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I missed you

Read me! : in this I'm calling Deceit, Damien a little background Damien and Virgil use to date now after 4 years apart Damien still has feelings for Virgil and Virgil does to but doesn't want to tell

One time thing

The words left Damien's mouth before he could stop himself to Virgil's suprise, Damien looks terrible he's way to skinny and it looks like he hasn't slept in days. Virgil takes another step towards Demian sadly but he keeps his guard up "you missed me, really?" Virgil snarls sarcastically but inside he just wants to hug him, Damien feels tears streaming down his cheeks Virgil sighs and old habits kick in. Virgil hushs Damien's sobs just as he use to, with kind words and soft hands running through his hair, "I missed you two...." Virgil admitted "Y-You did?" Damien mutters surprisely as tears continue to fall "Mhm, I hate to say it but I did" Virgil says as Damien sobs come to an end, Damien sniffs and says "D-do you really mean it?" Damien curls his arms op against Virgil chest, "of course I do" Damien couldn't help but burst into tears again "I'm here, It's okay~" Virgil takes Damien's hand

"Hey, let's just sit down and talk alright" Damien nods tears still rolling "Mhm sounds good?" Virgil asks with a gentle smile, Virgil leads Damien to his room and closes the door behind them. Virgil still holding Damien hand sat down, he let Damien's hand go but he didn't want to, Virgil was still surprised at how vulnerable Damien was being. It wasn't usually like this normally Damien would comfort him not the other way around, but that didn't matter now. Because Damien had gotten up and was about leave "I know you don't *sniff* want me here *sniff* so I'll leave*sniff*" Damien's voice shook as he spoke

Virgil recognizes that sniff, Damien was going to leave and be in a bad place for a while. Virgil got up and hugs Damien's from behind, "Virgil *sniff* let me g-go" Damien mutters, "No don't leave, Not yet." Virgil swallows his pride "I-i need you here, so please don't leave"

"Okay I'll stay"

I'm taking requests!!

I'll mainly be writing fluff or hurt/comfort, I don't do smut and I'm not a fan if writing heavy angst

I'll really do any ships (just obviously not remrom) but I most enjoy stuff like

-Logicality

-Moceit

-Logince

-Demus

-Intrulogical

But once again I'll do any

I'm also entirely up for aus

I found a post by @solarsparkss that was basically Sanders sides ships as childhood memories

And decided I'd do what I do best and take really nice wholesome content and ruin it for everyone

So I give you Sanders sides ships as classic childhood memories: Callum edition

Logince: fighting with my brother wale we were making Mac and cheese, I wanted to add the cheese and we were dumb kids and used cheese from a jar I reached for the jar with no warning and broke it 

Analogical: keeping my mom up cause I had a stomachache and I kept asking if we could go to a doctor, and when she'd finally agree I'd say we didn't have to go 

Prinxiety: watching kids randomly break out into fights and even cheering some on

Royality: my grandma unintentionally buying aphmau merch 

Demus: me getting in trouble cause I allegedly punched a baby

Logicality: whenever the teacher had a timer on the board and it going down to 10 seconds and everyone yelling "10 SECONDS BAKER'S"

Moxiety: crying and covering my ears when we had to watch a brainpop. Jr over drugs 

LAMP: my absolute hell of a drama camp, where we spent more time walking then dancing and I had a meltdown the day of the show cause I thought a girl hated me 

Dukxiety: my friend asking the highschool band performing at the school if they could play megalovania on the tenor trumpet 

Roceit: my brother crushing my dreams of wanting to meet stampycat

Moceit: forcing my family to sing Christmas songs by the fire

Loceit: making fun of trump during lunch and one girl leaning over and saying "don't you guys think your being a bit rude"

Anxceit: my teacher in kindergarten asking me how high I can count and me not wanting to show off and saying I could only count to 100

Intrulogical: me getting horny asf during a fine motor skills class 

Intruality: crying over the cartoon network "we'll see you tomorrow" ending cause it just made me really sad 

So about that time Virgil was punched in the cartoon episode

I did it?....I guess? XD

Multishippers come get y’all juice!

Here’s the none-edited version because....why not 🤷‍♀️

(Also the analogical tag don’t work apparently, don’t know what’s up with that but-)

Y'ALL, Y'ALL Y'ALL-

*sigh*

Can one of you draw Virgil in this? You don't have to, I just lack motivation rn.

💕: “Years I’ve spent dormant in the earth, thinking of my horrible revenge upon humanity, yet when you set me free I suddenly had seconds thoughts” for Anxciet? :>

,,,,i tried! (This isn’t beta’d so all mistakes are mine) enjoy theres two disaster gays!

Virgil had bought the golden gothic locket from a seemingly innocent and unassuming booth at the market, the booth owner had been sweet and kind and had even given him a discount on it because it matched his aesthetic! And well, as a struggling college student, how was he to say no?

He’d worn it days on end, feeling safe with the weight of it resting against his collarbone, careful to maintain the little locket’s nice condition with the occasional TLC. Never had he expected anything more from the small little locket, even when his nightmares noticeably died down after receiving it. Leave it to an entitled thief at the park later that month to prove him wrong.

It was pretty late in the day and Virgil was chilling on a bench, sketching a concept piece in his sketchbook. Occasionally he would pause to get a gauge on his visual, his non-dominant hand loosely clutching the locket as he fiddled with the intricate engravings. Honestly, it was no wonder that it would gain him some looks from time to time, being a bright but still gothic gold, it was the only stand out color that he wore amongst his dark blacks and purples.

“Excuse me, Sir?” A female voice from a distance called out, causing Virgil to glance up. A pretty woman was flirtingly sauntering up to him, obviously trying to catch his attention with a self-satisfied smirk when his eyes met hers and flicked away again. She seemed sure she’d caught his full attention now, completely oblivious to the fact that Virgil was completely and utterly gay, not to mention uninterested in the confrontation.

“I couldn’t help but notice, you’ve got a pretty cute necklace there. Where’d ya get it, honey?” She laid it on thick, batting her eyes and speaking in a heavily, almost too suspiciously sweet tone. Virgil blinked at her, once, twice.

“Um..? I don’t think you’ll get one exactly like mine but there’s a vender that-“ The girl held her hand up to silence him, before looking at her nails with a sorely fake, sorrowful look.

“Oh that just won’t do, Doll. I like yours! Any chance I could buy it off you?” Virgil blinked at her, and tried not to chuckle, completely confused. Who walks up to a stranger, offering to buy their own personal items off of them?

“Uhh, no? It’s uhm, it’s a gift from my grandma, and I’m not willing to part with it.” That was a lie, of course, but lately he’d been finding himself a little more comfortable with doing that lately if it meant it got him out of harmless situations like this. Plus, he really didn’t want to give it up! However, the stranger did not seem to want to accept that answer.

Before he knew what was happening, this woman was screaming at him, calling him entitled and a rotten, selfish teenager, and plenty of other nasty things under the sun. Immediately, the sudden onslaught had caused Virgil to curl up, staring up wide eyed and terrified of the older woman now standing above him and shouting at him. Then his body’s shaking began, and Virgil knew he was in for it. He’d frozen up like a petrified fawn in front of an over glorified wolf, and the overwhelming negative emotions being projected at him was tearing him apart inside.

Getting fed up with the boy’s lack of response, she reached for the necklace, growling out “If I can’t have it, then no body can!” Before giving a sharp tug. The old metal snapped, causing Virgil to jerk back as he watched this stranger slam the fragile locket to the concrete pavement. It made a sickening crack as it broke in two. However, before the woman could truly be satisfied with her wrath and before Virgil could properly mourn his loss, black smoke billowed out and around the two. Virgil, still on the verge of an emotional breakdown, could only think about how that much smoke couldn’t have naturally fit in that tiny locket.

The woman stumbled back, temporarily broken out of her petulance to escape the pitch black smoke with a shout. In a matter of seconds, the smoke asmassed together and tightly formed together, before dissipating. In its wake, a tall, lean man was left in its place. He wore dark clothing, a suit of dark grey and a golden accented vest, a dark bowler hat tilted stylishly upon his dark hair. His back was facing Virgil, but the woman, from what Virgil could see, looked terrified.

“Well, Hello there. I didn’t think I’d be summoned by something so pathetic.. one hundred years in that stupid prison and this is the welcoming I get?” The woman was still in utter disbelief, glancing over to Virgil with confused anger resurfacing.

“Is this some kind of act? You think I’m an idiot, huh, Brat? Just because you’re friend was able to pull this,-” She gestured towards the particularly disinterested man in front of her, “this stupid prank or whatever off! I’ll sue you for harassment!”

At this point, the woman looked haughty and ready to do something even more rash. However, before she could move, the man flicked his wrist, and the woman’s hand slapped over her mouth.

“My, you could drone on and on, couldn’t you? Please, a mortal like you doesn’t scare me. Now please, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave.” The woman’s eyes briefly flashed yellow, and she turned around and walked off without a huff. With a sigh, the man turned around to the bench to sit, only to pause as he finally took notice of the shaking man curled up on the bench. Now Virgil could see why the woman had been surprised, realistic green scales were attractively scattered up one side of the man's face, his eyes mismatched of green and yellow. For a being that was apparently trapped within that locket for at least, what, a hundred years? He still looked as sharp as a young adult, and attractive too.

“Oh, hello.” The man’s voice had softened considerably, apparently surprised into sympathy at seeing a young man so visibly shaken. Before Virgil could muster up a response or even figure out a proper reaction to the situation, the man dipped elegantly to one knee, bowing in front of Virgil with the flourish of his hat.

“Excuse me, my dear. I didn’t mean to startle you! I am called Dorian, however, you can call me anytime.~” The mysterious man called Dorian held out a hand to Virgil, smiling warmly when the young man’s shaking hand rested itself in the others gloved hand. “You’ve been caring for me in all this recent time, I recognize that panicked heartbeat, My Dear. How lucky am I?” Dorian’s adoring gaze never left Virgil’s pretty flushed face as the other brought the still trembling hand to his lips. All Virgil’s frazzled mind could think to do was make him giggle at the absurdity of the situation, and close his eyes and cover his face because his mind wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Surrounded by his thoughts, he did not hear the other get up, nor did he feel when the other sat beside him. However, he did feel the arm that pulled him closer to the other man, gentle and loose, yet still comforting. For a few long moments the pair sat in silence.

As Virgil calmed down, his mind slowly came to terms that his company was not really human, but found that his tired mind did not really care. Lowering his hands, Virge glanced at the taller being next to him who was gazing up at the darkening shades of the sky. Leaning against Dorian’s arm a bit more, he joined the other in his gazing at the sunset splashed sky. Another long moment of silence stretched past them, before Dorian finally found his voice to speak.

“...Years I’ve spent dormant in the earth, thinking of my horrible revenge upon humanity, and yet when you set me free I suddenly had second thoughts..” Dorian hummed, meeting Virgil’s gaze solidly for a moment before gazing out across the park. “It’s been long since I’ve stretched these legs, used these eyes, held another so close.. I’ve missed it dearly. I hope you don’t mind, uh-“ Dorian paused, realizing what he’d forgotten. Here he was, cuddling with a mortal that he didn’t even know the true name of!

Virgil seemed to catch on, chuckling softly, “It’s Virgil, Dorian. My name? And.. don’t worry about it. I totally get being touch starved, dude.” Dorian smiled sadly, disappointed that this human was feeling the consequences of lack of contact too. He let the others name roll off his forked tongue, an inhuman purr escaping him at such a pretty name. Dorian didn’t miss the shiver that passed through Virgil in reaction to the deep voice, but kept his thoughts to himself about it for now.

“I think.. A proper night of introduction is in order. A walk around the park, or this fascinating city, if you will?” Dorian smiled, standing up and reaching out a gloved hand for Virgil to take. Accepting this weird fate, Virgil just shook his head with a smile and took the others hand, allowing Dorian, ever the gentleman, to link arms with him.

“What about your um, scales?” Virgil asked, hoping that they wouldn’t get anymore stares than a man in a suit and a man in full goth attire could attract. In a swift movement of a hand over Dorian’s face, the scales vanished. Replacing them was breathtaking vitiligo, the yellow eye becoming blue to accompany Dorian’s green one. Virgil laughed softly, face flushing at the beautiful man before him but still keeping his shy smile present.

“Now that that is settled, how about that walk, hmm?” Dorian grinned, and with Virgil’s agreeing nod, the two disaster gays from different times were off to traverse the city.