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Until now, it had been clear to you that Julian was not particularly adept at seeing the best in himself. As a result, you weren’t completely surprised when he said he was doubtful about the future of his freedom, and how he might be not able to keep you safe within it.
In Mazelinka’s house, the thin curtain that separates the bedroom from the living room, made it possible for you to hear everything he had to say in the next room.
The fact that he was self-incriminating himself worried you. He would eventually convince himself that you deserve someone better than him; someone who could give you everything he was not capable of giving.
You refused to settle for the disheartening words that came from his mouth, so you walked in to confront him. In a weak mutter, you whispered Julian’s name loudly enough for him to hear you and realize he was not alone. It didn’t take him long for his pale skin to burn bright red just by looking at the sound’s source.
“Oh!” He shot up from his sitting position on the bed, obviously unaware of your presence before. In his haste, he stumbled over his clumsy feet. “Where’d you come from? Well, no, not ‘where’ but uh..” He trails off, and a long silence passes over you. He cleared his throat as the awkwardness of the situation began to settle in. “How.. uh, how long have you been standing there here?” He asked guilelessly, careful to avoid eye contact.
“Long enough to know you’re not treating yourself well.” You saunter closer to him, bringing your hands up to either side of his face. “I thought we talked about this, Julian.” As he sheepishly glanced at everything in sight but your face, his body language conveyed his embarrassment as he looked around.
The tall man chuckled a humorless laugh, “You’d think I would know better by now.” He dropped his head, quickly bringing it back up in a split second. “I’m sorry.” He irresolutely claimed, his voice no louder than a whisper.
“Apologize to yourself. I’m not the one who needs to hear it.” You softly told him. You hated when he thought the worst of himself, telling himself he was destined for the worst. More than anything, you wanted a future with him, but with the way things were unfolding, you weren’t sure how much time with him was in that future.
He shook his head, disagreeing frantically. “I don’t deserve it. I— You don’t deserve what I’m putting you through.” Dejected, he sighed. Due to his preoccupation with his thoughts, he found it difficult to glance at you. He flopped down on the edge of the bed. His elbows dug into his thighs, and his head fell into his hands.
You guessed this was on his mind for a while now. The reaction he gave upon first noticing you was enough to understand he wasn’t planning on you finding out. You let your body sink into the shabby mattress next to him. “You can talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you, Julian?” Your hand finds his leg, softly rubbing circles there with your thumb.
For a moment, you lose hope in getting a response. That is until he released a long, shaky breath. “I never wanted you to get involved in this,” He started off with a sentence that made you uneasy. You had a feeling where this was heading. “I know this train I’m on is leading to my own terrible fate, I don’t want to drag you down with me when this is all over.” Anxious, he stuttered fiercely, the words swarming in his head failing to correspond with the ones flying past his lips. “I- I just, uh, I figured I’d flee before you er .. you had the chance to stop me..” Bashfully, Julian stood up in an attempt to move himself further away from you, but your deft fingers gently grabbed ahold of his wrist.
His tall frame hovered over you when you stood with him. Maybe it was anger or distress, or even both, but abrupt emotions bubbled inside of you at the jolting revelation. “So you were just planning to leave without even saying goodbye? I’m a part of this now. It was never your decision.” Just the notion of a scarring betrayal played out by him tugged the strings attached to your heart in all the wrong ways. He mentioned something along those lines in previous conversations, ones that were quickly fixed with your help. Now, somehow there was no need for conscious reasoning to know he really considered leaving this time. You felt it.
You couldn’t fight the urge to hold him close, and soon your arms encased his lanky torso. Enthusiastic, he clung hopelessly to you like you might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. “We’re in this together, no matter what. I choose this. I choose you, and whatever comes with it. I won’t let you sabotage this, Julian.” The closeness allowed you to deeply breathe in his invigorating, earthy aroma. “I care about you more than anything.”
“I can’t help but wonder why that is? There are so many others your time would best be spent with, yet you’re wasting it on someone like me.” He timidly voiced his doubts out loud.
“None of them are nearly as overly dramatic, stubborn, and irresponsibly impulsive as you.” His cheeks flush at the statement. Ready to utter a thousand claims to defend those actions, Julian opens his mouth to respond, only to be intercepted by you. “But most importantly, no one comes close to the brave and selfless man I’ve fallen for. You do know I love you, right?”
He’d never get tired of hearing you express your love to him. But nothing felt better than feeling it. He pulls back to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his lips press firmly against yours. His mouth parts and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Julian groaned, his body sagging against yours as he lost himself in your touch.
Gods, did he love hearing you say those words. Much like the first time you told him you loved him, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t believe there was a chance you could ever love him, but you did, and knowing that was the best thing in the world. “Of course,” he breathed, “And I love you, darling, but..” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and you recognized the common ‘I’m not worthy of your love’ speech coming on.
“There is no ‘but’. I want to be with you, to love you. I’m not walking away when things get difficult.”
“Don’t you understand, love? Nothing is easy when I am involved.” There was no reasonable reason for denying the truth he believed lay behind that statement. But maybe, just maybe it didn’t have to be that way?
With sincere and intense conviction, you spoke honestly, “I’m willing to take that chance.” You cared too much about what happened to him. There was no way you’d let him face his troubles alone.
Lost in thought, his gaze trailed over every aspect of your facial features. Only a fool would be daft enough to let something so beautiful slip away from them. “You’re remarkable,” A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “..I guess I should thank you for uh.. stopping me from doing something I’d regret for the rest of my life.” Content with his newly restored confidence, he was bolstered enough to accept it: he was lucky to have someone like you.
Smiling, you tenderly kiss him. “Don’t mention it.”
this is kinda old, but i wanted to rewrite it since i didn’t like how it was written. new and improved fr
Summary: Returning home from an emissary mission in Autumn, Gwyn finds her mate rigging their most recent competition, and not in the way she expected.
AN: The Autumn Gwyn theories don't have much substance, but I like them, so we're rolling with it.
"You're jumpy this evening, Gwyneth." Her eyes snapped to the High Lord's. Eris was intimidating at times, if not for his power, then for the fact he was difficult to read, always seeming bored or amused by whoever he faced. "Trouble back home?"
Always ready to pounce on weakness, growing allies or not. More than once she had wished Rhys found another way to secure Beron in the war.
"You were made aware of my reasons for needing a replacement these past months. It's not easy to be separated from your first child," she confessed.
"Yes, my congratulations," he muttered, scrawling his signature before gathering the paperwork in front of him. "Make sure this hits Rhysand's desk tonight." She raised her eyebrow. "Please."
At least he could be that courteous.
“I will. Unfortunately, I’m still unable to winnow, if you don’t mind taking me to the border.”
Azriel would be home with their infant, but Feyre promised either she or Rhys would be waiting at the edge of the territory they had arranged with Eris in the past. “Of course.” A sweep of wind and they were folding through space, renewing the queasiness she could never quite master. “Good evening, Gwyneth. Rhysand.”
He left without another word. “Thanks for coming to get me, Rhys.”
“Of course. I take it that paperwork is for Feyre and me?” She nodded. “Does it say anything I can tolerate reading at this hour?”
She snorted. “For two High Lords trying to find an alliance, neither of you are very tolerant of the other’s requests.”
Rhys grimaced. Eris had come to power three years ago, revealing Gwyn’s watered-down heritage to Autumn nobility mere months later. Though the Autumn Court had some very backward beliefs about their females, the new High Lord knew better than to meddle with Gwyn’s place in things, especially with the bond between her and Azriel so fresh. Rather than release noble ties completely, he proposed she be Night’s emissary to Autumn.
And thus began an endless back and forth between Eris and the monarchs of Night.
“We’ll get there,” Rhys muttered. “Hold on.” Folding into shadows, he winnowed them straight into the heart of Velaris, where Gwyn and Azriel had found a modest apartment of their own that overlooked the Sidra River. It was a short walk—and shorter flight—to the House of Wind and Riverhouse their family members occupied and hosted from. “Have a good evening, Gwyn.”
She tightened her grip a bit on the papers when he started to take them. “I know there are plenty of moral disagreements between you. Maybe if there were some minor things you could overlook Eris would be more agreeable to your own demands. It takes all three of you to build an alliance. If you and Feyre might consider—”
“I’ll talk to her.” The paperwork vanished, presumably to his office or room for he and Feyre to view soon. “Thank you. I know neither side of this makes your job easy. And I do hate dragging you away from Catrin. Give her love from her uncle, will you?”
She nodded and he winnowed once again, leaving her to step into the warmth of her home. Afraid to wake her daughter at this hour, she crept in on silent feet. Then two words reached her just before she turned into the family room.
“Say Mama?”
Her breath caught.
She and Az had always had a competitive streak. From their early days training, to the scattered moments between her friendship blooming with Nesta and the beginning of Azriel’s courtship, there had always been something. A skill to master, a goal to meet, a game to win.
The most recent… Who’s name Catrin would say first.
Faerie younglings developed so slowly in comparison to humans that it could be anywhere from weeks to months before their daughter spoke. Plenty of time for them to sway her learning towards one phrase or another. It was also commonly known that children were quicker to take to the D sound than the M. Azriel had every advantage with her work taking her outside of the court again.
She peeked around the doorway, watching the pair. Catrin had her mothers coppery hair and her father’s hazel eyes. She was the most beautiful thing Gwyn had ever seen. And there tucked into the warmth of her father’s chest and wing she was all the more lovely.
She watched as Azriel reached up again to point at the family portrait Feyre had gifted them upon Catrin’s birth. The pose was stunning, depicting Gwyn and Az forehead to forehead, smiling down on a bundle of pink, little fingers already seeming to reach for the shelter of the wings above them.
His finger paused in front of Gwyn’s face. “Mama. Right there.” Catrin cooed softly. “Yes, Your mama is away doing some work for Uncle Rhys and Aunt Feyre, but she’ll be home soon, little one.”
He turned slowly, pausing when he spotted Gwyn with her head just past the threshold. “Well, now we both know who’s going to win this little contest,” he said.
Tw: non-con (not explicit), language, broken ribs, mention of sub human conditions, blood, mention of cuts and broken glass, I suppose mention of power dynamic, non human whumper, whumpee, or caretaker (everybody's super human)
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He hit the wall just a bit too hard and heard something crack. The air left his lungs too quickly for him to catch himself as he fell. He slowly started picking himself up but as he took his first solid breath he choked as pain raced through his chest. Breathing got harder, forcing him to cough sporadically, spraying the pavement with red. He was shaking, he could barely find the strength to keep from curling in on himself.
He looked up slowly, his gaze setting on his approaching foe. A well built man, armored in red blue and green, a mask that covered his face but not his hair, flying dark and free off the top. Street Name: Arch Fission. Power set: harboring a very dangerous rock of untold radioactive potential the man is his own battery. Super powering his sense, strength, and all around physical ability, plus channeling that much power through his hands into massively destructive beams.
To be honest he wasn’t sure how he got here. Fission was supposed to be a good guy, and while Link had to admit he wasn’t terribly well liked he was still a vigilante. He wasn’t technically a criminal.
It had all started with him getting a closer look at a building he had been staking out. He had been slowly putting an end to a rather big time arms dealer when all of a sudden he’d wound up head to head with Fission. He hadn’t known he’d been on the same case, and he tried to ask him about it when Fission had started beating him into the pavement. This was when things were starting to click. Fission wasn’t bringing the building down, and since he wasn’t trying to explain any sort of plan or giving him any sort of out he had really only one thing left to assume. Fission was serious about this fight.
He couldn’t back down. There was no running from this guy! But the longer this fight went on the more that seemed like it was going to be Link’s only option. He had seen Fission in action before, he understood the guy was powerful, but going head to head with him was a whole other matter entirely. His meager hand to hand combat skills hadn’t stood a chance. Now he was separated from his weapons and praying to black out on the cement before Fission actually reached him.
He shoved himself to his feet and raised his fists. The ground shifted right and left, but he shifted his stance a bit wider and stayed upright. Fission drove a fist straight into his nose, and another into his ribcage. This crumpled something else, the sickening crunch sent another blinding slash of pain through his head as he fell.
This time the pain didn’t stop and he couldn’t get up as quick. He started by trying to roll to his side, it was slow, and blood was starting to dribble from his mouth. He felt Fission’s hand on his shoulder, then was pulled off the ground.
“You know, it would be easier for me to just kill you here. Snap you in half or burn a hole right through here.” He stuck a finger hard enough into his chest to aggravate everything.
Link suppressed a groan, he reached up and got a shaky grip on Fission’s wrist. “Oh great, here comes the monologue. Watch out, here’s where I escape.” He wheezed.
Fission ignored it, “But, I’ve got to admit, I’ve felt awful repressed lately. I think you can help me with that first.” He dropped Link to the ground and got a better grip, this time on his neck, pinning him. His other hand went for Chain Link’s belt.
“NO!”
He managed a breath deep enough to jump start his muscles, grabbing onto Fission’s arm. He growled trying to pull it away, and actually starting to gain some ground. For a moment Fission let him, then growled and smashed his forearm down on Link’s ribcage and tightened his grip on Link’s neck.
Everything got hard to see as the pain made everything go white and the lack of air tried to make everything go black. Once his senses started to work again he could feel his hands gripped soundly above his head and places below his belt were cooler than they were supposed to be, indicating they were no longer below his belt. He tried to struggle, his back arching up against the ground, but Fission was there. His body physically blocking him, and the pain shooting right back in to force him still enough for it to pass.
“That’s right, you know your place don’t you? Below me. Dirty vigilante.” His grip tightened. “That fear, that hopelessness. You don’t know what you do to me. But go ahead, be a brat, I like it when they fight back. I like breaking ‘em.” He half laughed.
“Fuck you!” He tried pulling away again "Don't!” he growled, but he felt things go sharp and tears finally made it past his eyes, slowly down his cheeks silently thanking the powers that be that his helmet covered his face completely.
He wasn’t sure when it stopped. He wasn’t sure when he came back to himself choking on blood, cold, and alone. The first thing he managed was pulling his pants back up, but from there he wasn’t sure what to do. He felt numb. His mind was a scummy mish mosh of the memories from the past several hours.
The pain was still there, and growing. Whatever damage had been done in the fight, had obviously been exasperated by what had happened after the fight. Fuck. Where was Fission? What if he came back?! He needed somewhere to go, he needed pain meds. Where could he…? Elliot. It wasn’t a guarantee, but it was his only choice.
He started to roll over, moving first to his knees. Shifting back he got one leg under himself and managed to get the other to cooperate as well. He coughed hard and wet, this time it caught in his helmet. It covered part of the visor, but he didn’t have the energy to focus on two things at once.
***
It wasn't elegant, a rock through a window was way below his usual caliber. He managed to climb through, the cuts from the glass adding to the assortment he was already hiding beneath the hoodie. He crumbled to his knees on the other side, he was having a hard time getting back up. As he stood his head swam, the wall kept him from going back down until it managed to pass.
He kept moving, he just had to get far enough into the base to get their attention. There was no telling who was around. He could only hope Elliot was the first to get to him. The others wouldn’t be as lenient. Any of the others would thrash him before throwing him out. Back on the street, back where... he wouldn't be caught again. She was here, she had to be.
He stumbled into the wall again, catching himself on it. Red smeared along the wall as he limped forward. He felt something dribbling down from the corner of his mouth in a steady stream. His thoughts raced back to who'd discover him first. He couldn't risk it being Tekkie or Raise, there's every chance they'd see an opportunity not an injury. He coughed hard again, the blood starting to slide out from under his visor. He smeared it before turning swiftly towards the sound of rapidly approaching foot falls.
"What's up with you fuckers?" he half announced, feeling his legs try to go out. Instead he raised his firsts and clenched his teeth. Steel and Ruby, Steel might kill him, Ruby would if she got overzealous. His vision started to disappear in patches just as Elliot joined them.
"Time for you to get lost." She cautioned, stepping ahead of the two. It wasn't a threat, it was a warning.
"Gladly," he managed, just as the room spinning and the throbbing in his inners became too much. He collapsed.
"Logan?" Elliot wasted no time in closing the distance. The only one who actually knew his name. The blood dribbling from his helmet finally became apparent, his breathing was shallow and almost irregular. "Fuck, he's in bad shape. Call medical-" That’s about where things faded out.
***
Logan woke up. His brain didn’t recognize where immediately. His brain didn’t remember that he had sought asylum, or the damage to his torso. He panicked, falling off the edge of the bed, swearing profusely at the pain before spotting Elliot as she knelt down next to him.
"Easy easy, you're ok. You're here. You're here with me." She didn’t touch him, she didn’t want to make him feel trapped.
It surprised him. That tone, that gentle, knowing voice that held his attention and somehow, his trust. He would never know how she managed that, how she could have two parts so at ends with each other. How was Shakedown, lethal hero, so comforting?
His breathing had picked up and every time his chest rose he felt his ribs bite at his lungs. Tears rimmed his eyes, the pain forcing his breathing faster, only in turn making the pain worse. An ugly cycle of a snake eating its own tail.
"Slow down." She soothed, "Easy breathing, not too deep, your ribs are cracked to hell."
He managed to shallow his breaths, swallowing the copper taste away, “I know.” He muttered, looking to her for the next step.
"Good, that's it. Now we're going to get you back on the bed, ok?"
He nodded, putting his hand on her shoulder. She hooked her arm under his and around his waist. Then slowly pulled him to his feet. She didn't stop even when there was a sharp sound from Logan. She set him gently back down onto the bed, and tried to guide his head back to the pillow, but he wouldn't have it. He sat up.
"Logan, don't fight me, you need to sleep. Someone beat you within an inch of your life, how the hell did you even manage to get here?... No. Why the hell did you manage to get here?" she asked.
All of a sudden he couldn't look her in the eyes. She noticed it right away, he was never shy about eye contact.
“I needed the medical shit.”
“Like any emergency clinic wouldn’t give you that. Plus the added bonus of no death threats. Why are you here?”
"I-" his voice failed him for a second, "I feel safe here." he borderline whispered.
She was quiet, shocked into it by the vulnerability, then sat down next to him on the bed. "C'mere." she gently wrapped her arm around his shoulders and held him close. "Who did this to you? What happened?" She could feel him tense.
"I got in a fight by a weapons depot. I couldn't handle him. He… I lost." His throat got tighter.
Elliot was quiet for a second. Now that he wasn’t giving her answers she was instinctively starting to look for them on her own. She could smell something, something familiar, it was a super human scent, she couldn’t quite place it though. In fights the smell was common in small patches on clothing and sometimes particular patches on skin. This time the smell was all over, his wrists, his throat, his waist. Her eyes softened. "What did he do?"
He couldn't answer, the tears just slid down his cheeks. He tried to choke the words out, "He-" it wouldn't. He couldn't. “He beat me to a pulp. That’s it.” His voice sounded strangled. He weakened, wavering, until she tugged him into a hug.
He didn’t want to tell her, she would respect him. She leaned down resting her nose in his hair. "You're safe now. I know it'll take a long time for things to seem it, but it's all going to be ok." She slowly drew her fingers through his hair. "Logan, who did this? Was it Rigor? Bar?"
He shook his head, and managed the name, "Fission."
She could feel her pupils narrowing, she had to try hard to keep her body from tensing, though she was sure she was failing in some places. "I'll never let him hurt you again." her voice had lost its gentle streak. He could hear the rage even so heavily repressed.
He wanted to ask her to stop getting worked up. Everything hurt, his head was swimming, he was sobbing. He needed her. He held tighter and she seemed to get the message. Her shoulders relaxed and she leaned down against the pillows and headboard. "Here, lay down, you need to try to get some sleep."
He managed to crawl up next to her, and she pulled him close to her, resting his head on her chest. "I'm watching over you." she soothed, rubbing small circles on his back.
Eventually he nodded off. She didn't leave. She couldn't have if she wanted to. She felt magnetized to him, Shakedown's instincts were getting stronger. Though this time it was rather helpful.
***
It was a couple hours later when Elliot got up. Shake down had mellowed enough for her to think about her own needs for a moment. She slid out from the bed and carefully let Logan’s head down onto the pillow, and headed for the door.
“Elli?” It was clear he hadn’t been awake long
“I’m going to get something to eat, want anything?”
“No.”
“You gonna be ok while I’m gone?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go eat.” It was kind of empty. It was a lie, he wanted her there, but he also meant it.
She stepped outside and closed the door carefully. She turned her gaze down the hallway ahead of her and locked eyes with her superior. She felt Caine building up momentum.
She decided to lead the conversation. “He’s no threat, we have to-”
"What the hell is he doing here!? What were you thinking!? Letting Chain Link in here! He could be after any of a million things in this base!"
"Fuck off. He was attacked. He came to us for help." She felt her muscles stiffen.
"He's a menace and we oughta get rid of him while he sleeps."
Shakedown snapped so hard Elliot felt like she was going to throw up. "Over my dead body!" Her body tried to throw her at him. She wanted to crack his skull against the wall.
Caine almost flinched, she clearly hadn’t hidden it as well as she thought. “What is this guy to you?”
She tightened her jaw, then managed to breathe out. “We were in the same camp.”
His eyes widened. “I d-didn’t know you were-”
“Caught by the ICD and treated like an animal until I was 15? Why wouldn’t I tell you that!!??”
“I’m sorry.”
“Fuckin’ should be.”
For a moment they stood in silence, Caine searching in vain for something he could say to turn the conversation away from this scab he hadn’t meant to pick. “Did you figure out who tore him up like that?” The only thing he could have possibly said to divert the heat.
Elliot nodded, as her rage remembered where it should have been going. “He gave me a name.”
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“If you are going to kill me,” Hero flinched, their hand clutching at their stomach as they did their best to ignore how tight their lungs felt with every breath they took, “Then get it over with.”
Tick.
Tiick.
Agitated, Hero lifted their head to glare at Villain, “Stop playing-” Hero’s sentence trailed off as they took in the sight of Villain kneeling before them, just a few inches away, “What?” Hero meant for it to come off snappy and harsh, but Villain’s wide-eyes of surprise and pain staring back at them was enough to soften Hero’s tone.
“Kill you?” Villain choked, tears filling their eyes “Oh, Hero, that’s the last thing I want to do.” With a touch that was unsettlingly gentle and warm, Villain cupped Hero’s jaw, harshly swallowing back emotions before managing to add, “Oh, My Hero. None of this is what I have wanted.”
“Liar.” This time Hero managed to mix pain with anger as they spoke, shoving Villain away, “You’re evil! What did you expect to happen?!” It was Hero’s turn to feel the stinging pain of tears in his eyes, but he bit them back - refusing to give his enemy and once-was-best friend the satisfaction of seeing how torn up he was inside.
The expression on Villain’s face shifted, “Evil?” They laughed. Breathlessly. Heartbroken. “Who says I am evil, Hero? Who has the right to make that call?”
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Muse: Arathorn
Meme: Recovering From Trauma
Prompt: “Recovery is a process; it takes time and patience.”
“I’m leaving.”
“Recovery is a process, it takes time and patience.”
The snap, when it came, was a much needed RELIEF for the Ranger. And in some ways, it was a relief for many of the Elves to see it happen. For the tension and restlessness that had been plaguing him for months had finally dissipated all at once. “It’s been two years. I’m as healed as I’m going to get with my left eye permanently gone.”
There was a slow exhale and it caught the attention of the Master of Imladris. He knew the man was getting frustrated with being stuck in the valley. But given that he had lost half of his vision, Elrond didn’t want him going out alone. “Wait a few more days, then Elladan and Elrohir will have had enough of a break to travel with you.”
Arathorn sighed, pushing the rise of wild fury down with practised ease. “Elrond. I appreciate everything that you and your kin have done for me. But I am leaving. Tonight. Alone.” His voice was quiet but rough. “My people need me and no one, not even you, will stop me from going to them.”
The Dúnedain Chieftain watched Elrond, then closed his lone eye briefly and strode away. He had already said goodbye to his son and his horse, a quiet dappled grey mare was waiting patiently outside of the stables. Although he wished that his time in the peaceful valley hasn’t ended like this, he had the odd feeling that he was needed elsewhere.
No one had expected him to go through losing his eye and two months of his life unchanged. But tonight had shown that the 62 year old Ranger wasn’t letting anyone prevent him from reaching his kin. Not even their closest allies.
“Elrohir. Elladan.” Arathorn nodded to his friends, before nudging the mare gently and leaving through the entrance of the valley. As much as he loved Rivendell, he had been cooped up there for too long and that was never good. Not for someone who was used to wandering the North freely like he and his kin.
Despite his new permanent handicap, there was nothing stopping the sharp eyed man or his animal companion from taking off once they hit open land. Neither lost awareness of their surroundings but for the first time since his injury, he felt more like Arathorn, son of Arador, Chieftain of the Northern Dúnedain.
Inspired by a prompt by @broadwaytheanimatedseries ; here’s the link: https://broadwaytheanimatedseries.tumblr.com/post/190863836769/just-shipping-thoughts
Anyways, yes, I know I forgot Remus’s hairstreak. Don’t kill me. Also, this is a human au so don’t bug me about them having different appearances than in canonical Sanders Sides.
-let me know if I need to add more warnings-(I hope you like it! )
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It was a relatively calm day in the Mind Palace. Patton is eating cookies, Roman and Logan are working on the final draft of a new song, and Virgil, Remus, and Janus are play 20 questions.
“Janus, how would describe your perfect date?” Virgil asked.
“Well, I definitely wouldn’t take my partner dancing after a nice dinner and then talk a stoll before walking them home.”
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Janus. “What? I’m a liar, not classless.” Janus said while winking at Patton.
Patton blush and accidentally crumbled one of his cookies. Remus laughed. “Alright, my turn before Dadceit and Daddy inspire me to make another fic!” Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes, and Janus gave Patton another cookie.
Remus clapped his hands, then eyed Virgil.
“So Tickle-Me-Emo, tell me, what’s your ideal boy?”
‘Shit! What do I say? I have to say the truth, but I don’t want to make it obvious... oh! I know!’ Virgil thought while chewing on his lips, then he hid a secret smile.
“Oh, he’s creative, knows how to handle weapons, and loves nicknaming.” Everyone acted all almost exactly how they did with Janus’s answer, except Patton wasn’t blushing.
“You just described me! Ha!” Remus yelled, looking gleeful. Janus, who knew the lies that Virgil told himself around a certain tie wearing aspect, just smirked and decided to “play along.”
“Or he could be talking about your brother.”
Virgil fought the urge to get up and go slap Deceit’s smug smirk off of his face. At Deceit’s words and Virgil’s glare, Roman made some dramatic princy noises.
Remus just blanched, not believing that HIS emo could have fallen for his dull brother. He looked at Roman’s delighted face and then at Virgil’s glare. “There is no way he likes that! Remus shouted, pointing to Virgil and then gesturing to all of Roman.
Roman then made some offended princy noises. “HOW DARE-!” Patton silenced Roman by throwing a piece of the popcorn that Janus had just summoned for them to share at him. “Now kiddo, you know the rules, no yelling in the famILY room.”
Virgil took a minute to wonder when Janus had gotten up, sat beside Patton, started cuddling Patton, and summoned popcorn, but he was interrupted by the look on Logan’s face.
He looked mildly interested, but Virgil has known him long enough to know that his feelings are hurt. Is it because Janus is not sharing the popcorn with him or...
Virgil had a realization. “Uhh, on an unrelated note, I have to be, not here.” Virgil gave a two finger salute and then sunk down to his room to freak out.
Both Remus and Roman got up at the same time, noticed that the other had gotten up, and then lunged at eachother. “How dare you think Virgil likes you, you’re just a stinky wannabe Mario!” Roman yelled at the same time Remus shrieked, “Virgil is my bloodsucking vampire bat, hands off!”
While they rolled around on the floor, laying claim on Virgil and insulting eachother, Janus kept Patton from interrupting their fight by kissing him on the check and whispering, “Come on darling, just let them work it out themselves.”
Patton was suddenly a speechless, blushing mess who was just mechanical eating popcorn and avoiding Janus’s teasing gaze.
Logan, who everyone had forgotten about, looked forlorn. He liked Virgil, but clearly it is one sided. He always knew that he never had a chance.
Logan just sighed and started to sink down to his own room, not noticing the knowing, glowing heterochromic eyes that were following his movements, and hearing his deceitful thoughts.
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Over the following week, Roman and Remus have both tried to woo Virgil, oftentimes resulting in them fighting.
Janus has gone through about 15 bowls of popcorn, 11 of which were shared with a blushing Patton.
Logan has been getting more sad every time he notices one of the twins antics, and has gotten to the point where he almost can’t stand to look at them. He realizes that this is illogical, and who Virgil choses to give his affections to is none of his business, but he still gets jealous, despite himself.
And Virgil... well, Virgil is at his wits end. He’s sick of finding dead rats in his toilet and getting random, blood covered knives from Remus. He’s tired of shooing sing birds away and cutting the heads off of the roses that Roman gives him. Virgil HATES roses.
About 8 days after the whole 20 questions incident, Virgil and Logan were sitting on the couch in the famILY room. Virgil was scrolling threw tumblr and Logan was reading about constellations.
After about 20 minutes of silence, Virgil couldn’t take it anymore. He tossed his phone onto the loveseat, and groaned. When Logan question Virgil about what was wrong, Virgil took a daring move, and laid his head on Logan’s lap. Logan turned faintly red, and just stared at Virgil.
“Hey Lo? Can you give me some advice?” Once Logan nodded tensely, Virgil added, “Its relationship advice.”
Logan felt like crying. ‘Of course he needs relationship advice. He obviously likes Roman, and as his friend I am ok with that and will help him.’
Janus, summoned by Logan’s thoughts, was sitting against the wall with Patton on his lap. They were both eating popcorn, having already done this multiple times this week. They could both clearly see the two on the couch, but neither one seemed to notice the couple watching them. Not even when Janus had to muffle Patton’s squeal with his gloved hand upon Patton realizing Logan and Virgil’s position.
“What seems to be the problem?” Logan asked, trying and failing to keep the hurt out of his voice. Lucky for him, Virgil didn’t notice.
“Well, I have a crush on someone an-“ Virgil was cut off when he felt Logan put a comforting hand on his chest. Virgil looked up, and smiled faintly at a faintly smiling Logan.
“I’ve been trying to tell them for the past few months, but they haven’t seemed to notice at all.”
Logan side-eyed Virgil. ‘Is he serious? I think Roman knows, he gave you a bouquet of roses yesterday. Which is a little pointless, given that you hate roses, but... oh.’ Logan thought, coming to the conclusion that Virgil didn’t realize that Roman likes him back. Janus relayed what he was hearing from Logan thoughts to Patton, and they both rolled their eyes at the two oblivious sides.
“Really?” Logan asked, now full on looking at Virgil. “They don’t sound particularly observant.” Janus had to keep Patton from yelling out “he’s not!”
Virgil just smiled, and decided to try something. “See, that’s the thing. They’re actually really smart. Just...” Virgil took a breath and intertwined his fingers with Logan’s, “dense.”
Logan fought all the butterflies that were raging war in his stomach, and decided to record Virgil admitting his feelings, so that he can just send the recording to Roman and cry.
“Perhaps you just need to take the obvious route. You could try saying a simple...” Logan held back a gag and position his phone more directly over Virgil’s face. “I love you.”
Virgil considered. ‘Could it really be that easy?’ “You think that would work?”
Logan nodded, and put on a near perfect mask of nonchalant. “It’s at least worth a try.”
Virgil looked to the away and nodded. “I... guess you’re right.” Virgil took a deep breath and Logan shakily pressed the record button.
“Hey... Logan...” Virgil said, gripping his hand tighter. “I love you.”
Janus and Patton just stared, leaning forward. Logan blushed, and decided to never delete that recording, ever. “Yeah! Use that exact phrase!” Logan said in false cheerfulness.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Virgil yelled at the same time Janus and Patton facepalmed.
Logan regrettably let go of Virgil’s hand. “And if that doesn’t work, we can always try a different approach.”
“Oh my God.” Virgil said while covering his face with his hands, trying his hardest not to reach up and shake the denseness out of Logan.
Logan, not seeing Roman and Remus walk in the door way and be freezed and silenced by Janus, continued.
“Don’t worry Virgil, I’ll make sure Roman realizes how much you really like him.” Logan says.
Janus looked dumbfounded. ‘How dumb can Logic be?’
Patton looked disappointed and almost started laughing.
Roman looked triumphant and Remus looked pissed.
Virgil, however, just looked done. He quickly sat up, and turned to face Logan. “Wait, you mean to tell me that you think my crush is on ROMAN?!”
Logan gulped. “Umm yes. Was I wrong in that assumption?”
Virgil just started laughing. He laughed until his laughter turned to tears. Logan immediately became alarmed and took Virgil into his arms.
“Shhh, Virgil, sweetheart, I need you to calm down for me.” That just seemed to make Virgil cry harder so Logan grabbed Virgil hands and squeezed them in a 4-7-8 pattern. Virgil, knowing what Logan is doing, starts to follow the pattern. After about 5 minutes Virgil is calmed down.
“Virgil, can you tell me what is bothering you?” Logan asked gently. Virgil just nodded defeatedly. “You.”
Logan froze, not knowing how to respond to that. Virgil continued. “I have liked you for almost 2 years. I have tried to tell you about my crush for months. I admit, I could have been a bit more obvious in my clues to Remus, but I thought for sure you would know who I was talking about. You are creative when you come up with raps, you threw a computer at Thomas and knowledge is a weapon, and you called Roman a ‘Roman Scenturian.‘
Instead you avoided me for days, didn’t believe me when I said I love you, and think I have a crush on Roman? Can you see wh-“
Logan interrupted Virgil’s rant by kissing him. If he was totally honest, he barely heard a word after Virgil said, “I have liked you...”
The couple sprung apart as soon as they heard cheering. They both stared at Patton, who was sitting in Janus’s lap with popcorn all over and around him, and the biggest smile on his face.
Janus was also smiling, and looked over at Remus and Roman, who were looking fondly at both couples. Janus unfroze them.
“So...” Remus starts, “you like Logan, huh?” Everyone laughs. “That’s fine, I’m gonna go see if the Dragonwitch wants to go on a date.” Remus winked then sunk down, headed towards the imagination.
Virgil then looks at Roman. Roman takes a step forward, and Logan tightens his grip on Virgil. Roman just laughs.
“Don’t worry Lo, I was just wanting to give y’all my blessing! Also, do you think that O will want to go on a quest?”
Virgil giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I think ol’ Orange would love to go ‘rob people legally’ as he put it, with you.” Roman waved and then headed to find O.
The couple on the couch then turned to look at the couple by the wall. Patton looked ecstatic while Janus looked amused. “Well, that certainly didn’t take forever.” Janus said, breaking the silence.
They all just shook their heads, and Patton dragged Janus to the kitchen to start on dinner (and totally not eavesdrop).
Virgil looked at Logan. “So, if I say something do you promise to not be stupid this time?” Virgil asked teasingly. Logan smiled and nodded.
“Logan, I love you.” Logan kissed Virgil and smiled. “Virgil, I would love for you to be my boyfriend.” “I would love that too!” Virgil said before kissing Logan again.
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Note: Incase you are wondering, Roman and Remus were just really trying to make Virgil like one of them more than the other, and were actually surprised when Virgil described them and not Logan during the game. They did not just immediately move on after seeing there was not shot. They were coming to tell Virgil that they actually like other ‘people’ but kind of got stopped 😅
Taglist- (I went ahead and did my Analogical Taglist 😅)
