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giant-sketches · 4 years

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Happy birthday @gentlegiantdreamer!!! You are such a wonderful and inspiring person to me and I hold you dear to my heart! So for your birthday I made you this art and wrote you a little story to go along with it. I wish you a day full of fun and love! There is also a speedpaint!

I hope you can feel the effort I put into this and long hours of work too. I hope you and everyone enjoys my interpretations of Lilypadton and enjoy the story. Disclaimer: Almost Drowning/Cussing/Pain/Shouting/Monster Transformations

Word Count: 1746

At the start Patton was very active after his first transformation as Lilypadton. That may have been due to him going about the day believing it was a one time deal, but that wasn’t the case. From time to time the other sides would catch glimpses of his skin turning green around his hands and dark patches appearing on his neck. However, whenever the subject was brought up with the moral side he’d brush it off as a trick of the light or some kind of baking material he missed in his clean up. They all knew better though, especially his boyfriends Janus and Virgil.

“We need to go talk to him….TODAY!” Janus was pacing around Virgil’s room with his arms crossed, expressing his impatience with his partner.

Virgil thought it best to give Patton space, but his changes were becoming more frequent. Now things were even worse as their cutie had locked himself in his room for the past two days.

“I know you wanted to give him space, but now he’s trapped himself in his room. We’re the only ones on this side of the mindscape that can help him through this.” Janus hissed and cursed himself for not doing something sooner.

“Please calm down Jan.” Virgil got up from his bed to hold his boyfriend. “It’s going to be alright. Let’s go see him now and tell him about what’s happening to him.” He paused in thought. “Though, I never thought we’d ever have this kind of discussion with him honestly. To think he was like us this whole time.”

Janus touched his scaled face and looked at Virgil with soft eyes. “Are you going to show him? You know how h-” “Yeah I know...but I have to. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hide it when he’s going through something ten times worse.” Janus kissed Virgil’s cheek to reassure him.

Both left the room and slowly made their way to Patton’s door. Virgil tried the door knob, still locked. “Patton? Sweetpea we’ve come here to see how you are doing. Can you let us in, please?” Silence...no wait there was some kind of groaning sound coming from behind the door. “G-go away…” Was that Patton just now? It sounded like he was gurgling water while trying to speak.

“We can’t do that! We have something important to talk-or show you!” Janus looked to Virgil nervously. The former dark side nodded his head as Jan’s nails grew out to a point and sliced the doorknob off. “Excuse the intrusion.”

Both stepped into a darkened and rather humid room. Thankfully, both of them could see in the dark. In the corner they spotted Patton curled up and shaking, facing the wall. He visibly showed signs of changing with his green tinted skin and dark patches all over his arms and neck. “Pat?”

Startled, Patton sprang to his feet and turned to face them. They gasped at how their little buddy appeared taller now, his eyes now distinctly like a frog’s, and his hair showed faded tips of green. His eyes were filled with tears as he had to look down at his friends. He felt like a monster!

“No, no please….you have to LEAVE!” Patton’s voice croaked and boomed as he shot up another 10 feet and banged his head on the ceiling with a loud thunk. He groaned as he fell to his hands. The tears intensified as water seeped from the cracks in the wall and began flooding the room.

“Shit! Hold on to me!” Virgil clung to Janus for dear life as they quickly rose to the ceiling with the increasing water level. Patton was down below still weeping and expanding. His form pressing up against every nook and cranny of his tiny room. “Patton! Patton please! You need to stop crying or we’re going to- gurrglrrglr”

Time was up. The water had now completely filled the room as Janus and Virgil started sinking. Luckily, their froggy friend heard their pleas and snapped out of his distress. Quickly he expanded the room, changing it’s form as he scooped up the two tenderly in his webbed hands. With a kick of his strong legs Pat breached the surface. The room was now a large pond with only a small island in the center. The sun was warm and there was the sound of life all around them, but this was no time to relax.

“Virgil? Janus? Oh my gosh please, you have to be okay kiddos! Please!” Patton begged for his sweethearts to be okay as he set them on the soft grass. He poked at their stomachs as gently as he could.

*Cough* *Cough*

Oh thank goodness! Both were hacking up small volumes of water as they gasped for air, sweet-sweet air! “Patton?” Their vision was foggy from nearly drowning as they tried to focus on the green blob in front of them. Virgil raised up his arms, “A-are you okay?”

“What do you mean am I okay?! Are you okay? You two almost drowned b-because of me!” The big softie was on the verge of tears once again as he leaned in to nuzzle his dark darling with his nose.

“Woah...how big are you Patty?” Virgil giggled. He definitely wasn’t expecting to be cuddled by a gentle green snout of all things. “We’re okay Pat. Just a bit out of breath and-” Janus shivered, he had gotten too cold.

Virgil noticed as he escaped from Patton’s schnoz and immediately started cuddling up to his scaly boyfriend to warm him up. Pat climbed up onto the island, but at his current size of 100 feet he covered the majority of it as he scooped them up in his hand to hold them both closer to the sun. Jan was thankful for this as he hissed happily. His cold blood started to run warm again.

“Thank you darling! The numbness is fading now.” He lifted himself up to look at Patton with a warm expression. “Wow, look at you Pat.” “Yeah, Mr. Green right here.” They both joked to cut the tension. Patton laughed along with them as the ground shook, causing ripples in the water. His size really was something to behold. Still, their joy was cut short, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bottled up my emotions like that and hidden away. You two could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Oh Patty! We understand…w-we have something to tell you.” Virgil looked to Janus hoping he would start. “That’s right Patton, Virgil and I have both gone through what you’re experiencing right now. Okay, maybe not the exact same thing, but something similar.”

Patton was surprised. “W-what do you mean?” Janus smiled flashing his fangs, “I’m sure you’ve already noticed my face, but have you ever wondered why it looks like this?” Pat shook his head, he always thought it’d be taboo to ask about. “It’s because of my monster side.”

Monster side?! What was that? Patton was obviously confused as Virgil spoke up, “Mhm...Janus, Remus, and I...we all have a monster side to us. Janus doesn’t hide his like I do though and Remus is always shifting so it just seems ‘normal’ for him. It was a huge surprise when yours was revealed. Honestly, I never thought you’d be like us Pat.” Virg was feeling anxious as he kept his head down while talking.

“B-but you’ve never looked like Janus at all Stormcloud. What does your monster side look like?” Damn...that was a question he really wanted to avoid. “Guess there’s no use hiding it anymore huh? B-before I show you, you have to promise me you won’t freak out...okay Pat?”

Virgil looked so serious as he stared at Patton. What was he so worried about? “Awe kiddo, you know I’d never be scared of you! I love you too much!” He beamed a smile that put the sun to shame at them as Virgil sighed feeling a bit more relieved. “Alright.”

Concentrating, he closed his eyes as eight pitch black spider legs spread out from his back starting from the spine. He winced in pain, it’d been a long time since he last transformed. A pair of sharp mandibles poked out from the corners of his mouth; four slits opened up underneath his cheeks in pairs, each containing a solid black eye with a hint of purple.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” Suddenly, Virgil screamed lightly in pain as the transformation came to end with his new set of fangs and claws growing to a point. Janus caught him as he slumped over, huffing from exhaustion. Weakly, he looked up to Patton trying his best to smile.

Patton was mortified as he watched Virgil writhe in pain in his hand. When it all finally came to an end he was looking eyes wide at a big black spider...fuck! His heart was racing as he tried to not physically throw his boyfriend into the pond. Wait! That’s right this was his little sweetie, his Stormcloud, Prince of Darkness, etc. There was no need to be so scared...he gulped as he reached down to stroke his loves face.

Oh! He was still so soft and honestly his spider legs kind of tickled. The fear in his heart dissolved instantly. Patton giggled at how nervous he was only moments ago as he pressed them both to his cheek. “So I’m not alone after all.”

God, Virgil was instantly healed by his Sweetpea’s warmth. He hugged into the green flesh happily. “Of course not Patton, we’ll both always be here for you!”

“I’m so happy right now! You two are the best boyfriends in the whole wide world!!!”

Patton slid into the pond once more as he laid on his back. He kissed his cuties to his plush lips and then placed them right on top of his chest as he floated along the water. All the while they laughed and smiled at their giant lovers' touch.

“This new form is scary, but at long as I have you two I think I’ll be okay.”

“We love you Patton and we’ll always love you no matter what you are.”

The couple laid on Pat’s chest as tiny frogs hopped up from the lily pads to play with them as they enjoyed their time together. All content in knowing that each of them had a little cute monster inside of them that made them special.

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Preen

Okay, this is 4000 words of fluff dripping with so much sop, it is almost pure liquid. It doesn’t really go anywhere, and it refused to come to a neat ending. So yeah, FishTank with just a dash of Earth and Sky in the middle, all wrapped up in the Marks & Wings AU.

I was desperate to write some comfort and M&W is my go to for self indulgence, so that’s what we have. Blatant Virgil comfort fic :D

Many thanks to @janetm74 and @tsarinatorment for the read through and support, but I would also like to say a very big thank you to all of the Thunderfam who sent me so many kind well wishes on Monday. I’m feeling better and the writing muscles seem to be flexing okay at this point, so maybe, if you like Marks & Wings, please consider this a bit of a thank you fic. And for those of you who don’t find this AU to be your cup of tea, I hope I can write you something you like in the near future. ::hugs you all:: You are all so kind and amazing to me.

I hope you enjoy whatever this is ::extra hugs::

-o-o-o-

“Virg, let me do it?”

Virgil brushed his fingertips through the length of one of his black flight feathers. Its root twinged, both with irritation and the ache of bruising, but he found the grass seed responsible and a pair of fingernails scraped it out and dropped it onto the locker room floor.

The relief was wonderful.

Only a thousand or so more to go.

A sigh. “Do what?” He started working on the next grass seed. Honestly, grass was evil and he was ever so thankful there was very little of it on the Island.

“Preen your feathers.” Gordon was standing in his swim shorts watching Virgil poke at his wings. “I want to help.”

Another grass seed fell to the floor. “It wasn’t your fault, Fish.”

“You still saved my ass.” A hesitant and emotional breath. “I want to help you.”

Scott was usually the one who helped each brother preen. ‘Smotherhen’ was a very appropriate name when he had his feathers out. Virgil helped Scott when he had issues. But feathers were sensitive and preening a deeply personal thing, much like bathing.

And Gordon didn’t have feathers and didn’t know what it felt like.

“You know I help Allie sometimes.”

The honesty and concern in those russet eyes were ever so strong.

“Okay.”

The small smile that spread on Gordon’s face lit up his eyes.

Virgil ripped another grass seed from his plumage and bruises twinged. Ow. “Be gentle. There are a few...bruises.”

The smile disappeared. “Are you hurt?”

Virgil sighed. Gordon had managed to get all the rescuees onto the rescue rig, but an explosion had destabilised the building before he could jump off himself. The result had seen his fish brother pinwheeling towards hard concrete.

Virgil hadn’t hesitated, his wings out before thought. Launching off the rescue rig, he’d swooped through smoke and caught his little brother midair. But another explosion had thrown him off pace and the result was Virgil curled protectively around Gordon and tumbling through a field full of weeds.

And grass. So much ripe seeding grass.

So not only was he aching all over from a shitty landing that could have, but somehow didn’t, seriously broken something, his wings were also full of contaminants.

The flight home had been hell. Even hidden in his mark, they itched, irritated and tormented him.

To finally be home and able to attend to the mess was a relief in itself, but not so much as getting all those damned seeds out. If Scott had been here, there would have been a lecture, but so much help.

Eight metres of feathers was a lot to attend to.

But Scott was on Three with Alan, so it was just him and Gords, an equally caring but inexperienced brother.

Virgil stretched out his right wing. It groaned and complained, forcing a breath from him. “Just aching bruises. I’m fine, Gords. Honest. Getting these seeds out will help a lot.”

Gordon held up his hands. “Tell me what to do.”

So Virgil did. He guided his brother’s hands to a feather, pointed out the snag and showed him how to use his fingernails to brush it out, how to align the feather into its correct position, and outlined how he would wash them himself and work a light preening oil over them after his shower.

Gordon listened ever so attentively and Virgil had to admit, it was a relief to have another set of hands working through his feathers despite the ache.

Gordon, for all their brotherly ribbing, was ever so gentle when he wanted to be. Virgil had seen him caring for children and babies out in the field and he trusted him with so much. His feathers were nothing in comparison.

More grass seeds fell to the floor. They would be vacuumed up and destroyed lest they contaminate the Island which was why Virgil was doing this in the locker room rather than anywhere else. There were decontamination facilities here of multiple types.

“Sit down, Virgil. Let me do this.”

Virgil blinked. “It will get done faster if we both do it.”

“You need to rest. And don’t tell me otherwise, or I’ll grab the scanner and prove my point enough to call in Grandma.”

His shoulders dropped. “Gordon...”

“Sit down, bro.” A hand on his wing shoulder. “Please.” Gordon really knew how to throw those puppy eyes around. To top it off, Gordon grabbed an office chair and wheeled it in so Virgil didn’t have to sit on the hard bench.

The upholstery looked soft and inviting – a sign that Virgil was obviously desperate. It was only one of the many type chairs in the villa and nothing special.

He must be tired.

“Fine.” Virgil groaned as he took the chair and straddled it backwards, letting the back rest support his front while his wings had total freedom.

Gordon was right. That tumble of a landing had punched the wind out of him. It had been a shitty rescue to begin with. The fall had just topped it off.

Fortunately, Gordon was fine. Virgil had used that entire eight metres of feathers to wrap around and protect his brother, curling them up into a ball that rolled, shedding harmful momentum.

But there were scrapes and bent feathers and bruises.

So many bruises.

Virgil winced as Gordon tugged on one. “Sorry! A stubborn burr. It’s out now.”

Virgil closed his eyes. “Is fine.”

Gordon’s fingers gently moved between primaries, methodically examining and removing irritants.

It was quite nice to have someone else taking care of his feathers. Gordon’s touch caressed jangled nerves, untangled snags and lined up vanes one by one. The relief was palpable and relaxing.

Virgil sagged ever so slowly where he sat, his head falling onto his arms.

At some point he realised Gordon was humming. Just softly and a familiar tune. It took a solid few minutes for Virgil to connect the notes and come up with the composition he had created for Grandma’s last birthday.

Gordon had a good voice. He wasn’t ashamed to use it either. Unfortunately, his choice of repertoire left much to be desired. His best usually involved an ancient sea shanty, a genre his fish brother actively took an interest in. At his worst, it was something like the ‘I’m too sexy for this shirt’ song from last century.

His little brother had blown a few shirt buttons the last time he danced to that one. If he’d known that Alan would film it and send a copy to Lady Penelope, then perhaps he wouldn’t have danced so...exotically.

Alan was still suffering the fallout from that episode.

Lady P was still smiling.

Virgil couldn’t help smiling, too.

“Got something on your mind?” Gordon startled him. “When’s Tin due back?”

“Gordon...”

“What? I know you have a thing for our lovely security chief. Just asking.”

“Well, don’t.”

But even that poke in the ribs couldn’t disturb him that much. Gordon was doing a great job cleaning his feathers and Virgil lost himself in the sensation of being cared for.

Gordon must have realised that his brother had found peace because he didn’t say anything further, just hummed away as he worked.

Virgil ended up with his eyes closed, his shoulders relaxed and his wings drooping on the floor.

He was vaguely aware of Gordon sweeping up detritus and for a moment, he put enough energy in to lift his wings off the concrete properly.

“I think I’ve got most of them.” His brother brushed his fingers gently through feathers, skipping across his secondaries, up to his lesser coverts and onto the down that tracked over his shoulders and back.

Virgil shivered at his touch.

“Virg?”

He pushed himself up, staggering to his feet. “Gotta go wash.” Gordon grabbed him as he wobbled.

“You sure about that?”

“Will be more comfortable.” He had to remind himself that Gordon didn’t know. Or maybe he did. Virgil felt suddenly felt guilty for not having had such a discussion with his little brother in the past.

“I can understand that, but you’re dead on your feet.”

Virgil forced himself to stand up straighter and everything ached. He experimentally flapped his wings just a little. So much better.

But they were still dusty.

“A quick rinse and dry. That’s all.”

Gordon looked ready to go for that scanner again.

Virgil sighed, half folded his wings and headed for the specialised wet area designed for just this activity.

He closed the doors between his brother and himself.

“Virg?”

“I’m fine, Gordon. I won’t be long.” Something obviously had the fish worried. Virgil closed his eyes and let his wings droop. They were heavy.

He gave himself that moment, before shucking off his pants and throwing them in the laundry chute. Lifting his wings again, he walked to the wall, punched in a temperature and set the fine spray running.

Walking into the warm water was bliss.

He may have lost himself for a moment or two between soap and spray.

“Virg? You okay in there?”

He startled and realised he had been standing there, half asleep for he didn’t know how long.

But he was clean. Thank goodness. Soap had been applied to skin and water had washed the dust from his feathers.

This, of course, made them heavier, but only for a short time as he switched the spray off and activated the blow dry.

Warm air evaporated the moisture off his wings. He flapped them repeatedly and they complained. But the water fell and soon he was as dry as he could be.

With a sigh, he carefully folded his pinions and let them go.

As always, it was a rush of sensation as they disappeared and his centre of gravity shifted abruptly. So tired, he staggered to one knee with a groan.

So many bruises.

“Virg, goddamnit.” His brother was suddenly there.

It wasn’t a gasp. It wasn’t. Really. “You ever heard of knocking?”

Yellow light flickered over him and he groaned. “Gordon, I’m fine. Just need some sleep.” He pushed himself off the floor.

A towel was shoved into his stomach. “Put this on. We’re going to see Grandma.”

Virgil clutched at the towel. “Why?”

Gordon held up the readings on the medscanner. “You tell me.”

Virgil stared at the numbers and the diagram representing his body. “Just some bruising.” Perhaps some imbalances. Nothing sleep and a good meal couldn’t fix.

The thought of food turned his stomach over. Maybe just a drink.

“I’m fine, Gordon. Feathers were a bit messed up. Broke a couple and gained some bruises. There is nothing a simple painkiller and bed won’t fix.”

He wrapped the towel around his waist anyway and strode towards the doors.

“Virgil-“

“Gordon, please.”

“Didn’t you say you needed to oil your feathers?”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“I could do it for you now.”

Virgil closed his eyes again. God, he was tired. “You can help me tomorrow. Now, I’m going to bed.” He shoved the doors open further and strode through. His uniform was still on the bench, but he’d stash that tomorrow as well.

Gordon hurried to catch up with him and followed him to his rooms.

“You’re stalking me, Gords. I’m going to get weirded out.”

“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror yet?”

“What? Why?”

He had been about to shed the towel and don his pyjama pants, but wasn’t used to the audience.

Gordon grabbed him gently by the elbow and led him over to his full-length mirror.

His reflection looked as tired as he felt. “What is your point, Gordon?”

His brother turned him side on, the black etching of his mark wrapping around his biceps and shoulder…was mottled.

Virgil twisted further around and found his mark to be a patchwork of red and blue up and down the length of his torso.

That explained the ow.

“I would really prefer Grandma to take a look, Virgil.”

“It’s just bruising.” No matter how spectacular.

“We fell from quite a height.”

Virgil looked over at his brother. “This is not your fault, Gords. You know that. A few bruises are nothing compared to your safety.”

“But what about your safety?”

“I’m fine.”

“Then why won’t you let Grandma have a look?”

“She doesn’t need to. There is nothing to look at.”

Gordon stared at him and something flickered in his eyes. “Fine. But I want you to let your wings out before you go to bed.”

Virgil blinked. “Why?” He had just let them go and that had hurt enough.

“I want to check to make sure all the burrs are gone.”

“We’ve already done that.”

“I want to give them another look, just to make sure.”

Virgil eyed him. “There is not enough room in here.” He gestured around his bedroom.

“Then we’ll go into the living room and set up a lounger.”

“So Grandma can accidentally find me there?” Virgil frowned at his brother.

“Nooooo.”

Virgil glared at him. He was up to something, he was sure of it. But Virgil didn’t have the energy to pursue it and honestly, he did trust Gordon. He knew enough to know that feathers were no joking matter.

Ever.

Not after the incident with Scott all those years ago.

That had not been funny at all.

And there was something in his brother’s eyes. Honest concern.

“Fine.”

“Good.”

Entering the living room, Virgil was surprised to find that it was evening and the sun was gilding the Island. A gentle breeze was blowing off the caldera and the birds on Mateo were warbling as they settled down for the evening.

Virgil stood on the balcony barefoot, shirtless and just let it soak in. The breeze ruffled his hair and caressed aching skin.

“Virg? Come lay down.”

He blinked and turned to find Gordon standing beside a lounger with a thick mattress and several pillows.

“Gordon, why are you doing this?”

“I want to help. You got hurt because of me. Please help me fix it, even just a little.”

“It was not your fault. Just a shitty rescue.”

“You’re in pain.”

“It’s nothing, Gords, honest.”

“Will you please just lift and lie down.” There was just a touch of warning in his little brother’s tone. Gordon had a streak of their father in him almost as much as Scott did.

Fine.

But Virgil glared anyway.

Before he could think about it too much, he hunched and lifted.

And Gordon had to catch him or he would have fallen. God, that hurt. Only bruising, but ow.

Gordon had caught him under his arms. “Virg? You with me?” Worried brown eyes peered up at him.

“I’m fine.” But it was rasped out. His wings were still folded and a mass of ache, dragging on the floor.

“C’mon, let’s get you lying down.”

Virgil grunted. The divan suddenly looked so much more inviting. The pillow was soft beneath his cheek as he finally lay down on his belly. He let out a breath and every aching muscle relaxed into the soft mattress. Where had his brother found it? It was heaven.

“Spread your wings for me, Virgil?”

He blinked, almost on the edge of sleep. “Mmm-hmm...”

“This is the last I’ll ask of you, I promise. Spread your wings and then you can sleep.”

Sleep.

Ever so stiff, his pinions ached and creaked as he unfolded and extended them out. Gentle hands caught his left wing and guided it down to a soft surface. Footsteps around him and his right wing was gently nudged to an equally soft landing.

A hand on his shoulder and a finger brushed hair out of his eyes.

Ever so quietly. “Sleep, big brother.”

Virgil let his wing shoulders relax and mumbled into his pillow.

Gordon snorted just softly and a moment later a light blanket was laid over his legs. “Your modesty is safe. Now sleep.”

Mmph.

But Gordon was running his fingers through the fine down on his shoulders and Virgil was too tired to resist.

He slipped away.

-o-o-o-

“He’s okay, Gordon.”

The voice was his beloved grandmother, whispering. “He has some bruising and a few electrolyte imbalances. He just needs rest and possibly a painkiller.”

“He won’t take them, you know that.” A shaky breath. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure, honey. What about you? You took the fall as well.”

“I’m good, Grandma.”

There was silence for a moment and Virgil drifted.

“He saved me.”

“You boys have a habit of doing that.”

“Grandma...”

“You fell. Your brothers can fly. Of course they are going to catch you.”

There was a muffled sound.

“Aww, honey, come here.” Shuffled footsteps. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“He’s hurt because of me.” There was a shake to Gordon’s voice that set off alarms in Virgil’s head. His little brother was hurting.

He shifted, attempting to shrug off the fog of sleep, but a small hand landed on his shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetie.” He had no idea if the words were addressed to him or to his little brother, but the hand brushed gently through his shoulder down and was ever so paralysing that he lost his fight with sleep again and drifted off.

-o-o-o-

Someone was tugging gently at one of his primaries.

The tugging nudged him into awareness, but then disappeared, leaving him floating in that lazy level just below full consciousness.

Fingers were combing ever so gently through his feathers.

One by one.

He was being looked after.

He wasn’t awake enough to protest, to resist the care being given. Not awake enough to feel guilt.

But enough to just enjoy being looked after, being cared for.

Being loved in the gentlest way possible.

Fingers combed through his secondaries and he let himself fall away.

-o-o-o-

“He’s okay, Scott. Grandma has checked him over, I promise. Just a mass of bruising.” Gordon’s voice was whispering again.

“He looks awful.” Alan’s honesty bounced around Virgil’s dopey brain.

“Shh. I know. Don’t wake him.”

A flicker of yellow light and Gordon sighed. “Don’t believe me, huh?”

“I believe you. I just need to check for myself.” Scott’s deeper rumble blossomed comfort in Virgil’s heart. His big brother was home. He would look after Gordy.

Virgil relaxed just that notch further.

-o-o-o-

Time passed.

It must have, because when Virgil finally woke up everything was quiet. Slow blinking revealed very early dawn barely lighting up the hardwood floor.

Slow neurons fired and eventually gave him the information he needed. He had fallen asleep before the sun went down. Gordy.

Gordy falling.

He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned.

“Gordon’s fine, Virgil.”

The words were quiet and calm.

He was laying on his belly and the barest of movements proved his wings were still out. Looking up he caught sight of his eldest brother sitting against the glass doors that led out onto the balcony. He blinked. They were closed.

Scott put down his glass of protein shake. He was dressed in his running outfit, but by the look of it, he hadn’t been out yet.

“How are you feeling?” His brother pushed himself off the floor and took the few steps across the hardwood to crouch down beside Virgil.

How was he feeling?

He had obviously slept in the same position all night and the smallest of movements let him know all about it.

Another groan gave him away as he let his forehead drop to the pillow again.

“That bad, huh?” A hand landed on his shoulder, fingers gently nudging the fine down of his trapezius. “Can you fold your wings?”

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut. Scott was right. Remove the weight of his wings and then attempt the rest.

Movement hurt. The next day was always the worst. Adrenalin gone, abused muscles stiff, bruises fully realised. He grit his teeth.

But this wasn’t the first time.

He lifted his wings off the pillows Gordon had piled there for him and with a groan that crept out between his teeth, he retracted his wings, folded them, and let them go.

All the breath in his body left with a whoosh and he collapsed back into the bed and closed his eyes.

“Better?”

Virgil’s muffled expletive said everything.

Scott snorted. “Okay. Hold that thought. I’ve got just the thing.”

A breath and Virgil let himself drift.

A gentle touch to his mark startled him.

“Hey, relax. Just a little preening oil. Gordon did your wings last night. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to rub a little on sore muscles.” And with that his brother started running gentle circles all over Virgil’s back. His mark tingled at the contact, but it was safe contact, welcome brotherly care.

Care.

The scent of the bathing oil wafted past his nostrils. Scott knew from his own experience where and what hurt in this situation.

Well, not perhaps this exact situation. Virgil couldn’t recall Scott catching Gordon midair before, but there had been that incident with Allie. Their little brother terrifying them all prematurely grey.

It had been Virgil who had administered the care to Scott that day.

Fingers nudged knots and movement into his muscles. It felt good and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

“Thanks, Scott.”

His brother didn’t stop his ministrations. “Anytime, Virg, you know that.”

There was silence for a while after that, Scott methodically and medically working to rub in the liniment. Virgil knew he should move, get up, find where Gordy was…but he found himself paralysed.

Scott knew exactly what he was doing.

Caring, smotherhen, big brother…

-o-o-o-

He must have fallen asleep again, because the next he knew the sun was high in the sky.

He blinked. Everything was quiet – a very unusual situation for the comms room.

Shaking off most of the fog, he pushed himself into a sitting position and was pleasantly surprised when the pain was minimal. It still hurt, but a good percentage of the stiffness was gone. His skin was ever so soft where his big brother had rubbed in oil.

Standing up proved a little more of a challenge, but he got there and worked several of his muscles until they loosened up.

He felt surprisingly good, despite the aches.

All he needed now was coffee.

He shuffled his way across the hardwood floor in his bare feet and down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Virg! You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

Virgil blinked and froze. Gordon, as usual, was far too full of energy first thing in the morning.

“Oh, hell. Coffee. You haven’t had your coffee yet. Sit down, I’ll get you some of your stim juice. Just a moment.”

Gordon started flapping around the kitchen.

Virgil stayed where he was and just stared.

What?

The smell of coffee was suddenly in the air and Virgil felt like floating on it like Pepe Le Pew on a waft of perfume.

“C’mon, Virg, sit down. Coffee’s nearly ready. Want some toast?”

Virgil was notoriously slow in the mornings, but even his morning fog brain could twig something wasn’t right. Gordon was always kind, but this?

“Gordon, what are you doing?”

“Getting you coffee. And breakfast, if you want it.”

His fish brother darted about the kitchen like a guppy swimming in caffeine.

“Gordon?”

“You want sugar?”

“Gordon.”

But his brother wasn’t stopping. With not enough brain cells to work out a different strategy, Virgil resorted to putting himself directly in his brother’s path and grabbing him. “Gordon, stop.”

“What? Why?”

Virgil sighed. It was all too much before coffee. He pulled his brother into a hug. A tight one.

“I’m okay, Gords.”

His brother’s response was muffled against Virgil’s shoulder. Gordon struggled against his hold, so Virgil let him go.

Gordon flung himself away. “Aaargh! You don’t have a shirt on, Virg. Bare skin much?” He stared at his hands. “And oily. Ergh.”

Virgil snorted. “Sorry.” He bit back a grin, but soon lost the fight and ended up chuckling at the expression on his little brother’s face.

Gordon screwed that face up in disgust. “That’s it, you can get your own coffee.”

“Will do.” He reached out and ruffled the fish’s hair.

Gordon batted him away. “Get’orff.”

Virgil sighed, smiling. “Thanks, Gords.”

The fish froze, staring. Something stirred in his eyes. “Anytime, Virg.” He swallowed. “Always.”

Virgil softened even more. “Same.”

They stared at each other a moment longer only for it to be broken by the chime of the coffee machine.

“Ooh, I dare not stand between you and your coffee.” He backed away and then around Virgil as if he was an explosive.

Virgil rolled his eyes and beelined for the coffee machine, because coffee. When he turned around, beverage of the gods in hand, Gordon was gone.

And the warmth in Virgil’s heart had nothing to do with the mug in his hand.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #FishTank #comfort fic

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the-cheese-writes · 3 years

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Worthy ~ Prinxiety

Requested by: @pineapplethefish on Wattpad

TW: Crying, angst, hurt/comfort, insults

Word count: 2667

(Human AU)

{Masterpost}

It was warm and sunny, that day in the park where Roman and his best friend Virgil were hanging out. They were sitting together, side by side in the lush, emerald green grass, and simply talking about their general lives.

During one point in the conversation, Virgil bit his lip and fiddled with his hands; a lingering question occupied his mind.

“Hey Roman?” he started. Roman turned to look at him and hummed in response. “I need your help.”

“Help? For what?” Roman’s eyebrows furrowed in concern for a moment.

“There’s… There’s a guy I have a crush on and… I was wondering if you could help me… help me…” he struggled to find the right words, but luckily Roman was there to do it for him.

“Help you gallantly woo him, swoon for you and make him be your husband to be?” he finished, dramatically throwing his hands in the air and holding his heart. Rolling his eyes, Virgil hit him playfully.

“That was so ridiculously melodramatic but basically, yeah,” the emo laughed.

“Well then, that’s exactly what we’ll do,” Roman said. His eyes then widened excitedly as he gasped. “I’m your love expert!”

“Really? You’re referencing Frozen?” Virgil said, rolling his eyes again but also smirking amusingly. Roman simply shrugged.

“Did you really expect me not to?”

Over the next couple of weeks, Roman helped Virgil with anything in order to capture the heart of the boy he fell for. They left notes in his locker, flowers at his desk and letters scattered in places where only he could find them. Since Virgil wasn’t the absolute best at romancing and making his feelings appear more vivid through words, Roman assisted him with writing down what was on his mind and together, they came up with the most beautiful love letters.

During this time however, Roman hadn’t expected to fall for his best friend himself. Virgil was so attentive and observant of this boy that he was able to pick up his mannerisms, the way he talked, acted, it was clear to Roman that he was in love. But he never in his wildest dreams thought that he would end up helplessly in the same position. The way Virgil spoke so affectionately of his crush and how determined he was to make sure that he was receiving only the best gifts warmed Roman’s heart and it wasn’t long before he started to wish that he was the one that Virgil thought of so dearly.

With his feelings increasing more and more, day by day, Roman started to take more notice of his best friend’s physical features, as well his personality.. He didn’t know he hadn’t managed to fall for him sooner, what with the way his hair was always so perfectly placed, his skin was always so smooth, his lips were always slightly chapped but also appeared so soft and how his eyes always lit up brighter than a thousand stars in the sky when he smiled.

There was no denying that by the third month, Roman was hopelessly in love.

***

Valentine’s day was just around the corner, and Virgil had finally mustered up enough courage to ask his crush out. He would reveal that it was in fact him who was leaving those gifts for him the whole time and that he wanted him to be his valentine.

“I’m gonna do it Ro. Tomorrow, I’ll talk to him,” Virgil said determinedly as he walked down the hallway with his friend. Roman’s heart clenched for a moment at the mention of ‘him’. He couldn’t help but get that twisted feeling of jealousy whenever Virgil talked about his crush. But he masked his envy with encouragement, all for the sake of his friend.

“Yes Virgil! I believe in you!” he said with a forced smile. As he opened his locker, Virgil leaned on the side, hugging the books he was holding to his chest.

“But what if he doesn’t like me,” Virgil muttered, making Roman turn to him. “What if he’s straight, or doesn’t like how I look or just doesn’t like me in general, maybe-”

“Virgil stop,” Roman interrupted, holding his friend firmly but gently by the arms. “He will like you.” Virgil appreciated the consolation, but he was still uncertain. He looked down.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Virgil listen to me,” Roman began, releasing his hands from Virgil’s arms and placing them on his shoulders.

“You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. You have been my best friend since 6th grade and there’s no one more deserving of love than you. There are so many things he’ll love about you.”

Tilting his head, Virgil asked, “Like what?” Roman turned back round to his locker.

“Well, for starters,” he said as he closed the door and started walking down the hallway to his next class, Virgil following by his side.

“You’re incredibly kind, attentive of other people, sweeter than sugar, funny, caring, considerate, you’re talent for art is second to none, you have the most angelic singing voice ever in the history of the entire world, your eyes are a gorgeous shade of mocha brown and everything about you is just flawless.”

As Roman listed all the compliments, Virgil stared at him, the whole time. With each word, his heart skipped a beat and his face got hotter by the second. If it hadn’t been for his concealer, his face would have been redder than a rose and his stomach flipped somersaults as his best friend described everything he liked about him.

When Roman finally looked at him, Virgil averted his eyes bashfully, unable to hide a shy smile. “T-thanks, Roman,” he said, gazing up at him momentarily through his purple-tipped fringe.

Though he covered it up well, Roman was screaming on the inside.

‘God, why is he so cute?!’ he thought to himself, though he didn’t let any of it show and remained calm and composed on the outside.

“Of course, Virge.” Finally, they had arrived at the classroom and the two boys greeted each other goodbye, but not before Roman suddenly took his friend’s hand.

“Just to let you know, Virgil,” Roman said with a kind smile, as he gazed intently into his eyes. “Everything I said was all true.” Then, he walked into his lesson, leaving Virgil standing speechless.

Roman’s words were glued to Virgil all day. He couldn’t help but think over and over again whether what he had said was genuine or not and that he somehow had feelings for him. He constantly pondered about it: through his homework, during dinner, right up to before he went to bed. How Virgil had managed to sleep with it all whirling around in his head like a reckless whirlpool, he didn’t know, but morning couldn’t have come quicker and by the time he thought his mind was finally at peace, he was awake again.

However, as he walked to school, he started to brush them all off. ‘There’s no way he could like me. I’m not his type and he was probably just being a good friend. That’s just what friend’s do,’ Virgil thought to himself. ‘Besides, today I should be focusing on Cameron. He’s the boy I should only be thinking about today.’

“Hey Virge!” a voice called to him from his left. Virgil stopped and turned around to see Roman running up to him, instantly smiling upon seeing him. “So? Today’s the day?” he asked. After that question, Virgil knew for certain that Roman definitely didn’t have any feelings for him. Why would he be encouraging him to go after someone else if he wanted him?

“Uh, yeah,” Virgil answered, his voice a little shaky from the nerves. “I’m going to talk to him at the end of the day.” Noticing his anxiousness, Roman placed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you’ll be fine,” he said with a reassuring smile, and Virgil returned it.

The end of the day soon came, and Virgil was ready. He found Cameron at the front of the school, possibly waiting for someone, but just before he was going to talk to him, he felt a firm hand hold his shoulder, pulling him back a bit.

Confused, Virgil turned around and was very surprised to see Roman behind him.

“Ro?”

“I- um. I- I just wanted to say…” As Roman struggled to find his words, Virgil stared at him, perplexed. “I just wanted to tell you that…” He took a deep breath.

“Whatever happens I better always stay your best friend,” he finally managed to say with a playful grin. Virgil smiled and hugged Roman tightly, startling him slightly at the sudden gesture.

“Thanks, Ro,” Virgil said, before running off to speak to his crush. Roman watched him go sadly, but smiled to himself, happy to see that Virgil finally found someone to love.

“Hey Cameron?” Cameron lowered his phone and looked at the boy opposite him skeptically.

“Can I help you?” he asked. Caught a little off-guard at his rude tone, Virgil cleared his throat and carried on.

“U-um, you know those gifts you kept receiving in these past months?”

“Yeah, why’d you do it?”

Virgil’s stomach instantly writhed into a knot; did he know it was him that was leaving them all and if so, how did he know? “W-what?” he stuttered, frozen in shock.

“Yeah I figured it was you soon enough. You know you’re not exactly the best at hiding stuff.” Virgil was stunned and hurt to know that he managed to work it out, but still kept leading him on. He opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted.

“You’re such a dumbass, emo. Did you actually think I would ever like… you?” Cameron spat insults at him like he was throwing daggers. Cameron was normally so kind around other people; why was he being so bitter towards Virgil?

“You’re just so weird and quiet and a loner. You’re not my type and I deserve better.” With that last remark, he turned away and scoffed. Virgil stared numbly at the ground, an emotionless expression painted on his face until everything crashed down onto him and he broke down, running away, and not giving a care where his feet would take him. He just needed to get away, anywhere but there.

Rain started to pour down relentlessly, as if to match his mood he darted out of the school, tears plummeting down his cheeks as he furiously tried to wipe them away. He ran to the field where he and Roman usually spent time together, thinking that there wouldn’t be anyone there.

To his surprise, there his best friend was, sitting solemnly and gloomily, where they regularly sat, with his head in his hands, curled into a ball. Virgil had no time or care to think about it however, as he dashed away.

Hearing sniffling from a distance, Roman looked up, only to see Virgil running in the opposite direction.

“Virgil?” he called out, expecting him to stop, but when he didn’t, Roman stood up and started to chase after him.

“Virgil!” he called louder.

Eventually, Virgil ran behind a tree, falling back on it and sinking down as he buried his face in his hands, weeping uncontrollably. Finally, Roman was able to catch up but as he approached the tree, he heard Virgil’s muffled sobs coming from behind it. Hearing the sound of his cries and broken appearance shattered Roman’s heart as he came round the tree and as he knelt down to comfort Virgil, he realised that he was shaking.

“Virge?” he said quietly, not much louder than a whisper. “Virge, please. Talk to me.” Roman had a hunch that he knew why his best friend was so upset, but he didn’t want to assume, further causing Virgil more potential pain. “What happened?”

“What do you think?” Virgil answered, his tone hinted with anger but ultimately drowned in despair. Keeping his face buried in his arms, Virgil hid his face from Roman, not wanting him to see him in such distress and disarray - though it was already a little late for that.

Roman looked down in sympathy. In previous days, he would’ve felt just at least a sliver of joy because then he would be free to pursue his crush, however, now was obviously not the time and the sight of Virgil so upset shoved away any positive feelings or emotions he may have had beforehand.

Now, he had been assured that his initial thoughts were correct, but Roman couldn’t help but wonder if something worse had happened. It was only very rarely that Virgil broke down nowadays.

“What else happened Virgil? You wouldn’t be so distraught if he had only said no-”

“I’m not worth it!” he blurted out, making Roman freeze for a second. Virgil’s hands finally fell from his face, unveiling his disheveled hair, his trembling, chapped lips and bloodshot eyes, which betrayed him and exposed his ruined spirit to Roman.

“Not worth what?”

“Not worth anything! He called me weird, quiet, a loner, a dumbass, and that he deserved better and that he would never like me-”

“No!” Roman grabbed Virgil’s shoulders strongly, but gently and stared into his eyes, similar to how he did in the hallway by the lockers that afternoon, but with more determination and desperation this time.

“Virgil Black, you listen to me right now. You are not weird. You are not a loner and you are not a dumbass. It is you who deserves better than him and no, he will never like you, because you are too good for him. You are the most genuine and perfect person I have ever met. Do you know how many times you have brought the sun to shine in my heart on a gloomy day? Do you know how many times your smile has made my heart soar higher than the clouds? You are more extraordinary than you know and you mean and are worth everything… to me.”

At that last line, the clouds clapped, and thunder rang out across the stormy sky. Virgil raised his head and looked at Roman, with wide eyes. The rain continued to cascade down as the tears ceased and he gazed in the gorgeous, deep pools of chocolate brown marbles before him; Roman held his stare, never letting it once falter and smiled kindly at him.

Then, by some force of mysterious nature, both of their eyes flickered to their lips and the two boys were pulled together. As they leaned in closer, Roman gingerly cupped Virgil’s cheek, softly wiping away the few tear stains off his delicate, porcelain skin.

Just before their lips connected however, Roman stopped for a moment and looked Virgil in the eye, silently searching for his permission. When he nodded once, Roman wasted no time in reducing the space between them and captured the emo’s lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss was long and sweet and in that moment, everything felt right for once in the world. Butterflies danced in Roman’s stomach, as well as Virgil’s, as their lips moved together, fitting perfectly like pieces in a puzzle.

When they pulled away, they remained close and their eyes locked. After a couple of seconds, Virgil released a soft chuckle.

“What?” Roman asked with a smile; Virgil’s laughter always brought him pure joy.

“I just find it ridiculous, that it took me this long to fall in love with you.”

Roman grinned at his response, but before he pulled Virgil in for one more kiss, he took the emo’s hands into his own.

“Remember, Virgil,” he began, causing the boy opposite him to look up again. “You are wonderful, you are beautiful and you are worthy. If he wasn’t able to give everything that you deserve, then I promise that I will do all that and more.”

Virgil’s heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. “You stupid prince, always so dramatic,” he smirked.

After that final remark, Roman pulled him for one more delicate kiss.

#sanders sides #fanfic #sanders sides fanfic #brewrites #virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #angst #hurt #comfort #sanders sides au

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just-some-gt-trash · 4 years

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Becoming a pet... great

This is my present for @infinitesimal-grey for the @secret-sanders-sized by @hiddendreamer67

I think I got exited and wrote a very long fic... but I hope you like it!

Summary: Roman is a werewolf and has a pet borrower named Virgil who doesn´t really enjoy being a pet even if Roman’s a decent owner, things get interested hen Roman´s school provides them with a potion that’s able to switch their sizes

TW: treating people as pets, being locked in a cage, fighting (if there’s another one please let me know ;))

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Virgil sat on his bed, he wasn't able to sleep, like usual, he looked at the nightstand next to his owner's bed, the alarm was going to sound soon for him to go to school, and he had to wait for him alone.

He had to admit that being with Roman was not as awful as he first thought it would be, but he was still his pet, and no matter what Roman would never see him in other way.

The alarm sounded and the werewolf turned it off, he sat on his bed and stretched his arms while yawning, showing his sharp fangs and making Virgil shiver.

“good morning Virge” Roman said while standing up, he walked to the borrower’s cage and opened the door “did you sleep well?”

“Yeah” said Virgil lying, he stood up and got out of his cage, stepping into Roman’s hand to go get breakfast.

Ever since borrowers were downgraded to pets and he was bought by Roman, they had the same routine everyday, except for weekends when his owner didn’t have to go to school.

Roman left his hand on the counter and his pet stepped out of his hand “I have a surprise for you” he said, smiling and walking through the kitchen.

“A surprise?” Virgil was confused, usually a surprise would mean a new toy or piece of clothing, but Roman seemed so happy for some reason, so that couldn’t be.

The werewolf nodded as he grabbed something from a cabinet “you’re going to go to school with me”

“Wait what? Didn’t we tried this already? And it went horribly wrong...”

“Yes” he said turning around and smiling to Virgil “but this time, things are gonna be different” Roman took one of Virgil's cups and filled it with a clear shiny liquid.

“W-What is that?” Said Virgil a little nervous.

Roman left the cup next to Virgil “they gave us this potion at school, it’s supposed to teach us about equality with borrowers so that our bond becomes stronger” he said, taking a needle from a drawer.

“And how does it work?” Asked Virgil, he couldn’t imagine how borrowers could be seen as equal.

The werewolf poked his finger with the needle, he left it on the counter and let a drop of his blood drop into the potion, turning it red “It’s going to make you my size”

Virgil’s eyes went wide, he doubted magic like that existed, he saw Roman pushing the cup closer to him, he looked at it, he was a bit disgusted by the fact he had to drink his owner’s blood, but if that could make him his size... he started to wonder if it could work the other way, he didn’t hate Roman, but having the tables turned could be interesting.

Hesitantly, the borrower picked the cup and got it closer to his lips, drinking it’s contents, he kept it on his hands when it was empty ”I don't feel anything...”

Roman hummed ”I think it needs time to activate”

Virgil was about to say something else when he felt a warm sensation trough his body, he looked down at the cup it was smaller, it usually was te size of his hand, but now it was half it's size.

The werewolf smiled ”It's working! You're getting bigger!”

The borrower left the cup aside and sat at the edge of the table, he looked around at how everything was getting smaller, he got off the table, surprised of the short distance between it and the floor, he looked up at Roman, compared to him, Virgil was currently the size of a child, but he was getting bigger with each second, the growing stopped once he was eye level with the werewolf ”Wow...”

Roman hugged Virgil ”I can't believe it really worked!”

The ex borrower was struggling to breath because of the other's strong grip ”R-Ro... l-let me breath...”

”oh right sorry” he said breaking the hug ”I got overexcited” he giggled nervously ”This is awesome! You're normal sized! And you can come with me to school, I promise we'll have a lot of fun afterwards, we can go get some ice cream, or to the movies, or”

”woah woah, relax princey, how about I try to get used to this first?” Said Virgil, cutting him off.

”Right, how about we have breakfast first? Do you want coffee?”

”Yes please”

Roman smiled and walked to get some mugs, Virgil looked at the table, spotting the cup, his cup, he was amazed of how small it was, he could take it with just two fingers now, when it was the size of his hands just some minutes ago.

Roman's cellphone started ringing ”Would you mind serving the coffee while I answer outside?”

”oh, not at all”

”and you can take any other thing you want for breakfast, it's your house too after all” said Roman as he went outside the apartment, without noticing he left the door open.

Virgil took the mugs and poured the coffee, he opened some cabinets until he found the cookies he was looking for, he wanted to do something for Roman, but he could decide what, he left everything on the table and went to ask Roman what would he like, he was about to get out when he heard the conversation he was having.

”-I just didn't like the idea of being borrower sized... I know the teacher said it was supposed to change us both but... hey it worked! That's what matters, Virgil's normal size, I didn't have to shrink, everyone's happy-”

Virgil backed away from the door ’Roman was supposed to shrink? That was the whole point of the potion, that's how he was supposed to learn about equality, but he was just too coward to do it’ he thought as he walked back to the kitchen, he looked at the counter where the potion was, if Roman's blood made him his size, maybe Virgil's would make Roman borrower sized.

He took it and poured a small amount on a glass, he grabbed the needle and washed it, he pocked his finger with it and left it aside, he looked at the drop of blood coming out of his finger, he could still hear mumbles from outside, which meant Roman was still talking through the phone, he took a deep breath and let the blood fall into the potion, this time turning purple instead of red.

He took the glass and poured the potion on Roman’s mug and mixing it, the coffee was dark so there wasn’t much difference, he would never tell the difference, he left it on the table and took some random fruit before his ex owner came back in.

The werewolf went back into the house and into the kitchen “I didn’t know what you wanted so I just took out some cookies and fuit” said Virgil, watching Roman coming in.

“It’s okay, I’ll take you somewhere to eat after school” he said smiling and taking his mug, Virgil watched as Roman took a sip from his coffee “where would you like to go?”

“Uhm...wherever you want to take me it’s fine for me...” he said, drinking some of his coffee.

Roman drank some again but stopped when he sniffed it “wait, something’s not right...” he continued smelling “did you put something on this?”

“What? No, what could I put on...” said Virgil, as he could swear he was looking down at the werewolf now “...it”

“Are you sure?” he said, getting closer to the now tallest one and smelling him ” it kind of smells like you... wait, are you taller than me?”

”Maybe is just part of the effects?”

”That could be... but I could swear we were the same height just a second ago”

Virgil gulped as he saw how Roman got a little shorter, for a moment he feared Roman would get angry at him once his shrinking stopped, he also wondered if the process was slower because the potion was mixed with the coffee, or if it could affect his final height.

This time, Roman noticed the change “d-did you just got taller?” He looked down at the mug on his hands, it seemed a bit bigger too “or am I..?” He sniffed his coffee once more, his eyes opening wide when he realized what could have happened “no...” he looked up, yes up at Virgil with fear “y-you didn’t...”

The tallest one felt a bit of guilt, but he had to admit it felt nice to be the one in charge, so he hid it with a smirk “I didn’t what Roman?”

“T-the potion, you put it on my coffee, i-it’s shrinking me” he left the mug on the table, it was getting heavy “why did you do it?” He said looking at Virgil, he was at his shoulder height now.

“Why? Maybe because this was supposed to happen on the first place? But you were just to coward to do it correctly”

The werewolf sighed “you heard me talking to Patton didn’t you?”

”I didn't mean to...” said Virgil looking somewhere else ”but you know what? I'm glad I did, now your little equality lesson can be completed”

”look I-I just thought it would be the same if we were both normal size”

Virgil hummed ”maybe, but anyways, it's too late now, and you're going to be seeing things from my perspective soon” he said, seeing Roman shrinking to his stomach height.

Roman looked around, amazed at how everything was getting bigger, he felt like a little kid as he shrunk to be eye level with Virgil’s waist.

”aww, does the prince feel a little overwhelmed?” Said the ex-borrower, he took Roman from under his arms and lifted him, making them be eye level once again ”you're so light, I never thought I would be able to be bigger than you, to be able to pick you up like nothing” Virgil tossed Roman in the air and caught him, making him yelp.

“just think about it, less than an hour ago, I was just a couple of inches tall, you had complete control over me and I could do nothing about it, but you gave me the opportunity to turn the tables” he left the shrinking werewolf on the table as he was now just two feet tall.

Roman blushed of embarrassment, Virgil was right, he was helpless, he could barely move around his on apartment without help at this size, he was at Virgil’s mercy, unable to stop him of whatever he wanted to do to him.

Virgil pinched the back of the werewolf’s shirt between and lifted him up “it seems like you’ve stopped shrinking already, I can’t believe we’re this small” he left Roman on his palm and walked to their room ”There are some things I want you to notice”

The shrunken one was left on the desk ”Let's start with this” Virgil opened his cage’s door and pushed him inside, closing and locking the door behind him, Roman turned to see him and grabbed the bars ”How do you feel Roman?”

Roman looked around the cage, he had tried his best to make it as cozy as he could, he didn't even called it a cage anymore, but that didn't made it feel less like one ”Trapped...” he said looking down.

”And how did you feel when I grabbed you?”

”...Controlled, vulnerable...”

”There you go, now imagine how I feel with those things being a borrower with anxiety, but of course, you didn't even cared that much to read my file, so you don't know that”

Roman's eyes went wide ”b-but why didn't you said anything” he said looking up at Virgil.

”Uhm, did you heard when I told you I have anxiety? You're stammering, you're afraid to speak to me and you ask me why I didn't point out the things you were doing wrong?”

”Virge... you don't have to be afraid of me, you're allowed to tell me if I'm doing something wrong”

Virgil hummed ”well, you could show interest more often, and you can't ask me to not be scared of you” he opened the cage and grabbed Roman in a fist, taking him out ”The only reason I'm telling you this is because you're not scary like this”

Roman yelped as giant fingers surrounded him, bringing him close to giant eyes ”W-well... you are scary like this...”

The ex-borrower softened his gaze and opened his hand, he of all creatures should know what it feels like to be vulnerable, to feel powerless, and he was making Roman feel that, he wasn't thinking on his perspective ”y-you think I'm scary?”

”w-well... you had me on your fist, you were almost yelling at me, a-and I was just so close to your frowned face... it was overwhelming”

Virgil looked away from the shrunken creature on his hand, he hated everyone who was bigger than him just because they used their size as an advantage over him, and now he was doing it, thinking about how someone so small felt was way more difficult than he thought it would be, even for him ”sorry...” he left Roman back in the desk.

Roman looked up at him “Don’t worry, I know it’s hard to think about how someone feels when they’re so small, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t care enough, but I do, you don’t know how much I freak out when I have to carry you, or when I feel you’re too close to me” he said looking away “I thought that if you were normal sized, it would have been easier for us to be friends, that’s what I didn’t want to shrink” his ears were folded down “but you were right, I was scared of seeing your perspective, of seeing how bad owner I was”

Now Virgil felt guilty, but he huffed “I guess we both suck at telling each other how we truly feel”

”You're not wrong in that” said the werewolf returning the brief laugh ”Would you be willing to make an agreement?”

Virgil hummed ”what kind of agreement?”

”We won't stay quiet, when something's bothering us we'll tell each other to see how we can fix it” Said Roman extending his hand towards Virgil

He thought for a moment ”And none of us will get mad?”

”And none of us will get mad” said Roman ”Deal?”

Virgil took Roman's hand between his fingers ”Deal” he said shaking it slightly.

Roman took his hand away from Virgil's fingers when the handshake stopped ”So... what do we do now?”

”I don't know” Virgil shrugged ”Does the potion has a time limit or something?”

Roman hummed, thinking ”Yeah, it has to be an hour or so, I think I left an alarm on my phone”

Virgil was about to get up to look for Roman’s phone when a loud noise came from the kitchen, the alarm, has it really been an hour already? He felt a tingling sensation run through his body “I think the effect’s running off already” he said as he shivered.

He saw how the table was starting to get taller, he stood up and pushed the chair closer to the desk, he started climbing it once he was eye level with it, he got up of the chair and tried to get up the desk, but the shrinking made it difficult, he was about to slip when Roman grabbed his hand and pulled him up, it was a little hard since he was still bigger than him.

After some more seconds, both of them stood on top of the tale, borrower sized, Virgil huffed “we’re the same size again” he looked at his owner -friend? And hesitantly pulled him into a hug.

Roman returned the hug wagging his tail, they broke the hug after some time “I guess we have to wait until I grow back to normal”

“yeah, that would be the best…”

It wasn´t long before Roman started to grow, there was half an hour or so between when Virgil drank him drank the potion and that was why they didn’t returned to their original size at the same time.

When they both went back to normal, they both realized Roman had skipped school, he had to call Patton to tell him he was okay and stop him from panicking.

“Pat, I promise everything’s alright…I’ll tell you everything tomorrow…promise…see ya then” the werewolf hung up his phone and looked at his borrower, sitting in the table eating a cookie, they were both hungry since they didn’t ate breakfast either “better?”

“definitely” answered Virgil, taking another bite as Roman reached for a cookie from the package behind him “about everything you told me… it was true right?”

Roman bit his cookie and chewed it a bit before answering “of course it was true! I want you to be comfortable with me, not as your owner but more like as a friend”

The borrower smiled “You weren’t that bad of an owner, over all people, I think I’m lucky I ended up with you”

Roman returned the smile “and you’re the best borrower I could have ever asked for”

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The Only One - A Virgil H/C Tumblr Ask

Summary: Virgil has a secret that the Light Sides and Thomas are completely unaware of, but the Dark Sides unfortunately aren’t. The Dark Sides are spending more and more time in the main area of the Mindscape now that Thomas and the Light Sides are trying to accept them as part of the famILY. What does this mean for Virgil?

This is an ask that Tumblr ate, so to the anon that requested it, I’m so sorry if you’re only seeing this now!! I actually really enjoyed writing this!!

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience. Tumblr ate most of my fics that I know I posted here, which makes me very sad for a lot of reasons, one of the biggest being that the love and comments and tags that folks showed this fic is gone into the ether. I’ll be making a masterlist to help prevent this from happening again.

TW: Trans guy Virgil, gender dysphoria, transphobia, deadnaming (kind of), misgendering, minor physical violence, blood, knives, Unsympathetic Deceit, Unsympathetic Remus, bullying, harrassment, forced undressing, crying, angst w/ a happy ending.

Word Count: 3367

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Virgil curled his hands in the thick quilt on his bed. He’d encountered Deceit and Remus of all Sides that day and had hid in his room ever since. He couldn’t even be bothered to replace his shirt; he’d just thrown the tattered remains on the floor and crawled under the covers in shock, trembling with silent tears going down his face.

“Kiddo! Dinner’s ready!”

Virgil swallowed, trying to get past the lump in his throat. “Sorry Pat, I’m not feeling well,” he called back, voice gravelly.

Patton spoke more softly this time. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry to hear that! Do you want me to bring you some soup or water?”

Despite his trauma, he smiled through his tears. He’s too good for me. “No thanks Pat, I think I just want to sleep right now.”

“Okay! Let me know if there’s anything I can do!”

“Will do.”

Virgil heard Patton move away from the door, and he sighed.

I should probably clean up the wounds. Don’t want them to get infected.

Virgil shakily stood and walked over to his bathroom. He winced. This is bad. This has to be one of the worst times. Thin cuts marred his skin where Deceit and Remus had used a knife to cut his shirt off. Thin lines of blood trailed down from each wound. Virgil sighed and went about disinfecting them.

You know they’ve been more active in the main Mindscape, you know they’d see you wearing a binder. Why did you have to be so fucking stupid? You could have just worn your huge hoodie like you used to and it would have been fine. They already beat the shit out of you once you changed your voice in the Subconscious, did you really want another beating that badly?

Virgil bit his lip as a sob forced its way past the lump in his throat and more tears streamed down his face. Soon, he’d expertly cleaned and bandaged his wounds and he started working on cleaning the tear tracks and makeup from his face. He cursed the Dark Sides for knowing to aim for parts of his body that would be covered up by clothes; if he’d been unable to hide the bruises, he wouldn’t have a choice but to tell the Light Sides.

The Light Sides won’t believe you. What, the Dark Sides they’re working on accepting just so happen to be evil transphobes who hurt you? And you’re the only Dark Side who’s not an asshole? Give me a break.

Virgil bit back tears. He was tired of crying over the Dark Sides hurting him. And if he told the Light Sides, they’d start asking questions that he wasn’t ready to answer. It was bad enough that they’d “outed” him as a previous Dark Side, causing their loving, wonderful Host to look at him with disgust.

Virgil shook his head. Thinking about that isn’t helping me calm down. He splashed a bit of water on his face and finished cleaning off his makeup. He curled back up in bed, hissing through his teeth at the new injuries, and resigned himself to a night of restless sleep.

/////

Virgil decided against wearing his new shirt and hoodie, instead opting for his old black ensemble. He felt like crying without a binder, but he also didn’t want to lose another one to Deceit’s knife and he was pretty sure a couple of his ribs were cracked.

Virgil made his way downstairs for breakfast, miserable. He’d put on extra black eyeshadow to hide the bags under his eyes and hopefully to draw attention away from the fact that his eyes were slightly red.

He was shuffling into the kitchen when he froze. Deceit is here, why is he here, why is he here, why is he-

“How are you feeling kiddo?” Patton asked.

Virgil shrugged keeping eye contact with him and resolutely avoiding the other Dark Side. “Fine. Better.”

“That’s good! I thought that we should get to know the Dark Sides better, so I invited them over for breakfast! Although Remus didn’t show up, something about being on a ‘deodorant cleanse’?”

“Yes, Virgil, it’s so important to get to know each other better, don’t you think?” Deceit purred.

“I know you well enough!” Virgil spat back.

“Now Virgil, give him a chance,” Patton said, disapproval coloring his voice.

Deceit looked hurt. “Yes Virgil, why aren’t you giving me a chance? I’m trying here, and you’re just being mean.”

Dammit, Deceit can act well if he tries.

Deceit looked at Virgil with a sick smirk.

Virgil narrowed his eyes at Deceit. “Fuck. You.” and sank back into his room, his stomach cramping from hunger. He curled up on his bed and hugged his pillow, angry tears coming out this time.

I just wanted food! And now Patton thinks I’m an asshole! And the others will too! Fuck!

A few hours later, he couldn’t ignore the nausea anymore and decided to venture downstairs. He walked up to his door and pressed his ear against it, listening for any indication there were Sides walking around. Hearing nothing, he slowly opened his door and looked both direction.

Finally. I need-

“Doom and Gloom!”

Fuck.

Virgil turned his head and looked at Roman. He seemed excited about something or other.

“I have this wonderful new project! For Halloween! You’ll love it Virge!”

Deceit and Remus appeared behind Roman, smirking.

“Virgil? Who’s she, never heard of her,” Deceit sneered.

Roman jumped, but relaxed quickly. Virgil ground his teeth.

“I thought it was Veronica? Or no wait, Vanessa?”

Virgil glared at them. “That’s never been my name,” he growled.

“Oh, my mistake!” Deceit laughed, daintily putting a hand to his chest. He smiled. “Violet.”

“Hahaha! She’s a girl!” Remus shrieked, pointing at Virgil. Roman just looked confused.

Virgil held himself back and closed his eyes. He inhaled, opened his eyes, turned around, and walked downstairs. He heard Patton humming in the kitchen and smiled.

He entered the kitchen and opened the pantry to grab some cereal.

“Hey Virge!”

Virgil smiled at him and sent him a two-finger salute. Patton let him get milk in his cereal and start eating before he spoke up.

“Honey, I think we need to talk about what happened with Deceit this morning.”

Virgil’s stomach nearly revolted. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s no big deal. “Yeah? What about it?”

Patton sighed. “The way you spoke to Deceit… Is there something else going on?”

Virgil whipped his head towards the fatherly trait. He’d been expecting admonishment and chastising, a demand to go apologize to Deceit. Instead, Patton’s eyes were full of concern. “I… what?”

Patton tilted his head. “I know you have a longer history with the Dark Sides than we do, and it sounded like there were things that weren’t being said out loud.” At Virgil’s baffled expression, he continued. “You can trust me, sweetie. Is there something going on?”

Virgil stared at his cereal bowl, fighting back tears. He moved the cereal bits around with his spoon.

I can’t lie to Patton, he’s just trying to help.

Virgil decided to tell the truth. “I can’t say. I’m sorry.”

Patton sagged slightly at that. “Is Deceit stopping you?”

Virgil chewed on his lip. “No, it’s my own fucking fault.”

“Do you feel unsafe around us?”

Virgil jumped at the question. “No! I just,” Virgil’s voice choked off. “I can’t say,” he whispered brokenly.

“Oh sweetie, do you want a hug?” Patton asked.

“S-sorry, not right now.” The thought of Patton wrapping his arms around his body, especially without his binder, was too much.

“Okay baby, let me know. Is there anything I can do?”

“No. I’m sorry.” And with that Virgil broke. He dropped his spoon in his bowl and put his head in his hands, letting out the sobs he’d been holding in.

“Oh! Virgil, it’s okay! It’ll be okay!”

Virgil just shook his head.

“Would it be okay if I rubbed your back?”

Virgil nodded. He won’t be touching my front, that’s okay.

Patton immediately put a hand on Virgil’s back and began lovingly rubbing it.

“I w-want to s-s-say, but I c-c-can’t!!”

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. It’ll be okay,” Patton soothed, confused but beginning to understand that something was going on between the Dark Sides and Virgil and it wasn’t anything good. For now, he focused on calming Virgil down enough so he could eat. Eventually, Virgil’s cries petered out.

Patton kept rubbing small circles into his kiddo’s back. “There you go. Feeling better?”

Virgil nodded and wiped his face on his sleeve. He smiled at Patton shyly. “Sorry ‘bout that. Just freaking out for no reason.”

Patton frowned. “It doesn’t sound like no reason.”

Virgil waved him off. “It’s fine Pat. I’m probably just hungry.”

Patton knew it wasn’t just hunger, but he also knew not to push the issue any more. He grabbed a bowl of cereal for himself and chatted with Virgil, trying to make him feel comfortable again. He was happy that by the end of the meal, Virgil was much more relaxed and didn’t seem like he was about to burst into tears. Virgil cleaned his dishes and and sent Patton a two-finger salute as he sank out. Patton let his face fall once Virgil was out of the kitchen. What is going on with my sweet boy?

/////

The Sides all rose up when Thomas summoned them for the next video. Virgil had his normal hoodie on and zipped up and prayed no one could tell that he wasn’t wearing a binder.

“Hey Virge! You cold?” Thomas asked.

Virgil nodded, Deceit giggling at the lie.

Thomas turned to the camera and started filming.

“What is up everybody?! Today, I’m dealing with an important topic: when to come out.”

Remus giggled. “Like Virgil! She-” Deceit elbowed him, cutting him off.

Thomas frowned in confusion at Remus. “I mean, yeah, he told me he was a Dark Side, and that’s what I wanted to address this video.”

Deceit summoned a bowl of popcorn and crunched loudly, making sure Virgil saw the shit-eating grin on his face. Remus just snacked on deodorant.

Virgil paled and felt cold all over. His heart was pounding and there was a lump in his throat. Thomas turned to him.

“Virgil, I… I just wanted to say that I was surprised, and I still love you. I don’t care that you were a Dark Side before. You’re working with me now, and with the others, and who you are now matters way more than who you thought you had to be in the past.”

Virgil was shocked. He felt tears springing to his eyes. “You… you really mean that?” he whispered, incredulous.

Thomas smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

Virgil sagged in relief and smiled, a single tear running down his cheek.

“That’s totally how I expected that was going to go,” Deceit complained.

Remus just threw his deodorant on the ground in frustration.

Thomas ignored them. “Do you want a hug Virge?”

Before Virgil could panic and make up an excuse, Remus started shrieking with laughter. “She can’t! Then you’ll feel her tits!”

Virgil felt all of the blood leave his body.

Thomas just tilted his head in confusion at Remus. “What?” He looked at Virgil. “Virge? What’s going on?”

Virgil started backing into the wall and hyperventilating, new kinds of tears making their way down his face.

He knows, he knows, he just got over me keeping one big secret from him, this is a coming out video, he’s going to find out, he’s going to hate me, they’re all going to hate me, they’re going to send me back to the Dark Side, he hates me, they hate me…

“Come now Virgil,” Deceit purred. Virgil jumped when he and Remus appeared in front of him on the landing. “Let’s be fully honest with our Host, that’s what he would want, isn’t that right?”

Remus and Deceit grabbed Virgil and started pulling down the zipper. He cried out and thrashed in their hold until they were pulled away. He didn’t notice who helped him, he just collapsed on the landing and curled into a defensive ball in the corner, shaking like a leaf and hyperventilating.

“Virgil? Can you hear me?”

Virgil flinched and whined at the proximity of Logan’s voice.

“I can’t, I don’t want to, please don’t make me, don’t hurt me, please…” he whimpered.

Everyone’s hearts shattered.

Patton came up to the landing and leaned against the steps. “It’s okay sweetie, no one’s going to hurt you, I promise. No one’s going to force you to do anything. Can you try to breathe with me baby?”

Virgil let out another cry but nodded. Patton counted with him, occasionally glancing back at the Dark Sides. Roman had the Dark Sides cornered, sword pointed directly at them, making sure they wouldn’t hurt Virgil. After almost twenty rounds of breathing exercises, Virgil’s muscles began to relax from the cramped position they were in.

Thomas knelt in front of the stairs. “Virge?” he began cautiously. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Virgil’s breath hitched. “I’m sorry Thomas.”

“Buddy, no! You got attacked and got scared.”

Deceit laughed. “That’s not all Thomas! Go on, tell our Host what else you’ve been lying about!”

Thomas frowned at Deceit and looked back at Virgil. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. This… God, this has to be the worst time to be making a coming out video. Are you hurt at all?”

Remus laughed. “Awwwww, is the little girl hurt?”

“SILENCE!!” Roman roared.

Virgil flinched, staring at the Dark Sides with wide eyes.

“Virgil, hey look at me,” Thomas called softly. Virgil turned wide eyes to Thomas, the Host almost breaking at the tears he saw. “It’s okay buddy.”

Remus wasn’t done. “Take off her shirt!!”

Roman took a step towards them. “SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL RUN YOU THROUGH!!”

There must have been something in Roman’s expression, because the jeers stopped.

“Honey-” Patton began. He was cut off with a sharp inhale from Virgil as he laid a hand on the anxious Side’s back. He quickly withdrew his hand.

“I’m sorry baby! Are you hurt?”

Virgil sniffled. “N-not too bad.”

Thomas’ face twisted in anger, and the two Dark Sides sank out. Roman sheathed his sword after a moment and walked over to the stairs, worried about his anxious friend.

Logan spoke up. “Virgil, may I look at your wounds?”

“No!” he yelled, curling up defensively and hugging his hoodie closer to himself.

“I will respect your choices Virgil. However, I believe that it would be in your best interest to allow me to assess your injuries to ensure nothing else is going on and to help prevent infection.”

Virgil shook his head. “They’ve done worse, this is nothing, I’ll be fine.”

“They’ve done this before?!” Roman growled.

Virgil curled in on himself and nodded.

Patton shifted a little closer. “How have they hurt you in the past?”

Virgil’s breath hitched. “Th-they’ve beat the shit out of me when I changed my voice. I u-used to have a higher pitched voice and I didn’t like it. And when I changed how I dressed they beat me up for that too.”

“Oh Virge,” Patton breathed. “Do you know why they did it?”

“B-because…” Dammit, I’ve really got to say it, don’t I? “I-I’m a trans guy.” Once he started, he couldn’t seem to stop. “The D-Dark Sides h-hated me for it, s-said I w-w-was a girl, but I’m not! I swear I didn’t l-lie to you T-Thomas!! I just, w-with how you’d t-taken the news of me being o-one of them in the p-p-past, I was scared you’d m-m-make me go b-back to them and I c-c-can’t…” Virgil dissolved into tears, unable to form any more sentences.

Thomas jumped forward and hugged Virgil close to him. Virgil curled into his Host and cried.

“God, Virge, I’m so sorry. I’d never hate you for being trans! Whatever I did to make you think that, I’m so sorry. And if they’re hurting you, I’d never want you in that position.”

Thomas held Virgil until his cries petered out.

They deserve to know. “Th-they’d cut off m-my clothes.”

Thomas froze and tightened his arms.

“They what.” Patton said, voice flat with blinding fury.

“Th-they w-wouldn’t go farther th-than that!” Virgil added quickly. “They’d j-j-just cut off m-my clothes t-to try to p-prove I’m a girl. Th-that’s why I’m n-not w-wearing a b-b-binder today. Th-they cut up my l-last one with a knife a-and hurt m-my ribs.”

“Oh baby…”

Logan adjusted his necktie nervously. “I… Virgil, I am so sorry they hurt you. I believe I understand another reason you don’t want me to look at your injuries. May I ask you some questions instead?”

Virgil bit his lip and nodded, still curled against Thomas.

“Does it hurt to breathe?”

Virgil nodded, and Thomas loosened his grip slightly.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad is your pain when you breathe?”

“Um, like a 5? It’s not too bad.”

“I am glad to hear that. Are you experiencing any difficulty breathing?”

“Not really, no?”

“Alright. Let me know if you do. Would you consent to stay with one of us for a few nights until we’re certain there aren’t any other ill-effects?”

“Y-you don’t mind?”

Roman frowned and tilted his head. “Why would we mind?”

“…I dunno.”

Logan sighed. “We want to help you Virgil. Please tell us what is bothering you.”

Virgil hid his face in Thomas’ chest, muffling his words. “They s-said I was gross.”

Roman actually snarled while Patton gasped and Logan and Thomas’ faces hardened.

Thomas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them and kissed the top of Virgil’s head as he held the trembling man.

“You’re not gross Virge.”

“Y-you’re just saying that.”

Logan hesitantly placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “Virgil, I am not one to mince feelings.” Virgil huffed a laugh at that. “You are objectively not “gross.” Remus and Deceit are wrong.”

Virgil lifted his head and looked at Logan. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Virgil relaxed against Thomas. “Can I… Can I wear my old stuff until my ribs heal? That hoodie’s bigger, it helps with… yeah.”

“Of course you can kiddo!” Patton rushed out. “If it makes you feel better, go for it!”

Virgil frowned and looked at the Light Sides and Thomas suspiciously. “You’re all taking this… really well,” he said slowly. “I’m the only one like this. Not even one of the other Dark Sides is like this. Aren’t you freaked out?”

“Kiddo, no!”

“One’s gender would never make me forsake them!”

“You identify as a man, therefore you are a man.”

Thomas hadn’t spoken yet, and Virgil felt tears in his eyes.

“Virgil, buddy,” Thomas began. “I… I fucked up, didn’t I?” Thomas’ voice grew thick with tears. “I somehow made you think I think less of trans people.” Thomas buried his face in Virgil’s hair to hide his tears. “I-I’m sorry I ever made you feel that way. I promise I’d never think any less of you. You’re still my facet, my Virgil, and this is just one cool thing about you.”

Virgil pressed into Thomas. “I don’t know why I had to manifest this way. There’s no reason for it!”

Thomas rubbed Virgil’s arm. “We may never know why, and that’s okay. We don’t need to in order to accept you and love you.”

Virgil closed his eyes, exhausted. “Thank you, Thomas. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Thomas squeezed Virgil as tightly as he dared. “You were scared.” Thomas smiled before he sang. “It’s okay. We’re your best pals!”

Virgil snorted. “Dork.”

“Damn gay.”

“Don’t you mean- oh, I get it.”

Patton and Thomas giggled.

Roman stepped closer. “Virgil, would you like to stay in my room tonight? The bed’s big enough to fit all of us.”

Virgil looked up at Roman and smiled. “Sure Princey.”

Later that evening, when Virgil is surrounded by the Light Sides, he smiles to himself.

The Light Sides might be clueless morons, but I guess I could get used to this.

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You Matter

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Summary: Patton meets Logan, and his emotions

Patton sees the world differently. His powers make him see people differently. Increased empathy. That's such a simple concept, but it changes how he sees people. When he sees Virgil he can see anxiety oozing off of him. He can see Roman’s false confidence, the fakeness of it how it was off. However, he had never been prepared for what he felt when Logan noticed him. The bright laughter was sucked back into him, and he saw...nothing. There were hints of fear, but he was mostly empty. The man next to Logan stood up. He saw the man's mood slowly calm as he walked to Virgil.

“Hello, I’m Doctor Monty, and this is my patent Logan,” Doctor Monty introduced himself.

The man was tall and had a burn on one side of his face. Logan made eye contact with all of them his gaze intense. Patton turned to Virgil his usual cloud of anxiety grew in this child intense glare. Roman was looking at the puddle of...something on the ground. A weird mix of disgust and curiosity was buzzing around him.

“Sorry for running late. We lost track of time.” Patton broke the silence of the room, “Hello kiddo. I’m Patton, and we're here to help you gain control of those powers you have.”

“Yes, the first step is knowing exactly what those powers are. ‘Matter Manipulation’ is extremely vague.”

Roman broke his gaze from the puddle on the floor, “I’m sorry if this is rude, but what is...this. It's not apple juice, because it's the wrong color to be that, but it smells like apples. It's not applesauce, beca-”

“It's a liquified apple,” Dr. Monty cut him off. Patton say annoyance emitting of the man. He also noticed a faint trace of embarrassment from the kid that was quickly squashed.

“Wh-What does that mean?” A cloud of confusion hovered over Romans head.

“It is an apple that is a liquid.”

“Enough about the apple Roman! Could you please show me a demonstration of your powers.” Virgil interrupted. Dr. Monty pointed to the puddle of apple on the ground.

“Ha! I was right to question the apple! That's why I’m the brains.” Roman laughed. Logan’s head turned to Roman. He looked to Virgil.

“Really? He's the brains?” Logan asked, “You two must be idiots. His shirt is on backwards for pete's sake!” Patton was hit with a sudden and strong wave of emotion. He felt Logan’s emotions hit him like a truck and almost fell over. He had never felt anything like it before. He had seen repression and the bubble over effect, but this kid had his emotional pot filled to the brim.

Virgil broke his thoughts to point to the glass behind Logan. It wasn’t really a glass any more. It was more of a puddle of clear thick liquid, “Did you just do that?” His cloud of anxeity now suprise, “Like just now when you were calling Roman stupid.” Roman glared at Virgil

Logan’s emotional cloud immediately dispersed, “I apologize-“

“Its fi-” Roman started.

“for that emotional outburst.”

“It's fine Logan.” Patton supplied. This kid was apologising for having emotions. No wonder he has such intense mood swings. He doesn’t allow himself to feel, “No big! Now we got that demonstration of powers we wanted. So can you explain what just happened?”

“I melted the glass.” Logan answered he visibly relaxed.

“Can you tell me how?” Patton asked.

“My power is manipulating objects by changing their state of matter. I can also…create vacuums.”

“Our goal is to loosen the grip his emotions have on his powers.” Patton said to Dr. Monty.

“Logan, can you go get some snacks for our guests from the vending machine?” Dr.Monty asked the boy.

“I know you're trying to get rid of me. You could just ask.” despite his words Logan’s tone was completely even. He got up and took twenty dollars from his father and went into the halls.

“You guys aren’t going to hurt my son.” Dr.Monty turned to Patton and his team, “You hurt him in anyway I will ruin you.”

Virgil looked offended, “We would never hurt him. We’re heroes!”

“Heros can be just as corrupt as villains.” Dr.Monty.

“We are just going to help your son. Get him out of this dump he’s been in for nine years!” Virgil had anger rolling off of him. It was harsh and mad. Dr.Monty was angry too, but his was purring like a lion. Docile until it ponces. Virgil was flashing in and out of existence. Patton looked to Roman who shared a similar concerned look.

“How I take care of MY son is none of your business.” Virgil looked ready to ponce. He was practically invisible. Roman shut it down his eye glowed red as Virgil was fully visible. Roman’s eyes returned to their natural hazel.

“No fighting. We all have the same goal. Help Logan. I’ve known the kid for only ten minutes, and honestly he's kinda annoying,” Delclan’s anger jumped with that comment, “but were heros and you're his dad slash doctor so were working together on this.”

“Dr.Monty, can you give us the Lo-down on how we can help.” Patton interrupted the tension.

“W-Was that a pun?” Dr. Monty asked

“Yep!” Patton laughed.

“He is definitely going to love you.” Sarcasm was dripping in the doctor's tone.

Patton looked to the clock. He met Virgil’s eyes. There was still anger in them, but it was more contained, and calmer. He nodded to the door. Virgil elbowed Roman.

“We need to get going it was nice meeting you,” Roman smiled

“Nice meeting you as well.” Dr.Monty put on a fake smile as resentment bubbled behind him.

Patton walked into the hall to see Logan walking back with a smile wide on his face. He started walking to Patton’s team. The wrappers on the snacks paint was on his hands.

“Are the wrappers melting onto your hands.” Roman asked a cloud of cuorsity engulfing him. Logans happy cloud shrunk slightly.

“Yes, They appear to be.” He was flushing pink and a little cloud of embarrassment appeared.

“It was really nice meeting you!” Patton smiled. The boy handed three bags of plain chips. He took a deep breath and all of his joy and embarrassment sucked back into him. The boy opened the door to his room.

Virgil turned to Roman, “What do you think we have.”

Roman turned, “He has little control of his powers.”

“He represses his emotions a lot.” Patton added, “any time he shows any. His powers activate. He also doesn’t like using them.”

“I think we should just let him use them. ya know. With no consequences. Let him relax with them.” Virgil added, “I don’t think the...doctor lets him.”

“Virgil you need to give Dr.Monty a chance.” Patton scolded

“Yeah, Virge what the hell was that!” Roman said, “You can’t just start conflict out of nowhere.”

“He just rubs me the wrong way.”

“Be the bigger person! We need Logan to trust us! You know that. You can’t insult the people he’s close to.”

A man runs down the hall. Once Patton gets a good look at him he recognises him. It was Dr.Pacani. Anxiety-No panic was rolling off of him. This is why Patton got into this field. He went up to the doctor.

“What's wrong?”

“My patient he went missing again!”

Patton looked to Virgil, Roman was already preparing himself for a search. Then a whistle came from the halls, and Dr.Pacani relaxed. Suddenly a cloud of annoyance came from him as a sunglasses clad boy strolled down the halls.

“Where were you!” Pacani tried to sound stern but it came off mostly worried, or maybe that's just how Patton saw it.

“You can’t just ditch me!” The man said. The boys emotions changed.

“You met another, You can’t hang out with him.” Pacani seemed…scared. The boy was mad.

“Hes dangerous, you can’t hang out with Lo-” Pacani took a breath, “We can talk about this later c’mon,”

Patton felt the caution and fear off of Pacani. Why on earth would he be afraid of Logan. I guess he’ll never know.

“Can he read minds?” Roman, “No one else cares. Okay.”

Tag List: @thewhiteraven73 @hereforapathylogic @isolatedphan

#ts logan #ts patton #logan angst #ts virgil #ts deciet #sympathetic deceit #ts emile #ts remy #superhero au

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asoftervirge · 5 years

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Of “Love” & Murder - (13/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: To Quote the Six Merry Murdresses of the Cook County Jail, “He Had it Coming.”

RATING: M PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: Morally Grey Patton, Swearing, mentions of Murder/Violence, mentions of Alcohol, Food/Eating, Cyanide Poisoning, Tragic Backstory, sympathetic Virgil(?), Major Character Death, Revenge, Remus Sanders, Corpses, brief mention of Vomit CHAPTER SUMMARY: Patton creates Virgil’s demise...?

<< Chapter 12

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here we are guys! The final chapter of Of “Love” & Murder! I just want to give a quick thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, messaged, and commented me about this fic. It was an absolute joy to write and I’m really glad that everyone enjoyed it. For one last time, please be careful of the content warnings at the top of the fic and take care of yourself should you proceed onwards. Happy Halloween, everyone! Have fun reading! xx Virge

INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides

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Twenty-four hours later, it was Halloween night.

Tonight, was the night Patton was going to seal Virgil's fate.

The drive to 613 Rue Morgue was familiar. Of course it was familiar, and yet...it was so unfamiliar at the same time.

He knows where he's going— he's been going there for months— but his emotions have changed greatly.

At first, he was bubbling in excitement. His infatuation with Virgil had clouded most of his judgement. The chocolates he had with him were hand-crafted and tied with love.

Slowly, those drives grew weary-filled and cautious; curiosity fueling him to keep going back.

Now, he feels somber, guilty that he's chosen to end things like this. But he also feels persevering, moral justice guiding him with a firm hand.

His resolve didn't waver as he drives up the cobblestone path and is greeted with the sight of the beautiful manor. Nor does it when he gets out of his car, tugs his coat and scarf closer to his body, grabs the chocolates, and walks up the stairs and to the door.

Patton knocks on it firmly, repeatedly. Not like soft, rhythmic pattern from before.

He waits. Nothing.

He tries again. Still nothing.

He tries a third time. Again, nothing.

Frowning, Patton attempts to open the door and is surprised to realize that it was opened the entire time.

Walking in, he makes his ways to the tea room, and sees Virgil waiting for him. However, he was shocked to see the change in demeanor coming from the widower.

He was sitting at the table, dressed in something completely different from the signature outfit he always seemed to wear. No longer was it a purple turtleneck, but a black button up; the cuffs were undone and the confectioner could see a sliver of his pale chest as the top buttons were undone. And no longer were there leather pants and boots, but tight, black skinny jeans and dress shoes.

Even his makeup was done too: eyes dusted in black eyeshadow, cheeks sharpened with contour, and lips painted in a purplish-black.

Despite was he was going to do to him, Patton couldn't help but see him as strikingly handsome.

Bracing himself, he makes his way over to the table, sitting opposite of the soon-to-be-dead widower. When he sits, he notices Virgil wasn't facing him, but his body was turned so it was facing the wall. An arm was rested on his lap, while the other was on the table.

His eyes appeared to be darker than normal, almost hollow.

Eerie silence surrounded them, the only sounds heard was the ticking of a clock.

It all made Patton nervous.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Virgil cuts him off.

"How long have you known?" was the question he was asked. Patton was surprised by the tone; it wasn't sharp and accusing. It almost seemed...dull and resigned? What was going on?

"W-What?" he responds softly, reeling back a little.

Virgil doesn't sigh, he doesn't glower, he just repeats the question again. "How long have you known?”

Was...Was Virgil being accepting of his possible fate? Does he know what Patton is going to do? None of this makes any sense.

But right now, he can't think about that. All he can do is answer Virgil's question.

"Since the beginning of the month.”

A hum. He rubs his fist together. "I suppose you wanted ask questions?”

Why?, was what he wanted to ask first, but he knew better than to jump the gun. "Your name...isn't really 'Virgil Nyx,' is it?”

A soft snort. That was the first question he asks? "It is," he tells him honestly. "It's not my birth name though. My birth name is Japanese, but I changed it before I went into high school. Virgil after the poet in Dante's Inferno and Nyx after the Greek Goddess of the Night.”

"And that name because…?"

"Wanted something dark and edgy." he shrugged simply.

"You originally worked at a bookstore?”

Virgil stilled, but he didn't tense up. He relaxed. "Yeah. Worked at Antique's Bookstore in the lower part of town," he snorted louder. "Fucking hated that place.”

Patton disagreed. It sounded like a cute little store, but he digresses. He inhales slowly, "Is that where you got the idea of killing people?”

That, was what made Virgil tense. He clenched and unclenched his fist. "My first kill was some fancy white guy I met on the streets when I was 18," he tells him, not exactly answering his question. A slightly angry look came to his face. “Kinda cute, but holy fuck was he a bastard. Kept going on and on about wanting a submissive partner and someone who he could parade around like a trophy.”

Patton scrunched his nose. “And you married him?”

“Yep.” Virgil nodded. “Even if he was an asshole, I realized that I could be taken care of with the money he left behind for me. So, I did what I had to do: be a submissive, decorative arm piece.”

“How did you kill him?”

"Bludgeoned him." he say. "Crowbar. I got what I wanted out of him— money, proper stability— so I didn't need him anymore. So, I grabbed one from his car and started beating him with it. Honestly? It didn't hit me until after I stopped and I saw all that red on the floor. At first I felt so sick to my stomach I wanted to pass out...but I didn't. Something that I've never felt before sparked inside me: the desire to kill. And thus, Virgil Nyx, wealthy serial killer, was born.”

"Is he where you got this manor from?”

"No. This manor came from another husband. One that I killed by pushing him down the stairs while he was having a mopey, drunken fit.”

Patton willed himself to not feel the chill that went through his spine. Maybe Virgil was more heartless than he realized. He sets the box of chocolates on the table; if you weren't none the wiser, you couldn't tell the contents inside were laced.

Virgil eyes them for a moment. A faint twitch of the lips. "Am I suppose to be expecting a trick or a treat?”

A trick masked as a treat. "It's a treat, I promise." he actually tells him.

The widower kept eyeing them for another moment before opening the box. It was the exact same box of 32 that he had the first time he kissed Patton: cherry cordials, chocolate squares, clusters with almonds, squares filled with cinnamon-infused ganache, other truffles infused with ganache, rounds made with coffee, and chocolate hearts.

He took a chocolate square and popped it into his mouth. He hums at the taste; they're still wonderful even after months of eating Patton's sugary treats. "Do you wish to interrogate me still?”

Patton nods. "How did you hide the evidence for Roman's murder?”

"I took the ribbon I used to choke him and threw it away. The ribbon binding his hands later became the one that was wrapped around his neck." He now popped a cherry cordial in his mouth.

“Logan's?"

"Dumped the tea, put the book back in the box and burned it. I also hid whatever arsenic I had in the medicine cabinet so they wouldn't find it during investigation." A square with cinnamon-infused ganache.

"You killed Dorian with a gun. How did you hide the prints?”

"I wore gloves when I killed him." A coffee round.

"And me?" he dared to ask. "How would you have hid evidence for my death?”

Virgil paused. A chuckle, "Probably get rid of the box like you're about to do." A chocolate heart.

Patton paled a little. Did he realized that he poisoned him?

Virgil slowly turned towards the confectioner. "What did you lace these with?" he asked in a surprisingly soft voice.

Silence. “Cyanide."

Virgil chuckled again. "It kills pretty quickly, depending on the dosage." His chuckles slowly cease and he has a sad smile on his face. "I suppose I had it coming to me.”

Patton looked down at his lap. He squeezed his fists together, bunching up some of his sweater.

How was Virgil so accepting about his death? Did he always know it would be coming eventually?

"...Do you regret it?" he asks with a soft whisper. "Killing them?”

His sad smile only grew. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Maybe I do, but only for the fact that I couldn't know what it was like to have an actual life with them.”

"What do you mean? Like if you weren't a murderer?”

"Yeah," Virgil nods. "Maybe the last three of my marriages would've been happy…"

From his chest, he pulls out a hidden necklace. All of his wedding rings.

"Roman was beautiful, gorgeous even." He holds a golden ring that had a ruby gem in center, two smaller amethyst gems decorate the sides. "I was very fond of her singing. It was all over the house, no matter what time of day it was. We also bonded over our love of Disney and I even took him to Disney World for our anniversary before her death. She was more than a diva on the stage, he was a very passionate and romantic person, albeit a little stubborn. I think if I hadn’t killed her, he would’ve been a great husband/wife for me…we would’ve been happy together.”

Then he holds a sleek, silver ring. Very simple like the novelist. “Logan was kinda like a rock for me. Whenever I had bad anxiety, he would instantly calm me down with his grounding words. Sometimes no words were necessary between us, only eye contact and specific gestures. He was a presence that I secretly miss. One of the most intelligent people I knew. Heh, our debates were quite the spectacle let me tell you. He wasn’t the marrying type, I’ll be honest with you…but I think L and I would’ve been great partners, or even friends.”

Finally, he pulls out a bronze-like ring that resembles a snake. “Dorian was very sharp and cunning. He had a tongue that was more scathing than mine, and that is saying a lot. We may have gotten married after six months of being friends-with-benefits, but he had his own unique way of caring. He was quite the reptile lover, adored having snakes around, which was different for me liking spiders.” Patton freaked a little, Virgil payed it no mind. “Even though everyone said it, he truly was my equal in a way…and I think I would’ve been happy with him too.”

Patton listened as Virgil listened the positive qualities of each of his late husbands. “What— What about me…?”

Virgil looked at him. “Hmm?”

“What about me,” he repeats, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and worry. “…Would we have been happy?”

Virgil blinked, then a small smile. He reaches over the table and grabs Patton hand. The confectioner doesn’t have the heart to pull away. “I think we could’ve. I could imagine you baking a whole bunch of sweets for me to try, be it breakfast or dessert. You would be telling me puns to the point where’d I want to put myself in the ground. I can even see you begging me to go to a pet store and buying you a cat or something.”

The sad thing about hearing that? Is that Patton could’ve seen all of that too, and then some. (Even the cat thing despite him being incredibly allergic.)

Patton looked down at their held hands. “…Why?” He finally asks. “Why did you kill them? You said you could’ve been happy with them, but in the end…you ended their lives.”

“Money,” he says. “And I know that sounds so dumb, but it’s true. I wanted more money. That’s why, when I got married, I immediately said for them to put me as the sole inheritor of their fortunes. I was selfish. Selfish and wanting to stay on top. I didn’t want to be lower-class anymore, I became who I am for a reason and I didn’t want that to change.”

At that moment, Virgil started coughing. He coughed loudly, violently. doubling over almost like he was in pain.

Patton’s first reaction was to see if he was okay, but then he remembered.

He did this.

He was the one who wanted to kill Virgil and now he was doing it.

He didn’t have the right to check on him.

So, he just stayed in his seat, watching as the widower started gasping like he was running out of breath; stumble forward a little like he was going to collapse; and hold his head like it was about to split open.

“Are you scared?” the confectioner asked in a strangely calm voice. “Of dying?”

Once the coughing ceased, Virgil weakly looked up at him. Patton could literally see death shining in them.

With the last of his breath, the widower rasps out, “The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”

Then, he collapses forward, body convulsing for about three minutes or less, before he finally stops.

The grandfather clock goes off.

And Virgil Nyx, is no more.

Name: Virgil Nyx December ??, 19?? - October 31, 19?? Cause of Death: Cyanide Poisoning

Patton couldn’t help but stare at Virgil’s lifeless body as it was slumped on the table.

Now he gets what Logan meant about having your husband watch as you seize in front of them without doing anything.

It’s a horrifying thing to watch. And yet…he didn’t feel all that disturbed, which horrifies him the most.

He was in a trance-like state, so much so he didn’t even flinch at the front door slamming open.

“Yodel-Ay-Hee-Hoo!!” Remus. “Patton?! Are you here?! The door was open so I just walked inside without being invited, because I just love doing that!…Patton?!…Seriously, where are you?!”

Remus wanders around the house a bit until he finally finds him in the tea room.

“Ah! There you are! I was wondering about—” he stops when he sees Virgil’s body. “Oh, wow…cool! Can I play with it?!”

Somehow that snapped Patton out of it. “No!” he glared firmly at Remus.

Remus pouted, stomping his foot like a child. “You’re serious such a poopy-head! Let me have fun with the dead body!”

“No, Remus.” Patton sighed. He takes the box of chocolates and leaves for a moment.

When he comes back, lo and behold, Remus was poking at Virgil’s corpse.

“Remus, please.”

“Seriously, Patton?!” Remus huffs out an angry-sounding sigh. “I love shit like this!” He moves closer to Virgil’s pale face, examining it. “How can a corpse have better eyeshadow than me?!” He actually looked sad. “I need to step up my game…”

Patton ignores his mumbling as he replaces the chocolate box with a replica; it was the exact same color and everything, but it didn’t have the logo of Patton’s store.

It was a nice detail for him to not get caught.

A weird feeling started forming in Patton’s stomach. Maybe Virgil rubbed off on him in more ways than one.

“Remus?” The man looks up from looking into the dead widower’s lifeless eyes. “The manor is yours.”

Remus’ mouth opened. Bugs could’ve flied out of it. “Wait. Really?” he asks. “Why?”

“I don’t want anything to do it anymore.” He tells him. “Besides, I figured you may want to have an eerie-filled house like this.” He gives Remus a tiny smile. “Not only that, I’d figured you’d like to see your brother’s room.”

A breath hitch. Emerald green eyes shined with tears. “My brother’s room?” he whispered. The confectioner nodded. “Wh-Where is it?”

“It’s upstairs, down the hall from Virgil’s room. It’s a cherry door with a golden lion doorknob.”

“Heh…he would have something like that.” He gives him a wet smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Patton smiled back. “By the way, are you crying?”

Remus looked appalled. “What? No, I’m not.” He grossly wiped snot onto his arm. “I-I just smelled my oniony breath! That’s all!”

“Sure, Remus. Whatever you say.” Patton smiles. He begins to gather up his things. “So, what’re you gonna do with this place?”

“Hmmm?” Remus spun around. His eyes sharpening like he was actually thinking. “Maybe get rid of all the purple. Purple’s a gross color now. Ooh! I’ll make it a pukey green color! And add more tentacles, this place needs more tentacles.”

“That sounds nice.” It actually didn’t, but he didn’t want to be mean to him. “Good luck with everything, Remus. And…thanks again for your help.”

“You’re welcome, Patton!” Before the confectioner leaves, he asks one more question. “Can I please make a sandcastle out of his ashes?”

“Hmm…nope.”

Remus sighed defeatedly. “I figured I’d try again.”

Patton couldn’t help but laugh. Even if he was gross and slightly disturbing, Roman’s brother was alright.

And that, he walked out of the manor— never to look back— got into his car, and drove home, knowing that Roman, Logan, and Dorian were now resting in peace.

#Sanders Sides #Moxiety #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Remus Sanders #Of Love & Murder #death tw

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im-basically-logan · 5 years

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yelling about “Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts”

under the cut as always, folks.

deadass thought he was virgil for a hot second

oof

this is just a big oof lmao

“the human connection will make me feel like a person again” mood

“that one was supposed to stay up here” ah, Remus is doing his job

oh no

I’m Patton for a hot second

Patton, honey, please. you’re so bad at lying which I guess is fitting but--

why didnt Roman know about Remus fucking w Thomas?? until he got whapped with a mace

“You can’t have a ball without a prince” BRUH hkfvchgkj

he summoned Logan hghfjkh

“FALSEHOOD” yeah virge you were the first to encounter the falsehood how do you forget that....

blinders.....? why.... thats what im wondering

“So sushi” hdfhjghkjh

“I’m going to prohibit your breathing” fgdhkjkj

aaaa talking about something else... repression.... fun.... they’re all good at that huh

tbh the first time watching i thought Roman said “Of course I’m not a dick”

OOOFFFFF first time watching tHAT WAS SHAKING

AND REMUS’ HANDS

IDHDFJCHFJK

TEMPEST TONGUE JGFHFKJDF

REMUS WHY

son of a bitch

it’s the Duke, fun

THE MUSIC BABEYYYYYYYYY

music number babey

ok the opening of the musical bit is weird as fuck

i’m logan to be completely honest

hey, yall can see his pants

oooooof Deceit

so Deceit unlocked Remus kind of. and probably the rest of the Other sides

“Look Mister Duke I’m really stupid right now” MOOD

his voice is fucking funny tbh lmaoo

hey.... Remus’ neck cracked reaaal creepily lmao

here we go guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. Logan giving us the facts!!!

why didn’t they just use a white bear

oh right the ears. thats fun :)

they should’ve just used a white bear instead of a goldfish in a condom

patton bby. trying his best

roman on the floor is such a fuckin mood

“stinky?” kjfhjk

“or a him problem” virgil angst virgil angst virgil angst

ok why did they believe Remus when he said Logan was deceit....?

also i love how Virgil is offended for Roman

“i called logan a whale penis” remus shut the fuck up fghjgkfdhkjd

hfkhgkjf joan would do that. (they flipped off the others w an arm)

remus why are you like this.

“Uh, bitch, what is your deal?”

“If I have a deal then Thomas has a deal”

“Not all thoughts have profound meaning behind them” logan is so proud of virgil for saying that

and honestly thats true. intrusive thoughts are a bitch that you make but they dont mean a thing if you dont go into action about it

“Why do you keep asking that?” god he sounds so distraught

to be entirely honest but I’m logan in this situation

Logan standing up to Remus is so good. (during the little split screen shot. didnt blink an eye)

also there was a subtle nod to how trigger work. good job team

remus what the fuck

he just summoned..... those two actors??

“That’s what repression is?!” oof

“This is not about me wanting to be listened to. You all need to listen to Thomas” yES LOGAN TELL THEM

seeing Remus in semi-regular clothes looked weird as hell

OOFFFFFH when Virgil and Remus said “but what about Jeffery Dommer” (idk how to spell his name)

wouldnt.... wouldnt logan know that thomas is religious?

whatever i guess

hey why does remus blink like that hfgdkjhgfjgfhjk

so glad they’re listening to logan yesss

“I said figuratively. And that is why I say it” YESSS MY BOI!!!!!!

“I love being given two D’s at once” FHDJKFHDSSJK

“ReCoRd ScRAtcH??”

HKJGHJFKDHDJK

patton is being too strict whack

“Am I being cool?”

i love how Logan is just inconvenienced by his teeth being taken out

remus really just ate deodorant

LOGAN JUS TAKES A HOT SEC TO PUT IN HIS TEETH AGaIN LMAO

logan bares his teeth lmao

“how bout you shut up” roman!!!!

logan comes back from being hit in the head what a badass cool dude

Remus looked at Virgil when he said “I dont hide anything from you”

Remus getting... kind of hit by logans logic is great

“Please pay attention”

love how Logan is not fazed by Remus’ scream at all lmao

intrusive thoughts dont mean shit, patton. its okay.

“No don-” yeah I saw that comin

the jumping out of a moving car thing is a mood

i love how Remus’ disturbing bullshit just gets more and more superficial

“Everything is okay.”

“That was amazing, Logan”

my boys....

talk abt gross feelings, babes!

oh fuck a therapist!! i also cross the line there--

Logan is great i love him

Patton self reflecting is so good hghghghgh

Remus being like “What...?” when thomas goes “and as fOR YOU” is a mood

Virgil telling Remus off is so good. “A mild inconvenience...”

“It was just like old times” it seems like Logan and Patton were even annoyed at that

Roman is back babey. poor lad

aww he felt bad for insulting Logan

Logan smiling is so fucking good

“You’re really cool”

LOGAN BEING SHOOK AT BEING COMPLIMENTED HDHHGHGFHKJH

patton i luv u ur doing ur best hghghgh

i love Remus’ theme so much.

roman poor lad uhghgh

Roman dont repress!!!! bitch!!!!!!!

oh the Virgil angst

we all kinda knew it was coming

but the delivery and timing and the music buildup is so good

he pointedly says “the Others” instead of the “Dark Sides” and I like that a lot better than saying the dark sides

virgil really truly looks like he was about to cry. honestly. oof

i’ve dealt w intrusive thoughts and honestly? they will never be You. after a while it’s like the end card. you’re just kinda like “yeah okay, im brushin’ my teeth dude, shush”

remus as a villain is amazing. he’s great lmao. he’s a terrible person but man i love to hate his stupid existence

oh hey gavin

remus just eating some fucking deodorant i cant

if you made it to the bottom, hello!

#ts spoilers #sander sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #lo rambles

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years

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As expected, Dealing with intrusive thoughts is now one of my favorites

Here I come with almost all of my reactions on the episode, even though I tagged the spoiler warnings I put everything under the cut just in case. Enjoy the emotional rollercoaster while I'll probably go and rewatch it again.

Okay kinda expected one or two of the warnings but all of them together what is gonna happen???? (Though they make sense after reading the title)

HELLO FRESH BACK AGAIN

"I'm awesome and I can do this" there goes my boy. *said boy falls flat on the floor* ...come on

I felt that yawn bc I stayed up all night waiting for the video but it dropped at 8 am, I'm an idiot who should've gotten more sleep

"help me" why is he such a mood "everything is going wrong in my life" same but YOU SHOULDN'T SAY THAT LET ME HUG YOU

They're all sinking up so fast god I missed my bois. Also the general awkwardness of Virge and Pat, greeeeat something will go wrong

Virgil just ignoring everything and touching the railing, a mood

ALSO PLEASE LET ROMAN IN THE SITUATION

SECRET SECRETS ARE NO FUN TELL ME NOW OR ELSE WE'RE DONE

wait why does Ro want to be deeply troubled- man are you okay-

LOGAN'S HERE

"your most extreme reaction is an eyebrow raise" "FALSEHOOD" "I stand corrected" omfg

"what are you ta- what are you talking- what are you talking about?" I loved that whole take it made me feel complete

"Look I barely got any sleep" this can apply to a lot of us and I love just how we're all always like "TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF" but in the end this is where we all end up anyway

Okay I'm very curious about these troubling thoughts though

"so sushi" FUCCC I DIED RIGHT THERE

"Don't act like that was an accident" "everybody, Virgil. Let's give it up for the Purp Man" these speak for themselves. Also the purp man is my new fav nickname and I'm gonna use it.

4:17 Patton is adorable bye

"if you continue to push this we're going to end up in really dangerous territory" AND THAT'S WHERE THE TENSION STARTED TO BUILD UP

great flick

"am I delirious or is this the funniest video I've ever made" I felt that

YOU HIGH-JOCKED

okay but when Thomas starts disassociating I also feel really weird like as if there was something blocking my own hearing for real?? And not just the audio edited like that?? Maybe I'm just too tired

WHAT WHO WHHH first intrusive thought making its way what is gonna happen

OH MY GOD ROMAN WATCH OUT ALSO THAT'S DEFINITELY A NEW DARK SIDE OR SMTH LIKE THAT

W HO THE FUCKLKDSL IS THAT A MOUSTACHE IS THAT GLITTER WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HE WEARING WHAT IS HE DOING THERE PLEASE- okay but he looks crazy af I like that

"-evIL" "-SHOW UP"

First time I watched the scene where Ro gets knocked out I literally just screamed "ROMAN" in a high pitched sound I was shook wtf my bOY

Patton and Thomas's yells in unison plus "YOU KILLED HIM" I just I JUST

"Ah, he's the Duke" "....... boo" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay but his voice is so on point with his character portrayal he's so weird it's awesome?

SONG SONG SONG and oh goodness the visuals I can't fathom how much editing work must have gone through this, they're all so talented.

"aunt patty naked" A G AI N??

"IM GONNA WHIP YOUR BUTT"

a snaKE IT'S DECEIT oh my these silouhettes are so great this is my favorite scene

this is gonna be stuck in my head all day

THE COOL MIRROR EDIT.

god i hate him so much already but i'm super intrigued he's so chaotic the whole team made a wonderful job i'll never stop saying this

"i'm really stupid right now" just how much out of context relatable content are we going to get on this fine day?

omg the dark version of creativity, which can be associated with intrusive thoughts, that's very clever

THE JUICY STUFF DANCE

"Repression can be very bad indeed" I mean he's right tbh it leads to never solving the problem at all

GO LOGAN GO HAVE YOUR TIME TO SHINE FINALLY i missed him

"i can't hear youuuuuu" much like "I don't understand what you're saying I don't know anything about words" THE DARK SIDES ARE ALL SASSY LITTLE BITCHES

pattonnnn did a real good job

THE BRAVE HANDSOME UNBEATABLE ROMAN and mashed potatoes

"scary" and Virgil just gives Thomas a look idk I live on the little details (Im ten minutes into the vid and look how long this post already is)

GEE Remus (already using his name bc it's shorter) looking so offended at the label and then pointing out it should be a Virgil problem whAT DOES THIS MEAN IM SHAKING

WHY WOULD HE BE DECEIT AGAIN IM DYING. "Idk if you guys can tell but I'm a little silly"

"then why are you lying" no everybody I don't need angst

THE BLACK AND THE WHITE THEORY I SAW GOING AROUND good job to whoever thought of that

JOAN

the forbidden dance

INTO A BUTTHOLE WHAT IS IT WITH HIM AND BUTTHOLES

there u go thomas said it too

haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate FHDSLAKLFD

irresponsible parenting, Logan completing the parental unit of the sides

"maybe there's hope for you after all!" me looking at all my wips

REMUS' LAUGH IS PERFECT. also "BITCH WHAT IS *YOUR* DEAL"

"you've never been one to soften the truth" OH BOI HERE WE GO

"do we have some case of brain swap???" I legitly said "maybe" in unison with Patton the first time

Vee pls stop putting Thommy boy down he's having a bad time

Logan trying to put some sense into the situation is my only spark of hope for this to turn back good

REMUS IS SO DRAMATIC

That lick was ....... let's pretend it never happened

"you know who can help us with that???" DECEIT'S SONG COMING UP that was great, imagine the chaos that the duo would create

"THATS WHAT REPRESSION IS?"

gasp Remus trying to make Virgil angry at Logan shall not stand DON'T PUT THEM AGAINST ONE ANOTHER HE'S JUST TRYING TO HELP

"you all are not listening to Thomas" this is the development I needed

"you're just para-" and he cuts himself. You all know what I'm talking about. Foreshadowing probably? This happened too back then when Roman was almost calling him the same. And then Virge looks so hurt I- "thank you for being on guard" that made me want to cry idk

the whole speech Logan gave? Pure gold. That was perfect.

HE SAID FIGURATIVELY *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

"UH RECORD SCRATCH?"

"does this make me cool?" djslagrkglhf also the teeth thing right after what the

... the deodorant eating ...

DUKEY

The first time I watched I thought his name was spelled Remis that's how dumb my Italian ass is

Still I love his name bc I'm a nerd for ancient culture, ESPECIALLY Roman (and ancient Greek but it isn't mentioned here) and I love the little thing they did with both Creativity names, super clever and very much liked on my part.

"I would never hide anything from you" and he looks at Virgil JUST ALL THIS FORESHADOWING

LOGAN SHOWING HIS TEETH BACK UP

"how about you shut up" Roman what the hecc man

THAT THING INTO LOGANS HEAD UNSETTLED ME A BIT

what are they doing to him today let him rest

double blow

"can we logic our way out of that?" everybody nodding was so pure

"shit"

THAT FUCKING JUMPSCARE I'M SORRY WHAT THE FU

"not all thoughts are meaningful"

He's go- no he's back again

THE CALLBACK MENTION AND PATTONS REACTION... probable foreshadowing to what Joan said about there being a part two of SvS?

"When are you actually gonna jump out of a moving car I've been bringing it up for years" so it's not just me..?

"it is okay if the thought happens to cross your mind"

"everything is okay" I'm going to cry I needed that

I love how Logan touches the topic that there is no problem in seeking help from therapists. There's a lot to say on this, but I was really glad that was pointed out since the are a lot of stereotypes on the matter

why did Virgil look like he was about to cry

Patton I love you

Thomas going to rest is what everyone wanted to see

Virgil confronting Remus I'm living you're doing amazing sweetie

"you tickle me emo"

"it was just like old times" then Pat and Lo's looks in this essay I will

ROMAAAAN

VIRGILS SMILE

"YOU'RE ALIVE"

"I LOVE YOU" ME TOO!! ME TOO ME TOO

"are you good?" "are you hurt at all?" I love when the sides look out for each other

"I'm sorry Logan" right through the heart. Another development.

I need y'all to look at Virgil in this exact second because. he.

that's my point.

All those smiles while Logan's talking are making me alive

"No seriously, you're ... really ... cool" I started tearing up right here. Twice. And then Logan sinks down cause he's not at all used to this and he's feeling t h i n g s please keep on being appreciated you deserve it

Also Patton always learning from his mistakes and understanding them when he does something wrong or he thinks in the wrong direction, that's something I think a lot of people need to learn, including myself. Like, it's okay to be wrong and make mistakes, just do your best to make sure you're improving yourself afterwards, instead of dwelling on it too much

"I don't like him" makes two of us

"Soooo you have a brother?" oh boy

The m i r r o r it's making me cry

"He's gone now and he's never coming back!" "I don't think that's-" "BYEE" what was all that talk about repression for if you contiNUE TO DO THIS ROMAN please I beg of you let us hELP YOU he's making me die inside

Oh boi the big moment. I already expected a bomb to drop since Virgil was the last one remaining.

"You okay buddy?" "Huh?" op somehow was already found crying

"I'm a little disappointed in myself" istg all that foreshadowing mixed with me wanting to hug him

The music picking up tension, this is poetic cinema let me tell you

I noticed how he calls them "the others", all these tiny details is what I'm living for

"I should know better" I couldn't beLIEVE IT, also how he seemed to be so frustrated made something inside me break

the pause and then "Because I was one of them", the music stops for a second, a little second in which you can hear my distant screaming "GOSH HE SAID IT IT WAS TRUE"

Thomas is speechless and just stares at him while the music picks up again and then Virgil's sigh and expression sinking down like "there you have it. that's the truth. and you can't do anything about it" he looks so defeated I'm breaking down.

Did I already mention poetic cinema? I just love angst and this scene was perfect

First time watching I, too, barely understood anything I was listening to in the last parte because all of that was really a lot to take in.

"Those thoughts that you may have thought do not define you"

"[the thought] may simply be that we are really okay"

"Go to bed!" me

no im not in the mood for food because for some unfathomable reason I had anxiety before the video dropped yay me

WHY ARE U DRINKING RED WINE WITH THAT DISH

GAVIN BEST BOY EVER

and last but not least: are you fucking serious Remus

THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BUTT FANDFKJL

I didn't expect this topic at all and I am so glad it was talked about, thankfully my intrusive thoughts do not bother me as much as I realized other people's do. And I never saw anyone talking about this before, which is why it makes this video so important. I saw a tweet recently about someone saying that it is okay if you think about weird things, the important is that you never act on them, that's what makes you a good person. But I think this video really explains it far better and I never realized how common something like this was? So yeah another time in which I've been educated and couldn't be happier about it. These people really are bringing light to the world gah I LOVE THEM.

oKAY guess I'm done this was a wild ride and yeah I tend to point out EVERYTHING, so here you have it, as I already mentioned if you feel the need to geek out too, I'm here for ANYBODY! (pls I have no friends)

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bad-decisions-at-2am · 5 years

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Prompt: “Do you think they can hear us?” “Yes we can”

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairing: Anxceit

Rating: T (Cursing, makeouts, various implied kinks)

Notes: This has the tone of enemies as lovers so the boys are antagonistic to each other, so if that’s not your tea maybe skip this. This is also more of a drabble than anything else.

He knows better. He really genuinely does. But the way Deceit tugs off his gloves between his teeth so he can take the ink stained pen off Logan’s hands and murmurs that everything is fine makes something hot race over his skin.

“Not that this isn’t the pinnacle of productive,” the lie slips out, over exaggerated, but the way Deceit takes Logan’s hand in his own and wipes away the black staining his skin is gentle and sincere. “But perhaps you and Roman could come up with a better solution for Thomas’ schedule.”

And for some reason Logan takes a deep breath and Virgil can feel the discordant emotions in him settle on the exhale. It sets his teeth on edge but no one seems to notice. “As much as I loathe to admit it, you’re right. We’re going to have to get more creative if we’re going to make time for all these engagements.” If he didn’t know Logan so well he probably wouldn’t be able to place the expression on his face as ‘sheepish’, but he can see it in the purse of his his lips as he glances over at Roman. For his part the normally boisterous facet has been quiet since Logan’s pen snapped between his fingers. “I’m sorry for my outburst Roman. Perhaps we can find a better solution if we work together.”

Roman seems to shake himself slightly before nodding. “Of course poindexter! We’ll figure it out, we always do.”

Deceit pats Roman on the shoulder as he moves past him, careful not to smudge ink on his clothes. “I’ll go get something to clean this up.” As he heads towards the door his eyes catch Virgil’s and he winks. Oh, rage, that’s what the heat crawling across his skin is.

“I’ll help.” Virgil mutters before any of the other’s notice that his powers are starting to pulse over his skin. No need to make them all anxious again after things had just settled down.

Logan and Roman hardly acknowledge them but Patton seems to consider him for a moment before giving him an encouraging smile. Virgil’s fairly sure the other would be giving him that look if he knew why he was following Deceit.

And follow him he does. Out of the study, it’s new, hell, the entire house is new. A whole construct in the mindscape that connects their rooms with hallways and common spaces and Virgil’s pretty sure that it’s a symbol of how much they’ve all grown and how much more closely they’re able to work with one another now. And he wants to be happy about that, he really, really does. But if he has to watch Deceit flirt with any of the others whenever he spots them in a common area he might just have to take a sledgehammer to the walls himself.

“Now now Virge, I can feel the adrenaline pouring off of you. Be careful or you’re going to kickstart a panic attack.” Deceit purrs as he stops a little ways down the hall.

“Shut up.” Not his smoothest comeback, but damn it he’s right. If he gets too frustrated Thomas is going to feel it and he doesn’t know what he’ll say. Deceit cocks a brow at him before taking one measured step towards him. Virgil straightens up and stands his ground. “What was all of that?”

“All of what?”

“Don’t be obtuse. You know what. Logan was anxious. That means it was my job to step in and help him.” Why did Deceit move before he even got the chance? Why did he take off his gloves, why did he touch him?

Deceit circles him, it’s not an uncommon occurrence, but Virgil isn’t really in the mood for it. “Your job, sure, but are you really any good at it?”

The hall light shatters and casts them in shadows. Virgil stands stock still, caught under their pull, soaked in doubt and fear, anger bubbling up black behind them. In the low light he sees Deceit flinch, shoot a worried glance between the ceiling and him, before he twists his expression into a scowl.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re so worried about taking care of the others and even just one off-hand comment can reduce you to this.”

He feels his body move before he gives it permission, feels his hands press against Deceit’s shoulders and push him until his back hits the wall. His fingers tangle in the fabric of the other’s collar and for a second he wants to wrap a hand around his throat and let fear sink so deeply into Deceit’s scales that he’ll be reduced to a quivering puddle on the floor. But then he realizes the other facet’s mouth is open, forked tongue peaking out from behind his teeth lightning fast to smell the air.

“Oh.”

Heat flares down Virgil’s neck.

“Oh, Virgil.” And there’s something soft in the words.

“Shut up.” But his hands are shaking, his shoulders, and the shadows aren’t angrily licking at his skin anymore, sinking into a writhing pool at his feet, twitching in reflection of his own nerves.

Deceit’s ungloved hand wraps around the back of his neck and Virgil wants to resist, but he lets himself relax into the touch, lets Deceit guide his head to rest against his shoulder. They don’t say anything for a long moment until the last of his anger leaves him in a rushed exhale.

“I need you to let me do my job.” He finally says.

“I need you to take better care of yourself first.” Deceit’s lips brush against the top of his head as he speaks. “But I won’t interfere again unless it looks like you’re in over your head.” And it sounds like the truth. Maybe it even is. “Now, getting you jealous on the other hand, I make no promises about.”

“Fuck off, I was not jealous.”

Deceit uses the hand on his neck to force him to look up. “Of course you weren’t. You also totally didn’t follow me out here to stake your claim.” He purrs.

“I hate you.” He doesn’t know if he means it or not. Deceit will.

“I know,” the acknowledgment does nothing to clarify his feelings before Deceit’s mouth is slanting itself over his. Virgil presses back, feeling whe whisper of fangs over his skin before he opens his mouth to let the unusually shaped, but oh so familiar tongue, inside. He feels the hands drop to his hips and hold on tightly as Deceit pushes away from the wall, walks Virgil to the one on the other side of the hall.

Virgil can feel the shadows of fear and doubt melt away. Because he’s scared and unsure of a lot of things, but this, this he knows what to do with. He knocks away the other’s ridiculous hat and lets his fingers curl into Deceit’s hair. He gives it a hard tug, swallows the hiss that escapes the other facet in return. He manages a soft gasp as Deceit’s lips move from his, nip across his jaw, and along his neck. Sharp hollow fangs glide over his skin and leave stinging tracks in their wake, a threat, a promise. That if things get to be too much Deceit will fill his veins up with truth venom and let him fall apart completely before he helps put him back together again. Virgil shudders against him with the need to be closer.

“C’mon,” He mutters, pulls Deceit closer, gasps softly as his bare fingers slip under his hoodie and shirt to press crescent moons into the skin of his hips.

“What?”

“Don’t be a dick.” He catches Deceit’s lip between his teeth, bites hard enough he knows it hurts more than anything else. But it gets Deceit to press him hard against the wall, to press the full line of his body against his front and Virgil chokes out a soft groan.

“Virgil,” and he doesn’t like that tone of voice. It does not promise wonderful, naked skin, rough things. He cuts the other facet off with a searing kiss. Tires to lick the doubts right out of the other’s mouth. But then there’s a hand around his throat, much gentler than he wants it, and pushing him back until his head meets the wall with a soft thump. Deceit leans in his lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “The other’s are right down the hall.”

“Shit,” it’s like dumping a bucket of ice water over him. It’s not like the lightbulb breaking or their argument had been quiet. And if that had gotten their attention then-- “Do you think they can hear us?”

“Yes, we can.” The words come in Logan’s clipped tone, spoken loudly and clearly from beyond the study’s door.

Virgil feels his face heat and the soft huff of Deceit’s laughter against the shell of his ear. “Shut up, asshole.”

“Ahem, if you two have… other things to do…” Virgil can physically feel Romans mortification at his own phrasing, “w-we’ve got things handled in here!” He finishes weakly.

He’s debating if it’s worth the embarrassment of going and facing them or if he’d be better off sulking in his room for a few days until he thinks he could look them in the eyes, but Deceit calls back. “We’ll be in my room if you need us.”

“Be safe and have fun you two!” Patton calls back brightly.

Maybe he should go ask Roman to borrow his sword. He could use it to slit his own throat. Or maybe he’ll slit Deceit’s first. “I hate you.”

“I know.”

Taking pairings from this list

#anxceit #fic #requests #sanders side fic #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #lime #citrus scale

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iamfruitie · 6 years

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ok but imagine: Bing and Google just beginning to get along with each other, and one day Bing ends up masturbating while moaning Google's name, and Google, who is just outside of Bing's bedroom door about to go in, hears a particularly loud "Google!~" and walks in on the scene (and also may or may not end up joining in)

Unexpected

Bing was laying back on his bed, one hand on his stomach and the other on his chest. His brain was beginning to wonder and it was going to places he was not expecting it to go.

Google.

Specifically:

Shirtless Google.

Bing had been leaving the kitchen after getting himself a late night snack and Google had stepped out of his room shirtless and for some reason, Bing could not get that image out of his mind.

Google had greeted him with a small smile and continued on.

That smile.

That smile made Bing’s face go red and he ran back to his room and now here he was, sporting a major hard-on because of Google.

They had just started to actually get along. They were finally becoming something close to friends. Bing was now terrified of ruining that because of his damn dick.

“Fuck it., Bing muttered to himself, the tightness in his pants getting to be too much for him. He groaned low in his throat as he slipped his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock and the cool air on it making a slight shiver go down his back. Bing quickly kicked off his pants and boxers and let the other hand go up his shirt, his stomach now exposed as well. A little moan made its way through Bing’s lips when he wrapped his hands around his cock and slowly started to stroke it. Bing’s mind started to go back to that place and he let it happen, he let himself get lost in a little fantasy. “Googs~” He moaned, hand moving faster at that name while the other found one of his nipples. He could feel his face warming up and he decided to say the name again. “Google.” Bing said softly, his hips bucking. “Google!” He said louder.

“Yes?” Bing thought for a quick second that he had just imagined that, but a quick glance over at the door told him differently.

“Shit!” Bing cursed and curled up a little, trying to cover himself as best as he could. “Googs, I’m sorry let me-”

“There’s no need to stop.” Google chuckled, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

“W-What?” Bing asked, voice raising in pitch.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Google walked over to Bing’s desk, turning the chair around and sitting. “Please, continue.”

“I…” Bing’s face was bright red and burning. Google just gave him a little smirk.

“Go ahead.” Google said. “Unless you need me to instruct you?” Bing felt himself swallow and for some reason he nodded his head unable to really think on his own at the moment and Google’s chuckle went down Bing’s back. “Relax, move you hand slowly, take your time.” Google said, his voice soft and low and Bing found himself obeying, figuring that if it was just his brain making this seem real, then he might as well enjoy it. “Have you ever fingered yourself, Bing?” Google asked and Bing just nodded again. “Words, Bing.”

“Y-Yes.” Bing answered, voice coming out weak.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.” Bing heard Google take in a sharp breath.

“Not what I was expecting, but I’m willing to go with it.” Bing turned his head and saw that there was a slight flush on Google’s face and he was adjusting himself on the chair. “Now, take you other hand and move it down, we both know we self-lubricate, so don’t be scared to go ahead and push a finger in all the way.” Google continued and Bing, once again, obeyed, squirming a little. “Get a second in there as soon as you’re ready.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Bing said, voice shaking a little and seeing that Google had to adjust himself again. “Fuck~” He groaned as he went ahead and pushed in a second finger, the little bit of a burning feeling was easy to ignore as his other hand kept stroking, shaking in want to go faster.

“Pump those fingers into yourself and move your other hand a little faster, I want to hear you.” Google was tapping his fingers against the armrest and his leg was bouncing.

“Googs~” Bing moaned, still looking at Google as his hips started to rock against his own fingers. “Googs, please. Please, sir, please.”

“Tell me what you want.” Google said.

“T-Touch me, touch me please.” Bing pleaded. Google stood up and walked over to the bed. “Pl-Please, sir, please.” Bing whined when Google grabbed his wrist, making him stop moving his fingers inside of him, but he kept the other one going.

“You look so precious like this.” Google purred, taking Bing’s hand away and replacing it with his own.

“Sir~” Bing moaned and then Google’s fingers curled up. “Google!”

“There you go, let it all out.” Google started to thrust his hand. “You voice sounds so lovely saying my name.” Google used his free hand to lift Bing’s shirt up higher, bending his head down to give his nipple a quick lick. Bing gasped out and his hips started to go again, moving on their own accord.

“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bing cursed loudly, hand gripping harshly at the sheets. “I’m-I’m gonna…” Google bit down on his nipple. “Googs!” Bing cried out when he came. Bing panted as he rode out his high, still expecting Google to fade away even though he knew this was real, this was actually happening. “I…I don’t-I don’t get it.” Bing said between breaths.

“What don’t you get?” Google asked, climbing up on the bed and kneeling between Bing’s legs.

“You just stopped calling me ‘default’ a month ago and now we’re…” Bing wasn’t really sure how to word what just happened.

“Do you know that stereotype about how boys will pull on girls hair because they like them?” Google asked. “Let’s just say I didn’t realize that actually didn’t work till as of late.” Google admitted, gently rubbing Bing’s upper legs.

“Wait, that means you like me?” Bing asked, face flushing again.

“For a long time. Now, may we continue or do you have more you wish to discuss?”

“Please continue, dude.” Bing said, watching as Google crawled up his body.

“Dude?” Google asked with a raised brow.

“Please, sir.” Bing said with a little smirk, telling Google he had caught on and before Bing could say anything else, he was silenced with a kiss.

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#anon #bingle #robo babes

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in-the-grip-of-depression · 6 years

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In The Grip Of Depression Chapter 20: Bad Memory

Chapter 1|Previous Chapter|Next Chapter Trigger Warnings: vomiting, violence, mentions of blood, torture, manipulation

Thomas sat in his living room with his laptop, looking through different plays and musicals with a much more cheerful mood than he'd had for a while.

He'd been sitting there for hours and had completely forgotten about his phone which was still up in his bedroom.

His phone, which had been going off for an hour, finally fell silent where it sat next to a small bottle of pills on Thomas's bedside table.

Thomas continued browsing and no one appeared to remind him of the alarm he'd set so he remained that way for the rest of the day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Romans eyes fluttered open and he pushed himself up off the floor with a groan. He was still in his bedroom where he'd collapsed after puking but he had no idea how long he'd been unconscious.

He sat on his bed and ran a hand down his face, trying to remember what exactly had happened. He smiled at the memory of Virgil but pushed that away to focus on why he'd felt so tired and dizzy.

He'd only ever felt like that a few times and that was usually after a long strenuous session in the imagination forest where he liked to create weird hybrid animals and things.

His face went pale as he remembered that Virgil and Preston were in part of the imagination forest which meant one of them must have created something complex enough to drain him. He knew it wasn't Virgil so that just left Preston.

He went to open his door, ready to warn Virgil, but his door seemed to have merged with the wall. It was completely sealed shut and he was stuck inside. He hit the place where his door should have been but made contact with hard stone.

He tried to teleport but it didn't work so he instead tried to sink down only to find he couldn't do that either. Panic started to set in slightly as he realised how bad this was. He knew Preston had created something but couldn't warn anyone.

He suddenly remembered his phone and quickly pulled it out. He dialled Virgils number and waited, forcing himself to remain calm.

"hello?" said a croaky voice and Roman felt his heart ache at hearing Virgils voice like that.

"Virgil, it's me. I have a real big issue and I needed to warn you..." Roman started but was cut off.

"Have you calmed down now?" Virgil asked in a shaky voice.

Roman frowned in confusion "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You... You were so angry and loud and you... You left me." Virgil said, his voice breaking on the second to last word.

Roman was instantly alarmed. "When was this?" he asked, trying to hide his panic.

"about an hour and a half ago." Virgil said. "Why are you asking me? You were there."

Roman made a noise of distress "That wasn't me Virgil. I got really dizzy as I was walking past my room and ended up puking then passing out on the floor. I only woke up five minutes ago and my doors completely gone. I can't get out of my room. I don't know who you thought you were talking to but it wasn't me. You've got to believe me."

There was a moments pause and then "Oh my fucking god."

"What? What happened?" Roman asked desperately.

"I... Don't worry. I'm not sure why you called me because I can't exactly help."

"Wait! Virgil." Roman exclaimed.

Virgil sighed "What?"

"I... I... Lo.."

"Oh shit! I have to go, bye." Virgil rushed out, cutting off Romans words and then hanging up, leaving Roman staring at the phone with tears running down his face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Logan opened his eyes and glanced around, taking note of Patton slumped in the chair by the bed and silently slipped out of the bed.

He crept towards the door and opened it, making his way to his own room.

The nightmare he'd had reminded him of a certain box of things he still had. He carefully opened his wardrobe and shifted a bunch of stuff until he caught sight of a wooden box.

He pulled it out with shaking hands and gently prised it open to reveal the paper inside. He shuddered and hesitated, not sure if he could bring himself to go through this box again.

Eventually he plucked up the courage to do so and pulled out a couple pages.

These were all the memories he'd ripped out of the others memory books. He'd never actually been able to destroy them and he was debating whether or not to try and put them back.

The sudden gain of these memories would probably cause the others to turn on him but he needed them to know exactly what had happened or he'd never be able to look them in the eye.

His eyes flicked over the page in his hands and shuddered as he remembered what had happened.

*flashback*

Logan was walking down a corridor when suddenly Roman appeared out of nowhere.

"What did you do?" he demanded angrily.

Logan stopped and tried to rack his brain to figure out what Roman was referring to.

"I know you and that other trait are up to something and I'm pretty sure I found out what but my memory of the last few hours is completely blank. You must have done something." Roman was right in Logans face now.

"I.. I have no idea what you're talking about." Logan spluttered out and Roman growled and shoved him into a wall.

"sure you fucking don't! Tell me what you did to me or I swear I'll...."

"ah ah ah, not so fast Princey boy." a familiar voice said cutting off Romans threat.

Logan and Roman turned their heads to see Preston leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, casually smoking as if he hadn't a care in the world.

Preston pushed himself away from the wall and approached Roman with a mocking smile "I'm afraid I can't let you harm Logan, he's mine and you have no right to have your hands on him"

Logan flinched as Prestons arm shot out and pulled Roman away from him.

"let me go!" Roman shouted but Preston let out a cruel laugh. "I don't think I will, you have quite the set of lungs on you and I love listening to a good scream."

Logan closed his eyes as Roman suddenly let out a small gasp of pain which turned into a loud scream, he didn't need to look to know Preston had pulled out one of his knives.

Logan only opened his eyes when Preston had done and all he could hear was the pained sobs from Roman.

There was blood all over the place and Logans stomach churned as he looked at the nasty slashes Preston had inflicted on Roman.

"Aw Logan what's wrong? You look like you're going to be sick. Come here, I'll make it all better." Preston said in a convincingly concerned sounding voice.

Logan was pulled into a hug which meant he also became covered in blood. "Red is definitely your colour. How about you clean up this little situation and I'll meet you back in your room to continue what we did yesterday." Preston purred this in Logans ear and placed a demanding kiss on his lips before sauntering away with a smug smirk.

Logan approached Roman, shaking and trying to stay strong. He placed a hand on one of his wounds and healed it, silent tears slipping down his face the whole time.

"W.... Why?" Roman gasped out and Logan closed his eyes as he responded "I'm sorry."

Romans betrayed expression was plastered to the inside of his eyelids as he healed all the wounds but he managed to stay focused. Roman had passed out from blood loss so it was easier to clean up the blood and meant he was able to sneak to the memory library so he could rip out what had just happened.

*flashback end*

Logans hands shook so much he could barely hold the paper in his hands. He quickly put it down but his hand brushed against something else in the box and he gagged.

Slightly hidden amongst the paper was a set of photographs that Logan didn't even know why he'd kept them.

He pushed the box away, trying to control the urge to puke that had hit him when he'd noticed the photos.

A morbid curiosity came over him after a while and his hand inched back into the box and pulled out the collection of photos.

He took a deep breath and looked at the first one, just about stopping himself from puking as he saw his own bloodied up body. He knew why he'd kept these now. He'd kept them because Preston had demanded him too.

Every single one of the pictures were taken by Preston and nearly all of them were of Logan after a particularly bloody punishment and there was even one which had to have been taken while Preston had been torturing him during sex.

Logan immediately flipped that one over so he didn't have to look at it and glanced at the last photo. He frowned in confusion as it wasn't of him. It was a random photo of the mindspace and he could just make out a blurry figure that was just enough out of focus that he couldn't recognise them.

He pried his eyes away from the photo and put his head in his hands. Going through all this had definitely brought up some painful memories but he was adamant about restoring them for the others so they could know the true extent of what happened last time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Virgil dropped his phone, his eyes locked onto his arm in terror.

His skin had always been unhealthily pale but now it looked grey and seemed to be flaking like he had some sort of skin disease.

He'd noticed it while on the phone to Roman and had actually seen the greyness spread from his upper arm down to his elbow which is what had made him hang up on Roman so abruptly.

He couldn't even remember what Roman had been saying, he was too focused on what was happening to his arm.

It was the same arm that had felt sore, like it had been friction burned and he was freaking out.

"That doesn't look good." a voice said and Virgil spun around to face the barrier, his energy going wild as he panicked.

"Roman? What?" Virgil said in confusion as he saw Roman standing in front of the barrier and sent a glance back at where his phone lay in the dirt.

"ah I'm guessing you're wondering why I'm here when you just got off the phone with me." Roman said with a small smile.

Virgils head felt fuzzy as he tried to remember what exactly Roman had said via the phone. He knew it was important but the more he tried to remember the more he forgot.

"I thought you said something about feeling sick?" Virgil said, making it more of a question as he was unsure if that was what had been said.

"Yes, I did. I said that the way I reacted earlier made me feel sick and I was going to apologise but you hung up before I could so I decided to come apologise in person." Roman explained.

Virgil frowned, he was convinced that wasn't what happened but he couldn't even remember what had been said so maybe he was just being paranoid.

"What's up with your arm?" Roman suddenly asked and Virgil cringed.

The greyness wasn't too bad, a little off putting but Virgil could deal with it. The worst part was the flakiness, it was like pastry and it made Virgil feel nauseous at the sight of it.

"I don't know. I think it might be a side effect of the tablets." Virgil said, too focused on his arm that he missed the way Romans eyes seemed to flash a different colour briefly.

"If that's happening to you do you think it's happening to Preston?" Roman asked.

Virgil frowned again as he both considered that and wondered why Roman was suddenly referring to Preston by his name again.

"Depression crawled away at some point while we were distracted and I haven't seen him since so maybe. It's actually concerning that we haven't seen a sign of him." Virgil said, looking over at the treeline as if he expected to see Preston pop out from behind a tree.

"Yeah, that's really worrying." Roman responded, his eyes also flicking over the treeline.

"Maybe I should go see if he's up to something, him having all this time alone to scheme is definitely not good." Virgil said, taking a step towards the trees.

Roman immediately shouted "No don't! I don't want you getting hurt. What if this is his plan? He could be hiding in the trees waiting for you to go looking for him and then he could ambush you."

Virgil jumped at the sudden rise in volume and his energy instinctively attacked the barrier like it had when Patton made him jump.

This time when the energy hit the barrier it made a strange creaking noise and the barrier flexed slightly.

Roman took a few steps back, his eyes wide as they focused on Virgil who looked absolutely terrified.

"What was that?" Roman asked, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Virgil was speechless as he stepped closer to the barrier and ran a hand across it. The barriers reaction had spooked him.

"I think somethings wrong with the barrier." Virgil eventually muttered.

"Or maybe your energy is getting stronger." Roman commented in an odd voice.

Virgils panic spiked at the thought of his energy being stronger which resulted in his energy going crazy.

"Virge what are you doing?" Roman asked as the energy started causing several trees to shake.

Virgil noticed and tried his hardest to stop it but he couldn't, his energy seemed to have a mind of its own.

One of the trees was suddenly uprooted and sent spiralling into the barrier.

Romans face flickered slightly as a grin tried to twist its way onto his lips.

Virgil was now on the floor gasping for breath as he started having a panic attack so he didn't even notice that 'Roman' was acting out of character.

The black energy was leaving scorch marks and scratches along the ground as it ravaged the area. The barrier was warping and bending everytime it collided with it.

'Roman' kicked at the barrier and smirked as it creaked like before and the tiniest of fractures appeared.

Virgil raised his head and was horrified as Romans face melted away to reveal mismatched eyes and one side of his face covered in snake scales.

"Deceit!" he gasped out before collapsing, his lungs feeling like they were on fire as he struggled to breathe.

Deceit chuckled "Who else did you expect? It's funny that the others never made the connection between me and Preston. Did they honestly think it could be any of the others? Please, those incompetent fools haven't got the brains."

Virgil lay on the floor unable to respond as he fought to breathe properly.

"Logan is one tough guy, I'm shocked he's not more messed up. The number of times Preston came to see me covered in Logans blood... Phew it was a nightmare getting it out of the carpet let me tell you." Deceit said reminiscing about old times.

Virgils energy was still attacking the barrier and Deceit smirked as he produced a cane that matched his outfit.

"You might want to cover your head, things are about to get messy." Deceit said to Virgil and swung his cane as hard as he could at the barrier.

A large crack began to zigzag its way up the barrier and time seemed to freeze for a second before the entire barrier shattered like glass.

Virgil let out a scream as he was showered with shards of the barrier and Deceit let out a raucous laugh.

His part of the deal was done, now it was time for Preston to hold up his end.

#In The Grip Of Depression #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #virgil angst #roman angst #logan angst #patton angst #thomas angst #deceit sanders #tw mentions of blood #tw vomiting #tw violence #tw torture #tw manipulation

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lilfellasblog · 5 years

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The Only One

Summary: Virgil has a secret that the Light Sides and Thomas are completely unaware of, but the Dark Sides unfortunately aren't. The Dark Sides are spending more and more time in the main area of the Mindscape now that Thomas and the Light Sides are trying to accept them as part of the famILY. What does this mean for Virgil?

From a Tumblr ask! :D

Link to AO3

TW: Blood, unsympathetic Deceit, minor violence, minor injuries, forced undressing, hurt/ comfort, angst with a happy ending, negative thinking, bullying, harassment, gender dysphoria, trans male character, misgendering, knives, no deadnaming but that doesn’t mean they don’t try.

“Kiddo! Dinner’s ready!”

Virgil swallowed, trying to get past the lump in his throat. “Sorry Pat, I’m not feeling well,” he called back, voice gravelly.

Patton spoke more softly this time. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry to hear that! Do you want me to bring you some soup or water?”

Despite his trauma, he smiled through his tears. He’s too good for me. “No thanks Pat, I think I just want to sleep right now.”

“Okay! Let me know if there’s anything I can do!”

“Will do.”

Virgil heard Patton move away from the door, and he sighed.

I should probably clean up the wounds. Don’t want them to get infected.

/////

He was shuffling into the kitchen when he froze. Deceit is here, why is he here, why is he here, why is he-

“How are you feeling kiddo?” Patton asked.

Virgil shrugged keeping eye contact with him and resolutely avoiding the other Dark Side. “Fine. Better.”

“Yes, Virgil, it’s so important to get to know each other better, don’t you think?” Deceit purred.

“I know you well enough!” Virgil spat back.

“Now Virgil, give him a chance,” Patton said, disapproval coloring his voice.

Deceit looked hurt. “Yes Virgil, why aren’t you giving me a chance? I’m trying here, and you’re just being mean.”

Dammit, Deceit can act well if he tries.

Deceit looked at Virgil with a sick smirk.

Virgil narrowed his eyes at Deceit. “Fuck. You.” and sank back into his room, his stomach cramping from hunger. He curled up on his bed and hugged his pillow, angry tears coming out this time.

I just wanted food! And now Patton thinks I’m an asshole! And the others will too! Fuck!

Finally. I need-

“Doom and Gloom!”

Fuck.

Virgil turned his head and looked at Roman. He seemed excited about something or other.

“I have this wonderful new project! For Halloween! You’ll love it Virge!”

Deceit and Remus appeared behind Roman, smirking.

“Virgil? Who’s she, never heard of her,” Deceit sneered.

Roman jumped, but relaxed quickly. Virgil ground his teeth.

“I thought it was Veronica? Or no wait, Vanessa?”

Virgil glared at them. “That’s never been my name,” he growled.

“Oh, my mistake!” Deceit laughed, daintily putting a hand to his chest. He smiled. “Violet.”

“Hahaha! She’s a girl!” Remus shrieked, pointing at Virgil. Roman just looked confused.

Virgil held himself back and closed his eyes. He inhaled, opened his eyes, turned around, and walked downstairs. He heard Patton humming in the kitchen and smiled.

He entered the kitchen and opened the pantry to grab some cereal.

“Hey Virge!”

Virgil smiled at him and sent him a two-finger salute. Patton let him get milk in his cereal and start eating before he spoke up.

“Honey, I think we need to talk about what happened with Deceit this morning.”

Virgil’s stomach nearly revolted. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s no big deal. “Yeah? What about it?”

Patton sighed. “The way you spoke to Deceit… Is there something else going on?” Virgil whipped his head towards the fatherly trait. He’d been expecting admonishment and chastising, a demand to go apologize to Deceit. Instead, Patton’s eyes were full of concern. “I… what?”

Virgil stared at his cereal bowl, fighting back tears. He moved the cereal bits around with his spoon.

I can’t lie to Patton, he’s just trying to help.

Virgil decided to tell the truth. “I can’t say. I’m sorry.”

Patton sagged slightly at that. “Is Deceit stopping you?”

Virgil chewed on his lip. “No, it’s my own fucking fault.”

“Do you feel unsafe around us?”

Virgil jumped at the question. “No! I just,” Virgil’s voice choked off. “I can’t say,” he whispered brokenly.

“Oh sweetie, do you want a hug?” Patton asked.

“S-sorry, not right now.” The thought of Patton wrapping his arms around his body, especially without his binder, was too much. “Okay baby, let me know. Is there anything I can do?”

“No. I’m sorry.” And with that Virgil broke. He dropped his spoon in his bowl and put his head in his hands, letting out the sobs he’d been holding in.

“Oh! Virgil, it’s okay! It’ll be okay!”

Virgil just shook his head.

“Would it be okay if I rubbed your back?”

Virgil nodded. He won’t be touching my front, that’s okay.

Patton immediately put a hand on Virgil’s back and began lovingly rubbing it.

“I w-want to s-s-say, but I c-c-can’t!!”

Patton kept rubbing small circles into his kiddo’s back. “There you go. Feeling better?”

Virgil nodded and wiped his face on his sleeve. He smiled at Patton shyly. “Sorry ‘bout that. Just freaking out for no reason.”

Patton frowned. “It doesn’t sound like no reason.”

Virgil waved him off. “It’s fine Pat. I’m probably just hungry.”

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The Sides all rose up when Thomas summoned them for the next video. Virgil had his normal hoodie on and zipped up and prayed no one could tell that he wasn’t wearing a binder.

“Hey Virge! You cold?” Thomas asked.

Virgil nodded, Deceit giggling at the lie.

Thomas turned to the camera and started filming.

“What is up everybody?! Today, I’m dealing with an important topic: when to come out.”

Remus giggled. “Like Virgil! She-” Deceit elbowed him, cutting him off.

Thomas frowned in confusion at Remus. “I mean, yeah, he told me he was a Dark Side, and that’s what I wanted to address this video.”

Deceit summoned a bowl of popcorn and crunched loudly, making sure Virgil saw the shit-eating grin on his face. Remus just snacked on deodorant.

Virgil paled and felt cold all over. His heart was pounding and there was a lump in his throat. Thomas turned to him.

Virgil was shocked. He felt tears springing to his eyes. “You… you really mean that?” he whispered, incredulous.

Thomas smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

Virgil sagged in relief and smiled, a single tear running down his cheek.

“That’s totally how I expected that was going to go,” Deceit complained.

Remus just threw his deodorant on the ground in frustration.

Thomas ignored them. “Do you want a hug Virge?”

Before Virgil could panic and make up an excuse, Remus started shrieking with laughter. “She can’t! Then you’ll feel her tits!”

Virgil felt all of the blood leave his body.

Thomas just tilted his head in confusion at Remus. “What?” He looked at Virgil. “Virge? What’s going on?”

Virgil started backing into the wall and hyperventilating, new kinds of tears making their way down his face.

“Virgil? Can you hear me?”

Virgil flinched and whined at the proximity of Logan’s voice.

“I can’t, I don’t want to, please don’t make me, don’t hurt me, please…” he whimpered.

Everyone’s hearts shattered.

Thomas knelt in front of the stairs. “Virge?” he began cautiously. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Virgil’s breath hitched. “I’m sorry Thomas.”

“Buddy, no! You got attacked and got scared.”

Deceit laughed. “That’s not all Thomas! Go on, tell our Host what else you’ve been lying about!”

Remus laughed. “Awwwww, is the little girl hurt?”

“SILENCE!!” Roman roared.

Virgil flinched, staring at the Dark Sides with wide eyes.

“Virgil, hey look at me,” Thomas called softly. Virgil turned wide eyes to Thomas, the Host almost breaking at the tears he saw. “It’s okay buddy.”

Remus wasn’t done. “Take off her shirt!!”

Roman took a step towards them. “SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL RUN YOU THROUGH!!”

There must have been something in Roman’s expression, because the jeers stopped.

“Honey-” Patton began. He was cut off with a sharp inhale from Virgil as he laid a hand on the anxious Side’s back. He quickly withdrew his hand.

“I’m sorry baby! Are you hurt?”

Virgil sniffled. “N-not too bad.”

Thomas’ face twisted in anger, and the two Dark Sides sank out. Roman sheathed his sword after a moment and walked over to the stairs, worried about his anxious friend.

Logan spoke up. “Virgil, may I look at your wounds?”

“No!” he yelled, curling up defensively and hugging his hoodie closer to himself.

Virgil shook his head. “They’ve done worse, this is nothing, I’ll be fine.”

“They’ve done this before?!” Roman growled.

Virgil curled in on himself and nodded.

Patton shifted a little closer. “How have they hurt you in the past?”

“Oh Virge,” Patton breathed. “Do you know why they did it?”

Thomas jumped forward and hugged Virgil close to him. Virgil curled into his Host and cried.

“God, Virge, I’m so sorry. I’d never hate you for being trans! Whatever I did to make you think that, I’m so sorry. And if they’re hurting you, I’d never want you in that position.”

Thomas held Virgil until his cries petered out.

They deserve to know. “Th-they’d cut off m-my clothes.”

Thomas froze and tightened his arms.

“They what.” Patton said, voice flat with blinding fury.

“Oh baby…”

Virgil bit his lip and nodded, still curled against Thomas.

“Does it hurt to breathe?”

Virgil nodded, and Thomas loosened his grip slightly.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad is your pain when you breathe?”

“Um, like a 5? It’s not too bad.”

“I am glad to hear that. Are you experiencing any difficulty breathing?”

“Not really, no?”

“Alright. Let me know if you do. Would you consent to stay with one of us for a few nights until we’re certain there aren’t any other ill-effects?”

“Y-you don’t mind?”

Roman frowned and tilted his head. “Why would we mind?”

“...I dunno.”

Logan sighed. “We want to help you Virgil. Please tell us what is bothering you.”

Virgil hid his face in Thomas’ chest, muffling his words. “They s-said I was gross.”

Roman actually snarled while Patton gasped and Logan and Thomas’ faces hardened.

Thomas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them and kissed the top of Virgil’s head as he held the trembling man.

“You’re not gross Virge.”

“Y-you’re just saying that.”

Virgil lifted his head and looked at Logan. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Virgil relaxed against Thomas. “Can I… Can I wear my old stuff until my ribs heal? That hoodie’s bigger, it helps with… yeah.”

“Of course you can kiddo!” Patton rushed out. “If it makes you feel better, go for it!”

“Kiddo, no!”

“One’s gender would never make me forsake them!”

“You identify as a man, therefore you are a man.”

Thomas hadn’t spoken yet, and Virgil felt tears in his eyes.

Virgil pressed into Thomas. “I don’t know why I had to manifest this way. There’s no reason for it!”

Thomas rubbed Virgil’s arm. “We may never know why, and that’s okay. We don’t need to in order to accept you and love you.”

Virgil closed his eyes, exhausted. “Thank you, Thomas. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Thomas squeezed Virgil as tightly as he dared. “You were scared.” Thomas smiled before he sung. “It’s okay. We’re your best pals!”

Virgil snorted. “Dork.”

“Damn gay.”

“Don’t you mean- oh, I get it.”

Patton and Thomas giggled.

Roman stepped closer. “Virgil, would you like to stay in my room tonight? The bed’s big enough to fit all of us.”

Virgil looked up at Roman and smiled. “Sure Princey.”

Later that evening, when Virgil is surrounded by the Light Sides, he smiles to himself.

The Light Sides might be clueless morons, but I guess I could get used to this.

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enigmasalad · 7 years

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(Hey this is based off of one of nekoth19′s musicallys...again. WARNINGS: this fic includes violence, kidnappings, and other dark themes. If you get offended or react badly by these I suggest not reading, for your sake and mine. Enjoy)

Virgil sighed as someone knocked on his door. He had his sign up. The sign that let everyone know he was busy doing something. Usually when he was feeling really bad. He was currently working on a new makeup idea to distract him from..thoughts. However that had to wait. It was probably Patton calling him for dinner. However when he opened the door it was Roman. Virgil was about to say something but the prince's appearance caught him off guard. His clothes weren't the usual “prince charming” look. They were black and red. Roman's hair was also slightly messier. What made Virgil the most wary was Roman's expression. He had a wide smile. It was too wide actually. It made the younger side really uneasy.

“H-Hey whats up?” Virgil asked, trying to calm himself down.

“Its dinner time Virg.” Roman replied. His voice was a bit...darker.

“I-Im...not hungry.” Virgil said as he tried to close the door.

However Roman grabbed Virgil's wrist. A little too hard.

“Its. Dinner. Time. You don't want to make Patton sad right?”

“Roman let g-”

Roman then pulled Virgil out of his room and tightened the grip on his wrist. Virgil winced and tugged, in an effort to get free. However Roman began pulling Virgil with him. His sickening smile was still on his face. What's worse is they weren't going the way to where they usually ate. Virgil struggled but whenever he did Roman would yank him forward.

“Roman! Let go!”

“Can't do.” Roman responded.

Just then Virgil managed to break free. He immediately bolted down the hallway. He had to find someone. Anyone. He could hear the sounds of running footsteps coming closer. With another turn Virgil rushed into the commons. However something hard hit his head.

“Oh shit!”

Virgil fell to the ground and looked up. It was...Roman. Roman was wearing his usual clothes and actually looked normal. However Virgil was more confused than ever.

“R-Roman? What was the big deal?!” Virgil cried out.

“Shhh! I'll explain later. We need to be quiet though or he'll find us!” Roman said.

The prince helped Virgil up but they both fell down due to some force.

“Tag! You're it!”

Virgil looked up in horror to see the darker Roman. He took the bat that Roman had been carrying and smacked Roman in the head as hard as he could. The prince fell with a thud. Virgil scooted back as he saw the darker prince look at him. That was the last thing he saw before everything went black.

When Virgil awoke he was in some room. It looked like a basement. It looked like his room almost. Well it had the same vibe. It was dim and there were band records and even a cat pillow. However Virgil knew it wasn't his room. He sat up quickly but found himself in pain. He forced himself to get up . His neck and face hurt badly so he looked in the full body mirror. His face had scars on both sides of the mouth, forced up like a sick smile. On his throat was another scar. It was like someone had tried to slit his throat, but they failed. Virgil felt himself start to lose control. The room was growing taller as he stared at his horrific reflection. His ears started ringing to the point he hadn't heard the door open.

“Ah! You're awake!”

Virgil screamed and fell backwards. He didn't even have to look up to see who it was. He knew who it was.

“Sorry Virgil! I didn't mean to startle you.” The Roman impostor said as he knelt down. He was grinning and holding a plate.

Virgil shook and scooted back against the bed.

“W-What did you do?” he managed to ask.

“I made spaghetti. By the way, nice smile Virgil!” the demon laughed.

Virgil wanted to scream, cry heck even stab this guy if it meant he'd be back at home. Dark Roman smirked and handed the plate over.

“Ill cut you up and make you dinner. Any time you want my dear.”

Virgil shook his head but his stomach growled the loudest it had ever growled. He was a mouse In the corner.

“Eat. You haven't eaten a week. Of course I kept you under while I did your makeup. Funny what sedatives can do!”

Virgil felt sick in the stomach but he ate anyways. He forced himself to swallow the food. It was incredible but the anxious side couldn't care less. Oh god what if this was-

“Before you ask, no that isn't anyone. Just plain beef.” Dark Roman reassured gently.

As Virgil finished eating he began to feel very tired. The bastard had put sedatives in the food. He had to have. Before he knew it Virgil was being tucked into the bed.

“Good night my chemically imbalanced romance...”

That started a cycle Virgil wished was a nightmare. The Dark Roman wannabe would come in and feed him sedated food. Sometimes Virgil would be aware of what was going on but he couldn't move. Dark Roman would have Virgil's head in his lap and stroke his head. He'd hum sometimes too. Eventually Virgil was tired. He couldn't fight back anymore. He knew he was doomed and only hoped that the real Roman, Patton or Logan would find him. They were his last hope. Virgil decided that the safest plan was to give in and give the other sides time to find him.

“Can anybody hear me?” Virgil asked to no one. He knew the answer would be a no.

Just then the door opened. Dark Roman grinned and brought in a tray of delicious foods plus Virgil's favorite ice cream.

“Ready to eat my dear?”

“Sure.”

The two sat on the floor as Virgil ate. He started on his ice cream. Luckily Dark Roman didn't mind. In fact he looked sickeningly delighted as the boy ate his brownie ice cream.

“I love when I hear you breathing y'know. Reminds me of how perfect you are.”

Virgil just stared at the fake as he ate. That had to be the creepiest thing anyone had said ever.

“God I hope you're never leaving. You're more appreciated here anyways.”

“If I'm going to stay here can I know what you are? I know you aren't Roman.” Virgil asked calmly. He had to play it cool.

Dark Roman 's eyes lit up and his grin became more genuine. Almost like Patton's.

“Oh me? Well the dragon witch made me! The original Roman was stupid to underestimate her. So I snuck in and now we're here! Since Im the new and improved Roman I know most things he knows. When It came to the people he cares about you fascinated me. So dark..yet wonderful!”

Yeah Virgil was getting really creeped out. Strangely it wasn't like how he would usually be creeped out over the past....whatever.

“Uh...thanks?”

Dark Roman giggled and the two talked a bit more before Virgil was done. To Virgil's surprise the food wasn't sedated. Dark Roman seemed to catch on.

“I decided to see if you would be a good boy for me. So for a week I'm not sedating your food. If you're on good behavior I wont do it anymore. I'll even give you a reward!”

“That's....nice of you.”

Dark Roman laughed and pulled Virgil into an uncomfortable and cuddly hug. Virgil made sure to be on his best behavior so the others would find him. During the week he played Kingdom Hearts which Dark Roman so “generously” gave him.

“Tag, you're it.” Virgil found himself saying as he killed a heartless. He then stopped in horror.

He had to get out ASAP.

Virgil shut the game off and crawled into bed. He could probably take a nap before the demon fed him. However he heard the door knob be unlocked. He sat straight up as Dark Roman entered the room.

“Ah,was my good boy sleeping?” the faker asked.

“..about to.”

“Well sleep later. You should eat now.”

This time Dark Roman was eating with him. They ate sandwiches on Virgil's “prison” bed. Virgil noticed that Dark Roman kept staring at him. It made him shudder and feel uncomfortable.

“Do you know who the very best boy is to me?” Dark Roman asked as he wiped Virgil's face.

“I am?” Virgil asked.

The monster grinned and clapped his hands.

“Yes! Yes, Yes you are! You're my great boy!”

Virgil felt tired after eating but he knew it wasn't due to drugs. He yawned and snuggled under his covers.

“Sleep well love. Maybe tomorrow we can spend some time together.”

That sentence was the last thing he heard as he drifted off.

Then there was a loud banging noise. Virgil shot up in his bed and looked at the door.

“Virgil?!” Dark Roman called out.

“W-What?” Virgil responded. Dark Roman never acted like this.

Suddenly the door busted open as a body flew into it. Virgil looked at the person and realized it wasn't his captor. It was the actual Roman. The damned prince himself. When Roman caught sight of him his face was horrified.

“Oh god...what did he do to you?” he asked as he quickly walked over to Virgil. He cupped the anxious side's face and examined it.

“Uh...I don't know. I just woke up like this when I first got here.” Virgil responded. The feeling of joy induced tears was heavy in his throat and behind his eyes.

Roman picked up Virgil bridal styled and turned to leave. Virgil looked over at the door to see Patton and Logan standing there. Patton's hands went to his mouth and tears filled his eyes at the sight of Virgil. Virgil felt tears drop from his chin and onto Roman's arm as well. Logan's eyes were a mix of anger, sadness and relief. Virgil was relieved to see his family once again. He was relieved to know he was safe.

“We heard you.”

#anxiety sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #musically #reversed sanders sides #maybe?#roman sanders #prince sanders #patton sanders #morality sanders #logic sanders #logan sanders #mild prinxiety

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gumnut-logic · 5 years

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This is a repost, a fic of mine you might have seen before, but I think it bears revisiting as I am rather fond of it. A friend of mine has thrown a prompt in and chosen Bo as the character to write about. So I think this is a good a time as any to share this again.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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Title: Bo

A TAG Secret Santa fic

Author: Gumnut

15 – 18 Dec 2018

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Virgil meets a new friend, and, damnit, Scott was going to kill him.

Word count: 6184

Spoilers & warnings: Possible bushfire/wildfire triggers in the first part. For the rest none, except for vague nudity and fluff. Christmas fic. Gen.

Timeline: Origin story

Author’s note: Okay, so this is the first time I’ve ever participated in one of these so I’m new to this.

My prompts were

1. Virgil covered in tinsel

2. Tracy family Christmas

3. Christmas Rescue Miracle (with Virg please)

The first one prompted all sorts of images not suitable for a PG audience. Hubby also suggested I blow up a tinsel factory. Overall, I did attempt to include all three prompts in the one fic. I hope I have succeeded in providing some enjoyment at least.

This does not belong to either Sotto Voce or Warm Rain and is pretty canon compliant. It is currently standalone. Consider it a possible origin story, there may be more, if I can think up some new plot lines. If you have any ideas, please let me know.

Many thanks to @tagsecretsanta for all her wonderful work putting the gift exchange together, and thanks to @photowizard17 for the inspiring prompts, @i-am-chidorixblossom for cheering me on when I couldn’t post daily and obsessively like I usually do, and to @the-lady-razorsharp for giving it an American beta so I don’t trip over being Australian (though the summer Christmas certainly helped :D).

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

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“It’s the last house at the end of the street, Virgil.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five.” It was said without the usual spark. The grey of the destroyed landscape sucked everything from everything. A pall of smoke and haze, black remnants of lives, homes and the tragedy of the night before.

International Rescue had been called to a massive bushfire in the Yarra Ranges in Victoria, Australia. The CFA had had it under control the previous day, John keeping an eye on it anyway, but an unexpected change in wind direction in the evening had it jumping firebreaks and tearing through an unprotected valley and directly through a township.

With the vast tall forests of mountain ash, eucalypts full of volatile oil just waiting to burst into flame, combined with the hot and blustery northerly, not even IR could stop the firestorm from taking lives and property.

Thunderbird Two had her fire suppression equipment, but the massive plane was a speck against the wall of flame.

There were forces of nature that just couldn’t be stopped.

The Tracys dodged and nabbed trapped people. Thunderbird Two deployed a huge water cannon, sourcing water from the local reservoir, as the CFA water bombed around them, desperate to protect what lives they could. But nothing was stopping the fire.

It tore through the town leaving agony in its wake.

Dawn was grey and dismal, but it brought rain. The sky rumbled, threatening to spark more fires in the ranges, but the deluge came and dampened the remaining flame enough to once again get the front under control.

But it was too late for the town.

It was gone.

Virgil walked the length of the street, his exo-suit rubbing on aching shoulders. Burnt out cars and collapsed homes lined the road from one end to the other. The skeletons of black trees marched off into the distance behind it all.

Haze hovered above ash-clogged puddles in the pavement.

It wasn’t what Christmas morning was supposed to be.

The last house at the end of the street had fully collapsed in on itself. A burnt-out car sat in the driveway, its trunk lid and one of its doors open.

Virgil closed his eyes for a moment, knowing what that likely meant.

He steeled himself and walked past the remains he knew he was going to find in the car.

Nothing could be done.

Nothing.

He focussed on the whine of his suit as his boots stepped in wet ash and strode across the front yard to the remains of the house. He had to clear his throat to speak to John. “Tell me where, Thunderbird Five.”

“Possibly in the basement? The lifesign is below ground level.”

The house had been old, the wooden floorboards disintegrating in the heat. Virgil leapt through the remains of a wall, landing on rubble in what had likely been a wine cellar. The heat had been so intense, that glass bottles had become slag.

Glass crunched under his boots. “Right or left?”

“Eastern side, southern corner.”

There was a mass of rubble collapsed against the only standing wall of the building.

“This is International Rescue. Can anyone hear me?”

He turned up the pickups on his exterior mikes.

Nothing. It was probably a blip. How the hell could anything survive this holocaust?

His shoulders dropped.

But then...something? A whimper?

Maybe?

Virgil began digging.

It took him a good fifteen minutes of solid work to move enough burnt masonry to reach a hole in the wall at the very base of the structure. And in what appeared to be the bottom of a dumb waiter he found the lifesign.

The little puppy whimpered at him, trembling with fear.

Aw, hell.

“John, lifesign is a dog.”

“One moment, Thunderbird Two.” The puppy stared, the green, yellow and blue of Virgil’s suit reflected in its brown eyes. “There is no dog registered at that address. Deliver to the local authorities. You are needed to airlift some survivors to Melbourne. Report to Scott on the other side of town.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five.”

Virgil slid his arms out from the suit and bent aching knees. “Hey, little one, do you want to come with me?”

The puppy shivered and looked him up and down, hesitating.

“I’m with International Rescue, we’re here to help.” He took a step closer. “It’s okay, I promise.”

Maybe it was something in his voice, his stance, or simply because the puppy had no choice, but as Virgil reached into the box it was sitting in, the puppy made no protest as he picked it up.

A quick examination for injury revealed her to be a girl. She shuddered up against Virgil’s chest. “Don’t worry, it’s all over, you’re safe.”

Sliding one arm back into his suit, he started making his way out of the ruined building, turning his back on the tiny hole that had somehow saved the little dog’s life.

-o-o-o-

Perhaps it was because she sat so quietly with him. Perhaps because it was Christmas Day. Most likely it was because Virgil had reached his limit of pain.

When he found the RSPCA tent, specially set up for lost pets, he gently handed over the little puppy. She let out a whimper and began crying.

No barking, just this godawful crying that tore at his heart.

“You will be fine here, little one.” The attendant was one of those kindly older ladies and she hugged the gangly bundle of fluff to her chest as Virgil turned to leave, Scott in his ear.

But the puppy let out such a scream of anguish, Virgil turned around without thinking. She was struggling in the volunteer’s arms and before either of them could react, she managed to wriggle free and dash over to him, her little body trembling on his left boot.

He reached down and gathered her into his arms. “You can’t come with me. I can’t-“ But she was rubbing her head up under his chin, little sounds in her throat.

And he couldn’t.

Just couldn’t.

His eyes met the eyes of the lady volunteer and she smiled. “We will keep her details if you would like to take her with you. If anyone contacts us, we can let you know.” And the volunteer was just as hopeful as the puppy in his arms. After all, there was no life at the RSPCA unless a home was found.

He looked down at her little brown eyes again.

No, he couldn’t.

Damnit, Scott was going to kill him.

Maybe for just a few days?

The excuse provided a simple solution, so he took it.

Without a word, he handed his IR contact details to the volunteer, and, puppy in hand, turned his back to the tent and strode towards the big green hulk parked in the distant haze.

“Well, little one, you have definitely made an interesting choice. Let me introduce you to my big green partner.”

-o-o-o-

It was well past Christmas lunch, or rather the lack of it, before IR was given the all clear to return to base. During the entire time, the little puppy sat beside Virgil’s pilot chair, apparently unfazed by the deep bass rumble of Thunderbird Two.

When he picked up both Gordon and Alan the dynamic changed just a little.

Gordon dragged himself onto the flight deck first, a groan in every step. “Christmas just gets more exciting every year.” It was true. Nine out of ten Christmas Days were side-swiped by a disaster, to the point that the Tracy Christmas tradition was a modular and movable celebration nowadays. No guarantees and no defined day. It happened around December twenty-fifth, there about, when they could, between call outs.

Suddenly the little puppy was in his lap.

“What is that?”

Virgil looked up. His brother was covered in soot and looked as tired as Virgil felt. “This is Bo.” And he had no idea where the name came from, it just seemed right and the moment clicked.

“Bo?”

“Yeah.” Newly christened Bo peered up at Gordon around Virgil’s arm. “She survived the fire.” A swallow. “Her family didn’t.”

“Oh.”

Alan, as always, had more energy than any of them, and showed it as he waltzed into the cabin. “So why aren’t we moving?”

Bo let off a sharp bark.

Everyone jumped.

“What the hell, Virgil?”

Bo was literally glaring at Alan.

“Hey, Bo, calm down, that’s just Alan. He’s annoying, but tolerable.” The little puppy looked up at him, her gorgeous brown eyes just melting him inside. He was so gone.

“Hey!” That from Alan.

“Scott’s going to kill you.” That from Gordon, who was approaching slowly.

“Yeah, I know.” It was a sigh.

Gordon crouched down beside Virgil’s chair. “Hey, little one, what gave you the idea to attach yourself to this big oaf?” Pulling off one of his gloves, the aquanaut reached out and offered the puppy his hand. She eyed him warily before tentatively sniffing at his fingers.

She sneezed.

Alan snorted.

Bo blinked and stared at Gordon for a moment. The aquanaut kept still and eventually she sniffed at him again, before nuzzling at his hand. He blatantly took that as permission and gently rubbed behind her ear. “You are a cute little thing, aren’t you.”

She licked his wrist.

“Oh, I can see why our heavy lifter fell for you. You’ve got it all in those brown eyes of yours, haven’t you.” Gordon shrugged. “Though I will admit they are the best colour for manipulation.”

“And he speaks from experience.” To Virgil’s surprise, Gordon actually jumped. “Did you forget I was here? Not absorbed by those brown eyes are we?” He couldn’t help but smile at his brother. At least one was as besotted as he had to admit he was.

Yes, Scott was definitely going to kill him.

“Shut up, Virgil.”

Bo backed off, once again hiding behind Virgil’s baldric.

“Hey, Gordon, watch the tone.”

“Sorry, Bo.”

“Are we actually going home at some point? I have a date with my bed.”

Gordon stood up, pulling out the co-pilot’s seat. “No rush, Allie, she’ll wait for you.”

“Augh.”

“Sit down, Alan, I’m just finishing pre-flight.” Tired and cranky could easily become nasty if not attended to.

Bo curled up, nestled against his harness, as Alan grumpily pulled out his seat.

“Virgil, where the hell are you?”

Speaking of tired and cranky... “Launching now, Thunderbird One.” As if prompted, he received clearance from Australian Air Control.

TB2 rumbled beneath as he activated VTOL, ash and dust swirling up around them. As soon as he had enough height, he engaged her rear thrusters and tore off over the Alps, across the coast and out into the Tasman.

“ETA fifteen minutes.” At least they weren’t too far from home.

Bo fell asleep in his lap.

-o-o-o-

Virgil was on the verge of joining Bo in slumber as Thunderbird Two spun slowly in her hanger, eventually coming to a final stop.

So tired.

Beside him, Alan poked Gordon awake. “Ugh, what? Oh.” You could almost hear his brain booting.

Virgil worked around Bo as he did his post-flight checks, his brothers, well, mostly Gordon, groaning as they got to their feet and waddled towards the hatch. “C’mon, Virg, Alan’s pining for his bed.”

“You two go ahead. I just need to finish post-flight.” He didn’t turn around, but he could feel Gordon’s eyes on him.

“Sure, whatever.” And he heard the hatch lower to the hangar floor.

His brothers gone, Virgil let himself relax back against his chair, his shoulders sagging. He let out a long breath. “So, Bo, how are we going to do this?”

The puppy woke as if on command and turned to stare up at him. Gently her tail began to wag.

Virgil let a tired smile cross his face.

Encouraged, Bo jumped up and put her two front paws on his chest, reaching up, trying to lick his face despite not quite being tall enough.

The smile became a grin.

“Okay, okay.” He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up as he pushed his seat backwards and stood. Immediately he was bathed in puppy drool. He couldn’t help but laugh. He surfaced above her licking and cradled her in his arms. “We need to get you some food.” His stomach rumbled ominously. “We need to get me some food.”

And a shower. A shower definitely wouldn’t hurt.

If he could hold off the sleep.

If he didn’t call it a stagger, it wasn’t a stagger, but he had obviously been sitting in his seat for far too long ferrying all those survivors to Melbourne on repeated trips. It was his turn to groan as both his back and legs complained loudly at the sudden demands for movement.

Bo started chewing on his glove.

Somehow he made it back to his rooms without encountering anyone. Shutting the door, he let Bo loose on the floor and began stripping off his uniform, hitting the buttons on his preprogrammed shower cubicle. Moments later he walked under the spray and let it wash the day from his skin.

God, that felt good.

As his muscles relaxed under the heat, sleep became more and more attractive, and by the time he stumbled out of the water, all thoughts of food had vanished.

He took the three steps across his room from the ensuite and threw himself facedown on the bed, still partly wet, still naked.

He was asleep within moments.

-o-o-o-

He was being kissed.

Her lips were warm, her tongue wet, her whiskers soft against his stubble...

Uh?

She licked his eye.

Wha-?

Virgil, always slow to respond upon waking, opened said eye only to get an eyeful of slobber. A soft paw thwapped him on the cheek. Huh? he blinked attempting to clear his eyesight, a hand coming up to defend himself.

Fortunately, his brain came online and memory kicked in. “B-Bo?”

A tongue wrapped around his nose and left it wet.

Ugh.

He wiped his face with his hand, stretching backwards on his pillow, desperate to get out of reach.

The puppy landed on his chest, her paws kneading his chest hair, her little claws completing his wake-up process rather abruptly.

Oh god.

“Bo, down, honey, down.”

He was completely ignored.

Sitting up, he attempted to grab her in his arms, but missed. The little puppy landed on things that puppies had no right to land on. Or stomp on for that matter.

He winced.

“Ooh, okay, come here.” He lifted her off his lap, holding her close, her tail pummelling his belly. “I’m awake, okay.” Again he found himself pinned by her brown eyes. “Aww, c’mon with the cute, Bo, you’re going to melt my brain.”

“Assuming you have a brain to melt.” And Scott was standing in his doorway.

Virgil glared up at him. “Don’t you knock?”

“I did. Grandma sent me to tell you that Christmas dinner is ready.”

Virgil frowned at his brother over the top of Bo’s ears, ignoring the glare the blue eyes were directing at the puppy in his arms. “I thought we’d do Christmas tomorrow.”

“We don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. Grandma thought it would be best to sneak it in tonight, since it is Christmas Day, after all.” Scott’s lips thinned. “Where did you get that from?”

“She’s a rescue.”

“Usually we leave our rescues on the continent we find them.”

“She had no one.”

“Unfortunately, that is nothing new.” And one of his hands had moved to his hip.

Virgil sighed. “Scott, it’s fine, it’s only for a few days.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Virgil held back his retort. He knew to pick his fights and now was not the time. “Her name is Bo.”

Scott looked at him and then at Bo. “Hurry up, your dinner is getting cold.” The ghost of a smirk. “And don’t forget to wear clothes.”

“Funny, funny, ha, ha.” But his brother had left.

Virgil let his shoulders drop. “Sorry, Bo, I think you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

Bo just licked him some more.

It wasn’t until he went looking for his boots that he discovered the wonderful deposits Bo had left for him on the floor.

Ugh.

And apparently one of his favourite boots had served as a meal also.

He closed his eyes and sighed again.

Half dressed, he cleaned up the mess, and five minutes later he waltzed downstairs, Bo in his arms and barefoot. Time to face the inevitable music.

-o-o-o-

A Tracy Christmas used to be snow, roast turkey, stockings by the fire, the occasional Christmas carol and family.

Since starting International Rescue it had changed.

Firstly, they were in the tropics. The only fires available in those temperatures were ones that required firefighting equipment. Having grown up with snow, it was still extremely weird. But it had its advantages. For one you could go outside in the minimum of clothing, something Gordon took advantage of every day of the year. There were no snowball fights, but these were fast replaced with water fights. There was no ice skating, but there was water skiing if anyone could get up the energy to get the boat out. And surfing, let’s not forget Scott’s attempts at that. Virgil would admit that he didn’t mind a little surfboard action himself. He wouldn’t say he was very good at it, but at least Gordon had never had to save him like he had Scott.

There were still Christmas trees and tinsel and stockings that no-one ever considered wearing hung from the nearest mantelpiece-looking piece of furniture.

There was still turkey and roast potatoes and all the yummy food crucial for a good Christmas meal, but it was often cooked outside in barbecue ovens and seafood and cold food had been added to the menu. In fact, the traditional dinner had become more of a banquet by the pool.

As Virgil walked out onto the patio, he couldn’t help but smile at the Christmas tree that had obviously been hurriedly moved out here from the comms room. It sat a little lopsided and the star on top was having a few issues with gravity. That was new, as was the liberal tinsel and Christmas lights strung from palm tree to palm tree, across the pool and back several times.

“Fifty bucks says Gordon tries to water volleyball the tinsel at least once.”

Virgil smirked as he stepped up beside his next youngest brother. “Not touching that one. I value my money.”

John was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and had a beer in his hand. Bo was immediately interested in this new person. She strained towards John, her nose literally twitching towards the hand holding the beer.

His brother must have caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and instinctively took a step away.

“Oh, sorry, John, this is Bo.” Bo was climbing over his arm, desperate to get closer to the astronaut. Virgil held her tight, worried she would fall.

“Uh, hello.” John turned towards them, frowning. “Since when do you own a dog?”

“Since this morning.”

“Does Scott know?” They both instinctively looked over at their eldest brother who was hovering over one of the barbecues energetically discussing something with Grandma - probably how not to burn the food.

“He does.”

“And you still have it?”

“Her.”

“Yes.”

“Good luck with that one.” John drank his beer.

“She had no one else.”

John arched an eyebrow at him and then frowned. “Oh, Virgil.” His shoulders slumped.

“I am an adult now, John. It won’t be like last time.”

“God, I hope not.”

Virgil stared at his brother, only to see the genuine concern in his green eyes. A sigh. “It won’t happen again.”

John reached out and gently touched his shoulder. “No, it won’t, because you will remember that you have four brothers who are all here for you, won’t you.” God, that green gaze was penetrating.

“It will be fine.”

Bo yipped at John, her tail beating Virgil’s chest.

The astronaut smiled and offered the little dog his hand. She sniffed and licked him almost immediately.

“I think you have been approved.”

John smiled and Virgil couldn’t help but do the same.

“Virgil!” And Grandma was arrowing in on his position.

“Incoming.” John was smirking.

“Hey, Grandma.”

But his grandmother only had eyes for Bo. “Who is this?”

Virgil smiled again. “This is Bo. Bo, this is Grandma.”

Bo whacked him with her tail and literally leapt from his arms into his grandmother’s.

“Woah.” Suddenly with arms full of wriggling puppy enthusiastically licking her face, his grandmother was laughing. “Oh dear, you are a cutie. Let me have a look at you.” And she held Bo out at arms length, her eyes critical. “A little hard to tell at her age, but my bet says she’s of boxer stock, around three months old. Such a beautiful brindle and that face.” Virgil couldn’t help but agree. Bo looked like she had dipped her face in a pot of ink, her brown eyes surrounded by gorgeous black coat that quickly bled to brindle down her back with a spot of white on her front. “Where did you find her?”

Virgil looked at his feet, remembered why they were bare, and looked back up at his grandmother. “This morning’s rescue. She lost everything.”

Grandma turned her attention back to Bo. “Oh, honey. You survived the fire?” Bo licked her nose. “Well, you are safe here.” Grandma curled her arms around the puppy and scratched her ears. “Has Virgil fed you anything yet?” She glanced at him and he shrugged. He got frowned at for his trouble. Grandma turned away, walking towards the barbecues with Bo in her arms. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Well, that didn’t take long, did it?” John was still smirking at him.

A series of barks and a yelp from Grandma, and suddenly Bo was dashing amongst legs in his direction. “Woah.” He crouched down and caught her as she leapt for him. She wriggled and licked, her little body trembling under his hands. “Hey, hey, honey, it’s okay, you’re safe.” She snuggled up under his chin. He couldn’t help but return the hug.

Grandma approached, worry on her face. “I’m sorry, Virgil, I didn’t realise.”

“It’s okay.” He reached an arm around his grandmother, bringing her into the hug. “She’s just had a scary day.” He pulled both of them close.

Scott was glaring at him from a distance.

John smiled at them and drank his beer.

Bo started chewing on his collar.

-o-o-o-

As the evening progressed, Bo slowly let herself part from Virgil as each of the members of his family, bar Alan and Scott, came to say hello or fed her from the table. There was one interesting moment when the little puppy encountered Sherbert for the first time.

Bo yipped.

Sherbert yapped.

And as the entire party fell silent, the two dogs stared each other down.

Virgil was poised for a rescue and Penelope was not far behind him, but a moment later Bo licked Sherbert across the nose, Sherbert gently butted the little puppy with his head, and from that point onwards they were best of friends, Sherbert quite proudly showing his new friend around.

But never out of sight of Virgil.

Bo and Parker had a staring moment not long after, but Sherbert barrelled on in and head butted the driver, snapping him out of it. It wasn’t long before the little puppy had him rubbing her ears as well.

Kayo stood her distance, assessing Bo as much as the puppy was assessing her. A calm arched eyebrow slowly rose as Bo tilted her head up at the security specialist. She pressed her lips together and faced Virgil. “There will be training.”

Virgil blinked and his sister turned and stalked off. Bo eyed her the entire time, only finally distracted by a yelp from Alan as Gordon threw him in the pool.

The engineer was left wondering if he should be worried or not.

The meal was delicious, of course. Scott had managed to keep Grandma away from the barbecues and MAX had been on task for a good part of the day. There was the mandatory turkey, and this year a couple of large snapper had been baked to perfection, along with some crayfish, oysters, salads and roast vegetables. This was followed by pie, oh, so much pie, Christmas cookies, and Christmas pudding with custard and the option of ice cream.

Virgil, as usual, made sure he took advantage of all the options. Consequently, post-banquet found him sprawled on a pool lounger staring up at the stars amongst the tinsel overhead. Bo, who had also eaten probably more than she should have, was curled up between his feet.

The soft sounds of quiet carols and muted conversation wafting across the water lulled him gently to sleep.

-o-o-o-

Scott felt like Scrooge. He was tired, worried and even a little angry. He was not enjoying himself, no matter how hard he tried. Grandma had cornered him at least twice, her hand on his shoulder trying to soothe his ire.

The annoying thing was that he wasn’t even sure what he was angry about. The rescue hadn’t been the best, but they had done what they could and some lives had been saved that otherwise wouldn’t have. The team had performed well, no one had been injured, they were all back home safe and sound.

And there was food, family and Christmas. There wasn’t really much more he could ask for.

His eyes settled on Virgil, asleep on one of the loungers, oblivious to the tinsel being draped across his hair by Gordon behind him.

Scott sighed.

But then a little head bobbed up between his brother’s bare feet and Bo barked at Gordon quite firmly.

Virgil was obviously far too out of it to wake, but Gordon looked appropriately abashed at the challenge.

Scott found himself smiling.

Realised he was smiling, dumped the smile and frowned.

Gordon scampered off leaving a sleeping Virgil in a crown of silver tinsel.

The little dog leapt off the lounger and chased after the aquanaut.

Okay, he had to admit the dog was adorable. He could see what had captured his brother’s eye, and Scott certainly had no objection to adding to their family.

But Virgil...when Virgil loved, he loved with his whole heart, and last time he had lost a pet, it had been bad, so bad.

They had lost so much in their lives already, why volunteer to lose more?

He sighed. It was stupid to think that way, but part of him could remember that devastated teenager, the depression and the mess that followed. Virgil had been as broken as the rest of them when their mother died, but when his dog died two years later, his reaction had been so self-destructive he had needed counselling and a therapist. Scott didn’t know if the two incidents were related or if it was how his brother connected to pets, or whatever. He only knew he never wanted to see his brother go through that again.

Their father was missing, and here was Virgil with a pet once again.

Sure, he was an adult now, and had tackled so much loss since, but...

Another sigh.

A yip and he looked down to see said dog staring up at him with a mouth full of tinsel, tail wagging.

“Gordon!”

“Yesssss, masster?” His brother sidled up with a bow.

Scott rolled his eyes. “Did you want to face your brother having to tell him that his new puppy died choking on tinsel?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Exactly.”

The aquanaut scooped up the little dog and with gentle words extricated the tinsel from her mouth.

A moment later Gordon held her up to his cheek and Scott had the experience of two sets of brown eyes staring at him adoration.

“Oh, for the love of-“

“A puppy?” Gordon grinned at him. “She is a rather cute, isn’t she?”

“Leave it, Gordon.”

His brother frowned. “What’s chewing on your underwear?”

“Gordon-“

“Hey, it was a legit question, bro. You’re a grumpy ass on Christmas Day. Where’s the merry? We have food and there will be presents. And there is a puppy. You couldn’t ask for more cuteness.” Gordon held up Bo who attempted to lick Scott’s nose.

“Gordon-‘

“Nope, so not going down with you, bro. We’ve earned some happy. We’re all here, in one piece, it’s lovely weather. Cheer up, for goodness sake.” Despite himself, Gordon frowned. “Here have some puppy love.” And suddenly Scott found himself with his arms full of wriggling Bo. Gordon turned and walked off, eventually calling out to Alan, no doubt looking for mischief.

Bo tilted her head to one side and stared up at him.

Aw, hell, weaponised cuteness.

She jumped up and licked his nose.

Scott sighed.

Voice low. “You know, you better look after my brother. He’s a good man and he does a lot of good things.” A swallow. “He’s a little prone to heroics. Perhaps we can team up in that department and help keep his butt alive.”

Her tongue lolled out one side of her mouth and she grinned.

“Maybe try that on the Hood and solve all our problems.”

He gave in and drew her close to his chest, rubbing under her chin.

“I really hope we don’t regret this.”

-o-o-o-

“PRESENTS!”

Alan’s voice cut through his slumber and shook him awake. Wha-?

“Time to wake up, sleepy head.” Scott’s voice.

A sharp little bark.

Bo.

He flung his eyes open, and immediately squinted at the fairy lights floating in the light breeze far above. A blink and to his left a shadow formed into his eldest brother. His blue eyes were smiling as he sat on the next lounge over, holding Bo, scratching her gently. She was obviously enjoying it.

Virgil frowned. “I thought you were pissed at me.”

“I was.” His brother shrugged. “I got over it.” Bo was licking Scott’s fingers.

Wow, the ability to tame the savage big brother. The little girl must be heaven-sent.

There was a whir of wheels and MAX tore out onto the patio decked out in tinsel and lugging brightly coloured presents. MiniMAX darted in behind him carrying a smaller present which was deposited carefully on the table before he disappeared inside only to return with another.

“You okay?”

“Huh?” Virgil peered up at his brother before stretching the length of the lounger. Several joints cracked and the ache across his shoulders from the morning vaguely made its presence known. A yawn. “I’m fine. Just tired. This morning sucked.”

Tinsel slid down his face. He sighed and threw it off. Gordon was getting repetitive.

Scott dipped his head, attempting to hide a smile, and looked down at Bo. “True.” He scratched her under her chin one more time before offering her to him. “Here.”

Bo didn’t bother to wait for him to sit up, she bounded out of Scott’s arms and onto Virgil’s belly. “Oof.” She then danced up and down on it.

Scott grinned at him. “She’s not going to be little when she grows up.”

“Augh, she’s not little now.” He managed to capture her enough so he could sit up, but she struggled free excitedly and dashed from his arms, jumping on the lounger, just as MiniMAX buzzed over with a small present.

Bo barked at him and MiniMAX dodged to deposit the present in Virgil’s lap. He caught it, but with his hands now occupied, he wasn’t fast enough to grab Bo before she let off another bark, jumped excitedly and latched her teeth onto the little robot.

The result was immediate.

MiniMAX shrieked, several of his legs caught in the puppy’s mouth, and with a whir of rotor blades, took off madly across the patio.

With Bo hanging on.

“Bo!” Virgil dropped the present and made a grab for the pair, but missed.

Every eye turned to see what the commotion was about. Virgil stumbled over the lounger and kicked it out of the way. He was vaguely aware of Scott doing something similar. “Brains!”

MiniMAX was obviously panicking. The little robot darted about trying to shake off his assailant. Bo was whining in her throat.

Virgil dashed after them.

Despite the puppy’s weight, MiniMAX still managed a great deal of height, Brains’ ‘build ‘em tough’ policy obviously carrying through to his robots. Despite having the strength to carry the puppy, the off-balance mass hampered MiniMAX’s navigation and they were wobbling all over the place.

All Virgil could see was a tragedy in the making. The pool, the concrete, anything horribly solid. He ran beneath them, desperately attempting to reach the now whining puppy. Family members and furniture were dodged and shoved out of the way as he clambered after them.

A chair ended up in the pool. Gordon squawked and almost joined it. Virgil leapt off an empty lounge, made a grab for them, missed and ended up in the Christmas tree.

Fake pine needles jabbed him in the face as he went down in a pile of tinsel and Christmas baubles. He swore, his clothing caught, his hair caught, and his everything tangled in tinsel, but he made it to his feet just in time to see Bo let go.

“No!”

Oblivious to everything other than the puppy falling, Virgil finally got traction under his bare feet, took a running leap and grabbed Bo from the air. He instinctively wrapped himself around her, rolling in midair, tinsel and baubles flung in all directions.

As he plummeted into the pool.

The splash took his senses, muffling exclamations, and repeated shouts of his name. There was dark blue, and wet, and, for a moment, blessed silence.

Then logic reasserted itself and he kicked for the surface.

Sound, light and cool air on his skin. He blinked water out of his eyes as he lifted Bo up so she could breathe, his legs kicking to keep them afloat.

She whined at him as if to tell him off, sneezed, and began enthusiastically licking the saltwater off his face.

He couldn’t help but grin, and he knew he wasn’t the only one as laughter drifted across the water.

“You trashed the tree, Virg.”

“I don’t think he cares, Gordon.” He looked up to see Grandma smiling at him.

And no, he didn’t. As Scott poked him with a pole to help drag him to the edge and Bo decided his ear might do for her next meal, he suddenly felt joy. It could simply have been relief, but he was going to tack it up as Christmas joy and enjoy it while he could.

-o-o-o-

“Only you, Virgil.”

“It wasn’t intentional.”

“I have no doubt of that, it never is.”

“Aw, c’mon, Scott.”

“If it was intentional then I would have to accuse you of doing it deliberately just to get out of helping with the Christmas dishes.”

“We have a dishwasher.” Bo let off a bark as MiniMAX flew past dragging a bag full of recyclable cups, plates and cutlery, giving Virgil and his dog an extremely wide berth. “And there are hardly any dishes.”

“You are still getting out of clean up.”

“C’mon, Scott, you know me better than that. Ow!”

“Sit still. I’ve almost got all of it.”

Virgil leant back against the lounge, Bo curled up in his lap. “I’m not particularly happy about this either you know.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“I know that, Ow!”

“Well, if you would watch where you were going, you wouldn’t have collided with the Christmas tree. And what’s with the bare feet anyway?”

“Bo ate one of my boots.”

Scott snorted and pulled out yet another tiny piece of glass Christmas bauble from the bottom of Virgil’s left foot. “She hasn’t been here twenty-four hours yet and she has already caused havoc.”

“She’s a puppy.”

“I noticed.” Scott sighed, peering through his magnifying visor at his brother’s foot. “I think that’s all of it. Please don’t do that again. You’ll be limping for a week.”

“I’m not planning on it.”

As Scott wrapped his foot in gauze, he eyed the puppy on Virgil’s lap. “And you, young lady, I thought we had a deal.”

To Virgil’s surprise, Bo’s head bobbed up and she looked distinctly guilty.

Scott arched an eyebrow. “Hmm, don’t let it happen again.”

Bo yapped at him.

Virgil stared at both of them. “What?”

“None of your business, you just lay back and look after yourself.” And Scott was smirking.

Ooookaay.

He relaxed back against the lounge and stared up at the fairy lights above.

Bo stomped up the length of him and licked his eyeball.

He coughed up a laugh and grabbed an armful of wriggly puppy.

“I think that was a Merry Christmas, Virg.” Scott held his injured foot and grinned. “Merry Christmas.”

-o-o-o-

FIN.

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