#evil deceit

His name is in the definition of the word cunning.

He has shown himself to have a strong disregard for the rules, especially the ones set out by society.

He's very resourceful.

We have reason to believe he is the "leader" of the dark sides, which is another Slytherin trait. This one is less concrete but time will tell.

He is clearly achievement oriented and wants Thomas to have everything he desires. Hence his fondness of Roman.

This just speaks for itself:

Dark Prince: by Probablynothumanish and hitwiththatfanart33

“A thrilling twist on Snow White. When a plot to kill Prince Virgil goes wrong, he’s sent crashing through the woods, and into the arms of what seems to be a simple miner. From characters who aren’t all they seem, to dark magic, romance, and adventure, find out if and how our dark prince makes it through this.”

This is Dante (deceit) the evil King.

 Inspired by chapter 9. Seriously a good read! i love this fanfic!

Two images without the glitching:

D: “Oh, so you’ve never been reluctant to share anything with the group then?”

V: “Don’t”

D: “What? I just meant your name.”

This is a one shot about the sides being vampires and Virgil finding himself alone and afraid of hurting others.

Warnings for thinking about death (mentioned like twice but not described in detail), blood (of animals not humans), and purposeful isolation.

Eventual Prinxiety mah dudes.

~

Virgil had been a vampire for exactly seven hundred and forty two days, about two years. He spent the first year and a half alone in a camp in the woods hiding, far from civilization. The abandoned camp that still had heat and running water for some reason.

He often wondered who was paying the electric bill those days.

After quickly finding out how useless real food was to keeping him functional shape, he eventually went out to kill wild animals. Rabbits were a meal. Bears were a handful of feasts.

He vowed to never in his life harm a human for their blood. He hadn't wanted to become a vampire, someone's impulsive and stupid actions caused it. He would never put that on someone else.

He was also very unstable the first few months. He was afraid he'd lose control. Virgil could use a lot of colorful descriptors for himself, even to this day. Killer will never be one of them.

Away he hid for one and a half years. He has a weird mix of very vivid memories to huge gaps that stretched on for weeks or a couple months. He remembers sitting on the floor of the cabin putting blood into jars. He killed something big, probably a deer, and the blood was threatening to go bad after a bit. He stuck the jars into the snow so they would keep. He didn't know if that was how you kept blood, but that was the best think he could think of. Freezing things were supposed to keep them from going bad, right?

Virgil stared at the jars wondering if this is how he was going to live out the rest of eternity. He knew nothing about being a vampire.

Childishly, he wondered if maybe it was a myth that he would live forever. The burning in the light thing wasn't entirely true. He could go outside in the sunlight for a bit. It just hurt like a bitch.

Sitting alone some nights, he secretly hoped he was right; he hoped something would grant him death from this imitation of living. He could feel himself going mad from solitude sometimes.

It was days like that where he wondered where the other vampires were. There was at least one out there, roaming, turning innocent people, killing others. Virgil had almost dry after all. If he hadn't got away when he did he would have been sucked dry he was sure.

One night, when the moon was reaching the end of it's journey across the sky, Virgil heard a light humming. He dismissed it as it faded away, ‘a bird’ he thought, but it came back in a matter of minutes. Closer and closer louder and louder until Virgil couldn't deny the existence of a potential human nearing his cabin.

What if the owners had come back. Around three in the morning? Unlikely but possible nonetheless.

Virgil couldn't bear to give this place up and be without a home again. Plus, a human would probably have some questions about the jars of blood in their fridge.

So Virgil grabbed a frying pan.

Agonizingly slowly he opened the big oak door that lead to the ground of the cabin. Instantly a smell hit him that scared him so much he loved the door shut again.

It wasn't a human smell. It didn't make him hungry. And it was strong. Like the smell of clean laundry shoved up to your nose.

Virgil didn't know if he liked it or not.

“Hello?” A soft voice. With so much care it made Virgil want to curl up and take a nap in this stranger's arms.

Which left of his rational mind rang the alarm bells.

Virgil had to come out. They saw him.

Virgil crept out of his house, frying pan at the ready. He tried to say something along the lines of 'Don’t come any closer’ but no sound came out of his mouth. Apparently not using your voice box for a while did that.

Another wonderful thing rushed through his mind at that moment. If this person wanted to take him down, he could not scream, not that anyone would hear him anyway. He was in the middle of nowhere for a reason, but his plans to never be discovered may backfire spectacularly at any instant.

His breath quickened. He was going to die at the hands of this stranger. Probably because he was a vampire. He hadn't even done anything! He tried to protect everyone and look where it lead him. At the mercy of this honey sweet man with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen.

Blue eyes was saying something. “Hey. It's alright, I promise. I'm not gonna hurt you. Do you think you could breathe for me?”

Oh. Virgil wasn't breathing anymore. He was also shaking so hard he couldn't properly hold the pan above his head anymore.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Virgil was standing in front of the only safe haven he'd ever known in front of a person who made it not so safe anymore. He couldn't go inside and hide. He couldn't attack because he was too weak (in every sense of the word). He was stuck gasping for air and shaking in front of this man who was not human. He could not be human.

After a while, the man convinced him to come with him. Looking back, Virgil knew why he went with him so willingly. He charmed him into trusting him.

Blue eyes, who he found out was named Patton, took him through the woods to a clearing about an hour's walk from his cabin. When Patton ushered him into a grey car and they began to drive away from, Virgil somehow knew he would never see his old home ever again.

They drove for a very long time. Virgil distinctly remembers falling asleep and waking up sometime during the day.

It was light out. He had every reason to panic like he did.

After silently freezing out and trying to shift with the shadows of passing trees and stray buildings, he was made aware of the fact that the light did not hurt him like it should have. Patton, noticing his distress and confusion, chirped, “Don’t worry. The windows are ray-proof. The sun won't hurt you in here.”

Which lead to a prompt part two of his freak-out because this stranger knew he was a vampire. Later, he found out that all vampires smelt differently than humans to other vampires. But that car ride was agony.

Patton could have taken him anywhere he pleased. Maybe sent him to be killed for being what he was. Despite Virgil not wanting to be immortal, he didn't want to die quite yet. In human years, he was only twenty three.

Whenever he think back to when he got to what he now considers his home, he will admit he can not remember a thing.

“No wonder,” Logan said one day Virgil brought it up. “Patton had you so under the influence of his charm, I'm surprised you remember anything from that day.”

Patton put in quickly, “He was scared! If I just let him do whatever he would have run away and something bad would have happened! I had no choice.”

“Oh, I'm sure.” Logan rolled his eyes. Logan didn't believe in charm. He thought it was a violation to a person's freedom of choice, which was true. But Virgil never got around to resenting Patton for charming him that day. It was too true that he never would have followed him if left to his own devices. He wouldn't have had any of the amazing experiences or people that came with his new home.

And he certainly would have gone insane. It took him three weeks to properly talk to anyone in the household as it was.

There were three people that Virgil met in the span of his first week at that house. Not including Patton, who he met already.

There was Logan, the sort of head of the house. He dealt with the taxes and most responsibilities, and kept everyone in check. He was the most reliable and where Virgil learned most about vampires after he got comfortable. Logan had strict routines that he followed to the minute for many things, but not all. For instance, he always gets up and eats breakfast at 8:00, but he leaves a stretch of forty five minutes or so to make conversation or take some time for himself before he tends to his daily duties. Logan had tried to plan his entire life out to the second, but such strict routines were “a combination of stress and boredom that Lo just couldn't handle!” As Patton so eloquently put it.

And then there was Roman. He showed up the day after Virgil arrived, smelling a lot more like a human than Logan and Patton had. He wasn't a human and he hadn't smelled like blood. He never said what he did on the nights he went out, but everyone knew. At first, Virgil absolutely despised Roman. He was full of himself and was often wreckless, jumping from delusion to delusion like a Disney character with an ensured happy ending. But Roman's quick wit and snappy comebacks engaged Virgil after a while. It was nice to have someone to have non-serious and silly conversations once in awhile. Patton was fun, but talked about real issues too often while Logan wasn't fun. He was an infinitely interesting person to engage with when you want an intellectual conversation, but not the laughing, silly type.

Roman provided an exciting break from the world. When he was with him, Virgil could forget why they were all alone on a back road, miles and miles away from another person. Why they weren't outside taking a nice stroll in the warm daylight. Why they had preserved blood in their fridge and freezer alike.

Just as Virgil was starting to get the hang of this whole 'vampire living with other vampires’ thing, Dee stepped in. Dee was quiet as he was loud; big as he was small. Dee could hide in the smallest of spaces, tower over the tallest of men. Dee scared Virgil. And yet he was drawn to him every time he came around.

So was Roman.

Logan said that Dee affected humans the most with his tricky powers, but he also affected young vampires. Newly turned.

“You and Roman are naturally weaker vampires than, say, Patton or me. We have had much more to develop our abilities and counter powers against vampires like Dee,” Logan stated when Virgil asked about his state. Virgil asked Logan a lot of questions. He has yet to fail to answer with the utmost confidence and sincerity.

Virgil hated the way Dee made him feel. Enticed but cowardly, wanted but hated. Confused.

“Why does he come here? Why do you want him here?”

Logan sighed and put down his pen from his current calculation of some sort. “Dee…” he chose his words carefully. “Dee is not a safe one to be around, as you have experienced. He does not control his powers even though they have grown too large to let run lose like he does. Dee does this because he enjoys the effect he has on people. He basks in the power he oozes. As you can probably imagine, he is a menace in neighborhoods. So, a long time ago, Patton and I struck a deal when he was at his weakest. He can reside here whenever he wishes so long as he stays out of human affairs. It gave Dee a safe place (something he hadn't thought to have until he was in dire need of one) and food if he so desires it. He has avoided humans for twenty years now.”

Virgil didn't like it, but as he found himself doing more and more these days, he put the humans above his comfort.

*

After living with Patton, Logan, and Roman (and glimpses of Dee) for a year, Virgil began to believe that he might enjoy eternity with these people. Not Dee of course. But the others.

He smiled so much more these days.

It was a strange thing to live with other people. Even as a human, Virgil booked it from his family at seventeen and had been on his own ever since. An apartment here. A park bench there. Virgil found that it wasn't so weird to live with other people now. In fact, he much preferred it to living alone. Go figure.

It was these thoughts, his life story, that ran through his head like a record while he lay on the floor with Roman, both plastered.

“Hey, Roman?”

Roman stared at the ceiling for a moment before he processed Virgil's words. “Yeah?”

“How long have you been a vampire?” Virgil was surprised that he hadn't asked him before.

Roman rubbed his face. “No clue. Not super long, like five years? I don't count that stuff. It's sort of sad.”

“Oh.” Virgil paused, then, “Do you like being a vampire?”

“What kind of question is that?!” Roman looked angry. Or hurt. Whatever he was feeling didn't seem to directed at Virgil however.

Virgil knew a defensive person when he saw one, though. “You don't have to tell me.” Sigh. “But I kinda want to talk about with someone. Can I just say something dumb quick?”

Roman reached around on the floor for a discarded bottle of wine. He half sat up, took a swig straight from the bottom and fell back onto the ground. “Hit me.”

Virgil, for the first time, wanted to talk about being a vampire. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or… No. It was definitely the alcohol. Liquid courage and all that.

“Well, I've been a vampire for seven hundred and forty two days. And I wish I wasn't a vampire a lot. It wasn't my choice or anything, someone just planned to suck my dry and I got away before I died. And I used to really regret not just letting him finish the job.”

Roman shot up and whispered a quick “No!” then held his head, groaning.

“Not anymore, dumbass. Living alone for a year just sucked.”

“Oh.” Roman sunk back down to the floor.

“Anyway, when Patton found me and brought me here I realised that being a vampire wasn't all the suffering I made it out to be. I still wish I was human sometimes, but what the hell. Life’s pretty good for now. I've got less complaints than I did before, you know?”

Roman nodded. “Yeah. I miss quite a bit about being a human.”He paused, obviously looking for a prompt. Sarcastically Virgil replied “What do you miss about being a human, Roman?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” He said grinning, but it slowly slipped into a pressed line. “I miss being around people all the time. I used to be around people for my job, my hobby, my home life. My world revolved around people. Removing myself from that was the hardest thing, I think. Except… no. That was the hardest.”

“What do you mean, 'except’? Except what?” Virgil prodded a little. Roman didn't open up often and Virgil was pretty sure that this alcohol was the thing that was going to help him with that.

“It's so stupid. You'll laugh.”

“I promise nothing. Now tell me!”

Roman made an offended face to go along with his squeaking. “What? No! You have to promise not to laugh or I'm not telling.”

“Fine. I promise not to laugh.”

“Okay.” Roman exaggeratedly breathed in and out. “I miss seeing myself in mirrors.” Virgil burst into the cutest giggles. “Oh my god. You are really the most egotistical person I've ever met.”

Roman huffed and crossed his arms. “You promised.”

“I lied.” Virgil said. “Really though. You really miss that the most?”

“Look. You know I'm very concerned with my appearance. I used to wear beautiful makeup and do my hair for hours!” “Why don't I find that hard to believe?”

“Shut it. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal to you because you don't really love the way you look, but I liked it. I liked to transform myself into something that people loved to see. And I can't do that anymore.” Roman sighed. “I don't even remember what my face looks like anymore.”

Virgil sat up and gestured for Roman to do the same.

“What are you-?”

“Shh. Just listen to me. Okay.” Virgil touched a freckle on the side of his nose. “You have a freckle right there. A very cute one, at that. And another one right here.” He tapped a point on his cheek. “And you have very clear skin. I know you use moisturizer because it's so soft.” He caressed his jawline. “And you have a beautiful jawline. It could cut silver.” He brought up his other hand and gently pulled Roman's face to gaze into his eyes. “And you have the most interesting eyes. They look hazel now, but I swear yesterday they were blueish-grey. And they have little gold flecks in them.” Virgil leaned in closer. Into those hazel eyes had the key to so much more than a self-absorbed joker. They had a nervous wonder that dared to leap into the unknown every day despite every consequence that could follow them. They were reckless and bold and afraid all at the same time.

Virgil leaned in a little more. And Roman leaned a little too. Then they were touching lips. Like two middle school girls having their first kiss. Awkward and quick. But it was more than either of them ever dreamed it would be.

"I think I'm in love you." "I think I love you too."

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What? Something with a fluffy ending? It's true. I'm back with the fluff. I'm not continuing this, but tell me what you think! Y'all like vampires or nah?

Words: 1,121

Rating: T

Warnings: Slight horror and angst, I guess? Not sure, my brain just yelled at me to write it and this happened. 

Love is toxic.

Patton hummed happily as he flipped the pancakes. Pancakes for dinner was an amazing idea! All the other sides were on board, and tonight was going to be fantastic! Patton flipped the perfectly shaped angel food once more before placing it on the plate. He started to hum another song when arms snaked around his waist. Patton blinked, glancing behind him to see Logan nuzzling into his neck. Patton giggled. The logical side only showed this much emotion around him, and dang was it adorable!

“What’s up, Lolo?” Patton smiled, lifting a hand and ruffling his boyfriend’s hair. Logan sighed happily, hugging Patton tighter, gently kissing Pat’s neck. Patton squealed softly, giggling. “Logan, you know I’m ticklish!”

“Yes, I know.” Logan replied, chuckling as he continued to kiss the optimistic side’s neck. Patton squirmed.

“Lo-ho! I’m trying to co-hook, sweetie! You ca-han’t just-” Patton’s words died on his lips and he gasped, eyes widening when Logan bit his neck. His boyfriend had done that many times before, but this… this time it was different…. It felt wrong. “L-Log...g-gan…”

Something was now coursing through his body. And it hurt, but… felt good at the same time. Logan held him closer, pulling his fangs out of Patton’s neck. Fangs…?

“Is something not wrong, Patton?” a voice hissed into Pat’s ear.

“D-De… c-ceit…?” everything was becoming blurry now, and Patton gasped again, dropping the spatula. The clatter of it falling to the floor hurt his ears, but… Deceit was there, holding him… comforting him. Kissing his neck again. He was making everything feel so much better...

It can blind you.

Love is toxic.

Logan heard his door open and close behind him, but didn’t bother looking up from his book. He already knew who it was.

“Psssst! Lolooooo!” Patton’s voice sang. Logan rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he flipped a page in his book. “Logaaan!”

“Yes?”

“Hi!” Patton pounced onto the bed beside him, immediately cuddling into Logan. Logan looked over at him, smiling.

“Greetings, Patton.” he replied, lifting his arm so his boyfriend could cuddle into him more. Patton beamed, snuggling into the crook of Logan’s neck, surprising Logan when he started to kiss the skin there. Logan tensed, he wasn’t really used to Patton kissing him on the neck. Logan was usually the passionate one… Patton was more for the cute actions. “Um… P-Patton?” Logan cleared his throat, flustered as Patton twirled the logical side’s necktie around his fingers, tugging it loose. Logan swallowed. “Pa-Patton, are you….”

“Shh.” Patton hissed softly, snaking his hand underneath Logan’s shirt. Logan’s eyes widened.

“Patton, I don’t-” but Logan was cut off when something bit into his neck. It felt like… fangs…? Logan’s eyes widened further. Oh no… “N-no…!” the fangs dug deeper, and Logan could feel the venom spreading. His book toppled out of his hands, Logan trying to push the imposter off of him, but his body wasn’t cooperating anymore. He gripped Deceit’s cardigan tightly, shivering as a tongue glided over his neck.

It can defy logic.

Love is toxic.

Roman strutted down the hall, brows furrowed. He hadn’t seen Logan or Patton all day, and he had no idea where they could-....oh. Oh. maybe he shouldn’t look for them for a while…

Roman shook his head. He would just go look for Virgil. Where was his Knight in dark armor?

“Virgil?” he called, heading towards his boyfriend’s room. “Where are you, my Chemically Imbalanced Romance?” Roman sighed, turning the corner, only to be surprised when he was pulled and pushed up against the wall. A mouth immediately connected with his, and Roman squeaked in surprise. Virgil?! Since when was Virgil… dominant?

Their lips seperated and Roman furrowed his brows at his love.

“What has come over you, my love?” he asked, laughing nervously. Virgil smirked.

“Dunno… just got the verge to show you how much I love you.” he whispered, lifting and kissing the top of Roman’s hand. Roman blinked.

“Did you just… make a pun?” something… seemed off.

Virgil just smiled, kissing Roman’s wrist.

“Virgil, are you alright? You- GAH!” Roman gasped when Virgil bit him. He bit his wrist! “VIRGIL! Why… ugh… oh no…”

“Oh, yes.” Virgil whispered, and that’s when Roman noticed the one yellow eye. Deceit.

“W-what…” Roman groaned, collapsing against the other side, he felt sick, but also… like he was floating. Deceit’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close. “I-I can’t…” he couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything.

It can create doubt.

Love is toxic.

Virgil nervously wrung his hands as he searched the mindscape. Where was everyone? He hadn’t seen Patton and Logan for a few hours, but hadn’t thought much of it. But now he couldn’t find Roman either.

“Hello?” he called out, knocking on one of his friends’ doors. No answer. Virgil frowned well, anxiously. He moved on to Patton’s door, no reply. Same story with Logan’s. “Guys….?” Virgil whimpered nervously, looking towards the last door down the hall. Deceit’s room. He definitely had a feeling the liar was up to something.

Virgil took a deep breath, storming down the hall and slamming a fist on the door.

“Deceit! Open up! Now!” he demanded. He brought his hand back, prepared to knock again, when the door suddenly swung open, and Virgil was yanked inside, then pinned against the wall. Deceit laughed, and before Virgil could process anything, lips crashed against his, fangs digging into Virgil’s bottom lip. Virgil squeaked, pushing Deceit away from him, but it was too late. The evil side’s venom had already entered him.

Virgil crashed against the wall, feeling the effects. Everything felt wrong, and it hurt, but… no, he couldn’t let it take control!

“Why are you not fighting, Virgil?” Deceit asked, lifting his chin. “The others did.” Virgil gasped in pain, eyes widening when he saw that his friends were in the room… but they weren’t themselves.

Patton was just leaning against the wall, bright eyes unusually dull. Almost like he had no emotion inside him.

“Meet Apathy.” Deceit stated.

Logan was laying on on the bed, staring and the ceiling, whispering and mumbling, and laughing. Not just a regular laugh. A maniacal one.

“Insanity.”

Roman was in the corner of the room, hugging himself and hiding in his knees.

“And Uncertainty.” Deceit finished, leaning closer to Virgil’s face. “And you, my dear dark one….” Virgil stared at him, feeling numb all over. “You will be sweet, ruthless fear.”

Virgil weakly shook his head, whimpering as he collapsed against the villain, his eyes drifting shut. This couldn’t be happening… but it was…. It was one of those things you absolutely hate…

But you love it all the same.