#virgil: the one that looks exactly like his other one but red

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 12 - Remember

Parts 1-11 here

So… we finally find out what happened on the roof. Sort of… *cough* sorry Johnny… and Virg… and Jeff. And Scott who I presume is on the receiving end of some version of this account from John…

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He’d done what he was asked. The kids were “kept out of the way” even if they were yelling and crying and rattling pointlessly at the door handle he’d wedged the chair under. He felt awful about it but they had to be safe, not see anything… worrying. Anything that could cause them more problems than they already had. But he couldn’t just stay and babysit when everything might be going wrong. Dad might need help.

John should have seen this was coming. He should have paid more attention. He should have stopped it. He should have been less selfish. Pressing his knuckles into the spaces between his nose and his eyeballs he swallowed hard then raised his voice above the yelling, told Gordon and Alan he’d be back in just a minute. Then with suddenly trembling limbs followed his father up the fold down ladder to the flat part of the roof they used for stargazing.

The sky was cloudless, the sun had just set and blue hour was upon them, the iron oxide-soaked sandstone gleaming as red as any of Dad’s Martian landscape images. Here, in the lee of the dormer there was a dead calm, as if the wind was anxiously holding its breath in the same way John was. His father, about 5 feet above him was edging carefully across the ridge towards where the peaked roof of John’s third storey attic room loomed over the rest of the ranch. Dad looked back over his shoulder and frowned, silently demanding silence.

John complied. His throat had seized up anyway. As had pretty much every nerve in his body the moment as his eyes drifted past his father’s clambering form to the figure standing tall at the highest point of the roof. He clung to the railing at the top of the stairs and prayed to anyone that would listen that this wasn’t what it looked like.

Virgil was stood at the highest point of the roof, one hand resting atop the chimney stack, the other gesticulating as if he was engaged in a passionate debate. His posture was so familiar, the unstyled hair hanging in his face, less so. He couldn’t hear exactly what his brother was saying but his tone was friendly, good humoured even. Which, given the circumstances, was downright eerie.

A solitary bird of prey wailed impatiently as it hovered overhead. Peregrine, probably, John realised with a pang. Scott would point them out as they passed through every spring and every fall. He remembered the otherwise ‘so much more grown up than you lot’ fourteen year old bouncing gleefully around the yard the day they’d seen a female stoop on a pigeon right overhead. Every Tracy knew, because he reminded them often, that that was the fastest any living creature could travel under its own steam, although Scott was determined to break that record one day.

John was aware it should probably be ‘had been’ but was not in any way ready to make that shift. Not in any way at all. He swallowed hard at the lump threatening to close up his throat and returned his attention to his next biggest brother. He edged slightly closer as Dad finally reached Virgil and held out a hand.

Virgil didn’t take it.

More wailing from above, multiple voices this time. John, unable to resist glancing up at the sound, counted a group of four hastening through the sky towards the lone dot in the distance which he imagined wheeling back around at the cries of waaaaaaait-waaaaaait. Scott’s reverent voice reminded him that these birds travelled alone except for newly fledged siblings who would undertake their first big migration together for protection and moral support.

“YOU’RE UNBELIEVABLE!”

Virgil’s raised voice dragged John’s attention back - how had he lost concentration? What had he missed? His father was talking in a low voice, but John detected an edge he could quite place? He was… uncertain? That wasn’t like Dad at all. To hell with it, he had to get over there. He abandoned stealth and scrambled along the roof until the frustrated pain in his brother’s shout stopped him in his tracks.

“WHY WON’T YOU LET ME HELP HIM?!”

Virgil’s back was to his father and he flinched away as Dad reached out to touch his shoulder.

“HE’S GONE, VIRGIL! THIS IS JUST… A… A FANTASY…! YOU HAVE TO COME DOWN! Please…”

His father’s voice was finally raised but then cracked, agonisingly, on that last word and Virgil spun to face him, fury in his eyes.

Time slowed. John felt tension thicken the air, as potent as the moment before a storm breaks and it resolved in much the same way: With a roar of anger and a strike of pent up energy from Virgil’s muscular arm.

Dad crumpled to his knees and leant heavily against the chimney breast. There was absolute silence. John tore his eyes from his father to gape up at his strongest yet most determinedly non-violent brother, in time to see the horrified expression on Virgil’s face, staring at his own clenched fist as though it belonged to someone else entirely. He looked around in a panic and began to shuffle backwards away from his father, more like a small, frightened animal about to bolt than the broad, reassuring presence John knew him to be.

John was moving before his mind even registered the implications. Of course he was too slow, he should have been there to start with. He called out to try to warn him but only succeeded in causing his brother’s eyes to lock on to his for the split second before they widened further and he disappeared from view.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #john tracy #Jeff Tracy #scott Tracy #MIA Scott #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #resurface fic #tw: psychosis

[gumnut-logic]

Alexander Sweetapple and the Volcanic Island (Part 2)

Sweetapple Series Alexander Sweetapple and the Volcanic Island - Part 1 | Part 2

This one was actually written a while ago, but it wasn't working, so I finally sat down tonight and ironed it out a bit better. Well, I hope it's better because it hasn't been read by anyone and it is nearly midnight here.

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the original reread which needed the editing and partial re-write ::hugs tight:: and also to @womble1 for writing part one and being a wonderful support for this series.

Also to all of you who have given your time to support Mr Sweetapple. With out you guys, he would not be the person he is.

The first bit of this might seem familiar as I posted it as a WIP Wednesday at some point, probably on the wrong day of the week.

Again, this is male/male romance, so if that isn't your thing, this isn't your fic.

I hope you enjoy these 2200-odd words.

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“This is the Comms Room.”

Virgil put a gentle hand on Alex’s lower back to direct him out of the elevator and around a corner.

“This is where we brief and debrief missions.”

The room was huge. Massive glass doors opened onto a triangular balcony giving a fantastic view of the Island’s caldera.

Alex frowned at the glass doors, which were also triangular. He could see the track in the floor that they obviously followed to slide open and closed, but due to their triangular shape they wouldn’t be able to open on a straight plain. The glass must retreat down into the wooden floor somehow.

He built possible solutions in his head, throwing out unsatisfactory calculations, one after the other.

“Alex?”

“Huh?”

Virgil was frowning at him and Alex realised he was several steps closer to the doors than he had been…and standing in the middle of the room building door designs in his head.

“I’m okay.” Maybe a little stunned by…well, everything…but okay. Maybe he was just grasping at the familiar?

That hand appeared in the small of his back again.

He quite liked it being there.

“This is my brother John.”

Startled, Alex turned and came face to face with the one Tracy brother he had yet to meet. Red hair, blue and gold uniform…

“Hello, Alex. It is very nice to finally meet you.” Mr John Tracy held out a hand.

Oh, wow. “You’re the Voice Who Answers?”

“Yes.”

“The Eye in the Sky?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Thunderbird Five!” Oh my god!

“That would be me.”

Alex turned to Virgil. “This is amazing! I knew he was real! I knew it!”

Virgil had a very odd expression on his face.

Alex would analyse that later because he was talking to Thunderbird Five! He turned back to John to find a smirk on the man’s face.

“The rumours of my non-existence have been greatly exaggerated.”

A laugh burst out of Alex.

Now Virgil was frowning at him.

“Well, it looks like you’ve been out-classed this time, Virgil.” Mr Scott Tracy, no hologram required, appeared from behind the grinning astronaut, one arm resting across John’s shoulders, with a smile all of his own.

Alex’s eyes widened as he realised exactly what he had been saying, how it might appear, and, oh god, what had he done?!

It was only the soft hand at the small off his back that held him in place. The hand that slipped further around him and drew him gently closer to Virgil.

That soft and deep voice. “I’m not worried. John lives to be mysterious.”

“Hey!”

“What? Admit it, you love living on a super-secret space station.” Virgil’s arm was very warm.

“Yeah, but-“

Scott Tracy rolled his eyes in such a goofy manner, Alex was questioning if he was actually the same professional super god he had always thought him to be. “Face it, Johnny, he’s got you there.”

“Don’t call me ‘Johnny’.”

Scott squeezed him gently. “You’ll always be Johnny to me. Especially when you think I don’t know about half the things you get up to up there.”

John frowned. “What?”

But Scott was nodding. “Yes, I do know about the discos and the light displays.” He tapped his nose. “A little bird told me.”

“Well, the little bird and I will be having words later.”

Virgil half whispered in Alex’s ear. “Scott is toast.”

Commanding blue eyes were darting between two brothers. “In any case, welcome to Tracy Island, Alex.”

“Uh, thank you. Uh, for having me…and mum.”

His mother was off somewhere with Mrs Tracy. The two of them appeared to be embarking on a friendship that had Alex just a little terrified.

Mr Tracy’s eyes darted ever so slightly in Virgil’s direction before returning to Alex. “You are most definitely welcome.”

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Mr Tracy and John excused themselves after that and retreated to a desk on the far side of the room.

Virgil returned his hand to Alex’s back and led him down into the sunken lounge, offering him a seat.

“Sorry about that.” Alex wanted to crawl under the couch cushions.

“About what? John?”

Alex nodded.

Virgil snorted. “You made his day. Living in space is his preferred place but out of sight is out of mind and sometimes he can be forgotten.” A sigh and Virgil looked over at his red-haired brother. “It doesn’t hurt to remind him of how valued he is.”

“He lives up there?”

Dark eyes turned back to him. “Yeah.” His voice was wistful and Alex received the distinct impression that Virgil preferred John stay on terra firma.

“You don’t like him being up there?”

“I like it that he’s happy.”

Alex reached over and slipped his hand into Virgil’s, interlacing his strong fingers with his own and squeezing just a little.

Virgil looked at him and smiled, leaning towards Alex, enough for their shoulders and arms to touch.

For a moment, it was very, very nice.

But then Virgil looked down and frowned “Alex, there’s something you need to know.”

Alex immediately backed off. “I’m sorry-“

Virgil’s eyes widened. “No. No, this…” He held up their clasped hands, not letting Alex pull away. “…this, is wonderful.” He reached out with his other hand and nudged Alex closer, drawing their foreheads together gently. “Trust me on that.”

A blush rose in Alex’s cheeks. “Okay.” It would take some getting used to.

Though that hand on the back of his neck teasing the short hairs at the base of his skull - that he could really get used to.

It was very distracting.

“Alex, I need to tell you about Māhia.”

His heart stopped.

“What about Māhia?”

“We took some damage in the earthquake.”

Alex pulled away. “What? Are they okay?”

The hand moved to Alex’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “They’re fine. Everyone is fine. There were a few minor injuries, but everyone is safe.”

“What happened?”

“One of our buildings collapsed-“

“Which one? Who was hurt?”

“The main lab building, but everyone is okay.”

His heart was racing. “Erica?”

“Scott pulled her out. Some bruising and a broken arm.”

He let out a breath. Thank god. “She kicked me out. Said I should go to Gisborne with my mother for lunch.”

“We know. Scott may want to talk to you about updating your location when leaving the premises.”

There was something in Virgil’s eyes. “Oh god, you thought I was in a collapsed building?” A ragged breath. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“Alex, it’s okay. It was an error. We will learn from the error.” The ghost of a smile. “You were in a collapsed building. Just not that one.”

And Virgil had been looking for him. Alex reached up and brushed the hair above Virgil’s ear, cupping the side of his face. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s done. You’re safe, and that’s all that matters.” But Virgil was leaning into his hand.

Alex reached out and drew him into a full-on hug. “I am sorry, Virgil.”

Those strong arms wrapped around Alex and for a moment everything was perfect again.

But his thoughts fell back to Māhia.

As if reading his mind, Virgil pulled away and caught his eyes. “We can contact Erica, if you like?”

Alex nodded. Virgil turned towards his two brothers over by the desk. The two brothers Alex had forgotten were in the room.

With this amount of repeated blushing, his circulation system was getting a good workout.

John nodded when Virgil asked him to put them in contact with Erica. And Alex was immediately distracted by the pink head of hair that sprung up in the centre of the lounge.

The head spun in his direction. “Alex! Oh, thank god! Are you okay? Oh! Of course, you’re okay, because I saw you and…Oh! Hi, Virgil!” A knowing smile spread across her face. “Congratulations, I hope.”

Alex stared at her. “What? How do you-? Are you okay? Virgil said you were hurt?”

She waved an arm in plaster and Alex’s eyes widened. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. But you, I hear there have been developments.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Alex felt the blush to end all blushes creep up from his toes, conquer his face and take on his hair follicles. No doubt his hair was as red as that of Thunderbird Five.

Thunderbird Five!

Wait…

“What did you hear, Erry?”

“Hear, saw, it’s everywhere. You two are the talk of the planet. Virgil, you know how to kiss a boy. I’m almost jealous.” There was admiration in her eyes.

“Erica!” It was impossible to be more embarrassed.

“What? Check the nets. You can’t tell me the sight of you two reuniting during a major disaster, like that, doesn’t pull the heart strings. I had tears of joy in my eyes, really. Fred had to get me a tissue.”

“Fred?”

“Oh, um, yeah, he’s been helping me.” She looked away a moment, then held up her injured arm. “You know, with this.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Anyway, this isn’t about me, it’s about you and your torrid love affair with a Thunderbird.”

“What?” This time it was Virgil with the outrage.

Erica immediately backed off. “Sorry, Mr Tracy.” But her trepidation didn’t last long. “Just stirring his pot. He needs regular agitation or he petrifies.”

Alex glared at her.

She sobered. “Honestly, Sweet-pie, I’m really happy for you. Happy that you’re safe, and happy that…well, you know.”

Alex looked at his feet and shifted where he sat. Erica might niggle and nag him, but she really did do it all from a kind heart. “Thank you, Erry. I’m glad you are safe, too.”

“Erica?” Mr Tracy stepped down into the lounge. “I hope you and your team are following the media blackout protocol on this matter.”

Erica stared at him for a solid moment.

Uh-oh.

“Mr Tracy, how could you think that our team would ever let Alex down like that! Our lips are sealed. We at Tracy Industries save people, not throw them to the wolves.” A pair of pink eyebrows frowned fit to get themselves unemployed.

“Erica-“

Mr Tracy held up a hand. “It’s okay, Alex.” He turned back to the outraged mass of holographic pink hair. “I’m glad to hear that we are on the same page, Ms Stoltz.”

She straightened a little more in her hologram. “Always, Mr Tracy. You can depend on us.”

“I know. Thank you, Erica.” Mr Tracy turned to look at Alex as if to ask something, but didn’t say anything, He turned back to Erica. “You take the time you need to heal. We will welcome you back when you are ready.”

She nodded before eyeing Alex again. “Sweet-pie, let him look after you. You say you’re okay, but I’ve seen less shades of red and white on a barber’s pole.”

“Erry-“

“He’s under our care, Erica. We’re keeping an eye on him.” Virgil’s arm tightened around him a little more.

“Good. We need him in one piece to finish the Siliwrap project. Now we have to dig most of it out from under the remains of the labs…” Her eyes widened, targeting Virgil. “You did tell him, didn’t you?”

“I know about the labs, Erry.” It hadn’t really sunk in. Thank goodness for automatic backups. Whoever had designed the Tracy Industries computer network deserved an award.

“Don’t you worry, Sweet-pie. Fred has recovery underway. At this rate we’ll have new labs before you make it back.” Her smile returned and targeted Virgil, obvious in the hint that Alex’s stay would be prolonged.

“That’s good to hear, Erica.” Virgil’s tone was polite and perhaps a little amused. “We will keep in touch. Get better soon. Tracy Island out.”

And she was gone

The room seemed suddenly so quiet in her absence. But then he realised that both Mr Tracy and John were no longer in the room either. Where did they go?

“She cares very much about you.”

Huh? “Erry? Yeah, she’s a bit of a lifesaver.”

“I can see that.” Virgil was smiling.

Alex found himself smiling too. But then…

“She said we were on the nets.”

Virgil’s smile disappeared. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“About what?”

A sigh and Virgil pulled away a bit, reaching for a remote control. He fiddled for a moment and a scene flickered up where Erica had been moments before.

A holographic Virgil was walking across devastated ground, beelining for a holographic version of Alex, who hadn’t noticed his approach.

The expression on holographic Virgil’s face was pure shock.

Alex’s twin caught sight of him. The joy on his own face was a thing from fairytales or the latest romcom.

And then they were kissing.

Wow. Erica hadn’t been wrong. They hadn’t held back.

It was enough to get him hot under his collar.

Virgil was still holding his hand and squeezed gently.

“There are various versions online. This is one of the better ones. We’re working on curtailing its spread, but it has escaped containment. John’s on it, but for the moment, we’re trending.” There was apology in those dark eyes.

Alex turned back to the holoprojector where another version of ‘The Thunderbird Kiss’ began playing. Comments were scrolling past the image, along with the number of likes still climbing despite already being in the millions.

Oh, hell.

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TBC?

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[jayphoenic]

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The Other Diplomat Kid by @musicfeedsmysoul12

Sam Williams goes to Paris when their dad temporarily takes over the title of diplomat to get away from their grandfather. They end up meeting a girl everyone in the diplomat circle knows is a liar.

Fake Lila Rossi AU by @ladyanput

So it was that night that Lila approached this girl, befriended her, and later offered her a deal;

Lila would pay her handsomely for her services. To act as her double. Lila promises to pay for the plastic surgery, anything she needs to look exactly like Lila. Besides, who wouldn’t want to be one of the biggest influencers in Paris? The girl does the charity work, get down and dirty, get Lila a good image, while Lila enjoys the high life. But they plan in carefully so that the two are never seem at the same time, even if they were in different places.

Fortune Reversal by @cornholio4

They put their paws together and in unison used the incantation that activated the magic of the Fortune Reversal. Plagg let Tikki take the reigns as she turned Marinette’s fortune positive and jsut because she decided to be a petty Kwami she also decided to reverse the fortune of Lila.

Rate this (Trust is Hard to Come By) by @unmaskedagain

Lila looked honestly confused. She had missed something, and it was big. “What’s going on?”

Nino glared at the girl; his eyes red, tear streaks his face. “Those numbers tell the world how much Ladybug trusts you. Or how much she doesn’t,” He said darkly, thinking about his own number and his actions against the girl he once called his best friend. “And why.”

“The lower the number,” Adrien added. “The less she trust you.”

Remember some chapters are longer than others

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[ajpendragon]

I know it's the 5th, and not the 7th, but these turned themselves into a story along with number 14, and the two are in the wrong order. So have a little emotional whump to brighten your day.

Radio Silence

Radio Silence. Any rescue coordinator’s worst nightmare. At best, it simply meant your operative was ignoring you. Over the years, John had dealt with enough annoying younger brothers (and occasionally older ones) who were either mad at him, or simply too distracted to answer. Sometimes, it was simply a comm malfunction, which, although stressful, was easily fixed back at home. But today…

Today was the worst-case scenario. 

It shouldn’t have been a hard rescue. As far as disasters went, this one was relatively minor. The collapsing building was the first in the new development, so there was nothing else nearby it could bring down with it, and it was still under construction, so it was relatively empty. 

Virgil and Gordon had been tag-teaming it, alternating getting people out and shoring up the weakest points. The building was going to come down, there was no question about that, but they could delay it until everyone was out. 

“You’re doing great, guys.” John encouraged, eyes darting between life signs, weak points, and his brothers’ vitals. “There’s one more life sign in the southeast corner of the building. Looks like ground level or lower.”

He could see the weight lifting off their shoulders as they wiped dust and sweat from the foreheads. They were both flagging, he could tell, but they would finish the job. Gordon grinned brightly. “I got this, Virgil. Keep my exit open until I come back.” He dashed out of view, his hologram flickering out. 

Virgil sighed heavily. “He’s doing too much, John. He’s going to burn himself out.”

“I know, Virgil. After this, he’s on mandatory downtime for the next week. You both are.”

Virgil shook his head, moving to secure a crumbling beam. “I can keep going.”

“Funny. That’s exactly what Gordon would say. You’re both grounded. You’re way over your flight hours.”

Later, John would blame his lack of focus on bickering with Virgil. Whatever it was, he missed the yellow blip on his screen indicating a major weak point until it turned blaring red. 

“The building’s coming down now!” He shouted. “Get out of there.”

Virgil responded immediately, getting clear fast enough to avoid the debris, but Gordon must have been underground, for all they could hear from his comm was static. 

“Gordon? Gordon!?!” John and Virgil both shouted simultaneously. John’s hands were flying, pulling up images of the building and Gordon’s last known location, as well as any other information he had. “EOS! Get me Gordon’s suit readouts, now!”

“I cannot. Gordon’s suit appears to be malfunctioning or damaged. There is no data transmitting.”

Just then, the rubble shifted, a few last pieces of debris settling down, and the garbled static from Gordon’s comm cut off, leaving something worse…

Silence

#whumptober 2023 #no. 7 #radio silence #thunderbirds are go #john tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #presumed dead #thunderbirds fanfiction

[artzychic27]

Would that mean they took the school field trip to Gotham instead of New York and if so how would Zoé first meet them exactly? Would they save them from a super villain when one of them could transform or accidentally bump into them during a mission because if that the case that second one would be hilarious?!

Mme. Bustier: Students, welcome to Gotham.

*Cue clown-mask wearing guys driving crazily down the road with dollar bills flying on the breeze as gunshots are fired*

Akuma Class: …

Science Kids: …

Jean: Well, I like it here.

The first few days start off fine with the students hanging out at shops, avoiding villains, eating at cool restaurants, avoiding villains, and going to the parks

But one evening, while at the hotel, the Riddler and his men break in and hold the students hostage unless they can solve his riddles (Y’know, like most Maribat fics)

Lila (Remember, this is her canon self) urges them not to say anything until she can call Batman, to which the Science Kids roll their eyes and start answering each riddle correctly while also subtly coming up with a plan to neutralize The Riddler

Jean whispers spells which cause reflective surfaces in the room to move slightly, and Marc, with his hood over his head, uses his eye beams on Reshma’s compact mirror, which bounce all across the room until they nail The Riddler in the back, knocking him out

Right at that moment, Batman and a blonde Robin arrive on the scene, and Lila takes the credit for using a “special taser” to incapacitate The Riddler

Yeah, they ain’t buying it

Anyway, they knock out The Riddler’s henchmen, avoid the press, and head off onto the night, not even bothering to keep Lila from blabbing and getting herself killed because of her “connections”

Cosette: I’ll just say what we’re all thinking… Robin was kind of hot.

Reshma: But they wore a mask.

Cosette: Hush… They were hot.

Meanwhile in the Bat Cave, Robin is going over the securty footage from the hotel when they notice something odd about the way The Riddler was taken out

They also can’t help but notice how familiar some of the Science Kids look

Batman: Huh. Does that kid with the braids remind you of Virgil Hawkins?

Robin: Other than the outdated slang? Yes. Also, that one with the red hoodie has the same color eye beams as Starfire. And tell me that brunette doesn’t have Zatanna’s eyes.

Batman: … Well, I know some people who have some explaining to do.

One night while the Akuma Class is asleep, the Science Kids decide to go out and blow off a little steam due to Lila’s non-stop talking about knowing the Bat-family and the Justice League

The city’s overrun with all sort of criminals, so who’s going to notice some superpowered teenagers?

Here’s an answer, Batman and Blonde Robin who have been keeping close tabs on them since the hostage

Ismael: *Nervous laughter* You must be wondering how I’m flying, why her skin is suddenly magenta, and how he broke the sound barrier just by running. Funny story-

Batman: You’re all coming with us.

Science Kids: Yes, sir.

After being served tea by Alfred, Batman questions them about their parentage

Lacey: That’s it? Okay, my godfather is Beast Boy since he transferred some of his blood to me after an accident, Aurore’s bio dad is Aquaman, Marc’s mom is Starfire, Denise’s… I guess, creator is Wonder Woman, Simon’s godfather is The Flash. Same deal as me. Ismael’s dad is Superman, Reshma’s mom is Poison Ivy, Cosette’s dad is Static Shock, Jean’s mom is Zatanna, and Mireille’s mom is Black Canary. This tea is amazing, by the way.

Aurore: So, is that all? Was dragging us to your brooding lair really necessary? What happens now?

Robin: I told him it was excessive.

Batman: Look, you kids can’t go out using your powers out in the open. You’re in Gotham; one of your parents enemies could make the connection.

Marc: Most of my mother’s enemies are either back in Jump City or on Tamaran.

Cosette: Ebon and Heatstroke are way out in Dakota, so I’m good.

Robin: … You single?

Cosette: What?

Robin: Nothing!

When they head back to the hotel, they discover that Robin somehow got all of their numbers and set up a group chat between the eleve of them, because they need to be around decent people their age and not those snobs at Gotham Academy

Well, they don’t mind. Now Robin can keep them up to date on any villain attacks so they can avoid it… Or help out from the shadows. Who’s gonna stop them?

When news gets out about hooded vigilantes with superpowers assisting Batman and Robin, Lila uses it to her advantage and says that Jean of all people is her boyfriend

Jean: *Loudly laughing* Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, stop it!

Lila: *Tearing up* What’s so funny? What my boyfriend and I have is beautiful!

Jean: *Rolling on the floor and crying while laughing* Stop! I’m gonna fucking bust a gut if you don’t stop!

Don’t worry, those who believe Lila aren’t complete and total assholes like in MariBat stories, so no one gets left behind on purpose when a villain tries to kill everyone in the room or steal a room key so someone has to spend their vacation in the dangerous part of Gotham… (That has happened in fics)

They just glare or tell them to knock it off because they know better than to make a scene in Gotham of all places. When they’re not doing that, they’re trying to keep Lila from telling so many people about her connections to the Bat Family

When taking a tour of a museum, it couldn’t be on a worse day when Scarecrow decides to show his face and spread his toxin throughout the building

Jean uses his magic to manipulate the air around him and the others so the toxins can’t get to them, Marc and Ismael zap any security cameras so no one sees them using their powers, and they go to kick Scarecrow’s ass while the rest are under the effects of his toxin

He didn’t exactly account for ten superhuman teenagers and became bound by a mint green cobra, punched into next week by a short guy in a cardigan, had his eardrums destroyed, and electrocuted

Batman/Robin: *Barge in wearing gas masks and crying the antidote for the Fear Toxin* What the-?

Science Kids: *Playing cards on Scarecrow’s limp body*

Aurore: And just what took you two so long?

Robin: I quit. I wanna join their team.

Batman: Not in the middle of the semester.

Just one more week until they head back to Paris. And as a special treat, the sponsor for the contest Marinette won and Lila claimed she won has surprised them all tickets to the Wayne Gala, because that’s also a thing in these fics

The Science Kids spend the day finding some fancy outfits, doing each others hair and makeup, and trying so hard to ignore Lila until she tries to get her classmates to buy her an expensive dress becuase she “left her wallet at home”

Cue Simon grabbing her wallet without anyone noticing

Simon: Here, Lila. I found this on the floor at the hotel. You should be more careful. Well, at least now Rose can buy that gorgeous dress.

Then Cosette prevents Lila from messing up Marinette’s hair dryer at the salon

Aurore keeps Nathaniel dry when Lila tries to push him in a puddle for some petty reason by diverting the water

And just to be petty, Reshma throws a few pollen bombs at Lila

Anyway, it’s the evening of the Wayne Gala, and everyone is looking gorgeous. It’s all going well, Marc musters up the courage to ask Nathaniel for a dance, Alya’s talking with Lois Lane, Robin managed to snag a dance with Cosette, no high-ranking people are buying any of Lila’s lies… Then The Joker makes an appearance

The Akuma Class start wondering if they’re cursed to just be followed by super villains no matter where they go

Since they can’t exactly sneak off without one of The Joker’s henchmen noticing, the Science Kids have no choice but to use their powers in public. And they expose Lila’s lies a bit, so that’s a bonus

Jean: Hey! Girlfriend of mine, there’s something I should tell you… *Seizes Jon Kent by the waist, dips, and kisses him for ten second* It’s not me, it’s you. Or, rather, it was never you, because I’m not dating you. *Rejoins the fight*

Jon: … Damn.

Ismael: Dude! That’s my brother!

Then, at the last second, when a bullet is about to pierce Marc, it suddenly stops in mid-air, surrounded by a black aura

The Joker’s henchmen are rounded up and bound by an unseen force while the Joker is forced into a portal leading to Arkham Asylum

Everyone’s just wondering who did that until Nino points out Nathaniel floating and surrounded by a black aura

Alix: NATH?!

Jean: I knew there was something up with him.

Kim: He’s magic?!

The fight ends with the Akuma Class crowding around Nathaniel and trying to get answers out of him until he freezes time so he can talk to the Science Kids, Batman, and Robin

Nathaniel: I always had a feeling I wasn’t the only superhuman at school.

Batman: That magic of yours. Are you-

Nathaniel: Son of Trigon, devourer of a thousand souls, conqueror of a million universes. Nice to meet you; can I have your autograph?

Denise: Uh, real quick. What about your classmates? We can’t exactly have them all knowing about us.

Nathaniel: Don’t worry. By the time I unfreeze time, they won’t remember anything within the last hour.

And they didn’t.

Long story short- Lila gets exposed, Cosette and Robin have been texting outside the group chat, Batman relented and took a selfie with the Science Kids, and that’s about it

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #science kids #mlb ocs #mlb au #maribat #answered ask #ask me stuff #Gotham #Batman #dc comics #dc kids

[actuallymarzzz]

My theory on the orange side: HE'S NOT LOGAN'S OPPOSITE?

WOW PLOT TWIST I KNOW

so basically I was watching through sanders sides the other day (as you do) and I was making a couple of theories on the orange side, yk average TSS enjoyer activities, WHEN SUDDENLY I WAS STRUCK WITH SOMETHING GLORIOUS

THE SVS REDUX

This is the first hints we see about the orange side (see from the cover screen showing a 7th side and the famous 01134 on the street fighter game sequence) BUT HAVE WE EVER STOPPED TO CONSIDER WHAT ELSE IS IN THIS EPISODE?

At 40:06 of the SVS redux, there is a MUSIC CHANGE (to a track that in my personal opinion sound WAY too funky to be "just for instrumental") and furthermore, Roman says at 40:12, "how long must we act selfishly until Thomas is ready to start putting more... good into the world?". Janus then responds, "A good question, for another time."

Now one might take that as Janus avoiding the question, but I think its strange that it is ONLY IN THIS PART OF THE VIDEO THAT THIS MUSIC PLAYS, when they are talking about being TOO selfish, to the embodiment of LIES. So what does it mean? I believe it symbolises Thomas lying to himself about the existence of the orange side.

SO THE QUESTION YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR THE ANSWER TO - WHO THE FRICKLE FRACK IS THE ORANGE SIDE? In my opinion, I believe it is Narcisissm. Or at least, that's what Thomas VIEWS it to be.

LET ME EXPLAIN-

The first time orange appears in the series is in the episode about SELFISHNESS, and how it shouldn't be mistaken for self care. This is extremely similar to how society treats self-love as a narcisisstic, hence why Thomas would believe this is what the orange side represents.

Now let's look at my favourite thing: COLOURS. WHAT DO THEY MEAN? • Red - This colour mainly represents Passion and Courage (like Roman, the passion is for creativity and the courage is the whole "ill always be your hero" thing) • Yellow - Many people respond to this colour in different ways, some find it cheery, others find it grating (Much like many people have different views on lying and Deceit) • Green - it is sometimes associated with sickness, and too much of it can evoke isolation (much like how intrusive thoughts make people feel sick and that they are alone with these thoughts) • Blue - light shades of blue often represent confidence, peace, honesty and reliability (literally aligning with Patton's existence in a whole) • Indigo - This colour can be seen as knowledgeable, representing integrity and intuition (Do I even have to say anymore, it literally is knowledge, aka Logan) • Purple - Shades of this colour have been used in the care of mental of nervous disorders (Maybe this is why Virgil started wearing purple, to symbolise thomas's better management of his anxiety?)

And now, what about orange? One of the negative connotations of this colour is self-indulgence, which is characterized by doing or tending to do exactly what one wants (much like BEING SELFISH). This would explain the appearance of the orange side in the SVS redux.

"But what about the colour wheel? WHAT IS ORANGE THE OPPOSITE OF?" Before I continue, I'm leaving virgil out of this because thats a whole other can of worms I DONT WANT TO DIVE INTO TODAY, BUT LEMME EXPLAIN

Red and Green are opposites, much like Remus and Roman. They represent both sides of Thomas' creativity - dark and light - so it makes sense.

Heres where things get tricky. LEAVING VIRGIL OUT OF THIS (bcus he's more of a... neutral side I guess? I feel like he doesn't really have a clear opposite anyways) The colour closest to this is actually yellow. This kinda makes sense, as Logan is based on truths while Janus is based on lies.

SO THAT LEAVES PATTON, THE EMBODIMENT OF MORALITY AND SELFLESSNESS. AND THE ORANGE SIDE, WHO I'VE JUST THEORISED TO BE A FIGURE REPRESENTING NARCISISSM AND SELFISHNESS, much like the entire plot of the svs redux.

You might be thinking, "BUT WORKING THROUGH INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS !!! LOGAN WAS ORANGE !!! HOW DOES THAT WORK????" That's because Logan had a selfish goal behind Thomas's schedule, which was being listened to for once. Many people who have narcisisstic tendancies tend to crave attention, much like logan. This part where the "orange side took over" wasn't the orange side himself, it was a representation of Logan's need to be listened to.

Am I saying Thomas Sanders is a narcisisst? No, not in the slightest. Earlier I said that this is how Thomas percieves the orange side, because they're HIS SIDES. He views his self love and desire to be listened to as narcisissm because that's what he's been brought up to believe. It can even be reflected through Patton's behaviour in the SVS redux.

Again, this is JUST A THEORY. I'm not saying any of this is fact. Also special note for these guys:

Colour theory experts (I can't art so my colour wheel analogy is probably so off

People who have NPD/actually know more about it (I want to clarify that this is how I think Thomas PERCIEVES the orange side, not what it is. I'm not diagnosing)

Virgil lovers (HE DOESNT MAKE SENSE IM SO SORRY)

PEOPLE WHO KNOW THE SERIES BETTER THAN ME (Yes I know that the line seperating "opposite sides" is a little blurry)

Thank you and goodnight (you should totally repost this)

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides theory #logan is really hot #logan sanders hmu #prinxiety #intrulogical

[oliviaischillin1204]

Lovely Little Logan

[olivia's note: hello friends! this is another work from anne onymous, whom i love. this fic is also primarly about age regression (specifically with logan regressing) so keep that in mind! thank you SO much anne!!!]

Logan couldn't stand being babied, he despised it. He's not cute and adorable like Patton, he's logic. He's serious, mature and dignified. He's possibly the only side that truly acts like an adult. But whenever someone tries to talk to him as if he's anything less than that, it…does something to him. Something he considered embarrassing. He's managed to hide it well up to this point, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep the charade up. He expressed his hatred of being spoken to in such manner and the others usually complied, although Patton sometimes accidentally slipped up and Roman would do it on purpose in an attempt to annoy him. Perhaps that's exactly why after a brief bickering, he decided to do the one thing Logan couldn't handle. With tickling added.

Logan cursed himself for not seeing it coming. He should've known better than to aggravate Roman instead of just agreeing to disagree and now look where it's gotten him: pinned to the floor, blushing a shade of red that could compete with Roman's sash and giggling like an infant. "Aren't you just a ticklish little baby? Who's a ticklish little baby?" Roman cooed as he played Logan's ribs like a piano. "Nohohohoho, Rohohoman, plehehease!" Logan begged. "Aww, please what, baby boy? Please…get your belly? Does someone want tummy tickles on his ticklish tummy-tum? Is this what you wanted, cutie-pie? Laugh for the tickle monster, Logi-Bear!" Roman teased, scribbling across Logan's sensitive tummy. Logan couldn't even speak among his squeals and laughs, this was so humiliating. He could feel his composure dissolving away. "Ok, Princey. Knock it off before he short circuits." a voice said from behind.

Roman turned around and saw Virgil, smirking. Roman groaned and stopped tickling, giving Logan a chance to catch his breath. "You're such a fun killer." Roman whined. "Did it occur to you that maybe I want a turn?" Virgil asked. Roman gave a sly smile and wiggled his fingers threateningly, causing Virgil to roll his eyes. "I meant a turn at tickling Logan." Virgil explained. Logan made a noise that could only be described as a strangled sound of protest that got jumbled, mixed up and scrambled while escaping his mouth. "Aw, what's the matter, Logic? Cat got your tongue?" Virgil taunted, sitting on Logan's arms to pin them down. "Oh no, Lo-Lo. Now there's two tickle monsters. Whatever will you do?" Roman teased. "Sorry?" Logan said with puppy-dog eyes, hoping this would work. "Why, thank you, little star. Such good manners. What a big thing to do. I accept your apology." Roman remarked. Logan sighed in relief, thinking this might be over. "But you're still getting the tickles." Roman continued.

Logan's eyes widened in shock but before he could protest, it was too late. Roman went back to skittering across his sides and stomach while Virgil went to town on his ribs and armpits. Logan kicked and bucked as he laughed hysterically. "Tickle tickle tickle, giggles!" Roman cooed. "Cootchie cootchie coo, I'm tickling you!" Virgil teased, catching on to the recurring theme of the teases. "Vihihirgil, nohohoho! Plehehease!" Logan squealed. "Please what, blushy baby? You need to use your words. Can you do that for me, little cutie?" Virgil gushed. Logan tried as hard as he could to hide his face in his arms but with Virgil sitting on them, it was impossible. "Aww, who's a blushy baby? Who's a blushy boy? I think you are, yes you are! Aren't you just adorable?" Roman teased. Logan bucked and kicked desperately but he wasn't strong enough to knock Roman off. Especially in this state, weakened by laughter and…what his friends were saying.

"You doing ok, Roman?" Virgil asked. "I've had years of practice with Remus. Compared to him, this is smooth sailing." Roman assured. "It's not the bucking I'm worried about, it's the kicking. He might get you if you're not careful." Virgil explained. "Maybe we should invite Patton to join us. Wouldn't that be fun, Logi? Patton playing with your ticklish little toesies, me tickling your sensitive belly and Virgil poking around your ribs?" Roman taunted. Logan shook his head as much as he could. "Nah, he'd probably stop us because we've already been at this for a while and knows Logan told us not to talk to him like a child." Virgil argued. "You hear that, Logan? We get all your giggles and squeals to ourselves. You're ours to tickle and tickle forever!" Roman teased. "Nohohohoho! Nohohot foreveheheher!" Logan cackled. "Yes! Forever and ever and ever!" Roman cooed.

Logan wasn't sure how much longer he could take this. His maturity was slipping away and he was struggling to form real sentences. "Oh Logan? This tickle monster is getting a little hungry." Virgil warned, getting off Logan's arms and wrapping his own around his ribcage, Logan's back pressed against his chest. Roman almost fell off Logan when he noticed Virgil lying underneath him. Before he could ask what he was doing, his question was answered when Virgil started nuzzling and nibbling at Logan's neck, making ridiculous noises as he did so. Logan squealed, giggled and squeaked as his neck was attacked. "Nohoho, dohohon't eheheat mehehehe!" Logan squeaked. "Aww, why not? The tickle monster's so very hungry and you have such a yummy neck." Virgil teased before going back to what he was doing. Logan couldn't believe he said something so ridiculous and swore himself to silence.

"Speaking of hunger, your belly looks rather empty, you poor little thing. But I can fill it up for you." Roman said, slowly lifting Logan's shirt up. "With raspberries." Roman added, blowing on Logan's tummy as much as he could which caused the usually stoic side to scream with laughter and figuratively melt. Logan couldn't fight anymore. All he could do was lie there until this eventually stopped. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. "Alright, you two. That's enough. He needs a breather." a voice said. Roman and Virgil looked up to see Patton looking down at them, sternly. They relented and stopped. Virgil let go of Logan and stood next to Patton while Roman got off Logan's waist and joined the others, leaving Logan curled up on the floor and trying to get the last of his giggles out. "You good, Logan?" Patton asked. Logan gave a weak thumbs up. "Sorry if we went too far." Roman said. "You're mean." Logan whined. "Aww, came on, Logan. Don't be grumpy." Patton said. He noticed Logan's tone and pout seemed rather childish and it gave him a theory.

"Where's Daddy gone?" Patton asked as he hid his face in his hands, causing everyone to look at him rather confused. "Peek-a-boo!" Patton exclaimed, revealing his face and noticed Logan trying to suppress a smile. He repeated the action and Logan burst into giggles. "Aww, there's that smile!" Patton cooed, booping Logan's nose and chuckling when he tried to bite him. "Oh, you cheeky little monkey! How do you feel, kiddo?" Patton asked as he held up his fingers. Logan looked deep in thought before pushing down six of Patton's fingers, leaving four remaining. "Good job, Logan! Ten minus six is four! You're so smart!" Patton praised. "Can someone please explain what is happening here?" Roman asked. "I think we just discovered that Logan is a little." Virgil replied. "A little what? Confusing?" Roman queried. "No, he's an age regressor." Patton said.

"A what?" Roman asked. "An age regressor. You know, that thing where somebody's mind goes child-like as a coping mechanism for things like stress, trauma, or other mental health issues? They think and act younger, usually as a little kid or a toddler or sometimes a baby? Ring a bell?" Virgil explained. "That's a thing? Phew, I thought I was losing it." Roman sighed. "You do it too?" Virgil asked. "Yeah, every now and then when things get a little overwhelming. You do too, huh?" Roman inquired. "Sometimes, but I was referring to Logan that time." Virgil confessed hesitantly, clearly not ready to talk about it openly yet. "Well, now that we know, how would you like a caregiver, Logi-Bear?" Patton asked. Logan to clapped excitedly, causing Patton to laugh. "I guess that's a yes." Patton chuckled. "Would it be stupid to ask what a caregiver is?" Roman asked. "Someone who takes care of you when you regress." Virgil explained. "So like babysitters?" Roman joked. "Sorta. Or like a parental figure." Virgil replied. "And as your new parental figure, I think these clothes are much too grown-up for a little one like you." Patton said, playing with Logan's tie before summoning a new outfit.

Logan looked down at himself and beamed. He was wearing a blue stripey t-shirt, overall shorts, socks covered in rockets and black trainors. And even better, the front pocket on his overalls had a pacifier clip with a dark blue pacifier covered in silver stars attached at the end of it. He immediately popped it in his mouth, sucking away happily and smiling widely. "I thought Logan felt four, four year olds don't use pacifiers." Roman remarked. "Actually, there's a lot of reasons someone might use pacifiers, Roman. It could be for fidgeting, to stop you biting your nails, to help you sleep, to stop yourself from over eating, to de-stress, or just for fun." Patton explained. "Yeah, I almost always regress to four and I use a pacifier every time. You should seriously try it at least once, it's soothing as fuck." Virgil blurted out. "He said a bad word!" Logan protested. "Virgil!" Patton scolded. "Whoops. Sorry L, my bad. I'll make a mental note to avoid swearing when you're regressed." Virgil apologised. "Well, thanks for the info. But I think we've forgotten something very important: Every child needs a plushie." Roman said, summoning Logan's plushie of himself and handing it to him.

"It me!" Logan exclaimed, bouncing with excitement. "That's right, starlight. It's a mini-you. You're so clever." Roman cooed, gently ruffling Logan's hair. "Careful of his hair, Thomas's thing effects all of us." Virgil cautioned. "I'm being careful! Jeez." Roman barked. After more explaining and talking, everyone decided to watch a movie in the living room, letting Logan pick, of course. They were surprised when Logan picked a Tinker Bell movie but it made more sense when the scene of Tinker Bell and her friend experimenting with pixie dust came up. As the movie played, they noticed Logan was yawning quite a bit and rubbing his eyes a lot. "Looks like it might be naptime for you, kiddo." Patton advised, Logan nodding sleepily in response. Virgil summoned a blanket and Roman summoned a pillow, placing them carefully on the couch for Logan. Patton tucked him in and read him a bedtime story, but it wasn't enough to help him sleep.

"How about a lullaby?" Roman offered, gently removing Logan's glasses. Logan nodded, too tired to talk. Roman began to sing Darling's lullaby from "Lady And The Tramp" and it seemed to be exactly what Logan needed. "La la lu, la la lu. Oh my little star sweeper. I'll sweep the stardust for you. La la lu, la la lu. Little soft fluffy sleeper. Here comes a pink cloud for you." Roman sung as Logan closed his eyes, snuggling up to his plushie. "La la lu. La la lu. Little wandering angel. Fold up your wings, close your eyes. La la lu, la la lu. And may love be your keeper. La la lu, la la lu, la la lu." Roman sang, smiling as he noticed Logan had drifted off to sleep. "There now, little star sweeper. Dream on." Roman gushed. In the past, Roman would've seen this as a chance to get some blackmail material. Logan napping on the couch with a pacifier in his mouth and cuddling a toy? He would've seized the opportunity to get a photo faster than you can say "Instagram". But that was then. Right now, he couldn't stop gazing at his sleeping friend.

"This might sound stupid, but I never realised how much Logan looks like Thomas without his glasses." Virgil commented. "Nah, I'm with you. I never noticed either." Patton agreed. "Shhhhh!" Roman hushed. "Sorry, Roman. You're right, let's leave him be." Patton whispered. The three quietly walked away from the couch and left the room. After half an hour, Roman decided to check on Logan and found him half-asleep/half-awake. "Something wrong, little one?" Roman asked. "Thirsty." Logan said quietly. Roman summoned a space themed sippy-cup filled with warm milk and gave it to the sleepy side. After drinking it all, Logan quickly dozed off again. Roman smiled. He could get used to this. If this was a new thing that would become frequent, he wouldn't mind it one bit. Sure, it was different and unexpected, but it was also really cute. He decided to go find Patton and let him know Logan has two caregivers now.

After an hour, Logan woke up rather confused. When did he fall asleep? Why was he on the couch? Wait, is he sucking a pacifier?! Logan spat it out and frantically searched for his glasses. He felt them on the coffee table and quickly put them on, looking around and froze in shock. His clothes were different, Disney+ was on the TV, there was a sippy cup on the coffee table and he was holding his plushie of himself. What just happened?! Logan thought hard to figure this out. What did he remember last? He was having a disagreement with Roman, he tackled him to the floor and tickled him, he teased him with baby-talk and Virgil joined in, then Patton stopped them and–oh no. The others know! His secret he tried so hard to hide was out and there's nothing he can do! Logan summoned his signature outfit and cleared everything away when Patton walked in. "Hey Logan! Looks like you're feeling big again. Had a good nap?" Patton inquired. Logan remained quiet. He wanted to cry, but that would trigger another regression and that's the last thing he wanted right now. Patton seemed to catch on to Logan's discomfort and knew this needed to be dealt with. "Sit down. Let's talk." Patton said as he sat on the couch, patting the spot next to him. Logan sighed and sat down.

"None of us think any less of you for this, Logan. We don't view you any differently than before. There's nothing wrong with this. If this is how you deal with what you need to deal with, or something triggers it and it happens, it doesn't hurt anyone. It's completely ok and no one is judging you." Patton reassured, rubbing Logan's shoulder assuringly as he processed these words. "Not even Roman?" Logan mumbled. "Especially not Roman! He's practically smitten with you when you're little. Before I came down here, he was just asking me to ask you if you wanted him as your caregiver too." Patton revealed. Logan stopped fighting his feelings and burst into tears, clutching Patton tightly. "I sorry." Logan whimpered. "It's ok, kiddo. And I'm sorry you felt like you had to hide this from us." Patton said, wiping away a tear from Logan's cheeck. "Now, where's that cute little smile of yours, huh?" Patton asked, squeezing Logan's sides. "Nohohoho! Nohohot agahahahain!" Logan squealed in surprise. "Yes, again! Roman and Virgil had their fun with you, I gotta catch up." Patton reasoned. As Logan giggled and wiggled around in Patton's lap, he thought to himself that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps it was a good thing this happened.

The End.

#my posts #submission #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #sanders sides agere #anne onymous

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Find Your Shape

Prompt: I know this isnt exactly a prompt, but it's a scene I had in mind (hope that's okay?)

When Janus shapeshifts, he tries to assume someone's personality and sometimes gets lost in it, but can always step out of the act afterwards.

Janus' shapeshifting powers basically spaz out and he starts switching through the other sides and mixing and matching their styles by accident and he doesn't know how to stop it. It's making him question his identity and lose himself. So the others just witness him flipping through and try to calm him down?

Sorry, I'm not the best at describing. - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: derealization, dissociation, arguable panic attack

Pairings: DLAMPR

Word Count: 2071

Patton blinks when he comes downstairs to see Janus staring off at the window. His hands are bunched in his lap—and there seems to be something…in them? Oh, no, wait, those are more of his hands. Oh, dear. 

“Janus? You okay, kiddo?”

“I’m perfectly reasonable, jeez, Pop-Star, don’t you worry about me, Patton, there are kraken tentacles outside!”

Uh. 

Okay. 

Hold on a second. 

Patton slowly holds up his hands, showing that he’s not a threat, then makes his way over to the other end of the couch. Janus doesn’t turn toward him. 

“You…wanna try that again?”

“Ugh, I said I’m fine, there’s no cause for you to worry, I’m all good, Padre, I can feel ants crawling around in my bones.”

Nope. Definitely bad. Patton takes a deep breath and reaches out. “Janus? Can you look at me?”

“Why?”

Well, one word’s better than the amalgamation of…everyone. “I want to see if you’re having trouble focusing again.”

“I don’t see why I’d have to look at you for that,” he spits, voice sliding from Remus’s cackle to Logan’s deadpan and back just as quickly. 

“…it’s okay if you are, kiddo, I just want to help.”

“Well, maybe I don’t need your help.”

The reminder of Virgil’s voice—and face—spitting through those same words is almost enough to make him flinch, but he forces himself to breathe through it instead. “Are you hurting?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I care about you, Janus,” he says easily, “and I want you to be alright.”

Janus takes a deep breath, his hands rippling in his lap as he gets a little smaller on the couch. Slowly, his face turns and Patton stifles a noise. 

Glasses hang from one ear, markup smeared under one eye, his hair unsure whether it wants to poke out white or brown from under his hat that looks more as if it’s been crammed on his head than placed there. 

Under his cloak, he can see flashes of red, blue, and green. His gloves keep shimmering as though he can’t decide whether he wants to keep them on or off. As he glances up at Patton, the one slitted pupil is drawn as tight as the curtains. 

“Hey,” Patton says softly, “you having a bad time?”

He nods once. Sharply. 

“Can we help?”

“How?”

“Just like last time, do you remember last time?” 

Janus closes his eyes and shakes his head back and forth. “Is—is that the shifting help?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s the shifting help.” 

“…okay.”

“Yeah? Is it cool if I call everybody?”

Janus glances out the window again. Patton follows his gaze. 

“What are you looking at, sweetheart?”

“The sun,” Janus says, but the words aren’t coming out like him, they sound like—like Logan, like Roman, when they have a problem they can’t seem to solve, “I…I want it.”

Patton blinks. “You want the sun?”

“Yes,” Janus hisses, “but I don’t know why.”

It’s because you’re a snake and you get cold easily, he wants to say, but he can’t just give Janus the answers. He needs to figure them out for himself. Sort through the mess and find himself again. 

“Can I call them, sweetheart, or do you want another moment?”

Janus looks down at his hands. They curl and uncurl in his lap. The gloves still shimmer. 

“…I want them out of me.”

Breathing a sigh of relief when he sounds like Janus for a moment, Patton nods and reaches out.

“Whoa, Pop-Star, give me some warning next time.”

“Hello! I am here, what can I break?”

“Patton? Is everything alright?”

“Yeesh, Padre, you grabbed my hair!”

Patton winces as all of them start talking at once, quickly holding up his hands to prevent any further comments. He glances at Janus who…well, is still looking out of the window. 

“Shapeshifting help,” he says quietly, nodding to their snake. 

“Ah,” Logan says, adjusting his tie and his glasses, “I see. Do we have an order?”

“Me first,” Remus says, oddly sober as he steps forward. “Mine’s the hardest to sit in once.”

He walks over to Janus’s peripheral, crouching down and waving to get his attention. 

“Hey, Snakey,” he calls, waiting for Janus’s head to swing over to him, “you with me?”

“Remus.”

“Yeah, Snakey, it’s me. Heard you’re in a shift-stuck, can I help?” Janus nods. “Yeah? Okay, great. Can you do me a favor and try to copy me?”

Slowly, Remus eases himself into a seated position, crossing his legs and setting his palms on his knees. Janus tries to mirror his position, clumsily crossing his legs too. Remus reaches up and takes a hold of a chunk of his hair. 

“Copy me, Snakey.”

As Janus reaches up, the glove on his hand vanishes and the hat gives way to a stripe of white hair. Another moment and his clothes shimmer too, until an exact copy of Remus is sitting on the couch. 

“Good, good job, Snakey.” Remus lets go of his hair. “My name is Remus. I’m Creativity.”

“My—my name is Remus. I’m Creativity.”

“Good job. Now let me go.”

Janus-as-Remus closes his eyes, shuddering once, twice, before he morphs back into himself again. The gloves are a little more opaque this time and some of the mania is gone from his eyes. The white stripe fades completely. 

“Good, Snakey.” Remus stands up. “You did really well.”

“Okay,” Patton mumbles, “who’s next?”

“You, Padre, go for it.”

Patton stands up too, moving to stand in front of Janus and smiling. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Patton?”

“Yeah, kiddo, it’s me. Can you copy me too?”

Patton runs his hands carefully over the hoodie sleeves tied over his shoulders. Janus’s hands fit to the patterns he sets, the gold chains becoming grey sleeves, the mess under his cloak morphing to red, yellow, then light blue. Glasses form on his face and an identical Patton sits on the couch. 

“Good job, kiddo.”

“Good job, kiddo,” says Janus-as-Patton. 

“I’m Patton. I’m Morality.”

“I’m Patton. I’m—I’m Morality.”

“Now let me go, kiddo, you can do it.”

Janus-as-Patton takes a deep breath and shimmers, glasses fading, light blue disappearing under yellow. Only the ghost of eyeshadow remains on Janus’s face, cape cluttered by the afterimage of a tie and a red sash. 

“I got this,” Virgil mutters, sliding to take Remus’s former position on the ground. “Hey, J.”

“Virgil.” He’s starting to sound more like himself. Good. “You…your hair isn’t purple.”

“Yeah, it grew out.” Virgil raises his hand to muss it up. Well, muss it up more. “Can you copy me, bud?”

Another Virgil sits on the couch, playing with his hair. His hands slide down to worry at the hoodie strings. 

“Hey, bud, keep copying me. That’s right, you can do it. Uh-huh, just like that.” Virgil slowly raises his hand, opening it and closing it a few times, watching Janus-as-Virgil do the same. “Good. Ready? I’m Virgil.”

“I’m Virgil.”

“I’m Anxiety.”

“I’m An—An—“

“You can do it bud, I believe in you.”

“I’m Anxiety,” Janus-as-Virgil gasps, “I’m Anxiety.”

“Hey, you did it, good job. Can you let me go now?”

The person on the couch hunches over, curling around himself, arms going around his waist. Big shuddering breaths heave out like nails on a chalkboard. As he drags air in and out of his lungs, the mess of hair on his head starts to shimmer. 

“C’mon, bud,” Virgil murmurs, “I know it’s hard. You can do it. Just let me go. It’s okay. We’ve got you.”

The hoodie flickers in and out, once, twice, then a gloved hand shoots out and grabs for Virgil. 

“Hey, I’m right here. Feel that? I’m outside you. You got me. You just gotta push it at me.”

The person gives one last great gasp and Janus reforms, panting but no eyeshadow in sight. 

“Hey, bud, that was a big one. You did great, okay? It’s okay. You did it, it’s over.” Virgil squeezes his hand. “You want a break?”

Janus shakes his head. “Want this over with.”

“Okay,” Roman mumbles under his breath, “how is it that he managed to sound like me and Logan and himself when he said that?”

“Because you assholes say it like that all the time.”

“Kiddos,” Patton warns, “Logan and Roman, who’s going first?”

“I will.” Logan takes a deep breath and goes to crouch in front of Janus. “Janus? Can you hear me?”

“Logan.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Logan puts a hand flat on his chest, right under the knot of his tie. “Copy me.”

Janus-as-Logan takes shape quicker, his expression flat as he keeps his eyes on Logan’s hands. 

“I’m Logan.”

“I’m Logan.”

“I’m Logic.”

“I’m Logic.”

“Good work. Now you can let me go.”

Janus-as-Logan looks down at his hand, opening and closing it a few times. It shimmers, a glove reforming and flowing into a black sleeve, a black cloak, scales covering one side of his face. He looks around at them. 

Almost there. 

“Hi, little snake,” Roman murmurs as his eyes land on him, “can you copy me?”

He raises his hand, waiting for Janus to do the same, closing it into a fist and laying it over his heart. Janus mimics the motion, frowning in concentration as Roman waits patiently. 

It takes another moment for Roman’s duplicate to appear on the couch. 

“I’m Roman,” Roman says softly, “I’m Creativity.”

“I’m Roman. I’m—“

“Shh, shh, little snake,” he calls when Janus’s voice chokes off. “Shh. It’s okay. Don’t rush yourself. Take your time.”

“I’m—I’m—“

“Easy.”

“I’m—“ Janus-as-Roman shudders, hand trembling in the fist pressed against his chest— “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared. You can be scared, little snake. That’s okay.”

“I’m Roman, I’m scared.” Janus-as-Roman’s gaze flashes up to stare at him. “I’m Roman, I’m—I’m scared, Roman.”

“It’s okay, little snake, we’re right here. We’re all right here.”

Janus-as-Roman looks around, as if seeing all of them for the first time. “I’m—I’m scared, Roman.”

“I know, little snake. I know. You’re so close. Just copy me, okay?”

“O-okay.”

“I’m Roman, I’m Creativity.”

“I’m R-Roman, I’m—I’m Creativity.”

“Good, little snake,” Roman whispers, “now let me go.”

Janus-as-Roman closes his eyes tight, curling his fist even tighter, before taking a deep breath and shaking. 

When Janus opens his eyes again, Patton can see the way they all instinctively move toward him. One by one they steel themselves and wait.

Janus blinks. Once. Twice. 

“I’m…I’m Janus,” comes the halting voice that is his, and only his, “I’m—I’m Janus and I’m Deceit.”

The collective sigh of relief is palpable. Patton nods toward the others when Janus’s head turns to the window again. 

“…I’m cold.”

“One warm snek, coming right up!” Remus grins and holds out his arms. “Come cuddle, Snakey.”

“Do you not want a mattress first?” Logan asks wryly. 

“Nah, I’m gonna make Roro do it.”

“How magnanimous of you.”

“You’re better at it!”

“I don’t like that this is the only way I can get you to admit I’m better at something,” Roman sighs, but does as bid, a sprawling mattress appearing laden with blankets and pillows, “everybody in!”

Remus snatches up Janus and happily hogs most of the blankets under the excuse of cold-blooded snek, need warmth, under Virgil and Logan prod him enough to get him to relinquish a fair amount of the fabric. Roman just rolls his eyes fondly and helps Patton onto the corner, leaning against the chair to draw the curtains wider. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Patton murmurs as they all get comfortable, “you feeling better?”

“Yesssss,” Janus hisses, his eyes already falling closed, “thank you.”

“We’re here for you, Janus, always.”

“Mm.”

“Just not in you, here for you.”

“Kinky.”

“Remus, I swear to god—“

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[calethelettuce]

Waffle Night In The Sanders Household

Summary: You can't exactly get "normal" in the Sanders household. Especially on Waffle Wednesday.

TW: Remus being Remus, swearing, someone eating waffles like a heathen (To put it simply, Virgil eats waffles different- He likes to eat around the waffle indents and then leave the really thin square to eat last), "shots" (you'll see what I mean)

Relationships: Married/Parents Logicality, Kid Sides

Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil, Remus, Janus (Janny is gender-fluid in this one!)

~

"Give me back the remote!" Roman tackled Virgil to the floor, trying to wrestle the remote out of his hand.

"Princey, I swear to god get off of me!" Virgil smacked Roman in the face, albeit not very hard, trying to shove the taller boy off of him. "Fucking Christ, jackass!"

"Don't act like you didn't just try to change the movie, you villain!"

Remus offered a handful of popcorn to Janus, who sat next to him on the other end of the couch. "Looks like we're getting a movie on top of another movie!" Remus whispered excitedly to him, "I love sibling drama!"

Janus snickered, opting to take a few pieces of popcorn from his brother.

The red and purple clad brothers continued to fight with each other on the floor, the remote eventually being flung out of Virgil's hand. They paused, staring at the remote and then back at each other.

"Fuck you." Virgil finally pushed Roman off of him, standing up.

Roman scoffed, staying on the floor and rolling onto his back. His hair was frizzy and a mess, and pieces stuck to his face. "Shut up, Jack Smellington!"

Virgil picked up the remote, kicking it over to the boy on the floor. "Remus dared me to do it." He declared, shoving his hands in his pockets. "That's all." He put his headphones back on and walked out.

~

Patton stirred the waffle batter, humming a tune similar to the song playing from his phone speaker.

"Well, I could dance with you honey ,

If you think it's funny

Does your mother know that you're out?"

Logan stood beside him, chopping up strawberries in a precise and calculated way. "I heard Remus listening to this song the other day" He observed, sliding the sliced fruit into the bowl, "Did he recommend it to you?"

"I actually recommended it to him!" Patton paused his rhythmic stirring, checking to make sure he didn't miss an important step. "He enjoys ABBA almost as much as I do!" He chuckled quietly, checking the waffle iron before scooping batter into it.

Logan hummed in response, continuing his own task. There was something oddly satisfying about how the knife sliced easily through the strawberries. He certainly was entertained by the little things, wasn't he?

The silence between the husbands was content, neither man having anything else to say.

Virgil entered the kitchen with a huff, shoving his phone into his hoodie pocket. "I have come to steal a strawberry." He said simply, standing directly to Logan's right, "I will not cease my attempts until my need has been fulfilled."

Logan raised an eyebrow, pausing mid slice. "Virgil, there's only a few more minutes left until dinner. I'm sure you can wait another 10 minutes."

"I will spontaneously combust." Virgil looked deadly serious, narrowing his eyes as he watched the cut fruit slide into the bowl.

"Oh, come on Logan!" Patton added, plating a waffle and slowly adding to the large stack of them, "They're healthy!"

Logan gave his husband a look of amusement. "He's holding a bottle of chocolate syrup."

Virgil slowly hid the bottle behind his back, keeping a straight face. "I have no such thing."

Patton laughed at that, taking his eye off the iron to ruffle the emo teen's hair (which didn't look much different after said event, though nobody was really surprised.).

Logan rolled his eyes fondly at their antics, putting down the knife. "Alright, alright. You can have one. They're already washed." He handed his son one of the largest uncut strawberries left and went back to his duty.

Virgil held the strawberry in his palm, before biting a large chunk out of it. "I appreciate it, dads."

"Don't make a mess on the couch, please." Logan handed the teen a napkin as well. "Strawberry juice is a pain to get out of fabric."

Patton winked, putting a finger to his lips. "Shhhh, you're my taste tester!"

"The couch is occupied by a bunch of disney obsessed morons." Virgil plopped himself on a stool, leaning an elbow on the island counter. "I'm observing out here." He sat quietly, nibbling on his strawberry as he watched his parents get back to work. Patton slid a waffle over to Virgil, who looked relatively surprised. ".. it's not dinner time yet, why are you giving me one now?"

"Dear, I hope you're aware I can hear you," Logan said, wiping down his area of the counter, "I'm very disappointed that you didn't ask me."

Virgil snickered, pulling a piece off of his waffle. "Maybe I'm just better."

"Keep this up and I'll take away your Minecraft game cartridge."

Virgil nearly spit out his waffle. "That's basically torture!"

Patton was standing in the corner, practically dying of laughter as he went back to cooking the insane amount of waffles needed for dinner. "Now, now, you two!" he mocked a stern tone, pouring more batter into the iron. "No fighting! That limit was reached three hours ago."

Virgil blew a raspberry at him, before continuing to eat his waffle.

Logan tossed a paper towel into the garbage, going to wash his hands. "I will not rest my case just yet.. although I suppose it can wait."

Patton giggled in a way similar to a girl in highschool who just saw her crush. "We'll talk about it later!" he gave his husband a quick kiss on the cheek before tending back to the breakfast items being cooked. "Say, Virge, how is your waffle?"

By the time Patton had asked the question, the teen had already eaten his waffle, albeit in the strange way he eats them. Nobody questioned it, though. Virgil cleared the thin squares from his plate, putting it beside the stack of plates. "Tasted like a pancake but better. Thanks." He knew Roman would bother him about it later, although he couldn't care any less. "Need any help or something?"

"Could you grab the syrup from the cabinet, kiddo?" Patton plated another waffle before turning to his husband. "L, can you go tell the boys and Jan that dinner's ready?"

"Of course, dear." Logan replied, returning the kiss Patton had given him earlier, "I'll be right back. Virgil, make sure to grab both kinds of syrup." he left directly after the request, not waiting for an answer.

"Ew, PDA." Virgil stood on the tips of his toes to grab the syrup, making sure to grab both kinds. "Imagine being happy."

Patton laughed at that, grabbing a can or two of whipped cream from the fridge. "You'll understand one day!"

"I still have no idea how you and Dad managed to get together."

The father figure sighed fondly. "Things work out the way they work out, Virge."

"Ew, stop, don't all sentimental on me-"

Patton ruffled his son's hair as he walked by. "Awh, why not?" he teased in a mushy tone, "I know you secretly love it!~"

Virgil nearly hissed, although he controlled himself long enough for the urge to subside. He'd had the habit since he was young, although he'd been trying to get out of it for quiet some time. "I would rather die alone," he declared, "Just me and my pet spiders."

Patton shivered a bit at the mentioned of the creatures. "You might change your mind one day!"

Logan popped his head into the kitchen. "The other children have settled," he informed, "although Remus is being quite the troublemaker-" he leaned back into the living room, no longer in their view. "Remus, don't put that into your mouth!"

Virgil heard Remus cackle like the miniature demon he was. How much energy does a 15 year old need to have on a Wednesday night?

He shrugged it off, heading into the dining room and putting the syrup onto the table.

"Virgey!" Remus nearly jumped out of his chair at the sight of his older brother. "Do you know how boring it was without you antagonizing Roman?!"

Virgil rolled his eyes fondly, while Roman groaned in annoyance.

"Please never leave me alone in a room with those two again." Janus ran a hand through his hair, glaring a little at the two twins. "I'm at my bullshittery limit."

"Awh, I love you too!"

Virgil sat down at his spot, with Logan and Patton following close behind. Logan held a bowl of the strawberries he had cut, while Patton handled the giant stack of waffles (which he balanced like a pro, Virgil had to admit).

"Roman, I bet I can eat more waffles than you!" Remus nudged his twin, who scoffed.

"No you can't!" Roman argued, crossing his arms, "I've held the record for three weeks! There's no beating that!"

Virgil smiled a bit at their antics. He was interested in the aftermath, although he wanted to save thinking about it until it happened. It was enjoyable when the two teenagers bickered like 7 year olds He took two waffles for himself once the plate was set down.

"I grew a quarter of an inch, I bet I can do it better than you!"

"Now, now, boys, let's not argue." Logan chided gently, placing strawberries on his own waffles with a careful amount of precision, "You can have a friendly competition, although once it gets too out of hand you're both done. Deal?"

Remus' mouth was agape. Logan almost NEVER said that! "Deal!" he nearly shouted, startling Janus (who almost choked on his water). He took his own waffles and gave Roman a cheeky smile before housing at least three in under four minutes.

"Don't choke!" Patton reminded, layering almost half the bottle of syrup onto his waffles, "That wouldn't be very fun."

"THAT WOULD BE SO FUN!"

Logan eyed his husband's choice of toppings. "You don't have nearly enough strawberries," he supplied, "There's not enough of a balance, dear."

Patton shrugged, taking a bite. "I can make up for it later!" he replied after swallowing, "After all, I am using the healthier syrup."

Logan raised an eyebrow, however didn't say anything else.

Janus ate quietly, although he didn't speak very much to begin with. He and Virgil silently communicated through eye contact and facial expression since they were sitting across from one another.

'You okay over there?'

'Fine.' Janus looked between the twins, who had just recently been banned from sitting next to each other. 'Annoying as usual.'

'Another waffle?'

'Nah.'

Virgil gave him a subtle nod before going back to his own waffles, listening in to the rambling that Remus had started about a minute ago.

"Remy said he's going to rent out a theatre to see the FNAF movie! I wish I had that much money.."

"Get a job, doofus." Virgil pointed out, biting into another strawberry, "You're 15, not 5."

"How?"

"I'll go over it with you after dinner, okay? Finish beating Roman's record."

"Hey!" Roman elbowed Virgil lightly in the side. "Don't encourage him!"

"Too bad, princey!"

~

Janus stood in the kitchen, helping to clean up dinner. Logan stood by the sink, washing the harder dishes to clean by hand, while Patton loaded everything else into the dishwasher. Janus had offered to put everything away, so he shuffled around and placed everything back in its home.

He closed the cabinet, turning around to see Patton pouring syrup into what looked like a shot glass. Patton caught his eye and winked, downing the apparent "syrup shot" in one go. He put a finger to his lips to signal it as a secret.

Janus blinked. Well, now he knew his family really were a bunch of hooligans.

"Honey, what are you doing over there?" Logan turned his head to the side, so he could stare at Patton. "Is something the matter?"

"No, everything is okay!" Patton slid another shot glass full of syrup over to Janus, who picked it up and started sipping it slowly.

Logan noticed this, and gave his husband a knowing look. "You know that's not healthy."

"What's healthy these days?" This time, Patton pulled out a mini syrup bottle and started drinking straight from it. Seriously, what was with this guy and maple syrup?

Logan sighed and went back to doing the dishes.

Janus sat on a stool, licking his now-empty glass of syrup as he observed his dads.

Virgil totally was totally gonna flip out that he missed this.

~

This is technically one of my first fics on here, so uh, thanks for reading! <3

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[gumnut-logic]

WIP Wednesday almost on Wednesday

It’s an hour and a half before midnight on Tuesday 😁 Probably the closest I’ve gotten to Wednesday so far 😁

This is definitely not final and may change. I hope you enjoy it anyway 😁

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“This is the Comms Room.”

Virgil put a gentle hand on Alex’s lower back to direct him out of the elevator and around a corner.

“This is where we brief and debrief missions.”

The room was huge. Massive glass doors opened onto a triangular balcony giving a fantastic view of the Island’s caldera.

Alex frowned at the glass doors a moment. He could see the track in the floor that they obviously followed to slide open and closed, but due to their triangular shape they wouldn’t be able to open on a straight plain. The glass must retreat down into the wooden floor somehow.

He built possible solutions in his head, throwing out unsatisfactory calculations, one after the other.

“Alex?”

“Huh?”

Virgil was frowning at him and Alex realised he was several steps closer to the doors than he had been…and standing in the middle of the room building door designs in his head.

“I’m okay.” Maybe a little stunned by…well, everything…but okay. Maybe he was just grasping at the familiar?

That hand appeared in the small of his back again.

He quite liked it being there.

“This is my brother John.”

Startled, Alex turned and came face to face with the one Tracy brother he had yet to meet. Red hair, blue and gold uniform…

“Hello, Alex. It is very nice to finally meet you.” Mr John Tracy held out a hand.

Oh, wow. “You’re the Voice Who Answers?”

“Yes.”

“The Eye in the Sky?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Thunderbird Five!” Oh my god!

“That would be me.”

Alex turned to Virgil. “This is amazing! I knew he was real! I knew it!”

Virgil had a very odd expression on his face.

Alex would analyse that later because he was talking to Thunderbird Five! He turned back to John to find a smirk on the man’s face.

“The rumours of my non-existence have been greatly exaggerated.”

A laugh burst out of Alex.

Now Virgil was frowning at him.

“Well, it looks like you’ve been out-classed this time, Virgil.” Mr Scott Tracy, no hologram required, appeared from behind the grinning astronaut, one arm resting across John’s shoulders, with a smile all of his own.

Alex’s eyes widened as he realised exactly what he had been saying, how it might appear, and, oh god, what had he done?!

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[anxiousgaypanicking]

Take A Bite

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Prompt: Virgil and Remus are not in a relationship(yet), but Virgil has been bratty and has been getting pretty chubby and Virgil isn't aware cause he's to busy being rude and has been slightly rude towards Remus. And Remus from afar has been liking that Virgil has gained weight but wants to kinda get some revenge as well. So Remus decides to fatten up Virgil and tease Virgil a lot about it. And then they somehow end up together in the end :) (oh and I guess like Remus would be the top and dominant one, and Virgil would end up being a bottom and submissive.) Warnings: feederism, handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, overeating A request from my Wattpad

"Back off; I get first dibs," Virgil hisses, smacking at Remus's wiggling fingers as he reaches for a cupcake. Roman just slaved away in the kitchen to make multiple delicious-looking batches, and Virgil was eyeing a couple with the most frosting. Remus growls at him in response, despite Virgil not reacting much. 

"It's my brother; he'd want me to have first pick," Remus responds bitterly, puffing his chest up. 

Virgil scoffs, as he grabs a couple cupcakes quickly and piles them onto a paper plate. "Yeah, right. If anything, he wouldn't want you to have any at all." Remus eyes Virgil up and down as he does so. 

He's just in his purple tee - his hoodie laying elsewhere - and it fits tight on his body. 

It didn't always, but looking at him now, Remus can see that Virgil's gained a bit of weight. His cheeks are a bit rounder, his arms and legs thicker, and has a very noticeable chubby belly and chest pressing against the fabric of his small shirt. It makes Remus hum. 

"Well, you're not Roman, so you can't tell me what to do." Remus sticks his tongue out as he grabs himself a cupcake. He licks a stripe of the vanilla frosting, before scrunching his nose up. 

Virgil eyes Remus, as if sensing Remus was thinking impulsive thoughts, before suddenly Remus's cupcake is being shoved into Virgil's face. Specifically, deep into his mouth. Frosting and cake smears over his lips and cheeks, as he chokes from the amount going down his throat. 

He rushes to chew and swallow, before coughing up crumbs as tears prick his eyes. 

"Ass- asshole!" Virgil sputters. His face is bright red and he looks like he's seething. It's delightful. 

"Watch your mouth," Remus responds, gleefully, "lest you want another cupcake shoved in there." Remus reaches for another treat to accentuate his threat, and Virgil huffs, grabbing his plate and stomping off without another word, wiping at his face with his arms to get the remaining frosting off. 

But as he goes, he glances back at Remus and his face goes a darker red. Not so much with anger this time, but with something else. Something that makes Remus think. Hm. 

Remus, as the lustful side, is no doubt going to pick up on even the smallest hints of arousal. Especially from Virgil! 

He never works Virgil up! 

Sure, Remus's attempts to get the other's horny aren't exactly calculated most of the time, but even when he's tried his hardest with Virgil, it's never worked! The most reaction he gets is embarrassment or anger. But arousal? It has Remus so incredibly desperate to wring Virgil for all his sexuality is worth. 

He wants to witness it firsthand. Savor it. Amplify it. 

And so, he hatches a plan.

***

A few hours later, Virgil is met with a knock to his door. He sits up in bed and prepares to answer it, but before he gets the chance to, a hole is being punched through the wood. It's hear the door handle, and the pale, now scratched up skin feels around for a minute until it finds the knob. The handle is then promptly unlocked and turned, revealingly Remus, who happily invites himself inside.

"Oh hi, Virgil," Remus sings, as he pushes a long, catering cart in through the door. It's draped in a white tablecloth with multiple large plates atop it, though there are metal domes covering each plate, as if hiding something terrible. "I have a surprise for you!" 

Despite that notion, whatever Remus is concealing smells wonderful. It's good enough to make Virgil's mouth water. 

Virgil looks between the cart and Remus, wide eyed, and a little on edge. Additionally, he's a bit annoyed that Remus has yet again destroyed his door. 

"You know, if you waited at least, like, two extra seconds, I could have just unlocked the door for you," he says, narrowing his eyes as he tries to keep drool from trickling down his chin. 

"I couldn't guarantee that," Remus responds, with a solid 'hmmph.' "Besides, you were taking way too long, and I get impatient." Remus stomps his foot a childishly. When Virgil stares at him blankly, Remus shrugs away his pout, and smiles instead, moving to show off the cart. 

"Anyway," he starts, fingers dancing over the white cloth, "I've noticed you've been rather... hungry lately, so I decided to surprise you!" He lifts the metal cover over one of the dishes, allowing Virgil to see a freshly baked cake, black frosting coating the majority with purple frosting dripping down the sides like goo. It's so hot there's still steam wafting atop it. "Aren't I just so thoughtful?" 

He asks the question like he's not staring directly at Virgil's pudgy stomach, something the latter feels the need to cross his arms over at the question. Was this an attempt to mock him? He... he didn't even realize he'd been gaining weight lately. 

"Seriously, Remus? This is low, even for you," Virgil spits, looking away. 

Remus stares at him confused. "I don't understand. I'm being genuine. Perhaps the slightest bit playful, even. I'm not trying to be mean, for once." He never purposely tries to be mean anyway. More so just gross for the sake of laughs (on his end, at least, the other's are never happy with his jokes). It takes him a minute to realize Virgil misunderstood his implication.

"Oh. Oh! Virgil, you idiot!" Remus hits himself in the forehead as he groans, somehow amazed by how airheaded Virgil is. "I'm not implying there's anything wrong with the fact you've gained weight! I'm implying I like it! Dumbass!" Remus huffs as he turns to throw the covers off of the other platters of food, revealing more and more baked desserts. Cakes, cookies, cupcakes - even little pastries or popsicles piled atop the pristine plates that Virgil's eyes can't help but peer at. "Maybe if you were less focused on being so rude all the time you'd realize how fucking sexy you look with some actual fat on you. Better to grope. Fat tits, big stomach, fat thighs..." Remus licks his lips, tossing the final metal dome away. "I can only fantasize about the stretch marks you have. Fuck... this is only fueling me to hurry up." 

Remus is quick to push the cart over to a now red-in-the-face Virgil, who's very confused and slightly aroused. 

"Let me feed you," Remus insists, leaning over the cart to get right in Virgil's face. "I want to fatten you up and shut that bitchy little mouth of yours at the same." He licks his lips again, salivating at the idea. 

"I..." Virgil's eyes look at the food, and then back to Remus, and then back at the food. There was a lot, and he was left to assume Remus made all of it, but his stomach can't help but grumble. He's hungry, and Remus has a buffet before him. And incentive to play a little with him while he eats. Hell, Virgil can't really pass this up, could he? It'd be foolish. "Yes. Just... don't be weird. If you shove anything into my face to make a mess, I'm kicking you out. Got it?"

Remus snorts. "Got it." And then he's moving to get onto the bed, pulling Virgil into his lap, and his hands immediately wandering beneath Virgil's clothes, wanting to feel up his fat and press himself against the warm, squishy flesh. 

Virgil wants to say that this is absolutely ridiculous, because it is, but he can't force the words out of his mouth. 

He can't believe he's letting Remus of all people feed him - in a sensual way - but he can't deny the fact that he's excited. It's humiliating, but he can already feel himself getting hot, and barely anything has even happened!

Despite the embarrassed look on his face, he lets Remus desperately start to pull off his clothes, not patient enough to continue his groping overtop them. 

Feeling Virgil's pudgy body is so nice. It's so nice. Getting to squeeze all that beautiful fat is almost heavenly. Skin on skin; the intimacy is hot and personal. Remus's cold hands gliding across Virgil's soft, squishy skin. 

Virgil's rather quickly stripped off his shirt and hoodie, and his skinny jeans are unbuttoned, but otherwise left alone. 

"Why is everything you're into so... out there?" Virgil asks, as Remus scoots closer to the cart of food, bringing Virgil with him. He tries to offer Remus some dignity, framing his words to be more polite, but his words just make Remus grin. 

Remus's hands drag across the new, vivid stretch marks on Virgil's stomach, before moving to squeeze the mounds of fat developing on his chest. 

"I know what you're doing, Virgil," Remus sings, massaging Virgil's squishy tit. "Trying to spare yourself the humiliation." Remus tuts. "Unfortunately, that's not going to fly here."

Virgil begins to stammer out "wh- what?" before he's promptly shushed by Remus pinching his nipples, making him moan as his back arches into the touch. 

"If you think this is so weird, then why are you loving it so much, huh?" Remus's voice is taunting. He knows why Virgil loves but, but also calls attention to the growing bulge in Virgil's pants. He's smug and amused. "Someone who's complaining about this being... what was it... 'out there?' wouldn't be so pathetically turned on by that idea, would they?" 

Virgil whines in response, turning his head to tuck his face into his shoulder. 

As much as he hates to admit it, Remus is right. Virgil doesn't know why he likes being touched like this so much, with Remus holding him from behind and obsessing over him like he's the meal here, but it calms a lot of the insecurities that had been festering inside of him. Sure, the fact he was gaining weight wasn't the first thing on his mind. He hadn't even realized how much he'd gained until just now! But he did notice his clothes were getting a bit tighter, and it made him feel bad. 

But this? This is making him feel good. Remus thinks he's hot. Remus thinks he's sexy. It's flattering in a way that only Remus could be flattering. 

Remus is doing this because he wants to. Because he thinks Virgil's attractive. Because he thinks Virgil's hot, and Virgil would be even sexier eating more and more food. 

He's quickly snapped out of his thoughts though, through a quick combination of a hand squeezing at his cock through his jeans and a set of sharp teeth nibbling at his neck. 

"I asked you a question," Remus whispers, voice low, making Virgil shiver, as he gently bites Virgil's earlobe. "Don't you think it's rude not to answer? The sooner you admit that you're turned on by my weird ideas, the sooner I can get straight to feeding you." Remus waves towards the food, reminding Virgil of the many plates laying before him. "It all looks so good, doesn't it? I know you're hungry. You don't want the food to get cold, do you?" 

"No," Virgil whines, as he rolls his hips into Remus's touch, making Remus smile. "It looks good. Are you just going to make me stare at it, or am I actually going to get the opportunity to taste it?"

"Feisty," Remus hums, grinning, before he bites at Virgil's jaw, and then pulls away. He reaches past Virgil to the cake - the first thing he revealed - and grabs a nearby knife and fork. He cuts a slice, and then grabs an empty plate on which he puts the giant piece, setting it in Virgil's lap. Where he cut the cake begins to leak with purple ooze. 

"It's just dyed strawberry filling," Remus assures Virgil, as he gathers a forkful of the syrupy liquid and drizzles it over the slice he cut. 

The still-freshly baked scent of strawberry and chocolate wafts into Virgil's nose, and he sucks in a deep breath. His stomach twists in delight, achingly empty. The cupcakes he ate earlier do nothing to satisfy his current hunger. He might as well have not eaten anything at all today! 

Remus scoops up a forkful, making sure to get equal parts frosting and cake, before pulling the fork up to Virgil's mouth. 

"Open up, Virgil," Remus sings, as Virgil slowly parts his lips. Spit connects his top lip to his bottom, breaking away when the fork is pushed into his mouth. The moment the cake hits his tongue, Virgil moans. 

It's not intended to be sensual, but the food genuinely tastes amazing. Virgil never would have pegged Remus for a good cook! Guess he's filled with surprises, just like that cake was! 

He chews slow, eyes closed as he savors the sweet taste. This is good. He wants more.

For once, Remus stays quiet as he watches Virgil eat, absolutely adoring the way he relaxes and enjoys the taste in his mouth. He knows Virgil's noises aren't meant to be sexual, but it doesn't stop him from slowly rubbing his hand over Virgil's bulge as he takes his time getting another large bite ready. Though, he gives himself plenty of time to touch and tease.

"See? This is how it should be," Remus murmurs, voice husky in Virgil's ear. "You should always give up control to me. I can take care of you!" He lifts another forkful of cake up to Virgil's face, swirling it around in a teasing manner. "The only thing you should worry about is when the next bite of food is going to be forced into your mouth." 

Virgil stares wide eyed, waiting for Remus to bring it to his mouth, but when that doesn't come, he tries to lean forward. In return, though, Remus pulls the fork away. 

"Tsk. Beg for it," Remus reprimands him, musing at Virgil's flushed face. "You do want this bite, don't you?" 

Virgil's face feels hot, and he shifts for a moment, before merely scowling. "No! You're the one who came in here with a... a cart full of food... I'm not begging you to give it to me!" He stutters as he speaks, clearly embarrassed at the idea of having to plead for some food that Remus fully intends on giving to him anyway. 

And yet, Remus just finds Virgil adorably predictable. He already knew damn well Virgil was going to react this way. So, he merely raises an eyebrow, a mockingly innocent expression on his face. 

"Oh? Well then. If you don't want it, I suppose I can't give it to you. Maybe I'll just eat it instead." He makes sure Virgil is watching him as he brings the fork to his own mouth, pausing slightly to give Virgil an opportunity to beg, and then pushing it past his lips when Virgil doesn't. 

He makes dramatic noises of pleasure from the taste, despite being the person who made it, and giving Virgil a quick peck on the lips to remind him of how sweet it would have tasted if he had gotten the bite instead. 

Of course, he wants to save as much as the cake - and the rest of the food, for that matter - for Virgil as possible, but a bit of teasing every here and there is a necessity. Especially when Virgil's acting too proud to beg. 

But, it seems his over-the-top reaction does a lot to persuade Virgil to beg, as Virgil shrinks down a little, before muttering something under his breath. 

"Hm? What was that? Sorry, I don't speak meek little emo," Remus playfully teases, making Virgil smack at Remus's thigh to get him to shut up. 

"I said 'can I have a bite, please?'" 

Remus grins, showing off his sharp teeth, still stained with frosting. "Not good enough." 

Virgil flushes and goes wide eyed, before huffing, and balling his hands into fists. He just wants a piece of cake, damnit! 

"Please, I'm so hungry," Virgil says, whining. "I want another bite, please. Can't you give me another bite? Please?" 

He's hoping it's good enough, and after a moment, Remus places a kiss to Virgil's cheek. "There we go. What a good boy! I'm going to make sure you're nice and full." Remus gropes Virgil's thigh with his hand, grinning happily at the squishy flesh. Though, he wishes that Virgil's jeans were off so he could grab Virgil's bare leg. "God, you're so fucking hot." 

He scoops up another bite of cake, and pushes it into Virgil's mouth, barely giving Virgil the time to part his lips. It's surprising, but still good, and Virgil's quick to chew and swallow quickly, opening his mouth for another bite. And luckily for him, Remus gives him one. 

They finish off the rather large slice, only for Remus to toss the fork aside and lift the plate to Virgil's face. 

"Lick it clean," he then demands, which has Virgil letting out a whimper of embarrassment. He hesitates for a moment, before sticking his tongue out and nervously dragging it over the length of the plate, gathering up frosting with his tongue, before drawing it back into his mouth and moaning at both the taste, and the humiliation. 

Remus gives him a moment at first, letting him lick the plate clean at his own pace, until eventually he gets impatient. 

Immediately, the back of his hair is being roughly grabbed to prevent him from pulling away, and his face is firmly forced against the plate, smearing a bit of frosting against his nose, lips, and cheeks. 

"Faster, pet," Remus huffs, dragging the plate across Virgil's face, before finally he tosses it back onto the table in front of them. "If you can hardly clean one measly little plate, how in the world are you going to be able to stomach the rest of what I have planned?!" 

Virgil merely whimpers in response, trying to lick the sweet leftovers remaining on his face, before eventually resigning and wiping the excess off with his arm. 

"Oh well," Remus then continues. "That's not my problem." 

He maneuvers Virgil out of his lap and onto the bed, and makes a big show pulling the metal dome off of several other plates of rich desserts. Compared to everything else now on display, his first meal was really only one little slice of cake! 

Remus doesn't give him much time to focus on the array, though, instead tilting Virgil's chin upwards and licking the tip of his nose, getting some of the missed frosting off. It makes Virgil cringe, though Remus doesn't care. 

He does, however, pull a plate stacked with big, double chocolate brownies forward. The little squares are stacked neatly in a little pyramid, and dusted with powdered sugar. The treats are pulled to the edge of the cart, close enough that Virgil can reach them if he stretches his arm forward, but leaving enough space for Remus to drop to his knees in front of Virgil's legs. 

"Now, you're going to be a good boy, and you're going to eat every single one of these brownies. You're going to feel so nice and full." Remus's eyes roll back into his head as he talks, pleasured. "I want to condition you into getting horny just from being fed." Remus's hand then squeezes Virgil's bulge, and he sticks his tongue out past his teeth, drool leaking onto the clothed bulge keeping Virgil's cock hidden. "Though, it looks like I won't have to do much in order to achieve that."

Virgil moans at the feeling, grabbing a few nearby pillows and stacks them behind his back to give him support to lean back. He enjoys the feeling of Remus groping at his hard-on for a few minutes, before he fully processes what Remus just told him he'd be doing. 

His eyes widen to a comedic degree, squeaking as Remus sucks on the outside of his boxers. 

Sure, the brownies are pretty small - about an average brownie size - but there's so many of them! It's a platter that would normally be set out on a snack table at a party with at least three or four attendees. One person isn't intended to eat all of that in one sitting!

"Remus- I-" Virgil stammers, cut off by a whine as Remus mouths at his cock. "How am I supposed to be able to eat all of that? It's so much- I- I don't even know if I'll be able to fit that all in my stomach. It's so much chocolate back to back... without a drink or anything!" 

He catches himself rambling, and shuts himself up out of fear of disappointing Remus. But, really, Remus expects him to eat a whole platter of brownies, and then even more after that? 

Remus can sense nerves from Virgil, so he pulls away. He's not a dick... usually... so he takes a moment to lean up and press a few kiss to Virgil's lips. 

"You're absolutely adorable when you're nervous, my nasty little spiderling, but we're imaginary!" Remus winks. "I'm sure you'll find a way to manage. I'm here to take care of you, after all." He purrs sensually, but reaches a hand up to knead at Virgil's pudgy stomach, groping and squeezing at the growing amount of fat. He then hums, thinking for a moment, before lighting up. "Here, I'll tell you what! If you're a good boy for me, and you let me see that deliciously sexy body of yours, I'll reward you with something to drink while you eat."

Virgil hesitates for a moment, but only for a moment, and then he's attempting to tug his pants and boxers off. Remus sits back as Virgil does so, only helping Virgil once his pants and boxers are down to his ankles. The pants are then throw carelessly, Virgil's nude body on display. Remus stares up at him, licking his lips.

So much pale skin on display! Remus is immediately tempted to bite at him and bring some colour to the surface! But alas...

Remus moves to lick a stripe up the length of Virgil's cock, musing when it twitches at the moist contact, only to pull away seconds later.

"Alright, now to hold up my end of the bargain." Remus strikes his signature pose, before he suddenly summons a bottle. He gives it a sturdy shake, before popping the cap open, and slamming it down hard on the cart, right next to the tray of brownies.

"There! Something to drink," he exclaims, grinning wide with sheer glee as he turns to see Virgil's horrified face.

In front of him was an entire bottle of chocolate syrup.

"Remus, that is hardly helpful! You promised me a beverage!"

Remus tuts, shaking his head. "Uh, wrong! I promised you something to drink. And I didn't lie! You can drink this! And you will!"

"I'm not drinking that entire bottle," Virgil responds, stern. "I'm serious. That's disgusting."

Remus stares at Virgil, both of them holding eye contact until Virgil breaks it out of awkwardness, looking away with a huff. But, Virgil seems serious about not drinking the entire bottle of syrup. So, Remus decides to compromise.

He summons a glass cup, about the length of his forearm, and grabs the chocolate syrup. Squeezing hard on the sides of the bottle, Remus pours chocolate-y sludge into the cup, filling it about halfway with thick, dark syrup.

"You'll drink all of this," Remus declares, planting the cup on the table, and tossing the rest of the bottle aside, "and eat all of your brownies like a good boy, and then you'll get whatever drink you want. An actual drink." Remus smiles prettily. "I promise."

Virgil's eyes glance between the plate of brownies and the cup of chocolate syrup, and gulps.

"Whatever," he mutters. He supposes this was more manageable, at least. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to eat all of that though."

"Well, if you don't," Remus begins, wrapping a firm hand around the base of Virgil's cock, "then you don't get to come! Simple! Now, you better get to eating! I'd hate to edge you for the next hour." His hand very slowly starts pumping the length of Virgil's cock. He purposely takes his time bringing his fist up, and then slowly lowering it back down, torturing Virgil with his teasing.

It makes Virgil whine, but when he bucks his hips, Remus stops altogether, and only starts back up after a few seconds of waiting purposely drawn out to make Virgil whimper out an apology.

Shakily, he then reaches for a brownie, flushing as Remus watches him bring it to his mouth, before Remus strokes his cock fast as he takes a bite, nearly making him choke as he lets out an immediate cry of pleasure.

Through the chewed brownie, he shouts "Remus!" but Remus just sticks his tongue out, clearly pleased at the response.

Through his pleasure, Virgil has to force himself to shove the rest of the brownie past his lips, chewing slowly on the rich chocolate before swallowing the cake-y treat. Chocolate chips break between his teeth, and then roll down his throat with one big gulp. He craves a drink, preferably milk but he'd do for anything right no, and so eyes the cup of chocolate syrup.

Well... he was going to have to drink it one way or another. 

Virgil finds himself cringing a bit at the thought, though. He's already in the process of eating so much deliciously rich and thick chocolate. the fudgy brownies aren't doing much to top it all off. It tastes so good, but it's just so much. He knows it's not a good idea to add even more chocolate into the mix, and drinking pure chocolate syrup isn't going to taste great, but he's in no place to refuse. 

So, he reminds himself that as soon as he finishes it, he can have whatever drink he wants. And having some milk or something sounds delectable right now.  And with the thought of that in mind, he finds himself picking up the glass and bringing it to his lips. 

He's slow with tilting the cup back, and cringes as he feels the thick syrup begin to pour past his lips, but Remus speaks from below with a teasing coo. 

"Aww, come on now, Virgil! You know you're not gonna get anywhere drinking like that." Remus drags his thumb over the slit of Virgil's cock, making Virgil shudder as he attempts to gulp down a little more chocolate. "Doesn't a nice, tall glass of something cold and refreshing sound so, so good?" Remus sticks his tongue out, licking up a bead of precome that rolls down Virgil's shaft. "Don't you want it?"

Remus is taunting with his words, purposely making sure to describe drinks in a way that'll make Virgil feel even more desperate and thirsty. 

Virgil doesn't exactly get the chance to say anything in response, though, as Remus stands up once again and grabs the base of the cup in order to tilt it forward, forcing the sweet sludge down his throat. He's left desperately trying to drink it down, feeling the chocolate coat the inside of his mouth and his inner throat, before he's finally pushing Remus's hands and the cup away. 

"Fuck-" Virgil splutters, as specks of chocolate spew from his mouth and over his bare thighs and hands as he attempts to wipe at the semi-brown tinted spit leaking over his lips. "I can't- I can't just drink half this glass without any breaks!" He's whining, but there's truth evident in his voice. Any more chocolate and he would have probably choked. 

Remus hums, gently twirling the glass around and mixing the syrup within. 

"Hm, I suppose you have a point. You do need to save some of it for washing down the rest of those brownies, after all," he agrees, though he does ignore the actual complaint rooted in Virgil's words. "You still have a full plate to go, and you haven't even finished your first one! Remember, I don't want to see a single crumb left over." 

He waits for a moment, watching the pathetic little twist of Virgil's face as he braces himself, before taking another bite of the brownie, chasing it with a sip of the syrup and letting out a thick sounding groan afterwards. 

Really, the taste of the brownies are incredibly good, just like the cake, but going from one slice to an entire platter is quite the jump! 

As Virgil pushes the rest of the brownie into his mouth, Remus seems pleased, and sinks back down to the floor. He takes his time mouthing over Virgil's thighs, giving then a few rough bites mixed in with needy kisses. He slowly moves towards Virgil's inner thighs, before reaching to kiss at the side of Virgil's cock, looking smug. 

"Focus on eating, or I'm going to stop. You're so pretty when you're eating, after all." Remus sucks on the side of Virgil's cock, enjoying the muffled moan he gets in response. "I love thinking about all those sweets going straight to your thighs and stomach." Remus himself is basically moaning as he continues to kiss at Virgil's body, replacing his mouth with his hand as he begins stroking Virgil once more, though those pumps are short and slow. 

"I can't wait to add plenty to the fat on your body. You look so much better like this." Remus leans forward to kiss at Virgil's stomach, biting the pudge moments after just to be a little playful. "Don't get me wrong, you were cute before, but you look healthy now." Remus leans his head against Virgil's stomach, listening to the sounds of the food moving through Virgil's body. A series of gurgles and squelching noises reaching his ears. Remus licks his lips at the sounds. 

"I need to start baking for you more often. At least once a month. Maybe even once a week!" Remus exclaims, pulling away to look up at Virgil excitedly. 

Virgil groans at the idea. He's not sure eating an entire buffet once a week is as healthy as Remus wants to insist it is, but the food tastes too good for him to even care right now. He grabs another brownie, and crams the entire chocolate-y delight into his mouth, taking a sip of syrup shortly after. 

Powdered sugar smears against the sides of his lips, but he reaches for another brownie instead of wiping it off, panting as Remus kisses his stomach while stroking his cock. It's nowhere need enough to get him off, but maybe if he's good enough, Remus will bring him close. 

"Mmf-!" Virgil suddenly exclaims, as Remus squeezes the base of his cock, choking on another brownie he was in the middle of chewing. The fudgy treat sticks to his teeth as his head falls back in pleasure, hips rolling up into Remus's hand. 

"Focus," Remus lightly reprimands, and watches with amusement as Virgil starts rapidly chewing. He swallows a thick amount, and then grabs the cup, taking a larger drink of the syrup this time. 

It doesn't do much to help clear his throat out, but he doesn't really care about that right now. He just cares about getting everything down. 

Remus slowly strokes Virgil as he eats a few more brownies, occasionally choking on one just from how overly sweet or dry they are, before gulping down some syrup in an attempt to alleviate the dryness. Soon, the bottom of the cup begins to show, only tainted by a thin layer of chocolate sludge that coats the inner walls of the cups as well. 

"Good boy!" Remus affirms, as he takes the cup from Virgil's lips as soon as Virgil finishes drinking it down. Virgil just lets out a heavy moan in response, making Remus snicker. 

"Now, as your reward, you get to pick a new drink. Just like I promised!" Remus kisses Virgil's stomach. "Aren't I so generous?"

Virgil doesn't actively answer right away, instead just letting out another garbled groaning sound as he tries his best to go limp against the bed. Cramming so much chocolate down his throat is making his entire body feel heavy, but he knows he still has a long way to go. 

Though, unfortunately, he doesn't get a full respite to relax and process the amount of chocolate he swears is clogging up his brain, because after a few moments of getting no response, Remus once again starts to squeeze Virgil's cock, taking delight in his little whimper of pain with an amused look on his face. 

"Pick out your drink, Virgil," Remus reminds him, gently stroking Virgil's shaft. "You don't want me picking for you again, do you?" He's teasing, but his words make Virgil perk up a bit, eyes darting fearfully towards the dirty cup in Remus's hand. 

"Absolutely not," Virgil groans, as he forces himself to sit up a little straighter, catching sight of Remus licking the precome off of his fingers. "Honestly just... just anything but chocolate. And nothing weird!" He's quick to clarify, knowing that Remus could summon up something vile by merely twisting his words. "I want something that can wash the brownie down. Like milk." 

Remus purses his lips in thought. Just milk is... well... boring, so Remus thinks for a moment, before grinning wide as he summons a large vanilla milkshake. 

The cup is bigger than Virgil's head, and there's a thick, striped straw poking out past the pile of whipped cream. 

At first, Virgil whines and opens his mouth, ready to complain, but then the straw is being pressed against his lips. "Now, now," Remus lightly reprimands, with a huff, "before you bitch at me, drink up. If you still don't like it, you can complain after. But we both know you need to clear your throat." 

Virgil scoffs in slight annoyance, part of him not convinced that this drink isn't going to have thick fudge hidden somewhere beneath the layers of cold vanilla, but he obediently takes a drink anyway. And after a large drink, he moans slightly, and relaxes as he begins to eagerly suck it down. He's consumed so much chocolate in such a short period that anything not chocolate is relieving. And the cold temperature of the drink does a lot to soothe the dryness of his throat.

Remus basically has to end up pulling the straw away in order to get Virgil to stop.

 "You still have plenty more treats to go, Virgil! You don't want to waste all of your relief in just one fell sweep, do you?" He waves to the cart full of food once again, knowing that Virgil's stomach must be aching right now, and smiles at the whine he earns in return. 

Virgil licks his lips to get rid of some of the excess chocolate, reminded that he still has so much more to eat.

"Remus... ugh," Virgil groans, head falling back as he pants. "It's too much. If I eat any more, the stomach's going to pop." 

He's exaggerating, but he's trying to garner some sort of pity! After all, he knows how determined Remus can get, and he'd rather not have brownies being crammed down his throat by Remus's eager hands. 

Remus looks between the plate, and Virgil's chocolate-covered lips. He thumbs some crumbs away from the corner of Virgil's mouth, before huffing. 

"You haven't finished the brownies," Remus grits out, pouting. "You don't want to be edged, do you? Because I'll do it. I'll drag you right up to the brink of an orgasm, get you feeling just a tad good, and then rip all that pleasure away and leave you aching and wanting." 

Virgil whines. "Remus, I'm serious. If I eat anymore I might throw up." 

Remus stares at him, deep and intrusive, as he peers into Virgil's eyes. There's a minute of silence, before Remus squeezes Virgil's cock, making him moan suddenly and buck his hips, before letting his shaft go. 

He stands up, and pushes the cart back, giving them space, before he's lifting Virgil up by his thighs and pushing him further up on the bed. 

Virgil squeaks at the sudden movement, as he watches Remus kiss over his thighs, before he's summoning some lube.

It's spread over Remus's fingers, before those same digits are dancing over Virgil's awaiting hole, making Virgil flush as his hands dig into the mattress beneath him. His breath hitches as Remus drags his tongue across Virgil's pudgy stomach, before pushing two of his fingers inside of Virgil. It makes Virgil moan immediately. 

"Fuck! Remus- Remus..."

"Shut up," Remus responds, pressing the side of his face to Virgil's stomach. Gurgles and squelches meet his ears once again, and Remus can't help but lick his lips as he slowly pushes his fingers in and out of Virgil. 

Remus is an incredibly unpredictable person, and Virgil knows this all too well. He has no idea if he's going to be forced to keep eating or not.

Though, Virgil hopes Remus will show him some pity, because as much as Virgil wants to keep going, he knows he won't be able to stomach all of it. Just thinking about taking another bite right now makes him feel full and sick. 

His stomach is achingly full. 

Sucking in a deep breath, Virgil forces himself to relax. Just relax, and focus on his pleasure. Just relax, and don't worry about what's going to happen next. He does try and keep quiet though, only rolling his hips lazily against the gingers scissoring him open. 

 "Mm," Remus moans, kissing gently over Virgil's stomach, which is sweet at first, until he starts nipping at the fat. "I definitely need to do this to you more often." 

Without a care, he's leaving quick bite marks and hickeys over the squishy surface, leaving Virgil wiggling slightly as he attempts to push Remus's head away. 

Remus can tell that Virgil is only partially listening though, so, with a roll of his eyes, he presses firmly onto Virgil's stomach, laughing at the pathetically thick sounding groan that follows. 

"Just imagine how nice and big your stomach will get! So much more skin for me to touch... maybe I can even trick your brain into making you pathetically horny every time you taste anything sweet."

Virgil groans again, this time swinging his arm over his mouth in an attempt to suppress his noises fully. 

"Don't be a dick," Virgil gasps, dark red at Remus's words. 

Remus snickers at Virgil's bitter pleas, before he sits up slightly, and uses his other hand to stroke Virgil's needy cock. The dual actions cause Virgil to moan, as his head falls back against the bed once more. His stomach gurgle as his hips buck, carelessly submitting to Remus's surprisingly tame desires. 

Neglecting his own arousal, Remus focuses solely on pleasing Virgil with his hands. Skilled fingers work over Virgil's cock, and jab into him in search of his prostate. 

And when they find it, Remus grins, licking his lips at the loud, desperate cry of pleasure he gets. Back arched against the bed, and toes visibly curling, Virgil's overwhelmed with sudden ecstasy. As warmth overtakes him, Remus's hand is coated in precome, signifying the orgasmic tsunami about to ensue. 

"Close," Virgil pants, as chocolate lingers in the back of his throat. He feels like his brain is thick with syrup and arousal, eating him up from the inside. 

He moans, before biting his knuckle to keep his other noises inside. Not that that's worked so well for him thus far, but alas. 

Remus licks another stripe up the length of Virgil's cock, being wary of his own fingers and yet moving to drink in the delicious, salty taste of Virgil's excitement. In his mind, and to his tastebuds, this is his equivalent of brownies and syrup. It's delicious, exciting, and he wants to send all of it down to his stomach. 

"No one's stopping you, Virgil," Remus sings softly, working his hands harder in order to earn a few more moans before Virgil's inevitable climax. "As much as I'd love to edge you for hours, I'm also dying to see that sexy orgasm face."

Virgil flushes in embarrassment, but at least he has confirmation that he can just let go and let sheer pleasure overtake him. 

A happily gurgling stomach, an aching in his belly, and fogginess in his mind as he lazily bucks his hips into Remus's hand. 

Remus continues to carelessly thrust his fingers into Virgil, watching his body jolt with the force of each push into his prostate, but Virgil sounds absolutely blissful with his perky moans and relaxed gasps. He's pudding in Remus's hands, melting and moving with each little stroke and squeeze. 

So, when Virgil comes all of a sudden, with nothing more than a gasped out warning, Remus feels bittersweet. 

It is just as delicious of an orgasm as he suspected it'd be; Virgil's body stretched out and trembling as his cock spurts out a stream of come, coating Remus's hand and giving him plenty to greedily lick up afterwards. And he stares at Virgil as his tongue licks over his hand, watching his body shake with the aftermaths of an intense orgasm. It makes Remus wonder briefly how intensely Virgil would react with a cock inside of him, instead of just a few measly fingers. 

But, whatever. That was for another day. For right now, Remus works his way onto the bed, pulling Virgil fully up onto the mattress and adjusting his position, before laying next to Virgil. He spoons him in order to keep his hands planted on Virgil's stomach, squishing at the chubby skin happily and giving Virgil a much-needed kneading in order to help his stomach settle. 

And with a satisfied groan, Virgil lets those hands work him to sleep. 

#dukexiety #dukexiety smut #sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #break up the fic with a quick fix of smut

[creativia10]

Punk with Lavender

Summary: Roman is ready to spend Halloween with his usual group of friends. He finds himself more surprised by their costumes than he expected to be.

Relationships: romantic Prinxiety, platonic brotherly Creativitwins, background romantic Dukeceit, romantic Logicality

Wordcount: 1010

Warnings: some mockery (but it's light-hearted teasing among friends)

Notes: Tuliptober Prompt 30-Oneshots

Part of one-shots. Will have more than one.

Set for Halloween

@transexualfoxprince

Based on @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors Pastel/Punk verse

Roman smoothed out his costume and looked himself over in the mirror. He smiled. He thought he cleaned up rather well and made for a great dark prince if he did say so himself. The style looked like that of a typical fairytale prince costume. Except the color scheme was black and red. It fit him better anyways.

There was a knock on his door.

“Is his highness ready to come out yet?”

Roman snickered at Virgil’s unintentional irony.

“It’s funny you say that.”

Roman opened his apartment door only for his jaw to drop when he saw Virgil.

Virgil smirked. Virgil made fists and posed.

“Oo, look at me. I’m punk Roman. Totally a tough guy.”

Virgil was dressed like a punk. He was all in black. Roman didn’t think he’d ever seen Virgil lacking so much color. And he was wearing Roman’s jacket, a clothing item Roman let him borrow more on purpose now. He wore a mini skirt over fishnet stockings unlike Roman’s usual leather pants though. Still with boots though, just a bit more angular. The only thing that matched Virgil’s usual aesthetic, was his lavender-colored hair.

Virgil was still preening at Roman’s reaction. Roman blinked a few times.

“You don’t look completely like me,” Roman said. Virgil rolled his eyes and gestured with his head. They started walking out.

“Yeah, I thought it would be more fun this way.”

He shyly looked up at Roman.

“And uh, you look good too. Even if you couldn’t get a good roast in from your costume.”

Roman let out a little huff and put his arm around Virgil.

“I was perfectly fine with just looking good. Especially for you,” Roman said with a wink. Virgil shook his head.

“Idiot. You don’t have to do it for me.”

Virgil grumbled but leaned into Roman anyways. Roman hmmed.

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The poetry café has been their group’s meeting spot anyways. The cafe didn’t officially have a Halloween event going on. But, it had become an unofficial tradition to dress up and hang out there around the spooky day anyways.

Apparently this year, Roman was not in on a group coordination effort though.

Remus was also dressed like a punk, but with neon green to replace Roman’s typical reds. He too smirked at Roman.

“Hey Ro, do I rock leather better than you? I bet I look so tough. Oo all this black totally means I’m extra and special.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “I think your neon exterior ruins your point.”

Janus hmmed.  His style was closer to Virgil’s current one. Janus wore a dark purple but with a leather skirt, and spiked heels.

“It is fun to see who could be intimidated by this though,” Janus added. Remus cackled and nodded in his agreement.

“Why did you all find it necessary to mock my style tonight?” Roman asked.

“Not everyone,” Logan said.

Roman looked over. Patton giggled. He was wearing a pastel blue sundress, the only one in pastel this time for some reason, which was an odd sight. He also had on blue converse. Patton’s hair was still dyed turquoise though, and his piercings were still in. Patton grabbed the ends of his skirt and spun around with a giggle.

“Oh, I love dressing so differently today! I feel like I look so cute! No wonder you all love to dress like this.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say cute is the correct descriptor for them usually,” Logan said. Indeed, the usual pastel wearers, Janus, Remus, and Virgil seemed offended.

“But uh,” Logan coughed, “You certainly do.”

Roman cooed at them with a smirk, getting a glare from Logan at his efforts. Remus mimed barfing in the background. Logan was the only other one who didn’t seem to be a part of this style-swapping scheme though. He was dressed as…a teacher maybe? Logan dressed like a professional, including a tie.

Janus gestured to the style swappers. “First it was just Virgil who wanted to, he thought roasting his new boyfriend was a good time. Something I can appreciate. Then Remus wanted to join as well. I thought the style sounded fun so I joined of my own volition. Patton didn’t seem to realize the intention was mockery and just wanted to have fun.”

Patton gaped at them.

“Of course, I’m not making fun of you! If anything, I’m honoring your look.”

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Yes, I did not understand it myself. But, it is apparently in good fun.”

“Speaking of, why did you choose to dress in that?” Remus asked. Logan huffed.

“It is different than my usual getup.”

“Yeah, but why a teacher?”

“It was different enough. I didn’t want to put too much effort into this when it is merely for going to our usual venue. I’m not exactly the costume type. Be grateful I dressed up for Halloween at all.”

 Patton cooed at him and linked arms.

“Well, I think it still looks good honey. I can see you being smart enough to be a teacher.”

Logan blushed a bit, “Thank you, dear.”

Janus and Remus made disgusted faces again.

Roman looked back to Virgil. “You’re the only one who went far enough as to change your physical appearance for this though, I noticed.”

“Ah, yeah.” Virgil brushed some of his now lavender hair back behind an ear and looked away.

“I thought it worked with yall’s typical punk aesthetic. Plus, I had kind of been considering getting it colored like this anyways. What do you think?”

Roman smiled at Virgil. He gently tangled some of his fingers into the lavender hair as he brushed it out of Virgil’s eyes.

“I think it really suits you.”

Virgil smiled and shyly looked up at him again.

“Yeah?”

Roman nodded, “Of course.”

Roman leaned in for a kiss.

“Alright lovebirds, let’s get going before yall start falling into tunnel vision again.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, but the two of them turned to join the rest of the group to head to their favorite venue. It should be a good Halloween.

#Tuliptober2022 #ts roman #ts virgil #prinxiety #sanders sides #ts remus #ts janus #ts patton #ts logan

[fourseasonsfigs]

The Wizard of Oz - Deluxe Version

I already posted about LV Wizard of Oz Jun, wearing this LV Virgil Abloh suit...from the same fig maker, even! This seated fig was her special version, released on a limited quantity drop of 400, with a 7 minute timer countdown.

Purchasers had to answer a question (his birthday) which was quite literally the easiest thing in the world, but I lost precious seconds using my translate app, and it sold out. Thankfully, I was able to pick this up when the fig maker dropped a few remainders. Those sold out right away too, but there was no question this time, so I was able to speedily click right through.

This inflatable red chair used for Gong Jun's Vogue World shoot last October is the inspiration:

Here's also a behind the scenes version of the shoot for your viewing pleasure, showing him in the chair:

I grabbed a quick screenshot of him in the chair so you could see it for fig comparison purposes!

I love the casual pose - the bare feet, his leg tucked up under him. It contrasts wonderfully with the full glam of the outfit and jewelry.

Did my heart sink a little when I opened this up and saw the phone like this? Yes it did! It looked weird in the box. Also, I had so much trouble with Gong Jun's other phone on his CT Pink Jun, that I perhaps was not mentally prepared for another one.

Luckily it unfolded just fine. It's a really well done little phone, with some nice detail on the headset speaker and also on the key pad.

The chair looks great. There's a little tiny hole on one side of the phone (and only one side), where the end of the cord fits into.

He kept slipping right out of the chair, so I stuck him into it with one larger fig sticker. Easy enough. But then, it was phone wrangling time. The phone handset only goes in one angle and one way. There ends up being plenty of room in his grip once you get the phone in it, but only in the midsection of the phone.

OK, great, right? Actually, terrible. If you zoom in a little, you can see a notch on his finger where the phone cord is supposed to wrap around, just like in that screen grab I, uh, grabbed. However, his knee is in the way of the cord. I tried very gently bending the cord to try to get it to connect to his finger, and no way. I tried bending it a little harder, but it's fairly rigid, and I was worried I would snap it in two.

Unfortunately, because of the sharp angle of the cord, when I attach the phone into the hole on the side, you end up with this weird kind of half-standing phone. And, it covers up his foot, which kind of ruins the whole casual vibe of the look.

The funny thing is, I had actually seen photos of this fig on xhs (a Chinese equivalent of Instagram) looking exactly like this. I remember thinking, my goodness, why do they have the phone looking so weird? WELL NOW I KNOW.

You and me, Zhehan. And Hanbao!

Here's another try, where I focused on getting the cord as close enough to his finger as possible. You can see how the handset is almost coming out of his hand, and how the cord is in no way reaching his index finger.

Here's an even worse configuration! I'm not easily discouraged, but let me tell you, I started muttering some choice words after a while. I fiddled with this so much it really is remarkable I didn't end up snapping the cord or wiggling the other end of it loose.

Did I ever get it to work? No. I finally just stuck the phone on his lap in aggravation and started to fire off some pics.

The patchy area on his eyebrow is not a flaw, it's simply a ray of sunlight gently touching his face.

You will note here though that he's not centered on the chair - there's a lot of distance between his curled-up leg and the armrest. That's not a trick of the camera angle, that's actually how it is. When he's centered in the chair, his hand fits perfectly over the armrest, which further negates any possibility of the phone cord wrapping around his finger, so I tried to scooch him over a bit to see if that would be the solution. Nope! It sure wasn't. I haven't moved him back over yet though, but I'm going to.

You can see here how his hand doesn't fit on the armrest of the chair, but it normally would.

I really do like the chair. It's smoothly molded with no real flaws or inclusions in the acrylic. What you see as weird bumps and ridges is actually just the summer sunlight pouring in through my window and reflecting off Junjun's colorful suit.

Case in point! You can really see the outline of the fig through the chair here.

As you might imagine, this fig is pretty heavy. That head is pretty huge, and the chair is fairly light, so that contributed to him slipping out of it so easily. The fig sticker has been working very well to keep him sitting firmly in the chair though.

The only problem with the fig sticker, of course, is that his foot doesn't touch the ground, since the sticker is fairly thick. I really ought to just glue him to the chair, but I dislike doing anything permanent to the figs unless I absolutely have to. I don't mind his feet not touching the ground!

I really dislike the phone in his lap, but we're just not going to mention it. Instead we're just going to admire the leaves in his absolutely enormous eyes and his gold Tiffany ring.

Here's a slightly more angled-down shot so you can see how close the cord manages to get to his hand on the chair (although of course it makes the handset almost come out of his other hand). Keep in mind at this point the other end is not actually attached to the phone, it's just hiding underneath the base there. If had actually tried to attach the phone to the base, it would be standing up strangely on one corner on the ground or something.

Please note the beauty mark on his chest! That's a nice touch.

I'm not sure why his curled up foot (and his chest, for that matter) is skewing so white colored here. It looks like he has a sock on! That foot is indeed a bit lighter than the foot resting on the floor, but not that much.

You can see how his hand is molded to fit around the armrest of the chair, and the detail on his toes.

The box card art and box are similar to the other fig, but prominently feature the red inflatable chair. Which makes sense, this is the "deluxe" part of this deluxe version!

Material: Resin (figure) and acrylic (chair)

Fig Count: 424

Scene Count: 29

Rating: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#gong jun #word of honor cast #figthusiast

[roseianxiety]

uhh... 21 with dukexiety? if you wanna? for the valentine's day prompts. hope you're doing well!

Prompt - 21 [love confessions]

Thank you so much for the ask!! Anyway, I wrote this in a hurry so it might not be that good but I hope you like it

Valentine's Day Promptlist

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Heart Problems

Ship: Romantic Dukexiety

CW: Kissing, swearing

It was the day of hearts. Or if you're boring enough, it's Valentine's Day. And Remus was scouring the whole mindscape to find the whereabouts of a certain cute emo he has fallen head over heels for and he desperately NEEDS to confess to him now or his heart will burst or something. And now he stands in front of Virgil's room, staring at it for a bit, and without a thought, he busts in, startling Virgil who is still half asleep on his bed. “Remus, what the fuck!?? It's 5 am!".

Virgil says angrily rubbing at his eyes. His dark locks are messy and sticking everywhere and there's drool coming from one corner of his mouth. He looks adorable and Remus just wants to kiss him or bite him even. Maybe both. “Sorry I woke ya”.

“No shit. Why are you here this early anyway?" Virgil asks while sitting up, his hair falling into his face a little bit. And suddenly all of Remus' straight(ha)forwardness and confidence was gone. He remembers he was going to do the unspeakable or whatever the fuck you call it. Confess his undying love for Virgil.

“Well uh…” He pauses for some second, but he can't focus properly when Virgil stares at him like that– so intense, so open, so pretty... he clears his throat. “Oh shit, fuck, uh– will you stop looking at me like that? You're going to make my heart explode and I'll die from it, man.”.

Virgil blinks at him for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. He was so confused about what the actual fuck Remus meant by that. "Like what exactly?". And oh shit, he sounds so innocent and soft and Remus can't take it. He needs to talk about it before he explodes into pieces. “You know, like… like that. Your eyes. You make them sparkle and your lips are soft and they look like they could fit perfectly with mine. And if you're going to stare at me like that I'll die and I can't confess to you and shit.".

Well, it's weird and that's an interesting way of putting it.

He didn't get an answer, Virgil still looked at him in sheer confusion, clearly not understanding what he just said. Remus took a deep breath before dropping the bomb. "I'm hopelessly in love with you. You always make me have heart problems just by hearing your voice or when you look at me and the voices in my head only scream for you and you only.". He waited. A beat. Two. Three. And then Virgil's cheeks bloomed red. “Oh. Oh.".

Virgil said, sounding completely shocked. "I…" He trailed off, looking down at his hands. He had no idea how to react. How does one react after hearing such declarations? After hearing someone confess their undying love for them out loud? For real?

He looked back up at Remus. His face was flushed and he seemed nervous. “I... like you too.". Virgil admitted quietly and Remus just stared at him as if he'd grown another head. “I did for quite a while but… I wasn't sure if you were feeling the same way or not so I didn't bother to confess to you". Remus was speechless for a moment. Virgil likes him? Virgil liked him back?! And he didn't even realize it? His heart was thumping inside his chest, it felt like it was going to break out of his rib cage and fly.

"Holy shit... Can I kiss you?"Remus asked out of a sudden as he plopped next to Virgil, gripping on both his shoulders to steady himself because holy shit, this is happening. This is really happening. Virgil blushed again but nodded. Remus leaned closer and pressed his lips on Virgil's, his hands fisting his shirt. Virgil responded immediately by wrapping his arms around his neck. Their lips moved against each other languidly at first and then Remus broke the kiss, breathing heavily and staring at Virgil's parted lips. "Can we do it again?", he asked breathlessly, making Virgil blush harder and nod eagerly.

Remus wasted no time and crashed his lips on Virgil's once again. They kissed lazily but intensely until they once had to pull away from each other again to breathe properly. Virgil's cheeks remained dusted pink. "I've been wanting to do that for ages". He chuckled slightly at that comment and rested his forehead on Remus', closing his eyes. "So much." He whispered.

"So do I! I can't believe I just made out with you... I think my heart might explode right now", Remus replied and laughed at his own joke. “I never thought I would get to actually kiss you". He added and Virgil pulled back a little bit to look at him properly. “Me neither" He smiled warmly at him.

"What are we now? " Remus asks him, a playful smile forming at the corners of his lips.

Virgil responds sheepishly, "Boyfriends?".

The word itself sounded foreign to him. Even thinking about it gave him butterflies in his stomach. “Boyfriends." Remus agrees and kisses Virgil again. Just because he can. It tastes sweet and familiar, like home. Remus thinks it's the best thing ever.

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Writing Taglist: @cutebisexualmess (please tell me if you want to be added or removed in the tag list)

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil sanders #remus sanders #ts virgil #ts remus #tss fanfic #dukexiety #romantic dukexiety #ask #vee writes

[tss-grimmverse]

Chapter 2: Coltsfoot

before you came what was your name? did you look like me? no one’s from here no one, my dear not even the trees

“Roman, wait.” Logan also stood, grabbing his arm.

“You heard Tourmaline. Wren and Wrassey are in there,” Roman pulled away and gestured at the ring. “We have to find them and figure out what this rogue Court Fae is up to.”

He half-hid his sword behind his back and started a casual saunter toward the mushroom ring. Several muttered Faery swear words later, Logan’s near-silent footfalls followed him.

“Look, Virgil would never forgive me if I let something happen to his little pixie friends,” Roman pointed out. “So don’t try to stop me.”

I need this hunt, he added silently. Please don’t interfere like you always fucking do.

“Virgil will never forgive either of us if your rashness gets you killed,” Logan shot back.

“Well, neither would Patton, if you died.” Roman shot Logan a side-eye. “Where is your fiancé, by the way? Normally you two are joined at the hip.”

If Roman hadn’t been looking for it, he might have missed the tightening of Logan’s mouth. He definitely noticed the way Logan ignored the question by pushing in front and stepping across the mushroom ring, entering the pocket of liminal space between Earth and the Hedge. Roman pulled up short.

The familiar trees seemed thicker and wilder from inside, crowding the sidewalks, completely hiding the road from view. The mushroom circle was wider on this side, taking up an entire patch of overgrown park, where the ground had been torn up in a dozen places. A wooden wagon with tall, slatted sides, like the kind a child might play with, sat in the exact center of the ring.

They ducked behind a fat trunk.

“Why the holes?” Logan murmured.

“Nicotine addicted squirrels? The Court Fae brought a dog? I dunno,” Roman muttered back. “Where’s our friendly neighborhood mushroom farmer, I wonder?”

“My clan!” Tourmaline wailed in her tiny voice, shooting off Logan’s shoulder and pointing at the wagon. Her red hair and drooping wings glimmered. “My sisters!”

Roman looked again and his heart dropped. Tiny black cages filled the wagon bed, and now he saw that each one held a pixie. Some fluttered madly to keep from touching the metal; others crouched in obvious pain.

“Iron cages,” Logan practically growled. “That is unspeakably cruel.”

“I think I see Wren and Wrassey,” Roman said, feeling sick. He’d spotted a pair of green skinned, black-haired pixies who’d been shoved in a cage together.

They edged closer. Everything in Roman screamed at him to grab that wagon and get those poor pixies as far away from this park as possible, but his Smile instincts held him back. Any Court faery who’d subject pixies to naked iron would likely do worse to intruders. 

Logan gestured grimly at the grass, which sparkled. “Pixie blood is over ninety percent water.” His voice was icy. “Unlike ours, it is almost clear in color.”

Roman inhaled. “‘Death in the water.’” He spotted a few tiny bodies lying in the grass around the wagon; clearly, some of Tourmaline’s clan had put up a fight. “We gotta get the survivors out of those cages.”

He adjusted his sword, luck dragging across his senses—a curtain of hot beads—as he grasped for a new outcome. Everyone escapes, nobody else dies. Logan showing up had distracted him; now he leaned, hard, but careful not to break through the metaphorical curtain. Doing that always turned his luck dangerously sour.

“Agreed.” Logan laid a hand on Roman’s arm. “But as you asked before, where is the perpetrator of this cruelty? It seems unlikely that they have conveniently stepped out.” He narrowed his gray eyes at Roman. “Unless that is exactly what they have done.”

“My whole thing is taking advantage of conveniences, Specs.” Roman stood up. “I got this.”

“I will keep watch,” Logan said.

The trapped pixies shouted and pointed as Roman knelt beside the wagon, his senses on high alert. Some seemed relatively unharmed, still having energy to glow; these kept talking in such frantic Faery that Roman couldn’t begin to understand. Most, however, bore signs of…well, Roman couldn’t think of a word besides torture. Bent wings, broken limbs, burns and bruises. Many couldn’t fly and were forced to stand or huddle, whimpering, against the cages, despite how it burned their skin. Tourmaline fluttered among them, clasping tiny hands through the bars, murmuring encouragement in soft Faery.

Who the hell would do this to solitaries? Fury rose in Roman’s chest. Solitary Fae could be mercurial, primative, and dangerous, but there was a reason Smile hunted primarily Court bastards. Those could rise to unspeakable levels of depraved.

He stabbed his sword into the grass and grabbed Wren and Wrassey’s cage, wincing at the burn. They huddled together on the tails of their dresses, shaking, but Wrassey lifted her head at his voice.

“Roman?” She stumbled and yelped as her bare skin touched the metal.

“No, don’t try to move. I’m gonna get you out.” Roman studied their cage, heart sinking when he spotted a keyhole. Faery magic won’t stick to iron, so of course it’s a manual lock. But…

“These bars are thin and sloppily welded,” he murmured to the pixies, who stared at him with wide eyes. “I may be able to rip the tops off.”

“Please,” Wren murmured.

“Before he comes back,” Wrassey added.

“Brace yourselves.” Roman fought the stinging burn to get a good grip on the top and bottom. He pulled, and the top tore free. The sisters zoomed out; Wren planting grateful kisses on Roman’s cheek and hugging Tourmaline, while Wrassey flew high, scanning the park.

“Can you break past the mushroom ring from the inside?” Roman asked.

“Yes,” Tourmaline answered, her wings buzzing. “I will oversee our escape if you free the others.” She touched his arm. “We will not forget your aid, Roman Princey.”

“It is still hidden,” Wrassey announced, dropping back down. “He has not discovered it.”

A collective sigh of relief whispered among the trapped pixies.

“What’s still hidden?” Roman picked up another cage and ripped it apart, freeing its occupant. “Who did this to you?”

He tore open more cages as Wrassey alighted on his shoulder, talking so fast he had to concentrate to understand her.

“We of Painter Clan are custodians of an artifact, gifted to us long ago by an Earthside Court. A Sidhe claiming to be the rightful owner came onto our lands three nights ago, demanding it. Some of us resisted, but…” Her tiny voice trailed off. Wren swooped close and kissed her cheek before continuing to help Tourmaline carry the newly freed pixies to safety beyond the mushroom circle.

“The terms were clear. It was never to be given back, no matter who asked,” Wrassey went on. Her small face crunched into a glower. “We have been giving him false places to look.”

“The holes,” Roman commented.

“Mmm. He grows impatient. He knows we deceive him.”

“So, he captures a bunch of you to torture, hoping one of you would break.” The revelation that a Sidhe did this made Roman nervous. Sidhe were among the highest order of Court Fae; beautiful, strong, skilled at warfare, and deadly.

He worked faster, hands burning with iron scorch. Half of the pixies freed. The unnatural silence of the park grated on his ears.

Three-quarters.

With luck—he exhaled carefully, letting the glass bead sensation pass without parting—he could save Tourmaline’s entire clan before the mysterious Sidhe returned.

“Painter Clan is strong. We do not break,” Wrassey snapped, but her wings drooped. “The Sidhe who did this carries greed behind his eyes. I do not think he meant to free us once he had what he wanted. Another reason he must not possess the artifact.”

Roman was just breaking the last cage, surrendering its inhabitant into Tourmaline’s capable hands, when a voice thundered across the park.

“You have misled me for the last time, vermin!”

Roman dropped the cage pieces and ducked behind the wagon, which only barely hid him, as a figure burst from a nearby clump of bushes.

The Sidhe stood willow tall and willow thin, his lily-white skin practically glowing against the dark trees. Narrow pointed ears swept back from his head, drawing the eye to a crown of red hibiscus nestled in his long, fiery orange hair. Orange also framed his night-black eyes; Roman couldn’t tell if it was makeup or his own natural coloring. He wore blood red leggings, black boots, a woven tunic of clashing oranges, and a matching cravat, creating a look that landed, in Roman’s opinion, somewhere between “colorblind Renn Faire enthusiast” and “gay hairdresser on Halloween”.

“I will have the mirror’s location,” the Sidhe bellowed, marching toward the wagon with that eerie gliding grace only Fae possessed. “Or I will begin slaughtering you one by one…what is this?”

He stopped, staring at the pile of broken, empty cages and—Roman could have kicked himself—Roman’s red-hilted katana, still stuck in the ground exactly where he’d planted it. The faery’s orange-rimmed eyes went wide with fury.

“I could ask the same thing,” another voice called from the tree line, making the Sidhe whirl. Logan stepped out, arms folded behind his back.

“Who are you, Summerling, and what are you doing in my park?” Logan asked in crisp Faery, puffing out his chest.

Summerling. Roman inhaled. “Summer in the air. Death in the water. Watch your words.” He’s a Summer Court Fae.

“Your park, Winter? Yours?” the Sidhe echoed, disdain dripping from each syllable.

Ice gathered and broke at Logan’s feet in nervous waves. His glasses caught the ambient light, obscuring his eyes, and for a moment, Roman’s brain flashed back to Sir’s multi-lens glasses, which he always parked on his face just before bringing out the scalpels—

He drew a sharp breath. Arcadian gods, he could not afford to have a flashback right now.

“What is he doing?” Roman grumbled to himself as he watched the half-faery, still keeping low, but the answer was obvious. Logan was distracting the Sidhe so that Roman could get away. But how did Logan plan on extracting himself?

Dammit, it’s not like Sherlock to blunder blindly into danger.

“Roman.” Wrassey tugged hard on Roman’s earlobe, making him wince. “You must take the mirror away from Painter’s Pond.”

“Shh!” He hissed back, eying the nearest tree trunk. “We have to go and somehow get L—er, Bear out of here.”

The Sidhe glided a few steps toward Logan, who stood his ground.

“You must take it! Even without our cooperation, it is only a matter of time before he finds it.” Wrassey yanked on his ear again. “Please.”

Roman ground his teeth. This could be their only opportunity to escape unseen…but saving the clan’s artifact was clearly important to Wrassey, and dammit, she was Virgil’s favorite.

“Where is it?” he asked softly.

The Sidhe had his back to the wagon now; maybe they had a chance.

“In the wall.” Wrassey pushed his face to the right and pointed. “Behind the stone carved with a pixie.”

Right in the Sidhe’s line of sight, because of course it was, but maybe the wall would hide him if he stayed low enough. Logan argued with the stranger now, moving his hands like Patton did when he got excited, keeping the faery’s attention on himself.

Roman crept around the wagon, extracting his sword as he went. For half a second, he considered rushing the Sidhe and running him through. The only safe Sidhe was a dead one, or so went the Smile saying, and this one had already tortured and killed innocents. But Roman remembered his ill-fated bout on the Athens lawn with Deceit, who had not been a Sidhe, and who’d almost killed Roman anyway.

I will not be as rash as everyone thinks I am, he thought, sheathing the blade and creeping toward the wall.

Logan’s eyes widened as he caught sight of Roman, and without even breaking his flow of words, he began circling the Sidhe, forcing him to turn away from the wall. The Sidhe crossed his arms and seemed, for the moment, content to let Logan ramble.

He’s probably reciting the entire history of DeLand, Roman mused, ducking behind the wall and looking for Wrassey’s stone. She buzzed her wings, giving light to see, and he finally spotted a crude drawing of a winged figure scratched onto one of the lower stones.

“It is hollow behind,” Wrassey said. “The facade should come away easily.”

“You are no lord,” the Sidhe said scathingly as Roman dug his nails into the edges, tugging. Moveable or not, age had wedged the facade in hard, and he had no tools. He didn’t dare look up to see how Logan was doing.

“You’re not even a full-blooded Fae, are you?” The Sidhe laughed, his voice like fire snapping over dry logs. “A talkative half breed claiming territory. I have now seen it all.”

The faery’s shift from Faery to near-perfect English sent a chill down Roman’s spine. In desperation, he stuck his sword blade into the wall and used it as a lever. But the angle was all wrong, the blade too long to be effective. He paused, panting.

“You must break the facade,” Wrassey whispered.

“He’ll hear me!” Roman hissed back.

“It is the only way.”

“I will have you know—” Logan said after a shocked moment.

“Oh, stop. The game is up. Where did you hear about the mirror, hmm? The Wild Hunt? Some pathetic solitary network?” The Sidhe paused.

“Mirror?” Logan echoed.

“Did you really think you’d find it before I did? Did you honestly believe—”

Roman aimed a kick at the stone, which cracked but didn’t crumble. He cringed when the faery cut off mid rant, but he didn’t dare stop now. Three kicks later, the facade collapsed. He dug out the pieces, plunged a hand into the dark hole, and closed fingers around a flat, circular object. Wrassey alighted next to the hole, wings fluttering eagerly.

“That’s it,” she chimed. “Quickly, now—”

She shouted in surprise as a slim, hot hand clamped onto Roman’s shoulder.

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At some point over the years, Virgil had seemingly acquired a sixth sense for knowing when one of his family were hurt. It was a useful skill given their tendency to hide injuries but unfortunately only helped him to a certain extent: he still had to identify who was the culprit and diagnose what exactly was causing them pain.

It was easier with some than others. In fact, the worst part wasn’t even getting them to admit that they were hurt but coaxing them to accept help. The stubbornness frequently left Virgil baffled – once the injury had been revealed, what was the point in continuing to deny medical attention? So, when this instinct raised its head to alert him to the prospect of an injury, he didn’t ignore it.

For once, Scott wasn’t the idiot in question. Gordon also seemed his usual bouncy self. Kayo wasn’t even present and neither was John. But Alan? He was uncharacteristically quiet. This in itself wouldn’t necessarily be cause for concern, only he hadn’t been on a late-night or early-morning rescue. That being said, he still bore the signs of sleep deprivation, dull eyes ringed with dark circles, slower reactions and general lethargy. But the real kicker came when Gordon made to teasingly elbow him and he flinched.

It was probably a good job that Scott was preoccupied with TI paperwork or else he’d have flown into smother-hen mode in an instant. Even Gordon seemed taken aback, concern blending with the instinct to make light of the moment as he offered a half-hearted apology whilst still poking fun. Alan waved him off with various excuses but Virgil’s sixth sense for hidden injuries had flared into red alert.

Rescues kept him from immediately pouncing, so he was forced to wait until early evening when he tracked down his youngest brother in the corridor and promptly hauled him into the infirmary. Alan made his disapproval known with weaponised elbows and wild kicks, even going as far as to drag his heels along the ground. He soon accepted his fate, although fixed a furious glower on Virgil.

Virgil was immune to such scowls after years of brotherhood and so ignored him, depositing him on the bed and closing the door to lean against it with crossed arms.

“So?”

Alan drew his feet up to sit criss-cross, shuffling back to lean against the wall. He remained obstinately silent, twisting his hands in a manner which proved he was anxious. His glare lost its heat, evaporating into something sort of wary, eyes flicking to the window and then back to the door as if assessing escape routes.

Virgil’s concern moved firmly in the realm of dread and settled like a cold stone in his stomach. He pulled a chair across the floor to sit in front of Alan and waited for a few minutes in the hope that his brother would voluntarily confide him.

No such luck. They sat in silence for several painfully long moments. It was so quiet that the whirr of the aircon unit grew overwhelming. Waves against the cliffs below created thunder, but nothing seemed as loud as Virgil’s own heartbeat, pounding in his ears as his imagination supplied him with multiple worse-case scenarios. He shoved the thoughts away to focus on his sense. Assess the scene, be logical, look for symptoms…

“What’s wrong with your ribs?”

Alan sat up straighter, feigning indignation when the true story laid in the way he flattened himself against the wall. If he was trying to reassure Virgil then behaving like a cornered animal was not the way to go about it.

“Nothing’s wrong with my ribs.” His reply was too quick, snappy with a distinctly defensive pitch. He took a sharp, shallow breath. “I’m fine. This is dumb and you’re overreacting. Can I go now?”

Virgil kept his voice deliberately level. Too accusatory and they wouldn’t get anywhere but too gentle and Alan would take offense.

“You flinched from Gordon.”

“Yeah, ‘cos he’s got weird, lumpy elbows.”

“Your breathing seems restricted.”

“Because you’re treating me like some kinda criminal! I don’t like being put on the spot. It freaks me out. Monitor your own breathing, jeez.”

“Alan,” Virgil protested softly, allowing a little hint of hurt to creep into his voice despite knowing that it wasn’t personal. Let me in, kid. Let me help. Please. “I’m not accusing you. I’m just concerned.”

“Well, don’t be.”

Alan shoved himself off the bed and landed heavily on the cold tiles. The dramatic exit he’d intended didn’t go to plan as his breath caught painfully and he gripped the rail, wavering slightly. His knuckles grew pale while his other hand flew to his ribs. He batted Virgil away shakily, gritting his teeth as he stood up, forcing a nervous chuckle.

“That was nothing.”

Virgil slipped out of his big brother mindset and into his Field Medic headspace. “Take your shirt off.”

“Gee Virg, at least buy me dinner first.”

“Now, Alan.”

“Okay, okay. Gimme a second.” Alan hesitantly curled his fingers around the hem of his t-shirt. He glanced up at Virgil and there was so much genuine fear in his eyes that it hurt to witness. “Um. Can you, like… promise you won’t be mad?”

Virgil laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Al, I promise I won’t be mad. Although I will admit that you’re not filling me confidence right now.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…” Alan dropped his gaze to the floor. “I know it was stupid. Is stupid. So, don’t bother telling me I’m an idiot because I already know that much.”

“I’ve seen your grade sheets, kiddo. I know you’re not an idiot.” Virgil gave his shoulder another squeeze until Alan finally looked up. “Even geniuses make dumb decisions sometimes. You should hear about some of the fixes John’s got himself into in the past.”

Alan swiped the back of his hand across overly bright eyes. “Yeah, but it’s not- It’s not like that.”

“Hey, Alan?” Virgil gave him a reassuring smile. “I think you’d better just show me.”

He’d had his suspicions yet still wasn’t prepared for the reality. He sucked in a breath, reaching out to gingerly brush a hand over the vivid bruising across Alan’s ribs. The skin was flushed with heat and that was only the part he could actually see. He had no doubts that the dark bruises continued underneath the binder. He ran a med-scan and winced in sympathy.

“Okay.”

Alan sank into the vacated chair and yanked his shirt back over his head, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Okay?” he echoed in a tiny voice. “What does okay mean?”

Virgil dropped the med-scanner onto the bed. “It means that you’ll have to take that off for a few days-”

“No.” Alan cut in sharply. “Not happening.” He shook his head vehemently, eyes welling with angry tears. “See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d overreact. I’m fine. I’m handling it.”

“Would you let me finish?”

“I know what I’m doing!”

Virgil waited for a minute. Alan sort of deflated, slumping in the chair.

“Alan,” Virgil said gently, “You’re going to hurt yourself. You are hurting yourself. I’m not telling you how to manage your dysphoria, I’m just asking you to do so in a safe way. If you need a new binder, then we’ll buy you one. I’ll fly you out to the mainland myself. We can go tomorrow if you’d like?”

For a few seconds, Alan remained motionless. Then his expression crumpled. He flung himself to his feet and fell into Virgil’s open arms. Virgil carded a hand through tangled blond hair as Alan buried his face in his shoulder. He was trembling in that way indicative of tears and it hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Virgil asked once those tears had quietened. He tightened his hold as Alan tensed. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You know I’d help you with whatever you need.”

Alan pushed his knuckles against his eyes.

“You wouldn’t get it,” he mumbled into his hands.

“No,” Virgil conceded. “Not entirely. But I can try my best to understand.”

“I just… I hate talking about this stuff. Because none of you guys have to deal with it, so it just makes me feel even more different. Like I’m… I don’t know. It sucks.”

“Being different isn’t a bad thing.”

“But I don’t want to be different. I just want to… to be. You know?”

“I know.” Virgil leant back against the bed, tucking an arm around Alan. “But surely a horrible conversation is still better than living in pain?”

Alan gave a damp sniff. “Yeah. I guess.” He tipped his head against Virgil’s shoulder. “Hey, um, were you serious about tomorrow?”

“Yes. But I’m also serious about giving those bruises chance to heal.”

“Ugh, I know.”

“Alan.”

“No, really. I know.” Alan already sounded a little brighter. “Thanks, Virg.”

“Anytime.”

Virgil reluctantly let him go, pleasantly surprised when the kid hesitated in the doorway and mumbled,

“Love you, ‘kay, bye.”

The door swung in his wake.

Virgil shook his head with a fond smile.

“Love you too,” he murmured despite the fact Alan wasn’t around to hear it.

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