#doing my morning coffee + tumblr scroll and it's already giving me Thots

[whydotheycallmechimney]

one of the biggest things about john to me, is that he grew up in an era where it was acceptable (and expected) to physically discipline your kids and it wasn't considered abuse. I have no doubt that he hit and yelled at the boys when they made him upset. and that, coupled with his neglect made for a toxic environment to grow up in. but I also think it's complicated and the fandom doesn't like to take into account john's circumstances. all he is, is the big scary caricature of a monster to protect the poor little winchester brothers from.

[brandstifter-sys]

Pomp and Princes

Chapter 1: Introduction to Destruction            (Ao3)

Rating: T+

Characters: Virgil, Remy, Janus

Warnings: genderbend (Remy), ftm!Virgil, eventual dukexiety

Virgil is a guitarist and average guy who gets the chance of a lifetime

Everyone has their limits, everyone has to walk their own path. That's what they told the press before going on their final tour. Pomp and Princes broke up and millions of fans were hopelessly crushed. 

"Virgie!" Remy groaned, draped across the futon in their shared apartment. Virgil was sitting on the ground, tuning his guitar—a purple Stratocaster with a storm cloud on the body. He was fairly neutral about the end of yet another pop band, even if they were his roommate's idols. 

"Rem, you've literally said the same thing fifteen times today. I'm over here trying to practice and I can't with your broken-record bitching," Virgil scoffed and flipped the hair from his face. Remy pouted at him and scoffed.

"My babies broke up! The Royal Dream twins won't be Pomp and Princes! No more new music, no more tours! You have no idea how horrible it is!" 

"My. Chemical. Romance." 

"They're back, try again!" 

"Chiodos. Close to Home. Metallica. Scary Kids Scaring Kids. Aiden. I Am Ghost." 

"Okay so you get it! Gu—Babes show a bitch some sympathy!" 

"It's been a week, Rem, a week. Everyday has been the same repeat whining over and over for hours. I'm not saying you can't be upset but I have other shit to do. You got plenty of sympathy from me. But right now I am not available to be your therapist," Virgil said with an edge to his voice. Remy pouted and got up. 

"I'm gonna go out, hangout with some friends downtown. I'm already ordering a Lyft." 

"Stay safe, text me with location updates, and don't get killed," Virgil responded. Getting out would be good for Remy, and it would give him some peace and quiet.

"Fine," Remy groaned and left him alone. The coffee thot really needed to get out and distract herself. And it would give Virgil some time to himself alone. 

About two hours after Remy left, Virgil was putting his guitar away in his room. He was ready for a shower and then mindlessly scrolling through tumblr when his phone rang. It was a number he didn't recognize, but he couldn't ignore it, not when he had his number posted for musical gigs like birthday parties or weddings. 

"Hello?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Virgil Segreti, I'm Janus Catesby, a manager from Galactic Records," a man with a low, suave voice responded on the other end of the line.

"This is Virgil," he said, his mind already reeling. Galactic Records was one of the biggest record companies in the country. They signed some of his favorites like Edge of Yesterday and Colder than my Heart, and some big performers like Pomp and Princes. This was too good to be true.

"Excellent. My client is looking for a guitarist to go on tour with him in a month. I was looking through different listings nationally and checking their posted samples and performances and my client could use your skills and frankly your specific style and taste."

"Is this a prank call?" Virgil squeaked, clutching his phone tightly. It was way too good to be true.

"I'm afraid not. If you agree it would be a three month tour across the country, with performances most evenings. You would of course be compensated handsomely. He will be setting off in exactly one month from tomorrow across the river from Philadelphia." 

"And you want me to do this? Are you sure?" 

"Yes. Can I assume that you're interested?" 

"Yeah—yes, definitely!" Virgil gasped, trembling from his knees to his arms.

"Then I'll send you the parts you have to learn. Your email is listed on your page, correct?" 

"Yes." 

"Excellent. I'll include the address where we'll meet up for the trip and the time you should arrive when I have the details, assume it's early morning. I look forward to working with you and you can email me any questions after you get the itinerary. Have a nice evening," Janus said and hung up. Virgil dropped his phone and stared at the wall as it hit him. This was a dream come true—performing in the background on tour with someone signed with the Galactic Records.

He shrieked and squealed and spun around the room, bubbling with glee. He didn't hear his phone vibrate and continued to excitedly bounce around his room. How could he not be excited? 

Not even ten minutes later Remy burst into the apartment and shrieked with joy. She wasted no time slamming into Virgil's door and knocking frantically. 

"Rem holy shit!" Virgil squealed when he flung open the door and pulled her into a hug, "I can't believe it!" 

"Me either! So glad you're hype about it too! I have the luck of the gods! I can't even!" Remy cheered and hugged him tighter. Virgil, however, froze. 

"Wait, what?" he said, breaking free from the hug. Remy stared at him like he was crazy. 

"I texted you! I won tickets to see Pomp and Princes! Front row seats with backstage passes! And since I have no one else to drag along, you're coming with!" 

"What!? I never agreed to that!" Virgil sneered. Remy shrugged. 

"Too bad! It's exactly a month away and I know you don't have to work!" Remy retorted with her hands on her hips. Virgil groaned and ran a hand down his face. 

"I just got the gig of a lifetime, and it starts the day after your stupid concert." 

"Gig of a lifetime? Babes, I need deets!" Remy gasped and grabbed his shoulders excitedly. 

"A guy from Galactic Records called, I'm going on tour with some singer who needs a guitarist. Three months on the road, getting paid to play." 

"Virgey!" Remy squealed and hugged him, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "Oh my God, that's incredible! You get to be a rockstar! And to celebrate we get to meet Pomp and Princes!" 

"Try to find someone else to go, I have a feeling it's gonna be an early morning or a very late night." 

"Oh okay, but no promises. Hoes gotta work! Just like you will! It's like your dream come true!" Remy cheered. She was so right!

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