#virgil looks so hot dude

[ehilaaaaa12340]

COOKED.

Yeah!

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I talk about Virgil a lot so here are some random (some AU specific, some not, NOT ALL IN THE SAME AU) headcanons I have for Remus with mediocre elaboration:

— low empathy autistic. Has to be taught some empathy. I don't mean he's a danger, I just mean it doesn't initially occur to him that something might hurt someone emotionally. Also this usually comes with more of an explanation but I ✨don't remember the entire explanation✨

— he/they/it/various neos. I just think they'd vibe with it. I don't think he'd totally rock with she/her but y'all know headcanons are individual and I very much love seeing she/her and transfem Remus too <33

— tics. Sometimes they're worse than other times. Usually in a human au. Not with any specific disorder in mind when thought of

— this one is less mine and more my one friend's but Imma include it anyway: they wrote about him in one AU having a schizophrenia disorder. I don't remember the specifics but some of it was Remus seeing and hearing people/things that aren't there, which caused him and a lot of other people distress, and it furthered their "this is why people look at him odd but really he's not odd" agenda. He thought he was broken. Nope turns out his brain's just a bit different. Cue "ohhhhhh"

— y'know 80s/90s punk aesthetic? Yeah. Also thrifts like a bitch like they're out there all the time.

— walking calculator and can do a truly abhorrent level of math in his head. But cannot for the life of them do English. Like what the fuck is a semi colon. Ain't that the thing in your body?

— marine biologist or a mortician for his job I CANNOT decide.

— has horror movies as comfort movies <3 like "okay I'm sleeping now hmmm I'll put on the original Halloween" and then dozes off to it

— has facial hair other than the mustache. Removes the facial hair other than the mustache

— truly the most monstrous mullet you have ever seen except it's somehow hot. Like against all odds it's hot on it.

— writes down its worst intrusive thoughts in a notebook and when the notebook is full, burns it. That way it's an almost symbolic way of "FUCK these ideas"

— cusses just so goddamn much

— in some few AUs (I have to specify); smoker. Started as a teenage rebellion habit and now it's kicking their ass.

— tooth gap. I fucking love tooth gap.

— the grey streak isn't dye actually it's a birth mark. Roman has a similar one but he dyes it (neither brother is bothered by this)

— has fake blood splattered on several pairs of shoes just because it can and they think it looks cool

— reaaaaaally tries to pretend they don't care about Roman (highschool specific au) but also shows up for all of his theater shows and is always giving a standing ovation every time and has cried at a few performances (but definitely not no because they're too cool 😎.. *sobs*)

I feel like this is too many but ya get my vibes for him? :D I hope. I love them. They're so cool. It's just. AAAA

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Dude I fucking L O V E all of these S O fucking much oml!!! These really match Ree's vibes and them being a walking calculator is S O fucking underrated (Also “What the fuck is a semi colon ain't that the thing in your body?” is so R E A L XD) I really dig the notebook burning thing I think it would really help get it's thoughts out and he can find it therapeutic because F I R E <3 Also the highschool one has me cackling just

Remus: I could give less of a shit about Ro

Remus: *goes to all of his shows*

Remus: *sobbing and clapping* That's my fuckin' twin y'all!

True Punk behavior XD

[purrgilpawkins]

Burning Love

Summary: After an encounter with Hotstreak, Virgil takes it upon himself to kiss and make Richie better. (Also available on AO3)

Pairings: Richie Foley/Virgil Hawkins

Warnings: n/a

Notable tags: fluff, established relationship, first degree burns, aloe vera usage

“Ow!” Richie yelped, snatching his hand from Virgil’s grasp and the Terrorsome Tweezers he was using to remove the fabric stuck to Richie’s hand.

The fabric that stuck to his hand after Hotstreak had managed to catch Gear off guard, grabbing hold of said hand just as he’d been about to take off, and burning Gear’s glove badly enough so it wouldn’t come off without a fight. Luckily, Static had come to the rescue before Hotstreak could do any real damage.

Back at the Gas Station, the dynamic duo checked the damage and both heroes had determined it wouldn’t require a doctor’s assistance (not that they’re knowledgeable enough to make that call.)

Virgil sighed an ever patient sigh and gently took Richie’s hand in his, pulling it back toward him to resume his ministrations.

“Chill, Rich. I’m almost done,” Virgil said, trying not to feel guilty over Richie’s flinching that accompanied every plucked piece of synthetic fabric.

With another piece plucked and another hiss of pain from Richie, Virgil clicked the tiny tweezers together twice as he turned Richie’s hand over and back, looking for any more bits of the gruesome glove. Virgil sighed again, relieved that the worst was finally done, and placed the tweezers beside himself on the rickety coffee table he was using as a chair. He then reached out for the bottle of aloe lotion, stubbornly not looking at the table as his hand bumped into a roll of bandages and the tweezers he’d just placed down. Finally, Virgil’s hand found the smooth plastic bottle and picked it up.

“I’m done tweezing, dude. You can stop bracing for impact.”

Richie opened his eyes a smidge and untensed his shoulders at the sight of Virgil squeezing the lotion into his hand. Setting the bottle down, Virgil began rubbing his hands together, coating his hands completely, and reached out to take Richie’s hand in his once more. Richie inhaled sharply, bracing for sudden pain, but exhaled upon the immediate relief at the cool feeling enveloping his uncomfortably hot hand. As Virgil rubbed it in, he couldn’t help but be glad that Richie’d had the foresight to buy the aloe for electrical burns (both of the technological and Static variety.)

After the thorough rub down, Virgil reached back toward the table and grabbed the roll of bandages he’d knocked around before. He waited for Richie to finish shaking his hand to dry the lotion and began wrapping it loosely and delicately. Once carefully wrapped, Virgil tore off the end and taped it in place, placing the roll back on the table and doing a final inspection of Richie’s hand.

“Am I gonna make it?” Richie joked.

“Maybe,” Virgil mumbled, bringing Richie’s hand to his lips and tenderly kissing the back of it.

Richie’s face flushed immediately and he looked away from Virgil, embarrassed at his bright red face and dopey grin he couldn’t quite control. Virgil gave his hand another kiss and Richie squeaked.

“Dude.”

Virgil smiled mischievously and gave Richie’s hand another kiss before releasing it. Richie took his hand out of Virgil’s range and rubbed at it affectionately, still trying to wipe the stupid grin off his face. Virgil gave Richie’s cherry tomato face a once over before gasping loudly. Richie snapped his head toward him at the sound.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Virgil brought his hands up and cradled Richie’s face in between them. “You didn’t tell me Hotstreak got your face too! Here, lemme make it better.” He then pulled Richie’s face toward his, peppering kisses on Richie’s reddened cheeks, making them even redder. It’s a wonder how Richie didn’t pass out with all the blood rushing to head.

“Virg!” Richie giggled as Virgil went back and forth between cheeks, leaving no bit of skin unsmooched. Richie pushed Virgil back slightly amidst the laughing from them both, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s neck and leaning in to press their foreheads together. “I think,” Richie said in between laughs, “I’ll be alright, V.”

“I dunno, Rich,” Virgil began, trying to hold back his own laughter, “your lips are looking a little pink. Hotstreak might’ve gotten you there too.”

“Hmm, you may be right about that, dude. Guess you should kiss ‘em and make ‘em better. Just in case.”

“Well, I mean, if you think it’s necessary…”

“Oh, yes,” Richie said seriously, “very necessary.”

Virgil and Richie leaned in at the same, lips pressing softly against each other, noses pressing less softly against each other. The kiss broke quickly as the two couldn’t keep their laughter in anymore.

“Man, you are such a goof.” Richie wiped at his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah, but I’m your goof, you goof,” Virgil responded with a grin, giving Richie another quick kiss as he took Richie’s bandaged hand in his.

[gloryride]

I decided to finally give a proper wardrobe to my babes, especially my boys. Did mod shopping and started to dress them.

And i just finished Isao ! He has now more outfits than before, all in balck/red tones (just 2 white tops) and aaaaah, i'm so proud of these ! Look at it :

Boy is ready to go out in town, and kick some ass ! I really need to continue his story, i think he will be back in special forces, this guy is a killer (and he looks good in tactical gear) Still need to do Oscar, Virgile and Enzo, don't know the order yet ^^ Also, i lost my reshade, redo one i prefer and starting to use CharLi mod, and gosh, just basic pics with this hot dude are awesome !

[sanderstime]

My favorite headcanons, Dark Side Edition

Orange Side: "wow, you're including him?"

Yeah I know, I'm so great for doing so. - He is an instigator, he causes fights and debates constantly by blurting out an opinion he knows the other sides will hate just so he has an excuse to yell (he thinks it's fun.)

-He's naturally a loud guy, his whispers are barely quieter than normal talking.

-His handwriting is TERRIBLE. No one can really read it, except Remus because he taught him how to decode it. Just so he can annoy Janus when he can't figure it out.

-Remus and Janus are his best friends, and he specifically loves to make Logan mad.

-He's tried to make Patton mad and has only succeeded once, and never again. He keeps trying though.

-Loves spicy things. Probably eats takis for breakfast.

-dyes his hair flaming hot-Cheeto ass red, and he's iconic for it.

-He wears leather jackets... yeah...yeah he does.

-Cronus. that is his name ty

Remus:

Where.... where do I even BEGIN

-He's slightly taller than Roman and holds it over him constantly "Oh you can't reach the top shelf? let the BIGGER brother get it for you."

-Remus definitely writes fanfiction. Thats it.

-He is very musically gifted with instruments, especially the Tuba. He will convince Roman to perform with him and make him sing along to his tuba for 'brotherly bonding.'

-The first one to get lost if they went to an amusement park together, Logan would have the map and then turn around to see Remus is already missing.

-Dude is weirdly extremely flexible, like nearly contortionist-level of flexibility.

-he made a deal to marry Janus if they were single by 40. He initiated it and bothered him until Janus sighed and went "Fineeee."

-Like Roman, he sings on a daily basis, just... a lot more purposefully obnoxious.

-He likes to go into Romans room and make things just out of place, like stealing a single bulb from his fairy lights or moving things slightly to the left.

-He loves to play hide and seek, sometimes he'll just hide for no reason until someone finds him and screams when he gets scared.

-He also loves Disney, but he likes bringing up the disturbing behind-the-scenes facts that he knows.

-He actively thinks about the Roman Empire, as a joke.

-He does his makeup too, and he often does Romans' makeup too- it's one of the few parts of the day when they don't argue at all.

Janus:

-Despite loving snakes, he actually has pet rats. Two of them.

-He's the kind of guy to start a fight between two people and then begin recording when it escalates "Oooh did he just call you that? You going to let that slide?"

-In AU's where they have powers, I like him having the ability to shapeshift into people he makes a connection with. So when he finally opens up with someone he transforms into them and back to his normal self to prove that he cares y'know...

-He does care a lot, even though he fights often with the other sides he sees them all as his friends. Remus will always be who he's closest with.

-He and Virgil being bitter exes makes sense. idk it just does. I don't make the rules.

-His favorite board game is Secret Hitler. Because he is great at it.

-Birds creep him out, he doesn't like how they look up close and how loud they can be.

-Made a fake account posting fake science facts and tagging Logan, so Logan will go on long tangents about how wrong he is. Then he will reply with "Nope."

-Every time someone asks him to hand them something he will say "No." and hand it to them anyway.

-Makes sure everyone is taking care of themselves, he may not get along with everyone all the time but at the end of the day, he makes sure they are properly taken care of.

-would definitely get a two-headed snake tattoo.

- he NEEDS snakebites, like... c'mon.

[myapathyhaspeaked]

Platonic Sides Week Day 3: Cards

It was a rainy afternoon, and Patton decided that it was the perfect time for some family game time. He managed to coax Roman, Logan, and Virgil into the Mindscape common room, where he had pulled out a plethora of games, from Monopoly and Scrabble to Battleship and Exploding Cats. They eventually settled on Uno, and sat in a circle.

Logan held the instructions in his hand, poring over them while Roman did some obstentations shuffling tricks for the others. They were going to follow the rules. If that made them the only Uno players in the history of Uno to actually follow the rules, so be it. 

“Everyone draw a card, and whoever gets the highest number deals,” he stated, then reached for the deck. He drew a six and sighed. Not a guaranteed win, so the others would have to draw, which wasn’t as efficient as he would’ve liked.

Virgil got an eight, and Patton got a four. If Roman wanted to deal, which he very much did, he would need to draw a nine. When he saw the card he had pulled, he cheered.

“Yes, Wild card! That’s gotta be like a ten or something, right?” He grabbed for the deck, ready to deal the cards out.

“Actually, in this situation Action Cards count as zero. So Virgil will be dealing.”

Roman dramatically slumped against the couch like his bones had disappeared and sighed. “But I wanted to make it rain!” he complained.

“It’s already raining, kiddo,” Patton pointed out, bless his heart. Even in the Mindscape, the raindrops drummed outside, creating consistent background noise. If he hadn’t invited the others to hang out, he probably would have been cozied up in a blanket with a hot drink and an old cartoon.

“That would likely expose half of the cards’ faces before the game even began.”

“Don’t worry dude, we can make it rain after you lose,” Virgil teased. Before Roman could start making offended Princey noises, Logan tapped the instructions to gain their attention.

“As the person to the left of the dealer, you will have the privilege of starting the game.”

Safe to say he was appeased.

It had been two hours, and they were, despite all odds and what they all had previously thought was possible, still on their first game. They had gone through the deck three times, and they were halfway through their forth.

Logan was stewing with a hefty handful of cards, mainly because it only took fifteen minutes for “stacking Draw Twos is a human right” to win over following the rules and the universe was apparently intent on giving him an aneurysm. At least he had managed to convince them to keep stacking Draw Fours illegal. He couldn’t handle what would happen if someone was hit with a Draw Twenty-Four.

The others were doing a lot better, with no more than four cards each. Usually this meant the game was about to end, but they had gotten to this stage several times, and each time some bullshit happened to give everyone a full hand again. Still, they were optimistic.

Roman proudly placed down a red two. “Uno!” Virgil followed with a green two, and Logan submitted a green eight. Their eyes turned to Patton, who was looking a little nervous.

“Now kiddo, please know that this is nothing personal,” he cautioned, his cards held close to his chest. The cause for his concern was soon revealed when he hesitantly added a Draw Four to the pile. Roman let out a dismayed shout as victory was pulled out of his grasp before he had the chance to embrace it. 

“Patton!” he gasped in overacted betrayal.

“Sorry, sorry, but I didn’t have another card I could play. And blue.”

“I suppose, under those circumstances, I have to forgive you,” he sighed, then drew his new cards. Logan continued the game with a seven, and Virgil chose a Wild Card, changing the color to yellow. Patton looked sheepishly at Roman, then pulled out another goddamn Draw Four.

“Oh my fucking God,” Virgil snickered behind his hand, watching as Roman clutched the fatherly Side’s shoulders, begging him to chose literally any other card. All he got was the same “it was my only option.”

You’ll never guess what card Patton used to end the game. Actually you probably can, quite easily even. But I’m going to let you imagine the others’ reactions, because nothing I could write could possibly capture the amount of defeat, devastation, and befuddlement that you can picture more clearly in your brain.

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@platonicsidesweek

[brandstifter-sys]

Birthday Spider

Word count: 1123 (Ao3)

Rating: T

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: explosions, sex mention, blood mention, cartoon physics

Virgil wakes up to a surprise on his birthday. Of course it's a Remus-style surprise, so things get a little crazy.

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Virgil knew it was suspicious that he had gone to bed alone the night before. His over exuberant boytoy was always begging to snuggle all night—possibly naked. But Remus hadn't even suggested it. In fact, it was so suspicious that Virgil really should have seen this coming. 

He was roused from his sleep by an unpleasant smell. It took a minute of burying his face in his pillow for everything to click. 

He jolted up and threw himself to his feet. 

Something was burning! 

He had a fire extinguisher on his wall. If he found the source he could— 

All of his thoughts went out of his mind when he saw the giant purple cake with black spider web decorations. It was beautiful, uneven and sharp, but it was too big, even for him—and he could eat more than everyone else combined! 

And then a familiar set of notes played from the cake. Virgil knew that particular beat all too well. 

Oh no

He inched back and sat down. It was probably the best way he could stay safe. He knew something was coming.

BANG 

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and held up his arms to shield himself from the sugary debris. 

The top half of the cake exploded, revealing the source of the burning smell. 

“It’s your birthday so I know you want to ri-i-ide out!” Remus sang as the smoke cleared. 

Virgil coughed and glared at the shameless imp. He was standing proudly in the middle of the red cake in burnt tatters of his clothes. They were so thoroughly destroyed that he could see the upside down purple heart pasties covering his nipples. 

Worse yet, he was beaming with wide, manic eyes and the ends of his mustache were on fire, like fucking candles. To top off Remus' exaggerated look, he was covered in smears of ash and frosting. 

“Dude!” Virgil snapped and waved his hand to stop the music. 

“Happy birthday!” Remus cheered and threw his arms out in a dramatically showy gesture. 

“What the fuck?!” 

“I'm celebrating your birthday! And I'm your sexy present to use however you want!” Remus jeered and brought his hand to his chest. He fluttered his lashes and blew a kiss. 

“You're on fire,” Virgil deadpanned. 

Remus giggled and licked his fingers. He pinched the ends of his mustache and wiggled his shoulders. 

“How do you expect me to not catch fire when you're so hot?” Remus jeered. 

Virgil sighed and rubbed his temples. He was going to get a headache from this flirt’s antics. He was already going to have to clean up the mess. 

“Remus, how did you get inside the cake?” 

“Well I baked it around myself of course! And then I used my special talents to decorate it!” Remus laughed. 

“That's why you're covered in ashes and your clothes are burnt.” 

“You would have torn them to shreds anyway!” Remus giggled, “We both know how much of an animal you can be!” 

“Did your pants burn up?” 

“Yes, yes they did!” 

“Fix that,” Virgil said and ran his hand through his hair, only mildly pissed off that there was frosting in his mane. 

“Aw! But I'm ready for you to use and abuse with your massive—” 

“Remus, what's the point of a present if I can't unwrap it?” he cut the duke off. He knew Remus could see through his excuse, but he could hope Remus was intrigued by the prospect. 

“Kinky!” Remus jeered and wiggled his eyebrows. He at least waved his hand and conjured something to cover his special duchy. 

The absurdity of the situation finally caught up with Virgil once he knew that Remus was covered. He was still covered in cake splatter, and his ridiculous boytoy was posing inside the destroyed cake like some kind of pin up. Everything was a mess and Remus looked ridiculous. Virgil was torn between laughing and crying. 

While he let his emotions settle, Virgil decided that he really did not want cake all over his face. He lifted the bottom of his shirt and wiped away the mess, knowing full well that there would be more mess to come. 

AWOOGA

Virgil paused his clean up and glanced at Remus, just in time to see his head return to its normal shape from a train whistle. The little shit’s eyes bugged out of his skull and his tongue hung out of his mouth like a cartoon character. 

“Seriously? You can't even see that much skin, you dork!” Virgil scoffed and realized that he would have to change his shirt. With a sigh he reluctantly pulled his tee over his head. 

This time he expected the small explosion. Remus was hovering in the air, running in place and leering at him. 

Virgil accepted his fate the second he tossed his shirt aside. Remus zoomed into his lap and immediately ran his hands all over Virgil’s exposed torso. Little purple and green hearts seemed to bubble up from his shoulders. 

“Jeez!” 

“I am a simple man! I see my boyfriend's tiddies and I have to touch!” Remus jeered and smiled up at him, “Especially if it makes his birthday better!” 

Virgil couldn't help himself when he met Remus' gaze. The little Looney Toon was so excited and cute, covered in the cake he made. Of course Virgil had to lick up some of the frosting on his cheek. 

Remus immediately turned red, like a curtain had been drawn from his feet to his head. Virgil chuckled as he went rigid and steam shot from his ears. 

And then he relaxed and clung to Virgil with hearts in his eyes and little gargoyle cupids circling his head. 

“Buttercream?” Virgil asked with a bemused smirk. Remus nodded and grinned like a dopey puppy. 

“Not bad. But it needs something else,” Virgil teased and ran his tongue over the same cheek, picking up frosting, cake, and ash. Remus absolutely melted, at least his bones did. 

“Much better. Red velvet?” 

“Mhm, with extra fresh blood!” Remus responded in a daze. 

“Must be your blood,” Virge mused and cleaned up his entire room with a wave of his hand. He cleaned himself and the duke and got Remus in some pajama pants. 

“How did you know?” Remus giggled as Virgil scooped him up. 

“It's sweeter than usual,” Virgil said and dragged Remus under the covers. He curled up around the flustered duke and kissed his forehead. 

“Since you're my present, you get teddy bear duty for now,” Virgil hummed and relaxed his head on the pillow. Remus immediately rolled over and clung to him. He could use a nap with his Scare Bear, and any fun stuff could wait, as long as Virgil was happy and his.

[wolf-mask]

Hot take since I've seen people split half and half here, but I think it's fine that Johnny Young Bosch is voicing Dante. Yes, it feels weird to hear "Nero's" voice coming out of Dante but oh well, we'll get used to it.

However I will say everyone trying to spin it as "Nero impersonating Dante" genuinely is like. Wow dude that is delusional. Saying it as a joke is one thing, but that is a whole other thing. For one thing we know this takes place pre-dmc3 because of the inclusion of the prequal manga for dmc3 that never got finished, and we straight up see Arkham in the trailer for a second.

My interpretation is that they're trying to combine all the extant DMC materials into one place alongside the games, which i'm actually happy about! Even a lot of hardcore dmc fans that i watch on yt/twitch don't ever seem to go into the extant lore like the books and manga. So they're starting from square one, so why not use a new VA for Dante (as much as I love Rueben's voice for him, i have looked at his Twitter and all I can say is WOW. I hope that man gets some help for his conspiracy theory descent).

As for JYB's tweet on him being cast as Dante for the anime on purpose, I don't think its because of the insane crackpot theory people have come up with. My guess is because he has already voiced one half of a pair of twins, twice actually , being Vash in the og trigun anime and Stampede. Vash and Knives are very similar to Dante and Virgil, which I think influenced the casting. So my guess is that Whenever Virgil shows up in the series, he'll be voiced by one of Knives's voice actors. Either Austin Tindle or Kirk Baily.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

My fam is having car troubles and it's preventing me from being able to go to school (frustrating bc I already have the attendance office on my chronically-ill ass 😭) so here's more mechanic Remus things with a little sprinkle of "Roman's his little brother instead of twin (remember that?)"

- he and Virgil don't come into contact super often for a while. This shits a slur burn. But eventually things just keep winding up wrong with the car and he keeps calling remus

- he calls Remus specifically (Remus gave him his personal number) (said all the other guys there were shady as fuck and Virgil was too cute for that bullshit) (also in case Virgil was interested)

- looooootta trips where Remus comes to Virgil's place

- awkward host Virgil who is like ".. do u want some water?" meanwhile Remus is just straight up under his car

- Remus coming inside the house with completely pitch black hands like ":D please turn on your sink for me. And maybe put some soap in my hands. So I don't turn your whole ass kitchen black." my dad always makes me do this it's so fun /j /lh

- Virgil DOES hang out w him outside though don't get me wrong I just mean that one time

- Virgil once went inside and then came out an hour later and saw his backseat completely removed and was freaked out (Remus needed to check smth. He put it back!!)

- once Virgil just kinda. lied. said he wanted Remus to check this Weird Noise the car was making. (There was no weird noise he just weirdly missed him)

- one time, different car, Remus mentions how their scheduled time is really close to when he has to get his brother. So like. When he shows up. Remus will not be alone.

- cue Fuck It™ and Roman comes with him

- what a day for Virgil, dude (Jesus Christ this kid never stops talking) (also Virgil couldn't spoil Disney for him?? Wtf Remus?? He has to learn eventually??) (it's fine whatever he's a good artist) (did call Virgil easy to draw, though... lil bastard—)

- otherwise, when it's just Virgil and Remus, they find out they have a lot in common! Interests-wise, but they def. bond over music at first. Gotta have smth going on in the background.

- Virgil can't get over the fact Remus looks hot though. It like becomes a problem for him. I can't blame him tho— greasy mullet mechanic in a tank top working on my car? Sweating and covered in grease?? Hello??? Shits hot. If virgil is weak I am too.

- their first date is when Virgil offers to buy Remus dinner for a really tight squeeze-in for a check on something. Remus takes him up on the offer and they schedule for that weekend. They have a really good time and then at the end Remus mentions how he kinda wished it was a date. Virgil realizes he did too. Oh Shit™.

- they kiss anysay

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Damn that sucks man hope everything starts working soon but Y E S Mechanic!Ree and lil bro Ro!!! I will never get over Vee constantly calling Ree specifically for his car even when there isn't an issue he's simply Gay for a chaotic man in a mullet and feels safer XD I'm cackling at the thought of Vee just making a snack for Ree and seeing the backseat completely gone and he just almost drops the plate jaw dropped and all XD Also the fact that Ro's lowkey a lil shit and Vee can't spoil Disney for him has me cackling Ree get your bro XD It's really nice to see the beloveds easily click and it all started because of Vee's car <3

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Five Times Someone Mistook Roman And Remus (And One Time They Finally Met)

1. Austin

[Original post] • [2] [3] [4] [5] [+1]

Word Count: 701

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Intruxiety

Warnings: shouting, accusations of cheating (no actual cheating), swearing, shitty (ex)boyfriends, panic attacks

Also just to be clear Roman and Remus are not in any way related in this, they just happen to look a lot alike

~~~START~~~

This was only their third date, but Remus really liked Virgil.  

They’d originally been sent on a blind date by their mutual friend, Patton (who, Remus later learned, had had to bribe Virgil with cookies so that he’d even go), and had hit it off immediately. Remus was an artist whose work focused heavily on horror; Virgil was a fashion designer whose work could be called “Hot Topic-Chic”.  

But it wasn’t just their mutual participation in counter-culture and fascination with the darker things in life that made Patton certain that they were “soulmates”. No, it was the way that most of Remus’s favorite pieces were about finding hope in the darkness; it was the way Virgil lined his favorite clothes with a cute kitty-cat patterned fabric; it was the way Remus had named his dog Mr. Snuggles; it was the way Virgil’s apartment was filled with cuddly plushies that he made himself.  

And quite frankly it was the way that both of them had horrendous taste in eye makeup.  

But no matter what reason Patton had for setting them up, Remus couldn’t be happier about it.  

For their third date, they’d gone to Patton’s cat-theme café (which didn’t have any real cats in it since Patton was allergic), and then they’d taken their hot chocolates (since both of them were on medications that prevented them from having caffeine) and donuts to the park across the street. It had been threatening to rain all morning, so there weren’t too many other people out and about, but now the clouds were starting to clear.  

Remus wasn’t really sure what had happened — one minute he and Virgil were discussing the darker themes in cartoons, and the next there was a very irate man screaming at them.  

Or more specifically, screaming at Remus.  

“I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!” The man screeched. “YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME!? AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU!? AFTER I ATTENDED THAT SHITTY PLAY LAST MONTH!? Oh, don’t tell me, you actually are sleeping with that actor guy? I knew it! That ‘stage kiss’ had way too much chemistry! So, who’s this? Your third side-hoe? Fourth?” 

“Okay first of all,” Remus seethed; he had no idea who this man was, but clearly Remus resembled someone he knew, and clearly that someone deserved better. “Back the fuck up! Secondly, I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you have problems, dude. Thirdly, Vee is my only hoe, so write that down!” 

“Oh, grow up!” The man sneered. “You think gluing some shitty fake mustache to your face and changing your clothes makes you unrecognizable? Newsflash Ro, it doesn’t, so stop pretending you don’t know me, and let’s have a real conversation like grownups!” 

The man reached out to pull at Remus’s mustache, but Remus slapped his hand away before he could make contact.  

“Maybe you need to grow up and stop yelling at strangers in parks,” Virgil hissed, but the man fully ignored him.  

“You know what? We’re through! Your singing sucks, your acting is hacky, and it is weird that you’re a full-grown man who’s still into Disney! Lose my number, I never want to see you again.” 

The man shoved past Remus — knocking the cocoa out of his hand — and stormed away.  

“The feeling’s mutual!” Remus shouted at the man’s retreating form. “HE’S BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU! What a turd.” 

“Y-yeah,” Virgil stammered, drawing Remus’s attention to the fact that he was shaking.  

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, taking Virgil’s hand gently. “I swear I’ve never seen that man before in my life! I would never–” 

“I believe you,” Virgil cut him off, breath hitching. “I do. I’m just bad at confrontation.” 

“Okay. Do you need to sit down? We can go back to Patton’s. Or there’s a bench over there if you want?” 

“Bench!” Virgil gasped.  

Remus led him over to the bench, and sat patiently while Virgil went through some breathing exercises.  

“So?” Virgil asked once his breathing had evened out. “I’m your only hoe?” 

Remus cracked a grin. “Oh absolutely! Nothing could compare to that ass!” 

Virgil lasted exactly two seconds before he was doubled over laughing and wheezing with Remus close behind.  

“You’re my only hoe, too.” 

~~~END~~~

I don’t think I’m quite sold on the title, but I had trouble finding a short way to word what this is (technically I don’t need to put “Five And One” but shut up)

This is my first attempt at Dukexiety as a pairing, and I’m not exactly sure I’ve quite hit the vibe, but to be fair, it is a new relationship soooo

(I picked Dukexiety mostly so I could have Virgil go “who are you and what have you done with Remus?” to Roman)

General taglist:

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

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Run Boy Run - Chapter Four: The Fire Cracker

No Warnings(I believe)

Word Count: 3,906

Wilford wanders around the mall in some random city he poofed himself to, ignoring the weird looks he gets from the strangers. He hums happily to himself as he looks around, the mall itself isn’t terribly big but it does have a lot of interesting shops.

He wonders if he’ll be able to find anything for Dark! Maybe as a little apology gift for cause him more of that boring paper work he’s always going on about.

His eyes light up as he wanders down a certain part of the mall, A Hot Topic catching his eye as he quickly makes his way there. Certainly he can find something there as an apology gift for Dark.

He enters the shop, adjusting his collar, the store is a lot warmer than he expected but oh well, off to find a gift for Dark.

He wanders around, tuning out whatever emo song they have playing, surely something Dark may like, perhaps they have any of those… miniature records? 

He can’t remember what they’re called but he’ll recognize them when he sees them.

“They called DVD’s Wil.” Wilford pauses, well, that was odd, a memory perhaps? It sure sounded like it.

Ah well, no time to waste he supposes, shrugging it off as he continues looking around.

However, he is quickly distracted by the amount of shirts they have, staring up at the wall, recognizing some of the bands Dark likes to listen to.

He ends up standing next to a woman whose also looking at the shirts, wearing jean shorts and flannel and surprisingly golden blonde hair done up in a braid to keep from touching the floor he assumes considering the brain goes down to the calf.

She looks at him out of the corner of her eyes and double takes, her eyes lighting up with familiarity and confusion.

He knows she doesn’t know who he is, he’s wearing that glamorous thing that the Magician from McLoughlin’s side of things is always raving about, it seems like it’s one of the few things Dark will agree on with them. 

Speaking of McLoughlin, he wonders if the fellow has woken up yet. He’ll ask the next time they visit. Poor Chasey can’t act all the time.

He hums to himself as she turns back to the shirts and asks, “You need help finding someone dude?”

He hums to himself, “Perhaps~”

She sighs before saying, “Do you know what you’re looking for?”

“I’m looking for a gift for my friend I’m just…”

“Not sure what to get him?” 

Wilford merely nods as a response.

“Well… What does he like?”

“I’m not quite sure,” He ignores her incredulous look, “He’s very hidey about things he likes but I do hear him hum and sing under his breath. And I know he has some band shirts he refuses to wear in front of people. And make up, he doesn’t wear much anymore but I know he likes it.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Do you know what he hums, can you remember any of the lyrics? And if you want to get him good make up, there's a Sephora in the JC penny here.”

He perks up a bit at the sound of that and tries to recall some of the lyrics. He hums the tune, trying to remember the lyrics but it seems he doesn’t need to as the woman perks up.

“Oh! Mama!” He perks up a bit and looks around, making the women laugh, “No, the song, it’s called Mama, it’s by MCR.”

“Huh, I’m surprised you could recognize it so quickly, Even if you had given me a million years I never would have got it!” He tells her in a surprised and slightly dramatic tone.

The woman laughs, making Wilford grin, what a beautiful laugh. “Yeah, I knew a few people who would have struggled to recognize it before at least Virgil got his hands on them.”

“The part you were singing was “You should’ve raised a baby girl I should Have been a better son.”” She sings lightly and Wilford decides he likes her singing voice, it makes him feel warm it’s… Familiar.

“Huh, those are… Interesting lyrics.”

She hums, “They are but they’re… I don’t know, I guess they’re comforting, they are to me and I know they are to my son.”

“Huh.” It’s quiet for a second before he realizes what she said, “Son???”

She laughs, but the woman couldn’t be older than her mid-twenties, tops. “Yes, my son, he’s 17 and is… Traveling with my brother.”

“Well, you must be magic then, you don’t look a day over 22.”

She laughs, but he can hear an edge of nervousness beneath it that makes him curious.

“Well thank you kind sir, but he’s not my oldest, my oldest, biologically at least, is 19.” 

“Well that's quite fascinating, you seem to be as Ageless as my friend!”

She chuckles and just goes, “You’d be surprised. Now, back to what you’re looking for.”

“Maybe one of these,” she pulls out a shirt that's clearly for some band, and by the looks of it, it’s one of the ones he listens to. “What do you think?”

“Perfect!” He exclaims happily.

“Y’know what size your friend is?”

He hums thoughtfully and the woman sighs.

“Okay, how tall is he?”

Wilford raises his hand to about where Dark stands, “Okay good, and now for his build. What's your friend’s body like?”

Wilford blinks before speaking, “Well sorry little lady but he’s not looking for-”

He’s cut off by the woman's sputtering, nervous laugh, 

“Not like that! I mean so I can help you find the right size of shirt!” She exclaims, frantically waving her hands in a, please stop, gesture.

“Oh!” That's right! “He’s rather… fit? I guess you could say, he’s certainly not skinny and he is pretty strong.”

She quickly looks through the shirts, the blush of embarrassment fading from her face as she pulls out a large shirt.

“Here, if it’s too big, you can come in and replace it for a medium.” She tells him happily. “Need help with anything else?”

“Yes please! That’d be very appreciated sweet cheeks.”

She blinks before laughing and informing him. “My name is Liru, Darling. It's nice to meet you."

His eyes light up at the knowledge of her name. 

"A beautiful name!" He exclaims, bowing in a slightly dramatic way, electing a delightful laugh from the woman. "For a beautiful face,”

He grins up at her as he stands back up, "And a wonderful laugh~" He all but purrs at her.

The woman, Liru, becomes rather flustered, turning a bright pink color that Wilford feels he'd find in his own closet.

"A-Anyway!" The woman stutters out, frantically trying to change the subject. "Your name is?"

“Wilford!” He tells her with a wide grin and she gives a shaky smile back. 

“It’s nice to meet you Wilford.” She tells him honestly, even if she is still a little flustered, “Is there anything else you need help with?”

“Yes, please! I am, rather unfamiliar with this place.” He tells her, wiggling his mustache a little that seems to draw her attention, her eyes lingering on it before looking back up at him.

“Well I’ll happily find what you need, let me just grab a few things then we can pay and move onto the next store for what you���re looking for. Sound good?”

Thankfully, her blush is fading as her heart rates lower again as she looks up at him. 

“That sounds wonderful!” He answers with a grin and she nods, giving him the shirt for his friend to hold and he takes it happily.

She grabs Virgil a few band t-shirts, a few eye shadow pallets and grabbing a few other things for her brother and other kids as well.

Once they pay for their stuff, leave and are out of the store, Liru asks, “Okay, what are you looking for next?”

Wilford hums, looking around and his eyes light up as he spots a pretzel stand. 

“How about some food?” He asks excitedly, already walking towards.

Liru’s quick to catch up, holding her bags close so she doesn’t lose anything. “While Wetzel-”

“You mean Pretzel.”

She lets out an annoyed sigh before continuing, “The name of the stand is called Wetzel Pretzel, I would appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt me while I speak.”

Wilford can’t help but feel rather embarrassed at the scolding, “Yes ma’am.”

She makes a face but doesn’t comment on his use of ma’am, “If you’re hungry, there is a food court that has more options. While I do enjoy their pretzels, they are a bit expensive.”

He shrugs it off, “Small price to pay for a soft pretzel!” He tells her happily, pulling a surprised laugh from her.

“Y’know what? Fair, this is the only place around that sells soft pretzels anyway. So you want a soft pretzel, a Wetzel dog, pretzel bites, or Wetzel dog bites?”

“Wetzel Dog Bites sound delicious!” He exclaims happily, She nods and orders two bags of Wetzel dog bites, he goes to pay but she just waves him away, getting them both lemonade and a couple of cheese dips each.

Once they have their food, she leads him to a table and sits down and they begin to eat. Wilford rather enjoying his food.

“Is there anything else I should know about your friend before we continue?” She asks after a couple minutes of the both of them being absorbed with their food.

“Well, sometimes they prefer going by she… or they.” Wilford tells her, he’s not sure if he could but he doubts she’d have any problems with it if the pink, yellow and blue button on her flannel is anything to go by.

Liru lights up a little, “Maybe we can find something at Spencer’s for them? I’m sure they have some gender-fluid stuff there.”

“Gender-fluid?”

“Someone whose gender changes from multiple genders.”

“Huh. But what if he’s not?”

“Well then you can get something small like a pin or sticker, fold it in with his shirt and if he asks why it’s there you can just shrug it off as it was getting mixed up while getting put out for displayed.”

Wilford looks surprised, “That's, very clever to have come up with on the spot.”

She shrugs, only looking ahead as she munches on her food. “I’m used to thinking of things on the spot.”

“Oh? Tell me, what do you do for a living.” He asks, putting his face in his hands as he focuses on her.

She chuckles as she sits back, washing her food down with her drink. “Nothing really, I’m usually at home, keeping the house clean, taking care of my animals and garden and waiting for my kids or brother to drop by and visit.”

She swallows a bit harshly, thankful that no tears come to her eyes. 

Wilford can’t help but be a little sympathetic, with the way she talks she sounds… lonely, he supposes would be the right word but it feels like it’d be something deeper.

“Anyway,” She says, choosing to ignore those aching feelings again, “What do you do?”

“Oh not much, I help Bim out with his Game show and the Jim's with their interviews.”

She tilts her head curiously at him as the names ring a bell but she doesn’t say anything quite yet.

“Those sound interesting, what's the game show and news called?”

Wilford goes to answer before one of Marks and Dark’s warnings flash into his head and he decides against it. “Maybe later.”

She looks at him confused, “O-Okay?”

She watches as he digs into his mini pretzel dogs and cheese, eating away happily before Liru goes back to her own, still confused by his answer but just sort of accepts it. Glamour or not, she can tell he’s rather scattered, she almost wishes he wasn’t wearing a glamour so she could see why but quickly pushes that thought away.

If he’s wearing a glamour he’s allowed to have his privacy, Anti wears one too but she doesn’t pry.

She feels her mouth twitch, almost smiling as she remembers his excited face as she told him about some of the flowers she has and the meanings behind them. She’s glad he agreed to take the bouquet with him, hopefully it didn’t make him uncomfortable but she hopes they help push away what's bothering him and help with his anxiety.

Wilford looks at her curiously, seeing her absentmindedly staring at him, clearly lost in thought. He wonders what she’s thinking about.

It’s not long after that they finish their food and throw away their trash that they’re up and ready to keep looking for gifts for Dark and her kids and brother.

She leads him into a nearby Spencers, his eyes light up seeing the sex toys and games near the back. Oooo! They have lava lamps. He bolts to the back of the store and Liru’s quick to follow, laughing as she realizes where he’s going. 

He’s immediately draw to a bright pink and sparkly Lava Lamp.

“You like them too?”

“Oh absolutely! They’re so pretty! I’m surprised I haven’t gotten myself one yet!”

“Well, that sparkly pink one is right there if you want to get it.” She tells him, pointing below the sparkly pink one that's on display. He quickly grabs it with a grin.

She chuckles and grabs a dark purple one as well as a Pastel purple one. And a Magenta one. Wilford looks at her surprised.

“My kids like them, so does my brother But I’m going to need to grab his tomorrow.” Along with a bunch of other things.

Wilford merely nods, “Now, what's that fluid thing you wanted to show me?”

Liru laughs a little and leads him over to the pins and begins searching through them before finding him a pin that's pink, white, purple, black and blue.

He takes it, looking at it curiously. “What's it supposed to be?”

“It’s the gender-fluid pride flag.” She informs him with a light-hearted grin. His eyes light up at the knowledge.

“Ah! It’s very fascinating!” He tells her, she merely chuckles and nods.

“Are you going to get it for him?” She asks. He nods happily causing her to smile softly.

“Is that all you want to get from here?”

“Yup! Let's go pay for our stuff.” 

They quickly pay for it, the pins were right next to the check-out so there was no need to search for it.

They quickly leave once it’s payed for, “Now, where’s the makeup store?”

She chuckles and gestures for him to follow her, leading him to a strong smelling store that she makes a grossed out face to before leading him inside.

“Now what kind of make up does your friend wear?”

“The one that goes under the eyes! It’s black.”

She pauses before asking, “As in, Eyeshadow or Eyeliner?”

Wilford shrugs, “I’m not quite sure.”

“Does it look like bags under his eyes? Or Lines?”

“Lines!”

“Eyeliner it is then.” 

He grins, he’s rather happy he found her in the store, he's sure he would have gone and mucked something up by now for sure.

She wanders around for a minute or so until she finds what he’s looking for, both of them making a face at the wide selection.

Liru sighs and asks, “Does he use a liquid eyeliner or a pencil?”

Wilford stares, a bit confounded at the selection before him. “I’m… not sure?”

She hums in understanding before asking, “Would you be able to buy one of each?”

He just nods. 

She picks up one tube of liquid eyeliner and one pencil of eyeliner and hand them to him, “Here, let's just stick with Maybelline until you can figure out what brand he uses. Is there any other make up he uses?”

Wilford pauses as he thinks, voice becoming a little dark as he speaks, well… “He used to, until a couple of old… roommates laughed at him for it and I haven’t seen him wear anything else since… He really liked dark purple lipstick…”

Liru hums with a frown, she hates people like that. “By the sounds of it, they don’t live with you guys anymore?”

“Nope!” She can’t help but feel a little bit of whiplash with how quickly he perks up again, it reminds her of how her fire cracker used to be. Honestly, everything about this man is like how her fire cracker used to be to the point it’s a little, disheartening. 

While glamorous could hide unmarked soul-bonds she doubts he’s wearing one strong enough to hide one, that or she’s just gotten worse than she thought. She quickly pushes that feeling away as she looks up at him, her hearts panging slightly as she does.

“Well… perhaps we can find some for him?”

Wilford pauses for a moment, looking down at her, before grinning widely, his mustache curling with his lips, “I think that would be a wonderful idea!”

Her hearts do not flutter at that smile they do not. 

“Great! Let's get him some. Was it shiny or not?” She asks as they walk over to the lipstick section

“Sometimes it was, sometimes it wasn’t.” He tells her. She hums in response, looking over the selection before picking out a dark purple lipstick and near black purple matte lipstick liquid.

“Here, try these for now.”

He happily plucks them from her grasp, nearly brushing his hand against hers and he nearly pauses when he feels something spark and something spacey flashes through his mind.

“Thank you pretty lady!” He says with a cheeky grin, she merely chuckles and gestures him to follow her as she tries to ignore the feeling the spark brought, it’s not him, it can’t be, she wouldn’t get so lucky.

She smiles happily and follows him to the check-out, and once everything is bought they leave the store. 

“Is there anything else you’re looking for now?”

He thinks, while he was intending on finding some music for Dark but, he can find some another day when he knows what to look for.

“That's everything! Thank you for your help sweet cheeks~” He says in a cheeky voice, grinning ear to ear. She laughs a bit and just smiles up at him.

Wilford is silent for a moment before he asks, “Can I get your number? I would love to hang out with you again!”

She looks at him surprised, almost questioning before she slowly nods, why the hell not, she needs some friends.

“Yeah, one sec, here.” She quickly scribbles down her phone number, which Wilford is quick to add to his phone.

“And so you have my phone number!” He sends her a text, Liru smiles at the Hello with a pink heart.

"And that's that, thank you for joining me on this shopping trip. I had a lot of fun."

"Me too!"

She smiles kindly up at him before reaching up and patting his shoulder, both of them freeze as it feels like their very beings are reaching out to each other through the now far too thick fabric of his shirt.

A memory, of one of his soulmates, he sees himself walking into a large kitchen, the person in there looking like they’re making enough food for a small village. It’s not the first time he’s seen this place, he’s already met a few of is soulmates, Yan, Mark, Dark… ect. He’s even met ones that have yet to have a past! Like, King and Eric!

He sees a woman standing there, he’s seen her a few times but every time he has he could never seem to actually see her. At least not until now, and her back is turned to him as she hums. She’s just a couple feet taller than him, not counting the horns sprouting from her head. And her hair is that shocking golden blonde that Liru’s is.

He steps into the kitchen, and the woman speaks, her accent, he notes, is similar to Jack and Anti’s but there's, also something else to it.

“Hello darling,” She speaks, a hint of amusement in her voice, “Do you need something?”

And just like that he’s pulled right out of the memory.

Out of an instinct he didn’t even know he had, he looks up, expecting to see the wo- Liru before quickly looking back down at her.

His heart drops a little seeing how spooked she is, her tan skin unnaturally pale as she takes a step back. “I’ll uh, I’ll see you around.”

And just like that she’s gone, quickly rushing past Wilford before he can snap out of his shock and stop her from leaving.

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A few minutes later Liru appears home, quickly tucking her wings away as she enters the living room, pausing but relaxing a bit as she sees Virgil who turned to look at her as soon as he heard her.

He looks at her with concern, “You okay Momma?”

She gives him a smile, “I’m fine kiddo… there was just a lot of people at the mall today.”

He doesn’t quite lose his concerned look but he nods as he sits back down on the couch, as rushes upstairs with the bags.

Thats odd, she smells like bubblegum.

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That night, Wilford is asleep in his bed as he’s plunged into a memory.

“Hello Darling~,” Wilford freezes as he realizes what's going on, “do you need something?” 

It’s the same memory that flashed though his mind when he and Liru parted ways today. 

The memory of him continues as if nothing of importance is happening.

“My wife~” Past him purrs making the Liru look alike laugh softly.

“Well I’m right here darling~” 

Past him hums as he wraps his arms around her waist and peeks out from her side to the food on the stove. “Watcha makin?”

“Beef stew with dinner rolls and salad.” She tells him happily and both him and past Wilford drool at the sound of that.

“That sounds wonderful!” Past Wilford says excitedly, making the woman chuckle and reach down, gently squeezing his hand before going back to the food.

“Do you need any help?”

“Mmmm, Could you set the table? I am almost done.”

“Of course! I’ll be back soon!” He stands on his tip toes while she leans down, letting him kiss her cheek before he leaves, the memory fading as he wakes up.

He stars at his ceiling as he thinks, a pensive look upon his face, the memory flashing through his head and he can feel more so close, yet so far. He thinks back to Liru’s reaction when she touched him, the look upon her face that broke his heart.

Confused, worried… scared…. But, why would she be scared, he knows she has kids, and he knows she’s young. Did she even realize that they were soulmates?

He looks over at his phone as he thinks. He wonders if she’s awake right now, would she even respond. Perhaps she can ask why she fled. In person, of course, he wants to at least talk to her about it.

With a sigh, he reaches over, grabbing his phone and texting her, asking if she’d like to meet somewhere in a day or so. After all, he did promise the Jim(m) twins he’s help with their news broadcast.

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OMG I LOVE ALL OF THESE SNIPPETS

Also thx so much for the tag!! I didn't realize there wrre ones for writing, but WOW its awesome

Ok, so it's silver, cheer, hands, and fire. Those are my words. That should be fun, bc I've been working on my otgw fics a lot and I'm excited about it

All of these are from my fic "you and i'll be safe and sound", which is about... let's just say certain members of Wirt's family we never got any informatoin about ;)

Silver: chapter 3 (apparently the only place i had it lol, but it's a good one)

Virgil sat straight quicker than injury liked. The gray hood of the old truck was smeared black beneath flickering flames, and an evil auburn painted the night. His stinging eyes darted right. Evangeline lay still, lids shut. Dark red stained her cheek. “Evangeline! Ev—” His hoarse voice devolved into hacking. She did not answer it anyway. Heat and light were increasing. He had to get her out. Reaching over, and ignoring the sharp cry it ripped from him, Virgil unbuckled his little daughter and pulled her into his arms. He lifted his shaking hand over her mouth. Amidst the horrible goldenness burning round them, her silver breath sifted through his fingers. His heart thudded gratefully.

Cheer: ...i guess i don't have a lot of cheer in my stuff? I'll work on it lol

Hands: chapter 1

Virgil’s eyes darted up. Antlers flashed in his headlights, and eyes gleamed. He’d swerved almost before he could think about it. Not that it could’ve done any good. The creature had been hardly a foot away, and they were coming straight on. Yet there was no impact. No thump of a deer underneath. It might as well have been a ghost itself. They started to skid. He braked. The tires didn’t stop. No, no, no, don’t do this now! Please! He tried. Frantically, he tried. Hands and feet. Get control. Please. “Father!”

Fire: chapter 4 (Dude this one was so easy, i always have fire)

It was too hot. Everything was too hot. Too fast. Too slow. Too dizzy, spinning over and over and over. Too bright. Where was the river? He looked again. Everything was on fire. And it was so bright. He could hardly see. Could hardly breathe. Wobbling, and dizzy, and so, so hot. He had to find the river. Everything was spinning, burning up, but he was moving. Trying. Looking. He had to. He had to. But then something grabbed him. Something. Something. The river is on fire too, it said. But then Wirt was suddenly awake in the dark. And he was still burning.

......

Lemme see who should I tag?

@welcome-home-official @stealingmyplaceinthesun @trekkiehood @sunshineandrosesnoraincamemyway @xovera-toz

And I will pick the words SHUT, CONTROL, HAPPY, and HOT. mainly bc they were in my snippets

(lmao im so sry I forgot I scheduled this)

Tagged by @isfjmel-phleg to find the words whisper, leave, last, and door in my current WIPs. I’m rather late to this, sorry, but here goes!

(Since my definition of “current WIPs” is rather…fluid, I decided to search my docs in general and take the most recent use of a word. :P It’s mostly Back to the Future right now…)

“Whisper,” from my Gravity Falls “what if DaMvtF happened but Weirdmageddon didn’t” WIP:

It would be really nice to stay, Dipper thought. Even if Stan and Ford kept…not-getting-along, it would still be nice to stay here with the two of them. Great-Uncle Ford was exciting and amazing and he could teach Dipper so much, but—Grunkle Stan was, well, Grunkle Stan. He was safe, and he was home, and in his own weird imperfect way, he was…pretty amazing himself.

And maybe that was why Dipper found himself saying, “Hey, Grunkle Stan?” without really thinking it through first.

Stan glanced down. “Yeah, kid?”

Dipper chewed on his lip again. “…Have you seen Mabel?”

“Not in a little while.” Stan stopped, eyes sliding uneasily back to Dipper. “You, uh, you talked to her since you got back? She was…kinda down earlier.”

“…I know,” Dipper said. His gaze fell to the ground. Why had he started this, he didn’t want to talk about this, he just…

…Well, maybe he did want to talk about, it, kinda.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Grunkle Stan,” he confessed in a whisper, wrapping his arms around his chest.

:( I forgot how stressfully this AU starts. (It gets better! It’s not an angsty AU! But this is like ten minutes after Mabel ran into the woods and Dipper’s not in a good place right here.)

“Leave” came from one of my new BTTF WIPs—to be specific, this is based on a scene from the BTTF video/one of the comic storylines. Have a teenage Emmett Brown, with a Marty who made friends with him under false pretenses:

For that matter, Emmett thought suddenly, why tell me he was lying at all?

He could easily have kept up the charade for a few minutes longer, giving Emmett some quick response about waiting to hear back and then going on his merry way. But he hadn’t. He’d confessed, as if genuinely not wanting to leave Emmett with false hopes, and then he’d (sort of) explained himself. As if Emmett’s feelings mattered to him.

The way he’d sounded when he was talking about the “someone” he needed to “save”… Well, if that distress was real, Emmett couldn’t really hold his deceit against him. And…even if he hadn’t done it for Emmett’s sake, Corleone had still spent the day obtaining illegal spirits and subpoenaing a gangster’s accountant to get this drill working. Clearly it was very important to him.

Do I have anyone I would go to these lengths for? Emmett wasn’t sure.

But he thought it was worth helping anyone who did.

(I tried to keep up canon-typical levels of dramatic irony on this one. It was fun.)

“Last” comes from my BTTF fic that has the most chance of actually being finished! I like this one.

“Hey Doc.”

“Mm?”

“You ever think about what the world would be like if you’d never been born?”

Doc looked up from his work with a start, spinning around to stare at Marty. His friend was still bent over his guitar, though, practicing chords, and missed Emmett’s reaction entirely.

Which was…probably a good thing, actually.

“What brought this on?” he asked, leaning back and restricting his tone to a relatively normal level of interest.

Marty looked up with an untroubled shrug. “It’s a Wonderful Life was on last night,” he explained, and grinned. “Me ‘n’ Dave ‘n’ Linda started arguing after, about which of us would make the biggest difference if we’d never been born.”

Doc laughed, relaxing. No time-travel wrinkles here yet, just Christmas movies and sibling rivalry. “So, did you reach any conclusions?” he asked, intrigued.

They talk about sibling rivalry and chaos theory and how you define “making a difference.” Doc has Time-Travel Context but Marty doesn’t yet. It doesn’t really matter.

“Door” is another BTTF comics scene—this time from the comics’ “what-if” storyline set in the movies’ Darkest Timeline. (I was thinking of doing a 5 + 1 centered on Doc & Marty’s many “first” meetings…)

Marty scooted forward, leaning toward him. “Wait, wait. You’re tellin’ me that…you’ve met me, but I haven’t met you. Because you met a future me? You’re tellin’ me time travel is real?” His voice rose in pitch as he spoke, squeaking a bit on the final words.

“Indeed.” Doc grinned at him. “Given the nature of the subject, it’s hard to ‘begin at the beginning,’ so to speak…but for me, it began one night in 1955 when a young man called Marty McFly began hammering on my front door, insisting that I help him get back to the future. The future he was from. That’s how I know you!”

For the next round, I’m picking the words star, fade, time, and laugh, and…tagging everyone I’m mutuals with who has active WIPs and wants to do this. Please do! (Even if you’ve done another version of this recently, please feel free to do this one too. :P )

[creative-lampd-liberties]

Prompt 40 anxceit of the 101 ways to say I love you please?

Sure thing 😊 Here you go @zozomind I hope you enjoy.

Anxceit # 40 "Don't leave yet."

Warnings: cursing, a minor sprinkling of angst. These two are useless pining morons, its fine

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It had been a long day of filming, something new they were trying that required they rent studio space. Everyone was exhausted when Thomas finally made it home. Logan quietly stayed with him, to make sure he didn't just faceplant into bed still fully dressed. Patton and Roman were all soft giggles and effusive yawns once they hit the mindscape. Giddy, but in that slow-blinking way, as they bid everyone goodnight. Even Remus didn't say much, absentmindedly chewing on a banana peel as he shed pieces of his outfit all the way to his door.

That left just Virgil and Janus just standing in the common area in silence. Virgil was also wiped, but definitely too keyed up to be anything even remotely resembling sleepy. He stretched, groaning, and something popped. "That was too much, what a nightmare. And we have to do it again next week? Screw that noise."

He was expecting a vaguely sarcastic response from the other side. When he got nothing he frowned, glancing over. Then did a double take. Janus was just *standing* there blinking at nothing. He was swaying ever so slightly and… shivering? In the middle of a Florida summer? "Hey two-face, look alive." His voice came out sharper than he'd meant it too, a little fission of panic sparking through him.

That panic doubled when Janus didn't even seem to register the words at all. He drifted slowly closer. "Janus? You in there?" Still nothing. Hesitantly, awkwardly, he gripped the snake-like side's shoulders. "Dee?" He couldn't keep the worry from coloring his voice, probably his face too.

And suddenly Janus shook his head, blinking, like he was coming out of a trance. "Hmmm, what? What'ss wrong?" A hissing lisp wove through the words, betraying his exhaustion. Maybe that's all it was. Still…

"You okay?" Virgil furrowed his brow.

"Perfectly-" A jaw cracking yawn, complete with fangs "-fine. Why do you assk?"

Virgil snorted, worry dissipating a bit. "Sure, Jan. Go to bed, you're dead on your feet."

"Liessss. I'm ssharp as a tack."

"Uh-huh. C'mon, you menace." Virgil tugged him a little in the direction of the stairs.

Janus hesitated, swaying like he might tip over. "I'm abssoulutely ssure I can make it up."

That one took Virgil a minute to parse. "Oh." He said, feeling a little dumb. He couldn't just leave Janus down here, but he also kinda wanted to go to bed. He eyed the other side, contemplating. "Hang on, I wanna try something." He shifted his grip and scooped Janus into a princess carry.

"That was *not* an invitation to manhandle me!" Janus squirmed without much strength, but with a near murderous glare. He looked a little more alert. "Put me down, *right now*."

"Not a chance." Virgil smirked at him, quite satisfied with his solution.

Despite his grumbles, Janus slowly relaxed as they climbed the stairs, blinking sleepily and whining when Virgil set him down outside his door. He thought about leaving him there, but something about Janus's face made a protective feeling surge in him. So he followed him awkwardly inside.

The protective urge wasn't new, neither was the awkwardness. He tried not to remember the last time he'd been in this room, during the fight, before he left. They'd been working on their relationship, but it still wasn't back to the closeness of before. He shook himself, focusing on making sure Janus didn't knock himself unconscious getting ready for bed.

He was tilting alarmingly, tugging ineffectually at his clothes. Watching him fight with his cape and gloves was gonna give Virgil contact embarrassment. "Okay, okay stop. God, you're useless right now." He stepped in to do it for him. 

Janus stuck out his forked tongue. "Flaterer." He grumbled, but he didn't pull away so Virgil was gonna count this one as a win.

Although passive Janus was almost as bad. "C'mon, Dee, you gotta help me out a *little* here." He said, struggling to peel away all his layers while the snake-like side nearly went limp against him. When he finally wrestled off his shirt and accidentally brushed skin, he winced. Janus was like *ice*, even where he had been covered. "Shit, why are you so cold?"

"*Not*. It was hot at the studio." The pout in his voice was audible. Right, the a/c had been stuck on high, even Virgil had been cold in his hoodie. He burrowed closer to Virgil as he tried to peel off the undershirt, whining. "Sstop it."

"Stop fighting me, you need to get warmed up." Virgil growled to cover up his ratcheting anxiety. Janus was *cuddly*. That only happened when he was entirely too cold. He stopped, sighing, and resigned himself to just snapping the other side into comfy clothes no matter how uncomfortable it made him to do it.

Janus went completely boneless, Virgil had to catch him with a yelp. He pressed his chilled face against Virgil's neck. "Mmn, you're *sso warm*."

Virgil felt his cheeks flame."Um. You can't sleep like this, dude."

"Can."

"Nope, uh-uh. Bed time, you slippery shit." With a gentleness belaying his tone, Virgil scooped him up again. He settled Janus into his bed, nestling him in among his two hundred some pillows. He clicked on one of the heated blankets, tucking it tightly around the snake-like side. He surveyed the results with a critical eye."Okay, that should do it, how's that?"

"Mmh-hm. Thankssss…" Janus seemed to be already mostly asleep. He yawned and shuffled into the mass of pillows.

Virgil would deny the fond smile he was sporting until the end of time. Janus was *not* cute and he was *absolutely not* feeling soft about it. "Anytime, Dee." He brushed a stray lock of hair from a scaled cheek and turned to go.

But a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. "Don't leave yet." Janus's eyes were more alert than before, and a small dark fear lurked in them. "Pleasse." He said, and Virgil could almost hear the echo of *not again*...

They really do need to talk, but… maybe not tonight. "Yeah, alright. Scoot over." He kicked off his shoes. Giving the other side a reassuring smirk, he turned off the light and clambered in. 

Once he'd settled, he pulled Janus flush against him, that protective urge rearing its head again. His skin was already beginning to warm, and he went pliant, snuffling a little into Virgil's collar. One hand snuck up to wind itself into Virgil's hoodie, grip shaking. Virgil's heart twisted, and he hummed softly, dropping a kiss into the other side's hair. A silent assurance that he wasn't going anywhere.

"You can sleep, Dee. I'll be right here. "

[reverse-moon]

Tis time, friends.

Time to talk and flesh out an AU!!!

Vamp/Vamp Hunter (Intruality) AU

Let's go!

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Now, first, I'd like to talk about who the Sides (+Emile and Remy) are character wise in the AU.

The vampires are Virgil, Janus, Remus and Roman.

(ignore that Virgil's hood makes him look wider than the others, it's so his hair doesn't fly out from behind it-)

Going into "detail", I've figured ages out for everyone so...

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"Quote" indent: Basic character info that isn't in the hunter files necessarily.

Virgil Astra, birthdate unknown.

Vampire.

Last known age: 525 years.

Gender Logged: Male

He was probably around to create the goth and emo cultures. Also ripped his jeans once, said "eh" and created that trend.

100% got turned into a vampire by Roman because "fuck death by natural shit, lemme help alleviate that fear-" and he said "hot guy, less reason to panic... Hell yeah."

Also probably the most likely to go ape shit at lack of food. Don't ask about the mass murder of May 1698. You will 💀.

Super gay. Had a fling with Hercules Mulligan. He doesn't kiss and tell though.

Janus Draco, birthdate unknown.

Vampire.

Last Known Age: 879 years.

Gender Logged: Male (Note: Subject prefers They/Them pronouns as of year 2016. Possible transition to a non-binary gender alignment?)

Was so ready to stab a bitch in the revolution. Which one? You decide, they've seen most of them.

Yeah, they're male. Yes, they would rather you use they/them pronouns. No, the files are not correct about a transition.

Hella gay. Also tends to use his looks on the gay hunters to off them and provide comfort to his little 4-person-coven. Oh, and other vampires I guess.

Has fallen in actual love to three people. All of which he was lucky were not hunters. One of which he turned, but was abandoned by for a "stronger" vampire and his coven.

Remus Wharton, birthdate unknown.

Vampire

Last Known Age: 870

Gender Logged: Male

Great fire of London? First massacre of a race? Jeffrey Dahmer? Yeah, he was involved some how. He won't ever tell how. He just was.

Despite being gay (and honestly into really gross things), has not had many romantic or sexual relations. Can count on one hand.

Roman dared him to eat deodorant once. He did. He claims it was 20 pounds well spent.

May or may not have contributed to the monster fucking community once internet was made by writing a bunch of stories under thousands of pseudonyms. The art community as well once he learned how to make decent digital art.

"Cthulhu ain't ever been as hot as I made him look." "Remus, he's got tits." "Did I stutter?"

Roman Wharton, birthdate unknown.

Vampire.

Last Known Age: 870

Gender Logged: Male

Gay. Gay as fuck. Dude is probably part of the reason the monster fucker breed exists.

Virgil is his mate for life, but he doesn't mind the casual hook up. Besides, Roman and Virgil agreed to an open relationship. As long as details are shared, they could care less what humans the other fucks.

He 100% helped Lin Manuel Miranda write Hamilton to be queer coded for Hamilton and Laurens. He was there after all, he saw the gay eyes between them. Also he may or may not have comforted Laurens at the wedding party after all the drinks he had 👀

His coven = his life. Yeah, he may not like Janus, but Janus saved him and Remus and let Virgil join, so I mean... Mad respect, even if he don't like the guy. Also they may have had a bad fling, so- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Next we have the hunters: Emile, Logan and Patton.

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Hunter: Patton Morgan Picani

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Hunter Level: 2

Patton is bby. He tried his hardest to not be treated as such, and has even made it to Hunter Rank 2 (which isn't low ranking. It's a reverse counting system [rank 5 = newb or worst, rank 1 = master or best]. He's very thankful.)

He's taken down a lot of vampires and other mean monsters to save humanity. He has also done less then reputable things to get close to said monsters and would rather not talk about those moments, thank you.

Blames himself for Logan's blind eye. It was his first rank 2 mission, he got paired with Logan and a vampire got him distracted while the other vampire nearby attacked Logan. Both vampires escaped, but thankfully those two weren't their mission, so it didn't cause them demerits.

He's like... Repressed gay? By-the-book hunter parents make being gay not exactly good? And despite them no longer being in the world of the living, it's hard for him to openly be himself in that way. However, Logan, Emile and Emile's boyfriend do all know.

Hunter: Emile Bennie Picani

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Rank: 2.5 (close to rank up)

He is literally so sweet. Man has saved over 1,000,000 lives. And sometimes even sends fucking care packages to the villages he saves. Bby... 🥺

Hella gay. Dude is also really open about it. His love is his rock. :3

Is also super well versed in medical treatment. Tended to Logan's eye not long after the attack. Logan has him to thank for not needing a glass eye or eye patch.

Loves his little brother. Patton is his only living family currently. So forgive him if he feels uncomfortable with Patton going on solo missions at Rank 2, where almost every monster or vampire is a huge threat to a community. He just wants to keep his brother safe.

Hunter: Logan Edgar Kowalski

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Rank: 2

Logan is book smart. He knows creatures powers, and can usually discern what a creature is after seeing it's interactions for a few minutes. He's also a secret buff guy.

Logan is so fucking gay, but has learned to push his feelings aside enough to not let it hinder his work. That being said...

The vampires who came at him and Patton at the end of that one mission actually were not the attackers. There was some sort of rogue vampire who was actively seeking out queer Vampires to try and kill them. The one vampire dodged out of the way of an attack and Logan got hit. The one vampire, however, drained the poison from Logan's system with as little blood taken as possible, so he's kinda grateful. Didn't stop Patton from chasing them off and everything because "they attacked you." He also may or may not have fallen for said vamp who saved him and has a copy of the files for that vampire and their coven.

He has not told anyone besides Emile and his boyfriend that the vampire saved his life from certain death that night, since no one else would believe him. He's thankful that Emile and the other did believe him and offered to give him advice should he encounter them again.

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Lastly. Remy. He's actually... Very different.

Hunter: Remy Vaughn Reagen

Age: 150

Gender: Male

Rank: Rogue Hunter

Reason for denial for Hunter Guild entry: Turnt and raised by vampire.

Reason for Hunter license allowance: Has proven ability to control Vampiric side and tendencies, as well as having shown true allegiance to humanity.

Remy is Emile's boyfriend. (Big shocker, I know. /sar)

Hella gay.

Was saved by a loner vampire when 4 years old from terminal illness by being turnt. Was then raised by said vampire to become a vampire hunter of evil monsters and vampires.

Actually doesn't drink blood straight. Needs to have it mixed with coffee. He's found a way to use coffee as a blood substitute as well, so he drinks blood maybe once every 3 months?

Is absolutely a menace.

Over protective of Emile. His mate, no touch.

Loves his soon-to-be brother-in-law. Patton is very pure and kind and Remy is like 96% sure that's what will kill him in the field.

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And with that... I'll do the ships later, this is a long enough post man. 😅😅😅

[plume-pigmented-pili]

Hey hey! here’s a little something I wrote for Eli a few months ago. They convinced me i should post it, so here i am lol

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Tw: Descriptions of a Cold, sickness (non graphic), feelings unwanted, coughing, headaches, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort. Let me know if I need to add more!

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Prinxiety (Written as Romantic but could be read as platonic i guess)

“Virgil is miserable. Its the middle of the night, and Virgil is stuck in bed, unable to sleep, with a horrible cold. The actual cold isn’t why he’s miserable, though.

Is it selfish to want to be cared for?”

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Through Sickness and Health

Virgil could hear the clock on the opposite wall ticking just a tad too fast, and didn’t need to even look over at it to know it was way too late to be awake. Sure, he didn’t have the best sleep schedule, but at least he was usually enjoying himself when he stayed up, and it was rarely this late. It wasn’t even his fault this time.

But here Virgil was, laying in bed curled under all the blankets he owned, wishing he was dead. On paper, that sounds a lot worse than it really was, but who could blame him? The sweet release of death sounded like heaven compared to suffering here any longer. His throat was sandpaper dry, nose clogged with snot, and what felt like a small bomb went off in his skull with every movement.

That, though, wasn’t the main reason he was suffering.

He’d been sick before, he knew it would be over soon, but no physical pain could compare to the hurt he felt, knowing that the others knew of his illness, and didn’t give a single damn.

There was no way they didn’t know what was happening - even if he’d tried to hide it, which he hadn’t, it’s not like acting was ever his specialty - but not a single one of them had batted an eye since he came down with this stress induced cold.

Well, that wasn’t completely true. Patton had asked if he was feeling alright on day two, when Virgil had shuffled downstairs around three in the afternoon to grab a snack, hoodie flipped up as he dug around, his hands clearly shaky from fever yet he’d been too tired to try and hide it. He’d told Patton, in the least shaky voice he could muster, that he just wasn’t feeling very well.

In hindsight, it had probably been incredibly selfish of him to expect Patton to come to his aid and comfort him, maybe offer to tuck him in on the couch and make him something healthy to eat. He’d seen Patton do just that plus more when Logan or Roman were feeling under the weather after all. But despite knowing it was selfish, he couldn’t help the disappointment and sinking feeling he’d felt when Patton had simply responded with a gentle, almost pitying, “I’m sorry kiddo, thank you for telling me.” before walking away rather hurriedly, leaving it there.

The conversation rolled around in his head, as it had been for the past 5 days. Nobody had come to check on him, not even the resident fatherly side to see if he was feeling any better. He’d been downstairs one other time since that little exchange with Patton, but when he’d walked in on Roman and Logan talking casually in the living room, they’d both given him short, obviously forced smiles, and sunk out. That’d been on day three, and Virgil hadn’t gone back down there since. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

Maybe they didn’t want to get sick? Or maybe they thought he was gross, and didn’t want to be near him. Did they think he would be rude to them?

All this thinking was making Virgil’s head hurt more. And it really didn’t matter the reason. They didn’t care, they clearly wanted to avoid him.

It hurt, worse than his actual sickness, having to stay away from everyone for days on end. It reminded him of the old days before he was accepted, when he wasn’t welcome anywhere else but the confinement of his room. He missed Patton’s warm greeting each time he walked into a room, or the rants Logan would get lost in that were strangely so calming. Most notably, though, he missed Roman.

He missed their stupid banter that always left him feeling more confident, and the never ending singing that Virgil pretended not to adore. Hell, he missed just talking to the creative side. He’d give anything just to have a conversation with him, just to lift his spirits a little. He longed for one of the warm, solid hugs that only Roman could give.

He would probably even give up his Disney posters, his entire MCR song library, or get banned from every Hot Topic in the country, just to be held and cuddled right at this moment. To be held in warm, secure arms, wrapped in the scent of cinnamon and roses, and drift to sleep knowing he wouldn’t be alone in the morning.

That last one had about a zero percent chance of happening, even if he wasn’t sick and contagious, but Virgil’s sleep deprived, fever ridden brain had decided to be sentimental, and Virgil couldn’t even stop it. At least he wasn’t gone enough to consider asking for any of that comfort he craved. it’d be easier for everyone to just wait in his room until he was better. Then maybe things would be normal again.

And that was his plan, until someone knocked on his door.

The anxious side’s gaze shot over to the clock, grimacing when the quick movement made his eyeballs throb. Who the Hell was knocking on his door at nearly 3:45 in the morning?

“Who-“ Virgil cringed at how his gravely voice broke, cleared his throat, then tried again. “Who is it?”

“I knew you were awake!” Romans voice, surprisingly enough, came from the other side of the door. He was clearly trying to stay quiet, but for some reason, he sounded really… relieved, and chipper. A second later, the Prince added a bit more bashfully, “Uh, unless i just woke you up by knocking, and if that’s the case I sincerely apologize, I didn’t mea-“

“No, I w’s already awake…” Virgil interrupted with a slight slur, groggy brain trying to keep up with what was happening. Being the embodiment of Anxiety, though, meant he didn’t get to stop being anxious just because he was sick. Why was he here? Was he angry? Virgil couldn’t recall doing anything that could offend anyone since he’d been self-quarantined, but then again, he couldn’t really remember his last name at the moment either. He mumbled to himself as he untangled his legs from the covers, cursing the universe under his breath because his head felt two times it’s normal size. Then he took a deep breath and sat up. He didn’t want to make Roman uncomfortable or grossed out seeing him all sick in bed, cause holy shit would that be embarrassing. He still didn’t look great, but it was a small step. “Come in Pr’ncey.”

The door swung open, revealing a timid, bed headed Roman, who seemed to relax a little when noticing Virgil sitting up in bed. “Hey there.. sorry to barge in, I hope i’m not bothering you.” he said, voice still lowered and really quite gentle as he shut the door behind him.

Virgil went to shake his head, but stopped himself before he could cause himself fucking brain damage and just shrugged instead. “ y’re not both’ring me. ‘sup?” yikes, all this sitting up and trying to look presentable business was making him realize how exhausted he was. His eyelids felt heavy already.

Roman took a few steps forward, keeping his eyes steadily on Virgil like he was waiting for him to keel over and die, or cough on him. It seemed pretty damn dramatic, even for Roman. “I… just wanted to check on you. I’ve uh, been a little worried about you, and i couldn’t sleep.” The Prince said, hesitant as he lowered himself on the foot of the bed.

Virgil blinked a few times, curling his legs up so his knees were to his chest to make sure Roman wouldn’t touch his feet under the 5 layers of blankets he had over him. Or maybe it was the sudden, treacherous hope that was rising in him, a hope he was trying to stifle. Roman was… worried about him? Roman of all sides? I mean, he wasn’t surprised that he cared, he and Roman were friends now after all. Virgil was just surprised he cared about this. He thought they were all in agreement to avoid him or something.

Virgil was about to open his mouth and say… something - he didn’t really know what he was going to say. It felt like his train of thought was chugging along through molasses - but he was interrupted before he could get any words out.

“Dude… no offense, but you look like actual death. And why in the name of Hades are you buried under so many blankets?” The Prince asked with what sounded like genuine confusion, at least for the second part.

Virgil huffed and pulled the blankets tighter around him, the movement causing him to shiver. He couldn’t decide what to focus on; The cold air on his back, the rising sensation of relief knowing Roman cared, or how weird that question had been. Quite honestly, Virgil wasn’t offended because he knew he looked like shit. he was just a little confused. He thought Roman would have known he’d look like shit. “What do you mean why do I have so many blankets. I literally feel like ’m freezing to death. ’s part of the package, shouldn’t you know this?” He practically deadpanned, not even for the snarkiness like usual. His speech was just dull.

But that only left Roman looking more confused, and probably a good deal more concerned if his expression was anything to go by. “I-... I didn’t know that, no.. I’m sorry. Do you want another blanket or something…?” he asked carefully, still awfully and almost painfully cautious.

And Virgil… was at a loss for how this could possibly be new information to Roman. it was pretty common knowledge even if you’ve never had a fever before. But instead of dwelling, Virgil once again stopped himself from shaking his head, sighing instead. “No, it won’ help.” he said shortly. The effort would be futile, but it was endearing that Roman at least asked. “Thanks though. That’s.. really nice of you t’ offer.” The anxious side offered a bit more quietly.

There was an awkward silence that followed, Roman shuffling his feet against the carpet slightly as he looked around the room. Virgil saw the other’s eyes catch on the pile of used tissues in the floor, another bout of confusion flashing in his bright green eyes, but he didn’t mention it this time. Maybe it was a lack of sleep making the Prince act so clueless at the moment. “I… I guess i’ve just.. i don’t know, everything is more boring without you around. Nobody to insult without actually offending them.” Roman spoke again after a moment, sending a half smile in Virgil’s direction.

A little smirk matched with a snort is what the Prince was rewarded with, Virgil's spirits lifted regardless of his misery. It felt nice knowing he was missed, and it made his chest warm knowing it was coming from Roman. For some reason, knowing he could make things more bearable for his counterpart was.. rewarding, in a way. And Roman looked proud of himself, before he continued a bit more solemnly. “You’ve been cooped up in here for so long, like what, 5 says now?”

That got Virgil to sigh, and maybe there was some defensiveness laying beneath the surface, made worse thanks to being miserable, but all he managed was a mildly annoyed side eye to Roman as he responded in a mumble, still doing his best not to run Roman off. “‘t’s not my fault.”

Roman was quick to shake his head, slight guilt in his expression. “I know! I-I’m not trying to make you feel bad, i guess i just- i don’t know, i’m just talking out loud… sorry.” Roman’s voice had quieted, eyes trained on the floor somewhat shamefully as he seemed to search for his words. “I just.. I just wish…” but once again, he trailed off, shaking his head and seeming to give up. “I’m sorry.”

“‘s fine, Princey.” Virgil mumbled back, eyes dropping to his lap where he picked at a loose string on his bedspread. Another silence followed, Virgil trying to sniffle as silently as he could. Despite how weird this interaction had been so far, and how slightly awkward it’s gotten, Virgil was honestly just trying to soak in the mere presence of another side while it lasted. He’d never liked being alone for so long. His stomach was starting to hurt for a reason aside from sickness. This sure was a good way to get Roman to leave early, the others were probably right for leaving him alone so far.

Suddenly, Virgil squeezed the blankets in his fist to try and stop a sudden tickle in his throat, the sensation coming out of nowhere. Unfortunately though, his instincts won out just seconds later as he was forced to cough, the sound gargled and gross even when he covered the whole bottom half of his face with his covers. Dammit, dammit, stupid fucking cough. And Roman just got there too. He wasn’t ready for the creative side to leave again yet.

“S- Sorry, sorry ‘bout that. Shit.” He mumbled rather quickly, hoping to by just a few minutes longer of the creative side’s company before it was taken away again for who knows how long. His head felt like it was being split open, no thanks to the effort it took to cough. Who the Hell’s idea was sickness? They should be fired.

Much to his surprise though, when Virgil hesitantly looked up to gauge how put off Roman was by his display, he only saw an overwhelming about of worry, but even more importantly, alarm.

“Apologies, but is this like- normal??” Roman asked with eyes noticeably wider, studying Virgil's pained expression, hunched over posture, the mess of dirty tissues around, and the way the bright numbers of his digital clock on his nightstand was covered carefully, with a washcloth no doubt.

Virgil drew in a deep, slow breath through his nose as he rubbed on his temples to try and alleviate some pain, eyes closed and head tilted down. Roman’s ridiculous questions were just making his headache worse, and honestly he didn’t even understand how the Hell he was so confused. Was this his plan? To come in here and confuse Virgil and his already incapacitated brain? ‘Cause if so, he was doing a brilliant job. “Roman, what the hell are you talking about.”

It came out less like a question, more like a very tired statement, but he was answered with confused stammering, Roman gesturing almost desperately to Virgil and his state. “What do you mean what am I talking about?? Dude, you’re clearly not doing well. I mean, I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but you’re sweating like a sinner in church, you’re covered in a thousand blankets, you were just hacking up a lung and you’re barely able to speak right from, what i’m assuming, is a nose full of mucus!”

“Yeah, okay, I get it. I look like shit, Pr’ncey, enough said.” Virgil snapped, glaring up at Roman and accidentally moving his head up to look at him too fast, sending a flare of agony through his skull. He cursed under his breath and winced, but powered through it even as Roman lifted a hand to- to what, help? It didn’t matter, Virgil moved away from the effort. “No, don’t touch me, alright? I don’t wan’ your pity.”

Virgil knew all of this was coming out more aggressive than he ever would allow if he was feeling himself. Hell, even now he was begging himself to just shut up and stay calm. But after almost 2 full days with no sleep, and 5 days of nonstop pain, coughing, being unable to breath properly, the feeling of fire in his throat every time he tried to eat, and then on top of that, being shunned by the 3 people he wanted- needed, more than anything. Well, he really couldn’t stop his composure from cracking and shattering.

Roman looked ready to respond, seemingly struck with more pity than before, but Virgil’s hand shot up to stop him. “I don’t want to hear it, Princey. Why the Hell are you even here anyway? If you’ve missed me so much, why did you wait 5 f’cking days to come see me? T’ come ‘check on me’? And, by th’ way, so far you’ve really only been fucking with me and making me feel worse, so in reality it probably would ‘ve been better had you just kept up your streak of avoiding me like ev’ryone else!”

Virgil was breathing heavily, head pounding and lungs burning after raising his voice just a bit too much at the end of his rant. He replayed the words back in his mind, heart sinking when he realized how aggressive he’d gotten. He couldn’t slow down his breathing, why couldn’t he slow his breathing?? Jesus christ, he wasn’t about to break down on top of all that other shit he just unleashed. Perfect, he was just proving the other side’s point for them.

With his body now starting to shake, jaw clenched to hold back tears because this week has been bullshit, and he felt like curling up and disappearing, if not to escape his aching body then to at least escape the anger he knew would result from that whole verbal meltdown he just had. Obviously Roman would be leaving, but would he yell first? Tell him how annoying and selfish he was, and how he didn’t get to be a huge asshole just because he was feeling a little under the weather? Or would he leave in silence, just exit the room with that silent, cold anger that Roman only showed when he was really upset.

Maybe he’d tell everyone else what happened, how he’d tried to extend an olive branch, test it out just to see if maybe his illness hadn’t made him into a pathetic prick, but Virgil lashed out as expected and ran him off. Would Logan and Patton get mad at him too? Come in and tell him off for being so horrible to his own family, that he couldn’t even be a decent person for 5 minutes.

Maybe things wouldn’t go back to normal even after he’s recovered, all because he couldn’t just control himself.

“Virgil, what are you talking about?” Roman asked exasperated, and Virgil dragged his hands down his face. He meant to make more of a growl in frustration, but it came out closer to a pained whine. His eyes stung for a new reason now. He just wanted this to stop. Why wouldn’t Roman just stop?

“What. What am I talking about what. I can’t do this- this whole vague shit righ’now, jus’ spit it out.” He hated how short tempered he was sounding, but Roman didn’t seem to be fazed. Virgil could see the Prince waving his hands around in his peripheral, looking tongue tied.

“The- The part where you think i’m fucking with you?? Why you think we’re avoiding you?? Why you’re so-... so….” Roman trailed off, a look of realization crossing his face, which quickly turned to horror and guilt. “Wait a… w-wait a second, Virgil, are you- are you sick??”

To say Roman sounded appalled would be an understatement, his eyes wide in shock, brows drawn, mouth slightly agape. Virgil’s head spun, suddenly dizzy as his brain tried to figure out why Roman sounded so horrified- why he sounded so surprised. He couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t understand what was going on. He felt nauseous and he just wanted to sleep. Before he knew it, tears were trekking down his face, thick tears springing from his eyes making the pressure behind them even more unbearable. A sob tore painfully from his throat, instantly catching the Prince’s full attention.

“Oh my… Virgil-“

Virgil shrunk away from the Prince’s voice, curling up once more into a ball, trying to hide from everything. His lip wobbled, he could feel it, but he was too tired to be embarrassed or feel pathetic. He pulled the covers closer around him. “R-Roman, please jus’-“ He hiccuped on a sob, hissed through his teeth as the action sent a sharp pain through his lungs. “I don’ know i-if you’re tryin’ to joke ‘r somethin’, but— but ’s n- not funny, o-okay?”

Instead of speaking clearly at a normal volume, Virgil was nearly mumbling the entire time he was speaking, slurring through words even worse than when the conversation started. Was it just him, or was the room spinning? “Please, i… i need you t’...” Virgil huffed for breath, exhaustion wearing on him like a switch was just suddenly flipped. It nearly took all his energy to try and get a deep breath.

“Ro…”

Virgil was met with a warm, broad chest, and strong arms wrapping around him before he even knew he was slumping forward. His ears were ringing, drowning out what sounded like a familiar voice speaking to him. They sounded distressed, he hoped they were okay. What was combing through his hair? He couldn’t quite remember what was going on before then, but all he knew was, he was safe now.

Then, the world went dark.

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Virgil came into consciousness a little while later, his brain the kind of blissfully empty that only comes after passing out, apparently. He couldn’t grasp where he was before, existing in a reality where there is no past for a few moments. His head was vaguely aching, like a dull throb faded into the background, and his lungs stung only a little when he breathed in deeply. In his sleepy state though, Virgil didn’t concern himself with those feelings.

Virgil couldn’t see anything, he noticed not long after, but he could hear murmuring and the distant sound of water running.

Next, he realized he knew he wasn’t in his own room anymore, both because this wasn’t his mattress, and the room didn’t smell like his own.

He could smell.. cinnamon… and peaches… and ink. Somewhere in his groggy brain, Virgil recognized the smell, but at the moment it was just out of his reach. It didn’t bother him, though, not when he was so relaxed and calm. He felt like he was one with the bed, and the soft, fluffy sheets encasing him.

A few more seconds of coming to, and Virgil realized his eyes were covered with something damp, and cool… soft too. It felt amazing against his warm skin. oh right, i’m sick, a thought entered his mind gently.

Then, a lot less gently, the events from before he passed out rushed to the forefront of his mind, practically smacking him in the face. Because yes, he’d passed out, right in front of Roman like an idiot, oh shit, why isn’t he in his room, where is he-

“Virgil? Hey woah, calm down buddy- here,” Virgil heard someone quickly cross the room, and tended his body for all of two seconds before the washcloth over his eyes was being lifted.

Virgil blinked blearily, squinting his eyes even though the room was almost completely shrouded in darkness, save for a thin line of light coming from the cracked bathroom door. Someone was sat beside him on the side of the bed, but he was too blurry for Virgil to make out details.

“There you are. Hey Hot Topic, how are you feeling?” the person asked, speaking more gently than anyone had spoken to Virgil in a long time. Strangely though, Virgil wasn’t upset by it. It was.. nice…

Wait a minute, he knew that voice.

“R- Roman..? I.. Where…?” Distantly, Virgil knew he sounded like shit, which meant he probably looked like shit, and directly after asking that half assed question, he realized he had to be in the Princes room. “Oh.. fuckin’- I passed out on you..” he groaned, moving his hands up to scrub the blurriness from his eyes.

It worked, surprisingly, and now that Virgil could see, he realized that yes, Roman was the one sitting next to him, and yes he was in Roman’s room, in Roman’s bed. He also noticed how tossed Roman’s hair was, and the bright red with little snowmen pajamas the Prince wore. They were really adorable.

“Yes, I’m afraid you did.. and I’m also afraid that I am partly to blame for it.” Roman sighed, casting his eyes down as he pressed his lips in a line.

Virgil’s brows drew together, and, because he was so delirious, he reached out to grab gently at Romans sleeve. “How is it your fault that I passed out?” he asked incredulously. At least he could speak properly now. Now? Now since when? Oh geez, “Wait how long have I been out? A few hours? Days? Years?! Did I fall into a coma?!”

The corner of Roman’s lip lifted in amusement, and he gently lay a hand over Virgil’s, on his sleeve. “No, no nothing like that, Dark Knight. It’s only been an hour or so. I.. hope you don’t mind, but I had to bring you in here. Your fever was… really high.” The Prince of Creativity said, solemn by the end.

“I think i’ve managed to get it down, so it’s not so dangerous anymore, but Logan will definitely have to keep an eye on it today.”

That got Virgil's attention. “Wait- Logan? Uh.. yeah, not to burst your bubble Princey, but I doubt that’ll be happening.” There was a slight bitterness to his tone as he wrapped his free arm around his midsection, and though there wasn’t as much bitterness as there usually would be, Roman still picked up on it loud and clear.

He inclined his head, as if in agreement, and Virgil stomach only sunk a little bit before Roman was speaking again.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Virgil. You see, there seems to have been a grave misunderstanding. This is how I’m partially responsible for your passing out, same as Logan and Patton are also partly to blame.”

Virgil’s eyes widened, breath hitching at the sheer ridiculousness of that suggestion. No!! How could it be their fault? He’s the one that got so sick and couldn’t keep himself healthy enough not to fucking pass out. He opened his mouth to say as much, but Roman held up a finger before he could get out a single word, silencing him.

“A few days ago, 5 to be exact, it came to Patton’s attention that you weren’t feeling yourself. He told me and Logan that you told him you weren’t feeling very well, and that we should all give you some space the next few days.” Roman said carefully. Ah yes, that conversation. The one that’s haunted Virgil for nearly a week. Virgil remembered it well.

With a hesitant, still very lost nod from Virgil, Roman continued. “It seems that Patton, and in turn, Logan and I, assumed that your strange behavior was linked to.. well, anxiety.” He gave Virgil’s hand a light squeeze, any sign of a smile gone and replaced with pained regret. The Prince swallowed, just as Virgil pieced it together.

“Because of these more stressful times Thomas is experiencing, we wrongly thought that you were having a rough week, leading to worse anxiety. So… we’ve been leaving you on your own, thinking we were helping you..”

Virgil.. didn’t know what to say. He looked up and found Roman’s red, sorrowful eyes. When he focused, he could see they were just a little bit bloodshot, even in the dark. Proof that he had previously cried, no doubt about this. When Virgil didn’t speak, still too shocked as his slowed brain processes this, Roman continued, quietly choking back a sob just after he averted his gaze to the floor.

“V-Virgil-“ he voice cracked. Virgil’s heart was sinking in his chest. Roman had never looked so heartbroken. “Virgil I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were sick, none of us did! I-I swear I didn’t know, I would have never left you alone if I had, Virgil, Star, i’m so so s-sorry,”

Roman was practically full on crying by that point, though he clearly tried to keep it to himself and stay quiet. Virgil was grateful for the effort, but there were much more important things to focus on at the moment. He may not be completely himself, but he still couldn’t let Roman be so sad.

It was because he wasn’t completely himself that Virgil automatically sat up (taking his time to do so, trying not to upset his head), and leaned himself right against Roman, chest to chest, looping his arms around to loosely hold Princey in a hug.

It all made sense now, why he’d been ignored all week, and why nobody came to check on him or try to help. He felt a little (read: a lot) stupid for thinking that anyone in his famILY would do anything but show him the upmost care and attention when he needed it. They thought they were helping, and honestly, had he in fact been having a bad week of heightened anxiety, giving him space would have been the right thing for them to do.

Roman was quick to return Virgil’s hug, though to his credit, his hug was a lot stronger and more secure than Virgil’s. He buried his face in Virgil’s hair, a steady stream of teary apologies spilling from him. A steady stream that Virgil hastily tried to end.

“Roman, it’s okay… i’m not upset, I promise it’s okay. I know you were doing what you thought would help me. Please don’t cry, Princey.” He said softly.

It might have been a few more minutes, or a few hours, that the two sides sat together in each other’s arms. Roman’s cries and apologies slowly quieted to a stop, though the gentle combing of fingers through Virgil’s hair only continued as they sat.

“Hey… Roman?” Virgil whispered after a few more moments, the whole mindscape quiet, save for the quiet sniffles from both Virgil and Roman every once in a while.

“Yes, sweet Midnight?” came an equally gentle response. Neither side moved, Virgil too content with his face snuggly buried against his counterpart’s shoulder, and Roman too content with having Anxiety safe in his arms.

“Would… well, you can say no, but would you mind.. if I stay in here..? I don’t… really want to be alone…” a hint of Virgil’s usual anxious tendencies showed itself despite the tiredness that was starting to cover the darker side. Instead of head-swimming exhaustion though, this time Virgil felt pleasantly heavy and relaxed.

Without uttering another word, Roman pulled them both down to lay their heads on the pillows, lifting one hand to gently flick his wrist and manipulate the covers around them. The light in the bathroom turned off with a soft click of Roman’s fingers, one that Virgil hardly registered as he shuffled somehow closer to the Prince, still tucked safely in his arms.

As he fell softly and smoothly into the first restful sleep he’s had in days, Virgil noticed that he wasn’t freezing cold anymore. The dull throb in his head had gone away almost entirely, and it felt that much easier to breathe. But most importantly, Virgil felt less alone than he had in a long, long time.

Needless to say, Virgil was feeling better already.

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"You upset him? He thought you were scared of him and that frightened him? That...doesn't sound like the Janus I know. The janus I know would be laughing at the fact that you're scared. The first time I saw it I was scared he toyed with the idea of eating me for the fun of it... Ugh... Yeah..." Logan shivered, "Don't remind me how creepy it is... It's like something straight out of a nightmare..." Logan looked up to him, and smiled softly. His hands came up to gently cup Virgil's cheek. "Yeah, you're here with me now... You wanna go cuddle? Oh! And I still owe you a shower too. You wanna take a shower together? I can scrub...down there if you'd like?"

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"Well, I warned you that I'm not in a good mood, dude. Don't act surprised." Janus snarled at him, some more of his golden liquid coming down his chin and dropping on the floor. "And you won't, if I eat you. Seriously, don't say anything. You know what would happen if the other overlords find out about it. Remember what happened to that overlord that tried to leave so he could live in butt fuck no where with his hellhound husband? They killed his husband right in front of him and cut his limbs off. I think they're still torturing him to this day." Janus crossed his arms, "I don't want that to happen. Fuck, I don't want vee to go through that. Okay? So just...don't tell anyone." Janus couldn't help but to let out a chuckle just thinking of Remy with a broken pelvis. "Considering how small you are I won't be surprised that someone could practically break your pelvis. Heck, I think I might be able to if you piss me off enough."

Charles gulped thickly, his eyes going wide. Only to let out a whimper at the finger dragging along his chin. His tail curled around his leg and he tried to duck away, but his red cheeks only became redder... And, alright, Remy was pretty hot in Charles eyes. So yes, he was getting a bit wet, leave him alone. and that wink! And smirk! It was for him! And... And... And...

Janus sighed, "I know, typically it doesn't matter. But for vee it does matter. He's... different. He's not your typical demon, alright? He's just...he's more sensitive. If he finds out that I drugged him he'll... Hell hate me forever." Janus rubbed his eyes, his gaze then stared down at the bottle. "But... I could use just a bit of it to lure him into thinking he likes me... Just enough when he thinks it's his thoughts and emotions...but it's not... That's a thought... And he'll never have to know... And Remy, I do all of that throughout the day too, just cause I'm not a succubus doesn't mean I don't fuck hard pussies."

"The only reason why I don't want to is that I'm sure he's told Logan that he doesn't have feelings for me. It'll be pretty suspicious if one day Virgil doesn't like me, and the next he does, won't it-" he was cut off by Remy pinching his cheek. He snarled and tried to bite his hand, but Remy moved out of the way just in time. "Oh?" He smirked, his eyes now flashing with lust. "Fuck, rem, you know exactly what I need. Let's go get railed by the biggest dick this section of hell has to offer. I need my holes filled right now. Let me go get ready...and get high. Do you need some drugs, Rem?"

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TW: Rape. Misgendering. Swearing. Blood. Demons. Janus is Valentino.

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"I thought you knew your body was doing that? Most demons do." Janus shrugged, "It's your body's hormones acting up, there's not much you could do about it even if you did know." Janus paused in his sipping so he could look up to him. "Does that mean you remember when you were alive? You told me you didn't..." He shook his head, "Life wasn't great for any of us. And so we gave life a middle finger... God and his angels don't like that." He shrugged again, "It's why most of us end up down here... So you and I are in a similar boat... Except down here you can be as nice as you want... And I can't."

His eyes trailed after Virgil as he continues to move away. "It's not your fault..." Janus whispered as he watched him head out. Once he was gone though, he placed the drink on the coffee table, grabbed the remote for the TV, and turned on the TV to some random station. Then he laid back down and curled up under the blankets so he could disappear forever.

Charles gave a nod to the instructions. He can do that! Sounds easy enough! He gave a small wave to Virgil as he closed the door behind him. He went back to help Janus the best he could. Though...it looks like he was done drinking that hot chocolate... Oh shoot, that's not good. He was instructed to help him drink! He can't do that if he stops drinking it! Oh, shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot...

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"Vee? Vee!!" Logan was waiting in the lobby in his customized chair. Thankfully he was dried and even had some clothes on, looks like Sarah did help Logan after all. He rushed over to Virgils side where he anxiously took his hands and looked him up and down. "Are you okay?! Those aren't my clothes, I don't even know whose clothes those are! What happened?! Sarah told me she left you at Janus' building! I yelled at her for doing that, but she refused to go back to check on you! Did Janus hurt you?! Fuck, I'm so sorry, I should've been there. You don't need to go to that bastard again for my expense. Seriously though, did he hurt you? Are you hurt anywhere?!"