#tiny!roman

[just-some-gt-trash]

Is it too late for a miracle?

This is my gift for @k1ngtok1 for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange

I used the prompt: Wish 1: Roman getting the love an appreciation he deserves <3, especially if it’s a wing AU or if he has wings of some kind (I’m a sucker for birds what can I say)

Well… I kind of turned into angst at the end because I wanted it to have an open ending, but if any of you wants it I can continue it!

CW: implied panic attack and past abusive relationships, claustrophobia.

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It’s been three years since Logan and Virgil graduated from college, three years saving money to buy their own house instead of renting the same apartment they've had since college. And the day finally came.

Logan went to his father's house for a few days to pick up the rest of his stuff, while Virgil finished packing at their apartment. He decided to go to his mothers’ house before meeting Logan at the new house to borrow their tool box in case there was something they needed to repair.

Now however, he was stuck at the dinner table eating plate after plate of whatever his mom gave him.

“Come on mi niño. I really need to tell Logan to feed you better, lookmat how skinny you are!”

Virgil let out a sigh, “when did you say ma was going to come back?”

His mom shook her head, “no, no, no. You won’t get out of this house until I make sure you eat more.”

“Moooom, Logan is waiting for me!” Virgil’s eyes lit up as an idea came to his mind, “you know what, why don’t you pack some food up so we have something to eat at the new house?”

That seemed to do the trick with her. “Oh you are absolutely right! But you need to go grocery shopping soon!” She took the half eaten plate of food back to the kitchen.

Finally, he could just take his stuff and go. Virgil stood up “I’m going to the attic for your toolbox while you’re at it!”

His mom poked her head out of the kitchen “Why don’t you go look through your old baby stuff? They may come in handy eventually,” his mom smirked and walked back inside.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “not subtle at all mom!” he sighed. It wouldn’t be that bad of an idea to move some of those stuff anyways, he just wasn't ready for what that might imply. Nop, he was here for the tool set and nothing else.

He went upstairs and turned on the lights of the attic. Man, when was the last time someone cleaned up here? Virgil made his way through the piles of boxes and holiday decorations, reading each label he could find.

Until one made him stop, his baby stuff.

Did he want to open that box? Logan and him weren’t even married yet, and he was thinking about children?! Virgil definitely blamed his mom for sticking that idea into his mind.

Virgil groaned and picked up the box. He left it on the ground so it would be easier to look at its contents and opened it.

He couldn’t help but smile softly at those old stuff, they were mostly toys and clothes he refused to get rid of at the time. Virgil never understood why his moms allowed him to be a hoarder but it really felt nice to think about those times.

Sure, Virgil wouldn't change his life with Logan for anything, but that made looking back even better.

It took him a long time to get out of his comfort zone and actually talk to people, even as a kid. Virgil preferred to sit on a corner at recess and color or read instead of play with the other kids.

And then, there it was, his all time favorite book. Virgil chuckled a bit at the sigh, that thing was so old and still he remembered every word to it.

He picked it up and brushed off the dust on the cover. It was a pretty big book considering at what age he used to read it, even teachers were amazed when he pulled it out.

Tales of the skies. A book narrating the adventures of Roman, a guy with wings. Yeah, it wasn't that impressive or anything but the stories kept Virgil entre for hours.

Oh the fun times he would have daydreaming with it. Imagining how fun it would be to have wings and fly freely just like Roman, and he may or may not have been his gay awakening but Virgil was definitely not ready to unpack all that.

Virgil opened the book and flipped through the pages, stopping to look at the amazing artwork. It was definitely one of the things he liked the most about this book. Each image looked like they were hand drawn and had so many details. Perhaps this book started his love for art.

Suddenly, Virgil snapped back to reality. The tools, that’s why he was here.

He closed the book and left it in his backpack without thinking too much about it, and kept looking for the tools. It didn’t take long for Virgil to find them.

He went back downstairs to pack the several containers full of food his mom prepared before getting out of the house.

The drive home went just as usual, except Virgil had to keep making sure none of the food spilled on the seat, but normal nonetheless.

Virgil parked in front of the new house and saw Logan waiting outside for him, a smile instantly forming on their lips as they saw each other.

“It's good to see you after four days.” Logan left his bag by the door and rushed to hug his boyfriend.

Virgil hugged back and kissed his cheek, “I missed you too. Never leave me like that again.”

Logan broke the hug and rolled his eyes, “I won’t. But I’m quite certain you’re more than able to take care of yourself, and survive without me.”

“Then I’m sorry to break it to you, but you're in the wrong.”

Logan chuckled, he wasn't the best at showing or expressing his emotions but all this time with Virgil certainty helped him. “You know I won't accept I’m wrong, but I’ll choose to believe you starlight.”

Virgil blushed, he would never get used to those nicknames Logan brought up out of nowhere. “Thank you,” he took his hand and intertwined their fingers. “Ready to see our new home?”

“Only if you're ready,” Logan smiled at Virgil and nodded.

Virgil nodded back and took his new key out of his pocket, raised his hand towards the doorknob and got the key in. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Logan was the first to step in, pulling Virgil with him. The place was empty since the bus with their stuff was still parked outside, and the house only came with a few furniture pieces.

Virgil looked around as he stayed close to Logan. This was it. This was their house, their home. “We did it,” he looked back at his boyfriend with a huge smile. “We finally did it!”

Logan smiled back and nodded, “we did.” He would have said more, but even he didn’t have the vocabulary to describe what he was feeling. Years of hard work and saving money for this finally became a reality. The only thing Lohan could do was hold Virgil by the waist and spin him up in the air.

Virgil yelped in surprise at the sudden action. He stared at Logan’s face with a confused expression and dark blush, but that quickly faded away as he started giggling. They were both very happy and he knew it.

Logan let his boyfriend down and they shared a kiss before letting the people from the moving company in to help them.

It was a long day for all of them; moving furniture around, opening boxes, taking stuff out. There was still a lot of stuff to unpack and find a place for but they were exhausted, that was definitely tomorrow’s work.

Virgil finished unwrapping the couch and just fell on it as he let out a sigh, “there, this is all I need.”

Logan sat on the ground next to him, “not even our bed? I’m sure it is way more comfortable than the couch.” He smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of Virgil’s face, “plus, there’s enough space for both of us to cuddle.”

“That does sound way better,” Virgil chuckled and kissed Logan’s hand. “But I really don’t have any energy left to set it up.”

Logan nodded, “I figured you wouldn’t. I can go and do that while you rest if you’d like.”

“You are the best boyfriend ever,” Virgil smiled and nodded.

“That’s because you can’t date yourself,” Logan left a soft kiss on Virgil’s forehead and stood up. “We can have some of your mom’s leftovers for dinner.”

Virgil laughed and covered his face. Logan had been teasing him about how he already filled the fridge with that food, “it was the only way for her to let me go!”

Logan chuckled, “sure. At least we don’t have to cook today.” He walked away to go and start with the bed.

Virgil scoffed and rolled his eyes, damn he really loved that man.

It only took a couple of minutes for Virgil to get bored. Sure he was tired but he wasn’t sleepy, and the tv and internet would be installed throughout the week so he had nothing else to do in the meantime.

He was seriously considering going to help Logan when his backpack fell off the coffee table. Huh, that was weird. Virgil sat up and picked it up, he didn’t remember putting something that could move inside.

As he looked through his stuff, Virgil spotted the book. Oh right he brought this from his mothers’ house, well it wouldn’t hurt to read it again.

Virgil opened the book and turned the first few pages to get to chapter one. But instead he found several blank pages where the story should be, yeah that wasn’t weird at all.

He blinked and closed the book, was he too tired he was seeing things already? Virgil shook his head, trying to bring himself back into reality so he could try to read again.

He reopened the book and nothing changed, the pages were still blank. Virgil flipped through the pages trying to find something, the only parts of the book that were intact were Roman’s portraits.

Virgil stopped at one of the drawings trying to figure out what was going on. It wasn't like he was extremely boring since his mind was not in the clearest mood and wasn't processing this correctly.

Until the page started to glow. Okay, this was definitely not normal.

A light shone through the lines of the drawing and became brighter and brighter with each second. Virgil dropped the book as it started shaking too.

Yeah no, time to freak out. The only thing Virgil could do was stare at it in shock. He didn’t even scream or called for Logan or anything of the sort, he was completely paralyzed.

The book started shaking a lot more, enough to flip itself upside down, and then it stopped. There was no light, no movement, just the book opened and facing down.

That’s when Virgil unfroze, he had to do something about it now didn’t he? He took a deep breath and moved closer to the book. Virgil reached down and picked it up.

And if he wasn’t panicking before, he definitely was now.

There was a small winged person under the book, a specific person, Roman.

Roman looked as confused as Virgil was, but something must have been blocking his vision since he didn’t notice the gigantic human in front of him.

Virgil watched as Roman rubbed his eyes and blinked, trying to gain his sight back. He looked all the way up to Virgil and his face immediately changed from confusion, to fear. Roman opened his mouth to scream and the only thing Virgil thought of doing was placing the book back on top of him.

Shit shit shit. What the actual fuck was going on? Virgil had to keep his hands over the book since the tiny hero kept trying to get out. Roman’s little voice wasn’t loud enough for him to understand what he was saying but he really sounded mad.

How was this even possible? Virgil's favorite character from his favorite childhood book was standing right there in front of him! Was he supposed to be so small? He remembered Roman being normal sized in the book.

Virgil's thoughts were interrupted by the small Roman’s screams. Oh right, he should probably try to calm him down. Virgil took a deep breath and lifted the book.

“-ou giant monster!” Roman was in the middle of screaming when he was ‘freed.’

Virgil acted instinctively and wrapped his hand around Roman, being careful with his wings and covering his mouth with his thumb. “Shhh… okay, I know this is weird for both of us but I promise I won't hurt you. I’m going to uncover your mouth if you promise not to sc-”

Roman interrupted him by biting his finger.

“Really?” Virgil rolled his eyes, “I’m trying to reason with you.”

Roman huffed and his wings puffed, “I have no reason to trust you. Now let me go so I can figure out where I am and how to get home!” He started wiggling on Virgil’s grip.

“I can’t have you running or flying around the house just like that!” Virgil took a deep breath and reminded himself to keep his voice low. “You’re going to freak my boyfriend out.”

“Not my problem.” Roman glared at Virgil, “can I go now?”

Virgil sighed “no, you and I are going to have a talk.” He stood up and picked up the book as he looked around the house, they needed a private space. The kitchen had an open design so that wouldn’t work, so the bathroom it was.

Virgil took the small and angry Roman to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Look, I just want to talk. It’s not like I intend to keep you here or anything. I just opened the book, you got out of it, and it feels like I should be panicking but my brain is too tired for that. So we can work together and figure out how to get you back in the story and Lo never has to find out about this!”

Roman just stared at him, “woah this really makes you nervous. I don’t think I’ve heard someone talk that fast before.”

Right, he needed to be calm. Virgil took a deep breath and opened his palm so Roman could sit on it “I mean, not every day your favorite character from your favorite book comes to life.”

Roman flapped his wings, Virgil had been careful with them but they were still treated harshly. He raised an eyebrow “what book? What are you talking about?”

Virgil blinked, “you’re not aware you’re a fictional character are you?”

Roman snorted, “me? What aspect of all this makes you think I don’t exist?” He gestured to himself and opened his wings to show them off.

“Everything? You’re barely four inches tall, your clothes look like you just came back from a role playing session, and you have literal wings.”

Roman made an offended noise. “First of all,” he stood up on Virgil’s hand, “you’re the giant one here. Second, my clothes are not… whatever you said they were. And, my wings are the most flawless in all of Flightwood!”

Virgil nodded, “I know. That's what your story is all about, but Flightwoog isn't even a real place here.” He sighed, “I didn't think I would have to explain it to you, and this is going to be really confusing at first but I’m telling you the truth, Roman.”

“How do you know my name?” Roman crossed his arms.

“Because I read about you. I know pretty much everything that was written in the book, if I remember correctly that is,” Virgil shrugged.

Roman hummed as he thought for a bit. “Fine, I mean if there’s a book about me I want to see it.”

Virgil bit his lip, “weeell, we may have a problem with that.” He left Roman next to the sink and opened the book to show him the blank pages. “The words just erased themselves before you appeared,” Virgil mentioned as he flipped through the book. “The drawings seem to still be intact though.”

Roman flew over to sit on Virgil's shoulder so he could take a better look at the book. “Woah, is that me?”

Virgil smiled a bit and nodded. “Yep, the illustrations are very detailed. I knew exactly who you were when I saw your face.”

Roman chuckled, “well whoever drew this definitely caught my best angle.”

“Sure,” Virgil said sarcastically. He blinked as an idea popped into his mind, “that's it! We can find whoever wrote the book and hope they have some sort of answer.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, “and how are we going to do that if there's no words in the book?”

Virgil closed it and looked over at Roman, “I need to introduce you to the internet.”

“How about you introduce yourself first? I still don't trust you but it looks like you're my only way home.”

“Oh right.” Virgil held his hand in front of Roman and stuck his finger out, “my name is Virgil.”

Roman took the finger and shook it, “I can't say it's nice to meet you, but thank you.”

“Virgil? Do you want me to reheat your mom’s food?” Logan called from the outside.

“Uh yes please! I’ll be there in a minute!” Virgil scooped Roman out of his shoulder. “One more thing, we can't have Logan finding out about this. He has made some improvements on interacting with others but he would probably try to study you or something.”

Roman just stared at Virgil, “and that is not scary at all or anything.”

Virgil shrugged, “sorry. That means we have to keep you hidden somewhere.”

“Yey, you're going to lock me out like a pet,” Roman asked sarcastically. “Why did I have to trust you again?”

“It won't be that bad, just until we can talk to the author.” Virgil flushed the toilet so Logan would hear it and opened the bathroom door. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear and started to walk to their room.

Logan stopped him from afar. “Starlight, can you go and grab my phone charger from the room please.”

Virgil didn't turn around and just nodded, “sure love.” He kept walking away.

Roman snickered, “starlight?”

“Shut up, it's a cute nickname ok?” Virgil got to their room, surprised Logan was able to assemble the bed and bedside tables already.

Roman shrugged, “whatever makes you feel better. I just think it's cheesy.”

Virgil looked around the room, “oh yeah? What would you call your partner then?” Their best option to keep Roman hidden was a box, luckily they had plenty of those around.”

“Something a lot more personal. I can’t just think of one when I don’t know the person.”

“For your information, Logan and I met in astrology class. Starlight sounds quite personal to me.” Virgil dragged one of the boxes with his clothes closer to the bed.

Roman hummed, that did sound pretty cute. “I'll take it back then.”

Virgil chuckled a bit, “thank you.” He opened the box and left Roman inside, “and I’m sorry because I know you don’t like small places.”

“W-wait you’re leaving me here?” Roman stood up and looked around, “it's way too cramped, I-I’m not sure about this.”

“I know I know, but it’s just for tonight. I’ll look for something bigger tomorrow.” Virgil closed the box without another word.

Roman tried to push the lid to open the box again, “Virgil please! You can't leave me here!” He started banging one of the sides of the box as he cried out for the human.

Virgil did feel bad, a lot. He knew he would be worrying about Roman all dinner, but he didn't want Logan to worry if he took any longer. “I’ll be back after dinner to take you out,” he grabbed Logan's charger and got out of the room.

Roman kept screaming, even if he knew Virgil wasn't there to listen. He needed to get out, the box already felt like it was shrinking and closing up around him.

Virgil took a deep breath as he walked to the dining room. Everything would be fine, he just had to eat quickly and be back before Roman would even notice.

“I got your…” Virgil stopped as he went in. Well, one more surprise to the list today, “... charger.”

Logan always wore formal clothes, but he managed to look even more elegant somehow. Their new table was decorated with what looked like thousands of candles. It really made the environment a lot more romantic.

Logan had a wide smile on his face, “surprise.”

Virgil was stunned, Logan had never made something like this. “Y-you could have told me something so I could dress up.”

Logan chuckled, “then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.” He walked over to his boyfriend and took his hand to kiss it. “Besides, it's not like you don't look lovely already.”

Virgil blushed and let out a small snicker, “liar. I haven’t even taken a shower today.”

“You won’t just take the compliment right?”

“You know me too well,” Virgil smiled and kissed Logan’s cheek.

Logan smiled back, “we can take a shower after dinner. Now let's eat or you’ll reheat your food if it gets cold.” He walked over to a chair and pulled it out so Virgil could sit.

Virgil smiled, “thank you.” He sat down and looked down at his plate, it looked like a brand new meal, not like leftovers, “you really outdid yourself.”

Logan blushed a bit as he sat down, “I wanted to do something special for the first night at our house.” He picked up a glass already full with champagne and held it up.

Virgil did the same thing and clinked their glasses.

“For this new chapter in our lives my dear.” Logan smiled and drank some before putting the glass down.

Virgil smiled at his boyfriend. “Yeah, for this new chapter.” He spoke a lot softer and drank some champagne as well. ‘Chapter’ was an interesting word to use considering the circumstances.

The rest of dinner went normally. Logan and Virgil were catching up from those few days they were apart, distracting Virgil enough from the Roman situation. There wasn’t any food left on their plates and Virgil was about to go when Logan grabbed his hand.

“Before we go to bed… There's something I want to ask you.” Logan rubbed the back of Virgil’s hand with his thumb.

That took Virgil by surprise, especially because Logan looked so nervous. He intertwined their fingers, “what is it?”

Logan smiled softly and let go of his boyfriend’s hand as he stood up. “Usually I would have waited a long time to make sure everything was in the correct place at the correct moment, but living with you all these years has taught me to be a lot more spontaneous and not let us overthink too much.”

Virgil’s eyes went wide as Logan kneeled in front of him.

“We’ve been together long enough for me to know you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Logan got a small black box from under the tablecloth, “Virgil Sanders. Would you make me the happiest man in the world and be my-“

Logan was interrupted by a loud thud coming from their bedroom, followed by several other sounds. As if someone was roaming through their stuff.

Virgil looked back at the hallway. Shit, how did Roman get out of the box? And what was he doing?

Logan stood up, not exactly happy his proposal was ruined. “Stay here,” he left the box at the table and went to look for whatever that was. Luckily the concern overflowed any other emotion right now.

“W-wait!” Virgil stood up, he looked over at the table and hesitated for a bit. He knew what was in that box, he knew what Logan was doing and he felt horrible for ruining it. He took a deep breath and went after Logan.

Unfortunately for Virgil, he wasn’t able to catch up and Logan was already opening the door. He arrived just in time to look inside the room with Logan.

A now normal sized Roman stood in the room, his wings awkwardly placed so he wouldn't bump any other box. Some clothes were on the floor along with the pieces of the broken box he was in. “I uh… surprise?”

Okaaay, that was enough surprises for one day. Virgil turned to Logan as he tried to read the expression on his face, “I can explain. Well no I can't since we don't really understand what's going on but uh… h-he won't hurt us or anything.”

Logan looked at Virgil and grabbed his hand to pull him away from the door as he closed it. “You knew that was here?”

“He, his name is Roman and yes I let him stay. It's complicated but somehow he got out of his book.” Virgil tried to explain.

“His book? What book?”

“I brought my childhood book when I went to my moms’ and I just wanted to read it and then he appeared, but he was uh,” Virgil used his hands to show Roman’s previous size to Logan, “smaller.”

Logan took a deep breath, “why didn't you tell me?”

Virgil nodded a bit, “I know I should have but how was I going to explain this to you? We were hoping to find a way to get him back before you noticed. I wasn't expecting him to grow.”

Logan placed his hands on Virgil's shoulders. “Look, I’m not mad or anything but if something… weird like this happens you need to tell me. We’re together in this aren't we?”

“We are!” Virgil didn't want this situation to get in the way of Logan’s proposal. He placed his hands on top of Logan’s, “we are and I’m sorry. We were both freaked out and I didn’t know what to do. Just please don't interrogate him or anything like that, Roman’s just as confused as we are.”

Logan fell silent for a bit. “Virge, you thought I was going to study him?”

“No…” Virgil sighed, “okay yes. But just because I know how curious this would have made you and Roman was having a hard time trusting me. I couldn't just give him to you to dissect him.”

Logan took his hands away from Virgil, “is that really how you think about me? You think I would experiment on him as if he isn't at least somewhat human?”

Virgil froze, “t-that's not what I meant Lo. I just didn’t know how you would react! I didn-”

Roman opened the door and poked his head out. “Uh, sorry to interrupt but do you have a bigger room? One with hopefully less stuff? I don't want to keep destroying things…”

Virgil looked up at Roman. Oh fuck he was hot, those illustrations didn't make him justice.

Logan glanced between Roman and his boyfriend. He frowned, “most rooms are empty. I’m sure Virgil can accommodate you on one.”

Virgil looked back at Logan and just nodded a bit. This night wasn't going like any of them expected. “We should have an inflatable mattress or something.” He made a sign for Roman to follow him.

Roman noticed the awkwardness between them but didn't dare to say anything.

Logan watched them as they walked to another room and sighed. This night was supposed to be special and now it was ruined. He went into their room to pick up everything Roman pushed to the ground.

Roman walked behind Virgil to another room. “So… I’m guessing that was your boyfriend?”

Virgil nodded, “and he was going to be my fiancé just a moment ago. I hope this doesn't make him doubt.”

Roman stopped, “d-did I ruin the proposal? Oh my I’m so sorry I don’t, I mean I didn't... I-I could go talk to him!” He turned around.

“No no no no no” Virgil grabbed Roman's arm, “you’ve done enough already. Logan just needs some time alone.”

Roman glanced at Virgil. “I’m… really sorry, you wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for me.”

Virgil sighed, “I guessed it's not entirely your fault. If I had told him about you he wouldn't have tried to propose tonight.” He looked down.

“Hey,” Roman cupped Virgil's cheek and made him look up at him. “Maybe he’s mad at you, maybe he's mad at me, but he was going to propose for a reason. I don't think this will make him not want to marry you.”

Virgil really felt like he needed to cry. Sure they didn't exactly have a huge fight, but he knew how much Logan struggled with lies and trust issues, he should have known better. “Let's just get you set up and I’ll go back to hi-” Virgil huffed as he was pulled into a tight hug.

Roman kept Virgil close to him. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, but it's okay if you feel nervous about it.”

Virgil let himself relax against Roman and nodded a bit, “I know. You really don't have to do this, you know? It's not really your problem.”

“Come on, I’ve caused you enough trouble for today. It's the least I can do.” Roman broke the hug and smiled down at Virgil.

“Thank you, but seriously we need to get you set up.” Virgil kept walking towards the unused room, trying to ignore how flustered he felt by the hug.

It took a while for them to find the inflatable mattress and some extra sheets, but Roman was ready to spend the night and the room was wide enough for him to not panic.

Virgil decided to pick up the stuff from dinner as Romna rested, and to give Logan some more time alone. He took the little black box and stared at it for a while. Logan should be the one to open it for him to see the ring… Virgil took a deep breath and walked back to their room.

Logan had already taken a shower and was sitting on the bed with a towel around his shoulders.

Virgil knocked on the door, “can I come in?” He asked with a soft voice.

Logan looked over at the door, “you can.”

Virgil walked inside, closing the door behind him. He walked slowly to the bed and sat down next to Logan, then he tried to hand him the box.

“Ah, that.” Logan didn’t take it and looked at Virgil instead, “perhaps it was a bit rushed.”

Virgil sighed and took Logan’s hand, “it wasn’t.” He placed the box on it and closed his fingers around it. “I’m really sorry about earlier, I should have told you something.”

Logan nodded, “you should have but, I get it. It’s not a common or easy situation, but you don’t have to say anything about the proposal if you don’t want to.”

“But I want to.” Virgil cupped Logan’s cheek, “I love you. You’re the best thing that has happened to me and I can’t imagine my life without you. Moving was already scary enough, and ‘husband’ is just another fancy title to let everyone know you’re mine.”

Logan snorted, “what a way to see it. Sounds like you don’t want to marry me then.”

Virgil groaned and chuckled, “that’s not what I meant and you know it.” He elbowed Logan and pulled him for a short kiss.

Logan kissed back. “I know, but I think it’s fair for me to tease you considering the circumstances.”

“Ok fine.” Virgil shrugged, “it’s fair. As long as this doesn’t make you regret your decision.”

Logan looked down at the ring and considered it for a bit. Why would he regret it? This was just a miscommunication issue, sure it was something he struggled with but Virgil already felt quite guilty. “It doesn’t.” Logan took the box and kneeled in front of Virgil.

“Let’s try this again. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I know that’s going to come with a lot of arguments but that won’t make me love you any less. Virgil Sanders.” Logan opened the box, allowing Virgil to finally see the ring. It was made out of a black metal decorated with dark blue gems, and it had a purple gem in the middle. “Would you marry me?”

Virgil smiled widely, god he was really crying now. He nodded rapidly, “Yes, of course I will.”

Logan put the ring on Virgil’s finger and pulled him into a deep kiss.

They were so busy loving each other that they didn’t notice the partially open door, and Roman watching them from the outside.

One of his tears fell on a piece of paper that was already crumbled up, but the drawing on it still clearly showed Logan’s face. Of course he didn’t want to ruin their proposal earlier, he didn’t even know Logan was the guy he was looking for. But he knew now that there was no way he could be his soulmate, not with the way he looked at Virgil. Well, he definitely got scammed by that witch and was now trapped here, forced to be reminded of that love he so desperately needs.

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Pairings: Analogince

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The Borrower Spy

I did that thing I said I was gonna do- the Borrower Me thing- I did it- here it is- (btw it takes place before Dream is in prison-)

I'll reblog this later once I have drawings made since I'm going to count this as dsmp sona-

Roman ran through the rain, trying to get to the community house before the mud would begin flooding. He did not want to almost drown again. Luckily he made it just in time as he jumped onto the wooden floor, the mud where he had once stood caved into mush as the water flooded out of the dirt making a huge muddy lake. As Roman looked around he spotted the Prime Path and suddenly wondered why he hadn't just walked on it….. until the water continued to flood up and cover it. Right. That's why. If he'd been standing on the path when that happened he would've been dragged away with a current- not exactly a good thing.

Either way, he'd made it. Now all he had to do was grab some stuff from a chest and wait out the storm. Roman made his way over to one of the many huge by comparison, chests in the Community House. He didn't even bother to get out his hook, already having a small hidden door in the side of it for him to enter at the bottom. It was something he'd worked with some other Borrowers to make a while back so they could always have access to the extra resources the Beings of this server didn't need. Most of the time Borrowers came here for food, small pieces of wool, or string- but today Ran had a different goal in mind.

Weapons. It wasn't a surprize that any of his fellow Borrowers found it difficult to move around the server, there weren't enough torches in some places to keep the huge mobs from spawning, and it was difficult for Borrowers to get the supplies to make torches (as Beings seemed to have a tendency to burn up coal quickly or leave it in dangerous smealters), it was made even more difficult as they could only move during the night unless they wanted to be seen. So Roman had decided to come to the community to gather supplies for weapons- because even if not all the Borrowers he knew could fight, at least those who did would now have the proper weapons to protect those Borrowers with. What Roman had not accounted for, however, was the thunderstorm that had started halfway to the Community House. Which is how he found himself stuck for the time being- but at least he would be able to make weapons.

There was another problem though that Roman hadn't planned for that he quickly discovered through the all too familiar booming footsteps now accompanied with a loud splash each step. "Shit…" the Borrower hybrid muttered to himself as he looked out of the Community House door to see a human wearing a smiling mask running through the rain right in his direction. In a split second decision, Roman climbed into the chest and sealed the door behind him, but not before spotting a bottle. For once he was glad that his poncho was a dark purple instead of black as he climbed inside and curled up, hoping to look like a potion.

The roaring thunder almost seemed to pause as Roman listened to the footsteps get closer and closer, until they stopped in front of his chest. The world was silent for a minute as the loud creaking of a chest opening rang out around Roman, in a deafening silence that didn't even exist. The Borrower covered his mouth instinctively, as if he needed to stop the Being from hearing his breathing. He listened to the items around him being shuffled around by a huge hand that he could almost see if he looked up just enough- but he couldn't less he be caught, he didn't want to see it anyways.

Time froze when it finally happened. In slow motion, Roman watched as huge fingers wrapped around the glass holding him and began to lift it out of the chest… taking the Borrower with it. As Roman was raised to be face to face with that emotionless white mask, he felt a scream get caught in his throat. This was every Borrower's worst nightmare, and it was now happening to Roman. What was even worse was that he recognised that mask from rumors- he had been caught by none other than the infamous Dream.

"Well, isn't this interesting?" Roman could practically hear Dream's smile as they spoke. It was terrifying, but he forced a glare onto his face as he looked into the green eyes of the masked man. "A brave thing then?" Dream shook the bottle, eliciting a yelp from the Borrower. "Or not." The Being tipped the bottle, shaking it a little more as Roman tried to hold the walls, forcing the tiny hybrid to fall right into their hand.

Roman shivered at the uncomfortable warmth of the hand and tried to scoot away from the Being, but was quickly stopped by a wall of fingers behind him. Dream chuckled, pulling Roman out of his frightened state enough to go back to glaring at them.

"I assume you're here for items?" It was a simple statement, pointed by Dream tilting their head to the chest Roman had previously been hiding in.

"Y- yeah… a- and why's it matter to- to you?" Roman spoke, cringing at his own stutter. He knew it was dumb to try and talk his way out of this, but what else could he do? Even if he followed the rules he'd more than likely be killed by this person.

"Well…" It only took a millisecond for the Being's grip to change, so fast that Roman didn't even process it, before he was being squeezed Inna fist. "I can give you them- for a price" Roman barely listened as he squirmed in the fist wanting nothing more than to be let go and mlg to safety.

"H- how the fuck wo- would I even pay you back?" Roman glared up into the mask, continuing to writhe in a fist that had an unloosening grip.

"Quite easily actually, you don't even have to do anything you don't already- I just need you to listen" Dream shrugged, as if he hadn't just spat nonsense that confused the Borrower even more.

"What's… what's that supposed to mean?" He looked into those ominous eyes with confusion.

"It's your size- I need it for information, I know that you and your little friends hear a lot in those walls of your's" Finally, the Being set Roman down, as if they knew he wouldn't run… and he didn't, he was far too shocked to.

"Y- you… you know-"

"Of course I know! It's my server you think I'm not going to notice a bunch of tiny… THINGS running around?" He laughed a little. "No, I've known for a while… I could've asked any of you for this…" The Being bent over and leaned their face in close to Roman, making the Borrower stumble back. "The problem was catching you. And look! You've practically given yourself to me!!" They stood up straight again, spreading their arms, proving a point… and sending a shiver down Roman's spine.

"S- so…. You… you want information?" Dream nodded. "Information that I overhear… l- like… like a spy?" Roman hugged himself, needing the small bit of comfort as he priced it together.

"Exactly! I knew you things were smart!!" As Dream cackled in victory, the Borrower backed up, a horrible feeling of dread taking over.

"Can't- wouldn't it be better to just have a Bei- a big person- do it?" Roman fidgeted with his poncho nervously. What was he about to get himself into.

"Oh, I already do… but people can't always be around to hear everything… like when someone's alone- which is why using you would be so great!" Roman could hear their smile and hated it. "Now, of course, you'll be payed in whatever items you need"

"...What kind of items?" Roman couldn't stop his curiosity. Of course it was dumb to even be considering this but… it's not exactly easy to borrow.

"Anything you need at the time- not want, need. Food, wool, weapons-"

"Weapons!!" Roman shouted, and immediately raised his arms up in defense as he realized he'd city of what Dream had been saying…. But nothing happened.

"Yes, weapons" Dream said it slowly, a curiosity playing at his words. "Do you need weapons?" Roman hesitated with an answer, but began to nod. He doubted he would have even been able to find stone here anyways. "Then get me the information I want."

"I…." Roman paused. Would this really be worth it? Working with a human- not just a human but one that everyone seemed to hate? If he didn't they'd probably kill him anyways- but if he did…. He could help so many of his friends, and family. Besides, it's not like the events in the Beings' lives would affect Borrowers too much. What'd they even do that'd be bad, blow up all of L'manburg? Nobody would do that again after Wilbur died. "... I can do that. I'll get your information."

"Good. Then it's a deal." The Being gave his finger to the Borrower, who quickly shook it.

With that, the deal was made.

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Hello everyone! I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve gotten any writing done, but I’m back with a brand new chapter for you all. I think I have a pretty good ending planned for this story so from this point on it won’t be open ended anymore. 

I have another story I’m working on as well to replace Guardian Naga that I hope to have the first chapter up of soon-ish. Quarantine has been tough and I’ve not been feeling the greatest. Still it’s nice to be back at it with my fanfics and I hope you all like the new chapter.

This leaves off two chapters ago when Virgil finally got to meet Thomas. You can find all my works here.  Please feel free to ask me questions or comment on how you liked it. :3 Disclaimer: Swearing/Cursing/Violence/Paranoia/Memory Loss

What was happening? Suddenly, Virgil’s mind was filled with memories of a past he had forgotten. A past of a full family living together in the Light Side of the mindscape. His head hurt as he slumped over in Thomas’s arms.

“Woah hey there. Take your time, I think we all are feeling rather confused right now.”

Thomas looked to the others who were holding their heads. It looked like they were all having a massive migraine.

“What is this? These memories...are they real?” Roman was in disbelief.

“No please stop!” Patton cried out. Whatever he was remembering seemed to be painful.

“How could we have forgotten? Is this another side-effect of destabilization? How cruel.” Logan mumbled.

Virgil stood up, gripping onto Thomas’s shoulder for support. “Guys, are you all okay?” It’s like they were all having a mind blast! It was going to take a second for the dizzy spell to disappear.

“I don’t know, this is all so confusing!” Roman shuffled over to grab Virgil’s hand. “Still to think we could ever forget you. I’m so sorry Virgil.”

Logan followed suit, except for the hand part. “Indeed, I am also sorry Virgil. This current situation is unprecedented! A complete wipe of someone's existence from the mindscape...it’s too much to fathom.”

Patton remained as the others looked to him. He was bawling as he continued to wipe away his tears in a losing battle. “I can’t! This is...this is too much. It’s all my fault Virgil! How could I ever apologize enough to you over what I’ve done?”

“Patton...it’s o-”

“IT’S NOT! It’s n-not okay Virgil. I-I-I caused you to destabilize!”

This was the shocking truth. Sides didn’t destabilize by nature and they didn’t do it to themselves. Destabilizing always required a catalyst and for Virgil, that had been Patton.

Many years ago in the mindscape Virgil was known as Curiosity. He was naive and full of questions. He had no sense of danger and this had led to a tragedy no one would remember. The aftermath is the story of his own destabilizing.

------- Many Years Ago in the Mindscape:

Months...it had been months since Janus was erased from the others minds. Yet, for some reason I remember him. How he was like a big brother to me and would always keep me safe. How did this happen? Was it my fault, or was it them who made him disappear? Virgil felt like he was losing his mind as his doubts grew day-by-day.

“Hey kiddo! How are you doing?” Suddenly, Patton snuck his way into the sulking sides room with a fresh batch of cookies.

“Fine I guess...I’d be a lot better if you told me where Janus went to though.” Virgil pleaded with his eyes as he stared at Patton. If he could trust anyone it should be Morality right?

“Oh no. Did you lose your imaginary frien-”

“HE’S NOT IMAGINARY!!!”

Virgil shoved Patton up against the wall with a loud thud. His strength was unreal, the innocent cookies fell to the ground in horror. “Woah! Woah! Virgil I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to upset you. Please you need to calm down.”

“NO! What I need is big brother Janus!!! Where is he? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?” Virgil came in fast for another go, but Patton dodged as he scrambled to the door. “I’m sorry.”

Patton let out a sorrowful apology as he fled from the room to find the others.

“Patton! What happened to you?” Virgil’s shouting and that large thud had alerted the entire household so some kind of trouble.

“Ah Roman...I-I don’t know what to do.” He began crying into his stock friend’s chest. “I want to help, but I have no idea who this Janus person Virgil keeps going on about is. What do I do?”

“Oh gosh Pat, it’s going to be okay. We can work together to figure this out.”

“Y-yeah you’re right let’s go find Logan and come up with a plan.”

Roman smiled as he held his friend's hand tightly. Hastily, they walked down the hallway until they reached Logan’s office. “Hey it’s Pat and I.” A quick knock and then they entered. “Bro!”

“Ah Remus? Why are you here?”

“I thought it best to have all of us here to discuss this current issue with Curiosity.”

Guess that made sense. Still it was hard for Roman to be near his impulsive brother. His thoughts were always too intense. Yet, he seemed quite calm for the moment; at least Roman could breathe easy for the time being. The group took their spots around the desk to begin formulating their plan. “So...what exactly is happening with Virgil?”

“Well, we have a theory.”

“We? You don’t mean you and Remus do you Lo?”

“I do actually.” Logan eyed the creative twin while adjusting his glasses. “The both of us believe Virgil is undergoing a mental change based on Thomas’s growth. Yet, it’s putting a strain on his mind...thus he is mixing up fantasy with reality.”

“Really? You think Curiosity is having some kind of meltdown?”

“Well brother, you and I both know first hand how intense mental changes can be on us sides.” Remus smirked, twirling his mustache.

True, the twins were definitely the prime example of how extreme these changes could be. However, this had been going on for months. When Roman and Remus split it only took a few seconds. Why was this situation so different? Because it was Virgil or because it was only one side being affected?

While Roman was lost in thought Patton spoke up, “If that’s true then we need to be there for him. He’s obviously confused and pained by thoughts he’s not able to control.”

“Agreed. I’d like to have you be led on Virgil’s treatment until this passes. If you need anything the rest of us will support you Patton.”

“Thanks Lo!”

With that their plan was set into motion...the only problem being that they had no idea what was really going on. Lurking inside the darkened room was a side falling into madness by his fragmented memories of a now forgotten family member. “Liars. They are all liars.”

Two weeks went by with Virgil sinking further and further into his paranoid thoughts. He spent most of his time in his room and avoided contact with the other sides at all cost. Annoyingly, Patton always came to his door in the morning, afternoon, and evening to talk with him from the hallway.

“He’s a deceiver. You can’t trust them or anyone. They lie, all they do is lie.” Virgil only let out hushed mumbling to Pat’s meaningless chatter. “Think you could come to dinner tonight? We miss you a whole bunch kiddo!”

Same kind words. “Will Janus be there?” Same old question.

“...no. Virgil please, this Janus person isn’t real. You’re just confused kiddo, but that’s okay. I’ll always be here for you, we’re family after-all.”

Liar! Deceiver! Fake! All of them were just a bunch of snakes trying to lure him out in order to suffocate his mind with false ideas. No more. No more. NO MORE!!!

*CRASH*

“What in the world?!” Suddenly a loud crashing sound came from behind the door. “What was that?”

“Roman! I-I don’t know. I was just in the hallway when this loud noise came from behind that locked door.”

“Stand back!”

Quickly moving aside Roman proceeded to slice the lock with his trusty katana and kick down the door. Yet, nothing could prepare the sides for what they saw next. A tall, looming shadow inching higher and higher into the air until two large purple hued eyes stared down at them.

“Oh my…”

“I-it’s a giant! We need to get the others, we’re under attack!”

Snatching Patton’s hand, the two booked it to the dinning hall and alerted the others to the current situation. Mysteriously though, once the group returned the giant was nowhere to be seen and another family member was erased from their memories’.

------- Back to Current Time:

Slowly, Virgil made his way to his crying friend and shifted to a size where he could easily pick him up.

“Hey there Pop-star. You don’t need to cry so much on my account.”

Patton chuckled a bit at the pun as he looked up to Virgil with a lingering expression of pain and sorrow. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. That I wasn’t there for you like I should have been.”

The baby sized side raised a hand up to caress his long lost friend's face. “You couldn’t have known Pat and besides it’s in the past now. I’m just glad that you remember now...you do remember right?”

“Yeah, I think? Like I remember you, but Janus...he’s still kind of fuzzy. I remember him interacting with you, but still nothing on my own relationship with him. Sorry.”

“No, no it’s okay. What you’ve said is enough.”

“While that may be true I’d like to know more about this strange phenomenon. Why do we forget...why do you forget?” Logan came over. He needed answers, they all did. “I mean not even Thomas himself was aware of this!”

“Now that I’ve remembered everything I hope I can answer all your questions.” Virgil set Patton down and shifted downwards. “To start, when you destabilize your mind and the entire mindscape goes into shock.”

“Shock?”

“Y-yeah. In order to fight against the trauma the mind r-represses Thomas’s mind and our minds as well. That’s how it affects all of us. I forget about you all and you forget about me in order for the mindscape to stay balanced. It also works to stabilize my body as it expands.”

Everyone was gobsmacked at this information. “Wh-what do you mean by stabilizing your body?”

Virgil looked to his family with saddened eyes. “As you expand...cracks appear. The repression helps stop the already unstable core from....shattering.”

“Fuck. That’s so messed up.” Roman held himself, pained by what he was learning.

“So either you forget about who you are and about all your loved ones or you break?” This was all so heartbreaking as Patton made his way to Roman for comfort.

“Mhm…” Silence. Virgil didn’t really know what else to say at the moment. Honestly there was nothing more to say. This was the cold, hard truth and yet there were two blaring problems. “Remus...what about my brother? H-he remembers! How!?”

“Yeah what about Remus and Janus too? You were able to restabilize so can’t the two of them as well?” Was there any hope for the others who were afflicted? Virgil appeared uneasy at the notion, but tried to stay level headed.

“I-I’m not sure. The thing is that we shift in size to minimize the damage to our cracked bodies. Even though growing causes cracking, the cracks are smaller in comparison...so tha-”

“That means the bigger you are the more cracks you have.” Finally Thomas spoke up with a serious expression plastered on his face.

“Is that why Remus is different, because he’s the biggest?” Virgil nodded.

“The way we destabilize has an effect on it too. I destabilized because I felt betrayed and alone so forgetting definitely helped to lower my anxieties. Remus on the other hand destabilized because he wanted his brother back. I think because of those strong feelings he remembered at least you Roman. Yet, that discrepancy in his mind caused him to crack even more than I or Janus.”

“And because of that we remembered him as well.”

“Though, I forgot because the effect was only on you guys and not me overall.”

“So it’s my fault my brother ended up like that.”

Virgil winced and quickly embraced Roman in his arms. Princey’s eyes widened by the sudden show of affection by the usually shy side. Still he wrapped his arms around his friend's warm body and internally thanked him for the hug.

“Roman you can’t blame yourself. You didn’t know, none of you did!” Ro nodded, pulling Virgil back to look him in the face with a brand new resolve.

“Right! Then we have to make up for our ignorance and save them both!” His eye’s sparkling.

“That’s the spirit kiddo!” A rescue operation huh? Guess it was only fitting with this bunch of action heroes.

It was time for a plan, a real plan now that everyone had the necessary information. Finally the truth was revealed, the cruel reality of it all lay before them. Although, who were they going to go after first?

To be continued.

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Crash Landing

Warnings: Non-descriptive crash landing, swearing, non-graphic broken wrist, fear, anxious thoughts.

Pairing: Platonic Moxiety

Wort Count: 3231 words

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan and Roman (mentioned but not present)

A/n: I have had this in my drafts forever. I’ve finally given myself the time to finish it up! Which was nice, since I haven’t written anything g/t related in a while! This was certainly refreshing and fun!

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“Contact with Home Base has been disrupted.”

This was not good.

This was really, really not good. He had made a list of everything that could go wrong and this exact situation just happened to top the list by far.

This was not how this was supposed to go.

The training that he had received should have prepared him better if he were to lose contact with his ship, but the flashing red lights and constant blinking with the grating sound that seemed to fill the cabin of the ship was making it harder to focus on anything other than the anxiety that was filling his stomach.

He was trying everything he knew. Resetting the system, trying to shut it off, attempting to override the automatic shutdown.

“Ace, override emergency operation Lock Down and return to manual piloting.”

The fact that this mission had been nothing more than an exploration of some of the least charted worlds of the galaxy, he had insisted that he be given a chance to prove himself worthy.

While there were a few other pilots who may have been a bit more acquitted to dealing with this situation, he had been allowed the chance.

Even as Virgil frantically tried to figure this mess out, the constant blinking of red lights in front of him still didn’t cease.

When the ship had gone into lock down, it was something that was supposedly made to keep the pilot within the ship safe if they were unconscious. Unfortunately, he was wide awake and unable to stop what was happening in front of him. The fact that he was useless to stop the hurtling spaceship from smashing into the ground was horrifying.

“Unable to override operation Lock Down.”

“Goddammit,” he swore under his breath, reaching up, he pulled at one of the lever above his head, before flicking the switch beside it and causing one of the only other lights to flicker on to a dying blue hue. The sounds of the locks shutting further gave him a little comfort.

There was nothing he could do if the ship couldn’t even turn it off.

“Ace, attempt to override emergency operation Lock down again and return to manual pilot.”

The beeping almost got louder for a moment and he winced in response to the squealing noises. The more high pitched it got, the more ear grating it became.

“Still unable to override operation Lock Down.”

“Attempt to reconnect contact with Home Base.”

The moment he had lost the connection with Home Base was the exact moment he had realized just how screwed he was. Without it, how would they know where his ship ended up? Would it even be possible to contact them again after he landed?

“Unable to reconnect contact with Home Base.”

Fantastic, that was exactly what he needed to hear right now. The anxiety was threatening to overwhelm him at this point, but if he allowed it to get the better of him, he would have no chance whatsoever.

As Virgil’s eyes focused on the planet in front of him that just seemed to be growing larger and larger by the second, he knew he needed more info on it. If he touched down and knew nothing, it would only get him in trouble faster. Attempting to fit in would be a bit more difficult without any knowledge.

Taking in a deep breath, he slid his hand across the touch pad, only watching as more warnings popped up in front of him. “Give me information on the planet Terra.”

The fact that he had been so sure of himself, only for his ship to shut down right in front of him while being completely helpless to stop it, proved that he probably shouldn’t have been so adamant about doing this.

At least not by himself.

Proving himself meant nothing if he was dead.

“Terra, inhabited by Terran. It resides in the Milky Way. It only consists of one moon and is the third closest planet to the sun, thus the year on Terra is—”

“Important stuff, Ace,” he called up, the panic growing heavier in his chest, making it harder to breathe, “more information on the Terran.”

“Terrans, more commonly known as ‘human beings,’ are a violent race of bipedal mammals that have a long and detailed history of starting wars between themselves over provisions such as oil, water and large expansions of land. There appears to have been a time of peace hundreds of years ago, before Terrans realized the importance of certain provisions. Humans are known for their violent and greedy nature and are often avoided by others.”

He could only sit and watch as the planet of green and blue got bigger and bigger. Hurtling towards the ground at unimaginable speeds was absolutely horrifying.

Then there was the fact that A.C.E. was saying how Terrans were more prone to jump into negative action if they found something they didn’t understand.

“It is rumoured that the humans—“Americans” as Terrans call them—of the United States of America believe there is a secret military base called Area 51. A place where countless other planets have lost explorers to. There are some notable planets in your galaxy that have lost explorers to this base.”

“Great, just what I needed,” Virgil hissed, tugging the seat belt tighter and reaching forwards to hold onto the wheel in front of him even if he wouldn’t be able to change course. The idea that there were people down on this planet that captured other beings set a hard rock in his chest. “Is there any way at all to slow the descent?”

“Negative.”

Well, guess he would just have to brace for impact as best as he could.

“Ace, attempt to reroute all power back to the main bridge and return control to manual pilot.” It was all a loss at this point, but he needed to try at least once more.

The ship went silent for a minute, the flashing stopped and for one brief moment of relief, Virgil thought that he would get control back. Then the sirens picked up again and the yoke remained stagnant. He could tug, he could turn with everything he had in him, and the thing still wouldn’t move an inch.

“Unable to reroute power supply to main bridge,” Ace’s computerized voice spoke from somewhere above him.

While crash landing was inevitable at this point, there was nothing really settling about that. There was so much that could go wrong when one hit the ground too hard. Whiplash, sprains, broken bones and, in the worst case scenario, death.

Sinking a bit further into his seat, the young man grasped the armrests. His knuckles were white from the force. The ground was approaching far too fast and he didn’t have it in him to watch.

So, he squeezed his eyes shut as tight as possible and waited for the worst of it.

—

The first thing he registered when he began to regain consciousness was the stinging in his left arm. Sharp, jabbing pain that seemed to allude to something greater than just a hurt wrist.

But there was pain almost everywhere. Every time he tried to move, there was something hot and burning. His muscles ached and could feel thin cuts along his good arm. The crash landing must have taken more of a toll on him than he had originally planned for. At least his ‘worst case scenario’ hadn’t played out. He was still alive for everything that counted for.

The next thing he registered, even when he still laid half unconscious, was that whatever he was on was much softer than solid ground or even the leather covering of the seat in his ship. Whatever he was on was a lot warmer as well. While the ship had its heating system, this felt like it was more body heat than anything else.

Whatever was happening couldn’t exactly be good.

When he tried to move his injured arm—ignoring the awful, horrible pain that shot up through the rest of his arm—that’s what jolted him awake instantly. He couldn’t move it. Not just because of the pain, he could grit his teeth through the pain, but because of something that prohibited its movement in the first place.

He sat up, suddenly hyper-aware of the weight slightly pressing against the back of his neck and his right shoulder.

Wide, startled brown eyes moved directly to his left arm and he saw the pristine white bandage wrapped around it, before tied back into a sling that was tucked around his neck. The sling itself was surprisingly well made and did its job with keeping his arm from moving, but that led Virgil to another question.

Who did it?

Which led to yet another question; where, in the name of God, was he?

His attention shifted, after realizing that he couldn’t just spend his time staring at his broken, but miraculously wrapped wrist. Not if he wanted answers. Though, when he did take the time to look around the room, he was only left with more questions.

And a crippling stab of anxiety in his stomach.

He was in a bedroom. It looked like any other normal bedroom, just on a scale a hell of a lot bigger. There was a bed, a dresser, closet, bedside table, a window, lamps, wall decors, anything that you would expect in a bedroom. Except everything was probably twenty times his own height and the panic began to set in hard.

The feeling of tightness in his chest was the first sign of the oncoming attack, then there was the heavy breathing that followed closely afterwards.

Tearing his eyes away from the looming sight in front of him, Virgil noticed a small cup of water to his right but if he wasn’t mistaken, the water was contained inside a bottle cap. Something that he had tossed mindlessly into the trash before. Seeing it nearly the size of his hand was unnerving and frankly terrifying.

While a part of him wanted to reach over and quench his thirst, another part of him—the more reasonable part of him—knew that the drink could very easily be poisoned. This entire thing could all be some sort of Godawful trick and the Terran that was currently keeping him captive would eventually do away with him. He was a hostage and there was no way to change that, not if the scale of the room said anything about the scale of the human being.

It took a moment, but something caught his attention, set off to the side as if it were an afterthought. It was his ship. Sitting right there out in the open, so close but so far away from him. It was like a sick tease.

However, the more he looked at it, he saw the damage that had been done when it had plowed into the earth’s surface. Glass was shattered, it was dented in more places than one and wires stuck out along it’s edges. Seeing it in such poor shape hurt him, even if the thing wasn’t sentient.

Everyone had an attachment to the ship they were assigned to pilot and he had been in his for what seemed like weeks. Getting to learn its controls and figure his way out around the large place.

Ace, even as an A.I, had been some of the only company he had gotten during his mission. However, because of the advanced technology he had been able to make contact with either Logan or Roman at least once every two days. Never for very long, but hearing the voices of his two closest friends was always reassuring.

Maybe if he could get back to his ship, Ace would be able to help him now. They were on solid ground, so perhaps he’d be able to rework some of the wires without the panic of crashing unexpectedly.

Almost as if fate thought that this was some cruel joke, he could hear movement coming from the other side of the closed door.

The shadows of someone moving on the other side caught his attention and his stomach sank. Panic quickly managed to wrap its clammy hands around his throat and squeezed, easily directing his focus from breathing, to ‘oh my god, what do I do now.’

He was hurt, which took away his chances of fighting. He was tiny, which took away his chances of actually finding a way to escape. He was nearly in the midst of a panic attack, which took away his rational thinking and replaced it with the common fight or flight response.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins as the door handle jiggled, only to open a lot slower than he thought it would have. Struggling to right himself, Virgil managed to halfheartedly move slightly backwards. Whatever he was currently laying on was much too soft to actually try and make some sort of getaway.

The door eventually did crack open and Virgil shrunk further back into the soft comforters of the bed, as if that would hide him from plain sight.

Dread pooled into his stomach as soon as his eyes made contact with the Terran’s. However, where Virgil was expecting to see blood red eyes (or something else relatively terrifying) he saw dark hazels—that would have rivaled Roman’s—hidden behind thick black glasses. And where he was expecting to see fangs and canines that were designed to tear and maim, he saw blunt teeth bared in an expression of relief and excitement.

A.C.E hadn’t given him any information on human body language, but he could only pray that a smile meant the same thing it did on his own home planet.

“Oh good!” The human said suddenly, stepping further into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. “You’re awake. I‌ was a little worried there for a bit! You weren’t moving and it was a little hard to tell if you were breathing.”

Virgil had half a mind to demand release, but the other more sensible part of him realized that he was certainly in no place to be demanding anything. The human had been kind enough to leave water for him, but that didn’t mean he had the right to push that kindness just in case he pushed too far.

Anxiety tried to push forward, trying to make Virgil relent and stay compliant. And while that might save his hide, it wasn’t what he had been trained to do. At least, nothing had really trained him for interacting with giants, but at least humans—or this human in particular—seemed willing enough to make causal conversation.

So, he swallowed back his nerves and cleared his throat to the best of his ability, trying to still the trembling in his good hand. He dug that one into the thick covers to stop it. “What–” he took a breath, hating the way his voice shook, “what are you going to do to me?”

It was a morbid curiosity as well, Virgil reasoned. He wasn’t sure if it would be better to know his fate or to allow the human to do what he wanted and have it over with.

The human’s expression seemed to crumple. Virgil felt his stomach drop at the disheartened look that crossed his features.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” the human said, his voice was softer this time. “I‌ really just wanted to make sure you were okay. The way your ship looks and the way your arm looked…”

Virgil’s eyes darted down to his wrist, seeing the careful bandaging and the sling. He felt slightly ill at the idea of how close the human had to get to him to do such impressive work, but it was still shocking. “You.. you did this?”

“The sling and the cast,” the human said, that soft smile returning once more. It looked proud and warm. “I‌ don’t know how well I‌ really did with it since you’re so small, but I‌ hoped it helps enough to let your arm heal correctly.”

You and me both.

Virgil took another breath, letting it out steadily and forcing the nerves back for now. He could let it take over when he was alone. Falling prone in the midst of a dangerous creature was not a good option.

“My name’s Patton,” the human said suddenly, causing Virgil’s eyes to shoot back up and meet his own. “I‌ just thought it’d make this a little easier, you know? A‌ bit more personal too.” The human—Patton—paused, and Virgil felt nervousness fluttering in his stomach again. “Do you have a name?”

Of course he had a name. Obviously he had a name. However, before he had the mind to speak it, he held his tongue. Was telling a human his name really the best way to go about this encounter? What if names had power on this planet, and the minute Virgil gave his away he was immediately in more danger.

Though, Virgil also had to take stock of everything that had happened—well, everything that hadn’t happened already.

Patton had done nothing but stand by the bedroom door, talking softly at him. That wasn’t exactly the recipe for a monster. However, there was also something else niggling at him saying that this could all be some elaborate scheme to get Virgil to trust him and than that’s when it happens.

Though, another part of him said, he seems pretty genuine. If he really did mean you harm, he didn’t have to fix your wrist. Or let you live, for that matter.

Virgil licked his lips, trying to wet them only to come up with a dry mouth. Right, he was thirsty. His eyes flickered over to the bottle cap of water to his side that miraculously hadn’t spilled in his panicked movements to create distance between himself and the human.

He then side-eyed Patton again. “Is the water poisoned?”

Patton let out a soft, surprised noise at that. As if that wasn’t the question he had been expecting in the least. If Virgil had any suspicion that it was poisoned, going off of that reaction it very obviously wasn’t. “No!” The human quickly said, wanting to get that truth out there vehemently. “Of course not. I‌ promise, I‌ really don’t want to do anything to you!”

Virgil gave a satisfied enough nod at that, tugging the cap of water toward himself—ignoring how weird it was that it was a bottle cap of all things—and tilted it just enough to let himself bend down and take a few greedy drinks of it. It was cool and fresh and amazing. The task of drinking was a bit difficult one handed, but certainly not impossible.

When he had drained about half of it, and felt a little better than before, he used his sleeve to wipe at the water on his mouth. After another moment of hesitation, watching Patton’s wide sparkling gaze, he sighed.

“…my name’s Virgil,” he said, turning his head away immediately, as if that would stop the heat from flooding up the back of his neck and into his cheeks.

And because of that reaction, he missed the way Patton’s eyes lit up further.

Virgil guessed that maybe he’d landed with an…alright human.

For now.

Besides, there was no harm in Patton knowing his name. At least, no harm yet.

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Request : Tiny dangling from an amused giants finger.

First request done ! Thank you @hiddendreamer67 for submitting this !! (I hope tagging is okay !)

I went a little further than what was requested because I couldn’t settle on one side to draw as tiny-

[bittydragon]

Hi hello yes I LOVE your blog also if it's not too much trouble I'd like to see a roceit piece with borrower!Roman bonding with a soft Deceit

[Thanks so much for the request! Was not expecting any if we are being honest. I appreciate it and I hope you enjoy the fluffy boys! Also, so sorry it took so long. It’s a longer piece though, cause I couldn’t stop myself from writing. So hopefully it makes it a bit better. Enjoy!]

Characters: Janus, Roman

Warnings: None, literally fluff

The silence in the room was tense. Neither person in the room had a clue on what to do, both were frozen and staring at the other. The TV glowed behind the smaller of the two, thankfully muted.

One decided they couldn’t sleep and went to the living room to silently watch a movie. The other was restless and thought a midnight adventure was in order. They both knew what they were doing this late at night would be frowned upon by the dad of their strange group.

After all, a group consisting of three humans and three borrowers was rather strange.

“If we agree not to tell on each other to Padre, you want to hang out?” Roman shot a pleading look to Janus. He was relieved to see Janus smile in relief.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind the company, but you better not tell him about this.”

“I may be reckless but I’m not stupid. Pat will have no idea about this if I have anything to say about it.” Roman paused for a moment in thought. He looked up at the scarred human. “If we are going to hang out, mind giving me a lift? The light over here is starting to hurt my eyes.”

That startled Janus out of his thoughts. Janus shot a brief look of acknowledgement at Roman to show he heard him before picking the remote back up. He turned off the television before walking over to the eccentric borrower. He set both hands palm up right by the edge of the TV stand so Roman could walk on.

Roman shot the human a strange look as he quickly settled on the hands. Very quickly he realized that Janus probably couldn’t even see him, but Janus seemed to be going to answer the unasked question.

“I decided a movie may have been a bad decision. The lack of sound was no fun and, like you said, the lights were killer. We’re just hanging out in my room. Patton also has no way of busting us if we go there anyways. Perfect time for plotting sabotage.”

Confused, Roman raised his head to try and read the human’s expression to gauge the meaning of what he just said. At least from what he was able to see with no lights. “Sabotage? Really? Against who?”

Janus opened the door to his room, careful not to jostle the tiny prince in his other hand. He closed the door behind him with a soft click and moved to settle on his bed. He reached over to his nightstand to turn on his small desk light. As soon as he could see, he shot Roman a look that could only be read as ‘are you serious?’

“Remus has been getting on my nerves recently. I also guess you haven’t noticed the pranks he has been pulling on you too.”

“Ah, that makes more sense. So what plans of ‘sabotage’ are you considering?” Roman replied, deciding to entertain Janus’ late night ramblings. Janus smiled at him excitedly.

“I think the best course of action… is to push him down the stairs.”

“Janus! You can’t push everyone down the stairs!”

“Fine. I’ll trip him in the hallway.”

“No!”

“Duct tape his door shut?”

Roman didn’t even dignify that one with a verbal answer, only glaring at Janus. Janus stuck his lip out in a clear pout as he lifted Roman up to his face. Roman held his gaze steady in a firm glare.

“You, my dear tiny prince, are so much fun.”

“I do try my best!” Roman puffed his chest out proudly. Janus couldn’t help but to break his pout into an amused smirk.

They both sat in silence. A couple of quiet minutes passed and Janus could tell Roman was getting fidgety again. No wonder the borrower got in trouble for late night adventures as much as Virgil got in trouble for attempting to pull all-nighters on his phone. Roman had way too much energy.

Just as Janus found himself losing himself in his thoughts again (and realizing he probably needed sleep), a sudden weight pressed up against his nose. He quickly crossed his eyes in shock to find Roman draped across his nose in a strange makeshift sort of hug. His face reddened as he let out a breathless chuckle.

“And now what are you doing?”

“I have no idea.” A pause. “We need sleep.”

Janus carefully maneuvered the hand holding Roman so that he could return the hug as best as he could while reaching over to turn off his desk light. He continued to press Roman against his nose with enough pressure to keep him there but not nearly enough to hurt as he laid down on his bed.

“Can I stay the night, Janus?” Janus wondered if Roman could feel his smile under his legs at the request.

“I definitely don’t appreciate the company.” He drawled. The giggle from the borrower confirmed that Roman understood the blatant sarcasm. Good. Roman could be a bit dense when it came to sarcasm. Though, Janus could agree that Virgil’s sarcasm was extremely difficult to translate correctly. 

“But are you sleeping on my face or my pillow? Not that I don’t mind the hug we got going, but I would like to breathe without worry tonight.”

“Actually, can I sleep on your stomach?” Janus could easily imagine the puppy eyes he was getting from the tiny drama queen. He rolled his eyes at the mere thought.

He then wordlessly picked the borrower off of his face with his thumb and forefinger. Roman squirmed at the sudden intrusion, but otherwise made no move of discomfort. Janus set the small being on his chest and settled his hand over the borrower as a heavy blanket.

He reached his other arm out and pulled the comforter over himself so it rested just beneath Roman’s head, leaving that the only visible part of the borrower visible under the hand and blanket. Roman snuggled deeper into the soft fabric of Janus’s shirt in response. Janus had to bite back the coo that was building in his throat in order to not fluster the borrower. He did finally get him to calm down, no need to work him back up.

Janus sighed in contentment and finally relaxed against his pillow. These are the nights he would kill for. One of the borrowers, especially Roman, trusting him enough to sleep with him. It made up for the rocky start. And with that thought floating through his head, he fell asleep with a small smile on his face.

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A scene from Not all Heroes Wear Capes for and by @gilby-the-geek-girl

So, I bought a drawing tablet...

I tend to sketch more than drawn and I’m not accustomed to this software or the digital method, or this style for that matter. However, I feel that my first attempt was pretty successful. I don’t... entirely hate it. 

Will definitely be doing some eye practice though :/