A/N: Day 3 of Intruality Week. I wanted to write a story about the two as brothers. I have never really seen the two being siblings to each other as much as Roman and Remus. With that said, enjoy 🩵💚
Sidenote: This Human AU is separate from any other Human AU lore.
Concept(s): Remus and Patton are adoptive brothers, Remus and Patton sleep in the same room (bunk bed), Logan and Roman are together, Logan and Roman go out for the night, Remus wants Patton to play Pirates, Human AU, Logan is Patton's adoptive father, Roman is Remus' older brother
Synopsis: Patton and Remus play "Pirates" while Logan and Roman are out for the night.
Trigger(s): N/A (Let me know if there are any more)
Word Count: 886 words
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The two had all kinds of playdates before so why was this so different? Just because their guardians were dating. Well, Logan never specified the word "date", just "Going on an outing with Roman for the evening." Patton never saw it as strange. But what was strange was the person he was now sharing a room with. Remus was just as energetic as Patton was and yet, Remus didn't have much of an "off switch", that included when it was time to go to bed.
"Come on. One more game. Please, Putt-Putt?"
"But I thought that you said you were sleepy."
"Well, 'naptime' sleepy. Not 'bedtime sleepy'."
Patton giggled to himself as he turned himself upside down, hanging over the guard-railing.
"We are going to get into trouble if Logie finds us up again so late."
"Well, their fault for leaving us so bored in the house alone."
"But what if we get hurt?"
"We have the contact list on the fridge. 9-1-1 on speed dial. And a first aid kit in all of the rooms, including the attic."
"But I still don't know…"
Remus pouted and stomped up the stairs in fake sorrow. He put his hands on either side of Patton's shoulders and shook him semi-aggressively.
Patton sighed as Remus dragged him out of their bedroom. The house wasn't completely quiet. The old radio in the kitchen downstairs was up and playing soft classical music that could be heard through the house. The TV in their guardian's bedroom was creating static-y white noise. When their laughter and screams of joy were added, Roman' singing tone and Logan's reprimanding, the house was truly alive.
Remus got out the stick from in the closet to bring the attic hatch down and climb up the new constructed stairs. Patton followed after him into the finished attic that doubled as their playroom. Most of their extra games and and toys were up there. When they were secured in their play tent, Patton started giggling again.
"So what's the game you wanted to play, Oc?"
"Pirates!"
"Ooh!"
"Yep! We get to sneak around the house and plunge stuff."
"Wait… isn't that stealing though?"
"Not if it's in the house. Besides, we are going to give it back. We are basically going to be borrowing everything we steal."
"I guess. Do you think your brother will be okay with that?"
"Oh of course not! He's going to be so pissed!"
"Remus!"
Remus snickered as he put an eyepatch on over Patton's left glasses lens as he placed his pirate captain hat on. He picked up two wooden play swords and tossed one to Patton.
"And you are telling the complete truth, Patton? You do not have any recollection of where are things have gone?"
"No, Lo. I promise."
"Hmm… you promise?"
Roman put a hand on Logan's back.
"Now, now, Logan. Don't be so hard on the kid. Who knows? There could've been a ghost burglar rampaging last night?"
"Ghosts are merely paranormal concepts, Roman."
"G-g-ghosts??"
Roman smirked down at Patton and Remus, who had just made his way into the kitchen.
"Haven't you heard of the story? Of the ghosts of a petty theft who wanted more than he could afford?"
"N-no… I can't say I have, Mr. Sanders."
Roman picked up the two of placed them in their chairs at the dining room table, where Logan joined them. He could tell by the look in Roman's eyes, that he was lying straight through his teeth.
"This guy was known as Bird Bandit."
"He stole birds too?!"
"Nope! But he would clean your supply out. Fast and clean like a whistle."
"And what happened to him, Ro?"
"Well… he finally came up on a house. The last house he tried to steal from. This man was very good at hiding his stuff. And he had methods to get others to give his stuff back."
The two kids stared at Roman in slight horror.
"What does he do?!"
"He picks them up!"
Roman lifted Patton up quickly, making him scream momentarily before Roman laughed evilly.
"He picks them up… flips them upside down and gives them— a little shake~!"
Patton laughed loudly as Roman playfully shook him up and down by his legs.
"Be careful, Putt-Putt! Ro-Ro might drop ya'!"
"Noooooooo! Don't drop meeeeeeeee!"
Roman laughed as he turned Patton right side up again as Logan let out a small whistle, bringing the attention of all three people to him. There was now a box in front of him that had the word "PLUNDER" written on top of it.
"So you two were telling the truth, correct?"
Patton looked at Remus as Roman sat him back down in his chair.
"You should've touched our things."
"But you hid it really well! I would've never thought to look for a loose floorboard in the hallway closet."
"A loose floorboard where?!"
Roman awkwardly laughed before dragging Logan out of the room with the two kids bursting into laughter. They might have gotten in trouble but at least they had fun the night before. That's all Roman cared about. While Logan was much more concerned about the potential uneven foundation issue Roman stumbled upon.
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pssst. pssssssst. @borrowedblue . a manic twink dressed like a cross between freddy mercury and oscar the grouch told me it was ya birthday. heard u like scary man, so.,
Like I said on Ao3, this is kinda a song fic! Start the song at “the giant pressed play” for an enhanced experience :0
Special thanks to @bilgisticallykosher for helpin me with this fic! i have been waiting all day to read urs girl.,
Word Count: 4168
Ao3 Link
Warnings: Fearplay, consensual fearplay, references to body mutilation, Remus-typical POV, and cursing.
A gust of breath launched the straw wrapper in Remus’ mouth to the other side of the room.
It fluttered, looped, glided through the air in something one could almost call beautiful. Flew through a sliver of dull light shining through Remus’ blinded windows. Turned green in the neon light radiating from his beloved Frankensteined Furby’s eyes, shimmering from its spot on his desk. The straw wrapper crinkled, almost ethereal in Remus’ piss-colored lighting, like a lost soul drifting back to the netherworld finding peace.
The straw wrapper hit the back wall, and fell to the floor like the flaccid piece of paper it was.
Remus groaned.
There were no side commissions to complete. No work in the middle of spring. No inspiration for a project bubbling up out of the blue, and the materials for his current ones were on their way. Rummaging around in their garage was too much work. Getting up only to sit down at his shitty computer felt like a waste.
Remus was, in every sense of the word, bored as fuck.
At times like these, the human would find his way over to Logan, drape himself over his boyfriend’s shoulders and ask normal questions like how long would it take someone to bleed out after having their dick ripped off by a lion? and on a scale of 1-10, how fuckable are giant squids?
But Logan was doing adult things, like taxes and filing taxes and chugging almost giant-sized cups of coffee. As cute as the furrow of his boyfriend’s brow and concentrated pout were, being disturbed was the last thing Logan would want.
Remus scratched a stain on his Fish Want Me, Women Fear Me tee, gaze drifting around the room. It landed on the painted guitar pick—bigger than his head, like most of Remus’ stolen goods gifts were—mounted on the wall.
Looking at the swirling landscape of a prairie in a hurricane, a grin spread on Remus’ face.
What were two boyfriends for, anyways, if not for twice the amount of Tomfuckery?
Remus catapulted himself off his bed, ignoring the music scale of pops his back released. A quick jog down the human walkways along the walls, a cheerful wave to a Logan perched on the literally giant-sized couch, and Remus found himself at the door of his other boyfriend’s room.
Well. Human-sized door.
Remus barged in, because knocking was only something door salesmen came up with to sell more doors—just like how shitting was only invented by toilet salesmen to sell more toilets.
Sure enough, a massive, macab-dressed form was hunched over a tangled, all-too expensive sound system; wires and cords strewn around like tentacles from a god of the void. The giant was bobbing his head, strains of a guitar faintly protruding from bulky headphones. He drummed a beat out with colossal, black painted claws.
Remus trotted forward.
He could tell the moment the giant noticed him. Cat-like pupils flickered towards him, locking onto his movements like a predator staring down prey. It was hard to tell if the lightning that struck his nerves was from instinctual fear or...something else.
Not many humans had the balls to live and breathe near giant-dominated areas—or giants at all, for that matter. Remus and his former-friend-turned-partner were the exception, of course.
And yet, the rockstar in front of him seemed to bring out something different in people. Despite being one of the scariest motherfuckers you could find on a stage, humans and giants alike still flocked to him like moths to an inferno.
Because his music brought out that instinctual, stomach-plummeting fear and honed it. Used it. Celebrated it.
Remus screamed himself hoarse during his first concert, alight with adrenaline and sweat and terror as he was drowned out by speakers ten stories tall. Craning his neck back to see a performer that could hold him in his hand growl out a booming melody. Feeling his knees shiver as vibrations threatened to send him sprawling to his feet.
Remus had known since that first instant he was in love.
He wasn’t even the one that had found his way in the performer’s hand during one of his—ah, audience interactions. The rockstar would parade around a lucky soul like a toy, showing them off and riling them up and scaring them shitless, showing the world the monster he was.
That was all Logan.
Wasn’t like the nerd didn’t sign the proper wavers, they may have just...been shoved away before he could read them. Really, Remus oughta give Janus a medal for getting Logan in the front-row venue.
Remus waved, leaning over the railing he knew could splinter so easily in the giant’s grip. He heard a flash of blaring guitars as his partner slid off his headphones, before he shut off the program with a single click.
If anything, Remus’ partner certainly knew how exhilarating he could be.
The giant grinned, rows of massive, sharp teeth shining in his gay-ass fairy lights. “Hey, Remus.”
That fondness—the quiet, almost teasing lit he gave to someone roughly the size of his finger—was almost enough to send a ball of hellfire careening through Remus’ chest. “Hey, Virgil. What’s fucking?”
“Just runnin’ through the track we recorded last week.” Virgil Tempestas—a stage name, mostly—offered out a palm as long as Remus’ body. The human wasted no time catapulting himself into the soft flesh, jerking upright as the giant brought Remus to his chest. “The instrumental is mixed, which means we’ll probably hit our deadline, but...”
Remus craned his neck back, looking up at Virgil’s face. “But?”
“It just—the vibes aren't right.” His boyfriend huffed, running a hand through a shock of purple hair. “Like—the feel is underdeveloped, or overdeveloped, or the tone isn’t right. I don’t know. I want to be able to perform this live, and it doesn’t...flow. Here.”
With a few clicks, a drumbeat burst out from the sound system. Remus paused, letting the sound wash over him. Guitars joined in a few beats later.
He closed his eyes, imagined giant combat boots stomping around on a stage as big as a city block. Imagined a low, rumbling voice echoing far above him. Imagined fear pumping through his veins, hyper-aware of the powerlessness that pinned him in place and sent him screaming.
Remus imagined what of sound an angel made of chains and strings and churning metal would make, and opened his eyes.
“Bass-boost it, I want my ears to bleed.” He crawled over and leaned against the thumb—the thumb that probably stopping him from throwing himself off the giant’s hand. Virgil’s gaze flickered down to him, and Remus shrugged. “Other than that, sounds good to me. Top ten songs to get your shit kicked in to, definitely.”
Virgil snorted, but slid his headphones back on after a nod from Remus. The human took that moment to latch onto Virgil’s thumb and try to wrestle it to the center of his palm.
He failed—especially when Virgil demonstrated his ability to pin all his limbs down with one hand—but it was a valiant effort.
After some fun and riveting times squirming under fingers as long as Remus was tall, the giant removed his headphones. Remus perked up as his appendages were freed. “Alright. How ‘bout now?”
Virgil pressed play. Deep, booming cords reverberated over him, through him, thrumming in his core. A shudder passed down his spine. Remus grinned. “It’s perfect. Gonna be a hit, I can feel it—Oh, c’mon, what’s got your dick in a twist?”
Virgil bit his lip—which wasn’t fair because that was Remus’ job thank you very much—as Remus frowned at the rockstar’s furrowed brow. The human was about to crawl up to Virgil’s beautiful face and force it out of him when he blurted, “I didn’t practice anything for a concert, I didn’t think to. I usually have a specific act in mind but things didn’t really work out so I don’t—feel like I know the song? And I can’t put on a show if I don’t even know what I’m trying to sing?” The giant sighed. “Yeah.”
Remus leaned back, considering. “You want an act.”
“Yes.”
The human stared up into eyes bigger than his head. “Then let’s make one.”
Those eyes widened, cat-like pupils dilating. “...You sure? We haven’t done that in a while.”
The human’s heart fluttered at the hint of petulance in Virgil’s tone. Seemed the giant enjoyed their cat-and-mouse game as much as Remus did. It wasn’t harmful, just a bit of good, old-fashioned mortal terror and blood-pumping for the soul. Mostly, Virgil did it to test out new show bits or review an old trick, because Virgil was a prep who wanted practice with scaring the shit out of people.
Remus was the only one in their house who could stomach it. Wasn't his fault the looming, the growling, and the reminder of how helpless he was in the face of a monster setting his heart pounding with more than terror. They yearn for what they fear for and all that.
Well—he was pretty sure Logan did enjoy it, even if a few minutes of a game let him out of breath, stuttering, with his face flushed and voice a squeak. He seemed to prefer Virgil’s softer, snarkier side to even the just-for-pretendsies looming danger.
Remus once broke his arm on purpose on their backyard’s brick wall trying to see if he could fit his fingers into his shoulder socket, so.
“Are you kidding? Fuck yes.” Remus wriggled in Virgil’s palm, stopped from toppling off by a gentle claw pressing down on him. “Put me down so you can slam your hands next to me or whatever.”
Virgil snorted, but lowered his hand down to the desk anyways. Virgil’s work desk was massive, even for giants; just a vast expanse of dark wood. His set-up barely filled half of it. “I haven’t even started the music yet, chill.”
Remus slid off the palm, before crossing his arms and pouting up at his boyfriend. “C’mon, I wanna see your fangs, pretty boy. Set upon me like a flock of vultures on a rotting corpse or whatever—”
Virgil leaned forward, setting his forearms on either side of Remus and looming over him. As a shadow fell Remus, he craned his neck back, only to catch sight of massive fangs splitting into a sharp grin. “It’s cute that you think you can tell me what to do,” Virgil Tempestas purred, voice reverberating down and through Remus’ core and fuck, fuck. “Patience, little morsel.”
Virgil leaned back. Remus’ heart lurched forward with him. He took a moment to try to shrug off the flush on his cheeks using his face alone, stopped only by Virgil snorting at his expression. The giant raked his hair back with his claws, stretching to grab a hair tie to put it back. Remus couldn’t help but shiver. Oh, this session was going to be fun.
With a click, the giant pressed play.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Virgil asked, laying a hand flat against his desk. Any growl was absent from his voice, a patently sincere look the only thing toward Remus.
Remus lunged forward, splaying his body across Virgil’s palm yet again. He blew a raspberry. “Duh. I got no reason not to be.”
Virgil watched him wriggle in his palm, and Remus resisted the urge to cringe away from that cat-like, predator gaze. The time for blue-balls was later, goddamnit.
Nothing left to do but enjoy the show.
The beat was nice, steady, a heavy drum pounding through the quiet of the room. Remus stretched as a guitar joined in the mix. He looked up, up, up into his giant’s eyes, and the human’s crinkled at the loving look Virgil directed at him.
The drums slowed, thrumming out a staccato rhythm, and—
Remus found the palm below him gone as Virgil tossed him up.
The guitars surged, fast and sending daggers piercing through his ears, no doubt drowning out the half-delighted shriek Remus let out. The human flailed, catching a glimpse of the ground so far from him, and his stomach lurched like a container of fucking pickle juice.
The back of his shirt caught. Remus twisted around to see two massive claws pinching it, dangling from a comparatively thin layer of fabric over a fatal fall. The fingers moved, and Remus grasped his shirt collar before it could choke him. He stopped in front of the giant’s face.
Virgil’s mouth twisted into a scowl. Remus’ heart pulsed like someone shoved a screwdriver through it.
And the giant began to sing.
Virgil’s voice was deep—it always had been, apparently. Remus couldn’t imagine anything but those low, crooning tones, pounding through his core like the world’s sharpest drums.
The giant’s fangs were on full display. They shone in the afternoon light, slid against his lip like a sheathed sword, etched closer as the giant leaned in to purr a line in Remus’ face. Wicked-sharp, almost as long as Remus’ forearm, and very, very powerful.
Little morsel, the owner of those fangs had called him, hunched over Remus’ tiny form and looking at him like he was nothing more.
Little morsel, Tempestas had called him, and, well, wasn’t he right?
As the giant’s voice turned soft, he brought Remus away from his face. Those inhuman eyes crinkled into something almost like grief. Remus stilled as Virgil moved a massive claw up to his cheek, and the cool, sharp tip trailed down tiny, vulnerable flesh.
The grip around Remus was iron, but under the stare of something so massive, the attention of someone his mind called a predator, Remus found he couldn’t move if he wanted to.
Virgil leaned in, and Remus’ body vibrated with that low voice. The giant’s gaze slide away, and Remus’ heart stopped as Tempestas’ face shuttered closed.
The guitars exploded, and the giant moved.
Blaring bass, pounding drums, Virgil hunched over him, snarling lyrics to the human in his hand. His voice boomed, but Remus could scarcely hear anything over the roaring in his ears. He glanced away, only for an instant, and his gaze snapped back like a rubber band as Virgil’s shadow engulfed him.
Is this what storm chasers felt, staring down the eye of something so much more than you? The booming of thunder in your core, the crackle of lightning in the distance, craning your neck back overhead to see clouds, a gathering storm, a disaster in motion? Helpless to do anything but sit back and watch the rain pour?
It was certainly what Remus felt, staring up, up, up at Virgil. Staring up at his love.
Remus laughed, slightly manic, and hoped the giant didn’t hear it over the thrumming of the music—
Only for it to turn into a grimace as Virgil dropped him on the table. The human scrambled back, on his feet and staring up as Tempestas launched into the second verse. Virgil tilted his head, slow, almost deliberate, running his eyes down the prey in front of him. Remus swallowed.
Tempestas took a step to the side, standing tall and pinning Remus with his gaze. His claws flexed. He prowled around the desk and—well, wasn’t it funny, how Remus almost felt like the one on a stage, putting on a show to the giant looming over him?
The rockstar leaned forward and tilted his head. Remus couldn’t do anything but stare back as the giant ran a claw down his shoulder. He leaned in, closer. Closer. His gaze turned soft. The dark clouds parted.
Something flickered, and Remus jerked back as the giant closed the final gap with a snarl. He slammed a hand next to the human, and—
The giant’s face filled his vision, his hands practically wrapped around him, his heat seeping into his skin. The sharp smell of peppermint wafted from Tempestas’ mouth. He was so close to him, almost making up his entire world.
Tempestas leaned back, gaze flickering away, and the iron grip around Remus’ heart tightened. Massive claws rapped a beat on the table.
When Tempestas peered down at Remus, he didn’t smile, but was a near thing.
“You can feel it, can’t you?” the giant asked, voice sliding in-tune with the bass. The music blared on, and Remus’ heart leaped as Tempestas moved back to loom over him. “Of course you feel it. Why wouldn’t you?”
Remus craned his neck back, shivering as the giant’s shadow engulfed him. His eyes drifted to the claws so close to him, only to jerk back as something warm and sharp ruffled his hair. The giant smiled, fangs glittering.
“Thrumming, thrumming, thrumming.” His voice was low, that special sort of rumble that only emerged in performances. “The bass, your heart, the vibrations from my voice, up and in you and all around you." Tempestas leveled him with an expecting stare. “You feel that thrumming, that pounding?”
Remus nodded, adrenaline setting his nerves alight, and those massive eyes crinkled. “Thought so.” Tempestas hummed. “Let me ask you something more.”
Tempestas moved, standing over Remus from a diagonal angle. One way clear, it seemed: across from the giant and forward. No hiding spots on the expanse of the desk, but it would take the Tempestas time to reach out. Enough time to run.
If Remus’ legs didn’t give out before he could escape.
“Can you hear my voice?” Tempestas crooned. “It must be loud to those tiny, sensitive ears of yours.” The giant's claws stopped, flickered to point in the air. “Can you hear the pounding of the drums? If this were a real concert, your voice would be drowned out by them so effortlessly.”
Tempestas leaned forward, chest five times as wide as Remus was tall pushing up against the desk. The storm tilted his head. “Can you hear the beating of my heart?”
Remus paused, ice flooding through his veins. The giant purred, “Listen. It shouldn’t be hard.”
And—he could. Blocking out everything except the natural disaster in front of him, he could hear it. It was slow, and so, horribly, loud. As big as a whale’s, pounding, pounding, pounding.
An amused breath of air sent Remus’ hair askew. Tempestas’ voice dropped low, reverberating through the human’s body like a swarm of locusts. “Can you feel anything but me?”
A claw ran down Remus’ back. The pad of the finger pulsed with a massive pulse, surging with the beat. “Can you hear anything but my sound?”
That claw travelled to Remus’ chest, and bits of the human’s tee caught on its small, jagged edges. It slid under the human’s chin and lifted it up. Remus shuddered at the cold tip of it against his neck. “Remus,” Tempestas hummed. “Do you know how helpless you are?”
A blush burned Remus’ cheeks. The giant grinned, fangs shining like chainsaw teeth, and the human’s knees threatened to buckle. “I know what you’re feeling right now.”
The threat under Remus’ neck retreated. Remus’ hand shot to his throat, watching the giant examine a line of claws, each one almost as big as Remus’ head. “Maybe it’s a shiver down your spine. Maybe it’s the hammering of your tiny, little heart. Maybe it’s the blood running through your veins.” The giant’s gaze flickered over him. “You’re vibrating right now, Remus, and it’s not from excitement.”
Remus held a hand in front of his face, watching it shake like a leaf in a hurricane. He was, wasn’t he?
The giant leaned back, and Remus craned his head up, up, up. “You feel it.” He laughed, a sharp, booming thing. “Why wouldn’t you?”
The monster peered at him, gaze wide and unwavering, the gaze of a predator. “Do you feel the urge to run?”
The drums hissed, lightning-quick. The guitars surged like the booming of thunder.
Remus bolted.
The pressure in his legs abated, burning as he pumped them faster, faster. Alarm bells blared, the music roaring in harmony with the static in his ears. A thin sheen of sweat crept down his forehead. A cackle behind him tore through the black noise in his head. Remus pushed himself faster—
He tripped, fell, went sprawling with the edge of the table an arm’s length away. He stumbled forward on his hands and knees, whining. It was right there. It was right THERE—
A massive hand slammed in front of Remus. Claws curled in on him like splintered branches.
Too late.
The human lurched back, whipping around to see the monster looming over him. The giant practically screamed the next lyrics. Remus’ cheeks darkened as he filled up his vision, overwhelming Remus’ ears with pounding music, snarled singing, the thrumming of a massive heart.
Remus’ breath caught in his throat. He had to run. He had to run, get away, move, do anything to escape the behemoth before him. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, why was he frozen, why was he was trapped, why he couldn’t he move move from the predator he’s goiNG TO—
“Virgil?” Came a distant, quiet voice. “Oh. Am I interrupting something?”
The music stopped. Remus creaked open his eyes—when had he closed them? —as the giant in front of him rumbled, “Nah, we’re just having fun.” The massive hand around him squeezed, gentle, yet firm. The human’s heart fluttered. “What’s up?”
Silence. Considering, analyzing silence. Not judgmental, but sharp enough for you to wilt anyways. Remus could recognize Logan’s presence anywhere. Finally, their boyfriend said, “I was considering ordering Chinese shortly. Do you want anything?”
Virgil’s gaze flickered down. His fangs were hidden, gaze open, no trace of the thing of nature present just moments before. He spoke, and it was like the gentle patter of rain. “You want your usual?”
Remus nodded, adrenaline still clogging his vocal cords. He leaned back into Virgil’s palm, letting the warmth seep through his skin. “Vegetable Chow Mein for Remus.” A massive claw ruffled his hair, and Remus made a noise like a deflated balloon animal. “I wouldn’t mind some sushi. Don't care what flavor. Thank you, love.”
“You’re welcome.” Remus could hear the smile in Logan’s voice. He considered throwing a hand over Virgil’s hand to wave after him, but...it was so warm. After a moment, Logan called out, “Try not to overwhelm Remus before dinner.”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Virgil breathed. His gaze flickered down towards Remus, slight panic in his eyes. Remus gave a thumbs up, sticking his tongue out for good measure. Virgil deflated a little in relief. Really, how could Remus ever be scared of such a massive dork?
Heh. Dork. After distant footsteps retreated, Remus sprung up from Virgil’s hand. “You found your bit?”
Virgil glanced away, almost like he was scared to look at someone the size of his finger. Pussy. “Uh, sure. You good, Re? I know I got carried away—”
Remus waved a hand. “I’m fine, you tall drink. You barely answered my question!” The human put his hands on his hips, trying for his best stern gaze. “I’ll climb up there and pull you down myself if I need to, bitch.”
The being who could overpower him with barely a thought snorted. “I don’t doubt it—but, uh, yeah. I got it.” Virgil smiled, his genuine one that was more eyes than teeth. “Thank you, really. You gave me a lot to work with—Well. One problem.”
“Yeah?”
“It is...a lot. Not really something I would consider doing spontaneously, especially with a stranger.” Virgil leaned in, folding his arms under him and setting his chin on top. “I can’t help but think it would be better to do it with, say...someone I know.”
Remus’ heart spasmed. He resisted the urge to clutch at it, in the process resisting the urge to bite down on his fingers and see if he was dreaming. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Virgil’s gaze turned soft, open, eyes shining like amethysts. “Obviously, it’ll be different. And only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to force you or anything—”
“I’d fucking love to.” Remus stumbled forward. He nodded, nodded again, looked up at Virgil with a fire in his eyes. “Yes, I want you to toss me around like a limp fucking French fry. Yes—”
“Hey, chill, I haven’t even released the song yet. My next concert ain’t for a while, either.” Virgil’s gaze turned sheepish. “I’ll tone it down a bit, too. Don’t want you to collapse before the show ends.”
Well, rude, but Remus didn’t mind. He surged forward, throwing himself against Virgil’s lips, and shuddered as he felt the giant let out a small gasp of surprise.
He was technically doing the opposite of ‘chilling’, grasping at whatever small bit of skin he could put his hands on and nipping the top of Virgil’s lip. But as that impossibly soft mouth pressed against his body, Remus figured that Virgil didn’t mind, either.
This is also day 14 of my October prompt list and part 3 of 10.-Ravens
CW: Remus being Remus, calling someone an it, mentions of sex and suggestive language
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Remus wasn't expecting this to happen at all. He was working his usual shift when all of the sudden a freaking black hole appeared under the car he was working on. He only slid closer to take a look at it before being sucked in, and now here he was, on a pile of several trinkets and gems.
He looked up to try and figure out where he had came from… but the hole was nowhere to be seen. Ok, Remus was stuck in what looked like the deposit of an antique shop, no big deal! But how was he getting out of here?
Looking down at the end of the pile, Remus carefully slid down until he touched the ground. How tall was this thing? How did anyone even get something from the top? Then the ground started shaking… oh shit, he needed a safe place to hide.
As Remus looked around he couldn't help but notice the items were so random. There were random pieces of crockery that didn't seem to go together at all, several old and rusted metals, but also a lot of jewels and coins… this really looked like a dragon’s hive, if dragon’s were real of course.
A large shadow appeared behind Remus and he slowly turned around, and looked up, and up, and up until he met the face of a motherflipping dragon! No way he actually got that right.
The dragon didn't seem to notice Remus though, what a bummer. Maybe he would get eaten if he got it’s attention? It didn't hurt to try, well it did but that was the whole point.
Remus followed the dragon to a deeper part of the… cave? Were they in a cave? They were most likely in a cave, so a deeper part of the cave. He wanted to observe it for a little while before anything happened, after all he couldn't get a chance to see a real life dragon and just run to his death instantly. He was curious!
The dragon stopped and left a bunch of items it was carrying on it’s mouth on the floor. A thin cloud of pink smoke started forming around it and Remus' mouth went wide. The dragon was shrinking? Why would it want to shrink? Remus could only imagine everything he could do if he was fifty feet tall!
It seemed to stop ar around five feet tall, but then it stood up? And was suddenly ten feet tall?! Ugh this pink cloud thing made it harder to take a good look at it.
Once the smoke started dissipating, Remus could actually distinguish the dragon’s shilouette. But it wasn't a dragon anymore.
It… they? They had changed into a humanoid figure, keeping their wings, horns and some of their scales.
Woah, they were gigantic! Not as gigantic as before but still! Oh now Remus was interested.
The giant- dragon-person picked their items back up and started leaving them across the room. Okay, it was now or never.
Remus walked closer to them, but they didn't seem to pay attention. Comparing their heights really made him feel like a child, nah not a child, he was too horny for that. Remus was so small they hadn't even noticed their presence even when they were next to each other! It was amazing! And to think this was only a four feet difference, “Hey! What are you doing up there?”
They froze, clearly not expecting a dwarf to just randomly talk to them. The giant-dragon-person looked down at Remus with a confused look, “...organizing the new items of my hoard?”
“Oh cool,” Remus nodded and looked around. He was too focused on how random every item was earlier that he hadn't noticed they all had a specific place, and it actually looked like an organized mess somehow!
The only thing Remus had as a warning was the clatter behind him before he was picked up. “W-hoa!” That certainly took him by surprise, he was turned around only to meet the dragon face to face, “uh… hi?”
They tilted their head and examined Remus closer, “are you a human? I thought they didn't exist anymore.”
“Well I still exist! Or at least I think so.” Remus let himself be handled and twisted around, the touch was so gentle he barely even noticed, “getting touchy there are we?”
The comments seemed to startle them because they immediately let go of Remus with a yelp, only to catch him only a few feet from the ground.It was quite an awkward position since they only managed to grab his leg, “sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Remus shook his head, “not at all! I like it when someone gets touchy! If you know what I mean.” He wiggled on the dragon's grip with a suggestive look, trying to have sex at this size would be quite interesting.
The dragon-giant blushed and shifted their grip on Remus. They sat down, as to have less chance of him getting hurt if they dropped him. “Are all humans this… excited? No wonder why you got extinct if you have no filter.”
“I’m the one with no filter, not all humanity. But is a lot more fun this way!” Remus smiled brightly, maybe he could convince them to try having sex before eating him!
They giggled, “you look adorable when you smile like that.”
“Well I think you're huge and handsome! I usually don't bang guys taller than me, but I’ll hive it a shot because it's a special occasion.”
“Oh, is my size intimidating? I hadn't thought about that, hold on.” They left a confused Remus on the ground and closed their eyes. A pink aura surrounded them and they began to shrink again. Remus lowered his sight to follow the not so giant now-dragon’s change of size.
They opened their eyes and looked up at Remus, “woah woah enough stop!” He had quite some trouble making his magic stop.
Remus wasn't great with proportions, but they looked really small even sitting down. His suspicions were only confirmed when they stood up, at about four feet tall.
“Uh… I think I went too far.” They chuckled awkwardly.
“Okay now this,” Remus reached down and picked them up the same way they did with him before, “is adorable.”
They let out a yelp and flapped their wings to stabilize themselves, “is this how being picked up feels? I wouldn't have done it earlier if I knew…”
Remus shook his head, “it’s fine. I liked it!”
Having them like this actually helped to get a better look at them. The beautiful baby blue scales decorating their body looked so shiny! Almost like they had glitter on them! Their horns matched but had pink spots here and there, as well as the boning of his wings. And that tail! The spikes on it alternated between a darked blue and the same pink, but they were more rounded than sharp.
“Well… I don’t, can you put me down please?”
“Sure!” Remus put the dragon down and looked around again. “This is a pretty great dope collection you have going on here… uh,” when he looked back at the dragon, he was just a couple of inches taller than him, “I think we don’t know each others names yet”
They nodded, “right, where are my modals?” They chuckled and extended their hand, “I’m Patton”
Remus took their hand and shook it, “Remus. He/him pronouns.”
Paton gave him a confused look, “uh… then I guess I’m a he too”
Remus snickered “I suppose dragons don’t care about pronouns”
“We don’t,” Patton took his hand back and looked around as he thought. “At least the dragons I know don’t”
Remus tilted his head, “is there something on your mind?”
Patton looked back at him, “Oh. I’m just wondering where I could keep you, you would be perfect for my hoard!”
In 2094, Mother Nature has taken everything back, even the humans.
If Sirius were a human, his stomach would be rumbling. But instead, it’s like a dull ache behind his teeth, tension between his eyes, an itching at his fingertips. Not quite hunger but hunger all the same, a tightening of his senses to search out the one thing he needs to survive.
Pairings: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/James Potter/Lily Evans Potter
Rating: hooo boy it’s gonna be Explicit
Tags: Manyyy. Check Ao3 and be kind to yourself.
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This fic has been my baby for the past week or so. it’s going to be at least 20k I imagine, and maybe 12-ish chapters? I would love to know what you think!
Patton didn’t mean to scare the human. It’s hard for him to see people so far away from him when he doesn’t have his glasses. Humans are so tiny. Now he’s been stuck with who knows how many sedatives and chained in a cage by the humans he scared.
Gosh, Virgil and D must be waiting for him to come back. Will he be able to go back? D was making dinner for their third anniversary and Virgil was so excited, babbling about how cool that he has two dads and how none of his friends have two dads and none of his friends have a dad who’s both a dad and a mom. Will Patton make it home in time?
Footsteps. Patton twists his head to face a human wearing a lab coat, peering through the bars at them. The human stops, looking up at Patton through a pair of rectangular glasses. Patton swallows. “Hello,” he says nervously. “How are you?”
“My name is Logan Smart,” the human says simply. “I am a behavioral scientist and one of the founders of this establishment. Who are you?”
“I, uh, I’m Patton Hart.” Technically he’s now Patton Foster but… “Can I go home please?”
Logan scoffs. “What you did earlier was frowned upon. You won’t be leaving here for quite a while.”
Patton shifts uncomfortably in his cage, muscles tense in the enclosed space. “That’s not legal, I deserve to go home just as much as you do.” He moves his arms slightly, shoulder blades aching. “Please.”
“No,” Logan says, clasping his hands behind his back. “You scared Remus, which, frankly, is nearly impossible to do. Remus doesn’t get scared. He does the scaring. You’re too dangerous to release for some time.”
“I lost my glasses,” Patton says. “I couldn’t see him!”
“Then it’s even more dangerous to let you go. You could scare others and hurt them. Once we find you glasses or a safe transport through the city, we’ll let you go.” He turns away from Patton.
“Wait!” Patton manages to grab the end of Logan’s lab coat between two fingers and the human looks up at him. “Please,” Patton says. “It’s our third anniversary and I was only going to get D a present. Please. I have a…” Is this man homophobic? Possibly. Patton thanks D for being genderfluid so he doesn’t misgender her. “...a wife and child at home. Please. Let me go home.”
“I’m sorry, Patton,” Logan says. He tugs his coat out of Patton’s grip. “It seems as though you’ll be missing your anniversary.” Logan walks away.
Patton looks through the bars of his cage, helpless but to watch the human shut him inside. And so he begins to cry. His cries must echo through the building, he’s big and he’s loud and he’s not doing anything to muffle the tears.
But no one comes.
(This one is going to have a sequel later this month)
