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I swear I'm gonna start biting all the "Vinsmoke" taggers. Sanji could not have made it more explicitly clear in the Anime that he HATES that family, those abusive pieces of shit, and wants NOTHING to do with that name or even any association with them.
And every day I come on here and see such lovingly crafted fan arts of Sanji by people who seem to love him so much, only to be TAINTED with that fucking #Vinsmoke Sanji tag.
Like??? Are we blind here??? That's not his name. It's BLACK LEG Sanji, named after his FATHER, Red Leg Zeff. Get it right.
He has no connection to those abusers anymore.
#One Piece#Sanji#Black Leg Sanji#Vinsmokes#Vinsmoke Sanji#Sanji Vinsmoke#I'm only tagging these two so they show up in the tags of people who do it ^^^#Sanji is NOT a Vinsmoke#And he Never Will Be#So stop tagging his deadname#He hates it
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google how do i tell my dad that the reason i keep bringing up elon musk's transphobia isn't that i've got gen z political tunnel vision that makes me blind to his "innovation" in electric cars but because i am desperately crying out for you as the father of a trans child to feel just as outraged and angry as i am that that man has so much power
#edit: warning the tags get pretty personal whoops. however tumblr is like a diary to me so. but if discussions of father issues arent for u#it's not anything he's directly said but like. when we talk about it i can tell he's clinging to this like#image of musk as this inventor working for the good of humanity#because he's admired him for a long time and like i get it it's hard to let go of your heroes when it turns out they're trash#but. he's always been trash. is the thing. and i've been saying this.#and it would be nice to feel some solidarity! or support! or empathy idk!#and not like. lectures why tesla is actually progressive or why spacex is the best thing to happen to science since fucking penicillin#and sometimes ppl who push the world towards progress rub people the wrong way#god like. we were in the car the other day talking about it and i mentioned tesla moving to texas bc of the law protecting trans kids#and he mumbled something like well sure yeah he said that but Really... really it's about the taxes......#okay!! who give a shit! that's not the point! the point is that he's got fucking legions of alt right fanboys who hang off his every word#so when he says something that is good for trans people is actually dangerous and bad and hurts kids#and when he openly publicly deadnames and misgenders and LIES about his TRANS DAUGHTER. it's fucking dangerous! and it makes trans people#(IE ME. YOUR CHILD.)#feel unsafe!#it should get you angry! it should make you rethink how you saw him previously! it should make you want to stop supporting him!#idk. i mean my dad has never been like. against me being trans. and he's worked really hard on the pronouns and not deadnaming me#but it's stuff like this where it feels like he doesn't grasp how he's de-prioritizing my perspective as a trans person and.#his Child.#and how his first reaction to me starting t was 'no.. why would you do that :('#it just feels bad. i love him so much but it's shit like this that makes me feel like i don't matter to him or like i'm disappointing him#and then he gets confused when i tell him that i feel that way#wow! sorry for this. i should get serious about finding a therapist i dont think i knew i felt all this until i typed it out#im gonna add a tag at the beginning of this. as a warning. lolololol. lol. anyway#got 2 pick up my t tomorrow and also email my dr for more wellbutrin haha slay! hit the slay button. dispenses ssris.#god i'm so tired sorry i'm delirious actually. also i saw my brother this weekend which was so nice and he's such a weirdo which also#makes me weirder by proxy
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#tag talk#as much as I hate to see the social cinema grow as I get new followers. we're at a good and satisfying number. and I like that#also also also. I've introduced a friend to Hannibal (tv show) and he's loving it and I'm so happy cause none of#of my other friends have been able to stomach the body horror. so it's super cool to find someone to hype over it with#another random story that I genuinely can't remember if I said already. got told by a kid in minecraft that he's smiled a lot more around me#which. huge compliment. genuine honor to make people happy and smile and laugh#people don't laugh enough. we don't smile enough. be happy or die. and I'm too powerful to die. been there. haven't done that#cry and then laugh and then punch as hard as you can.#got to visit some of my favorite residents from the nursing home I first worked at. lotta new staff but my three favorite nurses are still#which is nice. I cried when I left that job because even though it crushed my soul I loved my coworkers and most of my residents.#I get why some healthcare workers grind themselves to the bone for the job. you're making such a huge difference in people's lives.#I tried but didn't have the fortitude for it. but it's nice to be able to go back and say hi to the friends I made and see how things are.#anyway. sorry for being weird like.. one or two weeks ago. I think things are settling out again. moving is rough but we're making it work#It's been a lot of Lear again lately. especially while being at my parents house. he doesn't mind being deadnamed as much sooo....#idk. at least one of us is capable of surviving the dmv and the state medicaid website. heaven knows I can't manage.#trying to stop using him as a crutch for getting things done has just resulted in us not being able to get things done.#but I don't want to be someone else I want to be me. I don't want to be the armor I want to be the human inside.#I don't want to live defensively. pushing everyone away. I can't do that.#anyway. we're back home! and work is on the horizon. hopefully this job works out cause I don't want to have to apply for new jobs.#the hr rep is a man at this store and I immediately got set on edge and our voice dropped as I stepped back.#then we introduced ourselves with the wrong name and he got confused and I just felt stupid about it#but how am I supposed to know which name he's been told. he didn't even use our paperwork name. Anyway that was a disaster#but we're on track and embarrassment is not a setback but a feeling about the way things progress. and it is progress we're making
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@jegulus-microfic | march 7 phase | words: 644
tw: transphobia, anger issues, swearing
When Walburga finally passed away, Regulus and Sirius took their partners to check if there was anything worth keeping in the house they grew up in.
As they entered a shiver went down Regulus spine, all the horrible memories coming back. He wanted to leave as soon as he saw the family portrait hung on the wall across from the entrance. There were four figures painted on it - Walburga, who looked terrifying even in a painting that was supposed to warm her image; next to her stood Orion, haughty, with a mustache covering his mouth; they both had one of their hands each on the shoulders of their children - Sirius and someone Regulus never was.
"Love, you're shaking," a soft whisper came to his ear as a hand reached his back, squeezing lightly in a comforting gesture, calming him down a little. "They're gone, nothing's going to happen, I've got you," James murmured into his hair, kissing him there a moment later.
Feeling a bit less stressed Regulus nodded and smiled at his fiancé, taking his hand. James smiled, too, squeezing the hand lightly.
As they went through the Grimmauld Place lots of expensive, mostly useless shit was found - some swords, ancient piano, silverware made of real silver, Dior plates (why? just… why?) and paintings by famous painters such as Rubens, Monet and some others. Reaching second floor Regulus immediately went to scratch off the name tag on his old room’s door.
"This bitch! She could have just left it, but of course not! It would be too much of a disgrace to the family if anyone noticed!" he yelled, as the tag fell to the floor piece by piece. Regulus started banging on the door, angry to the point that tears of frustration started streaming down his face. "You could’ve just tear it off and not put another one on, but of course you’re too envious for that! I hate you! Do you hear me?! I!" bang. "Hate!" bang. "YOU!" Regulus may have acted a bit psychotically, but who wouldn't in his situation? His own mother was being transphobic towards him even from her grave.
When he calmed down few minutes later, James approached him, kneeling by his side and whipping the tears away. "Better?" he asked Regulus and he responded with a small nod. At that James pulled Reg to his chest and held tight, whispering sweet nothings to him.
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A few hours after Regulus' breakdown, they had packed up all of their old clothes (most of them were to be sold and the rest would be given to their future children), grabbed some of the nicer things their parents had left behind, and sat in the living room with tea and an old photo album. As they flipped through the pages there were comments like ‘Don’t you have any normal pictures? Like, from a bathtub or a playground or something?’, provided mostly by Remus.
When Regulus turned another page James gasped and Remus whistled. In the photo, he sat at the Christmas Eve table with freshly cut short hair, wearing a black suit and matching tie.
"Your inner Sirius awoke that year, huh?" his brother-in-law asked with amusement.
"Oh, his inner Sirius awoke to the point he even wore a binder to piss them off further. And I, as an ally, acted like I didn’t know who they were referring to anytime someone used his deadname. Mother told me to stop then, remember Reggie?" his brother asked, turning to him. "She said that it was just a phase" they both laughed at the memory. Yes, Walburga almost had a stroke as Regulus walked down the stairs in one of Sirius’ old suits and a new haircut. She was so stunned she forgot to punish him after everyone went home.
"Well," Reg said, smirking smugly "I guess it wasn’t just a phase, mother."
#jegulus#starchaser#dead gay wizards#james potter#james x regulus#regulus black#jegulus microfic#marauders#the marauders#trans regulus
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Gravity falls headcanon thing?
Dipper is trans (FTM). And has been identifying as a boy since like 4. So Mable is all in his trans business and gives not a single fuck. Of course, because she's a Tumblr online girly, she finds out about the Miku Binder. And falls in love. She spends months searching for one, even attempts making one herself. Untill she finds an Etsy seller who's made a few and buys one. It's not cheap, she wipes out her savings for this. The base binder is high quality, better than anything Dipper has, especially as Dipper gets older and needs more compression. Mable gives Dipper the Miku Binder on his birthday. She's screaming as he opens the gift because she's just so exited for him to see it. Of course when Dipper lays eyes on it, he's horrified. Of course she'd get him an embarrassing gift like this! Of course she'd make this whole thing into a joke! But then Dipper stops, he thinks about that trans kid support group his parents have him in at school... How some of those kids siblings fucking hate them. Deadname then, misgender them, destroy there binders... Dipper looks at the binders tag and realizes its the best binder brand out there. This was at least 100 dollars before the Miku transformation, who knows how much she sank on this gift. But sitting there, with a sister, a twin, who so fully and wholly accepted him, who wholeheartedly spent her savings to buy him a gender affirming garment, when she didn't have to... Dipper thanks Mable for the gift. He promises to try it on after he finished with the other gifts. He wears it every day until he's 19. But he keeps the Miku Binder in his closet, long after top surgery, long after his wedding, long after his kids go to college, he keeps it untill he and Mable are both gone.
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AITA for headcanoning deadnames for trans characters for symbolism purposes?
im a trans guy (minor if it matters) who's been a fan of this one show for a little over a year. none of the characters are canonically trans, but there's a lot of trans allegories to be drawn from the material if you're me or my mutuals at least. the two main characters are both male and i ended up developing an au where they're both explicitly transmasc as a way for me to just explore trans themes in an alternate narrative. i haven't begun writing it yet but definitely plan to once i feel like it's solidly locked in my brain, and i've been sharing snippets & concepts every so often.
part of this was thinking of how they would've chosen their current names, and name symbolism got me considering what they would've changed them away from as well. one character i thought could've initially been named after his mother so i can draw contrasts between the two, and the name i decided on for her has a meaning that highlights her relationship with her father (and the character's relationship with his father in turn); it's also the name of the character's daughter figure in the show. a lot of the other main character's backstory kind of revolves around his dead sister, so i thought by making his deadname that sister's name then i could turn that into an allegory about transness and childhood and sibling death (and sororicide but we don't have time to unpack all that). i don't plan on ever explicitly referring to the characters by their deadname in the narration, except maybe in an ironic tone, but i think it would be cool to sort of sprinkle in references as subtext to just give the readers something more to chew on.
the thing is i've seen posts around talking about how nice it is to make trans characters/headcanons without once considering their deadnames, or how weird it is for people to consider them, and i definitely agree with the sentiment; one of the biggest goals for many trans people is for their past selves to be completely irrelevant, and i feel a bit guilty for perpetuating something so painful for the general community.
but i still don't think i'm an asshole in any way since these are literally just characters and obviously i'm not going around talking about real people's deadnames or anything. i just don't want to make people uncomfortable/trigger dysphoria if they find someone talking about deadnames for a trans charactsr they're attached to (i've definitely had that happen myself when reading trans fics, enough that i had to stop reading, and i don't know how you'd even tag for something like that). if the general gut reaction to this ask is negative then i'll probably consider just not talking about the deadnames unless someone asks about it, since they're not crucial to the plot at all, just some uhh not so fun tidbits.
anyway sorry this is so long for something i feel like might be a non-issue that i'm overthinking. if you somehow guessed the fandom have a chocolate 🫀 if you're one of my few mutuals who knows who i am from the details of the au then um pretend you didnt see this post.
What are these acronyms?
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Do you have angsty Darry hcs
Oh boy do I (i’m gonna put tws in the tags too but tw for eating disorder mentions, self harm mentions and alcohol issues)
He was real chubby as a kid, but when he was in like…seventh grade he started working out and he’d managed to lose a lot of weight actually (but that’s just another reason he prides his body, it’s another thing he worked hard for)
But this did cause him to develop unhealthy eating habits that lasted a long, long time
Lile even present day he still struggles with eating sometimes—he’ll withhold food from himself when he doesn’t think he’s doing a good enough job and just lies about “not being hungry”
Only Soda knows, and Pony’s under enough stress, so when Pony’s asleep Soda will slip away to try and convo ce Darry to eat (like 7/10 times he successful)
He also just stops eating at the beginning of his custody of his brothers because he wants them to be full so he lies about having a stomachache but if there’s leftover food and his brothers are genuinely full he says he’ll “try to eat” (it’s a habit he picked up from his dad)
He struggles with nightmares and guilt because his parents death happened on his birthday
Hr HATES his birthday from that moment on—the gang tried to surprise him for his twentieth birthday but as soon as he saw everything he just went rigid and his eyes got that “pleading look in them”-he thanked them but said he was “tired from work” and just sobbed to himself in his room
He cries himself to sleep like every night
He hates being called Darrel because he doesn’t think he can carry his father’s name. He got laid off once because his boss called him it (I feel like people eventually just shorten his name to that out of habit-my deadname is short and people still find ways to shorten it so I think it’s a situation like that lmao) but Darry flipped out
Hr stress bakes and stress eats and then he just feels like shit after because he eats to the point he feels sick and it reminds him of bad days
He definitely struggles with a/h
He used to smoke casually but the real reason he doesn’t isn’t just because he prides his body, but also because he’s afraid he’s gonna hurt himself with them by brining himself
He cuts—he frequently cut in high school and he relapsed really bad the night his parents died to the point he had to use stitches to fix it
I wrote a fix a while ago (i’ll find it when I get home) but he attempted suicide once too because he thought his brother would be better without him
He had to pawn all his football trophies away and the uniform his dad worked so hard to buy him
He drank a lot when Pony ran away because it was the only way he could physically forget (it scared the absolute fuck out of Soda to see his older brother stumbling around at two in the morning with vodka in his hand
This is all I have time for sadly—hope they’re good!
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What do you think the Siddharta Golem was back in the Golden Age? Must have been different enough to Rasputin to be considered his son but we really don't know anything about him.
It’s wild! Because even Rasputin becomes fairly verbose about Felwinter, but not what or who he was before he was risen. (Props to dad for not deadnaming his kid I guess??!?* except I still have this funny impression that Felwinter never liked his risen name much SOOOO )
But Siddhartha. His namesake is telling of course- gone out to wander the world and see it for all its goods and bads first hand, to grossly over simplify things.
Rasputin himself tags the activation record with the quote, "Experience is the teacher of all things." Which sure compounds the intent there.
But looking at that same log, yano Rasputin’s code is always cryptic and full of prose but this one has to be absolute THICKEST of them all:
>>AMYGDALA VOTIVE GRASP>>
V149GAQ145CB120
AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//GOLEM//INTERROGATIVE
IMMEDIATE ACTION ORDER
This is a SUBTLE ASSETS IMPERATIVE (NO HUMAN REVIEW) (NO AI-COM REVIEW) (secure/AUTARCH).
Initiate SIDDHARTHA GOLEM upload at DSC-342 to assess integrity of moral structures.
Stand by for CRITERIA:
Under PASSAGE (obsolesce/SIDEREAL):
If NANOBE SONDER is IVORY
If HAMMURABI is ACTIVE and passes human review under context TURING
If DURYODHANA is in FAILURE and passes AI-COM review under context IDES
Set spectrum certification to SMARAGDINE
Else, stand by for CONTINGENT ACTION ORDER:
Set spectrum certification to AMARANTHINE
Initiate human review unless tactical morality is built at MIDNIGHT
"Experience is the teacher of all things."
STOP STOP STOP V149GAQ145CB121
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I had started to unpack this at one point and got a little lost because Big Red is going WAY the fuck out there with some of his prose in this one. We see the term Sidereal a few times in Destiny lore it’s a fun one they like to use but is a weird term to drop here for example, and as best I can conclude might infer something like “long shot” but like. That’s not really what it means either. So there’s some stuff here that doesn’t really translate and then the fucker uses SMARAGDINE which is a shade of green. GREEN. He means green. Like go.
So like. Even without unpacking everything Tldr the old man is feeling extra poetic he’s having some feels about this and he’s also doing this totally on his own without review from humans or other AI-COMs, specifically in secret. So safe to assume we can confirm yeah Siddhartha was pretty important to Rasputin from the very start.
**I will add that the juxtaposition of NANOBE, which is a form of microbe, a tiny life if you will, and SONDER together really does give me the impression of like. A child. A sort of parental wonder at a tiny individual. But that is a WHOLE LOT of inference.
#ask#destiny 2#destiny#lore#oops did a deep dive there anyway didn’t I#you meanie you tricked me with a trap filled with my favorite goodies#but like yeah I think the Warmind’s Bilogical clock might have been ticking or something folks
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hi, my name is roman. i used to be a semi-popular winteriron blog, but now this blog is mostly dead. so. rip, gone but not forgotten. but i still get some pretty common questions so here's a one-stop shop for most of them as well as links to the important things.
My Tumblr Fic Masterlist
My Ao3
My (dead) WinterIron Discord Server
Did you write the Tony Stark wifi tower fic?
yes, i wrote that fic! it is by far the most popular thing i've ever written and it will probably outlive me.
I found that fic on [insert site here], do they have your permission?
probably not, no. i have found that fic everywhere. and i mean everywhere. pinterest, wattpad, facebook, instagram, tiktok, mediachomp, and so on. honestly, it's been years and i can't control or chase down every single copy and i have no interest in doing so. i don't love that it was stolen from me (especially on for-profit sites) but it just is what it is. it's a fanfic rite of passage to have your stuff stolen, honestly.
can i do a translation/podfic/write something inspired by one of your fics/posts?
yes! there is always a blanket permission to do any sort of transformative work with my work, especially my older stuff. if it sparks joy and creativity in you, run wild with it. i prefer to be credited, but honestly, i'm just happy to see my stuff still inspiring people.
will you ever write winteriron/mcu fanfic again?
well, you should never say never. but in this case, you might want to say never. i have very little interest in winteriron or the mcu in general outside of nostalgia, and i likely will never write anything substantial for them again. it's sad, i miss it too, but i just don't have that spark for marvel these days. mostly i write dc comics fanfiction.
did you write [insert winteriron fic/post here]?
idk. maybe. probably. i wrote and posted a lot of things. you can scroll the tag on this blog to find all my old posts, some more popular than others. if you think it was me, chances are, it probably was. i got around a lot from like 2018 to 2020.
do you have a tagging system?
i used to but lord if i'm going to use it now. i don't even remember it, so your guess is as good as mine. tbh i just use tags as a place to ramble these days so navigating my blog is about as easy for you as it is for me. which is to say, it's not easy at all. because tumblr's search function is ass. i do know one of my old tags has my deadname in it. you'll probably find it if you look hard enough, but that is what it is.
are you going to revive this blog?
probably not consistently, no. if i have something i really want to say here, i'll say it, but i don't have much interest in maintaining this like i used to. i want to be able to, i miss posting here a lot, i just don't think it'll spark joy for me the way it used to, which sucks but that's just the way things go.
why did you leave this blog?
idk. life happened. i was an 18-year-old fighting chronic health conditions and mental health issues that led to me dropping out of high school so, tumblr sort of fell to the back burner, then got forgotten about entirely. eventually, i lost interest in the mcu as i felt the quality of it took a turn for the worst and i went back to dc, which i'm still into. i read some marvel comics, enjoy an occasional mcu project, but largely i just don't have the interest i used to. it sucks and i miss it, this blog probably kept me alive as a teenager. but now it's mostly just an archive of my past, and i'm okay with that.
can i talk to you/send you an ask/befriend you anyway?
sure, if you want, don't know if i'm good company though. but i'm always open to making friends and reminiscing about winteriron, marvel, and all that good stuff. i've gotta warn you though, tumblr fucking eats my DMs on this blog like no fucking business. i'm regularly fighting it. my discord is devilbonesofmetal if you wanna yell at me there, just say you're from tumblr.
#faq#about me#pinned info#personal#and that's all i got. i might change or add to this idk#and in case anyone asks: my pfp is winter soldier 2099#i think i'm the only person out there who's a fan of her but by god i love her.#keeping the old natasha pfp felt weird so i ditched it#mostly bc having read some black widow comics i can safely say mcu natasha was fucking wasted potential.#rip comics nat you would fucking hate your adaptation self#anyway#i'm very serious about the blanket permission thing pls go wild with my stuff i don't care.#honestly#you can just outright steal an idea from me if you want. be free.#the stuff on this blog is so old i have no possessive attachment to it#so go wild
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✷ COMING OUT TO THEM AS TRANS .
꩜ platonic! peter parker(s), miles morales, gwen stacy, hobie brown & pavitr prabhakar x trans! gn reader
𖦹 cw : one mention of accidental outing !!
ꨄ︎ marvel studios! peter parker ;
⋆ supports you from the moment the words leave your lips. definitely hugs you and tells you he loves you either way <3
⋆ will definitely ask about how you want to be referred to as now, like completely, not just name or pronouns, he checks for other gendered words / phrases too !
⋆ lets you explain more on the topic yourself, but also does additional research himself to understand more !
⋆ is totally ready to support you through any transition stage you're in,,, change in style, puberty blockers, hrt, etc,, he's right there supporting you <33
ꨄ︎ tasm! peter parker ;
⋆ doesn't really know what to say at first,, will probably stay silent with a slight smile on his face while trying to think of what to say and end up on “i don't mind, that's- that's cool.”
⋆ exactly like marvel studios peter he'll ask about all the ways you would like to be referred to as now !
⋆ doesn't change the way he is around you at all, aside from being a little tense from not wanting to slip-up and possibly hurt your feelings, he stays the same !
⋆ he doesn't know much other than the basics, so he'll start to dedicate parts of his free time to researching more on trans topics to try and support you better <33
ꨄ︎ miles morales ;
⋆ very chill about it, and makes sure you know that it doesn't change his view on you whatsoever
⋆ probably asks who else knows, and depending on what your answer is will ask how you'd like him to refer to you as when around people you aren't out to !
⋆ he shows his support through not really acknowledging it, just making sure you still feel normal and not making you feel uncomfortable is the way he knows to support you best <3
⋆ for sure the fastest to come up with shortened versions of your new name ( if possible ) / new nicknames to match the new you !
ꨄ︎ gwen stacy ;
⋆ absolutely supports you 100% immediately <3 ( and definitely goes for the same approach as miles' second hc !! )
⋆ the most educated out of everyone here for sure,, and she's very very mindful of her words, so slip-ups are extremely rare !
⋆ she is so so excited to help you explore whatever new style you want, and will tag along with you to go shopping nine times out of ten !
⋆ always encourages you to talk to her whenever you're having dysphoric days,, she may not understand, but she still wants to be there to listen and try her best to cheer you up and affirm you <3
ꨄ︎ hobie brown ;
⋆ will most likely answer with “cool.” afterwards, and continue whatever he was doing,, but he if realizes you need extra reassurance, he'll tell you doesn't care ( in a –– he ‘still thinks you're awesome’ way ) and asks about your new name and pronouns !
⋆ he's pretty familiar with breaking gender norms, so, just like gwen, he'll be extremely helpful while you figure out your new style !
⋆ also like gwen, he's pretty mindful of what he says, so slip-ups are rare with him as well !
⋆ the most likely on this list to knock someone out for purposely deadnaming / misgendering you ....
ꨄ︎ pavitr prabhakar ;
⋆ like miles, he doesn't really acknowledge it because he doesn't understand why he should, you're still his friend and he loves you either way <3
⋆ like tasm peter, he doesn't know much more than basics, so there is a chance he'll tell people you aren't out to yet that you're trans to correct them ( good intentions, wrong execution ),, but will apologize and stop if you tell him you don't like it and want to tell people yourself !!
⋆ will mostly likely stop at libraries throughout the multiverse to try and find out more about the topic, and if that fails, he'll finally turn to the internet !
⋆ i feel like once he starts to learn more about you being trans he'd want to have a celebration of some kind,, like a small hang out with you, him, miles, gwen and hobie to make sure you feel appreciated and know they all still love you <3
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. . . hugs for all the trans readers here <3 🫂🫂🫂 happy trans awareness week !!! hopefully everyone had the sweetest and happiest week ever !! 🫂🫂 make sure to take care of yourself, you're all so so important !!! 💌💌
p.s. sorry to any trans tobey spidey fans reading ,, since his movies were so long ago i didn't really know how to write for him and just left him out :(
#𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ gifs by ; kamala-khan & marvelllor .ᐟ#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ dividers by ; cafekitsune .ᐟ#peter parker#miles morales#gwen stacy#hobie brown#pavitr prabhakar#spider man#spider gwen#spider punk#spiderman india#spider man india#peter parker x reader#miles morales x reader#gwen stacy x reader#hobie brown x reader#pavitr prabhakar x reader#spiderman x reader#spider man x reader#spider gwen x reader#spider punk x reader#spiderman#spider man india x reader#into the spider verse#across the spiderverse#itsv#atsv#trans reader#transgender reader#₊˚⊹ꕤ – works
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A Lily By Any Other Name (Is Still a Lily)
Category: Gen
Fandom: Psych (TV 2006)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Decided Not to Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Carlton Lassiter & OC
Characters: Lily M. Lassiter (OC), Carlton Lassiter, Carlton Lassiter's father, Shawn Spencer
Additional Tags: character death, misgendering, deadnaming, all that fun stuff, OC insert, sad Lassiter, flashbacks, homophobia, transphobia, little brother Lassiter, no beta we die like yin
Summary: Carlton visits his older sister.
Author’s Notes: Lassiter needed an older sibling, I think it would’ve been good for him.
I hope you guys like this, it took me a month to write.
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At his desk, Carlton checked the time. Not yet.
5 minutes went by before he checked again, and slumped back in his chair in disappointment when he saw it hadn’t been long since he last looked.
This repeated until it finally was time. He quickly got ready to go. But just before he stood up to leave, Carlton grabbed a small file and put it inside his briefcase. He snapped the clasps shut and briskly began his way from his new office to his car.
Halfway through the corridor, he’s stopped by an all too familiar voice.
“Lassie! Where you going?”
Carlton heaved a deep, exasperated sigh. Without even looking to see who it was, he kept walking away. “Not that it’s any of your business Spencer, but I’m visiting a family member.”
Shawn caught up, ambling alongside Carlton. “Ooo, who? Is it Lauren? No wait, I got it: it’s your mother…s.”
He rolled his eyes. “None of them. I’m visiting my older sister, Lily.”
Shawn gave a look of surprise. “I didn’t know you had an older sister! Hold on, does she know you named your kid after her?”
Lassiter briskly walked out the door, Shawn still on his tail. “No, that’s why I’m visiting her today.”
“Doooes Marlowe know?”
“Yes, in fact she was the one who encouraged the name.”
“No no no, not that. Well, actually, yeah that too. But, does she know you’re visiting your sister without her?”
“Yes, she’s well aware I’m- you know what, I’m not entertaining this anymore. I need to leave now, I don’t want to be late.”
~~~
1974
It was dark out, the pitch black of night covering the neighborhood in a blanket, the sky dotted with little pinpricks of stars.
Carlton Lassiter was in his bed, and he was tossing and turning in his sleep, mumbling nonsensical words to himself.
He eventually woke up with a gasp. He was shaking, and he reached up to feel tear tracks on his face. He could’ve sworn that…
But no. He was here, at home, safe in his bed.
He wiped the remaining tears from his face, and tried to go back to sleep. But the adrenaline still lingered, keeping him awake and scared. Shadows seemed to loom from the corners, taking the form of monsters and blank figures.
Eventually, he couldn’t take being alone in his room anymore. Grabbing his blanket, he gently hopped off his bed and onto the floor, and began making his way to his parents room.
But right before Carlton even touched the doorknob, he hesitated. He didn’t want to bother them with something like this. His dad would probably just send him back to his room. And besides, their light was turned off, meaning his parents were fast asleep.
So he kept going down the hall, and up the stairs.
Carlton crept past the dining room and kitchen, and made his way to his brother Liam’s room. There was a tiny bit of light shining from under the door, nearly invisible to the untrained eye.
He grabbed the doorknob, and as it made a small jiggling sound the light quickly turned off.
Carlton gently opened the door. “Liam?”
From the bed in the corner of the room, a head belonging to his 12 year old brother popped up from underneath the covers. “CJ? What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
He found himself unable to answer, his face screwing up and tears falling once more.
Liam sat up, immediately concerned for his little brother. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, it’s alright. Come here.”
Carlton complied, clambering onto the bed and sinking into his older brother’s arms.
“It’s okay, just let it out.”
And he did, slowly hiccuping his way through telling Liam about the whole bad dream.
The whole time, Liam sat there, rubbing Carlton’s back periodically to try and soothe him, like he had seen people on tv do.
After sitting for a minute, Carlton sniffled, looking up at Liam. “What were you doing before I came in?”
“Ohh, just rereading The Hobbit.”
“Can you- can you read it to me?”
Liam smiled. “Of course. Did you want me to start at the beginning, or where I’m at?”
“Where you left off.”
“Alright then. Get comfy, come on, CJ.”
As Carlton snuggled under the covers, Liam reached under the first pillow and grabbed the book and pen light he had hidden just before Carlton came in.
He cleared his throat, reading out loud, “As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and a jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves…”
Carlton slowly began to become more and more drowsy as the gentle timbre of his brother’s voice lulled him to sleep.
“He looked out of the window. The stars were out in a dark sky above the trees. He thought of the jewels of the dwarves shining in dark caverns…”
Right when he was about succumb completely to sleep, he felt Liam gently put away the book and turn out the light once more.
~~~
present
Carlton carefully pulled into a small strip mall, right in front of a store called ‘The Flower Corner’.
He walked in, and stood at the desk, clearing his throat to catch the attention of the lady behind the desk.
She looked up and saw him, and quickly stood up. “Oh hello, sir! How can I help you today?”
“I’m here to pickup a bouquet. It should be under Lassiter.”
“Of course, just one second.” She tapped a few keys on her keyboard, clicking a bit with her mouse as well. “Alright then, I’ll go ahead and grab it from the back.”
Carlton began awkwardly drumming his fingers on the counter as he waited for the employee to get back.
“Alright, here they are!”
He looked up and saw a beautiful bunch of flowers, a mix of pink lilies and carnations, all expertly wrapped in decorative plastic to hold it all together.
As he paid, the cashier asked, “Who are the flowers for?”
“My sister, Lily.”
“Awww! Well, I can definitely see why you chose the lilies, then. I’m sure she’ll love them.”
Carlton nodded stiffly. The whole interaction felt awkward to him, and he hated awkward situations. So once he had gotten the bouquet paid for, he tried his best not to run out the door.
~~~
1976
Carlton was riding in the back of his father’s car, on the way to pick up Liam from his friend’s house.
He couldn’t remember his name, but he was pretty sure Liam’s friend was on the football team along with Liam himself.
Looking out the window as they pulled up to the curb next to the house, he saw figures moving around behind the windows, presumably his brother and his friend saying goodbye.
To his surprise, Carlton watched as his older brother walked out with a girl he didn’t recognize, instead of another guy. Maybe it was Liam’s friend’s sister?
They had stopped at the entryway to continue a conversation, talking very animatedly, using dramatic hand gestures and exaggerated expressions.
The two — along with Carlton — were startled when his dad honked the horn.
Liam gave an apologetic look to the girl, and she burst into laughter. They exchanged a few more words before she gave him an energetic hug, which he equally returned.
In the rearview mirror, Carlton saw a grin forming on his father. It was very clear what he thought the hug between the two had meant. But Carlton could just tell it wasn’t that kind of hug. He’d seen his parents hug, and girls and boys — couples — hug each other public. However, he had also seen girls hugging girls — their best friends — as well. That’s what kind of hug his brother and the girl had reminded him of.
As Liam climbed into the car, his dad gave him a look. “So, who was that?”
Liam buckled in. “Just Chuck’s sister, she’s really nice.”
“Really nice, huh?”
Carlton caught the suggestive look on his dad at the same time Liam did. “No, dad, it’s not- she’s just nice, I barely even know her.”
His dad laughed. “That’s how it always starts. Soon enough you’ll be all over each other.”
It was then that Carlton noticed his brother’s face. It was red. The same shade of red his mother had at the end of the day when she finally took off her makeup.
Not red in embarrassment from his father’s comments. He looked as if he’d been rubbing it continuously to get something off.
‘Was that what Liam had been doing? Wearing makeup?’
Later that day, Carlton confronted him, demanding to know the truth. Eventually, Liam caved.
“Okay, okay, fine. Chuck wasn’t actually there, he had something come up. But Linda was, and… she uh… needed someone to model some of her makeup for her, and she asked me since we have really close skin tones.” Liam twisted his hands. “Her words, not mine.”
Carlton was young, only 8, but he knew when his brother was lying. However, he also knew when he should and shouldn’t pressure Liam with more questions, and decided to leave it alone.
~~~
present
Carlton pulled out of the flower shop, and onto the road once more.
He’d been driving for at least another 5 minutes when he hit a pothole that he heard a particularly loud bump from the back. He thought it was his briefcase for a minute, but a quick glance at the passenger seat told him that wasn’t true. There was something — or someone — in the trunk.
Carlton pulled over to the side of the road, and grabbed his gun from his holster and cocked it.
He pointed it at the trunk door, and quickly opened it. “Freeze!”
Light flossed the trunk, and a very familiar high pitched girlish scream emerged from inside. “Nonono don’t shoot!”
“Spencer? What the hell are you doing here?”
Shawn clumsily clambered out of the trunk, tripping momentarily before regaining his balance. “I just wanted to meet your mystery sister, man. I’ve known you for what, 8 years? And I’ve never heard you talk about you ‘big sister Lily’.”
Carlton took a deep breath. “Spencer…” he briefly thought about ditching him on the side of the road. But a quick look told him that would be inhumane. And probably illegal. He ran a hand down his face exhaustedly. “Fine. You can come.” Shawn pumped a fist. “But you’re sitting in the back.”
“Tch.” Shawn made a dissapointed face, but got in the backseat anyway.
~~~
1978
Carlton was hiding in his room, trying his best to drown out Liam and his father’s argument they were having just down the hall.
Liam had been caught underneath the bleachers at the track, locking lips with the captain of the football team. Chuck, Liam’s so-called best friend, was the one to catch them, snitching on the couple to Carlton’s father.
Which was what the current argument between the two was about.
Everything was mostly muffled, thanks to Carlton shoving a pillow over his head to drown out the noise, but he definitely heard his father say something along the lines of ‘not raising his son to be a faggot’.
At this, Liam raised his voice even more, becoming sou loud it permeated through the pillow. “I’m not gay, Dad!”
“Oh really? And how’s that, huh?”
“Because I’m a girl!”
There was a tense silence, shortly broken by the sound of a sharp slap, followed by quick footsteps running down the hall and up the stairs. Carlton could practically feel the slam of his brother’s- no, not brother, his sister’s bedroom door reverberating through the house.
He waited for the sound of his father following after, but there was nothing.
Quietly, he opened his door. Carlton silently tiptoed upstairs, making sure he didn’t make too much sound. After a short trip, he made it upstairs, gently knocking on the door to his sister’s bedroom.
“Are you alright-” he opens the door, and stops. So does Liam, who’s in the middle of shoving a t-shirt into a slowly overflowing backpack. “Liam? What are you doing?”
Carlton sees her wince at the name. “I just… need some space from dad. I’m gonna stay at a friend’s house for a bit, wait for him to cool down a bit.”
“But, why is he mad at you for being a girl?”
She sighed. “I don’t know, buddy. Some people just, I can’t- they’re not really-” Her face started to scrunch up, eyes filling with tears. “But don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long, okay?”
He didn’t understand, but he nodded anyway. “Okay…”
She slung her backpack over her shoulder, and slid the window leading outside open. Just before slipping out, she paused and turned around. “Hey Carlton, can I ask you a favor?”
He perked up a little. “What is it?”
She scooted to the edge of the window, prepping to jump down. “Remember how you asked all of us to stop calling you CJ?”
At least Carlton was able to understand this. “Yeah. It felt like a girly name to me.”
She smiled. “That’s kind of what I’m doing. ‘Liam’ doesn’t feel right.”
“Well, what do you want me to call you?”
“Lily. Just call me Lily instead.”
“Lily.” He tested it out “Okay. Bye Lily.”
“Bye Carlton. I’ll see you soon.” And with that, she jumped from the windowsill and landed nimbly on the soft grass far below. Lily wasted no time in booking it down the road, her figure quickly fading from sight as the night swallowed her.
~~~
Present
Carlton’s hands subconsciously gripped the steering wheel as he remembered that night. He did get to see her again after that. Very soon, in fact. Just not in the way he had hoped.
It had been a hit and run. There was only one bystander, and they hadn’t been close enough to see the car’s details in the pitch black of night.
Carlton remembered sitting in the hospital waiting room with his parents and Lauren, the latter of whom was napping in her baby carrier, anxiously anticipating any news of Lily’s condition.
He remembered someone coming out and whispering to his parents solemnly, something about Liam’sconditions, and how he wasn’t going to make it.
He remembered going to her room and being told to say his goodbyes to Liam, seeing her broken and damaged body lying limply on the hospital bed.
He remembered begging her still unmoving body to come back, to not leave him alone.
He remembered being dragged away, tears flowing like a river as her heart monitor flatlined.
He remembered his father reprimanding him, telling him he was tarnishing Liam’s memory by calling her Lily.
He remembered that was the night that the last shred of respect he had for his dad crumbled away.
It was as though he had just gotten to know his big sister, and then she was yanked away from him.
As much as he hated it, it was the final push he needed in finalizing his decision of pursuing a career as a police officer, then head detective, then his current position as Chief of police.
“Wait, Lassie this is-” Shawn cut himself off, immediately realized where they were going. “Oh man. I- I’m sorry, I had-”
“It’s fine, Spencer. You didn’t know.” Carlton said, his tone uncharacteristically soft.
He pulled his car onto a gravelly path, bumping slightly along as he searched for-
There. He could see it from here. It wasn’t like it could be moved, but he almost always lost it in the sea of granite and marble, and would have to go on a search.
He parked, and reached into the passenger seat where his briefcase and the bouquet still sat.
“I’ll just- just wait here, Lassie. Me and dead people… it’s really depressing.”
“I wasn’t going to ask you to come anyway, Spencer.” Just before he closed the door, he pointed a threatening finger at Shawn. “You touch anything in here and I will not hesitate to shoot you. Copy?”
Shawn said nothing, simply giving him a mock salute. Carlton rolled his eyes and shut the door.
He walked up to a gray marble tombstone. The area had been mowed recently, so there was still some grass clippings scattered on the base of it.
Liam Lily Mark Lassiter
1962-1978
son daughter, brother sister, friend
Carlton smiled a bit to himself. Normally, he was opposed to defacement of property, but this was an exception in his eyes. Lily deserved to have her true name on the stone that marked her final resting place.
He kneeled down and, after brushing away the grass clippings, gently set the bouquet in front of the tombstone, making sure none of the words were obscured. He’d already taken the plastic wrapping off. The world didn’t need more trash littered everywhere.
“Hey Lily. I know it’s been a while. A few months, actually.”
Carlton shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable. “I got promoted. I’m Chief of police now, like I’ve always worked for.”
The tombstone sat silently.
“Uhmm, Marlowe gave birth, too. In the back of a food truck, of all places. Of course, it was all Spencer’s and Guster’s fault. I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you, huh?”
Silence.
He continued. “It’s a girl, and god she is so beautiful. She has your eyes. We named her after you.”
Still silence.
“I have something else.” He reached beside him for his briefcase, and pulled out the file from earlier. “I managed to get your name legally changed. It was one hell of a legal battle, but Mom and Althea and I managed it. You’ll be getting a new tombstone soon, one with your real name.”
Taking a deep breath, he went on. “I miss you, Lily. But, not as much as I used to. I hope you don’t mind.”
A gentle breeze brushed by him, ruffling his hair.
Carlton cleared his throat. “I’m… not good at saying goodbye. Even after all these visits. You’d think I’d get the hang of it by now.”
Somewhere in a nearby tree, a bird tittered.
“Okay, I’ll try to come back sooner next time. I know you don’t like waiting.” He packed up his briefcase once more, and turned away, heading back to his car.
~~~
Bonus:
Lily watched as he left, swinging her feet from the tombstone, a soft smile playing on her lips. She looked exactly how she had when she died, but somehow emulated an air of femininity she would never have been able to achieve while alive.
She waved, even though she knew her little brother wouldn’t see it. “Bye, Carlton.”
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SatoSugu but it T4Tppppa
Fluffy/No Lemon!, GAY, trans Gojo, Trans Geto, technically Canon Compliant, doomed!yaoi because if I can't be happy then neither can you, T4T, fanfiction
Paring- Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto
WARNINGS- [Name/Pronoun] - when a character is called by their dead name or they are misgendered. I won't call them or make up a deadname for them, this is just to show you when its happening.
Red is for [Geto]
Blue is for [Gojo]
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Part 1
- it was so odd coming to Jujutsu High in Tokyo- such a big empty school, away from civilization in a way. it was nestled aways in the mountains. and at some point- you'd have to stop taking a car so you could walk the winding stairs on foot.
- 'this should be fun', was thought by a certain new sorcerer to the school.
- '[he] calls [himself] [Suguru Geto], and [he] has just transferred here from a different school in the city', spoke Yaga, one of the few teachers at the highschool. he said this to two of his pupils, Satoru Gojo and Ieiri Shoko.
- he had known both of them since they came to the school.
- Gojo hailed from the most prestigious jujutsu clan, the Gojo Clan, and was heralded as 'The Strongest' since his birth. he was the only sorcerer on earth who wielded the Six Eyes and Limitless techniques. as of now, noone was able to match him, for he was a greatly apt and skilled fighter. monumentally great and perfect at all things he set out to do. but even if those were the luxuries afforded to him by his title and skill- he was not free of the weight of the chains that shackled him to his duty as a jujutsu sorcerer.
- being the strongest, as one could only describe Satoru Gojo, meant keeping and holding and uplifting extreme expectations in the jujutsu world - at least, that's what Gojo was taught since birth.
- Ieiri Shoko was one of Gojo's closest friends. She was a sorcerer who was gifted with a great grasp of RCT, Reverse Curse Technique, and was on her way to becoming one of the greatest jujutsu technical doctors today. She was more aloof, as one could put it, than Nanami and Yaga combined. even so- she always found a way to put up with Gojo's attitude.
- Gojo didn't seem very interested in the new transfer student, so he didn't hear when Yaga had told him that he'd be the one to show [him] around the school. after Shoko left for something else, and after having repeated himself for a 3rd time when Gojo was listening- Yaga sighed, stood up and walked towards the window where he began to muse-
- 'Gojo', started the teacher, 'make sure you're nice to the new kid. make 'em feel welcome. i heard that [he] was kicked out of his old school for not only the misuse of [his] cursed technique, but also for something that seemed more... personal. hopefully you'll both get along. i'd hate to see someone feel as cast out as you did before.'
- the mention of the first days when Gojo came to jjh made him cringe. he tried to keep himself neutral to all things, but remembering the things he had endured before coming here was something he couldn't stand the think about.
- Gojo stood and bowed silently before leaving the room to find the new student. face stoney and uncharacteristic, he made his way through the almost bare balls of JJH. passing a few students that whispered and gawked at him in envy, intimidation and judgement. unfortunately for him, as much as he'd like to not admit it, almost everyone knew who he was before coming here. yet not a single soul even dared to confront him about it.
@arcielee @katkot333 @humanransome-note @sillyariii @numelfanclub
End of Part 1
If you want to I will create a tag list for you
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Imma use my hottake post to explain it since I felt I should give more context with this take to explain myself why I have this opinion on the topic of this.
For those who don’t know or don’t wanna look back with the link, it basically that my hottake is that I don’t like the theory of what Crowley’s angel name was/could’ve been. I know this might be a bit controversial since I think everyone in this fandom (not to assume ofc), and whilst I get the curiously since Crowley almost never talk about his time over at heaven, mostly for valid reason that I’ll get to. Before I get into this, I know it been month but I wanna still give that this haunted blog/post does contain heavy spoilers so if your planning to watch good omens or haven’t seen season two yet go watch it and come back here, or you can still read— what can I say, I’m only a phantom that have lot to say about good omens and making it everyone else’s problem. But still spoiler warning ahead! So without further or do,
let get into it and talk about our favorite snake demon and a good old fashion lover boy/girl/enby—
So, okay, seeing Angel Crowley, that’s cool and honestly wholesome— despite the poor trauma he’s going to endure and will sauntered vaguely downward for. I remember hearing the theory about how his name could be Raphael, seen some AO3 tags of Crowley used to be Raphael or just people buzzing what his name could’ve been (even some saying it could be Castiel or Cassiel). And while the curiously of it all is cool, for a while I couldn’t really pin it at first as to why I personally didn’t like it. And Idk if that make be boring or a bitch for not wanting to know, it just to me, I felt why does it matter if Crowley himself don’t even want to remember about his time at heaven?
Sure season 2 when he didn’t even say it might have been what spiked it, but i think the whole point about him is the fact that he clearly moved on from it. Does he still hold resentment? Of course, why wouldn’t he be? And from unfair circumstances too:
But, as we’ve seen from most of the flashback, he moved on from it. He using hell as long as he can (lonely? Yep, which is a perfect parallel to how Aziraphale following heaven—), he doesn’t want to remember the angel he is before, he even said it to Aziraphale when he tried to stop him from killing Job’s kids. But I think of how he’s dealt with is how his trauma grew seeing how he doesn’t want to be considered nice or kind; I feel it goes deeper than just because he’s a demon now, I believe (and this is just my observation), he rather not remember the kinder side he was once before because of how the “light” casted him away and how heaven runs things. So why would he want to be associated with those word when it remind him of his time, he rather not remember it (or in a case run away from heaven as much as he can), he rather associate himself from being mean or remember himself as a demon now rather than an angel he once was. (Even though, he is very kind and I wish to hug him. Don’t start-).
Plus, he more comfortable with his new name now, that’s why he even changed it back at the flashback of the crucifixion of Jesus as his named used to be Crawly (which honestly real.) and changed it to Crowley (now technically he changed it again to Anthony J Crowley, but we hardly heart anyone even Aziraphale say it outside from the blitz flashback, so I kinda wanna count it but I’mma not just incase, but I like the name tho-), and since then, he’ve wore that name proudly and never look back, and Aziraphale an ally he is suppose him and call him by his prefer name. That is him saying “I’m not whoever I was before, so I’m going to change my name to move on from my past”, and honestly I stand, I love the fact he want to move on from his time as an angel/move away from his deadname to be the person he is today, proud of the wily serpent ^v^
“But phantom, that still doesn’t explain why you dislike it?”
You’re right, it still doesn’t so imma explain it a bit more, I just feel it shouldn’t matter what his name was, it really up to his (or Neil’s but this is Crowley we’re talking about) own terms, it him that should be able to say his deadname. And if it never reveal, I wouldn’t care since Good Omens from both season shown, Crowley moved on from his angelic past even if he have the grudges he have now after 6000 years he rather accepts his life now and hopefully with the Angel that have supported him and stood by him. And I know the finally is making it seem like Azirapahel want to change him, but like I said here that I don’t think that the case, I don’t think he would ever want him to revert back to the person he was once before, he could never ask Crowley to do such a thing knowing the progress he made. Like I said and will say again, I think this was Azirapahle (in a poor way given the situation and that their communication is the equivalent of a ghost (invisible as fuck)) to give Crowley a change to fix the broken and toxic system heaven been running on since the dawn of time, to give Crowley the chance to fix what need to be fixed with Aziraphale, and Crowley said no, and I think rightly so in his point of view, heaven did treated everyone especially Crowley poorly and is the main source of his trauma, so I’m happy he said no, it not his place to fix the one thing that in his eyes was broken and have always been. So good jobs Crowley for standing your grounds.
But I’m getting ahead of myself, my point is that, Crowley have moved on and it shouldn’t matter what his deadname was, I think we should all respect that when it come to not just his but everyone’s deadname. Crowley clearly doesn’t have to remember his time on heaven, and I gotta respect that. Because if I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t neither if I was a bit braver than he was.
“But phantom what if it was revealed anyway?”
Again I wouldn’t care, like the commenter said (I don’t know how they feel about tagging so I won’t just to be respectful) and I do agree, if it had to be revealed it should be on his own terms. And I do agree, it is up to Crowley, he should be able to say it as it could garner the impactful moment, especially if he does say like “I’m not *this name* anymore” or whatever he’ll say in season 3, (which please let it be greenlit, I’m begging atp).
And honestly, I don’t doubt it really, it seem it might be revealed, which, fine, this is Neil’s work so gotta respect. Just I hope it on his term, and that no one else say it, I don’t even want aziraphale to say it. Just him. He deserve it.
But that’s my take on it. That’s my spew on this. Might be boring or lame to not be curious, but honestly like I said, he’ve going down a path away from heaven and accepted what happen to him. May not be in a healthiest way but regardless I love this demon and I am happy he moved on and I can’t wait to see him again in season 3, David Tennant a perfect Crowley and I wouldn’t have it any other way ^v^
But I hope you enjoy my yet another insane ramble of this show, frankly this show is becoming my life atp and I don’t hate it. I love this show, it my comfort, I’m happy to have this show; if you want to ask me any other questions you can in the AMA box or comments, but also tell me what do you guys think of this theory? Do you love it? Have qualms with it? Or anything? Tell me in the comments or reblog. As always this is phantom, imma go haunt somewhere else.
#antony j crowley#anthony j crowley#crowley is so gender#angel crowley#good omens crowley#crowley needs a hug#crowley good omens#I love this character#not because I’m aziraphale atp#okay maybe a little#but shhhh#crowley is a snake#crowley#azirowley#Aziracrow#ineffable husbands#good omens#good omens 2#good omens fandom#good omens season 2#good old fashioned lover boy#good omens theory#good omens discussion#hottake#no nuance november#no nightingales#we could have been us#please I want them together they made me believe in love#I want to make a post about ineffable husband and why they my comfort ship maybe one day
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Coming Out as MTF Trans To HLC
As someone under the nonbinary-transgender umbrella (I'm still figuring it out), I hoped to bring the coming-outs to life in the way that it should happen. You are the best you that you could be, and I see you. I'm so proud of you.
Word Count: 667 words
Tags and Warnings: Fluff, some angst, mentions of transphobia.
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OMINIS GAUNT: He doesn’t quite understand right away thanks to his upbringing, but after some explaining and educating, he has a solid grasp on it! Gladly accepts MC with open arms, and tells her that if she faces any transphobia, he can get those students expelled before they can blink.
SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He’s talked to Sirona about her experience in coming out when she was younger, so he understands how daunting it feels. Sebastian reassures MC that she is safe with him, and will clock anyone that disrespects her.
AMIT THAKKAR: Amit is curious and will ask questions as respectfully as possible, and he’ll end up going on to read about others’ experiences in hopes of helping her be more comfortable. He is happy she trusts him to come out to him, and is always an open ear to listen and open arms for a hug whenever she needs the comfort.
GARRETH WEASLEY: This Weasley boy… He lets his usual jokey personality dissolve momentarily as he understands the courage it took MC to come out to him. Garreth doesn’t quite have personal experience or conversations on the topic (whether that be with someone in general or a transgender person), but that doesn’t stop him from trying his best! He’ll cheer MC up when she faces a tough path, and he’ll be there with her when she comes out to his aunt to change her dorm room.
NATSAI ONAI: Instantly welcomes MC to the girls! She will absolutely help her with finding any resources she needs, even going above and beyond to find multiple of them. Anything to help MC. :)
POPPY SWEETING: Like Natty, Poppy will instantly welcome MC to the girls and as with Anne, will invite her on the next girls’ trip out to Hogsmeade! She’s much more brave in standing up for her when she needs it, and will swoop in for the save on Highwing should MC ever need it.
IMELDA REYES: Imelda thinks MC is so badass for it. It takes a lot of courage to come out, especially in a time where being anything but cisgender was not as widely accepted in the muggle world. She validates MC in ways that don’t need words— kicks anyone who deadnames or misuses pronouns, welcomes them to the girls locker rooms of the Slytherin quidditch team (if MC is in Slytherin and on the team!) and makes sure they’re comfortable overall.
ANNE SALLOW: Anne was there when Sirona told Sebastian about her experience, and she accepts MC with open arms. Literally, she’ll hug her, and then invite her to the next girls day out to Hogsmeade!
EVERETT CLOPTON: As someone with a trans mother, he understands quite perfectly! He thanks MC for trusting him with such information and will gladly help her towards resources and books that his moms used to help the family grow a stronger bond. (He even asks MC if she would like to talk to his mom about her experiences, and will gladly pass on any letters back and forth.)
LEANDER PREWETT: Unsure of how to react at first, but lets her know that he’s supportive!! He truly means well, and he’ll show that support it in ways that aren’t the most verbal— like making it a habit to have hairpins or ribbons on hand for her hair, or correcting anyone who deadnames her.
LUCAN BRATTLEBY: Immediately offers to style her hair!!! This kid has five little sisters and has become the designated hairstylist in the family because they all beg him to do it, and other girls never let him do it. He doesn’t hesitate to place her in the women’s bracket of the Crossed Wands duels as well, when there’s gender-specific tournaments.
PROFESSOR FIG: It takes him a bit to switch from calling her his son to his daughter, but he gets it down within the week! Wholeheartedly accepts and still loves MC for who she is, and he is so proud of who she’s growing to become.
#hogwarts legacy#hl oc#fanfic#hogwarts#peter's fluxweed#scarletravenlegacy#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#amit thakkar#garreth weasley#natsai onai#poppy sweeting#imelda reyes#anne sallow#everett clopton#leander prewett#lucan brattleby#professor fig#x reader#x mc
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Hey, hi, hello, it is the day to say "fuck it"! I was tagged by the brilliant @spotsandsocks 💛
I haven't worked on my fanfics in a while, but this morning I had a burst of inspiration for an original work 😅 So here's a tiny snippet of what I've written so far
The white brick wall at the back of the room was a work of art. Each year, Eli’s senior students would pick a brick and decorate it however they wanted. Most would paint a symbol or words to show what that student had been most passionate about. Some used stickers to decorate them. And all were signed by the student.
All except one.
Eli stopped to trace the caduceus under Avery’s name.
Avery should have graduated last year. He had wanted to be a pediatric nurse, to help children and adolescents in any way he could. Instead, he was six feet under the ground, his epitaph reading, “Beloved daughter, sister, and niece,” underneath his deadname.
There wasn’t a day that went by that Eli didn’t wonder if they could’ve done something - anything - to prevent what had happened to Avery.
In remembrance, Avery’s classmates had painted his brick with the caduceus and his name. His best friends had designed the brick, Cassie doing the drawing and Yvette using Avery’s favorite colors to paint it.
It was the most beautiful brick on the wall.
If you've done this already, I'm very sorry for tagging you again 😅 but tagging if they haven't posted and would like to share something @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @honestlydarkprincess @giddyupbuck @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @singlethread @loveyourownsmiilee @elvensorceress @the-likesofus @gayedmundodiaz
#fuck it friday#original writing#original characters#tw death#tw deadnaming#trans#lgbtq#jules writes
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The Seer: Part 1
Hey, guys! This is my Storytime Big Bang 2023 (@tss-storytime) submission! It was a lot of hard work and fun to get this done, and I'm really super proud of it! Mind the tags, stay safe, and enjoy! I was partnered with @creative-lampd-liberties, an amazing artist, for this event. You can find the art they made here. They also made the cover below!!! I'm putting this fic on Tumblr (even though I hate posting fics here -_-) because I have it set to registered users only on AO3 to help avoid bot AI scraping. That said, here's the AO3 link for those who are registered users on AO3:
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Summary: After spending most of his teenage years pretending to be something he’s not (a girl), then spending his adult life so far pretending to be something else he’s not (a clairvoyant), Janus is caught off-guard when he is granted real powers. He is the seer that predicts the downfall of the kingdom, as well as the potential salvation. The problem? The kingdom’s hero is Roman, Janus’s best friend’s brother, who… dislikes Janus. A lot. Now Janus is stuck going on a quest to destroy the source of The Dragon Witch’s power with a ragtag band of adventurers, and he has the unfortunate task of making sure they all survive. The forest is dangerous. So is their enemy. Janus hopes his friends are even more formidable.
Rating: T
Word Count: 26,268
Ships: Janus/Roman, Remus/Patton, Logan/Virgil, Thomas/Remy, Prince/Anxiety (shorts), Dad/Teacher (shorts)
Content Warnings: fire, description of burnt bodies, description of corpses, minor character death, animal death, parent death, sibling death, blood, assault, description of being burned, main character disowned by parents, mortal peril, kidnapping, injuries, transphobia, alcohol use, deadnaming, swearing
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Prologue
Logan took his job very seriously. Being the prince’s manservant on top of being co-leader of the servants was a monumental task, but it was also a monumental honor. Of course, it was hard to feel honored when he was in the middle of taking the prince’s now-dry laundry back to his room so he could hang it up in the wardrobe. One basket on his head and the other on his hip with a hand on each one, Logan balanced the large burden carefully. He was passing one of the guest bedrooms, of which the door was cracked open, when he heard voices. He wasn’t sure who was in that room. Guests were more Remy’s department, because Remy could be charming when he wanted to be. That wasn’t Logan’s department either.
He slowed, drifting closer to the door to listen.
“...illing him won’t be easy,” said a male voice.
“Please, with me on your side, we’ll have no issues. It’s the chaos after that we must worry about.” This voice was female. It was smooth and sweet, the definition of comforting.
“Still, we must be careful that no one guesses what we’re up to. We’d have to act fast to prevent anyone from stopping us.” Logan recognized that voice. It was Prince Eschive, the king’s brother. That couldn’t be right, though. He wouldn’t be conspiring like this, surely.
“You’re right, of course, Dear One. Caution is of the utmost importance,” said the female voice.
Logan peeked through the crack in the door. He could see the woman, now, and was fairly certain that it was Duchess Adalinda Draco. She was visiting the palace because she was a childhood playmate of the queen. This didn’t make any sense.
“I’m glad we’re agreed, Darling,” said Eschive. “And when we kill my brother and his family, you shall make a lovely queen.”
Logan’s eyes widened. They wanted to kill King Marceau, along with his entire family. But that couldn’t be right.
Adalinda grinned and leaned in toward Eschive. “And you shall be a powerful, respected king.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. Logan’s eyes were drawn to her shadow. It shifted against the wall, forming unfamiliar shapes. It took Logan a few beats to figure out what he was seeing. Then the shape came together in his head. Horns. A tail. Wings. Very draconic, indeed. He gasped.
Adalinda pulled away from Eschive. “Did you hear something?”
Eschive nodded, face darkening, and Logan took that as his cue to leave. He rushed the rest of the way to the corner and turned it quickly, then ducked into a servants’ kitchenette. He waited there, his heart pounding in his ears.
After a few minutes, when he realized they weren’t going to come after him, he left the small room and headed towards Prince Virgil’s room again. No one would believe him with his word against Prince Eschive’s. He’d have to take this into his own hands.
1: The Conman
Janus leaned forward, placing his chin on his folded hands with his elbows on the table. “Tell me, Ms. Fortuna, what can I do to help you?” He looked her over. Salt crusted her hair at the tips, her lips were dry, and she had a spyglass tucked into a loop in her belt. A sailor, then. Judging by the spyglass, probably a captain. Her clothes were fine, too, so probably a merchant, especially when considered with the lack of scars. A pirate would have more scars, and any other kind of ship’s captain would have plainer clothes. “Business, or personal?” he asked.
“Business,” the woman across from him answered in a deep, sonorous voice. “A friend recommended I come here, because I’m worried if I call my fleet back from Hertland they’ll be lost to the storms. Can you tell me whether to wait or to call them back?”
Janus was surprised. If she was, herself, a sailor, she should know that there was a fleet of pirates going up the coast of Hertland, probably toward her ships. He hummed and made his usual show of looking into his crystal ball. His brow furrowed. Then he looked up suddenly. “If you don’t call them back now, they will be taken by pirates. Do they have a mirror you can use to speak to them?”
Ms. Fortuna nodded quickly. “I must go tell them. Thank you so much, Janus.” She reached into her satchel and pulled out a bag about the size of a cantaloupe. When she set it down onto the table, the action was accompanied by the sound of clinking coins. “You’ve done me an invaluable service.”
“Of course, Ms. Fortuna. I wish you good fortune,” he said, smiling at her.
As soon as the front door closed behind her, his smile grew into a grin and he chuckled. He snatched up the bag she’d left him in one hand, his cane in the other, and made his way back to his bedroom.
The room was small, with a comfortable bed, a bookshelf, a wardrobe, and a locked chest all crammed into what little space there was. He went to the chest and knelt to unlock it with the key on a leather strap around his neck. He carefully set his cane on the ground next to him. He grabbed his coin purse, emptied a bit of the bag of coins into it, then locked the bag in the chest. The coin purse got attached to his belt. He left his shop-and-home, locking the door behind himself.
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“To suckers!” Remus exclaimed, raising his glass. It was the third of the night, half empty, and Remus’s cheeks were red.
Janus laughed and tapped his glass, still his first, against Remus’s. “To suckers,” he responded, though his smile was fading a bit.
Remus raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, sourface?”
Janus shook his head. “It’s nothing. Everything’s perfect.”
“Liar,” Remus accused, pointing at Janus. “Something’s bothering you.”
Janus huffed. “I didn’t lie. Everything is perfect, and that’s what’s bothering me.”
Remus tilted his head, considering that statement for a moment. “What, are you bored?”
“Yes, Remus,” Janus said, voice full of frustration. “Everything’s too easy. It’s both unsettling and incredibly boring.”
“Excuse me,” said someone behind them.
Janus jumped, and they both turned in their seats. The person standing behind them was mostly obscured by a deep midnight blue hooded cloak.
“I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re bored. What do you do for work?” the person asked.
Janus narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but nonetheless answered, “I’m a fortune teller.”
The person sounded like they were grinning, but it was hard to see in the shadows obscuring their face, as they said, “I think I can give you a challenge.” They pulled a hand mirror from their cloak, revealing that their skin was extremely pale. After placing the hand mirror, set against a simple bronze back with a handle, on the bar, leaning between Janus and Remus, they turned on their heel, then they were gone.
“Well, that was weird and creepy,” Remus said, turning back to Janus.
Janus was staring at the mirror. “Yeah.” He shook his head and looked up at Remus. “Well, nothing left to do but keep drinking,” he said with a smile.
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Janus awoke with a groan. His head was pounding. He dragged himself from his bed, still wearing his clothes from the night from before. He needed to splash water on his face before anything else. At least he’d gone to the well twice the day before. As he padded towards his basin, leaning more heavily on his cane in the sleepiness of the morning, he suddenly froze.
He stood in the street outside his shop, looking up at the palace. It was on fire, burning bright and hot. People were screaming and crying. There was a sound, the loudest cracking that Janus had ever heard, then the tallest tower of the palace began to fall, right towards Janus. He covered his head.
He was back in his room, the brightness and heat gone. He breathed heavily, looking around in confusion. His hands shook. He looked back toward the bed. There on the blanket lay the mirror, in all its plainness. He’d been looking into it before he fell asleep, noting the odd feeling it gave him. Like a sense of impending doom.
With nothing else to do, he dismissed what he’d seen, felt, and heard as a waking dream and continued his morning routine.
His hands shook for hours.
2: The Duke's Sons
Janus didn’t know why he’d agreed to go to the palace. He hadn’t been back since everything changed. But Remus had requested he accompany them. When the group stopped at his shop, he greeted Duke Erex politely, then Roman Erex, this time his voice dripping with sarcasm. Roman glared at him. He made his way to the back of the group to stand next to Remus and Patton.
“Hi, Jan!” Patton greeted him excitedly.
Janus couldn’t help but smile back at Patton. Patton could almost always improve his mood. “Hello, Patton. Remus, how are you?”
Remus glared at him in a way that was quite reminiscent of his brother. “It’s not fair, you always recover from drinking quicker than me,” he grumbled.
Patton cupped a hand around his mouth and stage-whispered, “He’s been grumpy all morning.”
Janus grinned. “Well, that can only be expected from someone who’s hungover as fuck.”
“Fuck you,” Remus grumbled.
By the time they were near to the palace, Remus was feeling much better. The fresh air had revitalized him. Still he was complaining, just more energetically. “I hate going to the palace,” he groaned. “It’s so stuffy.”
“Can you shut up?” Roman hissed from just in front of them.
“Can you?” Janus shot back.
Roman shot him a glare. “At least I’m not going to the palace in commoner’s clothing,” he sniffed.
Janus grit his teeth. “At least I’m not a stuck-up bitch,” he replied.
Roman whirled around, stopping Janus, Patton, and Remus in their tracks.
“Guys, pl-” Patton tried.
“No, you’re not. But you know what you are, Janus?” Roman asked.
“What?” Janus challenged.
“Dumbasses!” Remus exclaimed, trying to pull their attention to him.
“You’re a fraud. You pretend to be so confident, but you know that, deep down, you’re just faking it. You pretend all the time,” Roman accused. He turned and began to jog to catch up with his father and the bodyguard.
Janus stood, frozen, mouth slightly open.
“Jan…?” Patton asked gently.
Janus snapped from his stupor, set his jaw, and squared his shoulders. “Let’s go.” He began to walk quickly, trying to catch up. His short legs did not help. Patton was in the same boat, but Remus kept up with the two of them effortlessly. Damn his height and long legs.
Still, they did catch up, right as the group arrived at the palace gates. Janus glared angrily at the back of Roman’s head, imagining that his eyes were burning holes into him. Roman ignored him.
The palace corridors were cold, and they echoed. Janus had always disliked that. It drew attention to him when the sound of his cane against the floor was amplified so loudly.
Patton grabbed Remus’s hand, then held his other hand out to Janus. Janus took it gratefully. His heart flooded with gratitude for his friends. He genuinely didn’t know what he’d do without them.
They had to let go of each other, though, when they reached the parlor where they were to meet Prince Eschive. Janus had always disliked Eschive. He reminded him of a weasel. A servant, tall and graceful, with spectacles perched upon his round nose, opened the door for them, and Duke Erex led the way into the room.
The duke and his sons, as well as Patton, sat down in the chairs provided for them when the servant gestured to them. Janus stood against the wall behind Remus and Patton, and the bodyguard stood against the wall on the other side of the door. The servant glanced at Janus’s cane and gave him an apologetic look, presumably for not having a chair for him. Janus shrugged one shoulder and smiled at him.
The tall servant poured them all tea, including Janus and the bodyguard, and even offered them all sugar. Janus always took his tea black, unless it was herbal, then he would add honey.
They waited for a few minutes, sipping their tea before Eschive finally entered the room. The duke, his sons, and Patton stood to greet him, bowing and then shaking hands with him. The prince seemed to revel in the attention and respect.
“I apologize for my lateness,” Eschive said. “I was caught up in another matter.”
Janus noticed the tall servant making a concerned… or worried face at that.
“Of course, Your Highness, we do not mind,” said Duke Erex. He turned and gestured to Patton. “I do not believe you have met my son Remus’s husband, Patton.” His expression dripped with disdain, and Janus’s blood boiled. He saw Remus clench his teeth.
“I have not,” said Eschive.
“A pleasure,” said Patton.
“The pleasure is mine,” said Eschive with a crooked smile. A shiver went down Janus’s spine, and Patton looked like he felt much the same.
They all sat, Eschive across from the duke, and began to discuss as the servant poured Eschive some tea as well.
“Tell me, Achille, the state of your land. How is the crop this year?” Eschive asked.
The duke nodded and began his spiel on how well the crop was coming in, and how the cows were producing well, and the weavers were working hard on the wool he’d imported from Hertland.
Roman interjected occasionally, as he had been put in charge of managing the numbers for the sales of their textiles.
Remus, for once, sat silently.
There was a knock at the door. Eschive looked up, then motioned for the tall servant to open the door. Outside the door stood a beautiful woman and a servant. The woman was of average height, with pale skin and a perfect figure. Her curly hair, which went down to her waist and had two braids in the front tied together at the back of her head, was a striking fiery red. The servant was short and skinny, with perfect, swooping dark hair, and tinted glasses covering his eyes.
Eschive grinned, his eyes almost glazed over. “Duchess Draco! Come, join us.” He stood, so Duke Erex, his sons, and Patton stood as well. The duchess walked over to Eschive, and Eschive took her hand, then leaned down to kiss it. He let go in a way that seemed almost reluctant, then turned to Duke Erex. “Achille, this is Duchess Adalinda Draco. She is visiting from the province of Noerel.” He turned to the duchess. “Adalinda, this is Duke Achille Erex and his sons, Roman and Remus.” He gestured to each man as he spoke. The short servant slipped out.
The duke also took Adalinda’s hand and kissed it. “Wonderful to meet you, Your Grace.”
“Likewise, Your Grace,” said Adalinda. She turned, and her eyes caught Janus’s.
Janus dropped his cup, freezing up. It shattered. On her head were curling black horns. Behind her back, blood-red wings and a matching tail.
He was in the street outside his shop again. The heat and light were so intense. Smoke burned his lungs. A shadow fell over him, and he looked up. A dragon flew overhead, towards the palace, and began to breathe fire to add to the flames. Again, the tower cracked and began to fall toward him.
Then he was back, the cool air of the palace washing over his skin. He leaned heavily on his cane, his legs feeling weak. Patton and Remus hovered by him worriedly, and the servant was knelt by his feet to clean up the glass. Thankfully, the teacup had been empty. “I’m sorry,” he choked out.
Adalinda was looking at him with concern. Roman was looking at him with disdain.
“Let’s go outside,” Patton murmured. “Excuse us, Your Highness,” he said louder.
“Of course,” said Eschive, waving them away.
Patton escorted Janus out of the room, Remus following behind them.
“What happened?” Remus asked worriedly.
“I… just felt faint,” Janus answered. “I’m fine now, really.”
Patton didn’t look convinced, nor did Remus, but he knew Janus well enough to take that as a cue to drop it.
“I have to go back inside,” Remus said. “Are either of you coming?” Janus shook his head. He couldn’t go back in there with that woman.
“I’ll stay with Janus,” Patton said.
“No,” said Janus, shaking his head, “Go keep Remus out of trouble. I just need to gather myself.”
Patton frowned, “But-”
“Go on, keep your husband from saying something regrettable,” Janus repeated.
“Hey!” Remus exclaimed.
“Oh, I’m right and you know it,” Janus replied. “Now go.”
Reluctantly, Remus and Patton went back into the parlor.
Janus sighed and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He had a headache.
“Pssst,” he heard. “C’mere.”
Janus opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. There, across the hall from him, there was the shorter servant, peeking out from behind a plain wooden door. He raised an eyebrow. The man motioned for him to come closer. He hesitated for only a few moments before carefully standing upright. The cane, like always, echoed.
The servant opened the door for Janus to come in. Inside were both the taller servant and the shorter servant. When he was in, the shorter servant closed the door behind him. He looked around. They were in a little kitchenette that was probably primarily for preparing tea if Janus had to guess.
“So…” Janus said. “What did you want, exactly?”
The taller servant cleared his throat. “My name is Logan. I think we have some things to talk about regarding Duchess Draco.”
“Oh?” Janus asked, carefully keeping the nerves from his voice.
“I’m Remy, by the way,” interjected the shorter servant.
“Janus,” replied Janus politely.
Logan cleared his throat. “How about I recount to you what I’ve seen, then you can return the favor?”
“That sounds agreeable,” Janus answered, eyes sparkling with interest. “You've noticed something odd about her, then.”
Remy gave a small laugh. “You could call it odd, I guess. I’d just call it freaky.”
Logan shot him a glare, then continued, “I’ve definitely noticed something odd. You’ll hear my story, then?”
Janus gestured for him to go ahead.
“I was passing by Duchess Draco’s quarters, and I heard her and Prince Eschive conspiring to… get rid of the king,” Logan said.
Janus’s eyes widened.
“That’s not all,” Remy added.
“Indeed,” Logan agreed. “They kissed, and when they did Duchess Draco’s shadow morphed.”
“She had horns and wings,” Janus guessed.
Logan blinked. “And a tail.”
Janus nodded. “I saw that, too. And more.”
“More?” Logan inquired.
“I had a vision this morning… This sounds insane.”
“You’re the seer whose shop is down the main street, are you not?” Logan asked.
Janus hummed. “I suppose I must confide in you. I… am a fraud. Before this morning, I had never seen the future in my life.”
Remy snorted. Again, Logan glared at him. “That is a very unethical way to make a living.”
Janus took a deep breath. “I’ve done what I needed to do. I have a clear conscience. But that isn’t what this conversation is about. I had a vision this morning. The palace was burning. It felt so real… And…”
“And?” Logan prompted.
“I saw it again, just now. But this time there was a dragon, adding to the flames,” Janus said.
Logan and Remy were silent for a few moments, seeming to communicate with their eye contact. Finally they turned back to Janus.
“The course of action I propose is to keep this to ourselves for now,” Logan said. “Our word against the prince and duchess’s is not worth much.”
Janus nodded in agreement. “We should find more information. I can… speak with some of the mystics and magic shop proprietors. Hopefully one of them will have something useful to say.” He was hesitant. He’d avoided the other professionals in the capital to keep from being exposed as a fraud. This situation called for it, though.
Remy grinned. “We get to spy on the duchess and the prince, then?”
Logan gave a long-suffering sigh. “It’s not spying. It’s gathering information.”
“By watching them,” said Remy. “So, spying?”
Logan groaned.
“Janus?” called Remus’s voice, followed quickly by Patton repeating the call.
“I have to go,” Janus said. “It was nice to meet you both. Stay safe.”
“You as well,” Logan answered.
“Yeah, don’t get yourself killed or anything,” Remy said.
Janus huffed out a small laugh, then went to join his friends.
“Where were you?” asked Patton when Janus emerged from the small room.
Janus gave his most convincing smile. “Just gossiping. The servants always have the most interesting things to say.”
Remus giggled. “You’re always looking for things to use against people, aren’t you?” he said as they followed behind the rest of the group.
Janus gave a scandalized gasp. “I would never! I’m just a harmless busybody.”
Patton laughed a little. “Right. He’s just curious and nosy, Remus,” he said playfully.
“Right. Patton knows I’m telling the truth,” Janus said, barely holding in laughter.
Remus shook his head. “Riiiight. Well, I suppose I just have to believe you, seeing as you’re my best friend.”
“Good,” Janus replied.
About that time, they reached the palace gates. “We’ll see you soon, right, Janus?” Patton asked.
“Of course,” Janus answered. “Feel free to drop by any time.” He smiled. When Patton hugged him, he hugged back. And when Remus punched him in the arm, he punched Remus in the chest. They all laughed.
Patton and Remus followed Duke Erex, and Janus walked back toward his shop with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
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The wooden training swords clashed in a way that sent the vibrations all the way up Pryce’s arm, making him wince. His opponent saw an opportunity, and she forced him back until his back collided with the stone wall around the training area. She grinned, and he laughed breathlessly.
“Good match, Val,” he said.
“Wish I could say the same,” Valerie teased, then immediately continued, “and I can. Thanks for the pointers, Pryce.”
“Val!” called a voice from the west viewing platform.
“Virgil!” Valerie called back. She gave Pryce a little wave, then jogged off to her brother.
Pryce watched, then his eyes slowly moved to the right of where the prince and princess were now talking, and he saw the very person he always looked forward to seeing at the end of his practice. His face split into a wide grin, and he waved.
Andy waved back. He looked a bit less self-assured than usual, which worried Pryce. He ran to meet him a little quicker than he usually would, scrambling up the ladder to the platform. “There’s my least favorite sarcastic asshole,” he greeted jokingly.
Andy gave a half-hearted smile and pulled a cookie from the basket he carried. He held it out, and when Pryce reached for it, he snatched it away. “I need help,” he said, the smile falling away. He looked as if he might cry.
Pryce stepped closer and guided him over to a more secluded corner, his blood running cold. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Andy so upset. Annoyed, sure. Grumpy, sure. But never anything like this. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Andy took a deep breath, and it came back out much shakier. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment. He wouldn’t make eye contact when he opened them again. “My father still hasn’t come back,” he said, voice breaking slightly.
“He left three weeks ago, didn’t he?” Pryce asked, his heart breaking at the expression on Andy’s face as he nodded. “I’ll go look for him then, okay? It’ll be okay,” he assured him.
Andy sniffled softly. “By yourself?” He sounded terrified. Pryce had never seen him so vulnerable.
Pryce gave him a reassuring smile. “How about I take Thomas? Sound good?”
Andy nodded again. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Hey, it’s going to be alright,” he said, opening his arms.
Andy surged forward and buried his face in Pryce’s chest, dropping his basket to the floor. Pryce rubbed his back as he cried silently. Over and over again, he reassured him that it was alright. He wished he knew that were true.
3: The Prince
Virgil’s arms were folded in front of him. “You didn’t show up to our history lessons today,” he accused.
“Ugh, I forgot it was Monday,” Valerie groaned. “I’m so sorry, did you cover for me?”
Virgil rolled his eyes. “Of course I did, I’m the best brother ever, remember?”
Valerie nodded, smiling. “Ah, yes, how could I forget?”
“That’s right,” Virgil sniffed. “And I deserve compensation.”
She shook her head fondly. “What do you want, Virge?”
Virgil pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “Give this to Logan for me?”
Valerie sighed. “When are you going to tell him you’re his secret admirer.”
“Never. Ever. That would be the most embarrassing and mortifying thing ever. Why would I do that?” Virgil asked, his face starting to turn red.
Valerie patted her little brother’s head. “Because if you don’t, you never get to find out if he feels the same, you never get to properly court him, you never get to marry him… I could go on.”
Virgil glared at her. “How dare you make sense at me?”
She finally took the note and placed it in her own pocket. “I need to go get changed into my dress for dinner. I’ll give it to him as soon as I see him.”
Virgil smiled, just a little. “Thanks, Val.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be a very good sister if I didn’t enable you in your quest to never talk to your crush about how you feel,” Valerie snarked, starting to walk back toward the armory.
“A lot of sass for someone who’s gonna need me to cover for her again in the future,” Virgil responded.
Valerie waved him off and walked away quickly.
Virgil shook his head fondly and headed back for the palace. He slipped in the door at the east end of the palace, near the kitchen. The halls were empty, which he was glad for, given he was technically supposed to be in his room studying.
He turned a corner, and there was Logan, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “What are you doing, Your Highness?” His intonation did not make it sound like a question.
Virgil felt very small with Logan towering over him. “I went to see Valerie.” His intonation made it sound like a question.
“Right. It’s not as if you need to practice your spells, is it?” Again, it did not sound like a question.
“I, um… I’m on my way back to my room now.” Again, it sounded like a question.
“Hm. I suppose that’s acceptable.” Logan cracked a small smile.
Virgil took a deep breath. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you, Virgil,” Logan assured him. “I’d prefer that you stick to your schedule, but I’m not angry.”
Virgil smiled a little, relieved.
“I’ll accompany you back to your room. I have some work to do nearby.”
“Okay. Sounds good,” Virgil said, as casually as he could manage.
“Good,” Logan answered.
“Good.”
-
The next day, Remus and Patton joined Janus in his garden.
“That one looks like a duck,” Patton said, pointing up at a cloud.
Remus nodded. “A duck who’s up to something,” he added.
“Noooo!” Patton whined. “He’s a nice duck. Very polite. He’s doing some cooking, see?” he said, pointing again.
Janus pointed at Remus. “That one looks like a husband who’s sleeping on the couch tonight,” he joked.
“Only if that’s where we fall asleep after-”
“Remus!” Patton exclaimed, his face cherry-red.
Remus chuckled, reaching up from where he rested with his head on Patton’s lap and booping Patton on the nose, even as Janus made a disgusted face.
“Remus, Father wants you,” Roman’s voice interrupted.
Remus groaned, lifting his head up from Patton’s lap. “What does he need?”
“How should I know?” Roman asked.
Remus rolled his eyes and began to stand up. He licked Patton on the cheek as he did, causing him to break out in giggles and wipe at his cheek with his sleeve. “I’ll see you soon, Darling,” Remus said, getting to his feet fully. “Bye, Jan-ass.”
“Bye, dickhead,” Janus responded as Remus opened the gate of Janus’s back garden to leave.
Roman was about to follow him when Patton called out, “Roman, are you busy?”
Janus shot Patton a glare.
“No, I suppose not,” Roman said, pausing by the gate. “Why?”
“Come join us!” said Patton. “We’re cloud-watching.”
“Oh. Fun,” Roman said, sounding slightly conflicted. His gaze wandered over to Janus, and they both narrowed their eyes.
Janus gave in first, letting out a frustrated sigh. He poured Roman some watered wine into the extra cup he’d brought out with him (Remus had a habit of managing to break the wooden cups, but he always bought a new one when he did, so Janus didn’t mind much). He held out the cup, a peace offering of sorts.
Roman opened the gate and stepped into the garden. His red coat looked out of place in the green of the small fenced-in area.
Patton grinned. “Yay!”
Roman reached for the cup. As his hand closed around it, his fingers brushed Janus’s. Janus found himself dropping yet another cup as he sprung upright. He stood in a grand ballroom, smoke and screams filling the air. Roman stood a few feet away, and, past him, a great shadow in the shape of a dragon with glowing red eyes. It began to move toward Roman, and Janus cried out.
Janus was back in the garden again, breathing heavily. Roman was in front of him, their faces just inches apart. Wine dripped down Janus’s shins, staining his dark pants even darker. “Watch it!” he hissed, unable to think of what else to say or do.
Roman’s stunned expression turned offended. “You’re the one who dropped it!” They were even closer now.
Patton snickered, and Roman and Janus jumped apart like they’d been burned.
“I have to go,” Janus said quickly.
“Janus!” Patton called, but Janus was already out the gate and rushing toward the palace.
-
Logan set the tray down on the table more loudly than he usually did things, especially in the library. As a result, Virgil jumped.
“Holy shit, Logan! Don’t do that to me!” Virgil exclaimed.
Logan gave him a disapproving look. “You are going to get in trouble with your father one of these days using that sort of language.” He began to take items off the tray and set them near the tomes that Virgil had laid out on the table. “Time for lunch. Take a break.”
Virgil looked at the food, then back to his books again, then rubbed his hand over his face. “Fine. Thanks, Logan.”
“Of course, Your Highness.”
Virgil opened his mouth to say something, but then the door burst open and footsteps, along with the tapping of a cane, hurried toward them.
“Logan? I need to talk to-“ Janus stopped as he rounded one of the shelves and spotted Virgil. He bowed quickly, wincing at the spasm in his back. He hoped they couldn’t see his expression. “I apologize, Your Highness.”
Virgil huffed. “No need for that. Please.” He paused as Janus righted himself. “Hey, aren’t you—“
“Janus,” Janus interrupted quickly. He realized his mistake quickly, but he decided to double down, clenching his jaw. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s Janus now.”
“Oh!” Virgil said. “Cool.”
“You needed to talk to me, Janus?” Logan asked.
“Yes. It’s urgent.”
Logan looked to Virgil, and Virgil waved him off. He and Janus began to leave, and as they were rounding the shelf, Logan looked back to see that Virgil had gone back to his books, the food untouched. He sighed softly but continued on his way.
He led Janus to an empty sitting room, then closed and locked the door behind him. He turned back to Janus, who had begun to pace nervously. “What do you have?”
Janus bit his lip. “I had another vision.”
Logan stepped closer. “That sounds ominous.”
“Yeah, it’s…” Janus sighed. “You remember Roman Erex, yes?”
Logan wrinkled his nose slightly. “Yes. Yes I do.”
“Well, his brother and brother-in-law are my friends, and we were spending time together in my garden when Roman came to tell Remus to go see their father. Then Patton said that Roman should join us, and I didn’t want him to, but Patton was giving me those puppy-dog eyes, and… I went to hand him a drink, and when our hands touched, I saw… him, fighting a dragon in a grand ballroom. Maybe the one in this palace.” As Janus finished, he felt the tension drain out of him, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.
Logan looked off into space, considering it for a while. “There seems to be no other reasonable conclusion. Roman is the one who must save the kingdom.”
Janus winced again. “That’s exactly what I didn’t want you to say.”
“Well, on my end, I’ve seen Eschive and Adalinda entering and exiting the same rooms furtively around the same time. They are certainly in it together. But, Eschive… He’s different around her,” Logan said.
“I noticed that yesterday,” Janus confirmed.
“What are our next steps?”
“You keep an eye on them. I’m going to spend the rest of the day talking to the other mystics. I was putting it off, but it’s becoming more and more urgent,” Janus said. “And you can clue in Remy, too.”
Logan nodded. “Shouldn’t we talk to Roman?”
Janus clenched his jaw and his free hand. “More information first.”
“Got it. Stay safe, Janus.”
“You too,” Janus said with a strained smile. He exited wordlessly, leaving Logan behind with only a sinking feeling.
When Logan returned to the library, it was to find Virgil having actually eaten a little bit. Not as much as Logan would like, but he would take the small victory.
“Why are you studying so hard?” he asked as he approached. “You hate studying.”
“I found something that interests me,” Virgil replied, leaning away from his books and stretching with a wince. “Healing magic is actually really interesting. Kinda complicated, though.”
“Good. But I would encourage you not to neglect your physical wellbeing, Your Highness,” Logan chided.
Virgil rolled his eyes and took another bite of his food to placate him. “You don’t have to call me that,” Virgil protested with his mouth full. “In fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t.”
Logan stiffened slightly. “I’d prefer to follow the rules, Prince Virgil.”
Huffing, Virgil took another bite, but this time swallowed before speaking again. “So, what’s going on with Janus?”
Logan looked unsure of what to say. “Just some palace business he is helping with.”
Logan, Virgil thought for the millionth time, was a horrible liar. “Right,” he said skeptically.
“If you’ll excuse me, Your Highness, I have some chores to take care of,” Logan said, looking uncomfortable.
“Of course,” Virgil answered defeatedly.
“Will you finish your food?” Logan asked.
Virgil softened. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll eat. You’re good at taking care of me.”
Logan allowed himself a small smile at the praise. “It is my job.”
He turned and left, and Virgil wished he would stay.
4: The Mystic
“ Mirror’s Shop of Curiosities ,” the sign hanging from a post above the door read. Underneath the words was painted a crystal ball with an eye inside. The building was sort of squat, the walls bowed outward, but somehow not suggesting a lack of structural integrity. In fact, the building itself seemed to exude comfort and safety. The walls were a ruddy brown color, the windows dirty with shutters that were likely once a deep blue but now a cracked and faded cerulean. The door was the most well-taken-care-of part of the exterior. It was a deep brown, almost black, leaving passers-by wondering what kind of wood it was.
Janus steeled himself, took a deep breath, and knocked twice before entering. A bell rang above him as he walked in. At first glance, the shopfront was emptier than expected. Scattered potion bottles and dried herbs sat on shelves, along with jars of things that looked suspiciously like pieces of once-living animals. A layer of dust coated almost every surface except for the products themselves, the counter, and the table and crystal ball toward the back of the shop. The table looked a lot like Janus’s own setup back at home.
“Hello?” Janus called.
A head, mostly a mop of gray hair and the lower part of a face (which looked awfully young compared to that color of hair), popped up from behind the counter. “Hello!” the person said in a smooth voice that somehow seemed discordant with their appearance. It was a familiar voice, though Janus wasn’t sure where he had heard it before. “Oh! You’re Janus, right?”
Janus winced. He had hoped not to be recognized at any of these places. “And you must be Mirror?”
“Correct!” Mirror replied, standing up to their full height. They were a little taller than Janus, pale and wearing rather simple clothing. “What can I do for you?”
“I, um… I’ve had a vision that I would like to get a second opinion on,” Janus answered.
“Well, I’d be happy to provide one!” Mirror said. “Go ahead.”
Janus took a deep breath. “I saw… the palace. On fire.”
Mirror’s mouth fell halfway open for a moment, but they regained their composure fairly quickly. They shook their head. “We should discuss this in private.” They hurried around from behind the counter to lock the shop door. Janus noticed that they were barefoot. They rushed back around the counter and gestured for Janus to follow.
Janus walked into the back room and sat when Mirror gestured to a chair. He watched as Mirror began to light candles and close curtains. The back room was full of drying herbs, empty jars and bottles, and potion-making apparatuses. It smelled strongly of rosemary and thyme.
When Mirror was done rushing around, they sat in the only other chair, which faced Janus, and looked at him intently. “Tell me everything.”
As Janus recounted his visions, Mirror looked more and more troubled. When Janus was finished, Mirror began to mumble to themselves, rubbing their temples (which allowed Janus a glimpse of one of their eyes, which was the color of their hair with no pupils or whites. Very unsettling.) and occasionally chewing on their bottom lip.
Mirror finally turned back to him, their eyes hidden by their hair again. “This is very disturbing.”
Janus huffed out a nervous laugh. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Mirror chewed on their lip again for a few moments. “The first two visions seem to be somewhat metaphorical. Disaster at the palace, something to do with a draconic creature.”
Janus nodded. “Okay. But the third?”
“Literal. Roman Erex will have to face off with the Dragon Witch,” Mirror said gravely.
“The Dragon Witch?”
“She seems to have taken on the name Adalinda Draco. The fact that she has already infiltrated the palace is very worrying…” Mirror mused.
“Okay, but who is she? What do you know about her?” Janus asked.
“Not much, I’m afraid. I know only that she has a reputation for destruction, and that they say she can influence people,” Mirror informed him. “You should keep asking around to find out more. I fear that Roman may be our only hope, and that he needs your help.”
“ My help?” Janus asked incredulously.
“Yes,” Mirror answered. “You’re the one who had the vision for a reason.” They paused, then stood and began to rummage around in the deep drawers of their workbench. They pulled out a rectangle-shaped parcel triumphantly, then turned to hand it to Janus. “Keep track of all of your visions, gut feelings, and even just notable thoughts in here. It will help.”
Janus raised an eyebrow. “How will journaling help?”
Mirror smirked. “It’s the journal more than the journaling. It’ll help you piece things together, trust me.”
“Right,” Janus said, pushing himself up. “Well, thank you.”
He was almost out the door when Mirror called, “Remember to keep your mirror nearby!”
Janus turned quickly to ask Mirror what they meant, but there was no sign of them. His stomach roiling with dread, Janus left the shop.
-
Janus knocked at the door hesitantly. He hated coming to visit Remus. Not because of Remus or Patton, but most of the others in the house. Roman and the duke shared a strong distaste for him, though for different reasons, as did most of the servants. Duchess Erex, though, was different. Carine Erex was really the only positive maternal figure Janus had ever had. And he was relieved beyond belief that she was the one to open the door.
“Hello, Your Grace,” Janus greeted with a smile.
Carine scoffed. “I’ve told you many times, dear one, you may call me Carine.” Her hair was up in a practical bun, and she wore a riding outfit. She must have been about to go out. He wondered how Duke Erex felt about her wearing pants instead of a skirt.
Janus grinned. “Your husband might murder me if I tried.”
Carine’s expression turned sour. “Yes, I suppose so.” She shook her head and smiled again. “Are you here to see Remus?”
“And Patton, if they’re both home,” Janus responded.
“I believe they’re in the greenhouse. Patton wanted to do some gardening today,” Carine said. “Go ahead, dear. And tell anyone I invited you in if they ask.”
Janus let out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you, Carine,” he said.
She winked. “Don’t mention it.”
They traded places, Janus going into the house as she went out, and she closed the door between them. The greenhouse, which was attached to the house, was not far from the front door, thankfully. Janus arrived there without seeing another person.
Patton was wearing his gardening outfit, the too-big shirt and patched pants reminding Janus of a child gardening with their mother. The whole ensemble was muddy, from wide-brimmed hat to gigantic boots.
Remus lounged nearby, sideways and upside down on a fainting couch with his torso and head hanging off. Janus wondered if the blood was rushing to his head. His tie, jacket, and waistcoat were discarded and his shirt unbuttoned. He held a book in front of his face, probably another horror novel.
Janus cleared his throat, and two sets of eyes turned to him before Patton let out an ear-piercing squeal.
“Janus!” he cried. “There you are! We were worried!”
Janus grimaced. “Yeah. Something came up.” He looked down at his wine-stained pants and realized he’d been in the presence of the prince like this. He wanted to hit himself. Then his eyes fell on Remus again. Remus’s expression was tired, angry, and sorrowful. He looked absolutely miserable.
Janus walked over and perched himself on the arm of the couch. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly.
Remus shook his head. “Not right now.”
Janus gave a half-smile. “Okay. Then we’ll talk about something else.”
Patton brushed himself off as well as he could with muddy gloves on, then took the gloves off. “What do you want to talk about, Janus?” he asked softly.
Janus took a deep breath. “I have something fairly serious I wish to discuss, actually. I need you both to listen with an open mind.”
Remus quickly swung himself upright, his impeccable balance unnerving as always. “What’s up, Janny?” His eyes still looked sad despite the rest of his face having taken on an expression of curiosity.
Janus looked away. “I had a vision. A few, actually.”
Silence fell over them for a few moments. Patton was the first to break it. “I thought you didn’t really have those.” He sounded scared, his voice small.
“Yeah,” Janus said. “It’s a new development.”
“Okay…” Remus began. “What kind of visions?”
Janus took a deep breath and recounted not only his visions but everything he’d learned at the palace and Mirror’s Shop of Curiosities. He didn’t look at them until he was finished. When he finally did look, Remus looked… Dismayed? Angry? Shocked? No, certainly not, because now he just looked worried, like Patton.
“Well,” said Patton. He didn’t seem to know what to say after that. He was trying to look brave, Janus noted. He didn’t want Patton to be afraid of him.
Remus apparently did know what to say. “This is bullshit. But! I think I speak for both of us when I say that we’ll do whatever we can to help.”
Patton nodded quickly. “Tell us what you need, Kiddo. I could talk to Roman for you…”
Janus shook his head. “First of all, I am two months younger than you.”
“Baby,” Patton said, nodding decisively.
Janus scowled. “Secondly, I’m going to keep Roman in the dark as long as possible. I don’t think he’ll believe me without more information.”
“We can do that, then,” Remus offered. “I’m good at that.”
“You are,” Janus agreed. “I think that would actually be pretty helpful.”
“You should go check in with Lo again,” Patton suggested. “He needs to know what you learned from Mirror.”
Janus nodded. “That’s good, yes, I can do that.”
Patton tilted his head. “Take a breath, Kiddo.”
“ Two. Months ,” Janus hissed before following Patton’s instructions.
“You got this,” Patton encouraged. “How’s your leg?”
Janus frowned. “Fine. I can rest later, I know that’s what you were going to say.”
Patton frowned back. “You’d better rest later, Mister.”
“Two months,” Janus repeated. “And you’re not my fa-” He paused. “I’m going to go to the palace. Thank you for your help.” He walked out as quickly as he could, trying to get his heart rate under control.
5: The Worshipper
Janus crouched at the top of the stairs, listening. Listening to his parents argue. About him. His mother was of the opinion that they could, “make [him] better,” while his father just wanted to, “get rid of [him].” Janus didn’t want to know what that meant.
He was about to go to his room and get ready to leave, for good, when his father called that name. The name that wasn’t his. It didn’t belong to him. Nonetheless, he was expected to respond to it.
He straightened, brushed his jacket off, smoothed his short hair down, and began to walk down the stairs. “Father, that isn’t my name,” he said stubbornly.
His father’s face was turning purple. “Yes, it is,” he ground out. He pulled a chair up next to the fire—far too close—and said, “Sit.”
Janus did.
His father was pacing as his mother knelt in front of him. His mother pleaded, “We know this isn’t you. Tell me what’s wrong, what has happened. How do we make you want to be our little girl again?”
Janus frowned. “I’ve told you, Mother,” he said softly, “you can’t. I’m not your little girl.”
“Ridiculous!” his father roared. “You stubborn little brat! Just tell us what you want so this can go back to normal!”
“This is normal! This is who I am!” Janus yelled back.
Janus’s father pushed his mother out of the way and grabbed Janus by his collar, pulling him up.
The rest was a blur. Janus remembered being beaten and thrown around, but only vaguely. What was vivid was the left side of his face being pressed to the grate in front of the fire, then slammed against it again and again. He could never forget the feeling of his flesh searing against hot metal.
That was the day Janus was estranged from the Marquis and Marquess de Allerie.
-
The streets were crowded. It slowed Janus’s progress in getting to the palace, but it provided the noise he needed to overrule his racing thoughts. It only left room for one thing. He had to get to the palace and talk to Logan and Remy.
He was lucky in that walking around the streets with a cane meant the people that noticed tried not to bump into him. Unfortunately, someone didn’t notice him.
Janus nearly went tumbling to the ground, barely managing to steady himself. The person who ran into him, though, did fall to the ground. Janus went to help him up. He recognized him vaguely, someone he saw frequently in visiting the palace when he was younger. The baker’s son, he realized. Avery? Alfred? Allen? Something like that.
The man pushed Janus’s hand away and stood on his own. As their hands touched, Janus froze.
He stood in the forest. The air was cool and crisp and smelled like iron, and there was only the moonlight to illuminate the gruesome sight before him. The palace baker lay prone in the dirt, his horse lying nearby and his cart overturned. A pool of dark liquid spread around him, wetting the dirt.
“Are you okay?” asked the baker’s son, and Janus returned abruptly to the busy street.
“Yeah, I’m fine, bu-” Janus began.
“Good,” said the man, and he rushed away before Janus could ask or tell him anything.
Janus swallowed heavily, watching after him. He could still taste the iron smell. Then he turned and continued on his way to the palace.
-
Thomas felt the damp seeping through the seat of his pants as he sat on the log, but he didn’t particularly care. It was cold, sure, but he was more focused on his conversation.
“I dunno, Emi, it’s like he just wants to play with me. Like it’s some kind of game,” he said.
The child sitting in front of him was drawing lines in the dirt, but he looked up to answer. “Maybe that’s his way of showing he likes you. Like when Kyle used to push you over.”
Thomas winced at the memory. “Yeah. Maybe.” He didn’t sound convinced.
Emile sighed. “I think he likes you, Tommy. He even made you that sketch of you. The one you hung up on your wall.”
Thomas smiled. “I know the one. It’s so pretty.”
Emile nodded decisively. “There you go. He likes you.”
“But what if it’s just as friends?” Thomas asked.
Emile shrugged. “You know I always say you should talk about it instead of overthinking.”
Thomas shook his head fondly. “Maybe you’re right, Emi. As always.”
Emile grinned. “Why, thank you!”
“Thomas!” Pryce’s voice called. It sounded like something rather urgent needed his attention. When Thomas looked back to where Emile had been, he was gone. Thomas sighed and stood before jogging in the direction of Pryce’s voice.
Upon reaching the clearing just off the road, Thomas froze. Andy’s father lay in the dirt, dried blood caking the dirt around him. His throat had been slit, and he was so, so pale. Thomas looked to Pryce who knelt next to a pool of vomit. It looked like he was having trouble breathing.
Thomas went and knelt next to him, in between him and the upsetting scene. “Can I touch you?”
Pryce nodded. Thomas placed a hand on Pryce’s back and rubbed it.
“We’ll do everything we can,” Thomas assured him softly. “We’ll take him back for a proper burial and do whatever Andy needs. I know it’s terrifying, and that it hurts, so badly right now. It hurts more than anything. But it will be okay, eventually.”
Pryce nodded again. “Okay.” He paused. “He was like a father to me.”
“I know,” Thomas said softly. “You go back to camp, and I’ll carry him back there. Ready the horses and put out the fire. Can you do that?”
Pryce nodded yet again. Thomas helped him to stand, then he turned and walked back towards their camp.
Thomas sighed and turned back to the baker. He crouched next to him and offered a small prayer to the Death Goddess, then hefted the body into his arms.
-
Thomas screamed as he fell to his knees in the remnants of his home. The scorched bodies of his fathers were contorted in fear, and he wanted to scrub the sight from his eyes.
His brother lay in a makeshift grave in the forest. Thomas had built it from stones and mud. He hoped it was enough for Emile to rest peacefully.
“ Thomas,” said a small voice.
Thomas looked up. Emile stood over him and offered him a hand, pulling Thomas to his feet when he took it.
“ Emile?” Thomas asked, dumbfounded.
“ Yeah. The Death Goddess and the Magic Goddess took me in. I’m sort of a god now? Or, I will be,” Emile said. “It’s hard to explain.”
“ Oh,” Thomas said softly.
“ You have to get up,” Emile told him. “You have to walk to the nearest town and ask for help. Please, Thomas. You have to live.”
Thomas had never been able to say no to that face.
-
Patton grabbed Remus’s hand as they entered the shop. A bell attached to the door rang out. There was a bored-looking teenager at the counter, leaning their elbows on the counter with their chin in their hands. They had bright red hair that fell over one eye in the front and ended at their neck in the back. Their clothes were largely black and red, very expensive colors to dye fabric in, though the clothes themselves looked fairly plain.
Remus squeezed Patton’s hand. Patton had always been uncomfortable around anything to do with magic.
“Hey there, Kiddo!” he greeted the teenager nonetheless.
They finally looked up, having been unfazed by the bell. “Hi, welcome to Pierre’s Powerful Particulars, home of many useful magical items. How may I help you today?” they droned.
“We want to trade for information,” Remus said. “Are you the proprietor of this shop?”
The teenager huffed out a small breath. “Hell no. I’ll go get Pierre.”
“Thank you very much,” Patton said with a friendly smile. He was sure he looked nervous.
The teenager waved their hand and disappeared into the back of the shop.
Patton cast his eyes around nervously. Remus squeezed his hand again. Patton smiled at him.
A tall man, probably in his late twenties, walked out of the back of the shop. He looked tired. He clearly hadn’t shaved in a while, but not long enough to grow much of a beard. His long blond hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. His dark eyes looked glazed over.
Poor guy must be really tired , Patton thought.
“Pierre, at your service,” the man said.
“We need some information,” Remus said. “We are prepared to pay handsomely.”
The man smiled. Something about it unsettled Patton. “Well, I hope I can provide what you need.”
“What do you know about the Dragon Witch?” Remus asked. Patton decided he also didn’t like that Remus had gone into all-business mode.
“Oh,” Pierre said, “I can tell you about her.”
6: The Nanny
By the time Janus got back to the palace, he was in a very sour mood. From the crowds, the exchange with Patton that almost ended in him saying something regrettable, the vision from Andy, and the pain in his back and leg. Nonetheless, he continued to walk, making his way into the palace and beginning the search for Logan.
It didn’t take long to find him, returning some clean blankets to one of the linen closets.
Janus cleared his throat. “We need to talk,” he said when Logan turned his head to look at him.
“Come in,” Logan said.
Janus walked into the linen closet and closed the door behind him. It wasn’t as cramped as it seemed when looking into it from outside. He took a deep breath. “I have troubling news. I’ve talked with the proprietor of one of the shops, and it seems we’re dealing with someone called the Dragon Witch, who has taken the name Adalinda Draco and gotten herself a noble title.”
Logan’s eyes widened. “That sounds unpleasant.”
Janus nodded. “Her powers supposedly include mind control. And Roman must defeat her. Apparently my having the vision means I’m supposed to help.”
Logan began to pace in the small space. “What do we do, then?”
“Remus and Patton have been filled in, and they’re looking into that now,” Janus replied.
Logan nodded. “As soon as they find that information, we should take action. Time is certainly of the essence.”
“Definitely. I just have to convince Roman when the information becomes available to us,” Janus said, his tone and expression both defeated and nervous.
“I have to talk to Remy,” Logan said as he opened the closet. “But first, let me walk you to the gate. You look exhausted.” They began to walk together.
Janus grimaced. “I’m that obvious, huh?”
Logan pressed his lips into a tight line and let the silence hang for a moment. Then he said, “There’s nothing wrong with needing to rest. Taking care of yourself is important.”
Janus laughed sharply. “I give that advice all the time. I suppose I haven’t applied it to myself.”
Logan hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe you should give that a try.”
“Thanks, Logan.”
Logan nodded.
As they rounded a corner, they passed Virgil. He gave a little wave. “Hi, Janus. Hi, Lo.”
Virgil rounded the corner, and Logan turned his head slightly, looking wistfully at where Virgil had been.
“You should talk to him,” Janus said after looking around to make sure no one was nearby.
Logan bristled. “I talk to him all the time.”
Janus scoffed. “About feelings, Logan.”
Logan shook his head. “There’s nothing to do about it. He’s… out of my reach.”
Sighing, Janus looked away. “Just a little advice.”
They reached the door to the palace, and they walked down the path to the gate in silence.
“Get home safe,” Logan said.
“I’ll certainly try,” replied Janus.
They both turned and began to walk in opposite directions. The streets were less crowded now, and Janus made it home in far less time than it would have taken earlier. He thought about Logan’s advice to take a rest, and Patton’s demand that he rest. He put out his “Open” sign and went to clean up a little. He’d do some readings and then rest. Putting it off surely wouldn’t hurt… too badly.
-
Janus was in the middle of listening to a customer’s question about their future when he heard a knock on the door. Specifically, Remus’s knock pattern. He paused, then interrupted the customer, “I need to check on this, I’ll be right back.”
When he opened the door, Remus was there, looking worried and somewhat upset. Patton stood slightly behind him with the same expression on his face. “What’s wrong?” Janus asked.
“Um, we have something kind of important to tell you,” Patton said, then began to chew on his lip. He paused for a moment, then wrinkled his brow. “You’re not resting.”
Janus cast a glance over his shoulder. “Can it wait a little? I’m with a customer.”
“I guess,” said Remus. But Janus had never seen him so on-edge.
Sighing, Janus gestured for them to come in. “You guys go to my room, I’ll be right there.”
They both walked past the customer and into the back room.
Janus walked over to the customer. “I’m very sorry, but something has come up. If you’ll come back later, I’ll do your reading for half price.”
They looked a little miffed, but the customer did leave. Janus sighed and went to join Remus and Patton. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.
Patton and Remus looked at each other.
“The Dragon Witch,” said Patton. “She’s a real nasty character.”
“What do you mean?” Janus asked, his heart jumping in his chest.
Remus tried to perk up, but it didn’t quite work. “Well, it’s mostly just rumors, but, supposedly, she started the war in Louria, killed the prince of Hertland, and has razed quite a few villages.”
Janus’s eyes gradually widened. “That’s… not good.”
Patton quickly added, “But we think there’s a way to defeat her. We were told that the source of her power is an enchanted mirror.”
“So we destroy that,” Janus said.
“It’s not that simple,” Remus replied. “The mirror is hidden away in a cave in the Droiler Mountains. She connects with it through other mirrors.”
Janus hissed out a sigh. “Well… Do we know where the cave is exactly?”
Patton nodded and pulled out a map from his messenger bag.
Janus hummed. “That’s about a three days’ walk, six round trip,” he said. “And… Unfortunately, according to my visions, Roman has to come with me. You two can stay here if you like, though.”
Remus and Patton locked eyes again. Patton nodded.
“Fuck that, let’s go on a quest!” Remus said. “Besides, you may need help kidnapping my brother.”
Janus sighed.
-
For the third time that day, Janus walked to the palace, this time with companions. The sun was moving lower and lower in the sky. He was distracted, trying to come up with what to say to Roman. Patton flitted around him worriedly as they walked. He kept asking if Janus was alright, if he needed to stop. He said that they could go tomorrow, that Janus needed rest. Janus just hummed and mumbled basic responses. “I’m fines,” and “It’s okays.”
Janus felt like it took very little time to arrive at the palace. Nonetheless, he brought himself back to the present just as Remus told the guards that they had business with Logan. It was a good excuse to be there so late, and it was true as well. The guards let them in.
Janus let Remus take the lead on asking around about where Logan was. Eventually, they caught up with him. “Logan,” Janus called.
Logan turned to see them, and he quickly bowed his head to Remus. “I assume you have something to talk about?”
Janus nodded. “I’ll let Remus explain… I need to talk to Roman. I walked here to stall,” he admitted.
Patton furrowed his brow. “Janus, your leg…”
Janus set his jaw. “I’m fine , Patton. You three discuss what needs to be done. It’ll help when I drag Roman back here.”
Logan sighed, and Remus gave him a concerned look as well. “I’ll be okay, I promise,” Janus said. He turned abruptly and left before he could be lectured on the importance of taking breaks.
When he finally got back to Duke Erex’s estate, it was dark, and he was limping pretty heavily. One of the servants opened the door. Thankfully, it was Grey, who was sympathetic to Janus. “Young Master Remus isn’t here, Janus,” they said.
“I know,” Janus answered. “I’m here to see Roman.”
Grey raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “He’s in the study. The Duke isn’t there, don’t worry.”
Smiling in relief, Janus stepped inside when Grey gave him space to. “Thank you, Grey.” He walked away quickly, trying to avoid anyone else. Another servant brushed past him in the hall outside the study, knocking into the arm holding his cane and nearly kicking the cane out from under him. Janus nearly fell. He righted himself and took a deep breath before knocking on the study door.
“Come in!” Roman’s voice called. Janus did his best not to hobble as he entered. He closed the door behind him.
Roman looked up, then his eyes widened in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
Janus took another breath. “I have something to talk to you about.”
Roman furrowed his brow, but then gestured for Janus to continue.
Janus told his story in great detail, trying to make sure Roman would believe him. To his surprise, Roman listened quietly.
When Janus was finished, Roman stood from behind the desk, then walked toward Janus. Janus straightened as much as he could, but Roman still towered over him. He swallowed with difficulty.
“You really think I would believe all that? That I’m so gullible I’d just listen to you?” Roman asked.
“Roman, it’s true,” Janus said as earnestly as he could, fighting against the annoyance that wanted to creep into his voice.
Roman grit his teeth. “I can’t believe you! Why do you want to make a fool of me?”
Janus shrank back a little. “I know I wasn’t always nice to you when we were growing up, but this isn’t about you and me! This is more important than us!”
“Why do you always feel the need to antagonize me?!”
“Oh, please! You do the same!”
“You little-”
The door swung open. In swept Galena, Roman and Remus’s nanny, carrying a basket of clean dishes. She took in the scene before her. “Hm. What are you two fighting about now?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Roman frowned, almost a pout, like a child who knew they were about to be in trouble. “He’s trying to convince me that I need to go off with him to save the kingdom.”
“It’s true!” Janus insisted. “I saw you fighting the Dragon Witch! I saw it, Roman!”
Roman turned back to him. “You’re really doubling down?”
Galena raised a hand, then pinched her fingers together. “Quiet.” She stepped closer to the two of them, taking in Janus’s expression. “Roman, he’s clearly telling the truth.”
“What?!” Roman asked.
“Look at his eyes,” Galena requested.
Roman peered into Janus’s face, and Janus clenched his free hand into a fist at his side, his knuckles going white as he tried not to flush from having the attention on him. Whatever Roman saw with his deep green eyes seemed to surprise him. He stepped back. “What do we do now?” he asked Janus.
Janus breathed a sigh of relief. “We go to see Remus and Patton at the palace. They’re discussing it with a servant who knows about it. They’ll have an idea of what our next steps should be.”
Roman nodded, surprisingly agreeable. “Great. Let me finish on this last report, then we’ll go.”
7: The Baker
Logan led Patton and Remus toward the scullery, where Remy was supposed to be helping out that day. “So, Patton,” Logan said, “It’s been a while since we got to talk.” His voice felt stilted and awkward.
Patton nodded, giving him a smile, even though he didn’t turn to see it. “Yeah. I’ve missed you and Prince Virgil.”
Remus tilted his head. “You should visit them sometimes, Pat.”
Patton’s smile fell. “I guess, but right now we have serious things to talk about.”
“Indeed,” Logan agreed. He opened the door to the scullery and held up a finger in a gesture for Patton and Remus to stay in the corridor. He returned shortly with Remy at his side.
“Hello,” Patton said with another smile. “I’m Patton, nice to meet you.”
“Remy, at your service,” Remy answered.
Remus waved a hand. “Remus, it’s a pleasure.”
Logan cleared his throat. “Let’s go somewhere less… open.”
Patton’s eyes widened. “Right! Lead the way!”
Remy grabbed Logan’s arm, much to Logan’s apparent annoyance, and began to walk. A short walk later, they found themselves in the servants’ quarters. Remy opened a door and gestured for the rest to go inside, then followed when they did. He checked no one was around and closed the door. “You have information?” he asked when he turned to face them, lowering his tinted glasses slightly, an excited look in his eyes.
“Yes!” Patton said. “It’s… There’s this mirror we have to go destroy to take away the Dragon Witch’s powers, but it’s in a cave in the mountains, and it’s going to be a long journey, and Remus and I are going with Janus and Roman to do that,” he said far too quickly.
Logan and Remy seemed to catch all of it, though. Remy hummed. “Well, I have to go with you guys. I’m not missing this.”
Logan hummed. “I suppose I should stay here, then.”
“I want to go too,” a voice said from the doorway.
They all jumped and turned to face the door, where Prince Virgil stood leaned against the door frame.
There was silence for a few moments, then Logan frowned. “No.”
“No?” Virgil asked, frowning back.
“It’s too dangerous, Your Highness,” Logan answered.
“I’m a grown adult,” Virgil shot back.
“A grown adult who’s never been in any real danger. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Logan said, sounding slightly agitated.
“And you’re just overprotective! I’m a healer! I can help!” Virgil cried.
“Prince Virgil-”
“Actually,” Remus interrupted, “a healer might be helpful.”
Logan shot him a glare.
“See?” Virgil said. “They want me to come!”
“Kiddo, Lo’s right. It’s really dangerous,” Patton said.
“Virgil,” Logan said, successfully catching Virgil’s attention. “I just want you to be safe.”
Virgil tilted his head. “I will be, Logan.”
Logan sighed softly. “Then I’m coming too. The other servants can fend for themselves for a while.”
Virgil raised an eyebrow and flushed slightly, then a triumphant smile split his face. “Cool.”
“Won’t people look for you?” Patton asked.
“Hm,” Virgil paused for a moment, “I think I have an idea.”
-
“Where are we going?” Patton asked as he, Logan, and Remus followed Virgil down the road.
Virgil was focusing very hard on not tripping over the boots he’d borrowed from Logan, which were about two sizes too large. “Mh,” he hummed, “you’ll see.” He pulled the hood of his cloak down further. He was clearly trying not to be recognized. Patton wasn’t sure if Logan tagging along would help with that.
They finally slowed outside a bakery. The bakery that served the palace more often than not. Virgil opened the door, and the group made their way inside.
The baker’s son–Andy, Patton’s brain supplied–popped up from behind the counter, surveying them with a raised eyebrow. “How may I help you?”
Virgil looked around, then lowered his hood. “I need a favor.”
Andy rushed to bow, but Virgil quickly waved for him to straighten up.
“It’s fine, um…” Virgil cleared his throat. “I have somewhere I need to go, but no one can know I’m gone. You look so much like me…”
“Ooooh, no,” Andy said. “Nope. I can’t. That’s not going to work.”
“Andy, please,” Virgil said. He looked around furtively again. “It’s very important. The Dragon Witch has infiltrated the castle, and I need to go destroy her power at its source. We need your help.”
Andy’s shoulders fell. “The Dragon Witch? I… Who’s going to run the bakery?”
“I think I know a couple people who owe me a favor,” Patton said. “I’m sure I’ll find someone.”
A small sigh escaped Andy’s lips. “You’re sure about this?”
Virgil nodded. “It’ll be absolutely fine. Just lay low, and I’ll be back before you know it. A week, tops.”
Andy nodded. “Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” Virgil said. “You're doing the kingdom a great service.”
With a sigh, Andy walked around from behind the counter. “I’m glad to help, I guess.”
-
Patton held up a lock of Andy’s hair and carefully took the scissors to it. “You know, Logan, I don’t think anyone would have noticed that Andy’s hair is longer than Virgil’s. It’s not that much longer.”
“Better safe than sorry,” Logan said with the smug tone of someone who had just gotten their way.
Patton brushed the hair off of Andy’s shoulders. “Look in the mirror and tell me what ya think,” he instructed Andy, who did as told.
Virgil approached to look Andy over. “...Well, this is uncanny.”
Andy turned to look back at Virgil. “Tell me about it.”
“Makeup time!” Remus announced with perhaps a bit too much excitement.
Andy sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to apply it myself after you leave…”
“We’ll keep it simple,” Virgil promised. “Come on.”
Andy followed Virgil to the vanity table and sat facing the mirror. “And what do I do if someone notices I’m not you?” he asked.
“No one will notice,” Logan assured him, “because you will lay low and pretend to be ill. Ask not to be bothered, and no one will bother you.”
Andy took a deep breath, grimacing slightly as Remus and Virgil simultaneously began to apply makeup to his face.
“Eyes open,” Virgil instructed. “You need to see what we’re doing.”
Patton leaned against the wall, watching as Remus and Virgil lectured Andy on what to do with the makeup, Virgil very seriously and Remus with the occasional off-color remark.
Remy emerged from the walk-in closet with an armful of clothes and began laying them out on the bed.
There was a knock at the door.
“Got it,” Patton said, pushing himself away from the wall.
When he opened the door, there stood Pryce and Thomas. “Oh,” said Pryce, “hello, Patton. Do you happen to know where Andy is? Or Logan, he might know.”
“Ah, um…” Patton began.
Pryce looked past Patton, and his facial expression fell when he spotted Andy. He raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Why is he here?” He took in more of the scene. “What’s going on?”
“Pryce?” Andy asked.
Logan and Patton locked eyes. It took less than a second for them to come to an agreement.
Patton stepped aside for Pryce and Thomas to enter. “Hi, Thomas,” he said
“Hi, Patton,” Thomas answered with a tense smile.
Logan walked over to them as Patton closed the door. “Andy is doing us a huge favor. Prince Virgil has somewhere he needs to go without anyone knowing he’s leaving.” He looked over at Andy. “I think it’s safe to say you’re nervous? Will having Pryce around to help you ease your mind?”
“Yeah,” Andy said. “That would help.”
Pryce still looked somewhat confused, but he nodded at Andy’s answer. “I’ll help however I can. But…” He shifted his gaze to Andy. “Andy, I need to talk to you for a moment.”
Virgil and Remus moved away from Andy so that he could get up.
“What is it?” Andy asked, tone full of trepidation.
Pryce jerked his head toward the closet. “I think it would be best to have this conversation in private.”
Andy looked back at Virgil, and Virgil waved for them to go. He followed Pryce, clenching and unclenching his fist at his side.
The door closed heavily when Andy pushed it. It left Pryce and him in complete silence. “What is it?” he asked carefully.
“We, ah… Your dad,” Pryce said. “We think he was attacked by bandits. It was far too late by the time we got there.” Pryce’s voice was breaking, but he made it through giving Andy the news.
Andy shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. “No…”
“Andy, I’m sorry,” Pryce said. “I’m so sorry.”
Andy choked back a sob, placing his hand over his mouth. “No,” he repeated. He was unsuccessful in holding back his next sob. The dam broke, and he couldn’t stop himself from crying out in distress as the sobs overwhelmed him.
Pryce opened his arms, and Andy dove into them again, clinging to him with all his might. He shook like a leaf as he cried into Pryce’s shoulder. Pryce rubbed his back, muttering empty words that meant nothing to either of them.
8: The Childhood Friends
By the time Janus and Roman arrived, Andy had calmed down a fair bit. Remus was showing him the different makeups and brushes, and Logan was filling in Thomas and Pryce on the situation, as well as clarifying some things for Andy. Remy had just returned from making preparations for his and Logan’s absence, and Patton and Virgil were packing Virgil’s things.
Roman looked around at the activity of the room. “How many people know about this?” he asked.
“Only the people in this room,” Logan answered. Janus nodded in confirmation.
Roman counted quickly. “I feel like this is too many people.”
“We’ll need as much help as possible, won’t we?” Janus pointed out.
“I… suppose so,” Roman said.
Janus sat down in the nearest chair, trying not to look too tired. “So, to recap,” he said, “Duchess Adalinda Draco is really the Dragon Witch, and she’s conspiring with Prince Eschive to kill the King. Her power comes from a mirror that she keeps in a cave in the Droiler Mountain Range. We need to destroy it. Virgil is coming, so Andy is taking his place and pretending to be him until we return. The journey should be six days, round trip. Three days to the cave, three days back. Everyone clear?”
There was a general murmur of consensus that rumbled through the room.
Janus looked up at Roman. “From now on, I suppose I’ll defer to you.”
Roman looked around the room again. “Do we know exactly where we’re going?”
“I’ve got a map,” Remus answered without looking up from the makeup laid out on the vanity table. “Ooh, this one would be perfect for hiding that scar.”
“Remus, focus,” Roman groaned.
“I am! This is important, too, you know,” Remus chided. “I got the guy at the magic shop Patton and I visited to show me where on the map the cave should be.”
Roman nodded briskly. “And who is going on the journey?”
“You and me,” Janus answered.
“And myself,” Logan said.
“Patton and me too,” added Remus.
“And me,” said Remy.
“And me,” echoed Virgil.
“I’ll go too,” Thomas chimed in.
Roman nodded. “That makes eight.”
“We should leave as soon as possible,” Janus reminded them.
Again, Roman nodded. “We’ll meet just after midnight tonight. Everyone needs to pack for the journey. We can meet outside the north gate of the capital, in the treeline so the guards don’t see us and bother us.”
Logan frowned. “Are you sure we shouldn’t plan more?”
“Do you think we have time?” Roman shot back.
Logan pursed his lips. “I suppose not.”
“Get ready,” Roman said. “We leave tonight.”
-
Andy sat staring at himself in the mirror. Everyone else had left the room, many of them to their own homes to pack, Pryce with Thomas to the temple, and Virgil to his closet for the moment. His face didn’t look quite like him. Definitely more like the prince than himself. He touched his cheek lightly over his now-invisible scar and looked down at his hand. Only the faintest hint of powder dusted his fingertips.
Virgil reentered the room with an armful of traveling clothes and an empty knapsack hanging from the other hand. He set it all down on the bed and looked to where Andy was still sitting next to the vanity.
Andy looked up only when Virgil sat down in a chair he pulled up next to him, then bowed his head slightly. “Your Highness.”
Virgil coughed and cast his gaze to the side. “You don’t need to… Um, you really don’t have to tell me, but I was wondering if you’d like to talk about whatever Pryce said to make you so upset…”
Andy sniffed, blinking at the stinging in his eyes. “My father went on a trip for some seasonal ingredients. When he didn’t return, I got Pryce and Thomas to go look for him. He was attacked.” His words were stilted, ground out past the lump in his throat. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist.
A look of understanding spread across Virgil’s face, and his shoulders fell. “My condolences,” he said. “You probably don’t want to hear any platitudes right now. But I can sit with you for a while, if you like.”
Andy shook his head. “You need to pack. I’ll be okay.” He sniffed again.
Virgil sighed. “We haven’t been that close in a long time, but you’re still my friend, Andy. I want to help.” He smiled a little. “Besides, we both know that Logan will be packed in no time and back to either help or nag me. I can at least sit right here until he gets back.”
Andy managed a tense smile. “Thanks, Virge.”
Virgil grinned and ruffled Andy’s newly-cut hair. “Least I can do for a childhood friend.”
He hesitated for a moment before holding his arm out. Andy leaned into him, and he wrapped that arm around him.
“I wish I could do more,” Virgil murmured. “I wish I could stay.”
“They need a mage,” Andy said, muffled by Virgil’s shoulder. “They’ll probably get themselves killed without you.”
Virgil huffed out a small laugh. “Knowing Duke Erex’s sons, that might not be an exaggeration.”
They fell quiet, the tension of Virgil’s nerves and Andy’s sadness hanging in the air. The silence remained until Logan arrived to scold Virgil for not having packed yet, which sent the two into a fit of laughter.
9: The Mage
Janus stood against a tree, waiting for the others to arrive. The moon was high overhead, waxing, and it bathed the forest canopy in silvery light that soaked through the leaves to dapple the ground beneath. His eyes focused in on movement off to his left, and he tensed, reaching for the dagger he’d strapped to his belt.
“Calm down, it’s me,” someone grumbled, and Janus relaxed when he recognized the voice.
“I expected you to get here first, or maybe Logan,” Janus commented as Roman came to stand a few feet away from him.
Roman yawned and grumbled.
“Not a morning person, huh?” Janus asked with an amused smile.
“Shut up. It’s not even morning yet,” Roman snapped.
Janus held his hands up and stifled a small laugh. “Cut your nap short to get your hair perfect, did you?”
Roman glared at him, and he had to stifle another laugh. A surprisingly comfortable silence fell.
Virgil and Logan arrived next, Remy trailing behind them.
Thomas came next, then Remus and Patton.
At this point, Roman had recovered his attitude and superior airs, and he was questioning everyone on whether or not they had packed everything they might need. Logan quickly joined, and the rest realized that those two in combination might be an actual living nightmare.
“Hey, Dipshit,” Remus said finally, reaching into his bag. He produced a rolled-up map and held it out toward Roman.
Roman reached for it, then hesitated.
Remus jabbed the paper toward his brother. “You’re our intrepid leader.”
Roman took the map.
Remus grinned. “Don’t fuck it up.”
-
The group had traveled mostly in silence for several hours until the sun rose. As the morning sun began to shine, Patton began talking.
“You know, I think we ought to get to know each other better, you know, as a group.”
Logan gave him a withering look. “Must we?”
“Yes,” Patton answered matter-of-fact-ly. “We should take turns saying fun facts about ourselves.” He was met with silence. “Okay, I’ll go first. I’m Patton, and I can say the alphabet backwards.”
“You can?” Logan asked before Janus could warn him.
“Yep!” Patton said with a grin. “Listen,” he paused for effect. “’The alphabet backwards.’”
Logan blinked, and Virgil, Roman, Thomas, and Remy all snickered. Then realization dawned on him, followed by a devastated thousand-yard stare.
Patton burst into giggles. “Okay, okay,” he said through his laughter. “Remus next!”
Remus smiled. “I’m Remus, and I tricked Patton into marrying me.”
“Remus!” Patton chided. “You did not trick me!”
“Nope,” Remus answered. “You fell desperately in love with me all on your own because I’m irresistible.”
“Ew!” Roman and Janus exclaimed simultaneously. They locked eyes for a second, then silently agreed never to mention it again.
Patton sighed, a smile still on his face. “Okay, Jan, your turn.”
Janus’s eyes widened. “Me? Why me?”
“Because you’re the first one I looked at!” Patton replied.
Janus sighed. “Well… I’m Janus, and I guess I see the future now.”
“We all knew that already,” Patton protested.
“Okay, fine, then… Um, I guess… Oh, I once helped Remus fill Roman’s room with feral cats,” Janus said. “That’s a pretty fun fact.”
“You what?!” Roman screeched.
Janus rubbed at his ear. “Ow.”
“I thought you had ‘nothing to do with that’!”
Janus huffed. “I lie, Roman, we’ve established this.”
“Ooookay!” Patton intervened. “Next…. Um, Logan!”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “Well, I am Logan, and I work as head of servants at the palace, a role which I share with Remy. I am also Prince Virgil’s personal manservant.”
“Lolo, we already knew that, too,” Patton said.
“I really do not know what you want from me, Patton,” Logan said.
“Well…” Patton began. “Oh! How about your favorite sweet!”
Logan blinked. “I suppose that would be the jam the palace cook makes.”
Virgil grinned. “I once saw him eat a whole jar in one sitting, three days in a row,” he said.
Logan’s face went still. “Falsehood. You’ve fabricated this.”
“Mmmh, I don’t think I have, Lo,” Virgil answered.
“How about you, Prince Virgil?” Patton prompted.
“Oh,” Virgil said. “Well, first of all, I’d prefer if all of you just call me Virgil. At least for this journey. Um… What’s a good fact about me? Ah, um, I can do this,” he said, and summoned a small ball of light in the palm of his hand. They all watched as it morphed through several animal shapes before settling on a cat that stretched, arched its back, then curled up in Virgil’s hand before slowly fading.
“Woah,” Patton said. “You’ve gotten so much better at that!”
“Very impressive,” Thomas agreed with a smile.
“And you, Thomas?” Patton asked.
“Oh, well, I’m Thomas, and I like to sing,” Thomas answered. He hummed a scale in demonstration.
“Wow!” Patton exclaimed. “I didn’t know that.”
“You don’t know everything about everyone, Pat,” Virgil pointed out.
“If I did, I’d be Janus,” Patton joked.
“I don’t know everything about everyone,” Janus informed them. “Just the things I can use in my favor.”
Roman mumbled something, and Janus pretended not to have noticed.
“I’ll go next,” Remy volunteered. “I’m Remy, and I make the best coffee and tea in the world.”
“You know I make better Earl Grey than you,” Logan interjected.
“In your dreams, Girl,” Remy responded.
“His coffee is pretty good,” Virgil admitted.
“Your turn, Roman,” Patton said.
“I hear a river,” Roman said in lieu of an answer.
“Perfect,” Logan said. “That should be a good place to rest briefly and gather some water if it’s clean. If not, we should probably gather it anyway and build a fire to heat it.”
The group headed toward the sound. Janus slowed, getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Then Patton called his name, and he hurried to catch up.
The river was wide and flowed briskly, though not quick enough to pose any danger should they need to cross it. Virgil looked around at the edge of the trees by the river, and his stomach flipped as he heard a snatch of song.
“Guys, wait!” he exclaimed. “I think I know where we are!”
The music got louder. Virgil quickly slapped his hands over his ears and spat out a quick incantation, causing the rest of the group to do the same and freeze that way. Someone was still moving, though.
Logan was walking toward the river’s edge at a leisurely pace, a blank smile on his face.
Virgil’s eyes widened, and he murmured another incantation to muffle all sound for himself. He ran to Logan and looked toward the river.
Logan looked toward the river too. He didn’t notice Virgil next to him. Instead, he saw Virgil sitting on the rocky bank, singing. He held a flower in his hand, which he looked up from only to bat his thick lashes at Logan.
Virgil saw the creature for what it was. Its face was covered in a mix of scales and feathers, the skin between gray and withered. Its hunched shoulders drew close to its thin neck as it sang. A slimy, pointed tongue darted out over chapped lips.
Virgil planted himself in between the thing and Logan, hands on Logan’s shoulders. But Logan was physically stronger than him, especially under the creature’s influence. Logan forced him to take a step back, then another. “Logan, please,” Virgil said. “Logan, it’s not real,” he begged. “Whatever you see, it’s not real. It’s going to kill you, Logan, please!”
Logan kept pushing forward towards the river.
“Logan!” Virgil exclaimed, glancing back to see they were only a few meters away from the bank now. “Logan, I need you to be safe! I need you, Logan! Please!” he cried, throwing his arms around Logan’s shoulders.
Logan stopped, the melody shortly after. “Virgil?” he asked, looking down at the prince in confusion.
Virgil nearly sobbed with relief, sagging against Logan’s chest.
The rest of the group removed their hands from their ears, staggering slightly.
A screech rang through the air, and Virgil felt a hand close around his ankle, sharp claws digging in. He was yanked back and nearly fell.
Logan closed his arms around Virgil quickly, eyes widening. “Virgil!”
The others were pretty quick to realize what was happening and rushed over. Janus, Remus, Patton, and Remy all grabbed onto Virgil tightly and began to pull with Logan, while Roman and Thomas each drew their swords. They rushed the creature and began taking swipes at it, though they couldn’t seem to penetrate its steel-like scales.
Janus kicked at the creature’s face, and it used its free hand to swipe at him, tearing his pants and leaving long gashes across his upper thigh. In his surprise, he let go of Virgil and staggered back, and the creature managed to pull Virgil a little closer to the water. Remus let go, too, as soon as he noticed Janus’s injury.
Roman scanned his eyes over the revolting creature, and he finally brought his blade down hard on its wrist, cleanly severing its hand.
It screeched again and reeled back, and Remy, Patton, Logan, and Virgil toppled over into a pile. The creature disappeared into the water with a splash, leaving a trail of viscous brown blood.
Virgil looked down to see the hand still clutching his ankle and cried out. Thomas leaned down to hold his leg still and pried the hand off with the tip of his sword.
Roman rushed over to Janus, who was leaning against a nearby boulder. “Are you okay?” he asked urgently.
Janus nodded. “Fine… I’m fine, just a scratch.”
Roman leaned down to look. “That’s not just a scratch, Janus,” he said, giving him a look. “Take better care of yourself. Hopefully Prince Virgil can heal that in a minute.”
He stood straight and turned to help everyone regroup.
Logan held Virgil close to his chest for a few moments longer as the group began getting ready to move to a safer area. Finally, he helped him stand. “Thank you, Virgil,” he said very seriously.
Virgil managed a weak smile. “No big deal.”
10: The Confidants
The campfire crackled, comforting Patton a great deal. He leaned back, watching the water from the river begin to boil, the additions of the vegetables Virgil had foraged for and whatever type of meat Thomas had managed to acquire when he left for twenty minutes beginning to turn it into more of a broth. He reclined against a particularly old tree and let Janus take over the stirring for a minute. Thomas sat next to him, cleaning a blade. Despite the dire circumstances, he was quite comfortable with this group of people.
Across the fire, Roman sat down in between Janus and Virgil. Logan was on Virgil’s other side, then Remy, but Logan was entirely focused on the map, which Roman had given him to look over while they rested. Thus, Roman seemed to be the only one who caught Virgil poking at his ankle, pants pulled up slightly to reveal a bruise and the beginnings of some swelling. “Are you alright?” Roman asked.
“Mmh,” Virgil answered noncommittally. “I’ll be fine.”
“Can’t you heal it?” Roman pressed.
Virgil frowned. “I haven’t really mastered healing myself yet. Drawing from my own energy just to pour it back into myself… It’s harder than you’d think.”
Roman nodded and reached for his bag. He dug around in it for only a moment before pulling out a small bundle, wrapped in a strip of fabric. He unwound the fabric to reveal another, lighter fabric beneath holding together a poultice. Roman held out the poultice and the strip of fabric. “My nanny, and Remus’s, she made this. Caught me packing and made me bring it.”
Virgil hesitated. “I can’t accept that.”
Roman raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to disturb Logan from his intensive thinking?”
Virgil grimaced. “Okay, okay.” He took the offered poultice and fabric, then pressed the poultice against the worst of the bruising. After securing it with the cloth, he looked up at Roman. “Thanks.”
Roman smiled. “You’re quite welcome, Your Highness.”
Virgil flushed. “Stop that,” he groaned. “I’m nobody’s superior right now. Or in general really-”
“Do I hear self-deprecation over there?” Patton’s voice called.
Sighing, Virgil shook his head. “I am your equal in this journey. How’s that, Pat?”
“Perfect, Virge. Keep it up,” Patton encouraged.
Remy snickered.
“What?!” Virgil snapped.
Remy shrugged, still smiling to himself.
Virgil grumbled to himself for a moment or two. “Either way, I don’t particularly enjoy the royal titles and all that…”
Roman gasped. “I never would have guessed!” he cried, feigning surprise.
Virgil elbowed him. “Shut up, dummy.”
“That’s the best you’ve got?” Roman asked.
“Oh, no, but if I swear, Logan’s sure to look up, no matter how preoccupied he is.”
“He’s definitely listening,” Remy added. “The boy can multitask.”
Janus looked up from the pot of what could now probably be called soup. “Remus has been gone for a while.”
Patton sat up. “You’re right. Should finding more firewood take this long?”
Roman scoffed. “Please, he’s Remus, he’ll be fine.”
Janus nodded slightly. “He’s right, Patton. It’s Remus. He probably found something gross that interests him, so he’s watching that.”
Patton didn’t look convinced, but he nodded back anyway. “Yeah, you’re probably right, Roman.”
“Of course I am,” Roman said, puffing out his chest.
Virgil, slouching, snorted. “Oh, you’re more of an obnoxious royal than I’ll ever be.”
One of Roman’s hands flew to his chest, and he gasped. “’Obnoxious’?!”
Virgil nodded definitively, though he couldn’t hold back a smile. He giggled.
Roman shook his head. “You wound me, Virgil,” he lamented.
Virgil snorted. Logan looked up briefly, but then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth it and looked back down to the map. Virgil had to hold his hand over his mouth to stifle the laughter at the look Logan had given him.
“Dinner’s ready,” Janus said. “Smells great, thanks Thomas, thanks Virgil.”
Janus began serving the soup into the wooden bowls Logan had been sure to tell everyone to bring. There was just enough for everyone present at the fire and about two more servings.
As they ate, Virgil eyed Patton, who ate far more quickly than Virgil thought he used to, then began glancing at the pot. He caught Janus’s gaze and nodded toward Patton.
Janus watched Patton for a minute, then took Patton’s bowl. He scooped out a smaller serving into the bowl, then dumped the rest of his own into it. When Patton opened his mouth to protest, Janus held up a hand. “We have some leftover things from Virgil’s foraging that I can eat, and you know Remus will only eat one portion.”
Patton couldn’t exactly argue with that. He tried anyway. “But wouldn’t you like the soup better?”
“Nope,” Janus answered. “Doesn’t agree with me.”
Patton frowned.
“You know I’m not going to let up until you eat,” Janus pointed out.
Patton sighed, then smiled a little. “Thanks, Janus.”
Janus waved a hand. “Whatever.” After a moment, he pulled out his journal and a fancy pen he’d kept from his younger years from his bag. He opened it and began to jot down some of the day’s events as well as the visions he hadn’t had time to write about yet. There was a pleasant silence that fell over them for a while. Janus’s pen against papers, the crackle of the fire, and the waking crickets and owls were the only sounds that rang out in the twilight.
Then there were the sounds of footsteps and twigs breaking. Remus loudly made his way to the fire and dumped an armful of firewood near it. He grinned over at Janus and Patton. Patton smiled back, while Janus gave him an unimpressed look.
“We saved you some dinner,” Patton announced.
As soon as Remus held out his bowl, Janus dumped the rest of the soup into it.
“We should rest soon,” Logan said, finally looking up from the map.
Roman yawned as if to punctuate Logan’s statement, causing Virgil to yawn.
Remus swallowed a mouthful of soup. “I’ll take first watch. Get some sleep, everyone.”
“I’ll take the next watch,” Logan said. “Wake me in two hours.”
“Then me,” Janus volunteered.
“I’ll go last,” Roman said.
Virgil and Patton looked up from where they’d been yawning, half asleep.
“Hey, wait,” said Virgil.
“Yeah,” Patton said.
Logan and Roman met gazes. “I suppose we could use one more shift, so everyone gets adequate sleep,” Logan said.
Roman nodded. “Aren’t you going to volunteer, Remy?” he asked.
“Nah,” Remy answered. “I’ll let one of them take it.”
“Me!” said Virgil before Patton could.
Patton pouted at him.
“Okay, Your Highness,” Logan said.
“Lo-” Virgil tried to protest.
Logan smiled tightly. “I am still your subordinate.”
Virgil huffed.
“Lay out your bedrolls,” Roman said. “Get some rest.”
-
Virgil sat on a tree stump with his chin in his hand. He supposed it was good that nothing had happened during his watch, but still, he was very bored. Sunrise was on its way, the sky beginning to lighten ever-so-slightly.
When he heard movement behind him, in their campsite, he turned around quickly. He saw Patton quickly getting out of his bedroll and stumbling off into the forest around the campsite.
Virgil debated in his head for a few moments. If he followed Patton, the campsite would be undefended. But, currently, Patton was undefended. He decided to follow.
He moved as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb the others. He heard Patton begin to retch, and he moved a little more quickly. When he found Patton, he announced his presence softly, “Patton, are you alright?”
Patton managed to nod, though he began emptying the contents of his stomach shortly afterwards.
Virgil moved next to him and gently rubbed his back. “It’s okay, just get it out,” he said as comfortingly as possible.
After a few minutes, Patton straightened up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m okay,” he rasped.
Virgil reached out and placed his hand on Patton’s forehead, murmuring a quiet incantation. He meant to check what was wrong with him. He instead found something entirely different. “Patton,” he said slowly, “are you…?”
Patton nodded a little. “Um, yeah.” Tears welled up in his eyes. “I, ah, I don’t know what to do! I haven’t told Remus yet, I can’t. What if he’s not ready, or he doesn’t want to- What if I’m not ready?!”
Virgil placed his hands on Patton’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Pat. You will be the best father ever. I know you will. And I’ll be here, no matter what. Whatever happens with Remus, whatever you need. I’m here.”
Patton sniffled and threw his arms around Virgil. He sobbed into Virgil’s shoulder, and Virgil held him tightly, one hand on his back and the other on the back of his head.
“I’ve got you,” Virgil said gently. “I’ve got you.”
-
Patton sat next to Virgil on his bed. “Hi. What’s wrong?”
Virgil huffed out a small laugh. “How do you do that?”
Patton grinned. “I can read minds. Now, tell me.”
Virgil bit his lip, chewing on the dry skin there. “I don’t want you to hate me,” he finally said.
Patton scoffed. “You’re my best friend. Why would I ever hate you?”
Virgil’s frown deepened. “You really want me to tell you something that might make you hate me?”
Patton smiled gently at him. “I could never hate you. You can tell me anything.”
Virgil took a deep breath, then blurted out, “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy, and my name is Virgil!”
Patton took a moment to parse out what Virgil had said, then realization flashed across his face. “Oh, thank the gods,” he breathed out. “Me too.”
Virgil tilted his head, processing.
Patton laughed loudly. “Call me Patton,” he said. “Nice to meet you, Virgil.” He smoothed out his skirt and grinned again at Virgil.
Virgil smiled hesitantly back. “Okay.”
“ Okay,” Patton said. “I’m so glad I got to tell you that.”
“ Me too,” Virgil said, grabbing Patton’s hand.
“ And I’m here for you no matter what,” Patton added.
“ Me too. I’ll always be there for you, Patton.”
Six months later, they both told Virgil’s parents.
A year later, Patton met Remus. They got engaged not long after, and Logan replaced Patton as Virgil’s personal servant. Parting was hard for them. But life moved on. Being on a journey together was nice, though. It felt like no time had passed.
11: The Child God
Janus walked next to Roman as they made their way along the path. Behind them were Patton and Remus, then Logan and Remy. Roman was looking at the map, where Logan had laid out a new, “more efficient” path for them.
“You know you’re holding it sideways, right?” Janus asked.
Roman scoffed. “It’s called looking at something from a different angle. Try it sometime.”
Janus scowled. “You don’t have to get angry every time someone tries to help.”
“Maybe I don’t want your help,” Roman snipped.
“Fine,” answered Janus, Having schooled his expression into calm indifference. “Let’s see how well you do without me.”
“Fine,” said Roman, turning the map completely upside-down.
“Will you two shut up?” Remus groaned.
“No,” Janus and Roman answered at the same time.
“Seriously, shut up,” Remy interjected, “I hear something.”
Everyone paused, listening carefully. There was yelling in the distance.
They all looked at each other, then began to run in the direction of the yelling. Janus lagged behind a bit, so Patton stayed with him.
It didn’t take more than two minutes for the group to come to the clearing in which was nestled a small cottage. In the garden in the front, which was larger than the area of the house, a man and a child were running about with large nets. The man was also holding a shovel.
“Hello?” Roman called. Janus tried to shush him, but it was too late.
The man paused, though the boy continued in his pursuit of… something. The man waved, and Remus waved back.
Remy crossed his arms and looked rather unimpressed.
“What?” Patton asked.
“I don’t do kids.”
“What?” Janus repeated.
“I just don’t like ‘em, hun.”
Janus rolled his eyes and looked to where the twins were already headed toward the house.
“Whether you enjoy the presence of children is not relevant to this situation,” Logan, clearly exasperated, told Remy. “Now… Get over it.” He turned to Patton. “Did I say that right?”
Patton gave him two thumbs up.
They started to walk toward the cottage, Patton and Logan practically dragging Remy. Roman had already reached the front gate.
“And you are?” Roman asked, having already introduced himself and his brother.
“I’m Emile!” the kid cried.
Roman smiled. “Lovely to meet you, Emile.”
The man looked at the group, seeming like he was thinking very hard about something. Finally he said, “I’m Teal. What are you doing here?”
“We,” Roman said, trying to sound important, “are on a quest!”
Janus rolled his eyes. “We heard you yelling, so we came to see if something is wrong.”
“Something is wrong!” Emile exclaimed.
“What is it?” Roman asked.
“Garden gnomes,” the man replied. “We have an infestation.”
“I thought most gnomes lived in the mountains,” Roman said.
“Oh, those are true gnomes,” the man explained. “Garden gnomes are pests that dig up gardens and eat any plant they can find.”
“They get into my garden pretty often,” Janus said.
“And you’d know that if you hung out with the cool group, Ro-Ro,” Remus said with a grin.
Patton elbowed him and muttered, “Be nice.”
“Well, can we help?” Roman asked.
Remy groaned, so Patton elbowed him too.
The man hesitated. “Some extra hands might be useful.” He smiled at Emile, and Emile smiled back.
Roman smiled too. “Perfect.”
Janus held out his hand over the gate to shake the man’s hand, shoving Roman slightly out of the way. “I’m Janus,” he introduced himself. Roman glared at him.
“I’m Patton!” Patton added. “And this is Logan, and Remy!”
Teal nodded. “Okay, so here’s our strategy for trapping the garden gnomes.”
The group filed through the gate as Teal explained that they were trying to drive the pests into the center of the garden on the path, then catch them in one of the nets. Teal was going to dig out any holes that looked like they still had gnomes in them.
Unfortunately, this plan just resulted in all of them running around for a long while like they were being chased by an ogre, except for Emile and Janus, who were keeping the garden gnomes in the center. They had five of them.
By the time they were finished, it was a bit past noon. Teal put the garden gnomes in a burlap sack and asked Roman if he could take them as far out into the forest as possible and release them, so Roman went. Then Teal invited the rest of them inside.
“Dear, we’re all done,” he called, removing his jacket and leaving it on a chair by the door.
They walked through the den and into a kitchen, where a man stood by the oven. He looked over with a fond smile when Teal and Emile entered. His eyebrows shot up when more people followed. Then he smiled again. “I don’t think we have enough chairs, but we’ll make it work! Who are all of you?”
“We’re.. passing through and heard Teal and Emile in the garden,” Janus explained.
“Their friend said they’re on a quest!” Emile added.
Janus sighed. “Roman is prone to dramatics.”
“You can say that again,” Remus said.
“Well,” said the man at the oven. “I just got the stove hot enough. Can I make you lunch in thanks? We can introduce ourselves while I work on that.”
“You don’t have to-” Patton rushed to say.
“I am pretty hungry,” Remus admitted before Patton could quite finish. Patton pouted at him.
Janus couldn’t help but agree.
Teal had already begun dragging in every chair that he could find.
Patton made Janus sit down at the table, then sat next to him.
“So,” said the man as he got ingredients from cabinets. “My name is Dyad. I’m the dad around here,” he said with a small laugh.
“That’s because he’s Papa,” said Emile, pointing to Teal.
Dyad paused for a moment to ruffle Emile’s hair affectionately.
The group introduced themselves again as Dyad cooked. Patton kept offering help and getting refused. After a while, Dyad served food.
They talked pleasantly as they ate, Janus and Teal sharing gardening tips. Once everyone was finished with their lunch, there was a knock on the door.
“Emile, could you get that, honey?” asked Dyad.
Emile hopped up and practically ran to the door. When he opened it, Roman, Virgil, and Thomas stood at the door. “Hi, Roman,” he said happily. He peered around Roman to see the two others. He locked eyes with Thomas. “Thomas!” he cried and practically pushed past Roman to hug Thomas around the waist.
Thomas froze for a moment, then hugged Emile back, his eyes filling with tears. “You can touch me…” he mumbled.
“Only here,” Emile said back. He pulled away, then looked at Virgil. “Hi! I’m Emile!”
Virgil smiled a little, though he looked between Emile and Thomas curiously. “Virgil. Nice to meet you.”
Emile smiled back, then went back inside, gesturing for them to follow him into the house.
They followed, though Thomas walked stiffly and looked around carefully. It was the same, but… different. Very different. It still felt like home.
When they got to the kitchen, tears began to flow down Thomas’s face.
Virgil was the first to notice. He nudged him gently and asked softly, “Are you okay?”
Thomas didn’t respond to him. Instead, he hesitantly asked, “Dad? Papa?”
Both Teal and Dyad turned to look at him, then rushed, almost tripping over themselves, to hug him. Thomas held on to them tightly, trying his hardest not to sob.
Emile hugged Thomas again, too.
“How is this possible?” Thomas choked out.
“Um…” Roman said.
Janus elbowed him in the side, but he continued nonetheless.
“What’s going on?” Roman asked.
Thomas sniffled and wiped at his face.
“I brought Dad and Papa here so I could be with them,” Emile explained, though Roman didn’t find that very helpful to him. Emile continued, looking up at Thomas earnestly. “This is my little corner of the world, where I can live again. You can come here too, someday. But you still have a lot to do.”
“Emile-” Thomas began, but very suddenly, the house was gone. Teal, Dyad, and Emile were gone, too. It left all of them dizzy and disoriented. They sat in weathered chairs around a rotting table, except for Thomas and Virgil, who still stood. Tears flowed freely down Thomas’s face.
-
Thomas didn’t speak again until they were sat around a campfire again. Everyone else was quiet, trying not to disturb him too much as he appeared to be deep in thought. Finally, he looked up, meeting eyes with Remy over his tinted glasses. Thomas’s eyes were bloodshot, and Remy’s eyes had bags under them.
“Emile was my brother,” he said, voice hoarse.
“Was?” Patton asked gently.
Thomas nodded. “He was seven, and I was six, and our village was raided.”
There was silence for several moments. Then Remy spoke up, “You don’t have to talk about it.”
Thomas coughed. “But I should.”
Janus frowned. “You shouldn’t do anything that will cause you pain,” he said.
“I need to,” Thomas insisted.
Remy nodded slightly, face deathly serious for once. He reached over and grabbed Thomas’s hand, squeezing it tightly.
Thomas shot Remy a sad smile, then looked around at the rest of the group. “Teal and Dyad, Papa and Dad, they adopted us before I can remember. They took care of us and made sure we were happy. The other people in our village were amazing, too. We all took care of each other. It was full of good people.” He paused, taking a shaky breath in and letting it out in a heavy sigh. “I’m the only survivor.”
Patton gasped softly, and Remus put an arm around him.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Virgil said.
Thomas shook his head. “It was a long time ago.” He smiled a wobbly smile. “Emile died protecting me. He hid me, and took an arrow to the chest before he could hide himself.”
Remy squeezed his hand again.
“He didn’t die, though, not all the way,” said Thomas. “Some of the goddesses took him in. He’s…”
“The Child God of Magic,” Janus finished in a soft voice.
“How’d you know?” Thomas asked.
Janus frowned. “I just… did.”
“The church was an accident,” Thomas said. “I went to look for help, and I told the people in the next village over that I was saved by my dead brother, and they just kind of… picked it up. We built a temple to him, and they took care of me. The temple helped him gain power, and…”
“How’d you become a knight?” Roman asked.
Thomas shrugged. “I wanted to help people. It made sense.”
Logan, who had been looking down pensively this whole time, looked up. “You gave Emile new life. You should be proud of that.”
Thomas smiled again. “Thanks.”
“We should go to sleep,” Roman said after a bit of silence. “Long day tomorrow.”
Continued in Part 2...
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