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All Too Familiar

Raine sees a bit too much of they're partner in her adopted kid, it was almost too uncanny. Maybe Eda sees so much of her own partner in her kid, too.

(old gays, what could be better?)

ao3

Eda’s kid really was Eda’s kid. With the way she dove head-first in to action, took every matter in to her own hand, garnered attention without trying, it was like Raine travelled back in time and saw the same fearless, selfless and stubborn little girl. They were almost convinced that the two were biologically related.

Their theory was further solidified when they once asked Luz about what track she chose to study at Hexside. Raine could’ve sworn something inside them croaked when Luz told them she was taking them all at once.

They had caught her doing catch up homework in the kitchen of the Owl House one morning. She looked so absolutely determined to catch up on what she missed the two weeks she was gone before The Day of Unity. They caught a glimpse of Abominations schoolwork, a Potions assignment and the Constructions work Luz was currently focused on.

“Morning Raine.” Luz greeted, not as usually energetic, but still more lively than the bard themself.

“Morning, Luz. Early worker, aren’t you?” Raine greeted as they got themselves a cup of tea. “You drink tea?” They asked.

“I’m good. Got a lot of schoolwork I got a lot catch up on!” Luz stretched her back before going back to work. “Post Dictatorship isn’t gonna stop the school curriculum. Besides, can’t slack off when you’re taking every track.”

Incredible, Eda.

They found the pre-whipped pancake batter in Eda’s magic-powered fridge and decided Luz needed her stimulants. They fried away as Luz got to talking.

“Bump lets you guys do that now?” Raine asked. Luz did what Eda usually did on the rare chance you’d catch her bashful—raises her shoulders and grabs her non-dominant arm. Raine felt a strong adoration towards the girl, if nothing else.

“Yeah, uh, Hexside had an incident with The Greater Basilisk last year. Me and a bunch of kids kinda, y’know, saved the school by using the different tracks we wanted to take. That kinda got Bump to change his mind.” Luz recalled. “Honestly, that should’ve been the most unforgettable adventure of a lifetime for me, but I kinda forgot that happened.”

The Greater Basilisk attacked Hexside, huh?

Raine paced a plate of warm pancakes in front of the girl, right beside her schoolwork.

“But yeah, that day change Hexside’s entire curriculum. Which was great, because if it didn’t, I would’ve been stuck with potions for the rest of my time at Hexside.” Luz continued.

Ah yes, the stereotypical Clawthorne track of choice. That was what pushed Raine over the edge that they couldn’t help themself anymore. “Luz, why is it that everything I hear about you remind me more and more of your mom when we were kids?” They let out a laugh in between their words

That was the biggest compliment Luz had ever heard anyone gave her. To know there was some part of Eda that she managed to project. “Aww, Thanks Raine!” For both the compliment and the pancakes.

The bard smiled at her. They sat down on the table where Luz was eating up her pancakes. “So, tell me, how does that work? Doesn’t it take up too much of your time?”

“Heck No!” Luz exclaimed. “I mean, I’m not taking every class every day." She explained her very own, very filled up schedule and it baffled Raine even more. But they're not gonna go deeper into this child's choices.

“So which ones do you like the most?” Raine asked. Sitting next to this kid was a delight.

“Well,” Luz dragged her L's as a shade if red crept up her face, “I share abominations with my girlfriend so, y'know, I try my best in that class specifically.”

“I used to do that with potions, until I started to focus all my time in bard magic.” Raine commented. “The things we do when we're smitten.”

“Exactly!” Luz replied. “They're like, the world's greatest motivation and inspiration!” To this Raine let out a laugh.

“But!” Luz interjected. “That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy every class I have. Plants with Willow is great. Illusions, I'm a natural at, not to brag. Oracles, Constructions, Healing, Potions —Eda takes this one very seriously— Beasts, Bard Magic!” Luz recalls with stars in her eyes. Raine wonders how she has so much energy this early in the morning.

“When you enjoy everything, it seems less like schoolwork and more of an adventure.” Okay, this was the core difference between Luz and Eda. Their partner despised school, while this kid just takes every piece of education she could get.

“Actually! I agree! Especially at Hexside. Never a dull moment in class.” They said, sipping their tea. Luz hummed in cheerful agreement before turning back to her homework.

Raine watched Luz lay out several glyph papers and set them down to summon constructions. This was all still incredible to the bard.

“Thank King that worked!” Luz exclaimed, proud of her infinity-shape construction.

A true prodigy.

“So does the glyphs work for every form of magic?” Raine asked.

“Oh definitely!” Luz sounded so proud of herself, almost as much as Raine was. “You just gotta learn which combos to use. Took me a good half a year to figure out a lot of them. And I haven’t scratched the surface.” Luz had every right to brag about that, whether she meant to or not.

A self-taught magic prodigy. Eda, you sure she isn’t yours?

Suddenly, a thought hit the bard’s interest. “You can do Bard magic? With your glyphs?” They asked.

They watched as the girl’s face lit up in excitement. “Wait here! I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere!” Luz exclaimed as she dashed off.

There was this tinge of pride that Raine felt, seeing their partner’s kid-not-kid be so enthusiastic about bard magic. They weren’t sure how Luz would make it work, but the kid’s already crossed worlds and beyond. There were no limits to what she could have done.

However, she still was Eda’s kid, so hearing a thud, followed by a small ‘ow’ probably shouldn’t have given Raine that much of a mini-heart attack.

“Nope! I did not fall down the stairs!” Luz said as she got back up and continued running back to the table with an undamaged and well taken-care of mandolin.

Raine’s breath hitched when they saw the lightning cloud engraved on it. “Oh, my Titan…” Raine stared at the mandolin in awe.

“It’s not broken, I swear! Actually, nothing’s broken, nope!” Luz swore. “But yeah, Eda gave this to me. I wanna learn the guitar eventually, but this is pretty cool, too.” Luz said smiling.

“Eda gave this to you?” Raine asked. The last time they saw the mandolin was the last time they though they would ever see their Edalyn. They wondered if Eda had any qualms about letting go of the few remaining pieces of memoirs of what they used to be.

“Well, not gave, per se. She taught me my first Bard spells with this. She said I could use it for school.” Luz said, oblivious to Raine’s inner turmoil slowly dissolving.

Of course, Eda wouldn’t let it go.

“So, which spells did she teach you?” Raine asked, wanting to hear only one answer. But they would be lying if they said they weren’t curious to know how deep Eda’s bard magic knowledge went.

“Levitation spells, plant growing spells,” Luz said as she stuck a glyph unto the back of the mandolin, “but I’m not too good yet, so…”

The girl turned to Raine. “you’re not allowed to make fun of me, okay Head Bard?” She said with a smirk.

That was Eda. No doubt about it.

“I promise. Your mom would kill me in cold blood if I ever said anything negative towards you.” Raine swore.

Luz took a deep breath before her she placed her fingers on the board. “This one’s Eda’s comfort healing spell.” She said, nervous about being watched, but she persisted.

The song rang through the kitchen like a melody that travelled through time. Luz was playing their song, Raine’s love letter to Eda, and the kid just got lost in the tune. She played slower than the song intended, like she was afraid of making a mistake. Aside from that, Luz played like she didn’t need to be taught, like she knew this song.

Eda’s prodigy, no, Eda’s child.

As the song had ended, Luz turned to the bard with wonder in her eyes. “Why? What’s wrong?” She asked.

Raine hadn’t realized they were tearing up. The let out a small sniffle as they wiped their cheeks. “Oh, it’s nothing, I just remembered something.”

Luz let out a small sigh. “Sorry if it was a bit off, I haven’t been playing for long.”

“Hey, hey, hey. No. None of that,” they said placing their hand on her left shoulder, “you played good, kiddo.” They said with the sincerest smile they’ve ever given off in a while.

Luz sighed with relief. “Oh, good. Eda’d have my head if she found out I butchered it.”

“Luz, did you know where she learned that song?” Raine asked, wanting her to say no. They wanted to share this with the kid, and had really hoped Eda wouldn’t mind if they told a few of their stories to the girl. She shook her head. “Wanna hear about it? Or do you wanna finish you’re Abominations work?”

“Oh, titans!” Luz exclaimed. “Eda and Raine Backstory Time!” She said, dropping her pen and stacking her papers together.

“Alright, alright! Just, finish your pancakes.” Luz went directly to eat up. She watched Raine in anticipation.

“Okay, so, do you know the song title?” Raine asked. Luz shook her head as a no.

“It’s actually Raine’s Rhapsody.” Luz’s eyes widened, unable to say anything with her mouth full. “I-well- wrote that, for your mom.” Raine’s face was swallowed with a hue of red. “It was supposed to calm her down during Beast episodes, but, I guess, y’know, it calmed me down a lot too. It was supposed to be a violin solo, but Eda managed to play it on that mandolin, so, y’know, it’s been a duet ever since.”

Luz looked so starry eyed. After swallowing down her food, she awed. “That is the sweetest thing I have heard all day!” Raine wanted to comment that it was 8 in the morning, but they’d take it.

“Thanks kiddo.” Raine said with a smile.

“I wanna do that, too. I’ll compose something for Amity,” her voice got softer, face flushing a bit, “just, something that reminds her of me, y’know?”

“You’ll do great, Luz. Amity would love anything from you.” They meant it.

Luz hugged Raine and skidded off, papers forgotten.

“Well, that’s not something I expected to witness this morning, but I definitely needed that,” Raine heard from their favorite voice in the world. It still gives them pixies in the stomach.

“Edalyn! How long have been watching?” they asked, heart still sped up.

“Heard my kid fall down the stairs and just wanted to see if she broke any bones. Turns out she was on her way to break my partner.” Eda said. She emerged from the stairs with her arms crossed and her smile intact.

“Yep, that’s, yeah, that’s right.” Rained stuttered a bit. “That’s one incredible kid you got there, Eda.”

“Nah, that one’s on Cam. Kid’s an overachiever for no one else but herself. Getting full experiences and all.” Eda remarked, sitting next to her partner. “All this talk about being a real witch, and she doesn’t realize she’s realer than anything in my life.”

“I’m not talking about that.” Raine answered. “She’s a lot like your mini-me. Rash, impulsive, having the flair for dramatics, makes questionable choices, “

Eda stole their cup of tea and chugged down the contents as she looked them dead in the eyes. “You’re dating me again, so what does that say about your choices?” She cut them off.

“But! She’s extremely passionate, headstrong and very rambunctious,” they continue, “that’s Edalyn Clawthorne in my eyes.”

Eda looked at them in awe, then quickly softened her expression as she let out a small laugh. “Honestly, she reminds me of you a bit too much. Maybe that’s why I was so quickly taken by her.”

“What? How?” They ask.

“Come on, Rainestorm. Our first meeting in almost two decades and you were rebelling against the very thing you served. Albeit the kid could’ve done better, but you know what I mean.”

“Hey! I was inexperienced, okay?” Raine butted in.

“Also, she’s a magic prodigy and I only taught her basic stuff, like flying and potions. Everything else, she figured out on her own.” Eda stated. “Also, who the heck takes 9 different tracks and catches up on schoolwork on a Saturday morning? After a tyrannical apocalypse she helped stop?!”

“And said schoolwork was forgotten in the name of love.” She added. Raine watched as Eda gathered the papers and placed them away from any possible stains.

That shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was.

“So, you taught her Raine’s Rhapsody?” Raine asked.

“Oh, yeah, hope you don’t mind. I played it for her before when I still had my magic. She had the worst headache and I wasn’t sure if potions were safe for humans. The song helped her a lot. She begged me to teach her.” Eda recalled.

“I don’t mind at all. Kid’s pretty self-conscious about playing.” Raine said.

“Much like a certain bard I know.” Eda teased.

“Hey! That’s different! I’m one person! I constantly have to play in front of people!” The defended, bright red and flustered.

Eda let out a laugh. “Still, Luz’s all the best people in one. I don’t know how she manages with all she’s been through.” “She’s been through more at 15 than anyone else I’ve ever known. That’s gonna create issues with her psyche.” Raine commented. “She’s lucky she has you.”

“Oh, please. I dragged her into this, and now she’s my-not-mine kid and Cam’s counting on me to take care of her. If anything, I’m the lucky Momma Bird.” Eda said, smiling with a sigh.

Raine placed their hands unto Eda’s and looked at her with a softness that Eda’s only ever seen with them. “Eda, anyone’s lucky to have you. I know I am.”

They found each other staring, quickly looking away from each other, red and flustered.

“Ay! No! Too early for gushies!” A small voice came up out of nowhere.

“Watch yourself, Whispers! That’s my mom!” King declared pointing at the bard.

Eda burst out laughing as Raine melted in puddle of shame.

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Luz Noceda's Crash Course on Alternate Magic: Glyph Magic For Beginners

Hunter, like us, needed help understanding these glyphs. Luz, like me, is all too happy to help.

(TLDR the technicalities of glyph magic as taught by our Good Witch Luzura)

ao3

Hunter wasn’t too keen on only relying on Flapjack for magical capabilities, but he didn’t exactly have too much of a choice. Simply existing already took a bit on his galderstone, he didn’t know how to use up a bit more energy to do a lightspell, anyway. Flapjack was there to assist Hunter no matter what, but Hunter wasn’t going to make the poor palisman his lifeline.

“You could learn paper magic, you know.” Said the bird. “Sister could help.” The cardinal stared at him as he gave out the suggestion like it was the most obvious solution to his troubles

“And what, give her something to rub in my face and brag about?” Hunter argued. Maybe it was ego talking, or his fear of being a bother. “I’ll just ask Eda.” He prompted.

“Sister is your best choice. She knows more.” Flapjack responded.

“I know she does, she’s already ran the basics through everyone in this house!” Hunter reminded Flapjack.

“That means she’ll teach you.” The bird argued.

A little more arguing with his bird, and after winning the battle against his own pride, Flapjack finally convinced him to take that walk to Luz’s bedroom door and knock.

“Luz?” He called out, “Are you busy?”

When he got no answer, he scoffed to walk away, until he heard a concerning thump and a small “ow” from the door. Worry kicked him in the spine as he knocked on the door again, a little more frantically than he would admit.

“Luz? You good?” He asked with concern seeping through his words. He wasn’t fond of falling sounds, especially when they came from his housemates.

“I’m good!” The girl stammered from the other side of the wall. A few sounds of stumbles later, her door was wide opened.

“Hunter! How’s it going?” She asked breathlessly and full of energy. He looked beyond the door into the room to peek at several glyph papers on the floor and bed.

“Is…” He paused to find a better way to phrase ‘are you okay?’ without making a fuss about her “… this a bad time?”

“Nope! Come in!” She said, dragging her into her laboratory-like room. Hunter was cautious about accidentally stepping on a scribbled-out glyph. He wasn’t sure which ones were still activatable, and since the electric-floor incident, Hunter wasn’t taking any chances.

Luz pointed at him animatedly with the excitement level only seen in magic nerds and sports jocks. “Your, sir, are just in time!” She exclaimed. Hunter decided to ask questions later, because Luz was in deep in her zone. When she was in her glyph brainstorm mode, it wasn’t going to be easy getting a focused discussion with her.

Before he knew it, they were on the twin-sized bed, surrounded by crumpled paper. She took out her notepad and scribbled a glyph pattern on it. A plant glyph in the middle, on its rings were equidistant smaller light glyphs and in the northern and southern tips were fire glyphs of the same size. Hunter watched how methodically these were drawn out, like Luz has known these all her life.

Hunter has never seen this specific glyph pattern before. “Is this a new one?” Hunter asked. “What does it do?”

Luz looked at him and grinned. “Watch and learn, Goldie.”

She detached the paper from the pad and laid it in front of them. When her fingers laid on the center of the paper, she closed her eyes. The paper dissolved into an undiscernible shape of light before slowly taking form.

Hunter was very curious to how this would go. His eyes lit up when he saw the light turn into a smaller version of King. It waved and smiled and curled up in his sleeping position.

“Woah…” he whispered. He tried to touch it, but his fingers ran through the realistic image of the tiny titan. It was a hologram. No.

“An illusion?” He whispered. Luz smiled as she opens her eyes. The tiny King woke up to give a little dance and a bow before disappearing.

“Ta da!” She exclaimed. “Illusion Magic, Baby! Ha! How’s that for bilesac-less?” Her arms were raised and her face was smug. Hunter was beyond impressed.

“Okay, wow. I have to admit, that was impressive!” Hunter remarked.

Luz laughed. “It better be! I was up for a whole 36 hours trying to figure this baby out! Then again, it probably would have taken half the time if I just called Gus sooner.”

“How’d you do that?” Hunter asked.

“Oh, simple!” She redrew the glyph as she explained. “So, illusions should have a natural life source, hence the plant glyph. The light glyphs are the concentration and projection of the life source and the fire glyphs keep the life source projecting. It’s kind of like the TV back in the Human Realm. The light is the screen, the plant is the cable and the fire is the electricity.”

Humans were the most innovative species Hunter has ever encountered. Whether or not that was a good thing was a case-to-case basis. “You pulled an all-nighter for that?”

“Don’t mind that, doesn’t matter. Anyway, why were you outside my door? Did’ya need anything?” Luz asks as she tucks the paper in her pocket.

“Oh! Yeah, um. I was actually gonna ask you about glyphs. Like I know the basics, the four you taught us, but how exactly do you know which ones to put together and how do write it out?”

Luz’s eyes dilated like a child. She grabbed her witch’s wool cloak and grabbed Hunter by the wrist. “This is done better when you’re outside, trust me.” With her pen and pad in her pockets, she prepared to make their way outside.

“Call Flapjack, we’re flying down.” Luz instructed, calling on her own palisman. She led the way, flying out the window. There was no way Hunter was going to ever make sense of this girl, but he trusted her a lot. His bird, wanting to spring into action anyway, came to relatively easy.

There were no set expectations for what would happen on this day, but Hunter was rather excited.

The two ended up flying down to the bottom of the cliff, just under the owl house. Hunter assumed she would take them to some bootcamp or a trial maze, but he wasn’t going to complain about relative safety.

Luz sat down on the sand, laying down already pre-made glyphs on the ground. Hunter sat across her. She laid out the four basic ones in a quadrangle and drew a sand circle to connect them, placing the fire symbol south, light symbol on the north, ice glyph on the west and plant glyph on the east. She cleared her throat and started explaining.

“Okay, so, we’re going to have to go back to the basics. These are the four foundations of any spell circle, found in either nature or another witch’s spell. So, I’ve divided the spells into two categories to make stuff easier. We have conjuring spells and inscribed spells. Conjuring spells are the ones that don’t need a life source to work. They, by name, conjure up inanimate stuff. For example,”

She removed the plant glyph from its position to replace it with another ice glyph. She looked to Hunter with a smile. “You wanna try?” She asked.

Hunter took a deep breathe before tapping to the middle of the circle. He closed his eyes in anticipation, and completely missing the transformation. He opened his eyes to see a full fledge ring of snow where the pattern used to be.

“Woah…” Hunter breathed.

“Ta da! Snow circle!” Luz explained. “Two ice glyphs to embody, fire glyphs to activate and light glyph to sustain! Basically, just giving the ice glyph a new form!”

“Oh! Like the mist circle?” Hunter recalled the first time they ever worked together. The first time he learned how resilient and brilliant this girl was, though he would never admit without stakes.

“Exactly! It’s Science, Baby!” Luz exclaimed.

“What’s science?” Hunter asked, and Luz snapped her head in disbelief before visibly realizing.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you guys didn’t have that. It’s basically use of facts, logic and calculations, but I’ve never been too good at it. Human thing,” Luz explained. “Never mind that, let’s get back to glyphs.”

“This is incredible,” Hunter commented quietly, eyes still glued to the snow ring. He didn’t see the appreciative look Luz threw at him before continuing with the subject.

“So, inscribed glyphs, as you could probably tell, are the ones that need a power source to activate all the other glyphs. All of these glyphs could be power sources, depending on what they’re used for.”

She took a stick and started drawing circles and lines on the sand. Every line intrigued Hunter. “The most stable of all sources are light glyphs, but they’re also the weakest, in a sense. Obviously, all of the inscribed spells are temporary and conditional, but spells powered by the light glyph last the shortest.”

On the sand laid a double-ringed light glyph. On the outer axis were two ice glyphs southeast and southwest of the core and another light glyph on the northwest. Hunter recognized this pattern.

“Invisibility glyph?” He asked.

Luz took a deep breath to hold and tossed her pen into the pattern and Hunter watched it disappear. There was silence for a few seconds until Luz exhaled. The pattern disappeared as the pen reappeared.

“I hate that spell.” Luz grumbled. “It takes so much out of a person and it barely lasts a minute. As I said, conditional and temporary.”

Hunter hummed. “When you say conditional, what conditions are we talking?”

Luz shrugged. “That depends on the nature of the spell. As you saw, the invisibility spell only worked for as long as I held my breath because it alters the entire appearance of the subject. Because the light glyph was a pretty weak source on its own, it had to source from the subject, not allowing any outwardly sources in the body, and since the pen had no energy sources of its own, it takes from the caster. Same thing with hover spells, it obstructs the pull of gravity until the gravity is too strong when I’m close enough to ground level. That’s about half a foot from the ground.”

That one sort of concerned Hunter. “Can’t you just use a different source?” He asked.

“Different sources, different types of magic. It’d be like changing potion formulae, might not work, might explode. And I, for one, am done dodging explosions, thank you very much.” Luz answered.

“Fair point.” Hunter agreed.

“For the other sources, fire is the most powerful and most unstable, as you could probably assume. Plant is the most self-sustaining, which means its spells last the longest, but it’s the least flexible, meaning it doesn’t work as well with other glyphs unless it sources another plant or fire glyph in the spell. Ice isn’t too often used as a source, since it’s mostly used as projectors because they’re the only structured among the glyphs.” She explained.

“Oh.” Hunter remarked. The more he learned, the more impressed he got. She learned all of this within 6 months of being in Bonesborough. Screw having a bilesac, she was meant to be a witch.

“When it comes to drawing patterns, the lines actually have their own meaning.” She took a stick and started drawing out several glyph combinations.

She pointed at the water spout spell first. Three ice glyphs in the outer circle and a fire glyph in the center circle, connected by three curved lines that swirl into the directly to the fire glyph.

“Water Sprout spell. If the lines to the glyphs connect to the source itself, the source affects the glyphs connected to it, not the surroundings of the spell. The fire glyph melts the ice created by the ice glyph, then BAM! Water!”

She pointed at the lines, careful not to touch the pattern itself. “Curved lines lessen the intensity of the source towards its projectors and sustainers, as opposed to straight lines that concentrate the energy to the outer glyphs. This way, the water doesn’t directly evaporate into mist.”

“What about that line that circles back to the source?” Hunter asked.

“That keeps the source going, so the fire can keep sourcing a bit more. That doesn’t work on light glyphs though, since light is a form of energy on its own and needs a source itself.” She continued.

Luz pointed to the gust spell next. A light glyph in the outer circle and an ice glyph in the center, surrounded by three fire glyphs. The combination of straight and curved lines confused Hunter slightly.

“This one is a special case. The Gust Spell is powered by the most compact the ice glyph, which cools down the fire. It starts as a straight line for a steadier flow, but the curved lines make it so it doesn’t get melted by its projectors too quick. It’s like using a crossbow: too near or too far from the target could cost you the target.” She explained.

Hunter blew a breath. “You’ve survived the Boiling Isles with just these? No staff, no training wand, no thing?” He asked.

Luz gave Hunter a light punch in the arm. “Hey! That’s not true! Also, I’ll have you know, I’m the best at these! I bested your uncle — The Tyrannical Overlord of this world! With 6 months’ worth of experience!”

Hunter raised his hands. “That wasn’t what I meant! I meant to say that, you’ve worked through Hexside with these? They don’t teach Alternate magic there. This is really impressive stuff.”

Luz smiled smugly. “Yeah, I’m pretty cool.” Her expression shifted. “But to be fair, it wasn’t easy. So far, I could make glyphs of a bunch of stuff, but I’m still mostly helpless in some subjects.”

“Like…?” Hunter prompted.

“Well, arguably the most important ones; Abominations, Bard Magic and Healing. Any glyph combos I try either don’t work or go up in flames. Remember the electric floor incident? That was supposed to be an Abomination experiment.” Luz answered.

“Where do you think they went wrong?” Hunter asked.

“Here’s the thing about glyph spells: they’re used by every which, but no one can see them. So, trying to figure out which combinations are being used is like reading blind; you’ll have to try other ways. Each glyph takes anywhere between hours to weeks to figure out, from life source to the combinations to the pattern. Also, it’s basically impossible without help. I’ve been taking Illusions and Abomination classes using a training wand, actually.” She explained.

“Oh…” Hunter mumbled. She wasn’t ashamed of that?

“Even now that I can summon Illusions, it’s still only gonna last a bit after I open my eyes.” She added.

“Oh?” Hunter asked, not acknowledging how limited his vocabulary had been the past hours.

“Yeah, Gus explained to me that I need pure concentration to turn thoughts into images. So, I thought I could close my own visuals to focus everything on what I want to project. Lo and behold, it works! But if I look at anything else, I don’t have the concentration or the magic to sustain the image for very long.” She explained.

“If your eyes are shut, how do you know it works?” Hunter asked.

“I tell this to everyone who starts out with glyphs: you gotta know what you want. Do you want daffodils to come out of your plant glyph? Make sure your spell knows that. If you wanna see your illusions, you’ll see your illusions. If you wanna see through your illusion’s eyes, you’ll see what your illusion sees.” Luz pauses for a bit, continuing with a hint of timidness. “And also, Gus was there to help me out via crystal ball.”

“Oh, wow.” Hunter said with amazement.

He thought for a moment. As the waves crawled on the sand, an idea hit him.

“Do you think that the reason you haven’t made any progress on those three is because you’re missing something? Like, missing a glyph?” He asked.

Luz shrugged. “I haven’t been doing this for too long. I haven’t explored as much as I could yet, and I doubt Eda would let me go glyph-hunting.”

Hunter stood up and brushed sand off his pants. “Wait here.” He said, running to the sea until he was deep enough to not be seen on surface.

Luz wanted to go follow him, but she knew she’d be boiled alive if she ever dipped a single inch of her skin in the water. She knew he’d be okay though, remembering the first time they met. So, she waited.

A couple of minutes passed by and Hunter rose up from the water, holding a shimmering cockle shell in his hand. Luz was conversing with Flapjack with her own palisman as the translator.

“Hey! You’re back! What was that about?” She asked as Flapjack flew to Hunter.

“Here, I got you something.” He offered the shell timidly. “I remember coming across these symbols underwater when I was still the Golden Guard. I never knew what they were, then. That was years before I met you.”

Luz took the shell and flipped it to its innerside. To her surprise, there was a glyph she had never seen before. “Woah…” she whispered in awe.

The symbol was two raindrops intersecting vertically with a dot in the middle of the intersection. There was a line that crossed from both tips of the figure. All encircled.

Luz wasted no time copying the glyph on her pad. She smiled softly at it before giving it to Hunter. “You wanna do the honors?”

Hunter should have objected, but he didn’t want to. He held out a hand for Luz to place the paper on. He hesitated before giving the lines a gentle tap.

The paper dissolved in his hand, creating a fist-sized drop of water that levitated in his palm. Hunter would have caressed it if he could; this was his spell.

“You did it! A new glyph! I wonder what this bad boy could do!” Luz said excitedly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder for a side hug. “Maybe it actually is the glyph I need. Thank you so much Hunter! I was so sick of using that water sprout spell!”

As the water drop flowed down through his gloves, he looked to Luz with sincerity. “No, Luz. Thank you for today. I really owe you one. You really didn’t have to teach me.” He spoke.

Luz let him go, only to punch him lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t go all soft on me, Blondie.” She chuckled. “Magic is for everyone, I wasn’t gonna gatekeep my knowledge on it just because it took me months to master. Besides, I was like you, once.”

Something about that last part of her sentence feels like Luz somehow read into Hunter, but he doesn’t know why.

She called on her palisman in staff form and board it. “Now, come on. Let’s head back and get you dried up.” She said as she flew off.

Hunter on Flapjack followed after her, now more than ever thankful that he met her.

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It's been more than a YEAR. JESUS CHRIST

Density Kills 8/?

Thanks to @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes for continuous support.

Pairings: Romantic Analogical One-sided Analoceit, Pining Anxceit, Pining Loceit

Warnings: Angst, thoughts of cheating (i swear they don't), hanahaki, pining

Notes: hope y'all like this as much as i hate it.

Synopsis: the lovers have a problem and it gets complicated.

Part 7, X, Part 9

..

Virgil was torn to say the least. He lay on his bed alone with his boyfriend pulling an all-nighter with Roman for the video. Being alone wasn’t an issue that night, because Virgil’s head was somewhere else.

He got out of bed in the middle of the night, hearing the ever slightly banter of the two night owls as he passed by Logan’s door. He wasn’t going in there. Virgil had somewhere else to be.

At the far end of the hallway, the yellow door was almost luminescent, seemingly pulling the emo. Standing in front of the doorway his hand trembled along to the pounding of his chest.

The knob made a slight click when opened as the door screeched a bit as Virgil tried to open it slowly, giving him a mini panic. He waited for a reaction, getting none whatsoever.

He cautiously crept in, feeling his head near combustion. He used took his jacket off and put it by the doorframe, making it a doorstop in case anything went wrong.

Virgil’s anxiety dropped like a nuke when he saw Janus still sleeping under the yellow weighted blanket.

Every part of Virgil screamed at him to go under the covers with Janus and wrap the sleeping snake in his arms. Fighting the urge to cuddle the half-serpent, the emo sat on the chair in front of the vanity, hugging his knees.

God, Virgil felt like a cheater, wanting to hold someone apart from the man he was in a relationship with. It was unfair to Logan, but he couldn’t help how he felt. It was disgusting.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, this was violating the other side’s personal space, and he was sleeping, to make matters worse.

The darkness of the room concealed much, but it could never conceal in iridescence of Janus' scales that Virgil longed to kiss one by one.

Damn he was going insane. He was taken and monogamous and what he was feeling was downright wrong. His throat was being a nuisance, frustrating him even more.

“I miss you…” Virgil whispered as he beat down by the doorway, grabbing his jacket and left the way he came in. He tried to muffle the sound of coughing while also catching the small tiny daffodil that tormented him the rest of the night.

Perhaps it was for the best he didn’t get a glimpse of his old hoodie wrapped around Janus for the closest thing he could get to a hug.

…

The day Janus came down for breakfast without being told to was Logan’s definition of miraculous. With him looking slightly better than yesterday, perhaps striking a conversation now would be more than okay.

Janus slumped on his seat, sporting a grey shirt and yellow sweatpants. His hat and gloves were nowhere in sight. Logan had an internal conflict, wrestling his urge to place a kiss on his forehead.

“Good morning, Janus.” Logan greeted, reaching for Janus' color-changing mug on the shelf.

“Morning…” Janus said nonchalantly, staring blankly at seemingly nothing. He seemed awake and conscious, but he was still quite blank. Maybe not as fully awake as Logan thought.

The coffee machine began whirring while Logan watched Janus, seemingly unable to notice when he starts staring.

Something about Janus lately wasn’t right, and Logan tried to find out what it was. But every time he tries to observe anomalies in the lying side’s behavior, he was distracted.

Possibly by the uncannily adorable dimple Janus had on his non-scaled side. Perhaps Janus’ stinking-out tongue habit when he's in deep thought. Maybe the way he hummed softly when he sighed.

Regardless, Logan was always so often distracted by Janus, even without trying.

His attention was nabbed by the coffee machine indicating that the coffee was done. He took the steaming mug and added two sugar in it and placed the mug in front of Janus.

The snake gave a surprised glance to Logan and brought the cup to his lips. Somehow Logan was always surprised with Janus’s ability to drink the beverage no matter how hot.

“Thanks…” Janus said before clearing his throat. Another sip of the coffee before Logan had finally muster the courage to speak.

“Janus are you okay?” The logical side asked.

Janus smiled forcedly before muffling out a cough. “I'm fine."

“Shouldn’t the others be awake now?” Janus asked eager to change the subject.

“Roman fell asleep ten minutes ago so I asked Patton to take care of him. Virgil was still asleep when I checked on him.” Logan answered normally, allowing the liar to change the subject.

Logan wanted, no, needed to speak to Janus, get some clarity. But he knew if he didn't restrain himself, there was no way he could leave Janus, and that wouldn't be fair to Virgil.

He turned to leave the kitchen. "I'll leave you be for now, Janus." His lungs seemed to swell, screaming at him to not leave.

Janus nodded slightly. Logan seemed to have missed Janus' grim expression when he left.

Out of sight from the kitchen, Logan failed to fight back the tiny daffodils that escaped his mouth. He crumpled them out of existence.

“I’m sorry, Virgil.” He whispered in front of the door before entering.

Slipping under the covers, wrapping his lover in his arms, guilt began creeping into his chest.

He loved Virgil, so why did he feel and act the way he did towards Janus?

...

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For Density Kills: @knight-shives , @chronophobica , @croftersjam15 , @sandercats

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hi your recent moceit fic crushed my soul, (but it was so well done, you’re rly talented holy heck) so can i request some soft moxiety/moceit/logicality perhaps? happy ending? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

*plays eenie meanie on the ships* *gets Logicality* GLASSES GAYS IT IS

By the way, thank you so much! And sorry it took so long.

let it rush to my head (Logicality)

Synopsis: Logan doesn't have feelings, but he can deal with Patton's

Warnings: Swearing, one joke from Remus, heartbreak mention, anxiety attack mention, hurt/comfort.

Logan didn’t have feelings. That much was clear, albeit rather doubted by everyone in the headspace. His function as a side was literally opposed by such concepts.

So it was quite peculiar that he was so well-equipped to deal with an overwhelming amount of something he didn’t have.

Granted, of course, they weren’t his own. Now that would be absurd.

But somehow, when a certain heart gets overwhelmed by his own function, Logan knows just how to move.

…

The first time Thomas had to say goodbye, Heart was fragile. He had gotten quite close with the boy, and the thought of never seeing him again still gave Heart a full-body ache.

“Shhh, you will be okay. Thomas will be okay.” Brain promised, rubbing Heart's back as they he was enveloped in his arms.

“It hurts! I want to see him again! I don’t want to be forgotten!” Heart cried cuddling closer to the other child.

“He won’t forget us. He promised, remember?” Brain whispered over and over and over again. “He'll never forget us, Heart.”

Young Brain wondered why his chest felt heavy and his stomach was getting squished from the inside every time Heart cries became louder.

…

Thomas’s first day of highschool left sweet Morality in a bad kind of frenzy. Poor Fear had morphed into Anxiety after the bad experiences of middle school, and Morality was indeed no better.

“Is it bad that I wanna cry right here, right now?” Morality asked when Logic came to check on him only to find him sunken in 73 plushtoys in his bed.

“I assume you’re experiencing the same prognostic emotions as Paranoia?” Logic sat beside the pile.

“I’ll pretend I know what that means,” Morality grumbled, “because I’m stupid.”

Logic sighed and decided to find Patton's head. He gently ran his finger's through the sulking one’s fluffy locks. “You know you’re not.”

Morality sat up and looked at him as though he kicked a puppy. “Deceit?” He said, squinting.

Logic chuckled. “No, I mean it. If he were here, though, he'd call you stupid.”

Morality looked at him with a hurt expression until he suddenly gleamed with a realization. “Ah.”

Logic tilted his head with a smile. “You know Thomas will be okay, right?”

“I hope so…” Morality said, wrapping his arms around Logic who indulged in the gesture.

He wondered where that warmth was coming from.

…

Thomas's first heartbreak was something Logan had anticipated for a while, but dear oh dear did he wish he was wrong.

There he was, in front of the cyan door, ice cream and oreos in hand. He knocked on the door, not excepting an answer. “Patton, may I come in?” He asked.

He heard a distorted hum from the inside and didn’t hesitate to come in. “I won’t bother asking how you are, Patton. You look awful.”

That was a lie, of course. Patton could never look bad, even if he tried. Rather, he looked exhausted, broken. And Goodness, Logan could not handle it whatsoever.

He pushed the unwelcomed lump in his throat down to sit next to Patton who gathered enough clarity to look at the emotionally constipated nerd.

“I'm so, so sorry, Logan. I- God, this, I- this is my fault, Logan, I'm sorry I pushed us!” He cried, instantly clinging to Logan for comfort.

As if by instinct, Logan wrapped his arm around the soft, hurting side. “It's not your fault, Patton. He figuratively played with you.”

Logan knew he wasn’t of that much help at this moment, so he did what he knew how to do; hold Patton and tell him the truth he needed.

Of course, by now, he was still in denial of the chest pain he was feeling.

…

Through all the happiness and sorrows Logan had watched Patton go through, there was always something that baffled the mind.

It seemed like he would throw down his own function for the sake of the other without hesitation, and such occurrences were not uncommon that in would only seem strange to him after he had already helped Patton.

Of course, this was what caused him to realize that, maybe, just maybe, he did have emotions.

And it didn’t really come to him until he had inquired the others about it.

“You like him, you stupid genius.” (Logan was baffled with the emo’s ability to both insult and complement).

“Sounds like a serious infatuation, Microspecs.” (Roman was probably hyping up his own function).

“You wanna suck his dick emotionally, Dork!” (Why did he come to Remus?).

“Oh please, tell me you're not joking! You are obviously in love with him!” (Why was Janus fuming?).

…

“You… Love me too?” Patton asked to the finally fed up logical side.

Logan was red and stuttering and dysfunctional and there was literally nothing holding him back from crashing his lips on the equally flushed Patton's in the kitchen.

The two broke apart when Patton couldn’t stop giggling.

A unanimous “FUCKING FINALLY!” was the response they got during their dinner announcement.

TAGLIST❤

@shadowjag , @wigsnatchedhoteltrivago , @arsonenthusiast , @i-love-my-dark-strange-sons @phantom-moonfire , @lostonehero , @awkward-child-of-satan , @deetheimposter , @ashtonbby2 , @lokiamorstuffs , @janus-the-sassy-snek-boi , @eeveeeclair246 @enragedbees , @franthehorsegir

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hi I'd love to request some angsty moceit for the soul (without virgil) if you have the time?? absolutely no pressure!! I love your writing 🥺💖

Ooohhh, angst dads. You're wish is my command (or coping mechanism)

What am I now? (Moceit)

Synopsis: Patton made the bed he sleeps in

Warnings: alcohol, flirting, divorce, angst

...

In all honesty, what right did he have to be so desolate about this?

Patton was the one who wanted this. He asked for this. And he got it.

…

Patton remembers how suave and smooth his voice came out of his cocky smirk. “Good evening, gorgeous. How ‘bout a round of martinis?" He ordered, leaning on the bar, winking at Patton who was used to the flirtatious greetings.

“Sure, sugar.” He recited as he did every night.

The then-stranger's friends stayed at the bar, laughing, talking having fun, but Patton’ll be damned if he didn’t notice the alluring stranger sneak peeks at him every now and then.

Not that he wasn’t guilty, too.

When the stranger and his friends left, the pappy bartender let out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. His eyes travelled to the fifty dollar tip on the counter. That was even more than what he spent. Patton smiled at the gesture.

…

The next weekend, the stranger returned with a lack of company and an oozing confidence.

“Hi sweetheart. How ‘bout a martini and a smile?” He asked, again leaning towards the counter with the same smirk Patton tried his hardest to ignore.

(And God does he wish he did.)

“Honey, that's gonna cost extra.” He retaliated.

“Name your price, Darling.” The man cooed.

“How ‘bout a name?” Patton kidded.

“Janus.” He said. Patton’s stared at him wide-eyed. “I was promised a smile, pretty.”

“Well, maybe if you’re free after my shift, why not?” Patton played along, trying to see how far Janus would go.

“I’m here all night.” Janus answered.

So Janus stayed by the counter the entire shift, keeping him company and talking to him.

They talked quite a lot during and after the shift. Turned out that Janus was a law student, and Patton revealed he was taking Education He learned that Janus' scar that travelled across his eye was due to an accident he’d been in that very year.

They parted at one in the morning with Janus flagging and paying for Patton’s taxi home. “I kept you up late. At least let me pay.” Patton knew he wasn’t going to win this, so he let it happen.

Just like he let himself fall.

Janus came in the next weekend, and the one after that, and after that. The pattern became a huge part of Patton’s college life until Janus mussed up the courage to ask him out on a proper date.

He made the mistake of saying yes. Like he made the mistake of falling for Janus. The mistake of telling him he loved him. The mistake of staying with him after they graduated. The mistake of moving in with him and saying yes to his marriage proposal. The mistake of adopting their twins after three years of a happy marriage.

But the hell if he regretted them. There was no way he’d look back on those milestones and be filled with regrets.

No. His biggest mistake, and the only one he regretted, was allowing their marriage to fail.

Five years after Roman and Remus entered their lives. They loved their ten-year-olds more than anything. More than each other. It seemed that that’s where the problem was.

They argued, they bickered, they screamed at each other, and the kids were always caught in the middle.

No matter how hard they tried, they knew it wasn’t working. Even Emile Picani, bless him, knew they needed time separated.

So Patton made the decision to slip the divorce papers on Janus' desk.

“We both know how this ends.” Patton sighed, holding back tears.

“And you expect me to simply sign it? “ Janus asked, his voice seethed. “I’m not leaving my kids, Patton.”

“Janus, please. If it’s the kids we’re worried about, we can share custody. Every other week. Please be sensible Jan.” Patton begged. “I just don’t think this is working anymore.”

Janus didn’t say anything. After what felt like lifetimes of thick silence between them, Patton left the office and sobbed in currently their, soon-to-be his bedroom.

He could hear Roman and Remus crying in their bedroom, but boys forgive them, neither of their fathers had the strength to hug them goodnight tonight.

…

Six months since Patton’s final court ruling with Janus, he drove to his ex's house to pick his kids up. Janus always was their breadwinner, after all, so it was no surprise that he was managing a lot better than he was.

The twins were waiting by the door with their other father and as he pulled up, the twins were raced each other for shotgun. Janus waved at Patton who returned it shyly.

With Remus at the shotgun and Roman in the backseat, Patton asked them how their day was.

“Dad! Uncle Logan was visited again. He even kissed dad on the cheek.” Remus said.

Patton felt his heart drop massively.

“Ooh, you think we're getting a new dad? Uncle Logan’s really cool!” Roman suggested

Patton lost all the ability to breathe for a solid minute before plastering on a fake dad smile at his twins.

“Maybe, kiddo. But only if they want to.” He let the two talk and banter the entire car ride.

…

Again, Patton had no right to feel this mad when he was the one who asked for this.

He blames the martini in his glass for the tears on his face.

....

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Istg of I don't start writing Logince more often, I'm yelling at myself.

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hmm logince? some happy logince for the soul?

Truth so Loud You Can't Ignore (Logince)

I really should start writing them more often.

Synopsis: Roman looks back and just couldn't believe his life.

Warning: Drinking, alcohol, highschool parties are their own warnings.

Roman sat in the two-person dinner table alone, the room dimly lit as he stared into the gentle flame that danced on top on the candle.

He reminisces of the simple, happy times he spent with the person he knew and loved all to much it ate him alive.

…

It was their graduation party, hosted in their house by his twin brother. Their entire year laughed, drank and partied, seemingly temporarily shedding all their fears and worries of what was coming after them.

But not Roman.

He sipped his martini in the livingroom where One Direction’s Live While Were Young was being horribly renditioned by his bother who was highly inebriated. Patton, equally intoxicated, was snuggled next to Janus and Virgil, both semi-sober and coherent.

Roman seemed drunk as well, although only in thought. He wanted to drink and shake his nerves off that night, go along with every screaming drunk highschool graduate scattered in his house.

Who was he kidding? There was no way he could, especially not when his valedictorian crush was grinning, red and not-too plastered and unusually carefree.

Roman knew Logan for so long, and he saw every side of him. Each one was endearing and downright lovable.

Logan who info dumped to him about literally everything under the sun. Logan who argued with at least one of his teachers each week. Logan who took the time to tutor him when lessons got too much. Logan who devoured Crofters from the jar and drank too much coffee. Logan who hugged him and accepted him when he came out.

Logan who made him realize he was gay.

He'd been throwing glances since the party started. Hell, he's been throwing glances since they were eight. It was eating Roman.

He had enough for one night and decided he needed air.

He walked out to the porch, surprisingly empty. Roman took sips form his half-full cup, leaning on the post that supported the roof.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A sweet, slightly slurring voice asked him.

Roman smile. “Hey Lo.”

Logan heavily sat on the floor, looking up at Roman. “There seems to be something on your mind. Would you…” He prompted.

Roman chuckled, shaking his head.

“Please tell me you’re sober. One of us has to be.” Logan said, gesturing his friend to sit beside him.

“Mostly.” Roman shrugged, sitting himself next to Logan.

They stayed quiet for a while, breathing in their last breath as highschoolers.

“You’ve sighed twice since I sat down. You need to talk about it.” Logan urged.

"I can't talk about it. It feels too weird, ” Roman slumped.

“Wow, he's not reciting a long ass declaration this time.” Logan responded with a small chuckle that made Roman’s heart cry out.

“Shut it, Logarithm." Roman responded, elbowing his shoulders. He looked at Logan's red skin as he stared at the stars. There was almost always a smile in Logan’s face when it involved the night sky.

“I probably wouldn’t mind though.” The nerd smiled.

Roman couldn’t understand what he had meant by that. He had some theories, but they were more of wishful thinking than anything.

With no way to respond, he dropped his head into his friend’s broad shoulders. Like he’s done since they were kids. They were friends, after all.

"I don't want this to end yet." He finally answered after what seemed like hours. "I don't want to lose this."

“Roman…” Logan started, his voice sounded serious.

It caused the other to lift his head and meet Logan in his suddenly sober face. Before he knew it, his cheeks were being stroked by his friend’s long and cold hands.

Roman didn’t noticed nuzzling his face on Logan’s hands. He wasn’t even sure it was a conscious decision.

Logan’s face seemed to have been getting closer to his own. Roman could feel the warmth of his breath, causing tremors to his chest.

In a brief surge of bravery, Roman eradicated all spaces between them, seizing Logan’s lips with his own.

It was warm, wild, freeing, and confusingly wonderful. Logan’s hand moved to Roman’s neck, pulling him closer not willing to lose him.

As they pulled away, a new sort of redness invaded both their faces. The euphoria was intoxicating, addicting.

Logan grinned like a madman before pulling Roman closer for another kiss.

…

With a heavy sigh, he pulled himself away from the distant memory and into the present he found himself in.

“Good evening, moonlight." He felt his forehead being caressed gently.

Roman smiled teasingly. “Is there a reason you were uncharacteristically late?”

Logan chuckled. “Yes, but I suppose you'll have to find out later.”

Logan sat down in front of Roman, placing his hand over his. “You look wonderful.” He said with a smile.

Roman knew fancy and expensive were not usually their type, but it felt so right, just for one night.

“Happy anniversary, Sweetheart.” Roman greeted.

“Happy anniversary, Darling.” Logan said.

Ten years since that drunken night, and maybe they'd last to seem ten more.

What Roman didn’t know, was under his napkin, a velvet box was ready to mark a new milestone for them.

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Okay ya'll I'm going through a breakup so send some requests and prompts and stuff. Any ship and any genre or category.

No NSFW please. I really can't deal with that rn.

R3mr0m shippers dni. Sorry, it just irks me.

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So cold that your stare's 'bout to kill me (Nicomas)

"I'm surprised when you kiss me"

Synopsis: Nico and Thomas's first date couldn't have gone better in Thomas's opinion.

Warning: Swearing, Spoilers for Flirting with Social Anxiety, gay-mess Thomas.

...

“Which reminds me; Sanders, you’ve been holding out on me!” Nico pointed his fry at Thomas, smirking accusingly.

The two were on their first date, and everything had been going real smooth, and Janus would call him out if Thomas denied how hard he was falling.

“Oh?” Thomas smiled and arched his brows. “Really?”

(“Shit , holy shit, what did we do? Oh God, what did we do?”)

(“Relax emo, he's teasing. We're fine!” Roman reassured.)

“When you said you made YouTube videos for a living, I didn’t think you had about 3 million subscribers!” Nico exclaimed, and Thomas could’ve sworn he saw his date's pupils dilate immensely.

(“Try not to flex, Thomas.” Janus smirked, clearly teasing Roman.)

(“Oh you know he won’t!” Patton nudged the snake side. Janus let out a hearty chuckle.)

“Well, I…” Thomas stammered, finding himself in a tizzy trying to figure out how to respond to that.

(“Virgil!” Roman scolded.)

(“Here, allow me.” Logan suggested, scooting closer to Roman.”)

“It didn’t really matter how big my subscription count was, I love each and everyone of my viewers and every single letter on the comments.” Thomas scratched the back of his head looking down on his burger.

(“Aww, Logan!” Patton and Roman cooed as Virgil and Janus smirked warmly. Logan denied the claims on his red meta-physical face.)

Nico smiled at Thomas, causing a flood of euphoria to come crashing down on him.

“Well, that's really sweet.” Nico said, placing his hand on Thomas’s.

He could hear the distinct screams of Patton and Roman in his head.

“Yeah, they mean a ton to me.” Thomas answered with a very sweet sigh.

There was silence between them for a while, but Thomas knew Nico had something to say, so they waited.

(“Shit, did we do something wrong? Fuck, is he mad?”)

(“Virgil, it's quite unlikely that he's mad at Thomas for not mentioning his subscriber count.”)

(“But what if he is?”)

(“Let's ask him shall we?” Janus said, scooting beside Roman.)

“What is it?” Thomas asked, biting his lower lip.

Nico looked him in the eyes, almost embarrassed. He mirrored Thomas' lip bite and intertwined his hand with Thomas’s own.

“Is this okay?” Nico asked.

Thomas gave up on trying to hide his smile hours ago. “Absolutely.” He echoed Janus’s words

(“This is… actually going great.” Janus remarked. Sarcasm and cynicism were absent from his statement.)

Nico exhaled. “Can I ask you something?”

(“Can I panic now?” Virgil asked, fingernails in between his lips.)

“Anything.” Roman made Thomas say.

Nico pursed his lips. “About Sanders Sides.”

Thomas could hear the simultaneous screams in his head, short-circuited by his date’s question.

“Oh jeez! Sorry, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.” Nico stammered, redder than Roman's sashn fearing that he might have crossed a line.

“No, it’s fine!” Thomas said under Virgil’s influence.

(All the sides looked at their anxiety in awe.)

“The sides, well, they’re, sorta like, I guess,” Thomas stammered as Virgil looked to Roman and Janus for help.

“Sanders Sides is kind of my way of discussing my emotional issues and mental turmoil in a light, sort-of gentle way.”

(“Thanks, Logan.” Virgil relaxed a bit.)

“Are they…” Nico prompted, motioning to Thomas's head.

“Yeah, they are.” Thomas replied sheepishly.

“Cool…” Nico said breathlessly. “I love them.” Nico leaned in to pressed a kiss on Thomas’s lips.

Thomas let out a dignified squeak which Nico laughed at. He buried his face in his hands, hiding his embarrassment from his endeared datemate.

(“FIRST DATE AND WE ALREADY GOT A KISS!” Roman yelled. Virgil froze right where he sat. Patton got up and began running around the room.)

(“He said, the L-word…” Virgil muttered, causing everyone to stop. )

The screams in his head made Thomas flinch.

…

“Can I please sleep now?” Thomas groaned.

“Hun, his smile was so perfect, how did you get so lucky?” Remy sat at the foot of his bed legs crossed and day(night) dreaming.

Thomas buried his face in his pillow with a groan.

“And his voice! It was so dreamy! Boy, you can not let go of him!”

“Let me sleep! It's 2 am!”

Remy was right. Thomas just can’t let a boy like Nico go.

TAGLIST❤

@shadowjag , @wigsnatchedhoteltrivago , @arsonenthusiast , @i-love-my-dark-strange-sons @phantom-moonfire , @lostonehero , @awkward-child-of-satan , @deetheimposter , @ashtonbby2 , @lokiamorstuffs , @janus-the-sassy-snek-boi , @eeveeeclair246 @enragedbees , @franthehorsegir

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Density Kills 8/?

Thanks to @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes for continuous support.

Pairings: Romantic Analogical One-sided Analoceit, Pining Anxceit, Pining Loceit

Warnings: Angst, thoughts of cheating (i swear they don't), hanahaki, pining

Notes: hope y'all like this as much as i hate it.

Synopsis: the lovers have a problem and it gets complicated.

Part 7, X, Part 9

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Virgil was torn to say the least. He lay on his bed alone with his boyfriend pulling an all-nighter with Roman for the video. Being alone wasn’t an issue that night, because Virgil’s head was somewhere else.

He got out of bed in the middle of the night, hearing the ever slightly banter of the two night owls as he passed by Logan’s door. He wasn’t going in there. Virgil had somewhere else to be.

At the far end of the hallway, the yellow door was almost luminescent, seemingly pulling the emo. Standing in front of the doorway his hand trembled along to the pounding of his chest.

The knob made a slight click when opened as the door screeched a bit as Virgil tried to open it slowly, giving him a mini panic. He waited for a reaction, getting none whatsoever.

He cautiously crept in, feeling his head near combustion. He used took his jacket off and put it by the doorframe, making it a doorstop in case anything went wrong.

Virgil’s anxiety dropped like a nuke when he saw Janus still sleeping under the yellow weighted blanket.

Every part of Virgil screamed at him to go under the covers with Janus and wrap the sleeping snake in his arms. Fighting the urge to cuddle the half-serpent, the emo sat on the chair in front of the vanity, hugging his knees.

God, Virgil felt like a cheater, wanting to hold someone apart from the man he was in a relationship with. It was unfair to Logan, but he couldn’t help how he felt. It was disgusting.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, this was violating the other side’s personal space, and he was sleeping, to make matters worse.

The darkness of the room concealed much, but it could never conceal in iridescence of Janus' scales that Virgil longed to kiss one by one.

Damn he was going insane. He was taken and monogamous and what he was feeling was downright wrong. His throat was being a nuisance, frustrating him even more.

“I miss you…” Virgil whispered as he beat down by the doorway, grabbing his jacket and left the way he came in. He tried to muffle the sound of coughing while also catching the small tiny daffodil that tormented him the rest of the night.

Perhaps it was for the best he didn’t get a glimpse of his old hoodie wrapped around Janus for the closest thing he could get to a hug.

…

The day Janus came down for breakfast without being told to was Logan’s definition of miraculous. With him looking slightly better than yesterday, perhaps striking a conversation now would be more than okay.

Janus slumped on his seat, sporting a grey shirt and yellow sweatpants. His hat and gloves were nowhere in sight. Logan had an internal conflict, wrestling his urge to place a kiss on his forehead.

“Good morning, Janus.” Logan greeted, reaching for Janus' color-changing mug on the shelf.

“Morning…” Janus said nonchalantly, staring blankly at seemingly nothing. He seemed awake and conscious, but he was still quite blank. Maybe not as fully awake as Logan thought.

The coffee machine began whirring while Logan watched Janus, seemingly unable to notice when he starts staring.

Something about Janus lately wasn’t right, and Logan tried to find out what it was. But every time he tries to observe anomalies in the lying side’s behavior, he was distracted.

Possibly by the uncannily adorable dimple Janus had on his non-scaled side. Perhaps Janus’ stinking-out tongue habit when he's in deep thought. Maybe the way he hummed softly when he sighed.

Regardless, Logan was always so often distracted by Janus, even without trying.

His attention was nabbed by the coffee machine indicating that the coffee was done. He took the steaming mug and added two sugar in it and placed the mug in front of Janus.

The snake gave a surprised glance to Logan and brought the cup to his lips. Somehow Logan was always surprised with Janus’s ability to drink the beverage no matter how hot.

“Thanks…” Janus said before clearing his throat. Another sip of the coffee before Logan had finally muster the courage to speak.

“Janus are you okay?” The logical side asked.

Janus smiled forcedly before muffling out a cough. “I'm fine."

“Shouldn’t the others be awake now?” Janus asked eager to change the subject.

“Roman fell asleep ten minutes ago so I asked Patton to take care of him. Virgil was still asleep when I checked on him.” Logan answered normally, allowing the liar to change the subject.

Logan wanted, no, needed to speak to Janus, get some clarity. But he knew if he didn't restrain himself, there was no way he could leave Janus, and that wouldn't be fair to Virgil.

He turned to leave the kitchen. "I'll leave you be for now, Janus." His lungs seemed to swell, screaming at him to not leave.

Janus nodded slightly. Logan seemed to have missed Janus' grim expression when he left.

Out of sight from the kitchen, Logan failed to fight back the tiny daffodils that escaped his mouth. He crumpled them out of existence.

“I’m sorry, Virgil.” He whispered in front of the door before entering.

Slipping under the covers, wrapping his lover in his arms, guilt began creeping into his chest.

He loved Virgil, so why did he feel and act the way he did towards Janus?

...

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Density Kills 7/?

By the Lord, this took too long. But here's part seven. Dedicated to @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes

Pairings: Romantic Analogical, One-sided Analoceit, Platonic Roceit and Moceit, Queerplatonic Royality

Warning: Hanahaki, self-deprecation, blood, belching, angst, swearing

Synopsis: In which Janus was a better actor than anticipated

Part 6. X. Part 8

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Roman and Patton went after Janus anyway. The two rose up in Janus' room, only to see him belching into a bucket. Patton's griping Roman’s hand tightened as they watched him suffer helplessly.

After the snake's throat had calmed, Janus’ bloodshot eyes glared at the couple. “Not a word.” He growled.

“Janus…” Roman’s words died as quickly as they left his mouth. Patton let go of his partner’s hand and came to Janus' bedside.

“I didn’t mean to snap at them,” Janus tried to explain, “but I can’t talk to them.” Empty, void of emotion, he hugged his knees and stared blankly.

Roman took the bucket and rid it of its contents while Patton continued rubbing the lying side’s back.

“We don’t have to film this week, if you can’t.” Roman suggested as he sat by Janus’ other side.

Janus let out a miserable tisk. “We’re not putting this on hold just because of my pathetic crush on two taken men.”

“You were always the one preaching about self-care,” Patton pointed out, “why go against that now?”

Janus started shaking, startling the two. His empty expression was replaced with tears as he coughed out petals once more. The petals fell on his bed, too beautiful to be so deadly.

“No amount of self-care would change the fact that they don’t love me back!” Janus cried. “Not that I deserve to be loved anyway.” The last part was quiet, muffled, almost shameful.

“What? Of course you do!” Patton contradicted. “You deserve to be loved as much as the rest of us!”

Roman held Janus gloved hands, feeling the slight coldness of his skin through the fabric. “You are more than worthy of the love you give.”

The liar scoffed and shrugged both their hands off his back. “Let's just get this over with.” He mumbled, standing to sink out. The couple was left with concern plastered on their faces and sank out after him.

…

The meeting was the most excruciating he ever had to sit through. He struggled to keep still in his armchair, script on his hand.

Patton sat beside Roman who explained the video process. The moral side’s pitiful glances were not lost on him, making his stomach churn.

Logan sat on the floor, running his finger through Virgil’s hair who laid his head on his lap.

It hurt Janus. Oh, what he wouldn't do to run his fingers through Virgil’s hair, or to kiss Logan knuckles, or to tell them both how much he loved and would do anything for them.

His lungs cried out for attention, making him let out an involuntary cough, pushing down the eager little flower.

He needed to throw off the pitiful glances he felt thrown at him.

“Wow, Roman. Don’t you just love making yourself miserable for these episodes.”

Roman let out a chuckle. “What can I say? Fanders love to cry.”

Virgil groaned. “This is gonna so emotional again.”

Logan giggled, giving Janus a heartache. “Dear, please don’t make it a bad thing. On the contrary, it’ll leave a bigger impression on the viewers.”

Dear. The nickname brought a new kind of agony to Janus' lungs. A pet name. From Logan. God he’d kill for that.

Janus flinched as he swallowed another petal whose attempt to escape had been in vain.

Unfortunately, it didn’t escape Logan. “Janus? Is something wrong?” He asked.

“Right as rain.” Janus said, avoiding Logan’s eyes, focused on the paper that he didn’t notice Logan staring.

To be fair, Logan didn’t notice either. But he did notice how Janus' breathing became heavier, more forceful. How much paler and thinner he’d become. How his naturally snarky and flirtatious confident figure had became disheveled.

He knew Janus wasn’t okay, but continuous interrogation had proven to be counterproductive.

Janus looked up from the paper and accidentally locked eyes with Logan, turning away almost instantly. “So basically, it’s another heart-wrenching music fest.” The snake clarified.

He folded the paper and got up “I’ll be in my room.” He sank out, sparing a glance for his unrequited loves.

Virgil poked his boyfriend in the cheek. “You okay?” He asked, seeing his eyes follow Janus sinking out.

Logan sighed heartily, continuing running his hands through Virgil’s purple streaks. “Yes. I'm fine, love.”

Over by the couch, Patton’ head was leaned on his partner’s shoulder. Roman let out an exasperated sigh.

“They’re dense fucktwats.” the prince grumbled.

“It would be funny if it wasn’t so fucking tragic.” Patton followed up.

...

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Density Kills 6/?

Part 5 X Part 7

Credits to @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes for inspiring this and supporting this the entire time.

Pairings: Romantic Analogical, One-sided Analoceit

Warnings: Hanahaki, angst, hunger, burning, blood, retching, swearing

Synopsis: Emotions get really out of control when you're on the receiving end of pity. (I said they would talk, I didn't say it would go well.)

It’s been three days since Janus last saw the hallway of the mindscape apart from the thin cracks between his door and floor. Obviously he couldn’t hide forever, but there was comfort in delaying the inevitable.

His routine these past three days was simple, uncomplicated and not at all helpful. Wake up, throw up petals, burn said petals, receive food, burn said food, cast out anyone with the audacity to check on him, repeat until after dinner, spend an hour and a half in the bathtub then sleep.

Yes, the routine of a purely stable side.

Today, however, was different. He was awaken by the resident royal pain in the ass banging on his door at nine in the morning.

“Hey, Salazar Sleeping-in! Wake up! Breakfast meeting!” He yelled as he continued his pounding.

Janus tried to muffle out the noise, burying his head into his pillow. “Fuck off!” He growled.

“Oh! He speaks!” Roman declared. “Get your reptilian behind out off bed. If you’re not out in ten minutes, I’ll send Patton!” He threatened and left.

Janus realized he would probably see the two sides he loved, loving each other. The thought was tumultuous. The liar quickly grabbed the bucket and retched into it. The flowers seemed too beautiful to burn today, so Janus left them settled into the bucket.

He wiped the blood off his lips and snapped into his regular outfit.

With a few minutes left before Roman kicked his door down, he leans into the bucket, forcing any remaining petals out. Nothing.

The snake begrudgingly sank out of his room, wondering why they even had doors.

…

Janus rose up in the kitchen not to see Roman agitatedly waiting or Patton making breakfast. Instead, he was greeted with a sickening view of the two sides he loved.

Logan seemed to have taken over making breakfast with Virgil’s arms wrapped around his waist, head ducked into Logan’s neck.

Janus watched the two distantly, silence wrapping them like a blanket in a space tailor-made only for the two of them.

There was no place for Janus in their space.

The sight made Janus’ throat react, letting out an involuntary throat clearing, pushing down the petals that threatened to escape.

It caught the lover’s attention. Virgil turned to Janus with a relieved expression.

“Sup Dude?” Virgil greeted. “Finally got out of your snake den!” He joked, leaving Logan with a kiss on the cheek.

Janus shrugged in response as he sat down on the table. He felt the couple stare at him in wait until Virgil spoke up.

“That’s it? You’re not gonna tell us why you locked yourself up for three days?” Virgil interrogated, showing hints of irritation that Janus caught up on.

“I told you, I started shedding.” Janus hissed, mirroring Virgil’s tone.

“Pardon me, Janus,” Logan started, turning the stove off, “but from what I recall, your last shedding was last month. More precisely, 43 days ago.”

Logan was cautious with his word, testing the figurative waters the liar sank himself in.

Janus’ eyes dilated, his brain screaming ‘you fucktwat’ repeatedly. His expression was unreadable to the two.

“So? What of it? I can’t control when it happens.”

He hated the stare Virgil gave him. He hated Logan’s tone. He hated this entire thing. He just wanted them to drop it.

“You sure it was just shedding? You know we could’ve helped you, right?” Virgil placed his hand on top of Janus’, the touch feeling like a comforting burn.

The lying side jerked his hand away in panic. “I think I’m good.” He tried to regain his composure. “Why do you care anyway?” He glared at Logan.

The couple exchanged worried glances, making Janus’ lungs throb and throat swell. He didn’t need their care and he damn well didn’t need their pity.

“Janus, of course we care. You helped us in our time of need. Please allow us to return the favor.” Logan pleaded, setting a plate of waffles in front of the dying liar.

“If you care out of guilt, the please stop. I’d rather you not help me at all than do it out of guilt.” Janus snapped, gritting his fangs together.

“I’m no damsel in distress. Leave it be.” He growled in annoyance.

“Dude, we were only trying to help…” the concern in Virgil’s voice was replaced by irritation.

“Well I don’t need it!” Janus broke. He pushed the plate away form him and sank out of the kitchen.

The two sides were left in the kitchen, wondering what they did wrong. Logan wrapped himself arpund his distressed boyfriend, deciding to wait to settle things for a while.

...

He rose in his bedroom, grabbed the bucket and retched until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. The petals in the bucket seemed to stare at his pathetic state.

Out of habit, Virgil's hoodie was wrapped around his shoulders like a hug he could never get.

He lied. He was in distress. But he’d rather die that admit it.

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Density Kills 5/?

Dedicated to @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes for allowing me to butcher their idea as much as I already did.

Part 4 X Part 6

Pairings: Analogical, One-sided Analoceit

Warnings: fire mention, gasoline mentions, food mentions, fluff, angst, hanahaki, swearing

Synopsis: Janus is a good liar, most of the time

“Hey guys…” Virgil started, face looking redder by the minute. “We, uh, have some news…”

Logan tightened his hold on Virgil’s hand. “Virgil and I are dating.” He said, proud and happy and oh Einstein, what is this feeling?

Patton was immediately starry eyed and squealed over this news. He hugged the two, whose faces appeared to be exploding in euphoria.

When the fatherly figure asked when this started, Logan stammered. “Uh, today? A few hours ago?”

The twins tackled the two in a hug-attack. Roman criticized the two for taking so damn long, Remus made prude jokes which led to Virgil threatening to tear of his head if he even considered continuing that sentence.

Logan sighed with a pleasant familiarity. This is the kind of family unit he never would have asked for, but would never trade for another given the chance.

“Alright kiddos, let’s leave it at that for now.” Patton told them all to get up and settle for dinner. They all did as they were told, Virgil and Logan smiled at each other in content.

Before they started to eat, Virgil noticed a vacant chair beside in between the twins. “Hey, Pat? Where’s Janus?” He asked.

“Oh! I haven’t seen him since this morning.” Patton said, prompting to stand up until Logan raised a hand to stop him.

“Do not worry, Patton. I’ll go check on him.” Logan excused himself from the table.

“Wait! I’ll come, too.” Virgil chased after him.

…

Janus knew his absence from dinner would probably sell him out, but he silently prayed that he’d go unnoticed.

He stared at the bucket, half-filled with cornflower and violet petals, filled with an unknown feeling of disdain, anger, and envy altogether. Janus poured gasoline over the petals and lit another match which was dropped into the metal container.

No one has to know…

The snake-side then proceeded to hide under the comfort of his weighted blanket as he felt his lungs throb in pain, roots ingrained and stems seemingly invading his roots.

God, he wouldn’t wish this on his worst enemy, much less the two people he loved the most.

Great job, Janus. You set them together, and now they’re happy, and now you’re going to fade because they will never love you the same.

But they’re happy.

And as long as they’re happy, that is more than enough for Janus.

So he sighed, willing himself to drift to sleep.

Until he heard three knocks on the door.

“Janus, it’s Logan.” Said the knocker. “It’s time to eat. Patton is inquiring for your presence.”

He didn’t respond yet, hoping Logan would get the message. He couldn’t come down to dinner, not just yet. He knew he couldn’t avoid him. It would just give off suspicion.

“Hey Jan the Fibber! You alright in there?” Asked another side. “It’s Virgil. Can you hear us?”

Janus coughed quietly, hoping they wouldn’t hear. “Yeah, sorry. I can’t make it to dinner.” He said, almost sounding normal.

“Dude, you okay?” Virgil asked once more.

“Yes. It seems I started shedding again.” Janus lied smoothly, as though well-rehearsed.

“Do you need assistance?” Logan asked. “We’d be delighted to lend a metaphorical hand if you so need.”

“No thank you. I’ve been doing this alone for five years, now.” Janus groaned. He felt the conversation ending as it took them a while to respond.

“Okay, then. We’ll send you a plate later, ‘kay?” Virgil said before Janus heard their footsteps sounding more distant each step.

Janus sighed and drifted off. He was already asleep when his dinner was left in front of his door.

…

After dinner, Logan and Virgil found themselves snuggled on Logan’s bed, hands intertwined and legs crossed with each other’s.

The emo noticed his partner’s empty stares. “What’s wrong, Lo?” He asked kissing his jaw.

Logan looked at Virgil and saw no reason to hide his thoughts. He sighed.

“Something’s wrong with Janus.” He kissed Virgil’s fingers.

“What do you mean?” The anxious side asked.

“His last shedding time was last month.” Logan stated.

…

Janus slipped on Virgil’s old hoodie, inhaling the scent of peppermint and dark coffee. His lungs throbbed. Janus almost got used to the pain itself.

He knew he loved Virgil. He had ever since they fell apart. Janus clung unto the hopeless wish that he would take him back as a friend, and maybe things would escalate into something more.

Then he fell in love with Logan, and Janus watched, showing no hint of the disdain he held against Logan.

Logan, who knew how to take care of Virgil, puts his own comfort aside for the emo side. He who was too perfect to hate.

He knew he never hated Logan, but when Janus held Logan in his arms, he realized he never wanted to let him go. He wanted to stay in the embrace, make Logan feel loved as he wanted to for Virgil.

Petals once again disrupted his breathing, and he lets them fall, loosing more bliod from what little he had.

He wants them both.

So he cries, curling into the hoodie, knowing he’d fade without them knowing.

....

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Density Kills 4/?

Took me a while, but here's part 4 of the mini-series inspired by @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes

Pairings: Analogical

Summary: Janus' match-making mission finally gets accomplished.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Hanahaki, Kissies (because the nerds deserve it), Mentions of Suffocation and Choking, Confessions

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 X Part 5

Virgil was tucked under his dark purple weighted blanket. Though his face was pale and cold, lips chapped and eyelids swollen, Logan thinks he’s about the most beautiful being in existence.

“He’s in a trance.” Janus cleared his throat as they both stood by the door frame of Virgil’s room.

Part of Logan didn’t want to wake Virgil, seeing as this may have been the longest he’s known Virgil sleep.

They entered the room, Logan after Janus. The Logical side stopped by the foot end of the bed, taken aback by the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Janus asked with a slight cough. “You don’t want me to wake him up?”

“These petals…” Logan choked out, holding back tears.

The side of self-preservation had been too focused on Logan’s well-being that he forgot to mention Virgil’s similar situation. He totally didn’t leave it out on purpose so that Logan would worry about one thing at a time.

“Yeah. He said they’ve been flowing out for four days now…” Janus confessed, not looking at Logan in the eyes.

Blood-drenched Cornflower petals were scattered around his face and not dumped into the bucket, staining his pillows and bedsheets. Virgil must have coughed out in his sleep.

Janus coughed, getting Logan’s attention. “Come on…”

Logan sighed guiltily. “He’s suffering because of me.”

Janus scoffed. “And you weren’t?”

“That’s different…” Logan lied.

Janus side-eyed him. “Logan, I only mean well when I call you a dense fucktwat.”

Logan chuckled, making Janus’ cold blood rush. “You never mean well with your insults.”

Janus cleared his throat, seeming like a new habit of his. “Delaying tactics won’t work on me, Logan Logic Sanders.”

“I know, I know…” Logan surrendered. He sat beside Virgil’s sleeping body and intertwined their fingers.

Janus sat on the other side of the bed. Virgil looked like a gothic, darker, more beautiful version of Snow White, it almost pained Janus to wake him up.

"I am going to begin slowly counting to 10. With each number you will feel yourself gradually becoming more awake…” Janus chanted softly as Logan stared in awe.

Janus started to count down, softly, gently; a side to him of which until today, Logan hasn’t seen. It was nice.

Snap, snap.

Virgil jolted awake. “Wha..” He started, locking his eyes with the hypnotist.

“Hey Virge, someone’s here to see you.” Janus said smiling.

Logan felt his eyes being clouded by the tears that welled up in him. “Hello Virgil…” He sobbed.

Virgil felt his heart implode. “Am… I dreaming?” His eyes began to water as he felt his skin going cold.

“No, Virgil. You aren’t dreaming.” Logan chuckled. He looked down at their intertwined fingers and smiled. “I’m sorry, Virgil…”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “No, L! It’s not your fault! I just…” Virgil rambled.

“No, Virgil. I am at least partially at fault. I should have never let you think your feelings were unrequited.” Logan said, lifting Virgil hands to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of the emo’s hands.

“L, I…” Virgil started. “So, they’re not unrequited?” He felt his face getting wet from the tears.

Logan chuckled, teary-eyed. “Of course not! It took me a while to realize, but I love you!”

He wiped the tears from Virgil’s cheeks. “I love you, so much. And I want you, if you’ll still have me.”

Virgil smiled through sobs. “Goddamnit! Yes, Logan!” The anxious side pulled Logan by the collar and locked their lips eagerly, still tasting both their tears.

Logan froze in shock, the realization of Virgil kissing him overwhelming his senses.

Virgil pulled away abruptly. “Oh shit! Logan, I’m so sorry, I…”

Logan snapped back to earth with a new kind of high, grasping Virgil’s shoulder with a giddy feeling that feels alien, yet not unpleasant.

“Virgil, it’s alright. I was just shocked is all. I didn’t mind it at all. In fact, I rather enjoyed it.” He said, with a softness that could nearly kill Virgil where he sat.

“Can I kiss you?” Logan asked to which Virgil nodded, face flushed bright red.

Logan cupped Virgil’s face in his hands and leaned in, placing his lips on the other’s. The mouths moved perfectly in sync as Logan’s hand moved from Virgil’s cheeks to his neck. They could almost feel each other’s heart race as their mouths parted.

“God, you have no idea how long I wanted to do that.” Virgil giggled, and suddenly Logan’s heart was malfunctioning.

Logan sighed heartily. “I owe Janus my life.”

A realization struck him. “Wait, where is Janus?”

The two glanced at the spot where Janus sat as he woke Virgil up from his trance. Neither had noticed the snake side slither out before the two had declared their obvious love for each other. He watched by the doorway, away and smiled as he walked away when they noticed he was gone.

…

Janus grasped on his sheets clinging for dear life. His lungs felt like collapsing as he laid on his bed, half-collapsing, almost losing the will to fight it.

“Shit…” He murmured, drifting to sleep in exhaustion as the violet and cornflower petals scattered on his floor.

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@shadowjag

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@arsonenthusiast

@i-love-my-dark-strange-sons

@phantom-moonfire

@lostonehero

@awkward-child-of-satan

@gigitheimposter

@ashtonbby2

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Density Kills 3/? (Analogical)

Part 1 Part 2 x Part 4 Part 5

Part three of my fic inspired by @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes and boy is this a roller coster.

Summary: Janus tries to help Logan help himself. (Spoiler alert: he succeeds)

Warnings: crying, yelling, hurt/comfort, insecurities, Hanahaki, blood, swearing

Notes: I kinda, maybe, sort of, played with some elements of fluff here. Also it's a bit ooc, because...

(Edit: Okay I just realized how much the fic sucks, I hate it...)

Logan groaned. “Do not lecture me about confession, Janus…”

“Come on, Logan. It’s not like you to deny yourself efficiency.” Janus cleared his throat. “Besides, what benefit could you get by hiding this bothersome condition of yours?”

Logan quickly grabbed the bucket and started coughing up more Violet petals. Janus rushed to his side on the bed then started to rub his back.

He gasp for air after a few gruesome moments of throwing up flowers. His cheeks were becoming more swollen as he wipes the blood off his lips. “Fuck…” He grumbles.

Janus cleared his throat as he stood up from the bed. “Hold on, I’ll get you water.” He sank down to the kitchen.

Logan sat up, realizing that the petals would probably more destructive lying down. A few realizations struck him the miniscule moments he was alone.

Why was Janus helping him? How did he even know of this? Is it because of his function as self-preservation?

Janus cleared his throat again as he rose inside of his room, holding two glasses of water, one of which he gave to Logan.

The nerd took the water and took a sip. “Why are you helping me?” He asked.

Janus cleared his throat before answering “Well, I’m in charge of self-preservation, aren’t I?” He said, giving a slight cough.

“I see…” He said, before ducking his head into the bucket again.

Once again, Janus rushed to his side and rubbed his back. “There, there…” He chanted.

“Why the hell are emotions so deadly?” Logan slurred.

Janus cleared his throat before speaking. “It would be easier if you…”

He was cut off by Logan “Don’t!” He said in a loud, persistent voice.

“And why not?” Janus inquired. “It’ll be so much easier!”

“I can’t, okay?!” Logan was shaking visibly as tears rolled out by the dozens. Janus quickly wrapped him in all six of his arms.

“I can’t…” Logan sobbed.

“Shh… you’re okay. It’ll be okay I promise…” Janus whispered, though partly unsure at this point.

Logan wiped his tears, trying to gain some composure. “I can’t have him. I’m too…” He cried some more.

“Too what, Logan?” Janus asked, feeling tears fall on his cloak. He ran his fingers through Logan’s hair, as if by habit.

“I’m broken! Lost!” Logan sobbed. “He doesn’t deserve that…” The last part came out as a whimper, holding Janus tighter, grasping on Janus’ clothes.

“Logan…” Janus said, allowing the usually stoic and composed side fall apart and shatter in his arms. He felt his lungs throb as he caressed the logical side.

“Logan, you’re not broken. If anyone made you feel that way…” Janus choked in between statements. “… they’re wrong.”

“But I am!” Logan yelled.

“Don’t you dare say that!” Janus pulled Logan away from him to look him in the eyes. “You do deserve him! You two deserve each other!”

Logan stared at him in shock.

“You avoiding him does nothing good. It makes it all the worse! Logan, he’s in pain because he thinks you hate him!”

“I..” Logan was rendered speechless.

“He didn’t tell you, because he doesn’t want to lose what you have. Does that sound familiar?” Janus exclaimed, shaking Logan slightly to bring make his point.

“Logan, you are wonderful. You keep this Mindscape functional better than anyone I know. You aren’t broken, whatever your cognitive distortions say.” Janus smiles gently as he says this, giving Logan all the reassurance he needs.

“You deserve to love. And to be loved. I’m not letting you fade away.”

Logan tears up at this, clinging unto Janus one more time into a hug as he feels his chest feeling lighter. “Thank you, Janus. Thank you.”

Janus kissed him on the forehead. “You’ll be okay.”

Soon after, Logan calms down, remaining in Janus’ embrace. “I think I should talk to him.” Logan whispers.

Janus cleared his throat again. “You know, being the smartest among us, I thought you would’ve realized that sooner.” He teased.

Logan chuckled, snuggling into Janus’ chest a little more. “Will you stay close?”

“If you need me, I’ll be there. But I think it’s better for you two to figure this out alone.” Janus said, once more clearing his throat.

“Thank you Janus…” Logan said before coughing more Violet petals into Janus’ clothes, staining his black outfit.

“Ah shit, sorry!” Logan exclaimed, pulling away from Janus. Janus took the tossed the bloody petals into the bucket with a smile.

He cleared his throat. “It’s okay. It’s normal. Now,” He started. “Are you ready?”

Logan took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. “As ready as one could be…”

Janus’ face lit up as he stood. Clearing his throat, he grabbed Logan’s arm. “Let’s go then.”

Logan braced himself for the scariest thing he would. This made him very uncertain, and he hated it.

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