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Fairest of Them All

Pairings; (Implied) Prinxiety 

Warning: Crying, having bad thoughts, Remus, self-punishment, hurt/comfort, Roman angst, capslock, movie death mentioned (let me know if I missed anything)

Author’s Note: The saga of me making Roman every Disney princess continues! This one is a bit different because I am not actually putting the Sanders Sides characters in the Snow White story, you’ll see what I mean in a second. I hope you enjoy it. All feedback is appreciated. 

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Roman likes fairytales. 

What’s not to like about them? They have princes, ballads, and the occasional dragon witch. The characters go on these amazing journeys where they can see beautiful places, wear beautiful outfits and meet beautiful people.

Best of all, they always had happy endings.

Roman loves happy endings. Happy endings mean that everyone is safe and happy. Where people fall in love. 

Where the prince’s efforts paid off. Where his family shows they care about him. Where no one thought he was evil. 

Roman wanted a happy ending. 

The happy ending where he would be told he did the right thing. The happy ending where he saved the day. The happy ending where he was Thomas’ hero again. 

But that did not seem likely.  

Not after the wedding, not after the argument, not after the whole “Janus” fiasco. 

Not after Janus confirming his worst fear. 

As Roman paced around his room, he knew he had to face the facts. There was no way he was Thomas’ hero now. 

Janus’ nod felt like a death sentence. The last thing he saw before his head would be chopped off while the crowd cheers for his death. Unwanted and rejected. 

And now there was nothing he could do. 

Well, not exactly. 

There was a lot he could do. He could ignore everyone and pretend that everything is okay. Continue to be himself. Not likely, as proven earlier when he tried practicing fake smiling in the mirror but only led to him breaking down. So that idea was out. 

He could yell at everyone, telling them what he really feels, especially to Janus. Terrible idea, as the events of today, have shown him. 

Option three is to answer Patton’s request to talk. Even though Patton had stopped knocking, Roman knew he was still standing behind the door.  Roman could see his shoes under the door. He knew Patton would listen to him, let him rant, and give him advice. He might even apologize. It seemed like the best option.

But he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to listen to Patton now. He didn’t want to even get close to the door.

He wants to be angry. He wants to throw something. He wants to open the door just to slam it in Patton’s face. He wanted to be the villain they all thought he was.

The only thing he could compel himself to do was lay on the floor and cry. Cry until he could never cry again. He knew it wasn’t good for him...or maybe it was, he can’t remember Logan's lecture about cry at this moment. 

He couldn’t really think about anything, his head was too loud but all he could hear was static.. He felt like that would go on forever before his thoughts were interrupted by the soft melody of ‘One Song’. 

Roman looks over to see his Snow White music box. He silently watches Snow White and the Prince dance as the melody plays. He is not sure what activated the music but he appreciates it nonetheless. 

 As the song continues, Roman takes deep breathes, calming himself down. He manages to sit up all the way by the end. His breathing is finally back to normal and the tears seemed to stop. 

What did Logan say about distraction? That sometimes it was the healthy thing to do? God, that movie session seemed so long. He is going to miss those, now that everything’s different. 

Maybe watching Snow White would make him feel better. He could have a snack and cuddle with his stuffed animals while ignoring his feelings. 

There was only one problem, he would have to leave his room. Everything, including Thomas’ Snow White DVD, was in the living room/kitchen. He already promised himself that he wasn’t going to leave his room so that idea was thrown out the window. 

Before that thought could worsen his mood more, a bright light and the sound of a door being open caught his attention. 

The Imagination. 

Roman took a few moments to just stare at the bright white light. It practically begged him to come in and play. 

“Huh, that might not be a bad idea.” Roman thought to himself. He could make his own Snow White and having to focus to keep the world together would be an even better distraction. 

Roman pushes himself off the floor and he walks through. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath as the blank white world fills with the scenery of the classic Disney film. 

He looks down to see he is wearing gray, faded ratty pants with different patches sewn into the pants leg. He turns to the window next to him to see he has an equally ratty shirt on. 

Huh, guess he is being Snow White. 

He didn’t intend to do that but there was no going back now. Not when he put so much effort into this already. Well, the imagination did anyway. It did that sometimes, give him what he wanted. Like it had a mind of its own. Like a friend he could always rely on.

He gives himself another once over before snapping a small navy blue bow clip in his hair. Details matter!

(It’s not technically accurate to the original, but he never really could stand to have a headband on for long.)

He checks over the castle, making sure every brick is as accurate to the movie as possible. He does the Evil Queen’s room last. He makes sure to get every spellbook and every vial.    

Now it was time for the evil Queen. 

But first, he had to take a moment to admire his work. Yeah, that’s the only reason. 

So he stared for an agonizing long time, until his eyes started to gloss over.

Roman sighs and rubs his face, he couldn’t put it off anymore. His mind immediately wanted to make Janus the Evil Queen but a sharp pain of guilt in his stomach made him stop. 

He knew that would be mean and vindictive. If someone walked in, they would tell him he was wrong, again. He is not sure he could handle that. 

That meant Remus was out too. Better to be safe than sorry. 

Any image of Patton flashed through his mind, but not Patton dressed in his normal attire. No, Patton dressed as the Evil Queen. 

Roman is nearly knocked over by the thought. He covers his mouth to suppress the sob that seems to come out of nowhere. 

“I thought I was done crying,” Roman thinks bitterly. 

Evil. Evil! EVIL! That was a thought only an evil person would have. To make Patton the villain, kind, sweet Patton just because he was mad at him. 

Maybe he was evil. 

He deserved to be punished. That’s what all villains deserved. 

He summons the Dragon-Witch to play the Evil Queen. This had to be the simplest choice. Why didn’t he think of this first?

Oh right, because he is a bad person. 

The Dragon Witch snarls at him, “With your father gone, I know have to run this Kingdom alone. You will no longer sit around. You will cook, clean, carry your weight around here.”

Roman silently nods. 

“You may be a prince but you are not my son.” Roman didn’t know why that stung so much. 

The dragon witch shoves a mop into Roman’s arms which Roman accepted without question. He stays silent as he heads out into the hall and begins to mop. 

He finds himself smiling. “This is perfect actually. Cleaning is good AND distracting. And, and it’s a punishment! This is perfect.”

Roman looks out the window and sees the wishing well. It was one of his favorite Disney songs. 

But…

Roman shook his head, he felt as though he didn’t deserve it. 

He would clean until he tires himself out and just ends the scene here. 

That, he felt, was good.

~

Remus, like any of the sides, was a fan of Disney. He loved all the hidden adult jokes and his absolute favorite movie was Tarzan with all its violence and that ending…

You know with the bad guy hanging around! Haha!

Remus had himself a good chuckle before checking over the scene in front of him. He seems Roman scrubbing the balcony of Snow White’s Castle as the Dragon Witch watches him disapprovingly. 

“Huh, This is...different,” Remus thought.

In the past, whenever Roman put himself into stories, especially Disney ones, he was the “brave and wonderful” prince, and Remus played the “vile and evil” villain. So to see Roman as the damsel was odd. 

That was the only thing off. He didn’t care that Roman never asked him to play anymore. 

It was out of character, he wasn’t actually concerned. 

He was just going to mess with Roman, that’s why he moved closer. That was the only reason. 

Turning himself into a dark black raven, Remus flies down and sits on the very wishing well that Roman was staring at, moments ago. 

He sits on the end of the wishing well and spots the Dragon Witch watching Roman in the window, she has a disapproving scowl on her face. Roman continues to clean the courtyard stairs though there is something very very off. 

Why wasn’t he singing?

Roman, Mister Disney extraordinaire and number one anti-remakes, was always faithful to the original, though he would make always make it gay. 

“It doesn’t count,” Roman would always argue, “I’m gay, Thomas is gay, we’re all gay, we don’t kiss girls”

Remus had seen this movie, as had every one of Thomas’ side, about a million times. The birds were in position but Roman was not singing. In fact, Roman starts to clean away from the wishing well. 

Well, that can’t be right. 

Remus observes Roman for almost half an hour before deciding that Roman has no intention to continue the story. 

“How boring!” Remus thinks, “What kind of story is ‘boy who cleans all day’? There’s no heart, no blood, no creativity! This will not do, no, no. Guess I have to make it fun.”

Remus flies swiftly by Roman, who barely even glances at him.  

He just continues to clean, clean, and clean. 

Just clean, clean, and clean...

~

Virgil drapes his left leg over the armrest closest to the kitchen and his right leg rests on the top of it. His head was just under the other couch’s arm. His right arm lays lazily over his chest as he holds his phone close to his neck while his left hand dangled near his bag of chips on the ground. 

Thomas was having a lazy day. It had been a few days since Lee and Mary Lee had visited and while an outsider might think things were all good now, Virgil knew better. Just because one good thing happened, doesn’t mean all the shitty other problems would magically go away. His job would be so much better if it did. 

A blind man could see how tense everyone was. Thomas was going through a lot and they all felt the effects of it. 

He honestly didn’t know what he specifically should be stressing about, there was that much stuff going on right now. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to pick because it was simply picked for him. One moment he was staring at the ceiling and the next moment, Remus is floating over him, smirking evilly. 

Virgil definitely DID NOT squeal as tumbled off the couch. That definitely DID NOT happen. 

Remus bursts into laughter as Virgil huffed and stood up. “Ohohohoho, how that never gets old.” 

Virgil rolls his eyes, “Yeah, great, hilarious. Are you done?”

“Not quite! I have so much more up my sleeve!” Remus announces as he pulls out a dead rat from his right sleeve. 

Virgil only blinked at him, too used to seeing things like this. “Okay, now are you done? I have a whole lot of nothing to be doing right now.”

“Actually, in a minute, you will have a whole lot of something to do.” 

Virgil audibly groans and pushes himself off of the couch, “Are you kidding me, Remus? What did you do now? This is possibly the worst time for you to do something to Thomas!” Virgil began to pace around the room sporadically. He opens and closes his fist as he does, trying to ground himself. 

He was so focused on that, that he didn’t notice that Remus wasn’t reacting to him at all. In fact, he was so still that he almost faded into the background. 

Once Virgil does realize, he stops and turns to Remus, “What? Why are you staring at me?”

“I’m waiting for you to shut up.” 

Virgil was so shocked by what Remus said that he could not stop his jaw dropping in shock. Remus decided that this was a victory and to continue, 

“Look, a little bird told me, before I ate it of course, that Roman is acting strange in the imagination.”

“Strange?”

“Strange and unusual! Unfortunately, it is not the good kind. He is not even doing his boring work for Thomas and I know that is all you guys care about.” Remus says as he smirks, clearly trying to taunt Virgil. 

“Hey, that’s not true–”

“Oh? Then prove it. Go to him. See what’s wrong.” Virgil’s eyes widen as he hears the shift in Remus’ tone. There was none of his usual teasing, no chuckling, nothing.  

He truly never thought he would ever see Remus be serious. 

Virgil takes a deep breath, “I’ll go. Lead the way.” 

“Wonderful!” Remus shouts as his only warning before grabbing Virgil’s arm and sinking out of the living room. 

~

Popping into imagination, Virgil hesitated to open his eyes. Was the imagination in shambles? Or fire? Were there monsters everywhere?! 

Virgil quickly snapped his eyes open and looked around. The first thing he noticed was how normal everything looked. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing and he could see unicorns running in the distance. 

Virgil briefly wondered that maybe Remus was just trying to get him out of the living room so that he could have the couch for himself, but she dismissed that thought as soon as he had it. Remus would have just sat on top of him or thrown him off the couch. 

He turns to leave the imagination when a dark raven with bright green eyes flies in front of him. They silently stare at each other before the raven flies to his left. It pauses and turns back to Virgil, waiting for him to follow. 

Virgil rolls his eyes as he follows the bird. God, can this get any more dramatic?

~

Apparently, it can get more dramatic! In the form of a giant castle. 

It wasn’t like the giant castle Roman normally has in the imagination. For one thing, this castle was much more white than it did red, and there was no gold to be found. Second, this castle was on a cliff. Roman hated cliffs, he shared Patton’s fear of heights (though he would never admit it). Finally, the style of the castle did not match the rest of the imagination. It looked more like a giant painting that was plopped into the middle of the imagination by accident. 

The raven flew up and perches itself on the wall closest to Virgil. 

Virgil stares up at it, “You don’t expect me to climb this wall, do you?” The raven said nothing, only tilting its head. It blinks at Virgil for a few moments before screeching loudly. 

A bright green light circles around Virgil. He can feel his hoodie disappearing off of his body and being replaced by something a bit heavier. 

The light is so bright and intense that he is forced to shut his eyes. 

He has no idea how long he has had his eyes closed. He only opens them again when he feels a small weight on his right shoulder. He sees the raven perched there on his shiny new pauldron. 

Wait, what?

Virgil examines his new outfit. He is wearing shiny black boots that blended perfectly with his dark purple pants. He is also wearing a matching dark purple tunic, the sleeves of which are tucked into thick black gloves. 

The pauldron is attached to a brown leather strap that goes across his chest, under his left armpit, and across his back. To round out his outfit, a brown leather with a scabbard holding a rapier. 

“Isn’t this a bit much?” Virgil asks the raven. Its only reply is to fly back up to the spot it was in on the wall before Virgil’s transformation. 

“Yeah, this is Roman’s domain after all.” Virgil takes a deep breath, “Alright, let’s do this.” he says before grabbing the wall. 

Almost immediately, his arms began to burn as he pulls himself only a few feet off the ground. He definitely needed to exercise more. To think he had planned to spend today lounging around and snacking... 

How the hell am I going to climb this wall?

~

It took him 17 minutes to get up the wall, though it felt like hours. 

His arms are burning, he is covered in sweat and he is beyond frustrated. 

He is going to kill that bird. 

He sits next to the raven on the top of the wall and takes long and loud deep breaths. 

“You. Nearly. Killed. Me. With. That.” He growls between each gasp for breath. 

The raven did nothing but stare at him. 

Virgil hisses and swipes at the raven…which only leads to his falling forward and off the wall. 

He manages to turn himself fast enough that he falls onto his side instead of on his head, though the strap does dig into his side painfully. 

Virgil groans as he sits up, questioning all the decisions that have led him to this moment. He feels a presence approaching him. 

He looks up, expecting the raven again. Instead, he is face-to-face with Roman. 

Well, almost Roman. This Roman wasn’t wearing his usual outfit nor his usual boisterous simile. This Roman’s clothes were tattered, and he looked frightened. 

“Roman?” Virgil asks as he stands up, swiping the dirt off of him. 

Roman takes a step back from him as he exclaims, “Who are you and how do you know my name?!”

“What are you talking about? It’s me, Virgil. Why are you acting so weird? And what is this place? This isn’t your usual castle.”

Virgil takes another step towards Roman, his stomach dropping as Roman shrinks away from. 

This isn’t right, this isn’t Roman. Remus was right, there is something seriously wrong. Oh god, if Roman is like this, what could be happening to Thomas?!

Before Virgil could spiral any further, Roman continues, “Look, I don’t know why you are and how you know me but you need to leave before my stepmother notices you’re here. She hates intruders.”

Virgil can hear a record scratch in his brain. Stepmother? When have any of them had a stepmother? Thomas doesn’t even have a stepmother. 

Wait a minute. 

Stepmother, castle, cleaning. 

Virgil looks over Roman’s shoulder, seeing a very familiar long window.

“Ohhhh, are you doing some kind of scene? Is that what’s going on?” Virgil finds himself relaxing a bit. If it's a scene, then nothing is wrong. If it’s a scene, then Roman is okay. 

“A…scene…?” Roman says before suddenly freezing up. His outfit flickers from the tattered servant clothes to his normal outfit as he grips his head in pain. 

“Roman!” Virgil puts his hands on Roman’s shoulder, stopping the outfits from switching. Roman, back in his original outfit, lets go of his head. 

“Virgil?” He asks softly. 

“Hey, Ro. Mind telling me what is going on?”

Roman pauses and looks around, his expression is unreadable. He takes in the scene around him, and his eyes widen as he remembers. 

“Oh…oh no…Virgil…I made a huge mistake…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ve gotten lost in my head plenty of times before.” Virgil slightly chuckles “Thought, I will admit that this is much cooler than what my head gives me.” 

Roman blushes slightly, looking down at the ground as he spoke, “T-Thanks…but that’s not what I was talking about…”

“How about you tell me when we get back?”

Roman’s head shot up “Back…?” “Yeah, we can split some ice cream and vent,” Virgil extends his hand to him with his signature smirk on his face. “Come on, let’s go.” Roman stares at Virgil’s hand for a few tense moments before slowly moving his hand towards Virgil’s. Just before their hands make contact, a boom voice causes the both of them to jump. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

The dragon witch, in all her Evil Queen glory, flew down and land right behind Roman. The instant that her feet touched the ground, Roman froze. His outfit immediately changed back to the ragged one he had on previously and he shrinks away from Virgil. 

“Excuse me, but who are you?!” she snarls at him, “Get out of my castle immediately! Roman, how dare you not send this man away! You are such a failure. Absolutely useless.”

Roman shrinks in on himself, staring intently at the ground. Right, this was his punishment. He deserved this. He–

“Hey! You can’t talk to him like that!” 

Both Roman and the Dragon Queen’s eyes snapped towards Virgil. Even the dark green crow, who had made himself comfortable on a nearby tree branch, cocked its head to listen in.  

“Excuse me?” the dragon queen growled, “Do you know who I am?! I am the queen and this is my servant, I can say whatever I please to him!”

“Oh no, I’ve seen this movie about a million times, I know that he is the prince and the rags, the cleaning and everything is because you’re insecure about your looks!”

“How dare you--”

“Can it, lady! Roman is my boy--I mean one of my best friends! He’s passionate, hardworking and super kind. He never backs down from what he believes and also makes very good hot chocolate that is just prefect for a rain day! And he may be loud when he sings but his voice is so amazing that I don’t care! He is a great prince and a 1000% better rule of this place than you so you can get out and far away from him!”

And just like that, the dragon witch disappears. Along with the castle, the scenery, and everything else. Even Roman turns back to normal, relaxing the knot in Virgil’s stomach. He looks down, happy to see himself back in his normal hoodie. 

Strangely, as the imagination turned back into an empty white void, the dark green crow stayed. It was forced to fly when its branch, though it wasn’t annoyed. It flies over to Virgil, landing on his shoulder. 

“I think everything will be okay now, Remus.” VIrgil whispers. The crow doesn’t reply, only flying off and out of the imagination. Virgil watched it go with a smile before turning back to Roman. 

Roman was staring at Virgil in disbelief, as if he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Virgil started fidgeting with his hoodie string, embarrassment flooding him as he realizes that Roman definitely, without a doubt, absolutely heard every word he just said. 

“Oh god, this is awkward…so Ro--”

Virgil’s mouth slams shut as Roman pulls him into a hug, but quickly turns his mouth into a smile. 

Someone somewhere said something about how actions are better than words. A hug, a hug is good. 

~

They silently popped back into the living room, unable to look at one another. 

Virgil didn’t like this silence. It was so tense. He had to fix this. 

“Listen,” Virgil says as he rubs the back of his head, clearly nervous, “Thomas is heading to the mall now. It’s not a high-stakes adventure, but it’s out of the house.” Roman looked into Virgil’s eyes. There was no disappointment, there was no hate. In fact, they were filled with concern, hope, and maybe even...love? It was hard for Roman to believe that but the evidence was right in front of him. 

Roman smiles and nods “That sounds like fun.”

Little did Roman know that he not only would have fun, but it was the fairy tale story he was looking for.

~

I'M SO HAPPY TO BE BACK.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #prinxiety #sanders sides fanfic #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #ts remus

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Not saying I predicted this with my fanfiction, but I am saying it.

#lol #Not joking this has cured my writers block #Expect a fic soon #mario movie #mario au

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DantexLady Week Day 7: Sacred//Unholy

Author’s Note: I did it! I finished! Luckily before next year lol. If I learned anything from this, is that I need to prepare better. I hope you enjoyed!

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The Sparda blood was considered very precious in the demon world. Rumored that once you killed someone with it and absorbed their blood, you would have the power to rule the demon world. Sparda’s blood was a gift, a sacred treasure of the world. 

Though, most were divided on what to call the sons of Sparda. Formed from an unholy union between a human and the legendary knight. 

Was this a good thing since deals couldn’t reproduce? Was it a bad thing simply for being taboo? 

Though to most demons, the answers to those questions did not really matter. All they cared about was getting their hands on the blood, no matter the cost. 

~

To the people with the Sparda blood in them, it was just an annoying curse. Well for two out of three of them. 

To Vergil, it was power, to put it simply. Each fight reinforces the idea to him that his demon powers were merely just better than his human side. It gave him great pleasure to be praised by a god by humans.

Dante wanted to punch him in the face. 

Dante always found his brother’s attitude to be annoying and his thoughts to always miss the point. Sure, he can deny his human side all he wants but that doesn’t change the fact that he was just as much a target as he and Nero were. 

Nero. 

In Dante’s opinion, he had it the worse. Born solely to continue to the Sparda bloodline and still hunted, despite only having a quarter of Sparda’s blood. Cursed to Both of his parents abandoned him and Dante could tell it deeply affected Nero. 

He was the main reason he was hesitant to start a family. 

He knew that’s what Lady wanted if her not-so-subtle hints were anything you go by. Stopping to coo at babies in public, walking through the baby aisles, and talking about how quiet the shop is with just them in it. 

Oh, how to explain that he wanted a baby, that the idea of one excited him but also terrified him. Instead of imagining the sound of happy tiny feet stomping on the ground, he heard those same feet running for their life from a horde of demons wanting to kill them. 

He couldn’t force an innocent child to go through that. 

Not like him…

A slam to the back of the head woke him out of his thoughts. 

“Are you done sulking? You’re ruining my relaxation time?”

Dante scowls, “You are in my shop, Trish, reading one of my magazines, and drinking my beer!” he shouts as he attempts to snatch the beer bottle back. 

Trish easily moves it out of the way, forcing Dante to sit up straight. Dante rolls his eyes at her before sighing, “Whatever, just leave me alone Trish…”

“Jesus, what is up your ass?”

Dante glares at her, “Nothing…just…Lady wants to have a baby.”

“Congrats, you’re going to have sex!” Trish raises the bottle above her head and leans it slightly, as if she was clicking with someone invisible and nearly seven feet tall. 

“And then you wonder why I do not go to you for advice,” Dante says as he rolls his neck, cringing at how loud the cracking of it was, clearly showing that he’d been laying in that position for a while. 

“Alright, alright, serious time now,” Trish says as she makes her way over to his desk. 

“Didn’t think you knew the word,” Dante teases. 

“I can be serious when it’s important. It gives me the upper hand a lot of the time.” Trish says as she sits on the edge of his desk, crossing her arms and looking Dante in the eye. He could see that there wasn’t the mischievous glint in her eye that was always there. 

She really was being serious. That is quite frightening. 

She waves her hand, indicating that she wants him to keep talking. 

Dante silently debates with himself if he should really talk to Trish about this before saying, “I’m scared about what will happen if we do,” 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Trish paused before adding, “You know, other than the stuff that happens with pregnancy.”

“Same thing that always happens when a new member of the Sparda. A welcome basket of trauma and consistently getting attacked by demons. Possible dead parents, homelessness, and dealing with Vergil.” Dante rubs his eyes with his right hand as he waves his left hand, “You get what I mean?” “I mean, not really, nothing we can’t handle right?”

“We?”

“Yeah, we. You, me, Nero, Kyrie, Nico, and, of course, Lady. We’re always gonna lend a hand, just like we would in any other situation. You’re not alone anymore.” 

Dante opens and closes his mouth, trying to find a way to contradict what she was saying. 

As a child, Dante had nothing. His father and brother were gone and his mother was dead. 

As a child, Nero had nothing. His father abandoned him and his mother was dead. 

But this child…

This child wasn’t going to have that. This child would have the world’s greatest demon hunter and huntress as a mother and father. They would also have a protective big cousin as well as two kickass aunts who would die for them. 

Nico would probably build some kind of baby armor for the baby shower, giving Lady a heart attack. Nero and Kyrie would make amazing babysitters, and Nero would become like their big brother who would help Dante bully any potential partner. He imagined Trish spoiling them rotten and being the biggest sponsor of the eventual rebellion phase. 

He imagined how excited when he saw his kid hit every milestone or just eat their first slice of pizza. He imagined family cuddles, family movie nights, and family trips to the park. 

Family, family, and family. 

“Oh wow, I am such an idiot,” Dante says as he facepalms. 

“Yeah, but that’s one of the things that we like about you.” Trish teases, smiling the soft smile she only reserves for her family. Not that she would ever admit that. “Now go talk to your wife, okay?” 

“On it!” He shouted before running up the stairs. 

Trish checks her nails for a few moments, before muttering “5…4…3…2…1.” On one, she points towards the stairs where at the same time, Dante came back down. 

He was silent until the bottle and sheepishly says, “Probably should wait until she gets home.”

 “Yeah. Probably.”

~

Dante only had to wait a few hours until Lady made her return to Devil May Cry. Still, he did not wait patiently. He was so antsy that he managed to read through three magazines, polish his weapons and clean most of the floor. He was lounging in his chair, spinning himself every so often. 

He had never been so productive in his life. That was an exctiging feeling. He wondered if it would last. 

The second Lady walked into the building, Dante jumped out of his chair, so fast that it began to spin on its own. He threw himself at her and kissed her passionately. The kiss shocked Lady but she did not really mind. She loved it when her husband was romantic, especially so when he was being spontaneous. 

Dante pulls back and smiles at her, “Hey babe, how was your day?” Lady smiles back but raises an eyebrow at him, “Fine, can’t complain. How was yours?”

“It was good, great actually. In fact, I have something to tell you,” 

Lady’s smile drops and she asks, “What did you do?”

“Huh?”

“You said you have something to tell me and you cleaned up in here. So, what did you do and will it cost us money?”

“Don’t worry baby, I was a good boy today, but I’ll still let you punish–”

Lady raises her hand to stop him, “Just tell me what you have to say.”

Dante chuckles, “Sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I am in.”

“You’re in? In what?” 

Dante's smile widens, “In with this whole baby thing.” Lady’s jaw dropped, staring at Dante for a few moments before asking softly, “Do you mean that?” she slightly raised her voice as she continued, “Because if you’re just saying that or if this is a joke–”

Lady was cut off by Dante placing a finger onto her lips, “I mean it. I want to have a baby with you. I think we are ready to have one and I am very excited about that.”

Lady blushes the cute little pink color that Dante adores, “Y-You’re…you’re ready?’ Lady pauses for a few seconds before looking up and smiling, “I’m ready too.”

“Hell yeah!”  Dant shouts before scooping Lady up and spinning her around, making both of them laugh. 

“LET’S FUCKING MAKE A BABY!”

~

Author’s note: Sorry Lady wasn’t in this one much but I felt I was neglecting Trish and wanted to change that. 

~

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DantexLady Week Day 6: Body Swap

Author’s Note: Originally, I had nothing for this prompt and now it’s the longest one out of the seven, oops lol. 

DantexLady Week Day 6: Body Swap

Author’s Note: I will finish all 7 prompts, I will, I will, I will. I hope you enjoy this one, this one was fun. 

~

This had to be the worst situation Dante has ever dragged her into. The worst part is she wasn’t even supposed to be here. 

She had been away from Devil May Cry for about six months and three days, not that she had been counting. Or that she cared. She had no reason to go back there. 

Besides the debt that Dante owed her, of course. That was the only reason she would walk into that building time and time again. 

No other reason whatsoever. 

No matter what Trish said. 

“Admit it, you go there because you like spending time with him.”

“I do not! I only go there to collect my money and that’s it!” 

“Mhmm and I’m not drinking at 10:30 am,” Trish said before taking an exaggerated sip of her mimosa. 

Lady groaned at her, almost regretting getting Brunch with her. Almost. The french toast she ordered was too heavenly. 

She took a bite from said french toast, to try to hide her pout. 

“It’s okay, you know. I know you like him–”

“I CERTAINLY DO NOT!” 

Trish exhaled, hiding her smile about her hand, making Lady madder at her. “Alright then smart mouth, why do you hang around DMC then?!”

“Because all of my friends are there, plus I always know there’s a bed there if I need to crash. It’s the closest thing I ever had to a home.”

“...I’m sorry, Trish.” Trish shook her head, a knowing smile on her face, “No need to apologize, just think about what I said, okay?”

Lady shakes her head, her face bright red. “Stupid Trish…she doesn’t know what she is talking about!” Lady ripped open the door, so fast that it made the two men in the room stop their conversation to look at her. 

Morrison and Dante turned and stared at Lady, making her feel exposed. They could see that her face was red, her hair was a bit out of place from just taking off her helmet and she was clenching the door. 

“Wow, what are you, a bloodhound? Morrison had just said the words ‘big payout’ and here you are!” Dante whines but can’t help but smile. 

Lady crosses her arms but turns away from him to hide the fact that she was also smirking, “Well, considering how much you owe me, you shouldn’t be surprised.”

“I never am. Now if you excuse us, I need to know what exactly I’m going to be doing so that I can get the money you’re gonna steal from me–”

Lady wiped her head towards him and sharply glared at him.

“Sorry, I mean the money that I will lovely hand over to you,”

“That’s better.” 

Both couldn’t help but start laughing, this conversation became their special way of greeting one another. 

Morrison watched them, a plan formulation in his mind as the seconds ticked on. 

“Fine, I’ll leave,” Lady says as she raises her hand in surrender, “But, I will be back for the cash.” 

She started to walk to the door, only stopping to call out, “Actually, he is going to need your help.” 

“Oh, it’s a job that Dante can’t mess up then?’ she teases, failing to stop herself from smiling. 

“Hey!” 

“Normally, I would say yes but today is actually a two-person mission,” Morrison said in a serious tone, making the two devil hunters turn to him inquisitively. 

“So here’s the deal. Have you guys ever heard of: ‘love so strong it can kill you’?”

Both Devil Hunters nodded at him. 

“Well, we got three cases in a row of it in the same town. Lovely dovey couples who adore each other one day, decide to go to the mountain just outside the town, Lover’s Peak and then come back different.”

Dante raised one of his eyebrows, “Different like they realize they can’t stand each other?”

Morrison shook his head, “More like they don’t remember who they are or who they know, except their partner. Then after a few days, they end up killing each other.”

“How does the mayor know he needs demon hunters and not a couple’s therapist?” Dante falls to suppress a yawn, “I’m not seeing where the demon comes in.”

“Well, lucky for you, someone did,” Morrison paused to pull out and light a cigarette, “The most recent couple…they had a kid.”

Both demon hunters looked down, feeling no longer like adults, but the two scared children that are locked deep inside each of them. 

“Did the kid…?” Dante began but struggled to get the rest of the sentence out. Fortunately, Morrison understood what he was saying and nodded. 

“Saw the whole thing, yes…” he takes a long draw of his cigarette, “After his parents, you know, passed away, he said he saw a demon form out of their dead bodies before leaving. He told the cops when they came, even drew a picture.” 

Morrison reaches into his briefcase and pulls out the drawing. It was evident that the child was young, very young, too young to have seen what he saw. 

Dante could not help but grimace. He could remember, vividly, drawing a similar picture one night. His father had just finished telling him a story about how a lone hero who ad the saved the world against evil demons. 

At the time, Dante thought it was the coolest story ever and always asked for his dad to tell that story, even when Vergil got bored of it and wanted to hear something else. 

Before when demons existed only in stories and his dad was just his dad. 

Back when his mom was still around to tell them to go to bed. 

Back when the farthest his brother was their front yard.  

“Alright,” Dante announces as he sits up, “I’ll take the job, but only because bills are due.” 

Both Morrison and Lady knew this was a blatant lie. Dante has never really cared about the price of the job, sometimes even refusing payment if he felt that the situation was that important. 

That was one thing Lady was fine with admitting she liked about Dante.

He was so damn selfless…

“Will you be joining me, Lady?”

“Huh?” Lady hadn’t even realized she had stopped paying attention, a little heat entered her cheeks as she realized she had been accidentally staring at Dante. 

“Sorry for distracting you with my gorgeous looks babe.”

“Oh please, the day that I find you gorgeous is the day that hell freezes over!” 

“Sure, whatever you say babe.” 

“And stop calling me that!” Morrison pulled out another cigarette as the two continued to bicker. He chuckled to himself, he remembered being young and in denial about being in love. He lets them argue for a few more minutes before clearing his throat, halting them. 

“I’d let you guys keep going but we don’t have all day,” Morrison said with a smirk, making both Devil Hunters turn away to hide their blush. 

“Right,” Dante says as he puts his jacket on, “So, are you coming Lady? There’s no one else I could think would be more perfect to help with this time job.” 

Lady hated how her heart skipped at that. She hated how he could say things like that so casually, not knowing what it did for her. 

NOT THAT IT DID ANYTHING TO HER! Because she doesn’t like him or anything. 

“Fine, could be fun.”

~ It was not, in fact, fun. 

Firstly, the mountain was very rocky, which, if you did not know, is not the best for someone who is in heels, even if they were only three inches. Dante teasing her about it did not help either. She had to physically force her hand back so that she wouldn’t slap him. 

Next, once they actually reached the top, they had to sit there for hours and once they were finally relaxed, the demon appeared. Needless to say, with all the scrambling and being caught off guard, they did not win the fight.

“Well, at the very least, we know what this demon does to people.” 

Lady glared at Dante or, more accurately, Dante glared at her. 

A demon who can swap bodies. Just when you thought you had seen everything…

Lady slapped her face with her hand, or Dante’s face. UGH! This is too confusing. 

Lady groans as Dante stares down with a smirk. 

“What’s got you smirking, doofus? We have a situation–ARE YOU STARING AT MY BREASTS?!” 

Dante chuckles, “Don’t you mean my brea–hey, HEY, stop hitting me! I was joking!” 

Lady pointedly ignored him and continued to punch his arm. 

“I’m joking! Hey, you know you are bruising yourself!” That made Lady stop. He did have a point. She wants her body in tip-top shape when she got it back. She crosses her arms and pouts, and Dante couldn’t help but smile at her. Even in his body, she was still cute. 

“Alright, time to get serious,” Dante says as he sits on a rock. He almost slips off the rock, almost forgetting that Lady’s legs are shorter than his so he couldn’t straddle the rock like he wanted to. 

Lady bit through Dante’s tongue to stop herself from saying, “Didn’t know you could.” It hurt but healed just as quickly. Good, there was no time to lose. 

“Okay,” she says instead, “Do you have a plan then?”

“Mhmm, our best bet is for me to teach you how to use Rebellion since our guns didn’t do that much damage and I’ll practice using your guns to distract it. Though, I can’t tell if it’s still here or not. But maybe you can.”

Lady looked at him, very confused. 

“If you have my demon sense, then you have access to all my demon powers which will help us.” 

“But how will I know if there are no demons around?” 

Dante smiles, “You’ll always be able to sense one demon, me. Or myself, or…you know what I mean”

Lady nods, and closes her eyes, trying to feel what Dante always feels. She hopes it will work. 

She does and it’s exhilarating. 

Without opening her eyes, she pulls out Ivory and shoots a small demon that was peaking at them in the corner. 

Dante whistles, “Nice shooting Tex. You’ll get the sword down in no time.” 

Lady nods and puts down Dante’s guitar case. She slowly opens up the guitar, not being able to swallow down the nervousness bubbling up in her throat. 

Would the sword work for me? Is there some kind of demon link that could kill me because I’m not actually Dante? Should I even touch in the first place? Wasn’t it his dad’s or something? Ugh I’m just psyching myself out! Just grab the damn sword! 

Lady hesitantly picks the sword out of the case. Luck for her, no strange demon magic attempted to strike her down and it didn’t burn her hand. It actually felt strangely right in her hands. 

But that could just be because she is in Dante’s body. That was probably it.  

“Awesome, now here is how you hold it.” Dante goes behind her and places his hands on her hands. 

Even though it was her own hands around him, she still couldn’t stop the blush from creeping onto her face. 

Maybe the conversation with Trish is what made her realize it. No matter the circumstances, no matter what body she was in, he always makes her blush. 

He did a lot of things to her actually. He made her laugh, he made her feel safe, he gave her a home. 

Maybe, a very tiny maybe, Trish was on to something. Huh, who knew swapping bodies with the man would bring some interesting revelations? 

Revelations…wait a minute…

“Dante, I figured it out,” Lady says as she begins practicing slashing the sword against a rock. 

“Figured it out?”

Lady nods, “What is this demon’s plan is. After it swaps the bodies of the couple, it leaves them alone. Why? Well, because they are human, and humans can’t do much against demons. Average humans I mean. So they do the only thing they can do, live each other's lives. Only, they learn how the other live their lives which leads to fighting and then killing each other. Giving the demon a free meal in the process.” 

Dante nodded along as she explained, he had also come to a similar conclusion as she did. “Makes sense to me. So how do we get it to come back so we can kill it?”

“Maybe we start fighting? Make it think that it’s about to get another free meal?”

“That could work, but it might think that we are faking.” 

Lady ponders the thought before saying, “Let’s hope it’s stupid.”

~

Despite how much money Lady has won against Dante in cards, she wasn’t much of a betting woman. 

That being said, she wished she could back in time to bet Dante about whether or not the demon would appear. 

It took only a few purposefully missed shoots from one another for Lady to pick up the demon’s scent. 

She moves in front of Dante’s most recent shot, allowing it to hit her in the arm. It made a hole in Dante’s jacket, but sacrifices had to be made. 

She’ll pay to get it fixed when they are back in their own bodies. 

Diving like she was going to stab him, she uses his demon speed to flip over and stab the demon in what assumed was its chest. 

The demon screamed in agony as she forced the sword deeper and deeper into it. She could feel her body shake with adrenaline, so much so that she worried that she was going to drop the sword. 

It was nothing like when she killed a demon. 

Is this what Dante felt like every time he killed a demon? Does he like it? Does it scare him? 

She wants to know more about it. She wants to learn more about him. She wants to spend more time with him. 

She forces the sword deeper and deeper into the demon, planning to slice right through it. 

She wants him. 

~

 As the demon lay still on the ground, Dante and Lady can feel their souls ripping out of each other’s bodies before instantly going to the correct one. 

They both held their breaths and they gently pat their own bodies, desperately needing to make sure. 

“Holy shit…” Dante says as a smirk creeps onto his face, “I’m tall again!”

“Fuck you!” Lady shouted, though there was absolutely no malice in her voice. She was just as happy as him to be back in the right body. 

Dante smiles softly at her, “You were amazing with the sword. You should definitely look into wielding one of your own.” 

Lady shrugged, “I don’t know, I think the sword did most of the work back there, to be honest. I would need a lot of training.” 

“And a great, handsome, and amazing teacher.” Dante says as he flexes his muscles, “Luckily, I think I know one. That is if you think you can handle it.” Dante smirked mischievously at her. 

Lady instinctively wanted to say no, and wave off the request so that he wouldn’t suspect anything. 

But…

I want him. 

 Maybe it was time she stopped lying to herself. 

“Oh, I definitely can handle you.”

~

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DantexLady Week Day 5: Noir

DantexLady Week Day 5: Noir 

Author’s Note: I think prompted was the hardest out of all of them this year. Hope you guys like it! … is what I would have said if IT DIDN’T TAKE ME A YEAR TO WRITE THE LAST THREE! OMG I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE HIATUS, LIFE GOT IN THE WAY. BUT I AM BACK! After I post these three, expect my usual fics to come back. 

Warning: Guns mentioned, shooting mentioned (Let me know if I missed anything)

~ 

”A life of a detective is a lonely one,” Dante thought to himself as he leaned back against his desk. It was a dark and gloomy day in Redgrave city, as it seem to be every day. 

He took a long slow drag of his cigarette and leaned his head back against the top of his chair. It was a slow day in Redgrave, just as slow as the workload. 

Suddenly, the door opens. A tall thin woman with short dark hair wearing a matching black pencil skirt and black suit jacket over a pristine buttoned-up shirt walks towards his desk, the only noise in the office is the soft clicking of her heels against the tile floor. 

She says nothing as she sits on the edge of his desk, crossing one leg over the other. He didn’t say anything either as he looks up at her. 

She silently hands over a thick envelope to him. He pulls out a small envelope knife and opens it. Dante silently reads the letter and frowns, “What kind of mission is this?” 

“Seriously? No hello?” the woman says. 

“Well Lady, you didn’t say hello to me either,” Dante replies, not looking away from the baby. 

“Touch,” says the woman named Lady. “Hello, Dante.”

“Detective Dante.” “Don’t push it”

“Fine, fine, but where did you get this letter?” Dante asks, turning it to her. 

“It was left on my desk, I opened it. But it was addressed to you, so here,” Lady says with a shrug as she tosses it on his desk. “There was no return address or anything. Recognize the handwriting?”

She taps the center of the page even though she knows he is not looking at it. She’s not even looking at it. Their eyes are drawn to the bright blue V at the bottom of the page.

“Unfortunately, I do. My rival is at it again, up to his old tricks, always just escaping me…” Dante trails off, he can tell Lady is leaning in to learn more. 

Lady was new to the detective scene, only starting a year ago at Dante’s Detective Agency. She was a spitfire but also very reckless. Always trying to prove herself in a world that scoffs at her. She never explained why she did it, and he never asked. 

But this was far bigger than her. 

Far bigger than both of them. 

“Are you going to finish what you were saying or are you just going to stare off into space?” “It wasn’t important,” he says, clearly dodging the question “We should get to work.”

Lady frowns as she watches Dante rise from his desk. She knew Dante’s history with this guy. She read every article written about Dante and him.

V.

V, the unknown yet famous criminal that Dante has been hunting his entire career. He has killed many people, too many people. Every time, V would send him a letter and every time Dante would get so close to catching him before he disappeared. 

Lady wondered if that is why he hired her. Two heads are better than one.

Though, she knew there was something else. Something was going on between Dante and this V that was so much more than detective vs rival. 

Maybe she would finally find out. 

~

And find out she did. Oh, boy did she find out. 

It started small. Each location that they went to had some connection to Dante and because of that, he was forced to explain it. They went to his childhood favorite pizza shop, his middle school, and, finally, his parent’s grave. 

They stayed there longer than the other two places, for fairly obvious reasons. They also didn’t talk there, but enough was said anyway. 

Dante’s demeanor changed after that. He was less his joking and flirty self, though he did answer Lady when she talked to him. That was something at least. 

Lady didn’t push the issue. The last thing they needed was for him to snap at her and he become erratic, ruining this investigation more than V had already. 

Then they finally got to the final location, it was an old run-down house. Part of the roof was missing, leaving a big gaping hole that birds flew in and out of. The paint was extremely chipped and almost all the windows were broken in some way.  

Dante clicked his tongue at the sight and muttered, “Of course, you would choose here…”

 Lady turned to him in surprise, “What?” 

“Nothing, stay out here, I’m ending this here.” Dante took a step towards the house. 

‘“Oh no, you don’t. I did not go on this entire journey with you just to be left out at the end,” she grabbed his arm as he opens his mouth, “We’re partners, through it all.” Dante closed his mouth, and stared off at the house. A million thoughts ran past his mind, she could tell through his eyes. 

“Truth be told Lady, I should have never let you come but, selfishly, I didn’t want to do this by myself. I like having you with me. I like you. I…” Dante sighs, wiping his face with his hand. He rests his hand on his mouth, as if to physically stop the words from escaping. 

“You what?”

“...I’ll tell you later, just promise you to get out of here alive okay?”

She steps closer to him, leaning up so that her nose is as close to his as possible. “Only if you do too.” 

“Deal.” ~ As they both take one step into the house, they see him. A man about the same height as Dante in a long black trenchcoat and a large back hat that cast a shadow that blocked his face.

“So you’ve finally arrived. It took you long enough, are you losing your edge?” the man says smugly, it was clear to Lady that he was trying to piss Dante off. Ironically, it made her pissed.

Dante, however, did not react. “Actually, it’s because this trip down memory lane was pretty boring and predictable that I went slowly,” he replied. 

Lady nearly flinched at his tone. She had gotten so used to Dante’s voice always being lively and/or flirtatious, so much that there was no way it could ever get this numb and lifeless. 

He continued, “So let’s get this over with.” Dante pulls his gun and points it at V while scowling. 

“Temper, temper. You always had a temper problem,” V takes off his hat and tosses it to the side, “Brother.” 

Lady gasped, “Brother?! You told me your brother Vergil was dead.” “He did die. He died to me when he turned to crime and slandered our family name! Covering it in the blood of his victims!”

“Oh, would you get off our high horse Dante, our family name was already covered in blood by our father!” “He was a hero!”

“And why is that? Because he is on the side of the law?! Or because the job killed him?! Face it, Dante! We--”

A gunshot goes off, a bullet lands between Virgil’s feet. Virgil shoots Dante a look. Dante responds by lazily turning his head to Virgil and saying, “Your speeches always bore me. I rather talk with our guns.” 

Virgil pulls out his own, “Fine by me! Let’s end this Dante.”  

Lady watches as the two race toward each other cemented in her spot. All she can do is scream out, “DANTE! DANTE!”

Dante tried to ignore her but the more she yells, the more a bright light engulfs the three. He tries to shout out to her to make her stop but he finds that he is not able to speak.

Suddenly, the light becomes too much for Dante to handle and he is forced to cover his eyes. None of them are able to do anything, except for Lady. She continues to scream, and scream, and scream his name. 

~

“Dante! DANTE! Wake up!” 

Dante groans as he swats at the voice, wanting it to stop. 

His swat is returned by a slap in the arm. 

“Ow!” He shouts before sitting up. Blinking, he realizes he is not shot dead in any warehouse but on his couch, in his shop with Lady looking annoyed at him. 

Ah, so he was dreaming, but what a hell of a dream it was.

Still, he was missing some things, like why Lady was so mad at him.  

“What was that for?!” he whines as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. 

“I cannot believe you…” Lady says as she stands up, “You say you want to watch a movie with me ‘to relax after a mission’ but you sleep through the whole thing! And I ever put on my favorite movie.”

Dante blinks at the TV, seeing the credits with images of the movie appearing every so often. They were the typical shots you would see in a black and white movie, screencaps from the film. 

Oh, now he remembered. 

He did honestly try to stay awake because it was her favorite movie, but the exhaustion from the mission overtook him. 

As he watched the screencaps go by, he couldn’t help but smile. 

“Ugh, you are so annoying.” Lady restarts the movie “You’re lucky I love this movie but you better stay awayle.” 

“Alright, arlight.”

He did in fact stay awake. However, he thinks his version was much much better.

~

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I have this headcanon that mundus sent Sparda to earth to be the demon to tempt Christ, but he’s so over this job and just wants to leave that he doesn’t bother trying to tempt him and they just get a drink and go there merry way

That was so wholesome.

#devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry headcanon #dmc headcanons

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DantexLady Week Day 4: Supernatural

Author’s Note: Can’t believe we are about halfway done. Even though there are no deadlines, I apologize for this being late. For context on this one: This is an AU. 

Warning: None (but let me know if there is)

~

“Come on babe, it’s not that bad.” 

Marys’s eye twitched for what felt like the twelfth time today, and she felt another headache coming along. 

Oh, why she of all people did this have to happen to? 

She should have never gone to that college party, she didn’t even like college parties. 

But her roommate Trish refused to let her spend another weekend in her dorm studying. Her words being “Come on! We are in college, live a little!”

Knowing that Trish would never leave her alone for the rest of the night, she relented and went to the party. 

It went exactly as she expected. 

The music was too loud, there were way too many drunk people and the music was not her taste, to say the least. 

She spent the first 45 minutes sitting on the couch just observing the drunk actions of her fellow college students who she didn’t know. 

Eventually, it got too boring, and not wanting to waste her phone battery, she made her way down to the basement. 

It was dark, stinky, and filled with way too many people. They were all jumping and dancing to even louder music. 

She instantly felt a headache coming on. 

She headed back up the stairs. She would just have to find Trish and let her know that she had an early shift at work or something and she needed to head to bed. 

The only problem is that she had no idea where Trish was. She searched all around the house but to no surprise to anyone, it was very hard to find a specific person at a poorly lit, late-night, crowded college party. 

She eventually found herself outside in the backyard. There was a group of people huddled in a corner. Morbid curiosity brought her over to the group and she looks to see them hovering over a bunch of different rocks and sticks in a strange order. 

“What are you guys doing?” she asked, knowing she would probably regret it. 

“We’re trying to summon a demon!!!” a very intoxicated classmate of hers announced. 

“Why?”

“Because it will do whatever we ask for!” the same person shouted. Was his name Mark? Or Matt? She was sure that it started with an M. 

“I want to be president!” a girl to her right shouted. 

“I want it to go to work and classes fr me so I can relax for the rest of my life!” another guy to her immediate left shouted. 

“And how do you know it will do that for you?” Mary asks, almost amused. 

“It says it all in this book!” the same girl shoved the book into her arms. Mary squinted at the book, finding it hard to read anything with the lack of light. 

She was just about to tell them how ridiculous they were being when the sound of sirens interrupted her. Panicked, the people around her took off, knocking over their pathetic display of rocks and sticks. She almost laugh but had no time as she also ran off into the night. 

The last thing she needed was to be arrested. 

She didn’t stop running until she found her way back to her dorm, slamming and locking the door. She hoped Trish made it out alright. 

She sighs and tosses the book onto her bed. 

Wait, book? 

She groans when she realizes she is still holding that stupid book. 

She should have thrown it out. But that would have been the smart thing to do and why would she do the smart thing? 

She flipped through the book open, just to find this magical wish-granting demon. Luckily, the corner of the page was folded so it did not take her long to find it. 

The chapter told of a demon prince, who goes by the name Dante to humans, who tends to come to earth either by a summon or simply for fun to grant their humans their greatest desire. 

“He is in search of queen so that he can earn the throne to rule of the demon realm,” Mary reads out loud “before his twin brother named Vergil. He has said to make deals with hundreds of women but only ends up eating their souls as they do not meet his standards. The brother continues to battle for the throne in combat but they will join together if anyone else tends to threaten their kingdom.” Mary chuckles “What a load of crap…” 

She tosses the book into her desk and changes her clothes into her pajamas. “Imagine needed a demon to make my life interesting or to get what I want…I can do that on my own.” She sighs and turns out the light, “How stupid…”

~ Do you really think it’s that stupid? 

Yes, it is, people should do things for themselves. 

Come on, there is got to be something you want that that you know you can’t get yourself. 

Well…

I can do it for you~ Yeah, right. 

Trust me? 

…Okay. 

~ The next morning, she woke up from her odd dream to Trish standing over her, smirking down at her. 

“What…?” Mary says, wiping the sleep out of her right eye. “Do you need something…?” “Did you enjoy the party?” Trish asks, her smirk somehow widening. 

“No, it was terrible like I thought it was,” Lady says, slightly confused about why she was smirking. 

“Oh, I guess you had more fun outside of the party.” Trish teases and pointed to something behind her. 

Or should she say, someone. 

She turned to find a moderately attractive, shirtless man with white hair and snow-white skin in her bed, snoring loudly. 

She begins to stutter, freezing with her hand still on her right eye, trying to figure out who this guy is and why he was in her bed. Before she could even get a word in, Trish waved her off. 

“No need to explain, I’ll leave you two alone. Have fun~” 

Mary started blankly forward as she closed the door to their dorm. 

“Your roommate knows what is up!’ the mysterious man said before Mary smacks him with her pillow. 

She jumps out of the bed and continues to smack him with a pillow. 

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” He grabs the pillow and pulls it out of her grasp. 

“What are you doing here, pervert?!” Mary shouted. 

“Pervert? Excuse me, you summoned me!” 

“Summoned…what?! Get out of here before I call the cops!” Mary shouts. 

“Oh, like cops could take down a demon!” 

“A demon?” Mary paused, looking him over. He definitely did not look like a demon, “Wait are you…Dante…? wait, wait, don’t give me your stupid lie about why you are here, just get out!” 

“I’m not lying! And I’ll prove it!” the mysterious stranger announced. 

Then something happened that even though she saw it. Then a blinding white light popped out of him and suddenly before her was a giant black demon. It had long black wings and horns with bright red lava-like light peeked out of every corner of his body. 

“Oh my god…” Mary stared at the gigantic demon before her, wondering vaguely if his horns would scrap the ceiling. “Oh my god, turn back, turn back.”

Dante, surprisingly did as he was told, and turned back into what she assumed is his human form. 

“See? I told you! Let me officially introduce myself. I am the demon prince Dante, son of Sparda! At your service.” Dante said as he took a bow. “And you are?

“Why are you in my dorm?!” Mary screamed.

“Weird name.” 

“Not funny, answer the question.” 

Dante chuckles “I told you, you summoned me!” 

“But I didn’t! It was those drunk guys last night!” 

“Yeah, but they were too boring, you, however, interested me. You read my story and your desire is pretty cool, I mean wanting to--” 

“Listen! I don’t want anything, especially anything that a demon can give me.” Mary said as she held her face in her hands. 

“Come on, babe, it’s not so bad.” Dante said, “It’s a two-way street, I give you what you want and you give me what I want.” “How is that supposed to convince me to want to deal with you? No, no I refuse. I’m not doing it. You can’t make me.” Mary said, her confidence oozing through her word. 

“Too late,” Dante said cheekily. 

Mary’s frown deepened. “The hell those that mean?” 

“Check the mirror.” 

Mary ran to the long mirror attached to the door that led to the bathroom she and Trish shared with another dorm. She examined her body for some kind of symbol or mark before making eye contact with her reflection. 

She had inherited her mother’s beautiful green eyes with a hint of blue in them. She always loved her eyes. 

Now her right eye was a bright horrible dark red. As she looked deeper, she saw that her pupil turned into this strange shape that matched the symbol in the book she saw the night before.

“Pretty dope right?--Hey! Hey! Quit smacking me! This is not how you treat demon royalty!” Dante shouted as he jumped back onto Mary’s bed, using her pillow to defend himself. 

“Change my eye back! And get out! I did not agree to this!” 

“You did in your sleep!” 

“That does not count, you freaky dream invader!” Mary shouted as she swung at him, sadly only hitting the pillow. “I want out! I want out!” 

“Sorry babe, there is no way. The only way out is for me to eat your soul,” he said with a shrug. 

“Oh perfect! How convenient! Wonderful!” She groaned and turned away from her. She wrapped one arm around her waist and rested her head in her other palm. 

“Come on babe--”

“Stop calling me babe!” 

“Then give me your name!” 

“Call me Lady because I sure as hell ain’t giving you my name!” Mary shouted as she turned back to him, dropping her arms to her sides. 

“I’m not a fae, I don’t steal names!” Dante said, in a matter-of-fact voice that made her want to smack him again. 

“You will call me Lady and that is it! You work for me now right! You have to do what I say so shut up for five minutes!” Dante simply shrugged. 

“God, okay I need to think. I could not do this and have my soul eaten now or do this and have my soul eaten later.”

“Correct, if you do this, I won’t eat your soul!” Dante chimes in. 

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, right. I’m not supposed to talk.” Dante replies innocently and makes the ‘zip my lips’ motion. 

“No, I mean what do you mean you won’t eat my soul. … You can talk now.” 

“Just that Lady, I won’t eat your soul if you do this.”

“Why?” “Because,” Dante says with a smirk “I want you to be my queen.” “...What?” “I like you. I think you would make a great demon queen. So what do you say?” Dant asks while sticking his hand out to shake. “You will get everything you want and you get to be an immortal demon queen at the end. So what do you say?”

Every fiber in Mary was shouting at her not to do this, to call his bluff because he had to be bluffing. There was no way he could do that while she was sleeping, right? She should take the gamble. 

But on the other hand…

Maybe this won’t be so bad. 

She grabs his hand, “Fine, let’s do this.” Mary shakes his hand “But the first thing we are doing is getting contacts.”

~ Author’s Note: Let me know if you guys like this AU and if you want more. If I would continue it, it would definitely be a slow-burn chapter fic with a classic strangers to friends to lovers trope. 

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DantexLady Week Day 3: Rescue

Author’s Note: Day 3 people! Here we go! Please like, comment, and reblog! 

Warnings: None (but let me know if there should be)

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“You rescued me.” 

Lady’s eyes widen in shock. It was the most romantic thing he could say. 

People think that “I love you” is the one and only way to tell someone that you love them. Even the most lovely and dramatic speeches of love end with those three words. 

So hearing him say these words, blew all those famous speeches out of the water. 

Earlier that day, Dante invited her out to dinner. It wasn’t an unusual request. They had gone out to eat multiple times, either to exchange money or play cards which ultimately meant exchanging money. 

They had just walked into the restaurant, a fairly average place that wasn’t a high-class establishment but not low grade by any means, when Dante proclaimed “Order anything you want, dinner is on me tonight.”

“Oh? Did someone get a big payout that he neglected to share with me?”

“Aren’t I sharing it now by offering to pay?”

Lady laughs and shakes her head, “You know the answer is no.”

Dante sighs, though in a dramatic way that tells her that he wasn’t actually upset. He pulls out her chair for her and flops into his own. “Even when she ends the debt, it still only money with her. Oh, woe is me,” 

Lady laughs. “So, why did you ask me to dinner then if not to give me more of your money?” she teases. 

“I promise I will tell you but after we eat, I am starved.” 

Dinner went well. They spent most of the night talking about their recent jobs and any other updates about their lives since they hadn’t seen each other in so long. 

Too long but neither of them was brave enough to admit it. 

Once dessert was done, Lady had a slice of cake while Dante somehow convinced the restaurant to make him a strawberry Sunday, and Dante did in fact paid, he surprised her again by asking if they could walk through the park. 

Lady had passed through this park a few times, but mostly as a short cut so she did not see much of it. 

It was a nice park, nicer than other city parks that she had seen in other cities. 

Dante led her to a bench in the park, right in front of a statue of what seemed like a warrior on a horse? She never noticed it before. 

Dante seemed to notice her staring at the statue, so he said “That’s my dad, you know? Or it’s supposed to be. “

“Really?” Lady replied, shocked that people knew the story of Sparda, let allow celebrate it. 

“Mhmm, I was surprised to see it when I moved here too, guess it was destiny,” Dante said, though Lady couldn’t tell if his tone was just a little bit bitter. 

“I don’t believe in destiny. I think we made our own faith,’ Lady replied before sitting down on the bench. 

Dante sits down next to her, a grin plastered on his face. She catches it out of the corner of her mismatched eyes and she turns to him. They stare into each other eyes for what feels like eons before Lady breaks the tension with a question. 

“S-So why did you ask me out--I mean! To dinner tonight?” Lady asks, turning away to hide her blush. 

 Dante, feeling remarkably shy himself, also turns away and rubs the back of his head. “I’ll tell you but promise me not to say anything until I’m done. Well, you don’t have to say anything but, you know what I mean.”

Lady turns back to him and although he is facing the other way, she nods. 

Not hearing anything, Dante begins, “Well the truth is, I lost a bet to Trish.”

“What do you mean--”

Dante quickly turns to face Lady “Ay! I said no talking.” 

Lady’s only reply is to give him a look of annoyance. 

“Sorry, I’m just nervous. I know, shocking for someone like me. So I made a bet with Trish, the bet itself is not important but long story short I lost. So since I lost, I had to tell you how I felt,”

Lady’s face turned bright red. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I already said that didn’t I?” Dante covers his eyes with his hand “God, this is going horrible.” Dante sighs “Okay listen, Lady you...you...I…”

“You rescued me.”

Lady was on top of the world, but she continued to say nothing. 

“When we met, I was just starting with my business and dealing with the worst kind of family issues anyone could ever deal with. And after everything, my stupid brother throws himself into hell. That destroyed me. But you were there, waiting for me, or what I had to be exact. You have no idea how much it meant to me to have you there. And you continued to stay. Even when you left, you still came back. In fact, I loved owing you money because it means you will come back to me. And when you indirectly told me I was done, after that whole thing with Nero, I was so afraid you would go. But still, you came back to me. And I don’t want you to go. You rescued me from my darkest moments by just existing and I can not be more grateful.” 

Dante turns to look her fully in the eyes, “I could go on but I feel like I would only embarrass myself more. But yeah, I just needed you to know.”

It wasn’t an “I love you”, it was so much better. 

So Lady decided the best way to reply to him was by kissing him on the lips. 

~

Author’s Note: Little late on this one sorry but hey, no deadlines. 

DMC Taglist:

@maedousae​ @dxlpartyboat​ @therandornone​ @super-jump​ @mad-hatter-teacups  @strawderryst​​ @honor-strength-passion​ @cherryinerror​ @prinxe-nothing​

#devil may cry #dantexlady #dantexladyweek #day 3 #dante #lady #trish mentioned #DxL #devil may cry 5 #dmc

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Dante x Lady Week 2021 Day 2: Rain

Author’s Note: Day two and I present fluff as promised! Hope you guys like it, please let me know if you do. 

Warning: Nothing major but let me know if anything needs to be tagged. 

~

“What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t let you go without you knowing...that I love you.” 

The two stare into each other’s eyes before they lean in close for a long dramatic kiss in the rain. 

Dante groans audibly, earning a punch in the arm from Lady. 

“Oww! What was that for?” Dante says as he rubs his arm, though he wasn’t really in pain. 

“Would you stop? Some of us are trying to enjoy the movie,” Lady replied before tossing popcorn into her mouth. 

“I can’t believe you actually like this, this is so not you,” Dante says while gesturing at the movie. 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Lady asks with a glare. 

“Just what I said, I didn’t think you would be into girly rom-coms,”

It was a rainy day in Redgrave city. Nothing too special but since neither of them had a job lined up or any other plans so Dante suggested that they have a movie day in. 

Dante had expected that they would watch a bunch of cheesy action movies and make fun of them. So when Lady put in a movie called My Lover and called it her favorite movie. 

Dante was confused, to say the least. 

There wasn’t anything special about it. It was like any other chick flick. 

“Well if you must know,” Lady said after a moment, bringing Dante’s attention back to the present. “...it was my mom’s favorite. She and I would always watch it together…”

Lady looked down, the shiest she has ever looked in front of him. She looked so vulnerable to him, something she vowed she never would be. 

He understood why. It was unfair that the thing they had most in common was dead moms. 

So, he did what he did best, made her laugh. 

“Alright, alright, but you have to admit the main guy is such a dork. That line was so cheesy.”

Lady playfully rolls her eyes. “Oh like you could do better.”

“I bet I could, I would ever use the rain in my big dramatic speech,” Dante says cheekily. “And it would be so much more meaningful.”

“Oh yeah how?”

Dante smiles at her fondly. 

Are you crying? It’s only the rain.  The rain already stopped. Devils never cry.   Maybe somewhere out there even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one. Don’t you think? ...maybe. 

“Sorry babe, can’t spill all my secrets or you won’t fall in love with me,”

Lady laughs before throwing some popcorn at him “yeah right!” 

The credits play as the two engage in a popcorn/pillow fight, drowning out the sappy love song with their laughter. 

Because the rain was their special thing. 

~

Author’s Note: I love them. That’s it, that’s the post. 

DMC Taglist: 

@maedousae​ @dxlpartyboat​ @therandornone​ @super-jump​ @mad-hatter-teacups  @strawderryst​​ @honor-strength-passion​ @cherryinerror​ @prinxe-nothing​

#devil may cry #dante x lady #dantexlady #dantexladyweek #day 2 #dante #lady/Mary

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Dante X Lady Week 2021: Drunk

Author’s Note: Hey! So sorry I haven’t posted, I’ve been busy. And what better to start posting again with DantexLady week! I am so excited! 

Warning: Drunkenness, Negative thinking, drunken sex, hurt with no comfort (let me know if I missed anything)

Drunk actions are sober thoughts. 

Drunk actions are sober thoughts. Drunk actions are sober thoughts. 

That would be the first thought that would go through Dante’s head every time he woke up with a hangover after having drunken sex with Lady. 

It was the same every time. They would come back from a mission, sit on his oddly stained couch, consume as much alcohol as possible before drunkenly confessing their love for one another and having sex. Then they would wake up the next day and act as nothing happened. 

Every. Single. Time. 

At first, it didn’t bother him. It was just sex. 

Sex didn’t have to mean anything. 

It didn’t mean anything. 

It doesn’t mean anything. 

…

It meant everything. 

Being with her, holding her. Feeling her, smelling her. Everything about her. 

God, how he wishes he could remember all of it. 

God, he wish that the only thing he did remember is waking up in the mild of the night, and playing with her hair. He would play with it and whispers the things he could never say out loud.

Then he would go back to sleep. And when he would wake up, he would rationalize all his decisions with his mantra.

What a life he lives. 

He wondered what was going on in her head. What she would think when the sun woke them up and the headaches would begin. 

Did she think about it? Did trying to understand what was going on between them keep her up at night too?

Is that why she would leave for days on end after?

Was it just him? 

It probably was. 

~

Drunk actions are sober thoughts. 

Drunk actions are sober thoughts. 

Drunk actions are sober thoughts. 

God, how she hates that phrase and how right it was. 

She knows that she should stop doing it, it breaks her every time but she can’t. 

It’s the only time she can express what she feels about him. 

It was stupid. She was an adult. She can talk to people. 

So why can’t she talk to him? 

It should be easy. 

But it wasn’t. 

Instead, she pretended to sleep as he played with her hair before getting up and leaving. 

Because that is what they did. 

~ Author’s Note: Sory for kicking off this week with angst but I wanted to lol. I hope you guys liked it. I promise more fluff will come. 

DMC Taglist:

@maedousae​ @dxlpartyboat​ @therandornone​ @super-jump​ @mad-hatter-teacups  @strawderryst​​ @honor-strength-passion​ @cherryinerror​ @prinxe-nothing​

#DantexLady #dantexladyweek #day 1 #devil may cry #DxL

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What do you think Dante and Lady's first kiss (in shipverse) would be like?

The Magical First Kiss

Pairings: Dante x Lady

Warnings: none (let me know if I missed anything)

Author’s Note: This is a cute prompt, thank you!

~

One thing that could always be said about Dante and Lady’s relationship was that it never followed a “normal” relationship playbook. They also didn’t like to follow traditional conventions and rules, because that was just not their style.

So their first kiss was not their actual first kiss. As in, they had kissed several times before it, many actually. Drunk hookups and accidentally giving the other a kiss before immediately backtracking since neither of them was ready to confess.

But neither of them wanted to count those.

No, their first kiss was special but at the same time completely them.

It happened after their confession. Their “very loud and movie-like confession” according to Trish.

Though neither would tell the other, both were looking for that right perfect moment for their first true kiss.

When Dante was in his chair napping, he dreamed of the perfect kissing scenarios but none were very appealing. They were either too cliché or too cringy that he nearly falls on his face as he runs to the bathroom to splash water in his face.

Lady wasn’t in great shape either.

She could not even look at him with the world seeming to turn pink and hearts surrounding them, their ends pointing towards his lips.

It was agonizing for both for them.

They needed to kiss. It is killing both of them.

But, of course, that leads back to the question as to when to do it, causing both of them to groan internally once more.

Luckily for them, they didn’t have to suffer for long.

~

They weren’t on a fancy date or sitting on top of a building watching the stars when it happened. No, it happened in the most “them” place possible.

It happened on a mission.

This mission was long, not as long as Fortuna but close to the length of their time in Temen-ni-gru. Unlike Temen-ni-gru, it was much more tedious. It was a simple demon infestation in a small town that had the potential to spread and destroy the world. Why can’t people just leave old ruins alone?!

Day after day, Dante and Lady would close portals and kill the demons, taking minimum breaks for sleep and eat so that they wouldn’t be ambushed.

It was an exhausting mission but it was a nice distraction from the big elephant in the room, even if Dante was getting sick of closing so many portals.

After what felt like an eternity, Dante destroyed the last symbol with Rebellion, and the town was could be finally declared demon-free.

Once the bright light faded, Dante paused for a few seconds before throwing his head back and cheering, “Woohoo! We did it, Lady!”

Without thinking, he runs over to Lady, picks her up, and spins her around, “Another mission complete!” Lady yelped and gently punches his shoulder “Put me down you dufus!”

Dante pauses but does not put her down. They stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before both leaning in to kiss.

Lady wraps her arms around Dante’s neck as Dante lowers her down slowly. Once their lips connect, they melt into one another arms. Lady’s lips tasted like sugarcane and soft as roses against Dante’s chapped lips, not that she minded. Their tongues danced together in one another’s mouths. Dante gave her waist a gentle squeeze as he pressed her closer.

Once they are both out of breathing, they pull apart and Dante gently places her down, though he doesn’t let go.

Dante chuckles, “Well, I wasn’t planning on doing that surrounded by demon corpses but at least the stars look nice,” he says as he points at the sky.

Lady looks up and smiles, “Those are some very nice stars, but I’d like to look at them from our roof back home,”

Dante nods, “Couldn’t agree more.”

~

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AHHH! I’m so happy to see this! Thank you for drawing :3

Bad bad mosquito man.

Idea by @icequeenoriginal

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You are not immune to the salon women’s gossip.

#in the heights #in the heights movie #self reblog

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Tale as Old as Time Chapter 4 Comic

Comic by the amazing @sleepy-starling​

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Story link:

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Tale as Old as Time Taglist:

@corkeecoderyt @Per-seph-o-nee @Ohshrekmyheck @3milystuff  @Asymmetricalgarbage8888   @fairytailtwists  @sanders-sides-rebloger  @sanderssidesfluffyangst  @unikornavenger @0callmevirge0 @gloomingwitch @roxiefox24 @ijustreallylovesanderssides @unisaurioamorfo @unnipanda623 @thekeytohappiness-is-you @littleladynightshade @namirastar @eatingoranges143 @a-she-monster @youtoo7481 @falling-out-trees-101 @phe-purple-parade-ts @mrtacothethird @sos-fandoms @thesammel @mellow-yellow-nutella @acehuffledork @an-ironic-pisces @nutsanddults @diadelosmuertos26 @mycatshuman​

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Tale as Old as Time Chapter 4

Author’s Note: Time for everyone’s favorite part of Beauty and the Beast, sorry for the delay. Once again, thanks to @sleepy-starling for editing and working with me on this AU. Enjoy!

Warning: sickness mentioned, arguing, yelling, cursing, capslock, villain Deceit (let me know if I missed anything)

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Thomas had no idea how long he was in the carriage. His head is pounding from his sickness and the fast-moving carriage was not helping it. He feels himself getting sicker and sicker by the minute. 

Suddenly, the carriage stops and sends him flying forward. He falls into a puddle and he glares at the carriage. It quickly moves away from him and by the time he gets back up, it is too far away for him to follow.

Not like he could, his legs are so sore and he can barely stand. He stares at the dark creepy forest as he thinks about how he is even farther away from his son. He turns towards the town, the carriage had dropped him a quarter of a mile from the village. Thomas takes a deep breath and heads towards the village.

He will save his son.

~

Roman has no idea how long he has been crying for. All he knows is he has definitely ruined the nice pillow with his tears. 

He hears a knock at the door, he picks his head up. He stares at the door for a few seconds before saying, “who’s there?” “It’s Patton, kiddo! May I come in?” a voice from behind the door says. This voice is so much friendlier than the beast’s and he did ask nicely…

“Oh uh.” Roman sits ups, “Sure, just one second.” Roman removes his cloak and tosses it on the chair in front of the vanity. He opens the door and gasps at what he sees.

What he was expecting was a person or maybe another beast but certainly not this. Roman moves back as Patton hops in. The upper half of Patton is human. He is wearing a pair of glasses, a white puffy blouse with a blue apron over it. His lower half is a white teapot. He is so small but the smile on his face is so big and comforting.

“I thought you could use a nice warm cup of tea,” Patton says as he hops closer to Roman. A hopping creamer, a sugar bowl, and a teacup with a face follow Patton into the room.

“What? How are you real…?” Roman asks, backing away. His back hits the white wardrobe with brown doors.

Roman turns just as the wardrobe says, “Oh trust me, girl; this isn’t nearly the weirdest thing you will see. Trust me.” 

Roman looks up and sees that the top of the wardrobe seeing a smile and sunglasses covering the eyes. 

“You’re talking...this can’t be real…” Roman says, putting his hand on his forehead. Was all this a dream? That would make everything easier, he would just have to wake up and be back with his father and his little happy home.

“I know girl, it’s even hard for me to understand. Trust me, I know see myself in the mirror all the time and just go ‘ahh’!” the wardrobe says as it uses its door as hands to exemplify its point. 

Roman nervously laughs and rubs his arms. He sits on the bed and the talking objects move closer to him.

“So I’m Patton like I said before, that’s Remy. Jack, Jill and this is my son Emile.” Patton says. The teacup with a face named Emile hops forward and smiles at Roman,

“N-Nice to meet all of you.” Roman replies, his nervousness leaking into his voice. 

“I thought you could use a nice cup of tea after all that to warm you up,” Patton says softly, using a tone has only heard his father use, warm and caring. Patton tips himself over pours warm tea into Emile. The creamer and sugar bowl put what they both are holding into Emile too. Emile slowly hops over to Roman and Roman picks him up to drink.

Roman sips it and he is surprised at how good the tea tastes. It warms him up and reminds him of the first time he had tea. He and his father had been gifted tea by an old woman who enjoyed one of the stories his father told.

A single tear falls down Roman’s cheek as he remembers these memories are all he has left now.

“Are you okay kiddo?” he asks as he puts his tiny hands on Roman’s leg. 

Roman quickly wipes the tear away before replying, “Oh, it’s nothing…” “Are you sad?” Emile asks, there is a child-like curiosity is present in his eyes. “I can make you feel better!” Emile began to suck in his breath and make the tea bubble. 

“Emile! No! That’s for him to drink!” Patton reprimands with a finger wag.

Emile blushes bashfully and apologizes softly. Roman lets out a little giggle and the rest turn to him, giving him a soft smile.

“I also wanted to tell you kiddo that we were all so impressed by your bravery,” Patton says with a big grin on his face.

“It was the coolest thing we have ever seen in a long time! The way you stood up to V--our master. Giving yourself up for your dad?! That was so selfless and cool!” Remy adds.

Roman sighs and looks at the ground but making sure that Emile is safely in his hand, “Yeah, such a genius idea. I am now trapped in this castle, away from everyone I know and love. Such a genius I am!” Roman says bitterly.

The room goes silent, the others bowing their heads. They know he has a point and they have no rebuttal. He is absolutely right.

“Don’t worry kiddo, things only seem bad now but they will get better. Do you know what they say? You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.” Patton replies, he taps the side of Roman’s leg comfortingly.

Roman looks over at him and gives him a soft smile. He finishes his tea and puts Emile next to Patton. Emile nuzzles his father happily, making Roman softly coos at them happily.

After a few beats of silence go by before Patton says: “Well as much as I would love to stay and get to know you but I got to help get dinner. Talk to you later!”

Patton, Emile, Jack, and Jill hop out of the room, and Roman waves goodbye. 

Remy smiles at them as they leave, “So now it’s time for something I have been dying to do! Let me get you dressed up for dinner! I know I have the perfect outfit!”

Remy opens one of his drawers, thankful he had no dust or bugs in him. He pulls out a black suit. “Now I know this is very basic but it’s your first dinner so we start simple. We can get your hair done too.” Roman shakes his head, “No thank you.”

“You’re gonna wear that? Wouldn’t you rather change?” Remy asks confused, Roman's outfit was more 'running through the forest' than it was 'dinner chic'. “Not worth it since I’m not going to dinner.” Roman answers blankly.

Remy gasps. This guy is openly defying Virgil, he would be impressed if he didn't think it was a bad idea. 

Logan knocks on the door, “Roman? Are you appropriate? I am here to be your escort to dinner.”

Remy motions to the door, “I’m not going to say anything, it’s all on you. My hands are clean of this” Remy turns his back to emphasize his point.  Roman nods and turns to the door, his mind made up. 

~

Decarus sits sulking in a very fancy chair in an otherwise normal pub. He has a beer glass in his hand but he is not drinking it.

Nate walks over with two more beers. His steps are small and hesitant. He doesn’t want to upset Decarus more than he was.

He owes him. 

From a young age, Nate was a nobody. He was just an average person who has an average family and average life. Doom to just fade in the background and just be average. Though with how much he procrastinates, it was more he was doomed to fail.

Then one day, he was walking through the village and saw a boy about his age doing sword tricks. A few people were watching in interest so Nate walked over to join them. During the middle of this performance, the boy drops his sword. Nate luckily catches it and the boy is able to complete his show with high praise from his audience.

After the show and once all the people have left, the boy introduces himself and asks Nate to be his sidekick. Nate agrees, figuring it would be more interesting than doing his schoolwork.

It was the best choice he ever made.

Sure, he is basically a slave to Decarus, always following him and carry his stuff but the cons pale in comparison to the pros. Now people respect Nate, girls fawn over him (though it only seems to happen when he is with Decarus) and he gets practically everything he wants just by dropping Dee’s name.

He could take any hit, insult, and request that strain his body for that. Feeding Decarus’ ego meant being fed expensive meals for free. 

He should probably stand up for himself and fight back but that would take so much more effort. He likes his life the way it is. 

He was capable of doing it, but that was for another day. 

“How are you doing Dee?” Nate asks softly.

“How am I doing? HOW AM I DOING?!” Decarus throws his beer on the ground, “I was just rejected and humiliated in front of the entire town! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?!”

Nate stays quiet, knowing that the last thing Decarus wants is for him to answer that question. Decarus turns back to the fire he has been watching. He watches the flames dance and burn, trying to keep himself calm. 

“Roman thinks he won...but boy is he wrong. I’ll show him.” Decarus mutters.

Decarus’ relationship with Roman has always interested Nate. He remembers the day Decarus let Roman join them. Roman just walking around the town, inviting people to come to his home to listen to his father’s home. Decarus was quick to pick up that the people who agreed only wanted to see Roman train after. Decarus just can’t stand people stealing his spotlight.  So he invited Roman to come hunt, hoping that it would make Roman join him and all would be right with the world.

Well, that did not happen. In fact, it backfired massively.

Nate will never forget the look of horror and disgust he saw on Roman’s face that day. It was the first time he had seen Roman not smiling. Decarus and he began arguing, so loud that Nate was sure the entire village could hear them. 

Then Roman did the ultimate sin.

“God! Just shut up Decarus!” Roman smirks then said, “Or should I say, Janus?”

Decarus froze and Nate cringed. Only Nate was ever told Decarus’ real name. He hated it, he wanted his name to match the regale status that he made for himself. He had erased all memory of it, even making his parents call him Decarus. 

Decarus grabbed Roman’s arm and shook him, “HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” Roman kept smiling at Decarus, a mischievous and taunting smile, “What’s it to ya? Upset someone is finally calling you out on your lies?”

Decarus clutched his fist and Roman remarked, “What are you going to do? Hit me? Come on, show the world the true you.”

Decarus took a deep breath and unclenched his fist. “Get out of here Roman. Get out of here so you have time to regret what you did.” Roman rolled his eyes and jumped onto his horse, “Trust me, I am never going to regret this.”

And just like that, Roman took off without a word. Leaving Nate to calm down Decarus.

That is where Decarus came up with his new way to deal with Roman. As Roman’s popularity due to beauty rose, so did Decarus’ backhanded compliments. He made sure to run into Roman every day to do it. Some people would ask him if he was trying to court Roman and he would always tell them yes with the sweetest of smiles. Not only did it make people proud of Decarus trying to fix the town’s oddity, but it also turned some of Roman’s admirers away since they never could compete with the great Decarus.

Nate was surprised to find out that Decarus was even willing to marry someone he so desperately despised but Decarus was committed to the con. But now, with the rejection, Decarus was only going to sulk until he came up with his next move.

And it was up to Nate to pick up the pieces of his broken fragile ego.

“No one has ever done that to me before...how dare he…! How dare he make me feel like I am disgraced and all these other yucky feelings.” Decarus said, snapping Nate back to the present.

“Oh, no one could ever make you feel like that. You are much too amazing and wonderful for something like this to ever affect you.” Nate replies, handing over one of the beers to Decarus.

Decarus swirls the beer and sighs, “This must be how you feel all the time, life must be so hard for you.”

Nate did not even flinch, he only smiles and says, “Yes it is, not like you who has the most perfect life. I wish I was you. Everyone loves you and admires you. Which is a surprise to no one since you are the slickest, wittiest, and strong as you!” Decarus sits up and smiles. He nods, indicating that Nate should definitely keep going. Nate backs away and pulls out a few dollar bills from his back pocket. He slips it to the bartender and nods at him. 

The bartender nods back and says, “You’re everyone’s favorite guy! You’re the best fighter and hunter in our town!”

Nate turns to a woman and man who gladly run over to Decarus. The girl rubs his neck while the guy feels Decarus’ muscles.  

“You’re so burly!” the woman exclaims.

“And brawny!” the man adds.

Soon enough, the entire bar is throwing compliments at Decarus. Complimenting his shooting, his looks, his outfit, anything they could think of.

When they ran out of things to say, they began chanting “DECARUS! DECARUS! DECARUS!”

Decarus let the word bathe him. He soaked up every word, fueling his ego happily. 

Decarus was planning to make them go all night if the door hadn’t suddenly open. 

Thomas comes bursting through the door, panting and coughing. 

“Thomas?” the bartender calls out. The entire bar turns to Thomas. 

“You need to help me!” Thomas shouts.

~

Meanwhile, Virgil is pacing in front of his fireplace in his dining room. On the table near him, you could not see the surface with the amount of food on it. Virgil had the kitchen make as many meals as they could think of since no one knew what Roman would like. Virgil desperately wants to make a better impression than his previous one but as time passes as he passes, his anxiety is being replaced with the annoyance of being made to wait.

Virgil stops his pacing with a foot stomp and looks up at Joan and Patton who are sitting on the mantel above the fireplace, “Why isn’t he here yet?! How long those it take for one guy to get ready for dinner?!” He was a guy after all and it only took him...35 minutes and one freak out!

“Well, kiddo, you know Remy likes to do his makeover thoroughly,” Patton suggests.

“Or he isn’t coming,” Virgil mutters.

“Of course he is kiddo,” Patton reassures. Virgil only replies with a disbelieving glare.

“By the way Virgil…” Joan says, making Virgil fully face him, “The other servants and I were talking and we really think this guy will be the one to break the spell and we were wondering if you thought that?” “What? Do you think I’m an idiot?! ... Don’t answer that.” Virgil replies “Of course I have! …But that doesn’t matter…you know what the curse is. He has to fall in love with me and like that is ever going to happen…”

Patton hops down onto a pillow on the ground and hops over to Virgil, “Now do not talk like that kiddo! You have to think positive!”

Virgil scoffs, “Positive? I’ll tell you what’s positive. He will positively never fall for me. Just look at him, he’s…” Virgil begins blushing, “He’s beautiful and...I'm...well look at me!” he barks.

Patton pats Virgil’s leg and says, “Don’t be mean to yourself! We’ll help him see that you’re more than what you look like.”

“That’s our job V, to help you,” Joan adds.

“And the first thing, we’re going to do is fix that darn slouch of yours. Come on kiddo, I’ve been telling you for years.” Patton reprimands and Virgil immediately straights up. “And take off the mask. At least for tonight kiddo.”

Virgil touches the mask subconsciously, it always brought him comfort. “But why…?” Virgil asks nervously.

Patton replies, “You want him to trust you, right?” Virgil nods so Patton continues, “Well, you shouldn’t hide something as small as your mouth.” “Plus, guys love it if you give them a smile,” Joan adds.

Virgil nods and reluctantly takes the mask off. He gives Patton and Joan a big toothy grin, showing off all his sharp and pointy teeth. Patton gives him a big smile back and a thumbs up, but Joan can’t help themself and grimaces. Virgil frowns and quickly puts his mask back on, making Patton glare at Joan who has their hands up in surrender. 

Virgil sighs and rubs his horns. “This is pointless…” Virgil grimaces at how long and pointy they are.

“No, no, V. How about instead of smiling, you tell some jokes, everyone likes to laugh.” Joan offers.

“Jokes, I can do jokes. Probably” Virgil replies, a small bit of confidence returning.

“Yeah but also be gentle, he’s gone through a lot today,” Patton adds.

Virgil nods, knowing he was the cause of most of Roman’s distress. Though he can feel himself getting overwhelmed. 

“Oh! He could compliment him! That would also make him feel better!” Joan exclaims.

“But he can’t do it too much or it won’t be sincere.” Patton quickly says.

Virgil begins to pant, his anxiety is making him more and more overwhelmed. The fear of not doing this perfectly is ever-present in his mind. Because if he doesn’t do this perfectly, then Roman will definitely hate him and the curse will never be broken and the rose is already wilting and they were all doomed to stay like this forever and--

His thoughts are interrupted by both Patton and Joan yelling: “YOU HAVE TO CONTROL YOUR TEMPER!”

If Virgil wasn’t grateful for them helping him escape his thoughts, he would have been annoyed with them. His temper wasn’t THAT bad.

The door handle begins to rattle and Virgil quickly fixes his hair. This is it, no going back. He stands as straight as if he was going into a meeting with his father. 

The door opens and only Logan walks in, making Virgil frown. “Where is he?” he asks annoyed.

Logan takes a deep breath before saying, “Our guest says…” Logan looks over at Patton who motions him to keep going, “He has declined your invitation.”

“WHAT?!”

~

“Please, you all have to help me!” Thomas pleads. “My son! He’s in trouble!”

“Roman, is in trouble? Please tell us more.” Decarus mentions, hoping Thomas can tell how sarcastic he is being.

“He locked in a tower by a Beast! I need people to come with me to save him!” Thomas replies with fear, clearly not hearing Decarus. 

The entire bar stares at him before laughing. 

“Oh, Thomas, your stories get weirder and weirder,” a man remarks, “let me guess, it was a giant, scary, creepy monster who stole your precious little boy and a knight must rescue him?” “Wait, no, that’s not--” Thomas tries to explain.

The bar begins to laugh, no one paying Thomas any attention. After a minute, Thomas gives up and walks out of the bar.

“Didn’t he tell us something similar?” A woman asks the person sitting next to her. 

“Yeah, for the Fall Festival, I think.” the person says.

“Interesting way to try to drum up business.” A man comments.

“Maybe he finally lost it.” Another man says, “You know, he’s always had a few loose screws. All those imaginative types do” Decarus, who had been eavesdropping, says to himself, “Losing his mind...interesting…” 

Decarus begins thinking of his plan for revenge.

Meanwhile, Thomas is pacing outside the bar. “Who else can I ask for help...?” Thomas asks himself before having another coughing fit.

Thomas’ migraine begins to throb more, as much as his legs are shaking. 

A hand touches Thomas’ arm, “I’ll help you.” says a very familiar voice. Before Thomas can reply, everything goes black.

~ Back at the castle, Virgil is racing through the hallway, anger radiating off of him. Patton, Logan, and Joan run after him, all yelling at him to calm down. 

Once he gets to Roman’s door, he begins banging on it so hard that the door was shaking. 

Yup, his temper was not THAT bad.

“Who is it?” Roman says sarcastically from behind the door. 

“The queen, who the hell do you think it is?!” Virgil bites back.

“Oh, I am so sorry your majesty, whatever do I owe the pleasure?” Roman replies back.

Ignoring the “your majesty" comment, Virgil replies angrily, “I told you you were joining me for dinner!” “I’m good, not that hungry!” 

“Well, what if I told you this is your one and only chance to eat?” Virgil asks smugly.

“Well, I’m not hungry. And even if I was, I don’t want to share a meal with a Grumpy Ghoul like you!”

Virgil growls, “Why you--” Logan clears his throat, “Sir, this arguing back and forth isn’t going to get you anywhere. I think you should speak kindly and gentlemen-like.” “But he--”

“V, it’s only going to help you,” Joan says, holding their candle hands together.

Virgil sighs, “Fine…”

“And say you’re sorry for yelling,” Patton adds.

“But!” “No buts, kiddo!” Patton says sternly, leaving no room for argument. “Say it and use the word please.”

Virgil sighs and faces the door, “Look...I’m sorry for all the yelling and I know you’re having a tough time.” Roman scoffs at this, making Virgil flinch, “S-So can you please join me for dinner, please?” Roman is quiet behind the door for a few seconds before saying, “Let me think...thank you for asking politely but no.”

“Ugh fine! Then just stay in there and starve to death for all I care because the only time you get to eat is if you eat with me! AND THAT'S AN ORDER" he shouts at the door and his servants, "I’m going to my room…” Virgil storms off to his room.

Logan sighs and puts a hand to his forehead. “Joan, watch the door. Update us if he leaves the room. Patton, come with me. We should start to clean up dinner…”

Joan nods and they sit in front of the door, arms crossed. Patton puts his hands on Logan’s arm and squeezes it affectionately. They head down the hallway, all three are very upset about what just went down.

Virgil, meanwhile, slams his door open and mutters to himself. “That jerk! I was polite and everything!” 

Virgil marches up to the beautiful red rose glowing in his room and frowns at its state. A petal falls to the ground, catching up to three others.

Virgil picks up the mirror and says, “Show me the boy…” The mirror glows and he sees Roman laying starfish on the bed with Remy beside him.

“Come on Roman. I know he seems like a big annoying jerk on the outside but on the inside, he’s a nice soft guy on the inside. You just have to get to know him.” Remy says.

“Well, I don’t want to get to know him. I do not like him and I never will. And that's that!” Roman says firmly.

Virgil flinches and puts the mirror down. “Well that confirms it...he’ll only see me as an evil monster...nothing more…” Virgil says to himself.

He flops onto his bed and curls into a ball. A tear falls down his face and he quickly wipes it away, his dark thoughts taking over his mind again.

~

When Thomas opens his eyes, he almost passed out again. He sees Jon, his beautiful face is very close to Thomas’ face. Thomas then realizes he is laying on a soft fluffy be that is demanding him to go back to sleep.

Thomas blushes madly and says, “J-Jon..?”. Thomas almost flinches at how hoarse his voice is. Jon smiles at him, “Hey Thomas. Go back to sleep. We’ll talk soon.”

Thomas wants to protest but his eyes drop immediately and he gives in to his tiredness.

~ When Roman heard Virgil stomp away, he smiles to himself with pride that he stood up to the Beast, even if Remy was giving him a look.

Unfortunately, his hunger strike only lasted about two hours when his stomach growls become too much to ignore. He sits up and looks at the door. The Beast did say he could go anywhere he wanted in the castle so Roman isn’t about to break any rules.

He slides off the bed and walks out of the room quietly. Seeing that the hallway is empty, Roman heads down deeper into the hallway, unknowingly walking past Joan.

Joan had been watching the door for the first hour, even pacing in front of it like a soldier. However, by the second hour, they were absolutely bored. Luckily, their best friend and date mate Talyn came strolling down the hallway, looking for Joan.

The two move to the windowsill and have a fun little chat. As Joan leans in to kiss Talyn’s cheek, they notice Roman’s figure walking away from them out of the corner of their eye.  They gasp and jump to the floor.

“Shit!” Joan shouts.

“What?” Talyn asks.

“He left the room, we gotta go,” Joan says before taking off after Roman.

Talyn hops down, straightening out their feathers, and follows Joan, though they are very confused.

~

Meanwhile, in the kitchen,  Patton and Logan are walking with Emile over to a small box filled with blankets.

“Time for bed Em,” Patton says softly as he lifts Emile gently into the makeshift bed.

“But I’m not tired dad…” Emile says, only to yawn immediately afterward.

Logan smiles at his son and says, “Yes you are.” Logan blows a kiss to Emile and tucks him. He and Patton watch as Emile closes his eyes and sleeps. As soon as they are sure that he is asleep, they walk away.

They walk past the oven who is sobbing. Logan raises an eyebrow and Patton asks sympathetically, “What’s wrong Oliver?”

“My food is ruined! I made the most amazing meal of my life and it was all for nothing!” Oliver wails as he pats the pot sitting on him. 

“I know you really want to cook for our new guest but I’m sure you’ll get another chance soon.” Patton offers.

“I do not understand why he didn’t just join Master Virgil. He was even polite to him when he didn’t have to.” Logan says.

Patton frowns at Logan, “Yes he had to and still has to. And he needs to watch his temper too if he wants to break you know what.”

Logan nods and goes to jump off the table when the door opens. Everyone in the kitchen looks over and sees Roman slip into the kitchen. Roman notices them and awkwardly waves. Joan and Talyn run in quickly after him.

“Oh!” Logan exclaims before clearing his throat, “Good evening sir. It’s good to know that you are out of your room and walking around.” Logan says, glaring at a sheepish Joan. “I am Logan, the head of the household. Behind you are Joan, they are our candle director, and Talyn, they are in charge of cleaning” Logan says as he motions to them.

Roman turns and flashes a smile at them. Joan blows a kiss dramatically, making Talyn laugh and Roman giggle.

Logan rolls his eyes then says, “Do you need something in particular? We will do everything and anything to help you feel more comfortable.”

“May I have something to eat? I’m quite hungry.” Roman asks, somewhat shy.

“You are?! OH, you poor baby!” Patton says, his face and face filled with concern. “Oliver! Begin heating up the food while I wake up the others. Guys! Guys! It’s time! He’s hungry!” Patton says as he hops back and forth on the kitchen table.

Logan runs over to him and grabs his arm, “Pat, dear, you know what the master said…” Patton waves him off, “Master, shamster. The kiddo is hungry so I am going to feed him.” Patton says determinedly. 

Logan sighs, knowing better than to argue with Patton, and nods, “Fine, fine. But nothing too big. A glass of water, a crust of bread and--” “Logan! Logan!” Joan says, jumping up to the table. They put their arm around Logan’s shoulder and say, “He is our guest! He deserves nothing but the best!”

Logan groans, “Fine, fine, but do not be loud. The master will not be happy if he finds out about this.”

Satisfied, Joan and Patton jump down. They lead Roman out of the kitchen. “Do not go overboard!” Logan shouts at them.

“We won’t! But we will definitely have some music playing!” Joan shouts and slams the door.

“Music…? JOAN!” Logan yells but it goes ignored by all.

~

Roman walks into an empty dining room. In the center is a long think wooden table. 

“Welcome mister! It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you here tonight! Now just relax and let us pull up a chair!” A chair actually runs up behind Roman, making him jump. Roman smiles nervously and sits in the chair which is surprisingly comfortable.

“Now, the dining room is proud to present, your dinner!” Several different-sized cloches and serving dishes jump onto the table behind Joan as they move towards them. Roman smiles, some of the nervousness wash away. “This seems nice.” Roman thinks to himself.

“Be our guest

Be our guest

Put our service to the test”

Joan sings as they dance around the table a plate, bowl, cup, fork, spoon, and knife jump onto the table. They lay in front of him and the cloches remove themselves off of the serving dishes, presenting all the delicious food on them.

“Tie your napkin 'round your neck, Cherie

And we provide the rest

Soup du jour

Hot hors d'oeuvres

Why we only live to serve

Try the grey stuff, it's delicious”

The chair pulls out a napkin and goes to tie it around Roman’s neck. Roman gently takes it and puts it on his lap. The serving dishes get close and let Roman take a sample. Depending on his reaction, they either put their food on his plate or sadly walk off, as sadly as a plate of food can.

 “Don't believe me? Ask the dishes

They can sing

They can dance

After all, Miss, this is France

And a dinner here is never second best”

As if on cue, a group of dishes, along with forks and knife dance around the table behind Joan hopping around and the forks make a mini Eiffel Tower behind Joan. Roman stares in awe as he eats the food on his plate.

“Go on, unfold your menu

Take a glance and then you'll

Be our guest

Oui, our guest

Be our guest”

Joan runs up to Roman and shoves a menu in Roman’s face. Roman quickly reads over, surprised how much food they fit onto this one small menu.

“Beef ragout

Cheese souffle

Pie and pudding "en flambe"

We'll prepare and serve with flair

A culinary cabaret”

More food march past Roman, this time many desserts. Roman quickly grabs at them and eats them happily. 

Logan, clearly annoyed, marches out of the kitchen. He starts to head to the table but first checks the hallways for any sign of Virgil.

“You're alone

And you're scared

But the banquet's all prepared

No one's gloomy or complaining

While the flatware's entertaining”

More flatware and plates continue to dance behind Joan. They jump in the air and land gracefully, making Roman gasp. Joan dances along with them and they make Roman laugh as Joan and the forks do a mock kickline.

“We tell jokes

I do tricks

With my fellow candlesticks”

Joan juggles their hands on their head and hands in front of Roman as the table clears itself of the food already tasted to make room for more.

“And it's all in perfect taste that you can bet

Come on and lift your glass

You've won your own free pass

To be out guest” sings several cups tossing the drinks in them up in the arm. Roman smiles at them and watches as liquid flies through the air.

“If you're stressed

It's fine dining we suggest

Be our guest

Be our guest

Be our guest”

Once he is sure Virgil is not coming, Logan climbs onto the table and marches over to Joan. He shushes any servant dancing and singing but he goes completely ignored. He makes his way over to and goes to grab his shoulder when the lights suddenly go out and a spotlight appears over both of them. He sighs and looks over at Roman who looks extremely curious to see what will happen next.

“Life is so unnerving

For a servant who's not serving

He's not whole without a soul to wait upon”

 Joan sings this as they spin around to be behind Logan. He puts their candle hands on Logan’s shoulder who quickly blows out the flames. Logan rolls his eyes as Joan dramatically pretends to sob and two salt shakers above them sprinkle down salt as fake snow.

“Ah, those good old days when we were useful

Suddenly those good old days are gone”

Logan rolls his eyes again when Joan sings that line and begins to walk away. Joan grabs his waist to prevent him from walking away.

“Ten years we've been rusting

Needing so much more than dusting

Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills”

Joan pats Logan’s stomach when they say that, making Logan scoff in anger. Logan pulls himself out of Joan’s grip and walks away. Joan dramatically throws themself onto the floor and grips onto Logan’s leg. Logan’s only response to this action is to put out the flame on top of Joan’s head. Roman covers his mouth to muffle his giggles.

“Most days we just lay around the castle

Flabby, fat, and lazy

You walked in and oops-a-daisy!”

As Logan tries to free his legs from Joan’s grasp, Joan purposefully trips him. Logan falls flat onto his face and both Joan and Roman burst into laughter. Logan jumps up and growls at Joan who is backing away slowly. Logan brings back his arm to smack Joan, only stopping because he hears his husband’s beautiful singing voice. 

“It's a guest

It's a guest

Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed” Patton sings as he comes flying out of the kitchen on a wheeled trolley with Jack, Jill, and a now awake Emile. Logan smiles at his family, all the anger leaving him.

“Wine's been poured and thank the Lord

I've had the napkins freshly pressed

With dessert

He'll want tea

And my dear that's fine with me”

Patton hops onto the table and hops in front of Roman, breaking into dance with Emile running around him. Logan walks over to them, his smile growling with each step.

“While the cups do their soft shoeing

I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing

I'll get warm

Piping hot!” As Patton sings this, a plate rolls past him, revealing a spot on his pot. Patton stops and quickly stops his dance.

“Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot?

Clean it up! We want the company impressed” Jack and Jill hop over to him, each holding the end of a napkin. They wipe the spot off of Patton and nudge him over to Roman.

“We've got a lot to do

Is it one lump or two?” 

Patton pours tea into Emile and Jack pours milk into Emile. Emile stays as still as he can but giggles when Jill tosses sugar into him. Roman gently picks him up and drinks the nice warm tea.

“For you, our guest

He's our guest

He's our guest

He's our guest!” 

Patton grabs Logan’s hands and sings this to him. Logan smiles as Patton spins him around and they slow dance across the table. Emile smiles at his parents as they stare at one another with nothing but love in their eyes.

“Be our guest

Be our guest

Our command is your request

It's ten years since we had anybody here

And we're obsessed!”

Roman smiles widely and waves his hands happily. This was absolutely amazing! 

“With your meal

With your ease

Yes, indeed, we aim to please

While the candlelight's still glowing

Let us help you

We'll keep going!”

Joan takes over singing because Patton is too busy with his husband to sing. Once Roman is finished with his cup of tea, Emile jumps out of Roman’s grip and runs over to his parents who happily embrace him. 

“Course by course

One by one

'Til you shout, ‘Enough, I'm done!”

Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest!”

Emile takes one hand of each of his parents and they spin around together. After a bit of dancing, Logan and Patton pick up Emile and they both kiss the side of his face. They toss him towards the trolley and Emile lands perfectly. He continues to dance with Jack and Jill happily. Roman can’t help himself and starts dancing in his seat.

“Tonight you'll prop your feet up

But for now, let's eat up

Be our guest

Be our guest

Be our guest

Please, be our guest!”

Both Joan and Patton sing this final part, throwing their hands in the air as the champagne bottles pop themselves. Logan sighs and thinks, “There goes all the champagne”, but he can’t bring himself to be angry. 

Once the music stops, Roman jumps up and claps for them. “Bravo! Bravo! That was wonderful!” he says happily. 

Joan bows, relighting their flames on their candles. “Thank you! Thank you! It was our pleasure.” Joan says with pride. Patton kisses Logan’s cheek before heading back to the kitchen to get Emile back to bed.

“Now I hate to ask more of you all,” Roman says as he looks around the room, “but I’d love to have a look around if that’s alright?” Joan gasps, “Would you like a tour?” “Oh yes please, this is my first time in an enchanted castle,” Roman says while nodding his head enthusiastically.

“Did you say enchanted?” Logan asks before angrily turning to Joan, “YOU TOLD HIM THE CASTLE IS ENCHANTED?!” Logan shouts as he marches closer to Joan. Joan shakes their head no as they back away and Roman puts his hand in between them, “They didn’t, I figured it out myself.”

Logan blushes nervously and fixes his clock to be closer to midnight when it was only a little past 8, “Oh yes, of course, that makes sense. Though it is quite late...”

“Oh please! Please!” Roman begs, “You said your head of the household right? So you must know everything about the castle.” Logan smiles and nods, “Of course I do. … Alright, if it’s a tour you want, it’s a tour you get.” Roman and Joan cheer and head for the door. Logan takes a deep breath and follows them. 

I hope nothing goes wrong.

~

Beauty and the Beast AU: 

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#Beauty and the Beast AU #sanders sides #thomas sanders #prinxiety #prinxiety au #logicality #roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman x virgil #logan sanders #patton sanders #logan x patton #Emile Picani #janus sanders #remy sanders #tw yelling #chapter 4

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My Lost Devil Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Wedding Bells, Round 2

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Author’s Note: Hey guys, I always feel like I’m apologizing for not updating this fic. I promise I will be finishing this fic. 

Pairings: Dante x Lady, Nero x Kyrie 

Chapter Warning: Minor Character Death mentioned, murder mentioned, cursing, food mentioned (Let me know if I missed anything)

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Growing up, Lady never got into jewelry. Her classmates would show off the necklaces and bracelets their parents gave them and Lady wouldn’t care. Maybe it was because her father spent any money that could go to things like that on books about demons and ritual items. 

But after her mother’s murder and only having her necklace as a reminder of her, Lady found herself wanting jewelry. (Along with other normal things since she was now a runaway child.) When she bought her first bracelet, she could not explain the amount of joy and happiness that filled her at that moment. She loved that bracelet so much that she wore it every day until it broke. It sits in an old jewelry box in her room to this day.

Jewelry collecting became an obsession of hers. Every time she bought one, she felt like she was living the life she wanted, not the one her father forced her into. She has never felt any shame from how much money she has spent on jewelry since she was always good at managing her money.

She has gotten jewels from all over the world and different pieces from all the famous jewelry designers but none of them compare to the small ring on her left ring finger.

It was a small ½ carat diamond with a simple golden band and it is Lady’s prized possession, next to her mother’s necklace. While she other pieces of jewelry, these two were given to her by the people she loves and they both have a meaning that isn’t “fuck you dad”.

Her mother’s necklace represents her promise to her mother to avenge her murder and for her, Lady, to live. Her engagement ring represents her promise to be with Dante forever and be with him in marriage.

She smiles at her ring. Lady had never thought she would have gotten this far. She expected to have died when she was young or lived long, too traumatized by her father to let anyone into her life. Her new “found family”, as Kyrie calls them, are everything she didn’t know she needed. 

She pulls her gloves over her hands, put on said gloves became the last thing she would put on when she got dressed for some reason and left the room.

There was much to do for today.

 “Wow! This shop is so cute!!!” Patty exclaims as she walks into the bridal shop, making Lady smile and Trish laughs. 

A sale associate walks over to the group and smiles, “Hi, Welcome to Redgrave Bridal Shop, my name is Kelsey, how can I help you?” Patty puts her hands on her hips and says determinedly, “Yes, we are looking for the perfect dress for my dear friend here.” Patty says as she motions to Lady who is covering her mouth to muffle her giggles.

Patty was allowed to go on a month-long trip with her mother so she missed almost all the planning for Kyrie’s and Nero’s wedding and the wedding itself, which truly broke her heart. While she will never regret her trip, Patty was determined to be as helpful as she could.

The sales associate made a face at Patty before stepping past her to shake Lady’s hand. Patty gasps and Trish snickers. Lady smiles and shakes the Lady’s hand before following her to the large couch in the store. The group sits, though Nico, more accurately flops onto the couch which made it squeak.

The sales associate tried to hide her cringe and ask politely, “So, what kind of dress were you looking for?”

“I was thinking of a tight fit dress but other than that, I don’t have a huge preference,” Lady replies.

Patty gasps and puts her hand to her chest, “Lady! There are hundreds of different types of wedding dress, you have to narrow it down or we will be here for hours!” “And our appointment is only two hours,” Trish adds.

Lady nods, “Hmm, okay nothing with feathers and a bunch of tutus. I don’t to be drowned in the dress.”

The sales associate nods and walks off. A different associate walks over to the group and hands them all bottled water.

The first associate comes back with a rack of dresses and pushes them in front of Lady. “I picked a bunch. You can try as many as you want.”

Lady spends the next two hours trying on different dresses and watching everyone’s reaction to it. Kyrie and Patty seem to like all the dresses, Nico seems to hate all of them, and Trish keeps giving her in-depth opinion of every dress.

At the end of the second hour, Lady smiles sympathetically, “I’m sorry but I don’t think I found the dress. Thank you for all your help.”

The sales associate sighs but gives Lady her best customer service smile, “Of course, miss. Please check out our website, we have more dresses on there.” “I will,” Lady says and the group leaves.

Once they leave, Patty announces, “I can’t believe there was not a single dress in that shop that was the one!” Patty turns to Lady and points at her, “But don’t you worry Lady! I will find you the perfect dress for you!”

“Oh don’t worry about that Patty, I did find it,” Lady says casually as she walks down the street.

“Huh?” Patty says as she stops walking. “But you said you didn’t like anything you tried on.” “I know, but was only saying that for the sales associate.”

Patty looks very confused so Lady continues, “I was never going to buy from them, they are way too expensive. We are going to go to a cheaper place to get a dress like the one I found here.” Trish nods and says, “If you take any advice from us, take this: Never buy a wedding dress. You’re only ever going to wear it once so just rent it. You only go to an expensive place to find the style you want”

Patty nods and writes that statement on her phone to save it for the future. The group heads to a cheaper wedding dress outlet. They spend a couple of minutes scanning the racks for the dress and once they find it, Lady quickly tries it on. It fits her perfectly. She steps out of the dressing room to show it off. Everyone loves it, of course so Lady quickly pays to rent it. 

It’s an off the shoulder long-sleeved wedding dress. The sleeves are made of lace and there is a slit in the middle of the chest. The skirt is long and flowing but not too much that she couldn’t run around it is if she wanted to. 

Once she is finished, Lady heads back over to them with the dress in its bag and says, “Okay so next, bridesmaid outfits. We’re going to head to the mall. Now all I require is red, I mean it this time. You get to pick whatever, any type of dress or suit you want, as long as it's red. Any questions?”

Nico raises her hand, “Yes Nico?”

“Is this a completion of who finds the best dress?” Nico asks, very seriously.

“It’s...not supposed to be,” Lady replies, a bit taken aback.

“Can it be?”

Lady pauses for a minute and ponders the idea before deciding: “Yeah sure, why not? The winner gets the first slice of cake after Dante and me. Once we get to the mall, you will have two hours to find your dress”

“Oh, you guys are so going down!” Patty announces, “If there is anyone here who knows pretty dresses, it’s me!”

Nico shakes her head, “You have no idea how much I live for competition, little girl. I’m going to win this.”

“Please, neither of you two know fashion like me,” Trish says smugly.

“I don’t think making this a competition was a good idea…” Kyrie mutters but Lady waves it off.

They head to the mall and Trish, Patty and Nico immediately run off in different directions. Lady laughs and Kyrie nervously laughs. 

“Oh don’t worry about them Kyrie, it’s all in good fun,” Lady reassures.

Kyrie nods, “If you say so, then I shall be off to find my dress. What will you be doing?” Kyrie asks.

“I’m going to get an hour-long massage and then get my nails done.”

Kyrie smiles, “I’ll leave you to it, enjoy your relaxation time!” Kyrie says before walking off to find her dress.

As the other girls rushed from store to store, fitting room to fitting room, Lady had a very nice massage and has her nails painted a nice velvet red.

As soon as Lady stepped out of the nail salon, Trish and Patty ran right up to her, looks of excitement on their face. A few seconds later, Nico turned the corner with Kyrie, walking much slower than Lady expected. She figures Kyrie calmed down Nico.

All four of them were holding different colored garment bags and had wide grins on their face.

“Alright, ladies.” Lady claps her hands together, “Show me what you got.”

Nico is the first to go, showing off a dark red strapless floor-length dress with a sash around the waist that ties into a bow. Lady is impressed, she expected Nico to have something much more ornate but it was still a pretty gown.

“Very nice Nico. Patty, you are up.”

“I present to you the most amazing red dress in the world!” Patty reveals a sequin short sleeve with a puffy tutu skirt. She also shows off a making red headband with a bow.

“Very fancy, very you. Kyrie?”

Kyrie nods and shows off her long-sleeve light red mermaid dress. It looks similar to her normal white dress but with fewer details and no puffy shoulders.

“Ooo, I like it. And last but not least, Trish.” Trish smirks, “Well, as your maid of honor, I didn’t want to upstage you but I also wanted to look better than everyone else.” Patty rolls her eyes at that statement. “So behold.” Trish reveals her dress. It is velvet red. The right side has a long red lace sleeve while the left side has no sleeve. The back is slightly see-through and also made of lace. The rest of the dress is silk. There are studs of fake diamonds on the right shoulder and a small slit at the bottom.

Lady looks over the four dresses very slowly and carefully that Patty can’t help but laugh. After a few minutes, Lady clasps her hands together and announces, “I have made my choice. It was tough since you guys have such good taste but I am going to have to go with…” Lady pauses for dramatic until she smiles and points at Trish, “Trish.”

Trish smiles in triumph as Nico and Patty groan in defeat. Kyrie pats their backs in comfort.

“I told you ladies, I am the most fashionable of the group.” Trish proclaims.

Lady puts her hand on her shoulder, “Alright, enough gloating. Let’s go home.”

The group agrees and they head back to Devil May Cry, proud that they accomplished their tasks. 

~ The boys were not as lucky.

They also had two tasks that day. Buy their suits and submit the cake order. 

Getting the suits was the easy part. Dante picked an all-black suit, black tie, and black shirt while Nero and Morrison picked out matching red suits.

“Isn’t it funny Nero?” Dante says as he stands behind Nero in line. 

“What is?” Nero answers as he finishes paying for his suit.

Dante steps forward and puts his suit on the counter, “Well Morrison and I were groomsmen at your wedding and now you two are groomsmen at my wedding.”

“Nah it’s sad. We have no friends” Nero teases.

“Eh, fewer people to keep track of,” Dante replies while he pays for his suit. Dante’s tone is almost joking, almost so no one laughs. The quiet is a bit uncomfortable and they don’t talk until they get out of the suit shop.

What actually breaks the silence is Dante’s phone buzzing. Dante pulls out his phone and sees a text from Lady.

Don’t forget, you need both the order slip and the money for the cake.

Dante chuckles and shakes his head as he texts back: Of course, I didn’t forget.

“Who’s that?” Nero asks curiously. 

“Lady. She thinks she has to remind me to do simple tasks like forgetting the deposit or the order slip.” He gently hits Nero’s chest, “Nero, pass me the order slip.”

“Huh? I don’t have it.”

Dante stops walking, “What do you mean you don’t have it? I gave it to you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Dante and Nero have a bit of a staring contest before Dante turns to Morrison, “Please tell me you have the money.”

Morrison smirks and pulls out a small manila envelope, “Someone has to be on top of things.”

Dante sighs, “Alright, Nero, run back to the shop and meet at the bakery. Please get the slip before Lady gets back.”

Nero nods, “I got you, I got you.” Nero runs off and transforms his arm into a floating skateboard before taking off. 

Dante walks the rest of the way with his head down, hoping that Lady somehow got off schedule for the first time in her life.

About 10 minutes later, Nero returns, waving the piece of paper in his hand, “I got it and no puddle stains.” “Thanks, Nero. … Wait, why did you bring up a puddle?” Dante says nervously.

“No reason,” Nero quickly backtracks.

Dante, still eyeing Nero suspiciously, heads into the bakery. It is thankfully empty, the only person in the building is the young man behind the counter.

“Sup man, I am here to make a wedding cake order,” Dante says as he puts the order slip on the table. The young man, looking like he is in his late teens, nods and takes the order slip. He reads it over before walking over to the iPad-like cash register. He pushes some choices for the screen then fronts. He does it again, the frown deepens. He does it a third time and then turns to Dante and asks, “Are you sure this is the correct store?”

Dante dumbfounded, replies with as much confidence as a young boy who just got caught peeking at his Christmas presents, “Yes?” 

The kid nods and walks in the back. Dante finds himself sweating.

“Are you sure we’re in the right store?” Nero asks.

“This is where Lady told me to go,” Dante replies

“Maybe it’s this chain but a different location.” Morrison offers.

“God I hope not.”

The teen comes back with an older looking gentleman who Dante assumes is the manager. They head to the iPad cash register. The teenager plugs in something again to show the manager. The manager pauses for a minute before going, “aha!”

The manager swipes his card and then types something different into the machine that Dante cannot see. He walks over to Dante and smiles, “Sorry about the inconvenience sir but your order has now been completely processed.”

Dante sighs of relief and slides the envelope to the manager. “That is great to hear.”

As soon as Dante gets the receipt, he quickly leaves the sword, hoping his heart will stop racing from the embarrassment. 

“Well, that was an overly complicated day, I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Dante says before walking off, not waiting for a reply. 

When Dante gets back to the shop, he sees Lady leaning against his desk. She smirks when they make eye contact. He walks over, tossing his jacket and suit on the couch on the way, and wraps his arms around her waist.

Lady gives him a quick peck before asking, “How did your day go?”

“Oh pretty well. We got the suits and the cake.” “No issues?” “Of course not! This is me we are talking about!”

“Oh, you had no issues getting the cake without the slip.” Dante pauses and narrows his eyes, “Who told?”

“The slip was on your desk when I got home then two minutes later, Nero ran in to get it,”

Dante sighs and pouts, “Don’t be mad.” “Oh, I am not mad, I am just going to make fun of you for it for the rest of our lives.”

“Yeah, I figured, I can’t wait to marry you,” Dante says before kissing Lady again.

~

Thankfully, the rest of the party planning went smoothly. Trish did almost all the work, only going to Lady to get things approved. Dante was, of course, stuck with the bill. 

Dante did have one happy surprise and one he was not expecting.

Enzo slammed open and marched over to Dante, “Hey kid! Why the hell was I not invited to your wedding? 

Dante was stunned. He hadn’t seen Enzo in years, something about working with a witch or something. He wasn’t even sure how Enzo even found out about the wedding. He had so many things he wanted to say to him, and yet all he could do was a gap at him like a fish.

Finally, he said, “Do you want to officiate the wedding.”

Enzo smiles, “Sounds like a plan.” The two shook hands and headed to the nearest bar to catch up.

Lady watched the entire exchange in pure amusement at the top of the stairs. She didn’t even care that Dante didn’t ask her if he could do this. It was nice to see Dante genuinely happy.

A few hours later, the two return with a couple of beers in their system. Dante introduced Lady to Enzo and the two got along quite well. They spent the night teasing Dante and sharing stories at his expense but Dante didn’t mind. 

This was the only time he was glad his future met his past.

~

The wedding took place on the roof of Devil May Cry. It was a cool summer day. On the left side of the roof were chairs and, in front of the chairs was a lace canopy with flowers. On the right side were food, drinks, and a stereo.

Dante could barely hold back the tears when he saw Lady walking down the aisle. Nero playfully elbowed him and handed him a tissue. The usual best man duties.

“Welcome everyone to see the union of this demon-spawn and this woman.” Dante playfully glared at Enzo but let him continue. He smiles at Lady whose beauty distracts him from Enzo’s teasing.

Lady goes through most of the wedding without trying but cracks when they got to the vows.

“Lady, they say that when you meet your soulmate, you get shot through the heart. You, who hates convention, shot me in the head,” Dante pauses as the other laughs, “but that’s what I love about you. You do what you want, say what you want, and live as you want. I am so happy that you let me into my life and now are agreeing to be my bride. I was spend all my life with you, protect you, share my pizza, anything to make you happy. I never cared about the future until I met you. Now I can’t wait for it.”

Lady took a moment to compose herself before speaking: “Oh Dante, I never thought this day would come. I use to not care if I woke up or not because I didn’t think life was that meaningful after my mother died but now, you give me meaning. You push me, tease me and make me want to live life. I am so happy to have found you, even if it was in a demon tower your brother summoned. I love you, so, so much. Now I would say more but I want to kiss you.”

Enzo chuckles, “Well by the power vested in me, kiss already.” The two share a kiss as all their friends cheer. After throwing rice at them and exchanging hugs, the DMC crew parties the night away, except for Patty who left with her mother at 10.

Once their guests leave, Dante and Lady head to bed to sleep off their hangovers before having to go to the airport for the two-week honeymoon.

Dante stares at the ceiling before falling asleep, hoping his mother is watching him now and is proud of him for finally having s family again.

~

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[icequeenoriginal]

What if you made a fanfic where bowceit puts a spell on roman where roman sees bowceit as virgil and virgil as bowceit

Author’s Note: I am so so so so so so so sorry. You asked this over a year ago, maybe longer but I got so distracted that I did not get to it until now. I was never going to abandon this, even if the AU is basically over. I hope it was worth the wait. I love the prompt by the way.

Mario AU belongs to @sugarglider-s

A03 link 

Warning: Brainwashing, mistaken identity, misunderstanding, fighting, villain but sympathetic Deceit, crying, yelling (Let me know if I missed anything)

Pairings: Prinxiety and Logicality 

Title: The Original is Always Better

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It was supposed to be a fun day.

It was rare for Patton’s and Roman’s free days to line up with one another, even rarer for Patton’s, Logan’s, Virgil’s, and Roman’s free days to line up but on a Saturday at the end of the month, the stars finally aligned for such a thing to occur. They would have to thanks Remy next time they see him. 

Patton had come up with an idea for them to have a picnic on Emile’s island. They could make a whole trip out of it. They could visit Emile, swim in the ocean, lay on the beach. 

“That sounds like a perfect idea dear,” Logan replied, which made Patton smile and blush.

Roman nodded, “I can bring my beach ball, I haven’t used it in ages!”

“Could be nice to get some sun for once,” Virgil added.

And so the day was set, they would leave before sunrise in Patton’s pink plane. That way they could get as much of the day in as possible and a certain snake wouldn’t see them leaving the Mushroom Kingdom.

Patton and Logan spent the day before preparing the food as well as packing. Roman and Virgil meanwhile, came up with games as they packed. 

It was going to be a great day.

Keyword: Was.

~

As the main four were happily planning their getaway, Bowciet was sulking in his throne room, nothing his servants weren’t used to. 

He had suffered another bitter defeat by the Sarcastic Brothers. Plan after plan, he could never win. He would get so close and those annoying jumping brothers would always stupidly find a way to beat him. 

And the worst part? After they were rescued, the princes would go on and on about how they were so happy that they were saved by their wonderful boyfriends.

“What do those princes even see in those two lowlife peasants plumbers anyway?!” Bowciet exclaimed.

“Because they’re cool?” A Gomba suggested.

“Because they are kind?” A Koopa offered.

“Because they don’t kidnap them?” A hammer bro adds.

Bowciet growled and blew fire at them, making them run out of the room in pain and fear. Bowciet slumps back into his chair.

What his minions said was absolutely ridiculous. They were completely not cool, cool people do not ruin the plans of a king! They were both a four at best and they weren’t THAT strong. Logan could jump pretty high sure, but he was as boring as a textbook. How could Prince Patton ever be attracted to that? And Virgil, an anxious freak who jumps at his own shadow, Roman likes that?

Bowceit knew he would be a much better match for the princes but they never give him a chance to prove it. They usually turn their back to him when he puts them in their cells and ignores him. How rude of them. 

No matter how many presents and compliments he gives, they never give him a chance. Roman even had to gall say they both could not stand the sight of him.

Wait.

They could not stand the sight of him.

But they could stand the sight of those plumbers.

Bowciet smirked, his newest plan was forming in his mind. 

He summoned a Magikoopa to his throne room.

“Yes, your majesty?” The Magikoopa said as it entered the room.

“I need you to make me a spell, as quickly as possible.”“What kind, your majesty?”Bowceit smirked, “Illusion”

~

As much as Virgil hates getting out of bed early, and boy does he hate it, he was very happy to find out that the seats on Patton’s plane leaned as flatly as possible. He sleeps through the entire plane ride with Roman run his fingers through his hair. Virgil breathes in Roman’s scent. He smells like the flowers in his garden and the tea he makes. Mainly honeysuckle and strawberry, it causes Virgil to dream of running through the fields with Roman. It is them alone, with only the flower-covered valleys and the warm sun. 

In his dream, Roman’s smile rivals the sun, as if it doesn’t do that in the real world. Dream Roman runs a bit of head, a gap is starting to form between them. It made Virgil a bit nervous but Roman only looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Follow me!” Dream Roman shouts happily, “Don’t stop following me.”“Never” Virgil whispers.After a few more minutes of Virgil chasing Dream Roman, Dream Roman stops and stands in the middle of the endless field. 

Virgil stops a few feet behind him and pants, trying to catch his breath. Dream Roman turns to face him and lifts up Virgil’s chin gently. Virgil blushes and Dream Roman smiles at him.

Dream Roman smiles back and says, “It’s time to wake up Virgil.”

The dream ends as Virgil begins to blink, he feels someone is shaking him awake. He turns to the source of the shaking before immediately freezing when seeing how close Roman’s face is to his.

It did not matter that this was how Virgil normally wakes up, Roman always makes him freeze with how beautiful he is. Virgil can’t help himself as he scans every feature of Roman’s face as if he was seeing Roman for the first time.

Roman smiles softly at him, flashing his pearly white teeth, “Hey sleepyhead, we are here.”

Virgil nods quickly, face completely red with blush. “T-Thanks Ro.”

Roman kisses his forehead before pulling him up and out of his seat. Virgil can barely keep up as Roman runs out of the plane, having to hold down his hat as they go. 

Virgil has to squint when the light suddenly hits his eyes. Once his eyes adjust, he gasps at the sight in front of him. The beach sand is crystal white and very warm when Virgil touches it. The water is cyan blue, so clear that you can see the fish swim through it. The palm trees are ten times Virgil high with huge lush leaves. It wasn’t like Virgil hadn’t been to Emile’s island before but you don’t really have time to stop and smell the roses when an evil snake monster kidnaps your boyfriend.

Patton quickly rips off his shirt and jumps into the ocean to swim around, having changed into his swimsuit on the plane. Logan soon joins him, making sure to put out the picnic blanket and the picnic basket.

Virgil yawns, “I think I’m going to take another nap. The warm sand is just too tempting.”Roman giggles, “Okay then babe. I’m going to make a sandcastle next to you then.”Virgil had to physically stop himself from swooning. He knew that Roman had a bunch of stuff planned for them to do together and Virgil knew that Roman generally did not want to give up what he comes up with but he always does it for Virgil. Virgil is always his priority. 

Virgil pulls Roman into a kiss before laying down. 

Roman blushes, “What was that for?” Virgil wasn’t always one to initiate kisses.

Virgil covers his face with his hat to block out the sun and to hide his blush, “Just felt like it.”

Roman smiles at Virgil, his heart soaring with love for his boyfriend. Virgil always found a way to be sweet without trying. It was one of the things Roman loved about him.

~

Virgil woke up again to someone shaking him. This time it was his brother so Virgil was far less jumpy this time.

“What’s up, bro?” Virgil asked sleepily 

“We are about to eat lunch and I figured you would want some,” Logan replies 

“Lunchtime? How long have I been asleep?”

“You slept through the entire morning.”

“Did I miss anything?”“You missed Roman joining us in the ocean then he and Patton make this giant sandcastle,” Logan says as he points to a sandcastle that is about two stories tall. It looks like a miniature version of Patton’s castle except on the front, instead of a glass window with Patton holding a rose, it is a drawing of Patton and Roman made into the sand. Roman peeks his head out of the sand castle’s window and waves, “Virgil! My love! You are awake! Look what we made!” 

Virgil’s eyes widen in shock at how big the castle is and how it can hold both Roman and Patton. Roman does not seem to notice this as he exits the sandcastle with Patton.

They all sit on the picnic blanket and Patton serves the food. They eat are given their favorite sandwiches and favorite kind of chips. Patton also packed potato and macaroni salad for them all to share. 

“What do you guys want to do next?” Roman asks between bites.

“Hmm…Oh! What if we went for a walk around the island?” Patton suggests.

“That sounds absolutely wonderful Patton! I have been meaning to take note of the flowers around here to expand my garden!” Roman replies

Virgil snickers, “Do you even have any garden space left Princey?”

Roman waves him off, “I can just start a fourth garden.”“FOURTH?!”

“Instead of debating Roman’s plant obsession, we should finish our lunch so we can begin our walk,” Logan says while waving his hand to silence his brother and his brother’s boyfriend.

The other three nod in agreement and eat their food in relative silence.

~

Once they pack up their things and changed on Patton’s plane, the four head deeper into the island. They pass by plants and bushes that are twice their size but they oddly seem to be walking on a mostly clear path. Roman runs a bit ahead, hardly able to contain his squeals as he sees all the plants in front of him. He scribes a quick drawing of them into his little orange notebook. Virgil is standing next to him, holding his umbrella and smiling at his boyfriend’s antics. He adored Roman’s passion and will do anything to not let that fire die.

Eventually, the four come across an empty field. It has patches of leaves all around it. They all look at one another, something feels off. It seemed too quiet, none of them were used to pure quiet.

Patton squats in front of one of the patches of leaves. “It looks like the bed Emile has.”

Logan nods “The Emiles must collect leaves and make beds that they sleep on.”

“Why aren’t any of them here?” Virgil asks, nervousness creeping into his voice. 

“They might all be doing something right now.” Roman offers, hoping to calm his boyfriend.

No one else replied, there was no way it was something as simple as that, it never was. Patton moves to investigate another pile of leaves when it suddenly begins to shake. Before Patton can react, a Goomba jumps out, causing Patton to yelp. Patton falls on his back as the Goomba lands just by his head. Logan quickly stomps on it and helps Patton up.

Two dozen more Goomba jumps out from under the other piles of leaves surround the four of them. The four each take out six Goombas but don’t have time to celebrate when more of Bowceit’s minions surround them. 

Roman bursts into laughter “No originality Bowceit? Oh well! I’m going to make this fun for me! Whoever defeats the most minions gets the first swing on Bowceit!”Logan, Virgil, and Patton all exchange a look before all smiling and nodding. Unbeknownst to them, Bowceit was smiling too, his plan was working exactly as he expected. 

The four fought the Koopas, not noticing that they were being moved further and further away from each other. They push Logan and Virgil to one side of the field and Patton and Roman to the other side. Once they were where Bowceit wanted them, he sent Hammer Bros. towards them.  They throw their hammers between the two groups, forcing all four of them to be on their own and surrounded by Koopas. 

Bowceit smirks and walks out from behind the tree, receiving glares from all of them. “Well, well, well…look what the Koopas dragged in.”

All four of them groan, making Bowceit hiss at all of them. “Rude.”

“What do you want Bowceit, this time?” Logan says, annoyance and bitterness dripping from his mouth. 

“Oh please Logan, as if you do not know,” Bowceit replies as he looks at his gloved fingers.

Logan rolls eyes, “Of course…well since you are up to your old tricks, I might as well use mine!” Logan then jumps up in the air, well over the enemies. He lands a punch square into Bowceit’s jaw. As the two begin to scuffle, Virgil takes out the Koopas on their side to go help Logan fight Bowceit. 

On the other side, Roman starts to take out the Koopas near him. That is when he notices that the Koopas near him and Patton are running towards Virgil. Roman immediately feels suspicious. Bowceit normally sends the most amount of Koopas at Roman. He looks around and that’s when he spots it.

A magikoopa, directly diagonal from Patton waving its wand, ready to cast a spell. Roman runs to Patton as fast as he can.

“PATTON!” Roman yellsPatton turns to him confused, “Huh?!”The magikoopa fires the spell.

Roman shoves Patton out of the way and yells in pain as the spell hits him and knocks him to the ground. 

“ROMAN!” Virgil shouts and jumps over the group of Koopas. Logan kicks Bowceit away from and turns to the group of Koopas, ready to take them out so they can’t stop Virgil. He pauses, confused when he sees that they are not following Virgil, just standing. Logan turns his head to Bowceit and sees him smirking. 

Virgil quickly helps Roman up, “Ro! Are you alright?”

Roman blinks at him before grabbing his arm and throwing him across the field. Everyone but Bowceit freezes in shock. Virgil hits a tree and rubs the back of his head in confusion.”

Bowceit smiles, “Not the one I was intending,” Bowceit shrugs, “But I can’t complain!” Bowceit walks to Roman and smiles, opening his arms. “Excellent throw my dear”

Roman giggles and blushes. Bowceit takes cups his face and Roman leans into his touch, shattering Virgil’s heart.

Bowceit turns his head to Virgil with the evilest grin on his face as he carcasses Roman’s cheek. 

Virgil went numb. 

Virgil will be the first to admit he has a lot of fears. Some odd like jumping too high he gets lost in space and some serious like burning to death in lava. This, however, was worse than any fear of his.

Bowceit winning. 

He had gotten one of the princes. His prince. His Princey. And Roman looked happy in his arms. Roman’s normally kind and playful grin was replaced by a devilish and evil grin. And his eyes…

Oh god, his eyes.

One thing Virgil loved to do was just stare into Roman’s eyes. Roman’s eyes are normally warm, brown, and playful. His eyes now…they were ice blue. Piercing ice blue that sent daggers into Virgil’s heart. 

Bowceit picks up Roman bride style pulling the giggling prince close. Bowceit sends him a wink and runs off with Roman. 

Logan, who has been frozen in shock the entire time, takes a step forward only to have to dodge a hammer throw at his head. Logan narrows his eyes at them but something purple catches his eyes.

Logan sees his brother shaking, on the verge of tears. Logan is livid. He jumps up and stomps down hard on two Goombas. He angrily but silently takes out the rest of Bowceit’s minion in the area. Logan is panting by the time he is finished but ignores it to run over and check on Virgil.

Virgil clings onto his brother as he tries to get himself to breathe. This was not the time to panic, but it was also the perfect time to panic. Did this have to be Virgil’s life right now?

It took a while but Virgil was finally able to get his breathing normal enough to think straight. Patton made sure to give him a big hug just to make sure.

“Okay, okay,” Virgil pulls away from him “So what the heck just happened?!”“Language!” Patton shouted. Just because it is a stressful situation does not mean he will be allowed to curse.

Virgil blinked at him before shaking his head, “What happened to Roman?”

Logan pauses for a moment before replying, “Clearly, he has been brainwashed in some way. Most likely by whatever that spell was.”

“Right, right, great, great! Now how do we fix it?!” Virgil asks, already feeling his panic returning. 

“Well, it’s a spell, right? We need to find a magikoopa,” Logan offered.

Virgil nods, “Right, right. That makes sense. Of course, it makes sense. Is it always this hard to breathe?” Virgil says as he pants.

Patton pats his back as Virgil tries again to catch his breath. 

Logan puts his hands on Virgil’s shoulders, “Virgil. You are my brother. I will do anything for you. I will get Roman back.”

Virgil smiles and puts his hand on one of Logan’s hands, “Thanks bro, now let’s go kick some magikoopa butt!”

~Roman laughs as “Virgil” carries him through the island. “Virgil” jumped through the air, making Roman hold onto him tightly.

This was surprising to Roman. Virgil was never this energetic after a fight Bowceit. Though, to be fair to him, this time did not require traveling through nine different worlds to get to said fight. 

Roman was happy about this small change. Normally his poor stormcloud would be too drained to want to do anything but cuddle in their shared bed. Roman wouldn’t mind if it was because Virgil enjoyed it, he minded that it was the only thing his love could physically do that did not strain his body.

Well, now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to admire “Virgil’s” jumping skills. He knew both Logan and Virgil hated their jumping ability but that did not make it any less impressive. Though, Roman did think it was odd that “Virgil” seemed to land so loudly. He figured Virgil would be the lightest on his feet, after Patton and him of course. You can’t spend your youth dancing and not be.

Roman had no time to think about it as he gasps, nearly jumping out of “Virgil’s” arm. “Virgil” stops moving to prevent Roman from falling out of his arms. 

“Stop! Stop here!” Roman demands.

Bowceit raises an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Look at those flowers!” Roman untangles himself from “Virgil’s” arms and motions to the flower field in front of him, “I have never seen such amazing and huge flowers!”

Bowceit would admit that the flowers in question were…okay looking. They were very tall with bright pink flower petals. The petals were very vibrant pink with white accents. Bowceit feels his piranha plants were much nicer.

“We have to see more of it!” Roman shouts as he points to the field. 

“Maybe later, I have something much more fun in mind.”

Bowceit had a plan. He would convince Roman to come back to his castle and marry “Virgil”.

“What could be more fun than this?” Roman asked perplexed. What could be more them than running through a flower field and fall into each other’s arms only to stay there and watch the sunset?

“Well I was thinking we could go to Bowceit’s castle–” Bowceit begins only for Roman to cut him off.

“Pffft, we spend enough time there, too much time in my opinion,” Roman says with a laugh. 

Bowceit did his best to hide his annoyance with that statement. The spell may make him look and sounds like Virgil but unless he acted Virgil, there was a chance Roman could peek through. 

“Yeah but you knocked him out, maybe we could trash the place?”

Roman made a very perplexed face and Bowceit sucked in his breath. After a few moments, Roman bursts into laughter. “We do that too much too. Come onnnn, please?”

“I just…had a funny prank idea we could pull on him!” “Virgil pushed.

“I promise we can do that next time but when are we going to have a quiet moment and who knows how long these flowers again?”Bowceit did not have time for this. Another problem with the spell was that it only lasted until the sun went down. That is what he gets for rushing the creation of the spell but he wanted this done today. So much for being eager.

How would Virgil react to Roman’s begging? He knew virtually nothing about the younger plumber due to not caring to. The only thing he knew was he got upset easily which either led to tears or him getting punched in the face by the purple plumber. 

He did once overhear Roman describing a painting Virgil apparently did for him to Patton when they were both in his dungeon but he doubted it could help him in this situation. Unless…

“Alright, but just long enough for me to get a…drawing in,” “Virgil” replies, almost hesitantly. 

Luckily for him, Roman’s pleading face morphs into a soft accepting smile, “Of course dear. Then we can do whatever you want afterward.”

Bowceit smirks, “Excellent.”~

A magikoopa was flying peacefully when a green shell suddenly came flying at it. The magikoopa had no time to react before it was knocked right off of its broom and falls to the ground. 

The magikoopa screams as it went tumbling to the ground. It hit the ground with a thud and it grips its head in pain. 

Once its vision cleared, it gasps as it sees it is surrounded by a very angry Virgil, Logan, and Patton. All three of their arms are crossed and they are glaring daggers into the magikoopa.

The magikoopa scrambles onto its butt as it looks at the trio, absolutely terrified. Before it can try to escape, Virgil grabs it by the robe and drags it to make it face to face with him. 

It squeaks, “Don’t hurt me! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Virgil growls out, “You were there! You cast a spell on Roman! Now tell me what you did to him!” 

As Virgil is talking, Logan walks around him to be behind the magikoopa. “Just so you know, Patton and I won’t hold him back.”

“In fact, we will help,” Patton says, his voice sounding like a horror movie villain.

The magikoopa began to sweat profusely. “It-it was an illusion spell!” it squeaks out.

“What kind of illusion spell?” Virgil asks, tightening his grip on the Magikoopa’s robe.

“It made Bowceit look like you and you look like Bowceit to Prince Roman! If it hit Prince Patton, it would have done the thing to Logan!”

 “That must be why Roman attacked you when you touched him,” Logan says as he rubs his chin in thought.

“Alright so now tell us how to break the spell!” Virgil shouts. 

“I am not telling you anything!” the magikoopa says, acting as if its voice was not completely shaky.

However, before Virgil could do anything, Patton rips the magikoopa away from him.

Patton glares at the magikoopa with nothing but malice with his eyes. “You are going to tell him so we can save my best friend or you are going to deal with me,”

“Like you can hurt a fly!” The magikoopa barks at Patton.

“I only hurt those who deserve it, and you for one, deserve a lot.” Patton throws the magikoopa to the ground in anger. He pulls out his umbrella and swings it down on the magikoopa.

“WAIT!” the magikoopa screams.

Patton stops just as the umbrella is about to hit him. “Yes?”“I’ll tell you everything! I swear!” the magikoopa pleads, getting on its hands and knees.

“Then start talking,” Patton says with a glare. 

“There is no way to break the spell!” Patton winds up to swing again.

“BUT! THERE’S A BUT!” the magikoopa “The spell will end when the sun goes down! His plan is to marry the prince before then as you!”

“Anything else?” Patton asks

“Bowceit Jr. made me come up with a spell to make himself taller.” the magikoopa replies, looking down at the ground in shame before bursting into tears. 

The three of them look at each other, very uncomfortable. They slowly back away from the crying magikoopa and head off to find Roman.

~

Roman had a great time in the flower field. He was able to collect some seeds of the flower and have a nice walk through the field with “Virgil”.

Though “Virgil” seemed to be awfully quiet, not having anything to say to him.

It strikes Roman as odd. Sure, Virgil was always one to keep to himself. When Roman would boast and brag to his Thomases and Talyns, Virgil would walk silently next to him with a smile on his face as he intently listens to whatever Roman has to say.

However, when they are alone, Virgil becomes the more talkative one. He would go on about his adventure with Logan, his ideas for songs, and anything that was on his mind. 

Roman figures that something must be wrong. With him being uncharacteristically pushy earlier and with him not saying anything, there must be something going on in his mind. 

“Mind if we rest in the tree for a bit? My legs are a bit sore.” Roman asks while pointing at a tall tree.

“Virgil” shrugs and follows him. Bowceit knew it was a bit late in the afternoon but he was sure they still had enough time to complete his plan. He goes to sit next to the tree but stops to watch Roman climb the tree. 

“What are you doing?” “Virgil” asks.

Roman stops his climbing. “What does it look like? I’m sitting in the tree.” Roman replies, almost laughing.  

“But why?”

“Because we always sit in trees together?” Roman replies, looking very confused. 

“Oh? Oh! Of course! Sorry, I completely forgot.” “Virgil” scrambles up the tree after him. Roman continues to climb up confused. 

Roman sits on a high branch that overlooks the island. Bowceit could see that the sun was beginning to go down. He frowns, he is running out of time. He was nowhere near his castle with the wedding chapel. He doubts that there were any wedding chapels on Emile’s Island, there were hardly any buildings at all.

“Alright, what is wrong? Don’t tell me it’s nothing, you wouldn’t be frowning if something wasn’t wrong.” Roman asks, his arms crossed so there was no room for discussion. 

Bowceit was stuck. He began patting his sides nervously, it was a habit he has always had ever since he was younger. 

As he was doing that, he felt a small box in his pocket. The ring! He had completely forgotten that he had it on him with everything going on. 

Bowceit tried to hide his shock at discovering the ring but he clearly did not do it well as Roman cups his face. 

“Stormcloud, tell me, please. You know you can tell me, anything babe.” Roman asks gently. 

Bowceit’s finger’s rest of the ring box. This was his last shot. 

“I have something to ask you,” “Virgil” asks as he slips his hand into his pocket. 

Roman is confused, he knew Virgil put his hands in his pockets when he was nervous but he had no idea what was making Virgil nervous. 

“Will you…?”

“Will I?”“Will you…tell me why you like me?” 

Bowceit didn’t know what possessed him to ask that question. It was always lingering in his mind. Why them and not him? He was a king after all! With minions and a huge castle,  not to mention very adorable children. So why did the princes date the plumbers? They are plumbers, what exactly do they have to offer?

Roman’s frown was deep that Bowceit was so sure that it would cause permanent frown lines. He takes a deep breath and says, “Okay, I am only going to say this once more. So make sure it stays in your brain this time because you know I hate repeating myself.” Roman emphasis his point by poking “Virgil” forehead. 

“Alright, alright, I get it.” “Virgil” replies, waving Roman off, “Just tell me.”

Roman makes a show of clearing his throat, tapping his chest, and do some vocal exercises. “Alright. First off, I demand as your prince and loving boyfriend that you never doubt our relationship again. I know you get anxious about a lot of things but we should not be one of them, my stormcloud. I adore you. I love how cautious you are but are still willing to jump over literal lava when I am kidnapped. You are strong and a hero. But that is not all I like. I like it when you sing when we sit together under a tree and read a book. I like doing nothing and everything with you because it is you. You are an amazing artist and musician. You are an amazing brother and boyfriend.”

Bowceit is shocked, to say the least. He has never heard Roman talk this soft or sweetly. The ring felt heavy in his hand.

“And secondly, I don’t just like you, I love you.” Roman says as he puts his hand on “Virgil”’s hand that is resting on the tree branch. 

Bowceit looks down at their hands before looking up at Roman’s face. He is smiling, the most loving smile Roman had ever given him. Roman’s now blue eyes seemed to shimmer with joy and love.  

This is all he ever wanted from the prince. And yet…

It felt wrong. This was wrong. 

He squeezed the ring box. He had to make a choice. 

~

As this was happening; Logan, Patton, and Virgil seemed to be running around like chickens that have lost their heads. They first headed straight for Bowceit’s castle after talking with the magikoopa. They were shocked when they did not find Roman but rather the danger noodles making a gigantic pillow fort in their father’s throne room.

They headed from world to world afterward but they could not seem to find Roman anywhere. They made it back to the Mushroom Kingdom before deciding to take a breather. 

Once they arrive, Virgil walks up to the closet tree and punches it. He immediately regrets this action as his anger quickly turns into pain. He sticks his wounded fist into his mouth to silence any curse words that threaten to escape. 

Patton pulls him into a hug, gently rubbing his back. He rocks Virgil back and forth in an attempt to soothe him. Virgil tears up, though he is not sure if it is because of the pain or the sadness he has been trying to suppress all day. 

Once the pain dulls, Virgil pulls away from Patton, and Patton lets him go. Virgil tends to pace when he needs to calm his mind down. 

Virgil paces in front of Patton’s castle, almost biting his nails but stopping when he remembers he has gloves on. “AGH! Where could they possibly be?!” Virgil shouts in anger.

“We will find them, Virgil,” Logan replies.

“No, no. No, we won’t!”“Virgil–”

“No, no Logan, don’t you dare! Don’t tell me we will! Because we have looked everywhere! We went to every Zone, fuck, we’ve been to his castle! And even if we do find them, they probably are already married. That’s probably why we can’t find them because they’re on their goddamn honeymoon! It’s over! He’s gone!”

Virgil pauses, the weight of his words hit him, “He’s gone…I lost him.” He nearly fell backward from it. He begins to hug himself, trying to catch his breath. 

Logan is completely lost. He wants to reassure his brother but he doesn’t know what he could possibly say to help him. He had no logical positive explanation. The logical explanation is that Virgil is right. He did not know what to do. 

Luckily, Patton does. 

“So you’re just going to give up?” Patton says, making the two brothers turn to him. His pink sleeved arms arm crossed and he is glaring at the pair. 

“You guys are only heroes when it’s easy for you? Now that you’re in a hard spot you’re just going to stop?” Patton says angrily 

“Well, dear, there is not–” Logan starts but Patton silences him with a hand raise. 

“Don’t ‘dear’ me! And don’t you dare say there is nothing you can do! What would Roman say? What would Roman DO? Do you think he just sits around and waits for you guys to save him?’“No…” Virgil replies “He never gives up. H-He would keep trying…”

“That’s right! So you need to do that too!” 

Virgil is silent for a few seconds before standing up straight, “You’re right…”

“What was that?” Patton says, his face morphing into a smile. 

“You’re right!” Virgil shouts, determination coming back to him, “I am not going to give up! Because I am not a quitter!”

“That’s right! So what are you going to do?!”

“I’M GOING TO BREAK BOWCEIT’S FACE!”Patton blinks at him, “…What else are you going to do?”

“Oh uh save Roman. THEN BREAK HIS FACE!”

“Okay, kiddo.”

“I WILL SEARCH EACH ENDS OF THE EARTH AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE TO BREAK THAT UGLY SNAKE’S FACE!”

“Maybe you won’t have to,” Logan chimes in. 

Both Virgil and Patton turn to him and say, “Huh?” 

“Think about it, where was the first place we checked when we knew Bowceit had Roman?”

“Bowceit’s castle, but he wasn’t there,” Virgil replies, still confused. 

“And when we saw that they were not there, where did we go?”

“To every other place, we know Bowceit has a tower.”

“So that means we didn’t check…?”

“…THE ISLAND! THAT SON OF A BITCH NEVER LEFT THE ISLAND! WE GOT TO GO!” Virgil screams before taking off in a run. 

“Virgil! Kiddo! We have to take the plane!” Patton shouts after him. 

“Oh right.”

~

“Cover your eyes and follow me.” “Virgil” instructs Roman as they climbed out of the tree. Roman raises his eyebrow skeptically but covers his eyes with one hand, using his other hand to take “Virgil’s” hand. 

They walk for a while before Roman hears what sounds like running water. “May I open my eyes now?”

“Not yet, not yet, Count down from..from 300.”

“300?!”

“Virgil” sighs, “Please? For me.”

Roman rolls his eyes behind his hand, “Okay, okay. But this surprise better be worth it. One, two, three…”

Bowceit steps back from Roman with a frown. He shakes his head and runs away as quietly as possible.

He could not believe that he was actually doing this. He should be jumping at this opportunity and fast, the sun was starting to go down. He looks over his shoulder at Roman still counting. He sighs and continues to walk away.  

Damn his stupid conscience.  

~

Once the plane touches the ground on the island, Virgil runs out of it. He is prepared to rip this island to sherds to find his beloved. Luckily he only has to run for a bit before he finds Bowceit. 

He jumps up and goes to punch Bowceit but Bowceit dodges. Virgil lands and gets into a fighting set “You…”

“I’m not here to fight,” Bowceit says putting his hands up in defense. 

Virgil rolls his eyes, “Wow, that’s a first, but I do not care. Where’s Roman?”

“He’s down that path,” points, “He’s fine, just counting.”

“What? Why is he counting?” Virgil asks, prepared to hear something about a bomb. 

“He’s counting down until the spell breaks. Go and get him.” Bowceit says. 

“How do I know you’re not lying?” 

“Because I’m heading to my airship by myself. But don’t believe me, it doesn’t make a difference to me.”

Virgil stares at him, and he can’t find any indication that Bowceit is lying. “…Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t want to win this way.”

Virgil looks at him in utter shock. 

“Oh pick up your jaw from the ground plumber. Don’t read into this. I will marry one of those princes, just not like this.”

Virgil couldn’t hold back his smirk, “Not if my brother and I have anything to say about it.”

Bowceit smirks as well, “We will see.” He salutes Virgil before stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking off. 

Virgil’s smirk morphs into a relieved smile. He takes off to Roman, he’ll break Bowceit’s fave another day. 

~“Three…two…one…” Roman removes his hand “Oh my gosh…”

The lake he had been brought to was surrounded by Evening Primroses and Moonflowers. The sky was filled with bright beautiful stars. Roman smiles at the scene before turning around. Standing behind him is Virgil, staring at him with his bright brown eyes. 

Roman runs over to him and takes his hands. “This place is beautiful. Did you find it on one of your adventures? Wait, don’t tell me. I want to listen to the wonderful sounds of this place.” Roman looks around with a smile before his eyes land back on Roman.

His brown eyes. His soft, warm, and oh so loving brown eyes. 

“Stormcloud, why are you crying?” Roman asks as he cups Virgil’s hand and wipes the tears away with his thumb.

Virgil lets out a watery laugh, “Nothing baby, I just love you so much.”

Roman kisses his nose “And I love you too. And I will always love you.”

Virgil grins, “I know.”

~

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