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skeletinmoss · 5 days ago

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He looks so pretty! Now I also know you definitely missed the post this story started from. I like your take on his design!

Blood moon

Chapter one: October 19th

Logan is a man of reason. Facts.

Remus is a man of impulse and lore.

When they encounter lord Roman and his captain Virgil in an ancient graveyard, Logan's life will never be the same

After all my speculations and worries I am happy to report that Remus actually came up with an excellent birthday idea. We will be visiting the old graveyard. Of course since it is Remus, he insists upon going in the middle of the night, but I suppose I can let him have that much considering the many fascinating things I could learn.

I very much look forward to it.

…

It was all Remus’ fault

“What are you doing?” Remus whispered as they crouched in the brook under the bridge where they’d sought refuge.

“Making sure that if they find our corpses, they know that this was your idea. I should never have continued this visit once it was clear that you didn’t get permission to come here,” Logan hissed.

Remus bringing him through an opening in the fencing had been a dead give away. Sadly, being tired and curious had impacted Logan’s critical thinking and he had figured that at worst they would be trespassed.

He was wrong. When Logan had been studying one of the many identical yet unique stones marking victims of the plague they’d heard someone coming. It had been a young man, maybe mid-twenties, who was weaving his way through the headstones. “You don’t belong here,” he’d announced before dropping to all fours, Logan hadn’t stayed any longer than that and started running.

Leaving him now sitting in a brook with soaked pants (from the water, he had not yet lost control of his blader, he retained that much of his dignity) and a pounding heart, certain he was being hunted by someone suffering from clinical lycanthropy and that he might not survive the encounter judging by the growling and howling they heard nearby.

At some point they’d managed to create distance and hide.

“Okay… Not my brightest idea. If we survive this, I’ll buy you dinner for a month,” Remus promised.

“If…” Logan sighed. Suddenly he realized he didn’t hear the howling anymore. He did not think he was lucky enough to have their pursuer lose interest. He didn’t see anything to his left, he slowly turned his head to the right, Remus’ eyes widened in realization and he followed his example.

Logan gasped when he realized that before him he didn’t see a man on all fours. It was a wolf. A big, black wolf that was salivating heavily through his gleaming teeth and glaring at them. They were so dead…

Then they heard a whistle, the wolf looked up and Logan saw something shimmering around his neck, a collar? The wolf whined and another whistle came. Then he looked at Logan and Remus, growled in what almost seemed a warning tone and got back up to the path above.

“I know dear, you are a very good boy,” a bemused, melodious voice chuckled as the wolf whined. Probably upset he didn’t get to tear Logan and Remus to pieces.

“Please, come up. Virgil knows not to harm guests,” the voice assured them. Logan couldn’t think of anything else to do. They weren’t eaten. So they should climb up and meet this man and his very large dog. Maybe it hadn’t been a wolf, maybe Logan had just been scared… When they got up they found a handsome man standing next to the guy they’d seen running at them earlier. That one was probably Virgil then. He was wearing some kind of dog ear headband from the looks of it and a fake wolf tail as well as the collar Logan had noticed. Either this was a kink thing, or this was a strategy to make scared trespassers think they were chased by a wolf in the dark.

If the later it had been very effective. Logan was generally a very composed and rational person. But he had been fully convinced that there’d been a wolf in front of him.

“Nice fit,” Remus grinned, deciding on the kink option, clearly.

The man growled again, he was very good at mimicking canine vocalizations, but stopped when the other man tugged at his collar with a finger. “Now don’t make me get the muzzle dear,” he warned gently. Maybe it was a bit of a kink thing?

“My apologies sir,” Virgil offered, lowering his head, like a dog that had been scolded. The one in charge affectionately ruffled his hair and Logan saw to his astonishment that Virgil’s tail started wagging.

“Now, let’s get our guests some dry clothes and some food, shall we?” the man in charge offered before looking at the two friends and nodding to the bridge.

Logan and Remus turned and saw that in their panicked rush to get away, they’d somehow looped around and rather than heading towards the city, had ended up at the start of the long, winding path to the Pryor mansion.

“I insist you join us for dinner and stay at my home,” the melodious voice of what appeared to be its current owner stated. Logan looked at his host just as a ray of moonlight broke past the clouds, highlighting the pale skin, notably elongated and pointy ears, the red eyes and the gleaming fangs in the charming smile. Meanwhile next to him his canine inclined companion had his hears folded back and his tail was no longer wagging…

What?

#roman sanders #ts roman #bloodmoon au

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skeletinmoss · 6 days ago

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Blood moon

Chapter one: October 19th

Logan is a man of reason. Facts.

Remus is a man of impulse and lore.

When they encounter lord Roman and his captain Virgil in an ancient graveyard, Logan's life will never be the same

I very much look forward to it.

…

It was all Remus’ fault

“What are you doing?” Remus whispered as they crouched in the brook under the bridge where they’d sought refuge.

At some point they’d managed to create distance and hide.

“Okay… Not my brightest idea. If we survive this, I’ll buy you dinner for a month,” Remus promised.

“I know dear, you are a very good boy,” a bemused, melodious voice chuckled as the wolf whined. Probably upset he didn’t get to tear Logan and Remus to pieces.

If the later it had been very effective. Logan was generally a very composed and rational person. But he had been fully convinced that there’d been a wolf in front of him.

“Nice fit,” Remus grinned, deciding on the kink option, clearly.

“Now, let’s get our guests some dry clothes and some food, shall we?” the man in charge offered before looking at the two friends and nodding to the bridge.

What?

#sanders sides #bloodmoon au #ts logan #logan sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #ts roman #prinxiety

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skeletinmoss · 6 days ago

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Here's a Sander Sides poem I came up with. Do with it as you will.

Indigo for nature, orange for blight, Green for darkness, and red for light. Purple for a promise, yellow for pain, And sky for a belief to sustain.

I felt so inspired I made all of them in one day. Fey au?

They turn out so pretty and I love them, and I want to make something else with them!

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skeletinmoss · 13 days ago

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Storm dove

Chapter 35: The little things

First chapter | Previous

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #ts roman #prinxiety #storm dove au

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skeletinmoss · 16 days ago

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Have a little funny

#sanders sides #ts janus #janus sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #dukeceit

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skeletinmoss · 18 days ago

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Dark side dungeon au

Part 58

First | Previous

@lovelivingmydreams @meowthefluffy @min-violet @craz-ewaters @hyperfixated-homo @smartsloe @rube-too-many-fandoms @wh3nturtlesfly @fanficcrakkith @doteddestroyer @swordliliesareawesome

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #ts janus #janus sanders #dark side dungeon au

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skeletinmoss · 19 days ago

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Drawing for @anime-fan-127 Thanks again for participating in the contest! It's been a pleasure drawing them all for you. The Masquerade together in their pre-teamup outfits.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #ts roman #prinxiety #masquerade #raven poetry au #raven multiverse

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skeletinmoss · 20 days ago

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The Curce Of The Dark Phoenix

Chapter 30: The new age of magic

First chapter | Previous | the End!

"Stop fidgeting," Virgil chuckled as he adjusted Roman's robes.

"I'm still not sure about this. We did it all on accident," Roman pointed out.

"Yes, but it was possible thanks to the choices you made. And this isn't just about you. The people lost a hero. They need new ones to fill that void, or they will feel lost," Virgil explained calmly as he finished the last touches.

"And no, me and the others don't count. You three are something they can rally behind. We are the best of the past. You are the path to the future," he insisted.

"... you are nervous as well. Why?" Roman wondered.

"Well, this is going to be the first function we'll attend together," Virgil admitted.

"The jubilee last week doesn't count?" Roman wondered.

"That was a party," Virgil corrected. "There was no protocol involved in that. This... you haven't really seen me in action as a council member," he admitted.

"And you think that this is the thing that will make me go running for the hills?" Roman noted skeptically.

Virgil thought about that and chuckled. "Good point. I will concede," he allowed.

"Have you thought about what you want to do with the rest of forever?" Virgil wondered. They hadn't really talked about much farther ahead than tomorrow since Roman ascended. But Roman had thought about it.

"Well, first, I want to finish catching up on my studies. Then, maybe after, I wanted to do some traveling and specialize myself, and help Lady and Buddy grow as much as I can manage. I also wanted to collect some untold stories in a book. Fulfill that other childhood dream. I was offered an apartment in the city, and I was thinking of putting in a few doors. One to my parents' place, one to my grandparents' and..." Roman blushed and looked away.

"One to your place, if you don't mind?" he asked a bit nervous.

"Of course. If I had it my way, I'd have you move in with me, but we'll take it at your pace," Virgil promised, with a kiss to Roman's shoulder, flustering him into silence.

Virgil chuckled, amused. Roman huffed a bit miffed.

"Let's go get you knighted," he suggested as he pulled Roman along.

He brought him to a side room of the throne room where Patton and Logan were already waiting.

"I'll see you soon," Virgil bid, stealing a quick kiss before leaving to join the rest of the reinstated council.

"To think that a month ago, we were still mages," Logan mused.

"My head spins every time I think about it!" Patton agreed. "And now we'll get knighted!" he added, still in disbelief.

"Guys... we did it," Roman said. "Everything we joined the academy for. We became powerful mages, and we wrote history. We did it," he explained.

"Wow... we kept all the promises," Patton giggled.

"Well, almost. Our first promise is now never ending," Logan pointed out.

"I don't mind that," Roman smiled warmly. They shared a moment of silent appreciation for one another. Then they heard the trumpets.

"Well," Roman breathed. "That's our cue. Our first step into forever."

???? Years later.

"And that is the story. Thank you all for your attention, and thank you, Professor Logan, for loaning me your class today. I have time for a few more questions before I have to bid you goodbye," Roman concluded.

A few hands went up.

"Yes?" Roman asked, indicating the young apprentice in the front row with periwinkle robes

"Is it true that you and Professor Virgil got married in a forest under an eclipse?" She asked. Roman heard Logan sighed behind him.

"That's not relevant to the story, I'm afraid," Roman chuckled, amused. "Anyone with a question relevant to the story of the start of the renewal age?" he asked.

A couple of hands went down.

"Yes," Roman said, indicating someone new.

"Did being in a bottle hurt or make them different?" They asked.

"Everyone was different. For some, it was as if they'd simply woken up from a long rest others struggled a bit with getting a grip on magic at the start, but eventually, everyone went back to normal. Yes?"

"How does getting cursed happen?"

Roman pursed his lips as he thought on that.

"Magic is a living thing. And, when we use it in certain ways, it will lash out to try and protect itself. That is why combat spells are to shield or restrain, but never to harm. Noctora used his magic to take souls violently so often that his magic was at war with itself, maintaining a cohesive form but also attacking itself to keep it from doing bad magic again," he explained as best he could.

“So you can hurt your magic’s feelings?” the child realized.

“That is a good way to put it,” Roman nodded.

“Why did you say that you and Professor Virgil pitied that guy?” the boy sitting next to her asked. “He brought it all onto himself. And he hurt, so many people,” he insisted. Roman had noticed that the boy had been very attentive during the story. And he’d been a teacher for long enough now to see the little signs. This young man was ambitious, and curious, and creative, and determined, and awkward. And he seemed smart enough to recognize something of himself in what Roman shared about Noctura.

“That is the point of the story, actually. So I am very glad you asked.

Professor Logan will tell you stories about many people from the past. And it is important for you to know that these are not just names and places and dates.

These were real people who lived real and full lives.

Noctura didn’t sit in his classes with plans to do all those things. He was a child like you all.

And so were Remus, and Janus and Virgil. Even though they were legends of old even at the time I met them, they once were just three friends who messed around.

And while you might hear great feats about me and Professor Logan, we were once two kids sitting under a tree with our friend promising to remain friends forever.

Each one of us could have gone down a worse path.

And Noctora had just as much of a chance to go down a better path, or perhaps maybe even worse. It depends on choices made by ourselves, but also others. In the end Noctura carries the responsibility of his own actions. But now we have the responsibility to look at our fellow men, and wonder who might need a friendly ear. Or some support. Which grand declarations actually hide insecurities and loneliness.

We can’t change the past, but we implore you to learn from it.

Always wonder. Who am I learning about? A legendary hero? A dastardly villain? Or someone’s son? A friend? Someone who was afraid? Lonely?

Try to make good choices. Not just for yourself, but for your fellow men,” Roman explained. The boy nodded along, deep in thought.

“And with the little time left. I will say. Remus and Patton had the eclipse wedding in the mountains. Me and Virgil married on a ship under a starlit sky,” he offered the girl who’d asked the first question.

She blushed and ducked her head embarrassedly.

And then the bell rang and Roman’s heart leapt. “I’ll see you at the party Logan!” he bid quickly before turning into a phoenix and rushing out the door and passing through a few hallways to the larger lecture halls where the mages and great mages studied.

He was just in time to catch the last student bidding his professor goodbye and in a blaze he landed and casually walked into the aula. Virgil was gathering papers and chuckled as he looked up and saw who had come to meet him. “Hey,” Virgil greeted.

“Hey yourself,” Roman hummed before kissing his husband. Then his earring buzzed.

He pulled away and answered. “Yes, I’m listening?” he sighed.

“Papa. Mackenzie won’t listen,” Lady announced.

“You snitch!” a girl’s voice gasped on the other line.

“Mackenzie,” Roman stated firmly.

“Papa! I wasn’t doing anything!!!”

“She was trying to get into the potions lab,” Lady corrected.

“What’s wrong?” Virgil asked.

“Our daughter wants to specialize in potions this time around it seems,” Roman sighed. “She’ll give me grey hairs I swear,” he added.

“We know the drill,” Virgil offered gently.

“Mackenzie if you want to practice potions that’s alright, but not without supervision. We don’t ask much, but we do ask that,” Roman insisted.

There was a harrumph on the other line. “Mackenzie. I appreciate that you are in your preteens and you hate going through this, again, but you are not skipping any steps. We tried that before, it doesn’t work like that. And it’s not fair to take your frustration out on Lady, Buddy, me, your dad, or Callum,” Roman listed.

“I wanna be an adult,” she sighed.

“I know sweetheart. But, you’ll be going to the academy next year, and you always enjoy meeting new friends. It’s going to be okay. But about the lab. You know that going to the dance is out of the question now don’t you?” They already weren’t entirely sure about bringing Mackenzie along and this just showed that she wasn’t mature enough yet.

“Yeah,” she huffed annoyed. “We’ll see if Callum would like to hang out with you, he doesn’t like the royal balls anyway,” Roman offered.

“Hmm, okay. Love you!” Mackenzie allowed.

“Love you too, we are on our way home to change. There better not be a mess,” he added. And then the line went silent.

“I love our girl, but going through this phase is my least favorite,” Virgil admitted.

“We knew that getting kids would be a lifelong commitment,” Roman pointed out.

“I know,” Virgil nodded as they headed home.

Born to two Phoenix high mages, their son and daughter had certain unique qualities.

Obviously both were extremely gifted with magic from the start. That had been a fun challenge.

Callum, their son and their first born was very different from his sister.

When he was little he was reckless and brazen. His reincarnation was more like Roman and Virgil’s. If he got injured he could just, burn himself better. He had perfect control over it and could activate it for as little as a scraped knee.

His recklessness more or less came to an end when his four year old baby sister tried to imitate him when he was nine and jumped from way too high. Between Roman and Virgil getting scared half to death seeing their little girl fall like that, and the fact that she was back to being a toddler of two after she burned, scared their son straight. It had been a bit tricky to explain Mackenzie’s apparent regression to Roman’s parents when they visited them a week later.

Mackenzie retained some measure of memory from her previous run throughs. Usually triggered by keepsakes or similar situations occurring. Mackenzie grew old and died of old age, only to return to a much younger stage of life.

This time around she’d started at seven. When she saw people she’d known before she knew who they were but in the way that seven year old her knew them. When she went to familiar places she also knew her way around and even some significant events that took place there. But she wasn’t an adult trapped in a child’s body. She was a child knowing she had been an adult before. It was a bit like Remy and Emile. They had to be raised again from scratch and eventually remembered all their past lives.

Mackenzie’s transition was just a bit more… nuanced.

On occasion she complained, but she also didn’t try to change it by ascending fully and getting complete control of her transformations. Roman figured that, despite her complaints. She liked being a child again every so often. And she liked reinventing herself every time.

Callum had recently returned with Buddy from a trip across the border to do research on an active volcano. Just because he had matured and become more responsible, didn’t mean that his curiosity and thrill-seeking nature had completely vanished. Virgil blamed Roman’s contribution for that.

He simply was more mindful about what risks he took and the consequences it might have.

And Buddy was more than happy being his little brother’s bodyguard. Roman still occasionally thought of new things to do for his first two children. And they no longer were the only homunculi in the world. Though the other’s were more lady sized and assisted their creators in research and exploration. They were beloved companions for the travelers and guardians of the more studious creators.

Creating one was strictly regulated though, to protect the little darlings wellbeing.

You had to register their existence, arrange for a guardian should you be unable to care for them for any amount of time and such.

“We’re home!” Virgil announced as they entered the magic door to their house.

“Welcome back!” Lady said, zipping over with her little zipline. She landed on Roman’s shoulder with practiced ease. “Mackenzie is trying to sing to the garden to make up for trying to break into the potions lab,” she stated.

Roman sighed and put Lady on Virgil’s shoulder. “I’ll go have a chat with her,” he stated.

“Don’t be too long, we are not the guests of honor, but we are expected to be on time,” Virgil warned.

“And you are going to spend an hour on my hair, I know,” Roman teased fondly with a kiss to Virgil’s lips.

“You know you love it, song of the earth,” Virgil chided.

Roman chuckled and flicked his husband’s nose before heading to the garden. There he found their young daughter singing to the plants. It was a spell Roman had developed that could encourage plant growth, do some basic healing and even gave children in risky pregnancies a better chance at making it through.

Roman joined in and Mackenzie only faltered for a moment before continuing the song as a duet. When they were done, the garden looked better than ever.

“Want to tell me what you so desperately needed the potions lab for?” Roman asked.

“Growing up potion,” Mackenzie admitted dejected. Oh.

“We don’t have growing up potion though darling. No one does,” Roman pointed out.

“Second breath didn’t exist when you and papa met either,” she pointed out. “And you always say that I can do anything if I really put my mind to it. So I could’ve figured it out. If I listened really carefully to the magic,” she insisted.

Okay, he’d found himself in a very precarious position. He had to chose his words carefully.

“I do say that. But your papa and I also always tell you that magic takes time. Uncle Patton didn’t come up with second breath on a hunch. He had a full education behind him, two meditations focused on just that idea and a lot of studying of phoenix feather properties.

A growing up potion would need time and refinement or you could end up an old woman on accident. Or a twelve year old in a middle aged body.

No matter how talented and determined you are,” he said gently, holding her face in his hands adoringly. She reminded him so much of his mother sometimes. Though Virgil insisted she looked a lot like his mother too. “It would have taken more than just the two hours we have before we have to leave for the party. I’m sorry darling. By the next jubilee you are old enough to come along. And who knows? Maybe by the one after, you’ll have ascended if that is what you choose,” he explained.

Mackenzie clearly was still not too happy about it, but she seemed to accept that he was right.

“I’m sorry for trying to go behind your backs. I know I could have asked… I don’t know why I didn’t,” she admitted.

“Part of growing up,” Roman shrugged as he kissed the top of her head. “I love you,” he promised.

“Love you too,” Mackenzie agreed.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Roman looked up and beamed as he saw the new arrival.

“Callum!” he called out as he rushed to his son and hugged him tight. “Three months. He doesn’t call he doesn’t write, is back in the city for four days and finally decides to pay his fathers a visit,” he chided playfully.

“I couldn’t call dad, you know messaging spells don’t work across the borders, and you guys don’t have a real address to deliver to and anything headed for the palace is at risk of getting ‘lost’,” Callum argued warmly.

“Brother safe with Buddy.” Roman looked up at the homunculus. “Didn’t doubt it for a second Buddy. You did great,” he assured him.

“He was a great help. Thanks again for letting him come along,” Callum offered as he laid a hand on Buddy’s side.

“Well, as long as he wants to go he’s always allowed. I’d never deny him bonding time with his brother. Is that why you always are so hesitant about asking?” Roman asked.

"Hey Kenzie," Callum greeted as his sister butted in to hug him before looking up at his father to answer a bit sheepishly.

"Well, you know I can have a tendency to take risks. And you are very particular about asking Buddy or Lady to do something potentially dangerous..." Callum confessed.

Roman nodded, understanding the logic. It had one flaw though. "I trust you with your sister. Why wouldn't I trust you to be responsible with Buddy?" he pointed out.

Callus considered that and chuckled. “Fair enough,” he admitted.

"Speaking off, do you mind watching your sister while we are at the jubilee ball?" Roman asked.

Callum nodded. "Sure," he agreed.

"Well, come on then. I'm sure your dad will love to hear about your adventures while we get ready," Roman stated as he guided his son and daughter inside. Buddy had his own room with a window that let him look into the house wherever they were. With the exception of the bedrooms and bathroom for obvious reasons.

"Callum! Perfect timing," Virgil greeted warmly as he hugged his son tight, ruffled his daughter's hair and kissed his husband while handing him his robes for tonight.

"You look great dad,” Callum smiled. “Is that stardust on your robes?” he noted. Stardust was their affectionate nickname for moon crystal shavings.

Saying the name though, roused their beloved dog from his nap and he was instantly all over Callum.

Stardust had been elated to have a child in the home. To have the pack expand.

“It is,” Virgil laughed as he showed off his elegant silky tunic overlayed with a seethrough blouse that gave off the impression of wings, both inlaid with the aforementioned stardust that gave the deep purple and blue swirling fabric a clear resemblance to a galaxy.

“Now, you, go get changed so I can fix your hair,” he insisted as he shoed his husband to the changing room.

Roman chuckled and headed through the door to get dressed. Virgil took great delight in showing Roman off whenever he had the chance. Years of being married and dressing him for any occasion had not changed that.

Today’s masterpiece was composed of red pants, a red waist corset and a white shirt that ran to a point at a golden neckband on the front and the back, with a red jewel resting at his throat. There were matching bands on his shoulders elbows and wrists that were connected with triangles of fabric leaving most of his shoulders and arms bare. From the back of the corset flowed layers of red tule feathers. He’d done it again, another masterpiece.

While getting dressed he heard his daughter insist her big brother tell them about his travels.

She finally got her way by the time he emerged.

“Gorgeous,” Virgil whispered as he sat Roman on a chair and started undoing his bun and taking out the silver spiderwebs he’d woven into it that morning.

“Go on Callum, we all want to know what exciting adventures we missed,” Roman encouraged.

Callum had inherited Virgil’s eye for craftmanship, and Roman’s talent for storytelling. Though, like his other dad, it wasn’t easy for him to fully open up around strangers. Meaning that unlike Roman, Callum had yet to share this talent with the wider world.

Virgil loved hearing his boys tell stories. He even let Roman tell the children the stories of his past, finding them so much more enjoyable when told through his husband’s words.

Roman sat back and closed his eyes as Virgil’s fingers worked through his hair.

“Sure, so, I met up with my local guide, it took about… Two days before he figured that I’m not your average High Mage, or enlightened as they call it, though I still prefer the term devoted, anyway… He didn’t know how I was different though and since he didn’t have much experience with mages our side of the border he chalked it up to a difference in culture,” he explained.

It was rare for high mages to create a child together, let alone two. The process was difficult, delicate and taxing on both the parents. Not to mention that raising an inherently magic child was a headache of a whole different level. As such, Callum and Mackenzie were the only two mage born currently in existence. For their protection and privacy, they weren’t supposed to go around and tell people that their dads were both high mages when they were born.

In the local magic community it was known of course, but their dads’ reputation was enough to keep anyone’s curiosity from crossing any boundaries.

Callum continued to talk about the new species he’d discovered the amazing sights he’d seen, and he mentioned his guide, Fredrick, a lot.

Roman and Virgil both felt like there was an official introduction in the works.

“Do you like him?” Mackenzie wondered. Clearly she had yet to remember her tact.

“I… Of course, we became close friends,” Callum insisted embarrassedly, making his sister giggle.

“Mackenzie,” Virgil warned as he wove something into Roman’s hair and secured a braid.

“Sorry dad,” their daughter allowed.

“There, you are all done,” Virgil announced proudly. Roman opened his eyes and looked at the mirror Virgil held before him. It was a gorgeous updo with gold tipped red feathers worked in.

“Are those mine?” he noted.

“Caught me,” Virgil chuckled as he put the mirror away.

“We should get going,” he concluded.

Roman nodded and got up. “You two behave. Lady and Buddy will contact us if you make a mess and we don’t want to have to come back here in the middle of a speech,” Roman warned.

“Yes papa,” the duo chorused.

“And have fun,” Virgil added.

“Yes dad. You too,” their children chuckled.

They gave the both of them a kiss goodbye on their cheeks before heading back into the palace.

“Councilman Virgil Nightflame, Guardian of the stars and his husband royal magical physician Roman Songbird, guiding light of the new dawn!” the herald announced as they made their way in.

“I can’t believe how time flies,” Roman sighed in between greeting guests.

“It’s like yesterday when those two first met in class,” he mused.

“I’ll never forget the look on young master Flores’ face when he realized that the cute guy sitting next to him all day who he’d been teasing and flirting with was the deaged king when Caliope came to fetch him from class,” Virgil chuckled.

“They were so cute in those early days,” Roman smiled fondly.

“They still are at times. The dragon king and his Pegasus husband. It’s such a blessing to be able to go on flights with your spouse,” Virgil mused fondly.

“I agree,” Roman chuckled.

They'd gone on countless flights together over the years. Finding new exciting spots to land and spend their evening every time. It had been a while. Considering they had a young girl at home who needed them to be able to return at a moment's notice.

They didn't mind too much. Though they both were a little excited about MacKenzie deciding to have the full school experience again, including staying at the academy.

So, with the start of the next semester, they'd have an empty nest.

Or almost empty. There was Buddy and Lady and Stardust, of course.

"Lord Roman, lord Virgil. You both look breathtaking. Are you never worried about upstaging the guests of honor?" High Mage Igmar, one of Roman's classmates, wondered teasingly as he approached them.

"Considering I dressed both for the occasion, there is no need," Virgil stated.

"Of course," Imar agreed with a chuckle.

"We really should catch up sometime," he mused.

"We should. Right now, though, I think I see our friends. We should greet them," Virgil insisted with a bow of his head.

"It was wonderful seeing you. You look great," Roman offered as he was led away.

"Not a word," Virgil insisted as he noted his husband's amusement. Roman just smirked fondly. Virgil was adorable when he was jealous. It turned out that Roman did turn quite a few heads without meaning to. And being in love had only made him more appealing, it seemed.

"Took you long enough," Janus chided as they reached their friend group.

"We were greeting the council, Janus. It's polite," Virgil insisted.

"You're both here. That's what matters. And you look so handsome! Isn't Callum with you?" Patton wondered, leaning into Remus' embrace. The wild man actually wore a shirt for the occasion. A feat only Patton could accomplish.

"He's having some bonding time with his sister," Virgil informed him.

"He never had a taste for big crowds or formalities," Logan pointed out, accepting a drink from Janus.

Just then, the herald announced the arrival of King Thomad and King Consort Nico.

The room bowed as one.

Thomas was wearing a golden shirt composed of countless scales paired with black pants and a one shoulder red cape. His husband was wearing black pants, a white shirt, and a two shouldered cape composed of feathers giving the illusion of wings.

"Wonderful work as always," Roman muttered into his husband's ear. Virgil couldn't hide his pride.

"Rise," Thomas instructed kindly.

"There will be time for speeches and food later. But first. We wish to open the evening, with a dance. Shall we?" The king asked his spouse who smiled and took his beloveds hand. The music started. Roman knew this dance.

"Star council? May I have the honor?" he asked as he offered his husband his hand.

Virgil smiled and accepted graciously. "Always voice of the acolyte," he agreed.

Roman led his husband onto the dance floor and led them in a dance around the king and his husband like the earth around the sun. The other councilmembers and their partners would join them. But Roman didn't notice. Nothing else seemed to exist when he held Virgil, and they got lost in each other's love.

A love that was, like them, immortal.

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skeletinmoss · 22 days ago

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Adorable!

Happy birthday to our Prince Roman with his cat nox the I totally got the name from @lovelivingmydreams and @skeletinmoss 's stories

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skeletinmoss · 24 days ago

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Ruffled feathers

Chapter 4: A new neighbor

Ships: Prinxiety, Logicality, Dukeciet, Remile

Patton and Virgil are brothers in this one

Thanks @lovelivingmydreams for being my beta

First chapter | Previous

It was a relatively slow month from Patton's perspective.

Emile gave him a bitter nail polish and it was actually stopping him from biting his claws as much. He also received a treat from his new fawn friend whenever he reported that he stopped himself, but now with nail polish it seemed a little too easy to be earned.

Doc caught on pretty quickly and just started to stop by for tea and treats when he felt like it.

Virgil also joined on the tea parties from time to time. He didn't admit it, but he was a fan of brownie cookies. So him joining perfectly correlated with the presence of said sweets at the table.

Pat was more interested in a new thing going on between his brother and Roman. They seemed to get along better now.

They had a game. Virgil would pretend to steal more kitchen utensils and Roman would buy them out with something shiny. His secret nest was so full of goods that it soon will be pretty easy to find.

Also with both of the birds speaking human everyone could hear the sass and snark that the black avian was.

Well almost everyone…

Janus and Logan still hadn't come back. They were still on the mission.

Patton missed Logan. They had something that he couldn't quite put into words.

Logan was very smart. He knew how the stars were made and he knew how the rainbows formed. One time, before his departure, they talked about flight, and he knew everything as if he could fly himself. Patton sometimes forgot that he wasn't an avian.

Of course he used many words Patton couldn't understand. But just hearing him talk was interesting. The passion in his voice, the spark of child-like wonder in his eyes, the way he couldn't quite control his hands while excited to teach the older avian a new topic…

Patton missed talking to Logan.

Maybe that was the main reason why he became so nervous when Emile got a call from him.

« Hello?» Emile answered, and unfortunately avian could only hear one side of the conversation. « No, it's out of order at the moment… Yes. How far away are you?... Well I'm afraid we'll need more time than that. We can use the avian's bathroom. It'll take less time to prepare… Oh I'm sure they won't mind when we explain the reason… Yes… I'll make sure everything is prepared for your arrival. Drive safely» he finished the call and stood up from the portable table they set up for the tea party.

« I'm afraid we will have to finish early today. You're going to have a neighbor and we have to prepare a very cold bath for him,» Doc explained while calling someone else and going towards the bathroom. He checked the temperature of the water and set it to the negative. « Roman? Yes, hello. We need a lot of ice in avian's bathroom. We have a selkie arriving. Is Remus next to you?... I'll call him next then,» he said, coming out of the bathroom.

He gestured for the avians to follow him simultaneously calling the second twin. « Hello Remus. We need the pool enclosure set up to northern standards. Bring a lot of ice. We're setting up a temporary enclosure in the bathroom, so take as much time as you need,» he instructed.

Finally he faced the avians, « Help Roman with ice and I'll take care of other stuff.»

The hour flew by fast. Both avians hissed from the cold after carrying that much ice, their hands were not used to cold temperatures. And finally their curiosity was about to get satisfied.

Logan and Janus swiftly jumped out of the van and carried the new someone into the bathroom. It was a selkie, just as Emile mentioned. Instead of legs he had a seal's tail littered in spots and circular patterns, upper half of his body was covered in the same patterns. And the hoodie he was wearing looked like he made it out of his own skin.

Selkies as the old off breeds of mermaids were a rarity in the wild. Because of the difference between their tail and their upper body they were not entirely suitable for their own habitat. Their upper body, a part passes to them from the warm water mermaids, requiered clothes to stay warm witch were hard to make in the underwater polar environment. Most selkies left in the world were more used to the cold then their predecessors, but still experienced trouble with temperature regulation. Overheating or freezing the selkie was very easy, and the selkie in front of them was definitely suffering from a heat stroke.

Avians were curiously peeping from behind the door not daring to interrupt the professionals. Emile was busy coming up with recovery plans and needed medicine. Other team members fetched all needed materials and were constantly in and out of the room.

« So we have to fix his overheating problem first. Then we can talk about malnourishment. He's so skinny! We need fat on those bones yesterday,» Emile instructed, mostly towards his coworkers because the selkie didn't seem interested in the conversation whatsoever. From time to time Doc would have to stick his hand into the ice cold water to retrieve the guy who was slowly trying to sink all the way to the bottom, from which Emile's hands started to look rather red.

Soon the diagnostic and temporary enclosure were completed and the patient was allowed to sulk back to the bottom. Emile thanked Roman, Logan and Janus for their good work and send them to rest. As soon as Logan left the bathroom Patton hopped on his shoulder.

« Greetings, Patton. It's been a while,» the technician nodded.

« Hey-ah, Logie. I was worried you two got in some trouble,» Patton confessed with a hopeful look in his eyes.

« That we did,» Logan surprised him, « We actually had a lot of difficulties with this mission. We couldn't approach this situation like we did with your rescue, the event was too big so we risked being overpowered and caught without rescuing anyone. Our cover was almost blown on the first day, and we had to play the long game to build our 'reputation' and image. Then we had trouble actually buying the selkie. I already told you how we don't give money to those people, so every time we're undercover we need to pretend to buy the creature but instead we steal them at the most convenient moment. But because we needed the water for the selkie, and we didn't know we would be rescuing a water creature so we didn't think to take an aquarium with us, which was very stupid of us,» he admitted. «We couldn't just grab him and run. And getting an aquarium on the spot without raising suspicion of not being as rich as we were pretending to be was quite a challenge,» Logan ranted.

« And after all this trouble we almost lost him, because they don't let people in the room with their purchase without paying first!» he exclaimed swinging his hands to the side, making the avian jump and reajuste himself on the shoulder.

« Wow. That must have been really stressful. How did you get out of this one?» the bird wondered.

The technician gestured for him to lean closer, « You didn't hear this from me, but Janus knows how to make fake checks.»

« Those super detailed paper things?» Pat specified. Getting a nod from Logan he let out an impressed whistle. « He's so talented!»

While the older avian was having a long awaited conversation with his friend Emile was busy warming up with a cup of tea and freshening up his oceanic vocabulary. Out of all of the languages he knew this one was his weakest by far. Northern dialect was hard to learn with the lack of native speakers willing to go on contact with a stranger. He had a few sources that taught this language, but without speaking with a native Emile's pronunciation was pretty atrocious.

After recovering from a frost bite he decided to visit the patient again. He brought frozen fish with him. It would solve both a problem with overheating and malnourishment.

A selkie seemed to be back to the surface. But instead of cautiously taking in the new environment he looked more like he owned the place.

« Please eat this fish,» Emile pleaded in his broken oceanic.

The creature looked at him skepticaly, then at the fish, and then begrudgingly held up his hand to receive the plate and started eating.

« You pronounce it wrong. You say fish with 'ur' not 'ra' sound,» selkie scolded him.

« I'm sorry. I don't have a person to teach me,» fawn admitted.

« That sentence is just completely inside out,» selkie huffed and then proceeded saying the sentence correctly. He then started making demands only a couple of which Emile could actually understand. More food and it shouldn't be fish.

« Is the temperature ok?» doctor asked instead. Making sure the climate was right was most important now.

« It's fine,» the selkie begrudgingly admitted. « You're cute, so I can forgive the lack in service.»

This patient might be his greatest challenge yet, Emile could feel it.

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