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uno-writing · 3 years ago

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Boba Anon's analysis on ep 251

!!!!!MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!! !!!!!READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!

ep 251

Spoilers as always guys~

- lol isen

- hes such a tired little scrunkly

- "smile through the pain, smile through the pain"

- whats up with those three being so naive all of a sudden?

- like yeah ofc they should be mad about it but why are they so shocked?

- how can they expect these random royals to know better when they didn't less than a year ago?

- granted none of them wouldve gone out of their way to torment the way the rowden kids are

- but responsibility to protect? even remi never did that

- the authorities? cmon Arlo whatd you expect.

- he got really mad about it tho--our boi has definitely broken out of his semi brainwashing

- also isnt it wierd that they call ANY form of authority... the authorities? like no separate names for anything? police, mayor, social worker...? nope, its all just "the authorities"

- dylan my love

- its sweet of you to call them both the kings

- but it was literally decided with all the royals in vaughs office that john wasnt king anymore 😭😭

- bro if i were blyke i would be kinda hurt by that

- but i kinda get it bc dylan probably didn't know what to call john just then

- it would've been so cool if John denied the kind title and declared himself joker tho

- missed opportunity for sure

- that purple headed lil shit is homophobic

- its interesting that what went down at Wellston seems to be common knowledge

- its a powerful school, so it makes sense

- and no one seems to know any names

- but still, that kid knew about it in detail

- also, if arlos reign was "uncompromising" and rigidly followed the heirarchy then why is what the rowden royals are doing such a shock to the Wellston kids and no one else?

- shouldn't they (main cast) expect that powerful people would be able to get away with anything?

- maybe its just cuz arlo wouldve never done that shit

- blyke has such a baby face i cant

- like literally its halarious

- the fact that john ended all four of them in a literal minute sent me

- lol Dylan and blykes shook chibi faces

- also blyke my man such a gym bro you are

- johns on a murder rampage and the only thing be could think of to say is "dude, chill out"

- smdh

- chill? yeah no shit my guy john needed to chill, like five years ago

- like dude yk blyke was high key impressed by the fact that he wasnt yelling mad or anything

- PLS I SCREAMED WHEN ARLO SHOWED UP

- I WAS SIMPING OVER A FOREARM HELP

- THAT SHIT WAS SO COOL BRO ASDFGHJKL

- BLONDIE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE

- arlo the parole officer

- felt really bad for john tho

- but he should be proud

- hes always managed to stop before completely giving over to the dark side uk

- kinda shocked that snapped out of it as calmly as he did, considering the lil pieces of shit he was fighting against

- remi and arlo parenting gym bros? gold

- kings queens and non binary beans i give you the mom friends of the group featuring arlo as the mom and remi as the dad

- yesss take those bitches to jail

- the way its setting up now, blyke is gonna be the first to find out about johns backstory

- interesting choice. i thought it was gonna be remi

- ig its because blyke was always the most hostile, so he gets to be the first to sympathize and catch feelings

- uk that oneshot of berris where isen calms john down from a panick attack or something

- replace isen with Blyke and its probably gonna be cannon

- john is most definitely losing it rn so its even possible that we'll get to see blyke calm him down next episode

- johns like such a poor little meow meow in the last panel omg

- lowkey shipping then rn just for that last panel

- ship names? jlyke? blohn? (lmaooooo)

- ALSO ASHBKLJGG EVERYONE LOOKS SO GORGEOUS THIS CHAPTER????

- LIKE HELLO

- ARLOS BLUE EYES HAVE NEVER BEEN SO PRETTY

- WATCH ME RETURN TO MY ALRO PHASE BC GODDAMN

- REMI AND JOHN TOO?????

- GLOWING EYES = BEAUTIFUL AS HELL EVERYONE TAKE NOTE

- boba anon 🧋

Feel better berri!!!🫂🫂 Remember to keep your space clean and get plenty of sleep and water 💓💓💓 take some comfort emojis 💫💤🫂🛀🛌🤸🌻🌾🌅🐱🐾🥞🍝🥂🎢🎠💸💵🏳️‍🌈

Ep 251 add on 😅

I really want the cast to find what Arlo did to john, just for the reactions. Im not even sure if sera knows. Bonus points if Arlo steps up and tells everyone himself. (Tbh, I don't see John as the one who tells everyone) bc that's part of his backstory. what Arlo did completely destroyed John trust in the royals. Like yeah he was going to snap and reveal his powers soon anyway, but maybe he wouldn't have tried to take over Wellston the way he did

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*Thank you!!! Take care of yourself as well!!! <3 <3 <3

*Isen my beloved

*I don’t think they’re being naive. From my take on it, even before they knew better, it’s obvious Wellston royals are held to a higher standard

*Like that’s what Vaughn says to the Dumbass Trio after the mall incident

*And Remi reflects on it when she talks about how Sera or Arlo could cause lots of chaos

*I think Arlo mentions it as well how it’s a high tier’s job to keep order

*Even though they’ve changed, I don’t think that they’re making the judgment on assuming everyone has changed

*They’re making the judgment based on how they were raised for high and elite tiers to act

*Which I’m assuming the majority of high and elite tiers are also raised to act this way considering their society exists and isn’t in shambles lmao

*So yeah elite and high tiers acting out this badly is kinda out of the ordinary for them. Especially since it’s Royals acting out. Its implied that the royal position is a way to teach the kids how to keep order on a smaller scale before they get to society.

*Plus hey’ve only had like a few months to break out of everything they’ve been taught their whole lives, so it’s expected that they’re a little slow to grasp everything

*I mean take John for example on the other side of the spectrum

*Him dealing with his issues of control is a great obvious comparison for how I think the rest of the main cast are working through their own former mindsets

*Blyke’s such a cutie pie lmao his lil baby cheeks

*GYM BROS MY BELOVEDS *I love how Blyke is just so chill about John *I got such a kick out of it

*OKAY YEAH ARLO WAS HOT AS HELL IN THAT SCENE

*BUT I COULDN’T STOP LAUGHING BC IN ONE PANEL IT LOOKED LIKE HE WAS RESTING HIS ARM ON BLYKE’S SHOULDER AND HE WAS JUST STANDING RIGHT BEHIND BLYKE

*BUT YEAH I MISSED ARLO GETTING SOME ACTION

*HE DON’T DO MUCH IN MOST FIGHTS BUT IT’S SUPER IMPRESSIVE

*Yeah it looked like Blyke was maybe going to check on John when they got called away by security

*John’s soft face when he looks up at the security lady is just so 🥰🥰🥰🥰

*And then Blyke looked so flippin cool it was honestly kinda funny seeing the juxtaposition of the two of them in that panel lmao

*YES

*LIKE GOD

*THIS EPISODE SLAPPED ME AND CALLED ME A SIMP

*THEY’RE ALL SO GORGEOUS

*I’M STUCK ON MY BLYKE PHASE BUT I THINK HE’S GONNA HAVE TO SHARE THE SPOTLIGHT WITH ARLO AGAIN

*AND MAYBE JOHN

*MAYBE REMI AS WELL

*MIGHT AS WELL JUST GET A BIGGER STAGE, JUST THROW THE WHOLE MAIN CAST UP THERE

*And I don't think the main cast knowing would change anything

*Like yeah, they'd be mad at him for a lil while but still

*I mean as close as she is to John, Sera seemed to get over it kinda quickly. Like she's not buddy buddy with Arlo, but still

*Don't get me wrong, I absolutely HATE what Arlo did

*He's so scummy for that

*But I honestly don't think it would change much for them to know

*Plus if it wasn't Arlo it would have been someone else to piss John off enough

*Maybe he would have had a different approach about it, but it still would have been bad

#unordinary #spoilers #berriwords #bobaanon

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izzyfandoms · 4 years ago

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Like Lipstick Stains On His Skin

SHIPS: Remile

CHARACTERS: Emile Picani, Remy Sanders

WARNING: Anxiety, references to heartbreak

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A Series Of Soulmate AUs Masterpost

Emile Picani had been in love with his best friend for as long as he could remember.

The moment he had first laid eyes on Remy Sanders, his initial thought had been that that was the most attractive person he’d ever seen. And, after getting to know him better, Emile’s thoughts only solidified; Remy was funny and sarcastic, smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and casually flirty in a way that made Emile’s heart stop and pound and ache all at once.

And Emile’s feelings had only strengthened as they grew up together.

From awkward teenagers still figuring out their sexualities to adults with their own homes and jobs and independent lives, Remy and Emile had stayed friends through it all, sticking together like glue since they’d first met in middle school. They knew almost everything about each other, and they were best friends.

But that was just it – they were friends. Nothing more.

And Emile was... fine with that. He was fine.

He loved Remy. Loved, loved, loved Remy.

And, sure, it hurt when he was with Remy, but not really with Remy, not in the way Emile always wanted to be. It hurt to be around him and know that it would only ever be platonic, that his best friend would never love him back in quite the same he loved him.

But time spent with Remy was better than time spent with anyone or anything else. And Emile knew that Remy cared deeply for him, too.

Emile could take the heartache if it meant he never lost his best friend.

When Emile heard the knock on his front door, he immediately recognised it as Remy’s. He jumped up – perhaps a little too enthusiastically and excitedly, but the only person that could see him right now was himself, so there was nobody around to judge. He rushed over to the door and pulled it open. Remy’s eyes lit up when he saw Emile, and he grinned.

Emile would never admit aloud to the tremble of his heart in his chest at the expression on his best friend’s face, but he did immediately squish down the traitorous hope that emerged every time Remy looked at him like that. Which happened almost every time they saw each other.

“Hey, Remy! You’re here early,” Emile said.

“Hope that’s chill, babe. I was not watching the time.”

(Emile did his best to ignore the feelings that the use of the nickname ‘babe’ stirred up.)

Remy’s sunglasses were propped up on his head, as they often were, and his warm brown eyes were on display. He was wearing his signature black leather jacket, too, as he usually was, with a white crop-top – with the word ‘bitch’ across the front in block capitals – underneath, exposing his midriff.

It took effort for Emile to keep his eyes from drifting downwards.

“It’s fine, Remy,” Emile smiled, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on his best friend’s face. “You’re always welcome here, you know that.”

Remy laughed. “If you keep saying that, I’ll end up showing up here at 4am when I’m drunk.”

“Well, I would rather you came here than go somewhere else and get yourself hurt.”

“Even if that means I wake you up from whatever candy-coloured, cartoon-filled dreams you’re having?”

“Mhm!”

“Damn, gurl, you really are sweeter than sugar, huh? How the hell did someone like you end up being besties with someone like me?”

“Aww, Remy, I think you give yourself too little credit.”

Remy laughed again. “Nah, babes, I love myself. I’m just kinda an asshole sometimes.”

“Isn’t everyone sometimes?” Emile said.

“Not you, apparently. Come on, you’re basically an angel, like, 24/7 and I have legit no idea how you do it. You’ve got the patience of a saint and a smile that literally gives me toothache just looking at it. You’re downright adorable.”

Elation bubbled up in Emile’s heart, and those bubbles filled his chest and spilled over in the forms of happy giggles. He covered his smile with his hand, and practically melted on the spot at the soft, fond look that crossed Remy’s face for just a moment – almost unnoticeable, but Emile paid enough attention that he saw it – before being replaced with Remy’s usual grin.

“Do you want to come in?” Emile asked, still smiling.

“Sure.”

Emile stepped to the side, and Remy’s arm brushed against his own as he walked past him. He hoped the stuttered breath at the contact wasn’t obvious.

“I like the new tie,” Remy commented as Emile shut the door and turned to face him.

Emile perked up. “Oh, you noticed!”

“Course I did,” Remy said. “I’ve seen every tie you’ve got like a million times. I could tell that one was new basically as soon as you opened the door.”

“Aww, Remy... you’re great. The best friend a guy could have!”

Emile’s smile was soft, fond, and so, so caring, and – for just a moment – he could have sworn that Remy looked flustered to be the recipient of it: wide-eyed and as still as a statue. But then, the moment passed, and Remy’s expression smoothed over and returned to normal, and Emile was sure that he’d only imagined it.

“It’s nothing, babe,” Remy said, waving his hand dismissively. “You noticed when I got that new skirt last week, even though it’s identical to my old one-”

“Your old one had a big hole in it! The new one didn’t.”

“Yeah, so I had to get a new one ‘cos it made my ass look great and I wasn’t ‘bout to give that shit up, you know? Ooh, and I especially love it paired with those heels that get everyone looking at my legs, ‘cos that combo makes me look fab AF.” Remy paused. “You know what, I think that’s kinda beside the point. Any-gay, you noticed ‘cos you’re cool like that, so me noticing your tie is, like, nothing.”

“Aww, Remy,” Emile reached forward, and poked Remy’s arm. “It’s not nothing, most people wouldn’t even be able to tell! You’re my best friend, and it makes me really, really happy that you notice these kinds of things.”

Remy’s expression softened. “Well, then I guess it makes it pretty special then, huh?”

Emile felt like screaming. Or kissing Remy. Or kissing Remy and then screaming.

(Though, really, if Emile ever got the chance to kiss Remy, he’d be too busy savouring it to even think of doing anything else. Too busy savouring the feeling of warm lips against his own, of Remy’s gentle hand against his cheek, of a chest pressed against his own, of being so close to the one person he wanted to be close to more than anything else in the world. But he never thought he’d ever get the chance.)

Emile stumbled over his words, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other as he fiddled with his hands. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that, and wasn’t sure if he even could without losing control of his mouth and accidentally confessing his undying love for his best friend.

“Um...” he trailed off.

Remy laughed awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair and glancing away.

“So, uh... what did- what did your patients think of your new tie?”

“Oh!” Emile perked up again, at once both disappointed and relieved by the return to the original topic of conversation. “Yeah, two of them complimented it. And someone said the red was a nice change from the usual pastels, so I think it was a big hit!”

He smiled, and Remy immediately smiled back.

“Nice.”

“I think the pink tie’s still my favourite, though.”

“Mine, too. It’s a classic Emile colour.”

Emile laughed. “There are classic Emile colours?”

“Sure, there are! You’ve got your baby pink, baby blue and, you know,” Remy reached out, tugging gently on Emile’s cardigan sleeve. “You’ve got your cardigan-colour. I’ve, like, barely ever seen you without this thing. How many of these do you have? Like, a hundred?”

Emile giggled again, covering his mouth with his hand. “I have two. And they’re both a little different!”

“Right, right,” Remy nodded. “One’s, like, a little bigger.”

“Mhm! And this one’s a bit softer.”

Remy nodded again, slowly and with an amused tint to his smile. “So, are we gonna, like, move, or are we gonna stand in your hallway forever?”

“Oh, right!” Emile said, like he’d only just remembered that they were still stood at his front door.

He moved past Remy, gesturing for his friend to follow as he went into the next room and sat down on the couch. Remy immediately flopped onto it beside him, getting comfortable on the soft, squishy cushions. He leant back lazily and stretched.

“Ooh,” Remy finally said, straightening up. “I bought a new lipstick yesterday!”

“Ooh, what colour?”

“It’s, like, pink. It matches the shoes I bought last week, and it makes me look killer. I’m gonna get all the guys’ eyes on me, so it sucks that I can’t wear it when I’m, like, actually looking to kiss strangers, you know?”

Emile ignored the pang of pain in his heart, and did his best to smile encouragingly.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned,” he said. “I- I bet you look great in it. And it- it's a shame you can’t wear it when you want to.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda tempted to, you know, but, like, if I’m wearing lipstick, then I won’t know if any marks my lips make are ‘cos of my lipstick or ‘cos of soulmate shit, right?” Remy continued, gesturing vaguely with his hand. “And, like, what’s the pointing of making out with people if I can’t also know if they’re my soulmate?”

“Right.”

“So, I can only wear lipstick when I’m not looking for people to kiss. Sucks, but it’s gotta be done.”

Emile nodded slowly. Then, he paused, and his brow creased in thought.

“You don’t usually wear lipstick when you’re with me,” he said. “Even when we’re going out and it’s just us, no- no kissing strangers involved. How come?”

Remy froze in place.

“Uh...”

Emile blinked at him. He tilted his head questioningly. “Hmm?”

He could practically see the cogs turning in Remy’s head, while he searched for an answer that he obviously did not have or did not want to share. He looked... flustered, in a way that Emile had almost never seen him before – opening and closing his mouth a few times – and Emile just couldn’t seem to figure out why.

Remy and Emile just stared at each other, neither knowing quite what to say to the other. Emile was confused, not wanting to speak up at the risk of interrupting whatever Remy wanted to say. He also absolutely would not let his mind wander to the any possibilities that would fill him with hope.

A crushed hope was definitely not something Emile wanted to deal with, not right now.

Remy cleared his throat. He swallowed.

“Um- there’s...” he then huffed, looking down at his lap and running his fingers through his hair. He let out an awkward laugh, and then looked back up at Emile. “I... okay,” he sighed. “There’s something I think I should probs tell you.”

Emile stared at him, blinking. “What is it?” He asked.

“It, uh...” Remy sighed again. “I have no idea how you’d react to this. The thing I want to tell you... it could probs mess up our friendship.”

“Remy...” Emile said softly. “You’re my best friend. You can tell me anything, and I promise you this won’t mess anything up, okay?”

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say.”

“I don’t need to. I know you.” Emile leant forward slightly, giving Remy his best attempt at a soft, reassuring smile.

Remy stared at Emile for a second. Then he laughed again, a strange mix of awkwardness and nervousness and with a hint of slight joy, too – with a confusing, even a little alarming, effect. His eyes never left Emile’s smile.

“Jeez, babe. How are you making this so much harder but so much easier at, like, the same time?”

Emile blinked. “Um... is that good?”

“Dunno. But...” Remy took a deep breath. He clenched his hands into fists, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before he turned back to Emile. “Okay... wow, I’ve wanted to tell you this for forever, but, like, fuck, this is terrifying.”

Emile’s expression creased with concern. He reached forward, looking him over worriedly, and rested his hand on his best friend’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

“Remy, are you okay? You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he frowned slightly.

“No, I- I want to tell you. God, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about telling you about my feelings.”

Feelings. Feelings, feelings, feelings.

Did that mean what Emile thought it meant?

The hope rose up, though he tried so hard to squash it down, but it was like trying to fit something large in a container too small and he could hardly keep it from filling up and overwhelming him. His breath stuttered, and he was sure he tensed up and froze in place for a moment, before he finally regained his composure and physically relaxed.

“Feelings?” He asked, in a voice slightly more strangled than before. “What feelings?”

Remy let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, that’s- that’s what I’ve gotta talk to you about. My- my feelings... for you.” He took another deep breath. “I... I love you, Em.”

“I love you, too,” Emile answered back immediately. “Haven’t we said this before?”

They had. The two best friends had been friends for so long: exchanging ‘I love you’s was practically part of their routine, by now.

But it had always been platonic, at least from Remy’s side.

Right?

“We- we have...” Remy said slowly. “But that’s not what I meant. I love you. Like, love love. Like the head over heels in love kind. The- the I can never stop thinking ‘bout you kind. The, fuck, you’re so gorgeous kind. The kind that means I’m, like, basically always thinking about you and about kissing you and about how, wow, you’re- you’re just amazing. I mean, damn, I know last week when I told you that you’re my favourite person, I kinda said it like a joke, but I meant it. I like really, really meant it.”

When Remy realised that he was rambling, he clamped his hand over his mouth, like it was the only way to get the words – the pretty, pretty words that had set Emile’s heart aflutter – to stop tumbling out.

Emile was frozen.

He stared, wide-eyed at his best friend.

“Oh,” was the only thing he could say, in a strangled voice.

He was sure that his face was already bright red.

“Great.” Remy sighed, removing his palm from his mouth and burying his face in his hands. “I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?” He mumbled just loud enough to be audible. “I- I know you don’t feel the same way, babe, and it’s fine. It’s totally, totally fine. I’m happy just being friends with you, ‘kay? You- you don’t have to return anything. It’s- it’s whatever. It’s chill.”

Emile’s brain had broken. He could hardly think anything other than the words ‘Remy’ and ‘love’ just over and over on repeat.

Instead of saying anything in response to that – as he wasn’t even sure if he could – he just suddenly burst into nervous, delighted laugher. Emile was sure he sounded like he was crazy, especially when Remy turned to him with a bewildered expression.

“Did- did you really mean that?” Emile asked when he could finally collect his thoughts enough to speak, which took slightly longer than he would have liked it to.

Remy blinked. Then, his expression softened.

“Of course, I did,” he said. “I’d never lie to you about something like this, Em.”

“So, you... you really mean it?” Emile asked hopefully.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Remy said. He hesitated for a moment, before nervously adding: “Do you- I mean, is it-”

“I love you, too.”

There was a beat.

Remy stared back at him, wide-eyed. The moment of silence was somehow simultaneously nerve-racking and also soft and so, so exciting, because, oh my gosh, Remy loved him. Remy loved him, he loved him, he loved him!

Love! Love! Love!

And, oh, heavens above, Emile was about to start wiggling excitedly because, gosh, he really, really just had to kiss Remy, right now. And maybe – maybe, maybe, maybe – Remy would say yes if he asked.

Emile let out another giggle, covering his mouth with his hand.

“You... you do?” Remy asked, eyes wide and hopeful, and Emile was suddenly glad that the sunglasses were propped up on his head, as his expression was always much easier to read that way.

“Yeah,” Emile responded, equally soft. “I really, really do.”

“Wow. Just- just wow.”

Emile reached forward, impulsively cupping Remy’s cheek with his hand, and Remy froze. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“Oh, gosh- sorry,” Emile apologised. “I should’ve asked-”

He moved to take his hand away, but was stopped by Remy covering Emile’s hand with his own.

“You’re good- you're- yes. Yes.”

And, well, that was exactly the answer that Emile had wanted to hear.

He leant forward, and finally – finally! – did the thing he’d most wanted to do for years. Years. Since the moment he’d first laid eyes on Remy, he’d thought about it.

He kissed Remy.

Softly. Carefully. Holding Remy’s face so delicately like he was holding something precious.

And the way Remy was kissing him back...

Emile had seen Remy kiss people before – strangers, friends – and he’d always kissed them like he was doing it for fun, not love. He’d never seen Remy kiss anyone as gently as Remy was kissing him, right now.

Bubbles of delight and fireworks of excitement were going off in Emile’s heart and his mind.

He sighed happily into the kiss, and he could suddenly feel Remy smile against his lips.

Emile broke the kiss with another delighted giggle and Remy couldn’t help but just start laughing with him, too. And, of course, that just made Emile’s giggles louder and more enthusiastic.

He was so focused on the laughing and the delighted feeling in his chest from the fact that he had just kissed Remy, that Emile didn’t immediately notice that Remy’s lips were suddenly pink – a light, pastel pink that certainly hadn’t been there before.

And, in fact, it was Remy who halted the laughter first, by freezing in place and staring – yet again wide-eyed – at Emile’s own lips.

Emile paused, and tilted his head in confusion.

“Remy?”

Remy opened and closed his mouth a few times, never taking his eyes off of Emile’s lips.

“Em... your- your lips.”

Emile blinked. He reached a hand up to his own lips, and swiped a finger across them. He then looked back down at his hand, and found nothing – no blood, no anything.

He paused, and then turned his head to look at the mirror that hung on an opposite wall.

His eyes landed on his reflection, and he finally noticed that there was a smear of shiny silver across his lips that definitely, definitely hadn’t been there before.

Emile sucked in a breath as Remy turned his head to look into the mirror, and he realised that Remy’s lips were now a lipstick-like pink, when he certainly hadn’t been wearing any just before the pair had kissed.

“We’re-” Remy started.

“Oh,” Emile breathed.

“Oh,” Remy echoed.

They turned their heads to stare at each other, equally wide-eyed and shocked and excited.

Soulmates.

They were soulmates.

And then Remy surged forward, and kissed Emile again.

#me #writing #remile #sanders shorts #cartoon therapy #emile picani #remy sanders #sleep sanders #fluff #human au #soulmate au #first kiss

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craftypeaceturtle · 4 years ago

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Distanced, part 1

Summary: A group chat fic! How shall these useless students cope with daily life.

Note: This is my first attempt at anything even remotely like this! I have no idea how this will turn out so feedback is greatly appreciated! Intrulogical.

Next part here!!

MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Tuesday, 16:15

Hello. This is Logan Sanders from Prof. Smith’s seminar. Do you have any suggestions for how we should go about completing the upcoming assessment?

Remus Prince: who dis

I literally just stated it. Logan Sanders.

I wear the tie.

Remus Prince: OHHH

Remus Prince: Well 1stly

Remus Prince: What’s the best planet in the solar system?

Pardon?

Remus Prince: i LitERaLlY JuSt stAtED iT

That has nothing to do with anything, we just need to get through this project.

Remus Prince: if u want to work then u have to answer

Jupiter.

Remus Prince: cool.

Remus Prince: You’ll do.

Remus Prince: My name is Remus.

I know. We did actually swap phone numbers. We in fact discussed which topic we would be doing for over fifteen minutes in the seminar. So we have indeed met. If you continue to be obnoxious then this will be a easier project.

MESSAGES: To Remus Sanders (Presentation)

Tuesday, 16:22

Why did you ask that question?

Remus Prince: I asked my brother that question and he answered earth

Remus Prince: I’ve had trust issues ever since

Roman’s favourite planet is Earth?

Remus Prince: HAH

Remus Prince: ye he’s an idiot

Remus Prince: I’ve gotta test everyone now.

Remus Prince: You passed btw

Remus Prince: WAIT!

Remus Prince: Do u know Ro?

Yes, he is my friend and roommate.

Remus Prince: What was ur name again????????

You can literally scroll up and reread it. I refuse. You got into university for a reason and so you can manage my name.

Remus Prince: jk

Okay then. Do you want to discuss how we should go about creating this powerpoint?

Remus Prince: what’s there to ‘discuss’?

We can separately conduct our research however it is regrettably better to meet up in person to practise not only giving the presentation but also the construction of the presentation itself.

Remus Prince: man you just love sending essays huh

I have written out longer messages. I don’t understand the point of sending a sentence at a time and risk getting interrupted. Plus at least my texting doesn’t seem all like an assault of constant notifications.

Remus Prince: fair

Shall we say that we should aim to get our presentation research finished by two weeks (15th). That leaves us another two weeks to construct the powerpoint, gather more research if necessary, then practise presenting.

Remus Prince: k

GROUPCHAT: Goths, Emos, and Remus

Tuesday, 16:26

Octopussy: can I vent for a sec

Octopussy: So! I’m just sitting here. Y’know. Vibing.

Octopussy: Then out of nowhere the nerd from my class starts messaging me about the group project that’s due a month away

Octopussy: like wtf

Octopussy: nice to know the nerd thing isn’t just appearance

Vigilant: help

Octopussy: he made a big deal about meeting up as well to do this!

Octopussy: No one in the class even cares!

Octopussy: No one is even remotely

Octopussy: Not even close

Octopussy: To thinking about that project right now!

Octopussy: We’ve got ages!

Vigilant: oh sweet jesus

Octopussy: Like! We’ve got a month!

Octopussy: AN ENTIRE MONTH

Octopussy: Like he also wants to meet up as well to practise

Octopus: Like ew.

Top-Hat-Gay: Are you done?

Octopussy: ye

Octopussy: he’s a dick

Vigilant: oh thank god

Top-Hat-Gay: Ha, as if you believe in god.

Vigilant: If it stops Re from not spamming us then I’ll believe whatever.

Octopussy: rude

Vigilant: bitch

Top-Hat-Gay: On an actually important note, which one of you last used my nail bag?

Octopussy: me!

Octopussy: you need more green

Top-Hat-Gay: No I fucking don’t!

Top-Hat-Gay: There was an entirely new bottle in there!

Octopussy: I said what I said.

Top-Hat-Gay: I hate you.

Octopussy: Thank bby

Octopussy: ALSO!

Octopussy: I found out the nerd also lives with Ro.

Top-Hat-Gay: So?

Vigilant: hE’S FORBIDDEN

Top-Hat-Gay: Wait so the nerd is Logan?

Octopussy: He is!

Octopussy: not that it seems to be having any effect on Ro. he’s as dense as a brick.

Top-Hat-Gay: I saw him today going into Remy’s.

Vigilant: Why are we even talking about him

Vigilant: Like who gives a shit.

Octopussy: dunno

Octopussy: just thought it was weird

Top-Hat-Gay: Maybe you should switch partners. Especially if he wants to meet up at some point.

Octopussy: nah

Octopussy: not worth it

Top-Hat-Gay: A teacher wouldn’t care. They only want to see good grades. They won’t mind moving stuff around for you.

Octopussy: He seems harmless.

Vigilant: you literally called him a dick after one conversation.

Octopussy: he is a dick

Octopussy: he seems stuffy but just a nerd through and through. He’s not going to be a prick or anything.

Vigilant: This isn’t really about him. He already got you talking about you know who in your first ever conversation. Maybe you shouldn’t hang around him.

Octopussy: I just thought it was interesting

Octopussy: It doesn’t mean jack shit

Octopussy: Not everything I talk about has some grand meaning.

Octopussy: I just thought it was weird that this nerd I share my classes with also lives with my bro.

Top-Hat-Gay: And that’s perfectly fine Re.

Octopussy: soz V

Octopussy: didn’t mean to blow up in your face

Octopussy: just annoying to feel psycho-analysed

Vigilant: soz

Octopussy: okay!

Octopussy: that’s proof enough!

Octopussy: we can behave to each other so ice cream plz!!!!!!!!!!!

Top-Hat-Gay: JESUS CHRIST I SAID THAT AS A JOKE LAST YEAR

Octopussy: I will eat V’s posters unless you give us reward good boy icecream

Vigilant: chocolate pls

Top-Hat-Gay: jesus do you lot know how long it takes for me to put on my cape to go shopping

Vigilant: yes

Vigilant: we are precisely aware of exactly how long it takes

Vigilant: that’s why we don’t go shopping with you

GROUPCHAT: THE FAM ILY

Tuesday, 16:38

Pat-on-the-back: Heya guys, are we all in for dinner tonight?

Logan.S: I am.

YourHopesandDreams: I will be in at 7. If you could be so compassionate to push your meal back until then, I would be truly indebted to you.

Pat-on-the-back: Fine by me!

Logan.S: I am agreeable.

Pat-on-the-back: Also Lo! Are you finished with your work?

Logan.S: I have finished my to-do list so I am available if I’m needed.

Pat-on-the-back: No, you’re all good! I just wanted to check. It sounded like you were doing work for like four hours straight.

Logan.S: It took three hours thank you very much.

Logan.S: So what are we doing for dinner?

Pat-on-the-back: I was thinking lasagne!

Pat-on-the-back: also! Don’t think I’ll notice that change in topic!

Pat-on-the-back: I thought we all agreed on two hour stretches of work with a 15 min break at least. I mean... it’s even written on our calendar! There’s no way you forgot, did you Mister!

Logan.S: It’s fine Pat.

Logan.S: Just let it go

Logan.S: I needed to get it done

Logan.S: I don’t need to be babied.

Logan.S: I’m taking a break now. I’m okay.

Pat-on-the-back: I know, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure. As long as you feel okay then everything’s alright! How was your work anyway?

Logan.S: Fairly ordinary actually. I had to go through some of my notes and rewrite a couple of pages then I had to organise a group project due the 2nd of March.

Pat-on-the-back: Sounds productive!

Logan.S: Thank you.

YourHopesandDreams: Ew. Group project. Who’s your partner?

Logan.S: We are in entirely different courses, why do you think you would know them?

YourHopesandDreams: Everyone knows the drama students know everyone.

Logan.S: I’m working with Remus.

YourHopesandDreams: You should ask to swap partners.

Logan.S: I won’t do so unless I have a genuine reason. I’ve not had any interactions with him previously and while he did seem half-hearted and obnoxious in his messages, he seems harmless. If he messes everything around then I will but I won’t make a fuss unless I have reason to.

Pat-on-the-back: That’s fair but please make sure to tell us if he pulls anything.

YourHopesandDreams: Your loss.

MESSAGES: To Nerd

Wednesday, 3:02

hey u awake

Nerd: What on earth are you doing up at 3am?

Soz

Wrong number.

MESSAGES: To Nerd

Wednesday, 3:12

Nerd: What is your favourite planet?

wha

Nerd: I figured it would be fair to ask your test to you. For all I know you could be as uncultured as your brother.

can we not talk about him

I dunno really

I wanna say pluto because they deserve it

but I kinda like saturn best.

Nerd: Any reason why?

Just kinda interesting

Big, lots a moons, ring.

It’s just a cool planet.

Nerd: Fair enough.

Do you have a reason to like jupiter?

Nerd: If I’m being honest, my science teacher absolutely adored Jupiter. I don’t know why but that memory of him ranting about how cool it was just really stuck with me. I was only about 8 years old. But I found myself agreeing with him. Back then my fascination was a lot more childish. I thought it was fascinating that since Jupiter was a gas planet it hadn’t been blown away yet. I grew up from that view but the interest never left.

ew that was almost cute.

Nerd: I concur that was very unprofessional.

WAIT

HOLD ON

Why hasn’t Jupiter blown away!?!?!?!?!??

Nerd: Excuse me?

8YR OLD YOU IS A GENUIS

Nerd: There’s no atmosphere in space!

But there’s pressure and junk isn’t there?

Nerd: The pressure is pulling the mass into the centre which keeps the planet whole.

Do you think we could step on Jupiter?

Nerd: I don’t know.

I thought you knew space!

Nerd: I do biology! To get into a biology degree, I did a bunch of biology based subjects! Why would I know anything about space?

I dunno.

I guess if you look like a nerd people just presume.

Nerd: I’ve personally found it’s the confidence. If you act confident enough then everyone presumes you know exactly what you’re doing and you’re in control, no matter how out of place you look.

I’ll drink to that!

Wait, in what situation would you have learnt this!?!

Nerd: I have a bad habit of accidentally going to the wrong class and just going along with it rather than anything else. Although I should say I did fantastic in that architectural history class. But this habit has caused some awkward situations. I have also impersonated a store manager to explain why me and my friend were there when really he ran into the warehouse searching for a kitten.

HAH

That’s brilliant

Using your nerdy powers to overthrow society.

Does this mean you’re a liar?

Nerd: I call it ‘managing life’.

HAH

Sounds about right.

Why are you awake at this time?

Nerd: I could ask you that.

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Sander Sides High School Host Club

Sanders Sides OHSHC-

This is simply a bullet fic for a Sanders Sides version of Ouran High School Host Club. Everyone is Supernatural except for Virgil, and if y’all like it enough, I will turn it into a full fledged fic. Just let me know!!

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Original Character= Sander Side -supernatural identity- tattoo that shows supernatural identity Haruhi=Virgil -human- ??? Tamaki=Janus -shapeshifter- dice surrounded by various shapes Kyouya=Logan -vampire- fangs with a moon and cross Hikaru=Patton -Cupid- bow&arrow w/ heart Kaoru=Emile -Siren- musical notes with emoji Hunny=Roman -fae- willow tree and red mushrooms Mori=Remy -sandman- hourglass combines with a sandstorm Renge=Remus -fae- willow tree and green mushrooms

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~A bunch of freaking people talking loudly in a freaking library!~

Virgil – [Sigh] ~This place has four library rooms. You'd think one of them would be quiet.~

~How are things in heaven Andy? I can't believe it's been ten years already. I'm beginning to think that rich kids only come to school to have a good time.~

~An abandoned living room. I guess this is the only place I'll be able to study in peace and quiet.~

[Gets buried in an avalanche of petals]

Sides Host Club – "Welcome!"

Virgil– ~When I opened the door, I found the Host Club.~

Janus *background/narration/janus answer to Virgil’s ‘whaaa???’*– "Only those with excellent social standing, filthy rich families, and are supernatural creatures are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Sides Academy. The Sides Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain other handsome boys who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Sides Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich, supernatural, and beautiful."

Virgil – "This is a cult?"

Patton– "Oh wow, it's a new boy!"

Logan – "Patton, Emile, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he?"

Emile– "Yeah, but he's so shy and quite! He doesn't act very sociably, so we don't know much about him."

Logan – "Hm. Well, that wasn't very polite." "Welcome to the Sides Host Club, Mr. Honor Student."

Janus – "What? You must be Virgil Storm! You're the exceptional honor student we've heard about."

Virgil – "How did you know my name?"

Roman– "Why, you're infamous. It's not every day that a commoner gains entrance into our academy. You must have a lot of nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student cutie."

Virgil– "Boi, excuse me?"

Janus – "You're excused. You're a hero to other poor people, Storm. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy. It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others."

Virgil– "Ahhh, you’re that type of asshole. I think you're taking this "poor" thing too far."

Janus – "Spurned. Neglected. But that doesn't matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you poor man, to our world of beauty."

Virgil– "Bitch, bye. I'm outta here."

Patton– "Hey! Come back here BFF Virgil! You must be like a superhero or something. That's so cool!"

Virgil– "I'm not a hero. I'm an honor student. And who are you calling "BFF Virgil!?"

Janus – "I never would've imagined the famous scholar would be so openly gay."

Virgil – "Openly what? BITCH WE’RE ALL GAY! There are no girls at this school! It’s like, a requirement or something!"

Janus *not listening*– "So tell me what kind of guys you're into. Do you like the strong, silent type? Because we don’t have that. We have Remy instead.

Remy- “You got that right babes. Silence is weakness. That’s why I always be slurping Starbees! *siiiippppp*”

Janus- Then there’s the boy Lolita? That’s Pat and Em! How about the princely type, Roman, or the cool nerd type, Logan?"

Virgil– "None! I was just looking for a quiet place to study."

Janus – "Or maybe... You're into a guy like me. *winky winky nudge nudge* What do you say?"

Virgil– "I will slap you. Back away!"

~Joan enters to see what the club was up too, and hears a ‘crackboom’. He turns to the noise, and sees the club standing over his broken vase.

Joan- “BROOOOOOOO! No effin' way, dude! Who broke this vase? Who broke this vase? Seriously, guys. Everyone who's here at my awesome party... this huge crowd of people that's definitely here right now...”

Virgil- *Mumbling* “Oh my go- wait, are they drunk? Why are they talking like that?”

Joan- “Somebody broke my grandma's vase. And that was the last thing she gave to me... to sell for about 75 thousand dollars! I swear to all things football and/or skateboarding that I will find you. Don't make me cry these incredibly manly tears! Anyone can speak up here and be a part of this scene. Especially those of us who aren't imagined and are actually here on the stage.”

Janus, Logan, Patton, Emile, Roman, and Remy all facepalm.

Joan- “Like, not the people who are imagined to be here through means of suspension of disbelief.”

Logan- I do not understand theatre. Joan, you don’t have to practice your script right now! Besides, you literally watched Virgil break it.”

Joan- “True, but I was very convincing! Now, ima go, but y’all should have the new guy do indentured servitude or something, because that’s the typically way a teenager pays for breaking a vase. Bye!”

All- “Bye Joan!”

Virgil- *gulping and looking around the room*"Uh, I'm gonna have to pay you back."

Remy – "With what money? Babes, you can't even afford a school uniform."

Roman – "What's with that grubby outfit you've got on anyway?"

Virgil- “Hmm, don’t like you either asshat.”

Logan – "Well, what do you think we should do Janus?"

Janus– "There's a famous saying you may have heard Virgil, "When in Rome, you should do as the Romans do." Since you have no money, you can pay with your body!”

Virgil- *raises an eyebrow, flips him off, and moves to leave*

Logan- *grabbing Virgil’s arm and pulling him back* “He doesn’t mean like that! He means-“

Janus- * interrupting* “That means starting today, you're the Host Club's errand boi!"

(Scene change)

Virgil– ~I don't know if I can handle this Andy. I've been captured by a bunch of boys that are calling themselves a host club.~ [Indistinct chattering] Brian– "Um, Janus, what's your favorite song?"

Janus– "What song? The one that reminds me of you, of course."

Steve (the stove) – "I baked you a cake today. Would you like to taste it?"

Janus– "Only if you'll feed it to me darling."

Bill (the drill) – "Oh wow. You're so dreamy."

Chad – "May I have a word with you Janus?"

Janus and Bill – "Huh?"

Chad– "I've recently heard the Host Club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree."

Janus– "I don't know if I'd call him that. Speak of the devil! Thanks for doing the shopping Count Woe-laf! Did you get everything on our list?"

Virgil– "What? If Roman can’t call me that neither can you. Now here’s your food."

Remy– "Hey, wait a minute, what is this?"

Virgil– "Just what it looks like. It's coffee."

Remy – "I've never seen this kind before. Is this Dunkin Donuts?"

Virgil – *rolling his eyes* "Holy fucking shit. It's just Krueger coffee pods. I even got Starbucks brand!”

Everyone– "It's coffee pods?"

Remy – "Whoa! I've heard of this before. It's commoners' coffee. You just place it into a machine."

Steve – "I didn't know there was such a thing."

Brian – "So it's true then. Poor people don't even have enough money to buy Starbucks from Starbucks!"

Chad – "Mm hmm!"

Virgil- “No, it’s just Starbucks coffee pods. For home. It’s convenient you preppy asshats.”

Logan– *winks* "Commoners are pretty smart and convenient."

Roman – "68 cents per pod?"

Patton – "That's a lot less than we normally pay!"

Virgil – "I'll go back and get regular Starbucks. Excuse me for not knowing y’all orders."

Remy – "No, I'll keep it."

Crowd – [Gasp]

Remy– "I'm going to give it a try."

Crowd – [Gasp]

Remy – "I will drink this coffee!"

Crowd – [Applause]

Remy – "Alright Virgil, get over here and make me some of this commoners' coffee."

Virgil– ~I hate all these damn rich people.~

Chad– "Oh Janus, Logan, now they’re taking the joke too far. His palate won't be able to stomach that crap. Y’all don't have to drink it just because he bought it."

Virgil- "With all do respect, what?"

Chad*verychadlike* – "I'm sorry. I was talking to myself."

Virgil– "Bitc-"

Emile– "Virgil!"

Virgil – "Eh, I'm comin'" "Here."

Remy – "Let the tasting begin."

Brian – "I'm a little scared to drink this stuff."

Jon – "I'm afraid if I drink this my father will yell at me."

Roman– "What if I let you drink it from my mouth?"

Jon – "Well then I would drink it."

Guys – [Squealing]

Virgil – ~This is ridiculous.~

(Scene change)

Emile– [Giggle] "So he had a cookie jar hidden in our room."

Patton– "Emile! Don't tell them that story. I asked you not to tell anyone that. Why are you so mean to me?"

Emile– "I'm sorry Patton."

Guys – [Gasp]

Emile – "I didn't mean to upset you, but you were so adorable when it happened, I had to tell them. I'm sorry."

Patton– "I forgive you."

Guys – [Squeal] "I've never seen roommate love quite like that."

Virgil– "What are they so excited about? I just don't get it."

Roman – [dramatic entrance] "Sorry, we're running late."

Jon – "Hello Roman. Hey Remy."

Apollo – "We've been waiting here for you guys, hi"

Roman– "I'm sorry. I was waiting for Remy to finish his party plans and I simply couldn’t leave a man behind! *wrapping his arms around Remy* especially not the handsomest prince in the world!"

Guys – [Gasp] "So cute!" [Giggling]

Virgil– "Is Roman really a prince?"

Logan – "Roman may seem dramatic, but he is a fae prince."

Virgil – "Really? Damn."

Logan– "And then Remy allure is he’s a sassy, coffee-addicted sandman."

Virgil- "Interesting... tell me more?"

Logan- “Well, Emile is a siren. Patton is a Cupid.”

Virgil-*suprised Pikachu face* “seriously?”

Patton– "Vergie!"

Virgil– [Yelp]

Patton– "Hey Virgie, do you want to go have some cookies with me?"

Virgil– "Thanks, but I don't really like cookies."

Emile– "Then how would you like to hold my Stitch?"

Virgil– "I'm not into stuffed animals."

Emile– "Don’t worry! Stitch isn’t a mere stuffed animal! You look stressed. Stitch is enchanted, he brings luck and happiness to the holder.”

Virgil– [Gasp] "Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt?"

Emile and Patton– [Gasp] *REALIZATION!* "Take good care of him, okay?" [Laugh]

Logan– "You'll notice that our club utilizes each man's unique characteristics to cater to the desires of our guests. Just so you know, Janus is number one around here. He's the king. Just don’t tell Roman. Janus’s request rate is 70%."

Virgil- "What's this world coming to? So, what is he?"

Logan- “Janus is a shapeshifter.”

Virgil- “Figures”

Logan– "And in order for you to pay off your 75 thousand dollar debt with us, you will act as the Sides Host Club's errand boy until you graduate. You can try to run away if you want to Virgil, but just so you know, I can find you anywhere you go. By the way, do you have a passport?"

Virgil – "Huh? What does that matter? And how could you find me? You never told me what you are."

Logan: “oh, of course. *smiles slowly, showing fangs.* “I’m a vampire.”

Virgil~eyes widened. Crap. Why does the one I like best have to be the most dangerous?~

Janus – "You're going to have to work hard to pay off that debt, my little emo." [Blow]

Virgil– [Hyperventilating] "Please don't do that again. Fight or flight, I will punch you."

Janus– "You need a makeover or no guys going to look twice at you."

Virgil – "You seem to be looking at me just fine. Besides, I’m not trying to get guys to look at me."

Janus– "Are you kidding me? That's the most important thing. You have to learn to be a gentleman and please the masses, like me."

Virgil– "I just don't think it's all that important."

Janus– "Hm?"

Virgil– "Why should I care about appearances and labels anyway? I mean, all that really matters is what's on the inside right? I don't understand why you even have a host club like this."

Janus– "It's a cruel reality, isn't it?

Virgil– [Grunt]

Janus– "It's not often that God creates a perfect person like moi, beautiful both inside and out."

Virgil– "And vein all around?"

Janus– "I understand how you feel since not everyone is blessed as I am, but you must console yourself. Otherwise how would you go on living? And think about this Virgil. Why do you think they put works of art in museums? Because beauty should be shared with the world, and those born beautiful should-“

Virgil-(~There's a word to describe people like him.~)

Janus- “promote other beautiful things. That's why I started this club in the first place. I did it for those who are-“

Virgil-(~Hmm. What is it?~)

Janus- “starved for beauty. For those working day and night, pursuing beauty. And although

Virgil-(~Aw man, I wish I could remember that word. Hmmm~)

Janus-“your looks may be average, and you have a few negative characteristics, I've chosen to share my expertise with you. Here's a tip. When setting down your glass, extend your pinky finger as a cushion, and that way when you set it down you won't be making a lot of noise. Gentlemen do not make loud sounds. Besides,” Virgil-(~"a pain in the neck"?~)

Janus-“a gentleman looks much more refined”

Virgil-(~No, there's something that fits him perfectly, better than that~)

Janus-“that way. I like to check my reflection.., but above all else ? Virgil, you must remember, how effective a glance to the side can be.”

Virgil- “Ha. I got it!”

Janus-“Oh, did I strike a chord?”

Virgil- You’re Obnoxious!"

Janus*sulking*

Virgil – "Uh, I'm sorry Janus. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings."

Roman and Remy– [Laugh]

Roman– "You're a hero alright."

Remy – "Uh-huh."

Virgil– ~But he is a pain in the neck.~ "I'm sorry Jan, but your lesson did strike a small chord with me."

Janus– "Really? It did? Let me teach you more, my friend."

Virgil– "Well, he got over that quick."

Janus- “Emile!”

Emile – "Boss?"

Janus– "Call me King."

Roman- “Nope, that’s me! Try again.”

Janus- “Fine. Call me Emperor Now where was I?”

Emile– “I think you were wanting to make Virgil a host. You can teach him all the basics of hosting..."

Patton– "But he's not going to get very far with the fellas if he doesn't look the part you know. HE NEEDS A MAKEOVER!!!"

Virgil– "I thought I already vetoed that?"

Roman– "Yes! Maybe if we moved his bangs out of his eyes it could help."

Virgil– "Hey! I happen to like bangs in my eyes! STEP AWAY FROM THE BRUSH! NO!!!"

Remy Attack Virgil with a hairbrush

Remy realization*

Logan– [Gasp] "Remy."

Remy – "Got it!"

Virgil– "Huh? Bitch what the hell is going on??" [Yell]

Roman– "Emile, what’s the number to my hairstylist?“

Patton – "What about me Lolo?"

Logan– "Patton."

Patton– "Yes sir!"

Logan– "You... go make some cookies."

Patton – "Ok! Virgil, what’s your favorite type of cookie?? You know what, I’ll just make them all!"

Remy – "Here! Change into this uniform."

Virgil– "What? Why?"

Remy– "Don't ask questions!"

Virgil– "No way! Screw you! You know what, I'll change, but you have to GET OUT!"

Remy – [Yell] [Stutter] "Huh?"

Logan– [Sigh]

(Scene change)

Virgil– "Um, guys?"

Janus– "Aren't you done changing yet?"

Logan– "Hmmm?"

Virgil– "You sure it's really okay for me to keep this uniform?"

Patton– "Cute! You're super pretty! Adorable!"

Emile– "Verge, you look so cute!"

Roman– "If we had known that's how you really look..."

Remy– "We would've helped you out sooner. You’re actually pretty hot..."

Logan– "Who knows? Maybe he'll draw in some customers. And I agree, he is extremely aesthetically appeasing."

Janus – "You know, that's just what I was thinking. Our errand boy is moving up the ranks. Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club. I will personally train you to be a first-rate host. If you can get 100 customers to request your service, we will completely forget about your $75,000 debt."

Virgil – "A host? You people are fucking crazy. And I don’t want you to train me. You are an asshole."

Logan- “Janus? Do you mind if I train him? It could be educational.”

Janus- *slightly offended snake sounds* “If you can get the ungrateful, sassy, mean emo to agree, you can train him.”

Logan- “Virgil, can~”

Virgil- “I’ll let the hot nerd train me. I like him.”

Everyone looks between an extremely pleased Logan and a smug Virgil. ‘Interesting’

(Insert fluffy, flirty Analogical scene of Virgil learning how to be a ‘proper host’ and the others spying)

(Scene change)

Alfredo– "So, tell me Virgil. Do you have any hobbies? What do you like to do?"

Herbert– "I'm curious, what kind of products do you use on your skin?"

Boy(I’m running out of Thomas’s male character names)– "Yes, it's so pretty."

Virgil– ~I can't do this anymore. I’m sorry Logan, but I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. And these people are staring to get annoying. And invasive...~

Boys – "So why did you join the Host Club Virgil?" [Giggle]

Virgil– "Uh." ~All I have to do is get 100 customers to request me, and they'll forget about my $75,000 debt. I just have to seem interesting. Oh! I know just the story.~

(Words)

Alfredo – "I see, your brother was sick and passed away two years ago. Who do you bond with now?"

Virgil– "Oh, I‘m just kind of by myself now. My brother was my best friend and confidante, so I found it hard to make friends since he passed. Now all I have is my Uncle, but he is pretty great, and I have managed to make it through okay."

Herbert – "So uh..."

Boy – "Is it okay if tomorrow..."

Alfredo – "We request to sit with you again?"

Virgil– "Yeah, I'd really appreciate that guys. Y’all are great listeners, and I am interested to hear about y’all next time." *smirk*

Boys- [stifled shrieking]

Roman – "Why is he so popular?"

Logan– "He's a natural."

Janus– "Apparently he didn’t even need training."

Chad– "Have you forgotten about me?"

Janus – "Oh, no. Sorry prince. I'm just a little concerned about our newest host."

Chad – "Well that's obvious Jan. You and Logan sure have been keeping an eye on him."

Janus – "Of course. I have to. I need to make sure he a good host, and Logan is training him to be a gentleman."

Boys – [Giggling]

Janus – "Virgil! Come here for a minute."

Virgil– "What's up?"

Janus– "I'd like you to meet someone. This is my regular guest, Prince Chad."

Virgil– [Gasp] ~It's that asshole from earlier~ "Sir, it's a ‘absolute’ pleasure to meet you."

Janus – "That was so cute! That air of bashfulness was very good! Super good! Amazingly good!"

Chad – "Uh, Logan, what is happening?"

Logan– "Virgil is adorable, so Janus is trying to show affection and make Virgil like him better than me."

Virgil– "Roman! Save me!"

Janus – "Nope, mine now!"

Roman– *Whacks Janus with his sword and grabs Virgil bridal style* [Realization Gasp]

Janus– "Damn it Roman, you didn’t have to go that far. Come on little emo, let your best friend give you a big hug."

Virgil– "Ok. Patton! Janus says I need a hug."

Laughing and offended noises, then Patton jumping in Virgil arms for a giant hug. Guests are very amused, and Chad is very pissed

(Scene change)

Virgil-"Hey, what happened to my bag? [looks out window and sees bag in fountain] Uh, are you kidding me? How did that happen? I didn't think there were bullies at this school. I guess those asshats are everywhere. They’re like McDonalds."

Virgil runs towards the fountain

Chad – "Oh! It's you again. I bet you love having Janus and Logan making you over and fawning over you. It's useless though. You're always going to be a second-class citizen.”

Virgil – ~I bet my Tim Burton posters that he is the bastard that threw my bag in the fountain. I can't be bothered with him right now though. I've gotta find my wallet or I won't have any money for food this week.~

Remy– "Hey, tiny emo! You've got some nerve skipping out on the club like that. Why is your bag all wet?"

Virgil– "It's no big deal. I got it. I just can't find my food money."

Remy– "Hm?"

[jumps into the fountain after taking off his sunglasses]

Virgil– "Hey, you don't have to do that. You'll get wet. And why the hell did you only take off your sunglasses? That does nothing!"

Remy – "A little water never hurt anyone. Besides, people are always telling me that I'm dripping with good looks. Oh, hang on a second. This what you're looking for? What's the matter, you're staring off into space. Ooo! Please tell me your falling for me. Because Logan is gonna be pissed! "

Virgil– "No way!"

Remy– "How did your bag end up in the fountain anyway?"

Virgil– "Well uh, I guess I accidentally dropped it out the window at some point."

(Scene change)

Chad – "Oh really? That must've been terrible. I can't imagine what I'd do if my bag fell into the fountain."

Virgil – ~Why did he request me when it's obvious he doesn't like me? He has a plan. Ima end up decking this guy...~

Chad– "And you actually made Remy search that dirty old thing with you. How astonishing! You do realize he's a blueblood and not a commoner, right? The only reason any of them are paying attention to you is because they’re trying to turn you into a gentleman."

Virgil– [Gasp] ~Dis bitch wanna get punched ~

Chad– "Don't start thinking he cares about you just because he's doting on you."

Virgil– "Now I understand. You're jealous of me."

[grabs Virgil’s arm and yanks to where Virgil knocks the table over and lands on top of Chad]

Chad – [Scream] "No, Virgil! Leave me alone! Somebody help, he just attacked me!"

Virgil– "Bitch please."

Chad– "Somebody do something! Teach this commoner a lesson!"

[Emile and Patton dump water on the two]

Virgil– "Honestly, what the fuck is with you guys?"

Chad – "Why did you do that? Do something, Janus. Virgil just assaulted me."

Janus – "I'm disappointed in you. You threw his bag into the fountain, didn't you?"

Chad – "You don't know that. Do you have any proof that I did?"

Remy- “Yeah, babes, we got proof. It’s called we’re not fucking stupid. Or blind.”

Logan– "You know, you're a handsome guy, but you aren't classy enough to be our guest. If there's one thing I know, Virgil is not that kind of a man."

Chad– "But, why? You are all idiots!" [Cry]

Janus– "Hmmm... Now how am I going to punish you? Because it is your fault after all. Your quota is now 1000!"

Virgil– "Huh? 1000? My fault? Why yo-"

Patton– "Come on. I got high expectations for you, kiddo!"

Virgil– "Really?"

Emile– "Yep! This is the only spare uniform we have. Sorry, but it's better than a wet one, right?"

Virgil– "Thanks a lot you guys. I'm gonna go change."

(Scene change)

Janus – "Virgil, here you go. I brought you some towels."

Virgil– [Gasp] “Please get the hell out!”

Janus blanches and leaves

Virgil walks out in the uniform that shows ones supernatural identity tattoo. It shows off storm clouds and lightning, a rare tattoo but one that’s signifies humanity.

Janus– "Virgil."

Virgil– "Yeah?"

Janus– "So, you're a human?"

Virgil– "No shit Sherlock, yeah. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Janus– “No! I think you are awesome even if you’re human. Who else knows?”

Logan, Patton, Emile, Remy, and Roman all raise their hands

Janus-[Scream]

Virgil– "Listen guys, I don't really care whether you recognize me as a human or not. In my opinion, it's more important for a person to be recognized for who they are rather than for what supernatural identity you have."

Everyone nods

Virgil– ([Stammering]) "Uh, you know, I have to say Logan, I thought you were pretty cool earlier."

Logan– [Stammering]

Virgil *blushing*- “Logan, I know that you figured it out as soon as you saw me. Thank you for not saying anything, that was very cool of you.”

Logan *also blushing* -“Ah, umm, ehh, it is no problem. You’re welcome.”

Emile, nudging Patton and both giggling– "Well isn't this an interesting development?"

Roman and Remy – "Oh, yeah."

Janus – "Now, I could be wrong but I think we may be witnessing the beginnings of love here. Can’t believe that nerd stole the hot emo right out from under me with words. Ssssssssuck up!"

Patton- “Janus, kiddo, your name isn’t Jealous.”

Remy- “Yeah! Calm thy snaktitties.”

Roman- “Snake tits. Snake titties. Snitties.”

Roman and Remy- “OH MY GOSH SNITTIES!”

Emile- “Common guys. We are not a love to hate tumblr post.”

Roman and Remy- *chanting* “SNITTIES, SNITTIES, SNITTIES, SNITT-“

Janus- *chasing Roman and Remy around with a broom* “SAY IT ONE MORE DAMN TIME!”

Virgil- “You know, this might be fun, I actually enjoy being a Host...”

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too-scared-to-do-this · 4 years ago

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Of the Devil’s head

(Bonus) Chapter fourteen - In search for Happiness

Sander’s sides fanfiction

Wordcount: 2228

Ship: prinxiety

TW: cursing, hurt, very vague description of sickness and dying, Remi being my version of Remi, some cute angst I guess - but not really. If anything else, just let me know :3

Summary of the whole story: They say, the one that wears the crown rules all - the living, the dead, the walking, the crawling, the rooted, the sane and the mad. They say, once you own the crown, you become the most powerful being on Earth and beyond. Roman’s stolen bigger things - a measly little crown won’t present a problem, even if he has to steel it straight off of the devils head!

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Chapter fourteen - In search for Happiness

It’s been four years since Roman left Hell.

Four years since he last saw his bellowed Devil. Virgil.

How nice that name rang in his head. He smiled to himself as he pushed yet another branch out of his way. The forest seemed to have gotten thicker since the last time he walked this rout. (Which was like two weeks ago.)

It’s become somewhat of a habit - walking around the kingdom looking for the entrance every couple of weeks - after he didn’t find it in the forest the next time he went.

Apparently, those signs weren’t bullshit after all. The entrance relocated as often as the moon changed positions…

But Roman made a promise. And when this former thief makes a promise, he keeps it.

So he pushed on, branch after branch, tear in the shirt, a thorn in the palm.

He just hoped the signs would actually show up at some point and his search wouldn’t end up, once again, useless.

It was getting colder, the sun setting through the crowns of the threes. Roman looked up for a second. He would have to turn back soon-

Aaaand he was falling.

Where? He had no idea. How? Not sure. Why? Again, he was clueless. But was he screaming? Without a doubt. “Fucking Heeeeell!!!!”

“Ow…” he hit the ground with a thud. It must have been at least a couple of feet that he fell. How the hell did he not break anything?

Wait! He moved his libs cautiously. No. Nothing broken. But bruised and purple in the next few hours, for sure!

God, his lungs hurt! The impact knocked the air out of them. He rolled onto his back.

And now, Roman was just laying clueless, looking at the irregular ceiling of the whole. With spears pointed at him.

“Am…” he swallowed. “Hi.”

At least he knew where he was now.

The Demons didn’t even budge. just stared at him with all their weird eyes.

“-and that just made him redder! like, hon, you literally can’t imagine! He was red! I’m telling ya! Red! And then I said, ‘It’s not like I was talking about his dic- oh my Hades!”

Oh, beautiful Persephone… Why?

“No way! You actually came back! What a fucking surprise!” Remi crouched over the poor being. “I didn’t expect to see you ever again. Nobody did honestly. You seemed too… how would I say this - simple minded? - to find your way back? But look at you! In parts but in Hell!”

“You know this thing?” one of the guards granted.

Remi turned to him, all offended. “Excuse me - know? I not just know him! We’re good friends! So step back, idiots. He’s under my protection.”

“Gods, I forgot you even existed…” Roman groaned collecting all his bones off of the floor.

Remi just grinned. “Love you too, boo. You’ll take me out for a coffee as thanks.”

“What, you can walk freely in and out of Hell now?” the former thief once agan groaned as he sat up fully.

“Give it a couple of years and I will! But anyways, it’s good that you’re here.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah! The guards were starting to bore me.”

“Well.” why was he not even surprised? “Where’s Virgil?”

“Oh yeaaah, he’s still alive. I completely forgot about him.”

“How can you forget about your own Devil?”

Remi shrugged, glasses somehow glistening even though there was literally no light down here. “He’s not much of a Devil now. More like what’s left of him.”

Roman’s brows furrowed. He pushed himself onto his feet, wincing a little. Maybe not broken, but pretty hurt. “What do you mean?”

“He’s an idiot, that’s what I mean.” the Demon shrugged again, fanged grin sliding back onto place. “Aaanyways!” he started walking of to Gods-know-where. Roman hurried after as fast as he could. “How much did you hear after you fell? Cause, like, it get’s juicy and I don’t want any missing details!”

“Am… Where are we going exactly? Are you taking me to him? And, what are you talking about?”

“Whatever. I’ll just start from the beginning! So, there I was all like-“

An interesting fact about the Human brain is that it is able to shut out everything once you are deep enough in thoughts. But, no matter how loud your thoughts get, or how deep you dig yourself, you can’t shut out Remington.

So Roman had no choice but to listen to that annoying being yapping on about - surprise, surprise - coffee.

It’s been four years. Makes you wonder how longs he’s been chewing people’s ears of with his “struggles”.

The liveling’s sense of time wasn’t the greatest. But he’s sure it’s been more then an hour that they’ve been walking. It must have been! Right?

It was ten minutes. But Roman didn’t know that.

It wasn’t even Remi’s fault. He kinda liked the guy. In a twisted, self-deprecating way.

“-oh yeah! And he was like ‘Well if you want it so bad! Why don’t you just go and get some?! And I was like ‘I can’t! I’m fucking stuck in Hell! And that was meant as literally as metaphorically, believe me! But anyways.” the demon stopped. “This is you. Enjoy him while you can!”

“You’re not coming?”

“Oh nooo! I don’t want to be around that slump. He bums me out!” Remi shook his head vehemently. And the murmured something under his breath that roman just barely caught. “Besides, I can hear him thinking even from hear. I don’t need to be that close.”

“So… I can just walk in?”

“Oh, sure babe! You’ve got nothing better to do anyways. Unlike me. So, byeeeee!” and he was off, long strides across the endless hallway. His hips moving completely over-done with every step.

Roman gulped. Looked at the giant wooden double door.

He’s been waiting for this exact moment for the past four years. Behind these doors was the being he loved.

He didn’t even hesitate.

With much more force then he expected to need he pushed the doors open and walked in.

The familiarity of this place was truly scare. His eyes glided over the place he tried to hide behind the stone beams. The place they sat together, him admiring the beautiful sight of Virgil’s wings. (Somewhere in the background he heard a tiny hiss, but he didn’t really register it.)

The magnificent high ceiling.

And the throne. The cold, uncomfortable stone throne. And on it, Virgil. Cooped up in a loose ball, his back to Roman.

Roman couldn’t help the happy laugh that bubble out of him. “Virgil!”

The being stiffened. Was that… could that really be…? He sat up, too fast for his body’s liking and turned his head towards the voice. He gasped quietly and shakily. “You…”

And there he was, the most beautiful and kindest creature Roman has ever seen. Looking at him with his wide cloudy eyes as if he was a dream. And all that idiot managed to say was: “You look like shit.”

Virgil just raised an amused eyebrow. “Thanks, but you’re not better yourself.”

“Ah well, you know. I just went through literal Hell to get to you.”

“I’ve been living in ‘literal Hell’ all my life. I think I win.” the Devil snickered, ending with a cough. “But seriously. You gotta get those scars checked out. I’ll call for the medics.” he pushed himself off of that throne, made two steps and fell backwards. Back against the throne. “Yeah. Maybe not.”

“Gods, what happened to you?” Romans worried voice rang through the whole place. “I though Devil’s are supposed to be immortal!” he rushed over to the being.

“Ah well, you know. Not when there’s a Human running around with their name constantly on his mind.” V shrugged. As if it was nothing. As if the fact that his non-life wasn’t about to end in like a year. It was supposed to be a least twelve years of life - apparently roman couldn’t get him out of his head, not even for a moment.

“So… You’re dying?”

“Kinda, I guess?”

“But… if the name is so important, why did you tell me?”

“Am… I kinda saved your soul after you left? I erased yours so you’d be able to go to Heaven once you actually die. I didn’t really think you’d come back. And living millennia knowing you won’t ever see someone you love…” the Devil cast his eyes down. “…yeah…”

“You erased my name from your memory?”

“Yeah.”

“That annoying little demon was right. You’re a complete moron.” Roman sighed exhasparatedly.

Virgil blinked. “Excuse me, what?”

“You’re an idiot. You’re a complete and utter idiot.”

“Because I tried to save your soul…?”

“What even made you think I’d want to go to heaven?”

The Devil pursed his lips. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that panic attack you had when you saw all those damned souls getting tortured?”

Roman stared at him. Eyes cold and face neutral. And then he smacked his lips. “Okay. That’s a valid reason.”

“Well, I know!”

“But still. It doesn’t give you the right to decide for me. I should get to decide where I want to end up. And that’s here. With you.”

Virgil just watched the nameless Human crouching in front of him.

“Besides. I made a promise. And Roman always keeps his promises.” the liveling smiled.

Roman. Yeah. That was his name.

Suddenly all the memories of him saying Roman’s name rushed back into Virgil’s mind. He loved that name. “Now your soul will forever be doomed to stay here…”

“I don’t really mind actually.” Roman shrugged and settled down next to his demon pulling him close.

The shorter creature instinctively curled up at his side. He missed this. He missed him.

“So, there’s no curing you?”

“Not that I know off…” Virgil shrugged sadly. “I’m sorry…”

Roman pulled him even closer, careful with how fragile his dear seemed. “We’ll come up with something. I promise.”

“And you always keep your promises.”

“Yes, I do!” Roman grinned.

A moment of silence comfortable silence passed. Full of happiness but heavy with fear of what’s next… Then the former thief asked: “Was there a moment you regrated erasing my name?”

“Hm.” that signature nose-laugh. Roman missed that. “A couple actually. I really wanted to believe you’d come back eventually. The first time I ran straight to Remington and begged him to tell me your name.”

“And?”

“And I said: ‘I donno, who cares?’” Remi stepped through the open doors, hips swinging - like the true deva he is. Something in his hands. “No offence, hon, but I forgot the moment you mentioned it. Unlike me, you’re not the most memorable.”

“And yet you remember me.” Roman smirked.

“Agh. You disgust me, Human.”

The sitting pair just laughed. “What’s up Remi? Haven’t seen you around much.” Virgil asked, voice noticeably weaker than the last time Remi had heart it.

“Look what I’ve got.” he grinned letting the thing he was holding fall to their feet with a loud bang. A book.

Remi sat down in front of it. “You were getting really annoying with that ‘I’m so dying’ act. Honestly, Virgie, you were even more boring than before this thing showed up.” he rolled his eyes, nodding towards Roman. “So, I actually read a book. God I was so bored! But anyways, you see, in my reading -“

“Wait, you actually read?” V’s expression was so surprised it almost made Roman laugh. But he had the decency the at least conseil it as a cough.

“Well, I forced the souls to read it for me and then threw them into the pit if it wasn’t interesting enough.

“Now that makes much more sense.” the Devil laughed.

“As I was saying, in my reading, stumbled upon this one. It talks about name-power and all that jazzy stuff.”

“That’s great Remi, but why are you telling us?”

“Just wait a little, will you? I’m getting there! There’s a cure.”

“A cure?” Roman peeped up, eyes and voice both full of hope. “As in to save Virgil?”

“Yeah. Turns out you just gotta say your name again.” Remington shrugged, leaning back. His job was done. Now he could go back to not caring ever again. It is exhausting.

“Well, we did that and nothing.” the Human breathed, happiness flailing away. Virgil also seemed a little more bummed. But the devil never let’s his hopes up high, so they don’t fall too low.

“Hollow-head! Nothing happens overnight! Give it a couple more days. Like a weak or two. And you’ll be good as new.” the demon grinned at the king.

“So he’s going to be okay?” Roman asked shivering with happy anticipation.

“Yes. Now excuse me. I gotta get this back to Gory - I stool it from the library when she wasn’t looking.” Remi stood up clearing his throat. Signature grin in place, book under his armpit.

He was almost out the door when a fleeting thought of Virgil’s caught his ear. “Thank you.”

Remi looked back at the Devil. He was smiling at Roman, who talked animatedly about Hades-knows-what. he hasn’t seen him smile like that in literal forever.

For the first time, Virgil seemed truly happy.

Remi turned back and walked out the door. He wasn’t needed anymore.

“Always.”

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That old chatter-box really cares! He spent month digging through that monstrous library to find anything about the names - but he would never actually admit it.

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Surprise, surpruse!!

A bonus chapter! Because I’m not that cruel XD

But in all honesty, I personally, while loving a good happy end, rather read a story with some open-ended angst. Makes me angry? Yes. Makes me want to come up with all these scenarios it could continue with? Absolutely! So yeah...

I would’ve uploaded this sooner, but had the most full and stressful and yet relaxing week ever (Don’t ask me how that works. I am still confused.), So here it is now :)

Thanks for sticking around guys! Love you! <3

And as always, hope you enjoyed :3

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whereisstevethestove · 4 years ago

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Sight Chapter Four

Chapter Three Here

AO3

In which we return to the present. Also, Patton and Virgil grapple with sharing a body.

“He’s not breathing.” October muttered as he finished the current test salve and dumped it onto Virgil’s hands. The teen had a heartbeat, his chest was rising and falling, but there wasn’t any air moving through him, even as they started CPR.

“October, do you need me to take over?” Remy was back, ushering Logan to a seat before going to stand next to him. “Is it working?”

“No, and if it doesn’t kick in now, he’ll Haunt and I literally just took care of one that showed up here.”

“You have a Haunt problem?”

“Had.” October snapped as Virgil gave a gasping cry and his eyes flared open, one a smoke grey, the other the normal brown that the wicca recognized.

“Where am I!” Virgil hissed and sat up, and Remy pulled October back as the teen raised his arms, his body breaking down into dust and reforming wildly. “Who are you?” Logan stood and he took a few steps forward to reach out and grab Remy’s jacket. “I believe the proper question is who are you?”

…

Hey, dickwad! Give me my body back! Virgil pressed against Patton, who in turn shoved his consciousness back at him.

“No, I won fair and square. And watch your language kiddo!” Patton looked at the three men that were watching- well one of them looked blind, but that was a question for later, as this host was refusing to let him be in control.

Did not! I was here first! Virgil snapped. My body follows my rules, so I get to be in charge.

Patton mentally opened a box in the mind before picking Virgil’s consciousness up and stuffing it in. “Give me five minutes kiddo, then you can have your body back and I’ll let up.”

Ugh fine.

“Teenagers, you never change.” Patton said fondly before putting the lid on the box and looking back to the three people. “I’m Patton. Now can you please tell me where am I? And who are you?”

The blind kid spoke up first. “You’re currently possessing my friend… Patton.”

“Yeppers! Sorry about that, but you know, right time, right place, you gotta take the chances you know?”

The tallest of the group glared. “You should’ve known to stick to your place phantom. You’re unstable and it’s a miracle that Virgil’s body hasn’t fragmented into a Haunt.”

Patton held his, no Virgil’s hands out, inspecting the way that the body broke down and reformed, whorling lazily. Yeah, this body would hold up with two minds sharing it, there was no reason for the tall one to be worried. “I think we’re fine.

Oh go suck a dick.

“Shut it Virgil, it’s my turn.” Patton muttered. “I promise to work out a schedule with you later.”

The tall one spoke again. “Patton. Do you remember anything before this?”

Patton nodded. “Yeah, there was this guy… Q-- Q something, it’s hazy. I was cold and lonely for a long time, but when Virgil got close, I saw a chance to be warm and loved again.”

“I meant a last name.”

“Oh! My bad! Patton Hart. H-A-R-T. My house is on Yucca Rd. I can take you there later, I’m sure it’s only been a few years.”

The tall one and the one in a leather jacket looked at each other.

“Patton Hart, as in the cold case from like sixty years ago Patton Hart?” The leather jacket guy groaned and buried his face in his hands. “October, I can’t believe that you didn’t realize that he’d Phantom.”

October rolled his eyes. “Remy, we had more problems to deal with when he died.”

“Like what?”

“It was the sixties! Rems babe, you know that the government was after us for a hot decade after you messed up in an antiques deal.”

“Ah, the curses of immortality.”

“Can both of you shut your everflapping gobtalkers?” The blind kid snapped at Remy and October. “We need to fix this!”

“That’s not how this works.” October said.

“Yeah.” Remy agreed.

“Sorry kiddo.” Patton shrugged.

Oof, I hate my life. Virgil piped in, but Patton only heard it. Speaking of that, he opened the mental box and let Virgil out.

“Here you go.”

Thanks.

…

Virgil’s eyes opened again and he shook his head to clear out the fuzziness and as his arms solidified.

“God that fucking hurt.” He clutched at his head and stumbled forward, October moving to help him stand.

“Virgil?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Pat’s still in my head though.”

Yep! Patton added in unhelpfully.

October helped him to a seat and then Logan was beside him, grabbing at his hands and pressing them to his face.

“You’re okay. I heard you fell and then your voice was so different and I was so scared that you were about to die.”

“Logan, Lo, I’m okay.” Virgil promised. “Well, I’ve got a murdered thirty year old sharing my head, and I’m not sure how we’re going to figure that out, but other than that, I’m okay.”

“Good.” Logan let go and slapped him. “Don’t ever scare me like that again you fucking idiot.”

Virgil laughed as Patton panicked, before he shoved the other mind into the box that had mentally been left out. “I deserved that. Where’s the sprites?”

“Other room.”

“Is my hair still half grey?”

“I don’t know, I’m blind.” Logan deadpanned. “And it still doesn’t change how I think of you.”

“Because you can’t see my obviously beautiful looks.”

“Oh, I’ve peaked into a few people’s pasts to see what you look like, and you are quite attractive there, so I do have an opinion.” Logan flushed red and Virgil reached out to gently take his hand.

“I’m just not sure how we’re going to continue when you have an entirely different person in your head.”

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years ago

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The first Halloween party of college goes extremely successfully for Ben.

So successfully, in fact, that he doesn’t even get back to his room until approximately four in the morning. Unfortunately, his roommate is asleep, so he has nobody to rave to about the very very sexy girl from the basketball team he spent the wee hours of the morning with, but then again, Nando is a responsible citizen, and Ben doesn’t want to wake him so he can dish about a hookup. Instead, he sheds his costume, crawls into bed in his boxers, and waits until morning.

When morning comes, Nando wakes up first. Ben knows this because when he comes to, sometime around ten in the morning, with autumn light beaming into his eyes like a hangover laser through the window, Nando is not only already up, but already showered and dressed. He’s chilling on his bed typing on his phone, and smiling at his screen while he does it.

When Ben sits up in bed, blinking the light out of his eyes, Nando gives him a wave. “Hey, man.” He’s chipper, still grinning, and definitely not feeling the effect of last night the way Ben is.

Ben yawns, and stretches both arms to the ceiling. “‘Sup,” he gets out, after what feels like a prolonged, yawn-caused delay. He rubs out a crick in his neck, then, to Nando, says, “How long have you been up?”

Nando is typing on his phone again. “Like an hour?” he says, then shrugs. He sleeps his display, then puts the phone down on his chest. He’s still smiling. “What, uh… what time did you get in?”

Ben pretends like he has to think about it for a second. “Around four,” he remarks, after the consideration.

Nando lets off a vaguely impressed chuckle. “You don’t fuck around.”

“Actually,” Ben corrects, finger-gunning him, “that’s exactly what I was doing.”

Nando laughs. “I hate you so much.”

Ben winks at him. “Most people do.” He grabs his most recent half-finished water bottle from his bedside table, and downs the rest in one gulp— which definitely clears his head a little. From next to the bottle, he takes a blue scrunchie, and starts to tie up his hair while he looks again to Nando. He’s texting again, so Ben gives him a minute before he begins his dishing about Jess.

And he intends to tell him about Jess. Or at least to make an offhand comment about how he’s lost his basketball team virginity, to be funny. Nando may not be able to relate to his sentiments about girls, but when Ben comes back from a hookup, Nando usually asks where he was.

So he’s about to tell him. He waits for him to be off his phone before he does. But when Nando puts his phone down again, he folds his hands on his stomach, and he talks first.

“So, like,” he says, smiling at the ceiling, “not to jinx it?” It’s only right then that Ben realizes something might be up for him , and his next sentence confirms it. “But I’m pretty sure I met the cutest guy on this campus last night.”

Ben’s internal simp sensor rings off the hook. “Oh, did you?” he chirps. “Did you really? The cutest guy on this campus?” The doofy smile on Nando’s face is a fucking delight to behold, and so is the way it keeps widening as Ben makes fun of him. He can’t believe he didn’t notice this right off the bat. “You better start talking right fucking now, Seb,” he declares, and lowers his voice in his unparalleled glee to whisper, “Did you get lucky?”

“What? No!” Nando laughs, and shakes his head. He twists his hands where they’re resting on his stomach, and shrugs, with the simp smile lingering. “We just talked.”

“ We just talked ,” Ben mocks, and cackles, as he drums on his own pillow. “ Dude !” He wants to jump on his bed. Nando meeting a guy is good on its own, and even better when you consider the sheer amount of chirping this gives Ben ammunition for. “Who? When? At the party?”

“Yeah, at the party.” Nando ruffles a hand through his curls, then his smile widens. “He agreed to go on a date with me.”

“ What ?!” Ben very well may be waking up all their dorm neighbors, and he gives a literal negative amount of fucks about that. He slaps his pillow again. “You fucking casanova!”

Nando says nothing, but peeks at his phone, and keeps smiling when he goes to type again. “Jesus Christ,” Ben whispers, in his awe. “Are you texting him right now?”

Nando nods, and Ben yells into his pillow. His best friend, who got cheated on and dumped the third week of school, is a complete ball of mush over some guy right now. Ben could not be more fucking amped. And also he’s going to get details. ASAP.

“Who, who, who?” he says, as soon as Nando’s attention is away from his phone again. “Who is it? Do I know him? Do you have a picture?”

“I don’t think you know him,” Nando replies, “but, uh, yeah, I think I have a picture. Hold on.” He picks up his phone again, and Ben does his best not to vibrate out of his skin. While Nando surfs through his phone— not texting, this time— he announces, through his smile, “His name is Quinn.”

Nando looks about to melt, and Ben is going to combust over it. Wait until Remy gets a load of this. “Nanny’s fucking wheeling,” he shouts, for nobody to hear, and claps a couple times. “ Dude . You’re a fucking legend!”

Nando laughs. He taps something on his screen, then says, like it’s no big deal, “All I did was get his number.”

“And get him to agree to a date with you!” Ben cries. “All in the same night? That takes skill!”

Nando rolls his eyes, but doesn’t stop smiling. “Look who’s talking,” he says, and then announces, “I sent you his Instagram.”

“Oh, say less .” Ben leans to grab his phone from the nightstand, and grins a little when he opens Instagram to find a follow request from Jess. He accepts it, then clicks on the profile Nando sent him. It brings him to a quinn cooper🌈🌷🧏‍♂️ , whose bio informs Ben that he’s kiersey college ‘22 and GRTA , whatever that second part means. A few taps through an aesthetically coordinated profile in muted, warm colors land him on a post from September 24th, in which a ginger twink with a white scarf is smiling in the apple orchard next to a very pretty blonde girl dressed all in pink. “Ginger boy?” he asks Nando, who’s texting yet again.

“Yeah,” Nando says, and then smiles up from his phone. “He’s cute, right?”

Ben cackles again, and nearly falls off his mattress. “Dude, you’re fucking simping right now.”

“Stop!” Nando’s smile hasn’t faded. Ben takes a minute to look through other pictures on Quinn’s Instagram. His most recent post is from October 6th, and it’s a shot of a tree Ben recognizes as one outside the performing arts center, in peak foliage. it’s a lovely time of year🍂 , reads his caption. Other, older posts include a big cast photo from some kind of play, a bunch of tulips in a huge garden, and three cats on a sofa. “Wow,” Ben remarks, once he’s done stalking (for now). When he looks up at Nando, he has to shake himself out to keep from yelling again. “ Dude ,” he says, instead. “You’re in deep. I can see it on your face.”

Nando presses his cheek into his fist, like he’s trying to rub the blush out. “I had a good night,” he murmurs, smiling down at his downturned phone in his lap.

A ‘good night’ seems like an understatement.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Ben announces, and jumps out of bed. “I’m gonna get dressed,” he starts, sauntering to his closet to prove it. “And then,” he adds, looking over his shoulder once he yanks his KMH sweatshirt off a hanger, “you’re gonna buy me brunch.”

Nando laughs. “Whaaat? No fair,” he says, but he doesn’t seem too pressed about it.

“And then ,” Ben continues, while he pulls out a pair of jeans, “you’re gonna tell me all about your new ginger friend.”

He waits for Nando to protest, but he doesn’t. Instead, when Ben turns again, Nando is smiling all the same, with his arms folded all smugly.

“Okay,” he says. “I can do that.”

Ben is going to lose his mind. For the first time, things seem to be looking up for Nando in the love department. He’s still smiling at his phone, like a fucking simp ass.

Ben laughs as he gets dressed. Good for him .

Ben doesn’t know it, but years down the road, he’ll tell this story— among many others— at Nando’s wedding to this new ginger friend. For now, though, he’s getting brunch and a dishing session out of this. It’s going to be even better than the dishing session he expected.

That’s another win for the fucking boys .

#mel writes #ficlet #my writing #kiersey college #rhode island headass #nandoooooooo #quindo #sort of #idk this came to me out of nowhere #i am a huge sucker for the nando&ben friendship dynamic #and for Soft Nando #in general

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 4 years ago

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If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Fifty

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

December 26th, 1991

Emile smiled, albeit a little sadly, when he saw his younger cousins playing with some of his toys that he had started to outgrow and lose interest in. “It was very generous of you to give them your toys, Emile,” his mother said.

“I figured they could get more use out of them than I could,” Emile said. “And I’m a little sad to give them away, but they’ll be enjoyed more by my cousins, anyway.”

His mother shook her head. “Still, most kids your age don’t share that easily. I’m proud of you.”

Emile ducked his head in mild embarrassment, but looked up at his mom after a moment and grinned. “Thanks, Mom.”

December 13th, 2001

It was Theo’s senior year, and as such, he had decided to invite everyone over to his and his friends’ house for a proper Christmas party the day that finals had ended. He was giving his e-mail out to anybody who would take it, saying that he wanted to keep in contact and he didn’t want to risk missing people over the course of the spring semester. Emile found it incredibly endearing, and Remy was just poking fun at Theo as he went around, passing out his e-mail and collecting the others’. Theo was laughing at it, though, so Emile suspected he didn’t mind.

“So, how did Thanksgiving go?” Clara asked, flopping down next to Emile on the couch. “You never actually told us what it was like, bringing your boyfriend back home to meet the family.”

“It was okay,” Emile said. “Remy and I were in the metaphorical closet around my grandfather, though. He doesn’t know and I don’t want him to know, not yet. I want to see if he can be more understanding before I drop that bombshell on him.”

Clara winced. “Ouch. He’s one of those ‘fire and brimstone’ types?”

“Not usually,” Emile said. “But on this particular topic...he just...doesn’t understand.”

Clara sighed, shaking her head. “Most people that old don’t. Which is sad, and discouraging.”

“Tell me about it,” Emile laughed hollowly. “One day, there will be people who understand of all ages, but so far, I have yet to meet someone who survived the eighties who’s that old, and therefore I haven’t met anyone in favor of the LGBT community that age, either.”

Clara leaned her head back into the couch. “How telling is it that we only ever expect other people in the community to understand?”

Emile blew out a breath. “I imagine more telling than we’d like,” he said, turning to look at Clara with a sad smile. “At least there are people in the community who understand, though.”

Clara nodded. “And most colleges are accepting in general, these days.”

Remy walked over with his arms crossed. “You two aren’t smiling,” he accused.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Rem, I wasn’t aware we had to smile all the time in order to please you,” Emile said with an eye-roll.

“Not what I meant,” Remy said. “You guys seem sad. What’s up?”

“My grandfather,” Emile sighed.

“Stressing over Christmas again?” Remy asked. “I thought we both had plans in place for if the cat got out of the bag.”

“We do. I’m stressing over the fact that we need those plans in the first place,” Emile said.

“Oh,” Remy said softly, sitting on Emile’s other side. “Yeah, that is a bit of a bummer.”

“No kidding?” Emile asked, looking over at Remy with a tired expression.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, mio amore,” Remy said, putting his hand on Emile’s shoulder.

“I know that,” Emile said, putting his hand over Remy’s. “It just hurts in the meantime.”

“Could be worse, you could have had my parents and your grandfather to contend with,” Remy laughed.

Emile considered that. The nosiness of Remy’s mother, mixed with the snide comments his grandfather made, that would not end well. “Someone would probably wind up dead,” Emile said.

Remy laughed. “Oh, yeah. And now, because I cut off my parents, we don’t have to bury any corpses.”

Emile snorted. “Some silver lining,” he said, running a hand down his face. “I don’t want to hide being with you, Remy. I’m super proud to call you my boyfriend. It sucks that we can’t tell anyone outside my parents because we can’t trust them to keep quiet over the course of Christmas.”

Remy took Emile’s hand and when Emile looked over to Remy, he was surprised to find Remy grinning like the cat who got the cream. “What?” Emile asked.

“I’ve never heard you say you’re proud to be with me, before,” Remy said. “And, like, I know that you love me, but the fact that you’re proud of that...I don’t know. It’s...nice.”

“And gay,” Clara piped up.

Emile and Remy laughed. “You better believe it, Clara!” Remy exclaimed. “I’m gay for this man and he’s gay for me back and the entire world deserves to know!”

“Okay, okay,” Emile said, holding up his free hand. “I’ll try to not be so down. I know it’s a time to celebrate, especially considering that most of us won’t be seeing each other for the better part of a month.”

“Yeah, c’mon, Emile, we have some last minute partying to do,” Remy teased.

Emile rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m not here for the partying so much as I’m here for conversation. I’m boring, I know, but I just like to talk with people.”

Remy rolled his eyes and pushed Emile to his feet. “Yeah? Well, Theo’s just about ready to break out the white elephant gifts, so you’d better grab something to drink now or risk losing a prime seat near the presents.”

“I’m not thirsty, though,” Emile said, frowning.

“But I know you, love, and you will be within the hour. Grab a bottle of water or something, I don’t care. But grab something so I don’t have to hear you complain,” Remy said with a smirk.

“Fine,” Emile said, and as soon as he moved Remy snatched up his spot next to Clara. “You’re a traitor, you realize,” he casually mentioned as he walked away.

“Hey, my lap can be a pretty cosy place to sit!” Remy called after him.

Emile flushed red in embarrassment and grabbed a bottle of water quickly, before electing to sit on the armrest of the couch Remy and Clara were now occupying, resolutely not looking Remy in the eyes. Theo came over with the stack of presents, and everyone sat in a circle as he set them up and grabbed a hat full of paper numbers. “Let’s get started, everyone,” Theo said. “Pick a paper, and get your order number!”

He went around the room and everyone grabbed a number, and he took the last slip remaining in the hat. “What’d you get?” Remy asked.

“Ten,” Emile said.

Remy laughed. “Lucky. I have three.”

Emile winced in sympathy. “Only two presents to steal,” he said. “You’d probably have better luck opening a present.”

“Yeah,” Remy sighed. “Ah, well. Such is the luck of the draw. And this could still be fun.”

“Yeah, if you got a super popular present you might wind up getting to steal later in the game,” Emile said.

The game started with a girl that Emile didn’t know the name of opening a present and laughing at what was inside. Apparently, it was a small statue of a literal white elephant.

Xavier went next, and he opted to open a present, which was a calendar filled with Garfield comics. “Oh, that’s a nice one,” Emile laughed.

“Garfield isn’t exactly the epitome of comics, but a calendar is nice,” Remy agreed. He hummed. “Eh, screw it, I’ll open one.”

He grabbed a tall, thin box and opened it, before laughing hysterically. He let the last of the wrapping paper fall and revealed a lava lamp. “What?! No way!” Theo exclaimed. “Who found a lava lamp for fifteen bucks?!”

“You’d be surprised,” another senior boy said with a smirk. “Thrift shops are wonderful places. Oh, and I tested it before I brought it, and it still works.”

Remy laughed. “Man, I always wanted one of these as a kid,” he said. “My parents never let me have one.”

The game continued, and a girl stole the white elephant statue, so the first girl stole Remy’s lava lamp, and Remy reluctantly opened another present. He sniffed a laugh at the tiny bottle which featured a tinier ship.

“Sick, man!” Theo exclaimed, immediately stealing it for his turn.

Remy stole back the lava lamp with a grin and the girl opened another present, a pack of number two pencils with a note that read: For next semester’s finals. Everyone groaned at the reminder, except for Remy, who giggled maniacally.

They continued the game until it was Emile’s turn, and he decided he wasn’t going to steal the lava lamp from Remy, much as he might like to. Remy had stolen it back every chance he got and everyone knew that he was not going home without it, so they backed off him. He instead picked up a lumpy present that everyone had been ignoring, and he opened it, laughing at the stuffed dog that was inside. “Aw, this is adorable!” he cooed.

Remy had a conflicted expression on his face as the game moved on to player number eleven. Emile quietly asked, “You okay?”

“That’s...” Remy swallowed. “That’s the exact style of stuffed animal that my stuffed dog Bones was,” he whispered.

“Oh,” Emile said, looking down at the dog in his hands with a new sort of respect.

Player number twelve stole the elephant, the Garfield comic calendar was stolen, and the next to last gift was opened: a book filled with random trivia facts that was calling itself The Ultimate Toilet Entertainer, for some reason Emile couldn’t fathom.

Finally, the first girl got her chance to steal something, and she grabbed the white elephant statue with a shrug. “I kinda like it, it’s cute,” she defended.

The person it was stolen from sighed. “Well, I don’t really like anything else here, so I guess I’m opening the last present.”

And when they did, they saw what Emile had brought to the white elephant, which was an old VCR tape that had to be from the early nineties, featuring Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. “Oh, that’s not bad, actually,” they said, and Emile grinned.

The party continued somewhat after that, but slowly people had to leave to get packed for the winter break. When Emile and Remy said goodbye to their friends and got to Emile’s car, Emile looked at the stuffed dog he was still holding, spying some initials on the tag. Some very familiar initials. “Hey, Rem,” he said.

“Yeah?” Remy asked.

“Do you know what happened? After Toby rescued Bones from your parents?” Emile asked.

“He let me play with Bones in his room for a while, but eventually either our parents found out or a family friend’s kid found him, because he disappeared and neither Toby nor I could find him,” Remy sighed. “Why?”

“Well, this dog has a little tag on it,” Emile said, inspecting it closely. “And it has initials on it.”

“My parents would label toys sometimes once I was around to make it clear whose stuff was whose,” Remy said. “But why’s that important?”

“Well, the initials are RSP,” Emile said. “And I’ve never seen your parents handwriting, but that seems like a hell of a coincidence.”

“What? No way,” Remy said. They got inside the car and Emile passed the dog over to Remy. Remy’s eyes widened looking at the tag. “What...? That’s...that’s my mom’s handwriting...Oh, my God. I knew that one of the people at the party knew my family, because we had talked briefly and they mentioned in passing that my last name sounded familiar and we figured out that’s where we had heard about each other, and she had a younger sister who had been obsessed with stuffed animals for a while, but...” he took a closer look at the dog’s ear. “That’s where I got paint on the fur that never came out. It’s the same dog. Oh my God!”

Emile offered Remy a smile. “You should keep him.”

Remy looked up at Emile with wide eyes. “You mean that? I don’t want to take your gift from the white elephant, do you want the lava lamp in return?”

“No, Remy, it’s okay,” Emile said, starting the drive home. “You can keep both things. I really don’t mind.”

Remy was quietly crying at this news, and Emile didn’t mention it. He didn’t fail to notice that night, however, when Remy was setting up the lava lamp in his room, Bones was sitting on his bed’s pillow. And when Emile checked on Remy before he went to bed himself, he saw Remy snuggled up to Bones in his sleep, the lava lamp emitting a soft blue glow with green lava making shapes in it.

Emile shook his head softly and went to bed himself. Maybe he was obsessed with something as childish as cartoons, but Remy never got the chance to naturally grow out of his childhood. It was sad to think about, but Emile was glad Remy could live out his childhood dreams now that he was here.

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 4 years ago

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Soulmate Shenanigans Part Three: Return Of The Shenanigans

Let’s do this!

At this point, you probably know the drill (and, if not, parts one and two are here and here!)

Basically I found some prompts for September, and now I’m doing them in October just because

Prompt #3

You have an animal that only you and your soulmate can see.

Warnings: Death mentions, brief mentions of drowning (I pinky swear that I’ll stop drowning Janus for the rest of this challenge), brief mentions of house fires (I pinky swear that I’ll stop setting Patton on fire for the rest of this challenge)

World Building

Soulmates had always been an idea bubbling in the back of humanity’s brains. A sort of “hey, this romance thing is complicated, could we just kinda know?”

It was starting to annoy the fates

Do you expect them to do all the work? I mean, what with the spinning, and the looking ominous, and the lack of dental, their job is a hard one, and you want to make it harder by having them weave two people’s stories together?

One day, a fate heard yet another “please, let me meet my soulmate tomorrow” prayer and went nuts

Fine. Fine! You want soulmates? We’ll make soulmates.

The plan was to create two soulmates, make them fall in love

And then kill them.

Just to remind humans where they stood on a cosmic scale. Just to remind them that every story ends tragically, when you get down to the end.

They reviewed a few couples (Some Romeo and Juliet people had promise), but in the end decided. Feuding families? Check. Opposites attracting? Check. Tragedy? Inevitable.

Characters

Patton: Patton grew up inside the hedges.

Hedges were his family’s specialty, so the house was surrounded by them. He rarely got to leave, but he could get lost in the gardens and talk to his imaginary pet, so all in all things were okay. Sure, maybe it was weird to have a blue jay that only he could see, but he was lonely!

See, Patton’s family liked three things

1. Having heirs (but only in theory)

2. Increasingly elaborate hedge mazes

3. Fighting a blood feud the goddamn lawyers

Patton wasn’t really on that list, but he wasn’t on the list of hated things either, so there was that.

List of Hated Things

1. The goddamn lawyers

2. Anyone who associates with the goddamn lawyers

3. Anyone who is descended from the goddamn lawyers

4. Anyone who gets in the way of the blood feud with the goddamn lawyers

5. Dandelions. They’re not serious gardening.

Janus: Janus was, of course, a child of the goddamn lawyers

The lawyers weren’t a clan of blood like the gardeners, but one of merit. And having kids was seen as a conflict of interest, and therefore frowned upon.

Of course, it’s illegal to murder or criminally neglect children, so he was allowed to stick around and have a childhood vaguely reminiscent of John Mulaney’s “one black coffee”, “over on the bench”, and “getting accused of murdering Princess Diana” skits

Most of his childhood was spent accusing his pet blue jay (that couldn’t be seen by anyone else) of crimes and then debating himself about whether or not the bird was guilty, like a normal kid.

However, when it became clear that someone else was stealing his blue jay, he had to find them and give them a piece of his mind, even if they lived behind formidable hedges

The Plot

Patton (about eight at this point) was wandering around the grounds, talking to Sunny (his name for the bird), like every other day, when the strangest kid he’d ever seen in his life appeared through a small gap in the hedges and informed him that the bird was his and he’d be leaving soon

A bird custody battle ensues

Janus uses a lot of legal terminology, which Patton pretends to understand. The debate ends when Patton’s aunt shows up and threatens to chuck Janus over the garden walls if he doesn’t get out immediately.

Janus runs off, but Patton sees him through the hedges later, and he looks kind of sad about the whole thing, so Patton offers to share custody of Sunny.

Janus perked up at this solution, despite claiming that the bird’s name was really Iago, and a friendship was born.

It was hard for them to chat when both their relatives would love to murder at least one of the kids if they could get away with it, and Patton was separated from him by the hedges, but they managed.

Sunny/Iago was decent at carrying messages, Janus was good at finding secret passages, and Patton had adequate aim when tossing packages over the hedges.

They were best friends for years and years, confidants in their crazy worlds.

At around sixteen, Janus convinced Patton to leave the grounds for an afternoon. The two of them saw the sights (which meant buying/stealing bread) (you can guess who actually bought the bread and who stole it) and had fun

The evening ended with the two of them sitting under a tree, chatting. The dandelions were in that in-between stage where some of them are flowers and some seed-heads, so Patton was able to weave a crown of flowers and make a wish at the same time.

Take a wild flying guess who he wished for (hint: they were currently wearing the flower crown and pretending to not like it, but would secretly never take it off. Ever.).

Patton claimed he’d wished for world peace (which, on further reflection, he felt bad for not thinking of first), and Janus claimed he’d wished for solid gold coins, but they were both lying.

Eventually, Patton had to go home.

Sunny-Iago: Sunny-Iago had gone by many names before. As one of the extra-dimensional lords of fate, they’d been called things like, “THE FUCK IS THAT”, “IT HAS SO MANY EYES”, and “Oh, fuck, that raven’s back again”. It made perfect sense for them to have at least two, despite being in the flesh prison of a blue jay this time.

A damn blue jay.

At least ravens have a little class.

Anyway, their job was to guide two sweethearts together and then drive them into a metaphorical (or literal? It could always be literal) brick wall. This was proving harder than expected, since the most important thing was to not get attached to either of them and well

Sunny-Iago had gotten attached to both of them. It was hard to see kids grow up and be fine killing them off, okay!

But they knew the drill. This had to end in some kind of tragedy.

So, they had a plan. Instead of having them both killed off because of miscommunication, they’d merely never see each other again and pine after what could have been, eventually turning into a bittersweet story they’d tell to....someone younger and more naïve, or something. They were still working it out!

So, they grabbed a quill pen in their beak and wrote a note to Patton’s aunt (it took several tries. Beaks were not meant for holding quill pens).

The note said something along the lines of “You know the goddamn lawyers? Of course you do. Your nephew fell for one, last chance to fix the situation is at 10:00 at the gate”.

Back To The Plot

Patton and Janus got back to the gardener grounds. Neither wanted to leave the other’s company, so they lingered at the gate, chatting and finding excuses to stay.

After a few minutes, it was obvious that Patton had to leave. Before doing so, he quickly kissed Janus on the cheek, just in time to get caught by his aunt, who came close to stabbing the both of them with a garden trowel.

When Janus came back a few days later, wilted dandelions still in his pocket, Patton was gone, sent far away from lawyers and love. All that was left was the bird. A stupid bird that no one else could see.

Time-lapse! Seven years later!

Janus was working on the most important legal case any lawyer had in a solid three years.

A gardener had murdered one of his relatives (he kept forgetting which one, which was a bit of a problem, since half of his job was to look tearful about them) with a wheelbarrow, and he was attempting to get them arrested for it.

If it worked, the gardeners would have consequence for committing murder, which would hopefully tone down the blood feud a little.

Half of the jurors had been rigged by both sides, some paid to vote one way and some paid to vote another. There were, however, six undecided jurors out there.

The Jurors

Logan: Logan is the only person on the jury who knows anything whatsoever about law and what can be done in a courtroom. He actually wants the most just and logical thing to happen.

Weirdo.

Roman: Roman is an actor in a touring production of Much Ado About A Midsummer’s Ham (Cooked As You Like It)

He just wants this trial process to be over so he can get back to rehearsal-wait, nevermind, the guy with the glasses is cute and he’s going to make this court case last as long as possible.

Remus: Remus is here to cause as much legal chaos as possible

He might get arrested for contempt of court.

Virgil: Virgil gives 0 fucks about anything that happens, but knows more about law than Logan, who knows more about law than anyone else in the court.

Remy: Remy heard from people that court cases are full of juicy drama.

Those people are wrong. It’s just a bunch of legal stuff. He’d rather be at Starbucks!

Emile: Emile is psychoanalyzing everyone else on the jurors section. Especially Remus.

Back To The Plot

The case progresses normally

Well, normally for this town anyway, which means that the goddamn lawyers are dying off fast (mostly of poison).

Janus, however, has managed to dodge every assassination attempt. He’s lawyering like Billy Flynn here!

Late in the afternoon, everyone’s a little tired and a lot bored when yet another witness is called. Janus was pulling his hat over his eyes for shade from the sunlight streaming into the court, when he heard the witness’s voice.

After a seven year disappearance, Patton stood in the courtroom.

Remy leaned forward. He saw the look on Janus’s face. At long last, drama had arrived.

After the court got out of session, Janus dashed down the steps of the building to catch up to Patton. He offers to get a coffee with him, but Patton turns him down, insinuating that he only offered to get information on the gardeners. Janus left, dejected.

Over the last seven years, Patton’s was in the far away land where his family started: New Jersey. While in this cursed place, his family attempted to change him from a dandelion to a venus flytrap, and nearly succeeded.

Nearly.

But when, the next day, his aunt poisons Janus’s water glass (gleefully explaining that this poison doesn’t show up on the standard tests and precautions), he just so happens to be clumsy enough to knock it over before Jan drinks it, and ends up volunteering to get coffee to make up for it.

Coffee meet-ups lead to coffee dates lead to rekindling of old romances (all under the utmost secrecy)

Eventually, the court case comes to a head.

The six pre-decided jurors work quickly, but Logan debates, and Roman stalls because he’ll be missing Logan, and Remus is forcibly removed from the courthouse, and Emile forgot to take notes, and Virgil sleeps through most of it, and Remy couldn’t care less about this, only caring about what happens with Janus and Patton.

They make their decision

Since they saw like 47 murder attempts over the course of the trial, it’s not a stretch to assume that the gardeners did kill that guy with a wheelbarrow.

Janus and the rest of the prosecution celebrate, and in the excitement of the moment, he and Patton end up sharing a kiss.

That’s the moment the gardeners went from Lowkey Trying To Murder Him to Highkey Trying To Murder Him

Both of them walk home with their head in the clouds

When your head is in the clouds, it’s easy to get kidnapped and thrown in the harbor to drown, especially if you happen to be a goddamn lawyer who just won a case.

And when your head is in the clouds, and you overhear your relatives talking about how they threw the person you love the most into the harbor to drown, it’s easy to make rash decisions

Like grabbing a torch and running into the middle of a prized hedge maze, and threaten to burn it all if his aunt didn’t tell him where Janus was.

When the answer was “dead, obviously”, Patton took the torch to the shrubbery, and the estate burned.

Problem: Janus crawled to shore and survived.

Secondary problem: Patton’s not trying especially hard to escape the fire.

Janus got to the house, saw it was on fire, and ran into the grounds. He eventually found Patton (who was still alive and in the hedge maze), but....it’s a very intricate hedge maze, and now there’s smoke everywhere, and they can’t find their way out.

At the last second, Sunny-Iago swooped over their heads, pointing to the exit, and they run after them.

They’re almost out of the burning grounds when Sunny-Iago falls to the ground, still, and they find themselves in another place entirely.

The Fates

The Fates had bet on how good old birdie would kill Janus and Patton off

Knife? was the most common bet, followed by Wolves. No one bet on them living in the end.

Except Meghan (alternate name: The Lurking One), and nobody liked Meghan, and nobody liked losing money.

So, they were going to do the job personally.

Back To The Plot

Janus and Patton find themselves in a tomb where every grave is theirs. A tomb where every grave is theirs is essentially the office space of the fates, who enjoy the atmosphere.

The Fates themselves take a multitude of forms: Animal, vegetable, mineral, eldritch, you name it.

And they all bicker amongst themselves about how to best kill off the couple.

Knife? Wolves? Triscuits? How??

Janus tricks them into debating the subject round and round in circles, but they eventually come to their senses.

As a last ditch hope, Patton says that they’ll pick the method of death for them if they give the couple a chance to plead for their lives.

The fates agree, and the Final Court Case begins.

Janus is quite a lawyer, but there’s literally a saying about how hard it is to argue with Fate, so its a nail biter of a case. Patton manages to give a passionate defense and Janus brings up evidence, but it’s still anyone’s game how the jurors will vote.

Steve votes for death

The Great Rot votes for not death

Spatula votes for not death

Karen votes for death

Meghan votes for not death

A Clump Of Petunias votes for death

Broken Taco Shells And Broken Hearts votes for not death

That One Relative At Family Reunions That You Pretend To Know But Don’t votes for death

Microwavable Lasagna votes for not death

The Ghost Of Richard III votes for death

That Sock That Always Disappears From Dryers chooses not to vote. What a jerk.

At this point, it’s tied 5-5. Enter Remy, who just wants to go to the extra-dimensional Starbucks.

He deliberates. He hems. He haws. He draws out the moment unnecessarily long for drama’s sake.

But, at the end of the day, he was always rooting for these humans.

Remy votes for not death.

Conclusion

Patton and Janus get to live. Time is very short for humans, and eventually they would both die, but right then and there, they got to live.

Dandelions eventually took root where the carefully trimmed hedges had once been.

And Roman noticed, after his performance was done, that a certain nerd was in the audience.

And he could also see Roman’s blue jay.

Hope you enjoyed!!

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sagesparrow394 · 4 years ago

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Nerdiness

Fandoms: Sanders Sides, Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Logan, Patton, Virgil, Janus, Roman, Remus, Emile, Remy, Valentino

Relationship(s): Moxiety

Summary: Hazbin Hotel AU. Go here if you want a preface of who’s who and see the character designs

When there’s a surprise guest at the hotel, Patton gets all hands on deck to make sure the guest gets a proper welcome. However, things get put on pause after he heads to Logan’s room and finds something out about their spidery friend.

Trigger Warning: themes of sexual assault and abuse

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It had been a very normal, very quiet day at the hotel. Emile was running around the lobby, dusting and cleaning the cobwebs that had been woven by spiders overnight. Janus was drinking cheap wine behind the bar, though insisting, “It’s soup. It’s too early for alcohol.” Roman was wandering around absentmindedly, checking on things and occasionally picking on Virgil, who was in charge at the time as Patton was out, pinning up posters anywhere he could to advertise the hotel.

And, though it seemed to everyone else that these posters would be a lost cause, given how most demons had initially reacted to the idea of the hotel, they apparently weren’t.

For, at around midday, the front door opened. And in stepped a demon.

He was a bat demon, wings folded behind his back, and two black bat ears poking out of his hair. He wore a black jacket, white shirt, and black skinny jeans. He was texting on his phone as he stepped in, one of Patton’s posters in his other hand.

“Hey, babes, this is the ‘Happy Hotel’, right? I wasn’t too sure, since the sign says ‘Hazbin’. Might wanna update the flyers.”

Virgil looked up from where he had been sitting on the couch, eyes widening. He went to get to his feet and welcome the demon, but before he could, Roman was already welcoming them in

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! I’m Roman, I run this fine establishment.”

The bat demon raised his eyebrow. “I thought that Lucifer’s son did?” He paused. “Wait, Roman? The Radio Demon?”

“I work with Patton! He owns it, but I’m helping him run it. And so is that boyfriend of his, I guess...”

Virgil rolled his eyes, going over to the bat demon. “Sorry about him. Just come on over to the reception and we can check you into a room, Mr...?”

“Just call me Remy, babes.”

Virgil led Remy over to the counter, where Janus pulled out the guest book, blowing the dust off of it. He opened it to the first page, where there was only a single line filled in: ‘Logan “Angel Dust”.’

“Angel Dust’s still living here, huh? Thought you’d have kicked him out after the whole turf war thing,” Remy said.

Virgil sighed. “Trust me, I wanted to. But Patton insisted he deserved another chance.”

“Yep, I did! And I think it was a good idea. I mean, he hasn’t joined any turf wars since then, has he?” Patton was standing in the doorway.

“He’s still an addict and offering his usual ‘services’. Remember he invited us to his strip show a week or so back? Still a sex worker,” Virgil shrugged.

“Come on, now, this is a sex worker positive environment!” Patton said, wandering over. “And the whole point of this hotel is to help people who are sinning, not kick them out for sinning. I’m sure, with our help, he’ll make progress and be clean from drugs in no time!”

Janus scoffed. “His stage name is literally the drug he’s addicted to. I doubt it’ll be that easy. Plus, just because you’re sex worker positive doesn’t mean those guys up in Heaven are.”

“Well... we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Anyway... who is this?!” Patton turned to Remy, grinning from ear to ear.

“Remy. Nice to meet ya, gurl.”

“You too! Oh, you’re going to love it here! Now, I’ll show you to your room-“

“Actually, think I wanna get a tour first, see what facilities and stuff you got here. Plus, I’d quite like to meet Angel, I’m a bit of a fan of his.”

“Oh, sure! In that case, I’ll go get him. Verge, Ro, while I’m gone, why don’t you show Remy around?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Um, I think it’s better I go with you, Pat-“

“Sounds wonderful!” Roman grinned. “Come on, we must get going, there’s so much to see!”

And with that, Virgil found himself being pulled away by Roman, Remy following behind. Patton smiled as he watched them go, before turning and heading to the elevators. He headed up to the floor Logan’s room was on, before heading down the corridor to the room.

When he arrived, he knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for a response, immediately opening it.

“Logan, you’ll never believe this, but we have another guest! It’s so exciting! And they want to meet you, so let’s head down... stairs...” Patton trailed off, blinking in disbelief.

Logan was sat on his bed, Fat Nuggets curled up to his side. However, the thing that caused Patton to be surprised was what Logan was wearing and what he was doing.

He was wearing glasses, which wasn’t new. When he first moved into the hotel, he’d explained he mostly wore contacts, but would trade them for his glasses in the privacy of the hotel as they were more comfortable. Along with the glasses, though, he was wearing a baggy sweater and jeans - a far cry from his usual tight suit that showed off his body.

And he was reading. A very thick book, and by the looks of the cover, a scientific one. In fact, there was a cardboard box on the floor beside his bed that was filled with books and... academic papers?

Logan looked between Patton, and the book in his hands. “Uhh... It isn’t what it looks like. Books... get me hard? This is all for sexual purposes?”

“Logan...” Patton spoke slowly, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Are you... a secret nerd?”

Logan sighed. “... I’m not gonna be able to get out of this am I? Fine. Yes. I admit it. I am a nerd. I like astronomy and science and math and all that shit. But you can’t tell anyone, okay? This stays between us, no one can know.”

Patton’s smile fell. “Why not?” He came over and sat on Logan’s bed. “You shouldn’t hide your passions and the things you enjoy. You should express yourself and embrace them!”

Logan scoffed, folding his arms. “In case you’re forgetting, I have a reputation to maintain. I’m seductive, alluring and sexy as all hell. ‘Nerd’ doesn’t exactly go along with that. People won’t exactly want to accept my services if they think I’m just gonna ramble about quantam mechanics for the whole time. And not just because they’d think I’m boring and lame. It’s what Val told me: I’m already hotter than others. People feel like shit if they think you’re both hotter and smarter than them. If it gets out I’m smarter than the average demon, people won’t pay to be around me because I make them feel bad about themselves. So, it’s much more profitable to just play dumb all the time, as then they think they have at least one thing up on me.”

“So... to get work... you need people to see you as lesser than them?”

Logan shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much. That’s how demons are.”

Patton frowned. “That isn’t fair at all! You shouldn’t have to be forced to hide part of yourself. And even if you weren’t smart, that fact shouldn’t make you lesser than others.”

“Eh, I do what I have to. And I still get to enjoy my nerd shit in private. It’s not too bad.”

“It is, Logan. It really is. You shouldn’t have to live a lie like that.”

“Well, I do, and there’s nothing you or I can do about it, okay?” Logan snapped. “If I were open with this shit and Val found out, he’d-!” He paused. He took a deep breath. “Just go, Patton. And don’t tell anyone about any of this.”

“But-“

“I said go.”

Patton sighed. He reached over and gave Logan a comforting pat on the shoulder, the other flinching. Then, he turned and headed to the door. He gave Logan a comforting smile, before gently closing the door behind him.

Logan sighed, gently hugging Fat Nuggets. His eyes drifted to the mirror. As he watched, someone appeared behind him in his reflection.

In the reflection, Valentino slipped one hand up Logan’s sweater and the other into his pants. Logan tensed, trying to remind himself this wasn’t real. Just a hallucination.

“Angel... what did I say about these kind of things?” Valentino smirked, looking down at the reflection of the box of books and papers.

Logan didn’t respond, just hugging Fat Nuggets closer in an effort to comfort himself.

In the reflection, Valentino slid his hand further up Logan’s sweater until it came out the other end and gripped around Logan’s neck. “I don’t like you thinking you’re better than me... Your intelligence doesn’t mean shit, especially in our industry. Give. It. Up.”

Logan shook his head, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, his reflection was normal again. Valentino was absent from it.

Logan sighed again, leaning back on his pillow as Fat Nuggets licked his cheek. After a moment, he pulled out his phone.

Logan: Meet me at the drug vending machine outside the store. I need some fun to distract me.

Remus: You got it, Lo!

Remus: But won’t those hotel guys be mad at you? They weren’t exactly happy last time we went out and tore shit up together.

Logan: I really don’t care right now. I just need some fun. See you in ten?

Remus: Fuck yeah!!!

Logan pocketed his phone, before getting to his feet. He put the book he’d been reading back in the box, which he then took to his closet. Once it was hidden away, he took off his clothes and replaced them with his usual blue and white striped suit. Then he went over to his dresser, taking off his glasses and putting them away, and then placing in his contacts.

Once he was all changed, he picked up Fat Nuggets. “Let’s see if Janus will look after you again while I’m out.” And with that, he left the room, heading to the elevators and down to the lobby.

In the lobby, Roman and Virgil had just finished giving Remy the tour and returned. Patton happily welcomed them back.

“So, what do you think?”

Remy nodded. “Pretty nice place you got. Being ‘redeemed’ seems like a pretty good bargain to live here. Feels like I should be paying hundreds.”

Patton smiled. “I’m glad you like it! Now, um, about meeting Logan, that’ll probably have to wait. He’s, uh, dealing with some stuff right now.”

“Are you sure about that?” Roman asked. “He’s right over there!”

Patton turned around and, as Roman had said, Logan was there, stepping from the elevator.

“Oh, Logan! Why don’t you come and meet our new guest! Apparently they’re a fan of yours!”

“Sorry, but it’ll have to wait. I’ve got somewhere to be.” Logan headed over to the front desk. He leant against it, giving Janus a wink. “Think you can look after Nugs for me again?”

Janus groaned. “I’m not looking after that fucking pig agai-“

“You will? That’s great! Here you go, make sure he’s treated well. Daddy’ll see you later, Nugs.” Logan handed the pig over to Janus, before turning away and heading to the door.

“Where are you going?” Virgil asked, folding his arms.

“If you must know, I’m meeting up with Remus.”

“Remus?! The guy who dragged you into the turf war that ruined our reputation the last time you hung out?! No way in hell are you meeting up with him!”

Logan huffed, turning back to the others. “Two things. One: he didn’t drag me into it. I joined willingly to pay him back for helping me out. And two: that wasn’t the last time we hung out. Remember that time last week I invited you guys to my show and literally all of you no showed? Remus came round after, and he and I hung out for a bit. It was perfectly calm, no destruction.”

Patton raised an eyebrow. “He came here? How come none of us saw him come in?”

“He climbed through my window. Now, I’m not letting you guys stop me from seeing my best friend. You don’t have the right to. So, I’m heading off.” And with that, Logan turned and left the building, the door slamming behind him.

“He’s in a good mood...” Janus muttered, setting Fat Nuggets down on the counter and opening a bag of chips for him to munch on.

“That might be my fault...” Patton chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “I walked into his room before he said I could come in, and found something out that he’d wanted to keep secret.”

“He has secrets?” Virgil asked.

Patton nodded, before whispering. “He’s a super smart nerd.”

Janus scoffed. “Logan? Smart? No way.”

“He is!” Patton nodded. “He was reading a sciency book, and owns a bunch of academic papers to read for fun. And we only have those in hell to act as torture devices! He just hides it because he thinks it’ll ruin his business if people think he’s a nerd. Y’know, since nerds aren’t ‘sexy’. I tried to tell him he should embrace who he is, but he wouldn’t have it.”

Virgil shrugged. “Well, what do you expect? I think we all know he’s stubborn as hell. C’mon, lets go show Remy to his room. We’ll deal with Logan when he gets back.”

Patton nodded. “Okay... Well, Remy, it’s this way! Come on!”

“-and of course there’s a phone here for room service! You can decorate however you want, as well! So... what do you think?”

Remy nodded, sitting on the bed. “It’s perfect, babes. Thanks a ton.”

“No problem!” Patton smiled. “Let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.”

“Will do,” Remy said as he pulled out his phone as it buzzed. He chuckled. “Looks like Angel Dust - or, I guess Logan, since you all seem to call him that - is having some fun.”

He held up his phone for Patton and Virgil to see, the former sighing and the latter groaning.

On the screen, Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench were discussing a series of destruction and explosions that was going on across the pentagram. And the footage from the scene clearly showed the ones behind it were Logan and Remus.

“Well... at least it’s not technically another turf war?” Patton shrugged as Virgil held his face in his hands.

“We’re ruined....”

“No, we’re not. It’s gonna be okay. Remember, Verge, we have Remy here too, and I’m sure more guests will follow. And it’s not totally Logan’s fault. I’m probably the one who made him upset to the point he decided this was the only way to get his feelings out. In the future, I’ll wait until he says ‘come in’.”

“That may be true, but it doesn’t change the fact he needs a healthier coping mechanism that doesn’t involve blowing up the whole city.” Virgil sighed. “And all this because he doesn’t like the fact people know he’s a nerd...”

“So, why’d you want to come wreak some havoc?!” Remus called as threw a molotov at the building across from the one he and Logan were currently standing on the roof of.

“Patton walked in on me reading,” Logan explained, throwing a bomb at a store a couple of buildings down. “He knows I’m a secret smarty pants. He promised me he wouldn’t tell anyone, but I really doubt he’ll keep that promise. Knowing him he’ll accidentally let it slip. He’s probably already told his boyfriend. I just wanna make it clear, in case it does get out, that me being a nerd doesn’t make me any less of a force to be reckoned with. Oh, also, you mind taking some pictures of me for Insta? Also gotta make it clear being a nerd doesn’t change the fact I still look flawless.”

Remus laughed, pulling out his phone. “No problem. Don’t worry, Lo, if I hear anyone talk shit about you, I’ll make sure everything they own gets blown to smithereens!”

“Thanks, babe.”

“No problem. Anything for my best friend. Now, lets go! We got more places to destroy!”

And with that, the two of them ran off, jumping from building to building, and tossing bombs everywhere they went and Remus occasionally snapping photos. And Logan made sure to ignore his phone ringing in his pocket.

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anxiousdepressedintrovert · 4 years ago

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Otome Tuesday

-So I’m gonna have to start doing these in the afternoon cause I have a job now and it goes form 8am-3pm.

-Let’s get started. Shall we?

Nikolai Route

Episode 4

-This guy is fucking creepy. Like, holy shit.

-Maya (MC) thinks she’s creeped out, nah, I’M creeped out

-Ew. Stop looking at the Poppy, They’re too good for your cold, dead eyes.

-Oh and he just skips over Maya (MC) FUCKING RUDE!

-DID HE JUST CALL MY BABIES TOOLS?!

-FUCKING TOOLS?!!!!

-I’LL KILL HIM!

-Vidocq, …I’m calling him Video. Cause I can and also cause that’s all I can think about when I see that name

-It’s a stupid name

-Apologies to anyone with that name

-Oh now we’re a team. Bitch you said TOOLS

-wtf does painting have to do with trust?

-back off.

-creep

-UGH I HATE him

-I really want to take a baseball bat to the side of Video’s head.

-Nikolai’s arrogance was earned, he put his talent where his mouth was.

-This guy is literally all talk so far. And HE’S CREEPY

-Ah yes the missing portrait of Riothamus. I’m shortening that to Rio. Because that’s a lot to type

-Ugh. I bet Video is gonna try and “steal” Maya (MC)

-Ohhhh he already found the “legendary art”

-“So this is the sort of leather you wear.” CREEPY

-Does he want to dethrone him or fuck him

-or both?

-I’m kinda sad the penthouses are all the same.

-Niko, obsession isn’t a good thing…

-A rich eccentric lady has the painting

-I wanna see the rest of her mansion.

-Cause she has a bonsai room

-I want the bonsai room

-This is too easy…I don’t like it

-It’s all sus af

-reverse uno on that behave request Remy

-All Niko wants is Zoe to export his photos of Elizabeth

-Holy shit secret stairs!

-I wanna meet this lady!

-And marry her. She has my ideal escape room

-#givejettadiamonsaw2020

-Oh look a cemetary

-EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Video copied Niko’s cologne?!

-WTF

-I am all types of creeped out

Episode 5

-He thinks he’s charming and he’s not.

-No Maya! Don’t let your guard down! That’s what he wants!!!

-Oh if her reputation preceded her, you wouldn’t have skipped over her last episode!

-I’m gonna barf

-This guy is fucked in the head

-Run Maya run

-Bleh I called it!

-RUN BITCH RUN

--No no no no nonononononono NO

-I have goosebumps.

-This guy is insane

-I can’t right now

-He talks like people are objects!

-What the fuck!

-Here comes Niko to bitchslap Video back into last place

-Yeah..he’s def a masochist

-only for niko tho.

-Oh. Oh fuck no. He did not.

-A king bows only to his queen.

-Fuuck outta here!

-I’m actually gonna puke

-Backup date time

-Awww bath time.

-I like relaxing nonsexual scenes like this. It’s cute.

-Man, this whole arc is fuckin nuts and really freakin creepy.

-I know I’ve been saying that a lot but it is.

-Niko listen! She’s making a good point!

-That CG was adorable!

-Shenanigans?!

-I LOVE shenanigans!!!!!

Episode 6

-No bachelor party for Niko

-See the way that Viv says “If he wants a Russian wedding, he’ll get a Russian wedding” sounds like a threat

-The fuck is a vykup nevesty?

-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-He has to convince Maya’s family to give her up?! OMG!

-LEON! “So you want to marry our precious little girl?” I can’t!!

-Niko knows exactly what’s going on!!

-Leon wants cars. Multiple

-Viv wants a faberge egg

-Oh I’m sorry, three eggs

-Zoe wants a nightclub

-I’m cackling

-Niko makes it hard by asking what city!!

-It takes him three hours

-He works fast

-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-They have Jett in a wedding dress

-I want my sprite

-Jett asked for…um…bondage things…

-and now…last but not least. Remy

-Remy wants HIS PRIDE

-Niko has to sing, “I’m a little teapot” in front of the Poppy

-We should’ve gotten sprites

-Because just him blushing was not enough

-Jett had a glam rock phase. Again, I need photographic proof

-Awwwwww Niko’s happy!!!

-Can’t sleep after sex

-Now we’re up talkin

-I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop

-Finally! You’re seeing what I’m seeing Niko!

-It’s too perfect!

-I keep saying Video is fucking creepy. And I’ll keep saying it!

-…Jett come back with news.

-Guy who sold him the lock picking kit sold two.

-Fucking called it

-The lock an only be picked once

-Nah this is a fucking trap.

-I don’t like this.

-Called it

-Room is stocked with fakes

-Oh shit. They think Niko was outsmarted

-I think there was never a painting/it was a fake too

-Either way it’s a goddamn conspiracy

#lovestruck #nikolai sterling #queen of thieves #otome days

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sweetest-honeybee · 5 years ago

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A Kiss for the Host

Summary: Thomas gets to experience what it’s like to give all the sides some smooches

CONTAINS: Kissing obvs, sympathetic deceit, some weird but sympathetic Remus, some minor nsfw (not explicit, just some passionate make outs), and all that good stuff.

I also don’t keep word count lmao let’s do this

Huge ass taglist:

@miraculousglitter @itsnotaphasemomomg @lia-quanz @tina0555 @sarmaangel @friend2fandomz @thriftedjumper @pedantic-sevantic @i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing @nothingelsemattersme @absolutesandersidestrash @starbucks-remy @vicdehart @baby-duck-boy @purfectionatbest @all-my-fandoms-are-killing-me @bumble-bitch-sanders @legitimately-glittery @the-office-cat @dirty-rat-remus @insanegoldie2 @noon-shadows @sneakycat-bishes @thenerdinthegroup @accio-hufflepuff-power1 @virgil-is-a-cutie @msblackrobin @low-key-aesthetic @bender-of-life @eleven-lit-vocab-cards @shadowwolf92830 @microsoft-boi @theobsessor1 @awitchbravestheverge @go-just-me-fan @5am-the-foxing-hour @ultrafangirlishness @emopunknbply @max-is-tired @princeyssash @sig-was-here @dirkwasalwayshere @leesacrakon @incoherentfangirl @goodie-at-ease

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Roman and Thomas

Recently, Thomas had been told that his traits were dating each other. A little odd for him to process, but he didn’t mind seeing as they were all very happy together, even deceit and Remus and that was them. He loves them all just as much, too. However, one would think it would be odd if someone told you that they can’t go out with you because they were dating themself. But Thomas had passionately wanted to be happy with the sides and get to know them a lot more personally than he knew himself.

So, with that thought, he went to Roman of course to discuss. The prince at the time was in his room lounging on his head, plucking chocolates from a heart shaped box blissfully. He hummed, noticing the host appearing in his room with a sigh of content, Thomas felt more than just relaxed in the castle room.

“Ah, hello Thomas,” he sat up. “Do you need anything? Are you lost?”

“Hm? No, no, I uh-I needed to ask you something. Something about romance and stuff ya know?”

“Well of course I know, I am named after it after all,” the prince chuckled. He invited the Thomas over to the large bed with a pat to the sheets. “Sit? Would you like some chocolate? Patton made it!”

“Uh, sure. So, recently you guys told me that you all were dating-“

“I do date all of the others, yes.”

“Well, you guys seemed really happy and stuff and recently I haven’t had any luck with um-getting with anyone-and uh-you guys enjoy being together and-I don’t-argh! I’m trying not to make this sound weird!”

Thomas groaned in frustration while Roman simply stared at Thomas with a hint of love in his eyes. Frustration aside, Thomas was quite adorable when he was flustered.

......Ah so that’s what Thomas was worrying about.

“What I’m trying to say is that I-I wanted to give it a try ya know? I know it’s weird but you guys just seemed really happy and it makes me happy when you guys are happy so I wanna be part of the happiness......ya know?” Roman chuckled sweetly.

“I’m sure that could happen. I wouldn’t mind anyway, you are quite beautiful in your own way compared to the others. I’d love that.” He smiled, such a genuine grin, you could see how much he loved Thomas as well. And so, Roman being Roman, took the chance to take it a step forward.

The prince leaned a little farther towards Thomas and with his words he practically locked Thomas into a mesmerized gaze, not to manipulate the host of course. That would just be rude. It made Thomas feel warm and serene, like he wanted time to stop. It did feel like it did though when Roman wrapped a single arm around Thomas’s waist and pulled him forward.

“Is this okay?”

“Mhm...”

“Would you mind if I kissed you right now?” the prince asked, barely above a whisper.

“Yes...”

With the word, he pressed his lips against Thomas’s slightly, waiting for any reaction before he went for it entirely. He hummed when Thomas kissed him the rest of the way, snaking his arms around Roman’s neck.

Roman tilted his head, pulled the host closer, and laid Thomas onto the sheets under him, all while he kissed him passionately, yet it was sweet. Not quite the fire Thomas imagined when he thought to ever kiss the prince but Roman was so gentle and slow, deep intimate kisses and an everlasting embrace. Unsurprisingly, it was everything Thomas wanted in a kiss, Roman was the one who let the host think of it all this time after all.

The moment they broke apart, they were both as red as the blankets. But still, Roman kept an almost proctective hold around Thomas’s waist and Thomas smiled like an idiot. He hid his face into the prince’s neck and giggled. Roman stared down at him like a lovesick fool, somehow his host was too cute to bare so he pressed another kiss to the crown of Thomas’s head and pulled him closer until they figured they might as well just cuddle for the afternoon.

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Patton and Thomas

“You seem like you’re in a good mood, Ro,” observed Patton when Roman bounded into the kitchen happily.

“Yes, I am. I believe I’ve fallen in love all over again.”

The others at the table, Virgil, Logan, Deceit, and Remus, looked up in question at the smitten prince. Roman disregarded their expressions and pressed a kiss to their foreheads (save for Remus who got a happy pat on the shoulder) and plopped down onto his chair.

“Last I checked you don’t travel around the entire mind to know enough traits to fall in love with, Ro, who’s the lucky guy?” asked Remus. “I mean come on, you kill a few dragons and eat chocolate in your room in the last two days and suddenly you’re head over heels for someone again?”

“I guess so, but he’d rather talk about it on his own time when he’s ready. I don’t want spoil anything.”

“Well, whoever he is, I’m sure we’d love to meet him, right guys?” Patron exclaimed. He sat a plate of waffles onto the table.

“Right,” the traits confirmed in unison.

“Now, let’s eat shall we?”

***

Later on, Patton found Thomas roaming the hall mindlessly, humming quietly. Thomas smiled lightly at Roman’s door, yet walked passed it and took a small admiration to a handmade vase on a small tablet in the hall. Patton tilted his head and shook it while a snort.

“Hiya, Thomas! Whatcha doing around here? Shouldn’t you be out there?” He pointed upwards as if the mind was underground but Thomas knew what he meant.

“Real body is napping right now, had the flu and stuff. Thought I’d walk around a little bit, get to know the place?”

“Well, you can always come to my room if you want, if you’ve got the flu, you can relax your mind body in there for a bit.”

Thomas, knowing that he did in fact love Patton like he loved Roman too, did gladly accept the father character’s invite to his room. In seconds they appeared in the slightly cluttered room and speckled fo gold flickered around in the air. Thomas smiled lightly, and leaned against Patton slightly, although he didn’t know he was until Patton questioned if he was okay with a slight look of concern. This was different than how he acted last time, now Thomas seemed as if he would fall asleep then and there.

“No, no, I just feel different than last time. Hm.....feels more calm, like I wanna hug the air.......air feels soft. I feel really soft inside I guess?” Thomas only laughed, his hair falling over his eyes with the jump of his shoulder with each laugh.

“Aww, that’s cute. You wanna sit down? We got blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and I can even conjure some hot chocolate if you want!”

“Mhm.....” Thomas sat on the thick mattress, layered with white and blue sheets, and ran his fingers over the stitched pattern on the duvet. “Soft....” he muttered. “Really soft...”

Patton could only stare in absolute awe at Thomas being so gosh darn cute. The host looked up at him with a big smile.

“Remember that time when you and I ate ice cream together on my moms porch when I was seven? When you were the only side I really talked to besides Logan and stuff? Those were good times. Still good times, I love having you around...and I love you....a lot. Lots and lots.....”

Patton stiffened for a seconds, yet his shoulders fell when he understood Thomas. Thomas smiled at him so lovingly, so full of little giggles and snorts when he brought up other memories of him and Patton. Patton’s own heart could literally flutter in his chest. He blushed and laughed as well.

“Aww....That is adorable. And I’m glad you love me! I love you lots and lots too, kiddo!”

“No like love you-love you.....” he muttered. “You’re real cute, I wanna kiss you really badly. I remember you were the one who actually had me kiss my first boyfriend, it was so nice.”

“You-you want to kiss me? Like romantically?”

“Yeah...”

Patton sighed through his nose with a small smile. “Is that you or is that the room? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable here.”

“It’s me, I just feel really soft though. But I love you....like....a lot....so......”

With a snort, Patton stepped closer to his host. He lifted Thomas’s head by the chin and Thomas just closed his eyes and hummed with a dopey smile. “Kiss me you dork.”

Patton didn’t hesitate to peck his lips lightly, peck them again, and again, peppering his lips, cheeks, and nose with feather light kisses. He pressed a single, long lasting kiss to Thomas’s lips and pulled away.

“You okay?” Patron asked when Thomas leaned his head forward onto Patton’s chest. Nuzzling into it, Thomas confirmed that he was very okay, very happy...

Just very soft.

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Logan and Thomas

Logan had noticed later on that Patton and Roman had been more invested in talking to Thomas quite often, not much along the lines of manipulating his decisions, more so just to spend time with the host.

Like most situations, the teacher became the detective and decided to investigate. He took some time staying around Thomas more often, trying to see what exactly Roman and Patton were so interested in. They were being especially giddy around Thomas so there had to be something?

Logan sat with Thomas during editing, recommended some better eating habits, went on runs with Thomas in the morning, even helped Thomas into bed and he still didn’t know what exactly was so special. However...

That was until Thomas decided to be a bit closer to Logan: greeting him in the morning with a bright smile that made Logan’s stomach fill with figurative butterflies. Thomas took a liking to Logan’s “narrator” voice and asked hesitantly for the side to read to him while he edited videos, and Logan happily obliged. Closer to autumn he took walks with the logical facet as well, and discussed a possible online astronomy course in the near future.

At those moments Logan had figured that he, as Roman would put it, was in love with Thomas. He had all the symptoms to prove it: the butterflies in the belly, a dazed yet happy feeling around his host, and a need to stay around and possibly be intimate with Thomas as well. He did want this, yet he didn’t know if Thomas would want that too.

So, like any logical person would, he simply asked.

“Thomas, I need to ask you something important.”

“What’s up, Lo?” asked Thomas. The host in question was preparing a meal for himself in the kitchen.

“Well, recently I’ve realized that I may have developed a sort of....romantic feeling for you and wanted to ask if you reciprocated my emotions as well? If not that’s fine, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No that’s fine! Kinda had a crush on you too for a while now,” the host laughed. He hardly took a glance from the stir fry in his hand. Logan in turn just bowed his head and coughed nervously.

“Well, if that’s how you feel, um, I wondered if you would like to be in a romantic relationship....with me? You know, do couple things like holding hands, sleeping together in some cases or....”

Thomas turned to face Logan, barely a couple inches from the aspect. He smiled.

“Or what, Lo?”

“O-or.....kiss their significant other......”

“Hm...would you like to?”

“Ah-um-yes, that would be nice...”

“I mean if you don’t want to, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“It’s perfectly fine Thomas-um-oh for crofters’ sake, please just kiss me...”

Thomas took a hold of Logan’s tie and tugged him forward against his lips, Logan gasped for only a second before placing his hands awkwardly on Thomas’s waist. Thomas simply cupped his cheeks, sliding down to tentatively caress the logical side’s neck while Logan simply let Thomas lead his actions. Taking Logan and turning him and the side to pin Logan against the counter, Thomas held the other’s back and waist Logan moved to grasp at the host’s shoulders.

When they broke apart, Thomas gasped-

“What is it?”

“THE MUFFINS”

“Oh-oH NO-“

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Virgil and Thomas

“What’s with Logan? He’s been uncharacteristically happy and that’s saying a lot since he’s been doing good since we started dating and stuff,” asked Virgil, appearing on the bottom step. Thomas glanced over the top of his computer.

“Oh hello, Virgil! Yeah he’s been doing good lately. Told him that I might do an online astronomy course!”

“That explains it. But like....he, Roman, and Patton, look like they fell in love again. Even Logan doesn’t look that smitten around us. There something between you two or something?”

“No, but I mean still, something wrong Virgil?”

“No, no, just wondered is all.”

Thomas rolled his eyes and got back to editing while Virgil stood at the stairs awkwardly shifting on his feet. Thomas looked up and raised a brow, noticing that Virgil looked distressed to some extent.

“Virge, you okay?”

Virgil didn’t say anything for a moment, opening his mouth a few times and nothing would come out. A small flush rose to his cheeks and Thomas tilted his head.

“Virge?”

“Um.....So....I know this will sound really weird and I’m so sorry if this bothers you like seriously I am and you can kick me out if you want but like-I um-I....I think I.....like you? Like not as a host or a friend ya know? Like uh.....yeah.....I think you get the point....”Virgil bit at the nail of his thumb and rocked on his heels.

“Awww....that is so sweet. Can I tell you something if you don’t tell anyone else yet?”

“Uh...sure?”

“Well, why don’t you come on over here.” Thomas moved the laptop onto the coffee table. “Don’t wanna announce it to the whole house ya know?”

Virgil hesitantly sa on the couch next to Thomas who somehow still smiled sweetly at him. He motioned for Virgil to lean towards him, to tell him the secret. Cupping around Virge’s ear, Thomas said:

“I’m in love with all of you...that includes you.” He pulled away, watching for a reaction. The anxious trait just sat there, a bright red blush coating his nose, cheeks, and ears.

“I-I-“

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah-Yeah oh yeah that awesome thank god. Ohhh thank god that you do...”

Thomas took Virgil’s hand slowly, watching as Virgil relaxed into his side with a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, the aspect pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and hid in his arm under his hood immediately. Thomas chuckled and pulled the laptop back onto his lap to work once more.

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Remus and Thomas

“A little birdie told me that you’ve been smooching up a storm around here!”

Thomas jumped at the sound of Remus’s voice, not noticing when the trait frown at the reaction for a second.

“Oh, hello Remus. Still getting used to,” he gestured at Remus’s entire body,”uh...that.”

“Right, anyway, why don’t I get any kisses! I’m a good kisser! I’m Roman’s brother for crying out loud!”

“Well, maybe I wasn’t ready yet? I don’t necessarily have to kiss you just because you want me to.”

“I know,” Remus dragged disdainfully. “I mean you did say you hate me.”

“Remus, you and I know that’s not the reason....or even true anymore. I don’t hate you, you can just be....eccentric at times and not at a level I’m comfortable with.”

Remus pouted, his arms hung by his sides.

“Okay, can’t make you do it so I won’t. But if you’re gonna be with Roman just treat him good, ‘kay? Like, he is head over heels for you and I will bash your head in if you hurt his feelings.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Sure,” he said. But just before Remus could sink out, Thomas stepped over and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. It was the least he could do right?

The trait in turn flushed quickly and stammered out a thank you. Thomas laughed and sat back onto the couch while shaking his head lovingly. Like he said, he didn’t hate Remus, he didn’t love him a lot too, just that he wanted to get more comfortable with his habits before attempting anything.

It was quite a while before Thomas considered the idea again. It was settled initially that he, Roman, Logan, Virgil, and Patton were dating. He hadn’t visited the “dark sides” to really discuss the idea with them either. From what he learned is that Deceit was a little selective with his partners, yet Thomas wondered how he managed to pick everyone in the mind. Still, he didn’t want to exclude deceit either and like the others, good golly he loved deceit too.

However, he didn’t want to go into it yet, he had a duke to visit.

The trait was in his own creepy domain, his room was messy and littered with odd ideas and the walls were lined with shelves of potions, creatures, and weapons. Remus didn’t really notice when his host appeared in the room; he was busy removing some blood out of a green cape. He did feel some kind of presence so, absentmindedly, he said hello to anyone who was possibly there.

His didn’t expect to hear the voice of Thomas and his head perked up like that of a dog when they hear the doorbell.

“Thomas? Shouldn’t you be somewhere else? I know this is my room and all but you could literally be killed in here if you stay too long.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I thought we should move this conversation to my room instead.”

“As underlyingly sexual as that sounds, sure!”

With a snap of his fingers, Remus took himself and Thomas to the real world. It wasn’t new to him, he’s seen Thomas’s room several times so it was a usual spot if they wanted to discuss anything.

“So, you know how I’ve been dating the others, right?”

“Well duh.”

“Well, I thought maybe it was time that I considered that you should be a part of that too.”

“You-wait what? But you said you weren’t comfortable with-“ Remus gestured at himself “-all of this.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “And I have now, you dork. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. You know even deceit wouldn’t have me lie about something like that when he loves you too.”

Remus thought for a second. “.....true. I don’t believe you though, I mean come on! You’re Thomas Sanders! I know they like me but why would a host love the dark side of creativity! I know what I said before and yes, I did want it, but like-listen to yourself!”

“You don’t believe me? If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t say it. I wouldn’t do that to you, Remus.”

The trait pouted once more and crossed his arms. Huffing, he said,”Well how would I know that?”

“You want me to prove it?”

“Well yeah!”

In one swift motion, Thomas stepped forward and pecked the trait’s lips gently. He snorted when Remus went uncharacteristically red all the way to the tip of his ears. He stuttered and opened his mouth but nothing came out.

“I-you-oh my god-you just did that-“

“I did. Was it okay?”

In seconds a beaming smile spread across Remus’s face and he laughed.

“Very. Do it again.”

And again, Thomas kissed him, only Remus cupped his face and pulled him closer. Thomas hardly minded though, and he grabbed the aspect by the waist and kissed him harder. It didn’t surprise him when Remus didn’t hesitate to utilize his tongue but to Thomas, it felt so good.

“Does this mean we’re dating now?” asked Remus when they pulled away for a gasp of air.

Thomas smiled. “It can if you’d like it to.”

“I would.” Thomas chuckled when the duke pulled him in for a tight hug, resting his chin on top the host’s head.

“By the way, your mustache tickles.”

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Deceit and Thomas

Generally, Deceit hadn’t minded that Thomas was dating all of the others. He was actually quite happy that Thomas loved them too and seeing them so bright with each other made his heart dance a little.

However, he couldn’t quite pinpoint why he’d feel a small pang of jealousy to the group, even considering that he was also dating everyone except Thomas. Normally he was choose-y with who he wanted to be with, he even wondered himself how he managed to fall in love with almost everyone.

Or everyone possibly. He thought maybe he loved Thomas too as well. And that was a problem for him when he didn’t even think Thomas would like him of all people. Sure, Thomas even liked Remus but Remus was silly and random but honestly (ironically speaking) Remus was sweet. Fluffy pickup lines and special dates weren’t his forte but he managed to show some love in his own way to the host.

With that thought in mind, he wondered why on earth Thomas appeared in his room...alone. No sides with him, not even Joan, just a softly smiling Thomas that made the human half of his face flush at the very sight of him. He stared for a second from his place barely a foot away from Thomas. This was...unusual.

“Hello, Thomas. I’m assuming you’re lost? Remus’s room is the next one over. You’ll know when you hear some classic horror screams and bloodshed.”

Thomas could only laugh at the greeting, making deceit flush harder. He merely looked down at his fingers and tapped them absentmindedly.

“No, no. I just thought that I should tell you that I love you.”

“Ah, I see that Roman and Remus must’ve upped your confidence in telling men that you love them straightforward without any type of foreplay.”

“But it’s true! I wanted to come in and ask if you wanted to be a part of the relationship!”

“That sounds lovely, but despite my function to make you lie, I feel like you are lying despite that I am not making you lie. Truthfully, and ironically said, I feel like you’re just saying that to give me a figurative reassurance.”

Thomas made a face at the trait. He squinted and raised a single brow, mouth held into pursed lips. “Well that wasn’t the answer I was expecting...That was oddly....honest of you. That’s a very internal statement that I’m not quite sure if you should’ve said out loud or not?”

“My room has very...opposite effects on me. I don’t speak in lies in here. If that makes you uncomfortable, we can leave-“

“No, no, I like this side of you. At least I know that you aren’t lying and you know that I’m not either....Wait, why did you think I was?”

“Just an odd little feeling. I just think that it’s a pity confession-“ He stopped himself with wide eyes. An expression almost pertaining to fear.

Thomas only stared in bewilderment. The normally sly and charming side was now afraid of what the host thought of him now.

“I’m sorry. Please do not take offense to that-I really didn’t mean it. Please don’t tell anyone I said that, that’s not what I meant-“

“It’s fine, Deceit. I understand.”

“You...how on earth do you understand?”

“Because that’s how I think, and how I think is how you think.”

“And you think that you loving me is pity because I was that last person? The leftover?”

“What? No, no, listen-“

“You think that I’ll just tag along and sit there while you actually love them because you actually do?!”

“Deceit, calm down-“

“No! Why would you say-no think that?! I’m just fine with the rest of them!”

“Deceit that’s not what I was saying-“

“Then what were you saying?!”

Thomas flinched at the sudden appearance of two extra sets of arms, each hand balled into a fist. He cowered lower from Deceit’s gaze, bringing his hands to the front of his chest. And only for a second could deceit see that Thomas was afraid. He’d never seen the composed trait lose his temper so quickly; he exscalted into practically screaming in mere seconds. Over a personal subject, however, Thomas could understand that...

But silence still lingered in the air, thick enough to be sliced by a very thought. And so it crumbled with two separate paths of mind, raging back and forth for words. Deceit swallowed thickly and spoke, the hands relaxing only just a little.

“I don’t feel the lie,” he closed his eyes, both stinging at the backs keeping them from spilling down his cheeks,”But there’s no truth when you said that your thoughts of pitying me just to feel like you actually loved me. Why-why is that?”

“Gosh you and Remus both. You both didn’t believe me when I said that I loved you guys. I do, I really do, but the thought of a possible paranoia that I could be simply pitying either of you crosses my mind from time to time. And I don’t pity you, I love you, truthfully. And I tried to explain that to you but you started yelling and I got scared and I couldn’t say anything...”

“Im sorry-“

“No, that was my fault. I didn’t mean to phrase it that way.”

“Sure, but I’m still sorry and wait-you really do love me?”

“Yeah...”

“Unconditionally? No pity? No lie?”

“Yes, Deceit, I do.”

“Then.....then I love you too.”

Thomas glanced back up at Deceit. The said trait was fiddling with his gloves nervously. He smiled softly at the host, who smiled back happily.

“Thank god, but that didn’t go as great as I hoped a confession would go.”

“Yeah.....also...you know...”

“Hm?”

“I always wondered if you actually had a forked tongue.”

Deceit snorted and began a fit of laughter muffled by the palm of the glove over his mouth. Adorable, Thomas thought.

“Hm, why don’t you take a look?” Deceit took a step closer to the host, tilting his head with a smirk.

With a giggle, Thomas reached to cup the scales side of deceits face and kissed him lightly. Taking the six arms Deceit had already made visual, he wrapped Thomas into a hug and leaned down to deepen the kiss. Ghosting Thomas’s bottom lip with a thin snake-like tongue, he slid the tongue into Thomas’s mouth with a hum. It almost felt like velvet, an interesting sensation that Thomas was surprised that he loved every second of.

Within seconds the two were practically in their own world, set on kissing the other until they were breathless. Pulling away, panting, they smiled. Thomas wrapped his armed around deceit’s shoulders and deceit took a set of arms to do the same, keeping the other set around Thomas’s waist, and anotherholding his hands gently, rubbing the thumbs over the backs of Thomas’s hands.

“Love you, Dee.”

Deceit just kept smiling, humming contentedly, swaying them both gently.

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romanasanders · 5 years ago

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Tower of Sleep

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Somewhere in the middle of the imagination, not far from the border that divided the lands of the Prince and the Duke, stood a high tower. Not that its location was important: after all, the imagination is a metaphysical place where distance is an illusion inside one guy’s head.

But back to the tower. Its resident was not a side, but he did have a direct connection to the Host, unlike other beings of the imagination. Influencing him for about six to eight hours every day, and providing vivid hallucinations during that time of unconsciousness. The name of this figment was Sleep. Though, despite the aforementioned fact that he was not a side, he still had claimed a name next to his title.

“Remy!”

Sleep looked out of the highest tower window, and a grin appeared on his face as he saw the Prince, riding on his horse, coming closer, a bag slung over their shoulder. “Don’t you dare!” He shouted back, but his voice lacked any real offence.

“Remy, Remy, let your hair down!” The prince descended from his horse and waved dramatically with his arm. From this distance it was difficult to see, but Remy was sure that they had the usual twinkle in his eyes that came with making any kind of fairytale reference. “Bitch, first come on up here before you make any demands.” Remy responded, retreating back into their room. Prince Roman would be up there in a minute or two.

Remy sat back in front of their work, which looked like a crossbreed between an alchemist’ workplace and a six grade science set. Inside the vials and tubes there were swirly colorful fumes and liquids, all surrounding a grand book that displayed two types of text: seemingly ancient recipes and quickly scribbled notes. Along the walls there were even more labeled flasks filled with colours, some luminescent, some glittering, and some moving as if they had a will of their own.

Soon enough, Roman had made his way up the long stairs and opened the door. Every time the prince was fascinated by the sight of Sleep’s workplace: the place where dreams, quite literally, could come true. Remy himself hung back in his chair, taking a sip of a plastic starbucks cup. “Do you never get confused with your beverage?” Roman asked jokingly, carefully carrying their bag to a table in the middle of the room. “Girl, you have no idea.” Remy shot back with a huge grin as he turned to the table as well. “Last time it was one of yours, luckily..But anyway, show me what you got!”

Roman grinned and opened his bag, revealing the content: the same kind of flasks that were lining the shelves of the workshops.”The best kind of fantasies you can get.” He boasted, carefully laying them out for Sleep. “Performances, saving damsels, flying, outings with friends- Patton helped with that last one- and of course, a big dose of celebrity meetings!” Sleep hummed, resting his sunglasses on their head in favour to inspect the inspiration- because that's what it was, pure inspiration.

Roman let out a small offended sigh due to lack of reaction from the figment. “ I worked on something with Lin Manuel Miranda that you’ll love!” He said, offering them one of the final tubes, with a swirly golden-brown color. “Neat.” Remy commented, putting his sunglasses back. “But you know how I like to make mixtures of good and bad shit, right? Besides, Thomas will be forgetting most of it anyway.” “I know..” Roman quasi-whined, while crossing his arms. “Still, your dreams always manage to strike just the right cord, giving Him ideas that I can really work with!”

The prince let his eyes glace around the workplace again. “Has Remus been here yet?” “Not yet, I expect him tonight.” Remy responded, taking some of Roman’s inspiration and stacking them away. “I was getting low on Monsters, and also on Dumb Ways To Die.” He pretended to ignore the face Roman made in response to that. “Do you really have to include those.. nightmares? You could give Thomas pleasant dreams, saving- nay, being saved by handsome princes and-”

“stOP!” Remy grasped Roman’s sash, pulling him away from the shelves, which were in danger with the Prince’s swooning gestures. “Listen,” Sleep said as soon as they were in the middle of the room again. “I don’t care about all that shit- I just help you guys with cleaning up y’alls creative juices.” “Alright, alright.” Roman said, shrugging. “It was just a suggestion. Just one more thing before I leave though.”

Remy, grabbing his coffee again, took a long sip. “What’s it?” “You know how Thomas’ fans sometimes have influence on the Imagination, and well, us?” “Duh.” Remy rolled his eyes. “They landed me this job.” “It was a rhetorical question!” Roman huffed. “ANYway, another thing they did was establish our birthdays! We celebrated Patton’s yesterday, on the fifteenth.”

Remy raised one of his eyebrows. “ Y’all are not human in the first place, so they just picked a date?” “Well, not really!” Roman said, caught in his tangent. “You see, that date was the first time Thomas featured his ‘Dad’ character in his content! I believe it was a Vine, actually-” Remy nodded. “That’s cool, I guess. Say hi to Pops from me.” The figment turned to one of the tubes behind him, and opened the tap. A strange substance, something between smoke and cotton candy, came out and wrapped itself around Sleep’s skilled fingers. Usually this would be the sign for Roman to leave.

“Will do! But that’s not all what I wanted to say about that.” Remy looked up again, spotting the glint in Roman’s eye now in person. “What? Should I put him in a dream as some kinda.. Birthday Gift? I already told you Girl, I do not take requests.” “No no no no-” The Prince waved away the suggestion. “This is about you! Do you remember when Thomas first featured you in a short video?”

“You don’t have to rub in that I’m much younger than all of you guys.” Remy replied dryly, the half-formed dream mixture swirling in his hands. “It was 2018.” Roman said, ignoring their remark. “January the Sixteenth.” The Prince spread his arms, as if he’d personally arranged the birthday for the other.

“That’s today, isn’t it?”

“You don’t know what day it is?”

“Girl.. Either I work or I go out, you know I don’t have a sleeping schedule.”

Roman nodded at that, his triumphant grin getting smaller. Remy focused his attention back on the Dream, and Roman took his bag from the table. “Well.. I’ll see you next week then, I suppose.” “Yeppers. Goodbye Romeo.” “Oh, and Remy?”

Sleep looked up, over his sunglasses towards the Prince who stood in the door opening. “Happy Birthday.” Remy raised a salute as a Thank You, and Roman disappeared down the stairs. A few moments later, Remy could hear the hooves of their noble steed, slowly getting softer.

“A birthday.” Sleep scoffed, poking a bit at the Dream, not really looking at what he was doing, but relying on his experience. “Can you actually believe that?”

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popculturebuffet · 5 years ago

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Excalibur #1: “The Accolade of Betsy Braddock”

As the magic of Krakoa seeps into Otherworld and puts Morgan Le Fay in a genocidal mood, Betsy Braddock tries to find her place in the new world while also dealing with her idiot brother.. but you know instead of Paul Rudd she has a reality warping man child with mental instablity. Meanwhile Apocalypse adopts an unprouncable name and a new misson statment as a wizard man, Gambit suppresses the urge to kill him and Goldballs tries a new somehow even worse name out.

Welcome back. Due to yesterday being kinda nuts, and the last review being more taxing than planned, this one is kinda late. But better late than never as dawn of X continues it’s win streak with Excalibur, back and better than ever. And thankfully this time, the exposition is all really easy to bake in as we go compared to my last few reviews, so without any delay, it’s time to forge the sword once again. This is Tini Howard and Marcus To’s Excalibur.

We open on a long info page revealing that when Xavier gave his big “While you Slept the world changed” or, to put it more acuratley “All I wanted was to love you , to help you to save your asses and all you did was either try to kill us, look away while others did, or make a token effort at best to help. Fuck you, we’re taking what’s ours bitches. “ speech, Apocalypse gave his own, in a sense telling Humankind “Magic is ours to take back now.... “

We cut to the present where Morgan Le Fay is in Otherworld, basically the court of king arthur, the source of Captain Britan’s power, and a realm created by the british public’s collective subconscious. I don’t get it either. But Morgan Le Fay, Arthur’s evil sister and long time pain in the ass of the Avengers in the 616, has taken over in his absence and nearly drowns one of her minons upon finding something in her well.. a weed affecting it.. and since the x-men have a plant motif and apocalypse made a big MINE NOW speech to the rest of the world.. it’s easy to see Krakoa’s involved. Nice work Apocalypse, your on Krakoa one week and you’ve already pissed off the neighbors.

After the opening titles, we cut to Braddock Academy, basically the british version of Xavier’s and Avengers Academy and unsurprisingly a pet project of Brian’s. Since the school is also the Braddock ancestral home, Betsy’s been crashing here while sorting things out after getting her original body back. Yeah for those of you not that familiar with Psylocke, which I am not but know at least this much, was body swapped with the Assian Kwannon. That was reversed shortly before Dawn of X, which in order to help smooth the transition has given each their own starring roll. And really it is an intresting thing to explore: Betsy spent 5 or 6 years in a body that was not her own, living her life, loving, and doing bloody awful things in the name of the greater good. So it’s no suprise being put back in her old body after all this time and the implications of having basically lived her life in someoen elses skin with the other person now having it back and being understandably pissed about it, having only not gotten it back sooner due to dying of the Legacy Virus. Thankfully this issue dives deep into it and we’ll explore it more as we go.

The child loudly complaning is Margaret, Brian and Meggan’s daughter. Margret is one of the few things Mark Guggenheim’s run on X-Men did that was all that intresting as, probably thanks to a combination of her dad’s magical man juice and her mom’s already shifting genetics, can already talk in full sentences and comprehend stuff at the tender age of 1. Betsy is of course heading to Krakoa but much like Kitty last week, she’s unsure. But it still works: Kitty was unsure because Krakoa, for whatever reason, basically rejected her and staying would just make her a ghost again. For Betsy, she’s gone from living in a stranger’s body and back again and is understandably frazzled and unsure of tommorow.

But as Brian escorts her to the portal on his property, a touch I like as Meggan is a mutant herself and Brian is a longtime ally so it makes perfect sense to put a portal down there both for his mutant students to depart and for Meggan to visit without having to leave her husband behind, he encourages her. This is something I love about the issue: most x-runs I see betsy in kinda forget she has a brother and Uncanny X-Force turned him into an asshole. Here, their close bond and past, she was a supporting character in his book first after all, is shown beautifully as Brian , while happy to have her back, wants her to move on with her life and knows she’ll do great.

As also seen above Betsy wishes their brother could join them though Brian isn’t so sure. I didn’t really get into Jamie in the other review, and i’m pleased as punch to get here there. Jamie is their older brother.. and also has schizophrenia and the power of god, two tastes that instead create a rancid punch that threatns all life as Jamie dosen’t think anything else is real. Despite this, Betsy wishes he’d be there to see it and hopes it’d make him better. After all if Apocalypse can find a new start here why not him? They literally have worse people on the island.

Speaking of the devil, after Betsy makes her awkward entrance, we cut to Apocalypse who’s of course standing out a window watching everything meancingly, because even when he’s on the good guy side and no longer plotting horribly Darwinian crimes.. he’s still a super villian deep down and old habits die hard. He’s visited by Trinary, a fairly new x-character introduced in X-Men Red, she’s a technopath, as well as one of the brain trust running Krakoa’s computer network. Also as you can see apocapse want’s to be called by his weird Krakoan name.. i’m just going to stick with Apocalypse as I assume it’s the same thing and even Tini Howard herself has flat out admitted she dosen’t have a translation for it and just scripts him as Apocalypse still. He also gets dagger eyes from everyone’s faviorite Cajun as he makes his villianous rant.

Remy does however have more reason than most to hate the man: He was one of Apocalypse’s horseman once: he attempted to go under cover, but underestimated how good the horseman process was and would up having to go to Mr.Sinister of all people to get himself back to normal. So yeah, having the guy who turned you into a monster that tried to kill your future wife, KINDA makes you not willing to have a ham sammich with the guy. Trinary came to fetch Apocalypse to check out a new gate that opened.. to otherworld.. the problem is Morgan sealed it, and thus Apocalypse , not being a moron, decides they need “a champion” to break it. And since Hercules is on a three month no pants cruise of the bahamas right now, he’s going to have to be less literal about it. Meanwhile MOrrigan is an asshole to a coven of sorcerers decreeing that they failed her by.. letting mutants exist. Yeah the one weakspot I have with the book thus far is the opening villianess: Morgan Le Fay simply isn’t that intresting and while she’s had a good storyline or too here she’s pissy because.. mutants found magic again. It isn’ t a terrible motive but her steroptical villaness “take my anger out out my minons” stuff is just tiresome and not at all entertaining. She’s the right level of threat for this book, just not fleshed out about enough and is the one real dry spot in this issue.

Back on Krakoa, Betsy runs into Kwannon and it’s.. about as awkard as you’d expect as you can see.. and really isn’t helping Betsy’s unease. And I actually, despite not having read a ton of comics with Betsy in them get why she’s so uneasy besides the obvious problems of having the woman whose face you stole around all the time: she has no idea what to do. Everyone else on Krakoa, for the most part at least, is fully on board with the new plan, rairing to go. Sure some understandably object to their old foes being there… but theirs a sense of optimism and wonder and happy.. that just dosen’t go with someone who has so much blood on her hands she looks like she took a guys heart out with her bear hands, is in a body that hasn’t been home in years, and has to look the person who’s body she stole, intentional or not, and didn’t put any effort into bringing back from the dead or once she was back giving her her body back in the face. She’s just not in a great place. Thankfully even if her old pal Jubilee dosen’t pick up on this she does get Betsy could probably use some booze. Unfortunatley pressing matters keep her from finding out if krakoa can pour mimosa’s directily into her mouth via some kind of hose bush:

It’s your pal and mine goldballs, one of the five mutants able to raise the dead (but the car is fine). Or Egg I guess but I’m not calling him that. For one goldballs is a far better name just for the ridiculous factor. For another, just call yourself goldeggs. It’s still dumb but egg is somehow dumber. Even add a Z if you want no one cares. Your one of Krakoa’s own personal jesus’. You could rip a person’s throat out and no one would care… though granted that’s also because death is now meaningless for mutants. But yeah as you can see he has a problem and it’s Jamie.

And yup Jamie is back, alive and while not trying to kill everyone, is still kind of a weird asshole. Also I do not want to know what he did in there but I presume he fucked at least one person. Maybe he made them out of thin air, maybe they just came in. Maybe Sinister decided why not. Either way he’s fouling up the pods, and soon puts his foot in his mouth by saying Betsy’s classic look reminds him of better times right after their parents died. However in a nice little character bit he quickly apologizes, showing he has genuinely changed thanks to his resurrection on some level, and admits that the real reason is because they were all together then and all happy. As for why he’s a nusiance, it’s simple: while ressurectees DO need time to recover from you know, the whole being dead thing, it usually takes about ten minutes for the shock to wear off. And while there’s clearly no shock left Jamie is just farting around. Betsy’s response is to treat him like a ten year old.

It..actually works.. but unfortunately Jamie has about as much intrest in seeing Brian as Brian does in seeing him. And I see why: before he went insane, Jamie was still a supervillian and still hunted brian out of jealousy, while Jamie.. is just kind of a dick. He’s like Krakoa’s own discord: he’s not an apocalyptic godlike threat to the world any more but he will fuck with you just for cheap laughs. Betsy tries using her telepathy to force him to go but Fabio stops her, as it upsets the eggs apparently and decides to drag Brian here, something even Jamie can see as a bad idea. And when the naked man whose been back for all of 5 minutes can see the holes in your plan, maybe you rethink things. But I also get why Betsy is trying so hard at this: She has almost no stablity left and Brian has been her rock, past and present. But Jamie is still her brother and now has the potetinal to do good and while still a loon, is no longer a genocidal madman and is stubbornly refusing to reconcile because he’s decided to swear off humanity. She just wants her family whole and her brothers not trying to kill each other, but is in too bad a state to recognize they need time and may NEVER get along. it’s how it is with family. Dosen’t mean she has to choose one or the other. Brian wouldn’t make her and frankly Jamie isn’t dumb enough to try that. Thankfully apocalypse interupts Betsy’s extrodinarly bad plan to ask her about the gate.. and point out that Brian himself would be the best way and that, even as a half human, he’d be welcome here in this crisis. He probably get some leeway since apparently the captain britan thing makes him half otherworlder and he is a cosmic champion versus just some joe who wants to enjoy a paradise he hasn’t earned thorugh hard work or nearly dying a bunch.

Betsy heads to Braddock Manor where Brian is already planning on going to Otherworld to fix this and is naturally not all that inclined to listen to Apocalypse. So as seen above Betsy goes with plan B: She’s going with him even if it’s a trap because fighting alongside her brother doing the right thing is better than moping around an island trying to dodge Kwannon. This also gives me a nice opprotunity to bring up Betsy’s approach to their former enemies. She’s far more accepting than the rest, even Logan outright objected, but I also easily get why: She’s former black ops, having served on one version of X-Force and lead the one right after it. She understands the need for pragmatism and is a pragmatic person. It’s probably why she’s so willing to forgive Jamie: yeah he did terrible things, but at his worst he was mentally ill, and as established by X-Men #1, Krakoa has terrific healthcare and telepaths and empaths to help him work through his issues. He may not WANT to of course, but he’s more likely to and him slowly improving in paradise is better than her brother just being dead to her as a genocidal mad man. They encounter Morgan who, being basically a 50′s disney villian, expects Brian as otherworld’s champion to start drowning his own sister.. because fuck subtley.

Back on Krakoa we meet up with Rouge and Gambit. As a tiny bit of exposition for you lapsed ex fans the two are now married. The two reconciled in the excellent Rouge and Gambit mini series, hashing out their long and messy history. Then X-Men gold happened.. see there was SUPPOSED to be a wedding of Colosus and Kitty.. but their reconcilation was so terribly forced no one wanted the wedding and editoral had gambit, of course, steal The Wedding. So the two are in a happy place, though Rouge dosen’t want to use her power dampener on paradise, understandable as said dampener is a repurposed anti-mutant thing and it’d be like brining a pile of nazi gold as your present to a jewish wedding. Rouge then decides , as shown above ot bring up the idea of having kids but before Gambit can say “of course”, Trinary summons them for apocalypse. Apocalypse needs Rouge as he figures her absoprtion power might allow her to serve as a gateway, and a way to retrieve Betsy. Remy, Understandably, dosen’t want her to do this But Rogue is willing to take the risk to save her friend. Remy , now tenativley on board, suggestings bringing in Jubes since she was the last one to talk to Betsy, but A-Train is way ahead of them.

Naturally, having talked to her all of one sentence, she has nothing. Also curiously apparently Apocalypse wanted Jubes to bring her son, adopted if you didn’t knokw about him, Shogo with her but shockingly she didn’t want to bring her son to see the scary blue man who had no trouble trying to do a murder on a child when she was younger. However Apocalypse really needs her as a bridge between minds: Rouge will touch the portal to break through it and Gambit will keep watch and is all too happy to. As a side note i’d lvoe to see apocalypse babysit “So you see small infant, after that I cleaved the flesh off his skull and put said skull on a pile as a warning to my enimies. You always want to get the flesh nice and clean off.. .the bits create more of a smell and you need to think of the smell. Speaking of the smell I think someone needs a changie!”

I would too, but i’m pretty sure Remy would be a ground smear, but I think Apocaypse does respect his willingess to try anyway even if he dosen’t take gambit serious as a threat.

Back in crazy magic lady town Morgan is slowly corrupting Brian, and despite Betsy’s best attempts to stop it, is quickly turned into a warped dark knight who’s trying to shove the amulet of right in her face for some reason.

But with Apocalypse plan in motion, she figures out what’s going on and destroys the portal.. unfortuantley for Rogue this causes to feel weird and then well.. this is the end result.

What exactly the fuck dosen’t even begin to describe this.

Back in King Arthur’s House, Trinary’s words not mine, Betsy tries to kick Morgan’s ass but Dark Brian blocks her… before the above happens.. and it’s clear WHY he was cramming the amulet down her throat... Morrigan has full control of him, he can’t do anything to stop her.. but he can pass it on so she can hopefully stop her or , if he can’t be freed, destroy him before he harms anyone else. He sends her back to the real world as Betsy wails> This scene is damn powerful, as we’ve seen before Brian was one of the few people who understood she was going through some shit and offered her his full support... and now he’s gone, no idea how to rescue him, leaving a wife and daughter behind.

Back on Krakoa things arne’t much better wirth Rouge int he flower cocoon I showed earlier and Gambit ready to blow Apocalypse’s head off.. and as you can see Apocalypse is like “Fine i’ll come back from it stronger, but can you please wait? We’ve got a lot of shit going down. But before Apocalypse can pound Remy into a Cajun Corpse, the assembled group is distracted by a returning Betsy.

And so we end on Betsy, now fully crowned once again as Captain Britain, wondering what the fuck is up with Rogue. We get a quick Epilogue where one of the covern from earlier joins a cult based on the same one related to apocayplypse and we’re out. ‘Final Thoughts: Excalibur #1 is a good start. While some things don’t quite gel, Otherworld isn’t explained at all for those who have never heard of it (raises hand), it feels fresh and makes me invested in Betsy’s struggle, the tragedy Brian goes through, Remy’s fury and Apocalypse, who for once gets to serve as a wise sage instead of a warrior and it’s an intresting role for him, as well as him clearly being set up to mentor Betsy as she rises higher than ever before with her new role. It makes you want to see what comes next and the only real drawback is that Jubilee is basically a tagalong while Rictor is entirely absent, but both I suspect will be fixed with time. As fhte first part of a story, and the first Dawn of X Comic to be part of an arc since the two mini series that launched it, it works well setting things up. As I said the comic suffers from a lack of exposition on Otherworld and from a weak villain, but it’s not enough to distract from this fun, well crafted fantasy and I can’t wait to see what comes next. Until next time, hail to the queen baby.

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