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residentanchor · 5 years ago

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Danger Prone

I tried posting this in the ask I got but Tumblr is stupid and it wouldn’t let me use the keep reading line so I’m posting it separately.

Prompt: Yes, hello, I would like to order one Moxiety angst ficlet if I could? Yes, thank you. Oh, if I could have extra self sacrifice with a hint of life or death, that'd be great. And perhaps maybe a bit of mind control, if possible. Make it hurt. Choose your victim. Happy ending is preferred

Hero!Virgil Villain!Remy Civilian!Patton Romantic Moxiety

Warnings: cursing, mind control, angst (with happy fluffy ending), fighting, someone gets hurt, kidnapping, brief mentions of abusive relationship, manipulation

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Patton wasn't special. He wasn't a reporter or some scientist. He had a mundane job and a simple life. The only impressive skill or talent he ever had was the fact that he could always find trouble without looking for it.

In all world where people had powers, Patton often wondered if his power would be called 'damsel in distress'. Not that he had any powers mind you. He's simply could find himself in danger so easily that he begins to question if it was a possibility.

It wasn't. There was a way to test for these kinds of things and Patton had failed them all at a young age. So, to the world, Patton Morales was as plain as everyone else. Not remarkable, not different, not special.

Patton’s best friend would disagree. Well, Patton saw him as his best friend! Maybe just a regular friend? Acquaintances, then. Whatever they were, Stormy Knight was a hero straight out of Patton’s dreams, sometimes literally. It was a moment of pure luck, and the good kind this time! When Stormy Knight was first starting off, his dark outfit started to scare people. They speculated that he was after something. He wasn’t a true hero--just because he dressed a little darker.

This is where Patton’s bad luck comes into play. He was walking home as one does and got a bit lost. He asked the wrong person for help and now they were trying to ‘charge’ him for directions… by handing over his wallet. He just had one of those faces, he guessed. Of course, Patton always tried to fight it, but when it came to these sorts of things, he knew there was no use.

That’s when Stormy Knight made an appearance. Dropped down from the sky and landed in a rather epic pose before slowly standing up and telling the jerks to just walk away. After a bit of intimidating, no normal person would dare threaten a super without reason, so they left and Patton got to keep his wallet for another day, at least. Thank goodness, the cat wallet was one thing he treasured dearly. It was just so cute!

He watched Stormy Knight closely as he thanked him. He was new, Patton hadn’t seen him before, but the all black clothing didn’t strike him as ‘hero material’. (Don’t worry, Stormy didn’t get the joke at first either.)

Patton offhandedly mentioned keeping the aesthetic doesn’t mean you can’t add color. Blues, purples, even a little white as an accent color… they could help him seem a bit brighter and less ‘villainous’. People loved to judge based on looks, after all.

The first time Patton saw Stormy in the news, his outfit was completely different. There wasn’t much black at all! He had swapped it all out for a blue and purple storm cloud pattern with a bit of leather armor, white accents all around. Patton’s heart thudded happily as he smiled. Maybe if he ever saw Stormy Knight again, he’d tell him he approved.

---

Patton Morales had incredibly bad luck. Because he did run into Stormy Knight again. An average day in a city slowly growing with supers, Patton wasn’t even supposed to be at the bank. It wasn’t even his bank! He was simply there for work, but of course, it was being robbed. Or, at least, attempting to be. A newer villain making an attempt at something bigger, quickly thwarted when Stormy Knight snuck in. There was another hero as well--a former Villain in a prince costume who made a wonderful distraction for Stormy to sneak in and get everyone out. He paused when he saw Patton and smirked for a moment before moving along to the next poor civilian that was trapped inside.

They didn’t get to talk after, but Patton made sure to wave to him and that he saw before disappearing.

The third time, Stormy was beginning to worry about this poor civilian. He was stuck on a highway in traffic. The villain he was facing was saying something about ruining everyone’s morning commutes to put them all behind schedule. It wasn’t exactly ‘evil’ and Patton began to wonder about the villains in the city. Half were easily reformed as heroes, the other half didn’t seem truly evil except for a select few. It’s strange like they thought being evil was the only choice they had until proven otherwise.

Back on topic, Patton was outside his car watching with a heavy heart as the hero and villain battled. It didn’t take much more than a few words and a swift punch before the villain surrendered, apologizing for doing something so ‘terribly rude of me, I am dreadfully sorry!’ Patton was just happy he could finally get going, though no doubt he was incredibly behind and late for work. Stormy stood there, winds around him lifting him into the air as he looked over the crowd of people. He watched and made sure everyone was okay before he started to fly off before his eyes caught Patton’s. And while Patton couldn’t prove it because he was so far away, it looked as if Stormy shook his head before flying off.

Things like this kept happening. Patton would end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. He couldn’t help it! Things like this just happened to him! But now, he was in the middle of an attack, trapped on a fire escape because there was a fire outside the door of his apartment building and he certainly wasn’t going to stay there! The building shook and Patton lost his footing, stumbling and holding onto the railing as tight as he could. He opened his eyes and watched his glasses fall, vision blurring, as he pushed away from the railing and back toward the building. He certainly didn’t want to fall with them. Glasses are replaceable, he was not!

Patton’s not sure what had happened that led to his current predicament but he didn’t want to stay on the fire escape much longer. Patton slowly made an attempt to climb down before he froze as everything shook once more. The fire escape creaked and shifted and Patton shut his eyes, afraid of what was happening around him.

“Hold on!” Patton gasped as a pair of arms wrapped around him before gusts of wind forced him to keep his eyes shut. It didn’t last long before the sounds around them grew quieter and distant, the wind dying down into nothing. “You okay?”

Carefully, Patton opened his eyes and looked up, the somewhat blurry face of Stormy Knight, Lightning Bolt shaped mask and all. “It’s you!”

Stormy chuckled and smiled, amused. “Yes, and it’s you. You certainly get into danger a lot.” Without a word, Stormy shifted him to let him down on his feet. “I feel if I see you everywhere.”

“Just lucky, I guess.” Patton smiled back at Stormy. “I like the new look!”

The hero smiled and looked away. If Patton could see more of his face, he wondered if the hero was blushing. “Well, yeah, this wonderfully nice civilian gave some good advice. I just wish I caught his name.”

“Patton. Morales.”

Patton held out a hand which Stormy gladly took. “Nice to meet you, Patton.” He looked over Patton’s shoulder and frowned. “Looks like I have to get back to the… the thing, um.”

Patton realized he was still holding the hero’s hand before quickly letting go. “I’m sorry! Go on ahead! I should probably talk to someone about my apartment being on fire or something.”

“I’m sure Princey can help with the fire and Brainiac can fix anything so I’ll try to see if we can’t make it as good as new!”

Patton watched as Stormy flew off and back into the skirmish as best he could before sighing. He needed a new pair of glasses asap.

After that, it seemed that Patton and Stormy Knight almost found each other even more, as impossible as it seemed. Patton wouldn’t even be in danger but the hero would appear while on patrol, checking in on the ‘danger prone citizen.’ He wondered if following Patton would be easier than searching for danger himself.

Soon enough, Patton would just wait outside on that fire escape every night, wondering if the hero would stop by. Soon enough, it was almost a nightly (or Knightly!) occurrence between the two. Patton talked about life and asked Stormy about the hero life. He didn’t learn much but found out that the hero became a hero after everyone in his life believed he couldn’t be one.

“Some call it ambition, I call it spite, but it worked.”

He also learned that there was a core group of villains that pretty much were the cause of most crimes in the city. That’s why most villains were quick to turn over a new leaf, they were recruited by villains. Or more like blackmailed, it seemed. Stormy didn’t like it, but there wasn’t much they could do. The villains never did the dirty work themselves unless it was something big. They had been relatively quiet, so the heroes were worried they were working on something massive.

“Not much we can do unless we find them first, which doesn’t seem likely. There are no known bases and since we don’t even know what they even remotely look like, we’re at a dead end until they made a move.”

“Aww, I’m sure you’ll figure it out! And if not, I know you’ll give it your all to keep us all safe!” Patton placed a hand on the hero’s back before leaning in and giving him a brief hug. “I believe in you.”

The hero went quiet after that and Patton began to worry if he had said the wrong thing. His heart thudded loudly in his chest before the hero turned and smiled. “That means a lot to me, Patton. Thank you.”

The normal day to day life of Patton Morales seemed to calm down a bit. He wasn’t finding himself in danger nearly as much, thank goodness, and he wondered if being acquainted with the hero had anything to do with it. Perhaps it did, but Patton quickly found out that maybe, just maybe, it was because something bigger was coming around the corner for them both.

Patton had been walking home from the store one evening, a few bags in his hands. It wasn’t a long walk and Patton’s car was pretty beaten down so he didn’t like driving it outside of work. Too many hero related incidents could take a beating on anything in this city and his insurance didn’t cover much. He was almost to his apartment when he heard it.

“Patton Morales.”

He stopped and looked around, spinning in a quick circle a bit confused. The sun was still setting so he could see just fine, but there was no one on the street beside himself.

“Patton Morales.”

“Hello?” Patton looked again, unsure where the voice was coming from. “Is someone there?”

“Patton Morales.”

Patton spun around and was face to face with someone, clouded goggles covering their face. Patton yelped and stumbled back, his bags still in his hands. He blinked and watched them smile in a way that made Patton’s skin crawl. “C-can I help you?”

“I’m so glad you asked, Patton Morales.” They reached up and pushed their goggles to rest on their head. “There is something you can help me with.”

---

When Stormy Knight showed up that night, Patton was nowhere to be found. His apartment was dark and there were no traces Patton had been home in a while. He stood around for a minute, heart sinking in disappointment, before he placed his foot on the railing, ready to take off.

“Stormy Knight! Wait, down here!” The hero looked down to the street and saw someone waving their arms over their head, trying to get his attention. The hero complied and glided down to the sidewalk before landing softly. “Thank goodness you’re here! One of my tenants is missing!”

“Missing?”

The landlord raced over to a few bags that were resting against the building. “These were found on the sidewalk a while ago along with his wallet.”

The hero only had to see the familiar cat wallet to know that it belonged to Patton. Who had been taken off of the street in broad daylight without a trace. “Shit,” the hero muttered under his breath, taking the wallet carefully and looking at the ID on the inside. Patton Morales. “Shit!” The hero sneered and spun around, his mind in a frenzy. They left the wallet so they knew who was taken. They did it outside of his freaking apartment, this was definitely a targeted attack. “I have to go!”

The hero flew off. Actually, just like his namesake, he stormed off. He was stupid! Is that all it took? One stupid, pretty face and he grew complacent. He put Patton at risk just so he could hang out with him. Out of costume, he was a boring loser. Someone like Patton would never bother to hang out with him. That’s not true. Patton was such a kind person who saw the best in the worst situations. He would have liked him, liked Virgil, but he was a coward. Virgil was boring. Stormy Knight was a hero with powers who protected people. Or, at least, he did. Now, he put someone at risk. Why couldn’t he just face Patton outside of the mask?!

He didn’t get far before his communicator went off. The ones that kept him in contact with his teammates. Perhaps they knew who did this?

Stormy quickly landed and pulled out his communicator. “Hey, anything new happen?”

“Why don’t you tell me, Stormy Knight?” The hero froze at the unfamiliar voice. “You left the apartment rather quickly. Find anything interesting?”

The hero grits his teeth and squeezed the communicator. “What do you want with him?”

“Him? Him who?” The hero snarled and heard the villain laugh. “Oh! You mean my new friend Patton Morales here? He’s just fine. We were having a nice, long talk. Did you know his favorite color is all of them? How adorable.”

“Just tell me who you are and what you want?”

“How about a trade, babe. You come to me and I’ll let sweet, dear Patton go free.”

It was a trap. It was so obviously a trap, he couldn’t agree or go in alone but...he couldn’t leave Patton with this unknown villain, could he? “Where and when?”

“I knew you’d see things my way. They always do.”

---

Storage units. How plain and obvious and boring. He rented a storage unit for this exact purpose, he had to have. Or he stole one. They had checked warehouses and boardwalks and storage units early on when villains started cropping up. It was an obvious spot and unoriginal villains loved to copy what they saw. The Prince had even warned him about it. Stormy landed and found the single unit with the light on above it, all the others around it mysteriously off.

Stormy was strong and paired with his wind, he broke open the unit fairly easily. Inside, someone was tied to a chair, unconscious. There was no one else around and the small unit was empty besides that. The familiar messy mop of hair was enough for the hero to recognize Patton, even with his face hidden. He spun around and looked for the mysterious villain that had brought him there, but they were seemingly alone.

Looking back into the storage unit, the hero frowned. “Patton?” He leaned in, worried about this obvious trap. “Patton, you okay?”

“Sorry, he’s not gonna hear you like that. Why not get a little closer?” The hero spun and found a man dressed in ordinary clothes. Jeans, jacket, boots… The only thing that stuck out was the cloudy pair of goggles on his face. “So glad you could make it, though! You seem like you’ll be much more fun than the others!”

“Who are you and what do you want?” The villain tensed up, ready to fight. “What ‘others’ are you talking about?”

“Calm down, sheesh. You sound like that stupid prince.” The man grew quiet and Stormy could almost feel his eyes on him, though he couldn’t see them. “You’re the best collateral I’ve managed to get my hands on so far.”

“Collateral?” The villain motioned toward the unconscious civilian tied to the chair. “He’s not collateral! You said you’d let him go!”

“Yes, in exchange for you. I’m gonna need collateral to make sure you don’t break free.”

“Break free of what, an agreement?”

“Of sorts.” The villain reached up to his goggles with both hands before pushing them out of the way. “I’ve got a bunch of names, babe, but most call me the Sleeper.” The hero gasped and took a step back as the villain stared at him, milky white irises staring back. “I have a tendency to make sleeper agents in the worst places, you see.” He tapped the side of his head as he spoke. “I can put thoughts in your head and just wait for the right moment. This, however, I think I’m gonna enjoy. You’ll be the best one yet! Better than all those other duds that just became heroes after.”

“Heroes? Y-you mean…” Stormy Knight thought back to everyone he’s ever fought. Every villain that quickly turned over a new leaf after defeat. Everyone that started out as a villain over being a hero. Heck, even his teammate used to be… “Like… Like Prince used to…”

“Ahh, yes. My biggest regret, that one.” The villain sighed and shrugged. “Ya see, you can break free pretty easily if you want. I’m not strong enough to keep people under for long so I just need enough leverage for you to give in. I was foolish with that Prince. Thought I had more control than I did. Just had to make him think I loved him and he was eager to do as I say. Wasn’t very good at it, I guess. He just had to rebel and become ‘good’, bleh!” Sleeper took a step closer, causing the hero to back away. “You, however… you like our little Patton, don’t you? The feelings there aren’t fake.”

“I, he’s just a danger-prone civilian!” The hero studdered and knew he wouldn’t get away with the lie.

“A civilian, yes, but a pretty one. So, here’s my deal, hero.” Sleeper pointed to him and smirked. “Either I get into your little boyfriends’ head and he thinks I’m you and he becomes mine… or I get into your head and you become my new plaything. I promise to leave your little disastrous civilian alone as long as you cooperate.”

The hero took a stance, ready to attack. “What makes you think I can’t just attack you right now and get it over with?”

Sleeper didn’t even flinch. Instead, he smirked and held up a hand, poised and ready to snap his fingers. “Because I’m already in his head and the only way I’ll back out is if you agree.”

This was stupid, coming alone to fight whatever villain this was. An important one, if he was the reason Prince had started out as a villain. He never spoke of those times other than someone had gotten it into his head that it was the better choice. Stormy didn’t realize he meant actually into his mind and controlled him, but that’s over and done with. The information wouldn’t have stopped him from coming to Patton’s rescue. Civilian or not, no matter the feelings, he was Patton’s friend. And a hero. And what is a hero if not someone to protect the people?

“You leave him alone. You or anyone else will not touch him. He doesn’t get hurt or kidnapped or anything after this.” The hero’s voice shook as he spoke. “He… he gets to live a normal life as if this never happened.”

“Oh, don’t worry. As long as he’s alive, we get to have you.” The villain snapped his fingers and smiled. “Come along now before he wakes up. I’ve got plans for you, Stormy Weather…”

Patton would soon wake up, tied to a chair in a dark room with the dim moonlight pouring through an opening. Soon enough, red and blue flashing lights and sirens would approach before he saw flashlights join them. A figure would stand in the entryway and call out to others. The whole night was a blur but the only thing Patton could remember was the pale eyes that stared back at him.

When he returned to his apartment building, his landlord would be relieved to see he was alright. They asked about the hero that had stopped by, saying they raced off when they heard Patton had gone missing. After taking his wallet and belongings back, Patton went straight to bed, exhausted from the night.

It wasn’t until the next day that he was determined to make it up to his friend. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but he knew that Stormy Knight had rescued him. He didn’t hear or see anything, but something in his heart had told him. He was there to visit when Patton’s landlord had told him that he had gone missing, so who else could it have been?

He baked cookies and waited eagerly on his fire escape that night, waiting for the hero to show up. He waited again the next day, and the day after that, every night for over a week with no luck. Stormy also hadn’t been seen at all in the past week. No heroic attempts made, no people saved, no patrols that people managed to snap pictures of. The hero had vanished and Patton worried that he might have gotten hurt that night he was found. Perhaps he got injured and called the cops to find and rescue him? They had said it was an anonymous tip that led them to the storage unit that he was found in.

It wasn’t until almost two weeks later that Patton grew even more worried. He stared at a T.V. screen as he watched what looked like Stormy Knight, but with an outfit that resembled his older black one. Also, he wasn’t saving anyone… he was fighting his teammates. The Prince looked distraught and Brainiac was fighting back with everything he had, but neither was a match for their former hero.

But that’s not right! He was there rescuing him from… something or someone just a week ago! They were laughing on the fire escape together after Patton made a few puns! They were friends, weren’t they? What was going on?

“Patton Morales?” Patton spun around and found himself face to face with Brainiac and the Prince. “We would like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.”

Patton’s boss immediately gave him the day off after they saw the two heroes lurking around. Patton followed them into a car that began to drive them to an unknown location, not a word spoken between them. Patton’s heart raced in anticipation and a bit in fear of what was going on. Eventually, the car pulled into a building and everything grew dark before the lights came back on. He wasn’t sure where they were, but it was plain and boring and, most importantly, they were alone.

“We should be good here,” Brainiac got out of the car with the Prince quickly following. Seeing powerful heroes using mundane ways to travel was strange, but Patton wasn’t one to question it. “Now, then.” Brainiac stared down the civilian with a frown. “You are the civilian that our former teammate would visit on an almost nightly basis, correct?”

“He’s still our teammate, smarty pants. I keep telling you this!” The Prince huffed and seemed distressed over the whole situation.

As they waited for an answer, Patton nodded. “Yeah, he would visit me sometimes.”

“Why?”

“Why? Why would he visit me?” Brainiac’s stiff attitude was a bit offputting. “Um, because I’m pretty danger prone. He saw me so often that he just started… checking in on me, I guess?”

“Was that your idea or his?”

“Uh, his?” Patton looked down as if he should be ashamed. “I didn’t… hate it, though. He’s good company.”

“What happened the night he went missing?” Patton perked up quickly, shocked at the news.

“W-wait. He… he went missing that night?! I thought maybe…”

The Prince sighed and shook his head, taking a step closer to the civilian. “You’re going about this all wrong. If you want answers, you have to show some empathy. Innocent until proven guilty, yeah?” He looked back at his teammate before turning and smiling at Patton. “Hello, I’m the Prince. We heard there was an incident about two weeks ago that you were involved in. Could you tell us about that?”

Patton nodded and thought back to that night. “Not much to tell. I was walking home from the store and I heard this voice. It-it was calling my name? But I didn’t see anyone around. Then I remember waking up and the police were around.”

Brainiac was growing frustrated at the story. “Was there nothing else you remember?”

Patton tried to remember that blurry night as best he could. He went to the store. The sun was still setting. The voice… Wait! Patton gasped and looked between the two heroes. “I don’t know if this helps but… I remember their face a little? Or more like their eyes? They were like a blueish-white color.”

The Prince spun around and ran his hands through his hair before crying out in frustration. “I TOLD YOU! I said it was him, I knew it!”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“It seems that the Sleeper has taken our teammate and turned him into a villain.”

“Sleeper? Wait, villain?! But, but Stormy isn’t a bad guy! He’s so nice and sweet and he laughs at my puns even if he tries to deny it and he wouldn’t hurt a fly! I mean unless the fly tried robbing someone!”

The Prince turned and watched as Patton grew even more distressed before letting out a soft sigh. “Yeah, you’re definitely the guy.”

“Which is good news for us.” Brainiac approached Patton and tucked his hands behind his back. “Patton Morales, we require your help. We believe you’re the only one that can help break our friend free from the friend's firm fist of evil.”

“Alliteration, nice.” The Prince mumbled under his breath.

Patton nodded immediately. “Of course! What do I have to do?”

“Well, you said you were danger prone, correct?”

---

‘It shouldn’t have been this easy’ Patton thought as he strolled down the streets of the city. He always had a way with danger finding him, so that’s what he was doing. Letting what always happens… happen. They needed to find Stormy Knight, or Stormy Weather as he was being called. Patton hated the name, but then again, he hated everything about the situation. The other heroes were looking for their teammate as well but kept tabs on Patton just in case. Brainiac thought that the fact Patton always found himself in danger strange, but he couldn’t go against the pile of evidence against him.

It didn’t take more than 2 days before Patton found himself in the middle of the city, his friend terrorizing civilians and juggling cars. He called Brainiac as soon as he could and was instructed to get back and wait for their arrival.

Patton hung up and immediately apologized to the hero in his mind as he made his way closer. The villain hadn’t noticed him quite yet, his gusts of wind whipping around him like a tornado. He reached a hand toward a jewelry store and smiled as a whirlwind glittered on its way back to him.

“STORMY!” The ‘villain’ turned and spotted Patton as he tried to get closer. “Stormy! You haven’t visited in a week! I made cookies! Are you okay?”

The villain watched curiously before smiling. “I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong guy.” He reached out with an arm and the winds around Patton grew more intense. “Are you trying to play games with me? Cause that’s not gonna fly!”

Patton felt the ground move out from underneath him and failed as he began to float. He cried out before looking at the hero, arms covering his face from the gusts. “Not-not gonna fly! That’s a good one, buddy!”

Stormy frowned and his hand lowered as did Patton. He was planning on launching him and seeing how far he could throw the guy, but he was laughing at his jokes? “You think that’s funny?”

“I always think you’re funny, Stormy! We make the best jokes together, like friends always do!”

Patton watched as Stormy’s eyes widened and he blinked a bit. “P-Patton?”

“Sorry I missed you two weeks ago! I only meant to step out for a minute, I promise.”

Patton had hoped that Stormy would snap out of it and they would happily be reunited. But, maybe it wasn’t as easy as he had hoped.

“Patton…” Stormy sneered. “Sorry, doesn’t sound familiar.” The gusts grew more intense than before and Patton reached out to hold onto something. A mailbox, a stop sign, anything! He found a bench that was bolted to the ground and held on, even though it was about to fly off itself. “Now get out of my way.”

“No! I’m not leaving without my best friend!”

“Then I’ll just make you leave!”

Patton felt the bench splinter into pieces and fly off, taking him with it. He fell back onto the ground and landed hard with a thud, his vision growing dark for a second. Patton wasn’t sure what had happened but he didn’t move, gasping for air. He must have gotten it knocked out of him when he landed.

“Shit, Patton!”

He opened his eyes and realized that his glasses must have fallen off again when he flew back. The blurry yet familiar face of his friend grew closer and he couldn’t help but smile. “Hey Stormy.”

“Shh, don’t talk. Don’t move! I’ll find you some help.”

“What? No, I’m fine. Are you okay?” Patton raised his hand to reach out to Stormy who simply grabbed it and held it close. “What’s wrong?”

“Gosh, Patton, I’m so sorry.”

“Its ‘kay. I forgive ya.” Patton felt more exhausted then he had expected.

“Patton, stay awake!”

“Mmm. I will.” He tried taking a deep breath that burned and caused him to wince in pain. “W-what-”

“I said don’t move! The bench kind of exploded and… and I can’t remove it, so just… Wait a minute. Help is coming!”

Patton looked confused before glancing down, a hunk of the wood from the bench sticking out of his abdomen. “Oh… wood you look at that, hah… Did you like that one, Stormy?”

The hero closed his eyes and sat for a moment before nodding. “I did. And… you can call me Virgil.”

“Virgil?” Patton smiled. “Aww, hi Virgil.”

Stormy, or Virgil, sniffled and smiled back. “Hi, Patton.”

Patton blinked a few times before shutting his eyes. “‘M sorry you got hurt cause of me.”

Virgil laughed at the irony and shook his head. “It’s fine, just stay awake, okay? Patton?”

“Stormy!” He looked up at the sound of his name and saw his teammates racing forward. “What’s going on?”

“He promised Patton wouldn’t get hurt and he did so… I’m fine now. But Patton isn’t!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll try my best!” Brainiac kneeled down and pulled out a small device from his belt. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Virge.”

---

Patton woke up to the burning ache on his side, though less of a pain than before. His body ached and screamed to move, stiff from sitting still for so long. He blinked and looked around before spotting someone peeking into the doorway cautiously. “Patton?”

“Stor-” Patton coughed, his throat dry and hoarse. “Stormy!”

“Shh, calm down. Emile could only heal you so far before they got tired.” Stormy walked in and sat on a chair beside the bed. “You’re at the superhero base headquarters. You remember anything?”

Patton blinked before groaning. “Yeah. I do. Wait!” He smiled and turned back to his friend. “Your name! It’s Virgil!”

Virgil chuckled and blushed a bit. “Yeah, I told you that. Do you remember anything from the surgery, though? You were pretty heavily medicated.”

Patton frowned and shook his head. “I had surgery?”

“Yeah, Emile had to remove the thing before he could heal it. So, uh…” The blush on his face grew. “You… don’t remember anything?”

“No… should I?”

“You uh… said. Some things.”

“Oh. Like… what?”

“Oh good, the lovebirds are here!” Prince marched in, smiling at the two of them. “Just catching up? Glad to see you awake Patton.”

“Oh. Yeah, hi.” Patton looked at him confused. “Do I know you?”

The Prince smacked his forehead. “Right, no mask for me and no glasses for you. I’m the Prince! Or Roman, if you prefer.”

Patton gasped. “I shouldn’t know your identity! Isn’t that bad?”

Roman’s face twisted in confusion for a moment. “Oh, right. You might not remember. You’re one of us now!” He smiled and marched in, leaning against the wall. “You have a power, Patton. You’re naturally attracted to danger. Or, well, it’s attracted to you. It’s so weak that it never came up in your life, but we did enough tests to prove its there. So, to keep you safe, you’re staying here with us! If you want, that is. You did say yes, but under the circumstances…”

“I am?” Patton giggled tiredly. “That makes a lot of sense.”

“Not to mention,” Roman reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “After that conversation, I don’t think you’d want to.”

“Wait!” Virgil stood up and reached out for the phone. “Princey, no!”

“Awww lookit you without your mask! You’re so cute! Cuter than I dreamed!”

“P-Patton?!”

“Come here and let me give you a kiss, cutie!”

“Wait, Patton, you’re still hurt! Don’t move!”

Roman tapped on his phone and the noise shut off. It was unmistakable. It was Patton and Virgil talking, though Patton didn’t remember.

Until now.

“Oh my gosh, I told you about my crush?!” Patton grabbed his blanket and buried his face. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s, uh, it’s okay.” Virgil cleared his throat. “I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, especially since he had a crush on you, too.” Patton peaked out from his blanket and saw Virgil reach over and playfully smack Roman. “Ow! Hey! Fine, I’ll leave you two alone.”

Once the door closed, Patton watched Virgil tense up as they were left alone. “Virgil?”

“YES!” He spun around and looked at Patton. “I mean, yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

Virgil went to respond immediately before he held back. He eventually nodded. “Yeah, I am now.”

“Good! When I get better, can we go on a date?”

“WHAT?!”

“We can get dessert! I don’t think you need any, though. You’re already a cutie pie.”

“Oh my goodness,” Virgil let out a chuckle though he tried to hide it. “You’re certainly feeling better!” His smile slowly fell as he looked over. “Are you okay?”

Patton hummed and shut his eyes before blindly holding out his hand. Virgil slowly stepped forward and took it, causing Patton to smile wider. “Aren’t I always when you’re here?”

Tomorrow they would have to worry about Sleeper and his plans. Tomorrow they would have to make their next plan of action. Tomorrow they would have to explain Patton’s disappearance from his life.

For today, however, everything was perfect.

#my writing #writing prompt #tw mind control #tw violence #tw manipulation #tw villain remy #romantic moxiety #hero au #oneshot #tw cursing

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brandstifter-sys · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 22/22

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Villain Logic | Logan Sanders, But not exactly, Fae & Fairies, Púca | Pooka, Falling In Love, Innuendo, Body Horror, Shapeshifting, Miscommunication, Fae Magic, Fae Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Fae Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Fae Sleep | Remy Sanders, Dragon Deceit | Janus Sanders, Nonbinary Deceit | Janus Sanders, Pony Morality | Patton Sanders, Púca Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Púca Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Inspired by Shrek (Movies), Religious Imagery & Symbolism

Virgil is used to being lonely, an outcast, even among the fae. It’s only when his home is threatened that he is forced to confront his solitary lifestyle and question it. With a new friend (Patton the pony) by his side, Virgil has to rescue a prince and bring him to his wedding to protect his home. If only Prince Remus didn’t get under his skin in all the best ways

For @ts-storytime‘s 2022 Big Bang! This was so much fun to write

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #ts storytime 2022 submission #janus sanders #moceit #patton sanders #platonic moxiety #remy sanders #logan sanders #villain!logan #body horror tw #sex mention tw #shapeshifting cw #mild violence tw #shrek au bitches!!!!!!!!! \(^°^)/#sandyscribed

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years ago

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Incorrigible

Words: 4,114 Warnings: Food, Child Endangerment, Horror Elements, Knives, Fire, Demons/Monsters, Destruction, Betrayal, Complex Morals, Villainy Characters: Virgil, Remus, Janus, Remy Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family Additional Tags: Chaos and Arson

notice: this series takes prompts/asks to lead it

♪ Incorrigible Playlist ♪

“Remus, don’t set the couch on fire, the food is almost here,” Janus ran their hand through their hair as they watched Remus pointing his palm at the couch and staring intensely.

“Oh, it is? Cool,” Remus hopped up from sitting on the couch delightedly, holding his hand on the back for balance.

“Who cares if he sets it on fire?” Virgil pouted, squatting on the floor while his eyes followed Remus bouncing on the spot.

“You had an episode last time he set a fire in the couch, Virgil, and that’s considerably more destructive than the fire,” Janus explained gently and squatted down to look at Virgil in the eye.

“I can deal with it better now,” Virgil replied, looking away and pulling at his pointer finger. He twisted at it and stared at the floor.

“Liar,” Remus shot and leaned off the couch to ruffle Virgil’s hair. Virgil peered up at him and pouted angrily and held his finger over his lips.

“Go play in the yard until the food gets here. You can start fires out there where Virgil can’t accidentally destroy my things. There is a car out back you haven’t fully eradicated,” Janus explained, holding out a hand for Virgil. Virgil took it carefully, and Janus helped him off the floor.

“I thought one of Remus’s demons ate it,” Virgil stated, peering to the back door.

“It’s chewed up but still present. I’ll get you a school bus to wreck next time if you keep your rooms picked up for a week,” Janus smiled and walked to the exit.

“Yeah!” Virgil cheered with his arms in the air. “Fuck school!” He cried victoriously and hopped as they left the sitting area.

“Woo!” Remus roared and tumbled off the rear of the couch to follow them. Janus held open the back door, and Virgil and Remus barreled into the yard. Remus created a giant boar demon with tentacles of black goop, which started thrashing around the car. Janus leaned against the house and watched them play. Virgil stayed back nervously while the boar demolished the sedan.

“Share with your brother,” Janus ordered, and the boar stopped attacking the vehicle and ran up to Remus instead. It picked up Remus and set him on its back. Remus had a ring of black goo around his torso from the contact and played with it between his fingers.

“Go for it, Virgey!” Remus said, clapping and then being distracted by the lines of goop between his palms when he pulled away. He clapped a few more times to play with the goop.

“I dunno, what if I can’t control it again?” Virgil grumbled with an ashamed expression. He shoved his hands into his pocket and kicked at the dirt.

“We’re here to help. It’s better to use it than let it build up,” Janus responded reassuringly. Virgil chewed his lip for a moment before turning to the crunched up sedan. Thick black shadows engulfed the car and in a twisting motion. The shadows shifted into a beast with thousands of eyes, and there was a strident crunching sound that echoed through the air. Virgil raised his hand shakily, and the demon disintegrated, leaving behind crushed and decimated parts of a machine where it once stood.

“I did it!” Virgil beamed and leaped up and down with his fists balled in excitement.

“Good job, Virgil,” Janus clapped with a light smile. Virgil made a proud expression and stood up straighter. He dusted off his shirt and beamed at Janus.

“Race me!” Remus challenged from on top of the boar, waving at Virgil with gooey hands.

“You always cheat!” Virgil shot angrily, the proper posture disappearing in an instant. Virgil curled into his regular slouch and glared at Remus.

“It’s not cheating if there’re no rules!” Remus crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue.

“Give Virgil a head start,” Janus demanded, offering them a compromise.

“That’s not fair,” Remus whined. Virgil closed his eyes and strained for a minute. Smoke rose from the earth and condensed into an iridescent dragon with eight eyes. The dragon roared and stretched out its wings. Virgil leaned to the side to examine it anxiously, confirming it wasn’t rouge before he mounted it and held its neck for balance.

“There’s no fairness with no rules, either. He’s younger than you, and needs the help occasionally,” Janus reminded Remus, walking up to the snarling angry boar and Remus on top of it. The dragon strode over towards the boar and Virgil watched the beast with concern. “I’m sure you’ll do fine even with a head start. Both of you keep it to the ground, please,” The boar stopped growling and Remus nodded with a delighted face.

“’Kay,” Virgil and Remus called out as the boar and dragon stampeded over to the mangled remains of the car.

“3-2-1, Go, V!” Remus barked, and the dragon bolted off, Virgil gripping tight with a determined expression. “3-2-1, Go, me!” Remus yelled, and the boar charged off. They dashed across the yard, yelling at each other as obstacles appeared and disappeared. They nearly hit the electrified fence line and turned around in a skid, Remus gaining on the pile that was once a car, but Virgil’s dragon ducked low to the ground and caught up. Remus peered down to Virgil’s stoked face and jettisoned forward with a pressurized stream of ooze. He just barely managed to win with his goo jetpack.

“In your face!” Remus cackled and Virgil punched him off the boar in response. The boar disappeared when Remus hit the ground.

“I win!” Virgil announced proudly, the dragon stepping on Remus and pinning him down. Remus rolled his eyes. He wrapped himself in bubbling darkness briefly and a giant muscle-bound creature took his place, pushing the dragon off. The dragon started snarling and thrashing, and it terrified Virgil, holding tight and trying not to get thrown off.

“Wait, no, V, it’s okay!” Remus pleaded. The creature held up its hands and melted down to reveal Remus with the same pose. Remus pulled Virgil off the dragon with a desperate expression. Virgil tumbled to the dirt and held his hands over his mouth as he watched the dragon take off into the yard, jumping around wildly and spitting flames. Janus moved from a dead stop into a sprint towards the dragon and shifted into a massive golden dragon twice its size. Janus pinned Virgil’s rouge dragon down with their forelegs as it lashed out.

“Virgil, I’ve got it,” Janus shouted forcefully, the voice booming across the yard. “You can do this, take back control,” The black dragon thrashed about beneath Janus’s giant claws but couldn’t escape. Janus had to struggle to keep it pinned, but eventually, it dissipated underneath them into smoke and Janus’s massive claws hit the dirt beneath it. Janus flew over to the boys and turned back, taking Virgil’s small trembling hand. “You did a marvelous job getting it away from you and sending it off,” Virgil nodded and gripped on to Janus’s cloak fearfully. Janus held Virgil’s head and frowned at him as he shivered.

“Is the food here yet?” Remus inquired hopefully, putting his palm on Virgil’s back for comfort. Janus used their other hand to check the alerts on their phone.

“Yes, it’s been dropped off. Do you want to come with me?” Janus smiled tenderly at Virgil and Remus. Virgil nodded slightly and Remus shook the dirt off of himself.

Janus bent down to pick up Virgil and carry him. Virgil held on to Janus’s cloak still, but he was breathing easier and shaking less. Remus jumped on Janus’s back, clinging with a grin. Janus shifted another pair of arms to hold him. Janus shot a concerned gaze to them both before heading inside. Janus walked back through the house and into the compound quietly, and Virgil settled down further in their arms. Remus’s head bobbed side to side, thinking about food, but otherwise stayed still. Janus shifted other hands as needed to traverse the complex way to their delivery. They walked out the front and down the path that led to the towering concrete outer wall.

“Would one of you want to grab it, or should I?” Janus prompted, facing Remus on their shoulder expectantly.

“I’ll get it!” Remus agreed to get the food with a wide smile. He held out his hand and focused outside of the wall. A massive salamander-type beast came crawling over the barrier with a bag of delivery in its mouth a minute later. “Why didn’t we go out to eat today?” Remus glanced to Janus as the salamander walked over to their side.

“I’m working on more plans at the moment. How would you two like to dismantle city hall brick by brick?” Janus offered airily with a mischievous grin.

“That sounds fun!” Virgil chirped cheerfully, nodding as he released Janus’s cloak.

“I love wreckin’ stuff,” Remus declared, punching into his open palm and grinding his fist in. Virgil made a subdued explosion noise and mimed it with his hands.

“You’re my favourite little distractions,” Janus shifted another arm to hold open the trap door for the salamander to go back inside the compound.

“Did you learn anything fun today?” Janus inquired as he walked in after the salamander.

“I learned about dragons,” Virgil nodded, expressing satisfaction. “I don’t know what he did,” He motioned to Remus with his head.

“Projectile bombs,” Remus crawled up on Janus’s back and put his head on Janus’s shoulder. “It’s not that useful, but I did have lots of fun,” He grinned and bounced in Janus’s arms.

“Remus blew up the library, so I accidentally attacked him,” Virgil admitted sheepishly, glancing up to Janus through his bangs.

“He looks fine,” Janus punctuated their statement with a small shrug. Remus snickered to himself. Virgil made a face at Remus briefly, but it dropped into guilt after a second.

“It was just a shadow demon,” Virgil replied quietly, poking his pointer fingers together.

“Virgil choked me out!” Remus smiled and shifted up to wrap his arms around Janus’s neck.

“I managed to get it to stop. Remus coughed a little, but it wasn’t that long,” Virgil mumbled guiltily.

“Warn your brother the next time you’re going to study something that could spook him, please. And do practice that kind of thing in a training room so you don’t actually destroy the library. Did you study anything useful?” Janus continued, stroking Virgil’s hair to calm him down. Virgil stared down and pulled at his bangs.

“I think the dragons are useful,” Virgil folded his arms and nodded, peering up to Janus.

“I’ve been learning how to pick locks,” Remus announced cheerily, melting over Janus’s shoulder. The salamander climbed up onto the table and melted into nothing, dropping the bag of food in the middle of the dinner table.

“You’re a cool dragon,” Virgil complimented Janus with a happier tone and jumped out of their arms.

“Thankss,” Janus hissed with a morphed reptile tongue flicking out. Virgil giggled as he climbed up onto the step stool to wash his hands at the sink. “Which lock have you been training on?” Janus turned their head to Remus, who was looking thrilled about the food over Janus’s shoulder.

“I’ve been practicing creating the picks, doing stuff that small and specific is hard. They keep slithering off,” Remus rolled over Janus’s shoulder to jump off of Janus. He landed on the floor and hopped into a chair at the table.

“Remus, hold on, when is the last time you washed your hands?” Janus stopped Remus before he fully sat down. Remus groaned dramatically and got up, heading to the sink. Virgil was smug as he dried his hands and went to go sit at the table. “How about you, Virgil, can you make small things?” Janus turned to look at him.

“Mine are shaped right, but they usually attack. Making stuff that isn’t alive is hard,” Virgil grumbled, shaking his head. Remus washed his hands, producing various upset noises next to Janus.

“You made a very convincing lasagna the other day. I wasn’t aware it was an illusion until I bit in and it tasted of raspberry pie,” Janus complimented and washed their hands after Remus hopped off the stool to dry his hands.

“The cheese turned into a demon and tried to eat the couch, though,” Virgil muttered, leaning on one arm and drumming his fingers on the table.

“Sometimes cheese monsters try to eat couches,” Remus shrugged dismissively. “It’s a fact of life,” He sat back up in the chair again and Janus pulled out the food containers with multiple hands, placing them in front of Virgil and Remus after confirming the contents quickly. Janus sat at the table with the boys and pulled their container close.

“If you morphed your hand into lasagna, could I eat it and it be lasagna and you can just morph a new hand?” Remus pestered Janus, cracking open the top and picking up his burger to eat immediately. Virgil picked up his grilled cheese and studied Janus curiously, tilting his head and examining Janus’s hand.

“You would have bitten a chunk out of me, Remus. I do have nerves. I don’t desire to test if it would actually be lasagna,” Janus refused outright and opened their food container of steak and vegetables. They picked up the steak and ate a bite out of it with sharp carnivorous teeth. Virgil giggled and also attacked his grilled cheese, fake gnawing on it before taking a real bite.

“Boo. So are we gonna fuck anything up soon, dadceit?” Remus glanced up expectantly, taking a large bite of his burger and shoving a French fry in his mouth.

“I suppose we could hit another bank before my plans that involve city hall. There are hundreds of them,” Janus replied airily, waving their other hand in the air.

“Did… um… Ro say if he was coming over anytime soon?” Virgil pleaded hopefully, picking at a fry.

“He hasn’t called,” Janus responded off-handedly and faced away. Virgil’s face fell, and he continued picking apart a fry.

“You’ll probably see him if he doesn’t realize it’s us as the bank,” Remus grumbled. “We can go as different villains or awesome raptors,” He suggested with a scheming expression.

“I don’t wanna trick him into fighting us…” Virgil muttered, picking at his grilled cheese now, tearing off tiny pieces. “You can call and pretend to be his mom or something?” Virgil suggested, staring pleadingly at Janus. “Then it won’t be weird? I only wanna know when he might come. I mean, it would be weird if somebody who knows him didn’t call after a while, right?” Virgil rambled slightly, making excuses and hoping Janus would say yes.

“If it would make you feel better. I do love Remus’s raptor-driven bank heist idea, though. Do you two think you make a herd? It would be delightfully anti-society,” Janus purred and took another bite of steak.

“We can try!” Remus declared before ramming a handful of fries in his mouth.

“Let us practice it first. But, I appreciate the enthusiasm,” Janus smiled softly at Remus and nodded. “Quit picking at your food and eat it, Virgil. I’ll call Roman to see if he wants to schedule a visit,” Janus added, their tone somewhat exasperated, but not agitated.

“I think I saw on the news that he’s figured out flying,” Virgil responded brightly, grinning. “Maybe he’ll show us!” He added, miming flying off with a fry.

“We can figure it out ourselves,” Remus scowled at Virgil, picking up the plastic silverware and pulling out the knife.

“Yes, you’ve had so much success. Just keep practicing near the ground, please,” Janus sighed, shaking their head.

“Stupid Judgement prolly showed him how,” Remus mumbled, stabbing at his fries with a plastic knife and eating them off the end.

“Judgement has wings, and I’m pretty certain they’re magic. I looked it up ‘cause I wanted wings and I’m positive he’s breaking the laws of physics,” Virgil objected, dipping his fries into a cup of tomato soup.

“Yes, he couldn’t take a punch as well as he does with hollow bones. It was good to look that up. Judgement and Rumination both have some magic bullshit going on, that’s very astute,” Janus complimented Virgil, and he smiled brightly and blushed a little. Janus got an alert and checked their phone. “Ah, well, we do have a visitor today, even if it’s not Roman,” Janus announced blithely, smiling at their screen.

“Is it Remy?” Remus demanded eagerly, stabbing directly through his burger.

“Yes,” Janus disarmed the traps at the secret entrance. “Fae must be bored. Finish your dinner and make a bouncy castle or something,” Janus requested, taking another bite out of his steak. Virgil and Remus excitedly returned to eating. “Don’t forget to breathe,” Janus reminded them. They both took a deep, sarcastic breath. Janus rolled their eyes at the pair and they continued to eat much too quickly. Janus leaned on their elbow and lazily finished their steak.

“Babes!” Remy exclaimed as fae walked into the kitchen. Virgil ate his last bite of grilled cheese at the same time.

“Remy!” Virgil and Remus cheered, both through mouths of food.

“Hello, darling. Let the boys finish eating and they’ll entertain you,” Janus told faer, picking up a roasted broccoli floret to eat.

“We’re gonna create a bouncy castle!” Remus announced as if it was a summer blockbuster film, making his voice as deep as he could.

“Nice. Is it going to attack me?” Remy smirked playfully and swiped one of Virgil’s fries as fae sat between Janus and Virgil at the dinner table.

“Almost certainly,” Janus warned faer blithely. “It’s half the fun. We’ll bring knives to pop the balloons,” Janus recommended lightly while Remy stole another fry.

“Are y’all still working on non-living illusions?” Remy leaned into the dinner table and plundered some of Janus’s food as well.

“Yeah, they’re hard,” Virgil nodded sagely, pulling his mouth to the side.

“You’ll get the hang of it. Roman seems to be doing okay,” Remy commented and flipped faer hand. Remus pouted angrily, knocking his fist on the table. Janus exhaled in annoyance at Remus’s outburst.

“Yeah! I want to learn how he flies!” Virgil told faer excitedly, raising his hands in the air.

“Can you guys make invisible illusions?” Remy proposed and hijacked more of Virgil’s fries. Fae also dipped one in the tomato soup.

“Um… Hm…” Virgil thought hard and held out his hands. Virgil strained his face with the effort, scrunching it up tightly while he made the attempt. A small line of blood dripped from his nose.

“That’s enough of that, Virgil,” Janus warned him, and Virgil stopped and exhaled harshly.

“Here,” Virgil said, holding out his opened palm. Remy reached in the air twice before fae picked up an invisible rod. Fae squeezed along the shaft curiously.

“Oh, you did it! Send it away before it kills me,” Remy requested and handed it back to Virgil. He tapped it and Remy returned to Virgil’s fries. Virgil wiped his nose on his sleeve and sniffed.

“Why do you ask?” Janus pushed the rest of their food in front of Remy. Remy happily started eating it.

“Maybe Roman uses an invisible flying disk or something and controls it with enough force to lift him. He’s better at making illusions fly despite physics than you two. Or possibly, like, a giant invisible pterodactyl. His flying doesn’t look that natural in person,” Remy suggested, but fae was much more interested in the food.

“Ro didn’t attack you, did he?” Remus accused Roman, feeling incredibly betrayed.

“Nah, you know he doesn’t do that. I wasn’t wreaking any havoc today, anyway. I only reorganized a department store and went to my favourite coffee shop. Ro came out when somebody called in an appearance. But it’s not like I was doing anything wrong. He left me alone. They love me at that coffee shop,” Remy shrugged, taking more roasted vegetables from Janus’s container.

“You tip in bundles of twenties, of course they love you,” Janus chuckled, leaning back in the chair and crossing their arms.

“You can finish my fries,” Virgil informed Remy, pushing his box towards faer.

“Let’s not make anything else invisible until you can make inanimate things more consistently,” Janus warned them, getting up to wash their hands again to remove the food remnants. Remy picked up the takeout container and drank the fries, tilting them into faer face. “Try to practice some more before bed,” Janus told Virgil and Remus over their shoulder as they washed their hands.

“But I want to make an invisible flying pterodactyl,” Remus moaned sullenly. “Virgil got to make something,” Remus pointed to Virgil with a large pout on his face.

“What did you make, Virgil?” Remy asked, chewing the fries.

“I imagined a cursed staff, I dunno what actually came out,” Virgil shrugged and made an unsure expression. He eyed Remy up and down, but saw nothing weird.

“Do you feel cursed, Remy?” Janus inquired mildly and dried their hands on the towel.

“Nah, no more than usual,” Remy responded after examining faer hands for a second and swallowing the wad of fries.

“No, it was supposed to fire curses, I wouldn’t have cursed Remy,” Virgil protested, pouting out his lower lip at Janus.

“I appreciate that. Go make that giant fucking bouncy castle, me and D will be right out,” Remy pat Virgil on the shoulder, pointed to the exit with faer thumb over faer shoulder.

“Come on, Remus!” Virgil nearly shouted, hopping off the dining room chair and running to the back door. Remus cheered and chased after him. Janus sat back down at the table after watching them slam the door shut.

“Do I owe the pleasure of this visit to anything?” Janus entwined together their fingers and rested their head on the bridge they formed, propped up on their elbows.

“Bored,” Remy replied plainly, eating the last of the remaining food. “Perhaps some pleasure later if the mood hits me,” Fae winked at Janus. Janus chuckled and rolled their eyes in response.

“Let’s grab some steak knives and join them before one of them kills the other,” Janus requested after a moment and stood up to head into the kitchen.

“You’re still okay with the whole ‘dad’ thing? I’d think it’d get irritating after a while,” Remy’s tone was blithe and fae got up to follow after Janus. “Though, I’m not sure those two couldn’t be boring if they tried,” Remy snickered to himself and wiped off faer mouth on a napkin.

“They’re very useful, despite all the chaos and hallucinated murder beasts trying to kill us,” Janus’s tone was completely unconcerned. “Would you rather they be back on the streets?” They asked, eyeing Remy judgmentally.

“It was fun when they were terrorizing the boulevards, but I suppose I like the little bastards too much to let ‘em die,” Remy grinned, standing up from the table, wiping off faer hands on the napkin.

“I think they’re almost there. I do wish Roman would come by and help them,” Janus crossed their arms and looked out the window to the bouncy castle monstrosity wobbling violently.

“He’s probably wired differently from them. He had it just as bad as them, and then something clicked and suddenly he’s a badass. I can’t believe how dumb Judgement and Rumination are that they haven’t notice that they’re getting help from a dragons damn 12-year-old,” Remy laughed, pulling a knife out of a block and tossing it at Janus. Janus caught it and Remy pulled one for faeself.

“I mean they’re heroes, Remy, of course, they’re idiots,” Janus sighed dramatically, shaking their head in disappointment.

“Are you calling Ro an idiot?” Remy arched an eyebrow and opened the rear door.

“He’s a child, he doesn’t understand how complex things are. He’ll come back when he realizes I’m correct,” Janus waved the knife in a circle before spinning it in their hand.

Remus and Virgil were whooping with laughter as they bounced inside, the house wobbling violently from all the motions. Remy climbed in, followed closely by Janus. Remy shouted as fae dropped down and bounded back up to standing, holding the knife between faer teeth. Fae cackled and ricocheted off the walls while Remus and Virgil cheered faer on. Janus wobbled on the uneven ground at first, but once they got used to the motion, they joined the children who were shrieking in delight as they jumped around.

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more-incorect-quotes · 5 years ago

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[Remy walks past in a pink shirt]

Virgil: Remy is wearing pink, Remy is wearing pink!

Deceit: Are we sure it’s not just a white shirt that’s been bloodied in a motorcycle crash?

Remus: Maybe it wasn’t him. Does he have a twin brother?

Deceit: If Remy had a twin he would’ve eaten him in the womb.

Virgil: Wait, hold it, stop. How come none of you teased him about it?

Remus: It’s Remy, he’s scary.

Virgil: You guys are unbelievable! I once wore a shirt with a splash of purple and you guys called me “Mister Grapes” for two weeks!

#incorrect sander sides #ts incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #tw deceit #villain deceit #the dark sides #remy sanders

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icequeenoriginal · 6 years ago

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Maybe an AU where Bowceit actually succeeds and marries Patton? The kingdoms merge due to the marriage, and Logan and Virgil must flee to Roman's kingdom (Which is most likely in a war with Bowceit, due to the new power he's gained) to find a way to save the mushroom kingdom and Patton. (I also imagined Patton bonding a bit with the danger noodles :P)

Warning: Kidnapping, fighting, death, fear, nightmares, tied up and gagged, Deceit, crying, self-depreciation, arguing, fighting, cursing, panic attacks, murder, blood, injuries, falling, nightmare, forced marriage (please let me know if I forgot anything)

Note: I can’t believe how long this turned out. This was so fun to write, I even gave it a title! Thank you so much for the prompt. As always the Mario AU belongs to @sugarglider9603 and I hope you enjoy it

Ships: Prinxiety, Logicality, Reciet

This can’t be happening…

“By the power vested in me…”

Why wasn’t he here?

“I now pronounce you…”

Don’t say it…please…

“Man and Husband!”

All the color drained from Patton’s face. He shook his head as much as he could, be that he was tied up and all, but it was fruitless. The Koopa had said the words, he was married to Bowceit. Logan didn’t save him, he was alone.

“NO!” Both Patton and Bowceit turned to see Logan and Virgil at the now open chapel door. When was that opened? Patton and Logan stared desperately at one another and Bowceit laughed like a maniac.

“YOU”RE TOO LATE! I WON! HE’S MINE!” Again, Patton began to struggle, he wanted out. He wanted to go home with his boyfriend as they always did. He wanted to go make a cake as a thank you like every other time.

But this wasn’t like any other time, Patton was forced to remind himself. Logan didn’t make it in time.

“BOWCEIT!” Logan shouted desperately “I’M GOING TO–”

“You’re going to what?!” Bowceit barked back “Beat me up?! Why bother?! I won! I won! You lost!”

Patton began to cry, and, though it was muffled by the gag, that broke Logan. Tears struck his own eyes and Logan wiped them away as fast as he could. He had promised Patton that he would always save him…and he failed.

Bowceit had never been happier in his entire life. He had gotten exactly what he wanted. Pulling on a lever he had never touched before, the floor under Patton and himself rose so quickly that Logan and Virgil didn’t have any time to react. It brought them to Bowceit’s airship, his untouched honeymoon airship to be exact. Again, Logan cursed himself for being too slow to react.

He and Virgil ran as fast they could out of the castle and after the airship.

Hold on Patton, I’m going to fix this, I promise.

…

Logan and Virgil arrived in the Mushroom Kingdom just as Bowceit began to make his announcement.

“CITIZENS OF THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM! AS SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW, PRINCE PATTON AND I HAVE FINALLY TIED THE KNOT!” The citizens whispered in disbelief, annoying Bowceit. He pulled Patton up by the rope and showed off the ring on Patton’s finger.

The citizens all gasped in unison, some turning to glare at a heartbroken Logan and a terrified Virgil.

“THAT’S RIGHT! NOW BOW TO YOUR NEW KINGS!” Patton was dropped to the ground and began to shake. Bowceit was crazed and it nothing terrified Patton more.

The citizens were so unsure of what to do. Yet slowly, one by one, they bowed to him. All but Logan and Virgil who were stunned to see it happen.

Bowceit smirked, he lived for this. “Excellent. Now, my first act as king. I want those two plumbers brought to me.”

Logan couldn’t help but groan.

“The one who brings them to me will be reward very handsomely. Doesn’t matter if they’re dead or alive.”

The Thomases and Talyns turned and stared at Logan, unsure of what to do. Virgil gripped onto the back of Logan’s shirt.

“What do we do?!” He whispered, the fear dripping out of his mouth.

Logan clenched his fist. His friends, the people he protected, were walking towards him ready to attack. They were surrounded on all sides. Logan glanced up to see the smug look on Bowceit’s face.

“The only thing we can do.” He threw down a fireball he almost forgot he had, clearing a path and grabbed Virgil’s hand “Run.”

… …

Virgil felt like his heart was trying to break through his chest. Everything was happening way too fast for him. His entire world was shattering. Patton was gone, probably forever. He could tell Logan was numb, heartbroken. He looked over his shoulder just inside to see their old house and business be trampled by not only Koopas but Thomases and Talyns.

Virgil had to choke down a sob.

They reached a familiar bridge and Logan threw Virgil to the other side. logan jumped across and tried to pull up the bridge but Bowceit’s minions held it down. Virgil curled up into a ball, they were going to be taken by Bowceit. They would be locked away in cells and would never see the light of day again. He would never see…

An orange figure flipped over both Logan and Virgil and landed between then and the minions.

“ROMAN?!” Logan shouted, making Virgil look up. He smiled through his tears, his love was here. Then the feat settled in, his love was here.

Roman pointed his sword, causing the mob to come to a standstill. No one messed with Prince Roman of Sarasaland. No one.

“Go to my castle. Now.” Virgil wanted to protest, he did not like the idea of Roman being alone with the mob but Logan covers his mouth before he could.

Roman didn’t turn around but he knew how serious he was. He dragged Virgil all the way to the castle easily ignoring his brother’s protests.

Roman spoke firmly “Halt! You are trespassing into Sarasaland! Anyone who crosses this bridge will be arrested immediately! Anyone who tries to take either of these two men out of my kingdom will have to deal with me personally! No one is crossing this bridge! Consider Sarasaland closed!”

The mob raised their hands in surrender and turned back, even the most loyal of Bowceit’s minions. In under a minute, all that could be heard are retreating footsteps, air propellers, and Roman’s own breathing.

Roman looked up to see Bowceit’s airship with absolute malice. He couldn’t see Patton, only Bowceit glaring at him.

The tension was thick as they had their impromptu staring contest. It seemed like nothing would end it until Bowceit blinked.

Roman smirked, “You blinked, I win.”

Bowceit sucked in his breath and turned his ship around. In the back window, Roman saw Patton leaning against it, shouting help me.

Roman mouthed “I will.”

… … …e

Roman marched into his castle, clearly heated. He walked right to his war room, where he knew Logan and Virgil were waiting for him. He threw his sword onto the table and gripped onto the chair in front of him as if he was afraid to sit down.

Virgil knew Roman mad. He didn’t blame him. They failed, they lost, Roman’s best friend is gone. He figured Roman would dump him, if not kill him.

“How could you have lost?!” Roman’s words were directed at Logan, cold and heartless.

Logan snapped back “It wasn’t like we intended to!”

“You never lose! Why didn’t you get there on time?!”

“We tried! And you’re one to talk, you didn’t even go and try to help!”

Roman walked up to Logan, inches separated them “I stayed behind like you always make me. If I had known, we wouldn’t even be in this situation.”

“Oh give it a rest with that high and mighty bullshit Roman.”

“Fuck off Logan!”

“STOP FIGHTING!” The two stopped and went to comfort Virgil who was now crying and shaking. He hated this, he wanted this to be over.

“Oh my love, I’m sorry for scaring you.” Roman gently kissed his cheek

“Just…don’t fight…I can’t lose you two either…”

Roman rubbed head before walking over to his map “Don’t worry Mi Amor. We’ll fix this.” Logan rubbed circles and watched as Roman began to sketch out a plane. It was odd…Roman never waited out one of Virgil’s panic attacks. He once delayed a kingdom parade to calm Virgil down with the number of people there.

He shook it off, Roman was focusing on Patton now, that was the only reason.

A Talyn knocked on the door and Roman let them in. They handed Roman a letter before leaving quickly, the look of disappointment was obvious on their face. That hurt both Logan and Virgil.

Roman read over the letter with a scowl. He simply placed it down with a sigh and went back to work.

Virgil whipped his teas and spoke firmly “What does the letter say, Ro?”

Roman didn’t try to fight him “Bowceit wants me to come to the Mushroom Kingdom for a meeting, tomorrow. ‘Neutral location’ as he put it.”

Virgil stood up “You’re not going.”

“Yes I am, you’re not changing my mind. And I know what you’re going to say next and yes, of course, I know this is definitely a trap but I need to see if Patton’s okay. I’ll bring two Thomases and two Talyns.”

Virgil shook his head “Not good enough.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed “Three then.”

Logan cleared throat, knowing they would go at this all night, going back and forth with numbers “If I may.” Their heads snap to him, making him take a sudden step back “This gives me an idea.”

“Oh? How so Specs?”

“To be Bowceit, we need power-ups. Most of which are at Patton’s castle. We need them here. Plus any info on Patton’s location would be pleasant.”

Virgil groans “Ugh, fine you’re both right.” Virgil pointed at Roman “One hour, you’re not back by then I’m going to go get you.”

“I’ll be back in thirty then.”

…an…

Patton passed around Bowceit’s–his–theirs–the bedroom, trying to calm him down. he tried to imitate the breathing exercises Logan did with Virgil but he couldn’t get himself to relax. This is the worst nightmare come true. He was married to Bowceit, the ring on his finger practically burned. He wanted out, he wanted to go home, he wanted Logan.

Bowceit Jr slithered in happily, followed by the other danger noodles “Mr. P–Papa!”

Patton flinched at the name, he didn’t want to be their father because that meant he was married to Bowceit, something he really didn’t want.

The danger noodles surrounded them, grins were spread over their faces. Wendy placed her head on Patton’s leg “Can we play a game?”

Patton managed to stammer our “P-Play…?”

Roy bounced up and down “Yes! Now that you’re our other dad, we can do that all the time.”

Patton pondered over it, he had done nothing but be in this room the entire time he was here. What else was he going to do? Bowceit was never going to let him go, he couldn’t escape.

Patton put on his best fake smile “Of course, let’s play.”

…up…

Roman walked through the Mushroom Kingdom with his head held high. He couldn’t look at the citizens. They looked at him for answers he could never provide. His people looked at their once friends with fear that they would be attacked. These people used to praise his nightingale and now they wanted to kill him.

Roman had never felt this broken.

He arrived at the Patton’s castle and was practically slapped with how different it was. There was no music, no smell of fresh baked cookies, and no Thomases and Talyns running around happily. They stood to the sides and watched Roman’s every move. Bowceit was lounging in Patton’s throne, making Roman’s stomach turn. He hated every part of this.

Bowceit barked out a laugh “Did you bring your entire kingdom with you?”

Roman’s stern expression did not falter “My boyfriend felt it would be best if I had some company with me.”

Bowceit rolled his eyes “Of course he would, paranoid as he is. This is supposed to be a private meeting.”

“They will be in the other room.” Roman waved them away. The Thomas closest to Roman was the most hesitate to leave but Roman only whispered that it was okay. Just stick to the plan.

Roman watched them all leave, making sure nothing happened to them before turning back to Bowceit “Will Patton be join us?”

Bowceit chuckled “Sorry, my husband” Roman whined at the title “is spending time with our children. You know after all these years, it seems he barely knows them–”

Roman cut him off “You called me here!” Roman took a deep breath “You asked me to come here, so state your business.”

“I was looking through Patton’s papers” he waved to the mess in front of them, the only space separating them. He picked up one of the discarded pieces of paper “And found this little old treaty between the Mushroom Kingdom and Sarasaland. I figured since, now that my kingdom is combined with Patton, figured that means the treaty extends to me. Meaning if I were to ask for specific people to be handed over, you would be compelled to give me what I want.”

Bowceit had a plan. He was going to push every button he could on Roman to make him snap. Then he would arrest Roman and those pesky plumbers would come running and he would have everything he wanted.

But, Roman only smiled “If you read those papers…then you must have read the ones about the Mushroom Kingdom’s marriage laws.” Bowceit’s eyes widen, making Roman’s smirk grow “How both people need to say I do, or yes, or some kind of form of consent or that marriage is invalid. You surely didn’t miss it, considering Patton wrote it just for you.”

Bowceit growled “I’ll give you one last chance. You join me and you’ll see Patton every day. I really don’t mind having two husbands.”

Thomas walked back in and gave Roman a thumbs up, turning the prince’s smile into a smirk. “We’re done here Bowceit.” Roman took his spot between the nearest Thomas and Talyn and they headed to the door. They just needed to get out of the castle.

Bowceit let out are a hard laugh “Nice power-ups you got there. Don’t you know stealing is against the law here?”

The Thomases and Talyns froze, Roman leaned down to grab an ice flower

“My minions! Arrest them!”

Roman turned around and shot a few iceballs at Bowceit. “RETREAT!”

Bowceit pulled the nearest Koopa close and whispered “DO whatever you want to his subjects, but I want prince Roman alive”

The Thomases and Talyns, most were from Roman’s kingdom but some were ones that switched sides, run as quickly as they could, their prince staying in the back to make sure they all crossed the border.

A Piranha Plant suddenly appeared in front of Roman, wrapping itself around him, attempting to squeeze the life out of him.

Roman gasped for air and in shock as Bowceit closed in on him. What were they going to do now?!

A purple figured appeared and squashed the Piranha Plant. Virgil caught Roman before he could hit the ground.

“Virgil?!” Roman gasped out “What are you doing here?!”

“When was the last time I let you go somewhere dangerous without me following you?” Behind him, Logan was helping any Thomases and Talyns who had the unfortunate fate of being caught by a trap or Koopa

“Fair point.” A Bullet Bill barely missed them and they shared a look that said: “we need to keep moving”.

They ran as fast they could to the border once again, only this time all three of them were carrying as many Thomases and Talyns as they could. Once Roman made it across, he used all of the ice flower’s power to create an ice wall to permanently closing the bridge between the two kingdoms.

But Bowceit wasn’t going to be stopped this time. He flew his airship over the wall.“Sorry little prince, but it looks like–”

“I DECLARE WAR!”

Everyone’s head turned to Roman. Vigil swore he saw a sweat fall down Roman’s face, Roman never sweat.

“I declare war on your kingdom! Let us settle this once and for all.”

“I accept! We start at–”

“DON’T INTERRUPT ME! The Mushroom Kingdom is off-limits! It will be a place for my people, Patton’s and even yours to stay if they do not want to join. Winner takes all.”

Bowceit was actually frightened by Roman’s sudden shouting, but he was not going to back down “I agree to your terms, only if you agree with mine. It will be one battle, tomorrow. If you can get through all my minions, get to my castle and find Patton, you win. I do all of that and find you, I win. Deal? it’ll be like capture the flag.”

Logan gapped at him “Do you think this is a game?”

“Do you agree?!”

“Fine! Fine! I agree!”

“Ro! No!”

Bowceit smirked “Wonderful, now if you’ll excuse me, I have a war to prepare for.” Bowceit flew off in his ship.

Logan growled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing Roman?!”

Roman only glared “Ending this, like you should have.” Roman walked off to his castle, to prepare for the fight of his life.

…Lo…ke…

Patton was truly having fun with the danger noodles. They were cute, fun and nothing like their father. They let him bake for them, sew little outfits and they even sang and dance with him.

It didn’t make him forget about his true family. Oh, how he missed them. He wondered what they were doing at this moment. he selfishly hoped it was another rescue attempt.

His fantasies of being back in Logan’s arms were interrupted by a knock on the door. Panic settled in Patton, Bowceit was back.

A Koopa spoke from behind the door “Your majesty, there is someone here to see you.”

“O-Oh…? See them in…p-please…” Patton held his breath as the door open then let out the biggest sigh of relief “JOAN!”Joan embarrassed their friend happily “Good to see you, Pat, everyone’s been so worried.”

“ I’m okay, really. What are you doing here?”

Joan frowned “Bowceit summoned me to come and talk, but I told him I wasn’t going to do anything until I saw you.”

Patton smiled and held Joan as best as he could.

“Listen Pat.” Joan pulled back and said scared “Things are not looking good, Ro declared war on Bowceit, Lo and Virg are war criminals and I got a bunch of scared non-binary beans at my mansion.”

“WAR?!”

Joan shushed him “Look, look, just stay calm. There isn’t anything you can do but stay put and keep those snack children safe. I got to go, don’t stop hoping.”

Patton’s knee graciously waited until Joan was out of the room to give out and he cried into his hands.

… … Logan … …

Royal Joan Boo floated into Bowceit’s war room, completely done with everything that happened. It was too much drama for them.

Bowceit smirked when he saw Joan “Joan welcome!”

“What the fuck do you want? You know I don’t like waking up, like at all.”

Bowceit rolled his eyes “I’m aware. I’ll keep it short. I want to enlist your help in winning this war tomorrow. I think we would both benefit. You could talk to Roman and no fighting will even take place. So what do you say?”

“What do I say? I say fuck off. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m not going to help you, I’m going to go to bed and that’s that.”Joan flew out the window before Bowceit had time to protest.

Bowceit scoffed and summoned three Flying Koopas “Follow them. See where they go.”

The Koopas nodded and flew out, thinking they were unnoticed. Joan shook their head and flew straight to their manor, slamming the window shut.

“What did he want?”

Joan rolled their eyes “What do you think? He wanted me to help him, just like Roman thought. You can come out, by the way, they can’t see me. One even went back to tell Bowceit that I came straight here.” It paid to be able to sense any and all souls.

Virgil stepped out of the darkness and rubbed his face in distress. “Of course… This is insanity.” Vergil sighed “Thanks for doing that when you could have just ignored the letter

“Oh, V…we both know he doesn’t take no for an answer.”

Virgil let out a half-hearted laugh “Well thanks…I’m going to leave before this conversation gets any more awkward.” Virgil turned and headed for the door

Joan floated in front of him “Woah! Woah! Didn’t I just tell you there are Koopas watching the manor.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow “I can take on a couple Koopas with my eyes closed. You know this.”

Joan sighed and pulled out a letter from their coat pocket.

Virgil groan “Please tell me that’s not a letter from Roman telling you to make sure I stay here.”

“It’s not a letter from Roman telling me to make sure you stay here.”

Virgil took the letter as his eyes prepared to roll.

Dearest Virgil,

If you’re reading this then you tried to leave Joan’s manor after they return from seeing Bowceit. Or maybe not and you’re just standing there assuming what this letter says with an adorable pout on your face. Either way, please just do as I ask and stay there. I’m not going to pretend that tomorrow isn’t going to be hell and bad things are definitely going to happen. I’ll feel better if I know you’re safe, so would Logan. Please do this, you can yell at me after the battle is over.

I love you,

Roman

Why did he love this man again?

Virgil sighed “Joan, we agreed that we are co-owners of this mansion right?”

“We did.”

“So that means I own everything in this mansion?”

“I’m not using it anytime soon.”

“Including a mao hat shows all the secret exits of the mansion?”

Joan smirked, “You are absolutely right.”

“Perfect.” Virgil walked toward the door

“Hey V?” Virgil paused “Stay alive, I have enough ghost in this mansion.”

“You got it.”

… … …Logan… … …

Roman stood on his balcony, his locket running through his fingers. Logan walked up to him with a teacup. Roman took it with a soft smile.

“Thank you Logan.” he sipped it slowly

“You should get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

“So should you.”

They fell into an uncomfortable silence as Roman finished his tea.

Logan cleared his throat “Is Virgil at Joan’s mansion?”

Roman nodded “He’s probably pissed but if it means he’s safe then let him.”

“Agreed.”

The silence returned, the two always had a hard time talking to one another. They had little in common and most of their conversations were arguments.

Logan inhales and walked back inside, only to be stopped by Roman grabbing his arms.

“Logan?”

“Yes, Roman?”

“We can win this, right?’

“…Of course. We always win, like you said.”

Roman looked up at the night sky “Yeah, we do.”

… … …Virgil… … …

Bowceit strolled confidently onto his battleship, he knew today was his day. “TODAY MEN, WOMEN, AND NON-BINARY FOLLOWERS! TODAY IS THE DAY WE HAVE WAITED FOR! TODAY WE WIN AND FOREVER BE THE VICTORY! NOW WE RIDE!”

Patton shook his head as he hid the Danger Noodles under their beds.

On the other side, Roman spoke gently to his people “This…This is possibly the worst day of our lives, we lost Patton and Bowceit is coming. But we are strong and we will fight and we will win. I thank you all for coming to help, our unity proves that we are stronger than him. We can do this. WE WILL WIN!”

His people cheered, Roman’s confidence and hope flowed into them.

Logan walked up Roman “I know you’re not going to listen but I suggest you stay here. Bowceit’s after you so we need you as far from his as possible.”

“He can’t catch me if I don’t stop moving.” Roman turned to look at Logan “I can’t abandon my people.”

“You’re not, you’re being strong for them.”

“THEY’RE HERE!”

Roman’s troops got into position, pointing their spears at the Koopas. Roman watched as the young Thomases and Talyns ran to the Mushroom Kingdom and smiled. They were safe, like his stormcloud.

A Koopa ran to the space between the two armies and raised a flag “10, 9, 8…”

Logan grabbed a power star.

“7,6,5…”

Roman gripped his sword and said a prayer

“4,3,2…”

Virgil ran through the Forest Zone

“1! FIGHT!”

Logan absorbed the star and barreled through the Koopas in his way. He had one goal in mind: Kill Bowceit.

The Koopas collided with the Thomases and Talyns who fought valiantly. They all knew Bowceit was the enemy, their destroyed houses were enough evidence. They would do anything for their princes.

Roman paced back and forth on his balcony. He watched Koopas go down but he always watched his people go down. He hated it. He was just standing there watching it all happened.

He saw a group of Thomases being thrown around by two Magi Koopas and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck it!” Roman jumped off his balcony and slashed them with ease. He cut through all the enemies near him, making sure he didn’t stay in place so no one could take him.

Bowceit smirked when he saw a streak of orange. Everything was going just as he wanted. It almost brought a tear to his eye how amazing this was.

He fired several Bullet Bills at Roman, knowing he couldn’t deflect them in time. And he was right, he couldn’t deflect them.

But a certain purple baseball bat.

“Virgil!”

“Hey, baby. You really expected me to stand on the sidelines, with you as my boyfriend?”

Roman smiled. “No, of course not.”

Virgil pulled Roman into a kiss and whispered against his mouth “I’m going to sneak in.”

“How? Bowceit knows you’re here. You’ll never get around the Koopas either.”

Virgil smirked “I have a distraction. It should be arriving, about now.”

Roman looked up to see Joan and their Boos flighting into the battlefield, scaring the Koopas away. Joan waved to a now very happy Roman before scooping up their favorite Thomas and Talyn into a group hug.

“Virgil! You’re a genius!” He looked down to see his lover was no longer in his arms and smirked: “Go get him, my angel.”

… …wake up… …

Logan landed on the airship just as Bowceit fired the Bullet Bills. “BOWCEIT! THIS ENDS NOW!”

Bowceit turned to Logan with a smug look on his face “You’re right. I can’t wait to kill you.”

Logan cracked his knuckles “Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

A Koopa took over the wheel. The two ran to each other, fueled by nothing but rage. Punches and kicks were thrown back and forth, neither showing any signs of stopping. Not until one died.

At one point, A Koopa attacked Logan long enough for Bowceit to absorb a Giant Mushroom. Bowceit let out a roar and a large portion of Koopas returned to the ship. They tackled Logan, clearly outnumbering. Bowceit watched with glee as they punched him over and over again until a too familiar sword cut through them.

Roman pulled Logan up and pushed him towards Bowceit “I got your back. Finish him off, this is your fight.” Roman turned back to the sea of Koopas that were climbing onto the ship. He points his sword at them, he could do this. They always won after all.

… … please … …

Virgil ran through the castle, his anxiety finally deciding to return to him, much to his annoyance. The castle was completely empty and that made Virgil sick for his stomach.

Well, empty for everything but him, he had to remind himself.

He ran up the stairs of the tallest tower, the place Patton was always locked in. The windows were shut, and Virgil didn’t know if that was a good thing. He couldn’t see what was going on.

“Little plumber! I know you’re in there! Come out, come out, where ever you are!”

Definitely not a good thing.

The window snapped open and Virgil was faced with his worst nightmare. Logan was on the floor of Bowceit’s airship, not moving. Roman’s neck was in Bowceit’s claw and hanging off the end of the airship. He was struggling but Virgil could tell he didn’t have much energy to do so.

Bowceit chuckled “So little plumber but it looks like I won. I caught Roman after all and you have not found Patton. Sorry about it.”

Virgil couldn’t control his breathing. He was having a panic attack. He couldn’t do anything, there was nothing he could do.

Bowceit laughter was cut off by Thomases and Talyns shouting from below.

“Let our prince go!”

“You didn’t win! You never made it to the castle!”

“Yeah! You’re losing!”

“You will never beat us!’

“LET ROMAN GO!”

Bowceit growled, “You want him?! Take him!” He turned and grinned evilly at Virgil “Choose”

And he let go of Roman.

There was screaming, but Virgil couldn’t hear it. He only hears his hand in his pocket were fished out a specific power-up, the Super Leaf.

Virgil quickly absorbed it and jumped out the window. Using the glide, he glides as far as he could to catch Roman.

The world seems to slow down, he was so afraid he would not be able to reach Roman.

No! Virgil would catch him! He couldn’t let anything happen to his soulmate!

And he did. He pulled Roman into his embraced and they both fell to the ground, Virgil letting his body absorb most of the impact.

Virgil groaned in pain but looked over the man in his arm “R-Ro…?”

Roman’s eyes open slowly and he smiled at Virgil “Nice…catch..”

Virgil laughed through the pain as Roman pulled him up. Roman looked to see that there was still a handle full of Koopas left.

“Shall we?”

Virgil spoke nervously “You shouldn’t push yourself.”

Roman chuckled “Trust me, out of all the things that could kill me, this isn’t it.”

Virgil smiled “Okay.”

…Virgil…wake…

Bowceit cursed out Virgil “FUCK! HOW THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT?! FOR FUCK’S SAKES!” He pushed the Koopa off the ship and took over piloting it.

While he was ranting, he did not notice Logan get up. He didn’t notice that Logan had watched the whole exchange with Roman and Virgil. He didn’t notice the hands around his throat until it was too late.

“You thought…you could…pull that shit…without consequence…” Logan banged Bowciet’s head into the pirate wheel over and over as he squeezed his neck. The ship felt towards the castle, it was falling out of the sky but Logan did not care.

He didn’t care about the blood covering his arms and gloved, he didn’t care Bowceit stopped moving even before the ship hit the side of the castle.

Logan only stopped because he ran out of energy. He threw Bowceit’s lifeless body over the side of the ship and walk to the other side. He made eye contact with Virgil and nodded before heading back in.

He was getting his love back. Now.

…Logan…up…

“He did it!” Virgil exclaimed as he jumped up and down in excitement. He punched the last Koopa out before turning to Roman. Roman was still, not moving. “Ro?”

Roman turned his head to Virgil with a soft smile

“I love you.” Was the last thing Roman said before he collapsed. Virgil, Joan, Thomas, and Talyn ran to him. Talyn choked a sob and they collapsed in Joan’s arms. Thomas began to cry but wiped them away as fast as he could so he could check on Virgil. Virgil uncurled Roman and laid him out. Roman wasn’t moving or breathing. Roman was dead, died from exhaustion.

“Oh, Ro, you know you shouldn’t exhaust yourself.” Virgil kissed his head “I have to go help Logan, I’ll be back. Rest.” Virgil then ran off.

Joan looked at Thomas “Do you think he…?”

“Joan, you’re my ghost non-binary royal best friend. You should know when I have no idea by now.”

…Logan…wake…

Logan walked up the stairs. He didn’t need to run this time, he had all the time in the world.

He ripped off his gloves and rolled up his sleeves, he didn’t want Patton to see this. Patton hated blood.

He dusted himself once more before walling in. Patton was sitting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He seemed oddly calm, with no tears or screams. It worried Logan if he was being honest.

“Patton?” Logan forced himself to speak softly.

Patton looked at him and smiled “Logan! You’re here!” Patton ran to him and hugged him before pulling back “I’m married.”

Logan laughed and pulled the ring off Patton’s finger “Like this ring, the marriage was a falsehood.” Logan crushed the ring with his fingers. “Besides, even if it was real, you would be a widow now.”

Patton tilted his head “Did you..?”

“I did.”

“Oh.”

Oh? That was not the reaction he had been expecting. This was very strange behavior from Patton. He needed to ask him about it.

Virgil ran up “Patton!” Guess Logan would have to wait

Paton squealed in delight “Kiddo!” The two embraced “I missed you!”

“I missed you too Patton. Now come on, Roman’s waiting for us.”

Logan’s eyebrows connected, his brother had a smile but his eyes were mournful. It was the same look Roman had that night on the balcony. What confused him more was why Roman didn’t just follow Virgil up.

Patton gently grasped Logan’s hand “I can’t wait to see him! Let’s go!”

Oh well, only one way to find out.

… …Virgil… …please… …

Virgil walked over to Roman with an uncharacteristic grin on his face. Roman’s Thomases and Talyns were placing flowers around Roman, one placed a bouquet in his hand.

“Ro, honey, why are you napping on the ground? You know that’s not good for your back.” Patton and Logan exchanged a look.

Virgil sat on his knees “You can wake up now silly, the war is over, we’re done.” He gently shook Roman’s shoulder “Ro, Pat’s here, he wants to see your pretty eyes. You know that’s my favorite thing about you. Your eyes…when they light up when you see me…or when you win a fight…” Virgil didn’t realize he was crying until a tear fell on Roman’s unmoving face. He whipped it off of Roman’s face, he didn’t want to Roman’s beautiful face.

“Wake up Roman, this isn’t funny anymore…Roman! Wake up! Please!” Virgil shook him desperately “Roman! No! You can’t die! I can’t lose you! PLEASE! I LOVE YOU! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU! YOU MAKE MY LIFE COMPLETE! YOU’RE EVERYTHING TO ME! PLEASE! COME BACK TO ME!”

Come back to me Virgil, wake up. I’m here love. I’m here.

Virgil looked at Roman’s body, he didn’t speak so where…? Virgil looked up and smiled, he understood.

Logan stepped closer to Virgil “Virgil?” A white light beamed down on Virgil “Virgil!”

Virgil turned his head to Logan “It’s okay Logan, it’s all going to be okay.” The white light grew blindly bright for five seconds, then Virgil’s lifeless body fell next to Roman’s.

“VIRGIL!” Logan rushed to his side and tried to shake him awake “NO! NO! NO!”

Patton walked to Logan and hugged him from behind “I’m sorry Lo…please don’t cry…”

Logan turned around angrily “Don’t cry?! Aren’t you the one who always tells me that I need to express my emotions?!”

Patton flinched back and looked down “I’m sorry Lo…”

Logan raised an eyebrow “Why are you acting so off? This isn’t like you, I think I’ve only seen you like this in–” Logan’s eyes widen “In my nightmares”

Patton looked up and smiled, no tears just a genuine smile. “This is a nightmare, and all I need is to wake up right?”

Patton nodded and the white light fell down again

Logan smiled “I’ll see you in the real world.” The white light absorbed Logan and his body feel like Virgil.

The world shattered around Patton. He didn’t mind, he just laid down next to Logan’s body and closed his eyes. It was over.

Logan! Wake up! Logan, please!

Logan blinked awake, the first thing he saw was a worried Patton’s face. He shot up, instantly regretting it as his head blared with pain.

“Logan!” Patton squealed in delight, hands clasped together “You’re awake!”

“Patton!” He engulfed the prince in a hug. “What happened?!”

Patton frown, fresh tears replacing old ones “Bowceit…he had this plan. A plan to catch Roman, himself and I in this nightmare world until one of us agreed to marry him, but you and Virgil…you guys pushed us out of the way before he could even take us and the machine…” Patton waved behind him, revealing a partially destroyed machine and he shivered “He trapped your mind and his in this machine. Roman and I got here as fast as we could and Roman started to destroy the machine but the Koopa who designed it said that if we broke it, you guys would be lost forever…”

Logan held the prince close and rubbed his arm sympathetically “So we knocked Bowceit out and did our best to try to wake you guys up. We were lucky that the machine had that TV attached to it so we could see everything.”

Guilt washed over Logan, Patton was forced to watch his worst nightmare unfold. Logan gently kissed his head but then his eyes widen “Where’s Virgil?’

Patton smiled, “He’s over there. He woke up a bit before you and is currently smothering Roman in kisses.” Logan looked to where Patton was pointing and saw just as Patton describe.

Virgil lived with Roman, they shared the same bed, Roman being the first thing Virgil saw every day was nothing new. But now, see him hovering over Virgil and not dead on some battlefield, Virgil had never been happier. He peppered Roman in kisses, saying “You’re alive” between each kiss. Roman felt his heart was going to burst because is sore when Virgil kissed him but ached when Virgil spoke.

“Virgil!”

Virgil turned to see his twin and smiled while letting go of Logan “Logan!” They ran to one another and hugged “We did it!”

Logan shook his head “No, you did it. You figured out what was going on before I did.” This filled Virgil with pride.

Patton pulled them and Roman into a group hug. They stood there for a minute before Roman pulled away to destroy the machine until it was impossible to rebuild. Patton wrote a note and placed it on Bowceit’s face, then kicked him one more time.

Patton smiled once he finished “Now, should we head back to my kingdom?”

Roman nodded “We could go back to my castle. Or we could go to your home.”

The brothers looked at each other confused. They turned to the princes, still very confused. Patton spoke up “We figured you two would want to be near each other after all of that.”

The brothers smiled and Virgil replied “Nah, we were basically in each other’s head for a while. I think we need so time away from each other.” He looked up at Roman lovingly “And some time alone with someone else.”

Roman squalled in delight and scooped him up, spinning Virgil around. “What are we waiting for?! Let’s go!”

Roman and Virgil did nothing but hold one another once they got back to Roman’s castle. Emile, who had been watching the two kingdom’s for the princes, carried them to Roman’s bed for they collapsed on the floor once they entered the castle.

“Thank you, Em.”

“Of course your highness, get some rest.”

Roman smiled as he left the room and looked down at the bundle in his arms. Virgil was curled up in Roman’s embrace, gripping onto his shirt. Roman ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair, soothing the young plumber.

Virgil uncurled at the feeling and even purred which made Roman chuckle. Virgil leaned up and kissed the Prince’s cheek and smiled

“There’s my happy stormcloud. I was afraid you weren’t going to smile at me again.”

Virgil shook his head but the smile stayed “Nah, I just needed a minute or two to know that you’re not actually dead like I thought.”

“We both know I can’t THAT easily.”

Virgil cuddled into Roman “…Yeah.”

Roman frowned slightly “My dark and stormy knight? Will you grant me the honor of looking up?”

Virgil laughed quietly before looking up at Roman. “If I must.”

Roman smiled. “You know nothing is going to happen to me right?”

“I know because you’re a strong prince and–”

“No, it’s not that. It’s because I know my limits.” That surprised Virgil and Roman knew he had to explain. “I know that I’m reckless, I know I’m on every other slot of Bowceit’s kidnapping list and I know his favorite wave of capturing me is attacking me until I can’t move. But I also know that you will always protect me, and so will Logan and Patton. That being said, I hate to see any of you guys hurt. Thus I try to be as careful as I can be. Nothing like that will ever happen.”

Virgil peppered Roman with kisses, this time saying I love you between each.

Roman giggled like a schoolgirl “You’re not getting rid of me that easily!”

“Are you comfortable? Do you need some tea? Another blanket?” Patton was practically running around his bedroom, despite his fatigue. He fluffed Logan’s pillow for what seemed the fifth time that night.

Logan chuckled at the Prince. Patton always wanted to help as much as he could, often forgetting to take care of himself. He knew Patton wasn’t going to relax any time soon.

He needed to take matters into his own hands.

“Sweetiepie?” Logan said softly

Patton blushed at the nickname and smiled at Logan softly “Yes Logibear? Do you need something?”

“Oh yes, I do dear.”

“Anything, I’ll go get it.”

“I need you to come bed and snuggle with me. Doctor Talyn says I need that to heal faster.”

Patton sigh lovingly “Of course, we always must listen to them.” He climbed into the bed and rested his head on Logan’s chest. Listening to Logan’s heartbeat relaxed Patton significantly. Logan was here, not in some scary nightmare world. They were together again, in Patton’s soft bed and in

Logan gently kissed the top of Patton’s head “Are you alright my love?”

Patton nodded “Of course I am. Now that you’re here.”

Logan shook his head “Patton, you watched your worst fear unfold in front of your eyes. That had to traumatize you in some way. Is that why you wouldn’t come to bed? Are you afraid of getting nightmares?”

Patton pushed himself up onto his elbows and kissed Logan. Logan pushed himself up and leaned into it. Neither wanted to pull away, only allowing their elbows to give out. The laughed as they fell onto the bed.

Patton gently placed his head on Logan’s shoulder and his body under his arm. “Well, it was pretty scary, but Roman always told me that I have to face my fears head on to overcome them.” Logan hugged Patton and kissed his hair, indicating that Patton should keep going. “And seeing that taught me two things. It taught me that you will always come for me, no matter what happens. You could have just given up but you didn’t. You kept fighting and kept loving me.” Tears formed in Patton’s eyes “I love you so much.”

Logan cupped Patton’s face and wiped his tears away with his thumbs “Always and forever. Not even death can stop true love.”

They kissed a few more time before finally settling in for the night.

“Honey?”

“Yes, Lo-Lo?”

“What was the other thing today taught you?”

Patton smiled “That if something like that were to happen, I’m not just going to sit around and do nothing. It’s not fair for you guys to have all the fun.”

“I love you, Patton.”

Bowceit leaned against his balcony with his arms crossed and huffed. He woke up, another planned failed and with a note attached to his head stating he should go on yet another family vacation. He shivered as he remembered the murder in both Patton and Roman’s eyes.

When he woke up, he replayed the video saved, the only thing that was salvageable. He figured he would watch for the fun of it. He wouldn’t lie when he said seeing his dream come true was pretty sweet…until he saw everything pretty much go to hell for him. It’s pretty terrifying seeing yourself die.

Maybe…maybe he did need to see that. Even when he wins, he still loses. Patton and Logan were too loved, too protected, too far out of his reach to be attained. Nothing he could do could change that.

But then what was he supposed to? He couldn’t remember a time where he was not kidnapping princes and forcing them into marriage. He really wanted his kids to have another father, someone to rule by his side and frankly, someone to love him.

Was there no one for him?

“Hey, Bowsy~” Bowceit jumped around and out of his skin to see Prince Remy floating behind him. How long had he been there? Panic settled in, had Remy heard his monologue? Wait, why did he care if Remy heard him? Why was his face all red?

Remy giggled “What? Are you stunned by how hot I am? Can’t say that I blame you.”

Bowceit shook his head to snap out of his daze “What are you doing here?!”

Remy casually sipped his green tea “I was just flying around the galaxy but I couldn’t help but see a cute little king adorably moping on his balcony. Figured I pop down and tell him that his ass looks great in those jeans.”

Now Bowceit was sure his face was on fire, must be the lava river. That only made Remy laugh more. “What have you never been flirted with before?”

“…”

Remy gapped at him “Seriously?! Never?! I find that very hard to believe.”

Bowceit scoffed “I don’t have time for this.” He headed back inside, he needed to take some medicine. His face was so red.

“Wow, someone’s grumpy. Don’t worry sugar, I have the perfect solution!” Remy pulled out his wand and waved it.

Bowceit peered over his shoulder “What are you–” He was cut off when he felt something warm in his hand. He looked down to see a Starbucks cup in his hand. He suspiciously took a sip and found it quite tasteful, not that he was going to admit that anytime soon.

On the cup was a note that read: Wave at the night sky next time you want to chat. He looked up and saw Remy wink at him before climbing onto his now visible ship. When did that get there?!

“Until next time hon.” Remy saluted him and flew away.

Bowceit felt like he was going to faint. What the heck just happened?! Who does that prince think he is?!

Bowceit walked over to a trash can and went to drop the cup in. For some reason, he couldn’t.

Putting it down on the table, he flopped into his chair, exhausted. It had been a long day. He looked over at the coffee cup and ponder it.

A smirk appeared on his face “Prince Remy…I will make you mine.”

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death-himself · 5 years ago

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Could You Meet Me Beyond the Grave?—Chapter 4

Summary: Virgil wakes up to see the humans Dee had captured in the castle

Pairings: Eventual LAMP/CALM, Remile, QPR RED

Word Count: 894

Warnings: Kidnapping, anxiety, very small reference to eye trauma

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I woke up slowly in the morning, running my hand across the Braille on my arm. The messages we had written last night were still there, to my surprise. It was usually gone by the time I woke up, Logan usually having the others wash it off before going to bed. I stood up, stretching a bit as I walked downstairs. Seems like Dee, Emile, and Remy were all gathered in one place, a room that none of us really used; it was really just used for storage. I heard them muttering to each other, too quiet for me to really make out.

I opened the door, immediately being smacked in the face by an assortment of scents. Human scents. “Dee? What’s going on?”

“Ah, good morning, Virgil. Did you sleep well?” Dee came a bit closer, seeming to step away from one of the humans. “I mean, yeah. But why’re there a bunch of humans here?”

“Dee thought it would be a good idea to...hold onto a couple of humans for in case we have problems hunting.” Emile spoke slowly, as if afraid of my response. One of the humans tried to speak, only to be muffled by whatever was covering his mouth.

“So you kidnapped some humans.”

“Well I wouldn’t call it kidnapping.” Dee muttered. “It’s only logical to do this Virgil. There are four of us, don’t you think four humans dying around the same area at around the same time is rather suspicious?”

“Don’t you think three humans going missing would also be suspicious?” Dee sighed, taking me gently by the shoulder and leading me out of the room. “Well, there’s no real point in letting them go now, is there? They’ve already seen us, there’s no going back now.” I opened my mouth to complain, before giving up with a groan. Once Dee makes up his mind on something, there was no going back.

“Who did you kidnap anyway?”

“No need to worry about that, Virgil. Besides, names can make people get rather attached.” Emile and Remy followed behind hesitantly.

Roman watched Virgil leave with wide eyes. He glanced over to Patton, then Logan, both looking just as shocked and terrified.

The image of Virgil’s empty eye sockets and horrifically torn open skin was burned into his mind. It definitely made the whole scarf and sunglasses ordeal make a lot more sense, but it also brought up way more questions than answers.

Roman studied the room they were in. It was rather dark, with only a window as a source of light. He saw Logan trying to get closer to it, but it was too high up for any of them to reach. Patton came closer to him, dropping his head onto Roman’s shoulder. Roman sighed, trying his best to relax into the familiar motion. For now they would have to wait.

“I still don’t really think this is a good idea, Dee.” I grumbled. Emile had tried to distract me with some random cartoon he had found, but it didn’t lessen my anxiety all too much. Something was up about this; I just couldn’t place what. I stared in the direction of the television, it sounding just like static in my ears.

“Maybe you don’t see the logic behind it just yet, but you will.” Dee said with what I could tell was fake confidence.

“Just try and cheer up, Sparky. It’s not like this is gonna kill you.”

“You don’t know that, Remy.” I argued. “What if those humans escape? Then they’ll tell the police about us. Even if the police doesn’t believe them, chances are they’ll still check out the tower. And then they’ll see us and we’ll have to deal with them and-”

“Okay Vee, time to breathe.” Emile said with a small chuckle, rubbing soothing circles into my arm. I took a shaky breath, nodding. “Sorry. I just...feel weird about this, alright? I mean sure, we’ve killed a lot of people in the past, and sure what we do is already really fucked up. But kidnapping? Seriously? That’s what we’re gonna devolve into doing?”

“I mean, to be fair, this isn’t the first time I’ve kidnapped someone.” I turned in Dee’s direction, my eyebrows furrowing as I tried to find a lie in his words. Finding none, I shouted, “You what?”

“I’ve been alive for 200 years Virgil. Do you really think I haven’t kidnapped someone before? I tried it once and realized it was rather beneficial; it can prevent us from losing control if we haven’t been able to hunt for a while. So I thought...with so many of us here now, perhaps it would be for the best.” I crossed my arms, not willing to say out loud if I thought he was right or not. I listened to the cartoon for a bit longer, hearing a fight scene playing out. My anxiety just continued to build.

I stood up and headed to the stairs, shoving my hands into my pockets with a huff. “Uh, Virge? Where you going?” Emile asked. “I’m headin’ to my room. Got a new audiobook to read.” When I reached the stairs, I hesitated, glancing over to the room where the humans were being kept. I gulped, pulling myself back and grabbing the bannister, making my way up. Maybe I’ll talk to them tonight.

#sanders sides #willow!au #tw deceit #tw kidnapping #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remy sanders #emile picani #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #morally-grey deceit #anti-villain deceit

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dirtycreekwater · 6 years ago

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runaway love au

i made an ask blog for Runaway Love! send me some questions about the au on @runawayloveau !

(not a roleplay blog. just questions/backstories. most likely never will be any runaway love rp.)

here are the main stories for new people:

Runaway Love - chapter one

Heartbreak - first remceit backstory (remceit is temporary. this is a slow burn sleepxiety fic.)

i will be making a masterlist with a full description soon!

#sanders sides #sleepxiety #virgil sanders #remy sanders #villain deceit #tw sympathetic deceit #runaway love au

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taylor-and-sides-blog · 6 years ago

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Superhero au i came up with

Roman, Logan and Patton are superheros who battle The Villains that are Deceit and Virgil. But of course it is not that simple Patton is actually workin with V and Dee in secret, collecting information and learning the hero's weak points so V and Dee may defeat them but whoops more twists they all live together! Along with thomas (who has the power of the mom friend) outside of the hero and villain thing the sides live a normal life and work a normal job but alas what happens when a traitor is caught and identities are revealed?

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #tw deceit #superhero au #villain!patton #hero!roman #villain!deceit #hero!logan #villain!virgil #potential hero!emile xd #potentail villain!remy xd #totally human!thomas ;)

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theolebeau · 2 years ago

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scanning…identification complete. enter [ MATTHEW 'THEO' LEBEAU], [CHILD] of [REMY LEBEAU & ANNE-MARIE LEBEAU]. codename: [GARNET]. a [TWENTY FOUR] [THIRD] year enrolled in the [SUPERHUMAN] track. intel shows they are [DETERMINED], but can also be [ARROGANT]. abilities include [MANIPULATE KINETIC ENERGY]. facial recognition mistakes them for [JACOB ELORDI].

TW: adhd

demographics

✦ name: matthew ‘theo’ lebeau

✦ gender: cis male

✦ course: superhuman

✦ year: third

✦ birthday: 13/01/1998

✦ age: 24

✦ zodiac: ✼ capricron, ❍ leo, ↑ sagittarius

✦ sexual orientation: hetrosexual

✦ moral alignment: chaotic evil

appearance

✦ face claim: jacob elrodi

✦ heigh: 196m

✦ hair color: black

✦ eye color: red

hero profile

✦ power: manipulate kinetic energy

✦ power description: mentally create, control, and manipulate pure kinetic energy to his desire.

✦ weaknesses: growing up in her mom’s belly, the trigger scent affected alex too, as the trigger scent get close to her she’s not herself. her healing factor isn’t as good as her mother, since she didn’t have any adamantium-coated bone. so she can be killed.

✦ hero name: garnet

✦ costume description: kind of like his father with out the whole cape and mask thing.

✦ weapons: cards

classes, extracurriculars, clubs

✦ Monday: russian & history of villians ✦ tuesday: power control III & interrogations ✦ Wednesday: criminal law & criminology ✦ thursday: villain psychology & weight training ✦ Friday: strategy

background

Mathew is the child of anne marie and remy lebeau, an older brother and a very messy kid. theo always was grateful for his family, always by his side, and never misunderstood him. from birth, his parents knew his gift because he was born with his father’s eyes. relief was on his mother since she knew that he’ll have a hard time facing her mutation. he always knew his eyes were strange to most people but he didn’t care considerably. when he grew up the teacher always got bothered by him. since he was a kid his parents knew that something was off with theo, he kept moving all the time, zoning out, and not paying very much attention. at first, they thought to themselves; ' okay, he's just a kid' or ' he just neet attention' but it never was it. the teacher would call all the time, saying that theo was not a good kid or he would bother the other kids. they couldn't think why he would act like that if he is loved and got all the attention they could offer him, even though he wasn't the only child. remy sat down with his child and tried to understand what was going on with him, but sometimes theo would come out as just careless of his actions, he never denied anything but he never apologized about it either. and finally, his parents took him to see a neurologist when he was 12 before taking him to the xavier school and everything was clear. ADHD, his mother kissed his boy and smiled. 'you'll be okay--' the one thing is that they didn't about how the medicine he had to take will trouble him growing up. after a few years of taking medicine every day, he decided to stop and faked taking it either way. something about the things that they give him made him feel vacant, infuriated, exhausted and antipathetic. he thought maybe stopping taking them will help him feel something. but it only made him angrier and colder. it was all just in himself, from the class clown to the coldest guy you'll know. his mutation came out fully very late when he was seventeen, some kid bothered him which wasn't news for him being distanced 'freak' with red eyes. he was playing with a stone and threw it over not knowing he had charged it and it almost near killed the other kid. and more of a freak now. At the present, he is without his medication for a few years and starting to feel more reasonable, but he's still healing. three years in the lee-kane university, he's trying. really trying.

#intro #lkuintro

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 4 years ago

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“Vivienne x Mc, where Mc gets injured and falls unconscious and later Vivienne taking care?“

Pairing with:

Mc x Vivienne - QoT Mc was really close to an explosion during a heist, causing her to permanently loss her hearing. You can include the other members too because I want to see how will they handle future heist when one of their has been injured, how does Vivienne react? Will she let mc continue or not? And how does mc feel? Does she feel she cannot as much as before lost her hearing?

HEY... how do you think Vivienne would deal with a deaf MC? im deaf myself 😳😳 headcanons work if they're easier!

QOT MC gets caught up in the blast from one of Jett’s explosives, and now has severe burns acrros her face and other parts of her body along with slight deafness. Could I get a fic of Vivienne comforting her, and telling her she’s still beautiful? Thanks!

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Warning: Writer’s first time writing a hard of hearing character.

TW: Panic attacks. Mentions of injury. Mentions of scarring.

Introspection-heavy fic.

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The explosion was one of Jett’s finest work up to date.

Vivienne could feel it rattle her very bones, even though she was quite a distance away. The building crumbled easily and readily, becoming nothing but a sour-tasting memory. She nodded approvingly, letting out a small sigh in relief. There it went, up in smoke, all the incriminating evidence Benicio had gathered on them. And, as a bonus, most of his fake career.

“Ha! That was amazing!” Jett laughed, his voice bright with happiness, high with adrenaline. The rest of the Poppy soon joined in, albeit in less boisterous chuckles.

Coming down from the building she was in was child’s play. She abandoned Benicio’s unconscious body for the authorities to find, humming to herself as she made her way over to Leon, just barely paying attention to the conversation of the rest of the Poppy.

It doesn’t take long for her to notice that something is wrong. That something is missing.

She balances on top of the balcony she’s on, dread creeping over her body like lead, making her feel sluggish.

“Has anyone heard MC?”

The idle chatter stops. Vivienne can feel the shift in the atmosphere, can practically hear it become tense and chilly.

Amidst the muttered ‘no’ of the rest of the members, Zoe’s voice sounds surprisingly clear, a tinge of panic and worry that makes Vivienne lurch forward, desperate to reach the ground. “I lost her signal. Something must have happened!”

“But Benicio is out cold this time-”

“Nadia backed off, right? She couldn’t have-”

“And there is no way Francesca would-”

“Maybe,” Jett’s voice sounds hesitant, an echo of his usual self. “She got… caught by the explosion.”

Remy scoffs. “There’s no way that could have happened, MC knew the dangers!”

“Keep an eye out for the police, Zoe. We need to look for her,” Nikolai commanded, his voice as cold and hard as steel, immediately cutting through the panicked chatter.

Vivienne lets her teammates handle the distractions to stall the police a bit longer, her mind set only on making sure MC was all right. She hadn’t felt so frightened since everything that happened with Isadora, and she refused to let anything even remotely similar happen again. She couldn’t lose anyone precious to her. She couldn’t. One more person, and her soul would have been shattered beyond repair.

Not to mention, the whole issue with Benicio was her fault in the first place. If MC got hurt… god, if she got hurt…

“Ambulance! Can someone call an ambulance?”

Her head whipped around, eyes wide. There was a man shouting desperately a few meters away, making frantic motions to something behind him. Mouth dry, Vivienne relayed the situation to the rest of the Poppy. Her legs felt like jelly. She wondered if she’d crumble into an unrepairable mess when she got close enough, but no such thing happened. She moved forward as if possessed, dropping to her knees near two bodies. One was a small child, and the other was MC, cradling the child as if she was trying to protect him from the entire world.

They were both unconscious. Vivienne’s eyes trailed MC’s exposed skin, painted an angry red down to its very core, from her left shoulder down to her thigh. Her clothes were ruined, charred beyond recognition, sticking to MC’s body like a second skin. Vivienne’s first instinct is to throw her cape over her, just to cover the burns. Her hands are shaking so bad it proves to be quite the difficult task.

The child MC is holding seems fine, his burns less severe than MC’s, which eases Vivienne’s worry somewhat.

Jett was right. She had been caught up in the explosion.

…

“I had to pull a lot of favors to erase our trail, but at least the police won’t find us for a while. We can lay low while MC recovers.” Zoe informed them, a few nights later, exhaustion sipping from her like water out of a waterfall. Nikolai is in a similar state, sitting near Zoe by the couch, one hand covering his face and the other gripping his knee so tightly his knuckles are almost white.

“And the boy’s father?”

“He’s been trying to locate MC, but I don’t think we should worry about him. As for the boy, he’s much better than MC. His hearing wasn’t as affected, either. She really saved him…”

“Then again, if it hadn’t been for him, MC wouldn’t be like this in the first place.” Vivienne icily mutters, tightening her hold over her glass of wine. Nikolai and Zoe just give her a glance, too tired to pick a fight with her. “If he hadn’t rushed in recklessly-”

“He was scared, Viv.” Remy says, from somewhere in the kitchen. “He wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Vivienne’s scowl deepens. “Yes, but who runs into danger? You’d think the fire alarm would have gotten him to run the other way.”

“Someone who didn’t know there was going to be an explosion, that’s who.”

The seductress growls, a dark expression over her face, bitter frustration raging inside her like a chemical reaction about to explode. It just doesn’t make sense. Everything that boy had done that day was simply moronic, and MC – the angel she was, putting others before herself as she often did – had suffered dearly for it. The burns would leave scarring, no doubt; they had become angry red lines and spots that Vivienne mapped with a careful touch every time she had to apply the ointment the doctor had recommended. She had to watch how MC flinched at the contact, how she bit back a cry of pain, hiding it behind a shuddering smile and glistering brown eyes.

Vivienne couldn’t stop thinking about her expression. About how everything had changed, suddenly and without warning, all because of a boy. She can’t help but think about what Remy says and seethe in anger at the sheer absurdity of the boy’s actions, but she decides to stay quiet. The last thing the team needs is another fight.

Zoe speaks again after a few moments, voice soft.

“How is Jett?”

“He hasn’t left MC’s side,” Vivienne answers, after taking a deep breath. “His guilt is practically eating him alive.”

Zoe gives the couch a mournful, exhausted look, but gets to her feet nonetheless. “I’ll go check on him.”

No one blames Jett.

Ever since she had regained consciousness, MC’s sole focus had been on him. Vivienne didn’t mind. It felt relieving to walk inside her room and find them close, enjoying life, doing Art Club activities or laughing over some funny meme. Or, well, trying to. Jett’s laugh was muted, worried, tinted with sadness and regret; it was a sound that haunted Vivienne wherever she went, something that mirrored her own conflicted feelings. MC’s laugh was restrained and also wistful and a little distant. Sometimes she grimaced in the middle of it, her happiness crumbling in a burning flash of pain that made Vivienne’s heart clench and drop.

But they were trying. They were doing their best.

They would get through this. They all would.

…

Changes are inevitable. MC stands through it all like a stubborn rock holding its ground against a current, taking everything in stride. Vivienne had always found the artist fascinating, a fantastic enigma that Vivienne had foolishly thought she had cracked a long time ago.

MC always surprised her. After everything, Vivienne couldn’t help but feel awed by her. True, the first few weeks were hard, but MC had accepted her condition sooner rather than later, while Vivienne still cautiously danced around it, not sure what to think or feel or do.

MC had lost 65% percent of her hearing due to the explosion. Her left ear was slightly better, only at 50%, but the doctor had warned them she would lose more as the years went by. And while Vivienne had once again thrown herself into a bitter spiral of resentment against the boy, that damned boy, MC had pursed her lips with a determined expression and thrown herself into learning sign language and working around everything.

Everyone had agreed early on that MC couldn’t participate in heists anymore. She’d still be their forger, of course, but she’d stay with Zoe when the heist was underway.

“It’d be too dangerous,” MC had admitted, distractedly playing with the hem of her black jacket. She had this solemn look in her eyes, hollow and heavy with resignation, but it wasn’t defeated. It had this quiet intensity to it, like a volcano about to erupt; no one had dared to say anything as she explained. “I can’t even tell where sounds come from anymore, so I wouldn’t react properly to a threat.”

Vivienne couldn’t really wrap her mind around it. MC had described sounds as muted, fuzzy, distant, as if there was a giant wall of glass between her and the world, and on top of it she was underwater. Sounds simply became a cacophony in the background, nothing for MC to really pick apart. It was disorienting, at first, mostly because Vivienne hadn’t really fully processed everything yet.

Sometimes she would turn towards MC with her usual flair and dramas, all but spinning on the chair of her vanity like the typical movie villain, only to find MC engrossed on her work and not aware at all of the dramatic sigh Vivienne had delivered not two seconds ago. That was, perhaps, the biggest change. It didn’t take long for Vivienne to get used to it, no, but there had been something special in calling MC’s name from across the room and watching her reaction unfurl, be it an amused smirk or a heated stare.

MC carried on, not considering her hearing loss a disability at all. It made things different, but not impossible, something Vivienne had irrationally feared in the beginning. She loved MC and everything that entailed, be it scarring or hearing loss or grumpiness or that annoyingly stubborn personality of hers. There was no in-between, no extremes. There weren’t moments where Vivienne had loved her more or less. One day she had woken up to realize she had fallen hopelessly in love and she had never quite managed to get back up after that.

So these changes? Vivienne would accept them. Welcome them. No matter what.

…

The hearing aids helped. A bit.

MC had put them on, frowned for a second, and then beamed at Vivienne saying: “Oh, I can tell your voice apart from all the sounds now!” And that was it. No magically being able to hear everything again, no magically being able to pick apart the words. There was just a vague tone piercing a muted world, an anchor making lip-reading easier, but nothing else. Zoe had looked. Oh, how had she looked, but that was it. Everyone had accepted that. MC was just happy to her their voices again, however fuzzy they were.

Now, Vivienne could actually come sashaying into the room and call out to MC, and MC would look up and search for her – she still had a hard time telling where the sounds came from – and then roll her eyes with a fond smile at her girlfriend’s antics.

Something Vivienne had discovered about hard of hearing people: they listened. No, really. Somebody else would be distracted by something that happened around them, or would look at their phone or watch or hands or anything else before rejoining the conversation. Small things, really. MC didn’t do those anymore. Her attention was solely focused on whoever was speaking, watching their lips, interpreting their words. Or watching the signs, the body language, everything she could do to figure out what was going on and answer accordingly.

It was only at night that MC confided how difficult and exhausting and frustrating lip-reading was. The Poppy made an effort to sign, they had all gotten quite good at SSE, but sometimes they would go out and encounter somebody that didn’t know how to sign or somebody that wasn’t aware of what had happened to MC. It was all sort of situations, but MC took in stride.

“Baby?” MC’s drowsy voice cut through Vivienne’s thoughts. The pronunciation was a bit off, but charmingly so. MC had been horrified when Zoe commented on it, trying to correct it as soon as possible, but privately Vivienne didn’t really see why she worried so much over it. Her voice was beautiful no matter what. Or maybe Vivienne was just far too whipped. Hm.

She smiled against MC’s skin, feeling the heat of it call out to her like a siren’s song. She shifted a bit, so she could rest her head over MC’s chest, snuggling under the covers. It was a cold night, after all.

“Yes?” She mumbled, internally screaming in joy over the pet name. The vibration of her voice was all MC needed to know she was awake.

“I don’t think I’m up for seeing Jace tomorrow. Think we could reschedule?”

Vivienne hummed, toying with the thought. “I think so.” She finally drew the words on MC’s skin. Her fingers slid over the charred, dry zone that had been burned and she frowned a little, wondering if she should apply more ointment in the morning.

“Great.” MC said, softly. “And… we could… maybe we could watch a movie? There’s a new one that just began airing – I’ll ask Zoe for a subtitled version tomorrow.”

“Lovely.” Vivienne drew back.

“I love you.”

The little heart that was the seductress’ reply tingled in MC’s skin like invisible ink, pure and happy and warm like the first few rays of the sun, something that would linger for many days to come.

…

In the morning, as she had been doing this past month, the first thing she did when she woke up was straddle MC under her.

MC blinked owlishly, staring at her with a soft smile. She let Vivienne move over her, sighing contently at the soft touches from her lover. Vivienne made sure to stay in sight, so MC could see her lips.

With all that done, Vivienne began her worship.

Her hand cupped MC’s cheek, tracing the cheekbone down to the soft angle of her jaw, adoring. Long fingers then glided over her throat, down, down so she could move over her collarbones, one hand to the right, one to the left.

One hand slid over smooth, soft silk, while the other traveled against rough and dry edges carefully. MC’s eyes shifted at that, always hesitant over the marred skin, and Vivienne leaned down to place a kiss just above where the burns had been, as reverently as an astronaut would kiss the ground after months away from the Earth. She hovered there for a few seconds while her hand moved from MC’s shoulder to her side, finally coming to rest over her hip.

“You are beautiful.” She mouthed, leaning back. MC’s eyes flickered to her lips, catching the words, her smile stretching just a little bit more.

Vivienne continued, leaving a trail of kisses over that side, as she often did.

“These tell a story,” she said, and MC listened, brows knitted in concentration. “Of a brave woman that was too caring, and of a silly boy.”

MC starts to shake her head, aware of Vivienne’s resentment, but Vivienne is quick to place a finger over her lips to shush her.

“A silly boy,” she repeated, and for once her voice carried no venom. “That would have had a much difficult condition had that brave woman not intervened. These scars tell a story… and its outcome, filled with obstacles and changes and that one stubborn woman in the center of it all. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more determined in my entire life. But here you are, MC, here you are…”

She shudders with delight, her smile widening even more. One of her hand comes up to rest over Vivienne’s heart, to feel the vibrations of her voice.

“A warrior, an angel. You are the sun my thoughts spin around, always, forever. You came into my life and gave me a reason to become the woman I am today. You are always so optimistic, so breathtakingly beautiful, with you I-” Vivienne cut herself off, remembering to breathe, to pace herself. MC gave her a grateful nod, her expression soft with affection. “With you I feel like I might soar. You’ve taught me so much. You’ve taught me how to be accepting. To accept mistakes. To not run from them. And now, you’ve taught me the importance of not giving up. I admire you, you know?”

Vivienne looked at the scars again.

“The story these tell… It’s awe-inspiring. I’ll look at them every morning and remember how strong you are. Beautiful isn’t perfect skin and perfect hearing. It isn’t daring heists and life on the edge. Beautiful is you, are you are now.”

The kiss they share is gentle, loving, pure.

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more-incorect-quotes · 5 years ago

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Deceit: But last year? Remy ruined MY pool party by stealing MY spotlight. So there's no WAY I'm attending his....

Deceit: .....

Deceit: You know what? I WILL go. We'll see how he likes a taste of his own medicine.

Deceit: VENGEANCE!

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stormcrawler75 · 6 years ago

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Will you continue the superhero au? Maybe Roman gets severely hurt and taken in, but still expects to be tortured despite what the others have said? Or not! All up to you.

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Roman pulled at the restraints holding him down desperately. But the restraints held firm and his struggles did nothing. He was beaten and he knew it. There was nothing Roman could do now but wait for the inevitable.

He knew what was going to happen. This wasn’t his first time being captured by villains. Roman had been through most of the villains of his city and a few out of it. He had been cut up, burnt, and picked apart, piece by piece. Roman was more than aware of what was going to happen and he was ready.

Of course, it wasn’t going to help that he had already been hurt before he had been picked up by Heart’s goons. Heart was going to make sure Roman felt every poke he gave to his newly stitched up stomach.

But that was okay. Because Roman was the Prince and he could handle this. He just needed to wait for an opportunity to escape, patch himself up, and then catch a few hours of sleep before running to his Homeroom. Mrs. Dot hated tardiness.

Roman jerked up against his restraints once more but fell back against his table with a groan. His stomach was on fire and giving him a major weakness. He needed to escape and now. If he could just focus enough to pull out his enhanced strength then he could break his bonds and get the fuck out of here.

He pulled and pulled at the restraints holding him to the medical tables. He could feel blood running down his arms and thought distantly that one of his cuts must’ve gotten opened up by him moving so much too soon. But he didn’t stop. He needed to get out, he needed to get out, he needed to get -

“Stop that!”

Hands landed on Roman’s shoulders and pushed him firmly back down. No matter how much Roman bucked or tried to squirm away, the hands followed him and kept him held firmly to the table. “Shhh,” the voice, one that Roman recognized as Heart’s, cooed at him. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, kiddo. I need you to calm down, okay? You need to breathe with me. You’re not going to be hurt, I promise. Just breathe.”

It took a few moments for Roman to get his breathing under control and he immediately slapped himself. What the hell was he thinking, showing such weakness like that in front of Heart!? Heart was a villain and now he was going to use that weakness against him. He lowered himself back down on the table and kept his eyes on Heart.

“Good, good,” Heart praised softly. “That was so good, kiddo, you did so well there for me, Roman.” He slowly took his hands off of Roman’s body and smiled at him. “There we go, no more struggling. I’ll take these restraints off you in just a bit, okay? They’re there to make sure you don’t hurt yourself but they obviously didn’t work. We’ll get you in a real bed and stitch those cuts back up.”

Roman didn’t answer because he was pretty sure that his heart had just stopped. Heart had just said his name, his real name.

Okay, okay. That was a problem for when he escaped. Problem number one was surviving Heart.

“I’m not going to break,” Roman said quietly. “You’re not the first second-rate villain whose tried this before. It didn’t work for them, it won’t work for you. I’m not going to tell you anything.”

Heart blinked down at him and had so much genuine sadness in his eyes that Roman almost believed him. Almost. Roman wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t going to fall for any tricks tonight. Not again.

Heart sighed and shook his head. “Kiddo, I know torture marks when I see them. I bet if I looked at those scars of yours, I could pinpoint the exact villains who made them. But that’s not how I work. I don’t torture and,” his eyes hardened, “I don’t hurt kids. Ever.”

Roman let out a deep breath. Not because he trusted or believed in what Heart was saying. Because another one of the stitches had just opened and it was either let out a breath or burst into tears.

Heart looked down and bit his lip. “Well, looks like we’ll have to stitch you up sooner than later. Alright,” he grabbed onto Roman’s table and started to push it out of the room Roman had been in and down a hallway. “Don’t worry, Roman. We’re just gonna keep you here for a few days, maybe a week, and then we’ll let you go.”

Roman kept his eyes straight up at the rolling ceiling. He wasn’t going to trust Heart. He had to stay strong.

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“Roman!”

Roman turned from his school locker and relaxed when he saw Remy and Virgil running toward him. He waved his football team away from him and walked toward the freshmen. “Hey.”

“Hey?” Virgil said incredulously. “You disappear for a week and all we get is hey?”

Roman frowned and pointed at the bruise on Virgil’s cheek. “You get that from bad guys or from bullies?”

Virgil gaped at him. “Wha, bullies, Ro. That doesn’t matter now! Where the hell were you all week?”

“I got caught,” Roman sighed, glancing around the busy hallway. “Look, we shouldn’t talk about it here. Meet me tonight, okay?” he pointed at Virgil. “And I want the names of those bullies, you hear me?” He went to turn away but Remy grabbed his wrist before he could leave.

The younger boy leaned in close. “Heart’s minions were off the streets all week,” he murmured. “Heart did the same thing when he had me. Vee too. Pulled all his minions off the streets.” he cocked his eyebrow in a silent question.

You too?

Roman clenched his jaw and nodded. He shook Remy’s hand off his wrist and walked away. As he stormed away from his two allies and friends, he thought about why Heart hadn’t hurt him. He had Roman in his grasp, at his mercy. Why hadn’t he done anything besides treat him and feed him and nurse him back to health? Why did he let Roman go without a fight? It made no damn sense. It shouldn’t have mattered that Roman was only seventeen. He was a Hero. Villains tortured Heroes.

So why hadn’t Heart hurt him? It just didn’t make any sense.

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gothighunicorntolerance · 4 years ago

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Save the Moment- chapter 7

TW: Alcohol, implied abuse, self-deprecation

AO3

“Hey, Janus?” Patton tapped them on the shoulder.

They looked up from their lunch at Patton, who was fiddling with the straps of his camera- something Janus noticed he did when he was nervous.

“So there’s the pep rally at the end of the day, and after that there’s like an after-party. I always go since I’m one of the cheerleaders, and I was wondering if you’d like to come?”

Janus was most definitely not one to go to parties, but on the other hand it would give them an excuse to get out of the house and be with Patton. They considered a moment before replying, “I’d love to. But- will anyone else I know be there?

“I don’t think so. Unless you know anyone on the sports teams or cheerleading? Remy Dormir or Emile Picani? They’ll be there. Virgil and Roman might come, but don’t count on it.”

Janus shook their head. “I know the names, but I don’t know who they are.”

“Emile is another cheerleader, and he’s dating Remy, who’s somehow on the football team. Remy is hosting,” Patton explained.

“So they’re a stereotypical high school movie but gay?”

“Yup.”

The two of them laughed at the comparison.

“So you’ll come?” Patton asked, still giggling.

“Of course. But um, could you drive me? I can cook and I can spell, but I can’t drive,” Janus laughed, incapable of restraining themself from making a gay joke.

“Of course. If anyone else comes we’ll all just carpool.”

“Designated driving dad?”

“I’m the only one at our table who can drive!”

The two of them roared with laughter.

“So I’ll meet you after school? Our normal spot?” Janus asked as the bell rang.

“Yup,” Patton answered, picking up his bag. “I’m parked in the same spot as always.”

Janus nodded. “I’ll meet you there. Can’t wait!”

***

It was an hour after the pep rally had ended, and Janus’s ears were still ringing from the noise. Of course, it wasn’t all bad, as he got to clap for Patton, who was somehow thrown into the air and caught without becoming traumatized or gaining trust issues. One of the many mysteries of the world was how cheerleaders were so fearless when they could quite possibly die or become seriously injured if they weren’t caught properly.

And Janus would be lying if they said they hadn’t gasped in fear for their boyfriend as they watched him get tossed into the air and do some flips.

“Patton, how are you not terrified when you’re doing that?” They had asked Patton as the two of them walked to Patton’s car. He just shrugged in response, blushing a bit.

When Patton pulled up to the street in front of Remy Dormir’s house, there were already several cars parked in a long row. Janus could hear music already blasting from inside the house.

Patton slipped his hand into Janus’s, and the two of them opened the front door. Janus cringed at the noise, but walked in nonetheless when they saw Patton’s small grin.

“Emile!” Patton shouted over the loud music. A boy with glasses and a Steven Universe shirt turned around to Patton and waved, walking over.

“Hi Emile! This is my partner, Janus,” Patton smiled. Janus could feel themself going pink when they heard Patton call them his partner. Why did that make them so happy?

“Hey Pat! Hi, Janus,” Emile stuck out a hand for Janus to shake, and they obliged. Apparently Emile was the only high schooler on the planet who still shook hands for introductions.

“Hi,” was all Janus said. Emile seemed very nice, but the loud noise was already giving Janus second thoughts about agreeing to come with Patton. Janus didn't recognize any of the songs that were being blasted out of a large speaker, and they couldn’t decide if that made the noise better or worse.

Janus found themself being guided by Patton to the kitchen, where Patton found a package of Oreos and grabbed it, smiling mischievously at Janus.

“The perfect crime. These are our cookies now!”

“Ah, yes.” Janus rubbed their hands together like a Disney villain and let out an exaggerated evil laugh. “Stealing a package of Oreos is a terrible offense.”

Patton grinned and walked over to a punch bowl full of red Kool-aid. He took a Solo Cup and filled it with the red drink while Janus watched, making themself comfortable on the counter and ripped open the package of cookies.

They handed one to Patton, who had already taken a large sip of Kool-aid.

“Thanks-“ Patton hiccuped.

Janus nodded, taking a handful of cookies. They were slightly stale, but did the job of taking their mind off of the noise.

Janus had, apparently, disassociated while Patton socialized, because the next thing they knew, Remy, the host, was sitting on the counter next to them and kissing Emile. Janus averted their gaze.

“Hey Janus-“ Patton hiccuped. “I looo-“ he hiccuped again. “I looove you!”

Janus turned to Patton, who had a goofy grin on his face and round glasses askew.

“Pat? What-“ Janus suddenly paled as they realized what had happened: there had been alcohol in Patton's drink. They took a deep breath and slid off the counter, cringing as they smelled the alcohol on Patton. This couldn’t be happening- Patton was going to start yelling- Patton was going to grab his arm-

They took a step back and closed their eyes for a minute.

“Patton, do you want some water? I’ll-“

“Earth! Fire! Air!” Patton shouted.

“Patton, what-“

“Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony, until the fire nation attacked!”

“Er, Patton? Can I call your mom?” Janus tried to stop Patton from drunkenly shouting the entire Avatar introduction monologue, and somehow it worked.

“Yeah! Let’s go find my mom!” He giggled. Patton’s words were slurred, though Janus had, unfortunately, had practice listening to a drunk person when they were hard to understand.

“Patton, I need your phone to call your mom. Where is it?”

Instead of answering, Patton wrapped his arms around Janus in a tight hug.

Janus stiffened, and even though they knew that it was only Patton, who would never hurt them, the stench of the drink was still overwhelming. Cautiously returning the hug, Janus fished Patton’s phone out of his back pocket- all their dabbling in sleight of hand had come in handy more times than they could count, and taking Patton’s phone was one of the easier things they had used the usual skill for.

Janus pressed Pattom’s tumb to the home screen, unlocking it. They scrolled through Patton’s contacts, searching for someone marked “Mom” or “Mother” or something along those lines. They finally found Patton’s mom’s number, and with shaky hands, Janus pressed the call button.

“Hello?” Patton’s mom answered after one ring.

“Mrs. Harte?”

“Janus, is that you? Are you alright?” Mrs. Harte’s tone was suddenly concerned.

“I’m okay, but, um, Patton and I are at a party-“

“The one at the Dormir house?”

“Yes, and, I think- I think the drink was spiked. And- Patton’s… drunk.”

Janus silently cursed. What if they got Patton in trouble for saying that? What if Patton’s mom never let Patton around Janus-

“Is he okay? I��ll come pick you both up. Go stand outside and give me the address. Stay on the phone, dear.”

Janus took a shaky breath and started to lead Patton outside, and, not at all to Janus’s surprise, it was like herding cats down a mountain while said cats were chasing balls of yarn in the complete opposite direction you wanted the cats to go. Namely, Patton wanted to stop and talk to every single person he knew, which seemed to be everyone.

It was only when Janus finally managed to drag Patton out of the hot and suffocatingly loud party could they finally take a relaxed breath. Though that moment of relief faded when they saw Mrs. Harte’s car stopping in front of them.

Janus braced themself for yelling, or accusations, or being left to find their own way back to their house.

But instead, Mrs. Harte helped Patton into the car and told Janus to sit up front, all without raising her voice. Why wasn’t she angry? Why wasn’t she yelling? Or leaving Janus there? Why hadn’t she raised her hand?

Janus sat in the passenger’s seat, waiting for the inevitable.

“Janus?” Mrs. Harte looked at them. There it was- now Janus would have to listen to her yell.

“Thank you for letting me know. It’s not your fault, or Patton’s. I’m sure he didn’t drink underage on purpose, but a lot happens at teenagers' parties. But he’s fine, and you’re not in trouble. I’m glad you called me, Janus.”

Janus let out a breath of relief. Why was Patton’s mom so nice? They didn’t deserve it-

Patton spoke up from the back, interrupting their train of thought with a loud hiccup. “Mooom! Hiiii! Have you met Janus?” He grinned.

Janus and Mrs. Harte looked at each other and laughed.

‘Yes dear, I have,” Mrs. Harte replied. Turning to Janus, she asked, “Would it be alright if you stayed the night? It’s pretty late, and you look shaken.”

“Yes!” Janus blurted out. A night away from their father? And it was with Patton? Almost a dream come true!

***

Mrs. Harte helped Patton out of the car as he stumbled, still giggling at random times. As a rabbit steamed across the lawn, Patton laughed and tried to chase it into the neighbor’s yard. Janus couldn’t help but chuckle as his mom pulled him out of the neighbor’s lawn and into the house. Patton’s house was just as cozy as Janus remembered, albeit a little messier.

“Sorry about the mess, dear. The guest room is just down the hall to the left, with the bathroom next to it. Get yourself settled and I’ll get you some clothes to sleep in,” Mrs. Harte led Patton down said hallway, Janus following. They peeked into Patton’s room, and it was almost exactly how Janus imagined it would look- vintage polaroids hung on a string of fairy lights over a desk cluttered with yarn, a sweater draped over the chair. Patton’s bed was covered in a rainbow hand-knit blanket and held more pillows than Janus cared to count. Mrs. Harte was attempting to get Patto into said pile of pillows when he looked up and saw Janus standing there.

“Jaaanus! Hi!! Have you heard that I love you? I love you!” Patton slipped around his mom and hugged Janus. They seemed to be getting a lot of hugs recently. Patton rested his head on Janus’s shoulder, leaning into them.

Janus started at Patton’s mom, their face becoming redder as her smile grew wider.

“Patton, Janus is going to be here tomorrow, too,” she again started the long process of convincing Patton to go to sleep.

“Yeah, Pat. If you close your eyes, tomorrow will get here sooner, so you’ll see me again, okay?”

“Oh! Okay!” Patton stumbled past his mom and practically tripped face first into his bed. Patton’s mom took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand on top of a book.

“Alright, Janus. Let’s get you settled. I’ll pick up donuts in the morning, but my wife should be home by then. She works the night shift at the hospital today.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Janus said as she turned out the light in Patton’s room.

When Janus woke the next morning, they thought it had all been a dream until they saw the unfamiliar bed and realized they were wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt from a 2018 pride festival. Pushing the blanket off them and then tiptoeing as quietly as they could toward the kitchen, Janus only had one train of thought. What would their father say when they got home?

The thought was suddenly pushed from their mind when Janus saw Patton’s moms sitting at the kitchen table with a box of donuts.

They gestured for Janus to sit down and join them. Pushing a paper plate with a couple glazed donuts on it toward Janus, Mrs. Harte smiled and asked, “how did you sleep?”

“I- great, thank you. Is Patton still asleep?”

They both laughed, but Janus didn’t know what was so funny.

“He’s going to have a horrible headache when he wakes up. I remember the first time we-” “Oh! It was terrible-”

Patton’s moms laughed together, and Janus suddenly felt a pang of envy. Patton’s parents were so in love with each other, and they wondered for a minute why they couldn’t have that. Janus’s mother had left them and their father, who barely tolerated them as it was. But if he found out Janus was gay? He would completely disown them. Not that it would be horrible, as Janus couldn’t wait until they could move out. But until then? Coming out couldn't happen.

But Patton seemed to have been born out of the closet! He was so open about his sexuality and showed it at every opportunity.

“Oh! Janus! I forgot to ask, do you drink coffee, and would you like some?” The other Mrs Harte- Janus wasn’t quite sure how to differentiate between which lesbian they meant by their last names- asked, shaking Janus from their thoughts.

“Oh, yes please.” Patton’s mom brought over two mugs of hot coffee and milk, but Janus just picked up the mug placed in front of them, and without adding any milk or sugar, or even waiting for it to cool off a bit, took a sip.

Both Mrs. Hartes, seemingly impressed, suddenly looked down the hallway and called out, “look who decided to wake up!

“What’s up, sleepyhead?”

Patton came into the kitchen, his curly hair sticking up from every angle and glasses likely forgotten on his nightstand. He blinked rapidly, and groaned, “it’s too bright.”

Bleary-eyed, Patton pulled out a chair and sat down, only then realizing that Janus was next to him.

“Uh. Hi,” Patton hastily attempted to tame his bedhead. “I- sorry for… anything I did last night. I don’t remember anything that happened,” he shook his head.

“It’s fine.” Janus replied, leaving out the fact that the alcohol fought back memories they would much rather forget. “You were actually kind of funny.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Mrs. Harte said. “But Janus, what time do you need to be home? Is noon alright?”

“Yeah, noon is fine. Thanks,” Janus replied, absolutely not looking forward to going back to their house.

Not seeming to notice Janus’s displeasure, somewhat glad she didn’t, Mrs Harte replied, “Great! Would you two like to watch a movie?”

“Yeah, just don’t have the volume too high. My head hurts..” Patton groaned.

***

When the movie was finished, Janus was reluctant to leave the couch where they had settled with Patton under a handmade blanket and his head resting on their shoulder. But all good things must come to an end, Janus thought as they climbed into the passenger seat of Mrs. Harte’s car. The other Mrs. Harte (Janus still wasn’t sure what to call them) was staying with Patton to make sure he was alright.

Janus didn’t talk much on the car ride, and, thankfully, Mrs. Harte didn’t push them to.

When she pulled up at Janus’s house, she must have seen how worried Janus looked.

“Janus, you can call me any time,” she said, taking out a sticky note and pen from the glove compartment. “Here’s my number, and don’t be afraid to call me if something happens.”

She handed them the note with a phone number written on it, which Janus slipped in the pocket of their now-clean usual clothes. The unspoken word of “outed” hung in the air.

“Thank you,” Janus said, getting out of the car.

Taking a deep bath, they prepared themself to walk through the door and see their father. When Janus walked in, they saw almost exactly what they expected. Their father stood in front of the fridge, beer in hand and scowling at them.

“Where have you been, boy!?” He shouted at Janus, not realizing how they cringed when he said “boy.” Janus wasn’t a boy, they were non binary! But they could never tell him that. The repercussions would be worse than intentional misgendering.

“I was at a party,” Janus said calmly, having rehearsed lines just in case something like this happened.

“All night! You were at a party the entire night!?”

“Yes, I was. I fell asleep at the house.”

There was just enough truth in the last line for him to believe it. Janus had simply changed “a” house to “the” house, and their father bought it. Those were the best kinds of lies- those with mostly truth, but a word or two changed just enough that everyone would believe it.

He furrowed his sweaty eyebrows and said, “fine. But I don’t want to see you again for the rest of the day. There’s a game on, and I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Fine.” Janus had planned to do homework and take a walk, anyways.

“What did you say?”

“Yes, sir,” Janus plastered a fake smile on their face and walked to their bedroom.

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