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elliehase-blog · 3 months

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The Valentine's Surprise

It’s just a random day in February and Roman bursts through the door, bringing a blast of cold air from outside into Virgil’s room.

“We have a problem!”

“Hm,” Virgil replies without looking up from his book.

“It’s an emergency,” Roman says more emphatically.

Virgil lifts an eyebrow slightly. “Is the house on fire? Should I run for my life?”

“Much worse.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman unceremoniously flop down on the armchair next to him, burying his face in his arms.

“We have no date for Valentine’s Day,” he says in a tone of voice in which other people say, ‘I only have six months to live’. “Why do I think of this so late every year? Why? Why is Valentine’s Day always so sudden?”

Virgil smirks behind the pages. “Yes, it’s hard to believe that they put it so spontaneously and completely arbitrarily on February the 14th again. Is it no longer possible to rely on anything in life?”

Roman fishes for a pillow and throws it in Virgil’s direction. “Not funny, Mister Sarcasm!”

It becomes more than clear that Roman, with all his pre-Valentine’s heartbreak, isn’t going anywhere else. Virgil struggles with himself for a moment before finally putting the book aside and turning to Roman.

“Why are you bothering me with this anyway? Patton seems to me the right side to contact for your problem.”

Roman sighs deeply and tragically. “No, it has to be you,” he confesses and comes finally to the point. “You’re the one who can push this problem into focus.”

‘Ah’ thinks Virgil, only mildly surprised. No one ever comes to him for advice. Especially not Roman.

“Listen, Princey, weren’t we all agreeing on not psyching ourself out over some day and instead celebrating love in all its forms?”

He knew that the topic would come up again, no matter how well Roman coped with the whole thing on the outside. You don’t have to be a genius to realize that his thoughts still revolve around Nico Flores and the unclear relationship.

“Ugh.” Roman sighs again. “It’s just…,” he starts to explain and his voice sounds husky, as if he had a cold. “I’m Thomas’s romantic side and I should do something, right? Valentine’s Day makes me sentimental, and I want to throw around grand gestures, but… What’s the point of embracing love if you never get anything back?”

That was too much of an exaggeration, even by Roman’s standards. Virgil would like to make a sarcastic remark again, but he can’t. Not when Roman looks like that, so worked up and hurt. It always causes a strange tug in his chest that he can’t quite explain.

“Wow, that’s a gloomy way of seeing it.” Virgil swings his legs over the edge of the couch and stands up. “Come on, you stayed already for too long in my room. Breathe, okay?”

Roman allows Virgil to grab him by the arm and carefully escort him out of this dark corner of the mind.

“Better?”

“Better,” Roman agrees, but still sounding a little helpless.

It’s unbearable.

“Okay, you know what, let me show you something.”

Almost energetically, Virgil manoeuvres them in the direction of the stairs. It’s kind of surprising how little defensive Roman is about all of it. Usually, he is protesting and whining a lot more. For now, he just raises his arms in a questioning manner.

“Virge, what-” he stops abruptly. Roman has the widened, panicked gaze of a deer on the highway that suddenly and abruptly finds itself in the middle of the headlights of an approaching truck.

“Oh my goodness! Are you kidding me?! What’s… Why…?”

Virgil bites his lower lip, amused. “My pet spider wanted a friend, and you’re always into battling monsters, so…”

“No, no, no… No!”

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Unconditional, requited love.”

Roman looks at Virgil, then at the spider and his tiny self, and finally back to Virgil again.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Virgil crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. To be honest, he’s just a little smug about it. You can’t choose where Cupid’s arrow will land.

“What can I say, you make my spider feel special and awesome.”

The corners of Roman’s mouth twitch. It looks like a smile he’s suppressing. “I will tolerate this nonsense,” he says benevolently. “But it’s not at all solving my problem.”

Virgil should walk away now, leaving Roman behind with nothing but his self-doubts and fears. That’s at least what the old anxiety would do. Damn it, he is not the one who is usually comforting people! But then again… it’s all about family, right? At least, that’s what Patton would say.

“I can’t believe that I have to point it out.” Virgil sighs and feels a little uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Love always comes around for us when we least expect it. You don’t have to force anything, Roman. Accept and acknowledge what you already have. There’s a lot of affection in different ways and forms around you. You’re just not seeing it clear.”

It’s strange to have said it out loud after it’s been rumbling in his stomach like an ulcer. Strange and relieving at the same time.

Virgil clears his throat. Anyway, it’s not that he meant anyone specific. What matters is, that Roman’s face suddenly lights up with a warm, knowing smile. It makes Virgil feel a whole lot better too.

"I knew I could count on you," says Roman softly, and no one is commenting it.

💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️

I hope you enjoyed the small (not beta-read) story. I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes my german brain wasn't seeing.

#sanders sides #sander sides fanart #sander sides fanfic #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #valentines day

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its-ahissionado · 29 days

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Musical Pun Times

Oh my god this took so long to write.

Roman: I am going to have a supercalifragilistic–existential CRISIS here.

Patton: Oh, we're making musical puns now? Well, Bye Bye Boredom!

Virgil: The hills are alive... and they're judging you.

Logan: How long have you guys been saving those puns?

Patton: Oh, these things just come to us, Mister Thinkin' in the Rain!

Virgil: He's lying, I saw him and Roman brainstorming all day yesterday.

Janus: You called?

Patton: AH— Janus..!

Virgil: *sighs* And now Dr. Trickyll and Mr. Lies is here.

Logan: Janus already came up with that one, Virgil.

Virgil: I'm not the creative one here.

Roman: Get out of here, Shamilton!

Janus: Ah, Roman, thank you so much for the invite to this musical pun parade. All of your pun–tastic efforts for The King and Lie.

Roman: Don't turn this fun time into a pun–ishment!

Janus: Lie me a river.

Logan: Janus is allowed to have some entertainment too, Roman.

Roman: Stay out of this, Legally Blind!

Logan: I'm not in this. I refuse to join in the pun creation.

Patton: Aw, come on, Logan! We'll just have to show you a little School of Rock!

Logan: I will not.

Virgil: Buzzkill.

Patton: Don't look so mad! We all know the saying: "when you're making puns, Anything Goes!"

Roman, about Janus: But nothing ever goes with... eh...

Janus: Betty Blue Lies.

Roman: I hate that you're helping me insult you.

Virgil: One would think The Cocky Horror Show over there wouldn't be mean all the time.

Roman: Oh shut up, Guys & Bawls.

Roman: D– I mean—

Patton: Now Roman, don't insult my son like that, or I Will Rock You.

Virgil: No, I did start it. But still...

Virgil: Now I'm just Les Miserable.

Logan: Sometimes the best way to deal with emotions is to Let it Be.

Patton: LOGAN MADE A PUN!!

Logan: NOT— ...on purpose.

#incorrect quotes #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #janus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders

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loganslowdown4 · 10 months

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Virgil: Dad! DAD!! There’s an ugly monster under my bed!

Patton: *bursting in* VIRGIL!

Patton: That’s not how I raised you!

Patton: *looking under the bed* Come here, come on out Mr Snake Man. It’s alright. *hugs him*

Patton: *pointing at Virgil* You’re the only ‘monster’ in here. And you’re not even that, that is not nice language, you’re grounded mister!

Janus: *hugging Patton* I-I’m...not ugly... *cries*

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caregiver-fizzarolli · 21 days

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mister Fizzy! Mister Fizzy! Wook at my bunny!- Zeek

aww thats so neat kiddo! my favorite stuffie is also a bunny! mine's name is patton, what's yours?

#helluva boss agere #hazbin hotel agere #helluva agere #hazbin agere #sfw agere #age regressor #agere little #age regression #agere community #agere blog #age regression caregiver #agere caregiver #caregiver fizz #caregiver fizzarolli #fizzarolli #helluva boss fizzarolli

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royall-ass · 1 month

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hi sanders sides animators i have a list of ideas but i cannot animate at all so here they are

feel free to reblog this to get more artists to see it!!!

Logan never shut up again heathers au?? where virgil is veronica, patton is heather m, and roman is heather c. it’ll probably cut off when kurt and ram come in cuz idk who theyd be

okay hear me out with this one… dont let me go animatic with remus as donkey and janus as shrek. after the twins split, remus is to scary so they kick him out and he has to go find somewhere else to say. So, he finds Janus and begs him to let him stay despite how strange he is

the dont let me go idea could also be patton desperately trying to befriend janus after everything thats happened

i love play rehearsal animatic (human au) where roman is ranting to a side about how much he loves theater?? this would preferably be virgil janus or logan but its up to the artist

stupid with love animatic where its logan pining for roman (another human au) (i think this has been done but idk)

killer instinct animatic where roman is talking about what hes done to get to the point hes at and how hes ‘proud’ of where he is idk how you might interpret it its up to the artist again

OKAY OKAY. this one is another hear me out…. i know it’s today animatic but its virgil growing up talking about how he hates being with the dark sides?? idk something like that

Roman hard to be the bard animatic idk what youd do but i love the idea of him complaining about how much work he does and how hes slowly breaking down

mister cellophane but its logan. i dont think i need to explain this any further

the i love you song and the au is that virgil is patton and janus’ kid?? maybe patton and logan??

patton good morning baltimore thats it thats all i’ll say

Virgil and roman singing what is this feeling from wicked

another wicked idea, roman singing popular to virgil or logan

logan singing god i hate shakespeare about roman with patton as nigel and the ensemble

roman singing i can hear the bells about any side (except remus) (human au probs but up to artist)

Remus singing positive to Janus as he tries getting virgil back to the dark sides?? he sings about how janus is better than the light sides (particularly roman, considering hes the one growing closer with virgil)

logan or roman singing my grand plan

The pitiful children but its Janus trying to manipulate one of the sides. probably patton or roman

What’s up Duloc animatic where roman is farquaad and its him just goofing off in the imagination idk i think itd be cute cuz theyre both silly

thank you for reading this list :3 if ur an animator i would LOVE to see these ideas (please im begging you)

#roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides

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ask-nico-and-the-sides · 2 months

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Remus's tongue question is a good one, understandable why you wouldn't want to tell him, but it does raises more questions on a scientific angle, like, if said tongue is akin to a frogs, could you in theory snap up the last cookie from a distance with it? Seems useful in getting items from a distance very quickly.

Patton: LOGAN TAKE THAT SIGN DOWN THIS INSTANT MISTER

Logan: no

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders

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gamequeenanya · 14 days

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Right? Can't you just imagine Patton getting in the middle of an argument Roman caused during a video by saying "Roman Princey Creativity Sanders, do not make me summon the tickle monster, mister."? Or maybe something more casual like a Q&A where Roman is asked what kind of fights he would win and he answers "I'm unbeatable in any battle. I've won sword fights, pillow fights, tickle fights, dance fights,–" then Thomas says "Wait, what was that last one?" and clueless Roman just says "Dance fights?" and a clearly flustered Virgil says "Let's move on." Or perhaps in that same video, Janus is asked what kind of stuff he gets up to with his extra hands and he gives a demonstration that seems normal at first, giving a book to Logan, trying to take Roman's sword, flipping off Virgil, arm wrestling with Remus, etc. But one hand is tickling Patton, who's giggling up a storm. Or better yet, all his hands tickle everyone at once as his big finish last example for the question.

I challenge my Sanders Sides followers to draw one of these scenarios!

#anon #long ask #sanders sides tickling #awww!

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gingerplaysthesims · 1 year

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So I thought about figuring out why the baby was getting born headless (it happened repeatedly, everytime the baby was generated with human skintone), but in the end I didn’t bother (spoiler: she grows head as a toddler, I wouldn’t leave it like that otherwise, lmao). Kinda fits Virgil’s vibe.

Virgil: Cool, at least you won’t puke on me.

Patton: So where is our cute new arriva- HOLY MOLLY!

Logan: Fascinating. Maybe her DNA is part cryptodira? Like the hidden neck turtles. What if we tried-

Roman: I’ll draw dicks on your Doctor Who posters if you try to run tests on her.

Patton: I think you’ve been spending too much time with Remus, mister.

So like, where are you guys sticking the bottles when you feed her.

Jesus Roman, put a shirt on, ffs. Even sims without eyes are distracted by your pecks.

So that’s Sophie. Just your average alien baby.

#roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #sanders sims #ts2 #sims 2 #sophie sanders

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calethelettuce · 7 months

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SaSi Intruality Week 3/7: Be Gay, And Maybe NOT Do Crime??

Prompt: Crime

Tags: @intrualityweek

Synopsis: Remus commits arson. Patton is in dad mode and is panicking. Oh and Janus is here- Fluffy fluff. You're welcome.

Characters: Remus, Janus (They use They/Them in this one), Patton

Relationships: Platonic Intruality, Besties Moceit, Platonic Dukeceit

TW: Arson, description of blood/burns, swearing, sexual innuendos

Remus nearly busted through Patton's front door, shouting, "Patton! I made an oopsie! AGAIN!!" He paused for a moment, before adding, "The groceries are still intact though!"

And by intact, he meant the burnt, nearly melted plastic bags he held in his left hand.

Patton poked his head into the room from the kitchen. The look of pure shock and horror on his face was the greatest thing Remus had seen since last time.

"Remus!" Patton cried, rushing over to him, "What happened this time?! Are you hurt badly?" he gently put a hand under Remus' chin, turning his head side to side as he looked for external damage. "Are you okay?"

Remus cackled. "Nah, I'm okay!"

Patton sighed in relief at that, putting a hand on the side's shoulder, taking the grocery bags from him. "Go sit on the couch, mister," he ordered, pointing in the direction of the living room, "I'm going to make sure there's no stab wounds or something like that on you!"

Remus rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. He wandered into the living room, stifling a yawn. He was certainly bored, that was for sure.

He found Janus curled up at the arm of the couch, a blanket covering them as they read a ridiculously long book. Remus brightened up at the snake-like side's presence.

"Janny!" he cheered, plopping down next to them, "I miss you!"

Janus blinked in surprise. "Oh, hello Remus." they said smoothly. "I certainly did expect to see you here."

"Surprise!" Remus leaned into their side, looking up at them with a dopey grin. "Whatcha doing here?"

"Patton invited me over to have a discussion on a few things, which the details are definitely your business."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Boring! Wanna know what I did today?"

"...no."

"I set a tower on fire!" He cackled, waving his arms around as he spoke, "It was so fucking cool! A dragon tried to fight me, Jan Jan!"

Janus nodded slowly, only half listening as Remus went on about his day. They placed a bookmark into their book, placing it onto the side table. "That's terrible, Remus. I'm glad you had a decent day."

Patton returned moments later, carrying a first aid kit. "I'm back!" he called, setting the case of supplies on the coffee table, "Hopefully you two didn't do anything too mischievous while I was gone."

"I was tempted to bite them," Remus said, pointing to Janus (who was absolutely thrilled at the implications), "But I didn't!"

Patton shot Janus a confused look, but turned back to Remus with a smile. "Well, good on you for some self control, bud!" He opened up the case, grabbing a bottle of medical alcohol and a cotton pad. "Now, how about let's look at any injuries you might have, okay?"

Remus pouted, but obliged. He sat as still as he could and let Patton examine him as he checked for cuts or anything of the sort. He knew there was a good burn on his right shoulder, but he would let Patton find it himself. What's the fun of it if someone's doing the work for you?

It took the father figure figment a minute or two to find it, but when he did, his gasp was so loud that Logan could probably hear it from his house next door.

"Remus, why didn't you say something about it?! This is bad!"

Remus hadn't even taken off his top, but the fabric was so mangled and torn above the burn area that he hadn't even needed to for Patton to be able to see it. He liked the pain, so he didn't mind much. The huge patch of burnt skin stretched along his entire shoulder blade, skin peeling off in horrendously big chunks as dried blood went with it. It was red, angry, and would probably be fun to deal with until it healed.

"Didn't think too much about it until now, Frog Daddy!" he poked the oozing wound for reference, hissing in delight at the sharp and painful tingles sent through his body. "I'm okay!"

"Oh dear..." Patton sighed quietly to himself, unscrewing the lid of the alcohol. "I'm gonna hate asking this, but can you please take your shirt partially off so your shoulder is exposed?"

Remus perked up. "Oooooo? Getting frisky like the Victorians, eh? Fine, I'll give you some shoulder action!" Remus unbuttoned his top, exposing his charred shoulder. "You like what you see?"

Janus rolled their eyes from their spot on the couch, stifling a smile as they went back to reading with a glass of water to go along.

"Yes, Remus, very nice." Patton smiled at him and his antics. "Now hold still and try not to scream, okay? I have to get all the dried gunk off of it." He dipped the pad into the alcohol, making sure to let all of the excess drip back into the bottle.

"I'll try, but I might not be able to contain myself! Pain turns me on!"

And then Janus spit out the sip of water they were currently trying to drink. "Please never say that again. Seriously, I'm telling the truth. I'd like to keep this water in my body, please and thank you."

Remus cackled. "Sorry Janny! But not really. I'm not sorry at all!" he turned back to Patton, who was waiting patiently with his alcohol soaked cotton pad. "Okay, hit me with it, Pattycake! I expect pain! The best kind!"

Patton nodded, and got to work cleaning up the burn. "Now, can you tell me what happened?" he asked.

"Heheh, that tickles- Oh yeah! I fought a dragon!" Remus boasted, "I got bored coming back from getting groceries, so I went to the Imagination and started burning shit down! Villages, grass, people.. And then I fought a dragon! But Roman made me fix all the destruction. I wouldn't let him heal me!" he frowned at the thought of his twin.

"Why's that, dear?" Patton finished dabbing up the excess blood and brought out multiple kinds of bandages and ointments.

"I like when you do it, Pat! It's more fun!"

Patton chuckled, wrapping up the burn nice and neat. "I can't say it's my favorite thing to do, but if I can do it for you then I'll do my best!" he said fondly, "You're all done, Remus. Don't go and wreak anymore havoc for right now, okay? You don't want Roman to get imaginary cops involved."

"I'll fight off the imaginary cops!" Remus concluded, hopping to his feet. "I'm gonna go summon cops right now to go fight! Bye Patton!!" He called running out the door, "I won't get hurt this time!"

And the front door slammed shut.

Patton hadn't even been able to process what Remus had said until the side was already out the door and yelling goodbye. He let out a breathy huff with a small smile, cleaning up the trash from the miniature nurse's office he had set up in his living room. "How have you dealt with him for so many years, Jan?" he asked. "He's a lot sometimes."

Janus shrugged. "Truthfully? I've got no clue." They finished the chapter of their book, putting it down once again and standing up. "Best to go after him, just in case. I'll be back in a few minutes, Patton. Check on your groceries, yes?"

"I forgot! See you in a while!"

Patton stood, heading to the kitchen counter to the bags which had nearly melted to the counter by now. He unpacked the items as he said,

"Oh, Remus, what on earth are we going to do with you?"

Remus is a very chaotic boi

#sanders sides #patton sanders #remus sanders #thomas sanders #ts patton #ts sides #sanders sides fanfic #sandersides #sanders sides fanfiction #ts remus #tss remus #tss patton #intruality

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Cold Comforts: Cracking Ice

I imagine that you get a lot of asks so apologies if this one adds to an endless list of them. I have this sanders sides concept in mind where Patton was not the one who caused the original creativity to split nor was Patton morality during this time and it was Logan; but because Janus had left before it occured and Virgil, Remus, and Roman didnt really exist yet, no one knows about this. But because Janus can pick up on lies (including lies of omission), he quickly pieces together the truth. No idea how you'd work that into a story of any kind (if that was something you would want to do), just thought it would be neat to at least share. ax3-e0n

hey !! i don't have a super specific request, but i'd love some qpr content from you if you don't mind !! any ship is fine, but i love qpr dukeceit, analogical, and moxiety ^^ - anon

I really loved Cold Comforts (that fight did break me but in the best way possible) and I would love to know what happens in the aftermath. Like how do they actually reconcile and make up for what was said? - anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: self-esteem issues, implied/referenced rsd

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3293

At first, there is elation.

Roman blinks awake in the ruined corpse of a dying tower, covered in cobwebs and layers of dust. He blinks, bits of it falling into his eyes. A phantom warmth rests on his cheeks and in his befuddled state, he thinks it might be the sun.

"Shh, little one," he hears from eons away, "it's alright. I'm here now."

He blinks again and the phantom warmth grows stronger, coalescing itself into hands on his face, thumbs gently stroking his tears away. He's still crying, lips still trying to form comforts from nothing. He blinks again and the blob in front of him focuses.

"L-Logan?"

"Hello, little one," Logan whispers, "it's okay. I'm here now."

Here.

Hands. Warm hands. Warm hands on his face, cupping it like it's something precious, like he's something precious. Warm hands that brush away his tears and a warmer voice that says it's okay. I'm here now.

"You're here?" His voice, cracked and dusty from overuse. "Y-you're really here?"

"Yes," says Logan, smiling and reaching up to run his fingers through Roman's hair, "I'm here. I'm really here. And so are you."

"Don't do that, Princey," comes another voice, one that appears over the edge of the shell too, "you scared the shit out of us."

"Language, mister," comes yet another, "but he's right, kiddo. You really scared us, there."

"Being scary is my schtick, Ro-Bro," says yet another, "don't do it without me."

And, just when Roman's heart feels fit to burst, the last voice sighs and reaches into the shell too. "Not that this isn't very touching, but I think we'd all be better off outside this very scary tower with no stairs."

He blinks dumbly as yellow-gloved hands reach for him, fitting carefully around his shoulders and gently pulling him to sit upright. Logan's hands shift down to his elbows, helping to get him out of the dust-caked blankets. His head pounds. He feels dizzy.

"Slow, you jerks," Virgil's voice mutters, "he's just been like that for who knows how long and he's been crying."

"Here," Logan says softly, only for Roman's ears, "lean on me. I've got you."

And oh, isn't that surreal, to have Logan's arms wrap around him and be leaned against a broad chest, to have another set of hands at his back and to be helped down from his dusty perch. His limbs feel discombobulated, disconnected, and he flails a few times before he figures out how to hold on too. Logan is patient with him, though, and helps him over to a chair that Remus conjures and sits him to face the sun.

"Here," says Patton, handing him a glass of water, "try and drink that, okay, sweetheart?"

Oh, he realizes belatedly, I'm being taken care of.

At first, there is elation.

They came. They actually came. They wanted to find him and so they searched for him, they found their way up a tower that he did not design to be found. They sought after him because they noticed he was gone and so they chose to come and find him. They are here because he was not there.

At first, there is elation.

Then, there is only dread.

They're going to want to know what happened. He's going to have to explain what happened. They're going to want to know what happened and why he ran so far away and why he started to fade and all of this is going to go away. He's going to have to tell them about the argument and all of the horrible things he said and he's going to watch all of this care fade away into disappointment.

Because they will be. Disappointed.

Roman, you never learn.

Roman, we've been over this.

Roman, you know better.

Roman, how could you be so cruel? Roman, you should think about the things you say before you say them. Roman, I expected better from you. Roman, you're supposed to be better than this. Roman, Roman, Roman, will you ever stop being a disappointment?

This, right now, this is the last he will be able to have this comfort with no strings attached. It will be the last time he's able to ask for something and have it be given, the last time he can feel as though they're doing it because they want to.

And even now, he can hear their voices.

That's such a mean way to think about it, Roman. I wish you wouldn't think we don't know what we're doing when we comfort you. What, did you think it was just something we did?

And, how selfish of you, Roman, that you wouldn't tell us what happened because you thought we wouldn't want to comfort you after we knew what you'd done. Maybe you should have told us right away, then we wouldn't have this problem in the first place. Logan was right.

And, this is emotionally abusive, Roman, you know that, right? Being so dramatic and playing the victim and guilt-tripping like this even though you did something wrong too. Manipulating us like this is wrong. You know it's wrong. We'd be more inclined to forgive you if you weren't being so awful about admitting that you're hurt by something.

They're here and they came and Roman wants nothing more than to run away again.

"Whatever you're thinking," Remus's voice cuts in, "stop it. Stop being mean to my brother."

Roman startles and a moment later, he has a lapful of Remus. Remus buries his nose in the crook of his neck and squeezes tightly, their hearts pressed against each other's ribcages. It's uncomfortable, it's awkward, and Roman loves it.

"I was so scared," comes the whispered confession, "when you started Fading. I thought I was gonna lose you again."

"I'm sorry, Re, I didn't mean to, I swear—"

"I know, Roro, I know."

"I just—I had to go—"

"Easy," Virgil's low voice rumbles, a hand settling on his shoulder, "breathe, bud. It's okay. You're okay. Remus isn't mad at you."

"Y-you're not?"

"No, Roro, I'm not mad at you."

The part of Roman's brain that isn't screaming softwarmsafebrothercomfort shies away at the way Remus says you.

Right.

In the way a soldier dons his armor before a fatal fight, Roman takes a deep breath and carefully pats Remus's thigh. Remus lets him go, confusion written on his features as Roman stands up and begins to lower the tower's room to the ground. It settles on the earth with a low rumble and one of the walls finally caves, leading out into a familiar field of rolling grass. He walks out into the sunshine, the warmth settling over him like boulders. He allows himself one more moment to clutch his hand to his side before he turns and faces his executioners.

"I'm sorry," he begins, "for being so dramatic. I didn't mean to Fade and while I know that doesn't change anything, and I'm not trying to use it as an excuse, I hope that the knowledge that it wasn't done purposefully makes it a little better. It might be wrong of me to hope that, but…I do. I didn't mean to affect the videos or Thomas or anything of that nature, and you have my deepest and sincerest apologies that I let my—my tantrum get this bad."

He looks at Logan. His hands twinge in pain.

"Logan, I apologize for wasting your time. I apologize for being unreasonable and bull-headed and ignorant. I didn't mean it when I said you weren't useful and I didn't mean to imply that you don't know what you're doing. I know I can come off as arrogant and overconfident and I'm sorry. I've been trying to work on it but clearly, I haven't been trying hard enough. I'll do better. I promise."

With a heavy heart, he glances over at Remus.

"And I know…I know you weren't there, but I'm sorry to you too. I—at one point during the argument, I called you a menace and nothing but a problem to be vanquished. I'm sorry."

Remus stares at him. "Ro, you don't have to apologize to me for shit. I know I'm a menace, that's my whole fucking point. And you definitely don't have to apologize for being hurt. You just said you didn't do any of this shit on purpose and I know you. I know you'd—well, you'd rather kill yourself than destroy Thomas's videos and the Imagination. Don't apologize for being hurt, okay?"

"But I—"

"But nothing," Janus says smoothly, "you were hurt, sweetie. And we didn't make you feel like you could come to us. That's not your fault."

"None of us were there for the argument," Patton adds, "so we can't judge that part of it, but you don't have to apologize to us for the rest. You're—you're okay, sweetheart."

"You're dramatic," Virgil says, hands in his pockets, "but at least you're honest about it."

Janus scoffs something that sounds suspiciously like honesty's overrated but Roman's focused on Logan.

Logan, who's watching him carefully, so carefully, slowly reaches up and adjusts his glasses. "Roman, I…"

He trails off before he can finish his sentence. A lump appears in Roman's throat and he swallows, bowing his head and waiting for the blows to strike. He'll take them, he will, whatever comes with what Logan will say. He'll do it right this time, just accept them and nod and try to move on with it. He'll lick his wounds on his own in his room like a reasonable person and everything will be fine.

"Wow," he hears Remus scoff, "you really made him fucking perfect, didn't you? Bowing his head waiting for absolution and everything."

"What? What the heck are you on about, Remus?"

"This. This, his whole 'Good Creativity' thing."

"Yeah, I got that much, why're you saying we did it?"

"The Split. The whole get-the-bad-out, leave-the-good deal. The reason Thomas has two Creativities. I'm all the stuff you didn't want and so there he is with all the stuff you do."

There's a pause. Part of Roman wants to raise his head and see what's going on but he forces himself to wait.

"Remus," Janus rebukes with a gentleness reserved for only his partners, "the Split wasn't done so neatly. It wasn't like parts were selected for each of you."

"Yeah," Patton says, "and also, I didn't happen until after the Split. I think Thomas's whole Morality thing started in the aftermath of it. I wasn't around when it happened."

"I remember it," Virgil says, "but that's only 'cause J brought you and me in when we were all really little and he'd, like, just left. It was me, you, and J trying to figure stuff out and then Logan had Patton and Roman."

"Oh. Shit. Sorry, I, uh…"

"No, it's okay. We don't really know a lot about the Split anyways."

"You're all good, bud. Hey, whoa, c'mere."

There's the telltale rustling of someone being pulled into a hug and Roman knows Janus and Virgil have wrapped their arms around Remus. His heart screams for a moment in envious rage before he stamps it out with equal fervor. He's thankful Remus has two attentive and supportive partners, and he'd sooner fall on his sword than take it away from him.

He knows what that's like.

"Roman," Logan's voice comes from in front of him, much closer in front of him, "Roman, I'm sorry."

He raises his head, heart in his throat, as Logan reaches out and cups his face again.

"I'm sorry too," he says again, "I didn't—I shouldn't have said that you were unwanted. Or that you weren't capable of seeing reason. Or any of it, none of it's true. I just—I was so angry. I wanted to hurt you."

He swallows. "You did."

"I know. I know I did, Roman, I know I hurt you, little one. I—I'm sorry I hurt you. You're not unwanted, I promise. I want you. I want you quite badly."

The earnest way Logan says it threatens tears at the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry too."

Logan smiles, his own eyes slightly wet. "I forgive you, little one, I forgive you."

Relief sags through him and his legs almost buckle, smile breathless as he stares at Logan. It's okay, it's okay, it's all okay. Logan chuckles, letting him go, a familiar teasing grin taking shape as he ruffles Roman's hair.

The sudden release of the dread is almost strong enough to make him miss the way Janus is squinting at Logan's back.

"J-Janus? What's wrong?"

Janus's mouth presses into a thin line and he carefully extricates himself from Remus and Virgil, not taking his eyes off of Logan. "There are three types of lies."

Logan stiffens.

"Lies of commission, which are outright fabrications," he continues, walking closer, "lies of character, and lies of omission."

"Uh, okay?"

"Logan," and Roman wants to flinch at how cold Janus sounds right now, "you're lying."

Virgil scoffs. "What, he's lying about being sorry?"

"No, he's lying about the Split."

"He didn't say anything about the—oh, I see. I get where you're going now."

"Roman," Logan says, looking back up at him, "Roman, it's okay. We're okay, now, I'm sorry."

He reaches for him but Roman edges back. "What is Janus talking about?"

"Roman, I'm sorry—"

"What is he talking about?"

"Yeah, Logan," Remus says, making Logan whirl around, "what is he talking about?"

"Our dear darling Logan," Janus says, taking a step closer, "is withholding what he knows about the Split. Which is interesting, because as you'll recall, the Split happened after I'd left, before Virgil was formed enough to have sentience, and before Patton manifested. And, of course, before either of the twins existed."

Virgil frowns. "Wait, but that means that Logan, you…"

He trails off and his eyes widen as the implications of what Janus is saying sink in.

"…Logan?" Patton sounds small. "What do you know about the Split?"

"I—" Logan turns around and faces Roman again— "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, it wasn't—I didn't—please, just listen to me—"

"Oh, we're all listening," Remus growls, "and why're you only talking to Roman? Did you forget I got Split too? Or are you all too happy that happened?"

"That's not what I meant, I didn't—no, that's not why I—" Logan glances frantically at Remus then back to Roman— "just hear me out—"

"You've said that a few times," Virgil says, voice hardening, "and you've yet to actually say anything."

"Roman—"

"Don't fucking talk to him!"

Logan flinches at the force of Remus's shout. Remus forces Logan to turn around, getting right into his face.

"Talk to me," he roars, "tell me what you thought you were doing, tell me why you won't look at me!"

"Because it worked with you!"

Silence.

Remus staggers back from Logan like he's been stabbed, Virgil already standing between them.

"I…I didn't know it would Split," Logan says shakily, "I—I just talked to Creativity and I—I said—"

He swallows.

"I said that there were parts of him that were liked and parts that weren't. And that it…it made sense for them to be…be…"

"Be what," Virgil asks when Logan doesn't finish.

"…be separated," he says weakly, "but I just meant that he should know the difference! Not that he should Split!"

"Oh, Logan," Patton mumbles, "what did you do?"

"What did you mean," Janus asks sharply, "when you said it 'worked' with Remus?"

"Creativity asked what—what the bad parts of him were and so I said that people didn't like when he was loud and messy and scary and then when I—when I came back the next day, there was a—"

Logan's breath catches and he swallows.

"I was only a child, I didn't know that this would mean—"

"There was a what?"

"…a baby. A baby Side on a rock that had been wrapped in a black and green blanket."

Janus's breath catches next. His hand finds its way to Remus. "That's how I found you. You still have that blanket."

"He—Creativity was still there when I got there but he was—he was Fading. He was almost completely transparent, and he asked me if—what I would do with the parts of him I didn't want."

"So you just fucking left me?"

"I was a child! I was panicking, I didn't know what to do, I told him I didn't know what to do, but then he kept on getting more and more frantic, asking me what I was going to do with you and he—he fell apart!" Logan's hands fly up to tangle in his hair. "He fell apart and shimmered and—and when it was over…"

His hands slowly leave his hair as he turns to look over his shoulder.

"Roman," Patton finishes, "when it was over, there was Roman. You Split Creativity into Bad and Not Bad and what was left of Creativity when he removed all that he could label Bad was…Roman."

"No fucking wonder Princey's got so many issues."

"Roman," Logan says, turning fully to face him again, "Roman, please, I didn't know, I was—I was a child, I didn't mean it, I didn't know this was going to happen."

He reaches out, almost stumbling towards him.

"You're wanted, you're wanted, I promise, you're wanted," he rambles, "I want you, I want you, do you hear me? I want you Roman, it's okay, I want you—"

A low rumble and a thunderous crash as the remains of the tower collapse to the ground. The earth shudders.

Over Roman's shoulder, a doorway appears. The door swings open to reveal the Mindscape. Janus muffles a quiet curse as Virgil stands taller.

"C'mon," he says, urging Patton and Janus toward the door, "we gotta go."

"Just let me—"

"The Imagination is ours," comes Remus's voice, low and dangerous, "and it is somewhere you do not want to be right now."

"Logan, come on," Patton says—they've already made it through the door, "just—give them space for now."

But Logan stubbornly reaches for Roman one more time. "Roman, please. Please, little one."

Roman silently opens his arm and gestures toward the door with a blank expression.

The earth rumbles again and a deep cracking sound echoes off of distant cliffs.

Logan swallows and goes to the door. Roman doesn't turn to watch him. His gaze doesn't move from the middle distance until the door shuts and vanishes.

Then he opens his mouth and screams.

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transfemlogan · 7 months

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Patton, about to start his villain arc: alright.... no more mister NICEguy.......

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oliviaischillin1204 · 1 year

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Surprise Attack

[olivia's note: hi friends! this is another submission from the FANTASTIC anne onymous!!! this time featuring lee logan and lers patton and roman. thank you so much for sending this in!]

It wasn't easy to get Logan to lighten up. Ok, it was downright difficult. He was stubborn about being serious and mature, so he never voluntarily got involved with "childish nonsense" and "immature shenanigans". The farthest he would go was a movie night and even that wasn't as fun since he kept shushing everyone and pointing out mistakes or inaccuracies in the film. It seemed the only way to get him to truly loosen up was to catch him completely off guard. Granted, it was hard to surprise Logan as he was the human embodiment of logic, but Patton and Roman found their own way of doing it.

Logan just finished some coffee and was leaving the kitchen when he heard Patton's cheerful voice behind him. "Incoming hug!" he announced before hugging Logan from behind. Logan couldn't help but smile from the affectionate action and melted into the hug, closing his eyes in relaxation. That was a big mistake, closing his eyes, because it meant he couldn't see the incoming attack. He soon felt two hands lift his shirt to expose his stomach, a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a pair of lips blowing on his tummy that caused him to scream with laughter.

"GAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAT THE HEHEHEHECK?!" he cackled. When the sensation ended, Logan opened his eyes to see Roman kneeling in front of him, smirking. Before he could say anything, he felt Patton blow a raspberry on his neck, causing him to laugh heartily. "PAHAHATTOHOHON, NOHOHOHO!" Logan squealed. "Sorry Logan, but somebody was being a little too grumpy yesterday, and we can't let the same thing happen again today, right Roman?" Patton asked. "Quite right, my cat loving companion. You need to be taught a lesson, mister. And it seems the only way to do that is to get gobbled up by the tickle monsters!" Roman teased before he and Patton continued blowing more raspberries on the poor logical aspect.

If it wasn't for the fact Roman's arms were wrapped around his waist and Patton's arms were wrapped around his ribcage, he probably would've collapsed in laughter. This was so unfair. It was bad enough getting tag-teamed by Patton or Roman with surprise raspberries at random times, but the most ticklish tickle technique ever on two spots at once? Logan couldn't decide if this was figurative heaven or hell. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't help but enjoy when Patton and Roman "cheered him up" when he needed a break. However, he couldn't take much longer because he needed oxygen.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOP! HAHAHAHAHA!" Logan exclaimed, causing Patton and Roman to immediately stop. Roman carried Logan to the couch while Patton got a glass of water from the kitchen which Logan drank gratefully. "You ok?" Patton asked. Logan nodded, still breathing deeply. "Hope we didn't go too far." Roman inquired. "You didn't, Roman. You both pushed me to my limit, not over my limit. I'm fine, no need to worry." Logan reassured. Sighing in relief, Patton and Roman cuddled up to Logan on the couch, definitely deserving it when he decided to tickle the both of them at once a few minutes later.

The End.

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brandstifter-sys · 11 months

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Hiding Eyes

For @dukexietyweek Day 7: Soulmate (Ao3) (login required)

Word Count:2797

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, fem Patton, fem Janus, Virgil

Warnings: mtf Virgil, genderbend, background moceit, sex mention, alcohol

In a world where you have one of your soulmate's eyes and can see what they're seeing if you cover your borrowed eye, it should be easy to find your soulmate. Unless you can't see anything when you try and get a look. Remus, a movie star, is unfortunate that he can't see anything. He's ready to give up hope until a chance meeting at his oldest friend's drag show.

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Sometimes it was hard to look for a soulmate even though they had one of your eyes. If they covered the borrowed eye they could see what you were looking at. For Remus, it was a lot harder to tell.

He was happy to be finished with his latest movie and wanted to either sleep or get smashed. At least this one wasn't some trashy romcom where he'd have to play straight. It was a trashy macabre romcom where he had to play bi, Cthulhu in Love , and he was the lead! He was just glad that he didn't have to sit in makeup for hours to get his face tentacles done that day and instead just put on a fake beard to match his mustache. And he had the next day off!

Remus carefully removed the color contact from his right eye and closed his eyes. All he could see was darkness but it was nice, sometimes the light was too much. He sighed, not bothering to just cover his right eye to catch a glimpse of his soulmate's world. He never saw anything. Sometimes he wondered if he even had a soulmate.

He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, he was aro and he didn't really want to enter some one-sided romance if he could help it. But it would be nice to at least see who got stuck with him. He knew he was a lot to handle.

"Hey, Remus?" someone called to him from the other side of the door. Remus got up with a grunt and opened it to reveal his costar, Pat, and she looked worn out.

"What's up Patty-cake?" he asked and leaned against the door frame.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I just thought you might want to get some dinner and see Janice's performance tonight," Pat said and played with her hoodie strings. Remus couldn't really say no, he wanted to see his childhood bestie's drag performance even if she spent the rest of the night with her soulmate.

"Give me five minutes to get dressed and then we can party!" he grinned, "If you want to watch me strip you can come in!" Pat shook her head and smiled sweetly.

"I'm spoken for. I'll be here when you're ready!"

"One of us has to be," Remus shrugged.

"You have a soulmate, little mister, and I will fight you if you say you don't!"

"You can't win on an empty stomach!" Remus jeered, "And Jan would get off seeing you beat me up!"

"Remus," she scowled and adjusted her glasses.

"I'll be right out!"

Remus was incognito, hiding his skunky bangs with a beanie and his body in a hoodie and baggy pants. Pat wasn't as hidden as they entered the bar, reeking of McDonald's. It wasn't terribly crowded, but still full and dimly lit. Remus could see the low stage and the lights. It would be a good show.

"If you save me a seat, I'll get the drinks," Remus suggested.

"Okay, can you get me a Hemingway Champagne, please?" she said brightly. Remus ruffled her hair and laughed before sauntering to the bar.

Remus moved like he was the hottest thing in the world and leaned against the bar with a winning smile. The bartender got one look at him in his bum attire and sighed. She was pretty, with long purple hair that covered her right eye and half of her glasses. She had deathly pale skin that looked more pallid paired with her black hoodie.

"Hey there gorgeous!" Remus cooed and motioned her over. She moved towards him reluctantly and crossed her arms.

"I thought I told you I'm not doing it. I'm not falling for it."

"Falling for what?"

"Don't play dumb, Roman. A fake mustache and a pale blue color contact are not going to convince me that you're Remus."

"So you know the boring theater twin!" Remus laughed, "I'm sorry for you, girl!" The bartender's visible eye went wide and she shook her head.

"I'm not going to kill him, I'm not going to kill him," she sighed as her cheeks turned pink.

"That's my job! And here I thought Roman didn't have hot friends!"

"Are you gonna order or waste my time?" she huffed.

"Can I get a Death in the Afternoon and Alligator Sperm? And if you have to spit in one, aim for the gator! Pattycake doesn't deserve my hate," Remus said brightly before he noticed her eye. It was the same brown-green hazel as his.

"Anything else or do you need to stay sober for your next shoot?"

"That's all for now. How did you know I'm shooting a new movie?"

"Jan. She always gushes about her soulmate being a movie star and working with you all the time. I haven't told anyone if you're trying to keep an industry secret or something," she shrugged, not exactly telling the whole truth, but Remus couldn't be sure.

"It's not really a secret, just not well known. I'm sure it's all over my fan pages! I can't hide from them, not that I want to—they're why I have what I do."

"It's not because you have talent or anything," she scoffed and rolled her eyes. Remus snickered and bobbed his head back and forth.

"Talent? Half the time I don't even speak in my fun movies! It's my hot bod and creepy mannerisms that sell those! I mean it was the fans that petitioned for me to play the creature in Frankenstein. I wasn't considered since I'm not a tall brooding goth prince, but it's my best performance, and I have the fans to thank for that."

"You were better in Cuttle as a tentacle monster. Even if the fanart got weird. I needed to bleach my eyes."

"Is that why you cover your soul eye?"

"I keep one eye covered because it's light sensitive, because of genetics," she said flatly and got to work on the drinks, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you put eyeshadow and liner on both sides?" Remus asked. She moved her bangs to reveal that she had an eye patch on her glasses.

"There's no point. Anything else or are you going to give your friend her drink?"

"Oh Pat! Right! We're both here for Janice, or should I say, Dante Infernal! You got me there! Can I get your name before I go? Hot bartender isn't a good name."

"Violetta, but you can call me Vi," she said shyly and slid him both drinks. Remus beamed and took them.

"Thanks! I like that name! Maybe I'll see you around!" he said and trotted off to find Pat.

Of course, when he found her, she was with Janice in a more secluded booth, giggling and flirting with the drag king. It was so easy for Dante Infernal to charm anyone with his wry smirk and gentlemanly wiles. It was cute but Remus was not interested in third wheeling just yet. He was too sober to deal with any romance.

"Should I get you a second straw to share?" he teased and set her drink on the table. Pat giggled and beamed at him.

"Thank you so much Ree!"

"Hello Remus, I'm surprised you haven't snapped anyone up yet," Janice teased. Remus shrugged and took a swig of his curdling drink.

"I just got here, give me some time!" he laughed, "And maybe I want to be a good friend first!" Janice chuckled as he downed the rest of his drink.

"So you're going to give me a few dollars and sulk at the bar this time?" she hummed knowingly as Pat sipped her drink.

"Maybe," he pouted, "As long as the hot bartender doesn't get tired of me!"

"Violetta? Oh, darling, if she figures out you're you, you might get tired of her . She's a huge fan of your horror movies, and your butt."

"Really? I mean my ass is perfect but she didn't seem interested in it! She's got the big tiddy goth girlfriend vibe so it checks out that she'd like those movies!"

"She certainly does, even before her top surgery she was gifted," Janice said bitterly.

"Your tiny titties are cute!" Pat cooed and hugged her. Jan nuzzled her hair and kissed her cheek. Remus blinked and stared at them both. He was still too sober for this.

"I'm gonna go back and get another drink."

"Remus, don't drink too much, okay?" Pat pouted. Remus flicked his wrist at her and pulled a few bills from his pocket.

"Don't have too much rockin sex, okay?" he retorted and handed the money to Jan. She knew that meant he wouldn't be close by when she performed. She also knew that Pat was flustered, so she waved Remus off to do whatever he was planning.

Remus waved impishly and went back to the bar, this time hopping on a stool and setting his empty glass down. Vi glanced at him and sighed.

"Finished already?"

"Yeah, can I get another one?" he asked and wiggled his eyebrows as she took the glass.

"Not for a while. I'm not letting you get drunk, pretty boy. Your romcom fans will eat you alive."

"I'd rather my horror fans did. Literally!" he jeered, "You know you want to!"

"Do I?" she asked and set the glass on a tray to go through the wash.

"Well you've got Jennifer's body, so why not enjoy a snack?"

"What?" she snorted and turned around.

"Is your name Megan because damn you're foxy!" Remus purred with a goofy grin.

"Shouldn't you save that for your soulmate?" she said with a snicker. Remus wanted to hear her laugh more.

"I don't think I have one, I'm aro and I don't see anything when I do the eye thing," he said with a shrug, "I don't mind. If I had one, they'd have to deal with the paparazzi, my schedule, and me!"

"Being aro doesn't mean you don't have a soulmate, I can tell you that much. Blind people exist. And maybe don't treat yourself like a problem. It doesn't help anyone," Vi replied and leaned on the bar across from him.

"I'm a lot to handle, but I'm a lot of sexy fun too," Remus giggled, "So you're aro spec, huh? And you have a soulmate?"

"Yeah, but the universe hates me so I don't look anymore. They're only interested in men. But you're not here to listen to my problems."

"I don't mind, I'm curious—what idiot wouldn't want a babe like you?" he said and held his chin in his hands.

"Some idiot I knew of in school who's in the film industry now. Roman thinks you might know them, I'm pretty sure you do."

"Can I see your other eye? It could help me figure out who they could be. And I kinda just want to see both eyes."

"I'm gonna regret this," Vi sighed and moved her bangs. She lowered her glasses and bit her lip, trying not to squeeze her eyes shut in the dim light.

Remus gasped when he saw that familiar pale blue iris staring at him. He slapped his hand over his right eye and saw a blurry version of himself gawking and covering his eye. His hand fell to his side and he shook with so much excitement he had no idea how to release it.

"Remus?" Vi asked hesitantly and readjusted her glasses. She was regretting that choice.

She yelped when he grabbed her face and kissed her like he would die without her lips.

"Holy shit!" Vi gasped and lurched back. Her lips were tingling and she was staring at Remus in shock.

"I know I should've asked first," he said softly, "I wasn't thinking."

"But you—"

"Love is love, no matter how romantic or platonic or alterous. And I could see myself falling headfirst in a vat of battery acid for you, no romance required."

"You don't have to do that," she said with a shy laugh. Remus beamed, proud that he could bring that sound out of her.

"So we went to school together, and you were too shy to say anything to me, huh?"

"You were—are so confident and bold, and you had friends, it was intimidating, and I was really just a nobody with self esteem issues and I avoided you as much as I could. The easiest way to do that was spending time with Roman."

"Hmm, well it would be really funny if you were the hot emo who always had headphones and a spiderweb backpack! I had such a mesh it was embarrassing!"

"Oh god," Vi groaned and went bright red, "I still have that backpack."

"Okay now I definitely need your number and I need to take you on a date!" Remus laughed, "I can be covert if you like!"

"Please? I don't need the paparazzi tearing into me because I'm an edgy trans woman."

"The only one tearing into you is gonna be me!" Remus jeered. Vi shook her head and readjusted herself.

"Go watch the show, my shift is over in five so I'll find you, before Jan can rub it in," Vi said, "And don't think you're gonna be the one tearing into anyone."

"I'm looking forward to proving Pat right! And getting to know you!" Remus grinned and waved impishly before trotting off to join his co-star.

Unfortunately for Remus, he missed Janice's performance, but he was able to take his seat by the lovers without drawing attention to himself.

"There you are, Remus," Jan hummed and ran her fingers through Pat's hair, "finally tired of your biggest fan?"

"Nope! I just wanted to check in on you and tell you that I owe Pattycake a puppy!"

"You found your soulmate!" Pat gasped and sat up. Remus nodded excitedly with a bright grin. Pat squeaked and hugged him, far too excited to contain herself.

"Did you meet them or did you finally see something?" Pat squealed, "Do you know what they look like? Are they handsome?"

"Darling, let him breathe," Janus hummed, "One question at a time."

"I finally got to see and I met my soulmate," Remus giggled and shimmied excitedly. Pat was so happy, hanging off his every word. Jan was more interested in the figure looming towards them.

"And she is the most beautiful woman with the most sultry voice and she could burn me alive with her stare!" Remus gushed, and swooned, leaning into the seat, "And I want her to step on me."

"That's no way to describe someone to your witnesses," Vi said and sat next to Remus. Remus leaned against her and beamed.

"Well, this is an unexpected twist," Jan hummed with a smirk. Vi flipped her off and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Sounds like you expected it," Remus giggled and wrapped his arm around Vi. She leaned against him and placed her hand on his thigh.

"I did, but I didn't expect you to be so, adoring," Jan hummed. Remus shrugged.

"It's not romantic adoration, it's all about power, beauty, the macabre, personal connection, and lust!"

"Lust?" Pat squeaked and inched closer to Jan.

"I'm a horny little bastard!" Remus giggled, "And it takes a lot to tame me!"

"I doubt it," Vi jeered.

"You would be the first to say that!" Remus jeered.

"Wait until your brother hears!" Pat gasped, looking for any reason to change the topic.

"He's known since high school. He'll be insufferable," Vi sighed, "More insufferable than Remus' rabid fans who hate his soulmate because he's not theirs and he won't ever see them like that."

"They what?" Remus gasped.

"They're usually kids. They get over it. Online I actually like to claim that yes, your soulmate is a raging bitch who would whip you and make you beg for the tiniest scrap of love," Vi said with a tiny smirk.

"You shouldn't be so mean to yourself, and you shouldn't lie just to belittle yourself either," Pat pouted. Vi shrugged and glanced at Remus. He was fighting back a fit of giggles.

"I'm not lying," she said softly. Remus' jaw dropped before a gleeful giggle escaped him.

"You really are my soulmate! Please tell me you have more than just whips and begging in mind!" he squealed and kissed her cheek, pulling her closer.

"I'll tell you more about it when we go on a real date."

"There's a nice diner that Jan and I go to, it's quaint and it doesn't have a pretty face, and it's open 24/7," Pat suggested.

"Are you free tonight?" Remus asked.

"No. I'm supposed to be going to a diner with my soulmate," Vi teased. Remus laughed brightly. Yeah, he was more than happy with his soulmate.

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