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banalbones · 4 years

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The Petite Prince: Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Princes Don’t Need Help

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8

SideStory

Summary: Roman is a child. Virgil is spending time with said child, and said child likes Logan’s Crofter’s.

Words: 2179

Ships: Familial everything, except roceit. Eventual familial roceit

Genre: Fluff with a side dose of angst

Warnings: A few swears, tell me if there’s any more!

Taglist: @pricklyfish777 @sunflowerblondeuwu @itriedandimtired @draw-your-perfect-world @cemmy @battlebunnyteardropsinthesun @nonbinary-lizard-2 @fanforeveruniverse @i-cant-find-a-good-username

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Virgil was content.

After hours, hours of searching for the precious little bean, here he was in the emo’s arms.

Finally.

The small royal giggled as Virgil made a silly face at him.

Scary reputation? Who’s she.

The baby reached up and tugged at the anxious side’s hair, marvelling at the pretty purple color, pulling at his own chocolate curls in comparison.

“Woah!”

Virgil felt his heart melt as the petite prince tugged his hair again, happily beaming and showing off his gap tooth.

He knew that the others were watching the exchange, but, for the first time in his ‘life’, didn’t even care.

Then Roman’s face scrunched up in concentration, and he let go of the emo’s hair.

“Liv’ roo!”

Virgil smiled softly.

“The living room?”

“Liv’ roo!”

So. Cute.

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Okay can I just interrupt for a second?

You already have, but go on.

Why do you all keep emphasizing how cute he was?

Because I was absolutely adorable.

Because he was absolutely adorable.

…

Fair enough.

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Patton was still chatting with Logan, about brownies and endorphins and all the like, but he still felt sad.

Patton was the literal dad of the group, and yet when one of his kiddos turned into a literal kiddo, he could do nothing about it. Well, for now at least.

Logan had told him that Roman had most likely felt extremely overwhelmed, causing him to regress further, and therefore should not be exposed to one of the main reasons he had felt overwhelmed by for a bit.

The logical side had faltered near the end, which the moral side took as a good sign.

Maybe he doesn’t think I’m too big a ‘main reason’.

Patton held on to this hope.

Because any hope, no matter how trivial, was hope.

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Remus really hadn’t wanted to give his little bro over to Virgie, and was considering to just, well to just not, but the look that Nerdy Wolverine had given him had convinced him of doing otherwise.

Whatever. I guess they still think I want to kill my brother.

Which he didn’t.

But again, whatever.

The Duke ignored the sting that the thought had left.

Whatever.

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Back in the living room, Roman was grinning wider than ever.

It was working! There was waaaay less sad, and even better than that, he had helped.

Ooh, look at the pretty lights! And the pur-pur hair! Wait, he had already seen the pur-pur hair. It was still pretty though!

The room was being decorated with nice bright colors and fairy lights. Big him (and Little him) loved those!

“So. What d’ya wanna do?”

Roman turned and looked at Virgil, a tad confused, before shrugging.

“You choo!”

Big me never got to choose. Wow! Fluffy blankets!

The little prince missed the shocked face Virgil had worn at his response, and his confused face before that.

“Disney?”

“Yeah!”

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Why had the bean looked so confused when I had asked him what he wanted to do?

That was a question that would surely echo throughout Virgil’s mind for the rest of the movie marathon, and most likely after it as well.

Looking to the adorable little royal, Virgil smiled an anxious smile.

I hope he’s okay.

Virgil looked at the wide green eyes, engrossed in whatever the Disney movie at the moment was. He was so small, but that was to be expected of a now fifteen month old baby.

The paper crown slipped down over the prince’s eyes, blocking his view of the film. He huffed and pushed it back up with his tiny hands.

“Need a little help there?”

Vigil was still smiling as the bean harrumphed, rather dramatically.

“No.”

“You sure about that? The crown keeps falling.”

“No.” he retorted, stubborn as ever.

The crown fell again.

This time tears filled the prince’s eyes and he pouted angrily.

“Stay!”

Virgil reached over to fix it, only to have his hand swatted away.

“No! Prin’s don’ nee ‘elp!”

Princes don’t need help? Well that doesn’t seem… healthy. What if the bean isn’t healthy?! Well, its obvious he’s not- he is regressed, but what if- I should probably try to stay calm. For his sake.

It was funny, the literal embodiment of anxiety trying to be calm.

The crown fell again and tears rolled down the youth’s cheeks.

Virgil wrapped his arms around the bean, attempting to comfort him. He did want to find out what the small royal had meant, but he couldn’t bear seeing an upset little royal.

The bean must not be sad!

And so Virgil kept hugging the little prince, trying to ignore the phrase.

Princes don’t need help!

Great, two things that would probably haunt him forever.

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Roman dried his eyes in VeeVee shirt, already regretting the tears.

He was supposed to make them happy!

Sad=bad!

And so, the petite prince took a deep breath, and cuddled closer to Virgil.

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Both boys had forgotten about their movie marathon by now, content to just cuddle there forever, but then the baby prince had an idea, an idea that would hopefully make VeeVee happy.

The hoodie itself was reeeeeally nice and soft and fluffy and warm, and the prince wasn’t even wearing it!

If it was that nice on the outside, what it be like on the inside?

And so Roman had two options.

Option one: snuggled inside the jacket against Virgil’s chest,

Option two: snuggled in the hood.

It was a very hard choice to make, but the small royal eventually clambered to the top of the emo’s head, getting ready to drop down into the soft embrace of fabric.

Virgil was extremely confused throughout the whole of it.

Roman giggled, and then he was laying in the warm, warm hood.

Oh look! Pur-pur hair!

And so the prince was cosy and the emo was amused.

“Adorable.”

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Logan walked into the kitchen the next morning, ready to enjoy his sweet, sweet Crofter’s, when a giggly Roman and a smiling Virgil entered the room.

Now, this would not have struck Logan as odd if it weren’t for the fact that the tiny prince was sitting in the anxious side’s hood, his little arms wrapped around Virgil’s neck.

Logan.exe is experiencing a malfunction. Overload of cuteness has temporarily shut down subject’s brain.

Now, Logan wasn’t a robot, or anything of the sort. He was a metaphysical human being. But in that moment he just ‘couldn’t’.

This is odd, I’ve seen and identified the child as ‘cute’ before. Why am I so overwhelmed by the cuteness now?

Virgil must’ve noticed Logan’s mini meltdown, as he snorted and said “You good there teach?”

“How is he so adorable?”

Virgil was about to respond but got interrupted by the little prince.

“Mama!”

Logan.exe is experiencing a malfunction. Overload of cuteness has temporarily shut down subject’s brain.

Twice in a minute. That was most certainly not normal.

But it wasn’t necessarily bad, either.

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Roman, even as a baby, loved attention, and teasing people. So when he noticed he had a chance to get attention and mess with Mama, of course he would do it.

His spot in Virgil’s hood was very comfortable though.

It could wait until after breakfast.

The little prince hugged Virgil’s neck tighter, and pointed at the jar of Crofter’s next to Logan.

Well, he could still mess with Logan from up here.

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You were literally fifteen months old, and yet you still felt the need to be annoying?

Hey! I didn’t want to be annoying, I just wanted to mess with you.

Sure.

And also eat your Crofter’s.

As you would usually say, heathen.

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“You shouldn’t be eating this. Too much sugar could be detrimental for your teeth.”

Logan, in the end, gave in to the whims of the adorable little child and let him eat the jam.

…

Logan and Virgil were mostly silent throughout the meal, happy to listen to the small royal’s babbling.

And then there was a tug.

The left brain boys had completely forgotten about Thomas.

Virgil looked to the logical side, panic evident in his expression.

“What the fuck do we do?”

Logan had on a similar expression.

“The more pertinent question is do we tell him?”

“Tell him what?”

“About Roman. He doesn’t know that sides regress.”

“He doesn’t!?”

“No.”

“How come I thought he did?”

“You were usually the regressed side.”

“That doesn’t mean anythi-”

Another tug.

Roman let out a whimper.

One of them had to go, but the other had to stay with the prince.

“Roman can’t sink down, he isn’t touching the floor.”

“Guys!”

They heard Thomas’s voice this time.

And so, in a heat of the moment decision, Virgil gently but quickly lifted the bean out of his hood, handed him to Logan, and sank down.

“I’ll come up with an excuse!”

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Logan sighed, and looked to the petite prince now in his arms.

“No he won’t.”

The scaled-down side nodded his head in agreement.

Logan smiled at him and with a quick flick of the wrist, summoned a book.

It was a small picture book with a few words littered throughout.

The nerd knew that normal fifteen month olds would not be able to read at all, but they weren’t exactly real, and so didn’t follow the ‘natural process’ of aging accurately.

Roman squealed as the book landed in front of him, a golden light illuminating his tiny features.

Wait a… gold light? Where is that coming from?

Very odd.

A few moments later the princely side, after being few pages in, started humming.

And then there were birds.

And rabbits.

And squirrels.

And deer.

Where are all of these coming from? Should I be concerned?

Logan stared incredulously at the child, who didn’t seem to notice his new company.

Curious.

…

And then the humming stopped.

Logan, who had summoned his own book to read, looked up to see a frown on the youthful side’s face as he seemingly struggled to read a word.

“Do you require any assistance?”

The royal shook his head fiercely.

“No! Prin’s don’ nee ‘elp!”

Oh. Oh dear.

“Why not?” Logan decided to say, in a deliberately soft voice.

“B-b-bi’ me!”

Big him?

Logan was tempted to get another side’s help, but decided against it.

He could help the child himself.

“You should never be ashamed of needing help, Roman. Everyone needs it sometimes, even me.”

Roman looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

“Rea’y?”

Logan smiled.

“Yes, your highness, it is true.”

The miniscule royal frowned.

“Bi’ me ner g’elp…”

Logan was having a tough time translating.

“Big you never wanted to get help?”

The prince shook his head.

“Go’ elp.”

“Big you never got help?”

Roman nodded.

Did he not?

“How come?”

“Asd, bu no.”

“He asked but no?”

The royal nodded again.

That is quite concerning.

“No’n elp ‘im, so no nee’ elp!”

Logan really needed a dictionary.

“No one helped him, so ‘no need help’?”

“Ee d-d’ided no nee’ elp.”

“He decided he didn’t need help?”

“Ya!”

Well.

Logan definitely needed to have a long, possibly uncomfortable discussion with the rest of the sides.

As Virgil would so eloquently put it, ‘We fucked up.”

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In Remus’s room, the day before…

Remus had joined the conversation with Logan and Patton after Virgil and his RoBro left.

He had also found out everything that had happened.

And he was not happy.

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Janus was happy.

Very happy, in fact.

The slimy snek boy knew it had literally been a day since it happened, but still.

He had gotten accepted!

He had revealed his name!

And it was great. Extremely freeing to know that he finally had nothing more to fear.

Except Roman. Except Virgil.

He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind.

He was Denial after all.

No one has spoken to you since then. Not even Patton.

He pushed those away too.

Happy. Happy. Happy.

You were too harsh.

He forced out a smirk and ignored it.

All he did was call your name stupid.

Happy. Happy.

He didn’t even mean it. You know when people are lying, and he was.

Happy.

He didn’t mean it, but you did.

Jesus Christ Superstar!

All Janus wanted was to be happy and feel nice feelings after being accepted!

These thoughts were pushing through an indestructible wall of denial, something only Remus could d-

Remus.

You and I are going to have a problem.

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In Remus’s room, the day before…

Patton had been happy to chat with Remus as well as Logan, (or so he told himself) and so when the Duke had asked what had happened with him and Roman, he had been fine with telling him.

Well, would have been.

Logan had interjected before the moral side had had a chance to open his mouth, and Patton inwardly shrugged and listened.

It seemed so much worse when you put it like that.

And so when he had seen Remus’s stormy expression, he had been worried.

Well, shit.

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Thank you for reading this chapter of the Petite Prince!

Another competitor has joined the arena!

Also before you say (if anyone was going to say anything) ‘oh my god! Patton swore!’ I personally do hc Patton as someone who swears. Not like ‘oh god’ or anything like that, but since Thomas swears, I think all of the sides do.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders sides #tss #the petite prince #roman sanders #baby roman #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #im probably going to add remy #not as a side #but you'll see

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daroamine · 4 years

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falling for you (aha, literally)

Summary: Their evening was going pretty well. Better than well, actually, if Remus were to describe it. It seemed like Virgil was finally getting comfortable around them again. And then the dumb emo had to go and fall down a gravel hill. How inconsiderate. OH, also, Remus is really gay for Virgil but likes to think he's not.

ao3

Notes: this fic was something i impulse-wrote at 2am?? so i'm not exactly sure how good it is, and i cannot be bothered to proof read. so i guess you're gonna have to deal with it

warnings: cursing, non-graphic description of blood, non-graphic description of injury, i think one intrusive thought about injury from remus?

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Remus grinned brightly at Patton, who was cheerfully kicking pebbles beside him. The sides had gone on an outing in the imagination, just for a little relaxing time, and he felt his body just melt into goo as soon as he saw the sunset over the horizon.

Logan and Janus were conversing quietly at the back of the group, and as he turned back to check on them, Logan caught his eye. The nerd's face was flushed a soft pink, like he was pleasantly comfortable. The light from the dimming sky shone off of his glasses like little streams of starlight. Janus looked all-too aware of how pretty the other looked, and he kept glancing over and awkwardly coughing, puffing up his coat collar. Remus scoffed in disgust, but a smirk played at his lips.

Roman turned then, to link hands with Patton, and Remus decided to take off, listening to the moral side's squeals grow distant as he raced further along the path. His feet pounded harshly against the gravel floor, and he let out a mad laugh to the winds. This was a good idea. Trees and benches whizzed past him, becoming a blur. He gave a bird the finger too. For the irony.

Letting out a loud whoop as he reached the top of the huge hill, he held up both hands in a solid victory pose. There was a snicker from beside him, and lo and behold, there sat Virgil himself, cross legged on the hill with his ripped jeans and worn boots and the setting sun lighting him like an angel. Or maybe to Remus, a sexy little demon.

Either way, it was... Admittedly nice to see the little emo so relaxed around the dark sides now. It had been so tense and uncomfortable for so long, but seeing him play around and laugh with him again just... Well, it made him very happy. He slumped down beside the other side for a moment, wriggling into the gravel so that the chalk dust would most definitely leave a butt-shaped imprint on his jeans. Ooh, that'd be so fun! Maybe he could convince Virgil to do that too. Nah, he would never, it's too "embarrassing".

His eyes found Virgil beside him again, and for a scary, disgusting moment, his breath caught in his throat. Virgil was... Pretty. Little freckles framed his sharp nose, and he had dark, purplish eyebags partially covered with pigmented black eyeshadow. Acne was spattered across his cheeks and forehead, and well, he didn't think that would be cute til right now, but there we go. Virgil had a thin little face, bony and angry, and in all ways should be unattractive, and yet- Well, and yet, Remus was sat on this hill at sunset admiring him. His skin was pale, almost frighteningly so, and well, wasn't that just hot as fuck? He knew he was into vampires, but Virgils too? Man, that's a new one.

'No it isn't,' his mind whispered, but he imagined violently stabbing that thought with a spear. Pssh. He didn't like VIRGIL. Liking is GROSS. All Roman's area for sure, and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you. "Hey, Virgey?" he said abruptly, elbowing him in the ribs so hard he almost fell over. The emo scowled up at him from under his fringe, a playful pout toying at his lips. "What do you want?"

And he grinned wickedly then, green eyes lighting up like Christmas had come early. Virgil rose a brow suspiciously. "Race ya, bitch!" And Remus leapt from his seat, sprinting down the hill so hard he thought he might slip and split open his head on the rough floor. He didn't though, and he looked back gleefully at Virgil as he ran, giggling. The emo was about three feet behind him, fast on his feet but clumsy with his long limbs, and they found themselves at an even pace.

"Get here, you little sewer rat!" the growl came from behind him, and Remus cackled, throwing his head back. "You'll never take me alive-!" Just as he finished his sentence, however, he stumbled over a large rock, and almost catapulted to the floor. Virgil was close now.

Remus screamed as Virgil's bony hands grasped at his sweater, and he reached the checkpoint at the last moment: the top of the next hill. The other side wasn't going to slow down. At the last moment, he stepped out of the way, and Virgil launched forward, hands stretched to grasp at nothing, and- Well, then he fell down the hill.

Remus gaped from where he stood, still panting hard. The other side had taken quite a tumble, hitting large, blunt rocks and landing on the concrete of an eating area below. "Shit, Virge-" he muttered, stumbling down after him. His chest stuttered with panic as he neared, only hearing soft mumbling. "Ow, owow, ow, ow-"

Kneeling beside him, he tilted his head to meet Virgil's eyes. "Where ya bruised, Mister Muse? Yknow... Like the band?" There was a little giggle from the bundle of,, boy on the concrete, and it sat up to reveal a dizzy looking emo with a bloodied lip. "M'okay, Rem. I think I jus' hit my face a bit, and um, my knees."

"Your knees?- Oh SHIT, your knees."

Now that Virgil was sat up properly, it was easy to see the bloodied scrapes engraved in his knees and shins. It seemed the fall had made even more tears in his jeans, too.

"You in pain? Like, on a scale of 'owie you poked me' to 'holy fuck, I'm literally gonna die right now', who do i need to call?" Remus rambled, scrunching his nose. Virgil huffed a little laugh, pulling himself up onto one of the seating benches. "It's fine, m'just a little shaky, shut the fuck up." Remus stared at the blood clearly soaking through his jean fabric, seemingly deliberating something, before standing again, having made a decision. "Take off your pants, shorty."

Virgil, to his credit, did look incredibly affronted, but NOT to his credit, he immediately began to unbutton his jeans without thinking twice. His hands were trembling from the shock as he tried to wiggle out of the pants, and he gasped roughly as the fabric scraped his knees. His eyes watered a little, and he bit his already bloody lip.

Remus rolled his eyes. "You are mortally injuring yourself, you dumb bitch. Lemme do it." he whacked the side's hands away, and shimmed the jeans down his thighs, being mindful of the wounds. "You're such a stupid whore, V," he grumbled as he carefully peeled the denim from his scrapes. The other side made a few sounds of protest, but then turned silent, and it was only a matter of time before he began to laugh quietly.

"This is so dumb," Virgil gasped between laughs, breath rasping and shoulders trembling, "I fell down a hill after we, TWO ADULTS, played chase and now you stripped me in the middle of a public recreational spot." "It's the imagination, dumbass, nobody else can get here!" Remus argued as he conjured wipes, but even then he had an amused little grin on his face.

Once Virgil's wounds had been disinfected and carefully wrapped, he slid his jeans back on. By now, it was almost dark, and Virgil sighed quietly from where he sat beside Remus on the bench. "M'so tired now, Rem," he breathed with a laugh, putting his head onto the other side's shoulder.

Remus turned a bright pink, biting his lip. "The others are still coming." he spoke, eyeing the top of the hill, beyond which he could hear Roman's boisterous laughter. Virgil groaned, pressing his face into Remus' neck. "I'on care.." And okay, Virgil must have gotten a concussion because there is no way he would do this if he wasn't completely delirious.

"Righty then, bedtime, Veevee." Remus coughed, hating the twisty stomachy feeling that was going on. He swept the side into a baby hold, being mindful of his injuries, and cuddled him against his chest. It was incredibly easy, as Virgil was like a tiny little twig, and if he was like a tiny little twig, then Remus was a whole-ass forest. "No more walkies. You'd probably, like, die." he spoke, and Virgil just laughed quietly into his shoulder.

Once the others reached the bench as well, Remus was beginning to feel rather embarrassed at the position he had made for them, but there was no turning back, as Virgil's head was securely snuggled against his collar. "Emo fell down the hill." Remus announced as they approached, standing with Virgil in his arms.

Patton gasped, and immediately jogged over to fuss over him, but Remus turned away. "Don't get ya panties in a twist, boys, he's been wrapped and shit already. Let him rest." he grinned, giving them a wink. The moral side rubbed his arms unsurely, but stepped back, looking at the others.

They began to head to the field as darkness fell, planning on watching the stars, and Janus fell into step with Remus.

"You're blushing." was all he said, sounding satisfied as his little snake eye glinted at him. Remus scoffed, knowing what that implied. "You got it all wrong, Snake Lively! And speaking of blushing, what was that shit with Logan, huh?" Janus didn't reply, only turning ahead to watch the path, but he knew for sure he saw a rosy flush on his human cheek.

They reached the field some time after nightfall, and the sky was dark and splotchy like spilled ink.

Roman immediately rushed ahead of them all to conjure little blankets and pillows, and plopped himself down on the largest one, laughing. Patton followed after, then Logan, and Janus looked all-too eager to sit beside him. Remus carefully plopped himself on the end, still with the anxious side in his lap. He hummed a little, looking down at him, but eventually took a rough hand and carded his fingers gently through the side's slightly greasy hair. In response, Virgil's arms tightened around his waist, humming sweetly in his doze, and Remus couldn't hold back a fond grin. What a cute little emo. He tilted his head back to look at the stars, still running his hands through the anxious side's locks.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts #sanders sides fanfic #dukexiety fluff #loceit #dukexiety #blood tw #injury tw #hurt/comfort kinda??#not proofread #janus thinks logan is really pretty okay #remus thinks virgil is really pretty okay

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therubyjailcell · 4 years

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Different Together - [Sanders Sides Secret Santa 2019]

A/N: This is my submission for @sanderssantas‘ event! It was made for @citrusmoonlight, in response to the prompt they submitted, "tattoo parlor/flower shop au, patton is a tattoo artist and virgil is the owner of the flower shop and lives above the shop and they’re cute and fluffy with each other" I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope it's fun for you to read! :) Also, Dee is non-binary (xe/xem) and sympathetic, and there’s a mention of Remus at one point

Summary: Patton and Virgil are widely different. One is a tall, sort of threatening looking tattoo artist, the other is sweet and pastel, and owns a flower shop... But they're together anyway. Who cares if it's not in the way expected by others?

Ship: QPR Moxiety, romantic Loceit

TW: None that I can think of? Maybe a difficulty for people to understand QPRs and some confusion about aromantism.

WC: 3254

Patton glanced out of the window of his shop, to the flower shop across the street, trying to catch at least a glimpse at the owner of said shop - and sure enough, Virgil was there, smiling at a customer. Patton couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way to his lips, and he let out a giggle - a reaction seemingly very out of character for someone who looked like him, but really wasn’t, if you knew him well enough. Despite looking like a biker of sort, with his many many tattoos and piercings, and his destroy/punk rock kind of style, as well as his usually heavy makeup, Patton has always been a happy person, with a soft side for the people he held dear - like Virgil, for example.

The older man let out a content sigh before looking back at the tattoo design he had been working on these past few days - but it was never quite right. The tattoo was meant for Virgil, and it had to be perfect, a perfect design for the most perfect person in Patton’s world. Virgil had asked Patton to make him his tattoo, first tattoo - and how weird it felt, imagining Virgil with a tattoo made by him. Not bad! Just strange. Virgil with a tattoo was strange. But also, for everyone but the two of them, Virgil anywhere near Patton’s shop was strange - even simply Virgil around Patton was strange. Virgil was soft on the outside, and he liked pastel colors and black, wore a lot of dresses, always had hair clips, and dyed his hair in pastel colors, he liked to wear too big clothes, and a touch of make up, and he smiled slightly, a shy smile, always - even on bad days. Whereas Patton looked strong and threatening to most, Virgil looked quiet and fragile. The older man knew better though. He’d seen Virgil angry against people, he’d seen Virgil snap before - he’d seen the other break before, too. Neither of these were things he’d want to ever see again. While Patton looked mean and bad, but was actually soft and caring, Virgil looked soft and sweet, but was actually anxious and extremely cautious about other humans. Not many people were allowed near him, let alone near his heart - and Patton would never be grateful enough to be allowed this close.

It had taken a while though. Patton and Virgil knew each other since they were kids, but Patton was mostly friend with the twins, Virgil’s older brothers, Roman and Remus, at the time. Virgil was a couple of years younger, already rather shy, already with a rather big temper. Roman and Remus were Patton’s best friends at the time, and Patton spent a lot of time at their place - their parents were working a lot, but really sweet and caring. Patton’s parents were… not that nice - doing their best, but clearly had done well not to get any other kids. As they were halfway through middle school, Patton’s mom got a new job, on the other side of the state, and Patton’s family moved out to another city. And at first, Patton and the twins kept in touch, they did! But as time passed, Remus and Patton grew apart, and then Roman and Patton did too - that was just life. Patton kind of stopped thinking about it.

He went through the rest of middle school and then high school with a lot of difficulties - he wasn’t the smart teacher’s pet, nor the most popular amongst his fellow students, his parents were busy a lot. He grew up on his own, mostly, and in high school, he met one of his best friends, Logan. They kind of made their own group together, Logan being the one who introduced Patton to most of his now favourite bands. Logan was smart enough to get away with most things, and together, they had a lot of fun. It was with Logan that Patton discovered the art of tattoos, and with Logan that he had gone to study it. It was with Logan that he had created his shop. Patton was proud of this, and a couple of months after the opening, Logan had shyly introduced to Patton his new partner - Devyn. Logan had been really nervous about it for some reason, and Patton had reassured him quickly - and even become friends with Devyn. They didn’t always agree together, but Patton liked xem well, and he honestly had to admit, Logan and Devyn were lovely together.

About 6 months after opening the shop, Patton had noticed the shop across the street, which had been so far closed at all times, was being renovated. He wondered what it was going to become - and about 2 weeks after, he got his answer as a large sign was hung above the windows. A flower shop - Patton was sort of intrigued in all honesty. A few days after that, the store was opened, and when Patton got some time, he went in to greet the new person around. And meeting Virgil (again) had been… the strangest thing in Patton’s life. The man behind the counter was humming quietly as he was arranging flowers together, and Patton’s brain shut down a bit. Virgil looked like he came from some kind of fantastic land, almost fairy-like, with all the pastel colours, the number of jewels he was wearing, and the way he walked around. Virgil looked up at Patton and smiled, greeting him, and Patton almost lost his voice. It took him a minute before he managed to explain he was from the shop across the street, and that his name was Patton Hart, and-

“I used to know someone named like that., the other giggled, My name’s Virgil Kingsley. Nice to meet you!”

Patton blinked at the name - he knew that name. He observed Virgil before he realised. Virgil definitely looked like Roman and Remus.

“Do you have brothers?

- … Excuse me?, the other said, obviously confused.

- Sorry, hm- But, do you have brothers? Twins? Your brothers, if you have them, are they twins?

- I- Well, yeah, how-?, the other paused before his eyes widened, You are Roman and Remus’s old friend!

- Wow, that was definitely not how I expected to see you again. Actually, I didn’t think I would see you again - no offense, sorry.

- None taken, I didn’t think I’d see you again either. But yesterday I was looking at old pictures and, well, you were there - you changed.

- I guess so…, he said, looking at Virgil up and down before smiling, So did you. Last time I saw you, you wore nearly only black - and now, you’ve got plenty of colour, I see?

- Hah, well… Long story. Life happened. And, well, you wore so much color, I guess we traded then?

- Life happened, yeah. I don’t think the trade was bad though, colours suit you.

- Thanks. Black suits you too.”

They chatted together for a while, that day, before Patton headed back to his shop. It was nice - and they met up again the next day, and the one after, and the one after that too. They kept meeting for a while, always during lunch break though. It was nice - Patton felt happy around Virgil. Life happened - a year, two, three -, and after a while, Virgil nervously asked Patton if they could maybe meet up outside of working hours. Patton had obviously accepted, and they met at Virgil’s flat, which was right above the shop. The evening had been nice, they’d chatted, caught up more than usual, and in the end, Virgil had admitted he kind of wanted to trust Patton - and Patton knew how much it meant, he knew that meant Virgil liked him enough to want to try and trust him, he knew how hard it was to trust people when one has trust issues, and he knew that meant a lot. It meant the world to the older man at least - he promised Virgil he would do everything to never make him regret that decision. And the smile on Virgil’s face definitely made sure he’d keep his promise.

A lot of people asked about their relationship. Logan had been the first to call Virgil “Patton’s boyfriend”, which had unsettled Patton. They weren’t boyfriends, neither of them had asked the other out…? He had told that to Logan, which had looked a bit confused but had apologised - he had assumed, with how much time they spent together, but wouldn’t do it again. Some time later, Devyn had mentioned something about them acting like a married couple already despite only dating - Patton corrected xem as well, and xe had frowned slightly, apologising again, and glancing at Logan who had shaken his head. Patton had been really confused about this, and couldn’t get the thought out of his head. After several other people commented, but once he had corrected them, had been way less comprehensive as Logan and Devyn, and hadn’t apologised to him for assuming, Patton started to feel a bit upset. He had never really dated anyone before, never really thought about it - he didn’t know what it felt like, to be in love. He knew he loved Virgil - but he had no idea how, never really looked into it. He didn’t like the feeling of people assuming something or acting like they knew better than him. He felt uncomfortable about it. After a bit, he decided he should ask Virgil about it: the younger man seemed to have answers to everything, like some kind of magical being - and he had the ability to calm Patton down so easily.

“Hey, Veevee?, mumbled the older man that night, staring at the floor.

- What’s up Patt?, answered Virgil, observing him attentively.”

Patton had been relatively quiet that night, and he could feel his friend’s worry radiating off of him. He felt really bad about that - he didn’t mean to upset him. He sighed and shrugged slightly, hugging himself - he hadn’t really been up for hugs tonight, and Virgil had respected that, but a part of the older man had hoped that for once, the younger one had refused to listen. Patton wasn’t really sure what he wanted, honestly.

“People keep asking if we’re dating- No. They keep saying we are, and act like I’m stupid and don’t know something when I correct them - am I? Stupid, I mean. Did I just… not realise something?

- Oh, Patt, no-, Virgil started then sighed, shaking his head.”

The younger man scooted slightly closer and held out a hand for Patton to hold, not forcing the other to take it though. Patton didn’t take it, but he did shift to lay his head in Virgil’s lap. The other smiled softly and ran his fingers through Patton’s hair - that always made the other relax, and today was no exception. Patton was so grateful for this.

“You’re not stupid, Patt. You didn’t miss anything, I promise., Virgil said, looking at him with a fond look.

- Then… Why do people keep doing this…?

- Because they don’t understand this. They don’t understand us.”

Patton looked at him, and smiled slightly. He liked that answer. It felt better than him not understanding them. Virgil hummed softly.

“Do you know what aromantic means, Patt?, the younger man asked softly.”

Virgil was slightly hesitant, looking away - and Patton frowned slightly at that. Virgil wasn’t usually nervous around him, let alone anxious… He observed him for a bit, before shaking his head. Virgil glanced back at him and gulped. Patton reached out for Virgil’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the other man’s cheek bone in soothing motions. Anything to help Virgil feel more comfortable. The younger man leaned into the touch and seemed to relax slowly.

“Aromantism means a lack of romantic attraction., he muttered, eyes closed, voice shaking slightly, It means you don’t fall in love romantically with anyone.

- Oh., Patton whispered, watching the other with wide eyes.

- It’s a spectrum, too. Some people don’t feel any romantic attractions, some people feel some very rarely, some only when they know someone very well…

- Okay., Patton whispered, mostly to reassure Virgil that he was still there, still listening.”

Virgil sighed, pausing for a bit. Patton watched him, still brushing his thumb on the other man’s cheek bone, hoping it would help Virgil feel less anxious - it did seem to help a little. Virgil took a deep breath before nodding slightly.

“I’m somewhere on that spectrum., he whispered.

- Okay., Patton whispered back.

- … Okay…?, Virgil asked, a bit worried, looking back at the older man.

- Okay., the other repeated, nodding and smiling.”

They stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, before Virgil smiled slightly. It was a small smile, a relaxed smile, a calm smile. A loving smile. And Patton smiled back - because that was a smile he loved to see, really. They just stayed like that for a while, before it suddenly hit Patton.

“I think I am too…?, he said, looking kind of surprised at himself.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow, a bit confused as Patton sat up, his face litting up as realisation hit him.

“I- I mean, it’d make sense, right…? I never really fell in love, nor wanted to - never really thought about it either. I don’t even know what it feels like…? I’m not- I love you, but it’s not like what people say when they’re in love with someone, I just… I love you, but not romantically, and I’m kind of relieved but also not, and I don’t know, I-

- Patton, breathe., Virgil cut him off, taking his hands, Everything’s okay, take a deep breath.”

Patton stopped talking and took a deep breath, then another, following Virgil’s instructions and breathing pattern. After a few seconds, he was feeling calmer, and Virgil gave him a smile.

“Everything is okay. I love you too. Not in a romantic way either - but not as a friend either. Is that how you feel? Not something like romance, but not like friendship either? Different?

- Yeah!, Patton nodded.

- Okay. Glad the feeling is mutual. Do you want to put a label on it? On us?”

Patton had thought about it for a bit, before he had shrugged slightly, scooting back next to Virgil. He had put his head back into Virgil’s lap, looking at him.

“Could it have a name, a label?

- Yeah. If we want to.

- What would it be? It doesn’t have to have one, but if it had a label, what would it be? And then we can choose if we put a label on or not.”

Virgil smiled and chuckled, before humming.

“Sounds like a plan. Do you know what a Queer Platonic Relationship is?”

They had talked about it all night, looked at names, and labels, and more. Patton had never really looked into this, never really thought about it - he supported the LGBTQ+ community, because all people should have the same rights, but he had never thought about who were the people inside. Virgil seemed to know though, and Patton was amazed at Virgil’s knowledge. The younger man explained how Roman and Remus had introduced him to most terms, and how he had looked into it after that. Patton had kissed his cheek and told him how amazing he was - the other had blushed and giggled. That night had been a good night, and Patton was glad he had brought up the subject. It was better than bottling things and worried up. And when they had explained it to Logan and Devyn, the two others had smiled and nodded, and told them that they were happy as long as the two were happy.

Patton looked up as he heard the bell above the door chime, indicating someone had entered the shop. Sure enough, there was someone: his partner was there, smiling fondly, and carrying a large bouquet of flowers - better even, these were the ones Patton had been trying to draw for the past days. Virgil walked to him and kissed his cheek, and Patton smiled at him.

“What are you doing here, Vee?

- Came to see my favourite person in the world - he didn’t drop by at lunch, and I was getting worried you might’ve gotten lost., the other teased.

- I- Lunch?, Patton mumbled, glancing at the clock and gasping at the time, Oh! I’m so sorry Veevee, I forgot to check the time, I didn’t notice it was so late already!

- It’s okay Patt. Don’t worry., Virgil chuckled as he put the flowers in a vase and placed it in the window, out of anyone’s way, I saw you were working, I just wanted to remind you you deserved a break too.

- Thanks Vee.

- You’re welcome Patt.”

Patton looked at him then the flowers.

“What are the flowers for?

- Logan said you’ve been working on a drawing with these specific flowers lately, to no avail. I thought having a model could help. What are you working on?

- Oh- thanks., he smiled then looked back at the design and sighed, I’m trying to do your design. You know? But… It’s never good enough. Doesn’t feel like it.

- My…? Oh, Patt., Virgil giggled softly.”

The younger man wrapped his arms around Patton from behind, taking advantage of the older one being sitting - he’d never reach his neck otherwise -, and left a kiss on the other’s cheek.

“Don’t torment yourself over it, love. I know it’ll be perfect anyway - it’ll come from you.

- I know, but-

- And Patt, don’t think I didn’t notice that these…, he said, pointing to all the flowers on Patton’s sketchbook, These are all of our favourite flowers together. You’re so sappy.”

Patton turned bright red as Virgil giggled. The younger one hummed.

“I made them into an arrangement. The bouquet I brought you? I combined them so they’d look better together. Maybe that’s why you don’t quite like it?

- I, well… It’s going to be on you forever, and I’d really rather not mess it up, you know? What if it doesn’t fit?

- Hence why I made the arrangement, Patt. You can use it. Don’t worry, love, you’re a talented artist, and it will fit. I promise you, it’ll be perfect to me. You’re just letting your worry take over.”

Virgil ran his fingers through Patton’s hair, and Patton relaxed. He smiled.

“You’re right. Sorry-

- Don’t you dare apologise for being the sweetest person on earth, Patton Hart., Virgil joke-threatened, Nor for wanting to apologise.

- You know me too well, Virge.

- I know. I’m glad I do.”

Patton smiled at Virgil, and Virgil smiled back. He glanced back at the sketch of a design in front of him, then the bouquet Virgil had put next to the window, before humming.

“I’ll finish this this afternoon. How about lunch now? Together?, he whispered to his partner.

- Is this a date, mister Hart?, Virgil teased with a grin.

- Yep! I need to get a proper lunch with my partner.

- Then it would be my pleasure to provide this opportunity., the younger one giggled.”

Patton got up and went to warn Logan, who smiled and nodded, shooing them out. They went to a restaurant nearby they had wanted to try out, and it was nice. Patton looked at Virgil and smiled at him. He was oh so lucky to have him. He was happy now - and he didn’t need anyone’s opinion on what they had. They might be different from what was expected of them - but they were different together, and that was all that mattered.

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coffee-mugz · 4 years

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The Institution of C1-SAS || Chapter 2

Masterlist

Chapter 1

*unedited

The next few months and years flew by, and nothing happened that was of importance to Declyn. He was tested and yes, he was indeed a genius at his age, but that just created more work for him. However, that also meant he earned plenty of points, and he could be considered one of the most well-off children in the Institution.

He rarely, if at all, caused trouble for anybody. Other than his outburst from his first day, he was obedient, he didn't talk back, and he still kept his manners. Or course, he still glared every now and then, but he was quickly disciplined afterwards. It seems that the boy, who had turned 6 now, finally let the fact that his parents won't come back to bring him home sink in his mind.

His teachers were proud of him, that was good, but he still couldn't control any of his snakes. He could only summon and get rid of the snakes at will, and even then he would sometimes summon them by accident due to his short temper. They tried fixing his anger problems, but it only seemed to worsen it, and so they stopped.

Declyn couldn't feel any worse than he did now, however. He desperately needed something to take his anger out on. The best option was punching and throwing his pillow, but after ruining several and realizing pillows were quite expensive, he was forced to stop. The endless points he received from the constant praise of his teachers would be in vain if this continued.

Not to mention, he wasn't old enough to buy a punching bag. Instead, he just had to clench his fist and wait it out, wait until the anger dissipated enough for him to think clearly. They tried fixing this, even he tried to, but he didn't know why the anger continued to accumulate. He didn't know anything. He never had this much rage boiling inside of him, his parents were quick to resolve this...but he doesn't have parents now. Hell, he doesn't even have a friend.

He tried to talk to the people in District 2 and 3, but they ignored him. The only person he talked to was Lily and his teachers, but only sometimes. He waited and waited, but there was no other "prime subject" that appeared. There was no other person he could stick around with. He was the only one in that large district, so isolating it became unbearable at times. He hated this. Just being in his white room- which they haven't changed- only added fuel to the fire.

And then, a little spark of hope appeared in his eyes as the main door opened, and in came a young child. Declyn was sitting on the large couch, juice on the table with a chapter book in hand. The boy was probably around the age of 4, just as he was when he first arrived, and he seemed to carry that same hatred inside of him.

Declyn closed his book after leaving a snake patterned bookmark snug between the pages he was reading to examine his (hopefully) new friend.

He was tall, almost as tall as he was, probably weighed more than him as well, and clearly a boy. His hair was messed up, as if he didn't bother to brush it at all, and was a light brown in color. Just a few shades lighter than his own dark brown hair. There were a few natural waves in his hair, and his eyes were a stunning emerald green, although he could see a few streaks of red appear as he scrunched up his face.

The boy's skin was an olive color, looking warm to the touch. As his snake-like powers progressed, he seemed to find it harder to maintain his temperature at normal levels, and the rooms were always somewhat cold. He could only rely on heat pads that would sometimes burn him if they got too hot. That and they would cause him to overheat sometimes.

"Hey," Declyn said, a little startled as the kid swung his head around to meet eyes with him.

"Wh-Who…" the boy started to talk, but then turned his attention back to the door as he swung a fist at it. Declyn knew he couldn't be able to dent it- he already tried that. But to his surprise, the door not only cracked and bent, but a large, deep fist sized indentation could be seen.

"Bwing VeeVee back!" He yelled, hitting the door once again.

Declyn frowned, and clapped his hands. A large snake slithered from under the couch, and wrapped itself around the boy's body. He stumbled and almost fell, but he kept standing. He was shocked that this boy was able to break down the door so…easily.

"Don't punch the door down, it's colder outside." He shivered, as he held his arms close to his chest feeling a cold wisp of air meet his skin. The door was ruined enough that the cool air seeped through it anyways.

"T-They took VeeVee! I want B-VeeVee! I want RoRo!" The boy whined, rolling on the ground. He continued to throw this tantrum for 10 whole minutes, shaking the ground every time he jumped to the point Declyn couldn't get off the couch in fear that he would fall face-first on the ground. It got even worse until a man came barging in, angry.

"Stop it!" He growled at the boy, snapping.

"I-I want VeeVee!" He continued to whine, hitting the floor. Another dent, and another, and another.

"Fine! That child was going in here anyways. Guards!" He beckoned, and two guards dressed in all-black appeared behind him.

"Get the damn elemental brat here." The guards saluted, and left.

"And you, Remus. Deduction of 250 points. You get your 'VeeVee' back, are you happy now?" He scowled at him, crossing his arms. Declyn regained his balance, sitting up as he tried to focus on the situation. His snake that was supposed to keep Remus tied up has long disappeared, and this man must be this boy- Remus's- caretaker.

Of course, Declyn still doesn't have one as his current one is too scared to even come close to him.

"Wha 'bout RoRo?" He asked, as he stopped hitting the ground. He was calmer, thankfully.

"You don't get to see 'RoRo'. He can't be in this Institution. He's going to C2."

"I we-want RoRo!" He yelled, "RoRo!"

The man yanked Remus by the hair, pulling him up to his feet. Declyn narrowed his eyes into a glare, but the man didn't seem to notice.

"You…" He growled under his breath, before tossing Remus to the side, scowling at the boy with resentment in his eyes.

"You get 'VeeVee' and only 'VeeVee'! Unless you don't want him at all! If you whine one more time, we'll toss 'VeeVee' to the disposal room! And you'll never see him again!"

"No! No no NO!" Remus cried out, seemingly barely affected by the hair pulling.

"Then sit still and shut up! He'll be here in 10 minutes." With that, the man turned his heel and left, slamming the door closed. Declyn felt the cold air blast at him, and a cold chill ran up his spine.

There was an awkward silence between the two. One was still staring at the door from his place on the ground, tearing up, and the other was on the couch feeling the warmth in his body slip away.

"W-Who?" Remus asked, pointing a finger at Declyn. "You?"

Declyn paused, trying to ease his shivering, and responded. "Declyn. Who are you?"

"Me...I-I'm Remus. I ha-have...a bwother. RoRo." They boy spoke slowly, as if he was unsure of what to say, and he stuttered. A speech impediment? "And then...friend. VeeVee. He...they take him. Aw-Away."

Declyn stared at the boy with a blank face. He got up, running to his room, holding his arms close to his chest, as if he were trying to block the little heat he had left from leaving. Lily was on his desk, sunbathing. He wished he could do that, but he, along with everybody else, was prohibited from stepping outside of the institution.

Then, seeing his plain white blanket on his bed, grabbed it and wrapped himself tightly in a cocoon. He then walked back out to where the boy was- Remus- and sat down next to him.

"You're friends with...VeeVee?" He asked, tilting his head as Remus's expression lit up.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed, rubbing his eyes afterwards. He looked like he was about to cry before Declyn came back.

"Then," Declyn paused, hesitating. "Will you be...my friend, too?

"Yeah!" Remus replied, "W-We friends. We're, fr-friends. VeeVee ha-have new fre-friend now."

Declyn smiled, a very small smile. It was almost nonexistent, but he knew Remus saw it. Finally, a new friend. A new friend after 2 long years of waiting.

The two of them made their way to the white couch, taking a seat together. Declyn started feeling his body temperature increasing in the blanket, and snuggled into it even more. Then, a small poke to his side; the most sensitive part of his body.

Declyn flinched back, scaring Remus as he nearly fell off.

"Sorry, don't poke me there. That…" he looked at Remus's guilty expression. He looked like he knew what he did wrong.

"Here, it's cold outside." He opened up his cocoon, gesturing for Remus to come in. Remus blinked, then crawled over, jumping in. Remus was a bit confused, as it was pretty warm outside, but didn't question it.

When his arm touched Declyn's, Remus flinched again.

"C-Cold." He stuttered out, and Declyn shook his head.

"No, you're just really warm."

The two of them waited for the next arrival. The minutes felt short as Declyn leaned on Remus.

"How are you so warm?" He asked, as he tried to remember a time when he felt as warm as this. He didn't.

"I-I'm not...yo-you just c-cold." Remus shivered, feeling the cool skin press on his. He didn't hate it...it was actually quite soothing. He didn't know that he had a warmer body than others, to him everybody felt somewhat cooler, but this…

He felt another chill run up his spine as Declyn's finger poked his arm. This boy felt as if he were made of ice. It was almost as bad as the unbearably cold hallways. He didn't know how somebody could live like this.

"You're cold." Declyn stated.

"N-No. You-u cold." Remus said back.

"You're shivering. Like I did. So you're cold." Declyn was tempted to run back out of his warm cocoon to get one of his heat pads, but stopped as he heard the door click open. Well, it clicked now because it was broken. It used to be a silent door.

"VeeVee!" Remus yelled as Declyn turned his head.

What? He thought, staring at the boy who was placed down in front of the door.

He looks like a toddler...how old is he?

Indeed, the boy in front of the door him probably couldn't even stand. And he looked slightly more abnormal than the two of them.

The toddler was small, very small. He had a small tuft of black hair growing on his head, and his skin was incredibly pale.

He turned around, trying to find the source of the familiar voice who had called to him.

And his eyes were such an enchanting color...who knew dark purple eyes existed. Yes, this boy will definitely stick out in their group of 3.

"Re? Rem?" He called out, and then started crawling towards them. He can crawl already?

"VeeVee, I here!" Remus jumped out of the cocoon, and Declyn only continued to stare.

"Rem!" The toddler laughed, and then hobbled to his feet, stretching his arms up. What was he doing? Wait- he can stand?!

"Hey Remus, it's nice to see you again." And then another person walked into the room, pushing in a baby crib full with a large amount of baby...stuff.

"TalTal!"

Chapter 3

#virgil sanders #deceit sanders #thomas sanders #sympathetic remus #sympathetic deceit #remus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #sanders sides thomas #dark sides #gay couple #gay #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders

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winterknight1087 · 4 years

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Flower from the Fae (ch 8)

Chapter Title: The Proper Response Was to Laugh, Not Scold!

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: 1260

Chapter Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Sympathetic Remus, cursing, mention of a drunk, sword mention

Chapter Pairings: Minor Demus; Minor Sleep/Picani

AO3 Link My Writing

A/N: this is chapter 8, so read the first chapter here!

“So, let me get this straight,” Dee said, using his fork as if checking things off on some invisible list in front of him. “Some drunk guy came to rant on the hill you were stargazing from. He called you a peasant several times while pretending to be some pompous prince. Then, he essentially threw a gauntlet–or a glove in his case–at you, challenging you to a sword duel, which your dumb, gay ass decided to accept? AND you didn’t call us to pick your dumb ass up immediately afterward?”

Virgil felt like his face was on fire but nodded. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Have you lost your ever man-loving, gay-ass mind?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since it happened.”

“Remus, did you happen to escape Dee’s cuddles to pull some prank on VeeVee?” Emile asked.

“Mmmmmmmm” Remus hummed. “Nopity-nope. Too bland to be me. Plus, leave my precious serpentine love here freezing! Nopity-nope!”

“Rat man is right, it’s too vanilla for it to have been him. Plus, we’ve all been on the receiving side of Dee’s cuddles. Remus wouldn’t have been able to escape, even if he wanted to.” Remy stated.

“Yes, I am absolutely some touch-starved, cold-blooded snake that insists on always being given affection.” Dee sarcastically muttered.

“Glad you have finally admitted it, but we were not discussing your hunt for warmth. We’re discussing Virgil being a dummy.” Remy grinned at the unamused man.

“Guys, aren’t you all being a little harsh in this conversation with our young air-bender here?”

Dee and Remy glanced at each other before Dee said, “You be Sokka and I’ll be post-Western Air Temple Zuko?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Remy answered before looking back at Virgil.

“Oooooh, who am I?” Remus asked, happily.

“King Bumi” The two answered, without even glancing at the other.

“Uh, not what I meant?” Emile commented.

“Oh, hush, Uncle Iroh,” Dee said before he and Remy got started on roasting Virgil.

For his part, Virgil accepted the roasting, understanding that he kind of deserved it. Emile excused himself from the table for a few minutes before coming back with two small pieces of paper. He passed one to Remus, whispering something to him. Together, they shoved the pieces into their partner’s face.

“In the name of the Order of the White Lotus, we deem it our responsibility to take over the adult responsibilities of scolding the young avatar,” Emile announced, grinning.

“Did you really go and draw two Lotus flowers?” Remy asked.

“… maybe?”

Remy blinked as their internal “I Love Emile” alarm repeatedly went off. “Alright, fine. I’ll lay off the case, this time. Just because you’re cute.”

“Alright, guess it’s Uncle Iroh and King Bumi’s turn,” Virgil commented. “Let’s get this scolding over with.”

Emile shrugged. “Don’t get into a literal sword fight with some random person you think is drunk. Now, how about a nice cup of jasmine tea?”

“That’s it? Really?” Dee looked unimpressed.

“You and Sokka covered everything, so I’m now in search of a nice cup of jasmine tea and a game of Pai Sho.”

“So, anyone else has any sort of news?” Virgil asked, trying to turn attention away from him.

Remus giggled. “DeeDee’s heat arrived two days ago and he loves it more than me!”

Dee went bright red before stuttering out an “I do not.”

They finished breakfast shipping Dee with Remus and his new heat lamp and cracking jokes that at least it was better than accepting a midnight duel with a stranger. Once breakfast was over, the group went their separate ways. Remy and Emile dropped Virgil and his stuff off before heading home for their traditional weekend cartoon binge. For a moment, as he put away his telescope, Virgil imagined Dee kissing Remus then kissing his lamp, sending the man into a laughing fit.

He decided that he was going to try a do-over of a recharge day. Thankfully for him, the day went better than yesterday. The store that he got his greenhouse stuff from even called to let him know that they had a single hose in stock and were holding it for him. He got his greenhouse back in proper working order and that was great.

The cherry on top? When Virgil checked his mailbox, he found an official letter approving his request to transfer the Ixia from its current home into his greenhouse. Virgil filed it away with the other official acceptances, happy with how today went.

He went to bed and forced himself to get up early in order to head to the hill. Walking, Virgil decided that he wasn’t going to freak Lo and Pat out about the weird thing that had happened the night before. They seemed to like him well enough; he didn’t need them thinking that he had gone mad. He also didn’t need to tell it and have either of them giving him the same lecture that Dee and Remy gave him. Plus, after the roasting his friends gave him, he didn’t feel the story was as hilarious anymore.

Pat was already there softly singing to the flowers with a twittering bird chirping along. He smiled up at Virgil as the purple-haired man moved over but didn’t stop singing. Virgil didn’t know the song he was singing, but hummed along, which made the man smile brighter than the rising sun.

“That was so cool!” Patton squealed once he finished the song. “You have a really pretty voice, Anxie!”

“Nothing compared to yours,” Virgil answered, before realizing that he just said that aloud!

Patton blushed. “Thanks.”

“So, I finally heard back about the Ixia. The request was approved.” Virgil said, quickly.

“Oh! That’s… uh… great?”

Virgil looked over the other, who suddenly had lost the smile. “Pat, what’s wrong? Did you change your mind about having it moved?”

“No, no, it’s not that.” He answered.

Virgil sat and offered the other an arm, which Patton accepted for cuddles immediately. “Then, what’s up? I don’t want my bestest friendo upset.”

“It’s just silly, you don’t need to worry about it. It’s fine, really.”

“Pat,” Virgil said gently. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, but I can see that you’re upset about something.”

“I’m just worried that once you have the Ixia in your greenhouse, I won’t get to see you as much anymore,” Pat whispered.

“Oh… well, you can stop worrying about that, Pat. I tend to cling to the handful of friends I have.” Virgil grinned. “Or, realistically accept my fate as Dee’s cuddle buddy for however long he clings onto me.”

Pat giggled. “Can I ask something then?”

“What’s up?”

“Is Anx your real name? LoLo told Ro and me that was what you introduced yourself as, but it seems like an odd name.”

Virgil blinked, thinking back to the day he met Lo. “Huh, I don’t think I did ever say my name. It’s Virgil. Most people just call me Anx or a couple go with Vee, so I didn’t realize…”

“I like that name. I don’t think we gave you our full names either! Lo is Logan or to the meanies at his work call him Logic. I’m Patton!”

Virgil grinned as he stuck out his hand. “Well, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Patton. And a pleasure to become so close of friends that we only knew nicknames of each other before real names.”

Patton was giggling as he accepted the other’s hand. “And you thought we couldn’t become friends!”

“Glad I was wrong,” Virgil agreed, laughing.

Next Chapter

Taglist: @that-one-nb-kid, @hufflepuffxfox

#Flower from the Fae #sympathetic deceit #deceit #sympathetic remus #remus #sword #tw cursing #Sage writes

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Eeveelution Comic Chapter One: A Tale of Two Eevees

Latias: Here we are!

Welcome to the first all-pokemon owned PokeMart! *gestures widely to an empty building*

*shows shot of eeveelutions looking in excitement/awe/skepticism/whatever*

Latias: (narrating) Look at their faces. If only I had managed to snap a picture of this exact moment.

Vaporeon: With that tree nearby, I’ll bet I could climb right into the window on the second floor. That one with the crooked blinds?

Latias:This is Vaporeon. She’s probably the sassiest of the bunch, and the one who helps keep things organized.

Jolteon: You probably wouldn’t even need the tree, sis, you climb like an ambipom.

Latias: This is Jolteon. He’d like to fool you into thinking that he’s the charisma, but he’s actually just a big goof. That said, he actually does have good people skills when he puts his mind to it.

Flareon: I’ll bet we can have this place all fixed up and ready to go in a week!

Latias: Flareon is the driving force and the passion of the group. She also is very loud and has the patients of your average Primape.

Latias: The utilities have already been turned on. The downstairs is the shop area, and the upstairs has 3 bedrooms and one bathroom. It would be tight living but—

Vee: *hugs Latias* Thank you so much, Miss Latias! It’s perfect!

Eve: Yes, it’s beautiful! Thank you so much for donating to our cause!

Latias: Happy to help! This is Eevee and…well, Eevee. In all honesty, I’m not too sure what they bring to the group, or what role they play, but they’re really cute!

And I’m Latias, you probably guessed. I’m a pokemon photographer—that is to say, I photograph pokemon in their day-to-day lives and blog about it. It started as a hobby, but my work has gotten me somewhat famous. Of course, my brother and I being a part of a legendary family, it’s not too hard to get noticed. Anyway I stumbled across the Eeveelution’s goal on social media. They had posted an ad asking people to donate to their goal of starting the region’s first pokemon-owned PokeMart. I’m not actually sure how they all met, but hardly anyone had donated to their cause yet.

Latias: So I decided to give them the leg-up that they needed. *handing an envelope to Vaporeon* Here’s a few giftcards and a bit of loose cash; they should have enough on them to give you a good start on fixing up the building, stocking it, and carrying you guys over until you’re able to start selling. Being a legendary has it’s perks, and I figure it’s only fair if we share our fortune with others.

Vaporeon: Thank you so much!

Latias: *getting into her car* I’d love to stay, but I’ve got somewhere I need to be. But you kids call me if you need anything, okay?

Eeveelutions: *saying goodbye*

Latias: Of course, money was only the first obstacle to overcome. For the most part, they’d have to figure the rest out for themselves.

Flareon: Alright then! You heard the lady, lets head to the hardware store!

Jolteon: Yeah, good idea. And get what exactly? We still haven’t even looked inside.

Vee: I wanna pick out which room is gonna be my room! And we should bring our luggage in!

Eve: She said there’s only three rooms…

Vaporeon: If this is gonna be a store, shouldn’t we start thinking about putting in some-I dunno-shelves maybe?

Latias: *during a shot of eeveelutions arguing/discussing* Differences are good, but they also mean that everyone has a different idea of what’s important.

Vaporeon: Alright, listen, we’ll look around inside then Flareon and Eevee can go to the hardware store and pick out what tools and things we’ll need, I can measure and figure out what sizes of shelves we’ll need and help Jolteon and Eevee clean the place up.

Vee: But sis I wanna go with you!

Eve: I’d actually like to stay here and help clean, if that’s alright.

Vaporeon: …that’s what I said…

Jolteon: *poses* Good idea. This is why you’re the brains and I’m the good looks, sister. (Vaporeon, offscreen: Don’t do that)

Flareon: *all motivational-like* Then let’s get to it already!

*Shows several shots of the Eeveelutions cleaning, the shop area looking nicer and nicer, in between each shot, there’s a scene involving Eevee and Eevee confusion.*

Vaporeon: *Calling from somewhere up high* Hey, Eevee! I dropped my painbrush; can you get it for me.

Both Eevees: Sure! *both bend down to pick up paintbrush and bonk heads*

Vaporeon: --!

Jolteon: We’re gonna need aprons. What color do you think looks best on me Eevee? ~* Azure or Sapphire?

Eve: Azure!

Vee: Sapphire!

Eevees: *look at each other*

Eve: Sapphire!

Vee: Azure!

Jolteon: …

Flareon: Eevee, could you get me a coffee? Extra hot like I like it!

Eve: *from one side* Of course

Vee: *from the other side* On it sis!

Flareon: *holding 2 coffees and looking all “…”*

Vaporeon: *to Jolteon and Flareon as Eve and Vee are painting a wall together and giggling/chatting in the background* Alright, I didn’t want to be the one to say it, but we have to do something about Eevee and Eevee’s names.

Flareon: *handing Vaporeon her extra coffee* Here, this has cooled down a bit now.

Jolteon: Yeah, you’re probably right. We can’t just call them both “Eevee”; it’s too confusing. On that note: does Azure or Sapphire look better on me?

Flareon: Neither.

Vaporeon: Both.

Jolteon: C’mon guys…

Flareon: But seriously, it’s not like we can just rename them! They…should know who we’re talking to, right? Like if we look at them when we’re talking or—

Vaporeon: Eevee, can you come here please?

Both Eevees: Sure!/Ok! *both eevees walk over*

Vaporeon: *looks at Flareon like “see?”*

Flareon: Ok, so maybe we should think of nicknames.

Eve: We were actually thinking the same thing.

Vee: Yeah, like I still don’t know if you were calling me or Eevee over.

Jolteon: Well, Eevee is your sister, Flareon. We could call her “Flareon’s Eevee”.

Vee: Ehhhhhhhh…

Flareon: No.

Vaporeon: Eevee likes fancy dresses! We could call her “Fancy Eevee”

Eve: But Eevee likes fancy dresses too…

Flareon: What about just “Eevee 1” and “Eevee 2”?

Everyone: …..

Flareon: Yeah, I realized that was a bad idea as soon as I said it… I’m brainstorming ok!?

Eve: *stomach growls loudly* *blushes*

Vee: *giggles* Well, I can’t think on an empty stomach! Let’s go pick up some sandwiches from that cute little deli we saw on the way over here!

Flareon: *hands Vee some money* You’re always hungry, Eevee… Here, pick one up for me; you know what I like.

Vaporeon: Yeah, no need for us all to go; but could you pick me up a sandwich too? I like veggie sandwiches.

Jolteon: *winks* I’d love to escort you lovely ladies, but I have a feeling I’ll be needed h—

Vaporeon: *elbows Jolteon in the gut*

Jolteon: --oof! …turkey sandwich.

Eevees: Ok! We’ll be right back!

- - -

*on the way back from the deli, carrying bags with Psyduck on them.*

Vee: *holding half-eaten sandwich* Veevee, Wevee, Xs-eevee, Yevee, and Zevee…ok, so that was the whole alphabet. We can’t just replace the first E in Eevee and do it that way.

Eve: Some of those turned out sounding a little…odd.

Vee: But there’s not much we can do with “Eevee” is there…?

Eve: Hmm… Eevee…

Vee: E e v e e…

Eve: Ee v ee

Vee: EEVee…

Eve: EeVEE…

Vee: EeVEE..?

Eve: EEVee?

Vee: *points at Eve* Eve…?

Eve: *points at Vee* …Vee?

Both: EVE VEE!!

- - -

*Jolteon headed upstairs, Vaporeon on her computer, and Flareon painting*

Jolteon: I’m gonna go check out the upstairs again.

Vaporeon: Don’t you dare go calling dibs on rooms yet; let’s just leave that tradition in our childhood, ok?

Flareon: Am I the only one who hasn’t given up on painting?!

Vaporeon: You’re the tallest, and I’m picking out shelves.

Eevees burst through the door, holding bags of sandwiches: Eve-Vee!!

Flareon and Vaporeon: …?

Vee: *shoves sandwich at Flareon*

Flareon: Did you make sure to get spicy s--?

Vee: Eve-Vee! Eve Vee!

Vaporeon: Can you stop just saying your own name? It’s kinda freaking me out.

Eve: No, no, what she means is we figured it out! We just split it! Eve…

Vee: VEE!!

Both: Eve-Vee!

Vaporeon: Hey, that’s cute!

Flareon: See, I told you it wasn’t going to be a proble—

Jolteon: *from upstairs* DIBS ON THE ROOM WITH THE 5 OUTLETS!

Vaporeon: Oh Arceus…

Flareon: *charging upstairs* OH NO YOU DON’T!! JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE AN ELECTRIC TYPE! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH POKEFLIX I WATCH!!

Latias: By the time I came to check on them that afternoon, the whole main shop was freshly painted, shelves had been picked out and ordered, and Jolteon and Flareon were both refusing to leave one of the upstairs rooms.

So like I said, they had a lot to work through together, but the whole point of funding this was to give them a chance to do it and make some memories along the way. After all, you’re only young once, and the sooner you can start working toward your dreams and figuring out who you are the better!

*shows snapshot of Eve and Vee* For Eevee and Eevee—or, Eve and Vee, as they decided to be called—today was a first big step in the ‘figuring out who you are’ bit. They had a long way to go, but they were well on their way and had some good support behind them. And if you have a good group of friends behind you, there’s almost nothing you can’t do.

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Flower from the Fae (ch 30)

Chapter Title: Gay Disaster is Totally a Medical Condition

Word Count: 2004

Chapter Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Sympathetic Remus (mentioned), weapon (sword)

Chapter Pairings: LAMP

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A/N: this is chapter 30, so read the first chapter here!

[Anx’sWitch]: hey lo, you available to talk? [sent at 1355]

[FairySweetCookies]: Is this an urgent request? If not, I am finishing up some work, but will be available in about half an hour. [sent at 1358]

[Anx’sWitch]: no, not urgent. Whenever ur done [sent at 1359]

[Anx’s Witch]: btw, Dee and Remy will be here with me. I’m currently not allowed breaks in their terrible witch-training plan. [sent at 1401]

Logan grinned at the phone before setting it aside. The idea of seeing Virgil made finishing up the report he was working on quite hard. They hadn’t seen him since the end of Samhain and have only heard from him over text in the past week. Remy had updated them that Virgil knew the full truth and was now training his magic before Virgil had sent an apology and explanation for his disappearance. Yes, seeing the anxious man will be nice.

While he would never admit it aloud, Logan rushed through the report. Without a doubt, there would be some minute mistake that he would notice later and curse himself for, but honestly, that report did not matter as much as the person he wanted to see. He gave it to Joan– who sensed Logan’s distraction and decided to give the report a once-over for him– before sprinting to their set of rooms and changing into something more acceptable than lounging clothes. Patton was in there reading something and Logan somehow managed to miss noticing him until he turned from his wardrobe, clutching a nicer shirt and pants.

“Dear Newton! Patton…When did you… I…” Logan adjusted his glasses. “I apologize, Patton. I did not realize you were here, otherwise, I would have said hello.”

Patton giggled. “You looked intent, so I wasn’t going to interrupt. What’s up, teach? You look more relieved than angry, meaning it isn’t a Roman-mess.”

“Virgil asked if I was available to talk,” Logan answered, feeling a small smile twitching his lips.

Patton jumped up, accidentally dumping his forgotten book on the ground. “Ohh! Do you think he’d mind if I came?”

“Well, he said that the sandman and shifter were with him, so I do not believe it to be too serious. We can always ask once we see him or actually…”

He pulled out the phone and sent the question to the anxious man. The response of ‘of course pat can come, ro too if he isn’t grounded’ came fairly quickly. Logan relayed the answer to Patton who did a happy wiggle as he squealed excitedly.

Patton ran for his wardrobe and pulled out a cardigan, polo shirt, and some khakis. “If you’re getting dressed up, so will I! Do you think we should tell Roman?”

Logan considered it before sighing. “While I do not wish to disturb him, considering how long it took me to finally get him in a seat and working, I think it would be wrong not to at least inform him. We have all been very concerned over Virgil’s well-being, so it would be unfair to Roman if we didn’t inform him and bring him along.”

Once the two of them changed, they hurried off to Roman’s study where they could hear the prince singing along to musicals. Patton smiled as he opened the door to show Roman working at his desk, as he sang. They watched long enough to see him raise his pen to his mouth like a microphone, belting out his favorite line before putting the pen back to the paper. Logan managed to turn the music off before Roman noticed that he was no longer alone.

“Hey! I’m working, so you aren’t supposed to touch my music!”

“Lucky for you, something came up. Virgil wants to meet me and one thing led to another and he has no issue with Pat and you coming as well. Considering how worried all three of us have been about him, I’m willing to let my time getting you to work be wasted.” Logan answered.

Roman was instantly on his feet. “Let’s not keep our dark prince waiting any longer then!”

They arrived on the hill to find Virgil and Remy in a heated debate about something while a giant Burmese python curled around Virgil. Roman was already drawing his sword, screaming for Virgil to be careful. The two friends and snake seemed to be startled. The snake tightened itself around Virgil, who squeaked.

“Dee, release! Too tight.”

The snake shimmered and the human appeared, at least looking apologetic, despite being curled around his friend. “Sorry, Anx.”

“Uh huh, I’ll believe that as much as I believe you’re a cuddler.”

“Take that back!” Dee did scramble away, bright red.

“Bitch, you are! Just accept that we know this and move on!”

Virgil stood up and moved over to the red fairy, who was still holding his sword, confused. “You know, I’m fairly sure it goes against the code of chivalry to chop down an unsuspecting opponent. At least tell me to stretch my head out a bit more for you to chop off.”

“You… snake… danger? No… danger?” Roman was blinking wildly.

“No danger. Now put your giant knife away before you hurt someone.”

“VeeVee!” Patton screamed suddenly before throwing himself at the anxious man.

Lucky for Virgil, he had gotten used to Patton’s greetings so easily caught the fairy and hugged back, laughing. “Good to see you too, Pat.”

“We were so worried! Then Lo told us that Remy told him that you were missing and that only worried us more but you’re alright!”

“Yeah,” Virgil now looked a bit awkward as he shrugged. “I got blindsided a bit too much. I just needed fresh air and time to think away from everything. But I’m back and fine. Got everything worked through for the most part. Now I’m suffering from these two trying to teach me a lifetime of information in a month.”

Logan stepped forward and set a hand on the human’s shoulder. “Still, it’s good to see you are safe and sound, Virgil.”

“You are dating Patton, so I know you know how to hug.”

Logan’s face felt hot, but he smiled and pulled the anxious man into a hug. He stepped back and noticed Roman pouting, slightly. Virgil didn’t even turn around before reminding Roman that his sword was still out. Roman glanced at it and easily sheathed it. Once it was out of the way, Virgil moved over and pulled the pouting prince into a hug.

“So, what is it you wished to discuss, Virgil?” Logan asked once they had all sat down.

“Before Anx agrees to your little witch-deal, Emile, Remus, Remy, and I will look over the deal to make sure that our best friend is safe,” Dee stated. “If not, he is not joining some shady deal with you three.”

Logan blinked, processing what he said. “Wait, so you want to draft a deal, Virgil? Does this mean you want to…”

“Yes, I do, but as I am apparently a completely oblivious idiot, I agreed that my friends could look it over and tell me if it’s alright or not.”

“So, either you agree to let us take part in the creation of this deal or his answer is no.” Dee insisted.

“And, of course, we understand that princey over there will have to have his people look it over as well,” Remy answered. “It’ll probably take 5ever, but still.”

Logan glanced at his partners. “I have no issue with this. Do either of you?”

“Nope!”

“For our dark knight here, I’m willing to wait for however long that process takes.”

“Cool, so do you want to start discussing the basics now or later?” Remy asked.

“I can pop back to the castle and pick up the basic deal to start with and we can alter as needed.” Logan offered.

Remy nodded. “Sounds good. While we do this, Vee, you are to memories the next passage.”

Logan grinned as the anxious man flopped onto the ground, groaning. “Can’t I take a break?”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine. But I’m allowed to talk.”

“Ooooh, what are you studying, VeeVee?” Patton asked, squirming closer.

Virgil rubbed his eye. “Some cleansing spell.”

Logan glanced at Remy. “Already? You told me that he’s only been properly studying magic for roughly a week. He should still be on meditation and learning the uses of a witch’s tool bag.”

“Yeah, well, he has also managed to cast magic on his own already, so we had to give and start spell work, so he knows how to actually control his magic, over random bursts.”

Logan glanced over his partners and Virgil. “I think I will also grab some of the beginner magic training resources. I will return shortly.”

Virgil jumped as Logan vanished. Come on you idiot, get used to seeing this stuff!

“Virgil, take a deep breath,” Remy stated, gently.

The man did so before picking the book back up. “Anyways…”

“Are you alright?” Patton looked over him worriedly.

Virgil didn’t even consider lying. “I am emotionally exhausted, but I have decided to ride through this entire situation dealing with it so that when I am finally fully rested, I will be desensitized to it all. It’ll be fine.”

Patton immediately gave him a serious look, which unsettled the anxious man. “Virgil, emotional exhaustion is not something to dismiss so… lightly!”

“We aren’t, Patton.” Remy sighed. “We’ve kept an eye on him. Unfortunately, this is an unavoidable stress, so we’ve made sure he’s at least taking care of himself physically.”

“And there’s a psychologist keeping an eye on him as well,” Dee muttered.

Patton didn’t look happy about this. “Virgil, can I do at least a basic check-up on you?”

“What are you, some kind of doctor?” Dee sneered.

“Yes, I am. I am the head medic of the emergency care unit in our realm.” Patton’s voice held so much certainty and authority that Dee might as well have just been slapped by the fairy before Patton looked back at Virgil. “May I, Vee?”

Virgil meekly nodded as his brain once again started the gay panic alarm. He froze up but let the intent fairy do what he wanted. Remy could almost swear that they heard the alarm running through Virgil’s head. They rolled their eyes, glancing at Dee, who still looked a bit thrown. Why am I friends with these idiots?

Logan reappeared as Patton checked Virgil’s pulse, for the third time. Logan blinked at the scene before him, seeing Pat with two figures against the human’s neck and an eye on his watch. He looked around only to find Roman sharpening his sword while Dee and Remy were discussing some science project Emile and Remus were working on together.

“I don’t understand,” Patton finally muttered. “Why is your pulse so rapid?”

“Hey, wings, have you heard of a gay panic?” Dee called over. “Yeah, he is probably close to combusting if you keep touching him.”

Virgil went bright red and buried his face into the ground. Patton gave a soft ‘oh’ before nodding and sitting back. Roman and Remy lost it and were practically rolling around, laughing. Logan heard a mumble from Virgil, but he couldn’t make it out.

“Oh, LoLo! You’re back!” Patton announced, trying to save Vee some embarrassment. “What’s up? You look bamboozled!”

Logan awkwardly cleared his throat. “It was just odd not being the one forced to undergo one of your exams.”

“Well, if you nerds actually took care of yourselves, Patty-Cake wouldn’t have to go into medic mode!” Roman answered, grinning.

“Thank you for your observation, Roman.” Logan deadpanned, before turning to the sandman, who was slightly less intimidating than the shifter. “I have the stuff. Ready?”

“Sure, let’s get this over with,” Dee commented. “Oh, and Anx, don’t think you’re getting out of being made fun of for being such a gay disaster!”

Logan couldn’t help the grin as he heard a muffled “I hate you both.”

“Love you too, gay disaster,” Dee answered, grinning.

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Taglist: @that-one-nb-kid, @hufflepuffxfox

#Flower from the Fae #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #deceit #tw weapon #Sage writes

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winterknight1087 · 4 years

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Flower from the Fae (ch 11)

Chapter Title: Let's Talk About Virgil's Dates

Word Count: 1917

Chapter Warnings: cursing, Sympathetic Deceit, Sympathetic Remus, intrusion into another character’s memories

Chapter Pairings: Minor Sleep/Picani, Minor Demus

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A/N: this is chapter 11, so read the first chapter here!

“Hey, Remy,” Dee said, not bothering to knock on the other’s door, as he walked in. “We need to talk. It’s import… what are you doing?”

Remy didn’t look up from the mixture of herbs and sand they were working with. “What does it look like? I’m trying to make my sand more potent. What’s up with you, gurl?”

“The guys Vee’s been on about,” Dee answered.

That caught Remy’s attention. “What about them? Is Vee in trouble?”

Dee answered by pulling a picture up on his phone to show the other. “You could say that.”

Remy set aside the vial before they accepted the phone and looked over the image. It was three men talking at a table. To a normal person, there was nothing more to it. To Remy? They could see the magic hiding giant shimmering wings behind the three beings. They could see the small tendrils of magic leaking off of the three beings.

“Fairies,” Remy stated, looking up at Dee.

Dee nodded, uncomfortably. “And from what we overheard, Vee’s managed to get himself not three regular fairies. Recognize the middle one?”

Remy looked again, before blinking. “That’s Prince Roman. Virgil went on a date with the Prince of the Fae and his boyfriends. Damn it, Vee, how do you do these things you do! Before Virgil got there, did you hear anything about why they’re after Virgil?”

“No, the other two seemed to be fairly smitten with him. Once Vee arrived though, he did rat the prince out about fighting him. The prince went as far as to beg him not to tell what he confided in him. A slightly more important point is that they know his name.”

Remy ran a hand through their hair. “Wait, there isn’t a fairy circle in town though? It shouldn’t be possible for three fairies to go this far from a fairy circle.”

In response, Dee pulled a single mushroom from his pocket. “Apparently, there is. I didn’t stick around to investigate as Virgil was watching us, looking a bit angry. My guess is that there may be one that was paved over. Those damn mushrooms just resist death.”

Remy stared at the stupid mushroom. “Do you think they have him caught in any of their magic?”

Dee thought carefully before answering. “While they do know his name, I don’t think they’ve cast magic on him. The prince had actually begged Virgil not to talk about their meeting with the other two, which he wouldn’t have to do if he had Virgil trapped in their magic. Plus, Virgil isn’t even susceptible to your sleep sand, which is one of the most powerful kinds of magic.”

“I wouldn’t say that about this waste of sand. The stuff is useless on the two beings who actually need it in this town.” Remy glared at the sand they were working with. “What good is a sandman who can’t even get sleep for themselves?”

“Tell you what, you take the snakeskin, cold blood, and whatever else comes with being a shifter and I’ll take being the sleepless sandman. We’re not talking about our own issues; we’re discussing our best friend who has somehow gotten himself into the middle of Fae issues. If his dumb, oblivious ass hasn’t caught on to the fact you are a sandman and I’m a shapeshifter, he without a doubt hasn’t realized that he’s flirting with a bunch of fairies.”

“Please, bitch. I’ve been stressing over that idiot for years, even before I came to know of my abilities.” Remy sighed before pinching their eyes. “Alright, give me the rundown. We can try to figure out just how far in the hole Virgil has gotten himself.”

Dee explained everything to Remy. They started scribbling notes down, tracking just how far the fairies had tricked their friend. Yet, none of this helped ease their worry as there was just so little of the normal interactions between humans and the fae showing from Virgil and these three fairies. After a couple of hours of work, all they had to show were two papers of possible things that even Dee felt were a stretch.

Knock. Knock. “Howdy, y’all. Uh, VeeVee is here. He’s already spotted Remus, so knows that you are here as well, Dee. He wants to… talk with us.”

“Emile, real quick, come here,” Remy said.

Emile raised an eyebrow before entering the room. He didn’t like this room in the slightest, and Remy knew that. Magic, in general, made the poor doctor uncomfortable, but he loved his partner too much to hide from it. Emile could ignore the magic for Remy, he just couldn’t hide from it. Remy shut the door behind Emile, whispering a soft apology.

“Alright, did you tell him, Dee?”

“No.”

Emile looked between the two of them. “Tell me what?”

Dee sighed. “Virgil’s dates are fae, and the brown-haired one? He’s the prince.”

“But Virgil somehow has yet to learn of…” Emile waved at the sand on the table, “this.”

“And I think all of us would prefer that he stays in the dark about it, much like I would have preferred you to as well. We need to figure out just how much influence they have over him. You’re probably the best bet at getting him to talk.”

Unfortunately for them, Virgil was not happy and willing to go searching for them. He threw open the door, startling the three. He started chewing them out for not even warning him that they had decided to spy on his date. Remus appeared at some point, but he was silent and had his head lowered, probably having already gotten a bit of a lecture from the man. Any thought of them getting information out of the angry man was lost.

The only person not being (completely) scolded was Remy, unfortunately for them, that meant they were on Remus watch. Remy wanted to point out that this was a lot of anger for one date, but Virgil didn’t give them the chance. He reminded them, before Remy could say anything, that this was about the sixth or seventh date at least one of them have spied on (and possibly ruined for him).

After what Remy would have deemed 5ever, Virgil’s voice finally started to crack. With a soft but sincere apology, Emile managed to convince him to get a drink. Virgil followed Emile out of the room, leaving the other three. Dee waved at where the man had been exasperated. What was that!

“Considering it’s not too long since you showed up, I think he’s still quite a bit embarrassed?” Remy offered.

Dee rolled his eyes as he scribbled ‘angrier’ on their list of possible influences. “Sure, I’ll believe that once we get him out of those pests’ grasp.”

Remy sighed. “I’ll do my thing and see what I can find tonight. I don’t like digging through memories, especially memories of friends, but he’s never going to tell us.”

And that was how Remy found themselves creepily standing over their sleeping friend at four in the morning. Virgil isn’t even fully asleep! Remy noticed his phone still on, playing some video, which meant he fell asleep not too long ago.

What am I even doing! Remy wanted to scream, but they knew they needed to be sure that those fairies weren’t hurting their friend. Virgil was a skilled natural witch, but natural witches don’t need to know about the supernatural world to become skilled. They could happily live their lives in ignorance, thinking they were just naturally good at some skills. Remy didn’t want to cause their friend any more stress or worry about having to worry about some boogie man in the night…

Remy barely cut off a scream of frustration, realizing that this time, they were Virgil’s boogie man. They sighed before they locked the phone and plugged it in. They tucked the barely sleeping one in before carefully touching his forehead. They concentrated on only memories of the three fairies, not wanting to intrude more than they already were. After a moment, Remy was relieved to find that there was only one memory where they felt the touches of magic.

The prince had raised his hand at Virgil, telling him to begone. He then looked at his hand in shock. The magic didn’t work on Virgil. With that fact sitting in their brain, Remy let out a breath of relief. Even without a name, the prince should have been able to plant a simple thought into Virgil’s mind. That was basic magic, used to keep their perpetual existence as secret. If the Fae Prince couldn’t force Virgil into doing something with his magic, there wasn’t much of a chance the other two could.

As Remy pulled away, a different memory threw itself at them, demanding to be seen. The black-haired fairy was sitting next to Virgil as they watched some video. Remy heard a whisper about fairies from the phone. They looked at the fairy’s face and saw the disbelief on his face. Virgil commented something about a fairy fact from the video being ridiculous, whereas the sandman and the fairy in the memory knew the fact was true.

Good, he’s just as oblivious with them as he is with us.

“Remy? Wha-“ a sleep-muddled voice cut through Remy’s thoughts.

Panic ran through the sandman as they threw a handful of sand into the air, desperately hoping that it would make the sleeping one think it was still part of his dream. “Bitch, you are waking up. Stop that and come hang out with us! Remus is even an actual rat!”

“Mhhm?” the half-asleep man hummed but he didn’t open his eyes and quickly fell back into the first stage of sleep, much to the sandman’s relief.

Time to get out of here!

Dee was pacing in his living room when the sandman appeared in a swirl of sand. “So? What did you find?”

“Magic doesn’t work on him. The prince was the only one to try, and he was just trying to get Vee to go away. Also, found out that even these fairies think he’s oblivious, which makes them relatable bitches in my book.”

“The idiot hasn’t even noticed his own abilities in herbal magic. What made you think he would recognize a couple of fairies?”

“The fact the Prince was in full fae mode?”

Dee groaned. “He really is oblivious. Anyways, what are we going to do about this situation?”

Remy slumped onto the couch, feeling their magic returning to them as people started to wake up. “Honestly? I’m not sure. From the sound of it, they are going out of their way to not show they are fae to him. Maybe we should just keep an eye on him?”

“I guess that’s the best we got…”

A loud crash shot through the house, cutting him off. Remy let out a breath, only to see a bright yellow snake on the carpet where Dee had been. They paused before just losing themselves to laughter. After the stress and worry of the past night, seeing Dee startled into shifting was apparently the funniest thing to the sandman.

Remus appeared, already apologizing about something but cut off seeing the coiled snake in his living room. He let out a squeal before grabbing Dee and curling up with the snake on the couch. The snake’s tongue poked out and touched the other’s cheek before cuddling in closer to his husband.

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Flower from the Fae (ch 38)

Chapter Title: Everyone is Grumpy, What Else is New?

Word Count: 2097

Chapter Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Sympathetic Remus, cursing, poison mention, weapons mention

Chapter Pairings: LAMP, Demus, Sleep/Picani

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A/N: this is chapter 38, so read the first chapter here!

“HOW DOES IT GLOW! VIRGIL, DID YOU POISON MY HUSBAND? IF YOU DID, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!”

Virgil was laughing as he turned off the UV light. “Come on, Dee. I told you I found the perfect hair dye for Remus and you didn’t expect it to glow? Did you not even glance at the bottle of hair dye to see it said ‘glows under UV light’?”

“EVEN HIS MUSTACHE IS GLOWING TOXIC GREEN!”

Remus cackled. “Well, I love it!”

“I am curious why you didn’t tell us about this yesterday when you were dying his hair,” Emile said, smiling at the cackling man.

Virgil lost the grin. “It wasn’t a good time? Heck, even now is still bad as we literally got together to discuss plans and whatnot, but I also wanted to show Remus the extra part.”

“Sometimes, I think you understand me more than this snake boy.” Remus giggled, hugging Dee. “Not only did you accept my challenge of green hair but made it even better! Now to find me one of these light thingies!”

Virgil offered the little flashlight to Remus. “Here, you can take mine. I have a regular keychain flashlight anyways.”

Remus took it. “Are you sure?”

“Just accept it, Remus. I don’t need a UV light anymore.”

“Why did you need one in the first place?” Emile asked, curiously.

“Spilled a potion and became so paranoid that I bought it to make sure that I had fully cleaned it up. To which both Dee and Remy called me an idiot and handed me a gallon of bleach, insisting that would cause stuff not to be harmful, which I disagree with as some things can make bleach more powerful and then the matter would be worse and…”

“Virgil, take a breath.”

“I still hate this plan.” Dee spat, looking over the papers the group was discussing.

“Hate it all you want, so long as it keeps you and Virgil safe…” Remy sighed.

“I still wish you’d go with them, Remy. Your post is fairly large. Surely you can go hide somewhere…” Emile started.

“Nope, we spent hours arguing about this last night. I’m not going through that again, Em.” Remy sighed before flipping one of the pages. “For now, we need to see if Vee can use the circles on his own. Then Dee and Vee make a temporary deal where Dee agrees to act as his familiar. And after that… well… I guess it’ll be goodbye.”

“If those pests found us somewhere to go,” Dee muttered, mentally hoping that they didn’t.

“The Prince of the Fae not being able to find a safe place for his partner? Yeah, I wish you luck with that one, Dee.”

“Hey, shut it, Sand Bitch.” Dee snapped. “All of this… is shit. Sure, send Virgil halfway across the country. He and that damn fairy got themselves into this mess. If you’re going to stay here, I don’t see why I can’t as well. It’s complete shit that this dumbass gets himself into trouble and I have to go down with him.”

“Dee.”

“Not only that but I have to trust that those damn pests are actually willing to help. This is complete shit and-“

“DEE.” Remy’s voice instantly silenced the upset man. “Look, I know it’s a mess, but it’s no one’s fault. What we are doing is ensuring that you guys don’t get hurt. You agreed that this was the best course of action. If you have any other ideas, please share them. We need to work fast as we don’t know when or what that bastard has planned. If your murder map is anything to go by, this hunter knows what they are doing. You and I have known the risks of being who we are. We can’t help it. This is one of those times, where we just have to work fast and hope. It is not forever.”

“Rich coming from the being who isn’t leaving, because they are so-called safe.”

“Dee, I’m sorry.” Remy sighed. “Virgil, when are the fairies coming to test your stuff?”

“I…uhh… in about an hour?”

Emile sighed. “You two should start heading over then.”

“Probably for the best.” Remy agreed, standing up. “You ready, Virge?”

“Mrrrph.”

“Gala, your name isn’t Virge. It’s Galaxy. I was speaking to your human.”

She gave a yawn before digging her claws into her human’s shoulder. “Mrrrrph.”

Virgil rolled his eyes at his cat as he stood up. “I mean, I have less say in any of this than Dee, so do I really get to say in if I’m ready or not?”

“OK, please, no more of this,” Emile asked, upset. “None of us are happy with this decision, but it’s been agreed on by everyone, so can we please?”

No, I didn’t agree, you all just decided on what was best and are making me follow your decision. Virgil managed to bite his tongue though, knowing they were trying to act in his best interest. He just led Remy out into the garage and climbed into the passenger's seat of their car. Remy noted that Vee wanted to spit and rave about all of this but was keeping it to himself. They drove down the street, silently, wondering where they wanted to begin.

“Virgil, I am sorry about all of this. I swore to you that I would keep you safe and I… I just keep messing up.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Remy.” He stated, watching the passing trees. “Like Dee so kindly reminded me, it’s me and Logan’s fault for this mess. You all should just save yourselves the trouble and just tell me to get lost. It’d save you a lot of suffering because of my own incompetence and inability to do one single thing without messing another thing up.”

“Virgil, don’t say that. You are an amazing individual who has suffered through the bad hand you were dealt. Sure, you’ve made some mistakes, but who hasn’t? Mistakes are just a part of life. Those mistakes do not define you. And what are you talking about, not being able to do a single good thing? You have a certain kitten on your shoulder who you literally hand-feed and cared for until she could do so herself.”

“Sounds fake, but whatever. I’m not really in the mood for this, Remy. Let’s just get to the hill and get this over with. Sooner you lot can get rid of me, the less you have to worry about my mistakes.”

“Virge…”

The purple-haired man turned his body so he was facing the door window. Remy was sure that it was uncomfortable, but they understood the meaning. They tiredly sighed as they continued on. Maybe his partners can help him.

As they pulled up to the bottom of the hill, they couldn’t help but weakly chuckle to themselves. “I can’t believe how much has changed since I told you about the weird flower I found up there. I know you’ve gone through a lot the past couple of months, but you’ve also seemed the happiest since meeting that fairy.”

Virgil paused before climbing out of the car. Remy sighed but followed him up the hill. They took a seat inside the fairy circle. Gala happily started to prowl through the grass. She brought her human all sorts of things, trying to find one that would make him smile. So far, no stick, leaf, or weed interested him. Bugs made her human scream before throwing her gift away as far as he could, which was rude, he could just give it back!

“Greetings, fair beings!”

“Roman, if you do not return home this instant!”

“Oh come away from your ring of toadstools, Lo.”

“I think your cuties just arrived, Vee.”

Remy and Virgil watched as the prince and his advisor argued before Patton stepped in. “This is getting us nowhere, you guys. Lo, RoRo isn’t going to return. He’s a bit too stubborn to do so and he’s already here. Maybe we can just move on?”

“Actually, I agree with Logan on this. The Prince of the Fae shouldn’t be here when there’s a high chance of a hunter coming.” Remy said. “But I see your point, sunshine. How about this: Nerd, you said you were skilled in protecting your prince. He agrees to stick with you and he can stay.”

“No. His Highness is to return to the palace, where he is properly protected.” Logan commanded.

“I’m not afraid of some old Dragon Witch, Lo. Lay off. I’ve got my swords. Pat has his whip thing. You have weapons upon weapons on your person that I’m not even sure what you have anymore. I’ll be fine.”

“Hey, VeeVee!” Patton announced, trying to outmatch his partners in loudness. “How are you!”

“Worse than earlier,” Virgil stated, standing up. “Let’s just get this over with. Then you two can stop arguing.”

The partners noticed the comment. “Virgil, if you are…”

“No, this has to happen for any of the plans in place to work. Let’s just get this over.”

I am so going to regret this, Logan sighed. “Roman, I swear upon my wings…”

Roman understood the branch Logan was offering him. “Alright, Lo. Compromise for our beloved dark Knightmare over here.”

“Patton, head over to the restaurant,” Logan ordered.

Patton saluted him, offering a small grin. “You got it, Teach!”

With that, the fairy vanished, leaving a confused Remy, looking over the remaining three. “What’s that about?”

“Patton is acting as a familiar energy source that Virgil can reach out and find. It’s essentially a fall back option along with reappearing in the palace.” Logan looked over his anxious partner. “Are you sure you’re up for this, Virgil?”

No. “Let’s just do this, already.”

“Alright,” Logan sighed before softly instructing Virgil on what was about to happen.

After a few minutes, Logan finally nodded as he stepped back, giving the witch some room. Virgil took a deep breath, concentrating on what he was about to do. With a final breath, he stepped forward as time seemed to slow down, crawling past.

Remy suddenly found themselves being thrown back. They saw tiny Gala hissing, with bright glowing eyes, as a bright purple wall slowly sprouted between Virgil and the rest of them. As the wall grew, a blinding light shot down. Remy’s eyes struggled to close as the lightning struck the hill, but the wall blocked most of the light. It didn’t stop the roar that ripped through the air, shaking their bones, as the earth beneath them growled in response.

Then, as suddenly as time seemed to slow, it jolted back into proper motion. Remy’s body still vibrated from the thunder, but as Gala’s wall vanished, their eyes were drawn to where their best friend had been. All that was left, was a smoking patch of burnt grass.

“Get off me, Specs!”

“Oh, yeah. Hold on.”

Remy was only vaguely aware of the movement from their side as Logan stopped shielding Roman and stood up. Their eyes were busy following the small lines of smoke floating up. They could hear movement and a couple of little sounds from Gala, but that didn’t match the warning bells in Remy’s head. Where is Virgil?

“What. The. Heckety. Heck. Was. That.” Roman demanded, before noticing the patch. “Wait! Where… No! I’m coming for you, Emo Knightmare!”

“Roman!” Logan’s shout didn’t stop the prince from vanishing. “Damn it, Roman! We were supposed to wait here for confirmation!”

Remy finally managed to knock themselves out of their daze. Logan’s words took a moment to process, and they heard him sprouting more, but they could only focus on so much after nearly being struck by freaking lightning! Still, they yanked out their phone and called Virgil. Nothing. Called Emile. Nothing. Dee. Nothing. Remus… Nothing.

“No dice from anyone.”

Their body was trembling, but they forced themselves to stand up and inch over to the black ground. The magic flowing through the very air around the spot was overwhelming. Remy became lightheaded as they moved closer, almost drunk on the feeling of that extraordinary power. Logan cut off in time to rush forward and yank the sand being back.

“Don’t. We don’t know what happened or if something will happen if someone touches such violent remains of pure magic.”

Remy shook their head, trying to clear it. “It doesn’t have the same feel of Virgil’s magic. Whatever just happened, someone has bigger plans.”

“Someone always has bigger plans. Particularly for your group of misfits.”

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Flower from the Fae (ch 12)

Chapter Title: An Invite and a Cat

Word Count: 1709

Chapter Warnings: cat/dog fight, dog nips but doesn’t actually bite, implied cat death off-screen

Chapter Pairings: Logan/Patton/Virgil

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A/N: this is chapter 12, so read the first chapter here!

“Happy first day of Fall, Vee!” Patton squealed, stomach side up so that he could stare into the sky while mindlessly weaving a flower crown together.

Virgil smiled at him. “Happy fall to you as well, Pat.”

He took a seat next to the advisor, who glanced up to smile at him before going back into his book. Virgil couldn’t help but think about how amazing this past month has been with Pat, Lo, and even the indirect contact with Ro. Virgil wasn’t sure what they were, but he was happy with it.

“So, what’s new today, kiddo?” Pat asked, flipping so that he was facing Virgil and Logan, but continued to work on a flower crown.

Virgil groaned. “Remy is already starting to try and rope me into planning for their Halloween party.”

“Aww, do you not like Halloween?” Pat asked.

“I love Halloween. Creepy decorations, pretending not to be a sentient ball of anxiety, all of it. I just don’t like having to socialize at some dumb party with people who act all snobbish, knowing that I work with plants rather than people. Especially a huge party that Remy plans. Those usually involve the entire town, too much alcohol, and I usually just end up in a corner, nursing my single drink for a couple hours until Remy is dealing with a drunk Remus and I can make my escape for the night.”

“I’m sorry, kiddo. I get the awkwardness of it, if not the full experience. We deal with more formal dinner parties because of RoRo.”

Virgil paused before, hesitantly, asking. “Would you guys like to come? With me? I’m sure you and Roman would enjoy the games. There probably isn’t much that you’d like though, Lo. Actually, forget it. It’s a dumb idea.”

Logan shut his book, giving up on the pretense that he was reading (how could he when there were two really cute and interesting beings in front of him?) “Contrary, there may not be a major singular thing I might enjoy, but sending time with three people who mean the world to me?”

Patton raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re already planning strategies on how to beat RoRo at whatever games there will be, aren’t you, Logan?”

Logan went a bit pink which caused Virgil to laugh. “Glad to hear that the nerd has a competitive streak. That was a bit too sweet without having been an unconscious admission for Logan.”

Logan went a bit redder. “I do mean it, though.”

Patton smiled at him. “We know, Logan. You show your love through non-verbal means. It’s just you don’t usually admit something like that aloud unless you were thinking out loud or covering a more selfish reason. It’s OK, we still love you lots, LoLo!”

Logan buried his head into his hands before his muffled voice said, “I love you too.”

“So, does that mean… Did you…” Virgil wasn’t sure what all this added up to.

Thankfully, Patton understand his confusion. “While we should probably ask Ro whether he would like to or not, Lo and I would love to go with you!”

“Awesome! I mean, yeah, that’s cool…” Virgil’s heart was racing.

Pat grinned at him. “Unfortunately for you, though, that does mean you are a little more invested in helping your friend plan this party.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just going to be on decorations…”

“Mrrrraaaaaaaw!”

Before the three of them could react, a black and white cat appeared with the yippy dog that has been terrorizing Virgil for months snarling and trying to bite it. Virgil was on his feet and grabbing a stick before the dog could get more than two nips in. He swatted at the dog, trying to give the cat a second to run.

“DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY PRECIOUS LITTLE SNICKERDOODLE!” a voice shouted at him as he managed to get the stick in the dog’s mouth.

The cat shot towards Logan (not noticing another being in that direction) before the dog managed to get the stick out of its mouth and started after the cat again. A hand grabbed the end of the stick Virgil was using and ripped it out of his hand. He spun and saw that woman again.

“How dare you try and hurt my little baby! I’ll have the police on you this time, you hooligan!”

“Your dog is trying to eat that cat! I was keeping the dog from it. Get your priorities straight, lady!”

“My little Bonbon was attacked by that menace! Sweet Noodles would never attack anyone without cause!”

“This arguing is not productive in the current situation, as both the cat and dog are now out of sight.” Logan’s voice cut off the woman.

She turned, probably about to give him his own rant, but stopped short. Almost as if some switch had flipped, she started giving what she probably thought was a cute little giggle as she ran a hand through her hair. Virgil pretended to gag at how quickly she went from angry to flirty. Logan barely kept himself from grinning in agreement. She even tried to (flirtingly) touch his arm. He took a step back and she made a little pouting face she probably thought was attractive. Roman is going to have a blast when he hears about this, Logan thought sourly.

“Oh, hello there, handsome. Didn’t see you there.” She insistently stuck out her hand, offering it to Logan, as if she expected him to kiss it and declare his undying love for her (Logan really needs to stop spending so much time listening to Roman’s fantasies). “I haven’t seen you around before. I’m Karen Smith, and you are?”

What is it with humans these days, just offering their full names to anyone? Logan couldn’t help but think as he (finally) smiled at her. “Well, Karen Smith, I’m not interested, and you should probably go find your dog. Now, run along.”

Woah, Lo’s eyes flash like that when hit by the sun? Virgil’s gay brain wondered as Logan’s eyes flashed with magic.

The woman blinked in confusion before walking off in the direction of her yippy dog. Virgil didn’t have time to notice her lack of argument as he recovered from his blinded gay heart. Unfortunately, though, they heard a heartbreaking cat cry that suddenly cut off. Virgil’s heart skipped a beat hearing it, now desperately thinking that if he’d just done something more…

“Vile woman,” Logan stated. “I don’t even want to think about what she has taught that poor creature that it became so entitled…”

“Logan…” Pat said, giving the other a hard look. You just cast magic in front of Virgil!

Logan shrugged before glancing at the third who looked close to an anxiety attack. He’s oblivious, he wouldn’t have noticed. “Virgil, can you breathe with me?”

He brought the anxious man away from the attack, gently reminding him that he tried, which was more than most people would have done. It hurt Logan to see that a thing like this could give such a sweet being terrible anxiety. He kind of wished that he had just sunk the random woman into the Netherlands between the Land of the Fae and the human realm, rather than just a minor curse. At least she’ll enjoy spilling her secrets rather than screaming at other people, he thought.

Trying to relieve some of the bad energy around them, Patton asked. “So, which of those names do you think the puppy’s name was? He looks like a Noodles.”

Virgil focused on the question rather than his own spirling thoughts. “Honestly, I have never heard that woman use the same name twice for the dog, so, I’m not even sure she knows what she named it.”

Before Patton could reply with a joke or something, he heard a soft noise that shouldn’t have been there. “Hey, uh, guys? Do you hear those little squeaks?”

The other two glanced at each other before the three of them were looking around for the source. It took them a moment before finding it: a tiny black fuzzball. Logan barely managed to pick it up before Patton could. His heartbeat picked up as he picked out the tiny ears, nose, and mouth. The cat had been running with her kitten…

“Look at it!” Patton squealed under his breath. “It’s so tiny! LoLo, can we…”

“You are allergic to cats, Patton.”

“I only get a bit of sniffles! Come on Lo!”

“We also don’t have time for tending to a cat.”

Virgil reached out and gently took it from Logan. “If Patton is allergic to cats, it’s probably best I take it. I can take it to the vet, see what we can do for it.”

“It’s not that bad!”

Virgil felt the tiny thing shaking in his hand. He pulled it close to his chest and the kitten snuggled closer to him. He realized that the poor thing was freezing. Carefully, he pulled off his hoodie and wrapped the kitten in the warm cloth. It snuggled in deeper before settling down.

“A kitten that small needs a lot of attention. You should head back to town and get it to the vet soon.” Logan stated, watching the other.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’ll head back now. I’ll let you know how it all goes. See you guys later.”

After making sure that the kitten wouldn’t accidentally slip out somewhere, Virgil cradled the little bundle and started his walk back. Pat and Lo could hear him softly talking to the kitten as if his voice would keep the tiny being calm. With the kitten distraction gone, Patton decided to reprimand Logan.

“Alright, I get it, Patton. Yes, she threw her name at me. Yes, I used magic in front of the guy we agreed we weren’t going to tell. She was annoying and Virgil has told me several things about her, so I do not feel any regret regarding a curse that will eventually teach her to shut her mouth. It wasn’t even anything major. Virgil also didn’t mention it, so he probably didn’t even notice it anyway.”

Pat let a small grin appear. “He really is oblivious, sometimes. Let’s head home. I doubt VeeVee will be coming back today.”

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