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Warning: contains sexual innuendos, for remus himself, and one implied swear word.
Logince, Moceit and Dukexiety are the chossen ships, okay!!
I’mma just gonna drop this here-
(All of this is just my opinion, BTW.)
Oh God I love your writing style❤️And it is so in character 💕I'm such a sucker for dukexiety 💜💚
A Misplaced Imbalance of Fear
Ao3, MasterPost
Relationships: Romantic Dukexiety, implied/minor Moceit (platonic or romantic)
From the power of my Art and my Shitposts comes This Fanfiction!!!
Warnings: Panic Attacks, Lots of Cursing, descriptions of gore (horror movies, it gets decently explicit so beware that), mild body horror (Remus is here and he Does Things Like That), Heavy Roman angst for a hot minute in the middle, making out (continuing my theme of remus-centric fics getting more ;3). They do some makeup and drink tea, baby. Mentions of picking one’s skin as an Anxious habit, and also ticking. Also stimming!!! nd sides 4 life bb. Also, a very brief alcohol mention (it’s soup).
Word Count: 6,553
God Fucking Fuck, Virgil was going to have a self-care day even if it killed him dead. Everybody else could do whatever overdramatic fuckery they wanted when they were topside, but he was all set down there in the Mindpalace, thank you very much.
Luckily, mercifully, thankfully, the rest of the sides all seemed keen to let Virgil have his space anyway. There wasn’t a thing stopping him from relaxing.
Well, except for himself, of course.
A thrum of condensed stress and fear tugged at Virgil’s abdomen, bubbling its way over his edges. It was equally his own and the others’, probably due to whatever conversation they were caught up in in the external world. He would not relent to the worry, nor was he summoned to help with the situation, but his body refused to stop shaking. Perched on the top of the couch, frantically clicking the buttons on a fidget cube, Virgil tried to watch the gore playing on the TV in a tired effort to calm his nerves.
Horror movies… helped. They were something for his brain to chew on for a while- their over-the-top and ridiculous plots, the obnoxious characters that almost always deserve what’s coming to them, the attention-attaining action- it was all a recipe for Distraction. But they weren’t working by that point, no matter how badly Virgil wanted them to.
And then- possibly because the universe loved to spite Virgil and Virgil specifically- a walking, talking headache flung himself into the common room about as elegantly as a wolfhound with rabies.
“Heyyyy,” Remus crowed as he sprawled himself out on the couch. Anxiety curled his legs closer under his body, unresponsive- he knew full well that any reaction would just be an invitation for trouble from the obnoxious trait. He’d remember what Logan taught them: don’t engage, just brush it all off.
Unfortunately, Remus seemed to be in a stubborn mood.
“Whatcha watching?”
“Movie,” Virgil grumbled.
“What movie?”
He eyed the side laying out on the couch below him, narrowing his gaze as threateningly as he could manage. He spat the words through gritted teeth and made it clear he was not having this today.
“It’s called Terrifier.”
Remus perked up at that, and oh God, if he was interested then he’d never go the fuck away.
Weiterlesen
So cute!!
Dukexiety 💚💜
yeah ❤
I hadn’t drawn them in a while! Remus is flirting and Virgil is badly pretending he doesn’t care :’)
Keep reading
They are so soft 💜💚so cute!
How To Show Your Boyfriend(s) You Love Them, By: Virgil Sanders
STEP ONE: HOLD HIS HAND.
They'll be more STEPS coming with different Virgil ships, so look out for that.
sTAy SaFE! :''>))
Stare at crush enemy
Throw yourself over the table
Fight
How to flirt by Remus Sanders
I got bored so here’s this but in color I guess
Yesss this is so cute 💚💜
ordinary ft. remus angst, him venting to his pet octopus, and dukexiety (with a worried virgil)
anyways go listen to ordinary and watch the owl house 😌✨💚💜
taglist: @moxy--sanders101 @lance-alt
Omg this is the cutest! 💜💚
crush crush crush crush crush
taglist:
@lance-alt
@moxysanders101
@sasmeo-bisaster
@mistythegirlfluxmess
@count-woe-laf
@justmeandmygayships
@heckinsnekboi
Alright lets go for a tripple threath! Logan remus and virgil fushion go!
I see what you did
We have a sexy artificer y'all
Imagine “pork soda” as dukexiety or creatitwins angst
How come no one makes dukexietys song “Stacy’s brother”? lol
Like you thought Virgil liked Roman but whoopsies he’s into his sleep paralysis demon bro
I hate when people sort of mis characterize Janus and Virgil’s dynamic
They don’t just berate insults at each other
Virgil’s minds his own business and tries to avoid Janus while Janus is just smug about it and goes up to him with some cryptic ass message. I don’t even think Janus completely hates Virgil.
Virgil is not Janus’s least favorite, they don’t always argue. If anything Janus probably hates Roman waaaay more than Virgil.
And Virgil doesn’t fully hate Janus, he hates him but probably does care for his well being and vice versa. They’re not enemies but they’re not friends either. I really want them to make up tbh 💀.
Same for Remus, he doesn’t hate Virgil and Virgil probably doesn’t hate him completely either.
People just make the dynamic hatred when it’s not just that.
(I don’t know how to properly describe this tbh 💀 so sorry if I don’t actually get what I want to say across)
Am I the only one that thinks Virgil and Remus are closer than what they let on? Their interactions in DWIT and Christmas vid just scream something to me.
And intrusive thoughts can cause lots of anxiety for the future or anxiety in general like “omg what if I do that?” Or “omg what if that happens” which is what Remus likes.
Virgil also likes making Thomas sort of weary of the future Pre AA so maybe Virgil and Remus were really close? Like shaggy and Scooby or smth lol. Like Virgil being remus’s lil buddy lol.
Remus is making Thomas have intrusive thoughts and Virgil is behind Remus making Thomas anxious about them lol.
I’m gonna make this an actual au lol ^^
Vamp Remus x human Virgil because Thomas confirmed Remus sleeps in a coffin in a tweet
Virgil was unhealthily obsessed with vampires (not to a weird annoying extent ofc but he loved them) then he met a weird vampire and was fascinated lol. That vampire was Remus. The vampire was weird asf but Virgil didn’t mind as first. Virgil was excited to have a vampire friend
But the vampire was already head over heels in love lol. He gave off the human hints of his affection but the human never gave in or noticed.
Virgil=21 year old college student
Remus= been alive since 18th century
Roman is in this au but it’s logince lol. He and Virgil are besties.
Remus lives in a castle with Roman. Their parents abandoned them when Roman and Remus were teens and left for a better life. (Roman is bitter about it but Remus doesn’t care)
The twins are close but Remus annoys Roman and Roman wants Remus to be more empathetic and more humane.
Roman is number dukexiety shipper cuz he’s never seen his brother like this before lol.
This is where I'd insert a joke about emo kids being mistaken for vampires if I had one
You know Remus would immediately latch onto this weird human gremlin. Unfortunately for him, courting in the 18th century is very different from modern dating, so of course Virgil doesn't catch on at first
And of course Remus would be just as oblivious if Virgil had the guts to flirt with him. The pure frustration building between the pair would drive Roman absolutely insane. How can his OTP be so dense?? This is why he's single. im gonna go ahead and willingly ignore that part of the ask before the ick hits
YESS
I wonder how the other dark sides reacted to Virgil ducking out
YESSS
Do you think Remus would get jealous of Virgil's spider because his spider is the only one Virgil can confidently say "I love you" to (because his spider is his baby and he adores it like Patton adores puppies)
CHEF’S KISS MWAH MWHA
Don't Drop Mr. Fuzzy
Word Count: 2405 (Ao3)
Characters: Virgil, Remus, Mr. Fuzzy
Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, fear of abandonment, death mention, violence mention, s/h mention, post-break up reconciliation
After the gift exchange, Virgil couldn't stop thinking about Remus, about the slip in his bubbly facade. So naturally he went running to the Duke, and not a moment too soon. Remus needed some affection.
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The gift exchange wasn't as much of a disaster as he thought. Sure he had a hiccup with his giftee doubting him, but Roman bitch slapped Janus. Patton was thrilled with his gift, but then there was his own present.
Virgil sat on his bed and stared at Mr. Fuzzy. He could admit it was cute, for something Remus made, and if he had no idea what it was made of he could be grateful for it. In private. Who really kept gifts from their ex?
“Maybe if I sanitize you, you won't be as gross,” Virgil said and turned it in his covered hands. He had yet to set it down, partly because he didn't want to contaminate his room, and partly because he felt guilty for dropping it after Remus' little outburst.
“Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped!”
The way Remus said that punched him in the amygdala. The layered voice, that rigid posture, those wide eyes—to an outsider it was uncanny, unsettling, but not to those who knew him. Virgil knew him all too well.
“Alright,” Virgil sighed and got up, headed for his desk. He conjured a small tub of warm water and that blue barber shop comb cleaner and set Mr. Fuzzy inside.
“I'll be back in ten, so just chill,” he said and stepped into the closet. There was no way he was wearing a sweater for the rest of the night! Maybe he could just go shirtless and play video games until bedtime, it was less work. But he still had to handle Mr. Fuzzy and hide it in the back of the closet somewhere.
That idea made his stomach churn. He was so tired of hiding things just so they could come out in the open again. And Remus' words were echoing in his skull again.
Mr. Fuzzy didn't like being dropped. Abandoned. Neither did Remus. And Virgil absolutely dropped and abandoned him. Virgil abandoned him and yet he still made him a gift with his own hands, a cute little blob that really fit his aesthetic.
He couldn't ignore the dread filling him as he peeled off his sweater. Remus used that voice. It was the same as the one Virgil used when he was on the verge of a panic attack. It was a cry for help.
He knew Remus had his moments when his thoughts drove him crazy, when he legitimately feared that they would become reality. He knew how horrible the duke felt despite his smile and impishness.
Why didn't he recognize it at the gift exchange? Was it his own anxiety about being stuck with Janus and Remus? Was it Janus' obvious discomfort with the situation, the discomfort that led him to drinking all that wine? It should have hit him much sooner than it did.
And as he finished getting into his pajamas, Virgil realized that he couldn't just sit by. He still cared about Remus, more than he should.
He grabbed Mr. Fuzzy, willed it dry, and sank out.
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Remus wandered down the hallway towards his bedroom. He didn't trust himself to sink out and appear in his own room, not when his mind was screaming at him. Now that Janus was in bed and cozy, and the party was over, he didn't have any distractions.
He just wanted to have fun in the chaos a drunk Janus brought to the “family gathering” and maybe give and get presents outside of the secret Santa. But all he got was a throw away, thoughtless gift (he loved it but it felt impersonal and did not help his thoughts) and a shock from his brother slapping his bestie. In hindsight it was exactly the kind of response to the building tension he enjoyed, but at that moment it was gnawing at his brain.
Janus dying from a snapped neck, leaving him.
Roman stabbing him through the gut, blood splattering up to his mustache.
Worst of all, Virgil hated the gift he made for him. Yes, he scoured his shower drain for it—it’s called recycling! But he made sure to clean the hair if only so the glue would stick! It was cute and creepy! Just like Virgil!
Virgil pushing him off a cliff into the void.
Silence. Darkness. Solitude. Only his thoughts telling him how he could die
Remus didn't realize he was digging his thumbnail into his fingers, going from pointer to pinky and back, until he reached his door. He could smell the blood on his hands. He was ready to scream and cry. Maybe he could cuddle with his favorite teddy and hide under the covers—
Suffocating. Blood vessels in his wide eyes breaking. His face turning red.
—curl up on top of the covers.
But his heart shattered when he opened the door. He couldn't even hold up his deranged smile. He had everything organized perfectly, clean, and nothing should have been out of place, but the unexpected hairball on his desk was staring at him. Mr. Fuzzy was back. Virgil didn't even want to keep it in his closet!
Tears welled in his eyes as he staggered towards the desk, not bothering to look at the rest of his room. Virgil actually hated him! He really was gone—
“Hey,” Virgil said softly. Remus whipped around and spotted his favorite edgelord perched on his bed. He was chewing his bottom lip and avoiding his eyes, but was he really there?
Remus timidly reached out and brushed Virgil’s arm with his bleeding fingers. He was not hallucinating.
“Can we talk?” Virgil asked and gently grabbed his hand. Remus nodded dumbly and sat down next to him.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“Are you doing alright? You kinda slipped back there,” Virgil said and scooted closer. He conjured some bandages and tended to his wounds.
“No. I miss you. I put so much time and effort into your gift and you don't like it, you even dropped it!” Remus pouted. He didn't have to plaster a smile on his face or pretend he wasn't hurting now. He couldn't hide his fingers so why hide anything else?
“I hate you” Virgil glaring at him with so much disdain.
“I was startled when you said you got the supplies from JoAnn Fabrics,” Virgil admitted, “I was expecting a catch, you never make something simple. And I never know what you have in store. I thought it might bite.”
“But you still don't like it. You were so unimpressed and unhappy. You said it was going to the back of your closet never to be seen again,” Remus shuddered as Virgil let go of his bandaged hands.
Virgil shoving him in the back of his closet and forgetting him.
“I was in a really bad mood,” Virgil said and wrapped an arm around him, “You know how much I hate social situations like that, especially with Janus running his mouth. I'm not shoving Mr. Fuzzy in my closet. I like it. It's actually pretty cute.”
Remus leaned into him and closed his eyes, not trying to fight the tears. This was too much and not enough.
“Do you hate me now?” he finally asked and glanced at Virgil. He hated how sad those eyes were, how dark his eyeshadow was.
He hates you. He wants you to disappear
“No, I don't hate you,” Virgil said and pulled him closer, “I don't have a lot of patience, and I get angrier than I used to. But I don't hate you.”
He'll pretend you don't exist
You'll wither to a skeleton when Janus leaves like he did
Remus shivered and scooted onto his lap. He clung to Virgil’s shirt and sobbed. Why wouldn't his brain just stop? Virgil was telling the truth! Virgil went looking for him! Virgil was worried about him!
“It's okay, Remus, I got you,” Virgil said and hugged him, “Your bad thoughts aren't real.”
“I don't want to be abandoned!” Remus sobbed and buried his face in Virgil’s shoulder, “I don't need anyone to like me! I just don't want to be alone! That's all I can think about!”
“After all these images of pain have cut right through you, I will kiss every scar and weep, you are not alone,” Virgil muttered and gently rocked him.
Remus tightened his grip and shook as a new wave of sobs wracked him. Virgil couldn't even see the claw marks on his arms, old crescent shaped scars from moments like these.
He'll see them and run from a lost cause.
“Do you want me to stay overnight?” Virgil asked and kissed his head. Remus didn't answer him. He was too busy crying his heart out.
Virgil hated seeing him like this. He knew Remus absolutely sobbed just as hard when he ended their relationship years ago. He knew that Remus unintentionally hurt himself when he was distressed. He knew that the duke needed someone to tell him he would be okay.
“Can you stay tonight?” Remus muttered once he calmed down, “I can sleep on the floor, just as long as you're here.”
“I'll stay,” Virgil responded and stroked his hair. It was still as soft as ever, “And you don't have to sleep on the floor.”
“But I get clingy and I might do something that makes you mad,” Remus pouted, “It's bad enough I want you back. I don't want you to leave me as a friend too.”
“After all the hell I put you through,” Virgil sighed, “you shouldn't want me back. I don't deserve a second chance.”
“Do you want one anyway?” Remus sniffled and dried his eyes. Virgil hugged him tighter and sighed.
“Yeah. I want that.”
“Did you want to get a clean shirt?” Remus asked and stared at the mess he made. He usually didn't mind snot but it stayed out of his bed. His bedroom was clean to fight his intrusive thoughts, his workshop was a hot stinky mess where he could go wild. That was one boundary he refused to cross.
“I don't mind going shirtless, but yeah I'm not wearing this to sleep.”
“You'd go shirtless in bed with me?” Remus gawked.
“If it's cool with you, yeah,” Virgil shrugged and averted his eyes, “but if you aren't I can get a clean shirt. But I would have to leave for a couple minutes.”
“I have your old A Day to Remember shirt if you want to wear that,” Remus muttered and scooted away from him.
“You kept that?”
“Yeah. It smells like you and it's comfy.”
“Let's get you out of that sweater and in something more comfortable,” Virgil said and got up. He helped Remus to his feet and peeled that stupid Christmas sweater off.
Remus shuddered as his bare skin met the air. It was soothing, no longer having any fabric smothering him.
Virgil snickered and tossed the sweater in the hamper at the foot of the bed.
“You might want to rename—” he said Mr. Fuzzy's eldritch name, “—at least in English.”
“Why?” Remus pouted. He was startled when Virgil ran his hands over his chest. It was a gentle touch, with no hidden meaning.
“Pretty sure you're the real Mr. Fuzzy,” Virgil teased, “You're still as soft and fluffy as ever.”
“Your shirt is in the dresser in the second drawer, no cuddles until you're not a snot boy,” Remus grumbled and averted his gaze. He was feeling too many things at once and he did not need to add mushy to that list.
“Who's fault is that?” Virgil scoffed playfully and shed his hoodie. He didn't wait for Remus to respond before going to the dresser and grabbing his old shirt.
“Yours. You let me use you as a tissue,” Remus jeered without much enthusiasm and got out of his pants. At least he was throwing quips and stripping like he normally did.
“You got me there,” Virgil said and changed shirts. He tossed the snotty one in the hamper and crept up behind Remus. The duke wasn't entirely present.
Remus yelped as Virgil grabbed him from behind and dragged him onto the bed. He squirmed and tried to escape, but Virgil's hold was too strong.
“You're cute when you try to fight me,” Virgil chuckled softly and kissed his cheek.
Virgil letting go of him. Letting him fall—
Remus flipped over and clung to him.
“Stay,” he grumbled and squeezed Virgil as tightly as possible.
“I'm staying. I'll only leave to use the bathroom,” Virgil said softly and rubbed his back. Remus stayed quiet, shivering from the touch. So he was starved for affection and Janus could only provide so much.
“Did you like your present?” Virgil asked after a few moments.
“Daddy didn't know what to get me so he got me something from a top ten list. I'll love it more when my thoughts quiet down,” Remus grumbled, “I'm just happy he got me something and didn't forget about me!”
“It’s hard to forget about you,” Virgil said and kissed his hair, “You're too sweet.”
“You mean that?”
“Yeah. You made me a gift with your own hands, a unique little eldritch horror that's cool and cute. You went out of your way to make it.”
“It's cute and cuddly and it eats stuff from the shower drain. It keeps things clean!”
“It's alive?” Virgil asked, horrified.
“Yeah. I didn't think that would be a big deal,” Remus wilted.
“I stuck it in a tub of barbicide for ten minutes. Did I kill it?” Virgil panicked.
A shrill chirp pulled him from his spiraling. He glanced over Remus' shoulder and saw the little hairball on the bed.
“Mr. Fuzzy likes getting dangerous baths,” Remus giggled. Virgil immediately relaxed when he heard that beautiful sound.
“Can it join in the cuddle pile? It doesn't like Remus being sad,” Virgil asked. Remus snuggled closer and nodded. He needed all the affection he could get.
Almost immediately four long, hairy tentacles wrapped around Remus' torso. Virgil was surprised but not shocked. There was always a catch with Remus' creations.
“Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped and he doesn't like letting go,” Virgil mused as a fifth tentacle curled around his arm.
“How did you know that about it?” Remus grumbled.
“I didn't. I was talking about a different Mr. Fuzzy,” Virgil replied and kissed the top of his head, “And I'm not dropping you again.”