The Black Swan

A Thomas Sanders Sanders sides fanfiction. 29F(?)

[pas-de-duex]

The Black Swan Masterlist

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapters 18

Chapters 19 and 20 coming soon!

[pas-de-duex]

Anaroceit Week Day 1: Cards

The Great Hall has held many a meetings of the suits.

Janus imagined this one was the most interesting

Janus could hear Virgil muttering to himself as he swung open the doors to The Great Hall. 

“Either speak up or say nothing, Virgil. The other Suits won’t tolerate gossip.”

He could practically see Virgil roll his eyes.

“Sorry, m’lord. I was just… nevermind.” 

Virgil pulled out the chair with a Spade engraved into it, and Janus gracefully sat down. 

“Please, feel free to share Virgil. You know I value your expertise.” 

It was true. Virgil was the only person Janus trusted in this world. They had been through everything together. From living in the streets to the royal palace, Virgil had stayed by Janus’s side through it all. 

If he didn’t know better, he’d say they were in love with each other. 

“I was just thinking, m’lord, why would the Ancient Kings build this place? We can meet anywhere! Why not spend the money and resources bettering their kingdoms? Were there no people to feed? No homes needing rebuilding? No-”

Virgil was cut off by the doors opening once again. 

“King Janus! How lovely it is to see you again.” 

Janus stood and bowed to the King and Queen of Clubs. 

“Emile, Remy. Pleasure seeing you both again as well.” 

Remy sat in the chair next to Janus, and leaned in towards the new king. “Are you nervous, King Janus? Don’t be. The other Royals are fabulous. Not as fabulous as me, though.” 

Janus made a small glance at Virgil, who was smiling like a fool. They both remembered how Remy loved to hear himself talk. 

All the better that Emilie loved to listen. 

The other royals soon flowed into the Great Hall. Patton, the King of Hearts, along with Logan, his knight, followed by the Mysterious King of Diamonds. 

The King of Diamonds was the only Royal who hadn’t attended Janus’s coronation last month. The other suits all stated that wasn’t unusual, as he was a very secretive man. He didn’t share much at their meetings, only that his kingdom was always thriving more than it had the year before. 

Janus hoped he had the paperwork to back it up. 

Janus proceeded with the typical polite greetings, but settled quickly once Emile called to order. 

As the King of Clubs, Emile technically held the highest rank among them, followed by the Diamonds, the Hearts, and of course, The Spades. 

“Thank you, thank you all for joining us here today. As we all know, The Great Hall was built by The Ancient Kings as a place for us to meet. To discuss our kingdoms and their growth-”

The doors swung open, interrupting Emile. 

The King of Diamonds immediately rose. 

Janus eyed the men who had interrupted them. 

They were clearly brothers, possibly even twins. One was wearing what Janus considered rags. The other… The other was clad in an off-white coat, a red sash, and had his hair tied up in a matching red ribbon. Janus couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was, even in his simple attire. The one in white began striding over to the King of Diamonds, who quickly put himself between the men and the other Kings. 

“How dare you interrupt…this is… for royalty only!” Were the only words Janus was able to hear. 

“Unluckily for you, I am one.” 

The man pushed past the King of Diamonds and placed a scroll on the table. 

“Great Kings and Queens of the land, I am Roman, newly elected King of the Bells.” 

Janus shared another look with Virgil, who now had his hand on his sword. 

“You have most likely never heard of us. We Bells are said to be descendants of The Great Falconers, who were renowned in ancient times as heroes of the realm, even before The Ancient Kings.”

Janus listened to the man intently. 

“We Bells have been oppressed for too long! He-” Roman pointed to the King of Diamonds. “He has kept us in oppression! Our men, women, children, staring to death in the streets! We are denied homes, left out of schools, and sacrifice our health every day in his mines! I am here, begging you, please. Help me rescue my people from his evil clutches.” 

Janus took the scroll the man had thrown down. He carefully broke the seal and unraveled it, reading the words within. 

It was indeed an election result. These ‘Bells’ had declared Roman their king. He passed the scroll to Remy, who passed it to Emile. The King of Clubs read over it, then looked to the King of Diamonds. 

“Abner, is this true?”

“Of course not, my liege! Roman, he’s a young, poor, confused boy. He’s always attempted to say he’s a part of these… ‘Bells’! He’s come to my court hollering about this, this nonsense for years with no results!”

Janus raised an eyebrow at that. “Well, if he’s come through your court, surely your Jack will recall him? Help us clear all this up?” 

“Of course! Toby!” The King of Diamonds, Abner, yelled for his Jack. 

Toby quickly scrambled into the great hall. His eyes nervously flickered between his King and Roman. 

“Toby. Do you recognize this man?” Emile asked. 

“Um, yes my liege.” Toby replied. 

“And who is he?” 

“This is… this is Roman, your majesty. He comes to our court often.” 

“To which suit does he pledge his allegiance?” Janus asked. 

He watched Toby nervously glance at his King, who gave him a stern glare in return.

“He… he is a Bell, my liege.” Toby gave one last glance to King Abner. “As… as am I.” 

Toby slowly sank back and took Roman’s brother's hand. 

“Well then, this is a very serious matter then. Abner, if you truly have been hurting these people, then-” 

Abner interrupted Emile by slapping Toby across the face. 

“You traitor! I cannot believe-”

“Abner! This is unnecessary! Guards! Guards!” 

Virgil drew his sword and quickly pulled Janus behind him as the guards crowded around The King of Diamonds. 

“Fools! You all will regret this! All of you!”

The King waved his hands, and in a puff of smoke, he disappeared. 

[anxiousgaypanicking]

u guys in the fandom are so nice to me i love u

[pas-de-duex]

Well… I did a thing…

Won’t be posting it here because I want my blog to be relatively sfw but uhhh I did just post some smut on ao3. Ya’ll can thank @anxiousgaypanicking for encouraging me, and for allowing me to write something inspired by their story, What You Need.

You can find their story here

And mine here

Uhhh… hope you all enjoy. Thanks.

[princerowansfaeriecourt]

BloodLust

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Roman seeks out Virgil after ‘Embarrassing Phases’ with a proposition.

He needs his brains fucked out by a vampire, and Virgil is happy to comply.

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Pairing: Prinxiety

Word Count: 4399

kinks: Vampires, biting, 'roleplay' (sorta)

Warnings:

Biting, blood

Notes:

Hi!! This is a super fun fic because I worked on it with @pas-de-duex ! I'm super excited to share it with you guys, we alternated writing random sections to do this, hopefully it won't be too obvious when reading :3 I hope you enjoy!

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Roman stormed through the mindscape. He has barely even managed to remove his own Halloween costume in his haste.

The filming had been… overwhelming, and not for any reasons you may think, with the others going on about different phases in Thomas's life, Virgil trying to scare them, screaming over and over, no that was fine. 

The hard part was trying to act normal when Virgil was right there looking drop dead gorgeous in his vampire costume, with his fangs and the fake blood running down his chin… Roman had barely been able to contain himself during the video, and now that it was over… well, let's just say now he was on a mission. 

Roman stormed to Virgil's room, knocking rapidly on the door before pushing it open without waiting for an answer. 

“Virgil!” He called into the space, before seeing the emo half out of costume already, damnit, he turned around in shock just as he was removing his shirt. 

“Roman?” He practically yelped, “You ever heard of knocking?” 

“Yes but this is urgent -” Roman said quickly, striding over to Virgil and letting the door swing closed behind him. Virgil looked down at him, eyes wide. 

“What is it? Did something happen?” He asked quickly, worry pulling at the corner of his mouth - he was still wearing the fangs, Roman had never wanted to kiss him so badly. 

*No,” Roman said, taking a deep breath, “I need you to put that costume back on and fuck me senseless.” 

Aside from Romans heavy breathing, the room was completely silent for a long moment. 

“...what?” 

—-

When Roman was involved, Virgil knew, generally, to expect something on the whackier side to happen. 

Roman tended to be the one who caused shenanigans, and if a prank was pulled around the mindscape you could almost guarantee it was his or someone's revenge prank on him.

Safe to say, when Roman bursts into your room at full speed, you don’t expect anything normal to come out of his mouth. 

Virgil, however, apparently did not think weirdly enough when predicting what the Prince would say. His oversight left him bluescreening for a whole minute, shirt halfway down his arms where he had been taking it off just moments before Roman burst in, leaving him shirtless and facing down the determined looking ball of creativity. 

“... what? ” Virgil asked, trying to keep his tone as even and normal as he possibly could. Roman just repeated what he had said. 

Never, not once in his entire existence, had Virgil expected the words “I need you to fuck me senseless” to be directed at him. Let alone from Roman.

“You’re joking,” Virgil said, deadpan as he came to his senses, that must be it, this was a terrible prank of some kind.

“Virgil - I have never been more serious about anything in my life and if you don’t say no I’m gonna drag you to the imagination and give you a vampire castle and get you to fuck me,” Roman said, “Look - I wasn’’t scared earlier because I was trying not to let on how goddamn attracted to you I was - so just-”

“I don’t… understand-” Virgil said, wavering.

“You, vampire, sexy,” Roman said, “And I need my brains fucked out while you look like that this goddamn minute.”

Virgil felt like he was going to pass out. 

“You… you want-”

If Virgil’s brain was functioning properly, he would have laughed when Roman stomped his foot and crossed his arms. 

“You heard me. So? Are we going to do this or what?”

“I-I’ve never, uh, Roman? Can we slow down here?” Virgil’s breathing became a bit more laboured. “I think- I think I-”

--- 

Roman’s eyes widened as he realised what was happening. 

“Hey hey it's okay. It’s okay. Let's sit down.” He gently guided Virgil to sit on his bed. “What’s happening Virgil?” 

Virgil took a few deep breaths and put his head in his hands. 

“I-I’ve never… done… sex.” 

“What?” 

“I- I mean I guess I have. Cause Thomas has… you know. But I myself have never-”

“Oh, I’m sorry Virgil. I probably came on way too strong. If you don’t want to I understand -”

“Oh no! No no no no no! I want to, Roman. I want to have sex. Especially with you. But I’m just,” Virgil laid back on his bed. “I just don’t wanna mess it up, you know?”

Roman laid down beside him. “I mean, if you want, I guess I could teach you? Well, teach isn’t the right word… I could… I don’t know… show you what to do?”

“That… that would be nice. Thank you Roman.”

Roman could hardly contain his joy. He sprang up out of the bed and immediately made a beeline for the door. 

“Uh, Roman?”

“Meet me in the imagination! One hour!” He stopped and leaned seductively on the doorframe. “Wear the vampire costume.”

He watched Virgil nod before taking off down the hallway. 

Brimming with excitement, Roman rushed into the imagination. He had to get everything perfect, especially if this was going to be Virgil's first time - and he was so happy to have that honour. 

But they needed a set, and he'd promised Virgil a vampire castle. The creation came easily and an hour passed without him even realising. He barely had time to prepare himself. When he felt Virgil entering the imagination, he immediately rushed down to meet him, now wearing a loose, poet shirt and plain pants. 

—

Virgil was, understandably, nervous as he approached the imagination doors. He was in his vampire costume, as instructed. He hadn't put the fake fangs back in because he'd assumed they'd be in the way, but he'd redone his makeup and made sure the costume looked perfect. He wanted to do this right. 

When he finally worked up the courage to go through the doors, he felt a tingly sensation wash over him. It was familiar - Roman's silly quest thing he did - but also different from normal… somehow he could tell how worked up Roman was just from the way the imagination buzzed around him, and how odd was that?

What was also odd was the now sharp fangs in his mouth, which he'd noticed when he caught himself biting his lip. He also had a really weird craving for blood .. had Roman's hornyness turned him into an actual vampire?? What the hell-

Roman appeared mere seconds later, not leaving him time to think too much about it. The Prince gasped when he saw him, rushing up and immediately cupping his face. 

“Oh you look gorgeous…” Roman said, sounding oddly in awe. Unable to think of something good to say, Virgil simply leaned down to kiss him. 

Roman’s arms slid his arms around Virgil’s neck, and Virgil awkwardly put his hands on Roman’s hips. Roman let out a small chuckle, then pulled away from the kiss.

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” Virgil asked.

Roman shook his head. “No, you just need to relax! I know that’s tough for you sometimes,” he placed a gentle kiss on Virgil's cheek, then leaned in to whisper into his ear. “So how about I help you out a little bit?” 

Virgil nodded his consent. Roman took his hand and led him down a small stone pathway, all the way to an ancient looking  stone castle. 

“Oh wow…” 

“Do you like it?” 

“Your creativity never ceases to amaze me.” 

Roman laughed. “Well, I am Creativity, after all! Alright, go inside and get yourself acquainted with the place.” He waved his hand, and an ornate bat-shaped iron knocker appeared in his hand. “In a few minutes I’ll knock on the door using this. Then the fun will truly start. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

Virgil opened the large wooden doors, and gave Roman a small salute before heading inside.

“You know what to say if you want to stop, right?” 

Virgil nodded, then shut the doors behind him. 

Green for go, yellow for slow down or take a break, and red for Stop. He thought to himself. 

He took a deep breath. 

He could do this. 

—-

Roman wanted to give Virgil plenty of time, buuuttt he was also bursting with anticipation. He tried to quell it by weaving intricate rain clouds only he would see, (well, maybe Remus would see them. He knew he saw his brother in the forest eating the leaves off of the trees earlier. If he was still there, he would see the clouds.) but it didn’t matter. He needed to get wet.

After he released the final cloud, he snapped his fingers and allowed the clouds to soak him in rain. He attached the bat shaped knocker to the door, then pulled it once, twice, three times. 

Virgil appeared a moment later, with a candle in his hand. He looked confused, glancing between the clouds above and Romans soaked form. Giving him a reassuring smile, Roman quickly got into character. 

“I am but a weary traveller - seeking shelter from this terrible storm,” Roman said, and a look of realisation crossed over Virgil's face when he realised what was going on, “Will you let me stay for the night?” 

—

Let it be known, Virgil was not an actor. Whenever they put on plays and stuff in Thomas's head he always ended up being tech if he had to have a role. Anxiety - stage fright - caused him to freeze up, he never knew what to say, especially not with improv.

Roman knew this very well.

So Virgil wasn't exactly expecting Roman to spring some kind of roleplay on him, though maybe he should've considering the fact that he was supposed to be playing a vampire. At least he was vaguely aware of how this plot should go, but still! Was he supposed to say something sexy? What was he supposed to say? Was Roman expecting him to come up with something good? 

But Roman was looking at him, clearly trying to keep character as a meek traveller though he was still giving Virgil a reassuring look - maybe he could try…. 

“I- uh-” Virgil started, every word he could come up with leaving his brain immediately, he licked his lips, trying not to fidget, “O-of course - come in - uh- out of the rain?” 

It wasn't good, to him his own voice almost made him wince, but Roman just smiled, faking a sigh of relief and rushing inside, Virgil stepped after him, letting the heavy door closed against the rain. 

“Thank you, good sir, I promise I won't be any trouble…” Roman batted his eyelashes at him and Virgil couldn't help but move closer, placing a hand on Roman's arm, before frowning about how the water soaking him soaked through his glove. 

“You uh- you wanna come get out of those wet clothes?” He asked, still feeling far too shy for this, but Roman still lit up and grinned. 

“I would love to,” Roman said, Virgil breathed a sigh of relief. 

Virgil silently led Roman up to the master bedroom, his cloak billowing behind him on the stairs. He turned around to make sure Roman was still behind him,  and was met with Roman, lifting his poet’s shirt up over his head. Virgil held his breath as he watched a single drop of water cascade down Roman’s abs. He wanted to take his tongue and - oh shit. 

Roman had been talking while he was fantasising. 

“Virgil? You okay? What’s your colour?”

“Gr-yellow.” He said with a sigh. 

Roman nodded and took Virgil’s hands in his own. “Do you want to stop?” 

“No! No, absolutely not. You worked so hard on this whole thing! And I really, really do want to have sex with you, but…” He sighed again. He wanted to curl up into a ball, pull his cloak over his eyes, and block out the world. But instead he took a deep breath, counted to ten, and just held on to Roman’s hands. “I… I want to do this Roman. But the acting. Role playing, whatever, is like, so not my thing. But I want this. I want to have sex with you, Roman.” 

Roman gently kissed Virgil’s head. “Thank you for telling me all this, Virgil.” He snapped his fingers, and caused a small door to appear next to them. “Would you prefer it if I did all the talking? That way, you don’t have to worry about the acting part of this? Of course, you can still say anything you want, and absolutely colour again if you need to. Does that sound good to you, love?”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah… yeah that might be better. Thank you, Roman.”

Roman gave Virgil one of his big, beautiful smiles. “Of course, Virgil. Why don’t you use this bathroom, refresh for a minute, and we can start over?”

Virgil nodded, and headed into the bathroom, giddy to try this again.

---

Roman went back outside, reset his clouds, then counted to one thousand before knocking on the door again. 

Virgil answered, once again holding a candle. Roman thought it was cute how he was committing to the role, even if he didn’t want to speak. 

“Good evening, kind stranger. I am but a weary traveller - seeking shelter from this terrible storm. Will you let me stay for the night?”

Virgil nodded, and took a step back, allowing Roman inside. 

“Thank you, good sir, I promise I won't be any trouble…” Roman batted his eyelashes at Virgil, who silently offered him his arm. Roman gladly took it, soaking Virgil’s sleeve. Virgil let out a small chuckle, then proceeded to lead Roman up the stairs. 

---

Virgil liked it this way a lot more. With Roman doing all of the talking it took the pressure to act off of him. He no longer felt so stressed that he wasn't performing well enough. 

They reached the master bedroom once more, and this time Virgil was much more confident as he backed Roman against the stone wall with a smirk on his face, Roman gasped softly. 

“Oh-!” Roman said, seeming excited, “I suppose you want payment in return for letting me stay, hmm?”

Virgil nodded, placing a hand on Romans waist and leaning down to scent his neck, letting out a pleased hum as he brushed his nose over Roman's sweet smelling skin… the imagination had made him into an actual vampire, he might as well act like it, right? Especially when it got a breathless gasp out of Roman. 

Virgil snuck his hand under Romans shirt, though it was cold and damp, which made him frown. 

“Off?” He asked, tugging gently on the shirt, Roman nodded quickly. 

“I'd absolutely love it if you got me out of these awfully wet clothes…” Roman says, leaning forward from the wall a little so that Virgil could help get the wet shirt over his head. He flung it carelessly to the side, Roman could always make a new one. 

Virgil shivered as he watched Roman attempt to get out of his tight pants, the way they clung to his skin where it gleamed with moisture, Virgil licked his lips again. He wanted to taste Roman, he wanted to kiss him, bite him… every inch of his skin, he wanted to taste what smelled so sweet.

Unable to help himself, his mouth found Romans, once again pressing him back into the wall, Roman shivered where the cold stone hit his bare back, but still he happily kissed back, pulling Virgil closer to deepen the kiss into something more passionate. Virgil hummed into it, sliding his hands from Roman's hips to wrap around him, pulling him against Virgil's own form. 

He trailed kisses down to his neck, feeling the blood rushing through Roman's veins beneath his teeth, it would be so easy…. 

Virgil shook the thoughts out of his head. Surely, Roman wouldn’t want that right away. He was hoping Roman would build up to it though. What was the point of making him an actual vampire if Roman wouldn’t want him to taste his… 

Virgil shook away the thoughts again. 

“Colour, love?” Roman asked him.

“Green. So green.”

“Well then, kind sir, why don’t we move to the bed? Surely you’d be much more comfortable, oh!”

Virgil leaned down and swept Roman off his feet, placing one hand under his knees and the other supporting his back. He took the short walk from the wall to the bed, then gently placed Roman down on the red satin sheets. 

—-

Roman hadn't been expecting Virgil to pick him up like that. But now that he had…

Roman’s mind was running wild. 

But that was for another time. Right now, he had to make sure Virgil was having a good time. He rose to his knees and slowly unbuttoned his pants, revealing the red lacy panties Roman was wearing underneath. He heard Virgil’s breath hitch, and gave the vampire a smile.

“Do you like them, sir? I wore them just for you.” 

Virgil nodded. Roman chuckled then slid his pants off, leaving him in nothing but his panties.

He could see the hunger in Virgil’s eyes. What for, he wasn’t sure. But he hoped…

Virgil caught him in a kiss before he could finish his thoughts. He moaned into Virgil’s mouth before Virgil started moving across his cheek and down his neck. 

“Oh, sir,” 

Roman laid down and pulled Virgil on top of him. Virgil happily complied, crawling over him to keep kissing at his neck. Placing his hands on Virgil’s hips, Roman couldn’t help but be momentarily upset that the other was still fully clothed, though he couldn’t think about that for long when Virgil started sucking a mark into his neck, with gentle nips and nibbles and a stroke of tongue that were driving Roman crazy, enough so that a shameless moan was drawn from his throat. 

“Fuck- Vee-” Roman said, tipping his had back. Virgil paused, giving a soft, low hum what had Roman looking up - he didn’t think he looked upset, just contemplative, Roman thought he should ask anyway, “What’re you thinking about?” Roman asked, keeping his tone light and teasing so that he would, hopefully, avoid embarrassing Virgil. Virgil still went pink at the question.

“I…” Virgil trailed off, pulling away to look down at him properly. Roman reached to tuck his hair behind his ear, making him blush even more, “I really want to bite you…”

His voice was just a whisper, but Roman heard him loud and clear - yes even over the sound of blood rushing straight to his dick at he mere suggestion.

“Please do,” Roman said, practically gasped. Virgil’s expression became far less nervous and far more excited as he leaned down to keep kissing his neck. 

Virgil took his time picking a spot, all while Roman was practically squirming in anticipation, until finally, after enough kisses and gentle licks to drive a man mad, he braced himself to bite. 

“Are you sure about this?” Virgil asked him quietly, Roman whined. 

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in the last five years Virgil-” Roman said, making Virgil chuckle lowly, the sound sending shivers down Roman’s spine.

“Alright then… you asked for it,” Virgil says with what Roman is sure was a grin on his face, before sinking his fangs into Roman’s neck. 

At first, Roman cried out in pleasurable pain - the kind of pain that made his toes curl and his hips shift - He wrapped his arms around Virgil and gently tugged him back when he went to pull away after the sound. The pain was quickly turning to pure bliss as Roman moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he focused on the feeling of Virgil’s fangs in his neck, the way he was gently sucking on the wound to drink Roman’s blood. He could feel it running down his shoulder too, and when Virgil eventually pulled away leaving Roman just slightly dizzy - both from pleasure and bloodloss - he quickly went to scoop up the rest of Roman’s blood with his tongue too. Letting out a soft happy moan when he was done.

“You taste so sweet, like strawberries dipped in chocolate - you’re delicious…” Virgil said, voice low and gruff, Roman shivered, that wasn’t fair, Virgil had asked not to talk because the whole acting thing and then he came out and said something like that? It was unfair, actually, how badly he needed Virgil to fuck him senseless right now. 

“Are you sure?” Virgil asked.

Shit, had Roman said that out loud? 

“Only the last part, about me fucking you senseless.” 

Roman groaned and covered his face with a pillow.

“I blame you! You’re so hot that my brain turns to mush.” Roman said.

Virgil chuckled. “I’m ready if you’re ready, Roman.” Virgil moved the pillow from Roman’s face. He pressed a light kiss to Roman’s nose, then his cheek. “Or I could always bite you again,” he licked a small stripe along the other side of Roman’s neck. 

Roman groaned. “No. Need you, please,” 

“As you wish,” 

Virgil quickly shed his shirt, cape, and shoes before fumbling with his pants. Roman took his hands and assisted him with the zipper, then slowly helped him step out of the pants. He pulled down Virgil’s boxers, revealing his half hard cock. 

“Fuck. Virgil, need you now-“

Virgil chuckled. “Princey, I know I’m inexperienced, but even I know you need to prep someone before having sex.” 

“Noooooo.” Roman whined. “I did it beforehand, please don’t ohhhh-“

Virgil cut him off by working a finger into Roman’s hole. 

Roman’s mind worked a mile a minute, thinking of clever things Virgil might say. He was almost thankful for the silence, as it allowed him to organize his thoughts so he could remember them later. 

“Oh, Virgil!” Roman was cut off as Virgil slipped a third finger inside. “Virge, I’m gonna- I’m gonna- ah!” 

Roman came as Virgil accidentally brushed his prostate.

“Oh, gosh, Roman,” 

“Fuck, Virgil. That was so hot.” 

“R-really?” 

“Yeah, I, wow. That was really good, Virgil.” 

“Oh, um, thanks.” Virgil started to remove his fingers, and reached for his shirt with his free hand. 

“What-what are you doing?” Roman whined at the loss of Virgil’s fingers.

“Well, you-you came. I assume you wanna clean up and get back to, uh, doing Roman things I guess?” 

“Wh-Virgil!” Roman whacked the vampire with a pillow. “You haven’t even fucked me yet! What makes you think I want this to be over?” 

“You… you came?” 

“But you didn’t!”

Virgil hadn’t thought of that. 

“But uh, won’t you be all overstimulated?” 

“Oh Virgil,” Roman pulled the vampire back on top of him. “That’s part of the fun.” 

—-

Virgil spent another moment opening Roman up before he was ready to fuck him.

“Colour, love?” Roman asked him.

“I’m green. You?” 

Roman nodded. “Same, Whenever you’re ready.”

Virgil took a deep breath, then slowly slid the tip of his cock into Roman.

“Fuck, sir!” 

He slowly slid back out. “Did I hurt you?” 

Roman shook his head. “More. Please.”

Virgil slid more of his cock into Roman, moaning as he did. 

He felt like he was in heaven.

“Roman, oh holy shit,” Virgil groaned as he sunk his cock as far as it would go into Roman, who moaned and let out a soft cry in response, “Fuck- oh- tell me when- when you're ready, okay?” 

“I'm ready now !” Roman practically whined, “Been ready for- for years Vee just fuck me already -” 

Virgil couldn't help but laugh hearing Ronan's needy, desperate pleas, “You're adorable, and impatient,” Virgil said softly, leaning forward to catch Romans lips before he could retort and slowly beginning to move. 

Bracing his hands on Romans hips, Virgil started to speed up. Moaning into each others mouths as their lips moved together. Roman flicked his tongue over Virgil's fangs - which had apparently been made incredibly sensitive if the way he stuttered in his movements had anything to say. Roman seemed far too smug about it though, so Virgil pulled away from his lips to press bruising kisses to his neck and collar as he sped up. 

Hearing the sounds Roman was making below him spurred Virgil on until he was practically pounding into him. He'd never done this before but damn did it feel good, he understood now why Roman had wanted it so badly. 

“F-fuck- Ro-” Virgil moaned into his chest, “I think- I think I'm gonna-” 

Roman didn't seem to be able to form words for a second, but when he did they came out around a moan, “Fuck - touch me, please- please Vee, I wanna come with you-” 

Virgil whined and held back the bubbling heat in his abdomen as he reached down to take Roman’s cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts until Roman came with a shout.

Finally, Virgil let himself have his orgasm, moaning through it as he filled Roman with cum, muttering incoherent nonsense to him as he pulled out and flopped down on top of him, nuzzling his face into Romans neck and panting for breath. 

“That felt so- so good,” Virgil mumbled into Roman's neck. Roman began petting his hair. 

“I'm glad,” he said, kissing the side of Virgil's head, “It felt heavenly for me too… now C'mon, we should get cleaned up before we fall asleep or we'll wake up crusty and gross, okay?” 

Virgil couldn't help but laugh, before whining into Roman’s shoulder at the prospect of getting up. 

“Awee, come on big guy, up we get,” Roman teased, gently nudging Virgil to his feet. 

Virgil ended up having to carry Roman to the adjoined bathroom to get them cleaned up, since the moment he tried to stand he nearly collapsed with legs like jelly. Eventually though they made it into the warm water together. 

Roman had thankfully made the tub large enough for both of them, so Virgil had to problem sliding in next to him. 

“That really was amazing, Virgil.” Roman purred. 

Virgil pressed a small kiss to Roman’s cheek. “Roman, do you, would you-” He couldn’t quite find the words.

Roman started threading his fingers through Virgil’s hair, trying to comfort the anxious side. 

“Do you think we could do this again sometime?”

The question shocked Roman for a second, but he covered it up with a small chuckle before answering:

“Of course, Virgil.” Roman said softly, “Any time you want.” 

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Hiii! I’d like to order a Peach/Cherry centric Con Panna, any toppings, any other syrups, and any milks welcome! Thank you so much!!

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My Dearest Love by @edupunkn00b

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

My Dearest Love

Photo by Afonso Azevedo Neves via Unsplash. Written for @tsspromptmonth's Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café for @greymillieattheball. Rated G - WC: 13

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Time After Time

A Short-ish fic I wrote for the @tsspromptmonth Sleepy Bean Cafe Event! Hope you enjoy!

Read it on ao3 here!

Prince Roman of Reston was awoken by a knock on his door. 

“Your highness? You’re expected in the grand hall in exactly three hours-” 

Roman leapt from his bed and hurriedly opened the door for his advisor and servants.

“Yes, thank you, Logan. Shall we begin?”

Roman could hardly stand still while his servants prepared him for the day. Whether it was nerves or excitement he couldn’t tell. The day he had been waiting for for three years now was here. 

This was the day he was to be married. 

His parents had arranged for him to marry Prince Patton of Wysteria before Roman was even born. When he became of age, he decided to write his betrothed a letter. 

He had been pleasantly surprised to receive a letter in return. 

The two princes then exchanged letters for the next three years. Roman sent his final letter yesterday. 

I simply cannot wait to meet you tomorrow. I almost wish I could live the moment again and again, simply so I can feel this excitement forever. 

Roman had received a broach in return, which specified instructions to wear it to their celebration that evening. He thought it was odd, but he trusted Patton. He figured it was some sort of heirloom Patton wanted him to wear. 

“Are you still certain of your outfit choice,  your highness? It's not too late to change to something more…”

“Yes yes Logan, I’m sure. I know all the dusty old nobles from reston might get upset. But this is a traditional Wysterian Wedding Dress. Patton and I decided to dress as our opposite cultures, to show how we’re bringing them together as well as ourselves.”

His advisor sighed. “Of course. Brilliant choice, your highness. You do look very… dashing.” 

Roman snorted at the attempt at a compliment. “Thank you, Logan.”

“You’re welcome, your highness.” 

…

“Ready Ro-Bro?”

Roman nodded and took his brother’s arm. Remus led him down the aisle, careful to keep a tight grip on his brother. Roman could hardly see through his red Wysterian veil, so he needed Remus to guide him. 

“We’re almost there, ready? Turn in three, two, now!” Remus whispered, then Roman carefully let go and turned to where he hoped Patton would be. 

“You may all be seated.”

All the guests sat, then he assumed Father Janus nodded at Patton, as Patton lifted Roman’s veil.

“Hi…”

Patton smiled back at him. “Hello.”

Patton was… gorgeous to say the least. Roman had seen some paintings, but they were nothing compared to Patton in real life. Paintings didn’t capture Patton’s beautiful blue eyes. Or his dazzling white smile. Or the way his blonde curls framed his face, causing him to have a small ‘glow’ around him. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Princes Roman of Reston and Patton of Wysteria in matrimony.”

Roman lost himself in Patton’s eyes as Father Janus continued. It wasn’t until Remus nudged him he even realized any time had passed. 

“Hm?”

“Prince Roman? Are you ready to take your vows?”

“Oh! Yes! My apologies Father.”

Father Janus nodded. “Then if you please,”

“I, Prince Roman of Reston,”

“And I, Prince Patton of Wysteria,”

“Do take thee, Patton,”

“Do take thee, Roman,” 

"As my lawful husband,”

“To have and to hold from this day forward,” 

“For better, for worse, “

“For richer, for poorer,”

“In sickness and in health,”

“Until death do us part.”

“I will love and honor you,”

“All the days of my life."

Father Janus smiled. “You may now kiss.” 

Roman didn’t think anything could ever compare to the feeling he got when Patton pulled him in for their first ever kiss. 

He almost couldn’t wait for the wedding night. 

…

Patton carried Roman across the threshold of their new room. Roman was laughing, and only stopped when Patton finally dropped him in their new bed and kissed him.

“I see you’re wearing the brooch I sent,” Patton said. 

“Of course.” Roman kissed him again. “I’d do anything you asked. I love you. With all my heart.” 

Patton smiled. “Do you still have the wish you made in your last letter?”

Roman chuckled. “What? About being able to live this day over and over again? Of course! This was the best day of my life.” 

Patton kissed Roman’s cheek, then removed the brooch. 

“I hope all your wishes come true, my love.”

…

Prince Roman of Reston was awoken by a knock on his door. 

“Your highness? You’re expected in the grand hall in exactly three hours-” 

Roman leapt from his bed and hurriedly went to open the door. 

Wait…

Logan wasn’t supposed to wake him today. And… was he in his old bedroom? Where was Patton? What was going on? 

He opened the door, and Logan pushed past him into the room. 

“Finally. You’re usually much quicker than that, your highness. Especially when you’re excited.”

“Logan, what’s going on? Where’s Patton?”

“Getting ready in his own room, your highness. You knew you wouldn’t be seeing him until the ceremony. Right, your highness?” 

Right… right of course. 

“But, I thought- I thought I already married Patton?” 

“Must’ve been a dream, your highness. A pleasant one I hope! Are you ready to dress in your outfit? You know, I do wish you had chosen one of a more, Reston style. You know how some nobles can be,”

Roman was silent as the servants dressed him for the day. 

…

“Ready Ro-Bro?”

Roman nodded and took his brother’s arm. Remus led him down the aisle, careful to keep a tight grip on his brother. Logan must’ve been right. Yesterday must’ve all been a dream. 

“We’re almost there, ready? Turn in three, two, now!” Remus whispered, then Roman carefully let go and turned to where he hoped Patton would be. 

“You may all be seated.”

All the guests sat, then he assumed Father Janus nodded at Patton, as Patton lifted Roman’s veil.

“Hi…”

Patton smiled back at him. “Hello.”

Patton was… gorgeous to say the least. Roman had seen some paintings, but they were nothing compared to Patton in real life. Paintings didn’t capture Patton’s beautiful blue eyes. Or his dazzling white smile. Or the way his blonde curls framed his face, causing him to have a small ‘glow’ around him. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Princes Roman of Reston and Patton of Wysteria in matrimony.”

Roman lost himself in Patton’s eyes as Father Janus continued. It wasn’t until Remus nudged him he even realized any time had passed. 

“Hm?”

“Prince Roman? Are you ready to take your vows?”

“Oh! Yes! My apologies Father.”

Father Janus nodded. “Then if you please,”

“I, Prince Roman of Reston,”

“And I, Prince Patton of Wysteria,”

“Do take thee, Patton,”

“Do take thee, Roman,” 

"As my lawful husband,”

“To have and to hold from this day forward,” 

“For better, for worse, “

“For richer, for poorer,”

“In sickness and in health,”

“Until death do us part.”

“I will love and honor you,”

“All the days of my life."

Father Janus smiled. “You may now kiss.” 

Roman didn’t think anything could ever compare to the feeling he got when Patton pulled him in for their first ever kiss. 

He almost couldn’t wait for the wedding night. 

…

Patton carried Roman across the threshold of their new room. Roman was laughing, and only stopped when Patton finally dropped him in their new bed and kissed him.

“I see you’re wearing the brooch I sent,” Patton said. 

“Of course.” Roman kissed him again. “I’d do anything you asked. I love you. With all my heart.” 

Patton smiled. “Do you still have the wish you made in your last letter?”

Roman chuckled. “What? About being able to live this day over and over again? Of course! This was the best day of my life.” 

Patton kissed Roman’s cheek, then removed the brooch. 

“I hope all your wishes come true, my love.”

…

Prince Roman of Reston was awoken by a knock on his door. 

“Your highness? You’re expected in the grand hall in exactly three hours-” 

Roman leapt from his bed and hurriedly went to open the door for his advisor and servants.

Wait a moment…

This time it couldn’t possibly have been a dream! How could he have a dream within a dream? 

“Your highness?”

“Um, a moment, please!”

He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. How could he be getting married for a third time now? It didn’t make sense… 

“Roman?” 

Oh no. 

Logan never, EVER called him Roman unless something was seriously amiss. The last time it happened, Logan had come to him sobbing. 

“Roman? Can we talk, please?”

Roman had let Logan in in the dead of night. They both knew if anyone said anything of this, both of their lives could be ruined. Logan would lose his job in the palace, and Roman could’ve lost his engagement to Patton.

“Lo? What’s wrong?”

Logan had broken into sobs and fell into Roman’s arms. 

“I… Remus… we’re… I…”

“Logan, is Remus alright? Did something happen to him?”

“No, I, we, Remus…” Roman had dried his tears with his silken robe. “Remus… Kissed me.” 

Roman hadn’t understood at the time. Apparently, Remus and Logan had been secretly longing for each other for years, Roman had just been too wrapped up in his relationship with Patton to notice.

“Roman? Is everything ok?” 

Roman shook his head. “Can you… can you send the servants away please?” 

He heard Logan dismissing the servants before saying “They’re gone, Roman. Can I come in, please?” 

Roman opened the door to his oldest friend. 

“Roman, is everything alright?”

…

“Ready Ro-Bro?”

Roman nodded and took his brother’s arm. Remus led him down the aisle, careful to keep a tight grip on his brother. Roman could hardly see through his red Wysterian veil, so he needed Remus to guide him. 

“We’re almost there, ready? Turn in three, two, now!” Remus whispered, then Roman carefully let go and turned to where he hoped Patton would be. 

“You may all be seated.”

All the guests sat, then he assumed Father Janus nodded at Patton, as Patton lifted Roman’s veil.

“Hi…”

Patton smiled back at him. “Hello.”

Patton was… gorgeous to say the least. Roman still thought so, even on their third wedding. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Princes Roman of Reston and Patton of Wysteria in matrimony.”

Roman wanted to lose himself in Patton’s eyes again. He wanted everything to be ok.

But after his and Logan conversation… he didn’t think he could. 

Apparently, Wysterians had access to very old magic. Magic powerful enough to cause something like this time loop, as Logan called it. 

“What? Why… Why would Patton do this to me? He… he loves me…”

Logan shook his head. “I haven’t the foggiest idea. Perhaps… Perhaps you should talk to him? See if you can figure this out?”

Roman had nodded in return. “I… I suppose I could try.” 

“Prince Roman? Are you ready to take your vows?”

“Oh! Yes! My apologies Father.” Roman shook his head and returned himself to the present. 

Well, this present. 

Father Janus nodded. “Then if you please,”

“I, Prince Roman of Reston,”

“And I, Prince Patton of Wysteria,”

“Do take thee, Patton,”

“Do take thee, Roman,” 

"As my lawful husband,”

“To have and to hold from this day forward,” 

“For better, for worse, “

“For richer, for poorer,”

“In sickness and in health,”

“Until death do us part.”

“I will love and honor you,”

“All the days of my life."

Father Janus smiled. “You may now kiss.” 

Roman didn’t think anything could ever compare to the feeling he got when Patton pulled him in for their first ever kiss. 

He wished he could cherish it. 

…

Patton carried Roman across the threshold of their new room. Roman was laughing, and only stopped when Patton finally dropped him in their new bed and kissed him.

“I see you’re wearing the brooch I sent,” Patton said. 

“Yes, of course.” Roman didn't return Patton’s affection. 

Patton pulled away. “My love? Is everything ok?”

“No,” Tears began to form in Roman’s eyes. “No it’s not. Patton… have you enchanted me in some way?” 

“What?”

“I truly don’t mean to accuse you of anything, but, I’ve lived this day over three times now! No one else seems to realize! Nothing seems to be different, I just… I…” Roman collapsed into Patton’s arms, sobbing. 

“Oh my love, I never meant to cause you pain! I am so sorry.” He carefully undid Roman’s broach, and waved his hand over it. “When I received your letter, I thought you genuinely wanted to live this day again and again. And since I had the power to make your wish come true…” 

Roman took a few deep breaths. 

“I am truly sorry, My love. Can you ever forgive me?”

Roman nodded. “Will you just hold me now?”

Patton kissed Roman’s forehead. “Of course, My Love.”

[tsspromptmonth]

Cafe Menu Drop!

Hey Babes, we'll be hiring baristas next week starting on the 21st, so watch out for my truly insufferable number of posts about that. On that day we'll post a link so you can send in your application or like whatever.

Now since this is a cafe we figured y'all would want a menu, but like fanfic has so many options so this is just the basics, more will probably come.

Important Deet: Our baristas can't work for free and you pay in comments! Writers are needy bitches who need encouragement. Our hand-crafted stories will run you 1 comment per 100 words, so for a 500 word request, you'll 'pay' in 5 comments on any Sanders Sides story.

The Sleepy Bean Café serves up a range of story sizes: you get to request the size you're craving! The biggest size the machine can handle is a quintuple shot: 5000 words. (That's 50 comments for you big spenders out there!) Sometimes, our baristas are having such a blast mixing up your request that they add a little extra and go over the size of your original request. Consider that a bonus and the managers will look the other way.

Our baristas think they're creative and might add a little somethin extra from the menu, so if there's anything you just can't stand, better tell us up front.

And for all you barista hopefuls, six days til the hiring process begins. I'm gonna need a lot of bitches to make all these drinks.

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[edupunkn00b]

The event is brewing!

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Might… juuuust might participate in this

(I’m definitely going to participate in this)

[platonicsidesweek]

9 More Days Until Platonic Sides Week!

[wilson-apologist]

Totally normal male friendship

[pas-de-duex]

Please enjoy some art I made for @sleepy-nova-tea TS big bang, Petrichor!

@tss-storytime

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Please enjoy some art I made for @c-swirlz TS big bang fic, Incomplete Puzzle of the Soul!!

I had a lot of fun doing it! I hope you all enjoy it!!

@tss-storytime

[pas-de-duex]

I Grow Maddened

A sneak peek at a fic I’m working on on my ao3, inspired by this lovely challenge by @sometimes-love-is-enough. I rolled a 3 on my d20 for the prompt: Each sentence is ten words or less.

Read it on ao3 here!

July 12

Dr. Sanders gave me this book to write in.

I think it’s stupid.

July 14

Roman was supposed to come see me today.

He didn’t.

July 15

Janus came and saw me. I like seeing him.

We played uno. It was fun.

I wish he could come more often.

July 19

Roman was supposed to come see me today.

He didn’t.

July 20

The nurses gave me a blue pill today. I told them my pills were supposed to be green. They said Dr. Sanders said to take the blue pill. I don’t want the blue pill. I don’t like the blue pill.

The blue pill lets them in.

July 21

I hate the blue pill. I hate the blue pill. I hate the blue pill. I hate the blue pill-

July 25

They had to put me in the dark place. I haven’t been there in a long time.

Roman was supposed to come see me today.

He didn’t.

July 26

They admitted someone new today. I don’t know his name. I saw him come in. He was wearing a lot of purple. His hair is even purple. I hope they let me out today. I want to ask him why his hair is purple. Was he born that way? Or is it his art?

I miss doing art. I haven’t been allowed to paint in three months. Ever since I drew the monsters and freaked out Patton.

He hasn’t been around me since.

I don’t understand why people don’t like me.

I just want to be myself.

July 27

Janus came and saw me. I like seeing him.

He got very upset with the nurses. He didn’t like that they gave me the blue pill. He said I was supposed to have the green pill. Never the blue pill. Only the green pill.

He said maybe I can leave here soon. I can go and stay with him and Logan. They have a room for me and everything. I asked if I would be allowed to paint. He said of course. Was I not allowed to paint here? I shook my head.

That made him even angrier.

I don’t like it when Janus is angry. Even if he’s not angry at me. I cried a lot. He said he was very sorry.

He’s going to talk to Logan.

July 29

They tried to give me the blue pill again. I refused to take it. Dr. Sanders had to come and talk me into it.

‘It will make you feel better, Remus.’

I told him about the monsters. How they came back last time. The blue pill didn’t help. Only the green pill helped.

‘How about this, Remus? Take the blue pill. Then, I’ll sign off on you returning to art class.’

I… I could go back to art class?

It wasn’t a tough choice. I nodded. I took the cup with the blue pill. I drank the water. I lifted my tongue so he knew I took it.

‘Good job, Remus. You can return to art class tomorrow.’

‘But Roman’s coming tomorrow.’

Dr. Sanders left without saying anything else.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

|| A Swallow's Symphony in Spring ||

!! This fanfiction is rated mature!!!! Please heed the warnings and read at your own risk !!

Hello all!! Welcome to my masterpost for this years @tss-storytime !!! I'm so, so excited to share this one with you all! This idea has been in the works for a whole long while now.

Hugeee shout out to @ax3-e0ns for the absolutely BEAUTIFUL ART they've done for my fic <3 which you can find here:

|| A Swallow's Symphony in Spring||

"Roman, Prince of Hirundia, and now heir to the throne after the tragic death of his older twin was perfect. He stood up straight, he did as

Also huge thanks to @the-princey-pie for all your help with worldbuilding, character design and the fic title itself. Thank you to @sleepy-nova-tea for being an amazing cheerleader and brainstorm buddy and @greymillieattheball for your awesome beta reading <33 I couldn't have done this without you guys!!!!

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Roman, Prince of Hirundia, and now heir to the throne after the tragic death of his older twin was perfect. He stood up straight, he did as his mother commanded and he said everything that they wanted to hear. Roman was not suffering, because Princes do not suffer. At least not in the eyes of their kingdom. 

A revolution brews in the back alleys and streets while Roman remains unaware, a new Royal guard joins their force as Roman’s personal guard and despite their first impressions he warms up to Virgil quickly, and despite everything, Virgil seems to like him too - but when everything falls apart and the palace is seized by the people, what was Roman supposed to do with the fact that he was in love with a traitor?

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Warnings:

Abuse (physical and psychological), minor animal abuse, controlling/manipulative parents, past malnourishment/talk about starvation, past major character death, past parental death, nightmares. Violence/murder (non-graphic). Unsympathetic OCs, alcohol, 'off screen' execution, depression, ptsd.

This fic does end happily.

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, background QPR Loceit, romantic Remile and Thomas/Nico

Word Count:

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+ Chapter 1 - Come Wander Quietly +

+ Chapter 2 - And Listen to the Wind +

+ Chapter 3 - Hear the Trumbling in the Stone +

+ Chapter 4 - And Watch the Swallows as they Fly +

+ Chapter 5 - Strike Confusion from your Soul +

+ Chapter 6 - No Sorrow like the Murmur of Their Wings +

+ Chapter 7 - Come Here and Listen to the Sky +

+ Chapter 8 - Come Walking High +

+ Chapter 9 - Above the Rolling of the sea +

+ Chapter 10 - And will the Swallows Come Again? +

+ Chapter 11 - The Calling of a Hundred Thousand Voices +

+ Chapter 12 - While the Swallows Roam Alone +

+ Chapter 13 - Do you Hear the Angry Bells Ringing in the Night? +

+ Chapter 14 - Do you Hear the Swallows When They've Flown? +

+ Chapter 15 - There is no Sorrow like the Murmur of Their Wings +

+ Chapter 16 - There is no Choir Like Their Song +

+ Chapter 17 - Will Some Loving Ease Your Pain? +

+ Chapter 18 - The Breezes Blow the Petals from your Hand +

+ Epilogue - There is no Power like the Freedom of Their Flight

+

Chapter titles taken from 'Swallow Song' by Joan Beaz

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierreblogs @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @littlerat2 ( if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

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Go read this. Go read this RIGHT NOW!! It’s genuinely one of the best fics I’ve ever read.

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[pas-de-duex]

The Black Swan, Ch. 18

“Remus, what the- what the hell was that?” 

“Well, I uh, I guess the cats are out of the bag.” Janus says. 

Remus nods. “How much, how much did you hear?”

“I-all? All of it? I’m sorry, I am, I am unsure of how to process this.” Logan says. 

“It's ok. It’s-it’s a lot to process.” Remus says. 

“How-” 

“Why don’t we sit down?” Remus took Logan’s hand and led him to a stone clearing. 

“What. What is going on, Remus?”

Remus took a long sigh. 

“That man, Rothbart, he’s a powerful sorcerer. He was once the prince of this enchanted forest, but when it came time for his father to choose the next heir, he chose his niece instead of Rothbart. Furious, Rothbart left the land for many years. He went and studied dark magic, then returned and killed his cousin, The Queen.” Remus paused to allow Logan to digest this information. “What he didn’t know was that The Queen had two children. Clara and… and Janus.” 

“Janus? The snake man?”

Remus nodded. “He cast a spell, so that Rothbart ended up confined to this forest. But Rothbart…Rothbart cursed him. Janus was meant to be a snake for the rest of his life. Thankfully, Janus had just enough power left to reverse Rothbarts spell, but only at night.”

“That’s, that’s why you keep leaving? You’re only human in the night, and when its day you turn back into…”

“A swan.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “A black swan.”

Remus nodded. “When-”

“I…I shot you.”

“What?”

“You…you were a swan. And I… I shot you.” Logan took Remus’s hands in his own. “I am so, so sorry Remus.”

Remus laughed. “I think I can forgive you for that. You didn’t know.” 

“But I know now.” Logan stood and retrieved his bow. 

“Logan, what,”

Logan snapped the wooden bow over his knee. He threw that and his entire quiver of arrows into the lake. 

“Logan,”

“I’m not risking hurting you again, Remus. Now that I know, I’m never going to shoot another living being again.”

Remus couldv’e kissed him. 

Remus did kiss him. 

“Fuck! I did it again, I’m sorry Logan,”

Logan grabbed Remus’s sleeves and pulled him back in.

“I…I think I can forgive you for that.”

[pas-de-duex]

The Black Swan Ch. 17

Logan smiled as he waved Patton off.  

“See you next month!” He called. 

Patton waved at him in return, then guided his horse's reins. 

Logan sighed as he watched them leave. He had spent a wonderful few days with Patton, simply getting to know each other better. Patton had even been kind enough to restock his cabinets again before he left. 

Logan, however, prepared to go hunting. 

The main reason was he knew the food from Patton wouldn’t last forever, so he needed to continue his hunting rituals. Or at least, that’s the reason he kept telling himself. He certainly wasn’t going to the woods to see if Remus would be there. 

He treaded lightly through the woods. He ignored so many animals that he could have shot, and gave himself a myriad of reasons for it. 

“Oh, that squirrel might be pregnant. Best not kill it today.”

“That rabbit is far too old. There would be hardly any meat on him.” 

“I cannot shoot that bird. What if I end up shooting Remus again?” 

He was soon deeper into the forest than he had ever been. He pushed past some odd trees, and finally saw something he couldn’t think of a reason to abandon. 

A beautiful back swan, standing by a large lake. 

It seemed to be interacting with a small yellow snake and a strange purple spider. Logan let out a soft sigh, and readied his bow as the sun set. 

He was about to let his arrow fly, as a bright flash of light appeared in the clearing. He backed away and closed his eyes. After a few blinks, he tried to prepare himself again. 

However, there in the clearing, stood Remus. 

“Remus! Oh my goodness, are you alright? We were so worried for you! Where did you disappear to?” The snake man embraced Remus. 

“I’m ok Jan, really. Honestly? I’m better than ok.” 

“I’m in love.” 

Logan made a move to reveal himself. However, one look from ‘Jan’ and he decided to stay put. 

“Remus,”

“I just can’t keep this a secret from him anymore, Janus! It’s killing me to have to break his heart, day after day after day-“ 

“Remus.” 

“I know he probably won’t believe me, but I-“ 

“REMUS!” 

Remus turned to where Janus was pointing, and there he was. 

Logan, standing with his jaw to the ground.

“Oh, Logan,”

“You, you’re, you were,” 

Remus nods. 

“How?” 

The loud flapping of wings interrupted them.  Logan readied his bow, and Remus stepped in front of him.

“Logan, run.”

“What?”

“RUN!” 

It was too late. Two massive grey owls landed in front of them, and began to glow as Remus had, not moments ago. An evil laugh rang throughout the forest.  Logan pushed past Remus and let his arrow fly towards the figures. The older and taller of the two held out his hand, stopping it in midair. 

“Did you really think he could stop me?” The now-human man waved his arm, sending the arrow flying into the lake. “How pathetic.” 

“Remus, what’s going on? Who is this man?” Logan asked. 

“Man? Please, I am the Sorcerer Rothbart, the true ruler of the magic forest, and I expect to be regarded as such.” 

A hiss came from the small crowd forming. 

“Ruler? What kind of ruler treats his people this way?!?” A young boy pushed his way to the front of the crowd. “You stole that title! You killed the true ruler of this land! And we should-“ 

Janus placed his hand over the boy's mouth and drew him closer to himself. “This is not the time, Virgil.” 

The boy, Virgil, wrestled his way out of Janus’s hold. “No! We need to stand up to this asshole! He killed the Queen! He needs to pay!” 

Virgil lunges for the man, who stretches out his arm and begins to chant. Logan quickly loads another arrow into his bow and shoots, piercing Rothbart’s arm. The older man groans, and then rips the arrow from his arm.

“You, you insolent fool! You have as much respect as,” he stops to think, then smiles. “You’re no better than a pig.”

Rothbart holds out his arm and quickly chants, and a black smoke quickly makes its way towards Logan.

“NO!” Remus shoves Logan out of the way, absorbing the smoke himself.

Or… so he thought. 

The smoke made a few circles around him, then quickly started heading back towards Rothbart, who simply re-absorbed the smoke. 

“Fascinating.” He said. 

Virgil tried to lunge at Rothbart again, but Janus held him back. Remus was still standing in front of Logan, who still had his bow ready. 

“Get him out of my woods. Next time, he won’t be so lucky.” Rothbart transformed back into an owl, and took flight. “Come, Odile!” 

The younger man, who had been simply observing, let out an unpleasant laugh. “See you later, darlings!” He transformed, and followed his father into the air.