#the princey bride

[dragonwritersblog]

I started this short bowuigi little mermaid au thing a few days ago as a little something to help me feel better cause my depression was basically being like ‘hey, wanna feel ten times worse than usual?’ It was to be a short little thing to self-indulge with, YET IT SOMEHOW IS OVER 5K WORDS, FUCKING HOW?!?!?!?!? Anyways, enjoy. (Edit, to the person who pointed out that Junior said Luigi's name before Bowser finds out, you're a real one and I just fixed it thanks xx).

In the surface land, Bowser is trying to get Princess Peach to marry him because he sees her as the ‘perfect bride’ for him to be happy but she’s not having it.

“Isn’t she lovely Kamek, her golden hair, the way she glides when she moves. Plus, she would be a perfect mother for Junior!”

“Sire, she threw a shoe at your head the last time you proposed to her.”

“…and?”

“Seriously Papa?”

Yeah, Kamek and Junior are starting to get sick of it.

Meanwhile, in the ocean, Mario and Luigi’s parents rule the seven seas. While Mario is more adventurous and outgoing, Luigi is more content to stay under the sea (you’re allowed to hate me for that terrible pun).

See, unlike Ariel, Luigi is deathly afraid of the surface land as he’s heard about all about the terrifying Bowser and what he’s willing to do to get what he wants to he wants to stay as far as possible from there.

“There’s nothing to be scared of Luigi, I’d be able to keep you safe if we were ever near the surface.”

“N-no way! W-what if B-Bowser’s there a-an-d-d gets mad a-at us f-or t-t-t-trespassing! I-I’ll be fine here with Ma and Pa.”

(Luigi also has long hair cause I’m a sucker for long-haired Luigi.)

Que King Boo, a ghostly underwater sea monster who wants to take over both the land and sea but isn’t powerful enough to do so. He knows that Luigi means a lot to his family, so he decides to pull a devious trick to distract them from their duties so he can take over the throne.

“Well, well, well, despite how much of a cowardly shrimp he is, this little prince could be of use to me.”

He uses Polterpup (a ghost sea-lion pup that is able to turn into a dog if he goes to the surface land) to distract Luigi, making him think that a dog had fallen into the sea and needs help. Luigi follows the sound of the distressed barking, hoping to help the innocent animal when suddenly, he’s captured by Boo’s minions and with the limited power that he has, he uses it to turn Luigi into a human to make him unable to return home. That way, while Luigi’s family will be looking for their son, he can try and take over the underwater kingdom and use that power to take over the surface land. Just to make sure that Luigi doesn’t tell anyone, King Boo steals Luigi’s voice and sends him to the edge of the Darklands.

“Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Try going home and telling your mommy and daddy about this one princey! Oh wait, you can’t!”

However, since King Boo’s powers are still weak there is a way that the spell can be reserved so he purposely neglects to tell Luigi that the spell can be broken with true love’s kiss.

Luigi is distraught and terrified, already afraid of the surface land and is now forced to live there with no way of being able to ask for help.

Feeling guilty, Polterpup decides to help Luigi get used to his human legs and brings him a rag from a ship to help make into some makeshift clothes.

Meanwhile, Bowser and Junior are minding their own business at the shore of the Darklands when suddenly, Junior sees an unfamiliar human struggling to stand on his own two feet.

“Look Dad! There’s a human, like Peach!”

He gets a bit over excited and runs from his dad to go see Luigi.

Luigi, still frightened and wary of surface creatures (and the fact that this is Bowser’s son! So, if the king sees him with Junior, he could burn him to a crisp!) he gets spooked easily by the child and fumbles his way onto a rock. Polterpup stands in front of Luigi to create some distance with the overzealous child. Eventually, Bowser makes his way over to see what all the fuss is about.

“Junior, what have I told you about running off?!”

“But look Papa, it’s another human! I’ve never seen another human before apart from Peach!”

Bowser suddenly notices Luigi, who ducks behind Polterpup, trying to hide as much of himself as he can.

Bowser is taken aback, like Junior, Peach is the only human he’s seen so he’s never had the chance to formally get to know another one. He sees that the human is a bit skittish, so he tries to be as unintimidating as possible.

“Uh, hey there, sorry about Junior, he has the tendency to get overexcited sometimes.”

“Hey!”

Luigi is still unsure; he’s only ever heard tales about how the king of the koopas was able to be rid of his enemies just with one swipe of his claw. So, seeing him up close makes him want to piss himself.

Bowser can see that the human is still nervous, though he’s a little bit offended, he can’t really blame the human for being scared.

“Did you, uh, get in a shipwreck? Cause I can see that the only thing you’re dressed in is a sail.”

Luigi finally peaks his head out and nods a little bit, wondering why the koopa hasn’t done anything to him yet. Junior is suddenly asking him a lot of questions.

“Woah, you got in a shipwreck?! That’s so cool! Was there tons of thunder and lightning?! Did your ship light on fire?! Your dog is so cool! Is he a ghost?!”

Startled again, Luigi nearly falls off the rock until Bowser catches him. Luigi suddenly starts trembling both from fear and the cold. The king notices this and tries to ask him if he’s alright to try and loosen the tension, but the human is silent.

“What’s wrong? Can’t talk or something?”

He says that sarcastically and laughs a little to try and make the human do so as well, but he takes one look in the human’s eyes and realises that he actually can’t.

“Oh, I see.”

Luigi is hugging himself at this point, wanting to run and hide but he was getting colder and colder by the minute. Bowser then decides to take the human back to the castle to get him warmed up and a little bit less scared.

“Don’t worry, Kamek and Kammy will know how to help you. You’ll be feeling better soon.”

That gets Luigi to look up at the king with curiosity as Bowser carries him back to the castle with Junior and Polterpup by his side. The great ferocious king was holding him ever so gently and promising to help him, he doesn’t know how to feel at this point.

As soon as Kamek and Kammy see Luigi shivering and drenched, they are instantly ‘grandparents mode activated. They take Luigi from Bowser and lead the human into bathroom, (Bowser totally didn’t want to carry him there) Kamek makes him tea and gives Luigi a few biscuits while Kammy is drawing a warm bubble bath for him.

“Here you are now, its not much but it will help fill and warm you up a little bit.”

Luigi has never tasted land food before; he finds it to be quite nice. He even enjoys the bath, letting the water heat him up and blowing on the bubbles. Kammy finds the site adorable.

“The poor thing, washing up from a shipwreck must’ve been so terrifying for you, especially if you heard about the reputation of the Darklands. Don’t worry, we just want to help you feel better and feel comfortable here.”

Kamek comes into the room holding a few dresses and suits, asking the human which one he’d like to wear for dinner. Although Luigi didn’t need to wear clothes as a mermaid, he does know that land creatures wear them all the time. He instantly chooses one of the dresses (because gender norms don’t exist, and Luigi is allowed to wear whatever the fuck he wants!)

Later, Kammy is helping Luigi get changed while Kamek, Junior and Bowser are in the dining room talking about Peach again.

“All I’m saying sire is that it might be due time to stop pursuing the princess. She had already disagreed to your other proposals, and I don’t see her agreeing any time soon.”

“I can’t just give up on her Kamek, Peach makes me feel things that I’ve never felt for anyone. I will marry her, one day.”

As if right on time, Kammy and Luigi are there, the former ushering in the shy man.

“Don’t be so nervous darling, you look lovely!”

Luigi then steps into the room, wearing a beautiful green dress (a green version of Ariel’s pink dress) with Polterpup by his side to keep him company.

Bowser is starstruck, he’s never seen a human look this beautiful before.

“Y-you look amazing.”

Luigi blushes, still nervous but the compliment gives him butterflies.

“Come sit next to me human!”

Junior takes his hand and leads him next to his seat, which happens to also be next to Bowser’s at the head of the table. To try and take his mind off the fact that he’s sitting next to Bowser, Luigi starts focusing on the plates and cutlery, he’s never really seen that many human artefacts before so it’s all so intriguing to him (expect when Mario brings back some from his adventures, but he doesn’t really know what they are either.)

Bowser becomes amused at Luigi’s curiosity for the simple objects he had, his appreciation for things that seem to be mundane gives him a swell of pride.

“I guess my silverware is kinda nice, isn’t it?”

Luigi immediately puts the fork don’t and hides under his hair, afraid that he might have disrespected the king, but Bowser is quick to reassure him that he doesn’t mind.

“It’s just that no one else I know is fascinated by these types of things, so its nice to see someone that it.”

Luigi peers out from his hair, a small smile forming from the king’s praise. Kamek picks up on the tension and decides to do some *matchmaking*.

 “Since our guest will be staying for a while, perhaps we should help him feel more comfortable with a tour of the kingdom…Bowser?”

“Papa, are you listening?”

Bowser breaks out of his trance, not even realising he was staring at the human. He couldn’t help it; he’s not seen that many and this one was just so fascinating.

“Ah, yes, a tour sounds great! If you would like one?”

Luigi thinks for a bit and nods. If he was wrong about the king, then maybe he was wrong about the kingdom and surface land and should give it a chance.

Kamek nods at that, pleased with his work. Kammy shoots him a thumbs up for his work.

Later, while Luigi is getting ready for bed, he watches Bowser with Junior as they play in the courtyard. Bowser notices him watching and waves at him. Embarrassed that he was caught, Luigi shyly waves back and backs away from the balcony. He’s wearing a cotton nightgown that Kammy had given him, as well as a glass of water from Kamek in case he gets thirsty during the night. This is also his first time laying in a bed, he’s never felt anything so soft in his life! He falls asleep as soon as he puts his head on the pillow, feeling a bit more hopeful after today.

Back in the ocean, Mario and his family are frantically searching for his brother, terrified that something bad happened to him. He decides to go to the surface land, specifically from the Mushroom Kingdom, and ask their princess for help and if he’s washed up there. It also helps that he’s heard so much about her kindness and beauty and…wake up Mario, focus on the mission at hand.

Back on the surface lands, Bowser takes Luigi on a tour of his kingdom, Polterpup by his feet through the all thing. At first, Luigi is still a bit unsure about the koopas, but soon he becomes a bit more curious. He goes up to some of the food stand giving away free sample and decides to try a little bit of fruit, it’s a bit tangy but still pretty good. He even sees a puppet show for the first time, not knowing how the little puppets are moving, he pulls one of a koopa’s hand, fascinated with how it works. A few koopa children then come up to him and ask to do his hair, having never seen another human before with his like his. He agrees and let the children tie up his hair in a French braid along with a few faux white flowers to go with the new dress he’s wearing. Bowser is watching from afar, his jaw dropping when Luigi’s hairstyle is revealed, his heart skipping a beat when Luigi does a twirl.

“Wow, you…you look beautiful greenie.”

Luigi blushes at the compliment.

The two suddenly hear music and see a few performers starting to play on their instruments as koopas, goombas and shy guys join in. Bowser takes Luigi’s hand and asks him to dance, the man nods his head, feeling a bit more at ease with the king now.

Soon the two join the crowd, laughing and having the time of their lives as they dance away to the music, Polterpup occasionally runs through some of the koopas legs.

When it ends, Bowser guides Luigi to a hidden river, the only place with water in the Darklands (apart from the shore). They share a little boat ride together as they share some of the food they bought at the market, while Polterpup takes a nap. Bowser then remembers that despite the time they shared together, he still doesn’t even know Luigi’s name.

“I feel terrible not knowing your name, and we don’t have anything that you can write with…Oh I know, how about I go down the alphabet and you pick out the letters of your name?”

Luigi nods and though it takes a while, the king manages to spell out his name.

“Luigi huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful human.”

Its Luigi’s turn for his heart to skip a beat. All his life he’d heard about the koopa kingdom and their dreaded king, now it turns out that he’s actually a gentleman who’s been showing him nothing but respect. Ever since this man washed up at his kingdom, Bowser has been feeling things that he’s never felt for anyone. Flustered, vulnerable and a need to protect and love. He’s never even felt this for Peach. The two start to lean in when their boat suddenly tips over, the two falling out. Bowser is quick to pick up Luigi, who begins to wring out his dress while Polterpup begins to shake his non-existent coat. As Bowser carries Luigi back as Polterpup floats beside them, the two fail to see two boos that were the ones who knocked over their boat.

Back in his lair, King Boo is seething!

“That blasted little shrimp! At this rate, these two will end up snogging all over the place and my plans will be ruined!”

He decides to go to his last resort, a mind control crown that he had hoped to use on one of the rulers to conquer the sea and surface, however this crown also held many of his other spells (including Luigi’s) and he wasn’t strong enough to use it more than once to use a spell as powerful as mind control. It was always extremely fragile, though he would still have some power, if it broke then all of his previous spells from over the years would be released, so he held it off for as long as he could, and it seems that now he has no other choice.

Meanwhile, Mario has finally arrived at the Mushroom Kingdom, hoping to find help with the princess. She’s just as beautiful in the rumours he’s heard about her. The princess is shocked to find an adorable red merman in a river near her palace, but she can’t deny his plea for help when he looked just so sweet.

“My brother, he’s gone missing! Is there any chance he’s been around here lately?”

“I’m sorry, you’re the only mer-person we’ve seen here. But don’t worry, we’ll keep a look out and help you find him!”

“Really?! Thank you, princess!”

“Y-you’re welcome.”

Back at the Darklands, Bowser is thinking about his new feelings for Luigi, not knowing if he should act on them since he didn’t want to betray his love for Peach. Kamek, fed up at this point, goes up to give Bowser his thoughts on the matter.

“If I may say sire, some people spend most of their time chasing after treasure on a map that leads them in circles, that they neglect that the diamond in the rough is right in front of them. Just a thought from a silly old koopa.”

As Kamek leaves, Bowser ponders over his surrogate father’s words. For years he’s yearned for Peach so the point that he became blinded by what he thought he wanted and put her on a pedestal. Now, there’s someone that doesn’t see him as a monster and might love him back. He makes his decision and starts to go to Luigi to tell him how he feels when he suddenly feels a weight on his head, and everything goes dark.

The next morning, Luigi wakes up feeling more refreshed and happier than he has since he first turned human. He’s been thinking all night about the maybe-kiss that he and Bowser were about to share and had been contemplating his feelings on the matter. He soon found himself realising that he would mind kissing Bowser, in fact, he would really like to kiss him and spend every day with him, Junior, Kammy and Kamek. Besides, there was nothing stopping him from travelling to see his brother and family, maybe it could all work out? He fell asleep last night with a smile on his face and butterflies in his stomach.

He’s about to run down the stairs to meet Bowser when he hides behind a pillar when he sees the king speaking with Kamek, wearing a strange crown.  

“Y-your highness, are you sure this is the best idea?”

“Peach castle is currently unprotected; it would be a good opportunity to strike and take her as my bride.”

“I see that, but after the last few days and our past with the Mushroom Kingdom, shouldn’t we think this through a little bit and-”

“-It has always been my intention to make Peach mine, no matter what and I won’t let anyone get in my way. Especially some scrawny human who washed up at my sure. Once the invasion is complete, the wedding will start immediately.”

“…very well sire.”

Luigi, heartbroken and betrayed, flees to his room, not knowing that King Boo was there the whole having used his ghostly-ness to remain invisible while controlling Bowser with the crown.

As Bowser takes off with his army and airship, Luigi stays behind at the port to cry as Polterpup tries to comfort him, having to face the truth that he was right in the first place, Bowser was just a heartless monster.

Junior is on the airship per his father’s orders to be at the wedding. He searches for his dad, wondering why he had the sudden change of heart about Luigi and his invasion. He creaks open the door to his father’s room when he sees King Boo in Bowser’s mirror, cackling to himself at the fact that his plans are nearly complete.

Realising his dad is being mind controlled by the strange ghost thing, he makes his way down to the clown cars and sneaks away in his own small one to get to Luigi as quickly as possible.

The Mushroom Kingdom is taken aback when Bowser suddenly arrives, not fully prepared for battle since he would usually leave some type of indication that he was coming, but here, he was just blasting through with every intention of not leaving until he gets what he wants. Mario wants to help but Peach tells him to stay hidden. Unable to just do nothing, Mario rushed as fast as he can to get back home to get his father.

As soon as Peach sees Bowser, there’s something different about his atmosphere, something way more menacing and demanding. As usual, he wants Peach to marry him, but this time he doesn’t ask.

“One way or another, you will marry me Peach and we’ll watch your kingdom turn to ash.”

“You’re not even going to bargain.”

“It’s not like you can do anything about it.”

A pit forms in Peach’s stomach, something’s wrong, very wrong.

Junior makes it back to, running to the sobbing man as fast as he can.

“Luigi! Luigi! There’s some weird ghost thing that was in my dad’s mirror! I think that’s why he’s attacking the Mushroom Kingdom so soon! What do we do?!”

Luigi’s eyes widen in horror. King Boo! He had to be behind all this. Without any second thoughts, Luigi climbs in Junior’s clown car, along with Polterpup, and the two head to the Mushroom Kingdom as fast as they can.

While Bowser/Boo is adamant about the wedding, the koopas there are a little less comfortable about it due to how strange and intimidating the king was acting. As the service starts, Peach pulls out an ice flower from her bouquet and attacks Bowser, she lands a few hits, but Bowser uses his fire to melt the ice. Peach keeps trying to fight though, at least to distract him while she thinks of a plan. The koopas also help, agreeing that their King was not himself and didn’t want anyone in the Mushroom Kingdom getting severely injured.

Luigi finally arrives with Junior, jumps out of the vehicle and lands on Bowser’s shoulders while he’s fighting Peach. Seeing a crown that wasn’t on Bowser’s head before, Luigi grabs it and smashes it to the ground, falling off Bowser’s shoulder from the impact of the throw.

Suddenly, Bowser sees himself at the Mushroom Kingdom, not knowing how he got there since the last place he remembered being was back home. Princess Peach and the koopas stop, sensing that Bowser’s atmosphere was back to normal as he looks towards Luigi.

“Luigi, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…wait…I can talk!”

“You can finally speak again!”

“My voice its back!”

“I don’t understand, what’s happening?”

“It’s King Boo, he-aahhh!”

Before he can get another word out, there’s a sharp pain in his legs. He fells his bones bending and breaking in the most painful way and King Boo suddenly appears, turning him back into a merman before he can get another word out. Luigi looks to Bowser, afraid of what he’ll think of the man once he realises what he really is. But Bowser is too wrapped up in shock of what its happening and worry for the man that he loves.

King Boo grabs Luigi and drags him back into the ocean, the latter screaming for Bowser as the koopa tries to grab him as Luigi is forced back into the water, Polterpup chasing after his new owner. The king turns to Princess Peach.

“Princess, I know this may be confusing, but I really need your help, please, I love him!”

“Don’t worry, I think I might know his brother and what’s going on.”

Back in the ocean, Luigi is struggling against King Boo, trying to escape his grasp but somehow, the ghost’s grip is tighter than he though. Polterpup tries to fight his old master but a few Boos that had been hiding easily grab him.

“Oh, don’t worry little shrimp, it ain’t you that I’m after.”

“KING BOO THAT IS ENOUGH!”

The pair stop when they see Luigi’s father, the King of the ocean along with Mario stop them in their path.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the red prince and the ruler of the seven seas.”

“Let my brother go!”

“No can do princey, precious little Lulu is all mine until you give me what I want.”

Luigi’s father growls at that.

“My son does not belong to you!”

He goes to use his magical trident, but a few boos grab Luigi and use some type of electricity on him, making the youngest prince scream out in pain.

“You see, the thing is your majesty, one wrong move and your precious little boy won’t be, how do I put this? Part of your world anymore.” (I am so sorry for that awful pun.)

The sea king was at a loss, he knew he would be putting everyone at risk by handing the trident and the throne to this made ghost but…he couldn’t lose his youngest son, from the corner of his eye, he could see Mario agree. He hands the trident over to King Boo, begging him not to hurt his son. With a mad gleam in his eye, he grabs the trident and lets Luigi go. To the green merman’s horror, the poltergeist points the artifact to his father and brother, watching in devastation as he turns them into dust.

With a strangled scream, he goes to attack King Boo, though surprised at Luigi’s reaction, manages to throw him to the ground. He’s about to use the trident on him when he suddenly feels something hit him. He looks up to see Bowser under the water, who had thrown a spear at him and raises the trident to him. In a moment of panic, Luigi grabs King Boo, making him point the trident at his boos instead and disintegrates them. Not wanting to witness King Boo’s anger, Luigi swims up to Bowser and guides him above the water, not witnessing the Boo’s fury with his new powers below him.

The koopa and merman reach the surface of the water, Bowser trying to reach out to Luigi.

“Bowser you have to go, now! Before King Boo gets you!”

“No, I’m not leaving you behind again!”

They feel a rumbling all around them. Suddenly, King Boo rises from the sea as a giant with the two on his head, cackling like a mad man. Bowser and Luigi jump back into the water, trying to escape until King Boo starts to form a whirlpool, separating them. Luigi falls into the whirlpool, landing at the bottom as Polterpup rushes over to him as King Boo taunts him.

Bowser is still paddling in the water, trying to get to Luigi when a ship comes up beside it. Inside was Princess Peach, some toads, koopas and Kamek. They throw a rope down to Bowser and help him up. Kamek looks to the king.

“I used my magic to help steer that boat but I’m barely holding on! I need you to guide the bowsprit and drive it into that mad boo!”

“But’s a ghost, he’s already dead!”

“I’ve managed to enchant so that I can trap him in this!”

Kamek holds up a pale purple gem, sparkling with some type of magic that the magikoopa used. Princess Peach then speaks up.

“I’m managing the sails while the toads and koopas are defending us! Bowser, are you able to guide the ship!”

“You can count on me Princess, take this as the beginning of a massive apology to you!”

Peach nods and everyone gets to work. King Boo is shooting at Luigi in the whirlpool, the merman trying to dodge as much as he can but knows that he is not strong enough to do anything. Enraged by what the Boo is doing to his love, Bowser drives the bowsprit into King Boo. The poltergeist screams with both pain and fear, knowing that if he can feel that then somehow, he has been defeated.

The seas calm down as the boo disappears into the gem. Bowser tries to look for Luigi, but the whirlpool is gone, and the merman is nowhere in sight. Kamek keeps him from jumping out as the princess guides the ship back to shore.

In the ocean, Luigi grabs the trident and rushes back over to where his father and brother were with Polterpup following him and sees the two have been returned to normal. Overjoyed, he hugs them both, all three of them crying now that Luigi is safe and home.

“I missed you so much Lu. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you went missing.”

“It’s okay Mario, I’m safe now, It’s okay.”

He gives the trident back to his father and the three mermen return home.

A few days later, Luigi is hiding behind a rock, Polterpup beside him as he watches Bowser from the shore of the Darklands, pining to see the merman again. Mario and his father watch from afar.

“You know, a while ago, Luigi would have fainted at the thought of going to the Darklands. Now, seeing how he looks at that koopa king, he’s gotten more braver than I ever imagined.”

“Peach told me that he jumped on Bowser’s shoulder’s just to get the crown off him.”

“Oh yes, how are you and that princess getting along?”

“Ah-I-wha-Dad!”

“I’m just teasing. Though, he hasn’t been truly himself since he came home.”

“I guess he left a part of himself since leaving the Darklands. After all, when you love someone, you give a piece of yourself to them, and in return, they grant you something even more freeing.”

“Then I guess there’s only one problem left.”

“And what’s that Dad?”

“…How much I’m going to miss him.” Mario raises an eyebrow in confusion for a moment before his father points his trident at Luigi.

Luigi feels a tingling sensation on his fins, looking down to see that there are no fins at all, his legs had returned! He turns to his father and brother, his smile beaming as the two nod to him.

Bowser is staring off into the distance, thinking about Luigi when he sees brown hair peeking out of the water. His heart stops when he sees Luigi emerging from the water in a sparkling green dress and his hair flowing in the wind. Bowser runs to him, picking him up and spinning him around in his arms and holds him as the two finally share a kiss.

A year later, the two are finally married on a giant ship, Luigi wearing a poofy wedding dress while Bowser is dressed in his finest suit. Luigi’s family and kingdom are watching from the ocean while toads and koopa finally come together as one. Princess Peach hugs Luigi, glad to have another human companion and blows a kiss to Mario in the ocean, who blushes at the gesture and waves back. Junior is also glad Luigi is back and is going to be his stepdad. He and Polterpup have also become close friends, the two playing together when they can. Kamek and Kammy are finally happy that Bowser has found love after all this time.

Mario asks his father to use to powers to lift him with the water to see his brother one more time. Luigi smiles softly and gives his brother a hug.

“Don’t cry big bro, I’ll see you after the honeymoon, you’re acting as if I’ll never see you again.”

“I’m sorry, its just, I’m so happy for you.”

“I love you, Mario.”

“I love you too Lu.”

He gives Bowser a menacing glare along the lines of ‘hurt my bro and I’ll end you’ before Peach comes over and kisses him on the cheek, making the red merman faint into the ocean. Luigi laughs at his brother’s antics as he waves goodbye to all the other mer-folk as the ship sails away to its next destination.

Bowser and Luigi give one another a soft look and share one more kiss.

The end.

You're allowed to yell at me for the shitty puns.

(Edit: also I love that you guys enjoyed it and you’re free to write something for this as it was only meant to be a drabble after having a bad day. As long as you credit and tag me, y’all can use this idea and write your own Bowuigi little mermaid fic ☺️)

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[moonshynecybin]

princess bride rosquez au you say....

omg yes deranged post incoming

hmm okay! so marc is like a farm boy/horse racer who falls HARD for charming fellow jockey/mild local celebrity valentino rossi until he dies tragically at sea at the hands of the evil dread pirate roberts. marc has to marry some nasty prince humperdinck in order to provide for his family but especially alex and is like. cartoonishly miserable about it… very pinched and wooden. frozen smile but brave face for alex... anyways he is out on one of his horse rides (the only time he doesn’t want to DIE.) and gets kidnapped by hmmm. see this is tough bc i think jorge/dani would make the most sense as the inigo montoya/fezzik role but the academy boys writ large would make me laugh the most as like a motley crew of unwitting ruffians. obvs not one-to-one so you decide!

anyways the dread pirate roberts (man with little earring and terrible sideburns. who could it be) comes after marc and rescues him (beats pecco, bezz, and cele’s ASS at swordplay all at once but is nice about it. coaching them on footwork lmaoo.) (max biaggi battle of wits poison goblet scene sorry to mr biaggi) but he’s is like. super pissy about marc’s decision to get married and stop riding. like kind of pointedly mean about it. VERY personal says some shit like i wonder if you were ever a fan of valentino rossi at all, if you gave it all up so easily, hmm?? anyways marc voice YOU MOCK MY PAIN. and then pushes vale down a hill. which is when he starts yelling AAAASS YOUUUU WISHHHH or some other cheeky inside joke equivalent and marc realizes he’s alive and throws himself down that hill after him zero hesitation.

but crucially!!!! i don’t think they reconcile instantly and perfectly like they do in the film. marc is really hurt vale didnt come back to him and vale is SAUR mad about marc “moving on.” like yes the mechanisms of the plot progress like they do in the movie with them risking it all for each other and marc getting sent back to humperdinck and being soooo despondent and vale breaking into the castle to rescue him (again, whichever mental image of pedrenzo or the academy boys with him you so choose here) but there’s a crazy undercurrent of tension that doesn’t get resolved until a bit later when they fuck NASTY with vale like. ripping marc’s light blue silk princey wedding outfit off of him and scattering his pretty jewels on the floor as he sucks on his tongue. and then they ride off into the sunset together :)

ALSO: the mental image of the academy boys/pedrenzo bringing vale’s post comical torture-machine dead body to a hermit miracle worker’s hut in the woods and it being casey stoner does just kill me. enea’s there the whole time he’s just vibing with his dog. cele has NO idea what’s going on.

#asks #motogp #callie speaks #rosquez

[sea-owl]

Random facts in the Iris Council that I'm not sure how to write out yet but will put them here.

The Iris Council is mainly made up of women that pose as Anthony's concubines, but there are a few men. Two of these men are the head of the gaurds of the Garden Palace and the Garden Palace's Apothocary.

The head gaurd keeps a list of those who disobey the king's orders of staying out of the Garden Palace and tries to manipulate the concubines. They never make it inside, but Anthony knows who is trying to make power grabs.

The Garden Palace's Apothocary is the one who created the tea that works as a temporary chemical castration.

Anthony uses his reputation as a rake / manwhore to make sure he always has the advisor he needs in the meeting with him. While the court thinks the concubine is giggling the king's ear in reality, she's whispering advice.

Simon, Anthony's best friend, has his suspicions about the concubines. He thinks there is more to them than what Anthony claims, but he can't figure out what.

Sophie and Penelope have a bet going on when Anthony and Kate will fall into bed together.

Technically, concubines can be used as peace offerings and "rewards" so long as she is not pregnant. But due to a part of the Iris Council using the Garden Palace as a secret safe haven for some women, and Anthony's protective streak, it's a long process that most importantly requires the concubine's consent.

Anthony, while not against being a rake, is against himself fathering any children whose mother is not his queen. He secretly takes a special tea that basically does what a vasectomy does. Once he finds the perfect candidate for his queen, he'll stop taking the tea.

Part of the reason Violet greatly dislikes the concubines is that it's not the future she envisioned for her son and she remembers the stories and politics of the previous concubines from her father in-law.

Edmund and his siblings Billie, Georgie, and Hugo were all children of his father's high-ranking concubines and the only ones to survive to adulthood. They have memories of the rivalries and politics of the concubines. Baby swaps, attempted poisonings. Amd more often than not the mothers would encourage the children to fight with one another. Edmund and his siblings managed to become close despite this.

Edmund's mother was the one who ended up becoming queen.

The mother of Edmund's cousin Poppy was a concubine to their father, but she was given to his brother as a bride. Due to how close Poppy's birth was, many wondered if the mother was in the early stages of pregnancy when she was married off.

Benedict gonna go through a whole crisis at some point. He goes to the Garden Palace to fetch Anthony after Anthony accidentally stayed the night after visiting a certain someone. He gets pointed in the direction of Sophie's Peonie Pavilion as the last place Anthony was seen in. His banging wakes Sophie up, who is not pleased. She had a long night of going over those damn budgets after Anthony left. What do you want, princey?! Oops Benedict fell in love.

Penelope gets sent on a diplomatic mission with Colin to another country. Officially and to Colin's knowledge, she was sent to keep Colin company on the long journey. Unofficially, Anthony wants Penelope to spy and report back. Something about this potential ally doesn't sit right with either of them. Things get a little complicated when the hosts assume to give them only one room. This leads to Colin waking up when Penelope sneaks out to go do spy business without her normal mask, and he follows her. Wait, Penelope, is that you?!

After the first time Anthony and Kate spend the night with one another, Sophie and Penelope accidentally walk in on them. Kate was late for a meeting, and it wasn't all that uncommon for them to pop into the other's pavilions. Nothing gets done that day after. Sophie and Penelope tease Kate relentlessly.

#bridgerton #iris council #the iris council #kathony #benophie #polin #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #sophie beckett #penelope featherington

[impatentpending]

I just want to say 1. You are amazing at writing and I loved the princey bride it’s so good so as long as you enjoy it keep at it cause you’re an awesome writer and 2. ( in reference to the cliffhanger with said princey bride) HOW DARE YOU????

Thank you so much!

and very easily, I’m quite evil >:)

#asks #sunflowerblondeuwu #the princey bride

[fandomfic-recs]

The Princey Bride

Author: patentpending

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Chapters: 6/8

Word count: 36,241

Summary

After the love of his life is kidnapped and murdered by pirates, Roman Santiago, the most beautiful being in five hundred years, finds himself unhappily engaged to Prince Remy. The engagement is quickly thrown off-course, however, when he gets kidnapped by a trope of criminals, all the while being pursued by a strangely familiar man in black.

#not my fic #whump #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #the princey bride #incomplete

[r-r-raf]

The Princess Bride but it's. Moceit

#Raf's rambles #listen #I know nothing will ever live up to #impatenpending's The Princey Bride #but Janus as Westley #is GOOD #and no one can change my mind

[nyarsenic]

So @jynxlovesluck personally requested some art for their princess bride au!!!! And boy do i love some princey bride....

Also consistency doesnt exist

#sanders sides #my art #tsart #princey bride #nyanswers #what a wonderful jynx

[marksandrec]

Marksandrec’s Super Dooper Popcorn Party #480

(How Anxiety met the gang. :p) (Dialogue from The Princess Bride.)

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #anxiety sander #logic sanders #princey sanders #morality sanders #incorrect quotes #super dooper popcorn party #film: the princess bride #vid: accepting anxiety part 2/2 can anxiety be good? #vid: my personality q and a #vid: my negative thinking

[nitewrighter]

Cindy Part 7

Again, to read other chapters, please refer to the masterpost.

Oh hey look Cindy’s back! And Guard Captain Brad’s there, too! Wonder what’s gonna happen?

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Cindy’s in the market. She likes being in the market more than she’s willing to admit, because it gets her away from the house, and again… the house is all she has left of her parents, so it’s kind of guilty feeling good being away from the house, but the market’s hitting a little different today. After that night, after that taste of freedom, after that sobbing, agonizing realization that her home hasn’t been her home in so long, she likes the smell of the market air more. She’s contentedly swaying like kelp to accommodate the press of the crowd around her. She’s still humming the music she and the prince danced to, goddammit, and she’s running all the decidedly un-glamorous errands the stepfam aren’t willing to do. The stepfam doesn’t like how the soap maker’s hands are all fucked up from years of lye exposure, so Cindy gets the soap. The stepfam doesn’t like how the fishmonger smells, so Cindy gets the fish. The stepfam doesn’t like how the cheesemonger infodumps about goat social hierarchies and tyrosine crystals, so Cindy gets the cheese. The stepfam doesn’t like the tinkerer’s glass eye, so Cindy goes to the tinkerer whenever tinkering needs to be done. She’s always considered them all very pleasant people, oh but today they’re vibing even more. She is walking on air, this girl is still high on the afterglow of the ball. The cheesemonger is in the middle of a fascinating lecture on the impacts of goat diets on cheese fermentation rates when all of a sudden a loud bell rings.

“An announcement from the crown! An announcement from the crown!” The town crier is parading into the market square with a burly guard at one shoulder and a bookish valet clearly from the castle at the other.

The thrum of the market dies down with the ringing of the bell as the town crier hops on the border wall of the fountain, still ringing his bell.

“Hear ye, hear ye! In this, the year of our lord seventeen-or-eighteen-something-something, in our most proud nation of—” The town crier cough-sneezed hard into his elbow, “I bear a message from our most beloved king!”

Cinderella, along with literally everyone else in the market, perks up and moseys towards the crier.

“The prince has found his intended bride!” The crier announces and an excited titter goes through the crowd. Cinderella’s heart sinks a little. Well… whoever she is, I hope she’s nice, she thinks a bit sadly. And like… this is where we get depressing again because like… she likes the prince. Oh boy does she like the prince. By all definitions, she probably loves this guy, because he’s funny and clever and kind and an amazing listener and he talks so passionately about horses and whatever he’s reading and goddamn, he can dance, but ‘love’ is a dangerous thing for her, just like ‘hope’ is a dangerous thing for her. So she’s thinking, ‘Well there was probably a girl from a very politically advantageous family at the ball and probably the matchmaking thing was a whole formality that’s supposed to make whatever this pairing is seem more legit.’ Sure it’s pageantry, but it’s pretty solid pageantry. But the town crier goes on.

“However,” the town crier declares, “Before we were able to identify the young lady in question, she fled the premises!”

‘Oh, hey, I did that, too,’ thinks Cindy. Maybe politically advantageous girl was in a hurry? She’s probably very busy, what with being politically advantageous and all. Even if Cindy felt she really connected with Princey Boy, she’s not… super-strong in the self-esteem department. Y’know, years of being treated like shit will do that to you. So she assumes there has to be someone way cooler who totally has their shit more together and that’s definitely the Prince’s intended bride.

“But not before she left her shoe!” The town crier adds dramatically, “Thus it is declared: Whosoever fits the shoe in question, is the Prince’s intended bride!”

And this is where an abrupt sensation of of ‘Oh shit,’ flares through Cinderella’s body. Because leaving a party early, even abruptly, that’s not that unique, but leaving your shoe? She’s pretty sure that’s not something that would happen twice in one night. A questioning murmur ripples through the crowd. Shoes? Why on earth would the prince only be able to recognize his supposed bride by shoes?

“Fitting shoes… feh!” One villager scoffs next to Cindy and distracts her from her rising panic. He wipes under his nose with his thumb, “Back in my day, you stacked up 20 feather mattresses and stuck a pea somewhere in there and you let a girl sleep on it. If she woke up with bruises, you knew she was a princess. Hemophilia, don’t you know.”

“Hemophilia?” Cinderella stoops a little to hear him more clearly.

“Oh yes, hemophilia. All the royals have it. Bruise like pears, they do.”

“Huh…” Cinderella’s eyes scrunch a little, because she knows the prince mentioned wrestling a couple times when they were hanging out and talking, and that doesn’t seem like a very hemophilia-friendly sport, but then again, maybe this complete rando is an expert on the crown (go easy on her she doesn’t get out all that much). But then she draws herself back up straight as the town crier continues speaking.

“I will now present an artist’s representation of the shoe!” The crier announces, and the king’s valet next to him opens a scroll to reveal a detailed ink drawing of a crystalline shoe. A glass shoe. Her shoe.

The crowd ‘oohs’ at the shoe, because, you know Cindy was right to love the slippers as much as she did, and she was right to ask to make them the only permanent thing about the outfit, because they are fucking beautiful.

‘Oh,’ Cinderella thinks, looking at the drawing, ‘Well isn’t that something.’

And she just… fucking blacks out.

I passed out at the Dickens Fair a couple of years back and like, I was overheating and dehydrated and on my feet for too long, BUT MY POINT IS, even if everyone around you is wearing cute silly period outfits, passing out in public is still embarrassing as fuck.

“Miss? Miss! Miss, are you all right?” The voice comes in muffled in Cinderella’s ears and she flinches hard, throwing up her forearms over her face in a flinch. But a hand is feeling at the back of her head. Gentle pads of the fingers even gently pressing beneath her low bun to feel at the scalp. “Are you concussed?”

“People keep asking me that…” Cindy says distantly, eyes blinking out the sunlight and forearms still crossed. Squinting, she slowly lowers her arms and realizes there’s a hand on her back, propping her upper torso up off of the cobblestones. Her lashes flutter and she realizes the guard who had been standing near the crier is stooped over her, holding her. Several nearby ladies are tittering excitedly because holy shit this guy is a beefcake. Her shoulders bunch up. “Ah…”

“It doesn’t seem like you hit your head too hard…” Brad murmurs.

“I’m fine!” Cindy blurts out. Like she recognizes this guy from the ball (I mean he’s a big guy, he’s kind of hard to miss) and she knows the Fairy Godmother told her a memory charm was stitched into the dress but holy fuck she doesn’t know what’s going to happen if he recognizes her! Like yeah Fairy Godmother said she’d be a white fog but now also the shoe is in royal custody!! What does that mean?? Is she recognizable if she’s seen the shoe after the spell is broken? God, she should have been writing more stuff down the night of the ball.

“You sure?” Brad’s eyebrows raise.

“Mm-hm!” Cindy gives a tight-lipped nod.

“Welp,” Brad rises to his feet, pretty much picking Cinderella up by her shoulders and pulling her upright along with him. Her body goes completely rigid at the combination of physical contact and movement, there’s a brief second where Cindy’s feeling her feet dangle underneath her because holy shit this guy is huge, before he plants her on her feet like one might stick a surfboard upright in the sand at the beach. She wobbles for a second but quickly straightens up. “Er… thank you, sir…?”

“Guard Captain Brad Bradstone, miss,” he gives a shallow bow, “And it was nothing. I am sworn to protect all subjects of the kingdom.” In his bow he notices all of the soot physical contact with her has smeared all over his uniform. It’s all over his sleeves and there’s a significant gray smudge across his torso.

“Oh!” Cindy’s hands go over her mouth, “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine, miss,” says Brad, first instinctively moving to brush it off, but deciding not to bother upon seeing his hand now smeared with ash and soot, “And may I just say, I think what you’re doing is very brave.”

“B-brave?”

“It takes a lot of guts for a lady to break into a male-dominated work field like chimney sweeping, and you can bet you have the crown’s support in your endeavor,” says Brad, thumping his fist to his chest in a salute.

“Ah..” Cindy slumps a little, “Yes. Chimney sweeping.” She clears her throat, “Again, I’m sorry for causing such a fuss.”

“Eh, you’re not the first swooner, and you probably won’t be the last,” Brad shrugs, “Really commendable recovery time, though.”

“…so the prince really wants to marry the girl who left the shoe?” Cinderella fidgets with her fingers a little.

“Well, to be honest, all the ‘bride’ talk is embellishment from the king, but the prince did call her the love of his life,” Brad is preoccupied with trying to brush off all the soot on his uniform in a way that doesn’t make it spread more. It’s not working out too well.

“The love of his life?” Cinderella’s breath falls hushed and trails after him as Brad paces away. She quickly shimmies up behind him.

“Mm-hmm,” Brad rinses his sooty hands off in the fountain and then moves to wipe off his sleeve and—oh fuck that made it worse.

“Does he… talk about her?” Cinderella tilts her head.

“Talk about her?” Brad scoffs, and then leans close to Cinderella in a conspiratorial whisper, “He doesn’t shut up about her! Between you and me? He’s a complete wreck.”

“A complete wreck?!” Cindy’s hands clasp over her heart.

“Oh god yeah, he’s barely eating, he’s waking me up at odd hours with new conspiracy theories about what this girl’s whole deal is, and—“ Brad catches himself, “I apologize, miss, I shouldn’t be talking about this. It’s not appropriate. I would ask for your discretion on everything I’ve just said.”

“Of course!” Cinderella salutes, and then doesn’t really know why she saluted. This guy feels like someone you should salute at.

“It was deeply unprofessional of me,” Brad murmurs.

“It’s fine. It... sounds like a very stressful situation,” Cinderella folds her arms.

“Oh if only you knew,” Brad chuckles a little. He clicks his tongue. “look, you seem very nice, and I’d love to talk more but—”

“Brad!” A call comes across the market square and both Brad and Cindy glance up to see Gabe the valet giving a pointed glance to his fancy little agenda journal before glancing sharply back at Brad.

“…as I was saying,” said Brad, “We’ve got like… 10 more villages to hit up with this announcement today, so I can’t stay.  But—hey—would you keep an eye out for me?”

“For what?” Cindy perks up.

“Just… anything suspicious. The prince may be all lovestruck, but if you ask me? There’s a lot of fishiness about this ‘mystery bride of the prince.’”

Cinderella stiffens a little. “I see…”

“I mean, no one being able to remember a single identifying feature of her? At one of the biggest parties of the year? And then rushing off as fast as she can? There’s something wrong there, don’t you think?”

“I… Um…” Cinderella is fidgeting again.

“Brad!” Gabe the Valet calls again.

“I gotta go,” Brad shrugs and then hits her with a quick finger-gun, “Best of luck with your chimney sweeping, miss.”

“…thank…you…” Cinderella says blankly as Brad rushes off.

#Cinderella #Cindy: *makes squeaky toy noise when she's picked up*

[bokuroskitten]

𝔉𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫

𖤐 Prince Kuroo x Fem!Reader

𖤐 Warnings: technically childhood friends to lovers, forbidden lovers, it seems angsty but there's a happy ending. (cause ya girl can’t do angst)

𖤐 Authors Note: hi hi! This is very different from what I normally post! But honestly I really enjoyed doing it! And I think it came out pretty okay 🥺 also I had to mention bokuto cause I can’t have kuroo without Bo hehe <33 this piece is for @introloves once upon a time collab! Thank you so much for hosting lovely!

𖤐 although this piece is SFW, minors you’re not welcome here :):)

The princess that Kuroo was betrothed to wasn’t all that bad.

She had a pretty face, although Kuroo believed she’d be a little prettier if she wasn’t scowling all the time. She tended to only smile when the two of them made public appearances around the kingdom, eyes alight for commoners waving at them on the horse and buggy only to dim as soon as they entered the castle gates. He never understood why she looked at her compact mirror so much, doing it so much she almost forgot he was present sometimes, only coming to acknowledge him with a little nod when she snapped the golden compact shut. He really tried to get to know her better, all the jokes he seemed to tell only made her look more bewildered, brows furrowing up before she’d speak. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”

Sure she wasn’t bad

But she certainly wasn’t you

You, the maiden that lived on the outskirts of the palace in a small wooden cabin, passed down by generations of flower farmers. You, the one he had met as a mere boy, lost and teary-eyed when he couldn’t find his way back to the castle. He had been fearful of you at first, considering you were covered in a layer of mud, small little wildflowers sticking from your hair. He had been convinced you were a forest creature, ready to drag him off into the woods.

But the sweet sound of your giggling had calmed him, tears drying on his cheeks when you placed a flower behind his ear. “I’ll help you get home, Princey~”

The two of you had been friends ever since. He had discovered your father owned the flower shop in the town, that your family had fields of flowers growing that seemed endless. He had never brought you back to the castle, a strict rule of thumb, but he always managed to make his way back to you.

And every time you seemed to be in that field, flowers sticking and staring up towards you as if you were the sun itself.

It was later than most evenings when Kuroo’s soon-to-be bride finally was taken home for the evening. The wedding was in a week’s time and the whole kingdom seemed to be rattling with excitement over the celebration. The joining of two kingdoms was exciting of course,

Exciting for everyone but Kuroo, who felt his heart jump a little in his chest when he spotted you out in the field, the dim light of dusk outlining your features just enough for Kuroo to make you out.

That unfamiliar thump in his chest grew harder when he approached, smiling curling onto his features when he noticed you weaving the stems of flowers he didn’t recognize into a circular halo.

“Is it a hat?” Kuroo questioned as he sat down beside you, right on the dirt as if his tapered pants weren’t worth more than your whole plot of land. You had to giggle, tying off one of the stems with delicate fingers before adding in another flower.

“A flower crown, actually.” You hummed, fingers only pausing a moment to adjust one of the bright red roses, making sure its petals didn’t wilt or squish. “The women in your wedding will be wearing them– what are they called again?”

“Bridesmaids…” Kuroo spoke softly as he watched you hold up the completed crown. Red roses and white daffodils sat perfectly aligned, contrasting one another from bold to soft, angelic…

“They do seem like maids, don’t they? Following your snooty bride around and doing her bidding.” Kuroo laughed at the remark, laughed even harder when you nudged his shoulder with your own, plucking a few remaining thorns from the rose stems. Around you, he was allowed to let out his natural laugh.

The one that was a bit obnoxious and echoed out in the open, not the prim, proper, civilized chuckle he had to use within the castle walls.

“You’re supposed to defend your bride to be, Princey”

“I know, apologies, I can contest, she can be quite the handful.”

“And you’ll still marry her?” You ask, pressing your finger into the tip of one of the thorns despite knowing the outcome. Sure enough, a little bead of crimson formed on the tip of your index finger.

“Well, of course, it’s my duty.” His heart ached this time, the flutter from before turning into a dull thud as he watched you carefully smudge the blood off on your apron.

“Of course…” You repeated after him, that same small smile never leaving as you sat up on your knees, scooting a bit until you were right before him.

You're gentle as you place the crown on his head, allowing pieces of his unruly black hair to slip through the vines and petals. Kuroo brings his hand up as well, fingertips momentarily brushing over your own—

The sparks were wonderful

Before he smoothed them over the soft petals of one of the roses.

“Do I look like a bride?” Kuroo jokes, making that sweet giggle of yours slip past your lips. To this day, it’s still the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, a sweet little melody that will always be stuck in his head.

“Well, of course, a very pretty one at that, Princey”

You were back beside him now, starting another crown with the flowers piled beside you. Kuroo enjoyed this comfortable silence that came over the two of you, he enjoyed watching your nimble fingers weave the vines even if they were a little dirty, he enjoyed—

“May I tell you something?” You looked up to him, the light of the rising moon starting to reflect off your eyes.

“A secret? How exciting.”

“Well, it won’t be a secret, not for long.”

Kuroo found himself smiling again. Was he the first person you were telling this little secret to?

“Well go on, do tell.”

“I’ve actually been betrothed.”

Although your fingers kept weaving, the crickets kept chirping, Kuroo’s world seemed to still, pause right on its axis.

Along with his heart, that seemed to come to a slow, painfully slow stop in his chest, breath held tightly in his rib cage.

The silence seemed to carry on for decades, that is until you spoke again. “My father says that simply owning a flower shop for the rest of our days isn’t enough to survive, not as the world around us keeps progressing. He wants to expand into blacksmithing, claims that is where the future is, so he’s married me off to the Bokuto family, to the eldest knight, I would assume you know—“

You continued to ramble, something Kuroo realized you did when you felt awkward or afraid. He knew exactly who Koutarou Bokuto was, a family friend, a royal knight, with a buff chest and a big dumb smile that usually had common girls swooning—

Did you swoon over him?

“Well? Are you going to say anything?”

Finally, Kuroo was brought back to the physical realm, his eyes snapping to yours. You looked worried, brows furrowed more than usual, hands seeming to fumble with the flowers, the things you knew and loved more than anything.

“I’m— well, I’m sure the… arrangement will be great for your family—“

“I don’t have a duty, Tetsuro.” That stunned him silent again, amber eyes fluttering as he tried to process what you were telling him.

“I—I beg your pardon?”

“I don’t have a duty to marry Tetsuro. Sure, my father may think that but— and Koutarou is a nice man, but— that’s not my duty.”

Oh.

The way you were staring at him was making his heart pick back up, but not how it was before. This time his muscle seemed to be at war, raging up against his rib cage, painfully slamming into the bones to get him to think.

Do anything, say anything.

His fingers went back to brush the flowers that still sat on his head, this time trailing over the daffodils. Bright, innocent, beautiful…

“Did you know that daffodils allow for new beginnings?” Kuroo thought you were going to babble again, to fill the space that he couldn’t seem to fill. “It’s true, they represent rebirth, new adventures…”

You were on your hunches again, closer to him. Kuroo could have sworn he could feel your breath along his cheeks, felt how it stuttered, slipped out between the smallest hiccups.

Another thing you did when you were nervous.

Your fingers found his again, over the delicate flower, and your skin was trembling.

Aching, for something, anything.

“I wouldn’t mind… a new beginning…” you’re murmuring, and although the sun had fully set, the moon still reflected off the glassy tears that coated your usual bright eyes.

His muscles felt tense, each joint in his finger trying to rebel against him as he slowly took your trembling hand into his own.

Kuroo Tetsuro was a good prince, he was. He loved his family, loved his people, hell a few hours earlier he even believed that he’d eventually love his bride to be.

But there was one thing he was never able to overcome, never able to say no to despite it going against the wishes of his royal blood.

And that was you.

It always seemed to be you.

His heart led him to kiss you, it pushed aside his right mind and pressed his body into yours. Your lips were just as soft as they looked, tasted like honey and the sweet oranges that grew along the outskirts of the kingdom. He pulled away when you let out what sounded like a whimper, his other palm coming to cup your cheek, afraid to feel the tears that might be searing your soft skin.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, gentle, soft enough just for your ears to hear as his thumb swiped under your eye.

“Y-Your duty…” you were stuttering now, quivering like a leaf barely able to hold onto its branch. “A-Are you still going to fulfill your duty, Princey? B-Because if you are, p-please— please don’t do this…”

“Do what?”

“Make me believe you want a new beginning too.”

He slipped his hands away from you, making a chill run all the way into your spine. The distance between the two of you suddenly seemed like miles, and your brain started to run, sprint even.

Surely Koutarou could love you, surely he could mend a broken heart, give you a good life—

The flower crown was placed onto your head now, bringing your eyes back up to his, allowing the rest of your tears to spill from your fluttering lashes. He made sure it sat just right, fingers gentle as he admired the reds and whites in your hair.

“I’ve come to like these flowers, daffodils, you called them…” His smile was coming back as he helped you to your feet. You clung to him, nails curling into the delicate fabric of his tunic, wrinkling it and certainly dirtying it.

And yet he stood so still, firm, one hand still held to yours tightly. Never releasing. Never letting go.

“Would you mind wearing a crown just like this…” his face was close to yours again, and this time you filled the gap, lips pressing to his in a couple of soft, gentle embraces.

Funny enough, Kuroo had packed a small bag before he left to see you. He had done it without really thinking about it, something his gut was seemingly pushing him to do so he did it. A bag that contained not much, but maybe just enough for a new beginning.

“Would you mind wearing a crown just like this, when we get married?"

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[random-sanders]

An idea me and my girlfriend had a while ago: Corpse Bride AU

Virgil is Victor, Patton is Emily, and Logan is Victoria. We made Roman the villan, Barkis, whoa.

I also am giving thought to everyone else, like Joan being the ever cool Bonejangles. Anyone wanna add to it?

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Nightmare Room

Authors note: Inspired by @sleepyvirgilprompts this post

Warning(s): Nightmares, cursing/language, slight unsympathetic Patton, Logan, and Roman in flashbacks (before Virgil was accepted), some angst

Ship(s): Platonic/romantic prinxiety (you decide)

Authors note: The flashbacks (italics) take place right after Virgil moved in with the light sides, so no one knows his name and he goes by 'Anxiety.' Present time (normal text) takes place after he's been accepted and told them his name.

- 3/17/21

*Virgil/Anxiety's pov*

I hate my fucking room. Well, I actually love it up until I have to sleep, then I hate it. See the thing is, my room just happens to have this really amazing feature that causes horrible nightmares. Every. Single. Night. You can't escape it. I mean, you can just not sleep ever but that's pretty much impossible.

See, my room back with the dark sides didn't do this, but it did some other really bad things that I'm thankful I don't have to experience anymore. I would rather just have nightmares than all that other stuff. Ugh, it gives me shivers just thinking about it.

Now, after I first moved in I believed that my room had changed. Once I started getting nightmares every night I brushed it off as them just occurring because I'm Anxiety, but that changed when I fell asleep in the commons one night.

-Flashback-

I'd gotten woken up by Patton at around 7:30 am. "Hey kiddo, don't you think it would be better if you slept in your room?" He questioned, sitting beside me as I sat up and started to wake up.

"U-uh yeah I g-guess so," I stuttered out, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment that I'd accidentally fallen asleep on the couch. "It was an accident, I swear I didn't mean to. I was on my phone and I must've fallen asleep, sorry. I'll go up to my room," I stood up, grabbing my phone from the floor where it must've fallen, and walked over to the stairs.

"It's alright kiddo!" Patton flashed a smile at me that wasn't completely honest, but I sent him a small one back in return so he didn't get angry or sad or anything. I can tell they all don't like it when I'm down there so of course, they wouldn't like me sleeping down there.

Once in my room, I realized that I hadn't had a nightmare, making me very confused. Every other night I had one so why didn't I last night? Then I connected the dots. Every time I fell asleep in my room I get a nightmare. I fell asleep on the couch last night and didn't have one, meaning, my room makes you have nightmares. Great.

-Present time-

Since I figured out about my room I've attempted to fall asleep in the commons multiple times. Sometimes I was successful about sleeping down there the whole night until someone woke me up and gave me shit about being down there.

-Yet another flashback around the same time period as the other-

One night I decided that I'd try to sleep in the common room. I'd carefully waited until I was sure that everyone else had gone to their rooms and fallen asleep. After I was sure of that I grabbed a blanket from my bed and quietly snuck downstairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. I laid down on the couch, snuggling up in the blanket, and fell asleep shortly thereafter.

—

I was rudely woken up by Roman standing over me and shaking me back and forth. I slapped his hands away and stretched.

"What?" I asked, morning delusion clear.

Roman scoffed, "What do you mean what? You were asleep on the couch when we came down this morning!" I looked at him, confusion clear on my face, not quite picking up on the memo that he didn't want me downstairs.

"So what?" I asked, wanting to know what his issue was. He scoffed yet again, putting his hand on his hip dramatically.

"You sleep in your room. That's why it's there. You don't sleep down here on the couch! Plus, I'm sure your room is way more comfortable than this couch," Roman motioned to the couch and he wasn't even trying to cover up the annoyance in his voice. If only he knew.

Logan looked up from his book where he was sat on one of the chairs and stated, "Roman's right. Your room would be a much more comfortable resting place than the couch. Sleeping in your room would also decrease the amount that you influence Thomas."

Ouch, that last part stung. My eyes widened slightly in the realization of what they were trying to tell me. 'Go away Anxiety, we don't want you around.'

I hesitated on telling them about my room but I knew it wouldn't do any good as they didn't care one bit. I switched my eyes between Roman, Logan, and then Patton who was in the kitchen, looking out and obviously hearing our conversation.

Sighing, I stretched once more before saying, "Sorry, I'll leave," I got up and grabbed my blanket, and made my way to the stairs. All three of them watched me in silence as I trudged up the stairs to my room, holding my head down and the blanket close to my chest the whole time.

-Present time-

*Roman's pov*

I walk downstairs and see the emo sat on the couch, scrolling through something on his phone. Looking around I see that no one else is down here.

"Good evening, Virgil," I say before walking into the kitchen. I hear a muffled reply and I see him flop down on his side, attention still attached to his phone. I get a snack and open it, starting to eat when I get an idea.

Walking back into the living room I state my suggestion, "Hey, V?" He looks up from his phone and shoots me a questioning eyebrow. "Do you wanna watch some Disney movies with me?"

Virgil thinks about it for a second, turning off his phone and sit up, placing his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands. "Only if we can watch Tim Burton movies too." I let out a sigh, although giving away that I don't actually care what movie we watch with my smile.

I walk towards Virgil until I'm standing exactly in front of him before pulling him off the couch, and he lets out a squeak in surprise. "W-what are you doing, Princey?" He asks as I drag him upstairs, practically carrying him. I don't answer but instead, open the door to his room and close it with my foot before walking over to where all of his movies are.

Virgil just stands there for a second before going to sit on his bed. "What do we start with?" I ask, turning to face him from where I'm crouched by his shelves holding his movies. He had propped up some pillows behind him, leaning back against them with one leg up and the other lying down. He just shrugs so I decide myself, "Corpse Bride it is then," I state as I grab the movie, put it in the blue-ray player, grab the remote, and lay down next to Virgil on his bed.

We get comfortable, pillows behind us and only one of his bedside lamps on. The movie plays through, and I have to admit, it's really cute watching him get all excited and happy. He's adorable. Virgil lets me pick the next movie, I can only assume because he gave me another shrug as an answer. I picked Brave and didn't hesitate to sing along to some of the songs dramatically, causing Virgil to giggle and I could tell he was trying to hide his blush with his hands.

Next thing I know we've watched four movies and it's inching towards midnight. I can tell that Virgil's getting sleepy by his eyes drooping, and I can't blame him, I'm quite tired myself. I didn't notice that he fell asleep until Cinderella was almost over. He had gone lax against his black comforter, and he just looks so cute when he's sleeping I couldn't help myself from staring with a small smile on my face.

The movie ends a few minutes later and I don't notice until I hear the end credits rolling. I walk back over to his movies and put Cinderella away, turning off his tv and returning his remote in the process. I hesitate as I walk towards the door, turning around to see Virgil still fast asleep on his bed. I sigh, out of tiredness or happiness I couldn't tell you, and I make my way over to his bed.

I delicately pick him up bridal style, pulling back his comforter and purple sheets, arranging the pillow so he's comfortable before lying him down and pulling the covers back over him. I walk over to the other side of his bed, reaching to turn off his bedside lamp before I get an idea. Surely he won't mind if I sleep with him for one night, right?

Snapping my fingers I change into gray sweatpants and a plain red shirt before carefully pulling back the covers and sliding in. I reach over and turn off the lamp, leaving the room in complete darkness. Damn, it sure is creepy in here. I guess it suits him as he is "dark and edgy."

I curl up next to him, slowly wrapping my arms around his waist, encasing him in a hug. I come to a stop when he starts to shift, but he only hugs me back, resting his head in the crook of my neck. I would be so embarrassed right now if the room wasn't pitch black because I'm sure my face is as red as the apple Snow White ate. Gradually, I drift off to sleep with Virgil in my arms.

--

I jolt awake, fear rushing through my body. Wait, I thought Virgil was the anxious trait? Oh right! I slept in his room last night. Turning in the bed as I hear shuffling only to find Virgil slowly waking up himself.

Maybe I should tell him. Or not, it might freak him out and I would never want to do that.

The strange thing is, I had horrible nightmares last night. And when I say horrible, I mean horrible. They were nothing like I'd ever experienced before. Yes, I've had my fair share of nightmares over the years but they've never been this bad! They were so disturbing and gory it makes me want to cry and puke at the same time just thinking about them.

Virgil turns his body so he's laying on his side facing me before slowly opening his eyes and mumbling out, "Morning, Princey."

"Good morning, princess. How did you sleep?" I asked, trying to see if our dilemmas were the same.

He yawned before answering, "Oh, same as usual." He rubbed his eyes, closing them again and snuggling into the blanket. Holy shit he's adorable!

I nodded my head, not knowing how to respond. I might as well ask him. What harm will it do? "Hey, V?" I ask, getting a hum in response. "Um, I uh had some pretty horrific nightmares last night and I have no clue as to why I did."

Virgil's eyes shot open, looking at me in fear. "Are you okay?" He asked, panicked.

I laughed, "Oh yes I'm quite alright just it was unusual that's all."

He sighed, "Yeah I'm really sorry about that." I shot him a confused look, quirking my eyebrow.

"Why would you be sorry? It isn't your fault, it happens to everyone." I assure him.

"No, Princey, you don't understand," Virgil looked me in the eyes before continuing, "It is my fault. My room does this all the time. You literally could not sleep in here without having nightmares. It's impossible, I've tried. Trust me on this, I've been sleeping in here for a few years."

My eyes widen in realization. Do you mean that all these years he's had to suffer? He's had to deal with nightmares every night and none of us knew? Oh my goodness, my poor baby. That's probably why he refuses to sleep or gets very little of it and why he's always tired! Or- holy shit.

This is why he was always trying to sleep downstairs in the commons. I already feel so guilty about being mean to him for the longest time but now I feel even worse knowing what he had to go through. And we drove him out! Virgil tried sleeping down there multiple times but we always told him not to and to go away and he did. He went back to his room to have nightmares. Oh my god, what have I done?

I look him in the eyes and apologize, "Virgil I'm so sorry! I had no idea and I kept driving you out for years! I always told you to leave and not sleep downstairs not knowing that you'd have to go to your room and suffer if you tried to sleep! I'm so sorry!" Virgil was making hard eye contact with me and I could tell he was searching my face for a lie or sarcasm. "I'm serious, Virge. I truly am sorry. You don't need to forgive me, I understand."

I reach my arms out to give him a hug. He hesitates for a second before giving in and I wrap my arms around him tight. He slides his arms around my chest and squeezes me. "It's alright Ro, you didn't know and you didn't really like me back then. Plus, I should've told you so it's my fault," He said, muffled by my chest.

I pull back from the hug, looking down at him as he looks up at me. "Oh no sweetie, you don't need to be sorry. This isn't your fault at all," I bring him back into the hug and he mumbles out an 'okay.'

We snuggle for a bit before I get an idea and suggest it. "Hey, do you want to talk to Logan about this? I'm sure he can find a way to fix it for you."

Virgil thinks for a minute before nodding, "Yeah, but only if you do it with me."

I let out a light laugh, "Of course, my emo." We snuggle for a while before getting breakfast and continuing on with our day.

--

Virgil and I talk to Logan and he fixes Virgil's room for him so there are no more nightmares. After both he and Patton find out they both apologize immensely for what they did in the past. Virgil forgives us all, Patton bringing us all into a group hug.

I make sure to drill into Virgil's brain that if he ever feels scared or doesn't want to sleep in his room, he's always welcome to sleep in mine. I also just offer my room to him at any other point in the day, making sure he feels loved and safe.

God, if only I knew.

(2463 words) I posted this on my wattpad too (@/virgilstarantula) on my Sanders Sides oneshot book but wanted to post it here so that @sleepyvirgilprompts could see it. I hope you like it! rawr xD

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[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Happy Birthday Anxiety

Word count: 1636

Rating: gen (90% certain I didn’t swear)

Pairings: platonic pairings

Warnings: none, but I should note that this is pre-aa

~~~START~~~

Knock knock knock

Virgil stares at the door for a moment, pondering if he should answer or not. He’s not sure who it could be since Remus would knock louder and more obnoxiously, Janus wouldn’t bother knocking at all, and no one else is very likely to come to his room in the first place. 

Knock

“Anxiety?”

Knock knock

“Kiddo, are you in there?”

Oh. Morality. That’s good, Morality doesn’t usually yell at him or harass him, he probably just wants to know if Virgil’s coming to dinner tonight - which he almost always does, no matter how much the ‘Main Sides’ don’t want him there. 

Virgil cracks the door open just enough for him to see Morality, and Morality to see him. 

“Hi Morality,” he says slowly, cautiously. 

Morality’s face immediately splits into a wide smile, as if he’s actually happy to see Virgil. “Hi Anxiety! Do you know what today is?”

Virgil frowns. As far as he can tell, there’s nothing special about today, it’s almost Christmas, but it isn’t yet, and he can’t think of anything else that would merit this enthusiasm from the self-proclaimed ‘dad Side’. 

“December 19th?” He tries. 

“It’s your birthday!” Morality happily explodes, throwing his arms up and bouncing excitedly on his toes. 

“Oh,” how had he forgotten his own birthday? 

Most Sides didn’t celebrate birthdays - except for maybe Thomas’ birthday - and when they did it was usually Morality going out of his way for the other ‘Main Sides’. 

“Yeah!” Morality continues, undeterred by Virgil’s lack of enthusiasm. “And I was thinking, I know you probably don’t want to make a big deal about it, but I thought you might like to pick what we have for dinner! And we can watch movies after! I know you like The Black Cauldron, and we can watch anything else you want!”

“Can we watch Coraline?” Virgil’s mouth asks before his brain can catch up. Morality, who always went all out for Princey and Logic’s birthdays, wanted to celebrate Virgil’s. Not only that, but he wanted to celebrate Virgil’s birthday in a way that Virgil would actually enjoy, not the loud and boisterous parties he threw Princey, or the calm and sophisticated affair he did for Logic, no, he wanted to quietly and casually do things Virgil likes. 

“Of course!” Morality looks like he wants to throw his arms around Virgil, but can’t since the door is still in the way. “And we don’t have to tell the others if you don’t want to, and we can have popcorn, and pretzels, and skittles, and-”

Virgil cuts Morality off by opening the door all the way and launching himself at the fatherly Side. 

“Thank you,” he mutters against Morality’s cardigan, fighting back tears. 

Morality doesn’t move for a moment, but soon brings his arms up to return the embrace, one hand cradling the back of Virgil’s head, and the other rubbing up and down his back comfortingly.  

“Aww kiddo, it’s the least I can do. Now what do you want for dinner?”

<(^.^)>

Patton hums to himself as he slides the last pizza into the oven. Everything is in place for Anxiety’s birthday, pizzas are in the oven, chocolate chip cookies (Anxiety’s favorite) are cooling on the counter, a stack of Halloween-ish movies are next to the TV, he even confirmed that Deceit was going to come! (Not that Deceit’s attendance is ever really in question, the lying Side is almost always around. Patton’s pretty sure he just enjoys being adjacent to the action.)

Speaking of Deceit, he’s seated at the table when Patton turns around. 

“JIMINY- oh, Deceit!” Patton grips the counter with one hand, and his racing heart with the other. “I wasn’t expecting to see you there, kiddo.”

“I was not under the impression that you wanted me here,” Deceit says casually, and though he seems to be inspecting his gloves, Patton can tell he’s being watched closely. 

“I do want you here!” Patton assures quickly. “I just didn’t hear you come in. You snaked up on me!”

Deceit hums and suddenly drops his casual demeanor. “Let’s stop beating around the bush, Morality. Why are you making an effort for Anxiety’s birthday this year?”

“Oh! I make an effort for Anxiety’s birthday every year,” Patton explains cheerfully. “I just thought, maybe this year he’d like to do a little bit more! But if you and Anxiety didn’t realize I was doing anything, then maybe I wasn’t doing enough…”

Deceit looks startled for a moment before covering it up with disinterest. 

“You never do anything for my birthday,” he drawls. 

“Of course I do!” Patton reassures quickly. “You like lasagna, and strawberry tarts, and hot gossip, and the Princess Bride!”

“Hmm, no. I like pickled herring, stewed prunes, invasions of my personal space, and the Twilight franchise.”

“Oh, okay,” Patton says brightly. He’s a little shocked he got Deceit’s favorite things so wrong, but he’ll do his best to correct it!

Deceit gives him a funny look, but remains quiet while Patton finishes dinner. 

“Kiddos! Dinner!” Patton calls up the stairs. 

 ~~~

Virgil leaves his room when he hears Morality call, but he hovers in the hall until he hears Logic head down the stairs. He won’t be first, good, now he just needs to hope Princey is far enough behind him that they don’t have to walk together. 

Janus is already at the table when Virgil reaches the foot of the stairs, so he hadn’t really had to have worried about being the first one to the table. He’s watching Morality like he’s a puzzle in need of solving, which is definitely a mood. Morality has a carefree way of going through life, which is something Janus and Virgil will never understand and probably never fully trust. 

Virgil takes his place next to Janus and waits as Morality places three different pizzas onto the table. Janus quirks an eyebrow at Virgil, Virgil shrugs in response, and Janus nods.

Princey comes bounding down the stairs moments later. “Greetings Padre, Specs! Oh and Emo Nightmare and Loki I guess.”

“Hi Roman!” Morality grins. Logic nods in acknowledgement, but his focus is mainly on the notebook in his hands.

“Ah Princey, how I’ve missed your very presence,” Janus sighs, way overdoing it. “I simply don’t know how I survive my day to day life without hearing your dulcet tones.”

“Really?” Princey asks, looking a little confused but mostly pleased with the attention and praise. Idiot. 

“Of course,” Janus purrs. Logic sends Janus a side eye, but doesn’t comment, and Virgil has to fight back a snort of laughter. 

Dinner goes well. Morality made Virgil’s favorite kinds of pizza even though Virgil hadn’t specified either (he's impressed and a little terrified of how perceptive Morality is), and the cookies are perfect. 

After dinner, Morality insists on having a movie night and puts on a big act of convincing Virgil and Janus to stay despite Princey’s obvious disdain for Virgil (any time Princey raises an objection to Janus, Janus just strokes his ego). In the end, Janus and Virgil sit on one side of the sectional, Logic and Princey sit on the other, and Morality sits in the corner bit. They start with the Black Cauldron because that one is the hard sell for Princey and requires Morality pulling out his Patton-ed (heh) puppy dog eyes, Coraline and the Nightmare Before Christmas will be much easier to push through. 

Remus shows up halfway through the movie, hanging from the ceiling over Princey and Logic with his tentacles out, allowing slime to drip off of them and onto the Sides below. Princey starts yelling at Remus, but Logic merely summons an umbrella and ignores him. Princey is so busy yelling at Remus in fact, that Morality has no trouble putting on Coraline without him noticing. 

If Virgil squints just a little bit, it’s almost like all the ‘Main Sides’ are actually here to celebrate his birthday and not just because Morality tricked them. It’s so painfully domestic feeling, Virgil wants to cry. Best birthday ever. 

 ~~~

Logic heads for bed after Coraline, citing the importance of a consistent sleep schedule and not-so-subtly hinting that the others should go to bed too. They don’t. 

Virgil, Princey, and Remus all fall asleep some time during the Nightmare Before Christmas, Virgil while leaning on Janus’ shoulder, and Princey on his stomach on the floor with Remus seated on his back. 

Janus and Morality are the only ones awake when the end credits roll. 

“Do you want to pick the next movie?” Morality asks in a hushed tone. 

“I definitely wasn’t planning on heading for bed now,” answers Janus as he carefully maneuvers Virgil off his shoulder without waking him. “I do so want to wake up in the morning with a crick in my neck. 

Morality gives him a funny look for a moment before comprehension colors his face. “Oh, okay! Good night, Deceit!”

“Terrible dreams, Morality,” Janus rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the stairs, before turning back. “Oh and I wasn’t joking earlier.”

“When?”

“I adore pickled herring and despise lasagna… I also despise assisting Princey with his theatrical endeavors.”

Morality actually giggles at that. “Okey-dokey, kiddo. I’ll see what I can do!”

 ~~~

Patton stays up a little bit longer watching Parks and Rec, and he makes sure to cover the sleeping Sides with blankets before he heads for his own bed (at three in the morning, but Logan doesn’t need to know that). Roman and Remus remain dead asleep, but Anxiety stirs as Patton tucks the blanket around him. 

“Mmm?”

“Shh, go back to sleep kiddo.”

“Mkay,” Anxiety mumbles. “‘Night, pops.”

It takes everything in Patton not to squeal. His dark strange son is adorable when he’s sleepy. 

“Good night, Anxiety. Happy birthday.”

~~~END~~~

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[impatentpending]

The Princey Bride: Chapter 5

In Which Roman Feels Stabby

AO3  Chapter One

Ships: Prinxiety and logicality Summary: After the love of his life is kidnapped and murdered by pirates, Roman Santiago, the most beautiful being in five hundred years, finds himself unhappily engaged to Prince Remy. The engagement is quickly thrown off-course, however, when he gets kidnapped by a trope of criminals, all the while being pursued by a strangely familiar man in black.  A prinxiety Princess Bride AU

Word Count: 4k

trigger warnings: violence, minor character death, blood, death threats, murder, knives, poison, misgendering, unhealthy relationships, and evil Deceit and Remy i SWEAR this is a funny, lighthearted story, y’all

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“Wow,” the man in black said to himself as he raced across the craggy rocks and uneven ground.  “It feels like I’ve been running for almost nine months.”

“He beat Logan,” Patton said, faintly.  His tree-trunk legs suddenly felt very weak beneath him, and he swayed to sitting, something dreadful clawing its way up his throat.

“What?”  Peter, from several dozen feet back, huffed out, struggling to catch up with Patton’s strides along the rocky frontier of Occipital.  Even with Roman - still bound hand and foot - around his shoulders, Patton had moved lightly, almost gracefully over the rough terrain.

Patton shook his head morosely.  “Logan lost.”

Roman patted his shoulder as best he could.

At the bottom of the mountain, the man in black was running, gaining quickly.

“Inconceivable!”  Peter burst out.

“Oh,” Patton, feeling faint but now slightly bitter, said.  “You’re right. Logan just won, stole his clothes, and gained fifty pounds.”

“Fool,” Peter hurled at him.  “All these years and you still can’t tell Logan when you see him?”

Patton knew every curve of Logan’s face better than the back of his hand, but he didn’t say anything.

“Logan must have slipped or tricked or unfairly bested,” Peter muttered to himself.  “That’s the only conceivable explanation.”

He turned to Patton, suddenly, pale eyes intent.  “Stop him.”

“It might take me a minute to do something from the mountain top.”  Patton squinted down. “But I'll be at my peak performance.”

Roman snorted, and Peter groaned.

“Just…”  The Sicilian pinched the bridge of his nose.  “Give the Prince to me.”

“Heir, not Prince,” Roman insisted tartly as Patton gently lowered him.

“Finish him,” Peter addressed Patton, ignoring Roman entirely.  “Finish him your way.”

“Ooh, my way,” Patton said, pleased, then paused.  “Which way is my way?”

This was a rhetorical question, as Patton also had a tragic backstory that often forced him to fight large groups of people.

No, we will not be elaborating on that.

Peter groaned.  “Hide behind a boulder with a rock.  The minute his head comes into view, hit it with the rock!”

With that, he scampered off, Roman in tow.

It was a bit weird to Patton, how willingly Roman went with a man he could have easily overpowered, but he shook the thought off.

“My way doesn’t seem very fair,” he muttered.  Regardless, he grabbed a rock almost half a foot wide and easily palmed it.

Huddling behind a boulder with a motion very much like an elephant huddling behind a palm tree made of toothpicks, Patton took a few deep breaths and tried to convince himself Logan was okay.  He was Logan, of course he had to be okay!

Because if he wasn’t okay, there would be no one to put up with his puns or read to him or tell him fun facts about the glass bowl with holes poked in it that covered the earth at night (this was before Space) or to–

“Hey, um…”  The man in black hovered awkwardly at his shoulder, looking as if someone had just told him he was going to perform brain surgery.  “Are you okay?”

Patton realized he was blubbering and waved the rock.  “I’m supposed to throw this at you,” he sobbed.

He did so.

The man in black dodged it neatly.  “I take it that’s a ‘no’ on the whole ‘being okay’ thing, then?”

“What did you do to Logan?”  Patton demanded, wiping at his eyes.

“He’s fine,” the man in black promised.  “Just unconscious.”

“Oh, thank goodness.”  Patton sighed, then threw a punch.

“What was that for?!”  The man demanded, from the ground.  He sat up, gingerly rubbing at his cheek.  “Feels like I got hit by a mack truck.” (This was after mack trucks, but before highways, which made for some very interesting traffic jams.)

“You made me worry,” Patton said, primly.  “It’s only fair. Besides, I have a tragic backstory.”

“Oh, really?”  the man in black woozily shook his head.  “Well, while I recover from my possibly-fatal concussion, you’d better share it.”

Patton did so, but due to the man in black’s possibly-fatal concussion, he didn’t remember it later.

“Oh no,” he said, after a suitable pause, once he realized the giant had stopped talking.  “That’s so tragic.”

“I know,” Patton nodded, blubbering.  “I’ll never be able to look at an eraser the same way again.”

“Mm,” the man in black said, vaguely, wondering how long he had been blacked out for.  “I think we should fight now.”

Patton blinked owlishly.  “Even after I shared my Tragic Backstory with you?”

The man in black shrugged, pulling himself to his feet and throwing a punch at Patton’s sizable stomach.  “I’ve got a mission.”

“Why are you doing this?”  Patton asked, a frown touching his lips, absorbing the man in black’s jab without even a wince.  “Why are you so insistent on finding Roman?”

The man in black was silent for a long, long moment, trying and failing to punch Patton’s throat.  A nearby blade of grass grew ten millionths of a centimeter by the time he spoke again (which was a new record for grass growth rate, but not for sullen silences), so softly Patton had to lean in to hear, neatly dodging a kick.  “Have you ever been in love?”

Patton smiled.  “Yes.”

The man snorted.  “Horrible isn’t it?”

He shrugged at Patton's incredulous glance, then ducked and whirled to avoid Patton’s swinging fist.  “It makes you so… vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

Patton blinked slowly at him.   “I'm adopting you,” he announced, then engulfed the man in a bear hug.

The man shrieked a muffled protest, flailing uselessly.

“It's okay,” Patton hushed, gently rocking him.  “They can't hurt you now, my sweet and sour shadowling.”

The man shouted something that was muffled in Patton’s chest.

“I know, I know,” Patton cooed.

The man in black went limp.

“Oh,” Patton sighed, happily hugging his new son, then looking down to see his face was rapidly purpling.  “Oh!”

After a brief intermission where Patton tried to gently pat his face and ended up knocking out a tooth, the man in black startled back to animation with a sharp gasp.

“Sorry about your tooth,�� Patton said, sheepishly.

“It’s fine.”  The man in black shrugged.  “This is after dentists.”

An edge of mischief lit his storm-gray eyes.  “Although,” he hedged, “if you got to knock me out, I think it’s only fair I do the same to you.”

Patton smiled indulgently.  “If you think you can.”

Obediently, Patton exposed the back of his head, and the man in black swung at it with all of the force in his considerably-strong body.

“Oh no,” Patton said, carefully lowering himself to the ground.  “Golly gee, you sure got me.”

The man in black gave him a deadpan look, which Patton didn’t see because he was busy gently fluffing the sleeve of his shirt before he nestled his head down.

“Zzzzzz,” Patton murmured, doing his best to look knocked-out.

“It’s less believable if you just say the letter ‘z’ a bunch of times,” the man in black informed him.

“I can’t hear you; I’m knocked out,” Patton responded, tartly.

The man in black rolled his eyes.  “Are you going to stay ‘knocked out’ until I leave?”

“Pinky promise!”  Patton chirped.

(Now, many Occipitalian scholars have debated when, exactly, pinky promises began, but as an authority on the subject, I can tell you with utter confidence that this was at the instant of pinky-promises.  Before, it had been piggy promises, where you would pledge a baby swine to your neighbor should you somehow break the vow the two of you concurred upon, but Patton, who had never before had reason to say such a solemn promise, had stumbled over his words in the excitement of participating in such a popular cultural phenomena.  As to why his version of the vow caught on instead of the long-established one, your guess is as good as mine.)

If the man in black had stuck around to hear Patton’s promise, he would’ve been notably confused, but as is, he had already raced off, following the last trail of footprints, towards where Roman awaited.

“Oh, shit!”  Prince Remy of Occipital gasped, leaning close to the ground and squinting behind his tinted spectacles.  “Ooh, sis, he did not.”

“What is it?”  The Count came up beside him, slightly winded from having to chase behind The Prince, over-eager and vibrant with the thrill of the hunt.

“There was like… a major battle, sis.”  Remy snapped his chicle, a finger tapping against his thigh in consideration.  “Like, totes crazy.”

“How descriptive,” The Count deadpanned.

“Petty isn’t a good look on you, bitch,” Remy sighed, doing a strange sort of shuffling before twirling, all the while with his eyes glued to the ground.  “This is like super sketch, though. Sometimes the right foot is leading and sometimes the left? Wack.”

He pursed his lips, carefully fitting his feet into the faint footprints left on the ground.  “They were switching hands, for whatever reason. They weren’t hurt, ‘cuse there isn’t enough blood for that, but still…”

His eyes narrowed, and he scrambled over a mound of rocks before letting loose a triumphant cry.  “I thought so! Dee, check this out.”

With a muttered curse, Deceit pulled himself over the rocks, fighting back a wheeze, and stood beside the prince, who was triumphantly surveying a perfectly unremarkable patch of flat land.

“Wow,” The Count said, “your suspicions were entirely founded.”

“Someone got conked out right there,” Remy snipped, pointedly ignoring him.  “Then fucked off somewhere back towards the ocean. Whoever got ‘em followed those other peeps inland.”

The Count nodded, mentally preparing himself for yet more walking.  “Should we follow them both?”

Remy smacked his chicle thoughtfully before shaking his head.  “Nah. Ro's all that matters right now. Besides, we’ll need all our dudes for whatever trap we’re heading into.”

The Count arched an eyebrow.  “You think it’s a trap, then?”

Remy just flashed a grin.  “I always think everything is a trap, babes.”  He winked. “That’s why I’m still alive.”

“Very well, then, Your Highness.”  The Count gave a shallow bow. “As you wish.”

“So,” Peter said.  “It is down to you, and it is down to me.”

“Well,” the man in black said, casually.  “You could always just give up now.”

“No,” Peter laughed, smiling thinly as he held his knife against the long line of Roman’s throat.  “I don’t think I will.”

The man in black took a step forward, and Peter pressed the knife even further against Roman’s throat.  A bead of blood trickled up. (While one would think a scar would jeopardize Roman’s place as the world’s most beautiful being, it ended up giving him a bit of a sexy, roguish vibe, further solidifying his status.)

“If you wish him dead, by all means keep moving forward.”

The man in black stopped dead in his tracks.

“I must admit,” Peter drawled.  “I quite resent what you’re attempting here.  Who on Earth tries to kidnap what another man’s rightfully stolen?”

“There’s a price to be had for him,” the man in black said.  “I would have it.”

“Yet, I cannot allow it,” Peter said.  “See, you need him alive, but I’ve been paid a great deal to ensure he won’t be breathing, in the near future.”

“I’m not sure you’ve considered this fully,” the man in black said, evenly, something dark flashing in his eyes.  “I’ve gone through great personal sacrifice, hardship, and turmoil to reach this point. As is, if I fail, the odds are I will become angry.  If he stops breathing, there is every chance that you’ll meet the same unfortunate end. Surely you can see that there’s no good way out of this.”

“Maybe not for you,” Peter responded, “but I will confess we are at somewhat of an impasse.  If you’ve killed Logan and Patton, I’m forced to conclude I can’t defeat you physically, but there’s no way you could match my brains.”

Throughout this whole exchange, the man in black’s eyes hadn’t left Roman, sitting quietly and complacently at Peter’s side.  Vaguely, he wondered if the heir had been drugged before shaking the thought off.

“You’re that smart?”

“Let’s put it this way: you’ve heard of Keohane?  Adiele?”

(Now, dear reader, those names will mean nothing to you, but only because we’re before Keohane and Adiele.)

“Yes.”

“Morons.”

A startled laugh escaped the man in black’s lips.  “In that case, I challenge you to a battle of the wits.  If you’re as skillful as you claim, you’ve got nothing to fear.  I’ll even let you choose the challenge.”

Peter’s eyes lit with a most horrifying sort of glee.  “For the Prince?”

“Heir,” Roman and the man in black said, in unison.

Roman’s posture shifted, his lips parting slightly.  It almost sounded as if…

“To the death?”  Peter demanded.

The man in black nodded.

Peter smiled thinly.  “I accept.”

He gestured the man over to the flat, rocky outcropping where he and Roman sat and, laying his knife to the side, produced two cups, filling each one to the brim with wine.

(Our tasteful readers will note that this is not proper wine-drinking etiquette, but this was before manners, so no harm, no foul.)

“They call me a witch where I’m from,” Peter said, chuckling.  “A dragon witch, if you’ll believe it.”

“And why is that?”  The man in black said, guarded.

Peter shrugged.  “I’ve always been good with plants, at making poultice and tinctures from even the smallest leaf.”

He pulled a small vial out of his vest.  “ Dracaena marginata is normally nontoxic to humans.”  He smiled, sharp and dangerous. “At least, that’s what they think before they try my special brand.”

The man in black looked at Peter the way a badger might look at a snake who had come round his home and ignored his ‘No Soliciting’ sign.

“Do you mean to poison us?”

“No,” Peter said, handing the vial and the cups to the man in black.  “Just you. Lace one, and we’ll see who falls.”

Roman’s fingers found a sheet of cool metal.

The man in black turned his back and did something Peter couldn’t see before turning back and placing the cup in his left hand before Peter, the one in his right before himself.

“Your choice,” he said, simply.

Now, anyone who isn’t a white, cis male can tell you just exactly how long those sorts can go on rants for.  Since the invention of socioeconomic classes that have enabled them to ‘um, actually’, their way through life, there have been three top-ranking grand monologues by the overly entitled.  The first was a five-hour detour in poor professor Carl Cohen’s philosophy class, where the extremely white Chad Davis of the I Tappa Kegga fraternity explained to a world-renowned professor and his entire class why, exactly, racism was ‘kinda wack, bro’.  The second was only half an hour, but arguably more excruciating, when Tad Daniels of a bland business accounting firm somewhere urban explained to the ‘coffee girl’ how to really work hard and get ahead in business, only for her to explain once he paused for breath that she was the CEO, and his interview would no longer be necessary.  He asked if he got the job.

All this being said, Peter’s aggressive, circular-logic filled, baffling deduction of which cup, exactly, the poison had been placed within came in at a close third.

“–therefore the poison cannot be in your glass,” Peter concludes, triumphantly.

The man in black, who had been dulled into a stupor, eyes glazed with the mental effort of by braining himself on a nearby rock, startled back into animation.  “What?”

Peter shot him a dry look.  “Let’s drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.”

The astute reader will recall Peter concluded that the poison was in his own glass, yet our dragon witch had duplicitous schemes in mind.  He intended to distract the man in black with a dramatic cry and proclamation that something was behind him, then switch glasses while his back was turned.  He probably would have as well, if, at that second, Roman hadn’t stabbed him in the chest.

Peter made a choking, gasping sound, and the man in black leapt, knocking into him and slamming him into the ground.

Roman didn't wrestle his blindfold off in time to see the moment of impact, but he heard the sickening crunch.  He unveiled his eyes to see Peter lying in a pool of red, completely still.

“Dumb of him,” Roman commented, casually, wedging the knife’s handles between his knees to cut the ropes binding his wrists, “to put the dagger down so close to me.  You're welcome, by the way.”

“I had it under control,” the man in black said lamely, looking down at the corpse before them.

Roman snorted.  “Yes, the knife being pressed against my neck should’ve tipped me off.”

“The cups were both poisoned,” the man in black said mulishly.  “I've spent the last five years building up an immunity to all sorts of toxins.”

“Weird flex, but okay.”

The man in black just laughed, almost bitterly.  There was something strange in his gray eyes as he looked over Roman – as if anger and something too tender to belong there warred for their places at the forefront of his mind.

“What’d you go and do a thing like that for?”  He eventually asked, gesturing to Peter. Or, what had previously been Peter.

Roman shrugged, for even he couldn’t quite explain what had possessed him to attack his captor when he had been quite docile previously.  “You… it was just something you said. Reminded me of–” He cut himself off, sharply. “Doesn’t matter.”

“You’d be surprised, highness.”  His voice was strained, rough.

Roman looked at him, sharply.  “Who are you?”

“No one to be trifled with, and that is all you ever need know.”

Barring his teeth, Roman stepped backwards.  “I think I need to know a bit more than that.”

“Are you going to behave, highness, or do I have to help you along?”

Roman shifted his weight, eyes narrowed.  “You’re welcome to try.”

The man in black made a noise of frustration.  “We don’t have time for this. Could you do me the grand favor of being insufferable on the go?”

Roman planted his feet on the ground, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Not until you tell me what you plan on happening.”

“What do you think will happen?” He snapped.  “I’m taking you back to your pig fiancé, collecting my reward, and leaving a wealthy man while you live happily ever after, your highness.”  

It made sense, of course.

The man in black started walking, and Roman found himself following along behind, unsure what to do with the black void of something noxious brewing in his stomach.

Imagine for a moment, dear reader, you are Roman.  

Wow, you’re hot.

Congrats.

But beyond being incredibly stunning, you’ve been trapped for years with a cruel man you don’t love, only to be flung into a different sort of captivity.  After years of numbness and pain, ebbing and flowing until you are simply too exhausted to process, within a day, you’ve felt fear and curiosity and wonder and sympathy and humor.

You’ve felt.

And now a man, a man who fits in your mind strangely, like you haven’t placed him quite right, is promising to take you back to safety.  Back to your placid numbness.

This, then, is why Roman just laughed, bitterly.  “Sounds perfectly miserable.”

The man in black cast a strange glance at him, half-turning back.  “I would think someone like you would be all-too pleased by the concept of a happily ever after.”

“Call me a cynic,” Roman said tersely.

“Cynics are merely thwarted romantics.”

Roman tried not to flinch too visibly at that.

“What?”  The man in black turned a smile on him, sharp and devoid of joy.  “Did I hit a nerve? Has being away from your high and mighty prince hurt you so much?”

“My experiences of love are none of your concern,” Roman snapped, “but if you must know, he’s not the one I ache for.  I had a love, strong and true, who would do anything for me, and I for him.”

“Pretty words without experience are meaningless, highness,” the man in black snapped.  “Do not tell me your trifling experiences of so-called love with some prince who isn’t even the one you bothered to get engaged to if you don’t have the heartbreak and the scars to give weight to anything you say.”

Rage sizzled in Roman’s chest, and he growled, eyes flashing and teeth bared.  “I have loved more deeply than a killer like yourself can ever dream!”

“A killer?”  He laughed, humorlessly.  “Oh, my dear Heir, you’re the one that struck at Peter.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Roman spat.  “I know who you are now. Only one man in the world could be this cruel.  You’re the Dread Pirate Roberts, admit it!”

The pirate flashed a tight-lipped smile, bowing with a flourish  (it was a ten out of ten for dramatic effect, but lost a few points for enthusiasm, or lack thereof). “With pride.  What can I do for you?”

Fury had been building in Roman’s chest this whole time, but at this confirmation, it sizzled over, spewing out along his words like venom.  “I’ll tell you what you can do, sir. You can sit there, smug and happy and cruel. You can wallow in your own arrogance and continue to belittle me.  You can refuse to see beyond your own puffed-up pride until it’s too late. You can rest easy up until the moment I take my knife and slit you, mouth to naval, and laugh when you beg for mercy.”

Roberts blinked, mentally marking himself down as both scared and horny.  “Hardly complementary, your highness. Why lose your venom on me?”

“You killed my love.”

The pirate was frozen for a moment before he shrugged, far too casually.  “It’s possible. I kill a lot of people.” He rolled his shoulders, forcing his eyes away from Roman and off, along the horizon.  “Who was this love of yours? Another Prince like this one – ugly, pampered, rich?”

“No,” Roman snapped, a hand slipping under his sleeve to rub at the broken guitar string.  “A farm boy. Poor. Poor and perfect.”  

Robert’s eyes snapped to him, and Roman found his voice softening, as he looked into endless gray eyes, familiar if not for the shrewdness, the anger brimming within.

“With eyes like the sea after a storm.”

They were standing on top of a steep hill with a ravine, rocky and harsh at the bottom.  Roberts had his back to it.

“Then he died.”  Roman reached behind him and found his knife, tucked safely away in his waistband.  “Because you killed him.”

“Roman,” the man in black said urgently, something shifting behind his eyes, as if he had suddenly realized he had made a grave miscalculation and the very pissed off love of his life (who, let’s say, didn’t know his true identity) had a knife.  “There’s something you need to–”

A horn sounded in the distance, and the man in black’s concentration broke, stormy eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon for Prince Remy’s hunting caravan.

“You can die too, for all I care,” Roman hissed, and lunged, slashing out with his knife.

The man in back threw himself back with a shout, and his feet slipped beneath him.  Roman couldn’t help a perverse satisfaction at seeing the pirate’s face when he fell and kept falling.

He’d break his neck and die down there, Roman was sure.  He made to turn away, satisfaction purring in his chest, when a voice called up to him, coming from the man in black as he tumbled down that rocky ravine.

“As… you… wish…”

The blood drained from Roman’s face.  (this was after blood and faces.)

“Virgil?”

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Okay, Inventing Privileges Revoked

Requested by: @jwillowwolf

Notes: The magical stuff in this fic is based off of The Ancient Magus Bride (anime and manga). If you've read/seen it, I put a lil reference to it somewhere in here >:)

POV: 3rd person

Ships: Analogical, Royality, and Demus/Dukeceit/Receit

CW: Swearing, yelling, eating, sympathetic Remus and Janus, fire, mention of failing classes, vines, being watched

Lemme know if I missed any :D

Word Count: 3041

“Twist this...and then you-” The inventor muttered to himself as he made a few adjustments and tweaks on his latest machine. It was supposed to harness the power of magic from other worlds, so that it could benefit this world. He knows they exist...he just knows. A few sparks flew at him as a knob was turned. “Don’t you dare start acting up on me. I spent a year and a half on you, I’m not letting you give up on me now,” he scolded the piece of machinery. He had an amusing habit of talking to objects. As if the invention had heard him, little gears started turning even though he hadn’t meant it for it to be turned on. Not yet. But it seemed like it was doing it out of spite. An unpleasant noise erupted from it before he quickly turned the knob back to its original position. “That’s enough out of yo-”

“LOGAN!! DINNER’S READY!!”

“Soooo..” Patton started, taking a bite out of a piece of garlic bread. “Any progress on your cool lil’ device you got in your room?” He asked, looking over at his roommate.

The voice scared Logan out of his wits, flinching as he pushed up his glasses. “I’M COMING!” He called back, standing up from his seat and tiredly walking out of his bedroom to the kitchen. He didn’t seem to realize the pink-ish glow emitting from the machine behind him.

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“It’s not...exactly doing what I want it to do. But that’s alright, I can still fix it,” Logan replied, scooping some spaghetti into his mouth.

“Ooohh..okay! Virgil, how were your classes today?”

The boy in question sat across from Patton, hunched over and eating slowly with one hand, the other one shoved in his jacket pocket. “Failed ‘nother exam. I’m thinkin’ of giving up at this point…” He mumbled, poking a meatball.

“Noooo! Don’t say that! You still got a lot to look forward to!”

“I agree with Patton,” Logan said, looking over at Virgil. “You’re trying your best and that’s what matters. It’s just one mistake, it’s not that big of a deal. You’ll be ok.”

“But what if I won’t be? Ughh..my grades are going down so so low… Sometimes I just don’t wanna be here. Not away from you guys, of course, but..just- somewhere where I don’t have to stress myself every night and break down almost once every week.”

“Like Logie said, you’ll be okay! Here, how about this, you take a well-deserved break and me or Logan can do your work for you?”

“That wouldn’t work because he wouldn’t be learning the things he needs to in order to pass. The least we can do right now is try to keep his mind off of work for a short time. But he has to get back to doing his assignments after.”

“Um..,” Virgil muttered quietly, as not to interrupt either of the boys. “I guess my little ‘break’ starts now…? If so, then uh..can I see Logan’s machine thing?”

Logan and Patton looked at each other, the more optimistic of the two grinning. “Yeah! I’d like to see it too!”

The inventor sighed, shaking his head lightly. “Fine, but do not touch it.”

His roommates cheered as a small smile made its way onto Logan’s face.

After dinner, they were grouped in Logan’s room, staring at the little device.

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“So...how does it work?” Virgil asked, tilting his head slightly. Logan gently took the device and held it in his hands so the others could see. “Well, you’re supposed to turn this knob,” he explained, turning said knob. The machine sputtered to life, however it seemed...off. “But it doesn’t seem to be working correctly at the moment.”

Patton stared at the tiny device in amazement, Virgil doing the same until he got a notification from his phone. He pulled it out, pure frustration showing on his face.

“UGHHH- I don’t even wanna be IN THIS WORLD anymore!” He groaned, shoving his phone into his pocket.

Suddenly, child-like laughter filled the air.

“Wh...What was that?” Patton asked, fearful.

“I’m..not sure,” Logan responded, looking around. Vines grew from the ground and latched to their legs as three small portals appeared beneath them. They were pulled down into those portals before they could even scream.

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Logan woke up to the sight of trees, the moonlight shining through them, and the feeling of dirt beneath him. He shot up and looked around frantically before his eyes landed upon two figures curled up next to one of the trees. On closer examination, he realized those were his roommates. Patton seemed to have calmed Virgil down from a panic attack.

“Are you two okay…?” He asked, going over and sitting with them. At the sound of Logan’s voice, Virgil suddenly latched onto him. “God- I thought you died! I’m so sorry..This is my fault, I’m so so sorry..,” the boy muttered, his grip tightening.

“I...believe it’s my fault. It was my invention, I shouldn’t have shown it to you two when it wasn’t even working properly.”

“Guys-” Patton said, trying to warn them.

“No but if I hadn’t got so angry-”

“I don’t think it had to do with your anger.”

“Guys-”

“But what if it did? We weren’t pulled in until I got that stupid notif.”

“There’s nothing in the device that would make it respond to human emotions-”

“GUYS!”

“WHAT?!” The two shouted in unison, seeing Patton looking up.

“There’s people..w-watching..,” he whispered.

Virgil and Logan looked up as well. Two pairs of eyes stared back at them, one pair green and the other pair red. Shadows hid their bodies from view, if they even had bodies. The two entities laughed, sounding exactly like the laugh they’d heard before being sucked into this alternate world. Patton scooted over to his roommates hurriedly and stayed very close to them. The entities above seemed to look at each other before the one with green eyes suddenly disappeared with a gust of wind. Red eyes looked back down at them, suddenly dropping from the tree and landing with a flourish. In the light, it seemed that the entity was a boy, about the same age as the three humans in front of him. Little flames burned from the tips of his hair that he didn’t seem bothered with. Speaking of, his hair was tied in a ponytail that hung over his shoulder. He wore a white shirt with gold lining at the top, its sleeves going down to his elbows and hanging loosely. A red sash was tied around his waist. Black cloth was tucked into it from the back, making it sway behind him whenever he moved. He wore simple brown shorts that seemed to have been torn from what used to be a complete pair of trousers. Gold ribbons wrapped his legs in a criss-cross pattern, tying into knots at his ankles. His ears were pointed, making him look like an elf. His eyes always seemed to have a fire burning in them.

He grinned at the terrified humans and held his hand out to them, but it seemed more directed at Patton.

“Greetings, humans! You may call me Princey. You’re not supposed to be here!” He sang.

Patton was the first to speak up, albeit in a shaky tone, “N-Nice to meet you, Princey. I’m P-”

“Ah ah ah! Nicknames only. Real names have power in our world, and you wouldn’t want to fall prey to anything...unpleasant, now would you?” The fae interrupted. He narrowed his eyes, but his grin stayed.

“And how’re we supposed to know that you’re not one of the ‘unpleasant’ kind?” Virgil asked harshly, suspicious of this seemingly magical stranger.

The faerie’s eye twitched as he pulled back his hand, “You certainly seem to be one of them, so you tell me.”

“You did not-”

“If the shoe fits, rusty human.”

“Alright alright, umm...maybe we shouldn’t fight?” Patton suggested, looking between the two.

“Yes, we don’t need to cause more problems to add to the ones we already have,” Logan agreed, pulling Virgil closer. The smaller boy huffed and muttered an “okay.”

“So we’re all in agreement that we’d rather not fight right now! Perfect! Now, let’s start this over. What would each of you like to be called?”

“Can I be called Pat..? Is part of our names allowed?”

“I...suppose. You have a very sweet-sounding nickname. And you two?” He gestured to Logan and Virgil.

The inventor sighed, “Call me L, please.”

“Alright, very simple,” Princey commented, looking over at the last boy to share his nickname. “..You know, I might just call you Rusty.”

“Don’t call me that-”

“Too late, Rusty.”

“I have a question,” Logan stated, looking up at the fae.

“Yeeeesss?”

“Why did you call him a ‘rusty human’?”

“Ah! It’s something only Neighbors, such as I, would get. Each human that comes through the forest has a distinct smell. For example, Pat smells like roses.” He sighed dreamily. “My favorite flower… As for Rusty over there, he smells like...well- rust. It’s utterly disgusting to us.”

“..Is ‘Neighbors’ the name of your species?”

“Sort of…? Neighbors is what you call faeries, however that term is dull to some. If we’re talking about the subspecies of fae, I’m a fire sprite.”

Virgil snickered, covering his mouth to hide his smile.

“What’s so funny about that? I’ll have you know that you should respect us magical beings, lest you be cursed or spirited away!”

“I’m gonna call you Soda,” The boy replied behind his hand.

“Wha-”

“Ooooh! Because he’s a sprite!” Patton said, pointing finger guns at Virgil. “Ayyyyyy!”

“Ayyyyyyy.” The other pointed finger guns right back at him.

Princey and Logan just sighed, one being confused and the other used to his roommates' antics.

The fae clapped his hands. “Okay okay. To get you all out of potential danger, you’re going to have to come with me. I’ll take you to my abode. Be warned, my brother and his boyfriend live there as well.” He shot a look at Virgil, “I’m not going to kill any of you. It wouldn’t benefit anyone.”

They looked at each other and seemed to be in silent agreement as they stood. Princey started guiding them through the trees and the bushes, careful to avoid anything that could kill these new humans.

“So...Why are you helping us? Not that I don’t appreciate it, I just...wanna know, y’know?” Patton asked as they walked.

“...It’s lonely here. The other fae are very..gossipy. You do something dumb and suddenly it spreads around like wildfire. So I usually stay away from fae that I don’t already know, as I wouldn’t want any...betrayals or damages to my pride. I trust that you humans are not the same...?”

“I don’t think so.. Right?” The boy looked over at his two friends, who seemed to be having a silent conversation with one another. He sighed and gave up on the question, feeling a bit left out. Princey seemed to notice, gesturing for Patton to walk with him at the front, to which the boy hesitantly but happily did.

After a bit of walking, they came across a little cottage in a clearing. Smoke billowed out of the chimney as they approached it.

“Well,” the fire sprite sighed. “Here we are! It’s not much...but it works.”

“...I thought it’d look more like a giant mushroom or something,” Virgil commented, a bit suspicious about how normal the house looked.

“Why would we live in a fucking mushroom? A MUSHROOM THAT SIZE DOESN’T EVEN EXIST- Where are you getting these ideas?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, faerie boy?” The emo replied, waiting for Princey to open the door or something. Was there even a lock on the front door?

As if on cue, the door swung open to reveal another faerie, similar to Princey. This one, however, wore reversed colors. A black shirt with silver lining and a green sash instead of a red one. He had a silver streak in his hair, dangling over his eyes. His hair was braided, draped over his shoulder as well. The most peculiar thing, though, was the fake mustache he wore and the green wings protruding from his back, speckled with black.

“Wretched brother! And...other people!” The new faerie greeted, moving aside so they could get in.

“Greetings to you too...Duke,” Princey muttered, leading the small group inside.

“That’s his name? Duke? What, is he a dog?” Virgil asked, semi-sarcastically.

“Based on his behavior, he might as well be,” The fire sprite grumbled, flopping on a nearby chair and sighing. “And no, that’s not his name. Remember what I said about those, Rusty?”

“Yeah yeah, they ‘hold power’ or whatever. But why do you guys need to disguise your names when you’re the one who’s able to use them against us? You’re not at risk.”

“Actually, we are. I’d also rather you not call my beloved a dog,” A new voice said, the source of it being a figure that had just walked in from the kitchen. The humans looked at him, a bit startled. It didn’t seem like this one was the same as the brothers. He wore a wide-brimmed black hat with a yellow ribbon tied around it. The shadows created by the hat covered one half of his face. The half that was visible seemed normal. He had dark brown eyes that made him seem wise and intimidating. A black and gold capelet laid on his shoulders, linked together with a gold chain. He wore yellow lace gloves with black ribbons wrapped around his wrist. He was even wearing thigh-high stiletto boots.

“mY BOYFRIEND!!” Duke screeched as he half-ran and half-flew to the new faerie. He latched onto him in a tight hug, his wings flapping slightly in happiness.

“Could I inquire what nickname you,” Logan started, gesturing to the mysterious fae, “would like to go by? And what type of faeries are you two?”

“Hm...Call me Deceit, if you will. Duke’s an Ariel and I’m a Leannan Sidhe.”

“Ariel?? Like the mermaid??” Patton wondered aloud, sitting next to Princey on another chair. It was obvious the two wanted to be close to each other with the way they were glancing at each other.

“I...don’t know what a ‘mermaid’ is, but I’m assuming that has nothing to do with the faerie world, so no. An Ariel is a type of sprite, a wind denizen, or in simpler terms, they can control the wind. They’re known to be mischievous, despite their job of purification,” Deceit explained, fondly playing with his boyfriend’s hair.

“And a Leannan Sidhe…?” Logan asked, sitting on the couch with a notebook and pen in hand. Where did he even get that…

“A subspecies of a fae you humans would refer to as a ‘vampire’. Young men let us feed on their blood in exchange for talent. It could also be exchanged for...other things.”

“Oh. Is the amount of blood a lot…? Because it would kill the human if you took too much.”

“It’s just enough that the human wouldn’t die on the spot. However, those we feed on don’t usually lead very long lives. Enjoy what you have and die or yearn for more and die greedy.”

“Greedy?” Virgil repeated, sitting next to Logan and clasping his hands together. If he was being honest, he actually considered offering his blood to the vampire, despite how shady that’d be.

“What you sought for certainly didn't come from you, did it?”

“N..No…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Awkward silence fell over the room. Duke fluttered his wings happily as he cuddled closer to Deceit. It created a little gust of wind that unfortunately threatened the life of Princey’s flames, to the fire sprite’s annoyance.

“Do any of you know why we’re here..?” Patton asked quietly, shuffling a bit closer to the fae next to him.

“I do! I do!!” The wind denizen chirped, speeding away from his boyfriend and stopping in front of the human. “So when the nerd over there made the weird machine, we were able to find connections to your world! But we didn’t know what to do with it, so we left it alone. But theeeeennnn, Rusty said a few magic words, and some of the faeries in our world took advantage of it, so that’s why you guys are here!”

“What magic words???” Virgil called from the other side of the room.

Duke cleared his throat and did a half-hearted attempt at imitating Virgil, “i dON’T evEn WAnnA be iN thiS woRlD ANyMOREEeEe blAHhhhh.”

“Okay, I said everything BUT that last part.”

“I know, it’s just that you’re overly angsty.”

“IT’S PART OF MY AESTHETIC-”

“Let’s calm down for a moment,” Patton said softly, giving a tiny and nervous smile. “What part of that was magical?”

“All of it! When humans say something, whether they mean it or not, some specific types of fae listen closely so they can cause maaaajor terror and disorder. Like this one time, some girl was angry at her lil’ brother so she went, ‘I wish you were never my brotherrrr!’ or something dramatic like that, and then the next day, the boy was gone! And nooooobody remembered him except her. She got really scared, but lucky for her, a couple of mages came by and helped her.”

“...Mages?”

“Yeah! They’re either like...human-like faes or sleigh-beggies.”

“Sleigh-beggies??? I honestly don’t think that’s the actual name-”

“Doesn’t matter what you think! That’s what it’s called. Sleigh-beggies are just humans who’ve been gifted with the sight to see otherworldly things. It may sound cool, but trust me, you don’t wanna know how many things are crawling over all of you right now.”

At that, both Patton and Virgil screeched, trying to get rid of the creatures they couldn’t even see. Logan sighed and shook his head.

“How do we get back?” He asked, looking over at Deceit as it seemed like he was the best person to ask.

“Well…” The fae started.

“You’re just going to have to stay and find out.”

[End]

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Second Glances

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Summary: Roman has spent years making his aesthetic Gay TM and yet his soulmate's first impression of him is that he's straight. What has he done so horribly wrong? Nothing, but first impressions often are wrong.

Day 18 Prinxiety- Your Soulmate’s first impression of you is written on your skin somewhere

Damn it all the cute ones are straight

The mark appeared on Roman’s 18th birthday at midnight and frankly, he was mortified. He had been out and proud for the past two years and almost always had a rainbow flag somewhere on his person or belongings. How in the world could his soulmate get such an incorrect idea of him?

He interrogated all his friends at school to see if any of them had crushes on him and had thought he was straight but with no luck. Apparently they all had better gaydar than his soulmate.

Roman didn't have much time to worry about soulmates though because in just a few weeks he and his twin were moving into the dorms for freshman year of college. They packed up their entire room and wondered what their roommates would be like.

"I don't know Ro, what if they don't accept me or get uncomfortable with me?" Remus ran his fingers through his hair. He'd been growing it out almost a year now.

"Then I will kick their ass and get you a new roommate. Simple," Roman reassured Remus.

"Heh, thanks Ro," Remus smiled, still visibly nervous.

Roman grinned, "no one hurts my sibling and gets away with it."

On move-in day everything was a whirlwind. The car was packed past full and Roman was a ball of nervous energy.

"Remus, are you ready?" he called up the stairs.

"It's Renee today!" she called back down, appearing at the top of the stairs.

"Oops! My bad. Ready to go, sis?" Roman smiled broadly as she walked down, fussing with her skirt.

"Yeah!"

"Let's go! College here we come!"

Renee was unusually quiet during the drive. Roman spared as many glances away from the road as he could.

"You okay, hon?" He asked gently.

She nodded slowly, "are you sure I won't get funny looks during move in? Should I change into something masc before we get there?"

"No, you will do no such thing. It's a co-ed dorm, Ren. And I'm literally right down the hall," Roman shook his head.

Renee glanced down at her palm, "do you think I'll meet my soulmate today? I mean there's gonna be a lot of people there and it is a fem day…"

Roman smiled, "anything is possible, sis. Just keep being your beautiful self."

Thoughts of soulmates reminded Roman of his own frustrating mark. He kinda wondered what his soulmate’s mark said. Guess he'd think it sooner or later.

After the slightest confusion at sign in, he and Renee were ready to move into their dorm rooms. He decided to help Renee with her stuff first (and to make sure any roommate would know who they had to answer to). They were carrying in their first boxes and found her roommate already unpacked and chilling out at a desk with a book on existential philosophers.

The boy looked up and Roman and smiled extending a hand as he and Renee set down their boxes, "you must be Remus. I'm Janus. Nice to meet you."

Roman glared and opened his mouth to reprimand Janus but Renee spoke up first, "actually, I'm Renee!" she took Janus’ hand and shook it, "Remus is my legal name."

"Oh. Oh, my apologies! You would think I would know not to assume," Janus laughed uncomfortably, "sorry, Renee. It's charming to meet you."

"I'm Roman, her twin brother," Roman's mouth twitched. He was ready to cause a scene if things went south.

"Well, actually this is rather fortunate," Janus looked between the two twins, "I get the feeling you two will be understanding. I'm nonbinary and go by sie/sier pronouns. Again, I apologize for assuming. I hope we can get off on a better second impression."

Renee giggled, "that's so cool! I'm actually genderfluid. We can talk more later though, Roman and I still have to unpack all his stuff too."

Roman sighed in relief and turned to go get the next load of Renee's stuff.

After moving all her boxes from the car, Renee and Janus both helped Roman move his stuff into a room just down the hall from them. Even with moving Renee first, Roman’s roommate was nowhere to be found and he wondered if he lucked out with a no-show roommate and accidental single dorm room.

Renee was bubbly and excited, talking about her roommate and sier interests and opinions. Renee was already pretty infatuated with sier. Roman started to unpack his clothing.

"Ro, this is going to be the best! I'm so excited I can't contain it!" she started bouncing on the bed. Roman chuckled and pulled her into a tight hug.

Just then he saw a boy drowning in a purple and black hoodie stop at the door, double-checking the door number. He was so skinny, the only thing Roman could think was Tim Burton Reject but like Cute. The boy caught sight of Roman and Renee hugging and Roman almost thought he saw the 5 stages of grief flash through his eyes.

"Uh, should I come back later? I think this is my room…"

Roman grinned and walked over to the door, "come on in! Virgil right?" Virgil nodded, "hi, I'm Roman! This is Renee. Need help with your stuff?"

Renee waved and Virgil set his box down, "um sure, thanks."

Renee fiddled with her skirt, "Ro, I'm gonna go change."

"Okay, cool. Name when you get back?"

She skipped out of the room, "Reagan! Thanks Ro!"

Roman chuckled and smiled at Virgil, "you'll get used to them. They're genderfluid and switch kinda frequently."

Virgil nodded and started back down the hall to his car, "how long have you known each other?" His voice was tinted with barely noticeable jealousy.

"Since the day we were born. Reagan is my twin," Roman followed his roommate, oblivious to the confusion on his face.

"Wait.. siblings… ohhhh, oh thank god," Virgil was wide-eyed.

"What?"

"I thought Renee was your girlfriend. That would have been awkward," Virgil flushed with embarrassment and Roman broke out laughing.

"Wow, that's a first! I've never been told my sib looked like my S.O.! You're funny Virge!" Roman hit Virgil on the back in a friendly pat that sent the smaller boy stumbling forward.

They quickly moved the few boxes Virgil had brought into the room and both boys started unpacking. The room was tensely quiet until Reagan came barreling back into the room with their roommate in tow.

"Oh my God! You guys!! Janus is the sweetest bitch," their eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"All I did was offer to help with classwork," Janus mumbled. Sie looked at Roman and Virgil and could feel the awkwardness in the room that Reagan was oblivious to, "so, anyone know a good ice breaker?"

Roman and Virgil replied at the same time, "polar bears."

Janus snorted, trying to contain sier amusement, "not quite what I meant, but A for effort."

"Ooh, have either of you two met your soulmates?" Reagan grinned at Virgil and Janus.

"My birthday is in a couple of months, so I have no idea," Virgil shrugged, taping up an MCR poster.

Janus rolled sier eyes, "no, I'm not really trying to find them either. Their first impression of me is disappointment anyway and you know how impossible it is to correct a bad first impression."

Roman laughed, "I feel like I'm looking for the impossible! My soulmate’s first impression is that I'm straight . How?" he held up the pride flag that he was preparing to hang above his bed.

"I could imagine it if the first time they saw you, you were… I don't know, hugging your sister," Virgil coughed suspiciously.

"Well, I will quickly correct them. Shoot, I forgot to ask. Virgil are you okay with queer stuff all over my side of the room? Because if not we have a problem," Roman smiled nervously and Reagan snickered at him. He supposed he should have figured this out before outing Reagan to Virgil but better late than never.

"You're good, Princey. I might not be flamboyant but I'm definitely gay," Virgil smiled softly.

"How lucky you're rooming together," Janus smirked, "should we dismantle one of the beds now?"

Reagan howled with laughter as Roman and Virgil both vehemently denied that suggestion, faces redder than strawberries.

"Give it a month, Jan," they snickered, wiping a tear from their eye.

"Indeed, bet?"

"20 bucks says you're on."

"We're right here!" Virgil protested.

"Shut up, you know I love you guys," Janus replied smoothly.

"No. No, I don't know that," Virgil flipped up his hood to hide his face from the others and pulled out his DVD collection to sort it. Roman glanced over and gave a triumphant shout.

"I knew it! Corpse Bride, Alice in Wonderland, Nightmare Before Christmas, Beetlejuice? I knew you'd be into Tim Burton!" Roman grinned happily, "fantastic movies!"

"How? We've known each other for like an hour…" Virgil was confused.

"Ah, I think it was the hoodie. You just look like one of his characters, you know?" Roman's grin turned sheepish.

"Fair enough. That is my aesthetic," Virgil shrugged.

"So should we leave you two future love birds alone now or…?" Reagan chuckled. They could tell Roman liked his roommate a lot, even if he wasn't outwardly flirting.

"Excellent idea, Reagan. We can cause more mischief elsewhere," Janus turned to leave with Reagan following close behind sier.

The first semester of classes went chaotically fast. True to Reagan's prediction, Roman and Virgil started dating within weeks. Despite outward dissimilarities, the two made for a good couple, balancing each other's sweetness and snark and flair and dramatics.

Roman couldn’t help but feel nervous as the clock ticked closer to midnight. Winter vacation had been hard enough with Virgil on the other side of the country, but tomorrow was his birthday and Roman was anxious to figure out if the connection he felt with his boyfriend was as deep and as fated as he wanted it to be.

They were facetiming when the alarm Roman had set for midnight went off.

"Happy birthday, my chemically imbalanced romance!" Roman grinned as Virgil shook his head at the nickname, "where's the mark?"

Virgil chuckled, "can't I enjoy being legally adult for two minutes?"

"Virgillllll please?" Roman pleaded, puffing out his lip.

"Fine. I think it's on the back of my neck though. Hang on," Virgil turned off the camera to take a photo while Roman waited impatiently.

Roman couldn’t see his face but he could hear Virgil’s soft gasp, "what is it, love?"

"Did you really think that about me, Roman?" Virgil sounded upset and Roman wished he would turn the camera back on.

"I don't know, V, what does it say? Please turn the camera back on," Roman prodded gently.

The camera flicked back on and Roman could see the back of Virgil’s neck with a single line of shiny scarlet text, "Tim Burton Reject but like Cute."

"Your first thought of me was that I was a reject??" Virgil brought the camera back to his face and Roman could just make out the line of a tear cutting through his makeup.

"Virgil, it's not like that-"

"Well, it sure looks like it! Either that was your first impression of me or we aren't soulmates! I have to live with this on my skin for the rest of my life I deserve to know!"

Roman glared at Virgil, "quite hypocritical considering I have to live with the fact you thought I was dating my own sibling written across my ass!" Roman took a deep breath before continuing, "yes, my first thought of you wasn't the kindest phrasing. First impressions are so often very wrong. People aren't static pictures, they're living art. Just look at Remus; he's constantly changing. And I've seen you change in so many ways the past four months, Virgil. I would never call you a reject now. I'm sorry I did back then."

Roman watched Virgil’s face as he finished his apology. To his surprise, Virgil started to laugh, low and quiet at first but quickly growing.

"You were right though. I was so skinny, so dark, and so edgy- I think just about anyone would have agreed with you. I think you got the short end of the soulmate stick, Ro, because now you're stuck with me, the Tim Burton Reject," Virgil's smile was wide and genuine and Roman clasped his hand to his chest in relief.

"Oh my goodness, you scared me. I thought I was going to be single! Who knew your birthday was the actual nightmare before Christmas," both of them laughed at that, "goodnight love. Text me when you open your present."

Roman smiled as Virgil saluted and ended the call.

Thank the stars they actually were soulmates.

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