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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Kiss of Death (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: If the Angel of Death came upon you but you had half an hour, what would you do?

BGM: Ateez “Inception” slowed + reverb

Word count: 1,639

Warnings: Character death and preparation

Tags: @rintomoj @yuki-osaki @yamichxn @lonelyfangirl453 @cyanide9602 @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: Really proud of this one, I really like it and I hope you guys do too.

The figure looms over you, its shadowy silhouette casting the room in darkness against the moonlight streaming through your window. At first, you figured it was a thief or murderer breaking in; anyone else would have concluded the same judging from the dark clothes and intimidating demeanor.

That is, until you realize the massive shadow blocking out all the light is due to a pair of overarching, feathery wings.

Your mouth can't help gaping open as you jolt up in bed. There's a supernatural creature visiting you at what you assume is an ungodly hour of the night. The thick grey wings retract into their back, allowing you view of their entire physique as the moonlight rushes back into your room, no longer restricted.

The figure appears human, their white cloak's hood settles over squared shoulders and hips of roughly the same width. Their hair cropped short and the rest of their features remain androgynous. You should be scared of the intruder, but something about their serene expression and inexplicably calm aura dispels any tension in the room.

"My child, forgive me for disturbing you," their airy voice is just as serene as their appearance, a gentle fingers barely ghosting your cheek, "But I'm afraid your time has come."

Your eyes widen. "M-My time? As in..."

They nod slowly, the hand cool hand trailing down to gingerly take your hand. "It is sudden, but to compensate, you are allowed half an hour to do as you please."

It's expected that being told you're going to die would send cold down your spine and threaten your entire being, your body shivering as your mind tries to comprehend what exactly it means to cease to exist. While it does happen, you're calm and collected, smiling at the messenger. "I'm thankful for the warning. At least I won't have to leave without preparations."

Your mind is surprisingly rational in the face of an earth-shattering reality, you're unsure if it's because of the influence of the angel or your complete blind acceptance of fate - you hope it's the latter.

You begin your preparations. The first thing you do is gather as many letters and envelopes as you have in your room. Each one is addressed to those dear to you: to your closest friend and loving family members. Pouring your most genuine feelings out into each of these makes your only slightly regretful that you might not have showered them with enough love in your life this far, but at this point you can only hope your affections shine through in your last moments, and that the thought of you writing your last words to them in your dying breaths will hold more weight.

Next, you pull out your bank card and all the money you have stashed in an extraneous corner of your sweater drawer. Dividing it into two even piles; one goes into the envelope for your parents and the other for your closest friend. In the envelope for your parents, you also include your bank card and the PIN, along with the trust that they'll know how to divide the money in the bank - though you very strongly suggest the idea of them taking much needed vacation for themselves. To your friend, you also include a list of all your social media and email accounts connected to friends you can only talk to and not meet face to face, mandate that they split this money between the other friends who need it most, that you trust their judgment, and also to spare some for themselves.

Finishing all the writing, the weight on your shoulders slowly lifts, as if releasing all your affections on paper is a much needed therapy. You try not to think of the possibility that it might just be your soul slowly disconnecting from your body.

"What will they think I died from?" you ask curiously, placing the envelopes face up on your desk.

The angel - who has been patiently watching your tranquil planning from afar - blinks. "They will think you simply died in your sleep.

"I see."

The only remaining preparation in your home was to leave your apartment key under the mat in front of your door. You send a text to that same closest friend to come by in the morning to help clean, and if you didn't answer the door to use the spare key under the mat.

All of this took up a 25 minutes of your remaining time. However, there is one more person you couldn't stop thinking about as your time of expiration looms closer and closer. You turn to your companion. "Would you mind teleporting me somewhere? There's one last person I need to see."

Three raps on the balcony door was all it took for you to see movement in the bedroom. The lump rolls over, a head peaks out from under the blanket, first checking the time then lifting up to face the window. Bicolored hair is illuminated as the figure slowly retreats from the bed, clad in nothing but dark sweatpants.

Your heart pounds and your stomach churns, the normal reaction that he elicits out of you whenever you're near him.

The boy rubs his eyes and blinks the sleep away, focusing on your waiting figure. He opens the balcony door full of confusion. "(Y/n)? Why are you here? It's 3 am." His voice is as gravelly as you've only imagined hearing it being, thought you usually picture him greeting you in the morning after sleeping next to him.

Anticipation wells up inside you. Up to this point, you had no problem spilling your deepest thoughts to your loved ones, but something about him had always made you think twice before showing any sort of affection. Call it a force of habit, but you've never wanted him to know about your crush on him since you wanted to preserve your friendship and keep your relationship from becoming awkward around your mutual friends.

But you have nothing to lose at this point; might as well cross this final what-if off your list in your last few minutes. "I know it's late, Todoroki, but I have to tell you something It can't wait until morning."

He sighs heavily and leans against the door frame. "I'm listening."

You use the ever-lightening weight you feel unraveling within you as strength to call upon. "I have feelings for you."

The boy's expression doesn't change after you've ripped the bandage off, his stoic expression still in tact.

You can't help but let out a puff of laughter. "You're the only person I've met who I can confidently say I've imagined waking up next to. I always thought we would've been compatible as a couple, we would've been happy together. Your calm nature, your quiet power and charisma, your heart, I did fall for all of it. And... I didn't want to leave without finally saying this to you."

This is your first confession. Every other crush you had, you let pass you by without so much as a word or hint. But now, you've run out of time to hide it. In a way, you're grateful for the pressure to finally overcome your fear of rejection, but only regretful that it came under these circumstances. If he rejects you now, it doesn't matter.

But Todoroki's response was unreadable, the only display of feeling being his slightly widened eyes.

Your face gets hot and you laugh to cover it up. "Yeah, I came at 3 am to confess to you, I'm sorry." Your eyes flicker to the clock on his bedside table, the time telling you that you have barely two minutes to wrap this up. Behind you, the angel makes its presence known by gingerly touching their hand to your shoulder. "I need to be going now."

You're about to leave the balcony when another stroke of bravery crosses your mind. Squarely facing him, you grip his neck and tug him closer until your lips meet gently as you've dreamed of on many occasions, though the burst of electricity that erupts between you two is indescribably better than what you've imagined.

Todoroki's hand reaches to meet your wrist just as you pull back to rest your forehead against his. You want to laugh; such a blissful feeling was waiting for you this entire time where you could've had endless kisses like these, but you have to be satisfied with just the one as it's the only one you're getting. You almost forgot that you have to part ways with him forever now. Still, it's a perfect way to die, you think in bittersweet parting sorrow.

You step away from him for his tether on your arm to keep you still. He finally exhibits emotion: desperation and hunger for another one, mixed with fear as he acknowledges there must be something amiss. "Don't go," he pleads, as if this is the last time he sees you. Little did he know it would be.

You give him one last smile. "Goodnight, Todoroki. Thank you." Your body is feather light now, your time whittling away to the final seconds. Without a second thought, you let go and fling yourself off the balcony.

In the blink of an eye, you're back in your familiar room, laying in your bed. The conflicting sensation of a heavy body but weightless inside overtakes you, and you know it's time. The lingering aftermath of your final kiss still on your lips, you smile to yourself. If your soul can remember memories, you hope this feeling remains permanently engraved in them. "I'm ready to go." Your eyes flutter closed and you breathe out, your terminal exhale coming with the tingle of a thin thread gently unraveling its last fibers.

A faraway caress is your final feeling.

"Rest now, my child."

Part 2

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki angst #todoroki imagine #todoroki scenario #gender neutral reader #mha todoroki #bnha todoroki #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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jcmorrigan · 3 years

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more Blakeworther headcanons!! i want you to go ham with em too!! :D

Go ham, huh? So...I probably went the opposite direction of what you wanted or expected. But I just read “Our Coffin Is a Twin-Sized Bed” (Blakeworth fic, REALLY ANGSTY) and I loved it but it also made me very depressed. Anyway, it put the idea of CHARACTER DEATH in my head, and so I’m like...what if you took Vincent, Victor, and Albert, and you have an AU where each one of them dies, and how would the other two react?

Except I want to have my cake and eat it too. That prompt on its own is a bit...disheartening. So I had to treat myself by saying that each time, the death was actually a fakeout, and whoever “died” turns up just fine later. Which made for extra reunion headcanons!

Get ready for: the one where each one of them “dies” and the other two grieve in their own special way, only for the “dead” to have been fine the whole time

VINCENT

· They were setting up bombs in a facility owned by Myers, hoping to bring down one of the bigwigs – possibly Monseiur M himself – in the explosion. Albert and Victor finished their rounds, then came back outside to wait for Vincent. Vincent radioed that he was almost finished – and then the whole building went up in smoke.

· It took Victor and Albert a few minutes to process what had happened. He…he had to have gotten out, right? There’s no way Vincent would die on this mission.

· But he doesn’t show up.

· Watching the conflagration, agape and wide-eyed, Victor and Albert reach out to draw each other closer, hoping it just isn’t what it looks like.

· Eventually, there are sirens, and they have to escape back to the mansion.

· Albert finds the nearest piece of furniture he can sit on, sinks down, and starts sobbing. It doesn’t help that this is HIS house they’re living in, this is HIS chair Albert’s crying on, and he’s not even here.

· I’m not actually sure if Victor’s eyes have tear ducts, but he is similarly distraught. He sits down beside Albert, trying to reassure him, “We’ll be okay. He’d want us to keep going. We’ll…we’ll be fine…”

· His voice cracks. He can’t deal with this. Now he’s holding onto Albert not only for the sake of comforting him but of getting comforted.

· They rattle around Vincent’s house for the next few days, utterly depressed. Everywhere they go, every corner they turn, they’re reminded of the spaces where he’s not.

· Albert is caught talking to himself – and berating himself in a bad imitation of Vincent in order to simulate their arguments. Victor can only listen for so long before he’s too emotional and has to leave.

· “You promised me you wouldn’t do this,” Victor says as he kneads a bedsheet between his fingers.

· Eventually, the two of them hold a small service. They construct Vincent a grave out back in the yard. Each says a few words –

· Victor: “I still don’t regret it. Not a day.”

· Albert: “If you think I wanted to win our rivalry this way…you were wrong. I’d give anything to have you back.”

· When behind them they suddenly hear “If I’d’ve known you two would get this morose, I wouldn’t have bothered to plant those explosives in the first place.”

· They turn around, and…he’s here. Vincent’s here, looking quite grumpy.

· “I thought it would be fairly obvious that I wasn’t dead. You two really went all out on this?”

· Albert: “You’re not an exact replica with Vincent’s memories, are you? Actually, I have no problem if you’re an exact replica with Vincent’s memories.”

· Victor and Albert run to him, embrace him tightly. Vincent’s rolling his eyes because these idiots got themselves worked up for nothing – but he’s lying if he says he isn’t really, really touched by how much they missed him. He’ll have to be careful not to make them worry in the future.

VICTOR

· Assassins have the mansion surrounded. Victor urges Albert and Vincent to go on ahead without him. He’ll catch up. But first he has to buy them time.

· Albert and Vincent head to a motel three towns over – only to hear that the mansion was cleared out, then raided by authorities, and after the cyborgs were put down, no living people remained in the house.

· “No,” Vincent says. “He’s fine. He’s FINE.” And he won’t hear otherwise.

· Not even after a week.

· Albert is starting to grieve, but Vincent keeps yelling at him, “STOP! HE ISN’T GONE! YOU’RE BEING AN IDIOT!”

· Vincent is angrier than Albert has ever seen him in his whole life. The more days go by that Victor hasn’t turned up, the edgier Vincent’s mood gets.

· Albert has to lock himself in the bathroom if he wants to cry it out.

· But he also knows enough about psychology that he knows Vincent has to be dying inside. “Vincent, you need to talk about what happened.”

· “You’re not even a real psychologist. Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

· At one point, it gets so bad that Vincent locks Albert out of the motel room and refuses to let him in, no matter how much noise he makes.

· That’s when the notes start showing up. The door’s definitely locked, but Vincent finds notes around the motel room that definitely weren’t there a moment ago.

· “I love you. ~AK” “I’m worried about you! ~AK” “Vincent, talk to me. ~AK” “I know many fates worse than death. Do you want to push me that far? ~AK” “Please, Vincent, I need you. ~AK” “Fine. Die alone. ~AK” “I take back my last note. Don’t die alone. I love you. ~AK”

· So eventually Vincent lets him back in, and Albert suggests, one final time, to have Vincent sit through a legitimate therapy session. No Dream Eaters, no tricks, no shell game. And Vincent agrees.

· Vincent lies down on the bed. Albert sits on a chair beside him and starts asking questions – about Victor, about the memories they had, about what Victor means to them both.

· Vincent slowly recalls their entire history – laughing, crying, smiling. And by the end of it, he’s outright sobbing.

· “How can someone who was such a big part of our lives be gone, Albert?”

· And in a historical first, Albert actually lies down on the bed to cuddle Vincent, stroke his hair, and tell him “I miss him too. So much. It’s okay. Just cry.”

· Eventually, they get a message from Winston, saying he has some important information and “cargo” to trade to them if they meet at a rendez-vous point. So they agree. Albert and Vincent head to the alley around midnight to find Winston and…a man in a black hood.

· He throws back the hood. It’s Victor, whose metal eyes are twinkling. “Miss me?”

· All of Vincent’s psychological work is undone; he just says “I knew you weren’t dead.” Albert, on the other hand, TACKLES Victor at unprecedented speed and pins him to the street.

· Once Albert lets him go, Victor goes up to Vincent, and the two of them hold each other’s gaze. They kiss, briefly. That’s all they need to put closure on this.

ALBERT

· He doesn’t come home from a walk one night. Instead, a Dream Eater shows up and hands Vincent and Victor a letter.

· “My beloved Victor and my frustratingly wonderful Vincent, if you are receiving this letter, it means you are not likely to see me again in this lifetime. I have run afoul of enemy forces, and, well, I’ll finally get to see what murder looks like from the other side. I want to thank you for the laughter and tears you both have given me, and for the good times and the bad. I hope you’ll remember me fondly, or at least as a memorable nuisance. With all of my love, goodbye. -Dr. Albert Gerald Krueger”

· This is a joke, right? Victor’s convinced it’s a joke, and Vincent insists this is exactly the kind of prank Albert would find funny…

· Until a month passes and he hasn’t come back.

· Vincent takes a stance: “We never needed him. It was always just you and me from the start, Victor. We can return to our roots. He was always just an extra.”

· Victor: “I know you don’t want to admit you miss him, but that was heartless, Vincent.”

· The two of them end up fighting, sleeping on opposite sides of the mansion for days.

· Victor tries to drink the pain away. (It happens in all three of these scenarios, actually, but this one’s plot-relevant)

· One night, he wakes up at three and decides he’s not drunk enough. So he shuffles down to the bar and…there’s Vincent? Already drinking?

· Victor decides to bite; “What’s all this for?”

· Vincent turns to Victor, and Victor can now see he’s been crying for a while. “I can’t keep this up much longer, Victor. The two of us were happy before he broke in…why can’t I be happy? Why do I still miss him so much? Why can’t I just function?”

· Ah. Now Victor knows it is definitely about Vincent not wanting to admit he misses Albert or even liked him. Because here’s Vincent just distraught without Albert.

· Victor sits down by Vincent. Pours himself a drink. “We can’t erase him, but we can dull the memories for a night.”

· It’s a miracle they don’t die of alcohol poisoning that night. They toast Albert’s memory, and at one point, Victor, a little out of his mind already, just poured a whole bottle of brandy on the floor in his honor.

· Then, a couple days later, they’re trying to figure out how they’re going to break this to Taylor. They’ve avoided Taylor for so long so they didn’t have to bring this up.

· There’s a knock on the door. Vincent gets up with trepidation, gun in hand because he’s not sure who it’ll be. Victor follows, ready to throw down.

· The door swings open…

· Albert: “I apologize. I didn’t think I’d be gone that long.” And he’s smiling like he’s just a couple hours late, not a whole month and change in which the other two thought he was dead. “What did I miss?”

· There’s a silence as Victor and Vincent gape. Then Victor breaks into a wide smile; “Alb – “

· Vincent DECKS ALBERT IN THE FACE.

· Albert, on the ground, says “I deserved that.”

· Vincent: “How could you do that to me? How could you tear me apart? How could you make me so empty inside over someone like YOU? How could you make it hurt so badly to love you?”

· He’s getting rather emotional, a tear or two falling, and Albert realizes that Vincent actually…missed him. And the immense potential for blackmail this will bring.

· Victor steps forward to help him up off the ground. Pulls Albert into a too-tight hug in the process. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

· Then they head inside because Albert kinda needs an ice pack for the eye Vincent hit now.

#vincent edgeworth #victor blake #albert krueger #blakeworther #this episode powered by 'when the party's over' by billie eilish!

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anteroom-of-death · 4 years

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Life, for Dummies p8

a/n: *tyra banks voice* the master, but make it domestic. sorry all, tumblrs tags didn’t populate part 7 in the tags. but hey! lemon! romance! a little spice...

You woke with a curious yet lazy start, the smell of coffee and other breakfast-y type scents were drifting in your bedroom door. The sun was lazing in and your ceiling fan was twisting around giving you a hypnotic white noise. You dreamt the Master had returned for you, that he was genuinely sorry, it was confusing, but you shook it off and enjoyed the morning.

Then it dawned on you: the scent of coffee? Food? How could that happen. You were in another room. You were suddenly in not such an enjoyable mood. You grabbed your screwdriver and crept out to the kitchen and found him at your table, he was reading a well-worn copy of 50 Shades of Grey.

“Morning, I thought you’d never wake! Coffee, just how you like it. I also made those things you like.” He smiled and placed it down, clearly on best behaviors. He pointed out his place setting for you, complete with daffodils and a paper towel folded like a swan.

“Is Gallifrey a hood in Boston?” You querched up and eyebrow and eyed up the coffee tentatively. He was good, remembering that you needed coffee for any basic functions to happen. You smelled it and took a few cautious half sips. His coffee was better tasting than you remembered.

“Hmm?” He asked, clearly confused. You indulged him in an elaboration. “You are certainly brown-nosing like a little Masshole.”

“That slang for people that are from Massachusetts, yeah?” He seemed a tad more confused, but he got the gist of the sentiment.

“Finding your inner goddess?” You lightly mocked his choice of reading material.

“Oh yes! I was out of touch with her for a while...I think I might go back to my chemises and corsets…”

You’d seen Missy from a distance once when you landed on a planet and she was looking for hats on the Planet of the Hats, you could admit, Missy was an experience from the ten seconds you saw her and the fact she vaporized a shopkeeper for having nothing that matched her favorite overcoat.

You shook your head and gave a chuckle.

“I’d like to see it.”

“Come with me, and maybe you will…” He alluded smoothly.

You pointed at your mug of coffee, “I haven’t finished my coffee, therefore, I’m still thinking.” You were firm. You still didn’t know exactly what to think of this all. You were still very angry and very hurt, yet exchanging pleasantries with him like it was no big deal. There was a slight tension in the air, but it wasn't an overt cloud of angst. Perfectly palatable, and doable. Enjoyable even.

“Alight.” He gave you some time and went back to his reading.

The food was phenomenal, you had to give them that. He even drizzled a little bit of maple syrup in the corner of the plate into a smiley face. Cute.

He was begging in the only way he knew how. As much as you would enjoy him begging more, last night's awkward display of the man who has all the words choking at the idea of sentence formation had you in enough stitches for several lifetimes.

You may be a tad bit of a sadist, but you weren’t that big of one.

You let out a sigh, “You have to promise me that you’re all in. You’re not going to pull more nonsense. You’ll also let me put in my two weeks.Maybe even go through a bit of couple’s therapy if need be. You will also not wig out if we meet her again. You. Are. All. In…” You laid out your demands in a succinct voice.

“Lasty, you are not going to take that damned collar off me again once it's on. You are in this ride for the long run. No backing out for any reason…” You forced yourself to say it with a blank face to let him know that you were dead serious.

“All but the therapy and you got yourself a deal.” He offered his hand out as a deal signer. You took it.

“Man’s only as good as his word.” You muttered, but meant for him to hear.

He smiled at the deal.

“I can be domestic around here!” He clapped.

“What?” You staggered back.

“Two weeks of work? And I can show you how good I can be…” The words played out like he was making fun of himself being at the mercy of another.

You rolled your eyes and smiled and rubbed your temples. Your usual migraine was flaring up. You just let him bustle around as you went about your day, clearly in servicing behaviors. Just because the Master was in town didn’t give you the benefit of getting sloppy with your days.

After you got done with everything you sat down and started drafting your resignation letter, casually posing the question, “‘You and our team were a pleasure to work alongside of…’ or ‘It has been a pleasure working alongside the whole sales team…’”

“Pardon?” He paused his tinkering on your security system.

“My resignation letter. Have you ever heard of one?” You dragged slightly, it’s not like Time Lords has Human Resource Management. Insane bureaucrats that they were…”What sounds more diplomatic?”

“The first…” He walked over and peered over at your laptop, peering over to parse through your letter. “Yeah..that is definitely better. Sounds more chipper.”

“Thanks.”

You went on and worked.

Monday eventually came and you printed your letter out and delivered it to the boss.

“Furthering your education?”

“Oh, yeah. Got accepted to a university in Galloway.” You said. The Master thought it would be funny for the play on words due to a Master’s Degree being something a human could earn and Galloway being a place and sounding like Gallifrey. You let him keep it in. As if it would be verified and you’d actually be here to suffer the repercussions. A funny little white lie to fraud you over until you died at the hands of some alien in another galaxy. No big deal.

“Well, congrats! Didn’t know you were looking to further your education! We’ll miss you around here…” Your heart fell a bit, the staff here were all so nice and had that small town charm but none of the artifice. You let yourself ride the wave of guilt. You hoped this would all be worth it.

The rest of the week got tense. Sure the days were oddly peaceful and uneventful, but you two were getting handsy in ways you weren’t quite trusting of him yet. Simple brushes and hands laid on thighs. Quite scandalous, but you even shared the couch together as you watched a movie one night and shared the same snack bowls. He was still the same frighteningly attractive dunce he always was.

What was also on your mind was he was really trying to atone for his poor behavior, your abandonment and anything else that might come to mind. It was beyond astounding that a man would and could try to correct his behavior, especially when you knew what he was capable of in times of casual cruelty.

Your mind ached from the sheer amount of mental gymnastics and working through your thoughts and coping.

But you did enjoy a roomie on his best behaviors.

Soon your two weeks were up however, and you came home and shrugged off your clothes and slipped into a shower. The sweethearts treated you to sparkling wine and mini cupcakes, and even a little gift basket filled with anything a student back to school might need, even a few gag gifts.You nearly cried, but the adrenaline of traveling the stars again won out until midway through scrubbing your scalp. You were so excited for the stars and living a truly exciting life again, but damn if Earth gives her best shot at giving you a reason to stay. You finished up both your crying jag and your shower routine and walked out of the bathroom to go get dressed.

He was drinking a cup of tea in the living room and glanced your way, his eyes grew and got covered in lust, and it happened quicker than you could fathom. The mug fell and sploshed all over the ground as he rushed over to you and pinned you to the wall, shaking your shelves a bit. His mouth found yours as he bit your top lip ferociously. He reached under your towel and slightly worked at you until your jaw went slack and a moan rattled out of you, “I’ve waited too long to touch you, pet.” He huskily moaned. You barely tried to fight it, “I’m not letting you go now, you’re all mine now.” He pinned you to the wall with his hand and undid his belt, “Enough playtime.” He was already hard and tossed your legs up around his waist, you obliged and instinctively wrapped them around his torso, clinging for dear life.

He thrusted up into you and took you in the most aggressive ways, if not for the shock and the thought of “Oh no! I forgot to lotion my legs!” You would have been into it more, but the dryness of your legs was distracting, as they were wrapped around each other and you could feel them sloughing against one another.

He was claiming you in the most primal way. It was more violent as he penetrated your mind, filling you with images of all the other ways this past two weeks he wanted to have you and fill you with his cum.

The one involving your wrought iron fire pit spade to your bare ass was avante-garde and fascinating enough to say the least. That one threw you off the stress of your lotion-less legs.

He pulled your hair by the top and forced you to stare straight at him, “Precocious little slut thought she can forget about her Master, didn’t she?” He pressed his throbbing cock deeper still into you, “Not anymore.” He continued to use you and glare at you with a wicked glint behind rivers of lust.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, grunting, the question wasn’t a question at all, but demanded an answer.

You sputtered out in an almost hypnotized shout, “You! I’m yours!” It was so painful, but it felt so great to say it and own it yourself. You were minutely processing life at the moment.

“Call me by name…” The voice was lower and less staticy.

“M-m-Master!”

“Again!”

“Master!”

“Can’t hear you, pet…”

“Master!” You shouted as it clicked deep inside your skull and you felt him spasm inside you. Overwhelmed by this, he let you go off the wall with his hold and relaxed before petting your hair and smiling serenely.

“You did good…” he gently whispered into your chest as he leaned in a bit, letting himself finish up and leak out of you.

“Uh, thank you?” You were still a tad ready to go, but it seemed he was going to tease you and leave you wanting more. Not that you minded. You could deal with that later on yourself. You were throbbing and wet and your hair was still wet, you noticed.

He got back up and slyly gave you a sideways look, “Turn around and face the wall, little pet.”

You did it and he muttered, “Good girl.” You felt something slightly weighted go around your throat and his hands work some fabric deftly. He spun you around and marched you straight back into the bathroom by your arm pinned to your back, your towel was off and you looked shaken.

But your collar was back on, and it felt strange that it was ever off. He let your hand go as you glided towards the mirror and looked at yourself, stroking both it and your collar curiously, your thoughts flew many more miles away.

You really had thrown yourself back into this. You trembled a bit, nearly in tears because of the simple gesture. Who would have known that a damn collar would have made you feel so many emotions at once?

You had a feeling he knew…

You looked back at his casual, yet pantsless figure looming in the back. He was standing there, as proud as can be, just marveling in the fresh chaos he’d breathed into you. He had broken through what walls you erected and won.

“Why don’t I reclean you. You had been freshly bathed, yeah?” He offered kindly.

He drew you a bath and massaged you down and made sure there was no lasting damage done to you, he even got you a fluffy fresh towel and wrapped you in it and let you alone with your thoughts. (How dangerous!)

You sat in there for what seemed like ten eternities and finally it dawned on you: You were his. You always were his. No amount of time or space or anything would come between you two and the bond forged. It was bizarre to come think of, but the sheer fact that he owned you in such a way, was freeing. Of all the people in the universe, your only equal was this G-dlike being who was off in your house, doing heavens knows what.

And he was crazy about you.

You let out delirious laughter and pulled yourself off the ground and walked out of the bathroom for the second time that night.

He was sitting on your couch with a fresh bowl of popcorn, wrapped in your couch blanket. He looked completely normal. Like he was any other guy, harmless. Pants back on.

“I thought we could finish that wild documentary about the gay redneck zookeeper an the woman who took ‘eat the rich’ a little too to the heart!” He stretched out and offered you a place at his side, you slid in and grabbed a hand of it.

The Master was very good at making popcorn. He did something wild with coconut oil and salt and sugar that made the flavor pop into it. He also somehow managed to pop every kernel every single time. It was the most disconcerting thing about him, if you were completely honest with yourself. No one should wield that kind of power.

“You’re still a rat bastard…” You muttered as you slightly started to drift off.

“Oh, I know.” He confirmed.

You fell asleep glued to his side as some man rode off into the sunset on a jet ski and Eye of the Tiger zagged on.

You vaguely remember stirring gently when he lifted you up and placed you in bed, “Sweet dreams, my pet…” you heard in a sleep-drunk haze. “You have all the rest you need…”

In your mind you heard as you finally got into a deep slumber. “You’re going to need it…”

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bat-losers-inc · 5 years

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Collisions in the Dark (Ch 24) : Endgame

Pairings: Jason Todd/Tim Drake and Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne

Summary: Jason and Tim have to relearn how to live with and trust each other without the threat of Ra’s al Ghul hanging over them. Their progress happens in slow baby steps, but it’s a start. [Final Chapter]

Chapter Notes: Endgame: The third and last phase of the game, when there are few pieces left on the board.

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“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?” — Ocean Vuong

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Things stayed murky between them after that night. Their anger had subdued, and though they no longer fought with each other they also didn’t work to strengthen their relationship. Instead they existed in some on-again-off-again cycle, coming together in bed late at night when the urge to fuck or hold each other was the strongest, and afterwards turning their thoughts back inwards.

Their family tried to be supportive— self help could be a long and hard battle, after all— but Tim could tell that they worried that their relationship was unhealthy. Under any normal circumstances, Tim would have agreed with them.

On one such a night Tim found his way into Jason’s bedroom blocked by the other boy’s tall form.

“Another nightmare?”

“C’mon, you know it is.”

Tim tried to shove past him, but Jason merely leaned his hip against the doorframe and cut off his path. Tim shoved his bangs out of his eyes. He needed to get a haircut, but he hadn’t had time with so many other issues on his mind.

“What are you doing?”

Jason jerked his head back down the hall. “Go to Bruce.”

Tim laughed, “What? Are you ratting on me again?”

Jason didn’t meet his eyes, not out of fear but perhaps… boredom? Like this was all a game that he had outgrown. Despite all of the shit that they endured together, Tim still couldn’t get a read on his thoughts.

“This isn’t meant to be a punishment, Tim. I thought you said you were going to try to work on your relationship with him.”

“When did I say that?”

Jason picked at the worn out elbow of his thermal shirt, pulling off the small pills of thread he found there. “Oh I don’t know. A few days ago. Somewhere in between fucking me and falling asleep. You were uncharacteristically talkative that night.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Tim growled, struggling to keep his voice down, “You have no idea what I’m going through right now—”

“Then tell me.” Jason’s voice was little more than a fierce whisper. “How am I supposed to feel for you if you don’t tell me what’s going on with you? I mean shit Tim! I constantly feel like I can’t trust you anymore and I don’t know how to fix it. Trust comes from honesty— from talking about our feelings. With both of us talking about our feelings.”

“Really Jason? Cause I don’t see you emptying your heart out to me every chance you get.”

It was a low blow. Tim regretted saying it instantly but the words had already been said and now Tim knew he was going to get Jason’s biting honestly.

“Fine. You want to know how I’m feeling? Every night that you come here looking for a quick fuck makes me feel like I’m back in my apartment fucking a stranger.”

Jason’s words cut into Tim like a razor. A stranger, he thought. Had he really pushed Jason so far away from him for him to call Tim that?

Jason looked him up and down. “Whoever this you is that grips my hair too tight during sex and lays in the sheets next to me at night without saying a word, I don’t know him. He doesn’t match up with the you who used to kiss my neck and whisper my name between kisses. You talk to me so little now that I feel like we never knew each other. It makes me feel like you don’t want a relationship with me.”

It didn’t feel true, but Tim understood that he was guilty of this. Some part of him was hoping that Jason loved him enough to let Tim take the parts of Jason that he wanted. Now Tim was realizing Jason loved him enough to say ‘Take it all or take nothing.’

He reached out to cup Jason’s face. “That’s not…My thoughts are dark and depressing and not likely to help anyone that hears them. I do want this relationship to work.”

Jason closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into Tim’s hand for a minute. He seemed to savor Tim’s affection like he’d been starved of it for far too long.

Finally Jason opened his eyes and said, “I know we’ve both been a bit… vacant recently. But we need to at least try to mend some bridges or else why are we even bothering staying together?”

Tim burrowed his teeth into his bottom lip and nodded at the floor. “Okay.”

He let his hand fall to his side and walked silently back to his room. That night he wrapped himself back up in his damp, sweat stained bedsheets. The moon was full and bright through Tim’s window. He stared up at it and went another night without rest.

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He found Jason in the library at one of the large tables under the windows. He’d brought the league files Talia had given him when he moved back into the manor. They were spread out before him now.

Tim struggled to keep his eyes on the top of Jason’s head where it was bent over his notepad. He didn’t need more information on Ra’s or the league to fuel his paranoia further.

He took a deep breath before his spoke.

“Sometimes, you get this look in your eyes… this distant and almost painful look that I can never pin down, and just for a second, I see my mother’s eyes staring back at me.”

Jason tensed over his notepad, unsure if he should glance up. “What are you doing, Tim?”

“Just let me finish,” urged Tim.

“I can’t say that my mother was ever around enough for me to really understand her, let alone truly love her. But sometimes you get that same look and it reminds me of her. It’s about the only time I think of my mother and feel true sympathy for her.”

Finally, Jason pulled his gaze up to meet Tim’s eyes. “What was that about?”

“I’m telling you the truth… a truth . To match the one that you told me the other night. And if you ask me tomorrow, I’ll tell you another.”

Jason’s lips tilted up into a soft smile.

Despite the spark that that ignited inside of Tim’s chest, he pushed on until the end.

“I won’t lie to you, Jason, and make false promises for our future. For now the only promise I can make is to match a truth for a truth until the day comes when there are no secret thoughts left between us.”

Jason reached across the table to twine his fingers with Tim’s. “Thank you.”

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The leaves skittered across the road as Tim walked side by side with Bruce, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat to protect them from the cold air. Already they had walked for more than five minutes, leaving the imposing facade of Wayne Manor to fall away behind the large oak trees.

Bruce looked at him like he was intent of speaking up. His eyes dropped to the road stretching out ahead of them. He adjusted the scarf wrapped around his neck and spoke so suddenly that Tim knew it was a forced effort on the older man’s part.

“How’ve you— I mean… I’ve been seeing you and Jason together more. It seems like things are improving between you two.”

Tim’s lips twitched. “I think so. We’re taking the time to fix things but it’s slow going.”

“I was surprised when you asked if I’d like to take a walk with you today.” said Bruce. “You haven’t exactly been seeking out my company as of late.”

“That’s because every time I turn a corner in the manor you’re there offering it to me.” Tim grunted.

Tim glanced sideways at Bruce as he shrugged his shoulders. “Well I didn’t want to make the assumption that you didn’t need it. I’m trying to make amends too, Tim. I want you to feel like you can come to me.”

Tim sighed and pulled at hand free of his coat to rub at his brow. “Yeah, I know and I’m trying to get to the point where I feel safe coming to you instead of Jason. Maybe we’ll get there eventually, but you have to understand that you may never be able to support me emotionally like Jason can.”

Without realizing it, they had both stopped walking and stood facing each other on the side of the road. A cold breeze swept in between them, trailing dead leaves around their ankles.

Bruce squeezed Tim’s elbow. “I would never try to replace Jason, Tim. I just don’t want to lose you because of my past actions.”

Tim nodded, eyes on Bruce’s hand where it rested on his arm. He tried to remember the last time that he’d had a conversation like this with Bruce. One devoid of mission debriefings and words like self help and therapy. Back when it didn’t feel like Bruce was trying to phone it in until he could shove Tim off on the nearest medical professional.

Tim stepped in closer until he could lean his head against Bruce’s chest. Bruce’s arms came around him slowly, but the heat they offered was just as warm as Tim remembered it.

“You won’t lose me. I swear.”

It felt strange and comforting to have so many people close to him. The past week had seen Tim and Jason trading truths both big and small. Little things like Jason reminding Tim that he loved him and Tim echoing it without hesitation. And bigger truths like Tim telling Jason how he was sometimes afraid of the way that he loved Jason more than he’d loved Conner. Of how Tim felt hollowed by Jason’s death on such a grander scale. That same night, wrapped up in each other’s arms in the dark, Jason told Tim about one of his recurring nightmares. Their truths were fears, loves, dreams, and opinions. Slowly Tim felt their walls coming down brick by brick. With each one that came down Tim and Jason struggled to allow other members into their inner circle of trust.

It was slow, but it was a start.

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monstercupcake61176 · 6 years

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Confusion and Misunderstandings

Summary: In which Logan’s common sense goes flying out the window as Patton, Virgil, and Roman attempt to solve the mystery of who Logan’s crush is.

Pairings: Loceit

Characters: Logan, Roman, Patton, Virgil, Deceit (mentioned)

Warnings: None

Previous, Beginning

“Oh! Logan! What about this?!” Roman sat up in bed and held out one of his ideas. Logan looked over from where he was kneeling on the floor, stuffing ideas into trash bags. “Roman, you know I can’t read that from here.”

“What if we did a video where we recreated fanart?! The Famders could submit their work and we can recreate it in real life! They would love it!” Roman hugged the idea against his chest. “It’s like combining the Voices of Unreason videos with Sanders Sides!”

“Well… That would certainly be interesting…” Logan went back to sifting through ideas. “I’m going to show Thomas this!” Roman placed it on his right before picking up another idea. “Ooh! Cartoon Therapy/Sanders Sides crossover?!”

“How would that even work within the canon that Thomas and Joan have already established for the series?” Logan asked.

“That’s the beauty of crossovers Logan! They defy canon! It’s what makes them so amazing! Like when the Power Rangers teamed up with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!”

Logan paused for a second and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am embarrassed for you…”

Roman just giggled before placing the idea with the small pile on his right. “Alright, I’m done sorting this one!”

“Good, because I have more for you to sort through.” Logan picked up a small stack of ideas and carried it over to his bed, setting it on Roman’s lap.

“This is fun, isn’t it Logan?” Roman smiled and handed him the ideas he’d stacked on his right. “Oh, yes. Just wait until we get to the ceiling…” Logan took the ideas and carried them over to Roman’s desk. He pulled open a drawer and set them inside with the other ideas Roman wanted to keep.

What? Not all of them are garbage! Roman had said to him. So, instead of just disposing of the ideas, Logan had to go through all of them and find the ones that could possibly be good ideas for Roman, bring those ideas to Roman, let him sort through them and decide which ones he wanted to keep, then Logan would store the good ideas with the others. In the meantime, he would focus on saving the possibly good ideas and tossing the unintelligible ones into trash bags for Roman to dispose of once he was back to his full strength. Logan took a moment to asses his work. The floor was almost visible again and Roman’s desk and bed were clean.

That just leaves the walls… And the ceiling… Logan sighed and got back to work. “Say, Logan?” “Hm?” He didn’t look up. “Do you think I’d be well enough to go downstairs and eat dinner with everyone?”

Logan sighed before turning to see Roman’s eager face. “I don’t know about that Roman…” “Please? I miss being with you guys…” Roman attempted to win him over with his “Sad Prince Eyes” which had no effect.

“If you are wanting to avoid Patton and Virgil discovering what happened to you, then eating with them is not the way to go about doing so.”

“But I’m not as skinny as before! Honest!” Roman started to climb out of bed. “Roman!” Logan ran over to steady him before he toppled over. “You are treating me like a piece of glass! Come on Logan, I am a prince! I don’t need to be doted upon.”

“Would you rather me let you fall?” Logan questioned before forcing him to sit back down on the bed.

Roman crossed his arms and pouted. “Now Roman, I know you are frustrated with your current state, but if you want to return to being the strong, capable prince you once were then you have to rest.”

“But Logan look!” He spread his arms out. “My pajamas don’t hang off me as much as they used to! I’m not as tired anymore either! Please, just for one night let me go down and eat with the rest of you!” Roman’s voice quivered slightly as he lowered his arms. “I-I don’t want to be alone anymore…”

Logan’s eyes softened, just barely though. “Have I not been here for you?” He asked while crossing his arms. “Of course you have, and I couldn’t be more grateful. But I miss us, all of us! You, Patton, Virgil and I… It’s not the same without all of us being together.”

Logan sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Patton and Virgil will ask questions…” “I’m prepared to answer them.”

“What if they ask you to stop shutting yourself in here?” “Then I’ll stop.”

“Roman-” “It’s not as if I’d be letting them in my room. I’d just be staying out of it less.” “Then how are we supposed to get this cleaned up?” Logan gestured to the room.

“I’ll still help you…”

“Roman, tell them the truth.” Roman’s face blanched. “I can’t!”

“Why not?! Don’t they deserve to know the truth?!” “It’s not that easy Logan!” Roman flopped back onto his bed. “What would they think of me?! And Logan I-I made you lie to them! What kind of prince forces another to lie for him?!”

Logan’s shoulders slumped. Why do I have to be the one to deal with this?

Roman grabbed Logan’s hands. “Please?” “Roman-” “Plllllllllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeeeeeeee?”

Logan deadpanned. “You know that doesn’t work on me, right?”

Roman huffed and flopped back onto his bed.

“However…” Roman immediately perked up. “I believe you have regained enough strength to go downstairs and eat with us.”

Logan nearly fell over when Roman jumped into his arms and engulfed him in a hug. “Aw Specs! I knew you loved me!”

“Well… I care about your wellbeing…” Logan patted him awkwardly on the back. “Oh! What should I wear?!” Roman attempted to stumble over to his wardrobe, he only got as far as the end of his bed before Logan had to go over and walk him the rest of the way.

“How about your regular outfit?” Logan suggested. “Um… I was thinking something more, casual?” “What did you have in mind?” Logan opened the doors to the wardrobe and was startled to see a snow forest inside. Roman quickly slammed the doors closed and laughed nervously. “Nothing to see here…”

Logan blinked. “What-” Roman opened the wardrobe again revealing his clothes. “Let’s see, how about that shirt,” he pointed to a white t-shirt, “that dark red jacket, and a pair of jeans.”

“Alright.” Logan gathered the clothes and helped Roman over to his bed, laying the clothes out for him. “Do you need help getting dressed?” “I want to do it myself.” Roman began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers trembling slightly. Logan moved away and resumed cleaning up the ideas, glancing at Roman every so often to see if he needed help.

To his surprise (and relief) Roman was managing to dress himself just fine. Sure, it was slow going, but he was able to do it on his own. Logan smiled to himself and returned to his task. Roman flashed a triumphant grin as he finished. “I did it!” Logan looked over and nodded in approval. “Well done.”

“Can we go down now?” “I suppose.” Logan stood and walked over to help him. Roman smiled and linked their arms together. Logan led him to the door and opened it. “I hope Patton doesn’t mind you spending all this time with me,” Roman said as they walked out.

Logan’s brow furrowed. “Why would he mind?”

“Oh, I just feel bad for taking time away from the two of you.”

“I don’t understand, was I supposed to be doing something with Patton?” Logan walked him over to the stairs and slowly walked down.

“Well, the usual I suppose. Cuddling, whispering sweet nothings to each other, you know, stuff that couples do.” Logan’s foot slipped on one of the steps and was only saved by Roman latching onto his arms and quickly set them on the handrail. “Wha-What do you mean, couples?” Logan pulled himself up and gasped for breath.

“Oh come on Teach, I saw you and Patton together. I saw you comforting one another and then you both hugging and then him saying he loved you while you looked on all embarrassed, it was so cute!”

Logan’s face turned bright red. Roman-Roman thinks that-that me-and Patton are-are-no!

“I mean, I suppose it was only a matter of time.” Roman chuckled and linked their arms together again, guiding a stunned Logan down the stairs. “Aw, it’s so romantic! You two were practically made for each other!”

I-I’m not in love with Patton! Roman stop! Logan opened his mouth to say something but, every time he tried to words seemed to die on his tongue.

“Logicality is real! The Famders will be so happy! Have you told anyone yet? Does Thomas know? Ooh can I be there when you tell him?! I wanna see the look on his face when he hears the two of you are together!”

“B-B-But w-we-we ar-aren’t-”

WHY WON’T MY WORDS WORK?!?!?

“Oh wait, you aren’t officially together yet? Ooooh…. Is it a one-sided thing?! Or are you both waiting for the right time to tell everyone?” Logan shook his head and held a finger to his lips.

“Ah, I see.” Roman lowered his voice and winked. “You guys are keeping it a secret for now. Well, worry not! Your secret is safe with me.”

“Th-Th-Tha-” “No need to thank me Logan, that’s what friends are for.” Roman smiled. On the inside, Logan was fuming. THAT’S NOT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY!!!!

Roman sighed. “Oh Logan, my young Nerd has finally grown up and has accepted his feelings.”

Logan frowned. Nerd? Seriously? He quickly shook his head. That’s not important right now! You need to tell him that you and Patton are not together!

However, before he could even open his mouth-

“Roman!” Patton came running over and engulfed both of them in a hug. “I’ve missed you so much!”

Roman laughed and hugged back. “I’ve missed you too Padre!”

Logan stood awkwardly in the group hug. His arms were pinned to his sides so he couldn’t exactly hug back. His eyes wandered past Patton and suddenly locked onto Virgil. The Anxious Side was reclined on the couch, eyes closed with his headphones on.

Neither had said anything about the night in the hallway and Logan had been purposefully avoiding the topic.

“Oh Roman! I love the outfit!” Patton pulled back slightly and smiled at them both. “Are you two hungry? Dinner’s almost ready!”

“Hungry? I’m starving!” Roman laughed while Logan didn’t find the comment amusing in the slightest.

“Well you two sit down and I’ll serve everyone!” Patton turned to Logan and giggled. “Our first dinner together with everyone!” “Right…” Logan shuffled his feet. Patton giggled again before running into the kitchen. “Hey Virgil! Look who’s back!” Virgil opened one eye and looked over in Logan and Roman’s direction. His eyes widening when he saw Roman.

Roman chuckled. “Greetings, Storm Cloud.” “Roman?!” Virgil threw off his headphones and shot up. “Where have you been?!”

“Aw, did you miss me?” Roman teased. Virgil stormed over and punched Roman in the arm (not too hard of course) and glared at him. “Don’t ever leave us like that again!”

“Heh, sorry Virge…” Roman rubbed his arm and smiled at him bashfully, but Logan could tell by looking at his eyes that Virgil’s playful punch had actually hurt him.

Not only that, he knew how guilty Roman felt about the whole thing. His eyes softening, he laid a hand on his shoulder. Roman glanced at him and smiled gratefully.

“Well, you’re here now,” Virgil stuffed his hands in his pockets, “that’s all that matters, right?” “That’s exactly right Kiddo!” Patton chimed in. “By the way, dinner is served! I made pasta bake!”

“Excellent! Come Logan!” Roman linked their arms once again and walked into the kitchen. Logan noticed that he was trying not to lean on him too much.

Roman sat at his usual spot on Logan’s left while Virgil sat across from Logan. Patton served everyone a spoonful of pasta before filling their glasses with water. A basket of breadsticks had been placed in the center of the table.

“Dig in everyone!” Patton beamed. “Thanks Dad.” Virgil grabbed a breadstick from the basket. “Yes, thank you Patton.” Logan took a bite of his food. “No problem Lo!”

Roman picked at his food, opting for a breadstick instead. Logan glanced at him. Of course… Pasta would be too filling for him right now…

Roman took small bites of the bread, taking long drinks of water in between. It didn’t take long for Patton and Virgil to notice this behavior, but oddly enough, neither of them said anything.

Patton couldn’t stop smiling as he ate and Virgil kept glancing at all of them. Every time Virgil’s eyes passed over him Logan instinctively lowered his head. Part of him was glad that they were all together again, but another part of him was terrified that one of them had heard what Roman said on the stairs.

So what if he has? If he says anything just tell him that it was a misunderstanding and you don’t love Patton that way!

I-I can’t…

Why not?

Because if they find out that it’s not Patton then in their eyes that will only leave Virgil and Roman as my possible love interest!

Ah, I see… and if those two are ruled out…

Then it’s only a matter of time before they find out who it really is…

“Logan?”

“E=MC SCARED!” Logan jumped out of his seat, accidentally bumping the table and spilling his and Roman’s drinks. The others all jumped out of their seats, Roman just missing having water spilled onto his lap.

“Logan?” Patton looked at him worriedly. “Are you okay?” Logan trembled before looking at all of them, each one mirroring Patton’s expression of worry. “My-My apologies… I-I’ll get a towel…”

“Oh it’s alright Logan! I’ll clean it up!” Patton ran to grab some towels.

Logan lowered his head. Great… our first dinner together in almost two months and you ruin it…

“Logan?” Roman laid a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, it’s just water.”

“I ruined it…” He mumbled. Patton walked back in and managed to catch what he said. “Oh Logan, you didn’t ruin anything.”

Logan shook his head before walking away. “Logan…” Virgil gently grabbed his arm but he pulled himself out of his grip and continued walking.

“Logan wait! Please!” Roman stumbled after him, not caring if Patton or Virgil saw him. Logan stopped by the stairs, his hand resting on the handrail. Roman collapsed against him, unable to stand up anymore, and held on to him. “Logan please, stay with us. You didn’t ruin anything, we’re fine.” Logan sighed and helped him stand on his own. “Roman, I’d much rather just go up to my room.” “Then I might as well go with you…” Roman sighed, which only made Logan feel worse. Roman needed his help getting up and down the stairs, if he left now he’d have to go back up to his room.

Roman smiled. “It’s okay, I’m tired anyway. A prince needs his beauty sleep after all.” Before Logan could object he looked over at Patton and Virgil. “Sorry to cut this short, I’ll see you both tomorrow!” “Okay! Night Roman!” Patton smiled. “See ya.” Virgil waved. Roman linked their arms. “Shall we?” Logan nodded and led him upstairs without a word. Once they were up and out of earshot from the others Roman spoke. “Logan, is there something wrong?”

“What do you mean?” He wouldn’t look at him.

“The Logan we all know wouldn’t become this upset over spilled water. And even before that you spaced out all of a sudden, we couldn’t get your attention. There’s clearly something on your mind.” Logan sighed and looked down. “It’s complicated…”

Roman’s eyes softened as they neared his room. Logan said nothing as he walked him inside. He helped him into his pajamas before tucking him into bed. Of course, Roman knew he could have done this himself, but he knew that Logan needed a distraction.

“Goodnight Roman.” Logan started to walk out of the room. “Logan?” He stopped in the doorway. “You helped me, please let me help you…”

He closed his eyes. “I don’t think you can help me, not with this…” “Come on Logan, I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one?” He teased. Logan didn’t respond and left the room, closing the door behind him.

He headed for his own room hoping to have some time alone to clear his head.

“Logan? Can we talk for a second?” Virgil… Why now? Logan turned around and faced him. “Yes?”

“Patton and I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you’ve been acting, off, lately.”

“I’ve had a lot on my mind…”

“I can tell.” Virgil put his hands in his pockets. “Is it about Roman?”

Logan sighed. That was part of the truth, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, would it?

“Yes, we’ve been working on some things. I suppose I’m just tired…”

“Right,” Virgil looked down at the floor, “I promise I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop but… I walked by Roman’s room on my way downstairs and-and I heard the two of you shouting at each other…”

Logan stiffened. “How-How much did you hear…?”

“Not much. I had my headphones on but the sound was low. The only thing I managed to catch was Roman not being able to tell Patton and I the truth about something?”

“Oh…” Logan lowered his head. What am I supposed to say?!

“Logan?” “Yes?” “Um,” Virgil shuffled his feet, “I know this is a really, really bad time to ask but… Is Roman your crush?”

Logan’s eyes widened and once again, his face turned bright red. “I’m sorry it’s just- he started his whole “Daydreaming” episode right when we found out you liked one of us, then you’re the only one he lets in his room, and even tonight the two of you were practically inseparable from each other!” Virgi looked up at him nervously. “I’m really not trying to pry or anything but, I’m worried.”

Again, Logan’s words appeared to be malfunctioning. “R-R-Roman? W-What do-do y-y-you me-mean? Worried…?” He swayed slightly. “Why doesn’t Roman want us to know? Is he making you keep it a secret from us? I-I know he’d never want to hurt any of us but, why doesn’t he want to say anything?”

Logan stared at him before fainting. Virgil yelped in surprise and caught him as he fell forward. “Logan? Logan?!” He looked around frantically before carrying him over to his bed and laying him down. “Logan? Logan come on wake up!” He felt his forehead, he wasn’t warm, why had he fainted?

Virgil was shaking. He ran out into the hall and called for Patton.

Patton was upstairs in a heartbeat, immediately going to console Virgil. “It’s okay, I’m here, what’s wrong?” “Lo-Logan… He fainted… I don’t know what happened… We were just talking… My fault…” “Shh, it’s okay Kiddo.” Patton rubbed his back and looked over at Logan. “It was them… It was the Dark Sides… One of them hurt him I know it…” “Easy Kiddo, we don’t know that for sure.” Patton kissed his head before walking over to check on Logan, Virgil following closely behind.

Patton laid his hand over Logan’s heart, it appeared to be beating at a regular pace. “He isn’t warm…” Virgil wrapped his arms around himself. “I-I don’t know what happened Virge…” Patton looked over at him. “Do-Do you really think it’s a Dark Side?”

“I don’t know, but… He’s been acting so strange… Scared…”

Patton lowered his head. Logan had told him that he was scared. Was he being targeted by a Dark Side? He noticed Virgil breathing heavily and pulled him into a hug. “Virgil, it’s going to be okay. We’ll find out what’s going, we’ll protect him.”

“I-I should have been there last week… I should have guarded him…” Virgil sniffled.

Patton frowned. “What do you mean? You said you were going to watch his room at midnight? I saw you out in the hall.” “W-What? I-I fell asleep in my room by accident… I never made it to his room to watch it…”

Patton pulled away slightly and looked at him. “Virgil, you and Logan were in the hallway that night, I saw you.”

“That-That never happened! I didn’t see Logan.”

“But I remember! Logan looked like he’d just woken up and you were out there with him. Although, I didn’t understand why you were wearing your old hoodie.”

“My old hoodie?”

“I mean, I figured you put it on to help you hide in the dark better.” “Patton, I got rid of my old hoodie. I don’t have it anymore.”

“Then why were you…” Patton trailed off, his eyes widening. “Patton? What’s wrong?”

“Virgil… You know how after Logan got me this cat hoodie, I stopped wearing my cardigan?” “Yeah,” Virgil nodded slowly, “I don’t see what this has to do with-” He cut himself off. “You ended up losing your cardigan, didn’t you?” Patton nodded. “It disappeared out of my closet… But then we found out that someone took it…” Virgil’s hands curled into fists. “Deceit.”

“That-That wasn’t you I saw with Logan at all!”

“I should have known that he was behind all this!” Virgil growled.

Patton whimpered. “N-Now, hold on a-a minute K-Kiddo. We don’t know for sure if-” “Who else could it be? He disguised himself as me and was waiting outside of Logan’s room! At midnight! Who knows how many times he’s been going in there when we’re all asleep?!”

“I…” Patton played with his sleeves nervously. “What do we do…?”

“When Logan wakes up, we’ll ask him about it.” Virgil looked at the sleeping Side. “Then, we find a way to catch Deceit.” “How? He’s never around, and we don’t know where he disappears to.” “We’ll find a way. I’m not letting him hurt any of you. And I’m not letting him near Logan every again.”

Patton said nothing and kept his eyes on the floor. Virgil hugged him. “We’re going to stop him. Whatever Deceit’s planning, we’re not going to let him get away with it.” “What if he already did?” Patton whispered. Virgil looked over at Logan. “Then we’ll make him pay.”

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