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boxed-n-bottled-arson · 4 years

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Yandere Virgil chapter 3

Summary: Virgil’s deal with the mysterious ‘Rem’ needs to be filled. So Virgil finds a way to expel of Remy Skyes and makes his worst ever mistake.

Warnings: Food mentioned, plotting murder, murder, brief description of dead bodies, cursing (2), blood mentioned, injury mentioned, fire mentioned, near-death experiences.

Ships: one-sided moxiety, RemyxPatton slightly

Virgil walked through the cafeteria staring down at his feet. A week had passed since Logan’s murder, and a week had passed since he made a deal to kill Remy Skye. He had two weeks, two minuscule weeks to kill Remy or…. He didn’t know what would happen. But Virgil really didn’t want to find out.

He arrived at the table he and Patton always sat at (well… Logan and Roman also sat there, or at least used to). He took his seat next to Patton, who immediately leaned on Virgil. This had been happening a lot recently since Patton had been taking the deaths of his friends not very well, but at least Virgil was there to comfort him. They sat in comfortable silence for a bit till Patton spoke up, “Virge, I’m scared.” “Why would that be Pat?” Patton looked at Virgil, “I know that Roman and Logan’s deaths look like accidences but” Patton paused for a second, “what if they weren’t?” Virgil’s eyes grew big, as Patton continued talking, “And...and,” tears started to roll down Patton’s face, “what if I lose you?” Virgil pulled Patton into the closest hug he could. “Shh, Pat it’s ok. You’re not gonna lose me I promise.” Virgil sat there, holding Patton as Patton continued to cry, it took a bit, but Patton had managed to calm down. “Sorry about that Virge,” Patton said, gaze resting on the floor. Virgil put a hand on Patton’s shoulder, “It’s ok Pat, and it’s ok to be scared.” Pat looked up at Virgil and nodded, before giving him a shy yet genuine smile. A smile that was so rare since the passing of Roman. A smile that made Virgil’s heart flutter. A smile that Virgil fell in love with.

A bell rung, signaling the end of final period. Virgil gathered his stuff and made his way out of the classroom, heading for the door at the front of the school. He made his way through crowds of students and eventually made it to the front doors. Stepping through the doors, Virgil looked around the front area od the school till he spotted Patton who was talking to...Remy. Virgil’s eyes grew wide and his breathing picked up. Why was Remy talking to Patton? Is Remy flirting with Patton? Countless more questions ran through Virgil’s head before he calmed himself enough to be able to walk towards Patton and Remy. “Ya, the party’s from 8 to 10 at my place tomorrow, you better not miss it, girl.” Virgil heard Remy say. Virgil was hoping the anger he was feeling didn’t seep out and onto his face. “Of course I’ll be there Remy!” Patton said, tone bubbly and excited. Remy walked away before Virgil had arrived, but Remy had left oh so many bread crumbs that would lead to his very own demise.

Virgil arrived in math class on the morning of the party, taking his typical seat in the back of the room. Nothing seemed unordinary till Virgil opened his math binder. In it were the typical scattered papers and notes, but on top of everything was a party invitation. An invitation to none other than Remy’s party (with Rem signed in the bottom corner,). Murmuring a thank you under his breath to this mysterious 'Rem', Virgil flipped the invitation over reading to read the details. The party was as Remy said from 8 to 10 tonight, at 118 Greencircle (which Virgil presumed was Remy's address). The invitation had been obviously stolen, though, maybe Virgil would take the hint from Rem that now was the time to strike.

Virgil stared from across the street at the house he was about to infiltrate. The house had rainbow light flowing out of it, and Virgil could faintly hear the music from it. Virgil was shaking, like fully shaking. Unlike any business he had conducted at school, this was loud and there were SO many people, along with a higher risk to be caught. Virgil pulled his patchwork jacket close to him as he walked shakily across the street, towards the front lawn when he saw them. Them, as in people including Remy sitting on the porch, he was walking towards. Virgil's breathing hitched before he immediately ran for the bushes on the side of the house and ducked into them. Virgil's breathing was heavy, and he desperately hoping the people on the porch were to busy drinking punch and talking to notice him walk towards the house.

Virgil sat in the bushes staring at the wall of the house he was next to. His plan of sneaking in and desperately avoiding anyone he knew, had been foiled and he needed a new one. That's when he heard a girlish squeal followed by a distressed Remy screaming, "GIRL, I WALK INTO THE DOOR OF MY OWN HOUSE FOR MY OWN PARTY AND GET A BUCKET OF PUNCH POURED ON ME!?!?" Virgil smirked. Whether this was Rem’s doing or the universe itself, Virgil couldn’t help but feel a bit lucky. "THANKS, BITCHES, IM GOING TO GET CHANGED UPSTAIRS" he heard Remy scream again. Ah, so Virgil had a place to head to. Virgil stood up, staring at the siding on the house. There was no he would be able to grip onto it and climb up. But the ivy running all up and down the sides, he might just be able to climb that. The pressure from the clock and thought of his and Rem's deal pushed him to start climbing without a second thought.

The ivy was thornless, but still hard to climb up and had very few places Virgil could put his feet, not to mention the house he was climbing was also two stories. The worst though happened about halfway up the house.

Virgil's hands gripped the ivy, like a lifeline. He barely dared to even breathe, scared it would lead to ripping the ivy he was holding on. Virgil moved his left hand a little higher, grabbing a new strand of ivy and pulling himself farther up. He pulled his body up, and his left foot rested on another part of the ivy when he felt it break from under him. His hands slid down the ivy as his feet dangled off the side of the house. His hands gripped to the ivy, like his life depended on it, wait, his life did depend on it. This was it. Life or death. Mustering up all the strength and adrenaline he could, Virgil pulled himself up and grabbed a nearby window sill as he felt all the ivy he was gripping snap. Virgil pulled himself onto the sill, his breaths coming in gasping, wavy lengths. The sill was barely big enough for him to sit on, but it felt sturdy enough to support him. Virgil wished he could have tried to calm himself, but the clock was ticking and Remy wasn't gonna be in the bathroom all night.

Virgil pushed his face against the glass of the window, it seemed to be a bedroom of some sort. Backing away from the glass, Virgil looked up to the next window sill. It wasn't that high above him, and he jumped and got a good enough grip to pull himself up. The window obviously belonged to the bathroom, the lights were on so you could easily see the toilet, sink, and shower. Most importantly though Remy was there, staring at himself in the mirror.

Virgil could taste the victory on his tongue, or maybe that was the blood from him biting his cheek out of nerves. It took a moment but Virgil managed to open the semi-broken (which had already been broken) window and was now able to access the bathroom. Remy was talking on the phone, supposedly to someone who was not able to make the party and not paying attention to his surroundings. "Agh, girl these bitches decide to pour a bowl of punch on my head and it's still sticking to my fingers and I'm gonna have to blow dry my hair!" Virgil silently snickered at Remy’s overdramatic tone. The person on the other end spoke up, "try soaking your hand in warm water or something, idk that might help." The voice was unrecognizable to Virgil, "Fine I'll see if that helps," Remy said as he turned on the facet.

It was unexpected, it was sudden, and Remy never saw it. He thought he was alone, except for Tayln over the phone (He had called them complaining Patton looked way too cute in the outfit they were wearing). He had just turned on the water, trying to rid his fingers of the annoying sticky feeling they retained from having punch poured over him when in barely the blink of an eye, he saw his hairdryer fall into the sink. Almost instantly, Remy felt the electricity pulse through him. Through his hands, then his arms, through his torso, then right to his brain.

He was dead before his body hit the floor.

Virgil watched from the side as Remy’s body hit the white tile floor of the bathroom. It was strange how weird people looked when they had that spark of life removed from them. They looked almost clouded, their eyes no longer glowing. Virgil could see that even through Remy’s sunglasses.

“Hello there? Rems, you there?” The person from Remy’s phone asked. Virgil froze up. There was no way in hell he’d be able to answer that. He quickly weighed his options before clicking the end call button. Virgil let out a shaky sigh, his eye’s resting to the sink that he’d turned into a murder weapon. How much of this was he willing to do for Patton? Patton… The one thing keeping him going. Patton. Virgil couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him.

Right before Virgil could go on to start daydream he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, notifying him of a new text.

“Good work. Remy has been...dealt with. Though you now have a party full of people with a missing host, and a most likely distressed friend you hung up on. Not to mention the fingerprints on the side of the house and window. Nevertheless, I’m going to offer my help to you. There is another person hot on my tail, and I need them removed. You agree to take care of them, I’ll clean up this party and evidence. Do we have a deal?

-Rem”

Virgil had never realized how much evidence he made, nor how glad he really was to have Rem. He quickly texted back his agreement.

“Fine, I agree to help you.”

“I’m glad”

A second passed before Virgil received another text,

“I’m gonna need you to leave that house, there should be an easy exit from the master bedroom connected to the bathroom you’re in. Bedroom also seems to be deserted.”

“Ok”

Virgil tucked his phone in his pocket before walking over to a near door. Opening it he was greeted with the sight of the master bedroom. Pulling out his phone he texted Rem again,

“What type of exit am I looking for?”

“Window closes to the bed has a tree outside of it. Jump on to it and climb down, tell me when you’re on the other side of the road.”

Virgil turned off his phone and made his way to the window. Rem was correct, a large birch tree sat right outside the window. Unlocking the window and opening it, Virgil gave no second thought before jumping into the tree. That was a mistake. He ended up slamming into one of the branches and hurting his ribs. He had to keep going though. He didn’t have long before someone went looking for Remy and found him dead. High on adrenaline and fear, Virgil made his way done the tree (trying to ignore the stinging pain from his most likely bruised ribs).

At the base of the tree, Virgil took a few deep breaths, yet as much as he wanted it to be over it wasn’t. He still needed to make it to the other side of the road. With one hand gripping his side and hurt ribs, Virgil sulking made his way over to the side of the road (making sure to check for cars, he had already had too many near-death experiences today). Once there Virgil practically fell onto the side of the road and laid there. He was exhausted. Slowly he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“I’m at the side of the road”

He laid his phone on his chest and felt himself smile slightly. It was over, Remy was dead. He just had one more person to get rid of and if you were smart he wouldn’t need rem’s hel-.

All thoughts were cut off by the smell of smoke and sounds of screams.

Virgil hastily stood up and looked at the scene in front of him. Remy’s house was fully ablaze, people were filling out of it, and smoke was rising up from the house. Virgil grabbed his phone and frantically started typing.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

Rem responded back quickly

“Removed evidence. The fingerprints and body are simply burned away, and the people in the house are leaving. The whole thing will look like someone simply left a burner on or dropped a cigarette in the wrong place.”

Virgil’s eyes drifted back to the sea of people now in front of the house.

“PATTON WAS IN THAT HOUSE.”

“And he is completely safe.”

Rem’s response was delivered with a picture of Patton right outside the house, he seemed to be on the phone panicking, most likely calling 911 or his family.

Rem sent another message soon after,

“Now if you’re done panicking, I have another client you need to expel of.”

The message was sent with a picture of a person called Damion ‘Deceit’ Nova. Virgil’s eyes grew as he stared at the picture. Damion was the kid everyone was scared of, he was rumored to be part of some mafia and was that was always in fights. Fights, that ended oftentimes in blood and potentially the other person not walking out. Damion was heavily dangerous and could probably snap Virgil right in half.

“I assume you know who this is,”

Virgil typed his response, panicked thoughts running through his head on about how long he would have to expel of Damion

“HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KILL HIM? ANYONE WHO GOES NEAR HIM PRACTICALLY DIES!!”

“I cleaned up one of your messes, you’re cleaning up one of mine. You have 3 weeks, I expect Damion gone.”

Virgil would have texted Rem, but he knew there was no hope in bargaining with the mysterious figure. Virgil stared up at the still burning house. He really was screwed, wasn’t he?

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1-1snailxd-art · 5 years

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Libraries are for Meetings

Master List —— Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - I lost my friend at the library

Warnings: Homophobia mentioned, it is implied that someone isn’t eating (not an eating disorder completely, but I thought I’d warn just in case)

Summary: Patton admits his greatest fear; Katie reveals what is behind her sassy exterior; and Logan and Virgil are finally driving somewhere.

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“You should have seen his face after the laptop hit the ground. I haven’t seen that shattered look since…since...”

Patton couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. Laying against Roman’s chest on the couch, Patton had already filled Roman in on how he had accidentally pulled the laptop down. Now, Roman was gently stroking Patton’s hair as the credits for ‘Brother Bear’ ran on the tv screen. Roman made no attempt to prompt Patton to continue, listening solely to the other’s breathing and making sure his own remained steady.

He used to find himself in Patton’s position often, though it was Katie or Jason that he was leaning against. The subtle stroking of hair and faint background noise was just what he needed to find and express how he was feeling.

"It just feels like every time we get close to returning to normal, I mess something up."

Roman felt Patton's body tense up and Patton finally said his greatest fears out loud.

"I'm a bad omen, Roman. All I do is mess up Logan's life. You should leave me before I start messing yours up too."

"Hey, no, no, no" Roman wished he could pull Patton closer, but he was already squeezing him as tight as he could without causing any harm. There was so much guilt and pain pent up inside Patton's small body; though he rarely showed it.

"You are not a bad omen, Pat... It's ok. I'm not going anywhere."

Roman was so focus on trying to calm Patton's sobs, that he didn't hear Katie enter.

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The library didn't need much cleaning thanks to Virgil's relentless tidying during his prior shift. All it took was a quick vacuum and Katie was satisfied enough to set the alarms for the night. She was eager to get home and check on her boys after the day they had. Roman had passed on what he knew earlier, and Ellie had been messaging her ever since Katie tipped them off that Logan may have been heading their way.

It was all intuition. Logan had been avoiding all ties to Jason since the anniversary loomed over the horizon; but Katie had a feeling that Julie's Diner would be a comfort he would seek.

E: They just left. Virgil seems nice.

Reelest: Virgil is a good kid. How was Logan?

E: Hes Logan. Im sorry katie. Im not good at reading him.

E: our conversation got cut short.

Reelest: How are you doing? Really?

E: *seen*

Reelest: e?

Reelest: Ellie?

Reelest: Ethan?

E: *seen*

Katie sat in her car and contemplated driving to Julie's Diner to check on her young friend. She almost threw her phone when it loudly chimed for an incoming call.

"Do you need me to come over?" Katie immediately asked, desperate to be the supportive force she had become.

"Sorry, Katie. I just needed a moment to properly process your question." Ellie's voice cracked slightly, but otherwise was void of emotion.

"Don't apologise. Just tell me what you need."

"You shouldn't be helping me, though. Jason was your family. I should be the one working to comfort you; not the other way round."

"Who says what we should or shouldn't be doing. Screw that. If I went about doing what I should be doing, I wouldn't have raised Roman alone. I wouldn't have taken over the library. I wouldn't have connected with your family, which means I wouldn't have eaten for those first few weeks after Jason's death."

Katie paused and listened to Ellie's breathing on the other end of the line, patiently waiting for her words to sink in.

"I still feel guilty. Heck, I don't think I will ever stop feeling guilty, but... I think I understand. Thank you, Katie."

"You are most welcome. With that out of the way, what do you need?"

"... I think I'm... good for now. Seeing Logan was nice though. Do you think everyone would be up for a meeting before the actual anniversary?"

"Absolutely. Pitty picnic party?"

"Please. Can we have it on Friday, in the library? I’m working flat out every other day this week."

Katie was about to agree when her mind flashed to Virgil. He had taken on all but two cleaning shifts, and she was sure he was just about living in the library full time. She didn't want to take his figurative home for the evening, but at the same time she knew they were all in need of a good debrief before the weekend.

"Friday sounds great. I'll let the others know."

"Thanks again, Katie. I should get back to work. This talk really helped though."

Driving home, Katie turned the music as loud as her speakers allowed her to; belting out her favourite songs as tears streamed down her face. She had to be the face and voice of reason, but alone in her car she could truly be herself. The sad and terrified girl she never got to be. When her parents disappeared, Katie was 21 and immediately put aside her dreams of travelling to look after her 14-year-old idiot of a brother. She was thankful when Jason graduated high school the following year and moved in with them. It meant there was someone else who could be the strong face when she felt broken. Someone else for Roman to turn to, and even someone she could use when she just wanted to talk.

Stopping at a red light an electronic noticeboard flashed the current temperature and date.

"Almost two years, Jason." she thought, leaning her head back against the car seat as 'Stand by you' by Rachel Platten started playing.

Katie laughed and wiped at her eyes, knowing she would be home soon.

"You can be pretty sick and twisted universe." she said aloud to no one in particular, before she joined in to sing the lyrics the rest of the way home.

By the time she had the car parked and headed to the apartment building, Katie felt better. Anniversaries, be it her parents or Jason's, were never going to be easy; not that she'd ever let Roman see just how hard they were on her.

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Katie had expected to find Patton and Roman on the couch, but she hadn't expected to see Patton sobbing uncontrollably in Roman's arms. Quickly taking in the barely touched pizza sitting on the ottoman, Katie went straight into the kitchen and grabbed three popsicles from the freezer.

Roman didn't notice Katie until she walked in front of the pair.

"Alright, sit up boys."

Roman hated how much Katie could sound like his mother when she wanted; but she was immediately his sister again as she threw a popsicle at him the moment the pair had straightened.

"Truth time, Pat, have you eaten properly today?"

Arms wrapped tightly around his middle and hiccupping, Patton shook his head. Suddenly Roman felt very guilty for not noticing sooner. Though Patton had eaten the chocolate earlier, he hadn't touched the pizza at all; which was a clear indication that he wasn't in the best head space.

"Suck on this," Katie handed the unwrapped popsicle to Patton, who slowly started sucking it obediently. "Now, listen to Mamma Kay very carefully. Logan is fine, and you know he loves you in ways no one else will ever understand."

Patton nodded but kept his head bent low. Katie glanced up at Roman who was holding up his phone with the words 'bad omen' typed on a notes page. Phone messages were how the siblings use to insult each other behind their parents’ backs, but it was now proving to be a helpful tool as Katie quickly joined the dots.

"Pat, do you remember the day we first met in person?" Patton nodded, sobbing settling the longer he was distracted by the frozen treat. "Remind me what happened that day."

"imsmavmdyoufonacar."

"Wanna try that again so I can actually hear you." Katie bit into her popsicle, causing Patton to cringe as he looked up from his own.

"I saved you from getting hit by a car." Roman climbed over the back of the couch to grab a box of tissues, thankful that Katie was helping keep Patton calm.

"That you did. Learnt my lesson to never try and impress others by wearing unfamiliar heels out in the streets."

Roman laughed as he jumped back onto the couch, "you always walk like a baby giraffe in heels."

Shooting Roman a look, Katie kept her voice calm for Patton. "And what happened on Roman's 17th birthday party?"

"I fixed the cake after the icing melted when the fridge broke down."

A smile spread across Patton's face at the memory of Jason freaking out in the kitchen and Katie screaming into the phone for an electrician. A warm arm wrapped around his shoulders as Roman settled back into a comfortable position; placing the tissue box between them, before leaning back to finish his popsicle. Breathing finally fully under control, Patton lent back and allowed himself to lean into Roman's hold.

"That was a really good cake too," Roman commented, before placing a kiss on to Patton's head; curls tickling his nose as he did so.

"It looked like unicorn vomit before Patton got to it," Katie mused, chewing the final remains of her popsicle. "and let's not forget what you did for Logan the other week."

"Oh, yeah," Roman laughed, wooden popsicle stick hanging from his mouth, "I'm sure Spec's was freaking out when he got to the lab and found his notebook missing. If you hadn't of recognised it on the footpath, who knows what would have happened."

Katie was glad to see the smile spreading to Patton's eyes as he continued to lick is now melting popsicle.

"Are you getting the picture, Patton?" pushing herself off the ground, Katie threw herself up onto the couch to sit on the other side of Patton. "One mistake can't outweigh all the good you do. You're a good person, Pat." "And don't you dare forget it again."

Patton turned his head to smile at the Reels siblings; their presence and kindness pushing his dark thoughts to the back of his mind. As much as he wished Logan was in the room with him too, Patton could live with that empty feeling for the moment; Katie and Roman were good substitutes for now.

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The drive started in silence. Virgil watched the streetlights reflect on the windscreen and listened intently to the smooth jazz Logan had on the radio.

“How old are you exactly, Virgil.” Logan’s voice was level and calm, “I recently turned 23 if that makes you feel more inclined to share.”

“Oh, um, 19 going on 20.” Virgil shifted in his seat slightly embarrassed, “I finished school a year later than most.”

“When I was 7, Patton was the new kid at my school. He became my best friend and we helped each other through everything the world threw at us. It was our Freshman year when Patton came out as gay and despite everything that happened, I was still proud to call him my friend.”

“What happened?” The words slipped out of Virgil’s mouth before he could register what he had said; thankfully Logan took it in his stride.

“People can be cruel sometimes, Virgil. They make assumptions and roll with them. Despite being in a relationship with a woman, rumours spread that I was Patton’s partner. I thought nothing of it until my parents confronted me and told me I needed to cut all ties with my friend to prove I wasn’t gay. They threw me out when I refused.”

Virgil clenched his fists and stared down at his feet in anger and sadness.

“Why would they do that if you weren’t gay? Why couldn’t they just believe you?”

“They had a reputation and they felt the rumours were damaging it. I moved in with Patton and his family after that. It was a dark time for me. I broke up with my girlfriend and buried myself in school, work and sports. I only saw Patton when I came home. I’m ashamed to say I avoided him at school to spare myself the ridicule.”

“That sucks.”

“It did, and for a while that was my life. School, work, sport, avoid Patton, repeat. Then Jason found me ... Um, outside of the local library.”

“Jason? Who’s that?”

Virgil realised he wasn’t being fair to their game, but he didn’t care. He needed to know.

“He was a junior. Top of his class for literature, but terrible in all other areas. He was the man to beat on the track. I’d watched him train many times but never had the courage to approach him. His confidence scared me.”

“That’s relatable.” Virgil chuckled to himself and then realised Logan was looking at him. “I mean-“

Now it was Logan’s turn to laugh as he returned his eyes to the road. “I know, Virgil. That is why you remind me of myself.”

The car slowed as Logan neared the address Virgil had given him.

“What do you mean I remind you of you?”

“Those were dark times for me. I didn’t want to be around anyone, and I certainly didn’t want to share my problems with anyone. Honestly, if my parents kicking me out hadn’t of been so public, I would have preferred to stay on the streets than accept Patton’s help. My feelings and troubles were my own and I wanted them to stay that way.”

Logan’s eyes remained straight ahead, despite pulling over outside a block of units. Virgil stared at the other, his mouth going dry.

“I didn’t want anyone’s help, but I needed it. When Jason... tumbled into my life it was weird, but he was just the person I needed to set me back onto the right path.” Logan turned and looked at Virgil, his eyes soft and void of the pity Virgil was sure would have been there. “Do correct me if I am wrong, but I think you are in a dark place too, Virgil. One similar, yet very different from my own. Jason helped me, and I will be forever grateful of his support. Should you need a guide to find your path again, I would be happy to provide the service.”

Silence filled the car, despite the engine running and the radio still humming away. Neither moved. Logan too scared to move in case he upset Virgil, and Virgil too stunned to move an inch. He was overwhelmed with emotions, ranging from fear, to sadness, to anger and he didn’t know how to process everything. Somehow, this stranger had spent a few moments with him and broken him down so perfectly. He was angry at himself for being so readable, and afraid of how the world had been perceiving him this whole time. Finally, the weight of it all crashed down, and Virgil was quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing out of the car.

Logan sighed, fearing the worst as he popped the boot to allow Virgil to retrieve his things. By the time he climbed out of the car, Virgil had his bags on, hood pulled low and was already walking up the street towards his former building.

Knowing it was best not to linger, Logan got back into his car and drove away. Virgil was thankful to watch the car lights disappear and turned away from the buildings to head in the direction of the library. Hot tears ran down his face, drying and cooling on his cheeks as he walked.

“I want help, Logan.” He whispered to the night, “but I’m too afraid to accept it from you.”

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End Note

Hi, my name is Snail and I finally finished this chapter *band music playing* I was stuck for a looong while, so I ended up writing a 'flashback' chapter that was really messing with me and then came back to the current story. I think I just needed to see a key event in words before I could keep moving on.

Also, I got an idea for another fic that people on Tumblr seem interested in. I'm not leaving this behind (EVER), but this other fic may be an outlet for when I need a break from real life and want to dive into fantasy. Having a fantasy WIP may also help me delete the random dark paths that I had for this fic. LAFM wasn't meant to be dark, just angsty relationship building, love and acceptance...with a few punches thrown in.

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Chapter 6 — Master List

What else have I done:

The Perfect Ring (oneshot - analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death)

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

The Shield to your Sword (WIP - A fantasy/magic au - Prinxiety (Royal Roman and orphan Virgil - they’ll admit to their love eventually), Virgil angst, non binary, healer Logan, *spoiler* Patton)

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles

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