WAIT S T O P the presses!! Sander Sides g/t in 2026??,,, :00 Must be dreaming cause reality ain't this nice - None the less! YOU *POINTS* do you have any g/t headcanons involving Virgil? (or possibly any logan & virgil g/t themed scenarios?? If you don't mind me asking!)
Oh, of COURSE. Iâm an OG Sanders Sides G/t fan, and Iâd love to see the community thriving againâŠ
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(Credit to @/giant-sketches on tumblr)
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During the beginning (pre-Accepting Anxiety) him being any different size would make it more difficult for him to be part of the group. If heâs too big, heâs seen as overbearing. If heâs too small, heâs dismissed by the group.
Logan understands the feeling of being ignored. Heâs unintentionally sweet by putting in a bit more effort to listen to Virgil, working off of the anxious sideâs thoughts even when Roman tries to change the subject, despite the side being hand-sized, or a silent giant.
Virgil would actually be more quiet and standoffish as a giant. He doesnât want to come off as too scary if he gets too passionate in an argument, so he rarely chimes in before heâs accepted. He thinks fear of failure is a good way to make Thomas learn, but he doesnât want to be the source of all the fear from his physical manifestationâs size.
Heâs a case of a gentle and worried giant that looks absolutely intimidating and mean before you get to know him. Really, heâs much more terrified of something like picking someone up than they are of being picked up.
Similar to that, if tiny, he is extremely defensive about his space. He gets overwhelmed if surrounded and has a flight or freeze response, since fighting isnât much of an option. He bit Roman once when he tried to scoop him up, he bites Janus anytime, he avoids Remus, he squirms when held by Patton, and he tolerates Logan since the logical side doesnât have much desire to hold him in the first place.
Being taken seriously at a tiny size isnât gonna happen. Either way, Roman makes many slights about him for both sizes. âTiny terrorâ âthe littlest vampireâ âgrumpelinaâ âgothzillaâ and âBFG (but itâs for Brooding, Frightening Giant instead) are just a few I think heâd think of.
Logan is by far the easiest side to be around because of his lack of pestering. Still, Logan is curious about giant or tiny Virgil, and occasionally asks questions about his habits, diet, and sleep patterns. Logan knows all about the Square-Cube Law, so seeing Virgil break it is intriguing.
I genuinely donât know how Virgil would fit in his stairwell spot if he were big, unless he just looked hilariously squeezed into the smaller space, since heâs good and making his posture smaller anyway. If tiny, I can picture him just perched on the railing of the stairs next to Logan, he knows better than to try staying on the ground.Â
I think the sides changing their sizes because they arenât really physical beings, similar to their shapeshifting, is fun. Though, realistically, Virgil would NOT take part in that because of the vulnerability. If another side shrank around him, heâd also avoid them like the plague.
Iâve always loved the idea of their sizes being controlled by Thomasâ actions. Like, anxiety medication reduces Virgilâs size so heâd have less of an effect on Thomas. Or bad panic/anxiety attacks/stressful periods make Virgil grow to a larger size. Itâs so interesting how creative people can be for those things.
My asks are always open for any fandom / non-fandom based G/t oneshot requests, headcanons, or thoughts! :)
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Roman, a vampire from a fantasy world, gets magically transported into a new world where heâs tiny. Luckily, local borrower is willing to help him out
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The house was larger than anything Roman had ever seen. It made his throat run dry. He had no clue where he was, what was happening, or why. He had just been at home a few moments earlier. Why was he here?
He looked around. Everything was so⊠big. He could only imagine what sort of beast must live in it
He was grateful that it appeared to be nighttime. The night was illuminated with strangely bright lights, ones that hurt his eyes. Perhaps they were magic. He looked away. The house seemed to be too smooth to be made of stone, but it looked sturdy enough. He didnât want to see the thing that lived there
Something that gargantuan could probably kill him without noticing. Back home, he had had several people trying to kill him for what he was.
This was not home. He had no idea how people would react to him.
He looked warily at the lights, and the moon that was getting slowly lower in the sky.
He looked back up at the giant house. He would need to take shelter before sunrise, but he had no one to invite him inside, nor was this his home. He would probably burn to death in the sunlight.
He got closer to the house, hoping to delay his death by getting closer to shelter even slightly, only for part of the wall to open.
The door seemed cleverly disguised, even with his strong senses, and was barely perceptible.
A him-sized person was beckoning him closer, saying something in a language entirely unfamiliar to him, but seemed to be some kind of invitation inside, going by the fact that the invisible barrier disappeared. He let a small smile grace his lips
He got inside quickly, and said a quick word of thanks to the stranger as they closed the wall.
The stranger looked back at him with visible confusion. Roman wondered if they knew his language at all.
This place was strange. Like something out of an absurd play, or perhaps a childrenâs book.
They led him through tunnels in what had to be the walls of the house, and into a small room-type thing that reminded Roman almost of a cave. There were strange lanterns strung up in it, ones that had no fire in them. He looked at them strangely, were they magic? They werenât as bright as the other lights that were outside, but they were bright enough.
He looked away from them, and back towards the stranger.
The stranger was staring at him, or really his fangs, and he braced for a scream or attack. That was how it always went when someone realised that he was a vampire.
After a few tense moments, nothing happened. They looked away and started sorting something in a corner.
Looking around a little bit more, it occurred to him that this was their home. He turned around to watch them
They were messing with scraps of spare fabric that were organised into the shape of a nest. Perhaps they were makeshift blankets.
They extended the nest and Roman realised that they were expecting him, wanting him, to stay with them. He didnât know if they knew how dangerous outside was to him, but they seemed to know that being outside was bad.
He wondered if it had anything to do with the giants that he imagined must be around. His new ally (?) kept looking back at him.
They spoke after they finished making the nest big enough, using very unfamiliar words, and speaking faster than Roman could even piece together what was a word or what was a string of them
Roman stared blankly. They paused in what had to be consideration, before gesturing to themself and saying a single word. Roman deduced that it was probably their name.
He parroted it back questioningly, pointing to them. They nodded. Virgil. Nice name.
He gestured to himself and said his own name, which they repeated. He smiled.
The rest of the time before the sun rose, Virgil would give him the name for anything he would point at. Virgil was nice. It was only a matter of time before a shrill beeping sound made its way from the more open, giant part of the house.
Virgil put their finger to their lips to gesture for him to be quiet, and he immediately did so. Virgil beckoned him towards a peephole in the wall. He watched as a giant slowly made their way into what mightâve been a kitchen.
Roman watched it for a while. Something like that could crush him with one hand. Could kill him with no garlic, or wooden stakes, or even sunlight required. He shuddered, watching as it made food. He went away from the peephole.
The sunlight was coming in from the window, and, while it did not reach the wall, it made Roman nervous. Well, that and the whole giant that was eating something by the light.
Virgilâs face was full of many emotions as they also watched the giant. The giant left a while later, leaving the house all together. Roman sat down, and looked up at his new friend/ally
âWhat was that?â He asked, using a very similar string of words as he did when asking for a word
The answer was short, but Roman found the answer something he wouldnât forget. The other words he had learned today would be forgotten, heâd need to refresh his memory on them, but this? He would remember this.
Human. The way Virgil had said it, with such an extreme tone, that Roman was sure that it would echo in his mind for years to come.
He nodded, repeating the word to himself. He yawned, and absentmindedly turned into a bat. Every time he slept anywhere that was open, he always turned into a bat. It helped him sleep, and it helped prevent people noticing him.
It was the kind of thing heâd never think to do before he was turned. He flew to a shadowy corner of the tunnel, and settled down, wings wrapped around himself. He could feel Virgilâs eyes on him, but he could hear no movement from them. They just left him be, doing whatever they were doing. Even his bat form was tiny here.
When he woke up, closer to sundown, Virgil offered him some food. He shook his head. Food was not something he needed, except for blood.
He had eaten before⊠arriving here, anyway. He wouldnât need to for a few days. Was this whole thing some kind of divine punishment for his sins?
He hugged his knees. The giant was moving around outside the tunnel, seemingly completely unaware of him and Virgilâs presence. Good.
It was strange. If not for the size, it would look very similar to a normal person, but it was so large. Roman thought about the amount of blood that it would have. He could probably feast on it without it noticing, whilst it was sleeping. As the human left the kitchen, Roman tried to refresh his memory of words, with Virgilâs help.
After a while, Virgil started to take him through the tunnels. Roman was shown a lot of the house. It was like a twisted version of a normal house, but with more strange things like the weird lights. He frowned.
He didnât like this.
The giant was still completely unaware of his existence. Roman was capable of making his body just the slightest bit lighter, to avoid heavy footsteps. It was crucial in hunting, and it would be even more crucial to avoid being detected by a giant.
The giant was lying in a bed, not yet sleeping, but staring at a glowing rectangle. Strange. Virgil kept practising his words with him when they got back to Virgilâs home-part-of-the-tunnels. Roman had a hard time with it.
He hugged his knees. He wanted to go home.
Virgil left a little while later, into the kitchen. Roman watched them do things that he had never seen anyone do before. Super risky climbing moves, carrying things that looked heavier than Virgil themself, etc. He wondered if this is what they did every time they needed food.
They made almost no noise throughout the whole thing. Had he not had enhanced senses, he probably would be unable to notice anything amiss, even from this close. They were certainly practised at their actions, picking up even the slightest noise from the humanâs bedroom, if the way they constantly froze and looked up, obviously listening for more signs that the giant would awaken
Roman watched them for a while.
Routines carried on like this for the next week. Roman was getting hungry. Virgil had shown him every tunnel entrance and exit and where exactly they led. Taking blood from the giant would be easy, hypothetically.
Virgil didnât know he was doing this. How would he even explain, he only knew a handful of words in their strange language. They tried to stay near him often times, like they were trying to keep him safe.
He liked to quietly ramble to himself when the human wasnât nearby. Virgil sometimes just sat next to him and listened to him, even though they evidently couldnât understand what he was saying. He knew a few more words in their language than he did before, but not enough to hold a proper conversation
Or any conversation at all, really. Virgil was nice regardless. When he was in bat form, he did notice that Virgil looked at him a lot. He couldnât figure out why
He watched the human sleep for a few minutes, making sure that it was sleeping deeply, before diving down in bat form towards its exposed arm. He did a quick enchantment to make sure it would stay numb whilst he was feasting. He bit down, and the blood started pooling into his mouth. It was more than he could ever get from anything or anyone else.
Once he was sufficiently fed, he turned back into a bat, and hovered a little. On the giant, the wound was tiny, it likely wouldnât notice anything amiss. He flew back to the walls. Virgil was waiting for him, evidently having watched his meal.
Their face was painted with concern, instead of the usual shock and horror that came with watching him feed. They looked out at the giant, and back at Roman, before dragging him away to their (now shared) living quarters
Roman didnât understand the lecture he was given, but understood a few words, like âdangerousâ, a word that Virgil often used to deter Roman from going to retrieve food and supplies with him. Roman found that he really wanted to do it more after Virgil discouraged him.
The lecture lasted a while, before they noticed Romanâs non-comprehending stare. They sighed, rubbing their head like they had headache.
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Virgil had somehow managed to make friends with a weird borrower-sized vampire. They didnât know English, and they seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
He had invited them inside without a second thought when he saw through a crack in the wall that they were outside. Of course, at first he had assumed them to be a borrower too, until they got to the more illuminated area of his living space, and he saw them more clearly.
They looked exactly like a stereotypical vampire, Victorian era clothing (or at least something close to it), and sharp pointed teeth
They flinched when they noticed him looking at their teeth, and Virgil looked away, forcing his anxiety down. They hadnât attacked yet, despite being invited into his home, so they probably wouldnât attack at all. No need to be hostile and potentially make them attack.
He extended his nest for them, and found them watching him with the type of wide eyes of someone who was entirely full of curiosity. He finished extending the nest, and looked at them
âThis good, or do you, like, need to sleep in a coffin or something?â
They stared blankly, clearly not having caught a single thing he said. Oh, right⊠they had used a different language when they first entered the house, did they understand English?
He slowly pointed to himself and slowly stated his name, deciding that that would be easier than trying to hold an actual conversation.
They repeated the name, and then proceeded to mirror the gesture and give their own name. Roman. Cool.
They followed him around as he checked his supply stock, and pointed at things and asked what they were. Virgil always gave the name, even when theyâd already asked for that name.
It was a while later that the humanâs alarm clock pierced the small comfort he had offered to his new friend.
He gestured for them to be quiet, hearing the unmistakable sound of a human dragging itself out of bed. He and Roman watched the human walk around the kitchen, and Roman stepped away from the tiny hole and shuddered. Had they never seen a human before?
He didnât know how they got here. They were strange.
They were very curious, and Virgil could admit that they brought a nice change from worrying about everything on his own. They liked to sit down and ramble about goodness knows what. Only when the human was out of the house or asleep, though.
They slept in bat form, tucked securely into a dark corner. Virgil would be lying if he said that he didnât find their bat form at least a tiny bit adorable. That was probably weird, though
When he got back from borrowing, about a week later, and they werenât in their usual position watching him, he started running towards the humanâs bedroom.
He had noticed the way theyâd slowly grown more pale throughout the week, and the way theyâd looked at the human when it walked through the kitchen, at its veins. He had figured that this was a possibility, especially after heâd made the mistake of showing them every exit
Like heâd predicted, they were sinking their teeth into the humanâs arm, and drinking
They flew back to the wall, with the tiniest bit of blood still staining their teeth. Virgil quickly checked that the human was still asleep, before closing the entrance and dragging Roman back to the bedroom
Once they were stood in relative safety, he sighed
âWhat were you thinking ?! If it sees you, you will die! Itâs dangerous to get that close to a human, especially to bite one! And not to mention-â the lecture lasted a few minutes, before he noticed their wide-eyed, mildly confused stare.
Oh, right, they didnât know English. He brought his hand up to his face and groaned
He knew they needed blood. He knew the human was the best source for this. He also knew how screwed theyâd both be if they had been caught.
He just put away his recently borrowed supplies, and attempted to focus on the positive. They hadnât been caught. The bite was small enough that it was unlikely that the human would notice
Roman once again followed him around until close to sunrise, when they went to their corner to sleep. Virgil quietly crept towards the humanâs room and watched to see if it noticed anything strange.
The alarm went off as normal. Virgil didnât think about how Roman would have half woken up from the sound and would be at least partially upset that Virgil was not there. The human groaned, slamming its hand down on the alarm clock and pulling itself out of bed. Virgil watched as it looked at its arm with a strange expression, before just going back to whatever it was doing before
Virgil breathed a sigh of relief. While the side effects of the bite seemed somewhat noticeable, the human would not spend any more time than it needed to dwell on it.
After a few more days, or rather, nights, Roman could say a few more words, and more words stuck in their head. They still practised words a lot, though now they pointed at the things and said the name rather than ask for the word
Virgil hoped that soon theyâd be able to know enough English to tell him what was actually going on, why they were here, etc.
For now, he was happy that they knew enough to vaguely understand him.
He watched the human leave the house. College, apparently, was what it went to. He had heard about such things before, it was something important apparently, it was all parents talked about to their children.
It was enough to keep the human occupied for several hours most days, even when it wasnât out of the house. Great for borrowing from. It had a lot of food in its house, most of which being non-perishables, seeing as it didnât often have time to buy extra food.
It was perfect for a borrower like himself.
Roman was friendly, but they were a bit louder than most borrowers. It made Virgil paranoid, though they often quietened their voice when they knew that the human was sleeping, which was most of the time when they were awake.
They liked to talk. Words that Virgil couldnât understand or piece together. They played with their hair a lot, running hands through it with their words, like they didnât even think about it. Their hair was quite long, and a nice shade of dark reddish brown.
Virgil wondered if the myths were true, and vampires really couldnât see their own reflection. He felt kinda bad, if that was the case. They had a very nice face.
He sat next to them for a few hours, thinking about what could happen if the human would find them. Roman would probably be trapped in something like a jar or something, and then theyâd get hurt (or worse) in the sunlight.
If Virgil got caught, Roman would potentially be safe. Virgil could not be killed by sunlight, and would have the potential to escape. Therefore, it was too dangerous to let Roman borrow with him.
Roman still tried to follow him sometimes. They pouted if he said it was dangerous, but they stayed in the walls.
They were gonna need more blood soon. Virgil reluctantly admitted that the human was the best source of that if he didnât want it all taken from him, but the human was so much bigger than both of them. The human was dangerous.
He didnât want them to get hurt. But, they would need the blood. One night, at the time he knew for certain that the human would be deep asleep, he grabbed Romanâs hand and led them towards the humanâs bedroom.
They followed with a tilted head. Virgil listened to the sound of the humanâs breathing, making sure it was definitely still asleep. He slowly opened the entrance and gestured towards the human. Roman slowly took a step forward, and once Virgil didnât stop him, he swooped down as a tiny bat, and bit into the arm, humanoid once more.
Virgil found it fascinating to look at. The way colour slowly came back to their face, the way they became much more alive-looking whilst the blood entered their body.
They flew back to him pretty much immediately, obviously scared that he would be mad again. He just grabbed their hand again and took them back to the âroomâ they both lived in. They were smiling.
Virgil made sure that they were okay, and then he started gathering supplies for his own food.
Routines kept on like this for months.
Roman still wasnât exactly fluent, but they knew the basics.
Unfortunately, the human seemed to have noticed that about once a week, its arm felt numb and had two little spots. It had put up cameras in its bedroom, which luckily didnât pick up on anything, considering that Roman couldnât be seen on footage or in mirrors, and Virgil never went actually into the room, but would absolutely cause some kind of trouble
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Roman liked it there. For once, he could feed without killing anything or anyone. He had a friend! He had tunnels to explore!
The human was scary, of course, but Virgil always made sure that he was safe at feeding time. He sometimes watched it through the little holes in the walls when it was awake when he was. Sometimes it stayed awake during nighttime, meaning he and Virgil had to be careful and quiet.
Some days, it stayed out of the house until late at night, leaving Roman hungry. Like that night.
âHungry,â he complained dramatically to Virgil, drawing out the word and flopping down onto the nest with a sigh
Virgil nudged him with a foot, and replied
âSorry, nothing I can do about that. Unless, you want my blood, of course, but I donât think Iâd like that very much,â they joked, sitting down next to him
âNot your blood,â he agreed, lifting his head to reveal a small smile.
When the human came back, a few hours later, there was another human with it. Roman thought about the amount of blood they would have together, and felt all the more hungrier.
Virgil was watching the humans with the kind of nervous tension that they had if they had just dropped something whilst the human was in the kitchen.
Roman quietly walked closer, wanting to watch the humans too. At this rate, neither of the giants would sleep before the sun rose. He could probably wait another day, but it would mean that heâd take a more noticeable amount of blood from it.
He fidgeted nervously, hands running through his hair.
He looked to Virgil, who looked probably more panicked than him. Roman paused in thought
Virgil liked his bat form, he had found out, it calmed them down, and (though he would never admit so) it also helped Roman calm down to be held. He got panicked more than he let on; he missed his mansion, he missed his home, he missed knowing what was going on, he missed being able to talk fluently, he missed a lot.
But, Virgil was a constant presence, a constant friend that barely left his side, helped him stay happy, healthy even. They were the one good thing about this place, and they were great. If Roman had to pick between his mansion or Virgilâs friendship, heâd probably choose Virgil.
He turned into a bat and flew onto Virgilâs shoulder. It would be nice to see them relax a little, and he also needed the distraction.
Virgil looked towards him with a smile that Roman almost missed. They gently brought him into their arms, in a way that they had done a few times before, if the human had gotten too close to finding something out or if Virgil had only just managed to return to the walls when it entered the kitchen
Roman wrapped his wings around himself and settled in the hold. He had never been held like this before he met Virgil. People never trusted him, despite his attempts to be noble, to be a hero. Before he was turned, he was well liked, but what was he now? A monster.
Virgil had never judged him, as far as he knew. They were strange, but Roman had never been as glad of anything in his life/afterlife. He trusted that theyâd wake him the second that it was safe to feed, and he started to fall asleep
Virgilâs hold was secure, a sense of warmth that surrounded his cold, and he was peaceful here. It wasnât too long before Virgil gently jostled him awake.
âTheyâre both asleep now,â was said in a low whisper. Roman turned back to his normal form and stood up
Virgil led Roman, not to the humanâs bedroom, but to the room where it watched âtvâ (a strange contraption that seemed to show plays and performances in strange ways)
Both of the humans were curled up on couches, instead of beds, and Roman looked between the two, and back at Virgil. Virgil was waiting for him to go forward and feed. He looked out of the window, he had about half an hour before sunrise.
Heâd be okay to feed, if he was quick. He flew up as a bat, and towards his usual human. Its arm was uncovered, and he quickly sunk his teeth in after doing the enchantment.
The arm twitched beneath him. He froze. A small mutter that he couldnât quite figure out the words of came from the direction of the humanâs mouth. Roman looked up hesitantly. Giant brown eyes were staring back at him.
Romanâs own eyes quickly averted, towards the table in the corner in which the tunnel entrance where Virgil would be was. He couldnât see them from here.
A hand wrapped around him, and he shouted, panicking and forgetting the words in the strange language, and using his native one
âGet away! Get away!â He screamed, feeling as though he had just been cornered by vampire hunters. He knew this was so much worse.
The other human woke up, saying something. Roman couldnât figure out what it was; Virgil always spoke slowly to help him figure out what was being said. These humans did not extend the same courtesy to him. He hadnât even nearly finished feeding before it woke up
He was weaker than he couldâve been. If he didnât escape soon, that would be the least of his worries, he thought to himself, looking at the slowly lightening sky out of the window. He struggled in the hold, feeling himself be set down. No sooner than he had managed to look around, a large drinking glass was placed down over the top of him, cutting him off from the outside world.
His brain felt like it was running in circles. The humans were still talking, but through the muffling that the glass did, their fast talking, and Romanâs mile-a-minute thoughts, he couldnât understand anything. He pushed against the glass, but it didnât budge. Out of sheer desperation, he turned into a bat and flew around, trying to find any weak spots. Nothing. He turned back
The humans were talking.
Roman watched the window with nervousness he had almost never felt before. Usually, vampire hunters were easy to escape. He never usually had to worry about the painful disintegration that came with sunlight. He realised that he was on top of the table. The entrance to the tunnels would be almost directly below him
Virgil would be almost directly below him. Was Virgil gonna help him? What if they also got captured? Roman didnât want to think about that
He sat down on the wooden table and sulked (though, he decided that this sulking, unlike most sulking he tended to do, was actually 100% warranted)
Cold tears fell down his already cold face. What was he doing ? He was going to turn into dust in less than an hour, he was captured, he was never going home. Either of his homes; the walls or his mansion.
The humans were talking to each other, Roman tried to listen. They spoke fast; he could only catch a handful of words. Things like âfoodâ, and âvampireâ (a word that Virgil sometimes used in reference to him)
He sighed. None of this would matter soon. He knew this would happen eventually, he knew that something or someone would get the upper hand on him and heâd die. He just hadnât wanted it to be here, to be close to his only friend while he disintegrated
The sunrise would be soon. He had to come to terms with it.
He shoved his face into his hands and sobbed. And then, noise from in front of the table, just out of sight. A voice- Virgilâs voice- speaking fast and loud. To the humans. Roman tried to listen but found that he couldnât
Was Virgil saving him? The thought made something in his chest flutter, almost made his non-beating heart jolt back into rhythm. He chose to believe that it was anxiety, that he was scared for his friendâs safety (which, he was) and absolutely no other feelings were involved.
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Logan had known that something had been biting him whilst he slept. Like clockwork, every Wednesday night, something was biting him, leaving his arm slightly numb and two tiny dots in his arm.
He had tried to put up cameras, but they didnât pick anything up. There seemingly was nothing to pick up. It was entirely infuriating. Especially since it was always the same night of the week. No matter what. If he fell asleep during the day on a Wednesday, during his breaks, no bites.
It was a mystery, and Logan hated not knowing things. He had tried staying late at the library on a Wednesday night, and going to sleep late, but whatever was biting him was smart, and still bit him whilst he was sleeping.
His friends had joked that it was a tiny vampire, but Logan had rolled his eyes at that. Now⊠Now, he was considering it.
He had decided with his friend Patton to sleep late in a different room than usual, with Patton, to see if the whatever was biting him would follow him.
He was almost asleep by the time he felt two small pinpricks on his arm. He tried to make his arm stay still as to not scare away whatever the thing was and peeked his eyes open.
Without his glasses it was hard to see, but it looked humanoid. He muttered something to himself and reached out to grab it, and found that it shouted something in a language he had never heard before. CuriousâŠ
Patton woke up at the sound of the shout, and Logan grabbed his glasses as Patton did the same
âWhatâs going on?â Patton asked
Logan looked up for a split second âI found the source of the bites,â he said, looking down at his new find again
The closer he looked at it, the more the vampire comparisons looked more accurate. It was wearing a strange version of what one would expect of a vampire, in mostly golds and reds, though rather dirtied. It had long, dark red hair, about down to where their shoulder blades would be, and if Logan really looked, he could see two tiny fangs under its tiny top lip
It was clearly trying to get out of his grip, so he slowly brought it towards the table and, grabbing an empty glass on the way, placed it down with the glass on top of it. It pushed at the glass, but upon it not budging, it turned into a bat.
Contrary to the panic it seemed to be displaying, not once did Logan notice any breathing difficulties. Nor, any breathing at all.
Patton came closer, looking at the little thing
âItâs actually a tiny vampire?â He asked in bewilderment, before continuing âSo, it was biting you for food? I feel bad trapping it, or- them? Like this, they were just trying to eat,â
Logan agreed with that sentiment, but didnât want to risk them getting away before he got some answers. He and Patton talked in hushed voices about theories and things they needed answered for a while, finding that the vampire had sat with their back to them and head in hands.
He thought on the whole problem. This had been going on for months. Where had the tiny vampire been living this entire time? In his house? But where?
Logan was interrupted from his thoughts by a sudden shout from beneath the table that he was crouched at.
He looked down, finding another tiny person, this one looking slightly more alive, clearly breathing and, while they didnât have much colour on their pale skin, it was certainly more than the vampire had. They were holding a pin like a sword, pointed up shakily at him and Patton
âLet- let them go! Please, they canât answer any questions you ask, and theyâll die if they stay here once the sun rises, just let them go! Please..â they seemed desperate. They seemed terrified.
Their clothes were dirtied, clumsily stitched together, and clearly were once some kind of scrap fabric that they had found somewhere. A clear difference between them and the vampire, whose clothes seemed impeccably perfectly stitched with high quality fabrics, even when it was dirty.
Patton had started working to calm down the tiny person, and Logan looked up at the vampire again. They had clearly recognised the sound of the tiny personâs voice, going by the way they were trying to see them
Logan thought about the strange language that the vampire had spoken, then thought about how the tiny person had said that they wouldnât be able to answer questions. Could they not speak English? Or were they perhaps just not fluent?
He tuned back into the conversation around him. The tiny person was shouting
âStop- stop telling me to calm down ! I wonât be calm until you let them go! Please, just let them go, itâs almost sunrise,â
Logan looked out of the window. They were right, the sky was slowly lightening up.
Vampires died in sunlight, according to most myths. It made sense that they were so desperate. He looked down at the vampire, thinking.
He looked to the tiny person
âOkay, Iâm going to let them out now, so if youâd just stop shouting, please,â he said, keeping his voice level to avoid any further stress on them
Their head snapped towards him, watching him like a hawk as he reached out to the glass. He lifted it up.
The vampire inside turned into a bat and speedily flew to their (friend?). They held onto each other as they reunited.
Both of their impromptu guests backed away under the table and disappeared. Logan looked under the table about a minute later and found no trace of them.
He and Patton looked at each other
âThat was real, right? Iâm not just imagining the two tiny people that just disappeared under there?â Patton asked, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice
Logan nodded without saying a word. Logan had a hard time believing it himself. He sighed. There was no proof of this encounter. There was nothing to indicate that it ever even happened. Nothing but his and Pattonâs word. While his friends would be somewhat likely to believe them (with Pattonâs lack of deceitful nature, and Loganâs completely serious demeanour) the rest of the world wouldnât be so trusting
Then he asked himself the question: did he want to tell people? Both of the tiny people seemed downright terrified of him, what would they think if suddenly a lot of people were looking for them?
He went back to the couch and sat down. This whole day was strange, to say the least
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Virgil paced back and forth in the walls. That was undoubtedly the most stressful, stupid, and dangerous thing he had ever done. He didnât know what to do now.
Roman was out of the humansâ grasps, but now the humans knew that both of them existed, and it wouldnât take long for them to figure out that they were in the walls. There were only so many places to disappear to when disappearing under a table
Roman was tracking his movements from where they were hugging their knees, sitting on the nest. Virgil was trying to think of something that could solve this entire problem.
He was supposed to move houses if he was seen, but Roman hadnât fed properly, based on the sunken eyes, the gaunt cheeks, and the pale face. Theyâd move slowly. There was no guarantee that theyâd find a suitable home before tomorrowâs sunrise if they started that night.
Roman obviously couldnât drink this humanâs blood again, and they couldnât drink Virgilâs; that would kill him, and they couldnât move house. So, what could they do? His mind was drawing blanks, and he groaned.
This was a nightmare of a situation. He sat down next to Roman, who rested their head on his shoulder. He turned his face toward them.
Theyâd been uncharacteristically quiet since they got away
âYou still hungry?â He asked, already knowing the answer.
Roman responded with a short nod
âAny ideas on how to fix that?â He asked, once again knowing the answer
A shake of their head confirmed his thoughts.
âWell this sucks, huh?â He mused, an element of ironic humour in his voice.
Roman buried their face in his shoulder, and Virgil wrapped his arm around them. He didnât blame them for not speaking. They had been captured by humans, they were less than an hour away from death until Virgil had somehow managed to reason with the humans to let them go.
A thought invaded his mind before he had the awareness to stop it. What if he was to⊠strike a deal with one of the humans? To give blood to Roman and Virgil could offer some small information every week. It was a crazy idea, but it was the only idea even semi-accomplishable.
He looked at Roman. His idea would be useless if he didnât get Romanâs consent first. No use getting a deal with a human if Roman didnât want it. Roman looked like they were about to fall asleep, he could wait.
They turned into a bat and fell asleep, still close to Virgil. Virgil waited a few minutes before slowly moving closer to the tiny hole in the wall. The humans seemed to have not moved much since they escaped. When Roman woke up, a few hours later, Virgil proposed his idea.
Roman was quick to agree, obviously incredibly hungry. They waited for the sun to set and went through the tunnels until they found where the human was
Virgil climbed up some nail stairs, so heâd have the advantage of being on a shelf, and therefore being less easily grabbable. Roman flew up in bat form, which Virgil insisted was cheating, but ignored just this once.
Virgil took several deep breaths before opening the wall. The human was on the other end of the room, and had not yet seen him.
Virgil motioned for Roman to stay behind the doorway for now, and walked further out on the shelf. He steeled himself and took another few deep breaths
No matter what he did, he would never be ready for this. This was the kind of thing that got people killed. He closed his eyes and shouted across the room to get the humanâs attention.
A quick jolt from the other end of the room, and suddenly he had giant eyes on him. He tried to conceal the resulting flinch, and proposed his deal to his human.
It looked at him, with a contemplative expression
âWhat would happen if I were to say no?â
Virgilâs face fell
âIf you were to say no, then my friend would die,â he said, trying to avoid emotions leaking into his voice
âOkay, then, bring your friend here, they can drink my blood. And in return, I get a question, yes?â
Virgil nodded ( this was a stupid thing to do, what was he doing- ) and he brought Roman forward
The human got its one question (what are you both?), and Roman got their blood.
Virgil and Roman set off to somewhere new the next night, not willing to stay near a human that knew what they were.
Patton grows more and more distressed after he starts growing bigger. Logan struggles to know what to do, so he brings Virgil over to help poor Patton out.
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Patton groaned in his sleep. His blankets were only partly on his body and nothing he did could fully fix it. He was also in slight pain. It felt like either muscle stiffness, or growing pains. He couldnât tell which one it was. It wasnât unbearable. Heck, it wasnât even worth mentioning! But it was just enough to remind him and annoy him. His eyes were growing more and more heavy the longer he focused on his muscle pain and soon, before he knew it:
He was out like a light.
The poor man had no clue just how long he had been sleeping for. By the time he had woken up, the daylight was just starting to dim bit by bit. Patton soon opened his eyes and groaned a little bit. The growing pains were still there. They werenât nearly as strong, but they were still there. Patton got himself up and stretched his body out. He stretched his arms out, and opened his eyes.
The first thing he noticed was how...tall he felt in his bed. This view of the room made him feel more taller than he was. Why did his view change? Why did he feel taller whenever he looked around? Not only that, but Patton could notice that his feet were peeking out close to the edge of the bed. The blanket bump of his feet was almost sliding off the bed. Before he went to bed, Pattonâs feet were a good 2 feet away from the edge of the bed. But now, they were right at the edge, almost dangling off the edge. What happened?
Patton looked at his hands and feet, and decided to get himself up. Patton pulled the blankets off himself, sat himself on the edge of the bed, and finally noticed his shadow reflecting off the wall beside him. Wait a second...His shadow was bigger than he remembered. Either that, or the room is growing smaller. Could it be...both? Was he growing more?! As one final test, Patton stood up and reached his arms up into the air. He tested to see how far he was to touching the roof and to Pattonâs disbelief: his hands laid flat against the ceiling.
No...NO! NOOO! âGUYS! LOGAN? VIRGIL? I NEED HELP!â Patton shouted.
He had grown taller overnight! That explains the pain he was feeling the night before! Patton immediately felt his eyes well up with tears. Why was this happening? Was Patton gonna outgrow his house at this rate? What will happen if he canât fit in his house anymore? Will...Will Patton have to sleep out in the streets or in a forest?
Logan came sprinting over. âWhat happened- oooh. I seeâŠâ Logan muttered. Patton whimpered and sniffed. Upon hearing that, Logan ran up and hugged him. Logan was a couple feet shorter than him, but it still felt like a secure hug nonetheless. âI can see how distressing it is to be growing. Especially when you wanted to be shrinking.â Logan told him.
Patton whimpered again and nodded. When they broke away from the hug, Patton removed his glasses and wiped the tears away.
âHowever, we can be thankful that your glasses have grown along with your body throughout this process.â Logan mentioned.
Patton bit his lip and looked away, but nodded. He supposed thatâs true.
Logan could tell it was gonna be hard to calm down after this experience. Pattonâs pants had become capri pants, and his shirt was now a longer crop top. Noticing the crop top ended up giving Logan an idea. But, he wouldâve had to wait a while before he executed it.
âLetâs sit down.â Logan suggested. Patton nodded and sat down. âDo you want Virgil here?â Logan asked.
Patton immediately nodded. âYes please.â
Logan got up and walked out to the kitchen. There, Virgil was eating a chocolate chip like a giant kisses piece. âCan you come help? Patton grew again.â Logan asked.
Virgil choked on his chocolate. âWhat?!â Virgil put down the chocolate chip and jumped into Loganâs hand. âHow?!â Virgil asked.
Logan walked himself and Virgil over to the room and sat down. Logan placed Virgil onto Pattonâs knees. âDelivery for Patton.â
Patton looked down and smiled for the first time that morning. âHi Virgil.â Pattonâs smile didnât last long as he realized just how much smaller Virgil looked compared to Patton. âYou...Youâre too small now.â Patton told him, his eyes welling up with tears again.
Virgil climbed up Patton and hugged him. Patton smiled a bit and hugged him back. âItâs okay, Patton. I still love you, giant or not.â Virgil told him.
Patton nodded his head, but was still feeling down.
âWanna know something?â Virgil asked. Patton nodded. âNo one is ever going to be able to get onto your level.â Virgil told him. Patton chuckled and hugged him more. Patton started petting Virgilâs back with his finger, causing Virgil to melt into the touch. Soon, Virgil climbed right onto Pattonâs shoulder and climbed onto his head. âLook! Iâm taller than you!â Virgil declared.
Patton smiled and giggled a little. âYup. At this rate, youâre gonna be taller than Iâll ever be.â Patton told him. Virgil laughed and jumped into Pattonâs shirt. âHey! What do you think youâre dohohoihihing- WAHAHAHAIT! NAHAHAHAT AHAHAGAHAHAHAIN!â Patton laughed.
Virgil popped out from the bottom of the shirt. âYes again! You need more love and laughter in your life! And if jokes donât work, I will tickle it out of you.â Virgil told him.
Patton shook his head. âIhihiâm gohohonna gehet yohohohou fihihirst, you little buhuhuggeheher!â Patton warned, reaching for him. Virgil quickly hid inside his shirt and blew a raspberry onto the side of his belly button. âNoooOOOOHOHOHOHO!â Patton laughed. âIhihihi feheheheel lihihike yohohouâre a tihihiny puhuhurrihihing kihihihittyhyhyhyhy!â Patton giggled.
Virgil eyed up Logan, who had left the room and kept the door open a crack. Then, Virgil smirked at Patton. âThatâs good. I want you to feel my loving kitty purrs.â He blew another little raspberry onto the left side of his belly button and tickled inside the belly button. Patton giggled and laughed under him. But, Virgil wasnât done.
âHey Patton!â Virgil called.
Patton looked down. âYeheheheah?â
Virgil giggled. âI can fit in your belly button better! Before the belly button was a bit snug. But now:â Virgil crawled into his belly button and hung out inside it. âI can fit perfectly inside it!â
Patton squealed and giggled loudly as he kicked his feet. He was soooo mean! How dare he sneak himself in his belly button again! Patton grabbed his ball-tipped pen and removed the shirt from his belly, revealing Virgil. Then, Patton started poking and tickling Virgilâs tiny belly with the pen.
Virgil squealed and grabbed the pen with his hand. âNuh-uh. No way.â Virgil warned. But, he had a smirk on his face that told him otherwise. So, Patton used Virgilâs grip to his advantage and lifted Virgil right out of his belly button! Then, Patton laid him down onto his abs and started poking his belly again. âP-Pahatton, nooo!â
Patton smirked and kept poking him and lightly scritching the pen around. âTickle tickle!â
Virgil grabbed the end of the pen again and pushed against it. âNoooooo! Stohohop!â Virgil ordered.
Patton giggled. âWhy should I when itâs what you want?â Patton asked.
Virgil finally let go of the pen and stretched himself out. âFihihine. Buhuhut behehe cahaharefuhul-â
Virgil gasped and squeaked suddenly! Did-Did Patton just happen to find his belly button?! To make matters worse (or better), Patton had a huge grin on his face. âPat...Doooonât you dare go for my belly button. Iâm warning you!â Virgil warned.
Patton poked his belly button anyway, and caused Virgil to burst out laughing. âI thought the point of tickle attacks was that threats just hide your secret love for being tickled?â Patton asked.
âNOHOHOT TRUHUHUHUE!â Virgil yelled back.
Patton lifted an eyebrow and removed the pen. Virgilâs laughter turned to giggles, but his giggles couldnât hide the look of hurt on his face. His face could perfectly read âWhy would you stop? Why do you do such hurtful things to me?â. Patton just bursted out laughing at that and resumed tickling his belly button. âWhat did I tell ya?â Patton teased. âYou love it just as much as I do!â
Virgil wiggled and squirmed around, yet managed to keep himself from curling up or covering his stomach in any way. âIHIHIHIHI- OHOHOKAHAHAHAY YEHEHEHEHEAH, YOHOHOHOUâRE RIHIHIHIGHT.â Virgil replied.
Patton laughed. âI KNEW IT!â Patton declared proudly. âThe whole world must know! VIRGIL THE TINY SIDE LIKES BEING TICKLED!â Patton declared even louder.
Virgil kicked his legs wildly. âSHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUHUP! PAHAHATTOHOHON DOHOHOES TOHOHOHO!â Virgil yelled back.
Patton gasped in offense, but quickly giggled. âYouâre right. I do!â Patton replied before resuming his tickle attack.
Virgil laughed and rolled back and forth on his abs. It tickled so much! How could a single pen tickle this much?
It took a while, But Virgil soon remembered something: He was laying on top of Pattonâs abs which were right near his belly! He could easily tickle his belly and abs to get him to stop and finally get revenge! So, Virgil did just that: He rolled onto his belly, tickled his abs with both his hands and blew a raspberry onto his abs as well.
Patton squealed and giggled happily. âHEhehehehey! Hohohohow dahahahare!â Patton giggled.
Virgil just blew yet another raspberry onto his abs. âOh, I dare!â
Patton covered his mouth and muffled his happy giggles as he lightly kicked his heels against the ground. âIhihihihit tihihihihihicklehehehes!â Patton told him.
Virgil got up onto his knees and blew a BIG raspberry onto his belly! âReally? Iâm surprised someone as big as you, would be so affected by something as ticklish as this:â Virgil blew his 5th of 6th raspberry in the last 25 minutes, right onto his abs again.
Patton bursted into giggle snorts almost immediately, and shook his head back and forth. âYOHOHOHOUR RAHAHAHASPBEHEHERRIHIHIES TIHIHIHICKLE MOHOHORE THAHAHAN YOHOHOU THIHIHINK!â Patton yelled back at him.
Virgil giggled. âNo. I suppose you wouldnât. Unless:â Virgil grabbed Pattonâs pen from his hand and held it like a wooden fighting stick.
âNooooo! Myhy pehehen!â Patton whined. âGihihive it bahahack!â
âNo. Itâs my precious now.â Virgil started using the pen to his advantage and started poking the point of the pen on his belly and in his belly button.
âReally? It tickles? A pen is capable of tickling someone? Who woulda thunk?â Virgil teased.
Patton just laughed more at that reply.
âYou know what I think would tickle more?â Virgil asked. Patton shook his head. âNo?! Well I am hurt!â Virgil reacted. âWell, Iâm gonna tell you anyway because screw you.â Virgil cleared his throat. âWhat I was gonna say, was that:â Virgil walked up to Pattonâs belly button and started dipping the pen in. âtrying to color the inside of your belly button with the pen, would tickle so much more!â Virgil teased.
Patton yelped in horror and quickly grabbed Virgil. âNohohoho! Nohoho wahahahay yohohouâre dohohoing that!â Patton warned.
Virgil just smirked. âI thought the point of tickle attacks was that threats just hide your secret love for being tickled?â Virgil quoted perfectly.
Patton widened his eyes and dropped his jaw. Did Virgil just quote him?!
Virgil quickly jumped into Pattonâs belly button and started coloring in the bottom of it. Pattonâs belly button was more flat, meaning he was perfectly capable of doing this. The penâs ink would often cut off, but Virgil didnât care about that. The point of this whole endeavor was that itâs supposed to tickle like crazy!
Patton threw his head back and laughed hysterically through the entire thing. This was just like the last time: he was too afraid to buck or squirm around because he might wind up hurting the tiny man. But Virgil wasnât afraid of that. Virgil was being just as careful.
Virgil was also being careful that he didnât overdo his tickle attack and cause Patton to pass out. That would be the last thing he would wanna do to him. He was trying to cheer Patton up! Not make him suffer!
So, Virgil stopped tickling him and soon crawled out of Pattonâs belly button. Patton was a mess of panting and giggling, and his giggles only increased from Virgil walking on the giant. Patton looked up for a few seconds, and wrapped a finger around Virgilâs back.
Virgil, feeling excited for a back rub, laid his head down and got comfy. And just as Virgil predicted, Patton started rubbing and massaging his back with his finger. It felt so nice! Virgil melted to the touch almost immediately and even eventually started purring! Patton giggled at the purring feeling on his belly and continued his back rubbing for a little while as he laid there. Pattonâs giggling was slightly shaking Virgil, causing a type of comfy, moving bed for the little guy.
Virgil was in heaven. And Patton was giggly and all cheered up! What better ending could you ask for?
Soon enough, Logan walked into the room with both boys asleep. He put a blanket onto Pattonâs legs, and placed a tinier blanket onto Virgil. Finally, Logan left the boys to sleep in the room and continued on with his day.
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15. âBe my pillow.â19. âI wonât stop poking you until you give me attention.â
"Be my pillow." Was all Virgil said before he collapsed onto Roman's chest.
"What?" Roman wondered aloud as he watched the borrower do this. Virgil didn't respond as he curled up in the warmth that Roman extruded. "Virgil." Roman tried, but his infintesimal friend just ignored him as he used his eyes to sleep. "Virgil, I have classes." Roman tried to reason, once more, getting no response. "Virgil." Roman poked him. Virgil just craned his back away from the giant finger, giving Roman an idea. An idea that made him smile mischievously. "Virgil," Roman started as he began to continuously poke the borrower. "Virgil, Virgil, Virgil-" He kept repeating their name as he poked them, Virgil just kept scooting further across Roman's chest trying to escape. âI wonât stop poking you until you give me attention.â Roman teased.
"No." Virgil whined, finally saying something. Except this came with an action of rebuttal, as Virgil grabbed Roman's finger the next pole that came. Roman just used this to his advantage as he lifted the borrower off of his chest with his finger.
"C'mon, you can use my pocket as a pillow." Roman conceded as he sat up.
"No, pocket too small." Virgil argued in his sleep deprived state.
"I gotta go buddy." Roman tried.
"Nooooooo-" Virgil whined being cut off as Roman placed him into his pocket. He was never going to let his storm cloud live this down.
Summary: Virgil, a small and anxious pixie, goes out alone to scavenge for food only to find himself in the hands of a tall and not-so-gentle human intent on bringing him home as a gift to his boyfriends.
Words: 2670
(Warnings: Anxiety, treating people as pets, kidnapping, Character blacking out and other person thinking they died)
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I stretch my arms as I yawn out, popping my back in the presses. I lean back and use my hands to rub out my sore wings, having slept on them weird. They flutter a bit as I try to wake up, the morning light shining through one of the small windows in my tree home hits them causing flashes of rainbow light to bounce off the walls.
A small smile crosses my face as I pull off the thick gray long sleeved shirt I wear to bed and change into a simple black tunic, the tunic itself being a little loose around the sleeves and neck, not that I really cared.
I walk across my dark hollow I call home, the whole room only being about a foot long and a half in human measurements. Sure itâs small, but Iâve never really liked large spaces, they make me feel overwhelmed.
There is a shard of broken mirror resting against the dark oaken wall, and I glance at myself in its reflection, taking specific notice in my hair that I try to tame with my fingers, not being very successful. I had given my brush to my cousin a few days ago for him to fix, and am yet to get it back from the forest fairy.
âDamn EmileâŠâ I mutter to myself, cursing the kind fairy as I continue to struggle with my hair. The handle had been broken a small while ago, but it still worked its purpose. Which unfortunately wasnât good enough for my green winged friend.
I donât have great luck in flattening it down, and only seem to tame it a small amount. A few stray black strands continue to stick out, causing me to let out an annoyed sigh. I also notice a small amount of dark purple peeking out from my roots, reminding me that I need to get Emile to cut and re-dye it for me. Iâve never been too great at things like that, and last time I tried I almost cut my ear off and also left my arms up to my elbows dyed black. It didnât wash out for a full month, and I got quite the earful from my older cousin, who acts more like my parent.
Always telling me to be careful, avoid humans, elves and other large creatures, never fly into Fae circles, stay out of the rain, remember to eat, and blah blah blah.
Heâs way too protective of me, but I guess he has a reason to be, him being a fairy and me being a pixie. Itâs easy to tell the difference, since fairies are two inches taller then pixies and itâs a well known fact that pixies are much more fragile than fairies. And much more rare, which is why I live in the middle of a dense forest, while Emile lives a little ways away and has to fly to see me.
I give up on trying to fix my hair and itâs not like anyone is going to see me. But thinking of my older cousin did remind me that Iâm almost out of food and water. It rained a few days ago, but almost nothing ever reaches the mossy forest floor through the trees, and whatever did has dried up by now, meaning I have to go out to get supplies.
âUuuugghhhâŠ.â I groan out as I rub my face. I hate leaving my house, I wish I could just stay here forever. But a main reason I picked my home to be here is itâs not too far from a small pond, hidden between some trees. But an even bigger plus is whatâs right across the pond, where large berry bushes sprout. They hold all types of berries, making it the perfect spot to get food all year round.
It's secluded enough that no real predators are able to get to it, but just in-secluded enough for me to be able to walk there in about 20-30 minutes. I could fly but that draws too much attention to me, and I prefer walking over flying anyways.
I wish I was a fairy if Iâm being honest, like Emile. His wings and body are much larger than mine, as I stand at a small 4 inches while he stands at a whopping 6. His wings are a light green color, looking like butterflies and they allow him to glide through the air instead of mine, which are thin, almost completely see through. They shimmer when light touches them, and they hold thin silver highlights that seem to emphasize their fragility. I always try to tuck them away, knowing of the horror stories of pixies who had gotten caught by humans, their wings torn off and used for jewelry or a collectors item, while they get thrown into a cage to live out the rest of their lives.
Another thing I happen to be jealous of is Emileâs skin tone. He holds a nice peach color that often ends up tanned due to him spending so much of his free time outside with the other creatures of his small section of forest. Pixies are known to be on the paler side, but I am almost sickly pale due to almost never getting sunlight, along with the patches of light and dark purple littering my skin, the most prominent ones being on my forearms and on both sides of my face.
I sigh again, putting on some platform shoes Emile had made me, grabbing a large bag I can throw over my shoulder, along with another bag stuffed inside to hold the water as I get ready to leave the house.
I put a small cloak on as well, using the hood to cover my hair, and to make it easier to camouflage, since I happen to pop out against the brown and lush green environment of the forest.
I use my feet to push up and leap my way up and out of the small room, my wings being open and fluttering slightly to help my balance.
There is one thing that Emile was jealous of me for, and that was the fact that even though pixies arenât great or fast fliers like fairies, we can jump significantly higher than almost all fairies and on ground we are incredibly fast on our feet, which is another reason I prefer walking to flying.
I jump over the wall of my room and use my wings to lower myself onto the mossy forest floor. I stretch out my wings again before looking up and rubbing my eyes, trying to get used to the bright light coming from above the tree line high above. The sun feels warm against my skin, and itâs only slightly humid.
âI really need to get out more.â I say to myself as I adjust my bag and begin the trek towards the pond. I stick to walking near the trees instead of the few natural open paths, making it easy to leap up incase of any dangerous animals came towards me, and partially because Iâm paranoid.
Wouldnât be the first time somethings tried to eat meâŠ.
I continue walking, humming a quiet tune to ease my mind, as I always feel anxious walking outside by myself. I end up being alert the whole time, feeling as though Iâm being watched. Of course Iâm not being watched and I know that. No sane person would ever just walk into an enchanted forest, everyone knew that. Not to mention where I live is a good way into the forest, miles away from any human or elf towns.
I stop my humming abruptly as I hear a ruffle of leaves above me to the right, and my eyes shoot over to the area immediately. My breath stops as I try to stay as quiet and still as physically possible. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I let out a shaky sigh, allowing my muscles to relax.
It was probably the wind. Or a bird.
I shiver at the thought. Birds are the worst and one of the only predators a pixie canât just fly away from.
I start speed walking towards the pond. Being by the large open water always calmed my nerves. There were no fish or kelpies and thank god there arenât any mermaids or any type of aquatic animals living in the deep water for that matter. But I have seen a deer or two around the area, along with the water spirits that inhabit the clear waters. They let me take water as long as I give them something in return, which is normally a berry or two extra I grab from the bush on the other side of the lake. Itâs not a lot, but I think they know I canât carry much as it is.
I see the pond behind some long grass and my face lights up, as my anxiety seems to melt away. I always was at my calmest at the pond and my paranoid nature would be put on hold until I got home.
I smile as I walk towards the body of fresh water coming towards the edge, easily seeing my reflection in the clear surface.
Pixies and fairies canât exactly swim, and if even a little water gets on our wings we become temporarily grounded and unable to fly. I donât really worry about that when coming here, I mean, now anywaysâŠ
I slowly got over that fear a year or so ago,
I had been giving the water spirits berries in exchange for water for a while at that point, until one day I had gotten frightened and lost my footing causing me to fall straight into the depth below. I thought I was going to drownâŠ.
That was until I heard soft, echoing voices and the light above the water became brighter, the next thing I knew I woke up on the grass next to the pond and my satchel filled with fresh water. I made sure to put double the amount of berries into the pond that dayâŠ
I pull out my spare bag and unscrew the lid near the top before lowering it into the water and waiting for it to fill.
A few stray ripples in the blue water come towards me, causing small waves against my bag. I smile at it, making small talk. From anyone elseâs view it would seem like Iâm crazy and talking to myself, but I know that the water spirits appreciate conversation.
Once my bag is full I pull it away from the water and screw on the lid, while thanking the spirits.Â
I use my cloak to dry off the outside of the pouch before placing my water bag inside my larger bag. Sure itâs heavy, but I donât have anywhere to be at the moment, so Iâll take my time.
I sigh and begin the tiring trek around the pond. It takes longer than I would like to get to the berry bushes, but the sound of the soft water makes for a quiet and calming walk. Around this time of year, the path to the other side of the pond is extended. While the rain might not make it through the forest where I live, it does here, making the edges of the pond muddy and dangerous.
I walk deeper into the forest, making a big semi circle around the muddy area. I decide to walk deeper, enjoying the fresh air and the small breeze that causes my hood to almost fly off, but I fortunately catch it and pull it back onto my face.
I walk a straight line between a few of the trees, a content smile on my face, while starting to hum quietly to myself again. I close my eyes for a second as I walk, a hand crossing over on the strap of my bag, but when I open them slightly I notice a large dark shadow covering me. I look up quickly to see a large hand coming towards me.
Out of instinct I immediately drop my bag and jump backwards just in time for another hand to rush at me and I barely make it out of the way. I use the hand to push myself into the air, my wings immediately getting to work as I go to fly upwards, trying to put as much distance between me and the stranger.
âCrap!-â
I donât get more than a few feet before I narrowly avoid another hand, this one coming at me so quickly that instead of grabbing me, it barely manages to snag my cloak with itâs nail, but it lets out a loud âriiiiiiiiiiiipâ that seems to echo out into the otherwise quiet forest.
That momentary distraction is all it takes for the two large hands to harshly cup around me, shadowing me into darkness. Once it grips on I start to struggle, thrashing and screeching in itâs hold, my feet kicking against its palms. This only seems to anger it as its grip tightens to an almost suffocating hold, I whimper as the grip pushes my arms together, my chest feeling like itâs going to explode as tear prick the corners of my eyes.
My wings sting against the calloused hands and I can feel him start to move quickly causing me to bump around against the mini prison, murmurs of someone's voice heard somewhere outside as my vision starts to swim, so I do the only reasonable thing I could think of.
I bite down. Hard.
I draw blood easily and the second the hand opens I launch myself out towards the light ahead of me, adrenaline and fear fueling my movements as I see the hand try to reach out to me before I see it pushing down, taking me with it.
All I see is the hand and the forest floor rushing up to greet me before Iâm slammed onto it, the weight of the hand crushing me and knocking the wind out of my chest before everything in sight is covered in black pools and eventually nothingâŠ.
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I groan from my place on the ground, having tripped over my own feet when reaching for the winged mini-person. My boyfriend Logan was always fascinated with fairies so when I saw it just walking around I figured it would make a great âIâm-Sorry-I-Accidentally-Lit-The-Bathroom-On-Fireâ gift.
I hadn't expected the thing to bite me though. Or sting me, I donât know which one it was but it hurts like a bitch. I hope they're not poisonousâŠ. But then again if they are, my boyfriends will have to take care of meâŠ.. I shake my head to get rid of the thought, looking around for the little thing that has caused me so much trouble.
I look to where my hand is planted on the ground, and I try to keep it steady as I wipe a bit of dirt that had gotten on my green throw over that Patton had made me bring incase it got cold.
I scoop up the little being with both of my hands in a little pocket, making sure not to crush it and bring it up to my eyes before slowly opening my hands, allowing me to look at it.
I can see itâs pale skin, dark messy hair and clearly ripped cloak, along with some patches of purple throughout their body. But the most striking part are its wings, not like any fairies Iâd ever heard of, and once the light catches them they seem to burst with colorsâŠ
âLogan is going to love this!â I mutter to myself.
But then I notice something else strange. The once feisty and screeching fairy wasnât struggling, heck it wasnât moving at all!Â
My body jumps when I realize this, and I nearly drop the little person, my eyes widen in panic as I end up blurting out,
Roman was reading over his lines when he noticed it.
The silence.
Looking away from the M play, he stood up and stretched before searching the house.
Bedrooms clean and clear, Kitchen spotless, laundry is clear, and now as he stands in the playroom, just as he was going to panic a small rustle alerted him to what he was searching for.
A small toddler was curled up in a tight ball holding a weighted blanket and a Lilo and stitch book in the oversized beanbag chair.
Roman smiled and took a quick picture of his son, being this cute should be illegal.
Roman then moved on to the kitchen to make his little Dark Prince a snack before dinner.
Virgil had been with him for an entire year and this is the first time he fell asleep in a semi-acceptable place!
Roman prepared apple slices, carefully cutting the way Virgil likes them. Then took extra care to position the sippy cup to an exact 30° angle, which was natural for him now.
He didn't notice his child toddle in until he felt a familiar weight on the back of his legs, "V? Are you ok sweetheart?"
"Seepy."
Roman smiled, already hearing the eyes being rubbed. He put two carrot sticks next to the apples, "Oh, do you not want a snack before I start dinner?"
Feeling a small tug on his pants, Roman turned to see Virgil looking up at him with wide eyes, "apepels? Purple juice?"
Roman nodded, "Apples and purple juice, wanna snack kiddo?"
Virgil nodded and went to his little kid table, strictly for snacks as Roman says.
As Roman gave his son his snack, he thought about how he got here and smiled. Because there is nothing he would trade in the world for Virgil.
