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Sanders Sides: College AU - Part 6

“Did you not enjoy meeting me?” Patton tries to ignore the sweat on their skin as though these simple questions are an interrogation. “I did enjoy meeting you, J! You’re fun to talk to.”

Patton continues to be tangled in the coils of Janus's not-well-thought-out revenge plans. Virgil is struggling over the changes his partner is exhibiting. Remus and Roman decide some things matter more than drama from high school.

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[CW: manipulation, drug mentions, character experiencing psychosis, mentions of panic attacks, alcohol mentions, discussion of holiday related trauma, abusive father mention, abusive mother mention, codependent familial relationship]

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The charms on Patton’s phone clack against each other as they walk down the street, glancing hurriedly around for a particular park bench between a bakery café and a bar. They glance at the texts from their new friend J one more time, scrolling up slightly through several days of messages just to check they have everything right. It’s midday on a weekend, and Patton may or may not have had to tell a small fib to get time away from the others; nothing terrible, they just told them they had some shopping to do.

They clutch their phone at their chest, nervously glancing up at a bakery with the correct name. They look around the sidewalk as they come up to it, landing on a bench right outside. The green painted wood stands out cheerily in an area of town where most color comes from neon signs promising your wildest of parties. It’s empty, however, and they hum to themselves and sit down, smoothing out their overall-dress with a heavy sigh.

Pat: Hey J! I’m here, where are u?

They fire off a confused text, rubbing their forehead and adjusting their glasses. The bakery wafts warm smells out at them that nearly, almost, cover the reek of the bars all around it. It’s a quiet little spot that seems so out of place… It’s kind of cute, with a wood cabin façade on the front of the brick building and rows of pastries in the window.

🍏❤: Look up

Patton rereads her message twice, glancing up and blinking rapidly around. From the glass door of the café, they finally see her, waving them inside with a glimmering smile and black gloved hands. Patton sighs in relief and enters the store, face to face with her.

“Hi J! I thought you might have bailed on hanging out for a moment.”

“Oh, Pat, please. I would never turn down an opportunity with you.”

Patton giggles slightly. “You say that like we’ve been friends for years instead of this being our third time even meeting up!”

J shrugs at them, a wry grin crossing the corners of her lips. She gestures around at the incredibly cozy looking bakery with armchairs and coffee tables instead of restaurant tables. “Is this more your thing than the bars we tried last time?”

“Oh!” Patton touches their chest, appreciating being thought of like that. “Um, yes, this is nicer and calmer. Those bars were a lot for me. So was being drunk.”

J smirks. “Yes, I could gather that considering you almost threw up in the bathroom.”

“Hey, don’t kick someone when they’re down, J!” Patton jokes, patting at her arm repeatedly. Looking over at the counter and the menu above it, Patton sees pastries, several coffees, and a whole separate menu of hot chocolates. “I guess it is getting close to the holidays,” they murmur as the two of them approach. Janus glances at them, but just proceeds with ordering a mint cocoa. Patton ends up settling on a Mexican style hot cocoa, which has never let them down in deliciousness before.

As they both sit down, Janus leans her chin on her hands. “So, what is it about the holidays that made you look like a shellshocked war vet all of a sudden?”

“Oh!” Patton tries to wipe anything but a smile off of their face. “I’m sorry, you don’t need to worry about it!”

“Hm, who said I was worried. Curious would perhaps be a more accurate word. Don’t you enjoy them? Sitting down with those you love and pretending, for just a moment in time, that all is well…” Janus trails off in thought, eyes closing.

“I think it’s all that pretending that I don’t like about it, actually. I had to pretend everything was just fine one too many times on Christmas day.”

“Oh?”

Patton flinches at their own revealing words. The distant image of their dad’s used needles on the coffee table alongside wrapping paper rotates in their mind, a thought they can’t banish. They knock their knuckles on the wooden armrests three times, taking a breath and holding it for a moment. The image moves on. “Yeah, the holidays weren’t… the best of times, growing up. Well, nothing was really the best of times back then.”

J says nothing for a moment, before realizing Patton has stopped. “Leaving me on a cliffhanger, Pat?”

“I don’t really like talking about it-“

The conversation is cut off by the appearance of a barista who sets their drinks in front of them with a wave. Patton picks up the red mug they were given, blowing on the steam and floating around a lone cinnamon stick inside of it. Decidedly not making eye contact. J stares at them, resting her gloved hands over the warm mug and drinking in the heat on her cold limbs. She massages her throat, deciding on a tone of voice to use. Concern? Guilt tripping? Passive aggressive? ‘Genuine’ kindness?

“You don’t have to tell me everything,” she says, settling on a compassionate, slightly upset tone. “But I just want to help, in any area I can.”

Patton shifts in their chair, and meets her eyes again with a tired sigh. “No, it’s okay, I know you just… just want to help. I don’t like talking about my childhood a lot of the time.” Janus nods, preparing to catalogue information for later. “It wasn’t a good one. My dad wasn’t a good guy, honestly, but- but he was very good at pretending to be. Went to church every Sunday, did substances in his free time, you know, typical hypocritical religious man.” Patton laughs uncomfortably, and Janus tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. Patton sips their still scalding cocoa, trying to hide or divert somehow. “A-anyways, he’s gone now. I don’t talk to my mom either, so… yeah.”

“Seems like you have a storied past, Pat. Does your… boyfriend take good care of you, at least? Did you take him out somewhere like I suggested?”

“Oh, he does take good care of me, yes! We both help each other with our mental health a lot.” Patton rubs their hand over the side of the mug anxiously. “I tried taking him somewhere during school hours as a surprise like you said might work, but I don’t know, I think it just upset him. There’s been some personal drama in our friend group.”

“Oh, has there?” she says. Janus represses the urge to be pleased with herself, because Patton seems upset in a way that even she doesn’t feel comfortable toying with.

“Yeah… Our housemate’s brother had to be kicked out.”

“Really?” she says, faux shocked. “And what caused that?”

“He was… involved with drugs,” Patton whispers. “And it was really- It- It could have put my friends in danger. We were being harassed by his dealers.”

“Was he not your friend as well?”

“Not… not in a real, genuine way. We would argue more than actually enjoy being around each other. We had very different ideas about right and wrong.”

“And what are your ideas on right and wrong, Pat?”

Patton chuffs out a light laugh. “Well, the main point of contention we argued on was that drugs are absolutely never a good thing, especially if other people are involved too.”

“Right, and that’s why you were out drinking alone when we met.”

Patton tenses up and hides in another sip of too-hot cocoa. “That was my first time ever- I do not go out. Not, at least, before we met.”

“Did you not enjoy meeting me?”

Patton tries to ignore the sweat on their skin as though these simple questions are an interrogation. “I did enjoy meeting you, J! You’re fun to talk to.”

“Well, at least I have that going for me. God forbid I secretly be a drug dealer or something, could you imagine?”

“You’re… not, are you?”

Janus’s smile falls dramatically into a near cartoonish disappointed frown, and she raises an eyebrow at them. “I was joking, no, I don’t do any substances but booze.”

“Okay, good, ha,” Patton relaxes a slight bit, breathing out a low breath. “How about you, J? I revealed some childhood of mine – how was yours?”

“Definitely just as bad as yours, sweetie.” It’s Janus’s turn to awkwardly sip at her mug, feeling small all of a sudden, as though the entire world is watching her rather than the single, spectacled gaze of her new 'bestie.' Patton stares at her curiously until the silence is making her uncomfortable. “I haven’t talked to either of my parents since I was 15 if that tells you anything.”

“Why’s that?”

Janus sighs through her nose, eyes closing tiredly for a moment as she picks her words carefully. “I got kicked out to put it simply. My parents were very traditional, only second-generation immigrants with a whole lot of strong ideals and desires about my future. They didn’t take kindly to having a trans kid, to say the least.” Patton nods, eyebrows creased sympathetically, encouraging her to keep going. “I made it on my own from there. Now, here I am. Voila.”

“That was a lot of words to tell me almost nothing at all, J,” Patton teases her lightly.

“I don’t prefer divulging so much information when I’ve met someone all of three times.”

Patton shrugs, humming. “That’s fair, I won’t pry! I don’t have a crowbar anyways.”

Janus chuckles, rolling her eyes just slightly. “Ugh, wordplay. Anyways. How is your drink?”

“Oh, it’s very nice! Hot cocoa never misses though, so it’s to be expected,” Patton smiles across at her. Janus hums, drinking deep from her mug, letting the warm feeling replace her pain just for a moment. She needs to remain unrecognized, but damn is it rough to get around without her crutches. The mint and chocolate taste does a good job of flooding her sense out. She sighs out a breath, peeking at Patton through one eye.

“This is nice. Very relaxing, quiet. Never thought I could enjoy an activity that is basically just sitting there.”

“Well, just sitting there can be nice! Especially with a friend.”

Janus smiles, though whether it’s a reaction to the kindness or a grim nod to how far from friendship this really is, even she couldn’t tell you. “I’m glad you feel that way, Pat. I suppose we can do more things at ‘your pace’ from here on; I’ve realized I just might need the relaxation. Plus, you are ever-interesting to learn about.”

Patton smiles at her sheepishly, and her lips split into a smile as well, teeth bared and glimmering under her thick black lipstick.

They’ve attempted to practice this song before, so Virgil lets himself get very, very into it, banging the drums like he has a personal vendetta against percussion instruments while Roman attempts to keep up on his bass guitar. Roman sweatily plays the last notes of the song, but Virgil doesn’t stop playing, seemingly just starting right back into the drums for the chorus in a loop, his eyes closed and face scrunched up.

“Virgil!” Roman attempts to call out to him four times, and eventually just walks up to him and catches the cymbal as he was about to hit it, muffling it and finally startling him out of his trance. “Earth to emo, the song’s over already!” Virgil just stares at him for a moment, panting with wide eyes.

“Uh- Sorry. I got caught up in it.”

“No kidding,” Roman snarks, leaning against his kit. “How are we supposed to have a successful recording if you are dead set on becoming the next Def Leopard?”

“Sorry, jeeze,” Virgil mumbles. He begins getting up and moving towards their water bottles, and Roman can’t help noticing how stiff and uncomfortable he looks.

“Virgil?” he stops him. “Hey, is something amiss?”

Virgil sighs, chugs a large gulp of water, and then wipes his brow. “Yeah, it’s- I’m fine, it’s nothing serious.”

“You are acting fishier than sushi Sundays, just tell me what’s up.”

Virgil groans. “I dunno. Patton’s just been… weird lately. Have you noticed it at all?”

Roman tries to think, tapping his chin. “Nothing outside of their usual oddities.”

“They’ve been veering into really upsetting territory for me lately.” Roman makes an inquiring hum, and Virgil grimaces. “Really quick to tell white lies and immediately assure me it won’t have any consequences. They also stay up in the living room most nights instead of coming to bed with me early like they used to. And they keep leaving the house for seemingly no reason.”

“Not necessarily the most unlike them they could act, but it is odd. Do you think it could be new rituals? Do they need their meds adjusted?”

Virgil shakes his head. “I mean, I don’t know. They haven’t needed their meds changed in at least half a year; they’ve been really stable anxiety-wise? It’s just- just weird, and I don’t like it. It keeps making me have panic attacks.”

“Well, we certainly can’t have that. Have you spoken with them about it yet?”

“No, I’m too nervous that I’m just being… being over-cautious.” Virgil pulls up his hood, gripping the sides of it and worrying with the fabric. “What if I bring it up and they think I’m being crazy?”

Roman touches his hands with his, for once gloveless, fingers, looking at him seriously. “You know for a fact Patton would never in their life call you crazy, especially when you are just concerned for them. Whatever it is, I know they’ll let us know when they feel like they can. Until then, I know it’s asking much from you, but trust them.”

Virgil grimaces, but it fades into a soft smile. “Thanks for reassuring me, Rom, I’m sorry. Just get a little anxious sometimes.”

“Oh please, in another universe, the name on your birth certificate is ‘Anxiety’ Addams instead,” Roman teases. Virgil scoffs, then swipes Roman’s bangs into his face, leaving him sputtering on his own hair as they both laugh.

Roman is already settled cozily in bed and half asleep when his phone begins ringing, and he groans at it dramatically for ruining his sleep. He fumbles on his bedside table and pulls the bright light into view. He nearly drops the phone in his urgency to pick it up the second his sleepy eyes register Remus’s contact name.

“Remus! You’re calling me?! You dick, just text me when I te-“

“Do you hate me, Roman?”

Roman just kind of freezes in place, listening to his twin’s very heavy breathing. “Remus? Are you okay?”

Remus laughs shakily on the other end. “Change of environment finally caught up with me. The stress of ignoring you did too, I guess.”

Roman cups the phone against his ear as though it could count as comforting Remus across the phone line. “I don’t hate you, no. I don’t think I could manage it as much as I like to pretend I can.” Roman replies to him with as much sober sincerity as he posed the question. “You’re my brother, you know?”

“Being their son didn’t make them love me. I don’t know why you’d uphold family ties so much after everyone else got rid of me.” Roman hears Remus’s breath hitch, and he knows instantly that he must be feeling things grabbing his legs again. It’s a common but very distressing hallucination for him.

“Remus, mom and dad can suck shit,” Roman declares, and to his happiness, it draws a more genuine sounding chuckle from his twin. He can’t help smiling at the sound of his stupid laugh. “Maybe family ties are bullcrap, but whatever you and I have isn’t anything like how mom and dad ‘showed love.’ We actually love each other, like real fucking family.” Roman pauses, listening to Remus breathe again, proving his twin is there to himself. “I did promise I’d always take care of you. Nothing about that has changed.”

“It has though, y’know?” Remus’s voice shakes slightly. “We’re adults, like fully now, and we can’t be that close anymore.”

“Why not?”

“It wouldn’t be healthy for two 20ish bros to share a bed, no offence but I don’t like you like that,” Remus jokes, making Roman snort out a laugh and roll his eyes.

“Remus, you’re such an idiot. I do concede that I never want to share a bed with you again because you stink,” Remus laughs on the other end, but Roman continues. “But us doing that isn’t the extent of brother-ness. You were sick, like really sick, back then. We can care for each other… outside the context of suffering, too.”

“Even though I went and stayed with her? Do you really think Virgil could handle you still talking to me regularly?”

Roman sighs. “Look- Just- Some things are more important than that stupid godawful fight from high school. You and I weren’t even involved, we just had to physically put ourselves between them.”

“Didn’t know Virgil was capable of being that scary TBH,” Remus mutters, pronouncing each letter of the acronym.

“Yyyeah, me either up until then.” He sighs. “We couldn’t exactly not take his side, you know?”

“We could have not taken sides at all!”

“Remus, look, Janus isn’t – or at least wasn’t – a good person or a good friend, and even if you’re talking to her, don’t bring her into me and Virgil’s lives if you can help it. Please?” Roman listens to him breathe in deeply.

“I won’t, don’t worry about that. Look your highness, I need to go and smoke a joint, or else this episode is just getting worse for the night, but Roman?”

“Yes Remus?”

“I promise I won’t ignore your texts anymore. See you never, loser.”

“See you in tartarus , you jerk,” Roman says playfully, rolling his eyes. “And… Love you.”

There’s a pause of silence and shifting for a bit longer than comfortable. “Love you too, Rom,” Remus says, quickly hanging up and leaving Roman alone in the darkness again.

#sanders sides #college au #sasi au #tss au #sanders sides human au #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #platonic prinxiety #creativitwins

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anachronistic-falsehood · 2 months

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10 + 23 + 31!!!!!!! :333

HI HI ROS!! oh these r good questioms.....

10. Top three favourite fic tropes

HARD QUESTION. hmmmm. definitely slowburn for sure. i love when shit takes so fucking long to happen. they better not even hold hands until chapter 50!!!!! THE YEARNING!!! next one hmmm probably "and there was only one bed" I LOVE THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED. ESPECIALLY if its used in a slowburn fic. like. they want 2 be close so so bad and yeah maybe they should ask for another room that has two beds but whatever they're already here right???? they can share just for one night it's fineeeee it's fine!!!! they dont need 2 worry about it it's not their fault if they wake up tangled together and if they both pretend to be asleep longer in the morning so they dont have to get up!!!! im also a big fan of timeloop fics. doesnt have 2 be ship related i just want 2 put those fucking guys in a loop!!!!!! make them suffer!!! torment nexus!!!!!

23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

DIALOGUE I LOVE U. im so much better at dialogue than descriptions. especially if it's like. action. im so bad at writing action. but even descriptions in general r so fucking hard sometimes!! thats why all my fics r so dialogue heavy. like writing in the characters voice is so fucking easy u already know what words are in their vocabulary and how they speak!!! but how the fuck do i describe a fucking building without making it sound too specific and overly detailed!!!! how do u do that!!!! agh!!!

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

man. i dont even know!!!! all my first fics for a fandom r usually kind of hard to write but thats just bc my stupid monkey brain is saying "NO IF U FUCK IT UP AND PUBLISH IT IT'LL BE EMBARRASSING FOR U!!!!!" it's always hard 2 get thru them. hmmm i think. probably my old sanders sides human au fic Saint Bernard. that shit was PERSONAL like tbh trying to write it and actually publish it was like pulling teeth but i did it anyway bc doing that made me feel a lot better about. various Things. its a good fic!! but god was it hard 2 write

link 2 the ask game :3

#whiskey yelling into the void #friend tag :3 #i remember someone left like. a critique comment on that sanders sides fic #and at the time i was polite abt it but like #my brother in christ that fic was about someone who was struggling with internalized homophobia and intrusive thoughts #and also another guy who was this close 2 killing himself #i DO NOT THINK this is the fic 2 be leaving criticism on!!!!!!!!!!!#also that talk abt tropes reminds me i should write a ghostknife there was only one bed fic #i just think it would b fun :3 smile

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djs-horny-blog-lmao · 1 year

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i think ive decided fr actually. good lord you guys better appreciate this bc i dont know if i ever intended to think this intensely about this au....

and sorry if u dont like it but it's my au <3

heroes

Patton Foster (alias: Guardian. Just a normal guy who trained super hard, has a handful of cool tech and a mask. He's basically Batman. - Costume is probably mostly shades of dark grey / light grey and pale blue highlights - has a cowl)

Roman Valdez (alias: Hurricane. He's basially Superman, was an alien baby who crashlanded on earth. - Costume is white with a red? gold? H on his chest, red cape, red boots and gloves. probably not masked Or has a little over-the-eyes Green Lantern/Mr Incredible style mask. Probably built like Mr Incredible too)

Remus Valdez (alias: Maelstrom. He's basically Aquaman. Also not human - half-Atlantean (im gonna steal this i can do what I like). Raised on the surface. Can control water and sea life, can talk to fish, LOVES octopi/tentacle motif above all else. - Costume: probably yknow super green black and silver, probably has that scale-like skintight chest piece and maybe some armour motifs (bc Atlantis) Face is not covered)

Side note: i think Roman And Remus were found by like. a lighthouse keeper. who went oh boy!!! free sons!!! and raised them as brothers. They fully consider each other brothers. they grew up together and hero together, probs dont live together currently tho.

also i came up with the names separately but it means they both named themselves after weather phenomena and that is twin behaviour godbless

the three of them have something like a justice league together - it probably has Other Heroes in it part time too but. waves hand. background characters. They have an HQ. Somewhere.

villains

Janus [Surname Pending] (alias: Siren. A magician-cross-catburlgar... he's like... Catwoman if she had Zatanna's powers and aesthetics. Magic is real and he has it. And uses it for. Well. Everything. Morally grey rogue rather than evil villain. He's still super fucking with Guardian. - Costume: face half-scaled (genuinely from a magic curse) the other half masked phantom of the opera style. wears like... a magician's get up crossed his canon outfit but with bootyshorts and fishnets)

Logan Sanders (alias: [pending]. He's not really evil, or, not if you ask him. But he does think having these so called super-'heroes' running around without a contingency plan is... irresponsible. In private he is building a mech suit capable of taking down Hurricane Should He Need Taking Down. Has strong morals <- not good morals, just strong morals. Sometimes funds smaller villains/rogues for ,,,reasons. Patton is his secretary but they dont know the other is hero/villain (a shame, if they were on the same side, they'd get along very well) - Costume: well. it's a mech-suit, bulkier / more armoured than, say Iron Man, but not,, like,,, ten feet tall. all cold steel, maybe burnished black in parts, and i can see it having a visor with electronic eyes that can be Logan's signature blue.

Virgil (Surname Pending) (alias: [also pending] <- probably storm Or shadow related. He's the most nebulous to me right now but tbh i can see a semi-harley quinn backstory where he was tangled up with a gangleader who won him over into a life of crime but he's not that happy (i.e., open to...persuasion) with it. Don't know if he should have powers or not... - Costume: blacks, purples w/ hints of yellow. Hood covers hair and eyes and mask covers lower face. dresses in layers typical of like... a medieval assassin (he's not an assassin) (he's probably killed people before tho)

Virgil and Janus have probably crossed paths before as their rogue aliases. Janus has met Logan (under a fake name). it's possible Logan (in costume, under alias) has worked with Virgil/Virgil's boss before. Generally, esp now Virgil's striking out a little more on his own, Virgil and Janus are kinda too low on Logan's radar for him to seek them out so far. (Janus likes it like that) (tbh so does Virgil)

#dj monologues #dj writes #nsfs superhero au #@.@ i think that's enough for now... it's midnight and im tipsy

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anxiouslyfred · 1 year

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Visiting

For @sanders-sides-a-spec-week prompt cafe au, here's a trip to my Chaos Cafe au

Summary: Roman tries to visit his brother's cafe in the hopes of reconnecting. He gets that and an identity realisation besides.

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Virgil was used to people looking confused or unsettled when they enter the store. In fact, aside from the regulars, just about everyone does on days when Remus is at the counter.

He's not used to being seen and someone suddenly looking towards the door before glancing around the cafe in nerves again.

The person seems familiar, but not in the way that they've met before. It was more like Virgil knew someone they were related to closely, and he was trying to convince himself not to say anything about that. The jaw line and eyes watching him could have been Remus's if there was more chaos dancing through them except so far as Virgil had been told, most of Remus's family had cut off all contact.

“Welcome to the chaos cafe, do you have any allergens, sensitivities or texture dislikes?” He asked, knowing better than to lead with their order. Everyone needed a few moments to make decisions from their menu, or to ask him for a recommendation.

They cleared their throat. “Um, no? Except like mouse or sponges with too much sauce over them?” They replied, eyes now tracing over the door to the kitchen and the window through as if expecting an answer to whatever questions were in his heads to appear through them.

“Good to know, what can I do for you then?” Virgil offered, deciding against asking their order since he was more and more certain that whatever the reason, this person wasn't actually here for a drink or some food.

“Does – Is this Remus's cafe? I lost the address or name of it, but I think only he would name a cafe chaos.” They rambled a little, jumping when something metallic clanged in the kitchen.

Virgil raised his eyebrow, carefully not glancing behind him. “I'd prefer to ask who you are before answering that.” It's what he would say regardless of who was asked for, but knowing Remus is now listening in, deciding whether he wants to emerge or not adds extra comfort to the exchange.

“I, well I was his brother, once upon a time. I doubt he would still accept me claiming that role though. I'm called Roman, if you need to like, check if I'm safe to know where he is or something.” It was rambling, which Virgil was hoping was simply because Roman was nervous. He'd been told about how confident, how extravagant and how much of a show-off Roman could be before, but that wasn't matching up with the man in front of him.

Another clatter has Virgil stepping to the side of the window just in time for Remus to tumble through it. “And I'm Virgil, Remus's fiance.” He introduced himself, still just watching as Remus essentially yanked Roman over the counter with enough force they ended up tangled on the floor behind it.

Roman took a few moments before speaking, attempting to twist to look at Remus and failing to, instead just looking up at Virgil, now smirking over them. “I'm guessing you don't hate me then?”

“My brother came back! We can be the ones making chaos together again!” Remus crowed, getting a few of their patrons glancing over in confusion at seeing nobody other than Virgil stood there.

“Nah, he never did. Just has a lot of rants over forced normality, the constrictions of society's rules and a long list of various insults intended to be thrown at your parents if they ever cross our paths.” Virgil shrugged, before leaning through the window to the kitchen to check what orders had been placed. “But given you're causing delays to customers meals, I'm assigning you kitchen duty while you catch up.”

Surprisingly, or not, Virgil couldn't quite decide, the brothers managed to work well in the kitchen. He had kept listening out for arguments or criticisms of the meals they were serving but none came.

In fact, they were getting along so well come the end of the day that Roman came home with them that evening, which was when the confused glances began again. Thankfully Virgil didn't have to wait too long to hear what was confusing Roman, although understanding the question felt like it would take a few hours, or a book of context that hadn't been shared.

“How come you let Remus break all the rules?”

Remus had stepped out of the room for a second, and probably wouldn't have explained what rules he was meant to be breaking either, but it did leave Virgil trying to decide between saying something about Remus or questioning in return.

“Generally, or are there specific rules he's broken? If he was trying to cook upside down today, I definitely do not let him do that and you should have gotten me.” Virgil settled on saying, trying to remember if he'd heard anything from the kitchen about his safety rules being broken. If the labels were being messed with again he would read the riot act and have Janus monitoring him when they're free for a month or more.

“The relationship rules.” Roman clarified exactly nothing. He seemed certain his words made sense though, if the assured nod to Virgil was any indication.

For a moment he was concerned or scared that there really were some rules to relationships they would get judged for breaking. Then Virgil remembered all their friends assurances that every relationship was unique, and nobody had a right to make assumptions over anyone else's relationships.

Instead of saying any of this and possibly upsetting Remus's only family trying to get to know him again, Virgil hummed a little. “Such as?”

So Roman starts listing rules.

A hell of a lot of rules.

In fact, Remus has joined them again, and Roman has simply waved to him and carried on listing more and more rules seemingly surrounding everything to do with romance that could ever be.

It carries on for long enough that Virgil eventually decides to try interrupting with a cough. “I'm beginning to wish I specified which rules had Remus broken that you were asking about, but now I'm more confused over why I'm the one with anxiety when you've apparently been trying to fit relationships into all of those restrictions.”

“It doesn't come up often.” Roman stated, as if that was obvious and honestly, looking at Remus, he could believe that for Roman it was.

“You just fuck them and leave them, don't ya, Ro-ro.” Remus teased. “Just like all those years at school, charming everyone into bed to give them nothing.”

Roman spluttered backwards, “I would never! We knew what it was, always know when it's not going anywhere. I'd follow the rules if it was!”

“The rules are bullshit! You just don't actually want to date them and came up with rubbish hoops for everyone to jump through!” The goading continued, but Virgil could see it was actually upsetting Roman now.

“Everyone knows the rules! It's there in every story, movie, song, show, and play! Just because you refuse to follow any rule ever doesn't mean-” The rant, and the anger that had Roman leaping to his feet had Virgil standing as well.

“No. I didn't know those rules, and I doubt other people do to.” Virgil yells back, not meaning to raise his voice, but unable to help it with the energy in the room.

It makes Roman freeze however, especially when he registers it was Virgil who spoke, and definitely not in the teasing, known each other since childhood, manner Remus had. “You don't?”

“It's fine to not want romance, Roman. There's an identity, aromantic, for people who don't experience romantic attraction. You don't need to make a mile long list of rules for relationships in order to justify not being in one.” Virgil tries to explain, hesitating, but wanting to offer the idea of the label now, just in case.

“You don't have rules for relationships in your mind?” Roman asked again, blinking as if his worldview had entirely shifted.

Remus stood too now, shaking his head. “Never have.”

“Other people can not think about dating others? There aren't rules telling you when you should date someone?”

Virgil shook his head again, “Never have been.”

Roman blinked then, folding into himself down onto the floor. “I – I could be aromantic? I'm not broken because I don't like dating?”

“Definitely not broken. Why would you think that?” Remus asked, frowning now.

“Just- just some guy I was seeing said so. Said I'm like a robot trying to tick off all these things.” Roman muttered.

“Tell me a name and address and he'll be scared to look at anyone for a year!” Remus declared, jumping towards the kitchen now.

Virgil scoffed at the idea, instead going over to their film collection. “I think Roman needs more comfort than that. What film would help?” He offers.

“Something Disney?” Roman suggests, cringing as if realising just how many of those either fed into his rules of gave him so many expectations on himself of wanting one.

“Merida and Brave it is!” Virgil stated.

#sanders sides a spec week #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #aromantic roman #dukexiety #chaos cafe

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hihelloheyyyy · 1 year

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Hi!!! What fandoms are you a part of/comfortable writing for?

Oh boy, this is going to be a long one, I need to look back at my Ao3 history.

Tangled/ Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure

Sherlock(BBC)

Merlin(BBC)

Danganronpa 1 2 and 3

Most Marvel movies but not many of the tv shows

Sanders sides

What we do in the shadows

Welcome to Nightvale

stranger things

I will write Video Blogging RPF but I'm not comfortable with sexualizing or infantilizing real people. I understand that people like to cope by projecting onto their idols though, so I'm not against writing RPF completely.

Helluva Boss

Villainous

Welcome Home

Detroit become human

IT (I haven't visited the fandom in a while so I'm a little rusty)

Harry Potter (also haven't visited in a while)

Spy X Family

Gravity Falls

Twilight (I've only watched the first movie and I couldn't get through the first 15 minutes of the second, so I'm working with limited knowledge)

The first season of demon slayer

Alice in Wonderland

The Incredibles

Camp camp

phoenix wright

confinement by lord bung

SCPs

My babysitter is a vampire

Undertale

OC's

There are more that I can't think of right now but I'll update this list when I do. Now, on to what I am and am not comfortable with.

I'm ok with writing things that may be a bit more sensual but I have a hard no on doing sex scenes. I'm 17 and it's still a bit uncomfortable for me to read or write.

I am ok with, however, writing things that may be received by most as strictly a sex thing as long as it's not how you're asking me to write it. For example ABO, I have no problem with ABO because I've seen people use it as a way to explore societal biases and stereotyping in a very new and interesting way. Another thing might be nonsexual age play. As long as it's not sexualized in any way, I'm ok with writing certain things. I know some people use it as a way to cope with childhood trauma. If you have something like this, just let me know. I'm totally non-judgemental so no worries, I just am uncomfortable writing full-on smut but I don't shame anyone for their preferences.

I won't write any ships between a minor and an adult at all. This includes aging up/down a character for the pair to be the same age.

I will write polyamorous ships, non-heterosexual ships, and heterosexual ships. I'm way too indecisive to not be a multishipper so don't be shy to request a pairing just because it's not a common one.

I love AU's and if you manage to find an AU I haven't heard of or one that you've made up, feel free to explain it to me and I would be happy to write it for you.

I'm fine with writing OCs into other fandoms but I won't write any xY/N just because I have a hard time writing in second person POV.

I'll even write poems for your fandom(s). I've never seen anyone else do it but I think it would be a fun challenge.

I won't write any explicit self-harm or eating disorders or suicidal tendencies just for the hell of it, it would need to be a part of the source material or important to the plot. I've read too many fics where the author makes these things the character's entire personality just to infantilize the character.

I will write characters with mental disorders. For example, many people headcanon Sherlock as Autistic and like to project their symptoms onto him. I'm ok with writing this if it seems like it fits the character and you don't just want to make the character a baby.

I'm cool with writing angst and hurt no comfort. I'm also fine with writing gore.

I absolutely adore domestic fluff, it is my heart and soul.

I don't write crossovers just because I've never had much interest in them.

If you have something that you're not sure I would be comfortable writing, you can DM me. I pinky promise that I won't judge, I've read some pretty questionable things in my day.

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lovesick-x-prince · 2 years

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My Fic Masterlist!

Hello! I’m generally known as Prince, my pronouns are she/her/any, I am queer, and I write a bunch of fanfiction. (◡‿◡✿)

You can find me on AO3 under the username LovesickPrince. I absolutely love talking about not only my stories but also the characters and fandoms in general, so please feel totally free to send in asks about any of those topics - I’d love to answer questions, or have conversations with you all!

This blog is multi-fandom. I am currently writing for: Hermitcraft/The Life Series, Dream SMP, and Batman. I also reblog Genshin Impact, MXTX’s danmei, Jujutsu Kaisen and other miscellaneous things. I have a queue that posts at least one a day!

Hermitcraft/Life Series

Nobody Feels Like You (WIP) -> Multi-chapter, 132K -> Third Life/Hermitcraft -> Grian/Scar -> Premise: After Third Life ends, Grian time travels back to the start of the series, and decides he’s going to make sure Scar wins this time.

my ever after / is holding you (Complete) -> One-shot, 18k -> Hermicraft/Evo, Third Life inspirations -> Grian/Scar -> Premise: Scar is the king, and Grian is his servant. Then someone decides kidnapping King Scar’s beloved servant was a good idea. It really wasn’t. (Cinderella inspired).

somewhere between the surface and the seabed (Complete) -> One-shot, 24K -> Hermitcraft -> Grian/Scar -> Premise: A mermay story. Grian is a siren and Scar is a sea witch. Miscommunication ensues. (The Little Mermaid inspired).

We Built This Town On Shaky Ground (Complete) -> One-shot, 1K -> Double Life -> Grian/Scar -> Premise: Grian kills BigB, and Scar is grateful. It saves him the trouble of having to do it himself.

And I'll Breathe, And It Goes (Coming in ???) -> Multi-chapter, ??? -> Hermitcraft, inspired by Desertduo Vigilante AU by kitsuneisi -> Grian/Scar -> Premise: Grian has three identities - the civilian Grian, the villain Watcher, and the vigilante CuteGuy. He manages to get hopelessly tangled up in both Scar’s and HotGuy’s lives in every single one of them.

Dream SMP

Golden and Lustrous (WIP) -> Multi-chaptered, 29K so far -> DSMP, SMP Earth -> Dark SBI -> Premise: Tommy can turn straw into gold. The Antarctic Empire takes interest. (Rumpelstiltskin inspired).

Out Like A Light (Complete) -> Multi-chaptered, 156K -> DSMP -> Dark SBI, Bench Trio -> Premise: Technoblade, Philza, and Wilbur are gods, and Tommy is the reincarnation of their missing piece.

where’s the person that i know?/they must have left (Discontinued) -> Multi-chaptered, 16k -> DSMP -> SBI -> Premise: After Tommy dies in prison, he begins falling through alternate universes.

Batman

I Would Like You To Love Me (WIP) -> Multi-chapter, 4K so far -> Batman -> Tim & Jason, Batfam, Tim-centric -> Premise: Tim is a young mer suddenly tossed into the ocean after being raised in a tank his entire life. Luckily, an older male with a red and golden tail named Jason is here to show him how to survive.

Sanders Sides

these sanders sides sure are doing things (Complete) -> Series of one-shots, 4K -> Sanders Sides -> Gen, LAMP, and Roman/Patton -> Premise: Four unconnected Sanders Sides one-shots, mostly fluff and character studies.

Land of the Lustrous

To The Moon (Complete) -> One-shot, 4K -> Land of the Lustrous -> Padparadscha/Rutile -> Premise: Padparadscha tries to commit suicide via Lunarians, believing themselves a burden on their partner.

#lovesick writing

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audioaujom · 1 year

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Writing Masterlist !!

Welcome to my blog ((: Hello~! I’m Aud :D! I’m a psychology major and long-term dungeon master who loves to write in my free time. The stuff I’m willing to post here right now is pretty much all fanfiction, but I’ve got a lot of other projects stored up that may eventually see the light of day if anyone’s interested. My DnD stuff is gonna start appearing on a separate blog!! Hooray! If you're curious or interested you can find all of that fun stuff over at @audndio. It's chaos over there.

I’ll try to keep this masterlist well updated with both the fandoms I’m actively writing for and what fics are on my profile (as well as hints of what’s to come). I love horror, fantasy, sci-fi, and action/adventure, and actually wrote a handful of decently popular r/nosleep stories a few years ago. It's good to finally be posting again ((:

My asks and dms are open for chatting or also requests for any fic that consists of oneshots/writes. I do not write smut of any kind and tend to stay away from romance in general, but I don’t mind cute romantic fluff or heavy relationship-related angst if it comes down to it. I mostly write whump lmao I’m amenable to most things, so just ask if you’ve got something in mind!

All my posts are tagged with relevant AU information, the characters involved, and angst/fluff/whump/etc, or with asks/updates/scheduling so you can filter for what you're looking for. I do my best to keep things organized, which is why everything is color-coded as well (AUs are purple, oneshots are pink, ao3 is orange, asks are yellow, fandoms are green, and the blue is for me).

If you'd rather read or chat somewhere else, find me on ao3 here.

Full AUs: Life is Strange AU (multichapter fic, YT/Twitch, slow updates) CollegeHumor Powers AU (multichapter fic, CH/Dim20, completed) (You're Not) A Living Thing With Feelings (multichapter fic, sasi, completed) CollegeHumor Tangled AU (multichapter fic, CH/Dim20, updates biweekly Sundays) If I Make It Through Tonight (multichapter fic, sasi, updates biweekly Tuesdays) Oneshot/Writes Collections: Corpse Party (YT/Twitch, updates fridays) Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach (ranboo/slimecicle, updates saturdays) Stardew Valley Oneshots (sdv, updates biweekly mondays) TV Episode AUs (YT/Twitch)

Fandoms I Write For (in no particular order): Various YouTubers and Twitch Streamers (Ranboo, Slimecicle, Tommyinnit, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, etc/related) CollegeHumor (DropoutTV and Dimension20 included) Stardew Valley Supernatural Corpse Party Bungou Stray Dogs OTV Sanders Sides My Babysitter's a Vampire Mystic Messenger Doctor Who Resident Evil Hades Lab Rats Kickin' It Austin and Ally (and more to come!)

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Fandom song animatic tournament: Side A Round 2

Open Up Your Eyes - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

"Open up your eyes See the world from where I stand Me among the mighty You caged at my command Open up your eyes Give up your sweet fantasyland It's time to grow up and get wise Come now little one Open up your eyes"

Ready as I'll ever be - Tangled the series

"Now it's time to step up or it's time to back down And there's only one answer for me And I'll stand up and fight 'cause I know that I'm right And I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready Ready as I'll ever be"

Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)

Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

Open Up Your Eyes - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Propaganda:

The older, jaded villain both goading--and trying to offer a kindness to--the young hero by telling them what the world is really like. The villain feels trapped by their traumatic experience and wants to spare the protagonist the pain of finding out firsthand, but the world is more vast than the villain realizes, and the protagonist can open up THEIR eyes. Bro....

Fits with tragic villains, anti-heroes or AUs where the hero lost their friends

Animatics with the song:

Star Vs The Forces Of Evil

Steven Universe

The Owl House Hunter Animatic

Welcome Home

Boku No Hero Villain Deku Animatic

FNAFHS

Ready as I'll ever be - Tangled the series

Propaganda:

I can list at least three full animatics for this song for every major fandom I have ever been a part of, and still it's so hard to find them because there are so goddamn many

It's an absolute banger from the absolute King Alan Menken, originally from the pretty underrated Tangled the Series. I've seen animatics for this for like every fandom I can think of, and it deserves it because it slaps and has great vocal performances from Jeremy Jordan and Eden Espinosa.

i'm pretty sure this song is more well known than the show it came from is lol. i looked up "ready as i'll ever be animatic" on youtube just to confirm and counted 20+ of them, and i didn't even finish scrolling. it is a genuinely really good song from a /surprisingly/ good show that imo is super underrated. i definitely would recommend checking it out if you get the opportunity!

it's a fandom song that transcended its fandom and became a hit for twist villains.

The song really fosters creativity with how many animatics can create a darker AU where the usual protagonist (or a close associate) is made to be the antagonist because of injustice suffered and the other characters have to fight against them

I've seen *at least* one animatic of this song in almost every fandom I've looked into

It has a lot of Animaniacs because it is sung by an ensemble cast It is good for demonstrating a lot of different conflicting perspectives of characters for your big dramatic fight and its catchy and I love it

I mean everyone loves a scenario where one of the main cast becomes a villain for tragic reasons and the rest of the characters have to fight them while dealing with the betrayal and attempting to make them see reason

How in the actual hell does a song from a Tangled spinoff series go this spectacularly hard? More to the point, how does it have an animatic/AMV for practically EVERY FANDOM IN EXISTENCE?! Yeah, most people know it from that one Warrior Cats MAP, but there is SO much more. Not to mention the bucketloads of people who used this song for their own OCs, which is always a bonus.

Animatics with the song:

Star Vs The Forces Of Evil

Miraculous Ladybug

Sander Sides

Danganronpa V3 fantasy AU

BNHA Villain Deku Animatic

DSMP

Please be cautious and read the title, description and warning cards on the animatic videos if you decide to watch them. If you've got specific triggers I'd recommend even more caution when watching animatics of fandoms you don't know, since sometimes canon-typical themes don't get warnings.

Please keep in mind that I don't know all the media and fandoms of the animatics provided as examples and I don't have the time (nor the will) to research them all. Don't come into my notes or my ask box complaining about them being included, I will simply block you. If a ship animatic included is about an adult and a minor, do tell me and I'll take it out of the post

ALSO keep in mind that I don't know all the artists submitted; in fact, even if I do know them I do not know absolutely nothing about them as people (I do not have twitter nor tiktok) and I could not POSSIBLY have the time to research ALL of the artists' controversies and what came of them so PLEASE don't flood my inbox with the artists' entire crime list.

#fandom animatic tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney

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teardr0ppeddew · 5 years

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hi here’s a screencap redraw for my tangled au lol

do not repost or trace, reblogs are appreciated though❤️

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #myart #roman sanders #patton sanders #royality #ts patton #ts roman #tangled sides #ts tangled #ts tangled au #tangled au #royality sanders sides #sanders sides tangled au #i cant draw backgrounds #😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

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supercasey · 5 years

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Tangled Sanders Sides au featuring Prinxiety? (My one problem with this is, would Flirty Thief Roman/Paranoid Magical Prince Virgil or Disillusioned Thief Virgil/Romantic Magical Prince Roman be better??)

I dunno why you’re coming to me with this, but I honestly love the idea of “flirty thief with a heart of gold” Roman meets “paranoid and sheltered magic user” Virgil... gosh, would that make Deceit the Evil Mother(TM)? I personally don’t care for unsympathetic Sides, so maybe Deceit is just overprotective because he’s scared of losing his kid/scared Virgil will get himself hurt? Awesome AU idea, though! Thanks for sharing your ideas with me!

#supercasey askies #anonymous #anon #sanders sides #sanders sides tangled au #virgil sanders #roman sanders #deceit sanders #prinxiety

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white-spirit-of-darkness · 5 years

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Fate’s Design, Chapter 3

Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4

Summary: A long time ago, a single drop of sunlight fell from the sky. For several centuries the magic of the sun went undiscovered, until the kingdom of Corona needed a miracle to save their most precious treasure.

When the only son of the King and his Consort is stolen from them, it seems like the magic of the sun is lost to the world once again, until that very same magic brings together two completely different people, changing the course of destiny forever.

AO3: This chapter| From the beggining

General warnings: Child abduction, manipulative Deceit, villian Deceit, mentions of homophobia and light angst. Each chapter will have individual warnings if necessary.

Chapter warnings: Mentions of death and torture (very mild but fair warning). Let me know if anything esle needs to be tagged.

@imtherealjose this is dedicated to you

Roman had often imagined the day in which he’d finally meet another person. Needless to say, not even his wildest dream had been quite so wild. He hadn’t been expecting a stranger to crawl through his window; nor he had expected his reaction to be hitting said stranger on the head with a broom immediately upon recovering from the shock. He hadn’t expected the sudden burst of adrenaline that shot through his veins as the broom came down and the unconscious body hit the floor right at his feet.

To be fair to himself, he had never seen anyone pass out before, even if he had read about the possible effects of whacking a person over the head with a blunt object. The book was quite unclear on how loud would the actual hit be, and for a second the idea that he might have killed the first stranger he’d ever encountered crossed his mind, followed by a rapid succession of terror, hysteria and weird pride, before realizing that no, the man was breathing and his head seemed to be in one piece still.

There was a man unconscious on his floor. A man covered in a black cape had crawled through his window, and Roman had reacted like a scared cat, grabbing the first thing he could find and hitting almost blindly.

DC was definitely wrong about him. He wasn’t weak or too young or too naive; clearly he could defend himself against threats, and he’d used a broom of all things. Maybe if his father taught him how to properly use a sword…

He looked down when he felt Thomas pressing a claw against his leg, his eyes falling upon the figure sprawled at his feet. He sighed; it wasn’t the right time to wonder what his life could be like if his father wasn’t so overprotective, especially not when a crazy idea was starting to form in his mind. DC had told him that after a short visit later that day, he wouldn’t be back until a day before Roman’s birthday, claiming he had to take care of some business, and also to get him a gift. It was the same as every year since Roman was thirteen. When he was little, his father stayed with him almost all the time, but once DC was sure that Roman wouldn’t burn down the tower, he started to leave him alone for increasingly long periods of time. The longest he’d gone without seeing his father had been an entire month, during which a sixteen years old Roman painted the entire ceiling with the summer constellations. DC hadn’t been terribly impressed.

He guessed DC would have to be impressed now. Not daring to turn his back to the stranger, Roman walked backwards to the supply closet, where he searched for rope. Thomas stayed next to the man on the floor, looking ready to both jump away and attack if the stranger did so much as moving. The reality and absurdity of the situation almost made Roman laugh hysterically. The afternoon was slowly turning into night; DC would be back one last time in a matter of minutes. He had to act fast if he wanted to put his plan into motion.

Grabbing the rope, he walked carefully back to the stranger. Thomas jumped out of his way as Roman kneeled and took a deep breath, getting ready to hit the man again if necessary. He shared one determined look with Thomas before reaching to touch the man’s arm with a hesitant hand.

Nothing happened, except that his fingers wrapped around soft flesh. Roman relaxed a bit, and with a firm push he flipped the man on his back. The hood fell back, revealing a head covered by longish dark brown hair that kept the man’s face out of view. The stranger was wearing a white shirt and black pants covered in dirt, with a pair of leather boots that looked worn out but resistant, or at least they seemed that way to Roman, who had never worn a pair of shoes in his life. The black cape was pooled underneath the man, revealing a satchel next to his hip. The more Roman looked at him, the more the stranger looked like a regular traveler, young but harmless.

“No innocent man hides in an apparently abandoned tower” he mused out loud, reaching for the satchel. The leather strap caught around the man’s shoulders, but Roman wasn’t concerned about that. Inside the bag were only a box of matches, a loaf of bread wrapped in paper, a hunting knife and something inside a smaller velvet bag. The soft, delicate fabric clashed with the other items in the satchel, which peaked Roman’s curiosity. He was about to open the bag when Thomas hit him in the arm with his tail.

“What?” he asked, turning his head to look at his friend. Thomas was patting the paper sheet he’d thrown away after figuring the bread wasn’t really important. He picked it up, unrolling it, only to find a WANTED poster, with the face of a vaguely familiar man on it. Roman looked back at his friend, who in return moved his little head towards the stranger.

A strand of hair obscured the top half of the man’s face, and Roman’s hands trembled a little as he reached and pushed it back carefully. The light coming from the window revealed a face much younger than Roman had been expecting. Curled eyelashes and nose slightly crooked to the left, with freckles pooling around his cheeks, his pale lips were slightly parted. The boy couldn’t be more than a couple years older than Roman, and the drawing on the poster didn’t make him any justice. The crudely inked lines were not enough to show the softness around his eyes, or the way his upper lip was a bit smaller than the other, or how his hair fell right above his eyebrows. Roman had not retreated his hand yet, and he let his fingers wander down the man’s face, tracing his profile. He was mesmerized by the contrast of flesh against flesh, his fingertips sliding along the warm cheekbone of the stranger.

What the hell was he doing? The force of his realization made him jump back, dragging his body away from the unconscious boy. It didn’t matter that he was so beautiful, because he was a criminal, and Roman was suddenly aware of how crazily fast his heart was beating. His fingers ached where he had touched the boy’s face, and his breathing was out of control.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” he muttered as he got back to his knees and grabbed the man’s wrists, tying them together as best as he could with his own shaking hands. Roman could feel Thomas’ concerned look, but he was too busy trying to get himself to stop freaking out. He got up on his feet and dragged the tied up boy towards his room, where he lifted him as gently as he could and laid him on top of his bed. He grabbed a silk ribbon and tied it around the boy’s head, securing his mouth, and stepped back to admire his work. Despite having his hands and feet tied together, the boy looked peacefully asleep, and Roman felt his ears go red at the thought. Scowling, he left the room, making sure that the curtain was fully closed. Just as he picked up the satchel he heard, once again, the magical seal opening. DC was coming back and Roman was still all rattled. Unless he got himself back under control, his father was gonna notice.

“Thomas, please keep an eye on the boy” he whispered to his friend, who nodded (that was still a bit weird to see) and ran underneath the curtain. Roman threw the satchel hastily into the supplies closet and shut the door. He scanned the room, looking for anything that might give him away, but only found the broom on the floor and the open window. He picked up the broom at the same time he heard the key turning in the lock. He pretended to be very busy sweeping the floor when the door opened and DC pushed the red curtain aside.

“Hi, Father” he greeted, trying his best to look normal. DC raised an eyebrow, but if he thought that Roman was doing anything strange, he didn’t comment on it.

“Hello, my flower”, he said, not bothering to take off his gloves before taking a seat on his ornate chair and gesturing for Roman to sit next to him.

“Dad?” he dared to ask as he was putting the broom against one of the walls. DC just sighed and gestured again, with barely concealed annoyance. His father’s face was tense, his lips forming a thin line, but he didn’t seem cross at Roman.

“We need to have a little talk, me dear”, he explained as Roman sat down on the stool. “I know I was too harsh on you earlier. Sometimes I forget how much you’ve grown, but also how much you think you’ve grown”.

Roman said nothing, and DC looked at him for a moment, studying his face. Both the brown eye and the yellow eye were digging a hole through his soul, and the hair at the back of his neck raised up. No matter how many years he had stared into those unsettling eyes, the cold in the back of those dual pools let him shaking a bit every time.

“You are still young”, continued DC as if nothing had happened. “I suppose you can’t be blamed for wanting to go out, but I will not tolerate you discussing this matter any further. When you are ready, I’ll tell you myself”.

He didn’t wait for Roman to reply, simply choosing to stand and collect his hat from the table. It was Roman’s last chance to say something, to tell him how wrong he was, that he was strong and clever and- What if DC never thought he was ready?

“There’s something I’d like for my birthday”

DC paused next to the door, the key already in one of his gloved hands. Roman was surprised at his own boldness, but it was too late to back down now. His father’s lips curled into a polite smile, one that clearly said that he better thread carefully. Roman breathed deeply and continued, proud of himself when his voice didn’t waver.

“That quill you brought me when I was fifteen” he said, thinking fast. “I’d love to have one again”

For a moment, Roman thought he’d refuse. The quill was expensive and getting one meant a long trip down South, at least three full days. His father had planned to be back the day before his birthday; if he took the detour to get him the gift, he’d be returning two days after Roman’s birthday… which gave him the right amount of time for him to leave and come back.

“You have such fine tastes, my flowerbud”, finally answered his father. “It would mean that I’d miss your special day. Surely you don’t want that?”

“I… I don’t, but…” Roman looked down, doing his best to look unsure and timid. “I thought it would be better than the other thing I mentioned”.

He heard his father sigh and walk towards him. DC’s hands wrapped around his own, and only then Roman raised his eyes.

“I think it’s a great idea, me dear”. His father let go of his hands and pressed a kiss to his head. The gesture always made Roman feel small and defenseless, and a sudden wave of guilt overcame him. He remembered how furious his father had been once, after finding out Roman had lied to him about something mundane, unimportant. He wondered what would happen if he ever found out what Roman was planning on doing. Roman tried not to cower as his mind conjured the memory of DC hissing at him that “Lying, me dear, is the only thing I will never tolerate from you, you hear me? Never lie to me again”.

“Are you alright, flower?” Asked his father, grabbing his shoulders with a worried look on his face. Roman nodded, and reached up to take on his father’s hands into his own.

“I’m thinking that I’ll miss you”, he lied. DC pulled him into a hug, and Roman felt like his fate had been sealed.

There was a small, green, and very pissed off reptilian on his chest.

His first instinct would have been screaming, but there was a makeshift gag around his mouth. His hands were tied with some sort of smooth but strong rope, and an attempt to kick revealed the same about his feet. He was laying down on… a bed? The light he could see was coming from a skylight, and it wasn’t much. If he had to guess, he’d say the last rays of sunlight were the only thing keeping the room from being in total darkness. His brain felt like cotton candy, fuzzy. The edges of his vision were blurry, and the left side of his head throbbed with pain.

He tried to move, which caused the small animal on his chest to give him a hiss. Alright, the angry lizard was guarding him. The details of just why an angry lizard was keeping him prisoner avoided him, there was something he was missing…

Running through the forest, trying to get away from the guards; he could remember his tired lungs and frantic heart as he managed to lose them by hiding behind a waterfall, and then falling deeper into a cavern. He vaguely remembered following the distant light at the other side of the tunnel (and for a moment he did wonder if he was dead and this was his own personal hell where a little rabid lizard tortured him for eternity), and then… the tower.

He’d assumed it was abandoned by the looks of it, covered in strong vines all the way to the top. There seemed to be no entrance, but he’d been climbing walls and trees alike long enough to see a perfect path to the open window. Despite the forty feet climb, he thought it would be the perfect hiding place to rest and plan his next move. He hadn’t expected… what, exactly? His last memory was pushing the window, and then he felt the pain. He hadn’t expected a tiny lizard to attack him, much less to tie him up and-

Well, obviously the lizard (which kept staring menancily at him) couldn’t have done any of those things. Or at least, he hoped so. That meant there was at least one person living or staying at the tower, and now he was about to be tortured, and then they would throw his body out of the same window he’d come in, or maybe they’d throw him while he was still alive, and whoever had found him would keep the stupid crown and be rich while laughing at him, the so famous Angel Thief. All because he’d climbed the wrong tower. Fuc-

The little animal (he was starting to suspect it wasn’t a lizard, but the angle made in difficult to see anything other than its beady little eyes) seemed to have heard something, as it jumped off of him and ran across the floor. He didn’t dare to turn his head, preferring to close his eyes. If the animal had gone to fetch whoever was about to murder him, he’d rather not know until it was too late.

“-awake?”

There was a voice, and it was coming closer. He’d barely had any time to register that the voice seemed to be male and kinda young when he heard the unmistakable sound of a curtain being pulled and steps coming into the room. There was a moment of silence, and then..

“You said he’d opened his eyes”

The voice again. Was the person talking to the lizard? But how? Had he accidentally invaded a witch’s lair? If so, there was no way that he’d ever left the tower alive. He’d probably pissed off a powerful forest witch and now they were going to turn him into a toad, and he’d have to live the rest of his life with only the lizard as company. If the witch didn’t throw him out of the window first, of course.

“I know you are awake” said whoever was standing in front of him. There was a hint of amusement in the voice, and maybe it was the outrage he felt when he realized that this person was having fun by torturing him, but he turned towards the direction of the voice and opened his eyes, trying to look as defiant as he could.

There was a young man with strikingly golden hair staring down at him. He was carrying a candle, and the light flickered over his skin, making it go from brown to golden, revealing sharp cheekbones and a thin nose. Beautiful. His confused brain supplied the word as his eyes wandered to the man’s lips, pressed together in an almost smirk. The green animal was sitting on his shoulders, its eyes still fixed on him like he was threatening them with a knife, which seemed a little unfair considering that he was tied and gagged, unable to move or talk.

“Who are you, and how did you find this tower?” asked the boy, in what clearly tried to be a commanding voice. Some of his worries about being tortured to death were starting to ease up; whoever this boy was, he didn’t look like he was ready to murder him. If anything, he looked nervous and slightly scared.

After a moment the boy seemed to realize the issue with asking him questions, and gave the little lizard a nod, before setting the candle on a dresser next to the bed and approaching him slowly, like he was a dangerous animal that could attack them at any moment. In the candlelight, the boy’s eyes looked amber in color, deep and magical, and when he leaned and reached around his head to untie the gag, he looked almost ethereal.

Stop it, he told himself. There were more important things to focus on. The pain on his head flared again as he finally dared to sit upright. The boy returned to his position near the dresser, not once taking his eyes off his prisoner.

“I stumbled upon it. The tower” he said at last, breaking the silence. One of the boy’s eyebrows twitched a bit. He continued. “I won’t give you my name, but you can call me Angel”

“Angel, huh?” the boy tilted his head and gave him an unimpressed look. “You certainly don’t look like one”.

“Sorry to disappoint” he muttered. “Listen, I didn’t mean to invade any private property, I swear. So, If you could be so kind as to untie me, give me back my stuff and show me the exit, I’ll be happy to never bother you again”.

The green lizard jumped onto the bed and hit him with its tail, clearly unconvinced. Angel bent his legs to get them away from the reptile, resisting the urge to hiss at it. The boy let out a chuckle, and the lizard turned to look at him.

“No, I think he’s telling the truth, Thomas” said the boy with a smirk. Thomas? Odd name for a pet.

“Its name is Thomas?” he asked, making them return their attention to him.

“Yes” said the boy, picking up the reptile and putting him back on his shoulder. “He’s my friend. And you, Angel, are not going anywhere until you listen to me.”

“Why would I listen to you?” he snapped. “I’m tied up here. I know I sort of invaded your home, but I already told you that I didn’t mean to. Just let me go”.

The boy sighed and extended his hands. As an impulse, Angel threw himself backwards, hitting his shoulder against the bed frame. The boy stopped.

“My name is Roman”, he said, reaching once again for Angel’s tied hands. This time, he let Roman undo the knots. As he worked, the boy kept talking. “I’m sorry I had to tie you up, but I didn’t know if you were dangerous or what your intentions were. After all, it’s not every day that a thief falls through my window”, he explained, retreating his hands once the knots fell.

“So you know about that”

“The Angel Thief”, he nodded. There was no point denying it anyway. Roman gave him a look before standing up and turning to look for something on a desk. Angel used the time to untie his feet, breathing out in relief when he felt the rope falling. His heart rate finally seemed to normalize.

“I have the bag with what you stole” said Roman as he turned to look at him. “I’ll give it back to you, but only after you’ve done something for me”

Roman handed him a little notebook, and Angel took it with a shaky hand. What if the boy was crazy and wanted him to murder someone? To his surprise, there was a drawing of the night sky on the open page, depicting something that Angel had seen ever since he was a child.

“The floating lights?”

“Do you know what they are?” asked Roman. There was an edge of desperation in his voice and Angel shrugged.

“Those are paper lamps”, he said, studying the drawing in front of him. It was incredibly well done. “Every year the King and his Consort let them out into the sky in honor of the lost prince”.

“It happens on my birthday”. Roman took the notebook back from him, and laid it gently on the dresser. The candle flickered.

“So?” he asked after after a few seconds of silence.

“I need you to take me there so I can see them” said Roman, looking more fierce than ever before. Everything started to make sense in Angel’s mind.

“You can’t leave the tower”. It wasn’t a question.

“Indeed I cannot”, answered Roman. “My father doesn’t want me to leave the tower yet. Because of that, you” he paused, pointing at him with his index finger, “will be my guide. Take me there, bring me back, and I’ll give you what you want. If not, well, have fun looking for it”.

Angel sighed, covering his face with his hands. What options did he have? He needed to take the crown to the dealer in week; otherwise he wouldn’t need to worry about the guards anymore, the dealer’s gang was far more dangerous. On the other hand, the boy was asking him to him take him right into the heart of the kingdom, where every single guard would be looking for him. Both options were downright suicidal, and he didn’t fancy dying before even turning twenty-two.

But.. Roman had said he wasn’t allowed to even leave the tower. He looked so young, so defiant… he felt his resolve crumble under the amber eyes.

“If I do, will you promise to give it to me in a week?” he pleaded. The boy shared a look with the lizard- Thomas, he reminded himself, and he saw them have some sort of silent conversation. Maybe the boy was a witch after all.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Angel”, announced Roman. We leave tomorrow morning. You’re welcome to sleep here, I’ll be outside. Good night”.

For a second, he was stunned. He was going to trust him, just like that? And what was up with his change of attitude?

“Wait!”

Roman stopped, one hand on the curtain. “Yes?”

“Are you going to trust me, just like that?” he asked, still surprised. The boy laughed, which only served to make him even more confused.

“No, of course not”. Roman smiled, and then pointed to the dresser. Angel followed his hand and saw Thomas appearing out of nowhere.

“What the fuc-”

“Thomas is a chameleon” was all Roman said before turning around and disappearing behind the curtain, leaving alone a very confused and now slightly scared Angel.

Well, he thought as he laid down once again, trying to ignore the chameleon’s eyes, it’s gonna an interesting week.

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