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Borrowing from Supervillains

Words: 1,226

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman

Summary: Virgil is a borrower living in the house of three supervillains, Logic, Morality, and Creativity. When he gets caught Morality takes it upon himself to stand up for the poor little guy. But more troubles lie ahead for Virgil and you can't always trust a supervillain.

  Virgil wasn't exactly sure why he chose to live in the house of literal supervillains. The fact that regular humans were evil enough was something that stood out to him everytime he left the walls, if a regular human would torture and kill him what would an evil human with super powers do?

    Well, Virgil didn't plan to find out. The three supers lived in a mansion with plenty of empty rooms for Virgil to hide away in. Two of the three, Creativity and Morality, were forgetful and would leave food and materials lying around.

   In other words, Virgil had it good living here. Easy access to what he needed and easy hideaways. The only downside was Logic, the third villainous human of the house. He not only kept everything in perfect order, he was also a scientist.

   Scientists did not get along with Borrowers. Not at all. Borrowers that were caught by scientists were experimented on, studied and dissected. So, once again, Virgil questioned why he chose to live here.

   This time he had a lot more to panic about then why he had chosen to live here, because this time he was staring into a pair of bright brown eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses.

    Stupid, Virgil cursed himself as the human known as Morality continued to watch him closely. Virgil knew he needed to steady his breathing, drown out the panic in his head and focus on escaping. This was all easier said than done.

      Morality shifted his eyes from the small person in from of him to the pack of crackers left open on the counter. Understanding crossed his features and Virgil felt all calmness leave him.

    Virgil hadn't just been caught, he had been caught in the act of stealing. Whatever facade that had been keeping Virgil silent this long crumbled as he dropped to his knees, arms crossed in front of his face, panting so hard his whole body heaved with each breath.

    “P-please don't cr-cr-crush me!” Virgil managed to stutter out. The air moved around him and he braced himself for the crushing sensation of the human’s fingers against his fragile body.

     “Alright open your eyes, little guy,” Morality said softly. Virgil took a shuddering breath as he peaked around from the corner of his elbow. Morality had one hand held out, a broken off piece of cracker held in the tip of his fingers.

      Virgil looked between the offering and the human. Morality was making it a habit of not looking directly at the small person, not wanting to stare him down. A kind smile stretched across the human's face and Virgil couldn't help but reach out to take the cracker.

     His heart was still pounding hard against his chest and breathing was a manual task, but he accepted the cracker with shaky hands. “Th-thank you, sir,” Virgil tried to go for respectful. He knew the human was in charge and he wanted the human to know he knew.

     He had heard from the walls as Creativity and Morality tortured people who opposed them, heard then demand obedience. He was just going to give that to them from the start and hopefully avoid the torture and punishment, and hopefully the lab.

    Morality giggled. “It's Patton, Kiddo. You don't have to call me sir.” Virgil swallowed harshly and nodded at the words. He had already screwed it up. Morality didn't seem mad at him but he knew how fast that could change.

     Footsteps entered the Borrower's hearing range and he went wide eyed and took a step back as he recognized them as Logic. There was no way he could deal with that right now. The cracker slipped from his hands and he backed up a few steps. His eyes were wildly searching for a way to escape.

     “Whoa, Kiddo, calm down. That's just Logan, he won't hurt you.” Morality’s words didn't calm Virgil down one bit.

     “N-no! No science!” Virgil was aware that his words didn't make sense but the panic induced fog spreading through his brain wouldn't allow him to think up a coherent sentence.

    Morality frowned at him, a sad look on his face. The footsteps were closer now. “Kiddo…” Patton trailed off as Logic entered the kitchen. His eyes were locked onto Virgil.

    Virgil didn't think, couldn't think, he just ran. Ran to the first opening that he saw, in between two cereal boxes. His hole was just in the other side of the stove, the wide open stove.

   “Logan!” Mortality’s voice boomed as he yelled at his partner. “What are you doing? Put that down this instant!”

     Virgil could feel his heartbeat pick up. What did Logic have? A book? A shoe? Something to trap him with? His vision went blurry around the edges and he could feel his lungs ache as he realized he was lacking a vital part of being alive, oxygen.

    As he desperately tried to pull in the air he craved so desperately he heard a cry and then the cereal box fell away. He looked up in Logic’s cold, calculating eyes before he fell limp to the ground.

   Virgil woke up wrapped in a warm embrace. He struggled and kicked, instantly recognizing that he was in a human grip. The fingers around his torso were leaving bruises and cutting off his breath.

   “Roman, maybe set him down,” Morality’s familiar voice cut into the panic in Virgil's mind. “Not in the cage.” The way the words came out sounded so defeated that Virgil could already tell he was in trouble.

    “Patton, while I understand your wish to accommodate him as a guest however the scientific aspect of this discovery is to great to risk his escape,” Logic said. His voice sounded so set that Virgil knew he wasn't getting out of this.

    He blinked open his eyes. He found he was being held between the thumb and index finger of Creativity while Logic stared at him. Morality had his eyes glued to the ground.

   “I-i'll talk. No experiments, please. I'll be good,” Virgil found himself begging. He knew that even if he answered questions the chances of him being dissected were high, but avoiding some of the harsh experiments where he was kept alive afterwards in pain sounded good enough.

     Morality let out a little gasp and snapped his eyes to Logic, a stern glare already in place. Creativity shifted his hold on Virgil awkwardly. “What type of experiments are you expecting?” Logic asked, a stiff tone to the question.

     Virgil shuddered. “My emotions function the same as a humans, so do my pain receptors. I can explain them more, just please, please, don't test them.”

    Patton reached his hand out, under where Virgil was suspended. “drop him.” The order was a growl and Roman was quick to obey. Virgil found himself cradled in Morality’s hand.

    “Neither of you will touch him, he is not a specimen or pet. He will not be treated as one,” Morality sent each of his companions a glare. Virgil was shocked to see Morality’s eyes glow a sky blue color. He heard both Creativity and Logic gasp and looked over to see tears leaking from their eyes.

   Patton turned and swiftly, yet carefully, walked from the room. He winked at Virgil with a sympathetic smile. “That's why you don't mess with an empath.”

[overlyobsessedgaygal]

Mouse Trap part 1

Words: 1,486

Fandom: Sanders Sides, g/t

Characters: Patton, Virgil, mentions of Logan and Roman

Summary: Patton gets caught in a mouse trap and Virgil is overwhelmed with guilt.

  Desperation. If he ever got to speak to another one if his kind he would tell them it was desperation that led him into the mousetrap. The human if this home had noticed something amiss and had started keeping food under lock and key, so when the mousetrap appeared with a piece of cheese Patton didn't think. He just went for it.

    It had been days since he had eaten even the smallest of crumbs and he could almost say the cheese was worth it. Almost. The excruciating pain that traveled through his leg was mind numbing. He found himself caught between screaming and biting his own tongue to stay quiet.

    Somewhere deep in his brain he knew he needed to try to get out of the trap, however impossible that may be, and away from the humans. Even the smallest movement sent pain jolting through his body, like his nerves were being lit on fire. He questioned if the loud snapping sound was the trap shutting on his leg or his bone being forced from it’s position.

    He tried to steady his breathing as he leaned forward. He didn't have time to dawdle, if the human checked the trap and he was still here then who knew what would happen to him.

     With a grunt of exertion Patton tried to pry the bar away from where it was cutting into his flesh. The bar barely shifted from the force and instead the pain increased. He cried out and let his body collapse backwards.

     He wasn't getting out of this. He was going to die in the hands of a human, or by starving in one of their traps. He supposed it only made sense, Patton was never a good borrower. He was too loud and childish, ironic that he was going to die quietly.

      No matter what torture methods this human could think up, Patton would keep his mouth shut. He didn't know how long until the human returned home or checked the trap so the only thing he could do was lay there and let his resolve harden.

    By the time he heard the door open the pain in his leg had become so numb that an dull ache was radiating through his whole body. He looked out from under the counter as feet made their way towards him.

    Patton tried to breathe normally but tears were suddenly spilling from his eyes and terror was making his heart beat faster than normal. He ended up coughing harshly, jerking his captured leg. He cried out in pain.

   The human stopped moving and Patton clenched his jaw shut as he waited. It wasn't long before the human was on his hands and knees, staring at Patton with a look of horror.

    “Oh my God,” the human whispered. Patton couldn't help the pathetic noise that escaped his throat. “Here, let me help you,” the human said. He reached out his hand and hesitated. “I need to move the trap out here so I can see it better, it might hurt. Is that o-okay?”

     Patton was surprised to find the human sounding nervous, well sounding like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The human was asking his permission to move him, the human cared that it was going to hurt. It could be a trap, but Patton liked to give people the benefit of the doubt.

     Patton nodded his consent and the human took a deep breath before steadying their shaking hand. The trap was gently picked up, the slight movement causing the borrower to hiss. The human gasped through their nose and panic flashed across their face but it was too late to go back now.

     Patton felt the trap being pulled out into the light and he blinked up at the face of the human. Concentration set his features into a sharp frown. The trap was lightly set on the table and the human backed away, panting as if he had lifted something heavy.

      The human pulled his hair with both his hands as he began to breathe deeply. Patton had witnessed this behavior before, this particular human seemed to have these attacks a lot. He waited as the human began to get control of himself.

       “I am so sorry, I shouldn't have put out those traps, it was stupid, I'm stupid,” the human said with way to much self-deprecation. Patton frowned, he wanted to comfort the panicky boy and tell him it was okay but he wasn't supposed to talk.

      “It's n-not your fa-fault, Kiddo. You didn't know-ow.” The human looked towards the borrower with relief. Patton tried not to flinch at his gaze, he really did try, but failed. It was unnerving to have something so big look at you.

       “I-I-I have to get you out of that trap and then we'll fix this,” The human stuttered. “I'll call Logan to come help you wrap up your leg and then have them take you somewhere where you'll be safe.”

      Patton looked at him confused, he was trying to comprehend what he just heard but only one thought was sticking out. “No more humans! Please!”

       The human jerked back in shock at the amount of terror in the small voice. “No, oh hey, no. I'm such an idiot. No, no more humans. Logan is a borrower, just like you. I'm sorry I scared you.”

    Patton seen the honesty on his face and nodded. Why would he have communications with a borrower? Unless the borrower was a pet, unless they were going to make Patton a pet. Panic surges through him and he struggled to get away from the human and out of the trap.

   Patton would not be a pet!

  The human started freaking out when the borrower came close to injuring itself further. “No, no, no, no,” he repeated as he tried to figure out what to do. He knew better than to grab at Patton or make any sudden movements, he knew to keep his voice low so as not to hurt their sensitive ears, but he didn't know how to stop him from hurting himself.

    What would he do if this was Logan? Probably ask Roman what his small roommate would find comforting. What had he seen Roman do to comfort their little friend?

   Patton stilled as he heard a soft rhythmic sound fill the room and small vibrations ran through the surface he was on. He glanced over to see the human tapping his fingers, light as possible, onto the wooden table in a specific pattern. It was soothing as he felt the vibrations in his chest.

    “My name is Virgil, I'm a college student, my favorite color is purple,” The human went on to state facts about himself. Just random little facts that truly meant nothing but it was nice for Patton to learn more about him. About Virgil.

    Patton was zoning in on Virgil's voice so it came as a total shock when he felt the mouse trap spring back away from his leg. He screamed out in pain. Virgil winced.

    “Sorry, sorry, it hurts less!” Virgil tried to explain himself as the borrower clutched at his leg. “Okay, okay,” Virgil pulled out his phone and quickly called Roman. Patton was sobbing loudly as the pain caught up with him. Adrenaline had been blocking the unpleasant sensation of his crushed limb until the attention was brought back to it.

    “Roman! I need you to get Logan over here now! You have to stay outside though.” Virgil heard the confusion in his friend's voice as he confirmed that they would be there. “Hurry!” Virgil dropped the whisper tone and said the words quite loudly causing Patton to shriek in fright. Virgil cursed.

     He hung up the phone as Roman was in the middle of a sentence. He looked at Patton and felt guilt rush through him. He was way out of his league here. He had no idea what to do to help the injured man in front of him and it made him feel sick just looking at the injury.

    Virgil began to mumble soothing words to the borrower as they waited for help to arrive. The knock on the door signaled the arrival of Virgil's saviors and Patton's worst nightmare. As Virgil bolted from the room with a few last reassurances Patton thought about his chances to escape.

    He glanced from the edge of the table and to where Virgil had disappeared into the hallway. His heart was thudding in his ears, his leg was burning with pain, and his vision was blurry from tears. He wouldn't be able to survive if he did escape, which wasn't likely, but he wouldn't be a pet either. That thought was all it took for Patton to make his decision.

[overlyobsessedgaygal]

Escape

Requested by @yourfreindlyneighborhoodnerd

Patton was escaping. After being locked away in a school lab for years with an evil scientist of a professor he was escaping. He didn't know how he would escape but he would.

    Even with blurry vision and a headache to rival the giant footsteps he would escape. He had to make it. Along the bookshelf he crawled, carefully avoiding the line of sight of any human.

   These humans were all bad, they were science people, they did experiments. Patton shuddered at the thought. His hand slipped and he had to quickly catch himself.

   “Don't think, just crawl,” Patton instructed himself under his breath. It would be silent to the figures below him. “Just keep moving.”

   Just as Patton was about to slide down the bookshelf the bell rang causing the tiny to jump. His hands sailed through the air for a minute, trying to locate safety, before they just gave up and went limp as Patton sailed towards the ground.

   Patton was expecting to land on the concrete tiled floor and feel his body break into pieces. That's what he would prefer. He didn't want to go back to being in a cage. Never again.

   When Patton roughly landed on a soft mound of fabric he felt panic over take him. He was either going to escape or going to die. He would not be stuck here.

   He quickly sat up and attempted to take in his surroundings, he had landed on a piled up navy blue jacket inside of a case if some sort. Before the small man could make any moves a textbook was thrown beside him, nearly crushing him.

   Patton drew in a deep breath. “Okay, I can get out of here. I just have to wait,” Patton reassured himself as darkness swarmed around him. He watched the last little streak of light vanish with the metal clinking of a zipper closing.

   “Just have to wait until the bag opens again. I'm fine.” Patton curled his knees up to his chest so that he could rest his face against them. “It'll be okay. I won't go back, never go back.”

   Patton found it hard to resist the urge to rest. Curling up on a thick fabric such as the jacket piled at the bottom of the back would be a luxury, compared to the harsh metal crate of cage flooring he had been subjected to for years.

   There was no threat of the professor coming to drag him out and under the scalpel. There was no test to see how fragile his bones were or how easy it would be to squish him. There was just a stranger, a student of the professor, a human. A human who would hurt him again.

    If it wasn't so miraculously dark in here Patton would be awake, kept up by the fear of what was to come, but for now he couldn't tell the back of his eyelids from his surroundings. He let his eyes drift close and finally gave in to the primal urge that told him to give in.

   The jostling of the bag was soft and almost rhythmic, as the person who held must be very elegant, and Patton heard the lullaby his mother sang him in his head as he drifted off.

   Bed is too small for my tiredness;

Give me a hillside with trees.

Tuck a cloud up under my chin.

Lord, blow the moon out, please!

  Rock me to sleep in a cradle of dreams;

So that I may slumber in peace.

Tuck a cloud up under my chin.

Lord, blow the moon out, please!

   When Patton woke up he immediately noticed two things, it was brighter than it was when he fell asleep and he was still wrapped into the jacket, his hand subconsciously clutching the zipper.

  His eyes darted around the room he was in to take in his surroundings. It was a simply decorated room, it held a few pieces of white furniture, a small tv, and a coffee table. Patton was currently sitting on the coffee table with the jacket piled up around him.

   A navy blue pot stood next to him, holding the first flowers he had seen since being locked in the lab. A beautiful green color adorned with simple white blossoms. He could smell the scent from where he sat and it reminded him of his home and the years he had sat and waited to experience the sunlight once more.

    His breathing came to a stand still as he realised the situation. He had come so close and now he sat here beside a product of nature and accepted that the outside world was still so far.

   The human knew he was here, there was no other way for him to have been so carefully nestled on top of the jacket mound unless he had been placed strategically. Whoever had him now was going to have him at their whim. Patton couldn't escape.

   Even if he made the jump from the table there was no guarantee there would be an exit. A proper borrower would be able to escape, would have a plan, or even the will to move, but Patton hadn't thought of himself as a borrower in years. He was just a lab rat, an experiment.

  He was fated to be stuck as nothing more than a caged creature his whole life. For now he could enjoy the freedom of having a soft surface and the nice smell of nature.

   A throat clearing made him shoot up from where he was tangled in the jacket. A human male stood in the doorway, a pair of thick glasses on his face and a professional black polo and dark blue tie covering his torso.

   “Hello, I would like to announce my approach as to not startle you,” he announced in a voice that rivaled the professor's in terms of emotion. None at all.

    Patton didn't answer, he stared at the human in fear. He may not have a chance of being free but he couldn't do any experiments anymore. He couldn't. “Pl-please, let me go,” Patton sobbed out.

   Logan's eyes widened in confusion. The begging was unexpected, although the fear was a natural response. However this person seemed to be specifically scared of being held against his will and Logan felt dread at why that was his first thought.

   “I won't hold you here if you wish to go elsewhere.”

   Patton crossed his arms to hide the shaking. He didn't believe the human, not at all, but he knew better than to argue. “Thank you,” he whispered softly.

    Logan tried to give him a reassuring smile. “You are most welcome. Do you feel up to telling me how you ended up in my bookbag?”

   Patton swallowed hard. He was going to tell this human. The human would return him once he found out he belonged to the professor. Patton didn't want to go back, but he didn't want to be caught lying. He drew in a shaky breath and began to tell the story, the real story.

   Logan felt his blood boil. A living creature was not a science experiment, ever. It didn't matter that there were no laws put in place protecting this species, they clearly showed enough brain capacity to understand pain and fear.

  The way the man in front of Logan kept trembling and had tears dripping off his face proved that he was human. It didn't matter to Logan that he was small, he was a person, a sentient person and Logan would protect him against anyone who said otherwise. If Patton let him, of course.

  Patton glanced up once he finished talking, expecting to be grabbed and transported back to the professor immediately. The human was giving him a soft look, it didn't feel even remotely threatening.

   “I...I would feel more comfortable if you were to remain here with to keep you safe,” Logan began. He quickly went on to clarify his intentions before Patton could react with panic. “We would not have to be in contact and you could leave anytime you would like. I am just offering a shelter space for your comfort.”

    Patton looked at Logan, searching for any sign of deceit in the giant. When he found none he relaxed. He had been carefully removed from the bag and left in a soft, warm jacket. He hadn't been restrained or stuck. The human announced his presence before entering, to avoid startling him.

 This human seemed much better than the others. Having a shelter that wasn't a cage sounded nice. Patton looked away from Logan, down at the table. He shuffled nervously as he answered.

  “I think I'd like that.”

[overlyobsessedgaygal]

Boys and Their Periods

TW: Gender Dysphoria, internalized and past transphobia, periods and blood.

Logan was sitting in his class, ignoring the jaunts of the imbeciles behind him. Calling him a nerd was not nearly the insult the idiots thought it was, he had heard worse from his own parents. At least the people at this school had no idea that Logan was born Lucille. They had only ever known him as Logan, as a boy.

    If Logan had the choice it would have stayed that way but his body didn't often comply to those wishes, today that seemed to be the case. He had been feeling the cramps all day and he just prayed he would make it home before the blood came. He didn't have a pad with him and if he leaked then everyone would know.

  He attempted to keep a straight face and now show his nerves, especially not to the popular crowd behind him. Roman Prince, served as their leader. A loud, annoying, nuisance of a boy, he liked to make nicknames for Logan that served to embarrass him. He also had nicknames for the other kids that didn't fit into his close-minded world.

  Logan despised him but couldn't do anything about it. He would have gladly punched the boy so hard his nose slammed back into his brain, if it wasn't for the binder digging sharply against his ribs.

  Logan was trying to focus so that he could ignore the feeling of being so appallingly female that his body forced on him. He managed to get lost in his textbook and ignore his body revolting against his wishes, at least until someone softly but urgently tapped his shoulder.

   "You have blood on your pants," the boy whispered softly. Logan felt his face flush in both anger and embarrassment. "Sorry," the boy shifted again and pulled his purple patches hoodie around himself. "I saw it when you sharpened your pencil."

   "Thank you for alerting me to the issue," Logan spoke stiffly. He knew. Emo Nightmare, Roman's adversary, snarky, sarcastic, future dropout knew Logan's body wasn't what he wanted it to be.

   Logan gathered his belongings and went to the teacher to be excused. After a quiet explanation the teacher let him go to the bathroom and Logan could barely force his body to walk instead of run.

   The feeling of the eyes in the empty hall staring at him. Staring at the blood on his pants, the evidence of him being wrong. He could hear them whisper his dead name and insult him.

    When he got into the bathroom he waited for a minute, trying to remind himself to breathe. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.

  He calmly walked into a stall and locked it. Deep breathing. Pants down. Look at the blood stain. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

  Logan didn't breathe. He stared at the sign of betrayal from his own body, fists clenching around the fabric in a hopeless rage. How was he supposed to hide this? It was small but it was a bright, screaming red compared to his khaki pants.

  All the kids would notice it, figure it out, exploit it. Logan wasn't a real boy. Logan was a fake, a he-she. Logan's binder suddenly felt too tight against his skin and breathing was getting harder.

  Self hate washed over the boy like a wave and before he could stop them his nails were dug into his own fisted palms as tears leaked from his eyes.

  He would be an outcast again. They would ruin his life again. They would tell him he wasn't a boy and Logan knew that he was and it just isn't fair and he wants to be normal and he wants to be a boy and….

  The door opened and the boisterous laugh echoed through the empty bathroom. Logan could hear people walking past, on their way to their last class of the day.

   Roman Prince whistled a tune as he casually strolled up to a sink, most likely looking for a mirror. Logan was frozen. There was no way out of this situation, with blood exiting his body and staining his clothes it was obvious he didn't belong in the same bathroom as Roman.

   Without even realizing Logan let out a small noise. A mixture of a whimper and a sob, the sound was the sound of pure desperation.

   Roman paused his tune for a second before picking up whistling where he left. Logan was grateful, maybe Roman would ignore him and walk away so he could sit in the stall and skip the rest of the day. So he didn't have to admit to Roman what he was.

   "Is that you in there, Specs?"

  Logan closed his eyes and forced a deep breath. "Yes, it's me." He waited for the inevitable teasing that always came from Roman's presence.

   "And why, dear robot, are you locked in a bathroom stall crying?"

    "I… I've ran into a situation in which I cannot face the public."

     "Do you need help?"

    "No."

   "I've never heard a worse lie."

   Logan closed his eyes. "I've ruined my khakis because I started my period and there's blood on them and everyone will know I'm… They'll know I'm a girl." The words barely made it out of his mouth before the gasping sobs started.

  There was silence from the other side of the door and Logan waited for the bad reaction. He waited for Roman to get angry, demand Logan leave, accuse him of lying.

   The sight of a hand appearing under the stall door made Logan flinch. Then Logan actually looked and seen that it wasn't just Roman's hand, in his grip was a pad. It was not the size Logan usually used but that didn't matter because it was a pad.

     Logan grabbed it and sniffed back his tears, attempting to clear his throat. "Thank you, Roman." His voice sounded as fragile as he felt and shame dusted his cheeks in a light red shade.

      "No problem, Specs. You can borrow my extra jacket to tie around your waist, cover up the stain." Roman's voice came from across the room. Logan could hear him shuffling around in his bag. "Oh, and Logan, you're not a girl. Plenty of boys have periods, plenty of girls don't. Doesn't make a difference."

    Logan felt tears prick his eyes again, this time in relief. "Jacket's on the sink, I'm heading to class. We're already pretty late." Roman spoke softly and Logan could hear the door open and the empty hallway. He must have missed the bell.

   Logan waited until he heard the door thud shut before situating his underwear and pants. He exited the stall and found Roman's theater club jacket laying on the sink. Logan smiled and tied the oversized jacket around his waist by the sleeves.

  He looked in the mirror. He looked at his soft features, rounded cheeks, narrow shoulders, and lumps on his chest. Yeah, he was a gorgeous boy.

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@hiddendreamer67

Prompt: I won't become some lab rat, tiny!Roman & Deceit. Scientist!Virgil. From this list

   Virgil glanced at Deceit, who was laying in the cage groaning, while he put the box down on the desk. The stamps living cargo and fragile did little to make Virgil feel any safer about having a new test subject transported to him through mail.

  He carefully opened the box and pulled out the mesh bag so that he could see through to the plastic container. Air holes lined the container but the tiny was still forced to lie flat on his back, arms crossed over his chest.

  Virgil hated how small the handling container was. He needed his subjects to feel calm, as calm as they can be after being shipped in a box. Virgil carefully undid the mesh and threw it into the box with the padding.

   Dee screamed loudly from his cage and caused Virgil to jump in shock. The tiny in the container had wide, fear-filled eyes. "Damn it," Virgil mumbled. He set the new subject on the table so he could go to Dee.

   With careful hands Virgil removed Dee from the cage and transported him to a testing table. He could see where the new scales had started to pop up and he held back a wince.

  He couldn't imagine why Logan would have mixed snake DNA in with Dee's. His old friend never did care much about the well being of his subjects, he probably knew it would cause Dee to suffer but didn't care.

  Virgil quickly got out a wet wipe and carefully brushed over where the new scales were growing in, forcing the skin apart. "Hush, hush, it's okay, Dee," Virgil mumbled. The tiny man reached out to grab at Virgil's lab coat and held onto the sleeve.

  Virgil sighed as he wiped the last bit of blood away. He went to his projects and pulled out a medicated cream he was working on. It was an advanced version of what he used on Dee last time and he had been meaning to test it.

  He would have preferred to test it on the new subject but it was likely to help Dee so he could bare sparing some. He used a cotton swab to dab the cream over the new injuries, watching as Dee hissed at the first contact.

  The cream was cold and Dee hated the cold based on Logan's reports so Virgil tried to look pass that to search for any reactions. When none came Virgil also put a little swatch on Dee's unaltered arm.

  "Alright, this isn't tested yet so tell me if it starts to feel funny," Virgil ordered. Dee knew the rules in his lab but Virgil always assured, some subjects had a habit of hiding things and getting themselves or others injured.

   Dee nodded weakly. Virgil scooped him up and carried him back over to his cage. He placed Dee on one of the cots and watched to be sure he settled in with a blanket before closing the door, leaving it unlatched.

  He walked back over to the new subject and noticed immediately the way it's body was tensed, prepared to run or fight. Virgil fought back the urge to sigh, Remy and Dee had both tried to run from him as well. Emile was the only subject that came through and didn't attempt escape, although he was fatally injured so Virgil doesn't count it. He knew that if Roman did manage to escape his grip he wouldn't be able to leave the lab.

   Not unless Virgil took him out of the lab and that wouldn't be happening for a while since he just got the subject. "Hey," Virgil said softly. "I'm Dr. Storm. You can call me Virgil if you want."

  Virgil didn't get a verbal response, instead the tiny sneered and let the fear melt away from his expression to be replaced with resentment. Virgil kept his surprise hidden as he continued to speak in a soft voice. "Alright, I'm going to take you out of the container now. Try not to freak out, it will cause issues for both of us."

  Virgil was vigilant while taking their off, making sure the subject wouldn't try to run. When the lid was fully removed Virgil prepared to pick the tiny up, instead the tiny leaped away from his hand.

  "I won't become some lab rat!" The tiny's voice was filled with anger and just the smallest hint of fear. "I won't let you do anything to me!"

  Virgil sighed, he felt bad for the little guy, he really did. "I need to test my projects on someone and it's easier to buy you than recruit volunteers."

  The tiny crossed his arms. "I won't be subjected to your games." Virgil noticed it then, the scars that covered his hands. Like they had been pulled apart and pieced back together. "I will die before I let you experiment on me."

  The statement was bold and Virgil believed every word of it. He quickly filled through the box to find the new subjects paperwork. He scanned the paper. His name was Roman, he was twenty-six, he had been an entertainment tiny until he was twenty-four. Virgil already knew all this, he didn't know about the injuries to his hand.

  "I won't sit here and let you do this," the voice this time was unsure and Virgil looked up to see the tiny had yet to even move. Virgil felt a pang of bitterness go through his chest for the people in the entertainment industry. They trained tinies to rely fully on humans, not even allowing them to eat without being spoon fed. This subject wouldn't leave, he couldn't survive on his own.

    "Roman," Virgil tested the name. "I need to know what happened to your hands. I'm not going to hurt you, I just need to know."

  Roman looked at the patchy hands with sad eyes. "The other lab did electric shocks, they got mad if I screamed so I bit my hands. They said I was a good tiny because I was quiet." Roman shuffled his feet. "The other tinies weren't quiet. I was the best so I got food everyday and didn't have to do tests at night."

   Virgil frowned, he knew what type of lab Roman had been in before and it made him outraged that they were still legal. They tested the limits of the human psyche, using tinies, by seeing how much it took to break them. Virgil knew there wasn't anything he could do for Roman at this point, instead he could use this to his advantage.

   "Here," Virgil went through his projects before finding the cream he wanted. "I'm going to test this on you. It didn't have any bad side effects on Dee or me, although we didn't get to see it heal scar tissue in action."

   Roman looked at Virgil wearily as the scientist took out a cotton swab. When Virgil approached him with the cream Roman flinched, waiting for contact.

   Virgil waited for the tiny to crack an eye open before asking gently for his hand. The tiny instantly stuck his hand out, wanting to please. Virgil then applied the cream, watching Roman's face to be sure he didn't have a reaction to the ointment.

  "Alright," Virgil announced when he was done. "I'm going to put you in the cage with Dee so you can let the medication work, I have a golden rule in this lab though and I need you to follow it. If the cream starts to affect you in any way you need to tell me. If it hurts or feels bad you tell me right away by pushing the red button in the cage," Virgil gave Roman a no-nonsense look.

  Roman nodded. "Okay." The answer was a whisper and Virgil had to hold back a sigh. He knew that it was never easy to get subjects to relax, they were quite literally treated as lab rats, but to have one so eager to please and be so shy was nearly painful.

   Virgil moved the tiny so that he was in the cage and watched as he slowly made his way around his new home. Virgil was tempted to wake Dee up, to help calm Roman down, but knew that his face was probably still sore from the scales spreading.

   "Alright, Roman. I'll be doing paperwork in my office. If you need anything then you can hit this button right here," Virgil directed him to a small silver button that was by the cots, "that way I know it's not an emergency. If you hit the red button then I think you're hurt so save that for something important."

  Roman nodded slowly and Virgil was confident he understood at least half of what he was saying. Virgil closed the door, leaving it unlatched like he always did.

   When Virgil left the room Roman curled up in a corner of the cage and let himself cry.

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The Family in The Dark

Virgil had Bitsy for as long as he had been alive. When Virgil first formed into being, emerging from the abyss into the dark part of Thomas's mind he had been terrified. Startled and frightened and so, so, alone.

  He had stumbled as he tried to run on his newly born legs and the harsh whispers from the void chased him. Then he had stumbled right into Deceit. The older side had pulled Virgil close to him with no words and carried the trembling child side back to the home they shared.

   The dark sides were not as dark as the light sides made them out to be. They were Virgil's first family. They created Bitsy and gifted her to him. They took care of Virgil, Virgil had called Deceit dad.

   Now as he sat in the light sides common room, Bitsy sitting in his lap, Virgil couldn't help but miss the feeling of his dark brethren. They hadn't been an affectionate family but they had all cared. So why had Virgil abandoned them? Why did the light sides think they were all bad?

   He hummed and ran his finger along Bitsy's back. “Do you miss Jafar as much as I miss dad?” Virgil questioned.

    Memories of when Virgil had been scared and would run to Deceit’s room with Bitsy clutched tightly to his chest surfaced into his mind. Deceit would always smile calmly and pull Virgil onto his bed.

    Once Virgil had been cocooned into a tangle of soft blankets he would fetch Jafar from the closet and wrap the seven-foot-long plush snake around Bitsy so that the toys would be comforted as well.

   “It isn't alright,” Deceit would lie. “I'll never protect you.”

     Virgil pulled Bitsy from his lap to set on his shoulder. “What do you think we should do, girl? I don't want to go back to the darkness, never again.” A shiver worked its way through his body at the thought of the constant bleakness that shrouded the dark side of the mindscape.

      “But, I can't stand to leave them there and the light sides won't want them here.” Virgil teared up. He felt like a little kid after his parents had gone through a divorce. He had to choose between his dad and his brothers who lived in an awful place and were a tad dysfunctional but cared about him… or a dad and brothers that lived in a nice house and were close but where he would always be last place.

       Patton cared about him, Virgil knew he did, but he valued Roman and Logan more. He didn't do it knowingly, of course he didn't, but he would write off Virgil's opinions for Logan's. Roman detested everything Virgil stood for, he hated being cautious. Logan tolerated Virgil for his common sense but the accepted stopped there from the intellectual.

     Deceit, he always valued Virgil as equal as the others. He would take into account any input offered from Virgil and find the best way to incorporate it. Rage had never been annoyed with Virgil's heedful attitude, in fact rage took pride in reassuring and protecting the younger side. Sadness hadn't understood much about Virgil and his need for physical comfort but he had always tried to comfort Virgil.

   “I miss them, Bitsy.” Virgil finally admitted. He had never said that out loud before. A throat cleared behind him and Virgil quickly turned, causing Bitsy to fly from his shoulder and land on the floor with a soft thunk.

   Virgil gasped and ducked down to pick the spider up, and avoid the pair of eyes staring him down behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.

   “May I suggest you visit them?” Logan spoke calmly. “They would, most likely, enjoy your company for a short while.”

    Virgil frowned. “Patton would be mad, Roman might not let me come back.” Panic rose in his chest and Virgil threw his eyes around the room to make sure neither were there too yell at him or kick him out.

   “Virgil…” Logan began with a sympathetic look, “you will never be kicked out. You are our family.”

  Virgil was silent as he looked at Bitsy's ruby eyes. Rage had decided on the eye color and had produced the rubies he wanted to be his perfect image. He had been proud, especially when Virgil had laughed in excitement. Virgil glanced up and met Logan's eyes.

   “They're my family too.”

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@hiddendreamer67

 prompt: I've been looking for something new to experiment on with logince

  Roman lounged on the desk. The smell of chemicals burned his sensitive nose and made his eyes water but he was used to this by now. Logan's lab was always overpowered by whatever chemicals the human was playing with that week.

 Logan worked away next to him, scribbling new formulas. Roman watched him with a smirk, the nerd was working intensely, a frown etched on his face.

  "What are you working on, Specs?" Roman asked in the most disinterested voice he could manage. Logan just hummed.

    "That isn't an answer." Roman rolled his eyes and moved to a sitting position so he could lazily crawl closer to the notebook.

   Logan quickly slammed the notebook shut once he realized Roman was peeking. Roman yelped as the sudden movement made him jump. "It's not important!" The words were spoken quickly with more emotion than Logan would normally show.

   Roman looked at him incredulously. "Don't you lie to me, Logan." He watched as Logan nervously stood up and paced to the other side of the room.

  "I've been looking for something new to experiment on," Logan said, his tone flat. A forced monotone that Roman had taken to recognizing as easily as Logan's hazel eyes. A tone that meant Logan was getting overwhelmed with in his own emotions.

   "Logan, why are you freaking out over that?" Roman asked softly. The thought that Logan would test anything on him was not as daunting as it had been when he had first been given to Logan. He knew Logan valued humane testing and the human always had his products perfected by the time they were tested.

   Logan didn't answer, he just gave Roman a pained look. Roman rolled his eyes. "Logan I was given to you so you could experiment on me. You're more than welcome to try out a new mixture on me."

 Logan blinked for a minute, a look of shock coming over his face before falling into a deep scowl. "That wasn't my suggestion. You know I wouldn't use anyone who hasn't or couldn't give their consent, that includes you."

  Roman looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Logan, my socially constipated nerd, I believe I just gave my consent."

  Logan shook his head, a firm motion that showed no uncertainty. "You implied that I could do so because you were given to me for that reason, which is illogical. If I were given a rat to test a potentially harmful product on, I wouldn't do so."

  "Okay," Roman started, "I see that point but the rat couldn't consent. I can tell you that I'd be happy to help you."

   Logan paused for a moment. "This isn't just you feeling like your required to assist me?"

  Roman scoffed. "I would never offer my perfect body up to experiments unless I trusted the scientist."

  Logan took a deep breath but nodded. "Alright, as long as you promise that you'll tell me the moment you want to back out."

   Roman smirked at him. "Sure thing, Specs."

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Not Required

TW: Internalized Acephobia, talk of sex

Logan knew his boyfriends deserved so much better than him. Patton was the cutest boy in school, he had every person interested in men after him. Virgil was the bad boy and those who didn't fear him bowed at his feet. Roman was a theater star and had all the suitors he could want.

      Logan was just a nerd. He didn't even like sex. He knew the others would get bored of him eventually but he was still scared of when that would happen. He had heard it so many times. Everyone knew the other three were just dating him to get in his pants. That they seen the virgin as a challenge.

   It hurt, it really did. Logan loved them, he didn't show emotion all that often but he truly loved them. To know that they could never love him broke his heart.

   “Lolo!” Patton called, skipping up and wrapping his arms around the nerd. His nerd. Logan merely pushed his glasses up and pulled away.

    “Salutations, Patton. How has your school day been?” Logan replied, adjusting his tie. Patton pried Logan's bag from his hands to hold it himself, just like Roman would. They were chivalrous and loud and so caring.

    "It was great!" Patton said with a great amount of joy coloring his tone. Patton wasn't the brightest at school, the only subject he could pass was literature, but the boy loved to take notes so that his boyfriend could explain it to him. Logan often spent many nights helping his boyfriends with their work, Patton especially.

    "I have such an interesting topic in Chemistry and I don't get it at all! But it sounds so cool! I'm sure you know all about it Lo," Patton grinned excitedly.

    Logan's smile came easily. Patton could bring him joy more than any other could, except for his other two boyfriends, and Logan hated it. What would bring him joy when Patton got bored of him. Logan could never commit to the kind of intimacy that Patton deserved in a relationship.

    "Lo?" Patton asked in a soft, worried, tone. Logan snapped out of his thoughts to offer a false smile to his love. "Logan, are you alright?"

   Patton seen through his falsehood, of course. Patton could read other people like books. Logan didn't need to be around him right now, not when he could feel anxiety at their future together, or lack of future.

    "Yes, Love, I'm okay. I just need to use the bathroom. Tell Roman and Virge that I'll be out in just a moment," Logan quickly explained.

     Patton agreed but he didn't believe a word Logan said. The nerd never used nicknames to refer to his lovers, only their names. He watches Logan calmly speed walk away towards the nearest restroom before hurrying to where Virgil and Roman would be.

       Logan entered the bathroom and stalked over to a sink. Dee, a friend of Virgil's, stood in the back of the room, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The two nodded at each other.

      "How are you doing, Nerd?" Dee asked. There wasn't any bite to the nickname, there hadn't been since Logan had started dating Virgil. Dee was quick to accept whatever made his friend happy, and Logan did.

     "I am quite adequate, thank you," Logan responded. He turned on the sink to freezing cold water. Dee raises an eyebrow.

     "That is the most bullshit lie I've ever heard." The shorter boy pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning on and stubbed the cigarette out. "Virgil has told me all about the troubles going on in your little paradise."

    Logan felt a wave of nausea hit him at those words. He swallowed hard and ran his hands under the water. "I am unaware of any issues." A lie, a bold faced lie.

    Dee sighed heavily. "Nerd, listen. Virgil likes you and doesn't want to scare you so he isn't going to make the first move. The three of them are just waiting on you to get your virgin ass in the loop."

     Logan looked at his face in the mirror. "Ah, I see." The words were stiff on his tongue. "Sexual intimacy is required now. Yes, I suppose I will… find that tolerable," Logan spoke with a deadpan tone. He quickly shut the tap off and moved to grab a paper towel.

    "Uh," Dee started to correct Logan, "it's not a requirement. That's not what I meant." Dee hadn't meant to make Logan believe that he needed to have sex with the others, he just wanted to push him. He thought the nerd would be comfortable and was waiting on the others, now the rebel felt concern. The nerd better not do anything he didn't want to do.

   "Not a requirement," Logan repeated as he threw the paper towel into the trash bin. "It is something that would be appreciated though."

  Dee opened his mouth to argue but the nerd had already opened the door and disappeared. Dee frowned after him. That wasn't good.

    Logan met with the other three at Roman's  truck, a forced smile in place. He was wrong and a freak and it was causing his lovers stress. He truly did love them. He needed to show it, to prove he could love them, to prove he deserved their love.

    He didn't have to be comfortable, he just had to make them happy. He smiled softly at Patton and Roman in the front seat, the two were talking animatedly about a new cartoon series. Virgil was next to him, headphones in his ears with his head rested on the window.

   Logan internally debated whether this idea was the correct course of action, his love for the others quickly won out over his condition. Logan slipped his hand onto Virgil's upper thigh, thumb running soft patterns into the skinny jeans.

    Virgil jerked his head up from the window and looked at the hand with wide eyes. He trailed the arm up to Logan's face with shock and lust painted his expression.

    Logan's face was still as stone. He didn't know how to act like he wanted more when he was barely comfortable with the contact he was making already.

    Virgil caught the discomfort in his lover's eyes. He swallowed back the lust and the want and took Logan's hand in his own. He ran his thumb over the knuckles and kissed them softly. "I love you, Logan." The words were softly whispered before Virgil rested his head lightly on the other's shoulder. When Logan didn't pull away he full relaxed so that he was cuddling with the nerdy boy.

     Logan hesitated. He enjoyed this contact. Soft, full of love, cuddling. He could do this more often, perhaps put off the more intimate touches with simple physical contact. He ran his hand through Virgil's hair and kissed his forehead. It wasn't the first time he had kissed one of them, but usually they were kissing him in return.

    This felt more intimate. Intimate in a way that Logan adored. Virgil was smiling widely and looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. The list Logan had spotted earlier was gone, replaced by a gentle love that made Logan's heart flutter.

   Patton and Roman silently fangirled at the sight of their two anti-touch lovers cuddling together.

   When they pulled into the driveway of Roman's house they noticed Logan's car was the only one there meaning that the house was empty. Roman's parents must have gone out. It would be perfect for Logan to make his move. If only he wanted to.

  The four boys piled into the house, Roman playfully roughhousing with Virgil while Patton giggled and encouraged his two lovers. Logan just watched them, a fond expression gracing his features. He thought for a moment and then walked up behind Patton, placing his arms lightly around the smaller boy's hips, he placed a soft kiss on his hair.

   Patton sent a beaming smile up at Logan. He stretched up to press a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek. "I love you, Logan." The voice held such a serious warmth in it that Logan couldn't resist melting into the couch with Patton on his lap. The smaller boy happily cuddled closer, glancing up to make sure Logan wasn't against the physical affection.

    When Virgil and Roman had entered Logan had been staring thoughtfully down at Patton. Patton was content, eyes closed and a smile across his face. "Mi hermoso chico," Roman said softly.

   He sat beside Logan and Patton causing the two to look at them. Virgil raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Was that singular? Were you only talking to Logan?" Patton fake pouted.

  Logan frowned before letting it slip away. "I'm sure he was talking to you, after all, you are the most beautiful person on the earth." Surprise passed over his boyfriends' faces at the attempt at flirting. Logan wasn't normally like that. It both delighted and worried his lovers.

    Patton thank Logan and went to plant another kiss on his cheek but Logan caught the kiss with his lips. Three pairs of eyes widened in shock but it didn't stop Patton from kissing back, letting his eyes flutter closed.

    Virgil watched the two on the couch as Patton passionately leaned into the kiss, trying to deepen the kiss and show Logan how much he loved him. Roman had leaned over to plant a kiss on both of their cheeks. It was a sweet moment, or it would be.

    Roman and and Patton may have been absorbed by their desires but Virgil hadn't been lured into the trap yet. Logan was not enjoying himself, his posture was stiff and his eyes were wide open and troubled. He was tenderly running his hands through Roman's hair and kissing back with the same intensity.

    But Virgil could tell he didn't want to be.

 Virgil gently sat in between Roman and the other two, prying them apart. He carefully hooked an arm around Patton's waist, he didn't have to pull for Patton to understand.

    The two oblivious boys both looked to Virgil to confirm he was comfortable and switched their attention to Logan. The boy seemed to stiffen more, now Patton could feel how tense his body was. Logan didn't notice the way all of the gazes his way were full of concern.

   "I'm sorry, my love," Roman spoke and gently ran a hand down Logan's face, careful to be sure the contact wouldn't alarm him.

   "I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries and make you uncomfortable," Patton said softly. He slid off of Logan's lap and onto Virgil. "I'm sorry."

  Logan couldn't bare the apologies. It didn't make sense. He had initiated the activities and now the others were supposed to be enjoying themselves. He was trying to be a good boyfriend!

   "There was no need for apologies," Logan spoke up. "I initiated intimacy knowing what it entailed."

    Patton and Roman frowned, clearly lost. It was obvious the nerd wasn't ready for the direction he was leading them. Neither of the two knew how to respond.

    "Lo," Virgil started, "it's pretty noticeable that you aren't comfortable. We don't want you to be tense and scared."

  Logan worried his lip for a minute of awkward patience. "It is evident that I've been given… conflicting information centering around this topic. I was told that sexual intercourse was expected in relationships and that I was required to be involved."

    Roman and Virgil exchanged troubled glances. Patton however let out a loud exclamation of, "oh, Logie," while moving to kneel in front of the confused boy.

    "You are never required to be involved in sex! It's a choice Logan," Patton said softly. He grabbed Logan's hand to stroke the knuckles. "You get to decide when you're ready Logan, not us, not anyone else. Just. You."

   Logan shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid that I will never feel desire the same way normal people do. I wish to make you happy but I diverge from your desires." Logan paused for a moment and all three of his lovers went to speak, but Logan continued before they could. "I'm not a good boyfriend. You deserve someone normal, someone who isn't debilitated."

    When they were sure Logan was finished speaking Virgil softly spoke up, eyeing the others for reassurance. "Logan, I-I don't know much about relationships. It's true I've always been more interested in sex than in love but… n-not with you guys. I love you all, I love you Logan. It isn't about when, or even if, we have sex. I didn't fall in love with your body, I fell in love with every part of you."

   Logan watched Virgil intently, looking for any sign that he was lying, any sign that this is a cruel joke. "But you could leave me and find another boyfriend who would be open to showering you with physical affection."

   "My Love," Roman reached over Virgil to take Logan's other hand. "No one can compare to you. Perhaps someone else will be able to make out with us or cuddle for hours at a time but no one will be you. No one will have that perfect half-grin. No one will be able to tell us the history of the stars while laying under the night sky, will get annoyed with Patton's puns like you do, will sit and practice breathing exercises when Virgil is in the midst of a panic attack, will simply roll their eyes and hide their smile when I belt out show tunes too late into the night."

    "You're made for us, Lolo," Patton explained. "We love everything about you. I don't know how you think we could leave you but I love you so much Lo."

     Logan felt the stinging of tears behind his closed eyelids. He opened his eyes and looked at each of his lovers, all staring at him with genuine and heartfelt expressions.

  Love. Love painted across their faces in the form of soft laugh lines, adoring smiles, sincere eyes. Love. Love bursting through Logan like a wave, breaking through the dam and leaking from his eyes.

 As Logan cried Patton hushed him gently, placing a soft, tender kiss to his knuckles. Logan kissed Patton on the cheek, salt stinging the lips he chewed raw. Patton pulled away with an happy smirk and water building up in his own eyes.

    Virgil shifted, uncomfortable with the show of emotions, and drew Logan's attention to him. Logan leaned his head into Virgil's shoulder and Virgil froze for a single moment before he rested his head on a sniffling Logan's. Logan spoke softly, his head never leaving Virgil's shoulder, hand never leaving Patton's grip and eyes holding Roman's own.

   "I love you."