#platonic remy/roman

[keeping-up-with-the-sanders]

Y’all I got a long weekend off from school:

Update: due to the fact that this poll won’t reach many people in the span of a day I’ve decided to do the one that’s most picked 8:00 tomorrow (October 3rd) and do that one. Hopefully it will be a shorter one because I really want to do the Drunken Days saga afterward :) + Gravity falls intro

Update 2: and the winner is… Remus getting possessed by Bill

Update 3: The video is here

[anxiouslyfred]

The Artist and the Critic

Summary: Roman is concerned when his cousin invites him to an art event themed around soulmates. Given flowers mark where your soulmate has scars he worries that he or any of the friends who decide to come with him might be leaving with new scars, even though they already know their soulmates.

Warnings: self-harm, blood painting,car crash mention

Part of my Flowers for Scars Soulmates AU

/\/\

Roman didn't mean to complain enough that Virgil both insisted on coming with him and told him to shut up at any mention of Remus. He was simply extraordinarily exasperated by the invitation to an art gallery from a cousin he'd barely seen for years.

At least when asked if it was okay for some friends to come with him Roman had been told the more the hornier, which seemed a little tame compared to phrases heard at family gatherings before.

All that had been shared about the event was that it would reveal Remus's latest art exhibition and include a one time performance of living art. There was also a brief description that mentioned Remus exploring the influence and abundance of soulmates in the world through his art, so Roman could only hope nobody left the event with new scars.

What did surprise him when they arrived was that seemingly none of the rest of his family was there. Remus was as noticeable as ever in a monstrosity of a suit, entirely too bright and contrasting colours in patterns that toed the line of being optical illusions just about, but his aunt and uncle weren't. His parents had already mentioned they knew nothing about the event and so wouldn't be going and none of Roman's other cousins could be spotted among the crowds either.

“This is so different. I've not been to an event like this before, Roman. Do I need to be making comments on the art or something?” Patton whispered, leaning closer to him and looking around the gallery nervously.

Roman just chuckled. “I don't think so, although it's worth looking at the art pieces regardless. If I recall Remus always had an unusual band of interests that merged into the art we did as kids together.” He replied, glancing back to Virgil and Remy who had already paused to point at something in one of the pictures.

“Point your relatives out when we see them. I've only met your parents and would love to know more of your family.” Patton insisted now, repeating a request he'd made a lot since learning this event was over his cousins artwork.

Virgil scoffed, catching up with them. “If I remember from the Christmas you insisted I join your family for, I think Remus is that unmissable traffic signal.” He gestured over to Remus easily. “And it doesn't look like he's any less morbid than he was back then either.”

“Yeah these paintings are grim, and I can see why you got invited, Princey.” Remy agreed, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the picture they'd been looking at. “If that wasn't playing on yours and Virgil's story, I must hate coffee. Glad this one's been to therapy long enough that it didn't upset him.”

A stranger paused, clearly overhearing Remy's words. “Do you mean that there's a real life story behind the artwork? So far as Remus Moore's artwork is known in the community he doesn't base it over actual stories ever.”

Roman shrugged for a moment, looking back to the picture they'd been talking about before grinning. The picture was of a man reaching through the broken window of a car to someone else, flowers blooming from his arms and wrapping the car in vines. “It is a familiar scene, although missing the rest of the car crash so maybe, maybe not. I'm Roman, Remus's cousin. Who are you?”

“My name's Anton. I'm the art critic sent by the New York Times to cover this exhibition. Might I know the story, or would I be best asking Remus to share what he knows of it to have used for inspiration?” Anton offered his hand to shake, getting introductions from their quartet as well.

Roman hesitated to reply, meeting Virgil's eyes after they both looked back at the painting.

“Well, given I doubt the four of us would be friends if not for that scene, I guess you can have the story.” Virgil shrugged after a moment. “That's how Roman and I met when we were children. He pulled me out of the window of my parents car after a crash. Our scars from that day lead us, as they're intended to do, to our soulmates.”

“And forever more Roman has a kink for hands and arms.” Remus declared, leaning over Roman's shoulders suddenly. “I swear the only porn this cousin of mine looks at arms and torsos. Pretty tame if you ask me, but everyone has their own fetishes, you know.”

Virgil and Remy just laughed when Roman flinched and tried to duck away from the weight leaning over him. Anton however peered curiously at the artist of the evening.

“Does this mean you are admitting to taking inspiration from real events, Mr Moore? You famously deny ever doing so.” He queried, tugging a pen out that was clipped to the notebook he'd kept in his free hand while shaking everyone's.

“Yup, and damn, finding a family member actually willing to come to my events was all you needed to break that impulsive statement open. Ro's now my favourite. Can I declare a blood feud against my parents?” Remus ticked the air with a finger, before glancing around at Roman's group. “I know Virgie, but who are sunglasses and dad sweater?”

Virgil huffed at that. “Roman's soulmate Patton, My soulmate Remy, only one of them got met without anyone getting injured.”

“Did Remy punch Roman in an effort  to steal you away from him?”

“Nah, I threw Roman to the floor knocking Patton down trying to stop him dramatically reacting into a moving bus.” Virgil countered easily, noticing their conversation was getting noted down as it was said but not particularly caring. Why would an art critic care to publish a conversation that had nothing to do with any of the exhibition? He couldn't imagine any reason.

Remus cackled at the story though, “Fantastic. Well come on. You five are going to want to be at the front for this.” He decided grabbing Virgil and Anton's hands to drag them over to where a section of the room with an easel, paintbrushes but no paints was set up and cornered off. There was a bowl where a paint palette should be, and Virgil cast a glance to Roman, smirk in place as he saw some of the worries he'd been ranting about once again in his expression.

“Everyone! It's time to see art in it's beginning.” Remus yelled, the large room making his voice echo enough to get everyone's attention as they started to come over. “I've done all this work around the messed up form of soulmates that this world has thrown to us, where our damage gives beauty to some other person somewhere in the world.”

Remus beamed around at everyone. “Are there any soulmates here today? Anyone willing to stand up and show their scars beside their soulmates flowers?” He invited, waving to the empty space next to where the easel was.

Patton was the first to jump forward, already holding Roman's hand and pushing their sleeves up. There was a little hesitancy in Roman now, having listened to Remus's words, but not enough to fight the action, especially when another man and woman further around the room stepped forwards also, lowering their collars just enough to reveal some flowers and the end of a scar.

“Now did anyone when the one with the scar got injured say something about being able to find your soulmate?”

Roman groaned at that. “You were one of the people who did that Remus! You better not be making a point that ends with that being wrong.” He complained loudly enough to get some laughs.

“I'm not saying it's wrong. I'm saying that the way we treat bloody injuries in this world is messed up and what's to stop everyone from doing this!” Remus countered, picking up a small fruit knife from under the dish and cutting into the back of his hand for a few minutes. “Simple, easy to see and share, and definitely lovely for my soulmate to look at.”

While he was cutting into his hand Remus was slanting it so that the blood would run off into the bowl, dripping down his fingers and hiding the image he'd cut onto himself from the room. “The only thing that stops more people doing things like this is the concern and worry shared with soulmates of people who have self-harmed or who's scars might appear to be done so, and the judgement of seeking attention, seeking our soulmates out deliberately that is given to those who do so.”

One of the art gallery workers stepped forward with a wet cloth now that Remus used to clean off the blood that was already slowing in its flow, showing the cuts hadn't been too deep and revealing a line of punctuation, beginning with an F as if a swear word had been written and then censored.

Roman pulled Patton back into the audience then, and noticed the other pair of soulmates doing the same, recognising that Remus was leading his art demonstration fully now. It was because of this action that he noticed one gasp being different from the others shocked by Remus's actions.

Anton's gasp was directed down at his hand instead. The hand holding his pen that had just bloomed flowers.

“Now, I'm not wasteful, but as an artist, you have to understand, we do desire some level of attention constantly. Be that in the spotlights on stage as actors, or people talking about our work as those behind the canvas.” Remus just carried on with his work. “So of course I'm curious to see if this stunt will mean I find my soulmate. Perhaps they'll see an article on this evening and come to find me, but this is also something I'm endlessly curious about.”

Remus picked up one of the paintbrushes now holding it over his head like a trophy or perhaps a weapon. “What will a painting done in my own blood look like when it's dried? Please, carry on enjoying my paintings on display, mingle among yourselves or come and talk to me as you wish. At the end of the evening I'll reveal the final painting before taking it to dry and we can all imagine what its final form shall be.”

With those words a few of the attendees clapped, including Virgil, who couldn't help nudging Roman. “Well I know someone is leaving with new scars but at least that's only Remus himself.” He muttered.

“And I do believe he's leaving with a soulmate as well.” Roman agreed, nodding to where Anton had now begun talking to Remus, trying to get his attention fully away from the canvas.

Remy stepped closer to them about to say something when Remus was placing his brush and moving the dish of blood to one side with a gasp.

Anton hand placed his hand now patterned with flowers over Remus's uninjured hand and finally made him see their connection. “You are taking a seat just here and I am going to paint you. Then tonight we are going to a lovely restaurant I know stays open late so we can talk some more. I best be getting the greatest art review there ever has been when your article goes to print.” Remus's voice wasn't deliberately loud but it cause the attention of most people in the room, and did get one of the gallery staff to bring over a chair he could push Anton into.

“What do ya know, his art stunt actually did find him his soulmate.” Remy snickered, but let Virgil tug him over to a rather stormy looking painting. Roman was tempted to say something to his cousin then, but decided that he much preferred the quiet time to get to know his soulmate with only a few close friends, and their family had never really been that closely knit, so this night definitely wouldn't change that.

[tulipanthousa]

Hey hello! LAOFT is genuinely my favorite fic/series I’ve read in my entire life, and I’ve read a a LOT of fic. Obviously no pressure whatsoever, but do you happen to know if/when chapter 2 of the platonic orgy fic is coming out? I’ve found myself absolutely CONSUMED with roman/remy and Logan/Kai thoughts that just won’t leave my brain alone, and I so desperately want to see what you do with them. If you don’t have a plan or idea of when or even if it will happen it’s totally fine, I’m just curious!!

Thank you for blessing me with all the fic you have! I’m off to reread the AU fics now 🫡

I am still writing it it's just going much slower than I'd like because turns out that particular writing weakness of mine where scenes with more than about 5 people make me want to go scuba diving in the Mariana trench doesn't go away just because the characters are boning 😅

I would LIKE to have it done before March because it always feels embarrassing when it takes me more than a year to update asdfghjkl

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Fuck it, vote for your favourite out of my favourites and I'll draw them being cute or smth

Idk I'm bored

I don't know when I'm actually gonna do this so the poll is set for a week, who knows lol

[tss-storytime-summaries]

18

Expected Rating: General/Teen

Warnings: none

Characters: Roman, Remus (Antagonist), Virgil, Patton, Logan, Janus, potentially Thomas, Emile and Remy.

Romantic relationships: romantic loceitality, queer-platonic roman & virgil

Summary: Virgil, average by-commission artist and studio-apartment resident, is fine with his life. Simple, predictable. Manageable. But a trip to find some new furniture with his best friend Patton turns into something far more complicated- a carousel horse turned prince, a fantasy world at his fingertips, and a rogue bandit on its throne. It doesn’t help that Patton’s taking to it like a fish to water, and Virgil’s feeling a lot more like a fish on the moon. Out of place, unprepared, and not enough limbs to be helpful. But the prince seems to have more faith in him than Virgil really understands.

AKA, Virgil just wanted a new couch, and now he’s reinstating the monarchy of an alternate universe. Fun for all!

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Say the Word (I’m Already Here)

I have no interest in continuing Say The Word (And I’m There), but I figured I’d at least write the scene where they all meet

Word Count: 1774

Rating: Gen

Pairings: LAMP, Royalogicality

Warnings: a cliffhanger I currently have no intentions of resolving, allusions to crime(?)

~~~START~~~

Nothing about Remy’s cryptic message, nor the rather impressive house — mansion, Roman had insisted on correcting him, this is a freaking mansion, specs — he had asked them to meet him at had done anything to assuage Logan’s worries that his friend was involved in some sort of sketchy business.

After college, Remy had told Logan that one of their platonic soulmates had offered them a job, and that it would involve a lot of travel. Logan had been happy for his friend and naturally inquired as to what the job was. Remy told him it was a secret.

For nearly a year, Remy had traveled around the U.S., sending Logan a postcard from every city he went to, and FaceTiming him once a week. He never gave Logan any details of what the job entailed, nor whether or not he had any travel companions. They denied any insinuation that they were doing anything illegal with a laugh, and assured Logan every time that what they were doing — whatever it was — was not in any way sketchy, illegal, or at all immoral, but with no details provided to the contrary, Logan maintained his doubts.

The postcards had stopped several months ago, and Remy had been in the same location — what looked like a home office, decorated to Remy’s own style — for every subsequent FaceTime. A week ago, he’d sent Logan a text inviting him and his two soulmates to a ‘launch party’ at his boss’s house (mansion) along with the time and location. He had not answered any questions about exactly what was being launched other than that he thought Logan, Roman, and Patton would enjoy it.

“Are we just going to stare at the door?” Roman asked and Logan made no move to ring the doorbell. Remy had not left instructions for what they should do when they got to the house, though it seemed fairly obvious that they should ring the doorbell.

“I have become even less sure that Remy is not somehow mixed up in something dangerous,” Logan admitted quietly.

“Aww Logan,” Patton wrapped his arms around Logan’s middle comfortingly. “I don’t think they would have invited us to anything they thought might be dangerous!”

“Besides,” Roman continued. “Launch parties don’t usually have insidious purposes. They’re probably working for some tech giant or something — maybe we’re here to witness the launch of the next big social media platform!”

“…yes,” Logan finally replied. “That does sound like something Remy would do; and you are right, Patton, that Remy would not invite us if he thought it would be dangerous.” And with that, Logan rang the doorbell.

The chime from the doorbell lasted at least thirty seconds and followed a tune that seemed familiar to Logan, though he could not quite place it — likely a pop song but played on bells. Soon after the chime finally ended, an older woman with her hair in a tight bun opened the door.

“Can I help you?” She asked doubtfully.

“We are looking for Remington Sonno,” Logan said. “They sent us an invi–”

“LOGAN!” A familiar voice yelled from slightly further in the house.

“Please come in.” The woman nodded and walked away, leaving the door wide open behind her. Logan stepped inside, followed by Patton and Roman, and barely made it three steps before Remy was sliding down the polished hardwood hallway directly into him.

“Oof!” Logan stumbled slightly but managed to maintain his footing as Remy wrapped their arms tightly around him.

“Gurl, it has been too long!” Remy lamented.

“That is hardly my fault, Remy,” Logan stated, wrapping his arms around Remy in return.

“Fair,” Remy laughed. “I’ve been busy, but that’s why tonight is so exciting!”

“Tonight?” Logan asked.

“The party,” Remy clarified. “It’s good. I’m so proud–” Remy cut themself off with a shake of their head, a fond smile gracing their lips. “But that’s for later, I wanted you all to come early so I can spend time with you.”

“And yet he doesn’t deign to greet us,” Roman sniped playfully.

“My deepest apologies, your highness,” Remy pulled back from Logan so that he could bow deeply. “Roman Prince, it is an honor to be graced with your presence once more.”

“Thank you,” Roman bowed his head benignly.

“And Patton!” Remy smiled, opening his arms for a hug that Patton happily accepted. “Lemme give you guys a tour of the place!”

The mansion was expansive. Remy led them through a kitchen which was bustling with catering staff, then through the ballroom where workers were busy decorating for the party that would occur later in the evening, then up a grand staircase, and down a hall. They stopped every now and then to point out interesting pieces of art on the walls or if a door led to a specialized room. Eventually he led them back down a different staircase and out a pair of French doors onto a breezeway.

“So that was the main house — or most of it anyway, there’s more, but it’s Joan’s personal space so no tour of it,” Remy explained, gesturing back to the house they’d just left as they walked. “These are the gardens — we can explore them later if you want — but back here,” they gestured down the breezeway to a second, smaller — though still rather sizable — house, “is the guesthouse. That’s where I’ve been staying.”

“Your employer is very…” Logan trailed off, unable to think of an adjective that both properly expressed what he was feeling while also not potentially hurting Remy’s feelings of insulting their soulmate.

“They’re not as bad as they seem,” Remy shrugged nonchalantly. “I know this is all a little much, but they’re not as out of touch as this makes them seem.”

The four of them had just reached the door to the guesthouse when Remy’s phone went off, they checked it quickly before grimacing.

“Sorry, babes, my boss needs me for a bit, but feel free to make yourselves at home,” he opened the guesthouse door and gestured for them to go in. “You can explore if you want, or if you want to wait for me there’s a media room up the stairs, down the hall to the right, take a left, then third door on your left — I shouldn’t be too long, but we’ve got a bunch of video games or movies, whatever you want.”

“If you’re sure…” Logan trailed off uncertainly.

“Of course!” Remy laughed. “¡Mi casa es su casa!”

“Bye Remy!” Patton called as Remy rushed back down the breezeway to the main house.

The three soulmates entered the guesthouse and were immediately faced with a small problem: the stairs weren’t visible from the door.

“Well…” Patton frowned. “They can’t be that hard to find if Remy didn’t tell us where they were. I’m sure the answer is stairing us in the face!”

“And Remy did say we were free to explore,” Roman pointed out, opening the nearest door — it led to a coat closet.

There were three options for the three soulmates to choose from: straight, left, or right. None of the directions showed any obvious signs of house hidden staircases but figuring Remy had given them the directions slightly out of order, they chose the right hallway.

The hallway contained a few doors — all of which Roman opened, and all of which turned out to be a closet, a utility room, and a bathroom — before opening up into a kitchen. Tucked in the corner of the kitchen was a staircase, so they followed it up and went to the left.

The third door on the left was not a media room, but rather the office that Remy had been FaceTiming Logan from. The second and digest doors weren’t media rooms either; neither were the fourth or fifth door.

Having exhausted the doors to the left, they tried the right, then the right hall. The right hall led into more halls, so they continued that way, opening doors as they went, none led to media rooms. Eventually, having followed the confusing halls of the house as well as they could, they somehow ended up back at the top of the stairs to the kitchen.

“It’s been a while since a house has given me the runaround,” Roman shook his head in disbelief.

Logan was about to suggest waiting for Remy in the kitchen, when piano music began to drift up the stairs.

“Someone else appears to be here,” Logan commented.

“Maybe we can ask them for directions!” Patton suggested.

“Maybe they’re in the media room,” Roman added.

They followed the noise down the stairs and through a different doorway than the one they had entered the kitchen through. The doorway took them to a formal dining room, then into a moderately sized ballroom. As they walked through the ballroom the piano music solidified into Chopin.

Across the ballroom was a smaller room with shelves filled to the brim with folders and books. On one wall, there was a variety of musical instruments hanging from displays.

In the center of the room, there was a person with dyed purple hair and a patchwork hoodie playing a grand piano. The person’s back was to the door, and all three soulmates were too entranced by the music to make their presence known.

As the song came to a close, Roman saw his opportunity.

“Hey, excuse me?” He called, a little too loudly after the trance that all four of them had just been in.

The pianist startled, their hands slamming down a discordant cacophony of keys as they jumped a little too much. They ended up falling backwards out of their stool and sprawling out on the floor at the trio’s feet. Mismatched green and purple eyes blink up at the soulmates.

“Sorry, kiddo!” Patton yelps, concerned for the other person’s wellbeing. “We didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Shit!” The pianist gasped, scrambling up to their feet. “I mean fuck– um, no. Shit–” Logan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he was certain Roman and Patton must be feeling it too. “Sorry, I just– uh, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here this early. Sorry.” Their soulmate finished, somewhat lamely.

“Ah, it would appear that you are our final soulmate,” Logan said, his mouth working even as his brain tried to catch up — because not only was this their final soulmate, but it was also Virgil Knight! “My name is Logan.”

“I’m Patton!”

“And I am–”

“Remus?”

Reality came crashing down on Roman. His soulmate was famous musician Virgil Knight, former bandmate of convicted murderer Remus Duke… Roman’s identical twin.

“No, I–I’m his brother, Roman.”

~~~END~~~

I know it’s rude to end on a cliffhanger that I don’t intend to resolve, but I just wanted to write them meeting, I didn’t really want to get into the feelingsy part of it. I just wanted to finish smth to break out of my mini slump

Also the party Remy invited them to was the launch party for Virgil’s first solo album. Joan hired Remy to be Virgil’s friend/bodyguard/driver when Virgil decided he wanted to explore the country and be a normal teen for a while

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Happy January! November / December involved a whole lot of editing so I decided to make another roundup! Ngl this is mostly to prove to myself that I actually did a whole lot even though I feel like I didn't do enough because of the countdown being late, but I'm including it as part of December anyways so that I can start January as a fresh slate!

Countdown

12 Characters

Mercedes Delgado

Adhara Black

Mina Ambrosia

Clem Wayland

Hollis Everdeen

Ilsa George

Ophelia Wayne

Kirsty Gilmore

Erin Humphrey

Caroline Fox

Aurora Anderson

Mirella Gold

11 Ships:

Eloise Quinn

Valentina Wolfe x Audrey Hope 

Reese Masrani x Emilio Contreras

Ginevra Maroni x Bruce Wayne

Adelia Kline x Quinn Fabray

Ties That Bind

Delfina Baratheon x Oberyn Martell

Summer Sol x James Coleman

Maristela Carrillo x Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott

Aurélia Agreste x Luka Couffaine

10 Brotps:

Hollis & The Band

Topher Charming & Marnie Fitzwater-Hood

Emily & Luke Patterson

Betty Fabray & Finn Hudson

Cassia Potter & Dimitri Volkor & Sebastian Rosier

Camila Nelson & Will Byers

Luciana Davila & The LDB

Kennedy Quinlan & Alex Claremont-Diaz

Vanessa Kline & Jason Todd

Eva Nightborn & Gabriel Branwell

9 Christmas Aesthetics

Kirsty Gilmore

Cece Cartwright

Noelle Of Arendelle

Sophie Dugray

Cassia Potter

Aurora Anderson

Ivy Knight

Chessy Of Arendelle

Betty Fabray

8 Platonic Crossovers

Ava & Roni [ @thecaptainsgingersnap ]

Aurora & Sydney [ @megdonnellys ]

Thalia & Remy [ @cecexwrites ]

Dylan & HN [ @ocmerunaway ]

Jax & The Girls [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Ivy & Amelia [ @darknightfrombeyond ]

Gloria & Gabe [ @manyfandomocs ]

Kirsty & Richie [ @the-witching-ash ]

7 Romantic Crossovers

Angel x Roman [ @the-witching-ash ]

Will x Kit [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Lily x Greyson [ @manyfandomocs ]

Cassandra x Waverly [ @megdonnellys ]

Savannah x Andrew [ @the-witching-ash ]

Ariadne x Elys [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Coco x Matthew [ @manyfandomocs ]

6 Intros

Reese Masrani

Colton Cartwright

Hollis Everdeen

Ophelia Wayne

Aurélia Agreste

Nevaeh Murphy

5 Posters

Katia McKinley

Olivia Olsen

Coco Bates

Maristela Carrillo

Laura Hyde

4 Neglected OCs

Quinn Hargreeves

Briar Tyrell Stark

Caitlin Watson

Miranda Granger

3 Nicknames

Arianne Martin

Sabina Maximoff

Kirsty Gilmore

2 AUs

Sophie Dugray + Arranged Marriage

Kirsty Gilmore + Raised By Emily & Richard

1 Video

Kirsty Gilmore

[n-lol]

Sander Sides x Twisted Wonderland anyone?

I've recently picked up my hyperfixation on Sander Sides, and as the genius I am I thought of making a crossover between one of my favorite games and Sander Sides!

(Ps. My best friend helped with them so check them out too @kiraversee)

Virgil

Starting off strong with my personal favorite. So let's start off with saying he and Logan kinda grew up together because I love platonic Analogical, they're from the Shaftlands! As for the school, he attended NRC till his 3rd year! But after a HUGE fight with Janus (his second closest friend) he decided to change school and attend Noble Bell College. His previous dorm in NRC was Ignihyde, he was pretty much only friends with Ortho and saw Idia like twice in 2 years. (They met each other one night when they had both went out to get energy drinks from the vending machine, and the second time was because of Ortho dragging Idia with him to give a special gift to Virgil.)

Janus

(Offended they don't have yellow for font)

Our favorite snake boy, Janus. He grew up in Briar Valley, being a snake fae. Half of his face is covered in scales and has heterocromia, his left eye is light brown while his right one is bright yellow and snake like. He attendes NRC and is a 3rd year from Octavinelle. (He might have beef with Azul) He's not the absolute worst but he's not a saint either, tho if you ask Virgil he won't agree with me. He's pretty influential and has many 'acquaintances' in all the dorms so he's always up everybody's business. (Azul is impressed)

Remus

The og rat king! Twin brother and son of the famous Royal family from a kingdom not too far from Sage's Island. Childhood friend of Patton and younger twin of Roman, he's a menace. He's the second born which means he won't become king, but he hardly cares about royalty, he instead prefers to focus on "more important" matters like how to annoy his dorm leader. Who is Leona btw, yes Remus is in Savanaclaw, he's not a hybrid or anything of the sort but he sure is fast and athletic and he's surprisingly on par with some of the other members who *are* hybrids. (Leona was almost impressed) He's pretty well known for his constant pranks on other students and weird behavior other than the fact that he's a prince. His and Roman relationship isn't the best but not Leona and Falena level- fortunately.

Remy

Also well known as Azul's main source of income with how much money he spends on coffee at Mostro Lounge everyday. (Azul just gave him a card so he could always go to them instead of going to other cafes) He's well-known in NRC for the sole reason of him dating a RSA student, aka their sworn enemy. Also because of his powerful magic but they shouldn't be surprised as he is from Diasomnia dorm. He's a pretty chill guy and was friends with Virgil before he moved, now they hardly see/talk to each other. He's an older brother figure to a lot of people but he's hardly seen around anymore since he's a 4th year and he's working on his off campus education.

Might make a part 2 with the light sides!

[touchtranscendslanguage]

with the confirmation of what many people were sure was true a thought came to my mind:

would Roman technically be Virgil's stepfather?

No, Remy and Roman aren't married. Roman is just Virgil's dad's queer-platonic partner. I don't think that really counts as being related.

[luckyduckydyke]

Hear me out, hear me out- Sanders Sides Ratatouille AU

I'm thinking Virgil as Linguini and Roman as Remy. Janus as Colette, for sure, because that's where this idea started. Lots of platonic Prinxiety.

[anxiouslyfred]

Dear Self Esteem

Summary: Roman writes to characters from fiction in an attempt to build his self esteem.

/\/\

Dear Barbie,

Life is difficult and I've no clue how you have excelled in so many areas. You constantly become your best self, or take control over a situation to resolve it and I'm faltering behind everyone.

I've tried so many times to reinvent myself in a way that will get me respect, that I'll be able to look in the mirror and believe I've done something great, but that either leaves me feeling like a fraud, or exhausted from the bouncing between a million different views none of which can I truly agree with.

I know I am a mere male in your wonderland of female empowerment, but even doing things to support my friends and family fail now and I feel simply lost.

For now I'll look to your films and dolls and try to find hope that if I keep creating and dreaming I will manage to find that wonderful tomorrow.

Yours dreaming, Roman

/\/\

Dear Rapunzel,

You are so lucky to live in a land of fairytales and clear villains in your life.

Some days I think half my family are villains, but others I know they are just people trying to do the best they can with the information and views that they have. Even when you're double-crossed you are able to understand and either fight the villain doing wrong, or bring them back to good with a song and kind words.

What do we do when right and wrong, good and bad are not quite as simple as that?

I simply don't know where I should look. There are no lanterns in the sky for me to chase.

Yours despondently, Roman

/\/\

Dear Dreamers

I know you are out there, watching Thomas's videos, sometimes joining in with them. You are what make this career we've formed so special, so wonderful. I know, I remember saying all those years ago that I was on a solo quest to love myself, but loving the people I create for is definitely a step in the right direction.

Thomas see all those wonderful creations you make based off our ideas and those our friends suggest to include in this series and I simply adore it all. You're such a creative company, and I just wish I could feel included among your ranks.

Yours in wonder, Roman.

/\/\

Dear Aurora,

Even the most wonderful dream must be woken up from at some point. I hope that yours was lovely, especially since you don't wake up screaming as people sometimes do from nightmares.

In all honestly, I've been retreating to dreams and trying to sleep more recently. Remy claims it's unhealthy, but life is a horror that I need safety from. Perhaps it's worse to simply be a part of a person, because even the agency I have over myself feels limited. Everything must be for Thomas and the life he deserves to have.

I'm not sure what that life is from all the views different parts of him hold, and as the dreams that are meant to motivate Thomas, that leaves me floundering. I wish I could flee back to a castle barely remembered from childhood. Perhaps I would find the answers or have an unknown curse destroy me there.

Or at the very least I could form one in the imagination, perhaps leave a message for Virgil or someone over what I'm doing. That will calm any worries they have at least.

Yours pondering, Roman

/\/\

Dear Aurora,

I usually don't write to the same character twice, but Virgil came after me.

He was angry at the very existence of this adventure and claimed that I don't get to duck out without saying why at least. He barely even acknowledged that it had to be true loves kiss to wake me up, let alone enough to confirm whether his love is platonic or romantic. I'd built in a knight who would save me after a while but he never got the chance to show.

I guess I can still find dreams in the waking world to bring me hope.

Yours hopefully, Roman.

[tulipanthousa]

also ROMAN AND REMY WANTING TO BE EACH OTHER'S PROPER FIRSTS I'M SOBBING

it's so GOOD. they care about each other so much and they're like "yeah we're both in happy separate primary relationships now and we don't feel any need to change that but we still love each other and our first time should have been together" I'm SOBBING

love that's not really platonic but nobody is jealous or feels like they're missing out. it's just like "let's have the do over we deserve." I am failing to find the proper words but I am full of soft squishy feelings

they LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR

i know queerplatonic has come to be popularly understood as a very specific thing but with this fic im really thinking about the original definition which is just "platonic in a philosophically queer way" so just. being clear about boundaries but also not letting the boundaries *dictate* your relationships instead of the other way around. friends can fuck and even be a little in love, and that can just be part of their friendship/non-romantic. its good and nice

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Dragon Quest

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Roman is missing and Janus enlists Virgil and Remus' help to find him. Together they end up on a quest through the imagination, ultimately leading them to... a cuddle pile??

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Warnings: none (that I'm aware of, but please lmk if i need to add any)

Pairings: romantic roceit, platonic anxceitmus, prinxiety and creativitwins

Word count: 2519

Notes: Yes, this is the dragon hoard cuddle pile fic we've been waiting for. Unfortunately, that will be happening in the second chapter, which I have not written yet because I'm tired and running low on creative juice. I promise I'll get to it soon though! Keep an eye on this one :D

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“Remus!” Janus called as he walked into the common room. Just as he expected, within the next five seconds there was a hole in the ceiling through which Remus was hanging upside down by his tentacles. 

“You called?” Remus asked, “Whassup?”

“Have you seen Roman?”

“Uh… don’t think so! But I’ve been in the imagination with Bessy all day-”

“I’ve definitely seen him in the last three days.” Janus interrupted, “And it’s totally not starting to worry me.”

“Ooh-” Remus said, wincing, “You’ve looked in his room?”

“Obviously not.”

“His imagination?” Remus suggested.

“I searched for four hours, but I couldn’t find him in the kingdom or the forest, or the dungeons, almost got killed by a pack of kobolds.”

“Jeez, you good?” Remus asked.

“I’m not fine, I’m more worried about Roman right now,” Janus said, waving him off, “Any other suggestions?”

“The subconscious?” Remus said, frowning.

“We would’ve felt it if he went there,” Janus shook his head, “And Remy visited yesterday, they would’ve said something.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus nodded, “...The light sides?”

Janus frowned, why the hell would Roman go up there? Last Janus checked he was still very much avoiding Patton and Logan. Besides, his room was still here, it’s not like he’d gone back properly. 

“He could just be visiting Virgil?” Remus suggested, probably seeing the look on Janus’ face, he dropped down from the ceiling to stand properly on the floor. 

“Perhaps…” Janus sighed, “Do you think we should summon Virgil and see if he knows anything?”

“Eh?” Remus said, shrugging and wandering off towards the kitchen, “Go ahead, I’ma make a sandwich.”

“Don’t you dare,” Janus said, “You know what happened last time you made a sandwich? I’m not having any more fires.”

“That was Roman!” Remus yelled, “Last time I made a sandwich was with the sentient condiment slime!”

“Which is better how exactly?” Janus said, raising an eyebrow, they stared at each other for a moment before Janus sighed, “If you can promise the mess wont leave the kitchen, you can make a sandwich.”

“Fuck yes!” Remus grinned, “Promise!”

Janus rolled his eyes, “I’m going to search for Virgil.”

“Lemme know if you find Ro!”

—-

“...Janus?” Virgil said through the crack in his door, looking a little perplexed, “The hell are you doing up here?”

“Have you seen Roman?” Janus asked, Virgil’s expression immediately morphed from confusion to panic.

“No?” Virgil said, opening his door properly, “Isn’t he with you guys?”

“Neither Remus or I have seen him for multiple days.” Janus explained, “I am totally not starting to get slightly frantic and I was wondering if he was with you for some reason.”

“I uh- no I haven’t seen him, but- I can help you guys look-if you want?” Virgil said, putting his hands in his pockets, “I mean- maybe?”

Janus shook his head, "Absolutely not, I don't want your help whatsoever, it's not like you've known Roman longer than we have or anything." 

Sighing, Virgil stepped out of his door and closed it behind him, "Where's Remus?" 

"Making a sandwich and hopefully wrecking my entire kitchen, why?" 

"Because he can navigate the imagination better than we can- if you've looked around the mindscape then he's probably in there," Virgil said, leading the way down the hallway. Janus would have suggested sinking out, but he suspected Virgil needed time to mentally prepare to go downstairs. Despite Remus' invitation, Virgil hadn't stepped a foot in the darkside's mindscape since he'd left.

"I've already checked the imagination." Janus said, possibly a little too haughtily. 

Virgil turned to stare at him for a second before sighing, "His imagination is infinite, dumbass, you couldn't have checked it all, and you wouldn't have found him, especially if he didn't want you to, which is why we need Remus." 

Frowning, Janus followed Virgil back downstairs where they found that Remus, luckily, hadn't completely destroyed the kitchen.

"Hi Vee!" Remus called, waving before he shoved half a sandwich in his mouth all at once. Janus winced.

"uh… hey Remus," Virgil said, narrowing his eyes at Remus, "What- is that?" 

"PB&J!" Remus grinned, waving the second half of the sandwich - which was dripping jam and something that looked far too runny to be peanut butter onto the floor, "With pickle juice!" 

That would be it. 

"Disgusting! Anyway," Virgil said, turning back to Janus, "Is there any reason you can think of that he might have gone off to hide?" 

Janus shared a look with Remus, who shrugged. Janus sighed, "Not that I noticed… Did anything happen at the last meeting?" 

“Other than Roman having grown horns out of nowhere? Not really,” Virgil said, before his eyes widened, “Wait- that’s probably it, isn’t it?”

“Whatever do you mean, Virgil?” Janus asked, confused.

“Remember how when I got mine I basically took over part of Remus’ forest?” Virgil said, crossing his arms.

“Some of the webs are still there!” Remus said, grinning, “I made some funky spiders to fill them!”

“Right, and Remus went off and hid in a la- ohh…” Janus said, realising what Virgil was implying.

“So, if we can figure out where Roman’s beastie would be likely to hide, we could probably find Roman there too,” Virgil said with an exasperated sigh, “Seriously you didn’t figure this out yourself, Jan?”

“I feel as though I’m being unnecessarily mocked because I was worried about my boyfriend’s disappearance,” Janus said, crossing his arms with an annoyed huff. Virgil sighed and waved him off.

“‘Kay well if Ro’s a dragon then he’s probably in a cave somewhere,” Remus said, before gasping, “Oh! He has this big mountain range where all the dragons in his imagination live, he’s probably gone there!”

Virgil shuddered, “Are the other dragons likely to try and eat us?”

“I guess we’ll find out!” Remus said, grinning.

“I suppose we don’t want set off as soon as possible, then?” Janus said, raising an eyebrow, “Virgil, will you be coming?”

“Sure why not,” Virgil said with a sigh, “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Hooray!” Remus cheered, chucking the rest of his sandwich onto the side and running off. 

—-

Virgil didn’t know what to expect when the three of them walked through the big red and gold doors to the imagination, but it certainly wasn’t to have his outfit changed, his hoodie was replaced with a long hooded cloak featuring the same patchy style. He’d gained what seemed to be arm guards that ended in fingerless gloves as well as a loose grey tunic and tight black trousers. He was also a little surprised to note that he had multiple weapons concealed on his person as well as a bow slung over his shoulder. Virgil didn’t have a single clue about archery, but whatever, at least he wasn’t Janus.

“You look like a victorian woman!” Remus said between snorting laughter whilst Janus crossed his arms over an elegant-looking black and gold bodice with a white off-the-shoulder shirt with long white gloves replacing his yellow ones. Not only that, but he also sported a loose cape jacket and a bell skirt that stopped just above his ankles, where Virgil could just about make out what looked like riding boots under the mass of ruffles. Janus sighed.

“Looks like we’re on a quest,” Janus said, sounding like he couldn’t be less excited about the fact.

“Yay!” Remus cheered, medieval knight’s armour clanking as he raised his Morningstar to the sky. 

“Wonderful,” Virgil deadpanned, “Will one of you explain what the hell this is?”

“This hasn’t happened to you before?” Janus asked, seeming mostly tired.

“...no?? Usually my clothes don’t randomly change into something else when I go into the imagination?” Virgil said, throwing his hands into the air. 

Janus sighed and shook his head, whilst Remus leant on his Morningstar and shook his head at Virgil.

“It’s basically like, y’know when Roman does daydream mode?” Remus said, Virgil nodded, “It’s like that but even more… daydreamy, and in the imagination, we call it quest mode.”

“More or less, we have been assigned roles, and while it totally matters if we don’t go along with whatever storyline we are presented with going forward, there will be a storyline that will likely lead us to Roman.” Janus explained, crossing his arms over the corset. Virgil couldn’t help but notice how much jewellery Janus was wearing compared to the rest of them, a gold bar necklace, a silver chain that housed what looked like a ruby pendant, and earrings, bracelets and rings. Virgil was only wearing a black choker with a small silver moon pendant and Remus was wearing no jewellery at all. 

“So we’re heading for the mountains but looking out for whatever this storyline is on the way?” Virgil asked.

“Basically, yes.” Janus nodded, “I have no idea how easy it’ll be to climb a mountain in this dress, though.”

“We’ll figure that out when we come to it.” Virgil sighed, “Remus?”

“Mmh?” Remus said, turning from where he was attempting to shove one of the whimsical forest mushrooms into his mouth.

“Don’t eat that,” Virgil sighed, “Do you know which way we gotta go?”

“Oh yeah,” Remus nodded, spitting out the mushroom and standing up, “North.”

“...Which way is north?” Virgil asked, crossing his arms. Remus rolled his eyes and pointed down the path that seemed to lead them through the woods, which were much more fairy-like than Virgil remembered. If this was some fantasy quest like Remus had described, Virgil wouldn’t even be surprised if they were in some kind of fairyland. 

“We totally shouldn’t stick together,” Janus spoke up the moment Remus went to leave the path.

“You don’t say,” Virgil said, taking a knife from a holder on his arm guard and flipping it mindlessly from hand to hand, “And don’t go off the path, Roman’s told me enough about fae lore to know that, at least.”

—-

They had been walking for maybe an hour - Virgil was finding it difficult to tell the time - before the trees around them began to thin. Once the three of them were free of the forest completely Remus excitedly pointed out the mountains they were headed towards in the distance. God that looked… far. 

“You think we should’ve packed like… food or something?” Virgil asked, frowning. He wasn’t tired yet, not from just an hour’s walk through what was really a fairly peaceful forest, but the hilly fields and river valleys didn’t look like they’d be much fun to traverse. 

“It totally wouldn’t have been wise.” Janus said, taking a few deep breaths, “How on earth did Victorian women wear this every day? This dress totally isn’t incredibly heavy.”

“Jan just doesn’t like dressing like a girl,” Remus said, “Sexist.”

“I’m not sexist, you dunce,” Janus huffed, “I definitely have qualms about ‘dressing like a girl’ These clothes are just… incredibly practical for the amount of walking we have ahead of us.”

“Awee poor Janny, stuck in a big poofy dress,” Remus taunted, “This armour’s all hot and sticky but you don’t see me complaining!”

“Yes, because ‘hot and sticky’ totally isn’t something that you’ve mentioned you enjoy being multiple times in the past,” Janus huffed. 

“Guys shut up,” Virgil said, raising a hand, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Remus asked, Virgil glared.

“If you shut up you might- woah!” Virgil yelped, jumping back as something swept down from the sky and snatched Janus - who didn’t even get the chance to so much as yelp - up far too quickly for him too see more than a red, white and gold blur. Once he’d realised what had happened, though, Virgil shaded his eyes, squinting up into the sky to try and get a look at the kidnapper. He could make out what looked like dragon wings, though they were much smaller than any of the other dragons he’d seen in Roman’s imagination before…

“Was that fucking Roman?” Remus yelled, gesturing wildly at the sky. 

“I don’t- that was- that happened too quickly for me to tell!” Virgil cried in confusion. 

“Welp we’re fucked, there goes the brain cell,” Remus said, putting his head in his hands in what Virgil was pretty sure was mock sorrow.

“Wait hold up- Roman has wings?? ” Virgil said, "Also excuse you! I have a braincell!"

“Uh, yeah Virgil, he’s a dragon, haven’t we gone over this?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“You never told me he has wings!” Virgil cried, throwing his hands up into the air before sitting down on a large outcropping rock, “What the hell are we supposed to do now.”

“Uh, duh, we go follow them?” Remus said, gesturing his hand in that direction.

“It’ll take us hours to walk!” Virgil yelled, head in hands, “What if that wasn’t even Roman that took him! What if it was that- I don’t know- that Dragon Witch character he created ages ago and Janus is actually in trouble?”

“Woah dude, ok first of all no-ones gonna get hurt here, this is Ro’s imagination, so it’s not even fun like mine, Jan has object impermanence plot armour bullshit like Logan does too,” Remus said, picking his nails, “So even if that wasn’t Roman, Jan’ll be fine, and if it was or not we should still go after them because of the storyline Janus mentioned earlier, remember?”

Virgil shook his hands out, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s gonna take us forever to get there.”

“Hey look,” Remus said in a mocking tone as two horses trotted out of the forest, “Horses that I totally didn’t just summon because I can do that too!”

Virgil eyed the horses suspiciously, “They’re not gonna like, attack me or- i don’t know turn into the demogorgon or something, are they?” He asked as Remus swung himself onto the back of the armoured black and white seemingly innocent shire horse. 

“Find out!” Remus cackled, “Now c'mon or you’ll be left behind!”

He thought that he’d rather potentially be attacked by a demon horse than be left totally alone in the imagination, so he - begrudgingly - climbed onto the back of the Andalusian and grabbed onto the saddle, suddenly realising that he had never ridden a horse in his life. Luckily the mare didn’t seem much bothered by his nervousness as she leaned down to graze the grass at her feet. 

“Remus?” Virgil said, awkwardly grabbing the reins. 

“Yeah, Virgin?” Remus called, having already started his own horse forward, “Are ya coming?”

“I uh- I don’t know how to ride a horse-” Virgil said, Remus rolled his eyes.

“Dumbass, it’s imaginary,” Remus said, “You can do whatever the fuck you want, you don’t gotta do it right .”

“Oh,” Virgil mumbled.

“Left-brained sides, I’ll never understand you dorks,” Remus mumbled as he urged his horse to continue walking. Virgil did the same - surprised to find that it actually worked - and together they set off to follow the speck in the distant sky that was Janus and probably-Roman.

Virgil really hoped that Janus, at least, was having a good time, wherever he was right now.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess (if anyone wants to be added let me know1)

I'm also going to tag @doteddestroyer because you seemed to have a vested interest in this fic in particular. hehe

[tss-storytime-summaries]

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Expected Rating: Mature

Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping, Human Trafficking/Slavery/Forced Action, Brainwashing/Mind Control/Manipulation, Description of (Extensive) injury, Blood, Touch Starvation, Horror Elements Associated with Technology/Robots

Characters: Patton, Roman, Somewhat extensive Presence of OCs relevant to plot. (very) Minor Presence of Remy, Emile, Logan, Virgil, and Remus.

Romantic Relationships: Mostly ambiguous (Platonic/Romantic) Royality

Summary: Patton always dreamed he'd inspire the most people when he'd bring joy to the children he'd meet or the random passersby on the street. He had never imagined inspiring so many boos and jeers from the strangers that surrounded him.

In such an unfamiliar place and with seemingly no way out, Patton has to survive in this place with only the dented weapons and armor he's been provided. Yet, the metallic gleam in the shadows beckons his guard remain up. All it took was one damp object hitting his back to distract him enough that the flash of metal nearly brushed his nose as he dodged.

The figure, almost frozen for a moment as they completed their lunge, gazed quickly up at Patton with swiftness too great for human to complete, the subtle red glow of their eyes sending shivers down Patton's spine.

Then they spoke, the voice nearly flawless, save for the barest hint of tininess betraying their artificial nature. "Your performance thus far lacks... passion. Let's see if we can change that!"

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death’s Doorstep (pt 33/?)

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Word count: 1407

Rating: Teen

Pairings: platonic Remy&Virgil&Patton, background Anxceit

Warnings: I mean, if you’ve read the rest of this fic then I don’t think there’s anything major or new in this part

Begin section 4: the home stretch

~~~START~~~

As far as afterlives went, Remy’s probably wasn’t going too bad, especially when one considered that she was alive. It could be going better for sure, she could have a bio dad who wasn’t a supervillain, she could not be forced to live in a building with said supervillain bio dad and his supervillain friends, she could have not died at all, but she was now on a first name basis with her favorite superhero — who was not only not homophobic, but actually gay — so always a silver lining. 

And Virgil’s son was adorable. 

“–And when you get to the top you have to jump!” The five-year-old explained to Remy as she pushed him on the swings in the playground that the supervillains apparently had on the roof of their building. 

“Patton, buddy, please don’t jump off the swings, you could hurt yourself,” Virgil begged from the neighboring swing that he was using as a seat. 

“Um, but if I get hurt you can make it better,” Patton reasoned sensibly. Children were smart, Remy hadn’t realized how smart they were before — probably because she’d never really been around children younger than her. 

“But it would still hurt,” Virgil emphasized. “And it would be scary. For all of us.”

Patton seemed to think about this very seriously before deciding “ok, daddy.”

“I could jump,” Remy mused. The last time she had been on a swing set, she hadn’t been able to fly; it might be fun to jump from the apex of her swing. 

“No, because you would get hurt and it’d be scary,” Patton explained. 

“Remy can fly, kiddo,” Virgil said. “So she can jump off of things and be alright. But you can’t so I don’t want to catch you trying.”

“Um, but I can fly!” Patton declared. 

“Prove it when you’re not on the swing set and then we can talk, alright?”

Patton pouted but made no move to prove his claim. 

Soon, the kid grew tired of the swing and asked Remy to help him stop. Once the swing was stopped enough, he jumped off and ran for the big slide. Remy took a seat on his abandoned swing. 

“How are you feeling today?” She asked Virgil. He’d been sick, and this was the first day since Remy had first been brought back that she hadn’t seen him involuntarily teleport or accidentally bend light. 

“Tired,” he said honestly. “But better than I have in a long time — like I’m whole again, y’know?”

She didn’t really, but she couldn’t imagine being unable to access her powers for months on end. She nodded. 

“What about you?” He asked. “How are you feeling– careful, kiddo! Watch your step! –How are you feeling about everything?”

Patton’s laughter carried over the playground easily. 

“It’s weird,” Remy admitted. “Really weird.”

She studied the fingers on her left hand. Two of them weren’t hers, but they responded to her commands like they’d been there her entire life

“I’m really sorry.”

Remy shrugged. “Nothing you could have done — about any of it. I’m sorry I took your bed.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to get much use out of it anyway,” Virgil chuckled. 

While Virgil had been sick, Remy had spent a lot of time with Gemini — who was actually two different people which made so much sense that Remy was a little mad at herself for not realizing it sooner — as her primary babysitters. At the time, she honestly would have preferred that they just left her alone, but looking back on it, she was glad she wasn’t alone for those first few days. 

It was an adjustment, but at least her stepdad wasn't here. She missed her mom. 

“Roman’s offered to let us switch apartments with him,” Virgil continued. “He’ll take the third floor and we can have the fourth. He’s got two bedrooms, so it sounds like a good deal, but we’d be closer to Logan’s apartment, so you can say no if you want.”

“Don’t know what difference it’d make,” Remy muttered petulantly. “He already does whatever the hell he wants.”

Virgil chose not to comment, though whether that was his way of agreeing, or just letting it slide, Remy wasn’t sure. 

“Daddy!” Patton screeched, barreling into Virgil’s legs. “Can Janus come over for dinner please?”

“Uh,” Remy was fairly certain she wasn’t supposed to notice the hesitant glance he sent her way. She understood that if she had such a problem with Logan, she ought to have at least a little bit of a problem with the other villains in the house, but she was actually warming up to them. 

Plus, there may or may not have been a notebook hidden under Remy’s bed at home, filled with her Knightcaster/Serpentine fanart, and she might be geeking out a little bit about the fact that they were actually dating on the inside. 

“I don’t mind,” Remy answered as nonchalantly as she could — which must have either been too much or too little based on the suspicious look Virgil leveled her with. 

“Alright, bud,” Virgil said once he’d decided that Remy was telling the truth. “Why don’t we go ask them. Do you want to come, Remy?”

“Can I stay here a little longer? I promise I can find my way back on my own,” she tried to make her joke lighthearted, but the sympathetic smile Virgil shot her told her she’d failed. 

“Take all the time you need, kid,” Virgil answered. “C’mon, kiddo, let’s go see Jan.”

“YAY!” Patton shrieked, taking Virgil’s hand and pulling him towards the stairwell. Virgil waved at Remy one last time before he and Patton were gone. 

Now alone, Remy slumped over. She wanted to go back in time — before her death, before she became a vigilante, before her mom met Mike. 

Maybe even before her mom left Logan. 

Life is so simple when you’re young, and right now Remy felt old beyond her years — maybe Logan had gotten her transplants from an older body, maybe that’s where all this newfound age came from. 

Remy started swinging, her gaze fixed on the clear blue sky. There was nothing stopping her from leaving; there was a whole wide world out there, and no one but the people in this building would be looking for a deceased teenage vigilante. She could start over somewhere, anywhere. 

She thought back to what Patton had said and jumped at the apex of her swing. She allowed herself to drift steadily upwards, thinking maybe she could just drift away; instead, she found herself running into an invisible barrier about twenty feet up that got ahold of her, and pushed her gently around towards the edge of the building before plopping her back onto the roof, like a slow, invisible slide. 

Curious. 

A barrier like that must have a generator somewhere, so logically, Remy went to look for it. It wasn’t on the playground, so that left the garden, or Logan’s work area. While Logan’s area was the obvious choice, he also probably had all sorts of security to get into it, so Remy checked the garden first, just to be sure. 

It wasn’t in the garden. 

There were security cameras watching the fence that divided off the roof — similar cameras had been set up in Virgil’s apartment the first night Remy had been there, though those had disappeared by the second night — but Remy decided to ignore them. Let Logan be mad at her if he wanted, Remy didn’t give a shit. 

The fence was reinforced, but the gate seemed to just have a keypad as a security measure. For an eight digit code like the pad was asking for, there were one hundred million possible combinations one could try, and Remy definitely didn’t have the time — or the patience — to try them all. 

She put in her own birthday, and when that didn’t work, she put it in the European way. The gate opened. 

Inside were some stargazing equipment, a station that looked to be monitoring the weather, some locked cabinets, and a large generator. 

Remy considered the generator for a minute. It would be easy enough to disable — then she could go anywhere. 

In the end, she left the generator untouched. Patton would be sad if she failed to show up for dinner, and she’d hate for him to end up hurt if no one thought to switch the generator back on after she was gone. 

~~~END~~~

Didn’t give this one my usual editing process ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Not sure how long this section will be (don’t currently have an outline other than I know what the next two chapters will be) but we’re just gonna get into it. Might end up being on the longer side, contrarywise, might end up the shortest one, who knows? Certainly not me :)

I will do my best to neither rush the ending, nor drag it out

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