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brandstifter-sys · 2 years

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Pomp and Princes

Chapter 2: Knights of the Round (Ao3)

Word Count: 1247

Rating: T+

Characters: Virgil, Remy, Remus, Roman

Warnings: genderbend, fem!remy, ftm!virgil, nonbinary!remus, mtf!roman, mild sex mention

The night before he has to go on tour, Remy drags Virgil to her favorite duo’s final concert. And he just so happens to catch a certain performer’s attention

Virgil was really busy with work, taking on extra hours to stock shelves. He had to pay for a four month supply of his medication, his part of the rent for the next two months, and food. Remy was fine with handling the rent for the next year if he wanted her to, but Virgil insisted. It was a fun argument.

On top of all that, he had to learn twelve songs from sheet music. He recorded them when he had them down so he could listen to them while he worked. Remy got sick of hearing them over and over, but she didn't complain. Virgil was a fast learner and he was going to be awesome. But he needed to get out and live a little.

That's why he was here, front row, by the stage, waiting for the final act with his headphones in. Remy was shaking with excitement, staring at the stage with stars in her eyes. She never did find anyone else to go with her, which meant Virgil was going to have to deal with a late night before his 5am trip. The trunk was packed up with his stuff so that was one less thing to worry about. And Remy only wanted to worry about one thing.

"Virgie can you believe—? We're gonna get to see them so close! And then we get to meet them! Roma and Remus! I'm gonna lose it!" she squealed, aware that she was talking to the air. She didn't mind, she was too busy wondering what the "princes" were up to…

"Call time in three!" a man in a polo and khakis shouted as the twins adjusted their costumes.

"Our last show together," Roma said with a smirk, "Ready?"

"Me?" Remus asked and wiggled his mustache in thought while he adjusted his collar, "I'm ready for my next tour! Jay got a band together real quick, and he said they're not cis."

"Not even you!"

"I'm a marvelous maverique boy and I am going to rock the world! Without dressing like a gay hairdresser on Halloween!"

"Just make it through tonight," Roma said with a sad smile, "And you better send pics of all the places you get to see while I'm stuck in LA filming."

"You're not getting any pics of the people I screw!" Remus teased, making Roma's face scrunch up with disgust.

"Places!" the man in khakis shouted. It was time…

The dim lights in the house dimmed even further and a low hum rumbled from the speakers. Virgil paid it all no mind, but Remy was screaming and jumping as the stage backdrop lit up red and green and two spotlights landed center stage on dense fog.

"Ladies, Lords, and Non-binary Royalty!" A voice boomed over the speakers, it was a recording of the twins' voices merged to sound like one person but it didn't work too well. The crowd erupted into cheers as ten backup dancers skipped on stage, dressed in fairytale clothes.

"Your wait is over!" the voice boomed over the music that was picking up. The dancers on stage moved fluidly with the beat while the crowd lost its cool.

"Oh my god, Virgie! They're starting with 'No Holding Back' I can't even!" Remy squealed, only to find Virgil still listening to his playlist—emo song, song he had to learn, emo song, song he had to learn, and so on. He was just jamming with his eyes closed, so Remy could still live if she pulled an earbud out to gush. But she didn't want to lose her hand.

Remy didn't bother worrying about her friend, not when the duo of the evening rose up in the middle of the stage.

Roma and Remus shared a look when the platform stopped and grinned. It was showtime! They strode forward, in sync, past the dancers and to the front of the stage. The crowd went absolutely apeshit! But a certain person in the front row caught Remus' attention as he performed.

Virgil was too busy to care about the uproar. He was lounging in his seat, mimicking how to move his fingers on the frets for his gig. He didn't notice Remy losing her mind and squealing because Remus was looking their way, more than just once.

Truth be told, Remus was confused, there were so many people who wanted to see Pomp and Princes, so many people who would kill for a ticket, and yet someone who didn't want to pay any attention to the performance was seated in the most expensive seats! And he wasn't even a parent! He was lucky that the oddity wasn't throwing him off—just the guy's hotness.

Roma was good at subtly keeping him on track through their entire set list, and she did a lot more talking between songs, which Remus was fine with. He was tired and sweaty and he wanted to get out of his costume and find that Gerard Way-looking hottie in the hoodie before he left.

"Thank you so much for your support and applause!" Roma said after the second last song, "This is as you know, our last performance!" A discontented rumble reached them from the crowd.

"I know, I know," Remus sighed, "But we're ogre it! We have to move forward. So for our last song, let's make it count. If you know the words, sing along!"

"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the guards?" Roma sang acapella, "Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising wars?"

"Isn't there a dark knight, upon a fiery steed? Late at night, I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need!" Remus continued, butchering the lyrics. The crowd went nuts again, everyone shouting at the top of their lungs, one phrase took over the venue:

"Hit it!"

The music started, rising in a crescendo just like the cheers from the crowd. The backup dancers were in full swing and the twins pulled their prop swords from their belts. What kind of princes wouldn't have a staged sword fight!?

By this point, Virgil's ipod had died and he was not about to waste his phone battery. He lazily glanced at Remy, who was standing up and flipping out, and then to the stage.

How those two managed to keep singing in key and in time and then sparring like in the Princess Bride, and then back was beyond him. He was impressed, sure, but he wanted to get out of there and out of his binder, and maybe hit up the nearest diner with Remy. He didn't expect to get any sleep that night anyway.

"I need a hero!" Roma sang the last line of the song and fell to her knees. Remus was a few feet in front of her, and he charged, prop sword drawn. He leapt onto the air and flipped over Roma while the pyrotechnics near the back of the stage went off, silhouetting the duo. Remus stuck the landing holding his sword in the air with one hand on his hip. The crowd lost it and then the lights went out.

"Holy shit! Virgie!" Remy screamed and grabbed her friend by the shoulders, "That was like so epic!—Ohemgee, get up! We're going backstage right now!" Virgil pushed her back and got up, rolling his neck with a satisfying pop.

"Let's get this over with," he sighed. Remy was too happy to really dampen her mood.

I update this on Ao3 faster than here fyi

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remy sanders #ftm!virgil #fem!remy #remus sanders #nonbinary!remus #roman sanders #mtf!roman #genderbend #eventual dukexiety #sex mention tw #pomp and princes au #sandyscribed

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meow--or--never · 4 days

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Therian! Baby brother Logan & Older sibling Remy has my whole heart rn so I wrote this one shot :3

(Remy is a she/her nb)

“-Yeah, and then I was like- Oh, one sec. Logan’s at the door.” Remy turned the phone away and looked to her baby brother. “What’s up, pipsqueak?”

“I, uh,” Logan took a deep breath, before he began to move into the other’s room. “I have something to tell you.”

Remy raised an eyebrow slightly, hanging up on the friend to keep things just between the siblings. “What’s up? Are you being bullied again? I know I’m eighteen now, so I can’t beat a kid’s ass, but I could hire some other eleven year old to-”

“No- No.” Logan chuckled awkwardly, getting on the bed besides Remy when she offered the room. “I… I’m a therian.”

“What?”

“I’m a therian.”

“Logan, you know damn well I mean what as in ‘what is that’ and not what as in ‘what did you say’.” As mean as it might have sounded, Logan would know and take it as a lighthearted statement.

“Oh, right.” He smiled slightly.

Even with the smile, however, it was clear he was anxious. He knew his sister wouldn’t be disgusted by him or anything; at most she just wouldn’t understand— but would still be okay with it!

“So,” Logan started, but then took a moment to think. What was the best way to explain this to Remy? “A therian, essentially, is someone who identifies as some sort of animal. There’s more to it, and different versions, and stuff, but I don’t want to confuse you or anything.”

“Kinda like a furry?” Remy asked, trying to relate something she knew about to the conversation.

“Uh, no. A furry is someone who enjoys anthropomorphic animals and sometimes dresses like one. A therian is someone who is physically human and identifies as an animal.” He held his breath as the other nodded silently, thinking more. He let it go when the other spoke.

“Cool.” She ruffled his hair a tad. “So, like, what animal thing are you? Ooh, are you a dragon? That’d be cool.”

Logan laughed softly, relaxing against the wall behind him. “No, no. I’m a dog, I’m not sure what kind just yet, but I can tell I’m a dog.”

“Ah, dang. Dragons are cooler. Maybe I’m a dragon.”

Logan smiled slightly, nodding. “Yeah, maybe…”

Weeks passed by, and the conversation wasn’t brought up again. Logan assumed that Remy had forgotten about the whole thing and what he had said to her. It’s not that it 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 him or anything… He just wished she would’ve been more into it, or maybe asked more questions, or something, he didn’t know. But she didn't hate him or was disgusted by him, so he was happy enough.

It was Logan’s birthday now. Well, actually, his birthday was in a few days, but his birthday 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 was today. It wasn’t a big party, as Logan didn’t have very many friends his age, but it was the perfect size for him. His mom and dad were there, obviously. As was his sister Remy, her partner Remus, Remus’s brother Roman (who Logan has never met before, but still liked because Roman had the biggest gift). There was Remy’s ex boyfriend Cody, and Logan’s nephew Luis. There were a few family members Logan didn’t quite recognize, yet claimed to remember him when he was only 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘴𝘴 small, but they mainly stuck to the back porch to socialize with most of the other adults.

The party took place in the Somnums’ backyard, which was just the right size for every family get-together. Most of the adults, as stated before, were on the back porch conversing with one another; however, three adults (the coolest adults there) were sitting in the shed Logan lovingly called his ‘tree house with the tree not included’. The three talked about what they thought was in each gift, what Logan thought would be the best present, how much money they’d think he’d get, etc.

Soon enough, however, Logan realized something very important. Remy hadn’t brought him a gift. It’s not that Logan is one of those kids that expect a gift from everyone on the planet come their birthday, no, it was the fact Remy 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 had not given him a gift. For as long as he could remember, even when he was just adopted, Remy always gave him at least one gift. He was never told ‘it hasn’t come in the mail yet’, because in cases where it actually was still in the mail, Remy would go to the store as soon as possible to get a gift. Remy 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 was left with no present.

Worry began to sink into Logan while the other three got lost in a conversation about some silly topic. Remy had been talking about moving in with Remus so she could be closer to college and not have to spend as much money. Was she broke? Could she even support herself? Remus was rich, was Remy forcing herself in a relationship so she could have a stable money source? Logan loved his sister dearly, and couldn’t stand the thought of her in a miserable life. So, he decided to ask if she was financially stable and safe. It just didn’t sound how he meant it— to outside ears at the least.

“Where’s my present?”

Remus almost began to snort at the invasive sounding question, stopping with a gruff mumble when Remy slapped their arm.

Without his consent, Logan’s lip quivered and his eyes grew wet behind his glasses. Remy stood up from her awkward position on the floor, a smile as soft as it was sympathetic was on her face. She offered her arms for a hug, easily wrapping them around the worried boy when he accepted. She petted his head softly, allowing the other to relax in the hug and calm himself before saying anything.

What she 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥to say was something along the lines of: “it’s okay, I’m okay, I simply don’t want to give you your gift right now. I will later though.”

But what she 𝘥𝘪𝘥 say was, “It’s in my room. If I’m totally honest, it’s an awesome gift. 𝘞𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘺 too awesome for these losers. They don’t even get to see it, because it’s so awesome and better than their gifts, unless you give them permission.” She stopped talking, then thought of something, so quickly added on to the statement. “But when you open it, they’re not allowed to see. It’ll blind them and shit, too cool.”

Logan couldn’t help but smile, looking up at the other. “You said awesome practically a million times.”

Remy shrugged, booping her brother. “Because it’s, like, a million times awesomer than these boring gifts.”

“‘Awesomer’ isn’t even a word.”

“Sure it is, pipsqueak, I’m looking at a shining example of one.” She cupped his cheeks, squishing them in her hands.

Logan laughed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

The party went by wonderfully. They ate food, had cake and other sweets, sang until Logan was beyond embarrassed, and finally opened presents. His presents are as follows, if you’re even interested: a large science experiment kit, two books (one about dinos and one about axolotls), ballet style shoes, skateboarding gear, tickets to a ballet performance in the next town over, money from family members who didn’t know what to get, and whatever it was Remy had hidden away in her room. Logan was quite happy with what he had gotten.

Most of the guests stayed longer than the party was meant to be, the Queen twins leaving so they could get home in time. Luckily Logan’s parents understood how tired the boy could get, and allowed him to go to his room to recover after so much socializing. He laid down on his bed, thinking. What was it that Remy could have gotten him? What was so awesome that others weren’t allowed to see it yet? His thoughts continued until he had fallen asleep.

He awoke with a gasp. Perfectly reasonable thing to do whenever your older sister plops down on your bed and causes you to be tossed up a bit. Logan's eyes had shot open when the events happened, and he sat up quickly so he could better figure out what was happening. He saw Remy and he began to relax somewhat. Okay, he was safe, he wasn't being abducted by aliens or anything.

“Remy, what time is it? What do you want?” He grabbed his glasses from his bedside table, putting them on.

“It's not too late, don't worry. Anyways, I have your gifts, if you want to open them now?”

Logan smiled and nodded faintly. He adjusted to sit besides Remy, brushing his fingers through his hair to try and fix it. He watched as Remy left the room for a short amount of time, and came back with a box that was probably just outside his door.

“Phew,” Remy huffed out, dropping the box on the floor in front of Logan as if it was the heaviest thing in the world. “Alrighty, open it up. If you open it fast enough, I’ll think about taking you out to 7-11, or something, and we can go eat ice cream on the roof.”

Logan's smile brightened, not saying anything as he began to open up the box. He froze when he saw the interior contents, a choked noise leaving him. Inside the box were three, most likely very expensive, things. A dog-ear headband, a mask in the style of a husky, and a matching tail made to hook onto a belt. Logan wasn’t sure if he was a husky or not, but he knew huskies were Remy's favorite dog. He didn’t realize that he had begun crying until Remy was awkwardly hugging Logan, worried that she had done something wrong or had somehow offended the other.

“Oh– Pipsqueak– Don’t cry– I’m sorry–” Remy said softly, petting his hair to try and calm him.

“I love it–” He said through sobs, hugging it all carefully close to himself. “I love you–”

“Oh,” She smiled softly, kissing her younger brother’s forehead. “I love you too…”

#one shot #long post #long one shot #sanders sides #logan sanders #remy sanders #logan and remy are siblings #fem remy sanders #intrusleep #Logan Sanders's birthday #therian #therian Logan Sanders #therian one shot

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tss-whumper · 5 months

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my whump intro!

hey, gang!! i'm annie, you might know me from my main blog (@prodigal-explorer). this is my side blog, and it's a place for all things sanders sides whump! whump isn't a very big thing in this fandom, but i really love it and i think this fandom has so much whump potential.

to clear things up for anyone confused, whump is basically a genre of fanfic/headcanons/content where characters (they are called whumpees) are being hurt either by other characters (they are called whumpers) or by natural elements such as sickness and weather. sometimes, there are characters who help whumpees feel better, or protect them from whumpers (they are called caretakers). whump is sort of like hurt/comfort, but there's not always the guarantee of comfort. whether or not there's comfort is up to personal preference! when it comes to whump, pretty much any kind of pain/injury/hurt is on the table, so when engaging with it, it's important to read tags carefully, just for your own safety!

with this blog, the characters from sanders sides will be playing whumpees, whumpers, and caretakers in an assortment of ways! characters will not always be named. sometimes it will just be (side a) or (side b), or it will just be labeled as "whumper" or "whumpee" if i don't really have a sanders sides character in mind for the scenario.

more info about my page and what i will and won't write below! (warning: i don't censor any of my words, so proceed with caution if that bothers you. some of the content i mention is very sensitive.)

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i LOVE writing:

whumpee!roman

whumpee!logan

caretaker!janus

caretaker!remus

caretaker!virgil

whumper!patton

emotional/verbal abuse

physical abuse

familial abuse

religious trauma

pet whump

whumpee turned caretaker

caretaker turned whumpee

caretaker turned whumper

small whumper and large whumpee

medieval whump

canonverse whump

non-canonverse whump

ropes/chains

stress positions

inhumane punishments (especially when they have significant meanings in the story)

sunshine character who is secretly the whumper

whumpers who genuinely think they're doing the right thing

whumpees who are bad people

caretakers who don't know how to be a caretaker/bad caretaker

unreliable narrator

eating disorders

humiliation

age gaps (as long as they're painted in a bad light)

whumpees of marginalized communities (poc, lgbtq+ besides gay cis white men, disabled, fat, jewish, etc.) because there is NOT ENOUGH OF THAT IN THE WHUMP COMMUNITY. i get it's tricky territory and you have to be careful with it, but why are little white guys the only ones getting rescued and taken care of?

descriptive fics

multi-chapter fics

one-shots

drabbles

bullet fics

songfics

scriptfics

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i WILL write:

blood/gore

whumpee turned whumper

whumper turned whumpee

suicidal thoughts/ideation

sa/noncon

prostitution

boxboy (though i don't have much experience, so i will be learning as i go!)

whumpee!virgil

whumpee!janus

whumpee!remus

caretaker!roman

caretaker!logan

whumper!virgil

whumper!remus

whumper!janus

whumper!logan

lady whump (it's not my favorite but i'll do it)

delusions

sick whump

emento

wilderness whump

child whump

children whumping children

whump with remy/sleep, c!thomas, and emile picani (i'll write them as any role, whumpee/whumper/caretaker)

whumpee x caretaker (as long as it's not codependent)

toxic whumpee x whumper (where it's clear that the relationship is not a good one)

whumpee x whumpee

courtroom scenes

major character death

unhappy endings

happy endings

bittersweet endings

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i WILL NOT write:

whumpee!patton

caretaker!patton

whumper!roman

tiny whump (just not my thing)

fem side x masc side (especially when the whumpee is the fem side)

any whump involving thomas sanders (like the real person) or any of his friends.

anything relating to bodily waste

detailed descriptions of needles (it just freaks me out lol)

feel free to send in an ask requesting anything you want me to write or react to, as long as it's not in the "will not write" category. if you don't see what you want listed anywhere, just assume that i will write it! there isn't a lot that i don't do, but i will not negotiate with the boundaries i have, so please don't try to convince me!

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yourmypenguin · 2 years

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Hiiii penni, I’m re ally fucking sad at the moment and you get the happy chemicals going so hi, I love you, I lubr yoir aet anf thsnk upu(3

what's up typo anon, my online name is danni or penguin whatever, i am here with uh, more sketches and doodles i made, they are a bit old and rotten, but they're still edible i guess, eat up, cry yourself out, hope you feel better

#myart #sander sides #sander sides fanart #fan art #thomas sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #fem!logan #roman sanders #ts roman #fem!roman #ts remy sanders #ts emile #emile picani #fem!emile #fem!remy #fem!sander sides

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aidensm8 · 4 years

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Could you,, maybe do,,, more fem Remy and Emile,,,?

And they were roommates

#fem sides #fem remy #remy sanders #ts remy #ts emile #emile picani #fem emile #remile #doodlem8 #ask request

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Strippper Fem!Sides Outfit Headcanon 2

Janus:

Logan:

Patton:

Remus:

Roman:

Virgil:

Bonus Characters

Remy:

Emile

Andy:

Dayd:

Pryce:

Teal:

October:

Dice:

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creativity-no-renewal · 3 years

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Transfem! Roman is a sword lesbian

That’s it that’s the post

#remy writes #roman sanders #sanders sides #fem sides #I’m also saying trans Roman instead of just fem Roman because we love trans sides in this house

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dyke-remy · 3 years

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Remy has been gone for 10 days!

Fem! Remy and Remus (Remma)! Remy is a they/them lesbian and Remma uses any pronouns but usually goes by she/her and is an ace lesbian. Remma is a bodybuilding coach btw. She started lifting weights to be able to pick her partners up and carry them around. She can and will punch people. Remy works as a writer at a gossip magazine.

#countdown #remy sanders #remus sanders #ts remus #ts remy #sanders sides #fem sides

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nachosforfree · 4 years

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Fem! Desleep? (Maybe with some short Janus??)

#em draws shit #art #doodle #sanders sides #ts shorts #remy sanders #janus sanders #fem deceit #desleep #sleepceit #fem sides #fem remy #asks

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potestessemagishomosexualitatis · 4 years

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I used this dollmaker to design some fem!sides!

Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil, Deceit and Remy (Sleep) in sleepover, day-wear and party outfits.

#logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #sanders sides #ts sides #fem!sides #fem sides #genderswap #my art

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d-c-it · 4 years

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Human AU, fem! Remy! Idk if i wrote starbie right and i was too lazy to check it ksjskajan

Remus, Patton, Virgil, Roman, Janus, Logan

#sanders sides #remy sanders #ts remy #ts sleep #I will probably do emile too #My art #Human au #Fem au #Fem! remy

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brandstifter-sys · 2 years

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Pomp and Princes

Chapter 1: Introduction to Destruction (Ao3)

Rating: T+

Characters: Virgil, Remy, Janus

Warnings: genderbend (Remy), ftm!Virgil, eventual dukexiety

Virgil is a guitarist and average guy who gets the chance of a lifetime

Everyone has their limits, everyone has to walk their own path. That's what they told the press before going on their final tour. Pomp and Princes broke up and millions of fans were hopelessly crushed.

"Virgie!" Remy groaned, draped across the futon in their shared apartment. Virgil was sitting on the ground, tuning his guitar—a purple Stratocaster with a storm cloud on the body. He was fairly neutral about the end of yet another pop band, even if they were his roommate's idols.

"Rem, you've literally said the same thing fifteen times today. I'm over here trying to practice and I can't with your broken-record bitching," Virgil scoffed and flipped the hair from his face. Remy pouted at him and scoffed.

"My babies broke up! The Royal Dream twins won't be Pomp and Princes! No more new music, no more tours! You have no idea how horrible it is!"

"My. Chemical. Romance."

"They're back, try again!"

"Chiodos. Close to Home. Metallica. Scary Kids Scaring Kids. Aiden. I Am Ghost."

"Okay so you get it! Gu—Babes show a bitch some sympathy!"

"It's been a week, Rem, a week. Everyday has been the same repeat whining over and over for hours. I'm not saying you can't be upset but I have other shit to do. You got plenty of sympathy from me. But right now I am not available to be your therapist," Virgil said with an edge to his voice. Remy pouted and got up.

"I'm gonna go out, hangout with some friends downtown. I'm already ordering a Lyft."

"Stay safe, text me with location updates, and don't get killed," Virgil responded. Getting out would be good for Remy, and it would give him some peace and quiet.

"Fine," Remy groaned and left him alone. The coffee thot really needed to get out and distract herself. And it would give Virgil some time to himself alone.

About two hours after Remy left, Virgil was putting his guitar away in his room. He was ready for a shower and then mindlessly scrolling through tumblr when his phone rang. It was a number he didn't recognize, but he couldn't ignore it, not when he had his number posted for musical gigs like birthday parties or weddings.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Virgil Segreti, I'm Janus Catesby, a manager from Galactic Records," a man with a low, suave voice responded on the other end of the line.

"This is Virgil," he said, his mind already reeling. Galactic Records was one of the biggest record companies in the country. They signed some of his favorites like Edge of Yesterday and Colder than my Heart, and some big performers like Pomp and Princes. This was too good to be true.

"Excellent. My client is looking for a guitarist to go on tour with him in a month. I was looking through different listings nationally and checking their posted samples and performances and my client could use your skills and frankly your specific style and taste."

"Is this a prank call?" Virgil squeaked, clutching his phone tightly. It was way too good to be true.

"I'm afraid not. If you agree it would be a three month tour across the country, with performances most evenings. You would of course be compensated handsomely. He will be setting off in exactly one month from tomorrow across the river from Philadelphia."

"And you want me to do this? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Can I assume that you're interested?"

"Yeah—yes, definitely!" Virgil gasped, trembling from his knees to his arms.

"Then I'll send you the parts you have to learn. Your email is listed on your page, correct?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. I'll include the address where we'll meet up for the trip and the time you should arrive when I have the details, assume it's early morning. I look forward to working with you and you can email me any questions after you get the itinerary. Have a nice evening," Janus said and hung up. Virgil dropped his phone and stared at the wall as it hit him. This was a dream come true—performing in the background on tour with someone signed with the Galactic Records.

He shrieked and squealed and spun around the room, bubbling with glee. He didn't hear his phone vibrate and continued to excitedly bounce around his room. How could he not be excited?

Not even ten minutes later Remy burst into the apartment and shrieked with joy. She wasted no time slamming into Virgil's door and knocking frantically.

"Rem holy shit!" Virgil squealed when he flung open the door and pulled her into a hug, "I can't believe it!"

"Me either! So glad you're hype about it too! I have the luck of the gods! I can't even!" Remy cheered and hugged him tighter. Virgil, however, froze.

"Wait, what?" he said, breaking free from the hug. Remy stared at him like he was crazy.

"I texted you! I won tickets to see Pomp and Princes! Front row seats with backstage passes! And since I have no one else to drag along, you're coming with!"

"What!? I never agreed to that!" Virgil sneered. Remy shrugged.

"Too bad! It's exactly a month away and I know you don't have to work!" Remy retorted with her hands on her hips. Virgil groaned and ran a hand down his face.

"I just got the gig of a lifetime, and it starts the day after your stupid concert."

"Gig of a lifetime? Babes, I need deets!" Remy gasped and grabbed his shoulders excitedly.

"A guy from Galactic Records called, I'm going on tour with some singer who needs a guitarist. Three months on the road, getting paid to play."

"Virgey!" Remy squealed and hugged him, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "Oh my God, that's incredible! You get to be a rockstar! And to celebrate we get to meet Pomp and Princes!"

"Try to find someone else to go, I have a feeling it's gonna be an early morning or a very late night."

"Oh okay, but no promises. Hoes gotta work! Just like you will! It's like your dream come true!" Remy cheered. She was so right!

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