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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 2 months

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Into the Snake's Den

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Things going missing in a household of four wasn’t uncommon, really. It was normal enough to misplace a sock on laundry day, or get one of your shirts mixed up with someone else’s and never see it again, or misplace one piece of jewellery from a set. Losing things was not out of the ordinary, what was out of the ordinary was just how often it happened for this particular household.

Logan theorised they potentially had borrowers, and if that was the case Patton was content to let them stay, though Roman had always brought up the point that who - or what - ever the culprit was, it was stealing items much too large to be a borrower. Patton had offered the idea that perhaps it was a fairy, or a spirit who lived nearby, in which case the group was even more eager to drop the issue.

That was until something important went missing a few weeks later.

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Warnings: None as far as I'm aware

Pairings: LAMP, DLAMP

Word Count: 4548

Notes:

I wrote this entire thing in one setting with encouragement from some awesome folks in the big bang server - I love you guys, lol.

Honestly, naga!janus in a non-explicit fic is so underrated - I think there really needs to be more snakey cuddles when the opportunity is so perfect, lol.

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“Hey Pat - have you seen my cloak?” Came Virgil’s voice, sounding loudly through the house.

“No, bud, I haven’t seen it!” Patton yelled back as he worked on dinner, “Have you checked with Roman? I know he likes to borrow it sometimes-?”

His voice got quieter as Virgil actually joined him in the kitchen.

“I’ve already asked him,” He said, “Thought you might’ve washed it or something without telling me.”

“Nope… laundry day is tomorrow.” Patton shrugged and Virgil groaned.

“Not again… that was my favourite cloak…” He mumbled, rubbing his face as he practically collapsed into the comfortable sofa next to Logan, who was reading a book on spells.

For the most part, it was things that weren’t really missed. Small things that didn’t matter all that much - little trinkets, an inexpensive belonging, usually something replaceable but personal. Sometimes it was more valuable items, jewellery - stolen especially from Roman and Virgil, who wore it most often - Art supplies from Patton or magical ingredients from Logan.

Less often, but still notably more often than would be considered normal, bigger things went missing. Items of clothing, blankets from their beds, even pillows, occasionally. Other belongings - occasionally personal things too - would go missing too and Patton would find that a portion of whatever he had cooked would go missing as if by magic when he turned his back enough that he had started simply making extra. This had all started about a year ago, too, which leant more to the idea that this was suspicious.

Today, it seemed, Virgil’s cloak had been taken. Patton could only assure him that they would get him a new one next time they went to the market. Nothing that had been taken had ever been returned.

That was until something important went missing a few weeks later.

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“Something’s not right,” Virgil hissed as he shook Logan awake one night. Logan immediately got up, striking a match to light the candle on his nightstand and looking at Virgil - who’s eyes looked black in the dark.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, something’s wrong, I feel it,” He whispered, following Logan as he stood. The others had learned early on in their relationship that Virgil’s intuition was incredibly good; when he said something wasn’t right, he was almost always correct.

Glancing around as Logan paused to think, Logan’s eyes settled on a charcoal drawing that Roman had done of the four of them he kept in a frame, “Have you checked on the others?”

“Yeah - they’re both sleeping,” That was protocol, when Virgil felt that something was off in this way - he’d check on them first.

“Alright, that’s promising - come on, we’ll check the casting room first.” Logan said. It was most likely that if something was wrong, that would be where it originated. A stray potion, a spilled pot of some ingredient messing with the aura of the place - not to mention Logan’s casting orb.

The casting orb was a simple yet fairly rare magic tool - it allowed witches, like Logan, and other magic users - to store certain spells, keeping them constantly in place. The one Logan owned was mostly used to protect their home from any malevolent forces, there was one to grant them luck and it cast a generally positive magical aura that made it easier for all of them to perform their respective magic.

When the pair entered the room, Virgil gasped.

The door that led out to Patton’s greenhouse was wide open and from its glass case, the orb was missing.

“Great,” Virgil said sarcastically.

“We have to get it back,” Logan said immediately, “Not only is it incredibly valuable and dangerous in the wrong hands, but it is essential to keeping the others safe.”

Virgil’s expression twisted into a frown, “How are we gonna do that? We don’t even know what took it.”

“I’ll - figure something out,” Logan said, already heading over to his bookshelf, “If you could wake up the others?”

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“What are we doing out here in the middle of nowhere at whatever time in the morning again?” Roman complained as he led them down a barely trodden forest path, cutting back branches with his shimmering sword - that also served as a torch to light their way. Virgil was wearing a spare cloak that Patton was also sheltering under, clinging to Virgil’s side as the shadows swirled around them. Logan held his softly glowing staff and read from a book as they walked.

“Left here, Roman,” Logan said quickly, “Sharply - and we’re looking for the creature that has stolen my orb.”

“Couldn’t this have waited ‘tll the morning?” Roman asked, veering left and swinging his sword in front of him to cut back brambles and clear a makeshift path.

Virgil huffed, “You know how important the orb is, Princey, don’t be stuck up about it.”

“I just need my beauty sleep- woah…” Roman’s voice trailed off.

“Yes, your highness,” Virgil says with an exaggerated eye roll, though he fell quiet as he came into line beside Roman. Patton squeaked and Virgil gently squeezed his shoulders.- trying not to pay attention to how the spare cloak was so scratchy and wasn’t the right size. Logan sighed.

“The trail goes in there,” Logan said, which none of them wanted to hear. Roman audibly groaned, both Patton and Virgil tensed.

“That’s a naga den, no doubt about it,” Roman said quietly, looking at the large, dark cave entrance that lay open wide before them. A warm draft came from inside. Virgil wouldn’t mind it so much if it weren't for the suspiciously bone shaped - sticks, they were definitely sticks, he just shouldn’t think about it too hard, and he should absolutely not mention that within Patton’s earshot, “How important didja say this orb was? Like - is it worth our lives?”

The book in Logan’s hands snapped closed and he placed it carefully into his bag, placing both hands onto his staff instead, “We will not die as long as we do not mess this up.”

“And how exactly do we do that, specs?” Virgil asked gruffly - because how the fuck were they supposed to deal with a naga? Sure they were all magic users, but they weren’t that powerful.

“Well… Nagas are possessive, dangerous creatures,” Logan says, “Though their main defences are their tails and fangs, so long as you avoid getting caught in its tail you should not get hurt, hopefully, it will be sleeping and we will be able to sneak in to get the orb.”

“Don’t they have the best sense of smell and hearing like… ever, though?” Virgil asked, still looking at the cave, “And other crazy magic?”

Patton shivered, “Would- would it already know we’re here?”

“Well- It hasn’t come out to fight us, so I presume not,” Logan says, trying to placate, “If we can keep our spells and attacks ranged, we should all be okay.”

A dramatic sigh came from Roman’s right, “If you’d said that when we were at the house I would have brought my bow.”

Virgil glared at him, “You can channel magic through your sword, idiot.”

“Yeah - but the arrows are better-”

“Stop-” Logan commanded, both of them fell silent, feeling suitably cowed, “Unless you want to wake it up?”

With a sheepish look, Roman looked at his feet, “Right, sorry L.”

“Patton, you have your potions?” Logan asks a moment of silence later.

“Yep - they’re mostly healing, though, I also brought snacks.”

“Well - I suppose the healing will be useful just in case,” Logan sighed, “You and I will hang back, Virgil and Roman should go in first.”

“What- why?” Roman protests.

“Your spells need line of sight and aim, if we are ahead of you you will be heavily hindered, mine do not,” Logan said, Virgil raised an eyebrow and he sighed and continued, “You are also a heavy hitter, and your shadow teleportation ability will make it easier for you to dodge, especially in a shadowy cave, plus you can see better.”

Virgil sighs, but doesn’t say anything - that reasoning is pretty sound., he supposed.

“Are we ready?”

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The cave was dark, but unlike Virgil had expected, it didn’t necessarily smell bad, nor was it super damp - though it was a little humid, he supposed a naga would enjoy that. The tunnel into the cave was fairly long, enough to make Virgil more and more nervous as they slowly and near silently traversed it, their path only lit by Roman’s sword. Something on the ground caught his eye and made him stop, Patton almost walked into him and whispered a quick ‘are you alright’ to him as Virgil bent down to pick it up.

“Ro,” he whispered, “Light?”

Roman moved his sword closer to the thing Virgil had picked up, a small purple gemstone on a hooked wire, “I swear that’s familiar,” Roman whispered.

“It’s my earring,” Virgil says as they continue to look at it, “The one I lost like a month ago?”

“Does that mean…” Patton whispered, before Logan nudged them both and put a finger to his lips, before pointing ahead of them.

“Oh..” Roman whispered. A short ways ahead of them seemed to be the entrance to a much larger chamber, from which warm light seemed to spill into the tunnel. The four of them exchanged glances. Virgil especially shivered looking at it, that didn’t look like a particularly shadowy cave to him. “hm- before we go in, just in case we don’t come out.”

Logan tried to protest against Roman’s volume before he was pulled into a gentle kiss. When he pulled away, Logan had a fond look on his face. Meanwhile Roman turned to Virgil and then Patton and did the same thing.

That felt far too much like a goodbye.

“Roman-” Virgil whispered before Roman was striding towards the chamber entrance, Logan reaches to grab him and pull him back but misses the back of his shirt by an inch. Virgil glances back at the other two and hurries after him, not about to let Roman be a self-sacrificing idiot for their sake.

—-

When Roman reached the entrance of the chamber, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting and stopped short, rather than rushing in as planned.

A naga, of course, and that’s what he saw, but he’d expected an intimidating, hissing creature, with coils and coils of tail ready to strangle or crush them, hissing with fangs ready to paralyse them with venom, he’d expected something dark and uncomfortable, not…

“Is that my shirt?” He asked dumbly to noone, only for Virgil to punch him in the arm for speaking so loudly, he turned to pout at him briefly before looking back at the scene before him.

There was a naga, sure, and he was a little intimidating just for that fact, but really… Roman couldn’t force himself to be scared when he tried.

He did have a mass of scaly tail that Roman was certain was strong enough to crush his bones, but right now it was coiled up and half buried in blankets he recognised, blankets, sheets, clothes and pillows that had been periodically going missing from their house. The naga’s tail was covered in shimmering gold and black scales, the gold glittering in the gentle light that filtered into the cave via some kind of magic and the black was iridescent. His torso too was a golden tan, flecked with the same shimmering yellow scales as his tail almost like freckles and cascades of soft looking warm brown hair obscured half of his face.

In the naga’s arms was another pillow, though this one was dressed in what Roman was certain was one of his shirts that had gone missing fairly recently, his forked tongue was half out in his sleep in a frankly adorable ‘blep’. Roman found he could fathom fighting this creature less and less with every little detail he noticed.

“This is…” Virgil whispered next to him.

“Everything we’ve lost,” Patton finished, nodding.

“But why?” Logan asked quietly, ever curious. Roman nodded, unable to help agreeing with the question - why did the naga want their things? Was this weird? Maybe a little, Roman thought it was almost cute.

Roman turned his gaze to Logan as he seemed to scan the room, before his eyes settled on something, “The orb,” he whispered, pointing, “It’s over there.”

Right, that’s what they were here for, Logan’s orb. Roman followed his gaze to a small pile of trinkets across the room - all Logan’s things. His gaze slid to the other piles scattered around, there was one for each of them.

“I’ll get it,” Roman said eventually, already going to step forward before Virgil put his hand on his arm.

A twisted, anxious expression was on his face and Virgil looked like he would rather be doing anything else right now, but he still said, “No - let me - I’m quieter.”

“Maybe,” Roman says softly, “But you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want you to be killed either-”

“I can take care of myself, V, it’ll be okay,”

Patton shushed them hurriedly and the four of them turned to look at the naga, who murmured something and hugged the pillow closer whilst his tongue flicked out against it to smell the air, though he seemed to still be asleep. Logan seemed to realise something.

“This room is full of our scents already,” Logan whispered, drawing the attention of the other three, “It might not even notice we’re here - but we should still hurry, just- do rock paper scissors if you have to.”

Roman turned to Virgil with a grin and held out his fist, Virgil rolled his eyes like this was a stupid idea but joined him in the game anyway. Roman won. He barely resisted crying out in victory, but he did punch Virgil affectionately before he smiled at the others and began making his way slowly around the edge of the chamber.

Halfway there, the naga stirred again, but simply nuzzled into the pillow with a yawn that showed off his massive fangs, the mass of tail shifted, but he still didn't wake up. Roman put even more effort into being quiet until he reached Logan’s pile, picking up the shimmering orb carefully with both hands. He made eye contact with Logan before throwing it across the room. He almost laughed at the panic in Logan’s eyes as he casted a levitation spell on the small ball and brought it slowly back to himself, placing it carefully into the bag. Logan glared at Roman, who shrugged and took a step to make his way back. Having been looking at Logan, though, and not his feet, Roman found himself accidentally stepping on something that cracked under his foot. Loudly.

A wave of panic washed over him as the naga’s pointed ears pricked and he woke, this time his eyes blink open slowly and his gaze immediately locked onto Roman - he can’t help but think what striking colours they are. One is a striking gold, just like his scales, the other is almost black, but shimmering with an iridescent rainbow. Roman thought he ought to be worried about how he was about to die as the naga tasted the air, but he was frozen on the spot. Barely a glance at his lovers showed that they were terrified as well.

For a moment, he and the naga simply stared at each other and he mentally begged the others to run. In a blink, and that’s really how fast it was - Roman couldn’t have possibly reacted - the naga struck, coiling his tail around Roman and lifting him from his feet. Of course he struggled, but the naga was strong and he had dropped his sword when the tail had wrapped around him, there was nothing he could do as he was brought face to face with the - admittedly incredibly beautiful - creature. He wanted to look at the others, but he also didn’t know if the naga knew they were there - and if he didn’t then Roman didn’t want to draw attention to them. If he was going to die here, he would have to make sure they could get out.

He had expected the naga to squeeze him to death, maybe sink those razor sharp fangs into Roman’s skin and kill him slowly. The naga drew closer and flicked his tongue to smell him, Roman squeezed his eyes shut in preparation but no pain came, instead he felt cool lips pressed to his forehead. It was then that he realised a few different things at once.

First, the naga didn’t want to kill him - he would have done so by now. Second, his scales were cool and smooth where they pressed up against Roman’s bare arms, his tail wasn’t squeezing too hard. Though Roman couldn’t really struggle or escape, he could breath easily, it felt more like an embrace. Third… the naga had just kissed him. Now he was being stared at with a look that seemed like hopeful awe.

“You…” Roman whispered, not being able to come up with words to express what he wanted to say - which was rare for him. Why was this beautiful thing looking at him like he hung the stars?

One of his hands came up to cup Roman’s face and he found himself leaning into it purely on instinct. The naga’s hands were cool and half scaled and it felt nice against his warm skin - and Roman had never been one to shy away from touch. Roman was passed then from the naga’s tail to his arms, where he was cradled against his strong chest. Despite the fear he had felt mere minutes ago, Roman couldn’t help the way his brain was screaming ‘safe’. He curled into the embrace.

“Mine,” the naga hissed in Roman’s ear, his voice smooth and warm like melted chocolate, the sound made his breath hitch, “Ssssmokey one, you are ssso warm.”

“Let him go!” Patton's voice comes from the entrance to the chamber. Both Roman and the naga turn heads to look at him. Logan seemed to be trying to get Patton to be quiet and Virgil looked to be mid-panic attack. Roman felt a little bad. The naga moved closer to them and Patton tensed the closer he got.

“He isss not hurt,” the Naga said, voice gentle as he turned a little to show Roman to them. Roman gave them a little wave and it seemed to placate the three of them just a little, “The little human iss but mine - and sso are you, my gems.”

His tail quickly hoists Patton into the air as well, but leaves his arms free unlike he had with Roman. Patton squeaked, flailing a little until he too realised he wasn’t being killed. When the naga drew him closer, he reached for Roman’s hand, he quickly took it.

“Put them down,” Logan said, voice monotonous but hiding a venom that Roman could recognise, “We are not yours to hoard.”

“You are mine to love, little witch,” The naga says, “My little humans,”

Patton and Roman both found themselves lowered into the centre of the admittedly amazingly comfortable nest. Roman immediately scrambled over to Patton, pulling him into a gentle hug as the naga turned his attention to Virgil and Logan. Although they had been freed from his hold directly, they were still separated from the others by coils of the Naga’s tail, so they simply sat and waited.

A stretch of silence passed as the naga’s eyes tracked Virgil curiously - the normally vigilant light-wielder didn’t seem to notice, focused on searching for something in the mass of blankets instead.

“What are you looking for, little one?” he asked, curling himself around Virgil and making him jump badly and look around to face him. Virgil seemed to freeze, but the naga remained as passive as ever.

Another silent moment passed, “...my cloak,” Virgil admitted softly, “The big one you - you took a few weeks ago.”

Barely a moment passed before the naga slithered to a spot and dug through the blankets to pull out a mass of black fabric, decorated with purple embroidery which he brought back to Virgil - who stared at him in surprise and wonder.

“I liked this one,” the naga said, placing it around Virgil’s shoulders. Virgil immediately let out a sigh of relief, practically melting into the fabric, “It'sss big.”

“Yes,” Virgil said quietly. The naga offers him a hand that he tentatively takes and Virgil is carefully lifted to stand on a coil of his tail, steadied by the naga’s hand as he’s brought to join Patton and Roman, who accepted him into their hug gently, earning a fond smile from the naga, who then turned his attention back to Logan, who was growing less and less steadfast in his resistance by the moment.

“You haven’t usssed that on me yet,” the naga says almost conversationally, gesturing to Logan’s faintly glowing staff - which he was clutching like a lifeline, “What are you waiting for, little witch?”

“I-” Logan faltered, “You…”

The naga hummed, “Will you join uss, little witch?”

Logan frowned, pausing, “What is your name, naga?”

A smile spread across the naga’s face, “I am called Janus,” He answers, voice still gentle.

“I am Logan,” Logan says, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ssso polite,” Janus hisses, edging forwards toward him.

“You’ve been stealing from us for months.” Logan backs up a step and Janus pauses, “Why?”

This seemed to give Janus pause, since he actually stopped to take a second and think about his answer. Roman found he was curious as he grabbed a red fluffy blanket - one of his favourites that he had lost - from the top of the pile and wrapped it around his shoulders. For that he earned a pat on the shoulder from Virgil and a kiss to the cheek from Patton.

“I wanted my humans near me,” Janus said eventually, “But you would not come, I had to make do.”

Roman couldn’t quite work out whether that was absolutely adorable or kind of sad.

“Is that why you took my orb?” Logan asked, taking off his bag and placing it carefully behind him. Proceeding to carefully put his staff down with it, “So we would come here?”

Janus looked away, an almost embarrassed expression overtaking his face. Roman couldn’t help but share a smile with his loves. Virgil smirked back and Roman just knew from that look he was holding back from teasing the naga that technically had them hostage and vulnerable viciously. “Perhaps.”

“You could have simply approached us,” Logan said, his tone minutely softer.

Janus raised an eyebrow and simply gestured to his tail, which took up the majority of the large cavern.

“Right,” Logan said, frowning, “Yet you managed to sneak into our house to steal?”

“Nagas have magic too, little witch,” Janus hissed, finally approaching him properly, carefully and slowly wrapping his coils around him to lift him and place him in the nest with the others. Logan seemed curious, but Janus didn’t seem willing to elaborate as he placed Logan in their little circle. Patton immediately reached for him.

Meticulously, Janus picked over the four of them, taking their weapons and adding them to a small pile as well as anything breakable or uncomfortable. Roman had difficulty giving up his sword’s sheath - even if the sword itself had been left on the floor of the cavern already, but Janus promised it would be safe in his hoard and lifted Roman gently so he could see where he placed it. The others were easier to disarm, especially Logan - who had already left his things at the door, so to speak.

When he was done he coaxed the four of them to lie down with a gentle voice and soft, alluring words, promising them safety and comfort as he buried himself once more in the blankets, laying himself down so he wrapped the four of them in his coils and his human torso could lie amongst them, allowing himself to wrap his arms around Roman and for Virgil to share his cloak. Logan held Virgil carefully from behind and Patton found himself laid across all four of them, his head in Roman’s lap and his feet in Logans.

“My little ones,” Janus whispered as the lights above them dimmed, a hand carding through Virgil’s hair where his head rested against Janus’ shoulder, his lips brushed Roman’s forehead and he reached to brush a hand over Logan and Patton’s faces in turn, “My lovely humans.”

Patton let out a content hum and squirmed a little to get comfortable, Roman heard Logan let out a happy sigh.

“So warm, so sweet,” Janus hissed softly as he tugged Roman closer, burying his face in his shoulder. Roman had always run the warmest of the group.

Patton fell asleep first, and then Roman next. Logan fell next, with a little gentle coaxing from the naga until it was just Virgil.

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“You are still scared, little gem,” Janus said softly, brushing the hair from Virgil’s face, “My little amethyst, what scares you?”

It takes a long time for Virgil to answer and in that time Virgil meets his eyes and Janus knows without him saying a word that it’s him Virgil is afraid of still.

“How do I know you won’t turn on us while I sleep?” Virgil asked, even despite his fears his voice is still quiet so as not to wake the others, “How do I know they’re safe.”

“I will protect them,” Janus says softly, leaning forward and kissing Virgil’s forehead. Roman makes a soft sound and shifts in his sleep, one of his arms wraps around Janus’ waist and he sighs contently, “I love you all, my sweet ones, I will protect you, I promise.”

“How do I know that?” Virgil insisted, “How do I know you’re not lying.”

“Do you have a bad feeling about me, my amethyst?” Janus asked softly, cupping Virgil’s cheek with a hand.

Virgil takes a long moment to consider, before he eventually shakes his head. His eyes are wide.

“No,” he says softly, meeting Janus’ eyes again, “I think you’re good.”

“Then trust me, little human,” Janus hissed softly, the sound practically luring Virgil to relax. He takes a deep breath and… does.

Virgil falls asleep with the others and Janus keeps his promise.

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theycallmeaspen · 1 year

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I want Thomas to dye his hair before making a new episode. Purple haired Janus would satisfy a need I didn't know I had

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #janus sanders #roceit #loceit #moceit #deceit sanders #demus #ts demus #anxceit #dlamp #drlamp #dlampr

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dikdikpronouncedxylophone · 2 years

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Police officer: Your husband is in trouble.

Logan: Which one?

Police officer: The one that makes stupid decisions and almost gets himself killed.

Logan:

Logan: Could you be a bit more specific?

#logan sanders #ts logan #sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides incorrect quotes #dlamp #dlampr

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anothertssincorrectquotesblog · 2 years

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Roman: Are we really going to let Patton keep Janus?

Logan: We kept Virgil.

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entity9silvergen · 7 months

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Posting links to old fics. This one is DLAMP angst. Basically Sanders Sides in the future, when Thomas and the sides have grown old.

#posting old fics here #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #tss #ts sides #deceit sanders #janus sanders #dlamp #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ao3 fic #ao3 link #fanfiction #angst fic #tss angst

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drlamp-and-other-polyships · 1 year

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Send me fanfiction requests to defeat writer's block

I've been struggling with a writer's block for over six months and I really would like to get out of it, especially now that I'm on holidays for a couple weeks. So, does anyone want a fanfic?

You can give me a ship and a prompt, maybe a few ideas or criterias you may have and I'll try to write something simple and fun.

I'm down for pretty much anything. I do have a preference for fluff though, and I won't do character death. I guess I can try writing unsympathetic characters but that is really not what I prefer. Other than that, anything goes. Romance is great, hurt/comfort is fine, smut and kinks I like too, age regression is cool, crossovers and parodies are fun, omegaverse or any AUs are good too, etc.

You can see all my favorite polyships on my pinned post, or just ask me if I know about the fandom you want me to write about.

TLDR: I'm fighting a writer's block, please give me stuff to write, it's free

#fanfiction requests #fanfiction offer?#drlamp #dlampr #polysanders #sanders sides #dlamp #ts lamp #nu carnival #stomco #the arcana #dream daddy #hetalia #innefable husbands #sportarobbie #billdip

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raspberry-bat · 1 year

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bro i can’t find that DLAMP fic where Romans ace but he’s too scared to tell his boyfs and he’s oh so dramatic and they’re like “?? why would we dump u for being ace lol??” and it’s all cute and perfect pls someone find for me BDBDNS

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #DLAMP #fics

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anxiouslyfred · 2 years

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The Pebbles

Summary: People receive, soon after they're born, a coloured pebble or multiple pebbles that will glow when they meet the soulmate that corresponds with each pebble. Logan finds it illogical but still endevours to meet them, having his 4 pebbles fitted into his watch to be easily visible while unintrusive at all times.

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If you asked Logan, he's say that logically and scientifically speaking the pebbles made no sense. He'd studied them in social classes which covered soulmates and the different types of bonds that formed and even had the chance while studying for his degree to research what they were made of. None of that was conclusive or much more than speculation about what pebbles were composed of.

Most studies currently claimed that the pebbles were condensed plasma but Logan couldn't believe that. He would display them on his watch strap but often clip them out in museums or geology exhibitions in an attempt to match the properties of rocks to them. It had long since been learnt that observation under a microscope would never reveal consistent images, even with one individual pebble, let alone between multiple pebbles, so comparison was Logan's main attempt to understand them.

Trying to understand these illogical soulmate pebbles was a hobby of Logan's now, but it had during school lead him to studying the stars as well as literature trying to grasp the concept so ingrained into the cultures of the world. Often people were confused to hear that the serious astronomer, heralded in his field as a field leading expert, would leave work to enjoy performances of stories about people finding their soulmates. Logan didn't care about their confusion though, he wanted to know about how the pebbles functioned, what they were made up of, as well as how soulmates could connect together. Having 4 pebbles it seemed reasonable to have so understanding of the connections the pebbles cause or possibly just encourage.

Tonight, Logan was going to see a Sleeping Beauty adaption performed, curious as ever not only over how the soulmate connection would be portrayed in the performance but also how the pebbles would be shown. Usually for fairytale performances there would be dual indications, a ring or other form of jewellery on the actors and spotlights that follow them around the stage, but that wasn't a guarantee.

It was after the interval when Logan really started to pay attention. The prince character's costume had seemed excessively decorated, but during a moment where the actor was walking through the audience one of the pebbles hanging around the collar had begun to glow. The detail seemed out of place and oddly timed, given the character's soulmate was currently absent from the scene so Logan had to pay more attention to the decorations.

He wasn't sure if the actor's costume was even allowed to use his real pebbles, but the four hanging around the collar weren't looked to when mentioning the soulmates in the performance; that pebble was set into the crest on the Prince's shoulder. The 3 that hadn't lit up also matched 3 of the colours of Logan's pebbles identically, and when he looked down, just before the actor moved closer to the stage, his fourth, vibrantly red pebble had also been glowing, just as the actor's indigo blue pebble had been.

If only to sate his curiosity, Logan found his way to the stage door once the final bows had concluded, waiting among fans of the show carrying programmes and other merchandise. His programme was already folded away, although he had checked it to learn the actor who had performed at the Prince was called Roman before leaving his seat.

“Hello Darlings, Anyone wanting a photo please step to one side while I sign the programmes I can first.” Roman emerging from the building had caused a surge forwards of the people waiting, but Logan was content to hang back, although remaining separate from the group that formed to wait for photos.

Logan was stood with his arms folded behind his back when Roman passed with a curious glance to the group wanting photos, only freezing when someone gasped, pointing to the indigo blue pebble now hanging from the left shoulder of Roman's jacket. Beside it, though not glowing was the purple one, while the light blue pebble and yellow ones hung from his right shoulder.

“Your soulmate's here, Roman!” one of the women waiting exclaimed, although Roman had already followed their points to the change and was glancing around.

Roman raised his right hand to unlatch the pebble from his shoulder, cradling it to him. “Indeed, it appears so. Perhaps everyone can show their own pebbles to me, that I might know whose soul I'm solemnly sworn to cherish and protect?”

“It lit up during your scene in the audience earlier too. I was curious if that was a malfunctioning prop or actually one of your pebbles.” Logan stated, bringing the wrist with his watch on up into Roman's eyeline.

“So you came to find me. What is your name, Handsome?” Roman took his hand to kiss the back of it and then the red pebble.

Logan smiled but pulled his arm back. “I'm Logan. It's interesting to meet you, Roman. Perhaps I could have your number so we can continue getting to know each other when you don't have 8 people eager to take photos with you?” He replied, fetching the small notebook he carried out of his bag.

“Of course, My dear Logan, please call me soon.” Roman soon signed and added his number to a page of the book, before returning to his fans.

/\/\

There wasn't a timetable for meeting your soulmate, or often soulmates, so Logan didn't mind taking his time getting to know Roman. In fact, months later, they'd only recently started referring to their relationship as dating when he started another night class to strengthen the chemistry basics he remembered.

He'd had to register without providing his titles to hopefully not be singled out as an already well-informed scientist, and intended to remain near the back of the class in case of being recognised. Watching the other adults coming into the class, he smiled at the mixture of people: there was someone almost clearly a frazzled parent from the felt tips pens they pulled out of their bag before sighing and resolving to just use them for their notes, and beside them was a person hunched into themself in a hoodie, who had just been carrying their notebook and pen in their hands when coming in. The other students were similarly diverse and seeing the shared interest in science for whatever motivations was wonderful.

That first class was interesting, and the reminder Logan needed it to be, bringing back information he'd learnt years ago even while teaching him a few new discoveries that he hadn't heard about. When he was leaving though a glance at his wrist to check whether it was early enough still to message Roman he paused at the purple glow shining over them.

Beside him was the hoodie wearer, still slouched in their seat while everyone else was halfway to the door. They glanced up when Logan cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow instead of saying anything.

“Excuse me, but can I ask where your pebbles are? As you can see, one of mine has begun to glow and I believe that indicates you might be a soulmate of mine?” Logan asked. It seemed reasonable that out of the four soulmates he had, one of them would chose to hide or disguise them, although he hoped that it was only the one.

He wasn't expecting to have eyes narrowed at him, nor their hood being yanked up and over their eyes.

“Yeah, I've got indigo blue glowing. That sound like a colour for you?” was mumbled a moment later from under the hood.

“That is the colour pebble Roman has that glows for me so I believe so. Do you also have a red pebble? Perhaps yellow and light blue ones also?” Logan nodded, despite the other being unable to see him, pulling a chair from the next desk out to sit and talk to the person.

There was a moment where they remained hidden, before peering out from under it, then pushing the hood off. “Yes. Is Roman the person for the red pebble then?”

“Indeed, and I am called Logan, he/him pronouns please. What's your name?” He registered that the introduction had been skipped when he started speaking to the person at the same time as he noticed a non-binary flag sticker on the front of their notebook and decided that mentioning his own pronouns might help them feel more comfortable around him, without calling attention to it.

“Virgil, good to meet you, I guess.” They scowled for a moment, before letting out a heavy breath. “Xe/Xir pronouns if you know how to use those. And uh, do I have to give you my number now?”

Logan tilted his head, frowning slightly. “Of course not. If you'd prefer to get to know me as much as we can throughout this class, then I am fine with that. Are you comfortable if I inform Roman of our meeting? He is likely to try to meet us from class one evening if I do so.”

“Fine, it'll be good to have some more of that mystery commitment reduced at least.” Virgil grumbled, but shoved xemself standing. “I gotta get back to my dog. It's time for their walk.”

“Then I'll see you next week, and hope you have a pleasant evening.” Logan nodded, turning to lead them out of the classroom with a wave to the teacher.

/\/\

“YOU MET ANOTHER OF OUR SOULMATES!?!” Roman's yell had undoubtedly disturbed some of Logan's neighbours but he doubted they'd come investigating too soon.

“Xe attended the evening course I've just enrolled in.” Logan nodded, bringing the drinks he'd been making over to the sofa.

Roman held a hand out demandingly but flat so an bizarre way to take his drink resulting in a questioning twist of Logan's lips. “Give me your phone, I have to call him and introduce myself immediately!”

“We didn't exchange numbers so that would be pointless. Are you going to take your drink or shall I place it on the coffee table.” Logan countered, already moving to place both mugs down in anticipation of the next reaction.

“You don't have a way to contact xem!?”

Logan shook his head. “This would be a lot easier if you let me explain before making your exclamations.” He stated but immediately continued, “We are going to be in the night class together for a matter of weeks and Virgil wasn't comfortable with giving me xir number. I am content to be patient and get to know xem on xir terms and xe is aware that you are likely to meet us from class if possible in order to meet xem.”

Roman blinked for a moment, breathing and letting the small scolding be understood before responding, “You've already asked if I can do that without making xem uncomfortable? What did you say xir name was?”

“Virgil and yes, I thought it prudent to mention knowing you while xe was hiding in their hoodie which I believe is where xir pebbles are kept.” Logan explained.

Their evening from that point was taken up by Logan describing the class and how his short conversation with Virgil had gone and hearing about how Roman's rehearsals for his next production were coming along.

/\/\

Roman still hadn't been able to make it to the end of Logan's night class and had been growing more determined each week to manage it. Today he was only scheduled to meet with the costume designer and their apprentice so hopefully should be able to make it to town in plenty of time for the end of Logan's class and he was very tempted to insist it so if the meeting overran.

He wasn't anticipating tripping over a rucksack with a top like a cats head as he walked into the room, although the gasp being accompanied by a groan of “Pattonn, what have I said about leaving your bag in doorways.” was an interesting introduction to the costume designers.

It was only once he'd pulled himself to an upright kneel about to stand that he registered one of the cats cheeks glowing red, getting brighter as a blushing man hurried over. “Oh my golly, I'm so sorry. Can I help you up?”

“No harm done, mi amour. Are you by chance the owner of this adorable bag?” He asked, standing himself and picking the bag up with one hand while the other reached to where he could just see a light blue glow shining off his shoulder.

“Golly! I am! I'm Patton, the apprentice designer for the show. Are you the Roman who'll be playing the knight?” Patton asked, reaching out to the blue pebble rather than taking his bag back.

Roman nodded, “That is I. Perhaps once you've finished measuring me and I've seen your designs we might get some dinner together?”

“I'm sure he'd be delighted, but I'd prefer to focus on our work. Please keep your need to know your soulmate under control until it is done.” A calm voice called from the other side of the room. The person had designed costumes for a few productions Roman had been a part of and he was happy to see Talyn again.

From there Roman and Patton remained focused mostly out of respect for Talyn and the work that needed to be done, but as soon as they were out of the room, Roman had to ask, “So do you know any of our other soulmates?”

“Unfortunately not, but I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time meeting them when life brings us together.” Patton shrugged, glancing down the street. “The cafe down there does some fantastic pasta dishes and their cookie dough desserts are to die for!”

“Lead the way then, my Dear.” Roman gestured ahead of him even as they kept pace together. “I do know one of our other soulmates, Logan, who's presented by the indigo blue. He's also met Virgil. Xir apparently purple but I haven't had to honour to meet xem just yet. Perhaps after we eat you could accompany me to their night class so we can all know each other?”

“That sounds delightful, but I do feel sorry for our yellow soulmate then. They must be so lonely.” Patton pouted a little at the thought.

Roman calmed, gently taking his hand. “Perhaps they are, but perhaps they are rather hopeful of the times to come? Were you feeling especially lonely before meeting me?”

“No, just curious mostly. I had my friends but I wanted to know how my soulmate connections might develop.” Patton admitted.

/\/\

Virgil froze as xe exited the class, still talking to Logan. Xe could recognise Roman from the descriptions xe'd been given over the weeks but hadn't been expecting another to be there as well.

“Virgil, is everything alright?” Logan asked, view still blocked by xir body as he followed xem, but understanding as he stepped to the side. “Hello Roman, who's this you've brought with you?”

“Our light blue soulmate, Patton. He's the apprentice costume designer for my next role so we just met this afternoon. I thought it should be okay for him to come with me so you can both meet him straight away, my darling!” Roman introduced, almost presenting Patton with how grand his gestures were before his gaze turned to Virgil. “You must be Virgil. I cannot apologise enough for the delay in our meeting. My performances and rehearsals have delayed this moment for far too long.” He bowed towards xem, holding a hand out.

Virgil meanwhile had taken a few steps back, tugging up xir hood and shaking xir head. “Too much. You're going to be a lot to get used to. Can – can you do notes through Logan? Or like I give him my number and occasionally we share messages if you're with him? Just until I'm not feeling overwhelmed by that energy?”

“Of course, Kiddo. I'm sorry if me coming put too much pressure on you for meeting us.” Patton's voice was soft as he tugged Roman to stand straight again. “You take all the time you need and we'll keep things at your pace okay. Although perhaps you'd like to come to the show? I believe Roman has already reserved tickets for Logan.”

“Actually for both our stars. I was waiting to meet Virgil to invite xem along. Do you have your own ticket or will you need to remain backstage to ensure there are no costume malfunctions?” Roman agreed, already having calmed his enthusiasm in the hopes it would calm Virgil a little.

Patton smiled, “I'll be back stage with you. Is that alright with you, Virgil?”

“I wanted to go when Logan mentioned you perform in shows. It seemed like a less pressured way to meet you if you hadn't managed to come here before then.” Xe mumbled, but glanced behind xem. “Here's my number, Lo. I'm going to go walk my dogs.” Xe shoved a piece of paper into Logan's hands before starting to walk away.

Xe didn't notice Patton turn to them eagerly nor visibly reign himself in at the mention of the dog, “Stay safe, Virgil. It's been lovely to meet you.”

“It's been a dream, our dark knight. Until we meet again.” Roman called, waving and getting a wave over xir shoulder in return.

Logan smiled, also waving, “Until our next class, Virgil.”

A glance at Patton and Roman showed neither was ready to separate quite yet. “How about we have a movie night at Roman's flat?” He suggested.

/\/\

When Virgil had first thought about going to see one of Roman's performances, xe'd thought it would be nice, a relaxing evening at the theatre. Xe'd been to the theatre it was being performed in before and knew it didn't need fancy clothes at all. Xe was repeating that to xemself but still felt like their normal top, hoodie and jeans combination would get xem frowned at.

That concern was what led xem, hoodie pulled up and tight, into a steampunk store, hoping for something a little more formal, if not noticeably so. Xe had found most of the shirts and blouses xir wore to work in the shop and hoped today would be the same.

Except xe had never had xir hood pulled up in the shop before and so had never noticed that when the shop owner came over the yellow pebble was lighting up.

“What will it be today, Virgil? Surely you don't need more shirts to wear to the job you detest.” Janus asked, coming around the counter as they always would, ready to help xem figure out what was needed for the events xir worried about.

Instead of speaking, Virgil raised shaking hands to pop the yellow pebble out and hold it up. “Theatre tonight?” Xe finally asked, looking at the pebble more than the person before xem.

“I never expected you to immediately suggest a date upon meeting your soulmate, Virgil. Is a theatre trip the reason you were coming in here before this realisation?” Janus's words were gentle, but their hands were unhooking something on the cape they always wore in the store.

A small bag of pebbles was held up, with the purple one indeed glowing between them. “All our soulmates will be there. I don't know how Logan expects me to dress but he's always formal and Roman was acting like I was some kind of prince the one time I've met him. Patton seemed gentle but kind of suffocatingly sweet too. What do I wear?” Virgil muttered out, meeting Janus's eyes and silently thanking whomever and whatever formed these pebbles that xe hadn't known they were xir soulmate until now. It had taken the pressure off getting to know them and meant xe was already able to ask for help rather than space.

“Oh Dark thing, I'm sure they will all accept you however you choose to appear and if you want me to come with you, then perhaps you could ask if they're able to get an extra ticket?” Janus suggested, already hooking their pebbles back underneath their cloak. “But if you do feel the need to dress up a little, I'm sure we've got a slip of a thing that would be perfect.”

“I'll text Logan. What do you mean, a slip of a thing?” Xe replied, following them further into the shop.

/\/\

Logan was waiting outside the theatre that evening, slightly lost in thoughts over crystals and whether there would still be claiming them as having magical powers in a world where soulmates weren't revealed by illogical and scientifically impossible pebbles when he spotted Virgil and xir mystery guest. He knew the stranger was meant to be his final soulmate but was momentarily enraptured by the loose dress-like top Virgil wore underneath xir hoodie.

“You look lovely, Virgil. Might I be introduced to our additional guest?” He greeted, stepping forwards and taking the hand already waiting to be held.

“This is Janus. I've been a regular in their shop for ages, but only today wore my hood up in there.” xe said, tugging the hand that held Janus's closer too.

Janus just nodded at Logan, waving into the theatre with their free hand. “And I believe we have a show to enjoy before I can meet our other soulmates.”

#DLAMP #ships that get specific scenes:#logince #analogical #royality #anxceit #soulmate au #nonbinary virgil #nonbinary janus #janus uses they/them #virgil uses xe/xir

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Soulmates?

Word Count: 2701

Rating: Teen

Pairings: uhhhhh Royalogicality, Anxceitmus, DLAMP

Warnings: probably swearing (I don’t remember), mentions of a car crash and car crash-related injuries, hospitals, yelling, anxiety, complicated relationships

~~~START~~~

It happened while Logan was at school.

He had been in the middle of a lecture on the Schrödinger Equation for the hydrogen atom when Clarissa, a student who always sat in the front row, gasped. Her gasp was quickly followed by his entire class breaking out into a cacophony of noise, their confusion and concern clearly centered on Logan himself.

“What?” Logan practically had to yell to be heard over his suddenly unruly students. “What has happened?”

“Gurl…” Remy, Logan’s TA, looked completely shaken as they offered their phone to Logan, their camera open and set to selfie mode.

Baffled, Logan checked his image on the screen only to be struck by a sudden wave of nausea.

There, all over his face, were nasty, yellow and purple, bruise-like marks that definitely hadn’t been there the last time he’d seen his reflection. While the marks were the color bruises, many of them were shaped like cuts, and the yellow and the purple were continuous shades throughout. And it wasn’t just his face, he could see marks along the hand holding the phone, many snaked down into his sleeves.

If Logan didn’t know better, he’d think they were soulmarks.

Soulmarks were a different color for everybody, and appeared where one’s soulmate was injured. For instance, all throughout his life, but especially during his childhood, Logan would have bright blue and red marks that showed up whenever Patton or Roman were hurt respectively. When Remus had punched Roman in the face in the fourth grade, giving Roman a black eye, both Logan and Patton had gotten corresponding red eyes. Last week, when Patton hit his shin against the coffee table, a blue mark had appeared right where his bruise was on Logan and Roman. The marks were one continuous shade, and often looked more like paint than actual injuries (which made sense since the person with the mark wasn’t actually injured).

A second glance at his face confirmed that the yellows and purples looked more paint-like than actual bruises, despite being closer to bruise-colored than red or blue.

He had soulmarks on his face.

He had two more soulmates.

“They just showed up a second ago,” Remy was saying. “Suddenly, just all at once.”

“I have to go,” Logan said evenly, face doing nothing to betray his utter panic. He handed Remy their phone back. “I have to go.”

“Of course, gurl,” Remy replied, their sunglasses slipping down their face. “I’ll finish up here, you go.”

Logan nodded stiffly before turning to gather his things. He didn’t spare a second glance to his class, just walked straight out of the room.

A million thoughts were circling around his mind. Who were these soulmates? How had none of them ever noticed them before? How many marks had shown up that he’d dismissed as regular bruises? What happened?

That last one took precedence. Regardless of everything else, he had two more soulmates, and something had happened to them both mere minutes ago that left a menagerie of marks around Logan’s face and hands — probably all over his body.

He had two more soulmates out there and they were hurt.

They were hurt and he didn’t know where they were.

He couldn’t help.

Logan had no idea how he got home. He wasn’t sure if he sprinted down the halls after leaving the lecture hall, or if he’d walked calmly. He didn’t know if he’d stopped by his office to grab his bag. All he knew was that he had somehow ended up in the driver’s seat of his car, in the driveway of the house he shared with his two known soulmates.

Because he had two unknown soulmates.

Regardless of how he got there, he had only one objective: find Roman and Patton as soon as possible.

It didn’t take him long, they were both in the living room, Patton curled into a ball on the couch and Roman wearing a hole into the carpet in front of the window; both of them with yellow and purple marks matching Logan’s own.

“Logan!” Patton cried, springing up from the couch and launching himself at Logan. “You’re okay!”

“Where have you been, specs!” Roman ceased his pacing to join the hug. “I’ve been trying to call you!”

“Apologies,” Logan said, wrapping one arm around Patton and the other around Roman. “In my rush to get home I must have forgotten to turn on my phone; I was in the middle of a lecture.”

“What’s happening?” Patton asked, his face pressed against Logan’s chest.

“I believe we have two more soulmates,” Logan replied slowly.

~~~

Hours passed as the three of them tried to grapple with this new reality.

It was no use though; the new marks had opened a floodgate of worry and anxiety. If there were two soulmates they hadn’t noticed, who was to say there weren’t more? Were their new soulmates able to receive the medical aid they clearly needed? How did they know that the connection wasn’t new? Did their other soulmates know each other? Could connections form at different times?

…could their connections to each other fade?

It was a stressful few hours full of extensive research on Logan’s part, restless pacing on Roman’s part, and nervous flittering from one task to another, never sticking to one for longer than a minute, on Patton’s part.

About an hour and a half after Logan got home, Roman’s phone began buzzing. At first, Roman had jumped on it, hoping — illogically — that it might be their new mates. When it turned out to just be his brother, he threw his phone onto the couch next to Logan and redoubled his pacing.

Two weeks ago, Roman and Remus had had one of their fights, Logan wasn’t sure what it was about as it had left Roman extremely agitated and incapable of talking about it without dissolving into unintelligible grumblings, but he was certain that it must have been worse than that one time that Remus argued that cereal was — of all things — a salad. This argument had resulted in complete radio silence.

Until now.

The call ended. The phone screen went dark.

Then it started again.

And again.

Roman’s phone continued buzzing for over an hour. With each missed phone call, Patton was growing more and more anxious.

“Maybe it’s important?” He suggested hesitantly, eyeing the phone as it went dark once more.

Logan had to agree, even at his most annoying, Remus rarely had the dedication to put so much effort into something with so little payoff; if he were really so desperate for attention, he likely would have moved on to a different source by now.

“Remus never has anything important to say,” Roman waved his hand dismissively. “He probably just wants to annoy me.”

“Perhaps,” offered Logan. “If you respond to him, he’ll stop.”

“Ugh, fine!” Roman relented, picking the phone up. “Hey, he left me a voicemail.”

“Hey Roman,” the message began, lacking all of Remus’s usual zest and energy. “I know we’re not talking right now, but I– *sob* –I really need someone right now, please? Please Roman, you can– *shaky breath* –you can go back to being mad at me tomorrow… please?”

Logan glanced up at Roman’s face and found his usually rosy-cheeked soulmate to be white as a sheet. It was understandable, Remus sounded awful, and whatever happened must have been bad for the older twin to beg.

Seconds later, Remus tried calling again, and this time, Roman answered. Remus didn’t give many details, but he gave Roman the location of a hospital, and mentioned something about getting into a car crash.

Needless to say, they were on their way to the hospital immediately, mystery soulmates all but forgotten.

As soon as they entered the main building, Roman was off.

“REMUS!?” He yelled as he sprinted down the hallway, unconcerned with the dirty that nurses and other visitors shot him as he passed.

Logan and Patton followed behind at a slower but still hurried pace, apologizing to people as they went. A few nurses gave them sympathetic looks obviously aimed at the matching soulmarks on their faces, making the knot in Logan’s stomach twist tighter — they weren’t here for their mysterious newly discovered soulmates, but there was a greater than zero chance that they could be here, or another hospital just like it somewhere else in the world.

They finally caught up to Roman in the waiting room. He and Remus were on the floor, clutching each other and sobbing, their fight long forgotten. Patton let out a small coo and swerved past Logan to offer comfort.

“Excuse me.” A nurse approached Logan before he could join them in trying to get the full story out of Remus. “Are you here for Virgil Neil and Janus Drake?”

“What makes you ask that?” Logan inquired. Truthfully, he’d never heard the names before, but his curiosity was piqued.

“Your soulmarks,” the nurse waved at Logan’s face in general. “They seem consistent with Mr. Neil’s and Mr. Drake’s injuries as well as the colors of their own soulmarks. Mr. Neil is out of surgery if you’d like to-”

“NO!” Remus screeched suddenly. He’d gotten to his feet, leaving Roman confused on the floor, and was staring wildly at the nurse. “NO! THAT’S NOT FAIR! I-”

“Mr. Fortescue,” the nurse interrupted, her tone and face no longer welcoming and polite. She stared at Remus as though he were a wad gum under her shoe and nothing more. “I’ve already told you, only family can visit Mr. Neil right now, and as you are neither a relative, nor a soulmate, you are not allowed to see him, or know the details of Mr. Drake’s condition.”

“They’ve never even met Vee or Jan–”

“Regardless,” the nurse waved her hand dismissively. “They have soulmate status, and you have nothing.”

Oh, Logan thought as the final pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

Remus didn’t have any soulmates. Being Roman’s soulmate and having known Remus for years, Logan was aware of this. Remus never had any soulmarks, and unless he had an exceedingly careful soulmate, he just didn’t have one.

People could date outside of soulmate relationships, but it was generally frowned upon in society. Though, it was considered rude to ask someone if they were soulmates with their partner; there was always the chance that their actual soulmate had died or that they just didn’t have one after all.

Remus dated; Logan knew this. He’d never met any of Remus's dates, but he did know that the man currently had two partners.

Logan had been seeing details all day, but finally he could view the big picture: Remus was dating two people, these two people (and possibly Remus?) had gotten into a car crash earlier that day that landed them both in the hospital, these two people were Logan, Patton, and Roman previously unnoticed soulmates.

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Remus's renewed yelling broke Logan out of his thoughts. He rounded on Roman, still shocked on the floor. “YOU ALWAYS GET EVERYTHING! WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME WITH SOMETHING!? HOW COME AS SOON AS I FIND SOMETHING FOR ME YOU HAVE TO COME AND TAKE IT!?”

“Remus…”

“I HATE YOU!” Remus screamed, his purple eyeshadow running tracks down his face. “I HATE YOU!”

“Mr. Fortescue!” The nurse scolded sharply. “Don’t make me call security to have you removed!”

Remus tore his tear-stained gaze away from his brother and back to the nurse, then he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I hate you,” he muttered to no one in particular before running from the room.

“Remus!” Roman called. Then he was gone, running out after his twin.

Patton flittered about nervously, his gaze bouncing from Logan, to the door still swinging back and forth behind Roman.

“Patton,” Logan said gently. Patton’s attention snapped to him, and Logan offered him a small, tired smile. “Make sure they don’t kill each other?”

Patton’s shoulders relaxed slightly and he nodded, giving Logan a brief hug before he took off after the twins. Logan watched him go for a moment before turning back to the nurse.

“I’m sorry about all that,” she waved her hand at the area the twins had been a few minutes prior.

“You should be,” Logan replied coldly. The nurse seemed shocked at his hard tone but didn’t comment further. “Now, what can you tell me about the conditions of Mr. Neil and Mr. Drake?”

~~~

Patton had sent a text to Logan to tell him that the twins had been removed from the hospital by security. Logan had acknowledged, and informed Patton that he was going to check on the status of Remus’s boyfriends — he wasn’t prepared to think of them as his soulmates yet — and that he would be a while.

Janus Drake was still in surgery, and the nurse couldn’t tell Logan much about his status, but Virgil Neil was out of surgery, and Logan was allowed to visit him.

His first impression of Virgil was that he definitely looked like someone Remus would be into. His hair was dyed purple, and his unbroken arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos.

But most importantly, the unbandaged areas of his face were littered with yellow marks that seemed to match Logan’s own.

He looked up when Logan entered the room.

“Who are you?” he asked skeptically, eyes narrowing.

“My name is Logan Sanders,” Logan said. He didn’t venture far into the room as he wanted to allow Virgil some sense of personal space in this stressful time. “I am Remus’s brother-in-law.”

“Is Remus okay!?” Virgil demanded, the monitor catching his spike in heart rate.

“He has some superficial marks,” Logan explained. “But he is otherwise alright. However, both he and his brother Roman have been removed from the hospital for causing a scene.”

“Yeah,” Virgil chuckled nervously. “That sounds about right.”

The two faded into an awkward silence for a moment as Logan came to a decision.

“Virgil, I am going to be honest with you–”

“I knew it! Remus is dead, isn’t he? SHIT!”

“N-no,” Logan stammered, completely thrown off by the emotional — and irrational — outburst. “Remus is fine — as I said earlier. No, what I meant to tell you is that I, along with my two boyfriends, are your soulmates. But–” he added quickly as Virgil opened his mouth, most likely to panic again. “I am not here as your soulmate, and any discussion of this revelation can wait until you and Janus — who is incidentally also one of our soulmates — are out of the hospital.”

“I’m not– Janus isn’t–” Virgil stammered, completely lost. “Janus and I aren’t soulmates!”

“You and I have matching yellow soulmarks on our faces which appeared at the same time as these purple marks from you, I believe whether you knew or not, you and Janus are soulmates. But I am only here as Remus’s brother-in-law, my goal is only to alleviate his worry.” Logan held his phone up. “Would you like to talk to him?”

“Yes,” Virgil answered immediately. He still looked lost and anxious, but his resolve hardened as he made his decision.

Logan pulled up Remus’s contact and hit ‘call’ before handing the phone to Virgil.

Virgil held the phone to his ear, chewing his lip nervously. Suddenly, all the tension in his body leaked out.

“Re,” he sighed, a smile sneaking across his face and Remus no doubt began speaking on the other side of the line.

Logan excused himself as Virgil settled into a conversation with his boyfriend.

…his boyfriend who was Roman’s brother.

What a mess.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing that he’d brought his laptop so that he could get some work done. Or at least email his students an apology for not finishing the lecture and missing his office hours.

Or maybe just to google “what to do when two of your soulmates are dating your other soulmate’s brother”.

Logan sighed. The only thing to do would be to talk it out until they reached a solution that was comfortable for everyone, but for now, he might as well find someone to tell him whether or not Janus was out of surgery yet.

~~~END~~~

They reach a dynamic that works for all of them, but Remus is still mad at Roman for a while and sometimes uses it to guilt Roman into doing things that he wants

A few months ago I posted five titles and asked which ones you guys wanted to see, this was one of them but it got kinda put on the back burner for a while.

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Hunger Hurts

Synopsis: Janus is an old-fashioned vampire, living secluded in an archaic mansion past the outskirts of town. On one particular night, four intruders decide to snoop around his house, leaving Janus delighted at the opportunity of a few free meals. However, he decides he has plenty of time to play with the group before killing them to satisfy his own gluttony, and so decides to keep them around as his temporary pets… nothing more, nothing less. Part One

Janus perks up in bed as he hears his front door be pushed open.

Normally, this would be an instance where one might call the police, or something of the sort, but Janus doesn't feel the need to. And the reason he doesn't is because the distance between Janus’s lavish bedroom - in which he was resting in - and the front door was rather large. He lived in an old mansion, after all, so there were long hallways between this door and that one, the bathroom and the kitchen, et cetera.

The only reason Janus could hear multiple sets of footsteps slowly creep into his house was because of his acute hearing, which he luckily had to counteract his colour-blindness. It didn’t make traversing his house difficult, but it messed with his depth perception considerably.

And the only reason he has excellent hearing was because he was bitten by a vampire nearly three centuries ago, and turned that very night.

Janus slides off his comfortable mattress, and slips out of his room, stalking the halls of his house without a care. The electricity had long been cut from this place, and so he resorted to lighting candles to see at night (as in the morning, golden sunlight seeped in from the giant windows anyway, which Janus could carefully manipulate with curtains to give him the light he needed to traverse without tripping) but blows out the many he has burning through his halls as he passes, shrouding more and more of the interior in darkness.

In the distance, he can clearly hear “it’s not as dilapidated as I expected. Just… archaic.”

A scoff follows, and a second voice speaks “well, if the exterior wasn’t falling apart, why did you think the interior would be? That’s not typically how architecture works. It’s not like the living room is exposed to sleet and snow.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

Janus smiles, almost able to hear the way arms cross over chests just from the tone of the first’s voice.

“Everything’s… eerily upkept,” a third speaks.

“Don’t worry,” a fourth - four intruders? - soothes. “I’ll protect you.”

The first voice huffs. “From what? Spiders? There’s nothing here. It’s just a creepy ass house; nothing more, and nothing less. It’s not like it’s haunted or anything. At worst, there’s probably just squatters, and that’s why it’s not completely in ruin.”

“That’s logical.”

“Oh gosh, I didn’t even think about the amount of spiders probably roaming around! Maybe… maybe we should just go home!”

Following the chittering voices, Janus silently slinks onto his balcony overlooking the front door - which was left wide open, blowing the chilly night air into Janus’s otherwise warm house - but stays a few paces away from the rails in order to keep himself obscured in shadow. One of the four stands before the winding staircase leading to Janus’s position, but doesn’t climb it yet.

From his vantage point, Janus takes a moment to assess the group.

They were varying in style - quite an unlikely quadruple, in Janus’s opinion - but that made them more interesting. The tallest of the four was who Janus could immediately equate the bravest voice to, as with his muscular frame and protective arm wrapped around one of the others, it was clear to see he was rather protective. The one he was holding was leaning into his touch, eyes wildly looking around behind his round frames, as though scanning the area for spiders. His face was tucked into the larger one’s chest, which was about as high as it reached. Alright, so he’s paired two of them to two voices with ease.

The other two provided much more of a challenge. Both of them look like they could retort something sassy, and neither of them looked pleased with where they were, but as one curiously crouched down to poke at Janus’s stairs (something that only irked Janus to a minimal degree), the other was more careless with his touches, more huffy and puffy as he jabs his fingers into a beautiful lamp Janus had acquired in the 1950’s.

“Not a speck of dust,” the more inquisitive one says, which allows Janus to place him the second voice from earlier. The one who’d talked about “architecture.”

That left the final one as the feistier one, who immediately quips “cool, so the spiders can do housework. Good to know.”

With a wave of his hand, Janus wills the front door shut, making the smallest of the group yelp as he whipped around to face it, though everyone admittedly jumps at the noise. Silence settles among them, before the curious one adjusts his rectangle glasses, and clears his throat.

“It’s a windy night,” he states, though Janus smirks as he hears him attempting to settle the quake in his voice. Rather interestingly, he sounds less as though he’s applying logic to quell himself, and more like he’s trying to soothe the others. “Just a disparity in air pressure.”

The man he had originally been arguing with - bickering with? Bantering with? - moves towards him, and holds onto his arm, shoulders tense. They’re more affectionate than Janus would expect them to be.

It makes him curious about their relationship. Initially, he’d assumed them to be a group of friends, but they seem more affectionate than that. Call him old-fashioned, but typically you don’t cling that closely to someone you’re merely acquaintances with.

“What if this house really is haunted?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Patton,” the logical one says. “You’re perfectly safe. We all are.”

“Quite the contrary, Patton,” Janus finally speaks, enjoying the way “Patton’s” name feels on his tongue as he says it. He watches with delight as all four faces whip up towards the balcony, searching for the source of Janus’s voice with varying degrees of fear on their faces. “You’ve essentially wandered into a lion’s den, and unfortunately, the four of you look like fresh meat.”

“This house is abandoned!” the brave one speaks, urging Patton behind him and into the remaining arm of the analytical man. “It’s illegal for you to be here!”

“This house is mine,” Janus corrects him. He takes a threatening step closer to the balcony’s ledge, allowing the group to see his silhouette. He knows he’s not particularly threatening - he’s about as tall as the sassy one, who’s the in-between height-wise of the group - but he quite literally has the upper hand here. “And you’re trespassing.”

“Logan,” Patton whispers, voice quiet and shaking. Logan - who was the man Patton was currently cowering against - shushes him softly.

He takes a step back, guiding Patton and the other with him, while the brave one stays near the stairs.

“We’ll leave, then,” Logan says, keeping his voice passive and steady. He turns to the man closest to Janus and goes “Come on, Roman. Let’s go,” before tilting his head back up towards Janus and adding “we’re very sorry for breaking and entering.”

Janus cocks his head to the side, watching the snarky man turn from Logan’s arms and to the front door, and he can’t help grinning wide when his pale hands grasp the doorknob tightly, and struggle to turn it at all. Grunting with increasing desperation, he tugs on, before eventually stumbling backwards as his hands slip off the knob with a particularly rough pull. He falls flat on his ass, with Patton rushing to his side.

“Virgil!” Patton softly exclaims, crouching down to tend to Virgil, who Janus can see is trembling in the darkness.

“It’s not opening,” Virgil grits, voice low and shaking. Roman finally turns to look at him.

“What do you mean it’s not opening?”

Virgil’s fists hit against his thighs. “I mean it’s fucking stuck!”

“‘Stuck’ is one way to describe it, I suppose,” Janus pipes up, moving even closer to the railing and leaning over it, resting his chin on his hand as he watches the four gasp as they see him, no doubt startled by the shimmering yellow scales lining half of his face. “I personally would use the word ‘locked,’ but the four of you wouldn’t really have a way of knowing that, would you?”

Janus smiles, wide and playfully, allowing the group to see his sharp fangs. Roman backs up to stand in front of the other three.

With his arm outstretched to protect them, he shouts “what are you!?” while Janus watches Logan subtly reach into his back pocket and pull out a dimly lit cellular device. Janus hums as he sees it, before waving his hand again. As Logan flips his phone over, preparing to call the police, he finds it off. And when he tries to power it on, nothing happens.

Mouth agape, Logan looks between his cell and Janus.

“Don’t bother trying to call anyone,” Janus states, with a shrug. He watches Logan fumble with his phone, before it falls from his hands and onto the ground. He doesn’t bother to pick it up, and so stands staring at it as Janus continues. “None of your phones will work. I’ve always hated the technological age, you know. You’ll come to find my house is quite unplugged.”

“How are you doing this!?” Roman asks again, increasingly worried as he feels Logan very slowly grab the back of his shirt, trying to keep himself grounded. “What are you!?”

Laughing softly, Janus recedes back into the shadows, murmuring “why don’t you come up here and find out?”

Just as he expects, Roman breaks away from the group to head up the stairs, much to the dismay of the other three. Logan reaches for him, but doesn’t follow, while both Patton and Virgil yell his name to try and stop him, both panicked. Virgil tries to get up and chase, but is stopped by Logan who holds him back, clearly not wanting two of them to impulsively get themselves hurt. Virgil struggles rather valiantly. Janus can’t help lingering his gaze on him for a few seconds, before focusing back on Roman.

Roman’s footsteps are heavy as he ascends up to the balcony, though Janus is already walking backwards into a dark corridor, out of sight of the other three. Foolishly, Roman follows him further, which is exactly what Janus was hoping for.

As Janus is chased into a separate hallway, a large set of double doors separating that from the main area slams shut, effectively trapping Roman with him, and leaving the other three stuck oblivious on the other side.

Janus continues quickly moving back as Roman runs toward him, angry and, perhaps, feeling the need to defend his friends (partners? Lovers? Janus still wasn’t sure what to make of them).

He stops in front of a large window, which, with a quick flick of his wrist, has the curtains pulled back, allowing bright moonlight to stream in and cast over Janus, illuminating his rather nonthreatening form, but providing Roman with enough of a look for him to slow somewhat. And that slight falter, where his eyes travel Janus’s body, sizing him up and soaking in his appearance, gives Janus that mental slip he needs to sink his teeth into Roman’s mind.

As Roman steps before the window, about an arm’s-length from Janus, Janus raises his hand into the air, thumb and middle finger pressed together. And as Roman stares at Janus’s digits - his face falling as he wonders what ability Janus will use next, and even doubting whether or not he’ll survive - Janus snaps.

A loud thud echoes throughout the mansion’s walls, startling Logan enough to make him drop Virgil, who immediately scrambles up the stairs and over to the doors keeping Roman from them. He shoves his shoulder against it, attempting to use his rather unimpressive body weight to get the doors open, but they don’t budge in the slightest. In fact, Janus merely grins as he hears Virgil pounding on the wood, shouting through it to “give him back!” and that he’ll “call the cops!”

“He’s worried about you,” Janus muses, as he bends over so that he’s face to face with Roman, who’s chin Janus keeps tilted upwards, forcing eye contact. His own eyes - which are normally bright yellow with slit pupils, reflecting those of a serpent's - spin with colours so intoxicatingly vivid they’d be deemed poisonous. As Roman stares, drool begins to dribble out of the corner of his mouth. “I’m sure they all are, actually. You’re very brave… stupidly so. How much must they mean to you for you to thrust yourself carelessly into danger on their behalf?”

Roman lets out a soft groan, as though he’s actually trying to answer Janus’s question, but he’s unable to form any proper words.

“They’re more than friends, are they not?”

This time, Roman’s eye twitches, but Janus doesn’t get much else from him. For someone so physically strong, Roman’s mind was pathetically weak. All brawn, no brain. All bravery, no brevity.

“If I told you to hurt them, you would.”

Though Roman doesn’t react physically, Janus can almost feel the air shift. He knows that the part of Roman’s brain that can process Janus’s words doesn’t care for them at all. Discomfort and fear surrounds Roman like a tainted aura.

Janus smiles sweetly. “You can’t resist, after all. Quite literally can’t. I’m stronger than you. I’m stronger than them. And I’m quite hungry.”

Janus takes a step closer to Roman, breaking off their eye contact. Though Roman’s head is dizzy, he’s not being actively held captive in a trance any longer, and so lets out a choked “pl-pl-please.”

He sounds scared. Worried. Desperate.

Fingers combing through Roman’s hair, Janus pulls Roman’s head against his stomach, allowing Roman to hear the dramatic noises his gut makes as it craves a meal. Typically, Janus goes out at night, finds some loser in a bar, and feasts on them. If he does it often enough, he doesn’t even have to kill the person in order to be satisfied! But he hasn’t eaten in a while… he hasn’t really had the energy to go out and make small talk in order to con some pervert into letting him bite. Yet, now he has four meals, trapped inside his house.

“I could eat the angry one. The one right outside the door.”

Virgil pushes into the door again, emphasizing Janus’s words with his harsh punching. A sweet, metallic smell wafts through the air, and Janus sucks in a deep breath when it hits him, licking his lips afterwards. Roman seems ignorant to it, as though he can’t smell it.

“He doesn’t look like he has much in him, though. Rather thin. If I tried to get a full meal out of him, he’d be empty on the floor afterwards, and I’d still be hungry. Perhaps I’d have to eat the smart one as well. He looks healthy enough to be satisfying, at least. But I like to overindulge, so he’d be disposed of after, too.”

“Stop,” Roman begs him, sucking in a shuddering breath. He tries to move, or stand up, but his body feels heavy. After Janus snapped his fingers, Roman felt like gravity was actively pushing down on him, keeping him on his knees.

“Or what about the emotional one. He seems sweet,” Janus continues, petting through Roman’s hair rather affectionately, even though he can see Roman’s body trembling as he tries to fight Janus’s control. “If you gave me just him, I’d be full enough to discard the rest of you.”

Janus takes a large step back, watching Roman struggle to lift his head and watch him.

“I’ll let you pick, since your feelings were strong enough to chase me,” Janus begins, as though mocking Roman for willingly defending the others. “One of them is staying with me. You’ll choose which one.”

“Give him back!” Virgil shouts from the other side of the door. Beyond it, Janus can hear both Logan and Patton attempting to hold Virgil back.

“You’re bleeding,” Patton cries, though Janus assumes his tears are for Roman, and not for Virgil’s supposed injuries.

“None- none of them,” Roman responds, eyes welling up with tears.

Tsking, Janus shakes his head. “That wasn’t an option, love. What were their names… Virgil, Logan, and Patton? One of them, Roman. You’re dumb, but not this dumb. Which one is staying with me?”

“None of them!”

Humming, Janus taps his chin. “Really? Even if it means you and two others get to leave, you won’t give up one? That’s rather selfish of you.”

Truthfully, it was quite the opposite. Stupid, yes, but Janus never really expected Roman to give any of them up, not with how he’s been fighting to protect them. However, it was never Janus’s intention to let any of them go.

“Fine.”

Janus crouches down before Roman, who, despite the fog consuming his mind, tries to lunge forward. He’s unable.

Once more, Janus seizes Roman’s chin, and forces eye contact. “If you won’t leave one of them here, I know a different way to keep you all together. And alive. At least for now.”

As spirals once again spread through his irises, he watches Roman’s jaw go slack, his chest slump, and his entire body give up and only be supported by Janus, who’s speaking softly to him. His hushed words bounce against his extravagant walls, and wrap around Roman’s brain, being the only clear instructions Roman can focus on. Janus’s voice is the only thing he can listen to, his own thoughts drowned out by Janus’s commands. And Janus keeps talking, until he’s sure that the voice in Roman’s head isn’t speaking at all.

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The double doors are thrown open so violently, Virgil, Logan, and Patton are all knocked back and onto their backsides.

“Roman!” Patton exclaims, but cowers immediately when Roman rather roughly bends down to scoop Virgil up, throwing him over his shoulder. Virgil thrashes as he’s held, demanding “put me down!” as Janus circles around Roman’s back, before standing rather smugly at his side.

“Virgil- Virgil hates being held like that,” Logan stammers, staring at Roman, who’s staring blankly at the floor where Virgil was previously laying. “Roman wouldn’t hold him like that.”

“No, I suppose he wouldn’t,” Janus responds, giving Logan a faux pout, before turning to Virgil. He has to lean back a bit to make eye contact with him, and can’t help grinning when he sees Virgil’s pissed face, smeared with wet tears and fresh snot. His cheeks are red, and his eyes are glistening with frustration and fear.

When Virgil sees him staring, he quickly yells “fuck you!” which has Janus rolling his eyes.

“You know where to take him, Roman,” Janus says, ignoring Virgil’s angry hitting and kicking. Roman doesn’t react to it either. “I’ll meet you there.”

With a snap of his fingers, Roman turns on his heel and walks off, leaving Patton gasping.

As he covers his mouth with his hands, Patton shakily asks “what did you do to him?” staring horrified at Roman’s shrinking frame as he disappears down the long corridor.

“Nothing I can’t reverse,” Janus dismissively replies, waving his hand. “But I’m only willing to do so if you’re obedient. Both of you.” Janus turns to Logan, whose hands are balled into fists by his thighs despite his relatively expressionless face. If Janus wasn’t more perceptive, he’d assume Logan cares naught about the situation. But his chest was turned ever so slightly towards Patton. His knuckles were white. He was seething beneath the surface, but was doing a rather impressive job of keeping that anger hidden.

“Now stand up.”

Patton scrambles to his feet, while Logan is a lot slower pushing himself up. He fixes his glasses as he stands, glaring at Janus with his dark blue eyes from behind the frames.

Janus then holds his hand outstretched, causing Patton and Logan to glance at each other.

“I’m absolutely famished,” Janus explains, fangs shining as he speaks. “It took so much energy to subdue Roman. And I need to replenish it.”

Briskly, Logan states “you’re not drinking our blood.”

Janus frowns at his resistance.

He clears his throat. “Let me rephrase that. I’m starving, and if one of you doesn't submit willingly, I’ll just take your blood forcefully.” Janus’s eyes narrow, but he smirks as he adds “and I have a reputation for getting carried away. Though, I suppose only having to manage three of you will be a lot less difficult than having to keep track of four.”

Patton’s face pales. “You’ll kill one of us?” he whispers.

“I might. Perhaps Virgil. The smell of his blood is permeating the air, after all. He’s basically taunting me with it.”

Patton turns to look at Logan with wide, wet eyes. He’s visibly afraid, and yet sympathetic. So, he offers his arm out, only for Logan to quickly grab it and pull Patton behind him.

“No,” Logan firmly says, directed at Patton, though he’s staring at Janus as he says it. “He’s not touching you.”

“Hm. You’re almost as heroic as Roman was. You did see how that turned out for him, didn’t you?”

Logan stands up straighter, not bothering to acknowledge Janus’s mocking words. Instead, he holds his own arm out, with Patton holding onto him from behind.

“Whatever you need to do, do it. And then take us to Roman and Virgil.”

Janus hums. “You’re not in much of a place to be making demands.”

“Starve, then.”

“No, no,” Janus quickly replies, laughing softly at this one's… forwardness. He was just as spritely as Virgil! He was just better at keeping that attitude repressed. How… fun. “I’ll take you to them. After I’ve eaten, of course.”

Janus’s fingers firmly wrap around Logan’s arm, before tugging him closer. Logan is rigid - clearly uncomfortable - but Janus pays no mind as he slides Logan’s long-sleeve shirt up his arm, exposing his forearm.

“I thought vampires traditionally drank from the neck,” Logan comments, and as Janus’s eyes flicker toward him, he can see curiosity swimming within him. Even if he was mad, he was still eager to watch. “Provided you are a vampire, of course.”

“Who’s to say?”

Logan frowns at the ambiguous response, seemingly hoping for a solid answer. Though, Janus is rather pleased to see Logan’s pale cheeks glow pink when Janus places a kiss on his knuckles.

“What’s he doing?” Patton whispers into Logan’s ear, but seems embarrassed when Janus looks at him instead, realizing his question must have been overheard. Neither Janus or Logan answer Patton.

Then, Logan’s arm is being flipped over, exposing his underarm and thick, healthy veins.

“You drink a lot of water,” Janus comments.

“I do.”

“And you exercise.”

“On again, off again.”

Janus chuckles, pressing his thumb down on a vein right below Logan’s palm. “Not as often as Roman, I presume?”

Logan doesn’t answer him, and frankly he doesn’t need to. Instead, he stiffens as Janus guides Logan’s wrist to his mouth, tongue sliding over Logan’s flesh and making him shiver. Where Janus’s saliva makes contact with Logan’s skin seems to buzz, as though it’s more abnormal than normal spit. And yet, Logan’s still not prepared for when Janus bites, sinking his sharp fangs into Logan’s wrist and making Logan yelp in pain.

Patton quickly wraps himself around Logan’s free arm, grabbing his hand and holding it as Logan squeezes his fingers, clearly in pain. He sucks in a hissing breath through his teeth as Janus pulls away, before wrapping his lips around the two holes he just made, sucking the blood out of him. Logan can feel himself losing a lot in just a little bit of time, both from his veins having been impaled and Janus actively working to drink it out of him.

He starts to get dizzy on his feet.

“Wait,” Patton speaks, voice soft. However, as Logan’s eyes narrow, then slowly blink, and then snap open again, Patton’s louder. “Wait! He’s- you’re-”

Janus pulls away, pushing his thumb over the holes to prevent blood from being wasted.

“He’s fine.”

“You’ll kill him!”

Janus licks his lips. “Not yet, I won’t.”

He reattaches his lips to Logan’s wrist, moving closer until he has an arm looped around Logan’s waist, pushing Patton to the side as he single handedly keeps Logan upright, savoring each mouthful of blood that he gets.

Logan’s blood tastes healthy. It’s thick, filling, and tastes so distinct to Janus. It’s not as trashy as the blood he’d drink from an intoxicated loser. It’s a lot nicer. A lot nicer.

It almost reminds Janus of after he first turned, and the first blood he’d after tasted. He’d been healthy, fit, charming. He’d been delicious.

Logan lets out a shaky moan, and finally Janus pulls away, gliding his forked tongue over the wound and giving Logan that same burning, static feeling. Though, when Janus stands back up, Logan sees the fang marks have been completely scabbed over.

Breathily, Logan tries to ask how Janus did that, but he crumples before he can, falling right into Janus’s arms.

“Is he-”

“He’s fine,” Janus assures Patton, quickly and confidently. His voice is calm and passive, and he even offers Patton one of his warmest smiles. It’d be rather nice if he wasn’t holding a limp body in his arms. “He’ll just be exhausted for a bit.”

Janus glances at Logan, watching as his bleary eyes look around drowsily, before falling shut as he tries to take long, deep breaths. Janus smiles, and rather easily lifts Logan into his arms, which has Logan letting out a groan of displeasure, but keeping his eyes shut, too tired to protest.

“Follow me,” Janus then instructs Patton, turning and heading down the hall Roman had traversed, making good on his word to bring them to the others. He hears Patton’s footsteps rush to catch up with him, before Patton’s walking at his side, near Logan’s head, looking towards him repeatedly with concern in his eyes. But he doesn’t say anything, almost as though he trusts Janus’s word. Hm.

Janus cracks a smile; smug, and temporarily satiated.

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Over The Rainbow (3/5) - Virgil

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Notes:

Virgil makes an appearance!! Sorry this one took me so long - I genuinely just kept forgetting to post it like an idiot, lol. Hope you enjoy regardless <3 TW for ableism in this chapter.

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“Alright actors! Gather up here before we begin warmups today,” Their director called out as the last person arrived in the theatre, “Tech, head backstage - you’ll just be continuing what you were doing last week - actors, yes, I have role assignments for everyone!”

A cheer went through the small crowd of collage students assembled, Roman included. He’d tried pretty hard on his audition! Patton and Logan had both helped him perfect it and everything!

“I’ll leave the sheet here for you all to look at and scripts for you to collect. Once you’ve gotten your role and your script I’d like you to spend this session going through the script and marking your cues, thank you.”

Roman was one of the first people to get to the front and check for his name. When he found it he groaned.

“I’m the lion ?” Roman sighed, “The cowardly lion ??”

“At least you're not the tin man, babe,” Remy said, mockingly patting Roman on the back with his coffee cup. Roman rolled his eyes and moved over to grab a script. Oh well, it was a little disappointing, maybe he was a little disheartened by his role in their production of The Wizard of Oz, but… it would have to do.

Roman found a quiet spot near the wings on the stage and sat down, beginning to look through his script and mark out his lines with his red gel pen as instructed. It was about ten minutes into the task that Roman began to hear the strains of an argument from the wings.

“We needed the orange fur, not the green,” Someone snapped.

“Well you should’ve sent someone else then,” Someone else snapped back immediately, “Considering I can’t see either of those colours.”

“Or maybe you’re just being difficult!” The first person said, voice getting just a little louder, “Since you say you can’t do literally every task I give you! It’s like you just don’t want to fucking help at all!”

“Dude it’s not my fault I have a lot of soulmates,” The second person tried to defend, “And you keep giving me colour related tasks! Not to mention I’m literally disabled - I can’t do certain things, dude.”

“What so it’s my fault then?” The first person snapped, “We wouldn’t have this problem if you could just do it right.”

Roman frowned, how rude, he thought, people can't help their soulmate colours or their disabilities!

“I- I’m not saying it’s your fault ,” The second person said, sounding uneasy, “I’m just saying it’s not mine either.”

“Oh no, totally not your fault that you’re incompetent and lazy,” The first said and Roman nearly growled. Who the fuck thought it was okay to talk to someone like that? He stood up, glancing at the director and upon finding that she wasn’t looking hurried off the stage to find whoever was having this argument.

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“Excuse me,” Roman said - it certainly wasn't hard to find them, considering the argument had evolved into whisper-yelling and finger pointing, a heap of green faux-fur piled between them. Both of them looked up at him and Roman almost immediately felt as though he’d been slapped across the face.

Violet eyes .

Man, Roman really hoped the one with purple eyes wasn’t the one who’d been being a dick.

“Hey - uh, Roman, right? You’re an actor, did you need something?” Said the other person and Roman breathed a sigh of relief, thank god his soulmate wasn’t the asshole.

“I heard arguing, I just wanted to see what was going on, is everything okay?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow. Purple looked embarrassed as they leant on their cane, while the other bulked.

“Nothing major , just Virgil failing to do what I ask again .”

“I couldn’t see the goddamn colour!” ‘Virgil’ yelled, kicking the fur on the ground and storming off, Roman sighed.

He looked back up at the asshole, raising an eyebrow, “People can’t control what colours they can see, y’know.”

“He’s lying to get out of doing the work, no-one has yellow as a colour, nor orange,” The guy rolled his eyes, “You know how those people are.”

“Those people?” Roman repeated, frowning, “No, I don’t think I do, do you care to explain?”

“I mean, you know how lazy they can be?”

“Who?”

“ You know- come on man, don’t make me say it.” Asshole sighed.

Roman raised an eyebrow, “I mean, maybe re-evalute your opinions if you can’t even say them out loud, maybe think about whether that's an okay mindset to have? And for the record, yeah, people can have orange as a soulmate colour.”

Without waiting for a response, Roman huffed and walked away after Virgil. Eventually Roman found them sitting in the costume closet, hunched over and tugging at their curly white hair. Roman took a deep breath and knocked on the open door before walking in.

“Hey, are you okay?” Roman asked, they looked up with a worried look in their eyes.

“I’m fine ,” They huffed, glaring at him before looking away, “I don’t need you to save me or whatever this is.”

Roman huffed in pure confusion for a second - what did that even mean? “I’m not- I wanted to make sure you were alright since you left and he was being a total dipshit? I also wanted to, y’know, say hi, since apparently we’re soulmates?”

“Yeah, I figured,” Virgil said, glaring at him.

“Did you dye your hair yourself?” Roman asked, regardless of their clearly hostile attitude. Their hair was mostly white, but the ends were dyed a pastel purple.

“I- yeah,” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow at him, “Why?”

“Uh- I think it looks cool?” Roman tried, “I did mine too.”

“Nice,” Virgil huffed, “...thanks, by the way, he is a dick.”

“Yeah, I got that vibe,” Roman rolled his eyes, “I’m guessing that’s not the first time?”

“Nope,” Virgil said, popping the ‘p’.

Roman frowned, going over to sit down next to Virgil - far enough away that they weren’t touching, “Have you reported it?”

“Why bother when they’re not going to do anything about it?” Virgil asked, before huffing when Roman raised a confused eyebrow, “They never do. ”

“I’ll report it,” Roman said, “And I’ll make them do something about it, I can be quite stubborn, you know.”

Rolling their eyes, Virgil stood up again and went to leave before Roman jumped up to stop them, “Wait! We’re soulmates, right?”

“Well yeah,” Virgil glared at him.

“I’m guessing you don’t know any of the others?”

“No, I haven’t met anyone else, where is this going?” Virgil stuffed their hand in their pocket, “I need to get back to what I’m supposed to be doing before Toby has another tantrum.”

Roman sighed, “I know some of the others, Green and Blue, I wanted to give you my number so… maybe we can chat? No pressure or anything, just, I wondered.”

Groaning, Virgil pulled out his phone, fiddling with it for a few seconds before handing it to Roman, “There, put your number in, on the condition that you buy me coffee after theatre.”

“Can do!” Roman said, grinning as he typed his number into the box and handed the phone back, “I’m gonna go talk to the director now.”

“I’m not gonna be able to persuade you to leave it, am I?”

“Nope, unless you want my brother to come down here and probably murder him,” Roman shrugged, Virgil looked alarmed for a second, before sighing and shaking their head.

—

“You found Purple?” Patton gasped, leaning into Logan’s side as he worked on some project. The three of them were sitting on Logan’s double bed, because he was lucky enough to have a private dorm room, “Why’d you not introduce us?”

“They seem really shy,” Roman sighed, “And super standoffish, I don’t want to overwhelm them.”

“That is very considerate,” Logan told him, “And surprising, considering how excited you and Patton seem to get about almost everything.”

Roman rolled his eyes, “ Yeah I’m excited! That’s why I came here to gush about them instead of dragging them over to meet both of you at once and possibly put them off of all of us forever!”

Shrugging, Logan turned back to his work, “Fair enough.”

“Oh oh! Tell me about them!” Patton gasped, flopping onto their front so that they could look up at Roman with wide eyes, cupping their chin in their hands as they waited. Roman chuckled.

“Well… they’re tall, with hair and skin as white as snow! Their hair falls in waves and fades into a lovely lilac at the ends!” Roman said - trying to put as much poetic emphasis on the words as he could - gestures included - before giggling, “Apparently they dyed it themself - um, they like sweet coffee - they ordered a caramel macchiato with extra cream after theater, they dress mostly in black, their style seems very interesting - an even mix of emo and scene…”

Roman kept talking, repeating just about everything he had learned about their fourth soulmate from the conversation they’d had over coffee after theatre. By the time he was done, Patton seemed entirely enamoured.

“What’s purple like?” Patton asked once Roman had finished talking.

“Roman just told us all about them, were you not listening?” Logan frowned, tilting his head.

“No no! I mean, purple, the actual colour!” Patton corrected, “What’s the colour look like?”

“Oh, well it’s kinda like, blue, but if you put pink in it.” Roman shrugged, “So kinda a warmer blue.”

“Cool!” Patton grinned, before sighing dreamily, “I can’t wait to see it, and them, oh Roman when can we meet them?”

“I was actually thinking…” Roman said, frowning at his phone, “I’ll ask them too, but I was wondering if maybe it would be better to add them to our groupchat first before we all met? So they get a chance to get used to you guys?”

Patton gasped, eyes brightening, “That’s a wonderful idea!”

—

It was two weeks of near constant texting and the occasional phone call before Virgil finally told them they were comfortable meeting everyone in person. Patton had been overjoyed, barely able to sit still as Roman told them both that they’d be meeting Virgil at a cafe after the rehearsal that day.

Logan had smiled - properly - and told them he was looking forward to it, Patton had practically pulled the both of them into a hug and squeezed them tightly until Roman could barely breathe.

—

Later on, Roman managed to persuade Virgil to come with him to meet their other soulmates, and the plan was in motion.

“So… um… what should I expect?” Virgil asked as they walked beside Roman, one hand stuffed in their jacket pocket and the other gripping tightly to their cane.

“Well - Patton will probably want to hug you,” Roman chuckled, “Which you can definitely say no to - they’ll ask.”

Virgil seemed to relax minutely as Roman said that, he sighed.

“You can leave at any point,” Roman reassured, “You don’t have to stick around if you’re overwhelmed.”

Rolling his eyes, Virgil pushed their tinted glasses up their nose, “Yeah yeah, you’ve only told me two hundred times, I’ll be fine.”

“Cool, cool, right,” Roman chuckles, “Sorry.”

“You seem nervous , Princey,” Virgil smirked at him, Roman scoffed.

“Nervous? Me? Never! I don’t know such a thing!” he protested, Virgil laughed.

“Yeah yeah, you’re very brave, it’s okay,” Virgil patted him on his arm as they walked into the cafe, Roman rolled his eyes even as he held the door open. Virgil laughed, walking in before stopping in his tracks as his breath hitched and his eyes widened.

“Woah,” Virgil whispered, “so much colour - this cafe is blue ?”

Roman chuckled, “Mhm!”

“Hey!” Patton called, waving widely from across the cafe, “Come on! Come sit! Hi!”

“Come on,” Roman said to Virgil, leading the way through the crowd over to the table in the back where Patton and Logan already sat with both Roman and Virgil’s coffee orders already on the table along with their own. Patton was so far out of their seat with excitement that they were almost standing whilst Logan was quietly telling them to calm down.

“Hello,” Virgil said as he sat down in the nearest chair, placing their cane to lean on the table, “Um, nice to properly meet you guys?”

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#sanders sides #roman sanders #dlamp #fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #logan sanders #patton sanders

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katelynn-a-fan · 2 years

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Knife To Meet You

Word count: 1.5k

AU/Genre: Law Enforcement/Priest Mystery

Pairing: DLAMP (Janus x Logan x Patton x Roman x Virgil)

Summary: Janus and his fellow officers, Logan, Roman, and Virgil get dispatched to a very familiar road. They just hope their partner, Patton, literally next door at his church as a priest, isn't hurt... But be̶ ̸c̶a̷r̵e̷f̵u̶l̸ ̷w̶h̴a̶t̶ ̶y̴o̴u̴ ̸w̶i̸s̵h̶ ̸f̶o̶r̴.̸

Warnings: Blood, Injury Description, Corpse

Ao3

“What did they say happened to the victim’s mobile again? Sups never likes a vague report.” Logan asked, typing up the report for the case they had, moments previously, wrapped up. A world-weary air surrounded Logan as Janus averted his gaze to search his memory.

“I think the words were, and I quote: ‘The son of a bitch stomped it til any memory of it no longer existed.’” Janus said, a gleam in his eye quickly dimmed before he continued. “Of course, the evidence the suspect was ‘alledgedly’ trying to destroy that was on that phone was backed up automatically anyway, so hopefully the judge’ll get our suspect to compensate the victim in.”

“Damn right.” Logan said as he hit the enter button and snapping his laptop closed.

Only then did a familiar rumble fill the air as a nearly identical car to theirs’ pulled up beside them.

Janus caught Logan’s eye as Logan began stowing away his laptop. He smiled and jerked his head towards the passenger window beyond Logan. And as Logan turned to where Janus had indicated, he too couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face.

“Hey Sugar! How’s it shapin’?” A man yelled from the other police car.

“It’s shapin’ to get some food! Officer Roman and Deputy Virgil” Janus yelled back, smile only growing wider as the other two police officers grinned.

“Are doing our usual? This case fried my brain.” Logan said, rolling his eyes at the exchange.

“Wouldn’t want to end up like that cell phone, huh. Janny! I might start calling you Intern if you’re gonna call me a deputy.” Virgil made a rude gesture to Janus, but as quickly as he did it, he laughing too.

“Fuck you too, Virgil.” Janus said as he returned the gesture before reflexively grasping for his own phone.

“Why do I always try to find my phone where my civilian pockets are? I don’t even have those pockets in uniform.” He grumbled, mostly to himself, though the bemused smirk that came upon Logan’s face made his cheeks heat a little.

“Yeah, I think we’ll-” Janus began to say, before the crackle of their radios cut him off.

“Unit 101 and 478, be advised of a hang up call from 123 Sanders Ave. Need both your units dispatched. Caller was hysterical and is likely injured based on intelligible words. 10-35, assume immediate medical Code 3 and be aware of any unknown suspects inside. 10-4, please respond.”

The four of them shared a look, the color faded from their faces as the location of the call came. They all sat frozen a beat longer than any of them would before Janus lifted the microphone to respond.

“10-4. Unit 101 and 478 en route from recent suspect apprehension. Both cars are fresh.” Janus willed his voice steady even as his throat grew instantly scratchy.

“10-4. Units will be advised if further calls issue from the caller.”

As he’d done many times before, Janus naturally flipped on his lights and sirens before he lurched his car forward out of the parking lot the two units had stopped at.

Silently, Janus roared down their route, always triple checking stoplights for traffic. The echoes of recordings of officers who’d collided with civilian’s cars that hadn’t heard the sirens rolling through his mind.

His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. God he hoped. He hoped beyond hope beyond hope.

“Isn’t that location right beside Patton’s ministry?” Logan’s voice cut through, tight and slightly higher than normal.

“Yes it is.” Janus said, struggling to keep his voice level as his mind raced.

“Do you have that feeling too?”

Janus nodded. He wasn’t sure he could even speak anymore. His throat was tight. He had to constantly blink away the slight blurring gathering at the edges of his vision.

Street after street, Janus could have worn away a diamond Mount Everest using a spoon with how long the trip had dragged on.

With one last turn, he tore onto the road where they’d been called to. The church Patton served stood out immediately. The steeple had been popping in and out of Janus’s vision as soon as he had gotten onto the side streets off of the main road.

All in all, Janus couldn’t help but let a little tension out of his muscles when he screeched to halt in front of the house. Surprisingly, the house looked perfectly fine.

Or perhaps at the very least, not obviously subject to a break-in. No shattered windows or door broken off it’s hinges.

Well… Unless…

The front door was opened… wide open…

Screeching to a halt behind them, Roman and Virgil’s vehicle came to a stop behind their patrol car as Janus and Logan hopped out. Guns at the ready.

“I’ll take the front. Logan, cover me from the left. If I remember correctly, the living room and bedrooms are on the right. Should give you a better vantage.” Janus said. He let the implication hang in the air.

A weathered smile. A plate of cookies. A collective laugh as dentures were quickly caught.

Why?

Janus ran up the steps to the porch, gun held down slightly. He waited until he heard a slight creak on his left to begin to enter the house. But that wasn’t the only other thing he heard.

“Police! If you’re armed, come out with your hands up! If you are injured, announce your presence now!” Janus yelled.

The house was dark. Even the light outside could barely peek through the thick curtains, the only light source was the light streaming in through the still open door.

But what those curtains didn’t block out was the sound of crying and of wails of words he could not decipher.

This must have been what the dispatcher heard.

But they weren’t Janus. They didn’t recognize this voice.

Despite how garbled with chokes and sobs and wails it was, he could never mistake that voice.

Patton.

His gun hand began to tremble, but Janus immediately steadied it. He couldn’t afford to falter.

Especially not now.

“Clear!” Janus announced.

After ensuring the front living room was clear, Janus walked carefully into the doorway to the hall. He cleared the rooms on the right as Logan entered on the left, shouting “Clear!” before the crying swelled to a crescendo at the last door in the hall.

“No!” A yell from the back bedroom came.

By this time, Roman and Virgil had come from where they had checked the other side of the house. Not that Janus had heard them. (What would his supervisor say?)

“Clear” Roman said as he cautiously fell in line behind Virgil, everyone primed in front of the bed room door.

He could feel their eyes and furrowed brows as he held for a moment longer than he should.

Patton was in there. They all knew it.

God, Janus just hoped he’d get the chance to say goodbye.

He slammed the door open, raising his gun as he entered the room.

“Freeze!”

The words left his lips, but immediately, he wanted to take them back as Patton’s red-rimmed eyes blinked back at him. He caught as Patton’s face went from scrunched and hysterical to wide and… devastated….?

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please!” Patton screamed as he huddled over where he was holding someone-

Wait…

Holding someone?

Oh. Oh.

Janus couldn’t help it. He rose his non-gun hand to his mouth as the scene before him finally registered.

Patton was in the center of the room, the bed nearly at his back as he sat kneeled in the floor. In his lap, lay the sweetest old lady that went to Patton’s church. Everyone had called her “Aunt Patty,” though only two or three people in the whole church were ever related to her.

Always had warm cookies ready to munch on. Clothed so many kids she might as well have been a department store. Would give you the clothes off her back if you needed anything in her style.

There she was, face swollen, nearly every visible part of her skin was bloodied and filled with cuts. Now that Janus considered it…

Had her bedroom carpet always been red?

No.

Patton… the walls… the carpet. They were all covered in her blood.

Retching from the doorway filtered through the room, though Janus was too distracted to turn to find who it was.

With a spark of light glinting off of it, Janus’s gaze dropped to the knife conspicuously nestled in the now blood soaked carpet.

Janus couldn’t stop himself as he stumbled back first into the far wall, his hand over his racing heart. He was just glad his gun didn’t misfire as it hit the ground on one of the only places the carpet wasn’t stained red.

There, engraved on the handle of the kitchen knife in his own handwriting, read: My Dearest Patton, “Knife to Meet You”

His gaze rose from the knife to met Patton’s.

He waited for a refusal, a reason, that Patton had just stumbled upon his own knife and this grisly scene. That Patton hadn’t…. He hadn’t…

But as Janus watched, Patton’s eyes simply teared up, looking away from Janus as he cradled her body closer to him.

“I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!”

And that was when Janus’s whole world fell apart.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #dlamp #moceit #romantic dlamp #tw blood #knife to meet you #gore mention #law enforcement #police #priest #sanders sides au #sanders sides angst #established dlamp

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cerastes · 5 months

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I don't know if you said it in specifics before, but I know you've said a few times that understanding Dollkeeper Specter/Laurentina's Skill 3 turns her into an EXTREMELY busted unit when you know how to use it. From what I've read the skill seems it gives her some really fat attack and HP buffs along with making her deal even more damage the lower her HP is compared to whatever she's attacking but... well, you're the resident AH enjoyer, so I was hoping to hear it from you.

Here you go.

#dlamp dictator #arknights #specter

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vulgarvixxen · 11 months

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Roman being a birthday whore

Tw: drugs, alcohol, suggestive drinks, sex, crying(the happy kind but it’s there), drunk/tipsy sex, orgy

It was his birthday and Roman had been invited to a concert by his twin who knew how much he wanted to see this new band but was too nervous to go alone.

The band had a masquerade theme, each member wearing a mask that hid half their face. The lead singer Emotions had a cat mask with light blue details, Logic wore a raven mask with indigo and dark blue highlights against the black feather and played the keyboard. The bassist, Anxiety, wore a mask that covered the bottom of his face in a creepy spider mouth in a deep purple, the drummer, who went by Deceit, had a snake tattoo on the left side of his face and a yellow and gold snake mask on his right half. They were really cool and their music was a mix of seductive melodies with thought provoking lyrics that got Roman’s creative side flowing.

Remus brought “Birthday Queen” and “Birthday Bitch” sashes for them to wear, they were corny but in the fun way that his brother could be when he wasn’t being a gore gremlin from work. (Being head of the special effects team for horror movies really warps one’s humor.) The club was more underground and you had to “know a guy” to get in, which both twins did but Roman had never taken advantage of the fact. Being a costume designer and inspiring actor didn’t leave him a lot of time to make friends let alone friends you’d take to a club that had a grungy “IDGAF” vibe and catered to mainly behind the scenes clientele.

The outside was a boring looking concrete structure and inside it stayed mostly concrete, the walls were graffitied in mixed of color that popped out in 3-D designs where the black lights hit them. And the floors were a checkerboard of colored concrete covered in epoxy, glitter and confetti that seemed to be mixed in or just stuck between layers. It was grungy and beautiful, Roman was blown away and so grateful that his brother brought him here at last!

When a bartender wearing shades saw Remus they waved the twins over, “Hey Babe, I got you those passes you wanted. Two VIPs and two drink bracelets, your sweet birthday asses get to meet the band and all your drinks are free.” They explained, clipping on a neon pink bracelet, reminiscent of old hospital bracelets, onto each of their wrists. Remus gave them one of his happy feral grins, “You’re the best, Remy! I’d blow you right now if you weren’t on the clock.” To that “Remy” got a devilish grin of their own, “Speaking of blow jobs, let’s start you cuties off with a bj shot.”

The drink was made with some kind of coffee liqueur that smelled way too good to be cheap, Irish cream, and a healthy squirt of whipped cream. One of the shots was topped with edible gold and the other with edible rainbow glitter, Remus pulled the shots closer to the edge of the bar, taking the gold one for himself and putting the rainbow one in front of Roman. “There’s rules for this drink Ro-bro, no hands allowed, you have to knock it back with your mouth alone.” And to show what he means, Remus leans forward and wraps his lips around the glass rising up to throw the shot back. The chaos twin winks at Remy as he sets the shot glass back down without touching it, Remy looked like he was not at all impressed but that could have been his neutral face. Taking a stance so he won’t fall over, Roman put his hands behind his back and tried to copy what his brother did. It wasn’t perfect but he was able to get his mouth around his shot eventually, the taste of sweet coffee pours over his tongue and he finds it covers any alcohol flavor. He can’t quite put it down like Remus so once the glass is empty he uses his hand to put it on the bar, “That was really good, thanks Remy.” Remy smiled at him, “No problem, Babe, go have a fun birthday.”

The first hour was full of local bands playing a song or two, never staying for long before the next one came one, most of them weren’t Roman’s taste but a few didn’t sound half bad. They ended up buying a shirt from a three person band that was called Rainbow Panic and reminded him of LaPeer, the girls all wore different pride buttons and looked pretty young to be already so talented. They asked the girls to autograph the shirts. Between bands they got more drinks and mingled with some of the regulars that Remus seemed to know, it was really feeling like a party by the time the main act, the reason they were there, The Guise!

Conversation quieted to barely a whisper as the band started playing their song ‘Façade’, a song about feeling like an imposter in your own life. It was one of Roman’s favorites and the reason he had sought out more of their music, he was mouthing along with it as he let it flow through him. He couldn’t be sure but it looked like Anxiety noticed because he was giving their table more glances than the rest…could just be the silly birthday get up though. The second on the playlist was another great song, probably their most popular, ‘Subterfuge’. This one was about how we’re lied to from childhood and how telling the truth is more deceptive in this day and age. The story is cool but the lyrics are so clever by using words with double meanings. The next few in the list are ‘Parody’, ‘Veneer, and ‘Strike A Pose’, each one was pretty good and Roman knew all the words still but he wasn’t in love with them like the first two. The last before the break was Roman’s current favorite, ‘Reproduce’, it was about how being creative could feel like making love or being screwed. It was both relatable and really sexy, Emotions and Deceit shared the microphone for this one and it did things to his insides.

The break saw Remus getting them some pretzels while Roman kept watch of their drinks, the line at the bar was long so he wasn’t expecting his brother for a while. So when someone sat next to him Roman was rightfully surprised, the guy was wearing a purple hoodie that hid most of his face in shadow that set him on edge. “Uh sorry, just wanted to say happy birthday. Hope it’s a good one.” And just as quickly as he arrived the hooded mystery man was gone back into the crowd.

Remus thankful got back in time for the last small band to still be playing and Ro could tell him everything about the mystery guy, “Ooh, sounds like you could end up having a happy ending to your happy birthday. Lucky.” Re teased, knowing that Roman wasn’t one to typically have one night stands. They ate their snack and clapped with the rest of the room when The Guise came back for their final half. ‘Four-Flush’ about a lover cheating, ‘Assume’ about assuming a persona and the assumptions made because of that persona, ‘Jubilee’ celebrating a success by aiming higher, ‘Holy Revelry’ a newer song about embracing your flaws because it makes you human, and lastly the song that cemented their popularity, ‘Masquerade’, all about coming out of the closet and facing the “red death” of being disowned. The queer community in Hollywood had fallen in love with the pure emotion that Emotion put into it, it had made Roman cry the first few times he heard it.

The show wraps up with Emotions and Deceit thanking the audience and a club worker saying that the live music for the night was over and that a DJ would be playing the rest of the night. This was when Remus nudged him and waved their VIP passes at him, “Let’s go meet the band Ro-bro!” Oh right, they had those, he had forgotten. O-M-G he was going to meet the Guise, this was the best birthday ever! Going to the door that the band went through was nerve wracking, the bouncers were super nice though and knew Re so that was comforting. In the back there was an area or closed doors probably for dressing rooms and a curtain that the bouncers had pointed them to. Behind it was the band sitting on various furniture, chilling and out of some of the more restrictive parts of their costumes. The smell of weed tickled Roman’s nose and he noticed Deceit and Logic passing a thin joint between them, Emotions was drinking a bright pink concoction that almost hurt to look at, and Anxiety was sitting on the arm of a chair wearing a familiar hoodie and fiddling with his mask.

“Hiya, you guys rock. I can see why my bro here is a huge fan.” Remus says as a way of announcing their arrival. Anxiety jolts from his task and Roman can see his eyes widen, that was the mysterious stranger! Emotions waves at them, “Hi, nice to have you here and also happy birthday!” His talking voice is higher but just as soothing to hear, it distracts Roman from his mini heart-attack realization. Remus shoves Roman onto an unoccupied couch and sits next to him, “Thanks, sorry if Roman stays quiet for a hot second, normally he’s a real talker but he’s all star struck. Give him a minute and he’ll probably have a good story about some celebrity he fitted for some movie or whatever.” Roman blushes at the mention of his work, he always forgot that he technically was around stars all the time.

Logic asks if Remus has any stories of his own, the gremlin talks about meeting the lead lady of horror herself Sigourney Weaver when he worked on the newest Halloween movie. That got Roman to speak up a little and add the part Remus had purposely left out, it was purposely because Remus would never forget a part of that story. The conversation started picking up from there and soon Roman didn’t notice Remus leaving with Remy after a drink drop-off. He did however notice when the guys started to take off their masks.

Logic and Emotions had the easiest to get off and they both switched out contacts for very similar glasses, Logic with black and Emotions with a sky blue. Anxiety had followed with his spider mask and put it in a bag by his chair, he put in a set of spider bites that shone a rainbow of colors. Deceit was the last to uncover his full face but he didn’t add anything, actually he removed something, his tattoo! It had apparently been a temporary one he used to obscure his identity. But now Roman had a new problem, they each were very pretty and giving him a lot of attention.

“You know,” Deceit purrs, “We were going to go out and unwind, you should come with us.” Emotions nods enthusiastically, causing Deceit to chuckle. Logic chimes in next, “I’m sure if you let your brother know that it won’t be a problem, he seems like the protective sort.” Roman nods, Remus had always been his physical protector while Roman stood up for Remus during conflicts of feelings. It was just how they balanced each other out. “Be sure to share your location too, safety and all that.” Anxiety adds. Could he? Should he? This was every real life horror story beginning but it’s not like he was stupid enough to not already know to share his location, not that he needed to with the twins having “track my phone” for each other. “I mean, I’d like that. Re would probably say I need to be more adventurous anyway…” he was already pulling out his phone and sending the texts.

After some late night greasy hole in the wall food the band takes him along to a coffee shop that was pretty close to his own apartment, he didn’t say anything but they all knew the menu so they must come often. It’s there he sees the signs that the guys are partners in more than just the band. Emotions is a touchy person so seeing him hang onto the others doesn’t register at first but then he kisses Deceit and that tracked, the duets had so much heat in them not to be from actual feelings. But then he kisses Logic and calls him Logie, it’s too sweet to be a nickname based on his persona so it must be from Logic’s real name. Next was Anxiety snuggling his face into Deceit’s neck, the act screamed “lovers”. So when Roman caught smaller hints it became obvious that the band was a polycule.

Emotions giggly held his hand as the group went to the apartment complex just around the block from his own, Anxiety was close enough to his other side that they bumped shoulders in a way that felt intentional. Logic led the way with Deceit bringing up the rear, Roman felt safe instead of crowded like he would have normally. Inside their place was extremely homey, lived in and filled with love, it reminds Roman of sharing a dorm with his brother and Emile in college. “I’m grabbing beers, requests?” Anxiety asks, heading to what was likely the kitchen. Logic asked for his “usual” and Emotions called for a “dark”, what’s brought in is some local brew, two light beers and two lagers. “I didn’t know what you liked so I grabbed extras of their stuff, but um, I could get you water if you want.” Anxiety offers. It was really nice of him but Roman was in the mood for a normal beer after all those mixed drinks. “Beer sounds good to me, thanks.”

After a few beers they accidentally let slip their names, Patton, Logan, Virgil, and Janus. Roman now had a lap full of Patton, the guy was playing with Roman’s sash and humming. The others were all talking quietly as not to disturb Pat’s bubble of sound, it was a surprise when suddenly there was a pair of lips kissing his neck. He must of made a noise because the other three had stopped talking, he should be stopping Pat, those were Patton’s partners and the poor guy probably was drunk enough to think he was one of them! He was going to say something when Janus chuckled, “Of course our dear Emotions would be the first to make a move.” With the silence broken Virgil adds in quickly, “You can say no, he won’t be upset, we won’t be upset. This is all so sudden and all.” Logan seems to agree with how he nods and puts a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

“W-what if I don’t want to say no?” Roman stutters, face burning. “Please.” Patton has quit giving him hickeys to give him the sexiest pair of puppy eyes. That was just unfair. Heart hammering Roman kisses those pouting lips, the next bit is a blur but eventually the five of them are in a bedroom with a California King with far less clothes on then they had on in the living room. Patton was kissing his neck again and Virgil had claimed his lips, he could see Logan or Janus but he could feel their hands all over him. Someone was taking off his pants but he couldn’t care less who, Virgil had just made the hottest whine into his mouth and he was kinda more focused on that. Whoever was taking pants off had done the same for Patton and making rounds, Virgil was rutting his hard-on onto Roman’s own. Patton switching places with Logan and slicked fingers entered him, “Good boy, so relaxed and willing to be filled” Janus hummed the praise from close by, Roman whimpered into Virgil’s kiss.

Logan had three fingers fully inside Roman when he pulled out, they were almost immediately replaced by Virgil’s dick. Roman figured it was him from the piercing and the way Virgil sighed at the same time he was filled. The pace started slow and built up, moans were mixed with praise and kisses from the others to both of them. All too soon Virgil had finished, pulling out quickly and falling into Janus’s waiting arms. “Aww, was our spiderling that pent up that he couldn’t even make it to our guest’s first time?” It was teasing but the tone made it sound like this was normal, Virgil was just like that.

Now Patton was back in front of him and had a happy grin on his cherub face, “Ro-Ro! It’s my turn, do you want my dick or my mouth?” Roman had always been more a bottom and when it came to oral he much preferred giving than receiving, “Your dick, please.” He answered, though quietly like he wasn’t already in their bed. “Aww, no need to be coy! You’re being so good using your words, you’re a very good boy.” God, Roman didn’t know why that pet name was affecting him more than ever before, was it because of who was saying it or how they said it like it was true? He couldn’t think about it long as Patton pushed in and Roman had to keep himself from screaming in pleasure. Emotions not only had a big heart but also a huge cock, thickening as it went and it just kept going! Logan rubbed one of his hips, helping him relax again and take more.

The pace Patton set was slow, he didn’t build up like Virgil had but kept perfect rhythm as he pushed deeper each time in. As this was going on Logan had moved on to just as slowly jacking Roman off, slick fingers playing with him like they had all the time in the world. When Virgil came back into the mix it was to litter his neck in soft kisses, from what Roman could see Janus was buried in Virgil and watching as the others played their parts. Something about that seemed so romantic and loving, so private that the blush on his cheeks traveled down to his chest. Looking at Logan or Patton didn’t help, they were looking at him like something precious. He spilled over Logan’s hand with a sob, Janus and Logan coo over him thinking it was just the orgasm but he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so loved. Patton came a few thrusts later, praise and “love you”s spilling out of him like a salve on a burn.

Janus and Logan kept up the coos as Patton and Virgil cuddled, dozing in and out as they watched for now. He was lubed up again by Logan as Janus took to kissing him, deeply and hotly. He didn’t notice when they started frotting but he was very aware when Logan entered him, the pace set was in sync with him and Janus. “You have been very good, Roman. Never impatient or demanding, you were even going to remind Patton that he wasn’t kissing one of us. So honest and humble, such a good boy.” Logan whispers into his ear, it has him whimpering into the kiss again and praying he isn’t crying. Janus breaks the kiss to add his own whispers, “Virgie showed you his face but you didn’t call him out backstage, you didn’t accuse me of being fake because of the tattoo either. How are you just so lovely, hmm? You could brag about working on movie sets but you got awe-struck by us, how did we go so lucky?” Roman is definitely close to tears now, hiding his face into Janus’s shoulder to hide his wet eyes and just bask in the moment.

Logan picks up his thrusts and ends up cumming next, not that Roman and Janus are far behind. Roman is pampered with kisses and more praises as the revived Patton gets washcloths to clean up with and Virgil has water bottles at the ready. Like outside Roman is in the middle of the group as they all settle down into a calm, he’s pretty sure Patton will be asleep soon and the rest of them are not going to last long either. He wonders as he starts to drift off if this will just be for tonight and he’ll have to treasure this night or if maybe, just maybe he has a chance to be part of this relationship.

In the morning he has several texts from Remus saying he was also going out, that he was staying with Remy, don’t wait up ;). Logan is awake and in the living room as Roman heads for the door, “Roman, a moment please.” He’s not sure what to expect from this, maybe a warning to keep quiet about their identities or not to contact them again, what he doesn’t think will happen is Logan adding his number to Roman’s phone or a promise of sending the rest of their numbers later in the day. “We normally date a new person first before taking them to bed but last night was an exception. I hope you will accept the offer.” The kiss goodbye was gentle and warm and Roman can’t help but smile all the way home.

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