#especially if it was of pattons demon form

[anxiouslyfred]

Parents Not Included

Summary: When Patton sold his soulmates soul to a demon, he should have worried what being the perfect dad or dad friend could become. Janus is more than happy to let that extreme make Patton's life go downhill fast. They know Remus has already had his revenge but they can add their own, after all, they were the one to make the deal.

Part of my Anxceitmus Demonic Soulmates AU

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Technically, demonic deals can't be turned back on the person who made them. Technicalities mean nothing however, in the face of rage, twisted deals and scheming if the demon the deal was made with was smart enough.

Janus definitely was smart enough.

Of course they would never do anything to break or take back the deal they'd made. It brought them to Virgil and they would do nothing to ever endanger their second soulmate. They could easily however fulfil the deal too well, too perfectly, while leaving out one simple exception to it.

Patton had wanted to be the greatest dad or dad friend ever, so that's what Janus made him seem like, to everyone, except the parents of actual children, the police or the courts. It was a trap simply made, and easily ready to be fallen into.

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Blending into the background was easy enough, especially for beings who didn't need to remain in one physical form and could easily push everyone's attention elsewhere.

And there, walking down the street was Patton, the image of a perfect dad for everyone to see, even including a child holding his hand as he looked about in concern.

“Mr Dad, why are we coming back this way? You said you'd help me.” The child was whining.

Patton glanced down immediately going back to looking around the people nearby. “Well you ran over from this direction. Don't you need to return to your parents, let them know you're safe?”

“Of course I'm safe, Mr Dad. I'm with you.” Ah for childhood innocence and a deal strongly fulfilled. Janus hid their smirk behind a book, but his eyes tracked directly to further along the path.

“Olivia! Where did you go? What happened?” A frantic mother charged along it, immediately sweeping the child into her arms and rounding on Patton with a fiery glare. “What the hell are you doing with my child, Creep!”

Patton raised his hands backing away a little. “She came and asked me for help. I was retracing her steps to try and find you.” He attempted to explain, but was already being yelled at again.

“Likely Story! You were abducting her, weren't you? I've seen men like you before, all friendly and nice to the kids until you get them where you want them!” The rant is harsh, and enough to get more people paying attention, including some passing officers.

“Excuse me, Ma'am, but can you explain what's happened?” One of them asked, approaching and looking sternly over Patton.

Janus decided they didn't need to see more today, especially since a bus had just pulled up at the stop they'd decided to wait in. They could check back on the outcome of this deal in a few months time.

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Since the deal, since learning demons exist and becoming soulmates with 2 of them, Virgil had learnt that demons, possibly even more so than bankers, ensured debts were paid to their liking, and that included getting revenge.

He'd known that Remus would get revenge on Patton at the first opportunity. That had been why he never questioned getting Anathema from the store his ex had worked at, and why he still avoided complaining about frustrating people from work too much. Just in case someone who'd just been having a bad day got punished for upsetting him.

What he had assumed however was that the deal Patton had made with Janus would prevent the other demon from being able to get revenge.

Coming home to see Remus and Janus giggling on the couch as smug and happy as can be had Virgil questioning that idea.

“What's got you two so happy?” He asked, easily letting himself be pulled into the cuddles.

Janus nuzzled into his neck, purring, “Figured out some small revenge for a deal gone bad.”

Now some alarms would be ringing in his mind, except he knew there was nothing he could really do to control the pair. “Another one? I thought the last deal you said went bad was Patton's and Remus already got plenty of revenge for that.”

“Didn't he just.” They agreed, making no other comment.

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

"Fine! I won't push myself, if you promise not to push yourself either! You could've been on deaths door and yet you were worried about us! We're already dead! You're not!" But then Remus started touching his mating mark. "Oh... I got a feeling that is what it was..."

"You mean sex?" Roman suddenly asked, "When you say weird adult feelings you mean sex, right?" He grimaced, "But sex hurts... and hunger is bad... and instincts don't sound good... it sounds like all bad things... are you sure he didn't hurt you, papa? It sounds painful... and looks painful..." he did gave a small smile though, "I'm glad too. It's wonderful to have met you, Papa!"

Remus huffed, "Yeah, he'll have to deal with it. If he hurts you again cause of us then I'll eat him! Or I'll send him to eternal darkness. That'll make him regret ever messing with us, but especially you!"

"I will, papa!" Roman called out before his form disappeared.

"Yeah, though I should be saying that to you, papa. You're the one that's helping a lot. I'm just sorta...here... as I always am. Yeah, I've... I've been trying. But Roman is known to not think about things ahead of time. I'm worried that one of these days I'll wake up and he'll be gone, no matter what I'll do to prevent it. Then I'll... I'll be stuck in this house alone. A witch? I... I don't know. I have no idea who can help... huh? So you can finally be a boy? Aren't you already a boy? You look like one-"

But before Remus could finish he opened the basement door, and the moment he did Janus' body fell backwards and he landed on the top stair with a loud thud.

"ow! Hey! What's the big... patty!!" Janus jumped to his paws and he immediately tore Patton from the tentacle to give him a hug. "Are you hurt anywhere?? The ghost went down there not too long ago! Are you hurt? Did the demon or ghost hurt you??" He's so frantic in making sure his mate is okay. But he blinked when Patton went over and started closing the curtains.

Remus glared at Janus from the top stair. He didn't look like he was going to attack janus...not yet anyways. It appears that he's waiting, observing, this wolf. Waiting for him to make one wrong move against his papa, then he'll go in for the kill. He nods and slowly moved a tentacle forward, his eyes never leaving janus for a moment. Even as he hissed softly whenever his tentacle hit the hot wooden floors. Looks like he's sensitive to heat too...

"Yeah, it's good enough."

All it took was one night. One night for all of humanity to fall.

And for supernatural creatures to rule over earth.

Course, it didn't really happen overnight. It was careful planning between all supernatural creatures over the course of many years. They had to group together in their bitterness of being forced into the darkness for them to attack.

But, now they are on top of the food chain.

And humans are hunted for their meat...or to be made as pets.

One such hunting group is now on the prowl in a forgotten huge mall. In this hunting group is a werewolf named Janus. He didn't want to be here. He didn't like hunting for humans like this. He didn't even like hunting for humans. But he is forced to by his alpha. And it's either follow what his alpha says...or get banished from the pack. Janus knows that he won't be able to survive by himself, even if he could hunt for humans. He can't take down any humans by himself. He needs help. And it's hard even hunting for other types of food by himself-

Janus paused when he heard a faint footstep in one of the backroom offices. His ears rose tall as he hesitantly stepped into the office hallways.

"hello? I don't mean any harm... Listen, if you work with me I can help you out of here... But you need to work with me."

Patton had always been reckless. His older brother Logan reminded him of it enough, as did all his other friends and family. But he'd been good so far, after the Collapse. Logan kept him close, and they found a small group of survivors who'd been like family to them. They worked together, built a small civilization, had a home for once. And Patton was content.

And then Logan was left to die somewhere else, and Patton had... overreacted. He sold them out, recklessly, which bought him some fortune with the group of wolves he'd fed, but left him alone and hiding in fear for his life.

He hadn't expected the wolves to follow him with cooing voices, expecting him to stay with them as their pet and bait. He hadn't expected them to trap him in the mall with no food, water, or chance of escape. He hadn't expected them to turn his hiding spot into a temporary nest.

And now? He was starving, and tired, and only alive cause of adrenaline and the idea that the wolves would find a way to drag him back once they found his body. He wanted out, he wanted free, he wanted to finally see Logan again...

He was wandering in the offices when he heard the voice, having been reckless from starvation. He knew of a small stash of safe food some other poor soul had left, but it was so far from his tiny vent of safety that he hadn't bothered. But he thought it would be safe, cause they'd checked so recently. And now, he's trapped, silent and shaking and praying to a god who never existed in the first place that the wolf would go away long enough to hide in his little hole again.

[emovirgil-sanders]

Main Summary: Virgil is a Human who is interested in the supernatural. He researches and looks for supernatural beings, unaware that some of his closest friends are exactly what he’s looking for. His friends have to keep him from learning their secrets.

Prologue - Chapter One (You are here) - To Be Continued

Chapter Summary: Virgil ends up in trouble. Logan and Roman show their true forms to save him.

Warnings: religion mention, angels, demons, hellhounds, hell/underworld mention, death of non-major-character beings

Word Count: 1,422

A/N: I still don’t have a title for this. But, I am enjoying writing this. And I wrote this all in one day, which I think is pretty good. But, that also means excuse any errors because I haven’t really looked this over. And, another note, I cannot write action scenes, so I apologize if the one here is a little.. bland or quick.

Taglist: @pattons-cat-hoodie , @waffledeath , 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER ONE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Come on, slowpoke, get over here!” Roman called when he noticed Logan trailing behind. Logan sighed, pushing up their glasses before walking over to Roman and the others.

“You are going to hurt yourself up there.” They spoke as they watched Roman climb across a pile of scrap metal.

“Roman, get down, please.” Patton practically begged, using his puppy eyes on Roman, who sighed before jumping back down onto solid ground.

“Come on, we have all night to explore this building. Let’s get started.” Virgil says, already having written a paragraph of notes in his book.

Virgil lead the way into the building, Patton following on his heels. Logan still held back, catching Roman’s arm as they both went into the building.

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Logan hissed quietly as they looked over at Roman.

“You get a bad feeling about everything.” Roman shot back with a roll of his eyes. Logan huffed.

“No, I mean, it’s a Virgil sort of bad feeling.” Logan spoke, jerking his head in Virgil’s direction.

“Well, it’s not /my/ job to protect him, now, is it?” Roman huffed this time, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not my fault you fell because you got caught up in your feelings.” Logan spoke lowly, glaring at Roman. Roman gasped in return, looking mildly offended.

“Excuse you for not realizing true love!”

“You can’t love a human and you know that.” Logan hissed, attempting to keep their voice low so Virgil wouldn’t hear.

Speaking of Virgil though..

Logan glanced around the area, his eyes wide as he realized Virgil was nowhere in sight. Patton was across the room, looking over something shiny he had found on the floor.

“Patton? Where did Virgil go?” Logan questioned, mild panic in their voice.

Patton’s head shot up and he glanced around for a few moments before looking back at Logan.

“I don’t know.” He spoke simply, making Logan groan and push up their glasses in order to rub the bridge of their nose.

“I take my eyes off of him for two seconds and he vanishes!” Logan exclaims, quickly shifting forms, which revealed their pure white wings and robes, as well as a golden sword at their belt. They spread their wings and took off down the halls, searching for Virgil.

It took Logan only a few moments to find Virgil, who had been cornered in a room by three large dogs. Hellhounds, Logan realized, was what they were. Like ordinary dogs, but twice the size, each with sharp fangs for teeth.

Roman followed Logan into the room a moment later, his ash black wings spread out behind him and his dark katana already in hand.

“Caecus!” Logan yells, holding out a hand in Virgil’s direction. The human’s eyes turn white and he slumps back against the wall behind him. Their yelling caught the attention of the hellhounds and one lunged at Logan while the other two darted for Roman.

Logan unsheathed their sword and cut back the beast that tried to attack them, keeping an eye on Virgil to make sure he was safe.

“Logan! A little help would be nice here!” Roman called, attempting to fend off the two hellhounds that had pounced on him. Logan grumbled before running over to slash down the hellhounds.

Patton ran into the room as he heard the yelp of one of the hounds, gasping at the sight.

“You didn’t have to kill them!” Patton exclaimed, running over to one of the hounds, cradling it in his arms and stroking the fiery fur.

“They were going to kill Virgil.” Logan stated, sheathing their sword.

“Than call me in! I could’ve calmed them..” Patton pouted, looking down at the hound sadly.

“Just.. Take them back to the underworld..” Logan sighed before glancing over at Virgil and pausing at the sight they saw.

~ Meanwhile ~

Virgil clutched the wall behind him, his breathing heavy and hard. He didn’t understand what was happening. First, these fiery dogs had appeared before him- and while that was cool, it was also rather terrifying. Then, when they had begun to approach him, he had heard someone yell something in another language and then his vision had gone dark and his limbs went weak. Virgil heard the growl of the hounds and the sounds of a fight happening around him, but nothing hurt him. Then-

“Logan! A little help would be nice here!” Logan was here? What was he- shit, they doing here? What was even happening?

A minute or so later, Virgil slowly realized his vision was beginning to return to him. He blinked a few times, focusing on the sight before him. The hounds were dead and two figures stood across the room from him. Virgil gasped quietly.

Angels.

One, the taller of the two, wore pristine white robes that didn’t even have a spot of blood or dirt from the fight. Long, bright white wings were folded behind them, not a single feather out of place. The only thing unnerving about them was the second set of blue eyes that resided right below the normal pair of brown. Their hair was a very light brown and Virgil noted the sword at their hip. The other angel was much darker, with wings colored like coal and clothing of the same pitch. Their hair was even a inky black, but still brushed out with the similar princely style to a certain friend of Virgil’s.

Suddenly, a third figure rushed into the room, picking up one of the hounds like it was just a little pup. This figure, Virgil realized, was clearly more demonic. Dark skin, red eyes, white hair, and leathery, bat-like wings. And, of course, the iconic spear tipped tail that swished behind them.

Virgil glanced around a bit. Shit, where had his notebook gone? He /had/ to write this all down. Ah, there it was. Right where he had dropped it when the hounds had appeared. Virgil scrambled to grab his book when a flash caught his attention. He looked up and realized that the demon and the hounds were gone. Then, he noticed the white angel staring at him.

“Holy shit..” Virgil cursed quietly as he slowly stood up, his legs shaking below him. Wait. Virgil took another glance around the room and frowned. Logan’s name had been called, but yet, his friend was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Logan?” Virgil spoke up, his voice shaky as he stepped closer to the angels. The white angel glanced at the black angel as the latter stepped closer to him.

“Logan?” The white angel began, “I’m not sure I know who that is.”

“But, you’re an angel, right? Aren’t angels supposed to be all knowing?” Virgil asked curiously, watching the black angel.

“Some of us can be rather dumb.” The black angel spoke, shooting a glare at the white angel, who just took in a slow breath, looking furious.

“I swear to all things holy-” The white angel began, storming towards the black angel. In an instant, Virgil felt something touch the back of his head before his vision went dark again and he felt himself go unconscious.

~

Logan darted to catch Virgil when he collapsed after Roman had touched the back of Virgil’s head.

“Seriously?” They hissed, clutching their charge in their arms. Roman just simply shrugged.

“It makes it easy for us to get him home.”

“You didn’t have to knock him out.” Logan grumbled, picking Virgil up and beginning to carry him out of the warehouse.

Roman huffed, trailing after Logan.

“Let’s just take him home before we get in trouble.” Roman said, heading out of the building after Logan and taking off into the sky with him.

The two angels flew in silence, cloaking themselves so no people down below could see them. Roman blended in with the night sky rather well, but Logan would stand out like a shooting star across the sky. They landed outside of Virgil’s apartment building, shifting back to their human forms and carrying Virgil inside. Roman dug into Virgil’s pockets and found his keys, using them to unlock the door to his home and let them inside.

“Why couldn’t you have picked a simpler human?” Roman asked as he followed Logan to Virgil’s bedroom.

“Because all humans need to be protected. Especially the ones with dangerous lives ahead of them.” Logan explained quietly as he laid Virgil in his bed and covered him up with the blankets.

[sidespart]

For the title thing: Of Minifigures and Men

Fake Fic Titles

Found Family Fantasy AU platonic DLAMPR

Virgil is the Chosen One. A nobody orphan with an incredible destiny. He has enough magic to summon and command demons, control the weather, slip into the shadows and disappear and is essentially prophesised to free the land form darkness/ restore the one true king to the throne etc etc

Unfortunately, he is also a little kid, completely unaware of his powers and keeps accidentally summoning demons and trapping them in his toys.

There’s two in particular who he hasn’t been able to get rid of – an old bit of rope with a knotted snake ‘head’ is possessed by an elemental demon named Janus and a mishappen knitted doll with too many legs is a chaos demon named Remus. At first they spend their time tormenting Virgil trying to get him to release them but eventually realise that a) he doesn’t know how and b) they’ve some how gone at got fond of the kid. At which point the switch to trying to protect him from all the weird shit that inevitably happens around a Chosen One.

When Virgil is about 10 an old toy soldier starts talking to him (which, whatever, happens all the time) but instead of making the normal newly trapped daemon threatening noises, it insists that its actually the displaced spirit of the rightful Prince of the kingdom. And that his body is currently being held captive by evil wizard types and he can’t find his way back and it is Vigils DUTY to help him out.

Virgil isn’t totally sold on this (he does not like hard work) but figures he will at least try. Especially since the people in charge of the orphanage seem to be getting fed up with him and all his creepy nonsense and Janus is getting worried they’re not going to be able to keep Vees powers a secret forever (also Remus keeps setting fires to things).

So tiny creepy kid Virgil sets off on a mission to save the world with his dolls, eventually meeting up with 15 year old apprentice priest Patton (who is meant to vanquish any demons on sight but is kind’ve bad at it and also doesn’t want to upset Virgil who he mentally adopted within 5 seconds of meeting) and 17 year old runaway/ future Earl of fantasylandshire Logan who had to flee after he made some crazy accusations about crown Prince Roman and was accused of treason. No one else has noticed but Logan insists there’s something wrong with the Prince. He’s not himself. It’s like he’s been possessed by a demon or something.

Magical road trip to restore Romans spirit to his body/defeat the big bad/ clear Logans name / restore Pattons faith in his purpose/ find someone to train and maybe adopt Virgil / free Remus and Deceit ensues!

(aka: maybe the real family is the friends we made along the way)

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Recommended Sanders Sides creators

Marry Christmas, everyone! And a wonderful December day to all of you who don’t celebrate Christmas, too. Let’s be honest right off the bat, though: I’m only using the date as an excuse to do this list anyways.

So. Throughout the time I’ve spent as a part of this wonderful corner of the sanders sides fandom over here on tumblr, I’ve often found a new creator and wished I’d found them sooner. It kind of makes me wonder who else I might miss. If you do to, here are a few creators I’d love for you to check out. You’ll probably recognize some of the names, if not all, but maybe you’ll find a new favorite creator here?

And to the creators in question, I really love your content. If you’ve made it onto this list, you’ve definitely cause one or two sleepless nights of reading for me, because who needs sleep if I can have this, right? XD Whatever you’ll find written next to your name is the impression you’ve left on me and… Well, just know that you’ve made some days of my life at least a little happier, all of you. And I hope to repay the favor by telling you how much I appreciate you releasing your content into this world… Well, repay the favor at least a little, I suppose.

Let’s begin, then, shall we?

@5am-the-foxing-hour Because this? This is who you go to if you want to read good Janus-content. You are in a mood to read sympathetic Janus? Wanna see the danger noodle just casually interact with other sides? Go to their short stories. I mean, “the cult”? Prime example of how to tell a story with impact in just a few words. 8 paragraphs, but boy did I read that one on repeat. Or “water spray bottle”, this one is fun, short and will make you laugh. An energy drink for the fander heart, so to say.

Then there’s their mafia-au, “there’s more in me than precious metals”. Six are out so far, and I adore every single word of every single part of this. Protective Remus, sassy Janus, angst, comedy relief, destruction, Roman-Remus-sibling-rivalry, braincell Logan, survival instinct Virgil, working together over a common enemy… This fic has it all, believe me. Take your time and read it, because you will read the entire thing in one go once you start. At least I did, and I didn’t even notice.

And their advent writings? Those had me squealing and jumping around in a way I will deny if anyone ever sees it. I don’t even know what else to say, they are fucking fantastic and that’s that.

So, yeah. Go check them out, before I start fangirling about them even more. You know my personal favorites now, so just go there. You won’t regret it.

Next up is @coconut-cluster. Ah, yes, Lexi. Lexi, whose uni-AU started as self indulgent and has become the loceit story on tumblr. We all know her, or at least most of us do, and we all love her too. And while I also drop everything I do at any point of time I possibly can once I realize the uni-au has any form of new addition, there are a lot of other fics created by her that you should check out as well.

Did you, for example, ever want a sappy prinxiety one-shot with the sappiness only being implied, a mutual understanding of “we’re-not-saying-we-care-but-we-both-know-we-do” born from joking reassurances and a not-a-date-nope-only-a-break? While that may seem to be a tall order, that is exactly what “before the sun goes down” is. Plus there’s ice cream. Or maybe you’re more of a logince fan? Do you want a fic where Roman isn’t the prince but serves His Highness? Do you like sincere talks while you’re procrastinating showing your face to the subjects you don’t really want to rule over? In that case, you really should read “Viva la Vida”. Careful, though, this one is so sweet you’ll probably get a toothache… There also is an analogical fic that I’ve enjoyed very much: “Cracks in the Ceiling”. I love it, because it’s just calm. Fears creeping up on you, thrown away by a trusted friend with a few words, just by being there and playing into the metaphors you head created this time around. It’s calm, and there’s not really a climax or anything, but it doesn’t need one. Because it’s just a glance into everyday life. It’s beautiful in its own right, really.

What I’m saying is, Lexi has a lot more wonderful stories to tell than the uni-au. It’s the most popular one, sure, and it’s one of her best works. But you really should check out her other fics as well. Lexi herself once said that she writs fics she’d like to read. I would figure it’s because of this, but her stories are mostly things you don’t really find anywhere else. Dynamics, stories, world building, all of those are aspects you may find somewhere else. But Lexi is just one of those people who see what they miss in a fandom and create it themselves, and among these creators Lexi is my favorite. She just has that certain skill that makes that approach to writing result in the most enjoyable reading experiences. Lexi’s fics are special, because they’re different, because they are authentic and you can feel that when you’re reading her work.

@djpurple3 is another talented individual I want to talk about. I have to confess, DJ is, as far as original content goes, almost exclusively locked in my brain with the fiction “I just keep loosing my beat”. 23 Chapters so far, one better than the last. It’s a bitter-sweet story following Remus and his children, after the bitch of a mother has been brought behind bars. Abusive piece of shit. Yeah, I don’t like her much. But the story is so full of love and support, everyone trying their best, everyone seeing how much the others deserve the world and wishing they could give it to them… Roman and Remus have a sibling-dynamic I would die for here, too. Patton is just the most adorable friend to Deceit - here Damion - Virgil is a precious bean, Logan is cute and the teacher we all wish he’d had ourselves and… god, I could keep gushing about this fic forever. I’ll stop now, though, before I’ll start spoiler things. Wouldn’t want to do that, especially since I really, really, really want more people to give this a go. It’s not underrated, I just think everyone who doesn’t is missing out by a lot, so… Go over there and read DJ’s fic right fucking now, if you haven’t already read it at least once. Thank you.

@delimeful​, our wonderful lime-friend with a cute cat making a terrifying face in his header. First of all, there is the WIBAR universe, short for “Watch it burn and rust”. 5 chapters in act one, 4 intermissions (one of those with three chapters), one chapter of act two, as well as three extras and an au of this au called “the end of being alone”, and I’ve lost count of how many nights I spent reading those instead of sleeping like I should. (Or interacting with family. Or being productive. Or… It’s really a good story, okay?!) WIBAR is a deathworlder au. So a space au in which humans are regarded as dangerous deathworlders who can survive on a deathworld like earth. In other words, Virgil is the only human, and boy does that scare everyone around him. And the best part? You can feel the development, the shift in mentality regarding Virgil, feel the moment approach in which he isn’t a threat but a companion instead.

And, apart from the fic that inspired me enough to start writing “TINND!R?” over on my writing blog, there are a lot more amazing fics to read on lime’s blog. He wrote “How easy you are to need”, for example. It’s soft, it pulls at just the right heartstrings, it’s achingly hopeful and, god, the ending still has me in tears, even after the fifth - ? sixth? something among those lines - reread. This one’s a werewolf au, actually. Virgil is the werewolf, Logan, Patton and Roman are the humans.

Do you want yourself some of that pre-AA dynamic? I’d recommend “to taste your beating heart”. In this, Virgil gets separated from the rest of his group of vampire hunters and gets turned into a vampire himself, loosing his memories. And he’s “Anx” now, not “Virgil”, goddamnit! He isn’t their friend anymore, why don’t they understand that? Well, probably because they can still see Virgil’s old habits shining through. There’s a lot of tension, a lot of angst and a whole lot of frustration involved in this.

He also wrote some amazing one-shots. They’re mostly so well written that I’m almost sad not to be waiting on a continuation. There’s “the littlest mermaid”, in which Virgil goes to investigate a noise, finding a scared, tiny mermaid in need of help. In “community gardens” we have Remus being Remus, gaining the interest and friendship of the forest’s giant Logan. “Magical mutualism” tells the tale of a witch and a demon making a pact beneficial to both parties and opening the doors neither could have gone beyond alone. The way we’re all confused about our ships not actually having set sail yet comes to a hight in Virgil in regards to his friends in “amateur matchmakers”. And this is the point at witch I stop talking before I actually recommend every single one of lime’s fics instead of just my favorites as I had planed because I started to gush too much… XD

Let’s move on to @muppenthings​. Mupp is an amazing artist and she created a giant mermaid au. There’s this one orca who’s just… We love her, but I actually don’t think she’s the brightest. I really, really love her, though. Virgil himself is being a little protective over his human friends and casually so. I love this comic series for the art style, but I also love the way it makes me crack a laugh at least once per work. Or appeal to my mother-instincts, if it’s about baby Virgil. Too cute for his own good, I tell ya! And the facial expressions! The detail, the jokes, everything about this is wonderful. You should at least take a look.

@whenisitenoughtrees​. Cat got me with “This cup of yours tastes holy (This lie is dead)”. “A slow voice on a wave of phase” was next, later “Infinity and beyond”, “we are not alone in the dark with out demons” and “changing of the guard”. And then, suddenly, the night was over. I’ve read almost all of the fics in one go, and I’ve been semi-frequently visiting her master post ever since. When “There’s an endless road to rediscover” came out just a little while back, that lead to me re-reading through almost the entire list. I don’t regret it, my plans for that weekend would like to disagree.

These six fics I mentioned here are, by no means, the only ones I enjoyed. Those are just the ones I’ve found myself opening up again and again in sleepless nights. Those are the ones that pop up in my head and have me smiling to myself in the middle of god-knows-whatever-I’ve-been-doing-at-the-time.

Angst, fluff, hurt-comfort, you’ll find everything in that list. And something I’ve grown to like about Cat’s fics even more than anything else is the quick change between feeling perplexed, a startled laugh at certain wordings (you’ll know what I’m talking about when you see it) and apprehension. These fics will have you at the edge of you seat, swooping you away on an emotional roller coaster. And, god, the way Cat writes from Remus’ perspective? The introductions of her stories and the way she redirects to the main topic after going into detail on something? I saved a few paragraphs as screenshots on my phone because I love them and I want to read them again when I’m down. I just… Cat’s great.

Next up is @eliemo. Because Elias Virgil is the royalty of Virgil angst. From the touch-starved Virgil we’ve all had a head cannon of at one point in “Heart of Ice”, over ace Virgil panicking over telling his boyfriends that he his ace and didn’t think to tell them before in “Love our way” to so, so much more.

Mostly EV follows the story arc of an underlying feeling of dread at the beginning, which slowly grows into panic, exploding in a storm of angst and concludes in everyone, or at least whoever is around, coming to the rescue and helping to calm down, with the end being the hope for getting better in the future. They always manage to convey the confusion, fear or just the general thought process so well that you can’t help but get absorbed in the story. They know exactly what to say and what to leave between the lines to get the maximum effect. And, your heart will definitely be shattered after their angst. Still, the way the sides comfort each other and support each other so well every time is just… I love their stories, a lot.

I want to make two more suggestions if you want to check out this creator. A Janus angst fic, which can only be described as “ouch” you’ll find under the name “snake bite”. It hurts in the best way possible, because Janus gets the comfort he deserves.

The other suggestion gets a lot darker. It’s about Virgil having been abused by the “others” before he got accepted into the light side. The others are shocked to find out what has gone on behind their backs and they help Virgil in every way they can to recover. Of cause it’s a rocky path, though. This would be “Learned Behavior”. The series/au has twelve stories so far, one of which has two parts. You’ll find the master post for this pinned to the top on their blog.

If you like angst, you should also give @maybedefinitely404​ a look. Ly has a soulmate-au going, in which they use the concept of “you hear the music your soulmate listens to”. "Music in my head” is a prinxiety fic, but the two of them have yet to meet. Four chapters and two mini-fics in. The reason I mentioned angst is because in this - spoiler alert for the first few chapters here - , Virgil gets put through conversion therapy. Luckily Janus and Logan are better foster parents than the ones who did that to him.

They also have a master list for all their soulmate stories, featuring different ships. Apparently they participated in soulmate month, if I understood that correctly. And to be honest, that was how I even found their account. I absolutely adore their anxceit fic, which takes place in a human au. It’s starting off pretty sad, but the bonding moments are absolutely wonderful. It’s a lovely story, and the ending is one of the best ones I’ve yet to read. Their logince fic took my breath away, too. A flower shop/tattoo artist au, and Logan is the tattoo artist. Stunning writing, wonderful world building, just the right amount of backstory to have everything make sense without overwhelming/drowning the reader in unnecessary details. Their moxceit fiction… Well, this one had me in tears within the first few paragraphs. It’s terrible and you feel for Janus, whose perspective this is written from. The ending, though… Gods! The ending was so indescribably cute. To be honest, all of the soulmate stories are great, these three are just my personal favorites.

Concerning their one shots, you’ll probably have to figure it out on your own concerning this. I haven’t been able to read all of them yet, as sad as that makes me. Definitely palling on doing it in the future, though. I did read two of them, though. “Pippity poppity” really was amusing, and I am so looking forward to the second part of “The Boy who sings next door”. The way they write the dynamics between the sides? I live for that.

Another creator I would like to recommend is @maybe-im-tired.They don’t have a master post, as far as I could see, but they only post their content anyways, so… “Can’t take my eyes off of you” is my favorite out of their fics so far. I mean, the way they managed to fit the sheer chaos that is intrulogical into this one short fic is amazing. And you could take about two thirds of what Remus said and put it up on your wall as out-of-contexts-quotes. Don’t worry, he says them out of context anyways, and they will definitely make you laugh. 

The series of short stories for the human au that starts with “Glowing stars” is another au by them that you will almost certainly like. We have Logan and Virgil as kids (about 7 I think), Remus and Patton as single parents, Roman as the most adoring uncle, Emile as babysitter and Remy as his amazing partner. Remus is a great father, wonderfully chaotic as well. And a teacher! Imagine that, Remus as your teacher... He’s great with kids though, as long as they aren’t entitled villains come to make his precious Virgil feel bad, that is.

They also wrote a bunch of “random one shots”. They are all amazing, but my favorite has to be this one. It’s a logince one, once again human au. Patton may or may not tell his big brother’s crush about the feelings he wasn’t prepared to share yet. You know, as small kids do. It’s soft, it will make you smile as much as Logan does, and I love Remus in it. I generally like how they write Remus, okay? I know how much I’ve said it, but I’m not even exaggerating. They always write him differently, and all versions they write him as are so, so lovable and just… I wanna hug the life out of all Remus versions they wrote, okay? Take a look, you’ll know why.

Anyways. Let’s continue with @figurative-siren-song. This is the last account I’ve followed and I’m still sad about it having taken me this long to find them. Little salty, to be honest. (I’ll stick to they/them because they said just not to use she/her, and, well… consistency, you know? Don’t have much, so I have to get what I can XD). When I finally did find them, I went through their entire master list (at least all of the ships with characters I actually know. I’m kinda bad with the shorts characters, so I usually just… avoid them? Idk. Personal preference, I guess), and, well… I would honestly recommend every single fic on that list. They call themself “Repair Fluff King™️” and they deserve that title. But when they warn you that a fic will be angsty, it will be angsty.

I found them through the anxceit fic “A Deal”. Well, through an animatic by their friend on youtube that had linked the fic, but details. I’ve been reading this fic up and down again and again. It’s just so good! And when they talk in the second part and Janus explains why he proposed that deal. Or in the continuation, which i can’t talk about because I will probably spoiler things! So wholesome!

 Also, their losleepxeity fic “We’re worth it”. So soft! The nicknames, the plot, the everything. It’s softer than clouds look, and we all know that means something.

But, really. Everyone will find something for them by this creator. So many ships, all incredibly well written, and soft and fluffy without getting boring in the slightest. It’s as energizing as coffee, actually. And, let’s be honest, this whole fandom drowns itself in angst most of the time. Take a break from that, repair your broken hearts with goof fluffy content that you’ll want to read over and over again. Go check this creator out. You will love them. 

Last but not least… @myfriendsasthesides​ A blog by a creator who just takes the wonderfully chaotic dynamics of a friend group and using that to give us content of incorrect sides quotes. Maybe it doesn’t fit with me going on and on about fics here. I don’t care. Follow them and turn on those notifications, please, because seeing even one post of theirs on your dashboard will make your day. It’s funny, it’s absurd, it’s chaotic, it’s making you jealous of them for having friends like that. Believe me, you will want to see those posts. It’s just… the random shots of serotonin and dopamine out generation needs really fucking desperately 100% of the time. 

That’s it with the list! Eleven creators I absolutely adore, and I’m sorry I was babbling so much all the way through, but… Well, actually I’m not sorry. And actually, half of the reason I even made this post is to tell them how much I love them and fangirl about them a bit. So… Yeah. Well.I love you guys and hope you’ll have a wonderful day! And to everyone else reading this: I hope this helped you ind some new creators you can enjoy. And a good day to you too, of cause.

Sincerely, Joy 🖤

(@joylessnightsky/@sanders-sides-fic)

[lovelivingmydreams]

A might have been part 3

@Rondoe well, I wouldn’t dare make you wait. Here’s the next installment of my @kingcreativityau au. Hope you all like it. And no I’m not don yet.

Part 1

Part 2

Growing together

And now everyone was looking at him curiously. Why did he have to open his mouth?

It was somewhere in middle school when Prince came with an announcement.

“We should have names!”

Everyone looked up at that. “What do you mean kiddo? We have names,” Morality wondered.

“No. We have titles. I mean real names!” Prince insisted.

A few moments passed by. “That sounds good actually,” Fear muttered softly. Middle school was hard on him. There was so much to worry about and so many expectations. And now mother had scheduled an appointment with a doctor to address the worries Thomas was having.

He tried to handle them. But lately there were always some creatures following him around and he didn’t always have the energy to deal with them head on.

“I mean… I just… Well…” How to explain?

“It would be beneficial to differentiate between the side and their job,” Logic voiced.

Fear nodded. Relieved someone else thought so too. He hated telling the twins ‘No’. Especially Prince, who always took it personal. The thing was, he thought most of their ideas sounded great. But he also felt he needed to contain them a bit for Thomas’ sake.

And every time he did, he felt like he might as well have punched them.

He hadn’t expected Logic to be the one to understand that and put it into words so well.

“Exactly! I even already thought of one for me!” Prince grinned proudly.

“From now on, you may call me Prince Roman!” he declared.

“Oooh! Then I wanna be Remus!” Duke, or Remus jumped in.

“Oh, this sounds fun! Let’s all meet up tonight and go around reintroducing ourselves alright?”

Everyone nodded and went on with their activities of the day while thinking about names.

When the evening came they all sat in a circle.

“I’ll start!” Morality suggested cheerily. “Logic helped me pick this one out,” he explained with a warm smile to the studious side who merely nodded in acknowledgement.

“You all know me as Morality. And I’ll always try and make sure Thomas is a good person and that you all are looked after. I might sometimes have to put my foot down for that, but I want you to know that I don’t love you any less when I do that than when I go along with your ideas.

Call me Patton, of dad if you want,” he explained with a wave.

Then he grinned widely. “It’s funny, you see, because it’s like Paternal, which means fatherly, and Pathos which is about arguments driven by emotion. It’s a pun!” he giggled. Everyone smiled at that. Morality… Patton, loved his puns.

“Now you go Logic!” he suggested.

Logic nodded and adjusted his glasses. “You know me as Logic. I will always strive for efficiency and intelligent decisions. But… I suppose I quite enjoy some of all of your ‘zanier’ antics and while I might try to put a stop to them in pursuit of my purpose, that does not mean I don’t appreciate your company. Call me Logan… Or if you must, Teacher,” he allowed the last bit with a nod to Roman who had been calling him that on and off since the twins formed. The prince beamed at Logan’s official acceptance of that nickname.

“Logan is not only similar to my title, but it also refers to Logos, arguments based on reason.”

Patton clapped his hands in excitement.

“You wanna officially introduce yourselves too kiddo’s?” he asked the twins.

Roman nodded eagerly. “You know me as the Prince! Thomas’ honor, dreams and creative exploits are my top priority. I may get carried away by that sometimes. Therefore I want you to know, that even when I don’t act like it, I know that you all care for me, and I care for you in return.” Fear might be imagining it, but he felt like that was added for his benefit. It was a relief though. He was really starting to worry he was making his closest friends hate him.

Please call me Roman,” Prince bowed. “It refers to the great Roman Empire and Romance! The most epic of adventures!” he explained proudly.

“I am the Duke! And I just want to have a good time. I like you guys though! Even if you’re boring sometimes. Call me Remus!”

Everyone chuckles. If Remus had wanted to shock them, he would’ve joined in the mushy reintroduction theme. But he was being his classical self.

Though now that Fear thought about it… Had Remus put more thought in his name than just that it related to Roman’s? Should they talk about this?

“Alright! Just two more! Fear? Do you want to go next?” Morality asked kindly.

Fear snapped out of his miniature crisis.

“Um… Okay…” he sighed, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. “I’m fear,” for now. “And I’ll worry a lot. And I’ll second guess whether we should do anything a lot. Even when I get my way, I’ll wonder if that was the right thing. But, I just want everyone to be safe. I… You can call me Virgil.”

Everyone smiled at him. “I see. It’s a play on ‘Vigilant’ and a reference to the Roman poet of the same name. Thomas researched him recently for a school project,” Logan deduced.

“Um… Yeah. He sounded pretty cool,” Virgil admitted, feeling a bit better now that that part was over.

“It’s a great name Virgil,” Patton assured him.

“Indeed! A wonderful fit!” Roman agreed. Virgil smiled and relaxed. He’d been worried they’d think it was weird.

Then everyone turned to Deceit.

“I’m not telling,” he smirked deviously.

“Come on!” Roman complained.

“Even if I did. How are you so sure I’d be telling the truth?” he asked coyly as he studied his nails.

Virgil rolled his eyes. Dee and his dramatics. But, Virgil had promised Dee that he would have his back.

“If he isn’t ready to tell us then that’s fine. Right?” he spoke up.

The others exchanged glances. “I suppose,” Roman groaned reluctantly. Not a fan of not being in on secrets.

“Virgil has a good point. Deceit can tell us whenever he feels ready,” Patton agreed.

Everyone left it at that and went back to work.

Then the dreaded doctor’s visit came. Everyone was sitting listening tensely as the doctor explained things to mother.

Virgil was curled up in the middle, flanked by Roman and Patton. Remus was standing with Deceit and Logan a few steps back.

Anxiety. Virgil was now officially, Anxiety. He hated it.

Roman had one arm around his shoulders and squeezed it. “It’s not so bad…” he tried.

“Thomas is going to hate me,” Virgil stated. Of course he would. Fear was bad enough, but Anxiety?

Roman frowned. “No he won’t!” he insisted. And then Thomas spoke up.

“So… It’s like having a very protective friend in my head?” he asked nervously.

Virgil’s head shot up. What… How?

“Roman! That’s so sweet!” Patton smiled proudly.

Virgil blinked up at Roman while the doctor chuckled and agreed that that was a good way to look at it.

“Your… Friend, can be overly cautious though. And sometimes he will make you think things are worse than they are. He may assume bad things will happen when there is no reason to think that. And sometimes he might think you are in real danger when you are not. So it is important to learn how to work with him. Ready to help your anxiety out Thomas?”

Thomas nodded and Virgil felt like he could cry.

“Thanks Ro…” he smiled.

“Of course V. I wasn’t going to let some doctor talk badly about my best friend,” he stated firmly.

Virgil relaxed a little and Thomas followed suit.

Things didn’t exactly suddenly go over roses now that Thomas was aware of Virgil’s intentions.

And Virgil was not rid of his old demons.

“Hey,” he muttered as he approached the twins in the dream room. A stress bunny jumping around his feet.

“Virgil… There is something right… There,” Roman pointed out, gesturing to the bunny.

“I know… I can’t get it to go away,” Virgil sighed tiredly as he sat down and curled up on himself.

“… Why not?” Remus wondered. Virgil always made the doubts go away somehow.

“Because this one is my own thoughts, not Thomas’.” Virgil explained.

“Can we help?” Roman offered, hating to see his friend suffer.

“Can…” Virgil’s eyes filled with tears. “Can you promise you won’t leave?” he sobbed. The thought had been plaguing him on and off for ages, and now it just would not go away.

Remus and Roman sat themselves down, flanking Virgil’s shaking frame.

“Why would you think that?” Roman asked perplexed.

“He did. I… I didn’t protect him right and he left!” he sobbed. The twins looked at each other shocked. They knew who he was talking about. King.

They remembered how broken Virgil had been when they formed. They’d felt bad for being the reason he was hurting.

“Well, we aren’t going anywhere. Teasing you is way too much fun!” Remus cackled a little uncomfortable with the looming shadow of their previous form hanging over their heads.

“Indeed! I would be a rather sorry excuse for a prince if I left my most trusted knight behind wouldn’t I?”

Virgil looked up at them. He wanted to believe them so badly.

“Promise?” he insisted.

“Hope to die, stick my but full of cacti!” Remus nodded as he crossed his heart, making Virgil chuckle lightly.

“I solemnly swear that I shall not permit myself to leave your side in any permanent manner,” Roman vowed.

Virgil took in a deep breath and saw the bunny dissolve, it was enough…

It really wasn’t.

“Why not?” Roman demanded.

“Because people will be staring and when we mess up everyone will laugh at us!” Virgil replied.

“Why are you suddenly like this!? You used to love my ideas?” the prince wondered. Virgil was too worked up to notice the way his voice broke and the silent plea in his eye. He would realize all this later though, when all he could do about it was berate himself for it for months to come.

“I’ve always been like this Roman! I’m trying to keep us safe! You used to not be covered in bruises all the time from the other kids being mean to Thomas!” he countered indicating the fresh mark on the Prince’s cheek.

Roman flinched away and covered the mark self-consciously. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not as perfect as I used to be! I’m trying!”

That shut Virgil up. “Princey… I’m sorry, I never meant to make you feel like you did something wrong,” he whispered.

Roman was fighting to hold back tears now. He couldn’t cry. Heroes don’t cry.

“You say that but, you haven’t really hung out with us for weeks. You are always of chasing shadows and when you aren’t… Is it me? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry I’m not him. I’m working so hard to be like him though. I just, don’t know how he kept you happy,” Roman confessed, not looking at Virgil, playing with the edge of his shirt instead.

“Roman, I never wanted you or Remus to be him. And I was different back then too. Dealing with me was easier back then. K-” Suddenly Virgil felt his hand clasp in front of his mouth. What…? Deceit.

Virgil frowned and managed to release his hold of his mouth.

“Give me a second Ro. I’ll be right back. We can talk about this while watching a movie or something okay? And… We’ll see about trying out later. Maybe I was… doing those negative thinking things the doctor told us about,” Virgil allowed. Roman looked up at him with a shaky smile.

“Really? You’ll hear me out?” he asked.

“Really. I shouldn’t have shut you down like that,” Virgil acknowledged. He did that sometimes. Let his job overtake his own judgement. The thoughts were just so hard to ignore sometimes.

Now however he had a snake to deal with.

“Janus!” Virgil growled when he got to the willow. He and Remus were told Jan’s name a while ago.

Why them and not the rest neither knew but they kept the secret.

“What is it Virgil?” Janus drawled as he got up from his spot in the grass.

“Why did you make K… Him taboo?” Virgil growled. He could understand Janus’ position on most things. Though they rarely agreed. Virgil had supported the others in the decision to stay true to Thomas’ true self as opposed to pretending so they could fit in. He wasn’t sure if he liked the consequences of this decision, but the alternative had filled him with even more dread. He could not let Thomas put himself in a situation where every action actually had to be second guessed in order to keep up the act.

Janus had understood his position too and there were no hard feelings.

But this… This was a bit too far.

“No use in dwelling on the past Virgil. Surely you see that? The taboo has been in place for years and you only now noticed?” Janus pointed out.

“Because no one else was talking about him! Do you know how often I hid away to mourn him on my own because I thought no one cared!?” Virgil demanded. Janus was a bit taken aback by this and even looked a little guilty. He had resented Patton for using Virgil’s grief to get closer to him, but was making King a taboo really necessary? Had it been right to deny Virgil the ability to talk through his grief?

“That’s not important though. Roman is asking about him and I don’t care if you hated him. Roman needs…”

Suddenly Virgil was shoved against the tree, a hand on his throat.

“How dare you? How dare you say that I hated him!?” Janus growled. “You know nothing!”

“Wha… What am I supposed to think?” Virgil gasped. “With how you always hid from him. What he did to you. And how you treated the twins at first,” he explained as he tried to break free from the grasp. “You never told me anything. No one did. Not even him!”

Then the grip was gone and Virgil fell to his knees. Coughing something fierce.

“I’m sorry. You are right,” Janus admitted, trying to collect himself again. He shouldn’t let it get to him. It’s been years.

“But the past is in the past. There is no use upsetting anyone by bringing it up,” Janus decided. “Roman thinks he’s falling short. I need to talk about Him to explain that he isn’t!” Virgil insisted.

Janus was silent for a moment. “Fine. You have an hour.” Janus allowed.

Virgil didn’t waste a moment and hurried to Roman’s room where he found everything set up for movie night.

“Are you sure you have time for a movie? We can do this some other day or…” Roman wondered, playing with his sash nervously.

Virgil rarely saw Roman so insecure. Only when they were alone together. Was it ecause he was anxiety? Did he somehow affect the others the way his corner of the mind would?

Or maybe, maybe Roman just let down his guard around him. Remus had that with Jan, Virgil could tell the chaotic side went to the willow when he was feeling down and he was always in better spirits when he returned. It was a relief to know that Remus had someone to rely on when Virgil couldn’t be there.

King used to sometimes show him a brief glimpse into his fears and insecurities, but that was it. Virgil couldn’t recall a single time he actually admitted to those things out loud. He might’ve that day. But not to him.

Virgil didn’t know why Roman would turn to him of all sides if that was what this was, but he would do his best to be there for him regardless.

“I’m never sure. But I made a decision. Let’s do this,” Virgil said as he sat down next to Roman who started the movie. Virgil didn’t even register which one it was. Just that it had the Disney theme music at the start.

“King was my first friend,” he started.

“He was… larger than life. Always seemed to know just what to do, though he was winging it most of the time. Making a plan was not his strong suit,” he recalled fondly.

“He messed up a lot actually, though I didn’t always see it like that at the time.

He had a very hard time listening to others. Pat and Logan had the hardest time getting through to him. He would take time to listen to me, but mostly to put my worries at ease. Sometimes that would lead to an idea and he’d be off creating something. I remember chasing after him a lot.

He struggled giving other’s credit for their work at times, though he tried, he just always had to work in a complement for himself as well. And you would never catch him admitting he had flaws.

I cared about him. More than I ever got to tell him. But he wasn’t perfect Ro. And that was fine by me,” he explained. Roman was listening with wide eyes to this story, the most he’d ever heard anyone say of his and Remus’ original form. This was the most he’d heard Virgil say in one go to be honest.

“Was he handsome?” he then asked.

Virgil laughed at that. “Really? That’s what you want to know?”

Roman’s firm nod made Virgil roll his eyes. “I guess,” he shrugged. “Not as handsome as you though,” he assured the prince. Roman chuckled and punched Virgil’s shoulder. “Stop it! You’ll make me blush!”

They laughed together a bit and then Virgil got serious again.

“My happiness didn’t fall solely on him though. Pat and Lo were there for me too. Even Dee helped out a few times though we only really got close after… Anyway. It wasn’t his job to make me happy, and it isn’t yours. We do this stuff together, all of us. Right?”

Roman nodded. Right. The six of them together. It was hard to remember that he could rely on them sometimes. He was a Prince. Wasn’t he supposed to be able to fix things on his own? To protect them?

But Virgil doesn’t lie… So maybe he could try to allow himself to need the others…

Then Virgil sighed. “IF, we try out, we have to be super prepared. I don’t want to hear you complain about having to practice our audition song over and over. Got it?”

Roman’s face lit up at that. “You mean it?” he asked.

“IF,” Virgil repeated. “We have to talk about it with the others first. This’ll affect all of us,” Virgil warned. “And only if you promise.”

Roman nodded. “I promise! Let’s go tell the rest now!” And just like that the movie was abandoned in favor of rushing to meet the others in the front of the mind.

Needless to say Thomas got cast and while it all was a lot of hard work, Thomas never felt so at home as in the theater.

[kanene-yaaay]

Go Virge, go!

Kanene’s note: TODAAAAAAAAAY IS A SPECIAAAAAL DAYYYY!!! DO YOU KNOW WHY?? THAT IS RIGHT! BECAUSE TODAY IS @why-not-a-tickle-blog BIRTHDAY!!!! Gooooosh!!!! I know I already did a whole speech before, mah friendo, but you’re just so amazing and lovely! Aaaaaa I’m happy for being your friend! <33

Okay, I got a little carried away! Enjoy the gift! x3

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* Oneshot. Something around 3.800 words.w-)b. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Patton in Human AU.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Since  it’s a gift: Essa fanfic não será traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops, especially you, Livvy!! Have a wonderful and incredible day just like you! 

[~*~]

Patton was confused. A lot.

 And that wasn’t even a whole brand-new thing in his life.

 Patton got confused quite frequently, being honest.  

He got confused when he accidentally fell asleep on the couch and woke up four hours later with all his house painted in the dark of the night and without a single drop of memory about where he is or who he is for some minutes. Patton got confused when his attention was caught in some adorably adorable video of kittens being the best thing in the world and quickly ran to Virgil’s room just to show them to him, not understanding why his friend can’t stop looking at him quizzically until Virgil finally asks why does he has a spoon in the knot of his cardigan and Patton jumps because HIS COOKIES ARE IN THE OVEN AND HOW MUCH TIME HAD PASSED-

 Oh. Wait. That is not what he was talking about. Focus, focus!

 Anyway. Life is confusing, feelings, thoughts, actions, trying your best, keep going, look at the refrigerator just to realize you have no idea of what you were supposed to be searching in the first place, humans…

 Yeah, especially humans.

 Patton stared at the figure of his friend laid on the couch, absently looking at his phone while a piece of smile adorned his face. The movie both decided to watch paused in the background as the one currently in the kitchen waited for the popcorn get ready, his hand held lightly his chin and a frown rest peacefully in his features, mirroring the same expression he always saw on Logan every time he was confronted by a problem whose solution seemed impossible to find.

 It was The Pose of all the incredible genius in the world, right? Therefore, in some moment about now the answers of all his questions should magically pop before him, unfolding and refolding in logic patterns just like in all the mystery series and books.

 Right about noooow…

 …

 Now?

 …

 Well, it didn’t work.

 Patton pouted, turning to pour the warm and probably delicious snack in big bowls that both would pretend they wouldn't be able to finish before even getting in the middle of the so expected movie. He grabbed the bowls and headed to the other room, reprising the entire day in his mind, a faint echo of Logan saying that could help basing his decision.

 Everything started in the morning with Patton arriving at their breakfast table only to find Virgil, but not his usual Virgil.

 That was a Virgil without his hoodie.

 Not that it was a totally strange thing! Usually by his free mornings he would prefer to wander in the house on his comfortable pajamas, however the thing today is… he wasn’t on his pajamas. He was prepared to fight the world – actually Virgil was just going to work, but he said this sounded more badass - on his black Slipknot shirt, jeans and the hoodie nowhere near to be seen.

 Besides that, today was predominantly cold. Cold enough for the one wearing glasses end up missing his favorite cat cardigan by the time he arrived their house, searching for the so dearly craved cloth in every little corner until Patton came across the scene of his friend - his best edgy, lovely friend cutely wearing it and being equally playfully bratty when tried ask it back, pulling out his tongue out as his form dazed in a chase the moment Patton’s promise of ‘physically fight for it!’ – which was a lie, obviously. He gave up the vestment the very moment his eyes locked in a Virgil playing with the cat ears sewed in it – flew from his mouth.

 And, after getting tired out, they cuddled! Okay, this wasn’t nearly a strange occurrence between both, albeit was one of those rare moments when Virgil was the one who initiated it, laying on his lap with a pout and a sharp look, as if he dared the other to say something (and Patton didn’t!! He swears!! Squeals. Do. Not. Count. As. Words.), feeling comfortable enough to even start a Poking War as they were accommodating themselves on the cushions, rays of giggles, squeaks filling the place for some heartbeats before both decided to metamorphose their last bit of routine into a movie night.

 Which was exactly what they were doing!

 Now, don’t get Patton wrong. He was absolutely delighted by everything! Knowing Virgil felt comfortable, safe enough to act nonchalant around him was so heart-warming he could almost feel himself melt in happiness!

 ….But…

 But there was this signal in the back of his mind. A particularly different gleam in the other’s eyes he had already seen before, however couldn’t quite place its meaning yet. Some words unpronounced amongst his lightly snarky demeanor. Some little thing that made Patton feel playful and happily bubbly as well, except he couldn’t really grab the exact information, the exact why or the exact memory.

 Not yet, at least.

  [~*~]

  Virgil was about to fucking quit it.

 No, actually, he was about to fuck quit everything when he woke up of his incredibly, horrible, wonderfully teasy tickle dream. The tingles of the dreamy tickles still ghostly buzzing on his body as he quietly giggled, burying his face in the pillows and kicking about everything on his bed, eyes firmly closed as the memories bathed his mind in a flow made to increase awfully his lee mood.

 And then one of his favorite artists posted some new things on Tumblr, which obligated him to see all their new posts and, who knows, accidentally click in the tag ‘My arts’ of them, which end up with him re-finding other works he had already forgot about, path that consequently leaded to some more reblogs and therefore another bunch of tickle blogs which, of course, made his lee mood at work almost unbearable.

 At least he had the cold to blame if someone questioned about the persistent blush spread on his features.

 After everything, finally: The calm and quiet of home, broken by his determined decision to try to make – somehow - Patton tickle him. His friend was soft and playful by nature, and he already knew Virgil liked tickles (quite of an interesting story involving a meme, a movie and the power going out. Heh. Do not ask about it.) so, I mean, the worst part was already gone, right? It wouldn’t probably be that bad. Virgil would just act naturally, smoothly following a few advices he found in some blogs discussing this topic and hope, for the sake of his life, the Universe wouldn’t follow Murphy's Law for ONCE.

 Of course, that didn’t happen. OF COURSE.

 Virgil tried first to be a bratty. He stole Patton’s cardigan and even ran across the house in an attempt to maintain his new possession. He stretched while laid in Patton’s lap: no hoodie, ticklish spots right there. In the last shot he even let himself giggle every single time his mind wandered to the dark corner designed especially for the subject. The one wearing smudged make up even started a poke war!! A poke war!! What kind of poke war doesn't evolve to a tickle war where he would, so sadly and despise his best efforts, lose spectacularly??

 He crossed his arms and DID NOT pout, blowing grumpily some strands of hair that fell in his vision’s field.

 “I would sell my soul for a tickle.” Virgil growled, his usually careful façade crumbling under the quite persistent thoughts of fingers spidering on his ribs, counting each one of them before lazily dragging the tip of the nails to his quivering tummy, dancing and poking unbothered by his squi-

 “What was that?”

 Virgil squeaked, jumping some centimeters in the air when the voice of his approaching friend filled the room, the words getting stuck in his throat, his head shooting in the other’s direction, wide eyes.

 “What.” He eloquently offered.

 “I was too far, didn’t hear what you said, sorry. Could you repeat, please?”

 Virgil tried – failing - to not blush. Patton was… actually being serious, right? That wasn’t any kind of tease, even if the traitor little demon he usually called brain unhelpfully unlocked all the memories of all the tickle fanfics he read that began with that exact same words. “Nothing. It was nothing.” He promptly ignored the way his voice came out slightly high.

 “Oh, okay!” Patton kindly smiled, putting the popcorn on the coffe table and looking for some space on the couch to lay down while Virgil pressed play, the show’s opening quickly filling the air and silence hanging between both. Patton stopped. Suddenly Virgil felt a shiver run across his whole body, his gaze turning to his friend, only to find the one wearing glasses staring at him intently.

 “You like tickles.”

 The word only was enough to jolt his body back to a sitting position, butterflies starting to wake up, proceeding to fly the most desperate as possible in his stomach, his brain fuzzing, crumbling for answers of How and When and What the Fuc-

 “What? NO! I mean, yes but how- when did you just…”

 “Oh!” Patton gasped and Virgil felt his whole face in flames once the realization of the shiny gleam in the other’s eyes, almost as literal stars shining, hit him. Maybe… Maybe something he had done before finally work? “That is why you initiated a Poke War? Were you trying to make me tickle you? Vee, you just needed to ask!”

 Yep. No. Nope. No way. That was definitely worse.

 Virgil tried to hide himself in his hoodie, deciding he could very much rather perish in his Lee Mood than stare at the pure love and awe gazed right in his direction. His lips curving in a shadow of a smile for a second when he pressed himself further on the furniture, noticing with a grumble leaving his mouth the only armor he owned was the cat cardigan. Hood pulled up and his face firmly pressed on his knees, he ignored the way his excited giggles started to bounce and dance in his throat, resulting in his own body bounce a bit.

 “Knock knock…” Virgil felt a light tapping on his knee.

 “Fuck off.” The hissed answer ran without letting he even think about it, too much occupied in pretending to not notice how much this position left his entire tickl- I mean, sensitive torso vulnerable and how much not seeing what was happening increased second by second the tingles and shivers crazily racing in his skin.

 “Gasp! Virgil!” The one dying in the cat cardigan internally rolled his eyes at the literally audible gasp his friend vocalized, almost being able to see the playful mood taking over his expression as it always has when they swore around him. “I should tickle you for this, Mister Potty Mouth!” Yes. Yes!! Come on, come on! “But I won’t.”

 Hey now, what.

 “What?!” His head shot upwards absurdly fast, a fact which, obviously, he would deny it to the end of his living and non-living days.

 “I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide or ignore your desire for tickles every time you have them! Especially…”

 ‘Please – see? I know how to use some freaking good words. - Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, Patton. You’re cool, you’re a funny guy, you have good intentions but you have any ideas of what the fuck will happen??’ Virgil found himself almost pleading, the sentences already running in his head, but his lips firmly gripped in the fear to let out more than these simple words.

 “… Since I’m totally okay in tickling you! Oh, wait. Did you just squirm? Aww, Virgil!! That is so, so adorable! You’re blushing, too! Awwwwww!!! Okay, okay, okay, I’m… Imma gonna die of cuteness. You’re truly the most precious being I’ve ever met!!! Wait, what I was just saying…?” 

 ‘I will die! No! I’m already dying! See? You already accomplished what you wanted!! Let’s move on to the next damn part!’

 “Oh right!” Patton lightly hit the side of his head. “I’m glad to tickle you! Truly! All you have to do is…”

 ‘Dude, Patton, Pat-Pat, Popstar don’t…’

 “Ask me! Please, please, please!!” Virgil stared him dead in his eyes, crossing his arms, his cheeks so hot that he was surprised his face didn’t melt yet. “Aw, don’t give me that look, kiddo!” Virgil just narrowed his eyes further. Patton pouted, his ‘Puppy Eyes’ expression – more like an unfair weapon - showing and nailing cracks on Virgil’s resolution.

 They stayed like this for a while, until Patton abruptly lifted his hands, his fingers wiggling on Virgil’s direction, the movement so out of blue that catched his friend out of guard, a true yelp jumping from him before he grumpily growled and let himself fall on the cushions.

 “I can’t.”

 “Of course, you can, kiddo! I’m rooting for ya! Wanna see?” And then he started to fold and unfold his fingers, approaching them to Virgil inch by inch “Go Virge, go! Go, Virge, go! Goooo, Virgeyyyy, go!” Inch by inch. Close and then even closer. The boy with a wobbly smile in his face felt like he couldn’t tear his eyes from the movements, the butterflies seeming to freak out in his stomach in the rhythm of the cheers.

 He hides his face behind his hands. Patton was going to be the end of his existence.

 “Stohop it.” Dammit. He was breaking.

 ‘Come on, guy! You can do this!’ He internally whined.

 “Ooh, is that a beauty giggly giggle what I hear? The cheering should be working then, don’t you think?! We believe in you, Virge-poo! And we can’t wait for when we…” Virgil dared to spy the scene between his fingers, only to see Patton’s hands barely touching his sides, his fingers positioned in a claw shape. “… getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!!” They suddenly moved, clawing unbearably away and terribly close at each couple of words.

 No. Virgil did NOT squeal nor squirmed closer to the fingers. Fuck you. Nobody asked. That is none of your business anyway.

 ‘Just… just don’t think about it! Pull it off. Like… I don’t know! Like a stupid band aid!’

 “It is going to be so much fun! I didn’t even tickle you yet and you’re already giggling excitedly! Think in all your wonderful, beautiful laughter flying everywhere when I finally tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle you silly!! You’ll be giggling up a storm! Happy gasp! Pun inserted!”

 Virgil obligated himself to take a deep breath and not stare the warm, teasy hands which were oblivious of the intern turmoil caused as they rested on his sides. Their tips very lightly, almost impossible to feel and – even more difficult to ignore - poking the ticklish skin, as if they simply couldn’t bring themselves to stay still. The one laid on the couch and yet hiding his face felt the urge to kick just to get off all the pleasantly nervous energy building up in his body.

 “Virgey-wiggly-wiggley…~”

 “TICKLEMEPLEASE!”

 Patton squeaked excited, the teasy grin immediately giving space to the joyful smile. “Of course!” He grazed his fingers up his sides to his ribcage, the nails lightly drawing circles around each one of the ribs, receiving a quick tasering in the middle of them before going up to the next one, letting for a piece of moment Virgil’s bubbly and more high-pitched giggles fill the room alone.

 The cat cardigan owner ran the tip of his fingers up and down, up and down, up and down his sides, watching in complete awe the way the other squirmed at each infinitesimal move. He stopped the movement on his right side, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses as accompanied Virgil adorably wiggling away from the reminiscent tickles, as if he tried to escape from the evil fingers scribbling in that exactly spot which connected his left side to his tummy and leaded cute, sweet titters escape from his gigantic smile.

 A devious plan shinned in his head.

 Patton ceased the tickling in order to give him a breath, smiling at the pout that didn’t take too long before blooming in the other’s features.

 He quickly poked his left side, immediately hearing quiet, bubbly giggles dance across the air as Virgil wiggled to his right, only to be warmly welcomed by scratches of one single finger on his lower back, making his breath stop so fast a snort escape. Virgil widened his eyes, his hands automatically clapping in his mouth at the same time a big, gleaming grin took over Patton’s expression. They stared at each other, fingers never stopping, squirms never ending.

 “No.” His voice was slightly wobbly, giggles beginning to intertwine his words as his friend scribbled softly again. “No no no! You are a- dON’T!- such a dork!!! No!!”

 They initiated the cycle again. Every time Virgil squirmed to escape from the left tingles to the right tickles one more finger was added to the attack, soon leaving the blushed poor victim kicking sporadically when the ten fingers resumed their light, tickly attack. “I’m going t-t-to kick you!!” and then was subdued to the snorts and squeals painting his fast titters.

 The one who wore the cat hoodie which moments before had slipped from his head in the ““fight””, now showing clearly the red strongly flaming his cheeks and the tip of his ears shook his head from side to side, the frown he tried to form being immediately won by the smile taking over his features. Virgil let himself embrace the feeling completely over, laughing freely, almost doesn’t believing this was actually happening.

 That it didn’t matter how much he tried to escape nor squirm, the tickling just followed his movements, just as all his (fake) protests didn’t stop the excited, evil teases pouring from the other’s mouth. Not to tell how only the big, happy gaze from Patton was definitely not helping in the slightest his current state at all!

 He was certain. There was no way out of this. He was going to melt and   d i e.

 And he was loving every single second of this.

 “Aww! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Look at the happiness shining in your face!! Someone really, really loves some tickly-tickles, am I right? But don’t worry, Virgey-wiggley! I will give you all the tickles you could ever want! Like here!” He booped Virgil’s bellybutton “Here” A couple of fingers slid on his waistline “And here, and here, and here and everywhere!” Fingers flew quickly, traveling on his hips, collarbone, sides, behind his ears…

 The incapacity to know where Patton would strike next killed every single drop of coherent thoughts of his mind, which could only focus on the tickling and how much it was unbearable and everywhere and it  t i c k l e d . His giggles grew to chortles, his hands flying from his own face to lightly push Patton’s, dislocating his glasses and freeing surprised chuckles mixed with his own squeaks.

 “Virgil!!” Patton ceased the playful attack in order to retire the other’s hands off his face, before both knew they’re wrestling, laughter cutting their acts and weakening their movements. “Virge!! I will go to another spot this way!”

 In a blink of an eye one of his friend’s arms hugged his sides and Patton felt a malefic grin crawling his lips without even noticing its presence. Very much different from Virgil, who in the same heartbeat realized his mistake, using the opportunity of the instant of distraction to lightly push the cookie lover off him, quickly dashing across the house. All his instincts gleaming and sparkling the sign of ‘Survive’ in his veins.

 The only reason of what Virgil forgot about the numbness from spending so much time laid on his legs, resulting in trips that definitely made him lose some crucial speed as he encircled the couch, capturing with the corner of his eyes the scene of Patton jumping of the cushions and following his escape route. The crackling dancing in the air owned by nobody specific.

 His heart beat faster, the joy raced his nerves and made his tummy tingle in advance just for imagining the exact moment where two arms would hug him firmly yet gently from behind and his ears would be set on fire the very same moment Patton would say-

 “Gotcha, Giggly Storm! I gotcha, gotcha ya!!” Patton dug his thumbs right above Virgil’s hips, the remaining fingers clawing the poor, sensitive skin in his back, leading belly laughter to took over his friend’s sentence, his knees buckling and legs uncontrollable kicking as Patton sat with him on the floor, pressing his back on his chest and resting his head on his shoulder.

 “Patton!! Pahahatton, come on, no!” Patton just hummed, two fingers calmly walking on Virgil’s waistline. “Don’t you dare!! Don’t you fuckin- gah!” The nails began to slid in the length of the belly, going from a side to another as elected soft snorts and bouncy giggles.

 “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Did you thought you could run away from the Tickle Monster? Poor unfortunate soul ~. Now the Tickle Monster has to give you a bunch of more ticklish tickly tickles just for this, don’t you think?!” And then Virgil felt the tickles speed up to scribbles and clawing and wiggles delivered in every inch of his tummy. Going in random patterns, drawing forms on his sweet spot, up and down, from a side to another, over and over again. Quick enough to make him sporadically squirm and kick, a rain of squeals, yelps and squeals flowing from his lips, yet soft and light enough to let him rest his head on the other’s chest and just enjoy the feeling.

 “Awww! Look at how much shaking your tum-tum is! It is probably so happy in receiving its so much craved tickle tickle tickles, right, Virgey-poo?” The answer was only a blushy Virgil hiding his face on Patton’s neck, giggling nonstop.

 “Nonono!! It’s not!” And, if that move only led to a now very exposed neck to be gifted with some special scratches? They both pretended it wasn’t on purpose.

 Patton just rolled his eyes, playfully exasperated, quietly chuckling when the other jumped with the quick squeeze delivered on his hip.

 It didn’t take long before Virgil let out his first ‘Stop’, which Patton happily obliged, don’t having the heart to move when he realized Virgil’s breath becoming calmer, his eyelashes closing as he snuggled closer to the one wearing glasses.

 The duo knew very well they would probably regret napping on the hard, cold floor later, yet none of them managed to bring themselves to care, especially when Virgil’s quiet snorts with the second tickle dream of the day lullabied Patton to an equally peaceful dream.

  [~*~]

  Random non-said thing: Patton only remembered that information because the movie they’re going to watch was one of the trilogy they were watching when Virgil gathered up enough will to tell him he likes tickling.

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KRAMPUS

Name: Krampus Claus

Age: Immportal

Gender: Male

Aliases: Krampusnacht, Christmas Devil, Punisher of Naughty Ones

Occupation(s): Holiday Mascot, Monster Celebrity, Singer, Founder of Naughty Begone foundation, LGBT activist

Relative(s): Santa Claus (father), Jessica Bell Claus (mother; deceased)

Interests: Songwriting, performing his songs, grooming his horns, collecting fashionable Hoof-shaped boots, punishing abusive adults and bratty children, chocolates

Character

Krampus Claus, or mostly just known as Krampus the Christmas Devil, is a cynical and stark son of Santa Claus who scares children that misbehaved or adults who destroyed the children’s innocence, assisting his father Santa Claus. He often reward good children with satchel of dried fruits, walnuts and chocolates. Krampus is also a famous Monster Celebrity who is also a founder of Naughty Begone Foundation supporting children who suffers from many forms of abuse. In some occasions, he is portrayed as Santa’s moody teenage-like son with sarcastic remarks and tends write a depressing, morbid or a rather realistic songs. In almost every concert, his back dancers and backup singers are imps.

He enjoys grooming and decorating his horns, wearing fashionable hoof boots almost everyday. But as punisher of Christmas season, he is quite harsh to ones who are selfish, misbehaved, and unkind. He has dry sense of humor as he calls mortal teenagers a “shameless greedy dreamer of becoming main protagonist of everyone’s life”, especially towards popular students voicing his disdain of them as “insecure naughty brats”. This moodiness comes from how his parents rarely had a time to spend with him and has witnessed too many dark sides of humans to the point of desensitized to them.

In Fairly Oddparents AU: It is revealed that he is Nero the Dark Fairy of Nightmares and Fears’ close friend as both share same job to scare people they deem “naughty” or “evil”. However, he blend in with people as a popular, global star surpassing Chip Skylark. Another reason he do the world tour, is because when he performs onstage it’s easy for him to see who’s naughty and who’s nice so he can target the badly behaved people to punish them. According to Timmy, he is just as icky as Vick when angry. Nonetheless, his songs are inspirational and relatable as they are addictive.

In Danni Phantom AU: According to many ghosts from ghost zone, he was on the verge of becoming a ghost for being forgotten until the modern times. Unlike how Danni thought of him as a threat, it is revealed he is a world-class famous celebrity while possessing ill-behaved people to get locked in his OWN thermos until they all learn their lesson. At the night of Christmas, he performs one of his songs from “Naughty” Album, “On Thin Ice”. It is also revealed that Embrose McClain idolizes him ever since he entered the afterlife.

In Grimm Adventures of Billie & Manny AU: According to Grima, Krampus is one of the most famous monster celebrities as majority of reapers are his fans. Even some monsters such as sirens, Boogeyman, Velimir the Spider Lord, Nergal, and Enzo likes him. At the Christmas night, Grima took Billie, Manny, Irina and Nergina to Krampus’ live concert located in the realm of monsters as Grima smiled watching his performance, implying she also likes his songs.

In Courage the Cowardly Girl AU: Krampus appeared in a TV interview with the host about his upcoming album and it is revealed Courage is actually fan of him and is not afraid of him, ironically. And among the monsters, he doesn’t antagonize her as he also sympathize with her childhood. When the Yule Cat were dragged by Santa for the giant beast making a huge mess in the Middle of Nowhere, Krampus was seen scolding the big cat for picking wrong person to scare off.

In Teens Next Door AU: He is loved by majority of teenagers; both from TND and Cipher Youth Ninjas. Patton, Hoagie and Wally wanted his autograph for Christmas as even Abby wanted to have full set of his Albums CD. When the TND helped Santa with delivering presents and get the villains off of his property, Santa granted their wish by contacting his son. Afterwards, the TND were pleased with the gifts of Krampus’ autographs and boxes of his Album CDs.

In AAnA AU: Because of many “misbehaved” teenagers doesn’t believe in Krampus’ existence, they continued their usual routine on bullying and being mean to others. At the Christmas Party held at Kevin’s place and just before the popular kids could humiliate An trio, the door was knocked as Nazz opened to see hunchbacked child and an old man ask for shelter from the cold weather while offering them a snow globe. When Kevin rejected them, this angered Krampus as the two revealed their true forms. While Santa only lead An Trio, Nazz, Rolf, Jonny and other good kids out, Krampus cursed the “naughty” teens by turning them into ugly Scarecrows. When Kevin, Karen and others finally understands true meaning of Christmas, the spell was lifted. Krampus was still skeptical of their redemption but Santa insisted on observing them more.

Hazbin Hotel ’n Helluva Boss AU: He was first introduced as central figure in Hell’s “Krampus Day”; a day in Hell where demons (both hell-born and sinners) celebrate in behalf of Christmas. Krampus annually goes to Hell to “donate” sinners to demons(either for “adoption”, “slavery”, or “meats”). Also, he is a performer as Lilith, a singer as he performs for Krampus Day as most demons idolizes/worships him. According to Alastor, he witnessed Krampus whipped and tortured his abusive father before taking him away when Alastor was child, thus made the Overlord respects him. Although Krampus understands Charlie’s ideals to rehabilitate demons, he is skeptical of the possibilities. In concerts, he is assisted by his back dancers and backup singers who are imps. The IMPs are seen cheering as Stolas delightfully claps and Octavia smiles.

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The Reveal

Main Story: One and Two (End) 

One-shots: Confrontation (Virgil) and Comfort 

Summary: Weeks after Virgil's visit to the dark sides and Logan ignoring their summons, Patton and the others finally find a way to get Logan to show up by getting Thomas to summon him and trick Logan into showing up. It doesn't go well. For them. 

Warnings: Questionable Patton, Body Horror (kind of, Logan changes his appearance off-screen), Yelling, and Trickery (Done to Logan). 

Word Count: 4200

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“Are you sure that he wouldn’t show up when you called him?” Thomas asked, feeling way more wary than he really should have about the whole situation. 

Which he shouldn’t have been, given that Logan was one of his sides, he wasn’t a demon or some monster that lurked under his bed. He was a side that had helped him in the past deal with less than pretty things about himself, and yet… he couldn’t help but to hesitate when it came to summoning Logan with the other’s recent… exploits came to light. He felt nervous, nervous in the kind of way that he hadn’t experienced since he had left middle school for high school. 

A soft scoff left Roman as the creative side crossed his arms, “Oh we tried,” He sourly muttered, something akin to a pout forming on his face at the mere thought of trying to summon Logan again. “All we got was this.” 

Stuck between his fingers was a sticky note that could have only been from Remus given the sheer amount of crudeness about it. As in big bold letters, Thomas could see the word ‘FUCK’ with a poorly drawn middle finger sticking up below it. So clearly, none of the dark sides were in agreement with Logan being summoned by anyone of the lights, something which only served to further heighten Thomas’ worry about just how Logan was faring with them. 

He hoped that the logical side hadn’t been hurt or anything. 

Honestly though… 

Thomas didn’t really know what to expect when he called for Logan. Really, he didn’t even know if Logan would even come, especially how many times that Patton and Roman had failed to summon the logical side. Ordinarily, it took nothing at all to make Logan show up, just the slightest mention of a problem and that was all that it usually took to make Logan rise up ready to talk Thomas’ ear off with whatever facts and wisdom that he had to give him. Thomas actually missed that, now that he truly realized how long Logan had been gone from the “light space” of his mind. He missed the random facts that would pop into his head, and make him smile as he rambled off about it to his friends who were always more than eager to hear about them. 

He hadn’t had one of those moments in a very long time, Logan hadn’t made his presence known in a very long time. 

So there was no guarantee that Logan would ever show up for them again, there was no guarantee that he would ever even want to see them ever again. If anything… the whole situation felt completely and utterly useless.

But he at least had to try. 

“Logan,” Thomas nervously began, as he twiddled with the ends of his hoodie strings. “Logan can you come here…” He tried, as a battle of hope and desperation waged itself in his chest, he wanted Logan here… he desperately wanted Logan to be here, right now and right here. “Please?” He added, considering that a little modesty and manners had never hurt someone. 

Again Thomas wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when Logan appeared. Perhaps he expected it to be just like usual. With the logical side wearing his usual polo shirt, tie, and jeans as serious as he always was when it came to these situations. Maybe he’d still have his flashcards that Thomas and the others had been teaching him about but was somehow always just a little outdated. Or maybe he’d be… just happy to see them, and tell them that this was all some kind of mistake and nothing had changed. The last one was a longshot, but honestly… he could only hope that the change hadn’t been too drastic. 

Except…

He wasn’t.

Logan appeared like a spark of fiery life from a struck match ready to set something ablaze, the sheer suddenness of it surprised them all. He hadn’t risen up like Roman or Patton did when they came to help him, prompting a started squeak from Thomas as he physically jolted in his spot his eyes wide and almost horrified as he looked back at Logan. He almost couldn’t help but to stare at his logical side, he knew it was rather rude to but he couldn’t shake the feeling that.. that he didn’t… quite look like himself. In fact… the longer that he looked, the more sure he became of the fact that something was off about the other side. 

Logan was indeed wearing his usual polo shirt, however, unlike how he usually wore it. The collar of the shirt was popped up, and his tie wasn’t even tied properly around his neck. Instead it just casually hung around his shoulders, one of the ends shorter than the other. His hair wasn’t necessarily a mess… but it wasn’t gelled back like it normally was, what with his wild chaotic curls free for everyone to see. Even his posture… the thing that almost always distinguished Logan from the other’s was off. 

He was slouching.

And wearing makeup apparently too.

His popped up collar exposed it all, with the dark purple and blue hues standing out against Logan’s skin, speckling his flesh like the night sky. Just as the smeared blue and purple makeup over his eyes and the curve of his nose did, it.. it looked like the void. It almost made him dizzy to look at it for too long, as his stomach lurched and his body felt as if it were swaying the more he stared at it. Then again... longer that he looked at it.. the more sure he was that it wasn’t just makeup… but that it was actually moving and swirling inside of Logan’s skin, with little specks of deep gold swirling among the deep inky darkness. As if it wasn’t merely painted onto his face… but a deep chasm that Thomas couldn’t even hope to understand. 

“Yes, Thomas?” Logan’s smooth voice interrupted Thomas’ increased speculations and examinations of the changed logical side, directing his attention right back to the here and now. With his arms neatly folded in front of him Logan’s smile was polite as ever, he didn’t seem as if he had changed at all. “You asked for me, I assume that there’s something wrong to discuss? I am all ears.”

A dead silence filled the room, as everyone’s attention turned to Logan and completely froze at the sight of him. There were multiple ways to interpret the looks being shot at him, but Logan kept his gaze firmly fixed on Thomas, as everyone else was mere window dressing.

He ignored them just as they had ignored him.

“Logan,” Thomas felt the relief rush into him like a soothing gulp of water on a blisteringly hot day. “There.. There’s no problem, we were just worried about you is all. They said that you haven’t been showing up when they tried to summon you, so they asked for my help. So…” Thomas couldn’t help but to fumble with both his words and his hands at the almost disappointed look on Logan’s face, that had mixed with the slightest look of anger to create a new expression he had never seen on Logan.  

Logan’s foot tapped rhythmically against the carpeted floor, a feeling of bitter resentment crawling its way up inside of him almost immediately. He had been tricked, he had been tricked into coming here and seeing all of the sides when he instead could have carried out his day with his lovers. He.. he had been so excited for Remus and Deceit to help him with his new look when Thomas would finally call for him, he had been so happy, so… naive to think that the others wouldn’t resort to something like this to try and get him back. It stung, deep inside of him he could feel the lash on his heart festering like an infected wound, the idea that… 

Thomas didn’t really need him to show up at all, and he had just been bending to the others’ concerns and whimsies. 

His teeth clenched, “They should have no reason to attempt and summon me for any reason,” He icily said back, “That is if someone actually explained everything to them and didn’t skimp on any details of what I said.” Logan hissed, turning his fiery narrowed gaze over to Virgil, who both bristled and seemed to shrink back all at once from Logan’s almost hateful gaze. “We are co-workers, unless it is for a problem that you are dealing with Thomas… they do not have access to my leisure time.”

Already Virgil could tell that this was going to end horribly, he could have told right from the second that he had told the others what was happening with Logan, Deceit, and Remus. How the others got worried for Logan, and continued to want to check up on him even though he had made his stance on it very clear. Honestly, Virgil couldn’t help but to think that they… or maybe just one of them was a little too obsessed with bringing Logan back when he didn’t want to. He had agreed, Logan was an adult, and he was his own side. 

So if he wanted to bang the trash man and a villain that looked like he had crawled out of a 60s sitcom… then he was welcome to do so. 

However… not everyone seemed to get that notion.

“Hey!” Patton stomped his foot snapping Logan’s attention from Virgil over to him, “You don’t get to talk about Virgil like that! We were just worried about you, I mean look at you Logan… you don’t look like yourself. I mean look at you!” Patton vaguely gestured to all of Logan, only serving to make the logical side narrow his eyes even more at the moral side. Even if Patton couldn’t see it… Logan looked about two seconds away from going at the other side’s jugular. “You’re scaring all of us right now. I’ve never seen you without your tie on Logan, you’ve never worn paint a day in your life, and your face…” Patton stopped as he rubbed the back of his neck an almost mournful expression on his face as his other hand clenched the fabric of his shirt, right over his heart. “Your face Logie…”

The deep dark crevices in Logan’s face reflecting the starry night cracked. 

“Lisssten,” Logan hissed his nails digging into his palm even after he felt the sharp pain of his nails piercing his flesh. He didn’t care that Virgil had flinched beside him, nor that Roman was openly glaring now. He didn’t care. “You get no say in this, this is my relationship, and my person. Your opinions mean less than nothing to me right now, so Morality?” He asked with an almost sickeningly sweet voice, as Patton’s head ducked up easily mistaking his sweetness for kindness. “Fuck off about my face.”

Right at that moment more than ever, Logan wanted to grip the sides of his face and just pull and pull, until there was nothing but the inky darkness of space and the night left. Was this how Deceit had always felt? With everyone always bringing attention to the scales on his face, with everyone always commenting on slimy and how much of a snake he was any time he showed up to try and help Thomas. A part of him wanted to leave, to go and crawl back to his room and feel Deceit’s fingers run through his hair, and to feel Remus’ lips tickling the back of his neck. 

But seeing Patton shake his head, he knew that it wouldn’t be over that easy. Of course not, it was never easy when it came to convincing Patton of anything. 

“You’re ‘relationship’ clearly isn’t a good one if it’s doing this to you Logan!” Patton barked back, his clenched fists shaking as he hastily blinked away the tears in his eyes. “You are literally dating Deceit and Bad Creativity, you think that doing this doesn’t have some negative consequences for you?! We’re worried about you, you should be too!” 

In an instant, Logan felt something cold descend over his chest as a fire burned in his throat, ready to spit whatever venom he could at Patton and make him thoroughly regret trying to make Logan doubt his partners or think that they would ever hurt him in some way. His knuckles ached and the pads of his hands stung with how much he was clenching his fists, he could already feel blood dripping down the length of one of his fingers and onto the carpet. Looking back at Patton, Logan saw a familiar stubbornness there, it was the kind of stubbornness that had told him years ago that separating two sides of creativity wouldn’t hurt in the long run. It was the kind of stubbornness that said… Patton had put his foot down on the matter and was willingly blinding himself to the truth. 

It didn’t matter what he had to say… right now, Patton was willing to argue and argue to try and pull Logan back into a role that he was ill-suited for now. 

Patton wouldn’t want to listen to him, again. It was no different than usual. 

Just like that, all of the fight that had been burning inside of him, fled his bones in one sweeping sensation. It honestly left him feeling completely and utterly exhausted with all of the sides in front of him. “I’m leaving,” He flatly told the moral side, instinctively curling his arms around himself as if that would hold him together for a little bit longer. “Do not try to summon me again, and do not try to get Thomas to do it again. If you do… and if I suspect that you have… I will send either Remus or Deceit in my place, and see how quickly you try to get rid of them.”            

That was the sad truth of it, wasn’t it? 

They were all so willing to accept that he’d come back from the dark sides, all because they knew him, and because they had known him for years. While at the same time… they refused any chance they had to get to know Deceit and Remus, they refused to care about them and they refused to think that there might just be more to them than their name-sakes. They all knew that he wasn’t just logic… so why couldn’t Deceit be more than Deceit? Or Remus’ “bad creativity” more than that? 

It infuriated him, but right now… he was done talking to brick walls with less brain cells than a dead fish. 

Sinking down, 

“Oh no, you don’t!” Roman who shockingly enough had been completely silent while everyone else had done the talking, jolted forward as soon as Logan had started to sink down. “I’ve waited this long to talk to you! I am not about to wait another four and a half weeks just for you to do your disappearing act again!” The look on his face was unlike anything that the logical side had ever seen before, but even that didn’t distract from the crushing grip on his arm physically manhandling him up so that he couldn’t sink down into the dark mindspace again. There was an equal look of shock on everybody’s face, but none more so than Logan’s as Roman quickly seized Logan’s arms hooking his hands under them before steering the logical side towards the kitchen and away from the other sides.

It had all happened in less than a second, and even so, nobody had any idea on what to say to it.   

“Let me go! Now!” 

Logan snarled at him, his teeth bared like a wild animal’s ready to gnaw off Roman’s arm if it meant his freedom, and all at once Roman couldn’t help but to imagine his brother teaching Logan just how to rip off Roman’s arms and Deceit teaching him just how to strike should any harm come to him from any of them. Just the thought of it made something pang in the creative side’s chest, the mere idea that not only were the dark sides prepared for hurt from him and the others… but Logan as well, someone that he had known for years had thought that any of them could hurt him. As they finally came to a stop, it Roman listened back for the sounds of the living room, it would take quite a lot of shouting for the others to hear them so they had a relatively good amount of privacy to talk to one another. Or… other things if it came down to that, which he dearly hoped that it wouldn’t.

Then again there really was no telling when it came to Logan. 

“Logan,” Roman snapped, grabbing the logical side by the shoulders giving him a firm but gentle shake, swallowing thickly he forced himself to look at the other’s face, at the swirling vortex with twinkling stars right under those blue eyes. He could force himself to look, out of everything… it was the very least that he could do. “How are you? Are you alright?”

There was a beat of silence, and then…

“What?” 

An almost bitter sigh left Roman’s lips as he took in Logan’s utterly bewildered face, as the mask cold calmness came crashing down from the other side. He couldn’t help but to feel guilty at the pure confusion that was written all over the other’s face, as if he had never even imagined that Roman would care for him after he had left… as if the mere idea was purely ludicrous and nothing else. Then again… Roman couldn’t exactly blame him, they didn’t have the best track record when it came to treating dark sides well and so far… at least with Patton and Thomas for the time being… Logan had been no different in their eyes now that he had switched over. 

Nevertheless, he only let out a short puff of air to show his annoyance. “Are you alright?” He asked again, with just as much seriousness that he had asked it before. “Is my brother treating you alright? Is Deceit treating you alright? Is your room settling alright? You weren’t hurt by the change, were you? Are you safe with them? Are they… are they safe with you?” He could have rambled off a thousand other questions to Logan, and he probably would have too.

At least had Logan’s entire body not slumped into his, and curled his arms around Roman’s as if he was clinging onto his lifeline. His shoulder pads becoming wet in mere seconds, as he shakily held the other side in his loose arms. For a solid tense second, Roman had no way to respond, he had no idea what to do, and he had no idea on just how to comfort Logan. Because… out of everyone, he had never seen Logan cry. He knew how to deal with Patton’s tears, and he knew how to deal with Virgil’s anxiety-induced tears when the other side couldn’t breathe through his panic attacks. But this… he had no idea what to do about this. 

There was nothing to stab, and no monster that he could slay to make Logan feel better.

“Logan?” He fearfully whispered, dread now piling on top of dread. “Is something w-”

A choked gleeful laugh bordering on a sob stopped his words dead in their tracks, as Logan’s arms constricted around him tighter holding onto him as tight as he possibly could. Leaning his head back as far as it could go with a weepy logical side attacked to him, a different emotion took ahold of his bones at look written all over Logan’s wet face. 

It was relief. 

“I was so scared!” The words came out of Logan in one big rush, as Roman scarcely settled his hands on his back gingerly rubbing them up and down before Logan had started to talk again. “I was.. I mean I was ready for it... but, I was so scared that you had brought me in here to tell me that you hated me, that couldn’t stand to see my face ever again, or that…” Something dark twisted on Logan’s face for a moment, “That you were going to act like Virgil did when he first found out about Remus, Deceit, and I. That would try to act like you knew what was best for me, or degrade them… as if that would make me love them any less.” For a moment Roman didn't recognize the look that had embedded itself into Logan's entire being, the coiled expression that had tensed his jaw and made his eyes look like that of a hunter. He didn't recognize it... not until it had finally dawned on him just what that emotion was for Logan. 

H was protective, territorial, and just... vigilant to those who he had come to care about. 

A million questions stirred inside of Roman’s mind, but none of them were as important as the state of his friend right here and now. 

In all honesty though… he had tried to be angry. 

He had tried to be angry at Logan for leaving them without so much as a warning for where he was going. He had tried to be angry at Logan, who had made them all believe that he was dead until Virgil had come back with the news that he wasn’t. With secondhand news, that wouldn’t have even been considered willing given how Virgil had gone there uninvited. He had tried so very hard to be angry at his friend for choosing his own brother over him, and someone who they didn’t even have all of the details one. He had tried to be angry at Logan for being selfish enough to go for what he wanted, and to take it all in one fell swoop.

But he couldn’t be angry. 

Only jealous. 

Roman could only hug Logan tighter, as if that would somehow spell out everything that he couldn’t say. “I could never be angry at you Lo, you felt something and you went for it. I’m…” He swallowed, “I’m happy for you, even if the others aren’t just yet. I want you to be happy...”

Pulling back, Logan’s eyes met his. 

“Truly?” 

A sweet borderline sad smile curled onto Roman’s lips at the uncertainty and fear that tinged Logan’s voice, whatever he and the others had done to put it there… he wanted nothing more than to take it away forever. He wanted to make sure that Logan never had a reason to be that sad or scared over someone wishing him the best life he could possibly have, even if it was the last thing he did. He didn’t care how long it took him to do it, he wanted Logan to come to him more, and he wanted to be there when Logan was bursting full of love from his partners. He wasn’t quite sure how he had messed up in the past when it came to his friend… but that was going to change. 

With a solemn but serious nod, Roman clasped the logical side tight so that he didn’t have any reason to doubt him. “Truly.” He said without even the slightest sliver of hesitation, and he meant it. However, glancing back at the way they had come and hearing the hushed muttering voices of Thomas and the others, Roman felt something sour blossoming inside of him. “But I think you should head on back… I don’t think that they’re quite ready to listen today, your… outfit was a bit of shock to them I think.”

Roman couldn’t help but to chuckle at the proud look on Logan’s face.

“Good,” The logical side seemed to preen, as if Roman had just given him the highest praise. The creative side was half tempted to swat the other just from the pure pleasure that he seemed to get from shocking the others right out of their boots, but then again… Roman couldn’t deny that looking back on it, it would be quite a funny story to tell if they ever decided to get along with each other. Something to laugh at, at family gathers if they ever had them again. “I’m just fairly glad that they didn’t ask about the hickeys.” 

Wait.

Wait. 

“Hickeys?!” He sputtered for a second, before internally catching himself. “Logan!” 

And before Roman could even begin to get a solid answer out of Logan, the dark side had already sunk down out of his reach. There was no catching him this time, as he ducked down sinking out twice as quickly. Leaving the creative side to reevaluate not just everything that he knew about Logan… but also the stylistic choices he had made with his new change.

Hickies.

Hickies...   

Roman honestly couldn’t believe it.

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Sanders Sides Fic Rec

As a heads up! It’ll be very obvious that I prefer Virgil angst and so there will be a definite bias. Just a heads up! All of these will be on AO3 because... it’s the best haha! Also, I’ve only just noticed that a lot of these aren’t necessarily shippy but hey ho! Anyway, here we go! 

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What Students Teach- mt_reade, 4,000 words.

Hello! My name is Thomas Sanders, and I just finished my first year as a teacher.

I taught a grade one class this year, at a relatively small school. I’ve known that I wanted to be a teacher since I was young, and babysat for the first time. I just love kids so much, and I remembered how much my teachers had an influence on me growing up. I wanted to be able to do that for others. I’ve known for a long time that teaching is the right job for me.

But, what I didn’t know, is that the teaching goes both ways, and the lessons that my students have taught me this year are more valuable than any of the things that I taught them. I’m writing this now to share with anyone who reads this, just precious few of the things that my students teach me.

(I came across this recently but I just love how simple and sweet this idea is! I love how they characterised all the sides in the perspective of children, especially Remus. I feel like it would be easy to write as absolutely ridiculous but he feels still realistic while still being very much Remus!).

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I'll Stay Awake (cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight) - starlocked, 2,000 words, Anxceitmus

Virgil doesn't get to meet his soulmates each night. No, he has nightmares. His roommate decides to stage an intervention.

(I just love this take on the soulmate idea of meeting up in your dreams. I also like that it was no one’s true fault. It would’ve been easy to say that it was all Deceit’s and Remus’ fault for being terrifying but it’s more nuanced than that! There’s not a lot of shippy-ness but it’s still a soulmate au so there we go!)

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(don’t) take this the wrong way- delimeful, unfinished, 7,000 words.

Local shark mer Roman finds a tiny mermaid tangled up in a net in his territory, and enlists his siren friend Patton's help to find a way to free the little guy. Unfortunately for Logan, they end up 'borrowing' a human to assist them in untangling the net. Virgil just wants to get out of this nightmare of a situation.

(Maybe I’m just a sucker for merpeople aus, but this is such a good story immediately. Instantly engaging and I’m keeping an eye on it for any new updates. I may also just be a sucker for misunderstandings which is the main conflict so far haha!)

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Centaur AU- KieraElieson, unfinished, 10,000 words

Thomas is hired as a centaur groom very abruptly, and is just a little bit lost, but trying his best.

However, when you think of centaurs more as people with animal-like bodies, and everyone else thinks of them as animals with human-like bodies, disagreements are bound to come up.

(So far it’s pretty much setting up the context and characters but it’s done so effectively! The trauma of the characters is handled so well, hinted at and clearly effecting their behaviour, but not so obvious that you immediately know what’s happened to them. Despite being tagged as ambiguous time period, you don’t even really question when the story is set! It quickly grabs your attention and you focus on the story more than any tiny ambiguous details.)

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No Longer Alone- Amydiddle, 3,000 words

Anxiety has been living in the basement of Thomas' mind space for almost two years now. A place were all the host's darkness resides. The small side has learned how to take care of himself and how to avoid the sides whenever he goes upstairs.

Tonight's midnight food run goes a bit differently.

(I am so weak for stories about how all the sides formed and first interacted! I think I just fell in love with this concept! Simple but such an interesting fun read!)

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The Worst Thing in the World- Arwriter, 6,000 words

Everyone knows Virgil needs to be handled a little differently. He might not like it, but that’s the way it is, and living with the light sides won’t change that. After all, it’s common sense.

Right?

(The first part in a slowly expanding series, the entire series is sooo good so if you like this one then definitely continue reading! It’s such a well written look into their lives, how they handle conflicts and grief. I love Virgil angst where the others get a look into his previous life, no matter how small and sad that look is.)

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tales of reverie- cattonsanders, 40,000 words, offscreen Logince. 

Roman loves to read bedtime stories to his kids (even if Virgil says he’s grown out of them), but soon Patton and Virgil discover that the story book their dad has been reading to them is actually a portal to the very kingdom they’ve been told about- not only that, but their dad is the prince!

What else will they find as they venture deeper into this new world they’ve found themselves in, and what other, much darker secrets are being kept from them?

(SUCH A CREATIVE IDEA! I love how the plot always kept me guessing but never in a way that felt cheap or misplaced. Characters were introduced and you were left piecing it all together to figure out if they were trustworthy, which is what the main characters are also doing! Will always recommend)

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Caught Red Handed- Wholesomereader, 20,000 words

Virgil doesn't like his dad, runs away, and 'accidentally' steals from a local bakery.

Then, the owner of said bakery hires him.

He's in so much shit.

(I love how this is paced and written out. There’s a lot of themes and relationships being built but it still feels easy to keep track of everything and nothing feels swept to the side or neglected.)

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Slither Into Your Heart- Jungle321jungle, 6,000 words, unfinished, Anxceit

Deceit didn’t bother to knock as he slammed the door open and glared down to where Remus sat on his bed polishing his morning star. 

“What did you do?” Deceit hissed. 

Remus gave him a large smile as he looked him up or down, “Do you have the snakes just up there or are they down below too?”

If asked by Patton later, Deceit most definitely did not try to strangle the other side in that moment. Not all.

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Also known as:

Deceit is turned into a Gorgon.  And the new annoying little snakes on his head seem to have an annoying obsession with Virgil.

(Amazing idea, amazing writing, sweet scenes and just! It’s just a nice read! I love how they write Deceit to be this cool tough persona but also named all his new snakes!)

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Wings of Anxiety- ShadeCrawler, 7,000 words

Virgil normally kept his wings pressed tight against his back. He never let them out to stretch when he was outside his room. Yes, they got sore after a little while and yes, it rustled his feathers to the point that it took forever to groom them.

But, he couldn’t take them out. He just couldn’t. Dark Sides didn’t have wings. Only Light Sides did.

(Love me some Virgil angst, add in some wings and I’m in! I also love this idea that Virgil was supposed to be a light side all along but circumstances weren’t as fair. Strong self hatred to make a compelling story! Just yes!)

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This isn’t what I wanted, but I’ll take it- Simpleton_Cat, 17,000 words, unfinished.

Thomas didn't think he would ever get pets, much less a cat. But here he was, having four cats, Logan, Patton, Roman, and Remus. And then Remus (God, please exorcise the demon that is most definitely in his cat body) brings home two more and then suddenly he's back at the Vet.

Or in other words: Everyone is a cat and Thomas is their owner.

(Again, such a cool idea! I love how this new context for the characters allow for so many new ideas and characterisations. I love Deceit and Virgil’s relationship and how that has shaped, especially how Deceit’s link to lying is written!)

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Changing Tides- LadyoftheWoods, 6,000 words.

Virgil ends up overboard of his father's boat during a storm, and expects to drown in the sea. Instead he is rescued by merpeople, in more ways than one.

(Virgil angst plus merpeople- well hello! I love the slowly forming family relationship between the characters. I also love how Virgil reacts to finding out merpeople exist, feels genuine but not too drawn out.)

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A Fanciful Dream- AceDetective, 20,000 words, Prinxiety 

Virgil could say with certainty that he was no prince. Found by King Thomas’ chef, lost and with no memory of who he was, Virgil spent his childhood running errands in the halls of the castle. When a young King visits and claims Virgil is his brother, Virgil must determine if this is truth or a young King’s hopeful dream.

(While this is very fast paced, everything feels justified and well explained. The confusion between both Virgil and his brother feels so genuine and well written. The quiet slow reaching out makes sense for the both of them!)

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Ten Things- LostyK, 30,000 words, unfinished, Anxceit, Royality

When Roman Prince learns that Patton Foster isn’t allowed to date until his older brother, Virgil, is, Roman is crushed. Roman’s twin brother Remus, however, comes up with a plan: find someone who is willing to date Virgil.

And who better to ask than Janus Verona, who according to rumours is willing to do anything for the right price?

(This is one where I kept a close eye to see if it updates, while a silly idea, it’s so well  written! I love how Deceit is written as slowly caring and falling in love while still maintaining his persona, just like Virgil! I also love how Virgil is characterised as his usual anxious self but a bit more persona based like before accepting anxiety) 

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You Can Picani Family You Want- DramaticGarbage, 20,000 words, Analogical, Royality.

Emile finds himself in charge of two small boys who need somewhere to go. It’s going to be a learning curve for everyone.

(If you love found family stuff then this is it! It’s a series of oneshots about different parts in their lives but I love the themes and how the characters progress through each moment. It’s so sweet and rewarding. Plus it has big boi Roman which is always a plus!)

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Fatherly Sides- Bright_Sea, 60,000 words, Moceit

There are good and bad days when it comes to being a father. Deceit and Patton learn all about it while raising their four boys.

(Similar to the one above, lots of found family sweet moments all connected by the larger plots and themes. The angst of the larger plot is given the seriousness and gravity that it deserves. I love how trauma is talked about and dealt with in a healthy manner. Everything feels so genuine and realistic!)

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Colors- Badgermole, 49,000 words (21 works), Logicality.

A collection of stories where Logan is a young Virgil's dad. Virgil happens to be autistic and has a fascination with colors. Unless otherwise stated: Virgil is aged around early elementary school age with Roman 2 years older.

(Again, with the sweet family moments with minimal angst! I don’t have autism so I can't say whether it’s realistic or not but it’s very well written and covers a lot of autistic themes and everyday life. Actually, read pretty much everything by badgermole as their writing is so good and they tackle a lot of disabled issues!)

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Powerless- patentpending, 187,000 words, Logicality, Prinxiety.

“People like us,” Logan had once remarked to Virgil. “Are statistical anomalies.”

(Almost)  Everyone in the world has powers.  As for those who don’t, well, they’re such a small part of the population - only 0.04% - why would anyone care about them?

Ever since he realized what people mean when they call him Powerless, Virgil Sanders has tried to fight back against the system that oppresses people like him, Patton, and Logan.  When Patton’s bakery is targeted in a hate crime, he finally snaps.  With the help of a mysterious sponsor, Virgil becomes a villain, ready to remake a broken society.  The only thing standing in his way is the world’s most Powerful (and infuriatingly charming) superhero: The Prince, who is hiding the fact that his gilded life isn’t as perfect as it may seem.

(So well written! While fast paced, everything feels so well balanced. Main characters and their plots balanced with new OCs that don’t feel too much and justified in being there. The plot kept me guessing while still feeling justified and interesting.)

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Grounded- InstantFire, 18,000 words

No matter your age, punishments are no fun. Despite being no fun, would you be willing to do anything to avoid said punishment?

(I don't know what it is about this piece but it's just sooo good! I’ve reread it so many times, it just won’t leave my mind! I love how it’s carefully written where we don’t quite exactly know what the misunderstanding is until it’s stated out loud for all the characters. Maybe I just have a weakness for Virgil angst and misunderstandings but so worth a read!)

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Snow Day- RandomSlasher, 8,000 words

Every year, the sides go to Roman’s realm and spend a few days enjoying the snow. Well…most of the sides. Set pre-Accepting Anxiety.

(SOOOO GOOD! The found family is so well written. Actually, while this is the only mention of Random Slasher because I don’t want this to be too long, read everything and anything by Random Slasher. So well written with some amazing ideas.)

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Looking for the Light- OreoButter, 30,000 words

Remus, Deceit and Virgil Dark are Brothers. They had an awful home and now are in the foster system. After being passed from family to family they finally end up with Thomas. Remus is gross, Deceit is a compulsive lier and Virgil has crippling anxiety. Virgil will do anything to protect his brothers, at any cost. The family of three will have to face trial and the truth as they search for the light.

(I absolutely love found family if you couldn’t guess already! But I love how they wrote the sibling relationship between the dark sides, feels so genuine and justified. There is shipping but it feels more like a side plot so!)

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Sightless- riverblujay, 9,000 words

Virgil is blind. It's not a big deal though, right? But he hides it, because if the other sides knew they would push him away again. And besides, he's pretty good at faking being sighted...

And the other sides are also more observant than he realizes.

(Again, this is another fic that I keep returning to! Also, I’m not blind or have any partial sight so I can't so whether this is realistic but the conflict and comfort feels so genuine and justified.)

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The Black Hole Group Chat- Greenninjagal, 26,000 words, LAMP.

Cat_feelings: [I just have a lot of feelings for you Logan]

Anxi_Tea: [platonic?]

Cat_feelings: [does it matter?]

Anxi_Tea: [you’ve known him for twenty five minutes.]

*** aka a text fic where Logan texts the wrong number and everything goes downhill from there.

(I know text fics can be a little hit or miss but the chemistry feels so real and fun. The characters are still very much themselves, a lot of text fics can feel out of character. I also adore the fact that Virgil is mute so the fic has a reason for why the group chat is used despite them all meeting in person. So good, will always recommend!)

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April Fool’s- feduphufflepuff, 5,000 words

This is Virgil's first April Fool's Day with the FamILY, and he has no idea what to expect.

(Love me some Virgil angst and misunderstandings so here ya go! The found family vibes and the comfort and just ah! So good, just go read!)

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The orange sides’ name (theory)

(Spoilers for all Sanders Sides episodes so far)

Alrighty :) With the recent Sanders Sides episode, we’re, to my feeling, about one episode away from the mysterious orange side :)

While I’m the most on board with the theory that it’s going to be Rage - maybe even due to repressed conflicts between the sides which he would like to resolve before committing to a relationship, I’d like to take a hot shot at this last sides’ name in this theory.

(I will also occasionally drift into why I believe he’s going to be this kind of emotions - excessively, for which I’m sorry XD)

Anyway - my money is on “Daemon”.

Enjoy :)

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1. The word Daemon - in it’s original form(s) - only referred to a deity, a spirit, or a being between divine and human. It could also refer to the conscience - which is another possible identity of the orange side, but let’s stick with rage for now.

Basically, the word doesn’t mean “evil” (and we all know even most stories revolving around christian demons question if they are) - and it would make sense that, much like to Remus, there’s much more to understand and learn about feelings of anger when you think about it. Especially in reference to Thomas upbringing (rather how society often deals/doesn’t properly deal with them in a healthy way yet).

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2. Virgils name is derived from The Divine Comedy, where Virgil, the writer, guides Dante, the author, through, a.O. through the seven circles of hell - ending on the devil, the first demon.

This idea both builds onto the fact that Rage is the last (and possibly most dangerous) main side we’ll meet... and also assumes that him and Virgil have a history

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3. ... which I’m convinced of! (don’t worry, I think they actually used to be a harmonic and pretty effective team (more info in the thoughts section)

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4. The name ending on on would complete the rhyming of the current names we have:

Logan - Roman

Janus - Remus

Patton - Daemon

Furthermore, if you mix them with their opposite aspects, it’s a perfect pattern of the name endings!

Janus - Patton

Roman - Remus

Logan - Daemon

It even works when you use a pattern in which one side always has another ending to their name than the others

Logan - Roman - Patton

Daemon - Remus - Janus

And Virgil as the purple, being on a neutral side

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5. In the recent episode, Thomas is being interrupted by a dog, barking next door ... but what if the dog relates to something else?

Crazy thought, but since Roman can conjure dogs (and cats can exist in the mindspace too, as we’ve heard) - could it be that Rage has one? A barking dog is often associated with feelings of anger...

Where am I going with this? When Virgil hears the dog bark, he says “Ah, demon!” which is funny at first, but ... what if he refers to the orange side/his dog?

It would make sense for Virgil to call him by his shunned name, as he views him as a problem he must fight, and his reaction could then be interpreted as him worrying that he’ll get too close to the actual mindspace which, as we know from the theories, he seems to be doing ...

Having a dog around for an entire episode is, of course, not doable - maybe he only shows up when Thomas/Daemon are getting obsessively angry over something?

Or, mad hatter moment - what if Daemon is just the name of Rage’s dog? The theory still works XD

Besides, we know that calling the sides by what they represent can summon them, but from what we’ve seen, their actual names don’t seem to have any effect ... and, like I said, his actual name would be Daemon, not Demon (sounds like a running gag of everyone pronouncing it wrong in the beginning).

Edit 2:

In Greek mythology, there is actually a deity called “Deimos”, who is a son of Ares and stands for dread in war.

In Astrology, the two moons of Mars are named after him and his brother, “Phobos”, who symbolizes fear.

If he’s some kind of counterpart or emotion stronger/more feared than Anxiety, some kind of higher level of negative emotion, I think this would work

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Thoughts on the side in general

First of all, emotions relating to anxiety and anger are often experienced during puberty, and we know that, to Thomas, this was a time in which Virgil/Anxiety/Paranoia was very powerfull ... but anger is more likely to have actively gotten Thomas into trouble in the past, which would fuel anxious feelings and self-loathing, and lead to trying to avoid it at all costs (which is also what people are expected to do while growing up).

You could see these two aspects as a sort of circle for some situations - anxious feelings eventually lead to rage as follows, for example:

(have to dive into theorizing about the side itself now)

Virgil becomes distraught by something, Daemon jumps in/steps up to both help him and Thomas to try and work on/fight off whatever is causing it - if unsucessfull or ulitmately unjustified, he crumbles and leaves the two, once again, with nothing but anxious feelings... anger at one self included. Anxiety is, of course, still keeping in mind what is wrong, until rage can rise again and either repeat trying to solve the situation or drop the matter).

Following this thought, if Daemon won situations, that would fuel Thomas’ ego, aka Roman ...

I believe Daemon and Virgil worked together, most likely as friends, to fight problems, but realized one day that it wasn’t a permanent solution for Thomas’ well-being or his surround to get worked up so often. Rage can give you a feeling of power, of being able to fight back - but it’s an exhausting feeling and comes with a lot of consequences usually, and I believe that, as Thomas grew older, Virgil decided that, both for social stuff and his head, it was better to change the course - also as anger was less accepted in young adults than teenagers and would always make relationships more difficult.

Being afraid that people, in your closest surround too, are waiting for you to make a mistake, is an aspect of paranoia (know this one myself very well, unfortunately) and most likely supported this decision greatly ...

... so him and Thomas shunned Rage to the back of his head. Maybe Daemon even agreed initially that this was for the best, perhaps even supported by Logan and Patton - it is a vital part of growing up to adapt a peace- and solution orientated mindset, after all.

All of this summed up kind of works with stories about accepting power from a demon and the consequences it would have, and how to get rid of it to be “good” again...

But trying to abandon anger altogether isn’t possible for most people. Humans will get upset about something eventually, for all kinds of biological, mental and circumstancial reasons - and Thomas and his sides do, frequently. Especially Logan gets frustrated, as the brain does, of course, it’s a natural thing.

Him and Patton, as Morality and the Heart, could even be the key to solving this situation. Learning to understand and process rage and how to accept and treat feelings relating to it, both logically and emotionally, would be an interesting topic for an episode - and a great moment of teamwork between the two :)

6. Plus, I get a feeling thad Deceit/Janus played a role in all of this ... rage can fuel deceiful behaviour (for example when one feels treated unjustly), which could be precisely why Virgil acts so hostile towards him in particular... it’s not just his usual intentions, it’s the chance that he may get his way with the help of Daemon, which would leave both of them undefeated constantly. And furthermore - a bit of jealously may be involved too? In my mind, though he sticks to his decision, he may miss Daemon and how he protected him.

This could also explain why he reacted so vastly different to Remus - intrusive thoughts usually are fuelled by fear, not anger. Angry thoughts have a different effect on a person, and usually involve more control by the mind ... more logic (when it comes to structuring them).

Anyway, that’s all I got for now, but what do you think? Is this far-fetched?

Thank you very much for reading :)

Edit: Going over this post again, I feel like I made it sound like feelings of anger are rarely good or serve a purpose - which couldn’t be further from the truth, and I’m sorry I made it sound that way.

Anger and rage, much like Anxiety, point towards something being extremely wrong in one’s life - sometimes it’s obvious, sometimes it needs to be researched and traced back to a different cause than assumed.

To process and research these emotions is important - and so are they themselves! Sanders Sides would probably explain this in detail, but simply said: If humans weren’t able to get angry, nothing would change. Neither in their inner or outer life.

I think that’s what the sides, most prominently Virgil, will have to accept. Feelings of anger are the loudest emotional sign that something needs to change, and though sometimes it’s very scary and perhaps even risky to give in to them, or to admit to yourself that you’re angry, even just a little - under the right circumstances, they may just what it takes to make a change, for more people even ... - or, facing smaller issues, if let out during sports etc. , releasing them may give you a better view of what you need.

I hope the next episode will be this :D give us Sanders Anger Management XDD

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Selling a Soulmate

Completely Inspired by this post from @writing-prompt-s and @chaos-by-all-means

Pattons sells Virgil’s soul to a demon, that demon and their soulmate are extremely angry when they don’t find Patton while following the soul connection. Virgil just got 2 new demonic soulmates of Deceit and Remus

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Patton thought it was all for the best, after all Virgil constantly made jokes about wanting to die, or just going to hell for more continuous torture as if that’s all he had in life. They’d been soulmates for years and he still couldn’t get Virgil to stop.

So he was selling a soul to a demon, for the chance to look after his family and friends, to actually be the perfect dad friend to them all and make them feel better, face the struggles of the world down and keep standing too. If that meant Virgil actually would be destined for hell now, well those jokes always did seem to serious to Patton.

Deceit and Remus had always known that soulmates had some ownership over each others souls, and could in fact bargain each others souls when making deals. No demon had ever heard of that actually happening.

Then they followed the soul link that came from Deceit’s deal with the human Patton to find someone neither had seen ever before.

“You’re definitely Patton.” Deceit was glaring between the strand of connection and the man, curled on his bed in a hoodie and clutching a letter.

“Apparently so, given his letter is only saying that all those jokes I make about going to hell can come true as I wished. Who the fuck actually wishes something like that and what the hell does he mean? If it’s a break up letter then that’s one hell of away to tell your fucking soulmate they’re dumped.” The man barely even looks up, tears brimming even as he glares at the page.

“Soulmates? I mean I do some twisted things with the souls I get from deals but that’s dark.” Remus comments quietly, knowing his pairing with Deceit is unusual since most demons ignore any compulsions to their soulmates and that he technically shouldn’t even be there.

Deceit just moves closer to the bed. “What’s your name, Patton’s soulmate?”

“If he didn’t tell you when he invited you in that’s even more stupid. I’m Virgil but whatever.” Virgil does glance up at the two people, barely taking any of their appearance in before turning to grab a robot plush toy. “Logan always used to warn that Patton only understood his brand of puns and would take my dark jokes too seriously after a while. Who are you?”

Deceit turns to share a heavy look with Remus, deciding if the words they want to say will be echoed but Remus is already moving to take the letter from Virgil’s hands.

“We’re your new soulmates, Remus and Deceit. Not sure what nonsense Patton’s been writing but it’s this weird rare quirk thing that can happen.” The explanation makes no sense, a lot of the things Remus starts without thinking through don’t really, but at least this time he’s on the same page as Deceit.

“In a manner of speaking at least, we are indeed your new soulmates. I was hoping to be able to take you out this evening, but if you need time to process what ever Patton wrote to you we understand.” Deceit’s words are smooth, offering but not demanding and they’re only hoping the rage that’s going through them isn’t showing in their eyes.

Virgil had looked to Deceit as Remus moved and while part of him wanted to believe them and relax, he could see fury waiting to burst out of Remus, especially as he read the letter, and there were small echoes of anger in the one called Deceit too. “You wouldn’t be angry if some weird quirk had given you a new soulmate. Why should I trust you when I can still only feel the connection to Patton?”

The mention of his anger is enough to set Remus off, unleashing a hundred attacks to the walls, windows and door to the room, form shifting as his fury is too much to remain consistently human now it’s being released. Deceit had made to intervene then, but all they could do was stay on the bed and keep Virgil there too.

Virgil is shying away from them both at the change, recognising Remus as so many creatures he’d read conspiracies about over the years, and wishing he’d never spoken. He doesn’t feel at threat, but he feels terrified.

Four hours ago he had woken up to Patton’s clothes emptied from the cupboards and a letter that left him feeling like the world was ending, like the anxiety Patton had insisted countless times wouldn’t change his love had driven his soulmate away finally. He’d felt confused and heartbroken.

Half an hour ago Patton had called him, laughing and making puns all around wishes coming true. Virgil hadn’t understood why or how someone could call his self-deprecating jokes wishes anymore then than he had while reading the letter, but knew Logan had said something about it before. The mention that Virgil should expect a guest had only confused him more.

Now there were two beings, basically strangers, trying to claim they were his new soulmates and destroying the room. Nothing felt safe and everything seemed likely to kill him or suck out his soul and leave his body just a husk. He wanted to fight and scream but couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, could barely think as one stranger tried to shield him on the bed while the other raged.

A whimper breaking through Virgil’s lips finally calmed the storm. Remus flipping on a dime, from raging to comforting, but keeping his distance now. “Darling, if you’ll have us, we will be your new soulmates, far better than Patton ever was.”

“But you’re demons.” Virgil can only assume both of them are demons, despite Deceit still looking completely human. Why else would they be talking for each other?

Deceit just nods, wanting to twist words but knowing that blunt honesty would help them more in this moment. “And I had your soul sold to me. Technically, if I wanted I could easily make it truth when Remus says you’re now our soulmate, and given that I cannot believe even the most selfish person would do what Patton has done, I’m sorely tempted to.”

“That’s what he meant by my jokes about going to hell being wishes that come true?” More tears and pain hit Virgil then as he realises that not only had Patton broken up with him, he’d literally sold him, and whatever was brought couldn’t be equal to what Virgil had thought they had.

The creature, whatever he was now was leaning over to Virgil, a limb he didn’t want to identify wiping the tears away before they fell. “Let us court you Sweet thing. We’ll be your soulmates now.”

Virgil’s life and his room were suddenly in shambles where the day before he’d thought things could be improving. He’d been abandoned and learnt that abandonment included getting sold. He’d already spent the day crying but here were two beings, two demons who while they definitely had violent reactions showed no chance of them being directed at him. 

Nothing seemed real and everything seemed doomed and Virgil could almost hear Logan telling him not to make life changing decisions when emotionally compromised but his friend wasn’t there then. His friend had been unable to comfort him when Virgil had called up to ask for help after first reading the letter.

Looking at Deceit,still kneeling on the bed and looking at Remus, slowly regaining a more humanoid form, Virgil nodded. “Okay, yes, if - if that’s - if you actually mean it when you say you want me as a soulmate despite being such a fuck up even Patton couldn’t stay with me, you can do that, just let me keep Logan, let me keep whatever friends won’t expect me to be around someone who sold me.”

“Come here, Raindrop. I’ll make you ours now.” Deceit just nods, gathering Virgil into their arms while bringing their powers to the surface. Changing the binds of soulmates could be difficult, but Virgil’s was already weakened, first by Patton using it to sell a soul that wasn’t his and now by Virgil’s own honest agreement. Their eyes beaming golden yellow and the scales shining through their form were all the outward signs that anything changed, but Virgil gasping as the connection changed from one of a brought soul to a soulmate was warming.

Deceit has accepted a deal for ‘a soul’ precisely once, and he got a new soulmate from it. Ever since then Remus and they have been precise in wording every deal for the persons specific soul. If someone wants to sell their soulmate then they’ll have to find a different demon.

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Forgotten Light Ch. 2: The House that Thomas Built

Summary: The heroes get some information from an unlikely source.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Spade’s projection made an eerie, glitchy chuckle. “And Ranboo and Bing call me overly paranoid.”

“Is this a projection or some remnant of this psychopath,” Nate demanded. “What else did this asshole leave in our base?”

“I’ll be brief, while you are no doubt demanding questions of me,” Spade began talking, his form occasionally glitching. “Around our fifth reset, everything went so poorly that it compelled me to start making some precautions. One of them was to ensure you idiots keep your hands off of Thomas.”

“Thomas is fucking dead!” Joan told the projection. “When are people going to listen to the fact that my friend is fucking dead?”

Spade glitched, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Give me a moment, I had to make a whole program to respond to your rather inane questions. How I ever did this before is beyond me. Anyway, ask your question again if you would?”

“I didn’t ask you a question,” Joan spat. “I’m asking for some decorum for the dead, you shitbag.”

The hologram glitched. “Oh, Joan, if I’d registered you were here before, I would have been gentler.”

“What do you want?” Joan demanded.

“To stop all of you from doing something idiotic. These spells can only be undone by myself,” Spade gestured to himself with a smug smile. “Or at least your out of date version of myself.”

“So that’s why you took the camera, Logan told me that Deceit hadn’t been the one to give it to us,” Nate spat.

“My conclusion for our failures to save people is because of your ineptitude and recklessness.” The hologram’s expression crashed into a frown. “My Thomas was corrupted by the deaths of three of the Sides, I wouldn’t have killed Orange if I’d known it had such an adverse effect on him. If you are even hearing this message, I can only assume we were successful in saving Roman and Virgil. A cause to be celebrated.”

“You killed Orange?” Joan balked in horror.

“He made a couple crass remarks about Roman and Virgil, while I was still metaphorically raw, one too many times and I was already in a foul mood, so I beat him to death and absorbed his aura.” The hologram had a dark look in his eyes, his tone chillingly calm.

The atmosphere went terrifyingly quiet.

After some pause, something in the hologram’s programming was directed to say something. “Thomas is not violent, despite what the situation at hand would lead you all to believe,” Spade tried to convince. “I am more than capable of dissecting flesh from bone. Roman’s and the Duke’s weapons can kill with ease. But Thomas has been trapped for years, the camera has kept him asleep for years. I believe that is worth mentioning.”

With that the projection disappeared and the nanites that were in the camera swirled into a small cube that Jackie immediately picked up and raced over to Bing who accepted it immediately.

Jackie was back as the heroes were discussing the situation, Joan picking up the camera and looking at it.

“Trusting a demon who murdered a hundred people is a shit idea,” King shouted.

“The guy could have left an explosive charge and he didn’t,” Mare reminded, walking over to get a good look at the camera. “Pixels here didn’t even try to hurt us.”

“Yeah but a demon not trying to kill us at this second doesn’t mean that it’s lying,” King reminded.

“This doesn’t change the fact that we need Logan, but they won’t be back until Sunday,” Joan cut into the argument as they studied the camera. “There’s nothing we can do about it right now.”

King let out a frustrated groan, “You do realize that if this thing gets out it will kill the Sides as we know them. For all we know, the only reason future Logan was probably able to think for himself was because there were already so many of the Sides dead and something else probably happened to the legate. There’s a lot we’ll never get to learn about the guy because of bullshit time travel.”

“I’m not saying we shouldn’t drop kick this thing into the closest ocean,” Joan shot back, holding the camera to their chest as if they were trying to protect it. “I’m just saying we should wait until the Sides get here to decide.”

Looking away, King was quiet as the heroes put it to a bit of a vote. They all decided to wait, mostly because Joan refused to hand over the camera until they decided to wait. Nate put it back into holding and Jackie went to discreetly check on the Sides in his normal clothes. They seemed fine and greeted Jackie warmly.

Everything was fine, and if they suspected something was wrong, then they never even hinted that there was anything off.

So the heroes waited until the Sides came back from their vacation. As they suspected, Logan knew someone had been in their home the instant he was through the door. When they rushed over to the base, there was white-hot anger in his eyes.

“I think it’s time we had that talk,” Nate told Logan.

Logan stiffened before he started stomping over to King. “Get your hands off of that.”

The logical Side slammed into a barrier as Virgil nervously took a step back and his back collided with a magical barrier that had triggered when they all passed through it.

The anxious Side let out a sharp gasp that immediately drew his three teammates’ attention. Only when Logan was sure that Virgil wasn’t being harmed, did his head sharply whip back to the other heroes.

“What is the meaning of this?” Logan demanded. “Did you all go through our house without permission?”

“Depends,” King’s fingers drummed on the camera and Logan seemed to become angrier. “If we’re talking to Logic, Morality, Anxiety, and Princey then it was for your own good. If not, this conversation is going to turn real nasty, really fast.”

“Worry not,” Roman smiled as he pushed himself in front of Logan. “None of us are that dastardly neerdowell, Deceit.”

“Oh, trust us,” Jackie scoffed. “We’d be havin’ a much different conversation if he was here. Might e’en get better answers, ‘cause yeh all sure as shite ain’t givin’ us any.”[1]

Logan pulled Roman back and the creative Side glared at him and yanked his arm away. “There appears to be some kind of misunderstanding, dispel the barriers and hand over the camera and we can talk.”

“You do know the archives and storerooms have cameras, right?” Nate reminded Logan. “We know you have long conversations with him, so start telling us what you’ve been talking about.”

“What are you talking about?” Logan glared at them.

“Is his name still Thomas or is he telling you to call him something else?” Nate demanded.

“Thomas is dead,” Logan’s tone was especially snappish. “If I could have been in communication with him I would have been years ago.”

“But yeh have been, yeh make yer way inta the storage room an’ yeh talk ta this thin’ but whene’er we try an’ get the audio it’s just a garbled mess,”[2] Jackie accused. “So either yeh tell us, or we’re gonna have ta force a conversation.”[3]

“I have not been talking with that thing, it is an inanimate object not worth talking to,” Logan denied.

“You do,” Virgil informed.

“You kinda do, Lolo,” Patton told him.

“It is a touch unsettling, but I always rehearse lines in the mirror and I hear nerds talk to a rubber duck, so who am I to judge?” Roman shrugged.

“No, I do not talk with some useless object, my coding duck is a completely different matter,” Logan defended, as Joan was loading up something on a PAD. It was a time lapse of Logan casually sitting in the storage room, his mouth moving but the audio coming out a garbled mess.

Logan felt an uncomfortable weight settle in his stomach, “I have no memory of this.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” King scoffed. “It also explains why you don’t have any aura. All the other Sides have aura but you never had any to spare.”

Logan stared at the camera and hazy memories of feeling something in him getting drained away and nothing but empty silence in his head. “I . . . I . . . What is that thing?”

“It’s a very dangerous demon, and when Thomas was spilt he did so incorrectly,” King explained. “And voila, you became his Sides. If this demon gets out or wakes back up it will turn you all into his proper thralls. A legate’s thralls only exist to bring their legate aura and mindlessly serve it.”

“And it’s trapped in that thing?” Virgil asked nervously. “No wonder Dee hated it. How do we keep it from getting out?”

Logan was quiet, just staring at the camera.

“If it is a foe to be vanquished I won’t go down without a fight,” Roman declared, drawing his sword.

“Maybe we could just talk to this legate?” Patton suggested. “We could try it.”

“What part of: if it gets out, you’ll become mindless thralls, didn’t you understand?” King demanded.

“Is it conscious?” Logan asked, silence crashing around the room. “Because if what’s in there is awake, I will rip that camera apart with my bare hands.”

“You’ll free it,” Nate reminded.

“I don’t care,” Logan decided. “Not too long ago I was in the same position. I was trapped in that drive for only eighteen hours, and I was made to suffer in my inability to move and speak. I would not wish such a fate even upon my worst enemies.”

“He’s gonna[4] get out eventually and then he’ll just be more pissed,” Virgil agreed, more than a bit of fear in his voice.

King groaned, “Yeah, you two have a point.”

“We should make a barrier, break the camera and if he attacks, we fight back,” Silver suggested.

“I think instead of the weapons and the magic,” Joan cut in, “the first thing he sees should be me.”

“An unacceptable risk,” Logan told Joan. “If this demon is even a fraction as dangerous as you all insist, you cannot be allowed near it.”

That got Joan a little upset, that Logan was so dismissive about something that was still a part of his old friend. “No, I don’t care. The others aren’t here, and I was one of the last things Thomas saw before he died. If there’s a chance he’s still in there, I want to try it.”

“We’ll be here to move in if he even tries to strike at him,” Silver promised. “Powerful or not, we outnumber him.”

“Fine,” Logan barked dismissively. “Since I’ve unwittingly had the most interaction with him, I should be their bench test for how this demon will react to the other Sides. If it proves to be non-violent or will not consume me, it will be safe to let the other near as well.”

“No!” Virgil shouted in blatant fear.

“Absolutely not,” Roman balked. “What if he hurts you.”

“I would rather him hurt me than you,” Logan decided.

Patton had a determined frown on his face.

“You think you throwing yourself into harm’s way makes it any better?” Roman spat, pointing at Logan. “I am capable of defending myself.”

“I will not watch you die again!” Logan shouted, his glasses glitching for a second and Roman flinched, fear flashing in Roman’s eyes. “You and Virgil are to be protected at all costs, whether than threat comes from hunters, demons, or anything else.”

“Lo,” Roman said, his face a mix of terror and shock. Virgil ducking behind Patton.

“The first thing he put in my head,” Logan clutched at his temples, “was the sight of your dead body, of your lifeless eyes. It is a sight I never wish to see again. Not your death, not Virgil’s, not Patton’s. It would be my undoing. I—”

Patton cut Logan off by hitting him with a hug and held him in a vice grip. “Lo we’re here together and we just wanna[5] help you.”

That finally stopped Logan’s screaming tirade. The warm, physical reminder that someone he loved was still here. Logan’s eyes turned back to normal and Patton held Logan to him. “Hey, come on big guy. We’re all still here and we’ll do this together.”

Logan, stubborn to the end, commented, “This individual has been feeding off of me for years, if I have not been taken as a thrall yet, there is the possibility that it will recognize me and I can convince it not to harm anyone. Will you give me a chance to reason with it?”

“No risks, you wait for Joan, and you run before it can hurt you,” Roman ordered.

“There are too many variables to—” Logan began to refuse.

“The only variable that we care about right now is your safety,” Roman told Logan. “Maybe you trust us for once, yeah?”

Logan looked conflicted, turning away.

Taking his hands, Roman tried to position his head so that he could look Logan in the eyes. “We’re a team, we do things together.”

Finally Logan let out a reluctant, quiet exhale, and closed his eyes. Then he gave a shallow nod.

Patton hugged Logan tighter. “We wait for Joan and the others, and when it’s safe, we all go out together.”

Then we’ll all die together. Logan thought morosely, but he didn’t say anything. His attention instead turned to Virgil who was not doing well with the situation. Between the undercurrent of fear in the room, it was having an adverse effect on his own crumbling mental state.

He was crying, and shaking, little anxious noises coming from him. To try and offer what comfort he could, Logan let go of Roman and gently pulled Virgil towards him.

Immediately Virgil bows his head forward to hide it in Logan’s chest.

Logan leaned forward and kissed the top of Virgil’s forehead. “My darling nightshade, I would let nothing set their finger on you if I were capable.”

Virgil’s stressed shaking began to get worse and he tried to press his head further into Logan’s chest. Logan’s free hand rubbed comforting circles into Virgil’s back as he tried to be as soothing as the situation would allow.

When Virgil stopped shaking as much, Logan could stand to take his attention off of Virgil.

Jack walked over. “Maybe yeh four shouldn’t be in the room when we pop the seal, we get some ‘a yer aura Logan, an’ we can try ta keep yeh guys safe.”[6]

Logan nodded and the other three Sides let him pull away long enough for King and Nate to use his aura to undo all the enchantments Spade had placed on it. Leaving the camera, at last, defenseless. The Sides were allowed to pass through the barrier.

Roman and Patton pulled Logan back into their group as they walked down the hall, turning out of sight.

It left the other heroes to get ready in the somber mood. Joan was finally left alone with the camera and the spell to crack open the camera. Everyone else who wasn’t Joan or a side was behind a protective barrier that Nate and Mare enchanting to keep them invisible until they needed to defend Joan or the Sides.

Nate stepped out to double check the barrier before walking over to Joan. With a heavy sigh he looked down the hallways, “Ready?”

Joan nodded, Nate catching the movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Alright,” Nate took a deep breath as he readied his magic. “3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Behind the wall!”

Nate pulled and severed the line as Joan took the camera and it shook before it began to glow. Then the camera cracked and a soft white light came from the old device as a person dropped out of the light.

Joan immediately recognized Thomas’s face and they tried to listen for any signs of life. “Thomas” was deathly quiet and still eyes closed before his eyelids twitched and he groaned.

“Thomas?” Joan urged gently, keeping out of direct arm’s reach but moving closer. “Are you okay buddy?”

Thomas blinked open his eyes and began to weakly pick himself up, looking up at his old friend, “Joan?”

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Accessibility Translations:

1. We’d be having a much different conversation if he was here. Might even get better answers, because you all sure as shit aren’t giving us any.

2. But you have been, you make your way into the storage room and you talk to this thing but whenever we try and get the audio it’s just a garbled mess

3. So either you tell us, or we’re going to have to force a conversation.

4. going to

5. wanna

6. Maybe you four shouldn’t be in the room when we pop the seal, we get some of your aura Logan, and we can try to keep you guys safe.

[fieryfantasybooklover]

My Heart Incarnate - A Sanders Sides fic

Ships: Prinxiety, Demus, Logicality

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Thomas was in love. Deeply, happily, in love. And the best part of it? It was reciprocated. Thomas had been gushing for months about the dark-haired boy he had met on a plane. They had exchanged numbers after sitting next to each other on said plane, and that’s all it took. Thomas was smitten after one date, and here they were still going strong. The man’s name was Chris, and he was smart, witty, kind, and best of all, in love with Thomas. Chris was even supposed to be moving in soon. This complete, utter love had massively positive benefits for all the sides, though it sent the right brain sides into a total tailspin.

This, of course, led each right brain to shower their boyfriends in utter affection, whether or not they were ready for it. Logan could barely get work done, because Patton was cuddling him 24/7 and Logan didn’t have the heart to push Patton away. Especially when the moral side was showering him in compliments and things like “Oh Lo-Lo you’re so amazing!”, “You’re so smart and capable and everythingggg.”, and “I love you so muchhh.” Oblivious or uncaring to Logan’s scarlet face and shifting into the human form of a microsoft error sound, Patton continued to shovel love at Logan.

Roman was, if possible, was even worse. He serenaded Virgil whenever he entered the room, covered the anxious side’s room in roses, and was constantly giving Virgil gifts of chocolates, fancy clothes, and yet more flowers. Virgil had taken to living in his hoodie and a permanent state of being flustered. Though he would deny it, Virgil was a sucker for shows of affection, so he didn’t once tell Roman to stop, even though Logan and Janus teased him mercilessly about it. But when Roman was declaring his undying love for Virgil with gifts and statements like “I will love my dark god and my prince forever! He deserves everything the world has to offer!”, Virgil chose blushing in silence over yelling at his friends.

Finally, there was Remus. Already eccentric, Thomas’s love-filled state of mind didn’t help anything. Remus pulled Janus into dancing whenever he saw him, Janus having neither the willpower nor want to stop him. Remus was restrictive with his real, true affection, so Janus didn’t mind. What he did mind however were pranks that Remus thought were romantic but were truly annoying. Overall, Thomas was smitten in love, the left-brain sides were flustered messes on the receiving end of love, and the right-brain sides were feeling the effects of Thomas’s love and were slowly losing their minds to love, orbiting their boyfriend’s like the planets orbit the sun.

The closer Chris got to moving in, the more crazy and lovestruck Roman, Patton, and Remus got and the more acts of affection they showed. It was the most intense the week before Thomas’s boyfriend moved in, reaching near unattainable heights the night before moving day. Logan, Virgil, and Janus were definitely not ready or prepared for what was about to happen.

“Here you go!” Logan said while handing Virgil and Janus plates heaped with breakfast food. Today was the day that Chris was moving in. “Eat it up and enjoy it. I get the feeling us three are going to need our energy today. As if on cue, massive noise began rattling through the mindscape, showing no signs of stopping. “Ah yes. That would be it.” Janus said in response to the signs. “Oh hell no. Can I please go and hide in my room?”

“Prepare yourself Virgil. I don’t think retreating to your room is going to stop Roman.” Janus replied, casting a glance toward the side currently to hide his entire body in his hoodie. “Don’t think you’re safe Logan! I’m willing to bet that Patton is going to be the worst of them all!” Virgil hissed. Logan didn’t reply or turn around from preparing more coffee, but both Virgil and Janus could see that he was brilliantly red. It didn’t take long for the other three sides to burst into the room, laden with gifts, chocolates, and a myriad of other things.

Patton wasted no time tackling Logan to the ground, covering him in kisses and spewing happiness and love. Logan, brilliantly red with his hair messed all over his face, managed a muttered “Yeah, I love you too Pat.” Patton, squealing incredibly loudly, pulled Logan up and onto the couch. Logan struggled futily to escape, but Patton was having none of it. “Uh uh Lo. You’re going to stay right here where I can love you forever.” Logan, close to the point of steam whistling out of his ears, surrendered and let Patton cuddle him. Logan did try to escape a few times, but Patton quickly turned to tickling, claiming “I don’t hear your adorable laugh enough!” Logan quickly stopped trying to escape, and the reward of Patton’s beautifully cute smile was enough. Finally, for the first time in ages, Logan allowed himself to smile and be in the arms of the one he loved and relax.

Meanwhile, Roman was very busy making Virgil very aware of how much he loved him. Virgil was now the recipient of every single possible gift Roman had thought to gather. The poor anxious side was stammering and stuttering, running his hands through his hair and doing his best to not melt. Finally, Virgil just snapped, leaped forward, grasped Roman’s face gently and kissed him full on the mouth, whispering “Just kiss me. That’s all you ever need to do. My heart and soul are already yours.” The pair stood there, the gifts forgotten on the floor, as they kissed so deeply they forgot what being without love and euphoria felt like in the first place, and as thoughts ran through both Virgil’s and Roman’s head, most along the lines of “I love you so much you don’t even know. You deserve this many shows of love every single day. So I can chase away all your demons and replace them with affection and love.”

And finally, Remus and Janus. Remus hadn’t brought gifts and didn’t like to cuddle. Janus knew this and loved him all the more for it. Because Janus knew that those were the layers he put up to block himself from pain and betrayal. Janus knew, because he had the same barriers, barriers that were only just now starting to fall. “It’s ok, my love. I know who you are, and I still love you. The world would crumble to ashes and dust, and I would still be in love with you.” Janus said softly, weak in the knees from the relief in Remus’s eyes. Crossing the room, Janus brought his love close in a hug and allowed himself to be pulled into a slow dance. Gazing into the opposite’s eyes, Janus and Remus felt themselves, for the first time in far too long, relax. They felt, for the first time in perhaps ever, their hearts beginning to truly warm.

A single mainstream thought filled all of the side’s minds at that moment. A thought that would dominate every side’s mind well into the future. “You are what fills my mind at every waking moment and you are what haunts my dreams when I’m asleep. You are my soul and my spirit. I have so much love for you that I think sometimes I might burst. I have so much love for you and I always will. You are my heart incarnate.”

And that’s how the day ended. Each pair wrapped up in the other’s arms, content to stay there until the end of time. Because no matter what the future might hold, the sides would be there for their loves. No matter if Thomas stayed with this boy, or if he met somebody else. The love the sides had for the others would never cease or fade. It would last into and beyond the great unknown.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Headcanons: The Sides Crying + Being Comforted by the Reader

It’s been a good while since I’ve written some headcanons for any of these boys, and I was in a hurt/comfort mood. So here’s what I came up with!

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Patton

Usually, Patton will cry from feeling any sort of extremely strong emotion (be it joy, sadness, anger, or nostalgia). 

He’s a quiet crier--short gasps and occasional whimpers usually encompass his sobs. And he might put on his kitten hoodie for comfort.

But he’s got a tendency to hide it from the others until he’s in his own room or the Nostalgia Room.

Ironically he tells others that crying is perfectly healthy and nothing to be ashamed of, although he doesn't often heed his own advice.

Logan scolded him the last time he did that, so he’s too nervous to cry around the Sides now, even though he missed the point of Logan’s words entirely.

Even around you he tries cracking some jokes, although they usually slip and reveal how he's really feeling.

The moment you ask “are you okay?”, he breaks down and lets his tears go.

When he’s hugging you (or you hug him) he already starts feeling so much better, regardless of whatever lead to him crying before.

Sometimes sitting together in silence helps him calm down, other times it’s you making some snacks or talking about a funny memory of you and Thomas.

He remembers all of them, of course, but he lets you talk about them anyway because your voice always cheers him up.

Logan

The precursor to him crying is an aching feeling in his chest, and him stammering over his words.

He tries to keep his voice even, so sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s sad about something or if he’s just having trouble focusing on a task.

But if you somehow find out, he tries to dismiss the feelings, trying to make sense out of why he’s like this now.

However, that proves futile as sometimes there’s no particular reason or logic behind it.

When his mind fails to come to a sensible conclusion, he gives up and hastily takes off his glasses to wipe away some tears, cursing himself.

You could tell it’s an uncomfortable sensation for him, so you’d help distract him from whatever’s making him upset.

It turns out distractions do, indeed, work best for him. They get his brain out of its current mindset and focused on something else.

You could teach him about new idioms/slang words or ask him to help you with some homework, and he’d feel better in no time.

At a later time he may talk to you about what bothered him, although he's grateful that you helped him out.

Roman

As the drama queen prince that he is, he tends to be a bit of a loud and angry crier.

Creative blocks are his worst enemy, more awful than any imaginary demon or monster he’s fought to protect Thomas from, and he thinks he’s weak and a failure for not being able to get past them.

Plus, him feeling like the fans don’t appreciate him as much as they used to definitely gets to him at times.

Often he’ll just collapse onto his bed and weep for a long while, but if he’s really angry, he'll start wrecking stuff in his room until he tires himself out. 

Roman never likes talking about how he’s truly feeling, desperate to keep up his act, although it doesn’t take you long to see right through it.

Just take the sword and the whole facade away and you’d have a heartbroken man who just wants to be good enough.

If you open your arms up to him, he’ll collapse into them and vent about his insecurities through his wails of pain.

Sometimes he needs advice from someone on the outside, other times he just wants them to hear him. You always know which one.

Usually a Disney movie and time away from the writing and the scripts helps him settle down.

Although he can and will bawl at the saddest parts of said Disney movie even though he's seen them 100 times.

Virgil

Despite being the embodiment of anxiety, he’s fairly quiet when it comes to crying.

But he does show the most obvious physical signs he’s about to cry: darker and far more smudged eyeshadow, red glassy eyes, slight trembling, and elevated uneven breaths expelled in attempts to calm himself down.

Usually when he’s in such a state, his hoodie is zipped up and over his head, and he’s curled up in a ball somewhere in his room.

Music sometimes calms him down, although it doesn’t always drown out out the whispers of doubt and the fears of what the others think of him.

When you find him, or convince one of the other Sides to take you to him, he shrinks away from your words and/or touch, at first.

So you gotta be patient with him and let him know what you’re gonna do. You don’t want him to shut himself in anymore than he already is.

Eventually he does accept your comfort.

Mostly in the form of him resting his head on your chest. It especially muffles the soft sobs he sometimes lets out.

He needs to hear your voice, so you could talk about the dumbest shit and he’d still smile and calm down a little.

Janus

It is exceptionally rare for Janus to ever cry, considering the image and pride he tries to keep up.

He tends to drawl out his s’s far more whenever he’s upset.

Usually he’d tear up if he’s getting extremely frustrated with the “Light Sides” and can’t seem to convince Thomas he’s right about something.

But the one time he did cry of happiness in front of you was during his “birthday”, aka the day of his reveal.

The Sides were hesitant to give him any gifts, considering their distrust of him, and it...kinda hurt him a lot.

He may be cruel at times and try to sway Thomas into being selfish, but Janus was just made that way. It wasn’t his choice.

However, you showed up to the dark side of the Mindscape with a gift: a custom-made plush snake with two heads, gold scales, a black underbelly, and yellow eyes.

He immediately suspects you were forced by one of the others to give him something, although he can't see any trace of lying in your eyes.

He broke down after realizing this, tears streaming down his face as he rubbed them away with his glove, clutching the snake.

You weren't expecting that kind of reaction, so you just pat his shoulder comfortingly until he settles down, not wanting to tease him for showing his emotions.

After he tells you he’s happy and grateful you even thought about doing this for him, you smile and nervously ask if he wants a hug.

That gets him choked up, too, and he accepts it with a smile of his own.

Remus

It makes perfect sense that Remus crying would be just as disgusting as every other aspect of him is.

Spoiler: He’s a gross and ugly crier.

Usually it happens after the loneliness gets to him too much. 

He’s a hyperromantic, but he knows nobody would ever love him and he’s always meant to be ignored.

So he keeps imagining lewd and vulgar romantic scenarios and makes Thomas think of them as a way of projecting his (Remus’) insecurities onto him.

Whenever Thomas tells you about it, you decide to confront Remus alone...only to find him sobbing hysterically on his bed, even more of a wreck than he usually is.

His face is blotchy and a mess of snot and tears, which he doesn’t even bother to wipe away. He’ll just stare at you and keep crying until you do or say something.

If you awkwardly offer him a hug, he won’t let go of you for a long, long time. His hugs are bone-crushing, although he eases up once you return the embrace. 

The man’s just so damn touch-starved. He loses all knowledge of boundaries and personal space at the slightest touch of affection.

At that point he just babbles whatever hurt he’s feeling, rubbing his messy face all over your clothes until he wears himself out.

Surprisingly he thanks you for comforting him, before he lets you go about your day like nothing ever happened.

But every once in a while, he'll seek out comfort from you whenever he was legitimately sad. Only because he likes your hugs.

[harrylee94]

Log Entry XXXXXX - Chapter 5

Summary: A new space station, complete with the most high spec and up to date technology there is to offer, has been set up at the edge of the known universe, a new way point for explorers to keep in contact with the rest of the human race. It has been carefully designed by the best scientists and engineers Earth could offer, and now 7 brave souls are being sent out to ensure everything works perfectly.

However, when Logan wakes from cryosleep from the journey, he is informed that several things are now in need of repair, though everything had been in perfect working condition when the station had been reconstructed before he and his crew had arrived. They will have to solve the problems they’ve been left with before the station is up and running, and yet Logan can’t help but feel he’s done this before…

Relationships: Intrulogical (Remus/Logan)

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Parasites, Remus having an overactive imagination, It’s an Among Us crossover so there will be bad stuff afoot.

A/N: The ending was heavily inspired by this post, which I loved so much I had to include it!

For those of you who don’t know, this story is based off of a comic by @fangirltothefullest which I HIGHLY recommend you check them out on the link above! Their art is AMAZING.

Note to everyone before we begin; there will be graphic descriptions of gore, dismemberment, possibly torture, and any other awful things that come with the territory of writing a story in an Among Us universe.

Link to; Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

To read it on AO3 please click here.

Chapter 5: Log Entry #59

Stardate: October 17th XX20. 6:17 AM

Logan was tired. He’d lived the same six hours over fifty times now, give or take an hour or so each time, and not once had he been given a chance to rest. Though his body might have been able to handle the strain this time loop was creating due to its very nature, his mind could not. He had snapped at Remus for the first time today, had pushed him away before Remus pushed past his defences and held him close until he told him what was going on with the briefest of explanations.

Remus had become a Host to one of the parasites no more than five times, the lowest number of all the others barring himself, mostly because Logan had been with him almost all the time save for those four instances when they'd been separated, and yet, despite knowing that time had been reset, making the last run essentially non-existent, Logan still couldn’t bring himself to trust the man he loved most in the world until those arms were around him. He felt disgusted with himself for ever doing so, and the guilt still riddled him for being so frozen when it had happened that first time, but the experience took its toll.

The worst time had been when they had been forced to vent him, sending the feral creature in Remus’s form shooting into space. Logan had watched as he’d drifted slowly away, his body expanding, a small splatter of blood escaping his lips as the oxygen was pulled from his lungs, rupturing them, until he grew still. Waking up after that, despite knowing that the real Remus had been dead long before that moment, Logan had hovered over Remus as he recovered from falling out of his cryotube until, after that initial contact, he clung to his partner and sobbed into his shirt for a long time.

It was a similar situation to the one he was in now actually, sitting in Remus’s lap as the man hummed, swaying back and forth and rubbing at his back. He wanted to sleep here, to just drift off and forget all of this was happening. He needed to recharge, but he couldn't.

“I can tell them that the cryosleep messed you up,” Remus suggested softly, pressing a kiss to his hair. “We can say that you need time to recover and you can stay here and sleep.”

Logan shook his head. “But then everyone will die.”

“Sounds like we do anyway,” Remus said. It was supposed to be comforting, or at least reassuring that taking a break would be okay, but Logan couldn’t help but to flinch. “Okay, not the right thing to say, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re burning yourself out.”

“I can’t stop.”

“You have to.” Remus held his face softly in his hands. “Why don’t you go back to sleep? Rest. Recuperate. Even I know I have to stop every so often or I’ll crash worse than the Hindenburg.”

“I can’t leave you to face this alone,” Logan said, leaning into his hand.

“You’re not. You’ve told me what’s happening and where to find the information I need to prepare.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Well I’m not letting you leave this room.”

Logan scowled at his boyfriend. “They will kill you. They will pull you apart, shred you from within, vent you into space, turn you inside out-”

Remus stopped his words with his lips. Logan hated how he still couldn’t resist this, that he would still kiss him back with desperation when he knew it was a distraction, but he couldn’t resist. These moments were sometimes few and far between, and he clung to them like a man starved of affection.

“I would die for you a million times if I had to,” Remus said against his mouth as he pulled a little away, even as Logan followed him. “I can see how tired you are. Sleep.”

Logan shook his head. “I can’t. I won’t.”

“You have to, or you’ll collapse.”

“Then I’ll collapse.”

“Logan!”

He huffed. “I won’t be able to anyway. My body is well rested.”

“That’s what drugs are for,” Remus said with a roll of his eyes.

Drugs? “You mean sedatives?”

“That’s what I said.”

Even though Remus was giving him one of his many smirks, undoubtedly a little proud of himself, Logan could see the worry etched into the faint lines by his eyes and the edges of his mouth, even in the way his fingers were still holding onto his face a little harder than usual. Remus was scared for him and that was just about enough to convince him.

“Janus is in charge of the mission,” he said after deflating with a sigh. “Patton and Virgil are usually the targets of the parasites, though I haven’t been able to figure out why yet, just that they have been most frequently chosen as the hosts. Orange is usually the first victim, probably because he is the one with the most advanced knowledge of the reactor and the engines. And work with Roman when you can; I know you can be a formidable team when you get past your differences.”

Remus nodded to each point, even if he looked disappointed at not being chosen to be the new leader, and rubbed his thumb over Logan’s cheek. “You’re making the right decision.”

“The only right decision I’ve made since this started was telling you,” Logan said and turned his head to kiss Remus’s palm. “I could never regret you.”

“I love you too, Lo,” Remus said, pressing a kiss to his lips again. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“I know,” Logan replied, unable to keep his sadness from tainting his words. “You always are.”

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 6:00 AM

Logan woke with the rising light of the fake dawn. The sting of the needle from the sedative had vanished, and the tingle of the cryosleep still sat in his muscles. He sighed, closing his eyes as he remembered his last conscious moments and smiled to himself when he heard the familiar thump of Remus falling out of the cryotube. The sound was more comforting than he thought could be possible, especially considering Remus was getting hurt every time, but it was a confirmation that Remus was there, that even though all these horrible things were happening, he was still able to have these moments with the love of his life.

He did feel more rested now, even if not recovered completely (though he doubted there would be much that would help him recover from what he was experiencing), and he heaved his still aching body up to look down at the one that was groaning on the floor with a fond smile.

“You’re supposed to wait for your blood flow to return to normal,” he said, voice gravelly as it always was just after waking.

Remus groaned again and looked up with a squint and a blink before he rolled over and grinned up at him. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, his voice sending shivers up Logan’s spine. “Did they make a mistake at the gates of heaven, because I’m pretty sure I’m meant to be roasting with a spit up my butt right now and not looking at a beautiful angel.”

Logan grinned, blushing a little. “Are you sure I’m not some sort of demon here to trick you into Hell?”

“I’d follow you anywhere; heaven or hell” Remus said, and Logan hummed at the sound of awe the man made.

“I know you would,” Logan said, only for his smile to fall a fraction. “I’ve already led you to your death.”

Remus blinked at him again. “Huh?”

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 7:06 AM

“How many of those notes have you made?” Remus asked as Logan walked with him towards the storage room, having decided to start his journey there this time.

“Fifty-two,” Logan replied, waiting for the bar to finish loading while absently picking up the empty fuel container to set Orange up for refuelling later. “I have, unfortunately, been unable to make notes in some instances, though I have made up for some of those delays in future loops.”

“And you’ve relived this day…?”

“This will be my fifty-ninth time,” Logan replied, setting his tablet aside so he could fill up the container.

Remus whistled. “And you don’t even know how many times we’d gone through the loop before!”

Before? Oh, he should have thought of that. It was entirely possible that the first time he could recall living through this ‘cursed’ day (if he was using the expression correctly) was not in fact the first time he had lived it. No one else could remember after all, and he had not made any notes the first time, so there would have been no proof left behind.

“It’s getting kinda full there, Logie.”

Logan flinched and quickly turned off the tap before the container could spill. “I… had not considered that.”

“Well it kinda makes sense, doesn’t it?” Remus said, screwing the cap onto the container and pulling Logan’s hand into his. “Do you think anyone else will remember? One of the aliens maybe!”

“Please, don’t even suggest that!”

“Sorry.”

Logan took a deep breath to calm himself and banish the thought of an even more challenging experience, and nodded. “It’s possible.”

Remus hummed and gave his hand a squeeze. “Can I look at the notes?”

“Of course.” He reached for his tablet and handed it over without looking at the screen, prying his fingers away so he could go in search of the next container.

“Um, how many notes did you say you’ve made?” Remus asked, the light of the screen reflecting on the surface of his visor.

“Fifty-two,” Logan replied, finding the container behind a box. “Why?”

“Because there’s fifty-three.”

Logan paused. “... What does the last one say?”

“It doesn’t say anything,” Remus said. “It’s a video, but it says I have to access it in Communications.”

A video? “You must have made it. I was asleep all of… yesterday.”

“Should we watch it?”

“I think we all should.”

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 7:18 AM

“I don’t see why you couldn’t have done this earlier,” Orange said as he leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest. “We’ve only been here for fifteen minutes. I haven’t had the chance to do anything yet.”

“Fifteen minutes is plenty of time to set up a deep space communications network,” Janus chipped in. “It’s not like we’ll need it or anything.”

“I am well aware that I am causing a great frustration to all of you, but I must insist on everyone watching this,” Logan said, still searching the system for the file.

“Haven’t we got more important things to be doing?” Virgil said. “Fixing the Station, maybe?”

“This is important,” Remus said, and Logan smiled. He’d stationed himself next to him, keeping watch on their team to make sure none of them would leave without making them feel trapped.

“Why?” Roman asked, suspicious.

“Because it is.”

His skills in defending this argument needed a little work though. At least now he’d found the file, and he opened it. A video file opened on the main screen as a black box, the play button waiting to be clicked.

“What’s the video about?” Patton asked as Logan stood up from his chair to allow everyone to see.

“I don’t know,” he replied softly and, taking Remus’s hand, pressed play.

For a few seconds the screen remained blank, only a timestamp in the corner counting the seconds giving any real indication of time passing as heavy breathing could be heard.

“Twelve thirty?” Janus said, looking at the numbers. “But the system-”

Whatever the man in yellow was about to say was lost as there was some rustling and the camera was uncovered. It was the Communications room from the perspective of the screen; the lights were off, but the screen was giving off enough light to reveal the mess the room had become. They couldn’t see the floor, but they could see that the door was closed, and there were streaks of what had to be blood across the wall.

And then there was the figure. Remus’s fingers tightened in Logan’s as they watched him haul Janus’s torso from the desk to set him down on the ground, the eyes already milking over. The body left a stain on his green suit, and when he looked back at the camera, it revealed that the visor on his helmet had been broken, a chunk of it missing entirely. He huffed and quickly removed it, tossing it aside.

He looked pale, his eyes holding an edge of mania, and his entire right ear and a section of his hair was missing dripping blood down his chin, which they saw with more clarity when Remus turned his head, his eyes on where the screen must have been. He laughed.

“Oh man, they got me good,” they said with a cracking voice, and Logan noticed a few side-glances towards them, but he was more focused on how the Remus on the screen was trembling ever so slightly. “Shit. I’m not going to have time to start this again, so uh, I’m sorry you had to see... “ He looked down at where he’d just put Janus’s body and swallowed. “They’ll be here any minute. I’ll be torn to shreds for sure.”

This laugh was broken and he sounded so close to snapping. “You told me! Patton and Virgil, you said. I kept an eye on them, but then Orange…” He shook his head. “Fuck. Fuck! Why did I let him leave?”

There was a bang on the door behind him and he spun around, but quickly turned back. “Rambling. Shit. They’ll get through-- I read all your notes. All of them. You’ve been through some fucked up shit, Logie! I mean, I believed you when you told me, but when I read it… This loop is fucked up.”

There was another bang.

“Oh Re~mus!” It was Patton’s voice, still so familiar and joyful, and yet punctuated with another hit to the door. “Come out and play!”

Remus had shut his eyes, leaning against the desk. “I watched them pull Roman’s heart out of his chest,” he said, a tear dripping from his cheek. “Janus is… Well, you saw that. Orange is scattered across one of the Engine rooms and they…  they found you. They took you and they made me watch as they put you in the trash shoot and--” He cut himself off as another bang rattled the door and looked up into the camera, eyes filled with tears.

“You had to do that to me once. I don’t know how you survived. It felt like my soul was being torn out of my chest when I watched you die.” He wiped at his cheeks, wincing as he caught the torn flesh, but otherwise he didn’t seem to care. He looked down again, his face hidden by his hair. “I don’t know if this will even work, but I wanted to leave a note, like you do.” When he looked up again his face was scarily blank.

“Log Entry number fifty-three. The parasites have taken Patton and Virgil as hosts again. It was in the Medbay. They went after Janus first, as he was alone. There’s evidence they played with him before they pulled him in two.”

“Who are you talking to, Remus?” came Virgil’s voice from beyond the door. “We’re the only ones left.”

Remus stalwartly ignored them, eyes fixed on the camera. “Orange and I found the body. He left to fetch the fuel so we could try to burn whatever they are. I heard his screams when I found Virgil, or the thing he’d become, with Roman. My brother had been pinned to the wall by its tentacles, and it ripped his heart out as he begged for mercy.”

Another thud, this one louder than the others before it, and Remus flinched.

“They must have run out of energy or something, because they only captured me and dragged me into Storage. The Thing with Patton’s face had dragged your body off the shuttle. You were still asleep when they stuffed you in the trash shoot. I… I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I must have screamed myself hoarse.”

He looked over his shoulder as the metal of the door groaned with the next hit, then turned quickly back.

“I somehow managed to escape, though not before they did this.” He motioned to his missing ear. “I ran everywhere. I think I must have slipped in Orange’s blood when I found what was left of him in that Engine room, because I left footprints. This is the first room I could find without vents. You mentioned vents a lot.”

The door groaned again and bent a little behind Remus, but he didn’t look this time. He just smiled.

“I wish I could have done more. I wish I could have saved you, but… I know I’ll see you again. I’ll wake up and fall out of the cryotube and I’ll make you pesto pasta for breakfast just to try to make you smile. You’ll tell me about this fucking time loop and I’ll believe you, because I know you. I know you would never lie to me about this. And I will tell you I love you. I’ll tell you that you mean more to me than life itself. I’ll-”

The door behind him tore open, the metal shredding like cardboard, and the figures of Virgil and Patton stepped through. Remus tried desperately to reach something on the desk but he was pulled away by Patton, who had barely moved, before he was given the chance. Remus’s helmet flew at Patton before Janus’s followed, and the wheely chair started to move across the screen as Remus yelled profanities at the creatures.

Virgil and Patton, meanwhile, had begun to unfurl, their tentacles escaping and their bodies splitting into gaping maws.

“Now that wasn’t very nice,” Not-Patton said as he pulled a struggling Remus up into the air by his foot, even as he continued to try and fight. A second, third and fourth tentacle stretched out to hold him still, and still he struggled.

“Fuck you! Fuck both of you! You dickasses both deserve to-” Remus’s shouts became muffled as Not-Virgil covered his mouth and gave the struggling man a considering look.

“You know, you’ve always been so fond of medieval torture,” it said. “Why don’t we try that, what was it? Ah yes, being hung, drawn and quartered.”

“That sounds like fun!” Not-Patton said. “Let’s do it in the cafeteria. The tables are better there.”

Not-Virgil nodded with a double grin and helped drag the screaming Remus from the room.

It took Logan a few seconds to remember how to breathe, staring at the screen as the silence around him threatened to engulf him, but then Remus pulled him closer and gave him the best hug he could while they were still in their suits. Logan clutched back at him, turning away from the screen as Remus continued to stare at it over his shoulder, and his entire body flinched when his own agonised screams came from the speakers.

“So-someone turn it off,” Remus said, shaken but still standing strong somehow.

There was some shuffling and the screams suddenly cut off, making the silence somehow even more unbearable. Remus gave Logan another squeeze.

“That… that can’t be real,” Virgil said after a few more moments, the edges of panic staining his words. “I’m not… Patton and I…”

“Remus?” Roman said, and Logan pulled away from his partner enough so they could both turn towards the rest.

They were all in various states of shock or disbelief; Patton had tears streaming down his cheeks, Virgil was clutching at his body, Janus looked to be trying to figure out if it had been an elaborate joke or not, and Roman looked blank. Orange, however, was the only one to look somewhat angry, which Logan thought was fair considering the circumstances.

“It’s real,” Remus said, his eyes still on the screen as he spoke but they landed on his brother soon after. “Everything I… he said is true.”

“You can’t expect me to believe that,” Orange said with a snort. “It’s very clever though. Did you set it up before we left Earth?”

“He can’t have.” Janus said hesitantly. “The plans for the Station were kept confidential, to be released to the public after we’d already left, and no one else would have helped him gain access.”

Orange frowned. “That… That can’t be right. If it was then…”

“Is everybody okay?” Patton asked beyond the tears.

“Oh yes,” Janus drawled. “I absolutely love watching one of my best friends get dragged away to be tortured and killed. It hasn’t affected me at all. Especially not the part where he had to drag my own lifeless body away from the camera.”

“... Yeah, me too,” Patton said softly, and he leaned into the hand Roman had set on his shoulder. “How is this possible?”

“Remus was talking to Logan in the video,” Roman pointed out.

“I don’t know,” Logan said. “I… I haven’t been able to find an answer. There must be some sort of… rift or something. A black hole near our orbit that’s distorting the flow of time. There is so much we don’t know about them after all, and it’s possible, but I haven’t seen any that would be close enough to cause any real changes to the environment. Perhaps it’s the parasites themselves, but that doesn’t make any sense or they would remember as well, and that hasn’t happened. Not yet at least, and I hope it never does.”

“It won’t,” Remus said, and Logan graced him with a brief smile.

“Believe us or not, this is still a problem,” he continued. “The parasites only take a host after 9:30am, though I cannot tell you the exact time as it changes depending on a variety of variables, but it is always near the Medbay or the Reactor. I suspect they might be found in the vents but I cannot be certain.”

“Oh. Great,” Virgil said, Orange having to step to his side to guide him into the chair, He immediately ducked his head between his knees and Logan could hear him trying to control his breathing. Patton was at his side a moment later to hold his hand and help guide him through his breathing techniques.

“Perhaps we should have a codeword!” Roman suggested with forced charm. “Something to say to each other so we know if anyone’s… you know.”

Logan shook his head. “It wouldn’t work. The parasite essentially becomes us once it’s in our system. The host knows that it’s a host, that it was once human, they just don’t care anymore.”

“And how would you know that?” Janus asked.

“I’ve… been one, once,” Logan replied quietly, looking away as Remus’s hand squeezed him in comfort. It was really a miracle that he hadn't been caught again, and it had been a close call on a few occasions, but somehow that first time had remained the only time.

“What do you propose we do then?” Orange asked.

“We stick together, get through as many tasks as we can to get the Station back to full operation before the creatures emerge, and find a way to get them off the Station.”

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 10:35 AM

There had been no sign of the aliens. It had been an hour since they should have appeared, and yet there had been nothing but a growing sense of dread and, in Orange's case, annoyance. It was becoming increasingly clear that the engineer was growing impatient, and that his belief in the credibility of the video was tenuous at best. The further notes on what Logan had been able to assess from his observation of the creatures had not helped either, though the others had been enough to keep him satisfied for a time. However, it seemed that his patience had finally run its course.

"Look, you guys can all huddle together like scared little bunnies," he said, as they waited for Virgil to finish sorting out the medical supplies, "but we have a job to do, and we can't do it if we're doing everything one bit at a time!"

"Kiddo, we're trying to-" Patton started, but Orange huffed and started walking towards the door.

"Spare me," he spat. "I'll be in the engine rooms if anyone needs me, doing my job."

With that he stormed out of the Medbay, heading out of sight around the corner. Logan, who had been taking notes about their situation on his pad on the bed nearest the door, looked after him and didn't even blink when the door shut immediately after. He wouldn't have been able to reach him in time either way. He turned back around and gave Remus a look.

"That… that was you, right, Sherlock?" Roman asked as his brother heaved the mattress he'd been lying on off the bed frame. The lights went out a moment later and Patton squeaked in alarm as the room plunged into a pitch darkness.

"No," Logan replied, glancing up at the fading glow in the bulbs. "No it wasn't." He turned back to his pad and started to hack into the door to open it again.

The mattress hit the floor.

"Shit, where's the vent?" Remus cursed, and Logan could hear him dragging the mattress around.

"Over here." Janus.

"Get away from it," Remus growled, even as he dragged the mattress closer.

"Be careful," Patton said from next to Virgil, the two of whom were the only people visible thanks to the faint light of the isolated test lab.

Remus grunted and, after some sounds of shuffling, the mattress flopped down heavily again, this time with a slight echo.

"Got it," Remus said after a little more shuffling. "How are the doors, Lo?"

Logan tapped a few more keys and had the door ready to open. "I'll open it when you get here. We don't know if they're waiting for us out there."

"You mean Orange might be-?" Roman asked, but couldn't bring himself to finish.

"I believe it is all but certain," Logan confirmed, and he heard someone -- probably Patton or Virgil -- whimper.

There was some more shuffling and Logan turned his screen around to shed some light on the room. From the shadows cast and the sight his suit could offer him, he could just about see Roman coming slowly closer, his arms outstretched so he wouldn't go into anything. Janus, Remus, Patton and Virgil were all clustered as a group, Remus keeping his hand on Janus's shoulder as he glanced back at where the mattress (and therefore the vent) must have been while Virgil seemed to twitch at every sound.

Once everyone had reached him Logan slid off the bed and joined the cluster. "Let's go."

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 10:52 AM

Walking around so close together was not only cumbersome but also a little claustrophobic. Logan could hear every breath, every footstep, feel each unexpected touch and each slide of shoes against his own. Patton and Roman would occasionally whisper the breathing exercises to Virgil to keep him from panicking too much, but otherwise it was a slow walk in near silence.

They had walked through both engine rooms on their journey to Electrical, and while it was dark, there had been no sound of Orange on the entire journey. It was all but certain that he was now a Host. Now, however, they had all stopped to look into the ominous darkness of the room before.

"This doesn't feel like a trap at all," Janus said.

"Do you think Orange might be in there?" Patton asked.

"Either that, or the second parasite is lying in wait," Logan replied, squeezing Remus's hand. "Either way, something has to be in there."

"So someone's either going to end up becoming a big tentacle monster with a mouth that tears their body in two, or they're going to end up as a kebab," Remus said with a nod. "I think I'd prefer kebab myself."

"I would prefer it if neither situation happened," Roman said, Virgil making a noise of agreement.

There were a few seconds where nothing happened, but then Logan sighed and released Remus's hand to step forward; or at least he tried to.

"What are you doing?" he asked, Remus's hold having only grown stronger.

"I'm not letting you go in there alone."

"Who said I was doing that?"

"You did." Remus caught his shoulder and turned in to face him. "You're never silent in group projects."

Logan clenched his jaw. "You know me too well."

"You know me better," Remus said with a slow grin.

Logan huffed in annoyance but turned back to the others. "The fuse box is at the back, next to a vent," he said. "If we stick together and keep an eye on it then we should be able to get through this easily enough."

"And if Orange is in there?" Virgil asked.

Logan shared a look with Remus (as much as he could in the almost complete darkness anyway). "We will have to… take action."

"... Oh," Virgil said, sounding a little queasy.

In a way Logan envied their naivety. He envied their ability to hope for a better solution, their expectations of getting out of this alive, but his own experiences had worn that away. He had always been defined by the truths and facts that had become his life, but now even that was being worn away, and he knew he was becoming more jaded in each loop.

"Let's get this over with," Roman said, bringing Logan out from his thoughts.

The scientist nodded and pulled Remus after him into Electrical. "The fuse  box is just around-"

The door slammed shut, cutting the couple off from everyone else.

“-... the corner.”

Remus stepped closer as a few bangs came from the door. “We’re dead, aren’t we.”

Logan swallowed. “Yes.”

Remus hummed. “These aliens; they take on our memories when they take us for a host?”

“I… yes, that’s right.”

“And we just want to kill everyone in sight.”

“Yes,” Logan replied, trying to block out the noises that were coming from outside the door. He needed all of his senses if he was going to get them both through this, though every calculation he was making was only leading them towards one bloody and awful end. “You’re just… angry, and there’s this hunger, and you crave it. Nothing from before matters. You simply loath humanity.”

Remus hummed again, and they both froze when they saw something moving in the dark. Logan was so focused on it that he barely registered the click-hiss that came from beside him, from Remus, and he only understood that he had removed his helmet when he was shoved back into the wall behind them.

“No!”

He could see it happening, the lights of the Medbay blinding in his memory as Remus threw himself forwards, but this time he would not be frozen. There was shouting coming from the other side of the door as he pushed himself off the wall, chasing Remus into the dark, but when the love of his stopped short and Logan crashed into his back, he knew he was too late.

“Remus,” he breathed, catching him as his knees gave out and holding him close as he choked on his own blood. “Oh God, what did you do?”

Remus grinned. “Saved… you.”

There was no time to argue, and the smile fell quickly to a cough as the parasite ravaged his body, making its home inside him. “Yes. You saved me, Remus,” he said, all but tearing his own helmet from his head. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

He kissed Remus’s blood spattered lips and carded his fingers through his hair as the door opened, ten seconds too late.

“L-Love… yo-you,” Remus stuttered, only to choke, his body stiffening as the shaking began.

“I love you too,” Logan said, vaguely aware that the others were talking, that someone was moving, and a second later the lights were on again.

There were tears streaming down Remus’s cheeks, and tears running down his own. He could see the patches of red where the parasite was chewing away at Remus’s body, seeping into the fibres of the suit, and Remus struggled with himself until he roared in pain. Logan watched as it clouded his eyes, his gaze only briefly leaving his partner’s when Roman tried to come to their side, but was mercifully held back by Virgil and Patton.

“It’s okay,” he muttered as Remus’s body slowly went limp in his arms. “I love you, Remus. I love you. It’s going to be okay.”

The dark threads he had seen before started to seep from each blood-soaked spot, crawling out to start encompassing Remus’s body, and he choked on a sob, holding Remus closer. All too soon the body was completely encompassed, and the shape in his arms congealed with the pressure he was exerting with his arms. Someone tried to pull him away but he shook them off.

“I’ll distract him,” he said, though the tears threatened to choke him.

“Logan-”

“Go!”

There was only a brief hesitation before they left. He tried not to think of the anguish in Roman’s eyes.

As the mass in his arms solidified back into the shape of his lover, his strands of hair growing back between Logan’s fingers, he looked into those eyes that he had grown to love and saw the brief flash of recognition.

“Logan…” Remus said, the pain gone but the fear he had seen before still hanging onto its last threads, but then even that was snuffed out, and all that was left was a growing hunger. The grin that stretched Remus’s lips grew inhumanly wide as sharp tendrils extended out from him to puncture Logan in every way possible. He gasped as he clung to Remus’s form, vowing to never let this happen again.

“You smell delicious.”

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Stardate: October 17th XX20. 6:00 AM

Logan woke with wet cheeks. The light of the cyrodeck had never felt so cold.