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Hey, Little Songbird

Summary: Hadestown song fic. Part two of Hadestown au, can be read as a stand alone fic. Virgil dies and goes to the underworld (the dark sides)

Notes: I couldn’t resist making Janus the king of the dark sides world (like Hades). Virgil is Eurydice and Roman is Orpheus

Taglist: @sanderdarksides @moons-the-nightmare @heirm @lost-in-thought-20 @1stressedanddepressed @xoaningout @lily-janus @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @thebittybonesaddict @just-a-little-anxious @parksthefrog @randomacnhfan (ask if you want to be added)

Word count: 1048

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Other Sanders Sides Hadestown fic

TWs: Death mention (not very descriptive)

The last thing Virgil remembers is feeling cold and hungry. His life flashes before his eyes candles, storms, and oh no, Roman. Tears trickle down his face. He calls for Roman but it’s like the words aren’t even there. It gets colder and colder, more and more hungry with every passing moment. Until there is nothing. Darkness and numbness surround Virgil.

The floor falls from beneath him. He’s falling, falling, and falling. Until he stops, dropped in the middle of a dark office. File cabinets line the walls with papers messily sticking out of each. The single lightbulb in the corner flickers, on and off, on and off, on and off. Over and over again.

Usually, Virgil would be panicking or hyperventilating but he feels nothing, the numbness gives him a wave of calm. Almost as it is fate, his body directs him to a large lavish office. It feels familiar but new at the same time. Unconsciously he follows his feet and takes a seat next to the ivory desk.

The office looks a bit more lively compared to the rest of this place but not by much. A large black leather chair swivels around until a man stares back at him. His eyes glance at Virgil, piercing into his long-gone soul. He’s intimidating yet intriguing. His presence gives off a sense of power but with a certain softness if you look at the right angle. His bowler hat half covers his heterochromatic eyes. The right eye is a striking green while the left looks almost like a snake eye. Surrounding his snake eye is a large patch of scales and scars.

Virgil couldn’t keep his eyes off the mysterious yet gorgeous man. His mind enters a trance and he forgets where he is and why he’s there.

After what feels like hours or years, the man finally speaks, “Hey, little songbird. Give me a song.” His words are smooth, each carefully pronounced, “I’m a busy man and I can’t stay long.” Virgil swallows his tongue, “Let me introduce myself, Little Songbird. Janus, Lord of the Dark Side World.” Janus gives a sweet yet menacing smile.

Janus is captivating in every way. Virgil’s eyes run across Janus, studying every bit of him.

“I got clients to call, I got orders to fill.” Janus stacks a pile of papers together while condescendingly tapping on his watch. His tone turns more grave, “I got walls to build, I got riots to quell. And they’re giving me hell in the Dark Side.”

His words stick to Virgil’s mind as if they are a spell. Every part of Virgil is screaming to run far away, but he feels glued to his seat.

Janus walks to Virgil and sits on his desk right in front of his little guest. A yellow gloved hand pushes up Virgil’s chin up gently, “Hey, Little Songbird,” He purrs, “Cat got your tongue?” Janus leaves his fingers propping you Virgil’s chin and pulls him closer with his other hand, “Always a pity for one so pretty and young. When poverty comes to clip your wings.”

Flashes of who Virgil used to be hit him like a bullet. He remembers everything bad all at once. The coldness, the starving, the dying… the dying? Oh no. He’s dead. He’s really dead. This is the underworld. Roman. Where is Roman? The breaths leave Virgil’s lungs and he gasps for air.

“None of that, Little Songbird.” Janus rubs circles on Virgil’s back until his breathing comes back into tune, “Have I knocked the wind right out of your lungs? Hey, nobody sings on empty.” He passes Virgil a piece of bread.

Virgil reluctantly takes it. Can’t die twice, right?

“Hey, Little Songbird. How about a song now?” His words lace and twist around Virgil’s mind.

“Strange is the call of this strange man. I wanna fly down and feed from his hand.” The words quietly leave Virgil’s throat. He leans closer to Janus, feeling intoxicated by his overwhelming presence. He gives off a warm aura that is almost comforting, “I want a nice, soft place to land. I wanna lie down forever.” Virgil collapses into Janus’ embrace.

Janus’ devious smirk grows, “Hey, Little Songbird, you’ve got something fine. You shine like a diamond down in the mine.” The soft words dance around Virgil. Janus’ trance completely takes him over, “And the choice is yours if you’re willing to choose. Seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose.” Janus carefully wraps his extra set of arms around his little songbird.

A spark of Virgil’s mind returns to his previous self, “Suddenly nothing is as it was.” His voice has a bit of fight left but sounds weak and tired, “Where are you now, Roman? Wasn’t it gonna be the two of us? Weren’t we birds of a feather?” Virgil tries to push out of Janus’ arms but he is too tired and the grip is too strong. Janus tightens his grasp but in a way that he doesn’t hurt his delicate songbird. Virgil slumps back into his arms in defeat, accepting his fate.

“Hey, Little Songbird, let me guess.” He whispers into his songbird’s ear, “He’s some kind of poet and he’s penniless. Give him your hand, he’ll give you his hand-to-mouth. He’ll write you a poem when the power is out.”

Virgil’s mind flares with temporary anger. How dare he say such things about Roman? His Roman. His loving and creative Roman. How dare he say things that are… that are true. Virgil deflates again.

“Hey, why not fly south for the winter?” Janus’ runs his hands through Virgil’s brown and purple hair. Virgil desperately wants to escape and find Roman but this man’s gaze has him trapped.

“Hey, Little Songbird, look all around you.” Virgil’s eyes dart back and forth, taking note of everything in the room, “See how vipers and vultures surround you. And they’ll take you down, they’ll pick you clean.” Virgil shutters at the thought of his body rotting away, “If you stick around such a desperate scene. See, people get mean when the chips are down.”

Every light in Virgil’s mind goes blank. He falls into the endless pit of Janus’ control. Forever and ever. The room goes dark and the grasp around his torso gets tighter.

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