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hebuiltfive · 7 months

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Thundertober Day Three: Armour

I always seem to be putting Scott in most of the emotional spirals. Sorry, Scott fans. On the plus side, the next two after this are also Scott centric, so win-win?

AO3 here Days: One ~ Two

Warnings for: no real warnings this time, just Scott being a little depressed. Everyone has a mask that they put on like armour to hide themselves from the world. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

Tropical breeze blew through unkempt locks. He had quite taken to hiking recently. He wondered if the others had noticed… No, of course they had noticed. Virgil’s worried glances, Gordon’s offers of company, John’s calls that came the moment Scott had made it to the top. They could all sense something was wrong, but they all had the respect of leaving Scott alone to decide if and when to inform them.

They all trusted that he would.

The thing with falling was that it was a lot like flying. Scott figured that was probably why he allowed himself to plummet so far before picking himself back up. The perception was deceptive; whenever he fell, it often felt like there was a warm embrace awaiting him at the end. After so many descents, he knew there was nothing but a soul-crushing oblivion at rock bottom, but Scott accepted the fall every goddamn time because, in these specific moments, when the fall was already underway, he genuinely believed he deserved it.

These moments of self-destruction were never random. They always had a trigger. This time, it was from (what Scott would have called) a failed rescue.

John had been trying to convince him otherwise on the entire journey home, but Scott hadn’t listened.

Yes, his space brother had a point in claiming that no-one had perished in the disaster, but that didn’t equate a success. Not in his eyes.

They had managed to save everyone, but Scott had been stubborn and there had been subsequent costs.

“We’ve got to get these people out now, Virg.”

“Scott, if we move too fast, the whole thing is at risk of collapsing. This is the safer—”

“If we don’t act now, safer won’t matter because there won’t be anyone in there left to save!”

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the memory of that moment came back to him in vivid colours and sounds. He’d never be free of that mistake, just like he’d never be free of any of the other mistakes he’d made.

No-one died, but Scott had still managed to fuck it up.

He pretended to be okay for the journey home, listening and nodding away as John tried valiantly to reassure him that all was not lost. Scott didn’t believe a word of it, but John didn’t need to know that. He had placed the mask on, hoping his brothers wouldn’t be able to see through it.

The reason he had hiked up to the summit was so he didn’t have to keep pretending.

Here, he could let that shield down for a while.

Here, with only the sky and sea to view for miles and miles, Scott could allow himself to be himself.

If Scott were ever asked where this defence had come from, or when it had developed, he wouldn’t have been able to give a straightforward answer. Perhaps he’d always had this guard up, or perhaps he’d built it up in the months following Dad’s disappearance.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t care.

Scott was glad for the mask. It meant no-one else worried. It meant that he could stay safe and, so long as the armour remained up, he could not only protect himself from the world but also those around him from himself too.

He didn’t want to see Virgil’s worried eyes scanning over him every five seconds. He didn’t want Gordon to constantly feel like he needed to be around him just in case. He didn’t want John constantly checking up on him.

His brothers weren’t his babysitters, and as much as he personally hated it, he hated the idea of being a burden to them more.

The armour was beautiful at keeping his true feelings and thoughts hidden, so everyone could go on as normal, but that only worked when everyone believed the wall of lies that Scott had built up. Whilst he had hoped his brothers hadn’t seen through his armour, from their concern showed earlier it was clear that they had. Again, Scott blamed himself for that. Maybe the mask wasn’t good enough this time.

Maybe, because he didn’t believe it, no-one else would.

He berated himself.

There were whispered curses under his breath as seagulls cried overhead.

Had to do better.

Had to be better.

Scott slumped against one of the rocks, unconcerned over the uncomfortableness of the jagged ground beneath him. He pulled his knees up to his chest, ignoring the tears that ran down his cheeks.

At least for now, alone on that peak, he could let the armour fall.

#thundertober 2023 #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 16 days

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Cuddle Bugs | The Swarm

Very recently, I got to thinking about Cuddle Bugs, the fic you have where Virgil is raising his gaggle of kids and how much I *adored it*. Is Virgil a single parent in that fic? Has he ever had any potential romantic partner(s)? And how did the kids take it, were they suspicious of this sudden guy sending their dad flowers, wooing him, etc? It is hilarious to imagine a kinda "several moments where the kids disapprove of a man courting their dad, and the one time they don't" sort of fic. And the guy that they eventually gave their blessing to to date their dad is Remy or smth. :D – anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1 (not fully necessary but does establish the world)

Warnings: none!!!

Pairings: virgil/remy

Word Count: 2865

Virgil starts to see someone. His children have...opinions.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Virgil says as he opens the door, “but I’ve got one of my kids still here, his club got canceled and the babysitter has her exams this week.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all.” Remy puts his sunglasses on top of his head. “Given that you’ve got five of the little munchkins, I figured I’d normally get you with one of them.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like we—“

“Dad? Is that you?”

“Yeah, Pop Star, it’s me!” Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Remy mouthing Pop Star? He just shakes his head and turns to see Patton barrel down the stairs, his cat plushie held tightly under his chin. “Hey, there he is.”

Patton screeches to a halt when he sees Remy,. Remy waves a little bit and Patton pouts. Honest to god pouts.

“Who’s that?”

“I’m Remy. I’m a friend of your dad’s. Is it cool if I hang out for a bit?”

“Are you waiting for something?”

“Pat,” Virgil says softly and Patton glances at him, “he’s my friend. Friends can stay over for a bit, can’t they?”

Patton shuffles a little bit. “But you normally go to your friends and then Amy comes and stays with us.”

“That’s right, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have my friends over too, does it?”

Patton shrugs. “Is he staying for dinner? We have enough for garlic bread since Ro and Re aren’t home.”

“I like garlic bread.”

“You like any carb,” Virgil mutters, mainly for Remy to hear, and he just grins. “Well, does that mean you’re gone help me, Pop Star?”

“I can help. Can I put Winston on the counter?”

“Who’s Winston?”

Patton indignantly holds up the plushie, who Virgil could swear was named Star yesterday. “This is Winston!”

“Right, sorry. Yes, Winston can stay on the counter as long as he stays away from any of the food.”

“He doesn’t like garlic, it makes his breath smell really bad.”

”Garlic makes everybody’s breath smell bad, buddy.”

Patton wrinkles his nose as they move into the kitchen. “You should tell Janus that, he says it doesn’t work on him.”

”Oh, it works alright,” Virgil says under his breath and Remy laughs. As Patton bustles ahead to set Winston down on the safest part of the counter, he turns. “Thank you for doing this. I know it wasn’t what we planned—“

“Virgil. Sweetheart. I’d be an idiot to turn down fresh homemade garlic bread.” Remy pats his shoulder. “Besides, I think your little Pop Star has it covered.”

“You’re so gonna ask me about that later, aren’t you?”

“As soon as he’s out of the room.”

Virgil groans.

***

“Logan? Where’d you go, bud?”

“I’m over here, Dad, I found the book i wanted.”

Virgil ducks around the end of the library shelf and sure enough, there’s his little genius sitting on the floor, cross-cross applesauce just as polite as can be, looking intently at t a book with pretty rocks on the front cover. He drops to one knee to ruffle his hair—and hear him squawk.

“What’s this one about?”

“Gemstone and minerals. The teacher said something in science class about how scientists can find out things based on the layers of rock and what would’ve been there when the dinosaurs were here and so I wanted to know more about how different types of rocks are made and do you know what iridium is?”

“Iridium? No, what is it?”

“It’s a type of really rare metal that’s actually more common in rocks from space so scientists can guess when and where they landed based on the amount of iridium.” Logan points to a picture of an asteroid. “See?”

“Whoa. That’s cool. How do they find out what’s iridium and what’s not?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“That’s my boy.” Virgo ruffles his hair one more time—Logan doesn’t even notice, already absorbed in the book—and looks around for the front desk. “Do you want to check this one out and read it at home?”

“I don’t know if this one will have it.”

“Did you check the index like Ms. Tori taught you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if it’ll be under iridium or something else, so I’m looking.”

“Virgil?”

Virgil turns. “Remy? What’re you doing here?”

Remy walks over to them, eyeing Logan. “That’s…a different one than the one I met last time, right?”

“Yeah, this is a different one. Logan, can you say hi to my friend?”

”Hello.” Logan looks up. “You work at the museum?”

Remy glances at his name tag. “Yeah, I do. You got sharp eyes, kid.”

“Do you know what iridium is?”

“Tell you what,” Virgil says quickly, “let’s go check that book out and you and Remy can talk about iridium while we do that, okay?”

Remy, as it turns out, does know about iridium. Even better, he knows the part of museum where they explain how scientists do research with it. Virgil has a hard time prying Logan away from him when the book is all checked out, but he does get the plan for their next date all squared away.

“Just bring your little genius with you, otherwise we’ll both never hear the end of it.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

***

“Thank you for tonight,” Virgil says softly as they pull up to his house, “I really enjoyed it.”

”Hey, of course. There’s nothing wrong with a good old fashioned dinner and movie date.” Remy leans over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘I’m glad you had fun.”

“Yeah, it was…really great.” Virgil glances up at the house. “You, uh, wanna come in for a drink before you drive home?”

“I’ll steal your bathroom, how’s that?”

“Mind the load-bearing wall, it tends to get stuck on the studs.”

Remy laughs as they get out, their breaths condensing in the cool night air. Virgil fishes in his pocket for the keys, the lazy contentment of a well-spent evening making his movements slow and a little clumsy. He eventually gets the door open just as Remy’s hands come to settle on his shoulders.

“You got it?”

“Mm.” He pushes the door open. “Still sure I can’t convince you to have one drink?”

”I’m driving.”

“Who said anything about alcohol?”

Remy’s eyes light up. “Why, Virgil, is this you telling me you’ll make me a nice fancy cup of coffee in your fancy coffee machine?”

“Oh, no, you said you only needed to use the bathroom, so—“

Remy pulls him back when he goes to turns way and kisses him properly. “Don’t do that to me, you menace, am I getting my coffee or not?”

“Go use the bathroom,” Virgil laughs, “then we’ll see.”

Remy gives him a look but turns to go off down the hall. Virgil chuckles, shaking his head. After he shrugs off his coat and shoes, keys in the key bowl, he goes to the kitchen and starts turning on his fancy coffee machine. What can he say, he’s a sucker for someone who appreciates the hard work it takes to make a good cup.

He’s considering what mug Remy would loathe the most when he hears a shout from down the hall.

“Remy? Is everything okay?”

He’s already moving. Dad instincts. He rounds the corner to see Remy frozen against the wall and a little bit further into the darkness, he sees gleaming eyes and a grinning mouth. He sighs.

“Remus, you’re supposed to be in bed.”

Remus giggles. Remy lets out a quiet noise as his little gremlin scuttles—yes, scuttles— forward and grins up at Remy. Remy gives him a little wave and he giggles again, leaving something on his foot before skittering up the stairs. Virgil sighs, leaning down to pick up—oh. It’s Remus’s green toy car.

“That,” Remy whispers as they hear a door creak open and shut, “was terrifying.”

“Yeah, sorry. I would’ve warned you about him.”

“You didn’t even flinch!”

“Yeah, well, after you wake up to him staring at you three inches from your face without saying a word a few times, you get used to it.”

Remy looks more than mildly horrified. Virgil holds up the toy.

“But hey, he gave you his green car, that means he likes you.”

”You literally have a gremlin.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can you feed him after midnight?”

“I can’t feed him after nine.”

Remus shudders. “Now you’re definitely making me a cup of coffee before I leave.”

***

He’s on the phone with Remy when there’s a little knock on his door. He pulls the phone away from his mouth and calls out and his little prince peeks his head around the door, his nose all red and his eyes all wet.

“Oh, hey,” he murmurs, sitting up and holding out his arms, “hey, Princey, what’s the matter?”

Little Roman lets out a sob and hurries across the room to fling himself into Virgil’s lap. Virgil hugs him immediately, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong? Can you tell me what’s going on?” Roman just sobs again. His little hiccuping breaths keep seizing against Virgil’s chest and he closes his eyes. “Shh, shh, baby, you’re okay. You’re safe, I’ve got you, I’m right here.”

“Is everything okay?” Remy asks quietly and Virgil jumps. He’d…forgotten he was on the phone.

“Roman’s crying,” he mutters back, “don’t know why.”

“Do you want to hang up?”

Virgil’s about to say yes when he notices that Roman’s not sobbing as much anymore. Instead, his little pouty face is peering up at the phone.

“Hey, Princey, it’s Remy. Can you hear him?” Roman nods. “You wanna say hi?”

He nods again and Virgil sets the phone on the other pillow tapping the speaker icon and hoisting his baby up onto his lap.

“You’re on speaker, Remy. Roman wants to say hi.”

“Hey, Roman,” comes Remy’s voice through the phone, “I hear you’re having a bad time right now, I’m sorry.”

Roman sniffles and clings his to Virgil a little more.

“I was just about to tell your dad about this story my zookeeper friend was telling me about their pandas. Do you wanna hear it?”

Roman nods and Virgil kisses his head. “Yeah, Remy, we’d like to hear about the pandas.”

Remy begins to tell a story about a panda getting confused by a little kid in a big white snow coat with a black hat. Apparently it thought the child was a pup that had gotten outside the enclosure, so it followed them around and around the pen, pawing at the window to try and figure out how to get the baby back. The poor thing had been so confused when the child took the coat off and had run to the other side of the enclosure.

Virgil goes to laugh again only to realize there's a snoozing Roman on his chest and laughing would definitely wake the poor thing up.

"He okay?" Remy asks when Virgil's side of the phone goes quiet.

"Yeah. He's just asleep now." He shifts to get a better angle so Roman won't wake up with a crick in his neck. "Sorry about that."

"Hey, nightmares get everybody. It's not the first time I've put someone to sleep with a story."

Virgil huffs a laugh. "Yeah?"

"Oh, my college friends used to call me Sleep 'cause I could knock 'em all out."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

Remy makes a quiet offended noise that quickly turns into a laugh. "You two gonna bed down now?"

"That's probably for the best. Talk tomorrow?"

"See you then."

***

Janus comes into the living room, sits down on the end of the couch, and puts his elbows on his knees like he's the kid genius in a supervillain movie, staring at Remy. Virgil's just about to scold him for being impolite when Remy, without missing a beat, puts his phone down and gets into the same position: criss-cross applesauce, elbows on knees, fingers steepled in front of his chin.

Virgil makes the very smart and reasonable decision to just see how this plays out.

"You're over here a lot," Janus says first.

"This is true."

"Why?"

"I like your dad. I want to spend time with him."

Virgil coughs to hide how red his face goes at that. Janus doesn't even notice.

"Why here?"

"Because your dad cares about you and your brothers a lot, and it makes him feel better to have you close in case anything goes wrong."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not at all."

Now, here's the thing: both Janus and Virgil are surprised by that. Technically, Janus has the smaller of their two reactions because he's in whatever interrogation mode this is—shit, his kid is giving the guy he's dating a shovel talk, isn't he, that's what's happening right now—but Virgil…Virgil just stares at him.

"Virgil is someone I care about, doesn't it make sense that I would care about the people he cares about?"

"Not necessarily."

Remy frowns. "Why not?"

"That hasn't been true of everyone that Dad's seen before."

"Okay," Virgil mutters, shifting on the couch, "we don't have to bring any of that up."

"Well, then those people should hope we're never in a room together, or else I might have to have a very nice, long, detailed chat with them about how wrong they are."

"Can I help?"

"Certainly."

"Guys," Virgil says, because this is very quickly spiraling into something it should absolutely not be—even if part of him is struggling not to find the whole thing very endearing, "I think that's enough."

"What's your favorite food?"

"I'm a big fan of spaghetti and meatballs."

"What about garlic bread?"

"I'll never say no to garlic bread."

"Are you staying for dinner?"

Remy just looks at Virgil, who shrugs. He looks back at Janus. "Is that alright with you?"

"Will you help us make garlic bread?"

"Absolutely, I will."

"Then come on, I'm hungry and the twins will start screaming in half an hour if they aren't fed."

"Oh, you're all gremlins, aren't you?"

Virgil doesn't quite know how that leads into Janus and Remy having a very heated debate about monsters and…something else, but he doesn't have to make dinner that night, so he's counting it as a win.

***

+1.

Virgil comes out of the bathroom and stifles a snort.

"I'm scared to move," Remy whispers, Patton's head nearly sliding off his shoulder, "help."

Movie nights had always been sacred in the household. They were for family only, they were a time where all of them put aside their differences and just spent the night cuddled up on the couch—sometimes going to sleep in Virgil's bed in a big pile too—and no one was willing to rupture the sanctity with things like arguments or fights.

Which is why, when all of the little munchkins clamored for Remy to come to a movie night, Virgil had a sneaking suspicion in might end this way.

All the kids had agreed on the movie beforehand—another rarity—settling on the new Puss in Boots movie that'd come out pretty recently. Remy had been sat on the outside of the couch at first, only for the kids to make, cajole, plead, and order him to come closer almost as soon as the movie started. Virgil had just chuckled and passed Patton over to sit on his lap, the others grabbing onto his arms, his hands, even his legs. He'd gone to the bathroom once they'd gotten to the forest and…

Well, he's come out to see his little ones absolutely sprawled over Remy.

Patton's still in his lap, his head on one shoulder. Somehow Janus has gotten there too, his arms wrapped around Remy's chest like a plushie. Roman is on his right, hand tangled in his hair, Logan on his left with a grip on his hand. Remus lays across his feet, snoozing away. God, Virgil loves them.

"Was this your ploy," Remy whispers as Virgil walks back over, the movie still playing quietly in the background, "to get me here and trap me with your adorable children?"

"No, but I can't say I'm too upset that it's happened."

"They're the cutest snare in the world."

"Mhm. And there's no escape from them."

Remy laughs as Virgil leans down to kiss him. "I'm not all that mad about it, now that I think about it."

Virgil smiles. "No. I'm not either."

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decent0distraction · 4 months

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Hi! You may know me as the person who does all of those Our Flag Means Death AUs, theories, and posts that either ruin your day, make you laugh, or both. Mostly both.

But I have something else for you.

My take on family!Sanders Sides - based off of the whole family roles the Sides gave themselves in the Five Years video.

To refresh your memory, Patton labeled himself as the dad, Logan as the mom, Roman as the son (the hotshot), Virgil as the (gay, emo) cousin, Janus as the (sassy) aunt (who talks shit about everyone), and Remus as the (fresh out of jail) uncle.

BUT

This AU of mine is… messed up.

Ok ok ok SO

We begin with Janus Duke, who has just moved back to the town of Sanders Bay, a lovely seaside community.

Janus has spent the last 10 years raising their son (Janus uses they/them pronouns bc I said so), moving from place to place for reasons that Virgil doesn’t know about yet that we’ll get into later. Stay with me.

Virgil is 16 and on his first day at Sanders Bay Secondary Academy (what a name, huh?), his dad, Remus, is getting out of jail.

When Virgil was about 6, Janus and Remus had decided to walk from their house into town to pick up their son from the babysitter. They were about halfway there when someone attacked Janus, cutting his face (resulting in scars on one side of his mouth, eye, and cheek, resembling a snake like face). Remus reacted violently towards the person who just hurt his spouse, the cops are called, and it’s made out to look like Remus had hurt Janus, who was unconscious.

When Janus finally came to, they were in a hospital, being told that their husband had been arrested and arranged.

Cut to present day, Virgil’s first day is met with a slight complication when an idiot threatre-jock hybrid accidentally knocks into him, causing him to hit his head.

Roman Hart insists that Virgil allow him to escort him to the nurse, who just so happens to be his dad, Patton Hart.

Roman’s other dad is their home room and history teacher, Logan Hart.

By the end of the school day, Roman and Virgil are sort of friends. But when Roman asks Virgil if they’d want to hang out or something, Virgil explains that he has to get home because his dad is finally home.

Roman just assumes that Virgil’s dad is in the military. He doesn’t even actually get to ask, because Virgil is too busy running out to Janus’s car.

Everything is going fine for a little while. Virgil studies with Roman after school, or they go to the mall, eventually going to Roman’s house.

The Harts are the nicest people in town, and Patton simply adores having Virgil around.

Janus, one day, is waiting with Remus in the school pick up lane for Virgil. The two of them are having a nice, causal conversation that is interrupted by Janus seeing their son talking to them.

“Oh, my God!” Janus slammed his foot on the break and put the car in park. “It’s them! It’s them!”

Remus looked to see their son standing with another boy, while the boy’s parents talked to Virgil.

They were Patton and Logan Hart, two people the Duke parents were happy to never see again.

When Patton put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, Janus struggled to rush out of the car. Remus followed.

“Virgil!”

The anxious teen turned to watch his mom run to him and pull him away from the Harts.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

Virgil was beyond confused. “What? No! I’m fine. What are you-“ He stopped when Remus started to approach.

“Dad? Dad, I don’t know what’s happening, but nothing happened. Dad!”

But the man ignored his son in favor of getting in Logan’s face. “You’d do right by you and your family to stay the fuck away from mine.”

Logan didn’t even flinch. “And it would be correct for you to avoid threatening my family.”

Virgil was ready to try to defuse the situation before Janus began to have a panic attack. “Mom?”

Remus is then distracted by his spouse needing his help. He gets his little family in the car and they get home, where the parents sit down and finally tell Virgil the truth.

The truth is, Patton Hart and Janus Duke were friends. When they were 20, and Janus had a child and Patton didn’t, he got upset. And when he saw baby Virgil, he decided that he needed that child.

He acted like everything was fine. He offered to babysit Virgil so the new parents could have some time to themselves. He paid for Janus to be attacked, for Remus to be framed.

But when Janus woke up, he called Patton, screaming, begging. He knew Patton had the baby.

And Patton knew that if he kept Virgil, everything could be traced back to him eventually.

So he returned Virgil, acting like he was just watching the child for his friend.

But Janus moved away, moving from place to place so that they couldn’t be found.

Janus was so desperate to have their husband and their son’s father back that they believed Patton and Logan had moved on.

But to see that man anywhere their baby, Janus couldn’t handle it.

Virgil knows the truth now. How can anything be the same?

Before they can try to figure it out, the doorbell rings.

Janus flinches and Virgil is still busy hugging his Mom to bother with the door.

“I got it,” Remus tells them, answering the door to a man in all black and sunglasses.

“Look, whatever you’re selling, we’re not interested. Try the neighbors across the street. A lot of packages. Maybe they like sunglasses, or whatever you’re situation is-“

“-I’m not selling anything, sir. I’m looking for Remus Duke.”

Turns out, this guy isn’t a salesman. He’s Detective Remy Dormir (idk, I got the name from a human!AU fanart), hired by Roman Hart to find his birth family. (He arranged for this a year before the Dukes moved back to Sanders Bay)

This eventually leads to the discovery that Remus Duke’s father, Romulus King, got a woman pregnant before his passing. By this time, his son Remus had moved far away and changed his name, never successful at pleasing the man.

So yeah, Roman and Remus are half brothers. Which means Virgil’s only friend in Sanders Bay is his half uncle, since Virgil is the biological son of Janus and Remus Duke.

Yeah, there’s no romance between Roman and Virgil. Sorry to disappoint you Roman/Virgil shippers. There’s nothing wrong with that ship, it just doesn’t work for this AU.

That’s all I have so far. If I find that I missed something, I’ll add it later.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remy sanders #I’m probably forgetting something #sanders sides au #sanders side fic #human au #family au

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prodigal-explorer · 29 days

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Do you want to trade vampire aus? Bc me and my friends vampire au has janus and virgil and roman (and remus)

We actually have like 4 bc im obsessed with vampires but like The Main One lol

omg absolutely!!! i would love to!!

here is my vampire au:

Roman is a young teen who is infatuated with everything mythical and magical. He knows everything there is to know about magic, it's an extreme special interest of his. And he has a large forest outside his house that he regularly explores, hoping that he will find a mythical being one day.

And one day, he does.

Janus is a young vampire, the vampiric equivalent of a teenager. And when he and Roman run into each other, Roman treats Janus with kindness and curiosity, which is not what Janus expects. His older brother, Virgil, has always told him that humans are dangerous and back-stabbing. But Janus is a lonely boy, being raised only by Virgil, who is battling an extreme addiction to human blood and working hard to raise Janus and provide for him without coming near humans and risking killing them.

Janus and Roman become fast friends, especially when Roman discovers that Janus is a vampire, and is extremely happy to have finally met a mythical creature. Janus doesn't really feel any extreme craving for Roman's blood because he has never tasted human blood before, so he has no idea what he is missing out on.

Meanwhile, at Roman's house, there is father, Patton, and his older brother Logan is sort of like a ward of the family. Logan is not Roman's biological sibling, nor Patton's biological son. Logan sort of acts as a built-in babysitter for Roman, especially because Patton has gone mad. When Roman was very young, his twin brother, Remus, died in the big forest, and ever since that horrible day, Patton has lost it, insisting that a rabid vampire killed his little boy, and that he vows to find the vampire that did it and kill him, so that he can keep his surviving son, Roman, safe from harm. Every day, he searches in the big forest for the vampire, but as a result, he neglects Roman and Logan, leaving them to their own devices for very long stretches.

Logan thinks this is ridiculous. After all, vampires don't exist! He, and every other human in their lives, believes that Remus fell out of a tree, and that was how he died. But Patton knows the truth.

Eventually, Janus introduces Roman to Virgil, and Roman introduces Janus and Virgil to Logan. It goes about how you would expect: Virgil and Logan both think that the other is strange and shouldn't be trusted, but Roman and Janus work hard to bring the four together, and it eventually works out when Virgil and Logan realize that they have the same goal: to protect their little brothers from harm.

But what happens when Virgil decides to fully trust these humans as well as Janus, and tell them something that he never dared to tell anyone? That the day he realized he needed to stop pursuing human blood was the same day ten years ago, where he found a tiny little boy in the woods and sucked him dry, killing him. And that the little boy looked identical to Roman.

And yeah! That's my AU!! I really really like it, and it gets even angstier when you consider the possibility of Patton discovering Janus and Virgil and figuring out what they are, or Logan realizing that Virgil was indirectly the reason why the family fell apart.

It's just cool. Yeah! I would love to hear about your AU!!

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Here you go!

How did all the kiddies appear?

Patton was brought by a stork

Janus was in a basket at the doorstep

Roman and Remus were found in a cabbage

Logan was found in a berry bush in Thomas' backyard

Virgil just appeared in Thomas home one day

How old are the kids?

Patton-12

Janus-7

Roman and Remus-6

Logan-5

Virgil-3

Fun fact about the kids

Logan- loves bugs; favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate; has glow in the dark pjs

Virgil- Can talk but doesn't talk a lot, unless excited; likes to 👁👁 at people; has a favorite stuffed toy otter named Otter (Do Not Seperate Them); clingy; has difficulty sleeping; favorite ice cream flavor is cherry; likes sharing food

Roman- Will only take a bath if you can convince him he's playing pirates; likes playing tea parties and playing pretend; favorite ice cream flavors are typical kid flavors like cotton candy or bubblegum etc

Remus- Will only take a bath if you can convince him he's playing pirates; likes playing pirates in general; doesn't like playing alone; favorite ice cream flavors are typical kid flavors like cotton candy or bubblegum etc

Janus- scared of bugs; has a patch of scales in the shape of a heart on his tummy; hates waking up; favorite ice cream flavor is pineapple

Patton- He and Janus have a bit of a childish rivalry; favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip.

Other characters:

Thomas is the kids dad

Nico is Thomas' boyfriend and is currently on dad probation

Remy and Emile are the kids babysitters

This is a sort of human adjacent AU

Sometimes weird things happen and people are used to it

All the kids appeared as babies.

The magic universe made Thomas' house expand a bit every time he got a new baby

They have a hairless cat, called nakey

The kids have some small magical things they can do. Patton can slightly influence the weather; the twins can make some small things appear (small things take an hour, the bigger the thing the longer it takes); Virgil's eyes reflect light

Thomas is pretty famous in this au. He's been in some movies and TV shows, and has won a few awards. Nico didn't know that Thomas was famous

Art tag is kiddie doodles

Fanart tag is thomas' fridge art

Fic tags is thomas' storytime

im just gonna pin this ask in the meantime hdhdh thank you so much!!

#ask #i still find so funny that Nico had NO idea that Thomas was famous

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 8 months

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On Death’s Doorstep (pt 33/?)

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Word count: 1407

Rating: Teen

Pairings: platonic Remy&Virgil&Patton, background Anxceit

Warnings: I mean, if you’ve read the rest of this fic then I don’t think there’s anything major or new in this part

Begin section 4: the home stretch

~~~START~~~

As far as afterlives went, Remy’s probably wasn’t going too bad, especially when one considered that she was alive. It could be going better for sure, she could have a bio dad who wasn’t a supervillain, she could not be forced to live in a building with said supervillain bio dad and his supervillain friends, she could have not died at all, but she was now on a first name basis with her favorite superhero — who was not only not homophobic, but actually gay — so always a silver lining.

And Virgil’s son was adorable.

“–And when you get to the top you have to jump!” The five-year-old explained to Remy as she pushed him on the swings in the playground that the supervillains apparently had on the roof of their building.

“Patton, buddy, please don’t jump off the swings, you could hurt yourself,” Virgil begged from the neighboring swing that he was using as a seat.

“Um, but if I get hurt you can make it better,” Patton reasoned sensibly. Children were smart, Remy hadn’t realized how smart they were before — probably because she’d never really been around children younger than her.

“But it would still hurt,” Virgil emphasized. “And it would be scary. For all of us.”

Patton seemed to think about this very seriously before deciding “ok, daddy.”

“I could jump,” Remy mused. The last time she had been on a swing set, she hadn’t been able to fly; it might be fun to jump from the apex of her swing.

“No, because you would get hurt and it’d be scary,” Patton explained.

“Remy can fly, kiddo,” Virgil said. “So she can jump off of things and be alright. But you can’t so I don’t want to catch you trying.”

“Um, but I can fly!” Patton declared.

“Prove it when you’re not on the swing set and then we can talk, alright?”

Patton pouted but made no move to prove his claim.

Soon, the kid grew tired of the swing and asked Remy to help him stop. Once the swing was stopped enough, he jumped off and ran for the big slide. Remy took a seat on his abandoned swing.

“How are you feeling today?” She asked Virgil. He’d been sick, and this was the first day since Remy had first been brought back that she hadn’t seen him involuntarily teleport or accidentally bend light.

“Tired,” he said honestly. “But better than I have in a long time — like I’m whole again, y’know?”

She didn’t really, but she couldn’t imagine being unable to access her powers for months on end. She nodded.

“What about you?” He asked. “How are you feeling– careful, kiddo! Watch your step! –How are you feeling about everything?”

Patton’s laughter carried over the playground easily.

“It’s weird,” Remy admitted. “Really weird.”

She studied the fingers on her left hand. Two of them weren’t hers, but they responded to her commands like they’d been there her entire life

“I’m really sorry.”

Remy shrugged. “Nothing you could have done — about any of it. I’m sorry I took your bed.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to get much use out of it anyway,” Virgil chuckled.

While Virgil had been sick, Remy had spent a lot of time with Gemini — who was actually two different people which made so much sense that Remy was a little mad at herself for not realizing it sooner — as her primary babysitters. At the time, she honestly would have preferred that they just left her alone, but looking back on it, she was glad she wasn’t alone for those first few days.

It was an adjustment, but at least her stepdad wasn't here. She missed her mom.

“Roman’s offered to let us switch apartments with him,” Virgil continued. “He’ll take the third floor and we can have the fourth. He’s got two bedrooms, so it sounds like a good deal, but we’d be closer to Logan’s apartment, so you can say no if you want.”

“Don’t know what difference it’d make,” Remy muttered petulantly. “He already does whatever the hell he wants.”

Virgil chose not to comment, though whether that was his way of agreeing, or just letting it slide, Remy wasn’t sure.

“Daddy!” Patton screeched, barreling into Virgil’s legs. “Can Janus come over for dinner please?”

“Uh,” Remy was fairly certain she wasn’t supposed to notice the hesitant glance he sent her way. She understood that if she had such a problem with Logan, she ought to have at least a little bit of a problem with the other villains in the house, but she was actually warming up to them.

Plus, there may or may not have been a notebook hidden under Remy’s bed at home, filled with her Knightcaster/Serpentine fanart, and she might be geeking out a little bit about the fact that they were actually dating on the inside.

“I don’t mind,” Remy answered as nonchalantly as she could — which must have either been too much or too little based on the suspicious look Virgil leveled her with.

“Alright, bud,” Virgil said once he’d decided that Remy was telling the truth. “Why don’t we go ask them. Do you want to come, Remy?”

“Can I stay here a little longer? I promise I can find my way back on my own,” she tried to make her joke lighthearted, but the sympathetic smile Virgil shot her told her she’d failed.

“Take all the time you need, kid,” Virgil answered. “C’mon, kiddo, let’s go see Jan.”

“YAY!” Patton shrieked, taking Virgil’s hand and pulling him towards the stairwell. Virgil waved at Remy one last time before he and Patton were gone.

Now alone, Remy slumped over. She wanted to go back in time — before her death, before she became a vigilante, before her mom met Mike.

Maybe even before her mom left Logan.

Life is so simple when you’re young, and right now Remy felt old beyond her years — maybe Logan had gotten her transplants from an older body, maybe that’s where all this newfound age came from.

Remy started swinging, her gaze fixed on the clear blue sky. There was nothing stopping her from leaving; there was a whole wide world out there, and no one but the people in this building would be looking for a deceased teenage vigilante. She could start over somewhere, anywhere.

She thought back to what Patton had said and jumped at the apex of her swing. She allowed herself to drift steadily upwards, thinking maybe she could just drift away; instead, she found herself running into an invisible barrier about twenty feet up that got ahold of her, and pushed her gently around towards the edge of the building before plopping her back onto the roof, like a slow, invisible slide.

Curious.

A barrier like that must have a generator somewhere, so logically, Remy went to look for it. It wasn’t on the playground, so that left the garden, or Logan’s work area. While Logan’s area was the obvious choice, he also probably had all sorts of security to get into it, so Remy checked the garden first, just to be sure.

It wasn’t in the garden.

There were security cameras watching the fence that divided off the roof — similar cameras had been set up in Virgil’s apartment the first night Remy had been there, though those had disappeared by the second night — but Remy decided to ignore them. Let Logan be mad at her if he wanted, Remy didn’t give a shit.

The fence was reinforced, but the gate seemed to just have a keypad as a security measure. For an eight digit code like the pad was asking for, there were one hundred million possible combinations one could try, and Remy definitely didn’t have the time — or the patience — to try them all.

She put in her own birthday, and when that didn’t work, she put it in the European way. The gate opened.

Inside were some stargazing equipment, a station that looked to be monitoring the weather, some locked cabinets, and a large generator.

Remy considered the generator for a minute. It would be easy enough to disable — then she could go anywhere.

In the end, she left the generator untouched. Patton would be sad if she failed to show up for dinner, and she’d hate for him to end up hurt if no one thought to switch the generator back on after she was gone.

~~~END~~~

Didn’t give this one my usual editing process ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Not sure how long this section will be (don’t currently have an outline other than I know what the next two chapters will be) but we’re just gonna get into it. Might end up being on the longer side, contrarywise, might end up the shortest one, who knows? Certainly not me :)

I will do my best to neither rush the ending, nor drag it out

ODD taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14

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How A Would Become A Vampire, Why? : An Essay

Dante and Virgil in Hell (1850)

I would like to note that this essay topic choked me in my sleep and I have been writing it ever since.

When it comes to vampires, I wouldn’t say I’m technically the most well versed in it. However, I have seen Twilight a handful of times and did indulge in My Babysitter’s A Vampire as a child, so I feel very qualified to speak about this.

Through my blind qualifications, I have indeed thought about the blood consumption the most. And it’s been a rather daunting thing to think about because in reality, there is no legally possible was for me to test this as a human in this society. But I have bit my tongue a handful of times, and the blood I’ve tasted from that is ENTIRELY too metallic for my pleasure and it is bound to make me queasy (like every other human) if I consumed mass amounts of it.

But then this begs another question, would I even taste it as a vampire?

When a vampire bites someone, it is assumed that the fangs puncture, and work like straws. At least, I assume that. So then, with that being said, unlike any other species— where I might need to rip a human to shreds to eat them, and in return, taste a lot of blood— as a vampire, I wouldn’t need to worry too much about that. Because while yes, some might catch my tongue, I am here to ASSUME that my fangs will do all the work. (I will assume these holes will be equivalent to that of a Gaboon viper for example)

“But A, you’re a human right now, how will you even turn into a vampire?”

I’m so glad you asked. Assumed that the people who have reported vampire sightings AREN’T lying, I have a good amount of places I can try to visit. However, I am based in the United States and a lot of the sightings of vampires have happened on the COMPLETE other side of the country. So travel fair will have to come into account, but since I am on a trip to becoming the most badass immortal monster known to man, money shouldn’t be an issue since these are very mortal issues.

For example, during my research I found that someone had sighted vampires in New Orleans. Now assuming that this is fact, I would have to book a flight to New Orleans ASAP, maybe Vampires travel, I would have to find them immediately.

Now, I can risk my mortal life on Spirit Airlines and take a 3hr and 33m flight for only $161. But, what if I die? What if the plane crashes before I get to become an immortal? Unacceptable, if you ask me. So we’re just gonna have to work a little harder, and gather up the cold, hard cash for the averaging $346 flight with United or something. Even though those flights take longer. Upwards of 6 hrs.

Landing in New Orleans, time is money. Literally. I’m still human, I need to eat, shit, sleep, breathe, etc. We’re trying to NOT have to do… the latter that is implied here. I could, at this point, contact the person who sighted this vampire and ask where… but then that’ll make me look like a creep or give away what I’m trying to do. And we can’t have either of that kind of slander here, so we’ll just do it the harder way.

If you’re cultured, then you’ve seen Disney’s ‘Princess And The Frog’ and know that there’s always shady individuals lurking in the shadows. Or vampires! Praying that the shadow-man doesn’t snatch me from the depths of the alleyways, the best case scenario would be that I run into a vampire by the second night there. So we’ll run with the best case scenario and say that I do.

“A, that’s great and all but what the hell are you going to give an out-and-about vampire you run into in the middle of the night?”

Jewelry, of course! And, knowing that vampires can’t be around silver, I would give over my gold-platted Protector St. Christopher necklace that I have obtained from a local cathedral. They’re vampires, not demons, they’ll love it. And gold will always complement nice, glistening skin. And in hopes that they take my offering, I would then gladly propose my idea. And PRAY they accept.

They accept, after I bug them with the word ‘please’ for 28 minutes. And they bite my wrist, because my neck is extremely too sensitive and I might pull their head off their body, if they do, with one of the most diabolical uppercuts of the century. And bada-bing-bada-boom, I’m a vampire.

A quick google search of ‘Vampire Powers’ tells me that vampires have the following:

Immortality

(Extra) senses

Regeneration

Super durability (though I’m 1 apple tall, use this sparingly)

Telekinesis

Flight/Scaling Walls/Parkour GOD

Enhanced Anticipation (I already anticipate all there is to anticipate, I don’t know how much more I could handle)

(Extra) speed (height might cause me to roadrunner into a wall)

Blood empowerment

Drain power

Sharp fingernails (might cut them, I hate having long nails)

(Extra) strength

Venom (spitting-cobra core)

Despite me being the height of the Barbie doll and/or the fake guillotine your parents bought you as a child, I believe I can do substantially well with these powers. And that is what I’m going to close this essay off with.

First off, the flight/wall scaling is a no brainer. Have you seen those people in Twilight fly? And how tall they are? Yeah, I’d launch. I’m also a big biter as a human, the science behind it? I’m not sure. So me accidentally feeding off people I care about might be a problem, but hey, it’d be with affection. And I’d never go hungry. I’m also not sure why, but when I think of super speed I think of “RELEASE THE BABY!” from The Croods (2013). And if I can be as fast as that baby? Unstoppable.

I also, mildly, almost dress the part. If you add red accents to what I already wear, I’d fit right in.

Thank you for your time,

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