#adoptable plot bunnies

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Adoptable Plot Bunny #5

Anxceit prompt, platonic or romantic

Janus is touch starved, but doesn't realize it until a spat with Virgil turns into a shoving match. Afterwards, he realizes he very badly needs deal with it, but is uncertain how to entice the others to touch him. Is he desperate enough to bait Virgil into another fight? What will Virgil do when he figures out Janus’s real motivation?

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Adoptable Plot Bunny #6

Anxceit

Survival is humanity's most basic drive, and flight or fight one of its deepest  instincts. Virgil is a primal creature. 

Janus is the other half of his soul, his in all the ways that matter. The instinct to protect him is second only to his instinct to protect Thomas.

But as Thomas grew he learned to classify Deceit as a threat, and Virgil was forced to abandon his soulmate and his family and his home.

Now; with Thomas insisting that the dark sides need a seat at the table; Virgil's instincts, both learned and ingrained, are in conflict; and Virgil is struggling to adapt.

This causes problems for everyone.

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Adoptable Plot Bunny #3

An angsty little anxceit snippet:

The other side doesn't even seem to see him, eyes vacant and unfocused. "Janus?" Virgil tries again, then softer; "Dee?"

That gets him a response. Janus's breath hitches, and he lets out a  strangled whimpering noise. For a moment there's no recognition on his face, only terror. He twitches back even though there's nowhere else for him to go.

Virgil jerks his hand back. "Hey, it's just me. I'm not gonna hurt you"

"V-virgil?" Janus's whisper is so hoarse it sounds painful.

"Yeah, Dee. It's me."

Janus's breathing picks up again and Virgil thinks for a second he's going to panic. But then he launches himself at Virgil, clutching tight with all six arms. He grips at Virgil's hoodie, pulls and presses close like he's trying to climb inside it. Virgil can feel the shudders wracking through him. Can feel each wrenching sob, even though Janus still makes zero noise.

"Okay, okay, I've got you." Virgil is at a loss. He still has no idea what happened, but he's clearly not going to get answers any time soon. So he holds Janus back just as tight, rocking softly. "I've got you, Dee, you're okay. I'm right here, you're safe."

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Adoptable Plot Bunny #4

A little thomxiety hurt/comfort bit. I may continue this but I would Love seeing other people's takes on the idea.

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Ever since the fiasco with Remus, and then the wedding, Virgil hadn't been able to avoid being summoned whenever Thomas was alone. It wasn't conscious on either of their parts. It's just that Thomas was a hair's breadth away from panic anytime he had a moment to think. But that didn't mean he had to let Thomas see him and make everything worse.

He couldn't delude himself. There was no way Thomas wanted to talk to him. It was written all over his face whenever he caught a glimpse of Virgil, in the steadying breaths he took and the stilted awkwardness between them. One confession and he'd undone every ounce of Thomas's trust. It hurt, but the damage was already done.

So he kept to the shadows, a near invisible spectator. It was exhausting, being dragged away from this room at all hours. Only able to sleep when Thomas managed to sleep, which wasn't often these days. Watching, as both of their stress levels ratcheted, unable to help. Something had to give.

Maybe that was why he did it. After a day spent hovering while Thomas aimlessly scrolled through social media, Virgil was wound up. So when he saw the phone left unattended, Instagram still up, he pounced. Pulling up stories, he hit record, letting the anxious thoughts spill out of him.

"Do you ever wonder what people really think about you? Sure they might say they like you. That you're kind or funny or helpful. But you can't ever know if they actually mean it or if they're just trying to be nice-"

"Virgil!" 

"Shit!" Virgil fumbled the phone as he spun around, dropping it. A tone sounded to let him know the video was uploading, and he winced. Thomas stood in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Oh this is not good. What could he say. He hadn't actually meant to post it, but no one would believe that. An apology died on his lips, his breath stuttering.

Thomas moved closer as he stood there floundering. "We've talked about this before. You're my anxiety, you don't need to be tormenting anyone else."

Virgil's eyes stung. Tormenting. Well if that didn't sum it up right there. Trying to keep his voice steady, he ground his teeth. "Sorry." He flinched when it came out sharp and cold. "I'll get out of your hair." He didn't quite succeed in keeping the wobble out of his words. Closing his eyes against tears, he moved to sink out.

A hand caught his sleeve. His eyes flew open. Thomas gripped his other arm, pinning him in the real world. "Where do you think you're going? We need to talk."

Virgil's heart twisted unpleasantly. "We really don't. I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise. Let me go. Please." He couldn't bring himself to look at the disappointment on Thomas's face.

Thomas loosened his grip, but didn't let go. "Virgil, talk to me. I don't see you for weeks, and then you show up just to hijack my phone and bail. What's going on?"

Virgil stared miserably at the floor. He didn't even have the hint of an excuse. "Sorry." He muttered again.

Thomas took a breath. "Okay, you don't want to talk. That's okay. But can you stay for a bit? I've missed you.

What? Virgil's head snapped up, mouth gaping. That didn't make any damn sense. 

But Thomas was looking at him, face soft and confused. No disappointment, no anger. Virgil floundered. "You… you missed me?" He felt lightheaded with relief, and his confusion must have been written all over his face.

"Of course I did! Virge…buddy, what- oh…oh no, come here..." He was crying and he couldn't seem to stop, even as Thomas reeled him into the warmest hug he'd ever felt.

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Adoptable Plot Bunny #2

A Janus centric hurt/comfort prompt I never managed to write anything for:

Thomas learning his name is like opening up a floodgate. Suddenly the "light sides" are trying, wanting to see the value in things they've always dismissed. Remus takes full advantage, insinuating himself into their daily lives and proving something Janus has always known; that for all his perversity he can be oddly charming. He's so effusive at getting to know the others that Janus finds himself unable to compete. Finds himself left behind. Again.

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I was thinking about clearing out some of my plot bunnies by putting them up for adoption. Summaries, snippets, stuff like that, would anyone be interested?

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Adoptable Plot Bunny:

Since a couple of people expressed interest, have a loceit snippet I have zero other context for:

It was an unfortunate hour of the morning when Logan finally managed to drag himself away from his desk. He stretched, wincing at the way his neck popped. Despite his clock informing him that it was in fact 2:39 am, he grabbed his coffee cup and headed out for a refill.

He'd gotten caught up hyperfocusing again. They all did it, because Thomas did, but Logan was particularly prone to losing hours on a project. Now he needed to wind down if he ever wanted to sleep. Perhaps he'd have chamomile tea instead. He didn't bother to turn on any lights, navigating the hallway by memory instead.

The rest of the house was dim and quiet, so the soft light and music drifting up the stairs took him by surprise. The source of it was even more surprising. 

Janus didn't immediately seem to notice him standing there. He was stretching, some convoluted pose that Logan distantly recognized as yogic in nature. His usual outfit had been exchanged for softer, lighter clothing in dark golds and greys. Even his hat was gone, replaced by a fabric band to help the hair from his eyes. Only his gloves remained the same.

A set of candles, the only light source, flickered over Janus’s features. They seemed to both soften and brighten the sharp angles of his face at once. His scales shone like burnished bronze and the light clung to the graceful tuck and turn of his form. Logan found himself unable to tear his eyes from the sight.

Logan: "May I ask what you’re doing?"

Janus: "It's called a warm up."

Logan:(skeptical)"You're exercising? At three in the morning?"

Janus:(snapping)"And you're on a coffee run. What's your point?"

Logan:(snapping back)"My *point* is that this is an extremely unusual time for a workout, and I would like an explanation."

Janus:(stops moving to glare tiredly)"Trouble sleeping, if you must know. Or is that not something you're familiar with?"

Logan:(scowls)

Janus:(sighs). "These days it's difficult to get any time for myself. Yoga, and dance, help me relax. I'm doing it at 3 am. because I'm… marginally less likely to be interrupted. 

Logan:(a bit sheepishly)"My apologies… I'll get my coffee and leave you to it."

Janus:(hesitant)"No, Logan… you don't have to go. I really wasn't trying to run you off. 

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