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glorifiedpigeon · 4 years

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Fluffuary - Debates are Easy as Pie

A Moceit oneshot! Patton does not like having to take Mr. Ceit's order every morning, but somehow he's always at the register when the man comes by.

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Patton was good at pie. He didn't do much but make pies really. Patton had been making pies ever since he'd been able to read. His mother had dumped him at the diner every day while she went to work, and Patton spent all his time helping make pies. Of course, nobody ever made him, and he got a good allowance from the owner for making them, and eventually when Patton went looking for a job at sixteen, the owner practically handed it to him.

So Patton was good at pie. He'd been making pie for the same diner since he could read! But Patton was not good at having a thick skin.

"Please, please I don't wanna deal with Mr. Ceit today," Patton pleaded with his coworker, a teenage boy whom Patton had started to call his kiddo only two years ago.

"Sorry, Pop-tart, but you're on register duty," Virgil shrugged. "I'm not exactly Mr. Sanders' favorite, and he'll probably chew me out if I don't take my shift on the dishes."

Patton almost argued that he was Mr. Sanders' favorite, and beside Mr. Sanders would never get mad at Virgil for doing Patton a favor. He also almost squealed at the double themed nickname -dad themed and baked good themed- a double whammy. But at that moment Mr. Ceit came through the diner door, the little bell jingling. Patton pouted.

It wasn't that Mr. Ceit made him uncomfortable- though he did! It was that whenever Mr. Ceit made commentary about something, it sounded like he was arguing with Patton. As if Patton were offending him somehow. Patton supposed it made sense- the man was a gay, brown lawyer in a small, close-minded town.

"How can I help you, Mr. Ceit?" Patton asked, with an uncomfortable feeling smile.

Mr. Ceit glanced at Patton's apron, towards his nametag. "Oh, are you pan, then?"

"What?" Patton blanched, and he glanced down and spotted his pansexual awareness pin peeking out from the top of his apron. Patton squeaked and covered it up. Mr. Ceit snorted.

"Don't tell me Mr. Follow Your Heart is afraid of being out of the closet?" Mr. Ceit asked, but at least he lowered his voice so the whole damn diner didn't hear.

"Bad things happen to people in this town who come out," Patton scowled. "I thought you knew that, Mr. Ceit, all our conversations seem to be about it."

"And I thought your discomfort meant you disagreed with me. I suppose you were right, it is reckless to assume," Mr. Ceit said loftily. Patton glared at him.

"Will you be ordering your usual breakfast, sir?" Patton asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes. Although, did you bake this morning's pie?" Mr. Ceit asked.

Patton rolled his eyes subtly, knowing this routine of the good lawyer's far too well. "Yes I did. I bake all the pies for the menu."

"I see. No pie then, that'll be all," Mr. Ceit said.

"Alright then, that will be fourteen ninety six," Patton informed. Mr. Ceit swiped his card, then went to take his usual seat. Patton handed the order off to the nearest cook, and stewed a bit behind the register.

It was like this every day. Well, perhaps not exactly like this. Mr. Ceit typically liked to bicker and argue with Patton. Rather one sidedly, to be honest. Today was different, especially when Patton began placing his food down. Mr. Ceit hadn't said anything, just eyed the spot his pin used to be just minutes before.

That afternoon, Mr. Ceit came in for lunch, and Patton thanked the lord he was busy in the kitchen restocking on the daily pie.

Virgil was at the register, and when Patton went to swap out the pies, Mr. Ceit and Virgil were laughing together. Patton frowned and filed that away to talk to his kiddo about later.

And he did. "Virgil, what's up with you and Mr. Ceit?"

"Oh, Dee? He's chill," Virgil said with a small smile. Patton frowned.

"You really think so?" He asked.

"Yeah! Oh hey, Pat, can I try making the pie of the day myself tomorrow? I kinda have an idea," Virgil asked. Patton gasped delightedly.

"Oh, oh, you really want to!?" Patton exclaimed. Virgil smiled.

"Yeah, I think it'll really wet my feet. Get me all situated. I mean, you probably had to work really hard to get me this job, and I wanna do my best," Virgil explained. Patton wrapped up the kid in a tight hug.

"Oh, I'm so proud!" Patton exclaimed.

"Hey, hey, I haven't even made it yet!" Virgil protested with a laugh. "We'll see if it's worth being proud of tomorrow."

Patton promised to help him, but Virgil insisted he not. So, the next morning, Patton took register duty and watched with a special sort of pride as Virgil placed Life's Lemons Pie on display.

Then the bell jingled and Mr. Ceit walked in, souring Patton's mood. He tried to keep his smile on his face. "Hello, how can I help you?"

"The usual," Mr. Ceit informed with a polite smile.

"Will that be all?" Patton asked.

"Did you bake this morning's pie?" Mr. Ceit asked, almost disinterestedly.

"No, my protegé did!" Patton's good mood sprang up again. "You remember Virgil from yesterday, don't you, Mr. Ceit? He made a special lemon meringue."

Mr. Ceit raised his eyebrows. "Oh really? Then I'll have a slice of that too."

Patton tried not to look too put out. He'd seen Mr. Ceit and Virgil talking only yesterday, clearly the man wanted to try Virgil's first pie, just as much as Patton wanted to share it with people. Mr. Ceit paid and sat at his regular table, and Patton went to plate a slice of Life's Lemons Pie .

Then, he placed that piece of pie on the tray with Mr. Ceit's breakfast and brought it to the man.

"Thank you, Patton," Mr. Ceit said warmly, taking in the look of the pie. It was sort of like a lemon bar, on a thick sweet crust, with a single dollop of meringue at the thicker end, lemon zest sprinkled atop it. "Tell Virgil it looks delicious."

"Will do, sir, will that be all?" Patton asked.

"Yes, that's it." Mr. Ceit waved his hand dismissively. Patton scooted off, and noticed Virgil watching him with wide eyes. Patton grinned and held up both thumbs.

After his meal, Mr. Ceit headed towards the counter again, and Patton lifted his eyebrows in surprise. He stopped in front of the register.

"Might I order another slice of today's pie? Virgil did a lovely job," Mr. Ceit informed.

"Oh! Of course," Patton assured, and he rang the man up. Mr. Ceit leaned against the counter to wait for his pie, and Patton plated the thing under that strangely blank observing stare.

When he went to offer the plate to Mr. Ceit, the man shook his head. "No, no, Patton, that pie is all yours."

Patton blinked. "What?"

"I bought it for you," Mr. Ceit explained, and he adjusted his coat. "As an apology."

"You… don't usually apologize to people," Patton said warily.

"That's because I'm hardly the only one in the wrong. However, I have treated you unfairly and you deserve an apology. I'm sorry, here is some pie," Mr. Ceit informed, gently pushing the plate back towards Patton.

Patton giggled at the awkward man in front of him. "Why don't you buy my pies?"

"Well, it started because I was on a diet, but. Well. Then I had a bit of a habit going," Mr. Ceit said with an awkward shrug. "I wouldn't have tried Virgil's pie either, but he seemed so hesitant yesterday that I promised him I would if he made one."

"He really likes you, huh?" Patton mused.

"I should hope so, he handles my lunch orders. It wouldn't do to get on his bad side, he seems the type to spit in dishes," Mr. Ceit commented. Patton shook his head.

"He's a sweetheart, really!"

"If you say so," Mr. Ceit said loftily. "So, apologies?"

Patton took a bite of his kiddo's pie, the lemon flavor bursting on his tongue. He grinned. "Apology accepted!"

Mr. Ceit smiled in return. "My name is Damien. I'll see you at lunch then."

"Oh! Goodbye! Thank you for the pie!" Patton called. Damien Ceit laughed, and Patton blushed.

Butterflies fluttered around his quickening heart, and Patton whirled around to look at Virgil, over by the pie station. Virgil merely grinned at him and made a kissy face. He was- he was teasing him ! Over Mr. Ceit !?

Patton could only manage a strangled sound as he buried his face in his pie.

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broken-hearted-but-brave · 5 years

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Knight Au: Virgil’s Recruitment

It’s the first official recruitment of one of the sides and it’s a bit sad, but I promise there won’t be to much. I can’t handle angst very well anyways. Let me know if anyone's interested in more. Even for one person I would continue, but if there isn’t anyone then I guess I will just stop here. (Maybe)

Warnings: Non-descriptive violence, drug mentions, ill, and mild language. (If I missed anything let me know)

Virgil found himself living in the worst location of the Sanders kingdom. He lived as close to the middle of Veil as one would be able to without relying on a large scale gang to back you up. Only the rich and powerful underworlders could call the center of Plague home. Those beings, more likely then not, being a form of demon.

He’d lived there since he was born and has long ago given up on getting out. The city was essentially a maze, and while that might help in hiding, it also covers the monsters in the city. For those outside of Veil they called it Plague. Both names made a sick sort of sense to everyone. Entering the city was like hiding behind a veil. No news traveled to or from the city and you were luck to be seen again with out any permanent physical damage. The mental damage was certain. The walls were the veil to keep those outside safe from the horrors that plagued anyone or thing that lived within the city. If you can call what happens there living, and those who came out with the mental scars were considered plagued as the things they did would drive them back to that city.

Virgil truly did hate his home. Every bone in his body told him that this was where he would die and he believed it. Unfortunately for him, his sharpened senses kept him alive and for the most part safe. It’s not that he wished to die, no, death here was not a good thing. You can’t rest here when your dead. The only reason he hated his senses was for the fact that he had to cover his body as much as possible, so that he wouldn’t have a meltdown do to over stimulation. None of those helping with the anxiety he developed due to the masters of his youth. Honestly his hatred ran so deep that........

“S... Si... SIR!”

“Quiet. We can’t have anyone hearing us right now.”

“But...”

“No, be silent. If you really want to see your mother again and do so alive, you will remain silent. Understood?”

The child nodded, holding back her sobs with the rags she wore. Honestly, he should have know better then to help this girl. He will get nothing from it, but at least he wouldn’t be at fault for the small child’s death.

They continued to take turns and twist that appeared to back track through almost claustrophobic passage ways. The passages made even smaller by the filth that covered the entire city's inner levels. Between not getting lost and the filth that could very well be hiding bodies, Virgil’s attention was completely taken due to the addition of the girl as well. So, when a rat ran over his foot and climbed the walls in an unholy manner to reach a window that had long since lost its glass. It took everything in him not to bolt.

An enemy right in front of him was easy but place him here close to hyperventilating and stressed over the area they were heading to did not help to keep his fear of rats hidden. If it weren’t for the child he would have been long gone and resting in his hideaway for when he needed to hunt down his next meal.

They soon came to the edge of an open space, with a broken fountain in the center. If it weren’t for the obvious man made parts of the area it could have been easily mistaken for a cavern.

Searching the perimeter, Virgil noticed many things that others would miss. Doors hidden almost to the point where they looked like part of the wall, dotted the area. Pathways like their own, appeared closed off, except for two or there far across the area. Most importantly the area was clean.

No filth that looked like it could be alive. No rubble or shattered glass scatter about other then the parts from the fountain. Something was wrong and Virgil was so close to leaving, but the child.

“Hide in one of the piles. Somethings not right here.”

The girl nodded and crawled through one of the piles. As she did so she chocked on the stench that came from deep in the pile. The cloth masked did nothing for her against the stench and so she pocketed it as she turned to look out at what Virgil would do.

Knowing that this was a trap for him, he scoured the area looking for the best point and exits for him to go and defend from. The fountain was most likely his best bet and so he crept over, keeping low as to not trigger the ambush just yet.

Upon reaching the fountain he stood slowly, keeping an eye out for any arrows, darts, and other projectiles. Having none come his way he steeled his nerves and called out.

“Jade, come out I have your daughter. I don’t need any trouble.”

Nothing responded back, not even his echo that should have been there, nor the enemies that should have come out as well. It was far to silent. Even at the quietest times a scream and rats could be heard. So, where were they. Then he heard it, or more like them.

The muffled breathing and a laugh.

They were waiting for a signal, but from who? It should only be him, the girl, and whoever refused to come out and attack.

“What are you guys waiting for? An open invitations? If so, know that I have none.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I am too.”

“He said after this I owe him nothing! If I gave you to him then he would let me and mother go! I’m sick of waiting for him to sell me! I’m sorry”

The child broke down and fled the scene. That’s fine, honestly, Virgil would have done the same if he was in her position. Owning a debt to someone, even your own parent is the same as a death sentence here.

“How pathetic. That daughter of mine truly is studied. As soon as I finish up with you, I will be selling her and that cow to the demons. Honestly, does she really think that bring you here would be enough to payback me giving her life?”

A short stature, large build man exited from one of the doors hidden from the wall. He effectively earned a glare from Virgil.

“You bastard. I should have know it was one of your children, Darrian, when I smelt the Artmum on her.”

“Oh enough. Honestly killing you will bring me quite a lot a reputation. My group will be able to take down gangs thanks to that alone. Though I must say you appear much slower the normal.”

“Have you seen yourself? You give my name far to much credit. It would take you killing thousands to gain any reputation other then the horrifically, ugly, disgust...”

“How DArE YoU! Boys get out here and kill him already.”

“Can’t even take a little teasing fatty?”

With that about fifteen boy entered from the doors and passages. There ages a wide range but none over eighteen. That be part of the sad truth of Veil. I were luck to make it to twelve here. More likely then not you were dead due to either a debt you owed or paying of someone else’s by ten.

The boys charge at Virgil, and he began his defense. Using rocks around him he kicked them towards the boys slowing some down and tripping a few more. While they got up, he headed towards Darrian. Swipes came in left and right. Most boys used heave pipes and boards, but the few older held swords. Still none of them land a single blow to Virgil. On the other hand Virgil had landed several and knocked out as many as he could on his way to Darrian.

It was obvious that the boys owed Darrian. Most likely all of them being his son. So with his death the would all most likely run away. Free from there debts. So Virgil did what he could not to harm them severally. They were children after all and not loyal to anyone. Even blood meant nothing here other then a debt to be paid.

Five feet from Darrian, the boys managed to circle Virgil. The continued to swipe and miss him as he tried to find an opening. After several moments and angry yelling by Darrian to hurry and finish him, an opening showed its self. The Boy directly in front of Darrian moved his hip ever so slightly as to reach Virgil at a better angle, and Virgil leapt for that moment.

He threw his dagger at Darrian, hitting him in his jugular. Quickly Virgil yanked back. A steel thread pulling his dagger to him and ripping the man’s throat with it’s barbed edges. He quickly hit the ground and died quickly.

As expected, the boys had been waiting to hear Darrian fall, instantly taking off when he did. Virgil, however, did not go unscathed. In his left shoulder the boy had managed to embed his short sword during Virgil's throwing.

Knowing that staying here would mean his death drove Virgil to stay up. The wound coupled with the illness that he had caused his legs to tremble. Why on earth did he agree to help the girl Artmum in her veins? This would be his end. He knew the likelihood of him getting to a one of the building here would be near impossible, let alone all the way back to his base.

His knees gave out and as he attempted to crawl to one of the doorways rushed footsteps could be heard. No not now! Why come back and finish? He was so close but the loss of blood and the lack of his dominate arm caused him to give in. This was his end and he knew it. Whoever’s footsteps those were, showed that they were close and closing in quickly, undoubtedly having spotted him. All he hoped for now was that it wasn’t one of the demons from the inner city.

“Your... But your Highness... No, never!.. But... Understood.”

“Hey... Kid...!”

Virgil’s strength had left him and his Vision was beginning to as well. However, he saw one last thing that confused him as he slipped under. The royal colors flashed in his sight, and he was out.

Virgil woke to his entire body throbbing in pain. Most of which was originating from his shoulder, but it did not drown out the pain that came from his head and stomach as well. He lurched forward at the pains in his stomach and hands quickly reached for him.

Normally he would have fought off any contact but the pain was to much. The arms around him guided him to a bucket where he dry heaved into. Having had no food and little water made for having nothing to give to the vomiting and instead ruined his throat.

After collecting himself, he turned to the owner of the hands and arms that had guided him. To his left sat a small, middle aged healer. Round glasses taking up most of his face and had it not been for the heavy concern that showed on his face, it would have obviously been a large, bright smile if his laugh lines where anything to go by.

“I’d ask if you were alright, but it’s quite obvious your not. My name is Emile. I managed to patch you up, though I am sure you still feel pain from your wound. as for the stomach and head pain, that is an unfortunate side effect of rushed healing. I...” “Where am I? Why did you help me? There shouldn’t be any healers in Veil. Not any free ones.”

“Well your right in the fact that your not in Veil anymore. Your actually in the royal palace Valor. As for why I helped you... Well, why did you help that child? I’m sure you knew she was lying.”

“Wait the girl! Is she alright?”

Panic began to set in. The girl had to have gotten away. What did the person mean by Valor. He couldn’t leave Veil. He was supposed to be dead there and now he’s in Valor? Does that mean he owes the King a debt? Someone else? As his thoughts spiraled his hands reached for he’s hair and began to pull. Hard.

“Shh calm. It’s ok. Your safe, she’s safe. You don’t owe anyone anything, we merely wanted to help you. Now breath with me. In for four. Good. Hold for seven. That’s it. And out for eight. Great, lets do it again.”

After going through the breathing for several minutes, Virgil was finally calm enough to listen to Emile’s explanation.

“His Highness, me and a few guards went to check out what was going on in Veil. It had been some time since a kings visit there and we had wanted to see where it had gotten to. Really it was the Thomas’s idea. We knew it would be bad to just go in there so we kept the party to a minimum...

“Thomas are you really sure about this, I mean...”

The spy originally sent to check out Veil had come back claiming that one of the mobs in Veil had gained a forbidden spell book that once belonged to the royal family and needed help getting it back.

“For the hundredth time Valarie, yes I am sure. I need to make sure we get this book back and I have more reasons then that to go to Veil.”

“But Thomas, it’s not safe. People come back like they have the plague and quickly return there.”

“Look we are basically there already. Besides why do you think I brought you, Emile, Joan, and Tayln along? We’ll be fine. Now quiet we can’t have anyone noticing us.”

Huffing, Valarie stopped her complaining and fell back in line with the other guards. It really wasn’t normal for the King to go on a book retrieval mission. Especially somewhere so dangerous with so few personal guards.

“You know she’s right, Thomas. We should do this quickly so that we don’t attract to much attention.”

“Yes, Emile, now Alex said that the book was located deeper in the city then we are now. With the map they gave us it should only take about three hours to reach the location. So lets get going.”

Thomas cheered and lead his rude...

“Hey!”

Upset, guard, through the winding streets. Not much occurred between entering Veil and getting to the location marked, but Emile did get a fright from some giant rat fighting for some sort of shiny item.

“It wasn’t even food! Why do rats care for a shiny piece of metal?! Do they plan to use it like a life or something?!”

“Calm down and continue please.”

“Right, right! Anyway...

“Thomas stay out here with Emile please. Joan too.”

Thomas huffed wanting to help with the retrieval, but understood that it was better for the royal to remain at a safer location. Though the safety of this area was really questionable. They where fairly close to the center of the City after all. the rest of the guard followed Valarie and Tayln in to the building to recover the stole items kept there and face down any enemies.

Then they heard a child crying out from an alley way. They all rushed over to the sound and found a small child sobbing her eyes out in a large pile of trash.

“What’s wrong?” “I... I b-betrayed the only per-person to ever offer me help!”

The child broke down even more the events that she had been through obviously to painful for her to explain more. Thomas wanted to help her immediately but Joan pulled the two a side.

“We can’t help that child Thomas. We don’t know if this is a trap or not!”

“What do you mean that ones just a child! No older the eight at the most!”

“Emile even the children here will gut you the first chance they get. We. Can’t. Help. Them.”

“We have to at least check it out!”

“N...”

“Where going to help her.” Thomas said interrupting the dispute his friends were beginning to have. Marching past the to Thomas knelt next to the child.

“Now...”

“Rose, She/her.”

The girl sniffed. Having heard them discussing what to do, she was hopeful for some one to save the person she had mentioned.

“Now, Rose. What do you mean you betrayed someone who tried to help you?”

She grabbed Thomas holding tight, almost like she was afraid that if she let go that person was as good as dead.

“He... he said he’d help me get back to my mother when I had lied to him saying I was lost. I then lied and said that she always waited by a fountain in the middle ring of the city. Really that man was there with an ambush in order to kill him. H.. he said if I brought Anxiety to him weakened then he would let me and mother go.”

Then she broke down again repeating over and over that they had to help Anxiety. That she had poisoned him, and he would need help quickly in order to live.

“Alright, if you lead the way we can help.”

“Thomas!”

“Not now Joan. Someone is dying and needs our help. Alright Rose, lets go.”

As soon as he gave the go ahead the child ran. She ran so quickly back to where she had left the man she called Anxiety. All the while she repeated

“Thank you! Thank you! He has to live! He’s going to live!”

When they reached the end of an extremely long and thin passage way the child held them up. From the passage they saw a kid crawling toward one of the doors with a sword embedded in his left shoulder. A ways across lay a few unconscious boys and a dead older man.

“That’s him! That’s Anxiety! He’s still alive!”

Thomas went to run to the kid crawling, but was stopped by Joan.

“Your Highness you can’t just go in there!”

Thomas whirled around somewhat angry with his friend.

“I know your worried, but that kid needs help. If this was a trap I doubt he would be the one still alive!”

“But your Highness...”

“You would have me leave a kid to die? You would stop me from helping someone who obviously needs it?!”

“No never! But he could be...”

“ Joan I know your only trying to protect me, but right now your in the way, now get out of the way!”

“Understood.”

With that he rushed over to the kid on the ground. Noticing that he was no longer trying to crawl and looked to be right at death’s door.

“Hey, wait! You need to hold on kid! We’ll help you so stay awake!”

Thomas threw himself down to pick the kid up. Just as he got both himself and the kid up, Anxiety was out.

“Emile, grab Rose and her mother with Joan and met me by the others! As soon as you get back to me, we run and set him up at the camp I’ll need you and the other healers to perform rushed healing spells on him. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Both Emile and Joan sprung into action in order to do as the King had commanded.

“I don’t know what happen between that time, but his Highness was desperate. We had Rose take us to her mother and then we went and meet up with his Highness and the rest. From there it was a blur of rapid healing spells, blood stabilizing and getting back to Valor.”

Emile wrung his hands. The experience was very shock. To have so much happen on a trip that should have been a quick go in, grab a book, and leave turn into a rush against time to save Virgil’s life. He wasn’t prepared for that mentally.

Virgil reached over cautiously, not used to anyone caring for him or needing to comfort another, and placed his hand on top of Emile’s.

“Thank you. I know if it weren’t for you or the King I would be dead. No one else would have left with that girl to help someone. Not when she out right said she betrayed them. Now I have to ask, how long have I been out and what do I do now?”

Emile looked up a smile place precariously on his face. A poor testament to the smiles he usually showed. While he did not mention it he had seen the scars and other mark that littered Virgil’s body. The clear signs of being half demon and something else. The abuse he no doubt went through. Emile couldn’t begin to understand what living in that place for so long had to be like, and for a child of this boys age.

“Yes well, its been three days since we found you and you recovered fairly quickly. Even with the rapid healing magic, it was still quite fast. As for what you do now? It’s up to you, but I am sure his Highness will want to talk to you a bit, and that may affect what you want to do.”

Nodding, Virgil thought his options through. He could run away, but then that would be rude to the King and he had no clue about anything outside of the Veil. Emile’s story made the King appear kind, but that could just be his point of view. After all some people saw the Kings as God-like beings. However, he seemed to treat the King as more of a friend and equal, rather then a God.

“Alright, if it’s alright I would like to see what the King has to say to me.”

Emile’s smile grew to a near blinding point and went to say something when he was interrupted.

“I’m glad you are willing to hear me out Anxiety.”

Both Emile and Virgil jumped at the sudden new voice. Virgil had to repeat the breathing exercise to keep call, but when he looked up he saw that it was the King. Right there, waiting for him, no time for preparation at all. Virgil wasn’t even properly dressed to meet with a royal. Not that he had any other clothes any way. All of a sudden needing to do his breathing exercise again. Though this time much more rapid and less successful.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry here lean against me!”

Thomas rushed over and pressed Virgil’s head to where his heart was trying to keep a steady rhythm in order to give Virgil some thing to follow. Normally this would have set Virgil’s panic off even worse, but something about Thomas was very calming and helped him rather then causing him more panic.

“I’m... I’m ok now, you can let me go.”

“Mmm, well now I’m fairly comfy so I think I’ll stay like this. Plus your hair after the wash feel really nice. Un-unless this is really uncomfortable for you!”

“No um, its really nice actually.”

So Thomas sat there for a bit just holding Virgil’s head to his chest with one hand and the other brushing threw Virgil’s hair. Virgil himself was really surprised by how much he enjoyed this, that he forgot that Emile was still in the room.

“Sorry to interrupt your Father-son bonding moment, but didn’t you have somethings to talk about?”

Both pulled back quickly, red with embarrassment that they had so quickly gotten comfortable with the positions, that they had forgot who they were and where they were. Though Emile was right, it really did feel like they were a family reunited.

“Right business. It was quite obvious that you have some amazing skill. From the looks of it you took on multiple enemies in a weakened state, with a home field disadvantage, and managed to not hurt a single child while they were attacking you, but also managed to kill the leader. While I don’t know the details, it is obvious that you are quick and skilled. You’re exactly who I have been looking for to join my permanent personal guard. While I would like to offer you that right now, I am still setting it up and can not randomly appoint someone no matter how much I want to. Regulations and all that. So... would you be willing to join my Spies and learn things outside of the Veil? The choice is yours, Anxiety.”

Virgil’s head was spinning. The King just asked Virgil to join his spies and later be one of his permanent personal guardsmen. This guy hardly knew him, and what he did know for sure was that he came from the Veil. A place of horrible people and horrifying stories. He had already healed him and now was offering him a place in the world. How kind of a man was this King? How trusting was he? There was no way he could live this kind man alone. What if he stupidly let an enemy in his ranks o-or worse yet an assassin with the sole intent to kill the King?!

“Yes! Yes! Please, if you mean it I want to help you. You saved me and the child from that awful place and even healed me. All while not know a single thing about me other then my nickname. I would hate myself for leaving such a person behind.”

“Them I am glad to have you on board Anxiety.”

“You guys can call me Virgil.”

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ascreamingstrawberry · 6 years

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In the Middle

Summary: Dodie loved both of them, she just wanted them to love each other.

Notes: I just really like this song, ‘In the Middle’ by Dodie, and love me some Thomas x Jon. I’m not sure how much of this is OOC but lemme know if it is. I’ll try better next time.

Word count: 2,081

Pairings: Jon Cozart x Thomas Sanders, Dodie x OC, Joan x Talyn, Not sure about the others

Warnings: (not sure how to do these yet so bare with me.) I don’t think there’s any, but if there is please mention it to me and I’ll put it in.

Part 1

“Ugh.” Dodie looked in the mirror, flipping her hair into the same place it had been five minutes ago, and seven minutes ago, and nine-well you get the picture.

“I feel that.” Came the voice of her roommate, as he laid back against the headboard of her bed, only really half paying attention to her as he swiped through boy upon boy on his phone.

Thomas’s own hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction. But as she turned around to frown at her own hair’s lack of cooperation, Dodie couldn’t help but smile at him. He looked so adorable sat there with his legs crossed over one another, no shoes on so his toes pushed part of her comforter away as his feet moved. Thomas never could sit still. She sighed, giving up in defeat, before joining him on the bed and pressing her face against the middle of his chest. It was so much as cuddling, which they did quite often, as it was rubbing her face against him like a cat for attention.

“Oh my god.” Thomas whispered, his mouth hanging open a little bit after the end of his sentence. His fingers moved across screen a little bit faster now, and Dodie cocked her head up to see what he was looking at.

“Anyone good?” Dodie didn’t use Tinder like Thomas did. She only ever opened the app late at night when she was bored and Thomas was asleep, but Thomas used it when he was romantically lonely. Which despite both of their efforts, was quite often.

“He’s gorgeous.” Thomas turned the phone so she could see, and Dodie had to bite back a laugh at how the world worked. The boy on the screen definitely wasn’t Thomas’s usual, or at least what Dodie would’ve guessed was his usual. Dodie couldn’t not recognize those blue eyes that contrasted so beautifully against his light blonde hair. His smirk reflected what Dodie remembered of his attitude. When she snagged the phone from Thomas, she definitely didn’t miss his little whimper of disappointment that he tried to hide. “Aw heck, where you going with that?”

“I know him!” Dodie started jumping. He was perfect for Thomas. Why hadn’t she thought about it before?

“What?” Thomas scattered off the bed after her as she trailed into the living room to pull her phone off the charger. She ignored the anxious brushing of his thumbs against each other and met the nervous lip bite of his with a waving of her phone in his face. Dodie still kept his phone in her other hand though.“What are you doing?”

“Calling him, of course.” Dodie shook her head, honestly he should’ve connected the dots. Thomas screeched and reached over to pull the phone out of her hand, pressing the ‘end call’ button.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Thomas’s voice was unusually high as he held Dodie’s phone close to his chest, his breathing irregular. Her expression softened to one of worry and reached out to comfortingly dance her fingers upon his arm. Thomas closed his eyes at the feeling, Dodie could tell he was doing his 4-7-8s.

“Are you okay?” Dodie asked, and Thomas nodded, though his face looked significantly more solemn than before as they traded back phones.

“We haven’t even matched, Dodes.” Dodie’s fingertips were still resting by Thomas’s elbow. She slid them down to wrap them around his wrist and tugged, pulling him toward the couch. As he sat down, an amused smile breaching his face, she laid her head in his lap and kicked her feet up onto the arm of the couch.

“But trust me Tomcat-” She ignored the shared wince they had at the old nickname. “He’s perfect for you.”

“You don’t know that.” Thomas reached down, twirling one of her dark curls around his finger and lifting to inspect it for nothing.

“Puh-lease. He loves Disney, and singing, and acting and everything you-” Dodie begun listing things, even going so far as to count off her fingers.

“That’s not all that’s important to me.” Thomas interrupted.

“Of course it’s not Tomothy, but how long have we known each other?” Dodie turned around in his lap, giggling when he groaned as soon as she leaned her head on her elbows that were digging into his thigh.

“More than a decade.” He pushed her elbows off him as he spoke through pain induced gritted teeth, laughing in response when her chin plomped down onto his thigh.

“More than a decade.” She repeated. Then she held out her hand, but Thomas challenged her with a raised eyebrow. “Do you trust me?”

He groaned, plopping his phone back into her hand, which still had the boy’s picture up. Dodie starred her best friend in the whole world down as she pressed the little red heart in the right corner of the screen, screaming on the inside in excitement as ‘It’s a Match’ popped up in place of the boy’s profile. She handed Thomas’s phone back to him. “Told you.”

She climbed off the couch, walking over to where her brown coat was hanging off the lounge chair. It was May, it should’ve been warmer in LA, but it wasn’t. Dodie liked the cold anyway though.

“Where are you going?” Thomas hopped the couch, the blush on his cheeks evident that she needed go now.

“Talyn and Joan are coming over for dinner aren’t they?” She asked and Thomas nodded, still confused. “We need food to feed them.”

“Right!” Thomas jumped up. “Want me to come with?”

“No.” She pointed her finger at him and then let it fall to her side. “You need to text Jon.”

“Jon?” Thomas asked, and nodded shyly when Dodie motioned toward his phone. She shook her head affectionately, rushed over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door with a rushed ‘love you, see you’

And as soon as she was out the door, her phone was to her ear and Jon was picking up the other line.

“Jonathan’s crematorium, you kill em, we grill em how may I help you?” His voice sounded sleepy despite it being almost 3 in the afternoon. She giggled, and heard him do his little scoff-laugh in response.

“Jon, I have a date.” Dodie spilled before she could think of a good way to say hello.

“It’s not with me, right? I thought we weren’t doing that anymore.” Jon was being funny, Dodie knew that, but she couldn’t help but focus on the truth behind that. It had been a couple months since they’d been forever off in their on-and-off escapades, but she could tell from his social media he had not found someone else. This would be good for him. For both of them.

“No, you and I are not going on a date.” She replied. “But you are.”

“With who?” Jon didn’t even sound surprised, just exhausted with her. Or maybe he was just exhausted in general.

“The tinder match you just made with the pretty brown eyes.” Dodie smirked to herself as she started walking to the store. People watched her skip as she passed, but she paid them no mind as she heard Jon whisper to himself and then clear his throat to continue speaking.

“How do you know about that?” His voice was a little high and Dodie imagined a blush across his face. Perfect.

“That’s my friend Thomas, and you two are gonna go on a date because you’re both horribly single and wonderful enough to deserve each other.” Dodie held her arm out as the automatic doors of the nearby grocery store opened, and she heard a small child gasp in awe behind her.

Life was wonderful in moments like these, she thought to herself, making a child smile while talking to an old friend, a row of frozen pizzas staring back at her. Talyn and Joan expected nothing less from them, to be honest.

“Wait Thomas? Best friend, platonic soulmate Thomas? The guy you’d kill literally anyone for?” Jon’s voice was even higher.

“That’s the one.” Dodie replied, cheerfully. She’d be lying if she didn’t let her imagination get the best of her. Jon and Thomas holding the tips of their pinky tips around the other’s, ice creams in their other hands as they walked through LA, commenting on the people they passed. It made her heart swell in a way that she liked.

“Dodie, I’d prefer you not have to kill me.” Jon’s voice went serious, despite the joke coming out of his mouth.

“Jon.” Dodie warned, taking her pizza to the cashier.

“Dodie.” She heard the faint sound of sink turning on. “You want me, a soulless monster of an introvert, to go on a date with your, and I quote, perfect pure bean?” Jon asked.

“Of course!” Dodie checked out, and stopped just outside the front doors of the store. “Jon, I’m serious. You two would complement each other well, and you both need some extra love in your lives.”

“What if…” Jon trailed off, the choked off sounds of him sloshing toothpaste around his mouth violating Dodie’s ear.

“Does Tuesday work for you?” Dodie asked.

“Yes.” Jon replied after sometimes, definitely sounding very enthusiastic and not at all begrudged. Dodie said her goodbyes, with promises to catch up on Tuesday after his date.

Meanwhile Thomas had been freaking out over the three little dots signaling this Jon was typing out a message. But in the whole 10 minutes Dodie’s been gone, which was surprisingly long considering it was only about a 5 minute walk from the grocery store anyway, Thomas had only sent one message. To be fair it had taken him 2 of those minutes to figure out the perfect message, decided on a ‘hey!’. But the rest of those minutes had been Jon typing, untyping, and typing again.

jon : thank god you messaged first. you’re so attractive, i didn’t know what to say.

Thomas set the phone down and took a moment to respond accordingly. In Thomas’s mind that meant waving his arms as if he was trying to dispel something from his body, before taking a cleansing breath and picking up his phone again.

thomas : Never fear my good sir, I took careful calculations to come up with the most charming opening line for wooing.

jon : consider me woo-ed

“You have a date with Jon on Tuesday.” Dodie said, storming through their front door. Well less storming and more like loudly exclaiming while she softly shut the door as to not jar the hinges.

jon : it appears we have a date on tuesday

“Dodie!” Thomas didn’t know whether or not his nervousness conveyed the right emotion. He was happy and mad at her for meddling. He was glad she was taking initiative, but did it have to be with his love life?

thomas : It appears we do.

thomas : I am looking forward to it. :)

jon : as am i ;)

jon : sorry i don’t know why i did that

jon : i’m like nervous as hell fair warning

thomas : So am I! I’m so relieved!

thomas : That we’re feeling similar about the situation not about you being nervous.

thomas : I wouldn’t want you to feel nervous around me.

Thomas had fully intended to walk into the living room demanding Dodie tell him how she acquired this date when Joan swung open the door with a ‘what’s up you beautiful fuckers’, Talyn behind them.

“Hello to you too Joan.” Dodie laughed, and Thomas turned his attention back to his phone, dropping the conversation for now.

jon : at the moment i do, but not like a bad nervous

jon : like a what if he hates me nervous

thomas : It seems very difficult for me to hate you when you’re so cute.

jon : stop no my self deprecating image

Thomas giggled and heads in the room turned to look at him.

“Who you texting?” Joan asked, Talyn’s hand dragging them along to the island seats Thomas and Dodie had in the kitchen.

“A boy.” Dodie answered wistfully and Thomas groaned, but still kept Jon’s messages up on his phone as he turned it off and set it in the pockets of his shorts. Dodie noticed the smile that stayed on his face even as he looked away from the phone, and she giggled to herself as she put the pizza onto the sheet and into the oven. She could get into this.

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