If your dream is anything like your request, I envy you, my dear. And I’m comfortable with just about anything (besides anything to urine or shit), so of course, I can do this!

Warnings: Smut, Remus, Tentacles, Aphrodisiacs.

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Dating Remus definitely had its ups and downs, both literally and metaphorically. However, it was never boring. This was especially true in the bedroom. You didn’t mind vanilla, it was always soft and sweet and was a reminder to the both of you of how much you loved the other. That being said, sometimes getting downright nasty was the most amazing experience. 

Remus was always coming up with new ideas to spice up the bedroom scene (not that it wasn’t a flaming tornado already) but one idea sat with you quite nicely. How could it not when you loved to be fucked like a toy? 

“Tentacles?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing as you repeated his suggestion. Though your boyfriend was hectic and not always super thoughtful, he did like to bring things up with you before actually trying them out. “How does that work?”

Though it was an odd suggestion, you couldn’t say it didn’t strike a certain chord in you. You could already feel the heat settle over your body like the rays of the sun hitting your body on the beach. You could already picture being filled, tossed around like a doll, unable to do anything but squirm with so many tentacles holding you. 

Remus giggled, a sound you adored because it meant trouble. “How about I show you?”

Before you could respond, Remus snapped his fingers and all your clothes disappeared. You would’ve gasped and covered yourself… if this wasn’t a usual thing. So, you shrugged and went with it. No matter what, this would be pleasant. 

“Woah…” You muttered softly as long, smooth tentacles dripping in a black goo appeared out of Remus’s back. Each one was a bit different in size, some bigger, some smaller but otherwise, they were all pretty much the same. 

“I’m going to ruin you,” Remus promised, with a smile that holds all the mischief and lust he was feeling. His eyes were dark, nearly as black as the liquid that seeped off his tentacles, and you opened your legs for him and moaned needily, wanting him to follow through on his promise. 

Smirking at your response, all his tentacles shoot out at you at once. As soon as the slimy things wrapped around your legs, arms, waist and breasts, you could feel your mind going numb, and the only thing left was arousal and heat and the need to let him use you. 

Your need burned away in your stomach, and you moaned, trying to find some stimulation by grinding on something but all you were getting was the heated air against your dripping cunt. It was too late to realize you were now in the air, your arms held behind your back and your legs spread far apart, and your breasts and nipples being played with. 

“Remus~” You groaned, vision too hazy to actually see him but your eyes were pleading. “Please~ I need you~ Fuuuccckkk!” Your words were slurring, and there was a moment where you figured he was using some kind of drug or aphrodisiac on you but the thought was quickly extinguished by your need. 

“Is the little whore that desperate?” Remus laughed, though it was hard to hear over the sound of blood rushing through your ears. There was a hand on your leg, doing nothing but letting it slide down and yet it felt like molten lava against your skin. A whine tore through your throat at the mere touch. “Oh! She is!” 

“Sir~ Pleeeaasseee!” You moaned out, not even feeling the cold tentacles against your heated skin anymore. Remus must have been feeling generous because soon you felt something cold and wet rub against your cunt. 

Your body jumped at the sensation, then the trembling began. It was so close, so, so close to just plunging inside your needy cunt but it wouldn’t. The tentacle just kept rubbing against the folds, which was enough to leave you a gasping mess but not satisfy you. 

“Such a little slut, I don’t think one tentacle will be enough,” you can barely hear Remus muse in his amused tone, chuckling to himself about your desperate nature. You want to open your mouth to agree, but nothing comes out except a little whine. 

“Bas-tard!” You manage to choke out, your mind only clearing for a moment, before it was dipped back into the sizzling of pleasure. It was impossible to concentrate on anything but the tentacle rubbing against your folds and the ones playing with your nipples. 

“Such a dirty mouth,” Remus tuts, like the hypocrite he is and smiles almost innocently. Except nothing he does is ever innocent. “Maybe I should gag you. Yes! That sounds like a great idea!”

Without a chance of thinking about what he’s talking about, a tentacle pushes past your parted lips and slips down your throat. You moan around the appendage, your eyes becoming half-lidded, muddled with pleasure. Despite the icky black liquid, the tentacle almost has a sweet taste to it. After being with Remus for so long, your gag reflex is non-existent.

“That’s a good little slut, suck that tentacle like the needy whore you are,” 

You do as he says like there was no other choice in the world. You let it fuck your face as you swallow as much as you can. Remus, below you, is letting out soft noises- well, they’re probably not soft, but you can’t hear much. 

That’s when the tentacle rubbing against your folds suddenly thrusts inside you, making you scream in pleasure, your back arching as much as it can in the position you were in. The tentacle gave you no room to adjust- not that you -really needed it- it just started fucking you, hard, rough and fast. Almost like a machine. 

You could have sworn it was going so deep it was bulging inside of you. The moans that you couldn’t stop were muffled by the tentacle that ruthlessly fucked your face like you were a toy. After a while, it all felt so normal. You were in heaven, fucked out, so close to cumming, and in complete serenity. 

Until both tentacles grew wider, stretching you out nearly to the point of it being painful. Your throat stretched to accommodate the girth, but your cunt felt like it was getting fucked by two cocks (which is actually pretty fun, in your opinion). And they didn’t slow down, not even for a second. 

A scream tore past your throat as you came. Hard. Your whole body trembled and the tentacles still didn’t stop. The overstimulation was uncomfortable but not unfamiliar. And it went away quick enough. 

“Did you really think I would stop just because you came?” Remus laughed mockingly, his thumb rubbing your clit- barely touching it, really- but it made your eyes slide to the back of your head, another orgasm being fucked from your body. “Oh! I want to see that again!”

“I think my babies are ready to fill you up,” Remus giggled, though his giggling was cut off by a low moan. In a normal state, you would’ve asked what he meant but whatever he did to you in addition to being fucked within an inch of your life made your mind a bit empty. 

That is until a warm liquid with a salty taste exploded in your mouth and in your cunt, filling you to the brim until you were nearly choking and your stomach was bulging. Without even considering anything else, you started gulping the liquid down, swallowing the tentacle along with it. 

“Wow! You are such a fucking whore, swallowing all that cum. Maybe I should keep you like this, my breeding whore. Ready to just take all the cum, all day long. My personal fuck toy. I like that idea, don’t you?” Remus hummed while another tentacle, a bit smaller, slipped into your cunt along with the big one, moving deeper into you when the big one was moving away. “Oh, that’s right! You can’t talk over that tentacle in your mouth!” 

Your whole body was burning, both from the pleasurable ache and from the actual pleasure. You came a third time, feeling the cum in your cunt squirt out of you along with your own juices. 

Your body was moved but you couldn’t even feel it. You were so focused on the tentacles assaulting your body and filling you with even more cum. The one in your mouth slipped out, making you gasp for air and choke on the leftover cum left in your mouth. Though the feeling of air in your lungs didn’t last long because Remus’s fingers were digging into your scalp and forcing his cock down your throat. 

Your nose was pressed against his pubic hair, inhaling the sweaty smell that was undoubtedly your boyfriend. He kept your head still and fucked your mouth as if you were only a fleshlight. While he was keeping your mouth busy, a tentacle slid down to your ass, two more stretching your cheeks apart so the tentacle could enter and fuck your ass. 

Never in your life have you felt so full- both of cock (or tentacles) and cum. And you absolutely loved it. 

“Mm, my dirty little whore. I’m gonna paint you with my cum, fill you with my cum. And you will love it because that’s what good sluts do. Look at you, taking a tentacle in your ass, two in that cunt of yours, and my cock in your mouth. I could just keep filling you with tentacles until your holes are so stretched out I’ll have to create something with an even bigger cock to satisfy you!” 

Remus and the other tentacles all came in you at the same time, and that was enough to make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before. Your body slumped, and you felt yourself succumb to the darkness. 

When you woke up, the tentacles were gone and you were sitting on Remus’s lap as he played with your hair, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck. Your mind was beginning to clear and the heat was dissipating. 

“Oh good! I thought I might’ve killed you,” Remus giggled softly, planting a wet kiss to your cheek. It made you chuckle, both the words and the kiss. Only your boyfriend could say something so weird and make it cute. “So how was it? Did my little slut like that?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, kissing his lips, “I feel so full. And messy. I need a shower. But we should do that again.” Cum was all over you, on your face, your chest and your legs, still dripping from your cunt. The smell was unpleasant but nothing that wasn’t unusual. 

“Hell yeah! Maybe next time I can make them vibrate,” Remus suggested with a cheeky grin. 

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You and me both, my dear. This would be my pleasure to write. I hope you like it! Also, this will be loosely based on the Alphabet Smut Headcannons thing I’ve seen on Tumblr before. So, yeah… 

Warnings: Remus, smut stuff, use of the word ‘cunt’. 

Roman

-Dear god can this boy talk dirty in the bedroom. Or out of the bedroom. Anywhere when it strikes his fancy. Sometimes it’s to see you blush, other times it’s to get you hot and bothered. 

-Like, if you’re wearing something cute, he’ll whisper how he can’t wait to tear off your clothes and fuck you. Or if you’re eating a popsicle or anything that involves sucking, he’ll tell you there’s something better for you to suck on when you get home. 

-Can and will make anything sexual for his own enjoyment. 

-He’s pretty big into aftercare, even if it’s the softest sex you’ve ever had. Be prepared for pampering. He’ll prepare a bath, give you a massage, bring you something to eat, cuddle you. Everything and anything. Nothing is too big or small. 

-Depending on the type of sex you’re having, he’ll grab/touch different parts of your body (more so than everything else, at least). When it’s slow sex, he’ll grab your hands, intertwining them with his own, kissing them, just being very soft. However, during rougher sex, he likes your breasts. Biting, kissing, licking, grabbing, kneading. 

-He likes cumming in you. Whether in your mouth or your sex, it doesn’t matter. Roman likes that you will let him do it. He likes seeing it after, drip out of you, and he gets hard when you swallow it. 

-He is embarrassed about a fantasy of his. Roman is a prince, especially in his imagination in the Mindpalace, where he has a throne. He’s thought about you worshipping his cock with your mouth while he sits on his throne. He probably would never bring up this fantasy with you but if you ever mention something like that, he will be quick to agree. 

-While having sex, Roman likes to see your face. He wants you on your back, face screwed up with pleasure. He wants to see the rush of blood to your cheeks, your mouth hanging open as you moan, the face you make when you orgasm. He likes watching you. 

-He’s a romantic at heart, so it’s very intimate with him. Even when he’s going rough, he will kiss you and tell you how incredible you are. It may sound dirtier when he tells you how good of a slut you are (as long as you’re okay with that kind of language in the bedroom). 

-He does like receiving oral more than giving but don’t be disheartened because he will give you amazing oral just because he wants to. He just loves your mouth, and how hot it is when it wraps around his cock. 

-He does prefer to have sex in the bedroom, save for some of his roleplaying scenarios. Outside he may tease you with words and innocent-enough affection but he doesn’t take it far until you get to the bedroom. 

-Roman is usually full of energy, so it’s no surprise when he can go three or four rounds, longer if it’s slower sex that takes an hour. And trust me, he’ll use every round to the fullest extent. 

-Honestly doesn’t use toys all that often. Maybe some kind of silk or his sash for binding, gagging or blindfolding you but he doesn’t feel the need to use dildos or vibrators when he’s very capable of bringing you to orgasm all on his own.

-He’s not super loud during sex. It’s mostly grunting and groans, along with dirty talk and praises, of course. He’s louder when you suck him off, usually moaning and cursing, telling you how good you feel. 

-He’s more average in length down there but thick as all hell. There will be a burn as he stretches you but trust me, it will feel good~ 

-Just remember, he loves you and sex for him is showing just how much he adores you. 

Patton

-Patton isn’t super great at dirty talk. He’ll try if you want to but it might make him a little uncomfortable. He’ll praise you instead, telling you how amazing you feel around his cock or just how hot you are when he’s fucking you. He always lets you know what a wonderful job you’re doing. 

-Most of the time, sex is like aftercare. He takes care of you, worshipping your body, holding you close, kissing you. He just wants to show you how much he adores you. When the two of you are finished, he will do everything you need. Food, water, cleaning, cuddles, talking. 

-Sex with him can be emotional. He’ll make you feel so loved it can be overwhelming in the best possible way. When you’re upset (and in the mood), this intimate act will definitely make you feel amazing. Trust him, he knows what he’s doing. 

-He can’t pick a favourite body part of yours. He loves all of you, no question about it. You are so beautiful to him, every bit of you, so he could never pick a favourite. 

-This boy loves to cum in you. If you gave him permission, he would be over the moon! He likes that you trust him enough to do it. There were so many risks involved but at that point, he wouldn’t care. He would just kiss you and coat your walls with his seed. 

-He hates the fact that when you tease him or make him horny purposely, he wants to punish you. Not extremely, he’s still very soft. He just wants to spank you until your asscheeks are glowing. He wants to be rougher with you, fuck you into the mattress until you’re so sore you can’t sit. Patton will probably never actually tell you this because he doesn’t want to scare you off.

-Much like Roman, he likes to see you when he fucks you. But he wants to be close to your face, leaning over you. He wants to kiss you everywhere on your face and neck, and whisper sweet things into your ear. He wants your hands to be on him, feeling him, scratching him. 

-A lot of times, you two will have fun while having sex. You will laugh and joke, and just be adorable together. Sex can be serious, and it is most of the time but when you’re both feeling light-hearted, it can be a goofy time. 

-Also like Roman, he likes it in the bedroom. Kissing and stuff are fine outside but he really wants it in a bed. It’s almost uncomfortable for him to risk not having it in the bedroom. And the bed is where he’s sure you’re the most comfortable. 

-He does like giving oral rather than receiving it. As mentioned, he likes taking care of you. But he won’t turn it down if you offer to give him a blowjob. 

-Usually slow in pace. He doesn’t like to have quickies or sex that only lasts half an hour. He wants to feel you, and he wants to make sure you have the best orgasm of your life. 

-Usually can go one or two rounds but sometimes he draws your orgasm out for hours. So sex with him can last all day and one or two rounds is all you need. 

-He will only use a toy if you want him to. He’s mostly okay with vibrators to stimulate you as he fucks you. Other than that, he doesn’t care for toys. He’d rather give you the pleasure himself than have some inanimate object do it for him. 

-He’s rather loud in the bedroom, and he’s not embarrassed by it. You just make him feel so good he can’t help himself. He gets especially loud when you blow him. Whether its moans, cries, your name, or just praise, he’s never silent. 

-His cock is thin but long and can reach the deepest parts of you. 

-Patton is a sweetheart and he isn’t afraid to show it to you at the most intimate of times. 

Logan

-Logan really loves dirty talk but he doesn’t like to be degrading as he does it. He loves to tell you how good you look and how well you’re doing. He also tells you exactly what he’s going to do to you, just to tease you with anticipation. 

-Will absolutely whisper filthy things into your ear in public, keeping a straight face, just to see you blush and fidget. He knows what he does to you and he loves it. 

-Super big on aftercare. He knows it’s important, especially after rough sex. Will make sure you are cleaned up, if there are marks or bruises, will put some kind of cream or ointment on them. He makes sure you’re hydrated and if you’re hungry, will bring you some kind of healthy snack or meal. He needs to know you’re in the best place possible. 

-He hates to say he has a favourite body part but he likes your ass. As a punishment, his go-to is often spanking. But he also likes biting your cheeks. In public, he may just grab them. He really likes your ass, no question about it. 

-He likes to cum on you, usually your chest, stomach or thighs because it’s easier to clean up. However, if you beg for it, he has no problem cumming inside of you. Marking you with his seed is satisfying, to say the least. 

-Logan doesn’t like to admit it but once in a while, he would love not being the one with control. For you to take care of him, punish him. He wants to just surrender control. 

-Logan likes bending you over objects, usually a counter or desk and having his way with you. Though having you tied up is also great. He wants you at his mercy, completely dependant on him. 

-Sex is often very serious for him. It takes a lot of planning and conversation to do quite a bit of the stuff he likes to do. He wants to know everything you want; how you’re feeling at that moment; if anything has changed; if you’re in the correct emotional state. He has to make sure you enjoy yourself as much as he does. 

-Much like Roman and Patton, Logan does like it in the bedroom, or at least somewhere private. This does not mean on the bed, however. A chair or desk is also ideal spots. Sometimes having you against the wall just when you’re both wanting to get off is the best option. 

-Definitely prefers receiving a blowjob rather than giving oral. Usually, if you want him to give you oral, you have to either beg for it or be an extra good sub for him~ But when he does, oh boy, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He watches your reactions, he knows what you like and what you don’t like. 

-The pace of sex often is based on what he wants during that particular experience. He likes going fast and rough, slamming into you with little remorse. However, if you’re being bad or he just wants to tease you, he’ll go torturously slow, just to make you suffer. 

-Logan can go on for hours. His refractory period is nearly non-existent. He can just keep going. And even if he gets tired, he will rest for a bit and just use toys on you. Logan is resourceful and not afraid to use that skill. 

-Goddamn does he use toys. If you’re having sex, he will use handcuffs, ropes, vibrators, dildos, whips, riding-crops and paddles. It just all depends on what he wants and what you want. Outside, he will almost certainly make you wear a buttplug and/ or a vibrator. What can I say? He likes control, and he loves to torture you. 

-Logan isn’t loud during sex. Unless he’s talking, you will only hear small grunts and groans. Maybe panting. He doesn’t like being loud because he thinks he sounds bad. However, if you mention how much you like hearing him in bed, he will make an effort to be a little louder. 

-Logan is average in length but only slightly larger in width. But with him, it’s not the size that counts, it’s how well he uses it. And trust me when I say he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

-Logan might seem cold and practical but in reality, he’s a kinky fucker who absolutely adores you. 

Virgil

-Virgil is actually really good at dirty talk but he doesn’t like doing it. He’s always worried that you may not like what he’s saying and could it ruin the entire mood. He’s more comfortable if you’re the one who does the dirty talk. He may get a bit embarrassed when you say nasty things in his ear but he gets hard nontheless~

-He usually asks you what you need after sex if he was the one going rough on you. He doesn’t like to assume anything, so he wants to know exactly what you want. He’ll do anything, he just needs you to tell him. 

-If you were the one going rough on him, however, you will probably be the one to take care of him afterwards. Clean him up, get him a drink, cuddle him and just tell him how well he did. Tell him how much you love and adore him and how amazing he is. He’ll turn into a blushy pile of goop. 

-Much like Patton, Virgil could never pick a favourite body part of yours. He loves all of you. He loves your lips when they touch his skin; your eyes when they just gaze at him with so much adoration; your hands when the caress his body; just everything. 

-Virgil likes to cum in you but he often just gets so concerned about whether or not he should. He overthinks everything. What if you contracted an STI (even if it’s impossible since he’s not a real person)? What if you didn’t want it? What if you’re mad you have to clean up the mess? 

-Virgil also cums… a lot. It can take a little bit for his orgasm to finish. It’s also a lot to clean up. 

-It takes a while for Virgil to share his fantasies with you, and even then he doesn’t tell you everything. One thing he often thinks about is a threesome. His first thought is with someone like Patton or Logan. And he wants to be in the middle, getting fucked from behind and either fucking someone or getting his cock sucked in the front. 

-When he’s more in a submissive role, he likes it when you’re riding him. However, if you’re the one doing the fucking, he likes being on his back. He likes watching your little expressions, and he likes to kiss you. 

-When he’s more dominant, it’s a bit different. He likes having his chest to your back. He wants access to your neck to leave as many marks as he can. That and he likes to groan in your ear, just to let you know how you’re affecting him. 

-Sex is not a joke for him and he takes it very seriously. After sex, you two may banter a little bit and make each other laugh but if he hears you laugh, his immediate reaction is thinking you’re laughing at him. Even if you’re laughing just because he’s too cute. 

-If the two of you are absolutely alone, he doesn’t really care where you guys have sex. It may be in the kitchen, you on the counter, kissing him as he fucks you. The two of you could be sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background as you’re fucking him. He just never wants anyone to catch the two of you. 

-He doesn’t really want to receive or give oral. When he gives oral, he’s always asking himself if he’s pleasuring you or if you even like it. When he’s receiving oral, he thinks you’re just doing it because he wants it and it’s a chore for you. It stresses him out. So you just have to be clear: you want this and he’s doing a wonderful job. 

-Sex with the two of you is often fast and rough, but very intimate. The only time when it’s not is when it’s much more emotional. Sometimes, Virgil just needs to feel loved and appreciated, and may not be up for rough sex. Make him feel like he’s your world, kiss him gently as you’re slowly thrusting into him, take his hands and press soft kisses to them. Whisper loving things to him, tell him how incredible he is and how you never want to part from him. 

-Virgil can’t go a lot of rounds. He often feels sluggish after one or two rounds but he will never leave you hanging. If he’s the one getting fucked, he will very sensitive after but he will use his hands or mouth after if you haven’t reached your orgasm. 

-He’s not one for toys unless you use a dildo. Other than that, he doesn’t like to use them too much. If you want to use them, he won’t say no. He just wouldn’t be the one to suggest it.

-He’s often embarrassed by the noises he makes. He bites his lips to try and silence himself but if you coax him, you can hear the pretty little moans that slip from his lips. He can be loud if he lets himself go, the softest sounds coming from him. 

-Virgil is average size, length and width. But just because he’s ordinary in size does not mean he’s average in the bed. 

-Though he’s constantly worrying about if he’s doing you can be rest assured that will not stop him from loving you and showing you how much he loves you. 

Deceit

-Holy fuck is this kinky snake good at dirty talk. It does not matter where the two of you are, he will whisper the naughtiest things in your ear. He knows all your weak spots and how to press them, all in a husky voice. And afterwards, he’ll walk away like nothing happened, the only thing that is left is a smirk on his face and the heat on your cheeks, 

-He will always take care of you after sex. Aftercare is so important to him, especially because he likes the rougher sides of sex. You are the most valuable thing in his life and he will do anything to take care of you. Cleaning up, giving you a massage, getting you anything you need. He will hold you close and whisper soft things in your ear. 

-Dee adores your lips. He likes to kiss and bite them. Likes when they’re wrapped around one or both of his cocks. He likes to see moans leave your lips. Less sexually, he likes to hear your voice. Your smile means everything to him. So, yes, he loves your lips. 

-Having two dicks, he cums… a lot. He does like cumming inside you, you just feel so good and he loves marking you. If you guys try anal, he wants to make sure you remember it for as long as possible so be prepared to wear butt plugs to keep in as much cum as you can. 

-Deceit would actually be really into public sex. His only problem with it is your body is for his eyes only. He just… isn’t comfortable with sharing how much he wants the others to know your his. He doesn’t want to be the possessive, overbearing boyfriend. 

-There is no favourite position. He loves any and all positions as long as you’re there. Up against a wall. On the bed. Over a desk or counter. On a couch. Sideways. You beneath him. You on top of him. In the shower. It does not matter. 

-Sex is never goofy or humorous. It’s always a very intimate thing, even when he seems so impersonal. For him, it’s all about trust and love even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. 

-He likes both receiving and giving oral. He likes to make you putty in his hands, and sometimes oral is the best way to do that. Other times, he wants to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, letting you choke on his cock. Either way will make him pleased. 

-Slow sex is a rare occurrence and more often than not, you have to ask for it. He doesn’t mind slow sex, he’s just super kinky. But before he goes fast and rough, he will make sure you’re okay. 

-This snake can go ALL night. He doesn’t ever feel tired (unless it’s really cold out) so he can and will keep you up. Unless you’re getting freaky somewhere else, you won’t be leaving the bed for a while. If anyone is going to tap out, it’s going to you. 

-Loves toys. Not so much dildos because he already has two dicks, so unless he wants you to choke on a dick while being fucked, he won’t use fake cocks. Vibrators? Absolutely. But also whips and crops, and if you’re okay with it, he might even bring a knife into bed~

-He’s not super loud. Sometimes he’ll pant or grunt but he’s mostly silent. He enjoys whispering filthy things to you but he doesn’t moan. Well, sometimes one will slip out if both of his dicks are being stimulated. 

-So both of his dicks are pretty long but average in width. One of them has scales which is both a weird and pleasant feeling in your nether regions. And trust me, he knows how to use both. 

-Deceit may be seen as the bad guy, and sometimes in the bedroom, he may act like it, but he’s a softy underneath all of that. 

Remus

-Unlike the others, when Remus talks dirty (and I mean more than most of the time), he does it out loud and for everyone to hear. Absolutely no filter. He does not care if he embarrasses you. He will tug you close, smile that filthy smile, a loudly proclaim what he’s going to do to you. 

-This usually gets added with a rough kiss and an ass slap or him grabbing a handful of ass. 

-He knows to take care of you, especially after a rough session. Cuddling is a must, and he will clean you up. He’s not great at knowing what to do so if you need anything else, you just have to tell him. He’ll do it. 

-He loves your sex. Whether you have a dick or vagina, it doesn’t matter. If it’s a dick, he loves having it fuck him or choke him. If you have a vagina, he will adore having you sit on his face or fuck your cunt. 

-Remus cums so much. He can and will fill you to the brink with his seed. He doesn’t care where he cums, honestly. If it’s on you, he will love the sight of you filthy, marked with his seed. If it’s inside, it’s a mess thats harder to clean up and gives you a reminder of what happened. 

-Remus doesn’t have a lot of secrets, he’s a very honest and open person. But he hates admitting that he likes to be taken care of sometimes. Everyone expects him to be this horny, adventurous side that doesn’t like to go easy. And most of the time, it’s true. But, he would love to be just loved. No rough stuff, no kinks, just make love. 

-He knows you would indulge him but he just doesn’t want to admit it to anyone, not even himself. 

-He has no favourite position. He likes everything. Wherever you are, no matter what you’re doing, he can and will find a way to turn things dirty. He will push you against walls, desks, counters; throw you into a bed, a couch, a chair or even just the floor. He could not care where you do it or how. 

-Remus LOVES oral. He doesn’t care whether you suck him off (but be prepared, he will fuck your face and grin as you slobber and choke on his dick) or he’s the one giving oral. Hold his face against your sex, make it hard to breathe and he’ll moan and happily get you off. 

-Always rough but pace depends on his mood. If he just wants to get off, he’ll be fast. If he wants to tease you he will hold back and go agonizingly slow. But even that doesn’t last long. Most of the time things end with a brutal pace. 

-Much like Deceit, he can go all night... and all day... and for the rest of the week. Remus doesn’t run out of energy. He doesn’t ever stop being horny. You can go a while without getting any sleep. Sooner or later he understands you need a nap and will cuddle with you. 

-Oh, toys are a must. You can use them on him or he can use them on you. He’ll just want to use them. He likes to be whipped, spanked with paddles or riding crops, fucked with a dildo (or choking on one). Toys are fun and he loves to experiment. 

-He’s always loud, usually on purpose. Porn-worthy moans; your name constantly on his tongue; howls and growls. He’s always making noise, loud enough for everyone to hear. If he’s talking, he whispering the dirtiest things to you. 

-One word: big. Remus is thick and long, and he will stretch you out. Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of practice taking his cock. Trust me. 

-You’ll get all the affection you could ever want with him. Plus some. Don’t give up the adorable trash man. 

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Oh fuck. My dear, my head is going in all sorts of places. This will be fun to write~ 

Warnings: Remus, smut, swearing, (consensual) derogatory words used in the bedroom, dom/sub undertones

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Talking to the other sides was not unusual for you. They were your friends, each and every one of them. You enjoyed spending time with all of them, even if one got more of your attention than the others. 

Your boyfriend, Remus, was less impressed by your social tendencies towards the others. But, you had made it clear that just because he didn’t like it, doesn’t mean you were going to stop. However, you did reassure him that they were your friends and only that, and he was the only one who had captured your heart. 

When he was around, you did put up some restrictions when talking to the others. The thing about Remus was that he got jealous, very easily. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, it was just that he was worried one of the others would steal you away. So, even when you talked with the others, you tended to keep physical contact to a minimum, at least when Remus was watching. 

You knew it would never lead to something but Remus didn’t. He just loved you so much and he didn’t want anyone to take you away. You were the first person who ever loved him, and he would cut off his own hand before he let anything ruin that. 

The person he couldn’t stand you talking to was his brother, Roman. Roman was flirty with everyone and you were no exception. It didn’t mean anything but the fact that he was liked by the others above Remus made him uneasy- and the Duke hated that feeling. 

So when you had shown up to visit the sides, Roman had been there on the couch when you appeared. He had greeted you and the two of you sat down and began conversing. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, you lost track of time. Roman was telling you about one of his ideas, not as interesting as one of Remus’, you had to admit but Roman was your friend, and you were there to listen to anything he wanted to tell you. 

You were barely aware of how close the two of you were. There was nothing sexual about it, just both of you were very physical and didn’t mind affection, so it was hardly even worth mentioning. 

So absorbed into the conversation, you didn’t notice footsteps approach you. Roman must have because he cut himself off from what he was talking about and looked to the side. 

Confused, your eyes flickered to where he was staring, only to find your boyfriend hovering above you, a wave of calm anger washing over his face that was scarier than any idea he could ever come up with. You froze, feeling all the blood leave your face. 

Fuck, this wasn’t good. 

“Hey, darling,” you greeted as casually as you could, putting on your most dazzling smile. Maybe it would lessen the events you saw coming into play. How long had he been there? Damn, you were so into the conversation with Roman you didn’t even notice your own boyfriend! 

Remus didn’t respond to you, a sure tell something was not right. The glare wasn’t directed at you, thankfully. But, as soon as you spoke, those burning eyes stared right into your soul. Oh, you were so fucked. 

“Remus? Love?” You tried again, standing up to try and calm him. You didn’t need him to spout any threats, especially not for this. And certainly when this time he probably would act on his threats. 

Next thing you knew, you were being thrown over Remus’s shoulder. Ah. You should’ve expected this. It… wasn’t the first time. Remus then stomped away, leaving you facing Roman, who was now standing and following his brother. 

“I’m fine, Roman!” You laughed awkwardly, heat spreading over your cheeks. In a hushed tone, you added to yourself, “at least I hope I am.”

When Remus actually got to his room, he slammed the door shut behind him and put you down. You breathed a sigh of relief, that position hurt your stomach after a while. Hopefully, the fact he didn’t just toss you on his bed was a good sign. 

That hope was quickly killed when your back hit the wall harshly, a dull pain throbbing over your shoulders. Your eyes locked with Remus’ angry and hungry gaze, one you could only describe as predatory. 

One of his hands clasped over your jaw, keeping your head against the wall. Whimpering, you had to keep yourself still, hands by your sides. He was already angry, no need to make him angrier by fighting. Tonight wasn’t one of those nights. 

“Remus, dear…” you pleaded softly. He just had to tell you what he wanted. That was it. He could have anything he wanted from you, both of you knew that. 

“You know how to address me, my little slut,” Remus’ rough voice made heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. Oh, fuck. He slammed his lips onto yours, claiming you, possessing you. 

He wasn’t gentle, it was a clash of teeth and tongues. Pain filled your mouth, delicious pain, along with a coppery taste. You weren’t sure if it was yours or his. He held your jaw where he wanted it.

Letting out a groan, you figured this wasn’t the time to talk about the matter at hand. Right now, he was angry, and you were going to feel it. Talking could come later. 

He broke the kiss, a mix of saliva and blood running down his chin. It was safe to say you probably looked similar. Breathless, you relaxed against the wall to try and calm yourself. 

To your surprise, he let go of you without even ripping anything off. You watched him sit down on the chair in his room, legs spread apart. All you could do was stare. You didn’t dare to speak or move. This was his night. His rules. And you would obey. 

“Show me how much of a whore you are,” he sneered, his eyes expectant and impatient. You nodded once, shakily peeling yourself off the wall. You swore the pounding of your heart echoed throughout the room. 

You knew what he wanted. With only a moment of hesitation, you pulled your shirt off, unclipped your bra and unbuttoned your pants, letting them fall to the ground. All under Remus’ gaze. 

As you were about to remove your underwear, Remus’ hissed out, “leave them on.”

You nodded, still not sure if he wanted you to speak. He didn’t say anything further, and he didn’t have to. You could see the tent in his pants, and the way he was sitting only meant one thing. 

You dropped to your knees in front of him, a twitch of a smirk on his face, eyes darkened considerably. You shuddered under the gaze, thighs rubbing together to relieve some tension. 

Your hands hovered over the zipper of his pants. You looked up at him, silently pleading him to allow you permission. He was amused by your obedience, the smirk stretching across his face in a way that could only be described as sinful. Nodding, he silently granted you permission. 

With shaky hands, you unzipped the pants and freed his cock from the constraint of his boxers. You held it in your hand, fully erect, feeling the heat bleed into your skin. 

“What colour, slut?” 

“Green sir,” you replied, knowing that he didn’t want you to tease tonight. You were his slut and you would act like one. Taking in a breath, you wrapped your lips around his gorgeous cock and sunk down lower until you reached the base, nose hitting his pubic hair. 

Eyes watering, you had to remember to relax your throat. When you adjusted, you pulled up again, eyes peering up at Remus through your eyelashes. He loved when you watched him and he wasn’t afraid to correct you.

“So eager to take my cock, huh slut?” Remus mused with a chuckle, hands brushing back your hair. You couldn’t respond, he knew that. He bucked his hips up with a groan, choking you slightly. Without thinking, you put your hands on his hips to keep him from doing it again before realizing your mistake. 

“This is nice and all but…” Remus gripped your hair, pulling it back hard enough to hurt. You winced and pulled off his cock. Slobber ran down your chin as you took in lost breath, waiting for him to finish his thought. “You deserve to be punished.” 

You whined, wanting his cock back in your mouth. You opened your mouth, tongue rolling out as you eagerly awaited him to do what he pleased. You were his slut, and you’d do anything for him. 

“Such a good little slut,” Remus wasn’t gentle as he forced his shaft in your mouth and down your throat. He didn’t let you adjust this time, he just started thrusting into your mouth. 

The moans that Remus let out were porn worthy, and you drank them up. You felt amazing, on your knees, his cock forcefully being shoved in and out of your wet mouth. You could feel the dampness in your lower regions, begging to be touched. It took everything you had not to rut against something, just to try and relieve the aching.

When Remus twitched in your throat, you knew he was close. He slammed your head down and held you there, nose full of pubic hair once more. With a loud groan, fingers digging into your scalp, he came down your throat. 

Your eyes rolled, the bitter liquid leaking down your jaw. You swallowed as much as you could, breathing deeply as soon as his cock was pulled from your lips. You grinned up at your wonderful boyfriend, who was still collecting himself after drowning you with his cum. 

“I bet you’re aching to cum, right slut?” Remus’ grin was lazy, and he pressed his foot against your clothed sex. You squeaked in surprise, face flushing. Closing your eyes, you bit your lip trying to keep yourself from rutting on his shoe. You hadn’t been given permission. 

He snapped your head back again, tilting your head so you could look at him. He let out a snarl, “I asked you a question slut.”

“Yes sir, I want to cum,” you answered, almost meekly, nails digging into you bare thighs. His foot started moving along your folds, making you gasp. You had to fight to keep your eyes open and focused on him. 

He smirked at your answer, leaning down to lick his cum dribbling down your chin. Shivering at the wetness of his tongue, you let out a small whimper.

“Then get on all fours on the bed, slut. I’m gonna make sure you don’t sit for a week,” your heart leaped at his words and you nodded desperately, doing as he said. Fuck, you hoped he made good on his promise. 

You could hear Remus take off his clothes but you knew better than to look. You could only listen as he positioned himself behind you. His hands, calloused and warm, ran across your back. You let out a small groan, fisting your hands into the sheets to try and stay patient.

Heat trailed throughout your body, making you shiver in anticipation. Why was Remus taking restraint now of all times? Usually, by now he would have fucked you into next week. Ah, but this was a punishment and he was a bit of a sadist. Making you wait was just as enjoyable as fucking you. 

He peeled down your soaking underwear with a condescending chuckle, one that you felt down your spine. You loved it when he was like this, when he was in charge and acted like it. Maybe it was just that you loved him…

“Should have expected as much from a slut,” he said patronizingly, his fingers running along your folds, “you’re drenched!” He laughed, grasping your hips and pulling you towards him. 

You whined. All you wanted was to get fucked, hard and rough, and his- what seemed to be infinite- patience was getting annoying. Why didn’t he have this much patience every day? 

“Now slut, tell me what you want,” he whispered to you, voice gravelly in a way that struck every chord with you. You whimpered, about to speak up when he continued. “Better yet, beg for it.”

Just to make it more difficult, his hard cock rubbed between your sex, a temptation of what was to come. All you had to was beg for it. 

“Please, sir… please! I need your cock! Please, fuck me! Treat me like a slut! Punish me!” You pleaded, wanting to sob. You hated and loved the way your boyfriend teased you, the way he shook you to your very core. 

“Since you asked so nicely,” his voice was a purr, something that made your skin crawl in the best of ways. He thrusted inside of you without another word, not giving you a chance to adjust before he pulled out until only the tip was inside and slamming back into you. 

His pace was brutal. All you could do was moan and scream out his title. He didn’t care about getting you off, this was a punishment. He wanted to cum. He wanted to pump you full of his seed. And when he was so determined in his own orgasm, he didn’t even mark you- except for the two hand-shaped bruises on your hips. 

Pain and pleasure bled together deliciously, and save for the snapping of skin against skin, all you could hear were his breathy groans and your own voice. The world around you disappeared. 

“You know the drill, slut,” Remus whispered between pants, sweaty chest resting on your back so he could get as close to your ear as possible. “You cum before I do, and I’ll make sure you don’t stop cumming for hours.” 

You nodded feverishly, knowing all too well he’ll make good on his threat until you safe-worded. A needy whine escaped your lips and you had to try and focus on not rocking your hips to meet his thrusts. You were merely a toy at this time for him to use. 

Without any warning except for the twitch of his cock, he shoved himself as far as he could inside you, letting out an animalistic howl as he released everything he had. You moaned, loudly and unapologetically, at the feeling of getting filled. 

“Beg to cum, slut,” Remus started pounding away again, making you sob, “I want to hear how much you need it.”

“Please, please, please! I need to cum, please!” You sobbed, your words barely coherent. Your mind was getting hazy as your orgasm approached, so close to going off the edge. You had to hold back. You had to wait. 

“Tell me slut, am I the only one who does this to you?” Remus asked, fucking you even harder. He wasn’t even fully hard, he just wanted to hear you beg and tell him how much you need him.  

“Yes, sir! You’re…. oh fuck! You’re the only one! Please, I can’t hold it back!” You cried out, tears rolling down your face. It didn’t hurt, it was just so frustrating. 

“Cum for me, slut,”

You obeyed, cumming all over his cock, slumping on the bed. Your skin was slick with sweat and your chest heaved. You barely felt him slipping his shaft out of you, and your eyes weren’t focused enough to even watch what he was doing. 

“Let’s get cleaned up,”

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You were laying on Remus, the warm water around you soothing your aching joints. Your back was to his chest, eyes drooping from both the exhaustion and the heat. A pleasant soreness encompassed you, as did a feeling of satisfaction. 

“You know I love you, right? That I would never betray you? You don’t have to be jealous of the others,” You said, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You smiled at him, for just looking at him made your heart swell. 

“I know,” he muttered, more serious than you’ve ever heard him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft and loving. “I just… I’ve never had someone like you in my life before and I’ll rip off my nose before I let someone take it away.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, spinning around to sit in his lap. Hooking your arms around his neck, you pulled him into a kiss. Innocent and full of adoration. “And no one is going to change that.”

He hummed, his own exhaustion making him softer than usual as he pulled you closer, running his fingers through your hair. You settled your forehead to rest in the junction between his neck and shoulders. Silence settled around you, as did the warmth of love. 

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Oh~ I love this! 

Just so everyone knows, the reader isn’t in a romantic relationship with the sides just yet. I’m planning to save that for later~ However, this does move stuff along. 

Warnings: Remus, swearing, descriptions of blood and violence

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Roman

-True to his word, Roman came back to your cottage. Many, many times. Not that you complained, of course. 

-The two of you talked for hours! Every time he visited, the two of you would have a great time. Just laughing and chatting. Within a week, you knew more about him than any of his other friends. 

-With you, he could share everything. Secrets, insecurities, fears. You would listen, you would comfort him, you would be there. And he did the same for you. 

-He loved watching you do magic and you enjoyed watching him use a sword. You would train together, even if you never really used your magic for combat. It was good to exercise those skills. 

-You two also exchanged letters. You had an owl to bring letters back and forth, which was a great system. If he couldn’t get to see you in person, he adored seeing hearing from you in a letter. 

-However, one day while he riding out to your cottage, he noticed that your door was wide open and there were many footprints in the ground surrounding your cottage. 

-Panic set in immediately. Frantically he started shouting your name, hopping off his horse and running around, yelling and listening for any noises that would give off where you may be. 

-He could feel his heart drumming in his chest and the rush of blood in his ears. Time seemed to slow down around him as he looked around. The forest was eerily silent, there was no rustling of the leaves nor any birds chirping. It was like the world could feel the frenzy he was feeling. 

-Breathing ragged, he feared the worse. Were you alive? Were you okay? Where were you? Were you in trouble? Millions of questions ran through his mind. 

-He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you were hurt- or worse. You meant so much to him and knowing he could have stopped whatever happened made his stomach churn horribly. 

-In the midst of shouting, he heard multiple voices deep in the forest. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, he didn’t even try to listen. As soon as he heard them, Roman dashed toward the source. 

-As he got closer, he actually heard the voices more clearly and what they were saying. They were chanting, more than a dozen of them:

-”Kill the witch! Kill the witch!” 

-All the blood drained from his face when he heard those words. He quickened his pace, getting hit in the face with branches and leaves but he couldn’t care less. He just had to get to you. 

He could see you when he was near. You were panting hard, hair dishevelled with leaves and twigs sticking out from your head. Your clothes were ripped and your face was cut. Roman could also see your cheeks, stained in tears, and your eyes rimmed red. 

-”Please,” you begged, pleaded, “I don’t want to hurt you. Please.” -The people chanting were all armed with swords, pitchforks and torches. You could have easily beat them, your spells and abilities were far superior but you were a pacifist. You didn’t like to hurt people. 

-He loved that you were gentle but at this very moment, he wished you would have knocked them out. But, he knew it was only wishful thinking. 

-You continued urging them not to hurt you. You kept saying you weren’t evil, you didn’t hurt people. You were sobbing in the mix, voice cracking. All you wanted was to live in peace. 

-Drawing his sword, he Roman rushed in between you and the mob. His sword was pointed at them, eyes glaring fiercely. He swore to himself nothing would hurt you. He would make sure of it. 

-You were surprised by his appearance. saying his name in awe and relief. You wanted to hug him but knew that you should wait until the group was dealt with. 

-”I am Prince Roman, and you shall not harm a hair on this woman’s head,”

-The mob grew angry, spouting nonsense on the lines that you weren’t a woman, you were a monster. However, Roman didn’t back off, he made it clear anyone who tried to harm you would be punished severely. 

-With the threat of punishment hanging over their heads, the mob retreated. They were still furious but they knew better than to mess with the royal family, especially Prince Roman.

 -They disbanded, leaving the forest to you and the prince. As soon as you were sure you were out of danger, you lunged forward, bringing Roman into a hug. 

-You held onto him tightly, crying into his shoulder, thanking him profusely. Your nails dug into the cloth of his shirt, your face burrowed into his shoulder. 

-He hugged back, just as hard. He was so thankful you were safe. He hated the fact you were in trouble, that he couldn’t have gotten there sooner. If they had gotten to you…

-He wasn’t sure what he would do. He didn’t even want to think about it. 

-Roman led you back home after that. The walk was silent as both your minds were still reeling from what just happened. Back at your home, you were both hesitant to part ways.

-”You should move closer to the castle,” 

-He wanted you to be closer. He wanted to make sure you were protected. And he couldn’t do it from where you lived now. It was an odd request, coming from out of the blue. But, his eyes were so hopeful as they stared at you. 

-Silence settled around you. You were contemplating the answer. But, with a smile, you nodded and agreed. Then with a wave of your hand, your home shrunk down low and you put it in your bag.

-Off the two of you went, heading to the castle. 

Patton

-Patton never thought he’d see you again after that meeting in the woods.

-But days after the incident, you actually showed up to the little shop he ran for his practice. He hadn’t expected to see you but that didn’t mean he wasn’t ecstatic at your sudden appearance.  

-The moment he saw you, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. 

-After that day, it would be a common occurrence for the two of you to spend time together. Whether you were helping him with patients or the two of you were baking together, you seemed attached at the hip. 

-You were easy to talk to and an absolute sweetheart. The two of you would make each other laugh with silly jokes and puns. Sometimes to make him laugh you would use your magic to do funny things with your face or create something out of thin air. 

-The twp of you simply liked to be around one another.  

-And with you around, antidotes, numbing agents, ointments and potions were made much more accurately. He could also count on you to help heal people, making his life much easier. 

-It was odd when he didn’t see you for a day. Even if you couldn’t spend the day with him, you often would check upon him. Maybe drop something off he could use. 

-But the day was coming to an end, the night sky rolling in. He closed up the shop later than he usually would, still hoping you would show up. His eyes would glance to the door or window, wanting to know if you were there. 

-By the time the sky was illuminated by the stars, he was starting to get anxious. Worrying his bottom lip, he couldn’t help but think that something might be wrong. 

-Patton wanted to check up on you, just to make sure nothing happened. The only problem was he didn’t know where you lived. You never mentioned it. 

-He knew you could take care of yourself. You were a powerful being, a wide range of magical abilities in your arsenal. That didn’t stop his concerns. 

-Back at the castle, he noticed it was unusually quiet and deserted. The only person that was still there was his other friend, the wizard, Logan. He was in the castle’s library, studying more ancient texts that Patton couldn’t decipher. 

-Patton asked where everyone is. 

-Logan blankly explained to him that Prince had organized a witch hunt for a woman who had been recognized for using magic, and was currently out. Logan also mentioned he didn’t want to be in the middle of nonsensical violence. 

-Patton immediately felt the blood drain from his face, his body going numb. It couldn’t be you… could it? 

-He asked the wizard where they were hunting the witch, and Logan told him. Logan also asked why he wanted to know but Patton was already gone. 

-Taking a horse, Patton was thankful the hunt wasn’t far. He didn’t know if it was you but he had to make sure. Roman wouldn’t kill you, would he? Hot tears welled in his eyes as he thought about you dying. The image of your lifeless corpse crossed his mind for only a second but it was enough to draw a sob from his lips. 

-When he spotted a mob and the light of torches, he made the horse go faster.

-”Back off, bastards!” 

-It was your voice, he was sure of it. But it was said with a tone that made shivers run down his spine. It was angry, bitter, venomous. And right after the words were spoken, a wave of fire came from the middle of the mob, lighting the sky in its golden glory. 

-The horse Patton was riding got spooked by the firey wave and bucked him off. He fell to the ground, pain flooding his senses but he ignored it, standing and pushing himself to the front of the hoard. 

-The people and soldiers were all chanting, weapons and torches brandished. He felt nauseated, his stomach felt like he had been eating acid. When he saw you in the middle of the crowd, you looked furious but also frightened out of your mind. 

-Magic surged over your hands and your eyes glowed. But even with all your power, you were exhausted. Sweat dripped down your face and your chest heaved. How long had you been avoiding this?

-”It’s time to die for your crimes, Evil Witch,”

-Roman had his sword pointed towards you, his soldiers mimicking his actions. You glared at him, glowing eyes making him wince slightly. 

-Time seemed to slow. Patton could hear his heart pound in his ears. You hadn’t noticed him yet, your eyes were solely on Roman. You didn’t even try to argue with him. 

-He could sense your power was dwindling. You had used up all of it and now you were out. You couldn’t defend yourself. 

-Then Roman’s sword swung at you and slashed against your stomach. 

-Patton let out a scream, catching your collapsing body in his arms as he lowered you both to the ground. His hand was over the wound, a golden shine radiating from his palm as he started to heal the wound. He ignored the blood on his hand and his clothes. 

-He prayed and prayed and prayed. All his power and will went into saving you. He would not let you die. You couldn’t. 

-His vision was blurring. Tears fell freely. All he could do was hold you close and hope his power was enough. 

-Someone tried tugging him off but he was furiously and hysterically shouting ‘no’ at whoever tried to get him away from you. His grip on you tightened. 

-He could hear the faint calling of his name from someone that wasn’t you but it was like whispering behind a wall. Barely there, hard to hear and so very quiet. 

-”Y/N, please wake up, please,”

-He pleaded hoarsely, voice just above a whisper. His forehead was on yours, his tears dripping on your face. 

-”Anything for you, darling,”

-Your voice was small but had a teasing edge to it. Patton’s eyes flew open, his body freezing as you stared up at him, exhaustion clear in your eyes. 

-Patton started laughing, relief and joy flooding over him. He pulled you into a hug, arms so tight around you they could have left bruises. Your face was in the crook of his neck, hands loosely resting on your back. 

-”What is the meaning of this?!”

-Roman’s voice cut through the happy moment like an axe to a tree. Patton looked at him, concern flashing through his eyes. Roman’s sword was at his side, dripping in your blood. 

-Patton got angry, holding you protectively in his lap. His glare was fierce, lips curling into a scowl. 

-”I won’t let you hurt her! She’s not evil! She sweet and funny and doesn’t deserve any of this! So leave her alone you- you- you butthole!” 

-Roman was taken aback by the sudden outburst and the unbridled rage in Patton’s voice. The prince opened and closed his mouth, no words forming. Patton never got angry. Never. 

-Roman must have believed Patton because he called off the mob. But, Patton wasn’t concerned with them any longer. The only thing he could focus on was you. 

-Smoothing the hair stuck to your forehead back, Patton smiled down at you. Your gaze was soft as you stared up at him, a tired smile gracing your lips. 

-”Thank you, Pat,” you muttered, “I’m…really tired.”

-”Hi, Tired, I’m Patton!” 

-You laughed quietly at his joke, curling into him as your eyes shut. And soon, you were enjoying your much-deserved rest.

Logan

-Logan returned to your home after his mission was completed. It was just to let you know that he was finished and to let you in on how it went but it ended up delaying him another day. 

-There was a comfort being around you. You had an aura that made all the tension leave his body. He found it natural to converse with you on a wide range of subjects. 

-You were intelligent, that much he enjoyed about being around you, and you understood magic. He didn’t have to “dumb” things down for you like he would for Roman or Patton. Logan could discuss any topic with you and you would be able to understand- or ask relevant questions to better comprehend. 

-So, it was no surprise that he came back as often as he could to your home. He was very busy, so sometimes it would be a while before the two of you could meet in person but because you were both well-versed in the study of magical arts, there were other ways to communicate, even when many miles apart. 

-It was common knowledge that Logan didn’t like to talk about his feelings, or even admit he had them. Mild annoyance was not unusual, and neither were small bursts of anger. But, generally, he didn’t like to go on a tangent about his feelings. 

-Except for you. He felt no pressure hiding how he felt and would rant about something that bothered him. You would listen, acknowledge him, and make him feel better. There was nothing to hide from you. 

-It wasn’t odd to find your face staring back at him in the flames he summoned, his preferred method of long-distance communication that could find you no matter where you were. (Think Harry Potter and his conversation with Sirius in the Fireplace)

-What was odd was that you were terrified. Even if the fire wasn’t completely clear, he could still see your tears, your heavy breathing, your eyes glancing everywhere, and the way you were shaking. Fear was imprinted on every muscle of your face. 

-His rants died in his throat as he asked, with more worry than he cared to admit, if you were alright. He’s seen you concerned, a little anxious, but not horrified like you were at the moment. 

-”Logan? No- fuck- I’m not, Gods, Logan, I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice shaky, “they’re after me, they’re coming for me. I can’t talk, I’m sorry, I have to-”

-The flames disappeared. Logan was left in the silence of his room, stunned by what you just told him. Millions of questions raced through his mind. Were you okay? Who was chasing you? Why were they after you? Where were you? 

-Getting over his shock, he raced through the castle. His best bet was that you were near your home. Portals were out of his magical abilities, so he had to rely on getting there by horse. He just hoped it would be quick enough. 

-He might have used a spell or two to hurry the journey but it was well worth it. He needed to know you were safe, and if that meant tearing down anyone who dared to hurt you then so be it. 

-He quickly examined his surroundings, trying to find any clues in a haste. He didn’t have time on his side, so he had to be swift. Your door was wide open, so it was most likely that you were forced from your home. So, it was either multiple people or one powerful person. 

-There was no signs of blood or a fight besides the door, so he to assume you got away. The forest was the most likely place you’d go, it was familiar and provided ways to hide. There was a path leading into the forest with twigs snapped, bent branches and trambled ground. 

-Following the disturbed path, he concentrated his magic to create invisible pulses to locate your magical signature. It was the only way to locate you without anyone else realizing what he was doing. 

-Logan did manage to find you, you were standing with your back pressed against a tree. There were people around you- but he could only barely sense them so he wasn’t sure how many there were. 

-Grinding his teeth, he started rushing to your location. Anything that dared to get in his way burned to ashes before it even touched him. Nothing was going to stop him- or slow him down- from helping you. 

-You may be a great witch but he knew you were better at helping things live than destroying things. You weren’t aversed to violence you just weren’t greatly equipped with combat abilities because you never had to use them. Also, expanding your magic for long periods of time was tiring for anyone, especially if there are multiple opponents you don’t want to kill. 

-Logan knew he was close as soon as he saw a hoard of people, exactly forty-two from what he could see. They were crowding around you, blocking you in. 

-Threats were cast from all different mouths, boiling his blood. Magic burned in his veins, threatening to explode out. These people were trying to kill you. Why? What could you have possibly done?

-But as soon as someone mentioned that you were an evil witch, everything fell into place. Ah. That’s why. Prejudice and misinformation. Why are people so stupid? They probably didn’t even check their facts, they just assumed you were evil because you’re a witch and started this witch-hunt. 

-He started pushing through the crowd, hoping that none of them had gotten to you. He felt a knot in his stomach as the thought of you hurt crossed his mind. What if he never saw you smile again? What if never heard your voice? 

-He didn’t know if you were hurt, it was foolish to jump to conclusions yet. You could have been fine. You could be completely unharmed and been able to hold them off. 

-When he could see you, you were alive but you were bleeding, one of your arms limp, and the other manipulating a plant to help you defend yourself. By the way you were panting and sweating, it appeared you had used up a lot of your magic. You couldn’t keep it up much longer. 

-The others must have also noticed your weakened state because they all started charging at you, weapons ready. 

-Logan leaped into action, casting a spell that knocked all of them back with a large gust of wind. He stood protectively in front of you, magic sparking between his fingers. -Logan leaped into action, casting a spell that knocked all of them back with a large gust of wind. He stood protectively in front of you, magic sparking between his fingers. 

-His name came from your lips in a hushed whisper. It was nice to hear your voice, it was nice to know you were okay. He looked back at you, face calm but eyes raging like a storm. It the coolest voice he could muster, he told you everything was going to be copacetic. 

-You smiled at him, gratitude shining in through your eyes. You let your back hit the tree behind you, eyes drooping. You exhausted your magic resources and tired yourself in the process. These people had been after you for what seemed like hours, and to defend yourself you had to use your abilities. 

-”Under my orders, the High Wizard of Prince Roman, you will not damage this fair woman,”

-His status did give him more power than a normal person, and for once he was glad to use that authority. He stood straight, intimidation radiating off of him like light from the sun. 

-The mob became still before whispers echoed in the forest, different opinions and views coming out in the open. Some believed, some different, but it was irrefutable. Logan wore the crest on his chest like a badge of honour. 

-With a fierce glare, lightning sparked from his hands, eyes glowing devilishly. The mob let out sounds of terror and scattered from the forest, dropping their weapons in fright. 

-After making sure they were all gone, Logan turned to you. You were so close to collapsing, your arm was coated in your own blood, and he could see the resemblance between you and death- though he had to admit, you looked much better than a corpse. 

-He asked you if you were alright, carefully helping you up and muttering a small healing spell for your arm. 

-You told him you were better now that he showed up, rubbing the arm that once was sore. You were smiling sweetly at him, and your arms wrapped around him. Burying your head into the crook of his neck, you thanked him profusely. 

-He stiffened under your touch before relaxing, his own arms resting on your lower back. He shut his eyes, the warmth from your body causing goosebumps to rise on his arms. He felt like he was melting. 

-”No need for gratitude, I’ll always be there for you in a time of need,”

Virgil

-Virgil stayed with you until his wings healed, and even when they healed, he had no other place to go. You offered your home to him more permanently. It got rather lonely where you lived and you didn’t mind his company. 

-Virgil hated to admit it but he actually liked you. You were a gentle soul, so unlike the others up in Heaven. He found out quickly how comforting being around you really was. 

-You really didn’t want anything from him, you didn’t ask for any kind of payment or favours for your kind deeds. And you treated him as if he was an old friend. You didn’t treat him like a demonic entity, and you didn’t treat him like an all-powerful angel. 

-He was just Virgil to you. And that’s what he liked. 

-Nightmares and panic attacks were almost a nightly occurrence with him but despite your lack of sleep, you would stay with him and comfort him. Soothing words and teas made his nerves relax, and you holding him close to your body was calming. 

-You never complained, not with that stuff at least. You didn’t ask what it was about or told him off about his actions. You helped, and you hardly knew him. You offered your home to him, you consoled him, you fed and clothed him. 

-He could count you as a friend, one day maybe something more. 

-It was no surprise that Virgil didn’t like to go outside, he liked the safety of the little cottage he called home. You, on the other hand, had to go outside a lot of time for collecting supplies or going into town. You respected his wishes not to socialize with others and left him in the cottage. 

-You always came back before dark. After he came into your life, you liked to be home before he went to bed so you could be there to help him. You often got home within an hour or two, well before the moon begins to rise, 

-However, this night was different. The moon was at its peak in the night sky, and you hadn’t returned yet. You left in the afternoon, not planning to be very long. And yet, you aren’t back. 

-Virgil started fiddling with his fingers, pacing around your living room. His heart pounded in his chest. Where were you? Why hadn’t you come back? Were you hurt? Dead? What??

-He was worried! He cared about and appreciated you, and your unexplainable absence made him concerned for your wellbeing. He tried to think up rational explanations but they were all clouded over by his anxiety coming up with obsurd- and possibly deadly- scenarios. 

-Though he didn’t want to venture outside, your needs outweighed his desires. If you were in trouble, he needed to help you. 

-Sometimes, when he needed to just focus on something, you would talk to him. Just telling him about your day. He was thankful you talked about the small village you went to, including where it was. That’s where you were headed, and that’s where he would start looking for you.

-Now that he had regained his strength, he could use his abilities to hide his wings. He didn’t do it in the home because he trusted you not to do anything with them. 

-The town was silent as he ventured it, the only noises that could be heard were the sounds of crunching stones beneath his feet and the pounding of his heart. It was also incredibly dark, no lights shone in the houses and no torches lit the outside. 

-He didn’t want to wake anyone, so he didn’t speak but he looked in every alley, every street up until a light caught his eye. It was coming from the center of the village, a wide open space that probably was filled with carts in the day. 

-Concentrating on the light, voices began to drift to his ears. They were incoherent from where he stood. Could you be over there? Well, it was worth a shot. 

-The voices got louder and the light became multiple lights. Torches held high by the hands of humen, a crowd formed around a particular spot. Weapons were brandished, swords, clubs and pitchforks. 

-Virgil felt a heavy weight in his stomach, and all alarms in his mind screamed for him to go. But, he stayed put. If you were there, he could push on. And so he did. 

-The people’s voices were just a buzz. So many voices, all varying in tone and pitch. All it did was give him a headache. He couldn’t even focus on the words they spoke, it was just white noise. 

-One voice did cut through the others because of the familiarity of it. It as coated in anger and fear, and shook him to his very core:

-”Leave me alone! I don’t want to hurt you but make no mistake, I will if I must!”

-That was your voice. These people… they were trying to hurt you? Why? You kept to yourself, you were kind and generous. You lived alone, as far as they knew, and only came into town to get supplies you couldn’t grow or find on your own. 

-He felt sick. Throwing caution to the wind, he rushed through the crowd. The voices made his head spin but he was able to discern some words like: burn, witch, kill. 

-Well, at least he knew why these people were after you. 

-Pushing it up to the front, he saw you, bruised and bleeding, clothing torn and hair askew. In your hand was a materialized sword created from your magic. He could feel the warmth of your magic in it, spreading through your body. It left a taste of something sweet in his mouth. 

-He didn’t want to fight, he just wanted to get you out of there. 

-You turned your back to him when another villager approached you with a weapon. He took the time to launch forward, wrapped his arms around you and materialising his wings so the two of you could shoot into the air. 

-Pain shot down his spine and erupted through his back. His wings throbbed, like thousands of wounds were still healing. They trembled but he managed to keep them flapping so the two of you would stay in the air. 

-You screamed, magical sword crumbling away. He positioned you so you were bridal-style in his arms. As soon as you realized who he was, your eyes lit up like a halo, and your arms wrapped around his neck. 

-His name fell from your lips in awe as your face buried into his neck. You held onto him tightly. 

-Below, the villagers screamed about the witch having summoned the devil and scattered into their homes for protection. Virgil wanted to burn them for hurting you and trying to kill you. But right now, he had to get you somewhere safe. 

-”Virge, I can’t believe you’re here,” your voice trembled, “thank you.”

-You were shaking, and he could feel your tears soak his shoulder. His hold on you grew stronger. You were scared, that much was clear. You had been surrounded by people with weapons, people you knew and probably trusted, and each of them wanted you dead. That would be terrifying for anyone. 

-He asked if you’re alright. You told him you were a little banged up but would survive. 

-With glassy eyes, you gazed at him, asking in return if he was in pain. His wings were still healing, it must have not been pleasant to use them so early in his recovery. 

-Virgil wanted to laugh, you almost died and here you were asking if he was okay. You were amazing, and he couldn’t believe he met someone like you. So, in response, he pressed a small kiss to the crown of your head- the same thing you do to him when he’s in distress- and whispered he’d be fine. 

-He flew the two of you home. Back in the cottage, he helped you treat your wounds. Exhausted from the day you’ve had, you curled into him on your couch and fell asleep. 

-Virgil watched you, wondering how he got so lucky to have someone so brave and kind in his life after he thought it was over. He lost everything, having fallen but he gained something with so much more value. 

Deceit

-You came back to his cave again, unsuspecting, with a gentle smile lighting up your face. He hid in the shadows like he did when you first came, and this time he just watched. Were you after his treasure?

-You weren’t. You looked at the edges of the pools, probably for the same plant you came for the first time. Deceit figured you were telling the truth the entire time, not just because someone showed up. 

-So he came from the shadows, becoming fully human. 

-”Back so soon, little rabbit?” 

-You jumped in the air, much like your first meeting. He chuckled at your jumpiness, finding it almost cute.  

-”You’ve got to stop doing that to me!” 

-The two of you talked, and when you asked about the naga, he simply said he hadn’t seen it nor had he found the treasure. You had mentioned something about being glad he was alive but also relieved he hadn’t found the treasure. 

-After a while, you stopped coming for the plant and you started coming just to see him. The two of you would just hang out, talking and laughing. He would tell you about societies and governments and how the world was flawed. 

-You told him about magic, the properties of plants and the beauty of the world. You would sit with him, take his hand, tell little jokes just to see him smile. 

-He learned how incredible you. Though naive, you were gentle and warm but also intelligent and open-minded. He didn’t like humans but you… you were the exception. He didn’t want any harm to come to you, he didn’t want to deceive you.  

-But he also didn’t want to tell you the truth. So he didn’t. He let you believe he was human, even if you weren’t secretive about your life, including the fact that you’re a witch. 

-The two of you met up almost every night. If one of you couldn’t make it, you would let the other know somehow. But otherwise, you were both there.

-Deceit waited for you under the stars in front of the cave. The wind was howling, and it made shivers crawl up his spine. He liked when he had your body heat to sit next to, you were like a fireplace. 

-You had never been late before, so he was starting to get concerned. Where could you be? Being late wasn’t your style, sometimes you even showed up early. 

-Something was wrong. He could feel it gnawing at his stomach, crawling in his skin. You would have made some contact if you weren’t going to show up. He didn’t want to think about it but his best guess was that you were in trouble. 

-Going into town was something he did only when he felt the urge to deceive people, and he tended to avoid it the rest of the time. Humans didn’t appeal to him, they were ugly creatures, bitter with hearts of ice. You were so different, so beautiful, even with all your faults. You could never have a heart like the bottom of the sea, not cold or sour like the salty ocean. 

-His inner dilemma was quickly dealt with. If you need help, then he would be there. There was no chance in Hell he’d let anything happen to you. So, he set off for the town, figuring it was a good place to start. 

-The town was empty, all of it. Every person had appeared to vacate it, even the children who usually would be sleeping in their beds. That wasn’t a good sign, where could they have gone? 

-The next town was quite far, so it was unlikely you would have gone there, same with the villagers. However, he could smell a faint aroma of your scent, it was a mix of sage and sweets, very distinct. So, you had come here recently, the only question was where you were now. 

-There was a trail, thankfully, but it was mostly masked by dozens of other scents that followed yours. 

-He wasn’t one for running, he preferred to always look poised and liked to waltz or sauntered but there were a time and place for that. This wasn’t it. So he was sprinting, following the trail into a field. 

-The grass was tall, coming to his waist, but there was a path of trampled grass. The scent was getting stronger, and he had to stop focusing on it because it made him dizzy. 

-He did like your scent, it was fresh and relaxing. When he wanted, he could have a very strong sense of smell, and most humans and a horrid aroma to them but not you. Everything about you was lovely. 

-”I’ve done nothing! Please, you must believe me!” 

-Your voice startled the night. It trembled with fear, voice raspy from what appeared to be crying. He could hear the tears in your tone. What the Hell was going on?!

-He rushed over, seeing pitchforks, torches and swords. Panic spread through him like a wildfire. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. A witch hunt. 

-Anger sparked in his veins. How dare they try to harm you. His body shook, quaked in rage. His eyes burned, scales bubbling to the surface of his arms. He hated getting angry- it meant losing hold on forms he had to control. 

-He rushed through the crowd of people, legs melting together until he was no longer running- he was slithering to the front. Clothes melting away, his scales and skin prickled. 

-His eyes locked on you, a shield made from magic in your hands that was shattering. He could taste your sweat, hear your heavy breaths, feel the heaving of your chest and the beat of your heart. Your other hand was on your stomach, stained in blood that kept oozing from the wound. 

-Nostrils flaring, he shoved himself between you and the mob. He used his long tail to knock everyone back. Unhinging his jaw, he bared his fangs and let out a ferocious and inhuman sound. 

-The mob was startled, screams echoed across the field, and at the sight at the angry naga, everyone fled. He didn’t even have to threaten them. When they all left, his fury evaporated from him. His shoulders hunched as he panted. 

-Turning to face you, he froze the moment he saw your scared form. Your shield was nothing more, and all the colour in your face was drained. That’s when he realized what he’s done. 

-You stuttered out the name he gave you, breathing sharply. He wanted to reach out to you but didn’t. This was too much for you. 

-”Y/N, I’m ssssorry. I never wanted you to find out thisssss way,”

-He towered above you by about a foot because of his lower serpentine half. Slitted yellow eyes gazed down at you, guilt and nervousness swirling in his golden stare. 

-Your terror faded, and you blinked slowly at him. A smile lit up on your face and you used your free hand to wrap around his waist and pulled him into a hug. It was loose but probably so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. 

-Deceit melted into you, your warmth flooding through his body. A low grumbling rumbled from his throat, vibrating his chest as both arms coiled around you. You were safe. You were there. You weren’t frightened of him. 

-”I’m not mad, you are my friend, Dee. I only wish you had told me sooner,”

-He beamed at your words. Then, he picked you up, cradling you to his chest, and said that he needed to bandage the wound. 

-You nodded, muttering a small thank you, letting your eyes shut as he slithered back to his cave. There, you two could talk, and he would help you get better. 

Remus

-You and Remus were an unusual pair in many aspects but the two of you also shared things in common. This lead to an… odd friendship with his eccentric and insane personality working alongside your cunning and cool one. 

-After meeting in the woods, you made yourself at home in his lovely tower- which was more of a mansion than it looked from the outside. He didn’t mind, you caught onto the fact that he seemed… lonely. ‘

-The inside of the place was filthy, covered in dust, cobwebs and blood. Everything was worn and torn. So when you decorated your bedroom, you cleaned it and made everything look brand new (you did this with other parts of the home, much to Remus’ annoyance).

-The two of you grew close. In the past, you were only ever concerned about yourself. No one else mattered it was only you and your magic. At first, you figured you could use Remus to some end, much like you’ve done with others in the past. 

-However, you weren’t expecting to actually care about him. It was no longer about using him, it was about just him. He was your friend, and you hated how he became a weakness but at the same time… you wouldn’t give him up for the world. 

-He was affectionate with you, something you became accustomed to as time went on. He would cuddle up to you, surprise you with hugs from behind, plant wet kisses on your cheek or your forehead. It was something that was foreign to you but you accepted it and soon loved it. 

-He felt the same. You, despite being cruel and manipulative, were sweet to him. You’d listen to his ideas, strange creations and plots of revenge. When he needed a break from anything, you were there to hold him and run your fingers through his hair. You gifted him with praise and kind words that no one else gave. 

-You were different. Kind to him but ruthless to the world. You two could talk for hours on different ideas for revenge, or just adding onto his own. You two would laugh at silly concepts. His life brightened the day you waltzed into it, even if you did like to keep things clean. 

-That didn’t mean the two of you always got along. Your personalities clashed as much as they worked together. Sometimes you were too cold and impersonal, and other times he was too irrational and hot-headed. 

-This lead to bickering, which would lead to playful banter most of the time. The two of you would laugh it off and forget about it. 

-That had not happened this time. This time the fight was brutal, yelling and screaming, you losing your cool with frustrated tears. Weapons were raised and magic erupted. 

-It left with you storming out and him destroying his living room. An hour passed before he calmed down and by that time, he didn’t even remember what the fight was about. He just remembered you getting angry, angrier than he had ever seen you before, and the hurt expression on your face when he threatened you with his morningstar. 

-It was burned into his mind and a pit settled in his stomach, the guilt overwhelming. He would never have hurt you, he couldn’t. You were too important, too precious to him. 

-He just kept repeating one question in his mind over and over: I fucked up, didn’t I?

-Remus knew you wouldn’t stay away forever, you would calm down sooner or later and come back. And when you did, he would apologize (bleh, even the thought made him want to puke). 

-However, hours passed, day turned to night, and you still hadn’t returned. Remus thought maybe you were just being stubborn… but what if you weren’t coming back? What if you left for good?

-No, no, you wouldn’t leave all your stuff. You had spell books and potions and other nicknacks that were important to you. You wouldn’t leave without them. So, where could you be?

-He knew you could take care of yourself, you were powerful. That didn’t help ease his concerns. What if you were in trouble? You were wanted by the kingdom, by his brother. Could they have gotten to you? 

-It didn’t matter. Whether you were in trouble or not, he’d go looking for you. He wanted you back home, back with him and even if he had to throw you over his shoulder, he’d get it done (though he hoped it didn’t come to that because you might just kill him). 

-Grabbing as many weapons as he could carry (which was an impressive amount for having no pockets), he set off to find you. His first instinct was out of the forest, as far away from the tower as you could be. You wouldn’t want to be close. 

-The night provided cover so he wouldn’t be exposed for who he was, a wanted man with an extremely large bounty on his head. Grey clouds covered the only source of light in the sky, a sense of comfort coming with the darkness. 

-He stalked the streets, his morningstar, caked in blood, dragged across the dirt ground as his eyes scanned any passerby for signs of your whereabouts. His face was eerily calm. 

-Very few people were in town, even less of them paid him any mind. They mostly chattered to themselves. He didn’t focus on them, that is until he caught bits and pieces of the conversation. The first word that caught his attention was ‘witch’. 

-It made him stop in his tracks. His entire body went stiff as he tried to listen to more. They couldn’t be talking about you, could they? Was there another witch? What could they be talking about?

-The next whispered word was ‘prince’. Anger burned in his body, itching his body. He hated the mention of his damned brother. What did a witch and the prince have to do with anything? 

-The last word he heard was ‘hunt’, and that’s when the vein on his neck throbbed. With no impulse control, he rushed over to the young woman who was talking with her friend, getting right into her face, eyes crazed, teeth bared. 

-”You’re going to tell me all about the witch, the prince and the hunt or I’ll invert your ribcage,”

-Terrified of Remus but not recognizing him, the woman and her friend told him all about how the prince had gotten word of a witch wanted by the kingdom that had been recognized in town. So he had gotten an army set up and were now currently on a witch hunt in the east of the village. 

-Remus bolted as soon as he heard her explanation. There was only one witch that would warrant such a hunt, and that would be you. He ran towards the east, as she mentioned, hoping he got there before anything bad happened. 

-He may have liked death and gore but not when it came to someone he cared about. 

-The search didn’t take long, it was easy enough to find a huge mob, and there was a large white horse that lit up like glowing algae in the night. No doubt Roman was perched on that stupid horse and he’d really like to staple Roman’s eyes to his dick. 

-”Leave me alone you ugly ballsacks before you lose breathing privileges!” 

-He smiled when he heard your loud voice and when he realized that you had spent way too much time with him. At least you were okay. 

-He waltzed right through the mob, all of whom were screaming for her death and not paying attention to the Duke whatsoever. So he just continued on his merry way, glad you hadn’t been bludgeoned or stabbed to death. 

-His blood ran cold the minute he saw his brother pointing a sword at you. Bodies of dead people laid at your feet, their blood staining the grass in crimson. No one else dared to come near you, none except his brother. 

-Remus would have loved the way you looked if had been under better circumstances. Your hair was a mess, blood stained your skin, whether yours or someone else’s, he couldn’t tell. Clothes were torn, face scarred and bruised. You looked delicious. 

-Your hands were engulfed in green fire, and you met the prince head-on. Each swing of his sword was dodged, every punch sent his way was evaded. It was a back and forth with no clear winner. 

-Remus could tell you were drained, which is why you weren’t incinerating the entire mob to a crisp. You had used up so much of your magic, those green flames were the most you could do. The flames were dying down until they were a dull spark, and Roman was going to finish the job with a final blow.

-Skipping up to the front, while all eyes were trained on you and his brother, he raised the morningstar and crashed it against the prince’s skull. Roman collapsed, still alive, but bleeding profusely. 

-”Hey, Y/N! I can’t believe you’re having all the fun without me!” 

-He’s never seen someone looked so shocked, relieved and exasperated at the same time. The fact that he was able to accomplish that with you made pride swell in his chest. 

-”You’re an idiot,”

-You shook your head, fire leaving your hands and you pinched the bridge of your nose. He was confused by what you meant until he realized he was in the middle of a giant mob, helping out a witch, and knocking out the prince. Ah shit. 

-You grabbed onto his sleeve dragging him close to you. You held onto his tightly, fingers digging into him painfully enough to made him shiver in pleasure. Squeezing your eyes shut, you concentrated whatever magic you had left into a transportation spell. 

-A swirl of grey and black mist inclosed the two of you, and when it faded away, the two of you were back at the tower. He would have laughed in the face of victory but you collapsed into his arms, breathing laboured. 

-Picking you up, he put you on the couch. You slumped against him, unusual vulnerability shining through your facade Your eyes were still closed but your body was much more relaxed. 

-He looked over your injuries. They weren’t severe. Painful? Probably. But you wouldn’t die. You could heal yourself when you replenished your magic. So, he just curled next to you, an arm protectively over your waist. 

-”I’m sorry,”

-”For what?” 

-”The fight,”

-You were silent for a moment, turning around to face him on the couch where you both laid. Your face was blank but your eyes were drooping. 

-”No need to apologize, I don’t even remember what the fight was about,”

-Well, at least he wasn’t alone in that regard. The fight was no longer important, what was important was they were both there, in one piece. You were safe, curled into his chest, sleeping soundly. No fight was worth the price of your life. 

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You're completely entitled to your opinion, my dear! I love romantic DLAMP- or even just LAMP, it's a shame there isn't more fanfiction for it (I'm very tempted to write some).

As for Prinxiety, I think they're both switches. I can see both Virgil and Roman having different urges at different times. Like, if Roman is being irritating or bratty, I think Virgil would want to mount and fuck him until he's a moaning mess.

Logicality I think is the pairing that has the ultimate top and bottom energy. I dont know why, I just like thinking of Patton as a top, taking care of Logan and wanting to make him feel good. And Logan as the bottom that wants to be good for Patton. (Patton is just good material for a daddy kink.)

Oh~ I love this! It would be my pleasure, my dear. 

Warning: Panic attack. 

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Everything was overwhelming. 

He thought he could handle it, he thought he could handle everything. But, he couldn’t. The day had gotten out of hand so quickly, and now he was suffering for it. 

He was curled up in the corner, his body so hot he felt like he was sitting in a furnace. His body was trembling and he couldn’t see anything clearly. He could feel his skin prickling as if being poked with thousands of needles. 

Virgil couldn’t breathe. His throat was constricted as if hands were wrapped it and squeezed hard. Every fibre of his being was filled with dread, almost like he could feel death coming upon him. It swallowed him, engulfed him. He couldn’t escape. 

He just fell further and further into darkness. 

There was only one person that could help, one person he trusted enough to help him. But Virgil couldn’t reach you, he could hardly breathe. He couldn’t move or do anything. 

You were probably busy anyway. He didn’t want to bother you, he didn’t want to bother anyone. He could do this. He could do this alone. He could get through this. 

His heartbeat rang in his ears. It drowned out the rest of the world. It wasn’t comforting, the opposite, in fact. 

His fingers knotted in his hair, the pain from the harsh tugging lost on him. He wanted to scream out but all he could do was cry, the tears clouded any clarity left in his vision. He didn’t even know how loud he was, he couldn’t hear it. 

It was too much. 

~

Virgil hadn’t shown up at your place like he planned to. That was the first indication something was wrong. One thing about Virgil was that he was punctual. He hated being late, it made him… well, anxious. He was disappointing someone, they could think he wasn’t coming, etc. 

You tried calling but got no answer. Texting got nowhere either. That was the second indication something wasn’t right. You knew Virgil didn’t always like talking on the phone, he could say something wrong, he could make a fool of himself. But, he would always respond to texts because he knew what it was like to not be responded to. 

The last indication something was off was that when you knocked on the door of his room, you heard sobbing from inside. 

Panic immediately set in and you checked the door, finding it open. You walked in, scanning the room before your eyes fell on the shaking ball that was your boyfriend in the corner. 

Oh no. 

You were by his side in an instant, sitting down beside him. 

“Virgil- Virgil, can you hear me?” You asked in a whisper, making sure to not be too loud. He didn’t react to loud noises well, you had to speak clear but quietly. You didn’t receive an answer or any kind of physical response. So, no. 

You moved so you were in front of him, putting one hand on his knee just to try and get some response. You needed him to know you were there, that someone was there for him. 

“Who’s there?” He looked up, voice quivering and cracking. Though he looked at you, you knew he couldn’t actually see you. It’s like looking at the eyes of a blind person. 

“Virgil, sweetheart, love of my life, it’s me, Y/N, I’m here,” you smiled at him, remaining calm. You wanted to panic, sure but right now, that’s not what Virgil needed. He needed you to stay calm. 

His eyes squinted as if trying to focus his vision, his voice wavering as he asked in a broken voice, “Y/N?” 

“Hello, darling,” you muttered softly, “you don’t need to speak. Just focus on your breathing, okay?” 

He nodded, the gesture quick as he struggled to take in breaths. You took his hand in yours, letting him know you were there. It was something you had done before, something he was used to. Your lips ghosted over his knuckles. 

“You’re doing so well,” you said in praise, thumb brushing over the back of his hand. “I’m so proud of you. You will get through this.” 

It took a minute or so but his breathing became normal, he was still struggling but it was something. You pressed a kiss to his knuckles, giving him more physical adoration. 

“Virgil, can you do something for me?” You asked slowly, “if you can’t, that’s okay. You’re doing a wonderful job. I just want you to listen to my voice. Okay?”

You waited for any response and got a shaky nod. You smiled, knowing that he was doing better. That’s all you could have asked for. 

“I’m going to count to ten. Just focus on my voice and your breathing, okay?” You explained gently, kissing his fingers. 

You got another nod. 

“One,”

His breathing was still rugged. But he was listening. 

“Two,”

The shaking of his body slowed but it didn’t stop completely. 

“Three,”

You paused, watching him. 

“Four,”

You continued counting until you reached ten. By that point, his breathing slowed drastically. His body was still but he looked exhausted. His eyes were closed and his hand tightened around yours. 

“Virge, love, how are you doing? Can you speak?” You questioned, voice delicate and quiet. You didn’t know if it was over, you had to assume it wasn’t. These panic attacks could last for a while and you had no idea how long he was here. 

“Better,” he rasped, throat clearly dry, “thank you.” 

“Darling, can I pick you up? Are you okay with that?” The floor couldn’t be comfortable. He was also probably tired, these attacks took up a lot of energy. You wanted to bring him to his bed. 

He nodded, blinking slowly like he was trying to refocus his eyes. You stood, hooking your arms under his legs and around his back, hoisting him up with little effort. You laid him down on the bed, covering him with a quilted blanket he had on his bed. 

“I’m going to get you some water and some fruit, I’ll be right back,” You pressed a kiss to his sweat-covered forehead. He was always drained after one of his panic attacks, he needed something in his system before he slept. 

You were back within minutes, a glass of water and a bowl of strawberries in your hand. 

“Virge, I’m back,” you called out, making sure not to startle him with anything sudden. Settling down on the bed beside him, you sat him up and let him drink and eat until you knew he had had enough. 

“Thank you,” Virgil murmured softly, snuggling into his bed. Peering through his eyelashes, he gazed up at you. Your hand pet his hair, a small smile tracing your lips. “Will you stay with me?”

“Of course, my love,” 

You got into bed beside him, draping your arm around his torso and scooching as close as you could. He snuggled into the crook of your neck, curling around your embrace. Kissing his head, you drew small patterns on his back. 

“I hope you know you make me feel safe,” Virgil said quietly after some time had passed. “You make me feel safer than anyone else. I always feel better when you’re around. I hope you know how much I appreciate you.”

Your mouth opened in surprise before a smile graced your face. You buried your face into his hair, taking in his scent. “Oh, darling. I’m just glad I help. I love you more than anything.”

~

I do!! I love shipping and this fandom is no different!! Some of my favourite ships are Intrulogical, Moxiety, Deceit x Logan x Remus, DLAMP, Moceit and Patton x Remus.

Intrulogical- Honestly, I can see them both as bottoms and tops. But I think Logan would be more of the bottom in the relationship.

Moxiety- Patton is the top. No question. Virgil will definitely be the bottom.

Deceit x Logan x Remus- Deceit is the top. Logan and Remus are both bottoms in this one, unless Deceit asks them to do otherwise.

DLAMP- Depends. Usually Logan and Virgil will bottom but Roman and Deceit might bottom too. Patton usually wants to take care if them, so he'll often stay the top.

Mociet- Deceit is the bottom in this relationship. Patton is totally the top.

Patton x Remus- Following the trend, Patton is the top. I have a thing for Patton being the top, okay? Remus is such a bottom in this relationship.