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Unus Annus, is that you?

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The Frozen Coffins - 4/?

TW: PTSD, sexual abuse, heavy topics, fluff?

After Wilford had said those comforting words to you that day, you started to hang out with him more. He made you comfortable in a place of confusion and anxiety. He was always patient and seemed like he understood.

He never pressed you about information on your PTSD. He was always ready to talk about it whenever you needed to. He even got you comfortable with some of the other egos. Yancy still scared you a bit, but you still had plenty of time to get to know him.

But, one day, you just caved. You stayed in your room and just cried quietly. You would hear some shuffling around the door to your room, but nothing further. What you didn't know was that Wilford was guarding the door for you, so that you could be left alone. But, one ego slipped past him and knocked on the door.

"Y-Yes?" you responded, shakily.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Dark asked softly from the other side of the door.

"Y-Yeah... I'm alright..."

"C'mon... let me help you."

You stayed silent.

"Can I at least come in?" he asked.

"Sure..."

He opened the door slowly and walked in, keeping his distance. It put you a little bit at ease.

"What's wrong?" he asked squatting down to look at you. You looked away from him. He sighed, standing up, and starting to walk toward the door.

"W-Wait!" you exclaimed, making him turn back to look at you. "Could you stay with me for a bit longer?"

He smiled a little and shook his head.

"Of course..."

Dark sat next to you just in case you needed him.

"This just reminded me of when I was back in the facility. Usually, we just sleep for a long amount of time until our new owner picks us. But..." you just looked away from him.

"I'm sorry that it happened to you..." he stated. "He shouldn't have treated you that way..."

You swallowed at the flashbacks of the overseer of the facility. He saw as the tears came down your cheeks. He hugged you comfortably as you fought back tears unsuccessfully.

"It's okay. He can't hurt you anymore..." he said softly.

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Unpopular Opinion :

Before I publish the fourth part to the Frozen Coffins series, I want to address something that's been bugging me for a bit...

I don't really believe that Dark is the dominant, and manipulative person the rest of the fandom believes that he is. And I can prove that it is canon.

I realize that previously Mark has said in his WKM livestream that Dark is the opposite of him. Calling him manipulative and saying that he wants to take advantage of you.

But, in the Damien livestream, he implies that Dark is not the over-arching villain in his sketches. He implies that Actor Mark is the villain in the timeline.

Believe what you want, but that is my opinion.

Bonus: Everyone overlooks the fact that Yancy murdered his parents, but they don't excuse Dark for some of the things that he has done. Very interesting, no?

Yancy is still a cinnamon roll. Lmao.

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The Frozen Coffins - 3/?

You walked up the stairs and came across a hallway. You heard someone get up from their chair and scurried to go hide in a closet or something. Dark walked by the closet and down the stairs.

Once he was down them, I slowly came out of the closet and quietly scurried down the hall.

"C'mon... I need to hide somewhere..." you thought to yourself. You walked into, what seemed like, the guest bedroom. You hid under the large bed.

"ANTI! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Dark screamed.

I crept out from under the bed to hide in the closet to hear what was going on. Dark heard the creak as he had Anti pulled up by his collar. He dropped him onto the floor.

"Son of a bitch..." Dark mumbled as he got closer to the door of the closet. You crept back, hoping it would help you keep your cover. It didn't last.

Dark heard the crinkling of clothes when you moved back and opened the closet. He chuckled as he saw your lower half left exposed by the clothes hanging up in the closet. He picked you up and put you down just outside of the closet and closed the door behind you.

You were shaking like a leaf while he was picking you up and plopping you down on the ground.

"Hi. Sorry about not having company when you woke up..." he said, looking at the ground. You still shook and took a step back from him.

"Um... it's alright..." you stated, trying to keep your distance. Dark noticed and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah... I just need some fresh air..."

You went down the stairs and went just outside onto the porch. You breath shakily, feeling really uncomfortable. Yancy was looking out across the horizon to the forest. He looked over at you.

"I haven't seen youse here before. What are ya here for?" he asked. You jump at his voice. His eyes widen at your sudden movements. You back away from him slowly and went back into the house. A bunch of entities were surrounding the couch area. Dark rose his head from his hands. He was sitting on the couch next to several other people that looked very similar to him. Before Dark could even open his mouth, Wilford got up. He had a concerned look on his face and stopped Dark when he tried to get closer.

"She clearly has some sort of trauma. You should let her adjust," Wilford says to Dark. Wilford got a bit closer to me.

"Hi. My name is Wilford. What is your name?" he asked, smiling at me.

"I-I'm Y/N..." you responded weakly.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. None of us are going to hurt you. And... if you want to talk to us about anything, we're here to listen,"

"Th-thank you..."

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The Frozen Coffins - 2/?

Once Dark had brought you home, he took the instructions off of the back of the coffin.

They read:

Open the coffin (duh)

Gently kiss her on the lips

Let thaw for 30 minutes to an hour

Dark scoffed at the first step.

"How ignorant of them..." he sighed. He opened the coffin and pecked you softly on the lips and left you to go handle some business. He figured you wouldn't wake for a while anyway, since you were in the facility for so long. It made him swallow hard, thinking about what the saleswoman had said about your experience there.

He shook the thought from his head and snapped his fingers, now in his office. He called someone on his phone.

"Hey, Anti. I need you to watch the human that I put in the living room," Dark explained. "Please!"

"Ugh... fine." Anti said.

"Thank you," Dark hung up. Anti ran down the stairs to see a coffin with you in it. He sighed.

"She's probably dead, but whatever, Dark..."

Wilford came into the room and looked confused as he spotted you and Anti.

"Who's that?" he asked.

"I don't know..." Anti responded.

"Well, you want some cookies?"

"Do I?!"

Anti rushed over to sit on one of the stools at the kitchen island. He shoved chocolate chip cookies into his mouth and wasn't paying attention when you eventually defrosted. You carefully got out of the coffin that you were in and snuck over to the stairs. You climbed up them and started to explore further.

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The Frozen Coffins - 1/?

Dark came into the room filled with coffins along with the salesman of the place.

It was awfully cool in the area. So cold, in fact, that frost had formed on the edges of the glass of the exquisite coffins laid across the ground.

The humans in this facility were mainly used as servants, but these were supposed to be soul mates for the entities that bought them. You layed in a coffin that was long forgotten by the salespeople at the facility. The frost on your coffin was thick. Much thicker than any other human's had been for a long time.

Dark looked over at your coffin.

"Excuse me, but... what about that coffin?" he asked, pointing at the coffin.

"Ah... that poor girl. She's been kept here by the owner of this fine establishment. I have no idea why, but I do not think that I want to know..." the salesman explained.

"Could you open it?"

"Of course, sir..."

He carefully opened the coffin. Your lips were a light red, despite being in the coffin for so long. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair had been perfectly tucked under your head and over the light, fluffy pillow supporting your head. You had your arms crossed right under your breasts.

"She's perfect," Dark stated, in absolute awe.

"So, then... you'll take her?"

"Yes..."

"I must inform you that we don't have refunds available in case something goes wrong. Is that okay?"

"Yes, I don't think I will be needing one,"

"Alright. Instructions are on the back of the coffin. Have a nice day!"

"You too!"

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Descendants AU 3/?

Tw: Fear of heights, irrational anxiety (maybe more, idk)

Pairing(s): Past Dukexiety, past Anxceit, eventual Prinxiety, Logicality

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It had been a few days since the VK's arrived at Auradon Prep. Even though they had all gotten a tour a couple of days before, Virgil still didn't where everything in the school was. So, because he didn't want to ask Roman, he took a walk around the school every day. School was in a week, so he had a lot of time.

Virgil walked towards the door.

"Wait! Virgil, can I come with you?" Roman asked across the room.

"Um... sure..." Virgil responded, his voice very frail. He was still somewhat afraid of Roman, considering that he was the king's son. He felt like he didn't deserve the kindness that he received from their kingdom. They had every right to believe that he was trouble. Yet, somehow, someone believed in him. Roman rushed out of his room, interrupting Virgil's thoughts.

"So, where to?" Roman asked.

"I'm going to go walk around upstairs. If you want to join, that's fine," Virgil said faintly.

"O-Okay..." Roman said, a little surprised. He had never heard Virgil's voice above a whisper. His voice was still faint, sure, but it was a lot better than the past few days. Virgil opened the door and they both walked out of their dorm. They ended up staying at the top balcony looking out onto the ocean. They both ordered drinks, sat down, and looked down at the shimmering ocean. A few tentacles rose up from the waves and Virgil panicked a little.

"Oh no. It's Remy..." Virgil thought. Roman saw Virgil's nervous expression.

"Are... you okay?" Roman asked.

"Y-Yeah..." Virgil lied, still staring at the ocean wide-eyed. Roman didn't believe him, so he stood up from his seat.

"Roman... it's fine. You don't have to-" Virgil was interrupted by a giant tentacle sweeping his off of the balcony and headed toward the ocean.

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Descendants AU 2/?

Tw: Remus, Remy, Deceit. (Tell me if there's anything else...)

Pairing(s): Eventual Prinxiety, Logicality, past Dukexiety, past Anxceit.

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Roman headed out to the front of the school, adjusting his tie as he walked. Amber was already watching for the new kids in her red and gold dress, the edge of her skirt just below the knee.

Roman's parents had paired the two together just a few years before. He didn't like it, but he didn't have a choice. Not if he couldn't find another royal that he liked. But, for now, he'd just have to deal with Amber.

The limousine drove up to the school, stopping to drop the new students off. The first one to get out seemed to have a mischievous demeanor. He held out a hand of cards, talking to another new student.

"Dean, most likely..." Roman thought.

The next one seemed to be familiar. Almost as if he'd seen that face before. He had a moustache, and talked to the boy with the sunglasses. He had a... unique demeanor to him.

"Remus..." Roman thought.

The boy with the sunglasses had a conch shell necklace around his neck. He seemed to be the most calm type, a little less like his mother.

"Remy..." Roman thought to himself.

A boy with faded purple in his hair walked out. His hair was swept away from his face and his makeup was still pristine, almost as if he'd done it in the limousine. His black dress shirt was accompanied with a purple suit jacket. He had the top button of his dress shirt open and stayed a little farther away.

"Prince Virgil..." Roman thought, a little relieved. He appreciated the style that Virgil brought to the school right off the bat. He felt like it was going to be okay, despite his father's wishes for Virgil to be with his mother in the tower. His face got a little hot once Virgil looked at him. Virgil warmly smiled at the prince. Remus looked over at the two of them, immediately envious. Remus had just gotten Virgil back and now someone was stealing him away again.

"That's okay," Remus thought, "I'll get him back one way or another."

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Brotherly "Love" 1/?

Tw: Prinxiety angst, Remus, distressed Virgil, spiraling thoughts, panic attack.

Pairing(s): Dukexiety, eventual Prinxiety, Logicality

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Remus sat next to Virgil on the couch. Virgil looked a little uncomfortable. Roman sat at the counter in the kitchen along with Patton. Roman glared at Remus steadily, hoping he would notice. Patton seemed concerned for Virgil as he just sat there, clearly not appreciating Remus' company.

"I... don't like him..." Roman mumbled to Patton.

"Yeah, Virgil doesn't look too good," Patton whispered. They stopped talking as soon as Remus seemed to come closer to Virgil.

"So... Virgil, I wondering..." Remus started. "If you would want to go out with me?"

"S-Sure..." Virgil responded. Roman felt a part of him die in that moment. He tried to confront Remus right then and there, but Patton held him back.

"He has to split from him on his own. Virgil will come to you in time. But, for now, you need to let it go," Patton advised.

"But... he looks so uncomfortable..." Roman pleaded.

"You need to let him end things himself. For now, you need to help him," Patton explained.

"If he'll let you..." Logan said, walking up behind them. Virgil walked upstairs to his room and sat on his bed.

"The look on Roman's face... that was..." Virgil thought. He felt a wave of stress crash into his chest.

What have you done?

His room got gradually darker and darker. He couldn't seem to think straight through the panic.

Why did I say YES?

Virgil started to hyperventilate as tears ran down his face. There was a faint knock at the door.

"Virgil?" Roman asked.

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Descendant AU (SS) 1/?

Tw: Implied past betrayal, Dark Sides, Remy.

Pairing(s): Eventual Prinxiety, Logicality.

Virgil woke up next to his windowsill, a sharp pain in his back. He got up, stretched for a bit, and wiped the drool away from his mouth. His mother, Maleficent, had her face down on her desk.

"Probably wasted her time trying to get out of here again..." Virgil thought. He sat on his pristinely made bed, when he heard something. It sounded like...

Virgil panicked as the feet of guards tapped on the stairs up to the tower.

"At least if they put us to death... we'll be remembered by our people, right?" Virgil asked as he paced around the room. Maleficent brought her head up from the desk, the papers sticking to her face.

"What?" she asked, a little drowsy.

"We might have to take a death penalty for your mistakes..." Virgil explained, still pacing around. Before Maleficent could respond, the guard knocked on the door. He opened the door soon after, and held a scroll near his face. Virgil started to sweat.

"His royal highness, Prince Roman of the Auradon Alliance, has decided to show mercy to the Underground for it's ruler's actions. Therefore, the royal family invites Prince Virgil of the Underground to come to our prepatory school along with three of his people. We deeply apologize for our assumptions of your morale. We hope we can have a great age of peace between our kingdoms," the guard read. It surprised Virgil more than anything. He didn't expect the prince to be so forgiving. He walked off with the guards, glad that people knew who he really was. His mother was surprisingly quiet after he left. He figured she would at least try to get out by trying to go with her son, but she had decided not to do anything. As soon as Virgil and the guards reached the bottom of the tower, Virgil was escorted into a limousine.

From there, they drove to the entrance of the Underground. The driver opened the barrier momentarily via the red button on the dashboard. As soon as they drove in, the barrier reformed as it was before. The first person to come out was, thankfully, a familiar face. Remus, Virgil's boyfriend before The Incident happened, walked over to the limousine. He had grown out a moustache since Virgil had last seen him, but he thought it suited him.

Remus opened the car door and immediately dropped his luggage. His hand went up to his mouth instinctively while a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

"V-Virgil?" Remus mumbled.

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Aah!

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you know you want to.. 

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Characters for Sanders Sides Descendants AU

Hero Kids

Emile: The son of Rapunzel. Has long locks of hair, but can cut it with enchanted scissors that his mother created with the help of the sun drop and the moon stone. He envies his brother's compassion and wishes to stand out bolder than his brother.

Logan: The son of Belle. Always has his nose in a book and is logical. He secretly has a crush on Patton. He is annoyed that his father didn't take the crown while he had the chance, but is civil with Prince Roman and his family's achievements.

Patton: The son of Rapunzel. Can cut his hair with scissors enchanted with the sun drop and the moon stone. He appreciates his brother and would do anything for him. Has a crush on Logan, but isn't very good at hiding it.

Roman: The son of Snow White. He hates apples out of suspicion, but loves almost every other fruit. He is a bit narcissistic, but is a sweet heart on the inside. Thinks that everyone can be good if they want to be. Tan, despite his mother's skin tone. Heir of the kingdom above the ground.

Villain Kids:

Virgil: The son of Maleficent and Hades. Locked up in a tower with his mother and away from his friends in the underground because of his mother's constant attempts at escaping. Does not agree with his mother in her reign of terror. Heir to the underground kingdom. Dark and brooding all the time. No one else knows about Hades being his dad except for Remus.

Remy: The son of Ursula. Can become a tentacle monster with his magic. Plotting with his friends to get Virgil out of the tower above the ground. Pretty chill and is addicted to caffeine.

Remus: The "son" of the Evil Queen. Got stolen away from Snow White as a baby. As pale as snow. Plotting with the others to get Virgil out of the tower. Doesn't agree with his "mother's" plans to get out of the underground. Wants to wait until Snow White and her husband decide to let them out.

Deceit: The son of Dr. Facilier. Tricks with the past, present, and future. Looking for a way to get Virgil out of the tower with the others. Wants to get out of the underground as soon as possible.