#rere mumbles

[aereres]

Idk man i like this guy too much and it doesn't feel like he might feel the same anymore

[rerenikos-sweetheart]

🍬 🍮 🫐 for the ask game!!

thank you for the ask !! i picked rere and niko for this <2

🫐 - what's your sleeping arrangement with your f/o like? do you share a bed? do they cuddle you, or talk in their sleep?

we do, actually ! i sleep on the side, with rere in the middle and domenikos on tbe other one ! all of us are usually talking a bit about nothing in particular before going to sleep...we usually hug each other too, but not strong enough to stop someone from moving. I think renoir mumbles in his sleep sometimes ? but it's nothing serious, usually.

🍮 - what's something you do that always makes your f/o smile, and/or vice versa?

for niko it's probably the fact that i understand him well ? he's insecure sometimes that he may speak "weird", so to have someone who's not munch who also understands him ( and also loves him <3 ) makes him smile. also when we are painting together. the company is always nice both for me and him : D

as for rere, pretty much anything, but specifically when both of us spend free time together in the city, especially when we visit places that i recommended to him. and also hand holding. he was pretty nervous about this, despite his flirty façade, but when he was in actual serious relationship, it was ...weird at first, but my understanding of it helped him ease this worries.

🍬 - if you were in canon, what would the fanbase for your ship be like?

probably a very very small but dedicated one ? probably would have 5-10 fics and some fanart scattered around the place but that's it, and sometimes that's enough. probably i'd have a centre event with them as important characters too, and that's how it'd all start...

[samuelisbaby]

𝙊𝘾 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 !! 🐈🌼

𝙊𝘾 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 !! 🦖

𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ; RENTO FREI BATCHIA 🌼

𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ; REN/RERE

𝘼𝙂𝙀 ; 17

𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ; MALE

𝙈𝘽𝙏𝙄 ; ISTJ

𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝘿𝘼𝙔 ; MEI 1

𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔 ; JAPANESE AND GERMAN

𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 !! 🦕

𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙍 ; SILVER GRAY

𝙀𝙔𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙍 ; DARK GRAY

𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙍 ; PALE

𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ; 6'1

𝙒𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ; 48 KG

𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎 ; STITCHES AROUND HIS MOUTH, TWO MOLES UNDER HIS LEFT EYE

𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 !! 🐉

𝙎𝙊𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙎 ; LONER, FRIENDS WITH THE POPULAR DUDES

𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋 ; NOT SO GOOD

𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 ; ALEGRI ZEN PRINC, KINZ KENNZI ASTERLING, TALUS AKSAMALA, KHYLO TIVO AXEL

𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎 ;SWEETS,DESERTS,DRAWING,HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS,TAKING PHOTOS,CATS,ANIMALS

𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 ; TAKING A SELFIE, WRITING,STITCHING BACK HIS SCAR ON HIS MOUTH

𝙎𝙊𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝙍 ;@RENREN#2293(DISCORD),Rento,,,(SPOTIFY),@Rento_luvs_cats(TWITTER) {GUYS REMEMBER THIS IS FAKE!!}

𝙃𝙊𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀𝙎 ;DRAWING,PETTING CATS,TAING PHOTOS,TRAVELING,HAVING A NICE WALK

𝙁𝙐𝙉𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙎 ; HE GOT HIS SCAR ON HIS LEFT CORNER OF HIS MOUTH BECAUSE HE ATE AN APPLE SLICE THAT IS STILL ATTACH TO A KNIFE AND HE GOT THE OTHER ONE ON HIS RIGHT CORNER OF HIS MOUTH FROM A FIGHT

𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔 ; Hes a cold and aloof person usually on his phone and having his headphones on, isnt really willing to make any friends because he already have a friend group that consist of five people including him. is just your typical quiet kid in your class. usually talk in a mumbled tone or you cant even hear what hes even saying, is a neutral good, hes a very smart boy hes always in the 4th spot of his class

[aereres]

Meanwhile Lando Norris

charles leclerc during off-season

[l-r-christian]

Title: 'A Lady and her vampire; New Orleans'

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Human!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Jealous!Hayley, Possessive!Elijah

Masterlist

Tag list: @darkcastle167 @okkulta @rere-the-writer @starkleila @janiyahanne @arin-swear-rose

It was a cold morning as Elijah found hisself missing his wife as he hadn't seen her in ten years while his wife wasn't a vampire nor witch as Elijah learned there was a side effect of the exliur that he took that linked her life to his. Elijah looked seeing Hayley cling to him as he was no fool, he knew of Hayley's feelings for him but Elijah wanted his sweet little wife that he missed dearly.

"Elijah!" Elijah stood up surprising Hayley when he heard Y/N's sweet honey laced voice making him quickly rush out to see her. Y/N stood in a sweater dress, hair up looking at Elijah with a smile, seeing him dressed in a suit looking just as devilishly handsome as the night they met.

Y/N ran to her husband and Elijah lifted her with ease, Y/N wasted no time kissing her husband. Elijah growled deeply kissing back roughly as Anastasia faked gagged at her parents as it seemed her father was trying to devour her mother.

"Come now Anastasia. Your parents haven't seen one another for the last decade." Klaus teased as the young vampire rolled her eyes while Elijah place Y/N back down peppering her neck with kisses.

Anastasia caught Hayley's attention as the vampire looked so much like her father, Anastasia got most of Elijah's genes having his dark eyes. The young vampire wore a white botton up under a vest with black slacks as she was an Mikaelson though and though having chased off men hitting on her mother.

"I've missed you."

"I missed you more, my love." Elijah muttered against Y/N's skin pulling away cupping her face seeing her flushed cheeks before kissing her softly then moved to hug Anastasia.

"Hello father." Anastasia mumbled against Elijah's chest hugging back as both Y/N and Anastasia had been in England to finish the girl's studies and Y/N finishing up work for the Queen.

"My sweet girl, keeps your mother safe?"

"Always father." Anastasia said smiling at her father then went to say hi to her aunt, uncles and cousin. Elijah turned his attention back to his wife walking over to her kissing her again just as Hayley cleared her throat before Elijah could get carried away.

"Hayley meet my wife, Duchess Y/N Vermount-Mikaelson."

"Elijah, no need for titles." Y/N said giggling eyes twinkling as Elijah kissed her hand while Hayley was surprised then noticed the wedding bands seeing Elijah kissing his wife's ring. Hayley felt pang of jealousy as all of Elijah's rejections and avoiding to be alone with her made sense but Hayley still wanted Elijah.

"Pleasure to meet you, Hayley Marshall. You are a lucky woman to have Elijah."

"No Hayley, I am the lucky one." Elijah says looking at his wife with such adoration as Y/N flushed at the affection Elijah was showering her with. Hayley swallowed looking away before telling Elijah she needed to go that was until Klaus said he was going to throw a ball that night.

Elijah took Y/N up to his bedroom that he was going to share with her then picked her kissing her roughly. Y/N mewled against Elijah's mouth as he pressed her up against a wall kissing along her neck leaving marks there then moved to the bed.

"Elijah." Y/N breathed trembling feeling Elijah's hands move up her bare legs under her dress, Elijah moved his mouth along her neck. Elijah pulling away letting her push off his suit jacket, Y/N flushed feeling Elijah slowly pulled the lace she wore.

Elijah looked down at his wife seeing her lips swollen from his rough kisses as her neck covered with dark marks. As she looked up at him with such innocent eyes made him growl lowly leaning down to her ear.

"Allow me to show you just how much I've missed you."

Hayley arrived to the ball dressed in a dress that showed just a little too much skin to try and get Elijah's attention which got Anastasia's attention. She narrowed her eyes watching Hayley, the young woman was always a bit too smart for her own and had picked up on Hayley's feelings for her father.

"Something bothering you dear niece?" Anastasia heard her uncle asked as she looked at the Original Hybrid and Klaus looked at his beloved niece.

"The wolf is interested in father....aunt Rebekah said she just had your child yet she seems to want father's affections."

"Yes, well your father was sweet to Hayley and you know your father. Always needing to save the woman."

"So mother tells me." Anastasia says seeing that her parents finally showed their faces, Elijah dressed in a dark suit that got Hayley's attention as she swallowed with how handsome he looked. Y/N was next to her husband dressed in a elegant long sleeved backless with her hair up and looking like perfection on Elijah's arm.

"It seems your father was a little too rough." Klaus said noticing how Y/N limpped a bit as Elijah noticed also peppering his wife with kisses getting a giggle from her.

"Father missed mother....please don't talk to me about this."

"Sorry my dear Anastasia." Klaus chuckled patting the young woman's back looking down at Elijah and Y/N seeing the two dancing as the night went on. Elijah stood by Rebekah talking to her and his niece, Rosalie who cling to his arm as if to hide herself from young men that was staring too long.

"Something wrong little Princess." Elijah asked gently running his fingers through her long blonde hair with Rebekah standing by.

"Just hate these things uncle....oh there is a wolf talking to aunty." Rosalie says quietly as Elijah looked over growling seeing a relatively handsome wolf talking to his wife as they danced. The wolf's hand was on Y/N's lower back as he smiled when Y/N laughed at the joke the wolf told her as Elijah narrowed his eyes growling.

"She and Henry are kinda cute together." Hayley says standing next to Elijah smiling at the Original but was taken back by the predatory glit in Elijah's eyes. As Hayley was unaware of just how much Elijah was possessive of his wife he was.

"Hayley, may I suggest you go save the wolf before Elijah tears his heart out." Rebekah says as Hayley looked at Elijah seeing the Original's eyes get darker when Henry pulled Y/N closer.

Hayley quickly got to Henry's side while keeping a note of letting Henry come with her to the Abattoir seeing that Y/N was charmed by the wolf. Elijah was quick to be by his wife kissing her deeply surprising her but melt against him.

"What was that for?"

"I just felt affectionate is all my Duchess." Elijah said nuzzling her neck as the night went on Elijah would share glares with Henry who just smirked at the vampire clearly ready to challenge the Original for his wife.

[angstea]

Is Today Important?

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Intruloceit

Summary: Logan doesn't know why his boyfriends are acting differently

TW: None

AN: I posted this on AO3 last year for Logan's birthday so-

The AO3 version isn't formatted very well and I have definitely developed as a writer since then but I thought I'd post anyway

Read on AO3

Logan switched off his alarm, rubbing his eyes. Go downstairs, grab his coffee and get to work, just like al-

Remus barged into his room and flopped onto his bed next to him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Hey LoLo!" He screeched, nuzzling his face into Logan's blonde curls.

Logan chuckled. "Hey ReRe. What's happening? You usually wait for me downstairs."

Remus tilted his head. "Do you really not know Logie?"

Logan sighed "I can assure you I don't."

"Don't you know what day it is?"

"Is today important?" The teacher was looking increasingly perplexed.

The duke huffed. "It's November 3rd, Logie!"

"And why is that important?"

Logan's door opened and Janus walked in, carring a tray with Crofters on toast and coffee. It wasn't anything fancy or particularly special but Logan loved consistency.

The snake man leaned down and planted a small kiss on Logan's forehead, earning a small flustered squeak from the smaller one.

"Happy birthday Starlight." Janus mumbled, holding one of his boyfriend's hands. Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you, sweetheart. But, I don't see why you're making this a bigger deal than it is."

Janus frowned, sitting next to Logan and wrapping an arm around his nerd. "Of course it's a big deal. It's your birthday!"

Logan sighed. "I suppose you're not going to relent on this?"

"Nope!" Remus affirmed, kissing all over Logan's face, making the teacher laugh softly.

"Re! Stoooop!" He tried to push Remus away.

"Okay, fine." Remus pouted, just resting his head on his smol boyfriend's shoulder. Janus gave the breakfast tray to Logan, giving his boyfriend a brief kiss on the lips. Logan smiled. Maybe he'd like his birthday more with his boyfriends here.

[spyroid101]

The sight was… jarring to Reala.

Every time he’d ever seen Jackle wounded, it’d completely heal itself within seconds, minutes at the slowest. Even something as drastic as Jackle accidentally tripping the lever of his own guillotine.

So why would some simple scratches to the face…?

“‘Mm holding them…” Jackle answered Reala’s unspoken question.

“Holding?”

“'Til I can figure…what I did wrong…” He mumbled, huddling even deeper into his mantle. “…NiNi… They… They did this on purpose…”

“'On purpose-’?!” Reala sputtered, before he could stop himself. “Of COURSE they did this on purpose! What, who would honestly think what they did was all some kind of acsi-?!”

…His rant died suddenly in its tracks at the look on his brother’s face…

“…You would.” Reala sighed softly under his breath. “Out of all of us, of course you would…”

“I saw they were starting to get unhappy… I tried to help. I really tried to make them happy again… but they left anyway…” The way Jackle’s voice quavered, defeated, it… it just felt wrong… “I really tried my hardest… Why couldn’t I help them, ReRe? What’d I do wrong…?”

Now Reala too found himself starting to shake. Not out of sorrow, like his brother.

But out of rage.

He sat down next to Jackle, slinging and arm over his shoulder and pulling him in close.

“Nothing. Not. A damn. Thing.” Reala hissed. “NiGHTS chose on their own to betray us.”

“But-”

“None of this is on you. Absolutely none of it.” Reala said, firmly. “If they’re so determined to selfishly abandon you, abandon US, then who needs them?!”

“We do-”

“We DON’T!” He tightened his grip on his brother’s shoulder. “…We don’t…”

A long, heavy moment of silence passed between them.

“…NiGHTS… isn’t coming back, are they…?” Jackle asked, quietly.

With the sudden dropping of the nickname, it felt like Jackle had just raised a pair of scissors against the last string that clung to normalcy they’d known all their lives.

“…No. They’re not.” Reala answered, being the hands to snap those scissors shut.

Jackle let out a long sigh, like it’d been a breath he’d been holding in ever since NiGHTS had left. And soon afterwords, the wounds on his face quickly began to knit themselves back together, until they disappeared completely, like every other flesh wound he had ever received before.

“…Still want company?” Reala asked, after another moment of silence. “Or do you need some time alone…?”

“Stay.” Jackle responded quickly, pressing themselves tighter against Reala’s side. “…Please…”

For once, Reala didn’t protest to his brother’s clingyness, or make any jabs about 'disowning him if he’d ever spoke of this to anyone’.

It… wouldn’t have felt right.

Not now.

“Of course.” Was simply all he said.

[aereres]

looooove being a delulu slut 🥴

[bananaofswifts]

“I’m on some new shit,” Taylor Swift sings in the opening lines of Folklore, announcing with a smile and a wink that the many Taylor Swifts of her previous seven albums — even the not-quite-year-old Taylor of Lover — can’t come to the phone right now. 

Swift has always conceived of herself, first and foremost, as a singer-songwriter. But she’s never presented herself to the world that way with quite so much clarity as on Folklore, the surprise LP that she spent the past four months recording with a who’s who of atmospheric indie rockers, including Aaron Dessner and Justin Vernon. The most surprising aspect of the album, though, is just how ultimately unsurprising it feels to hear Swift on her new shit, singing over fluttering High Violet trumpets, morose Dessner piano runs, and gently thundering 22, A Million programming glitches.

That’s because Swift has spent the past 15 years developing an internal world of melody and song structure so sui generis that her songs now belong more to her than to whatever sonic palette she’s working in at any given time. Take “Better Man,” the 2016 power ballad she wrote for country group Little Big Town, or “This is What You Came For,” the EDM hit she co-wrote for Rihanna that same year. Dressed up slightly differently, either song could have fit seamlessly on any of Swift’s last three albums — because at heart, neither of them is a country song or an EDM song, so much as they’re both Swift songs.

Swift could have chosen any number of directions for her latest step forward, but on Folklore she clearly relishes working in a realm that might be a little closer to the way she’s always heard her own songs in her head. “Just like a folk song/Our love will be passed on,” sings the woman named after James Taylor. Even if these songs don’t actually present as folk music in any strict musicological sense, it makes sense that Swift has chosen folk music as the broad aesthetic template for her deepest dive into writing third-person character sketches. “I found myself not only writing my own stories,” she said of her new album, “but also writing about or from the perspective of people i’ve never met.”

Like many who were melodramatic twenty-somethings in the late aughts, Swift has likely spent time with Bon Iver’s For Emma, Forever Ago, the album that redefined folk in the popular imagination a music of deeply felt cabin-in-the-woods seclusion. Faced, then, with an unfamiliar period of physical isolation under quarantine, Swift did what anyone in her position might: She called up Justin Vernon and started writing some sad songs. 

Swift’s ability to effortlessly try on new sounds and styles comes from her lifetime of devouring every record she could get her hands on. As with all of her albums, there are hints of her wide-ranging listening all over Folklore: the Dashboard Confessional singles she obsessed over as a teenager; the light Avril Lavigne and Colbie Caillat singer-songwriter pop that helped inspire her first two albums; the Death Cab for Cutie, MGMT, Band of Horses, Tunnel of Love-era Springsteen, and Flaming Lips tunes she expressed love for on the Speak Now tour; and yes, the various National and Justin Vernon-related songs she’s been putting on her own curated playlists since as early as 2017. (In 2018, Swift shouted out the National’s “Slow Show,” which features the band’s all-time most Swiftian couplet: “You know I dreamed about you/For 29 years before I saw you.”)

As such, Folklore doesn’t signal any sort of declarative pivot from the past, so much as it opens up a new world of future costumes that’d surely fit her just as well, from pop-punk (as others showed on ReRed, last year’s scrappy garage-rock remake of 2012’s Red), to the spectral Ingrid Michaelson indie-pop she always seems one step away from diving into headfirst, to the dobro-laced Patty Griffin roots record Swift seems bound to one day gravitate towards a decade or two down the line.

There’s no question what genre any of those records would ultimately belong to — her own. But part of the fun of watching her genre-hopping is in the way she enjoys playfully embodying the outward aesthetics of her latest collaborators. In the case of Folklore, she’s been referring to newfound musical buddies like Vernon in public since at least 2014, and you can hear her taking up the role of a record-collector nerd even as she commands her own sound. On the chorus to “Cardigan,” Swift tries on her best version of Matt Berninger’s wine-tipsy “This is The Last Time” mumble, singing the word “I” as “i-i-i-i.” “Your favorite song was playing/from the far side of the gym,” she sighs later, alluding to the National’s 2017 song “Dark Side of the Gym,” one of Swift’s favorite of their tunes. (Leave it to Taylor to write a line about the fact that she placed a certain song on an Apple Music playlist.) 

That line comes 14 songs into the album, on  the Dessner-produced “Betty,” a rootsy, harmonica-driven number that, on one hand, feels like one of the precious few purely acoustic tunes you might expect from an album with a title like Folklore. On the other hand, the melody of “Betty” feels like an amalgamation of Swift’s entire balladeering career: the tender, “Tim McGraw” loping verse phrasing, the folk-pop Fearless pop turn in the chorus, the gently ascendant Speak Now bridge. “I showed up at your party,” Swift sings in the song, addressing, in part, any skeptical genre gatekeepers wondering what she’s doing with her newfangled sounds. But Swift has the last laugh once again. She knows she’s been at the party, lurking over on the dark side of the gym, the whole time. 

[aereres]

I genuinely am no thoughts head empty rn but I can say that these are just my fave blogs with great Lando (and other drivers) stories (not necessarily only smut) that you should check out!

@thirstyandbeautiful @pitlanebaby @ladyperceval @turningxstrange @welld0nebaku @theringers @enchantestuff @yungbludz @landhoesnorris

recommend me some good smut about Lando pls xx

i haven’t had the chance to read any lando fics so far so i’m afraid i can’t help you but my bestie @aereres might have some recommendations for you <3

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #19: Points of Light

Prompt: where the heart is | Master Post | On AO3

MASSIVE SPOILERS for Patch 5.3: Reflections in Crystal. This bit further catalyzes a headcanon of mine regarding a pretty big revelation during that patch.

The tradition of Squad Stargazing was established back with FFXIV Write 2018, and you can read the previous iterations here and here!

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“I’m sorry, but that’s definitely a dick.”

“For fuck’s sake, Rereha.”

“Listen, if you want me to be more descriptive, I can tell you whose dick I think it is.”

Heron moaned in pain, covering her face with her hands. Alakhai started cackling, quiet and whispery. Synnove reached over Alakhai to whack Rereha with her pillow, but the lalafell quickly ducked into her bedroll with her own strident cackle to avoid being hit.

“You’re my little sister!” Heron said from behind her hands. “Stop putting those images in my head!”

The First was saved, Elidibus was defeated, and the Scions were returned home safe and sound at long last. So once the homecoming celebrations had tapered to an end, the Warriors of Light had loaded up their chocobos with supplies and vanished into Abalathia’s Spine for a handful of days. They had found a mountain meadow, set up camp, and for a short time, forgot about the worries of the world.

And at night, as they always did on these excursions, they watched the sky, making new shapes in clouds and stars alike as the whim hit them, until sleep finally took them.

They hadn’t done this since the time they had with Ardbert, before the assault on Eulmore. Unlike that time, or the all the myriad times before, this time they had set up their bedrolls right next to one another rather than spread out around the campfire, with Heron and Synnove on the outside and Rereha and Alakhai between them. But as Rere proved, some things never changed.

The quartet settled down again, idly gazing at the spangled heavens, Rereha humming something under her breath. A few more murmured observations were made—shocking no one, Synnove saw Amandina and Roksana in the shape of a passing cloud, and Alakhai decided a cluster of stars near the Bole was a spiked mace—before silence reigned once more. Sleep began to pull at more than one of them.

Finally: “Synnove,” Heron’s voice broke the silence, “do you still have that soul crystal?”

“Mmmzhat?” the Highlander muttered, rubbing at her eyes.

“Azem’s.”

“Yeah,” Synnove said, jaw cracking on a yawn.

“May I see it?”

“Mmm, second.” Synnove wiggled her arm out from under Tyr and flailed it on the ground beside her until her hand hit her pack. She hooked her fingers in the strap and pulled it closer, opening it and rummaging around without looking. After a few moments, she pulled out the orange crystal and tossed it to Heron. The Hellsguard’s hand shot up to catch it with ease, and she brought it down to examine it.

After a long, thoughtful pause, she said, “Where do you think Azem’s soul is?”

“Having a well-deserved vacation,” Rere said, with no hesitation.

Heron handed the crystal to Rereha, who turned it over in her hands slowly. “Somewhere tropical,” the lalafell added, “with good food and better booze and the best eye candy.”

“Rereha,” they all sighed.

“All right, so I’m projecting just a little bit,” she said as she handed the crystal to Alakhai.

The Xaela held the orange crystal up, turning it from side to side as she examined it. Somehow, despite facing downward, the sun sigil carved into it still glinted.

“But they certainly aren’t here,” Alakhai said.

Three sounds of murmured confirmation.

“Doesn’t feel right,” Synnove mumbled with another yawn, once more falling back asleep. “Holding the memory, it felt familiar, but it didn’t feel like it was me, or any of you.”

“Not any of us,” Heron agreed, “but…perhaps we knew them?”

“That feels better.”

Rereha settled herself so her hands were behind her head. “Hythlodaeus did say Azem would resolve matters themself with their comrades rather than refer back to the Convocation,” she said. “Proto-adventuring, sounds like.”

“Might explain some of Emet-Selch’s bitterness towards us,” Alakhai said as she pulled her blanket a little higher over her shoulders. “Bit of a possessive bastard.”

“Hard to acknowledge your friend can have other friends,” Heron murmured.

“We seem to manage just fine!”

“Not stewing in it for untold millennia probably helps, Rere.”

“…Fair.”

Silence settled anew, sleep dragging at all of them now. And then, just before she drifted off entirely, Rereha said, “S’nice, though. To think we’ve been through shit together before.”

“Aye,” said Heron, voice only a little slurred. “And who needs a perfect world, anyhow? Just have a couple of sisters at your side, and things’ll turn out just fine.”

Rereha, Alakhai, and Synnove all mumbled and sighed agreement. Some shifting into more comfortable positions, and sleep finally claimed the quartet, deep and dreamless, beneath a blanket of glittering stars.

[boomstyle]

Sonic Boom : Friend or Foe

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and settings of Sonic boom. Oh, watch out for OCs!

Truth Hurts But Heals

On the Next day

I was on my way to Meh Burger when I saw Shawn passing through the route close to Amy's house. Amy's house is as close as a zip across the beach. It's easy just go straight to the right and you'll see a lush garden with a practical stilt hut close to the shore of a clear lake. That's where Amy's house lies. Yup, he's going there. Now, I'm hiding close to the window. I just hope I don't get caught or else I'm doom.

Amy Rose's hut

(door knock)

"Coming", Amy Rose said.

When Amy open the door, she invited Shawn in. Amy, I hope you're more careful with him. He's dangerous.

"Shawn, come on in!"

Amy is really happy to see him but did she know anything about him. I guess not. What she knows is his vacant mask. I will unmask him but I have to be careful. If I get caught up in the process, there's nothing he could do to harm us or even the whole village.

"AMY(cries)", Shawn cried crocodile tears. What a fake guy he is?

"What happens, Shawn?", Amy asked.

"Amy, I am hopeless, very hopeless.", Shawn fooled her. Oh, he can fool the whole team or even the whole world but he can't fool Shadow and me. I'm glad Shadow shows some of his soft spot toward me despite the fact we're rivals.

"Sonic, he... kicked me out of his house and said that I'm worthless pal."

What? I never said that. Sure, I was jealous and suspicious of him over the course of months but this is just too far. That's it. I'm barging in. I don't care if I ever get caught as long as my team was safe.

"That's it, Shawn or should I say Zuko.", I give out a firm statement after I barged into Amy's house.

"Zuko. Wait for a second! Are you the former East Bender that Grand Master Heretic mentioned?", Amy asked.

"Yep I am.", Zuko said.

"OMG, I am so fan of you. Grand Master said, "You're awesome but you vanished." but why did you vanish from the martial art world?", Amy asked.

"It's a long story.", Shawn answered.

"yeah, a long story of the villainous scheme. HUH?", I retorted.

"Look, Sonic. Let me explain!", Shawn said.

"Explain what? That I am worthless. Yeah, whatever.", I retorted.

"Sonic, what's the matter with you? You're being offensive today.", Amy talked back.

"Oh yeah, I am. I am tired of this whole thing. It seemed that he mattered to you more than me, right?", I said.

"What? No, but...", Amy said.

"But I am mean to him, right? I kicked him off and said he's a worthless pal but I'll tell you one thing, Amy. He's not the guy you thought he was.", I recklessly explained the fact. Great! Now, I am toast.

"That's enough, Sonic. Today, your attitude is totally unacceptable. Let's go, Shawn!", Amy said.

Great! Now, he's taking Amy too. What am I going to do now?

"Brokenhearted?", Shadow suddenly appeared. That's shocking. I wonder since when Shadow started a conversation. Last time he only started combat with me or even the whole team.

"No. It's just that Amy is in danger. I'm worried about her. Shawn, con her.", I lied as I face him. Not exactly, just a half-truth.

"Uh Huuhh.", Shadow drone, raising his brow in a way that implied he doesn't believe me

"Fine, I am.", I grumbled after I murmured a little.

"It's just that I feel like Amy doesn't love me anymore. She might as well leave me for him or worse going back to her first crush. What a nightmare?"

"Hmph, just as I thought.", Shadow melancholy implied.

"What's the matter?", I asked. Geez, why he's so fried up now? Don't say that he's in love with Amy? There's no way Shadow is gonna be lovey-dovey toward her. He's just too cold-hearted, self-centered, and aggressive to actually be in a love relationship with someone.

"It's none of your business", Shadow blushed. OWW... He's blushing. No, I shouldn't tease him. He would be really furious. Just get to the business!

"So, Shadow. Are you fine right now?", I expressed my concern. Yesterday, he seemed to be perpetuated. I didn't want to stir a riot.

"Hmph, I'm always fine.", Shadow was being Shadow again. It's obvious he's not fine. I just hope he would just swallow his pride a bit.

"Yeah, sure. Shadow.", I said.

"Anyway, how do you know I am brokenhearted?"

"I'm a skilled surveillance. You won't even notice I am here in the first place.", Shadow implied.

So he's here the whole time I was spying on Shawn today. Wow, that's just creepy. Okay, Sonic. Now, the most important thing is finding what's Shawn has been up to.

"Okay, Shadow. See you around. I gotta see Amy and Shawn for a bit.", I said.

"Not so fast, Sonic.", Shadow said.

"What is it?", I said impatiently.

"Gotta go fast. Gotta reach and beat Shawn or else Amy would be in danger."

"Why are you so impatient, Sonic?", Shadow said slyly.

"Do you think you can beat Shawn?"

"Of course. I am Sonic The Hedgehog, the fastest being alive. Even Rere and Clara admired me.", I confidently boast myself.

"Pfft. You won't even stand a quill against him.", Shadow deem me pathetic

"How can a panther stand a chance against elemental bender?"

*flashback

*LOL*

Oh, so he insults me. Hm, nevermind! I don't want to cause a scene. Try asking how to approach them, that's more like it.

"Then what should we do?", I asked.

"We? More like you. I don't care about her.", He blushed in embarrassment and backed away.

"Ok, so what's your suggestion?", I asked.

"Follow me!", Shadow instructed while holding my hand.

(Teleported)

Meh Burger

"Wait, what?", I mumbled. How is this possible? I thought Shawn was just gonna kill her or anything. It turned out they're eating at Meh Burger with my other gangs.

"But...but"

"Humph...What do you expect? If Shawn devises a murder plan too early, his plan to dominate the world and destroy all organic life forms will fail.", Shadow revealed his intention blatantly. Wow, Since when did shadow care about saving the world. I suggest he care neither to save nor to destroy the world. No! He must have another reason why he wants to get rid of Shawn. Shawn must have manipulated, enslaved, or controlled him. Otherwise, Shadow wouldn't hunt Shawn. Remember, he's neither hero nor villain though that doesn't mean he's to be taken lightly.

"I see. He took us as bait to fulfill his wicked ambition.", I said.

"Wicked? Define what is wicked! Saving the world is not my concern, Sonic. I just didn't like the face of him. He manipulated me to the point I lose someone special.", Shadow explained. I know it. Shadow doesn't help me to save the world or probably even care to be an extra member of Team Sonic. He pursues Shawn out of a grudge for losing his special someone. It's unfortunate. I wish he will be more open to friendship. Who knows someday he might be my pal just like Tails someday?

"Until next time, Sonic.", Shadow part away.

"Sonic.", Shawn calls and waves his hand.

"Uh, Hi.", I greet and takes a seat at Meh Burger.

"Are you going to order something?", Shawn asked.

"Oh yeah", I said without hesitation. Nah, why should I grumble and mumble against him? If I want to save my friends a lot of trouble, I must keep a poker face in the meantime.

And yeah, I immediately take an order in a zip. Uhm..., I longed for a chili dog a lot.

"One chili dog with fries"

(Several minutes later)

"One chili dog with fries", Dave the Intern repeats.

"Ugh, chili dog is my faves.", I complimented.

"You should try some. It will", I advised Shawn and give him an intense stare.

"Oh yeah. I will", Shawn stares his eye down. At the same time, I look at Amy to start a conversation but she gave a sour look and turned her face back.

"Amy..."

"Hmph", Amy huffed and closed her arms as well.

"Uh, guys.", Tails called. Oh, Tails. You don't know what happen between Amy, Shawn, and me.

"What a great couple", Sticks said sarcastically. How? How do you know?

"No, we're not...", I tried to explain but something urgent happens.

Not again. The whole village is surrounded by robots. It must be from Roboken. Where is Team Cyborg? The duplicate of us? We need you guys.

Ok, this is gonna be interesting. Remember Sonic Boom episode, "Robot from the Sky part 1-4". Yeah, the story will be similar to that only that there will be 3rd person in the game of robot war. What do you think Shawn is up to?

Anyway, Shadow had a soft spot toward Sonic right now. I hope he will get along well with the whole team soon but right now, this is good. Unfortunately, Amy and Sonic's relationship worsen due to a misunderstanding.

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Pumpkins

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Title: Pumpkins

Prompt: baking

Warnings: Remus

Pairings: romantic Analogical, BROTHERS Creativitwins + Patton, familial LAMP + Remus

Words: 2,537

@sanderssidescelebrations​ Day two of spooky month! Oh, how the time flies! Anywho, here’s my attempt at baking:

Logan’s favorite snack came around exactly once a year. It was a delicacy that he hadn’t been introduced to until he was twenty and dating his then-boyfriend, now-husband. It was delicious and amazingly simple to make and for some reason, Logan just couldn’t do it.

The first step to the best treat ever was: getting out of the house. In the last few years, this tradition had been slightly altered for them. Now, instead of Virgil and Logan jumping in the car and heading down the road, it took a little more effort.

“Roman!” Virgil called. “Come on! We have to go pick out pumpkins!”

“But Daaaaaa-aaaaad,” Roman said, “I don’t waaaannaaaaaa.” Roman splayed himself out on the couch and flung his jacket across the room. He kicked his feet against the couch and threw his arms up. Logan focused on holding Patton and keeping Remus in his clothes and also not eating worms, trusting entirely that his husband had Roman handled. The twins could be a lot all at once, but if they could be kept apart for five minutes they tended to be significantly easier to get moving.

“Ro, c’mon. You love picking pumpkins. And we get to carve them once we come home.” Logan grabbed Remus and slung him over a shoulder. Remus began squealing and laughing wildly, trying to get away. Then Logan swung Patton up too. Patton squealed excitedly and grabbed onto Logan’s face. “Oh no!” Virgil exclaimed. “Prince Roman, your brothers are being kidnapped by the evil giant! You have to save them!” This, at long last, seemed to pique Roman’s interest. He jumped up from the couch, objections long forgotten, and cried, “Worry not, fair Princes! I’ll save you!” He chased them out of the house, little wooden sword at the ready. Logan went toward the car and dropped to his knees when he felt the sword smack into his thighs.

“Oh, no! Woe is me!” Logan put a hand to his forehead like a swooning maiden and let Remus scramble down. Patton toddled clumsily after him. Remus pulled him behind Roman, while Roman pointed his sword at Logan’s heart, a giant grin on his face.

“You’ve been bested, fiend! Admit defeat, and maybe I’ll spare you.”

“So sorry, little Prince,” Logan said. “I never should have challenged anyone as fearsome and amazing as you to battle. You are too good to beat.”

Roman appraised Logan with a serious look. He turned to Remus. “What say you, Prince Remus? Should we spare him?”

Remus shrugged. “Nah.” As one, they pounced on Logan and he collapsed backward. Patton shrieked from the ground a few feet away, clapping. They wrestled in the grass for a moment before Roman shoved his sword under Logan’s arm. Logan caught it there and wailed dramatically, “I’ve been defeated! I’ve been killed dead by the noble Princes! Their prowess knows no bounds!” Logan fell still, and Roman and Remus crowed over him for a minute. Logan made eye-contact with Virgil, leaning up against the porch railing, and smiled. Virgil was laughing behind his hand, and Logan could see the faint glint of the sun on his wedding band.

“Alright,” Virgil called once he’d calmed himself down. “Enough killing Papa, let’s get in the truck.” Roman pulled his sword back to ‘magically reanimate’ Logan, and Logan swept him up in a hug as Virgil caught hold of Remus. They strapped the three boys into their booster and car seats and then Logan slid into the passenger seat. Virgil pulled the truck out of the driveway and laced his fingers with Logan’s on the center console.

The drive to the pumpkin patch went as quickly as could be expected with two five year olds and a one year old in the back. Logan only had to tell Remus to stop kicking his seat twice and Roman not to behead Remus three times. Sometimes, Logan believed, it truly was a miracle they made it anywhere alive. Or on-time. (We could be killed! Or worse, late!)

As they all piled out of the car, Logan took a deep breath of the crisp, cold air in the pumpkin patch, savouring it. Virgil wrestled Roman into his jacket and Logan zipped up Remus’ so that he couldn’t shuck it off and run for it quite so quickly.

The goal, as Logan always reminded Virgil, was not to stop any attempt at escaping. It was to hinder their attempts to escape long enough that they could be caught before they got hurt.

The second step to the best treat ever was: picking out the pumpkins. This was never an easy feat. Logan wanted to find a perfectly round pumpkin, while Virgil preferred the most lopsided, oddly shaped one in the patch. Patton got a tiny pumpkin, but that had more to do with his tiny, adorable baby hands than any sort of preference. Roman liked the largest ones, and Remus also wanted the smallest ones he could find. This was partly because he wanted to eat them, partly because they were easiest to hide, and mostly because he could throw them at Roman with amazing accuracy.

If Remus ever decided to do a sport instead of terrorize his brother, he might have a fair chance at a career in baseball. Oh, well. One can dream.

Logan was lucky this year. He found the perfect pumpkin just a few rows back. It was of average size and spherical, and Logan immediately set it aside for himself. Then he went to Roman and followed him around the pumpkin patch, laughing and nodding as he grandly deemed each pumpkin too small or not orange enough and unworthy, until they finally got toward the back and found a behemoth of a fruit. It was more than half Roman’s height and might have weighed twenty pounds. Logan heaved it off the ground and carted it back to the front while Roman careened around him, only now allowing himself to admire the other, lesser pumpkins. Logan could see Remus jumping around in the bed of the truck. Virgil leaned against the side of the truck, smoking a cigarette and watching the sky. Patton was doing his best to eat a stuffed pumpkin near Virgil’s feet.

Logan waved as they got closer, and Roman took off without him. Virgil met Logan halfway and relieved him of the pumpkin.

“I got this,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss to Logan’s lips. “You go pay and with any luck we’ll be ready to go when your done.”

“As you wish, my love.” Logan set off for the employee and within ten minutes, they were back in the truck, this time with Logan driving and the boys preoccupied with their brand new pumpkins.

The third step to the best treat ever was: carving the pumpkins. This was, inarguably, the hardest part to do now that they had kids. Roman and Remus were five and therefore not old enough to use the pumpkin carving tools. They were also crazy, and therefore might never be trusted with such sharp, pointy objects. Patton was one, and while he was already the most responsible one of their kids, he also could not have a knife. For obvious reasons.

Virgil, who was quicker and a bit more observant than Logan, always helped Remus carve his pumpkin. Remus was far more likely than Roman to grab a knife and take off with it. He was also far more likely to take a bite of the pumpkin innards when nobody was looking, and wihle that wasn’t necessarily bad - in fact, they were healthy - it was absolutely disgusting and a giant mess. A mess that no one wanted to be cleaning up.

Logan carved Roman’s pumpkin, and Patton wasn’t quite old enough to understand how to do it yet. So he just sat on the floor and played with whatever small pumpkins rolled his way.

Once Roman finished his crown drawing on the pumpkin and passed it off to Logan for carving, Logan chose his favorite pumpkin carving knife and cut a circle out of the bottom. This was actually ideal, as it allowed the pumpkin to stay good longer and aided in retaining its structural integrity as long as possible. (Logan was an architect, sue him for enjoying the science behind the decorations.)

Then, Virgil and Logan gave the pumpkins back to the boys so they could rip out all the guts. Logan personally preferred to not do that (ew yucky, that is gunk) but their disaster twins loved it, so it all worked out perfectly in the end.

“Remus, please don’t eat the pumpkin guts,” Logan said. Remus had a handful of stringy, seedy pumpkin in one hand and a gleam in his eye that Logan knew meant trouble. Virgil, too, seemed to sense the impending mess, but against the pure chaos that was their middle child, there was nothing they could do. Remus shoved the slimy mess into is mouth, turned to Roman, and shouted, “I ‘m tuh ten’cle mun! Be ve’y ‘fraid!” and then jumped on him. Roman howled like a banshee as Remus’ pumpkin tentacles splattered Roman’s shirt, and then it was on.

“Rere!” Patton cheered from the sidelines, slobber-coated pumpkin in hand. “Rere!”

“At least they’re not trying to do this with knives like last year,” Virgil muttered.

“Small victories,” Logan sighed.

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed, “small victories.” But they were both smiling and there really was nowhere else Logan would rather be.

They kept a careful eye on all three of the boys as they carved the messily drawn shapes and then got some of the fake candles to light them. By the time it was all said and done, Remus’s face was mostly orange and Roman’s clothes would never look the same again. Even Patton had managed to partake in the Great Pumpkin Massacre, and was looking as happy as ever to be covered in slime.

“Here,” Virgil said, handing one candle to Remus. “You turn it on like this.” Remus flicked the little switch in the bottom. His eyes went wide as he looked at the little candle, and almost reverently he mumbled, “fire.”

“Should we be worried?” Logan asked, smiling slightly.

“No,” Virgil whispered back. “Far too cute to be a bad thing.” Logan snorted but nodded, and then they showed them where to set the little candles. Logan quickly set the pumpkins back together and Virgil clicked the lights off. The boys gasped as they beheld the five glowing pumpkins, each one beautiful and ghastly.

Logan’s was a traditional, grinning pumpkin, though Virgil had convinced him to add a necktie to the bottom. Logan thought that made it look reminiscent of Spongebob, but he didn’t particularly mind. Virgil’s was a scarier version of a traditional pumpkin face and it had little lightning bolts shooting off the sides. Roman’s was a princely crown with slim letters cut out of the bottom to spell his name. Remus’s was the same, except there were tangled tentacles coming off the crown and he had just left his initials on the bottom. Patton’s had his name within the outline of a heart.

Remus pulled his toward him and lifted it above his head. “Mine is the best!” he shouted. “I’m going to put it outside.” He lurched for the door and Roman was on his heels.

“I’m going to take care of that,” Logan said, pointing after their sons.

“Okay,” Virgil replied. “If you can get them cleaned up, I’ll probably be able to get the pumpkin seeds done tonight.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” Logan leaned in for a quick kiss and then scooped up Patton and another one of the pumpkins and carried on to the front porch.

The fourth and final step to the best treat ever was: preparing the seeds. That was what Virgil did while Logan handled the boys. They set the pumpkins out of the porch as Virgil carefully pulled the seeds out of the stringy remnants of the pumpkins. Logan took pictures of each boy and their pumpkins as Virgil salted the seeds. Logan brought the boys in and gave them all baths and clean clothes while Virgil put the seeds in the oven so they’d roast.

Remus was finally beginning to slow down once it was his turn for a bath. He didn’t even splash Logan once and seemed content enough to just be cleaned. He pulled the stringy bits in his hair out and watched them float around in the water while Logan wiped all of the slime off. Patton was also getting tired, and he yawned when Logan put him in the warm water. He was asleep before he was done. Roman, on the other hand, was the hardest to persuade into the bath. His hair was spiked up with pumpkin and his clothes and skin were stained orange, but he hated, more than anything else, the water.

“Ro, you have to take a bath. If you go to sleep like that, you’re going to be sticky when you wake up tomorrow.”

“Maybe I want to be sticky,” Roman said, arms crossed and pouting.

“Well, don’t you want to wear your new pj’s? They’ll be ruined if you put them on with all this gunk everywhere.” Logan ran a hand over Roman’s hair. It came away sticky. They both wrinkled their noses at it, but Roman still didn’t seem convinced. Logan sighed, but then cast a conspiratorially look over his shoulder, intriguing Roman. He pulled him closer and whispered, “Daddy’s going to have the pumpkin seeds all ready when you get out of the bath. But,” he added at Roman’s elated look, “you can only have them if you’re clean when they’re done. Bath first. Deal?”

“Deal,” Roman said, now determined. Logan smiled at him.

“Good boy.” He got Roman into the bath with little fuss after that, though he did pay for the bath with his own sopping wet clothes by the time it was done.

Logan brought the twins back into the kitchen a quarter after nine, exhausted and excited. Patton was sleeping in his room and Virgil had already divvied up the seeds into little bowls. Remus and Roman sat at the table and ate them quietly while Logan went to the kitchen counter next to his husband.

“Fun day,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” Virgil yawned. “I’m just about ready for it to be over, though. Carving pumpkins really takes it out of ya.” He smiled and Logan couldn’t resist getting a kiss from him. “You’ve been pretty affectionate today,” Virgil noted. “Any reason, or just a thing?”

“It’s just been a pretty perfect day, if such a thing could exist.”

“I think it can,” Virgil mumbled, head leaning against Logan’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Logan said, “I think so too.” With one hand Logan pulled his own bowl of seeds toward him and with the other laced his fingers with Virgil’s.

And, well, if you wanted to be technical, the last last step to the best treat ever was to eat them, but that didn’t really need to be said. It was, after all, simple common sense to treasure the things you loved.

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

Can You please do a fanfic where Remy is sick with a bad flu or cold but still wants to go out and is determined to do so Patton has try to handle a whiney clingy baby that is Remy? 

It took me too long, but HERE IT IS, precious, patient Anon. Thank you for your patience. As per usual, I doubt it’s what you imagined, but. C’est la vie.

Warnings for Brief Remus mentions VERY BRIEF Deceit mention

• • • •

A single knock immediately followed by a bellowing, “Helloooooooooooooo, Sides!” shocked Patton from his quiet evening of binging Parks and Recreation on the couch.

“Well, you’re early today!” Patton smiled and stood to greet the embodiment of sleep as he burst into the MindScape, sipping from the reusable Starbucks cup Roman had conjured for him.

“Yeah, planning a big night.” Remy took a large gulp from his drink before continuing. “First I’m gonna go bug Little Wernicke to get him to tell me about language stuff.” Remy took another sip. “Then, I gotta go visit Ol’ Ponyo (he hates when I call him that) to get Logan’s whole ‘sleep schedule’ thing sorted, and then I’m-”

“Hey, Remy, are you okay? You sound like you ran here.”

Remy cut off his current sip and replied, “Whaddyou mean? I’m fine! Just excited for tonight is all.”

“Are you sure? You sound breathless-”

“So anyway, I showed up because I have nooooo idea when I’ll be back, and I didn’t want you sending the snake or freaky Rere to hunt me down for bed time.” Remy took another sip.

“We never sent them-”

“Well, relay the message anyway. Keep. Away.” Remy took multiple sips from the cup as he turned from Patton. “Tata, Papa-”

“Wait! Don’t I get a hug?” Patton reached out beckoningly and wiggled his eyebrows.

[[MORE]]

“Uh, sure, I guess? Anything for you, Peachy Pat.” Remy crossed to Patton and lightly wrapped his arms around the Moral Side who squeezed him in return before swiftly leaning up to kiss his forehead.

“Oooo you’re hot!”

“Well, I know, but I definitely didn’t expect-”

“No, literally, Remy; you’re sweating.”

Genuine confusion overtook Remy’s features. “But I’m freezing-”

“Have you looked in a mirror recently?”

Remy gawked.

“No, not like that. Wow. I’m sorry. You’re just very, very rosy cheeked, Remy, and not in a cute way.”

Remy gaped indignantly. “I am always cute-”

“Remy, are you sick?”

“No, of course not!”

“Remy.”

“Seriously, I’m Sleep. How could I get sick?”

“Look, I don’t know the fancy details of it, but I know Lo, Ro, and Vee have been sick before from like...working too hard, so I’m sure you could get sick, too!”

“That’s ridiculous! I’m not like the rest of you!”

“Remy. You’re sick.” Patton slipped around Remy to shut and seal the MindScape door. “You need to rest and get better. Stay in for a night.”

“Patton. I’m fine.” Remy bit out.

“Then why are you drinking so much? Thirsty? Or is your throat not doing so well?”

Remy swallowed thickly and pulled the straw from his lips. “I just...you know I love coffee.”

“You don’t smell like coffee. I don’t see anything dark coming up that straw. That’s pure water. You know you’re sick, Rem; please, just stay here!”

“I told you, Pat; I have plans tonight! Important ones to help our Resident Brain, too!”

“Cancel them. Logan will understand.”

“Patton. I’m going, and you can’t make me stay here.”

“Oh, you wanna bet?”

Remy had never seen such a dark, nearly wicked look overtake Patton’s features, but he had no time to process before the other was coming at him.

•••••••••••

Strangely enough, finding Patton forcibly wrapping Remy in a blanket wasn’t the oddest thing Logan, Roman, and Virgil had ever come across. They stared for a moment in a mixture of confusion, amusement, and concern from their various positions on the stairs, having been coaxed out of their respective rooms by Remy’s shouts of protest.

“Uh, Patton?” Virgil called from his spot on the topmost step, brow quirked and a frown on his lips. “What are you doing?”

“Why are you preparing a Remy Blanket Burrito, Padre?” Roman chimed in from the bottommost step.

“Guys!” Remy gasped dramatically, now fully wrapped and perched on the couch. “Thank GOODness you’re here! Save me from this MAD man!!”

“Oh, Rem, you’re fine.” Patton scoffed lightly as he pushed himself off of the embodiment of sleep, clapping his hands together in a satisfied fashion before giving Remy a light pat on what was probably his leg. “Well, actually, you’re not fine, and that’s why I had to get you all nice and swaddled up!”

“What is the matter with Remy?” Logan asked abruptly, eying Sleep carefully.

“Nothing!!!” Remy screeched indignantly; if he could, he’d likely cross his arms and slouch in pouting protest. “I’m perfectly fine, but your father figure over here has decided that I’m sick.”

“You ARE sick, Remy!” Patton cut in. “You have a fever!”

“That’s ridiculous! I’m Sleep; not human!”

“But you’re part of one!” Patton retorted while retreating toward the kitchen. “And you need to get better! I’ll be right back!”

“Is Thomas sick?” Virgil piped up in a tenser tone.

“Not that I am aware of.” Logan reassured him. “But I believe as we can experience illness due to burnout, Sleep could conceivably experience the same if Thomas is not resting adequately.”

“I definitely wouldn’t say he’s been chummy with the Sandman as of late.” Roman muttered, rubbing at his own eyes.

“I’m not sick! I can’t get sick! Thomas has adjusted to his...unique sleeping habits, and so have I!” Remy���s voice faded into a rasp at the end of his terse tirade, drawing looks from the three Sides.

“You sound rough, Rem.” Virgil gave him a soft, sad smile. “Please give it a rest and let Patton take care of you. Give me one less thing to worry about for once.”

Remy sighed loudly and threw his head to the side. “Fine. Only for you, my nightly nuisance. You keep me busy, but I’ll give you a break.” Remy huffed, side-eying Virgil.

“Promise?”

“Oh my god, are we five?” Remy’s eye roll and Virgil’s intense stare created a tangible tension, neither speaking as one finally cracked under the other. “FINE. Yes. Yes, yes, I can promise to let myself be sick and taken care of and whatever other junk.”

“Good.” Virgil turned back toward his room.

“What? You’re not going to keep me company?”

“Nah, man. Snarky you I can do, but this whiny version of you gets my heart feeling uncomfortable.” Virgil pats over his heart before climbing the stairs.

“But you don’t really have a-”

“Please take care of yourself.” Logan interrupted. “We need you in peak state to get Thomas where he needs to be. Especially since you finally agreed to the sleep schedule.” Logan leveled Remy with a look before following Virgil’s path.

Roman crossed to the couch and put his hands on his knees. “Do you need anything? I can conjure up whatever you want that isn’t coffee or anything else to keep you awake.” Roman laughed at Remy’s groan. “You need sleep, Sleep! So, again: need anything?”

“Not from you, traitor.” Remy snarked with no real malice; he winked before finally submitting and wilting into his blanket with a weak smile. “Actually, if you could help me out of this blanket bind and into some PJs, that would be great.”

“Absolutely.” Roman began untangling the enormous blanket and laughed softly. “Patton does go overboard, but only because he cares. He’s good at what he does, especially the father role, so let him love on you for a bit.” Roman whooped and grinned in victory as he freed Remy from his cocoon; the prince reached out and pulled his friend to his feet, snapping his fingers to trade Sleep’s typical leather jacket for a lightweight white pajama shirt and black pajama pants with sleeping moons.

“Appropriate.” Remy chuckled and collapsed back on the couch, provoking a cocked brow from Roman.

“Need anything else?”

“That’s it for now.”

Roman gave him a look.

“I’ll be fine. I’m sure PattonCake can handle anything I can come up with, but I’ll let you know.”

“Very well. Rest well, my friend. I will see you in sickness and in health!” Roman sunk out just as Remy coughed out, “uh, I do?”

Remy sat in the sudden silence for a moment, just breathing and taking in how he really felt. He’d spent most of the day avoiding Roman’s freaky brother and his endless stream of whacked out sleep deprivation experiments and disturbing dreams, as he had been for a little while now, and honestly it was becoming exhausting. Tragic was the day for him that the other half of Creativity was set free.

“Here we go!” Patton breezed into the room with a tray which he sat on the coffee table in front of Remy, who’d rearranged the blanket in a less restrictive fashion. “Cute jammies! Roman?”

Remy nodded as he eyed the food on the tray. “Tea? Soup? Pat, I’m serious; you know we’re not actually human, right?”

“So? Nothing wrong with some herbs and homemade soup for any type of being! It’s good for the soul!”

“Which, again, we technically don’t have.”

Patton ignored Remy in favor of settling in beside him on the couch. “So, what do you feel like watching?”

“I don’t really care. Whatever you were watching is probably fine. Parks and Rec for the 18th time, I assume.”

Patron shrugged happily and pulled up their favorite streaming service.

“My god. And you guys wonder why I go to the hippocampus for my entertainment.” Remy mumbled and settled in to the couch, slouching into himself a bit. “Way funnier stuff in there, especially from the teen years.”

“Ooooo any baby Thomas stuff in there? I’d love to see that.”

“Well, apparently the memory parts of the brain didn’t really figure out how to communicate properly until Thomas was at least 4 or 5, so Small Tom Tom is a yes, but Tiny Tom Tom is a no.”

“Aw, man. That’d be cute, too, though! Maybe I should go with you some time!”

“Mmm maybe.” Remy assented as he settled in to the couch; the familiar theme song played, and Patton stretched before settling in himself.

“Doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo.” Patton sang along, waving a finger as the theme came to an end, and Remy chuckled lightly.

“You know the whole theme song? Even though it doesn’t even have words?”

“Sure. It’s pretty simple, especially when you’ve heard it hundreds of times.”

Remy just laughed again in response. After a few minutes, he eyed the tea and soup, eyes turning down at realizing Patton’s efforts for him, and he leaned over to pull the tray into his lap. He just caught Patton glancing at him with a small smile before he quickly turned back to the TV to give Remy some privacy while he ate. Remy’s own lips turned up as he brought the tea cup to his lips, his eyes widening at the taste; it was actually delicious. He’d never been a fan of tea that wasn’t green or the occasional black of the proper variety, but Patton somehow knew how to get the right taste for him. Roman was right; he was good at this. Remy scooped up some of the soup and couldn’t contain a small whine of relief as it soothed his aching throat the way his water hadn’t been able to.

Before long, Remy polished off everything Patton gave him, and he settled back with a contented sigh, his eyes drooping heavily.

“Good?” Patton murmured quietly so as not to startle Remy from his sleepy stupor.

“Great.” Remy mumbled with another sigh and hugged the blanket around himself tightly.

“Hey, Rem?” Patton whispered.

“Mmm?”

“You wanna snuggle?”

“Um who do I look like, Logan? Absolutely.”

“Well, I mean, you do...”

“Oh my god, Father of the Sides, cuddle me already.” Remy grumbled and thrashed out of the blankets to throw his arms around Patton’s middle, his head on Patton’s upper chest.

Patton just chuckled in return and pulled Remy in close, gently running his hands through Remy’s sweaty, slightly tangled hair.

Patton’s hold suddenly loosened, and Remy let out a discontented grunt. “Hold on. I gotta get something.”

“Noooooooooooo,” Remy moaned pitifully when Patton extracted him from his embrace; Sleep flopped down bonelessly as Patton stood and went into the kitchen. The Moral Side quickly returned with Remy’s cup filled with water and a damp washcloth.

“You’re still all sweaty and feverish even though you’re shivering.” Patton sat down and gently laid the cold cloth on the back of Remy’s neck, leaving his hand there to keep it in place. “I’m gonna help your body with getting your fever to chill out, okay?

“Bad pun.” Remy muttered and pulled Patton toward him; Remy let his head loll and fall to rest on Patton’s shoulder, the full body exhaustion finally kicking in now that he was settled and full. “...thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry I was such a pain in the ass.” Remy breathed in Patton’s ear before moving to lay in Patton’s lap.

“Too tired to sit up?”

Remy nodded mutely in response, his eyes closed, and Patton rubbed Remy’s back under his shirt, his hands warm and providing a slight reprieve from the chills Remy couldn’t shake.

“You sure...I have a fever?” Remy mumbled sluggishly as he rolled over to get more comfortable, his nose now touching Patton’s stomach and his arms wrapped around the other’s torso.

“Pretty darn, but chills with a fever aren’t uncommon with something like this.” Patton kept his voice even and soothing as he explained, “Lo, Ro, and Vee all experienced symptoms like this when they were burnt out. That’s all this is. You’ve just worked yourself too hard, like a computer that hasn’t been turned off in too long.”

Remy hummed in acknowledgement of Patton’s speech, the other unaware if the sleepy being even heard what he said; Remy’s breathing, though raspy, was becoming heavy and even.

Patton turned on the subtitles and turned down the volume on the TV; he ran his hand over Remy’s back in time with his slower breathing, hoping to help lull him all the way to sleep.

Patton’s gaze snapped up when he heard voices and saw movement on the stairs; Virgil and Roman froze midway down, staring first at Patton and then at Remy before silencing themselves and tiptoeing the rest of the way down. They slipped in and out of the kitchen quickly enough, Roman conjuring a whiteboard to ask Patton if he needed anything before they retreated for the rest of the night.

Patton shook his head with a small smile and a mouthed “thank you” as the pair nodded and headed for the stairs.

Virgil flashed him a thumbs up and mouthed an exaggerated, “no, thank YOU” with a point at Remy and slunk up the stairs after Roman, the latter blowing kisses from his perch before vanishing as well.

Patton shook his head, trying in vain to hold back laughter at his boys’ antics. Remy shifted in his lap, groaning unhappily as he tried to settle back in to comfort; he hugged Patton closer, like a child to his teddy, and sighed one last time in contentment before fully slipping off to sleep.

Patton kept on hand on Remy’s neck and the other on his back, keeping Sleep in safety and comfort until he awoke hours later, every bit as sassy yet clingy as he had been, though the hints of gratitude were far more obvious than before.

[re-side-this]

FamILY Curse Part 1

Word Count: 1,108

Note: This takes place Pre-Accepting Anxiety but all the current characters in Sanders Sides will be there sooner or later.

Warnings: Cursing, De-aging, Dragon Witch, Remus in general, jumping third perspectives

Relations: platonic!Dukexiety, Creativitwins

Summary: When dealing with anger one usually forgets the dangers in Imagination, triggering a series of curses Anxiety and Roman now have to break the first curse in order to free the others. The only problem is, the first side cursed was the one Roman didn't want any of them to meet yet: Remus.

Intrusive Child

Remus knew it was dangerous to be in the Imagination Realm when both brothers were angry at the other. Thoughts are dangerous since they can be fleeting, one second you're thinking of what to eat the next you're thinking of characters from a story that you think are going to die.

"Mister Royal Pain in the Ass can believe all he wants in his fairytales, just wait Roman, we are after all Creativity. We represent ALL of Thomas's dreams, he isn't so innoce— ah great you."

Standing in front of him looking amused stood one of Roman's creation, though the fanciful side assumes this one was Remus's creation it was actually Roman's: The Dragon Witch.

"Trouble in paradise, your grace?"

Remus glared at the purple skinned woman. "Go suck a dick, I don't need your sarcasm right now."

"Listen here bastard, I'm trying to help, you don't need to bite my head off when you're vexed at Prince Roman." The glaring contest between the two started to make the Imagination Realm darker, storm clouds forming a vortex around the two.

"What's!—What are you doing?" A flash of fear ran through Remus's spine as the Dragon Witch's eyes glowed a eerie orange.

"Well here's something to help you get back your precious family back. Let's see how far they will go when you are defenseless, child."

With that a beam of orange light shoot out of the Witch's hand hitting Remus just above his heart. A hot wave of pain coursed through Remus as the witch disappeared in a flash of white, storm clouds disappearing making it seem like if nothing had happened.

"Fuck! I need to get out of here." Glaring at the spot where the curse he now has, had happened he started to think of his options: Go to Anxiety, who at the moment was with the Light Sides or go to Deciet, who even though was in the Dark Side was farther away then the Imagination Realm.

Another wave of heat ran through him, Anxiety it is then.

I need to hurry, I need to hurry, I need to DAMN IT!

As Remus was stumbling towards his fellow dark side he could hear the now core four discussing Thomas's change in life.

"Really? I find that hard to believe." Anxiety spoke just as Remus was close to slumping to the ground. "You wonder why all these changes are throwing you off? It's the lessening of steady constants in your life."

Remus scuffed, he didn't need to know this shit. It was already pretty obvious to him, Anxiety was just pointing it to their oblivious host.

"Oh my goodness! That's right Thomas, and you are a Taurus!" What does a zodiac matter in this, puffball especially when I feel like I'm dying!

"When you're in these new settings and situations, you know something is off."

Remus finally crumbled to the ground, gasping desperately for air. "Anx—Anxiety."

"What is?" Logan spoke looking a bit peeved.

"Something."

"Anxiety, please!" Remus finally whimpered out, finally getting his attention. Anxiety froze, not yet seeing the Intrusive Creativity but knowing something was wrong.

"You can't even give an example?"

"Something is off." Anxiety breathe out, eyes scanning around him trying to find what was making him uneasy.

Thomas groaned in frustration, though now Roman was staring at Anxiety as he searched. "I hate it when you're just vague!"

Patton started to panic just as Anxiety found Remus, pale and feverish, clutching his midsection as he mouthed the words 'help me' over and over again.

"Ahh! Anxiety—" "Remus."

The other four froze, all for different reasons, as Anxiety turned around and popped out of the staircase and into the Mind Palace. Anxiety was shaking as he wrapped his arms around Remus.

"What in the world happened? Are you okay? Who hurt you? Why did you—" a shiver from Remus made him freeze. "It hurts, everything is so cold."

Anxiety once again froze as he contemplated on his next move, before taking of his jacket and draping it around the green Side. "I got you ReRe, don't worry."

Back in the Common Area, Thomas, Patton and Logan were confused. "Is that Anxiety's name? Remus?"

Roman was still frozen, staring at the space Anxiety once stood, why did he say his brother's name? What's going on?

"Thomas, may I suggest summoning Anxiety, er Remus. . .? Is that his actual name? We didn't get any clarification, just Remus." Logan glanced at Roman, then back at Anxiety's placement. Did the fanciful side know what was going on?

"Remus, how many fingers am I holding?" Anxiety spoke softly, holding said side closer to his chest. Remus significantly relaxed with the heat radiating from Anxiety and the extra warmth from the jacket. A mumble response was all that Anxiety got back before he stared at Remus in horror as he started to shrink.

"No, nope, nope this not happening!" Anxiety whispered to himself as Remus started to look younger, fitting into his wrapped arms easier.

A child that looked around three to four years old was now in the place Remus once was. A tired yawn came out of Remus as he snuggled closer to Anxiety, his heartbeat becoming a sweet lullaby to the now young side. You have GOT to be kidding me!

"No!" Roman screamed as the others' suggestion. "Don't summon Remus!"

The others stared at Roman in surprise. "Roman, I know you don't really have a liking to Anxi— Remus, dang I have to get used to that, but he is needed to help Thomas, kiddo."

"Anxiety is not Remus, you know what I'll just summon Surly Temple, we don't need to start fighting on this."

Anxiety looked down at the now sleeping child on his chest, wrapping his hoodie around the both of them as he fixed his hold to make sure that Remus didn't fall.

"Well this sure isn't how I wanted things to go today. You always did love causing chaos, but I know this isn't your form of chaos."

Anxiety felt the pull of being summoned but ignored it as Remus mumble soothing in his sleep. "What was that ReRe?"

"Mommy's warm."

Wait. What. Anxiety felt the pull of summon tug harder at him. Well, might as well start this train wreck.

Roman raised his arm in an upward motion. "Anxiety! Please I beg you don't bring Remus here!"

Anxiety popped back to his spot holding his jacket in his arms, eyes closed as he started to hum and bounce the bundle lightly in a soothing manner. "I can't leave to deal with an issue for one minute, can I?