#(i just think it's great how remus wraps virgil up like an octopus as big spoon)

[soysaucevictim]

Legs and foreshortening’s the bane of my existence. But hell, going to work on this some more maybe after that Muse!Patton fic is done.

Anyways, here’s just some more Gymrat!Dukexiety brainrot from me.

(I’ve had access to my desk since late last November... I REALLY want to make some polished art again. Kicking that can down the road again, ‘cause my motivation/exec-fxn/focus and Creativities being real fickle lately.)

[non-binary-nightmare]

Do we have to leave?!

Warnings: Unsympathetic!Patton; Manipulation; shit gets real(if I need more please let me know)

Ship(s): Platonic RemRom/Creativitwins

Okay so Im going to start this by saying, Virgil is a toddler, and Remus and Roman are 10.

Just clearing that up here! This is after they split physically but before they had to leave each other? You'll get it..

I hope.

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They were sitting in the living room together, playing around, minding their own business. "Remus look!" Roman said as he picked up his drawing that he made.

It was a drawing of a knight fighting a dragon, with his prince by his side. Remus starred in amazement. "Wow! Look at mine!" Remus said, holding his drawing up.

It was a drawing of an octopus, destroying and eating people on a ship.

Roman looked back at it with amazement. "That looks so cool!!" Roman enjoyed Remus' art and was used to the gore and violence that came with it.

The two looked at each other with excitement, marker and glitter on their faces and hands. For some reason, they found this quite amusing and fell into a pit of laughter and giggles.

"We should show Dad!" Roman said, standing up. Remus looked at his drawing and frowned. "I dunno.."

"Oh come on, Rem!! I'm sure he'll love just like I do!" Roman said, holding out a hand for Remus. "Okay.." Remus took Roman's hand and stood up.

Together, they went to go see Patton.

He was in the kitchen as per usual, and he smiled at them brightly as they walked in. "Dad, look!" Roman said, showing off his drawing with pride. "Oh my gosh- That is so good, Roman! I love it." Patton said holding the drawing. "How about we put it on the fridge?" He said and Roman nodded. After they put it on the fridge, Roman turned to Remus. “Remus made a drawing too!” Roman said, nudging Remus. “Oh! Uh yeah. Look.” Remus said, holding his drawing up. “Oh Remus that’s- uh-”

“Isn’t it great?” Roman said, cheerily. “I- Yeah. Yeah Remus it's great.” Patton said, forcing a smile. “Really?” Remus said. “See? I told you he would love it! Let’s put it on the fridge too!” Roman said, taking Remus’ drawing and placing it next to his many others of knights and princes. Not a single drawing on the fridge was Remus’.

Remus smiled brightly, happy to see his drawing on the fridge. “Come on, Remus! Let’s go draw some more!” Roman said, dragging Remus to the living room.

As soon as they were done, Patton took Remus’ drawing off the fridge. He looked at it with disgust and sighed.

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Patton knocked on Deceit’s door. “Come in.” He said firmly. Patton slammed open the door. “What the hell?!” Deceit said, surprised. He turned around and saw Patton. Deceit groaned. “What do you want?”

“I want you to look at this!” Patton said, showing Deceit the drawing that Remus made. “What about it?” Deceit said, looking at Patton.

“What about it?! It’s- It’s hideous! It’s terrifying! Think about the nightmares it could give Virgil!” Patton yelled. “It’s really not that bad.” Deceit said. “Not that- Not that bad!? It’s terrible! He’s a bad influence on Roman. I can’t stand it anymore. He HAS to go!" Patton said, crossing his arms. "Go?" Deceit said, raising his eyebrows. "Yes! Go! I can't have him ruining Thomas!" Patton yelled.

"You can't just kick him out. He's still young. Without guidance, he'll just get out of hand."

"Fine. Then you go too." Patton said.

"Do you- What? Do you even know what you are suggesting?"

"I'm not suggesting it. I'm telling you to do it. Me, Logan, Roman, and Virgil, will live a perfect life and help Thomas without you two." Patton said. "You do realize that by doing this, you are going to split the mindscape?"

"I. Don't. Care. You two are toxic and aren't needed to make Thomas happy."

 Deceit knew there would be no changing Patton's mind. If he wanted something, he was going to get it.

Deceit sighed. "Fine. But I'm taking Virgil with me." Patton scoffed. "No you aren't! He's mine."

"No. You are clearly too unstable to take care of a toddler. I will not have you brainwashing him. He'll grow stronger and you'll end up hating him as much as you hate Remus." Deceit said.

"Dad? You- hate me?" Remus said, standing in the doorway, tears in his eyes. Patton turned around and Deceit stood up. "I- no- I don't hate you! You're my child! Dads don't hate their children." Patton said walking up to Remus. "Some do." Deceit muttered and bent down to Remus's height. "Hey hun, go say goodbye to your brother."

"But- but why?" Remus asked. "I'll explain it later okay?" Deceit promised. Remus nodded and went to go see Roman.

"Happy? You made a child cry." Deceit said, walking off to go get Virgil.

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"Why do you have to leave?" Roman asked and Remus shrugged. "Deceit didn't say. But I think it's 'cause Dad hates me.."

"He doesn't hate you!" Roman said.

"Yeah he does. I heard them talking about me.."

 Roman wrapped Remus in a big hug. "I don't want you to leave.." Roman said, crying. "And I don't wanna leave." Remus said, hugging Roman back as he started crying.

Deceit, carrying Virgil, and Patton walked into the living room, to see Roman and Remus hugging and crying.

Patton pulled them away from each other. "Time to go, Remus!" Patton said, putting on a fake smile. Roman grabbed onto Patton. "Why!? Don't make him leave!"

"I'm sorry Kiddo I-"

"You hate him! You hate him! Why!? Why?! Why?!" Roman yelled, hitting Patton's legs.

"Roman, Hun, listen." Deceit said, placing Virgil down and leaning down to Roman's height. Roman turned to look at him. Deceit put his hands on Roman's shoulders. 

"Remus, Virgil, and I have go. There's no other way. I can't expect you to understand. But please try and be that strong prince I know you can be, okay?"

"But why do you have to go?" Roman said, voice quiet and cracking.

"It'll be better this way, okay?"

"Can you leave Virgil and take me? Please? I'll go! I can be strong there!" Roman pleaded. "Roman.. You can't go. You have to be strong and brave here. You'll be the knight in shining armor here, and Remus will be the one where we are going."

"But.."

"The world can be a cruel and dangerous place. So, you gotta be strong, okay? For me?" Deceit asked and Roman nodded. "Good. Love you tons." Deceit said, kissing Roman's forehead and standing up. 

Patton glared at Deceit and Deceit glared back. "Come on, Remus. We gotta go." Deceit said, picking Virgil back up. 

"Okay.." Remus said, heartbreak in his voice. They all turned and began to walk towards a door, with a dark and eerie glow. "Wait!" Roman yelled, running to go hug Remus. "I love you." Roman said. "I love you too." Remus said. They let go of each other and the three went through the door.

Roman ran up to Patton and wrapped his arms around his legs. "Why'd you make them leave?" Patton sat down on the couch and pulled Roman into his lap. "Well, it's because they are a danger to you, me and Logan. And even to Thomas!" Patton said, rubbing Roman's back. "But how?"

"Well, Kiddo, Deceit lies all the time. He can't stop lying."

"So all the nice things he said?"

"Were lies."

"But what about Remus?"

"He's even worse! He wants you to think that the things he thinks about or says are okay, but they really aren't! They can make Thomas do bad things!" Patton said. "But what about-"

"That's enough questions." Patton said, cutting Roman off. "Clean up your mess and get ready for dinner." Patton said, pulling Roman off of his lap and standing up.

Roman sniffed a little and took a deep breath. "Okay.."

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"Why'd we have to go?" Remus asked. "Well, Hun, I'm going to be completely honest with you. Patton made us leave."

"But why?"

"Well because he thinks we are bad- well evil."

"Are we?"

"No! Of course not! It's just that there are ways that society views things. And well, not all of the standards society sets are good ones. But we have to live this way.. Unfortunately."

"But- nevermind." Remus cut himself off. "What were you gonna say?" Deceit asks. "It's nothing. But what are we gonna have for dinner?"

"Well what do you want?" Deceit asks. "Pizza!" Virgil says from his new crib, giggling and smiling. "Yeah. Pizza."

"Okay. Pizza it is!" Deceit says, standing up to go get it.

Remus went up to his room.

"If it's bad guys they want, then it's bad guys they are gonna get." 

[candied-peach]

ao3: “discarded” rating: T warnings: sad af, some remus typical stuff, su movie spoilers, sympathetic remus, sympathetic deceit, dukeceit genre: hurt/comfort description: Remus waits. Deceit waits with him. (the song is “drift away” from steven universe the movie)

Happily waiting All on my own Under the endless sky Counting the seconds Standing alone

"You need to eat, Remus," Deceit says quietly, fiddling with his gloves. Remus shakes his head, gap-toothed smile never changing.

"Roman said he'd be right back," Remus says. "I gotta stay right here if I wanna win."

"Remus, I don't think Roman is coming back-" Deceit starts to say, but it's the wrong thing to say, he knows that immediately. Remus pivots on creaky, too-big boots, smile warping into a snarl.

"He'd never leave me!" Remus declares, his shout making Deceit's ears ring. "We're brothers!"

"You're right," Deceit placates, though the lie burns his tongue and makes his eyes water. "I'm sure he'll be here soon. Will you eat if I bring it to you?"

"Sure!" Remus says, back to his happy, energetic self. He bounces in place, his eyes fixated on the thick wooden door Roman disappeared through. "Maybe Roman can share mine!"

"Of course," Deceit says, his voice strained. Remus doesn't seem to notice.

You keep on turning pages for people who don't care People who don't care about you And still, it takes you ages to see that no one's there

"Roman's not coming back, is he?" Remus asks, his voice weary, his shoulders drooping. Deceit places one arm around his shoulders, carefully guiding him away from the door. Remus comes without protesting, casting one last look over his shoulder.

"No," Deceit says, and the truth is just as sharp as a lie. "He's not." Remus smiles at Deceit. It is a watery smile, a wobbly smile, and red and purple stamp the shadows under Remus's eyes, marking his exhaustion.

"I didn't think he was," Remus confesses, almost drunkenly, as Deceit guides him to bed. Deceit's bed, not Remus's. He doesn't trust Remus in his own cracked and broken corner of the imagination, not right now.

"I'm sorry, Remus," Deceit says, pulling Remus's boots off and tucking him into bed. Remus's hand comes up, clasping at his sleeve.

"Stay?" Remus requests, tears finally spilling down worn cheeks.

"Of course," Deceit says, and wraps Remus up in all six of his arms.

Remus cries all night, until he finally drifts into an uneasy sleep.

Isn't that cool? And isn't that cruel And aren't I a fool to have Happily listened Happy to stay

"Why, I'm your Creativity!" Remus proclaims. He doesn't give his brother so much as a glance, slumped at his feet. Even as Logan destroys his hold over Patton and Virgil, he keeps his gaze focused up, on everyone else but Roman.

"You should really make this the norm," Remus confides at the end. "A Thomas sandwich, hold the Roman lettuce. Roman will make you sick!" Pain flashes across Roman's face, for a microsecond, as Remus sinks down, back to the dark side commons, where Deceit waits.

"Remus, how did it go?" Deceit asks. Remus grins, flinging himself into Deceit's many arms, and letting his boyfriend twirl him around.

"Great, Dee Dee!" Remus chirps. "Thomas should be more honest with himself now."

"How are you?" Deceit questions, holding Remus at arm's length and studying him.

"I don't know," Remus admits. "It was- it was satisfying, hitting Roman with my morningstar, even if his head didn't crack open and I didn't squish his brains like popping a gumball. But-" His shoulders slump. "He never came back," Remus whispers. "Ever."

"No," Deceit says softly. "But I never left."

Remus clings to him as tightly as the octopus he's fascinated by.

"No, you didn't," he agrees. "Thank you, Dee Dee."

A hesitant knock sounds on the door, the one that's lain forgotten since a time neither of them can even remember. Slowly, it creaks open.

"Can I come in?" Roman asks.

[bing-fucker]

Hey, author deity! You said aliens? Well, I have an Intrulogical idea if you don't mind writing it? So, Logan is a human scientist exploring with his small crew, composed of the other sides. Deceit is a snakelike alien with a hemipenis, very similar to how he looks in canon, Remus has tentacles and is waay octopus-ier/aquatic. One day, the others are out doing some exploration/research and the two jump Logan in his lab (consensually of course) and declarations of love and lots of fluff ensue.

 Sure, darling.

Warnings: Xenophilia, Monster Fucking, Body Horror (hemipenis, tentacles, stomach and throat bulging), Dirty Talk, Deceit, Remus, Ovipositioning,

Other: They live in a research lab on the planet Dee and Remus are from.

Logan waved goodbye as the others left the research lab for the day. They were going off to explore some forest and check out the native flora to the planet. An activity that, while intellectually stimulating, Logan held no desire to partake in. Instead, he allowed Roman to go along with the other two, and he would man the station.

It was shaping up to be a pretty boring day, until there was a knock at the station door. Logan looked over curiously and opened the door to find two aliens. The native people of this planet all adopted rather animal-like qualities, from a variety of different animals. In front of Logan stood Dee, who seemed to embody a snake, except for his many arms, and Remus, a rather octopus-like person with a dirty mind and no filter. They were the aliens that the station had the most contact with, although they preferred Logan’s company over the other’s.

“Hello, Dee, Remus,” Logan greeted, ushering them into the lab. “What can I help you with?”

“Can’t we just want to see you?” Remus asked, peeking out of the tank of water he lived in and wrapping two tentacles around Logan’s waist in some semblance of a hug. Remus didn’t technically need the water to live, but he did prefer it. And it pissed Virgil off, so Remus was always happy to use his tank.

“I suppose you can,” Logan said, carefully unwrapping Remus’ tentacles from his waist and cringing at the pink slime now seeping through his shirt. “Remus, what did I tell you about aphrodisiacs?”

Remus looked at the ground, actually looking a bit ashamed of himself. Logan huffed softly and pat Remus’ head, shucking off his shirt and cleaning himself up.

“You seem rather stressed lately,” Dee said, placing two hands against Logan’s back. “Is something the matter?”

“I’m fine, but you’re rather quiet today,” Logan responded, looking at his alien friend curiously.

“Oh, just thinking about something else,” Dee said, pulling Logan’s back flush against his chest. “Would you like to know what it is that we’re thinking about?” Remus grinned and bid them closer, which Dee gladly responded to by walking Logan over to the tank.

“Oh, I think I can guess,” Logan replied, blushing as Remus’ tentacles gently joined two of Deceit’s arms in holding him.

“Is it objectable?” Dee asked, kissing Logan’s neck, his fangs dragging gently against the skin.

“N-not at all,” Logan responded, blushing heavily and leaning into Dee’s chest. “Quite the opposite.”

“Then how about we play a little?” Remus purred, pulling himself out of his tank and licking up Logan’s chest. Logan blushed at the trail of slimy saliva left behind by Remus' long tongue.

“Now, now, Remus,” Dee purred. “Tongues to yourself. Isn’t there something else you’d rather be doing?”

Remus grinned and moved his tentacles down to Logan’s pants, quickly pulling them off and leaning down, eagerly taking Logan’s hardening cock into his mouth. Logan gasped and leaned further against Dee.

“Look how eager he is,” Dee laughed, kissing Logan’s neck gently. “He always uses far too many teeth for me, but I suppose a slut such as yourself would enjoy it.”

Logan moaned weakly and nodded, yelping softly as two of Deceit’s hands spread his ass cheeks. “Wh-what’s that for?” he asked breathlessly.

“Oh, just making it easier for our dear Remus to enter you. That is, if you’d like him to?”

“Yes,” Logan breathed. “God, yes.” Remus grinned and pushed three of his tentacles in, the thick appendages slipping in far easier than Logan thought they would. Logan cried out loudly, arching his back and moaning.

“Look how good you take those,” Dee purred, kissing his neck. “You were just made for this, hm? To be fucked so thoroughly. Do they hurt?”

“A-a little, but not as much as they should,” Logan panted.

“Good. That’s the result of the aphrodisiac earlier. A small enough dose that you could think clearly enough to give consent, but big enough that it would make fucking you easier. And more pleasurable.”

Logan moaned louder, rocking his hips back against Remus’ tentacles. In the distance, the sound of the station’s door opening clanged.

“Uh-oh,” Dee purred, running his hands through Remus’ hair. “It seems we’ll have to keep you quiet. Remus, if you would?”

Remus nodded and picked Dee up with another tentacle, lifting him up so his crotch was at Logan’s mouth.

Logan whimpered and quickly pulled down Dee’s pants, gasping in shock at the sight of his two cocks.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” Dee purred, rubbing his cocks gently against Logan’s face.

“Please,” Logan whimpered, drooling. “Need them...”

“I know, darling,” Dee said, “Open wide.” Logan quickly followed orders, opening his mouth as wide as he could and sticking out his tongue. Dee pushed the heads of his cocks in, groaning softly at the feeling. Logan’s lips stretched further around his cocks, but it didn’t hurt. Instead, it felt rather good. And that, combined with Remus fucking him and sucking his cock at the same time, lead to Logan quickly cumming.

“How cute,” Dee purred, pushing his cocks further into Logan’s mouth. “So quick to cum just from a little taste.”

“It’s rather adorable,” Remus comment, his tentacle writhing further into the human. “Look at how big his belly is. I bet you were just made to be bred, hm~” Logan moaned softly as Dee pushed his cocks down his throat. Remus giggled maniacally and rubbed Logan’s bulging stomach, feeling how his tentacles squirmed and moved through the human.

“It’s rather cute, isn’t it?” Dee commented, massaging his cocks through the outside of Logan’s throat as he fucked his face brutally. “How much of a slut our little nerd can be.” Logan moaned loudly at the term, whimpering softly as he came again.

“Oh, dear,” Remus commented. “He’s already cum twice, and we haven’t even got to go once. I think we should move a bit faster~”

“Yes, I agree,” Dee purred, kissing Logan’s sweat-soaked forehead gently before setting a brutal pace fucking his throat, breaking his glasses in the process.

Remus groaned and pushed another tentacle into him, admiring the way Logan’s body easily stretched to fit him. Logan whimpered and swallowed weakly around  Dee’s cocks. Dee cried out and gripped Logan’s hair harshly, pressing Logan’s face against his crotch as he came down his throat.

Remus licked his lips at the sight and kept going, biting savagely into Logan’s shoulder as he came, forcing his eggs inside of him.

Dee panted and pulled away, motioning for Remus to set him down. Remus complied and giggled at the cum that joined Logan’s saliva and tears in leaking down his face.

“Are you okay?” Dee asked, gently wiping the tears away.

Logan nodded. “H-humans naturally cry when our gag reflex is triggered. Don’t worry, I quite enjoyed what you did.”

Dee smiled faintly and kissed his forehead. “Remus, I think we should get our little mate cleaned up,” he purred, rubbing Logan’s stomach gently. Logan winced slightly at the feeling of the eggs moving inside of him, and Remus whined unhappily.

“Hey, Lo, have you seen th-” the three partners turned to see one of Logan’s colleagues, Virgil, standing in the now open doorway. He sighed deeply. “Great. We’re gonna have to call Houston,” he muttered, leaving the room quickly.

Remus giggled and reluctantly pulled out, hugging Dee and Logan tightly. “That’ll be a fun conversation!”

[deadanddeactivated]

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Put on Your Pants

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairing:  DLAMP Characters: Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Logan, Patton, Roman Notes: Day 12 of the fluffuary event being hosted by @tsshipmonth2020​​ - DLAMP.  i am so far behind opps. Summary:  Remus doesn't really mean to meet his brother's soulmates first. He just sort of does.

AO3

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In a world of soulmates, Virgil sometimes wonders what end of the stick he got when words started appearing on his skin.  They weren’t First Words or Love Words, static words that marked a special moment.  Rather they were Written Words - the things that his soulmates had written on their skin.  Or drawn.  Or accidentally marked themselves with.  Basically whatever ink spills onto his soulmates, leaks onto his.  

Sometimes it’s nice, like the little ‘I love you’ that always appears in light blue pen at his wrist.  Other times it’s annoying, like back when he was trying to figure out exactly how many soulmates he had.  

The ink only remains on him as long as it remains on them.  Which is why that ‘I love you’ is usually faded by the time he goes to bed but fresh in the morning.  It’s also how he got a completely free and mostly painless tattoo of a yellow snake on his hip.

But there’s a thousand other connections Virgil could have developed, and sometimes that thought keeps him up at night.

A timer would have been interesting.  An exact count of the seconds until he met his soulmate, or the moment he fell in love with them.  It also would have been terrifying and a lot of pressure and Virgil’s really glad he didn’t get a timer.

First Words might have been nice.  Solid words that didn’t change or fade.  But then he ran the risk of having terrible first words, or gerentic ones.  Sure, no one really greets strangers with a ‘hello’ for that exact reason but the risk is always there.  And what if he misheard someone?  Or if two people said his words?  It all sounds like such a nightmare.

Virgil would just straight up hate having a first touch soulmark.  He isn’t a touchy-feely type person, just brushing up against a stranger in the street leaves him wound tight all day.  And what if that was how he and his soulmate touched?  He’d never notice.

Of course there are also the invisible connections.  Like Strings of Fate, or Guides.  Then there were the colourblind soulmates.  And the mental connections.  Virgil’s pretty sure any type would make him nervous.  It’d be too easy to ignore the strings and guide, to run away from who fate deems his match.  Being colourblind doesn’t seem too bad, but Virgil would always be doubting if he had soulmates at all.  Same if he had something like a soul song.

Besides, he’s seen Aunt Patty cornering his cousins with invisible connections before, grilling them for news way worse than everyone else.  That is something he’d rather avoid, thank you very much.

So yeah, Virgil often wonders about the other connections.  But usually he decides written words suit him just fine.  

Usually.

“Oh come on.”  Virgil complains when he steps out of the shower.  Red’s got a moustache drawn across his face, which means Virgil has a moustache across his face.  Virgil also has class today.  Where people will see the moustache across his face.  And stare.

“I so don’t need this today.”  He grumbles.  Unfortunately, there’s really no avoiding it.  He can’t miss this class.  Only hope his soulmate will rub the moustache off soon.

Another piece of ink catches his eye as he gets dressed.  Light blue ink right beneath the usual ‘I love you’.  ‘Sorry!  It was a joke! -- thinks hes funny.’  One word, likely a name, is smudged and unreadable.  Like names always are.  Virgil isn’t sure if Light Blue doesn’t know those details wouldn’t show up or if they just never think about it.  

What he does know is that Light Blue and Red have met, a few months ago at least.  He figured it out when the usual ‘I love you’ appeared in red text on his other wrist, the handwriting matching Light Blue’s perfectly.

Virgil also knows that, despite Light Blue’s tendency to talk to him, none of his soulmates share his Written Words.  Which is fine, it’s whatever.  Most soulmates don’t share a connection.

He’s pretty sure Red can see strings, based on the rings they sometimes draw around the base of their fingers.  Light Blue told him he has Love Words, one night long ago when he was wondering about a person he doesn’t know exists.  Virgil has suspicions that Yellow is coloured, because sometimes they write the names of colours up their arms.  To Virgil they’re all yellow, but he doubts that's accurate.  Dark Blue is a mystery.  If Virgil had to guess, he’d say Dark Blue has Timers because, very occasionally, Dark Blue writes numbers and dates that don’t quite match their usual science-math mumbo jumbo.

All of that is fine with Virgil.

Really.

“Put it out of your head Virgil.”  He orders himself, huffing.  Why is he so focused on his soulmates this morning?  Does a stupid moustache prank really have him digging deep right now?

Or, a quiet and very honest voice says in the back of his head, maybe it’s because it’s your birthday.  Which, Virgil knows, is much more likely.  That doesn’t mean he wants to admit it.

So what if it’s his birthday?  So what if he’s another year older and no closer to finding his soulmates?

So what if it’s another year he doesn’t even exist in their lives.  Not really.  Not the way they exist in his.

Because if he’s right about his soulmates, then they don’t have a changing connection like his.  They have some flat, unchanging thing that doesn’t tell them anything.

But Virgil?  Virgil already knows them.  He knows that Red likes theatre, because they’re always writing down their lines or the dates of shows or the roles they want, sometimes later circling the ones they got.  He also knows that Red always forgets the milk.

Then there’s Light Blue, who will write on his skin for hours because he doesn’t want Virgil to feel alone.  Even though he doesn’t even know Virgil’s there, reading his every word.  He also sounds like the sweetest person on Earth.

Yellow likes to draw.  They also have a pet snake, and a pet rat.  Virgil thinks they’re terrible with names too, because they like to write people's names only to give them little nicknames or descriptions.  

Dark Blue probably writes the least, but when they write boy do they write.  Virgil’s arms have been covered in various math formulas and half-finished thoughts.  It’s like Dark Blue can’t find enough paper in the world to contain all the thoughts in their head.

That’s what his soulmates are to him.  Full people that… well, that he’s sort of already fallen in love with.

It hurts to think they know nothing about him.  

“Okay great, I guess we’re just having a bad day today.”  Virgil huffs, fitting a scarf over his face in hopes it’ll cover the red moustache.  It must have been drawn in some heavy duty stuff.  

Great.

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“Trying to look anime instead of emo today?”  Virgil sighs as he falls into his seat, not even sure he wants to give Remus a response.  No matter what he says, Remus is likely to make something of it and Virgil just isn’t sure he has the energy.

Of course, his friend is likely to make something of it even if he doesn’t say anything so…

“No.”  He admits, pulling the scarf down to reveal the mark.  “Apparently someone played a prank on Red this morning.”  Remus gasps, then grins.

“Matchy!”  He says.  

“Sadly.”  Virgil agrees, rolling his eyes and fixing his scarf back up.  “Hopefully by tomorrow they’ll both be gone.”  This time Remus’ gasp is more offended.

“Are you insulting my moustache good sir?”  He demands.

“Always.”  Virgil smirks.

“I’d throw my gauntlet at you but Roman refuses to give it back.”  He claims. 

“You’d duel me on my birthday?”  Virgil asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh most certainly.  It’s like birthday punches but with sharp pointy things!”  Remus grins.  “But, since it is your birthday…”  Virgil’s amusement turns to caution at the look in Remus’ eye.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.”  He warns.

“I won’t, I won’t!”  Remus assures, brushing him off.  “I’m just saying you should come to my dorm later to get your present.”

“Isn’t that my present there?”  Virgil asks, gesturing towards the lump on the desk, horribly wrapped in a mix of purple spider-themed paper (the spiders look self-drawn) and green octopus paper.

“Nop!”  Remus claims, very concerning grin on his face.  “This is something else!”

“Seriously?”  Virgil sighs.

“As a heart-attack!”  Remus grins, and then grins all the more as Virgil mutters about how that doesn’t work.

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‘It’s ready!’  Virgil sighs at the message for the thousandth time, trying to pretend he wasn’t nervous.  And excited.  Nercited.  Oh god, he’s been spending way too much time with Remus lately.

And he’s about to be spending more time with him too, because he’s just reached the door to Remus’ dorm and the mysterious birthday present beyond.  Raising his hand to knock, telling himself he just wanted to get this over with, Virgil pauses right before his hand connects with the door.

“Remus, this is ridiculous!”  An unfamiliar voice snaps from the other side of the door.  Does Remus have guests?  Although it could be Remus’ roommate, that guys so exlusive Virgil’s not convinced he exists.  Should he still go in?

“Just trust me Ro, you’ll love this!”  That’s Remus.  What is he talking about?  Surely it’s not… no, Remus wouldn’t be trying to play a prank of him.  He’s better than that.  Right?

“I don’t trust you.”  Mysterious Person, possibly roommate, probably ‘Ro’, huffs.

“Oh come on Roman,” a new mysterious voice speaks up, “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

“The last time you said that I ended up with a moustache drawn on my face!” 

What?

“Shush!”  Remus shushes the other.  “Shhhhhhhh!”

What?

Did, did Virgil hear that right?  Surely he didn’t.  Surely he misheard, or it was a coincedience or- 

A ding sounds from his pocket as Virgil’s phone goes off.  The door opens a second later, revealing a wide-eyed Virgil with his arms still raised to a pouting Remus.

“You heard, didn’t you?”  He whines.  “Roman you stole my thunder!”

“What?”  Virgil finally manages to say it as Remus steps back, revealing the owners of the mysterious voices.  Two men are standing side by side in the middle of the dorm, chests wrapped together with a mix of purple wrapping paper and green paper covered in octopus’.  One has browny-blond hair and big blue eyes framed with glasses.  He smiles at Virgil, seeming entirely unbothered by Remus’ sheddigans.

The other man is clearly the twin brother that Remus has mentioned having.  They’re practically spitting images of each other, although this one looks more… well, less like a chaotic mess.  He has his arms crossed and a moment ago he sounded very put upon.  But now?  Now he’s staring at Virgil like a deer in headlights.

A lot like Virgil is staring at the two of them really.

Surely these aren’t…

That can’t be possible, right?

But right under the twins nose is a somewhat smudged, slightly faded moustache.  It’s drawn in a black marker but it other wise matches the red mark on Virgil’s face perfectly.

“Hi!”  The blond greets, waving.  “I’m Patton!  You’re a friend of Remus’, right?”

“Um, hi?”  Virgil manages, swallowing around the lump in his throat.  If Remus’ twin is Red, and Virgil is starting to really think hope he is, would that mean Patton is Light Blue?

Holy shit was Virgil really… really staring at half his soulmates right now?

“He’s a friend of mine, but his much more to you.”  Remus says, grinning ear to ear and wrapping and arm around Virgil’s shoulder.  Still stunned, Virgil doesn’t even push him off.

“Huh?”  Patton asks, tilting his head tiltly.  In response, Roman holds up his hand and wiggles a finger.  Virgil can just barely make out the purple ring at the base of the finger.  “Oh my gosh, really?”  He asks, hands raised to cover his gasp and growing smile.

“I uh, I think so.”  Virgil says.

“Well I know so!”  Remus grins.  “I recongized that moustache immediantly, I mean I did draw the original.  Aren’t I the best best friend?  I got you your soulmates for your birthday!  They’re even wrapped!”

Virgil takes a moment to let that sink in.  

And then…

“You got me stuck with a moustache on my face!”  He accuses, turning to glare at Remus.

“It was for a good cause!”  Remus claims.

“Good cause my ass.”  Roman huffs.

“This is so exciting!”  Patton grins, bouncing and accidentally breaking the wrapping Remus had done, much to the mams dismay.  Without the paper in the way, Patton quickly bounded over to grab Virgil’s arms.  “What’s your name?  What’s your soulmate connection?  Wait, you were talking about the moustache does that mean you have Written Words?  Oh my gosh that’s so exciting!  Does that mean you got my words?”  Words tumble out of his mouth so fast that it takes Virgil a moment to catch up.

“Uh,” he starts, “I’m Virgil.  And uh, yeah.  Um…” he trails off again, not quite sure what he’s meant to say.  So instead he gently pulls his arm out of Patton’s hold, turning it over so he can see the words there.  Words that Patton wrote.  Every morning.  Holy shit.

“Oh my gosh!!”  Patton squealled, pulling Virgil closer to look at the words.

“Babe you’re overwhelming him.”  Roman warns, having recovered a lot more completely than Virgil has.

“Oh please.”  Remus says, leaning more completely on Virgil’s side.  “I’m the most overwhelming person he knows.”  This time Virgil has the sense of self to bump Remus off, although he has to do it with his shoulders since Patton still has his arms.

“That’s not a good thing.”  He huffs.  

“Ignore my brother.”  Roman says, he taps Patton’s shoulder and Patton, begrudingly, steps away.  Virgil’s arms don’t stay free for long, Roman taking his hand and bowing over it.  “I am Roman Prince, I have been searching all my life for you Virgil.  You are more beautiful than I ever dreamed.”  He says, ending his little speech with a kiss to the back of Virgil’s hands.

“Uh,” is all Virgil can manage, his face flushed red.

“That was really good Ro!  You didn’t even stutter this time!”  Patton praises, making Roman’s face turn red as he stands back up.

“Patton!  You’re not meant to tell him that!”  He hisses.  His face goes all the redder when Virgil laughs. 

He knows these people, he suddenly remembers, he’s known them all his life.  Red is just as dramatic in person, Light Blue just as sweet.  Virgil never should have expected anything different.  The thought calms him.  Why was he so overwhelmed in the first place?  

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you to find me, Roman Prince.”  He teases, laughing again when Roman stutters.  It reminds him of the grand declarations Red would write, the hearts he would draw, only to quickly scribble them out in embarrassment.  It’s cute.

“Using our dorm for a party I see.”  A new voice speaks up.  “And blocking the doorway.”

“Hey De!”  Remus grins.  “Guys this is my roommate, I told you he was real!”  The three soulmates look over, meeting the mysterious mans yellow eyes.  Roman makes a strangled noise but Virgil doesn’t get time to think about that.  He’s a bit distracted as De’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he stumbles. 

“Shit.”  Virgil curses, quickly stepping forward to catch the stranger. 

“I’m fine.”  De claims, eyes already blinking open again.  “It was just… lots of colour, rather quickly.”

“Oh my gosh!”  Patton grins, looking from the now yellow band on Roman’s wrist to the new comer.

“I am the bestest best friend and the bestest rommate!”  Remus announces, cheering.

“Huh.”  Is all Virgil can manage for the moment, staring at his soulmate as gets back on his feet.

He’ll never actually tell Remus this but… yeah, best birthday present ever.

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“I am determined to find our last soulmate first.”  Roman announces, slamming his lunch onto the table the others have claimed for lunch. 

“I’m still reeling from the fact there’s only one.”  De, actually Dante, says.  It didn’t take long for him, and Virgil, to get used to Roman’s particular brand of dramatics.  Or Patton’s practicular brand of ‘constantly, unintentionally adorable’. 

“I’m sorry!”  Virgil says for the thousandth time, although there’s no heat in it.  “I can’t help my eye colour!”

“Colours.”  Dante corrects.  He’d been only a little put out when he realized Virgil had mismatching eyes, apparently he’d spent his life assuming he’d have five soulmates not four.  That has been added to Virgil’s ‘con’ list for being colourblind.

The little messages his soulmates send him have been added to the ‘pro’ list for Written Words, not that he’ll say aloud how much he loves them.

“Why first?”  Patton asks, because he’s a kind heart who will actually play along and not just tease Roman.

“Because Remus keeps meeting my soulmates first!  He’s convinced he’ll meet our last soulmate first, and I won’t let him!”  Roman explains.

“Well he does have a fairly good track record.”  Virgil says.

“You meet Patton first at least.”  Dante offers.

“No, I meet Remus first.”  Patton admits.  

“Patton was his favoruite barasita.”  Roman says, like it’s some great tradegy.

“You know, it shocks me how good he is at finding soulmates.  He couldn’t even find out classroom today.”  Virgil says.

“Seriously?”  Dante asks, smirking.

“Yep.  Apparently he ended up in some science class and decided to just stick around.  He made a friend though.”  Virgil elbroates, pulling out the text messages they’d been sending earlier that day.

“Oh, maybe his friend is our soulmate!”  Patton suggests, deaf to Roman’s dramatic ‘noooooo’.  “He does write a lot of science-y things, right Virgil?”

“Lots of people do science-y things Patton.”  Virgil points out.

“Still, maybe there’s a clue in the things he writes to you.”  Dante says.

“He doesn’t write anything to me, he just writes on his arm.”  Virgil argues.

“There has to be some sort of clue.”  Roman claims, suddenly in good spirits again.  “This could help us track him down, so we can meet him before Remus.”

“I hate to break it to you but any ‘clues’ would probably be smudged.”  Virgil shrugs.  “All I know is that he’s probably got a timer.”

“A timer?”  Patton asks.  “How can you tell?”

“Well it writes weird dates sometimes.”  Virgil explains, lifting his sleeve to show the date on his shoulder.  There’s a date about three weeks from now, which has be crossed out.  “But it changes almost every time.”

“I hear that’s common with timers.”  Roman says.  “Apparently the timer changes when your fate changes, like you were meant to meet today but you missed your train and now your won’t meet for another three months.”

“Seriously?”  Virgil frowns.  “Okay that’s terrifying.”

“I like it.”  Dante says.  “Soulmates seem way too ‘free choice is a myth, our lifes are completely pre-determined’, you know?”

“Okay!  Let’s not have another one of those talks!  I need to sleep tonight!”  Patton quickly shuts that down.  

“Yes, let’s go back to talking about how we’re going to meet our soulmate before my brother!”  Roman says.  “If he’s crossed it out, does that mean that’s not the date anymore?  What’s the new date?”

“How am I meant to know?”  Virgil sighs.

“Hey guys!”  Remus calls out.  “Look I made a friend!  His names Logan.”  He gestures to the man beside him who suddenly raises a hand to his head, wincing.

“Go away Remus, I’m trying to organize how to meet my soulmate without you.”  Roman says, back to his brother.

“Might be too late for that.”  Dante warns. 

“Seriously?”  Virgil asks, looking from Dante’s smirk to the new comer.  Roman turns to look, eyes glued to the end of a red string that no one else can see.

“Oh come on!”  He exclaims, frowning.

“Four for four!”  Roman cheers.  

“Why does Remus keep meeting my soulmates first?!”  Roman demands, standing from the table to glare at his brother, hands on his hips.  For his part, Remus is finding quite a bit of amusement in his brothers annoyance.

“Oh last soulmate!!”  Patton grins, jumping from the table to wrap his arms around Logan.  “We found you!”

“Or Remus found you, he has a habit of that.”  Virgil says.

“It’s a horrible cruelty of fate.”  Roman huffs.

“Way not to be overwhelming everyone.”  Dante comments, resting his cheek on his hands as he looks between Patton, Roman, and Logan.  Virgil just watches Logan, seeing all the stages of surprise and confusion that he went through meeting Pat and Roman.

“Ah,” Logan finally manages to speak, “I was wondering why they suddenly all matched.”

“What luck!”  Patton grins.

“Remus luck.”  Virgil says.

“Stop giving Remus all the credit for my soulmates!”  Roman snaps.

“We’re not just your soulmates.”  Virgil argues, just to rile Roman up a bit more.  As they bicker, Patton lets go of Logan and instead leads him to their table.  It was a little cramped with just the first of them but they managed the six.

“They’re always like this.”  Dante warns from his spot across from Logan.

“Don’t lump me in with them.”  Virgil says, only to immediately return to his overplayed argument with Roman.

“Believe it or not, this is actually them giving you space.  De almost passed out when he met everyone.”  Remus faux whispers to Logan.

“It was because of the colour!”  De claims, face turning red.

“Oh my god!”  Patton exclaims, suddenly standing and looking mortified.  “We didn’t do introductions!”

“I think,” Logan tells De, looking over the chaos, “I might not mind.”

“Yeah, they get you like that.”  Dante sighs.

“Don’t let him follow you, he’s just as bad.”  Virgil says.

“Oh so’s Logan, you guys just didn’t see him in class.”  Remus grins.

“Falsehood!”  Logan claims.  Virgil can’t help but laugh, grinning as he feels something settling.  They go through proper introductions.  Roman goes last, giving his customary prince-y bow.  And then getting flustered as Patton, Dante, and Virgil clap because they’d made a secret pact and they all agree Roman looks adorable flustered.

When Virgil goes home, he’ll fret that they scared Logan off.  He’ll worry they were too much.

But tomorrow, Logan will join them for lunch once more.  And the day after, and the day after.  Then, when the semester ends and they have the time, they’ll all look for a place to live together.

And when Roman comes home, grumbling about how Remus found his own soulmates and Roman wasn’t at all involved, Logan will be there to chuckle about it.  

All of them will be.