Part of the Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist AU!
Summary: Virgil comes home late and tired to a tiny spider in the kitchen
Warnings: Spiders, Sleep Deprivation
Word Count: 883
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Virgil was amazed he hadn’t crashed yet. As he drove down the dark road, all he could think of was the warmth of his bed at home and his soulmates around him.
His dad had arranged a family get-together; Virgil suspected it was his way of getting out of explaining Virgil's soulmate situation himself. His moms were definitely more than a little freaked out to find that their only son was perfectly fine with dating four cannibals.
After what had apparently been six hours of explaining and calming them down, he was allowed to go home. Which was good; he hadn’t been sleeping too well that week.
It was midnight by the time he got home. The house was dead silent, his boyfriends must have fallen asleep already. Good time to grab a snack and something to drink before heading to bed. He grabbed a glass of water and a granola bar, taking a bite before his eyes drifted down to the counter.
There was a small spider, possibly even a baby, traversing the countertop. “Aw, well aren’t you cute.” The spider paid no mind to his words, continuing to crawl around, not seeming to know where it was or what it was doing. Virgil giggled, somewhat out of it as he slowly put his finger down next to it in an attempt to get it to crawl on. “You’re such a cute little guy, huh?”
Logan woke up slowly, a familiar scent hitting his nose. He lied there for a moment, trying to put a face to the scent. A smile crossed his lips as it clicked in place, and he slowly shook Patton awake. Well, he hadn’t quite been asleep in the first place, more so in a state between awake and asleep. Patton hummed, squinting at Logan through the darkness.
“Virgil’s back.” Patton grinned happily, waking Janus and Roman up carefully. Once awake, they all made their way down to the kitchen, where Virgil’s scent was the strongest, and peered in.
There was their human boyfriend, eating granola at half past midnight, cooing at a tiny spider on the counter, and praising it like it were his own son in a slightly slurred, sleep-deprived voice. This was one of the men that had captured their hearts.
Logan let out an amused sigh, stepping into the kitchen and putting his hands on Virgil’s shoulders. “Come on sweetheart,” he said as he attempted to guide him away, “it’s time for bed.”
“Can we get rid of the spider first?” Patton asked nervously.
“It’s not going to hurt you, Patton. Now come on, let’s get some sleep.” Janus yawned, his jaw unhinging as he did so.
“I’d feel a bit better if it were outside. I’m...still kinda only used to two spideys.” He smiled at Roman, who by now had tuned everything out in an attempt to sleep while standing. Virgil was clearly upset by Patton’s words however.
“What’s wrong with this little guy staying? They’re not hurting anyone!”
“I know Vee, I know. It’s an irrational fear, I get it. But still...”
“They’re my lil’ baby now. They’re staying.” Virgil yawned, watching the tiny spider with an almost drunken happiness.
“It would probably be better if it were outside, Virgil.” Logan stated.
“No.”
“Virgil, please?” Janus and Roman watched Virgil and Patton argue back and forth with tired eyes.
“Should we stop them?” Roman mumbled out.
“Little arguments such as this are perfectly normal in a relationship, Roman. However I have to say, this is by far the dumbest argument they have ever had.”
“Dumber than that argument about wrapping children up in web?”
“Virgil was completely in the right with that one, it did look like you were trying to kill that child.”
“It’s a spider thing.”
“And it was a human child.” Logan was quickly growing annoyed with the arguing. He grabbed a cup from the cabinet and placed it over the tiny spider.
“Hey!” Virgil complained.
“We can keep it under this cup until tomorrow. We’ll deal with it then. How does that sound?” He knew this was really only happening because Virgil was tired. Any other time he would’ve taken it outside to make Patton feel better. The two agreed nonetheless, and they went off to bed
Virgil awoke the next morning after everyone but Patton, heading down to the kitchen to see what was going on with the spider. But when he looked, he saw that the cup was back in the cabinet, and the spider wasn’t anywhere on the counter. He turned to Janus, who was humming as he poured a cup of tea.
“What happened to it?”
“What happened to what?” He gestured vaguely at the spider-less counter. “Ah, the spider. I was the first to wake up this morning, so I just decided to let it out and save the trouble. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess I’m fine with it. Patton did seem kinda freaked out last night.” Janus nodded in agreement, taking a long sip of his drink.
He didn’t want to say that the spider had escaped and he had found the cup empty when he woke up. If Patton found out he would be paranoid for the next week. Some things were better to lie about.
Part of the Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist AU!
Summary: The boys decide to play a little game of cat and mouse out in the forest at night
Warnings: Horror elements, Cursing
Word Count: 1,575
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Virgil’s feet pounded across the dirt floor of the forest, dry and dead leaves being kicked up with each step. He flicked off his flashlight, hiding behind a large rock. His heart pounded in his ears, a hand covering his mouth as he attempted to quiet his labored breathing. He knew they would find him soon. They knew his scent better than any of their other prey.
“Oh Virgil~” The sound of a long slithering body grew closer, their smooth voice cooing his name. “Come on out darling.” Virgil had never expected Janus’s voice to instill fear in him, but now a shiver went down his spine, the drumming in his ears growing almost deafening. He couldn’t stay here much longer.
He turned on his flashlight and ran out from behind his boulder, shining the light in Janus’s face. The naga hissed and covered his eyes, the light disorienting him just long enough for Virgil to run. “He’s going that way!” He heard Janus call out.
“Got it!” A voice called back. Shit, Patton. Once out of view of Janus he grabbed ahold of a sturdy tree branch, catching his breath for a moment before pulling himself up. He used to climb trees all the time as a kid; getting up and down would be easy. While it wouldn’t stop Logan, and it definitely wouldn’t stop Patton, it would take two of the four out of the equation.
He stopped roughly thirty feet up when he saw Patton slowly floating up to him, with Logan climbing up branch by branch with inhuman speed. “Hi Virgil!” Patton said cheerily.
Virgil gasped for breath. “Hey Pat.”
“You having fun? This was your idea.”
“Having a grand ol’ time, don’t worry ‘bout it.” He coughed out between breaths.
“If you say so...” The vampire cleared his throat, his eyes glowing a dim red in the darkness as he pulled his glasses down the bridge of his nose.
“So Virgil—” He slammed his hands over his ears, recognizing Patton’s hypnosis immediately. Logan made his way up, looking Virgil up and down—knowing him he was probably checking for any injuries—then making a grab at his legs.
Virgil kicked away and moved to a branch further from the ghoul, his flashlight falling all the way down to the ground below. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as the glowing sets of red and blue eyes came closer.
He knew it took a lot to kill Logan; Logan wasn’t human, as were all the others. Which is why he barely even hesitated when he kicked Logan hard in the chest, causing him to lose his balance and fall from the tree with a startled yell.
Patton yelped and flew down after him, giving Virgil enough time to carefully drop down from the tree, grab his flashlight, and run for it. Logan had landed on the ground with a thud, and Virgil prayed to whatever god was up there that he hadn’t just accidentally killed his nearly unkillable ghoul boyfriend.
He ran for a good five minutes, and had begun to hear a voice shouting his name approaching. “Virgil! I haven’t seen you in half an hour! I’m bored!” And there was Roman. He looked around for somewhere to hide, only seeing the trees surrounding him. He was too tired to climb. He shone around his flashlight for somewhere else to go
But then his light landed on four pairs of black and red eyes. The world seemed to pause for a moment, just for them to stare at each other. An excited grin spread slowly across Roman’s face, and then the world went into times two speed.
The drider scuttled across the forest floor, so fast that a shot of adrenaline went into Virgil’s veins and he scrambled up the tree screaming curses. Roman laughed at his panic, shouting up “Oh now I can scare you!”
“Fuck off!” He shouted back, his voice cracking a bit from his fear. He looked around, debating whether it was a good idea to jump from his tree to another, before deciding the gap was far too big and he would just break something. So he had to go down.
He looked down at Roman, who now had a confident, cocky grin on his face. “You can just climb down if you want to, love! You survived longer than any other human would have!”
Perhaps it was some sort of fatal flaw of his—something that would most definitely be the thing that would kill him—but Virgil refused to lose, especially not to Roman. He pulled his jacket off, the cool fall night air biting at his sweat-covered skin. With adrenaline still in his system he dropped the jacket onto Roman and fell from the tree.
He landed in a roll and jumped to his feet, taking off in a blind run with his flashlight off. Roman yelped as the jacket fell over his head, disorienting him for a moment and leaving him in complete darkness. Unlike the others, Roman had no way of properly navigating in the dark. He groaned, realizing how utterly lost he was, giving up and sitting at the base of the tree, clutching Virgil’s jacket with an annoyed pout.
Janus was the best of them all at spotting prey in the darkness, especially moving prey. While not necessarily being able to see in the dark, the heat coming off prey’s bodies stood out like a lightbulb. Which is why he couldn’t help but stand by for a bit as he watched Virgil nearly run full force into a tree trying to escape Roman. That human really had no idea what he was doing, did he?
With Virgil’s light turned off, it made him an easy target for him, and he had begun to grow bored of their game. He crept up on Virgil as silently as he could, the rustle of the leaves under his tail being the only thing to give him away. Virgil stopped for a moment to gasp for air, and that’s when he struck.
He wrapped his tail around, quickly trapping Virgil’s legs and pinning his arms to his sides. Virgil squeaked in surprise, before recognizing the sensation of Janus lightly squeezing him, nowhere near tight enough to keep him from breathing, and the human let out a sigh of relief, allowing his head to droop down and rest on one of the coils of muscle.
Janus chuckled, running a hand through Virgil’s sweaty hair. “You didn’t have to push yourself so hard, love.” Virgil hummed.
“I had fun.” He mumbled. “You guys were scary as shit, though.”
“Well, we do try.” Janus yelled out into the forest for everyone, and soon out of the darkness came their boyfriends, Patton happily chattering with Roman, Logan seeming perfectly fine after his fall, as Virgil had expected. Janus slowly unraveled himself from Virgil and, after a long-winded argument where Roman refused to give him his jacket back, they began heading home for the night.
Virgil was quiet on the walk back, part of his mind feeling too tired to form thoughts, while part of his mind raced with the memories from their game of cat and mouse. His boyfriends had gone easy on him; he had known that from the start. But how easy they had gone was more evident in how many times they could have killed him, but didn’t to prolong the game.
He counted at least four. And in each of those four situations they would have had the time to kill him multiple times over. He looked over at Logan. Virgil pushed him out of a tree and he fell thirty feet to the ground, and here he was without even a scrape on him, acting as if it was just a normal everyday occurrence.
They weren’t human. None of them were even close to human. They could kill him in the blink of an eye if they wanted to. They all knew he was the weakest. And he couldn’t help but feel a bit fearful of that realization.
Remembering how they all acted compared to how they first met quelled that fear. He had seen how they actually hunt firsthand, in the position of their prey before they knew each other. He saw none of that bloodlust in their game, just excitement when he escaped and concern when he was tired.
The five laid down in bed, Janus’s tail curled over Virgil’s body as Logan held his hand in the darkness. “You did well out there, starlight.” Logan said, a smile on his lips barely noticeable from the dim glow of his eyes. “Pushing me out of the tree was quite clever.” Virgil smirked.
“Were you not scared you were gonna die?”
“Would it make you feel better or worse if I said that I wasn’t?” At that Virgil didn’t really have an answer.
It was a weird relationship he had, one where he had to fear his partners somewhat, but that fear not necessarily being a bad thing. His relationship felt like a constant struggle between logical fear, and raw overpowering love, and he was okay with that.
He was strangely content, happy even, to hold the hands and kiss the lips of those who have killed humans no different from him, knowing full well that—had things been slightly different—he would have been their prey rather than their lover.
Just curious about what Halloween costumes would be worn for both the monster soulmate au and hidden in the shadows? Love your writing!
In the monster soulmate AU I feel like Virgil would go as Morticia Addams from the Addams’ Family because he finds it funnily appropriate. Logan would probably refuse to go as anything more than a mad scientist, but Roman definitely tried to get him to go as something more dramatic. With Roman it’s kinda hard to picture him in any outfit (dam spider body messing things up XD) but he would try his best to pair with Virgil as Gomez because he’s a romantic like that. And he probably has a real sword somewhere, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Janus definitely wouldn’t understand the point of Halloween and would try and get out of it if he can. Roman and Virgil would team up against him and make him look like an amphisbaena (a snake with heads on both ends) for their own amusement.
And Patton would dress like a 1940s mob boss. Don’t ask why, I have no answers.
In Hidden in Shadows Halloween would probably be treated differently because everyone’s scared of the bogeyman getting their kids. If trick-or-treating still existed though I imagine all of it would take place during the afternoon rather than late at night, and the kids would just be running around in their costumes for the whole rest of the day :)
Anyway Roman would dress as a Disney prince or princess, maybe Rapunzel or Eugene. With Logan I like the idea that Roman said he should go as a nerd and Logan went “oh okay then” and just chose the most stereotypical nerd outfit he could find to spite him. Patton would probably dress as a ladybug or a bumblebee then run around the whole night making buzzing sounds
Virgil probably would be really confused about Halloween (like I said, trick-or-treating would’ve taken place during the day, when Virgil is usually in his cave) and would want to know everything about it. Thomas would probably have to really awkwardly explain the origin of the holiday and how it was probably created as some sort of response to bogeymen in this world. After getting it explained to him though Virgil would probably just grab a bedsheet and turn himself into a really tall menacing ghost. Thomas would probably copy him to make him feel better after Roman laughs at him ^-^
Part of the Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist AU!
Summary: Roman is upset that Virgil has never been scared of him, unlike with all their other soulmates. He plans on changing this (based on a comment from 9Teyya_Winterbound6 on AO3)
Warnings: Spiders
Word Count: 908
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Roman was a terrifying, bloodthirsty drider. Any human that laid eyes on him screamed out in terror, none had escaped him before, and his record will stay clean of escapes until the day he dies.
So then why had he been the only one to not terrify Virgil for even a moment? Everyone else had scared him at some point. Granted, Virgil had gotten over his fear of Patton and Logan very quickly, but that's besides the point. Was he just not scary enough?
That’s why after Janus, Patton, and Logan had woken up and gone to work or to sunbathe, Roman stuck Virgil to the bed, then left the room, feeling satisfied.
When noon came with no sound from their bedroom, he started to get concerned. He had told Janus not to go in until Virgil started yelling, and he had complied, always excited to mess with their human soulmate.
When 1 PM came, Roman gave up and slowly opened the bedroom door. Virgil was asleep. Roman blinked, crawling over to Virgil’s side and checking his pulse. Yeah, he was still alive.
“Virgil? Virgil, wake up.” He poked him in the face.
“Go away.” Virgil mumbled.
“It’s 1 PM.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You’ve been asleep for sixteen hours!”
“Hey, you were the one that gave me a reason to be.”
“What?” Virgil opened his eyes, looking down at all the webbing he was covered in.
“I woke up trapped under your web, you really think I was gonna miss this opportunity to sleep in?” Oh yeah. Roman had forgotten his boyfriend was lazy. Go figure.
“Don’t humans have to eat every day?” Roman asked.
“Oh shit, I forgot about that.” Roman groaned, tearing his web off and picking Virgil up. Virgil squeaked and yelled for Roman to let go as he shoved with as much strength as a scrawny human such as himself could.
“I get a bigger reaction from picking you up than from trapping you in web. I swear to the gods...” He dropped Virgil off in the kitchen and began pouring him a bowl of cereal. He’d have to come up with something better, then.
The next day Remus and Emile had come over for dinner. Virgil and Logan had gathered together the dishes and began to wash them. Roman crept as silently as possible into the kitchen and ran a hand across the wall. With a nod to himself, he began to climb.
It was nothing like climbing in his old cave, it was much more cramped and difficult, and the significantly smoother surface didn’t help one bit. He kept his abdomen and torso parallel to the ceiling, his sharp claws clinging on tight.
He looked down at Virgil, a wide grin that showed off his fangs growing on his face. Then Logan glanced up, then did a double take. With an annoyed sigh, he looked back down and continued to dry dishes. But that was enough for Virgil.
Virgil looked up and stared up at Roman in utter confusion. “Roman, what the fuck.”
“Haha! You’ve fallen right into my trap, foolish human! And now I shall—” And that’s when he lost his grip. He felt his fingers and legs slip from the ceiling and with a yelp from Virgil he came crashing down on top of him. Logan had moved out of the way just in time and simply shook his head in disappointment as he continued to dry dishes.
The sound had gained everyone in the living room’s attention. Remus poked his head in first, then proceeded to walk away to choke on his laughter. Emile peeked in next and held back a smirk. “What happened here?”
Virgil pulled himself out from under Roman, glaring at him. Roman turned pleading eyes to him.
“Virgil.”
“What?”
“Virgil, help.”
“You just fell on me!”
“Virgil please, I can’t get up.”
“Why?”
“I fell on my back.”
“What are you, a fucking turtle?”
“Please help.”
“Nope.” Virgil pat Roman’s shoulder, then proceeded to walk back out into the living room. Janus and Patton watched him leave. With a giggle, Patton came in to help Roman up.
“Why can’t I scare him?”
“That’s what you’ve been trying to do?” Janus asked.
“Well, yeah! We’re all meant to be scary to humans, and you’ve all managed to scare him in the past, so what gives?”
“Well, Virgil had to go through all three of us before meeting you.” Logan stated. “He simply grew used to beings like us.”
“Not to mention our first meetings were a complete surprise to him. Whereas with you he just waltzed right into your cave with the idea that you might be his soulmate.” Janus added. Roman huffed, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I guess.” His eyes scanned over his boyfriends for a moment. “I’m still scarier than all of you, though.”
“You’re terrifying, sweetheart.” Patton said as he rubbed circles into Roman’s back.
Later on as he took a walk with Virgil through the forest, he realized that the others weren’t entirely right. Virgil stopped dead in his tracks to watch a normal spider in its web as it wrapped a fly in its silk. He had the most entranced look on his face and at one point Roman could swear he heard him cooing at it.
It wasn’t that Roman wasn’t terrifying enough, or that Virgil had already been desensitized. Virgil just had a weird obsession with spiders.
Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist
I got this idea late last night and now have a new AU. This time in DLAMP flavor!
Summary: Virgil finished up a busy day at the flower shop and just wants to go home and chill with his four monster boyfriends (aka Virgil saying monster fucker rights)
This is a soulmate AU but that doesn’t get mentioned at all in this
Warnings: Severed limb, food mention, Talk of hunting/eating humans, Slight Suffocation (in like a cuddling way if that’s better?), Drider!Roman, Naga!Janus, Vampire!Patton, Ghoul!Logan (this story is fluff i swear)
Word Count: 1,557
It was five o’clock, which meant it was time for Virgil to close up the flower shop. He went around locking the doors and drawing the blinds over the windows, double and triple-checking as he went. He flipped the sign to Closed on the door as he walked out, walking briskly to his car, slamming the door closed and just sitting there for a moment.
It had been a long day; he was more than ready to just curl up in bed with his soulmates and watch some Netflix for the rest of the night. He smiled at the thought, turning his key in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot. First he’d have to pick Logan up from the university, though.
He mumbled along to Panic! At the Disco songs as he waited in the university parking lot, staring out the window blankly. After only a few seconds of waiting, out from around a corner came a tall man with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, with unnaturally blue eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses.
He saw Virgil waiting and gave him a small smile and nod, opening the passenger’s side door and taking a seat, closing the door and buckling his seat belt. “Good afternoon, Virgil.”
“Hey, L. How’d it go today?” His sigh said it all.
“It’s almost as if they aren’t even interested in biology. I’ve tried everything, and I’m still unsure of how to teach them.” Virgil started driving again, holding back a smirk.
“You know, my candy idea’s still on the table.”
“They are students of an extremely prestigious university. You truly think that they would pay more attention if candy were on the line?”
“I mean I probably would’ve paid more attention in college if it meant free candy. Patton bought some a while ago, you could try with that.” Logan hummed in thought. “Alright, I suppose it’s worth a try.”
They pulled into their driveway, the two entering the house. Virgil was immediately hit with the smell of Patton’s chicken adobo, as well as the sound of the man in question singing cheerily as he cooked.
Virgil took off his shoes, placing them next to the welcome mat before turning around. And all of a sudden Patton was there, welcoming him and Logan home and giving us both a kiss on the lips. The first time he had just appeared behind him it gave Virgil a heart attack, but now it was just expected. It was when Patton didn’t appear there to welcome him home that he became concerned.
Patton pulled Virgil into the kitchen to try out his food, his slit pupils dilating and making almost his entire red iris pure black with excitement. Since Virgil was the only one in the house who actually needed food like this to live, he was always the taste-tester. As always, the food tasted incredible, and Patton soon ran through the house to grab everyone for dinner.
Virgil opened the fridge to pull out some drinks for them, before stopping to stare at the top shelf of the fridge. There staring back at him was a severed arm, wrapped in plastic and still covered in blood. He blinked at it for a moment, before sighing and turning around.
“Roman, did you do this?” He shouted through the house.
“Did I do what?” The sound of eight claws clicking across the wood floor drew closer. The drider peeked into the kitchen, looking into the fridge confused. Then realization seemed to strike him. “Oh...”
“Yeah, these go in the basement fridge, dumbass.” Roman grimaced.
“Welcome home, my love?” He spoke delicately. Virgil was tempted to take the arm and smack him with it, but that was a line that even he wasn’t comfortable crossing.
Roman came over, pulling the arm carefully out of the fridge, before quickly pecking a kiss on Virgil’s cheek and skittering out before the human could come up with a snarky response.
Virgil grabbed the drinks and headed to the dining table, seeing that Logan was calmly standing next to the table, with Janus’s tail wrapped around him up to his chest, just enough so that Logan could still use his arms. Logan had already begun reading a book, one arm rested on Janus’s tail as the naga grumbled to himself about misplacing his bowler hat.
By the looks of it, Logan had already shed his more human disguise, his eyes turning a glowing blue like lightning, black veins showing prominently through his paper-white skin.
Janus noticed Virgil come in and unwrapped himself from around Logan, seeming to consider wrapping around Virgil before choosing to do that later, instead curling his tail up and taking a seat at the table. Logan and Virgil followed soon after, with Patton coming in with the food and Roman coming up from the basement.
They talked about their usual: the shitty people Virgil had to talk to, the gossip around the classroom that Roman and Janus begged to hear from Logan, the kind old lady that came to Patton’s bakery every week, and of course, the hunt they were planning to do tomorrow night.
Virgil typically stayed out of that conversation, mostly because it freaked the other four out when he talked about their hunts so casually. When he had first met them it was disturbing to overhear them talk about killing humans, but at this point he had almost grown apathetic towards it. They generally kept the results of their hunts out of Virgil’s life—aside from the occasional body part—so the only thing that concerned him at this point was them coming back alive from them.
Soon dinner was over, the dishes had been washed, and the five had gone to watch Netflix on the couch. Janus was curled around Virgil—as he was the warmest out of all of them—with his arms draped over his shoulders playing with his hair, and the rest of his tail draped over the rest of their boyfriends. Virgil’s legs were on Patton’s lap, Patton’s head was on Logan’s shoulder, and Roman’s head and arms were draped over Logan’s lap, a hand brushing through Roman’s hair.
To anyone looking in on them, it would look like Virgil was currently being squeezed to death while a vampire, ghoul, and drider watched and waited for their prey to die. So it was a good thing they had closed the blinds. Virgil had chosen a horror movie, and was currently taking note of any time the tail around him constricted suddenly. It was a lot more than he expected.
“I thought you liked horror movies.” He spoke smugly as he felt the grip around him tighten and loosen for the tenth time in two minutes. Janus huffed.
“Well of course I do. It’s just that...this serial killer isn’t realistic at all!” Virgil could tell he was lying, but Logan seemed to take it in stride.
“He is only human, that blow to the head would have snapped his neck back, or at the very least fractured his skull. And why haven’t any of them called the police yet? Quite irresponsible and irrational of them.”
“Isn’t it obvious? That serial killer’s a dark mage in disguise!” Roman spoke as if he had just solved a century-long murder mystery.
“Ooh, that sounds cool!” Patton chirped.
“Were dark mages established in this universe?”
“Of course they were, sweetheart, where have you been?” Janus spoke with a small, confident smirk on his face, turning back to the movie before yelping at a jumpscare and breaking the whole smooth guy facade.
Roman proceeded to spin an entire backstory for the murderer, something the movie had been sorely missing. Did it involve mages and a desire for power? Yes it did, which made it all the more interesting.
By the time he and the movie were finished, they had all begun growing tired. Patton had already fallen asleep cuddling Logan’s arm, and Virgil had begun drifting off a moment before the credits started rolling. Roman flicked off the TV, stretching with a yawn. Logan gently picked up Janus’s tail and moved it off of their laps.
“Virgil, could you move your legs?” Virgil mumbled a bit, but otherwise didn’t move. Whether or not he even could move with Janus wrapped around him was still debatable. Roman smirked, inching closer as quietly as possible, before gently lifting Janus from under his arms. Janus hissed in response, annoyed that his heat source had been taken away. Roman simply pulled his torso up, wrapping his tail around his stomach before carefully picking Virgil up and draping him over his abdomen.
Logan picked Patton up and followed Roman to the bedroom, placing Patton down before taking Virgil off of Roman and laying him next to Patton, then getting in bed himself. Roman got comfortable in his blanket nest next to the bed, kissing Janus goodnight before letting him get comfortable under the blankets. He gently took Logan’s hand and kissed him goodnight as well, laying his head on a pillow and closing his eyes.
Virgil slept, surrounded by four creatures that survived by feeding off of humans like himself, and had a peaceful night’s sleep, knowing that no matter what they did to other humans, they would never harm him. And he was grateful to have them.
Part of the Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist AU!
Summary: Virgil is sick. No one knows what to do when a human gets sick, but Logan is willing to sit through his boyfriends' panic as he reads articles about it. (Inspired by a comment by Nichts on AO3)
Warnings: Sickness, Talk of death, Brief talk of cannibalism
Word Count: 1,052
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Why was it so warm? Virgil groaned as he sat up, his head feeling like it was spinning. Roman was snoring to his left, his arms draped over Patton’s torso. Logan and Janus were already up by the looks of things.
Virgil stood up, stumbling and nearly falling. Weird. His head was even foggier than before, and he felt like he was burning up and freezing at the same time. A shudder passed through his body as he walked down the hall.
Janus and Logan were in the kitchen, talking as they prepared breakfast. “G’morning.” Virgil mumbled, confused at how much his throat ached with that word alone. Logan immediately froze, eyes staring down at his eggs as he sniffed the air.
“You smell off.” He spoke bluntly, turning around to face him, looking him up and down. He placed the back of his hand gently against Virgil’s forehead. “Well that’s unusual, your forehead is extremely warm.”
Janus’s eyes widened for a moment, before blinking and shaking his head. “Well he can’t be dying.”
“It’s probably just a fever, I’ll be fine.” Virgil served himself some breakfast, trying to avoid the concern in both Logan and Janus’s eyes. Janus clicked his tongue awkwardly.
“Ah yes...a fever. I definitely know what that is.”
“Oh do you now?”
“Well of course.”
“Then what is—” Virgil was interrupted by a coughing fit, putting down his plate with a clatter onto the counter as he curled into himself. The two immediately scooted closer, Logan patting him on the back as he coughed, Janus scanning him as if trying to figure out what was happening.
Once the coughing fit was done, Janus stuck his tongue out for a moment, confusion written on his face. “What the fuck was that?”
“Just coughing, it’s fine.”
“I believe you should go lie down, Virgil.” Logan began dragging him over to the couch, despite his weak attempts at escape.
“I suppose coughing is a human thing you haven’t told me about?” Janus asked as he followed them into the living room.
“Do nagas not cough?”
“Well, snakes are incapable of coughing, so it would make sense.” Logan covered Virgil with a blanket, to which Virgil stubbornly pulled it off and tried to sit back up. His head began to spin again and he simply ended up collapsing back onto the couch, mumbling, “Alright, whatever.”
“Hmm...what do we do when a human’s sick?” Logan muttered to himself, rubbing his chin as he headed to their bedroom to grab his phone.
“Wait, you’re sick?” Janus looked startled, eyes blown wide as he stared at Virgil.
“I mean, yeah. That’s what a fever is.” Virgil coughed a bit, his eyes squinting closed for a moment. He heard Janus begin spewing out curse words under his breath, and when he opened his eyes up fully, he had a snake tail draped over his legs and a naga clinging to his arm.
“What are you doing?”
“Just don’t talk.” Janus’s body was trembling slightly, his voice laced with worry.
“Dude, this isn’t a big deal—”
“I said don’t talk!”
Logan came back in mumbling through an article he had pulled up, with Patton and Roman trailing after him. “What’s going on?” Roman asked sleepily.
“Virgil’s dying!”
“I’m just sick—”
“He’s dying?” Roman scrambled over to Virgil’s side. Virgil sneezed, wiping his nose before opening his mouth to respond. But he was already too late, Roman had taken his hand and had begun shushing him, fear in his eyes. Patton was about to join them when Logan grabbed him by the shoulder and held him back, still reading his article.
“There’s no need to panic, humans can get sick without dying.” Roman and Janus weren’t listening, they were instead debating over their different beliefs in how to care for a dead body. Logan sighed, asking a still clearly shaken-up Patton to make some soup.
“—and humans would usually chop off the head, but I find that rather rude, so—”
“As interesting as this conversation is, could you not act like I’m already dead? Also I’m not a snake or a spider, so don’t chop my head off or eat me after I die!” Roman blinked, looking down at Virgil with big scared spider-puppy eyes.
“But you’re sick!”
“Sick doesn’t mean death.”
“They are likely reacting this way because they have lived in the wilderness their whole lives, as well as have more animalistic instincts.” Logan pointed out, pulling out a thermometer from the cabinet and sticking it in Virgil’s mouth. “If a snake or spider gets sick in the wilderness, that does more often than not mean it will die. Their concern is extreme, but understandable.”
“So he’s not dying?” Roman asked hopefully.
“No, according to Google, with rest and medication, his state should improve in a few days.” Janus hummed, quickly detaching himself from Virgil’s arm, his cheeks red and embarrassment clear in his eyes.
“Ah yes, I knew that. I simply wanted to mess with Roman.”
“You keep saying whatever makes you feel better, Jan.”
Logan instructed the two on how fevers work and what they had to do to treat it. Patton came in with a big bowl of canned soup, singing quietly to himself to get rid of any residual fear he still had.
After Virgil ate, they all curled up together on the couch, the warm-blooded people curled up next to Virgil, Roman lying at Virgil’s side playing with his hair, and Janus wrapped around and over everyone. Logan had placed a towel on Virgil’s head, as well as called Thomas to let him know Virgil couldn’t come to work.
As Patton and Janus fell asleep and Logan began drifting off, Virgil closed his eyes, his body feeling like it was on fire in more ways than one. He turned to Roman, who had been smiling calmly at him while twisting his hair around and between his fingers. Then a question came to mind.
“Would you guys actually eat me if I died?”
“Only if you wanted us to, my love.” Roman purred. Virgil wasn’t really sure how to process that answer, so he simply shrugged and closed his eyes again. He didn’t have to think about that for now. He was content simply lying there surrounded by their care.
Part of the Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist AU!
Summary: When Virgil got a dying flower from an angry Karen, he wasn't expecting to also get his boyfriend's brother a boyfriend
Warnings: Enough fluff to kill an army
Word Count: 2,357
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The day started with a Karen giving Virgil a dying flower and ended with him being nearly hugged to death by a giant drider. How typical.
Virgil heard the bell jingle as a new customer stepped into the shop, turning to see a woman with a bob cut in probably her late forties walk in, holding a wilting potted plant.
“Good morning, ma’am. How can I help you today?” She huffed, setting the plant on the counter.
“Can you bring this thing back to life?”
“Excuse me?” She pushed the plant closer to him, looking him directly in the eyes.
“I found this flower at the edge of this forest I drive by every day to work. It had such beautiful petals, they were bright pink with white spots on them. I thought it would look nice on my desk, but then it just started dying. Can you fix it?”
Virgil took a deep breath, biting back his desire to point out that plants aren’t like cars; he couldn’t just fix it.
“Well ma’am, it looks like this might be a Deptford Pink. They’re somewhat easy to maintain, so I’m not quite sure what you could have done wrong. The pot looks a bit too small for it, though. And have you been keeping it in the sunlight?”
“Why would I have to?” She scoffed. Virgil wanted to slap her.
“It’s a plant, ma’am. It needs sunlight, and Deptford Pink’s need full sunlight in order to properly grow.”
“My desk isn’t in the sunlight, though! There has to be something you can do.”
“I mean...I guess if you want it to be on your desk you could maybe move it onto your desk whenever you’re working and then move it back into the sunlight when you’re done?” That seemed to properly offend her, and Virgil was happy about that.
“I’d like to speak to your manager, you have no right to talk to me like that.” Virgil nodded, walking into the back, biting back a grin. He opened and closed the door, waiting a few seconds. His coworker Thomas gave him a confused look as Virgil walked back out.
“Hello, I’m the manager, is there a problem here, ma’am?” Virgil asked with a sly grin. She scowled, walking out the door without another word.
Thomas came out from the back, putting a few flowers out on display. “What happened?”
“Karen.”
“Oh.” Virgil looked over the plant the lady had brought in. It was definitely dying, but it could probably still be saved. Virgil took it into the back, grabbing a larger pot for it and filling it with more nutrient-rich soil. He then reached for the flower and carefully took it out of its old pot, placing it gently into its new one.
It seemed to shudder. Virgil blinked, noticing how it swayed unnaturally back and forth for a moment, before seeming to relax and go still.
Virgil looked it over for a moment. Part of him told him that it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Part of him reminded him he was dating four supernatural creatures. How strange was it really for a flower to act a bit weird?
He placed the flower in the sunlight, and it seemed to shudder again. Virgil glanced at the door leading to the actual store. Thomas was still out there, out of earshot. He sighed. No harm in making sure.
“How are you feeling?” He asked the plant. It didn’t respond. “I’m talking to you, I know about beings like you.” It still didn’t respond. Virgil shrugged, giving up and walking back to the front. Guess it was just his mind messing with him.
He got home and carried the flower in, knowing Roman and Patton would probably like it. As usual, he took his shoes off, turned around, and there was Patton.
“Welcome home!” He cheered, coming in close and kissing him on the lips. “How was—” Then he noticed the flower. Virgil had expected Patton to get super excited—he always loved when Virgil brought home plants from his shop—but instead he looked almost freaked out and confused.
“Uh...what’s that you got there, Vee?”
“It’s a Deptford Pink, this Karen came in and started saying all this dumb shit, so—”
“That’s not a flower...” He spoke lightly, shaking his head.
“What do you mean?”
“I...I don’t know! It has a weird smell! It doesn’t really smell like a flower, but it also doesn’t smell like a human, or a vampire, or any species I’ve met!” By this point Logan, Janus, and Roman had come by to welcome Virgil home, but stayed silent to listen to Patton.
Roman tilted his head to the side. “It’s not just a flower?”
“Perhaps it’s another species we are unaware of, then. The only one that comes to mind pertaining to flowers are nymphs, specifically the Leimoniads.” Logan spoke, walking over and taking the pot from Virgil’s hands, studying it from every angle.
“That’s exactly what they are.” Janus said, grabbing the flower from Logan and holding it close to his chest. “I remember back when I lived in my forest there were dozens of nymphs and dryads. Particularly land and river nymphs, those were very common.”
Janus sighed as he looked down at the flower nymph. “Their life forces are connected to the kinds of areas they are born in. For flower nymphs such as this one, it’s valleys and forests. If they are taken out of those areas for too long, their plant will die, and with it, the nymph will die as well.” Patton whimpered.
“Can we just take them into the forest behind the house? Would that work?”
“Possibly. It’s not very common for a nymph to have to reconnect their life forces to another source.”
“Well, it’s worth a shot!” Roman declared, taking the plant gently in his arms and scurrying out the door. Virgil watched him leave for a moment, before remembering that he was the only one in the house who actually knew how to plant a flower. He cursed, gathering up whatever gardening tools he would need and running out the door after him. “Roman you fucking dumbass, wait up!”
Remus hummed to himself as he drew on the walls with animal blood. He was bored, and just couldn’t get to sleep. He was tempted to just break into Virgil’s house and mess with his brother and his soulmates for a bit, but resisted. Virgil would force him to clean up whatever mess he’d make, and for a human, the guy was surprisingly scary.
He groaned, lying back down on his stomach in his web. It was so boring in the cave without anyone else there.
His ears perked up when he heard in the distance two voices.
“You humans are so slow!”
“It’s not my fault I only have two legs!”
“But why are you so slow?”
“Hey, Jan is slower, so—”
“Don’t go comparing yourself to someone with no legs!”
Oh, Roman and Virgil. What were they up to so late at night? Remus shrugged, scuttling out of the cave, deciding to see for himself.
“You have four times as many legs as me, and eight times the amount Janus has, you’re an outlier that shouldn’t be counted in the whole “who’s slow test.”
“How dare you!”
“I dare.”
“Maybe our new friend here can be our deciding vote, huh?” He leaned closer into the flower, raising an eyebrow. “Should I, the handsome and incredible Roman, truly not be counted in a test such as this one?” The flower shuddered. Roman squinted. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“I think they’re saying “Get out of my personal space” Prince Charming.” Roman huffed, moving away from the nymph again, holding them a bit further from his body.
“How come they haven’t turned into some like...pink humanoid person by now? I mean...that’s how nymphs are usually depicted in Greek myths.” Virgil shone his phone’s flashlight around at the trees, wondering if any of them were dryads in disguise.
“I think I remember back when I was very young.” Roman said. “I used to have this dryad as a friend. She said that since her life force was connected to the forest her pine tree lived in, if she were to somehow be disconnected from her forest for too long, her body would go into her tree and she would be unable to take any form outside of her tree until she regained her energy. This nymph is probably just too tired to take form.”
Virgil hummed, walking out into a meadow near the twin driders’ cave. “This place’ll probably work, right?”
“Maybe. Does this place look good to you, my flowery friend?” The flower swayed back and forth. “I’m assuming that’s a yes?” The flower swayed again. “Excellent!”
Virgil dug a hole deep enough for the flower to be moved into, pulling it out of the pot gently and placing it into the hole. The flower shuddered, before swaying back and forth again, seeming to be pleased. Roman smiled.
“Would you like us to leave you alone to rest?” The flower swayed and shuddered. They decided to take that as a yes.
“I guess that means we’ll be leaving, then.” Virgil yawned. “About time. I just wanna eat dinner and go to bed.”
“You and me both.” Roman waved at the flower as he stood up. “We’ll check up on you in the morning, alright? Sleep well!” The two headed back home, continuing their debate about who can be considered slow or fast as they went.
Remus slowly crawled out into the meadow as the two left. He had been too far away to understand what was going on, but apparently they had come out just to plant a flower. He laid down next to the plant, studying it closely.
“What’s so special about you?” The flower swayed without any wind to move it. “Huh. Weird. You some kind of nature spirit?” It continued to sway back and forth.
Remus reached out to touch it, before remembering a certain run-in he had with a dryad before. He had been picking pine needles out of his hair for weeks after touching her. “Can I touch you?” The flower shuddered. “Is that a no?” It began swaying again. “Okay.” He let his arm drop.
“So where’d my brother and his human find you?” No response, which made sense considering flowers can’t speak. “I think Virgey works at some kinda flower shop, right? I don’t get humans with that whole “flower shop” thing. If you want flowers, just fuck around outside, y’know?”
Remus couldn’t completely understand the flower’s swaying and shuddering, but the nymph seemed interested in what he had to say, and that was enough for him. He continued to talk and rant to the flower, appreciating any bit of movement he received.
With a yawn he finished up his story about the first time he killed a human with his bare hands, finally beginning to run out of things to talk about as the sun began to rise. His throat was a bit sore from talking all night, but he was satisfied. His eyelids slowly began to droop.
“Thanks for keeping me company!” Remus squeaked, his eyes flying back open and looking up. Sitting on the opposite side of the flower from him was a three-foot tall man with long, messy pink hair, pale pink skin, and white freckles, smiling at him.
“Woah.” Remus breathed. “You’re hot as fuck.” The nymph chuckled, looking down at the pure black palm of his hand.
“You don’t look so bad yourself!” He hesitated, looking at the handprint on Remus’s chest. “Is it alright if I touch you?” Remus’s face split into a grin, and he nodded eagerly. The nymph took his hand and gently laid it over Remus’s soulmark. The black from both creatures faded away.
Remus cackled happily, pulling the nymph in close and holding him tight. “I’m Remus! I don’t think I introduced myself last night, but I’m Remus! We’re soulmates, holy fuck! Roman can fuck off with his four soulmates, you’re better than all of them combined! I love you, you cute little shit!”
The nymph laughed along, allowing himself to be twirled around and carried as Remus basically danced around the meadow. “I’m Emile! I thought you were my soulmate! While you were talking I saw the hand on your chest and it looked about the size of my hands so all I had to do is put two and two together and bingo bongo!” Emile hugged Remus tighter.
Virgil and his soulmates came out about half an hour later. By that point Emile had already told Remus everything that had happened. The moment Remus saw Virgil, he got up and scrambled over to him.
“Virgil!” He tackled the human, pulling him into a hug that could have very easily broken Virgil’s bones. “You saved my boyfriend’s life! I love you!”
“What?” Virgil choked out. “Lemme go!” Remus let go with a cheer. “I have a boyfriend and he’s hotter than all of you!” Emile waved.
“I’m Emile, I’m his soulmate! Can you believe that?”
“I’m assuming you’re the nymph Virgil and Roman brought out last night?” Logan asked.
“Yup! It’s good to meet you all! I don’t know how to repay you for what you did, but thank you.”
“It’s no problem. Just keep this idiot occupied.” Virgil jabbed a thumb at Remus, trying to regain his breath.
Roman came over to Emile, looking him over for a moment, before smiling and pulling him into a hug. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen my brother this happy so...thank you.” He whispered.
Later on they moved Emile’s flower to just outside of Remus’s cave, that way they would be able to properly live together. Whenever the two were invited over to Virgil’s house, Emile would pot up his plant and bring it with them, since he was tethered to the flower. They made it work, and Remus was excited the entire time.
Part of the Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist AU!
Summary: Virgil's dad decides to come over to meet Virgil's soulmates. Who knew he'd have a story about his own run-in with a beautiful naga
Warnings: Talk of eating people
Word Count: 1,713
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Virgil bit at his thumbnail as he mentally went through their plan. His dad was finally coming over and meeting his boyfriends. Virgil had realized that this would happen eventually, but he had never really planned for it. Patton rubbed gentle circles into his back.
“It’s gonna be alright, sweetheart. I’m sure he’ll understand.” Virgil wiped down the kitchen counters a second time, not taking his eyes away from his work.
“Everyone knows the plan, right?”
“Yup! I’m sure it’ll work out fine. The night’ll end with us all eating dinner around the table having a pleasant conversation, hopefully without him being scared of any of us.” Virgil took a deep breath.
“We’re not telling him about the cannibalism, right?”
“Cool.” Virgil took a final glance around the kitchen, deeming it clean enough, before double-checking the fridge to make sure no one had crammed any body parts in there. Patton could still feel the anxiety in his stiff movements and slightly trembling hands. Once Virgil closed the fridge, Patton gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his back.
“If things don’t go well, I could wipe his memory of it and we could try again some other time. Only if you were okay with that, though.” Virgil hummed, enjoying the feeling of Patton’s cold arms wrapped around him. He didn’t like the idea of Patton mind-controlling anyone, much less his own dad. But in this case...
“We’ll keep that idea on hold.” Just in case he destroyed his relationship with this. Patton smiled, laying a kiss on Virgil’s back. He pulled away and checked the time.
“Your dad said four o’clock, right? He should be here soon.”
“Oh crap.” Virgil ran down the hall, nearly running into Logan as he swung the bedroom door open. Janus and Roman were already lying there, painting each other’s nails. Janus jumped slightly at Virgil’s entrance, looking him up and down for a moment before going back to what he was doing.
“Did you need to grab something before your father got here?”
“Just...wanted to check on you guys.” Virgil walked over to the bed, shoving a part of Janus’s tail out of the way before taking a seat. “You guys are gonna be quiet, right?”
“You act like that’s hard for us to do.” Roman spoke. Virgil stared at him until he noticed, causing him to huff in an annoyed fashion. “Okay, fair point. But we’ll try our best! We don’t want to ruin what you have.”
“You told your brother about this, right? He won’t be crashing through the window like he does pretty much every Friday night?”
“I told him, Emile’s keeping him distracted.” Virgil nodded to himself, trying to think of anything he might be missing. Janus put a hand on Virgil’s cheek.
“It’s going to be fine. This will work out. You, Logan, and I came up with the plan ourselves, so the chances of it going wrong aren’t very likely.”
“Well that’s optimistic.” Virgil mumbled. There was a knock on the door, causing Virgil to bolt up off the bed. “Alright, well...just stay quiet in here. I’ll call you guys in when he’s ready.” He practically ran out the door. Patton had already opened the front door, welcoming and introducing himself to Virgil’s father.
Virgil skidded to a stop once he got to the living room, giving his dad an awkward smile and wave, glancing quickly at Patton to make sure he had donned his human disguise.
“Pretty nice place you found here, Vee. Next to a forest too, huh?” Virgil’s dad spoke as he took a look around.
“Yeah. Good for photography and plants and stuff.” He didn’t want to mention the drider cave in walking distance from his home.
“Well, that suits you alright.” Logan came in in his human form, introducing himself to the father. They had all sat down around the coffee table, allowing Virgil’s dad to get to know them a bit before revealing anything to him. By the time he had been there for a full hour and Logan had begun making dinner, Virgil decided it was time to spill.
“So, uh...dad, about my soulmates—” He gestured awkwardly to Patton and Logan, “—they’re not exactly human.” Virgil’s father stared blankly, his mind seeming to have malfunctioned. Patton glanced at Virgil nervously, before shedding his human disguise.
“Mr. Sanders, I know this is probably really weird and scary, and maybe difficult to understand, but I’m a vampire, and Logan’s a ghoul.”
“We are not planning on eating your son if you have concerns about that.” Logan added. Virgil’s dad nodded slowly, glancing between the two.
“Huh.” He thought for a moment. “So are you two dead, or did you come to life or—”
“We were kinda born like this.” Patton answered. “Our parents and siblings are vampires and ghouls, too.”
“Okay...so what about your other soulmates? Where are they, actually?” Virgil furrowed his brow, confused at how calmly he was taking this.
“They’re in the bedroom. I could have them come out if you wanna meet them.” His dad nodded eagerly, only adding to Virgil’s confusion as he ran to the bedroom to call them out.
His father’s eyes passed right over Roman, only to land on Janus, staring with a somewhat nostalgic look in his eyes. “A naga, huh?” He chuckled to himself. “What, does seducing snakes run in the family?”
“I’m sorry, what?” His dad’s smile widened as he seemed to prepare himself to tell a story he had been waiting his whole life to tell.
“Son, did I ever tell you how I met your mother?”
“If you end this by saying I’m half naga or something, I swear to god.” Virgil returned to the couch, Roman and Janus taking their seats right next to him.
“Oh no, don’t worry, you’re completely human. You do technically have a couple adopted naga siblings, though.” The father seemed to relish in Virgil’s confusion, as he wouldn’t continue until Virgil demanded for him to explain what the hell he meant.
“You see, bud, back in college I stumbled into the woods and ran into this really beautiful naga named Medea. Long red hair, bright yellow eyes, blood dripping from her mouth, the works. And she was holding these four naga eggs and wasn’t really able to do anything while protecting them, so I just decided to try and help her out.” He sighed, his eyes glazed over as he reminisced.
“Yeah, I almost died, it was kinda hot. We got to talking after that and eventually she trusted me enough to watch her eggs while she went hunting for whatever she ate. We kinda hit it off and were a thing all throughout college, but then when college was over I had to move out of my dorm. I asked her and the kids to come with me to a new home, but she just didn’t want to.” He scanned over Janus for a moment, smirking to himself before continuing.
“She wanted me to live in her cave, and I wasn’t really comfortable with that. So, she got upset and started trying to kidnap me, and that was kind of the turn off. Had to sneak out at night to stay with a friend and her roommate a few miles away. And then when I got there, I introduced myself to her roommate, a simple “Hey I’m Toby, good to meet ya,” we shook hands, and that’s when we realized we were soulmates.”
He ended the story with a pat on Virgil’s knee and a proud smile. “And that’s how I met your mother. Well, one of your mothers; your other mom was a barista at a coffee shop.” They all stared at him with wide eyes, seeming to still be processing the whole “kidnapping” part.
“Dad, what the fuck?”
“Yeah.” His dad said with a sigh. “I try to stay out of Alabama just in case Medea’s still looking for me.” Janus took a deep breath, nodding and accepting that this was truly what he had just heard.
“Well, Mr. Sanders, I can assure you that I’m nothing like this Medea. I would never do that to Virgil.”
“You tried to make me stay in your cave when we first started dating.” Janus sent Virgil a glare before forcing on a calm face.
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t try to kidnap you.”
“Well...”
“Shut up, that was one time.” Janus hissed. Patton cleared his throat.
“So does this mean you’re okay with us dating?”
“Oh hell yeah, go ahead.”
“Wait, seriously?” Virgil asked. “I kept our relationship a secret for almost a whole year only to find out I could’ve told you about it right away?” His dad shrugged.
“And who’s fault is that really?”
“Dad, they kill people!”
“I’m fine with that, and it looks like you are, too.” The timer for the oven went off and Logan went to take care of it while Virgil tried to think of a comeback. Soon enough the six were having a casual discussion over dinner, and all was well.
That night as they all laid in bed, Virgil stared up at the ceiling blankly. “What do you think my moms are gonna think of this?”
“Wait, they aren’t dead?” Roman mumbled, already half-asleep.
“No, they were working tonight.”
“Well, your dad will probably tell them all about us, and that will confuse them quite a bit.” Logan answered.
“I wonder if he ever told them about Medea.” Patton questioned, running a hand across Janus’s tail.
“Probably not, so...your mothers are in for quite the confusing night, Virgil.” Janus smirked. Virgil couldn’t even imagine having to explain both his dad’s past relationship with a naga and his current relationship with four creatures his moms probably weren’t even aware existed at the same time.
He smirked, admittedly kind of pleased to imagine what his dad was probably going through right about now. “Good. Well, goodnight. Love you guys.” Patton hummed happily, curling up closer to him. With a chorus of various different love yous thrown around, the five drifted off slowly to sleep, Virgil feeling as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
