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logically-asexual · 10 months

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I wanted to be seen

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Superheroes AU. Roman, Patton and Virgil are a team of good guys who fight against Evil (Janus and Remus). They get Logan to work for them with like hacking and getting important information from the villains. But Janus tries to convince Logan that he deserves better.

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Part 2

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When Logan woke up, golden light was illuminating the room through soft white curtains. He wasn’t used to waking when the sun was already up and he became even more disoriented when he didn’t recognize the small bedroom he was in.

It was simple, with a single bed, a clear desk, and a dresser, presumably empty. He stayed motionless for a minute as he tried to piece together where he was now and why.

He remembered meeting Deceit and being handcuffed by him. He remembered trying to escape, but he didn’t remember being successful. He remembered being carried and then sitting in the backseat of a car.

Finally, it all clicked.

They left him. They never came back for him. He made a bet with Deceit and Logan lost it because they left him. Now he was kidnapped somewhere and had no idea what Deceit would do with him.

A commonly known fact about this villain was that he was good at scheming, and always made sure no one would be around to witness his actions. That meant nobody knew anything about him other than rumors about his appearance, which originated from cryptic pictures some people claimed to have caught. Though it was a very similar situation as with UFO’s. People would photograph anyone wearing a bowler hat and claim it was Deceit. Nobody actually knew the truth.

If that was the case… And Logan had met this man face to face… What would happen to him? Would he be killed for knowing too much? Would he be kept captive forever? Would his memories be erased? No, that was impossible. Logan’s mind was spiraling. He needed to come back to reality.

As he began sitting up, someone barged into his room.

It was a man dressed in an outfit that Logan wouldn’t know how to begin describing. The puffy sleeves, high neck and flares at the hem of the shirt and ends of the sleeves reminded him of medieval nobility. Most of the fabric was black, with some bright green accents, like the sash, and covered in glitter.

The man wore black pants and high boots. His eyes were a bright red and he had purple eyeshadow around them, making him look ill. However, the crazed look in his eyes and the energy with which he entered suggested otherwise.

“Baby Techie! Good morning!” He yelled. “Are you ready for your adventure?”

“What?” He replied tiredly.

“I’m taking you to the office! Boss’s orders. We’d thought you’d be up by now.” He looked downwards at Logan’s body still half under the covers.

Logan realized at that moment that he was in his underwear. He felt his face heat in embarrassment, which the other man must have seen because he explained:

“Oh, we burned your clothes. They were disgusting. There’s new ones in there.” He pointed to the dresser. “Put them on if you want to and I’ll see you outside!”

He slammed the door closed and left Logan back in silence.

They… took his clothes off? While he slept? And then burned them? What was he doing here again?

He stood and went to the dresser. There he found several new sets of clothes. First, there was a horrifying blue and orange jester costume. He carefully put it aside, hoping someone had made a mistake when putting it there. Then, another costume, but this was a gray mouse onesie. Logan wondered if this was some kind of joke, or a nightmare.

After some digging, he found simple black pants and a silver gray button up shirt. He put them on quickly, before walking out of the room.

He met the man in green again on the other side of the door, who pouted upon seeing Logan’s choice of clothing.

”Nooo! Why so boring?” He exclaimed.

Logan paid him no mind, and followed as they began walking along the hallway. It was wide, with identical doors to one side and framed pieces of art on the opposite wall. All the paintings included a variety of snakes, dark forests, or close-up eyes. The interior design seemed otherwise minimalist, with all walls painted a light gray and the floors made of marble. The frames of the paintings called one’s attention for their striking golden color. Logan wondered if they were made of real gold.

“My name is Remus, by the way. But you can call me Duke, or Dookie, or Daddy, or anything you want, I’m open minded,” the man said with a wink.

“Logan,” he replied.

Remus proceeded to talk Logan’s ears off with gruesome descriptions of how much he hated Logan’s team –or ex-team, he guessed– of superheroes and what he would do to them if he was allowed.

How had Logan never heard of this guy before? If he worked with Deceit maybe he was just as good as him at covering his footprints. It was also true that Logan only researched what Prince asked him to, maybe Prince had only heard about Deceit and not this partner of his.

They made it to a white stairway with golden railings, walked down and then turned to walk into a small study.

In contrast to the modern design of what –Logan assumed– was Deceit’s mansion, the study looked like it was pulled out from an old detective movie. The antique wooden furniture and the smell of cigarette smoke and coffee made Logan feel like he was in a completely different place and time. Deceit, dressed in an onyx-colored shirt, a vest, dress pants, the bowler hat and gloves, looked like he had come out of one of those movies himself.

Everything seemed too clean. Maybe they wouldn’t kill him yet. Or at least his death wouldn’t involve pouring blood over the carpet. Deceit doesn’t seem to be the kind of person to enjoy having bloodstains. Remus, on the other hand…

Logan tried to stop his mind from reeling and his body from shaking. He would spend his last minutes with dignity.

Deceit dismissed Remus with a subtle rise of an eyebrow, which Logan found quite impressive. Once they were alone and the door was closed, he extended a hand towards a chair in front of his desk. Logan sat down slowly.

Deceit sat across from him. He rested his chin on the back of his hand, looking Logan in the eye.

“So here’s the thing, Logic–”

Logan tilted his head at the name, but stayed quiet.

The villain laid a few papers on the desk. “—you’re going to fact-check all this information for me with the secrets you know about Prince and in a few hours I’ll send Remus to you with more instructions. He will take you now to your work desk.” He signaled for Logan to step out.

His eyes widened. “Wait. What?” he stuttered.

Deceit didn’t grant him any more words as Logan evaluated what had just been said. They wanted him to… work? Well… That meant he would at least be of some use before he died. Should he really be thankful for that? No, that was nonsense. Deceit was toying with him. He needed to get away of this place as soon as possible.

He stood. “What makes you think I’m just going to work for you?”

Deceit stared at him emotionless. “Whatever do you mean, darling?”

Logan blinked. “I’m not just going to follow your orders! This is kidnapping! And you’re a villain! I— I am going to get out of here.” He turned to leave, but was stopped by Deceit speaking again.

“And where are you planning to go?”

“I—“ His hand hesitated over the door knob. “It doesn’t matter. Away.”

Of course Logan was scared of being alone. He didn’t think any of Prince’s enemies would know what he looked like but in the case that they did he was defenseless. He was also scared of what would happen to him here. At least out there there was some likelihood he would never be found, while here he was right in the hands of one of the superheroes’ greatest rivals.

Deceit’s hand pushed the door, even if Logan hadn’t tried to open it yet. “May I remind you that we had a deal, my mouse?” the man spoke from behind him. “You belong to me now.”

“That—“ Logan stuttered, refusing to turn around, “That doesn’t mean anything.”

Deceit turned downwards in disappointment, “And here I thought I had finally helped you see the truth.” After a pause, he withdrew his hand from the door and used it to hold Logan’s. “Very well, then. You may go, but first I want to show you something.”

Maybe it was because Logan didn’t know what he would do once he was free and wanted to postpone the pressure of that inevitable decision, but he let Deceit lead him across the mansion and up many flights of stairs and different elevators to the top of the building. They reached the final floor and Deceit walked in front of him along the hallway to a door. He opened it, and the sight froze Logan in place.

The room was huge, with a high ceiling painted with the night sky and with a giant telescope pointing out of it. In the center of the room was a spherical screen, showing a full view of the Earth rotating and its changing weather. The space was surrounded by rows of shelves with uncountable books in them on the right and the racks of computation nodes for a supercomputer on the left. The wall adjacent to the door on that side was covered with screens that at the moment showed footage of the city, a database with information about the superheroes, constant news updates, and more. On the other side of the door, the wall had shelves with equipment for chemical experiments, and a long desk in front of it to work on them.

Logan stood at the entrance with his mouth agape, until he felt the smooth fabric of Deceit’s glove under his chin as he gently pushed his jaw back up.

“Wh— What’s all this?”

“Just a little gift,” Deceit answered, looking proudly at the room, “that I prepared for when you decided to join us.”

Logan stuttered, incapable of speech or thought. “For me?” he managed to say.

“Just for you.”

Looking around him, trying to get over the initial shock, Logan tried to get his thoughts in order. “No. No, this is bribery! I am not exchanging my freedom for—“ his eyes shifted and his voice was trembling “— for any of this. Just… return it to wherever you stole it from. I don’t want anything to do with it!”

“Oh come on, don’t act like a saint with strong principles now.” Deceit rolled his eyes to land directly on Logan’s, and began getting closer. “Don’t pretend you didn’t do whatever it took to comply with your little boss’s directions. I know what you were up to under those incognito accounts.”

Logan stumbled backwards until his back collided with the cold metal of a rack.

“Besides, it’s not only for bribery, I got all this because I do need it.” Deceit had stopped moving only a foot away from him and looked around once again. “Especially the computer. I need it for some exciting plans I am working on. And I need you to operate it.”

“Me?”

Deceit’s expression became softer. “Yes, Logan. I need you.”

Logan’s breath shouldn’t have been taken away by that simple sentence, but it was. He was needed. His entire life, all he had ever wanted was to be needed. He had always been replaceable, inconsequential, he entered and left every room without being noticed or cared for. He thought he was important for Prince’s team, but he wasn’t; it was clear to him now.

Something shifted inside him. Someone needed him. Deceit, the most powerful villain in the world, needed him.

He took a deep breath as soon as his tightened chest allowed him to, and as he let the air out, a word escaped with it.

“Okay.”

#the end is so stupid im sorry #i just wanted to post and get rid of this #to make space for new ideas to continue #logan sanders #sanders sides #janus sanders #remus sanders #loceit

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emoprincey · 2 years

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hi star :D pls consider: virgil getting excited enough about something for his eyeshadow to go purple, and he starts infodumping about it to janus and stimming a whole bunch while he does it, and the whole time janus is just sitting there giving him all his attention with the most heart eyed expression you’ve ever seen in your life. <333

Peregrin that's an absolutely brilliant concept, and it gave me an idea I just had to write XD

"And that's not even the best bit!" Virgil grinned, flapping his hands as if that would somehow expell the excitement coursing through every cell of his body. He could feel purple eyeshadow heating up his cheeks, glitter dancing on his skin. He hadn’t even thought about who he was speaking to, taking the first captive audience he could find to ramble to before he exploded with happiness. Maybe, just maybe, he'd been glad that Janus was the first person he came across, because Virgil had always been able to express himself more easily around Janus than anyone else.

He turned back to Janus as he continued. "Just wait 'till I tell you about... about..."

Virgil paused. Janus was gazing at him, wide-eyed with his chin resting on one hand. It had been years since virgil had seen that expression directed at him - awed and open and utterly adoring.

"Janus...?" Virgil asked hesitantly.

Janus blinked. "Oh, sorry. What were you saying?"

Virgil shook his head. He could barely remember, and suddenly everything other than Janus seemed so insignificant. Slowly, he crossed the room and gingerly sat down beside Janus.

Janus tilted his head, confusion clouding his eyes.

Without even thinking, Virgil reached out and cupped Janus' cheek, running his thumb over the bumpy scales, and coming to a stop just beside his mouth.

"Jan..." Virgil’s throat felt dry, and he gently brushed his thumb over the corner of Janus' lips. "Can I...?"

After a moment, Janus nodded slightly, but before Virgil could react he leaned forward and kissed Virgil’s lips.

Virgil steadied Janus' head with his hand, moving his other hand to caress his waist as he melted into the kiss.

"Wow..." Virgil breathed when he eventually pulled away.

"Wow, indeed," Janus agreed with a smirk. "Anyway, weren't you saying something?"

Virgil smirked back at him. "Doesn't matter. I've got more important things to do."

And he pulled Janus in for another kiss.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #ts virgil #ts janus #anxceit #peregrin tag!!!!

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iclaimedtobethebetterbard · 2 years

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a change of heart or address - chapter 1

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: All the sides Rating: Teen & up (see Warnings) Relationships: Platonic everyone Warnings: Language; unhappy ending; characters perceiving other characters as unsympathetic (no actual unsympathetic characters); non-graphic violence; betrayal & guilt Word count: 3697 Notes: a big big thank you to @8beez for beta reading!! This is for the @sandersidesbigbang

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Summary: In which everyone gets exactly what they wanted, and nobody is even a little bit happy about it. Or: How Virgil left the dark side. Or: What happened after Accepting Anxiety?

Chapter 1

“Holy shit,” Virgil breathed as he sank into his room. “Holy shit!” He shook out his arms, which did almost nothing for the jittery, delighted feeling coursing through him. “Holy shit,” he repeated one last time, for good measure, pushing open his door and making his way to the common room. “Guys!”

“Oh, you’ve finally decided to take a break from your new besties to give us the time of day? How gracious,” Janus snarked from just out of sight in the kitchen.

“I—shut up, okay—I just—” Virgil couldn’t even find it in himself to bother coming up with a retort. “Guess what happened?”

“Oh my god your face is sparkly!” Remus launched himself over the back of the couch and sprinted towards Virgil.

Virgil instinctively dodged, hands coming up to shield his eyes as Remus attempted to jab at them. “Hey! Hey. Nope. Those are fragile.”

“Ooh, like Thomas’s grip on sanity.” But Remus paused mid-grab. “I won’t stab, promise. Lemme see?”

Virgil sighed and lowered his hands; Remus immediately grabbed his face, examining his eyeshadow with interest and poking at it—not gently, but not enough to injure, which was an improvement over ten seconds ago. “’S been a while since you got like this,” he observed, swiping up some purple glitter from Virgil’s face onto his thumb. He examined it closely, sniffed it, then licked it off lasciviously—not that Virgil thought there was any other way Remus knew how to lick things. “Tastes like butterfly wings,” he announced. “But crunchier.”

“Gross,” Virgil commented, stepping back and regaining a personal space bubble. “I—yeah, I guess it has been a while.” There hadn’t been much lately for Thomas to feel exhilarated about; this wasn’t even about a feeling of Thomas’s, strictly speaking, except in the way that Virgil being a part of Thomas technically made all of his feelings Thomas’s too.

“So something fun happened?” Remus inquired, hoisting himself up to sit precariously cross-legged on the back of the couch.

“I—yeah,” Virgil said, the helpless grin returning to his face as he thought about what had just happened. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I—it’s amazing, you’re not going to believe it, oh my god.”

“I doubt that,” Janus commented from the kitchen, tone still bitter enough to sting. “It’s not like they have anything all that special up there.”

“Janus—” Virgil let out a small, frustrated exhale. “Just—shut up and be happy for me, okay? Is that so hard?”

“I don’t know,” Janus snarked back, emerging from the kitchen, “is it so hard to put more effort into your relationship with your family than you do with people who barely give you the time of day?”

Alright, that hurt. Or it would have, even a couple of hours ago. But it wasn’t enough to bring Virgil down from the high of what had just happened. Of what they’d all said to him. What Thomas had said to him. “Just—listen, okay?” he said, waving Janus off.

“Yeah, I wanna hear what’s got Virgey all purple-eyes!” Remus said, conjuring up his morningstar and swinging it idly back and forth like a pendulum, not quite letting it hit the ground or his own shins, but a near thing on each pass.

Janus rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, pursed his lips, and leaned against the wall, one leg crossed in front of the other, making a show of how annoyed he was even as he gave in and waited for Virgil to speak.

“Okay, so—” Virgil hesitated, trying to decide where to start and what to leave out. “So I kind of had—not a fight, really, but—I thought I was done with the others. Done showing up for—for Thomas, when he didn’t even seem to want me, anyway.” He deliberately skipped over most of the details of how the day had begun. Angry Janus was bad enough, he didn’t need angry and worried Janus to give him a scolding over how terrible of an idea ducking out was. He was plenty aware, thanks.

“This isn’t fun so far,” Remus complained.

“I don’t know, I’m having a great time,” Janus countered, still sounding annoyed but softer. Probably because so far Virgil had only talked about being upset with the Others.

Well. That wouldn’t last.

“But I was wrong,” he rushed on. “I thought they didn’t care about me, and I was wrong. They all showed up because they wanted me around, they wanted to—to apologize for some of the stuff that’s gone down between us, to make it right, and—” He sucked in a breath. Rip the bandaid off. “Guys. Thomas accepted me.”

The silence was almost deafening. Remus’s eyes were round and he seemed genuinely speechless. Janus straightened, an unreadable but dreadfully intense look on his face as he stared directly at Virgil for the first time this entire conversation.

“Well,” Janus said coolly. “You were right. I don’t believe it.”

“Wow,” Remus said, tone off and a little forced. “That’s—you’re sure?”

“Yeah.” Virgil’s gut twinged. This wasn’t how this had been supposed to go. Now that it came down to it, he wasn’t sure why he’d expected celebration. All the same, he’d thought they’d have at least made an effort to be happy for him. Off-kilter now and desperate to save the situation, he rushed on, “Yeah, he for real accepted me and said he thinks I’m—like—an important part of him, that he needs me and even kind of wants me around. And—and the others were all kind of the same about it. Princey even said I make them better.” Virgil bit back a grin at the memory. He’d been convinced Roman hated his guts. If even Roman had been willing to apologize and bridge the gap—well. It meant a lot.

“Oh, great.” Remus rolled his eyes, and Virgil realized abruptly that perhaps Roman might not be the greatest talking point for the current audience.

“Listen—” he began.

“No, no.” Remus waved him away. “I’m so glad to hear that Mr Kiss-Up has decided he wants you around. Good for you. His opinions are always so thought out and great.”

Virgil huffed. “Look, just because you get all pissy that Thomas likes him better than you—”

“Virgil Anxiety Sanders!” Janus said sharply.

“—doesn’t mean that I have to hate everything about him!” Virgil hunched his shoulders defensively under Janus’s glare. “What? It doesn’t!”

“That is no way to talk about—” Janus began.

“No, shut up, Jan,” Remus said, pointing at Janus with his morningstar. (Janus raised his eyebrows, but complied.) “Virge—when did you get so boring?”

Virgil crossed his arms.

“No, seriously,” Remus went on. “I thought you came down here to tell us something cool.”

That stung. “Thomas accepted me,” Virgil said sharply.

“Funny.” Remus ran a finger idly along the morningstar, weaving between its spikes. “That didn’t seem to be the main event in that little speech you just gave. The others took up most of your talking points.” He pursed his lips. “Wasn’t it just last week we spent all evening talking about how fun it would be to tear Roman’s arms off? Isn’t Morality—what was it you said—‘overbearing and stifling, even when he’s trying to be nice’? And we all know how annoying Logic gets.” He frowned, letting the morningstar topple from where he’d been holding it up, catching it before it hit the ground, and setting it swinging like a pendulum. “Why would you care what they think of you? They’re boring. Why would you want to be like them?” He pointed the morningstar at Virgil, a sudden, sweeping movement.

Virgil flinched and took a step back. Bad move, he realized even before he was done. Reacting to Remus in an argument was as good as baiting him.

Sure enough, Remus grinned like a pouncing cat, stepping forward to close the gap again; he caught Virgil under the chin with a single spike of the morningstar, not quite pressing hard enough to break the skin. “C’mon,” he taunted. “Are you just like them now?”

A shiver of nerves went through Virgil in spite of himself. He pushed the morningstar away and stepped out of range again. “Leave it alone, Remus,” he said, quiet and very careful not to let any of the sudden anxiety translate over to his voice. Remus wouldn’t hurt him. Not really. He knew that.

…But Remus would be happy to hurt anyone he referred to as them in that tone of voice.

“Going to keep hanging out with them instead of us?” Remus went on wildly. “Have cute little tea parties? Talk about how great it is checking everything you say to make sure it meets Morality’s standards. Let Logic shut you up. Sounds great, doesn’t it?” He gestured forcefully with the morningstar.

“They—” Virgil swallowed, his mouth unpleasantly dry. “They’re not—actually all that bad. Once you get to know them.”

“Once they indoctrinate you, you mean.” Remus punctuated his words with a crack of morningstar against floorboard, inches from Virgil’s toes.

Virgil bit the inside of his cheek. Remus did stuff like that all the time. It didn’t mean anything. It hadn’t been meant to hit him. Probably.

“What’s the matter with you?” Remus complained. “Maybe we should just let them have you if you’re going to keep being this boring. I guess you’d like that, huh?” He pointed the morningstar at Virgil again.

“Can you just shut up and stop overreacting?” Virgil snapped, stepping back again and keeping his eyes on the morningstar. “It doesn’t have to be us or them, Remus!”

Remus gave him a flat look, lowering the morningstar. “You know that’s not true,” he said, more seriously than his wild ranting of a second ago. He frowned. “Or, you used to.” The morningstar began swinging through the air again. “Have you fucking forgotten why we have separate floors of the house? You think Morality or Logic would be so happy for you to stick around if you asked to invite me or Jan upstairs? Just because you think you’re special now doesn’t mean anything’s changed!”

“I don’t think I’m spe—”

“You do.” Remus swung the morningstar back and forth in frustration, making it pass uncomfortably close to Virgil’s nose. “You clearly fucking do. Just because Thomas will let you stick around, you think you can be just like them.”

Virgil took another step back and bumped into the banister, which made him realize he’d been backing towards the stairs up to the other sides’ dwellings. Shit. Not a good look in response to Remus’s accusations.

“Maybe before Roman remembers he hates you,” Remus snapped viciously, “you can hang out over on his side of the Imagination, with glitter unicorns in a meadow or some childish shit like that, and you can crow together about being Thomas’s—fucking—favorites!” He slammed the morningstar against the banister, cracking one of the supports and setting Virgil’s heart pounding.

“Remus, calm down,” he begged.

“Why?” Remus snarled, yanking the morningstar free of the banister. “You want to pretend everything’s all sunshine and rainbows like they always do? Is it fucking inconvenient for you to admit everything’s not perfect? So I should just shut up, Remus and let everyone else run Thomas, just like always?”

“That’s not what I’m saying—shit—” Virgil dodged the morningstar. “Janus, tell him that’s not what I meant!”

“I don’t know,” Janus said coldly, “wouldn’t Morality be upset if you asked me to lie for you?”

Virgil closed his eyes, willing himself to stay calm. “Listen, I don’t know what your deal with Patton is—”

“My deal with him is that I don’t like people who hurt my family, Virgil. And I don’t forget it and run to be their lapdog as soon as I’m fed a scrap of pity.” Janus glared at him. “Unlike some people.”

“That is not what this is,” Virgil insisted.

“Then what is it, Virgil?” Janus challenged.

“Yeah, what is it, Virgey?” Remus echoed in a mocking affectation of Janus’s tone, slinging the morningstar over his shoulder.

“I just—” Virgil let out a sharp sigh of frustration. “They’re different now, okay? They really have changed.”

“For you, maybe.” Remus rolled his eyes. “From where I’m sitting, they’re just the same as always.”

“Maybe if you toned it down a little—” Virgil realized it was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left his lips.

Remus’s face darkened. “You’re starting to sound like him, too.”

Virgil didn’t need to ask who him was.

“Huh,” Remus went on, voice cold and dangerous now, “maybe you are just one of them.”

“No—Remus—” Virgil swallowed and stepped back once more. His shoulders hit the wall, an answering wave of terror hitting him as he realized he was cornered, and no longer certain he was as safe around Remus as he’d always known he was.

Remus hefted the morningstar. “I mean, apparently Thomas himself said so, huh? Said you should get star treatment?” He raised his weapon and swung.

Virgil broke. He flung his arms to shield his head, terror thrumming through him, and screamed, “Roman!”

The sound of his Tempest Tongue almost drowned out the thunk of metal on—wood. Not flesh and not drywall.

Virgil opened his eyes.

The morningstar was buried in the banister once again. It hadn’t been aimed anywhere near Virgil. Remus’s grip on it had gone lax, and he was staring at Virgil in shock. Confusion, even.

Virgil’s insides began to crumple with the realization that he had well and truly fucked up.

“What the fuck, Virgil?” Remus choked out after an awful silence.

“I just—” Virgil’s voice came out wavering and thin under the accusatory stare. “You—the morningstar—” He looked away. “I thought you meant it.”

“Of course I didn’t fucking mean it! I was just mad!” Remus sounded hurt, and Virgil couldn’t remember the last time that had happened, which made it so much worse. “I thought you didn’t mean it either, I thought we’d fuck around and yell at each other for a bit like we usually do and—and then Jan would make us fucking tea and tell us to grow up, and it’d go back to normal!”

The door at the top of the stairs opened. “Virgil?” Roman called, sounding alarmed. “Are you alright?” He stepped fully through the door, his katana in his hand, and Virgil cringed at how bad the timing was.

Roman’s gaze swept from Virgil, still pressed against the wall, to Remus and the damaged banister before him, and his expression turned from concern to a scowl. “What are you doing to him, you fiend?”

Remus’s face closed up, rearranging itself into rage. “I guess I mean it now,” he spat bitterly at Virgil, grabbing his morningstar and swinging to block Roman as his twin charged down the stairs at him.

“Take it outside,” Janus snapped, springing into motion as the twins crashed into the living room, knocking over a sidetable; Roman’s katana nearly sliced open the couch on a wide swing that Remus easily dodged. His next move was to slam his morningstar directly into his twin’s face—Roman sprang back, but one of the spikes caught him near the temple, leaving a wide scratch welling with bright, wet red.

Janus’s staff materialized in his hands as he marched over from the kitchen, giving the grappling Creative sides a wide berth; he stopped by the wall and briskly knocked on it with his staff. It opened up under his touch almost immediately—the common area had always been the most responsive to him—and created a doorway to the Imagination.

“Outside,” Janus repeated, firm and loud, and he brought the staff down with a smack on Remus’s shoulder to get his attention. “Hey! I am not washing blood out of the carpet for you again. Move!” He herded the twins towards the door he’d created, keeping at a distance as well as he could.

“Virgil, are you okay?” Patton’s voice called from above.

Virgil turned, looking back up the stairs, and saw Patton’s worried face peering down at him from the doorway at the top, with Logan hovering just beyond. “I—” he began, and choked off into uncertain silence, not knowing what to say. I think I just betrayed my best friend for you would perhaps not fly.

Patton took the bare reply as a cue to scramble down the stairs and wrap Virgil in a hug anyway. Virgil stiffened in alarm for an instant, but the warmth and comfort overwhelmed him, and he found himself curling into Patton’s grasp and clutching Patton’s shirt in his fists, clinging to the other Side and desperately fighting the urge to break down entirely.

Janus slammed closed the door he’d created in the wall, having successfully shepherded the fighting twins out into the rolling, thorny-vine-laden fields of the Imagination. Remus’s half, of course; Janus may have objected to fighting indoors and getting blood all over the furniture, but Virgil knew he certainly wasn’t about to try and make things easy on Roman, either. Janus rested his hands on the wall for a moment, his head bent and his shoulders heaving with deep breaths. He drew in a final breath, straightened his shoulders, and drew himself up to his full height before turning on his heel. “Get out.”

“Hey now,” Patton began in his gentle-warning voice.

Janus shot an icy glare and stalked across the room, coming to a stop before Virgil and ignoring Patton entirely. He placed one finger beneath Virgil’s chin, tipping his face up to force the eye contact Virgil was trying so desperately to avoid. “Get. Out,” he repeated, his breath ghosting disdainfully across Virgil’s face.

“Jan—” Virgil protested weakly.

“I’m sorry,” Janus interrupted, “do I look like I care what kind of excuse you plan to come up with for that little stunt? Do you honestly think you deserve another chance after saying something like that to Remus?”

Virgil swallowed. He couldn’t help but agree. “Jan—” he whispered again.

“Don’t call me that,” Janus said icily. “You know, I thought you at least still cared about us.”

Virgil winced and closed his eyes.

“Deceit,” Patton said, his gentle-warning voice getting less gentle.

“Pat—don’t. Let him talk,” Virgil said.

“I don’t think this is appropriate—”

“Let him finish,” Virgil said, even though all his insides were shriveling into a dead little ball of shame and Janus was no doubt about to make it worse.

“No, no,” Janus said. “If dear darling Pat here doesn’t think it’s appropriate, I’m sure that just makes everything all better.”

Virgil gritted his teeth, pulling away from Patton and facing Janus. “Just—say whatever it is, Janus. Alright? Just—just fucking tell me I’m a piece of shit and you hate me, or whatever it is. Just get to your fucking point, already.”

“Oh, so demanding. You simply have to be the center of everything, don’t you, Virgil?” Janus sneered. “I didn’t think you’d stoop so low.” He clucked his tongue. “Perhaps I never knew you after all.”

“No, I—Janus, please—it was—it was just a dumb mistake.” Virgil clutched the inside of his hoodie sleeves, trying to wipe the sweat off his palms.

“Well. At least we agree on something,” Janus said coldly. “Now, get out, and don’t you dare to come back and act like this is your home anymore. Is that clear? You’ve made it very clear where you think you belong.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Virgil pled, not really believing it would do anything but desperate to try anyway.

Janus stared at him for a moment, his face an awful blank, only the tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth giving away how much he was hiding. “Tell that to Remus,” he said after a long moment.

Virgil winced and looked away.

“That’s what I thought,” Janus said, his voice a quiet, angry knife twisting in Virgil’s side. “Now leave.”

“Deceit—” Patton began, stepping half in front of Virgil.

“Pat—Patton, no.” Virgil caught him by the shoulder. “Let’s just—go,” he mumbled, avoiding Janus’s eyes and tugging Patton towards the stairs.

Patton held Janus’s gaze for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh and gave in to Virgil’s urging.

“I hope you’re fucking happy,” Janus snapped when they were halfway up the stairs.

Virgil flinched and looked back—but Janus was looking at Patton.

“Is this what you fucking wanted?” Janus demanded. “Fine. You win again. You get everything I want. Are you happy, Patton? Is this fair? Is it what’s right?”

Patton’s shoulders were stiff, his hand resting protectively on Virgil’s arm. “I think it’s right for everyone to feel safe and welcomed in their home,” he said, his voice holding the slightest tremor. “And that’s not what I saw here tonight.”

“Oh!” Janus flung his hands in the air. “Oh, well if that’s all! You came, you saw, and you passed your judgment. That’s right. It’s always my fault. How could I forget?”

Patton shook his head and turned away without another word, wrapping his arm around Virgil’s shoulders and guiding him up the stairs once more.

“Ask him what he did,” Janus snapped.

Virgil tensed, but Patton didn’t stop.

“Ask Virgil what he did, Patton,” Janus repeated. “See if you still think everything lines up to your cute little good-or-bad worldview then.”

“Logan,” Patton said evenly as he and Virgil came to the top of the stairs, “can we make up a bed for Virgil tonight with the extra blankets from the cupboard, do you think?”

“Certainly.” Logan straightened his tie. “Let me go retrieve those.”

“Or ignore me,” Janus called after them. “That’s fine. You’re so good at it. At ignoring everything that makes you uncomfortable or inconvenienced. How could I forget?”

Patton sighed. “Come on, Virgil,” he said, and shut the door behind them.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #thatsthat24 #virgil sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #peregrin writes #tssbb 2022 #thomas sanders sides big bang 2022

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peachie-bun · 2 years

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the flirting with social anxiety end card will ALWAYS get me. i love love love virgil's purple glitter eyeshadow, i love that he makes thomas stim bc god i relate to that deeply, i love seeing virgil so happy, and we get more demon voice virgil content,,!!! it's just rlly sweet and funny and it makes me so so happy :33

fwsa is such a nice episode and it brings me great joy ^^ it always makes me happy stim and i love it so much

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #ts sides #flirting with social anxiety #fwsa #virgil sanders #i hit my leg too hard while stimming and now my hand hurts-#original post

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i-write-you-songs · 1 year

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Another fic

it's also very soft but wait til the end :3

The only tw is alchohol ig

Virgil pushed through the red door, holding a box full of little different items.

"Roman." He set the box down and pulling the pop tart out of his mouth to call to the man pushed the prince out of his bed. Roman shrieked as he hit the floor and his thirty two (or something) stuffed animals fell down with him.

"What is your damage?!" Roman scrambled to his feet, pulling his face mask off of his face and rubbing his eyes. His dark hair stuck up from under the onesie hoodie, eye bags deepening under his eyes, battling Virgils eyeshadow.

"A Heather reference? Really?" Virgil rolled his eyes. "God, theatre kids. Come on, it's nearly 10:00 and Pattons already making breakfast for everyone." Virgil huffed, handing Roman the other pop tart.

"But you're eating?" Roman cut himself off as he stuffed half of the pop tart in his mouth. "It's just to hold me over for the next half hour." The two begun to make their way downstairs, Roman not even noticing the box that Virgil had put on his nightstand.

"Ro!" Remus shrieked and slammed against his brother, holding up a little plushie. It was a Remus plushie.

"Look what I made!" He exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement.

"That's cool Remus, but you're still on top of me!" Roman snapped, shoving his brother off of him as Virgil helped him to his feet.

"Remus made me one too." Janus was sitting on the couch next to Logan, the two pressed against eachother as they aggressively played Mario cart.

"It's somewhere in my bedroom though, and I'm a little to busy right now to get it." His eyes were trained on the tv as he spoke, Logan grumbling under his breath as his persona tripped on a banana and spun out.

"Didn't take you two as people who played Mario cart." Virgil commented, sitting down next to Logan and holding a pillow against his chest. Janus was still in his sleepwear: a to-big T-shirt (presumably Remus's), shorts, and his hair pulled back in a little man bun. Eyeliner had been smeared across his face like he'd slept in it and Virgil recognized his Nightmare before Christmas purple glitter palate.

"Are you wearing my makeup?" Virgil crossed his arms. "Janus, please."

"Dude, I don't remember anything last night. Me and Remus made this cross between wine and taquilla and then added a can of bud light and then I woke up in the living room covered in your makeup and Logan playing Mario cart." Janus looked up from his game, causing Logan to pass him on Rainbow Road. The snake hissed and pressed a bunch of buttons on his controller.

"Logan knows more about last night then we do." Remus mused, sitting cross legged while he begun braiding in Romans hair.

Virgil heard a laugh from the kitchen as Patton peaked around the corner.

"And me! I walked into Janus's room last night and caught the two doing the waltz and crying to Cocomelon." His eyes were bright with amusement and Virgil laughed at how red Janus and Remus's faces had gotten.

"Thats not funny." Janus grumbled.

"Breakfast will be ready in about 20 minutes." Patton called to the five as he through a dish towel on the counter and came over to sit on the floor next to Roman.

"Don't turn on the Sunday news." Roman begged as Patton begin playing News 9 on his laptop. "I don't need world problems to depress me." "Don't worry, I'll do that for you." Virgil snorted. Roman reached over and grabbed a pillow, chunking it across the room and hitting Logan in the face, missing Anxiety by a long shot.

"You're so disrespectful." Logan snorted, throwing the pillow back as hard as he could. It hit Roman in the face and he let out an 'oof' as Logan got his glasses back on and threw a glare at Janus as he realized the snake had passed him in Mario Cart. "You too. All of you are children." He grumbled, he himself proceeding to throw a banana at Janus's cart and grin as the side wailed as if he'd been struck.

"That's so unfair!" Janus threw his hands in the air as he got 4th and Logan 1st.

"Dang." Remus smiled. "You even got beat by bots." Janus huffed and shoved the controller towards him.

"I'd like to see you and Roman try." He hissed.

He and Patton got up as the timer beeped in the kitchen, Janus pulling out the biscuits as Patton loaded the eggs on the plate.

"Whenever you're done with that come eat!" Patton called.

Logan and Virgil got up but they were all pretty sure that Remus and Roman didn't even hear them, as they snarled at eachother every time they moved.

Just as the four sides were sitting down, they got pulled into Thomas's living room with a flash. The man was standing in the middle, eyes wide with worry, not even noticing as Janus ducked to the side to summon his hat and caplet.

"Guys," Thomas began, looking nervously from one to the other, eyes finally resting on Logan, "I think we really have a problem."

#phobia speaks #youre welcome lol #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #My fic #hope y'all enjoy #Cliffhanger obv

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two-am-outlines-only · 2 years

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When Our Hands Next Meet

Summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! Please go look at the piece that inspired this work and support them with reblogs so they’re work can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this work and truly making it so much better with their suggestions. Thank you!

Chapter Summary: Logan plans a surprise for Virgil on their anniversary, only to receive one instead.

Day 1 Prompt: Debate/Anniversary

Warnings: food mention

Word Count: 1320

AO3 link

Chapter One: Did You Forget?

Logan adjusted the flowers in the vase one last time, stepping back before he nitpicked the setup to death trying to get every last detail right. Neither of them liked big, fancy occasions so he always tried to get the details right down to the wrinkles in the cloth so it would be special for them regardless. Frowning he stepped forward to wipe a bit of chipped nail polish off the pristine silky tablecloth, wincing as he looked at the state of his nails. Sometimes he hated how much he worked with his hands that polish never seemed to last half as long as it should, but then he thought of Virgil holding his hands while they watched a movie or their current binge show, carefully applying each color and keeping a hold of his hand while it dried even if it wasn’t strictly necessary- the image made him blush right down to his shirt collar and duck his chin against the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t afford to get distracted at the moment- at least not for too long. Everything was set, all he needed was for Virgil to come home.

He’d been surprised coming out to the backyard to set everything up only to find the lawn swept clean of debris and fairy lights strung up, twinkling in the late afternoon sun. He had wondered what Virgil had been doing, running off to the store after dinner. He’d spouted something about an errand, pecking him on the cheek and leaving before Logan could think to ask what he needed to be going out for at six o’clock in the evening.

Admittedly he’d been a bit distracted with his own plans, digging for a lighter he knew they had to light the candle on the cupcake later. Thankfully said cake was holding up perfectly in the back of the fridge where he knew Virgil wouldn’t see it. Standing on the porch he smiled softly as he looked around, the backyard turned into a magical scene thanks to Virgil’s efforts. He hadn’t thought to set the lights up when he had planned his own surprise, so he was glad Virgil had made it even better.

Not a moment too soon he heard the car pull into the driveway, making a giddy sort of happiness settle in the center of his chest. Never had he been so enamored with someone that the mere thought of their presence lit up his nerves with a pleasant hum that left him dizzy and anchored in the same moment. But here he was, shifting anxiously from foot to foot waiting for his soulmate to come through the door. He only had to wait a minute before Virgil stepped out onto the back porch, confusion settling over his features before he shook it away and a somewhat nervous smile took its place. Smiling himself as he drew near, Logan held out his hand which was taken immediately and gently squeezed. The air was similarly squeezed from his lungs when he finally locked eyes with Virgil, his deep brown eyes glittering along with the purple eyeshadow applied underneath them with a darker shade of lipstick painting his smile.

Blushing slightly, he ignored the other's amusement and tugged him towards the table. “Did you forget what day it was?” He teased.

“Considering we ate dinner in suits- hardly. I was just surprised to find you out here, usually we eat dessert inside.”

“You had already set up the fairy lights. I thought it would be an opportunity missed if we didn’t celebrate our anniversary outside on such a lovely night.”

Virgil smiled softly and ran his thumb over his knuckles. “I’m so glad that I have you in my life, this is perfect. So much better than that auditorium where we first met.”

“Debate club was hardly the ideal circumstance for us to meet.” Logan chuckled.

“I don’t even remember what the subject was.”

“I believe it was one of the duller practice ones asking whether or not peanut butter was ethically sourced- to which you argued you were allergic and therefore should get a passing grade regardless because asking you to talk about it was unethical in and of itself.” Laughing at the memory he watched as Virgil only huffed in mock annoyance.

“It was a good argument!” Screwing his mouth to the side Virgil nudged him playfully. “It was a dumb subject anyway no one had any good counterpoints.”

“I did!”

“So did I, that’s not the point Lo.” Laughing outright at the seething look he received, Virgil held his hands up in mock surrender.

“You did, actually. I remember you doing very well for not having prepared anything.” Logan sniffed indignantly. “Mine were just better.”

Smirking, he leaned back into the table as Virgil’s expression morphed into a “challenge accepted” glare, eager to see where this would go. He always loved getting Virgil into debate moods, he became so animated and focused- a far cry from when he first started and thought hissing was a legitimate debate tactic.

“I’ll have you know,” Virgil stepped forward purposefully, petite stature making it not nearly as intimidating as it was meant to be. “I’ve learned much better debate tactics since then anyway.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Logan smiled. “Oh have you-”

He cut himself off with a choked gasp as Virgil was suddenly holding his hand while down on one knee, a small box held open in his palm to reveal a ring with a stone that twinkled gently with the fairy lights behind them. He snapped his mouth shut as Virgil smiled that gentle smile, the same smile that Logan had counted himself the luckiest person in the world to see the first day he had seen the emo teen slouch his way up the stage and behind the podium, nerves clearly telling him to listen to his fight or flight reflex but instead choosing to put those around him at ease any way he could.

“Logan.” He was snapped out of his thoughts with a gentle squeeze to his hand. “Do you remember how we had to shake hands after the debate?”

“I do .” Logan breathed.

“I saw all of you in that moment, every second we’ve spent together since our souls first met. I’ve loved you in every single life before this and in every single one I love you more still. I know it isn’t necessary but- I want to have a day that makes the fact that we’re soulmates everyone else’s problem.” Virgil held Logan’s gaze earnestly as he choked back a laugh. “Logan, will you marry me?”

“Virgil- of course!” Later he wasn’t sure if Virgil had tugged him down by his tie or if he had gripped it when Logan leaned down, but it didn’t matter as there lips connected and Logan could feel his boyfriend’s, no his fiancé's- his soulmates heart racing underneath his fingers as his place a hand to his cheek in an attempt to pull him closer.

Pulling away for a moment he laughed gently at the lipstick smeared slightly, reaching forward to try and fix it. “Virgil, that is not a legitimate debate tactic.”

“I’m taking it as a win anyway.” Virgil reached forward as well, pushing his glasses up to rub away a few stray tears Logan hadn’t noticed collecting on his cheeks. He leaned forward to kiss him again, and again, and again while the candles Logan had forgotten he had lit on the cupcake burned themselves out on the icing and the engagement ring was placed on the table in favor of holding each other as close as they could. And as Logan buried his face in the crook of Virgil’s neck and felt the other’s embrace tighten he knew that in all the lifetimes they had and would share, there was nowhere else he would rather be.

#oren writes #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #analogicalweek #analogical week 2021 #logan sanders #sanders sides logan #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #logan x virgil #virgil sanders x logan sanders #analogical #sanders sides analogical

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im-a-hobbit-irl · 4 years

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Happy B-Day!

Happy Birthday, Thomas Sanders! Also, I took WAY too many Sander Sides quizzes, and in every single FUCKING one of them, I am Virgil. Tag yourself ig?

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picklesgrowontrees · 2 years

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I REALLY NEED TO GET THIS OUT OH MY LORDDDD

first off, thank you to the writers room people the new video was a banger! Also, Thomas’s acting is getting better and better every day

I am just barely holding off on screaming about everything into my pillow and I’m most likely going to hyperfixate on this for the next month but here are some things I need to point out from the Special:

Thomas, you lost an excellent opportunity to say “it sure feels like a dream….come true!” In your opening scene.

Our favorite boys with all of our favorite nicknames in their bios —🥺🥺🥺

Roman, are you okay? Your makeup be on fleek tho

Virgil = Rocket Raccoon x100

“My bestie, Patton” Janus omfg he’s your husband

THEY KNOW HIS NAME! LOGAN CALLED HIM JANUS!!!

Also, Logan—nice. So proud of you. I cant believe you learned a new word today

Janus is literally out-drama-geeking Roman. I never knew that was possible.

Excuse me what was that you said about eyeshadow? Janus is teasing Virgil about his purple glitter. Virgil reacts like a violent caveman

I’m…pretty….sure….that Remus…doesn’t, have his pants on backwards???? Maybe??? In any case👌 his bosom is emblazoned

‘Whose hand is that? Jesus’ —also, what. Thomas you should run

Janus you passive agressive bitch we all know you literally made that sandwich for Patton

LOGAN—calm down with the size of your glass man, I’m pretty sure that’s enough wine to kill a small child

Thomas you’re really killing me with the angst JUST LISTEN TO LITERAL LOGIC FOR 1 MINUTE

So Remus found the mindspace, huh? Alright y’all, time to throw every single fanfiction involving the creativitwins’ split kingdoms into the canon garbage can

#deviousgaming4life #gotem #secretlife

FUCKEMUP PISSY! I-I MEAN PRINCEY! YOUR SWORD JUST GOT A MANICURE THO

A-huh,A-huh, now say that again, but slower Virgil

I really can’t look at Virgil transforming into a puppet the same way again after those bloopers 💀

Seriously, guys.😤 Everyone who's here at my awesome party...🍾🎉 🤪this huge crowd of people that's definitely here right now...Somebody😠🤫 broke 😩my grandma's👵 vase✨✨🏺✨✨And that was the last thing she gave to me... before she died!!!! ☠️I swear 🔫😀to all things football ⚽️?🏈? AND/OR skateboarding... 🛹 …that I will find you….🪓🗡⚔️🔪😁Don't make me cry these incredibly manly 💪🏻🧔‍♂️tears! Anyone can speak up here 👀and be a part of this scene. 👀👀👀Especially those of us who aren't imagined🙂and... are actually here on the stage.🧨

The angst is packing in hard, TheatreMan.

Virgil you bastard😂😂 I demand a petition for Janus to have a solo number, and I would very much like to see the raw caught-in-4K footage of Janus dancing and hyping up Virgil for the lie song in the background

Remus you bastard😂😂

🍊👀

*ahem* ✍️📝 “Scare-amore”? Amore as in Amour? Amour as in Love in Spanish? We can’t escape the prinxiety

I swear they all had to restrain Remus from saying something rated r about Nico

Don’t worry Virgil you’re not the only one. Thomas being straight is one of my sleep paralysis demons

So that’s why Janus wears a hat. How many fanarts are we gonna get of Janus with a hamster? Like, what do you say, 500? Thousand?

Virgil is a mood. Except mine is an endless script in my notes app. So classy

(Edit) Roman is not okay. And neither am I

Janus is still salty about the others’ wardrobe upgrades

Did no one else notice the way that Roman said virgil’s name? I swear the prinxiety

Virgil I think you want to set the type of goal Remus was going for…at the beginning of his idea anyways. Praise, man

So—let me get this gay. Patton wants to be married to Logan. I can feel the love tonight

Logan I do not blame you for your wine glass update, where can I get me one of those?

Also—Virgil is the cousin because Remus and Janus are the aunt and uncle so they are LITERALLY HIS PARENTS OMG

Janus I’m scared and terrified and afraid and terrified what more do you want

The Roman series. Is in fact; a Prinxiety Dungeons and dragons AU fanfiction. I could not be happier

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izzyfandoms · 4 years

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Prinxiety - Glitter

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Masterpost

Immediately after sinking out at the end of the video, Virgil and Roman reappeared in Roman's bedroom. Usually, after videos, sides reappeared in the common area, but neither of them were too comfortable hanging around in there, right now.

It was fine, though. Despite the tension in the mindscape, they still had each other.

Roman laughed, delighed. He kicked his legs as he fell back onto his bed, spreading out all four of his limbs like a starfish.

Virgil couldn't help but smile slightly at him, fond.

"Wow!" Roman breathed, staring up at the ceiling with starry eyes. "We did it!"

"Yeah," Virgil said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands and never taking his eyes off of Roman. "You did."

"Me?" Roman exclaimed. He sat up suddenly, looking to Virgil. "I am certain that it was your efforts, too, that led to this marvelous outcome! Do not sell yourself short, my dear."

"I dunno... this is kinda your job. This stuff, it- it's your area, not mine."

"And yet you were the one who gave Thomas the final push!" Roman reached forward, taking one of Virgil's hands in both of his own. "We would not have been able to do this without you."

Virgil felt his face warm - embarassment at the attention, though positive, yet he never wanted Roman's eyes and hands to leave him again. He looked down at his lap, coughing awkwardly.

"Well... I was the one who'd held him back just before that, so..."

Roman scoffed. "Nonsense, my love!" He squeezed Virgil's hands, prompting the anxious side to turn back to him. "I realised long ago that you don't hold Thomas back, you protect him. And you know when to let up, and allow him to do the things he desires!"

Virgil was still unused to receiving such sincere compliments, especially from Roman, despite Roman's recent increase in them. He was sure that his face was reddening even further.

"Well..."

"You are his knight in shining armour! Or, I suppose, his knight in gloomy clothing."

Virgil snorted. "Is that the best you could come up with?"

Roman let out an exaggerated gasp. He removed one hand from Virgil's - properly intertwining their fingers together with the other - and pressed it to his chest, covering his heart in an overly dramatic (and very familiar) gesture.

"My love, you wound me!"

"Hey, you were the one poking fun at my clothing, first, Princey."

"Well, I suppose they aren't quite as gloomy as they used to be," Roman said with his smile. Then, his smile widened, and his eyes lit up again. "And, speaking of no-longer-gloomy...!"

"What?"

"Your eyeshadow! Since when could it change like that?"

Virgil blinked. "Oh, it... it did that again?"

"Again?" Roman exclaimed. "You're telling me it has happened before, and you never told me? What a betrayal!"

Virgil huffed, running his fingers through the air.

"I mean, it's new. It's never happened before, so I guess I just... forgot?" He paused. "Was it okay?" He asked anxiously. "Did it look okay?"

"Of course! My darling, you know how much I adore sparkly and glittery things!"

Virgil sighed. "Did it really shine that much?"

"Like you had mistaken your usually eyeshadow for violet glitter, and smeared that under your eyes, instead!"

"Great..." Virgil huffed. "I looked ridiculous."

He began to look away, but Roman immediately reached out with his free hand, placing it on Virgil's cheek and oh-so-gently turning Virgil's head to look back at him.

"You looked dashing," Roman corrected firmly.

"Really?"

"Of course! Just as handsome and dashing as ever, emo. My gorgeous knight in shining armour."

#me #ask #writing #ts spoilers #prinxiety #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #fluff

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nonbinaryemonugget · 3 years

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Silly Sanders Sides Sneezing Headcanons

I got spring allergies real bad right now so naturally I decided to make some sneezing headcanons for the Sides. These are far from serious, just meant to make a funny image pop into your brain. I’ll put examples of scenarios with these headcanons below the cut! :D (All of the examples are intended to be platonic DLAMPR)

Logan sneezing sounds like him saying ‘achoo” in a monotone voice. He also tends to sneeze 2-3 times in a row.

Patton “Dad Sneeze” Sanders has broken more than one chair by sneezing.

No matter where he is, or how far apart they are, whenever Roman sneezes Virgil is instantly dumped in a bucket’s worth of glitter.

Whenever Janus sneezes, a random lie pops into Thomas’s mind. These are usually along the lines of, “I’m straight,” or “My name is James.” On more than one occasion, Thomas wasn’t thinking and said these out loud.

No matter where he is, or how far apart they are, whenever Remus sneezes 2-5 rats find themselves in Virgil’s hoodie pockets, or hands, or sometimes on his head. Virgil much prefers the adorable rats to the glitter. (Although they do startle him)

Virgil sneezing causes all the lights to flick off before turning back on. Also, without him knowing, his eyeshadow spreads a little further down his face. This causes some hilarity on days when Virgil is sick, because his eye shadow can be down to his chin. Instead of being extra anxious, Virgil just wants some soup.

Logan Sneezing:

“Hey, Pat? Just walked by Lo’s room and-” Virgil was grinning, seconds away from laughter. Patton smiled, “And what?”

“He’s got a cold. Thought you should know.” Patton’s smile widened, taking out a can of soup. It was too bad Logan was sick, but he could hear Virgil chuckling from the couch. Logan’s monotone sneezing was a much needed laughing break for the anxious side, and Patton knew Logan wouldn’t mind too much.

Patton Sneezing:

“I can’t believe you were trying to hind the fact that you were sick.” Logan pressed a bandaid to Patton’s knee, looking up as Patton let out a little laugh.

“I can’t believe the chair broke. Again.”

“Yes, well, you’re lucky Virgil is asleep. Otherwise you’d have to listen to his lecture.”

“You seem to be lecturing me just fine, kiddo.”

“I promised Virgil I would.”

Roman Sneezing:

“Roman, kiddo, I made you some soup!” Patton knocked at the door, smiling brightly. Roman huffed, turning away.

“I’m fine Pat, a little cold isn’t going to slow down the Prince of Creativity!”

Patton opened the door, setting the soup on the desk, “Are you sure kiddo? We all want you to feel better. Especially-”

Roman sneezed.

From two rooms away they heard a sudden thud and curse. “PRINCEY! IF YOU DON’T LET PAT NURSE YOU BACK TO HEALTH I WILL TIE YOU DOWN AND FORCE-FEED YOU SOUP!”

Roman chuckled, “I suppose a little rest won’t hurt. What color is it this time?”

Patton smiled, “Bright gold. He’s been a little upset.”

Janus Sneezing:

Today was just supposed to be a normal day. Thomas was just going to the store to buy some groceries, heading home to make dinner, and then probably watching a movie with the Sides.

What he wasn’t expecting was for, when the cashier asked him if he was having company, for a blatant lie to tumble off his lips.

“No, it’s for my kids.” Thomas blinked, realizing that a certain snake must been sneezing. It would have been easy to say ‘Yes, a few close friends,’ but now he had to commit to the lie.

The cashier- an elderly woman wearing a bi pride pin- grinned in excitement. “How many do you have?”

Thomas could practically hear Virgil hating every minute of this. “Six. All boys.”

The woman smiled, and Thomas tried not to laugh at the very clear sound of Patton squealing.

Remus sneezing:

Janus had been expecting a rather relaxing day. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book, Logan doing the same on the other side of the couch. He could hear Patton working in the kitchen, and Roman chatting away to him. Virgil and Remus had yet to wake up.

Or maybe not.

“Uh-” Virgil was at the top of the stairs, blinking tiredly before yawning. “I think we have a little problem.”

“What’s that?” Janus set his book aside, hoping that this would be over with soon. He was at a very interesting chapter.

Virgil took a step forward, so that the others could see him better. Surrounding him was twenty to thirty rats, and a couple were peeking their heads out of his hoodie pockets. “As cute as they are, I would prefer if Remus felt better.” He took a step forward again and suddenly two more rats appeared, making their way into his hood.

“Uh, please?”

Virgil sneezing:

Roman knew immediately that a certain emo wasn’t feeling well when all of the lights in his room flickered. Knowing that Patton would be asleep, he made some soup, watching closely as the light in the kitchen flickered as well.

He knocked on Virgil’s door, getting a mumbled, “Come in,” in response.

Virgil looked up from where he was laying, and Roman noticed with suppressed laughter that his eyeshadow went down to the bottom of his cheeks. That earned him a glare.

“Roman, it’s the middle of the night, what are you doing up?” Virgil took the soup, sitting up.

“I was brainstorming. Then my desk light went out and I figured you were feeling under the weather.” Roman grinned, “So naturally, being the hero I am, I made you soup.”

“Patton didn’t make this?”

“Nope!”

“...Not sure I trust it then.”

Logan woke up to Virgil laughing and Roman sputtering indignantly.

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emoprincey · 1 year

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Drabble/ficlet masterpost

Here’s the masterpost of my ficlets and drabbles!! Most of these are short fics under 1000 words, and most aren’t posted on ao3

Fortunately, Unfortunately

Relationships: Romantic dukeceit

Summary: Canonverse. Janus reassures Remus that he really does love him.

"You own my heart"

Relationships: Romantic anxceit

Summary: Janus is a prince, and a lot of suitors are after his hand in marriage. His boyfriend, Virgil, isn't too happy about this.

The Truth Hurts

Relationships: Romantic anxceit

Summary: Canonverse. Angst. Janus tries to stop Virgil leaving. Then he doesn't.

"How do you get accidentally married?"

Relationships: Romantic moceit

Summary: Patton has some wonderful news (at least, he thinks so). Virgil takes it about as well as you'd expect.

A shoulder to cry on

Relationships: Romantic loceit

Summary: Canonverse. Logan is feeling a bit overwhelmed. Fortunately, Janus is there to comfort him.

Where Loyalties Lie

Relationships: Platonic anxceit

Summary: Janus finds out his best friend is a traitor to the crown.

Feels Like Forever

Relationships: Romantic analogical

Summary: Virgil goes to visit his boyfriend. This would be easier if his boyfriend wasn't the prince, and if he didn't have to scale a tower to see him.

Race Against Time

Relationships: Romantic dukeceit

Summary: Perhaps the middle of a heist isn't the best time to Define The Relationship.

Of Flying and Flowers

Relationships: Pre-romantic logince

Summary: Roman and Logan are both pilots, dedicated to their jobs with no time for a relationship. Why then, is Roman gripped by the desire to do something romantic every time he sees Logan?

The Curious Case of the Missing Jacket

Relationships: Platonic anxceit

Summary: Based on this prompt by @/sleepyvirgilprompts: Virgil can't sleep without his hoodie. When it disappears one day and ignores his attempts to summon it, this becomes a problem.

Stay With Me

Relationships: Romantic moceit

Summary: Janus doesn't know what happened, or even where he is. All he knows is that he doesn't want Patton to leave his side.

Moceit parents au

Relationships: Romantic moceit

Summary: Janus and Patton are both busy parents, but maybe they can make time for each other.

Falling for you

Relationships: Pre-romantic analogical

Summary: Logan is a little nervous about talking to his crush. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) Roman is there to help out.

Two can play at that game

Relationships: Romantic loceit

Summary: Logan thinks Janus should get out of bed. Janus disagrees.

Steal a hat, or a kiss

Relationships: Romantic anxceit

Summary: Virgil tries to pull a prank, and it goes better than he could have expected.

Stimming and sparkles

Relationships: Romantic anxceit

Summary: When Virgil gets excited, his eyeshadow turns into purple glitter. Janus thinks it's beautiful.

Always

Relationships: Platonic anxceit

Summary: Virgil isn't doing so well, but there's one Side who will always be there for him.

Cold

Relationships: Romantic anxceit

Summary: Based on a headcanon by @/princeanxious. Janus has cold hands, and delights in using this to prank the other sides. That is, until he tries to prank Virgil.

The World is Ugly

Relationships: Romantic intrulogical

Summary: Remus is a newly turned werewolf, and unfortunately he has to deal with the prejudices that come with that.

Dukexiety high school au

Relationships: Romantic dukexiety, platonic LAMP.

Summary: Remus bumps into his crush. Literally.

Anaroceit cuddles

Relationships: Romantic anaroceit

Summary: Virgil is rudely awoken from his nap, but somehow he doesn't mind too much.

Hypocrisy

Relationships: Romantic analosleep

Summary: Virgil and Remy make sure Logan gets some sleep.

What's In The Box?

Relationships: Romantic logicality

Summary: Patton brings home a surprise.

#masterpost #fic masterpost

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hahanamegobrrrr · 2 years

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Makeup Mayhem

Roman wants to spice up his makeup look for the day, so he goes to borrow from Virgil's collection. He just didn't expect Virgil to be back so soon.

This is a tickle fic!

Roman looked in the mirror at his beautifully done makeup, in colors of red and gold with just a touch of glitter where it needed it. It was certainly very nice. How could it not be, with THE Prince Roman being the one who did it? But still, something felt off. He pouted at himself the mirror. It was too... samey. He needed something different for his makeup. Something to spice it up a little. After all, he couldn't have people getting bored of his beautiful face!

Roman looked at his eyeshadows, contemplating what to do while cursing himself for only ever getting the one palette of reds, pinks and golds.

Then, genius struck! Virgil wore makeup too! And a touch of purple would be the perfect spice to his bland makeup look. So, off he went to Virgil's room!

Roman knocked on the door. Hearing no response, he opened the door and peeked inside. He couldn't see Virgil anywhere. He considered whether to go find his boyfriend and ask to use his makeup, but decided against it in favor of just taking some and returning it as soon as possible. After all, him looking good was a very pressing matter! So Roman waltzed into the room and started looking through Virgil's piles of monochromatic palettes.

Meanwhile, Virgil had only left to get a few bags of chips and was on his way back to his room. Virgil entered his room only to find Roman with an armful of his eyeshadow palettes, and three of his favorite makeup brushes.

"What'cha doing, Princey?" Virgil asked, smirking at how Roman jumped nearly a foot in the air. However, Roman quickly regained his composure and was back to his normal regal energy.

"I was simply borrowing some of your makeup, as I am not happy with the results of just mine at the moment!"

Virgil snickered and set his snacks and earbuds down, walking over to where Roman was and getting reeeaaallly close.

"Mhm, and why do you need *three* of my makeup brushes? You definitely have your own." As he said this, Virgil snatched a brush out of Roman's hands and poked him on the nose with it, causing Roman to stifle a giggle.

Roman's eyes got wide as he realized something. Virgil, being cheeky and confident?

"Why didn't you just ask to borrow them? I would have happily obliged." Virgil whispered this into Roman's ear, making tingles go down his spine.

Virgil, being teasy? He was always quiet and shy, unless he was in a-

"Maybe I should punish you for being so, so rude."

Ler mood.

Roman was barely even able to finish that thought before Virgil grabbed his waist, hugging him (and the makeup along with him) close and leaving him unable to escape.

"Since you liked these makeup brushes so much as to try and steal them, maybe I oughta help you use them," Virgil again whispered in his ear, giving another tingle down the prince's spine and butterflies in his tummy. Virgil started by brushing the makeup brush under Roman's chin. It was tickly, but bearable. Then he moved to his neck and ears, and Roman let out soft giggles.

"Hehehey-"

"What?"

"Tihickles."

"Mhm, that's kinda the point Ro."

Roman just kept giggling, letting out a little squeak as the brush went over a specific spot on his neck.

"Awwww, that was soooo cuuute. Maybe I'll stay here for a while."

Roman's giggles upped in volume. That one little spot was actually really bad!

"Someone has a very ticklish neck, doesn't he? Hm? Is the little brush too much, going up and down on this one very tickly spot?"

The teasing was NOT helping, every word making Roman feel that much more ticklish.

"Alright, I'll give you a break from that spot," Virgil said, removing the brush.

As much as Virgil loved hearing Roman's adorable giggles, he wanted more. He craved his loud, boisterous laughter. He didn't get ler moods often, so when they did come they were usually pretty bad. For both him AND Roman.

"So, d'you want to give my stuff back? Or are you going to keep being stubborn?"

Roman had actually forgotten that he was still holding Virgil's makeup. But he also realized that this was Virgil's way of giving him an out. His 'get out of jail free' card to be done before it got intense. But to be perfectly honest, Roman kinda wanted to be wrecked. Him and Virgil were both switches, but more often than not Roman was the ler since Virgil was more lee-leaning. So Roman was very happy to oblige Virgil's ler moods when they happened.

"No, I still need it to finish my look, thank you very much."

Roman said this with as much sass as he could muster, and he could tell by the gleam in Virgil's eyes that he was in for it.

Virgil snatched the makeup from Roman's arms and set it back on the table in front of the mirror, much to the protest of the prince. He then grabbed Roman's hand, as well as that makeup brush, and brought them to his bed. The anxious one then gently lied Roman down and sat on his legs.

"Okay?" Virgil asked.

"Yep!" Roman affirmed.

And with that teasy ler Virgil returned, his smirk enough to restart all the butterflies in the prince's tummy.

And Virgil was able to hear lots and lots of Roman's laughter.

#sanders sides tickling #imma start actually being in and contributing to this community instead of just lurking lol #wow my first ever tickle fic ive written 0_0 #my writing

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sanders-sides-fic · 3 years

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A hole of your shape in my heart

So… My brain went to war with me today. So I wrote some Anxceit-centred angst to cope. Consider yourself warned, this will hurt. I do hope you'll enjoy it regardless, though.

Trigger warnings: implied depression, mentions of panic attacks, self harm, fainting, memory loss

If I forgot a trigger or there is something you would like to be added to that list, please go ahead and tell me. You can do so anonymously as well.

It wasn't that bad at the beginning. A bit of a cold shiver, running down his spine. Ice that seemed to settle in his lounges. A dull ache. Nothing serious, really. He knew that it wasn't good to ignore it, he knew that from the start. And yet he couldn't help it.

They were happy. That was all that mattered to him then. Remus and Janus were happy. That was more important than a bit uncomfortableness. He was used to having panic attacks, mental breakdowns and the sudden urge to cry anyways. This didn't make such a big difference.

Except that it did.

You see, Remus was born without a soulmate. He just didn't have one. Janus, on the other hand, had an accident when he was younger. There was a nasty scar on the left side of his face, which he had covered up with a tattoo of a snake later. Ever since that accident, he'd been soul-blind. Colourblind for soulmates. He did have a soulmate, he just couldn't feel the bond anymore. Oh, it was still there, alright. He could feel that much. But he just couldn't tell anything beyond that. So he'd given up on finding that soulmate.

That's how Remus and Janus had gotten together in the first place. And that was wonderful. It was great. They made such a nice pair. They were happy and in love and sweet and… And it had come as a blow to the face to Virgil.

The three of them had been friends for years. When they'd become teens, Virgil had finally realised what the bond had been telling him all the time. The pretty sparkles around Janus, the glitter in the air that portrayed his emotion in colours, the warmth around his heart that reminded him of Janus. Janus could only feel that warmth. He wondered what it felt like to him. What he felt like to him. Because Janus was Virgil's soulmate.

Virgil had been a bit happy and a bit sad about that. Happy because he liked Janus and he knew him and that was fine. Sad because Janus couldn't tell that they were soulmates.

And that was why he kept telling himself that he'd tell Janus. For sure. But somehow he always ducked out the last moment. Something always happened. Just little things, but things that were bad enough to make him retreat into his shell.

He should have known. When Janus said he would give up on searching for a soulmate he couldn't even tell apart from the rest of the world, he should have known. And yet he hadn't expected Janus to start dating people. Janus was his soulmate, his. He didn't even consider the possibility that he might see other people. How very stupid of him.

He had almost told Janus that day. They were eighteen then, and he had bought a yellow nasturtium, Janus's favorite flower. It was inside a black pot that he'd made himself. He'd always liked to do pottery, it calmed him down. This was the best one he made so far, he thought.

He also wrote down what he wanted to say. How much Janus meant to him, how badly he wanted to be with him, that they were soulmates, that he didn't even mind that Janus couldn't tell and that he was sorry he hadn't said anything before. That it was okay if Janus needed time because this was so sudden, but that he hoped he'd give Virgil a chance anyways. Virgil had used his favorite paper. It was a bit fancy, but not over the top. And it smelled like Lavender, which always calmed him down. He'd wasted quite a bit of this paper because he kept starting over, but that was worth it. Janus was worth it.

But Janus had already told him that he wasn't waiting for his soulmate anymore. And when Janus arrived at his apartment that day, it was with his hand in Remus's.

"He asked me out earlier. I can't believe I said yes, the way he did it was terrible, really." But Janus had smiled, and Remus had laughed, and Virgil had been late.

He knew Remus wasn't to blame, and neither was Janus. They were happy right now. Remus hadn't been happy or confident when it came to the topic of love in forever. Janus had suffered because he'd always been so, so scared of his soulmate rejecting him for not being able to tell. And now they were happy and it was without him.

It hurt. A lot. But he didn't want to ruin their happiness. It was only his fault. He was to blame, for hesitating. For not wanting to ruin their friendship. For being selfish.

So he secretly took the letter and hid it in the bottom of his desk drawer. And he wished them the best.

After that, they started to drift away. Remus and Janus had a lot of date nights. And Virgil drifted away from them because he couldn't stand seeing them. It hurt too much, was all. Whenever Janus would smile at him, whenever Janus laughed, whenever Remus sighed and told him about a cute thing Janus had done, whenever they shared a milkshake, whenever they were so there, so with each other.

Whenever Janus insisted Virgil come as well, saying he missed him. Because Virgil knew, he knew that was because Janus could still feel the soulmate bond. But Janus didn't know, and Janus didn't see him that way, and that was just cruel. Why did fate do this to him? Why did it hate him so much?

After a while, when Virgil couldn't take it anymore, he begun to initiate fights. Janus was too much of a liar, he was too anxious to trust him. Remus was creepy and gross, he couldn't understand why he would say something like that. In the end, he became more and more of an asshole to the two of them. Their days were either spent apart or fighting, and Virgil would cry himself to sleep, pain and cold emptiness gnawing away at his soul.

After a while, he had pushed them so far away that he barely saw them at all anymore. And by then he was so used to it that he could just pretend everything was fine during the day. Sure, he couldn't bare to take off his hoody even in scalding hot summer. Sure, his panic attacks got worse and more frequent. Sure, he had started to wear black eyeshadow purely to hide the bags under his eyes. Sure, he woke up to dried tears on his face every single day. But it was fine. He was fine. He could take this, if it meant that the two most important people in his life were happy.

Patton, the soulmate of Remus's brother, had somehow ended up noticing how he was alone all the time now. And he'd adopted him into their friend group.

Roman and Remus were on bad terms with each other, so he barely knew them. It was kind of a fresh start, even if it was a rocky one. Remy and Roman were the least accepting of him. Roman because "A, he is the type of person Remus would hang out with. And, B, he hurt Remus with his sudden bullshit. Believe me, if you knew the things I learned through my brother…" and Remy just because he didn't want to breath the same air as him. Apparently.

Remy didn't hang out with the group if Virgil was with them. They meet up without him, which was a solution everyone was fine with. Besides, Remy had always liked to suddenly disappear and appear according to his mood. At least that was what his soulmate, Logan, said.

Roman, on the other hand, couldn't stay away that much. After all it was Patton who stuck to Virgil like friendly glue made out of puns, and Patton was Roman's soulmate. Both of them were extremely clingy too, apparently. So the two of them exchanged sarcastic comments and rude nicknames, but they didn't outright hate each other. At least Virgil didn't hate Roman.

Logan was nice to talk to. Almost as good at debates as Janus. They didn't have debates about philosophy, though. Those were reserved for Janus, and it felt like betraying him to have such a debate with someone else. They soon got to a point where hanging out was almost enjoyable, where they kind of liked each other.

And then, suddenly, it got a lot worse. A lot worse. So bad, Virgil couldn't get up in the morning. He couldn't eat anything, couldn't stop crying, could barely breath. About four panic attacks and one night of terrible, terrible loneliness later, Roman, Logan and Patton showed up at his door.

He couldn't help himself. He was so lonely, and he felt so worthless, and Patton was the only one who really wanted him around anyways. So he shrugged their concerns off, taking a sip from his hot coffee - the only acceptable hot beverage in August - and saying: "Well, I just… assumed you didn't want me around. I mean, you don't like me much anyways, so."

Patton had gasped in offence and horror, and Virgil couldn't help but smile at that, though the hole in his chest was still too much to bare and he couldn't look at them. "Yeah, yeah. Except you, Pat."

He'd been wrong. Logan drew up an entire chart to prove how much he contributed to their friend group and how much he provided. Even Roman told him that he was wanted, needed even. It was nice and wholesome, and to his surprise, it made him feel so much better. For just a moment, the hole inside his chest wasn't as icy and cold.

They ended up watching Disney that evening, with a bowl of popcorn and too much comments to actually concentrate on the movie. Later at night, Virgil even confessed that he knew his soulmate. A sore subject he didn't want to touch normally. They asked him why he was single, of course, whether it didn't work out between the two of them, whether that was even possible. And Virgil had shrugged. "I wouldn't know. We never tried, he already has someone." Then he'd chuckled. "I guess that was why I was such an asshole to Re and Jan when they got together, too. Kinda made me feel jealous and… lonely. Don't tell them, though. They don't even know that I already met my soulmate."

Janus would have been proud of him, for how well he had managed to lie to his new friends. Well, not lie directly. But a lie of omission, right?

There were many days like this after that. Days where everything got too much. His new friends understood that he sometimes had bad days. Patton would sent him videos of cute dogs and cats when he let them know he was out of order for that day. Roman would send him memes and Logan would tell him fun facts. It was precious of them, and it made Virgil feel a lot less lonely. The cold was still there, layered around the soulmate bond, the hole was just as gaping as always, but he didn't feel as lonely. And that was good enough.

Other days he could almost pretend that things were fine. He would be around his new friends for as long as his little, introverted heart allowed him. Then he'd listen to music, get stuff done, worry about dead lines and the world instead of Remus, or Janus and his absence in Virgil's life. Sometimes he would read, too. Or do pottery. He didn't do pots anymore though. Or flowers. Just art or tableware.

He didn't even mean to do it the first time. Really, it was an accident. He was just tired, and he did the dishes and then he accidentally cut himself with a knife. But as the blood trickled down his finger, the pain outside kind of overwhelmed the pain inside. So he sat down and watched his finger bleed. Because his hand was wet, it looked like more blood than it actually was.

He thought about that moment often after that, whenever the pain got too much to bare and he could barely hang on. And he did try to fight it, really, he did. But in the end, it was too tempting. Just a few cuts at a time, at first. Somewhere where no one would notice. With the hoody, that wasn't even that hard, actually. He always put on gauze, too, to make sure it didn't get infected.

It got a bit more when he heard from Roman that Janus and Remus had broken up. Apparently Janus felt weird dating Remus. They suspected that it was because Remus wasn't his soulmate - because Janus was Virgil's, his, he was supposed to date him and he wanted to yell it at Janus already, telling him the truth, finally holding him and kissing him and filling this Janus's formed hole in his heart - and Remus fully understood it. Things were a bit awkward between the two of them, but they would keep being friends.

And it got even more worse when Patton was Patton and decided to use this opportunity to get Virgil to make up with the two of them. It was nice of him, but the thing was that Janus was still Virgil's soulmate and didn't know about it.

He and Janus didn't get along too well. He made up with Remus way faster. And Roman didn't like Janus too much either, but once again Patton insisted on adopting the man into their friend group and Roman was too clingy to avoid him. But Janus made it, in the end. Of course Janus made it. He was dazzling and charismatic like that.

Only Virgil couldn't help keeping his defences up. If he let them down, he would tell him the truth. And he couldn't do that, not now, not until he made everything okay again. But he couldn't do that, not without letting his defences down and that just killed him on the inside.

And then he had a bad day. But he wanted to see Janus, so he got up and met up with the others. It helped. Seeing Janus there helped. Hearing him and Patton talking about Kant, watching him smile at Logan and joke around with both Remus and Roman… It helped. And yet it made him so much more aware of what he was missing.

Remus and Roman drove home together. Logan was supposed to meet Remy, so he had excused himself earlier. Patton worked in the café they'd been in, and his shift started after their meeting. So that left Virgil and Janus to walk out together.

Janus smelled like coconut, and his lips were a little chapped. Early winter, he always got chapped lips this time of year. The light made his skin glow, and from this angle with the way the light hit them his left eye looked a lot more golden than brown, unlike the right one.

It hurt. He wanted to grab Janus's hand, he wanted to kiss those lips, he wanted to hug him and never let him go, he wanted to grab him and hold him close until the smell of coconut would transfer to himself as well. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted so bad.

But how was he supposed to do any of it? How was he supposed to tell him?

In the end, he decided to just get it over with. Like a bandaid, just ripping it off. Straight out with it. But just when he was about to, had already taken a breath and opened his mouth…

"I missed you." Janus's melodic voice sounded way too sad. Virgil didn't like it. "Why did you just leave us behind, Virge? I missed you, but… You were acting so strange. You still are. Are you mad because I never texted you?"

He didn't say anything. Couldn't, even though he wanted to.

"If that's it, then I'm sorry. But, Virge, I… I did miss you. And you acting so cold to me really sucks. You're getting along fine with Remus now, so why not me?" He stopped and looked Virgil in the eyes, looking like he was searching for something. What, Virgil didn't know. But he didn't find it, judging by the way he averted his eyes. And that hurt, too. Everything hurt. He just wanted to go now. "I thought we were friends."

"No. I don't think we ever were supposed to be friends." Virgil took a deep breath. Now. He had to tell him now. Bandaid, remember? Just tell him. Virgil opened his mouth, looking at Janus.

Right. Just out with it. "The truth is we're soulmates. I'm sorry I never told you, I was scared. But I love you, Janus." Right. That was all he had to say. Just three sentences. Go on, do it. Please, just get them out already. It's been years now. You've known since you were sixteen, you've known for four years now. He deserves to know, too.

In the end, he shook his head. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I…" couldn't say it again. He ignored the tears gathering in his eyes as he turned away from Janus's hurt look. "I'm not feeling that good."

And he ran. He ran away, like he always did. God, he was such a coward. And for what?

At home, he pulled out the letter from last year. Then, he screamed. He couldn't take it anymore, he just screamed and sobbed. And he knew that it wasn't fair, that he'd done this to himself, but he was in so much pain. He just couldn't take it.

But he'd done this to himself. By hesitating, by not giving the letter, by ruining what little relationship he had with his soulmate, by pushing him away, by lying, by not saying what he wanted to. And what for? A fleeting happiness, a failed relationship, a churning ball of fear in his stomach?

Virgil didn't mean for it to get that bad. He meant to stop earlier. He didn't mean for the wounds to be that deep either. But they did, and he didn't, and he only really realised when he got dizzy at standing up. Oh. Oh, that was a lot of blood. And he was still bleeding. Damnit, he needed help. But who would…? Who could…

He grabbed his phone and called the first number in his contacts. It was Remus's voice that picked up after the second ring. "Hey, Rem. It's me." He winced at how weak his voice sounded. "I, uh… I did something stupid. And I know I've been an asshole, but I really, really need your help."

"Janus said you didn't feel so good." Remus sounded genuinely worried. And was that Janus's voice in the background? It was, wasn't it? Tears sprung to his eyes again.

"Yeah. Hey, tell him I'm sorry for me? I wanted to say something, but I didn't again, and… yeah." He couldn't understand the response he got. Blinking, he tried to stay awake. Falling asleep was bad, right? Oh, right. Remus. "Listen, Remus, I… Did something stupid. There's a lot of blood. I think I need to go to the hospital."

"Blood? The hospital? Virgil what did you do?!"

He flinched at the panicked voice. That didn't suit Remus at all. Wait, wasn't that Janus? Had Remus put him on speaker? Well, it didn't matter, really. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He said instead. And then: "I'm scared."

"Okay. Okay, shit. We're almost there. It's alright, we're almost- Take a left, Re, that's faster. We're almost there, okay Virge?"

"Okay." He hesitated, lump in his throat. He thought he could feel tears running down his face, but he was a bit too out of it to be sure. "Thank you."

They kept their word. He could hear Janus's shocked cry and Remus's cussing before the darkness took over.

❖

When he woke up, he was in a white room. Around him, he could see a bunch of people. One with dirty blonde hair and freckles, holding hands with a brunette with glasses. Next to them sat a man with similar glasses and black hair. On the other side was a man much like the first, but with one strand dyed silver and the rest chestnut brown. And another man, who stole the breath right out of his lunges.

Long, golden hair, tied up to a bun, pale skin, warm eyes somewhere between gold and brown, and a snake tattoo on his left cheek. He wore black, with yellow and gold accessories, and he was absolutely stunning. Around him there were weird fireworks, almost like glitter. Did the others see that, too? It was blue, and something inside him told him that that was worry. The same part clenched around his heart, demanding to make the worry go away.

But… "Who are you?"

They all gasped, looking at him. "Virgil?! Oh my god, you're awake." That was the voice of the man with the dyed hair. What was his name? He couldn't quite remember.

"I don't… Who are you? Where am I? Do I know you? I think I know you, but…" He trailed off, regretting having said anything when hurt crossed the stunning man's face. "Sorry."

"Oh, no, you don't… I'm sorry. I should've noticed you were hurting." He sighed, putting on an obviously fake smile as he grabbed his - Virgil's? His name was Virgil, had the man said, right? - hand. "We are your friends, Virgil. That's Logan, Patton, Roman, and Remus. And I am Janus." Janus. Yeah, Virgil though, that fit him. But somehow, Janus looked like he was steeling himself for something. He took a deep breath, smiling more, tears in those wonderful eyes. "I'm you soulmate."

"My soulmate?"

Janus nodded, clutching a purple piece of paper in his hand. "Yes. It's a bit complicated, but, I am. We're soulmates."

Virgil nodded, looking around. There were a lot of people around him. And they all looked so happy to see him awake. His friends and his soulmate, huh? Virgil looked back to Janus. "There's a lot of people here."

"Do you want us to go, kiddo?" That was Patton who'd said that, right? He sounded sad at the idea, and Virgil didn't like it much either. So he shook his head.

"No. I was just thinking, there's a lot of people caring about me."

He got a few sad smiles in return. "Of course, Virge. We all love you very much. And don't you dare to forget that again, you hear?" Janus clenched Virgil's hand in his and put it to his forehead, almost desperately. "Don't you ever dare forget that I love you. You idiot."

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I don't care what ship but give me a fic where two characters are interacting and one notice that oh my goodness their eyes are so pretty oh no they're so pretty oh no

tw swearing, making out (if it’s not making out and just kissing I’m sorry I have no idea how kissing works all I know is they’re in love mmkay)

post fwsa

The excitement of the day's events had yet to wear off. While Roman was much calmer than before, he was still giddy and happy. He had sunk out with Virgil to give Thomas time to fill in the other sides without Roman and Virgil interfering with their then-uncontrollable excitement. Now, they were in the mindscape commons.

Virgil fell on the couch. He maneuvered himself into a sitting position, immediately putting his head in his hands.

Roman laughed, sitting beside him. "You alright, Virge?"

"Alright?" Virgil asked incredulously, lifting his head from his hands a fraction of an inch. He made a noise too positive to be a scoff and let his elated open-mouthed smile show clearly on his face. "I'm fucking fantastic!"

Roman's heart stopped. He finally noticed Virgil's eyeshadow. It was purple, not black. A brilliant, glittering purple. And oh, stars above, was Roman gay.

He could only manage a short laugh in response, eyes still trained on Virgil.

The eyeshadow didn't just make Roman gayer, it brought out Virgil's eyes. Roman decided then and there that he could drown in those eyes for all eternity and call it an honorable death. Virgil's chocolate brown eyes, previously shadowed by the pitch-black eyeshadow, were now showing their unfathomable beauty to Roman in a way he was unsure if he could handle. He was torn between wanting to stare at them for the rest of his life and wanting to never have to look at and be caught off-guard by those eyes again. He was leaning towards the former because he knew it would be impossible to avoid seeing Virgil's eyes again, and now that he knew of all the heavenly wonders they held, he wouldn't be able to ignore their beauty, even if Virgil went back to black eyeshadow.

Despite being a prince and a warrior, Roman couldn't find the strength to look away. Any worries of Virgil taking notice of his staring either weren't there or were too far at the back of his mind for him to register their existence.

Virgil's laughing started to awkwardly cease. "What is it, Roman?"

Roman's trance was interrupted, the confused look on Virgil's face finally registering in his brain. He lifted his head a bit and blinked animatedly three times in succession, running over Virgil's question in his mind multiple times to make sense of it.

"Is something wrong?"

Roman finally realized that this was a result of Virgil noticing his staring. Wherever those anxieties were when he was entranced, whether it be in the back of his mind or nonexistent, were now loud and clear at the front of his brain.

"Oh! Uh...no. No. Nothing is wrong," Roman said, words speeding up as he spoke. "Everything is fine and nothing bad or out of the ordinary is going on."

Virgil looked unimpressed. "Seriously. Is there, like, something on my face?"

Roman opened his mouth to mention the eyeshadow but realized the eyeshadow was black again. Roman frowned.

"No..." he said pensively. "No, there isn't."

Virgil gave him an unreadable look for a moment, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Alright, what's up?"

Roman blushed at his forward tone, scratching the back of his neck. "Nothing, you just...your eyeshadow was...um...purple."

Virgil's eyebrows raised in mild surprise. "Was it? Huh."

"Yeah...."

Virgil suddenly looked worried. "Is there something wrong about that? I'm so-"

"No!" Roman exclaimed quickly, covering his mouth the second the word had escaped it. He had been a bit too loud. "Um...no. No, it was fine. Quite nice, actually."

Virgil blushed at that. "Oh, well...thanks. I think."

Roman almost swooned—Virgil looked so cute with a blush adorning his features and a cautious smile on his face. His eyeshadow may have been back to black but now that Roman had seen the figurative light, he was noticing just how stunning Virgil was. Of course, he'd vaguely acknowledged Virgil's attractiveness before, but this, especially with the pure ecstasy he was radiating, this was a whole new level. This realization was different.

Roman didn't know much about what he was feeling at that moment, and the only thing that seemed to be clear was his incredible desire to sweep Virgil into a passionate kiss.

"Roman...you're still staring," Virgil observed nervously. "Are you sure it's just that? Have...have I done something?"

Roman's face immediately fell into sympathy. "Oh, my darling, no. You have done nothing wrong, nothing near it."

Virgil blushed, likely at the pet name. "Then why are you staring?"

"Sometimes I can't help but appreciate beauty," Roman said thoughtlessly, "and your eyes, mi corazón, outshine all the jewels on Earth."

Roman wasn't exactly known for thinking before he spoke. This was a prime example of this, and of the immediate regret that typically followed. Roman hadn't meant to be that forward. He'd likely ruined everything he had with Virgil for forever.

Virgil's face was aflame. He put his head in his hands. He flipped his hood up and Roman could hear a muffled scream from within the fabric.

Well, there was no going back now. If he backtracked, he'd only make things worse. So, he rolled with it.

"What are you doing? While I know they are your eyes and you can do with them what you wish, I'm really hating being deprived of my view."

Virgil screamed again, higher.

"Are you alright, my dear? Is there anything I can kill for you to relieve you of your anguish?" Roman asked in concern.

A minute of silence passed, and Virgil slowly removed himself from his hoodie. His cheeks were still redder than Roman's sash, but he seemed to be in a place where he wasn't going to scream anytime soon.

“I’m okay,” Virgil said slowly, the words leaving his mouth over enunciated and like he didn’t believe what he was saying.

“That’s wonderful, Stormy Knight! However, it would be an honor to kill something in your na-”

Virgil grabbed Roman’s collar and pulled him closer, before putting another hand on his chest and leaning him backwards slowly. Roman was now blushing up a storm, looking up at Virgil weakly as he was taken off-guard and no longer had anything to say.

So, he started rambling. “I-Virg- um...I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry if I’ve ruined things. I just said something without thought, you know how I am, and I went with it ‘cause I didn’t wanna worsen th-”

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” Virgil growled harshly.

Roman’s words cut off and he looked into Virgil’s eyes, shocked and alarmed. He noticed that his anxious side had his hypnotizing eyes set on Roman’s lips. Roman gulped in worry and in discomfort at being looked at in such a way, but managed to stumble out a response.

“I...I mean... if, um, if you’re offering...”

Virgil crashed his lips against Roman, sending his back to the couch cushions and Virgil properly on him.

The kiss was passionate, searing, and had a fire so hot that no star could compare. While Roman might’ve been oblivious of his feelings for Virgil until a short while ago, this had clearly been building up for a long time.

When they separated, they were both panting and were staring at each other like there was nothing else in the world.

Roman smiled slightly.

“What?”

“Your eyeshadow...it’s purple again.”

Virgil smiled in return, before returning his lips to Roman’s.

That was so weird I’m sorry I have no idea how kissing works. They’re just in love, okay? I’m sleep deprived and have to go to math tutoring in ten minutes so please bear with me. I hope you liked it! Sorry these prompts are taking so long, I just have school as well as limited motivation and three ongoing wips.

#prinxiety #ts fanfic #roman sanders #virgil sanders #romantic prinxiety #fic #prinxiety fic #roman #virgil #prompt #somehow-i-got-an-account #i'm sorry for the intensity at the end i just...i have no excuse #ts roman #ts virgil #i'm finally publishing something yay #post fwsa #kill writes

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