Rated E for Explicit!
Relationship: Polytrix.
No Content Warnings
This is pure smut and fluff. And also my first time writing smut. I hope you enjoy this!
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Taglist: @spookyanxiety
Rumi gasped as Zoey, the smaller of the two, pushed her onto the bed while Mira just stood. Watching them, in wait for a sign that she needed to act.
The taste of sushi entered Rumi's mouth, while the weight of Zoey, now situated in her lap, kept shifting and making out with her. She was less than prepared for Mira suddenly pressing against her back, and a soft moan escaped from her.
"Aww, you're glowing."
"Isn't she so cute like this?"
Mira and Zoey's comments made her open her eyes again, seeing the room bathed in a blue light. From her patterns. Stuttering out her response, one of the lyrics to Golden. Only to feel Mira on her neck and Zoey's tongue in her mouth, and she melted.
It didn't take long before her shirt was off, and her shorts weren't far behind. Mira tracing fingers up her back, following the patterns as they glowed brighter and brighter, slowly releasing the bra hook.
Zoey, no longer wearing anything herself, and Mira, who had her bare chest on Rumis back, started biting at Rumi's neck. And, well, she couldn't hold back the want of her girls to ruin her. Moaning as bare skin rubbed against bare skin.
Suddenly, due to a mischevious look Rumi missed, she felt as air hit her back, just before she was pushed into laying down on the mattress.
"Wha—"
"Don't worry, we just thought this would give us—"
"We're gonna trace your patterns, they're so pretty!"
And then, the both of them in front of her on different sides, started trailing kisses along the patterns on her arms. When Zoey, who was going much faster, sat up to get better air, Rumi's arm shot out, and brought her down to kiss her. This time she was the one in Zoey's mouth. She still tasted like sushi. She only stopped when Mira started biting at her neck, a harder one leaving Rumi gasping.
"Y'know, if you'd have told us about your patterns before," Mira grinned, "We would have been able to do this a lot earlier."
Rumi had a response, she did, but she'd failed to notice Zoey move down, towards her legs. And, the feel of her smaller girlfriend's tongue trailing her clit down to her vagina, left her a moaning mess.
Mira only smirked at her, before lifting her up and positioning them so that Rumi's head was on her taller girlfriend's tits. Arms, that had been wrapped just under Rumi's breasts, were now moved so Mira's hands could play with her girlfriend. Following the patterns on her chest and kisses on her neck and now fingers in her vagina Rumi collapsed into both of her girlfriends. A mess that she'd never have imagined she'd be able to be around them.
Walls she'd had up, for their safety. For her safety. Crumbling around her as she allowed them to wreck her in every possible way. It was the middle of the next day before they left her room.
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A short story, slightly inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's poems:
Spirits of the Dead
Fairy Land
This short story talks about and goes over uncomfortable subjects, viewer discretion is advised
To worship was to die, to worship was to give yourself away and never be the same. Many would worship gods of unknown origins. Many would defend their beliefs to the death, or kill others with hatred to spread their own beliefs onto others.
Eliana, or Elie, did not worship. Everyone thought she did, everyone swore she prayed to the Highmost when she entered the steeple. Eyes glazed and glossy, clearly entered by the Spirit.
Saying she'd been holy since birth, and watching as she did all the traditions right. She never had married, but the town had let it go. She was searching for the perfect man. That is what they told themself of this girl they saw as nothing more than how well she kissed the feet of their so-called all loving God.
What they did not know is she hid a secret so deep, so terrifying to let out. What they did not know is she did not worship their God. Their God which had inspired them to ostracize those unworthy, their God who told them to shun those who put one hair out of place, their God who inspired them to commit the worst atrocities to those outside their view.
She did not worship this God of theirs, only pretending so as to avoid being an embarrassment, a dissapointment, a blight upon the town which loved her so. Scared of what she would be told, to save her soul.
So she lied, she took the bread, drank the wine, and lied. About everything, about it all. Eliana had tried to worship in the past, had tried to believe all the doctrines she'd been told. But the hypocrisy she found of the townsfolk, the way they would covet and cheat and lie the minute they thought no one could see.
And yet, she saw and she knew. She knew of every time the pastor had taken advantage of a woman in the church, of every life on his hands. She heard her father scream that their God's love was real as he beat her for a question. She'd learned never to question.
So she took the bread, she took the wine, and she pretended. Sometimes in hope that this God was real, that this God would see what was happening in the town. Yet she could not shake the voices of the dead that followed her.
The voices of those that had been silenced in the beginnings of the town, the voices of those who had been murdered in the name of Holiness and security haunted her. Whispered to her. Made her wonder if there was more to life than this worship of a God who seemingly did not care.
Visiting the graveyard had been something Elie had done for years. The townsfolk thinking she respected the loved ones of hers who died, never knowing there was a darker truth to it.
Yet, she had never had the guts to traverse to the dead's burial ground at night. Not all the dead were buried there, she could hear the screams underneath the Church in town of those who had died in the basement. Of those who were forgotten by the congregation, written off as unnecessary, as unwanted.
Tonight however, she made it to the graveyard, and she heard the dead's whispers halt for just a second. Before they turned into a gut wrenching scream, tearing her soul out from under her.
Trees in the graveyard reached towards her, as the spirits of those remained dragged her, hung her by the neck, and killed her.
She did not resist, thinking the end would be a better result than her life. Yet when she awoke sobbing and crying in her room she wondered if perhaps it was just nothing more than a dream.
Only, she'd lost her soul, her spark. The town had killed it, she knew that, the dead claimed it as recompense. A husk of who she used to be, she withdrew.
Elie withdrew and in isolation found a ritual that should she have been a Godly woman, would have scoffed at. A ritual that would ruin the town for years to come, none who would wish to live there could feasibly survive.
It was small changes at first, the wood rotting the stone eroding. The smell of rot and decay present everywhere. Weather so terrifying, so unrelenting the town prayed for it to go away. But if their God heard he was not intervening. Through this Eliana grinned.
She took the bread and the wine, and watched it decay in her hands. She took it and through it she watched as the dead grew in number, yet the screams in her ears were no more.
Watching, waiting as the ghosts took their revenge, their torment on those whose heads were so high in holiness they could not bear the blood on their hands. She watched as one by one, the town became a ghost until all that remained was herself. And to the tree, where the spirits stole her soul, did she go. With rope in hand, and one last note that none would read, she hung her head in a warning.
This fic is rated: Teen
Creator is choosing not to warn
Working Summary: The Villies, a well established group in the town of Strawberry, have one train heist go wrong and everything goes awry. Now traveling with the Cabin Crew, they must find a safe place to stay, as now they're wanted criminals.
Rating: Teen and up
Creator is choosing not to warn
Taglist: @sharkiesforjoy @cutebisexualmess
Thank you @cameforstuff for beta reading this!
Sweltering hot summer, temperatures hot as the sun. No garden beds, trees spread out and short as the buildings, some barely taller. And yet the residents there persisted, going about their days with umbrellas to give them shade, and fans to cool them off. Not that the fans did much when it was over one-hundred Fahrenheit. However a plan is being set into motion, in a room filled to the brim with ice, by a group of three well dressed yet devious individuals.
"So," Grian's grin, wide as the desert itself, matching the faces of his companions, "We're in agreement then?"
"I believe so." Gem's reply came quickly.
"I see nothing wrong with it," the third member of the party, Pearl, agreeing to it, none of her usual hesitation present.
This was a plot they'd been figuring out since last month, when they heard about the train passing through their small town of Strawberry. It was a passenger train, transporting people. But rumour had it, that there was a whole cart dedicated to transporting a rare metal called Marbiliane.
Marbiliane was used in nearly every new piece of technology. Including refrigerators and telephones, along with newer air conditioning models.
However, due to the dangers that came from general mining, along with how rare it was to find in the cave systems, all of these things were expensive. Far too much for the average person to own anything nearly as nice.
The Villies, were not average, as they'd managed to get their hands on this metal multiple times, selling it under the table for an exorbitant price… along with attempting to find a way to recreate it. In their time together, never once had they gotten caught.
Unbeknownst to the Villies, on the train was a crew of four individuals. All of them there for similar reasons as to this trio. Having snuck in when no one was looking, conversing with the other passengers to act like they belonged, no one was the wiser to their plan.
When the train had stopped in Strawberry, a mandatory 35 minute break in order to make sure it was functioning properly, this crew of four left momentarily. Seeing the sights, leaving the carriage that was purposefully meant to be empty, without a hint that they were there.
And a little while after they had started boarding the train again, was when the Villies had broken into the empty carriage. The group of three thinking they had free reign, only for the door to open ten seconds later.
"And then, you know what I said, Sco— Well hello there!" Scar, greeted the Villies in his wheelchair. "What are you doing here?"
"I think the more pertinent question is what are you doing here!" Grian countered, caught off guard by the new faces.
"Oh no you don't! We asked first!" Bdubs, spoke up. "You answer my brother right now! What are you doing here? In our carriage?"
"Your carriage?! Your carriage?! I think that you'll find that this is our carriage, paid for and everything!"
"Uh, you must have the wrong carriage then, because I think you'll find that this is ours!"
Taking a look at the group - who must have snuck past them unnoticed - while Bdubs and Grian continued arguing, Scott came to a dreadful realization. Those three were here for the same reason as the Cabin Crew, and there was no way to ditch them without getting caught… still he wanted to make sure before he gave anything away.
Whistling loudly, getting the attention of everyone there, he spoke up, "Alright everyone! Clearly we should ask the conductor who has this carriage reserved."
"You can't do that!" Gem shouted, before clamping her mouth shut.
"Ah, so you aren't in the right carriage-"
"Scott, why would we get the conductor? We don't want to get caught either."
This is my gift for @the-void-dragons for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange! I hope you like it!
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Summary: The past few days have been rough for Virgil, since he's stayed late at work due to a shortage of staff to unload equipment and put it on the shelves. When he returns home late one night, he practically collapses, thankfully his boyfriends are there to help him through it. During his lunchbreak at work he learns that he'll be getting a raise because of his hard work. Ecstatic with the news, he realizes he can surprise his boyfriends a lot earlier than he planned to.
Pairing: sleepanxceitmus
Rating: Teen, mostly fluff with a very tiny portion of hurt/comfort in the beginning
CWs: murder mention(no actual murder), slight innuendo(it doesn't go anywhere), mutilation mention(no actual mutilation), collapsing
Words: 2448
Virgil all but collapsed after flinging open the door to his house. He was surprised as two pairs of arms caught him and someone else ran into the kitchen, as his boyfriends were usually asleep when he got home.
“Spiderling, are you alright?” Janus asked, his voice overly soft and full of concern, as he leads Virgil to the couch.
“Yeah! Do we gotta murder someone, your employer maybe?” Remus chimed in from directly behind Virgil, his naturally scratchy voice sounding tamer; as if scared he’d make the situation worse.
Now on the couch, Virgil sighed, curling into the warmth surrounding him before attempting to answer the questions that had been asked. “No, it’s fine. I was just asked to stay late again. We had another—”
“Boo,” Remy called from in the kitchen, “you have been staying late all week. At this point, the only way you won’t stay late is if you have a sick day.”
“Oh, well that’s certainly an idea, why don’t you call in sick.”
“Jan, I can’t just call in sick when I’m not! That’s how I’d get fired and then I won’t be able to pay my share of the bills.”
“Has your boss said anything about firing you?”
“I mean no, but—”
“And anywho Babes, you’re not required to stay past your work time.”
“Is your boss making you? If so we could mu—”
“Everyone stop!” Virgil shouted interrupting Remus, his breathing picking up. “Look, I get that I don’t have to stay past but we’ve had so many orders that we need more workers. Which we don’t have! And I’m not the only one staying late. Everyone, including the morning workers, are showing up to get everything done.”
He realized halfway through his anxious ramblings that Remus and Janus were both squishing his sides. Sighing, he sunk into them more, and noticed the smell of hot chocolate; his favorite drink. No longer feeling as stressed as when the conversation started, Virgil kept talking.
“I know that I’m overworked, but I can’t leave stuff for someone else to do, when I’m already there.”
Virgil could feel Remus pouting against his head. “But Virgey, if you overwork yourself you could easily slip, and then whatever you’re carrying will fall on your head, breaking open—”
“I doubt any of that will happen love,” Janus cut in before Remus could spiral any further, “however, Remus is correct, you overworking yourself like this isn’t good for anyone.” Before Virgil could attempt to say something in return, Remy entered the living room with two cups of hot cocoa.
“Plus Boo, you overworking yourself cuts into us time. As much as we love each other it just doesn’t feel the same when you’re not there.”
Groaning, Virgil grabbed his drink as soon as Remy was close enough. “Okay, I get it. I’ll try not to stay late tomorrow.”
Remus cackled as if he had won something, while Janus and Remy shared looks of smug satisfaction. Seeing that Virgil was situated with his drink, Remy handed the other cup to Janus before heading back to the kitchen for two more cups.
During the time it took for Remy to get to the kitchen, Janus leaned into Virgil’s ear and whispered, “if you get back early enough we can watch movies together.”
“We could even watch one of those shows that winds you up,” Remus attempted to purr, wiggling his eyebrows when Virgil snorts and looks at him.
“As tempting as that is, I don’t think I’m up for that. This week has been exhausting. Would cuddles be okay Rat?”
“Absolutely!”
Less than a second later Virgil yelped, doing his best not to spill his cocoa everywhere, as Remus squeezed him harder. Thankfully Janus quickly took the mug from him and put it on the small table next to the couch.
“Babes! I’ve told you to wait for me when we’re suffocating our emo with affection! And here I was getting the both of you some of this hot, liquid, chocolatey heaven.” Remy said, playfully going to take a sip out of Remus’s octopus mug, which prompts Remus into jumping off the couch and almost tackling the larger of the two.
“Both of you!” Janus sighed, which caught the attention of the two squabbling men. “If the drinks spill, both of you will be mopping for a week. Also, Remy, my favorite barista, you can only threaten to steal something of mine when you haven’t given it to me yet. If you’d be so inclined to look, you will find that it is your mug that you are currently holding, not mine.”
Virgil had no choice but to snicker at the affronted faces that both of them made.
“But double d! You know I’m allergic to soap!”
“Well then, maybe you should keep from spilling drinks all over the floor,” came Janus’s reply, and Virgil didn’t have to look to know that he was smirking. Remus growled playfully before jumping into Janus’s lap, getting a small “oomph” out of him. Remy, cackling at the sight, sat down next to Virgil, before handing Remus his hot chocolate. Virgil spent the rest of that night cuddling and joking around with his boyfriends.
Virgil awoke the next day to one of his boyfriends lightly shaking him.
“Huh? Wha’s goin ‘n?” Virgil grunted, groggily looking at whoever was looming over him, and realized that it was Janus. He was smirking, his face holding a faint blush.
“Well dear, I would love to let you sleep longer. Unfortunately, I have work and the others have already left to their jobs as well.”
Stretching, Virgil looked up at his boyfriend, trying not to go back to sleep on the couch. After a few moments, Virgil shook his head, attempting to chase away the drowsiness.
“Alright, do you want me to cook for both of us?”
“Are you sure Spider? I don’t want to add undue stress and—”
“Worrying is my job little Snake,” Virgil said, despite being the smaller of the two, “and anyways, it’s fine, it’ll wake me up more. Which means I won’t have to worry about being late to work.”
“If you’re sure love, but please don’t overtax yourself over this.”
“If it’s too much I’ll call you in. Are we still able to watch movies tonight?”
“Of course, as long as you come home from work early enough.”
Virgil professionally ran towards the breakroom as soon as it was time for his lunch break, or dinner break as it was often called. While there hadn’t been too many customers, the ones he had interacted with had been less than kind. Most of them being upset with the lack of their specific brand of gesso that they desperately need. Or getting upset because they were out of a specific colour or brand of paint. And Virgil understands the frustration, when he has free time he loves to paint, however he shouldn’t get yelled at because the customer has to wait until the next day to get something.
As he was eating, his boss entered the breakroom. She was overall a good boss, far better than most of his previous ones, but whenever she entered the breakroom it meant staying late.
“Hello Virgil.”
“Good evening Ms. Brooke. I apologize in advance, but I won’t be able to stay late tonight.”
Ms. Brooke blinked a bit before responding, “that isn’t what I came in here to tell you. I’m giving you and everyone else who has stayed late these past few days a bonus and a pay raise. Starting next week you’ll be receiving $17.25 an hour instead of $16.”
Virgil’s eyes were a little bit wider, not having expected any of that. “Thank you! Can I ask how much the bonus is?”
“I’m still figuring it out, but it’ll be at least $50. $100 if I can get corporate to agree,” her voice changing from strictly professional to professionally dry when she said this next part, “of course, since it’s corporate, we can’t expect much.”
Virgil snorted in agreement before turning back to his sandwich. Truthfully he was very ecstatic about the pay raise and bonus. Riding the high of the news he received, he went back to work with a bounce in his step.
If everything went according to plan, he could start looking at rings next week.
A week later Virgil was at the jewelry store, looking around aimlessly as he waited for the person running the place to be free. He had already done the research he needed before entering. After a few minutes he was the only person in the shop, so he approached the person who was behind the counter.
“Uh, hi, I was wondering if I could get some custom made rings?”
“Of course! How many, and can I have measurements?”
“I’ll need three rings. Their measurements are 46.5 millimeters, 49.2 millimeters, and 51.9 millimeters.”
“Alright! Now what would you like them to look like?”
Virgil left the jewelry shop, putting a reminder on his phone to return in two weeks time.
The hardest part about keeping what he was doing a secret was keeping it a secret. Virgil’s boyfriends were terrifyingly perceptive, and he was a terrible liar. Thankfully that problem had been something he’d expected. What he hadn’t expected was for Remy to be the one to confront him, as it was usually Remus who did. And when it wasn’t him it was Janus.
Remy and Virgil were cuddling in their shared bedroom, when the taller of the two broke the silence.
“Hey Boo, we’ve all noticed that you’ve been acting a bit off. Don’t get me wrong, we love that you’re smiling more, we’re just curious as to what’s going on.”
Virgil looked into his boyfriend’s eyes, tempted to ask right then and there. But he couldn’t ruin the surprise. Plus the rings wouldn’t be ready for another week.
“Don’t worry, my Sloth, I promise it’ll make sense soon.”
Remy looked confused, but thankfully he didn’t push it any further, only raising one eyebrow before pulling Virgil closer. “Alright Hun, I’ll tell the others what you told me. I can’t promise they won’t ask questions though. You know how they are.”
It was time to go back to the shop, to get the rings. His boss had given him the day off, but he hadn’t told his boyfriends, that way he could inconspicuously leave the house around that time without them getting suspicious. He’d texted Roman, Remus’s brother, to keep those three busy for a few hours when he left the house in order to let Virgil set everything up.
When he got to the jewelry store, the person recognized him immediately.
“I’ve got your rings in the back. Give me one minute and I’ll get them to you.”
Virgil nodded, rocking back and forth on his feet as he waited. Nervous about all the things that might go wrong, yet excited for everything that could happen.
“Alright, here you go! Do you like them? And is it okay if I ask what they’re for?”
Virgil inspected the rings carefully, anxious that he might break them, before putting them back with a huge grin.
“They’re perfect! And yeah, I’m proposing to my boyfriends.”
Making his way home, Virgil was a little anxious, wondering if his boyfriends had left yet. However that dimmed when he noticed on of their other cars gone.
Once inside the house Virgil started cooking their favorite food, something they called fancy ramen.
After he was done with that, he got into his favorite outfit, an outfit his boyfriends had only seen him in once. It was a gorgeous black dress with white stitching and purple detailing, paired with black two inch block heels. When he was finished getting into the outfit, he put the rings in his desk and texted Roman to send his boyfriends home, and then he started to put on his makeup. He gave himself smoky eyes, and put purple eyeshadow on his lower eyelids, finishing the look with his dark purple lipstick just before his boyfriends got home.
Carefully speed-walking to the door, he watched as Remus opened his mouth, but Virgil managed to speak first.
“No, you didn’t forget an anniversary, no I’m not fired from my job, and with that out of the way I need you all not to question me,” Virgil paused, taking a deep breath in, “if you do, I won’t be able to do what I planned. Also, if you would all sit at the table, please.”
He assumed his boyfriends heard the quiver in his voice as Remus shut his mouth and he managed to only get slightly worried looks before they complied.
Retreating to the kitchen Virgil filled four bowls with the fancy ramen, taking two at a time to the table. It was surprisingly quiet as they ate, all three of his boyfriends sneaking curious and worried glances at him. They seemed to desperately wish to know what was going on, considering how violently Remus was rocking in his chair, but none of them wanted to spook Virgil.
“Please go to the living room and close your eyes until I say you can open them,” Virgil said while nervously fidgeting with his hands. Janus placed one of his hands on Virgil’s back, right before Remy spoke up.
“Alright hun. But after that please tell us what’s going on.”
“I will.”
Virgil was shaking slightly when he went to collect the rings. Being very careful he made sure to keep them as hidden as possible before heading to the living room, just in case. He was so incredibly grateful to see that his boyfriends each had a blindfold on.
Carefully he put the rings on the table in the room in the same order that his boyfriends were in; Remus’s ring is placed on the very left side, the ring itself looking like a rat on it’s back holding a green bloodstone; Janus’s ring is put in the middle, featuring a snake wrapped around a yellow tourmaline; and finally Remy’s ring is on the very right with a sloth cuddling smoky quartz.
“Alright, you can look now.” Virgil was rubbing his arms while he watched them take off the blindfolds. All three of them gasping when they see the rings.
“Will you marry me?” Before Virgil could start doubling back and doubting what he’d just asked, Remus spoke.
“Fuck yeah!”
“Of course Babes!”
“Absolutely!”
It only took Virgil a moment to realize that all of them were crying tears of joy.
Taglist(please tell me if you'd like to be added/removed!): @hyperfixated-homo @cutebisexualmess @nebulous-astronaut @uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous @thegoldenduckie
Ships: Eventual dukexiety, (idk if there will be any other ships yet)
AU: A band AU with a Soulmate twist!
Taglist: @hyperfixated-homo @cutebisexualmess @uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous (Please tell me if you'd like to be added/removed from the taglist!)
A big thank you to @simple-seranade for the idea!
CWs: none that I caught(please tell me if I missed anything)
Masterpost / Next Chapter
Words: 307
12/19/23 7:00 am
Hello,
My name is Virgil, and you are my journal. Mom recently got me a new one to write in because I filled up the old one. To be very clear, you will mostly be used for song lyrics and venting. What I have to say isn’t always pretty. You’re also one of my birthday presents. One of three from my family members. I don’t really have any friends, except for Logan, who’s friends with Patton. Don’t get me wrong, Patton’s nice and all, but he doesn’t really like me, finds me scary. Idk how I feel about him. Oh, right, my presents. Mom got me a new binder, and dad got me a keyboard. I’ll have to play around with it. But it’s much more portable than a piano for sure. Oh right. Maybe I should introduce you to myself, journal. I already told you my name, but my gender and pronouns are a secret for you still, I guess. I always introduce myself in each new journal, I don’t know why. Just feels nice to actually introduce myself to something. I am way too socially awkward to introduce myself to someone else. Anyways, my gender is fluid, and my default pronouns are storm/storms. But I’ll try and update my pronouns in you each time they change. That way, I can get better at updating my pronouns to other random people, if I ever get the chance to. Anyways there’s this band competition in my town, but I need two other people in order to qualify. Maybe I’ll ask Logan and Patton. Don’t know what we’d do though. Well, Logan can play the guitar, just need to figure out what Patton can do. Anyways, goodbye for now journal. I’ll talk to you after dinner, well write to in you.
No it is not almost 4 am now where I live shut up /j /s
Ships: Prinxiety and Dukexiety (Roman and Remus both date Virgil and are fine with it)
Want to make it very clear, Virgil thought Remus was a boy until it introduced himself.
Angst/Fluff, mostly fluff though
CWs: transphobia, accidental misgendering, deadnaming, death mentions(no actual death, I swear), self-deprecation, tell me if I missed any!
Words: 5080
Feel free to spam my inbox with questions about this au
Taglist: @uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous @hyperfixated-homo @cutebisexualmess @starlocked01 Please tell me if you'd like to be added/removed!
Virgil didn’t know what to do. Storm didn’t know what to do because storm liked these two boys. And they were siblings. And Virgil knew that they wouldn’t like storm back, because who would? Storm was self-deprecating, small, and honestly not that attractive. At least not in storm’s eyes. Virgil had weird eyes too, and who would want a freak like storm, with storm’s weird mismatched eyes. One of them a deep purple and the other a bright green. Plus storm’s clothing choices were questionable to most. Most of the time storm wore a black with purple patches hoodie, along with an oversized Fall Out Boys T-shirt, with black jeans. The most expensive thing storm wore were storm’s Doc Martins, although storm had some more expensive shoes at home. Shoes were the one thing storm ever splurged on, because Virgil couldn’t design or make shoes. Storm could hand sew some clothing. Specializing in skirts, but storm was getting better at making dresses, shirts, and pants as well. Also storm loved hand sewing, as it was calming and took up time. Storm was also decent at painting abstract art, and somewhat good at drawing humanesque figures on storm’s computer. So maybe Virgil wasn’t actually useless, storm just thought that way because of past incidents, but let’s not wander there yet. As Virgil was circling into storm’s own thoughts of panic, storm saw movement out of the corner of storm’s eye. Virgil freaked out for a moment, before remembering storm was at the local coffee shop, and there was going to be some movement. It did not help storm’s panic, however, when storm saw who walked in. It was the two siblings. And their friends. And oh, Virgil was so screwed if they saw storm. So so very screwed. Mainly because none of them know Virgil’s actual name, just storm’s deadname, because of course storm’s job at the local college wouldn’t let storm change storm’s name! And storm is so used to not being deadnamed or misgendered here. Just wearing different wristbands to denote the gender that storm was for that day, if storm could pinpoint it down. After all being genderfluid wasn’t easy sometimes. Also now, whenever Remy’s shift ended, Virgil would have to be very careful not to mention either crush’s name because they were here. And by the looks of everyone’s bags, they were here for a while. So Virgil hid behind storm’s computer screen, and did storm’s best not to draw attention to stormself. But eventually…
“Hey, bitch! I’m off my shift!” Remy shouted for the whole cafe to hear. A few of the regular customer’s chuckled, but the table that the two siblings and their posse had sat at all looked confused for a second, and Virgil could feel the heat rush to storm’s cheeks. Storm was not ready to come out to any of those five over there yet. Thankfully Remy’s partner, Emile, walked in just at that moment. Virgil looked at their necklace, and it was pink. Meaning they were a girl today, but storm would wait until storm could see their pronoun pins before using she/her for them.
“Love, what did we say about cursing right after you got off shift?”
“Too wait five minutes before doing so… but, like, hon-”
“Nope, you almost got fired last time you called Virgil a bitch right after you got off of your shift, and we can’t afford to live off of one income in this economy.” Emile stated. And now Virgil could die, because both of them were about to sit at storm’s table, after just calling storm by storm’s preferred name. In front of storm’s crushes who did not know storm’s preferred name. Which, to be fair to Remy and Emile, Virgil was out pretty much everywhere except for storm’s job. Which didn’t allow storm to be out and storm thought that was stupid. But storm couldn’t afford to live based on just commissions and sponsorships alone just yet, so they had to deal with it. Either way, Virgil had been kind of hoping to tell the siblings on storm’s own, without being accidentally outed to them. And, oh great, all of them were paying attention to Remy and Emile now. Who had just kissed, and were walking over to Virgil right now. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! What do I do. Virgil’s heart started pounding, and it was getting harder for storm to breathe, and then storm was shocked and sucking in a huge breath of air after storm felt something cold against storm’s skin.
“Hun, you good, you haven’t freaked out like that here for a while.” Remy’s voice was full of concern. And Virgil nearly cried. Storm had had a panic attack in front of storm’s two crushes. In front of people that constantly talked to storm at the college. Storm was so very fucked if they recognized him.
“I’m fine,” Virgil croaked out, well at least storm’s voice wouldn’t be recognizable, “can we talk about it later?”
“Yeah of course, whatever you need.” Emile said, and Virgil could see their pronoun pins now. So she is using she/her today, good to know.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you two about it later,” Virgil whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear storm. Both of storm’s friends nodded, and storm breathed out a sigh of relief. However before storm could go back to drawing, storm heard a gasp from the table that storm’s crushes were sitting at.
“You’re the person who works at the college right? The one who helps with art and english papers!” Excitement seeping out of this individual’s voice. Virgil looked over, and it was Patton. The guy who storm had helped with an english paper and art assignment. Although the english paper was what storm was payed to do. Patton had chestnut brown eyes, with brown hair to match. If Virgil had remembered correctly something Patton had said, he was from Papua New Guinea. So english hadn’t been his first language, as his parents taught him some other language, Virgil couldn’t remember what it was called, but storm thought it was cool that Patton knew another language. Sometimes storm wished that storm had payed more attention in spanish class. Mainly having taken it because storm’s family was from Mexico, and neither Virgil nor storm’s mother had been taught the language. Either way, now everyone at that table was looking over at storm. And now Virgil was officially screwed. What was storm supposed to do, hide under the table and never get up again. Then Patton spoke up again, “Although I thought you went by a different name? Something like-”
“Er, that’s only my name at the college, I don’t use it anywhere else.” Virgil interrupted, not feeling like getting deadnamed today. And now Roman was looking at storm, and Virgil felt like maybe storm should prepare some lines in storm’s head just in case Roman said something. Although he shouldn’t, after all his sibling, who’s older by one year is nonbinary.
“Ah, then what is your name? And pronouns if you don’t mind me asking.” And oh, Roman’s voice was sweet as honey, and Virgil could swim in it all day. Ah, storm could feel storm’s ears starting to heat up.
“Er, the name I like to use is Virgil, and my pronouns change all the time, but storm/storms pronouns always work,” Virgil’s voice was hoarse, and still a bit scratchy from the panic attack that storm had just had. And before storm could say anything else, Remus spoke up.
“Oh you use neos too! That’s so cool, you know meeting another person who uses neopronouns is like meeting a celebrity from that famous horror movie, Monstruo de la Noche.” The way Remus’s voice sounded like an old, scratchy record, but in a good way, just made Virgil want to melt. Although Virgil didn’t really like horror movies in most aspects, storm would love to watch a horror movie with Remus.
“Er yeah, before I forget to ask what are all your names and pronouns?” And oh no, storm’s voice was no longer scratchy, and while storm liked it on some days, other days it felt way to feminine. Virgil sometimes wished storm had a voice modifier on them, but then again storm was working on speaking more masculinely, it was just a lot of practice. Sometimes Virgil got sick of practicing, just wishing storm could flip a switch and storm’s voice would be deep. And honestly-
“Well you already know who I am kiddo, but I’ll introduce myself again in case you forgot, you do help a lot of people throughout the college. I’m Patton, 23 years old, and he/him and they/them pronouns for me!” Virgil was roughly jarred from storm’s thoughts by the loud voice, although it was a welcome distraction from where storm’s mind was taking storm. Then the person who was sitting across from Patton spoke up.
“My name is Logan, and please use he/him pronouns when it comes to addressing me.” Logan seemed analytical and smart, based on his body language and tone of voice. He had slightly tanned skin and was wearing glasses, a suit, and a tie. Virgil could’ve sworn he was the person who tutored students in the math lab, now that storm though of it. Before he could analyze too much, Remus spoke up.
“Well you already know my name, but my pronouns are he/him and it/its.” Remus looked like it was about to jump on the table with how excited he was.
“The name’s Janus,” a silky smooth voice said next, “although I believe you already knew that, my pronouns however have changed since we last talked. I use they/them and fae/faer pronouns now.” And Janus was right, Virgil had known faer name. Storm had known them in elementary school. They had been the best of friends, but after the incident, Virgil and Janus had grown apart. Storm still felt guilty about the scar that encompassed half of Janus’s face. However, before Virgil could say anything, Janus cut in again. “Just so you know, it wasn’t your fault,” and Virgil felt even more guilty now. Why, storm didn’t know, but now everything felt awkward. The tension in the room was really thick, and storm could tell that everyone else at that table was confused as to what was going on.
“Ah, before I forget to introduce myself to a such a lovely person, my name is Roman and my pronouns are he/him.” Roman announced flamboyantly, and oh, was Virgil head over heels for this guy. Maybe a little too much.
“Right, well it was nice meeting you all…” Virgil trailed off, not sure of what to say. Storm was really bad at socializing, having taken forever to warm up to Remy. Although storm was pretty sure it was because of the incident, but again, storm never liked to think about that. Thankfully Remus stepped in.
“Soo, what’s a school tutor doing at this coffee shop? Oooh, is this where you come to complain about the last minute papers all the students submit,” Virgil did not miss the playful look it gave its brother.
“Err, not quite, this is where I go to draw and do my online courses,” Virgil stated, not sure where to go from here. Thankfully someone else did.
“And storm def comes here to vent about what the english class kids do too, don’t you hun?” Remy snickered, nevermind, Virgil was suddenly reminded of why storm hated Remy now.
“Only a little!” Storm defended, which only got Remy and Emile to snicker as well as a few eyebrow raises from the other table. Before the conversation could go any further, Remy introduced themself.
“Sup you five, I’m Remy, and I use they/them pronouns, and this here is my partner-”
“Hi! I’m Emile, my pronouns also change all the time, like Virgil’s, currently I use she/her, but if you’re ever unsure of what to use, they/them is always okay!”
“Ah, if it wouldn’t terribly bother you three-” Roman started, before Remus interrupted, saying,
“We could totally blow your party! And cafe, into smithereens!” And Virgil couldn’t help but snicker at that, before remembering that they brought bags in, and storm caught Roman give a playful glare to his sibling.
“Uh…” Not a good idea, not a good idea, not a good idea, “sure, I don’t have a problem with it, Remy, Emile?”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea!”
“You need more friends anyways hun.”
“Remy! Be nice!”
Virgil heard Janus chuckle a bit, which was either very good or very bad. Storm’s brain started screaming at storm, thinking it was an absolutely horrible idea to do this, so before anyone could get any further with conversation, Virgil went and sabatoged stormself. “But, before you decide to join us, don’t you have schoolwork to do? With your bags and all?”
“Ah, but lovely Virgil, we have been working on schoolwork for the three hours that we’ve been here! It’s only fair that we catch a break to chat with an engaging individual such as yourself!” And Roman flashed storm that smile that storm loved so much, with slightly crooked, very slightly tinted yellow teeth, which meant they were healthy, as they weren’t an obvious yellow, but subtle enough for someone to tell they weren’t pure white, (don’t ask Virgil why storm knew the proper color healthy teeth were supposed to be). Sure, Virgil knew that he probably flashed that smile at everyone he met, but he certainly didn’t call everyone he met lovely, did he? Maybe he did, how was Virgil supposed to know, anyways Roman had a point. Strictly studying is bad for people. And Virgil knew that because storm had burnt stormself out by doing that.
“Ah, alright, just didn’t want get in the way of studying, y’know?” And oh, the way all of them beamed at storm made Virgil want to never leave this moment of feeling wanted.
After about three hours of all of them sitting and talking, the cafe closed, and Virgil got all of their numbers. And maybe, when no one was looking, storm put a red heart by Roman’s number and a green one by Remus’s.
Virgil was back at the college, having just finished working with another student, when Roman, Remus, and their friends walked in. Honestly, she was exhausted, trying her best not to cry everytime one of her coworkers called her by that name.
“Yo, Vee, it’s us from the cafe, remember?” And the way Remus nearly screamed that, honestly made Virgil’s day so much better.
“Yeah, do you need help with something?” Virgil was so professional at storm’s job, she honestly deserved a gold star for not acting like storm was hopelessly in love.
“Actually [Redacted], I’ve got this.” One of Virgil’s coworkers, who had an obvious crush on Roman, said. Virgil could see the way Roman tensed up at her voice.
“Nah, Sally, you’ve got a meeting in fifteen, remember?” Storm was trying not to start a fight, not sure why Roman was so tense around her, but he was, so Virgil was going to do her best to make Roman more comfortable.
“Actually, I was wondering if you could take that appointment-”
“This will be the third time this week, Sally, I’m not doing that. I can do this, plus I believe one of them actually has me scheduled to work with them in the next five minutes.” Which, the last part of that was technically a lie, but Virgil never shared who she was working with with her coworkers. Storm never really liked them anyways. Sally huffed, but ultimately said nothing. As soon as she went back, Virgil led them over to a table that was a little further away from everything else.
“Question, do you want us to call you by the name that Sally used when you’re here, or something else?” Logan asked, which Virgil thought was sweet of him, but what really surprised Virgil was the twins talking over each other.
“Was it okay for me to call you Vee? If it wasn’t-”
“I’ll hit him over the head with my morningstar and bury him and-”
“I’ll let Remus do that to me without fighting back, I hope I didn’t almost out you-” And, oh was it sickeningly sweet how much both of them cared about different things, but Virgil should really cut in before it gets worse.
“Look, it’s fine. I’ve told them my preferred name before, they just don’t really use it. Because it’s not my legal name or whatever.” The way all five of them looked at her, seemingly baffled at what she just said, confused Virgil to no end. “Err, what’s wrong?”
“Why do you work at a job, that consistently deadnames and misgenders you?” Remus asked, concern seeping through its voice.
“Because it pays the bills, and I don’t really have a choice at the moment.” Virgil was a bit unsure as what else to say, she really didn’t have a choice if she wanted to be able to pay for all the necessities. “I am trying to find another job, but right now it’s not plausible,” storm really didn’t know why she felt so defensive.
“Vee,” Roman starts, staring at her softly, “we aren’t judging you, we’re just concerned.” And oh, Virgil hadn’t meant to make eye contact, honestly, it was mostly painful. But if she could stand eye contact, she would look in both the twins emerald green eyes all day and night.
“Ah, sorry-”
“Why are you apologizing? Did my brother said you did anything wrong? No, because you didn’t. He was just clearing up a misunderstanding. But if you want, we can pay you to be our personal tutor’s. How does $20 an hour sound?” And Virgil stilled at that, not sure what to do.
“A-are you sure? That’s a lot of money, especially since tutoring sessions can be long.”
“Look, absolutely no offense to you, but I’d pay you $100 per hour if it meant I never had to deal with Sally again,” Roman said dryly, and oh, was Virgil glad to know that there was no way Roman had even the smallest crush on Sally.
“Okay, um, then yeah, I can tutor you all, do you want to do group or individual sessions?”
“Group for now, and maybe, if any of us have extra money and need help, we can do individual sessions next,” Janus supplied, faer voice sounding uninterested, but Virgil could see the intrigue in their eyes. Virgil nodded, and the next day she sent in storm’s two day notice.
It had been a few months, Virgil was turning 19 soon, and both of his crushes were 20 and 21 respectively. Still, storm’s feelings for them weren’t going away anytime soon. So he had decided, he would tell both the siblings that he liked them within a week.
“Remy, you just don’t understand! They’re so cute and sweet and kind, and honestly I think this is something amazing that’s happening. If I can just get the guts to ask them out. You don’t understand-”
“Right hun, because I don’t understand how simping for someone else feels,” Remy rolled their eyes, sounding slightly annoyed. “Now where’s the part where you tell them?”
And that’s how Virgil started telling a very long story. “Well, I was gonna tell them on Monday, but when I saw them they were kind of flirting with another guy. And I didn’t know if maybe one or both of them were dating that guy. I found out later that day, that they were just being friendly with him because he’s a cool guy, and flirting is just their dynamic. Which y’know kinda makes me feel jealous a little, and maybe hopeless, because I thought that they might be flirting with me because they like me, but it could just be because that’s our dynamic, and do I really need to ruin our dynamic with my stupid feelings.” Virgil breathed in and out heavily after that. Speaking fast, because the siblings could be at the cafe soon, and Virgil honestly couldn’t risk them finding out before storm was ready. “Then on Tuesday, they were busy studying for a few tests for their english class and overall I was really busy with commissions, and I also knew I wasn’t ready to tell them yet. On Wednesday I meant to tell them after tutoring was done, but then everyone was there, and I don’t know if I want everyone to see me embarrass myself trying to make a love confession, and then a thought occurred to me. What if they thought I was just getting closer to them to get with them? I wasn’t doing that, but what if they thought that. Surely they would hate me, and because they’re friends with everyone else,” Virgil gasped for air mid sentence, looking around the room for any sign of the twins, they weren’t due to show up yet, and were almost always late. But still Virgil couldn’t risk them finding out from storm rambling to Remy. “then everyone else would hate me. Throughout the whole day Thursday, I meant to tell them, but then my mind was all like ‘would they even like you back, and what would you do if they don’t, it would be too awkward to stay friends, wouldn’t it?’ And so I backed out. Cause I’m really scare of ruining my friendship with them becuase I have feelings and they don’t.” Virgil’s speech was slowing down a little bit, but that was only due to the lack of breath that storm was taking in. So he took a few to breathe in and out deeply, and quadruple checked the room to make sure that the twins still weren’t there to continue rambling. “Friday was weird, because I actually almost told them. Roman, Remus, and I were just hanging out at the park, and I got cold, and they both offered me one of their jackets, and honestly how could I say no. And is that a sign they were flirting with me? Anyways, they each handed me a jacket, but before I could say anything, I remembered that I never asked them about their thoughts on polyamory before, and if they would ever, like, share a boyfriend. That sounds weird, but you know what I’m trying to say,” Virgil interrupted stormself again, gasping for breath again because he kept losing all of the oxygen in his lungs due to the fact that storm was trying to get this all out in one go. He caught Remy’s eyebrow raise, and could tell that storms friend was actually invested in whatever was going on in his love life.
“Hun, maybe you should take a few to breathe before continuing.”
“No time Remy, both of them will be here in maybe a few minutes, and I’m confessing to them today, at this cafe. Where I officially got to meet them y’know? Anyways, where was I…”
Remy sighed, knowing they weren’t going to convince Virgil to slow down on his storytelling. “Alright hun, you were at the part where you said you were just thinking about their thoughts on polyamory, and whether or not they’d be fine with you dating both of them.”
“Oh yeah, so that was on Friday, and I didn’t know how to bring it up without sounding weird, so I kept trying different topics of small talk, like, isn’t the sky pretty, kind of small talk. And eventually we got on the topic of polyamory, although I don’t remember how,” Virgil started looking around again, trying to make sure that neither Roman nor Remus were here yet. Thankfully storm didn’t see either of them. It really was a good thing that Remus and its brother were always running late. “And eventually I learned that not only were they fine dating the same person as their other brother, but they both actually have a crush on the same person. And while I know that they probably don’t like me like that, I have to tell them before I can move on y’know? Like I want to be happy for them when they get into a relationship with the person they like. But I can’t do that unless I tell them I like them.”
“Alright babes, I have a few questions. One, how do you know they don’t like you? Yes, you do have to answer that question with actual facts. Two, how do you know that, if the person they like isn’t you, they would get into a relationship with them? And three. How The Fuck do you talk so fast?” Virgil stilled at that, not quite sure how to anwer the questions that storm’s best friend just posed.
“Well, for the first question, I know I’m really self-deprecating, and I’m not that attractive. Plus I’m kind of small for someone my age, and they have said before that dating someone small could be a problem because kissing them would be harder, and so I’d have to be worth the effort for them to bend down and kiss, and honestly Remy, I don’t think I am. Plus if they liked me wouldn’t I have noticed by now?” Virgil gasped and looked around the cafe again for those two. Thankfully, it seemed like they were running late. “As for your second question, who wouldn’t want to get into a relationship with them? They’re cute, sweet, handsome, stunning, smart, adorable, kind, beautiful, pretty, intelligent and despite the sometimes crude subjects that they bring up, both of them are really compassionate, like that time when-”
“I get it hun, they’re cute, kind, and smart. But, no offense, I wouldn’t date them, they aren’t my type. Also, remember not to idolize them, as that’s not healthy for anyone. Like, babes, I’m not saying that they aren’t cute, kind, and smart. I’m saying don’t put them on a pedestal. It gives them hopeless expectations to live up to, and it hurts you when they can’t live up to it. It’s not pretty, remember my relationship before Emile? That’s why it went so sour. Also, please stop putting yourself down like that hun, I get feeling that way, but saying it outloud to yourself makes it worse. I know this from experience.”
Virgil had to stop for a minute, and made a note to also acknowledge the mistakes that the siblings made, instead of only focusing on what they did right. It wasn’t good for anyone for storm not to acknowledge what they did that ticked him off, or was downright wrong. “Alright Remy, I promise not to idolize them, I definitely don’t want what happened to you to happen to me. And I’ll try not to, actually with the paycheck I’m getting from all my new friends, I’ll probably be able to get into therapy, since we’ve discussed that that would be a good thing for me to do too.”
“Now hun, you don’t get to ignore my third question either,” Remy said, before adding, “but it looks like your dates are here, so I’ll take my leave.” Virgil blushed and hissed at them, before turning around and seeing two twins grinning and standing behind where storm’s back used to be.
“So, lovely stormcloud, I heard you wanted to meet us here. Could I ask what this is about?” Roman asked, his voice smooth as silk, and his face held a playful smirk to it.
“U-uh, yeah, just give me a minute, I got sidetracked and need to remember what I was going to say.”
“Well it wasn’t to brutally murder us, but maybe poison? Nah, too many people around, you’d never get away with it, unless…” Remus joked, bouncing on the soles of its feet.
“No, I did not bring you here to murder you. Neither of you have made my hitlist, yet…” Virgil trailed off trying to sound ominous. Although it definitely helped that storm had been getting better at making his voice deeper.
“Oh? What do we have to do to make it on their?” Remus was entirely too excited for being told that it could end up being on a hitlist.
“Uh, haven’t figured that out yet?”
“Oh, that’s kind of sad, I wanted to be first on your hitlist!” Virgil couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, before remembering why storm had brought those to here.
“Err, there’s something th-that I h-have to t-tell you, a-and,” Virgil was having trouble breathing all of a sudden. And storm’s hands were really clammy now, and this was a stupid idea, there’s no way they’ll ever like you back, what are you doing!
And then he felt something cold against storm’s neck. “Stormcloud, I know you want to tell us something, but if you’re not ready we can just hang out and chill. Don’t force yourself to do something you’re not ready for.”
“Yeah, how are we supposed to fill Roman’s shampoo with sickly green hair dye, if you’re panicking.” Roman rolled his eyes, but smiled a little when Virgil snorted a little at that. If you’re gonna do it, do it now before you back out coward!
“I- just- there’s something I need to say, and if I could just kiss you…” Virgil eventually managed to get out, storm’s eyes scared of rejection from either of the two siblings, but willing to risk everything because these feelings were too much for storm. Both Roman and Remus looked at eachother, before Roman walked over to Virgil. And despite Virgil wearing two inch platforms, he was still smaller than both of them, and it showed. Because when Roman got close to storm, Virgil couldn’t help but feel a little small considering with the platforms he stood at 5’4. And Remus and Roman were both 5’8
“All you had to do was ask, stormcloud.”
“Also we kind of figured you liked us both,” Remus said as it started to walk behind Virgil, and eventually wrapping his arms around storm. “You weren’t good at hiding it. Just wanted you to tell us without feeling pressured.” After that Roman lifted Virgil’s chin up with two fingers and kissed him softly and sweetly. Then, after Roman was done kissing him, Remus turned Virgil around and kissed him roughly and passionately.
