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Here Comes the Sun (pt5)

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Summary: After the second worst day of his life, Virgil wakes up and goes to find out where his best friend and the guy he tried to kidnap ended up. For some reason all of this feels like the calm before a storm.

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Chapter Five: Flood Warning

The Rules had been a mostly drunk joke between them. It had happened a few weeks into them travelling together: they had come to stupid little town in the middle of nowhere and all the people were hateful to them even after Remus had taken care of their Vulcan infestation and returned both a kidnapped teenage girl and an older guy that had gotten taken host by the creatures Take Over Magic to the village.

Remus had threatened to destroy a few of their buildings and that at least had sent most of them scurrying for cover in their own houses with the thunder warning them to not come back out. The bar owner in particular had been a nasty fellow, so Remus and Virgil unanimously agreed that they would raid his place, get drunk, and then skip town before the Magic council was called on them or an actually sanctioned guild showed.

That was the night that Remus had told him Everyone Leaves.

And Virgil had responded with What if I didn’t? Because he’d been drunk and an idiot and Remus was the safest place he had ever known. 

“We need a set of rules,” Virgil had said, washing himself over the counter, nearly placing his face into the interesting patterned wood grooves.

“I like breaking rules,” Remus had said, draining the last of his barrel of wine. Virgil had laughed at his face when he tossed the empty barrel to the side, woozy at the idea of how his liver was still functioning. He had been so glad that he hadn’t taken Remus up on that drinking bet earlier.

“No,” Virgil said. “No, I mean like… our rules. Rules for us. We make them and keep them and stuff.”

“Sounds boring, Virgie.”

“Your face sounds boring.”

Remus grinned with all his teeth on display and Virgil had flicked wine-flavored water at him because his clothes had just started drying out from the fight and that was illegal or something.

“You pick the first one,” Virgil said. “I’ll make the second.”

“Hmmmmm,” Remus leaned back on the bar stool so far Virgil thought he’d fall. He thought about lunging to catch him if he did fall, but the world was pleasantly swimming and Virgil figured if he stood up he’d condense himself into a puddle and forget how to turn back to a human.

“Rule Number One!” Remus said. “No Killing Each Other!”

“You couldn’t kill me even if you tried,” Virgil said. “Fine. Rule Number Two! No Killing Anyone Else!”

Very Sensible. Killing people would get them arrested and stuff. Remus was laughing at him, but it didn’t sound mean. Remus was never really mean to Virgil.

“Rule Three! No Talking About Shit The Other Doesn’t Like!” Remus says. “No askin ‘bout my brother, no forcing you to talk about your parents, nothing about from before we met unless we wanna. And other things too, if we think of ‘em.”

Virgil nodded along with it, nearly sliding off the bar counter. 

“Rule Four! Never Go Where the Other Can’t Follow!”

It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

A great one actually. He’d been so fucking proud of it; everyone leaves, but not Virgil. Everyone gets tired of the rain, but not Remus.

He wouldn’t need anyone to actually love him; if they both just followed the rules and pretended like it, one day Virgil might be able to trick himself into believing it and that stormcloud over his head would go away. 

***

Virgil wakes up in cold water, his human form diluted off and the bottom of the basin covered in mud and minerals. He’s decently surprised: both him and Remus must have been in bad enough moods that Remus didn’t even attempt to come in here and unplug the drain and send him sloshing out of the pipes for shits and giggles.

It doesn't bode well. There’s a distinct difference between The Lack of Remus (curious, entertaining, possibly amusing) and The Lack of Remus (VERY FUCKING BAD). Virgil likes to think that he’s familiar enough with his best friend and their whole situation to know which one this is, not that it takes more than a few seconds of struggling to form a thought to also remember the previous… everything.

Virgil's head is still throbbing with the tell tale feeling of a headache even before he manages to convince the water that makes up his body to come back together to form his head. Honestly, he's beginning to think that Logan's "Evil Orb" attack hurt him a lot more than previously suggested-- which considering that Virgil’s pain index is on another scale entirely... well it certainly says something about that fight. Pure magic attacks always were finicky when interacting with him: whatever elements made up "evil" probably dissolved into water really well.

Virgil chose not to even consider if Logan knew or didn’t know about that. Targeted attack or not, the fact was that Virgil was feeling the aftereffects of it and wasn’t a fan and it was impeding his ability to go find Remus and….

And do something.

What a pain.

Instead he draws his form back together, careful to keep the minerals and mud off his form as he painstakingly adds drop by drop into himself. A leg, an arm, ten fingers, ten toes, mouth, eyes, nose, heart-- He focuses for a moment on the poison, prodding it to see if he might be able to convince it to drop into the mud as well, but in the end he backs off. Much better to be alive with the curse on him, than have whatever's left of his body discovered by Remus whenever he decides to come looking because the sun appeared in the sky and…. Did whatever the sun does.

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for his clothes to form again after he has most of the standard human look back in the right order; the black material traces the edges of his preferred form, wrapping around his limbs to secure the shapes of each so he didn’t have to waste 90% of his focus on remembering to keep the heights of his kneecaps the same so he could walk. It had been a pain to get it made and it had cost a fortune, which had made the other kids at the orphanage upset-- something about it not being fair that Virgil got new clothes when they didn’t just because he was a freak-- and the orphanage leader had picked out the color herself without his input, citing that black went with everything. 

It had been his one gift throughout the years.

Virgil had thought about picking up a ColorS just to change the color of it, but the devices were never programmed with a shade of purple that he liked (too dark, too red, too pink…). He’d have much better luck reaching out to the developer in Clover City and with a swatch of the color he wanted and just paying for a second suit.

But like. Money.

His head pounds. It’s too early to be thinking about money problems. Or any problems. Or just… thinking in general.

Light streams in from the windows, a hazy gray that's accompanied by a light sprinkle, that feels more like being sprayed with a squirt gun than actual rain. Virgil watches it start to get harder as his body and brain wakes back up more and more. An inverse relationship: the more Virgil is awake, the further away the mythical sun is from sight.

The good news is that it’s day again. The bad news is he’s not sure what day.

His leftover pocket materials are still where he left them on the floor, along with a tipped over bottle of soap he doesn’t remember dropping anymore than he remembers not dropping. It doesn’t seem like Remus had been in here; nothing’s too out of place from what he remembers. But that also doesn’t mean shit: Remus sometimes went whole weeks without proper hygiene because he just didn’t care enough, until Virgil physically forced him to take care of his body before he killed someone from the stench alone.

((Remus, of course, had thought that was an excellent attack ability to add to his repertoire. Virgil had strictly vetoed it by drenching him with water every three hours until he promised to take his own showers.))

Virgil shifts around slightly, testing tentatively his weight on his legs again, as he gathers up what was left of his supplies. The paper money hadn’t been touched-- still the same measly amount that he’d brought on his adventure yesterday that had come right out of his savings-- the multitool he spends a few seconds checking the springs and hinges to see if the rain or mud had gotten to it. He crumples up the map of Magnolia and specifically that nice little townhouse in the hope that maybe ruining the picture would ruin the memory too.

But then he shifts too far and the minimal lighting catches on a bit of silver on the sink counter.

Out of all the things, the spoons look the most sadly pathetic and out of place in their bathroom. Virgil’s hands hesitate before he picks one up, the pad of his thumb tracing over the simple pattern on them. He tries to imagine the faces of those Star Burst members when they realized that Virgil had made off with their spoons. 

Daydream-Logan is endlessly baffled by it, theorizing on the hundreds of things that Virgil might have needed spoons for in the middle of a kidnapping, going as far as to wonder if the kidnapping was a cover up for the theft, and daydream- Roman is fuming throwing out insults that daydream- Patton tells him aren’t nice, to which there’s the snapped reply that Virgil isn’t nice. It’s amusing right up until daydream-Envy and daydream-Malice burst in through the windows and destroy the entire daydream-apartment and kill daydream-Roman and daydream- Logan and kidnap a still crying daydream-Patton.

He shoves the spoons into his pockets with a clatter; It’s too early to be thinking about that, too.

He creeps out of the bathroom, but doesn’t mean much. Remus isn't in the room and there���s no sign that he had been there for a while. His bed is untouched from where Virgil remembered him lounging yesterday when he’d come back, the hilt of that sword he’d been snacking on was still tossed carelessly by the door, Remus’s boots and his leather jacket were gone from the sad pile of dirty laundry Remus liked to keep in the corner to scare Virgil at 2am.

 Virgil's stomach twists at the memory of his face last night: both his dragon force coming out and the idea that he'd rather not talk about one day escaping than risk hoping for it before finishing with the final blow of the casual, painful way he had implied that Thomas Sanders would never want him.

Normally they would pretend it never happened; Remus would make a clever insulting remark about Virgil's generally terrible deposition and Virgil would snark back something about stupid looking outfits and ride along with the conversation from there because it was as close as either of them could get to apologies without breaking into hives. If it was super bad, there would be food based bribery involved.

It's not like Remus to run away first.

Which means something bad is going on and Virgil slept through Act I of it. 

His poncho is hanging over the heater, dried and cleaned from the mud that had been on it yesterday-- he checks the clock by his bed, and yep, it’s been nearly twelve hours. Remus must have really felt bad if he went ahead and washed it himself even though Virgil has other ponchos he can wear, and Remus doesn’t even know what a washing machine is.

Well. Virgil isn’t going to make a man grovel. 

He grabs it off the hanger and slips it on relishing in the buzzing feeling he calls warmth, as close to a hug from Remus as he’ll get for now. It smells like Vanilla, aka Virgil’s personally preferred detergent that Remus doesn’t even like, much less keep in stock.

Oh.

 Oh, he really felt bad.

Virgil feels bad for how much Remus feels bad about this. Honestly it wasn’t even like Remus was wrong. Virgil had been overreacting and acting like a brat; Remus had just revealed that his entire childhood had been wiped out by murderers who got away with it and his brother was alive and fine and apparently never really considered that Remus might have survived at all and all Virgil could think about is that he was sad that the greatest good mage in the world wouldn’t like him after he kidnapped and nearly drowned three of the man’s guild members.

It’s so stupid. He owes Remus an apology, and he’s not sure spoons are enough for it.

He wrings his hands through his poncho and promises himself that he’ll buy Remus some like rusted tire irons or something next time he’s able to. Remus liked rusted things from what Virgil remembered; it added flavor or texture or something to the metal that he liked to gnaw. Sometimes if Virgil brought him back a big enough metal item, he’d turn it into something else like mini statues that fit in the palm of Virgil’s hand with remarkable details down to the folds in the fabrics that left Virgil particularly confused about where he learned to do that and why are these so well made?

((Remus’s answer always is just a grin and him asking if Virgil wants to find out what else his tongue is good at.))

He laces his shoes, hanks up his hood, and takes a deep breath.

The door was still damaged from last night; in fact it’s in a worse shape now, considering it looked like Remus forwent trying to keep the hinges intact. There’s a solid inch gap between the wall and the door now and two noticeable boot sized prints in the poor metal door. Honestly, Virgil is a little surprised the noise of Remus leaving hadn’t woken the dead back up, much less woken up Virgil from his nice little coma-nap.

Virgil tries not to think too hard about it all. He dodges through the gap and reforms on the other side of the door, stretching out his watery form and testing his control as he walks towards the common areas.

As much as Virgil hates the idea…if Remus is answering a call from Guildmaster Clay, then Virgil should probably position himself somewhere to find out where Remus was. It wasn’t often that Clay went to the trouble of separating them: the fact that Virgil stayed instead of running that first night, the fact that Virgil had gone a one on one with Greed for Remus’s contract, the fact that Virgil and Remus had did everything together had alerted even the Guildmaster to the idea that they worked better together than apart. 

((Honestly, it was really the fact that Clay separated them for this that spelled Virgil’s own loss against Roman, Patton, and Logan. If Remus had been there…. Well it wouldn’t have been quiet, but it sure as hell would have been quick and successful.

Together they could get anything done. And if Virgil was ever in the mood for a terrible, agonizing death, he’d even tell that to the Guildmaster himself.))

For most of Remus’s missions and jobs it was understood that Virgil would be right along next to him, lurking like a shadow, covering all his blindspots. It wasn’t like anyone else the Guildmaster sent to supervise Remus would do it. As such, Virgil’s place was generally beside Remus. If he wasn’t there it was because he was given orders to do something else and it was better to stay out of his way until he got it done. 

But Virgil highly doubted that the Guildmaster would be even remotely pleased to see Virgil’s face. At best he’d be interrupting a plan, at worst Virgil would be inviting his own murder to happen and Remus would live on thinking forever that Virgil was upset at him. So that’s a no.

It was likely that by now Malice and Envy were back. They were always generally in decent moods if Virgil entertained their need to boast about how they won their battles, and probably wouldn’t be against sending Virgil towards Remus (most likely with a jovial threat to deliver like Virgil is Remus’s errand boy). But Virgil didn’t know if he could stomach listening politely to whatever Malice did to Logan--embellished or not-- and he definitely wouldn’t be able to keep cool with Envy started showing off her crystals of concentrated Dragon Slayer Magic she pulled out of Roman before he could even manifest a candle light. So no to both of them.

Pride wasn’t the type of person that Virgil trusted himself to be around. If Virgil moved too fast he could still feel the buzz of electricity coursing through him, boiling him inside and without someone to tell him that Virgil was necessary for whatever grand big plan, Pride wouldn’t bother stopping an attempt to kill him. 

That leaves…. Greed.

Well. The bright side is at least Virgil always knows where Greed likes to lurk.

***

Virgil hears the raspy wet coughing laugh long before he actually sees Greed.

The script mage looks unextraordinary compared to other members of the guild: he has none of the flashy bejeweled outfits that Envy likes to flaunt around to make people look and remember, none of Malice’s warped scars that speak of how little he cares about keeping his enemies in one piece, and none of Pride’s pretentious, precocious aura which maintains a fifteen foot radius of personal space around him at all times. What Greed does have is a gnarled spine that causes him to slump over nearly half his height and walk with a cane, and a long overcoat riddled with age and which trails after him by nearly a whole foot, making him appear like just another old man who is still in denial that his prime had long passed. His skin is graying out, spotted in strange places, and clinging to his bones so loosely that Virgil always gets the impression that the flabs are seconds away from dripping right off him. His hair had been white and wispy since before the founding of the Magic Council and very clearly it hasn’t gotten any more flushed. He squints very hard when he first meets someone new as if he can’t see them all that well, and can hear them even less well.

He looks like a man who is desperately alone, desperately sad without grandchildren to take care of him; a man whom the gracious guildmaster had offered to take into his business to give him a bit of purpose in what remained of his sad, lonely life.

That had been Virgil’s first impression of him (back when he and Remus were eighteen and giddy with disbelief that a guild might actually want them) and he still gets furious with his younger self for having felt pity for the guy who looked like a stiff breeze might have knocked him over directly into a grave.

“Still alive, are you?” The man croaks out, part of a cough wet and raspy and Virgil finds himself wishing that it would develop into an incurable disease already. “The guildmaster is going soft in his old age. In my day, your kind wouldn’t have made it back from your first job, much less survived long enough to screw up as much as you do.”

“Do you practice these lines in the mirror?” Virgil asks, doing his best to keep his hands out of sight in his poncho lest Greed see how much he’s actually shaking. “Or does being an asshole that no one likes just something you know how to do naturally?”

The man wallows out a wet laugh again, leaning on his cane and showing off his yellowed teeth. “Careful, Boy. You better be sure this guild won’t miss you before you start throwing around challenges like that.”

Virgil’s decently sure that no one would miss Greed too terribly much either. Vastly over assuming his value to the Guildmaster is a hobby that Virgil thinks the man would enjoy. Right along with trapping teenagers in unbreakable contracts and haunting a library of tomes detailing forgotten magics he didn’t think anyone else was worthy of even looking at. Virgil managed to sneak into the library only once, searching for Remus’s contract that Greed kept behind layers and layers of traps, but in the end the thing that had fucked him the most was Guildmaster Clay putting a hand on Virgil’s collarbone and saying “You know better than to try that again now, don’t you? You can keep this as a reminder, Virgil.”

Virgil shakes off the memory, pretending like he doesn’t notice the rain rapping against the windows in a very telling way. Based on Greed’s gurgle, it doesn’t get past him either.

“Do you know where Remus is?” Virgil grinds out.

“Yes.”

Virgil waits for more and the man continues with his uneven pace right by Virgil as if he hadn’t said anything at all. For a moment Virgil considers throwing the full force of his Water Cane at his hobbling weak form and seeing if the ancient protection runes magic carved into his limbs under his cloak could protect him from being torn apart at point blank range.

((Of course if it had been that easy, Remus never would have been stuck here in the first place.))

“Where,” Virgil says, between his teeth, “can I find Remus?”

“One day you aren’t going to be able to keep mooching off that boy,” Greed spits. “Although I supposed that’s the only way your kind survives in these ages, isn’t it? Those damned Magic Counsel fools writing those laws declaring you creatures humans, making it a crime to send you back to the elements you came from! If it were up to me--”

 “We don’t have to do the whole song and dance every time--”

”--You hover over that boy’s shoulder, taking credit for the good work he does for the guildmaster, siphoning off his potential, and pitifully whining at the guildmaster until he gives you another chance, just to disappoint--”

“Will you just tell me!” Virgil says.

“--mannerless, talentless--”

“Why did I even bother!” Virgil hisses out. Thunder rumbles outside the castle, and Virgil spins on his heel away from that asshole of an old man, mentally hoping that the guy drops dead in an hour or two. He supposes it's also thoughts like that, that would make him a terrible Star Burst mage. 

“It’s your fault!” Greed adds. “That Malice and Envy ended up getting as hurt as they did! Those damn brats were supposed to be your problem but then you went and screwed that up and now both of them are in the infirmary--”

Virgil freezes. “What?”

Because it sounds like Greed is saying that Malice and Envy lost. He makes it sound like Roman and Patton and Logan managed to fend off two of Shadow Force with less than no warning and no real powers thanks to Envy’s magic. He makes it sound like the Star Burst’s Mages were still alive and that Virgil failing his task hadn’t signed their death warrants.

“Wipe that look off your face, Boy,” Greed says. “They still completed the mission you should have done, you useless, waste of--”

“Greed.”

The old man stops immediately in what he’s saying, but Virgil knows better than to be relieved at that. From the shadows (like an asshole with too much time on his hands), Pride strolls out, eyes narrowed and unimpressed with the situation. The air seems to tense around them, charged with electricity that triggers all of Virgil’s fight-or-flight instincts and the scent of burning flesh wafts between all three of them for a second. 

“The Guildmaster requests your presence, Greed,” Pride says, with a sneer that speaks to volumes about how Pride feels about being used as a messenger, when he’s… well, Pride. Lightning flickers over his shoulder, tastefully suggesting all the terrible things he could do with it and Virgil and a dark hallway that everyone avoids.

Greed humphs, shifting his grip on his walking stick. He turns away from Virgil, cloak trailing after him like a snake and Virgil considers stepping on it and watching the man choke and fall over. Pride, however, is watching him, and Virgil knows better than to move without permission.

The rain batters the windows, distant lightning briefly illuminating the sky to the rhythm of Virgil’s heartbeat. It’s a long moment, where Virgil balances on the precipice of throwing himself through the floorboards and hoping he can make it to the room underneath them without too much trouble before Pride decides to eliminate him entirely for his own entertainment.

It wouldn’t take much. Barely a twitch of Pride’s fingers, and Virgil is fast but even he’s not faster than light. The energy would hum in his body, stiffening his limbs until he turned into a doll and then Pride could simply tilt his head and send all that racing towards that poison in Virgil’s chest. Virgil would feel the excruciating pain, maybe even get a chance to scream before he exploded into thousands of droplets of watered down poison and his consciousness had nothing to cling to at all. 

Remus would know he was gone by the way that sun glittered on the dew drops, by the way that he realizes that he hasn’t heard the sound of rain in a while, by the way he turns around and there’s no annoying rain witch standing in his blind spot like a shadow he can’t get rid of--

“Remus is downstairs in the cellars,” Pride says. “Go.”

And then he turns away heading back down the halls as if the interaction had never happened and Virgil wasn’t worth his time and Virgil hadn’t been certain that his own death was about to occur.

Virgil pretends the tremble in his hands is from the rush of knowing where to find Remus.

***

Honestly, Virgil isn’t sure the cellars in Chimera Tongue’s castle-shaped Guildhall had a truly thought out purpose. They were nearly always damp and cold due to the fact that Virgil keeps the entire region decently flooded and miserable with his storm, and the fact that the stones used to build the castle and its foundations were about as good at insulation as Virgil was at turning off his storm.

Thus, guild members don’t tend to like going into them very often. The cellars hadn’t housed alcohol since before Virgil had first arrived, and he highly doubted that it would after Virgil’s mysteriously unimportant disappearance and other than having empty cavernous rooms with little light, there weren’t any upsides to going down there.

Remus and Virgil had been together a few times, looking for a place to spar when they weren’t on a job and didn’t want to deal with other people. But as their ability to read each other had grown, the need for space to utilize more moves or create new ones had also grown, and Remus had gotten a taste for kicking people out of the way when he wanted to use a space in the upstairs gym areas.

Virgil skips using the doors to check which of the cellars Remus is in. It’s far easier to borrow the pipes and slip through the unsealed cracks in the walls without having to worry about anyone else asking what he’s doing wandering around in the dark and possibly doing something about it.

And well…Virgil doesn’t believe in ghosts, but he’s also not going to tempt fate into making him a believer by just… waltzing around in a possibly haunted basement. Of all places to be haunted, Chimera Tongue’s Guildhall would surprise Virgil the least.

The first two cellars are empty, without dust even being remotely disturbed. It’s quiet as a tomb in all of them, and Virgil is about to suspect that Pride sent him on a wild goblin chase when he plops into the third and finds it surprisingly halfway full of people loitering around like it was a funeral wake. 

Bewildered, Virgil shifts back into his human form, settling on a support beam over their heads encased in shadows that make the prospects of spiders clinging increase tenfold. All at once dozens of more human senses come back: the murky scent of perpetually wet earth, the faint taste of rain and a distinct lack of any type of tingling that might suggest warmth. If Virgil was a creature that actually breathed in the sense of taking in oxygen from the air and pushing it back out, he would have expected his breath to condense as he searched through the heads of guild members for Remus. 

It’s not even remotely hard to find him.

Remus is wearing mostly black today, with green accents and silver chains whose ringing are the only noise this far beneath the castle. The cut of his shirt is jagged and harsh and leaves enough skin showing for his guildmark to be on full display to everyone even with his leather jacket on, which Virgil knows Remus hates people being able to see. He’s sitting on a long forgotten and abandoned table, one foot up on the flat surface, next to a brown paper bag that seems to have been untouched for a while. He’s looking bored out of his mind and angry about it as he swings his free foot back and forth and causes the slight tingtingting of his metal laced laces to make contact with one another. 

At each cling the entire room seems to hold its breath, waiting to see if Remus is going to pounce on the nearest person and start giving them free dental work to solve the apparent lack of entertainment.

Nearby Remus, just out of reach, is a smaller form sitting against the side of the table curled into a ball and slightly shaking. It takes Virgil far too long to recognize him.

Patton doesn’t look good, not that Virgil expected him to. He was familiar enough with Malice and Envy’s particularly sadistic form of hospitality to be surprised that Patton has all of his fingers. 

From his vantage point above, he’s able to see that Patton is covered in bumps and bruises so dense that Virgil can’t tell where one starts and others ends. There’s a shallow scrape along his cheek, something too deliberate to have been a battle accident: Virgil has a sneaking suspicion that if he got close enough he’d be able to see what freckles Malice was playing dot-to-dot with on Patton’s face. 

His arms are bound at the wrists with coarse rope behind his back, tight enough to leave uncomfortable marks digging into his skin every time he twitches. He is sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest, and although his ankles weren’t tied, his head is bent in a way that suggests he realized that running wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Virgil can make out the cracks in his glasses where some not-so-gentle force had been applied in order to get him from his safe and cozy Star Burst home to their damp and dark and miserable castle. 

It seems like Malice and Envy didn’t give Patton a chance to activate one of his tracking cards.

Or simply, there was no one to come for him anymore. Like a phone call that will never be answered.

Virgil wonders if Remus had realized that Roman might be dead, or if he cared at all. He isn’t sure how he himself felt other than very super awfully terribly bad.

He didn’t like Roman, and didn’t like him even more after knowing that he chose himself over Remus, chose Patton over Remus, chose and acted like Remus should have still been grateful to call him “brother”, but part of him thought about the pure grief in Remus’s body, about all the words that Remus deserved a chance to say to Roman, about how closure was a lot harder to get when you wanted it from ghosts. 

Also he kinda liked Logan-- annoyance about his assumption that Virgil didn’t try to control his power aside. He was intimidating and strange in the same way that Remus was intimidating and strange, even if his intimidation came from being far smarter than Virgil, where as Remus’s was from being far stronger and a lot more insane at times.

There are a few other guys around, none that Virgil recognizes enough by name. He thinks he saw one of them use gun magic once, and another picto magic, but honestly…they're grunts. The guildmaster probably doesn't even know their faces and he probably would toss them into a losing battle as fodder for fun.

((The grunts don't know that of course. They think they're powerful, part of an elite force, something to be feared. They've never been invited to a fancy study and been handed a contract and watched their best friend try to carve off his skin after he signed his name…))

“Jeez,” Virgil says, letting his voice echo in the otherwise silent room and forcing the weakness out of his mind for now. “Remind me never to let you babysit again.”

Most of the grunts startle, which is somewhat amusing to see in the corner of his vision: sparks of light, a few curses, that break the tenuous silence, and the jerky movements of them trying to get back into their intimidating dick measuring stances while still looking around for the source of the disembodied voice. Virgil’s been making people jump at shadows since he was seven but there’s something magical about seeing grown men suddenly fear for their lives.

The only two people who look up are Remus and Patton.

Patton’s clearly been on edge for far longer than his rich heir or his Star Burst mage body knows how to manage, but also he seems to relax a bit when he recognizes that the newcomer is someone he’s met before. Virgil does not think too long about that-- he doesn’t think about it at all actually. Nope. No thinking. He doesn’t even know what he would do with the realization that maybe Patton felt a modicum of safety in Virgil’s presence, like Virgil was likely to be a wall between him and all the bad people down below and it wouldn’t end with both of them dead.

Remus tilts his head just enough to let Virgil know that he also picked up on the way that Patton’s shoulders had shifted down just a bit and his breathing had hitched and then evened out. But beyond that, in atypical-for-Remus fashion he doesn’t make a move to acknowledge it.

Virgil thinks he might be too busy trying to wipe the relief of seeing Virgil wearing the hoodie he painstakingly cleaned before any of the grunts noticed.

“Oh, hello there, Bath Water,” Remus says cheerily, dropping his foot to the ground and shooting to his feet with an excited maniac energy that definitely causes the grunts to look nervous and back up. Most of them have enough common sense to learn from past mistakes of getting caught in Remus's bad moods. The few that don’t…well they don't usually survive for round two. “I thought you were dead!”

“Unfortunately for us both, I still draw breath on this wretched plane of existence.” Virgil says, stretching as he teeters on the beam above them, watching Remus’s hands for any sign of metal expanding over them. “How long was I out for?”

“Twelve hours, give or take,” Remus waves a hand theatrically in the air as if he hasn’t been worried about him, hasn’t been counting the minutes down, hasn’t been missing Virgil at all. “I would have woken you, but I was enjoying the sunshine, shithead.”

There’s a fierceness to Remus’s grin. His tongue piercing rolls over his teeth with a clink clink clink, but Virgil can get the underlying message easily without it. Clay had called him with an order to assign him to this babysitting job, and Remus had complied.

At least there aren’t any bleeding marks on his arms from what Virgil can see. Virgil counts his blessings, if that could even be counted as a blessing. It seemed that more and more, Remus stopped fighting back and that knowledge paired with their unfinished conversation from last night doesn’t bode well for his mental state.

Virgil doesn’t know what he’ll do if Remus gives up. He doesn’t know what he can do. Hope the Magic Council arrests them both and puts them in a cell together, pretty please?

“Yeah, well, hope you enjoyed the sun while it was here,” Virgil says, boredly because he’s heard every variation of the sun is better than your company and Remus doesn’t actually mean it. Probably. “I’m here to ruin everyone’s lives now. Whoop-de-doo.”

“Aw, and you don’t even try.”

Patton makes a sharp wounded noise. Virgil tells himself that it's because Patton breathed too deep and a broken rib caused a pinch of pain, rather than entertain the idea that Patton had almost just defended Virgil against a Metal Dragon Slayer who put rebars through people on a whim sometimes.

“Got something to add, Ace?” Remus snarls at the card mage and Patton shakes his head. “That’s what I thought. Go back to pretending like you have Roman’s dick in your mouth.”

“Now that was crossing a line,” Virgil sighs, as fury so white hot crossed over Patton’s face that even some of the grunts inched backwards. Remus, however, doesn’t look even remotely intimidated: arms behind his head, each of his metal rings clink, clink, clinking together as he flexes his hands like he’s imagining gripping Virgil’s neck and squeezing. 

“If he didn’t want me to say it, he wouldn’t act like the sun shines out of Roman’s ass,” Remus snaps. 

“If you were jealous of your twin's ass, you could have just asked me for an affirmation,” Virgil says. “I’d let you know that yours is flatter any day.”

"If you wanted me to paint the walls with your insides, you just had to say the word, Virgin! Three more days of sunshine coming right-fucking-up.”

“It doesn’t feel like it would be enough,” Virgil comments with part of a yawn to show just how impressed by the threat he is. Virgil leans against the supporting beam, making sure that Remus can see his bored expression from down there. “I need like three more decades of straight sleep.”

“I can arrange that. I would be fucking peachy to arrange that,” Remus says, cracking his knuckles so loudly that the sound echoes in the room. His black nail polish glints in the low light. “Though I should warn you that no amount of beauty sleep is going to fix your face when I’m done with it.”

“Careful, Remus, or people are going to start assuming you have standards.”

He grins with all his pointed teeth, metal creeping over his neck, shiny and unbreakable even against Virgil’s strongest pressurized water attack. “What exactly are you doing here, other than being extremely punchable, Wastewater? Don’t you have somewhere else to be where you can disappoint your dead parents a bit more?”

“Ouch,” Virgil comments blandly. “Are we at the dead parents' jokes, already?”

He pretends he doesn’t notice how their large audience is quietly watching their back and forth with very little variety of expressions on their faces. Most of them are taking steps back, carving out an arena that Remus looks far too hungry to see, to feel, to use. The tension along Remus’s shoulders reads like a fucking book: the bumbling, brash, bubbling need to destroy something whether it be someone else or himself. Patton looks too soft, too worried, too nervous and Virgil forces himself not to glance at him and ask why do you look worried for me? Why do you care what happens to me? Why do I make you feel safer after everything I did to you?

Virgil swallows and tugs the brim of his hood higher over his head. “Came to see what you were up to, Loser. Heard there was a guest and I’ve never known you to be a good party host.”

Remus barks out a laugh that could have been confused with something gargling glass fragments. Patton jumps slightly at the sound of it, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a shuddering breath. 

“Oh! I know how to throw a great fucking party! Me, Patty, and all our friends here are playing a fun party game called no one says shit and I don’t break anyone's face again. Several people have already lost. You can join in if you want, and shut the fuck up before I put you in the ground where you belong.”

Virgil snorts. “Me? in the ground? Please. You couldn’t beat me if you actually tried.”

“I definitely could, spritz.”

“You seem to be misremembering how our last fight ended.”

“What makes you think it ended?” Remus growls out. “Come on down here, Virgie. Unless you’re too much of a coward.”

“I can take you down in forty-five seconds.”

“I’m counting.”

They stare at each other for a second, two, three… and it’s just that Remus looks so ridiculous looking up at Virgil for the first time. He’s a foot taller than him, and had so many times plopped his arm on Virgil’s head as a rest, or accidentally put a fist through Virgil’s face when telling a story because he forgot Virgil’s short. From this angle, he has to crane his neck, nearly breaking it, to get a good idea of where all of Virgil’s limbs are, and it almost looks like he’s just glaring at the sky about to fight the rain for making Virgil sad.

Virgil just can’t help it. His lips twitch upwards. 

Thankfully that's all Remus needs to see for him to throw his head back and laugh his booming laughter that nearly shakes the whole castle at its foundations. Virgil’s chest hums with the warmth of the sound, the familiarness of it, the way that it can curl into a threat when it chooses but Virgil has never heard it threaten him even after Virgil got his bike destroyed. 

The grunts lose their formations; a scattered mess of nameless people all laughing it off with a type of lightness that only comes from desperately trying not to show how nervous they were. Remus made sure everyone knew that Virgil and him had leveled towns in their fights when they were serious and the only people who ever knew when they were serious were the two of them. 

((Patton lets out a nearly inaudible sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping forward like a puppet with his strings cut, and Virgil pretends he doesn’t see it even when Remus’s eyes flick over to their captive guest and something dark passes over his expression.))

He lets himself drop down from the rafters, tracing the metal beams like a raindrop, just to pool back into his human form at the floor level, where he bounces with his landing with ease. The Chimera Tongue mages around him all give him a healthy bit of personal space, and Virgil ignores them entirely. 

Divines, it’s good to have some of his energy back. He feels like a new man-- He’s sure that if it weren’t for the crippling weight of Remus’s contract, possibly being arrested in the near future, the bomb in his chest, the dull thudding of the headache, and the fact that he participated in a kidnapping, he’d actually be enjoying himself right now.

There’s not much in the room, which Virgil can’t decide if it's a blessing or a curse. On the bright side if a fight does break out there’s less things to damage or have thrown at them, which means less things they’re going to have to pay Guildmaster Clay back for, even though the engraving on that table alone is making Virgil’s imaginary wallet weep. On the totally bad side, that means there’s less things for Remus to have been distracting himself with that wasn’t putting his knuckles through people’s teeth.

There’s a bit of blood on the ground not too far away. Virgil pretends he doesn’t see it.

"Hey," Virgil snaps his fingers at the nearest guild member, who definitely flinches back at being addressed. Virgil thinks he might have been the one that called him Window Washer yesterday; crazy how when there’s a Dragon Slayer in the vicinity people get much nicer to Virgil. "Get lost."

"Uh," the guy says nervously, glancing between Virgil and Remus, "the guildmaster said--"

"If the guildmaster has a problem with it you’re welcome to tell him to come talk to me directly. Of course, he would have to, considering that you’d be a stain on the ground for bothering him….” Virgil trails off and then shrugging. “And really, do you think that you have a better shot in a fight with the Metal Dragon Slayer than I do?”

Remus curls his fingers into a fist and all of his bones make a resounding, disturbing, horrible cracking noise that almost makes Virgil glance back at him in terror. The grunt’s eyes widen in fear and he stutters a step back and honestly? Same. 

“Don't make me repeat myself,” Virgil suggests trying to recover without losing his intimidation factor. “Your body is made up of about 40 liters of water. I only need 4 milliliters to drown you where you're standing. And it wouldn’t even cause a mess!"

Probably wouldn’t make a mess. Virgil’s not sure and he doesn’t really want to find out. But you know what? There’s something satisfying about watching grown men turn tail and run.

Most of them are out the door in seconds; the rest of them are scrambling up from where they were shoved out of the way and following after. The doorway isn’t big enough for more than one of them to fit through at a time and the frantic clambering of them struggling to get through is probably the loudest that the whole room had been in a while. Part of Virgil trills at the sight of it, that sliver of power that he wouldn’t get anywhere else. If only he’d been this bold with the bullies at this orphanage instead of playing hide-and-seek until the Orphanage Leader tossed him out. 

Remus laughs as the door slams closed leaving just the two of them and Patton and a room too big for just the three of them. "Ah shit, they think you would do that, still?"

Virgil lets himself sit on the table, pausing only to nod in the direction of Patton without waiting to see if he would or could nod back. "Having a brain isn't exactly a requirement for recruitment around here."

He doesn’t think about the two of them, just eighteen years old, stumbling into the guild hall, grins of nervous laughter and looking for a fight. He doesn’t think about how the guildmaster smiled at them and offered them free lodging for a week while they decided if they wanted to stay. He doesn't think about how having a brain isn't synonymous with not being an idiot, and that a smarter, better, more powerful water mage wouldn’t have just stood there in horror when the red lines of magic tore into Remus’s skin.

And mercifully, Remus doesn’t think about it either.

“Strange bag of unknown origins that hasn’t been touched….Is this for me?” Virgil says, poking at the paper bag of questionable origin on the table. Something in it is sweating, making the paper outside threaten to rip at his touch. “What is it?”

“A severed human head.” Remus waves a hand towards it, in as much of a dismissive gesture as a permissive one. He turns his back to him, stretching his arms over his head in a way that showed off his very impressive arm muscles. His metal toed boots clack-ed on the ground, with the faint jingle of his extra stash of metal bits that he’d no doubt been snacking on. "Muffins, but warning: I only take payment in the form of super sexual favors. You should get on your knees now."

Patton’s ears turn red at the statement and there's a hitch in his breathing that makes Remus grin wider and Virgil rolls his eyes. He doesn’t even want to know what Remus has convinced Patton their relationship is by now, if Remus had even been talking about him at all to Patton. 

"Is that so?" Virgil says, helping himself to the bag where there are, indeed, muffins. Three, to be exact, and all blueberry with crystalized sugar on top, as per Virgil’s preferred muffin specifications. He’d gone on a rant once about it a month after they had first month and he hadn’t thought Remus had been listening or cared, but well… here they were, and Remus was doing that thing that he does where he acts like the far wall is extremely interesting.

There's also a bottle of an energy drink that Virgil likes in there, still covered in condensation from where Remus has stored it to keep it cool. Virgil does his best not to look accusingly at Remus, because those were pricey and they both agree it was frivolous expense Virgil could do without. 

"Actually, fuck you,” Virgil says, making sure that Remus can hear the guilt that put a strangle hold on his lungs. “You know what? I'm really considering it this time. Where's my debt at, right now?"

"Depends," Remus says, bulldozing straight through what anyone else would call an almost-apology. “What did you grab me from Magnolia?” 

((It's easier like this, Virgil thinks. Remus gets him his favorite foods, Virgil finds a new piece of metal to feed him and see what type of mineral upgrades it could give his scale armor for the next thirty minutes. They remember that they're in this together, however hopeless, however dangerous, however draining and miserable and terrible. It's them against the world: Rule One and Rule Four working in tandem so neither of them have to utter the words I'm sorry for the situation I got us both in; If I was slightly less useless, we’d be traveling the countryside without a care in the world right now instead of participating in illegal activities.))

Virgil picks up a muffin and shoves it in his mouth, uncaring for the paper wrapper before he carefully digs through his pockets until he finds the collection of spoons he swiped from Patton’s house and pulls one out to wave at him.

Remus lights up like lightning in the sky, shining so brightly Virgil almost thought he might have been that mystical sun he’s always heard about. His eyes lock onto the metal with an intensity that comes only from being distinctly more-than-human and Remus’s limbs still in a way that reads as preparing to lunge. Virgil flicks the spoon in the air and Remus dives for it like some type of animal, skidding across the cement floor away from Patton. He catches the spoon in his mouth, letting his teeth shatter the handle and gratefully swallowing it in a way that still unnerves Virgil after all these years--He’s seen snakes that don’t look so horrible eating things whole.

But it doesn’t matter much because Remus spits it out in the next breath with a dramatic whine.

“Wet Dream, how could you!” He gags. “Sterling silver?! Couldn’t you have at least bought the stainless steel kind?!”

“You’re lucky it's not plastic!” Virgil says around his bite of muffin and very deliberately does not look at Patton because oh god he thought those were normal ass spoons, he just fed a mostly silver spoon to a trash compactor, the other spoons in his pocket were probably worth more than he had saved up from all his time of working as a wizard.

Actually no, he is looking at Patton because why does he have sterling silver spoons? No one has sterling silver spoons. Those things are expensive as all fuck. 

Remus reads his expression like a billboard in the middle of Hargeon Port, though. The delighted look he’d gotten on his face at the prospect of a new metal is nothing compared to the euphoria that he gets at the sight of Virgil’s distress. He theatrically gasps, grinning all the way as he languidly rolls out his shoulders. “Effluent! Did you steal these spoons? Did you steal these spoons from the guy you were hired to kidnap? How low could you get!”

“Please don’t try to talk to me about morally correct actions,” Virgil says, peeling the wrapper off the muffin while trying to catch all the crumbs before they hit the floor. 

“You’ve been officially converted!” Remus continues. “Wittle Wirgil is growing up! Entering his evil phase! Next thing you know he’ll be--”

“I’ll pay you in sexual favors to shut up at this point.”

“--jaywalking! Or blasting his emo music too loud after 10pm! Or littering! Perhaps even waving a vulgar hand sign at a middle class elder woman--”

“Do you want these spoons or not?!” Virgil snaps, ignoring the blush on his cheeks that should not be there because he’s not embarrassed by Remus’s stupid impression of him that’s not even close to being accurate. Virgil hates littering, and you only get splattered across a windshield one time before you decide that jaywalking as a nearly see-through entity in a black outfit while it's raining is a hazard.

“No wait, I’ll be quiet!” Remus’s grin doesn’t completely disappear, but he does stop talking finally-- a monumental task for him-- and they say to reward even the little victories so Virgil tosses the rest over and watches Remus catch most of them with little difficulty.

Virgil stuffs the rest of his muffin in his mouth and glances towards Patton. “Uh, sorry.” He swallows, “About your spoons. I hope they weren’t an heirloom.”

Patton shifts uncomfortably glancing between Virgil and Remus, with his mouth opening and closing.

Virgil waves a dismissive hand towards Remus, who is thoroughly enthralled with his new meal. His eyes hold a faint green glow to them as he digests the metal, clocking the strength of it against his usual steel and deciding if he likes the taste more when it comes as an apology gift from Virgil’s rare side crimes. He checks the scales on his forearm in the minimal light, tapping his nails against as part of his usual new-metal-check routine or whatever.

 “He doesn’t really care if you speak or not,” Virgil says by way of explanation to the Star Burst mage. “He didn’t want the others making small talk with him. They try to cozy up to him because he’s one of the strongest in the guild.”

“Oh,” Patton says in a small voice that’s nearly overshadowed by Remus crunching on metal carelessly. “Uhm… no the spoons were, uhm, they weren’t really mine.”

Virgil blinks. “I’m going to regret asking this, but whose were they? No offense but I don’t think Roman or Logan can afford silver spoons.” 

Could. Oh fuck why did he open his mouth?

Patton half laughs, more like a sigh, more like he can’t believe that his kidnappers are discussing ownership of spoons which are being actively demolished. And well, in his defense, Virgil also can’t believe he’s trying to have a conversation like that. “Uhm… You know about my dad?”

“Hart enterprises,” Virgil says neutrally. “Uh trains? I think.”

Patton looks down at his scraped knees, with an expression that reads somewhere between I wish I was being run over by a train and I wish you were being run over by a train. 

“Yeah, it’s trains,” Patton says. “My great grandfather started the company generations ago before Magic guilds were a thing. My grandfather made a bad investment when my dad was a kid and it nearly cost the entire company…my dad swore to never let that happen again. That silverware was one of the first things he bought my mother after they got married and he promised her she’d live like a princess.”

Virgil stares at him with muted horror. “Did you just let me feed your dead mother’s sterling silver spoons to a garbage can?”

“That’s mean,” Patton protests. “Remus isn’t a garbage can--”

“Patton!” Virgil says, tugging on his poncho wishing it could choke him. “Are those spoons your mother’s?”

The card mage shrugs as if it's that simple. “Yeah, but don’t worry about it! I’m glad they’re getting, uhm, use! I don’t even think Dad noticed they were missing and I haven’t been able to make myself use them since I unpacked them. All they’d been doing is reminding me of how life used to be before my mom died.”

Patton takes a deep breath and lets it out and Virgil considers slamming his own head against the table. 

“He used to…uhm. He used to be a good person. People liked working for him and with him. He smiled a lot.” Patton glances back up at Virgil. “But after my mom died he kinda lost himself in the company and doing the most to earn profits regardless of workers rights…People started to complain and my dad didn’t want those complaints to reach “people who mattered” so he, uhm. He paid some dark mages to go visit the people who were complaining.”

Virgil isn’t a stranger to those types of jobs. Actually, Virgil had been on more than one of those for Guildmaster Clay’s business. Remus and Virgil were very effective at intimidation and since they weren’t as valued as the other members of Shadow Force it was usually them sent to do it. It always left Virgil feeling a little slimy afterwards, and put Remus in the type of mood that was only solved with copious amounts of alcohol and a good sparring match.

“It got worse after that,” Patton continues. “Ignoring safety regulations, understaffing, paying off people when lawsuits popped up or finding scapegoats to pin the blame on. All while making a fortune at the estate as if he could buy my mother back from death! He forced me to stop practicing magic around the house and forbid me from leaving without his permission and--”

“He sounds like an ass,” Remus says, causing Patton to flinch and squeak as if he had forgotten the Dragon Slayer was there. Virgil doesn’t necessarily blame him: Remus had this ability to look like he was completely absorbed in something else, and yet still be completely aware of what was going on. Remus juggles the last spoon over his knuckles, flipping it into the air one last time before catching it in his mouth and snapping it clear in half and then he lets his silver scales fade back into his skin without looking at either of them.

Patton laughs in a way that comes out as more hysterical than pleased. “Uh yep! Yeah. He’s uhm, not great. He cashed in a favor with Guildmaster Clay to get me brought back to the estate so he can, uhm, marry me off… as part of a business negotiation...”

Virgil feels his stomach drop a little further. “Marry you off? What, like you’re a piece of property?”

“Yep,” He pops the ‘p’ as he says it and offers a watery, wilting smile that makes the cracks in his glasses seem larger and Virgil’s heart hurt a bit stronger and hate himself a little more. “I, uhm, guess I was pretty stupid to think running away would actually get me away from there.”

“What about Roman,” Remus asks, very unknindly. Virgil stares at him, and Remus ignores him in favor of glowering at Patton with all the sympathy of a feral demon looking for its next meal. “You don’t think that Fire Fucker will come save you? He ditched his dead twin brother for you.”

“Remus,” Virgil says.

“I don’t… I didn’t know he would come for me!” Patton says, apologetically. Virgil almost wants to reach out and shake him for it. “I didn’t think he kept the card after I gave it to him and then when everything happened I panicked and pulled a random card--”

“Do you have any idea what the fuck he did to me?”

“No! But--” Patton cuts back, shedding the cover of the scared little card mage and morphing into the kind guy who could go toe-to-toe with Guildmaster Clay without breaking a sweat and holy shit, that’s kinda terrifying; is this what all little business children learn to do? “But the Roman I know is a good person who makes mistakes sometimes! You don’t have to give him another chance, Remus, you don’t ever have to see him again if you don’t want to! But you don’t get to tell me the man I know isn’t real because you’re hurting!”

“You are talking yourself into a fucking hopsital bed,” Remus warns.

“Guys!” Virgil says, but both of them ignore him.

“And it doesn’t matter! Roman won’t come for me again anyway!” Patton shouts, and Remus freezes. “My dad has too much magic around the house-- Roman wouldn’t be able to come even if he did find a real dragon--”

Virgil isn’t sure if it was the glowing green magic circle appearing under Remus’s feet, or the claws, or the horns twisting out of his hair, but Patton clamps his mouth shut nearly immediately. Virgil stands up, a step away, a little too far, and his insides swirl like a tidal wave trying to convince him to throw himself between Remus and his prey.

“What do you mean find a real dragon?” Remus snarls.

Patton squeaks something that is not a response, although even Virgil can’t think of a response that’s both a decent one and also doesn’t end with more blood on the floor.

"You're telling me," Remus says, eyes narrowing into slits, and teeth sharpening. “That dickwad has the audacity to call himself a dragon slayer, after the stories of the bravest heroes who were chosen for their heroic acts, from our hometown that was destroyed completely leaving us as the only ones who even remember those stories, after he left me to fucking die at the hands of cultists, and he never even met a real fucking dragon?"

Patton makes a squeak that sounds a bit like a dying chew toy, his complexion matching the toneless ashen color of the walls around them and that determined persona evaporating faster than Virgil’s insides when he starts to panic. Remus’s tail swings behind him dangerously, metal scales scraping the concrete.

"Uhm," Patton stutters, shaking, wilting so far back that Remus’s shadow completely covers him.  "I don’t--We don't…talk about it!"

Remus reaches out a hand and yanks Patton up by his shirt collar, pulling him completely off the ground with barely any trouble. “You fuckers don’t talk about it--”

“Remus, Rule Three,” Virgil cuts in even though he is not part of this conversation what’s-so-ever.

Remus blinks, caught off guard, and so is Patton Hart; they both jolt out of their…positions, and it's like watching street actors slip out of the roles they’re performing. The room stings with the silence, heavy and biting and Virgil stares at the blank space between Remus and Patton as if it held some answers. It doesn’t fool Remus who for sure is listening to his heartbeat with a beady, suspicious look that borders on being offended that Virgil isn’t encouraging him pummeling Patton into the concrete floor, isn’t outraged on his behalf, isn’t showing just how loyal Virgil is to Remus because loyalty is the only thing that Virgil has that worth keeping him around for--

Remus takes a deep breath, blows it out through his nose, and then lets go of Patton’s shirt. Patton hits the floor with a soft, pathetic oof, and Remus turns his back to him completely as if manifesting the “out of sight out of mind” concept. The green circle under his boots hums for a second and fades, and at the same time his tail disappears and his claws even out back to regular fingers.

“Alright, Virgin,” he says, dragging the metal piercing of his tongue along his teeth to draw out a clinkclinkclink. Then he says, “Ratings of the tea cakes in Magnolia. Start with the worst.”

“I didn’t have any,” Virgil says. “You know I didn’t have any. I wasn’t gone long enough to try any tea cakes.”

“Four out of ten,” Remus decides, hopping up on the table next to where Virgil was eating his muffins, his ragged curls bouncing lightly. “I ate like thirty of them and I’m still hungry! They had no metal razors in them at all!”

“Normal people can’t eat razors, you freak of nature,” Virgil rolls his eyes.

“If they weren’t cowards they could,” Remus counters. “SlapPat back me up: Are Magnolia tea cakes better with razors in them or without?”

For someone who lives (lived?) with Roman and Logan, he looks utterly bewildered by Remus’s change in tone and actions. Virgil isn’t sure why: he can’t imagine that living in a house that has to have a microwave with a sign reading “No Science in this one, LOGAN” is any more quirky than watching Remus forcefully drop a subject and pretend it doesn’t weigh heavily on his mind. Roman probably does something similar, too.

Did. Probably “did” something similar. 

Because Malice probably killed both Roman and Logan and then dragged Patton here by his hair. There’s a part of Virgil that doesn’t believe what Greed said about Malice being in the infirmary; there’s a part of Virgil that shakes from his knees thinking about Malice’s barrage of knives striking through Remus’s skin when his back was turned. He can’t imagine any of the Star Burst Mages managing to counter it.

But would Roman and Logan die to Malice like that? Roman broke out of Virgil’s waterlock from pure rage alone. Wouldn’t that translate to him having enough spite to defy death? But if Virgil was able to almost wipe them out by himself, what true chance did Star Burst’s Strongest Team really have against someone who actually wanted to kill them? 

Knives in flesh. Screaming. Blood pouring from Logan’s back. Envy’s laugh.

He needs to stop thinking about this. He really needs to stop thinking about it.

“--them so, please don’t hit me,” Patton is saying, tensing slightly.

Remus scoffs, “It’s your opinion, dipshit. I’m not going to be offended that you’ve got awful tastes. Who do you think I am?”

Patton shifts entirely to face Virgil, lightyears beyond being distressed. 

Virgil sighs. “Remus, we are currently holding him against his will, and literally seconds ago you almost put him through the wall.”

“Yes, and?”

“Divines, why am I even trying to explain this? How are you the one that got landed with this job? The guildmaster doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you." And probably further than that. There’s a reason why Remus isn’t allowed off the property unless with explicit instructions on who he can talk to and what he can do. 

((Virgil is reminded for a second that if he had run after that first night, after he had patched together Remus’s bleeding forearms and stayed awake for thirty six hours straight to make sure Remus didn’t try to peel through legal binding magic in with his own claws again-- if he had run that first time and told everyone what the guildmaster had done maybe something about all this would have changed.

But Virgil hadn’t been able to take the chance that the guild wouldn’t disappear overnight and that he’d never find them again. It had been the right call, in hour thirty seven, Guildmaster Clay had come to the room to teleport Remus to their new secret guildhall, merely raising an eye, “interesting,” at how Virgil was still there, stubborn and resentful and already attempting to plan how he was going to steal that contract and tear it apart himself.))

Remus snorts. "Well he doesn’t exactly have a choice now does he? Didn’t anyone tell you Envy’s in the infirmary and Malice needed stitching on every single limb of his? Both of them are nursing grudges so large they’re liable to kill out of spite. Pride and Greed are Pride and Greed, and Clay likes fucking with us so...."

"Wait, wait, wait, seriously? Malice is actually in the infirmary? Who landed a hit on Malice?" Virgil turns to look at Patton. "Which one of them?"

Patton hesitates before offering up a soft, "uh... me?"

Virgil blinks, suddenly thinking back to their interactions previously: how Patton went limp as a doll when Virgil drowned him, how when he woke up mostly confused and leaned into Virgil's back to avoid the rain, how even when he attacked he had stopped when Virgil was down and talked kindly to him and told Roman to back down and-- 

Obviously Remus is also stunned for a moment at the new information. He’s quiet for a moment, disbelieving as he stares at Patton, half a scoff on his lips which dies when he zeroes in on what Virgil can only assume Patton’s unsteady heartbeat and decides that No, Patton is not lying about having nearly completely taken out a member of Shadow Force by himself.

“The kitten has claws!” He says towering over their captive hostage, so that his shadow swamps him. “I thought you were a card mage?”

“I am,” Patton says nervously, twisting his hands in their bindings like he was reaching for a card that isn’t there.

Remus is reassessing Patton again: comparing his previous assumptions of him with the new information and coming to conclusions that probably lean more towards the side of things that Virgil doesn’t actually want to know about. It was likely that Remus had been there when Malice and Envy had apparently dragged themselves back to the guildhall and had heard that version of events-- which Virgil seriously doubted involved Malice admitting he’d been bested by a handful of tarot cards and a guy in cat socks.

"No wonder he took offense to your face," Remus says. "I’m almost impressed."

Virgil leans back against the table chewing thoughtfully on his second muffin. "I wish I could have seen it."

"Uhm," Patton stutters. "Aren't you guys friends?"

The bite of muffin lodges in Virgil's throat, rock hard and sharp and Virgil doesn’t need to breathe but he finds himself doubled over hacking it back up at the same time as Remus laughs.

"I have dreams about shoving Malice's cocky ass face into a wood chipper," Remus says grandly. "I want to be there when that asshole dies just so I can kick his corpse around like a soccer ball until his limbs pop off and his brains are splattered across the whole place and his skull caves in!"

Patton jerks back at the tone and the imagery, but honestly that's pretty tame for Remus. Virgil's heard a lot of worse things spewing from Remus's mouth post a fight with Malice specifically. Virgil is kinda surprised that Patton hadn’t realized that the name wasn’t a joke; Malice didn’t exactly get his name from his benevolent acts of goodwill. 

"He controls metal," Virgil explains, raspily. "And he's an asshole. So when they fight, Malice's first move is to always rip out all of Remus's piercings in one go."

Virgil had tried convincing Remus to get rid of his piercings after that first time he’d been on the floor bleeding from sixteen locations, but Remus was a glutton for danger and the second time Malice did it Remus gave him sixteen piercings on the spot and then stood over Malice’s writhing body and spat, “There now we’re matchies, Mal!” He probably would have done worse, but the guildmaster had stepped in and called Remus back like he was a misbehaving dog that had bitten a child at the playground.

"Why would anyone do that?!" Patton yelps. "That's so….horrible!"

Virgil and Remus chorus together, "It's Chimera Tongue."

"A guild is supposed to be your family. Your friends! A safe place that you can always come back to without worrying about anything! The people in your guild are supposed to be closer than anyone else--"

“Are you crying?” Remus asks, squinting at him in confusion.

Patton sniffles, looking like he would wipe his eyes if it weren’t for his wrists being held behind his back. Virgil squeezes his muffin in his hand, feeling the absurd need to make him stop because it's not even that bad! Surely Star Burst is at least a little like this, right?

“A guild is supposed to be your family,” Patton says again. “You’re supposed to be able to rely on them!”

“You rely on my brother?” 

The sharpness of Remus’s tone is like putting a blade to Patton’s throat, and Remus’s grin is about as reassuring as a cliff drop into an open grave. 

“Yes-- No-- Wait!” Patton curls up on himself. “That’s different! He can rely on me! But I’m not-- I am--”

“You’re not what? One of Roman’s bitchboys?”

Virgil makes a sharp noise. “Remus. Knock it off. He’s already been Rule Three-d today.”

“No, I want to know what it is that this bitch thinks makes my brother so great!” Remus swishes back around to Patton. “He can rely on you, but you can’t rely on him? That’s bullshit. That’s not a “family”. That’s not even a fucking friend! That sounds like he takes advantage of you and you let him because your dumb ass thinks that’s better than going home and letting daddy take advantage of you instead!”

“Remus!”

Remus ignores him, staring down Patton. There’s a long tense moment where neither Remus nor Patton says a thing and Virgil thinks that maybe he doesn’t need to worry about the poison in his chest because the tension in the room was going to explode him instead. 

The tattoo on Remus’s neck rolls slightly as Remus swallows and Virgil wonders if he’s the only one smelling bleach all of the sudden, if he’s the only one remembering the taste of wine infused promises all of a sudden, if he’s the only one remembering “There’s nothing different about me with a collar and me without one!” all of a sudden.

“And while we’re on the topic,” Remus adds hard and biting. “You’ve gotta have some pretty big balls to go around assuming that either of us are part of this fucking guild of our own fucking free will. Family, my fucking ass-- If I ever got the chance to burn this place to the ground with everyone inside it, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Patton’s face looks like Remus shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, the cuts on his cheek sluggishly reopening with the puckered expression. His wide blue eyes latch onto Remus’s collar bone as if he would see the same orange handprint on Remus’s chest as Virgil had inside him.

Remus offers him a light sneer when it becomes clear that Patton would not be responding. “I’m sure by the time you’re done thinking about all that, Roman will be here to save your ass anyway.”

“He’s not coming for me.”

Remus rolls his eyes. “Did Malice and Envy leave him alive?”

“...uhm. Yes, I think?”

Remus’s face does a silly little thing where he tries not to break Rule 2 before it's even been lunch time. “Then he’s coming for you. Mazel tov, asshole.”

The silence burns for a moment, making Virgil jittery from nerves and unused adrenaline and stubborn relief he should not be having. The urge to do something, say something is coursing through his limbs, but all he can manage to do is wring the empty plastic bottle of the energy drink between his hands and wish that the muffin he’d eaten had been a little less sweet.

Roman was alive. Probably. Virgil isn’t sure why that makes him… feel things. He’s not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing and Remus’s expression is so complex Virgil doesn’t think he knows how to feel about it either. 

How to feel about Roman choosing Patton over him, about Roman leaving him behind twice now, about how likely it is that Roman would do it a third time if Remus doesn’t win their next fight and get the chance to walk away first.

But if Roman was able to break from Virgil’s Waterlock and Patton managed to land several devastating hits on Malice, what was that chance that they didn’t have some other trick up their sleeves that would be enough to tip the scales against Remus? 

Virgil can't help but imagine how pissed off both Malice and Envy must be about all this, too. He’s doubly grateful, suddenly, that he’d gone to Greed instead of them to find Remus’s whereabouts; he doesn’t think Malice or Envy had ever been beaten by anyone other than other Shadow Force members but he gets the distinct feeling that they were sore losers and Virgil’s face would have been a great stress reliever.

The untouchables, being nearly decimated by a handful of idiots. It was one thing for Virgil to come back so dense with mud that he was practically a walking pottery attempt; it was something else entirely to make Guildmaster Clay have to trust Remus with not breaking something.

The dozens of grunts made sense now. They must have been the best assurance the Guildmaster had that Patton wouldn’t get too roughed up if Remus decided to attempt to sabotage the whole plan. They certainly wouldn’t have actually done any damage to Remus but they probably could have slowed him down enough to allow time for another member of Shadow Force, regardless of how injured, to get there.

Actually with Pride being busy with whatever the next phase of the scheme Clay's working on is, Malice in the infirmary, and Envy off cooling off, really only Greed and Remus remain of the elite tier of Shadow Force--

Oh.

"Virgil," Remus says, because even out of the corner of his eyes he can recognize certain body languages and Virgil had not been fast enough hiding it. "No."

"What?" Virgil lies. "I wasn't thinking about anything!"

"Dumbass, I can hear your heartbeat," Remus snarls. "Read my fucking lips before put a rebar in you myself: No."

"When are we gonna get another chance like this?!"

"Your death wish stopped being cute twenty seconds ago," Remus says. "Drop. It."

"Your resignation stopped being cute four months ago," Virgil shoots back. "When are you gonna be done throwing your pity party and wake the fuck up and do something about all this?"  Virgil motions to Patton, "You said it yourself! We need another type of magic, and wow! Look! A card mage, the most versatile magic type that you can get--"

"Shut up.”

“--and he even took out Malice by himself! He’s plenty capable. Part of the strongest team of wizards at Star Burst!"

"Do you know what the number one killer of card mages is?" Remus asks. "Their flimsy little bodies! Look at him! It would barely take anything at all to break his scrawny little neck!"

And yeah, okay, honestly, Virgil can agree. Especially with him already so beat up from Malice, he's barely more than a cheap counterfeit version of his own pictures and certainly not something that Virgil thinks would stand a decent chance against Greed or Pride. Not to mention the semi obvious lack of magic cards in their vicinity, although if Virgil can go collect the deck of cards from wherever they ended up, Patton probably had something that could heal himself! Probably!

"He's got plot armor!" Virgil says. "Scheme armor! They can't hurt him!"

Remus stares at him. Virgil thinks that's his you're-actually-an-idiot look. "Just because Clay doesn't want him fucking dead doesn't mean that Clay can't make his life miserable. He's fucking creative like that."

Remus’s eyes flick towards Virgil's collarbone, and even though everyone in the room is aware of it, Virgil feels the urge to make sure it's not visible. He scowls and pulls on the collar of his poncho. 

“And also Clay gave me the specific order to make sure he stays tied up,” Remus yawns, stretching an arm out and then thumping Virgil on his head, in the way that would probably give most other people a concussion but merely sends ripples through Virgil's body.

"Stop," Remus advises in all the sage wisdom of someone who absolutely needs to get the shit kicked out of him in order to feel something again.

"Fuck you," Virgil says.

"If you're a good boy I'll let you suck me off later."

"You are actually the worst."

"What, you'll do it for Janus Ekans but not for me?"

"Leave him out of this!" Virgil snaps, shoving Remus’s arm off his head. "I'm Rule Three-ing Janus Ekans too!"

Remus squints. "The concept of him or just his name? I can't make fun of your crush if I can't bring up the topic."

"Y-you know Janus?" Patton stutters out and then immediately looks like he wishes he hadn't when Remus and Virgil both turn towards him. He wilts back like he can steal the words right back out of the air if he looks guilty enough. 

Unfortunately, Remus is already clinging to them with his iron grip, a smile so wide it's nearly threatening as he stares down at the card mage. For all his posturing about wanting it to be silent, Remus laughs pretty loudly at Patton’s question and Virgil mostly wants to turn into a puddle and seep into the foundation and never be heard from again.

With one hand he drags Patton into a standing position and sinks his arm around his neck, ignoring the way that the smaller boy pales and panics and probably thinks that Remus is about to enact some horrible physical punishment on him. Remus however points Patton in the right direction and with a nightmarish flourish he presents Virgil in all his half boiled glory.

"Virgil heard him talk once and nearly evaporated!"

"Will you let it go!" Virgil hisses tugging on the drawstrings of his hood.

Patton, despite the mortal terror he must be feeling, lets out a shaky smile, and a partial laugh. His freckles seem to shimmer when he does, as if he finds this utterly humiliating revelation to be amusing. 

"It was one time!" Virgil says. 

"And it wasn't enough!" Remus croons. "He dreams of golden hair glistening with raindrops, hands brushing when they both reach for the same umbrella, then he leans down and whispers--"

"Stop making it weird!"

"That's a weird thing to hope he says in your ear."

"He likes the rain," Virgil says hopelessly without looking at either of them, because they can't possibly understand what it's like to see someone who doesn’t wish for the sun that Virgil will never be able to give them.

Patton bites the inside of his lip thoughtfully. “It makes sense,” he says. “Janus’s magic is stronger in the rain. If you guys teamed up, you could probably do some really cool things.”

“Well it's not happening!” Virgil says quickly. “He doesn’t even know I exist and I’d like to keep it that way because I tend to ruin everyone’s lives when I enter them!”

“Hey!” Patton snaps out before even Remus can say anything, sway on his feet. “You can’t talk bad about my friend! I’ll fight you!”

Remus frowns, “What, Janus?”

“No! Virgil!” Patton says. “Virgil’s my friend! No one talks bad about my friends! Not even themselves!” 

There’s something about the way that he says it-- the certainty and the boldness-- that makes Virgil’s insides churn hard with guilt. Remus’s face goes blank for a long moment, clear of any emotion that Virgil can read and that’s nearly more terrifying than the idea of facing off one-on-one with Guildmaster Clay.

“The same type of friend who can rely on you but whom you can’t rely on?” Remus asks. “Virgil ain’t interested in that vulcanshit.”

“I can speak for myself actually,” Virgil cuts in blandly, and then he turns to Patton before he can witness the clear skepticism on Remus’s face. Patton has this light in his eyes, soft and gentle that reminds Virgil of how Patton’s knee jerk reaction to someone breaking into his house was to offer them food. Virgil steels himself regardless and shoves the guilty feeling away.

 “But he is right. Aside from the part where we are literally on the opposite sides of the law here, and if we get our way, you’re going to be married off and never see us again and that I have almost drowned you like three times--”

“--only two,” Patton says.

“--It’s still bad,” Virgil finishes lamely. “You can’t trust me, I mean. I don’t trust me. If you aren’t going to value yourself as a person worthy of self preservation enough to not try to make friends with someone who very obviously would follow through with an order to kill you, then what the fuck am I supposed to do? Constantly, be on the lookout for you? I can’t do that. I physically cannot do that. My surface tension would get so strong I would explode; It’s a wonder I haven’t already--”

“Virge,” Remus says.

“--If we are going to be friends, you have to rely on me,” Virgil sums up. “You have to trust me as much as you want me to trust you.”

“Oh isn’t that adorable!” A voice sings from the front of the room, and both Virgil and Remus freeze where they are. Neither of them have to turn to know who it is: Remus because he’s unwillingly cataloged the heartbeat, breathing pattern, and gait of every member of the Shadow Force, and Virgil because Envy when she’s really pissed off has enough power to take away his magic and if that happens he’s pretty sure he’ll lose his actual consciousness forever.

((There was a wind mage not too long ago, made completely of air, who dated Envy and broke it off after the seventh red flag got waved in the other girl’s face. She didn’t get more than three steps away before Envy was sucking the very life force out of her and vengefully watched as the mage dissipated into nothing in the middle of the mess hall for everyone to see. The only thing that had been left of her was a palm sized opal crystal, and even that Envy had smashed to the floor and stomped on the shards until the last of the magic had dissipated.

…Virgil had spent the next seven hours staring at the same spot waiting, wishing, hoping that the breeze would tighten and weave back into being, before Remus had hauled him back to their room.))

Remus, on instinct, shoves Patton into Virgil’s arms and then stands in front of them both blocking Envy’s view of them, and growling very animalistically. Patton must have recognized her voice too, because he goes extremely quiet, fingers twisting in his bonds to get a card that isn’t there and Virgil gets about a dozen internal alarms ringing in his head about this whole thing.

“Take a hike, bitch,” Remus snarls.

“Why are you always so mean to me, Gluttony?” Envy whines, with all the childish charm of a girl who practiced setting her dolls on fire at age four. 

“The fuck did you just call me?!” Remus says green light flickering under his feet as a clear warning.

Virgil dares to peek around Remus’s broad form to glance at Envy. She’s always been petite; making up for her height with sheer ruthlessness and disdain for anyone with a flashy power and platform boots. She still had to look up to meet Remus’s gaze but she did it with the smugness of someone who had several tricks up their sleeve and liked to make babies cry. For someone who should have been in the infirmary she was remarkably present down here, bandages wrapped around her arms and her leg and a patch on her cheek that barely hid the discolored bruises and burns. 

In her hands is a large sparkling pink crystal, like a jagged cut of rose quartz nearly the size of new lacrima and practically glowing with energy. She grins in a way that does not bode well.

“Glut-ton-y,” Envy repeats, slower. “I mean, that’s the name you’re going to have soon, right? Might as well get used to being called it now. See, it fits the theme! Pride, Envy, Greed, Malice-- Gluttony!”

“Call me it again and I will make what happened to Malice look like a fucking dream,” Remus says. 

Envy sticks her tongue out at him. “You’re so lame. Is this because of Virgil? You know you can do better than him. All he does is hold you back and make you feel guilty about having fun.”

Virgil feels himself boil slightly, but it's nothing compared to how Remus’s green circle explodes from under him and metal wraps around his limbs like armor, as sleek and unbreakable as a sword. His tail curls to the side, and Virgil distantly recognizes its hooking his ankle as if to make sure he doesn’t move into danger.

“Oh,” Patton breathes shakily into Virgil’s side suddenly.

“Oh, come on,” Envy says. “You know I’m right! If it weren’t for him hovering around you wouldn’t have a problem with the contract! In a year or two once you stop making everything so difficult for yourself, Greed would even hand it over and let you rip it up yourself!”

“You’re under the mistaken understanding that my contract stops me from killing you right here,” Remus says. 

“Look, just because the two of you are fucking on the weekends--” 

Remus swings his arm and a rebar of galvanized steel sweeps barely to the left of her face, shaving off three inches of her hair on that side of her face. She stumbles back, hand coming up to tap her cheek and coming away with a long thin line of blood across her cheek bone.

“You’re out of warnings,” Remus growls. “Get lost Or I send you to join Malice in morphine hell.”

She snorts in disbelief, swaying on her feet and then she smiles again and zeroes in on Virgil, despite Remus very obviously stepping in front again. “Hey, Virgie! Patty! It’s been so long! Do you guys know what this is?”

She holds up the crystal, letting it shimmer in the low light, like something valuable, like something irreplaceable, like something fragile and breakable. For a moment Virgil is thinking about it; about his quick water whip slicing under Remus’s arm, clearing him entirely and knocking that gem fifteen feet beyond all of them, shattering it against the concrete floors and letting the sound ring out infinitely in all the cellars. 

He could picture it: the magic housed in the crystal exploding apart wafting up into the air like colored smoke before it disappears entirely already heading back to the person it came from. Suddenly, all Virgil can remember is Logan saying “...a trap was set up by what I believe is a null-magic user” and “Thomas is okay. For now.” 

Suddenly Virgil has a very bad feeling about Envy being down here.

“This is all the magic power of Thomas Sanders!” Envy says proudly, and Patton’s breath hitches. “I think this is the biggest one I’ve ever collected! Makes sense since that old man couldn’t even when I was done! I probably could have finished him off entirely if the Guildmaster hadn’t stopped me.” 

She shifts it between her hands. “Mal and I were talking, and, you know, the guildmaster went to a lot of trouble to make a plan that would get Thomas out of the way like this! If it breaks, he’ll probably kill the person who’s annoyed him the most recently…Isn’t that you, Virge? He was real pissed that you messed up as bad as you did. Not only did you set his schedule off, but you made him send Mal and me, and now Mal is in recovery so he can’t do the next part of the plan and my nails have been ruined…The guildmaster will probably be mad enough to just…. Poof you out of existence without me needing to do anything!”

She smiles with absolutely no friendliness in it. “Hey, hey, Virgil! You know what would be really funny? Catch!”

And then she tosses that crystal over her own fucking shoulder towards the ground.

[Next Chapter]

#Virgil is a water mage #Fairy tail crossover #Remus is not having a good time #But then again #neither is Patton #nor Virgil #Everyone probably could do with some therapy #dragon slayer Remus #Card Mage Virgil #sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #Remus and Virgil are best friends

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Handle?

Handle: Demus

Oral, future Double penetration, dragon Janus, fantasy au

Slayer Remus was chained to the wall as the gold dragon Janus was eating him out, the smug lizard taking his time to tease Remus’s pussy until he was loose enough to take a huge dragon cock. “You’re lucky I am so young, dear monster culler, if I was at my peak age you wouldn’t even be able to fit one.” Looking down again Remus gasps, out of the sheath comes two glistening golden cocks each the size of a human man’s. Remus moans and wiggles his hips, “Yes, yes, I want that! Please!” He cries. The dragon, Janus, chuckles, “I’ll sure you can handle that, don’t worry.”

#not safe for sanders #nsfs janus #nsfs remus #nsfs demus #demus #hemipenes #monster lover Remus #anon #don’t worry Remus consented before he was chained up

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

So after much udo, Chapter 1 for @mixed-up-writer-fest Round 2 Mixed Up Writer Fest with my partner in medieval crime @mkaugust is finally up! (I'm so sorry it took so long, life was being... well, life. And hectic. But tis finally done!)

Thank you to the amazing @theresthesnitch for being an amazing host to the chaos!

From the Clutches of The Red Dragon's Lair on AO3

Our prompt was: Person A (James Potter), a noble prince, is known as the best dragon slayer in the world. When the princess (PRINCE Sirius Black) in a neighboring kingdom is kidnapped by a dragon, the King of the neighboring kingdom offers peace to the prince's country in exchange for rescuing the prince, as well as his hand in marriage. The prince prepares for the journey, including taking along his most trusted knight, Person B (Remus Lupin). It's a long trip to the dragon's lair, and the Prince wants his closest companion along for the trip. What could go wrong?

#wolfstarbucks #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #mixed up writer fest #muwf #muwf round 2 #august tag #fantasy au #dragons are involved #snitch tag #james potter x remus lupin x sirius black

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you will find everything you will need to know about roleplaying with me! such as my writing style, my fandoms, main love interests, portrayals, my ocs and blacklisted characters!

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. . my roleplay style is always roleplaying in third person, i’m heavily detailed as i love to bring a story to life ( which means i also use gifs for this too *wink* ). i only roleplay on discord, as i prefer to make servers and sections to talk ooc, post oc/character shit and have fun while roleplaying! i love to use a lot of media to bring a roleplay + the characters involved come to life. i only roleplay on discord so please add me there and we can discuss plotting, etc. be sure to also read my rules before interacting with me!

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. . my muse for fandoms comes and goes, i think everyone does that anyways — but i’m only just a pm away from asking what my major muses are!

the walking dead

game of thrones

house of the dragon

marvel cinematic universe ( includes xmen )

trueblood

magic mike

jojo’s bizarre adventure

star wars

avatar

stranger things

harry potter

fantastic beasts and where to find them

buffy the vampire slayer

celebrity

god of war

devil may cry

red dead redemption

baldur’s gate 3

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. . these are my portrayals for each fandom i’m in. those that i will be most confident writing for will be marked blue, the least confident ones will be marked pink. neutral ones will remain black.

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

maggie greene, daryl dixon, carol peletier, carl grimes,dwight, rick grimes, michonne, abraham, glenn rhee, rosita espinosa, gabriel, eugene, princess.

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

jon snow, robb stark, tywin lannister, tyrion lannister, cersei lannister, jaime lannister, ned stark, sansa stark, arya stark, daenerys targaryen, khal drogo, the hound, jorah mormont, brienne of tarth, tormund giantsbane, daario naharis, greyworm, oberyn martell, podrick payne, yara greyjoy, theon greyjoy, brandon stark.

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

rhaenyra targaryen, ser harwin strong, viserys targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, alicent hightower.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE : 

marc spector, steve rogers, bucky barnes, stephen strange, wade wilson, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, quentin beck, t.h peter parker, a.g peter parker, tony stark, natasha romanoff, kate bishop, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, scott lang, t’challa udaku, erik killmonger, druig, thena, sersi, dane whitman, blade, johnny blaze, arthur harrow.

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

bill compton, eric northman, sam merlotte, jason stackhouse, sookie stackhouse, tara thornton, jessica hamby, alcide herveaux, hoyt fortenberry, pamela, terry bellefleur.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

magic mike, big dick richie, ken, dallas, adam, tito, tarzan.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

dio brando, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashikata, rohan kishibe, noriaki kakyoin, kars, eisidsi, wamuu, jolyne kujo.

┈─𖨂 STAR WARS :

anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, qui gon jinn, padme amidala, han solo, ashoka tano, luke skywalker, princess leia skywalker, kylo ren, darth maul, rey skywalker, cassian andor, poe dameron, finn, jyn erso, lando calrissian.

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

neytiri, miles quaritch, spider, neteyam sully, lo’ak sully, kiri augustine, grace augustine, trudy, norman spellman.

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, eleven, max mayfield, will byers, mike wheeler, dustin henderson, jim hopper, dimitri antonov, joyce byers, vecna.

┈─𖨂 HARRY POTTER :

harry potter, draco malfoy, remus lupin, hermione granger, bill weasley, sirius black, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, george weasley, fred weasley, ron weasley…+ more if asked.

┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

gellert grindlewald, albus dumbledore, queenie goldstein, credence barebone, jacob kowalski, theseus scamander.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

buffy summers, dawn summers, spike, willow rosenberg, xander harris, cordelia chase, oz, faith, tara maclay, riley finn, giles.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

this will depend, so just ask !

┈─𖨂 GOD OF WAR :

freya, loki/artreus, tyr, thor, freyr.

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

dante sparda, nero, vergil sparda, v.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

dutch van der linde, john marston, jack marston, saddie adler, bill williamson, micah bell.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

astarion ancunín, gortash, orin, mizora, gale dekarios, karlach, shadowheart, lae’zel, wyll ravengard, halsin, dame aylin, isabel thorm, dammon, jaheira, minthara, ketheric thorm.

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. . these are characters i have blacklisted from portrayals, this means i will refuse to roleplay/write them as love interests. don’t take it to heart though, i just have my reasons :’) more will be added along the way.

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

negan smith, the governor.

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

viserys ii targaryen, the night king.

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

daemon targaryen.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE :

red skull, thanos.

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

sarah newlin, steve newlin, macklyn warlow.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 STAR WARS :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

tuktirey sully.

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

billy hargrove.

┈─𖨂 HARRY POTTER :

lord voldemort.

┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

darla.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

depends, just ask !

┈─𖨂 GOD OF WAR :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

none tba.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

cazador, mystra.

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. . this section is for you to know my go-to love interest and my ocs for them!

┈─𖨂 THE WALKING DEAD :

pamela lennox x negan smith.

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rebecca king x daryl dixon.

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“with you, it’s different.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 GAME OF THRONES :

rebekah skywalker x jon snow.

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“you’re a little tragedy, aren’t you?” (mb)

dawn the wolf-snake x robb stark.

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azura menodora x jaime lannister.

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rhiannon baratheon x the hound.

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“let’s live like flowers” (mb)

┈─𖨂 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON :

jae skywalker x aemond targaryen.

┈─𖨂 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE :

xena blanc x dane whitman.

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beatrix takahashi x ikaris.

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“effort over words” (mb)

alexis drakos x clint barton.

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katya romanoff x steve rogers.

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vergil volkov x natasha romanoff.

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florance hawley x bucky barnes

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“some mistakes take us to the right place.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 TRUEBLOOD :

freya falkenberg x bill compton.

willow magnolia x sam merlotte.

abigail rivers x alcide herveaux.

┈─𖨂 MAGIC MIKE :

mara larsen x magic mike.

tanya cruz x dallas.

sophie henderson x big dick richie.

┈─𖨂 JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE :

keres masako x jotaro kujo.

liliana romanova x kars.



┈─𖨂 STAR WARS : 

neytiri te khan x anakin skywalker.

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“we lived a life of ‘almost’” (mb)

“she lives the poetry she cannot write.” (mb)

ciri creed x han solo.

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“meant to happen but not to last.” (mb)

nebula zraa x luke skywalker.

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“souls don’t meet by accident.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 AVATAR :

akila te sekra’at petani’ite x jake sully.

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“the trees told me about you.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 STRANGER THINGS :

dahlia moone x jim hopper.

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“have you ever met someone that is sunshine in human form?” (mb)

veronika antonov x dimitri antonov.

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“all i see is you.” (mb)

reagan cunningham x eddie munson.

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┈─𖨂 FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM :

jupiter ‘juno’ seagrave x newt scammander.

┈─𖨂 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER :

unnamed oc x angel.

┈─𖨂 CELEBRITY :

depends, just ask !

┈─𖨂 DEVIL MAY CRY :

sersi endo x nero.

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unnamed oc x dante sparda.

unnamed oc x vergil sparda.

┈─𖨂 RED DEAD REDEMPTION :

chenoa abraham x arthur morgan.

┈─𖨂 BALDUR’S GATE 3 :

rhaenyra targaryen x astarion ancunín.

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“fight for your fairytale.” (mb)

adenora rose x gale dekarios.

ninat ani’kiirr x karlach.

┈─𖨂 GREY’S ANTANTOMY :

silvana rossi x derek shepherd

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“his eyes were blue.” (mb)

┈─𖨂 SCREAM/HORROR :

kenna lloyd x billy loomis

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“plot twist: he likes you” (mb)

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#anime #roleplay #writing #discord rp #the walking dead #marvel #red dead redemption two #gaming #star wars #magic mike #harry potter #fantastic beasts #jojo's bizarre adventure #god of war #devil may cry #buffy the vampire slayer #avatar #stranger things #celeb rp #celebrity #literate rp #canon x oc

[fanfoolishness]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters

Thanks for the tag, @psalacanthea ! Wow, I'm kind of impressed that Drusilla was your favorite Buffy character, she's not a common one for all-time fav :) Interesting stuff! Aw, Wrex :)

Let's go on a blast to the past, shall we? I may have to cheat and post more than one favorite per fandom, though. :)

The X-Files - Dana Scully (while I was madly in love with Mulder, I wanted to be Scully, so she wins)

Lord of the Rings - Frodo Baggins, Faramir

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Spike (Willow and Buffy are extremely close seconds, but given how much fangirl energy I poured into Spike years ago, he's got to take top prize. On rewatch, though, Buffy is my favorite by a mile overall)

Harry Potter - Harry Potter for mains, Remus Lupin for side characters (you can still find me on AO3 as LoonyLupinLover, LOL)

X-Men: First Class - Erik Lehnsherr

Mass Effect - tied between Garrus Vakarian or Tali'zorah vas Normandy

Bioshock franchise - Booker DeWitt (AKA the sad bad dad)

Dragon Age - Alistair Theirin from DA:O, Varric Tethras overall (I just... I love him so damn much... *clenches fist*)

The Mandalorian - Din Djarin, Peli Motto (WHERE is my Peli action figure???)

Steven Universe - Steven Quartz Cutie-pie Diamond Demayo Universe, my beloved

Yes, fine, I pretty much only get into fandoms if I fall in love with the main character, what of it? Might have been more useful to do a meme that was just 10 favorite side characters because otherwise I just want to cuddle and protect and torment my protagonist, apparently.

Tagging @bethagain, @novantinuum, @mordororbust (who's to blame for the entire fandom experience, honestly XD) and @fake-starwars-fan if you folks are up for it!

#fandom #memes

[passionateways]

Muse list:

Original Characters:

Beau Donovan (doc)

House of the Dragon:

Duncan Leary (doc)

unnamed weredragon OC (WIP/B*sil E*denbenz FC)

unnamed

Harwin Strong (read his extra rules! @harwinbreakbcnes!)

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson (primary)

Supernatural:

Gadreel (upon request)

Wheel of Time:

Perrin Aybara (primary) (affiliated with @lailadearn / @forthewitches)

Loial (upon request)

The Witcher:

Lan Mandragoran

Ishamael

Logain Ablar

Jaskier (primary)

Lambert (secondary)

Rings of Power:

Geralt (heed his extra rules!! @gwynblcde)

Rience (test)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

Arondir (secondary)

(Isildur & Elendil are inactive until further notice)

Sword of Truth:

Rupert Giles

Daniel “Oz” Osbourne

Richard Cypher (secondary)

The Neverending Story:

Fuchur/Falkor (upon request)

Harry Potter:

Remus Lupin (upon request)

"The Elven":

Nuramon, the Elvenprince (doc)

[roleplay-today]

Hi, I'm Jen and I'm 40. I'm looking for RPers 18+

Right now, I’m wanting to do the bottom characters only!

For non Fandom RPS: Demon/Angel Demon/Demon Human/Alien Human/Elf Master/Servant Rich Man/Pole Dancer Rich Man/Poor Man Rich Man/Single Parent Rich Man/Waiter Vampire/Human Vampire/Vampire Vampire/Witch Villain/Hero Villian/Villain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Non-Fandom Tropes for OMC/OMC

A/B/O

Arranged Marriage

Deserted Island

Enemies to Lovers

Exes

Harem

Historical

Pregnancy

Noncon

Rival Mafia Leaders

Rival Kings

Shapeshifters (This includes Werewolves and other kinds of animal shifters)

Single Parents

Soulmates

Pretty much anything OMC/OMC!

Except for: *Anthros *Bathroom Kinks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I RP the following fandoms: Anime: Black Butler Pairings: Claude/Sebastian Eric/Alan Undertaker/Grell Undertaker/OMC Cardcaptor Sakura/Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle Pairings: Touya/Yukito Kurogane/Fai Detective Conan Pairings: Akai/Amuro Digimon Pairings: Davis/Ken Dragon Ball (My Piccolo is Hermaphroditic unless requested to be strictly male!)

Pairings: Android 17/Piccolo Android 17/Mirai Trunks Beerus/Whis Gohan/Piccolo Goku/Vegeta Goku Black/Goku Goku Black/Mirai Trunks Goku Black/Vegeta Mirai Gohan/Mirai Trunks Nail/Piccolo Vegeta/Goku Vegeta/Piccolo Fushigi Yugi Pairings: Tasuki/Chichiri Gakuen Heaven Pairings: Niwa (King)/Keita Hideaki Nakajima/Keita Slayers Pairings: Zelgadis/Xellos Yami No Matsuei Tatsumi/Watari YuYu Hakusho Pairings: Hiei/Kurama DC Universe Pairings: Clark Kent (Superman)/Bruce Wayne (Batman) Games Dragon Age Inquisition Dorian/Male Elven Inquisitor Iron Bull/Male Elven Inquisitor Marvel Universe Avengers Pairings: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes/Loki James ‘Bucky’ Barnes/Tony Stark Tony Stark/Loki Thor/Loki Stephen Strange/Tony Stark Stephen Strange/OMC Daredevil/Punisher Pairings: Frank Castle (Punisher)/Matt Murdock (Daredevil) X-Men Pairings: Logan/Remy Young Avengers Pairings: Hulkling (Teddy Altman)/Wiccan (Billy Kaplan) Other Rare Pairings: Deaf! Clint Barton (Hawkeye)/Matt Murdock James 'Bucky’ Barnes/Erik Lehnsherr Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne Manga Fake Dee/Ryo Finder Pairings: Asami/Liu Fei Long Gorgeous Carat/Gorgeous Carat Galaxy Pairings: Noir/Florian Love Mode Pairings: Haruomi/Kiichi Our Kingdom Pairings: Rei/Akira Petshop of Horrors Pairings: Leon/Count D Lau Wu-Fei “Taizu”/Count D Movies Harry Potter Pairings: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Lord of the Rings Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas Elrond/Legolas Elrond/OMC

If interested, please message me at Jen#5914 on Discord!

#submission

[missmidnights-world]

top de favoritos!!

mi top de personajes favoritos de anime, pelis y series....

Anime:

Piccolo, Broly y Wiss ( Dragon Ball)

Orochimaru y kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Sukuna/itadori (no sé si cuentan como un solo personaje 😅) geto suguru, gojo Satoru (Jujutsu kaisen)

Muzan kibutsuji, inosuke hashira y tanjiro kamado ( demon slayer/ kimetsu no Yaiba)

Monokuma ( Danganronpa)

Uta (Tokyo ghoul)

Kaisuke Baji (Tokyo Revengers)

Sebastián Michells y Ciel Phantomhive ( Black Butler)

L ( Death note)

Personajes femeninos

Bulma, Kale y Caulifla (Dragon Ball)

Lady Stunade (Naruto)

Junko Hiroshima ( Danganronpa)

Seras Victoria y Sir integra Hellsing (Hellsing)

Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu kaisen)

Nezuko kamado y Shinobu

Películas

Personajes masculinos

Severus Snape y Remus Lupín ( Harry Potter)

Black Panter, Hakweye, Barón Zemo ( Marvel)

Dominic Toreto, tej y Román ( Rapidos y Furiosos)

Jack clousou ( La pantera Rosa)

Din dinjarin / Mando, Grogu ( Mandaloriano)

V ( V de venganza)

Miguel O'hara , Hobie brown y Pavitr Prabhakar

Personajes femeninos

Neitiry ( Avatar)

Natasha Romanoff ( Marvel)

Luna Lovegood y Ninfadora Tonks (Harry Potter)

Violet ( Ultra Violet)

Series

Jinx ( Arcane)

Pige ( Voltron)

Esos son algunos de mis personajes favoritos, no está totalmente completo por lo que puede ser que haya una parte 2 de top de favoritos!!.

#Favoritos #Top

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Masterlists, Fandoms, and Character Requests

Rules for requests right here

COD (Call of duty)

John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves

Masterlist Link: CoD

Marauders

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Alice Fortescue, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr

Masterlist Link: Coming soon...

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory, Theodore Nott, Matteo Riddle

Masterlist Link: Coming soon...

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington,Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hagrove

Masterlist Link: Coming soon...

IT

Masterlist Link: Coming soon...

The Last Of Us

Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson, Dina Woodward, Jesse Chang (His last name came from another writer because from what I've seen, there's no mentions of his last name. Please read her works, it's chef's kiss <3)

Master Link: TLOU

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy, Ashley Graham, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong, Luis Serra

Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Mother Miranda, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau

Masterlist Link: Coming soon...

Siren's son asmr/Sirenverse

Masterlist Link: Coming soon...

Slashers

Twilight

Percy Jackson

Hunger Games

Bridgerton

She-ra

ATLA

Big Hero Six

LOTR

Game of Thrones

House of the Dragon

Marvel

MyStreet (Aphmau)

My inner demons (Aphmau)

MCD (Aphmau)

MPHFPC

HTTYD (RTTE)

FNAF

Remarried Empress (Webtoon)

Fictif (Road kill and For the love of gods)

Arcana

Arcane: League of Legends

Disney

OHSHC (Ouran high school host club)

MHA/BNHA

Demon Slayer

ASMR Rp community

My Wattpad acc:

Aethelwyneleigh27

#wattpad #lotr #spiderverse #disney #harry potter #request #masterlist #siren's son asmr #zeke graves #scythe audio #writing #aphmau #mystreet #marvel #httyd #the remarried empress #mha #demon slayer #my inner demons #avatar the last airbender #percy jackson #hunger games #mphfpc #twilight #stranger things #fictif #bridgerton #the arcana #tlou #resident evil

[greenninjagal-blog]

Here Comes the Sun pt4

Oh boy, its been a while, my B. If you missed the previous chapter here’s the [link!] Or if you wanted to catch it from the beginning find it [here!]

Summary: There are things Remus and Virgil don’t talk about. Roman is one of them, and well.... that’s not possible to avoid anymore.

Word Count: 9718

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Read on Ao3 || My General Writing Masterlist

Chapter Four: Stormy

It takes him a while to pick himself off the floor. Virgil isn’t sure how long exactly, given that time has no meaning when he was just lucky to be alive, but no one comes and goes through the stairwell in the time that he’s sitting there.

Or at least he doesn’t think anyone does. If they do, he’d been too out of it to properly be terrified about it.

By the time he peels himself off the railing, and manages to stumble his way down the stairs with lungs that don’t quite work when air that tastes too sweet, the thunderstorm overhead has dropped to a light rain, a drizzle, a sprinkle overhead that does little more than tap on the exterior castle walls and windows to remind everyone it exists.

His whole body feels numb achey. His mind clouded with mud and dull pain in a way that makes it hard to think, much less think about anything for more than thirty seconds.

He knows he wants a shower now. A shower and a three-day-long nap, four if he can get away with it, although he doubts Remus will let him get away with more than nine hours of uninterrupted peace-- and even then it’s stretching it, considering that Virgil owes him a magic cycle that probably contained part of Remus’s soul. How does one come close to repaying that? With Blood? Does it matter if it's not his because he doesn’t have any?

The ache in his neck is a dull thrum, almost strong enough to convince Virgil there’s a real hand there patiently waiting for him to fuck up again, and he adjusts his poncho to make sure that no one else would be able to see the unmistakable blemish under his saltwater skin. 

The last thing he wanted to do was let someone else know about it. Pride could make him fall to his knees, and Malice could threaten to poke it with a knife, and Envy wave a hand to unmake him, but Virgil will die before he lets anyone else know about such a blatant weakness in his otherwise undestroyable body.

((He doesn’t think about Patton’s soft, pitying gaze, about Logan’s horrified one, about Roman’s shifting from anger to confusion. He doesn’t think about how Guildmaster Clay ordered Envy and Malice to get rid of them and drag Patton back here or about how the Shadow Force have never failed a mission given to them because they don’t have weaknesses. He doesn’t think about how Roman had his heel so close to it that he could have killed Virgil without meaning to and Remus would have been left all alone probably never knowing exactly what happened because Virgil simply wasn’t quick enough to dodge.))

Due to the nature of Remus by himself-- namely his destructive habits, volatile personality, and the sheer amount of wealth he brings in through his jobs when he does them-- he earned himself preferential treatment in choosing his room in the castle back when it was still under construction. The Guildmaster called it a perk of being a Shadow Force member, and Remus had spit in his face for his troubles.

He picked one as far away from the others as he could get. It wasn’t exactly made for multiple people, even though it was probably larger than any of the rooms back at the orphanage Virgil had grown up in, with a bathroom that always had hot water, a large bay window with runes carved on the outside that insulated it, and a closet big enough for even Remus in his Dragon Force form to stroll through without risking damaging his clothes. It wasn’t made for Remus to have a roommate, but Remus had demanded that a second bed be provided and he’d dragged Virgil inside.

((“Like Hell I’m letting you live around the rest of them,” Remus had said doing that thing where he pretended to be preoccupied with their surroundings instead of every pump of Virgil’s watery heart. Virgil had reached out and gently pried his claws from his skin and bandaged the welts and neither of them had talked for the rest of the night.))

At night, when Virgil can’t sleep despite his near constant exhaustion, he curls up in the bay window and listens to the rain hit the glass over the sound of Remus’s snores and remembers the feeling of Remus’s arm hooking over his neck pulling him close. He thinks of that tone, that growl, those words that he said and how no one else had ever said anything close to that to him before.

Sometimes if he’s tired enough, eyes drooping, mind humming, limbs heavy as lead and bundled under his blanket with his head against the glass… sometimes he doesn’t feel the crippling guilt that comes with it.

Remus had become a synonym for safety long before Virgil had known what the word had even meant. Remus was the shield at his back, the strength in his knees, the determination in Virgil’s soul. They’d met on a fluke, but had chosen to stay together the rest of the time.

Virgil couldn’t even imagine the last time someone had chosen him. Foster families hadn’t liked that his raincloud couldn’t be cleared up with a few hugs and soft words, his various boyfriends had always found someone better, even the people they had helped through fighting the monsters that had plagued their towns had paid them and sent them away.

But Remus had picked him. When Virgil had had no one, he’d had Remus. They were their own little fucked up family; just the two of them against the world. 

Chimera Tongue had certainly shown them that they couldn’t afford to wish for anything more. Virgil hadn’t thought of himself as selfish until he was clinging to Remus pleading please please keep fighting, please don’t leave me, please Remus I’m sorry--

And now Virgil had fucked that up, too, by losing the one last thing that Remus actually cared about.

Virgil stumbles into the wall, breathing deeply as his vision spins without a reason. He hovers for a second there, listening to the rain dance and gathering the balance he hadn’t realized he was missing. He’s lucky, so very lucky, that everyone else is brimming with excitement over their winning fight with Star Burst; they’re too busy getting drunk and shouting in the guild hall to wander this area and getting stupid ideas about picking fights with exhausted water mages.

Virgil breathes in deeply, and steels himself. There’s just a little more treading through the building-- the too big, too cold, too empty and miserable and stupid building. He shoves off the wall, and focuses on putting one foot in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other until he gets to their actual door.

And then he notices their door lock is broken.

There’s a large boot imprint in the metal reinforced door where the locking mechanism would be, bending the slate itself and the hinges are cracked in a way that only comes from being furious, made of metal, and part dragon.

Of course. Right. Roman had implied that he’d stopped by the guildhall before and most likely had come face to face with Remus, the only dragon slayer Chimera Tongue had. Judging from the lack of obvious missing internal organs, Remus must have not managed to get a good enough hit on him before Roman had fled the party or Guildmaster Clay had called Remus back to his side, with his perfect master plan in place. 

Either way it suggested unfinished business. Horrible, angering, festering, unfinished business. And if Remus was already pissed off before knowing about his bike….Virgil does not look forward to what's about to happen.

His limbs drag for a moment, standing there on the other side of the door staring at the damage and thinking about how all of his possessions are on the other side, about how Rule Four had been a binding promise between both of them for so long but it hadn’t ever considered that Virgil would find the end of Remus’s patience for his fuck ups. 

Remus loved his bike. It had been with him since before Virgil had met him. A raggedy old thing that was made of so many spare parts cobbled together that Virgil had once joked that it was an entirely new bike, a stupid dumb vehicle that Remus took care of with a reverance that he never afforded with any other object in his vicinity, a ridiculous familiar piece of stability that had probably been the last real reminder of the life he’d had before Chimera Tongue.

His stomach churns painfully, and Virgil forces himself to take the last step forward.

He doesn’t bother actually opening the door; at best it’s probably jammed, at worst he’ll force it open and it will fall off the hinges entirely and then Remus will have no door. Instead, he condenses his body into a puddle and slips under the crack in the floor and reassembles himself on the other side, making it exactly three feet before the world around him turns hazy and he slams face first into the floor.

The ground sways under him, the very gravity of the tectonic plates sending every drop of liquid in him swirling in confusion. He doesn’t actually remember the collision with the ground, just blinking his exhausted eyes and he’s staring at the wood grains instead of the interior of the room that he’d lived in for so long and his head is ringing with the same sounds of the “evil explosion” Logan had hit him with. For a long, endless moment, all the water in him tries to fill the shape of the room, spreading out like a spill before he remembers he’s actually human shaped.

“Hey Virge,” Remus says deceptively casually from somewhere far, far away. 

There’s a telltale familiar sound of metal snapping, crunching, being torn and chewed and swallowed. Virgil would know it anywhere: He’s heard it a million times before when they were in the middle of a battle, when they were passing through a town and stopped at a random house to unhinge his jaw, when he was feeling some emotion and it was easier to gather up magical energy than talk about it.

Remus, Virgil thinks as he memorizes the wood grains of the floorboards, is an emotional eater. He wonders where he got it from. The mysterious magical dragon that pseudo-raised him and probably doesn’t actually exist? His parents, whoever they had been before Remus had been all alone with just a bike and rage towards a twin brother? Or was it something he picked up to cope like Virgil had picked up sleeping in odd hidey-holes where no one would find him?

His vision hovers in the solid darkness for a moment; the exhaustion of the fight, of using his powers so much, of successfully not getting murdered blankets over him and whispers that sleep would be very nice, very kind, very worthwhile. He deserves it.

Remus is safe, his brain whispers. Remus is safe, even though Virgil has seen him destroy buildings to make a point, seen him plunge his metal rods into and through people who said the wrong thing at the wrong time, seen him transform from something human to something distinctly not when someone else got too close to something he deemed was his own. 

Remus is safe; he’s the one that proposed Rule One.

But no one likes the rain forever.

((And wasn’t that the crux of everything? If Virgil was just a little stronger, a little more in control, a little less of a giant magical waste of potential then neither of them would be in this mess: Virgil would have done something that would have stopped Clay and Greed and saved Remus and he would have fought back against Pride and Envy and Malice. He would have been a world class magician without the need for a fucking guild, and every town would have welcomed them without umbrellas and grumbles. Thomas Sanders would have tracked him down in that stupid orphanage and seen how powerful he was and adopted him on the spot and Virgil wouldn’t have to wonder what the sun felt like because he would be lov--))

“You missed all the fun,” Remus says, crunch, crunch, crunching, deceptively unbothered if there had ever been a bone in Remus’s body capable of deception. Instead his tone comes out pointed and jagged like his canines. “How was your trip? Did you enjoy your little errand run?”

“Let’s not call kidnapping an errand,” Virgil says, lifting his head enough to make out where Remus is lounging on his queen sized bed eating his way through a broadsword with a personalized handle-- which means that Virgil can look forward to the owner being pissed at them later. 

Or well. Pissed at Virgil, later. Because when Remus realizes that Virgil totaled his bike, Virgil is going to be thrown directly into the maws of the other members and every single grudge they have against him is going to come pouring in. Remus is safe, but that’s because everyone knows better than to mess with something Remus owns, and he quite clearly declared Virgil part of his possessions in their first week there when someone stuck their whole hand into Virgil’s chest and Remus put a steel round bar through their left lung and dared them to try it again.

Without Remus’s protection, would he even last a day? An hour? 

Could he get away with keeping it a secret just for a little bit? Would he fare better with a pissed off Remus when he’s able to run or a slightly less pissed off Remus when he can’t even picture getting off the ground right now?

“What would you call it?” Remus asks before Virgil can decide. “A favor? A pleasure? An indulgence for Dear Daddy Clay?”

“I don’t want to call it anything, actually. It was nothing.”

((Virgil is not thinking about big blue eyes or a soft welcoming voice saying, “You poor thing, you’re soaking wet! Here, let me get you some dry clothes before you catch a cold.” He’s not thinking about the magical exhaustion that slammed into him, a “minor arcana card” that implied he intentionally didn’t go for a heavier blow despite everything Virgil had done, the look of dawning horror on his face when he caught sight of the discoloration in Virgil’s collarbone, the fact that he can attack at a range with an ungodly precision and he still didn’t take the shot when Virgil had started running away-- He is not thinking about it because Patton Hart was nothing, nothing, nothing, but one of the only people who knows how vulnerable Virgil really is.))

Remus doesn’t look impressed. There’s a twitch of his mustache, a glint of his nose piercings as he sniffs the air, and whatever results he gets tells him exactly how much bullshit Virgil is full of.

“Nothing doesn’t get my bike destroyed.”

Virgil does not liquidate himself into a puddle but it's a close thing. He plops his head back onto the floorboards, too guilty to look up and face him. Virgil is, after all, a coward at heart who doesn’t like to fight. “You already know?”

“I knew the moment it took you longer than two hours to get back,” Remus takes another bite of the sword, and Virgil winces as he imagines the sharp shards of metal tearing through Remus’s throat on their way to his stomach. “What happened? Because I assume it wasn’t that you stopped for a booty call and your hook up stole the kid and my bike.”

Virgil groans, hitting his head on the floor boards in a way that makes the hollowed out sound. “I’m sorry. I’ll find a way to pay you back--”

“Like fuck you will,” Remus grounds out.

“But--”

“Does it look like I give a flying fuck about the bike?” Remus growls. 

((The bike that he has nearly killed people for looking at. The bike that he spends more time working on than he does taking care of himself. The bike that is the only constant thing he’s had from even before they met. Virgil thinks he’s going insane; why wouldn’t Remus care about the bike?))

“Tell me what fucking happened, Virge.”

“Patton fucking Hart happened,” Virgil says, and almost immediately feels guilty about saying it out loud because he’s nothing. “I don’t know, I mean… He was just…He said he thought we could be fucking friends. I hate him so much. I hate that whole guild, Remus. I was distracted by him and I thought I did everything fine, but then the next thing I know is that I’m getting fireballs thrown at me by some guy falling right out of the air and if I wasn’t made of water I would be actually dead--”

Remus bites so hard into a sword that cracks down the rest of the blade and shatters at the hilt, showering him in fragments. The sudden sharp noise makes Virgil flinch and swallow the rest of what he was going to say, but Remus continues chewing without a care, swiping up the blade fragments with his free hand.

“Wondered where he ran off to,” Remus says after swallowing, a hard edge in his tone that makes Virgil very aware of all the similarities between him and his twin.

It doesn’t really take two guesses to figure out who he’s talking about from there. Virgil can close his eyes and see Roman’s furious expression all over again, can hear his grandiose tone claiming a familial relationship to Remus like Remus doesn’t actively hurt at the thought of him. Virgil never understood why Remus preferred to look like he’s never heard of a hairbrush, but he thinks that if his reflection was the spitting image of someone he can’t even say the name of… well, Virgil would have started avoiding mirrors too. Mostly.

But it doesn’t mean much now. 

Virgil says, “I’m sorry about the bike. I should have put it out, I just…I didn’t-- I mean, I’ll make it up to you, I swear. I didn’t mean--”

“Stop bringing up the bike, Virgil! Are you fucking stupid?!”

Virgil jerks so hard that nearly chokes himself on his poncho. 

Remus is staring at him with a harsh fire in his eyes that makes him look equal parts ready to skewer anyone who gets close and like he needs a hug. Virgil has never known which one that Remus actually wants even after all this time, but it never stops making Virgil feel awful for letting whatever caused that look on his face to happen.

“For someone who is immune to physical fucking attacks, you’re incredibly dense, Dumbass,” he says, and when that doesn’t magically make Virgil understand what key fact he’s obviously missing here Remus swings himself into a proper sitting position and says very slowly, “He almost killed you.” 

Virgil blinks. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention--”

Remus throws the handle of the sword at him and it slides right through his head and clatters to a stop against the door at his back. Thunder rumbles over their heads, a flash of lighting that causes the lights to flicker, but even then Remus doesn’t look away from where Virgil is frozen in place. 

“Apologizing for someone else almost fucking killing you is not endearing,” Remus spells out. “I swear when I see that asshole again I’m going to put a rebar in every single one of his limbs.”

“B-but he’s your brother!”

“He left me to fucking die, Virgil,” Remus snarls, and Virgil realizes that they just waltzed right into the biggest of Remus’s Third Rule Territories.

((They both have them and they’re both aware of the other’s; after so long together how could they not be? They learned to read each other well enough that they know when to back off without the other having to say it. Virgil doesn’t talk about the foster families who preferred sunny days to him, or the list of lovers that never loved the rain, or how he learned that it was easier to leave before people asked because then he could trick himself into thinking he never outstayed his welcomes. Remus doesn’t talk about his brother, the dragon that raised him (supposedly), or who he was before Virgil met him and who he had wanted to be before all this started. 

Rule Three is the rug they can kick those memories and feelings back underneath where they never have to face them.

Except, Virgil gets the feeling Roman showing up in person just burned the shit out of the rug.))

There’s a pressure in the air as the lightning cracks across the sky, in a way that Virgil imagines would be pretty impressive. Somewhere deep in the castle someone hollers excitedly, but it seems like a whole other dimension compared to their little room. 

Remus glares at him, but also not at him. It takes a beat, two, three, and then he lets out a breath and Virgil realizes that they both stopped breathing at the same time.

“He left me,” Remus says, as if now that he’s said it, admitted it, declared it…it actually happened. “He left me to die. As far as I’m concerned he’s nothing to me. Less than nothing. In fact, he’s an active fucking target I’m going to put in the ground when we see each other again. None of this would have fucking happened if Clay didn’t have me on a leash around this shithole.”

Virgil’s stomach twists inside him, more painful than the wrestling blob of poison in his collarbone, than the aching electricity that had zipped through him, than the flaming boot that had nearly evaporated him. “Remus… you don’t have to--”

Remus shuts him up with a glare. Which is on brand, because the rest of the words were fluttering in the air, unignorable, “care about me”.

Something in Virgil shakes at his core. The same part that still whispers about Thomas Sanders adopting him, the same part that memorizes the tingling feeling of Remus’s hugs, the same part that he takes and waterboards until it learns to shut up again, because no one loves the rain, no matter what they say, and the proof is literally right above their heads right now. 

Remus reaches for a knife conveniently stabbed into the wall next to him and stuffs the whole thing in his mouth, handle and all and Virgil tries not to let the wishy-washy feeling in his entire body leak into the rest of the room.

He focuses instead on forcing himself up to his feet, teetering as the water in his body tries to decide the best way to get out. There’s a mud puddle where he’d been lying, but at least Virgil knows that it's not the worst thing they’ve ever had to clean off the floorboards. The lizardmen guts from Remus’s boots had leaked into the wood grains and created a stench so foul that they had to replace the boards themselves.

His bed is only a few feet away, and much more exciting than the hard wood. It’s only a twin sized, and Virgil had to buy the bedding himself, but it was his and it was more than enough for him right now at this moment. He settles down on the edge, focusing on the complex, cumbersome task of unlacing his boots and scooping the caked mud from in between the laces. Remus horks back up the polymer handle and then throws the useless handle across the room and watches it collide with the wall of swords he collects like he was expecting it to give him more satisfaction than it does.

“I can’t believe he’s a dragon slayer,” Remus says. “I cannot fucking believe-- Like he of all people deserves the right to talk to a dragon…fuckhead doesn’t even use the right forms.”

“There are forms?” Virgil asks before he can stop himself.

“What, you think I just lash out however I feel like?” 

Virgil does not answer that because yes he fucking did think that. Remus once leveled a whole town, and his only comment was “are there anymore wyverns?” But to be fair, the more Virgil thinks about it, comparing his fight with Roman versus his many, many, many spars with Remus, there was a distinct difference in their fight stances and the way that Roman moved was nothing like how Remus did. There was still the power component, but Remus’s attacks were far stronger, backed by his own energy.

“There are forms,” Remus says, flexing his fingers as if fighting phantom pains. “It’s a lot of power and it can break bones if not handled right. He should know better.” 

Virgil’s not sure if he means his own bones or other people’s. Logically he knew that despite his outward appearance Remus did pull his punches in fights-- his honoring of Rule Two, no matter how much of a pain it was for him to focus on that so much. Virgil hadn’t realized how much he had been asking Remus to do when the rules had been made, but it was touching that he still bothered with it all. Virgil slid his foot out of his boot, forcing his thoughts towards the relieving feeling of getting his shoes off after his unexpected two hour hike through the backroads, instead of how much of a shitty friend he was.

“There were stories,” Remus continues, his tone painfully bitter. “He was obsessed with those stories…He should know all fucking forms and all his special moves and everything. His dragon…”

Remus grinds his morals together. “We...There was a village along the coast about a week’s travel from here--”

“You don’t have to--”

“Rule Three,” Remus says, flicking a metal shard into the air and catching it between his razor sharp teeth. “Ya, I know. But I want… I want to tell you this shit. Why I don’t talk about him. You deserve to know.”

((I really don’t, Virgil thinks, but Remus’s red eyes are glowing like embers in a fire, staring a million miles away while he rolls his tongue piercing along his teeth. You’ve already given me enough, Remus.))

“It was a little place. Literally no name, so small that when we got into trouble Mom could scream our names and everyone in it would know we were doing shit again.” He says, holding one of the fallen factions of the blade up in the air as if he could see something in the metal that wasn’t just his reflection that looks exactly like his twin brother’s.

“I know you don’t believe shit about Dragons being real,” Remus starts.

“No I--”

“I can your heart beat, Wet Willy,” Remus says boredly, glancing at him unimpressed. “Don’t worry. No one believes me about Metallica. You get used to it.”

Virgil pulls off his boot and tosses it to the side to clean later, probably a little harder than he needed to. Yeah, Remus could get used to it, but it didn’t mean he should. It’s not like Virgil doesn’t want to believe in giant flying monsters that could eradicate towns with a simple breath attack, but he can’t wrap his mind around why anything like that wouldn’t have already killed them all. 

When Virgil had first asked, Remus had just shrugged and said They don’t want to? Which led him to believe that as much as Remus claimed to have been raised by a Dragon and then abandoned by one mysteriously without warning, the truth was much more along the lines of Remus had gotten hit in the head very hard and woke up remembering that his magic was Dragon themed and made up his own backstory for it.

Except that Roman… Roman was a real, carbon copy of Remus who also knew this mysterious Dragon Slayer Magic that literally no one else in the whole of Fiore knows. Which means that everything Virgil had assumed was a fabrication now had a bit of weight and Dragons might be real.

And Virgil thinks he might be too exhausted, strung out, and emotionally ill-equipped to deal with that kind of revelation, so he shoves it in a box in the back of his brain to deal with never and focuses on wriggling out of his soaking poncho instead. The ache in his arms reaches all the way back to his collarbone leaving the phantom feeling of a hand pressing on his weakest point, testing, testing, testing.

“There were legends about dragons out there in our boring village; the type that everyone believed in. Except me, I guess,” Remus continues. “Fuckery about the dragon wars that literally no one remembers anymore… There was one about how the Dragons gave their favorite humans powers and trained them to protect themselves so other dragons didn’t come and swallow them in one gulp. Roman would not shut up about it. He insisted that we spend every weekend sneaking out of the village walls and go romping through the woods to see if we could find one and make it give us powers.

“Then one day sometime… fuck we must have been like eight…. some cultist bastards showed up. Don’t know who they were, and they didn’t introduce themselves before stabbing the village chief through his chest…they were rounding up all the kids, killing anyone over sixteen.”

Virgil pauses looking up at Remus as his tone gets bolder. Louder. Harsher. His piercing clicks over his teeth the same way Virgil imagines it might sound for a bloody sword to be dragging along a cobblestone town square amidst screaming innocent civilians.

“The Magic Council didn’t come?” Virgil asks tentatively. “A guild?”

“What Council?” Remus asks, grinning wickedly as though there’s some great part of him that finds all of this hilarious. “If any guild came around it was long after everything happened and they probably tripped on the skeletons we left behind!

“Roman and I were running. We knew all the ways out of the village but I was just a step behind him, and one of those fuckers grabbed me. I screamed. I screamed his name, and he just kept running-- Didn’t even turn around. And I tried to tell myself that he just hadn’t heard me, but that’s goblin shit. He had to have heard me and he didn’t stop. He left me to be used for whatever they wanted all the kids for and he had never tried-- he’d never-- I wasn’t ever--”

Remus growls, throwing himself into a sitting position and grinding his pointed teeth together. His hands come up tearing at his already messy hair, his metal scales appearing over his cheeks and arms like it could protect him from his own memories.

“Remus,” Virgil says.

“I got away because the cult fucker tripped over my dead mother’s body, Virgil! He let go of me and I landed inches from her unseeing face and every time I close my eyes I still see her green eyes.”

((Green eyes. Like Roman’s.))

“I…I scrambled up and ran until I actually dropped dead somewhere miles away from civilization in the woods around our village covered in the blood of my people, my family. He left me there!” Remus’s voice raises, booming and dangerous and deadly. His eyes glowed like embers of fire, red hot and pained. He’s standing all of a sudden, metal scales glittering across his arms, his legs, his chest, his cheeks, turning his hands into sharpened claws and his mop of hair dancing under the force of his own magic. The floor under his combat boots ignites in a neon green light, etching out the symbols of his magic circle effortlessly, and Virgil thinks that he doesn’t even know he’s doing it as his tail sways behind him.

“I should have died,” Remus roars. ”He left me to die and now he’s prancing around in the nations top magic guild, laughing with his stupid, little friends pretending like he didn’t kill me!”

“Remus, you aren’t dead,” Virgil says, carefully standing up to match him, the heart he doesn’t have beating just a little too hard.

“Why do I feel like I am?!” Remus spits. “He didn’t even stay for the full fight! He got that stupid calling card and suddenly I wasn’t even worth his attention anymore, again! Why is he always leaving me? Why does everything hurt inside? Why does the mere thought of Roman make me want to claw my heart out of my chest just to figure out what is wrong with it?! Why-- Why--”

His claws go for his own wrists and Virgil is lunging forward at the same moment, grabbing one of his muscled arms and yanking it away from the scales on the other. Green light floods the room as they grapple suddenly, thunder and rain shaking the very foundations of the castle.

Remus has always been the stronger of the two of them: it's what makes them such a powerful combo. Virgil’s wickedly fast water attacks from a distance and by the time that their opponent realizes that Remus caught up, he’s pile-driving a metal beam into their organs at point blank range with all the fury of an actual magic mobile. The metal he wears and eats and breathes is heavy and the force he swings with is debilitating.

But Virgil, however exhausted, however desperate, however hurting that he is, has more determination in his soul than he thinks anyone would ever understand. He digs into his core, wherever his magic comes from even if he’s depleted every drop of magic from today, he’ll dig into tomorrow’s and next week’s and next year's supply, if it means that Remus doesn’t gravely injure himself.

The Dragon Slayer’s knees give out and Virgil is just barely there to catch him, not that it means much because he’s 90% muscle and holding him up is like holding up the world itself. Remus shakes, and Virgil wants to scream as he clings around Remus’s arms, pushing him into the floor, ignoring where his dragon tail tries repeatedly to tear through his torso, ignoring the pounding fog in his head, ignoring how Remus growls more animal-like than human. 

Ignoring how the line between anger and grief is fine and sharp and Remus, himself, probably doesn’t know which side he’s on.

((Virgil thinks of how Roman’s eyes burned with their own personal hellfires, how his body exploded into flames, how he towered over Virgil and slammed his heel into Virgil’s aching, vulnerable chest, and said, “Tell me again about how all of this is my fault.” 

He thinks about how the first thing that Roman had done when breaking free of Virgil's Waterlock was check on his teammates. How Roman had come running for Patton the second he'd known Patton was missing. How Roman had called out to Logan when Virgil’s attack had hit him. How Roman had looked furious for the protection of his friends and yet Virgil felt himself getting equally angry at the fact that Roman couldn’t have done that years ago when Remus had needed it.

He thinks and he thinks and he needs to stop thinking because Roman was an asshole. He was an asshole. Virgil would pick Remus over him any day.

He’s seen the worst Remus can offer and he still likes his company more than any other person in this magic infested country. Remus has seen Virgil on his lowest days and picked him back up without asking for anything in return. There’s a bomb in Virgil’s neck right now because he refused to run when Remus needed his help, refused to stand by when Remus was in pain, refused to cave until Clay made him. 

How could anyone leave him behind? Much less someone who claimed to be Remus’s brother?))

The rain pounds down on the castle, the sound of it seeping through the stone and wood until the chill of the room permeates with it. Luckily-- or not-- Remus seems to mixed up in his own thoughts to notice Virgil's thunderous silence. It’s sluggish and slow as the passing of time, and Virgil feels each second sink into his muddied body making him infinitely heavier than he’s ever wanted to be.

He doesn’t know how long it takes; if it's longer than the other times Remus has his breaks or if it’s mercifully shorter. If Virgil’s presence helps or if it’s just another thing spurring him on the teetering edge that he’s been sauntering across for years now, testing how far the cliff edge will carry him before it crumbles under his feet and sends him into a darkness he can’t come back from. 

((Virgil’s wanted to be the good guy for as long as he’s been alive, and he thinks that Remus wanted to be once as well. He doesn’t know if Remus still does, doesn’t blame Remus if he wants to try burning the world to ground now, doesn’t quite have the courage to ask when he’s already holding Remus to the ground, begging him “please keep fighting, please don’t give up, please, Remus.”))

The magic glow around him dims and Virgil’s breath comes out short and sharp and just as pained as Remus’s. His tail dematerializes, his scales fade back into his tanned skin until there’s no trace of them, his pupils round back out from the slits they transformed into, but Virgil holds on, as if he can share every one of his thank-yous, all of his you’re-everything-to-mes, each of his I’m-sorry-I-got-us-into-this-messes through physical contact alone. 

“You smell like Old Man Clay,” Remus says, voice raw. 

Virgil tries not to sob or bury his head into Remus’s shoulder blade. A sheet of rain hits the window, rattling it. “Just got back from a meeting with him.” 

“F-fuck.”

Virgil isn’t sure which of them say it. He doesn’t think it matters.

His arms ache, his stomach vaguely feels like it's not actually part of him anymore. His head buzzes, and the world sways, and everything is wrong about both of them. He wants to take Remus and run and disappear somewhere where neither of them have to think about the rain, fire, or the color orange.

But there are runes around the castle, meticulously placed, stacked, impossible to break without the Greed knowing, much less without injury. 

And even attempting to break them is a breach of Remus’s contract.

Virgil shakes as he lets go of Remus’s arm, watching as he flexes his fingers to return the blood he doesn’t have to them and pretending that the unfurnished wall opposite of them is the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.

“My bike,” Remus rasps quietly, which is upsetting because Remus doesn’t do anything quietly. “Did it at least make a good explosion?”

Virgil shrugs, between the adrenaline, the fight, and everything that came after he doesn’t exactly remember most of it. He thinks if he opens his mouth he’ll start crying again, and he can’t afford to lose the little bit of water still left in him.

“The next one will,” Remus decides. “I’ll set it up with a remote detonator and ask Clay to take it for a test ride.”

The guildmaster would never. He has ten different vehicles in the garage and Virgil’s never seen him use a single one of them. But the idea of a bright and flashy explosion, heat so hot that it turns the rain to steam, and a force so great that not even ashes are left behind of the person who ruined their lives…

Virgil could dream for just a moment about it, couldn’t he?

“Do you…” Virgil croaks, “Do you think we’ll ever get your contract and rip it apart?”

Not Do you want to, not Can we try again, not Remus, do you remember what it’s like to travel somewhere for fun? Virgil doesn’t want to know those answers. Virgil’s not even sure he wants to know the answer to the one he asked.

For someone made of water, his throat feels really dry.

“This again?” Remus says, almost a laugh in his chest, that he’s pushing out like he can force normality through sheer willpower and is daring Virgil to call his bluff. “You know that bastard keeps it behind a wall of fifty curses specifically against the two of us, specifically against you, in case the first time wasn’t fucking clear enough. So what? Did you pick up a new magic while you were out? I don’t think magic rings are going to cut it.”

 Thunder grumbles overhead, and Remus’s ears twitch, catching on to Virgil’s mood as he sighs and drops his head into knees. “No.”

“So no, we’re not going to try breaking into the archives.”

“I mean,” Virgil says, reaching up to rub his cheeks. “That’s just assuming he doesn’t keep it safely up his ass.”

“If it were just up his ass, I’d eviscerate him right now and pull it out of his mangled remains, before he could activate any of his stupid binding magic,” Remus says. “So until Greed’s that addled with age, what’s the point of pretending like I’m anything other than another one of Clay’s bitch boys?”

“I…” Virgil swallows. “I don’t know. To have something to look forward to?”

Remus is quiet for a moment, then he lets out a laugh. His real laugh: all sharp edges and grating that makes everyone else back away in fear, but sounds like protection and safety to Virgil. It makes his heart ache, and his lungs squeeze, and his collarbone burn.

“Even if we did get our hands on that contract, we’d still have another problem.” Remus glances at him, pupils trained on Virgil’s left side chest. Virgil fights the urge to cover up the orange blob floating there even though he knows that Remus can’t see it through the fabric.

“You know Rule Four applies to you too, right, Dipshit?” Remus nudges his shoulder.

Virgil nudges him back. “Just answer the question, will you? Do you think about ever leaving here?”

“Where would we even go?”

“Just somewhere else, Re. Anywhere. We could make it up as we go.”

Remus snorts, “What, like we did when we were eighteen?” He shakes his head, “Come on, Virgil you hated that year; never staying in a place for longer than a few days, getting run out of town, and spending the nights camping in the woods wild awake afraid that some creature was gonna sneak up on us because the rain made it impossible to hear anything…” He waves his arms around their room. “At least here… At least here you have a bed and food and a ceiling away from your mopey ass raincloud.”

Virgil doesn’t make a noise which causes Remus to look at him, those beady red eyes pinning him in place.

“Virge.”

“You are rationalizing this,” Virgil blurts out. “You are trying to rationalize the shitty things you’ve been coerced into doing. None of this is okay! We are not okay!”

“Have we ever been?” Remus asks and Virgil thinks that he means it as a joke but for some reason Virgil can’t find it funny. 

He spins around and grabs Remus’s wrists. His hands aren’t big enough to wrap around the Dragon Slayer’s meaty arms, but Remus stays limp and lets him trace the metallic veins. “I want better for us! I want-- I want to walk through the guild hall without thinking I’m walking into a lion’s den. I want to go on jobs that I want to do, that help people and I want to get paid for my services in full. I want you-- I want you to be happy, Remus! Okay? This is not you being happy.”

Remus jerks away from him. “But what if it is? What the hell do you know about me?”

“I’d like to think I know when you’re faking shit!” Virgil snaps back. “You hate it here. Stop pretending for my sake. I don’t like it either!”

Remus’s fists curl in on themselves. If Virgil was anyone else he would have missed the subtle shake of them. 

“There’s nothing different,” Remus says. “Between what I’m doing now and what I was doing before. Breaking things, punching annoying people, fighting, laughing as everyone runs and screams-- There’s nothing different about me with a collar and me without one! Clay just points me at a new target and I do the same shit I’ve always done! I don’t know why you’re upset about it.”

“This is different!” Virgil says. “You--”

“Rule Three!” Remus cuts in so sharply it feels like a physical bite. The air stills and rings and Virgil’s thunderstorm sounds so very distant. There are a million words in his brain, bubbling in his stomach and climbing up his throat to make their debut right there in between them.

But Remus is shaking, from his shoulders to his knees and he’s not looking at Virgil and Rule Three. 

How many times has he ever called a Rule Three? Virgil can count it on one hand, maybe. There wasn’t much that Remus didn’t like to talk about, other than details of his past that Virgil understood now. So Virgil takes a deep breath and swallows every syllable that tries to escape his mouth and remind Remus of who it was that picked Virgil out of that rain puddle so long ago.

“I want to dye my hair,” He says instead, as washy as water trying to settle in a too-small cup.

Remus exhales equally uneven. “What color?”

“Don’t… I don’t know,” Virgil says. “Purple? I didn’t think about it much.”

“Then what brought this on?”

“I thought it was time for a change, Dickwad. Aren’t you supposed to be supportive?”

“You hate change,” Remus says, “That’s what you said when I was trying to get you to change your body shape, try some piercings, update your wardrobe because you’ve been wearing the same poncho since I met you.”

“I’m made of water, Remus,” Virgil cuts in. “My clothes have to be synthetically tailored to dissipate with my body when the surface tension breaks and that costs a lot of money we don’t have. And I have a thunderstorm over my head at all times! It doesn’t usually make sense to change anything about myself because I’m always….wet. No, wait, stop, don’t say anything--”

“You’re the one that said it!” Remus croons. “Wet, wet, wet--”

“Shut Up!”

“Tell me, Virgil, are you moist? Maybe a little damp? Does hanging around me and my hot sexy body get you--”

“REMUS!”

He laughs, leaning back and Virgil can almost believe that everything is fine, that minutes ago Virgil wasn’t keeping him from prying off his own skin, that Roman didn’t leave Remus to die when they were eight and now they are not kidnapping people for fun and that they are not one stray order away from never being able come back from the darkness. 

((Because Virgil would follow Remus to the ends of the Earth, to the depth of despair, to wherever Guildmaster Clay makes Remus go, because everyone leaves, but not Virgil, but not Remus.))

“Oh wait, I forgot!” Remus says before Virgil can choke on the pretend pleasantry filling up the air. “It's not me you have the hots for! You’ve been wanting to jump Janus Ekans’s bones since you first saw him.”

“I do not--” 

“Then you want him to jump your bones,” Remus says. “But the question is, are we sure he’s a top? What will you do if Mr. Mirror Man doesn’t want to hear you call him “daddy”--”

“Water Ray,” Virgil says, with his voice way too high for Remus to do anything other than laugh as his palm mists water into the other’s face as proof he shouldn’t even be conscious, much less using his powers. Remus shakes his head like a wet dog, with a feral, undaunted grin already lining up his next comment. 

But then again, Virgil thinks it’s his own fault for Remus knowing in the first place. He didn’t mean to tell anyone-- not that he thought that dating guys was wrong or that Remus would hate him for it. His first three boyfriends hadn’t exactly been the best when it came to the constant rain, and after the disaster of flooding a town last time he’d been dumped, Virgil had just...decided to give up on romance.

But Janus Ekans.

Virgil hadn’t known his name at the time; just happened to have noticed him as he was walking back into the guild with Remus at his side having finished a job together that ended with Remus covered in mud and cackling wildly on top of a giant Sea Monster’s Corpse while Virgil accepted their payment from the grateful, but soaked clients. Remus had drawn all the attention of the other guild members with his boisterous kicking in of the guild hall doors and shouts of “WE’RE BACK MOTHERFUCKERS”.

Guildmaster Clay and Malice had been standing at the bar counter with two people Virgil didn’t recognize and immediately wished he did because holy shit that was a Hot Guy(™). Virgil always had a thing for blondes and dark colors, and the gold trims of his outfit glittered like how Virgil had imagined the sun might have. His eyes were sharp glancing over at them, or well at Remus, before they pinned Virgil in place with a soft smile like a knife.

Guildmaster Clay had apologized for the rain, outside through gritted teeth and Janus had laughed and said “It’s no bother. My abilities are rather powerful in the rain and I quite enjoy the sound of it hitting the windows. Perhaps we can work out a deal where I borrow your rainmaker for a day or two…?”

And Virgil had quite literally turned into a puddle. Which for obvious reasons had concerned the hell out of Remus and Virgil hadn’t been able to get more than a syllable out in his flustered state. Guildmaster Clay had herded Janus upstairs to talk more about “business” and an “alliance with Cosmic Dust” which was right about when Virgil realized that he was hopelessly doomed to never have a good romantic relationship. 

Cosmic Dust, as everyone knew, was a dark guild. The antithesis to Star Burst: evil, illegal, and just as powerful. It was the number one Dark Guild in the region, the most sought after by the Magic Council and filled with the most dangerous people that Virgil never wanted to be found alone in a room with.

Or at least it had been, until about eight months ago when a group of unnamed, undisclosed Star Burst members literally stumbled upon their secret hideout and managed to blow it up and unleash a giant plant monster that wrecked the nearby mountains, scattering evil mages into the wind like the ashes of their base. Virgil had read it in the news, half in awe, half in disgust: the members of Star Burst weren’t named and the magic council was taking credit for what had happened, and there was nothing about Janus anywhere in the limited information about the mages that had been caught.

If there had been a deal in the workings to loan Virgil’s services out to them, well, the Guildmaster hadn’t brought it up to Virgil again.

“...he was there, you know,” Remus says after a minute, his smile slipping from his face. “Janus. With Star Burst.”

“REMUS!” 

“What?”

“Used his freaky mirror magic to deflect an attack on Roman,” Remus says. “Wearing a Star Burst Guildmark on his chest pretty proudly for someone mixed up in Cosmic Dust shit.” Remus rolls his neck to the side to direct a cheeky little smile at him, “I bet that's fun in the bedroom, though. Mirrors wherever he wants them to be while he’s doing whatever he wants to y--”

“You wanted me to be supportive, didn’t you?!” He says. “This is supportive! I want my best friend to get absolutely plowed by--” 

Virgil elbows him in the side. “Being supportive and being an ass are not the same thing and you know it!”

“You like my ass though! You just like Janus Ekans’ ass more!”

“Can we drop this, please?” Virgil sighs. “It’s creepy now. He doesn’t know I exist and probably never will. And talking about him like this feels extremely dirty.”

“This is really no different from you mooning over Socerers’ Weekly pictures of Thomas Sanders. Unless you want to tell me Tommy-Salami knows who you are?”

“Well if he didn’t before, he does now,” Virgil says, and whoops there goes the mood again.

He hadn’t been all that sure of what the whole plan had been for the Guildmaster; Virgil wasn’t trusted enough, nor did he want to be trusted enough for that level of confidence. He knew the bare bones though: Remus had been sent to Magnolia for a day spree of wrecking the Star Burst guildhall and a few members if he could find them (he could) and then sent to go straight back guild and wait for the provoked guild members to gather their forces and attack back. During that fight, Remus was supposed to keep as much attention on himself, by whatever means he could, but allow Thomas Sanders to confront Guildmaster Clay.

Meanwhile, Virgil was on a secondary mission back to Magnolia to kidnap the heir-apparent of the Hart fortune. How Guildmaster Clay was so certain that Patton wouldn’t be with the others or that no one else would be there that could out power Virgil was beyond him. Virgil wasn’t even sure what they were going to do with Patton. Ransom him back home? Force him into a contract like they had with Remus?

It was important enough to the plan that the Guildmaster had sent Malice and Envy to rekidnap him. Which well… it couldn’t be that hard, anymore considering Envy already got her hands on Thomas Sanders magical power. The strongest member of the the guild wasn’t going to be able to walk until Envy shattered his crystal, and the rest of Star Burst would likely fold under their attack even though Roman, Logan, and Patton might have told them about his near kidnapping.

Roman, Logan, and Patton who know his name and what he looks like and his biggest weakness.

Remus rolls his tongue piercing between his teeth and shrugs. “Well fuck him. It’s not like you were going to be part of his guild anyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Virgil says.

Remus looks at him as if he should know. And well, Virgil does. 

Even if it weren’t for the kidnapping, nearly-drowning-three-members-of-his-guild thing, Virgil can’t think of a reason why Thomas Sanders would want him in his guild: no one wanted him in their guilds, their towns, their lives. If this whole thing worked out magically where neither Virgil nor Remus get arrested by the end of it, there was no way that Thomas would allow them to join the number one good guy guild. They simply weren’t good enough for it.

But some part of him that he hadn’t realized had been silently, reverently hoping against logic cracks and shatters at how flippantly Remus says it.

“Oh come on,” Remus says. “You weren’t seriously hoping--”

“I’m going to take a bath,” Virgil says.

“Virgil--”

“Rule Three,” Virgil says.

“Wait--”

“I’m Rule Three-ing it!” Virgil says, sharper than he intends to. He fumbles towards the bathroom, heart beating stupidly, tell-talingly hard. If Remus calls out to him again, Virgil doesn’t even hear it. 

The bathroom is small, but decent. One decent sized tub, a tile floor, sink, toilet, cabinets for towels and cleaning supplies and toiletries when they remember to stock them. Remus and him mostly share the same soaps, because Remus’s sensitivity to scents and the amount of time they spend in each other’s company. Virgil slams the faucet into the on position, shoving the plug in place as the tepid water creaks and rumbles through the indoor pipes before spilling into the basin, and hoping slightly, stupidly that Remus would come in and apologize even though Remus has never fucking apologized for anything in his life and it was a dumb thing to be upset over in the first place.

His head pounds, and his eyes ache, and he slumps against the tub suddenly finding it hard to stand again. He presses his forehead to the cool tile as he fumbles his way through emptying his pockets of anything he doesn’t want to submerge in water for an hour: a some pocket money that he had for emergencies, a multitool for all his billions of tool needs, the slightly damp paper map leading right to the house where Patton had been, those stupid spoons he grabbed from the Star Burst house. 

He dumps it all on the floor next to the tub staunchly refusing to think about how Envy and Malice might both have one of those same maps now. He reaches for the soap and nearly drops the whole bottle of soap into the basin of quickly filling water. He wants to laugh. Maybe cry. 

It’s a monumental task to drag himself up and over the edge of the tub into the water. It’s warm, Virgil’s skin turns translucent the moment he comes in contact with it, the mud on his fingertips, under his nails dripping away at the same time his frame of body does.

 He glances back at the door, waiting, waiting, waiting.

((Remus doesn’t come. Virgil isn’t sure why that makes him so upset. He wasn’t wrong, and Virgil knew better than to want an apology for something that wasn’t his fault.))

He shoves off the faucet, breathes in the steamed air, and then he lowers him into the clean and clear waters.

Virgil passes out almost as soon as he’s submerged.

[Next Chapter]

#Oh hey look! Remus! #Finally showing up! #Virgil is a water mage #virgil sanders #remus sanders #Ultimate bros #roman sanders #sanders sides #fairy tail crossover #Wow look the differences between dragon slayers #I wonder why that is hahaha

[hufflautia]

Are you in love with me?

This can’t be happening, Slytherin thinks as he approaches her slowly. I shouldn’t have run out of the room. He can talk to other girls if he wants to, it doesn’t matter to me. 

Her anger dissolves into something else. It is another feeling—one that she’s afraid to address. 

A thought breaks free from the confines of her stubborn heart. 

But it does.  

Hufflepuff lifts his hand to caress her cheek, effectively making her mind go blank. 

“Are you in love with me,” he asks softly.  

Slytherin swallows with difficulty, her heart pounding. He’s so close she can make out the tiny speckles in his earthy brown irises. “No.” 

There’s a moment in which they stand there in silence, and the universe holds its breath. It exhales when Hufflepuff leans in and kisses her so sweetly that she is left dazed after they pull apart. She doesn’t remember tangling her fingers into his hair nor can she recall the moment he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as their lips moved in unison. 

His gaze lingers on her parted lips. 

“Are you in love with me now?”  

Slytherin lets out a small laugh, and he revels in the warmth of her breath brushing against his skin.  

“Not yet,” she murmurs, her cheeks kissed with a tint of rosy pink. “Ask me again tomorrow.”   

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “I’ll put it at the top of my to-do list.” 

She hums happily. “And you?” she muses. “Are you in love with me?”  

“I’ll have to think about it.” He gives her a grin, one so warm and utterly Hufflepuff-like that she feels as though she will melt in his arms. “I suppose you’ll have to ask me again tomorrow. Until then, I’m gonna kiss you.”

Hufflepuff smirks when she raises her eyebrows, slightly taken aback by his bluntness. 

“You know,” he tilts her chin up, “for decision-making purposes.” 

Her heartbeat quickens. 

Fin. 

~

MASTERLIST (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง << Sometimes you can’t see the embedded link because tumblr is built different. If it doesn’t work, go to my main page; the masterlist is pinned.

This ficlet is inspired by Chapter Three of Happy Birthday by Ohhhmyloki. 

Author’s note: This may be the most spontaneous thing I’ve ever written. Hope you enjoyed! Comments and reblogs are appreciated. 

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[sunshineandsisyphus]

Ares | ‘Áρης

Epithets

Enualios (the warlike) | Gunaikothoinas (the god feasted by women) | Stratios (the warlike) | Adamastos (indestructible) | Alkimos (brave) | Alloprosallos (neutral, leaning first one side then the other) | Polemoklonos (raising the clamor of combat) | Brotoktonos (the slayer of men)

God of

War | War averted | Battlelust | Courage | Civil order | Rebellion | Sack of cities | Defense of cities | Banditry | Rage | Controlling anger | Manliness | Strength | Endurance

Patron of

Foot soldiers | Warriors | Those slain in battle | Police forces | Armed guards | Brigands | City Defenders

Family

Zeus and Hera (Parents)

Eris, Hebe (Sisters)

Hephaestus (Half-brother - Hera)

Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Dionysus, Hermes, Persephone, Heracles, the Graces, the Muses (Half-siblings - Zeus)

Eros, Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia (Children - Aphrodite)

The Amazons (Children - Harmonia)

Hippolyte, Antiope, Penthesileia (Children - Otrere)

Diomedes (Child - Kyrene or Asterie)

Romulus and Remus (Children - Ilia)

Lovers

Aphrodite

Eris

Agraulos (Athenian princess)

Phylonome, Aerope, Atalante (Arkadian princesses)

Ilia (Latium princess)

Sterope, Harpina, Triteia, Kyrene, Asterie, Teirene, Harmonia (nymphs)

Otrere (Queen of the Amazons)

Attendants and Retinue

Eris

Phobos

Deimos

Symbols

Peaked warrior’s helm | Shield | Spear | Sheathed sword

Day of the week

Tuesday

Colors

Red | Purple

Planet

Mars

Appearance

Mature, bearded warrior armed for battle | naked, beardless youth with helm and spear

Sacred animals

Serpent | Vulture | Barn owl | Eagle-owl | Woodpecker | Dragon

Weapons

Spear | Chariot | Armor

Sites of worship

Aitolia | Thesprotia | Phlegyantis | Edonia | Bistonia | Thrake | Lakedaimonia

Festivals

Festival at Geronthrae (men explore sacred grove) | Festival at Tegea (women’s feast)

#not seeing nearly enough ares content on my dash so here we are #hellenic polytheism #hellenism #dodekatheism #ares #ares* #info

[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

Kyouraku Shunsui x Ukitake Jyuushirou [♥]

Carole & Tuesday

Carole Stanley x Tuesday Simmons

Cyborg 009

Jet Link (002) x Albert Heinrich (004)

Digimon

Ishida Yamato x Yagami Taichi [♥]

Dragon Ball

Goku x Vegeta

Durarara!!

Celty Sturluson x Kishitani Shinra

Kadota Kyohei x Izaya Orihara

Fairy Tails

Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

FullMetal Alchemist

Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang [♥]

Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

[wolfstarwarehouse]

so i've been in this fandom for quite a long time and i've absolutely loved reading fanfics but idk what's happed to me but i just can't seem to find any fanfics that interest me anymore. this might be happening to me bc i'm a teen (and it isn't PRETTY) and in high school which sucks, but idk. and since you seem to be really experienced in fanfics i thought u might be able to help me with my weird problem by rec'ing some of ur fav plot-filled fics that just keep u hooked throughout. thank u

I’ve definitely been there! I usually reach for plot-heavy or unique aus when that happens to me, too. If these summaries don’t convince you, take a look at my comments on the recs to see the particulars of what I liked about them. And definitely read all tags and warnings!!

Three Card Monte by enjambament

In which you can’t cheat an honest man, or, in which Remus and Sirius steal a piano. 

Retrial by phoenixgal

Remus Lupin, host of the popular podcast Retrial, decides to focus on the case of Sirius Black, a man convicted of murdering his high school best friend, for his upcoming season. Remus has gotten too close to his subjects in the past, so he promises himself that won't happen this time.

Howl by BeesKnees

Everyone knows that the Black family is cursed and that Sirius Black is a traitor.

The Moon's Favourite Son and the Guardian of the Forest by shaggydogstail, Tpants

When Remus was a little boy, he used to listen to stories told by the wind which came down his chimney. When he became an adult, he travelled to the place those stories came from, a magical forest far away. There he met Sirius, so beautiful and mysterious it was like he'd stepped straight out of a story book himself, and better yet Sirius promised to grant him three wishes.

Remus finally had the chance of make a story of his own. But in a land still cursed with Dark Magic, he soon learns that being the author of your own adventure isn't always easy, and it's best to be careful what you wish for.

Of Dragons, Love, and Compromises by dogsunderfoot

Sirius Black is a dragon slayer on a mission. Remus Lupin is a man on a conservationist crusade to save dragons. It’s a relationship doomed to fail before it even begins. Can a compromise be found?

Golden Hours, Passing By by grandilloquism

An AU in which Voldemort never rose to power, the Lupins moved to France after Remus was bitten, and Sirius restores magical artefacts for a living, when he's not being pestered by his family.

I’ve been playing around with the idea of doing a rec fest of unique aus. Not sure when it would be or what I’d call it, but if that sounds interesting to anyone let me know!

#wolfstar #ask #requests #Anonymous #rec list

[shellku]

Film Challenge

Okay guys. Finally did it. As requested.

Have you ever left a theater before the movie was over?

Yes. Only once.

If you ever left a theater what was playing: Savages

Craziest (Random) movie you’ve ever seen:

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.

“And thanks for all the fish” -Dolphins

Most disturbing film you’ve ever watched:

Crimson Peak

A film you only watched because (Tom Hiddleston ) was in it: Crimson Peak

A minor role (or movie) with a major actor you greatly enjoyed: Sebastian Stan as Jefferson/The Mad Hatter in Once Upon A Time.

A minor role (or movie) with a major actress you greatly enjoyed: Emma Watson as Pauline Fossil in Ballet Shoes

A movie everyone should see at least once: The Princess Bride

A movie you thought everyone has seen but apparently not: Who framed Roger Rabbit?

A movie you’ve tried multiple times to watch but never get through it: Silence if the Lambs

A movie that legitimately surprised you:

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. While it came out in 1980 I didn’t see it until much later obviously. I wasn’t even ten when I watched it the first time, I and was genuinely shocked.

Movie that you enjoy, that surprises people you enjoy: Scream (1996)

A movie you associated with Religion and it turns out that tracks: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

A movie you watched a lot as a kid but your not sure why exactly you watched it so much:

Hook. (And) The Sandlot.

My first movie that made me question my sexualité: The Priâtes of the Caribbean.

Sections

Anime

First Anime: Fruits Basket. Vampire Knight.

Anime I watched with my (brother): Full Metal Alchemist

Anime I tried to get into and couldn’t: D Gray Man

Anime I was surprised I enjoyed: The Neverland Promise. (And) Soul Eater

Anime I always liked (even when it confused people): Black Butler

Anime that makes me cry: Your lie in April

Anime that I love but now makes me sad too: Sword Art Online

Anime I’m just not into: One Piece

One that was recommended that I enjoyed:

Blue Exorcist

One that was recommended that I was ehh on and did not finish: Attack on Titian

One I probably should watch: Pandora Hearts

One I watched Randomly : Castlevania

One that I did not watch until (college) that everyone seems to have watched: Sailor Moon

Cartoons

Cartoons Everyone should see:

- The Peanuts.

- Garfield.

- Scooby Doo.

- Tom and Jerry.

- Pink Panther.

Cartoon I never liked: Spongebob

Cartoon I hate now: Kiayu? Idk. The one with the bald kid that whines a lot. Ugh.

Cartoon I can make myself ‘watch’ with the (niece/nephews): Paw Patrol

Films you would Recommend:

80s: The Breakfast Club

Book Adaption 80s: The Outsiders

Murder Mystery:Murder on the Oriental Express

Jim Henson pick: Labyrinth

(Suicide) Satire:Heathers

Romance: Titanic

‘Horror’ Movie: The Lost boys

Horror Movie: The Nightmare on Elm Street

Spy Flick: Saint (1997)

Mind trips: The Sixth Sense.(1999) Donnie Darko.

Stephen King: The Dark Tower

Stephen King Miniseries: Rose Red

Studio Ghibli: Howls Moving Castle. Or. Kiki’s Delivery Service.

Action Comedy: Miss Congeniality

Adventure Comedy: Jumanji

‘Dark’ Comedy: The Addams Family

Romantic Comedy: Legally Blonde

Tim Burton

Tim Burton Animated: The Nightmare Before Christmas

Tim Burton Live Action: Edward Scissorhand

Tim Burton Musical: Sweeney Todd

Dreamworks

Favorite Dreamwork’s Film:

Rise of the Guardians (and) How to Train your Dragon

Disney:

Unpopular Recommendations:

The Black Cauldron (and) The Great Mouse Detective

One that is still rather disturbing: Pinocchio

Best Soundtrack (Golden Age): Fantasia

Best Soundtrack (Modern): IDk?!

Classics (Golden) everyone should see at least once: Snow White (and) Bambi.

Wartime Era Pic: The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr.Toad

Silver Age or Bronze Age: Both!!!

Disney Renaissance or Post Renaissance: Both! If I absolutely had to choose though, Renaissance.

Moana or Lilo and Stitch: Lilo and Stitch

Frozen or Tangled: Both

Soul or Monsters Inc: Monsters Inc

Toy Story I and 2/ or/ 3 and 4? Toy Story I and 2.

Underrated: Candleshoe

Disney Holiday:

Live Action Halloween - Hocus Pocus

Live Action Halloween Series- Halloweentown

Animated Halloween- Frakenweenie

Live Action Christmas- Miracle on 34th Street (and) Eloise

Animated Christmas- Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas, Mickey’s Twice Upon a Christmas, (and) Winnie the Pooh: A very merry Pooh year.

New: The Nutcracker and the Four Realms. (2018)

Disney Reimagined/Live Action:

First that made you rethink the story: Maleficent

Favorite ‘Princess’ Story: Beauty and the Beast

The Surprise: Cruella

The one you worried about but we’re happy with in the end: Lady and the Tramp

The one you worried about but ending up enjoying anyway: Aladdin

The one that was good but you could have done without: The Lion King (which really surprised me!!!I like it but I didn’t love it. Which for me was so strange since I’m a fan of the original and the play.)

The one you had high hopes for and had a mixed reaction too: Mulan. (Ended up really liking it, but I miss Mushu. )

‘Modern’ Shakespeare Adaption:

10 Thing I hate About You (The Taming of the Shrew)

Clueless (Emma)

and

The Lion King Series. (Kid appropriate)

The Lion King: Hamlet

The Lion King 1 1/2: Rosencrantz and Guildenstein

The Lion King 2: Romeo and Juliet

Vampire Pictures:

90s: Interview with a Vampire

2000+: Twilight Series

Tv Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Vampire Action Series: Underworld

Classic: Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Dracula with a Twist: Dracula Untold (2014)

Fun Supernatural Flicks :

Witches: The Craft

Male Witches: The Covenant

Fairytale: Red Riding Hood (2011)

Ghost Hunters: Ghostbusters

Multiple Supernatural: Van Helsing (2014)

Werewolf Romance: Blood and Chocolate

Kid Friendly Live Action: Casper

Kid Friendly Animated: Hotel Transylvania

Supernatural Series:

Multi: Supernatural

Animated: Sabrina The Teenage Witch. (And) Scooby Doo.

Witches: Charmed

Fairytale: Once Upon a Time

Darker Fairytale: Grimm

‘Superhero’ Movies:

90s: Batman. (And) The Crow.

Series: Marvel’s Cinematic Universe

Classic Animated: Batman the animated series

Modern Animated: Harley Quinn

Girl Power: Wonder Woman. (and) Birds of Prey.

Something Different: Deadpool

Younger Audiences/Nostalgia: Teen Titans (animated)

Harry Potter

Favorite Film: Idk. Can’t choose honestly.

Least favorite character portrayal: .. Ginny Weasley?

Someone you loved: (so many..) McGonagall

Someone you loved hating: Bellatrix LeStrange

Someone you just hate: Dolores Umbridge

First time you cried: I cried for Sirius and Remus in Prisoner of Azkaban.

First time you jumped: Snakes or Basilisk. Chamber of Secrets. (I think I was 12?)

Someone who was so spot in acting on you can’t see them as anyone else now: Luna Lovegood

Someone who was so good even if the look wasn’t perfect: Emma Granger as Hermione OR Alan Rickman as Severus Snape.

Someone who’s injury hit you harder than the books: Colin Creevy.

Someone who’s death hit you harder than in the books: None. They hit but not as much as the books.

A scene you found just breathtakingly pretty: Christmas at Hogwarts

A scene you found creepy (even when you knew it was coming): Nagini uses a corpse as a mask.

For any Potter heads. Some things that bothered you about the Harry Potter films:

- Where is Charlie Weasley?

- Where is Peeves?

- Where are Neville’s parents?

- The green/blue/brown eye thing. (This is not against Radcliffe. Some special effects could have fixed this easily)

- HarrY DiD YOu PuT YoUR NaMe IN tHe GoBlET of FIRE?! 🔥

- In Sorcerers Stone, Why did you change the snake at the zoos breed??

- “Voldemort” versus “Voldemor”. The silent t.

- Hermione’s. Yule. Ball. Dress. Color. Blue. Not pink. She specifically changed the color.

- Fluffy. Hagrid’s adorable Cerberus was originally bought from a Greek man. Why change it to Irish? I like Ireland but it was a Greek man due to where Cerberus’s initially came from right???

- Harry’s first Weasley sweater color

- Why does Harry only see his parents in the Mirror of Eirsed? Where’s the rest of the family?

- The Underage magic rules aren’t well explained in the movies making the 3rd year summons even more bonkers sounding

- The Patil Twins Yule Ball Outfits. They could have been soooo beautiful. Like this is the Yule Ball! The Twins would have (in my opinion) much more elaborate traditional Indian styled dress robes?? Idk.

- Love Movie Hermione! But some moments take away from Ron. Like when Ron defended her in the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione didn’t know what the slur “Mudblood” meant in the books. Ron had to explain it.

- Dobby needed more screen time. Some stuff Dobby did went to Neville because so many Neville scenes were cut.

- Where’s all the secrecy from the books when communicating with Sirius- “Snuffles”? Something Harry’s godfather insisted on to keep him safe.

- Snape’s title of “The half-blood Prince” is not explained. Neither is it made clear that Severus was also abused horribly at home throughout his childhood. Also that like Harry Dumbledore did nothing to help Severus when he was a student. (Or maybe Tom Riddle when he grew up in an orphanage. I’m sensing a pattern)

- Dumbledore should have still spelled Harry during Dumbledore death scene. No way would Harry just stand there if given the choice.

- Ron was not quite as ‘dumb’ in the books and a lot of his funny moments were cut from the movie. Which makes his jealousy moments all the more unbecoming. He also comes off a bit more arrogant in the movies. (This is not against R Grint. Who is awesome) The movies gave Ron the short end of the stick.

- Weasley/Malfoy Fued. Who else wanted to see Arthur and Lucius have a fist fight in a bookstore? Exactly.

- Albus Dumbledore isn’t all Sunshine and Daisys. He does some really messed up stuff yet no one ever seems to question this.

- Remus was the last Marauder. Yet his and his wife, Tonk’s, deaths are barley acknowledged.

- Also Teddy. Harry’s Godson.

- Harry’s and Ginnys relationship is not built on. It’s just there. Ugh. Heck Movie Ginny isn’t that great. You don’t know much about her except: She’s the only girl in Ron’s family. She’s the youngest Weasley. She’s obsessed with Harry. She’s a good Quidditch player. She has a temper. She was possessed by Riddle’s Dairy when she was eleven. She’s obsessed with Harry.

- Draco is essentially Harry’s antithesis. Where is he in some critical scenes in the movies?

- Where’s the Luna love???? Harry’s pretty rude to her in some scenes.

- There is no S.P.E.W. And Hermione’s more ruthless side is gone.

- The guys hair in The Goblet of Fire. Get a hair cut. Please.

- Some of Molly’s less than Stellar Moments. (Ex. When she believed rumors about Hermione and so treated he coldly. How horrible she was to Fleur. Ect)

- Fleur. Fleur and Bill still get married but the objections to the wedding aren’t as presented in the movies. Not is Molly’s and Ginny’s extreme dislike of Fleur. Or when Arthur apologizes to Fleur. Or really any of Fleurs best moments. The whole courting process is skipped.

- House Elves. The House Elves of Hogwarts.

- Percy Weasley. The ‘betrayal’. The returned Weasley sweater. Him turning to protect his family and fight for Hogwarts at the last minute. All gone. Which involves being forgiven by the Weasley Twins not an hour before Fred dies.

- The connection of the Black sisters. Specifically Adromeda - mother of Tonks. Who is Sirius cousin. Who married Remus Lupin. Tonks and Remus the parents of Teddy.

- Dean Thomas is pretty much gone.

- Rita Skeeter. Illegal Animagus. Hermione kept her in a jar.

- The movies didn’t allow Radcliffe to be sassy and sarcastic enough. Harry Potter is one of the sassiest boys to ever walk through the halls of Hogwarts!

- Harry didn’t fix his wand in the last movie.

- The history of the Marauders.

- The history explaining why Snape could never be comfortable around and trust Remus Lupin.

#disney #challenge #film #movie #mcu #Batman #2021 #Harry Potter

[coconut-cluster]

This might be kind of random, but I was reading that thing you wrote and all the extra stuff you said would also happen if you ever wrote the story, and I was curious if there are any other big things that happen? I know the main plot you said would be them getting to the imaginations core but you also mentioned the forest so 👀?

OH the dragon scale one? for sure for sure my dude i gotchu

the first big thing was Roman being like uh oh spaghettio something is wack with the Imagination rn, welp better go on a quest

and he was all geared up to grab Remus and set off, and then Patton’s like “oh but it’s always dangerous :(( maybe we could come with you!! so we can work as a team AND have a famILY fun day!!!" 

Remus is immediately on board because having a GROUP in the Imagination? that’s just begging for chaos. Roman is hesitant, but Patton seems desperate for some family bonding, and Ro reasons that if anything is dangerous, he and Remus will be there to control and battle the Imagination’s beasts. So yay!! family outing!! (Logan, Deceit, and Virgil take convincing, but Patton’s puppy dog eyes work like a charm in the end)

At first, they just cross this nice hilly field, all is well, Roman looks a bit puzzled at first because the flowers are just plain dandelions and he hasn’t made a dandelion field since Thomas was eight, but it’s not unheard of so he shrugs it off

The second thing they encounter is the forest! It’s pretty classic, lot of trees very close together, plenty of vines and overgrown moss and shrubbery and such, the usual (but again, Roman hasn’t made something so plain in years, he’s a little bothered that the family’s trip through the Imagination is such an underwhelming one)

and then they meet the witch.

she’s a nice witch! she assures them she’s just a little confused, because she doesn’t get many travelers through these parts (Roman is also confused because he’s never seen her before), but since they’re here, are any of them particularly smart? she’s been struggling with a few things and in her old age can’t seem to figure them out like she used to :(

of course, Logan and Deceit are like oh smart you say? perhaps a brain cell, that’s what you’re looking for? but Roman stops them and says “if she’s talking about smart with Imagination functions, sorry geniuses, that’s me and Remus.” (Virgil: wow i’ve never heard ‘remus’ and ‘smart’ in the same sentence before)

but the witch assures him no, no, she just needs a couple scholarly kiddos to help her out, and so Roman sighs and waves for Logan and Deceit to help her out, so the witch is like ohh thank you!!! my little cottage is right through here, it’s very quaint, follow me

and after a minute of walking, it’s eerily quiet, and Dee kinda stops like “....why....didn’t the others follow us?”

and Logan turns to look for them and there’s just. a wall. a little in the distance behind them. just a long wall cutting them off from the rest of the forest. and the rest of the group. 

Logan and Dee look at each other and just go “......shit.”

so anyway after THAT whole mess (Roman: I KNEW i didn’t recognize her!! no wonder she seemed so shady!!! man i am So Intuitive) comes the whole dragon scale fiasco, Roman is out in the middle of the clearing acting as the dramatic Princey In Distress he was born to be when a bunch of villagers ambush the him and the group, and they’re all taken to a nearby hut of the village and interrogated, mostly with Roman on the receiving end of a sword 

Deceit acts as their diplomat, yada yada, we all know this part, the villagers eventually realize okay i GUESS you’re fine but if you’re gonna be gettin a dragon scale WE want one so we can trade it and get our village a bunch of money >:) 

so they manage to get a dragon to the clearing and Remus just. YOINKS a scale (I’m very tempted to have Deceit be able to like. talk to the dragon. so Roman is the Dragon Bringer, Deceit is the Dragon Whisperer, and Remus is the Dragon Slayer (even though he doesn’t actually kill the dragon))

ANYWHO they get the dragon scale (they needed a specific kind of flower from the meadow, a moss-covered stone from the forest, and dragon scale to access the Imagination’s core because even when it’s failing Roman and Remus influence it to be As Extra As Possible) and finally they’re able to get into the underground grotto that hold the core of the Imagination.

There are a few problems here. One, they don’t actually....know exactly where the core is. Reasonably, it would be in the middle of the grotto, because...it’s the core. But the grotto isn’t mapped out for them, so they have to split up. (Logan agrees to chaperone Remus, Virgil refuses to let Roman endanger himself yet again, and Patton and Deceit are left to pair up.) 

Two, Roman and Remus are getting progressively weaker. Not just in powers - though that’d been an issue throughout the whole journey, them not being able to control the Imagination - but physically; when they’re leaving the village, it’s as bad as getting a few dizzy spells, but by the time they’re nearing the core, Roman nearly collapses (Remus isn’t doing much better, but Roman and Virgil are the ones who actually find the core, and the closer they go, the worse Roman gets).

Three, they....don’t actually know how they’re going to fix the core once they find it. 

whoops.

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