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strangely he feels at home in this place fanfic

Title: strangely he feels at home in this place

Summary: Virgil finds himself in a different reality with no way of returning back home. Strangely, he’s mostly okay with this

Word-Count: 540

Pairings: platonic prinixety

Warnings: spiders, parental favoritism

I found a random snippet of dialogue in my wips when i should be writing something else and couldn’t help finally doing something with it

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How is Virgil’s day going, you might ask? Well, on the scale of one to oh-my-god-my-brother-transported-me-to-another-reality-and-I-have-no-way-of-getting-back-home, it’s going great. Real swell.

I mean, really it could’ve been a lot worse. There could’ve been no one to hear his screams as he tried escaping the clutches of a giant spider. Virgil liked spiders. He even had a pet tarantula named Susie back home. But it is very easy to be afraid of anything that’s ten times the size of you and looks ready to devour you whole. 

Instead, a strange elf-like man saved him at the last second. Or at least, he appeared elf-like, with his pointy ears and graceful poise. Despite his numerous writings, Virgil hasn’t met an actual elf before. He hadn’t planned on it. Nor had he planned being his brother’s pet guinea pig but here we are.

The elf turns out to be named Roman, a name that is far more normal sounding than Virgil expected to hear. Upon hearing Virgil’s plight, he offers for him to stay in his abode at once.

“Wait, you actually believe me?” Virgil raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, someone shows up from a different world every other moon cycle,” Roman waves him off, “Now come! You must be hungry–I will prepare you a feast back at my house!”

Virgil’s stomach growls, “Well you aren’t wrong about that.”

“So, are you a warrior for your people?” Roman asks as they walk down the supposed route to his home. Virgil gives him a double take because uh, did he not see him screaming? Running from the spider as fast as his legs could possibly take him? 

“Oh no,” Virgil chuckles awkwardly, “I’m a writer.”

“A writer?” Roman tilts his head, “What’s that?”

“It’s, well,” Virgil stammers, almost embarrassed to admit, “I come up with stories and record them so that other people can read them.”

“You’re a storyteller?!” Roman shrieks with excitement, “you’re so young–your people must honor you greatly.”

Now it’s Virgil’s turn to be confused.

“Um, what do you mean?”

“As a storyteller you inspire hope, impart wisdom, produce laughter with your stories–surely your people look onto you with reverence and respect!”

They in fact do the opposite of that. His people see his writing as a foolish prospect. They berate him for his chosen profession. “Why couldn’t you have gone into STEM like your brother?” They ask, “Writing will get you nowhere in life!”

In a way, they were right. It was his brother’s science and not writing that got him transported to this world. A world that apparently cherishes and nurtures stories rather than kill them.

“Are you alright, dear storyteller?” Roman says softly. He’s standing in front of Virgil, frowning.

“I, um, I just–” Virgil begins, never being quite as good with verbal words as he is with written words, “Let’s just say my world doesn’t hold the same view as yours.”

“What?!” Roman exclaims, before bursting into a very long, winding rant. So long that would take up at least a page or two to write it all down. As he rambles about the sanctity of stories and their importance, Virgil begins to smile.

Maybe he’ll never find a way back home. That thought should terrify him, but it doesn’t. Because home has already found him.

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Not a Monster - 6

Part One: Virgil

Part Two: Patton

Part Three: Roman

Part Four: Logan

Part Five: The others

Part Six: Dorian

Warnings: sympathetic!Deceit, (light?) body horror, let me know if there's anything I missed!

In which Deceit finds that "Light Sides" can fuse apparently (and so can he)

Pairings: Anxceit, Moceit, Roceit, Loceit, DLAMP, Remile and RED/Remileceit (all platonic or at least not explicitly romantic)

Word count: 1531

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Deceit curled up on his bed, breathing heavily and pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. He would not cry. There was absolutely no reason to cry right now. Everything was just fine, just a normal day. After a moment he sat up, taking a deep breath. He could do this. He'd just go about his normal day and... Ignore the others as much as possible. Yeah, he thought wiping his hands over his face, he could do that. Everything would be fine.

There was a knock on his door and a second later a voice called out to him: "Deceit, darling, can I come in?" He sighed in relief, it was just Patton. "The door is locked." Aforementioned door, which was obviously not locked, opened slowly and a head poked in. Deceit sniffled slightly. "Hey Patton..."

His eyes widened, because the body that followed the head was definitely not Pattons. First of, he was way too tall to be Patton and he'd never seen him wear anything even remotely similar to a beige suit and blue tie.

Quickly he scrambled back on the bed, trying to get away from the other. "Who are you? What are you doing here? And why-" He lifted his hands, stepping closer in an attempt to calm Deceit down. "Hey, hey. It's alright kiddo, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Deceit stared at him. "You're not Patton." Shaking his head the taller figure sat down, keeping his distance as to not disturb him any further.

"Who are you then?" Smiling reassuringly he held out his hand. Deceit hesitated, looking between him and his hand suspiciously. After a few seconds he took it carefully. "My name is Emile. I'm a fusion. And I'm here to help you, darling." There was a long moment of silence while he tried to understand what he'd just been told. "A fusion...?" Emile nodded, smiling brightly now. "Yup!" Deceit continued to stare at him in disbelief. "That's it. I'm going crazy."

"You're not." Virgil leaned against the doorframe of the still open door with his arms crossed. With a heavy sigh he pushed himself off of the wood and into the room, revealing Roman behind him. "All of this is completely real." The fanciful side smirked and sauntered into the room, coming over to lean on Emiles shoulder. "You were taking a bit long, so we came to check on you guys. Everything alright?"

Virgil sighed as he looked over at the trembling Deceit. He'd opted for leaning against his wardrobe now instead, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "So I guess we'll have to give him The Talk now, huh?" Deceit looked up with wide, almost fearful eyes. "The talk?" To be quite honest he was scared the others would reveal how much they despised him now. All his attempts at fusion were not only against their explicit consent, he'd also turned them all into monsters. Surely they'd kick him out of the mind palace now, make him go back to the darkness that he came from. He didn't notice his breathing going quicker until a hand hesitantly touched his shoulder. His eyes snapped up to find Emile smiling down at him sympathetically. "I'm... We're sorry. Do you want us to unfuse?"

"No..." Deceit shook his head slowly, not looking up at them to avoid letting them see the tears gathering in his eyes. But Emile must've noticed anyway, because as he nodded, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues, offering them to him." Alright darling... Here. Grab some tissues and let's work out some issues." Deceit took them, before the words properly registered in his mind. He looked up in confusion. "What?"

Emile giggles brightly. "See, you're already not crying anymore...!" Deceit stared at him completely dumbfounded. Had the fusion lost his mind now? Virgil shook his head slightly. "He likes to be a therapist, just play along Dee." Emile turned around to glare at him. "I am a therapist, Virgil." Virgil sighed and smiled slightly at the taller. "Of course Em..." Emile gave a sharp nod. "Thank you."

"Uh guys? Could we get back on track?" Roman jerked his head in Deceits direction, who was still watching them, not at all believing that this was actually happening. Emile nodded and cleared his throat, turning back to him. "Yes, of course." He smiled at the smallest side reassuringly. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

"I- Y-Yeah. Well... No, actually, just- Why and how and-" He cut off entirely with a heavy sigh, letting his arms, which had been gesturing frantically just moments before, drop into his lap. Emile nodded. "I understand it. It isn't easy for you. But this isn't a bad thing...!" He leaned forward and took his hands gently into his much bigger ones. "But..." Deceit pulled his hands away, refusing to look up at the others. "I made them all horrible... I made all of you horrible."

"No no dear...! What happened wasn't horrible, it was completely normal. It was your first time fusing after all. You were confused and didn't know what was going on." Emile smiled at him reassuringly and a tiny bit amused at his next words. "You should've seen Moxie when they first formed...!"

"Missy..." Virgil mumbled with crossed arms, looking at the ground. "Right", Emile corrected himself, adjusting his glasses with a very Logan-like gesture. "You were preferring Missy lately." Virgil nodded, smiling slightly. Deceit frowned. "Who's Missy?"

"They're a fusion of Patton and me", Virgil elaborated. Roman noticed Deceits still apparent confusion and took a step closer, holding out his hand. "Perhaps we should just show you." Remembering his first time fusing with the prince - all those arms - Deceits eyes widened impossibly and he scrambled back on the bed until his back hit the wall. He was shaking his head quickly and waving his hands in front of himself. "No! No please don't, please-" Emile gently pushed Roman's hand away and smiled at Deceit. "Don't worry darling. You don't have to do anything you don't want."

Roman nodded slowly. Of course, he hadn't meant to hurt Deceit. So he turned and offered his hand to Virgil instead, a small smirk on his face. "Would you grant me this dance, my dark knight?" Virgil hesitated for a moment, but then uncrossed his arms and took his hand with a small smile. "Anytime Princey."

Deceit watched with wide eyes as Roman started spinning Virgil around in what seemed to be endlessly growing faster pirouettes. The smaller didn't seem bothered by this, his eyes closed as he twirled round and round. Deceit was amazed to find that Virgil could do ballet...

Eventually Roman let go of his hand and instead reached for his hips, lifting him up. Virgil, his eyes still closed as he trusted the other completely, gracefully extended his arms to both sides and one leg behind him. A bright golden and purple light enveloped them, quickly morphing both in shape and colour.

"Hey gurls...! Guess who's here?" Emile looked up, smiling brightly, his eyes practically sparkling. "Remy!" The newly formed fusion grinned down at him and ruffled his hair. "Hey there Emmy. And... You must be Deceit, right?", he added, glancing over the shades that had appeared on his face. Deceit stared at him in utter confusion. "Who... Are you?"

"Ah, of course. Allow me to introduce myself." Remy plopped down between the two, wrapping an arm around each. "My name is Remy, though you might now me better as Sleep."

Remy was tall, almost taller than Emile, but not quite. His eyes were hidden behind the shades, but at least he had a normal amount of arms. He was wearing a leather jacket atop a plain white shirt and the aforementioned mirror sunglasses. Hesitantly Deceit took the perfectly (black) manicured hand offered to him. "Nice to... Meet you, I guess?"

"Nice to meet you too Dee- Dee... No, that's no good. Snakeface McGee... No. Mhh, what about..." Deceit watched him anxiously as the fusion thought about a possible nickname for him, fully expecting something even worse. Remy frowned, pulling away from the other two a bit. "King of snakes and lies- No that isn't any good either...! Can't we just stick with Dee? But it's so short and- Don't you dare say insignificant!" His voice became more and more distorted, Virgil's and Roman's original voices shining through, as he gripped his head and curled in on himself. Worriedly Emile placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down dear, relax. It's all alright."

"You could also just call me Dorian, y'know...?" Deceit looked up hesitantly. Remy and Emile looked up in surprise at that and slowly Remy lowered his hands from his hair. "I think that's my name at least." A blinding smile split Emiles face and he hugged the small side tightly. "That's a great name dear!"

Dorian smiled slightly shakily and hugged him back. Maybe he could make peace with this whole fusion thing after all. He closed his mismatched eyes and smiled happily as he felt Remy's arms wrap around them too.

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Okay, that's the end! Thanks to everyone who stuck with it until now and everyone who might read it in the future!

I know this is quite long and the ending is a bit rushed, but if I had continued any further, I wouldn't have been able to get to the end ever

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Multi-Chapters:

Stories of varying word counts that feature multiple chapters.

Travelers in the Dark: Virgil is a monster, an outcast to both humanity and his own kind. It is better for him and everyone else if he secluded himself in a nature park, where it is safe.

All Virgil had wanted was one quiet night in the park. Of course that stargazing idiot had to get himself into trouble and cause Virgil to have to step in and save him. Now there’s a silver knife sticking out his chest and he’s bleeding to death. Great.  Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (Ongoing, Chapters 6-8 completed, Chapters 4 and 5 are wips)

Velveteen Wishes: In an attic of a dilapidated house laid three toys who were just as real as you and I are. For their owner, a brown-haired boy with rosy cheeks and chestnut eyes, made them so through his love.  These three toys were all he had. They were his only friends and together they fought against evil in the Imagination Land.

But evil lurks in the real world, danger that the toys cannot protect their boy from. Patton, Virgil and Logan will have to become more than mere toys to save Roman. Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (Indefinite Hiatus)

Not Quite Imaginary: Like many children, Logan and Roman had imaginary friends. Roman’s friend was Patton, a gentle giant who could heal wounds with a single kiss. Logan’s friend was Virgil, a sarcastic fairy with an affinity for dark magic. Both Virgil and Patton were best friends with each other, and together the four found themselves in all sorts of troubles.

But Logan and Roman are now adults and they’ve left imaginary friends behind along with their childhoods. The two are in for a shock of their lives when it’s discovered that their imaginary friends aren’t quite as imaginary as they’ve once thought.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (Ongoing, 25% of chapter 4 completed)

Crescent:  Virgil’s just one of many kids who aged out of the foster care system. He was kicked out of the foster house with little to nothing to his name yet expected to be a functioning member of society. He makes enough just to get by working at a fast food restaurant with the manager from hell.In a rush to get home after a bad day at work, he takes a short-cut through an alleyway and his day goes from bad to worse when he’s confronted by a mugger.

Fortunately, he is rescued by a werewolf who happened to be passing by. Unfortunately said werewolf decides he needs protecting and wants Virgil to be a part of their pack. (Part 1 of Werewolf AU, Complete)

Gibbous: Virgil’s encounter with three real life werewolves left him feeling half-convinced it had to be the concoction of some fervor dream.

But as a former foster kid who aged out of the system with little to nothing but the clothes on his back, he has bigger things to worry about than werewolves. Like, how he was going to survive on a fast food employee’s wage for starters.

When his friend Remy presents him with a new job opportunity, his first gut instinct was to refuse it. And you know what they say about gut instincts… (Part 2 of Werewolf AU, Ongoing)

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Concept Fics

Fics told in an informal, loose story-telling style.

Foster-Dad Patton AU:

In which Patton is a foster dad and the others are his kiddos.

Part 1 (Logan), (ongoing, sporadic updates)

Memes:  “Of course–it’s important to me that I am able to understand you, regardless of the words you use.” In which Logan as a father tries his best to understand his son Virgil’s usage of memes and slang words. Platonic Analogical

Homeschooling: I got so frustrated with the way that homeschooling is often depicted in fanfiction, that I wrote a positive human!AU depication of the sides as homeschoolers.

The Sides As Fanfiction Writers: Enough Said.

When the Sides Get Sick, Each of Them Have Different Reactions: Headcanons about how the Sides handle being sick

Oneshots:

Completed single-chapter fics with the bare minimum of 1k words.

Ouroboros:  Deceit can’t stop lying because he is lies. He’s never known a time before lying. A Character Study on Deceit

Lend An Ear:  Virgil is worried about his math homework, luckily his foster dad is there to lend an ear. Father-Son Moxiety.

Wishful Thinking:   Logan folds a thousand paper cranes to see if good luck will follow suit. Platonic LAMP

Afflicted by Fiction:  Agitated by a creative block, Roman ventures into the depths of his realm in an attempt to let off steam.

Gallant Knights and Wretched Seawitches:  Prince Roman sneaks off to a cove to perform one-man play to an audience of no one. He’s surprised one day to discover Logan sitting there, enjoying the performance. // Based off @fandergecko‘s Mermaid AU, platonic logince

Astraphobia: Logan knows it’s illogical to fear the storm, and yet it he still fears it. Fortunately, the others are there to comfort him. Platonic LAMP

When the Blazing Sun is Gone: Virgil is a lonely vampire who hasn’t interacted with a human in decades. That all changes when he runs into a man with an ukulele in the park late at night. Platonic Moxiety

Dear Happy: Patton is having a bad day and Virgil’s there to remind him that it’s alright to lean on others for support. Platonic Moxiety

Some Princes don’t become Kings: “You shall die in a cloak of red, surrounded by friends.” Ever since he was little, Roman’s been burdened with the prophecy of his own death. Fantasy AU

Birthday Cake: Logan doesn’t understand why birthday cake tastes any different than normal cake–in fact, he doesn’t understand the whole point of birthdays in the first place. Platonic LAMP

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