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fruitcoops · 3 years

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LOOPS RAILING CAP IN THE SHOWER - cause we all know he deserves it after a game

Not exactly after a game, but still some fun and frisky locker room shower times. Coops (and James) credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, being sort-of walked in on (only after everything is said and done), cramping muscles

“Hurry up,” Sirius hissed as he teetered on one foot and accidentally dipped the toe of his sock into the water pooling beneath him.

“I’m trying!” Remus whispered back, still elbows-deep in his duffel bag. His face lit up and he rocked back on his heels with a small container.

“Absolutely not,” Sirius said immediately.

“It’s all I have!”

“Mon dieu,” he muttered, yanking his other sock off and kneeling by his own bag. “There is no universe in which that bullshit is going up my ass.”

“It’s Vaseline, baby, not battery acid.”

Sirius turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “It’s sticky, it’s slimy, and it’s cold as shit. You hate it, too!”

“Fair point.”

With a quiet, triumphant ‘ha!’, Sirius emerged with a small tube of clear aloe gel. “Who’s the Boy Scout now, sweetheart?”

“You’re the Boy Scout,” Remus grumbled, wincing as he stood and his knees crackled. “Alright, scoot, we don’t have a ton of time.”

“Oh, baby, talk dirty to me,” Sirius deadpanned.

Remus made a face to hide his smile. “Shut up, you.”

He peeked around the edge of the shower stall once more before backing up against the wall, then stifled a shout at the cold tile between his shoulder blades. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“We do have a perfectly good shower at home.” Despite his words, Sirius could see the gleam of excitement in Remus’ eye as he was beckoned forward. The idea of maybe possibly maybe getting caught was a bit embarrassing if he thought about it too long, but it still sent a thrill through every nerve. That may have just been the feeling of Remus’ warmth on his front mixing with the chill on his back, though.

“Do you—” Sirius cut himself off with one more heated kiss, sliding a hand down Remus’ neck and laughing slightly at the squeak of his wet skin. “I wanna see you. Can you hold me up?”

Remus hummed, then pulled back with a thoughtful look. “Not before stretching. Sorry.”

“Pas de problem, mon coeur.” Sirius uncapped the aloe and handed it to Remus, using the side wall of the stall as a brace to hold himself up. He prayed his own tired muscles would do the job and not send them both tumbling to the floor in a heap of horniness.

“Here, let me…” Remus bit his lower lip and looped an arm under Sirius’ knee, lifting his leg around his waist. “Will that cramp?”

“Nah.”

He looked skeptical, but didn’t protest as he slicked his fingers and ran them down Sirius’ cleft. The water had finally started warming up to a more comfortable temperature; Sirius closed his eyes with a sigh and soaked in the feeling, letting the familiar tingles wash over him while Remus dragged his teeth along the side of his neck and the pad of his first finger slid in.

“You have magic fingers,” he murmured, gasping when cold air hit his pulse point. Whoever created aloe gel, I owe you a fruit basket.

He could feel Remus’ smile as his hitched-up thigh started trembling. “Merci.”

A door slammed down the hall and they both jerked in surprise—the digit rubbing gently around his outer muscle slipped very deep inside on very short notice and Sirius’ yelp was quickly muffled by Remus’ palm. “Fucking Christ,” he wheezed, torn between moaning in contentment and shrieking like a little girl at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry, sorry, it was an accident.” Remus kissed his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“All good.”

“Will this be enough?"

“Considering we have—” Sirius did some awkward gymnastics to spot the wall clock. “—shit, just under an hour until the guys should start showing up, it’ll have to be.”

Remus chewed on the inside of his lip and glanced at the aloe. “I don’t know…”

“Hey.” Sirius cupped his face and kissed him. “This isn’t my first horse show.”

“Rodeo.”

“Same thing.” Remus’ lips twitched upwards and warmth spread all the way down to his toes, not just from the showerhead still spraying them like a firehose. “Besides, God knows you stretched me well enough last night.”

His concern turned to smugness and he crooked his finger slightly. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Bastard.”

The playful insult came out a little breathy as Sirius leaned his head back against the wall, losing himself to Remus’ practiced movements and damp, smooth skin touching him everywhere, everywhere, everywhere. Something blunt and quite a bit slicker nudged his entrance after a moment—after a slow exhale on Remus’ part and a whine from Sirius, he was in to the hilt with all ten fingers gripping Sirius’ hips.

“Oh, fuck.” Sirius was rather winded for reasons he couldn’t spare the braincells to name, and Remus laughed under his breath as he began to move. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shh.”

“I can’t.”

“I know you can.”

“I don’t want to,” Sirius corrected, rocking his hips to match Remus’ thrusts. His fingers began to get sore from holding the stall so tight, but heat was building in his gut and he was hard enough to almost hurt in the best way. “God, there.”

“Not god, just me.”

He flicked his arm with a teasing grin. “Smartass. This is exciting.”

“Uh-huh.” Remus caught him by the thigh as his other knee buckled after a particularly nice angle. “Can’t hold you, can’t hold you, baby—”

“Got it,” Sirius managed, propping himself up again. A clunky door echoed in a faraway corridor and he heard Remus’ breath catch. “Keep going.”

“Someone’s gonna hear.”

“So?” He quirked an eyebrow and wrapped his free arm around Remus’ upper chest, drawing him even closer for a kiss that was more tongue than lips. “That’s the whole point, right?”

“The point—” Remus punctuated his words with a harder thrust that left Sirius’ scrabbling for grip on the wet tiles with a shaky sound. “—is that we could get caught. We could get caught, and then everyone would see how whiny, and needy, and lovely you are while you’re begging for me.”

“Oh my god,” Sirius practically whimpered. He swallowed hard and wrapped his leg tighter around Remus’ waist.

The water was starting to lose some of its heat, but he was dizzy with lust, and pure pleasure dripped like wildfire through his veins. “Actually, I think they already know,” Remus murmured into the hollow of his throat, leaving a light bite there. “Our friends don’t need to find us fucking in the showers, do they? They just need to take one look at you and they’ll know that as soon as I get you between the sheets, you’re a wreck.”

Sirius’ eyes fluttered shut; he couldn’t seem to close his mouth anymore, nor could he muffle the short, guttural sounds slipping out with every quick movement. His left leg was completely numb; it was a miracle it hadn’t given out yet.

“But no,” Remus continued, hoisting him back up into the proper place with a huff. “No, we just have to be that couple that sneaks into the locker room an hour before call time because we just love to tempt fate.”

“This was—your idea—too,” Sirius panted.

“Yeah, because I can’t keep my hands off you.”

He melted into Remus’ palms as they ran along his ribs and back, then down to his ass to give it a firm squeeze. “Close?” he asked, half-slurred.

“Not as close as you.”

His free leg tried to buckle again as Remus stroked along his shaft, but he forced it to stay steady and settled for gritting his teeth around a loud moan that would surely give them away. Remus smiled and upped the pace, but kept his hips moving at the exact same speed. The contrast made Sirius’ head spin. “Please, please, please, please—”

Teeth sank into the junction of his shoulder and all the air fled his lungs. “What else do you want, baby?”

“I don’t know.” It came out far needier than he intended, but who cared? Stars were already popping at the corners of his vision, and he couldn’t even feel the lukewarm water very much anymore.

“Come.”

“I c—”

“Now.”

Sirius took one shallow breath, two, and then shuddered apart, leaning all his weight into the tiles while Remus pulled out and came on his inner thigh. Through his hazy vision, he saw they still had about forty minutes until any of the others would show up. “Love you. Oh, fuck yeah,” he sighed.

Remus made a questioning noise against his collarbone; Sirius felt his heartbeat pounding under his hand.

“We’ve got time to spare.”

“Thank god,” Remus said with a breathless laugh. “I don’t actually want anyone to catch us.”

“Sounds like a nightmare,” Sirius agreed. “I think I’d rather—”

“Sup, Mad-Eye?”

Both of them froze in place as a cheerful voice rang out down the hallway. Sneakers squeaked on the linoleum floors, drawing closer every second. Sirius had gone ice cold, but he didn’t think it was just the shower’s fault.

“Go, go, go!” Remus hissed, yanking away.

Unfortunately, Sirius’ thigh decided that was the perfect moment to cramp so hard it made his vision go white for a second. As soon as his foot touched the ground, his whole hamstring seized, and he doubled over with a strained “motherfucker!”

“Get up!”

“I can’t!”

James’ footsteps were getting louder. Sirius cursed under his breath and limped after Remus into the shitty little janitor’s closet in the corner, wedging himself next to a mop as he bit down on his knuckles to stifle the pained groans building in his throat. Remus shot him an apologetic look and squeezed his hand in sympathy.

The closet was not meant for much more than a handful of emergency cleaning supplies, let alone two mid-season-muscled hockey players. They were pressed chest-to-chest, holding their breath as doom approached.

Well, not doom. Just utter, world-ending humiliation. Not the kinky kind, either.

James whistled to himself as he neared the locker room—two seconds after Sirius buried his face in the side of Remus’ neck to breathe through the agony in his leg, the door slammed open and his best friend began clattering around.

All of a sudden, the room fell silent. Shit.

“Hello?” James called, sounding much too amused for his own good. “Anyone in here?”

Sirius’ pulse hammered in his ears.

“Huh. Looks like somebody left the shower on,” James said with a dramatic gasp. “And what’s this? Two whole duffel bags?”

Fuck, Remus mouthed as Sirius straightened up with a wince.

James started laughing. Deep, deep in his soul, Sirius knew he had spotted the aloe. The squeaking stopped just outside the closet. “Good morning,” James singsonged, though he didn’t open the door.

Remus opened his mouth, resigned, but Sirius jabbed him in the chest with his pointer finger and shot him a warning look. They weren’t going to engage in conversation while naked and crammed in a janitor’s closet. Especially not when James Potter was on the other side.

“I think it’s a little early for all this, but I could be wrong.” He could almost see James shrugging through the thick wood. “I suppose you’ve gotta take what free time you have. Cap, your showers are a lot nicer than these, though. At least they stay warm for more than a few minutes.”

Remus thudded his forehead against Sirius’ sternum.

“Alright, alright,” James said after a moment of quiet. “If anyone were to perhaps be hiding after getting off in the shitty team showers at seven in the morning—at least, I hope you got off—they should feel free to come out of the closet in a much more literal sense because I am leaving. And I will be out of the locker room for five minutes. Once again, that is five minutes, and then I will be back in here to get ready for my job like a responsible adult.”

The door opened and closed again with a click. They both waited with bated breath.

“Ugh, fine,” James groaned. The hinges creaked, his footsteps faded, and there was a loud slam as it shut for real.

“I’m going to kill him,” Sirius said as they shuffled out of the closet, knocking over several spray bottles in the process. “Really, I will.”

“I’ll help you bury the body,” Remus said wearily as he tossed the aloe back in his bag with a sigh. “That was horrific. Think we can sneak out and back in without him noticing?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes at the door. “The son of a bitch will be waiting for us. It’s better to just accept our fate and let him have this.”

“We’re putting shaving cream in his gloves after this, right?”

“Actually, I think Vaseline would be better.”

#fanfic #my fic #sirius black #remus lupin #coops #wolfstar #lumosinlove #sweater weather #smut #shower #james potter #alastor moody

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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A fun cubs come out fic!

Characters and their world by @lumosinlove

@im-oknutzy-trash - here you go!

(Just one last note - there is one scene with a little spicy quip but it doesn’t get in any way explicit :))

“I’m home!” Finn called as he came through the door to their apartment, duffle bag falling off his shoulder and crashing into the door.

“Wow.” Logan commented, coming over to help him. “Home for less than a minute and you’re already trying to wreck the place.”

“Oh hush.” Finn said, dropping his bags and pulling Logan in by the waist. “Hello to you too.”

Logan grinned and went soft, leaning into Finn’s kiss. “How was Alex?”

They moved away from the door to the couch, Logan setting Finn’s bag aside to be dealt with later.

“Good, Kase and Nat are going out to see him in a few days so he was all excited.”

Logan laughed, kicking off his shoes to curl his feet under him. “Now that I get.”

Finn smiled and glanced around. “Where’s Leo?”

“He just had to pop out to the shop. We’re out of milk. He should be back soon though.”

Finn nodded, looking down at his hands, fiddling with his fingernails. “Hey Lo?”

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking about… well what if… So like, you know Cap and Loops, right?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Our teammates? Yeah I think I’m vaguely familiar with them.”

Finn huffed, rolling his eyes. “Wow sassy. You know that’s not what I meant.”

Logan tilted his head to the side in acquiescence, letting Finn continue.

“I want to be like them.” Finn said quickly. “Can we be like them?”

He watched Logan frown for a moment, trying to figure out the difference between Remus and Cap and them. “Wait,” He murmured, eyes meeting Finn’s. “Do you mean?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. I think maybe we’re ready?”

Logan opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Leo coming in.

“Hey Lo!” He said, without even looking around yet. “I got milk and that bread you like. Did Finn message you yet, he definitely should have landed by now.”

Leo reached the counter, putting the milk in the fridge before turning around and finally noticing the two boys in the room.

“I think his flight landed.” Logan said dryly, watching Leo take in Finn’s presence.

“Hi baby.” Finn said, with a smile, truly grinning when Leo left the shopping bag half-empty and came over to kiss him hello instead.

“Hi.” Leo said, slipping into the gap between his two boys. “I missed you.”

Finn heard himself make a pleased noise as he leaned in to kiss Leo again. “Missed you too.”

“So,” Leo said as he pulled away, pulling Logan’s feet onto his lap. “What’re we talking about?”

Finn met Logan’s green eyes, pausing for a moment. “Um, I uh…”

Logan kicked his foot forward to nudge it against Finn’s thigh. “I got it Harzy.” He then turned to Leo. “We were thinking, maybe it’s time for us to come out? It’d be nice I think, not having to hide.”

Finn watched Leo carefully as the younger boy blinked in surprise before a small smile took over his face.

“Yeah,” He breathed, looking between Logan and Finn. “Yeah that would be nice.” He bit his lip, looking smug and mischievous and Finn thought he might be falling in love all over again. “But I think we should have some fun first.”

****

Logan stumbled off the bus wearily - that four hour bus ride had just seemed to go on forever. Reporters stood outside the door to the hotel, despite the cold and the late hour but Logan leaned into Leo’s side anyways, Leo’s arm around his shoulder, Logan’s hand beneath his jacket. Photographers went wild, cameras shuttering quickly and Logan hid his smile in Leo’s jacket. This was going to be a whole lot of fun.

****

Leo looked up as Marlene entered the locker room, glancing around to see who might be ready and available for an interview. Leo caught her eye and waved her over.

“Hey Leo, how about a quick video for social media? I won’t keep you longer than five minutes.”

Leo smiled, he didn’t mind, this was all a part of their plan, the team and the rest of the staff had been made somewhat aware. Plus, he liked Marlene so he never had a problem with the interviews. “Sure.”

“Okay great!” She gave him a thumbs up as she started recording. “So, just last night, pictures of you and Logan Tremblay were released as you got off the bus - have you anything to say about them?”

Leo nodded, grinning. “Don’t forget James photobombing in the background. I think he was going for a ‘bunny ears’ effect but it ended up looking like he was doing it to Kasey instead. I think I need to get a copy framed.”

Marlene laughed, moving on. “So you and Logan are close then?”

Leo looked around the room comically. “What? You mean right now? Cause He’s in the PT room so a lot of the guys are closer.”

Marlene bit her lip, her eyes sparkling. “How do you feel about this game then?”

Leo sat back, finally going to answer a question honestly. “I’m feeling good. We’ve had a great start this season and I’m pretty confident.”

Marlene gave him another thumbs up and headed off to go chat to some of the other guys. A few stalls over, Finn met Leo’s eyes and blew him a kiss.

*******

“The media seems to have calmed down a bit.” Logan commented as they all sat at home watching a movie. “Think it’s time for our next one?”

“Ooh, yes!” Finn enthused. “I call being in this one.”

Logan laughed and pulled out of the way so he could take a picture of Finn kissing Leo’s cheek, Leo’s face all scrunched up in a smile.

“There you go, post it.”

Finn grinned, going to Instagram and putting up the picture with the caption ‘Days like this’ before tagging Leo for good measure.

“That should entertain them for a couple of days.” He said, satisfied as he tossed his phone to another chair and leaned back into Logan’s warmth, kissing the spot just below his ear.

“You and me next baby,”

****

Leo Knut and Finn O’Hara?

More than one couple in the Lion’s Den?

Knut cheating on Tremblay?

Logan laughed as he scrolled through the headlines and posts from fan accounts, taking screenshots of some of the art of them that had already begun to bubble up. Thomas was on the other side of him, watching a video of a fan analysing the teams interactions, trying to figure out who was actually in a relationship, laughing every few minutes.

“Knutty,” Logan called, summoning Leo. “Look at this one.”

Leo took his phone and read the caption out loud. “Knut’s betrayal making Tremblay tremble?” He looked up and met Logan’s eyes, his face blank. “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”

“I do!” Finn interrupted, coming up behind Logan and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “Okay Lo, you hold up the article, now someone take our picture please!”

Logan ginned and relaxed into Finn as James snapped them together before posting it to his own account. ‘Doesn’t seem to be trembling to me.”

****

“I’m gonna go get some coffee, do you guys wanna come?” Leo said, the three of them still lying in bed. Finn shook his head, still mostly asleep, but Logan perked up.

“From the café down the street?”

Leo nodded, laughing when Logan was up like a shot, pulling on his clothes.

“We’ll bring you back some, okay sweetheart?” Leo said as he leaned over the bed once more to kiss Finn goodbye. Finn just nodded and burrowed deeper into the duvet.

“Love you.” He mumbled and the two boys left him to his dreams, slipping out of the room quietly.

They walked down the street, hand in hand, going mostly unnoticed by the public. It was still early and a Sunday, so there weren’t too many people up and about, but even those that were paid them very little attention. It was easy to forget, in moments like this, that they had entire fan pages dedicated to them and many days they weren’t even recognised on the street.

They got their coffee and drank it there, holding hands over the table outside the front door, watching the people passing by and chatting idly. Leo thought he spotted someone taking a not-so-discreet picture of them, but they didn’t care. Logan went inside to grab Finn’s cup to go and Leo lounged in the sunshine for a moment, breathing in the cool, sharp air.

He opened his eyes to find Logan standing over him, looking down amusedly. “D’accord, mon choupinet?"

Leo smiled and stood up, stretching lazily. “Oui.”

They came back home to Finn still in bed, and joined him under the covers while he sipped his coffee.

“Oh, look we’re back in the headlines.” Leo commented as he angled his phone for them both to see. A photo of Leo and Logan from just a half hour ago stared back at them, Logan laughing at something Leo had said.

“That’s such a cute picture,” Finn noted, putting on his glasses to take a closer look. “You should save that.”

Knut and Tremblay reunited? No news yet on how O’Hara is taking this latest blow.

“O’Hara would be doing fantastic if he had another kind of blow.” Finn grumbled, then blushed when he realised he had spoken out loud. “I mean-”

“Oh, we know what you meant.” Logan said, taking the nearly empty coffee cup from Finn and setting it on the nightstand as Leo eased Finn back, slipping under the covers as Logan captured his lips. “And that can be arranged.”

****

“So when do you guys think you’ll let them know what’s actually happening?” Remus asked Leo as he helped the blond boy with his stretching.

Leo bit his lip as he thought. “I don't know? Soon maybe though, because this is fun and all but I’m tired of being analysed all the time now. At least if we tell them the truth, they’ll be chasing after us for a couple of weeks but then it’ll all settle down and be nice and quiet again, you know?”

Remus nodded, smirking when Leo took a sharp intake of breath as he pushed his legs a little further apart. “Yeah for sure. It’ll be pure chaos for a bit, but then they’ll quickly move onto the next big thing, I promise.”

Leo nodded, a little lost in thought. “Yeah, I’m ready to have a bit of privacy again. I think I’ll say it to the boys tonight.”

Remus nodded and pushed Leo a little further, laughing when Leo cursed under his breath.

“Fuck, if I’m alive after all this that is.”

****

“Alright, we’re doing this so?” Logan confirmed, making sure everyone was in agreement.

“Yup.” Leo said, popping the ‘p’.

“It’s time.” Finn confirmed as they all pulled up the same picture they had chosen to post - a photo of the three of them taken at a party at Dumo’s. Logan sitting in Leo’s lap, head tilted up as he kissed Finn who was handing them their drinks.

“Captions ready?” Finn asked and the other two nodded. “Okay. Three,”

“Two,” Leo said.

“One.” Logan breathed and they all clicked ‘post’ at the same time.

The next day, all the headlines were their Instagram captions-

Leo and Logan.

Finn and Leo.

Logan and Finn.

(Three’s not a crowd).

#o'knutzy #coast to coast lumosinlove #lumosinlove #finn o'hara #Leo knut #logan Tremblay #o'knutzy fluff #cubs come out #o'knutzy coming out #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #thomas walker #sweater weather lumosinlove #James Potter

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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In Love and Death chapter 13

Harry Potter AU

Link to Chapter 12

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

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“You’re pregnant, Y/n, and I am just curious, does Regulus know?”

You stood looking at Evan with wide eyes. Everyone was going to find out the truth sooner or later. You weren’t going to be able to hide under oversized sweaters or kitchen counters forever.

“I would sure hope that he knows.”

You snapped before adding.

“Now will you hush before everyone else hears?”

Before Evan could respond, Tonks and Remus fell through the kitchen door. Tonks looked up with a huge blush on her face. You groaned.

“Were you two listening at the door?”

Remus stood up and pulled Tonks up with him. He quickly dusted off his shirt before turning to you.

“I was coming to make tea and she was hovering by the keyhole.”

Tonks was across the room and had you in a giant hug before you were able to move.

“How did that potion work so fast? I didn’t think it could be possible…”

“She didn’t take the potion.”

Regulus replied as he stepped into the kitchen He had heard the commotion from the other room and figured it was best to go ahead and get this moment over with.

“You mean to tell me that you two did it….”

Regulus rolled his eyes at Tonks’ question.

“Yes, we did it.”

Tonks squealed even louder.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

You carefully wiggled away from your best friend in order to breathe.

“Well, we wanted to make sure that everything was okay before running our mouths. It looks like Evan was just a bit slicker than I planned.”

Evan grinned.

“I just know things.”

He had to stifle a laugh at the expression on Regulus’ face.

“Well, I guess you would know. The funny thing about you knowing everything is the fact that you thought having Emma jump up and down after sex would stop her from getting pregnant.”

Evan’s sly smile faded as Regulus smiled slyly. You, meanwhile, shook your head and went back to the sink.

“And another reason why teenagers having sex is stupid stupid stupid.”

Evan scowled in your direction.

“And if we hadn’t you wouldn’t be here.”

“Okay, we can stop this conversation.”

Regulus hissed. The less that he had to talk about events in the past the happier that he would be. Evan nodded.

“I agree. Horrible conversation...our past sucked.”

“Evan, I said stop.”

Regulus muttered. Tonks looked away from the little spat that Evan and Regulus were having and turned back to you.

“How far are you?”

“3 ½ months.”

Tonks squealed.

“I’m so happy for you. Everything is going to be just fine.”

You nodded but was still a bit worried about how long “just fine” would last?

“Things in my life just don’t go fine, Dora. Something is going to go crazy before long. I just know it.”

Tonks smiled and lovingly pulled you into a hug.

“It's just baby jitters. I promise everything will be fine. Just take a step back and take a few nice breaths.”

The following three months passed without much excitement and you were just fine with it. To appease Regulus, you agreed to stop working as much. You weren’t as thrilled as he was about it, however. Sitting locked in Grimmauld Place day after day was beginning to get old. Whenever Tonks went off for a raid or a mission for the order, you sat watching her with an expression of jealousy on your face. You had never been a “sit back and take it easy” type.

You were thankful when Christmas time came around and this year it was going to be at the burrow. Christmas was going to be a good time but also a nerve wrecking time. You knew that Harry was going to realize about your condition. Part of you was concerned that he and Regulus were going to have some kind of epic showdown.

No one needs that.

You muttered, stepping into the burrow. Regulus had already promised that he would be on his best behavior. Glancing to your love, Regulus had his serious expression on his face. Regulus’ level of “protective boyfriend” had gone from 1 to 1,000 over the past few months. Something told you that if Harry started something Regulus would have no issue with finishing it.

“Reggie…”

His eyes rolled over to you darkly.

“I told you that I won’t hurt him. I’ll be nice.”

Regulus struggled with the word “nice.” While Regulus knew that killing Harry wasn’t an option that didn’t mean that he couldn’t break off a few pieces. Regulus quickly shook the thoughts from his head. If he hurt Harry in the slightest, you would be furious with him...that was the last thing that Regulus wanted.

When you gave him a sweet smile, Regulus knew that you were pleased with his answer.

“Thank you, love.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the table eagerly talking to Kingsley when you stepped in with Regulus behind you. It had been a few months since you had seen Kingsley. He looked up with a surprised smile. Clearly, he was surprised with your condition as anyone else.

“Well, look at that...someone finally caught you.”

Kingsley’s comment itself made you laugh. He of all people knew how you felt about having children and now here you were having one.

“Yeah, it looks like it.”

You commented before turning to face Harry. He sat with his mouth open while Ron and Hermione had wide eyes.

“It's good to see you all.”

Hermione was the first one to be able to speak. From the first time that she had seen you with Regulus, Hermione had a feeling that this relationship was a lot more serious than Harry believed. She had been trying to convince Harry since that day in the hospital to give up on any hopes of getting into a relationship with you. Now that you were having a child with Regulus there was just another nail in the proverbial coffin.

“Y/n, we had no idea. Congratulations.”

You smiled. Hermione’s comment was stunned yet genuine. Harry sat quietly for a moment longer.

“Yeah...congratulations. If you all will excuse me...I think Mr. Weasley needed some help with something.”

Regulus, meanwhile, gave Harry a small smile and a little sarcastic wave as the boy left the room. Again, Regulus wasn’t for sure why he was so insecure when it came to Harry but he was. The boy was turning Regulus into one hell of a petty bitch. He knew that he didn’t have anything to worry about but antagonizing him seemed to be fun.

Remus, meanwhile, had watched the whole thing with an annoyed expression on his face. You gave Remus an annoyed look as if telling him how “not in the mood for this” you were. Remus quickly stood.

“Regulus and Harry I want to talk to you both...alone.”

Both Regulus and Harry frowned before following Remus into another room. Remus turned with a loud sigh.

“Whatever you two have going on between each other needs to stop. This has gone on long enough. Harry, I am sorry but Y/n is in love with Regulus and they are having a child together. Regulus, getting under Harry’s skin isn’t fair for him or for Y/n. Whether you like it or not, Y/n and Harry have had a long friendship that shouldn’t be disrupted because of your relationship. I will also say that Y/n doesn’t deserve to have to choose between the two of you. Do you both understand?”

Regulus and Harry looked at each other out of the corners of their eyes before nodding.

“Fine.”

Regulus muttered. Remus did have a point. As you got further along, Regulus didn’t want to give you any reason to be more stressed. He could be nice (or his version of nice) to Harry for now once the kid was born, Regulus could gleefully go back to antagonizing Harry.

“You’re right.”

Harry replied. Remus smiled.

“Good, now I don’t care if you like each other. You can hate each other for what it's worth but let's act like adults. If the two of you care about Y/n then you will put your petty differences aside.”

“Okay.”

Harry responded. Regulus didn’t make any facial expression.

“Do I have to hug him?”

Remus groaned.

“Regulus, did you hear anything that I said?”

Regulus gave Remus an extra sassy nod.

“I’m not deaf. I’ll be...nice to him but I’m not hugging him.”

Remus put a hand over his face.

“Fine...go find Y/n and be pleasant to her.”

The next hour passed with a bit more peace. Harry and Regulus could be in the same room with each other without shouting insults at each other. You had been talking quietly to Tonks when Harry made a comment about Draco being a death eater.

“Draco Malfoy a death eater?”

You questioned. Harry nodded as Hermione shook her head.

“Yes, Y/n. Harry is under the impression that Draco is now a death eater.”

This wasn’t surprising news to you. If there was one person that you had always expected to see as a death eater it was Draco Malfoy. Although you considered Draco to be a giant coward, if his father told him to be a death eater, he would do it.

“He is, Hermione. There is no denying it.”

You glanced over at Regulus, who had sat up after hearing what he wanted in the conversation.

“If he’s anything like his father then he’s a giant pussy.”

“Regulus.”

You said his name with a smirk. Regulus shrugged.

“It's the truth. Love. Lucius never does anything unless it's going to make him look good. You should have seen him at his initiation. It was laughable.”

Harry found himself staring at the dark mark on Regulus’ arm that was clearly visible under his rolled-up sleeves.

“What was yours?”

Regulus’ eyes flickered to Harry before he smiled. He ignored how you were looking at him with wary eyes. It didn’t matter that you were raised with the dark arts, Regulus could see the discomfort brewing under the surface.

“You don’t want to know. How old is Draco?”

“16”

Hermione answered.

“The same age that I was. Voldemort must be getting desperate for followers again. Look, if you think that your little classmate is a death eater then he most likely is. I would tell you if he was or wasn’t but I, unfortunately, don’t have the contacts that I used to.”

Harry scooted to the edge of his seat. Regulus’ unbothered tone when speaking about being a death eater made him nervous. The expression on your face didn’t help either.

“How did you just quit? I thought that it was for life.”

Harry questioned. Regulus smirked again.

“It is for life. Trust me, I don’t lay low just for shits and giggles. If they get me...let's just say it won’t be pretty.”

“Can we stop this conversation?”

You asked. Although you knew, what would happen if another death eater got their hands on Regulus, you didn’t want to think of it. He was a traitor in their eyes and that wasn’t something that was looked highly upon by Voldemort. You would never see Regulus again and at the moment you couldn't mentally handle that thought.

The rest of the night passed without much excitement. Tonks and Remus decided to leave a little early. Remus was feeling rough due to his cycle and wanted nothing more than to pass out. Molly had offered to keep Teddy in order for his parents to have one night of peace. Stepping outside the door, you frowned at how Remus was looking out into the darkness. Tonks evidently was seeing the same thing.

“Sweetheart?”

She said in a sweet loving tone. Before Remus could respond there was a loud bang followed by fire surrounding the burrow. In front of you stood none other than freaking Bellatrix Lestrange.

“That bitch. I have been looking for her!”

You snapped as Harry pushed his way through the bodies in the doorway.

“Harry!”

Remus and Tonks shouted at the same time as he took off down the steps and across the lawn. Before you could register what was going on Ginny too was down the steps going after Harry all while ignoring her parent's panicked screams.

“Oh like hell, this is going to happen.”

You hissed before pulling loose from the grip that Regulus had on you. Taking off the steps, you ignored Regulus screaming for you to stop. Taking your wand out, you cleared a path through the fire. You were not about to watch one of your best friends die when there was plenty that you could do.

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Sanders Sides D&D 2

Ooh fresh take: Jan is virge’s patron and that’s why there’s beef

Also: Jan is some sort of fae related being

Jan: i need you to do something for me Virgil: no Janus: that's not how this works!! Virgil: watch me :P

Okay so I was thinking of Patton as a cleric cuz ooh healer however, Patton as a Druid makes me so happy

I want logan to have Rage

(Also that could tie nicely in an arc about Logan learning to accept feelings)

but barbarian logan is going to be a scholar again and is gonna be smort

bc hes logan. he cant be not smart

Oh I figured he’d be the bbeg that eventually joins the party (hurt/comfort baybee!)(Remus)

he was the bbeg but then joined the party as a bardbarian or just a bard

plus, actual bard who accidentally casts vicious mockery instead of bardic inspiration

Side note: please include a scene where Remus attempts to seduce the dragon

also with this second au, i can start them at like level 5 so people can multiclass

Pat as cleric/druid

gasp logan as artificer/barbarian

janus sorcerer/rogue

because basically everything but alchemist would work well with barbarian, but alchemist feels very Logan

bc mad scientist being actually mad

alchemist logan making an experimental potion and going "here im not sure what this does but im sure its fine! someone drink it"

Remus does it voluntarily, but Logan usually tries to get Roman to drink it

Virgil will occasionally drink it when he's on his last legs and is just like.....100% done with the party

remus as a wild magic path barbarian and just fucking teleporting or doing something equally ridiculous whenever he rages

Oh my god Remus with rage would be a force to be reckoned with

You gotta describe the first time he goes into a rage really dramatically

obviously virgil is trying to "escape" his patron, Janus (really just do whatever he says to not do out of spite)

Eldritch knight roman

Feywild warlock virgil

hey so in the second d&d au, should roman and remus be actual full siblings but like remus went darkside and like romans just trying to get back at him for putting a dark stain on the family name

hey hey hey what about warforged Logan? (essentially a robot)(so like "i dont feel anything" becoming real)

okay hear me out. elf roman and elf base simic hybrid remus. so like maybe the reason remus went darkside was experimentation? so like. hes elf but special

FALLEN AASIMAR VIRGIL

virgil just transforming in the middle of a combat scenario and like his eyes turn into black pits and flightless skeletal wings appear on his back and like everyone near him has to make a charisma check and like he deals extra necrotic damage

Pat is the one human stuck in a band of misfits

so with it, roman would be a full elf, and remus would be an elf that has tentacles bc octopus

So robot logan

i meant literally he doesnt feel anything

like he has all the emotions, but he doesnt physically feel the need to like eat or sleep or stuff like that

he just.....he pretend he don't have the feelings.....but he do.....he feel so much and he hides it all in his littol mechanical heart <3

plus......if he warforged, then like.....AC huge

he stands in front of friends.....he protecc...."no, i don't have feelings, i am physically incapable of affection" but he do!! he do! he take hits for them because he do!! he care so much

Bro he spouts all this and then he uses a reaction to dive in front of someone and everyone’s just like oh

LIKE ROMAN STILL BEING MEAN TO LO BC HE THINKS HE DOESNT HAVE FEELINGS BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE A HEART BUT HE DOES

hey hey everyone needs to grow

and logan standing up for himself and other people stepping in and saying no stop thats not right

plus if canon wont give me roman facing the consequences of his actions towards Logan......

but also Roman learning how to properly handle his own emotions and how he interacts with others

logan who doesn't view himself as anything more than a machine to be useful to others

the party giving logan love and affection until he slowly learns his own worth as a person

Roman and Logan not getting along (maybe Roman has a Lore reason to distrust Warforged, maybe not) and slowly learning to trust each other

when Logan is feeling real down or having some issue, Roman actually comes through to help him, showing how far both characters have come

Okay yes but also can we please give Roman more confidence than canon? Like I’m sooooo sick of low self esteem being played for laughs or just being really really sad

this boy is going on a mission and will slap his brother upside the head and tell him to shut tf up remus youre not a monster just come back home and he will do it alone if need be

OKAY SO WHAT IF HE ORIGINALLY WENT ON THE QUEST JUST TO STOP REMUS ONCE AND FOR ALL BC ROMAN THOUGHT HE WAS A MONSTER, BUT ALONG THE WAY, AND AFTER LOGAN, HE CAME TO REALIZE THAT NO, JUST BECAUSE REMUS (AND LOGAN) ARE DIFFERENT, THEY ARENT MONSTERS, JUST DIFFERENT

AND LIKE IN THE FINAL PUSH TO MAKE REMUS JOIN BACK WITH HIS BROTHER, ROMAN IS PROJECTING HIS OWN FEELINGS ONTO REMUS AND EVERYONE IS LIKE WOW BRO YOU GOOD THERE, BUT ITS A BIG MOMENT FOR LOGAN, ROMAN, AND REMUS

im unsure as to how, but it happened when he was an older teen/young adult. a simic scientist either picked him (read: kidnapped), or remus volunteered (potentially to escape court life, unaware what exactly the experiment was going to do to him physically

bc also, remus and roman are royalty

so like. how best to get at the nobes/royalty/rich famous people than by turning their kid into a monster

wait, wait, wait, because i'm lowkey a sucker for this trope, but i'm not sure if it fits Remus: the experiments left him with some fairly significant physical pain/uncontrolled magical reactions. through some combo of trying to deal with that and trying find a cure for his pain, he keeps like....absolutely wrecking random towns on accident but also deliberately wrecking certain places looking for either a) vengeance on the guy(s) responsible or b) someone who can make the pain stop

SO LIKE. WILD MAGIC BARBARIAN DOING WEIRD SHIT TO HIM WHENEVER HE RAGES

AND LOGAN COULD MAYBE HELP WITH THE PAIN AND SHIT

BC ALCHEMY

Yknow, for simplification purposes, we could say the True Bbeg just gave Remus lycanthropy and Remus hasn’t managed to control it yet

lycanthropy but simic shit?

Mr. I-Don't-Have-Feelings sees the poor dude in pain and also Roman in emotional pain from seeing his brother in pain and is absolutely like "i must resolve this like right now, immediately" because he definitely doesn't hate seeing his friend suffering, or his friend's brother whom he's just met

he definitely doesn't relate at all to the idea of someone else shaping your body and absolutely does not sympathize with Remus's plight

i was thinking the grappling thing and either manta glide or the ability to breathe underwater for the simic stuff, but like he doesnt have control over the tentacles yet?

Manta glide seems like we could have fun battle scenes

he just jumps off a cliff to avoid mushy talk/dealing with his actions/roman

Roman: Remus just because you're a monster and though i wish i was an only child-- Remus, jumping off a cliff: byyeeeeee Patton: Roman, look what you did! Virgil: dammit jan what did you do? Janus: why do you think i had anything to do with that? im a fae, not a genie Logan, thinking: what an asshole. i wish i could do that

oh my god Logan always being tired mentally bc he cant sleep

Oh my gosh I love that. So Remus got kidnapped super young, (from royal family) they never found him, as a result Roman had to grow up super fast (side effect: lowkey inconsiderate and forgets to ask for others input). Meanwhile, Remus was experimented on by True Bbeg and came out with some trauma and super cool additives

yep! chronic pain and ptsd and all sorts of other shit!

so like, simic hybrids are usually created when they're adults. but what if the true bbeg decided to go younger to see what would happen, and thats why remus has chronic pain and stuff

he was still growing when his genes were spliced, so hes dealing with growth plates shifting and his body maturing and puberty and body changes and stuff

Pat is going to have a lighthearted story. Im saying that now. Hes the one without all the baggage

Sure, but his parents have to lowkey be the really kind people who are surprisingly always down for violence

everyone: multiple crises Pat: y'all need help Pat: love and affection in spades for his little band of misfits

Patton (which I think would be pretty simple, honestly he might just see danger and jump in and suddenly everyone in the party has Feelings)

Logan

Mhm. So how did he grow up? Was he just poof created? Wait

What if he was created by the king?

To make up for remuss disappearance

wait, wait....angst......he was created to fight (hence the barbarian stuff) but alchemy is his real passion

wait so like. a second son???

hes there to replace remus?

Yea! (But like in a sympathetic grief way) But that causes a bit of a complex in Roman and ergo Roman and Logan have a bit of a beef

okay so like. hes there to be a companion for roman, and like take remus' place, even though hes not actually in line for the throne?

LOGAN AS A KNIGHT

and just......the conflict of being created for a specific purpose (plus being, you know, robot and technically incapable of deviated from said purpose) vs the fact that he actually does have independent consciousness and like....wants to live life for himself

the parents made Logan a barbarian in hopes that him and Roman would be safe

okay. so logan was created by the king with the sole purpose to take remus' place as romans brother/companion, and to be his like guard? protector? and fight, but logan wants to be an alchemist and study shit

wait, wait, wait.....thinks about Asimov's Laws

he.....his first operative is protect (specifically protect Roman)

oh man. so hes literally just a shield

his second level operative is just like.....care for Roman's emotional well-being, but he doesn't really know emotions because he was kinda just spawned and nobody told him how

and he just....kind of....lets Roman treat him like garbage and take all his grief out on him because he's staunchly in denial of both having feelings or knowing how they work

Anyway Yea so Logan created by royal family in place of Remus which created angst between the two “brothers” and identity issues in Logan. Their arcs are learning how to healthily process emotions plus Roman apology and Logan commits to alchemy

So big question: why did virge make a deal?

Tricked

he gave janus his name

and instead of janus like killing him or whatever the fae do to people who break the rules of dealing with the fae, jan was like. hey. i'll give you magic, but do what i say

Janus is lawful neutral, but leans towards being selfish

hes self serving, but he has a strong set of morals and rules he follows

Tho I want to Virgil to also not be pushover so let’s say loophole happened and Jan has to stay with virge (hence why Jan is a part of the party)

okay so a couple of the rules are dont give a fae your true name and don't try to figure out their true name

what if virgil accidentally gave up part of his true name, and got stuck in the deal, but then figured out janus' true name

so in the same vein that janus had control over virgil, virgil now has more control over janus

he still gets his magic from janus, so he cant break free completely, but virgil has more freedom and can occasionally tell janus what to do or when to shove it

there should a running gag where virge can explain how he learned Jan’s true name but Jan can make something loudly censor him every time

(he learned his name bc once he heard janus practicing his evil genius voice and talking to himself in the mirror and janus said his true name)

so maybe janus sent virgil on the quest to protect a town or stop something related to remus, but virgil dragged him along

he might just be trying to protect a town thats close to a ley line, or something fae-related, and they just happen upon the whole thing

janus is selfish. but lawful vs chaotic is where he comes through, in morals vs doing whatever. janus has a strong set of loyalties to the fae, and to himself

so like....Remus is just too close to Jan's stuff and he wants to take him down

Virgil is just like....exhausted and said "fine, but if i gotta do this, you're coming, too"

or at least figure out a way to protect his place, even if it doesnt mean fully taking out remus. just moving him would work for jan

Janus: virgilllllllllll hes going to mess up my magic storage locker Virgil: Jan, its empty Janus: but its mine

Yea. Remus attacks a city away from the fae: Jan: Yknow I’m gonna sit this one out Virge: oh no you don’t, get up

Janus vs Janice

so his real name is Janus, but Virgil calls him Janice

Virgil: This is Janice Janice: with a “U-S” Virgil: mhm, sure Jan

I'm a big fan of just like any of the old theory name being various aliases for Jan

Damien, Dante, Ethan, Declan, etc, etc

#ss d&d 2

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A Supernatural World: Chapter 2

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Summary: Fleeing their hometown of Miami, Florida due to it growing far too dangerous, Roman and his vampire brother Remus move to Detroit, Michigan. Remus hopes it’ll be safer here for his human (or so he thinks he’s human) brother. Roman only wishes to start anew after a traumatizing incident in his last college, hoping to make new friends and maybe even find love. They don’t know what this city or the future holds but it’s going to be quite the adventure as they explore their new surroundings and the…interesting people that live in it.

Pairings: Eventual roceit, Eventual Intrulogical, slowburn roceit, slowburn Intrulogical, romantic roceit, romantic Intrulogical. BROTHERLY CREATIVITWINS (rem/rom shippers fuck off)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, IMPLIED ABUSE, TOXIC PARENTING, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL HARRASSMENT, IMPLIED SEXUAL HARRASSMENT, POSSIBLE IMPLIED RAPE, SLIGHT BLOOD MENTION, SLIGHT MENTION OF MURDER, MENTIONS OF FOOD POISONING

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Moving to a new apartment after being on the run for so long had been exhausting but they made it and they were a lot safer now. For the first time in a long time, Roman finds himself waking up with little to no worries in his mind. He sits up and yawns, stretching his arms. He takes a deep breath and perks up a little when he smells breakfast in the air. With a rumbling tummy, Roman slips out of bed and ambles out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, finding Remus at the stove and making breakfast. Bacon and eggs sizzle away in the frying pan.

“Morning, Ree. Where’d you get that?” Roman asks, plopping down at the dining table.

“Hey, sleepyhead. I wasn’t going to go grocery shopping until some time later but I figured we could use a good breakfast after all the shit we went through to get here. So, I went out and bought a few things at the convenience store across the street.” Remus replies, plating up the food.

“I do miss having good breakfasts like this.” Roman giggles before making a face. “I don’t think I want to eat more yucky hotel food or disgusting gas station meals.”

Remus huffs a laugh and gives Roman his plate.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“I got food poisoning twice in Alabama and Kentucky.”

“Okay, fair point.”

Remus shakes his head fondly at the memory of poor Ro throwing up in their motel room. He hadn’t meant to make his twin sick but he couldn’t exactly order anything fancy. He was trying to save up for an apartment. He did feel bad for Ro. His twin had been eager to try KFC when they got to Kentucky. Turns out that the KFC they ordered from was a bit, well, unsanitary. Oh well, at least they don’t have to worry about that now. Remus gets his own plate and sets it on the table before turning to the fridge to get juice for them both.

“So, did you sleep okay? I know I used my magic on you but it can’t always block the nightmares.” Remus says, setting the juice bottle on the counter and moving to get glasses.

Meanwhile, Roman eagerly starts eating. He makes a delighted noise and eats more.

“I did. It feels nice to wake up without worrying if someone broke in or freaking out because you thought the cleaning lady was an intruder.” he grins, taking another bite.

“That’s good. And don’t worry. I’m sure there’s no scary cleaning lady here this time.” Remus chuckles, pouring him and Roman some juice.

Roman giggles and goes back to eating, humming in thanks when Remus gives him his juice.

“I know, Ree. So, what are you going to do?” he asks.

“Well, since everything is mostly unpacked, I’m going to explore around the city and see what’s there to see. Maybe find a job too. We can’t exactly live on our money forever.”

“True. I’m going to see if I can enroll in theatre after breakfast.”

“Ooh, good luck with that. I know you’ll kill it out there.

“I know. Promise you won’t kill anyone out there?”

Remus huffs a laugh.

“Promise, Ro.”

The twins share a laugh and continue talking, Roman eagerly telling Remus all the stuff he’s excited to do again. Roman used to be in theatre in high school but it wasn’t fun. He had constant pressure on his shoulders to be a star performer in their parents’ eyes. He’d spent restless nights rehearsing and practicing under his mother’s command. He’d endure other nights where his mother would reprimand him for even the smallest slip up in his plays or when he didn’t get the lead role she demanded him to get. He’d been forced into diets and dressed uncomfortably to look perfect for his parts. Theatre was ruined for him then and he endured it until high school was over.

Then there was his first year of college. Roman had been happy to have at least a bit of distance between him and his abusive home. He had tried for theatre again in hope it would go well this time. It didn’t. The professor who led the whole theatre crew was a creep along with a few techies. Roman was the poor victim who was constantly targeted, getting groped or hit on whenever he was alone with either a techie or the professor himself. At first, Roman had been clueless, thinking the groping was an accident and the flirting was all in good fun. Then it kept getting worse and worse until one day, the professor and his techies cornered Roman in the dressing room and left him a wreck with his costume torn.

Remus found out when Roman came home crying and told him. They tried to get justice but the professor and the techies left no proof so their case fell flat and was never opened again. All they could do was leave that college. Of course, their parents didn’t side with them, accusing Roman of ‘asking for it’ and punishing him for ‘selling his body’. That’s when Remus had enough and broke out of the basement he was forced to stay in. He went to Roman and comforted him, telling him they weren’t staying here anymore. After waiting for their parents to leave the house for another drunken night at some bar, the twins packed up and left. Roman hasn’t tried theatre since. The funny thing is, that was only a year ago.

Now, Roman was feeling a bit confident and wanted to try theatre once more. He even wanted to help with costumes and makeup or maybe even make props. He also missed singing on stage so he was excited to do that again. Eager to try out again, Roman eats a little faster. He really wants to enroll and step up on the shiny stage floor again.

Meanwhile, Remus huffs a laugh, seeing how eager his brother is.

“Easy, Ro. You have plenty of time to sign up for theatre.” he says, patting his twin’s head.

Roman smiles bashfully.

“I know. I’m just so excited, Ree! I miss the stage! Now that we’re free from our parents and those creeps, I feel like I can do theatre again without all these problems!” he exclaims, grinning.

“I know but you can’t do that if you choke on your breakfast.”

Roman giggles.

“Right. Sorry.”

Roman slows down but keeps eating, babbling about theatre stuff in between while Remus listens along. It’s not long before Roman finishes and puts his dishes in the sink before going back to his room to get his laptop from his bag so he can start enrolling. His eager humming can be heard around the apartment and it makes the atmosphere a little bit more warm and peaceful.

Meanwhile, Remus quickly did the dishes then went to get ready to explore. He cleaned up as best as he could before getting changed into a black t-shirt, grey ripped jeans, combat boots, and a dark green leather jacket. He then returns to the bedroom and finds Roman sitting on his bed, already with his laptop on. Remus chuckles and ruffles his twin’s hair.

“Alright, I’m gonna head out now. Will you be okay with being alone for a bit?” Remus asks, watching for a moment as Roman reads through some search results.

“Yeah! I’ll call you if anything happens and Janus is upstairs too!” Roman beams.

“Good. I’ll be back later, Ro.”

“Kay! Stay safe!”

Remus gives Roman a lazy salute and leaves him to do his college hunting. He grabs his bat and his pocket knife from his backpack along with a pocket flask filled with emergency blood. Then he slips out the door and heads down to the lobby. He waves hello to Jeremiah as he exits the building, Detroit’s cool and smoggy air hitting his face. After making sure no one is around, Remus sneaks around to the back and jumps his way up the apartment building using the fire escapes there. He then climbs onto the roof. Sure, he could have taken the stairs but that wasn’t as fun. Remus takes a deep breath and walks over to the edge, taking in the view and plotting out a path.

Remus sees the bridge and the old freighter. In the distance, he can just make out the edge of Belle Isle in the morning fog. He can see a nearby police station too. Immediately, he makes a note to avoid the station for safety purposes. It takes a few more minutes but he figures out a route through a mostly empty street that leads to a cluster of small businesses and restaurants. Taking a deep breath, Remus turns and runs before leaping over a gap and landing onto the next roof. His speed picks up and he keeps moving, jumping from roof to roof.

To Remus, it always felt thrilling to go on a rooftop run. He liked the feeling of cool air on his skin and the rush he gets when he leaps high into the air. It’s almost like he was flying. He liked watching the cars and buildings rushing by him. He liked being able to explore and see new places, especially the ones with good views or creepy vibes.

Maybe he’ll explore the burnt down mansion in the outskirts of Detroit some other time. He hears it’s haunted. Maybe he’ll explore that old tech company that shut down and became abandoned due to a lot of bad business incidents. He found some rumors online that the company was going to create an android before it fell apart and shut down. He also heard of an abandoned mansion hidden somewhere in an isolated location of Detroit. He heard rumors of the last owner being a rich CEO who was murdered by his wife and her sister. Others say his remains could be found at the bottom of his dried up indoor pool.

The thought of it all excited Remus more. It felt nice to be in a new place so once he and Roman were settled in enough, he decided he’ll explore those places in the future. For now, he jumps to another rooftop and pauses to catch his breath. He may be a vampire but not even the undead can run without tiring. Remus decides to hop down from the roof, exiting through an alleyway and slipping wordlessly onto the street. He carefully weaves between some people and hums as he starts walking, passing by a grey haired man and his companion walking a Saint Bernard.

Remus looks around as he walks. There isn’t much here. There’s a homeless man on the street corner, begging for change or food. There’s a stray cat sniffing at something in the garbage cans by the alleyway. There’s a small convenience store selling party decorations and supplies. Across it is an old bar with a flickering neon sign. A faded ‘Help Wanted’ sign sits in the window, asking for someone to come work as either a cleaner or to work behind the bar. Remus knew he had no skill in working behind the bar but he figured he could try for the cleaner position. Cleaning isn’t usually his thing but he’s willing to try so he can at least make enough money to pay for rent and for any funds Roman may have for theatre. Taking a deep breath, Remus steps inside.

“Oh! Welcome to Jimmy’s Bar! I’m Jimmy!”

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TickleTober Day 12: Hard Tickles

Summary: Remus is in a particular mood, thankfully him and Janus have a failproof routine!

Note: Not written to be overly shippy so feel free to read it either way! Woop woop, tickle fic alert! I kinda had a hard time with this one so I don’t think it’s that strong. Ler Janus and Lee Remus.

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Remus was in a mood. It wasn’t necessarily a good mood but it wasn't like the worse thing in existence. A deep restlessness that seemed to settle into his very bones. His brain didn't do well with restlessness. It needed something to focus on, completely lose himself in, so he didn’t have to focus on the ideas that flooded his head. He tried reading, he tried cooking, he tried listening to music but it all failed.

Thankfully, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. Janus started doing it as a joke to get him to stop hovering around but Remus made sure he knew just how well it worked. It completely captured his entire focus and left him feeling absolutely satisfied afterwards. Plus, it was always fun to see that side of Janus. A light hearted teasy version of him.

Remus needed to have hard relentless tickles all over his most ticklish spots.

Finally giving in, he paused the film he was trying to watch and started to make his way to Janus’ room. He could practically picture it now. Maybe Janus would whip out the hair brushes? Ooh or maybe he finally try out those metal claws he bought him for occasions like these. Remus just thought he was being paranoid about those, he always insisted that they would probably actually scratch him since they were kinda sharp.

Knocking his typical knock, he waited a few seconds before flinging the door open anyway.

Janus was waiting for him. All six of his arms crossed over his chest like he was dealing with a bratty child. Well... close enough!

“Uh Hey!” Remus greeted with a wide smile as if he had no idea what was about to happen. Janus didn’t bother though. Two arms lurched forward and attached themselves to Remus’ sides before he even had a chance. He squealed but tried not to squirm too hard. Janus kept squeezing up and down, up and down, as he guided Remus to sit down on his bed.

Then he used two more arms to push him down so he was laying down.

“Yes, Remus? How may I help you?” Janus hissed but kept those squeezing hands going. His calm refined façade remaining in place flawlessly in the face of Remus squealing and blushing adorably.

“TIHIHICKLES TICKLES JAHA JANUS!” Remus was exaggerating his laugh, hoping that it would encourage Janus to go for it! His sides were a pretty decent spot but nothing mind meltingly bad!

“But I am tickling you? Is there a parti-”

“ARMPITS! ARMPITS! AHARMPITS!”

Janus smirked. Of course he knew from lots and lots of experience that Remus would want him to go for the kill. But he also knew from that experience that Remus could be teased a little. It was always a balancing act between riling him up further and frustrating him to the point he would rather not be tickled anymore. He was never shy around wanting tickles, makes sense as he dealt with any thoughts or wants that were seen as weird or taboo. Of course he would totally miss that some people would feel shy or embarrassed around wanting to be absolutely wrecked with tickles.

“Oh armpits? Hm... I’ll give you an option...”

“Ohokay!” Remus then perked up. Everything about him now tensed ready for whatever torture he was about to happily agree to. All those same thoughts came rushing back. Just what would he destroy him with! Brushes? Restraints?

“You have two choices,” Janus deliberately paused, taking an immense delight in seeing Remus squirm in excitement, “Two of each of my arms will tickle a different spot. Or... all six of them get your armpits?”

Remus paused carefully before slowing creeping out his answer, “Hmm... if I find that six in the armpits is too much or doesn’t tickle much after awhile, can I-”

“Then I’ll swap to the other choice,” Janus smiled, he wasn’t stupid enough to think that he was in charge during these moments. This was all about what Remus wanted, and if he took some enjoyment from seeing the cocky side desperate with laughter, then that was only for him to know.

“Okay!” Remus cheered and now fully relaxed against the bed all over again.

This time, Janus didn’t wait. It was becoming obvious that Remus was getting impatient and needed his dose of tickles now. So he launched into his attack.

Three hands per pit scribbling away. But he made sure to kept each pit experiencing different tickles. On his right, his three hands merely tickled different parts of the pit. One in the middle, another tracing down his arm and the last practically tweaking away at his highest ribs. But the other... it was a free for all with all three hands clamouring for the sweet spot of Remus’ death spot.

Not that any of that mattered to Remus. All he was aware of was that he was being tickled. Lots. Like a LOT.

“AAAAAAH AAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA AAAAAAAAH!” Remus shrill shrieks sounded like music to Janus’ ears. Joyful squeaks and a waterfall of cackly laughter. He wouldn’t last long. Not that he ever did. Tears were now prickling at his eyes.

And the restlessness and thoughts remained completely silenced.

#ts remus #ts deceit #Tickling #tickletober 2020 #fanfic #fluff #Turtle writing

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foxfire-midnight-wings-writing · 4 years

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The Sky Burns with Fire

Second part of the Spider Virgil series!

For those of you who enjoyed these so far, this is going to be part of a series! You can find the series under the fanfic masterlist, if you’re interesting in looking at that one too. If you’d like to talk more about this AU, you can send me an ask at @foxfire-and-midnight-wings or on here.

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Warnings: Hinted panic attack, mention of spider traits, anxious/depressive/intrusive thoughts, mental breakdowns, self-blame/self-hate, unhealthy coping mechanisms, allusion to self-harm, overworking/overexertion and mention of the collapse that happens afterward,

[Argument Aftermath]

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Virgil goes into his room to see Janus and Remus already there, the former who looks pretty guilty

Virgil is still shaking, and when Janus sees the state he’s in, his guilt increases by tenfold

Both Janus and Remus back off to give him space, and Janus ask Virgil if he wants them to leave

“Please, don’t.” “... Alright, but if you change your mind, please let us know.”

Virgil goes into his side bathroom and takes off his makeup, and then changes into his hoodie that Remus made specifically to let his spider legs through too

He goes out and climbs into his hanging hammock, and just curls up underneath the covers for a while

He has to forcefully remind himself to do the 4-8-7 exercise, which he is very thankful about because it helps him try to get his mind off of what happened

His anxiety keeps throwing thoughts through his head that he knows aren’t true, but it still made it hard for him to focus at times

Janus makes them all some tea, and starts to try and make Virgil a snack to eat

Remus remembers about how Virgil would sometimes have worse panic attacks if he was around others in a quiet room, so he starts to hum really loud

Janus eventually joins him, and after a couple minutes they’re both quietly singing an abundance of different musical songs

The singing mixed with the breathing exercise helps Virgil have something else to distract him from his thoughts. He was tempted to blast music through his headphones to try and drown out the anxious thoughts, but once Remus started humming he decided against it

After around 30 minutes, Virgil is calm enough to come back down, and he takes the tea gratefully

It’s silent for maybe a minute, before Janus apologizes

He goes on to say that he knows they all said Virgil’s name was something that could be talked about and revealed, but that the situation was not the best place to say it.

“I know that this entire situation was agreed upon so we could help the others not know about our friendship, and so they wouldn’t question you about us. By making it an intentional topic of ‘tension’, it would deter them from asking about us, and in turn would prevent them from asking about your spider traits. But if you want us to stop or to bring back the intensity, please let us know. I know that the acting can get intense, and that it may feel too real at times, and I want you to know that it’s okay if we need to change our plans.”

He goes on to say that he knows Virgil may need time away from them after some of their “arguments” to help calm down, and that it’s perfectly okay with both him and Remus.

Virgil is just sitting here drinking his tea after the first 5 minutes of this internally going “alright, okay, I know.”

After Janus is done with his long talk, Virgil just looks him in the eyes and goes “bitch”

At first, Janus isn’t sure how to react. Because he just spent over five minutes telling Virgil that if he needed the plan to change, it was perfectly fine with them. And the first thing Virgil says is “bitch.”

There’s like. A moment of silence before Janus just goes “Does that mean okay?? What????”

Virgil starts laughing at this, before nodding

The whole reason Virgil is doing this, which Janus and Remus catch onto, is because he’s scared to confront the problem in a serious talk due to his anxiety

It isn’t even the fact that he doesn’t want to talk about it, no, he really wants to!

But his anxiety just keeps screaming “serious talk = bad”

He doesn’t even know why, but that’s why he tries joking. Almost as a way to lift the atmosphere a little and to help him calm down a little bit

They spend a couple more minutes joking around a little before Remus goes “Seriously though, Virge, if you need us to stop we can.”

After that, they actually start to talk about it

Much to Virgil’s reluctance, because his anxiety is constantly screaming at him. Fears about them wanting to leave him, hating him, and them telling him they don’t want to be friends anymore swirl around in his head

(What if they want to use this as a cover-up to stop talking to me? What if they’re using it as a way to try and tell me they hate me? To let me down gently? What if, what if, what if-)

They agree that they’ll continue the plan (much to Janus’ reluctance because he still feels bad), and they will meet up after every argument to talk about what was said and how to move forward.

Janus keeps reiterating to them both that if they need a break after an argument that it’s fine and they just need to say so.

Janus makes them some halloween themes cookies with Virgil’s help, and Remus decorates (after he promises to only use icing)

Virgil admits while eating the cookies that the name reveal did make him a little anxious, but that he knew it was one of the topic that would come up eventually (even if it wasn’t from Remus or Janus)

He says that he just needed the time in his hammock to recharge mentally and to calm down a little

He doesn’t blame Janus, and just says that it “gives him more of a reason to be on bad terms with the ‘dark sides’”

Basically, he says “it’s cool, it just sped up the other sides being uncomfortable talking about you two around me”

Eventually, they eat an actual meal before going to hang out in Janus’s room underneath his heat lamp

They all accidentally fall asleep there, but none of them mind (it’s not the first time they did this)

(But they always make sure to not let ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ know what’s going on. No one bothers to try telling him what happened.)

[How is Patton after all of this?]

well, Patton is very clearly wrecked.

He doesn’t take well the fact that Virgil was hiding something like that from them. Why? Because he worries that Virgil didn’t feel safe enough around them to say his real name and that they just pressured him into saying it

He feels bad because this was revealed and knows that Virgil is probably taking the reveal as bad as him

Which makes him feel guilty because he feels like he shouldn’t be feeling this bad because it wasn’t him who had a secret revealed after a huge argument

Needless to say, he cries more than a few tears

He slowly starts to get some intrusive depressive thoughts

Mainly, self-hatred and blame

He starts to blame himself for what happened, for not being able to stop it. He basically ends up arguing with himself over the entire situation

‘You should’ve done more, now look what happened. Virgil and Janus are both hurt, Virgil had a secret revealed and is probably having a panic attack over it, and you’re not even there to comfort him. What kind of father are you if you’re not even able to be there for your family?’

‘No, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it. They were already too far gone when I tried to intervene.’

‘Oh? Then why didn’t you intervene earlier?’

‘...’

‘Why didn’t you stop them sooner? Why didn’t you?’

‘I-... I don’t know...’

‘That’s a lie. You know exactly why. You just won’t admit it.’

‘Shut up. You’re not real, and you’re wrong. That wasn’t why’

‘Ah, but you know why, you just admit it. You just don’t want to face it.’

‘You were scared. But of who?’

‘See, that’s the thing! I don’t have a reason to have been scared.’

‘But you still didn’t do anything. You could’ve, but you didn’t. You were scared. You were a coward,’

‘Shut up! Just shut up!’

Patton, unlike Virgil or Remus, doesn’t have any way he’s found to fully drown the voice in his head out. He tries music, but it rarely works.

It’s a good thing that they’re not real, otherwise he definitely would’ve damaged his hearing by how loud he would play it.

There’s one other way that he’s tried to get it to stop but... he really doesn’t want to resort to that. He knows it’s unhealthy, and he really hates doing it

But sometimes it feels like it’s the only escape

So this time, when he spends 10 minutes blasting his music through his earbuds at maximum volume and the thoughts are still racing through his head, he makes up his mind

He takes off his earbuds and turns his phone off before locking his door. After all, he doesn’t want anyone to find out what he’s about to do

[How is Roman?]

He’s not taking it well. Like, at all. And that’s putting it lightly

He feels extremely mad at himself, but he feels overwhelming anger at Janus

‘How could he just say that?! Has he no pride or respect?’

Hidden underneath all the layers of anger, is guilt, shame, and fear

He blames himself for Virgil hiding his name, and he fears that his nicknames and teasing was actually taken seriously

He knows it probably wasn’t, considering Virgil often engaged in the banter and they rarely got into an actual argument. Most of the time they were small, teasing arguments.

He fears that what he perceived as fun banter was actually being taken seriously and to heart. And that scares him most of all

Following the guilt of the possible miscommunication is shame

‘I’m the hero, I should’ve realized it was making him uncomfortable! And I should’ve seen if he was truly hurt by it,’ he thinks, ‘But I’m not, am I? There’s bound to have been signs that he was taking it seriously, but if I don’t really know him as well as I thought, how could I expect those little cues that I’m familiar with to have been true?’

‘Just how much was shown, but brushed off? Did I really fail to notice all of this for so long?’

After this, the anger is quickly drown out by the overwhelming guilt and shame.

It only takes a few more minutes for the tears to start to fall

Distantly, he wonders what else Virgil felt he had to hide from them just to avoid being ridiculed or hurt

The crying slowly morphs into a full-blown mental breakdown.

It lasts maybe 15, maybe 30 minutes. He’s not fully aware of how much time passes, but he knows that afterwards he is exhausted.

He takes a good 4 to 5 hour nap after he finishes, the mental and physical drain having finally taken its toll and making him basically pass out

When he wakes up, he still feels just as drained as before, but now he has a headache to accompany it

He feels super shitty, but knows that Virgil probably was also having a rough time with his anxiety and was probably worried that they would think of him differently, so he makes up his mind on what to do

After all, he couldn’t tell how much time had really passed (and was frankly too tired to bother checking), so he rules out trying to go to the Imagination

Normally, when he needed something to distract himself with, or he needed to let out some pent-up anger, he would go into the Imagination. He didn’t always go there, but when the thoughts were all-consuming and he needed a physical outlet, the Imagination was the best coping mechanism he could find

He knew it was much better than any other possibly more harmful alternatives (but he sometimes still succumbed to them. Not often, but sometimes he couldn’t help it.)

While his weren’t obvious in how they were harmful, if you saw how he looked afterwards you could tell it was hurting him.

What did he do?

He overworked himself.

Painting until his fingers hurt too much to move, making music on different instruments until his mouth hurt and his fingers refused to move in time, creating drawings until his tools broke or his hand hurt too much to continue, dancing until he collapsed, the list goes on.

Basically, he worked himself until he either was in too much pain to continue or until he collapsed

In addition to all this, he didn’t want his creations to see him like this, or worse, be influenced by his state. That would only lead to disaster, and he knew that from experience.

What he decides to do isn’t much better than what he normally would’ve, but he’s going to make a large painting with Virgil’s full name displayed and a bunch of different designs around it

Storm clouds, purple and black striped hearts, gothic architecture, spider webs, etc.

He promises himself not to work himself to the point he normally would’ve, just to make sure no one else noticed. He wanted to give Virgil something to help him know that he’s loved and appreciated

If Virgil saw him absolutely wrecked because of it? He knew that Virgil would just blame himself for it

So he gets to work on the painting, which is huge.

Like, it’s probably ~8 by ~6 feet. Like I said, it’s huge

And he basically holes himself up there for multiple hours. He doesn’t bother checking the time, he just wants this done and to be the best it can be

Which, honestly, isn’t good. He almost works himself down like he normally would, but then he stops to think about what to do as a “break”

He doesn’t want to stop being productive because he hates the feeling of not doing anything, or having anything to focus on, and he knows that if he is left alone with his thoughts he will probably spiral again

So he goes to Logan to ask if there’s anyone famous in history with the name Virgilius, hopefully someone with written works so he can put different quotes there

He’s rewarded with Logan’s research (but he’s too caught up in his own work to notice how frazzled Logan looks) and goes to add on little quotes from the poets Publius Vergilius Maro and Virgil Carianopol, along with the writer Virgil the Grammarian

It takes him another couple of hours to figure out which quotes he wants to find, because he wanted some that he felt Virgil would like, which was fairly hard at times.

It helped give his hands a little bit of a break, but honestly? Not much. Instead of drawing and painting, they were typing. He considers it a break, though, so that’s what matters to him.

He finished the painting, at last, and finally looks at the time

Turns out he spent almost a full 24 hours just on the painting and research. He knows that it’s probably not good that he completed such a large project in such a short amount of time, but he’s just glad it’s done

[What about Logan? How is he coping with all of this?]

Logan is the definition of unhealthy coping mechanisms

He writes down Virgil’s full name and starts to research anything and everything relating to the name

Astronomy, philosophy, psychology, everything.

he writes down every single person and makes sure to take time after he writes down all their names to actually look into them as people, and not just their works.

This is how he copes a lot of the time, actually

He tries to drown out the thoughts in his head threatening to make him finally break distract himself by finding out different or unusual facts about anything he can

This leads to him often researching and theorizing about the most obscure things. For example, once he was going down the rabbit hole fo snake research and started wondering just how much of the stuff he had found out applied to Janus. Could he unhinge his whole jaw, or at leas the snake part? Could his snake mouth even open? Did he have fangs? Venom?

(it wasn’t because Janus just revealed his name after he was forcefully silenced in an episode, and he couldn’t face the fact that it had actually happened just yet, it wasn’t.)

So, that’s how he was coping. The problem with his method is that he tended to get... too into what he was researching

This means that he often neglected anything else that wasn’t his work. If he wasn’t researching, he was planning and graphing, and if he wasn’t doing any of that? You could probably find him doing his own experiments in his room

(Some of which could get dangerous and explode, but that was the point, wasn’t it?)

The other sides call this his “Scientist Mode”, because they’ve caught him in the middle or at the end of the time he did this enough times that they just thought it was part of him being ‘logic’

They failed to look anywhere past that, but if they looked just a little closer, they would’ve seen what it had done to him.

To be fair, he was really good at covering it up. After all, when you’re an actor you have to use logic to figure out the best way to either hide something, or to highlight it

Many people, and even the other sides themselves, seemed to forget how much logic you have to use when acting and preforming

Sure, you do have to use creativity and you are essentially lying to the audience, but you also have to know how humans work to get the correct points across.

So anyways, Logan is also a really good actor, but instead of pretending to be happy like Patton or self-assured like Roman, he focuses on hiding all his emotions from the others

Which also means hiding anything he knows may cause them to be concerned for him

Hiding dark circles, straightening and ironing his clothes when he actually slept in them, standing straight instead of slouched down, etc.

He knows exactly how to hide all the details that the others would look for when trying to make sure he’s okay, and that’s what can get so dangerous

Because no one sees the exhaustion pulling at his bones, the way his mind is hazy and barely there, or the way that he takes maybe a second to long to respond

But if they looked close enough, they could see the glazed and distant look in his eyes. The way his movements were a little too stiff or a little too slow. Some of the smallest, but still noticeable details

Only two sides have confronted him about it, the third watching with silent concern. But he convinced them not to say anything. So they offer him a place to rest and recover, but they all three know that if they say something to the other sides, no one will listen

Maybe that’s what makes them reach out to him. Maybe it was something else

But those three sides are not there to see what he’s doing. They’re not there to see the mess he’s slowly becoming and the way he is throwing himself into his work this time

Which also means that there’s no one there to stop him and make him take a break

So, internally grateful that they’re not here to pull him away from his work, he dives headfirst into the research

Hours pass, and he hasn’t slowed down in the slightest. His hand starts to cramp, but he ignores it. They’re not real, so it shouldn’t hurt him in the long run.

He knows it’s not healthy, but he can’t bring himself to stop

He doesn’t get anything to eat or drink, opting to stay in his room. ‘It’s to maximize productivity’ he tells himself

Sometimes he wonders if this is the reason why Thomas has such a hard time getting and staying on a schedule

He does this more than he’d ever willingly admit, and he knows that it’s not good. So he limits himself to 5 hours at the max on days or nights when they have something important coming up.

After countless hours of research, when his hands are screaming in pain and barely able to move anymore, Roman comes to his door asking for his help

“I need anything you have on famous writers or poets with the name Virgilius. Don’t ask why yet, just please give me anything you’ve got.”

“How do you know I’ve got anything?”

“Logan, you’re surrounded by papers. Plus, this is an important reveal, I wouldn’t be surprised if you heard his name and geeked out because it matched the name of someone you know existed.”

“Okay, and?”

“And, while I probably would do that too, I need the name and information you can give me. It’s for a project.”

“... Fine”

Logan makes copies of his notes and hands Roman the papers he thinks would be helpful for whatever it is he’s doing, but makes sure to try and cover up the exhaustion and pain in his body and voice.

Luckily for him, Roman grabbed the papers and ran back to his room immediately afterwards, not even sparing him a second glace

He secretly wishes that he had. Wishes he noticed the pain he was in and forced him to take a break, while helping keep him distracted still.

But he knows that won’t happen, so he turns back to his computer and gets back to work

No one sees him leave his room for the next 36 hours

Only three people grow concerned, but they know they can’t talk to him about it because they worry it would make his situation worse. They know he was using it to get his mind off what recently happened, so they knew that seeing any of them would only remind him of what he was trying to ignore

All of them, even Logan himself, know that he’ll have to face it eventually. But something about having a lot of knowledge and facts about a situation is comforting to him. So, he continues to work until he passes out, at which point he knew he couldn’t put off facing what had happened

[What about the last side, ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛?]

He doesn’t care much for what’s happening, honestly

Janus, Remus, and Virgil always ignore him and try to keep him away from everyone as much as possible

He doesn’t really know exactly what’s going on, but he has a vague idea due to over hearing Remus talking once

He also had heard Janus shush him as soon as he started speaking, not wanting ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ to know what was happening

The other ‘light sides’ know who he is, but make sure to avoid him at all costs... well, they knew him at one point

He hasn’t seen some of them in so long, he wouldn’t be surprised if one or more of them forgot he existed

Correction: he wouldn’t be surprised if they forgot who he is. He knows that they remember what he is

All in all, ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛’s not really involved much in this. He doesn’t really care about it either way

[Why was Virgil's name such a big deal?]

As we've seen, names are usually something that aren't given away immediately

For Virgil, when he was giving them his name, it was a sign of trust

Now, everyone's reactions may seen to have been... Over the top, right? A little dramatic, maybe, or too much?

The reason all of this happened though, wasn't just because of his name

It was because this was just one small part, the tipping point, of a longer series of events

By the time that Virgil and Janus finally got into an argument, tensions had already been running high between them

Not only had the events of Selfishness v Selflessness been a trainwreck on their own

Add in the fact that tensions continued to rise between the sides afterward? It’s a recipe for disaster to occur eventually

The Roman, Logan, and Patton had been forced to watch as things slowly started to spiral out of control

For Patton, this means he kept having doubts and insecurities that slowly piled up

He always feels like he needs to be the "more responsible side" because he knows Thomas listens to him the most, and that was something that affected him a lot during the courtroom scenes

He tries to be the best he can, even if that means trying to repress the negative feelings and thoughts he has, but he still doesn’t feel like it’s enough

And while they did have the talk earlier in the series about Patton's repression, that doesn't mean he immediately stopped

After repressing things for so long, you get into the habit of hiding it. You make it your default, and that's an incredibly hard habit to break

The problem is, no one else has realized that, while Patton said he would try, he is still repressing things. Which leads to his doubts, insecurities, and stress multiplying exponentially

For Roman, he had insecurities about his creations and placement among the other sides

Knowing that Virgil hid something considered so important from all of them?

Not only does it hurt, it feels like a stab in the chest of 'you're the reason he doesn't trust everyone'

No one else has noticed his self-destructive tendencies because he always makes sure to hide everything behind the egotistical persona he uses

Both Patton and Roman struggle with feeling like they're not good enough

They feel like they have to be perfect in everything they do, hence Patton's repression and Roman trying to always "be the hero", even when it hurts them more in the end

For Logan, he already has struggled with his emotions for a while. Having this event just makes some of his coping a little more obvious in its detriment

He is another example of the sides not realizing another one of them is hurting, mainly because they've been doing it for so long that they thought that was normal for them

Hell, Logan knows it's bad for his health, but because he's always preaching about good routines, everyone assumes he knows what he's doing

(Note: he doesn't. He hides his emotions so much from the others that when he gets like this, it's everything coming out all at once. There's just too much that he repressed that when it finally breaks through he can't do anything to stop it)

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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Remus’s Evil Teases

Remus is in a playful and mischievous mood for tickles and teases. So, being the expressive person he is with full confidence in himself, Remus finds ways to encourage the sides to give him what he desperately craves.

Disclaimer: Slightly dirty. But go figure: This is Remus we're talking about. Be thankful I managed to dumb down his dirty mind THIS much! I slowly let loose of the dirty mindedness near the end, so be forewarned...

Remus grabbed a light green shirt from his closet and placed it onto his table. Using a piece of cardboard underneath the shirt, Remus grabbed a few sharpie* markers and began writing something in black. When he was finished, Remus conjured up a few feathers and began gluing them to his shirt. When he was done, Remus put his shirt on and looked in his body mirror.

He had grabbed a green t-shirt, but out a circle on the front to expose his belly button, and covered the shirt in sharpie marker. He had also covered certain spots in a few different colors and made a legend on the back of his shirt.

LEGEND: Blue = Giggles yellow = laughter red = I'm Gonna Die

Remus smiled at himself in the mirror. This was certainly going to get their attention! Then, Remus walked out of the room and just walked into the living room. Remus took a seat on the couch, near where Virgil was watching some show on TV. Though he looked really invested, Virgil actually was less invested and more focusing on other things in the room. It didn't take long for his eyes to fall on Remus and his...casual shirt?

Virgil looked closer at it...Then, it clicked! Remus was trying to tell him something! Something familiar!

Right away, Virgil couldn't help but smile when he read Remus's customized t-shirt. He knew exactly what was going on! Virgil had seen something similar to this before. Back when they were kids, Virgil used to tickle Remus when he kept bugging him for it. So, this seemed like another amazing opportunity to wreck the man.

"Hey Remus..." Virgil called.

Remus looked at Virgil with a big smile on his face. "Yes?" Remus replied.

Virgil scooted himself closer to Remus with a smirk on his own face as well. "I uh...I couldn't help but notice your shirt..." Virgil commented, flicking one of the green feathers on the shirt.

"Mmmm, yeeessssss?" Remus said, smoothly agreeing as he listened.

"I guess you're in one of THOSE moods, huh?" Virgil asked. Remus smirked in a very smug way as he scratched the back of his neck with his hand. His neck wasn't really itchy. He just wanted to further tempt and tease Virgil by 'unintentionally' lifting up his armpit.

Virgil noticed and began to narrow his eyes in focus, like a predator would to focus on their prey. Remus was being very subtle and evil with his movements. Virgil knew what he was craving. He's seen it all before. But should he go for it? Or should he wait, and make him suffer in suspense? Suspense would allow Virgil to be evil right back to him, and boy was that tempting...But Virgil didn't wanna be mean either. He knew Remus's patience scale and his ability to annoy people into submission. So, Virgil decided to start now, and increase his movements quickly.

"Well?" Remus asked, moving his bangs out of the way to expose his armpit. Virgil smirked and finally struck! He wiggled his fingers on Remus's exposed armpit, and kept his fingers there as they were lightly smucked by Remus's arm.

"HA! Hahahahaha! Nihihice ohohone!" Remus complimented, pointing at Virgil with his other finger.

"Thanks! Buuuuut what about here?" Virgil asked, poking Remus in the ribs. "Or here?" Virgil gave Remus's hips a quick squeeze. "Maybe here?" Virgil squeezed his friend's sides a few times before retreating his hand. Remus Let out a few separate guffaws, and quickly fell into a short giggle fit. Virgil hopped himself over to Remus and held up his curled fingers. "How aboooouuutt...HERE!" Virgil declared before digging his wiggling fingers into Remus's exposed belly button.

Remus threw his head back and let out some wild cackles.

"Oooh! That's a good spot. I think I'm gonna stay here for a bit." Virgil decided as he continued to squeeze, wiggle and lightly dig his fingers into his exposed belly.

"HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Remus laughed manically. Virgil smiled happily as he listened to his laughter.

"Listen to how nice your laugh is...It's so nice! In fact..." Virgil reacted before lifting his right hand. "I'm gonna put you into further suspense." Virgil explained as he placed his hand across both of Remus's eyes.

"Nohoho...Nonononono. No. No way. That is not happening." Remus mumbled as he lifted his arms up to pull Virgil's blindfold off his eyes. But, Virgil predicted this. So, Virgil used his conjuring abilities. With a few purple ribbons of magic, Remus had a permanent blindfold on his eyes. Virgil smiled and removed his hand slowly.

"Now I have two hands for tickling my hungry lee." Virgil teased. Remus's giggles almost immediately began to get longer and louder. Virgil removed his fingernails from his tummy, and readied them above the tummy. "3...2...1!" Virgil counted down before surprising Remus with spider fingers all over his belly with both hands!

"AAA! WAHAHAHAhahahaha! NUHUHUHUHUuuu!" Remus reacted, giggling helplessly as Virgil lightly spidered up his front ribs.

Virgil brought his eager fingers back down to Remus's tummy. As he crawled them up and down his tummy, Virgil made little baby noises! "Goochy-goochy-goochy-goochy-goo! A goochy-goochy-goochy-goochy-goo!" Virgil teased.

Remus giggled as he squirmed around little by little. He didn't wanna squirm around too much! That would be rude! "Ihihihihihit tihihihihicklehehehes!" Remus reacted.

Virgil paused his fingers. He widened his eyes and dropped his jaw like a dramatic patent to their child. "Really?! This-" Virgil continued his tickly spider fingers for a few seconds before retreating them. "-tickles you?! I had no idea!" Virgil joked.

"NOHOHohoho! Dohohon't behehe lihihihike thahahat!" Remus begged, attempting to push Virgil's arms away, but only ended up pushing on air instead.

"Like what? Like this?" Virgil asked as he started up his spidery fingers on Remus's sides and ribs. "Don't be all teasy with my fingers and my words at once?" Virgil asked.

"Yahahahaha! Thehehe fihihingehehers ahahare fihihihine, buhut...Yohohohour wohohohords ahare muhuhuch wohohohorse!" Remus told him.

Virgil narrowed his eyes as he crawled his fingers up to the top of Remus's ribcage. "Do you even realize what position you are in right now? You are being dominated a lot right now." Virgil reminded him as he began fluttering his fingers in his armpits. Just as Remus clamped his arms down, Virgil leaned into Remus's ear teasily and seductively. "Let's not deny the truth. You loooove this...You love aaaaaalllll of this..." Virgil softly stated through his breathy whispers into Remus's ear. With his point across, Virgil sat himself up straight and dug his fingers deeply into his armpits.

"YOHOHOHOHOHOU! YOHOHOHOU'RE EHEHEHEVIHIHIHIL! SOHOHOHO EHEHEHEVIHIHIHIHIL!" Remus shouted through his hysterical laughter.

"Oh I know. Is that a challenge though?" Virgil asked.

Remus shook his head desperately, but nothing was gonna stop Virgil from doing the unthinkable: Virgil leaned himself over above his stomach and...blew a raspberry right on his belly!

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!" Remus screeched helplessly.

Virgil resumed his tickly fingers inside Remus's armpits. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! A tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle Remus!" Virgil teased further.

"VIHIHIHIRGIHIHIHIL! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Remus begged.

"Please? Please what? Please...give me another raspberry? Of course! I'd love to!" Virgil asked. Then, Virgil leaned his face into Remus's belly and blew another raspberry!

"EEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!" Remus shouted.

"No more? Okay. No more tickles in your armpits." Virgil told him. Virgil stopped his fingers and patiently waited for Remus to loosen his arms so he could remove his fingers. With Virgil's fingers now free, Virgil wrapped his hands around Remus's sides. "But..." Virgil started, before leaning in closer to his belly. "...That didn't mean 'no more raspberries'...Did it?" Virgil told him before taking in a BIG breath and blowing another raspberry!

"GAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! COHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON VIHIHIHIRGIHIHIHIL!" Remus squealed helplessly as he squeezed his eyes shut and squirmed.

"Come on? What do you want me to do this time?" Virgil asked.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHASE STAHAHAHAHAP!" Remus shouted back.

"Ooooh...Please stop making me wait! Okay. I get it! I should increase the frequency of the raspberries! Okay." Virgil guessed yet again.

Virgil took a big breath and began letting out little raspberries one after the other!

"NOHOHOHO! VihihihirgiHIHIHIL NOHOhohoho! ThahahAHAT'S NAHAhahat whahat IHIHIHI MEHEheheheant!" Remus told him as his laughter jumped up and down in volume.

"What could you have possibly meant?" Virgil asked before continuing with his raspberries.

"IHIHIHihi meheheahant stAHAHAHAHAP Wihihihith thehEHEHE RAHAHAHASPBEHEHEheheherries!" Remus clarified desperately.

"Ooooooh! Okay. I'll stop now." Virgil told him. He straightened himself up again and began to remove the blindfold. When Remus opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Virgil's toothy smile. "Did you have fun?" Virgil asked.

Remus smiled happily. "Yes! That was so fun! That was amazing! I couldn't have asked for better." Remus complimented endlessly. Virgil giggled happily as he made his ribbon blindfold disappear. When that was gone, Virgil gave Remus a hand up and brought him to his feet.

"You okay?" Virgil asked, giving Remus a pat on the back.

"Yeah, I'm alright." Remus replied.

"Good." Virgil concluded before walking towards the kitchen. Remus waved Virgil off.

When Virgil was gone, Remus slowly began to drop his smile. It felt somewhat short. He didn't want it to end so quickly. He wanted it to go a little longer. Was that too much to ask for longer tickle sessions?

So, Remus decided to look for someone else who can tickle him to bits. While walking around, he happened to come across Janus who was playing a switch game. Remus smiled and walked in. Remus ran up and belly flopped himself onto his bed.

Janus turned his head towards the man who was wearing...casual clothes beside him. "Hi Remus." Janus greeted casually.

"Hi Dee!" Remus greeted back.

"What's the occasion?" Janus asked.

"Does there have to be?" Remus asked.

"You're dressed so fancy." Janus stated.

Remus looked down at his shirt, and looked up at Janus again with a smile. "I know! I made it myself." Remus declared proudly.

"Really? I couldn't tell." Janus commented.

Remus narrowed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at him with a smile. Janus replied with his own tongue. "Can you read it?" Remus asked.

"No. It's in chicken scratch." Janus told him.

Remus's smile quickly dropped to an annoyed frown. Janus let out a giggle and pointed at the shirt. "'Feel free to tickle me' 'Great choice!' 'giggle spot' 'Suuuuper ticklish'" Janus read out. Remus awkwardly smiled as little bashful giggles began to leave his mouth. "It also says 'Use anything' on it. Anything? Nothing is off limits?" Janus clarified.

"Anything can be used." Remus replied.

Janus narrowed his eyes. "hair brushes?" Janus asked.

"Yup!" Remus replied.

"Pencils?" Janus asked.

"Go ahead!" Remus replied.

"Make up brushes?" Janus suggested.

"Big or small." Remus replied.

"Toothbrushes?" Janus asked.

"Electric or manual." Remus replied excitedly.

"Pipe cleaners?" Janus asked curiously.

"Why not." Remus replied.

Janus smiled evilly. "Let's do it." Janus declared. In a matter of seconds, Janus had tackled Remus down to the ground, and had began studying the useful information on Remus's shirt. Using the legend on the back, Janus began to pinpoint the worst spots from the rest of the spots.

"Hmmm...So this shirt has some really interesting information. Some of it I was aware of, but there are some new spots. For example: The back of your ribs-"

Janus began digging his fingers deeply into the left side of Remus's back. "OhohoHOHO GAHAHAHAD!" Remus shouted suddenly.

"-are very ticklish for you. Yet the sides of the spine-"

Janus dug a single finger into the right side of Remus's spine, and began digging deeply and wiggling in to play with the nerves there. "AHAHAHAHAHA! SHIHIHIHIHIHIT!" Remus cackled.

"-are a death spot." Janus finally concluded. The evil little snake began looking around further for more spots when a single written phrase caught his eye: 'Give the hip a dig, and I snort like a pig!'

Just for a curious experiment, Janus dug a thumb into Remus's hip. Remus threw his head back and let out a low cackle. When he lost all his breath, he didn't just silently breathe to get his breath back. He made a snorting sound, before falling into high-pitched giggles!

Janus removed his thumb and covered his mouth in shock. "You DO snort!" Janus reacted suddenly. Janus suddenly shoved his thumbs into both of his hips to get as big of a reaction that he can.

"ooOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO- *snort* NOHOHOHOHOHO! *snort* STAHAHAHA- *snort* STAHAHAP IHIHIHI- *snort* -HIHIHIT!" Remus jolted sharply, unable to hendle the sudden burst of energy that took over every thought in his brain. Remus wasn't able to think of anything else, except for 'tickle!' 'laugh!' 'squirm!'. Janus leaned back for the slightest amount of time and dug into his hips again. "WAAAAAAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! NO! *snort* IHI'M GONNA FUHUHUCKIHIHING BUHUHUHURST!" Remus shouted amidst the overwhelmingly ticklish feeling.

Janus clicked his tongue in a disappointed manner. "Such a dramatic boy..." Janus teased as he kept on lifting and digging his thumbs to give Remus quick jolts of cackles and snorts. "It's a shame you wrote it down for the house to read. Otherwise, you wouldn't be snorting in the clutches of the eeeeevil snake boy." Janus teased.

"OHOHOHO- *snort* STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!" Remus shouted back.

"Why would I stop? You're enjoying it, aren't you?" Janus asked.

"NOHOHOHO! IHI- *snort* IHIHIHI'M NAHAHAT!" Remus replied loudly.

"Oh! So, you wouldn't mind if I just stopped digging into your precious hips?" Janus asked as he lifted his thumbs away and allowed Remus's laughter to die down.

After Remus collected himself together, Remus looked around a bit and looked at Janus with a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "Why did you stop? I was fine. I could've lasted a little lo-" Remus asked, before realizing that this was Janus's plan for proving his point. Remus slowly dropped his pointed finger. When he felt his confidence coming back, Remus lifted his head up high and looked at Janus with as much egotistic confidence that he could muster. "That's right. I like it, and I'm proud of it." Remus announced. Janus raised his eyebrows in surprise, and slowly allowed a toothy smile to show up in admiration. "Now..." Remus started before growing bashful once again. "...Can you please tickle me again?" Remus asked in a loud whisper.

Janus made a big smirk as he walked closer to the man. "A royal pleasure, my Duke." Janus replied with a hand on his chest. Janus reached his gloved hands right up to Remus's armpits and scratched them in a teasy fashion. Remus almost immediately clamped his arms closed and hung his head as giggles and laughs left his mouth. Wanting just a little more, Janus dug a slight bit harder into the armpits and reached for the back and the upper armpit as well as the lower armpit.

"HahahahAHAHAHAHA! JAHAHAHANUHUHUHUS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Remus yelled with a squeal.

"Yes, my Duke?" Janus replied formally.

"IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES AHAHA LOHOHOHOT!" Remus replied.

"Really? I had no idea. I just assumed you were laughing at me because it didn't tickle." Janus replied smugly back.

"SUHUHUHUCK MYHY DIHIHIHIHICK!" Remus shouted amidst his laughter.

"Says the man with the top energy." Janus commented. Not wanting to see Remus's reaction, Janus stopped his tickly fingers and grabbed a hold of Remus's underarms. With his strong grip, Janus sat Remus up and looked deeply into his eyes with a snaky, yet genuine smile. Then, he slithered his one hand onto Remus's back, and began poking and roughly digging his fingers and drawing circles all over the tight muscles on his back.

Remus softly smiled and melted into the calming massage he was getting. Searching around, Janus began wriggling his fingers on certain parts of the man's back and began receiving a few giggles and snorts as a reward. Slowly, Janus lightly dragged his gloved fingernails up to his shoulder blades and dug into the muscle-filled inner hollows.

Remus let out a long, high-pitched squeak and fell into helpless squeaks and giggles.

"I don't know if this is intentional or not, but you're beginning to sound like a squeaky little mouse." Janus teased, giving Remus's chin a little tickle. Remus giggled and looked away bashfully as he tried to get away from the tickly finger. "Are you a cute little mouse?" Janus asked. Remus nodded with a giggle. "Perhaps a cute little mouse, with a cute little snout?" Janus asked Remus as he booped Remus's nose. Remus narrowed his eyes with a smirk and stuck his tongue out.

Janus gasped and narrowed his eyes as he began to plot. "Now now now, watch your actions. You don't wanna make anyone angry, do you?" Janus warned.

"Try me!" Remus shot back.

Janus sighed and rested his chin on his hand. "Remus, Remus, Remus...Don't you ever learn?"

Janus brought his fingers down to Remus's middle again and dug them deep into the hollows of his hips. Remus shrieked in pure shock and practically fell into a puddle of babbles, snorts and laughter.

*snort* "SAHAHARRY! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO DAHAHAHAHAHAHIHIHIHIHIHI!" Remus shouted, struggling to get any words out.

"Unfortunately for you, it is too late for sorry's now. But, I do apologize because I can't seem to understand what you're saying." Janus spoke with teasy wisdom.

Remus only continued to giggle and snort all hysterically. "YOHOHOHOHOUHU'RE SOHOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEHE- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Remus shouted at him.

"I'm so what? What is it you're trying to say Remus?" Janus asked.

"MEHEHEHEHEAN! *snort* SOHOHOHO- *snort* SOHOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEAHAHAN!" Remus yelled back.

"Ooooh! You think I'm mean? How unfortunate. You poor unfortunate soul..." Janus playfully mocked, referencing Ursula's song from The Little Mermaid. "What if I were to just..." Janus asked curiously as he lifted his hands up and began attacking Remus's belly.

"EEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEK! HAHAHAHAHA- *snort* -HAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHE!" Remus squealed frantically.

"It's no wonder you enjoy this. Tickling you is really fun!" Janus admitted, telling the truth this time. Remus covered up his face as a blush began to lovingly grow onto his face.

"Interesting...You're blushing. Is that blush from embarrassment? Or from the tickling?" Janus asked as he lessened his fingers so he could talk. Janus slightly uncovered his eyes and looked away.

"Hehehehe...ohoho bohohoy...ehembahaharrahassmehehehent...Yohohohour cohohomplihimehehents ahahare mahahakihihing mehehe bluhuhuhush..." Remus replied.

Janus smiled genuinely. "That's good. That means the teasing's working." Janus explained for himself.

Remus nodded his head and gave Janus a wobbly smile before falling into even more giggles! Janus had increased his tummy tickles again! And to add to it, Janus was lightly dipping his finger into Remus's belly button! Remus continued to giggle and squeal as he squirmed and kicked his feet.

"Your belly button is very deep." Janus commented.

Remus shook his head as he giggled. "Ihihihi knohohohow..." Remus replied.

"I like it. It's so deep! I could put some ketchup in it and just dip some chicken strips into it." Janus added.

Remus's giggles got higher as he just imagined his belly button as a dip holder. That...doesn't sound like a bad idea! Maybe he should try that sometime!

Janus began to completely slow his fingers. Janus lifted his fingers off his belly, and allowed Remus to curl in and wipe away the phantom tickles.

"Are you okay? You're not dead, are you?" Janus asked.

"No...Thankfully, I'm not dead." Remus replied.

Janus nodded in reply. "Good." He said. "Now, I would like to keep on helping you, but I am getting a little tired. So, I'm gonna pick you up and place you into your room, so that you can get your energy back in peace." Janus explained nicely as he carried Remus bridal style towards his room. When Remus was placed onto his bed, Janus gave Remus his dark green octopus to sleep with and his pink Colon plushy to enjoy. Remus happily hugged both, and rolled himself around to try and take a rest. So, Janus left the man to take a nap.

As soon as the door clicked closed, Remus sat back up and placed his stuffies aside into the pile of stuffies he owned. Remus wiped off any extra phantom tickles that still plagued his body before sneaking himself out of his room.

Remus had a goal in mind: To be tickled using multiple strategies. So, who else would be the best tickle monster besides the most childish dad in the mind palace? No one except for Patton. Remus walked himself into Patton's humble little bedroom with his special green shirt on, and admired Patton as he worked on a closet wardrobe. It was kinda cute! It all started with a Star Wars shirt that said "Coolest Dad Ever" with the Darth Vader helmet pasted on the front. The black shirt was partly tucked in at the front with a pair of bright, high-hipped Charlie Boy-Style, Dad Jeans from Levi's. On top, Patton had placed an unbuttoned short-sleeved black and white plaid shirt. Remus nodded his head as he watched, thoroughly impressed with Patton's fashion statement. Looks like Roman didn't get ALL of the styling talents...

Remus leaned himself against Patton's door frame and let out a flirty wolf whistle. Patton lifted his head up and paused his styling for a moment, before turning around to see...Remus of all people?!

"Oh! Hi Remus!" Patton greeted, trying not to make his slightly flushed face recognizable.

"Hi Patton. Loving the outfit! Very chic!" Remus complimented, before sending Patton an Italian kiss.

Patton giggled happily. "Thank you! I really like it too." Patton replied.

"Using a bit of Star Wars jokes in your outfitting is always fun." Remus commented.

"Yes! Oh my gosh, I couldn't wait for this shirt to arrive!" Patton told him. The more Patton looked at the shirt and the outfit itself, the more Patton wanted to wear it. So: "You know what? Here!" Patton declared before he took his mannequin doll for a little spin. With a little bit of Mind magic, Patton and the mannequin changed clothes! The mannequin was wearing Patton's traditional clothes, while Patton was wearing his new favorite outfit! Patton straightened out his plaid shirt and fixed his glasses before turning towards Remus happily. "How do I look?" Patton asked.

Remus stared at the man in awe. He looked amazing! He looked so handsome and hot- Remus managed to forget how naive Patton really was! "I-I love it..." Remus replied in a somewhat quiet whisper. Patton gave Remus a genuine smile as he slowly hung his head to the side. "-But it's missing something!" Remus declared. Patton looked up and widened his eyes as he watched Remus make a hair accessory with his magic! It was...A pair of black cat ears!!

Patton gasped and squealed excitedly. "Really?! You think a pair of cat ears would-" Patton lowered his voice to a whisper. "...would work for an outfit like this?" Patton asked in a whisper between him and Remus. Remus gave Patton a confident nod and placed the fur-covered cat headband onto his head. "There. You are now a mix of hot, and cute." Remus declared. Patton smiled brightly at that. He loved the idea of looking handsome, but he always wanted to be seen as cute! So a bit of both was a good compromise.

"Nooooooww: Strike a pose!" Remus ordered proudly. Patton gasped and threw his hands up beside his head in claw form and smiled widely.

Remus started pretending to take pictures with his hands as he smoothly walked around like a photo shoot photographer. "Looking good! Loving the pop of the hips! Nooooow: Another pose!" Remus declared excitedly. Patton placed his right hand behind his head, his left hand on his hip and lifted his chin proudly with a smug smile. "Loving it, loving it, looking like a proud dad with cat ears!" Remus reacted. "Aaaaand...Brand new pose!" Remus ordered.

Patton curled his fingers into t-rex looking hands, and showed off his teeth like a hungry T-Rex. Remus bursted out laughing. "A dinosaur? Really?" Remus asked. Then, Patton began dancing and singing 'Walk the Dinosaur' by Was (Not Was).

🎶Open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur! Open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur!🎶 Patton sang excitedly. Remus just fell into further laughter from the song reference alone. The world knew how terrible the song was, which made it even better when you could joke about it!

"Walk the dinosaur...I forgot about that one...That's an old mistake of a song." Remus commented, reminiscing about the song and it's bad reviews in the 80's.

Patton gasped in surprise, and turned his head towards Remus with his jaw basically dropped to the ground. "What did you say?!" Patton asked.

Remus's eyes widened. This is it! This is how he could get Patton to tickle him! Just keep going! "...I said that the song was a mistake." Remus replied. Perfect. Now, to await his reaction.

Patton narrowed his eyes and began looking down at his shirt. Almost immediately after his eyes fell onto the feathers, Patton got a childish idea. Patton's jaw closed and a smirk began growing onto his face. This was Remus's sign that Patton was plotting exactly what he craved.

"Well...I would tackle you to the ground and forcefully argue your point...but," Patton said as he walked closer and closer to Remus. "I couldn't help but notice the shirt you were wearing. How convenient it is, that the shirt is giving me aaaaaallll the information I need..." Patton leaned his face right up to Remus. Then, Patton brought his voice down to a whisper. "...to change your mind." Patton whispered.

Patton happily gave Remus a poke on his belly.

He gave Remus another belly poke.

He added his left hand into the pokes. He increased his poking speed.

Finally, Patton began rapidly poking different highlighted spots on Remus's upper body. Remus quickly began attempting to defend himself with his arms and hand, and started letting out squeals with each and every poke.

"Stahahap ihihit..." Remus stated, before backing himself into a wall.

Patton smiled and stared at Remus in pure, devilish mischief. "Nowhere to run." Patton told him as he slowly lifted his wiggling hands up. Remus closed his eyes and braced for impact...

Remus started breathing heavily with a huge smile on his face while he waited...

Remus nervously waited for something to happen...

Remus began giggling as the anticipation slowly killed him...

Remus's giggles got louder...

And louder...he squeezed his eyes tighter...

He patiently waited for his inevitable doom...

...Nothing was happening...

Remus opened his eyes and found...an empty room. Patton was no longer in front of him. He left...What? Why?

Remus walked forward a few steps and began looking for the man. Remus spun around a bit, unable to find him anywhere! But suddenly, Remus let out a gasp and a surprise giggle as a pair of hands gripped his hips and squeezed them a few times.

"BAHAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHAHATTOHOHOHON!" Remus guffawed, immediately falling into laughter as he recognized the black blurs on the top of the person's head.

"Yeeeeessss?" Patton replied, leaning his head to the side to show Remus he had guessed correctly.

"WHYHYHYHYHY?!" Remus asked amidst his squirming and laughing.

"Because you liked suspense! I wasn't gonna be predictable by going for the kill then! A good tickler, always waits for the perfect moment." Patton explained. "And you of all people, should know that I am veeeery particular about this kind of thing. Why, I must be obsessive over it!" Patton added as he brought Remus onto his stomach. With Remus on his belly, Patton began moving his eager thumbs onto Remus's lower spine. When both thumbs were at either sides of the spine, Patton began digging, digging, digging into the lower spot!

Remus threw his head up and gasped in horror. "OH GOHOD NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Remus screeched helplessly as he started pounding his fists into the ground.

"Why are you screaming so much Remus? You of all people, should've known what you were going up against by wearing this shirt while you visited..." Patton commented.

"NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEASE NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE! OHOHOF AHAHAHALL THEHEHE PLAHAHAHAHACEHEHES!" Remus bursted out helplessly.

"Awww! But this was the most interesting spot out of all of them! And there are A LOT!" Patton complained.

"IHIHIHIT'S TOHOHOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!" Remus shouted.

"Oh, I don't think it is! I think you need just a little more..." Patton declared happily. Remus's eyes widened as he realized the situation he was in: Patton, who was pushing on his lower spine, was prepared to increase the pressure (Heh...increase the pressure), and make him snort! Remus began to get super nervous, but also felt super excited for it! "Would you like to go harder?" Patton asked. Remus snorted as his dirty mind went to inappropriate territories. "What?" Patton asked.

"Gohoho hahahardeher...Plehehease wohohohord thahahat dihihiffehehehently..." Remus asked him as best as he could through his giggles.

Patton raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What-...I don't get it." Patton commented.

"Whatever, just go harder!...please?" Remus ordered. Patton smirked excitedly.

"Oooookaaaay..." Patton sing-songed.

Patton began pushing into Remus's worst spot just a little harder... "GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD! *snort* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* IHIHIHIHI'M GOHOHONNA *snort* DIHIHIHI- *snort* HIHIHIHIHIHIE!" Remus shouted. Patton widened his eyes and removed his thumbs as fast as he could. Patton did NOT want Remus dying. Not on his watch! Remus quickly began getting his breath back.

"I'm sorry Remus. I...shouldn't have went for it. I should've known that you'd absolutely lose it..." Patton apologized.

Remus tiredly turned himself onto his back. Remus gave Patton a weak smile and lifted his arm up. "It's alright. You knew to stop when it was too much." Remus replied.

Patton's eyes widened. He gave Remus an understanding smile.

"Plus...it wasn't actually as bad as I expected..." Remus admitted.

Patton narrowed his eyes curiously and leaned himself down to Remus's socked feet. "Really?" Patton asked as he looked at Remus with a curious smile. Just as a little test, Patton lightly dragged his finger onto the ball of the foot.

Remus pulled his foot back a slight bit. "Y-Yeheheah..." Remus replied with a slight wobbly smile starting.

Patton opened his eyes and gently picked up Remus's foot with his left hand and with his right, Patton began wiggling his finger up and down the inner arch of the foot. Remus began letting out little giggles as he laid there and watched.

"You like this?" Patton asked casually.

Remus's giggles paused for a moment as he tried to process the sudden question. Then, Remus's cheeks began to turn a light red with humble embarrassment. He didn't mind him asking such a question. But how was he supposed to answer it without seeming too modest? Normally Remus would be very modest, to the point of annoyance. But...Remus didn't wanna be like that. It felt...wrong to be modest around Patton...

Patton turned his head to the side as he calmly waited for an answer. Beginning to recognize the clues, Patton started slowly grabbing his ankle and began spidering his fingers all over the foot. "Do you like this?" Patton asked him.

Remus squeezed his eyes shut and bursted into laughter once again. "IHIHIHI MIHIHIHIGHT!" Remus replied.

Patton began lightly scratching all 4 of his fingers up and down Remus's foot. "Answer me for real! Do you like this?" Patton asked again.

Remus let out a loud squeal and began pounding his fists into the floor to cope with the tickles. "YEHEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHI LIHIHIHIHIKE IHIHIHIT!" Remus finally shouted in his laughter.

Patton paused his tickling and gave an excited squeal. "I KNEW IT! I knew it, Iknewit-IknewitIknewit! Your shirt gave away everything!" Patton happily declared. Remus's nervous smile slowly morphed into excitement as Patton understood. "Would you like me to tickle you more?" Patton asked.

Remus's eyes widened excitedly. "Wouldn't I!" Remus replied.

"Okayyyyy..." Patton sing-songed to Remus before resuming his tickle attack again.

Patton tickled him everywhere that was mentioned on the shirt. Finally, Remus was experiencing the longest tickle fight he had experienced in his life! While all the others were really fun to be tickled by, Patton's tickles took the cake. I mean, he's a Dad! Of course he's the king of tickle fights! But, Patton was also the king of bubbly baby talk! Remus felt like he was gonna DIE in the clutches of the father! The 'goochy-goochy-goos' and the 'kitchy-kitchy-koos' were killing him! And don't even get him started on the 'tickle tickle tickle's! Those were MUCH worse!

After a while of ticklish paradise, Patton offered some mercy to the man. When Remus began to get tired, Patton happily cuddled him with blankets and gave him very light, tummy tickles until he fell asleep. Remus, all tickled out, fell asleep with a big grin on his face and a blanket on his tummy.

Finally! IT IS DONE! I CAN MOVE ONTO NEW THINGS!

I hope you liked it!

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nightashes · 4 years

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We’re Monsters. Isn’t it Fun? - Chapter 3

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Summary: The light sides are now able to speak directly to Thomas. What does this mean for the dark sides?

Warnings: Spiders, Slight blood mentions

Ao3 version

***

The brush moves across his skin. Along his arms, past his shoulders and across his chest. Remus leans over him his tongue sticking out as he works on painting his masterpiece. Virgil lays there on the ground of their living room. A tarp beneath him, he had insisted on it, his chest barely moving. His breaths coming light and slow as he struggles not to move an inch.

“Does it tickle?”

“Nope.” Virgil answers shortly.

“Because I feel like it would tickle. You know, a paintbrush moving lightly across your skin. “

“Shut. Up. Remus.”

Remus smirks down at his brother. Bopping Virgil’s nose with his paintbrush. Virgil wiggles his nose at the bristles.

“Remus.” He warns. “You’re a jerk.”

“Oh, I know. Thanks again for helping me, bro. This is going to be awful!“

“Whatever. Just hurry up.”

Virgil can hear the back door opening, he hears what must be Deceit’s footsteps entering in on the strange scene that Virgil just so happens to find himself a major player in. Virgil knows Deceit wouldn’t object to their little project. But he can’t help but internally cringe at the idea of what he must look like. Remus won’t even let him move his head to see his work. He has no idea what state the painting is currently in or if Remus is truly painting what he said he would.

The footsteps are confirmed to be Deceit’s when he hears that familiar drawl of a tired snake parent. “Do I even want to know what you two are doing?”

“I’m painting my masterpiece! A visual display of the inner blood and guts of a human on a living subject.”

“I was bored and Remus wouldn’t stop asking.”

“Yes, well, it doesn’t look disgusting at all.” Virgil swears he can hear a smile in Deceit’s words. And he can feel one grow on his own face. At least, Remus had been honest about his project. Virgil doesn’t know what he would have done if it had been a ploy to paint something ridiculous or embarrassing like rainbows and hearts on his body. And he wasn’t going to lie, if Deceit’s comment was anything to go by this was going to be pretty cool.

“Thanks, Dad.” Remus grins.

“Oh, this is going to look sick.” Virgil interjects. And from his position he can see Remus beam down at him. Perhaps he had needed more than just their father’s reassurance that his project was indeed 'creative.'

“Right, well you two bet-“

Bbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkktttschhkkkkkkkkk

A sound ripples through them. Virgil lying on the floor can feel it vibrate through his body. His bones rattling at this deep guttural wave of sound that was somehow felt more than heard passes through. The sound petering off, leaving the dark sides staring in silence.

Virgil jolts up, staring at his family. Remus’s paintbrush lies forgotten on the floor.

“What was that?”

“The mindscape. It appears to have shifted.”

“Maybe this is Thomas finally getting rid of us. He’s gonna push our entire side off a cliff and we’ll all fall and die. “ Remus declares maniacally.

“No. This isn’t about us. It’s the light sides.” Deceit stands there. His hat pushed off-center as he cocks his head to listen to the mindscape.

“What do you mean?” Virgil questions.

“Haven’t I taught you boys anything? Listen to Thomas.”

“He’s scared.” Virgil can feel it. His norepinephrine levels are rising and his heart rate is increasing

“He’s talking?” Remus speaks. His eyes closed in concentration.

“To the light sides.” Deceit nods. His voice holding a sense of finality.

“How is this possible? What’s going on?” Virgil can feel his own panic rise in response to Thomas’s.

“It appears the lights sides are now a part of Thomas’s conscious mind. While we have remained in the subconscious. “

“Ooooo. This sounds fun. I feel like we can cause chaos with this. Can we cause chaos with this?” Remus chatters excitedly while Virgil simultaneously struggles to comprehend exactly how bad this is.

“This feels bad. Is this bad? What does this mean? Oh god, what does this mean?”

“It’s fine. We’ll be fine.” Deceit speaks through gritted teeth. “It does present a problem though. We’ll have to increase our efforts to sway Thomas.”

“What. Why?” “Ooh. Why?” The brothers speak simultaneously.

“It’s quite simple. The light sides are now able to speak directly to Thomas. They will have a much stronger pull over him. If we want to be relevant we must fight to remain so.”

“Are we going to become conscious? Oh, I have so many ideas!” Remus practically wiggles in excitement.

“No!” Deceit’s voice is hard and cold.

“Well, why not? The light sides get to do it.” The putrid side whines.

“We will not because Thomas sees us as bad.” Deceit holds a hand to silence any protests. “I know we are not bad. But he won’t see it that way. If he is aware of us he will try to get rid of us. He will try to repress us. If we wish to stay relevant and present we must work from the shadows. We must allow Thomas to believe we do not exist. For him to deny that we exist.”

“How are we gonna do that?” Remus raises his hand as if he were in class.

“What if they tell Thomas about us?”

“They won’t. I won’t let them. We will continue to whisper in Thomas’s ears as we have always done. We will increase the effects of our influence. Increase the amount of whispers. We will demand to be heard. And I will disguise the source of these whispers. I will keep us hidden. That is how we will fight back.”

“That’ll work?”

“It will have to. Our job is to keep Thomas safe. Whether he wants our help or not. And Remus you allow him to express all parts of himself. Even the parts he would rather repress. Our job may not be sunshine and rainbows.” ‘thank goodness’ Remus whispers. “But it doesn’t matter. Thomas needs us.”

Virgil looks down at the painting on his torso and arms. He could tell that it had been great. But it was now ruined. Smeared in several places from his frantic and worried movements.

“I’m sorry, Remus.”

“It’s okay. We’ll fix it.” Remus smiles. Perhaps, they could fix it.

***

Virgil has to admit, Deceit was right. Trying to persuade Thomas to do as they thought was becoming harder and harder each and every day. The light sides would sweep in at the last second and convince him to ignore them. Convince him those thoughts of his, the thoughts they provided, were wrong and bad. Deceit kept insisting that they just had to step up their efforts. They just had to keep pushing. Thomas seemed to be growing more and more exhausted. Virgil was becoming scared. It felt like it wasn’t working. Everything just kept getting worse. He often found Remus throwing all his creations at the wall, screaming in frustration. Deceit spent his days hidden away in his room, fighting desperately to keep their actions hidden. Virgil knew that if they were to increase their whispers anymore they would run Deceit ragged. He could feel his and Thomas’s anxiety increasing. There was just no outlet. Doing the “right” thing constantly was getting exhausting. But no one would listen. Virgil just couldn’t take it anymore. He felt like he was going to go insane. Like he was screaming at a brick wall to move and the wall just sat there completely unaware at the panic and frustration that racked his body. Virgil just needed to get out for a second. He needed a break. Thomas needed a break.

Virgil finds himself standing outside of Remus’s room. The door is open and the interior is a wreck. Everything inside is just rubble. All of it has been torn to shreds and scattered across the floor. Remus’s bed has been reduced to a mattress tossed aside in the corner, his “artwork” is torn down from the walls, his clothes ripped and stained are tossed dejectedly across the floor, and his dresser had been smashed to pieces. Remus himself is nowhere to be found. Not that the anxious side had come there for his brother. They rarely talked these days. Everyone was just too busy. No, he wasn’t there for Remus. It was the door, the entrance to the imagination that called to him. He wishes to find himself there. In their dark forest, among his spidey brethren. He just wants a moment to himself.

Stepping through the door, he can feel it immediately. The imagination has changed. It feels smaller. The shift has changed even this. Was nothing sacred? Virgil grinds his teeth as he walks through the woods. Mentally checking on all their favorite haunts, looking for the source of this feeling. Despite his apprehension, everything seemed relatively normal, if not slightly abandoned. The lake was still murky, the cave still gave off menacing echoes, and the creek still ran red. Virgil finds himself reaching the end of their territory. The memory of their last meeting with the light sides fighting to the forefront of his mind. Did the light sides know what they were doing to them? Did they know how hard Virgil and his family were fighting? Did they know the pain they were causing? Virgil was itching to take a peek at the meadow. He knew that the light sides were unlikely to be there. But he had to check. Just to see if they were even marginally impacted by the war the dark sides were uselessly waging.

Approaching the last of the trees, he could feel a resistance building up, warning him to not come closer. There was something here. A fuzzy wall, a barrier, separating the forest from the meadow. The dark side from the light side. The subconscious from the conscious. Virgil raises his hand, pressing his palm against the barrier. Pushing his hand through the invisible film that is there. It wraps around his arm as he reaches further forward. The resistance is light. He takes a step and another. Feeling the film pass across his body as he finds himself on the other side.

Virgil can hear Thomas. He always could. But now it is so much stronger. Before Thomas was like a whisper in the back of his mind. He could focus on it as he needed. But now it was like Thomas was standing right beside him, speaking directly into his ear. Thomas was talking to him. Maybe he could talk back. Virgil could use the conscious mind to fight back. He could… Deceit wouldn’t like it. Deceit thought that Thomas would destroy them or repress them if they were conscious. But wasn’t he already repressing them? Wasn’t it time to make themselves known? Thomas needed them. And they needed Thomas. Virgil reaches out. This time with his mind. The way Deceit had taught him to influence Thomas. Except this time he pulls. Pulling on their connection he feels himself sink out of the mindscape. And with a snap he appears to Thomas.

***

It had gone horribly. Virgil reappears in the meadow. He begins pacing back and forth, his frustration boiling over as he runs his hands through his hair. He was so close. Thomas was planning to go to a party tonight. Virgil had finally convinced him to stay home and relax. And then Roman, the insufferable Roman had risen up and ruined everything. It just wasn’t fair. Virgil had entered the conscious mind. He had used their own tactics. He was suppose to win. And yet, Thomas still refused to listen to him. Thomas wasn’t ready to go to a party tonight. Why didn’t they get that?

“Aaaaahhhhh!” Virgil screams into the air. He was so sick of this. Stomping towards the woods he ran through possibilities in his mind. He would talk to Deceit and Remus. Together they could come up with a new solution. Enough playing nice. They were going to be heard even if it killed him.

BANG.

Virgil falls to the ground. Clutching his nose as swears pour out of his mouth. What was that? The barrier was the only thing here. But it wasn’t solid. What had happened? Virgil tentatively reaches out, feeling for the barrier. It is still there. Exactly where he thought it would be. But it is solid. Impassable. Virgil tries as hard as he can to push his hand through. He screams and shouts. Banging against the wall. Crying out for Deceit or Remus or Anyone. Slamming his fists against the wall, calling for help. He was stuck. Anxiety was stuck on the light side.

***

Hours later, Virgil sits there, leaning his forehead against the barrier. Watching the forest through the waxy wall. The spiders of the woods were scurrying around on the other side. They appeared to be panicking. Running around the edge, looking for a way to reach him. Virgil wonders what Arabella was doing. Would she be okay without him? Did Deceit and Remus know he was missing? Would they be able to find him? Could Deceit get him out?

The spiders around the barrier turn away, scuttling back into the forest. Virgil follows them with his eyes. Watching his brethren scurrying away into the shadows. He can feel his shoulders sag. It feels hopeless. He sees them acting frantically. They are rushing to meet a new group of spiders. Spiders that are leading two figures through the forest. Deceit and Remus are there. Looking down at the ground, following his spiders. They had led his family to Virgil. He could almost cry. The spiders were trying to save him. He stands up again, banging on the barrier.

“Deceit! Remus! I’m here!”

Remus is the first to look up and spot him. A grin breaks out on his brother’s face. He shouts out. His mouth forming Virgil’s name. But Virgil can not hear it. He doesn’t care. He shouts back.

“Remus! Help me. I’m stuck!”

Deceit sees him next. He does not smile. Instead it is like his face is drained of all warmth. His arm reaching out to hold Remus back. Remus who is trying to run up to his brother, looks at Deceit in confusion. They begin talking. They begin arguing. Virgil can not hear a thing. He only can wave through the barrier.

“Guys, what’s happening? I can’t hear you. Please, I’m stuck.”

Deceit begins pulling Remus back. Leading him away from the barrier and away from Virgil. The spiders are scurrying around their feet frantic. Virgil screams at them.

“Guys, where are you going?”

Bang. bang.

“Dad!”

bang.

“Please, don’t leave me here!”

Bang. bang. bang.

“Remus…”

knock.

“Dad.”

sniff.

They leave him. Virgil finds himself sliding down onto the ground, screaming at no one and crying for his family. The family that saw him. The family that left him. They were right there. And they had left. Virgil cries and he cries. The spiders brush their legs against the barrier, trying to comfort him. But they can not reach him. He is alone. All alone.

***

Virgil awakes that night. He is lying on the grass, his back pressed against the barrier. His throat is raw and he can feel the dried tears on his face. It’s not a comfortable position. Slowly stretching, he stands, looking back at the forest, at his home. And then he looks across the meadow. There should be a door somewhere over there. A door to Roman’s room and to the light sides’ common. Did they know that he was here? Would they let him enter? He doesn't want to stay out here anymore. He wants to go home. But he can't. Could he go to the light sides? Maybe Patton could help him. Maybe.

Roman’s door is white, bright white. It feels so foreign to Virgil. The room beyond is empty and Virgil can’t help but be thankful. He does not want to run into Roman right now. He can see himself in Roman’s full length mirror. His eyeshadow is completely smeared beneath his eyes. He lightly brushes his fingers across the smeared makeup. I guess this is who I am now. He thinks to himself.

Peeking into the hallway, he can hear whispers coming from the living room. The layout appears to be an exact match to his home. Everything is just brighter and cleaner. Creeping closer to the stairwell, he sees Roman ranting to the others. The creative side is speaking about him. Virgil shrinks back. They would hate him. He was in their home. Invading their space. He should just leave. He can go and live in the imagination. At least then he wouldn’t be in their home.

“Anxiety?” Virgil is jolted out of his thoughts to see Logan staring up at him.

“Virgil! What are you doing here?” Patton chirps up.

His hands are shaking. Hastily, he shoves them into his pockets. Rolling his shoulders back and placing on his signature smirk, he looks down at the light sides. He wouldn’t show them any weakness. “Hey, dorks. I’m a part of Thomas’s conscious mind now. Guess that means I live here.”

“You what?!” Roman exclaims.

“I’m your new roomie.” He purrs. “Don’t mind me, keep talking or whatever you nerds are doing. I’m just gonna go and manifest my new room.” He salutes the flabbergasted sides. Ignoring their dropped-jaws, he struts back the way he came. Wishing that he could tell Remus all about the shocked expressions of the light sides. He would have found it hilarious. But Remus had left him. Deceit had left him. Virgil walks down the hallway, mentally lengthening the hall enough to summon a new door, opening to a new room. Empty for now. But soon he would make it his own. If he was stuck here he would make the most of it. Light sides be damned. Dark sides be damned. He was going to make Thomas listen. It was his job after all.

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ticklish-sprout · 4 years

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Amp-leaf-ication - Platonic DLAMPR

Trigger warning: Sympathetic!Slimey Boi & Trash Goblin

Words: 1,966

“Patton,” Logan began evenly, “what is that?”

“You know!” Patton finished attaching the final sprig of mistletoe to the ceiling with a bright grin. He stumbled on his way off the ladder and giggled nervously. “You’re smart like that!”

Virgil eyed the plant wearily from his spot on the couch before throwing his hands in the air. “Nope, I’m done. I’m going to bed for a few weeks. Goodbye.”

“No, Virgil!” The fatherly Side gently grabbed his arm to stop him from walking away. “These are gonna mean something different!” He clapped his hands and jumped for joy. “I made a few changes to the rules this year!”

“What changes?” he asked.

“If two people get caught under the mistletoe, they have to tickle each other until one of them falls down!” Patton looked innocent on the surface, but on the inside he was cackling madly. He was a genius. “They’re all over the house, and you-“

Roman poked his head in. “Someone say mistletoe?”

“You want us to engage in a childish tickle fight instead of the normal tradition of kissing the other person during the holiday season...for what purpose?” Logan crossed his arms. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to understand things to have fun!” Patton put on his best puppydog eyes and fluttered his eyelashes cutely. “Please?”

He huffed, shaking his head. “I will not be participating.” He turned on his heel to leave.

“I put mistletoe in the doorway to your room!”

Logan slowly turned back around. “You’re evil. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“Spoilsport.” Roman immediately ran underneath the sprig and smirked. “Who shall challenge me to a battle to the death?”

“Meeeeeeeee!” Patton threw himself at the prince, latching onto his sides and squeezing rapidly.

“Is thahahahat all you got?” he choked out through his deep chuckles. He began tickling Patton’s neck and threw him into giggles as well as the two of them fought to get the upper hand. “Surrender!”

Virgil blushed and turned away while Logan just shook his head.

---

Nothing ended up happening for the next few hours. Patton and Roman had called a tie when they both fell over at the same time, and things were quiet once again. Everyone was on guard.

Oh wait, Virgil was underneath the mistletoe in the kitchen. He wasn’t even doing anything, he was just standing there as if he were waiting for something.

Roman hummed to himself, making his way over to the cabinet to grab a jar of Crofter’s from Logan’s secret stash behind the coffee beans that he had found completely on accident. After getting his jar and a spoon he went to leave before seeing his favorite emo practically asking for it. He slowly set the jam on the counter for safe-keeping and tiptoed over. “Boo,” he whispered.

“Eee!” Virgil squealed partially out of surprise but also because he may or may not have adorably sensitive ears. “I hate you!”

“Do you?” he cooed. “Look up.”

He followed to where his finger pointed and his eyes widened. “N-no. I was never here, got it? You can’t-“

“I can and I shall!” Roman’s hands dove underneath his shirt to tickle his bare stomach with no mercy. “Coochie coochie coo!”

“SHIT!” Virgil immediately burst into bright cackles, legs wobbling. “PRIHIHIHIHINCEY! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

He smiled fondly and nodded. “Princey, yes! I am slaying the emo dragon with my bare hands! I don’t even have to use my sword!” A few pokes to his belly button finally sent him to the ground, tears pricking in his eyes. “Victory!”

“Ihihihihi hahahate yohohohohou.” He covered his torso as he shakily rose to his feet once again.

“Please, like you didn’t love it! You were waiting for it and you didn’t even try to get me back!” Roman pointed out. “Thought I was too much of a fool to notice?”

Virgil’s face turned scarlet as he growled dangerously. “Who said I wouldn’t get you back?”

He stared at him for about five seconds before whispering, “try me, idiot.”

“En garde!” He ignored all protests of cheating thrown at him and sought revenge to the fullest.

---

Logan was bound to slip up eventually, even he knew that. What he didn’t know was that it would happen so soon. He went to his room to grab a book or two only for someone’s arms to wrap around his waist firmly. “Patton.” He didn’t need to look to know.

“Hi!” Patton spun him around to boop his nose. “Boop! Now we gotta follow the rules!”

“Rules?” Then he realized. “No, I forfeit. Remember?”

He shook his head and tsked softly, fingers walking up his sides. “You can’t forfeit this! Just be glad it was me who caught you and not one of the others!”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Why is that good news? You’re the most ruthless.”

“Awwww! I’m flattered, but you’re forgetting a couple certain someones!” Patton giggled, pointing down the hall. “Our precious outcasts have caught wind of my little game!” Janus shrieked somewhere in the distance as if on cue. “And it looks like one was caught!”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. “That doesn’t change anything.”

“I can always drag Remus in to help me!” He narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“You never said that there could be multiple ticklers in this silly game of yours. That is rule-changing.” Logan stepped forward as if to challenge him.

“I never said there COULDN’T, either!” Patton stepped back despite himself, nervousness pooling in his gut. “Lo? N-new rule, only one ler allowed. Okay?”

He inclined his head in acknowledgement and turned him around to hug him from behind, smirking against his hair. “You truly want to play this game? Fine, I shall oblige and follow your rules.”

“LooooooOHOHOHOHOHO!” He howled, squirming and laughing at the soft kisses and nibbles placed on his reddening ears. “THAHAHAHAHAT’S NOT WHAT I MEHEHEHEHEANT! STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He couldn’t even throw himself to the floor to save himself from how tightly he was being held and tortured. “I GIHIHIHIHIVE!”

Logan pretended not to hear him, scooping him up bridal-style and walking into the kitchen. “Virgil.”

“Sup.” Virgil was straddling Janus, who was pinned on his stomach and cackling from the horrible back-tickling. “Wanna help?”

“No thank you, I have all I need already.” He was just nuzzling his victim’s neck now, Patton giggling wildly.

“Your loss.” He glanced down at the squirming mess underneath him. “Oh, I forgot you were there.”

---

Operation: Wreck Logan was put into action effective immediately. He may have avoided getting tickled for several days by always being on guard and sleeping in weird hiding places, but his luck was going to run out fast. It wasn’t fair that everyone besides him got tickled to death. Remus had tried where Patton had failed, also ending up beaten. But now he had his reinforcements.

“Foul play!” Logan shouted. An indifferent Virgil came out of the laundry room with the teacher thrown over his shoulder haphazardly and pounding on his back. “I demand that you put me down this instant so I may finish with the clothes!”

Patton, Roman, Janus, and Remus were waiting in the living room with the most evil smiles Virgil had ever seen, making him shiver despite them not being directed towards him. “Special delivery, you guys. Where should I put him?”

“I called dibs!” Remus announced, making grabby hands. “Give him to me, I’ll get him started and the rest of you can join!”

“This is cheating!” Logan cried as he was plucked from his hold. “You said only one tickler!”

Patton giggled behind his hand. “Did I? I’m afraid I don’t remember that!” Janus smirked at him and flicked his tongue, tasting/smelling the blatant lie. “Just sit back and relax, yeah? You’re in good hands.”

He did find himself relaxing despite himself after hearing his tone soften towards him, closing his eyes. “Traitorous, icky hands,” he snarked with no real bite.

“Who are you calling icky, dork? You didn’t seem to find me very icky when you had the nerve to attack me!” Remus grinned evilly. “Speaking of nerves, have you-“

“I’d rather get this over with, if you don’t mind.” Logan had accepted his fate. “Go on.”

“You’re no fun!” He shrugged, untucking his shirt from his pants and motioning first Patton to pull off his shoes and socks, exposing his death spot to the cold air. “Whatever. Where shall I start on you? I’ll let you choose.”

He cleared his throat and glanced away. “I-I have no real preference.”

“You’re taking too long.” Virgil shoved him aside and shot his hands into Logan’s underarms. “I’m all for anticipation, but this is getting ridiculous.”

Remus let out an offended gasp. “You stole my dibs! I’ll get you for that later!” He joined in on the fun and began teasingly counting his ribs slowly, pressing into each bone. “Onnnnnnne! Twooooooo! Threeeeee!”

“Ohohohohoho gohohohod!” Logan shook his head and flushed pink, embarrassed to be letting loose in front of the others like this. “Nohohohoho!”

“No?” Patton rested his fingernails on the sensitive skin underneath his toes, already making him giggle-snort. “Fair is fair, Lo! Don’t act like you don’t deserve every. Single. Bit.” His tone darkened with each word until he was grinning evilly. “Tickle tickle!”

Game over, man.

He screeched and tried to sit up and grab any hands he could reach, only for Janus to lift his arms over his head. “JAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!”

“That’s totally my name. You were wrong Patton, this isn’t fun at all,” Janus hissed. “You are absolutely not adorable like thisssssssss.” He summoned the other four arms belonging to him, thinking about how he could use them. He ended up squeezing up and down his sides and vibrating thumbs into the protruding hipbones, sending their favorite nerd into a frenzy. “Do keep thrashing like that, it isn’t hard to hold you.”

Logan didn’t listen (or maybe he couldn’t hear him). “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He screamed in laughter and yanked hard on his trapped arms, especially when Roman jumped in to plant a raspberry right on his belly button. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his face felt like it was on fire, and the whole time he had a huge, genuine smile. It almost hurt, but all he could feel was the tickling. It wasn’t as horrible as he expected, actually. He needed to do this more often. His laugh went silent within seconds and he was only able to wheeze quietly.

“Lo?” Patton poked his hot face. “We stopped, you don’t have to keep laughing!”

Virgil pulled his hood over his head, tightening the strings. “Cute.”

“Whahahahahat?” Logan looked down to see that they had all backed off to leave him in a pile of his remaining giggles, his entire frame shaking. “Cahahahan’t hehehehehelp ihihihit.”

“Hydrate yourself, Dewey Decimated!” Roman conjured a bottle of water and helped raise it to his trembling lips. “That’s good, take small sips. There we go.” He set the bottle next to him to rub his back gently. “Are you going to survive?”

He nodded. “Yehehes, but I must admit I am quite exhausted. I shall retire to my room for the evening.”

“Sure, see you tomorrow!” He waved happily, then turned to the others. “We’re all dead, guys. Start packing.”

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The war waged on for many more days until Patton took down the mistletoe once December 26th hit, effectively ending the game he had created. However, the plant appeared again only an hour later with no explanation as to how or why. Patton began grilling everyone for information.

“I swear I took it down! You saw me, right? Logan?” He landed on his knees. “Please say you did! I’m going crazy!”

Logan just smiled into his Crofter’s.

#my fics #tickle fic #Sanders Sides #Platonic DLAMPR #tw: Deceit #Trigger Warning: Deceit #tw: Remus #Trigger Warning: Remus #Sympathetic!Deceit #Sympathetic!Remus

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The Frogman

For @space-mothman

Synopsis- Analogical cryptid-hunting AU in which they search for the mysterious Frogman for a college documentary project.

Warning- Swearing + Minor wound

Note- Hiya!! I’ve had a lot of fun working with the wishes you asked for and I’m super excited to see what you think of it! I hope you’re doing well :D

Virgil held up the two near-identical hoodies in front of the mirror, deciding which to wear when a familiar head poked through the doorway.

“Ooh, are you getting ready for your little date?”

Virgil walked over to kick him out when Janus joined in.

“Leave our darling little brother alone Remus, his boyfriend will be here soon. We have to find the baby pictures before he arrives.”

“He’s not my boyfriend! The teacher paired us up. I had no say in it.” Virgil said as he tried and failed to push the pair out. “And if either of you shows him any embarrassing pictures of me, you’re both dead.”

“Wow, how scary,” mocked Remus as Janus mimed a face of fear. He then added, “If I were you I’d go for the one on the left, it makes you look less…intimidating and murdery.”

Virgil swatted at him with the hoodie before putting it on reluctantly, huffing about how he was planning to choose it anyway because it was ‘warmer’.

Just then the doorbell rang. Virgil’s eyes opened wide as he ran down the stairs to get to the door first but he was no match for Remus. He shoved Virgil out of the way and opened the door wide.

“You must be Logan. We’ve heard so much about you. Why don’t you come in?” He invited with a wild grin on his face.

Virgil stared daggers at Remus as Logan walked in, politely telling Remus he has a lovely home. He was wearing a jean jacket over an unbuttoned plaid shirt and a graphic t-shirt depicting Mothman. His soft-looking hair fell over the rim of his glasses, the eyes behind them taking in his new surroundings.

Before Virgil could tell Logan they should leave, Janus began his, rehearsed, warnings. “You better take good care of my brother, young man. I’m expecting you to bring him home with at least three remaining limbs and having gone through a maximum of one demon possession, preferably none, or else there will be hell to pay. I’m also expecting you to keep criminal activity to a minimum along with the use of venomous vipers, they’re nasty creatures.”

To Virgil’s surprise, Logan had taken out a notepad and started to make notes, taking his speech seriously. Janus clearly wasn’t expecting this either as his expression softened towards Logan. “It’s obvious you’ll take good care of him. I’ll let you two go because I’m sure you have plenty of ‘work’ to do.” He winked at Virgil. “Just be careful.”

“But-”

“The baby photos and home videos can wait for their second date Rem, let’s give Virge a chance to embarrass himself without our help first.”

Virgil glared at his brothers as he dragged Logan outside, only mildly thankful Janus let him off that easy. What had he done to deserve being stuck with those two morons?

“Have fun!” Remus called out as the door slammed closed.

“Come on, I parked down the road. It’s not far.” Logan set off walking away, Virgil joining him a moment later.

“I’m super sorry about them,” Virgil said. “Ignore everything they said, they’re not worth wasting energy on.”

“It’s quite alright Virgil, it’s clear they care for you. I have always admired the dynamic between siblings.”

“You’re an only child? Lucky.” He thought back to how embarrassing his brothers were. They took every opportunity available to tease Virgil, regardless of whether they were alone or with any of his few friends. In moments like that, it was hard to remember why he loved them. He reminded himself, trying to calm down.

On his worst nights, Remus would tell him a gruesome ‘bedtime story’ while Deceit badgered him to add a happy end. They would also take him to concerts of bands he liked and try to fit into the scene even though they hated the music and fashion. Seeing Janus in a My Chemical Romance shirt trying not to curse after jabbing himself in the eye with Virgil’s eyeliner was still one of his fondest memories.

“Although,” Virgil added, “It does have its advantages.”

Logan stopped in front of an old pickup truck. Despite the carefully polished hubcaps and fresh paint job, it had visibly been through a lot.

“Here we are, our ride for the evening.” Logan took hold of the passenger door handle. “The door can be a little tricky sometimes.” He rattled the handle, banging at a spot a few inches below it. The door sprang open. “Like to most things, there’s a trick.”

He pulled the door open fully, holding it for Virgil as he clambered up. “Uh…thanks.”

Logan proceeded to join him from the driver’s side. “It may not look it but it’s a strong and reliable vehicle, I spent all last summer fixing it up.” He said proudly.

“No, no, it’s nice!” Virgil reassured him. “Does it have a name?”

“Why would my truck have a name?” Logan asked, appearing puzzled. He put his key in the ignition. The vehicle whirred to life.

“Nevermind. Are you excited to film our project?”

“Incredibly so! When Mr Picani said we had to make a documentary on any subject I got super excited about the idea of cryptid hunting! Thank you for going along with it!”

“Whatever gets me to pass the class dude. Plus this seems like a better way to spend time than filming ladybugs walking on leaves and doing some boring commentary.” What Virgil didn’t add was that after seeing the excitement of Logan’s face when he proposed the idea, Virgil couldn’t find it in his heart to say no.

He shuffled in his seat. “I’m also really happy I got partnered with you. I know we haven’t talked much but you seem a lot easier to get along with than the other people in our class.” Virgil smiled in Logan’s direction and despite the dim lighting, he could have sworn he saw Logan blush.

“Oh, thank you, Virgil. You too have ‘good vibes’ if I’m using the term correctly.” Virgil grinned, telling Logan he did.

“How about some music?” Logan asked before turning on the radio. Pop music crackled out of it, gently playing for the rest of their journey.

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A cold wind blew through the dense, gloomy woods. In the clearing before it, stood a teenager speaking to a camera, visible in the dying light of the sun.

“There are many legends about the Sanders Wilds, however, most revolve around the same being. A creature said to lurk in the depths of these woods, waiting for unsuspecting victims.

He has been described as a slimy beast with incredible jumping abilities, his hind muscular legs able to propel him forward metres at a time. He most often appears by the many bodies of water found in this forest.

Although no-one has ever disappeared in the woods, most locals swear they’ve met one of the unfortunate souls chased by the being whose very existence is in question.

He goes by many names. The Shadow, the Beast of the Sanders Wilds and recently he’s been referred to as ‘Scary Todd’ by a youngster from a neighbouring Elementary school.”

Virgil raised his eyebrows from behind the camera when he heard ‘youngster’ but Logan brushed it off and continued.

“The most common name of the cryptid we will be investigating today, inspired by its many characteristics, is” Logan stopped for dramatic effect. “The Frogman.“

“That’s quite the speech you prepared there” Virgil called out as he put down the video camera and rubbed his forearm. His arms had begun to stiffen during Logan’s monologue

“Are you ready to go in?” Logan asked.

Virgil froze. There was only one problem, something he hadn’t told Logan- He was scared.

Virgil knew that technically there wasn’t anything to be scared of. The frogman was nothing more than an urban legend, mere shadows and reflections mistaken for something, however, it was the what if’s that plagued Virgil’s mind. What if the frogman was real? What if he appeared? Worst of all… what if he caught them? Virgil wasn’t sure if he was willing to risk his life to pass a college class he didn’t even like that much.

“Virgil?” Logan looked concerned. “Are you alright?”

Great, Virgil scolded himself. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to tell Logan in the first place. More than anything he didn’t want Logan to think he was a nervous wreck, scared of a fake monster. Now he’d have to tell his handsome partner he was a chicken and he would totally think less of Virgil. Oh why does Logan have to be so handsome, Virgil thought to himself as he looked towards his cryptid hunting companion.

He was tall, with a sturdy frame that was perfect for giving supportive hugs and his hair was unruly in all the right ways, looking good for running your fingers through. It was very difficult to focus on anything else, Virgil had to admit. Good looking people never failed to make things more difficult.

“I- I’m just… a little scared.” Virgil mumbled reluctantly. “As controversial as it is, I’m not too keen on the whole getting captured by a forest monster thing.”

“Oh.” Logan looked disappointed. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not too late to change the project. I can drive us to the library and we can get started in something different. All that matters is that you feel comfortable.”

Virgil felt touched. Logan was willing to give up something he wanted to do for his well being? It wasn’t often that happened. That’s why he was determined to go in anyway. “No way. We’re going in there and finding that frogman. Just… promise to protect me from any monsters?” Virgil managed a smile as he held out his pinky, holding the camcorder in his other hand.

“Pinky promise,” Logan answered solemnly, hooking his finger around Virgil’s. Then, he smiled wide. “Now, let’s go say hi to The Beast. And…” He paused apprehensively as if he was trying to pick out the right words. “If you’re alright carrying the camcorder with one hand, maybe I could hold your hand? So you feel safe?”

Virgil laughed, slipping his hand into Logan’s. It felt warm compared to the cool evening. “As long as you’re okay with shaky footage.” He joked.

Logan led them into the forest, pulling out a flashlight from his pocket while Virgil switched the camera back on. There was an eerie quiet only broken by the crackling of leaves and snapping of branches under their feet.

“Hey, Logan, you know you can talk, right? We can edit everything out of the footage later.” There was still no response.

Virgil glanced towards Logan, seeing him staring intensely at a spot in the direction they were walking. “Make sure you get this.” He murmured before rushing up, tugging Virgil with him. He crouched down next to an animal print in the muddy ground. Virgil let go of his hand so he could step back and get a better angle.

“This right here is an animal footprint however it belongs to no regular being. While it seems to belong to an amphibian creature as is indicated by the pattern and the indentation from webbing, it is bigger than any regular amphibians could produce.” Logan splayed his hand above the mark to demonstrate. They were around the same size. “This must be the footprint of the Frogman.”

Yay, Virgil thought to himself. Evidence of a creature that might kill them. How wonderful.

He walked to Logan and helped him up, keeping hold of Logan’s hand afterwards because there was no way he was going to risk getting separated from him now. He also enjoyed the feeling of Logan’s hand in his, it made him a feeling of joy that he couldn’t quite place.

They continued when there was a sudden rustling a few metres in front of them. Instinctively Virgil squeezed Logan’s hand harder, holding onto him for safety. They both froze. Logan’s torch turned to the source of the sound, a bush. A moment later a squirrel scampered out of the said bush, disappearing into the darkness as quickly as it appeared. Both Logan and Virgil sighed in relief.

“That sure was one terrifying squirrel,” Virgil said as they continued to walk deeper into the woods.

Virgil attempted to strike up small talk again, not wanting things to become awkward. “I like your Mothman shirt.”

“Oh, thank you, Virgil.” Logan beamed, the way he only did when he was speaking about something he was passionate about. “I had a really big cryptid phase as a child, so big my parents decided to take us to Point Pleasant for the summer break one year. That’s the hometown of Mothman, they have a statue of him and everything. It was incredible. That’s when I got the shirt! It’s been a good luck charm. Not that I believe in luck but it never hurts something else on your side”

“You got it as a kid and it still fits? You must’ve been a tall kid.”

“It was the middle of their tourist season so they were sold out of all the youth sizes. According to my mother, it made a very fashionable dress.”

Virgil held back giggles as the thought of a smaller Logan wearing that shirt going down to his knees with a pair of fashionable red heels crossed his mind. For whatever reason, if Logan were to wear a dress, Virgil believed he’d wear it with stunning red heels. He seemed the type.

“Did you spot The Mothman?” he asked, only half kidding.

“Unfortunately not, although it was probably for the best as I was going to ask him for an autograph. I doubt that would have gone down well with Him.“

The idea of a smaller Logan wearing an oversized Mothman merchandise shirt going down to his knees and a pair of fashionable red heels walking up to the Lord of the Shadows himself, at least double his height, and asking him to sign his autograph book was so funny to Virgil that he stopped in his tracks wheezing, his eyes brimming with tears.

Seeing Logan’s bewildered expression, he tried to calm himself. After a few moments catching his breath trying to keep a straight he was able to regain his composure. “Sorry Lo, I’m fine now.”

“Can I ask-”

“No” Virgil interrupted him. “It’s really for the best you don’t.”

“Alright Virgil, I’ll trust you on this one.” He hummed a song Virgil wasn’t familiar with for a few moments. Then, he said, “I had an idea for while we’re either walking towards the Frogman or further into the depth of woods we might get lost in.” Virgil wasn’t sure if Logan was kidding and frankly he didn’t want to know.

“Yeah L, what is it?” Virgil’s mind started to race when he realized he had called Logan a nickname. While only a shortening of his name, it still seemed very personal and friendly. What if it bothers him? What if he thinks it’s weird?

“Well Vee,” Logan paused to see Virgil’s reaction, looking smug. Virgil stuck his tongue out at him. He wouldn’t admit it but his heart would flutter whenever he got that self-righteous expression on his face, seen often when he corrected the teacher or had got full marks on a test. It was cute. Very annoying, but cute.

“We could directly target your fear of the Frogman. You would have to trust me though.”

“I trust you,” Virgil answered with no hesitation. He squeezed Logan’s hand in his.

“Oh…um…” Logan appeared flustered. “This is going to seem scary but there’s a very low possibility of a negative outcome. Now…repeat after me.”

Logan took a deep breath before yelling “Fuck you Frogman!”

Virgil startled, not expected Logan to be so brazen. Yelling was a common occurrence for Logan however such vulgarities? Directed at a possibly supernatural creature who was reported as dangerous? He shook his head in disbelief.

Logan looked at him pointedly. “Oh no Logan, there is no way-” He stopped realizing there would be no convincing Logan. “Fine.” He grumbled.

“Frick you Frogman.” The words sounded uncertain.

“That was a good first attempt, Virgil. If you want to try again, you should really try to metaphorically shake off any inhibitions and really go for it. I did promise to protect you, the Frogman won’t hurt you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

They had come to a stop next to a running stream of water. Virgil slipped his camcorder into his hoodie pocket and let go of Logan’s hand, freeing both his arms. After running his fingers through his hair trying to build up enough confidence and jumping where he stood for a moment getting into an energetic mood, he felt ready. Or as ready as he could be.

Angling his head to the sky he screamed at the top of his lungs “Fuck you Frogman!”

He laughed in exhilaration, adrenaline running through his veins. Virgil felt invincible. “And fuck your Frogmother too!” He raised his hand for a high five.

“Yes!” Logan exclaimed. As he stepped towards Virgil, he must have been too excited to look where he walked because his foot caught on a tree branch.

Instinctively Virgil went to grab Logan’s hand to keep him up, however, Virgil started hurtling towards the creek as well, knocked off balance. He gasped as he hit the cold water, a moment later crashing into Logan.

The stream had been quite shallow, a foot deep at most. Virgil, quite luckily, didn’t experience the brute of the fall, having fallen on top of Logan. He rolled off and tried to stand. He would definitely have a couple nasty bruises later, he thought to himself.

“Hey Lo, are you okay?” Virgil looked for the torch that fell out of Logan’s hand during his fall. It wasn’t far and within seconds he was shining it directly at Logan’s face. Logan didn’t appreciate it.

“I’m fine, I assure you but please get that out of my face. The light is blinding.” Virgil muttered a few apologies while helping Logan to his feet. Overall, whilst cold and mildly pained, Logan appeared to be okay overall.

The two were both standing up in the middle of the creek. Although their feet were still submerged in the freezing cold water neither seemed to notice nor care. Instead, they were both looking directly at each other.

They inched closer and Logan began softly “Virgil, I’ve been meaning to tell you-” however he didn’t get to finish that sentence.

There was a raucous splashing sound from further upstream. Then there was another, this time louder. Whatever was making the noise was approaching.

Virgil shared a look of terror with Logan. He grabbed the camera and started recording as a shadowy figure started to form. Its form was unclear, however, it moved forward the way a frog might, leaping up and forward. Virgil was sure, it was The Frogman.

“What are you waiting for, Vee? Run.” Logan urged him to come however Virgil was frozen in fear. This was the end for him. He’d never see Janus and Remus again. He’d never tell Logan how he feels.

Logan snatched the torch from Virgil and took his now-free hand into his. Glancing back to the shadowy figure a final time, he muttered a few profanities, irked, then started to run, dragging Virgil with him. This was enough to snap Virgil out of his state, as he started running alongside Logan as fast as he could. The sound of the Frogman thudding behind them, hot on their trail, motivated them to keep going.

Virgil would never consider himself particularly athletic, which paired with the fact his legs were quite short created a challenge as he attempted to keep up with Logan, however, Adrenaline paired with the fact Logan wouldn’t have let him fall behind if he wanted to keep him as far from the Frogman as possible.

The journey out the forest was a blur. Virgil remembered stumbling however he got back up immediately. Logan shined the torch in front of them so they didn’t run into any trees. As a few minutes passed the sound of the Frogman following them faded away but neither would risk stopping. They continued forward and by some miracle, they had returned to the clearing where they had started, Logan’s pickup truck only a few yards away.

Logan slowed down to a stop outside it. “It’s alright, he won’t follow us out here.”

“That’s… really… great… Lo.” Virgil panted. He could feel his heart pounding in his head as he breathed so heavily he thought he might cough his lungs out. “How…are you…back to normal…so fast?”

“Oh, I did track in high school. Now you stay there while I get something.”

Virgil leaned against the truck as Logan rummaged around in his glove compartment. He pulled out an emergency foil blanket. He wrapped it over Virgil’s shoulders. “I only have one so you better keep that on. That water was freezing and I don’t want you getting hypothermic. You’re still soaking wet after all. Are you injured anywhere?”

Unsure, Virgil checked. Sure enough, he had a cut on his shin. Damn, it must’ve happened when I tripped, he thought to himself. Only as the energy from the run wore off, he started to feel it sting.

“Is it okay if I clean that cut for you? I have a first aid kit in the truck’s cargo bed.”

“Thanks, dude, I would really appreciate that. You better get under this blanket right after though, you’re not allowed to get hypothermic either.”

Logan smiled then pulled out a first aid kit from the back of the truck. “You can have a seat on the grass.” Once Virgil did, Logan joined him. “How are you feeling?”

“Still in shock and denial. It’ll probably only sink in later tonight that we got chased by the actual Frogman. How about you?”

“Honestly…I feel incredible. We saw the Frogman! The Frogman is real” Logan grinned. “Also, this might hurt a bit” he warned Virgil as he disinfected the cut. He was right. Virgil’s eyes pricked with tears.

“It’s a good thing my jeans were already so ripped, that way people won’t even question this one.” he joked.

“Did your camera survive that? I hope it’s not water damaged.”

“Nah don’t worry, it’s been through a lot. A little fall and water aren’t going to be the thing to break it.” He inspected the camera. “Unfortunately…I can’t say the same for the footage. The memory card looks completely fried.”

Logan’s smile fell. “That’s a shame, although maybe it’s for the best. The Frogman can continue living his best life in the forest with no scientists looking for him since there’s still no evidence.”

“Really?” Virgil asked incredulously. “You. The smartest person I know. Is against scientists?”

“Well… I’m not against scientists but having watched E.T. as a kid, I wouldn’t trust them with any rare or unusual beings.” He put a plaster on the cleaned injury then looked at his handiwork proudly.

Virgil was bemused by this. “You do know that’s a fictional movie, right?” After Logan did not answer he decided it was best to change tact.

“C’mon, join me under this blanket so you can warm up before we drive away. I’m thinking we go to mine? I can make us some hot chocolate and we can decide what to do with the assignment. I can also lend you some dry clothes if you don’t mind being dressed Emo.”

Logan moved so he was sat next to Virgil, their shoulders touching as the blanket covered them. “Sounds great Vee.”

“It’s a shame we wasted the evening though.” Virgil moped, but then Logan turned to face him. Their faces were mere inches away.

“Actually, I wouldn’t call it a wasted evening. I had a lot of fun spending the evening with you. “

Virgil was more taken aback by that than he was by him cursing at the Frogman. “I enjoyed spending the evening with you too. You’re really kind and surprisingly easy to talk to. I hope we could maybe spend some time together after this assignment is over if that’s something you’d like?”

Virgil felt the tips of his ears burning as his face flushed completely. He knew he was being obvious now but it seemed worth it. Putting himself out there didn’t seem as scary with Logan.

Logan spoke as gently as he had when they were standing in the creek together.

“About that. I wanted to tell you something before we were rudely interrupted earlier.”

“Mhm?” Virgil murmured, not trusting himself to say any proper words.

“I believe I have romantic feelings for you, Virgil. I highly enjoy speaking with you and when you’re around my heart begins to beat faster. If you were to feel the same way I would love to take you on a date perhaps? With fewer cryptids, I assure you. If not-”

“Me too,” Virgil said, in disbelief, cutting him off. He didn’t want to hear the ’If not’ because he liked Logan back. A lot. He took hold of Logan’s hand.

“If it’s okay with you Logan, can I kiss you?” He was surprised by his own confidence, but it felt right. Everything felt right.

Logan answered not with words but by closing the gap between the two of them. It was short and sweet. According to Virgil, it was perfect. Perhaps the evening wasn’t a waste after all.

#analogical #tw injury #tw cursing #cryptid!au #spring fling 2020 #submission

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sparrow-flies-south · 4 years

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Remus’s Guide To Mending Friendships (For Fun And Profit) [2/?]

Fandom: Sanders Sides Rating: Teen Pairings: Deceit & Virgil, Deceit & Virgil & Remus, Remus & Roman Warnings: Disturbing imagery (it’s Remus’s POV), imagined character death, kidnapping Summary: When he realises that Deceit misses Virgil, Remus decides that the best way to cheer him up is to persuade Virgil to come back to the dark side. Too bad Virgil hasn’t wanted anything to do with them since he left.

Part One Part Three Part Four AO3

Step Two: Invite Them To Spend Time With You

Remus popped into Virgil’s room near midnight.

Before, Virgil’s room had been one of Remus’ favourite places; the sense of dread really got his blood pumping, and it helped give him so many wonderful ideas. It hadn’t changed much since then, it was still dark and covered with cobwebs, but one of the walls was painted purple now, and Virgil had stuck glow in the dark stars on the ceiling.

Virgil himself hadn’t noticed Remus yet; he was still sat on his bed, looking at his laptop with his head phones on. His fingers tapped against his bed sheets along to the music he was listening to. Remus had never seen him look so relaxed.

Usually, this kind of scene would make Remus want to throw something, or smash something, or just start screaming so that there would be something happening. Now, though, Remus felt oddly transfixed watching Virgil.

Then Virgil looked up, saw Remus, screamed, and threw his laptop.

Remus dodged the laptop, and it shattered on the ground behind him. “Is that how you greet people now?” he asked. “Should I throw something back?”

As he spoke, Virgil shot off his bed so that he was standing on the other side of it to Remus. He glared. “What the hell do you want?”

It was a relief to see that Virgil was still acting normal.

“I just want to talk!” Remus said brightly. “You know, catch up. It’s been forever!”

Virgil stared. “We saw each other last week.”

Remus frowned. “That’s what I said.”

Virgil crossed his arms over his chest. “We have nothing to talk about,” he said coldly.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Remus said. “What about old times?”

That, it turned out, was the wrong thing to say.

“Old times?” Virgil snapped. “You mean how you terrorised me for years? Or how you kicked me out for finding people who cared about me? Or, hey, how about when you made me tell Thomas about how I used to be one of you?”

Remus stared at Virgil. His chest suddenly felt tight, like a tentacle was wrapping around it, threatening to crush him until he asphyxiated. He wanted to say something, to protest that he hadn’t terrorised Virgil; that they didn’t kick him out, they’d just given Virgil a choice and Virgil had chosen to leave.

But Remus couldn’t seem to do anything. It was as if Virgil was a gorgon and Remus was turned to stone.

Virgil was still glaring. “Well? What exactly do you want us to talk about?”

“Come back,” Remus blurted.

Virgil faltered. “What?”

“Come back,” Remus repeated. “Come live with me and Dee again. He misses you.”

Virgil shook his head. He seemed to be having trouble processing what Remus had said, which was a fairly normal reaction to Remus, come to think of it.

“Deceit doesn’t miss me,” he said at last. “He just misses having someone to control.”

“That’s not true,” Remus protested.

Virgil glared. “Deceit never cared about me. Neither of you did.” He seemed to be growing more sure of himself now. “The light sides- they care about me. They help me. I don’t need you anymore.”

Remus frowned. He took a step forward, and Virgil took a step back.

“I’m not going back,” Virgil snarled.

Remus halted. Virgil’s breathing had turned heavy and fast, and he was glaring at Remus. Remus swallowed. Then, he fixed a smile on to his face.

“Fine!” he said. “Not like you’re any fun now, anyway.”

He didn’t quite leave Virgil’s room fast enough to miss the look of relief on Virgil’s face.

Back in his own room, Remus sank to the floor. That had gone terrible. Like a train wreck, except train wrecks were fun, with lots of fire and smoke and dead bodies. So not so much like a train wreck then.

Maybe he should just leave Virgil alone to his perfect life with his perfect friends. But, no, Remus had decided he was going to get Virgil back, and Remus didn’t give up when he’d decided something. That would just be admitting that his idea was unrealistic.

If Virgil didn’t want to remember how good things had been with them, then Remus would just have to find a way to make him remember.

***

Which was how Remus ended up in the light sides’ living room with duct tape, a bundle of rope, and a fool proof plan.

The sides – all four of them - were in the kitchen, which meant all Remus had to do was wait until Virgil and then follow him out and surprise him.

It wouldn’t be long. Virgil always left group activities first.

Laughter and voices drifted from the kitchen, his brother’s voice carrying above the rest, though Remus couldn’t hear what he was saying. They were doing something together – baking maybe? Whatever. Remus didn’t care.

Time passed. Virgil didn’t come out when Remus expected him to. That was strange. Virgil was always anxious and ready to leave when around other people, but Remus could hear his quiet laughter.

As he waited, Remus let his imagination wander. What would happen if he walked into the kitchen? The others would probably yell at him, and try to make him leave. It’d be fun enough in the moment, sure, but he’d get bored fast. What about if he grabbed one of the knives and started stabbing someone – not Roman, he’d just fight back. Not Virgil, either, he’d probably see it coming. Logan or Patton then. Stabbing Logan would be satisfying, except it probably wouldn’t have much of an effect. Nothing he tried to do to Logan would.

Maybe it would have an effect on Patton – Patton did get very upset about all of Remus’s ideas. Maybe Remus would be able to make Patton bleed. Maybe Patton would die. Now that would be interesting.

Roman would probably cry – he was dramatic like that. Yeah, Roman would cry and hold Patton to his chest and swear revenge against Remus. Then he’d probably run Remus through with his sword, and wouldn’t even have to feel guilty about it later.

Logan – Logan was harder to predict. He kept going on about not feeling things, so Remus wasn’t sure if he’d cry. He’d probably help Roman get revenge, though.

Virgil would definitely cry. And get revenge – maybe he’d even get there before Roman did, and kill Remus while Roman was still holding Patton.

Virgil would hate him, and never want to see him again.

Which wasn’t that different from now, actually.

Thinking about that wasn’t so fun anymore.

Logan left the kitchen then, and Remus had to scramble to hide behind the television in time. Okay, so maybe he should have been paying more attention to his surroundings.

For a moment, Remus panicked – had Virgil already left? He had to get to Virgil before he reached his room, otherwise Virgil would be too powerful. But no, he could definitely hear Virgil’s voice from back in the kitchen.

Logan didn’t linger in the living room, instead crossing straight through it without bothering to look to closely, and heading upstairs. A few moments later, Patton and Roman followed him.

Which made Virgil the last one to leave.

Well, that worked in Remus’ favour. He summoned his tentacles and moved into the kitchen.

Virgil hadn’t seen him; he was looking in the opposite direction, a small smile on his face.

Remus darted out a tentacle and wrapped it around Virgil. Virgil cried out and started struggling, but Remus just pulled Virgil to him. Virgil’s eyes widened when he saw Remus.

“Ro-“ Virgil began to shout, but Remus quickly slapped another tentacle over Virgil’s mouth, muffling his cries.

Remus pushed Virgil to the ground and quickly tied his hands and feet, then tied his arms to his sides, so that he couldn’t flail them around. Virgil glared up at him, still trying to speak around the tentacle.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Virgie,” Remus said, and patted him on the cheek.

Virgil somehow managed to glare harder.

With a shrug, Remus transported them both back to the dark side, and only once they were both there did he remove the tentacle from Virgil’s mouth, letting it disappear with the others he’d conjured.

“What the fuck,” Virgil spat as soon as he was able. He pushed himself back, away from Remus, until his back hit the sofa.

Remus looked around to see where Deceit was, but he must have been in his room. Virgil struggled against his bonds.

“Let me go,” Virgil was snarling. “The others are going to notice I’m gone- they’ll come looking.”

“Dee!” Remus called, ignoring Virgil. “I have a present for you.”

In the corner of his eye, Virgil stopped struggling and fell silent.

Upstairs, a door closed, and footsteps sounded towards the stairs.

“I truly hope it’s another body part,” Deceit called, a mix of amused and exasperated.

Remus glanced contemplatively at Virgil, who had drawn his legs up close to his chest, eyes wide and fixed on the staircase. “I mean, technically it contains body parts.”

Deceit descended halfway down the stairs then froze, eyes fixed on Virgil.

“Remus,” he said calmly. “What is Virgil doing here?”

Remus grinned and threw his arms out wide. “Surprise! I got you Virgil.”

“I can see that,” Deceit said, walking slowly to the bottom of the stairs. “Why have you decided to kidnap Virgil?”

“Because you miss him.” Really, shouldn’t it be obvious? Deceit was supposed to be the smart one. “And when I asked him to come back he said no. But then I figured we could just keep him locked up one of the spare rooms. It’ll be just like old times!”

“Fuck that,” Virgil spat, struggling again. “You are not keeping me here.”

Deceit glanced at Remus. “I certainly have the same memories of old times as you do,” he said, then shifted his focus to Virgil. “Are you hurt?”

Virgil went still. He gaped at Deceit. “What?”

“Are you hurt?” he repeated. “Remus can certainly be… gentle without meaning to.”

“Hey!” Remus protested, more at the gentle thing than at what Deceit actually meant.

Virgil was silent for a long time, watching Deceit in confusion, while Deceit watched him back, expression unreadable.

“No,” Virgil muttered at last, looking away.

“Well then,” Deceit said, and strode towards Virgil.

Virgil pushed himself into the sofa as much as he could, hissing. “Don’t touch me.”

Deceit stopped in front of Virgil and crouched down, so that they were eye to eye. “I am about to commit some nefarious action, of course,” he said. “You should definitely be afraid.”

Virgil eyed Deceit warily but didn’t move.

Deceit summoned two extra pairs of hands. One pair reached round to untie his hands, another his feet, and the final pair untied the rope wrapped around his arms and torso. Once they were done, Deceit withdrew, standing up and taking a few steps back.

Virgil watched Deceit suspiciously, rubbing at his wrists.

Remus gaped. “What are you doing? He’s going to escape.”

“Really?” Deceit said. “I hadn’t thought about that. Thank god you are here, Remus, or I don’t know what I would do.” He sounded pissed.

“You’re the one who wanted Virgil back,” Remus protested.

Deceit glanced at Virgil, who looked as confused as Remus. His jaw twitched. “Not like this,” he said, quietly, and then looked at Remus and continued, in his normal tone. “We don’t have the time for one of us to constantly guard him. And if we leave him unsupervised, you know he’ll escape.”

Virgil smirked.

“And do you really want to face the light sides?” Deceit asked. “Or give them more ammunition to use to turn against Thomas.”

“But-“

Virgil stood up, and Remus fell silent. His eyes darted between Remus and Deceit. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then he just closed it and disappeared.

Remus turned his attention back to Deceit, who was still looking at the spot where Virgil had stood, jaw tight.

“You were lying,” Remus realised.

Deceit jumped slightly, as if he’d forgotten Remus was there. “I’m always lying,” he said. “Do you disagree with what I said?”

Remus shrugged. “You’re smart enough to figure out a way to get around all that. If you wanted to keep him, you would have.”

“Trying to keep him didn’t work last time,” Deceit said. “And you should leave him alone.”

Remus scowled. “But you’re upset. Why would you do something that makes you upset?”

Deceit shook his head. “Despite what your brother likes to think, not everything has a happy ending. Why fight for something that is never going to happen?”

Remus wanted to keep arguing with him, but the look Deceit sent told him not to. Instead, he did nothing as Deceit left the room in silence.

Well, he thought, standing alone in the living room.This is going to be harder than I thought.

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Secrets 4

Harry Potter AU Marauders ERA

Link to Chapter 3

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating; M - abuse and delicate subjects. Trigger warning

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James was completely surprised by the words that came out of Regulus’ mouth. At first, he didn’t believe it. Regulus Black being a double agent. That was laughable. James honestly expected Regulus to be dead or killed off by Voldemort after the “real” got going. Regulus wasn’t brave and it would take a lot to convince James otherwise.

Regulus wasn’t an idiot. He had picked up on James’ feelings without having to put much thought into it. From his place, by your side, Regulus scowled at James.

“Ask Dumbledore if you don’t believe me...or don’t. Whatever you want to do, the choice is yours. Besides, your feelings don’t matter to me. I only care about Y/n. The rest of you can go kick rocks.”

Regulus wouldn’t meet his brother’s gaze. You, yourself, had to look away from Sirius. It didn’t take you being so close to him to know that Regulus’ words hurt Sirius. You had been there when Sirius was drunk and upset over his brother. Now Regulus’ still bitter resentment toward Sirius was painfully clear. Part of you often wondered if Regulus was still angry over Sirius leaving home and this statement answered it.

You gently slid your hand onto Regulus’. His cold eyes didn’t move to you for a moment. They were still locked on James as if daring your brother to make a move. Regulus would have been thrilled for any reason to hex your brother. He didn’t care how angry or upset that it made you.

“Regulus, James...both of you stop. This isn’t fair to Y/n. She cares for each of you and you’ll have to find some way to deal with it.”

Sirius said, calmly. Regulus smirked before snuggling closer to you. He kept his eyes on James in almost a cat-like manner. James shook his head and muttered something under his breath before suddenly looking pleased.

“He has to get along with Remus too.”

Regulus tensed. The anger and jealousy that he felt toward the werewolf returned like a brick to the back of the head. Regulus hadn’t forgotten that night at the bar. He hadn’t forgotten hearing you say that you loved Remus.

“Enough, James. Regulus, come with me.”

You stood and tugged the younger Black brother to his feet. He reluctantly followed you into your bedroom and slammed the door.

“Do you love him? The werewolf…”

Regulus said, coldly. You sighed. It was going to take some time for Regulus to let go of some of the prejudices that had been drilled into his head since childhood.

“Remus is one of my friends. I love him as a friend. My love for you is different.”

You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Regulus was still tense. He didn’t relax into your touch as you had hoped. Regulus kissed back but it felt extremely formal. You shook your head before resting against his shoulder.

“Let me love you again, Regulus. I want to love you the way that you should have always been loved but you have to let me.”

“What if I am unlovable?”

He asked. You looked up to his face again. This time the cold anger was gone and was replaced by uncertainty. You mentally cursed Walburga and Orion for the way that they chose to raise their son.

“You are not unlovable. I still love you very much.”

“Why?”

You frowned.

“What do you mean why?”

Regulus shrugged.

“I’ve been so cold to you. I have treated you the way that my family would treat someone. I don’t deserve you but I’ll spend the rest of my life willing to make it up to you...even if you despise me.”

You wrapped your arms back around him.

“I don’t despise you, Reggie. I haven’t stopped being in love with you even with all of the bad. I want us to try again but your family can’t interfere. When you’re around them for a long time...you change. You aren’t the sweet boy that I fell in love with.”

Regulus had put his head down for a moment. You were right. When he was away from Walburga, he could be the shy quiet boy that you adored so much. With Walburga, he was a monster.

“I meant what I said. I’m going back to say goodbye forever.”

Your eyes winded.

“Don’t go back alone. Let me go with you.”

Regulus shook his head.

“I am not letting you go in that house. Stay here with your brother. As much as James and I hate each other...I know that he won’t let you be harmed.”

You began to tremble as Regulus held you tighter.

“Please don’t go back. It won’t end well.”

“I have some things that I have to get. If I don’t they will call me a coward for the rest of my life and I am not going to let that happen. I’ll be back by nightfall.”

Regulus knew that going back to Grimmauld Place was going to be a bad idea. He also knew that he was going to have to face the dark lord. Regulus had already put together a grand charade about “I am working with the order to get information for you, master.” Voldemort would believe that. Regulus could only hope that his own feelings wouldn’t get in the way. He was going to have to put his family's beliefs and ideals on the back burner if he wanted to get you back. Once you were securely his, he could go back to his old ways. He only needed to get you back in the palm of his hand.

“Reggie?”

He looked up, still hating that blasted nickname that you insisted on calling him. Your hazel eyes were full of tears.

“Everything will be fine. Do you trust me?”

You nodded as Regulus leaned down for another kiss. This time the kiss was what you wanted. This was a Regulus Black kiss.

Regulus was the first to break away. He put a hand to the side of your face before smiling shyly.

“I’ll see you soon.”

The rest of the afternoon, you were a nervous wreck. You paced the living room floor. Sirius hadn’t said much since Regulus left. He had tried to calm you down but decided that was going as well as baptizing a cat. You knew if you wanted to talk to him, he was right there.

“Merlin, would you sit down? You are making me nervous.”

James snapped. You rounded on your brother with a frown.

“I’m sorry but I am really worried about him.”

James sighed, ignoring the scathing glare that Lily was giving him. He stood up and pulled you into a hug.

“Everything is going to be okay. Regulus is a big boy and he knows how to use his magic well. You’ll be together as soon as he can get here.”

Dinner was a silent affair. No one had really bothered saying much. It was silently agreed that mindless chatter was going to set you off. You sat quietly picking at the chicken that Lily placed in front of you. She gently patted your shoulder hoping to give you some kind of reassurance that everything would be fine.

The sound of the door opening and closing made you jump from your seat. Running into the living room, you froze the moment that you made eye contact with Regulus. The poor boy was beaten to hell. Your hands went to cover your mouth as you fought back a scream. Both of Regulus’ eyes were bruised. Scratches littered his handsome face and blood-covered lips.

“Is he back…”

Sirius stopped right beside you the moment that he realized what had happened.

“Regulus?”

You managed to squeak. Regulus had been holding his chest where his mother’s foot had broken a rib. He winced wanting to speak but the pain was so severe.

“I’m fine.”

He managed to squeak. You quickly closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder to help him to the couch.

“And I was born yesterday.”

You muttered before quickly unbuttoning his shirt. His chest looked like a giant purple bruise.

“Walburga-special?”

Sirius questioned and Regulus nodded. Regulus winced in pain as your fingers gently felt over his ribs.

“She’s broken your ribs.”

“That isn’t the worst of it.”

Regulus choked out. You reached out and tenderly wiped the blood from his lips as James walked into the room. He froze before meeting Sirius’ gaze. You wanted to cry looking at his normally perfect lips. Sure, you could fix him right up but this image was devastating.

“This was the same condition that you were in when you ran away.”

Sirius nodded, not wanting to speak. He could deal with the pain that his mother put him through but now seeing that Regulus was abused as badly made him feel horrible. Sirius had silently hoped, over the years, that since Regulus was “the good son” he would get no abuse. Clearly, that was not the case.

Meanwhile, you tenderly stroked his face hoping to bring some comfort.

“Do you think you can get into my room? I’ll take care of you.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“I don’t need you fussing over me, Y/n. It's just a few broken bones and after-effects of the cruciatus curse.”

James chuckled.

“Regulus, give it up man. She is going to be fussing over you for the rest of forever. You might as well embrace it.”

“She makes great feel better soup.”

Sirius added. You smiled over your shoulders at your brother and friend. Regulus grumbled something about you being a pain in his ass but smiled when you kissed his nose.

“You aren’t getting away from me this time. I’ll always be a pain in your ass.”

20 minutes later, Regulus was snuggled in bed with his head on your lap. You stroked your fingers through his curls as he lay looking at the opposite wall.

“How does she do her sons like this?”

You asked. Regulus snorted.

“I’ve looked a lot worse.”

Regulus said in an emotionless voice. This made your heartache even more. Neither he nor Sirius ever deserved something like this.

“It's horrible. A mother is supposed to love and care for you.”

Regulus winced as he turned to look up at you.

“A mother is supposed to be many things. I told mother that I wasn’t coming back. I told her that I had fallen in love with you and she wasn’t keeping me from nor hurting you. She went ballistic. My father overheard and joined in the fun. He said he had already lost one son to the Potters and wasn’t about to lose another. I threatened them that if they came near you or tried to harm you there would be consequences. Let's just say my father isn’t doing so hot right now either but I couldn’t hurt my mother. Are you sure that you want a man who would hurt his own parents?”

You swallowed.

“You were protecting yourself. That’s all that matters.”

Regulus sighed when you began stroking his hair again.

“You know it's not over with them. I won’t let them hurt you.”

You knew that Regulus was right on that one. One didn’t “fuck” with the Black family and expect to walk away as a winner.

“We’ll deal with them when the time comes. For now, let's just focus on getting you well.”

(meanwhile)

Walburga was screaming as she stalked around Grimmauld Place breaking every glass object that she could get her hands on. Orion hadn’t said much since Regulus sent him crashing into a wall.

“I don’t understand! What is it with those Potters? We have lost two sons to that family. Do they shit golden eggs?”

Walburga snapped. Druella looked up from the drink that she had been making.

“I don’t understand, dear.”

Walburga sank down into a chair before sobbing violently.

“Both of my sons have abandoned me. Was I such a horrible mother?”

Druella stood and gently patted Walurga’s now messy hair.

“No, my darling, you are a wonderful mother. Don’t hate yourself.”

Orion finally spoke.

“We have given them everything that they could have wanted. Regulus, in particular. He was supposed to be our star. Now, look at him. He’s run off to be with some slut.”

“You know that he almost had a baby with that slut, right?”

Druella, Orion, and Walburga turned to see Bellatrix sitting in the corner. The girl smiled evilly.

“What did you say?”

Walburga choked out. Bellatrix nodded.

“Yes, aunty. Y/n was pregnant. Don’t know rightfully what happened. All that I know is she had a miscarriage. It's torn Regulus apart. I think it's driven him mad. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who took care of the problem. Reproducing an illegitimate heir with some common harlot.”

Walburga howled louder. This was news that she didn’t expect to hear. Druella frowned at her daughter.

“Bella, how do you know this?”

Bellatrix stood up.

“Heard it right from the horse's mouth. Regulus was crying about it in his sleep.”

Orion looked embarrassed. The knowledge that his son almost had an illegitimate heir to the Black family fortune was enough to make him ill.

“We have to deal with this problem. Find Regulus and the girl...bring them back here to be punished.”

Bellatrix nodded.

“Of course, uncle.”

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