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rommahh · 3 years

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Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

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inactiive-shit · 4 years

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Life As A Sanders

Chapter 12: Birds In Flight

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LAAS Masterlist

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Warnings: None

Pairings: familial DLAMP, romantic Sleepxiety, primarily brother Analogical

Summary: It’s time for Virgil and Logan to find their own ways.

The Grand Finale. It’s Over, Y’all.

Words: 3,936

Age: 19, 23, & 13

Note: I am so sorry for the delay! The current state of the world just absolutely crushed my ability and will to write, so this is super fucking late. I hope

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Virgil sat on his bed, staring at the walls he’d been decorating since he was ten years old and couldn’t draw nearly as well as he thought he could. He didn’t know how he was supposed to be able to sleep anywhere else. In a room where he didn’t know the location and cause of every chip in the paint, every dent in the wall, and every door that was made specifically for them, how would Virgil live?

In a room where he didn’t have his brother next door, just a knock away, how was Virgil supposed to exist?

He shoved an additional sketchbook into the ‘Staying’ pile and tried not to think about it.

Trying not to think about it. That had become an unnervingly common coping mechanism lately. He tried not to think about that, too.

He was not doing a very good job of either.

Currently, it is taking his whole concentration simply to focus enough into choosing what stays and what goes. Virgil, suddenly, had become aware that he also wanted to stay and while that could be the anxiety talking (or the insomnia, he hasn’t slept in days) it could also be that he genuinely rushed into this and didn’t really think about what he wanted, just what Logan was going to do regardless.

Did Virgil want college or was he chasing his brother? Did it matter?

This time it’s a book he threw into the ‘Staying’ pile. He glared at the expanding menagerie of his belongings and his life and then added a random paint brush to it. He didn’t know where it came from, where the rest of its set was. It was raggedy and broken and lost and should probably go in the trash, much like Virgil himself.

Well, he’s not raggedy, but he was a little broken and a lot lost and he didn’t just go in the trash, Virgil was the trash. He’s like the star of the whole damn show.

Virgil stopped that line of thinking by chucking an entire box of sharpies onto his bed and then watching in resignation as it bounced onto the floor and spilled its guts everywhere.

He crouched down on the floor and began to painstakingly recollect all the markers. His hands were shaking, annoying, and his heart was racing, rude, where was it even trying to go?, and he couldn’t seem to not think about the things he’d been trying to not think about for days. Why was his entire body turning against him like some sort of crappy hypnosis?

What if this was a mistake? What if he shouldn’t leave? What if something bad happened to Dad while he was gone? What if something bad happened to Logan if he didn’t go? Someone could die and-

Of course, it was ridiculous to think that he was the only thing standing between his family and utter ruin. Virgil knew that. But the thoughts in his head were like a vortex that had had enough of being contained. They pulled him into the spiral even though he knew it wasn’t rational, and Virgil, for the life of him, couldn’t seem to find a way to pull himself back out.

“V?” Dee asked, slipping into his room. He was holding what looked like a kite. Virgil didn’t know. He didn’t think he’d ever flown a kite. Nothing made any sense. Was he even breathing right?

“Yeah, kid?”

“Do you wanna come play? Ro said they’d come outside with us.”

“Uh,” Virgil said, and coughed.

“Are you sick? Dad won’t let you go outside if you’re sick.” Dee looked up at Virgil, worried, and stepped farther into the room. He put his hand—still so little and fragile—on Virgil’s forehead. “You don’t feel hot.”

“I’m not sick,” Virgil said. “I just feel kind of funky.”

“Oh,” Dee said. He paused. “Do you not want to come outside?”

“Maybe, uh, not-not today. Sorry.” Dee shrugged and took a small step back, still staring at Virgil. He turned to go, but hesitated.

“Is it your anxiety?” he asked quietly. Then, all in a rush, “You told me it can make you feel really bad and Dad said sometimes it helps to be around people. So that you’re not stuck.”

“I don’t know…” he started, but he felt like a huge piece of shit for turning Dee down already, and it could help, even if he was pretty sure it wouldn’t.

“You can come back inside if you want.” Dee straightened his back when Virgil didn’t respond right away. “We’re going outside. Come on.” He walked across the room and grabbed Virgil’s hand, dragging him along. The scattered box of sharpies lay on his floor, forgotten.

“Did you forcibly remove him from his room?” Ro asked, squinting at Virgil. Virgil was also squinting, trying to not cry from how bright the sun was compared to the lamps in his room.

“No,” Dee said, passing the kite to Ro. He didn’t say anything else, and Ro snorted.

“Whatever you say, little Prince,” they said and began to unwind the string of the kite.

Virgil’s hair, long as it was, flapped around his face in the wind and whipped into his eyes. He wrestled it back into a low ponytail to keep it out of the way, and then, when neither Ro nor Dee seemed to need his help immediately, he laid down in the grass and stared up at the sky, the warmth of the sun sinking into his skin. He hadn’t felt quite so comfortable in weeks.

~~~~~

Virgil woke up on the couch in the living room. Logan was sitting at the opposite end reading a book and twirling a coin over his fingers. He glanced up when Virgil shifted and blinked when he saw Virgil’s eyes were open.

“Finally awake?”

“Hhhuhg,” Virgil groaned, rolling to press his face into the pillow and not have to face the world.

“It’s two a.m.,” Logan informed him. “You slept from one o’clock this afternoon until now, and Remy texted you so much I had to put your phone on silent and text them to stop because you were sleeping. Dad made pasta for dinner but didn’t want to wake you up because none of us knew the last time you actually slept. There is a bowl in the microwave for you. Oh, and Dee said you were ‘anxiety-ing’ and needed to be around people.”

“Hhhuhg,” Virgil repeated. “Eh fiihhhn.”

“I am afraid I do not speak Neanderthal,” Logan said. “You will have to translate for me.”

“I am tired,” Virgil enunciated slowly, lifting his head off the pillow, “I am fine, I want sleep.”

“Well, seeing as that’s unlikely, why don’t we talk instead. Here, allow me to get you some food.” Logan placed the coin in his book and set it carefully on the couch cushion and then walked into the kitchen. The sound of the microwave working met Virgil’s ears, and then Logan returned with a bowl and a fork. “Eat,” he said. Virgil took the bowl and sat up.

“You have to put the food in your mouth to eat it,” Logan said, picking his book back up. But instead of opening it, he put it on the table and pulled his legs onto the couch and faced Virgil.

“What?” Virgil muttered, eyes drooping shut. Logan cleared his throat and Virgil sighed, forcing himself to look up.

“You are experiencing anxiety heightened from its usual state?” he asked. Virgil shrugged. “Virgil, please answer the question. It is important to me and also the rest of our family that we know when you are not doing well and can do everything possible to help you.”

“Yeah, there’s more anxiety,” Virgil admitted. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m fine.”

It was a half-truth, and they both knew it. Virgil didn’t know what he was doing, but he definitely wasn’t handling it. He was only struggling. But he didn’t know what to do about that.

“Do you know what’s causing it?” Logan asked.

Virgil knew if he outright lied to Logan, he’d know immediately. He also knew that he couldn’t bring up the real cause of his anxiety because Logan might feel responsible or tell Dad or change his plans on account of Virgil being an over-thinking and under-thinking dumbass at the same time.

“How are you and Nate doing?” he asked, deciding that totally changing the subject was the only logical course of action.

“We’re doing very good. You’re avoiding my question.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to think about it, Logan,” Virgil snapped. “Did you ever think of that?”

“Mhm,” Logan said. “Because not thinking about something has never backfired and made a situation worse before.”

“You can be a real asshole, you know that?” Virgil said. He glared at Logan, but very quickly lost the energy to stay mad and rested his elbows on his knees, bowing his head. His hair, slowly escaping from it’s prison, tickled his face and neck.

“Sometimes brutal honesty is a necessary evil. You know that as well as I do. You should not let whatever is bothering you fester like an infection that went untreated. Tell me what is wrong so that we can work on fixing it.”

“I-” Virgil started, angry, and then he hesitated. “I don’t-I don’t know.”

“You do not know what is causing you distress?” Logan asked, gentler now.

“No,” Virgil breathed. Because he knew very well where the problem lay.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know what I-what I, what I, uh, want. I don’t know what I as me wants to do. Not I as us, not I as our family. I as me, just as me. I don’t know, L. I don’t know what to do.” There were tears in Virgil’s eyes and he was so tired he couldn’t even be bothered to care that he was about to start crying.

“V,” Logan said softly, and he put a hand on Virgil’s shoulder blade. “That’s okay. You don’t have to know.”

“Yeah, but-but we’re going to leave for, for the, uh-”

“College.”

“-that in a week. College is starting, and we paid to get in and we’re both going, but what if something bad happens to them,” Virgil jerked his head toward the bedrooms, “while we’re gone? What if I don’t go and something happens to you? What if-what if I do go and end up thousands of dollars in debt and hate every second of it and regret the next four years of my life? What then, Logan? What do I do then? I don’t know what to do. I don’t like school, but this made sense but now I don’t-I don’t-”

“Take a deep breath,” Logan instructed, demonstrating himself. He led Virgil through all his breathing exercises and naming things he could see, hear, feel, smell, and taste. By the end, though still shaking, Virgil felt marginally better.

“Sorry,” he said.

“There is nothing to be sorry for,” Logan said immediately. “This is big and it is important to think through everything before you make a decision.” He leaned back on the couch, observing Virgil from a slight distance. “You do not have to go to college.”

“But-”

“No ifs, ands, or buts about it,” he said. “You do not have to go to college. If you do not want to, you do not have to. Even if you are only unsure about if you want to, you do not have to. You can, if you like, go for a week and if you end up hating it, leave. There is nothing binding you to it, Virgil. And if, in a few years, or maybe in ten or twenty, you decide you want to try college, you can. This is not an irreversible decision.” He came closer again, leaning his side into Virgil’s. “You do not need to be worried about me. I will be fine. You do not need to worry about Dad, either. He has fended for himself for decades before we butted in with our two cents. Ro has been mostly taking care of themself for years and is about to get an apartment of their own. Dee still has Dad looking out for him. Everyone is taken care of, Virgil. You do not need to worry about if they will be okay if you leave, or if they will approve of your decision. They love you. They will keep loving you. You need to make this decision for yourself. Not for us.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” Virgil said, voice small. “I don’t know if I can exist without you, or my-my shitty art on the walls, and Dee bursting into my room whenever he wants, and Ro being so fucking obnoxious all the time with their singing, and Dad trying to sell us on syrup being a drink. I don’t know how to, how to-stop being part of, of-” Virgil waved a hand, aggravated.

“A family?” Logan suggested.

“Yeah,” Virgil said, “that.”

“So you want to go off by yourself?” he asked.

“What?! No, when did I-?” But Virgil stopped himself because somehow, now that he was thinking about it, he realized it was true. He wanted to go out and see things. He wanted to travel. He wanted to know what the world was. And he wanted to know for himself.

“The good news is,” Logan said, “you don’t have to learn to not be part of a family. You will never stop being part of this family, no matter what you do. You will never have to learn to function without us entirely. We are all a phone call away at most.” He smiled at Virgil. “The other good news is, there is no reason you cannot go off as just you, by yourself, and see what the world has to offer. There is nothing stopping you.”

“Money,” Virgil said.

“You have been saving all your holiday and birthday money for years. And Dad said that if any of us decided not to go to college, he’d give us half of our college fund and put the rest toward a vacation.”

“Transportation.”

“Ro just got a new car because they didn’t like the one they had. I am sure they would not mind allowing you to have it.”

“I don’t know how anything in the world works.”

“Then go out and learn it,” Logan said, like it was really just that easy. “Most people, I have found, do not know what they are doing, Virgil. Dad doesn’t. Ro certainly doesn’t. None of our friends do, and you saw how often our teachers would make up lesson plans as they were teaching. I think a part of being human is not knowing what is going on.”

“What about you?”

“I have a short term plan.” Logan shrugged. “I want to be a chemical engineer, so I will go to college for my degree. But I will have to figure out where my classes are, what kinds of teachers I have, what to do with myself when I am bored without my siblings around to annoy me, how to live with a roommate I have never met before, how to remember to do my laundry and take showers without constantly being reminded, how to keep in contact with Nate without getting to see him in person for weeks at a time. It is a learning curve. You are not the only one learning.”

“What if Remy and I can’t do that whole long distance thing?” he said, but it was a weak rebuttal. Virgil was searching for excuses, and Logan knew it. Even if the thought of leaving Remy behind hurt more than he would like to admit. Unlike the rest of his family, Virgil couldn’t just hope Remy would wait for him to come back.

“You will figure it out.” Logan paused. “Remy is not going to college, either. It is entirely possible they may desire to join you.”

“That’s insane,” Virgil said. “Who would just up and do something like that?”

“You would,” Logan said. “And you will not know for sure what they will say unless you ask them.”

“Huh,” Virgil said. He hesitated. “Are you sure? That this won’t come back to bite me in the ass?”

“I have no idea,” Logan said. “You may regret it. But this is what you want to do now, and if ever you change your mind, you can come back home. You can try something else. You have an entire life ahead of you to try things. I would not worry too much about it.”

“Why do you know so much?” Virgil groused, but it wasn’t a real complaint. He felt relieved and relaxed and kind of stupid now that everything had been so clearly laid out for him.

“You’re just jealous,” Logan said, and he grinned brightly at Virgil before yawning.

“Alright, you need to go to bed. When’s the last time you stayed up until three in the morning?” Virgil asked, grabbing Logan’s elbow to pull them both up.

“Didn’t want you to be out here by yourself,” Logan mumbled. He rubbed his eyes and almost knocked his glasses onto the floor.

“The speed you fall asleep is amazing,” Vigil said, more to himself than to Logan, as he guided him up the stairs and into his own room. Logan was completely out before his head hit the pillow.

~~~~~

One Week Later

Virgil threw his last bag into the trunk and slammed it shut. Remy leaned against the side of the car, watching the sky. They turned to Virgil and grinned.

“Excited?”

“Something like that,” Virgil said, leaning in and kissing Remy quickly. “Just gotta say goodbye.”

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” they said. “But I’ll let you handle that on your own.” They slid into the passenger seat and pulled out their phone. Virgil took a deep breath and walked up the driveway.

“Are you sure you have all of your things?” Logan asked, hands fluttering through the air like nervous hummingbirds. Virgil nodded.

“Do you?”

“Yes, though I fear that Dee or Dad may start hiding them in the house to prevent me from leaving.”

“They’re driving you down,” Virgil said. “I think you should probably be more worried about them bringing some of it back here so that you have to come back to get it.”

“Oh god, don’t say that. You’ll speak it into existence.” Logan groaned, collapsing against Virgil. He snorted and shoved Logan away, heading into the house. Logan followed him.

They found Dad, Roman, and Dee in the kitchen, making something. Virgil and Logan had not been allowed in the kitchen for the last few days. It made Virgil nostalgic and they hadn’t even left yet.

They’d been preparing for this for a week. After Virgil’s late night realization about what he wanted to do, he had told everyone else. Plans had changed, and nobody was mad, and now Logan and Virgil would be leaving the house at the same time but with different destinations.

Logan was bound for a college in the next state over whereas Virgil and Remy were going to begin their cross-country roadtrip heading West, toward California. They had money and food and not a clue what they were doing.

Virgil had almost never been so excited in his life.

Dad squealed when he saw them and rushed over, grabbing them up in a giant hug. He’d been giving even more hugs lately, as though they were going to leave forever. Virgil couldn’t particularly bring himself to care.

“My boys!” he cried. “Leaving! We better hurry and get everything packed up!” They quickly gathered up all of the food they had baked and then, with what looked like enough pastries to feed an army, the three marched out the door. Virgil shared an exasperated look with Logan as they followed.

Virgil and Logan watched as their Dad and brothers split all the food in half between the two cars and carefully stacked it in the backseats.

“They act like we’re never coming back,” Virgil said.

“We are the first to leave home.” Logan shrugged. “And Dad has more love than he knows what to do with. They’ll miss us.”

“I think they can handle it,” Virgil said.

Dad was teary-eyed and sniffling when he came back over to them.

“Everything’s all packed up,” he said. “So I guess we’re ready to go our separate ways. I’m quite fondue you two, so you better make time to visit, alright?” Virgil laughed and they both nodded.

“I’ll come back so often you’ll get tired of seeing me,” Virgil promised. “And we’ll facetime.”

“You better. And no getting into truffle while you’re off adventuring.” He hugged Virgil so tightly he couldn’t breathe and after a long, long time, pulled back. “Be safe, kiddo.”

“I will,” Virgil said. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Virge.”

Dad moved back to let Ro and Dee tackle him in a hug. Virgil laughed, squeezing them both.

“You have to get me rocks from everywhere you go,” Dee told him.

“And Dad and I want pictures of everything,” Roman said.

“Can do.” Roman reached over and ruffled his hair. Virgil swatted his hand away, glaring.

“Calm down, Panic! at the Disco. I won’t get to do it again for forever, I gotta make up for it now.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled. “Love you guys.” They echoed the sentiment and, if Virgil didn’t know better, he’d say there were tears in Ro’s eyes.

“Well, we better get going. Don’t want to be late or anything.” Roman rolled his eyes and walked back to the car. Virgil looked at Logan.

“This is totally weird,” they said together. They both smiled.

“If you need anything, call me. I’ll be there in a day, tops,” Virgil said.

“Likewise. And should you happen to find yourself bored and in want of company, my dorm is always open.”

“Love you, L.”

“Love you, V.”

Virgil hugged Logan, long and hard. There were tears in Logan’s eyes when they pulled away.

“Keep that up and you’ll be just as bad as Dad,” Virgil teased. Logan snorted and swiped a hand over his eyes.

“No driving while you’re sleep deprived.”

“No promises,” Virgil said. Logan shook his head. “Oh, and I need you to do something for me.” Virgil dug a cadbury egg out of his pocket and handed it to Logan. “When it’s time for Dad to head back home, give this to him and tell him that he can’t cadbury his head in the sand, we’re coming back.”

“You are hopeless.”

“Nah, I’m a genius.”

“Perhaps you are. You better have some interesting facts to tell me when you come back.”

“Obviously,” Virgil said. And then he went to his car and got in. He watched in the mirror until Dad’s car was out of sight and then turned his key in the ignition.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Babes, do you even have to ask?” Remy said, pulling down their sunglasses. “I’ve always wanted to go on an adventure.”

“Adventure,” Virgil said. “I like that. We’re adventurers, braving the West.”

“Let’s do this. I have all the sunglasses I need and your Dad loaded us up with enough food to last us a year. We’re set.”

“Let’s do it,” Virgil muttered, and when he pulled out of the driveway, he had no idea where they were going. But he was excited to see what they would encounter along the way.

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midoriyaizukustan-inactive · 5 years

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anyway now that ive been in the fandom for a bit i think its time i called myself out and say that i. Love shiniida

hear me out. neutral good, disaster bi iida with true neutral, functional gay shinsou? we stan.

like just consider for a second. shinsou goes to talk with midoriya to get some closure abt their fight in the sports festival and obv talking to midoriya means having to be near his two besties iida and uraraka

anyway midoriya draws shinsou in like the sun he is and so he ends up kinda friends with iida and uraraka as well. along the line they become full-fledged friends esp when he starts doing extra training w them in addition to the training hes gettin from aizawa so he can “”keep up with you hero course nerds”” (in his own words)

anyway so he starts hangin out with the izucrew more and consequently. iida.

iida is the mom/dad friend (depends on his mood that day which one he is) so he usually organizes some hangouts that r also study groups. and now that shinsou is his friend, iida invites him as well

im thinkin eventually iida and shinsou figure out that iida has a strong suit in math but is weak in language, but shinsou is vice versa, so they decide to arrange extra study sessions so they can get the extra tutoring they feel they need

and finally,,,,the pining™ begins

im honestly not quite sure How they fall for each other or how long it would take buuuuuuut……,.,.

iida would definitely admire shinsou’s drive and determination and i feel he’d be rlly charmed by him once he got passed shinsou’s distant, kinda hostile first impression. like once he got passed shinsou’s kinda defenses and saw the tired, funky dude he is that loves cats and sweaters, iida’s poor bi heart wouldnt stand a chance, not even a second. iida would definitely think shinsou’s love for cats/all things cute is adorable. also i think iida would be exasperated w shinsou’s hair but like in the Fondest Way possible. at first he’s like “shinsou u gotta try to brush ur hair!” and shinsou is like “u can try it wont do anything” and hes right it Doesnt. but eventually the messy style grows on iida and he finds he wants to run his hands thro it,,,also iida at first kinda doesnt get shinsou’s sense of humor but he eventually learns to love it

shinsou on the other hand would be softly disgruntled abt how iida cares for him with what i call the Aggressive Affection. cause iida is just like “shinsou! its past 12 am! i would advise you get some rest now” and he wont stop badgering him until shinsou at least turns off his phone and like “shinsou! i made u breakfast bc u slept in late! u can eat it while we walk to class together!” and hands him some cute lil breakfast thing that keeps shinsou’s hands warm while they walk in the morning air. and at first shinsou is like “bruh” but eventually knowing that iida cares so much makes him feel all warm inside,,,,,, and shinsou Would 100 percent find iida’s chopping motions and general gestures he makes when he talks Adorable As Fuck. and he thinks its sweet that iida cares so much abt helpin him academically as well as heroically

anyway i think shinsou would realize his feelings first bc iida is,,,a disaster,,,and he would freak the fuck out becuz oh shit thats quite the distraction from becoming a hero student

iida notices when shinsou starts to avoid him and he gets really sad :[ and it rlly starts to bother him so he tries asking shinsou what he did wrong but shinsou is always in a flustered panic and its like “OHHH LOOK AT THE TIME GOT,,,GENERAL DEPARTMENT THINGS TO DO,,,,GOTTA GO BYE IIDA” so when asking shinsou doesnt work iida tries to ask his friends if they can think of anything but theyre just as confused as he is bc they didnt even realize shinsou was distancing himself. this just makes iida feel even worse bc that means its Just Him that shinsou’s avoiding so its Clear that he did do smth wrong

eventually he calls tensei abt it and tensei kinda calms him down abt it thank you tensei

meanwhile aizawa is like “what,,,is wrong with my child” bc hes not dumb hes observant as hell and he knows shinsou’s been acting kinda skittish lately esp during training so eventually after training one day aizawa sits him down and is like “im not letting u leave until u tell me why ur so freaked out lately” shinsou tries to fight to escape but aizawa is a Pro Hero and shinsou has only been training for a couple months now so he doesnt make it lmfao rip eventually shinsou gets out that he has a crush (how embarrassing poor guy probably wanted to spontaneously combust when he admitted it) and that he doesnt know what to do with it and aizawa is just like “wow mood”

no but really aizawa calls up mic and is like “hi yes hello ur the distinguished gay in this relationship can u give our dumb son some advice”

so mic swoops in and probably embarrasses shinsou a lil bit but overall shinsou accepts his feelings a little more after the talk so thats Something thanks mic

anyway so this pining goes on for a while longer with iida feeling :[ and shinsou feeling bad but like not knowing what to do dkjfjkf. like after the talk w mic it isnt nearly as bad as it was but shinsou’s still awkward and iida can still tell smth abt their relationship has gotten a little stilted :[ but then the joint training exercise happens and its reveled that shinsou is GOING INTO THE HERO COURSE BABEY!!!!!!!

iida is So Excited that he lifts our boy up and spins him around!!! and shinsou is so FUCKING gay he doesnt know how to function once hes put back on the ground smfh so much for being a functional gay huh shinsou

anyway iida starts apologizing profusely like “im so sorry shinsou my excitement just got the better of me and i hope i didnt make you uncomfortable but im so happy for you-!” and shinsou’s like “im in love with you” iida probably passes out lbr

no but both FREAK OUT over that confession and like its so fucking funny bc it was in front of EVERYONE and aizawa just fucking facepalms bc god why does his dumb kid have to take after him so much smh

anyway EVENTUALLY iida and shinsou calm down and before shinsou can Sprint the Fuck Away, iida is like “i!!!!! love you too!!! not as just a friend!!!” and shinsou hides his face in his mask/capture weapon and iida is just kinda bashfully holding his helmet close to his chest and HHH I LOVE MY BOYS………….

anyway they talk and shinsou is like “yeah so im sorry for being weird this past month and a half its because feelings” and iida is like “OHHHH i thought i did something wrong omg” and so they clear that up w each other and start dating. and they are. Adorable. THE couples’ goals in the izucrew. u wish u were as cute as them

iida reading on the couch w shinsou layin down on him?? iida reading TO him while he’s layin down on him in an attempt to help lull him to sleep??? oh my fucking god. thats so good. shinsou brings snacks to their study dates (and theyre actually iida’s idea of regularly scheduled dates someone help shinsou djkfjk) to make sure that they both actually get some food in them. TRAINING TOGETHER,…,..both get v flustered at first but then they get used to it,,im soft

just….my boys….thank you for your consideration. uhh stan shiniida

#ive been thinking abt this for over a month dudes. over a MONTH #im so invested in shiniida even tho theres NO CANON STUFF FOR IT AT ALL #WHY AM I LIKE THIS DJKENJKTNKENKFNK #me: i like well-established canon ships #also me: shhghnknkjenkngjknj shiniida....#god theyre so good though #theyd be so great together i really think theyd bring out good sides of each other #hhhh theyre so soft #IM so soft for them #fuck #i p much said all i wanted to say in the post and im honestly drained from writing that all out but dudes. bros.#i cannot even but it into comprehensible coherent words how much i love shinsou hitoshi and iida tenya and their potential #its absolutely staggering #i adore them both so much #comfort characters........to the max..........#anyway im srs im drained so im gonna stop for now #but do not be fooled #this will Not be the last shiniida post i ever make #i love these boys and i Will feed my craving for content of them #even if the way to do that is to create content myself #hhh i love them #ok #c makes a word #textpost #tp #bnha #boko no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #my hero academy

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blacksheep28 · 6 years

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Meeting the Skelebros...Again?

A couple hours later a tall skeleton shuffled out of the basement. He looked around the dark room and picked out a silhouette on the couch. "this is not good," he muttered.

He walked up the stairs and opened Sans' door. "hey. i need help." Sans didn't stir. The skeleton sighed and shuffled in further. He stared in surprise. "sans?" Sans mumbled and opened an eye. "paps? what's up?" "something went wrong with the machine."

Sans bolted up. "what." The moment footsteps made a noise, Shannon was awake. This new place and all it’s creaks in the night already kept her from sleeping soundly. Fighting off panic, she slowly reached for her purse and grabbed out a knife, carefully cradling it to her. She didn’t know what the hell was happening but she wasn’t going to be defenseless. The pair of skeletons came back down and turned on the light in the kitchen. "you're not papyrus," Sans said cautiously. He stood seemingly casually. The tall skeleton wearing an orange hoodie that was somehow worse than Sans' earlier blue hoodie looked at the small skeleton. "not your papyrus at least." Shannon sat up. With the light from the kitchen, there was no way she was going back to sleep anyway. “Hey, guys, is everything...” She stopped at the entrance, blurrily making out the shapes of two skeletons. “Is everything okay?” Sans looked over at her. "nothing for you to worry 'bout buddy." "is she your human?" "what?" Sans looked surprised. "the one running through the underground," the other skeleton clarified. "oh. no, that was a kid." “Is—Is that Paps?” she asked with a curious head tilt. “He sounds different. Don’t...don’t you remember me?” Papyrus ducked his head uncomfortably. "i'm not your papyrus. he should still be asleep." Sans grimaced. "it seems my project had an unexpected side effect." “He’s not my—“ she cut off, face reddening as Sans chimed in. “What, did you manage to clone him or something?” Sans shrugged. "no clue." "not a clone," Papyrus said easily. "i just seem to be in the wrong dimension. this place seems to have me and my brother mixed up." "what makes you say that?" Sans asked, intrigued. "my sans would never keep such a messy room." Sans chuckled. She struggled to process what was being said, rubbing her temples. “Okay, so, not Papyrus... I’m, uh. Really lost, here. Maybe I should just bite the bullet and head home, Sans, you look like you’ve got your hands full.” Sans straightened. "no, no. it would break papyrus' heart to wake up with you gone. we can solve this before then." The new Papyrus nodded in agreement. "gotta be back for my brother in the morning." “Alright... Is there something I can do to help?” she asked, wringing her hands together. “I can make coffee or something.” "you don't need to," Sans said softly. "it is the middle of the night." “Yeah, so neither of you should feasibly be awake. I’ll make coffee, you two... do your thing.” She wandered back into the living room to get her contacts in before anything else. "thanks," the new Papyrus said awkwardly. They both headed downstairs. Papyrus cursed as he spotted a passed out skeleton. "that's my bro." "you let him near the machine?" Sans asked. "no, that's just it. he was in his room." Sans let out a curse of his own. Once her sight was restored, Shannon set about finding the things necessary to make coffee and waited patiently as it brewed, half asleep. But she was up and anxious now, no going back down. With two mugs in her hands, Shannon searched for the basement and quietly announced her presence. “Coffee, boys.”

Papyrus looked at her and grinned. "thanks hun." Sans walked over and took a mug. "it seems this is gonna take longer than we thought." “Good thing I made coffee, then?” she asked with a half smile. Her eyes raked over the machine— It was like nothing she’d ever seen before, there was no point of reference to even begin to understand. “Wow.” Sans chuckled. "yeah. quantum physics in action." Papyrus walked over to his brother and scooped up the sleeping skeleton. "PAP?" the skeleton asked drowsily. "hey bro. just moving you," Papyrus said soothingly. The skeleton nodded and went back to sleep. Sans coughed awkwardly. "yeah. seems it might have been a slightly bigger mishap than first thought." Her nose scrunched up in distaste. “Yeah... I only passed physics in college because I was... uh... friends with an engineering major. I’m useless to you, sorry.” She immediately shifted gears to focus on the new skeleton, wondering how he could just sleep like that. "nothing to do with you. didn't mean to get you dragged into this when hanging out with papyrus honestly." Sans shrugged, looking a little guilty. "No, but still, wish I could do something." Shannon sighed gently and gestured over to the alternate skeletons. "I could take your brother upstairs, if you want, put him somewhere more comfortable to sleep?" she offered. Papyrus looked at his brother. "please." He was not looking forward to explaining things in the morning. She nodded and moved over to take Not Sans from Not Papyrus, stumbling just a bit under his weight. "Okay. I'll go sit with him upstairs in case he wakes up, you two... Do whatever you do. Godspeed." Shannon offered a smile before leaving. Upstairs, she settled the new addition on to the couch and draped her borrowed blanket over him. The new Sans shifted in his sleep and mumbled something. "...Sans?" Sans didn't recognize that voice. He woke up blearily. "WHO ARE YOU?" "Um, hi," she smiled sheepishly. "You're Sans, right? I'm Shannon. I'm-- Uh, a friend of your brother’s." Sans blinked and sat up the rest of the way. "PAPYRUS DIDN'T SAY HE WAS HAVING A FRIEND STOP BY." He looked around. "WHY AM I OUT HERE? WAS I SLEEPWALKING? I APOLOGIZE FOR DISTURBING YOU." "No, no. Don't panic or anything, but there was... An incident, in the basement." Shannon scratched at her arm nervously. "You were asleep, so I asked Papyrus if I should carry you somewhere more comfortable, since I can't really do much else." "IN THE BASEMENT?" Sans shot up. "IS MY BROTHER ALRIGHT?" Her hands flew up to reassure him. "He's fine! Everyone's fine, don't worry," Shannon soothed. "Just something with the machine being funky." Sans squinted. "WHAT MACHINE?" He looked towards the kitchen, clearly disoriented. "THE ONE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT?" "Um, maybe?" she offered unhelpfully. "Do you want some coffee? It's a lot to take in half asleep. Or I can make you some cocoa, help you back to sleep." Sans sat up. "COFFEE WOULD BE BETTER. I SHOULD BE ALERT FOR HELPING MY BROTHER. WHAT KIND OF ROYAL GUARD WOULD I MAKE IF I SLEPT THROUGH THIS?" He beamed at her before hopping up and stretching. Shannon nodded and pushed herself up off the couch, leading the way into the kitchen. "Oh, you're part of the royal guard? That's amazing, you must be very proud," she smiled over her shoulder. "How do you like your coffee, Sir Sans?" "ACTUALLY JUST IN TRAINING," Sans corrected. "CAPTAIN ALPHYS DOESN'T SEEM COMFORTABLE WITH MY HP. BUT I WILL PROVE MY PLACE!" Sans grinned widely. "DOUBLE CREAM AND SUGAR." "Training is still noble. You're putting in the effort to get there." Shannon had to search around in the fridge for cream, but pulled it out with a satisfied hum. "H... HP? Like health? I know you guys have been on the surface a little while, but I know very little about monsters," she admitted sheepishly. Sans gaped. "DID YOU SAY THE SURFACE?" She frowned, carefully setting a mug in front of Sans. "Yeah. Wait... Wasn't the royal guard disbanded when y'all got to the surface?" Sans spun around and raced to the door. He flung it open and stared up, not caring at all about the cold breeze that immediately shot into the house. "ARE THOSE STARS?" "Hey, whoa!" Shannon chased after him, having promised to keep an eye on this excitable version of Sans. "Yeah, those are stars. Haven't you-- Oh. Other world," she remembered, slapping her own cheek. "You must not have been on the surface yet." "NO." Sans drank in the sight greedily. "I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE UP HERE. THIS IS INCREDIBLE." He turned to Shannon and beamed at her. "WE MAKE IT UP?" Her gaze softened a little as she watched him take it all in, smiling so purely like that. "Yeah, where I'm from, at least." Sans hugged the human tightly. This was so great! Oh, but he still had questions. Sans loosened his hold. "HOW DID THE MACHINE TAKE US TO THE SURFACE? AND WHERE ARE WE?" "Oh-- Okay," she murmured to herself, startled with the sudden affection. Regardless, Shannon wrapped her arms around the skeleton in return. "Well, let's see... I think, if I understood your brother right, this is a different world than the one you're used to." "INTERESTING. LIKE A PARALLEL DIMENSION." Sans looked down the sleeping street. "BESIDES BEING ON THE SURFACE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS DIFFERENT?" Shannon nodded, glad that this seemed plausible to him, at least. "Yeah, like that. As far as I know, you're kind of like my Papyrus? And your Papyrus seems like my Sans," she ventured. "I'm not really sure. I've only been here one day." Sans blinked. "THIS WORLD'S VERSION OF US ARE MIXED UP? THAT IS STRANGE! AND YOU JUST MET US - ER THEM - TODAY? WOW THIS MUST BE TERRIBLY CONFUSING!" "Apparently. And it is! It very much is," Shannon agreed with a slightly stressed laugh. "I have absolutely no clue what's going on." Sans patted her. "DO YOU WANT SOME COCOA FOR YOURSELF? I AM SURE MY BROTHER WILL SOLVE THIS IN NO TIME!" She shook her head and threw a tired smile at him. "Thanks, but I'm a little tense to be eating, er, drinking stuff. Water, maybe. Let's go inside before your coffee gets cold, huh?" Sans nodded, his cheeks a little blue. "RIGHT." He stepped back in and closed the door. Locking the door behind them, Shannon headed back towards the kitchen. "Are you okay? Are you cold, or anything?" she asked, gesturing to the tinge of blue. "NO. I DON'T FEEL A LOT OF THE COLD. IT GOES RIGHT THROUGH." She snickered softly before clearing her throat. "I see. Well you're kinda-- blue. Is that normal, for you?" Sans ducked his head. "THAT WOULD BE MY MAGIC. IT RISES LIKE THAT SOMETIMES." "Oh, that's really cute!" Shannon beamed. "I wish my cheeks were blue, but no, they're red all the time." "YOU LOOK CUTE AS WELL!" Sans assured her quickly. And there they went, redder than ever. "I-- T-thanks," she murmured, ducking her head into the fridge to get a drink. Sans beamed happily at her. "DO YOU THINK WE CAN WATCH NTT WHILE WE WAIT?" "I don't know what that is," Shannon apologized, unscrewing the cap to a water bottle. "But my Papyrus showed me MTT? That's probably similar, right?" Sans gawked. "THEY MIGHT NOT HAVE NAPSTATON?" Okay so this Sans was definitely like her Papyrus, getting so defensive over what she hoped was a television star. "We have Mettaton here?" she offered. "He's...a really hot robot?" Sans' jaw almost dropped open. "AN ALTERNATE? BUT WHO COULD POSSIBLY REPLACE THE INCREDIBLE DJ NAPSTATON?" "DJ? Okay, yeah, I don't think we're really talking about the same person," she sighed, clueless. "Mettaton here is on TV, as far as I know. He has variety shows and movies." Sans considered this, and brightened. "WELL IT'S NOT EVERYDAY SOMEONE GETS TO SEE SHOWS FROM ANOTHER WORLD!" It was amazing to her how sweet and cute someone could be at three in the morning. "That's true. There's a tape in the living room still, I think, if you wanna take our drinks in there and watch it." Sans cheerfully picked the drinks up and carried them to the couch. He settled down comfortably and waited for Shannon to join him as he sipped his coffee. "Alrighty, let's figure out how to use Papyrus' TV," she mumbled to herself, grabbing the remote and hitting the power button. "Ah, there we go. And play... There it is!" Shannon clapped slightly, proud of her victory over foreign tech. "GOOD JOB!" Sans congratulated her. "NEW TO MONSTER TECH?" She nodded. "Very much so. I don't mind monsters much, but I'm not usually good at making friends. Papyrus is the first monster I talked to for things other than like, services." "YOU ARE VERY BRAVE." "Not really. I just asked for help and he decided to talk to me some more, I think he's the brave one," she shrugged it off.

"YOU HAVEN'T LEFT SCREAMING DESPITE THIS STRANGENESS," Sans pointed out.

She didn't have the heart to tell him that she was too tired and lazy to do so, even though it was also her instinctive need to help keeping her here. "You ready?" He grinned at her. "YEAH!" "Alrighty then Sans, hope you like it." Sans watched the show rapturously, drinking his coffee. "THIS IS AMAZING. NAPSTATON DOES SOMETHING VERY SIMILAR, BUT ALL OF IT IS TIED BACK TO HIS MUSIC. HE GETS OTHERS TO PERFORM FOR THE PARTS THAT WOULD REQUIRE HIM TO STOP PLAYING, WHILE METTATON DOES IT ALL HIMSELF. METTATON IS A LOT MORE FLIRTATIOUS AS WELL." "He's probably had some good practice," she ventured. "And he is very flirty. Probably knows just how hot he is-- Nothing wrong with using that to your advantage in the biz." "IT'S FASCINATING!" "I'm glad you like it. Papyrus said he'd let me borrow all his tapes of the show-- I'm really excited to binge it." "THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA!" Sans sipped his coffee, forcing himself more awake. "He thought so too," she smiled tiredly, reaching for her water to splash a little on her face. "Sorry you're up in the middle of the night like this." Sans waved a hand dismissively. "IT SOUNDS LIKE MY BROTHER'S FAULT THIS HAPPENED, NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE. I AM GRATEFUL FOR YOUR COMPANY." Water dripped down her face and Shannon used the bottom of her borrowed shirt to pat it dry before it could make a real mess. "I still don't really know what happened to bring you here. I wish I could help." "YOU ARE! YOU EXPLAINED WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I WOKE UP!" She smiled a bit at that, glad that she helped at least one of the skeletons. "Thanks, Sans." "ANYTIME!"

#undertale #underswap #skelebros #papyrus #sans #fanfiction #fanfic #reverse harem #story

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itsthesinbin · 6 years

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Fucking Superb You Funky Little Bat (Chapter 2)

Read it on Ao3!

As usual, I always like to put out a second chapter after I make a new fic, so there’s something there to enjoy, and then take my time writing the rest.

After chapter three or four, I’ll exclusively be posting to Ao3, like I’m doing with the dragon age fic. It’s just easier that way to post a link on here.

Feedback and comments always appreciated :3

You ended up not returning to the skeleton house that night. You slept through the night, and the day. You woke up disoriented, tired, and in pain. Your wing was stiff, and the arm had a nasty looking wound on it.

The thought of your injury left when you smelled food. It was definitely burnt, so one of the skeletons must’ve cooked again, but it was enough to make your stomach growl. You stalked towards the house, keeping the weight off of your injured wing.

You saw a large plate of food on a table outside. A small fan was on said table, plugged in through a drop cord into the kitchen window, blowing the smell of the food in the direction of the woods.

You scanned the yard, not finding anyone sitting outside, or at the windows. Cautiously, you crept closer to the food.

Three different things were on the plate: a pile of spaghetti, some sparkly tacos, and some lasagna. A note was taped to the front of the plate- not that you could really comprehend the words, at the moment.

“I hope you enjoy the food, new furry friend! Don’t tell Boss we gave you some of his lasagna- he’d be very angry!”

Again, though, you couldn’t read it.

You scarfed down the food. Parts of it were undercooked, while somehow also being burned. You could care less about the quality of the food, though.

Footsteps came towards the door, but you were too preoccupied with the food to notice. Not until you heard a container drop. You looked up, seeing a small skeleton. Not the blue one, though. This one was red, and looked like the pointy, angry one from the other day.

He conjured some bones, looking at the table and seeing the note. He gave an annoyed sigh.

“So you’re what the cream puffs were hiding, huh,” he mumbled, watching as you perked up. He eyed you carefully, noting your insistence on not using your right arm. He sniffed, before scrunching his face.

He could smell infections from here.

You eyed the container on the floor. It contained more of the lasagna. Clearly, he was throwing it out, if he had dropped it so carelessly. He watched your eyes dart between him, and the dirt-covered food. He weighed his options for a second.

He made the bones vanish, before moving away from the food.

“You hungry?” He took on a tone like you’d talk to a sick dog, but with an underlying patronizing tilt. You could care less, though.

When you saw he wasn’t moving any closer, you limped towards the food. You flipped the overturned container out of the way, the lid having popped off. You sniffed the food, making sure there wasn’t anything dangerous in it- making sure it wasn’t a trick.

You eagerly dug in, when you realized it was safe. The short skeleton grinned slightly.

“Better than Boss finding it in the trash, I guess”. He crouched down, getting a good look at you as you ate.

“What the hell are you,” he mumbled, before turning to the door as someone came out.

“Oh, they’re here-” Papyrus stopped short, spotting the skeleton crouching in front of you. He and Blue fidgeted, orange and blue blushes covering their faces.

“R-Red, uh-” “This is what y’all been hiding?” Papyrus and Blue stood up straight.

“We were not hiding anything!” “Yeah, we were just, uh…” Blue tried to think of an excuse. Papyrus sighed, slouching slightly.

“We just… wanted to help them, Red. They’re hurt, and sick! I’m sure you can tell!” Red looked you over again. You had finished eating, and were licking your chops. You stared at him expectantly. Obviously, you still wanted more food.

Red sighed, running a hand over his skull. He looked at the two skeletons that were making puppy eyes at him.

“... We patch it up, then send it on its’ way, okay? It’s a wild animal, guys. We can’t treat it like a pet-” You growled, catching his attention. You weren’t a wild animal. You may not be all there, self fractured from captivity, but you can recognize bullshit when you hear it.

“Thank you, Red,” the other two said, before bolting inside to grab medical supplies. Red stared you down, eyes flicking down to your chest. His sockets seemed to widen as he focused on that spot.

You tilted your head, before laying down in your spot. Your wing hurt, and you felt sick. Was it from the food, or the wounds? You had no clue.

Red’s grin was tense as the other two finally came back out. The smell of medical supplies made your pupils slit, and you stared at the two intensely. Their smiles faltered.

“We… just want to help you, new friend,” Blue said, slowly walking closer. You looked between him, Papyrus, and Red.

“We didn’t properly introduce ourselves, did we? I am… the, uh… the magnificent Blue!” He faltered as you began snarling.

“Blue-” “And this is the, um… the great P… Papyrus…” You stood, hissing loudly. Blue stopped, sockets wide and seemingly-eternal smile gone. The noise seemed to attract more people, and three bodies emerged from the house.

The angry skeleton, another short one, and another tall one. All of their sockets widened, although Boss yelled that he thought you were gone.

A wall of orange bones blocked you off from Blue, making you stumble back. Blue turned, seeing the tall one in the orange hoodie had a glowing eyelight.

“Papy, it-” “What the hell is going on here,” the new short one asked, pulling his hands out of his blue jacket.

“Our new friend is hurt, Sans,” Papyrus explained. “We wanted to help them-” “That’s not your friend, Papyrus, that’s an animal,” the new tall one huffed, moving the wall back. It made you back up.

“They’re injured! Their wounds are infected!” “Then we need to call animal control,” Sans said, pulling a phone out. Your ears perked, and you roared angrily. You jumped over the wall, charging at Sans. He was caught off guard, but then his socket glowed a deep blue.

You felt a heavy weight on your chest, and were dragged to the ground. You wheezed as Papyrus yelled for his brother to let you go. Red walked over to Sans, mumbling something to him and the tall one.

The two looked at you, focusing on the spot Red stared at earlier. Their faces became grim as they watched you struggle. Pathetic whines and vicious snarls left you as you writhed. Sans seemed to start sweating, before he put his phone away.

That, instantly, made you calm down. Somewhat.

You were still struggling, but the urgency was gone. Papyrus and Blue were pulled back into the house, before you were finally let up. The door slammed shut.

The skeletons watched you through the window. You seemed to think that they were gone, as you let yourself appear vulnerable. You clawed at your chest, wheezing in pain.

“They’re sick,” Blue whispered. When you were under Sans’ magic, all of the skeletons could see your SOUL.

They knew you were a surface monster, now. Surface monsters had upside down SOULs, like Underground monsters. The difference between the two was that surface monsters’ SOULs had the strength of humans, and their attributes.

A fractured, Brave SOUL was what greeted them.

“Something is deeply wrong with them,” Papyrus agreed. “Maybe we should call Frisk? O-or the surface monster authorities?” Sans was quiet.

“The surface monsters’ ambassador did say that… we should call, if we are “bothered” by anyone,” Blue agreed.

Sans thought back to when they met the monsters’ ambassador, and his protegee. Leonardo was stern, but he cared about what happened to monsters- Surface and Underground alike. His protegee, Alex, was much less stern, but he had a kind SOUL. The two could definitely help.

They explained what ferals were, and knew you were in that category. Sort of. They could get rid of you, and the skeletons would be left in peace.

But… he knew the wrong move could end very badly. And you, clearly, had a problem with authority. You were also aware enough to know what a phone was, and what it was used for.

Sans watched you limp back into the woods, eyeing your swollen wounds. He sighed, pulling his phone out.

A higher pitched voice answered, and Sans wracked his brain for their name.

“Uh… Arle, right?” “Speaking”. Sans let out a small sigh of relief. Which they apparently caught, because the Emthrall on the other side snickered.

“Is, uh… Alex home?” “May I ask who’s speaking?” Of course he’d forget to clarify.

“Sans- the skeleton”. “OH right. You still owe me another one of those good hot dogs, by the way”. Sans snorted, walking to the nearest chair.

“Got ya. Anyway, is he around?” “Right, sorry- he’s out of town for the week with Leonardo. Something wrong?” Sans cursed quietly.

“We’ve got one of those… feral things-” “How dangerous?” Their tone grew serious.

“It’s injured, but not really attacking unless we get close. But, I think I should clarify; I don’t think it’s… fully feral, if that makes sense”. Arle was quiet, so Sans elaborated.

“I pulled out my phone to call animal control, because I thought it was just… a weird animal, at first, and it freaked out. When I put the phone away, it… calmed down”. He left out how he had it trapped with his magic.

“I think it knew I was trying to call someone”. Arle hummed, mumbling something as he heard them walk through their house.

“What’s your address again, Sans?” “Why?” Arle explained that they’re going to come down, with a friend, to scope out the scene. Sans grew nervous.

“You sure that’s a good idea? You’re not exactly a powerhouse, from what I remember”. Arle scoffed.

“Oh, hush- I’m not about to come fight the thing. I’m just bringing a friend to help evaluate this thing. I may not be part of Leo’s police force, but I’ve been around long enough to know how to help a feral,” they said, writing down the address as Sans told them.

“You guys aren’t in immediate danger?” “No, it ran after we got inside”. Arle grunted slightly.

“We’ll be there tomorrow, then, to see if it’s still around. If it shows up again, and seems dangerous, call me”. Sans told them that he understood, and then hung up with the Emthrall.

“Well,” Red asked, sitting next to Sans. Sans huffed.

“Alex’s spouse is coming over- the Emthrall”. Red’s grin widened.

“Right- the cute little thing at the meeting”. “Disgusting,” Boss mumbled, going back to the kitchen. Sans rolled his eyelights.

“They’re going to be here tomorrow to see how bad the situation is. Alex, himself, is gone for the week with Leonardo. They seem confident”. Red snorted.

“That little thing? Take on THAT? Are they crazy?” “They said they weren’t going to fight it- just… evaluate it”. Sans got up.

“Just keep an eye out for it tonight, and we’ll deal with it tomorrow, otherwise. He got a chorus of grunts, and some concerned mumbles from Papyrus and Blue. Sans sighed, rubbing his face as he walked to his room.

He’s really fucking tired.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #fic #mod fic #funky little bat

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The Purple Flame

Chapter 8: How Not To Tell Your Friends That You Got That Alien D, or Lance Has An Aneurysm

A/N: Something funky is up with apostrophes and shit, but only when I’m typing in the Tumblr window? So Sorry for that. Not sure what, if anything, to do about that. Also, while I’m here, how do y’all feel about Klancelot? Thinking about a sequel to this series.

Content Warnings: that vague shit bc I’m lazy af, Lance being Dramatic, Lotor being a Smug Asshole, How to Train Your Dragon references, Good Bro Hunk.

Keith was getting really tired of being woken up by his communicator. He probably should leave it somewhere other than the bedside table. Maybe put it out the airlock?

He answered.

Lance, of course.

“Good mor-” he began.

“You’re getting married!?” Lance screeched at the top of his lungs.

“It’s really fucking early,” Keith complained. “Keep your voice down.”

“You’re marrying Lotor!?” Same volume, of course, because Lance had two settings: loud and louder. “And you didn’t tell us!?”

Shit, Keith knew he’d forgotten something. He glanced over at Lotor. He looked like he was still asleep. For now. Not many people could sleep through Lance.

“Um…” Keith said, trying to think of something to say. “Surprise?”

“That’s all you have to say? Allura’s already set a course for you, Mullet, and boy, are you in trouble!”

“It’s not Allura’s business,” Keith grumbled. It wasn’t even Shiro’s business, and he’d known Shiro for years. “And frankly, it’s not your business, either.”

“You had to tell the rest of the universe before you told us, though? How could you! I’ll have you know that Hunk’s practically in tears over it, so you better let him cater the reception.”

Before Keith could say anything, Lotor sat up so that he was in frame. “Good morning, Lance. I’m afraid it was my mistake.”

Lance’s jaw dropped, and he seemed genuinely speechless, which was a first, as far as Keith knew.

He waited.

“You ALREADY SLEPT WITH HIM???”

“Jealous?” Lotor asked smugly. Out of frame, he had an arm around Keith’s waist, which was very nice, if a little distracting.

That only made Lance splutter out sounds, a little like he was having a stroke.

“Well,” Keith said, “we are getting married.”

“You are literally unbelievable,” Lance said, throwing his hands up. “We’ll be there soon, so make sure you put some clothes on. No one wants to see…that.” He hung up.

“Which of us do you think he meant?” Lotor asked, amused.

“It’s impossible to tell,” Keith answered. “How many years do you think we shocked off his life?”

Lotor laughed. “How are you this morning?”

“Sore,” Keith admitted. “But good. I can’t remember the last time I slept like that.” Insomnia and nightmares were the worst combination, but neither had been a concern last night.

“I know what you mean,” Lotor said. “I wish I could spend all day in bed with you.”

“Me too. Well, let’s get dressed so we can get this over with.”

As it turned out, Allura was not actually mad at all. Well, maybe a little. But for the most part, she was using her anger as a cover, because she was very excited about the wedding.

Apparently, Galra wedding traditions were not completely dissimilar to Altean ones, which was news to Keith.

Coran was just as bad, but Hunk was worse, once Keith assured him that he could, in fact, cater the reception if he wanted.

Pidge was not onboard, but then, Pidge had never really like Lotor to start with.

Thankfully, Keith’s shirt collar was tall enough that it hid all of Lotor’s love-bites, and Lance had apparently not said anything about catching them in bed together, thank God.

“You are all welcome to stay aboard the flagship until the wedding,” Lotor said finally, “as I’m sure you’d all like to help with the preparations.”

“Thank you,” Allura said. “I think we will. Pidge had some thoughts about fleet finding.”

Keith heaved a sigh of relief as the conversation turned back to saving the universe and away from his personal life.

Still, he couldn’t escape it entirely, and Hunk managed to corner him later.

“Is Lotor treating you right?” Hunk asked.

And god, Keith loved Hunk. Loyal, trustworthy, kind, considerate… Hunk was just a genuinely good person and a great friend. But Keith really hated having people in his business.

“I’m fine, Hunk. I promise.”

“Ok, because Lance was weird this morning after he got off the comms with you, and you know how he tells me everything, but he didn’t say anything about that, so I was worried, and with you getting married and all…” Hunk paused. “Holy crow, you’re getting married! As in, married, and-”

“Hunk,” Keith said, “I’m fine. I really am. You know I’d be the first to knife Lotor if he betrayed us.”

Hunk nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

Keith found Lance in the training room, which annoyed him somewhat because that was his quirk, but he let it go. Deep inhale, long exhale.

And then he noticed what Lance was training with: some sort of broadsword, not dissimilar from Lotor’s, really, and…

What that his bayard?

He watched Lance until the training sequence ended, studying every movement in case Lance wanted advice. After all, he was getting married and it would be rude to check out other men. Even if, apparently, he had a type.

He cleared his throat when the sequence ended, and Lance jumped.

“You should probably be more aware of your surroundings,” Keith said. “Anyone could have come in here.”

“Isn’t this your private deck?” Lance snarked. “They’d have to get past the sentries first.”

“Well, you know that’s not too hard. You think Pidge is the only one who can fuck with the sentries?”

“Fair enough. Look, I’ll get out of here if you want to train. I just needed…” Lance shook his head. “It’s not important. I’ll leave.”

“You don’t have to,” Keith said. “I was looking for you.”

Lance deactivated his bayard. “What? Why? I swear that Fun-Bot was Pidge’s idea, and -“

Keith did not want to know what Fun-Bot was, or why Lance was trying to blame Pidge for it. “I’m sorry about this morning.”

Lance shrugged. “You were right. It’s not my business. God knows I’ve tried to get laid more than once by hot alien babes. Guess I just can’t believe you succeeded.”

Keith crossed his arms. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Lance gestured to Keith.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Well, that’s why I’m so surprised you actually got laid.”

“Look, I didn’t come here to talk about my sex life,” Keith said. “I wanted to apologize for being kind of a jerk about this morning. And also, now that your bayard can also be a sword, I was wondering if you wanted to spar?”

Lance smiled, that genuine smile that could I get up entire rooms. “Oh. Sure. Be prepared to have your ass handed to you, though.”

#the purple flame #vld keith #vld lotor #keitor #vld lance #brief mention of fun-bot #keith's type is swordy fellows #ten points to the person who gets that reference

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