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Oh Darlings~

I have a challenge for you!

Now you don't have to participate, but it would be fun if you did.

Feel free to share this challenge with your friends and followers as well!

I want to see your creativity!

For this challenge, I'd like to see you guys write a songfic.

The rules are simple.

The characters can be from any fandom, but they must be based on fictional characters. No real people.

I'd like you to write it based off of "Fictional by Khloe Rose"

Please attach your work to this post or @me so that I can see your hard work!

All submissions must be posted by the end of May.

Now, what kind of challenge would it be if there wasn't a prize?

For those participants, the winner of the challenge will receive the ability to cash in 3 sonfic requests from me regardless of the requests being closed or open. Any characters, any fandom, any song.

I really hope to have a few people participating! I look forward to reading your works, darlings!

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rises the moon - part six

Pairings: parental moxiety, eventual intrulogical, possibly others but haven’t yet decided

Summary: After running away from home, Virgil find the Forest, where he is appointed as the new Lord of Spring. 

Trigger Warnings: past abuse, exhaustion, please let me know if i need to add anything else

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @theloveliestsweetspongy

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memories swim and haunt you

Virgil panted, falling down to the floor. Janus hovered over him, his glare intensifying. Virgil was trying his best, he really was - he'd even managed to grow some flowers around the room, grow some grass over the throne. But Janus wasn't letting him stop.

"You have to feel it, Virgil," Janus kept saying.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Virgil finally snapped.

Janus sighed. "It means, you need to become spring. Feel the flowers within you. Be what you wish to create."

Virgil rolled his eyes. "There aren't any flowers in me. I'm doing exactly what you're telling me too."

Janus flew towards him, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up off the ground. "That isn't enough. It has to come from within you." He turned away, taking a deep breath. "Try again."

"Okay, fine." Virgil closed his eyes and straighten his back. He raised his arms, trying to relax himself, clear his mind, and feel the flowers within him, whatever that meant.

But nothing happened.

He opened one eye, cringing as he saw Janus glaring at him.

Janus sighed. "This... This isn't working." He glanced to the side. "Take five. We'll try again in a bit." He turned, leaving the throne room.

Virgil let out a relieved sigh, allowing himself to fall to the floor and sit crossed-legged, his chin propped up by his elbow. He wasn't sure how long he'd been doing this for, it must have been several human days by now. He hadn't been given the chance to sleep, and he imagined that soon he'd just pass out from exhaustion, but he was still going. Janus wouldn't give him a proper chance to rest, would he? Maybe he didn't know that humans needed sleep in order to function properly. In his defence, Virgil didn't really sleep as much as the regular human, so maybe he was just a bad example for Janus.

He laid back on the ground, staring up at the tall ceiling above. The roots from the tree twisted around, holding the ground up, and Virgil was sure that patterns had been carved into the wood, though he couldn't quite tell what. His vision was beginning to go blurry. He closed his eyes.

Virgil stared up at his ceiling, trying to ignore the tears streaming down his face. If he acknowledged them, then he'd lost. It meant that they were right.

He shouldn't have been there. This wasn't the place for him. Never had been, never will be. He'd been here forever, hadn't he? Why was he here, when he so clearly didn't belong? When the last thing he wanted was to be here?

He could hear muffled voices downstairs, undoubtedly talking about him, insulting him, plotting against him. He closed his eyes and tried to think, tried to block out the voices from downstairs. He recited songs in his head, comforting songs that helped him sleep, or aggressive songs that helped him through his troubles, or happy songs that helped him forget his troubles. Anything to get the voices to go away.

"Virgil," a voice said. He opened his eyes, sighing when he saw Janus leaning over him. Janus poked his side, causing Virgil to sit up. "Did you momentarily die?"

"I was sleeping," Virgil stated. "Y'know. Like humans are supposed to."

"You were sleeping before you got here," Janus recalled, sounding rather puzzled by Virgil's behaviour.

"Yeah, I was," Virgil confirmed. "But, believe it or not, humans aren't supposed to stay awake for several days straight."

Janus hummed. "We're still on the same day, aren't we? The sun has yet to set."

"Time's weird here," Virgil said.

"Right." Janus sighed. "Well, now that you've had your sleep, we should return to your training-"

"Actually," Virgil interrupted, "I think we should stop for a while. I didn't exactly... get the sleep that I needed."

"What are you talking about? You were just sleeping now."

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Five minutes isn't enough sleep, Janus."

Janus stared at him, puzzled.

Virgil sighed. "We're meant to sleep for, like, eight hours."

"You sleep all the time," Janus said, "surely you've have eight hours by now."

"No, like, eight hours in every twenty four hours," he clarified. "If we don't..."

He hadn't slept in days, and people were starting to noticed. Starting to stare at him, snicker at the dark circles under his eyes. He was starting to fall asleep in class, teachers now shouting at him as well, telling him to pay attention. He was trying to pay attention - it wasn't his fault everything was so fuzzy, so blurry all the time. It wasn't his fault that every time he closed his eyes, he drifted off someplace else, desperately trying to get every ounce of sleep that he could, all that he had missed.

Maybe it was his fault. Maybe he should be sleeping more. But when he was asleep he was vulnerable, and he wouldn't be able to watch his door, keep watch for the bad thing that was coming soon. He didn't know what bad thing, but it would be coming. The shouting was only getting worse, and he was scared, all the time, always scared that things would go really bad. That they would find something and use it against him and he'd be gone.

So he tried to catch up on his missed sleep when he was safe, at school, but he wasn't allowed to sleep there. And the teachers were starting to ask what was wrong. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to keep up the act for.

Janus was touching his shoulders now, shaking him gently. "Virgil? Did I break you?"

Virgil blinked. "No, I-" He rubbed his forehead. "Just remembered something, don't worry." He yawned.

Janus frowned. "What- What are you doing with your mouth?"

After a moment, Virgil said, "That was a yawn. It means I need to go to sleep. Like I've been saying."

Janus hummed. "Let's go one more time," he said, "then you'll be free to go. Just for eight of your human hours, though, this training is still very important."

Virgil groaned, but got into position anyway. It was better to get this over with, he supposed. Janus went to stand on the other side of the thrown room, watching Virgil carefully. That didn't exactly help - staring at him like that just made Virgil uncomfortable, especially since he never seemed to blink. Still, Virgil held out a hand and summoned... something, whatever 'flowers' were deep within him. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind and concentrate solely on this, rather than just-

Shouting. All the time. From everyone. Telling him to do better, to concentrate more, to do his work. He would do his work if he was physically able to, if he was allowed just half an hour to study, if home wasn't so loud. He'd thought about going to the library to study, but if he wasn't home by a certain time things would only be worse, and the library terrified him anyway, too many strangers watching him, judging him.

He studied in his lunch breaks, but that never really worked out that well either, with the amount of assholes in the school. So instead he was stuck failing all his classes, critiqued by his teachers and them, even though no one was doing anything to help.

He was exhausted. All the time. And hurting, more often than not. It wasn't good for him. But he tried to survive.

Virgil opened one eye and saw some flowers in front of him, a full garden almost. He let out a small smile. Janus hummed, stepping closer towards him.

"Not bad, Virgil," Janus said, picking up one flower, only for it to immediately turn to dust. Virgil lost his smile. "Just need to work on permanence, I suppose. We can work on that more later."

Virgil let out a sigh of relief. "Does that mean I can go?"

Janus nodded. "Of course. I expect you back in eight hours, though."

Virgil laughed. "Yeah, good luck with that." After a glare from Janus, Virgil corrected, "Okay, yeah, see you then."

Before Janus could say anything else or change his mind, Virgil spun on his heel and speed-walked out the throne room, heading back up into the forest and through the trees. He looked around as he walked, breathing in the fresh air. It was nice, being in the forest like this, a welcome change to his previous life.

One time, he had made it out, to the forest at the back of his street. He had been young, and hadn't quite known what he was doing, or why he even thought it was a good idea. Maybe he wanted someone to find him, just as proof that they cared even a little bit. What he'd actually found was a terrifying forest, dark and dangerous, an uncomfortable floor to sleep on, bitter cold weather that was certainly less than ideal.

But at least he was away, for a little bit. And it hadn't been so bad in the morning, at least, with the sun shining through the leaves, birdsong in the air. He stayed there for a few days, and nobody came. Which he supposed confirmed his suspicions.

So he went back 'home'. He didn't think there was much else that he could do. Things only got worse, after that. They were angry at him for disappearing, even though before they had been angry at him for existing in the first place.

He arrived at Patton's cottage and stepped inside, to be immediately greeted by arms wrapping around his neck and a pressure pushing down on his body. He stiffened up, eyes widening to fear, before he relaxed, noticing that it was just Patton, hugging him. Hugging him. Patton was probably the first person to actually hug him, it was still a weird experience.

"You're back!" Patton said happily, drawing away from him. "How did training go?"

Virgil smiled at him, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's, uh, it's okay. Need a nap, I think."

"Oh! Of course." Patton let go of Virgil, allowing him to walk over to his room. "We can talk once you're all rested up. If you need anything let me know."

Virgil nodded. "Of course. Thanks, Pat." Virgil stepped into his room and immediately collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

Everything was loud, so loud, and Virgil had made the mistake of investigating. He'd never done that before - usually when this happened, he'd stay in his room, holding back tears, but he thought that maybe he could help for once. Ha, as if he could ever do that.

Maybe things had gotten out of hand, or maybe it had been deliberate. He couldn't remember. He wasn't even sure if he knew in that moment. All he remembered was the thumping pain in his check, the blood rolling down his chin, his heavy breathing as he laid in his bed for hours after, trying to calm down.

A door opening, and more shouting. Him coming back for a second hit.

Virgil awoke in cold sweat, gasping for air. He sat up in his bed and turned on his lamp, hand instinctively reaching up for his cheek. It was fine, he was fine. He was out of there now, wasn't he? He- He wasn't trapped anymore.

How long had he been sleeping? It couldn't have been for that long, surely, but he wasn't really tired anymore...

Well, he was, of course, Virgil wanted nothing more than to succumb to the darkness and sleep for the rest of eternity, and his bones still ached and his head hurt like hell, but his eyes were wide open and he was filled with restless energy, heart pumping adrenaline around his body. He jumped out of bed and made his way to the door, creeping through and out the cottage before Patton could see him. Patton was in the kitchen, Virgil was fairly certain, but he hadn't heard Virgil's quiet footsteps. Sneaking out of the house was an art that Virgil was well practiced at, at least.

Where to go? He didn't want to head back to the throne room, not just yet. Even if it had already been eight hours - in all fairness, Janus didn't exactly have a concept of time, so he probably wouldn't even notice or care. No, somewhere else...

He found himself at the lake, without even realising it. He sat down by the shore, on the sand, looking out across the water as he tried to push all his thoughts down. Everything he didn't want to think about. Watching the waves was somewhat calming, at least.

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rises the moon - part four

Pairings: currently no major ones, but eventually parental moxiety and intrulogical, possibly either royality or roceit but haven’t decided yet 

Summary: After running away from home, Virgil find the Forest, where he is appointed as the new Lord of Spring. 

Trigger Warnings: feeling sick

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @theloveliestsweetspongy​

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rises the moon​

The sky was dark now, and the stars reflected across the gentle waves of the lake. Virgil had been put into a position by the shore, with Logan floating out a little bit into the lake and Roman and Patton stood either side of him. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, and nobody seemed to be willing to explain it to him. 

Slowly, the moon began to rise over the horizon, causing a bright light to shimmer across the surface of the water. Logan began to glow a light blue as he closed his eyes, holding his arms out to the side. Besides Virgil, Roman began to glow yellow and Patton orange, both of them beginning to lift off the ground. Virgil stood there confused, watching the moon, until he too began to hover a few feet above the ground, beginning to emit a green light. 

He immediately began to panic as his feet no longer touched the ground, afraid that at any moment he would fall to his death. Which, again, huge weight off his shoulders, but... dying didn't seem to be a great option right now. Especially since these people apparently needed him to be their 'Lord of Spring' or whatever. Sounded like a lot of responsibility, but definitely better than the usual shit that went on his life.

Maybe this whole thing was a dream. Maybe he was about to wake up back in his bed, back there. Nobody really needed him. He wasn't about to become some sort of magical being. This forest didn't exist, and Virgil definitely wasn't magical. 

He felt himself hit the floor, wincing a little in pain. Ah, that proved his theory. He must have fallen off his bed, or something. That happened a lot. 

Expect... the glows around him were still there. His glow was gone, but the other three glows weren't fading. He glanced up, seeing that he was still by a lake with the moon rising, and Logan, Patton and Roman were still floating in the air around him. Only different was he was now on his hands and knees on the ground, feeling as though he might be sick. 

The other three floated down, Patton immediately rushing to Virgil's side and rubbing his back gently. "Hey, kiddo, you okay?"

Virgil nodded. "I'm fine," he said, meekly, as he tried to stand up but fell over again. 

Logan hummed, stepping towards Virgil. "Hunan's aren't supposed to float midair, are they? Falling from great heights is harmful for them... Do you think he's broken a bone?" 

Virgil shook his head. "I'm fine, Logan. Just give me a minute." He took in a deep breath, then pushed himself back to his feet, swaying a little managing to balance himself. 

Patton hummed. "Is it normal for humans to be swaying that much?" 

"Yeah, totally," Virgil murmured, holding his head in his hands as a splitting headache came out. "We... always sway this much. It's our favourite thing to do." 

The other three shared a concerned look, before Patton grabbed his arm. "C'mon, you should get some rest." 

Virgil pulled his arm back, causing him to lose his balance once again and fall to the floor. This time, he stayed, folding his legs and hoisting his elbows upon his knees to hold his head. "Nah, it's fine, I'll just stay here. You guys can continue doing your weird glow-y shit." He sat there for a moment longer, taking deep breaths to try to force himself to feel better, but the other three didn't move. 

He could hear them muttering, whispering about him, talking as though he couldn't my hear. 

"We shouldn't have pushed him," Patton said, sounding a little... sad. 

"He's just not ready," Logan said. "That's fine. He has time to train before the next moonrise." 

"He's ill, Logan," Patton argued. "Can't you see that?" 

"He's not ill," Roman countered. "He said that he's fine." 

"Oh my goodness, Roman, he's clearly lying." 

"Y'know I can hear everything that you're saying, right?" Virgil said, glancing up. The sick feeling had disappeared, at least, but the headache only seemed to be getting worse. 

"I'm sorry, Virgil," Patton said, stepping towards him and sitting down. "We've never had a human in the forest before, so this is all a little new to us." 

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I've never been in a magical forest before, and I've never met weird season spirits before, and I've definitely never hovered twenty feet off the ground before." 

Patton rubbed his back gently, and... it helped, actually. He did begin to feel a little better - emotionally rather than physically, the headache only seemed to worsen, but it was a start. They stayed there for a while longer, with Patton rubbing Virgil's back, until eventually Virgil repositioned himself, letting his hands fall down to the floor and allowing himself to look out over the lake. 

The moon had risen quite a bit now, now fully visible in the sky. Stars surrounded it, way more stars than Virgil had ever seen before. He smiled. 

Patton repositioned himself as well, moving so his arm was wrapped around Virgil's shoulders. At first, Virgil tensed up, not really sure what Patton was planning, but eventually he melted into it, feeling... content. Warm. The others had left now, so it was just him and Patton, sitting there peacefully watching the stars. 

He glanced at Patton. "So, can you explain now what just happened?" His headache was finally beginning to go away, replaced with curiosity. 

"The moon rose," Patton said. 

"Well, yeah, obviously-" 

"When the moon rises, our powers are restored," Patton continued. "It also usually marks the change of season, although not always. Like tonight. It's still winter, I believe." He sighed. "It'll be spring soon though, I'm sure. Once you get a grip on all of this." 

Virgil glanced down, fixing his eyes on the ground. "What if I can't?" he whispered. 

Patton's grip loosened a little, which caused Virgil to be slightly disappointed. "Huh?" 

"What if I can't?" he repeated, louder. "I mean, you saw what just happened - I freaked out and broke the spell or whatever was going on, I don't know." 

"It was your first try, Virgil," Patton said. "It's alright. We can teach you. I believe in you." 

Virgil shook his head. "I shouldn't even be here. I'm a fucking child. I should be studying for my GCSE's right now. Maybe... Maybe I should just go back home-" 

Patton reached down with his free arm and grabbed Virgil's hand, holding it gently. He hugged him tighter and Virgil relaxed. "I know you're scared," he said, quietly, "but everything is gonna be okay. You're here for a reason, Virgil. If you wasn't supposed to be here, you wouldn't have found the forest." 

Virgil blinked. "Can I stay here?" he asked. 

Patton frowned. "I... I mean, we kinda need you here, so..." 

"I mean, even if I can't do the whole spring thing," he clarified. "I... don't want to go back. You guys have been nice to me. Apart from Roman, he was a jerk at the start, but you've been nice at least." 

Patton seemed confused. "Were people... not nice? To you?" 

"Humans fucking suck." He sighed. "I'm sure some people were nice. But if they were that good I probably wouldn't be here in the first place." 

He felt Patton's finger draw a tiny circle on the back of his hand, over and over again, going round and round in a soothing pattern. "Of course you can, Virgil. You can stay as long as you want." 

Virgil smiled. He didn't say anything else, but closed his eyes, leaning into Patton's chest. Patton was warm, and comfortable, and it wasn't long before Virgil had drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

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rises the moon - part ten

Pairings: eventual intrulogical, parental moxiety, some platonic prinxiety in this chapter

Summary: After running away from home, Virgil find the Forest, where he is appointed as the new Lord of Spring. 

Trigger Warnings: remus mention (portrayed as morally grey ig?)

Word Count: 1.2k

Taglist: @theloveliestsweetspongy

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i promise you that soon the autumn comes

Virgil wasn't sure how long it had been since the moon ceremony. He'd been working hard with Janus to fully restore the forest, and to keep everything running smoothly. He'd been trying to take regular breaks, still sleeping every now and then at Patton's place - his place now as well, he supposed, since Patton had just about adopted him at this point - but it was hard with Janus needing him all the time, with Janus depending on him.

He was tired, so tired, all the time. He'd always been tired, even back in the human world where he didn't have many responsibilities, or no responsibilities that he cared about at least, but now he was even more so, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wondered how Logan had done this for so long, had controlled the forest without collapsing. Perhaps he had and no one had noticed. Virgil hoped that he hadn't.

After the hundredth-or-something session with Janus, Virgil found himself wandering the forest, taking a moment for himself. He supposed he could have just gone straight back to the cottage, but going there would mean talking to Patton, and whilst he did love Patton, more than any other 'parental figure' he'd had in his life, sometimes it was all a little too much, and he needed a while alone to just... clear his head. Remind himself that things were better in the forest, away from the human world. Things were better here.

What he didn't need to do was bump into Roman, painting again on the forest floor, but of course that is what he did.

Roman looked up at him, frowning. Even after being in the forest for so long, Virgil still didn't know what to make of Roman. He can't have been that bad of a guy, could he? He hadn't tried to hurt Virgil, at least, like many other people had tried to do. It was very rare that Virgil ever even saw Roman, outside of formal gatherings, meetings hosted by Janus. Still, figuring that maybe Virgil should get to know Roman a little more, he sat down, watching Roman's paint brush glide across the paper, creating a flower of sorts.

"It's beautiful," Virgil complimented. "The painting, I mean."

Roman just grunted in response. Fair enough. Virgil didn't really want to talk to himself either. Still, he... had to try.

"Are you doing okay?"

"I'm fine," Roman grumbled, turning his body away from Virgil. Virgil found that a little hard to believe, but he didn't want to dig. Didn't want to give Roman even more of a reason to hate him. Even though Virgil was pretty sure he'd never given him a reason in the first place. "Why are you here?" Roman eventually asked.

Virgil shrugged. "I was just taking a walk."

"Don't you have work to be doing?"

Virgil blinked. "I... Not right now, I don't think?" He glanced around the forest. "Why, did Janus call me again?"

"I mean, shouldn't you be working on getting this over with?" Roman snapped, turning his head to face Virgil. Fire danced in his eyes, and Virgil tried his best not to visibly wince. "I've been waiting so long for it to be summer, and now you have the power to make it summer, how hard is it?"

Virgil took a while to response, his body frozen in place. Roman was angry at him, because Virgil... wasn't trying hard enough? Yeah, that sounded about right. That's what pretty much everyone else thought of him. Everyone back at school, back... back there. But at least Roman wasn't trying to hurt him, not yet. Eventually, he breathed in, and said quietly, "I'm sorry. I'm... trying."

"Try harder."

"I can't," Virgil told him. "I don't know how to make this all go faster. I want it to as well, I'm not... I wasn't ready for any of this, and I want it to be over just as much as you. But Janus needs me, and it's not as if I can control the moon."

Roman had turned away again, bringing his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. "This would be so much easier if Remus was still here," he mumbled, barely above a whisper. Almost as if he didn't want Virgil to hear.

He did, though, and... it only made him want to hear more. Find out what happened to Remus, why he had to leave, what he did. It... really wasn't any of Virgil's business, he supposed, but that didn't make him any less curious. And maybe knowing what happened would mean that Virgil would be able to help Roman, to make him feel better, to... gain his trust. He wanted Roman to trust him. He wanted Roman to... at the very least, not hate him.

"Is... Is it too invasive if I ask about Remus?" Virgil asked, quickly.

There was a long pause after, in which Virgil thought that Roman probably didn't understand his rushed tone, before Roman simply said, "Yes."

Virgil nodded and backed down, shuffling a little further away from Roman and staring out into the forest, trying to give Roman space. Every now and then he'd glance back, and notice that Roman had started... crying? Perhaps Virgil should have just left him alone, return to Janus and Patton and Logan where he was safe. He was just about to stand up and walk away, when Roman spoke up again.

"Patton was supposed to take care of him," he said, turning his body a little more towards Virgil but still staring down at the ground, his tears drying up on his face but no more falling out. "He wasn't well. He had changed, and I wanted to help him, but I couldn't. So I told Patton to. I told him to speak to him, and..." He trailed off.

"And what?"

Roman breathed in. "He never did. I told Remus over and over again that he would get help, that eventually Patton would come, he'd be there soon, but he never was. So Remus hung out with Logan more, because Logan would listen, but then he stopped eventually too. Until it was just me."

"And what happened then?" Virgil looked at Roman with concern in his eyes, as well as an underlying curiosity.

"It got out of hand. He lashed out, and then Janus sent him away. He's still out there somewhere, but he isn't the same as he was before." Roman looked up at him now, looking almost guilty, like he blamed himself. From the story, it seemed like Roman held the least blame of all, though. "I see him sometimes, in the forest. He plays tricks on us, or... tries to hurt us. At first I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. He still won't listen. He won't come back. I haven't... I haven't tried again in a long, long time."

Virgil hummed. "How about we try now?"

Roman blinked. "What?"

"We could go look for him," Virgil suggested, without even thinking. What was he thinking, suggesting that? "I'm here now, maybe I could talk to him as well."

Roman stared at him for a while, then huffed. "That's a dumb idea."

"I know," Virgil admitted, "but it's worth a shot."

Roman stared again, the tips of his mouth lifting up just a little, and a hopeful look beginning to fill his eyes.