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Shattered Minds Chapter Ten: Taking Flight

Hey.... so I am actually alive. I’m sorry for the hiatus, I was trying to have motivation to actually edit and post. But, here we are. I can’t absolutely guarantee that this will last, but for now, here’s the next chapter (hope you like smut, only read the part after the first cut if you don’t, the rest isn’t super necessary other than the fact that Virgil is uncomfy after the things that happened with Jakob). I recommend going back and skimming over what happened at the end of the last chapter, this is really confusing to start without it.

(Written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19)

Trigger Warnings: Mention of rape (very brief), sorta non-consensual sex (but not known, you’re see, just please be careful reading it)

The vampire blinked, shock crossing his face for only a moment before he smirked, relaxing into the bed. "Go ahead then." He smiled, blushing lightly.

Virgil laughed, leaning down to kiss him again, before dropping down to kiss and nibble at his jaw and neck.

Judas sucked in a breath, tensing at Virgil's movements. "Ahhh..." he moaned quietly, biting his lip. "Th-the others," he frowned.

Virgil smirked, sucking gently on the other’s skin before pulling away. “Oh I just wanted to get you bothered,” he said innocently, lightly getting to his feet and walking to the other side of the room.

"Hnnnn" Judas whined, sitting up slowly. "That's not fair," he complained, sounding like a child.

Virgil smirked, looking back at the other before stalking over and pulling himself back in his lap. “Oh I think it’s very fair, love. You had your fun after all.”

He sighed, wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist. "At least I went through with my teasing," he cooed, kissing Virgil's head softly.

“Ah... but see, this is my fun.” He gently pushed the other back down, pinning his arms above his head and going back to sucking against his skin.

Judas blushed again, biting his lip to avoid moaning again, not wanting to alert the others. "V-Virgil," he whined.

“You should stay quiet, love.” He grazed his teeth over the other’s collar bone. “They don’t even know you’re in here.” He leaned back enough to play with the hem of Judas’ shirt, looking at the other for permission.

Judas gave a silent nod, his eyes pleading.

Virgil pulled the other’s shirt off before pinning his wrists again, not letting him touch or move. He mouthed down the other’s stomach, before moving back up and biting down carefully at his collarbone.

Judas arched his back slightly, gasping as quietly as he could, letting out a quiet moan .

Virgil laughed softly against his skin, sliding back up to meet his gaze. “You are stunning, you know that?” He closed his eyes, kissing the other again.

He smiled softly, kissing back, panting a little. "Virgil...please," he begged "I-I need you."

Virgil smirked. “You’d love that wouldn’t you?” He let go of the other’s hands to rub on the other’s stomach and around the bite.

"Hnnnn..." he whined, squirming a little. "St-stop teasing m...me," he moaned, not wanting to move too much, a small tent in his pants now.

He grinned softly, pressing another kiss to his lips before leaning close to his ear. “Maybe later.” Virgil swiftly got to his feet, smirking at the other as he walked out the door.

Judas whined, sitting up slowly and carefully, placing a hand to Virgil's bite mark and chuckling slightly. He wasn't the one getting bitten that often.

*****

Virgil held Judas’ hand, leading him into a clearing in the woods. The sun was a bit lower in the sky, hoping that not everyone would be out at the time. He turned around, rocking on his heels a bit like a child. “Are we going to fly?” His eyes were lit up.

Judas grinned, fanning his wings out, thankful to be able to stretch them out fully. "Of course!" he laughed. "The original routine has way too many aerial maneuvers for us not to."

Virgil quickly pulled off his coat, fumbling with the wrappings that held his wings down, before shaking them out to their full wingspan, grinning like a child. With a strong beat of his wings, he lifted of the ground, shakily hovering about 5 feet off the ground. “I haven’t done this is so long.”

Judas followed soon after him, flying just a little higher, his cape on the ground below him. He chuckled, wobbling just a little. "Try ten years without flying," he smirked.

Virgil came up to meet him, careful to leave enough distance to not accidentally hit the other. “I feel like the flying is going to be the most difficult part of this,” he chuckled.

"Well of course" Judas laughed, deciding to land on a sturdy tree branch.

Virgil flew to just below the treetops, then let himself drop down, twisting in the air before opening his wings, attempting to use them almost like a parachute. He landed on his feet, but stumbled back a bit. He looked up at Judas, laughing. “I used to be amazing at that.”

"Just don't break your neck love," Judas chuckled, swinging his legs.

“I won’t,” Virgil called back. He played around with his wings a bit more before settling on the branch beside Judas, resting his head on his shoulder. “I forgot how much I loved this.”

"It is great isn't it," he sighed happily, letting his body relax as he leaned against the tree trunk.

Virgil hummed, shifting to lay down on the branch, his head in the other’s lap and wings hanging down. “So... how do you want to do this?” he asked, looking up at him.

He ran a hand through his hair, subconsciously combing his fingers through Virgil's. "Well... We'd start on the ground, and I'd take off during the first chorus, and you'd watch me from the ground until yours, then we'd do some aerial stuff." he grinned, leaving it purposely vague.

Virgil quickly shifted away from the touch, sitting up and trying to looking like he was just contemplating. “‘Some aerial stuff,’ so specific,” he mocked.

Judas rolled his eyes, going along with Virgil's movement, laying his hands in his lap. "I figured we'd do what comes naturally while we're in the air."

“Fair,” Virgil hummed. “We’ll just have to be careful not to hit each other by accident.”

"Right, though there is one thing I want to... Choreograph? Isn't that what Roman calls it?" He waved a hand. "Well during the 'all I want is to fly with you, all I want is to fall with you-'" he sang the lines unintentionally, but went along with it- "We could do that parachute wing thing." Judas laughed.

Virgil smirked. “You like my trick then? But yeah, I like that.” He stared down at his feet, kicking them softly. “If I have her part, then am I singing the last lines and... walking away?”

"No no, we could change it." He smiled a little. "You'd start to walk away, but I'd grab your arm and pull you back into a kiss," he said with a blush.

“Awww,” he cooed, blushing slightly himself. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the other’s cheek. “I like that idea.”

"And if that's not enough of a hint," he chuckled, kissing Virgil back, "Well then I don't know what is."

“I think it definitely will be obvious.”

Judas laughed, nodding and fluttered his wings. "You did bring the music right?"

Virgil nodded towards his coat on the ground. “My phone and a semi-shitty speaker.”

"Well that's something I guess." He slipped from the tree branch and fluttered down to the ground, grabbing Virgil's phone and speaker, beginning to set it up.

Virgil shakily stood on the branch, taking a few steps forward to the end before hopping off of it, swooping down to land beside the other.

Judas smirked. "Impressive." He finally figured out how to unlock Virgil's phone, smiling when he saw that his background was a picture of them together. "Cute," he chuckled before opening the music app and beginning to play the song.

Virgil blushed slightly, facing the other with a small smile.

Judas took a deep breath, making sure he was on pitch before starting the song over, taking a few steps into the clearing and singing with the music, smiling softly.

Virgil followed after him, walking slow circles around the other as he watched.

Judas suddenly shot up into the air during the chorus, smiling warmly down at Virgil. He was right in taking the male part, his voice was deep but not to bass levels, perfect fit for this range.

Virgil licked his lips nervously at the small interlude, before singing the beginning with his hands in his pockets. He met Judas’ gaze just before the chorus, before taking off, looping around the other as he sang.

Judas smiled slightly, flying higher, taking Virgil's hand softly and guiding him higher, closing his wings on the appropriate line, opening them in a parachute-like fashion a moment later.

Virgil followed the motions, swirling around the other as he parachuted, and then slowly guiding him back up. As the music slowed, Virgil gently touched back down. He quietly sang the final lines, glancing up at Judas with his head ducked before turning away.

Judas took several quick steps to catch up to him, taking Virgil's wrist gently, pulling him back toward himself, kissing him deeply.

Virgil laughed against his lips before kissing back, his arms wrapping around the other’s waist and pulling him closer.

Judas smiled softly, moving his arms to rest on Virgil's waist before he pulled back. "That was a great first rehearsal," he chuckled.

“I agree,” he breathed, eyes taking in the other’s face before he buried his head in the other’s chest.

Judas sighed, hugging the other softly, avoiding touching his hair this time.

“I love you, Judas,” Virgil mumbled against him, tightening his grip around the other.

"I love you too, Virgil," he smiled.

*****

Judas woke the next morning, his arms wrapped gently around Virgil's neck. He paused, listening due just a moment, hearing two breathing patterns: Logan was the only one awake at the moment, and he was likely downstairs reading. He smiled softly, shifting to sit over Virgil's waist.

Virgil woke with a soft grunt, blinking open his eyes in confusion. “Judas?” he yawned, rubbing at his eyes with a hand.

"Morning, love," he chuckled, leaning down and scraping his fangs along Virgil's shoulder.

“Ah,” he gasped softly, before clearing his throat. “Morning.” He felt his face heating up some. “What are you doing?”

"Getting you back," Judas mumbled against his skin, trailing a hand down Virgil's chest.

Virgil flushed, shifting slightly. “By catching me unprepared?”

"I was just as unprepared love," he grinned, biting down softly on his shoulder, not enough to draw blood. His hand roamed Virgil's chest before sliding lower.

Virgil moaned under his breath, dropping his head back onto the pillows. “And like you said: the others.” His gaze flickered to the door of the room.

"You'd better stay quiet then," Judas chuckled, running a hand along Virgil's balls gently. "Logan's the only one awake"

Virgil’s eyes fluttered shut as he sucked in a breath. “Oh perfect, just who I want to risk catching us,” he snarked, but made no move to stop the other.

He rolled his eyes, moving slowly downward, trailing his fangs down Virgil's chest lightly

“Judas, please,” Virgil muttered, moving to grab on to the other’s hips lightly.

"Please what?" Judas teased, looking up at the other, mischief clear in his eyes.

Virgil glared at him lightly. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

"Have it your way then," he cooed, taking Virgil in his hand gently and rubbing along his length slowly.

Virgil dropped his head back again, groaning around gritted teeth before flushing slightly, realizing he wasn’t exactly being quiet.

"Shhh." He looked back up at Virgil. "If you're quiet I may just let you cum," he smirked.

Virgil parted his lips slightly, making a face at the other but trying to control his shaky breaths to stay quiet.

Judas nodded slightly, picking up speed with his strokes only a little, kissing his way back down his chest before taking him gently in his mouth, sucking on the head softly.

Virgil harshly sucked in a breath, hips raising up into the touch. His hands tightened in the sheets as he shakily released the breath, teeth biting down onto his lip.

The vampire chuckled, scraping his fangs gently along his shaft before pulling up and smiling softly at Virgil.

Virgil gripped onto the other’s shoulders. “J-Judas,” he gasped, shivering.

"Hmmm?" He chuckled, smirking, his face red

Virgil glared at him. “Please, please, Judas...” He raises his hips some, his look turning pleading.

He smiled softly, sitting up and debating whether or not to give in to him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well... You've been good, and I promised..." he teased, smirking.

“Please,” Virgil hissed, desperately trying to keep his voice quiet. “Please Judas, I need you, please.” He shifted slightly to grind up at the other.

Judas couldn't help but groan quietly at that, laughing under his breath. "Fine, I'll be nice." He moved back down, beginning to suck on him again, rubbing his balls with a hand.

Virgil moaned, unable to stop himself, before he quickly covered his red face with his arm in embarrassment. He bucked up into the touch, shivering.

Judas smirked, picking up his pace slowly, agonizingly slowly. He wanted this to last; seeing Virgil so vulnerable was adorable.

Virgil bucked up again, desperate for more. “Judas,” he whined quietly into his arm.

Judas dragged his fangs along his shaft again, squeezing his balls gently before going back to stroking for a second, then taking his full length in his mouth.

Virgil gasped. “Judas- Judas please, faster, please,” he whined, dropping his arm to fist into the sheets.

The vampire chuckled, obeying and speeding up. He was sweating now and was debating whether he could convince Virgil to help him after this.

“Judas-“ he gasped before biting down on his fist, arching his back as he came.

Judas let out a noise of surprise but swallowed , pulling up and panting, smiling softly up at Virgil. He crawled up and layed next to him, licking the little drop of cum off his mouth "See?" he panted "I finish what I started," he chuckled.

Virgil let out a long, blissful hum. “Yeah but it got me this,” he murmured, eyes closed with a slight smirk.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I don't suppose you could help me now?"

Virgil kept his eyes close for a few moments, mentally freaking out and trying to relax, before he blinked open his eyes. “Mhmm,” he hummed, propping himself up and pressing a kiss to the other’s lips.

Judas returned the kiss, shifting to lay on his back.

Virgil slid down, trailing his hands over Judas’ stomach. He didn’t give himself time to think, just gently wrapped his mouth around the other, licking at the underside of his head.

Judas sucked in a breath, knowing that he should stay quiet, bucking up just a little.

Virgil ignored the tension in his body, slowly moving up and down the shaft, licking softly and occasionally grazing his teeth across it.

Judas shivered biting his lip to avoid moaning, panting and whimpering, a not so silent plea for Virgil to speed up.

He fluttered his eyes shut, picking up his pace for a while before suddenly pulling back, lips just around Judas’ head, which he gently teased with his tongue.

"Haaah... V-virgil... More please," he moaned as quietly as he could, not wanting to move. "I'm so c-close... please."

Virgil’s look shifted some, purposefully keeping from looking up at the other. He swallowed around the other and quickly resumed his fast pace.

Judas gasped, bucking up and gripping the sheets tightly as he came, biting his lip hard to stop from screaming.

Virgil forced himself to swallow before sitting up, gazing at the other’s movements with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Enjoy that did you?” he murmured, coming back up to lay beside the other.

"Mmmm," Judas smiled softly, adjusting to lay on his side. "You did great love," he smiled, running the back of his hand across Virgil's cheek.

Virgil smiled back again, not quite meeting the other’s eyes but leaning into his touch.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, concern crossing his face.

Virgil shook his head softly, closing his eyes. “Nothing, love.”

"Are you sure?" The vampire shuffled a little closer, hugging him gently. "You can tell me anything."

Virgil swallowed, keeping his eyes closed. He knew the other wouldn’t believe it was really nothing, so quickly tried to come up with an explanation. “Back in school there was a guy who would force me to help him.” He said bluntly. “It’s hard to get over.”

Judas frowned, rubbing circles gently into his cheek again. "Oh... I'm sorry love.. If you were uncomfortable you could've said something."

Virgil shook his head, opening his eyes to look at the other. “I wanted to make you happy. I’m alright, I promise.”

Judas nodded a little, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "All I want to do is sleep, but we need to get up," he chuckled.

Virgil cocked his head slightly. “Do we…? Cause this is a very comfortable bed and I see no real reason to get up.”

The vampire smiled. "Unless you want Patton knocking on the door in a few minutes, we should get up now."

Virgil groaned, sliding away from the other and shuffling over to grab some clothes and his hoodie. “It’s your fault for rushing us,” Virgil smirked lazily, looking back at the other.

"Rushing?" Judas chuckled, sitting up and pulling on his old sweatpants and a tee shirt that he had left in Virgil's room.

“Oh you know what I mean, to make sure someone doesn’t get caught in my room.” Virgil pulled on a baggy pair of pajama pants and a shirt before pulling his hoodie on, instinctively tugging his sleeves. He looked up at the other. “Ready?”

He nodded, jumping a little at the unexpected knock and Patton's voice from the other side. "Hey Virgil? You awake kiddo?" He called.

Virgil froze for a moment before nodding for Judas to get away from the door. “Yeah, just a second Patton. I’ll be down in a minute.”

Judas took a couple silent steps backwards, relaxing when he realized who was on the other side of the door.

Patton smiled softly. "Alright, just don't take too long, I'm making crêpes for breakfast," he chuckled, heading downstairs.

“Ooh, thank you Patton!” he called. After listening to the footsteps walking away Virgil laughed softly, looking at the other.

Judas smiled softly. "Talk about perfect timing," he chuckled.

Virgil smiled back. “You go ahead. Walking down at the same time will be suspicious.”

He nodded, leading the way downstairs, smiling and nodding a hello to the two others in the room. Patton looked up from transferring the batter to the pan on the stove. "Oh! Good morning... Judas," he paused, clearly trying to call him by his name.

Virgil sat down on the bed, wings slouching as he rubbed his face with his hands, taking a deep breath. He was both happy that he could help Judas, but shaky as he tried to calm himself down. After a few moments of regulating his breathing, Virgil got up and slipped out of the room, heading downstairs.

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Shattered Minds Chapter Nine: Opposing Views

Hey guys! We’re trying out the new method with this chapter, so I really hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you all for your support for the story!

(Written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19)

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of Mental Health (and Roman being angry I guess)

Virgil shifted to the edge of the bed, rolling his shoulders and stretching out his wings, nearly hitting Judas unconsciously, before getting up.

"Hey," Judas laughed, blocking Virgil's wing and taking a step back. "I’d rather not die by my boyfriend's wingspan, thank you," he smirked.

Virgil blinked owl-eyed, confused, before realizing and pulling his wings in blushing. “Sorry,” he mumbled, stifling a laugh.

Judas rolled his eyes. "'S OK, come on." He lead the way downstairs, nodding a hello to the others.

Virgil followed, catching Patton meeting his eye as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey, kiddos,” Patton smiled softly. “There’s some eggs and bacon on the table, do you want pancakes?”

Virgil nodded, “Yes, please. Thank you.”

Logan looked up from where he sat at the table, reading and drinking coffee. He glanced between the two of them cautiously, but he kept his expression level. “Good morning.”

"Morning," Judas responded. "Pancakes would be great, thanks Patton." He pulled at his gloves, grabbing himself a glass and milk.

Virgil grabbed a mug, pouring himself some coffee and dumping in more creamer than was probably reasonable, before sitting down at the table with an empty seat next to him. He tucked his wings over the back of the chair, pulling his legs up in the seat with him.

Logan settled back slightly, taking a sip of his coffee. “Did you both sleep well?”

Judas sat beside Virgil, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah..." He maintained eye contact with him, trying to make it look like he wasn't lying.

Virgil nodded, humming as he sipped his coffee. “How do you live without coffee,” he teased, throwing a glance at Judas.

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Just not feeling like it right now," he shrugged, nodding a thank you to Patton who delivered a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in front of him. "I'll grab some later."

“Not if I drink all of it,” Virgil mumbled around his mug.

Logan chuckled lightly. “If you can call it coffee with how much creamer you add.”

Judas nodded in agreement, taking a sip from his glass. "For once we agree Logan," he smirked.

Virgil made a face at the two, taking a plate and getting some eggs and bacon before curling up again, slowly picking through his food. “Patton, are you going out today?”

He shrugged. "Maybe, but I'm not sure yet... Why do you ask kiddo?" He raised an eyebrow.

“Just curious,” Virgil hummed. “I know Roman is going out, if he ever wakes from the dead.”

“Well fuck you too, Dark and Stormy night,” Roman grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he walked down the stairs.

Patton frowned, glancing at Roman for just a moment. "Morning, Roman," he said softly, having a cup of black coffee ready for him.

“Mm, thank you Patton.” He took the cup, sitting down opposite of Judas. “Haven’t seen you around much,” he commented, looking at the man.

Virgil smirked slightly into his coffee, not enough to be noticed.

"Haven't seen you much either,  but it's not like I've tried to find you." Judas smiled softly. "How are you feeling?" 

Patton took a seat next to Logan eating his food quietly.

“Fine, get the last of the stitches out tomorrow. Patton’s had to stop me from ripping them out myself though, they’re driving me insane.” He sent Patton a sympathetic glance before looking back. “And you?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine, I'm sure someone told you about the incident a few months back?" he asked quietly.

Roman’s look darkened some. “Well obviously, Patton was freaking out, I was with him while Logan went up to deal with... it.” He shifted from saying “you” at the last second.

Virgil stared down at his plate, feeling the gaze of Logan on him as he slowly ate.

Judas nodded. "He's not me, just to clarify." He emptied his milk, standing and grabbing himself a mug and coffee, only putting some sugar in it.

Roman hummed. “Still your body.”

“Roman,” Virgil said harshly, throwing him a glare.

“You’re the one who was being hurt, don’t act like everything is fine here.”

Virgil clenched his jaw. “I’m aware. I offered though, he didn’t force me to let him feed.”

Judas, nodded, holding back a glare toward Roman. "I always ask and be sure he's fine afterward." He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

Roman hummed, obviously still annoyed, but dropped the subject. He grabbed a plate and got himself some food, digging in.

Virgil sipped his coffee, curled in slightly at the awkward tension in the room. He desperately looked between Patton and Judas, hoping one would do something.

Patton chewed his lip, glancing at the others and trying to find a subject to defuse the tension. “Ah... So..." he trailed off, glancing around the room.

Logan sighed, pulling the attention towards himself. “If Virgil and Deceit are in a consenting relationship, it is not our place to attempt to control it. As long as Virgil is okay with it, and your alter is not attacking the others, it’s a decision for the two of you to make.” He met Judas’ eyes with a touch on sympathy.

Judas sighed, mentally considering what to say while biting his lip. "Ah... Well..." He glanced toward Virgil. "Thank you Logan... But please don't call me that."

Virgil met the other’s gaze with a slight nod.

Logan cocked his head slightly. “What do you mean?”

Judas took a deep breath, glancing around the room. "D-Deceit is just a title... a nickname." His hands twitched slightly as he tugged on his gloves.

Roman raised an eyebrow as Logan spoke, “I figured as much. What would you prefer us to call you then?”

Virgil reached out subtly to rest his hand on the vampire’s knee.

Judas took a deep breath, closing his eyes and blurring out, all at once, "MynameisJudas!" He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, mumbling something about band-aids.

“Well, good for you then,” Roman said. “It’s nice of you to trust us.”

Judas sighed, laying his head on the table. "And Virgil and I have taken to calling my... alter, was it Logan?" He glanced at him. "We've been calling him Jakob"

Logan hummed. “And Jakob responds to that? Alters normally have their own opinions and thoughts.”

The vampire blinked, letting out a breath before speaking again. "I tolerate it," Jakob growled, glaring at Logan.

Virgil’s gaze hardened, tightening his hand on Jakob’s knee, hoping he wouldn’t make a move against the others.

Roman’s eyes widened as Logan blinked quickly. “I’m not forcing it on you, that’s simply what I know to call you by,” the logical one said calmly.

"I've grown to like it actually." He moved his hand to rest on top of Virgil's, digging his nails into the back of his hand a little.

Virgil clenched his jaw in pain but didn’t make a sound.

“Well that’s good then,” Logan sighed. “Might we have Judas back then? I don’t mean to offend by asking.”

Jakob sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine." His body relaxed as Judas blinked, sighing. "He took over again?"

Virgil pulled his hand away, rubbing it gently. “He didn’t do anything, don’t worry.” Logan narrowed his eyes slightly. “Again?”

Judas nodded. "Yeah... He's been showing up more and more."

Logan frowned. “Have you gone to a psychologist like I recommended?”

Judas ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.  "No... You know I hate talking to people."

“And I’m sure Virgil hates being forced to help a snarky asshole as well just to help you,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow.

Virgil immediately shot him a hard glare. “Roman,” he warned, the other shrugging.

Judas hissed at Roman, his eyes flashing. "You have no right to judge our dynamic," he growled.

Roman narrowed his eyes. “You’re using my roommate as a meal, in our house. I think I have a right to be cautious.”

“Roman,” both Virgil and Logan snapped at the same time.

The other man huffed, getting to his feet. “Fine.” He headed back up the stairs to his room.

Judas sighed. "That's not what I expected." He ran a hand through his hair.

“Which part?” Virgil muttered with a soft sigh. “His reaction or everything?”

"Roman in general... He's clearly not a morning person." He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Logan gave a humorless laugh. “That is true.” He looked at Judas. “I’m sorry he offended you. He does not speak for all of us. However cautious I am, I would not attempt to have a say in... your dynamic, as you put it.”

Judas nodded. "Thank you, Logan," he sighed.

Patton frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "It's your life kiddo, we don't have a right to interfere," he added.

Virgil gave Patton a thankful look before getting up, placing his plate and mug in the sink. “I’m going upstairs then. Thank you for breakfast Patton.”

He nodded, smiling. "Of course, Virgil." 

Judas stood, grabbing his dishes and beginning to clean.

Virgil padded up the stairs, heading back to his room. He slumped down on the bed some, running his hands over his face. He hated to admit Roman had a point, but he didn’t want to leave or end it. He was happy, just also... not.

After a moment there was a knock on his door. "Virgil?" Judas called, frowning.

Virgil looked up, pulling in a breath. “Yeah? Come in.”

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and sitting beside him "What's on your mind love?" he asked quietly.

Virgil smiled softly at the pet name. “Just... everything,” he laughed weakly. “That was a lot, and it’s a lot in general.”

Judas nodded, wrapping a wing around Virgil. "Roman didn't react the way I expected, and with Jakob showing up..." He sighed.

Virgil nodded. “I wasn’t too surprised. I just tried to keep him from going off on the others. Roman...” Virgil shrugged. “He can be unpredictable. I think he’s just more uncomfortable with the idea of it cause he doesn’t understand.”

Judas nodded, sighing. "Given his reaction to that, he'll be furious once we tell them we're together."

Virgil hummed. “Patton and Logan both seem to agree that none of them should have a say, so hopefully they’ll be able to get Roman to relax about it.

"How do you want to tell them? Maybe we need to appeal to Roman to get him to open up to the idea?"

“I wonder if just... you getting to know him would help. Being able to kinda see it from your point of view.” Virgil glanced at the other. “Not that I’m trying to force you, but it’s an idea.”

"I'll talk to him, sure, but maybe we could make the announcement special? Like a performance?" he suggested, smirking.

Virgil scoffed. “Extra as always. What do you have in mind?”

Judas laughed a little. "Rewrite the Stars?" he suggested, blushing a little.

Virgil turned to him with a grin. “You dork!” he laughed as he elbowed the other.

He laughed. "Hey! I've had it in my head for a while and I'm sure Roman would love it." He shoved Virgil gently.

Virgil shook his head at the other, laughing. “However much of a dork you are, that’s not an awful idea. Who would be who?”

"I've got the lower voice, so I'll take the male part," he smirked.

Virgil blushed slightly. “Oh shut it Mr. Dark and Mysterious, but fine. Means I get to tease you.”

Judas laughed. "So how are we gonna keep it a secret until we're ready to perform?"

Virgil hummed in thought. “We could always go out and practice it in the woods around the park? That way they won’t be able to see or hear it.”

Judas thought for a moment, nodding. "Yeah, that could work... We'd get stares from people but sure," he laughed.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Preferably deeper in the woods so we don’t get the police called on ‘two mutants with wings.’”

Judas laughed. "Then it'll just be two weirdos singing in the woods," he smirked, "but yeah, that seems like the best plan."

“We [are] two weirdos singing in the woods, but I take no responsibility for this.”

Judas snorted, rolling his eyes. "How about we start practicing tomorrow? We'll head out after everyone leaves."

Virgil nodded. “Works for me. Cause you know, I’m so busy.”

He chuckled. "I just don't want the others to be suspicious, Roman especially."

“Fair. He won’t know what to do with himself. Torn between hating the idea and loving the performance...”

Judas nodded. "Right, that's why I wanted to make it a show, so Roman would be more open hopefully."

Virgil hummed in agreement. “And you being a dork,” he muttered under his breath, giving the other a mischievous look.

Judas chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You agreed, so you're just as much of a dork as I am."

“Oh shut it,” he huffed, before shoving Judas down on the bed and sitting with his legs on either side of his stomach.

He grinned down at the other as he yelped in surprise, chuckling as he looked up at Virgil. "What are you doing?" Judas smirked.

“Being in control for once.” He leaned down and kissed the other deeply for a few moments, before pulling away with a smirk.

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Hey Guys, Gals, and Non-Binary Pals,

(No regrets none I had to do it)

So, no new chapter yet, it’s still projected for tomorrow (getting stuff done on time? what? I know) but I (Cress) wanted to get your opinions on something.

As of late editing chapters had gotten rather draining/boring to me, despite how much I love your reactions and hope you enjoy the work put into it. Regardless, this is what makes me usually not post on time, because I can’t get the motivation to do so.

Therefore, I wanted to propose something: “Raw” chapters.

I’m not sure if it’s obvious in the writing (I’ve worked pretty hard to try not to make it obvious), but Shattered Minds is written as an RP, and then copied, compiled, and edited into the chapters you see. I basically have three steps once I figure out what content I want to go into each chapter: cut out our side-conversations/OOC stuff, fix punctuation and spelling, and then make it all flow into a cohesive piece (the part that takes the longest). I’m debating taking out that last step.

Chapters would still have proper punctuation and grammar, but basically would read more like an RP instead of a fic. AKA, it may have shorter paragraphs/jumpy breaks/etc. but the same story and content would still be there. I would try to do really basic editing for anything that really sounded weird, but it would generally be pretty “raw”.

However, this does mean I could easily up the posting schedule because this would not take me nearly as long. Possibly up to a chapter every other day.

Anyway, please please please give me your thoughts on this. I still want to provide you guys with this story, but I also don’t want it to be draining for me.

Thank you all so much for reading,

Cress

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Shattered Minds Chapter Eight: Repair and Renewal

I’m sorry for this being a day late! I got distracted from editing, and then forgot, and then it was Saturday (and yet I still edited most of this today). Anyway, take this, ily guys. -Cress

(Written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19)

Trigger Warnings: Scars, Blood Mention, Nightmares, Self-harm Mention

Virgil blinked his eyes open groggily, confused for a second before realizing where the was. He shifted slightly, pulling away from Judas to look at the other man. He smiled softly. It was rare to see him so relaxed. He gently brushed the other’s hair out of his face. Judas mumbled softly, searching for Virgil before blinking open his eyes.

The vampire smiled softly. "Morning, love," he sighed.

Virgil smiled back, pressing a lazy kiss against his cheek. “G’ morning. Did you sleep well?”

"Mhmm." He yawned, sitting up and blinking the sleep from his eyes. Glancing down, his hand brushed one of the scars on Virgil's arm. The other’s eyes widen immediately, having completely forgotten. He pulled his arms down and tucked them against his stomach, looking away.

"Virgil... let me see," Judas frowned, taking Virgil's wrist gently. The younger forced a breath out through his nose, slowly allowing the other to pull his arms up. He looked at the wall behind Judas, not wanting to meet his eyes. Judas sighed softly. "Virgil... where did these come from?" he asked, his voice soft and worried as he looked up.

Virgil stayed quiet for a few moments, scanning his brain. “I- it- I scratched myself on a gate when- when I went out last week.”

Judas frowned, tracing one of the cuts gently. "This isn't a scratch Virgil, this is a cut... You're lying to me," he sighed. "What really happened? I'm not mad," he reassured, reaching a hand up and gently turning his chin to meet his eyes.

Virgil swallowed. “You will be.” He kept his eyes down, trying to ignore the tears threatening to well up.

"Tell me," Judas encouraged softly, lowering his gaze back to Virgil's arm.

Virgil sucked in a breath. “D-do you remember when- when Roman had that accident, and I was panicking?” Judas nodded, staying silent. “W-when he took over...” Virgil swallowed, continuing, “he was mad at me. For overreacting. A-and said he needed to teach me a lesson. So he used a knife.” Virgil’s gaze flickered to the desk, knowing it was there. “I begged him to put it away before he gave you back, so you wouldn’t know.”

Judas sighed, angry at himself for allowing it to happen - angry at Jakob for doing it - but feeling sorry for Virgil. Both himself and Virgil were victims here, but the other had it worse. "I... I'm so sorry, Virgil... I should've known."

Virgil furrowed his brows, meeting the other’s gaze for a moment. “I did everything for you to not know,” he looked away again, “and I would have kept doing it.”

"Why would you hide it from me?" he asked, frowning and letting go of Virgil's arm.

“I didn’t want you to worry, or feel bad. You weren’t in control.” Virgil bit his lip, quickly swiping at his eyes to try and stop tears from falling.

Judas cupped his face, expression soft. "Virgil, he hurt you, that gives me the right to interfere with him. We might be separate personalities, but we share a body, so it's just as bad as if I did this to you."

Virgil shook his head adamantly. “It’s not. It’s not the same. Maybe it was- maybe it was your hand, but it was not you.”

Judas sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I promise I'll keep him in check from now on... Is there anything else he did? I know he's taken control since then."

Virgil sighed, shuffling nervously. “You only have so much control Judas...”

"But I've managed to break through before," he countered.

“And we spent an hour putting your room back together,” Virgil reminded, glaring slightly in frustration.

"I'm going to try. The important part is neither of us got hurt," Judas shot back, his eyes flashing. "We can finish this later, for right now-" he slipped off the bed, pulling on his shirt and pants- "we need to wash my sheets. Here's hoping it didn't stain."

Virgil stopped himself from wincing at the sudden shift, and slid off the bed, mad at himself for fucking up the moment. He sighed and pulled his clothes back on, not bothering with a shirt and simply tugging his hoodie on. He helped gather the sheets, cautiously sparing glances at Judas, who was focused on his work.

"I didn't mean to snap at you Virgil, I just needed something to do so Jakob didn't show," he murmured under his breath, tossing the sheets toward the door.

Virgil paused for a moment. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for getting frustrated.”

He nodded, making sure the mattress wasn't stained before gathering his sheets. "Can you get the door?" he asked.

Virgil nodded, slipping past him. He followed Judas as they made their way to the laundry room, opening that door as well. The other nodded his thanks, dropping the sheets on the floor and opening the washing machine, loading and starting it. "Let’s hope the others don't ask about it," he chuckled.

Virgil blushed slightly at the possibility, groaning and pouting slightly. “You started it.”

"And you said yes," he smirked, kissing Virgil on the forehead.

Virgil grumbled, ducking his head slightly. “Well you were very convincing.” He ghosted his hands across the other’s abs, a small grin on his face.

Judas blushed, taking his hand. "I'm still blaming you," he chuckled.

Virgil pulled a face. “That’s hardly fair, you obviously set me up.”

He rolled his eyes, smirking and showing his fangs. "Whatever. We should both get something to eat," he chuckled, heading for the kitchen.

Virgil let out a whine of protest, teasingly upset when he walked away, and followed after him. “I can make waffles. And by make, I mean stick them in the toaster.”

Judas laughed. "That would be fine... And I should probably feed," he added.

The other sighed, nodding. “I’ll make some for after then too.” He hummed softly as he pulled them out, sticking two in the toaster before hopping up on the counter. He lifted his wings out of the way as much as possible, before grabbing towards his boyfriend. “Come here.”

Judas chuckled, walking over toward him and leaning into the other as Virgil wrapped his legs around his waist. He pulled him closer and tucked him underneath his chin. “I’m the tall one for once.”

He smirked, smelling Virgil's neck for a moment. "Sitting on the counter doesn't count," he laughed.

“Does for me,” he grinned, scanning over his movements and rolling his eyes. As the toaster dinged he reached across the counter to pull them out and set them on a plate, placing two more in before shoving the plate into Judas’ chest playfully. “Eat your damn waffles and be patient, you.”

He rolled his eyes, grabbing a fork. "'S not my fault you smell so good," he chuckled around the bite.

Virgil flushed. “I- is that a compliment?” He busied himself with pulling the next two out of the toaster and throwing the last two in. He took one of the waffles and bit into it, not bothering with a fork.

Judas laughed, nodding. "Yes, you smell like violets and lavender." He smirked. Virgil immediately shoved more of the waffle in his mouth to avoid answering, his face heating up.

Judas smirked, rolling his eyes and soon his plate was empty and he slipping it into the sink. "You're adorable," he cooed.

The younger made a face back. “No,” Virgil protested, muffled. He grabbed the two other waffles as the popped up and wrapped them in a paper towel, sliding off the counter and going to the fridge to get some water for later.

"Yes," Judas smirked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the table.

“Nope,” he countered, finishing off the last of his waffles for now. He pulled a water bottle out of the fridge and turned around, raising an eyebrow at Judas.

"You are though," he grinned, leading him over to his normal spot on the couch. "The others won't be home for a while yet right?"

Virgil nodded. He set the water and waffles down on the table. “A couple hours.”

Judas nodded, scooting over to make room for him. "Remember, tap me if you think I've been feeding for too long."

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, sitting down next to the other. “And you’re... feeling okay?”

"Fine, why?" He raised an eyebrow.

“I mean with... with him.” Virgil glanced away quickly. He hated to make it uncomfortable but was nervous.

"I can keep him under control," Judas promised, taking Virgil's hands softly.

He looked over him before meeting the other’s eyes again, nodding. “Okay.” He relaxed with his side against the back of the couch, letting his head lay down and baring his neck to the other.

Judas took a deep breath, still holding one of Virgil's hands. "You're sure you're ready?"

Virgil smiled softly. “Promise.”

He nodded, leaning over and inhaling his scent again before sinking his fangs into Virgil's neck as the other closed his eyes, well used to the sensation by now. He slowly rubbed Judas’ hand where it rested in his.

Judas made a small noise of contentment and Virgil shivered slightly as the other’s fangs vibrated along with it. “That- feels very strange,” he muttered, careful to not move much. The vampire mumbled something akin to an apology, watching the clock, a minute and a half having gone by now.

Virgil blinked slowly, feeling a touch of lightheadedness sink in. He gently tapped the other’s hand. “A tiny bit dizzy, but I’ll be fine if you need a bit more.”

He immediately pulled back, licking Virgil's blood from his lips. "No, it's fine." He licked the punctures closed. "It didn't hurt did it?"

Virgil shook his head softly. “If it did it’s just what I’ve gotten used to. You making noise felt weird though,” he snorted.

"I would expect it to, but I didn't want to pull away just to say something. Didn't want to make the punctures too wide." He smirked, handing Virgil the water bottle.

“True.” The other sat up cautiously, but thankfully was only slightly lightheaded. He took the water bottle and opened it, downing some. “Was that enough?”

"Yeah… I think," Judas admitted, biting his lip. "I mean... I'm not hungry anymore." He shrugged. "We can probably make this work."

Virgil nodded, smiling softly. “Good.” He scooted over to sit against the other, taking another sip of his water before resting his head on his shoulder.

Judas sighed. "Thank you Virgil... For everything." He wrapped both a wing and an arm around the other, holding him close.

Virgil let out a breath. “Thank you for not giving up on this just because it’s... what it is.”

Judas nodded, suppressing a yawn. "I'm stubborn, you know that," he chuckled.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Oh I know,” he teased.

He laughed, shoving the other playfully. "Shut it."

“But you had your fun earlier,” Virgil replied, shoving him back.

"And you're welcome to return the favor," he teased, licking his lips.

“What, do you want me to strip for you some time?” Virgil replied nonchalantly, looking straight ahead to hide the blush on his face.

Judas laughed. "Wow, thanks for killing the vibe... What if we wait until next week? I don't want the others to get too suspicious." He planted a kiss on Virgil's cheek.

Virgil scoffed. “Yes, love, as if I have the self confidence to strip.”

Judas rolled his eyes. "Speaking of which, I should check the laundry." He stood, heading for to the other room.

Virgil hummed, pulling his feet up on the couch with him. “I’ll be here,” he called, taking another sip of the water.

The other made sure his sheets weren't stained before switching them to the dryer and heading back to the living room. "Would you be against a cuddly nap?" He blushed, yawning again.

“Definitely not, but preferably in a bed,” Virgil suggested, but made no effort to move.

Judas hummed in agreement, smirking. "And you're gonna make me carry you aren't you?"

Virgil grinned, meeting the other’s gaze and lifting up his arms. “You’re strong.”

He laughed, picking him up bridal style. "The only things that would make this better is if you were in a dress and I was in a tux," he joked.

Virgil genuinely giggled, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. “As if I would look good in a dress.”

"You would, and I would look handsome in a tux." He placed a kiss on Virgil's nose, beginning toward the stairs. "Hell, with some makeup I might even look decent."

Virgil crinkled his nose jokingly, kissing Judas’ cheek. “You would look amazing in makeup. I would love to see it. That and the tux.”

"Maybe that'll be a reality someday then." He winked, laying Virgil down in his bed.

“Please,” Virgil replied, snorting out a laugh as he pulled the other down with him. Judas let out a yelp of surprise, falling next to him, his wings flailing across the bed as he laughed.

Virgil pressed multiple kisses to the other’s face before pulling the blankets completely over himself to hide. “No regrets,” he laughed, muffled through the covers.

"Hey! Get back here!" he laughed, pulling the blankets back down and wrapping Virgil in his wings. "Gotcha."

Virgil wiggled slightly before settling down, making a face at the other. Judas stuck his tongue out in response, laughing and pulling him into a hug. "You're not getting away this time."

“Hmph,” Virgil grumbled, pretending to be upset but relishing in the warmth and closeness.

He chuckled, kissing Virgil on the cheek before yawning and half closing his eyes. "Tired," he mumbled.

Virgil’s expression softened, and he tucked himself against the other. “Then sleep love, I’m not going anywhere.” He pulled his wings in around himself, cocooning them both in a bundle wings.

Judas chuckled, tucking his head in between Virgil's shoulder and neck, sighing before closing his eyes, falling asleep, Virgil smiling softly as he followed.

*****

The next morning, after waking up in the middle of the afternoon and relaxing with the others, Judas was twitching and mumbling things in his sleep, curled into a tight ball with his eyes shut tight. During the night he had pulled away from Virgil, flipping over with his back to him, cocooning himself in his own wings now.

Virgil stirred slightly at the noise, wings ruffling softly as he blinked open his eyes and propped himself up. He looked over at the other and his eyes narrowed. “Judas?” he called softly.

He didn't respond, still mumbling. "Leave him alone! Don't hurt him!" He jolted awake, blinking and realizing who's bed he was in, though he still kept crying softly, not unfurling his wings and or turning to acknowledge the other.

“Judas,” Virgil murmured softly, shifting closer and reaching out to gently place a hand on the other’s wing.

He blinked, twitching a little, but he didn't reveal himself. "V-Virgil?" he called. His voice was shaking and choked; clearly he had been crying for a while.

Virgil’s eyes softened instantly. “Love it’s okay, it’s me. You’re okay.” He gently stroked the other’s wing, not wanting to force him, but he eventually slowly unfurled his wings, revealing that he was curled into a tight ball, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around then. Tears soaked his pillow and his eyes were puffy and red.

Virgil looked over him, breathing out a soft sigh. “Oh, love... can I hug you, is that okay?” He laid a gentle hand on Judas’ shoulder, rubbing it softly. Judas tensed, nodding and sniffing. His breathing was erratic and his heart was beating out of his chest. Virgil gently wrapped his arms around the other, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek and murmuring softly, “Breathe with my okay love? Just try to breathe with me.” He set his breathing into the pattern they both knew well.

Judas tried his best to copy him, though he was still sobbing quietly with his head down, eyes closed. "H-he hurt you, Virgil," he choked out, coughing as he cried.

Virgil bit his lip. “Do you mean in your dream? You can talk about it if you want love but you don’t have to.” Virgil hugged the other protectively from behind and gently rubbed small circles into his skin.

Judas blinked, comforted by Virgil's warmth, his skin freezing. "H-he was torturing you, and there wasn't a-anything I could do but be forced to watch him hurt you... Stabbing, burning... cutting." He sobbed again. "It was like there was an invisible wall someone was forcing my face into... and there wasn't anything I could do." He shuddered, choking out another sob.

Virgil swallowed, tightening his grip on the other a touch. “Love it’s okay. I’m okay, that’s not going to happen.”

He coughed again, finally turning to look at the man behind him, his face red and stained with tears. "I've n-never had a nightmare that bad, or with you here," he mumbled, trying to slow his rapid heart rate.

Virgil’s brows furrowed slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the tear tracks on the other’s skin. “How long have you been having them?”

"Since when... he showed up again," Judas explained, not wanting to say his name.

Virgil sighed softly. “I could have helped, love,” he murmured, “I’m used to nightmares, I used to always have them.”

"I didn't want to get you involved... I... I was actually going to mention something to Patton if they got worse," he admitted, looking away.

Virgil brushed a hand through his hair. “I’m not upset, don’t worry. I just wish you hadn’t been dealing with it alone.”

Judas sighed, his heart rate slowing finally. "You already worry too much, I didn't want you to worry about something you couldn't control."

Virgil smiled sadly, fully aware of how similar that was to his situation. He pressed a gentle kiss against the other’s head. “I can be there to comfort you. You don’t always have to be the strong one.”

"I don't want the others finding out about this," he mumbled, his wings fluttering. "Patton would never leave me alone," he snorted faintly, finally relaxing.

“I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to. But I’m here okay?” Virgil cupped the other’s face, brushing his thumbs to wipe away the tear tracks.

He sighed, wrapping a wing around Virgil. "Thank you."

Virgil hummed softly. “Are you okay?” His gaze flickered between the other’s eyes and head, worried about how much presence Jakob had.

He nodded. "Yeah... I'm honestly just as surprised as you that he didn't show-" he paused for a moment, the familiar smirk crossing his lips before Jakob frowned. "I... wanted him to help you," he admitted in response, looking towards the wall.

Virgil flinched back a tiny bit, pulling his arms away but not moving otherwise. “Why?” he asked gently, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice.

"Because he was considering hurting himself... To make this go away," he explained. "And I'm not going to hurt you kid, I'm only here to explain the things he's too scared to say."

Virgil swallowed heavily. “If… if he considers that again, if he goes to do it, I would... appreciate it if you could take over and get him to me.”

"Honestly, can't promise anything," he shrugged. "I'll try, but I can't promise he'll come out unscathed."

Virgil sighed. “It’s better than nothing.” He glanced away. “Thank you.”

Jakob nodded slightly, chuckling and within moments Judas was back, looking over with worried eyes, though finding he didn't move from his spot before he blacked out. "He... didn't hurt you?" he asked, brows furrowing.

Virgil shook his head. “Didn’t touch me, don’t worry. Just talked some.”

"Talked?" He frowned, finally sitting up. "About what?"

“He... he told me why he didn’t take over. That he wanted me to help you so you didn’t hurt yourself.” Virgil looked away slightly, taking the other’s hand and rubbing it gently.

He sighed, nodding. "I... He wasn't lying, I have thought about it."

Virgil was silent for a moment. “You do realize how distraught I would be, right?  If you were gone? That’s not me criticizing you, I understand, but...”

"I know... That's why I didn't do anything." He ran a hand through his hair.

“Good.” He leaned forward to rest his forehead on the other’s. “I’m not giving up on you. Promise.”

He chuckled, kissing Virgil on the forehead before slipping off the bed. "Come on, let's get breakfast... I heard bacon sizzling earlier."

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Shattered Minds Chapter Seven: Protecting Each Other

Actually getting a chapter out on time? This is crazy (ignore that it’s almost 11pm). As always, we hope that you enjoy.

(Written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19)

Trigger Warnings: Cuts, Blood mention, Death Threat mention (also contains NSFW content at the end, but it’s fluffy)

After a minute or two, or ten... The experience had been torture for both minds, resulting in Judas' room getting torn to shreds. Judas eventually made his way downstairs, looking around. "V-Virgil?" he called.

The younger stilled slightly, recognizing Judas’ calmer voice. He quietly got up and slipped out of the room, seeing the other. “Judas?” he questioned softly.

He nodded, turning and sighing with relief, taking a few careful steps toward him. "I... managed to get Jakob to calm down."

Virgil scanned him slightly before shuffling forward, reaching out cautiously. “Are you okay?”

"Y-yeah." He rubbed his neck, the edge of a fresh cut just barely showing under his glove.

Virgil grabbed the other’s hand softly, turning it over. “Judas?”

The vampire looked away, biting his lip. "It was the only thing I could do to get him to leave us alone... I fed from myself," he mumbled.

“Judas...” Virgil sighed sadly. “What if.... you were to feed more often but just less? Would it help so that you’re never super hungry?”

Judas sighed, looking back toward Virgil, his eyes soft and full of concern. "Are you sure you could take it?"

“We could try. I’m willing to try, I don’t want you hurting,” he whispered, running his thumb over the other’s arm gently.

He swallowed, shivering at Virgil's familiar touch. "A-alright, if you're sure."

Virgil nodded. “I am, if it could help I’ll try.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the other’s lips.

Judas chuckled, blushing slightly and wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist, leaning into him. "I love you," he mumbled into Virgil's hair.

Virgil rested his head against the other’s chest. “I love you too.”

He planted a gentle kiss on Virgil's head before pulling away, sighing. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Virgil shook his head. “We both knew that there was a risk of... something happening. I didn’t expect it to be that bad, if I’m honest I expected him to take over...”

"He did, for a few minutes anyway," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "When he does take over, I'm just... pushed to the back of my own head, and caged," he shivered.

Virgil cupped the other’s face, stroking with his thumb. “How did you fight it this time? He was-“ Virgil cut off, looking down, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"He was what?" Judas asked, raising an eyebrow.

Virgil gritted his teeth slightly. “How much were you... there? Do you know what was happening?”

"No... Not really... It's kind of a blur," he explained.

Virgil shifted uncomfortably, not meeting the other’s eyes. “He was choking me. I- I don’t know if he was trying to kill me or just doing it for fun, but he was saying how easily he could kill me and the others...”

Judas nodded, looking away, "He wasn't lying... He's actually much stronger than me."

“I know,” Virgil admitted under his breath, barely able to be heard. He rested his head against Judas’s chest, not wanting to see his reaction.

"Any bruising?" Judas mumbled, resting a hand on Virgil's head. The smaller flinched instantly, pulling away.

His eyes widened when he realized what he’d done. “I- yes,” he stuttered.

Judas startled, confused for only a moment before he chalked up Virgil's movement to nerves. He bent over to look at his neck. "Nothing too horrible... Should heal within a couple days." Virgil blinked slowly and took a deep breath to relax his breathing, nodding.

Judas moved to the kitchen slowly, beginning to clean the dishes; it had become a calming thing for him. "So how often is often then? In terms of a new schedule?"

Virgil sighed. “Uh... every other day maybe? Does that sound... good?” He ghosted his hand over the punctures.

The vampire nodded. "We can try that, sure."

“I- uh... did you get enough? With... from you?” Virgil stuttered.

"For now. Vampires feeding on themselves isn't completely unheard of, it at least does more than animal blood. Only done in times of desperation," he explained like he had said it a million times before.

Virgil snorted softly. “Thanks Wikipedia.” He finally smiled, relaxing some. “Tell me when you need it, okay?”

Judas chuckled, nodding as he finished the dishes and hung up the towel. "Right now though," he sighed, jerking his head toward his room, "wanna help me get my room back in order?"

“Sure.” Virgil tugged his sleeves as he followed Judas.

They opened the door to his room, which looked like a tornado had swept through it. Broken glass from the shattered window, everything on his desk on the floor, and his bed nearly flipped over.

“Fuck...” Virgil muttered, turning to the other with a frown. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He nodded, heading into the room, trying to get his bed back into place with a grunt. "He threw my chair into the window."

Virgil shuffled over to help, sliding it into place. “I should have stayed and helped,” he mumbled, crouching down to put things back on the other’s desk. His hand stilled over the switchblade, but he picked it up and placed it back on the desk.

Judas sighed, beginning to pick up the larger pieces of glass and throwing them in the trash. "Logan is gonna be pissed,” he laughed dryly.

“Oh shit.” Virgil pulled out his phone, seeing the swarm of messages and calls from the others. He quickly typed out a message to them: I’m okay. We’re both okay. It’s safe to come home now. He sighed, sliding it back into his pocket.

"You told them?" Judas asked, looking over at the other, sucking on his slightly cut finger.

Virgil huffed, looking over at him and frowning. “Stop picking up glass. And not exactly, I told them not to come home at the time. I just let them know it’s safe to now.”

He nodded. "I was only getting the large pieces, we need to vacuum to get the rest."

“I can go get it,” Virgil responded, picking his way out of the room and dragging the vacuum in from the closet. Judas took it from him and quickly got as much of the glass as he could.

He sighed, looking up at Virgil. "At least I was able to keep him in here."

“I went downstairs cause I figured he’d check my room first if he did come out.” Virgil grabbed the last few papers from the floor, setting them on the desk. He noted that one of them had a few drops of blood on it, and he gritted his teeth slightly. Judas glanced over and frowned, subconsciously pulling at his gloves before he neatened up the pile of papers, revealing scratches and cuts on the desk.

Virgil’s gaze pulled to them. “How did...”

"During the struggle," he explained simply, tracing the scratches with his fingers, glancing at the gashes from the knife. "His nails are sharper than mine... He's much more of an animal."

Virgil ran his thumb over a carving from a knife. “And that?” He raised his head to gingerly meet Judas’ gaze.

The other sighed. "Those are older, I'd cut into the desk when I got bored. Except for this one-" he tapped near one that had drops of dried blood around it- "Self explanatory."

Virgil swallowed, tugging his sleeves down subconsciously. He gently took Judas’s arm, looking at his hands. “And this? Was it just the one cut?”

He tensed, huffing out a breath. "At first, but he wanted more." He rolled up the sleeve of his other arm, biting his lip as he revealed two more, longer cuts.

Virgil’s eyes glazed over, sighing. “Come on.” He gently tugged Judas with him to the bathroom where he pulled out the gauze and bandages from where he had last put them. “You need to rinse them off in the sink. It’ll hurt some.”

Judas sighed, deciding that pulling off his shirt and cape would make things easier before turning on the water. "Speaking from experience?" he asked quietly.

Virgil didn’t look up from where he was unraveling the bandages. “Water stings when it gets in cuts,” he insisted, purposefully avoiding the question.

Judas sighed, nodding a little and letting the matter drop, sticking his arms under the water, hissing in pain. Virgil pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before grabbing a towel. After he deemed them clean enough, he turned off the faucet and very gently dabbed the other’s arms dry. He positioned the gauze over them. “Hold that there.”

The other held the gauze in place, sighing and rolling his head around, his neck cracking. "I'm glad he didn't get to you," he mumbled.

Virgil hummed, focusing as he wrapped the bandages quickly. He gently tucked it down and ran a thumb over them. “Okay, better.” He still didn’t lift his eyes, but instead moved to rest his head on the others chest, only to be met with skin. He blinked quickly, pulling back as his eyes focused again and face flushing.

Judas chuckled, laying his unbandaged arm across Virgil's back. "Why so red, love?" he teased. Though he was pale, he still had good muscle tone, just barely having a six pack. His arms curved slightly with muscle, shaping out his broad shoulders.

Virgil opened his mouth, before closing it again, not knowing what to say, deepening his blush. He let out a soft noise, almost like a whine. “This isn’t fair.”

Judas laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Why not?" he mocked playfully, stroking Virgil's wings.

The smaller broke out into a purr at the touch, before frowning slightly and whining. “You know whyyyy.”

He laughed, rolling his eyes. "Cause I'm teasing you?" he hummed, smirking.

Virgil flopped forward, hiding his face in the other’s chest. “Yes...” he whined, “This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

Judas smirked, moving his other arm, slower, but managing to lift Virgil up to meet his gaze. "Then what's a reward?" He smiled, his eyes sparkling.

Virgil pouted. “Loving me.” He let his hands reach out and grab onto Judas’ waist, thumbs running over the skin.

Judas shivered at his touch, cupping Virgil's face and pulling him into a passionate kiss, chuckling. Virgil rose up onto his toes, humming and smiling softly as he kissed back. After about ten seconds, Judas pulled away to breathe and for once he could actually feel his heart not only beating, but pounding as he smiled warmly at Virgil.

The other grinned slightly, resting his forehead against Judas’ and scanning his face. “I approve.”

Judas ran a hand through his hair; he was the one blushing now, and was he... sweating? He smiled softly, kissing his boyfriend again on the forehead. "I... Come on," he chuckled, taking Virgil's hand softly and leading him back toward his room. The other hummed, following after him as he pushed down his nervousness.

Judas tried to keep his head clear, but it was obvious he needed help. He closed the door behind Virgil, almost tackling him onto his bed, though lacking the roughness that Jakob had, and pressing his lips to his.

Virgil laughed breathlessly into the kiss, lifting his head to deepen it more. His heart was pounding, and he was slightly nervous, but mostly just... happy. He broke off the kiss for a moment. “If you don’t want the chance of them barging in when they get home, you better lock that door.”

Judas pulled back, nodding slightly and getting up, locking the door quickly before turning back to Virgil. "You've... never done anything like this, have you?" he asked quietly.

Virgil bit his lip, propping himself up on his elbows. “Not really, no,” he mumbled, forcing the memories out of his mind.

Judas nodded slowly, climbing onto the bed and kissing him gently. "I'll start slow then."

Virgil shivered slightly and nodded. He looked up at the other, scanning his face, before leaning up slightly to kiss his jaw as Judas smiled, beginning to undress Virgil slowly. Sliding off his jacket and shirt, tossing them to the floor, he trailed a hand down his chest, looking up at meet his eyes. "You're sure you want to do this?" he questioned gently.

Virgil’s breath stuttered at the touch before smiling softly. “Mhm. I- I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”

He chuckled, nodding and undoing Virgil's pants and pulling them down, biting his lip.

Virgil closed his eyes, flushing some in embarrassment, letting out a nervous laugh as Judas pulled down Virgil's underwear and running his fingers along his member gently, watching as Virgil gasped softly, his mouth pulling into an ‘O’ shape. He swallowed, blinking quickly as he processed. “That-” he flushed even more.

"Feels good?" Judas chuckled, taking it in his hand and stroking slowly, his own erection growing.

Virgil groaned, reaching out to lightly hit the other. “Don’t mock me.” He wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders, pulling him down to kiss at the side of his neck.

Judas chuckled, unzipping his own pants and pulling them down, beginning to stroke himself at the same time, picking up his pace on Virgil; the man’s eyes rolled back slightly, eyelids fluttering as he groaned. “J-Judas,” he gasped, loosening his grip to fall back onto the bed.

Judas moaned, chuckling and hissing a little, his eyes half open as he watched the other.

“Judas...” Virgil moaned, quivering. Suddenly his breath stuttered, and his sounds rising in pitch as he came, panting.

"V-Virgil..." Judas grunted, speeding up on himself and cumming a few seconds later, panting as Virgil watched him with half-lidded eyes, laughing softly. The smaller leaned up and pressed a sloppy kiss to his lips.

Judas chuckled, cupping his face with his clean hand, flushed and sweaty. "Did you like it?" he asked, smiling warmly.

Virgil hummed lazily. “Yes.” He pressed another kiss to his jaw. “Sorry I didn’t do much.”

Judas laid beside him, smiling softly. "It's fine love, you did great for your first time."

Virgil pressed himself against the other, relishing in the almost overwhelming warmth radiating from their bodies. He hummed again. “I love you, Judas.”

"I love you too," he laughed. He hugged him close, frowning slightly as he took note of the scars on Virgil's arms, but deciding to leave it until after they had rested.

The pair fell asleep quickly to the sound of each other's breathing and heartbeats, Judas finally sleeping soundly.

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Shattered Minds Chapter Six: Versus

You guys really aren’t ready, but here you go. Please read the trigger warnings and do not read if you worry it may effect you, this chapter is fairly graphic.

(Written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19)

Trigger Warnings: Rape, Death Threat, Vomiting, Hunger/Starvation, Scars, Blood, Violence

Virgil yelped, attempting to scramble up before Jakob came over, but barely made it to the other side of the bed before his body gave out. “Please don’t,” he sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad I’m sorry.”

Jakob followed, pressing Virgil against the wall and looking more like a predator hunting prey. He smirked, eyes dark and threatening, and as he settled closer Virgil could feel a bulge down near his waist. “Apologizing won't do you any good,” he growled.

Virgil swallowed deeply, refusing to meet his gaze as his breathing picked up even more. “D-don’t. I’ll tell him. I won’t hide it this time, I’ll tell him.”

"Will you now?" he chuckled darkly, shifting his weight and using his wings to block any way of Virgil escaping. "If you help me-" he pressed his waist against Virgil's side- "I'll give him back, but you can't tell him anything, or I'll kill you," he growled lowly.

Virgil dragged breaths in and out shakily, realizing after a few moments he had no real choice, tears beginning to slip out.

"Well?" Jakob smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not going to fuck you, just a blowjob should be enough," he laughed.

Virgil fought the urge to gag even at the thought. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it, whimpering softly and nodding.

Jakob smirked. "Good boy.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles with his underwear, his erection springing up immediately. "You better be good," he growled.

Virgil looked between the bed and the floor, his vision swimming with dizziness and tears, before the vampire huffed, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him him to kneel. He settled in front of him, deciding to be nice and letting go of his head, holding his erection with the other. "Suck," he commanded.

Virgil whimpered, sucking in a shaky breath before doing what he was told despite never having done it before, just desperately hoping that it would be enough for Jakob to leave him alone.

"Ah… fuck," he moaned, chuckling. Almost immediately thrusting into his mouth, Jakob grunted, returning both of his hands to the back of Virgil head as the smaller gagged, unable to move. More tears came down his face as he licked around him, not sure what else he could do, but Jakob grunted, laughing. "You're great at this!" He continued to thrust slowly at first, but picking up speed quickly.

Virgil’s chest was heaving, unable to get proper air, and his throat tightened in an attempt to gag. He whimpered painfully around him, continuing as he was told until Jakob soon began to pant, his grunts sounding more like an animal’s as he screamed, cumming down his throat.

Virgil desperately tried to pull away, being forced to swallow as his throat convulsed in coughs. He whined, shoving pathetically at Jakob’s legs to try and push away, but had no strength left.

He chuckled as he pulled out, pulling his pants back up but leaving then unbuttoned so he could clean up. "Great job kid. I'll go clean up and you'll have him back... But not a word of this to him," he growled, his eyes flashing as he turned to go to the bathroom down the hall.

Virgil coughed and sputtered, revolting at the taste in his mouth. He weakly scooted to curl himself into a ball against the wall and the nightstand. Tears soaked through his pants as he held his face to his knees, choking out sobs.

After about ten minutes, Judas came back through the door, frowning and kneeling in front of the other. "Virgil? What's wrong, love? What did he do this time?" he asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Virgil flinched, squeezing himself even tighter and shaking his head, managing to make himself even more dizzy. He whimpered softly, reaching up to hover over the fresh punctures.

Judas cursed under his breath, reaching for the water on the nightstand. "How much did he take?"

Virgil let out groan, heart beating rapidly in his chest as he subtly pulled away. “Too much,” he mumbled.

He sighed, handing him the open water bottle. "I'll give you enough time to recover completely then, I don't-" he cut off, pulling his knees up to his chest. "I don't want to kill you," he mumbled into his knees.

Virgil took a small sip of the water before his body heaved, his stomach too upset to handle it. He shakily set it down. “You’re gonna need to feed...” he mumbled, leaning against the nightstand to keep himself upright.

"You're going to be sick," Judas frowned, grabbing the trash can next to Virgil's bed and handing it to him. "I'll manage while you're recovering, there's always animals."

Virgil shook his head, knowing full well what else was in his stomach that would come up, “‘M fine.” His body shakily relaxed, his energy from adrenaline wearing off.

"No, your not... If you can't even keep water down then your going to need to get whatever's in there out," he shuddered. "And I'll need to step out... I can't handle vomit."

“Mmm it’s just exhaustion,” Virgil hummed weakly, hoping it was a good enough excuse.

"You need to get rehydrated though," he countered, shifting to kneel next to him.

Virgil whined softly, pulling away slightly. “Okay, okay, go then,” he sighed, still keeping his eyes closed.

Judas nodded, hurrying out and shutting the door behind him, trying to get as far away from the door as he could while staying near the bedroom.

Virgil shifted his weight just enough to be able to lean over the trash can before his stomach heaved again, and this time he let it come back up. He hissed sharply at the pain in his already abused throat, but kept coughing until his stomach had settled down. It took a few tries, but he tied closed the trash bag with shaky hands. “Judas,” he croaked, picking the water bottle back up and sipping from it.

The other opened the door hesitantly, frowning at his pale face and kneeling beside him. "Feeling better?" he asked hesitantly, trying to keep himself from gagging, his enhanced sense of smell not helping the situation at all.

Virgil nodded faintly, taking another sip of water but dropping the bottle as he went to set it down, his head falling against the nightstand and body slumping as he finally passed out.

Judas winced, first checking for any injuries before picking Virgil up and laying him in bed. He looked toward the trash can, frowning. He'd need to take care of that. Sighing, picking up the bag and barely managed to run it to the trash can outside before gagging himself, vomiting then and there in the yard. It was a sickly bright red, and burned like fire coming back up, but he hurried back inside before the neighbors saw him. Letting out a shaky breath, he headed back up to Virgil's room, glancing inside before deciding to nap in his own room, not wanting to wake the other with his nightmares. He flopped onto his bed, out within seconds.

*****

Judas sighed, slipping through the back door a few days later, still hungry, but at least he wasn't starving. He didn't have the heart to ask the others for help after everything that had happened. He plopped onto the couch heavily, running a hand through his hair.

Virgil padded softly down the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was finally starting to get over feeling constantly dizzy, so Logan had urged him to make sure to get up and walk around some. As soon as it was in sight, Virgil threw a glance into the living room as always to see if someone was there. He paused slightly when he saw Judas, but continued down. “Hi, love,” he murmured.

Looking behind him, he smiled back weakly. "Hey Virgil, glad to see you're up and moving," he chuckled.

“Glad to see you home,” he responded, making his way to the couch and settling down on it with his feet tucked underneath him. “How are you holding up?”

"Surviving, just barely," he sighed, not looking at Virgil as he put a hand on his growling stomach. "And what about you?"

Virgil frowned. “Getting better. I would offer but...” he crossed his arms over his stomach, trailing off. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not good for you to be feeding like this.”

Judas sighed, waving a hand. "It's fine, I'll live."

Virgil chewed his lip. “Is it okay if I hug you right now? I don’t want it to set you off, I can’t risk it..”

Judas chuckled, smiling gently and opening an arm toward him. "Go ahead."

Virgil quickly scooted over, tucking himself against the other and wrapping his arms around Judas’ waist. He hummed softly, trying to calm his beating heart. He was all too aware of the fact that, partially, he was hugging Jakob too. Being that close to the alter terrified him.

Judas sighed happily, trying to ignore Virgil's heartbeat in his ears, wrapping his arm around Virgil's shoulders. He tried to ignore Jakob's influence in the back of his head, telling him to ignore consent and rip into the meal next to him.

Virgil felt the other tense and lifted his head to press a soft kiss against Judas’ cheek. “I’m proud of you,” he murmured.

"Why?" he asked, frowning and finally looking over at him with a raised eyebrow.

Virgil met his gaze, eyes softening. “I know it’s hard. And I know you’re trying.”

He nodded slowly, sighing and looking down at his feet, mostly just to avoid seeing Virgil's neck. "I know you don't understand, so I won't even bother explaining."

Virgil frowned slightly. “I can try, if you want to talk about it.” He shifted away, standing up. “I’m getting water, do you want anything?”

“Tea, please." He shifted awkwardly, sitting up straighter.

Virgil hummed in acknowledgment, padding into the kitchen and preparing the tea as he got his water. After a few minutes he came back over, holding out Judas’ mug, which he took, nodding a thank you to him before taking a sip of the tea.

Virgil sat down next to him, close but not leaning on him to make it easier for the other to control. “Do you... want to talk about it? Not trying to push you, but just offering.”

Judas sighed, setting the cup on the table. "It's.... complicated." He ran a hand through his hair.

Virgil pulled his knees to his chest, resting his head on them gently. “You don’t have to, but I’m happy to listen.”

"It's like... well..." he fought to find the right words. "I can hear everybody's heart, and that can get a little overwhelming when all of us are home, and being constantly hungry doesn't help. The animals don't do much," he admitted.

Virgil chewed his lip, leaning away unconsciously. “I-If you’re forced to get something else... I don’t know. Maybe you could find a way to slip a blood bag from a hospital? Like the ones they use for transplants?” He fiddled with his sleeve - the cuts had healed, but had left scars across his skin, his hoodie now a staple of his outfit. “I dunno, but it’s better than attacking someone if you can pull it off.”

"I wouldn't be able to make it, I've tried." He tapped the back of his neck to show a large scar. "Didn't end well."

Virgil sighed. “Just... be careful please. I don’t want you hurt. Maybe... maybe if- if you absolutely needed it I could let you take just a little?” His voice quivered as he spoke uneasily.

"No," Judas insisted, before clearing his throat to maintain composure. "I don't want to risk losing control and killing you. I'll survive on animals for now."

Virgil let out the breath he was holding. “Okay...” He scanned over Judas with soft eyes, as the other shifted, looking down at his hands for a moment and tugging on his gloves.

"I'm honestly too scared to ask any of the others; Logan doesn't trust me, Patton I'm sure would refuse, and Roman, well... he and I never really got along." He winced, crossing his arms over his stomach as it growled loudly.

Virgil glanced over, shrinking away a tiny bit. “Yeah...” He sighed. “Just give me a few more days. I’m trying to eat and drink a lot, to make up for it.”

Judas nodded slightly, standing and grabbing the teacup and finishing what was left before going to rinse it in the sink. "I'm... going out again," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's dangerous for me to be here."

Virgil nodded, almost moving to hug the other but stopping himself. “I love you, be safe please.”

He nodded, not looking away from the door before heading out for the third time that day. Luckily nobody had noticed how often he left or where he went over the course of the past few days. He took a deep breath before running back out into the forest.

*****

After almost an hour of sitting in his bed, Virgil had sent Judas a text, telling him he was recovered enough for him to feed. He partially hated to. He felt much better than he had since… since Judas came back. He chose to ignore the fact that he hadn’t realized its impact on his health and restfulness, resigned to help. They had agreed to go to Judas’ room, since it was more separated. Now, he paced his own room, worrying his sleeves as he tried to even out his breathing. Taking in a deep breath, he headed out the door, walking to the other’s and knocking before he could psych himself out.

"It's open," Judas called, sighing and standing from the chair in front of his desk.

Virgil slipped inside, locking the door behind him. He met the other’s gaze with a slight smile. “Hey.”

He smiled back. "And you're sure you're ready?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

Virgil sighed. “I think so. I feel a lot better, I don’t get dizzy now.”

Judas nodded, taking Virgil's wrist gently. "Your pulse and heartbeat sound fine." He lead Virgil over to his bed, sitting down.

Virgil took a shaky breath, nodding. “Just please be careful,” he muttered, gaze dropping to the ground.

"I promise, I'll be careful." He patted the seat next to him and fighting back Jakob's laughter echoing in through head.

Virgil sat down, tugging at his sleeves. It had become a nervous habit even more than before, now that he had something to hide. He rested his forehead on Judas’ shoulder for a few moments, grounding himself, before looking up at him. “Okay.”

Judas took a deep breath, but just before he pierced skin he froze, Jakob's laughter filling the room as he straightened up, standing and turning the snake portion of his face towards Virgil. "Hey there ,kid," he chuckled.

Virgil’s breathing stuttered for a moment. “Jakob,” he acknowledged softly, shifting his gaze to the floor as his vision swam.

The alter nodded, smirking and crossing his arms. "What? You thought I wouldn't show up again?"

Virgil shook his head, his movements small. “I figured you would,” he murmured. “If you take too much I’m gonna be forced to stop again, and then you won’t have proper meals for even longer.” He met the other’s gaze for a moment, trying to have some sense of control.

Jakob chuckled, stalking back over and putting his hands on Virgil's knees, getting too close to his face and baring his fangs. "Then I'll just kill you and the rest of them, move, and continue," he threatened, squeezing Virgil's knees hard enough to bruise.

Virgil flinched and looked away, leaning back slightly. “Making things harder for you. I’m an easier option, and I let you do what you want.”

"I'm a lot stronger than them kid," he laughed, straightening up before snapping his hand toward Virgil's neck, grabbing him and lifting him from the bed. "Oh yeah... This'll be fun," he smirked as Virgil let out a cry of pain, writhing in an attempt to get away.

Suddenly, Jakob winced, putting his other hand to his head. Another voice came from his mouth. "Leave him alone! Don't you [dare] hurt him!" Judas shouted, forcing his hand to drop Virgil.

"And why not? He's nothing more than a meal to us!" Jakob retorted, growling as Virgil hit the mattress, gasping for breath as he curled on himself, looking up at the other.

He dropped to his knees, screaming in two voices at once, turning to Virgil with both worry and predatory hunger. "Get out of here! I'll kill you!" he screamed, voice echoing in two voices at once: the first sentence full of concern, the next seething hatred.

Virgil’s eyes widened, scrambling off the bed. “J-Judas...”

"Go!" He lunged forward, attempting to grab Virgil's leg.

Virgil yelped, jumping back and bolting out of the room, thankful that the others were gone. He stalled at the top of the stairs, unsure if he should leave or just lock himself in his room, but silently raced down the stairs when he heard growls on the other side of the door. He slipped into the guest room, curling up on the floor between the bed and the window, making sure to open the locks on the frame should he need to run. He slid his phone out, sending a text to the other three: Do NOT come home right now.

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Shattered Minds Chapter Five: Combating Jakob

Chapter five! Virgil does not deserve anything that happens to him.

(Written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19)

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Violence

Judas took a deep breath, heading up the stairs and past Roman's room. He could hear him singing along to song from Pocahontas… clearly his voice was fine. He sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head before continuing down the hall and around the corner. Hesitating slightly, he knocked on Logan's door.

“Come in.”

He opened the door partially, peeking his head inside before walking into the room. "Hello, Logan."

The other glanced over, setting his book down and turning in his chair. “Ah, hello Deceit. How can I help you?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair and sitting on Logan's bed "I... I was hoping you could help with this... personality issue? Is that what you called it?"

Logan nodded, settling back in his chair. “I was doing research: Dissociative Identity Disorder, it used to be referred to as Multiple Personality Disorder, which is what Virgil called it. It changed recently.”

Judas nodded. "And is there a way to treat it? Or better yet cure it?” he asked, trying his best not to get too hopeful.

Logan sighed. ”As of current, there is not a cure. Long term, psychological therapy is recommended. It most commonly arises from abuse or trauma in childhood, so talking with a therapist or psychologist is the most recommended,” he gave Judas a slight glance as he said that, “however, short term, it’s good to be able to recognize and react to whatever triggers the shift; in terms of your situation, the almost “possession” like reaction of your alter.”

Although he was slightly confused with the terms Logan used, he understood what he was trying to say. "Yeah... I've noticed that he'll take over when I'm vulnerable, like when I'm feeding, and sometimes I get irrationally angry or frustrated, and he shows up again," he sighed, wings drooping a little.

Logan nodded. “In that case, it would be best to isolate those situations, stay aware of when they might occur.” He scanned his eyes over the other. “However much I do not think it’s safe for Virgil to be your food source, I cannot dictate his or your actions. However, I highly recommend staying aware of your mental state before, during, and after feeding, to prevent any unnecessary conflict.”

Judas nodded slightly. "Right, I've been keeping track, and as long as I'm not interrupted I don't think he'll show up."

Logan sighed. “Well then that’s good. Despite my research into the subject, I still heavily recommend that you go see a psychologist regarding this, especially if it puts Virgil’s health at risk. I’m more than happy to provide assistance, but DID is a complicated disorder, and I don’t claim to be an expert.”

He nodded again, standing and running a hand through his hair. "Thanks for the help," Judas said.

“Of course. Take care of yourself, and let me know if I can provide any more assistance.”

"Sure." He turned to leave, just reaching the door as he froze, stiffening, before chuckling and looking over his left shoulder at Logan, a smirk on the snake like half of his face. "You think I couldn't hear you?" Jakob sneered, his voice echoing.

Logan’s wings fluffed up instantly as his face darkened. “Hardly. I am aware that alters are knowledgeable of the events going on in their host’s lives. That still does not change anything.”

Turning fully around, crossing his arms. "And how are you so sure he's not the alternate one?" Jakob questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Hosts mostly do not have control of their alters without said alter’s permission, while alters are often able to take over, as you just did.” Logan stood up, letting his wings expand some to take up space.

"Ooohhh, you think you're so scary don't you?" Jakob rolled his eyes, letting his arms drop to his sides in fists.

Logan crossed his arms. “I hardly see myself sitting idly by while you obviously attempt to intimidate me.”

He huffed, his fists tightening. "I could easily snap your neck if I wanted," he growled, taking a step closer.

“Do you suppose you could get away with that so simply?” Logan set his jaw, standing his ground. “I’m hardly weak, and all it takes me shouting to have the others here in an instant. Four against one.” He sighed slightly. “I have no wish to fight with you.”

Jakob paused, glaring now. "And you think I couldn't shut you up?" he growled, cracking his knuckles.

“Maybe. Likely not before I could get a sound out.” Logan uncrossed his arms, tensed slightly.

"You're scared," he chuckled, rolling his head around to crack his neck.

“I’m prepared, should you really think-”

He was cut off as Virgil opened the door, very obviously on edge. “Jakob,” he said firmly but quietly.

The vampire whipped around, glaring and hissing at Virgil. "Why are you here?"

He met Jakob’s eyes for a brief second before looking away. “He hasn’t done anything, leave him alone.”

Jakob sighed in frustration. "Fine then, I suppose I have some type of moral compass... but I'm leaving him alone because I can guarantee hurting him will get us kicked out," he smirked, not only meaning himself and Virgil, but both himself and Judas.

Virgil chewed his lip, nodding. He met Logan’s gaze, desperately trying to keep him from saying anything or stepping in, but quickly dropped it, not wanting to anger Jakob even more as the alter sighed.

"Well since all sense of tension is gone," he looked between the two, "I might as well give you him back." He chuckled, blinking before falling to the floor on his hands and knees.

Virgil let out the breath he was holding, lunging forward and kneeling beside him. “Judas? Are you okay?”

He panted softly, shaking his head to try and clear it. "Y-yeah... I think so." He looked between the two others in the room, sitting back on his heels. "What... happened?"

Virgil ran his fingers through the other’s hair softly, looking expectantly at Logan, who blinked quickly, seeming to come to. “I- uh... Right as you were about to leave he took over, asking if I genuinely thought that he could not hear our conversation. And then proceeded to threaten me until Virgil came in.”

Virgil nodded. “I said that Logan hadn’t done anything and to leave him alone.”

"And he did," Judas concluded, nodding and putting a hand to his head with a wince. "My head is pounding," he frowned.

Virgil looked at Logan, who shook his head, confused. “Let’s get you some water, okay? I have some in my room.”

Judas nodded, standing slowly and carefully, using the wall for help and following the other out and back to his room. Virgil immediately went over to his night stand, taking a bottle of water and handing it to him. “Do you think you’ll be okay?”

"Ah... yeah I think so." He opened the bottle and took a drink. "It's probably just dehydration."

Virgil scanned over him, clearly not buying it, but not having any other suggestions. He sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him, and Judas took the seat.

"Maybe I should just leave again," he mumbled, his wings sagging.

Virgil’s expression sadden, immediately pulling him into his arms. “It’s just handling it, love. We need to work through that. Did Logan recommend anything?”

"Therapy," Judas grunted in response, "Keeping track of what makes him show up."

“Then we’ll try that, yeah?” He tried to meet the other’s eyes, brushing through his hair. “I’m not just giving up on you.”

He smiled slightly, feeling his face heat up at Virgil's touch. “Even if it would help... I'd rather avoid therapy." He put his hand on Virgil's.

Virgil frowned some. “Why? It could solve this...”

"I know that, it's just… I hate talking to people," he confessed, looking away and taking another sip of water.

Virgil bit his lip. “Well... I understand that. But if he’s threatening people...” he trailed off, knowing full well he was doing more than simply threatening. “Just don’t completely turn down the idea yet, okay? We’ll see how it goes.”

Judas nodded slightly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "How many has he threatened here?" he asked quietly.

Virgil shook his head at the other’s worry. “Just me and Logan now. I promise.”

The vampire ran a hand through his hair, blowing out a breath. "Alright... OK. Nothing physical?"

Virgil blinked, shaking his head. “He’s pushed me around before. And... the feeding I guess, but,” he shrugged.

"But?" Judas questioned, raising an eyebrow and looking over at Virgil.

“Just saying that that’s all. Nothing but that stuff.” Virgil stroked the side of his face, trying to get him to relax.

He smiled slightly, releasing the tension in his shoulders that he didn't know he was holding. "I'm glad I've got someone like you here."

Virgil smiled softly. “Well I don’t plan on leaving, love. Don’t worry about that.”

He sighed, hugging Virgil softly. "Thank you."

Virgil tucked the other against himself, wrapping his arms around him and rubbing his back. “Of course.”

*****

Virgil sat down on the couch, feet tucked underneath him, and handed Judas one of the cups in his hand. “What do you want to watch? We could blast an action movie like a movie theater,” he suggested. All of the others had gone out for various reasons, none planning on being back soon.

Judas laughed, sitting beside him and taking the cup, crossing his legs. "Actually, have you seen The Greatest Showman? It's one of my favorites."

Virgil grinned. “I haven’t yet, but I’ve been wanting to see it and totally legally obtained it,” he quipped, clicking to the downloaded copy.

Judas snorted, rolling his eyes. "Fair warning, it's a musical... And I miiiight know all the songs," he laughed, "I'll be Roman for a while."

Virgil grinned. “I know. Go for it, I want to hear you sing.” He reached out and poked Judas’ cheek teasingly.

He blushed, bunching his shoulders as his wings fluffed up, "Well now I won't," he countered.

“Noooo,” Virgil whined, collapsing on top him. “That’s not fair.”

"Gah!" Judas exclaimed with a smirk, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine... Just play it," he chuckled.

Virgil laughed, sticking out his tongue at the other, before sitting up and grabbing the remote again to play the movie. He lounged back against him, tucking his wings over the back of the couch as Judas sighed softly, smirking down at the man he loved, and humming along with the opening song.

“The way they’re doing this is really cool,” Virgil muttered, eyes trained on the screen. “And the music is like… chilling.”

Judas laughed. "I know! I love this one! All the songs are pretty great though, and… there's some love songs," he chuckled.

Virgil smiled softly, watching as the movie went on. He laughed along with the children, and flinched when the man slapping the boy, a sneer crossing his face. Judas sighed, wincing at the same moment and squeezing Virgil's hand. "One of the worst parts," he mumbled.

“It’s stupid,” Virgil grumbled.

His eyes lit up again as the next song began, leaning forward slightly to enjoy the kids running around the old house as Judas mouthed along with the words, chuckling when P.T. scared Charity, soon singing along quietly.

Virgil glanced at him for a moment and smiled faintly, trying not to make it obvious but mostly listening to the other’s singing. Eventually Judas relaxed, purposefully keeping his voice low so he could hear the original, and grinning when P.T. proposed.

Virgil’s smile grew when the two girls showed up.

"They're adorable." Judas laughed.

When the song “Rewrite the Stars” began he sang along with it, watching as Virgil glanced over at the other with a soft smile, yet at the same time almost sad at the two characters saying they couldn’t be together. He bit it lip gently, turning back to watch the scene.

Once the movie ended, Judas stood and stretched. He had made popcorn during the downtime in the movie and started cleaning the bowl and cups. "So? What did you think?" He glanced over at Virgil, smiling at the other’s grin.

“It was really good. They portrayed everything so well?”

He nodded in agreement, drying the dishes and putting them away. "Don't let Roman know you have it though, or you'll be hearing the songs for weeks," he laughed.

Virgil snorted. “He’ll probably be hearing [me] singing the songs for weeks.”

"Well there's something I never thought I'd hear from you" Judas chuckled. "What happened to 'I don't sing,' hmm?" he smirked.

Virgil made a face at him. “They’re good songs.”

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. "As opposed to?"

“I dunno, whatever Roman sings,” Virgil replied as he splayed out on the couch, letting his wings stretch out, almost knocking something off the coffee table. Judas shook his head lightly, smirking and moving the things on the table out of the way before sitting at the other’s feet with a sigh.

"This is nice."

Virgil scooted closer and draping his feet in the other’s lap, eyeing him with a mischievous grin to which Judas rolled his eyes, resting his hands him. “Yep. I’m glad you recommended it.”

“I’m glad you liked it-"

He paused, frowning and blinking before letting out a sigh of annoyance and frustration. "Ugh, gag... I'm so done with this lovey-dovey shit," Jakob chuckled darkly, tightening a grip on Virgil's ankle.

Virgil immediately propped himself up on his elbows, trying to pull his legs away. “I didn’t even do anything,” he pleaded warily.

Jakob laughed. "You think that'll work?” He yanked Virgil closer to him, hissing as he grabbed his wrist over the mostly healed cuts, making the other wince.

“What did I do? I’m sorry,” he rushed out, panicked.

"Nothing, yet," Jakob smirked, pulling Virgil into a sitting position and staring at him. "Just wanted to inject a little excitement."

Virgil lowered his eyes, trying to pull away. “Please don’t, not now, please.”

"What? He was going to feed tomorrow anyway," Jakob chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing as he examined Virgil's neck.

Virgil whimpered in fear but jammed his knee into the other’s side, beating his wings as he tried to get away.

Jakob grunted at the sudden assault, growling and hissing before pinning Virgil to the couch, holding him by the shoulders with his knees digging into his legs. "Don't you fucking dare try that again.”

Virgil shrunk back instantly, eyes lowered as he grit his teeth against the pain. “I’m sorry...” he breathed.

The vampire huffed. "I was going to make this less painful than last time, but not anymore," he growled, sinking his fangs deep into Virgil's neck who let out a choked cry. He writhed against the other, muttering a chain of pleas only to be met with an animalistic growl, Jakob forcing him to stay still as he fed.

Virgil whined, letting his head fall back and his eyes close to stop the room from spinning. “Please...” he whimpered.

Jakob glanced at the clock, pulling away after another 30 seconds or so, having fed a full minute more than Judas usually did. He sighed, wiping the blood from his mouth before licking it from his hand.

Virgil groaned, both in relief and pain, swallowing harshly and barely able to focus. He had gone mostly slack against the couch, quivering slightly.

With a glance down at him, Jakob chuckled, licking the wounds clean, not wanting him to lose any more blood. He sighed, stretching and getting up, before grabbing Virgil by the arm, deciding that taking him by the hair might leave some missing and be too obvious. "Come on, let's head up to your room," he smirked, dragging him toward the stairs.

Virgil whimpered, stumbling as he tried to stand but his legs were too weak. He let out a hiss of pain. “Stop, stop, stop, please stop...”

"Why should I?" Jakob glanced back at Virgil, a cruel smirk on his face as he forced Virgil up the stairs, the smaller crying out as he sharply hit the steps.

“It hurts,” he shouted, “please.”

Jakob just laughed, ignoring him as he opened the door and tossed Virgil onto the bed harshly, locking the door behind him.

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Shattered Minds Chapter Four: The Deceiver is Deceived

Here’s chapter four! (We’re sorry we’re not sorry.)

(Written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19)

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Violence, Knives, Cutting

Virgil pulled his shaking form closer to himself. Roman had ended up in a car accident on the way back home from rehearsal, luckily not hurt beyond a few cuts and bruises, but Virgil had been on call with him when it happened. He couldn’t get it out of his mind. “He could have gotten hurt and it would have been all my fault I was distracting him,” he gasped.

"Virgil," Judas sighed, kneeling beside him and rubbing his back gently between his wings. "We all know Roman is OK, barring a few bruises, he'll be fine."

“But what if he wasn’t?” the smaller whimpered. “He could have died, Judas. He could have been dead.” He flinched, Roman’s shout echoing in his head.

"It wasn't a bad accident," he sighed, his free hand twitching a little."And it wasn't even your fault, the other driver was drunk."

“Roman could have maybe swerved if I hadn’t been distracting him.” Virgil’s fingers scratched against his jeans, his foot bouncing in an attempt to get some of the tension out of his body.

"He had his phone on a mount, and it's not like talking distracts him." Judas’ wings fluttered slightly.

“It can. You- you focus on the words you’re saying and what you’re hearing instead of everything around you. And- and it can block out sounds some... if the driver was driving faster or screeched his tires some Roman might have been able to hear.” Virgil’s wings rustled nervously as he spoke.

"Remember your breathing, 4-7-8." Judas frowned, moving to pet the other's wings. Why was he getting angry?

Virgil grumbled, annoyed despite knowing the other was right. He attempted to force his breathing, getting more upset when he couldn’t keep it steady. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m being stupid this is stupid I just I keep hearing him and he could have died and it’s my fault.”

The taller let out a growl, glaring and suddenly pulling back with a chuckle. "You're right Virgil, it was totally your fault," he taunted, his voice now lower and echoing.

Virgil stiffened. “Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, pulling back farther away from the other, trying to control his shaking.

"What? Scared?" Judas’ form hissed, glaring and standing. "You should be."

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet, I’ll leave you alone...” Virgil pleaded softly, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice.

"Too late," he growled, reaching for the pocket knife on Virgil's desk. "You need to be taught a lesson." He flipped the blade out, stalking back towards Virgil.

Virgil’s head shot up, eyes widening when he saw the blade. He quickly scrambled backwards. “Nonononono I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was making you angry, I’m sorry, please I’ll stop.”

Not even flinching, he grabbed Virgil's arm tightly enough for to bruise, taking the blade and drawing it across his forearm, chuckling.

Virgil whimpered, hissing at the pain and trying to pull away. “Stop, please stop, please, I’m sorry.”

"Sorry doesn't cut it." He smirked at Virgil, flashing his fangs and reveling in Virgil's pain, making another cut on the side of his arm. The smaller cried out softly, trying desperately not to make enough noise to draw the others in, but used his other arm and legs to try and fight the other away.

The vampire forced him up against the wall, making identical cuts in his other arm, not life threatening but enough to draw blood. "Quiet," he hissed, glaring. "Don't want the others hearing."

Virgil whined as he wings were crushed against the wall. “Please, I’m sorry please...” he cried softly, his head spinning and heart pounding in panic. A few tears slipped down his face, still struggling weakly against the other.

He chuckled, rolling his head around to crack his neck. "I would just feed on these cuts, but then they'd heal," he commented nonchalantly, drawing his tongue across the blade. "Alright, I think you've had enough for now."

Virgil looked down, tears falling freely down his face now, trying very hard not to bare either side of his neck to the other. He fought to stop from hyperventilating, only succeeding in barely breathing.

He flipped the blade back into the handle, chuckling. "I'm not even hungry, Virgil," he mocked. "And I suppose you want Judas back, right?"

Virgil swallowed harshly, pulling his sleeves down and refusing to meet the other’s eyes. “Put- I- can you please put the knife down first? He doesn’t need to know.” Virgil shrunk back as much as possible, afraid of asking.

"Just be careful you don't bleed out," he warned, setting the knife back on the dresser before blinking a few times, his eyes softening.

"Dammit," Judas cursed under his breath. "Did he hurt you? Did he feed? Are you OK?" He fired off question after question, frowning.

Virgil shook his head, pressing himself into the corner of the room. “No he- he didn’t. Just scared me.” His body quaked, and he felt his stomach tighten. He scrambled out the door and to the bathroom across the hall, quickly locking the door behind him before crouching down beside the toilet to throw up. Judas followed quickly behind him, frowning on the other side of the door and wincing at the sounds he heard, trying not to gag himself. Despite his nature, he didn't have the strongest stomach.

Virgil sat back for a moment, chest heaving, before he remembered the cuts on his arms. He quickly pulled up his sleeves, cringing at the angry red lines and the blood. He’d never been more thankful that his hoodie was black. Turning on the sink, he bit down harshly on his lip to stop from crying out as he ran the cuts under the tap, turning the water red.

"Virgil? Are you sure you're OK?" He frowned, knocking on the door.

Virgil gasped slightly, shutting off the faucet. “‘M okay, water...” he called, eyes searching before he reached for a towel. His hand stalled on the fabric, realizing he’d be getting blood on it, and instead tore off some toilet paper, using it to pat his arms dry, the blood already welling back up. He cursed, digging in the cabinet and pulling out some gauze and bandages. He let the faucet run again, trying to make Judas think he was getting more water, as he placed the gauze and wrapped his arms as quickly as he could with his shaking hands. He scrambled to put the supplies away, quietly shutting the cabinet before turning off the faucet, tugging his sleeves down, and opening the door. He wouldn’t meet the other’s eyes, knowing full well he was shaking beyond control and extremely pale, tears dried on his face.

Judas sighed, carefully reaching out a hand toward Virgil's face, running his thumb along his cheek. "You were crying..." He sighed. "What did he do?"

Virgil stumbled forward, burying his head against the other’s chest and trying to match his breathing. “Threatened me... too much on top of... panicking.” Virgil shut his eyes, focusing on Judas in an attempt to calm down.

Judas immediately switched his breathing to the 4-7-8 technique to help the other. "It's alright, he's gone, you're safe," he mumbled, kissing the top of Virgil's head and stroking between his wings.

Virgil whimpered softly. “My room?” he asked carefully, not wanting to lift his head.

The other nodded, leading Virgil back to his room, sitting down on the edge of Virgil's bed with a sigh.

Virgil pulled his legs up to his chest, holding his arms between them instead of hugging his legs. He curled against the other, wings draping partially around them. “‘M sorry for getting so worked up,” he mumbled.

"No, you don't need to apologize," he frowned, running a hand through his hair and fixing his gloves.

Virgil didn’t respond, keeping his eyes closed to listen to Judas’ breathing. “Roman’s okay, right?” he asked softly. His body was slowly relaxing, exhausted.

"Yes, Roman's fine and should be back to singing Disney songs late into the night soon," he chuckled.

Virgil let out a breath of laughter. “What time is it?”

Judas sighed, looking over at the clock. "Almost noon."

“Mm.” Virgil nuzzled underneath the other’s chin. “Too early to sleep?”

Judas chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You sleep too much, how about we grab some lunch? I think Patton still has some leftover pasta in the fridge.”

Virgil huffed as he blinked open his eyes. “Mmm, okay.” He got up, tugging his sleeves down to be safe, before looking at the other expectantly. Judas followed, taking note of the movement, but deciding to leave that question for now given what just happened.

Virgil headed downstairs, throwing a glance into the living room to see if anyone was there, then went into the kitchen, finding and pulling out the leftovers. “Do- do you want some? I can make it.” His voice quivered slightly, which he mentally cursed.

Judas frowned, raising an eyebrow but nodded. "Sure..." he said leaning against the counter.

Virgil busied himself with pulling out bowls, scooping the pasta into them and shoving them in the microwave. He bit his lip as he tried to get used to the pull the movements made against the cuts, attempting (somewhat poorly) to keep from being stiff.

"Are you sure you're OK?" Judas asked, raising an eyebrow and looking over at him. "You seem tense."

Virgil nodded. “Still relaxing, sorry.” He worried his lip, blinking back into focus when the timer went off. He pulled out the bowls and set one in front of Judas and the other at the seat beside him, grabbing forks from the drawer for them before sitting down.

Judas sat, taking the fork and nodding a thank you, smiling softly. "I'll probably need to feed tomorrow."

Virgil stiffened slightly at the thought, but hummed in acknowledgment, slowly starting to eat. “Thank you for helping.”

Judas nodded. "Stress doesn't help me either, trust me," he sighed.

Virgil cocked his head slightly, confused. “What do you mean?”

"Ah...well,” he frowned. "Long story short it makes me hungrier, and with him back, well..."

“Oh,” Virgil mumbled, turning to stare at his food as he took another bite. “We’ll just be careful then...”

The vampire nodded. "I'll watch the clock, and you can tap me as a warning if you think you'll pass out." He took another bite. "His name's Jakob by the way,” he sighed, “Or at least that's what I call him."

Virgil nodded slowly, running the name over and over in his mind. “Its sorta similar, but not really.”

"Exactly why I picked it," he smirked. "Two separate people inhabiting one body."

“He’s... different for sure.” Virgil shifted uncomfortably in his seat, tugging his sleeves down again.

Judas eyed the action suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. "Cold?"

Virgil hummed. “A little. It’s a comfort thing too,” he shrugged. “Most of why I wear it.”

The other nodded. "Understandable." He finished his plate, standing and putting it in the sink.

Virgil glanced between his food and Judas with a the hint of a grin on his face. “Are you fast or am I slow?”

"I'm just fast I guess." He shrugged. "At least it was better than when Logan tried to cook," he laughed.

Virgil snorted. “Can you call that cooking? I think I would call it one of his experiments.”

He rolled his eyes. "Right? Who doesn't know how to make pasta? It's one of the simplest things to make," he leaned against the counter.

Virgil shifted his eyes slightly, avoiding eye contact while trying to force himself to stop grinning.

"What? He can't hear you... He's probably in his room reading anyway," he chuckled rolling his eyes and sighing before beginning to clean the dishes. Five people in one house lead to a pile up pretty quickly.

Virgil finished off the rest of his pasta before getting up, slowly setting his bowl in the sink with an awkward blush.

"What's the blush for?" Judas asked, not looking up from his work. "It's not like I'm not always the one cleaning," he teased.

“I- well- I mean- you’re-“ Virgil swallowed, blushing more. “You’re cleaning and while you’re cleaning I’m giving you another dish and it feels weird,” he stuttered.

"It's not, Roman does it all the time. Speaking of which, can you run up to his room and look for anything he might've left up there? He tends to hoard dishes," he chuckled.

Virgil let out a breath of laughter, nodding. He padded up the stairs, slumping some as soon as he was certain he was out of sight from Judas. Reaching Roman’s room, he moved to knock before stilling, remembering the accident and that he hadn’t come home yet. He let out a sigh and opened the door to the room, searching for dishes.

Meanwhile Judas was mulling over Virgil's actions in his head while he cleaned. Jakob had done something more than threaten him, he was sure if it... But what?

Virgil headed out of the room, shutting the door softly and going downstairs with the dishes balanced in his hands. He set them down on the counter next to Judas. “There you go.”

He nodded a thank you, humming softly as he cleaned. Virgil perched himself on the corner of the counter, letting his wings fall to the sides. He watched Judas with his arms crossed gently across his stomach, careful not to press put pressure on the cuts. He wished he’d tried to find something to put on them, or at least grabbed pain medicine.

Soon all the dishes were either clean and drying or in the running dishwasher. Judas dried his hands, sighing and glancing at the clock. "Only 1:30? Huh." He smirked. "Patton should be home soon."

Virgil hummed in agreement. “What do you want to do?”

"I don't know." He fluffed his wings, rolling his shoulders.

“I’d say movie but... I’d likely fall asleep.”

"We can just rest on the couch," he suggested, heading toward the living room, and Virgil hopped down from the counter, following after him. Judas dropped onto the soft couch, sighing and patting the spot next to him, smiling warmly. The younger smiled back, half-laying in top of him as he settled down, trying to position his large wings where they weren’t in the way. He huffed, letting them relax.

Judas sputtered, moving his wings away from his face. "I'd rather not eat feathers," he laughed, actually relaxed for the first time since Jakob showed up.

Virgil smiled, turning sideways so his wings could draped over the back of the couch, before placing a chaste kiss on the other’s nose.

Judas blushed, laying an arm across Virgil's shoulders. "You can sleep if you want, love. I'll keep an eye out for Patton."

Virgil hummed, resting his head against Judas. “You sure?” he asked, tugging his sleeves again worriedly.

He nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah, I'll bet he's gonna avoid me again so there shouldn't be a problem."

“Mm, maybe yeah,” he replied absently, leaning up enough to grab the blanket draped over the couch, pulling it over himself until just his wings and head stuck out. He cuddled up to the other, humming softly.

Judas sighed through his nose, hugging Virgil closer to him, crossing his legs. He wouldn't admit it, but ever since Jakob reappeared he had been having nightmares, and didn’t to jolt awake and hurt the other.

Virgil fell asleep quickly, exhausted from earlier, curling into as close to a ball as he could get. Judas yawned, finally slumping a little as he looked down at his boyfriend, brushing softly through his hair.

The front door clicked as Patton unlocked it, slipping inside. “Hello?” he called, sliding off his coat and stretching his wings some.

"Hey Patton," Judas called quietly, looking towards the front door.

Patton stilled a tiny bit but walked into the living area, seeing the two curled up with Virgil asleep. “Hello, Deceit. How has your two’s day been?” he asked quietly. He stood behind the couch at the opposite end from them, hands braced on the back of it.

"Fine. Boring," he lied, but he knew Patton wouldn't be able to tell. "I cleaned the kitchen... again," he smirked, chuckling.

Patton smiled. “Thank you. You know you don’t always have to, I can get around to it once I’m home.”

"Yes, but I figured it needed done," he nodded, shifting to sit a little straighter "Listen.... About last week... I'm sorry." He bit his lip and looked away.

Patton stilled slightly, looking down at his hands. “Logan told me what Virgil described it as. He’s been doing research on it. We know it’s... manageable. And that you weren’t expecting it. I just worry for his sake,” he nodded towards the man curled up in Judas’ lap.

"Believe me, I do too" he frowned, looking down at Virgil. "I can't remember anything when he takes over, so I'm trusting Virgil to fill in the blanks."

Patton’s eyes softened. “You know he’d hide things to try to stop you from worrying,” he murmured, meeting the other’s gaze. “Just be aware of that. He’s done it to me.”

Judas nodded slightly. "I just don't want to push it, you know?" He frowned, looking back at Virgil.

Patton nodded. “Just keep an eye on him, yeah?”

He smiled. "Right. So... are we cool?" he asked, shifting his weight.

Smiling gently, the other nodded. “We are. You’re trying, that’s what I care about.” He walked closer, ruffling Judas’ hair as he passed. “Take care of him, okay? And yourself too.”

Judas chuckled, fixing his hair. "I'll try my best, Patton."

Patton laughed, walking over to the stairs. “I’ll be in my room if you need me, kiddo,” he said before heading up.

Judas sighed, relaxing again. "One down, two to go," he mumbled. "Logan will probably be the hardest to convince..."

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Shattered Minds Chapter Three: An Old Foe Resurfaces

Next chapter guys! Things get exciting now

(Written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19)

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Violence

Virgil led the other towards the park. It was later in the day, but people were still wandering around. “How long do you think before I start getting frantic texts asking if I’ve been kidnapped?” Virgil joked.

Deceit laughed. "Half an hour, tops." He smirked, fixing his gloves and hat as the two walked.

Virgil headed towards the swings at the park, getting some strange looks from a few parents as he sat down, letting his feet dangle. Deceit took the swing beside him, swinging a little.

"This is nice."

Virgil hummed softly in agreement, watching warily as a little girl came up to them, cocking her head slightly. “What are you doing here? You’re big.”

Virgil threw Deceit a desperate glance, not knowing how to react.

The taller smiled softly at the girl. "What? Just because we're big it means we can't have fun on the swings?" he asked, careful of how widely he opened his mouth as to not reveal his fangs.

She seemed to contemplate this. “I guess not. Most people here are little though, but I’m not! I’m turning eight!”

"Is that so?" He stopped moving and rested his arms on his thighs. "When's your birthday?"

“Next month! Mama’s gonna take me to an amusement park!” she giggled.

"Sounds like that'll be fun! What's your name?" he asked, his smile not faltering. He always enjoyed talking with kids.

“Ivy,” the girl smiled, turning her attention to the rest of him. “Hey, why are you wearing this?” She reached out to tug on the cape.

He quickly moved his hand to stop her. "I just get cold easy is all," he explained, a note of worry in his voice.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. ”Then why don’t you wear a coat? Like your friend?” She pointed at Virgil.

"I just like capes better, they look cooler," he smirked, shifting his weight on the swing.

“It does look cool... but you’re hiiiiding something,” she teased, rocking back and forth on her feet.

"And what if I am?" he asked with a sly smile, raising an eyebrow.

She poked him. “I can keep secrets!” Virgil spared a glance at Deceit, smiling slightly.

He looked back toward Virgil before glancing around to be sure nobody else was watching. "You promise you won't tell anyone?"

She nodded vigorously. “Pinky swear!” She held out her pinky to him.

He chuckled, hooking pinkies with her before standing and removing his cape slowly, letting it drop to the gravel. He fanned and fluttered his black and yellow wings, grinning down at the girl.

Her eyes widened and she took a step back before grinning widely. “Woah! Can I touch them?” She bounced on her feet.

"Oh! Um... Sure?" Deceit knelt down, lowering a wing to the ground as she bounced forward, gently reaching out to stroke it and playing with the feathers.

She let out a soft gasp, looking up at him. “Are you an angel?” she asked, making Virgil smile softly.

Deceit’s eyes widened at her comment as he became flustered, looking away for a moment and running a hand through his hair before he composed himself, clearing his throat and giving the tiniest of nods. "I'm your guardian angel, Ivy," he whispered with a grin.

She clapped excitedly, wrapping her arms around his stomach to hug him. “You’re so cool!”

He tensed a little at the sudden contact, but relaxed, hugging her back. "You're pretty neat too, Ivy," he chuckled.

On the other side of the park, someone called the girl’s name. She pulled away pouting. “But you’re my guardian angel. Do I neeeed to go?”

He nodded softly. "Yeah, but I'll keep an eye on you OK? Have fun at the amusement park next month." He smiled, standing back up.

She sighed, but nodded. “Thank you! Bye!” She ran off, waving quickly.

Virgil sat on the other swing, smiling up at Deceit with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh don't start." He rolled his eyes, the faintest of blushes on his cheeks as he bent over to pick up his cape.

“Are you blushing?” Virgil laughed, standing up and taking the cape, pulling it over the other’s shoulders and coming face to face with him. “Hold on, I can’t miss this.”

"Shut up," the taller grumbled, clasping the cape around his shoulders and avoiding Virgil's gaze. "I'm just as surprised as you."

“It was adorable,” he grinned, reaching out to brush his thumb across the blush.

For once Deceit didn't resist, only blushing harder "Stooopp," he whined quietly, trying to get away to somewhere where less people could see his embarrassment.

“Nooo,” Virgil laughed, following after him. “You letting down your guard for once? This is too good.”

"Don't you dare tell the others about this," he hissed, "or I'll end you." He looked over his shoulder at Virgil, a slight glare on his face.

Virgil pouted. “Aw come on, Patton knowing you have a soft side? It would be amazing,” he teased, prodding at the other’s back as they walked, aiming between his wings, which twitched, but his shoulders reflexively relaxed.

"And he won't let me hear the end of it," Deceit grumbled, sighing. "You're gonna tell them anyway aren't you?"

“Maaaaybe? If you’re niiiiiice maybe I won’t, so you can keep up your mysterious persona.” Virgil poked his back a few more times before jumping up on his toes to grab the other’s hat, sprinting a short distance away.

"H-Hey!" He ran after him, holding his cape up with one hand "Get back here!" he called, laughing.

Virgil broke out in laughter as well, genuine, and sprinting a bit more before hopping up on a rock. He perched on it to catch his breath while grinning back at the other.

Deceit couldn't stop himself in time, barely clearing the rock but crashing into Virgil in the process, sending them both tumbling to the ground, landing with himself on top of the younger. He grinned, taking his hat back and placing it on top his head before kissing Virgil on the cheek. "I win," he declared with a laugh not unlike Roman's.

Virgil pouted up at the other. “This is very much not fair.”

"How so?" he smirked, standing and helping Virgil to his feet, who blushed slightly.

“I was the one making you flustered-“ his eyes widened, “not that I’m flustered, but- I was-“

"You clearly were," he chuckled, taking virgil's hand. "Wanna head back now?"

Virgil glanced at him. “Do you want to stay the night? With... everything that happened?”

Deceit shrugged. "'Back' didn't necessarily mean your place, I just meant back into town or something."

“Oh,” Virgil nodded, “Sure, yeah. Anything in mind?”

"Not really, maybe dinner?" he suggested, shrugging.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “You offering you go somewhere for dinner with human food? Did I do something really right?”

He laughed. "I've gotta eat something, if only to look normal," he grinned, beginning to walk toward town.

Virgil walked beside him. “There’s that little diner not too far from the house, as long as you promise not to mess with the drunks,” Virgil snarked.

"No promises," the other smirked, his eyes flashing. "I am Deceit you know," he chuckled, heading toward the diner.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “I don’t need to be kicked out of the one place that will give me food at 3am.”

He let out a sigh of laughter. "Fine, fine." He waved a hand, and the two went off, spending an hour or two there before Deceit headed back to his place, Virgil going home and sneaking back up to his room.

*****

Now that Virgil had gotten used to the routine of Deceit's feeding schedule, he barely flinched anymore. The vampire went through the motions: make sure no blood would get on Virgil's clothes, make absolutely sure he was okay with it, then begin. He smiled, his eyes glowing as he pierced Virgil's skin once again, sitting on the bed in the younger’s room.

After about 30 seconds there was a knock on the door, causing Virgil to startle some, hissing slightly in pain.

“Virgil?” Patton called.

“H-hold on...”

Deceit flinched at the noise, growling. "I don't want to risk hurting him again," he mumbled before sinking his fangs back into Virgil's neck. The shorter shifted uncomfortably, wanting to pull away but knowing that would hurt. “Virgil? Are you okay?” Patton opened the door, freezing on the spot with his eyes wide.

Deceit immediately looked up, a hard glare in his eyes as he pulled away from Virgil, taking step toward Patton threateningly, growling. "Get out," he hissed, his voice now deep and echoing. "Don't you know how rude it is to intrude while someone is eating?" His hands were balled into fists, wings fluffed up, and Virgil's blood staining his chin.

Patton let out a small squeaking noise, quickly backing out and shutting the door, running downstairs to the others.

Virgil blinked quickly at Deceit. “He didn’t mean to. My fault, I forgot to lock the door...”

The vampire turned, his glare not faltering. "He shouldn't have barged in like that. Now," he walked back over, grabbing Virgil and pinning him to the wall. He smirked, eyes full of hunger. "Where were we?"

Virgil swallowed nervously, trying to pull away. “A-are you okay?”

"I will be in a second," he chuckled darkly, sinking his fangs into Virgil's neck harshly, all signs of love gone. The other hissed in pain, trying to squirm away, with his wings beat slightly against the wall where they were trapped. Deceit held him firmly in place, growling at his movements, feeding for longer than normal before pulling away.

His eyes immediately softened as he released Virgil, taking a few steps back. "Wh- what just happened?" he asked, voice quivering with fear.

Virgil slid down the wall shakily, groaning, before dropping his head on his knees in an attempt to stop the dizziness.

"Virgil?" The vampire knelt down beside him, grabbing a bottle of water. "Are you okay? Did I take too much?" He was clearly terrified.

“Get away,” Virgil snarled, lifting his head up to glare sharply at the other before being forced to drop it back down to not pass out. He closed his eyes and took shaky breaths, trying to calm down.

Deceit scrambled backwards, frowning and putting a hand to his head. "What the hell happened?" He frowned, trying to find something to use as a clue.

Virgil suddenly reached out a hand, attempting to catch himself but half-collapsing onto the floor. “Fuck,” he hissed. He looked towards the other, eyes not focusing. “Give me that,” he growled, looking at the water.

The other handed him the water gently, wracking his brain to try and remember what happened... but there was nothing beyond asking Virgil for permission. And yet he had fed, given the blood still on his chin and Virgil's neck.

Virgil shook, attempting to open the bottle, and managing to drop it in the process. A few tears, from both fear and frustration, slipped out. “I can’t...” he croaked, slumping against the wall, his wings splayed out on either side of him.

Deceit frowned, taking the bottle carefully and opening it, handing it back to him "H-here" he stuttered, not wanting to get too close.

Virgil shakily took the bottle, drinking as much as he could, cursing when some of it spilled down his chin. He put the bottle down and tightly wrapped his arms around himself, leaning back against the wall and trying to stop the shaking as his head swam.

Deceit sat across from him in a similar position against the bed, his knees pulled to his chest as he looked at Virgil. "I- I'm so sorry... I can't remember what happened," he mumbled.

Virgil opened his eyes, blinking slowly in an attempt to focus. “Patton walked in and you flipped out, ‘n threatened him.” The younger took in a shaky breath. “‘n then you came back to me but you... pinned me and hurt me and wouldn’t let me get away.”

Deceit blinked, looking away. "Fuck," he mumbled, "I thought I’d gotten rid of him."

Virgil blearily gave him a confused look, too tired to say anything.

"He's... he's not me, but we share a body. I can't remember much about him... It's been years," he sighed. "As you saw, he's rough and commanding.”

Virgil scoffed weakly. “Understandment.” He picked the water back up and took another drink. Virgil paused, giving the other a concerned and confused look. “He just... takes over whenever?”

"He did whenever I was ‘vulnerable’ per say, but he's unpredictable."

Virgil whined slightly, tucking his knees closer. “But he’s- he’s not right now?”

"No. I promise it's me," Deceit smiled slightly, daring to scoot closer to Virgil.

Virgil made a small noise, reaching slightly for the other. “Please,” he whimpered, scared and upset.

Deceit moved closer, wrapping a wing around him protectively "Your safe dear" he mumbled.

Virgil slumped against him, reaching his hand up to wipe away a few tears. “Patton’s prob’ly told the others...” he said softly, face halfway in Deceit’s shoulder, who sighed, nodding.

"And knowing them I'll probably get kicked out again"

Virgil whined. “If we explain...”

"Will they believe us though?" He frowned, shaking his head.

“You don’t remember what happened past what I said,” Virgil mumbled, “Might help.”

"Possibly," he nodded. "Should we go now or?"

Virgil shook his head. “I can’t... ‘m barely awake, can’t stand I don’t think, can’t walk.”

Deceit nodded. “Right... sorry."

“Not you...” Virgil mumbled sleepily, hoping his point came across. “Need my phone, Patton might try to get back in here, he’ll worry.”

The other nodded, standing and grabbing Virgil's phone before sitting beside him again and handing it over.

Virgil slowly unlocked it, opening his texts and sending Patton a message: Hey, I’m okay, I know that looked bad and so does Deceit, we’ll explain later. Need to rest. He sent the message, hoping it was legible with his woozy typing. He turned off the screen, shifting to curl into Deceit’s side and falling asleep almost instantly as he closed his eyes

Deceit let out a worried sigh, but fell asleep beside him after a minute or two.

Patton sighed, his heart still racing. Sure, he felt the buzz of his phone, but he'd look at that later, he was too busy explaining what had happened to the others.

Logan looked down at the counter where he stood. “Was he like... before? When he attacked you, was it the same thing?”

"Worse," Patton said, his voice shaking a little. "It was less animalistic and more... controlling. I'm worried he might hurt Virgil, but I can't go back after that,” he sniffed, “His voice did that echoey thing Virgil's does sometimes."

Logan set his jaw slightly, clearly upset. “I could go back in there, if it would be helpful. If Virgil is hurt, someone with the knowledge to provide medical assistance might be useful.”

He frowned. "I don't know Logan... He might hurt you too," he sighed, looking toward Virgil's room.

“And what if he was hurt?” Logan countered, running a hand through his hair. “If he was attacked he requires medical assistance.”

"Alright, but please be careful," Patton relented.

Logan nodded, pushing himself off the counter and heading up the stairs, hesitating slightly before knocking forcefully on the door. “Virgil?” He called. 

Virgil half-awoke, groaning slightly and shifting against Deceit who shifted, grumbling something before opening one eye, not totally awake. "L-Logan?" the vampire yawned.

Logan let out a growl, twisting the door handle but finding it locked. “Deceit,” he hissed, “open this right now.”

Virgil whined slightly, nudging the other to get the door with a sympathetic but nervous glance. “Logan, don’t attack him. We need to explain,” he called groggily.

Deceit frowned, standing and hesitantly opening the door. "Please just hear us out," he said quietly.

Logan stalked in, wings fluffed out, and he gave Deceit a hard glare, pausing for a moment before seeing Virgil on the floor. His face softened and he quickly went over to him. “Virgil?”

The younger hummed, blinking at Logan in an attempt to focus. “No ‘m not great, I won’t lie...” he threw Deceit a sympathetic glance, “It was too much, things happened.”

Logan grumbled, seeing the water bottle on the floor. “Have you eaten since?”

Virgil shook his head.

Logan cursed, looking back at Deceit harshly. “Go get- no. Patton will freak out.” He stood up, heading back towards the door. “I’ll be back, don’t hurt him.”

Deceit sighed, slipping back to the floor. "I never should've come back," he mumbled into his knees.

Virgil leaned over, wrapping his arms around the other’s shoulders. “I want you here.”

"But the others hate me, especially now with what's happened." He leaned into Virgil.

“The others don’t understand,” he murmured, resting his head against the other’s. “We’ll do our best to explain, ‘n if that doesn’t work...” he sighed. “We’ll figure it out.”

He smiled, sighing through his nose. "I love you, Virgil," he chuckled, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

Virgil suppressed a flinch at the touch, still nervous after what happened, but smiled softly. “I love you too.”

Logan came back in, eying them as he walked over, handing the other an energy bar. “Calorie dense, sugars, it should help.” He sat down on the bed, propping his elbows on his knees. “So,” he looked at Deceit, “care to explain your... circumstance?”

Deceit sighed, running a hand through his hair before straightening up. "I've... I've got another personality," he frowned, looking away. "Patton must've done something to trigger him."

Logan frowned, opening his mouth-

“Multiple personality disorder,” Virgil muttered, “like multiple people in the same body. There’s a ‘main’ personality, but the others exist with their own minds ‘n can take over.” Virgil shifted, looking up at Logan. “Patton walked in at a vulnerable time. If he is... controlling, then he would be upset.”

Logan ran a hand over his face, looking at Deceit. “And you didn’t tell us?”

"I thought I had gotten rid of him..." he sighed, "I thought he wouldn't be a problem anymore."

Logan huffed, looking at Virgil. “Patton says you trust him. And clearly...” he gestured at the two of them together, “that hasn’t changed.” Logan got to his feet. “I cannot control you Virgil, but I strongly recommend your caution.” He looked between them. “I will do some research. If you are going to be here, you will have this under control.” He turned, pausing at the door, before leaving and shutting it behind him.

Virgil looked at Deceit, eyebrows raising in surprise. “That went... better than I thought.”

"No kidding," Deceit chuckled dryly. "I figured he would kick me out then and there."

Virgil smiled, kissing the other’s jaw before taking a bite of the energy bar he was given. “You know, even if they did kick you out... I’d follow this time.”

"Would you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not gonna lie, my place is shit."

Virgil hummed. “It has you.” He rested his head back on the other’s shoulder. “I love you, Deceit... I’m scared, I won’t lie, but I love you, and we’ll work it out.”

"Judas," he corrected, blushing and looking away. "My actual name is Judas."

Virgil looked confused for a moment before his eyes widened, grinning. “Judas,” he tested. “It’s nice.” He kissed the other’s cheek. “I love you, Judas.”

He chuckled, kissing the top of Virgil's head. "Love you too."

Virgil smiled, sighing softly at the touch. “Can we sleep?”

"You need to finish eating first." He nodded toward the bar in Virgil's hand, smiling softly. "You need all the energy your can get."

Virgil groaned, taking a bite regardless. “But ‘m tired,” he whined around the bite.

"Finish the bar, then we can nap,” Judas chuckled, shifting to sit up a little straighter.

He pouted, but leaned back against the wall to finish it, taking a few sips of water too. “I can’t get up myself, and I can’t guarantee I won’t pass out standing, so just...” he glanced at the other, blushing, “Please don’t let me fall.”

"Of course," he nodded slowly, "I won't let you fall."

Virgil nodded, pushing himself off the wall. “Okay, can you help?” He shifted to make it easier to stand.

Judas nodded again, standing and offering an arm.

Virgil grabbed onto it, almost completely relying on the other as he got to his feet, swaying slightly. He blinked quickly, and half-walked, half-fell onto the bed. He shifted to get underneath the covers, hiding his face against the pillow. “You will never talk about how ungraceful that was,” he mumbled.

Judas laughed, rolling his eyes and sitting beside Virgil, taking off his cape and hat and setting them on the table beside the bed before slipping in beside Virgil. "I won't."

“Good,” he grunted, shifting closer to the other and curling up against him. Within a few moment he was asleep again.

Judas sighed, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, his mind buzzing with questions. Virgil's breathing was soothing enough however that, soon, he too was asleep.

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Shattered Minds Chapter Two: Patching With Patton, Tension With Logan

Here’s chapter two!

Trigger Warnings: Violence Mention

Virgil pulled out a stool, sitting at the counter as he kept glancing at the time. He ran things over in his head, trying to decide what to say.

Soon there was a click in the door and Patton's face soon appeared through the doorway, smiling as always. "Heya, Virgil," he grinned, stepping inside.

Virgil smiled slightly. “Uh, hey, Patton. I... need to talk to you,” he said carefully, his wings fluttered nervously.

"About what, kiddo?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and setting his bag down before hanging up his coat, revealing his white wings.

Virgil chewed on his lip. “Um, well... Deceit is... back. He’s been visiting, when you guys aren’t here.”

Patton tensed, frowning as his wings fluffed up, memories of Deceit's attack years ago flooding him again. "Wh-what?" he asked, swallowing.

Virgil crossed his arms over his stomach, tucking both them and his wings closer. “About a month ago he showed up and... he wanted to try to reconnect and make up for everything. I knew you’d be upset so- I-“ He stared at his feet. “Yeah...”

Patton sighed, trying to relax his shoulders. "I- I understand you trying to reconnect with him..." He rubbed his neck. "And I'll admit I'm still scared, but I'm glad you're trying." He gave a sad smile.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, knowing full well that he should be. “I... he’s here. He wants to talk with you, to try. If... I mean if you don’t want to that’s okay, I’ll ask him to leave, but he’d like to,” Virgil rushed out. He took a deep breath. “I trust him.”

Patton nodded, sighing "A-Alright... Where is he then?"

“My room. I’ll go get him.” He scanned the other’s face. “Are you sure? I don’t want to force you.”

He nodded, his wings fluttering. "Yeah... I think it's best if we talk."

“Okay.” Virgil took a deep breath before heading up the stairs.

As he opened the door to the room, he met Deceit’s questioning eyes. “Okay, he wants to talk, he knows you’ve been coming here, I haven’t mentioned us being... together yet.” Virgil realized how tense he was and softly shook out his wings, trying to relax his shoulders, before holding out a hand to the vampire.

Deceit sucked in a deep breath, taking Virgil's hand gently. "And you're sure he's OK with talking to me?"

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, I asked, and double checked,” he smiled softly before leading the other back down the stairs. Deceit squeezed Virgil's hand tightly. For once he was the more anxious one.

His eyes scanned the living room for Patton and he swallowed when he saw him, wings twitching as the man caught his gaze.

Patton straightened up some. He gave a nervous smile, trying to stay relaxed and open. “Hi Deceit. How- uh... how are you?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "If I'm to be honest, nervous," he chuckled dryly, "I'm glad it was you here first, the others are hard to predict."

Patton blinked, glancing away for a moment. “They’re... protective.” Looking back at Deceit, he fidgeted with his hands. “I- I can’t say I expected you to come back.” He glanced between the pair.

Deceit tugged at his gloves and the clasp of his cape. "I didn't either, but I couldn't stay away," he explained, sighing. "I'm sorry about the attack last year, I… I wasn't myself."

Patton scanned the other. “Why did it happen?” he asked simply.

"I hadn't fed in about a week,” Deceit sighed. “Instincts take over after a while... and you were the closest," he explained, looking down.

Patton huffed some. “Why weren’t you feeding? I- I understand... but why?”

"Would you believe me if I said that I was purposefully starving myself?" he asked quietly. "I wanted to see if I could suppress my instincts."

Patton’s eyes softened. “I- you... you shouldn’t do that to yourself.” He swallowed weakly. “I assume you know more about how to handle them now?”

He nodded. "For the most part, yes." He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Virgil, silently asking for permission. "I should feed about every three days," he continued.

Virgil nodded softly, folding his arms in front of him.

Patton looked between them, brows furrowing slightly, confused. “That’s... good then. And you’ve- Has something like that happened again?”

"No, not since a few months ago... Lost it on a drunk," he sighed absently. "And there's more you should know." He tensed, taking a deep breath, then blurting out all at once: "Virgil and I are together!"

Patton blinked quickly, but nodded, looking between them. “I... assumed there was a chance.” He met Virgil’s gaze. “And everything is going okay?”

Virgil nodded. “It’s been good. Readjusting. But like I told you, I trust him.”

Patton nodded, knowing full well how nervous Virgil could get around people. If he trusted him, it was probably okay.

Deceit let out the breath he was holding in a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Patton, and yes, everything is going fine so far."

“Mhm...” Patton looked between the two. “I can tell the others you’re back, if you’d like. I know that’s a lot of stress on you two. I can’t say they won’t come ask you about it themselves,” Patton glanced at Virgil, “but I can do the hard part. If I trust you now,” he looked at Deceit, “after everything that happened, then they’re more likely to as well.”

Deceit nodded, half smiling. "I think that would be best, for you to tell them... and I'll be prepared for questions they might have."

Patton nodded. “I’ll let Logan know tonight, Roman tomorrow after he’s rested...” He sighed. “I can’t guarantee how they’ll react but if it goes well you’d be able to come over when we’re all here.”

Deceit nodded. "Yes, sure. That would be great." He smiled.

Patton nodded, taking a deep breath as he walked closer, holding out his hand to Deceit to shake his hand. “Don’t you dare hurt my family though, you understand?” He met the other’s gaze, his wings fluffed up some.

Deceit was taken aback by the other's sudden change of mood, but he nodded, shaking Patton's hand. "Of course, I would never." He smiled, ignoring the thoughts in the back of his mind.

Patton nodded, stepping back. “Logan won’t be home for a while, so you can stay for a bit more if you’d like.” He glanced back at Virgil, a soft smile on his lips.

"Sure, thanks.” Deceit nodded, smiling. “So, uh… what were you out doing again?"

“I was visiting some of our friends, they got a new puppy a few weeks ago and I thought I’d swing by,” Patton laughed.

Deceit laughed along. "You do like animals," he grinned.

Patton smiled. “True... it wasn’t just for the puppy though!” He took his bag from where he had left it on the floor and pulled it over his shoulder. “Alright, I’m heading up. Logan should be home about midnight... be safe. I don’t think he’d be happy to come home to you here without explanation.” Patton gave Virgil a soft smile before heading up the steps to his room.

Deceit chuckled, rolling his eyes and sitting back on the couch. "He's protective, huh?"

Virgil shrugged slightly, his shoulders slowly relaxing with his wings. He moved behind the couch, fiddling with the fabric on the back of it and looked at other. “You know he has reason to be, but he’ll come around. Someone has to be an adult around here.”

The other laughed, nodding. "True." Adjusting his gloves, he sighed. "I don't know if the others will be as accepting."

Virgil hummed, resting a hand on the other’s shoulder and rubbing softly. “I expect Logan to be the worst. He’ll care less about emotion or trust and just focus on the facts. Roman generally liked you, or at least tolerated you, so I think he might come around if Patton isn’t upset.”

"That's only because Roman is so gullible," Deceit chuckled, extending a wing out flat. It was his turn to be pet.

Virgil frowned. “Well you shouldn’t be lying to him anyway. Here.” He came around to the other side of the couch, lifting the other’s wing up and setting it in his lap. He softly carded his fingers through the feathers.

"It's in my nature," he waved a hand, chuckling and letting out a similar purr to Virgil's, but deeper, close to a growl.

Virgil grumbled slightly. “Lying to them doesn’t help them trust you, dear.” He tugged slightly on the other’s wing, jokingly reprimanding him.

Deceit rolled his eyes, shifting so he was more comfortable. "I've been trying to tell the truth more."

The younger hummed. “You know it’s important to me.” He shifted his hand to gently scratch along the wing.

He sighed, laying his head against the couch with the same growl as before. "Yes, I know."

Virgil snorted at the sound. “And I need you to be nice to Logan. I know you and him were never close, but Patton listens to him, if he gets actually mad with you, Patton’s less likely to be okay with it too.”

He nodded, sighing. "Yes, dear."

Virgil made a face at the other jokingly, before patting his wing. “We have... an hour and a half, if we’re being careful, in case he gets home early.”

He nodded, crossing his legs. "I might just take a nap," he grinned with a small yawn.

Virgil snorted. “What, tired after eating? Thing for vamps too?” He blinked quickly in realization. “Patton didn’t ask where you were getting blood. Logan might.”

"If I drink a lot, yes," he smirked. "But do you think Logan would be upset if he knew?"

Virgil threw him a glance, rolling his eyes as he subconsciously moved a hand to the punctures on his neck. “I don’t think he’d be happy. And he’d want to know ‘how much are you taking’, ‘what times’, ‘am I eating’, ‘am I drinking…’” He shook his head. “You know him.”

"The other worrier," Deceit smirked. "But you're right, he'd want to keep a close eye on you."

“If he asks then... what do you want to say?”

"I mean... If I lie he'd be able to tell, so I'd tell him the truth: that I take from you, but I'd reassure him that I don't take too much or too often."

Virgil let out a breath of laughter. “Then don’t tell him how often that is, cause I think he would disagree.” Virgil stared at his hand in the other’s feathers. “Sorry, I’m worrying too much. I should let you sleep.”

Deceit chuckled, yawning again, his eyes half open now. "You don't worry too much," he reassured, smirking and folding his hands on his chest.

Virgil reached over, brushing the other’s hair out of his eyes. “Sleep, I’ll watch the time.” He slipped his phone out of his pocket, stroking Deceit’s wing with the other.

The vampire mumbled something like "Thank you," closing his eyes and falling asleep, his body relaxing fully.

*****

Deceit sighed, leaning against Virgil and looking bored. Despite that, he knew Virgil enjoyed The Nightmare Before Christmas, so he pressed on watching, trying to stay awake as the younger hummed quietly along to the music, resting his chin on top of Deceit’s head.

Virgil looked at the other out of the corner of his eye, frowning slightly, before wrapping a wing around him. “We don’t have to watch this,” he murmured.

"No, it's fine really." He smiled slightly, glancing over at Virgil. "Sure this isn't one of my favorites, but I enjoy it."

“You’re bored though,” he countered. “I- we could play a game? Or... I don’t know...”

He squeezed Virgil's hand, laughing under his breath. "Virge, it's fine, really." He smiled. "This is OK."

Virgil hummed doubtfully, but he relaxed against the other a bit more, his wings fluttering slightly. He turned his head, hearing footsteps down the hall. “Logan’s home.”

"Excellent, let the questioning begin," Deceit said dryly, rolling his eyes and shifting to sit straighter.

“I don’t think he knows you’re here. He wouldn’t have passed by without stopping...” He shook his head. “I’m thinking way too much into this, I’m sorry.”

"Just take a few breaths... What was it? In for four, hold for seven, out for eight," he recited, squeezing his partner's hand.

Virgil forced his shoulders to relax, following the pattern. “Okay, okay... sorry.” He pulled Deceit closer again. “I’m surprised you remembered that, it’s been a while.”

"You thought I wouldn't?" He raised an eyebrow. "It helps you, so I should know it," he chuckled.

Virgil shrugged, eyes scanning the door when he heard footsteps stall at Deceit voice. “You haven’t... needed to help me in a while.” He tried to focus on the movie again, clearly frazzled but trying to push it down.

"That's because you've doing better at not worrying." He smiled slightly, resting his head back on Virgil's shoulder.

Virgil bounced his leg, trying to focus on the movie but he kept glancing at the door.

"Stop worrying." Deceit put a gentle hand on his leg, sighing. "I'll deal with Logan if and when he comes through that door."

Virgil made a small noise, pulling his hood closer around his neck to cover the punctures as much as he could. “I’m worried he’s gonna tell me to stop and then he’ll keep watching to see if they’re there and then you won’t be able to feed and-” He hummed. “Sorry.” He forced his breathing to slow down.

"Virgil... please," Deceit sighed, trying to hide the anger growing in his body, pulling away before he bruised Virgil's leg.

“I just don’t want you hurting and I don’t want them to kick you out again cause it’s different and I don’t want anything happening...”  His leg continued to bounce, and he tucked his wings and arms close to his body.

"Virgil please," he repeated, frowning, and pulling away from the other completely, doing the same breathing technique, only in an attempt to calm himself down and not harm the other.

Virgil took a deep shaky breath, pulling his knees up to his chest and forcing his mouth shut. He rested his forehead on his knees, counting out his breathing, his wings wrapping around himself protectively.

Deceit decided to let Virgil calm down on his own, sighing and flexing his fingers ‘Don't hurt him, don't hurt him…’ he repeated in his head.

After a few tense minutes Virgil opened his eyes, but didn’t lift his head. “Sorry.”

"It's fine.” Deceit looked over at him, sighing.

There was a knock on the door. “Virgil?” Logan called, “Are you okay?” Virgil’s breath stuttered. “Y-yeah.” He cursed his voice as the door opened. “Are you- oh.” Logan’s face hardened slightly. “I see.”

Deceit stiffened, looking away and out the window. "Hello Logan."

“Deceit,” Logan acknowledged, remaining impassive. He looked at Virgil. “He wasn’t doing this to you was he?” Virgil shook his head quickly. “No, I just got worked up. He was trying to calm me down.” Logan nodded, turning back to Deceit. “So... what have you been up to?”

"Nothing much as of late, just watching a movie." He nodded towards the credits rolling on the tv screen.

Logan nodded again. “And... on the front of survival? Work, housing, eating?” He asked pointedly.

"Got a stable job finally, Patton is cleaning out my old room here, and I've got a steady food source," he replied, crossing his arms and looking up at Logan.

Logan mimicked the movement. “Oh? From where?”

Deceit’s fingers twitched as he frowned, swallowing. Lying wouldn't do any good. He sighed. "It's Virgil," he said quietly.

Logan’s wings fluffed up immediately, filling out to take up space. “Virgil?” He switched his gaze to the man curled up on the bed. “You will not be hurting-“ He moved a step forward as Virgil’s head shot up.

“He’s not. I’ve been offering. It’s not his fault,” Virgil met Logan’s gaze, still hunched over. Logan stopped, blinking in shock.

"He's telling the truth," Deceit confirmed, looking up at Logan. "And I always ask."

Virgil nodded, staring at the wall. Logan frowned. “How often is that then? Patton said you were needing to feed every three days.”

Virgil groaned slightly, turning his head to give Deceit an ‘I-told-you-so’ look, who sighed, nodding. "Yes, every three days or so, I don't want an incident like what happened last time to happen again."

Logan’s gaze hardened. “That’s not safe for Virgil.”

“I’m fine Logan. I’m careful, I eat afterwards.”

Logan took another step forward, nearing the edge of the bed. “The amount a blood a vampire-“ he gave Deceit a hard look- “needs to eat every three days is not within the recommended amount for someone to give.”

"Logan, please." Deceit tried to hide his glare as he wrapped his wing around the other protectively. "Virgil's fine, and I make sure he's okay afterwards," he spat, his eyes flashing red and yellow respectively.

Logan opened his mouth to retort back-

“Logan!” a voice called from downstairs: Patton. “Come here, please!”

He shut his mouth, pursing his lips slightly as he looked firmly between the two, before turning and stalking out of the room.

Virgil let out a shuddering breath, closing his eyes. He forced himself to breathe.

Deceit tried to relax, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Almost lost it," he mumbled.

“I know,” Virgil sighed, curling into Deceit’s wing.

"You heard it too right? That weird echoey thing our voices do sometimes?" He frowned.

“You do it when you’re angry,” the shorter sighed, leaning against the other completely as he loosened his grip on his knees.

Deceit nodded. "And you do it when you're too anxious," he commented, frowning. "If Logan reacted like that to something that small, imagine what it'll be like when the news drops that we're together."

Virgil sighed. “I feel like he knows, or at least guesses. You were... protective. Either way I think he would be more upset with anything having to do with safety than relationships.” He pulled his sleeves down more over his hands. “And it’s not exactly a small thing.”

Deceit nodded softly, sighing and leaning against the wall. "You are OK right? After I feed?" he asked, looking over at Virgil.

He didn’t respond for a moment. “I’m dizzy, afterwards. It’s been a little worse each time. It’s a little hard to focus sometimes... I’m probably not eating enough for what I’m losing. But you know me, I don’t ever really have an appetite.” He glanced at the other. “You need to feed though. I’m okay.”

"Drinking water helps, and you should probably have something more than crackers," he suggested.

“Doesn’t help that I don’t eat enough to begin with...” Virgil huffed under his breath. “I’ll figure it out. You need to feed, so.” He shrugged softly.

"Not now... he might come back." He glared at the door, his hands twitching.

“Logan’s just protective, love. He acts based on facts. I don’t think he tries to be rude.”

"He's very factual yes. I feel like Roman will be more open about things with us."

“I think so,” he sighed, tucking his head on Deceit’s shoulder. “Patton probably heard what was going on and is talking to him. Hopefully he’ll let up on it...” Virgil blinked, before groaning and running a hand over his face. “Patton didn’t know... and Logan’s gonna tell him.”

The vampire nodded sullenly. "Yeah, and he's probably gonna build a wall between us," he joked dryly.

Virgil groaned, slumping against the other. His wings fluttered, agitated. “Can we go out? I know I don’t like to really, I just... don’t want to be here.”

"Where were you thinking?" Deceit asked, raising an eyebrow and looking down at the other.

“Anywhere [not] here. We could go to one of the shops or just... walk? I just don’t want to be lectured more by my apparent dads.”

He laughed a little, nodding. "Right, okay." He stood slowly, stretching out his wings, arms, and legs. "Maybe just a walk in the park?"

Virgil nodded, sliding off his hoodie and his shirt nervously before grabbing the bandages he kept in his nightstand. Stretching his wings out as far as they would go, he then slowly ruffled them tightly into place against his back, pulling the bandages around himself and wrapping his wings as close as he could without. He nodded towards the closet. “Can you get my long coat?”

Deceit walked over, grabbing the coat Virgil wanted and handing it to him before hiding his own wings underneath his cape.

Virgil grunted as he wrapped the last bit of bandage, sliding on his shirt again and making a face. “You know I don’t want to be here when I’m willing to do that just to leave,” he grumbled, sliding on the coat.

"It doesn't hurt right?" he asked, frowning. Deceit, true to his name, liked deceiving others with his appearance, which is why he didn't wrap his wings.

“Some. I’m used to it,” Virgil shrugged, grabbing his phone.

The other nodded cautiously, opening the door for him. "Ready?"

“Mhm.” He smiled softly as he walked through the door leading the way downstairs. Patton and Logan both looked up from where they stood on opposite sides of the counter. Patton opened his mouth to say something, but Virgil cut him off: “We’re going out. I’ll be home later,” he said flatly before heading to the front door, Deceit following close behind, sending a quick glance toward the pair before picking up his pace.

After shutting the door behind them, Virgil reached for the other’s hand with an expectant look, and Deceit smiled, taking it.

[shatteredmindsposts-blog]

Shattered Minds Chapter One: Reconnecting?

(Reposting the chapters which are already out.)

This fanfiction is written by @cresstic and @fandomfreak-19

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Violence Mention

Virgil shuffled down the stairs now that the others were gone. Reaching the

bottom floor, he headed into the kitchen, seeking out the leftovers from earlier as he listened to music blasting through a beat up pair of headphones. After sticking the food in the microwave, he sat at one of the stools with his eyes closed, listening.

Deceit smirked as he watched Virgil from just outside the large kitchen window. With the others gone, now would be the best time to get inside and speak to... What was the nickname Roman had given him ages ago? Oh, yes: “Panic at the Everywhere.” He slipped inside silently, closing the front door behind him. Patton was never good at keeping it locked.

Virgil watched as the timer went off, sliding off the stool and pulling his food out. He hummed softly as he got it ready, pulling silverware out of the drawer.

Deceit chuckled quietly to himself, his fangs just showing under his top lip, enhancing his snake-like appearance. "Hello again,  Virgil" he said, revealing himself.

Virgil startled, spinning around to face the vampire, eyes widening. “What are you doing here?” he hissed.

Deceit laughed again, his yellow and black wings fanning out behind him slightly. "Is it wrong of me to want to see an old friend?" he cooed, putting a gloved hand to his chin.

Virgil’s dark grey wings fluffed out some, twitching slightly. “Friends is sure a word to use. Why are you here?”

"I figured now that we're alone we could use this time to reconnect" he said, straightening up again. "I've missed you.”

Virgil scanned the other’s face. “How do you get in?” He purposefully ignored the other’s comment, unsure of how to respond.

"Patton left the door unlocked" he said simply, nodding toward the front door and leaning against the counter.

Virgil groaned slightly, running his hand through his hair. “The idiot...” He propped himself against the counter behind him, crossing his arms. “You know it’s not just... reconnecting. It’s different.”

"How so?" Deceit asked, raising an eyebrow at Virgil. With the way he was facing, the snake half of his face turned away from the other, he looked almost safe to interact with.

“I mean you... you hurt him.” The shorter man glanced at Deceit, eyes softening some, but looked down at the floor between them.

"And I'm genuinely sorry about that, no tricks." The taller one raised his hands to show his fingers weren't crossed. "I should've been more careful."

Virgil met his gaze, humming in response. “Yeah, you should have.” He straightened up, grabbing his plate and pushing past Deceit to sit down at the counter.

Deceit sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before sitting beside Virgil, folding his wings up so they wouldn't be in the way. After a few minutes of unsure silence, he sighed. "You don't believe a word I say do you?"

Virgil continued to stare at his food for a moment. “I’m not sure.” He folded his wings a bit closer. “I... sure. I miss what we had. But attacking someone is... and Patton of all people.” He sent a glare towards the other.

The vampire sighed, trying to hold back his own glare and remain calm, his hands twitching where they rested on the countertop. "It's not my fault he was the only one in the room."

Virgil let out a frustrated sigh. “I mean, how Patton described you... hell, it didn’t seem like you. I know it wasn’t... it wasn’t voluntary.” He pushed the plate away, crossing his arms on the counter and resting his head on top, wings sagging.

"And it wasn't," Deceit explained quietly, looking away for a moment. "Can we just try again?" he asked, daring to reach out toward Virgil.

Virgil stilled slightly at the touch before relaxing some. “The others wouldn’t be happy about it...” he mumbled against his arms.

Deceit nodded "I know that, but I'll talk to them... Starting with Patton," he added, rubbing Virgil's arm gently.

Virgil hummed. “What if we just kept it between us for now?” He lifted his head to look at Deceit, scanning his face.

The taller man nodded, smiling a little and showing his fangs. "Sure, that would be fine if you’re okay with it."

Virgil stared for a moment longer before the corner of his mouth twitched up. He put his hand over Deceit’s softly before meeting the vampire’s eyes. “Okay.”

*****

As soon as the others had left, Virgil sent a quick text to Deceit, telling him the coast was clear. It had been nearly a month, texting and sneaking into the house. Things had been similar to before, but hiding everything he was doing from the others was taxing.

Deceit smiled softly at the text, letting himself in through the front door and taking a seat on the couch in the living room. "You do realize we can't keep this up forever right?"

Virgil grumbled, leaning against the other some. “Great way to start a conversation. ‘Virgil you know you’re a fuck up who can’t get his life together, right?’”

Deceit wrapped an arm around the shorter one’s shoulders. "You know I didn't mean it that way... I'm only saying that the others are bound to notice the signs I'm back eventually." He blinked, his brown eye now showing a tinge of red.

Virgil scoffed. “Like what? You know how I am: I’m thorough, I check everything.” He swallowed nervously though, knowing full well that Deceit was right.

"Like this for example." The vampire ran a gloved thumb along the small puncture wounds in Virgil's neck. "I know how observant Logan can be, and he's bound to question them."

Virgil shivered slightly at the touch, biting his lip. “And how do you suppose we would tell them? They’ll be mad at me, bringing you in here without letting them know.”

"In all honesty, I haven't gotten they far in the plan yet... Maybe like I said a month ago, I could have a talk with them individually- without letting them know we're together again of course."

Virgil looked at the other. “You’d leave me out of it?”

"I… I was hoping you could help me break it to them," he admitted, looking away "I know they would never believe me without your word."

“They’ll think we’re together again if I’m on your side... we’d have to sell that we’re not, to convince them otherwise.” Virgil ran a hand through his hair.

Deceit nodded, resting his head on the back of the couch with a sigh. "True."

Virgil stared at his hands. “How do you think they would react? Obviously they’ll be upset at first.”

"I think Patton will be the most understanding, Roman and Logan..." the other sighed. "They're harder for me to understand." He looked back toward Virgil. "Are you sure we need to keep this a secret though?"

Virgil chewed his lip. “I don’t... imagine them reacting well? Or maybe trusting me as much, if we told them.”

"They'd still trust you more than they would me," Deceit scoffed, “and I think keeping our relationship a secret would just be taxing for you.... I know how much you worry without having to keep secrets, so it must be really hard to have this piled up on everything else."

Virgil sighed. “I... yeah. You’re right.” He pushed himself off Deceit gently, leaning forward to prop his elbows on his knees. “Then how do you suggest telling them, like when/where? You’re better at this kind of thing than me.”

"Ah... hmm." The taller one straightened up, stretching out his wings. "Dinner would cause too much of a scene... maybe you could find a day where there's only one other person here? So we don't risk a walk in?" he suggested.

Virgil laughed slightly. “Well. Only Patton is going to be here tonight- for a while anyway. Logan’s working late and Roman has a show, so neither of them will be back until at least midnight. Patton will be back in...” he glanced at the time, “a little under two hours.”

Deceit nodded slightly. "Best to start with him anyway, he'll be the nicest of the group," he sighed, putting a hand to his head with a soft grunt, his non-snake like eye glowing red now.

Virgil turned to look at the other, eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you okay?” he asked, slightly wary.

The taller one sucked in a breath. "I... haven't fed in a couple days," he admitted, blinking and looking up at Virgil.

The man bit down on his lip, glancing away for a second. “I think I would be fine to let you... I felt a little lightheaded last time but if I just eat something afterwards I think I would be fine. I don’t want anything to happen with Patton here. Just... if you’re careful? I should be fine I think.”

Deceit nodded, an eager hunger in his eyes now. "I promise I'll be careful." He patted the seat beside him.

Virgil flushed slightly, laughing a bit as he shifted over. “Did you have this in mind?” the shorter half-scoffed.

The vampire chuckled, rolling his eyes as he moved Virgil's hoodie away from his neck. "Maybe," he teased, scraping his fangs against his neck, "Try not to tense up this time."

“Well it’s not exactly easy with fangs digging into my skin,” he murmured with a small smile, closing his eyes and trying to relax.

Deceit chuckled again, sinking his fangs into Virgil's neck, offering his free hand to squeeze.

Virgil grunted slightly, gripping into the other’s hand, but forced himself to relax as much as he could. He felt his heart rate rise, both attempting to compensate for the blood leaving his body and in reaction to his nervousness. The shorter man slowly let his head lean against the back of the couch, purposefully going slow so the other was aware of what he was doing.

Deceit followed Virgil's movements, careful with both how much he was taking and for how long. After about two minutes he pulled away, licking at the new wounds to close them. The vampire licked the blood away from his lips, smiling softly. "Thank you."

Virgil hummed softly, still resting against the couch with his eyes closed. “Can you get crackers or something? And juice? ‘m pretty sure there’s some in there.”

Deceit nodded, standing and grabbing what the other wanted before walking back over to the couch and sitting down. "Are you sure you're OK?"

Virgil hummed again, blinking open his eyes, slightly unfocused. “Dizzy.” He reached to take the juice from the other, but accidentally hit the glass, causing it to spill over both of them. “Shit...” Virgil jolted to his feet for a moment, setting the glass down shakily on the table, spilling it a bit more. “Fuck, ‘m sorry...” he swayed slightly, gripping onto the back of the couch. “I can get towels...”

The taller one stood, steadying the other and gently helping him sit back down "No, I'll handle it, you need to rest." He quickly gathered the towels and wiped up the mess. Despite his usual manipulative nature, the vampire was beginning to feel genuine love for Virgil.

Said man whined slightly but listened, sinking back against the couch. After a minute he took the crackers from where they sat next to him and opened the box, slowly eating a few. “‘M sorry,” he repeated.

"It's fine, Virgil," Deceit said quietly. "I shouldn't have taken so much anyway," he frowned, sitting beside the other.

Virgil shook his head softly. “No no, it’s okay. You hadn’t eaten. I’ll be okay.” He looked at the cup on the table, flushing slightly in embarrassment. “Could you... hand me that?”

Deceit chuckled, reaching for the cup and handing it to him. "You don't need to worry about changing into a vampire, unless you want me to change you?" he suggested with a sly smile.

Virgil carefully took a sip of the juice, scoffing. “Then neither of us would have a place to get blood from. That hardly seems functional.” He rolled his head slightly, trying to stop the slight ache in his neck.

The vampire shrugged. "Merely a suggestion." He reached over and began to massage Virgil's neck gently.

Virgil hummed contentedly, opening one eye to look at the other. “A dumb one,” he snorted. He closed his eyes before blinking them open again, his wings fluttering slightly. “Sorry, that wasn’t meant to sound rude, just out of it.” He hissed slightly as Deceit rubbed against a painful spot, pulling away ever so slightly.

He let up his grip just a little, frowning. "Understandable," he nodded

“You’re fine,” Virgil muttered, taking another sip of the juice. “Have you been doing okay? I mean... I know you used to have issues paying rent ‘n stuff.” He carefully rested a wing in front of Deceit, ruffling it slightly, and giving the other a slight grin.

He nodded slightly, reaching forward to pet Virgil's wing slowly and gently. "I'm managing... barely," he sighed. "Night shift sucks."

Virgil let out a soft noise, almost like a purr. “Mhm... I thought you liked being awake at night though?”

"I do, but..." the taller one sighed. "There are some crazy people out at night," he explained. "Someone claimed I was a vampire," he joked. "Nobody believed him."

Virgil laughed. “Oh noooooo! A vampirrrreee! They must be crazy then.” He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the other’s temple before leaning back again the couch, closing his eyes and enjoying his wing being pet.

Deceit chuckled, rolling his eyes. "No kidding, almost as crazy as a man with wings" he laughed, moving to scratching the wing gently.

Virgil made another purr-like noise. “Who would even believe that?” He snorted. “Can you imagine the reactions if we just didn’t hide them? It’s so much easier to just not go out, I hate wrapping mine, they’re too big.”

The vampire nodded. "Yeah, but it's fun to mess with people.”

Virgil rolled his head over to look at Deceit, grinning. “Oh if anyone would do it you would. How much have you managed to mentally scar the public?”

"Only the drunk ones, maybe a few druggies," he waved a hand. "They're more fun... Kids like them though."

Virgil took another sip of his juice, becoming less and less groggy. “Do you remember that one time I actually did go out with you, and that one little girl was lost and I panicked and showed her my wings hoping she’d calm down, and she thought I was an angel?” The shorter man blushed at the memory.

Deceit laughed. "Yeah, that was adorable." He frowned, running a hand across the snake like part of his face. "She was scared of me, though."

Virgil sat up some, scooting close and reaching out to cup that side of his face, running his thumb over the scales. “She didn’t know what to expect with you. Angels are known, and people say they’re good.”

The vampire sighed, leaning into Virgil's hand a little. "I'm no angel," he mumbled.

Virgil smiled softly. “Well neither am I. That doesn’t make you any less.”

Deceit chuckled, glancing at the clock and sighing. "Patton should be home any minute," he reached to squeeze Virgil's hand. "You ready?"

Virgil looked at the clock. “Oh, geez, I couldn’t have been out of it for that long?” He shook his head, pulling his wings back into place. He could already feel the tension in his shoulders coming back. “I-I think so... I just hope he doesn’t hate me.” Virgil looked at the discarded package of crackers and the cup on the table. “We should at least  tidy up. And-and maybe I should warn him first? Instead of him just walking in and seeing you?”

"He would never hate you, Virgil," Deceit sighed, grabbing the crackers and closing them. "I do think warning him would be best though," he nodded.

The shorter one sat up slowly, making sure he was steady, before getting to his feet. He grabbed the cup from the table and headed into the kitchen, putting it away in the sink and grabbing his headphones from where he had discarded them on the counter when the other had gotten here, hanging them around his neck in an attempt to hide the new marks. Virgil knew it was too soon to try to cover it with makeup. “Should you maybe... go up to my room? I’m not sure.”

Deceit sighed, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, that would probably be the best place for me to 'hide.'" He put air quotes around the final word, smirking and beginning toward the steps.

“I’ll come get you, yeah?” Virgil looked at the other, slightly owl-eyed. It was obvious he was nervous, pulling his lip between his teeth and ruffling his feathers some.

The vampire frowned, turning back and hugging the other gently, kissing him on the forehead while attempting to fix his hair. "Yes, that'll work... and it's Patton," he chuckled, looking Virgil in the eye. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you’re not the one still living here,” he grumbled, giving the other a playful shove towards the stairs. “Go, I’ll come get you when we’re ready.”

Deceit chuckled, nodding and heading upstairs, knowing all too well where Virgil's room was. He slipped inside, closing the door behind him, sitting down on the man’s bed to wait.