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vulgarvixxen · 2 years

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Bless your followers with more long Patton. 🙏 mayhaps a bit of him going deep. 😳

I gotcha fam 🖤

Full of Feelings

Warnings: 18+ only, sexual encounters, clothed sex, hand-jobs, spit-roasting, cum eating, blow-jobs, Remus eats something unusual

A new normal had settled upon the Mindscape, it was not unusual to see Patton walking around in sheer or transparent clothing throughout the day. There were more family nights now too, everyone taking turns to have Pat sit in their lap. Being able to take in that beautiful cock and Patton being happy to accept touches had boosted everyone’s moods and relations were mending, the world was healing.

Movie night had them all on the couch watching a cheesy RomCom, Patton had pulled Janus close with a “it’s a little chilly” as an excuse to cuddle. They were at the second sexually tension scene and by now Jan sat fulling on Pat’s lap. That’s when a thick pressure grinded up against Janus’s ass, coupled with a needy whine from behind him. Subtlety Janus pushed back to increase the friction, loving the way he could feel Pat from his ass to his base. They humped for the rest of the movie, picking up speed close to the end and finishing when the light came on. Janus came so hard that if he hadn’t been wearing briefs it would have been audible, the cum from Patton soaks through to his skin making the clothing even more soiled. The others stare with hungry eyes but say nothing. “Thanks Jay-bird, I’m a lot warmer now.”

During an idea session Remus and Roman argued over the placement of some jokes, it was loud and Virgil was getting a headache from the noise. He was about to just leave when Patton took his and guided it to his barely concealed erection, Virgil tilted his head until Patton started to rub a palm against Virgil’s crotch. Oh! The pair tuned out the twins and focused on slowly jerking each other off. Eventually the twins shut up and watched the lovely show in front of them. Once Virgil came he put more effort into bringing Patton to completion…the meeting table had to be cleaned but Virgil didn’t have a headache anymore.

Logan wanted to be filled, he had gone to Remus for help but the usual tentacles in his anus were not cutting it. He was about to ask Remus to stop when Patton walked past the, unintentionally left opened, door. The father side popped his head in and the pair stopped, “Lo-Lo are you alright? You feel kinda sad.” Patton asks, Remus looks at the logical side with panic but is waved off. “Just need a little …more.” “Maybe I can help!” And that is how Logan ends up spit-roasted on three tentacles in his anis and Patton’s cock in his mouth, full and content. (He continued to be full and content from all the cum and mucus-slime he had taken too.)

Roman was making Patton a new robe but he wanted this one to hug the heart’s body unlike the ones before that were flowy so he needed Pat’s measurements. He had the arms, chest, and hips now he needed length and inseam. Length was just an inch longer than Roman himself and inseam waaaaas “Ro that tickles, if you wanted to touch you just had to ask!” The heart laughs as he runs a hand through Roman’s hair, and Roman can’t help it when he sighs and leans into the touch. The project is set aside as Roman and Patton exchange heated touches, sweet kisses, and grinding hips until they both spill all over Roman’s outfit. He doesn’t mind continuing his work in the nude, not if it’s for Patton.

Thomas was out on a date and Patton was feeling all those extra feelings and hormones at full blast. He was about to try taking a cool shower to ease the heat boiling in his guts but just as he was about to get up Remus entered the room. The darker creativity stopped abruptly and sniffed the air like a hunting dog, turning to look at Patton with a queasy smile, “does daddy dearest need a hot hole to fill? Cause I got several!” Remus says with a cackle. Patton is so happy that Remus is showing his caring side for a change, “sure kiddo! Take me however you feel most comfortable with!” With a snap Re is on his knees and pouring ranch!? Flavored lube onto Pat’s cock and sucking it down his throat like a slurpy. It doesn’t take awfully long with the strong suction and tight, warm squeeze for Remus to be swallowing Patton’s large load of cum. He licks his lips, kisses Pat, and skips away happily. The fatherly side giggles as he watches the other leave, he likes this new normal.

#nsfs patton #nsfs logan #nsfs virgil #nsfs janus #nsfs remus #nsfs roman #lampdr #supersecretsmutside #ask #hung Pat au

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ky-likes-sanders-sides · 5 years

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drlamp au idea

logan, patton, virgil, and roman are in a pre-established relationship when virgil goes out to a bar one night by himself and meets two interesting guys.

one looks like a punk, dressed in black and green, virgil thought he was pretty cute. the other is in a casual suit (outlined in yellow), no tie, but looks super hot. the one in the suit, who approached virgil first, was very suave and seemed to be well versed in the ability to debate. the punk in green had a lot of weird and abstract ideas about space, nature, and humanity. as virgil listened, he couldnt help but feel a familiarity as to how he acted.

virgil comes home and tells patton about them, gushing about how cool they were.

he got their numbers and decided to hang out with them one day. he learns their names are Horace and Remus.

virgil comes home once again and tells patton all about it. he decides not to tell logan and roman about his new friends until later.

virgil and roman are talking about family and close friends.

"Yeah, Remy's the closest I have to a brother. I still consider him my best friend even if we only message each other every other day." Virgil said.

Roman hums, "I wish I didn't have a brother."

"Oh. Uh," Virgil had asked before if he had siblings, but Roman didn't want to go into it then. Now was the perfect opportunity to ask. "Is he that bad? What's his name?"

"Ugh. Remus." Roman spat, and Virgil's body seized up.

That's why Remus was so familiar.

He tried to sound inconspicuous when he replied with, “Oh.”

It didn’t work. Roman looked at him and knew something was off.

#sanders sides #sanders sides au #drlamp #ky writes #idea #drabble #posting this so it can be out of my DRAFTS #drlamp human au #everyone #lampdr

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sanderssidessmutprompts · 5 years

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#1503

Virgil and Deceit are omegas and both go into heat at the same time, so, their four boyfriends and alphas have to keep them occupied and pleased; breeding them, wrecking them, and overstimulating them.

#prompt #polyamsanders #lampdr #calmdr #a/b/o #omega virgil #omega deceit #heat #virgil #anxiety #deceit #the others #el writes #sanderssidessmutprompts #not safe for sanders

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trisofalltrades · 2 years

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I really hope Thomas gives the Orange Side a name that starts with e

Explanation: I was thinking about our ship names for them.

like how LAMP/CALM are Patton, Logan, Virgil, and Roman, and LAMPDR add Janus and Remus to the mix.

Well, I was thinking about using the ‘I’ from Intrusive Thoughts instead of his R (So DILAMP), since we’re still using the original names from the first (Season?).

And i realized something:

M- Morality

E- (Orange Side)

D- Deceit

I- Intrusive Thoughts

C- Creativity

A- Anxiety

L- Logic

If the Orange Side gets an “E’ for whatever, we’d be able to spell the word MEDICAL.

#sanders sides #i'm sorry #i just thought it was cool #ignore me

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raindropsduringthesunset · 3 years

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Forests and Fae (That Fateful Day) (TSS Fae AU)

Ao3 ~~~ Wattpad

First Part, Last Part, Next Part

Characters: Virgil, Janus, Patton, Remus, Roman, Logan, Original background character(s) (mentioned)

Relationships: LAMPDR (Platonic), Eventual LAMPDR (Romantic)

TW: neglect, mention of implied non-consensual kissing, blood, non-consensual touching (non-sexual),

CW: cursing, panic, Janus (sympathetic), Remus (sympathetic, Patton (sympathetic), nose bleeds, injury, dehumanization of a nonhuman (it/it's)

Enjoy!

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The world is such a strange place.; strange and violent- at least from Virgil’s experience. He wasn’t mad about it honestly. At least He couldn’t say he was surprised. After all, being born in a small town filled to just melt into the touch and let it consume him. He honestly had every reason to; nothing was stopping him from just accepting his fate in this moment. Well, nothing except the boiling anxiety that was making his stomach tumble in somersaults every second he stood still.

Virgil was always under fire from something for something. His hair was always too long, his face always dusty, and his clothes were always dirty, his eyes were weird. He found that he couldn’t really complain- most of the town didn’t really have much going for them so they needed something to pick on. It’s also not every day you meet someone with purple eyes.

Magic of course wasn’t unheard of either. Gods know that mortals tend to blame everything that inconveniences or scares them on magic. It was raining when you had to walk to work? Magic. The room was a little darker than you remember it being last? Magic. Someone’s eyes are purple? Magic.

Virgil couldn’t say he was surprised once he realized that the town was very very against magic use- despite it being awfully convenient from what he’d read in spare newspapers that would be left by teens visiting from the next town over.

Man Miraculously Healed By Local Sorcerer Physician, read a headline. Wizard Scholars Put Out Fire At Museum, another had said.

Sometimes though he understood. Headlines of warlocks starting fires and enchanters cursing whole bloodlines and getting arrested made him understand.

What he didn’t understand was why he was feared. He didn't practice magic. He wasn't born with magic. His eyes were just purple because they were like that. He couldn't change that.

Okay maybe he felt like he was over exaggerating their distaste for him, at least at first, but the nail in the coffin for the town was when one of the boys happened to think he was hot, and happened to kiss him in the middle of the street, and happened to use the excuse that he was enchanted by Virgil as to not get kicked out. Word spreads quickly in small spaces, the incident quickly making Virgil the talk of the town.

Cursed they had called him. Disgusting, Corrupting, Evil. Virgil had to go. Half the town was out for his head and he was not about to become a statistic.

Not a week after the incident Virgil had decided. Not even bothering to pack, Virgil ran for it and never looked back.

Timeskip

Branches and thorn bushes scratched at his legs as he ran through the forest, his heart pounding in his ears. His feet hurt from the pebbles and stickers poking roughly at his soles, but he couldn’t slow down and risk getting caught. He really didn’t want to learn what the town did to runaways.

A twig snapped loudly under his feet making him stumble forward. Despite hoping he wouldn’t trip, he ended up falling face first into a pile of twigs and pebbles. Virgil groaned and pushed himself up, wiping the blood that was now dripping from his nose.

Panting heavily, he turned and looked back between the trees. No one. Good. Virgil let out a shaky breath and leaned over on his knees, waiting for his nose to stop bleeding. The ground was hard and rocky, leaving small dents in his knees and his hands.

A small crack to his left caught his attention, his eyes snapping to a tall figure halfway hidden behind a tree. Oh fuck. Cringing slightly at the taste of copper, Virgil pushed himself up and onto his feet. He glanced around, wanting to kick himself when he noticed the small border of mushrooms and flowers behind him.

“Well, well, well,” The figure sneered, sounding closer than it appeared, “What business does a mortal have doing in my forest?” Virgil was frozen in place, his knees locking. The figure finally stepped into the light.

Long, straight black hair flowed down to the person's waist and seemed to glimmer from the sunlight. It wore a long golden cloak over a warlock cloak. What really caught Virgil's eye was the person's face which was plated with shimmering scales on one side, it's eyes glimmering golden with it's pupils sharpened.

Wait. The eyes. Oh. Oh fuck this was a fucking fae.

As if that wasn't already obvious from the whole… thing the fae has going on.

Virgil gulped as his hands began to shake. He decidedly ignored the overshadowing fact that he also seemed to think the fae was very attractive. But of course he did- fae and their fucking rules and fancy flair making Virgil swoon for no reason.

“Are you lost, little one?” The fae strode closer, it’s cloak drifting gently above the grass, avoiding getting snagged on scattered twigs. It felt like thorny invisible vines had tied their way around Virgil’s ankles.

He had run right into a hunters trap.

His eyes shot around, looking for the fastest way out. He paused, breath hitching while looking at a nearby tree. Moss had grown only around the bottom of the tree, wrapped firmly all the way around like a ring. No sense of direction. He was in a fae garden- very deep in a fae garden may he add. Just wonderful. This was by far the worst situation he had ever gotten himself into.

Blood dripped down his lip and onto his shirt, the taste invading his mouth and probably dying his teeth red. The fae frowned slightly at the blood, raising an eyebrow and glancing down at the stones below Virgil.

“You fell.” Yeah, that's fucking obvious. The faery smirked, sending a sharp shiver down Virgil's spine.

“You’re remarkably snarky for the predicament you're in darling.” Virgil blushed, though he couldn't tell if it was from the embarrassment from his lack of filter or the pet name.

“You look awfully red, do you like when I call you darling?” It moved closer, “Would you like me to clean your face for you, darling?” Virgil could've sworn the word was enchanted. He found himself leaning toward the fae, the realization of his own movement causing him to flinch back, stumbling slightly. The fae pursed it’s lips, furrowing it’s brow before gliding forward and gently taking Virgil’s head in his hands.

“Oh little one,” the fae wiped away the blood from Virgil’s face, “you must relax.” Virgil stood frozen in front of the fae. He wanted to run, he wanted to kick and fight and scream and just get away. Fear- and maybe something else in the raging dumpster fire of emotions he was feeling- shot through every nerve in his body. Blush rushed up his neck, coloring him pink from his shoulders to the tips of his ears. A cough from a few feet away caught the two’s attention, making the fae’s head snap to the side.

“What’ve you got here J?” A voice perked up, a series of steps quickly following as Virgil stood helpless still in the fae’s grasp. The fae- apparently named J- sighed and rolled his eyes before reluctantly passing Virgil to the other.

“I was having my fun Pat, why did you have to come?”

“I felt something in the bond; do you expect me to just ignore when you find something interesting?” The new fae joked, walking in front of Virgil and gently holding his chin.

God, the fae was so warm. It felt like a hot evening cider had seeped it’s way into Virgil’s bones, warming him oh so gently and leaving the intoxicatingly sweet taste of comfort on his tongue. He was so tempted to just melt into the touch and let it consume him. He honestly had every reason to; nothing was stopping him from just accepting his fate in this moment. Well, nothing except the boiling anxiety that was making his stomach tumble in somersaults every second he stood still.

“Oh aren’t you just the sweetest thing, I ought to be offended that J didn’t tell us about you sooner. Us? Virgil pushed away the thought in favor of trying to assess the situation- again.

The fae holding him, Pat, had coily blonde hair, it’s- their, Virgil couldn’t pretend these fae weren’t as serious as they were anymore- skin a warm shade of brown with a seemingly constant red-ish blush across their cheeks. Virgil would say it was makeup if it weren’t so hard to get it around these parts- then again these were fae. It’s eyes shone with a beautiful light blue and just a shimmer of gold around the iris. Several freckles dotted across Pat’s face, giving them a more gentle appearance, only adding onto the comfort that they seemed to radiate from them. They wore more casual clothing than J did, simply a sweater with various plant life sewn onto it and a pair of slacks.

Everything about them seemed to draw Virgil in, making him lean slightly toward Pat with a dazed expression before his brain seemed to snap back into place and start working again. Pat frowned slightly at the sight of Virgil’s swollen nose and used their other hand to oh so gently swipe a finger from Virgil’s forehead to the tip of his nose repeatedly, making him feel like he was floating.

“What happened to you, dear? Are you alright?” Pat asked in a loving, parental tone.

“He fell, look down, ya' numb-nut.” A new voice said, gravel very quickly cracking under what was probably very heavy boots.

A pair of bright emerald and- you guessed it- golden eyes bore into Virgil’s as a fae with an extravagant dark cloak and black princely suit with fine sparkling green trims stood beside him. Their hair was a brown, raggedy mess, their face surprisingly dirty despite their formal appearance. What managed to really throw Virgil off was the large handlebar mustache that seemed to be plastered onto the fae’s face. He… Supposed it didn't make the less attractive- wait fuck no stop dude what the fuck.

“Duke, please step away from the mortal, they're already overwhelmed,” J said, making Virgil realize that he, in fact, was breathing pretty fast. Pat hushed him and put their hands on his cheeks and ghosted their thumbs over his cheekbones. J rolled their eyes from a few feet away.

“I can never have my fun without you two interrupting,” J huffed, a humorous smirk crossing their lips.

“Oh, don't go acting like the Duke now, you've had your fun and it's our turn.” Pat said, earning a quiet ‘hey!’ from the Duke. Virgil glanced to the side and back to where the Duke was only to find him no longer there. Confusion and panic invaded his system only for a pair of arms to tightly wrap themselves around his waist.

“He’s so small!” Duke shrieked, making Virgil flinch.

“Quiet down Duke, you’re going to scare him.” Pat’s expression softened as they tapped the tips of their fingers against Virgil’s cheek.

“Oh, I hate to say, but he’s already…” J looked him up and down, “terrified.” Gods, Virgil hated that they were right. Pat looked between J and Virgil for a few seconds before slowly letting go of his face. Virgil might have appreciated it more if the Duke wasn’t holding him hostage.

The blood under his skin felt like it was boiling- but somehow in a good way. The touch both made him want to scream and want to curl in closer. The feeling of the Duke’s fingertips tapping along his stomach as they spoke to the other two that were there made him feel like he was on fire. He couldn't put the fire out, he was going up in flames and burning down.

“Duke, let go of him, he needs a break,” Pat said, looking worriedly at Virgil. The Duke looked hurt for a moment before looking at Virgil's face and slowly uncurling their arms from around him with a small huff, causing Virgil to stumble forward a little. He felt like he could breathe again, his body finally stopped feeling like a fire pit. His skin still crackled with adrenaline, Virgil holding himself back from scratching at it.

“I do believe it's my turn.” Another new voice added. Gods, how many are there?

“Prince, didn’t I just say that he was overwhelmed?”

“Oh hush, as if he wasn’t just holding him,” The Prince tilted their head to the Duke. Pat pursed their lips and gave them a look. The Prince rolled their red-tinted eyes and huffed dramatically, playing with his cloak. Virgil realized the Prince looked just like the Duke but inverted- maybe they were twins or something, he didn’t really have the mental energy to deal with the semantics of that though.

“Gods, you’re just fun fun police today aren’t you?”

Virgil felt like a spectator, standing still and watching the two argue playfully. Argue over him. This was weird. Everything here was weird, it was bright, it was loud. He could feel the forest’s energy thrumming under his skin. His heart beat rapidly, his breath speeding up.

“Hey, little one, take a breath for me, yes?” A new fae that seemingly suddenly appeared in front of Virgil said, reaching for his hand before hesitating and retracting their touch. Virgil took in a shaky breath and let it out in a rush, hearing a small coo from a few feet away that was followed by fierce whispering from what he thought might be one of the twins. He repeated the process a few more times until his breathing seemed to regulate.

“Good, good, can I touch you little one?” The fae reached their hand out again. This time Virgil reached out himself and took it, earning a small nod from the fae.

“I’m L, you’re safe little one, we have you,” L looked back at the others, “I apologize for the others being so… insistent. They don’t do boundaries well.”

“He started it!” The twins called out as one, pointing to J who rolled his eyes.

“Do as I say, not as I do.” He said as if he’d repeated it a million times- and maybe he has.

Virgil redirected his attention to the fae in front of him. L and J looked similar, L shockingly looking more formal. They had a flowing tailcoat of black with dark blue accents, a very well tailored black suit. They were sun tanned but seemed to share the same pale complexion as Virgil- if you ignored the literal star shaped moles that were sparingly scattered around their body. Virgil would be concerned if the fae weren’t, ya’ know, immortal.

“Dear, why is the mortal injured?” L asked J who just rolled his eyes and pointed down. L spared a glance and nodded before swiping his thumb against Virgil’s hand.

Virgil gulped and glanced around, counting the fae. Oh yeah, he was royally fucked. He was pretty sure he was going to die. It was fine, everything was fine. This was fine. He had to admit that he couldn’t really be mad. Hey, if his last sight was a beautiful fae, he was not going to complain.

“I can feel you lying to yourself,” J said, stepping forward, “What is going on in that pretty head of yours?” L took a step to the side to let J cup Virgil’s chin, making him shudder. Virgil turned his head slightly and let out a cough, his palm feeling sweaty in L’s hand.

“I, uh, fuck,” He sputtered out. The fae let out a chorus of laughter. His blush deepened as he reached a hand up to cover his face.

“Oh beauty, that was precious.”

“Watch your language sweetheart.”

“That was adorable, I could just die.”

“You can’t die Duke-”

“Figure of speech L.”

“Darling,” Virgil peeked through his fingers, “why are you so tense?” J gently moved his hand, smirking slightly when they saw how deep his blush was.

“I-” Virgil’s words got caught on his tongue. He panicked and glanced around, his eyes jumping from fae to fae. “I uh, express extreme regret for entering your territory without thinking.” L chimed with light laughter, giving a small smile that made something well up in Virgil’s chest.

“Oh you are very smart, well done little one.” They praised, squeezing his hand before letting go and walking to talk quietly to Pat.

Gods this was so fucking weird. Of all places Virgil could have stumbled into- a coven, a ritual, a prayer circle, maybe just some kids messing around- this was probably one of the worst scenarios. He supposed it could be worse; at least these fae seemed keen to not terrify him or want to eat him alive… at least so far. He wondered what he’d owe the fae after this.

Stumbling into their forest like a bumbling idiot, snark one of them- clearly the more powerful one as well-, comfort that in all honesty he knew he didn’t deserve. Oh yeah, Virgil was a dead man for sure. He’d have to give them his soul and then some. This was an absolute disaster.

“You can say that again.” The Duke said with a loud cackle, making Virgil jump and stumble back a little bit. J grabbed his arm and stopped him from falling, carefully setting him back on his feet.

“What part of this is a disaster kiddo?” Pat asked, casually taking L’s hand and sending him a quick nod. Virgil glanced around and took a shaky breath.

“What do I owe you?” He started, looking down at the floor and stepping away from J’s touch. “I… I don’t have much, I don’t know what I owe you or what you count as a favor but,” he sighed, “I’m bound to owe you something, yeah?”

The forest was suddenly quiet, still thrumming with faint energy. The five fae looked around at each other, having a silent conversation. The twins looked at each other, then at Virgil, and back at each other, and nodded in unison. Pat nodded, then L, then J.

Virgil blinked at the five, confusion clear on his face as he tried to figure out what the hell they were agreeing on- if anything. Were they figuring out what to charge him? Whether or not to kill him? At this point, Virgil thought that might be a better option. He didn’t have anything to give really, so why would they keep him alive after he had taken so much. He was in debt and couldn’t pay it back.

“If you’re going to kill me, please just make it quick.” Eyes snapped to look at Virgil, making him squirm under the attention. Pat’s expression softened, J and him locking eyes before J stepped to the side and let Pat walk up.

“Actually kiddo, we were thinking of just… keeping you,” Pat said, “If you would like to stay of course. We don’t really like the idea of taking anything from you. Plus you don’t really look… prepared.”

What. What? WHAT? Why would they- what are they- what? Words and questions spun through Virgil’s head, leaving him dizzy and disoriented- well, he was already disoriented by the forest but that was hardly the point.

“But- why? I haven’t done anything, why would you-” He paused, licking his lips nervously, “Why would you want me? Is this some sort of joke? I’m- I’ll guess I’d be a servant or something but- why not just kill me? Aren’t souls like- super valuable?”

The fae looked… horrified? Virgil really couldn’t tell anymore. He was tired, okay? Pat took a few more steps closer and took Virgil’s head in his hands. Virgil’s heart sped up and he just couldn’t help but want to melt into the touch.

“Kiddo I-” he cut himself off, “I understand why you may be… distrustful of us. We aren’t- fae don’t really have the best reputation and…” Pat’s words got stuck on his tongue. He looked back at and sent a quick pleading stare. L blinked at the two for a moment before sighing under his breath.

“We understand if you do not wish to stay with us. From what we have discussed, we are fully willing to let you leave with, ahem, no strings attached.” L looked to the Prince, his face twitching up when the Prince nodded.

What? What?

What even was Virgil’s luck at this point? These fae were so fucking weird. Virgil blinked blankly at the chorus of fae in front of him, still processing what he just heard. The Duke chuckled gently and quickly walked up to Virgil, pushing Pat out of the way. He ruffled Virgil’s hair and squished his face, smiling when he felt how warm Virgil was to the touch. A shiver went down Virgil’s spine at the sight of his slightly sharpened teeth.

Is it worth it?

I have nothing to lose.

So why are you so scared?

… I don’t know.

So? The universe is your guide, right?

As if the universe has been anything less than harsh.

Have they given you a reason not to trust them?

… No. But gods I wish I could. It feels like the universe is throwing every stone at me and I can’t escape it. I want to trust them but it’s just so hard to when everything- every odd is pinned against me.

Karma comes back to help in times of need. Why not take a chance? Just this once?

This is a big chance to take so blindly.

You said it yourself, you have nothing to lose.

“I… sure?” Words tumbled out of Virgil’s mouth, regret crossing his face for a moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The Duke let go of Virgil’s face and walked a few steps away. Here goes nothing.

“I can’t promise I’ll be anything… special for you but,” he opened his eyes and looked up, “I’ll try to repay you.”

“Oh little one,” J, suddenly in front of him, gently dragged the back of his hand against Virgil’s cheek and took his chin between his pointer and thumb, “You owe us nothing.” The moment seemed frozen in time. Virgil felt something warm well up in his chest, spreading through his entire body.

“What can we call you, little one?” J asked, gently staring at him with his magic-filled eyes. Okay, so Virgil was dumb, but he wasn’t that dumb. He also didn’t have a death wish so:

“You can call me V.”

The fae smiled at him, looking between each other. A silent phrase was passed in the air.

This will be an interesting journey.

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lmao-of-the-east · 4 years

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Virgil’s and Remus’ little game

A silly little fanfic I wrote Ships:Implied familial LAMPDR,Platonic Dukexiety triggers:Knives, potential injuries, if I’m missing anything,let me know. Words:454

It took a lot of effort and patience, but they managed to pull through.Even with Patton's stubbornness and Virgil's fear,all the sides were able to come together and become one big family.

It was a quiet morning where Virgil laid on the couch,surfing the web on his phone.He was able to find new slang words to confuse Logan with.

Unfortunately, Virgil's peaceful morning was interrupted by a loud and horrific stench.

"Viiiiiiiirgiiiiiil" The rat man called in excitement that, gladly, wasn't sexual.

"What is it Remus? I'm a bit busy"Virgil responds, putting his phone away and sitting up to see the Duke. The dark side of creativity was holding a wooden plank with old marks engraved into it.

"Weeeeeeeell," Remus started "since we're all friends now, I was wondering if you'd like to go down memory lane with me!I bit of a nostalgia trip if you will

-I.... I don't think I understand?

-we can play our little game again!! Like the good old times!!!"

Virgil thought back to his time with the dark sides, remembering in an instant what Remus was talking about. He grins,just as excited as the Duke at this point

"Set the table, I got a few new ones that just neeeeed to be tried out" The raccoon went to get the tools he needed for the game when he came back down to the living room, he saw the wooden board on the coffee table. He sat down on the couch next to Remus. The duke held in his hand a sharp blade.it was metal with a slight green glow. "Wow!" exclaimed the emo nightmare "what's that made out of? -This bad boy is made of uranium with a painted radioactive sign" Virgil smiles and pulled out his own blade. This one was dark purple with some bright stones embedded into it. "ohhhhhhhhhhh" Remus said in awe -This beauty" started Virgil “Is made from obsidian from the volcanoes in the imagination.I also found some crystals and added them to the blade. The handle is made of a mixture of copper and steel"Virgil started twirling the knife to show it off. Remus smiled and placed his hand on the board,being joined by Anxiety soon enough. A hummed melody started the game as the two began to stab the space between their fingers while singing the knife song. Their bonding time was so rudely interrupted by a concerned father figure "what are you guys doing??!?!?" The dark duo stopped their stabbing and looked at Patton who waited for an explanation. But instead of giving one, the two turned to each other, grinned, and started to stab the spaces in between their fingers even faster while singing. "the knife is going faster, the knife goes chop chop chop, But if we miss the space between Our fingers will come off!”

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #platonic dukexiety #tw knives #tw injury

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randomscaryhumanbeing · 4 years

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Comfort

LAMPDR Virgil Angst then Fluff

This is basically a script for a skit on my YouTube channel (It's RandomScaryHumanBeing) :D enjoyyy

Roman and Remus are childhood BFFs NOT BROTHERS in this au!! It's not incest!!

3rd POV like I've said it's easieerrrr

Virgil sat on the far side of the couch, watching his 3 of his 5 boyfriends cooking and having fun, and everynow and then looking at Roman and Remus goofing off. Virgil looks down at his hands, feeling a sudden rush of insucurety. Patton bounced over to Virgil a bowl of batter in hand.

"Virgie! Can you please try out this new recipe I tried, Logie doesn't trust me." Patton finishes pouting and slightly glaring at Logan, who just grins. Virgil forces a smile on his face and nods opening his mouth, Patton quickly spooned a mouthful of cookie dough into his mouth. Virgil swallows the mouthful, looking back up at Patton.

"It's great Patt" He says trying to sound content and happy. Patton doesn't buy it and neither does the rest. Remus slides down next to Virgil,

"What's wrong VV?" He says, wrapping an arm around Virgil's shoulders. Virgil sighs looking at his boyfriends who where now seated around him. Deceit sitting near his legs, resting his chin on Virgil's lap. Roman sitting on the back of the couch. Patton sitting on the arm, shoving his face full of batter. Logan sitting on Remus's lap, which he was forced onto.

"Do you guys really love me?" Virgil asks, a tear slipping out of his eye, but being quickly being wiped away by Deceits gloved hand.

"Of course we don't" Deceit says, cursing himself in his mind for speaking in lies.

"Dee Dee's right! Of course we love you!" Roman chirps in, giving Virgil a soft kiss on the head. Virgil bites his lip, for some reason not believing them. Logan gently takes Virgil's chin and guides it towards him.

"Darling, what's on your mind?" Logan says gently. Virgil closes his eyes, trying to exactly point out the exact issue and thought that's triggered this.

"I-I just... Why? Why do you love me?" Virgil stutters another couple tears slipping out. Logan frowns glancing at the others, wondering what to do.

"Oh kiddo! We love you for everything!!" Patton says cheerfully.

"Hmpf.. Like what." Virgil says burying his face into Patton's hip.

"Well, for one, you're really cute when your mad" Roman laughs. Virgil growls playfully.

"I hate the way your hair falls into your gorgeous eyes" Deceit says.

"I love it when you first wake up! You're so cute and disoriented. You try and go back to sleep anywhere! Sometimes even at the dining table in the middle of breakfast" Patton's giggles, remembering how Roman had to yell to stop Virgil from faceplanting in his pancakes. Virgil chuckles a little.

"You're super cute in an oversized hoodie. Especially mine~" Remus says with a smirk. Virgil blushes.

"I thoroughly enjoy your little smile and laugh" Logan says, Virgil looks around at his boyfriends, seeing that all of them are looking at him with love filled eyes. Virgil snuggles down feeling relaxed. Roman snaps his fingers and suddenly their in his room. Virgil lying the the middle, Deceit and Patton on his side. Roman and Logan on the side of Deceit and Remus beside Patton.

"Why your room, Princey?" Virgil mumbles, relaxing his previously tensed muscles.

"Well, my beds way bigger" He replies pulling Logan closer to him, as he moves closer to the cuddle pile.

After a couple minutes of silent cuddles, Virgil speaks,

"I can't sleep" He whines, wriggling around. Logan sighs, looking at Roman, Deceit then Patton all three nod. Virgil looks on confused until Patton cleared his throat.

"Remember when we all got drunk?

I ended up with two broke thumbs

Oh my God, I felt so dumb, lucky me

I wrote a song that no one knows

I played a show and no one showed

Oh my God, I felt so alone, lucky me" He sings, his voice soothing Virgil.

"When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell

What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell?

Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties" Roman sings next.

"A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties

Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more" Deceit sings next, surprising Virgil at how amazing his voice is.

"La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more" Patton hums.

"Remember when she broke my heart

Waitin' for the waiter to return my card?

Right as I let down my guard, lucky me

We had to work a bit more hard

Only just to get a little bit less far

We could laugh about it all tomorrow, couldn't we?" Roman sings, chuckling a little at how upset he was, but his then friends made him feel so much better. Virgil rubs Romans back, proud of him that he can laugh at himself.

(He's Bi, don't come at me DX)

"When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell

What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell?

Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties" Deceit sings, Virgil closes his eyes smiling.

"A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties

Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more" Patton sings, also becoming tired.

"La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more" Roman sings, snuggling closer to Deceit.

"Do your thing it goes like this

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you" Deceit sings, placing a kiss on the top of Romans head, reaching a hand out to grab Logan's, making sure he didn't feel left out. Virgil sings the last line,

"A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties

Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you

A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties

Yeah, no, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more" he finishes, falling asleep, quickly followed by his boyfriends.

Hai, the song is, "100 Bad Days" by AJR

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shy-marker-pliers · 5 years

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Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts: Sanders Sides | Liveblog + Reactions!

note: instead of writing thoughts down in chunks and reblogging them i’ll just do it in one big post so i don’t clog everybody’s dash and it’s easier to avoid if you haven’t seen the ep yet :) (that is if anyone is still awake lol)

I SEE U MR. MUSTACHE MAN ON THE THUMBNAIL

wouldn’t the dark side of creativity be anxiety? because you’re like imagining situations that could harm you? or maybe it’s paranoia or something idk

blood and gore? violence? disturbing imagery? DEATH?? which one of my children is gonna die i will not stand for this-

welp good thing i don’t have any triggers

character thomas buddy you don’t look so good

honestly he’s acting like i do pretty much all the time and that is...concerning....

i should sleep more

but i probably won’t

MY BOYS HAVE ARRIVED

now where’s logan

ah there he is

i love how as soon as he appears he’s like “what do you need”

tbh thats pretty soft

yeah whats going on here??

seriously who’s the new guy

“The purp man“

hhh everyone’s talking over each other

i’ve never seen Just Like Heaven but it’s got mark ruffalo so hell yea i’m game

seriously though why do they keep dancing around the subject

“am i delirious or is this the funniest video i’ve ever made?“ ok first of all mood, second of all it’s probably both because i’m very sleep deprived rn

wow that’s what it sounds like when i tune out ppl like its the exact sound and everything

thomas just freaking out while the sides are talking about movies

OH LAWD HE COMIN

that outfit tho....sis....

idk whether I hate it or love it tbh

also holy crap that effect is so good how did they do that

Roman’s fucking dead

the duke? how come he gets a name but Dee doesn’t?

side note why is he called the duke

virgil looks maddd

so what is this like the Sanders sides version of the pink elephant song

“i’m going to whip your butt!“ “Promise?“ oOh KiNkY

HE KNOWS DECEIT

wh- this guy knows my thoughts too i guess

seriously i imagine what i would be like to kill a person way too often

oh so he’s creativity too

stop it duke you’re scaring patton!!!

Jeffery Dahmer is just a conversation point now i guess

i actually think i’ve heard of the white bear expiriment before

🎵 Patton did a real good job🎵

you sure did buddy

dork means whale penis. huh

this explanation is confusing but i kinda get it

i act like the duke sometimes and that is very concerning

or maybe it isn’t idk

he’s kind of making a lot of sense right now...about being afraid to explore more mature ideas in your work i mean

great now i’m imagining thomas dancing while on fire

i kinda like this new guy he’s like me if my thoughts were completely unfiltered

virgil is making a lot of good points here

so is logan

Virgil said a swear!!!!1!111

i’m so proud

lol ew he just licked that guy

“Im about to smash the hulk“ IM DEAD

logan is right, sometimes you don’t act on your thoughts because they’re impossible and/or you would or could never do them in real life. if you think about it imagining being the avatar isn’t all that different than, say, imagining pulling out someone’s intestines just to see how far they’ll go in the sense that they’re both things you think about but would never do

its not good to repress your thoughts, patton

logan is being lowkey soft to virgil

Duke stop you’re scaring virgil!!

preach logan

DUKE PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON

virgil no

patton what

put logan’s teeth back wtf

heh...dookie

REMUS? HIS NAME IS REMUS?

PROFESSOR LUPIN??

i guess some of you are gonna be shipping them all so we need another LAMP’D acronym

i mean i guess you could always do LAMP’DD but idk

LAMPDR? DLAMPD? if you leave logan out it could be RAMP’D

they’re destroying him with facts and logic

erection medicine

Duke be like “Surprise bitch i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me”

what if you sniffed your dog’s butt?

“Roman! you’re alive!” “I love you!”

ok everythings cool

Roman no don’t repress him

VIRGIL YOU DID NOTHING WRONG

I KNEW HE WAS A DARK SIDE I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

BUT HE STILL DID NOTHING WRONG THOUGH

why do i get the feeling that the new meme here is gonna be eating deodorant

well that was insane

goodnight everybody

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #the duke #ts duke #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #ts deceit

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transfemlogan · 1 year

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Any time i see a fic thats like "lampdr - roman & remus r not dating!" Its like. Do u... know how relationships work. do u have a sibling. Like the dynamics that u guys r going 2 have......

#revy.txt #im SURE ive talked abt roman & remus + amother side romantically #but i like the Silliness of. 2 siblings fighting over the same crush #not the. siblings dating the same person.

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acrobaticcatfeline · 4 years

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I just looked through my wips and I forgot about my notebooks logan centric LAMPDR fic I had started and now I'm like, big wanna write more of it. Did I just start a different one? Yes. Do I care? No.

#fe rambles

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raindropsduringthesunset · 3 years

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Bubble Baths and Sweet Snacks (TSS Fateful Fae AU)

Ao3 ~~~ Wattpad

First Part, Last Part, Next Part

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Janus, Logan, Roman, Remus

Relationships: Moxiety (Platonic), Moxiety (Eventual Romantic), LAMPDR (Background, Platonic)

TW: Mention of Past Injury, Scars, Brief Implications of Pain, Panic, Knives, Violence (Playful),

cw: Bathing Together, Possessiveness, Fire, Food, Remus (Sympathetic- Mentioned), Janus (Sympathetic), Patton (Sympathetic), Crying (Brief), Embarrassment (Brief), Cursing

Enjoy!

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Patton maybe shouldn’t care for a mortal so much. He didn’t even have dibs on him- J had called it far earlier than any of them, whether he’d admit it or not. It was clear he’d claimed V after they had first met. Now that Patton had taken the time- though he genuinely could say it felt more like it was gifted to them- to learn more about the mortal, he fully understood.

V was just too precious. Though he tried to act tough and walled off, his walls seemed to crumble at the smallest expression of affection. Trained stale looks quickly melted away into soft expressions when Patton ruffled his hair or rubbed his back while passing by. A simple praise seemed enough to make him weak at the knees.

Patton definitely didn’t underestimate V’s ability though. V could take care of himself- as he’d expressed constantly at the endless care that the chorus of fae had to give. V would cook on his own in the dead of night, go foraging, go on walks. Even when V had first arrived, he was fierce and careful to read deeply into what others were saying, searching for hidden meanings behind words that they would say. It took weeks for V to finally allow the others to be gentle with him- a little longer for him to allow the Duke to come anywhere near him.

Duke whined about it every day when he’d find V sitting by one of the others or sharing a tender moment. His whining only earned him a smack upside the head by J and a hearty laugh from Princey.

Patton learned quickly and took note of everything V enjoyed. His favorite drink was a hot chocolate with a small amount of spiced rum. His favorite food was pasta with just a ladle worth of sweet tomato sauce. His favorite smell was lavender and vanilla with just a hint of juniper.

Patton adored how particular V was and was always determined to find out more of his favorite things, find out what he loved, find out what he hated; the faeries actually shared a list of things that V hated as a precaution- none of them wished to make him unhappy. And how could they?

V was their everything. The fun they’d been searching for hundreds of years. The random factor, a common cause for them to come together. The final piece that they always felt was missing but just couldn’t find until now. They would recreate reality just for him; rewrite every story, spin and weave the world until it was perfect for V.

V was theirs and Patton was eternally grateful to the universe for it.

Timeskip

V sighed happily, pushing his head against Patton's hands and he lathered V’s hair. Fingers scratched pleasantly against his scalp as he was washed. His eyes had fallen shut a long time ago, his long lashes fluttering every few moments. Patton smiled gently at the mortal, warmth filling his chest as the boy practically melted under his touch.

“Do you like that little one?” Patton hummed, chuckling slightly when V sighed blearily back and leaned more and more against his hands and the tub. White suds shimmered from the candlelight nearby, the warm glow of the fire making V’s skin glow.

“Lean your head back a bit kiddo, I don’t want to irritate your eyes.” Patton warned, muttering a soft praise when he tilted his head. The fae frowned at the sight of bruises covering V’s neck. Words caught in his throat; it pained him to ignore the possibility that V was in danger, but he also tried so hard to rationalize it. Before he could get too deep into his own head, he realized that V was looking up at him through cloudy eyes.

“Are you tired, little one?” V nodded absentmindedly, blinking slowly with a sleepy smile across his face. Patton ran a hand through his hair and rested another hand on his back, gently leading him to lay back in the water so that he could wash out the soap.

V hummed happily at the feeling of warm water against his scalp and Patton's hands in his hair. Patton scratched the place behind his ear carefully, holding back a cooing sound when V closed his eyes again and leaned into the touch.

“You only have to do this, then you can do whatever you want. Oh! L told me to tell you that you should go stargazing with him tonight. You don't have to if you don't want to though,” Patton pushed some soap away from V’s forehead, “We understand if you’re tired.” V whined sadly when Patton pushed him out of the water.

“Hold on kiddo,” Patton laughed, keeping a hand on his back, “I need to wash you.” V’s eyes opened abruptly, making Patton freeze. A panicked sheen made his eyes shine as he began to bring his hands up to cover his body.

“Would you be more comfortable if I left the room while you washed and I just did your back?” He asked, rubbing his back slowly. V shook his head and stared off for a moment. He brought his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, leaning over to let Patton see his back.

Patton grimaced at the sight of scarring down V’s lower back. Scratching and rashes rested on his hip bone. V winced as Patton poured water down his back and gently rubbed the spots that were still scarring over, cleaning wounds from while muttering little apologies under his breath. Patton froze as V sucked in a sharp breath, freezing where he was sitting.

“Kiddo?” He asked cautiously. V shivered and rubbed at his arms. Patton frowned and ran a hand through V’s hair.

“Does it hurt? Are you cold?” He didn’t respond. Patton let out a sigh and took one of his hands.

“Little one, you have to tell me if it hurts okay? I don’t want you hurting. And if it’s too cold I can heat up the water.” V pursed his lips.

“Doesn’t that take time though?”

“V, sweetheart, I’m a fae. Heating up water is possible in a blink of an eye. I promise it’s fine with me.” Patton rubbed gently at V’s shoulder. “... Yeah, it’s cold. It’s makin’ ‘m sting,” V mumbled, looking away. Patton nodded and dipped a hand in the water stirring with small shimmers of his magic swimming past the bubbles until V nodded that the temperature was good. Carefully, Patton went back to cleaning V’s shoulders.

Patton scratched gently at his back, the pit in his stomach fading away as V began to relax again. Soap gathered and covered his back, the potent smell of lavender filling the small room. V slumped forward slightly, bringing his shoulders up to help Patton reach more.

Gods, Patton loved this boy. He honestly couldn’t tell if he loved him romantically or platonically at this point, but it didn’t really matter to him. The point was that he would tear the world apart for the boy in front of him. He could do no wrong, say no wrong. Patton would barely hesitate to say he was a gift from the gods themselves.

Oh dear, Patton really had fallen far for him. J had warned him and he hadn’t listened. Though, looking at the way V’s eyes closed gently at the feeling of warm hands on his back… He couldn't say he was mad about it.

Timeskip

“Do you know where V is?” Patton asked L the next day.

“Unfortunately I do not. He did not join me last night for stargazing. I imagine he is in his room.” L said, not looking up from his book. Patton frowned and ran a hand through his hair.

“V wasn’t in his room when I checked in on him this morning.”

“Could he possibly be on a morning stroll?”

“After a bath?”

“Hm,” L closed his book, pursing his lips, “Maybe check on the Prince. I overheard that he was planning to spend a day with V sometime.” Patton sighed and looked to the side. He really wanted to spend the day baking with V. L stared blankly at Patton before pushing himself up and gently clasping a hand against his arm.

“I’m sure the Prince would let you spend the day with V if you asked. He may not be too happy or quick to agree but that’s just how he is,” L said with the ghost of smile, “I could accompany you if you would like. I have been meaning to speak to the prince about… something anyway. Patton smiled and sent a knowing look to L.

“Is it about your jam or about V?”

“About V, why would it be about my jam?” Patton’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat.

“Uhh, just forget I said anything.” L squinted and pursed his lips before sighing and relaxing his features,

“I’ll ask him later. Shall we?” L extended an arm to Patton who smiled and looped his arm around.

“We shall.”

Timeskip

When the two had finally arrived in the fae forest, the Prince was sitting on a log with J, the two watching V who was crouched down by the lake playing with one of the fish. Patton had no doubt that the Duke was nearby- most likely in the lake. Pat carefully untangled L and his arms before the two walked forward to their respective people.

“Hey kiddo, whatcha’ up to?” Patton asked, bending down and tilting his head slightly. V looked up at him, slightly dazed, and blinked for a few moments.

“I’m…“ He paused, his brain taking a moment to catch up, “I’m just… relaxing for a bit.” Patton smiled and brought a hand up, scratching Virgil’s head.

“Would you be interested in maybe baking with me? I wanna make angel food cake and I think you might have fun.” V leaned into the touch, slowly closing his eyes while nodding. Pat carefully moved his hand away standing up and offering him a hand.

“Hey, where are you two going?” Prince protested, standing up with a slight form on his face. J also looked upset when V stood up and held Patton’s hand tightly.

“I’m borrowing V to go bake.” Patton explained, looking down and smiling gently at V when he nuzzled into his side. “Did you ask before just taking him?” J hissed with no real bite.

“I asked V, he said he’s fine with it.”

“I didn’t mean V.” Janus rolled his eyes, standing up and fixing his hair to the side before crossing his arms. Pat laughed a bit and moved a hand to start rubbing V’s back.

“V isn’t just a prize for us to pass around, you know that right?” He teased. The Prince huffed and toed at the ground.

“Yes but it’s our turn with him. You got to play with him all night yesterday!” He whined, gesturing lightly to V.

“V and I only took a bath then I sent him to bed, you can play with him tomorrow,” Pat looked at L who was tapping his foot impatiently, “Also, I’m afraid I may have spilled the beans to L about your little… incident.” A bit of panic flashed in the Prince’s eyes as he looked over to L who appeared to be very mad.

“Oh, so you did do something to my jam?” J covered his mouth and looked away, hiding his smile. Patton rolled his eyes and squeezed V’s hand, gently tugging it towards him before walking forward.

“If you need us, we’ll be in the kitchen.” V waved a small goodbye before leaning into Patton’s side.

“The fuck is goin on up here?”

“Go away Duke!”

Timeskip

The kitchen door creaked as Patton pushed it open. He snapped his fingers, the candles in the room imminently being set aflame- their light being a little brighter than normal. V cautiously walks in behind him, stealthily pushing the stool he had forgotten to put back in it’s spot the night before.

“Do you want to stand and help cook or sit and help stir?” Pat asked, opening his recipe book and getting down the ingredients he needed with ease.

“I can do whatever.” V said, attempting to act indifferent. Patton looked through the recipe another time before turning to V.

“Would you be okay chopping the strawberries while I make the honey caramel?” V nodded and opened a lower cabinet, taking out a cutting board. Patton tilted his head slightly before shaking his head and opening the cutlery drawer- all made out of bronze of course. He carefully took out a knife and placed it on the cutting board.

“Be careful, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt now, would we?” Patton teased.

“I can handle myself, Pat.” For some reason, he wanted to disagree. Patton held his tongue in favor of just smiling and shaking his head fondly. Patton opened his

A few minutes passed, the quiet tapping of the knife against the cutting board and soft clinking of Patton’s spoon hitting the side of his pot. Every few moments V would slide the knife across the board and push the excess strawberry pieces into the trash.

The first week V was here, Patton had invited him to cook with him. It was just something simple; a soup with various cheeses and broccoli. What made it unusual was V’s reaction to Patton telling him to throw away the end of the broccoli.

Flashback

“Don’t we need it?” V asked, genuine confusion crossing his face. Patton looked up from where he was grating cheese and smiled.

“Nope! That part’s bitter anyway, too tough for J to eat. The Duke likes it though so if you really want to put it to use. Though, I do think the Duke said he doesn’t like it as much anymore,” Pat paused, “Never mind, just throw it away. It’s no big deal.” V’s eyes were wide. He looked like he wanted to say something but was holding his words back.

He still hadn’t moved to throw it out.

“But… isn’t that wasting food? It’s- it’s still edible, right?” V asked, looking at the bottom, “It’s just a bit tough, can’t we just cook it extra long?”

“No no, it’s fine, it’s just food. We’re eating most of it anyway. No one here likes the bottom-” Patton stopped, raising an eyebrow, “Do you like the bottom? If you do, we can cook it, it'll just take a little extra time.”

“NO!” The two of them flinched, V looking back at the vegetable, panicking slightly.

“I mean- no, I’m fine. S- I regret starting this argument.” V mumbled.

“Oh little one, this wasn’t an argument, it’s fine really,” Pat tried to read V’s face from the side, “Little one, I promise I’m not angry.”

“... You’re not?” Chills ran up Patton’s back as he heard V whisper softly, so scared, so vulnerable. He almost wanted to cry.

“I promise. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.” Patton reassured. He smiled when V nodded softly, going back to cutting the vegetables.

A pit still sat in his stomach at the realization that V was still tense as can be. He wanted to reach out and hold him when V winced slightly at the knife got a little too close to his hand. Patton just had him stir the pot for him instead.

End Of Flashback

“Okay, now just put it in the box.” Patton explained, helping V move the strawberries.

“Won’t the juice seep into the wood?” He tilted his head, hesitating slightly. “Nope! The container is made out of copper, the Prince just painted it to look like wood. Come here, run a finger down the side.” Pat extended a hand, smiling when V carefully moved to put his hand on his palm. Slowly, Patton moved their hands and rubbed the back of V’s hand on the container, laughing a bit when V’s eyes widened in wonder.

“This- looks really realistic. How?”

“The Prince has been painting for decades, he’s picked up the skill very easily. If you would like, I’m sure he would love to teach you one day.” Patton said. V paused before nodding, moving his hand back to start pushing the strawberries into the jar.

“Why-”

“... What’s wrong?”

“Never mind. I shouldn’t be asking so many questions. So-” V sighed, taking a long blink, “Please excuse me for-”

“Little one, you don’t need to apologize for having questions. It’s good to be curious. Honestly, I’m happy that you’re comfortable enough to ask.” Patton reassured. V finished putting in the strawberries and set the cutting board down.

“Really?”

“Really,” Pat set a gentle gaze oh V, “You can ask any of us anything. If one of us doesn’t know something, another is sure to. If you have any questions that you think are… more complicated, you can go to L. He’s a lot smarter than I am. J is also good for answering questions about the realm if you ever get confused by how something works.”

“... Why are we putting the strawberries in here if we’re just putting them on the cake?”

“We have to macerate them first so that they don’t taste bitter. Do you want to help me with it or do you just want to watch?” Patton got the sugar down and opened the top of the jar. “Could… could you walk me through it while I help?” V asked. Patton almost miss the small whisper of “I don’t want to be useless” but refrained from mentioning anything.

“Of course. Come, stand here for me.” Patton stepped back, smiling as V stood in front of him, “Good,now, take the measuring cup- yes just like that- and get a big scoop of sugar… Great job, now just drop it onto the strawberries.” They repeated the steps a few more times, V growing lightly tense as more and more sugar was added.

“What if we add too much.”

“There’s never enough sugar- plus some of it will burn away and caramelize inside of the cake when it cooks.”

“But what if it doesn’t?”

“I promise it will, and if it doesn’t, what’s the harm in a little more sugar?”

“Okay, that should be enough, no hold on just a moment.” Patton reached carefully around V and took the jar. V watched curiously as Pat stepped away, walking a few feet before stopping.

“Be careful, this is where the workout comes in. If you want, you can start on the cake, the recipe is right on the counter.”

Patton waited for V to turn around to start to shake the jar, his face scrunching up in concentration. After about a minute, he stopped, opening the jar and nodding before moving the jar to the ice box. When he looked back up, V was still reading the recipe, his shoulders tense.

“Are you alright?” Patton asked, walking up and frowning at V’s tear-glazed eyes, “hey, hey, what’s wrong? Come on little one, talk to me.”

V’s shoulders shook, tears starting to fall down his face. He raised his hands to wipe them away angrily, frustration covering his features. Patton slowly reached up, giving V enough time to pull away before he too his hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? Come on, breath in, yes, good. Now breathe out- wonderful. You’re doing perfectly.” Patton rubbed at V’s hands, gently kneading them to keep him grounded, “Are you okay? You can tell me what’s wrong.”

“I- I can’t… fuck…” Patton slowly brought V into a gentle hug.

“Take your time little one, it’s okay. Shhh, shhh, breathe sweetheart.”

V’s tears slowed but he was still hiccuping every few moments. Patton gently rubbed his back, hushing him and murmuring soft reassurances into his ear. The two slowly ricked from side to side, V relishing in the warmth of Patton’s arms.

“I don’t know.” V spoke into Patton’s sweater, causing him to look down.

“You don’t know what little one?”

“I don’t know how to…” V paused and flushed red, attempting to bury himself in Pat’s arms. He thought for a moment, recalling the past few minutes before it clicked.

“You don’t know how to read?”

“No, no, I- I can read it’s just…” V sighed, “It’s hard to read this. The letters don’t look right and I keep- I keep flipping words around.”

Ah, okay.

“Would it be easier for you if I helped and read it out for you?” Patton asked, smiling when V nodded into his chest. “Okay, let’s try this again.”

Timeskip

Later that night at dinner time, all the fae gathered at the pond smiling when V and Patton arrived with two picnic baskets. The twins had set up candles and called for fireflies to light their night time picnic. L had laid out a few blankets and lit a lemon and wood candle to keep bugs away. J had… done nothing really. What? He was working on the gateway that evening, he deserved a break.

That didn’t stop the others from making him have to take food last.

“This is delicious, thank you.”

“Absolutely divine.”

“Thank you darlings, this is wonderful.”

“Holy fuck this is good.”Patton laughed and shook his head, looking over to V who was happily eating a sandwich and snacking on strawberries.

“Do you like it sweetheart?” V nodded happily and bit into another strawberries. Patton smiled. He found V’s favorite fruit.

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