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Believe in nothing you hear, and only one half that you see. --Edgar Allan Poe--

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[candied-peach]

ao3: “like you would know” rating: T warnings: prinxiety, hanahaki disease, blood, remus :p genre: fluff and humor description:  Roman has a secret. Unfortunately for him, his brother knows it. ( day 11: “I tried not to let these things affect me. They affected me quickly and obviously.” — Richard Laymon @tsshipmonth2020 )

"You realize it's obvious that you like him, right?" Remus asks. Roman sputters, his face burning hectic red.

"I have no idea what you mean," Roman insists, haughty.

"I literally just caught you staring at Virgil's ass," Remus points out. Roman's blush intensifies.

"Shut up," Roman hisses. "He'll hear you."

"Will he?" Remus asks in interest. "I can say it louder. HEY V-" Roman claps his hand over his brother's mouth, cringing when Remus licks the palm of his hand.

"I probably have a disease now," Roman mutters, wiping his hand on the fabric of his pants and dragging Remus to the dubious safety of his room. At least there, he can soundproof the damn thing, no matter what Remus chooses to shout about Roman's feelings for Virgil. Asshole.

"I know something else, too," Remus singsongs, sitting on Roman's bed and kicking up his shoes. Roman cringes. He's going to have to do so much laundry later.

"What?" Roman asks. "And get your shoes off the furniture."

"Do you really want my bare feet on your bed?" Remus asks.

"...No," Roman says. Remus cackles in delight.

"You gonna tell your big bro that you've been coughing up flower petals?" Remus asks smugly.

"You're my little brother," Roman corrects automatically, then flushes as red as his sash. "What?"

"Looked in your garbage," Remus says, sticking a hand in his pocket and pulling out a handful of bloody purple flower petals. Some of them are still stuck together. Roman scrunches his nose in disgust.

"Stay out of my trash," he says. "And that means nothing, I'm sure. A mere aberration."

"Or it means that you have something you won't tell Virgil because you're an idiot, and it's going to kill you," Remus says bluntly. "And as much as I'd like to be the only Creativity around here, I'd rather do it like Scar and Mufasa you to death, not watch you do it to yourself because you're too much of a coward to open your mouth and vomit up those juicy, juicy feelings for old Virgey."

"Don't say juicy in that context," Roman says. "And that- you don't understand, I don't want to upset Virgil, what if my feelings aren't returned?"

"Then you'll come back here, cry on my shoulder, go through a dozen pints of ice cream, and sing all the sad Disney songs you know," Remus says impatiently. "It's easy. You just talk. I do it all the time!"

Roman swallows. His throat aches, phantom pains from the flowers slowly engulfing his lungs stabbing the delicate tissues. Remus made it sound so easy. Maybe it was easy when you were a literal trash rat who spouted all your feelings at the top of your lungs, but that- that had never been Roman. Dramatic gestures, of course, but this... This is too important.

"Virgil might surprise you, you know," Remus says, surprisingly serious. "Even if he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. It's better than dying, isn't it? Maybe it's not. Hey, can you imagine lying under a garbage truck while-"

"No," Roman interrupts his brother hastily. "No, I can't. I don't even know what to say."

"It's easy," Remus says. "Here, lemme get Virgil so you can practice on the real deal."

"Wait, no-" Roman says, alarmed, but before he can do anything, Remus has disappeared and Virgil stands, blinking and confused, in his place.

"Roman?" Virgil asks hesitantly. "What is Remus up to?"

"Being an idiot," Roman mutters. "I don't know. I- I'm sorry. You can go. This is a dumb idea, I shouldn't-" He rambles, and as he rambles, he can feel the thorns sink in deeper. He coughs, broken and wet, and feels flower petals fill his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Virgil asks, peering at his suddenly rapidly paling face. "I uh, I can get Patton and Logan, um-"

"I'm fine," Roman insists, spitting the petals out as discreetly as he can into one hand. "I simply..." He sighs. Maybe Remus is right, loathe as he is to admit it.

"Remus thinks that I should tell you something," Roman manages to grit out. "I uh...well. I'm in love with you," he blurts out, like yanking off a band-aid. Virgil blinks at him.

"I'm sorry," Roman says, his heart sinking even as the flowers slowly start to disappear. "I shouldn't-"

"You're an idiot, Princey," Virgil says, flinging himself at Roman and burying his face in Roman's very baffled shoulder. "I've loved you for months. Remus has been trying to get me to confess ever since he found me writing your name in cursive hearts in my poetry notebook."

"That's- you write poetry?" Roman asks, distracted. "Wait, no, I-" He coughs, harder this time, and the last purple flower pushes its way into his mouth. He yanks it out and stares at it in surprise. It's beautiful.

"You had Hanahaki disease?!" Virgil squawks. "Oh god, Roman, I- I had no idea, you- oh my god, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Roman says, carefully setting the purple bloom on his desk and turning back to take Virgil into his arms. "I'm amazing. I feel like I could fly. You?" Lavender spreads under Virgil's eyes as he grins tentatively back.

"Same," he whispers.

"Toldja!" Remus's cackle fills the air. Roman flips off his brother without looking at the door and after a moment, Virgil follows suit. Remus snickers.

"I owe Logan five bucks," Remus says. "I thought it would take more for you to confess."

"You bet on my death?" Roman shrieks, outraged. Remus flees the room, laughing the entire way.

"Anyway," Virgil says. "I love you. Is that- is that okay?"

"It's brilliant," Roman assures his newfound love, tightening his embrace. "May I kiss you?"

Virgil's eyes are very soft when he murmurs, "yes."

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Echoes of Our Future, Ch. 1: Where is Everybody, Pocket Protector?

Where is Everybody, Pocket Protector? - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ] CW: Swearing (right out the gate, thanks, Remus), spoopy/horror

For @tsshipmonth2020 Echoes of the Past October Writing Event. Day 1: "Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see." — Edgar Allen Poe ---

“Hey, Pocket Protector, where the fuck is everybody?”

Logan closed his eyes and counted down from seven when his bed suddenly creaked and Remus’ half bored, half grating voice announced his presence in the room.

“Can’t you ever knock, Remus?”

The Creative Side seemed to ponder the question, drumming and somehow clacking his fingers against his chin. Finally, he shrugged. “Yeah, I think so.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice muffled. “Then why don't you?”

“Now you’re asking the right questions, Nerdy Wolverine.” he disappeared and there was a delicate knock on the door, but before Logan could stand to answer it, Remus reappeared, sitting cross-legged in his desk.

“Remus! I was in the middle of something! My schedules—” he snapped, then his voice softened when he realized Remus wasn't actually touching his desk, but instead was hovering an inch above it's surface. He sat back in his chair,  his quiet sigh of exasperation sounding more like a growl. He massaged his temple wi5h one hand and glared up at Remus without speaking, certain whatever he said, he might regret.

Remus just grinned and pointed to Logan’s head. “That’s why!” He hopped off and conjured a chair identical to Logan's, but flipped it around and sat backwards on it, arms crossed over the back where he tested his chin. He batted his lashes up at Logan with a little cackle. “You’re cute when you’re angry.” He shivered and Logan couldn't tell how much was for show and how much was genuine. “Terrifying, but cute.”

Logan rolled his eyes and swiveled his chair back to face his schedules. He'd nearly worked in the new adjustments they'd needed for the YooTooz filming, even after the schedule had been thrown into shambles from the last minute photo shoot. “What is it that you want, Remus? I am quite busy.”

“You may be brilliant, Lo Lo, but you don't always listen.” Remus rested his cheek on his own arms, watching for the light bulb moment.

“Wait,” Remus grinned and sat when Logan finally exclaimed. “What do you mean where is everybody?”

“You even phrased it in the form of a question!” Remus clapped.

Ignoring the outburst, Logan continued. “The others should all be—” He glanced at his watch and his eyes grew wide. Was it really that late already? He looked longingly at his perfectly made bed—somehow Remus’ use of it as a trampoline hadn't marred the smooth bedspread. Logan had been hoping to get at least a few hours of sleep before the others rose but surely even Virgil would’ve slunk down for a cup of coffee by eleven am.

“Well, I imagine they've finished breakfast and are…” He perused the day’s calendar. “Roman planned to finish a fresh draft of the script for the next video, Virgil and Janus are due to see Picani in a half an hour and Patton is usually elbow deep in cookie dough by now.”

Remus leaned forward, his face suddenly serious. “Do you smell cookies baking, Lo Lo?” He met Logan’s eyes and there was a flash of genuine worry behind their constant manic dancing in their sockets. “Cause I sure don't.”

“Nobody's out there, Lo. It's just you and me.”

“Remus!” Logan closed his eyes and let his head hang back against the headrest. He took in a slow, measured breath before his eyes snapped open and he glared at the Creative Side. “If this is just one of your stupid pranks.”

“You know none of my pranks are stupid, Lo Lo. Childish? Dangerous? Demented? Sure.” He shimmied his shoulders, manic grin painted across his face. “Never stupid.” Logan remained silent and simply raised one eyebrow. “I swear, Lo. no prank. NObody’s out there. You don't know how relieved I was to still see you.”

That nearly broke all of Logan’s willful suspension of disbelief but he signed again and slowly got up from his chair. He glared at Remus and straightened his tie, then held out his hand toward the door. “After you,” he said, lipss pulled into a tight scowl. 

“Thanks, Lo Lo. C’mon.”

Remus opened the door and they were n’t in the upstairs hall, but they stepped through ot the living room, as though they stepped right through the DVD case next to the stairwell. Logan turned around and touched the wall, looking for a trap or any remnants of whatever door or portal they must have just slipped through.

“I don’t understand, Remus. We were just in my room. There’s no way you were able to accurately replicate my bedroom.”

“Lo Lo…” Remus began.

“And this looks just like Thomas’s living room. Where have you taken us—”

“Lo Lo, look…” 

Logan finally turned away from the wall and looked out toward the kitchen. The dining table and the counter were still there, but in the place of the kitchen was a large revolving door, slowly spinning. Logan approached it slowly, nearly close enough to touch it before Rmeu suddenly yanked his hand back. 

“Don’t just go touching things you don’t understand!” Remus scoffed and rolled his eyes. He picked up an empty soda can off the kitchen counter and tossed it at the revolving doors. It fell to the floor and was swept along in the movement of the door until it completed its circle and the little can reappeared, bouncing and rolling along on the floor, continuing to be rolled along by the door.

“Good thinking, Remus. A trial run.” Logan tilted his head, brow furrowed, and watched the can go through three rotations. Each time it reappeared, it appeared undamaged, and, although he wasn’t keeping an accurate time, seemed to emerge at a consistent rate. He looked around on the counter and plucked an apple from the fruit bowl and tossed that inside.

The apple behaved similarly, bumping along in a different compartment than the can, but appeared undamaged on each revolution. “I think before we try it ours—” Logan turned to face Remus but stood frozen, mouth still forming his last word. Remus turned around and looked.

The entire living room was gone. The patio, the staircase, everything was just gone, swallowed up in an empty grey mist. Remus grabbed another apple from the counter and beamed it across the room. It should have struck the glass sliding doors, or at least the blinds.

They never even heard the apple land, the sound swallowed up by the thick grey mist.

“We gotta get the fuck outta here, Lo Lo!” Remus started to pull Logan toward the revolving doors. The refrigerator was half-enveloped in the same mist and he could no longer see the kitchen window.

Logan scanned the room, eyes casting uselessly into the grey mist. There was no sign or sound of anyone else. They must have all gone through the door already. His eyes landed on the empty dining table and he tugged Remus’ sleeve. “Wait, were those always there?” He pointed to a folded street map with print too small to read from where they stood, a book with a gold gilded cover that looks suspiciously like the frame of the revolving door, and a key.

He picked up the book. It was blank, save for an inscription on the first page. Logan read it aloud.

"Believe in nothing you hear, and only one half that you see." — Edgar Allan Poe

“Poe? Really? Who gives a fuck!” The mist had begun to swallow up the table, as well. “None of us are gonna be there in a minute, let’s go!”

Still clutching the book, Logan scooped up the map and the key just before Remus dragged him through the door and the world went black.

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I posted 492 times in 2022

140 posts created (28%)

352 posts reblogged (72%)

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I tagged 291 of my posts in 2022

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#untypical creations - 104 posts

#sanders sides - 87 posts

#sanders side fic - 85 posts

#fanfic - 84 posts

#reblog - 78 posts

#remus sanders - 66 posts

#logan sanders - 62 posts

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#5

The Logical Exception Photo Gallery

Art by @dillydallydove

Logan closed his eyes and though he was still angry at the situation, angry at himself, he wasn’t angry at Roman. He knew he had hurt his brother, and he would never be able to fix that. There was a resignation in his soul. He had already given his life up for his brothers once, what was a second time?

The Logical Exception: Chapter 32 on Ao3

The Logical Exception: Chapter 32 on YouTube

53 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#4

The Logical Exception!

Hello Everyone! I semi-recently reached 1,000 subscribers on YouTube 🎉 As a thank you to everyone who supported me I recorded one of my longer stories! It was a lot of work but I'm excited with the way it turned out. Not only did I record this story but I also commissioned some amazing artists to help with a few scene pictures! I will be releasing those sporadically tomorrow with the quotes that inspired them but if you want to check them out now please check out my video!

Thank you again to @yourmypenguin @treeni @birdsongisland @dndndrawings @cephy-the-squid @lickoutyourbrains @asofterfan @dillydallydove @thepastelpeach @dragonjadearts @leconcombrerit

Please pay the artists some love as they are fantastic!

72 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#3

Looking for artists for quick turn-around commissions! I need the piece before the end of May 30th!

I'm working on a voice recording project and looking for a specific number of pictures from different artists, each one of course paid for, but I still have a few spots to fill. Please contact me if you are interested and if not, please repost so I can reach artists who might be!

I'm so excited for how this is going to turn out and thank you all for your help!

73 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#2

New Year Old Trope - Fourth Wall Break

Logan's Letter

To Whom It May Concern,

I am not sure how you are able to see this, or even if this is coming through properly. Afterall, this is uncharted territory in terms of scientific thought. It shouldn’t be possible for a fictional character to address someone from the material world, yet here we are. If I am to be given this chance, I want to make the most of it and clear up some misconceptions that I believe may exist. Some of you may not need this message, and if that’s the case, I am thankful. However, some of you have gone far too long without hearing these indisputable facts.

You are enough. No matter where you are in your life right now, you are enough. You may grow and change in the future, and that growth will be needed, but who you are right now is still enough.

Self-Care looks different for different people. What fulfills you won’t always fulfill others and vice versa, you must find the things that bring you joy and peace. Self-Care is essential, do not deny yourself something you need.

You deserve to be listened to. Your thoughts, ideas, likes, and interests are valid, and you deserve a space to be heard.

Progress is inevitable. Your days, months, or even years of dedication, work, and practice are not for naught. You have progressed, and you will continue to do so.

I am proud of you. Each task you accomplish is an accomplishment, celebrate them, no matter how small.

All that is to say, you are a wonderful human. I appreciate having you as a fan. Keep going.

Sincerely Yours,

Logan

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99 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Logical Exception Photo Gallery!

Art by @yourmypenguin

Now Anxiety would attack. Logan had their moves memorized just like the periodic table of elements. He slid quickly to the wall, pushing himself flat against it as the shadows shot towards Morality instead. Anxiety was also slower than normal. Was this a side effect of the Creativity twins' disappearance? Again, another question for later. Logan reached up, moving the lock on the fire escape with his powers, it barely hung on. That was move two.

The Logical Exception: Chapter 1 on Ao3

The Logical Exception: Chapter 1 on YouTube

163 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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[tsspromptmonth]

AU August!

Most people love a great AU, so let’s spend the month of August celebrating as many AUs as we can! As per usual, we like to post our lists early so that everyone has the time they need to create! We highly encourage Fic writers, Artists, and anyone in between to submit their work. Make sure to Tag this blog as well as #TSSAUgust. We reblog everything we are tagged in.

Below is a picture of all of the AUs and their dates, I will include the full list below that as well!

Coffee Shop

Theater

Demons/Angel

Borrowers

Apocalyptic Apocalyps

Roommates

Flower Shop

Winged

Pirate

Fake Dating/Arranged Marriage

School

Family

Kingdom

Side Swap

Your Pick! (Combine a few, choose something we don't list, you have free reign)

Competition

Social Media

Band

Amnesia

Mermaids

Arist

Space

Tattoo Parlor

Different time Period

Super Powers

Soulmate

Supernatural Creatures (Vampires, Werewolves, Ect.)

Hospital

Magic

Gods

Close to Canon (I like to call this Canon, but slightly to the left)

#TSSAUgust #tsshipmonth2020 #mod raven #writing promt #Sanders sides writing #ts writing

[maybedefinitely404]

Day 30: Dukexiety

Day 30 - When you look in the mirror, you can’t see your own reflection, just your soulmate. (Never heard of this prompt before, so I guessed)

Content warnings: maybe some anxiety? Just some wholesome for ya.

Word count: 1.5k

This ficlet is dedicated to @marshymoop. 

Virgil was told he had brown hair; the color of a walnut. Sometimes if he grew it out long enough, he could just catch a glimpse of the color when it fell into his eyes. Apparently those were brown too. 

A friend of his mom’s was an artist and had drawn him when he’d turned thirteen, but it hadn’t looked right. The face staring back at him from the canvas didn’t feel like his at all. He didn’t recognize the curve to the nose or the bags under the eyes; it just looked like a stranger. The more he looked, the more uneasy he felt, and he’d tucked it into the back corner of his closet, never to look at it again.

His reflection, where he’d seen the face of his soulmate since he was a baby, was far more familiar to him.

Black hair streaked with white.

Sharp green eyes.

A smattering of freckles over olive skin.

Sometimes it was odd, smearing makeup under eyes that weren’t technically his, and trying to fix hair that was shorter than what showed in the reflection, but it was a problem everyone had until they met their soulmate. He just hoped that the dark clothes looked as good on the real him as it did on his reflection. 

 ---

Virgil was struggling to focus on the textbook paragraph in front of him when his phone chimed. It was a welcome distraction from the existential quandaries that came with Philosophy 103. Just a quick break, he promised. 

 Remus: heyyyyyyy

 Aaaand there was that plan out the window. He couldn’t care less though, studying be damned, because now his heart was pounding and a nearly painful smile was stretching his cheeks. It had been a week since Remus had messaged him, and the pent up joy was all coming out at once. 

 You’re back! He replied amidst flapping hands. How was camping? His fingers hesitated over the keyboard. 

 I missed your messages. I missed you. I was lonely.  

 He said nothing.

 Remus: i caught a squirrel. i couldn’t keep it though

 Virgil: Did you name it at least?

 That’s adorable. You’re adorable and a goof and amazing.

 Remus: Yep. Squirrely Temple

 A picture message showed up moments later, showing a surprisingly relaxed squirrel sitting in a styrofoam cup, a single peanut clasped in it’s little hands. The taker of the photo wasn’t visible, though that was to be expected. 

The next one featured what Virgil assumed was the same squirrel, this time wearing a crudely constructed paper top hat. It held another peanut, and once again seemed shockingly unconcerned. 

The photo was quickly replaced with a call screen and Virgil accepted it eagerly, still laughing.

 “Did you see the squirrel?” Remus asked excitedly, to which Virgil could only laugh harder.

 “Why is it in a hat?” He wheezed.

 “I made it out of sap and a brochure I found. I think Squirrely Temple looked rather dapper.” The grin was evident in Remus’ voice.

 “And you didn’t keep it?” Virgil inelegantly kicked his schoolwork off the bed to lay across it, grabbing his fidget cube from the side table.

 “Nah, something about preserving wildlife and not having enough room at home,” he yawned, “Me an’ Roman gave him plenty of peanuts before we left though. A whole pile on a wood stump.”

 “You sound tired,” Virgil teased. There was a small twinge in his chest at the idea of Remus going to bed already. He’d been off the grid for a week. Virgil was loath to admit, but he’d missed his friend more than expected. 

 “I think my body just sees an actual bed and the ‘tired’ protocol is,” Another yawn, “activated.”

 Virgil yawned in tandem. “You should probably sleep, then.” He tried to keep the disappointment from his voice. 

 “Take your own advice, and I’ll consider. When’s the last time you got six hours of sleep?”

 “Consecutively?” 

 Remus snorted. There was a whoosh of air as he dropped onto his bed, and a brief lull in the conversation before he spoke up. “I think I’d rather talk to you than sleep, actually.”

 Damn, how was he supposed to respond to that? He pressed a cool hand to his reddening cheeks, glad the other couldn’t see him. “Wow, is that genuine emotion coming from Remus?” Virgil retorted instead. We can talk for hours if you want. I missed talking to you. 

 “My bad, I think I still have some fresh air in my system.”

 God, he’d missed him. A single week had felt like a whole year without their constant interaction and updates throughout their days. They’d only known each other for months (had it only been months?) but in that time, talking to each other had become so ingrained in their lives, it seemed wrong to not wake up with his phone blown up from messages. It was so effortless, wasting hours away but feeling like no time had passed at all. It meant the world to Virgil.

 And despite their jokes and snarky conversations, he had a feeling it meant a lot to Remus too.

 It was as if he blinked, and the sun had set in the sky. The room had gradually turned dark as ink but Virgil couldn’t be bothered to flip on the lights, not when he was so captivated by Remus’ voice as he recounted his family camping trip. He didn’t notice nor care; this was more important.

Only when Remus’ yawns grew closer and closer together did it occur to him that the other was several hours ahead, blasted timezones. It would be early morning there.

 “I think you should try to sleep,” Virgil grinned as Remus tried and failed to keep talking through another yawn.

 “Maybe,” He sighed.

 “Talk tomorrow?” For the first night in a bit, Virgil felt that same, familiar warm bubble in his chest.

 “I actually had a question for you, first.”

 Pop.

 Remus sounded uncharacteristically nervous, putting Virgil on edge instantly. Everything he’d ever done wrong flooded through his mind. Oh god, how did he find out about the third grade Christmas concert?

 “Do you want to vid chat?” He blurted.

 Virgil’s breath caught in his throat.

  “Like, tomorrow. Or not. It’s okay if not.”

 Remus never stuttered. Something about it was unbelievably adorable. 

 “Just for fun, because we haven’t before, but if you don’t want to there’s no pressure-”

 “Yes.”

 All blubbering screeched to a halt on the other end, and Virgil couldn’t decide if his predominant emotion was anxiety or excitement. Besottedness, maybe? Either way, it made his face heat up to the tips of his ears and his feet wiggle.

 “Yes?”

 “Yeah, let’s do it.”

 “Okay!” Remus let out a relieved laugh that bordered on a giggle, “When?”

 “I end classes at one tomorrow.” 

 The man murmured his way through timezone math for a moment. “Yeah! Yeah, okay! I can do that! Yes!”

 Virgil bit his lip, but a laugh made its way through anyways. “I can’t wait.”

 -----------

 Whatever confidence Virgil had developed the day before, it had completely evaporated by the next morning. His mind wandered during classes, too busy coming up with worst case scenarios. What if the connection sucked? What if they spoke over each other and it was awkward? What if they had nothing to talk about and it got awkward? What if they weren’t compatible face to face? It added a whole new layer to their relationship they hadn’t explored before.

 What if they weren’t friends by the end of it? 

 He was equal parts relieved and petrified when his final class ended and there was nothing between him and the call. The whole walk back to his dorm was spent watching the numbers on the clock tick by, each minute sending a rush of adrenaline through him until he was sure he’d collapse from nerves right there on the path way. 

A text from Remus came through three minutes before their agreed time.

 Remus: Ready?

 NO, he wanted to scream. There were too many variables, they were leaving the comfort zone and that’s where Virgil thrived!

 Virgil: 5 mins

 He set up his computer and paced around his room for the remainder of his time. His eyes caught a blur of motion in the mirror and he turned to his reflection, his flapping hands slowing as he studied the face before him as he’d done hundreds of times before. Not his face, but the only one he knew as his.

A part of him was suddenly weighed by guilt as he looked into those bright eyes, because the guiltier part of him knew what he had was a crush. A helpless one, at that. And a hopeless one. What was the point pining after someone when the universe had already handpicked someone else for him? 

Stupid universe and it’s stupid soulmates. 

The chime of an incoming call startled him out of his reverie and he swore under his breath. He tried to soothe down his hair, rub the stress from his eyes, but it was hopeless when he couldn’t see if it actually looked okay.

He sat in his desk chair and took a few measured breaths before clicking accept. The video stuttered and glitched before it finally settled, and Virgil’s breath caught in his throat. 

 Black hair streaked with white.

 Sharp green eyes.

 A smattering of freckles over olive skin. 

 The silence stretched between them for achingly long before Remus beamed into the camera, and it was the most beautiful thing Virgil had ever seen.

 “Well, hello there, soulmate.”

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[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 7

Day 7 - There is a string tied around your pinky that only you can see, the end of it leads to your soulmate.

Pairing(s): Kid AU! Intrulogical

TWs: Remus being Remus [though not overly so, he’s like, 9 here], some swearing

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Remus Castillo and Logan Smith were two very different children; former was creative and bursting with chaotic energy, while the latter preferred to be more logical, more stable. One studied hard into the night despite his young years, the other decided that a good time was filling a blender with crayons and silly putty to see what would happen. Both attended different schools, lived a good distance apart, and neither of their families knew the other existed.

What could possibly bring together such opposing forces?

If your answer wasn’t being forcibly dragged kicking and screaming from the local museum by security for tampering with the exhibits and screaming about historical theft, then congratulations; you’re most likely still sane.

How did these very different children meet, you ask? 

The story began on a Friday lunchtime - as all good stories often do - when Sanders Elementary and Faraday Academy For Gifted Children both booked their museum visits for the same time slot. Thankfully, the museum staff speculated that they could indeed handle two classes of fourth graders at once - those poor, unfortunate souls - and decided to start both classes off on either sides of the museum with a little overlap.

Logan entered the foyer with his peers, gazing around at the array of trinkets and treasures adorning the space. Though he hungered for knowledge of all kinds, his heart was set on the cosmos, reaching for a copy of the museum’s map when his hand was blocked by another. He recoiled and turned to face the other; a boy with tanned skin as opposed to his own pasty complexion, with wild green eyes that bore into Logan’s own, and a grin like a shark about to snap Logan’s hand up in it’s jaws.

“I call dibs, four eyes!”

Logan huffed, straightening his glasses, “There are plenty of maps to go around, there is no need for rudeness-”

“Why do you talk like you’ve got a stick up your ass?”, the boy asked with no hint of remorse nor shame, “Just talk like a regular kid, jeez!”

Logan was flabbergasted. No one had ever talked to him like that before. Then again, no one ever really talked to him in general. Perhaps that was why his lonely little brain could only think to stammer out, 

“Who ARE you!?”

The boy roared with laughter, “Wow, thats all you have to say!? And they call ME weird!” , he shot a hand out towards Logan’s, not removing the one touching the map, “I’m Remus! What’s your name, frankenstein?”

Logan huffed, “Logan Smith. And you know,”, he began, puffing his chest out proudly as he yanked the map away, “Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster, therefore, you’re not insulting me-”

Without hesitation, Remus leant into Logan’s space and licked the map, causing Logan to jolt back and drop it. Picking up his spoils, Remus chuckled manically, “You look smart but you’re super dumb. Frankenstein IS the monster, dumbass, that’s the whole point.”. Without waiting for Logan’s rebuttal, Remus made his way back to his class, leaving Logan to frustratedly grab another map and return to his class, unaware of the string that formed around his pinky…

The tour was everything Logan had hoped for; an informative romp through space and time, enjoying the sights of the planetarium and a walk through a tunnel lined with geodes. And yet, all Logan could think about was that stupid boy who stole HIS map. Hmph! How dare Remus call him stupid! Whatever, at least they would stop soon to have lunch in the Polar Exhibit and he wouldn’t have to think about- 

Oh god dammit.

As they entered the wide circular room, he laid eyes on the boy from before pretending to have gotten his tongue stuck to the giant fake iceberg in the centre of the room. Cheering him on was a gaggle of other children while their teacher seemed more content to just eat his own lunch and try to pretend it wasn’t his problem. Logan huffily stormed over to the nearest empty seat and popped open his Big Hero Six lunchbox, ready to moodily munch his jelly sandwiches when a painfully familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“We meet again, professor!”

Great.

“Remus.”, Logan hissed, though he tried to maintain composure, “A pleasure, I’m sure but I must be-”

“- crazy to run away from your soulmate?”, Remus finished, leaving Logan, once again, speechless.

“E-Excuse me!?”

“Check your pinkie, dingus.”

Logan checked and finally noticed the string, and to his horror, the end of it that tied itself around Remus’ pinkie.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for life! Unless I die, then you’re stuck with my corpse. Oooh! Maybe you can bring me back to life! Really earn that Frankenstein nickname-”

“This HAS to be a mistake!”, Logan squeaked, flustered and shocked by the news, “There’s no way YOU are my soulmate!”

Logan made eye contact with Remus and for a moment the boy looked hurt, but he plastered on a grin and poked Logan in the arm, “Nope! Fate thinks you’re my future husband, so suck it!”

Groaning, Logan let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine, then I suppose you should tell me about yourself, Remus.”. Logan would - for eternity and a day after - deny that the smile Remus gave him made his little heart flutter for the first time.

As the two ate, Remus went into a long tangent about his life and Logan found himself absolutely fascinated. 

Remus Castillo had a twin brother, Roman, who enjoyed Disney movies and being “an overly wordy drama queen”. They had a single father, much like Logan’s own, whose wife had apparently decided she was destined for greater things that didn’t involve unplanned twin boys (Remus’ words, not his). Logan listened as Remus told him all about his family’s culture, having moved from Aguascalientes to Florida a year ago for work related reasons; retelling fond memories of watching the parade of Calaveras along the Avenida Madero with his father and brother each year. Logan found Remus really enjoyed a mixture of colourful and morbid subjects, each tangent sending Remus on a fun winding road down memory lane or through a vague memory of some educational book.

Logan Smith had wanted nothing to do with the boy who’d licked his hand and stolen his map, but as lunch ended and both classes were being called away to their respective classes, he found he didn’t want to be separated from Remus.

Very apparently, Remus didn’t want to either. If they way he was gasping Logan’s arm and hauling him towards the class from Sanders Elementary instead of his own was any indicator. 

“Come on! You can hang with us! Roman won’t mind! And my buddy Remy’s lotsa fun too-”

“Remus Castillo, stop right there.”

Remus indignantly ignored his teacher, plowing through his sentence, “You’ll LOVE my class, they’re all weirdos like us-”

“REMUS!”, barked his teacher, already done with the nine year old terror, “You let that boy go this instant!”

Remus defiantly clung tighter to Logan’s arm, “No!”

“Remus Castillo, you’re to let go NOW.”

“But he’s my soulmate!”, Remus yelled, causing his classmates to chatter excitedly. It made Logan feel a little self conscious, but Remus didn’t seem to care, “Pleeeeease let him come with us!!”

His teacher rubbed his temples as if it could massage the exhaustion away, “That’s nice, but you are NOT going to cause more trouble, soulmate or not!”

By now, even the children and teacher from Logan’s academy were watching the commotion. It came to a head as Remus’ teacher tried to separate the two of them, earning the tiniest war cry from Remus as he stomped on his teacher’s foot and clung fully to Logan like his life depended on it.

“I’M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM! I’LL STAY HERE UNTIL WE’RE A GROSS MUSHY PILE OF SKIN AND BONES IF I HAVE TO!”

With that pleasant image in his brain, Logan decided to perhaps appeal to his own teacher,

“Miss, can Remus perhaps stay with our group so we may avoid further-”

“Absolutely not,”, she turned up her nose at Remus’ display, “Our school has a reputation to uphold, I will not have it sullied by such a rude child.”

Well that backfired. Now both teachers were having to try and separate the two of them. It took two of the museum’s security personnel to finally haul Remus off of Logan, carrying the writhing child as they assured his teacher that they’d put him in the tantrum room. With the way they handled his feral yelling and attempts to grab at any nearby exhibits for something he could use to bash them with, this probably wasn’t their first Rabid Child Rodeo.

Logan watched dejectedly as they hauled his soulmate out of sight while his teacher ordered him to get in line as they continued their tour. He couldn’t focus on any of the various bewitching artifacts that the guide presented to them on their tour of the ancient world though, all he could think about was Remus. Alone. Stuck in some room. Missing out on the exhibits. Missing him.

“....Emile?”, Logan asked the boy standing to his left.

“Yes, Logan?”

“I’m about to do something very, very impulsive.”

“.... Okay?”

“And reckless.”

“...Right-”

“In the name of fate.”

“........”, Emile sighed, “What do you need me to do?”

“Either talk me out of what is likely a terrible decision that will without a doubt go on my permanent record and possibly disappoint my father. Or encourage me so that I may spend time with my soulmate for as long as possible.”

Emile shook his head, “Well, if cartoons have taught me anything, it’s that you’re gonna go for it no matter what I say so...”. He placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder, “Make it good, Logan, I wanna remember the day the untouchable Logan Smith lost his mind.”. With a shared chuckle, Emile let him wind up for whatever he was about to do, while Logan waited for his moment. The tour guide was gesturing to an exhibit of ancient Mayan armour when Logan chose to strike, raising his hand while Emile awaited the fireworks show to come.

“Sir? I have a question.“

“Of course, what is it?”

“Did the museum ask permission to have that armour?”

The guide looked confused while Logan’s teacher looked ready to have an aneurysm.

“I… don’t understand what you mean. Anyway this-”

“I’m merely asking,”, Logan interrupted, ready to keep pushing until he would be  hauled off by security, “because I believe that if it were my culture being mercilessly appropriated and stolen from, I would be rather upset.”

“We’re allowed to have it because it’s for education-”

“But it’s still stealing. And stealing is always wrong, correct?”

“Well, it-”

“It’s a yes or no question, please answer as such-”

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Remus hadn’t expected company in the tantrum room, but he wasn’t complaining as Logan was marched in, looking positively proud of himself in spite of the way the security guard nearly tossed him inside with obvious frustration. With a bright grin, Remus pat the beanbag next to him, positively writhing with unbridled joy, “Spill! What’d you do?!”.

Logan tried to play stoic and prideful, but the excitement cracked through in his voice, “I merely inquired as to why museums considered their historical thievery to be ethically justified until the tour guide got angry and attempted to ignore me.”. “Sick!! Then what!?”, Remus’ delighted eyes met Logan’s with a similar sparkle of mischief.

Logan chuckled as he admired their string of fate, as people called it, slowly pulling his eyes from it to meet Remus’ again, “I screamed. Loudly. For quite the duration. I must say, I’m rather proud of my own lung capacity.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in it.

“Naturally, security came to try and calm the situation.”

“And then they brought you here?”

“No, they attempted to calm me down”, Logan snickered, “But, one of them put a hand on my shoulder rather rudely. So I bit them-” “YOU BIT ‘EM!?”, if Logan could bottle the light that radiated from Remus there and then, he would have, his own smile growing while his soulmate’s grin threatened to tear through his cheeks, “Logan, mi alma, you’re insane! I love it!”

“Mi alma?”, Logan queried, his cheeks losing the great blush war as his face radiated a nice rosy crimson.

“Oh, right!”, Remus explained, “It means ‘my soul’, it’s what people call their boyfriends ‘n’ stuff back home. I figured since you’re my soulmate, it makes sense to call you that!”

For a moment, Remus faltered, “Uh…. if you don’t mind I guess? It’s whatever, I’ll stop if you hate it-”

“No, no, I rather appreciate the sentiment,” , Logan awkwardly smiled back at Remus, “Mi alma?”

The wilder of the two threw his head back in a roar laughter, “Man, your pronunciation sucks! And that’s an easy one!“, he teased as he shuffled his beanbag closer to Logan’s and continued with a wild smile, “Looks like I gotta stay with you for sure now and make sure you get it right! You’re stuck with me, Nerdy Wolverine!”

It would be hard work convincing his father to let him move schools to be with Remus, Logan knew that. Despite the fact his father adored love in all forms and regarded the bond of soulmates as sacred, Logan knew it’d logically be a hard sell to ask his father to not only pull him out of an expensive academy, but also to have him possibly move home or make a rather lengthy commute. 

But as Remus’ had met Logan’s, the latter found himself locking fingers with his wild soulmate, banishing that thought while they still had time together. Whether it would work out right away, after a couple of months, or even over the course of a few years, they’d make it work.

“Falsehood,”, Logan smirked, “I believe it’s you that’s stuck with me.”

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Okay, this one’s the cutest thing hands down. I’m so proud of this one! As a tidbit, I had it in mind that their single fathers were Janus for the twins and Patton for Logan. 

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Dyeing to Meet You

AO3

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary: When your eyes could be the color of any shade of hair dye, Roman is positively upset his soulmate won't change colors. Especially since his color of choice is black. Content Warning: brief mention of kidnapping

Day 27 Prinxiety, background Intrulogical- Your eye color matches the color of your soulmate's hair, even when they dye it.

Roman kinda really hated his soulmate. Most people had brown or yellow eyes. His grandmother had silvery eyes that sparkled in the light. Remus had been a bit surprised when his rosey auburn irises went bleach blond for 3 months and then disappeared completely for a week. It had been pretty good evidence his soulmate was on the swim team so he'd started flirting with all of them, looking for brown eyes with a silver streak.

For the past four years, Roman’s eyes had been jet black. They never lightened, never sparkled, and he was convinced they were costing him leading roles in the school productions.

Roman decided to get even with his soulmate.

First, he got his hair bleached. After two weeks of rehabilitation, he had his hair dyed a bright bloody looking red. ---- Virgil woke up and found that his eyes had changed from bleached to the coolest shade of red ever. It worked so perfectly with his favorite red and black eyeshadow designs. Anytime someone pissed him off, all he had to do was stare at them and they left him alone quickly.

His soulmate had the best taste in color. ---- After a month, Roman’s hair had faded mostly pink and his eyes were still demonic. Not even slightly less black. Perhaps red had been a bit too natural. Next, he bought a bottle of dye and went full purple. It was a terrible job but it had to get the message across. ---- Virgil loved his soulmate. The purple with streaks of pinkish-yellow was absolutely edgier than the red that had faded so quickly. He wondered why the colors were changing so rapidly after natural brown hair for so long but shrugged it off. Perhaps his soulmate was just exploring his own identity. ---- Remus had managed to find Logan once his hair started growing back in its natural color. He was probably more enthusiastic than Roman was about his soulmate. The jet black eyes were still bothering him. It was time to get drastic. ---- Virgil stared in the mirror. One eye was still purple but the other was green. A wide grin broke across his face and he hoped his soulmate kept this style for a while. It was a shame he hadn't found anyone with such wild hair colors yet. Patton was watching for him too but it wasn't easy to find a soulmate unless they did something crazy.

He really wanted to meet them though. ---- Roman was at his wits' end. Nothing got the message across. Nor could he find anyone with wildly colored eyes and jet black hair. He decided it was time for his most daring attempt yet.

He went and got his hair bleached again. After 2 months of getting it progressively lightened he finally had platinum blond hair and was ready for the ultimate revenge.

Full Rainbow.

Roman adored his new look, as gay as he could make his hair, and he laughed every time he thought of his soulmate with rainbow eyes he couldn't change. ---- Virgil had an aesthetic. His eyes were no longer playing by his rules and looked gay as fuck. He guessed his soulmate was a gay boy who was probably very very flamboyant. Well, he wasn't flamboyant but he could match the energy of his tie-dye rainbow eyes. He started wearing rainbow eyeshadow instead of black, citing his eyes as the reason why.

He smiled, knowing his soulmate couldn't get to him. He kept dying his hair black with bangs long enough to hide behind if he didn't want his splash of colors immediately seen. ---- Remus was amazed he'd managed to drag his no-nonsense boyfriend and utterly preppy brother to a music festival. Although he might have been the only one enjoying himself. Logan was standing stoically still as Remus tried to get him to dance along or mosh or anything.

Roman sipped on his drink and stared at the sea of dyed hair, frightened of what kind of person might be his soulmate when Logan pointed out someone and whispered to Remus. Remus dashed off into the crowd and came back dragging another boy about their age with jet black hair and long bangs, head tilted down, and a scowl on his face.

"Let me go! I don't know you and I will press charges!" the boy shouted as Remus brought him back.

"Oh hush up and let destiny work its magic," Remus scolded, shoving the boy towards Roman, "look Ro, he could be your soulmate."

"Remus, you should have talked with him first. That was kidnapping," Logan glared at Remus.

"Eh, what's a felony conviction when true love is on the line?"

"I don't believe in true love, can I go back to my friend now?" the boy stared down at the ground. Roman found him fascinating, everything about him was as black as his own eyes and his sour personality had Roman intrigued.

"What color are your eyes, stranger?" Roman tried to ask warmly. He could see the movement as the boy's eyes flicked to look at him through his bangs.

"Your head looks like a box of crayons, what are you even doing here?" the boy smirked.

"I'm here with my friends, Count Monochrome," Roman scoffed.

"I'm pretty sure you guaranteed I'm never monochromatic," Virgil looked up, tossing his bangs to the side, eyes and eyeshadow on display.

"Oh my…" Roman stared into dazzling rainbows that perfectly matched his hair. Logan elbowed Remus with a smirk.

Virgil laughed, "look, I really dig the purple, and the green, and the red, basically all of it. Please never go back to brown."

"Well, only if you change to something less terrifying!" Roman found his voice again and laughed at Virgil’s shocked expression.

"Wait, you don't like the black?" Virgil asked nervously fingering his hair.

"Look at my eyes and tell me you would," Roman scoffed.

Virgil stepped closer, staring into Roman’s eyes, "I love them. Your eyes look so cool and edgy and mesmerizing. Yeah of course I would like black eyes."

Roman stared back helplessly, breath caught in his throat because of Virgil’s colorful gaze.

"Oh just kiss already!" Remus interjected, snickering at the two.

"Pass," Virgil raised a hand and shot a look at Remus.

"Why not?" Roman asked quietly.

"Uh, we just met. I don't even know your name. And it's possible someone else out there has rainbow hair and black eyes so like, we can't know for sure, right? Not until one of us changes," Virgil took a step back, not liking that he had to explain his thought process.

"You're right, I'm sorry… would you be willing to test the theory with me?" Roman backed off. He liked this rainbow-eyed emo and couldn't put his finger on why, "I'm Roman, what's your name?" he offered a hand to shake.

Virgil ignored the offered hand, "Virgil, and sure. We can try. What did you have in mind, Roman?"

"Well, you dig the purple, right?" ---- Roman was much better at dyeing other people's hair than his own. Virgil let him bleach out a swath of black and color it with the purple Roman had leftover. They avoided each other’s eyes until the dye was set and Virgil had rinsed and washed it well. He came out of the shower with his black skinny jeans on and a towel wrapped around his shoulders, stained black and purple from years of use. Roman looked up and met his eyes.

Virgil gasped. Instead of pure jet black eyes, Roman now had purple irises rimmed in black, similar to his hair. And he thought they were just as stunning as before.

Roman quickly pulled out his phone to check and gasped as well.

"Sorry, if I had known you didn't like the black, I wouldn't have changed a thing," Virgil grinned as Roman stood and walked toward him.

"Thank you for trusting me, Virgil," Roman smiled and held out his arms for a hug.

"I'm just glad you were right," Virgil blushed but accepted the hug from his soulmate.

It was a lot more fun to decide colors together.

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Day 27

Prompt: Your eyes match your soulmate’s hair color. If they dye their hair, your eyes change colors.

Word Count: 995

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CW: animal mention, vampire mention, food mention.

Virgil ignored the stares he was getting, used to them by now. As he had to live his life with red eyes, he’d had to get used to the stares quite quickly. He felt worse for his parents, who had to deal with questions of why they would let their child wear colored contacts and the effects they could have on him. His mom had to hold his ren back from tearing a person’s head off. Instead, she would just calmly inform them that red hair occurs naturally too.

In his teen years, it was seen as a rebellion to have red eyes. Some of his teachers even tried to say he wasn’t allowed in the classroom unless he ‘took the contacts out’. Those times, his mom didn’t hold his ren back from verbally tearing into the teacher about how it was against school policy and freedom of expression to tell him he couldn’t wear something that wasn’t bothering anyone else and this was how genuine aids got taken away from the people who needed them. Next the teacher would be saying that kids couldn’t have tassels on their backpacks as it would be disruptive. Once his ren had gotten their rant over, they informed Virgil’s teacher that his soulmate most likely had red hair. The teacher never mentioned it again.

Halfway through his teen years, Virgil just decided to roll with it. If people were going to stare at him, he was going to give them something to stare at. So, he dyed his hair a dark purple that almost passed as black, claiming it was payback to his soulmate. By the time he was fully settled in his style, he looked like the vampire he was so often confused for with how red his eyes were.

Thus, he didn’t pay attention when the customer kept staring at him as he tried to restock the ferret food section. He smiled, wiggling his fingers at the little guys before moving on. He began the routine feeding of the fish when he heard footsteps near him.

“You!” He turned to find a redhead with purple eyes hidden behind black wire frames pointing angrily at him.

Virgil thinned his lips and raised his eyebrows. “Me,” he said disinterestedly, moving to go back to feeding the fish.

“You’re the one who’s made me have purple eyes for the past ten years!”

Virgil nodded. “Sir, as you’re assuming you’re my soulmate, I will inform you that there is no way we can hold an actual conversation as I’m currently working. If you would like to have the conversation of who had to deal with the worse eyes for the longer time, I would suggest you come back at five as that’s when I get off.” He smiled, flashing his dark red eyes at him before moving to a different tank.

His soulmate stepped back, tugging slightly on the leash of a large canine. “Alright, I’ll be back then.”

True to his word, Virgil clocked out and exited the building to find the man from before standing there, no dog in sight. He stepped forward and reached out his hand for a handshake. “I’m sorry, I believe we got off on the wrong foot. See, I was having a hard day and took it out on you in a way that was completely unacceptable. For that I apologize. Would you allow me to buy you a hot beverage to make up for it?”

‘Oh, he’s adorable’ was the first thought in Virgil’s mind as he reached to shake the man’s hand. “That sounds perfect, thank you.” He was exhausted after his shift and could use the pick me up. They fell in step beside each other as they walked to the coffee shop down the way. “I’m Virgil.” He said as a way of starting a conversation.

“My name is Logan.” Silence descended until they’d gotten their drinks and slid into a booth. Logan cupped his drink in both hands. “Again, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I know it was my fault.”

Virgil shrugged. “To be fair, I snapped right back so I don’t think you can claim it was entirely your fault.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have come on so strong.”

“Eh, agree to disagree.” Virgil shifted in his seat, taking the time to drink from his cup. “So, how about you tell me about the struggles of living with purple eyes?”

Logan shook his head, a smile forming. “It’s not been the worst thing to happen to me. I mean, at the very least it’s an interesting conversation starter.”

Virgil laughed. “I wish I could say the same about the red eyes.”

Logan winced slightly. “Sorry, that must have been difficult for you.”

“Oh, you know, just a few people not understanding that red haired toddlers exist. Or red haired teens. So, the vampire aesthetic was a direct combatant to that.”

Logan looked up at him. “If it’s any consolation, I think the aesthetic suits you.”

“Thank you. I have to say, I like the red hair more than I thought I would.”

Their conversation went on, changing from hair and eyes to animals and jobs. Soon, they were knee deep in a discussion of which Greek constellation truly deserved it’s fate. Theirs was a match made in heaven and they got along like a house on fire. They stayed in that coffee shop until they were kicked out at closing and soon it was a normal thing for them to meet up every Friday after Virgil’s shift and walk to the coffee shop, talking as long as they were allowed.

Soon, it was progressing to every Tuesday and Friday, then practically every day. Virgil began to rely on Logan, being excited to see him at the end of his shift. It was no surprise to anyone when they started dating a few months after meeting and were married by the end of the year.

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[vindicatedvirgil]

soulmate september / day twenty-two: glow-in-the-dark stars

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Day Twenty-Two: When you close your own eyes, you can see what your soulmate sees.

Summary: Logan was positive that he didn’t have a soulmate, or that everyone around him was making up the whole thing. Virgil kept his eyes closed as much as he possibly could, because when he did, he saw what his soulmate saw.

Ship: Analogical (Virgil x Logan)

word count: 847

(big thanks to Danni from Discord for helping me figure out what ship to write for this and for the idea with the glow in the dark stars on Logan’s ceiling. i heart you both with my heart.)

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Logan was taught from a very young age that when you close your eyes, you see what your soulmate is looking at. His parents would use this to their advantage when doing grocery shopping or attending school productions or events. But whenever Logan closed his eyes, all he saw was darkness. Nothing was there, and as he grew older, he began to think that he didn’t have a soulmate.

Perhaps the whole concept of soulmates was a trick told by parents, like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy, to make their children believe that love was real and that there would always be someone out there who loved you, who was meant for you. Maybe Logan was doomed to never have someone love him more than life itself, to have someone to hold in the middle of the night as they gazed at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

Those stars followed him throughout his whole life, from his childhood bedroom to his college dorms and finally into his bedroom of his own apartment, one he moved into once he began working at the local observatory. Every night, he’d lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling of intricately organized glow-in-the-dark stars, mimicking the way the sky looks on his birthday, and hoped that maybe his inklings were wrong. That maybe the stars would be kinder to him tomorrow, that he’d close his eyes and see what his destiny would be.

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Virgil was born blind. He didn’t mind it too much, since his dad was always there for him and when he focused on the movements of closing his eyes, he saw stars. Specifically, glow-in-the-dark stars on his soulmate’s ceiling. His soulmate spent a lot of time looking at those stars on their ceiling, at stars in books, at doodles of stars in the margins of his school notes. As Virgil and his soulmate grew older, he noticed the stars followed them everywhere.

He wanted to meet the man he had watched grow up through the mirror. The man was tall, thin, and had black framed glasses around his bright blue eyes. He wore lots of button-up shirts and ties and sweaters, and Virgil loved him for the encouraging smile he would give himself as he adjusted his tie every morning.

But Virgil didn’t know how to find him. How do you find someone you’ve only seen when your eyes are closed, and you can’t see when they’re “open”? He finally asked his friends Janus and Remus (who were lucky to find each other in elementary school) for help in finding his soulmate. He would focus on the surroundings of his soulmate, trying to read the signs and describing everything he saw to his friends. Finally, they realized it was an observatory, so they started by going to the one closest to them. Maybe they’d be lucky.

Virgil described him in as much detail as possible, down to the exact things the man was wearing that day, and the trio walked around the observatory for a bit when Janus finally came to a halt.

“Virgil, focus. What does he see right now?” Janus asked, eyes focused ahead.

“I see…” he took a deep breath, focusing on what his soulmate saw. “Three guys, one on each side of…”

“Does the one on the left have a mustache? And the other is wearing a hat?” Remus asked quietly, for once not making jokes or saying inappropriate things.

“He’s here,” Virgil breathed out. He decided to step forward, towards the man. “Excuse me, do you work here?”

Logan’s eyes focused on the man in front of him. “Yes, I do. How can I help you?”

“This is going to sound really weird, but… I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate. I can see myself right now,” he said. 

“I don’t have a soulmate,” the man said coldly. “When I close my eyes, I see nothing.”

“I’m blind,” Virgil explained quietly. “You have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling. You have ever since you were a child. I know because I’ve been looking at them for my entire life, too.” Logan thought all of the air would be forced from his lungs as the words hit him at full force.

“What’s your name?” He asked the man standing before him. He watched as hands gripped his arms, and a smile crossed the man’s face. 

“I’m Virgil,” he said, and Logan thought the name was the most beautiful he’d ever heard. “And you are…?”

“I’m Logan.”

-

Logan slipped into bed beside Virgil, his arms wrapping around his boyfriend gently. “You still awake, starlight?” He asked quietly, and he felt Virgil nod, then snuggle closer into his chest.

“Will you look up at the ceiling for me?” Virgil asked, as he did every night. Logan smiled, adjusting so he looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, but during the day he had changed them around. Virgil shifted, and then a gasp left his mouth. “Logan… what did you do?”

In the stars, Logan had spelled out Will You Marry Me?

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[hopelessly-aro]

Fourth Time's the Charm

Soulmate September Day 25: you have a special object that glows when it gets close to your soulmate's object

Ship: Virgil/Remus/Logan/Janus (idk the right name), referenced royality

Tags: polyamory, band au, punk au, music festival

Words: 3485

Summary: Each of the band members' special objects was glowing brightly. Some instinct, probably born of a very vague and fragile hope, had Virgil slowly unzipping his hoodie, just enough to sneak a glance at his own brooch. The one that was now glowing a vibrant purple.

Notes: I have realised I haven't actually read anything with this ship in it, simply cause I never got round to it. Anyway, I have a feeling the "festival experience" described here is very British, or possibly even specific to the one festival I go to. So sorry for that I guess.

Warnings: feeling slightly insecure, cursing

AO3

Virgil pushed through the crowd around the main stage, doing his best to follow Roman and Patton. He wasn't really sure why they were watching this band in particular. Sure, it sounded like it might appeal to him, but his best friends only ever listened to punk music when Virgil had it on in the car so he didn't know why they were more eager to see Siding with the Dark, a band none of them had heard of, than he was.

At least it wasn't raining anymore, but the earlier bad weather and then hundreds of people walking through the main field had churned up the earth. Virgil's wellies were caked in mud, and his ripped jeans were sticking to him uncomfortably. He supposed this was just all part of the festival experience.

Virgil was just thinking about how it was getting close to sunset, and by the end of Siding with the Dark's act it would definitely be night, when he suddenly realised he wasn't with his friends anymore. He was alone, in a large cowed, and it would really annoy a lot of people if he tried to force his way back out.

His feet hurt and the flowers Patton had painted on his face earlier were starting to flake off, and he really needed a shower, and he didn't want to see this band anyway and basically everything sucked.

Well, everything sucked until Siding with the Dark started to play.

They exploded onto the stage with blazing lights, leaping into position with energy that Virgil could never hope to accomplish, and burst into their first song.

Virgil was enraptured.

The music thudded through him, making his heart pound and every muscle feel alive, and when the lead began to sing...how could someone sound so much like an angle and a demon at the same time?

Every thought of the friends that had disappeared, and the discomfort of his clothing, and the stuffiness of the crowd, was swept from his mind. The song was some sort of powerful break-up song, with the sentiment of being better off without the person, and Virgil had respect for that.

By the time the song came to a close, with flashing lights (but not too many to distract from the actual music) and the most incredible guitar riff (which was showing off, but in a good way), Virgil was dancing and singing along with the rest of the crowd.

He remembered why he liked festivals so much - the atmosphere of the music and the lights and the euphoria rolling off every person around him instantly drove away his every worry. There was just something about singing badly and dancing stupidly and looking up at that stage and seeing those three men so utterly in their element...it almost made Virgil want to be part of that forever.

Maybe a bit more than almost.

The lead singer leaned into the microphone and Virgil found himself leaning forward in turn, just to get that bit closer.

"Salutations!" His sooth voice rang out across the crowded field. "There certainly are a lot of you tonight, a great deal more than we anticipated-"

"How you all doing out there!" The lead guitarist interrupted, getting a huge cheer from the audience in response. "Oh god you sound awful, I'm sure there's nothing we can do about that."

"Don't worry J!" The drummer said into his mic. "They'll scream themselves hoarse by the end!"

"Do not take his words to heart, throat injuries due to overexertion would be far from ideal." The singer said, the nerdy-ness of the words making laughter ripple through the audience.

"Oh you're definitely improving with the whole 'engage the audience' thing, Lo."

There was a bark of laughter from the drummer and then they were launching into the next song.

This one was some sort of protest song, seemingly against landlords and mortgages. Virgil found himself being drawn forward, pulled through the crowd by the power of the song. With each between-song bit of banter, and each guitar riff, and drum solo, and high note, Virgil pushed further forward. It helped that he was small, he supposed - it was easier to slip through the gaps.

It was dark by the time he's danced his way to near the front, and the lead singer was announcing they only had a few songs left. Here, Virgil was finally close enough to see the band members and if he wasn't enthralled already, he was then.

The lead singer, Lo as the others called him, had a slightly nerdy attire to match his persona, but it was still definitely punk. His tie was around his head, polo-shirt unbuttoned and slightly ripped further down the front, his blue jeans were ripped, his leather jacket studded and painted with galaxies and planets all over, the front swoop of his hair was dyed electric blue, and the dangly silver star earring, glasses and combat boots finished off the look.

The guitarist, who the drummer had called J, had taken on quite a bit more of the steampunk aesthetic. He wore a bowler hat with studded goggles resting on top, a mesh of brass cogs were painted up the side of his face with a bright yellow contact in that eye, there were leather buckles all the way up his knee high boots, his clothes covered in what looked like pieces of metal but were probably leather, he wore a cape with a bronze snake clasp, and had a snake-bite piercing.

The drummer had a different look again. Of what Virgil could see (he was sitting down and further back on the stage) he was wearing a tank top made of green camouflage netting, black fingerless lace gloves that went up past his elbows, his hair was jelled up in a mess of crazy spikes, and he wore a choker made of a literal piece of chain with a clear glass pendant hanging off it. He kept sticking his tongue out and playing with the piercing there.

They were all so hot! All cocky smiles and sparkling eyes. Virgil wouldn't have been surprised if the rumours about all three of them dating were true, he wouldn't blame them.

Virgil still felt that inexplicable urge to get close though. As the chorus was being played for the final time there was a sudden opening in the crowd and Virgil found himself leaning right on the barrier, barely twenty feet from the men on the stage.

And perhaps it was because he was now close enough, or maybe Virgil just wasn't that observant before, but as the flashing lights calmed again he noticed a single, very important detail about each of the men on the stage.

The silver star earring, the bronze snake clasp, the glass pendant were glowing. One blue, one gold, one green.

It was a light Virgil recognised so very, very well. Whenever Roman and Patton came near each other Patton's necklace and Roman's ring would glow in just that way. It meant the three band members were soulmates.

But that didn't make any sense! They couldn't be soulmates or someone would have noticed the special objects glowing by now. Was it possible that all three of their soulmates were somewhere in the audience and close enough to the stage to make the objects glow? They would have to be right at the front, or in the wings for that to happen...

The song finished and it seemed that the band members had noticed their objects were all glowing for the guitarist quickly hurried over to the singer and muttered something. The singer considered it for a second then gave a sharp nod before turning back to the mic.

"I regret to inform you all that this will be our last song of the night-" a resounding noise of protest rose up from the crowd but Virgil was more focused on the guitarist and drummer who were talking quickly to each other near the back of the stage. "Unfortunately so. It has been a pleasure to play for you tonight, and I will remind you that we shall be in the merchandise tent, after the show, selling our latest album. Now," he paused and glanced over at the guitarist who was back in position by his mic, "this song...is a love song."

Those must have been the magic words or something for the crowd went absolutely wild. The guitarist played a single chord that seemed to resonate right in Virgil's soul.

"And tonight it shall be dedicated to our soulmates, wheresoever they may be."

The music started up and Virgil felt more and more like he wanted to climb over the barrier, to charge the stage to be with them. He was swept up by the drums pounding in his ears and the melody making his nerves tingle, and the smooth voice flooding his veins. They sounded incredible, blending together in perfect harmony.

But suddenly Virgil realised there was something missing. The music just didn't flow quite like it should, there was some element, something often unnoticeable, that just...wasn't there...

There was no bass!

That warm, steadying beat that Virgil focussed on so much when he needed to calm down...the one that usually thrummed so surely right in his heart...from the only instrument he knew how to play...it just wasn't there. But Virgil had heard bands that didn't have a bass guitar before and they sounded fine, so now did the music feel incomplete? Why was the space to the right of singer so empty?

Subconsciously, Virgil placed his hand on his chest as if it would help him better feel that little something that was missing. What he felt instead was the little brooch he wore pinned to the inside of his hoodie. The little brooch that had appeared in his hands when he was twelve years old and had never been separated from him since.

Some instinct, probably born of a very vague and fragile hope, had him slowly unzipping the hoodie, just enough to sneak a glance at the black circular brooch with a spider carved on it.

The black brooch that was now glowing purple.

Virgil slammed his hoodie shut again, yanking the zip up and glancing around wildly to make sure no-one had seen. Then he was looking up at the stage again and right into the eyes of the lead singer.

He froze. Had he seen? The singer gave him a small smile that made Virgil's heart stutter, and then looked back out to the audience once more.

Virgil's gaze shot to the guitarist who gave him a smirk, making his heart pound more, then he looked to the drummer who winked in an extremely flirtatious manner and Virgil almost stopped functioning.

Had they all seen? And why were they all looking at him? Surely from the stage they couldn't see him properly?

It took a moment for the realisation to sink in that this probably meant he was the soulmate of one of the band members. But when the thought did cross his mind, his internal organs did a very impressive swooping-rising-flipping-sinking-twirling motion as he was simultaneously elated and panicked.

On the one hand, that would be amazing! They were all so cool and talented and handsome and Virgil's heart leapt at the thought that he might get to know them as more than just a fan. But on the flip side, what if they thought he was faking it for attention? Or if he was just too boring and plain for them? Well that last thought was unlikely seeing as the universe would have paired them up for a reason - surely it must be meant to work...

As the song drew to a close and Virgil automatically clapped and cheered and hollered with the rest, the thought rose to mind of which one would it be? As he looked at the exhilarated faces of the members of Siding with the Dark as they walked off stage, Virgil genuinely didn't know which one he'd want it to be. And with that came the worry of what if he fell in love with not just his soulmate but with all three of them? Would he get in the way, and cause drama, and end up destroying the band?

The crowd began to disperse into the night and Virgil found himself slowly making his way towards the merch tent. He had no idea what he was going to say to them. Just wait until no-one was around and then show them his glowing brooch? Would that convince them? What if he was wrong and his soulmate was someone else in the crowd and he'd lost them now?

Worries continued to spiral around Virgil's head as he waited on the edge of the crowd, but he didn't leave.

It was a long time before the band came out, and a goodly amount of people had given up and left by then. The crowd gradually dwindled, though with the amount of people there the band must have been getting through sales and signings at a rate of knots.

The next band was tuning up by the time Virgil was close enough to actually see them, still in their stage outfits and grinning like they were still high on the euphoria of the show. With each person that chatted to them, the pit of nerves in Virgil's stomach worsened. He could see their special objects, glowing slightly again, and checked that his own was still glowing too. At least that confirmed one of them was his soulmate.

He hung back at the edge of the tent until the last person in the queue was finished, feet seemingly stuck to the floor. The band members seemed almost despondent now, glancing hopefully around the tent but not noticing the man stood in the dark just outside. They turned to leave with a few inaudible sighs and that was enough to spur Virgil into action.

"Wait!" He found himself hurrying over. Ok he was doing this. It was happening.

They turned back at the sound of his voice. "Unfortunately we have sold out of CDs" the lead singer said, "but we can sign something if you would like, and we can direct you to our website for when we have more in stock."

Virgil knew he was blushing. They were all even more attractive up close, even in the odd light of the tent, and he felt out of place standing next to them in mud-caked clothes with the purple dye fading from his messy hair.

"Oh it's not that! I just wanted to say uuuhhh" he tried to will himself to say the words, "you guys were amazing out there! It was...it was incredible."

The drummer, who Virgil could now see was wearing booty shorts and fishnet tights too, looked instantly happier somehow. "oohh thank you-"

"Yeah totally wouldn't sound better if we had a bass." The guitarist nudged the lead singer.

"For the last time Janus, I am incapable of playing a bass guitar and we have not yet found anyone who coordinates well enough with us."

"I play bass guitar." Shit! He had not meant to say that! Now he looked like he just wanted to talk to them because he noticed an opening in the band.

Janus raised a sceptical eyebrow and the lead singer sighed. "We aren't looking to-"

"Aw Logan, don't be like that! Give him a chance! He's cute enough to fit in with us~"

"Remus," Janus said exasperatedly, "try to keep it in your pants."

"I shall write your name down..."

Virgil rushed fix his mistake. "I'm Virgil but wait, I don't know why I said that, I'd probably get stage fright or something. Anyway," he wracked his brains for something to change the subject, "thats not actually what I wanted to say..." He tried to calm his breathing.

"Oh take your time, we have all day."

"Yeah c'mon, spit it out!"

"Don't pressure him you two." Logan said mildly.

"uhhh" Virgil swallowed "I was wondering if any of you had found your soulmates cause I was right at the front when your objects started and...glowing mine started too..."

"Really?!? Let's see let's see let's see!"

Virgil unzipped his hoodie and took out the glowing brooch, placing it hesitantly on the table between them.

Remus struggled with his choker to get the pendant off, Janus unclasped his cape, and Logan removed his earring. Each one was still glowing brightly and they were all placed on the table right next to Virgils and then...there was a bright flash and suddenly each object was glowing strongly and now the same colour as the light they emitted.

All four objects.

For four soulmates.

"Ohmygod we are all soulmates!" Remus shrieked.

"Fascinating..." Logan was muttering "it seems that for poly soulmates the objects do not glow until they are all present..."

Janus just stood very still, staring at the objects as if checking to make sure this wasn't just some elaborate trick, and then very suddenly turned and threw his arms around the other two.

Virgil was quickly feeling very out of place. These three clearly knew each other very well and might even like each other in that way already and he was just some new, awkward outsider that they would probably only like because he brought them together...

"Ah. Virgil I think I can trust that you will not tell anyone about this as yet," this was it, they were going to dismiss him, "so I think it is safe to inform you, and also the honest thing to do, that the three of us have been in a romantic relationship for quite some time now, which we were keeping from the public."

Virgil found himself taking a step back. They didn't want him, they didn't want him, they didn't want him, they-

"But I suppose you do not count as a member of the public anymore...that is if you are amiable to getting to know us better." Somehow Logan was speaking perfectly calmly, as if completely unfazed by the way Janus and Remus were holding on to him and kissing passionately behind his back.

"Wait...you...you mean you're ok with me just randomly being dumped into your relationship."

"Of course. Firstly you seem like a very lovely person, secondly it would be quite convenient if you would be our bass player, and third-"

"You're really fucking pretty and sexy!" Remus exclaimed, emerging from Janus's embrace.

Virgil's face turned a vibrant shade of scarlet. "Wha...? I'm not..."

"Virgil why else do you think we each noticed you in the audience, if you weren't very aesthetically pleasing."

"Wow, you're so romantic Logan. Really, it's a wonder you haven't swept the pretty emo off his feet by now."

If it was possible for Virgil's face to get any redder then he was sure it would have. "I-uh" He didn't usually have such trouble talking but the last hour had been a wild time and it was taking him a while to adjust to the fact not only had he found his soulmate, but he had four of them. "I'd like that...to get to know you guys I mean."

"Excellent. You may come backstage and we shall talk further if you'd like, we still have an extra friends and family pass, or we could meet you back here in a few minutes as I at least need to get changed, and then we could explore the festival together. Or go up to that tent that does the tea and just talk, if that would appeal more."

"Jeez Lo, everything you say sounds like a business proposition."

"Come one Virgey! Let's hang out!"

"Ok, if you guys are sure I'd...I'd like that a lot." Virgil allowed himself to smile a little as the three band members helped him scramble over the table.

It ended up being a wonderful night. The conversation flowed non-stop as they made their quick trip to the tents so the others could change, and then went out into the rest of the festival. They wandered around a bit - the band having not had much time to explore earlier - and ended up in the little tent at the top of the festival that served hot drinks late into the night. They sat round a small fire, bathed in its flickering glow, drinking hot apple and cinnamon, and spiced wine, and mint tea, and hot chocolate with every topping available.

They laughed and chatted early into the morning and Virgil didn't know why he'd worried about this at all. He'd never felt more at peace with the world than being here, with his soulmates.

~~*~~

I'm not massively happy with this one but I think it came out ok. Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!

Who do you think had which drink? I have my opinion but I'm wondering what other people would say.

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[arya-skywalker]

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure (Sanders Sides Oneshot)

Soulmate September Day 3 - You have an animal that only you and your soulmate can see.

@tsshipmonth2020

Ship: Dukexiety

AU: generic human soulmates AU (the animal companions here communicate telepathically with their human, but not their human’s soulmate)

TW: spiders, oversized spider, tentacles, unspecified tentacle creature

~*~

Virgil turned up the volume of his music as he wandered to the docks, drawing his jacket close to ward off the brisk sea breeze. The seaweed stench was stronger than usual, but he couldn’t resist the allure of the mist rising from the water.

Except he wasn’t alone. The young man scowled and took off his headphones, turning to look at the source of splashing.

A weird dude was throwing fish at the end of the dock. “Eat up buttercup! Yeah there you go!” he cheered.

Virgil blinked, then walked closer, curiosity overcoming caution for the moment. He had heard rumors of the village idiot— that the man would eat anything, that he was a werewolf, that he had a basement full of bodies, that he talked to ghosts....

He froze once he saw what the man was feeding. There was terrifying tentacle creature catching the fish. Octopus? Giant squid? A kraken? Cthulhu? Virgil’s jaw dropped as he stared. And the creature waved.

The man turned and grinned. “You see him too, huh? Guess I’m not crazy after all! C’mon, he doesn’t bite. You can help feed him if ya want.”

“I... you.... crazy, right,” Virgil stammered, shaking his head. “Uh, no thanks. I’ll stay back here.”

“Well, I’m Remus! And if you can see Duke, then I’m pretty sure that means you’re my soulmate!” He stuck out a slimy hand to shake, his grin broadening.

Virgil blinked. “Wait... what? He’s your....?” He took a small step back. “No, no, no... fuck no!”

Remus shrugged. “Well, where’s your buddy? Your animal companion? If I can see them, then the bond goes both ways, right?”

“Uhh.... I guess....” Virgil ran a hand through his hair, then sighed. “*Ara? You wanna come out?*”

“*Coming!*” her voice chimed in his mind. A rather large but fuzzy spider skittered over and stopped by his side, nuzzling his hand. “*So he’s the one?*”

“Oooh a spider! That’s rad, dude!” Remus bounced up and down.

Virgil groaned and dropped down to sit on the edge of the dock, guiding the cat-sized spider onto his lap. “Soulmates are a flawed concept anyway,” he muttered, stroking Ara’s bristles. “Some ‘higher power’ playing match-maker for us poor mortals.”

“Well... I’m not strict or anything.” Remus sat down a few inches away. “A lot of people don’t really like me. So if you don’t, I don’t blame you. And if you wanna leave, I won’t stop you. But, well, something wants us together so that’s gotta mean something, right?”

Virgil didn’t answer, staring out at the waves. He never wanted a soulmate. He never tried to find his. And yet... here they were. Stuck together forever.

“*Breathe. In for four seconds, hold for seven, out for eight,*” Ara’s voice chimed in his head, one of her legs tapping rhythmically on his arm to keep count. Virgil closed his eyes, grateful for her grounding presence as always. The soft roar of the sea and distant call of gulls were the only sounds to break the silence.

Eventually, Virgil looked back at his new-found soulmate. Bright green eyes stared at him, concern and curiosity shining through. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s weird,” Virgil grumbled.

Remus shrugged. “Well, you got a name? Or should I just call you emo?” He giggled a bit.

“Emo is fine.” He hesitated a moment, then blew his bangs out of his face. “But my name is Virgil.”

“Virgil eh? Cool name.” Remus smiled and stuck out his hand again. “Nice to officially meet my soulmate!”

Reluctantly, Virgil shook the weirdo’s hand, then quickly wiped his hand off on his pants to get rid of the fishy slime. Shower tonight, definitely. “So.... I guess if we’re stuck together for eternity, we might as well get to know each other,” he said after a few minutes.

“Ask away! I’m an open book.” Remus grinned and lay on the dock. “We can take turns asking stuff if you want.”

Virgil rubbed his arms. “Uh.... alright.” He glanced around for ideas. “So... what do you do? Like for a job.”

“Fisherman mostly,” Remus said with a shrug. “Duke helps.” He smirked and sat up. “And I pick up trash and stuff, then turn it into art. Wanna see?”

“Guess it couldn’t hurt.” Virgil grunted and stood. “Is that your question?”

Remus giggled and hopped to his feet. “Nope! But either way, you asked a non-question too, so we’re even! C’mon, c’mon!” He jogged down the dock.

A few minutes later, they arrived at a rather run-down shack overlooking the bay. Buoys were tied to netting along the walls and a chipped sign read, “Kraken’s Grotto: tack, art, and treasure”. Remus held the door open, bouncing up and down again. Virgil rolled his eyes and stepped inside, then blinked and looked around.

The place was a mess. But on closer inspection, it was an organized mess. Sculptures made of scrap metal in one area. Other recycled art in another. Shells and sea glass by the window. Bait and tackle and other fishing gear near the counter. Virgil stopped by a metal dragon with eyes of sea-glass. “You... made all this?”

“Yepper-doodles!” Remus grinned. “All from stuff Dukey and I find around the area. You like art?”

Virgil shrugged. “Uh, yeah. It’s cool,” he said. “Sometimes I sketch stuff. Doodling helps me focus.”

“Doodling is the best, man. What kinda stuff do you doodle?” Remus sat on the counter, kicking his legs out.

“Just... stuff. It’s stupid.”

“We don’t like using that word here,” Remus said, suddenly serious. “Nothing is stupid. Just different.”

Ara bumped up against Virgil’s leg. “*I like him. Give him a chance.*”

Virgil reached down to pet his animal companion with a sigh. “Whatever. Not stupid.” He looked back at the sculptures, noticing that most were monsters of some sort— skeletons and tentacle creatures, grotesque mutations, grim reapers. “Umm... you like horror stuff?”

“Hell yeah! The darker the better!” Remus hopped off the counter. “What’s your favorite monster?”

“I’m a sucker for vampires,” Virgil said, then blushed heatedly and coughed. Stupid pun. Terrible. Corny...

But before he could stammer out an apology, he realized Remus was laughing. Full on belly-laughs. Pounding the counter with his fists and crying tears of mirth.

Virgil swept his bangs out of his face. “You... uh.... like puns and stuff?” he asked tentatively when it seemed like Remus had gotten himself under control.

“Dude I love that kind of humor!” Remus giggled again, then looked down at the spider. “Hey, can I pet her? I promise I won’t be rough.”

“*I don’t mind,*” Ara said, nuzzling Virgil’s hand.

“Uhhh.... sure. But go wash your hands first! They’re gross, dude. And I’ll show you how to pet her without hurting her.”

“Yay!” Remus clapped his hands, then ran off, presumably to the bathroom.

Virgil lowered himself to sit on the floor, running a hand lightly against the worn wood slats. Ara curled up on his lap, chittering softly.

It wasn’t long before Remus returned, sitting across from with a grin. “Squeaky clean!” he said, holding up his hands.

Virgil rolled his eyes, then sighed, stroking his spider gently. “Alright, so, you need to stroke along the bristles. If you try to go against them, you’ll get pricked and it might hurt her. Got it?”

Remus nodded excitedly, then reached out and repeated the motion, as if afraid he’d break her. “Like this? Is this good?” he asked.

Ara leaned into their touch, making happy purr-like sounds. “*Tell your soulmate he’s doing well.*”

Virgil coughed. “Uh, yeah, that’s right,” he said, feeling a ghost of a smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

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[candied-peach]

ao3: “treat or trick” rating: T warnings: prinxiety, dukeceit, logicality, halloween party, food, innuendos because remus genre: fluff description: The sides have a Halloween party. ( day 31: “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” — William Shakespeare, The Tempest @tsshipmonth2020 yay i finished the month! happy halloween! ^^)

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here," Roman intones, an ominous shadow falling across his face as he enters the living room.

Only to be promptly smacked in the arm by Virgil.

"Don't be such a drama queen," Virgil says lazily, rolling his eyes. "And speak for yourself."

"Virgil, you are literally dressed as the devil emoji," Roman points out. Virgil's face reddens a little.

"Yes, well, you're the Phantom of the Opera, you aren't exactly a devil," Virgil snipes. "And I don't want to hear about how Erik is totally the worst, especially when Patton is over there, dressed as the Giant Pumpkin."

"Hi, guys!" Patton says cheerfully. He's switched out his regular glasses for jack o' lantern shaped glasses in bright orange. Virgil wonders if he can actually see anything.

"That's makeup, right, Logan?" Virgil asks, seeing that Logan is dressed as a mad scientist. An awkward pause ensues. "....Right, Logan?" He persists.

"I don't want to talk about it," Logan finally mumbles, his face turning red under the soot.

"I do!" Remus chirps, dressed in- Virgil squints.

"Are you supposed to be doing the walk of shame?" Virgil demands, incredulous. "At a Halloween party?"

"I'm a preview of a few hours from now!" Remus remarks lasciviously, with a little shoulder shimmy.

"You're ridiculous, is what you are," Janus says, a fond note in his voice. He's dressed as Jekyll and Hyde, the scales on his face gleaming.

"Right, so we're all here," Virgil says. "Now what?"

"Now we watch Halloween movies and eat candy until we burst," Roman says proudly, at the same time as Remus exclaiming, "Halloween orgy!"

"Never, you fiend!" Roman shouts, his expression twisting into disgust.

"Well, not with you," Remus defends. "Everyone else, though..." He twiddles his mustache and leers.

"No," Logan says, deadpan. "Save it, Remus."

"Y'all are no fun," Remus sulks.

"So which Halloween movies?" Virgil asks, dragging the subject back with all the strength he could muster. "I assume slasher movies are out, thanks to Patton."

"Friday the 13th!" Remus suggests.

"I just said no slasher movies," Virgil says. "What about The Nightmare Before Christmas?"

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween!" Patton sings, his glasses slipping down his nose until Logan fixes them for him.

"Acceptable," Logan says, surreptitiously brushing off some of the soot on his face.

"Nightmare, it is," Roman says, slipping the appropriate DVD in and settling on the couch between Virgil and Patton. Virgil sneakily holds hands with him, lacing their fingers and giving them a squeeze.

"Gross!" Remus calls from the top of the sofa.

"Shut up!" Virgil says, as the beginning of the movie plays.

"Popcorn!" Patton exclaims, pausing the movie. "We forgot about popcorn! We should- Logan, why are you shaking your head like that?"

"Is that what happened?" Virgil asks, struggling not to laugh. "Is that why you yelled for no one to check the kitchen before the party?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Logan says, his face brick red again under the soot.

Roman tosses a mini Snickers bar at him.

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Echoes of Our Future, Ch. 7: Stay With Me

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Written (late) for Day 7 of @tsshipmonth2020's Echoes of the Past October Writing Event. "Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. I would write the words a thousand times if they'd be strong enough to hold you here." — Victoria Schwab, Gallant

“I must prepare rooms for you,” Roman murmured, sitting up suddenly and looking around the throne room as though he didn’t recognize it. “My courtiers, where did they run off to now?”

Logan frowned, brow furrowed. “I sent them for water and ointment or… something for his wrists.”

“Remus?” Roman stared at Logan, eyes hopeful. “Remus is here, too?”

Remus reached for Logan’s hand and shook his head with a small smile. “It’s alright, he’s just a little confused. He’ll feel better when we’re further from this place.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” Roman said, shaking his head. “But it’s too soon to go. It will be nightfall soon.” As if on cue, torches whooshed to life along the wall, one after another on either side of them. The throne room’s decay seemed worse under their warm flickering glow. “Dangerous things hide in the woods and nighttime is their time.”

Before Logan could ask Roman to clarify, he reached for each of their hands, his grip weak but insistent. “Come, help me up.” He grunted as Logan and Remus lifted him to his feet and down to the scuffed marble floor. Roman wobbled for a moment, then steadied when Remus looped his arm around his waist. “Thank you,” he nodded, then looked around the throne room one more moment before gesturing vaguely toward a door behind the dais. “We’ll find them on our way.”

Logan was left sputtering until Remus glanced over his shoulder and gave him a little shrug. “Path of least resistance?” he muttered in a low voice, barely more than mouthing the words. Roman’s determination, while frustrating when they disagreed, was something of a comfort. It felt like there was at least one aspect of any of this that made sense. He followed the brothers wordlessly, their periodic murmurs to each other unintelligible, but seemed to reassure the weaker of the pair.

When they approached the thick oaken door, the heavy iron latch lifted on its own, accompanied by a tiny flick of Roman’s hand where it rested on Remus’ shoulder. It groaned open, dust puffed up in its wake, as though the door hadn’t been opened in years. 

“Where precisely are you taking us, Roman?” Logan eyes the doorway and the hall on the other side. It was quiet and at first dimly lit, but as they moved closer, torches only a little smaller than those in the throne room sparked to life. “The courtiers used the door in the… hall…” Logan turned to point at the large entrance to the right of the throne. Solid grey stone stood in its place, with faint rusty water marks staining the mortar.

“It’s alright, Lo, it’s alright,” Roman insisted, his voice a little stronger than it had been before. “We’re going the right way.” He turned and reached for Logan’s arm, fingers brushing down his sleeve until they caught on the hem and he squeezed gently. “We’re together now. It’s going to be alright.”

~~~

After about a hundred meters, the dank, stone-lined corridor opened up into a wide, carpeted hallway with large, open rooms on either side. The air was still heavy with the scent of must and disuse, but a quiet cacophony of crickets and frogs accompanied by trees rustling in the breeze outside and even the occasional hoot of an owl eased some of Logan’s concerns. If these ‘beasts’ were so terrible, he would assume the smaller—and more vulnerable—life outside would be quieter, but they seemed unthreatened and continued with their various social sounds as though nothing concerned them.

It did not escape Logan’s notice, however, that each room they passed was completely empty. Logan lingered, poking his head inside and gawking at the bare walls in what he recognized as Roman’s prized ballroom. “Roman?” he asked, hurrying to catch up when neither brother slowed their pace. “What has happened to these rooms? They used to be completely furnished and filled with—with people from your stories.”

Roman’s Imagination parties were typically loud, festive events, populated with characters from both the castle and the surrounding hamlets. And once he and Remus had repaired some of the old wounds in their relationship, they began to include Remus’ milder creations, as well. It wouldn’t be unheard of to see dainty royalty dancing with lumbering stone giants covered in drippy moss or a unicorn and three-headed rhinoceros racing across the lawns. But now, even the decorative tapestries had been stripped from the walls, leaving nothing but the bare stone and masonry behind.

“You know how it is,” Roman relied, shaking his head. “I could only keep the fantasies going for so many years before…” His voice trailed off and he waved his hand vaguely as though it explained everything.

It explained nothing.

They moved further down the hall and finally Logan blurted out, “Exactly how long has this story been going on, Roman? We—” He rushed ahead to face them, holding out both hands to get the brothers to stop and look at him. “Remus, we… We left the Core Mindscape only hours, at—at most a day ago.”

He took Roman’s hand, years of age evident in the wrinkles on his hand, the weakness in his grip. “How long have you been here, Roman?”

Roman shook his head and looked to the floor. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters! How—what—” Questions tumbled from his brain to his lips faster than he could articulate. He looked up at Remus and held out his hands. “Remus, what is happening here?”

Roman sighed and hid his face from each of them. “You don’t understand, but it will be alright.” His voice was thin and cracked with each word. “I simply need you to stay with me.” He tugged on each of them, weakly directing them to the next door. “Just for the evening, then…” He sighed and leaned on Logan’s shoulder. “Then when the sun comes up, it will be safe to leave.”

The room Roman led them to was unlike all the others they’d passed. Richly appointed with polished rosewood furniture, brilliant tapestries in blues and greens and reds lined the walls, reflecting and absorbing the warmth of two different fireplaces, set in adjacent corners of the room. Tall, nearly floor-to-ceiling windows dotted the space between the tapestries on two walls, revealing they were in a corner of the castle. Logan peered through the murky darkness between the heavy drapes covering distorted glass windows. Only a dry fountain and the dying forest stretched out around them.

Rich furs covered the stone floor and there were three large beds along the far wall, each sumptuous made up in velvet and silk and gossamer curtains draped between tall posts at each corner surrounded them.

“We shall sleep here tonight,” Roman announced. “If you would help me to my bed, then you two can retire as well.”

Roman closed his eyes and appeared to fall asleep almost the moment his head touched the pillow. Standing on either side of his bed, Remus and Logan tucked the blanket over him, then moved to the bed furthest from his.

“What’s wrong with him?” Logan whispered fiercely. “Is it possible he’s really been here for that long… for him, at least?”

Remus only shook his head and shrugged, gnawing at the edge of his mustache. After a long moment, his face suddenly brightened and he tugged Logan’s hand. “What about the book? Does it say anything new?”

“Oh,” Logan blinked and adjusted his glasses. The strangeness of everything had made him forget he even had it. He carefully opened the book and turned the pages, not entirely expecting there to be anything new. He flipped the page after the one they’d just read in the throne room and his eyes widened.

Logan read and re-read the passage before silently turning the book so Remus could read.

“Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. I would write the words a thousand times if they'd be strong enough to hold you here." — Victoria Schwab, Gallant

Both Sides turned and looked at the wizened version of Roman, quietly sleeping in his bed. Logan closed the book and nodded. “Perhaps it would be wise to rest while we can. I fear we may need all of our energies and wits about us to puzzle this one out and get Roman safely out of this story.”

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Echoes of the Past - Day 27

Prompt: "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

Those words were written in the scratchy script of a child, carved into the door in dark black letters. Remus had carved the message into his door during his Pirates of the Caribbean phase, and though he still very much enjoyed pirates, he only kept his door that way for one reason, to keep people out of his room. It was mostly a joke, the others knew he liked to experiment and do rather dangerous or lewd things in his bedroom. It was a warning and a joke, or at least that's how it started. When Virgil left, the message had taken on a different meaning for him. It was a warning, a true warning as he yelled and screamed and fought. He threw things around his room, destroying everything in his space. He felt abandoned, he felt alone, and he hated this. He hated everything it made him into.

Remus kept the sign as the years progressed, closing himself off from the other people. He spent more and more of his time in the imagination, just wanting to escape the anger that built in him after being abandoned again.

After Janus left, his sign took on another meaning again.

This time it was a reminder to himself, 'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here,' because he should abandon any hope he had. No one was coming back, no one was coming for him. Remus sat on his bed, rubbing the tears from his eyes. It was fine. He honestly didn't care anymore. He really didn't care.

There was a knock at his door but he ignored it. He didn't care who was visiting him. It probably didn't matter. He just wanted to wallow in a pile of his own goo. There was a second knock on the door before he heard the creaking of his door being opened. Remus sighed, shoving his head into the pillow. He wasn't expecting the gentle but exact touches. It wasn't the same as Janus' touch or Virgil's so Remus looked up curiously, surprised to see Logan.

"You're showing me affection?" Remus asked questioningly. He didn't realize how quiet his voice was until he finally spoke. 

"It seemed that you needed it," Logan spoke just as softly, as if he was trying to preserve some gentle peace that didn't exist in Remus' room.

"But you hate affection."

"Untrue," Logan answered. "I am actually rather fond of affection but it needs to be within my boundaries." The fact that the others wouldn't respect Logan's boundaries was left hanging in the air without actually being spoken out loud. They both knew how the others could be. They both knew that the others were very stuck in their own ways. 

Remus fell silent for a moment before he wiggled around, resting his head on Logan's lap and letting the other side go back to gently rubbing his head. "I'll stop," He said. "If you ask me I'll stop."

"I know." Logan answered and he continued to comfort Remus. Neither of them were feeling up for a conversation, but they could rest in the comfort of having someone else by their side. 

"It won't get better until we do something about it," Remus interrupted again, but Logan continued his consistent petting. 

"I know, and we will do something, but later," Logan answered quietly. "For now, rest." They were both in pain, they were both fighting, and they both felt like their hope had been lost.

At least they had each other.

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What is Soulmate September?

Soulmate September is a month long event held in the month of September focusing around the concept of Soulmates! Each day has a different Soulmate prompt, including two choice days to make sure you have the chance to write your favorite trope!

What can I make for the event?

Anything you’d like! The prompts are mostly geared towards Fanfics but all artistic expressions are welcome! Art, fic, moodboards, cosplay, song playlists, edits, etc! Any and all content is accepted as long as it follows the rules!

Do I have to follow the prompts?

Nope! The prompts are there to provide a starting point, but feel free to deviate! If there’s only a few tropes you’d like to focus on for the month, you can do so! You can skip days or post multiple pieces on the same day too. This is meant to be a fun, stress free event! Let’s all create together!

How do I get my stuff reblogged here?

If you’re participating in the event, make sure to use the tag #tsshipmonth2020 as well as tag this blog in your post! You don’t need to submit anything directly to this blog, just tag it if you want your work to be reblogged here!

This is for September, why is it posted so early?

Life is busy. I personally have already started on some of these prompts as writing a good fanfic can sometimes take weeks or days. I want everyone to have the opportunity to post their best work! Also, I’m excited, can you blame me wanting to share my idea a little early.

Is Soulmate September Going to Follow the same rules as Fluffuary?

Yep! It’s going to be the same type of structure. Soulmates can be romantic or platonic; this is meant to be inclusive but for the comfort of the blogger RemRom will not be reblogged and please do not @ the blog itself but feel free to use the tag; and creative twins content is of course welcome!

Prompt List

Day 1 - Your Soulmate’s name is written on your wrist or palm.


Day 2 - There is a timer that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate.


Day 3 - You have an animal that only you and your soulmate can see.


Day 4 - There is a trail of color only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.


Day 5 - Any intense emotions your soulmate feels you will also experience


Day 6 - When your soulmate is injured you will experience pain in that area.


Day 7 - There is a string tied around your pinky that only you can see, the end of it leads to your soulmate.


Day 8 - The temperature of your chest gets hotter when you are closer to your soulmate and colder when you move further away.


Day 9 - When you write something on your own skin it appears on your soulmate’s skin as well.


Day 10 - You are born with a birthmark, similar to a tattoo, that is shared by your soulmate.


Day 11 - Pick your favorite Soulmate AU and write about it, it can be from this list or something completely different.


Day 12 - You meet your soulmate in your dreams every night.


Day 13 - Everyone is born with a super power, but when soulmates are together their powers are nullified by each other.


Day 14 - The first words you hear your soulmate speak are written on your arm.


Day 15 - It is impossible to lie to your soulmate.


Day 16 - When your soulmate listens to music or is singing, you hear it in your own head as well.


Day 17 - Everyone has heterochromia, one eye is your natural color the other is your soulmate’s natural color. Once you meet all eyes return to natural color.


Day 18 - Your soulmates first impression/thoughts about you are written somewhere on your body.


Day 19 - Everyone is born with a compass on their wrist, the needle of the compass points towards your soulmate.


Day 20 - You can send one item to your soulmate every year.


Day 21 - Pick your favorites (1 or more) and combine them!


Day 22 - When you close your own eyes, you can see what your soulmate sees.


Day 23 - At a certain age you switch bodies with your soulmate for 24 hours.


Day 24 - When you meet your soulmate for the first time, you get a brief flash-forward of your future.


Day 25 - At a certain age, an item representing your soulmate appears next to you. When you and your soulmate’s items come together for the first time they glow brightly.


Day 26 - You can’t see shades of your soulmate’s eye color until you meet and look into each other’s eyes for the first time.


Day 27 - Your eyes match your soulmate’s hair color. If they dye their hair, your eyes change colors.


Day 28 - Every night a sentence appears on your arm, a repeat of something your soulmate said that day.


Day 29 - You have a telepathic link with your soulmate until the two of you meet.


Day 30 - When you look in the mirror, you can’t see your own reflection, just your soulmate.

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