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[crrative]

I wanna make a TSS fanfic site out of this blog but where the physical fuck do I start? Someone make a request.

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[dylsstuff]

Drabbles #1

A Fitting End

Pairing: Logicality

Word count: 519

Warnings: Character death, Hanahaki disease, unrequited love

AO3 --------------- It started as a chest pain whenever he looked into his bright blue eyes. At first, Logan had no idea what it could have been so he simply ignored it. As it went on, he realised it was also happening when he noticed little details about the other, like how his eyes almost sparkle when talking about the things he loves or how he always smiled at him with his biggest eye to eye smiles, or how he’d give him the gentler ones when he was trying to calm him down. For some reason, just him looking at Logan would calm any anger or annoyance that would bubble. Usually from people giving the other of the two certain looks or who seem to get too polite with him. Not that they couldn’t, Patton wasn’t his to get protective over, but also as someone who the other called his “best friend”, he felt it was his place to protect the other where he could especially since Patton was far too trusting for his own good. So Logan would just put his best scowl on whenever the others were around to not so subtly tell them to back off.

Then not even a week had gone by and it progressed into small coughing fits. He continued to ignore it for a few days until small blue petals began showing up in his hands like coughing up phlegm or even blood but this was far more unpleasant. He wasn’t an idiot, it had clicked by now what was going on but he decided to repress it was for the best because in his opinion he could still ignore it at this level with no consequences. Spoiler; he is in fact an idiot. He knew this was complete bullshit. He knew he couldn't stop it. What was worse was the fact that he knew if he mentioned it to the other he would feel helpless, because he couldn’t help him either.

It became a problem when he started happening in front of Patton, now in the middle of his last week, he knew it was too late for himself. Patton didn’t know any better, took Logan’s “not feeling well” and offered to make soup because he was good like that. He had given a bitter laugh, said “sure I’d love some'' which made Patton smile as wide as he usually did which made the spluttering worse and his heart hurt. He wanted the other to be happy, and if that would be his demise he’d accept that and die peacefully.

So he saw Patton one last time, taking in the last smiles, the last laughs, the last sounds of his voice, the last of seeing his happy freckled face and blue eyes. The last of everything. He made peace with himself, to know his love was happy before his end was all the peace he needed to know to be ready in his final breaths in the final moments. As the flower petals fell out of his mouth, onto the floor he would fall onto, looking up at the sunset.

A fitting end.

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Hey, so I hit a major writer's block with this one. I'm really sorry Star. Anyway, @probablynothumanish asked for "I lost our baby" with Demus/Reciet for the prompt asks (which are still open btw I'll try to get to them faster next time). Here goes. Sorry again for the wait.

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Warnings: mentions of decapitation (no one actually loses their head), possible innuendo (depending how you take it), the unhinging of a jaw, let me know if I need to tag anything

Deceit waltzed about the dark side's kitchen humming a tune under his breath. He stirred a pot with some dubious looking liquid with one hand and some spaghetti with another as he danced in tune to an invisible orchestra. Remus poked his head around the corner.

"Hey, Dee," Remus said hesitantly. Deceit twirled to look at him. His smile died on his face when he was met with a serious Remus. Deceit could count the number of times he'd ever seen Remus serious on one hand.

"What happened Remus?" Deceit asked, putting down the spoons. He wiped two of his hands on his apron.

"I might have- See the thing is-" Remus always had trouble stringing his sentences together when he was nervous.

"It's alright," Deceit said sympathetically. "Just take a deep breath." Remus obliged. Deceit turned back to the stove to turn it off. He started clearing some of the dishes, waiting for Remus to continue. He jumped when Remus tapped him on the shoulder. "What?" he demanded playfully.

Remus's face was purple. Deceit's eyes widened. "Breath Remus! Let your breath out!" There was a whoosh of air as Remus let it out.

"That was fun. We should do it again sometime," Remus giggled.

Deceit rubbed his forehead exasperatedly. "What did you want to tell me?"

Remus stopped smiling. "Right. Yeah, that. I lost our baby," he blurted out in a rush.

Deceit's jaw dropped. Remus resisted the urge to giggle at the unnatural length. He loved it when Deceit unhinged his jaw. But, he reminded himself, this is very serious.

"You did what?" Deceit screeched. "How could you have lost Virgil? He can barely crawl, and you lost him?"

Remus grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Yes?"

"Where did you see him last?"

"The Imagination."

"The Imagination?" Deceit yelled. Remus winced. "Which part?" Remus didn't answer. "I don't know what I want the answer to be. Which part Remus? Yours or Roman's?" Deceit spat out the name as if it tasted bad.

"His," Remus answered quietly, resolving to hide for a couple days if he survived Deceit now. He loved Dee to death, but nothing meant more to Deceit than Virgil. If Roman had Virgil, he had better be prepared to be ripped to shreds. Literally and figuratively.

In a flash Deceit was dressed in his cloak and hat. He never left the dark side's part of the mindscape without them.

"I will return with Virgil or a light side's head," Deceit said dangerously, sinking out. Remus's eyes widened with delight. He hoped Deceit brought Logan's head. That would be fun. Then again. If Deceit didn't find Virgil, his own head might be on the line.

Deceit popped into the Imagination. His lip curled at the bright flowers and trees of the sprawling countryside. He hated the Imagination. There was no order. No reason. There were, however, plenty of lies. The lies of an insecure prince who just had to have everyone love him. The people who say they're perfect and believe it, lie the most to themselves.

He'd had to come here often enough. Deceit can't resist lies forever. The bigger they are, the stronger the pull and there was only one place where the lies came stronger. Deceit was quite familiar with a certain Morality's room. But he digressed. He was here for one thing and one thing only. Virgil.

It didn't take him long. If Roman hadn't been the loudest side in the Mindscape, Deceit could have just followed the lies. Roman said acting and makebelive, Deceit said tomato, tomato.

There was the sharp sound of steel on steel, prompting Deceit into a run. He burst into the clearing yelling, "If you hurt him I swear-" He stopped midsentence. Virgil was sitting on the sidelines, clapping excitedly while Roman fought what Deceit assumed was a glorified dummy.

Deceit grabbed Virgil, turning him on all sides to check for injuries. He tried to sink out, and stopped. Roman was staring directly at him.

"What are you doing Deceit," Roman hissed. "I didn't take you for a baby stealer."

Deceit almost laughed. In fact he would have if Roman hadn't been pointing a sword in his face. "Baby stealing? I could accuse you of the same."

Roman made an offended noise that consisted of a good deal of sputtering. "Excuse me! I found an infant in the woods, close to my brother's territory. Anyone would rescue the poor thing."

"His name is Virgil, and I have every right to take him back."

Roman stepped closer to Deceit, still brandishing his sword. "Back where, exactly? To Remus's domain where your husband can do... whatever he does with babies." Roman shuddered. Deceit rolled his eyes in response.

"Remus doesn't do anything with babies other than lose them apparently," Deceit said tiredly. "I need to take Virgil back to our side of the Mindscape."

"You won't get away with this villain," Roman interrupted fiercely. "I will return," he hesitated, "Virgil to his parents."

"I'm his parents. Parent," Deceit quickly corrected. "He's my son. What don't you get about that?"

"He's your son?"

"Yes!" Deceit yelled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take him home!" Deceit sank out before Roman could stop him, leaving Roman staring dumbfoundedly at the spot they had stood.

Deceit appeared back in the dark side's living room. He was pleased to see Virgil had fallen asleep amongst the carnage and shouts. He was just like his dad. Deceit placed Virgil in the crib and looked down at him sleeping peacefully. "I am never letting you out of my sight again, my little stormcloud," Deceit whispered.

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[darkstrangedaughter]

The Good Side (Sanders Sides The Good Place AU)

Chapter one: (X)

Chapter two: Neighborhood

Word Count: 591

Warnings: Death related themes (as usual)

“This is a brand new neighborhood. I designed it myself.” Said Thomas proudly, smiling at Virgil as they walked through the doors of what seemed to be town hall. “Orientation is later today, but we can have a look around for now”. 

Forward down the road, a nice small row of colorful buildings was perfectly aligned. They all had french looking white ornaments along the walls. 

“Are there other neighborhoods?” 

“Ah, yes. Many, many more.”

“It’s uuh... It’s lovely.” Said Virgil, although it was a little sunny for his taste. 

“I hoped you would find it. Every neighborhood is designed to the tastes of their residents. All 322 residents were chosen to create a perfect and harmonious balance. You being one of them, there’s a bit of you in here” Thomas gave Virgil a big smile, to which he tried to smile back. 

He couldn’t see any Korean restaurants or In-and-Out fast food restaurants, but rather many frozen yogurt shops. He didn’t have anything against frozen yogurt per say... But it wasn’t his favorite. He doubted it was be anyone’s favorite. 

There was a lot of bikeways and people on those old vintage bikes with propped backs that made them look posh and unapproachable. He started to worry he wouldn’t make many friends in heaven. 

Virgil followed Thomas to a round square, with white benches facing an elaborate fountain. They sat on one of them. 

“Alright, now you’ve seen a bit of the town, time for some introductions.” Thomas snapped his fingers. From thin air, a man appeared right in front of them, after a soft bling. Virgil held onto the bench, letting out a disgruntled sound. “Sorry. He’ll do that. That’s his job. This is Logan. He’ll be a helping hand in your existence here.”

“Hello, Thomas. Hello, Virgil.” Logan said, adjusting his tie. “How can I be of assistance?”

“You can ask him for anything”, Thomas revealed. 

“Anything?” Virgil asked, to which Thomas nodded.

“Perhaps you’d like to Kaplansky’s conjecture?” Logan suggested. “Or to know where Amelia Earhart ended up?” 

“Or an unicorn, if you’re less of a nerd” said Thomas, shrugging. Virgil gaped, thinking.

“Ah… I’m good, thanks”, he said, finally. Before he was even done with the phrase, a baby bat materialized in his lap. He blinked, realized he had thought for a second about asking for it, just to test it. He caught the little thing in his finger and stroked it’s head.

“I know everything in the universe.” Said Logan, as if explaining himself, before making the bat vanish. “Including your fondness of… What did you call them? ‘Winged puppies’”.

“Great”, Virgil tried not to think about not belonging there, clearing his throat.

“That would be enough, Logan. Thank you”, said Thomas, waving him away. When Virgil blinked, Logan was no longer there. “You can call him whenever you want. Whenever you need help. Sounds good?” 

“Yep”, Virgil nodded, although the idea of an all knowing entity around him made him nervous. Thomas stood up, straightening his blazer.

“Ready to go home?”

“Home?”

“Well, of course. You didn’t think you would live on the street in the good place, did you?” Virgil stood up and started following him. “Just like this neightborhood is all about it’s inhabitants, your house is specially made to reflect your personally. And… Well, also your soulmate’s”.

“My… What now?”

“Your soulmate. I know, I know. Hard to believe. But soulmates are real. And everyone here is paired with them” Thomas smiled dreamily. “You know that feeling you get when you see otters holding hands when they sleep?”

“Yes?” Virgil said slowly, worrying this was a test.

“That’s how you’re gonna feel… Everyday”.

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[belgianpeasant]

The Crown: Chapter 1

This is my first ever fanfic on here, and I'm so excited to finally start it! I've been working on this idea for so long. I really hope y'all will like it! Fair warning; if I make any grammar mistakes, then please correct me because my native language isn't English. I already apologize in advance. I'm also sorry that it's so short, but I wanted to start this already.

Summary: Prince Roman must take the place of his father as the King of Luxembourg when they find his father without heartbeat one morning. The free-spirited, young prince that was adored widely by the population of Aldovia gets pressured into being something – someone – he's not ready to be yet. At least, that's what the media portrays like that, until one person finds out that the prince is more than just a spoiled boy.

Words: 670

Pairing: Prinxiety && slight Logicality

On a cold, winter morning tragedy struck the petite country in the Northern of Europe better known as Luxembourg. Their respected king, King George III, had been found motionless in bed as the clock had struck eight. The palace where the king and his family lived had been quiet right before chaos errupted. The personal butler of the king was the first to find his king, only to have to bring the news to the wife, and two children of King George. Everyone outside the palace was yet to know about the tragedy as the heir of the throne was not yet informed about his father's dead.

Roman was at the house of his royal advisor, Logan, during the time that his mother and sister were ambushed with the loss of their beloved. In normal situations, the advisors of the royal family lived in the palace, so that the royals could reach them whenever they would feel the need to, but Roman insisted that his very own stayed in his home with his husband and son.

The young prince was sat right next to his advisor in the office in the middle of the normal-sized house, that compared to the palace seemed tiny, as they worked on a letter that the prince would send to the Princess of Belgium.

“I do not see why I must be overly charming to Elizabeth,” Roman spoke up after minuter of silence as he rested his chin onto the palm of his hand.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, casting a glance at the royal. “The king wants you to marry her. He thinks it may solve our problems with our neighbourhood country.”

A groan fell off the plump lips of the royal. “Princess Elizabeth is a beautiful woman, but my type is less feminine,” he bluntly stated.

The door to the office then slowly opened, revealing the husband of Logan with a torn expression plastered onto his cute features. “I – um – your mayesty?” Patton asked hesitantly, unlike how he'd actually talk to his prince.

“Yes, Patton?” Roman asked, looking at his advisor first, whom looked just as confused and curious as the prince. “And I told you ages ago that you could just call me Roman.”

“Princess Olivia is here to talk to you.”

Roman rose from his seat, only more confused than before. He knew that his sister would never come to visit him here. None of his family members had ever come here, and the royal wanted it that way, so he could work and talk in peace with the two friends he actually had. The playful, cheery expression that he always had around Logan because he knew it would piss off the older male.

Without another words, the prince walked out of the office, past Patton. He needed to know why his sister was here, and he needed to know it as fast as possible. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the way his sister was holding herself up. A tear stained face, shoulders slumped, and black clothing.

“Sister dearest,” Roman greeted questioningly, going to stand right in front of his sister. “what has happened?”

“Father, he – he – ” the princess stuttered out, her voice cracking with every word she said. “he was found dead this morning.”

The prince felt the world around him shatter into a million tiny pieces when he realized what the words of his sister meant. His role model, his king, the man he adored most and also his very own father had died, and he never had the chance to say goodbye to him. Tears started to well up in his eyes, his breaths turning shallow and strained. The worst was yet to come to his mind, but it only caused him to panic more when he heard his sister say it.

“God bless you, brother.” She uttered breathless before laying a hand on his shoulder. “God bless King Roman.”

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1- The Scientist

Masterlist Last Next Ao3

Pairings: Logince (not yet established at this point

Warnings: slight gore, let me know if I need to add anything

A Welcome to Nightvale and Sanders Sides crossover fic suggested by Local Carlos Stanon! 

Characters: Roman - Cecil Palmer 

Remus - Kevin 

Logan - Carlos the Scientist 

Janus - Steve Carlsburg 

Patton - Lauren Mallard 

Virgil - Intern Maureen 

Thomas - Dana Cardinal 

Remy - Tamika Flynn

Emile- There is no Emile because everyone in Nightvale and Desert Bluffs need therapy and there’s no one to give it to them.

A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep.

Welcome to Nightvale.

“Hello listeners,” Roman said smoothly. “I have a quick notice from the City Council before we get to the important news.” He leaned forward, closer to the mic that hung from the low ceiling in the radio station. “The City Council would like to announce that you should not know about the Dog Park. You should not think about the Dog Park. Again, dogs are not allowed in the Dog Park. People are not allowed in the Dog Park. There is a possibility of seeing Hooded Figures through the electrified fence that surrounds the Dog Park. Do not approach the Hooded Figures. Do not approach the Dog Park.” Roman’s voice doubled in volume as he spoke, filling the station and the homes and cars of his listeners. He sat back in his chair as he completed his report. “The Dog Park will not harm you.

Listeners, a new man has come into town. Who is he? What do he and his beautiful, perfect hair want? He says he is a scientist, gesturing to his coat. Well…” Roman smirked knowingly. “We have all been scientists at some point haven’t we? But why now and why here, in our little town?” Roman cocked his head to the side, placing his elbows on the desk in front of him. “Of course, we will soon discover what he plans to do with the lab he is renting near Big Rico’s Pizza.

And now, traffic. 

There is a cactus in the desert. There are many cacti in the desert, but only one that matters. You will wander the desert. Searching. Searching. Searching. The sun will beat down on you, slowly melting your skin, your organs, your bones. The freezing nights, solidifying your remains until you are a shambling mess of what you once were. And still you wander. Searching for something that isn’t there and perhaps never was. You don’t remember why you’re in this desert, what you’re searching for or how you got here. How did you get here? 

An update on the new visitor to our town. The...” Roman paused, savoring the word, “... scientist’s name has been revealed to us through the use of the Secret Police’s monitoring systems.” Roman shuffled some papers on his desk, looking through them until he found the right one. “A quick reminder to speak as loudly as possible when having private conversations. You don’t want the Secret Police to miss anything important after all. And do your best to have interesting conversations. Maybe discuss owning a writing utensil, or acknowledge the existence of angels. Brighten your agent’s day. 

Returning to the scientist. His name is Logan Sanders, and he is perfect in every way.” Roman sighed wistfully. “His lab coat is crisp and clean. His perfect hair is complemented by his blindingly perfect smile. Logan called a press conference today, which of course, I attended. He told us that our little town is the most scientifically interesting community in the U.S. by far. The perfect, beautiful Logan told us that he and his team of scientists were already busy studying a house in the Desert Creek housing development that doesn’t exist. It seems like it exists, like it's just right there when you look at it, and it's between two other identical houses, so it would make more sense for it to be there than not. But it does not exist, according to Logan and his team of scientists.” Roman shrugged. He was well aware that his audience couldn’t see him, but he shrugged anyway. There was something nice about the motion of shrugging, so he shrugged. “Existence is a tricky thing.

“He said more, but I was busy watching him. He smiled and grew animated talking about something scientific. Everything about him was perfect, and I fell in love instantly.

A quick reminder to parents out there; keep an eye on the color of the helicopters while your kids play in the Sand Wastes. Are they blue? That’s the Secret Police, your kids are safe to play. Are they black? Probably the world government. Return to your homes and cower in fear. Are they red with orange stripes? Return to your home and cower in fear.  Do they have images of hawks and falcons all over them? Well, no one knows what those helicopters mean best to-

just a moment listeners, I’m receiving a call from—” Roman gasped excitedly— “Logan!” He flapped his hands energetically. “While I take this, let us go now, to the weather.”

***

“Welcome back listeners. Now I don’t want to take up time from our final story or our sponsors, (we have to pay the bills somehow), but I just have to tell you about the call from Logan,” Roman gushed. “I gave him my number at the press conference and told him to ‘Call anytime. Like literally, anytime.’ He looked at me strangely, but he took the slip of paper and he called me! Just now!

He said that I need to tell you that the sun didn’t set at the right time today.” Roman laughed. “I told him that the sun doesn’t have a schedule. But he persisted, telling me that it was important that I inform my listeners that the sun did not set at the correct time. So here I am. Informing you. I asked if he had anything else to say to me and he muttered something about needing to write some numbers on his new whiteboard and hung up.” Roman shrugged again. “You win some you lose some am I right?

And now a word from our sponsor. 

You are a human. Probably. This message is for humans. If you are human you are made of up to 65% water. Therefore, water is required to make you human. Without water, you are not human and should not be listening to this. Stop listening. Stop it. Now. Brought to you by Clorox. Humans are not the only sentient beings composed of water.

The NRA is selling bumper stickers as a part of their annual fundraiser. They sent one to the station for some publicity, and as we are a community radio I’m happy to read one for you now. The bumper stickers read, ‘Guns don’t kill people. People kill people. Guns have nothing to do with it. Stop blaming guns for your actions. They don’t like it. There, there guns, the mean people can’t hurt you anymore.’” Roman sat a little straighter, and leaned towards the microphone. 

“Someone took my advice to discuss the hierarchy of angels and they are now being taken to a reconditioning facility somewhere deep beneath the desert. Thank you for making your agent’s day,” Roman said smoothly with a smile. “As always, you are reminded that you should not know about the hierarchy of angels as they do not exist.” He nodded at the camera in the corner of the room and at the car that never moved from outside the station. 

“Stay tuned next for silence followed by wallowing in your own thoughts.” Now came his favorite part. 

Until next time. Goodnight, listeners. Goodnight.” 

*

Not far away, a scientist stared at the radio. He hadn’t turned it on when he arrived this morning. In fact, he hadn’t even known there was a radio in this lab. This morning someone introducing himself as Roman had suddenly blared out of the radio, scaring Logan half to death. Somehow, this stranger knew that he had come to town and… Logan felt his cheeks get hot as he remembered what Roman had said throughout the day. 

Logan had done some rudimentary tests around town to see if there was anything of interest. He found a surprising amount. The screams at the post office, the ghost cars, the house that doesn’t exist, and the pit behind the Ralph’s which wasn’t so much scientifically interesting as just weird. He also met a very kind Faceless Old Woman who was secretly living in his new apartment. He called a press conference (you could just do that here by thinking about having one) and explained what he found out about the house in the Desert Creek housing development. No one had seemed… concerned. Which was, in itself, concerning.

After the press conference, Roman had slipped him his number, explaining, (with a wink that made Logan glad his skin was too dark to show a blush), that it was his personal number, and that he was welcome to call whenever he wanted. Logan left the conference feeling dazed and wandered back to his lab.

He started unpacking. He needed something easy to do while his mind churned away at the strange town he had found himself in. And of course, there were chemicals to place in their exact spots, whiteboards to set up, computers to plug in... all the usual work that went into getting a lab ready for work. He hadn’t paid much attention to the radio, but he stopped his work when he heard his name. How did Roman know his name? He tried to remember everything Roman had said. Something about the Secret Police. Secret Police? Monitoring him? That’s how they learned his name?

He glanced down at his watch. He almost went back to work before he realized that it was nine o’clock. Logan glanced out the window to see that the sun wasn’t even close to setting. He pulled out his phone and looked up the time of today’s sun set. 8:33. 

Logan furrowed his brow. He pulled out the piece of paper he had carelessly shoved into his coat pocket. Beneath the hastily scratched numbers was a barely legible name "Roman Palmer." He punched the numbers into his phone and held it up to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Is this Roman?" Logan asked.

Hey all! This crossover is happening due to the amazing Local Carlos Stanon! They proposed the idea and I had to write it. This will consist of a series of oneshots, hopefully deviating from the original material a bit more than this one. Please. Please. Please listen to Welcome to Nightvale and talk about it with me! It’s an amazing podcast with very queer characters (in both senses of the word).

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Better to be a Villain Than a Hero Part (1/?)

Masterlist Last Next Ao3

Pairings: Moceit, Familial Creativitwins

Warnings: None

Roman snorted. "Janus? What are you a middle school librarian?" He laughed. It's a stupid name." He looked from Patton to Thomas, smiling broadly.

"Oh Roman thank God you don't have a mustache, otherwise between you and Remus I wouldn't know who the evil twin is," Janus shot back. He didn't smirk like he would have an episode ago. He didn't feel powerful. Just hurt.

"Are you guys seriously going to take his side?" Roman demanded, appealing to Thomas and Patton. He felt his cheeks grow red.

"No, I-" Thomas began.

"Over me?"

Roman lost track of the conversation. He had this consistent nagging. They don't need you now. They've got Janus to take your place. He's an actor isn't he? Better than you.

Patton's voice broke through the haze. "Roman," Patton said firmly. "Everything's going to be okay kiddo. We love you."

"Right," Roman replied, unconvinced. He sank out alone.

Roman appeared in his room. For the first time in forever it was drab and bleak. Even the Frozen reference didn't lift his spirits. The walls were gray, and the room was barren. None of the usual paraphernalia of shows or passion projects littered the room.

Roman sat alone on the floor, neglecting the bed next to him and cried. As he cried the tears changed. They still ran down his face, but now they were hot, angry. He lifted his head and grimaced at the harsh light now filling the room.

Sharp red shapes spun about him, whirling faster and faster. Suddenly they stopped, floating in the air as Roman stood. They formed a pathway leading a door. It was not the door to his room, but to another. A room that hadn't been connected to his for years.

The door was a mottled green with slime, blood, and who knows what other liquids dripping down the frame. It was battered and broken in places. The holes were pierced by a strangely dark light.

"Alright, Janus," Roman sneered. "You can't tell my brother and I apart? Now, you won't need to." He knocked. Three loud bangs echoed through the empty room. He heard laughter coming from all around him.

The door opened. "Welcome brother," Remus said from the darkness. Roman stepped through the door.

It disappeared behind him.

This is super short, I might do more with it in the future. I'm thinking Pride!Roman? Maybe? If you'd like to see more of my stuff here's my Masterlist. Feel free to ask questions. Requests are open (details in my Masterlist).

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[iwillsithereandtrytocontribute]

Not so Villainous

Pairings: pining Anxceit, familial Anxceitmus 

Warnings: swearing, Deceit, Remus

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This is a gift for @ollyollyoxinfree. I haven’t really interacted with you, so I hope this is something you’ll enjoy. I had a lot of fun writing it. Edit: I made this for the Spring Fling and wanted to post this here as well. Enjoy! :)

Deceit knocked on Anxiety's door hesitantly. Just because he was new, didn't mean he needed to be excluded. Besides, Remus and Wrath would only behave if they had a reason to, and a new player would definitely fit the bill. No answer. Deceit knocked again. Finally the door creaked open just a hair.

Deceit took a deep breath, uncharacteristically nervous. "We're having a game night downstairs." Nothing. "That is, would you care to join us?" The door opened a little wider. 

"You want me to play a game with you?" A timid voice asked. Deceit peered into the dark room, trying to get a better view of the much smaller side before answering. 

"Why of course not," he said smoothly.

"Oh. Okay," Anxiety answered quietly. Deceit cocked his head to the side, confused. Why was Anxiety’ voice suddenly sounding choked? The door had begun to close by the time he realized.

"No, wait!" Deceit yelled sticking his hand into the opening between the door and the frame. The door slammed into his hand, making him hiss in pain. Anxiety flung open the door immediately. 

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Anxiety took Deceit's hand in his own. Deceit tried not to blush. He definitely wasn't thinking about how gay he was. Even as Deceit tasted the lie when it came through his head, he was preoccupied by Anxiety. "I'm so sorry," Anxiety said, shrinking into himself. "I'll just go." He took a step back towards his room. Deceit caught his hand, trying not to wince as his sore hand wrapped around Anxiety's forearm.

"Please do. I mean, I totally don't have a problem with lying. I tell the truth all the time," Deceit told Anxiety, stumbling over his words.

"Oh," Anxiety said hesitantly. "Ok."

"So you won't come?"

"Are you sure?"

Deceit sighed. He tightened his grip on Anxiety's arm and began pulling him to the stairs. Anxiety followed. "Wrath and Remus aren't waiting for us."

"They are? Maybe I shouldn't-" Anxiety began. Deceit turned to him praying that he could speak honestly for once.

"They want to meet you," Deceit said slowly and carefully. "We want to get to know you." He smiled warmly, all too aware of the fang on his left side. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have smiled, but Anxiety didn't seem to mind.

"Really?" Anxiety asked again. Deceit nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Anxiety let Deceit lead him to the stairs. "What are they like?"

"Oh, the others?" Deceit chuckled, more than a little nervous. "I've instructed them to behave."

"That's not really an answer."

Deceit didn't respond. When they reached the living room, Wrath and Remus were already fighting. 

"I want to play Monopoly!" Wrath yelled.

"Fuck you!" Remus yelled. "Monopoly can-"

Deceit cleared his throat loudly. Remus and Wrath separated. Deceit sighed. "Guys, we talked about this."

"Yes, but-" Wrath began. 

"Yes. But yes." Deceit let go of Anxiety and walked between the other two sides. "He is literally anxiety. The least you two can do is behave for an hour," Deceit whispered. He took a deep breath and smiled at Anxiety who returned it nervously. "What do you want to play Anxiety?"

"Um, I don't know," Anxiety said hesitantly. 

"Oh my god! He's so cute!" Remus squealed. "I want to eat his ears!" Anxiety took a step back, subconsciously covering his ears.

"Don't worry," Deceit chuckled. "That's how Remus shows his affection. When we first met he asked to use my unconscious body for target practice."

"Okay. I guess we could play Villainous?" Anxiety answered.

"Why would you‐" Wrath began. Deceit hissed a warning. "Choose anything else?" Wrath finished with a squeak. Anxiety smiled softly. 

"You like Disney?" Remus asked excitedly. Anxiety nodded.

"I-I think so. I've only really existed for a couple of weeks."

Remus ran up to Anxiety, grabbing his arms, and swinging him around. Anxiety's face turned white. Given Deceit's first encounter with Remus, he knew Anxiety was fearing for his life. "I love Disney! So does my brother that bit-" Deceit shot Remus a look. Remus winked at Anxiety. "But we don't need to bore ourselves talking about him? Who's your favorite villain?"

"Uh." Remus let go of Anxiety so he could speak. "I like Maleficent I guess. Cool aesthetic," Anxiety answered happily.

"Yeah, he's definitely Thomas's emo phase," Wrath whispered. He yelped when Deceit smacked his arm. Anxiety and Remus turned to look at them.

"Oh! My turn!" Remus yelled. He ran back and slapped Wrath across the face.

"Remus!" Wrath and Deceit responded in unison. Wrath glared at Remus as Deceit opened his mouth to lecture Remus, but Deceit stopped when he heard a small giggle from behind Anxiety's hand. The giggle turned into a chuckle, then into a full out laugh. And it was the most beautiful sound Deceit had ever heard. Anxiety quieted down after a minute, tears in his eyes, and breathing hard.

"Welcome to the family," Deceit said, extending his hand. Anxiety strode forward and took it. He shook it awkwardly after a moment.

"Thanks," Anxiety replied. 

"Shall we?"

They set up the game quickly, and spent the better part of an hour foiling each other's plans and laughing around the coffee table. As one might expect, Remus was by far the most animated, but as the evening wore on Deceit joined in, then Anxiety. Even Wrath begrudgingly gave an evil laugh or two.

"Good game," Anxiety said suddenly. 

"What?" Wrath screamed, leaping up from his spot on the floor. "No! How did you-" Remus matched his movements, feeling protective of the small Anxiety.

"Um. I don't know. I'm sorry." Anxiety apologized profusely. He looked down at the floor and shrunk into himself.  

"Wrath!" Deceit said sharply. 

"Oh come on, Deceit," Wrath sneered. 

"Wrath, he lost fair and square."

"Why do you care so much?" Wrath demanded.

“It’s just a game asshole,” Remus retorted. “Let. It. Go.”

“He won the first game he ever played? Bullshit!” Wrath screeched, storming out of the room.  

"Wrath!” Deceit called after him, standing up. “You get your ass back here and- and he’s gone.” He looked down at Anxiety, who by this point, was rocking back and forth with his eyes shut tightly. “Hey,” Deceit said softly, “you okay?”

Anxiety nodded furiously, rocking faster. “I’m fine,” he choked out. Remus was struck by a sudden headache. He sat down with a thud. Deceit felt it too, a searing pain in his stomach. 

“Dee, I don’t think he’s fine,” Remus said. 

“Really? I noticed,” Deceit replied sarcastically. “Anxiety, what are you doing? Can you, I know, stop this?”

Anxiety shook his head vehemently. “I- I don’t know. It’s never this bad. Never this bad.” A tear rolled down his face, swiftly followed by another. He rocked himself into exhaustion. After nearly an hour, the pain Deceit and Remus were feeling subsided. They slowly picked themselves up off of the ground. 

“Remus,” Deceit said thoughtfully, “please go give Wrath living hell.”

Remus grinned harshly. “With pleasure.” he leaned down to give Anxiety a gentle pat on the back. “You’ll take care of him right?” Deceit nodded.

“Of course not. I won’t take him to his room and meet you back here when you’ve finished.”

Remus cracked his knuckles. “Thanks for giving me permission Dee, that bastard will get what’s coming to him.”

Anxiety stirred slightly when Deceit lifted him. His eyes fluttered open as Deceit walked up the stairs holding him. He flailed suddenly, falling to the ground. “What are you doing?” Anxiety asked.

“Well, I wasn’t taking you to your room if that’s what you mean,” Deceit told him, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” 

Deceit put a finger to his lips. Anxiety fell quiet. “You need to keep apologizing. Believe me Wrath was playing nice tonight, because I forced him to. He would eat you alive if given the chance.” Anxiety’s eyes widened in terror. Deceit pulled Anxiety to his feet and they walked to his room. They sat on Deceit’s bed together. “Anxiety. I’m sure of what your purpose is as a part of Thomas, but for better or for worse, you’re a Dark Side.”

“What-”

“We’re the good guys, Anxiety,” Deceit said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. “We’re locked away. Hidden from the Others.”

“What others? Why are we the ones hidden?” Anxiety asked. He leaned towards Deceit, anxious to hear more.

“Creativity, Logic, and Morality.” Deceit sneered as he said each of their names. “We are the sides of himself Thomas doesn’t want to know about. So, we’re stuck here. For now.”

“I’m confused.” Anxiety furrowed his brow and stared at the terrarium Deceit kept in one of the corners. “What do you mean, for now? And why doesn’t Thomas want to know about us?”

Deceit sighed. It seemed hard to imagine that anyone could be so naive. Still, he had been like Anxiety once. “I’ll show you.”

Deceit grabbed Anxiety’s hand and sank down. They popped into the Light Side’s common room. Roman screamed, flinging the board the three sides were sitting around into the air. Logic adjusted his glasses irritatedly saying, “Roman, for the last time, would you please refrain from sabotaging the game by dramatically throwing the board.” Roman just pointed behind Logic and Morality. They turned to see Deceit and Anxiety. Logic huffed, clearly annoyed. He stood up, towering over all of the other sides. “What did we tell you last time you came, Deceit? You and the rest of your ilk are not welcome here.”

“Ooh ilk. That’s a fun word Logic,” Morality cooed. “Where’d you learn that one kiddo?”

“Morality, how many times must I remind you, we are the same age and part of someone’s personality. I cannot be your kiddo.”

“See?” Deceit looked at Anxiety to gauge his reaction. “What did I tell you? We’re not wanted.”

“Affirmative,” Logic agreed. Morality smiled sympathetically. 

“Don’t worry kiddo, you’ll have a good home with the Others won’t you-” Morality paused, waiting for a name.

“Anxiety,” Anxiety mumbled. He looked up at Deceit, who saw something more in his eyes now. A fire that hadn’t been there before. “My name is Anxiety,” he repeated with more power. They sank down together.

“Good riddance,” Roman said as he cleaned up the Monopoly pieces. “You know, I always used to play this with-”

“We know,” Logan and Patton replied in unison.

“You’ve only mentioned it 10 times already,” Logan sighed.

Deceit walked Anxiety to his room. “I’m really sorry about tonight. This was the way I wanted to welcome you to the family,” Deceit apologized.

“I had fun actually. Thanks,” Anxiety said sincerely. “And you know what? We’ll find a way to stick it to those Light Side pricks.”

Deceit brightened. He always did love getting back at the Golden Trio. “You mean that?” Anxiety nodded, a slight grin spreading across his face.

“See you tomorrow Dee,” Anxiety called as he entered his room. 

He had shut the door before Deceit was able to reply. “See you tomorrow Anxiety,” he whispered to no one but himself. It was just as well that no one could see him, or they would have taken note of the blush that had spread across the human side of his face.

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Hey fren! I was wondering if you could write like Janus discovering the term genderfluid and realizing he identifies with that. I want something representative and emotional please. I love your writing btw🖤🤘🏻

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Pairings: Moceit, background Logince

Warnings: none that I know of

Thank you for your prompt! I hope I represented the genderfluid community correctly. If I have written something that incorrectly describes genderfluid people please let me know, and I’ll delete this or fix it. 

“Janus. Janus.” Patton’s voice drifted through Janus’s subconscious. He sat up with a start.

“What? Huh?” Janus said distractedly as he twisted around to meet eyes with Patton.

Patton chuckled. “You seemed like you were a million miles away. What’s wrong?” Janus shifted to fully face his boyfriend.

“It’s nothing,” Janus replied as he shifted his gaze downward. Patton looked at Janus, his disbelief evident.

“Really.” Janus glanced up and Patton’s face softened. “You can tell me anything. You know that right?” Patton brushed Janus’s hair out of his face. Janus melted into his touch. 

“I- I just don’t know. I’ve thought for a while now that I might- that I might be trans.”

Patton nodded. “I remember, and I swear to support you in whatever you do.” He opened his arms for a hug. Janus leaned in and set his head on Patton’s shoulder.

“But I don’t always feel that way,” Janus mumbled. 

“You don’t?”

“Today I feel… like a man.” Janus struggled to get the words out. Patton hugged him just a bit tighter. “But, two days ago? I just wasn’t. How can I not always be one thing or the other?”

“Well,” Patton said slowly. “Did I tell you about my cousin, Virgil?” Janus shook his head. “They told me a year or so ago that they were genderfluid.” 

“Genderfluid?” Janus asked. 

“Yes. Some days Virgil goes by he/him and some days they go by she/her depending on how they feel.”

“That- that’s an option?” Janus asked hesitantly. 

Patton gave Janus a squeeze. “Of course! Whatever you feel fits you.”

Janus pulled out of the hug. “I- I have some things to think about.” He stood up. “I’m sorry Patton.”

Patton stood with him. “Take your time okay? You have nothing to be sorry for.” They leaned in for a parting kiss. “I love you,” Patton murmured.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

Janus returned home, determined to shut himself in his room until he figured out exactly what was gender in general. When he emerged (not by his own volition, he was called down for dinner), he had realized that he might never truly understand himself but he could try.

The next day, Janus rummaged through his closet. Upon reaching the very back he found the one item that he had never worn. He held up the long skirt to himself in the mirror, looking at it with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He took a deep breath. Today, she thought is a she day. 

She made her way downstairs that morning, hardly breathing. One of Janus’s dads was turned around with a plate in his hand. Her other dad already sat at the table, also with his back to her. Logan turned around and nearly dropped the plate when he saw Janus standing in the doorway.

“What’s wrong Lo-” Roman trailed off when he turned to see Janus. 

“I have something I want to tell you,” Janus said quietly, not quite meeting her dad’s eyes.

“You can tell us anything, Janus,” Logan replied evenly. Roman nodded. Logan stood next to Roman and placed a hand on his shoulder which Roman covered with his own hand. 

“I think I’m genderfluid,” Janus whispered almost too quietly for them to hear.

“What’s that my prince?” Roman asked good-naturedly.

“I’m not your prince,” Janus said louder than she intended. Roman was taken aback. “I mean. Not today. Today I’m your princess? I guess.”

“Oh, my dear.” Roman stood up and rushed to Janus. “We love you no matter what.” Janus felt tears run down her face as Logan joined the hug. She would never admit it, but she sobbed for longer than anyone cared to notice.

After a tearful breakfast, Janus met Patton at his house. Patton opened the door to a shy Janus and immediately pulled her into a hug. All too soon, Janus felt tears welling up yet again. “What did I do to deserve you?” Janus asked.

“You’re you,” Patton replied, surprised to find that he was crying too. “And I will love you no matter what.” Janus pulled Patton in tighter, somehow afraid that if she let go he would disappear, wafting through her fingers in the breeze. She couldn’t tell you how long they held each other, only that she never wanted to stop.

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I See Stars in Your Eyes

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Pairings: Analogical, Mentioned Remile

Warnings:fireworks, brief mention of eating the rich, brief mention of (accidentally) setting someone on fire, mention of explosives, if you don’t like mentions of fire this isn’t for you

So, I finally found the original, which I’m extraordinarily happy about! Huge thanks to Rory for helping me find it (he’s @/pixelatedrose go follow him). I decided to rewrite it because I’m soft for Analogical and everything can be improved. Anyhow, enjoy!

Dr. Picani tapped Logan on the shoulder, frightening him. Picani smiled kindly at Logan. “I’m afraid I have to go. I’m meeting Remy for dinner at 7,” Picani said, hefting his briefcase. “I have some grading to do as well.”

“I understand Dr. Picani,” Logan replied, returning to his hunched position over the chemicals in front of him.

“Logan, you can’t stay in the lab without a professor’s supervision.”

Logan sighed as he straightened once more. “I’ll clean up.”

“Thank you, Logan. You’ve done some remarkable work so far. I look forward to seeing you next term.”

Logan nodded, a slight smile spreading across his face. “You flatter me sir.” Picani clapped Logan on the shoulder before heading out of the building. Logan set to work, meticulously wiping down his hands, beakers, and counters. 

He was cleaning the last of the tables when he heard a loud “Logan!” and felt a warm weight suddenly fall onto his shoulders. Logan staggered forward as he was thrown off his balance. 

He awkwardly patted the arms around his neck. “Hello Virgil,” Logan choked out. The warmth disappeared and his air circulation returned.

“Sorry, Lo. I didn’t mean to choke you,” Virgil said. “Are you alright?” 

“Better after seeing you,” Logan replied ruefully. He grinned, satisfied at seeing a blush spread across Virgil’s face.

Virgil smacked Logan lightly on the arm. “That’s my line,” he complained. Virgil hopped up onto the counter.

“Get down from there!” Logan scolded. “You don’t know what’s been on this workstation. I don’t know what’s been on this workstation.”

“Aw! Come on! You think I don’t know that you wipe down every table meticulously after every use.” Virgil nodded to the rag in Logan’s hand with a smug grin. He leaned in close. “I knew you cared.” Logan looked down to the floor, a twinge of a blush spreading across his cheeks. Virgil always knew how to make him tongue-tied, and his revenge for Logan making him blush had been tailor made for Logan.

“Of course I care,” Logan huffed. “I’m your boyfriend aren’t I?” 

Virgil leaned over and kissed Logan’s cheek. “Of course. So, what were you making?”

“I was working on identifying some chemical compounds.”

“Anything explosive?”

“What? Virgil no!”

“Virgil yes!” Virgil replied.

“Virgil…” Logan began.

“Come on! It’s been ages!”

“Virgil, it was one time!” Logan exclaimed.

“You still haven’t made me that bomb I asked for.”

“For the last time Virgil, eating the rich is not a viable economic stabilizer,” Logan said with the air of someone repeating a conversation, they’d had many times. Which indeed they were. 

“You don’t know that.” Virgil leaned in, grinning. “Besides, you’d be a perfect evil scientist.” He flipped up the collar of Logan’s lab coat. Logan flipped it back down, his blush now a deep pink.

“I’m not denying that,” Logan said. Virgil’s grin widened. “But I’m not helping you destroy the corrupt system or whatever you’re calling it these days.” Virgil pouted, but only for a minute.

“One of these days I’ll get you on my side.” Virgil hopped down from the counter.

“I’m always on your side,” Logan whispered into their parting kiss.“

“Don’t you ever forget it,” Virgil said with a wink as he left the room.

Logan finished cleaning the lab and stopped at a local chinese place to grab dinner. When he arrived at his apartment, Virgil was sprawled across the couch scrolling through his phone. “I brought dinner, and a gift,” Logan announced. Virgil put his phone away and sat up expectantly. Logan opened his hand to reveal a small firework.

“Hug?” Virgil asked excitedly. Logan nodded. Virgil pulled him into a warm hug, the cushiness exemplified by Virgil’s oversized sweatshirt. “You remembered!” 

Logan patted him on the back. “Of course,” he said with a smile. “I figured this was a safe way to get your tendency towards pyrotechnics out of your system.”

Virgil jumped up, pulling Logan towards the door. “Let’s go!” he cheered.

“What? Now? We haven’t even eaten dinner!”

“Yes now!” Virgil set up the firework in the parking lot and pulled a lighter out of his pocket.

“Why do you have a lighter?” Logan demanded.

“You never know when you need to set something on fire.” Virgil almost cackled.Then he saw Logan’s face and tried to amend his previous statement. “Or light a firework.”

“We will discuss this later,” Logan warned. Virgil shrugged and lit the firework. They sat together, watching the brilliant show of lights and sounds that ended too soon. They drew the attention of one of the apartment complex’s other tenants, but Roman went back inside when he realized the show was over.

They sat together a while longer, dinner forgotten in favor of each other’s company. Logan named as many constellations as he could remember, citing their stories and when they appeared in the sky from memory.Virgil watched Logan, a small smile spread across his face as he watched Logan talk animatedly, favoring that view over the night sky. Logan was so so passionate about science. He lit up whenever he spoke about it and it made Virgil’s heart ache with happiness. He was so unbelievably lucky. 

Logan drew Virgil out of his musings with his name. “I can’t remember the name of that star,” Logan said thoughtfully. “I think I’ll call it Virgil.”

“What? Why?” Virgil asked, leaning into Logan’s shoulder.

“Well it’s faint,” Logan replied. Virgil furrowed his brow. “That means the star is further away than many of the others,” he explained. “But it still found the strength to shine all the way to Earth. You’re strong Virgil. You’ve worked so hard to get here. And I’m so glad you did.”

Virgil gave Logan a small smile. It was faint and subtle, but real. Even more so than the smirks and snide comments. Virgil was so small and so vulnerable, and so uniquely him.

“And to think,” Virgil yawned, “this all happened because you nearly set me on fire in our chemistry class.”

Logan chuckled. “You’ll never let that go will you?”

“Not when it’s how I met you,” Virgil said stubbornly, intertwining Logan’s hands with his own.

“I love you,” Logan whispered.

“I love you too,” Virgil answered.

They hugged each other as they looked up at the stars. They didn’t feel the need to speak. Silence was, for them at least, enough communication in that moment. They stared up at the vast universe above them and at something even more beautiful.

Each other.

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On Love's Light Wings

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Pairings: Romantic DLAMP

Warnings: slight self-deprecation

Notes: First of all, yes the title is Romeo and Juliet. What can I say? I love Shakespeare. Secondly, this is a lot of firsts for me. I've never written/posted any poly ships, kissing, or winged!sides so let me know if I did something wrong so I can fix it. Thanks!

Virgil sat on the roof as he often did, stretching his wings. They had been cooped up all day effectively hidden by his oversized jacket. His boyfriends had asked questions, but he never answered. When he made it clear he didn't want to discuss why he didn't even sleep in the same room as them, they dropped it.

Here on the roof was where he could be himself. He jumped to his feet and spread his wings. He took a running start and leapt off the roof, beating the wings hard to reach higher and higher. He flew up until it was hard to breath.

Virgil looked down at the world below as he did so often. He loved looking at the tiny houses and trees. The lights that shone for as far as the eye could see. But most of all, he loved being close to the stars.

Before long, he had to touch back down. The night was cold and he couldn't stay out forever. He reached the roof, and would have frozen if he could have without falling.

Logan was on the roof with Roman. They lay on the roof stargazing. They hadn't seen him yet, but he couldn't get any closer without them at least hearing him. Virgil resolved to land somewhere nearby and walk back.

He was about to fly a ways away when he realized he'd left his jacket on the roof. There was no way he could get past Patton and Dee in the house and Roman and Logan on the roof without them seeing his wings.

His indecision brought Logan's attention to him. Virgil saw him nudge Roman and point in his direction. He knew it was over. He'd barely had all of his boyfriends 3 months, and now it would be over.

Virgil sighed and angled himself into a dive that brought him to the roof. He landed and forced himself to walk to his jacket before shrugging it on. He winced as it forced his sore wings close to his back and ruffled some of the feathers the wrong way.

Roman and Logan walked to him as quickly as the roof would allow.

"Virgil, are you alright?" Logan asked, seeing the expression on his face. Virgil was taken aback for a moment. That was not the question Virgil had expected.

"Um, yeah, sure," Virgil replied rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. Now he wasn't even sure if they'd seen him.

"That was so cool!" Roman blurted out. "You were flying and then you went like fwoosh!" He made wild gestures with his hands as he dramatically reenacted Virgil's flight. It was clear he'd reached his limit of holding back comments.

Virgil shrank back. "You thought it was cool?" He asked softly. Logan took his hand gently and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Of course," Logan said reassuringly. "We, all of us, will love you no matter what. Although I can't imagine Patton with be happy you kept this from him."

"I just thought-"

"I know. I know. What have we said about negative thinking?" Logan asked.

Roman put an arm around both of them carefully as Virgil stared at the ground.

"Not do them?" Virgil asked hesitantly. Logan smiled.

"Sort of. Just try to remember we love you okay?"

Virgil nodded sheepishly. Roman hugged him tighter, and Virgil winced again. Roman immediately pulled away.

"I'm sorry!" Roman cried. "Did I hurt them?" Virgil nodded. "Jeez, I'm sorry Virge. May I?" He pointed to the jacket. Virgil nodded again, seemingly unable to form coherent sentences.

Roman carefully pulled the jacket off. Virgil's deep purple wings unfolded to their full extent. Both Logan and Roman gasped in unison. The wings were pulled inward.

"No don't," Roman said quickly. "They're beautiful."

"You really think so?" Virgil asked.

"Yes," Logan answered linking hands with Roman, pulling them into a small circle. "I think they're incredible. And I think Patton and Dee's going to want to see this." Logan pulled both of them to the window.

They dashed through the house, Logan leading the way until Roman's excitement got the best of him. Roman practically ran into the kitchen where Dee and Patton were cleaning up from dinner. Virgil walked slower, trying to keep to the shadows.

"Patton! Dee!" Roman shouted. "You'll never believe-"

Logan cut him off, conspicuously clearing his throat. "Perhaps we should just let Virgil explain."

"Explain what kiddo?" Patton asked. He gasped when Virgil stepped forward and unfurled his wings. Even Dee looked impressed. Patton walked up to Virgil. "May I?" He asked gesturing to Virgil's wings. Virgil nodded.

Patton carefully ran his fingers through the feathers, giggling at their soft texture. Virgil couldn't help but smile back. As usual he'd been worried for nothing.

Finally Patton pulled his hands back. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I thought you'd hate them- hate me," Virgil answered quietly, aware now how foolish the thought had been.

"Well I for one, love you Virgil," Patton said. He gave Virgil a light kiss. Virgil tried to pull him in for a longer one, but Patton moved aside.

"I love you as well," Logan said, moving in for a kiss of his own.

"I love you Anx," Dee grinned. Virgil smiled through the kiss at the nickname.

"You're my world Virgil." Roman went next. Not to be outdone, he continued, "As are you three. We could never hate you my dark and stormy night." Roman's kiss lasted substantially longer, not that Virgil was complaining.

Patton pulled everyone into a hug as soon as Roman and Virgil were done. There was a murmured chorus of "I love you's" all around.

Virgil had known all along his boyfriends loved him, but tonight was different. He wasn't hiding anymore. So when he whispered "I love you" that night in bed, he received four responses (five if you count Logan's pleading that they stop the cycle of admissions of love and go to sleep).

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After DWIT

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Pairings: Platonic Moxiety

Warnings: panic attack, swearing

Genre: angst

It had been four days since they had filmed Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts. Four days since Patton had seen Virgil. Four days too long. Although the other side enjoyed his privacy, Virgil hadn't disappeared for this long since he had tried to duck out before Accepting Anxiety.

"Logan. Roman. Have you seen Virgil?" Patton asked casually.

"No. You might be able to find him in his room, " Logan replied without looking up from his book.

"Sorry Padre. I'm with Specs over there. I haven't seen Virgil since the last time we filmed," Roman added. He turned away from the mirror. "Do you want my help finding him?" Patton shook his head, smiling.

"Thanks kiddo. I got it." Patton sank out. He meant to go directly to Virgil's room, but as usual he ended up in the wrong place. Sometimes, as he traveled about the mind palace, his mind wandered. This was one of those times. He ended up in front of the Dark Side's doors.

He knocked tentatively. The door was opened by a clearly worried Deceit.

"What are you doing here?" Deceit demanded.

"I just wanted to ask if Virgil was with you. It's okay if he is. I just want to make sure he's alright," Patton said.

"Oh. I've seen him very recently."

"Great. Can I see him?"

"Yes! I'm telling the truth." Deceit's voice and face betrayed his frustration.

"Okay. I believe you." Patton remained oblivious.

"Patton!" Then the realization struck Patton.

"Oh! You were lying. I get it. I forgot you do that sometimes. So you haven't seen him?" Deceit shook his head, aware that if he answered they would continue in circles.

Patton sunk back out with a wave. He popped up in Virgil's room. It seemed darker than usual. The bed was messy and unmade, Thomas must be in his bedroom at the moment. Patton approached the bed to find it empty.

He heard heavy breathing by the wall. Looking up Patton saw a lump huddled in a corner. Identifying the lump as Virgil, Patton walked towards him.

He placed a hand on Virgil's, startling Virgil enough that he flinched violently. Looking up to see it was Patton, Virgil thrust his head back into his arms. Patton sat down next to Virgil, just holding onto him as he rocked back and forth, sobbing. He served as a sort of rock. A steady constance of words and touch that slowly calmed Virgil down.

He still wasn't completely free of the panic that had gripped him, but Virgil was calm enough to answer Patton.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong, kiddo?" Patton asked.

"I'm what's wrong," Virgil replied shakily into his sleeves.

"Look at me," Patton said, lifting Virgil's chin up enough to look him in his colorful eyes. The green and brown made a perfect match. They were still beautiful despite the water that filled them even now. "There's nothing wrong with you. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"I told him!" Virgil burst out, unable to keep it a secret any longer. "I told him I was a Dark Side. I'm such a fucking idiot."

"Don't say that. So Thomas knows you used to be a Dark Side. So what?"

"So? He hates them. Which means he hates me by default. Which means that he's never going to listen to me again. Which means I don't matter. Which means-" Virgil collapsed into sobs again.

"Hey. Hey. Hey," Patton said gently. "None of that is going to happen. You're a part of Thomas. He knows that. You know that." Virgil looked up again, eyeshadow running down his face.

"You- You really mean that?" Virgil asked. Patton nodded. He stood up. Virgil took Patton's hand when he offered it.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Patton said.

Thanks to @parano--vigilant for the help with the ideas for this one shot and @thatsthat24 for the characters. Reblogs and notes are appreciated. Thanks! :)

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Better to be a Villain Than a Hero Part (3/?)

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Pairings: Moceit, Familial Creativitwins

Warnings: Unsympathetic Remus and Roman, kidnapping, threatening torture, blood mention, knocking someone out

Remember this? I didn’t. Welcome to me posting somewhat old WIPs because I got a sudden inspiration for anarchy while listening to music. What is my life 

Remus had wanted to burst out there and start busting heads, and Roman very nearly allowed it. But, he reasoned, they needed subtlety. So, he first cornered Janus, returning to the Dark Side’s common room after dinner with Patton and Logan. As far as Roman knew, Virgil had yet to learn of Janus’s acceptance. 

Roman landed softly in the corner of the room. Despite his stealth, Janus looked up from what he was reading. “I was wondering when you were going to show up, Remus,” Janus said excitedly. “You’ll never guess what I did during today’s episode!” He patted the space on the couch next to him. “Sit and I’ll tell you everything.”

“You really can’t tell,” Roman whispered.

Janus’s eyes widened as Roman stepped out of the shadows, sword drawn. “I- I didn’t know,” Janus stammered. He took a breath, relaxed his shoulders, and cocked an enigmatic eyebrow. “What I meant to say was, hello.” He narrowed his eyes to what he felt was an appropriately scrutinizing look. “What brings you here Roman?”

“Oh nothing much.” Roman grinned suddenly, the warmth never quite reaching his eyes. “Revenge mostly.”

Janus stood up quickly. “For one comment? Oh do grow up, Princey,” Janus said, sarcasm dripping on the last word. Roman leveled his sword at Janus, who put his hands up defensively. Roman seemed to think for a second and lowered the sword. 

“Heard enough, Remus?” Roman called. Janus looked behind him to see Remus staring at him. If he hadn’t known better, Janus would have thought Remus was crying. But Remus didn’t cry.

“Are you going to leave me?” Remus asked suddenly.

“Remus, I-”

“Answer me! Are you going to leave like Virgil did?” Remus yelled. His morning stars appeared in his hands.

“Remus. Please,” Janus pleaded to no avail.

“I would answer him,” Roman growled. The sword was at Janus’s throat in a matter of seconds. 

“I’m not going to leave Remus,” Janus told him. “I’m just going to be included a little more.”

Remus stalked forward. He hadn’t bothered to clean the morning stars after Logan had returned them. The dried blood glinted dully in the partially lit room. Remus’s voice was choked and quiet, and yet still rang out in Janus’s ears. “That’s what Virgil said before he left.” Remus’s torn face was the last thing Janus saw before the world went black.

Patton walked nervously to Roman’s door. He’d already tried to get Roman out for dinner, but his answer had been short and stiffly polite. Janus’s presence probably hadn’t helped. Now that Janus is gone, Patton thought, blushing as he thought of him. Now that he’s gone, maybe Roman will want to talk. He knocked softly on the door, noting the faded red of the door and the peeling paint with a furrowed brow. 

“You in there kiddo? I just want to talk,” Patton called through the door. Roman leaned on the other side, a tight grin spreading across his face. He wasn’t going to answer, that had never been his plan, but for a brief moment he’d wanted to. Then he remembered what had driven him to Remus in the first place. He steeled himself against the father figure figment outside his door, and returned to preparing his room for his new prisoner.

He was actually a touch excited by the prospect of having a real prisoner. Well, as real as a fictional personification of someone’s personality can get. Roman couldn’t wait to get his revenge on all of them. One by one.

Patton left eventually. He always did. He always came back, but after a couple years of dealing with Virgil he’d learned when to give a side some space. He went back to his room and tried not to think about the video. He tried not to think about all the pain he’d caused Thomas and the rest of them. And above all, he tried not to cry. 

Patton stared into the mirror that hung near his bed as tears wormed their way down his face. He sniffed a couple of times, altogether too tired to stop them. No one knocked on his door. Roman and Remus didn’t care, Janus was literally tied up, and Virgil and Logan were too busy fighting with their own emotions to notice Patton’s.

Remus paced back and forth around Roman’s room. Roman lounged in a chair he’d conjured. He was just as thoroughly bored as Remus. He just hid it better. “Sit down Remus,” Roman called languidly. “Pacing won’t help anything.”

“It’s been a week,” Remus said, ignoring Roman. “A week. Why hasn’t anyone come for him yet?”

Roman shrugged. “Maybe they don’t care about that snake as much as we thought.”

“So what do we do?” Remus asked. Roman stood up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. He appeared to be deep in thought. “Roman,” Remus whined impatiently. 

“Give me a minute, Remus,” Roman snapped. “I think,” he continued after a moment, a smile spreading across his face, “it’s time we turn to another target.”

“Oh, do tell?”

“What are your thoughts about a little torture?”

“My only question is who.” Remus grinned harshly.

“Pay a certain padre a visit.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Hopefully this will be updated soon. Remember when I tried to update weekly with one (1) fic? Me neither. We don’t always get what we want I guess. Anyhow, if you’d like to be tagged, need me to add warnings, or have any questions at all just shoot me an ask or message. Stay safe. :)

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I See Stars in Your Eyes

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Pairings: Romantic Analogical

Warnings: fireworks, brief mention of eating the rich, brief mention of (accidentally) setting someone on fire, mention of explosives, if you don't like mentions of fire this isn't for you

Logan was concentrating on his latest experiment. It was a simple assignment. Something he'd done hundreds of times before, but points were given for creativity and Logan had no intention of getting less than 100%.

He felt a warm weight on his shoulders suddenly, throwing off his balance and focus. Logan awkwardly patted the arms around his neck.

"Hello, Virgil," he choked out. The warmth immediately disappeared.

"Sorry, L. I didn't mean to choke you," Virgil said. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"It's quite alright." Logan tried to return to his work. Virgil hopped up on the counter and Logan swatted at him good naturedly. "Get down from there! You don't know what's been on this workstation."

"Aw! Come on! You think I don't know that you wipe this table down meticulously after ever class?"

Logan looked down at the floor, a twinge of a blush spreading across his cheeks. Virgil always managed to make him tongue tied. Virgil leaned in closer.

"Watcha making?"

"I'm creating a chemical compound to elicit a reaction similar to elephant's toothpaste."

"Is it an explosive?"

"What? Virgil, no."

"Come on! It's been ages!"

"Virgil, it was one time!" Logan carefully set down the beaker he'd been using and turned his full attention to Virgil.

"You still haven't made me that bomb I asked for."

"For the last time Virgil, eating the rich is not a viable economic stabilizer," Logan answered exasperatedly with the air of someone repeating a conversation, they'd had many times. Which indeed they were. Logan couldn't resist Virgil's passion when it came to activism, and Virgil couldn't resist his nerdy enthusiasm when it came to chemistry. That was probably why they worked so well together.

"You don't know that." Virgil leaned in, grinning. "Besides, you'd be a perfect evil scientist." He flipped up the collar of Logan's lab coat. Logan flipped it back down, his blush now a deep pink.

"I'm not denying that." Virgil's grin widened. "But I'm not helping you destroy the corrupt system or whatever you're calling it these days." Virgil pouted, but only for a minute.

"One of these days I'll get you on my side." Virgil hopped down from the counter.

"I'm always on your side," Logan whispered into their parting kiss."

"Don't you ever forget it," Virgil said with a wink as he left the room.

Logan didn't get much work done after that. He was too busy grinning foolishly about his incredible boyfriend.

Virgil was at their apartment when he went home. He looked up from his phone as Logan entered.

"Hey, Logan. You get that project done?" Virgil asked cheerfully. Logan nodded and sat next to him. Virgil put down his phone to give Logan his full attention.

"I got you something," Logan began, holding out his closed hand.

"Aw! You're so sweet!" Virgil planted a kiss on Logan's cheek. Logan opened his hand to reveal a small firework sitting in his palm. Virgil pulled Logan into a warm hug, exemplified by his fluffy jacket. "You remembered," Virgil whispered excitedly into Logan's ear.

Logan patted him on the back. "Of course. Anything for you. Plus, this is a relatively safe way to get your tendency towards pyrotechnics out of your system."

Virgil jumped up, pulling Logan with him. "Come on! Let's go!"

"What? Now?" Logan sputtered as he was practically dragged out the front door.

"Yes, now!"

Virgil set it up and pulled a lighter out of his pocket.

"Why do you have a lighter?" Logan demanded.

"You never know when you need to set something on fire." Virgil almost cackled. Then he saw Logan's face and tried to amend his previous statement. "Or light a firework."

"We will discuss this later," Logan warned. Virgil shrugged and lit the firework. They sat together, watching the brilliant show of lights and sounds that ended too soon. They drew the attention of one of the apartment's other tenants, but Roman went back in after realizing the show was over as soon as he arrived.

Virgil and Logan sat together for a while longer. Logan named the constellations, citing their names and when they appeared in the sky. Virgil watched Logan, favoring that view over the stars. Logan drew Virgil's attention with his name.

"That star doesn't have a name that I know of. I'll call it Virgil."

"What? Why?" Virgil asked, leaning into Logan's shoulder.

"Well, it's faint." Virgil looked skeptical. "That means it's far away," Logan explained. "But it's still found the strength to shine all the way to Earth. You're strong Virgil. You've worked so hard to get here. And I'm so glad you did."

Virgil gave Logan a small smile. It was faint and subtle, but real. Even more so than the smirks and snide comments. Virgil was small and vulnerable and so uniquely him.

"And to think," Virgil yawned, "this all happened because you nearly set me on fire in our chemistry class."

Logan chuckled. "You'll never let that go will you?"

"Not when it's how I met you," Virgil said stubbornly, intertwining Logan's hands with his own.

"I love you," Logan whispered.

"I love you too," Virgil answered.

They looked up at the stars, and at something even more beautiful.

Each other.

I haven't been writing a ton lately, I know. I'm trying my best. This was an idea I had like a month ago that evolved over the course of a week into this. I think writing a bunch of silly little things instead of trying to deal with my series (Home) right now will help, so if you've got any prompts please let me know :) (no smut/remrom)

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Heya! Was wondering if you could write something with Patton being really bad at cooking, but he refuse to let that stop him from trying to make cookies for the other sides? Hope your having a good day!

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Pairings: None

Warnings: None

I hope this meets your expectations. I wrote this in a stream of consciousness at 4 in the morning, so... this might be awful.  

Patton poured over the cookbook, scrunching his eyebrows at the recipes as he tried to find the right one for his mood. Technically he wasn’t supposed to be baking alone, that time he almost burned the house down to bake brownies had put an end to that, but he didn’t want to bother any of the others. Besides, he wanted nothing more than to surprise everyone with cookies at dinner. He grinned, imagining their faces when he presented them with a correctly seasoned, non-burnt, delicious batch of chocolate cookies.

Patton’s fingers landed on the right recipe. “There,” he whispered happily. He bustled around the kitchen taking out the bowls and measuring cups he needed, as well as all of the ingredients while making as little noise as possible. 

Patton hummed as he followed the recipe. He put in the eggs, milk, flour, baking soda, salt, sugar, and butter, mixing them together in a large bowl. He set down the spoon in favor of using his hands to pat the dough into little balls. Patton put them in the oven and grabbed the remote. He turned on the T.V. and went straight to Cartoon Network. There he stayed until Logan came down stairs.

Logan sniffed the air and straightened his glasses. “Patton?”

“Hmm?” Patton replied, only half listening.

“What’s that smell?” Logan looked around and finally glanced into the kitchen. Smoke was leaking out of the oven. “Patton!” Logan yelled, rushing to the oven.

Patton looked around and squealed when he noticed the oven. “The cookies!” 

“Patton! You are not allowed to cook alone!” Logan shouted. He grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the trays out of the oven. Patton rushed over and flitted around Logan, doing nothing but getting in the way.

“I- I wanted to surprise you guys,” Patton said sadly, looking at the crispy cookies. 

Logan put his hand on Patton’s shoulder. “It’s alright Patton,” Logan said with a smile. 

“What’s going on?” Virgil asked from the stairs. “I heard some shouts.” He sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. “Eh. What’s that smell?”

“Cookies?” Patton said, pointing to the burnt husks of what was supposed to be cookies. 

Virgil chuckled. “Want me to get Princey and we can make a new batch?” Virgil asked. Patton nodded sheepishly. Virgil turned and stalked up the stairs to grab Roman. 

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” Patton told Logan with a smile. “I think I’ll do better with some guidance.

Roman and Virgil appeared before long. Roman took charge of collecting the ingredients, Logan measured everything out, Patton mixed it all together, while Virgil sat periodically on the counter and the fridge while occasionally stealing chocolate chips from Patton. 

They sat together in the living room after putting the cookies in the oven. “We won’t forget this time,” Patton said with a small giggle. Roman nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh god please let us remember,” Virgil groaned. “That smell lingers forever! We’re lucky the last batch didn’t stink up the kitchen.”

“Alright Count Woelaf,” Roman scoffed. “I’m sure you’ll live.” He looked up at Virgil, sitting on the top of the couch. Patton slapped Roman’s leg from the floor as he spoke to Virgil.

“No insults Roman,” Patton scolded.

“What! It’s an affectionate nickname, Padre.” 

Logan sighed, rolling his eyes. “You all are completely hopeless.”

“Aw! You love us!” Patton sang, nudging Logan. 

Logan straightened his tie, “Perhaps.”

Just then, the timer went off. They all rushed to the kitchen, taking the cookies out of the oven. They burned the roofs of their mouths eating them so fast. They sat back on the couch in a large heap. “Cookies were a great idea, Patton,” Roman said with a loud, satisfied sigh. Affirmation was chorused from the others.

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you guys,” Patton replied hugging all of them together.

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Sweet

Warnings: none (let me know if there are)

Genre: I tried for fluff, kinda ended with angst. I'm sorry.

Summary: Deceit is really protective of Anxiety, especially once he starts becoming part of Thomas's videos.

Can we get some Anxciet fluff? Why can't I just write fluff?

Before the Dark Side of Disney.

Anxiety knocked on the door to Deceit's room. Deceit opened it quickly. Anxiety didn't stop by often, and Deceit had learned the hard way not to ignore him.

"Hey Anx. What's up?" Deceit said.

"Dee," Anxiety replied tiredly. "Can I come in?"

Knowing better than to say no, Deceit stood back so Anxiety could enter. Anxiety slumped on the couch. Deceit sat next to him. He waited patiently. Anxiety would talk when he was comfortable.

"Thomas wants me to do another video," he said finally.

"After the last one?" Deceit asked indignantly. Anxiety nodded. "And you want my opinion." The last wasn't really a question, but Anxiety answered it anyway.

"Yeah. Who else could I ask? The Duke?" Deceit chuckled.

"Fair enough." He wrapped one of his arms around Anxiety, moving sowly so he wasn't startled. "If I'm being honest-"

"That's new," Anxiety joked, turning to look at Deceit with a grin on his face. Deceit grinned back.

"As I was saying," Deceit continued more seriously, "I don't think you should go."

"You don't?" Anxiety sounded almost disappointed. Deceit didn't understand.

The first time, Anxiety had come back from filming a video he hadn't talked for days. When he finally had, he wouldn't discuss it. He had taken a serious hit to his self esteem, something Deceit only realized after questioning Roman about the video.

After the second video, Deceit had wanted to appear to give the others a piece of his mind. How dare they insult both him and his precious Anxiety! Singing an entire song about lying, and completely ignoring Anxiety's reasonable concerns! Only Anxiety's pleading stopped him from appearing to them. Besides, he couldn't appear as himself anyway. Thomas hadn't even begun to accept the darker parts of himself. Still, Deceit wasn't sure why or how, but there was something about Anxiety that made him feel protective.

Now, Anxiety was thinking about going back to film another video. Deceit sighed. He might not like the outcome, but the crux of the matter was, that it was Anxiety's decision.

"Anx." Anxiety looked up again. "It's your choice. I'll be here. I'll wait for you if you choose to do this." Anxiety nodded, getting up. Deceit longed to pull him back down. To protect him from the sides who didn't, couldn't understand him.

But he didn't. Deceit had promised to wait. He waited until Virgil got back from that video. And the next. And the next. He waited until Anxiety - No - Virgil now, didn't come back at all.

And still he waited. Until Deceit couldn't wait any longer. If Virgil wasn't coming back, Deceit didn't have to wait anymore. Didn't have to hide anything, except his broken heart behind a facade of anger and spite.

If he wasn't Deceit before, he was now.

Day 7 of Deceitber! I'm sorry I missed Day 6. It was a combination of lack motivation, procrastination, and lack of inspiration. I'll try to pick it up later if I have time.

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