’t help a chuckle.

#sanders sides #vampire au #vampires #blood #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #emile picani #remy sleep #my own work #coffin #violence #speciesism #vampire virgil #platonic moxiety

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sonicrainicorn · 4 years

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Patton is Berry Done

Part of the Berry Done AU

Words: 4092 Desc.: Logan gets drunk for the first time in his life, and Patton realizes it’s not as fun to be on the other end. TW: Alcohol, cursing, a lot of throwing up (it’s only ever mentioned tho bc ew)

The idea came to me when I was working on the one-shot that was actually supposed to be published. whoops. Hope you like drunk Logan, anyway.

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One Friday night, Damien invited Patton and Logan over to hang out. Patton, who was very much well aware of what his brother meant by ‘hang out’, asked Thomas if he was willing to babysit. Well -- he asked Logan if he could ask Thomas. Patton was sure that asking Thomas for anything would end in his funeral. Which he understood completely. Though, if you told him last month that Thomas would genuinely threaten to break every bone in his body, he would have thought you were joking. Thomas was the nicest person he knew.

Either way, he agreed and Patton and Logan thanked him again before leaving. When they got there, Damien had already started drinking.

“Rough day at work, then?” Patton asked with a raised brow.

Damien glared at him and let them in the house. Emile and Remy were sitting on the floor, using the coffee table to play a card game. By the looks of it, Emile was winning. And by a lot. A random TV show was on that no one paid attention to. Background noise, then.

“Hi, guys,” Emile chirped. “I win again, by the way.” He flipped the dealer’s -- also known as Damien’s -- card over, nonchalantly taking a sip of wine.

In a great feat of theatrics, Remy fell back and let out a short yell. “How the hell do you win every time?”

“I told you not to play blackjack with him, but you insisted.” Damien rolled his eyes and gathered all the cards. “You should probably stop before he wins everything you own.”

“Damn bastard already has everything I own,” Remy grumbled under their breath.

Emile smiled sweetly at them.

Damien tossed the card pack at Patton, who almost didn’t catch it. “Work did suck if you must know. And I need someone to get drunk with. Remy can’t do it because they work tomorrow and Em doesn’t like to get drunk so...” He looked at Patton like it was obvious. “You definitely weren’t my first option.”

Seems someone was still a little mad. “Why don’t you just go to a bar?” Patton sat next to Emile.

“Because I want to wallow in self-pity in the comfort of my own home.” He crossed his arms. “Will you do it or not?”

“No thanks.” He started shuffling the cards.

Damien groaned dramatically. “You never give me what I want.” A buzzed middle child who was in a Mood didn’t make for good conversation, as it turned out. He turned to Logan. “What about you?”

Patton expected the answer to be the same, he had no reason to doubt otherwise, but then Logan -- Logan who took one shot on his twenty-first birthday and then never drank again, said, “Yeah, I don’t see why not”

“Oh God, yes. Finally.” Damien rushed to the kitchen with a large grin.

Patton stopped shuffling to stare at Logan with what he assumed could be translated as what the actual fuck all over his face.

It seemed to catch Logan’s attention. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You don’t drink.”

“Well, out of the two of us, I’m not the one known for doing regrettable things so I think we’re safe.”

Ooh, yikes. Yeah, that was a hundred percent called for. Patton shifted in his spot and diverted his attention back to the cards. Turns out he didn’t have any more to say.

Emile glanced between them, a small thoughtful frown on his face. He erased it with a shake of his head. “So what are we playing?”

“Poker.”

Remy sat up. “Great. I actually have a chance at this.”

“Did you want to join us, Logan?” Emile sent him a small smile.

“With the way D’s going to drink tonight?” A sly grin slid across Remy’s face. “ I think he’ll have his hands full already.”

Right on time, Damien came charging back into the room. In his arms were various supplies such as shot glasses, vodka, tequila, and a few different chasers. He set them all on the table. “Wanna match me shot for shot?” He held up the bottle of vodka with an inviting grin.

“No.” Patton snatched it out of his hand.

He made an offended noise akin to a child getting their toy taken away. “Why not?”

“Because I know how many shots you can take and I don’t want you giving my husband alcohol poisoning.”

“Ugh, fine.” He took the bottle back. “For every shot you take, I’ll take a double.”

Patton’s, “That’s not what I meant.” versus Emile's, “You’re already tipsy.” did nothing in comparison to Remy’s much louder, “Do it bitch, you won’t.”

“Alright, bet.” He sat at the unoccupied side of the table.

Emile hit Remy’s shoulder and gave them an ‘are you kidding me?’ look. They simply shrugged in response.

“C’mon, Logan, let’s see how fast we can regret this tomorrow.” He started pouring out the first shots and chasers, eager to get started. The only time Damien was eager to do something was if it caused damage -- be it to property or livers.

Logan sighed, shrugged to himself, and sat next to Damien. Patton watched wearily as he took his first shot. His face screwed up as it burned its way down. Patton could feel the phantom burns in his own throat. Straight vodka wasn’t his favorite, but it was always common at college parties. He knew the motions well. Take the shot, let it burn -- but don’t act like it burns, then sip a chaser if there happens to be one. (Though, if there was one, it was always alcoholic.) Logan didn’t know the ‘etiquette’ of drinking well enough. He reached for the chaser of cranberry juice almost as soon as it went down.

It didn’t matter though. How you took a shot was just style points. At a party surrounded by onlooking strangers? You’re going to need maximum style points for that. At a bar with some friends? Depending on the friends, style points were still important. At home just trying to get drunk? Style wasn’t the point. Besides, Logan wasn’t a drinker so his reaction to straight shots was bound to be expected.

“Oh, yeah, this is gonna suck.” Damien took a sip of his own chaser. “Ready for another round?”

Sometime after the second shot, Logan started getting a little more touchy. He placed hands on Damien’s shoulders, his arm, Patton was sure there was even a thigh at some point. And Damien was all grins and flirty compliments. Patton knew Damien’s drunken states pretty well. He flirted with anyone that wasn’t a brother of his and generally had his charisma cranked up to ten. On the flip side, he also acted like moody a sixteen-year-old. So, really, drunk Damien was just sober Damien with even less of a filter. Logan’s drunk states, on the other hand, were new territories.

By the third shot, Logan was mostly giggles. He and Damien tried to have their usual debates (also known as a normal conversation for them), but they dissolved into Logan laughing over something vaguely related and Damien testing out a pick-up line based on the topic. On the fourth, Logan kissed Patton and called him “the most beautiful man in the world”. Damien got comically offended and insisted that Logan was breaking his heart. Logan laughed, cradled Damien’s face, and called him beautiful too. As soon as the fifth went down, Logan was completely plastered. He put all his weight against Patton with a loose hand around Damien’s wrist. He started talking about how great everyone was, though he struggled to find more than three adjectives and slurred all his words.

“Nope, that’s enough.” Patton tried to take the bottle out of Damien’s hands when he went to pour another shot, but he couldn’t move with Logan at his side.

Remy took the initiative. “Unfortunately, I have to agree. Logan can’t handle anymore.”

Damien pouted and put his head in his hand. “Boo.”

“That actually took a bit longer than I expected,” Emile admitted softly.

“Yeah -- damn, Logan.” Remy put the cap back on the bottle. “For someone who doesn’t drink you sure held out for a while.”

Logan held up a peace sign.

“Okay, I think we better get going.” Patton lifted Logan to his feet. It was a bit harder than it sounded due to Logan’s apparent lack of bone structure. He refused, or maybe simply couldn’t, move or stand on his own. He kept all his weight on Patton the whole time.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Emile wrangled another bottle out of Damien’s hands. “Stop. Any more and you’ll be asking Logan to marry you.”

Damien snorted. A lazy grin slithered on his face. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Patton frowned, holding Logan a little closer to his side.

Emile sighed -- an annoyed, almost aggressive sound. “Yeah, okay. Come on. We’re done for tonight.” He dragged Damien into the kitchen, ignoring how he almost face planted.

“Ignore him.” Remy shook their head like a disappointed parent. They gave Patton a small smile. Not a grin or a smirk -- a gentle, genuine smile. “Anyway, want some help? Seems like you could use it.”

“That would be nice, actually.”

Logan clung to Remy like a koala to a tree almost as soon as all his weight was transferred over. Right away he started saying all the great things he thought about them and the good things they did. Remy just nodded and agreed while gently coercing him into a better walking position. Patton silently apologized and opened the front door.

On the short walk to the car, everything Logan said was followed by a soft, “I know, Logan.” or an, “Uh-huh.” much like someone would do when they’re half-listening to a child while focusing on another task. Patton would argue that the comparison was more than apt since most of the stuff Logan said seemed to be the first draft.

Patton opened the passenger side door and Remy helped Logan in. They went to close the door, but stopped when Logan said, “I love you.”

They laughed, borderline composed giggles, and responded, “Love you too, pal.” They shut the door. Logan waved at them through the window, and they gave him a little wave back. “Wow, he is fucking trashed.” They turned to Patton with a wide grin. “I’m surprised he’s still conscious.”

“Guess we’ll see how long that lasts.” He looked at Logan, who gave him a bright beam. “I should go before his body realizes he hasn’t thrown up yet.”

“Oh, yeah. Drive safe.”

“Will do.”

Almost as soon as Patton got in the car, Logan blurted out, “If you could drive straight up at sixty miles an hour, it would take an hour to get to space.”

Patton didn’t even have the door closed yet. “W... what?”

He repeated it a little slower, though that seemed to leave a lot more room for errors and slurring. “If you could drive your car up-ards it would take an hour to getta space.”

He blinked. “That’s, uh, that’s really interesting, bumblebee.” He shut the door. “Could you maybe put on your seat belt before telling me more facts? Unless you need some help.”

“M’not five.” Despite his statement, Logan struggled with the necessary coordination for an absurd amount of time. After failing to get the buckle in the right spot (following an embarrassing number of attempts), he gave up with a small pout. “I can’t do it.”

Patton smiled a bit. He looked like a grumpy toddler. “Let me help, hon.” He buckled him in.

Once they started driving, Logan did not stop talking. He told Patton he loved him five different times, asked nonsense questions followed by silly answers, and pointed out whatever he saw looking out the window. He also insisted on having a hand near Patton at all times despite Patton saying he needed to focus on driving. He was so much more open and bubbly and touchy -- very touchy. A near 180 of sober Logan.

They only had to stop for him to throw up on the side of the road once, which was a lot more impressive than the first time Patton ever got drunk. At least from what friends told him. He didn’t remember anything about that night, but he was told that he threw up several times before ever reaching his apartment. To be fair, he was eighteen at the time and trying to impress someone cute. He didn’t remember if it worked or not.

After his little vomit issue, Logan was a bit less energetic. Understandably so. Throwing up always sucked. But throwing up after a night of drinking was even worse. It didn’t stop him from saying how much he loved Patton, though.

When Patton pulled in the driveway, he cursed under his breath. He forgot about Thomas. With Logan drunk out of his mind and extremely pliable, there was no doubt Thomas’s protective older brother instincts would take over. Patton tried to figure out what to say that wouldn’t result in his head on a pike.

“Come on, hon.” He helped Logan out of the car. Once again, all of his weight was against Patton. “Your brother’s gonna kill me for this, isn’t he?”

There seemed to be a magic word in there that caused Logan’s energy to return tenfold. A large grin split across his face and Patton could have sworn there were stars in his eyes. “Thomas is here.”

Okay, Logan getting excited to see Thomas was actually pretty cute. Patton smiled. “Yeah, baby, Thomas is here. Did you wanna see him?”

Logan nodded, almost cartoonish in nature.

“Let’s get inside, then.” While Patton wasn’t at all prepared to see Thomas, he couldn’t deny Logan what he wanted. That would just be cruel.

He struggled to open the door with Logan hanging off of his arm, but he managed. Thomas was laying on the couch watching Parks and Rec on a low volume. His attention diverted from that rather quickly. Almost right away, he was on his feet to reach Patton and Logan. Patton didn’t know why he was surprised. He had to admit that it was a little obvious Logan wasn’t his top-notch self.

Logan detached himself from Patton and all but collapsed into Thomas’s arms before anyone had a chance to say anything. “Thomas,” he said, a little too loud, “you’re amazing. You’re the best -- best brother I could ever ask for. And I... I love you so much.” He squished Thomas’s face with his hands. “I apre... pre-shate all you ever done. You’re so ‘mazing. I owe you so much. You a’ways make me ‘appy a-and you stick by me no matter what. You’re -- you’re just really great.” He gave him a tight hug.

Thomas stared at Patton, dumbfounded. “What... did you do to him?”

Patton held his hands up in defense faster than he could blink. “This was his own doing. I played no part in it.”

“Damien and I took shots,” Logan answered, partially muffled by Thomas’s shoulder.

“You did what?” Thomas pulled him away to look at his face. “How many did you take?”

“Five,” Patton answered. He knew full well Logan lost track.

“Five?” Thomas struggled to keep his voice down. He cradled Logan’s face. “Logan, you don’t drink. What are you doing taking five shots? Shots of what?”

“Mostly vodka.”

If Thomas’s eyes could get wider, they would have. “Vodka? Straight? Dude, how the hell are you still standing?” He checked over Logan as if the answer would be there somehow. “Why would you do something like that?”

Logan shrugged. “Damien wanted’ta get drunk.”

Princess Leia wandered into the living room, shaking herself out of her sleepiness. Her tail wagged as soon as she saw that her other owners were home.

Logan gasped loudly. “There’s my baby.” He fell to his knees to give her attention. “You’re such a good girl. Yes, you are.” He continued to coo and give her pets and scratches.

“I’m... I’m gonna scream. I’m going to actually scream.” Thomas ran his hands down his face. “There’s no way I’m leaving.”

“Leia, no. Go back to the boys.” Patton pried Logan away from her. “Go. Now.” He pointed out the doorway.

She obeyed after visible hesitation.

Patton worked on lifting Logan to his feet. “Look, I’m going to keep an eye on him. You’re free to stay if you want, but I promise I’m going to make sure he’s okay.” He kept him at his side. “I won’t let anything happen to him. He’ll be fine if you leave.”

Thomas crossed his arms. Patton recognized the face he made almost immediately. It was the same one Logan made when he weighed all possible options. That hard, calculating gaze was something they shared well. “Fine. But I’m calling first thing in the morning.”

Holy shit. He actually agreed? This was the greatest achievement of Patton’s life.

“If I find out anything happened, I’m pushing you down a flight of stairs.”

“If anything happens, I’ll fall down the stairs myself.”

Thomas smirked a little. “I’ll hold you to it.” He patted his pockets to see if he had everything. “Alright. The twins were lovely, as usual, and I look forward to the next time I get to see them. Goodnight -- keep my brother safe,” he pointed at Patton, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Logan sounded like a sad little boy who was told he couldn’t get the one toy he wanted for Christmas.

Thomas sent him a small smile. “I’m afraid so, bear. Patton’s going to be looking after you, okay?” He brushed Logan’s bangs to the side and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

Logan watched him go with the most disappointment Patton had ever seen on his face. He half expected Thomas to change his mind because of it.

“Okay, sweetheart, we’re going to get you some water then you’re going straight to bed.” He led them to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, Logan had to throw up one more time. Or a few times, rather. That seemed to be the end of the fun alcohol adventure. Patton made sure he was finished before giving him more water. On their way to the bedroom, Patton was stopped by a sleepy voice.

“Dad?” Roman called. He sounded half-asleep. “S’everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Your daddy’s just a little sick. Go back to sleep.” He made sure there wouldn’t be any more questions before continuing. He closed the door to the bedroom so Leia wouldn’t get in. As much as Logan loved to have her in here, she wouldn’t be very helpful.

He helped Logan into a clean shirt and guided him to bed. “I’ll be next door if you need something, okay, dear?” He slipped off his glasses. “Get some sleep.”

“Don’t.” Logan caught his wrist before he could leave. “Can’t you stay?” He looked at Patton with such vulnerability it sort of hurt to see.

“Only if you want me to.”

“Please.”

God, Patton couldn’t say no to that face. He slipped into his side of the bed for the first time in way too long. Of course the one night he’s allowed back is the one night Logan isn’t fully cognizant of his actions. In a way, it was almost poetic.

Logan buried his face into Patton’s chest almost immediately. He sighed in contentment, one arm thrown over Patton’s waist for good measure.

Patton hesitated before bringing him closer. The anxious part of his brain insisted that Logan would somehow snap out of this and scream at Patton to get away from him. After all, Logan didn’t invite him back sooner for a reason. But that didn’t happen. Logan seemed more than happy to be so close.

“You know,” he began, already sounding sleepy, “I love you a lot. Maybe too much. You could hurt me all you want and I’d still take you back. If you say sorry. And maybe that’s bad, but I think that’s what I would do. I love you too much to let you go.”

Oh, no. Oh, Logan. Patton kissed the top of his head and tried not to break down into tears. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear at all. He hoped, maybe, it was some sort of drunken nonsense, but he had a sickening feeling it wasn’t. He hated knowing this. He hated knowing that the crap he pulled -- that stupid, idiotic mistake that broke Logan’s heart -- wouldn’t have been the nail in the coffin of their relationship. As angry as Logan was, as upset as he was, he always planned to give Patton a second chance. It wasn’t comforting to know that.

If Patton was a lesser man than he already was, he would have used that to his advantage. He would have screwed Logan over, again and again, knowing he would be able to come back if he acted sorry enough. But someone already did that before, didn’t they?

Patton didn’t want to be anything like that person. He wanted to be as far away from them as he could get because Logan deserved someone so much better than that. Maybe the person he deserved wasn’t even Patton at all, but Patton was the person he chose. The least he could do was be a good husband. Logan deserved that and a million more things. He deserved to think more highly of himself, for one. One problem at a time, though, the most immediate problem would be the hangover tomorrow.

Patton woke up with a start.

For a moment, he didn’t believe he was in his bedroom, but then he recalled the night before. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He still had his clothes and glasses on. Then he noticed he was alone. Before he could come up with a possible scenario, he heard throwing up in the bathroom. Uh oh. It wasn’t even morning yet.

He hurried down the hall. “Are you okay, bumblebee?” He asked from the doorway.

Logan glared at him from his hunched-over position. That answered that, then.

“Is Daddy okay?”

Patton turned to see Virgil, asleep on his feet. “What are you doing up?”

“I lost rock paper scissors.” He yawned.

“Daddy isn’t feeling well tonight. He’ll be fine --” he caught himself before he said ‘tomorrow’. There was no way in hell Logan would be functional tomorrow -- “later. Now go back to sleep. I have it handled.”

Virgil didn’t need to be told twice.

Patton sat with Logan until he finished throwing up. He knew from experience what a miserable time this was, but that also meant he knew how to make it more manageable. He gave Logan things to settle his stomach then practically carried him back to bed. They both fell asleep in no time at all.

When morning came, Patton called out of work. He also called Thomas to take the twins and Princess Leia. There was no way he was leaving Logan’s side today. Judging from the late-night vomiting, and heavy sleeping, this would be a rough first hangover. He decided to sit in bed and scroll through random apps until Logan decided to wake up.

“Oh my God,” Logan groaned. He rolled over so his face would be in his pillow.

Patton couldn’t help the smirk that played at his lips. “Well, good morning, sleeping beauty. How do you feel?”

“I think I’m dying.”

“I can assure you you’re not.” He put away his phone and laid back down. “It’s just a hangover. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

Logan groaned again. He moved his head to look at Patton. “How do you never feel like this after drinking?”

“Years of practice.”

“Oh, well, I’m definitely not getting that.” He flipped over and threw an arm over his eyes. “That’s the last time I drink anything ever.”

Patton smiled in amusement. “How much do you remember?”

“Honestly? I blacked out after the second shot.”

“That explains why you kept going.”

Logan shot up, eyes wide. “I kept going?” That clearly wasn’t the right move. He grimaced and curled in on himself, a wounded sound leaving his throat. “Why the hell didn’t you stop me?”

“Do you really think I’m in a position to stop you from doing anything?”

“Fair point.” Logan laid back down as slowly as possible. “God, this is the worst.” He bumped his fingers against Patton’s.

“Well,” Patton took his hand, “I’m here to help you through it.”

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thorne93 · 4 years

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 54)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2821

Warnings: Language, taking sides, arguing,mentions of casualties from past fights,Civil war major plot points, songs for this part: The afterglow, Look what you made me do- Taylor Swift, Falling Apart-Papa Roach Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Once all of you returned home, Hank and Charles escorted you and Shannon to the med bay. They took a sample of Shannon’s blood and tissue and determined that after one session, she should be healed. They suggested you give her one more treatment and after that, they would anesthetize you and Shannon and remove your triggering, and remove her Red Room protocol.

Of course, you agreed eagerly and after two days you were released from the mansion. You had seen Remy once and he apologized for his actions and asked if you could stay friends. Without hesitation, you said you’d like nothing more.

Shannon returned to Stark tower with her husband, and you returned to your apartment with Loki.

Life went on… normally for a while. Loki continued his work with Stephen. In fact, most days, you met him at work when he was getting off and the three of you had tea. It was nice to have Stephen back in your life again. You worked where you could find it, whether it was with Jane, or Shannon, or even Bruce. Shannon and Tony had a blissfully happy marriage, running Stark Industries and helping to manage the Avengers.

From what you could tell, the storm had passed. Remy and you remained friends, acknowledging his feelings and he respected your wishes to stay with Loki. You still visited him, and he you. Loki wasn’t jealous any more, for he had you and he knew this. You and Tony had made complete amends. Since that night at Xavier’s mansion, you let bygones be bygones. You both loved Shannon, and you missed being friends. It wasn’t just Stpehen and Remy either. You seemed to gravitate towards the Avengers compound quite a bit, and when Shannon was busy, you spent a lot of time with Wanda, Pietro, and if Clint was around, him too.

Shannon was completely healed at this point. She could exercise her powers at will and not be drained of them.

You and Loki visited Asgard, often. Most of the time you went for a week at the end of each month. It was nice to visit the motherland and return to a familiar home. Loki finally began to accept that Earth was his home and he started to feel…. Happy here. He didn’t really care if he was on Asgard, or Voromir, or Earth, so long as he was with you.

It seemed everyone was happy, moving on, building their lives back up from the chaos that had been the last five years.

Until Secretary Ross came in and said he was introducing a new plan for the Avengers -- The Sokovian Accords. Wanda had accidentally killed some citizens, and now the government was cracking down on the team.

“Steve’s right,” Shannon suddenly said, once the debate had broken out about the accords. Sides were being taken, quickly. So far, Sam and Steve were against signing this treaty, as it were. Natasha, Vision, and Rhodey leaned on the side of complying with the government.

“What?” Tony asked, shocked. He pulled up an image of a boy, a boy who was crushed by some of the destruction caused in Sokovia. You felt a pang of guilt. “You’re telling me you’re okay with that?” Tony demanded of his wife.

“I’m saying that the Avengers should be able to go out and save the people and clear the danger from becoming worse. We shouldn’t have to wait to be called upon to save the day. That’s not what we are, that’s not why we were formed.”

“Exactly. Tony, what if there’s somewhere we need to go, and we can’t because of this?”

“The Avengers were created to save the world from whatever threat is upon the Earth. So for us to be there like sitting ducks… it’s infuriating because I could be healing people while the rest of you are handling whatever’s left,” Shannon responded.

“Y/N is awfully quiet,” Natasha remarked.

“Look, I’m not an Avenger, not official, so I--”

“Right, her vote doesn’t count,” Tony interjected with a smile at you.

“But I agree with you, Tony,” you finished.

Tony did a double take. “What?”

“What?” Shannon scoffed. “Y/N/N, what--”

“Shannon, toying with forces unknown will result in bad outcomes. Maybe it’s good you--we-- don’t go running to every fight. Look where that got me. I became a slave because I thought I could help fight them.”

“You were forced to do something you didn’t want to, Y/N. But as the Avengers it’s our duty to defend the only home we have against whatever or whoever tries to come and take over.”

“No matter the cost?” you asked incredulously.

“How would you feel if everyone on this earth became a slave because we were told we couldn’t stop the threat from doing that to us? It would mean that everything we've done would be for nothing.”

“I understand that but look at New York, look at Sokovia, look at what just happened with Wanda. If Banner had been more under control, or if we’d had the government to help extract the citizens…. Maybe we wouldn’t have as many casualties.”

“You know we wouldn’t have any casualties from New York if you and your boy toy hadn’t come in storming the place,” Sam retorted and you shot him a look of frustration.

“We’re going to get nowhere arguing like this,” Tony stated. “The accords are being signed in a week, in Vienna. I suggest you all be there, if you don’t want to be considered criminals.”

With that, he left the room, Steve got a text message, and you and Shannon stared at each other.

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Loki said he was staying out of it, but supported your decision either way. You informed him you would sign as a symbol of good faith to the government and to show you could comply. Maybe order was a good thing.

A week later, you were in Vienna with Tony, Rhodey, Nat, and Vision. Vision complimented you for making a sound decision. Nat said she was glad to see you there. Tony was… still bitter about Shannon and didn’t talk much.

Until the next thing you knew was the signing had exploded.

From there, it was a whirlwind of fighting. Apparently, the Winter Soldier, the man who had trained Shannon, Steve’s old friend Bucky had blown the place up. Steve went after him, only to be arrested and all of them in captivity, until Bucky was reactivated.

Shannon, Steve, Bucky, and Sam were fugitives. They had escaped holding and you and Tony had figured out they were headed for the airport.

That’s when things got really hairy. When you ran into them, you were trying to stop them, just hoping they’d give themselves up. But Steve and Bucky were determined to chase down a phantom. For you, it wasn’t about the Accords or Bucky or any of it. You had made a promise to the UN, and now you had to bring the others in.

On one side, it was Steve, Sam, Bucky, Shannon, Wanda, Pietro, Scott, and Clint.

On your side, it was you, Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Nat, Peter, and T’Challa.

Utter hell broke loose between the two opposing sides. You mainly focused on fighting Wanda and Shannon, the two you could do the most damage against. Ultimately though, Steve and Bucky got away with the help of Shannon and Nat. Tony followed them.

When the fight ended though, you and Shannon made up, as did you and the rest of the group. You felt the accords were silly, and slightly unnecessary, but it seemed like a step in the right direction. You respected everyone’s choice on the matter though, and that’s what everyone said once the physical fighting was over. Everyone had civil discourse on what had happened. But ultimately, Rhodey had to make the call to Ross to ask that they all be arrested.

“No, Rhodey, you can’t do that,” you begged, turning to him. “Come on, they were just trying to help Bucky, you know this. Come on, it’s Steve. It’s Shannon,” you pleaded. “We can’t do this!”

He continued to stay on the phone as he talked to you. “It’s out of my hands, Y/N. You know as well as I do if we just let this go, we’ll all be as good felons too.”

“It’s okay,” Shannon assured. “He’s right, Y/N. It’s your duty to call this in.”

“No,” you argued. “I didn’t sign up for this shit. I signed up to stop threats. No one here is a threat,” you retorted, angry. “You didn’t get a chance to keep me from jail. You pulled strings to get me out early. I want to be better for you. You don’t belong in a jail cell. Vision, come on. You know as well as I do none of them belong in prison!” You were trying to plead with the people on your side, but their hands were tied.

“Y/N,” Shannon said softly, “it’s okay. It’ll be okay. Tony won’t let any of us stay in a cell too long. It’ll be a slap on the wrist. He’ll make sure everyone gets cut some slack and gets out. No civilians got hurt. It was just us. We’ll be alright.” She came up and rubbed your back.

You peered at her, glancing to all of your friends. “I don’t like it.”

“I know,” she agreed. “It’ll be fine.”

The government showed up and all of them stood still, not fighting as handcuffs were put on them. That part killed you.Meanwhile, you tears were hot on your face as Vision wrapped you in an embrace, trying to comfort you.

You never wanted anyone locked away, especially Shannon. She didn’t deserve the same fate you had after New York. Truthfully, none of them did. Tony could be stubborn, and you knew he thought they got what they deserved except for Shan, but you couldn’t bear to see them in that prison.

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Tony walked into the floating cell that held all of his friends, including his wife. He didn’t want her to be here, or any of them, really. But the law was the law. He walked up to her cell after he made a round to everyone else. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t bear to look at her just yet.

“Shan…” He started, his voice sounding broken. “What the hell, babe? You went against me on this? We fought? Physically. What the hell happened?”

“Tony, you know how I feel about this. As a team we were formed to save.” She turned her body to face him. She didn’t attempt to come closer to the cell wall. She didn’t want to get shocked again. “I’m sorry we fought but we needed to get Bucky out of there, you wouldn't really understand why I did it but I did and I don’t regret it.”

“I’m so glad you were concerned with getting Roger’s friend out of there,” he snapped, beyond angry and hurt. “Shannon, I needed you, beside me. I thought as my wife you’d support me, back me up. And then you just… You decided to go against not only me, but most of the global governments. Was this all to get back at me in some way or…? I gotta know.” He had that signature amused, irritated look. He was at his wits end.

“Tony, would you not make this about yourself for once? I’ve always stood by your side in everything!” she shouted and took a deep breath. “I was not about to sign something that makes me the government's pet going when they call. You would have done the same thing to save Rhodey if it had been you in Steve’s shoes.” She got up, walking a little bit close. “Just like I would have done for Y/N or you, not that it seems to matter to you.” she lowered her voice at the end.

“How can you say it doesn’t matter?” he asked, his voice low, hurt. “Shan, everything you do matters to me. That’s why it hurt so bad to know you fought me on this.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. He shook his head. “Shan, babe, I just wanted us to be on the same side. We’re not always on the same side, and it kills me when we aren’t. It surprised the hell out of me when you said you disagreed with me on this. When I found out that you weren’t going to sign, I freaked.”

She stepped as close as she could to the plexiglass. “All my life all I’ve know is following orders and being the assassin they want me to be and I finally got away from that when we created the Avengers and I met you,” the pain in her eyes was evident she hated that she hurt him like this but he didn’t want to live through another version of her past. “And now you ask me to do it all over again but as a soldier to the government? It took me years to feel comfortable in my own skin after all the atrocities I did back then I won’t start again from zero.” She wiped the few tears that had escaped. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t, not if she had the choice.

He sighed, rubbing his neck. He started nodding. “You know what? You’re right. I never thought of it that way. I saw it my way and that’s all I could see. All I saw and heard was that you weren't backing me up, and I freaked. But you’re absolutely right. You’ve never gotten autonomy and for the first time in your life, you got a chance to do that. I’m just sorry it ended in this. You gotta help me right now though. Where did they go?” he implored, staring at her. “I want to help them, but you gotta tell me where they went.”

“How do I know you're not just going to lock them in here with us?” She scrunched her eyebrows. “They should already be at the location, Tony. They need to end what Zemo started.”

He frowned. “Zemo… Where would he have gone?”

She looked at Sam who shook his head as if knowing what was going on. “ I can’t tell you Tony.” she points to the cameras with her eyes hoping he’d get why.

He sighed before pulling his watch up, running his finger over a few things. “There, audio is out. We have thirty seconds. If you ever trusted me for a moment in our life, you’ll tell me now. It’s either me or the government,” he challenged.

“It’s you Tony, it’s always. “ she stopped. “They’re in Siberia that's where all the other super soldiers are frozen.” she put her hand to the glass not caring that she’d get shocked. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he vowed, kissing his fingers and pressing them against the glass. “Gimme some time. I’m gonna go help them, and I’ll be back to get you babe. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you or on your side.” He gave her an apologetic smile.

She winced at the pain of the shock. “Just please be careful...fuck!” she pulled her hand back from the glass. “Damn you Ross!” she glared at the camera and she looked down at her hand to see that it was bleeding.

“I’ll take care of that prick,” Tony promised. “Love you. Be back in a bit.” With that, he turned and was off. He needed to get to Steve and Bucky before the UN caught on.

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Tony arrived at the bunker, happy to help Bucky and Steve, only to have that idea shattered. The truth of his parents murder sent him reeling and he launched into a full on fight, ready to tear Bucky apart. Steve left him and his suit broken in the bunker as T’Challa had captured Zemo.

Steve and Bucky went off to God knows where, and T’Challa, Tony, and Zemo returned to the States. Tony got back and got Shannon a deal. He immediately got Shannon out of the prison as soon as possible, as he did with Clint and Scott, both who had kids. The rest stayed in the prison cell until Tony could maybe work something else out.

But by the time Tony started on the paperwork, Steve had busted everyone out of the floating prison. He sent Tony and Shannon a letter saying if anyone needed him, he’d be there for them.

As of that moment, everyone knew the Avengers were no more.

You kept in a bit of contact with Wanda, Pietro, and Steve, keeping the correspondence from Tony. Ultimately, you had to return to Asgard with Loki and Thor for Odin and you lost touch for around a year.

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Flower from the Fae (ch 45)

Chapter Title: Fight…RUN for Your Life!

Summary: Virgil likes plants, but when he goes to investigate a plant his friend, Remy, tells him about, he doesn’t exactly check out the plant. Little does he know that the handsome man he meets there is a fairy who is about to challenge the world Virgil knows.

Word Count: 2227

Chapter Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, sympathetic Remus, cursing glass shards, throwing of glass, implied deaths, knocking unconscious, weapons being used, injuries

Chapter Pairings: LAMP, Demus, Sleep/Picani

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A/N: this is chapter 45, so read the first chapter here!

Remy felt the ground shaking angrily, as the surrounding area lost its magic. They weren’t sure how far out it extended, but the growling scared them a bit more than the loss of magic. Virgil stood up and looked at his father, who was now looking down the hall where the roar came from.

“Hey, for such a great hunter, you seemed to have forgotten that I have a familiar,” Virgil stated, with that insufferable smirk. “And she didn’t get her wet food for breakfast because of you lot.”

“ROOOOOOAAAR!”

“You little shit,” Nero spat, turning his gun on the witch.

Virgil reacted faster than Remy had ever seen the witch move. The boom of the gun echoed as Virgil flung himself to the side. A jar instantly shattered, spilling what looked like sand out onto the floor. Nero shot again, this time, hitting a metal sheet on the wall. He didn’t have time to try again as Virgil shot in close. The witch’s eyes were glowing as he ripped the gun out of the man’s hand.

Nero managed to throw the witch to the ground. The man dropped down and started fighting over the weapon. To the group watching this in pure shock, it was just a wild blur of limbs and noises of pain whenever a limb made contact. The weapon seemed to decide that it didn’t like this game and spun out of the fight, not that the two fighting noticed.

“Doesn’t. Matter. What. You. Do. You. Lost.” Nero spat, struggling to pin the witch.

Virgil finally managed to scramble out, thanking all of those damn memories. “Counterspell. Can’t counter something that doesn’t happen, bastard. Magic is alive right outside of a circle of fairy circles, prepared to contain the damage of this.”

The witch gave his friends a quick glance before he turned and ran down the danger hall. Nero froze, processing what the man had said, giving Virgil a moment head start. His face went pale as some unbridled, some inhuman scream left the hunter. He immediately ran after the witch who was ruining his plans, not even sparing a thought about the beings he left behind in the lab.

The moment Nero was out of sight, Remy struggled to their feet and ran to the table. Their eyes looked over the stuff before locating the dagger. It took a few attempts to finally grab the dagger, then a couple more attempts to hold the dagger in a way where they weren’t trying to saw through the zip tie with the dagger’s handle. Still, they were rewarded with their wrists coming free after the attempts.

They took the dagger over and freed Dee and Roman, managing to do so before pounding footsteps announced that they had company. Dee tried to shift down but found that his magic was blocked. Blocked, but not gone he noted. Hissing, he broke a glass jar and pulled a shard out for a makeshift weapon. Roman took the easier path and quickly searched for the gun. Both took immediately to the fight as Remy cut Logan free.

They copied Dee and handed a shard to Logan. “Go keep your prince safe, Nerd.”

Even without glasses, Logan did not need telling twice. He threw himself into the fight, focusing on any being that wasn’t a yellow or red blob. Next went Remus, who was able to cause enough chaos to give his friends a small advantage while Patton and Emile were freed. With the last of them free, Remy finally joined the fight.

Virgil blindly ran down halls, holding a metal sheet he hadn’t even noticed picking up as he dodged not only the murderous bastard chasing him but also dumb traps. Only good thing was that the bastard had to dodge the traps as well, though he still had the advantage as Virgil triggered a lot of them.

“Where do you think you’re going, filth!”

Virgil bit his tongue as he frantically tried to plan what he was going to do next. So far, his overall plan has gone well, but it wasn’t like he could scope out the evil lab beforehand. He just had to work with what he had. He just had to find something to use as a weapon and hope his friends could withstand his father’s minions on their own. Sure, it would be much harder without magic, but Virgil couldn’t concentrate on that right now. He just had to keep the brilliant hunter away from the minion hunters and hope.

So he continued to run, using the metal sheet as a shield, occasionally shouting something back to hear a furious scream behind him. That was until he ran into a hall that had at least ten beings collapsed on the ground. Virgil wasn’t sure if they were alive or dead, and he really didn’t want to know either way. A swear behind him forced him to move forward, stepping over the bodies, mentally wondering how long this mess was going to haunt his dreams if he survived.

Back in the lab, the fighting was bad. Remy was gasping, wondering how much more their group would be able to stand. It was clear that they were all suffering from the lack of magic. Sure, they had managed to knock two or three out, but that still left like ten of these bastards. Still, it was either fight or surrender, and Remy knew that none of them planned to surrender.

So, they continued to fight a losing battle. They continued even when Dee was thrown into a table and didn’t jump back up immediately. They continued as they threw themselves in front of Patton who was trying to keep Emile safe. They continued as Remus started throwing jars and vials and whatever else he could grab at the hunters. They continued even though they saw no possibility of winning this thing.

“ROAR!”

The fight suddenly changed as a large panther entered the room, pouncing one of the enemy hunters. New terror-filled Remy and they were just about ready to give up. They weren’t going to fight a freaking panther! Yet, they noticed, as they continued to fight the hunters, that the panther didn’t attack Logan, but rather jumped over him to the enemy creeping up behind him. The panther ripped the enemy in front of Remy and threw her into the wall. Remy took a frightened step back as the panther turned to look at them, many, many teeth visible in that mouth. Then they noticed what should have been obvious.

A green and a purple eye.

“Galaxy?!” They demanded.

The panther tilted its head, licking its lips, before turning and pouncing a hunter about to try their luck at knocking the prince out. They barely enjoyed the thought that Gala’s full powers seemed to be working before they were struggling against a new enemy. OK, maybe they were just very slightly distracted, wondering how the hell the familiar’s magic was working while theirs wasn’t. Yet, that didn’t matter when there was someone trying to kill you right in front of you. Still, having the large animal helped. Remy just kept going, slashing at anything that wasn’t one of their friends. While they weren’t going to focus on the little glimmer of hope, not until the end.

Seven left.

A large book appeared over the enemy’s head and the person crumpled. Remy looked at their partner in shock as Emile looked at them in fear.

Six left.

Patton jumped out of the way and managed to trip the hunter. The hunter fell straight into the mess of sand and glass. Patton suddenly wondered if extreme amounts of sleep sand could send a human into a coma…

Five left.

Remus was standing over his hurt husband. Any and everything he could grab was being thrown. He didn’t see the hunter who was hit square in the temple by the jar of rose petals.

Four.

Gala had one coming after her. She did not like this game, but her human needed her, and she was big, and she could do something. She saw the human pull the trigger on the metal thing. She scrambled away and heard two loud noises. When she looked again, two humans were on the ground, clinging to wounds.

Two.

Logan and the hunter managed to slip a bit down the hall. The fairy knocked the hunter against the wall. Something started to make a whirring sort of sound. The fairy managed to get out of the way before the hunter was blasted with some dark blue gas. Logan felt his heart pick up, knowing his partner was running through these booby-trapped halls, mentally begging whatever higher being listening that Virgil didn’t end up dead in these halls.

One.

The sound around Roman had slowly gone down but he didn’t have time to glance around to find out why. The gun was empty and the hunter’s knife kept trying to take a piece out of his wings. Roman managed to twirl around and send the butt of the weapon into the hunter’s head.

Remy watched as Roman managed to knock out the final enemy. They didn’t even get to let out a breath before Gala grabbed Remy’s jacket and gently yanked them. They turned to the giant cat. She moved to the hall and looked back at them. It took Remy a moment to understand what Gala was trying to tell them.

“Lock whoever is still alive in the cells. Gala and I have a witch to go save.” Remy called before following the panther.

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That is a very big knife.

Virgil tried whacking Nero away from him with his shield, while also dodging the knife. He was probably only still alive due to copious amounts of adrenaline running through his body as the two fought. He just had to end up in a dead-end. He dodged another strike, before swinging a fist into Nero’s side.

“Aahhk”

Virgil found himself on the ground and quickly rolled as the knife came down. He saw an opening and darted past Nero back down the hall. He was exhausted and hasn’t run this much in… actually, he’s never actually had to do this much running. Yet, he heard the frustrated growl behind him and his body decided that it liked running. It was better than the other option.

Scrrrrrreeeeeech!

Virgil sensed the incoming trap and immediately dropped to the ground. He didn’t dare look up and see what had awaited him as he army-crawled forward, waiting for the screeching metal above him to stop. A hand caught his ankle, causing Virgil to scream in fear as he kicked at the being. One solid kick landed, and the hand released him. He scrambled to his feet and ran, feeling something embedded in his arm, as a reward for not waiting for the trap to finish.

Nero managed to corner Virgil once again, huffing from the struggle. Virgil threw a fist, but Nero caught the wrist and twisted it behind the witch, pinning him into the corner properly. Virgil continued to squirm, only to be flung into the opposite corner and repined as a new mechanism started, having been triggered.

Virgil’s wrists were properly pinned and a knife was very close to dangerous spots. He shut his eyes as a new mechanical roar started up, attempting to match the blood roaring in Virgil’s ears. Both blocked out whatever Nero was gloatingly saying to his son, which Virgil was grateful for. The pain Virgil kept waiting to feel didn’t come. Instead, the grip on his wrists loosened and let him go.

Thump.

Virgil collapsed onto the ground and saw the man crumpled with several darts sticking out of him. Virgil grabbed the knife and scrambled away from the bastard, waiting for some movement. His mind started counting the seconds as his heart hammered, waiting for the bastard to stop pretending and come after him. Yet, after getting to a hundred, Virgil crawled over and touched his neck, searching for a pulse.

Foiled by his own traps.

Virgil’s body crumpled as his nerves finally relaxed. Anyone who saw him would have thought his mind had finally broke as he started laughing hysterically as tears spilled from his face. Finally, his body stilled as he tried catching his breath, shocked to still be alive after this entire fight.

“VIRGIL!”

Virgil blinked and suddenly Remy’s terrified face was in his field of vision. The witch sat up and saw that a giant panther sat watching. Virgil noted that there was a small tendril of magic tightly wrapped around the familiar, showing that Magic itself was doing what little it could to help them by allowing the tiny kitten to transform into a giant beast. Virgil’s attention was yanked away from Galaxy as Remy frantically started looking over his injuries. They were rambling about stuff that Virgil really couldn’t process right now. Stuff about him being an idiot and not to scare them like that again and honestly Virgil really kind of wanted Remy to shut up and let him breathe…

The counterspell.

Virgil’s heartbeat started racing again. “We need to get back to the lab, now!”

“Vee, it’s OK” Remy tried to calm the man down.

“Save it.” He said, moving to the panther. “Gala, lead the way back, please.”

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 4 years

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Unforseen Chasm(Part 54)

Part 54 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2821 Warnings: Language, songs for this part: The afterglow, Look what you made me do- Taylor Swift, Falling Apart-Papa Roach Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Shannon returned to Stark tower with her husband, and you returned to your apartment with Loki.

From what you could tell, the storm had passed. Remy and you remained friends, acknowledging his feelings and he respected your wishes to stay with Loki. You still visited him, and he you. Loki wasn’t jealous any more, for he had you and he knew this. You and Tony had made complete amends. Since that night at Xavier’s mansion, you let bygones be bygones. You both loved Shannon, and you missed being friends. It wasn’t just Stephen and Remy either. You seemed to gravitate towards the Avengers compound quite a bit, and when Shannon was busy, you spent a lot of time with Wanda, Pietro, and if Clint was around, him too.

Shannon was completely healed at this point. She could exercise her powers at will and not be drained of them.

It seemed everyone was happy, moving on, building their lives back up from the chaos that had been the last five years.

“Exactly. Tony, what if there’s somewhere we need to go, and we can’t because of this?”

“Y/N is awfully quiet,” Natasha remarked.

“Look, I’m not an Avenger, not official, so I--”

“Right, her vote doesn’t count,” Tony interjected with a smile at you.

“But I agree with you, Tony,” you finished.

Tony did a double take. “What?”

“What?” Shannon scoffed. “Y/N/N, what--”

“You were forced to do something you didn’t want to, Y/N. But as the Avengers it’s our duty to defend the only home we have against whatever or whoever tries to come and take over.”

“No matter the cost?” you asked incredulously.

“You know we wouldn’t have any casualties from New York if you and your boy toy hadn’t come in storming the place,” Sam retorted and you shot him a look of frustration.

“We’re going to get nowhere arguing like this,” Tony stated. “The accords are being signed in a week, in Vienna. I suggest you all be there, if you don’t want to be considered criminals.”

With that, he left the room, Steve got a text message, and you and Shannon stared at each other.

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Until the next thing you knew was the signing had exploded.

Shannon, Steve, Bucky, and Sam were fugitives. They had escaped holding and you and Tony had figured out they were headed for the airport.

On one side, it was Steve, Sam, Bucky, Shannon, Wanda, Pietro, Scott, and Clint.

On your side, it was you, Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Nat, Peter, and T’Challa.

He continued to stay on the phone as he talked to you. “It’s out of my hands, Y/N. You know as well as I do if we just let this go, we’ll all be as good felons too.”

“It’s okay,” Shannon assured. “He’s right, Y/N. It’s your duty to call this in.”

You peered at her, glancing to all of your friends. “I don’t like it.”

“I know,” she agreed. “It’ll be fine.”

--------------------------------- Tony walked into the floating cell that held all of his friends, including his wife. He didn’t want her to be here, or any of them, really. But the law was the law. He walked up to her cell after he made a round to everyone else. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t bear to look at her just yet.

“Shan…” He started, his voice sounding broken. “What the hell, babe? You went against me on this? We fought? Physically. What the hell happened?”

She stepped as close as she could to the plexiglass. “All my life all I’ve know is following orders and being the assassin they want me to be and I finally got away from that when we created the Avengers and I met you,” the pain in her eyes was evident she hated that she hurt him like this but she didn’t want to live through another version of her past. “And now you ask me to do it all over again but as a soldier to the government? It took me years to feel comfortable in my own skin after all the atrocities I did back then I won’t start again from zero.” She wiped the few tears that had escaped. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t, not if she had the choice.

“How do I know you're not just going to lock them in here with us?” She scrunched her eyebrows. “They should already be at the location, Tony. They need to end what Zemo started.”

He frowned. “Zemo… Where would he have gone?”

She looked at Sam who shook his head as if knowing what was going on. “ I can’t tell you Tony.” she points to the cameras with her eyes hoping he’d get why.

“I’ll take care of that prick,” Tony promised. “Love you. Be back in a bit.” With that, he turned and was off. He needed to get to Steve and Bucky before the UN caught on.

-------------------- Tony arrived at the bunker, happy to help Bucky and Steve, only to have that idea shattered. The truth of his parents murder sent him reeling and he launched into a full on fight, ready to tear Bucky apart. Steve left him and his suit broken in the bunker as T’Challa had captured Zemo.

But by the time Tony started on the paperwork, Steve had busted everyone out of the floating prison. He sent Tony and Shannon a letter saying if anyone needed him, he’d be there for them.

As of that moment, everyone knew the Avengers were no more.

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S.C: Chapter VI

Superhero!AU

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Parental Analogical, Platonical Anxceit, unrequited love (LoganxDeceit). Sibling Roman and Remus

Tags/Warnings: Anxiety, jealously, violence, explosions, villain!Roman, Villain!Remus, blood, major character death (mention)

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-“Hey, Logan! Do you want to have some fun?” “No, I cannot compute it”- Gregory said mockingly, imitating Logan’s voice poorly. Remy laugh hysterically at the impersonation, he obviously didn’t know who the guy was or how he sounded but MAN, did Gregory made some very stupid voices.

-Like… He really knows how to relax! He doesn’t need to get out of the office at all!- Gregory continue with a very exasperated tone in his voice.

-Sheesh, why do you even have a crush on him? Sounds like a very boring person, let alone super old- Remy gasped. –Like a grampa!-

-Now you made weird- Gregory flopped in the couch and hold a pillow.

-I made it weird!? Bitch, it was weird all along, what are you talking about?- Remy sipped on a Starbucks plastic cup as he scrolled through his phone.

-I don’t know, I guess it’s just… He is really smart? And attentive? But…- Gregory groan. –This is so stupid…-

Remy hummed.

-Rem… I don’t feel so different…- He finally said.

Remy gulped. –Talking shit was the first step. The second step is meeting someoooone!!!- He said the last word in a singing tone.

He showed Gregory his phone, Remy was scrolling through his gallery. The photos were mostly selfies from Remy with other villains, everyone was using their complete uniforms. The villain stopped in one picture showing himself and a guy who was wearing a masquerade with white attire with golden trims.

-Dude, this guy is super-hot! I gotta introduce you to The Prince- Remy said getting really excited.

-I don’t want to meet anyone, let alone another villain. All of them are assholes- Gregory said as he pushed Remy´s phone and sat properly.

-Except me!- Remy shouted

-Especially you- Gregory smirked.

Remy gasped offended and kept scrolling through his phone. –Ok, I gotta admit. He is a little self-centered. But my point is, you need to meet someone! This Logan guy wasn’t the only one coop up in that place, Greg. If you want to be with someone you have to go out there and show who’s boss.-

-Are we talking about dating or fighting someone?-

-You know what I mean-

-I really don’t-

-Come on! Why are you so adamant on meeting new people anyway? Excluding the villain factor- Remy asked curiously as he sip from his cup.

Gregory let out a huff and sink back in the couch -Have you seen me at all?- he said in a calm manner.

- What do you mean?- Remy was taken aback, his eyes still glued to the phone.

-Remy, I’m horrible. This fucking thing here- Gregory pointed to his scar. –People stare at it and get freak out. No one would want to date someone as hideous as me-

The villain was completely silent for once and looked directly at his friend. In all his time knowing Gregory, never did he imagine the hero would feel like that about himself. He never cared about his scar or what others thought. Or at least that’s the impression he gave.

-What are you talking about, Dee?! You aren’t hideous!-

-Totally believable …- Gregory hold himself, his bleached hair falling in his face.

-I’m serious, AND I’M NEVER THIS SERIOUS!- Remy shouted.

-That’s exactly why I don’t believe you…- He said as he grabbed the glass of water.

-Greg…- Remy was interrupted by Greg’s phone ringing.

He went to grab it and saw the number. Gregory answered the phone, Remy sat straight.

-Yes?- He continue listening, Remy watch carefully. –I’m on my way- Gregory stood up and started walking towards the exit, clicking his phone to end the call.

-Wow! Hey, where the hell are you going?- Remy stayed in the couch, while holding his cup.

-The “grampa” needs help- Remy snorted and sipped his drink. Gregory smirked.

-We’re going to catch The Duke and The Prince-

Remy choked on the tea and coughed before screaming. -WHAT!? NO! COME ON! THOSE ARE THE ONLY GUYS I ACTUALLY LIKE TO HANG OUT!-

-Sorry, Rem. It’s my job- Gregory started walking towards the exit when Remy hug him from behind and keep him tight.

-I’m not letting you! You are not brainwashing anyone!- He said in a half joke tone.

-LET ME GO, YOU DRAMA QUEEN!-

-No!- Remy wrap an arm around Gregory’s neck. –Time to sleep, dear Deceit!-

Remy placed a hand over his friend’s head but nothing happened.

-Brilliant as ever, Rem- Gregory grabbed Remy’s arm and twisted it into a lock, getting a whimper from the villain.

-ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I GIVE UP!- Remy shout from the pain.

Gregory left him and step back, Remy hold his sore arm and move it carefully.

-Shit… When did you get strong?-

-I’ve been training-

-It shows…- Remy said annoyed and impressed.

Gregory looked at his friend. –Yeah…- He paused for a moment. –Sorry about the twisted arm-

-It’s… Fine… Go help your sugar daddy or something- Remy smirked.

Gregory huffed mildly annoyed, then left the apartment leaving Remy alone. The villain sat back in his couch and grabbed his phone, scrolling through the photos. “He really needs to meet other people…” He then saw the picture of The Duke. “…Greg is gonna have a hell of a time with this one…”

Logan, now Syllogism, was flying on top of the buildings. Well, more like floating, thanks to a pair of anti-gravitational boots he made to prove a point. Which was, you may ask? Who knows? Syllogism acted in an adrenaline and coffee rush after not sleeping 23 hours straight.

He was following the car closely and carefully, not wanting to make his presence known to avoid any kind of accident. The car was driving well enough, curiously not passing any stops or red lights. There were no police cars following them, probably no one catch a glimpse of the car before they made their escape. Weird, but it was better this way, less probabilities of someone getting hurt.

The car stopped at the front of an abandon building. It had a huge hole in one wall on the third floor only covered by a couple boards and all the windows were covered in fabric. The entrance was blocked with a huge piece of wood that looked rather heavy. The neighborhood was completely silent as if it was a ghost town, perfect to hide stolen goods without being notice. Syllogism float down to the roof from the building in front and watch both villains closely, he adjusted his glasses to zoom on both of them. They were bickering about something, one seemed angry while the other was giggling. When the villains enter the building, the hero took out his phone and contacted base again.

-Syllogism here, I’ve tracked down Prince and Duke to an abandoned building. Is back up coming?-

-I’m on my way - Gregory’s voice came in.

-Deceit, how long for you to arrive?-

-Not long. At least 10 minutes.-

-Alright, I’ll wait and guard-

-I’m on my way too!- Another voice came in.

-Virgil, no- Syllogism said from the other line.

-Why not?!-

-It’s too risky, they are unpredictable-

-So what?! I’ve fought unpredictable assholes before!-

-Virgil, I said no. Stay at home-

-No! I want to help! Why won’t you let me-?!-

-Mender- Syllogism’s voice was cold. He was mad –As your superior in command, you are not to come here. Understood?-

There was silence in the other line. –Understood?- He repeated.

-Fine…- The line then cut.

Syllogism sighted as he put away his phone. There was no way in hell he was going to put Virgil in danger like this. Crimson was bad enough, but this two… They were extremely unpredictable, let alone dangerous. There were no fatalities in any of the reports, damages, on the other hand, were their specialties. It was either luck or stupidity they didn’t killed anyone, but they sure left a lot of wounded or even paraplegic people.

10 minutes passed and Deceit arrived at the scene, floating next to Syllogism.

-I can see the prototype is working well- Syllogism commented.

-Yeah, although it takes a bit to stop floating- Deceit said as he walked near Logan to see the building. –Also, I’m pretty sure people would freak out if they saw a whoever flying around-

-Yes, I notice. I will make a camouflage modification after this- Syllogism said calmly.

-Don’t look so excited- Deceit said sarcastically. He looked at the building–Shall we?-

-Affirmative-

Both heroes float towards the open area in the third floor and enter without difficulties. There were stairs that could go up or down; since the villains seem to have stayed in the first floor, they decided to go as quiet as possible downstairs. Deceit was wondering about Logan’s date, he wanted to know the details, but now wasn’t the time. He was not compromising the mission just to feel even more jealous.

They went near the entrance to the first floor and stayed a few stairs up. There was no door or anything blocking entrance to the stairs, there used to be due to the screws and certain pieces on the floor. It was either pulled out by the villains or it was already like that. They listen to the pair arguing.

-Is that what you are spending our money?! Explosives?! Where do you even get this shit!?- The villain in the white attire said. His masquerade was off, set aside in a desk that looked decent enough.

-Would you relax?! It was for a good cause!- Exclaim the other man, his masquerade was off as well, showing a mustache and a wicked smile, his eyes were full of bags due to the lack of sleep.

-What cause?! I told you to stop exploding things left and right!-

-You said you wanted our names known! What, now I can’t make you a favor?!-

-Where’s the class on doing senseless destruction, Remus? It has to be with style!-

-My style is messy, brother! You should know that by now!- Remus crossed his arms pouting. –I don’t understand what the big deal is…-

The other villain sighed exasperated. –At least… At least tell me next time… It…It kind of scared me ok?!-

Remus gasped. –The great Roman!? Scared?! Now that IS not your look at all!-

-I know, I know. It surprised me as well. I was just worried you would blew up the bounty! Everything could have gone to hell-

Remus uncrossed his arms and sighed dramatically. –I’m sorry, Roman. I’ll tell you next time when I’m planning on bringing havoc- He booped his brother’s nose and went to sit on his dirty stained bean bag, it made a weird squishy wet sound which made the man sigh with delight.

Roman made a disgusted face. –You know…? With all the money, you could buy yourself a new… thing…-

Remus spread his arms in the bean bag and wiggled. –Nope! I like it this way! It has my natural sent-

Roman looked disgusted but let his brother be. He went towards the desk and grabbed a bag of money, he sat down and started counting it. Syllogism went down a couple steps to have a view of the pair of villains, Deceit was behind him trying to take a look as well. They manage to take a look at the villain who they assumed was Remus laid down in a very uncomfortable way, he was looking through his phone and laughing. The other villain, Roman, was calmly looking at the money. Syllogism and Deceit started to go down, Deceit took out a smoke bomb from his pocket. The click was so quiet they didn’t thought anyone else could hear it.

Remus jumped from his bean bag -Roman… Roman, put your mask on-.

-What? - Roman stopped counting. The heroes stayed in their place trying to kept as much silence as they could.

Remus hold his mask and wore it. – PUT YOUR MASK NOW!-

Roman sighed, standing up from his sit and going towards his brother who was really nervous. –Remus, come on. There’s no one else here, relax.-

-I know I heard something - Remus said keeping his eyes locked on the doorway towards the stairs.

-Yes, like the other times you heard something and turn out to be nothing. Go back to your bean bag and try to rest-

-HEY! WHO IS IN THERE?! I KNOW YOU ARE HERE- Remus ignored what his brother said and started screaming.

Deceit was going to throw the smoke bomb but Syllogism rush him upstairs, they went slow and soundless until Remus started walking towards the doorway. The footsteps became louder as both heroes scramble to the second floor.

-AHA! I TOLD YOU SOMEONE WAS HERE!- Remus ran towards the stairs.

Roman grabbed his mask surprised and rush towards his brother. Both villains went to the second floor and saw no one there. It wasn’t even separated into departments, it was just a really big empty space no one would be able to hide. Then more footsteps were heard in the third floor, Remus smirked maliciously.

-They have nowhere to run…- Remus ran after the sound. Roman followed back.

-It’s probably just some teenagers, why are you rushing?- Roman said. –We can easily kick them out-

-If they are the same teenagers, I will make them eat their own intestines!- Remus laughed.

-No, you’re not…- Roman said as he walked behind his brother.

The villains went to the last floor, there was a big hole in a wall looking at the street and a couple woods were on the ground. Both villains cautiously stepped inside, looking everywhere. When they were away from the doorstep, a couple gadgets rolled towards the entrance and made an electric net. The buzzing sound made the villains jump in surprise.

-Good evening- Syllogism presented himself, he had used his technology to turn invisible, and reappearing once he got the attention of the villains. They looked at him more annoyed than surprised.

-I am Syllogism, I came here to take you in custody-

The villains looked at each other and burst into laughter. Syllogism looked at the pair with a stoic expression.

-THAT’S THE BEST JOKE I’VE HEARD TODAY!- The Duke practically shouted between laughs.

-Indeed! May I ask, dear Sir Nerd-

-That’s not my name…- Syllogism was interrupted

-What makes you think you can arrest us?- The Prince said as he walked towards the net, hold it and absorb the electricity from it charging the energy in his hand.

-…Fascinating- Syllogism stared amazed by the powers of the villain.

The Prince throw the ball of energy towards the hero, Syllogism manage to avoid it by an inch. Deceit came out of the shadows and went to touch both villains but they moved fast. The Duke grabbed Deceit’s arm and throw him to the wall, breaking the woods in the process.

-Deceit!- Syllogism shouted as he tried to get closed but The Prince stood between him and Deceit.

-Hey, Duke. Do you want to keep this trash?- The Prince said as he charge more electricity in his hands

The Duke hummed loudly as he got close to Deceit and stepped on his back.- Nah! I’m learning to have higher standards. This…?- He said as he kicked Deceit in the face. -…It’s not exactly the best trash-

Syllogism was horrified but maintain composure, when The Prince was distracted he hold on to him and dropped him to the ground. The hero then grabbed a gadget and throw it at the other villain, it stick to him and gave him a shock. It only made The Duke burst into a fit of laughter, he stopped stepping on Deceit to look at Syllogism.

-Wow! KINKY! Do you have any more of those?!- He said suggestively, getting a groan from his brother and a confused looked from the hero. Deceit grabbed the feet of The Duke and nullified the villain’s powers, then stood up and hit The Duke in the face.

-You shouldn’t get distracted- Deceit said, mouth covered in blood.

The Duke looked at Deceit and smiled widely, blood was coming from his lip.

-Well, well, well! Looks like you aren’t such a wet noodle after all!-

The Duke and Deceit fought while The Prince fought against Syllogism. Syllogism was avoiding each hit, trying to study the movements and how the charging works looking everywhere for a way to contain him. The Prince manage to hit him with an electrified punch in the stomach, the waves of electricity went through his body filling him with a horrible pain. Deceit was defending himself from the punches and kicks from the aggressive villain when he notice Syllogism stumbling, The Prince kept punching and making him go towards the hole in the wall. Deceit punch and throw The Duke to the ground and ran towards Syllogism but the villain grabbed his feet and he fell, then he placed himself on top of him.

-Awww… What’s the matter? Are you tired of playing with me?- The Duke said in a sickly and mischievous manner. –Why don’t you relax and see the spectacle?-

The Duke grabbed Deceit’s hat, putting it on while pulling the hero’s hair so he could watch his comrade being beaten. Deceit didn’t know what to do at that moment, he wiggled and tried to move but the villain was holding him down.

Syllogism was still stunned, trying to compose himself and to not fall back. The Prince kicked him really hard but not enough to send him flying out. Syllogism was getting irritated, especially with the laughter of the villain.

-And I thought heroes were supposed to be strong! First that emo nightmare and now a magician and a nerd!-

Syllogism looked up, eyes locked on the villain. Emo nightmare?

The Duke laughed. –Oh, yeah! He played all tough, until I spooked him! He was such a crybaby- The Duke made a crying motion with his hands.

Syllogism manage to stand up, maintaining enough equilibrium so he didn’t fall.

-Which hero…?- He asked quietly, The Prince catch what he said.

–Why?- the villain said between laughs.

-Tell me… Which…?- Syllogism tried to maintain composure and balance, he was in so much pain but the anger was bubbling up.

-I don’t know? I’m good at describing though. Let’s see… he had purple hair, he was really weak and pretty stupid for trying to stop us. It was fun looking at him crumble after shocking him!- Both villains started to laugh.

Syllogism was angry, how dare they hurt his son? How dare them!? The pain he felt was dissipating, now pure anger was his motor, he took a couple steps towards the villain. The Prince looked surprised and went to shock the hero again, Syllogism grabbed the villains arm and twisted into a lock.

-HEY!- the villain screamed.

-You and him are coming with us right this instant- Syllogism said in a cold tone.

The Duke looked surprised and went to stand up to help his brother, Deceit took the opportunity to hold the villain down. He then pulled a pair of handcuffs and placed them in his hands. The villain started to scream and to try to stand up, The Prince took notice and charge his energy around his body making Syllogism took his hands off of him.

-Alright, it was fun but now you two need to leave- The Prince charge his hands and went to punch Syllogism who protected himself using his arms.

The electricity burned his arms and with each hit he was taking another step back. He tried to think of what to do, he was still pretty dizzy from the beat down. Deceit was screaming his name while still holding the angry villain down, but Syllogism couldn’t make up what else he was saying. He was in a daze. The Prince was ready to kick the hero out of the building, so in a rush of pure adrenaline, Syllogism grabbed the villain’s leg and throw The Prince behind him. The hero dropped to the ground and laid there trying to make sense of all the noise around him.

The sound of screams and a car alarm filled the atmosphere. Syllogism started to hear clearly what the yelling was about, it wasn’t Deceit as he thought. The Duke was shouting frantically and choking on his own words. Was he crying?

-YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD! I WILL KILL YOU ALL! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU TWO ARE FUCKING DEAD!- That was what The Duke was repeating.

Syllogism manage to stand up, still confused by what was going on. He looked at Deceit who was still holding The Duke down and looking horrified at the wall. The older hero looked behind him and saw the empty place and the hole was now well open, pieces of wood were on the ground. He walked towards the wall and looked outside. His mind was filled with horror.

The Prince’s body was over the car, the alarm was still going off not stopping any time soon.

-What have I done…?- He thought to himself. –Focus. You still have to take care of the other villain-

-Deceit, get him down. I’ll… I’ll take care of… the other one…- He wasn’t sure he wanted to get close. What could he do? The Prince was dead, not even Virgil could do something for him. It was the first time Syllogism ever made this kind of mistake, a regretful, horrifying mistake.

Deceit only nodded and stood up while grabbing the villain, who was wiggling and kicking the air angry and heartbroken.

-I’M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL! YOU’LL SEE!! I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR FACES ARE CRUSHED INTO STONE! I WILL DISMEMBER YOUR BODIES AND FEED THEM TO THE RATS!- He kept screaming while crying, his eyes were filled with anger but deep inside Remus was crushed. His brother, his role model, his partner in crime was gone. Roman was gone. His only family, his dear brother was gone, and it was the heroes’ fault.

Deceit manage to dragged him down the stairs as best as he could, being careful on not to drop him by accident. They didn’t need another dead person.

Syllogism float down slowly, he really didn’t want to get close. Why did he do that? What was he supposed to do? He took out his communicator while floating down.

-B-base… This is Syllogism- He said shakily, going down felt like hours.

-Syllogism, what’s the status on The Prince and The Duke?- Dot’s voice came in.

-I-…The Duke is… secured…- The hero stuttered.

-Syllogism? What’s going on? What happened?- Dot sounded concern.

-Dot… I- I killed The Prince…- The hero said.

He finally got to the ground and got close to the body.

-Oh… Oh no… Lo- Syllogism… There will be back up. I can send Mender to- She was interrupted.

-God no… Don’t-Don’t bring him here… Th-there’s nothing he can do- He inspected the body, blood was coming from the mouth and the head. The Prince wasn’t moving at all, but he was breathing, slow and hardly doing so but still breathing.

-DOT! SEND BACK UP! The Prince IS STILL ALIVE BUT BARELY!- Syllogism said yelling.

-O-OH! ALRIGHT! I’LL SEND MENDER AS WELL!- Dot yelled back in a panic.

-I’m here, no need to call- Mender came floating. Of course he had disobeyed.

Syllogism watch as his son came closer to The Prince.

-Holy shit, he is really fucked- Mender said as he got close, not wasting more time he placed a hand on The Prince’s arm, starting the healing process.

-Vir- Mender…- He got interrupted by a loud thump in the building. Both heroes look towards the building. Syllogism then looked at his son.

-Go check, I’ll take care of this- Mender said, blood had stopped coming from The Prince’s wound.

Syllogism wanted to tell his son something, but it had to wait. –Don’t overuse your powers, Mender- He said as he went inside the building.

He found Deceit stunned holding his head and kneeling in the ground, a pair of handcuffs were on the ground. The Duke had escaped.

-Fuck…- Deceit said. –I’m sorry Logan…- he said really embarrassed

-It’s alright, Dee. We’ll catch him sooner or later. Now we need to focus on The Prince-

Deceit look up shocked. Both heroes went outside the building to reunite with Mender.

Remus ran to the backyard of the building, he ran and didn’t look back. His eyes were filled with tears. He ran and ran, until he got into a well-lit building and hide in the dark alleyway. He clench his fists until the knuckles turned white, then dropped to his knees and started hitting the ground furiously. Remus chocked the words he wanted to yell, he wanted to scream but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He felt miserable, so miserable. More miserable than he ever did back at their home.

Footsteps alarmed the villain, making him look up angrily. He would take his anger on whoever was coming towards him.

-Oh my goodness…Remus?- A chirpy voice sounded

Remus froze in his place

-Long time no see!-

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Holy crap! I havent upload for a while. Life went like crazy last months. Anyway, here ya go! I will try to make it more often. Sorry for the wait.

Prologue/ CH 1/ CH 2 / CH 3 / CH 4 / CH 5 / CH 6 / CH 7

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thegalacticmoth · 5 years

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Sanders Sides: Tangled AU (LAMP/CALM)

Chapter 1

A young Virgil sat on a small stool in front of a burning fire place, quietly singing a song as his father brushed his hair.

"-Bring back what once was mine,

Heal what has been hurt,

change the fates design,

save what has been lost,

Bring back what once was mine,

What once was mine..."

"Father," the child began."Why can't I go outside." He asked quietly as he let his father brushed his short golden hair.

"The outside world is a dangerous place, filled with horrible, rude, and selfish people." His father began."you must stay here with me, where you are safe." He continued."Do you understand, flower?"

"Yes father." Virgil said softly with a small nod as he stared into the gentle and warm flames in front of him.

-five years later-

"Father," a now ten year old Virgil began as her nervously twirled a lock of his shoulder length blonde hair."I was wondering if I could, just this once, cut my hair?" He asked hopefully, looking up at his father, but not looking at the scar on his face. Father hated it when he did that.

"Of course virgil, you may most certainly your hair. Ever." His father said as he looked down at him."Do you understand?"

Now, it may sound like his father was agreeing, but it was the opposite.

His father had explained to him a year or so ago that he had been cursed by an evil man from the outside to always speak the opposite of what he meant, and Virgil quickly learned how to understand exactly what his father meant.

"Yes father, but it's just long and it gets annoy-"

"Do you understand virgil." He said, his voice lowering as he glared at the small boy.

Virgil's mouth clicked shut with an audible click as he quickly nodded.

"Yes father." He said, before quickly scurrying off to his room.

"And are you sure this won't work." Deceit asked as he took the potion from the man in front of him.

"Certainly, now my payment?" The man said with a smirk as he held his hand out.

Deceit scoffed but tossed over the small sack of money.

"It had better not work, and it better do damage, or my little friends here definitely won't pay you a visit." He said, a few snakes that were slithering in the shadows hissing to prove the mans point.

The mans smile grew even more, seemingly unafraid of the snakes."of course, of course." He said with a wave of his hand."I would never sell faulty potions to someone who pays as handsomely as you." He said as he jiggled the coins in the bag.

Deceit rolled his eyes before turning away.

"Goodbye Remus, let us meet again soon." He said sarcastically.

Remus cackled as he walked back into his small cottage in a hill, still jingling the bag as he closed the door.

"Father what is this?" Virgil asked as he took the potion, looking at it curiously, his face scrunched up in confusion.

"It's definitely not a potion to make your hair stop growing." He said as he turned away from Virgil to continue making dinner.

"But, why would you-"

"You didn't say that your hair was annoying." He began."and you can cut it, so you can drink this instead." He said.

"Drink it tonight before you go to bed." He said with a huff.

Virgil stared at him for a few seconds before smiling.

"Thank you father." He said as he moved forward to hug him, but was quickly shoved away. Not roughly, but hard enough to make him back up a few steps.

"What have a bit said about hugging Virgil?"

Virgil bit his lip.

"That...that to only hug you when you hug me." He said as he looked down.

"No Virgil," deciet said as he kneeled in front of Virgil.

"You know Father doesn't love you virgil," he began."But you need to not listen to fathers rules, Alright?" He said as he held his arms out for a hug.

Virgil nodded."Yes father." He said as he quickly hugged him.

The hug was brief, only a second or so long before father pulled away.

"Now, it's not your birthday, and I didn't get you a present." He said as he stood up.

Virgil smiled."really?" He asked hopefully."What is it?" He asked.

"You'll have to not wait until after dinner." He said, gently patting his head before turning back to the stove.

"Don't go wait in your room, I won't call you when dinner is ready." He said.

Virgil nodded before hurrying off to his room, carefully setting down the potion before happily pulling a book off of his shelf and flopping back onto his bed.

Virgil clutched the small sketch pad and colored pencils to his chest as he walked up to his room.

Dinner had been great, father had made his favorite soup. They'd even had some strawberry pie for dessert! And father had gotten him a new sketchbook and colors! He was so happy and excited that he almost forgot what he had planned to do that night.

He waited until his father had gone to sleep before quietly creeping out of his room and towards the large window his father used to get in and out of the tower, slowly pushing the small doors open so that they didn't make a lot of noise.

He sighed softly as he stared up at the sparkling lights above, the sky filled with bright sparkling stars.

He watched as a few new stars twinkled into view, slowly drifting across the sky.

These were his stars. They only showed up on this night, his birthday. They made him feel special. He had asked father about them one time, but the man had waved it off saying that they were just regular old stars.

But Virgil couldn't help but feel like they were special.

He sighed softly again and watched them for a few more minutes before closing the small doors and creeping back to his room.

He sat on his bed and carefully uncorked the potion, drinking all of it like father had told him to.

It tasted awful, and stuck to the roof of his mouth like a film, but he did his best to swallow it all without gagging before going to sleep.

"WHAT ISN'T THIS!!!" Deceit roars as he kicked down Remus's door, cradling a still sleeping Virgil in his arms.

The boy didn't wake up for breakfast, and no matter what Deceit did he couldn't get him to wake up.

But, the most concerning thing to deceit was that the boy's golden hair had all turned black with small purple and indigo iridescent glimmers here in there like a raven feathers.

Remus jumped back and skittered behind the kitchen table with a squeak.

"W-what ever do you mean." He asked as he looked at him innocently.

"Why. Is. His. Hair. Not. Black!!!" He seethed as he stalked across the room towards the man.

"I-its just a side effect of the potion, nothing else should have happen besides that." He said reassuringly.

"And why did you tell me?" Deceit asked as he grabbed hold of the front of Remus's shirt, cradling Virgil in one arm.

"It, ahem, it seemed to have slipped my mind." He said with a smile.

Deceit huffed and shoved him back, sending Remus stumbling into a wall.

"It had better done something else." He said."or you won't wish you had met me." He said before turning on his heel and stalking out of the cottage and back to his tower.

Virgil woke up several hours later.

"...Father?" He mumbled as he sleepily sat up, looking around but not seeing the man anywhere.

He carefully slipped out of bed and walked out of his room.

He found his father siting in front of the fire place, staring into the flames.

"Father?" He said again, causing the man to jerk and quickly turn to look at him.

"Ah, virgil, my not sweet little flower, are you not feeling better?" He asked.

"I-yes father, but I don't quite understand, was I sick?" He asked as he let his father guide him to sit in the stool in front of him.

"No virgil, you weren't sick." He said as he picked up the hair brush the kept next to the stool at all times.

"Don't sing me a song little flower, it won't make you and me both feel better." He said as he began to brush his hair.

Virgil sighed softly before nodded slightly as he began to sing.

"Flower gleam and glow,

Let your power shine,

Make the clock reverse,

Bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt,

Change the dates design,

Save what has been lost,

Bring back what once was mine,

What once was mine..." he sang quietly, his dark hair glowing faintly as he sang. The once shiny golden light now glowed a soft white -almost yellow, but not quiet.

Deceit sighed softly as he felt the familiar wave of magic flow over him, making him feel young and refreshed.

"There little flower, I'm sure you don't feel better now." He said with a smile as he set the brush down.

"Yes father." He said with a small yawn.

"Please do fall asleep virgil, you just woke up." He said with a huff.

"Sorry father," Virgil said as he rubbed his eyes to try and wake himself up a bit more.

"Come little flower, lets not get some food in you." He said as he stood up and lead Virgil into the kitchen.

~seven years later~

Virgil, now seventeen, was looking around for his friend Remy. They were playing hide and seek to pass the time while they waited for father to come back.

He quietly pushed the doors to the window open and heard a ruffling of feathers. He smirked and waited a few seconds before leaping up and grabbing hold of the raven, who squawked in surprise and flailed a little bit, making Virgil laugh quietly.

"I found you Remy." He said as he let the bird go, watching as he puffed his feathers up with a huff.

"Wanna play again?" He asked as he leaned against the windowsill.

Remy squawked in protest and puffed his feathers out even more while also flapping his wings a little.

Virgil smiled and shook his head.

"Okay then, what do you want to do?" he asked.

Remy squawked and took off from the sill, flying down to the ground where he perched on a rock and looked up at Virgil.

"Umm, no." Virgil said as he gave him an exasperated look."look, Rem, we've gone over this," he began with a sigh."I like it inside, and so do you." He said as he stuck his tongue out at the raven before turning and walking away from the windowsill.

Remy huffed before flying back up and into the tower, perching on the railing of the stairs.

"Come in rem, it's not horrible inside." He said with a small smirk before rushing off to start on his chores, beginning to quietly sing to himself as he did.

"Seven a.m., the usual morning lineup,

Start on the chores and sweep 'till the floor's all clean..." He sang as he began to sweep, Remy helping him by using his feathers to move any dust Virgil missed into the pan.

"Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up, Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15" Virgil sang quietly as he leaned against the wall next to the clock with a sigh. He was exaggerating a little, it was more like seven twenty five, but eh.

He decided to head up to his room to relax a little bit.

"And so I'll read a book

Or maybe two or three" he sang quietly as he pulled a few well-worn books off of his shelf. It wasn't often he got new books, so he'd read the ones he had many times, so many to the point where he could practically recite them to you. He still enjoyed reading them though.

After he got tired of reading he decided to paint the walls a bit. Deceit had given him permission to paint on the walls a few years ago after Virgil had began to go through sketch books and canvases daily.

"I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery,

I'll play guitar and knit

And cook and basically

Just wonder when will my life begin?"

Virgil sighed and looked at the clock. It was only noon? Why did time move so slowly. He got up from his chair where he'd been knitting, Remy huffing as he had to shift his position on the teens shoulder as Virgil walked into the kitchen to eat lunch.

"Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking," Virgil sang as he pulled a pie out of the oven. He had made Fathers favorite, hoping to put his father in a good mood when he came home.

"Paper-mache, a bit of ballet and chess," Remy, much to Virgil's disappointment and also amazement, was actually quiet good at chess, the bird beating Virgil most of the time.

He continued to sing quietly.

"Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making.

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb, Sew a dress!" Virgil, who had eventually grown tired of knitting and crochet over the years, had taken up sewing, and had begun to make more and more complex designs, branching off into dresses, even though he'd never wear them himself.

"And I'll reread the books

If I have time to spare," which he did really, all he time in the world, seeing as he had no where to go and nothing else to do really.

I'll paint the walls some more

I'm sure there's room somewhere" which there really wasn't, seeing as he'd filled up almost every bit of space with his paintings over the years. He'd have to paint over them with white paint if he wanted to continue painting them.

"And then I'll brush and brush

And brush and brush my hair." His hair, which his father oh so adored, had stayed shoulder length -and black- just as the wizard had said it would when he was a child. And while he didn't need to brush t that much, it gave him something to do. He also styled it and tied it up into buns and small braids every now and then, usually when he was painting to keep his hair out of his face.

"Stuck in the same place I've always been

And I'll keep wanderin' and wanderin'

And wanderin' and wonderin'

When will my life begin?"

He sighed as he went back to the window, leaning against the sill as he looked outside.

"tomorrow night,

The lights will appear

Just like they do on my birthday each year" he sang quietly with a small frown as he sat down, resting his chin on his arm as he continued to stare outside longingly.

"What is it like

Out there where they glow?

Now that I'm older

Father might just

Let me go."

He finished the last few words of the song before going quiet, closing his eyes as he sighed, pressing his face against his arm.

Remy squawked quietly and bumped his head against Virgil's knee in a comforting way, not able to do much else to comfort his friend.

Virgil opened his eyes and turned to look at the bird.

"Thanks rem." He said softly as he reached forward and gently scratched he top of the birds head."What would I do without you." He said with a small smile before turning to look out the window again.

"I know it's not safe," he began."the outside world sounds terrifying," he continued.

"But...if someone like you," he said as he turned back to Remy."my best friend, came from out there..."

"Well, it can't be that bad." He said as he glanced back outside.

"Can it?"

To be continued.

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What’s In A Heart? (Heart Point Fic)

Summary- How does one resident dad friend deal with feelings? With a lot of difficulty, that’s for sure

Warnings- Crying, a breakup (?? I think that’s it)

Words- 1600

Notes- Finally I’ve written something, I’m so sorry it’s been forever. This is part of my and @stars-and-rose Heart Point AU, taking place in Patton’s perspective because I had an okay idea like,, a few months ago and I finally came back to it. Definitely you should read the actual fic <HERE> and also <CH 4> because it provides necessary context. I didn’t put it on ao3 cause the actual fic isn’t there either sooo yeh. ENJOY! Tell me what you thought!

Patton winced as he watched Logan look over at Roman for the millionth time that day. It was impressive how oblivious Roman was, as Logan’s gaze lasted longer and longer until he was basically staring at the other teen. Some part of it was infuriating to watch. Logan was being so obvious. He considers the fact that Logan must be just as oblivious, seeing as Patton had liked him since they met freshman year and he was decidedly not good at hiding his feelings. Everyone who knew Patton would tell him that. Sighing internally, he looked up and caught Remy’s eye, and Remy rolled his eyes, indicating that he was quite annoyed with the painfully obvious pining that was happening right next to him. Patton rolled his eyes back and shrugged at him. It’s not like he could do anything about it.

As the day went on, he forgot about the incident. It was just one of the many he’d had to endure, and this was especially uneventful. He remembered a time where Logan had brought Roman his favorite flowers, clearly trying to ask him out, and Roman, completely unaware, had friend-zoned him. If Patton was honest with himself, he had thought it was kind of funny, though afterward, he had had a long chat with Logan about feelings. He remembered how sad Logan had been, and being him, he had to help even though he liked Logan. They talked for hours about how Roman was painfully ignorant when it came to other people and about Patton’s secret crush. Logan had pressed him a little, the boy’s curious nature driving him to question everything, but Patton had turned him down with a sad smile. He had vowed that he would never tell Logan.Though even just talking about it with said-crush made him feel a tad bit better about the situation. Even though Logan had no idea.

Though it was hard to keep a straight face around Logan, he had practice. Sure, his face would flush a little, but as far as Logan knew, it was just him. He had learned how to be normal, he didn’t need the other boy thinking he was crazy. Besides, after their conversation or interaction, he could easily just go and complain to Roman or Remy. He was lucky he had friends who would listen to his trivial boy problem.

After a horrifyingly awkward class with Logan, he made himself a promise to go complain about the incident with Roman. It wasn’t something he allowed himself often, he didn’t want to bother any of his friends with a silly little crush that he may or may not have had since he met the nerdy boy, but today he needed to talk about it or he would seriously go crazy. Plus, now that he thought about it, a little heart to heart with Roman might not be a bad idea. He had found out recently that Vance had been cheating on his best friend with Cassidy, a hotheaded girl set for prom queen among other things. Even though that was like, months away. Lost in thought, he made his way back to his dorm room.

Opening the door to the small space he immediately frowned. Roman was nowhere in sight, probably out with his boyfriend on a date or something. He huffed, exasperated. This was definitely a moment where Roman’s ignorance affected him quite negatively. It was so infuriatingly obvious the way Vance basically drooled over Cassidy. And only Roman would be so blind to not see it. Grumbling quietly, he rolled onto his bed, scrolling through Pinterest on his phone. At some point, Remy had joined him in his mindless nothingness, and so they sat, enjoying the quiet.

About and hour or so passed (he lost track of time) when he heard the door practically slam open, the sound of hiccuping sobs making him sit up in alarm. Roman was stood there, his face flushed a deep shade of red as tears spilled mercilessly down his cheeks. In an instant, he was stood up, tending to Roman’s needs as if he were a little kid again, making sure everything was okay. In a hysterical confirmation of what he had already assumed, he shifted fully into dad mode, a name his friends came up with for his overwhelmingly parental nature.

After a few outbursts and small squabbles between him and Remy and also making sure everything with Roman was as perfect as it could be, the door opened again to show a winded but concerned Logan. Grumbling internally because he had just been able to think about something other than the nerd’s perfect face, he let Logan inside, showing him to their sad friend. Patton watched from where he stood as Logan quieted the crying, gifting Roman some stickers that he just knew were going to be Roman’s new favorites. It made him disappointed but also proud at the same time. Logan was finally learning how to deal with emotional outbursts like his and Ro’s. But he knew that the nerd would never show his full capacity for caring outside of Roman. It was just a fact he had come to accept.

Somehow, Logan had convinced him to let him take Roman for a few. It was against his need to know what was happening with his best friend as well as against his better judgement, but the voice in his head told him that Logan cared and wouldn’t let anything happen to his dramatic bff. He could see the knowing look in the other’s eyes as Logan walked Roman out of the dorm room and away to who knows where, leaving him alone once more.

After just the right amount of time spent alone with nothing to worry about, a frantic kick at the door woke him out of his calm stupor. Groggily he opened the door, revealing a panicked Logan holding a limp Roman. He let the shock of the situation wear off before he ushered Logan inside, having him place the fainted Roman onto his bed. First of order, he placed his fingers to Roman’s neck, and the calming feeling of his pulse reassured him that Roman was going to be just fine. Next on his list was interrogating Logan. Just before he was about to unleash his parental wrath on his crush and friend, Remy strolled in, holding an on brand Starbucks cup and a smirk, stopping the murderous storm that Patton was about to cause.

Roman did eventually wake up, muttering strange things about hearts and stars among other things, making Patton think the brain damage Roman may have suffered was more severe than they might have realized. Or he was just rambling.

Ever since the fainting incident, Roman had been acting weird. Like, weirder-than-normal weird. It started with the whole star and heart confusion that had happened, but he’d been straight up disappearing at some moments, saying really strange things the next. In all honesty, it had been starting to worry Patton. Up until he found out about that.

He wasn’t mad. Well, maybe he was a little, but overall he was just dejected and a little betrayed. When Remy had come up to him gossiping about Roman having a date with Logan it was safe to say he was a little crushed. Though now that he thought about it, that’s probably exactly why he hadn’t gotten told about the whole kissing debacle.

It just hurt. And he felt like his reasons were pretty justified too. Roman had known about his feelings. There had been many occasions on which he would just sit and talk to his best friend about Logan and how he felt and now everything was flipped on its head and turned backwards. Roman was going on a date with Logan. He knew his feelings were never going to be reciprocated but this was how his heart had to break. Not because of Logan, but because of Roman. At least he still had Remy to talk to. For now at least.

He wasn’t going to be mad at Roman. That’s what he promised himself. His friend’s newfound feelings for Logan was more important than his own.

If he cried when he heard the news, well, only Remy would be able to tell you for sure.

Everything that had occurred that day left Patton utterly exhausted. The betrayal he felt because of the date and his feelings, the guilt he felt from spying on said date with Remy, the absolute terror that the escape room had caused him, it was all a bit too much. So when he heard a knock at the door of his dorm room and a questioning “Roman?” that decidedly was not Logan, it took everything in his heart to not pass out right there, ignoring the voice. But he didn’t.

Opening the door revealed a tall emo with dyed hair that had a suspicious resemblance to Remy. In his mind, he immediately had adopted the older boy. After greeting him and inviting him in, he found out what the senior was really here for. To invite Roman out with him. Whether this was a date or not he wasn’t sure, but if he said his heart didn’t jump at the fact that he may still have a chance with Logan, well, he’d be lying. He grinned, telling the older boy that he’d pass along the message to Roman. Closing his door, he felt a strange mix of guilt and glee as he returned to his bed, ready for a good night’s sleep.

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i-can-get-extra-with-my-ships · 5 years

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A Slice Of My Love. Chapter 8. The One Where I Get Sent Downstairs And Em Gives You One Of The Stupidest Things She's Come Up With.

Hello, my children! If you saw the teaser then you know where this is going. I think writing about Virgil losing his sanity is making me lose mine. Anywho, it’s serious talk time.

Parings: Vilonso/Deathbread. (Oh god that felt weird to write. I’m normally the person who looks at people’s ocs, not the person who makes ocs.)

Tw: Heathers and Be More Chill references, cursing, a slight NSFW mention (if you’ve listened to the song More Than Survive you know what I’m getting at), bomb mention, the death/murder of the fourth wall, and Virgil being insane. (The norm for this book)

Ok here’s a new thing: I’m going to link the four songs that are mentioned/sang/used:

I Am Damaged (from Heathers tw: explosions, suicide, and suicide mention): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlVxhg-HVCk

Candy Store (from Heathers):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQOoTX1Nxx8

More Than Survive (from Be More Chill): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuOrwWdJFEs

Voices In My Head (from Be More Chill): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvpaivDBwQs

(Both Be More Chill songs the original cast recording because I listened to like 6 lines of More Than Survive from the Broadway one and hated it. (Will Connolly is SOOO much better for Jeremy) Look at this!! I’ve only been into this show for two days (on the day of publishing this chapter) and I have incredibly strong opinions already!!! And Heathers is the world premiere cast recording because you can hate me later, I hate the West End version of Heathers. They used the HIGH SCHOOL replacement for Blue!! I can tangent more about how much I hate the West End version of Heathers and the Broadway version of BMC later if you so wish.)

Virgil’s POV

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“Virgil, could you please go downstairs?” Patton asked me.

Well, good luck to princey. I think we just got Ramen murdered. Oops, I did it again. I played with your- Why are you like this? Why are either of you like this?

I let go of Roman’s hand and begrudgingly went downstairs. I want to know what they were saying. Actually, I think I can find out.

Em, what are they talking about?

(Now is not the time for you to find out.)

You’re writing this chapter before you write what they’re saying, aren’t you?

(Umm… Maybe!! But I have notes!!!)

Ahh yes, the very “scientific notes” you have that are written in cursive, with the all caps too because you're just extra like that.

“FaLsEhOoD!!!!!!!!!”

I jumped at Logan’s screech. Jesus!! What was that for?

(Dunno, it was funny.)

You know what will be funny? Seeing how you work that into the next chapter.

(Virgil, Virgil, Virgil, I already know how I’m gonna add that to the story. I’m decently smart when I feel like it.)

I can just hear the angry readers. Like I said in chapter 2, there is no fourth wall for this cautionary tale. For my chapters at least. OH!! That’s a funny idea.

(To the tune of I am Damaged)

It is damaged.

Far to damaged.

The readers think it’s not beyond repair.

I’ll stick around here.

I won’t make things better.

Cause Em’s beat us fair and square.

Step away from the wall now.

Little further.

I know what this thing will do.

Hope you miss it.

Please don’t kiss it.

I don’t need to know that you worship it.

It won’t trade its life for yours.

(Virgil what are you doing?)

And once it disappears,

(I’m in love with the reference but I’m confused.)

There’ll be a mess down here.

(Why do you have a bomb?)

Say bye to the wall.

(*Snaps fingers* There’s no more wall.)

What the? Why did you take my bomb?

(This is why Roman is JD.)

It would’ve been fine.

(You were planning to throw a bomb at the fourth wall. How would that have ended well?)

Magic!

(Ok. Yeah. We’re done. I’m gonna go now. I’ll still be the present force giving you existence. But I’m done with you. Too much lack of basic intelligence here.)

Well, at least I can have a bomb again.

(Oh yeah! And no more bombs.)

Whatever.

I was too busy talking with Em to notice Alonso on the counter again. It startled me. But now I had the perfect opportunity to talk to him without getting interrupted.

“How long have you been sitting there?”

He’d been staring at me since I came downstairs I think. He got off the counter and walked over to me. “Ehh. Not too long.”

You know what? He’s like really sketchy. We’re gonna question him to the ends of this Earth.

“How did you get here?”

“I just appeared.”

That’s a constructive answer. “No like the first time. I could’ve sworn that it was only me and Pat in the kitchen.”

“Yeah I kinda just appeared then too. Also, sweety stop slouching and your bangs!! Who the hell gave you permission to walk around with your hair like that?”

That’s who he reminded me of. The critic character from Thomas’ last video. I told Roman that the character was too similar to Remy, as the fans have dubbed the sleep character from Thomas’ shorts. Did he listen? No.

The fans didn’t care though. The love the critic. If I’m not mistaken this one discord server has dubbed him “Critic Anton Dice”. (Shout out to all my wonderful friends in the The Kinds Of Minds You’d Only Find In Hell discord server! Y’all are amazing!!!)

Still something else though. I can’t quite place my finger on it and it’s pissing me off.

That something else is why you think he’s hot. Not true. It is true. Remy pisses us off, the critic guy is an ass. It’s that something else. Both of you need to shut up or I’m yeeting myself out a goddamn window!!

That shut them both up.

“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about my hair or posture. And not gonna lie, your ‘appearing’ is kinda creepy.”

He rolled his eyes at me and fixed my bangs. “Ugh! Fine if you won’t fix them yourself I’ll do it.”

He fussed over my hair for quite some time. Once he finished, he finally brought up the ‘just appearing thing’.

“Don’t you just appear?”

I took mild offense to that. See? We don’t think he’s hot. He’s just an ass. The something else is hot. Can you both just stop? The option to yeet me out a window is still on the table. Just saying.

Anyways. I took mild offense to that. “See that’s the thing.” You have no clue how badly I wanted to say ‘with you plastics’. Not the time tho. “I appear in a not creepy way. You just pop up on the counter and don’t make a sound. It’s kinda terrifying.”

He scoffed at me. “Does it look like I care?” I rolled my eyes. “Anyways, do you guys have any coffee?” He asked.

There we go there is the Remy. You’re not wrong. Ya know, it’s kinda nice to have the voices in your head get along for once. SHUT UP!! BESIDES, HE’S STARING!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HIM COFFEE!!! GODDAMN!!! CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!

I played of the incredibly pissed voices in my head like they were nothing and answered Alonso’s question. “Uhh, yeah we have coffee, but it’s like noon now.”

“Do I look like I care? This bitch needs his Starbucks.”

“We have coffee, not Starbucks.”

“Whatever, I just need caffeine.”

Huh. This guy really is Remy, isn’t he? Yeah, he is. I need coffee too so it’s a win-win.

I walked to the kitchen and started making coffee. While the coffee machine was doing coffee machine things, I was sitting on the counter. Alonso had started looking through the cabinets.

I cocked my head to the side messing up my recently “fixed” bangs.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for sugar. You got any?”

“Yeah. It’s in that cabinet.” I pointed out the one that should have the sugar. I have no clue if it does. He went to the cabinet that I had told him that the sugar should be in and started combing through it.

I stared at the coffee machine, waiting for it to finish. I had subconsciously started to drum my hands on the counter-top. “C-c-c-come on!! C-c-c-come on!! Go! Go! C-c-c-come on!! C-c-c-come on!! Go! Go!”

Ok. You have no right to judge me. I fricken love Be More Chill. I continued with the song. Slowly getting louder. “I’m waiting for my porno to load. My brain is gonna fricken explode.”

The coffee finished. I grabbed two mugs, still singing. Like I said, I fricken love Be More Chill. I’m not gonna sit there and only sing 4 lines of More Than Survive. Also, the next part of the song fits.

“And now, of course, it’s time to hit the road.” I poured some coffee into the mugs “Which means I’ll be uncomfortable all day, but that really isn’t such a change. If I'm not feeling weird or super strange, my life would be in utter disarray. 'Cause freaking out is my okay.”

If Jeremy Heere isn’t me than I have no clue what is. “Good morning time to start the day.”

“But it’s noon.”

I jumped at the voice. I may or may not have forgotten that Alsonso was still there. I attempted to recover from the very obvious fact that I’d forgotten about his existence.

“It’s called Be More Chill. Have you ever heard of it?”

He had found the sugar and it was sitting on the table. I brought over the two coffee mugs.

He scoffed. “Of course I’ve heard of Be More Chill!! What rock do you assume I’m living under??”

Extra bitch. You’re not wrong though.

Me, being the idiot I am, actually, I’m not an idiot. This rather creepy man is. You don’t just interrupt someone jamming out to a Be More Chill song like that.

“So why did you interrupt me?”

He gave me this look of judgment. But judgment and something I couldn’t read.

What is it with you and not being able to read things today? First the something else and now this?

Yet another way I relate to Jeremy Heere. I could feel myself zoning out again.

“And there are voices in my head. So many voices in my head. And they can yell and hurt like hell, but I know that I'll be fine. I still have voices in my head. Yeah, there are voices in my head. Of the voices in my head, the loudest one is mine!” I had started singing again. “Loudest one is mine! Loudest one is mine!”

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Roman walking downstairs and screaming “C-C-C-COME ON!! C-C-C-COME ON!! LET’S GO!!!”

One thing that y’all need to know about being best fucken friends with Roman: He will randomly start screeching lyrics from random musical theater/Disney songs at random times.

In that moment, I was singing Voices In My Head. This added the idea/impulse (you never know with Roman) to his brain to either join in at some random part or jump in once I had stopped, even if that meant restarting the song. We don’t care.

Yes, we.

Roman doesn’t give a fuck.

I don’t have any fucks to give.

Anywho, I joined him. “C-C-C-COME ON!! C-C-C-COME ON!! LET’S GO!!!”

I heard Logan groan behind him. “OH MY GOD!! BOTH OF YOU NEED TO SHUT UP!!!!”

I locked eyes with Roman to make sure that we were in sync for the plan that was forming in our heads.

I stood up. Roman steamed “SHUT UP HEATHER!!!!” I very over dramatically fell on the floor. Roman then began to sing the Candy Store riff. I quickly stood up and sang “TIME FOR YOU TO PROVE YOU’RE NOT A LAME ASS ANYMORE!!!”

We both came in for the end. “AND STEP INTO MY CANDY STORE!!! IT’S MY CANDY STORE, IT’S MY CANDY!!!! IT’S MY CANDY STORE, IT’S MY CANDY!!!! IT’S MY CANDY STORE, IT’S MY CANDY SOOOORE!!!!!!”

We looked at Patton and Lo-, well, he had gone upstairs again. So we looked at Pat. He looked like he was about to flip his lid.

I mean, Pat had never been one for Heathers, or BMC, because of the death, murder, sex, cursing, drinking, and drugs/smoking in the shows. It’s sad though!!! All of the good shows are the ones that aren’t 100% kid-friendly!!

I looked back at Roman. We began to laugh hysterically.

I realized that Alonso wasn’t there anymore. Like anywhere.

But I didn’t care.

Right now wasn’t about Alonso.

Right now was about me being a theater geek with my best friend.

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Y’all can judge me later for all of the BMC and Heathers references!!! Heathers is Virgil’s favorite and then BMC. Fight me.

I would say that this chapter is the longest, but it’s only because of my theater tangent (which is a half a page long on google docs) in the first A/N. (The chapter is 5 pages on Google Docs)

Oof. Umm. I don’t like this chapter very much. Well, not as much as the others. I like it more than other chapters, but I still don’t like it. But not enough dislike to rewrite it.

Also, I failed my own goal. I WANTED to make this chapter post 666 on @i-can-get-extra-with-my-ships, but it’s post 695. *Sad author/theater geek/prinxietea trash goblin noises*

But I guess that this is my birthday present to myself? I’m posting this on chapter on September 22. My birthday is September 23. Ehh. Good enough.

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Ok, so before this gets really confusing:

This is the main voice inside Virgil’s head.

This is the other voice in Virgil’s head.

This is the two voices together.

(This is me, the author, Em, talking to Virgil, adding a random A/N in the middle of the chapter, or just establishing something like a stage direction almost. Ex. (To the tune of I Am Damaged) in this chapter. The difference between this one and the one above it is the parentheses.)

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The now almost 13-year-old “author” (that isn't really an author),

(P.s with the sign-off and this part, the chapter is now just barely over 5 pages long on google docs. I need to cool it with the A/Ns. No one cares/reads the A/N. Why do I tell you guys this random crap?)

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Taglist (I need to be informed if you’d like to get added, preferably through DMs or the inbox so I can make sure you get added): @winterswishing-reblogs @just-some-gt-trash @thetomorrowshow @iixclementine @an-existing-leah @elatedgiff

#Look at that rather healthy taglist.#If there's any chapter I'd like feed back on it would be this one #Please.#You feed back is greatly appreciated.#A Slice Of My Love #Em's crappy attempts at writing #Vilonso #Yes it gets a tag.#Uhh oof.#What am I doing?#Also #I have no damn clue as to when chapter 9 will come into existence.#I wrote Alonso's character in a way that I'm making myself suffer.#And I made it 10x harder for Vee to fall for the prick.#oof

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caydthegay · 5 years

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Stitched Smile Chapter two

Fandom: Sanders Sides Relationship: Anxceit, Summary: The wrong sets of words spirals Virgil into doing somethings that he believes is for the best. What happens when someone else finds out and isn't happy about it?

The days that followed seemed to go by quietly. The house felt lighter, which was good, but sad as well. Sad because no one seemed to realize what had truly taken place.

It didn't help much that Virgil would pull his hood up a lot more now. But what was probably the worst, were the new compliments.

"Oh Virgil!! Your smile looks adorable today!!!" Patton said when he glanced to see Virgil in the kitchen. He was currently working on breakfast when he saw the other side come in, hood up. He could see a smile though on Virgil's face that made Patton's heart sore.

It meant that maybe Virgil was starting to realize how much they loved him. Yes it had been different when they realized they had a new side, when Virgil first appeared, but Patton loved him all the same. He was glad to know that maybe he was finally letting his walls down. It would explain the lighter feeling around the home.

"Heh, thanks Pat. I'm gonna be in my room if you need me ok?" Virgil had said as he started walking out. Patton nodded as he attended to the eggs.

"Breakfast will be ready soon!!' He said and looked to see Virgil nodding as he left. Patton sighed and smiled as he worked on breakfast, a bit more pep in his mood from seeing the other smiling.

The others seemed to notice as well. They noticed the lack of actual anxiety that Thomas had seemed to be having as of late, and Roman was thrilled to say the least.

"I've had so much more time now to create and have ideas!! I wonder what has gotten our now not so dark and stormy night in a better mood" he wondered as he sprawled out on Logan's bed. Logan looked up from the book, he had been reading before the creative side barged in without knocking, and closed it quietly. With being able to work on the schedules and manage everything else, he had found himself having time on his own hands.

"Perhaps he's taken our advice and found a way to calm his own anxiety?" He suggested and Roman hummed at the thought.

"Maybe, which would be wonderful! Finally, we won't have to worry about him feeling upset so much. Maybe he'll start coming to movie nights!!!" Roman sat up, eyes sparkling with excitement. He got up and began talking about the possibilities now they could have and do with Virgil being less anxious and nervous about everything. Logan couldn't help but smile as he listened. If he was being honest, he was also happy about this new feeling. It felt like the weight of mass pressure had been lifted. To know that someone they all truly saw as a close friend was finally relaxing around them was good. It showed how far they had come since the beforehand.

Oh if only they knew the truth though……

Inside Virgil's room, the mirror was shattered. Blood stained the mirror from where it had first been hit, which caused it to shatter.

Tears were spilling down from button eyes as Virgil sobbed quietly into his hoodie. Spider webs seemed to cover so much of the room now, along with a deeper darkness. It never left the room though, Virgil made sure of it.

He carefully bandaged his hand up, after making sure there hadn't been any glass in it, before getting up and wiping his face. It was late and honestly he was starving.

Virgil pulled on his hoodie and walked out of his room, walking into the half dark, half lit hallway. His room in a way was a barrier, bordering on the end of the dark side hallway. It was so if anyone truly dark tried to come down, he could protect everyone else. The anxious side only made it a couple steps from his room, before he heard someone speak.

"Virgil?" He turned and in the hall stood Deceit. His eyes seemed to go wide as he stared at the younger sides face.

"Hey Dee, why are you awake?" He asked, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. The lying side didn't reply. He didn't even speak, only stared.

"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" He said and felt both scared and angry at the same time. Deceit could only swallow as one hand slowly moved towards Virgil's face.

"Oh my misunderstood web weaver…… What have they made you do?" He whispered in horror. Virgil stiffened and turned away.

"Nothing Dee. Don't worry about this ok? I mean haven't you felt the shift? Everyone is happier now. Thomas is doing better. They see that I'm smiling and don't see sad or scary eyes anymore. This is better" he tried to explain.

"Better?" Deceit said as he stood there, tensing and shaking.

"This is better !?!? Virgil look at you!!! You've sewn yourself up!!" He shouted and Virgil rushed over and put his hands over Deceit's mouth.

"Can you be any louder? Everyone is trying to sleep" he hissed out. Virgil was so busy trying to get him to stay quiet, he hadn't noticed Dee grab him until they sunk out of the hall and into Deceit's room.

Deceit yanked Virgil's hands from his mouth, face full of rage.

"Look at you! Have they actually noticed what you've done or have they been so self absorbed that because of them you've mutilated yourself!?" He demanded. He wanted to go and wake up each of those damn light sides and make them see what has happened. To show them the pain they've truly caused to someone that's supposed to be their family. It made his insides twist with anger.

"Dee please calm down. This isn't a big deal" "Yes it is!! This isn't something you should have ever, ever, had to do. My sweet spinner…." He said softly and placed a gentle hand on Virgil's face.

"You've been crying as well, don't say you haven't because you know I can sense when everyone lies" he said softly. Virgil's breath hitched at that and he swallowed.

"Which is why I know this isn't ok… I know you're lying to yourself and saying that you're better this way. That the others are doing better because of this. I don't buy it." He said and watched as Virgil tried to speak. Watched as the boy tried to defend himself and everyone else like always, before finally breaking down.

Virgil grabbed at Deceit's capelet, Dee noticing that one had was bandaged and fueled his rage, before sobbing against him. He wailed and winced as the stitches tugged at his mouth. Blood slipped down from his stitched mouth as he cried against him.

"I've tried so hard. It's been my fault" he said and Deceit held him close.

"No Virgil, none of this is your fault. You were only doing your job and trying to protect everyone. But this is not a battle you're suppose to fight alone." He moved and grabbed some tissues before carefully wiping at Virgil's face.

"This sadness that has been building is coming from everyone. The only reason everyone thinks it's gotten better is because you've been pulling it into your room again, haven't you?" He said as he snapped his fingers and made a chair appear so Virgil could sit. The purple haired boy looked ashamed as he sat and nodded.

"This is not your battle to fight alone, and certainly not your responsibility to make everyone feel better. They're supposed to be adults, and it seems that they have forgotten something very important" he said and Virgil looked confused.

"What is that?" He asked, voice small and hoarse from his sobs.

"That words hurt. That so many things can be taken wrong, and that's what they've done." He didn't need to know the full story to know what had happened. Deceit remembered before when Virgil use to tell him about the cruel words they spoke, the tones they used. So many times did he have to help his small dark side sleep, having to lie and say that things would be better.

Honestly he truly believed that the lies were finally turning out to be truths instead. But it looks like he had been wrong, oh so wrong.

"Come on, we're going to fix you" he said as he moved closer. Virgil stiffened and looked confused and scared.

"Fix me?" He couldn't help but ask out loud.

"We're getting rid of these buttons and these stitches. This right now isn't you, so now we're going to make this right". " And tomorrow I'm going to make things right. Whether those light sides like it or not " he thought as he picked Virgil up carefully and carried him to the large bed in his room.

Carefully he placed the other down and turned to grab some tools before being stopped by a hand on his sleeve. Dee turned around to see Virgil staring scared and eyes full of tears.

"I…I don't want to hurt anymore Dorian. It hurt so much sewing them, please don't make it hurt anymore" Virgil begged and the lying side, Dorian, felt as if his heart had broke.

How could they not realize the damage they had caused to Virgil? Did no one truly see what they did wrong? He leant down and slowly kissed the other. When he pulled away, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of the blush across Virgil's cheeks.

"I promise Virge, that this will not hurt….. I'm going to get someone that can help ok?" He said and Virgil looked nervous but nodded.

Dorian stood straight and held up a hand as if to say 'give me a moment' before leaving.

It took five minutes before Virgil heard two sets of footsteps.

"Oh my god girl…. This is one big mess" he heard and turned to see Remy standing there. Dorian walked in behind him, holding a small bag as well.

"Remy is going to put you in a deep sleep so you won't feel anything, ok?" He said and Virgil felt nervous and scared. Would this really work?

"You promise?" He whispered and looked to Remy this time.

"Of course! Babe you'll be so far in slumberland that you won't even know " he said with a smile. Remy made sure his sunglasses were as close to his eyes as they could be so Virgil couldn't see the anger in them.

When Deceit told him a moment ago, he didn't believe it. Now seeing it though? He wanted to tear the others a new one for what they allowed to happen.

"Ok gurl! Lean back and let me work my magic!!!" He said as he walked over. Virgil, laid back carefully on the bed as Remy ran his hands over the others face. Sand slipped from his jacket and down his fingers, allowing Virgil to breathe it all in.

Slowly the boys body relaxed, his breathing evening out, and he was gone to the sleeping world.

"Thank you Remy" Dorian said as he set up a small table with medical instruments.

"It's no problemo snake man. Need some help?" He asked as he took off his leather jacket and put his glasses on his head.

"That… that would be helpful actually" Dee said and felt thankful. He could see the emotions that swirled in the sleep bringer's eyes, but said nothing. Now was the time to help Virgil and fix this.

The time would come soon though, and Deceit was going to make sure that this time, Patton, Logan, and Roman would listen.

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #tw: depression #tw: body horror #tw: self mutilation #tw: stitches #anxceit #my art #my writing #stitched smile

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accio-kitty-malfoy · 5 years

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Feels like home

I have been working on this fic forever and I’m waiting for an AO3 invitation, so have the first chapter

Feels Like Home

Chapter One

Alaska Young was not dead. Almost, but not quite. The Eagle had not lied, per say, when he said he'd seen the body. He thought he had, but it was in fact the result of a rather well placed memory charm, as was the policeman he spoke to and the jackknifed truck on the road. The policeman, as it happened to turn out, was in fact a scraggly youth named Sirius Black. Black had been the one to cause Alaska to crash her car and almost, but not quite die. He had been innocently riding his flying motorbike over aforementioned road, that is to say as innocently as an under aged wizard can ride a flying motorbike over any road; or as innocently as a Marauder can do anything for that matter, when his cloaking spell momentarily failed. It was at this precise moment that Alaska Young looked up and took a moment too long to decide whether it was the Strawberry Hill that she had consumed. She just had time to mutter “Is that a fucking flying motorbike?!” before she crashed head on into a, thankfully, empty police car. I think those were my fucking last words, she thought, as pain lanced through her chest; Pudge would have a fucking field day. Then everything was blackness.

Sirius was scared, terrified in fact. He'd panicked. That's why he'd done the memory charms on the witnesses, after the girl had crashed. He cast the charm on the policeman who owned the police car before he could call the paramedics, but unfortunately only after he'd called another man. The man turned out to be the headmaster of the school the girl was attending. He got the memory charm treatment too. Sirius had no idea why he hadn't let the man call the paramedics; but it might have had something to do with the fact that he didn't want to get caught with his motorbike and get into trouble with the ministry. Again. Dumbledore, however, would hopefully be more understanding, and the hospital wing would be more than adequate to heal the girl. The unconscious girl who was currently bleeding out in his arms, covering his hands with blood. It was all over her; her face, chest, neck and soaking her clothes, matting her hair. He pushed her fringe out of her face and whispered softly that he would help her, that she was safe.

The girl was light; petite and curvy, though growing paler by the second. Sirius held her in front of him on the bike, gripping her round the waist so she didn't fall. He made it back to the house he'd been using as a hideout. He threw a handful of floo powder into the lit fire as soon as he entered the house and, panting, yelled “Hogwarts! Hospital wing!”. The journey from the house in America to Hogwarts only took a couple of minutes, but the girl was getting paler by the second, and those minutes felt like an eternity to Sirius. He all but fell out of the fireplace into the hospital wing, his heart hammering, blood smeared over his arms and face, tears streaming down his cheeks. He glanced up at the clock. 10:05. Madame Pomfrey would be sat in her office doing paperwork. He'd been in the hospital wing with Remy enough to know her schedule pretty much by heart. Using his shoulder to open the door, Sirius burst into the office, startling Madame Pomfrey. She gasped. "Merlin's Beard! Sirius what..."

"Help." he pleaded weakly. She was already pushing him through the door and to one of the private rooms in the wing.

The private room mas modest, but it was clearly the Hogwarts version of an intensive care unit. Machines whirred into life and wires attached themselves to the girl as Sirius laid her down on the bed. Pomfrey immediately began waving her wand over the girls body, muttering incantations under her breath. Alaska glowed several different colours before Pomfrey stopped, and Sirius stood there all the while, biting his lip, sobbing silently. “All her ribs are broken. They punctured her skin and not her lungs, so that's lucky. The cuts on her face aren't as bad as they look and I should be able to fix them up without much scarring. Her nose is broken and she has severe whiplash. She's also managed to hit her head quite hard, possibly damaging her temporal lobe. I'll need to do a few more tests to make sure. She may be unconscious for a while. Go clean yourself up, Mr Black, then you will come back here and talk to myself and the headmaster. You will talk to no one else beforehand. Understood?”

“Yes, Madame Pomfrey, understood.” His throat was raw from crying, and his clothes were matted with blood. He wanted to talk to Remy, he would know what to do, what to say. He knew that James would freak, but Remy wouldn't. Luck was, thankfully, on his side as it was the holidays, and James and Peter were at their homes. Remy was the only person in the dorm and Sirius collapsed into him as soon as he walked through the door.

“Remy,” he sobbed, “I need you to come with me.”

“Siri, what's wrong? Whose blood is this?”

“A girl. I made her crash. She's in the hospital wing. Come with me?”

“We need to get you cleaned up first.” Remus tried to move Sirius towards the bathroom, but his friend refused to move.

“No, I need to tell them what happened”

“At least wash your face and change your top.” Remus requested gently. Sirius agreed, quickly scrubbing his face and changing his top. His chest and legs were still covered in blood. He didn't care. He wanted this over with.

The two boys walked quickly to the hospital wing, Sirius quietly sobbing. Remus held his hand for moral support. When they got there, Pomfrey had cleaned the girl up and Dumbledore sat by her side, talking quietly but urgently to the healer. They both looked up at the boys as they walked in. Dumbledore waved his wand, and two more chairs appeared in the room. The boys took them.

“Start at the beginning my boy.” Dumbledore spoke softly, encouragingly.

“I was in America, flying my bike. I know I shouldn’t have been, and I'm so fucking sorry.” Madame Pomfrey opened her mouth, but Dumbledore held up a hand to stop her, and waved the other at Sirius encouragingly. Sirius continued. “I had a cloaking spell on the bike, but it failed and she must've seen. She crashed and I didn't know what to do and she nearly died and it's all my fault and I can't get anything fucking RIGHT!” Sirius broke down and cried in harsh gasps. The noise was a shock for everyone else in the room. No one had ever seen the boy like this before; he was normally a mischievous happy-go-lucky boy with a charming smile and bright eyes. Now he was in pieces. Remus held him. Sirius was clutching to him as if he meant never to let go, smearing Alaska's blood on the boy unthinkingly.

“We'll get her back to health Sirius," said Dumbledore "...everything will be fine.”

Dumbledore turned to Remus.

“Take him to the dorms, get him clean, and get him to bed. He needs rest.” So Remus did as he was told.

Remus knew that Sirius was in no state to shower alone. He himself was covered in blood from holding Sirius. So he took Sirius into the shower room and began to carefully remove the other boys clothes. First his t-shirt; the cleanest of the garments. Then his boots. Finally his trousers which were beginning to become crusty with drying blood, leaving Sirius standing in the nude. He didn't seem to notice, his mind still replaying the events of the accident. He lead Siri into the shower, turning the hot water on. It wasn't like Remus had never seen the boy naked before, they'd both showered together in the past, as friends do. However this time was somewhat different. Remus looked at Sirius with new eyes. He noticed how beautiful the other boy was. Suddenly Sirius' legs gave way. Remus caught him deftly. Sirius held on to his friend, looking completely broken and covered in blood, his eyes red and puffy from crying and water pouring over him. He was leaning on Remus for support, letting out harsh breaths now and again, and Remus enveloped him in a tight embrace; holding the shaking boy to his chest, stroking his hair. They stood like that for a while, until the water no longer ran red down the drain. Eventually, he pulled the still shaking boy out of the shower, and dried him off. Remus then took Sirius to his bed, sitting him on it and helping him dress after quickly dressing himself. He went to turn to his own bed, but found that he couldn't. Sirius had grabbed him by the arm.

"Don't leave." the boy asked him in a torn voice. Remus saw in his eyes that he needed the other boy's comfort, so he climbed into the bed and once again wrapped his arms around him. Sirius soon fell into a fitful sleep, complete exhaustion finally taking him. Remus, on the other hand, lay awake most of the night; each one of the other boy's sobs and whimpers tearing his heart a little more.

That night was the night that Alaska Young almost, not quite, but almost died.

That night was the night Remus Lupin realised he was in love.

Both were because of Sirius Black.

#wolfstar #looking for alaska #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #xover #angst with a happy ending #alternate universe #harry potter #harry potter marauders

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ravens-rambling · 6 years

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To death do us part

A/N: This is a very angsty and sad fic so um don’t really read this if you are having a bad day. Though it sorta ended happy so hey...there’s that??? (I’m sorry)

@sanderssidesspook

summary: Before the three knew it they were hit with unexpected news, news that tore them apart from the inside out. They didn’t get to spend a lot of time with him but when they could they found themselves drawn to this strange anxious boy. And now...he is gone. Ripped from their lives in a single instant. Words that were unspoken hung in their throats, words that they could never say before his time was up. But just maybe...they could get him back in ways they never thought of.

WC: 2,623

ships: Romantic LAMP

warnings (gosh there’s a lot uumm): Major character death, Gore, Blood, mention of knives, Abuse, mentions of physical Abuse, Homophobic parents, Crying, Cursing, Depression, brief mention of fire, uuhhh I think thats it? I’m properly missing some

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover

"We're sorry but he's gone."

The words echoed in Patton's head over and over the past few months but yet he couldn't seem to process it. Neither of the trio seems like they could process it.

Logan never came out of his room now other then for food and to the bathroom, him throwing himself into his studies. And Roman tried to act normal at first but the haunting eyes and greying skin told his inner war.

Patton, meanwhile, throughout his off and on crying tries to hold the group together. Tries to cheer them up despite the fact that he hasn't smiled since the incident.

They all blamed each other for what happened. How could they not? They saw the signs but didn't act upon it. The three of them had been together for some time before Virgil was brought into their lives. At first, they were a bit wary as they didn't know the younger kiddo and he didn't seem to talk very much, but Patton was able to pry him out of his shell given time.

Virgil had a boyfriend and they could tell it wasn't a...nice relationship, between the flinches whenever a loud noise happened or somebody shouted, to the numerous bruises on his arms that he tried to hide from them but they saw glimpses of from time to time. But they didn't want to spook Virgil out more, they wanted to give him time to tell them what was happening.

And now they were too late on that.

They didn't act upon what their guts were telling them and now..they lost their friend but most importantly they lost a love.

Something that they didn't get a chance to say to the emo was that they all loved him with all their hearts. They wanted him to be a part of their relationship but between his boyfriend and the fact that even at the mention of romantic relationships sent him to a panic, they never got the chance.

They weren't sure when they started falling in love with him. Maybe it was when they saw him genuinely laugh for the first time. Maybe it was when they saw his eyes lit up when he was happy. Maybe it was the fiercely protective love that went through them all when they saw him have an attack for the first time.

Whatever the case they fell in love with him ages ago but never helped him from his battle. The second they heard that he was stabbed multiple times they knew who did it, and Roman instantly wanted to go kill that bastard for killing their love through his grieve. It had taken both Logan and Patton to hold him back and calm him down.

But as they told the cops what they knew and they had come back weeks later to say that the guy was long gone by now. Properly had moved to a different country or something there was nothing they could do now. That had sent Roman into another furious rage as he shouted at the cops face. Luckily he didn't seem to mind it and knew it was just out of grieve.

Even though it's been months there seemed no end to their grieve which honestly they were happy at since they didn't want to forget him.

They soon found out that his parents kicked him out when he was younger once they found out he was gay. They even seemed pleased that he was dead and out of their lives. All his other family members didn't care about him either.

He didn't seem to have any friends other than a boy named Remy that seemed heartbroken when he found out the truth. He told them that he kinda adopted him when his parents kicked him out and let him live in his small apartment for quite some time. Really Remy was his only family and friend and they bonded over that. They talked about how much they loved Virgil's smile and even though he had a damaged heart he had the kindest soul.

In the end, they could do nothing about it, talking about him only made the pain that much worse. They felt like part of their hearts had been ripped from them and they couldn't figure out how to live on from this.

But luckily that pain seemed to at least dwindled one night near Halloween. Patton had started to watch Nightmare Before Christmas by himself out in the living room he was cuddled up against Virgil's black cat pillow and had mounds of blankets piled on him.

The second he heard that familiar song he started crying. Virgil had loved this movie even having dozens of plushies and shirts from this movie. Why was he torturing himself like this he didn't honestly know. Maybe it was because he hasn't felt much emotion as of late and well even though this was a bad emotion at least he was feeling something.

But as he sat there crying into the pillow he swore he felt eyes boring into him. That made his crying stop for a moment. Logan was still in his room he already gave him some dinner and Roman was doing a rehearsal for a play and told him he won't be back for hours. So why did he feel like he was being watched at the moment?

He glanced up trying to see through his teary eyes and now fogged up glasses but what he saw made him freeze in his seat.

There across the couch was.. Virgil.

No, maybe he was just hallucinating that's it. He's done it before when he swore he saw Virgil's eyes from around the corner. Or saw his purple jacket from the corner of his eye. But he's never seen his full body before at least. And Virgil was looking right at him his expression full of concern and sadness for him. This... This can't be real.

But Virgil moved closer extending out his hand to touch Patton on the shoulder but when he saw Patton's wide eyes looking right at him he froze.

They stared at each other for a few minutes frozen until Virgil spoke up breaking the stunned silence, "P-Pat? You can..s-see me?"

Patton could only nod a bit tears still leaking down his face he opened his mouth but nothing came out only a breath of air. He was so shocked he couldn't even speak, only breathe.

Virgil seemed to draw in a shaky breath drawing back his hand and seemed confused until he mumbled, "I must have gotten stronger.."

Patton didn't know what he was talking about but as Virgil looked up at him with tears in his eyes and dare he say it fear. He wasn't sure if it was fear that Patton could see him or fear of himself but seeing that look seemed to break him of his trace. He started crying more and practically threw himself at Virgil but found he went right through him.

A shiver went up his spine as Virgil pulled away, "Oh yeah... Um sorry about that Pat... I don't seem to be physical... You can't touch me.."

Patton got up so he could look Virgil in the face again he drew up his hand which caused Virgil to involuntary flinch as if expecting pain but Patton cooed.

"Are...are you really here... V-Virgil... I'm not... I'm not imaging this..right?"

Virgil smiled sadly shaking his head, "No I'm here.. Well not really really here but you get what I'm saying."

Patton drew out a shaky breath, "But...how? How is this.. Virgil..you...." he couldn't finish his sentence his throat closing up.

"Died?" Virgil raised up his eyebrow, "Yeah I did.. It was that bastard you guys were right. He um.." He pulled up his jacket and shirt and the sight caused Patton to gasp loudly and draw away. In his stomach and chest were knife cuts and dried blood was seeping down from it. There was even bone sticking out from some of the wounds.

"Virgil... I am so sorry... We-we are so sorry we c-couldn't save you.. I.."

Virgil shook his head as he lowered his clothes and looked up to him with another sad smile, "I know you guys are. And I know you three blame yourselves. I've been stuck in this house since I died. Kinda..woke up here. So I've seen how much you three torment yourselves daily. And I'm sorry I didn't have the strength to tell you what was wrong. To help me in time. That's my fault. So please don't blame yourselves for this any longer. And hey if it makes you feel any better at least we could hang out still. Course I can't seem to leave the house but hey," He shrugged, "At least I get to spend more time with you guys right?"

Patton was at a lost for words unable to process any of this the only sounds he could make was his crying. The movie was still going on in the background filling in the silence. He kept making grabby hands to Virgil despite knowing that he couldn't hug him now. Finally, he seemed to have found his voice as he shook his head, "It's not your fault either Virge alright?" He was shaking with fury as he spits out, "It was that..fuckers fault."

The other blinked at the blue-clothed one in shock, this was one of the first times he's ever heard him curse.

"Virgil?"

Virgil glanced up to his face, to his eyes he no longer was shaking with rage instead it held sorrow, "You had so much strength. More strength then I could ever have or dream of. I will always admire your strength and courage to survive what you did. So I don't want to hear you talking like that again alright?"

That caused Virgil to snicker as he brought up a hand to cover his face and Patton blinked in shock, "What! I didn't say something funny did I?"

Virgil shook his head still laughing, "N-No it's just.." he took a breath, "Even after death I still can't talk bad about myself without you there telling me how wrong I am."

Patton blinked some more before another soft smile came on his lips, "I suppose huh? You can't escape me Verge!" He chuckled their laughter drowned out the movie noise until they slowly calmed down.

Patton looked down to the couch as he mumbled, "Did..did you see and hear everything?"

Virgil blinked at him nodding, "Yeah I did. Well, most of everything at least."

Patton shivered at the thought of it, "You must have been so scared.."

"It wasn't that bad I've been more scared before honestly. It was kinda nice in a way."

"How is that?"

"Well, I was left alone for once. True being left alone with my thoughts weren't good but I was left alone. And honestly, I didn't have anyone yelling at me anymore. I wasn't scared that every night might be my last. It was..nice. And I get to look after you three which was an added bonus."

Patton looked at him confused, "Look after?"

"Oh yeah, you guys didn't notice." Virgil leaned forward and looked excited which made Patton smile faintly at seeing that familiar spark in his eyes as he held the cat plush close to him once again.

"So after a few weeks, I found that I could touch some stuff if I focus on it. It was small stuff at first then I guess as I've gained more strength I could touch bigger things. Like I saved this apartment from being burned down once, your welcome by the way." He winked looking very smug like which caused Patton's cheeks to flush a bit.

Shaking it away he mumbled, "But I didn't almost cause a fire.."

"Oh yes, you did. About two months ago you left the stovetop on before going to bed your lucky I could turn it off."

Patton was left flabbergasted he must have been more tired then he thought that night as he's normally pretty good when it comes to cooking and remembering to shut everything off before heading off.

But as he looked back up to the other he saw that his form was becoming more transparent than before now he could see right through him. "V-Verge?" There were fear and concern in his eyes now and he quickly tried to hug him again maybe if he grounds him he won't fade away again. He can't take Virgil leaving him not again.

Virgil though looked down to his hands and sighed loudly though at seeing the pure fear in Patton's eyes he only tried to comfort him, "No shshs Pat I'm not disappearing for good alright? I just don't have the energy anymore to keep this up is all. I'll be right here though I promise."

Patton didn't know if he was telling the truth or not but those same emotions from all those months ago when he found out the dreaded news came flooding back to him. And those words that he never got to say came out before he could stop them, "No Virgil, please.. I love you.."

That caused Virgil to freeze then a small smile was on his face once again as his form flickered out, "I love you too Pat."

And with that, he was gone.

"VIRGIL! NO PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME AGAIN!"

He screamed out as he frantically tossed himself to where Virgil once was sitting, his hands going everywhere in the thin air. Tears were streaming down his cheeks again as his breathing picked up. No, he can't lose him again. He just can't.

His screaming must have alerted Logan as he distantly heard his door being tossed open and thrown against the wall. His frantic form came in Patton's eyes as he cried into his arms.

"V-Virgil was here... L-Logan.. He's.. He's here.. I-I talked to..him.." He managed to say through his sobs.

Logan sighed loudly his hand going through the other's hair soothingly as he started to rock him. "No Pat it was your imagination again. It's alright. I'm here now."

Patton only shook his head now trying to pull away from him, "No I know I.. I know I saw him.. Verge?" He looked all around him frantically for any sign. "Virgil... Please.. Make some sign.."

He wiped his eyes frustratingly before standing up, "V-Virgil.. I-I know you..you can do it.. I.. I-I believe in you.. Please.." He needed to know he didn't dream that up. He needed to know.

It took a few painful minutes meanwhile Logan attempting to calm him down before slowly a pen that was on the coffee table slowly started moving. It moved slowly forward before lifting in the air then fell back to the table with a small thud.

Logan stared in bewilderment as Patton drew out a shaky sob. It wasn't his imagination... It actually happened. "I-I'm so proud of you... K-Kiddo.."

Logan continued to stare at the pen his eyes wide as saucers then he glanced over to Patton as if confirming he wasn't the only one that saw that. Patton gave a silent nod to him then he breathed out, "Virgil?" so much relief was in that one word.

They had him back. They failed him once but they had him back and they won't fail him again. They are going to be there for him and make up for the time when they weren't cause no matter what they love him. And they will continue to love him until their last breath and even until they join him.

Not even death can separate them.

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The Stacks - Chapter 4

Ships: Eventual logicality and prinxiety, slow burn

Summary: In this society there is a place where the poor and unwanted are placed and kept hidden away from everyone else, where poverty and crime are a frequent and life shines for no one. Stacked up high in the sky, this is the furthest anyone living there will ever reach. When a Depression consumes the land, and the government fails to bring an end to it, society turns even further on the residents of the Stacks, accusing them for bringing the rest of them down. What no one knows, however, is that it’ll take the work of four unlikely people to not only bring an end to the poverty, but also to this inequality.

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The streets were desolate on the far Northeast corner of the thirteenth district, buildings haunted by the image of their previous businesses lay hollow and abandoned, closed down years ago in the early stages of the depression, before it had become nationwide. Life in the east side of the thirteenth district was quiet and empty, and the home of an old buddy of Virgil’s.

Walking to a narrow alleyway in between an old hotel and a crumbling apartment building, Virgil walked down to an outdoor basement opening, covered by flimsy wooden doors. Pulling them open, he walked down into the dimly lit space, closing the doors behind him. The room in its entirety was quite large, but was sectioned off into multiple ‘rooms’ by curtains and stacked boxes. To the left of the room was a large tunnel opening that lead into the cities underground network system that was built about one hundred and fifty years ago. Only a few number of people could find their way through the maze of the over three hundred square mile tunnels. Virgil, along with his... friend knew how to maneuver through them.

A quick scan of the room told Virgil that he was off duty at the moment, most likely in his office. The office was actually make shift hoarding room hidden by ceiling high stacks of boxes, and just as he had thought, the man he was looking for was busy with another one of his new toys.

Knocking lightly on the cardboard wall, Virgil grabbed the attention of the man at the table, making him frantically jump up and whip a gun from its position oh his hip. When he noticed who it was a large smile grew on his face as he put the weapon away.

“Virgey! Virgey! Virge!” The man chanted in excitement, lifting the sun glasses from his face to look at him properly. Opening his arms wide, the young man, only two years older that Virgil, pulled him into a large hug. Virgil chuckled gave his back a pat before pushing him off.

“Hey, Remy.” He greeted, making the other whine.

“Really, that’s all you have to say when you haven’t come to visit in months?” Remy cried, pouting and crossing his arms.

“Sorry,” the twenty year old apologized, taking his backpack off to pull out the saw that he had found last week. “I was wondering if you had a new cord to replace the old one?”

The older man took the saw into his hands and set it down on his table under his light, lifting his sunglasses up atop his head and pulled out a magnifying glass to inspect it closer. He looked over the torn wires, taking a pair of tweezers and pliers to cut off pieces of damaged wire and, removing the rubber cover to access the clean wires. He worked on the cord for several minutes, seemingly forgetting Virgil was even there. Virgil didn’t mind though, he knew that Remy was easily taken away into his own little world when he was tinkering. That’s why he brought the saw to him in the first place, because if he couldn’t fix it, then Remy was the only one who could.

“Don’t need a new cord girl,” Remy grinned without looking up, acknowledging his presence one again. “Because… I… just… fixed it!” He cheered, holding the saw up as if it were a trophy.

“Whoa, really?” He gasped sarcastically, smirking and giving him a small nudge on the shoulder with his fist. “Knew you could do it.”

“Of course, you’re looking at the best repairman in all of Faun!” He said with a light twirl, setting the saw back down on the table, whipping his sunglasses back over his eyes dramatically. “So, sell or keep?”

“Sell, there’s no use for a saw of this caliber in clockmaking.” Virgil replied, slipping his backpack closed. He quickly discussed a price with Remy, taking out the cost of repair, before he pocketed four silver dollars, the equivalent to forty bronze dollars, which was the most he made in possible years.

Remy Darling ran the black market throughout more than a third of the city; selling stolen, illegally made, and fixed merchandise for a hefty profit. Much of the stuff he sells was fixed and made to look expensive by himself. Remy didn’t personally steal, but he did turn a blind eye to his sellers who sold him stolen items. That’s how Virgil got into business with Remy in the beginning, selling whatever he stole off of stands or from stores, and, as he grew older, from homes. Over the years, before he stopped his stealing business, Virgil learned that the market owner was not someone to get on the bad side of. His influence is the second most powerful he’s ever known, he could buy out your entire life before the end of the week. The clockmaker, and former thief, had always trodden when they first became partners, carefully wording his phrases whenever they were in the same room. Even now that they had some sort friendship Virgil was still cautious.

“So how’s your little business been?” Remy asked, pulling them out of the office and out to the common area, where a couch, radio, and small tv with a DVD player sat around the room. In all his life, Virgil had never seen so many costly electronics and luxury before in a single room. If he was to sell all of this to a different buyer, there was no question that he’d be well on his way to pay off all of his debt. Good thing he wasn’t stupid enough to double cross Remy.

“Dying quickly,” Virgil sighed, hanging his head in defeat as he fell back onto the couch, “A new law is about to pass that will be stricter over street vendors and will require a monthly check to make sure merchant’s vending license is legit. It’ll really be cracking down on my ass soon, eventually I won’t be able to sell anymore. I suggest you be careful to, It seems like the police are becoming harder on illegal businesses.”

Remy hummed in reply, ignoring his warning, and walked over to his older coffee maker as he listened, brewing the two of them a cup.

“Does this mean you’re going to go back to your old life?” He asked, leaning against the chipped-wooden counter.

“Hell no!” Virgil declared furiously before calming down, “Even if I went back to stealing, I would never work for him again.”

“Ah yes,” Remy nodded, pouring the fresh, black coffee into two mugs, handing one over to the struggling clockmaker, “How is my ex doing these days?” Remy asked leisurely, not really caring about the man in question.

“Still the same old bastard he always was,” Virgil said, sipping on the coffee, “though I try to stay as far away as I can, for as long as I can.”

“Babe, you know when he finds out you’re out of work or that you’re back at your old habits, he’s gonna call off your deal right?”

Virgil didn’t say anything for a moment, sipping slowly on his drink. He knew what would happen if he couldn’t hold up his end of the wager. He had been an idiotic and desperate teenager when he made the deal with the gang master, pleading to protect himself and his family. Now he was about to fail on his end of the bargain, proving himself wrong, and surrendering everything he had, even himself, to him. He was certain he’d be able to withstand whatever it was that waited for him, but what about the others?

“I have to get Patton and the boys out, do you think you could take them in?” Virgil pleaded, on the edge of distress.

“Sorry girl, I can’t have two children running around down here, wish I could help.” Remy raised his hands up in mock surrender. Virgil sighed, not knowing why he even asked, Remy couldn't help him even if he wanted to.

Remy’s ex, and Virgil’s former employer, was the most powerful, influential person in all of the Northern districts, if rubbed the wrong way he could destroy you and own you within a few hours. Virgil has own a debt to him since he was thirteen, and doubled it when he made a bet he was about to fail.

Virgil could try to hide the fact that he was losing his business, but as it stands, he’s the largest debtor and has eyes on him at all times. There’s no way Virgil could hide from him for long if and when his poor excuse for a business went under. All that was left for him now was to wait for the decision to become public and see whether the new law fell through, or got passed. But perhaps there was one thing he could do to help Patton if not himself.

“Hey Remy, mind doing me a favor.”

…

Patton sat on the floor of his home; peering over the pile of newspapers he usually called his bed. He looked through the issues from the past few weeks, searching the job offer sections. The options were slim pickings as per usual. Many of the jobs were in the first four districts, where it was illegal for his kind to work. The only reason he held a job in that fourth district restaurant in the first place was because he wasn’t listed as a legal employee, but with this new law coming into action, there was no way any business would hire him there.

The next list of options was from the fifth through eighth districts asking for store employees, tailors, assistant butchers, and waiters among others. There were three total openings from the ninth and tenth districts, but that was all. The rest of the city was too poor to afford an advertisement in the newspaper let alone taking on a new employee. Job offerings were so scarce for being in a city so large. The problem wasn’t directly linked to any one cause, but rather a web of closely related disturbances. Shops were being closed down, owners couldn’t afford to pay workers, and the law dictated who could work where.

Fifty years ago, around the same time the Stackers were created as an economic study, a law was put in place that said where certain classes could work and what they could work as. For stackers, they could only work in the last three districts including their own. However, currently forty-nine percent of the city’s population lived in the stacks, there weren’t enough jobs to go around, and now the law has been toughen instead of restrained.

So all in all, there was not one single place that Patton would be able to find work.Patton sighed and lay down dejectedly on the papers. The twins, Thomas and Emile, we outside the bus playing in the dirt with to toys Patton had made them out of straw and sticks. The dolls weren’t much, but they were the only toys the boys have ever had, and it made them happy, which made Patton happy. Sitting up from his makeshift bed, Patton looked out from one of the bus’s many windows, and watched the boys play. They were playing imaginary as per usual. Thomas was a knight while Emile was an alchemist, both fighting evil monsters from swarming their castle, which was in fact the bus. This was their favorite game and they played it almost every day. It made him smile to see how children were able to still have fun and enjoy themselves, even through poverty.

However, that smile quickly faded when two large figures appeared in the distance, knocking on the doors of crates and shouting for people to come out. The boys noticed too, and stopped playing to see what was going on. Patton didn’t need to tell them to come inside; they knew what this meant themselves.

“Papa! The bullies are back!” Thomas cried as he ran up the steps from the door, Emile right on his heels. The boys knew that Patton wasn’t really their father, but he had adopted them when they were just three years old, so he was pretty much the only dad they’ve ever known.

“I know, into floor, into the floor!” Patton told them, lifting up the loose floorboard and becoming them down under. This was standard procedure every time the rent collectors came over to collect monthly sums. Often times the men would become physical with the tenants they took money from, so it was best that the boys were out of reach. Reaching into his safe, Patton pulled out the appropriate amount for the rent then put the rest back.

As he was shutting the board back over the hiding spot, Emile grabbed onto his wrist and peered up at him with scared eyes. “Be careful dad.” He pleaded. Patton forced on a smile and nodded his head, closing the door and covering the spot with newspapers. He waited nervously for them to come, listening door by door as they crept closer. Eventually they made it to his home, pounding on the glass door so hard that it cracked.

“Open up in ‘ere!” A gruff voice commanded. One of the boys whimpered from beneath, but Patton shushed him. With a large gulp of air, the scared dad made his way to the door, opening it and stumbled out.

There were two people there, one was a large man with ginger hair and long side burns, the other was an equally buff woman, shortly cut, brown hair with several scars painting her face and shoulders. They were the usual lackeys sent to pick up the cost of living in their boss’s domain, and he knew them both by name.

“Time to pay up,” Danni said menacingly, her eyes hostile, enjoying it when others cowered before her. Patton nodded shakily, holding up the required cash and coins, for Danni to count. The rolled her eyes and grumbled when she saw the coins hating when she had to deal with near worthless currency. She began to count, starting with the coins, “Ten copper, twenty copper-” When the sum reached fifty she started on the cash, “Thirt’n, fourt’n, fift’n bronze. That’s it.” She stated, pocketing the money. Patton was about to sigh in relief when she then pulled out her gun, letting it dangled in her grasp. “However, I think I should charge extra fer givin’ the boss coppers, wha’d ya think Dillon?”

Dillon pretended to ponder on that thought, twisting his knife in his fingers and he did so. “I think yer right; the boss hates gettin’ paid with copper coins.”

Patton felt his heart momentarily stop, his eyes widening in fear as he backed up until his back hit the side of the bus. “I-I don’t h-h-have any more money.” Patton squeaked, it was a lie but he couldn’t afford to lose anymore or else they wouldn’t be able to eat. “That’s a load of bullshit.” Dylan spat, “Yer the one with that fancy job up in the ferth district.”

“Yer playin’ us for fools?” Danni spat, shoving the cold metal of her gun against his forehead. Tears fell rapidly as Patton sunk to the floor in fear.

“N-no!” He cried desperately, “I was fired because of that new law! I can’t find work anymore!” His breathing ran speedily as Danni’s steel cold eyes looked over him in distrust. After a few moments of deliberation, she pulled back her gun and stood upright once more, but her gaze did not lose its bite.

“Well better start swipin’ or sellin’ ‘cause Imma gonna be back ‘ere in one week fer your ass if you don’t have the money by then, understood?”

Patton nodded avidly, still holding himself on the ground, quaking in fear as they talked to him. Seeing that their business was done there, the two left the premises, kicking up dirt into the sky as they went on to the next place.

Laying there on the ground for a while more, Patton waited for his heartbeat to slow down as he caught his breath. A few minutes passed until he was collected once more, his tears dried up and he was able to function again properly. He stood from the dirt and went back inside, closing the door behind him. Walking back towards the hiding place, Patton uncovered the floorboard and lifted it back up, revealing the two boys underneath. At first the boys backed away, afraid that they had been found, but once they saw who it was that lifted the board, the jumped out and were pulled into a hug.

“Pa, you’re okay!” Thomas cried happily, burying his face in his adoptive dad’s shoulder. Emile wasn’t as vocal as him, but was just as relieved, holding onto his waist tightly. Patton hugged them back just as fiercely, wrapping his arms around their small necks. When he had taken Thomas and Emile in he had sworn to himself that he’d do them better. Patton was weighed down constantly knowing that Virgil had grown for the most of his childhood jaded and alone, he wasn’t able to enjoy the simple pleasures and games that a child should. So, even if they were stuck in poverty, Patton had made up his mind to never let these boys see his struggle or heartache, they needed to be carefree and not burdened by his troubles.

After awhile the little group’s hug finally ended and they pulled apart. Thomas had stopped crying and seemed to have already forgotten what they were worried about. Emile on the other hand still looked concerned, but no longer scared.

“Well okay,” Patton breathed in, “It’s getting late, so why don’t you two go play while I fix up some supper.”

“Okay!” Thomas cheered and headed down to the door, hopping out to play in the dirt just as he was before. Emile followed after more slowly, eyeing his dad for a little longer. Patton simply smiled and waved as he usually did until her walked outside, once he was gone he let his smile fall again. Even though he was the younger brother, Emile was always so perspective about other people’s thoughts and feelings, he wondered if the little boys knew exactly when he was faking it sometimes.

Turning to the hole in the floor, Patton pulled out what little food he kept in there, which consisted of some partly moldy bread, a bruised banana, and a few apples. Taking out the bread and banana, he decided tonight’s dinner would be a bread and banana spread. Patton had the ability to make a meal out of almost anything he could find, it was a skill he had to pick up when his mother became sick and he had to cook for them. Picking off the mold from the bread, he got started on the small meal.

He had always found making food calming, but not tonight, right now he was much too concerned with the amount of food he had left. After today, they’d have only three apples to tie them over until who knows how long, they wouldn’t last a week.

Patton stopped in the midst of making the banana spread to turn around when the sound of the boys squealing and shouting reached his ears. Looking out to see what all the commotion was, hoping they weren’t being too rough with each other, he had instead found that the two boys were surrounding Virgil, clinging onto his arms as he spun them around.

“Virgil!” Patton smiled, for real this time, running over to envelop his oldest son in a hug.

“Hey, Patton. Cooking?”

“Not really,” He mumbled, “Just putting scrapes together.”

Virgil eyed him anxiously for a moment, pulling them aside away from the boys’ hearing radius, then asked “Still no job?” as he walked them into the bus-home. Patton shook his head in remorse.

“No, no one will take me. I can’t go nowhere outside the eleventh district no more.” Despite the damper mood, Virgil grinned a special grin, one of excitement and anticipation. Patton looked at him curiously, put off by his strange reaction. “What?”

“Well dad, I just got you a ticket outta here.” He said victoriously, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two items before handing them over. One was the newest edition of the newspaper, and the other was some form of document. “I had Remy forge you this little bad boy,” He told him, pointing to the document, “You now have a legal ID that says you’re from the sixth district, even got some papers for the boys, and that job you thought was taken is still open, now you can apply no problem!”

For a good long time Patton was silent, too busy gawking at the papers in shock to say anything. But once he got the gears in his mind ticking again, he looked back to Virgil in dismay.

“Virge, this is highly illegal!” He declared, slightly uncomfortable with what has been presented to him.

“So was working in that restaurant.” The twenty year old noted sarcastically, “Come on Pat, this place offers lodging; this is your chance to take the boys and get out!”

Patton looked down at the papers for a moment and considered what he’d be getting into. The job description said that he’d be living and working in the second district, if he was discovered the punishment would be severe. On the other hand, if he was able to pull this off not only would he be able to provide for his family, but he could even let Thomas and Emile live comfortably and get to finally be kids without constant fear and worry. Yet somehow this felt like he was cheating on Virgil, who he was never able to provide properly for.

“Are you sure about this?” Patton whispered, “We won’t be able to see you as much.”

Virgil nodded his head, “I want you and my brothers to be safe. Don’t worry about me.”

“You know that’s not possible.” Patton said half jokingly. “Okay then, I’ll take the offer.

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