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the-heaminator · 2 years ago

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2.2k of useless fluff between Australia, New Zealand and Germany in the 1890s, and a brief reunion 60 or so years later. This came out of some deep dark crevice of my mind and I do not know how to feel about that.

Dresden, 1890s

The summer warmth and smog had settled itself over Europe quite resolutely now, the stifling heat doing nothing to aid Ludwig nor Eleanor in their endeavours of trying to do anything at all, too warm and sunny to do anything but play inside away from the hustle and bustle of the house and far far away from the fraying tempers that had collected in the dining room, though not for eating just yet.

That did not stop Jack, who aunt Brighid always said was made of sunlight itself, from going outside and picking at various creepy crawlies and from hiding in trees and playing with sticks, the other two, set to keep watch on the sunshine child by both England and Prussia had to contend with the shelter of the veranda and ate Creamed Ice, sweetened with honey and finely chopped nuts. While they watched Jack do what he did, Ludwig was overheating far far worse than Elanor, she had the pleasure of wearing a relatively loose summer dress, mainly because England was not the most well-versed in what to make a girl wear, so he seemed to go for practicality unless it was a formal function.

Which to be fair this was, but they had no need to be here, they had just pestered him often enough and there was nobody to look after them, he would never trust any of the housemaids enough to entrust them to her, Matthew was in Canada now, Uncle Rhys and Uncle Alisdair were in America dealing with something or the other, Jack probably would never forget the incident of when he was still physically about the size of a toddler and accidentally got passed around one too many times in the great exhibition and ended up with Alfred who recognised him as one of England's quicker than Jack could say "Bloody fuckin fast!"

He always had a filthy mouth, not that he had no reason to, Ludwig had heard Prussia say, on multiple occasions, that England should at least to attempt to clear up his speech, which was more than once met with a tirade of enough curse words both nautical and not, that he could feel his ears shrivel up and he didn't even know what half of them meant?

Jack may have been a lizard, with lack of a better way to put it, but Ludwig must certainly was not, he was wearing rather stuffy grey wool over a shirt that didn't cover his forearms, Eleanor asked if he wanted heatstroke, but he really just didn't like showing his forearms to anybody, apparently they were far too thin and boney, with many bruises that weren't inflicted by anyone hand, but by the nation as a whole, it seemed as of they didn't understand this very well, they had seen it happen to their father and his siblings, but they never seemed to get them themselves unless something markedly severe was happening, apparently, it usually affected their father more than it affected them, supposedly because they were colonial holdings and England held jurisdiction of them.

They were stewing in silence for a while, Ludwig had started to nod off, it being far too hot to deal with right now, so that he didn't realise that Eleanor had started to draw in the hard dry earth in the flowerbeds with a twig.

She drew the magnificent Carracks that sailed the seas in the 1500s by the Spaniards, well according to what her sailing book said, she had heard that her father had been a pirate at some point but she found that incredibly hard to believe, but whatever, she drew the Barques that were used to get to her lonely island, that fared through storms and whatnot.

They weren't the most detailed, how could you make drawing in the dirt all that detailed, but in the still, sultry air, they seemed to be by far the most appealing thing in the garden just about now, her doodling even managed to attract the notoriously flighty attention of her dearest brother, and he squat near the flowerbed, in the full sun, clearly unperturbed the sun beating the back of his neck and frying what few braincells he seemed to resolutely own, he started adding his details as well, doodling in the dirt as Ludwig stayed asleep, but this is jack, he would never particularly let anybody sleep especially not in such weather, he would get heatstroke really goddamn fast, especially if he stayed in what he was wearing, honestly who would wear a woollen jumper in such weather?

Plus he was already borning, in Jack's eyes he already acted like an old man, despite being physically about the same age as him and as a nation he was quite a bit younger, but he already acted painfully stuffy, he sat with the same almost military-like posture that both their Father and Prussia tended to sit in, he was touchy, especially about seeing his arms unclothed, quite like how Uncle Rhys was sometimes, and he genuinely seemed to have a stick up his ass already, no one seemed to ever treat him like a child and well, Jack knew that getting treated like a child too much felt terrible, but also never being treated like one, especially if, physically at least, he still was one, he never seemed to experience the pure awe or interest that Jack did, happier to sit on the side passively and watching then to ever take part in anything, he was quite boring usually; but sometimes he could see that underneath all that, he was still very young, when Jack pointed out different bird species a while ago he seemed to copy all Jack had to say down with uncharacteristic zeal, copying everything down almost word for word in the flowy cursive that Jack associated with old men and Matt; not something that one would expect from a 14 year old for sure, Zee joined in the conversation and that was one of the few times they saw him looking like an actual child, it was odd.

"Jack, what are you thinking of?"

"What?"

Jack had been squatting on the soil, not moving, seemingly deep in thought.

"You know, he acts like an old man sometimes," He said pointing at Germany, who was quite fast asleep in the shade, the heat clearly having got the better of him "But I want to think that he isn't and throw mud at him, but if I did I don't even know how he would react."

"Jack that is way too specific, but you have a point."

At that he had an idea, half-baked as it was, it was an idea nonetheless, it was to start with him being awoken, Zee would do that and hopefully, he did not have a particularly strong reaction to physical touch, he was particularly young even for their kind so he shouldn't, but Ludwig seemed to break more than a few long-established rules of nationdom, so who knows.

Zee had her reservations, she always did, being the voice of reason amongst the two, sometimes seeming to be the voice of reason in their entire family despite being one of the youngest, but Jack very much did not, and unfurled himself from his crouch to full height, ruddy face smiling like rays of the sun itself, before he poked Ludwig on the shoulder, once, then again, achieving only a sleepy grumble which caused him to move his head, which therefore caused him to lose his very carefully made position, and he fell onto the hard soil, quite sufficiently waking him up.

The look on his face caused Jack to fall into an absolute fit of laughter, and even Zee who generally prided herself on not doing that started to giggle at his expense, Ludwig picked himself up quickly and dusted himself off, grumbling all the while, the language was quite bland, especially considering his company and their vibrant vernacular of curses, but if Gilbert had heard him he would have surely got his mouth washed out with soap.

He returned himself to his perch on the veranda, well in the shade as Jack sat down next to him, looking markedly more scruffy than before he dozed off, how long had it been anyways?

They all sat in silence for a few moments before Ludwig enquired what the drawing in the soil was of.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of a carrack?

"Or a galleon?"

"Or a schooner?"

Ludwig knew that they were boats, he had read about them, but had never actually seen one, they were quite before his time, really before all of their times, but Arthur had a fondness of the sea that Gilbert most certainly did not possess, he had only seen the sea a few times, and it was steely grey the few times he did see it, the waves choppy and the air cold with a cloying smell of dead fish and other wonderful nautical scents, like alcohol as well as the smoke of the coal ships making it difficult to breathe if he stood too close.

"They are boats no?"

"Of course, they are boats, banana face, but do you know what type of boat it is?"

Ludwig searched his mental inventory for the type of boat, it seemed to not fit into any of the well defined categories and that annoyed him very much, outwardly he looked mildly constipated and the both of them looked on in interest.

"Is it a...collier?"

The two looked impressed "Not exactly, but that was the point, it is a barque, which is basically where all the boats that do not fit any other categories are lumped together, and that does look like a collier quite so."

Jack absolutely lit up and started to go on about the ocean, specifically the ocean at botany bay, the slick rocks that he used to climb over and hunt for mussels and crabs, and try not to fall into any of the rock pools, lest Aunt Bridghid had to fish him out and he would get a good smack upside the head for it, about how many birds nested there and how he knew where all the nests were, the blue-green water that had so many fish in it despite being close to the coast, he started to talk about how blue the sky was, the smell of salt in the air as he walked alongside Aunt Bri.

He started to spin elaborate tales about the birds and their migratory journeys, creating epic-like sagas and whatnot before finally stopping, beaming at the rapt attention of his audience of two.

"What about you Ludwig, have you ever seen the ocean?"

Ludwig seemed to take a moment before saying "It was nothing like yours, there was a lot of grey, a lot of smoke and noise, pebbles that hurt to fall on," he scrunched up his nose "It smelt like rotting fish, tobacco alcohol and sadness."

Jack made a face "That sounds fucking depressing, like the limey coast!" He thought "Were there crabs."

"There were no crabs, not that I looked."

Zee continued to watch, she liked seeing those two talk, unstoppable force meets an immovable object and all that, they bounced off each other really very well.

"I want to see the ocean like yours." Said in such a childlike manner that for a moment you could believe the voice actually did belong to a teenage boy, forced to grow up too fast and not the tired middle-aged man he already seemed to be acting like, and it was nice for the three of them.

Sydney 1950s

They were older now, two men of admirable height, no longer an oddly proportioned German and an Australian who always had mud on his knees, Jack watched as Ludwig just looked out upon Botany bay, sure it wasn't as it was 300 years prior, but enough of what Jack said stood the test of time, the rocks were slimy and Ludwig was terrible at climbing over them, the rock pools with the mussels and crabs remained, Jack showed him different types of crab while they squatted in the sun, Ludwig wearing a coat of sunscreen because he absolutely burned in the sun.

The green-blue sea and the birds that preened themselves haughtily when they passed, the sky far more blue than he had ever seen it at home, the smell of salt tickling his nose most pleasurably, such a far cry from the first time he saw the sea

They were both quite worse for wear after the wars, it was difficult to imagine that that conversation happened not 70 years prior, but that was besides the point, Jack may have not been small enough to fall into rock pools and Ludwig was not small enough to cry after tripping over rocks, but they were young, younger than most really, Ludwig had barely been around for 80 years, a blip in time for older nations, but at least now, after all the years had thrown at them, they could enjoy.

"Come mate imma teach ya to surf!"

#Hws australia #Hws New Zealand #Hws germany #Historical hetalia #The heam writes #*slaps the hood of this fic* This baby can fit so much infodumping #I dont even know just read it ok #Theres a lot of boat information for some reason

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beautyashes · 5 years ago

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krixwell-liveblogs · 7 years ago

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I was trying to get you to guess who the other Candidates/not!candidates for the circus were. We already had Oni Lee, Bitch and Armsy as invites and Labby-rinf as a noninvite. Who out of the cast we've seen is sociopathic enough to get a nice look? Who's ominous enough?

Ah, that’s fair.

Hmm... While Burnscar <=> Spitfire turned out to be a red herring, I do think the pattern of Slaughterhouse members going after people they can relate to holds up, so that could help out here.

Bonesaw: Might look for someone unpredictable and brutal? Skidmark, maybe? I don’t know. Skidmark just suffered an embarassing defeat, too, and might not be unpredictable enough. Hookwolf is certainly also an option. Bakuda would’ve been perfect, but she’s currently a zombie in prison on the other side of the continent, so that won’t work.

Shatterbird: If we assume the trend of personalities being vaguely related to powers and themes - Siberian being wild, Jack being edgy, Bonesaw being fiery (though less so than she initially seemed), Pinkie Pie being pink and Mannequin being unhinged - then Shatterbird might be flighty. Unfortunately, the only pre-existing character I really associate with that was Oni Lee, and we’ve seen what happened with him. Maybe she’d try to find someone with power over glass, or the power to shatter things? No one really comes to mind, though, assuming she’d go for someone who’d fit into the team.

Crawler: (By the same logic, Crawler will probably be quite creepy. A creepy crawly, if you will.) I suspect their power is similar to Night’s in some ways, so I think Night would be a good candidate for their nomination.

Hatchet Face: Probably won’t get a chapter. Might get a nomination, though, depending on how strict this group is - and I don’t exactly expect them to be all that big on rules, though I don’t think they’re as loose as the Merchants. If he does get to pick someone, he might go for a Brute. Lung would’ve been a good option, but he’s not around anymore... Hm, Hookwolf is a Brute with a penchant for larger bladed weapons than what Oni used. Maybe Hatchet Face would go for him, rather than Bonesaw.

the Newbie: All I know about the Newbie is she’s good at finding people. Not much I can speculate from there.

Beyond that, I don’t really know. There are a lot of morally gray or black people in Worm, but I can’t think of all that many surviving Brockton Bay residents that would fit into the Slaughterhouse, even after these Interludes have proven that their standards for evilness are lower than I expected. Hookwolf remains a primary candidate in my eyes, and a couple other former E88 members could fit in nicely, but beyond that...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#Worm #krixwell liveblogs #Arc 11 #Chapter i11d #Asks #mlp:fim

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icecoldparadise · 8 years ago

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Tricks and Treats

Words: 4880 (what even?)

Pairings: Moxiety (oops) and implied Prince-logic (if you squint, it’s starting up kinda.)

Summary: It’s Halloween: Patton is in charge of costumes while Roman is in charge of adventures this years. What could possibly go wrong..? Maybe a poor decision to visit the dragon witch could…

Possible Triggers: blood, near death experiences

AN: I have never written a fic like this before, especially for the sides, so if they’re a bit out of character, I apologize. This… This was supposed to be short… Enjoy?

After much anticipation and excitement, Halloween had finally arrived. The mindscape was festively decorated with fake cobwebs (that Patton frequently and fearfully inspected to ensure no “creepy crawly death dealers” had moved in), bats, rats, ghosts and other spooky decor. The sun hadn’t even rose yet when Roman, Virgil and Logan found themselves startled awake as Patton pounced them, excitedly rambling about costumes and trick or treating and “how they were gonna love the costumes he picked for them all.” Roman jumped out of bed and bounded towards the kitchen ecstatically, humming as he began making bat-shaped pancakes. Logan groggily gazed at the bouncing dad before sternly telling him to calm down before he launched a textbook at him. Virgil seemed disoriented; he hadn’t even realized he fell asleep a few hours prior and had no idea what was going on. Eventually he joined the others in the kitchen and poured himself a steaming cup of black coffee, only remembering what day it was when he saw the bat shaped pancakes literally flying from the stove. He couldn’t help but be a bit excited until Logan finally woke up enough to ask, “So Patton, what costumes did you pick out for us this year?” Virgil’s heart pounded as he watched the dad’s face light up brighter than a Christmas tree. “Oh you kiddos will LOVE what I came up with! Let me get them!” The moral side shot off into his room, leaving the other three to look at each other skeptically.

Patton bounded back in with an armful of clothing…. Most of which seemed way to bright and happy for Virgil’s liking. “For Roman, I picked an elf!” He held up this shimmery, gold tunic and some bright red skinny jeans that were boot-friendly. Roman puffed his chest out slightly. “Why would you pick something so-so gentle? I’m a prince! I slash and slay dragon witches!” He protested indignantly. Logan quirked an eyebrow. “I do believe Thomas had watched some Youtube videos about something called Lord of the Rings, in which the elves were both beautiful and lethal. It is fairly fitting, objectively speaking.” Roman seemed apprehensive, but looking down at Patton’s big, pleading brown eyes made him sigh and give in. “Oh, alright. I suppose since you put the effort into making me beautiful and lordly, this prince will slay in as an elf for you.” Patton lit up and hugged the creative side before bounding over to Logan. “I picked my favorite thing for one of my favorite people!” Logan paled as a grey cat onesie was presented to him. “Patton, this is… impractical to say the least… But I cannot deny your reasoning behind it.” The logical side smiled gently down at the bubbly heart. “I will wear it with pride.” A small excited squeal came out from the costume provider as he whirled around to face Virgil. Anxiety rose through him. “I better not be some fairy princess, or I swear I’ll-“ Patton laughed merrily and held up a black cloak. “Don’t worry kiddo, I wouldn’t do that to you. You’re gonna be a vampire!” Virgil couldn’t hide the surprise and subsequent small smile from his face. “I… I can go with that.” Patton seemed to exude pride. “I wouldn’t torture you like that, my strange dark son.” The father figure turned to the others. Roman raised an eyebrow. “Well what are you gonna be, Patton?” The father figure smiled sheepishly. “You’ll see when I come out!” Before they could pry further the heart declared, “Alright! Let’s get ready! Then we can hear what adventure Roman made for us!” Everyone nodded and dispersed.

Virgil was in his room, perched in front of a mirror as he put on more vampiric make up (which honestly, wasn’t too far off from his usual routine) when he heard a hesitant knock on his door. He rolled his eyes, giving a slightly irritated “Who is it?” and wondering who could possibly need something from him. “Hey kiddo, it’s me.” Patton’s unusually timid voice responded. Virgil’s irritation dissipated as his heart melted slightly; of course he would snap at the gentle spirit who made sure he was taken care of. With a much softer voice, Virgil invited him in. The heart quickly slipped into the anxious side’s room, shutting the door behind him. The brooding side offered Patton a gentle, welcoming smile that he reserved for the father figure. “Whatcha need, Pat?” Patton shifted, as if he were a bit embarrassed. “Well, I was um… Wondering if you’d help with my make up?” Virgil quirked an eyebrow at the timid squeak of a response. “You want my help? Wouldn’t Roman be a more suitable candidate, being a theater freak and all?” Plus, what if I mess it up and you don’t like it? Verge couldn’t help but think to himself. Patton looked down and lightly kicked the floor with his foot. “That’s the thing actually. I’m afraid our little theater muffin would be a bit too… flamboyant with his work.” Patton peered up at Virgil with his big brown eyes. “You’re a bit more, well, you have more finesse in your work. And you’re more precise- Roman is a bit careless.” Virgil couldn’t help but smile at the father’s sheepish nature, and the thought that Patton thought he was better at something that Princey. “Course I’ll help you Pat. What’s your costume?” Patton blushed vividly and mumbled, “A fairy.” The anxious side finally took note of the clothes his friend was wearing; a trademark blue tunic with silver, flowy pants and a pair of cerulean wings stuck out from behind him.

Virgil laughed quietly, and Patton began to scoot back towards the door. Panic rushed up inside Anxiety, who quickly grabbed Patton’s arm. “Wait- no Patton I’m not laughing at you!” Seeing Patton pause he continued, “I was just laughing at how perfectly it fit you, and how shy you are.” Patton completely relaxed and sat on the darker trait’s bed, letting him get to work on his make-up. Virgil’s gentle grip on his chin and focused dark eyes put Patton at ease somehow, making him feel a bit more confident despite the room’s usual effect. When the vampire was done he gave Patton a mirror to see his final touches; he gasped and smiled gleefully. Gentle swirls of blue and silver cascaded down from his forehead to his cheeks perfectly, warm brown eyes enhanced with just the slightest touch of silver eyeshadow and thin black liner. The tiniest hint of blush gave life to his face, making him look elegantly beautiful and ethereal. Patton tossed the mirror on the bed and hugged Virgil tightly. “Thanks kiddo! It’s exactly what I was hoping for!” Virgil tensed at first but relaxed and gave a small pat on the father’s back. “No problem. Lemme just finish a few details on me and we can head out.” Patton sat contently on the black and scarlet bed, gleefully switching between admiring his make-up and fascinatedly watching Virgil work on his. Once the angsty side finished, they rejoined the others in the common room. Roman went over the top with his details, adding in a gold circlet, very pointy elf ears, and some bold make up to his attire; Logan, on the other hand, looked charmingly adorable in the cat onesie with a very simple pink nose and precise, symmetrical whiskers drawn on his face. His trademark glasses were still perched on his nose, making him retain a sense of sophistication. Patton danced around, excited about their costumes. Roman snickered at the heart’s antics. “Of course you’d be something flighty and glittery.” Virgil glared at the creative side, something indescribable rising in his chest. “Oh, like you’re much better Princey. What, did you lather yourself in every bit of glitter you could?” The prince sneered at the goth boy. “At least I look different, Frighten Me Emo. Take away the fangs and what’s different, really?” Logan raised a paw in the air. “Now Virgil, Roman, cease your bickering before you upset Patton.” The two looked over to the father side, who was trying not to seem upset by the needless insults. Anxiety and Creativity gave each other one last glare before Roman announced grandiosely, “Let’s get going then! I have an exciting adventure lined up for us, including lots of glorious and gooey treats for us- and maybe even some tricks!” Virgil rolled his eyes and took his position in the back of the group, subconsciously alert for anything that might run amiss.

And oh, did everything run amiss. Horribly, horribly amiss.

They were just finishing getting the last of their treats for the night when Roman spied a cave opening in a nearby mountain. The smile on his face frightened Patton, but Virgil and Logan both groaned as they knew exactly what this meant. “BEHOLD! A CAVE! The dragon witch is SURELY in there- we must vanquish her!” In the background, Virgil imitated the prince perfectly as the animated elf prince drew his sword and dramatically pointed towards the cave. Logan sighed deeply. “Roman, this never goes well and you know it. Let’s go home and enjoy--“ Roman flared around looking horrified. “Go home? Have you lost your mind, Calculator Watch?! This is the trick of the night! It can’t all just be treats and goodies on Halloween- there has to be some terror, some mischief!” Patton grimaced, but quickly put a smile on his face. “Now, we did give good ol’ Roman the choice of what we do tonight! Surely we can humor him a bit more.” Logan remained unconvinced, but didn’t wish to hurt the heart’s feelings or deal with Roman’s obnoxious complaining the whole way home. Sighing deeply, he consented, resulting in Roman prancing forward like a hunting dog on a scent. Virgil tried to mention all the things that could go wrong, but no one paid attention to him. I have a really bad feeling about this… He thought anxiously, mildly cringing at the unintentional Star Wars reference. Up ahead he could hear Patton making a string of Dad Jokes and Logan frustratedly trying to keep up with him until he made an accidental Dad Joke of his own. Roman and Patton howled with laughter.

Before long the sun was low in the sky, and they were up the mountain and clambering into the cave. Everyone ignored the impending sense of dread each step brought. Patton noticed how quiet the vampire had gotten, how jagged his breathing had gotten (not just from the climbing), and his heart broke a little. “You okay there, kiddo?” The wide eyed stare betrayed the nod, but before Patton could pursue it further Roman hushed them. “We’re here.” He whispered as dramatically as possible, his voice resounding off the walls. They tip toed into the lair of the dragon witch. Admittedly, the three traits had pictured this huge horrible dragon curled up in the middle of a giant gold pile, and thus were shocked to see a dark, jagged throne surrounded by skulls and foul creatures with a tan woman sitting on it, an elaborate dress sprawled over her feet and some of the skulls. Something about her seemed haunting and nightmarish while simultaneously beautiful. Her eyes snapped open and locked onto the quartet in an instant, fueling the dread they felt deep inside. “Ahh, Roman, I see you brought friends.” Her voice fell like water in a river, smooth and soothing. “You’re just in time for my best trick yet.” Roman shook his head and drew his sword. “I’ve come to challenge you to a duel, dragon witch!” She threw her head back and laughed, her minions joining in as fire spurt from her mouth with each bellow. Steam hissed out of her mouth as she sighed in amusement before she snapped forward, eyes glowing an eerie yellow color and her voice deep and ominous as she cast a curse:

On this day of Hallow’s Eve

You will get more than you wish to receive.

All the world so joyously arrayed

Will transform and be dismayed.

This my evil curse shall do,

‘Til clock strikes twelve or home you go to,

Which shall my dark magic undo.

Virgil barely opened his mouth to sass her about how horrible it was when a strange smoky aura shot out from her and encompassed the four sides. They all writhed in pain for agonizing minutes before being unceremoniously dumped on the ground as the misty aura shot out of the cave and into the world. Screams could be heard... Screams that quickly started to sound like howls and screeches of unnatural things. Roman looked at his counter sides and gasped in horror: Patton’s wings became fixed to his back and were moving of their own accord, Virgil’s fake fangs looked decidedly real and Logan… Logan was a small grey cat with black spectacle markings around his eyes. The prince laughed at the sight of Logan until the cat hissed and said, “Laugh all you want, Roman, but your ears are permanently pointed.” The realization horrified him. “But, but they’re not PROPORTIONAL to my gloriously handsome face!” Virgil snickered. “That’s what you get for picking them and then dragging us hear, Elfy.” Roman went to reach for his sword only to discover it was no longer there. “You’ll need to find it if you want it back, Prince Roman. Leave no stone unturned.” The dragon witch hissed, her own eyes starting to look very dragon like. “Now all of you scram before I decide to eat you as my Halloween treats!” They scrambled out of the chamber and through the caverns, Logan leading the way as his little feet went pap pap pap pap every step of the way. Once they reached the outside world, they saw the extent of the dragon witch’s curse. Everyone had been transformed into whatever they had dressed up as- meaning there were a plethora of witches, ghouls and goblins of all ages wandering the world, acting as if they truly were the monsters they dressed up as. Virgil stared out at the chaotic scene, a panic attack working its way up. “Princy, how far are we from home?” The normally flamboyant prince hung his head down in shame. “We’re a long, long way from home. Without monsters, it would take us a good twenty minutes. With them?” He trailed off, fear settling in his belly. Virgil crumpled into a quiet ball, silently trying to breathe but struggling. The fairy carefully flew over to him and got down on the floor with him, gently running his hands through the vampire’s hair as he softly talked the panicked boy down.

Logan peered up at the elf, his cat eyes still holding depths of knowledge within them. “Roman, think. Where would your sword be if it got taken from you?” The elf prince shrugged, mentally racing through a variety of options. Something the witch said rung in his head. Leave no stone unturned… Stone… “AHA!” He cried out loudly, startling his companions and drawing way too much attention to themselves. “That blasted dragon witch knows I’m overly fond of The Sword and the Stone. There’s a perfect boulder over in those woods.” He pointed to a thicket of trees nearly two miles away, where a clearing could barely be seen from their heightened position. “Come, Count Drabula, Fairy Godfather, Logikitty! We should get there before the sun completely sets.” They hurried down the mountain side, reaching the forest precisely as the sun began to set. Virgil couldn’t help but welcome the darkness of the woods, as it made his skin much less itch and Patton was happily carrying Logan while floating around, exploring the scenery from a higher view. After about half an hour Virgil frowned; an unsettling feeling had slowly rose up from the depths of his being, one he didn’t know how to handle.

He was hungry.

Logan noticed his grimace instantly. “Are you alright, Virgil?” The vampire glanced up and nodded quickly. “Yeah, just keep stabbing myself in the lip with these fangs, that’s all.” Don’t tell them you’re hungry, they’ll freak out and think you’re a monster and—

They kept going until they reached the clearing where lo and behold, Roman’s sword was in fact shoved in a giant boulder. While he and Logan raced over to start the irksome task of reclaiming it, Virgil was staying back with his eyes closed and head pounding. The soft sound of fluttering wings made his stomach lurch. “What’s wrong kiddo?” He didn’t reply; a firm hand found a soothing place on his arm. “Verge, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” He opened his eyes and saw the blue fairy dad’s worried eyes, and couldn’t help but open up. “I… Promise you won’t freak out?” Don’t think I’m a monster, please Patton I need you Don’t think I’m a—“I’d never freak out on you, Virgil.” The way his name rolled off Patton’s tongue so effortlessly and gently sent an involuntary shudder down the vampire’s spine. He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered so softly it was barely audible, “I’m hungry.” Patton looked confused at first, but his eyes widened when it clicked. Virgil could barely breathe as he waiting for the dad to back away in horror when all of a sudden Patton smiled at him. “D’aw, it’s alright kiddo. It must suck being a vampire!” The anxious trait stared at him, then rolled his eyes. Patton quickly glanced back to see Roman and Logan still struggling to get the sword out of the stone before turning back to Virgil. “Here,” he offered up his wrist. “You can feed off of me.” Virgil’s stomach sank to his toes. Feed? Off of Patton? He couldn’t. “No, Pat no I can’t I might hurt you.” Still, the idea was morbidly attractive, something he blamed at his temporary vampirism. Patton gave him a warm smile, the glittery swirls of his make up sparkling softly with the move. “You won’t hurt me, my poor vampiric baby. I trust you; if it gets to be too much I’ll stop you. Just… hurry before the others see. They won’t understand like I do.” Virgil could see the fear dancing in Patton’s eyes- he had thought of the same thing Anxiety had. Reluctantly, the vampire carefully clasped the fairy’s wrist and bit down, trying to ignore the gasp of pain. As he began to eat, Virgil couldn’t help but feel a slight euphoria as the sweet blood filled his growling stomach. He anxiously glanced up at Patton, who seemed to be enjoying it?? He wondered in surprise, not wanting to know exactly how the fairy was enjoying it. Worried he would take too much the anxious vampire forced himself to stop but couldn’t resist giving Patton’s wrist a long, slow lick to clean off the blood and heal the wound. Patton shuddered and made just the slightest bit of noise before turning bright red. They became distinctly aware of the other two arguing with each other, resulting in the heart to smile brightly and say “Well, sounds like those two need help.” He flew off to hear the problem.

Virgil watched as the fatherly figure listened intently to the problem, laughed and said something about just pulling it out of the rock. He proceeded to fly up despite the others’ protests and effortlessly pull the sword out from the rock. The elf prince’s jaw dropped, and a hint of hurt glimmered in his eyes. He straightened up, looking quite princely in the last glimmers of dusk, and his jaw firmed in resolution. “Now that THAT fiasco is out of the way, let’s go home before some horrendous beast comes out to eat us!” The elf scooped up the cat, who meowed in protest, and marched to the other side of the woods. The fairy and vampire followed him, trusting he knew the way home in his own world. At the end of the woods stood a large, elaborate gate that stretched as high as the trees and as long as the eye could see. “Oh my,” The prince began, flushing a little. “I forgot I put this here.” Logan growled, his tail twitching in aggravation. “Please tell me you remember how to get through this?” The prince laughed boisterously. “Of course I remember! I just… Can’t reach it.” They all stared at him, waiting for an explanation. “Well, I made a lever high up in the trees that only something tiny could get into a flip.” Patton lit up. “It seems like this cat’s good luck!” Logan groaned. “I can just fly up, find the lever and tell Logan where it is so he can get it!” Logan seemed impressed for a cat. “That’s a logical solution, Patton. I approve.” The dad figure beamed happily before zipping up into the branches for a solid ten minutes. Just as Virgil was starting to worry he’d never find it, they heard an excited “FOUND IT!” boom down from the trees. A blur of blue shot down, grabbed Logan (who shrieked in fright, though he would never admit it) and shot back into the branches. A few more nail-biting minutes later, the gate opened and the fairy returned the cat to the ground, who was sternly chastising Patton for grabbing him in such an undignified manner.

Another hour passed as they dodged monsters; Virgil was getting extremely hungry again, Patton’s wings were drooped in exhaustion and Logan’s paws were tender. The elf finally collapsed and allowed them all to take a break under the reasoning that “they were almost home, they should be safe.” Logan noticed the exhaustion on the unusually stoic prince’s face and felt some odd instinct to curl up in the boy’s lap- and that’s exactly what he did. The elf was shocked at first, but soon was delighted to have a furry companion curled up on him after a long, tiring trek. Before either of them knew it, they were asleep against a tree, Roman’s hand gently resting on Logan’s head. Patton gazed at them and chuckled, looking to seek Virgil’s amusement when he noticed the boy pinching the bridge of his nose in pain. “Hungry?” The fairy asked, and Virgil blushed a deep red. “Y-yeah, but I’ll manage.” Patton sat down by the angsty vampire, unconvinced. He offered his wrist up once again with a gentle, “Eat.” The gnarling hunger would not be ignored, so Virgil once again timidly bit into the offering and drank deeply, the strange warmth filling his entire being with every gulp. Once again, Patton seemed to intensely enjoy the sensation and his cheeks tinged red when he saw Virgil noticed. The vampire stopped feeding, a questioning look in his eyes and a bashful expression on his face. “P-Pat?” The side in question opened his eyes and nodded, encouraging him. “Why do… Why do you like it?” Crimson flooded the fairy’s face as he grinned sheepishly. “I… Well… I can’t think of a dad joke for this, I’m so flustered… I guess it’s because I love you.” Tingles shot down Virgil’s spine, the strange warm sensation returning. “You… love me? But I’m such a pain to deal with!” A gentle hand caressed his cheek, stopping him. “I know. But in some weird way we just… We get each other, Verge, and I can’t help but love you for that.” Virgil was about to respond when a chilling howl filled the air… Right by their rest spot.

Roman and Logan startled awake, the Prince standing up and drawing his sword before Logan could get out of his lap. His tail was bristled and his back arched. “Werewolves…” Prince Roman whispered as four other howls responded. “RUN!” No one questioned his command as he bolted out of the small haven and towards home. The werewolves crashed out into the clearing, gaining ground on the four sides. Logan quickly turned and landed a nasty swipe on the smallest (and presumably youngest) wolf, cutting its snout pretty bad. It whimpered and fell back. A well-aimed kick from Patton took down the other small wolf, and without warning Roman turned on his heel and faced the other two, sword already slashing at their faces. The others rallied behind him, Logan swiping at feet and bellies as he could, Virgil and Patton trying to distract the other so Virgil could bite into it. They managed to split the two remaining werewolves apart, but something seemed unsettling about the one they got. It was almost as if… “Oh my gosh, this one is real.” Patton gasped. Virgil officially went into Full Protection Mode, throwing every punch, kick and bite he could at the monster. It swiped hard and knocked Virgil back before turning itself to face the fairy, who’s wings were too strained from all the traveling to lift him up to safety despite his best efforts. He tripped and fell, and he closed his eyes as the beast lifted a paw with four sharp claws to hit him when—

“MMMPppphhh!” The sound of claws hitting flesh could be heard, but Patton felt nothing. He opened his eyes and saw the vampire standing in front of him, silhouetted by the moon, with four razor sharp claws gouging through his stomach. “NO! VIRGIL!” Patton screamed in horror as the boy’s body fell to the ground. Roman rushed over and quickly decapitated the beast, the other one having retreated to its family. Morality was desperately clinging on to Virgil, who was struggling to breathe. Logan came to his side, panic evident but his voice calm. “Patton, vampires heal off of blood. We need to feed him, and fast!” Roman started to volunteer as an apology, but the fairy didn’t give him the chance. He gently pulled the vampire’s head up to his neck, made sure the fangs were lined up, and whispered, “Bite, Virgil. Please. Don’t leave me…” He shuddered as the fangs sank into his neck, drinking weakly at first but getting progressively stronger. The more Virgil drank, the more his wounds healed until they were nothing more but deep cuts. He unlatched from Patton’s neck, who was looking pale from blood loss but still managed to give him a loving smile. “You okay, kiddo?” The dark trait nodded, gasping out a thank you. “N-no, thank you Verge.” Morality started to say, his voice quivering. “For saving me, and for not leaving us behind…” Tears cascaded down the heart’s face as he pulled the anxious trait in close. Roman was silently crying at the scene, guilt and relief splattered across his face. Logan rubbed his head against them, purring. “I’m sorry to interrupt this,” he began, “But I think we should finish our journey home before anything else attacks us.” Everyone vehemently agreed, and Roman led them the rest of the way home, Virgil carrying a very drained Patton the rest of the way.

Upon arriving home, the dark aura lifted off of them and whisked away into the night. Virgil’s fangs came off, Patton’s wings and Roman’s ears returned to being props, and Logan was blissfully back to being human. Everyone was relieved to be back in their normal forms. “Logan?” Patton asked, getting the former cat’s attention. “Yes, Pat?” The heart looked down kind of shy. “It’s only 10 pm- can we all stay up and watch movies together?” The logical side’s face softened as he processed the heart’s request; he was still quite frightened from the attack, and needed them all there as a source of comfort. “Of course we can. Let’s get in pajamas, shall we?” As they split to get in comfy clothes, Patton felt a firm but slightly shaking hand on his shoulder before he entered his room. “Hey Pat?” Virgil’s voice tremored with uncertainty. The father figure turned around to face his love. “Did you really mean what you said, back in the woods?” Patton smiled, gently lifting the dark trait’s face up for a gentle kiss. “Yes, I did Verge.” Virgil seemed to contemplate everything for a moment, before a small smirk crossed his face. “In that case, I think I’ll help you get all this make up off- seeing as you aren’t experienced with removing it.” Patton turned to his room, mid thank you when he felt teeth gently bite his neck, causing him to stiffen and give the softest of moans before he could hold it back. He glanced at Virgil bewildered, who in turn had a very wicked smile on his face. “We better get started Pat,” he said slowly, “It can take a long time to get make up off.”

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