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writingstothevoid · 2 years

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Twilight but it’s gay and they’re in their 20s (title bending): Chapter One

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Rating: T

Relationships: Logan/Virgil/Roman, Logan & Patton

AUs: genderbent (lesbians), human au, vampires and werewolves; Vampire!Virigl, Werewolf!Roman

CW: spiders, food, arguing

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Summary: Logan Berry, a graduate student working to get her doctorate in biology, is forced by her mentor Janus Sanders to go on vacation for the summer under the guise of getting to practice her trade before the school year begins again. Janus gets her a place at an old friend's -- Patty Enache's -- home in Romania and the trip goes wonderfully at first. The people are nice, especially Patty who immediately takes Logan in as her own, but there's something about the woods surrounding the town that seems to be keeping everyone on edge. Ever-stubborn, Logan is determined to explore the woods and document everything about them, but when she finds an old manor within its depths, she learns that there's something much bigger going on than small town superstition.

Logan watched as the taxi took off in the direction of the distant mountains, leaving her standing in the middle of the small village with one bag slung over her shoulder, another on her back, and one more resting on the ground by her feet. She sat for a moment, simply taking in her surroundings and allowing herself to breathe for the first time in the last 48 hours before planning her next move. Between 10 hour flights, once-a-day buses, long train rides, and paranoia-inducing taxis, Logan felt completely exhausted. Still, it could not be understated how beautiful the land around her was, with its towering mountains, lush forests, and (her personal favorite thing) low levels of human activity. Janus knew her too well and had reassured her that there wouldn’t be many other people there, just her and the environment.

Logan abruptly realized that she had been standing in that same spot for far longer than would be considered normal and started towards the address Janus had given her. People stared as she walked, but she supposed it was only normal -- she was a stranger in a relatively small town and she knew from bitter experience that anything out of the ordinary was subject to curiosity and suspicion in such places. She held her head high, briefly making eye contact before looking around for the building she would be spending the next few months in.

After a bit of searching, she found it: Brutăria Mamei. With a deep breath, Logan opened the door and headed inside. “Hello?” she called out.

Bumping and clanging sounded from where she supposed the kitchen was before a short, plump, middle aged woman stuck her head out of the door across from Logan. She had blonde hair sprinkled with gray, light blue eyes, and the laugh lines of someone who never stopped smiling.

“Oh! Yes, yes hello, dear,” the woman said, hurrying behind her counter. “How can I help you?”

“I, uh,” Logan replied, shaking her head to try and regain her senses. She was a graduate student for god’s sake! She could handle a little exhaustion. “I was told that I would be staying here for the next few months. By Janus?”

The woman visibly brightened even more at the name, “Oh, Janus! So you must be Logan. It’s so nice to meet you, dear. Janus has told me so much about you.” She came out from behind the corner and approached Logan who put her hand out to shake. Instead, the older woman hugged her, leaving her floundering as she tried to figure out the appropriate response to such an action. It didn’t help that she found herself flushing slightly at the thought of her mentor’s praise. Janus Sanders was a tall, ethereal woman with dark skin, black-and-gray dreads, and amber eyes that pierced your soul. Combine that with her wit, charm, and impeccable fashion sense…well she couldn’t be blamed for having a small crush on the older woman. It had been particularly bad at the start, but now that she knew Janus more their relationship had become one of familiarity and shared intellect only occasionally filled with mild idol admiration.

Logan snapped back to reality (she must really be tired to be going on such tirades) and focused on the woman in front of her who had finally released her from the hug.

“Call me Patty, dear. Patty Enache,” the older woman held Logan’s hand in a gentle grip.

“Logan Berry,” she responded, reaching up to squeeze Patty’s hands with her own. “Though, I guess you already know that,” Logan added sheepishly.

Patty smiled kindly at her, “You must be exhausted. Here, let me get you settled in.”

And with that, she swiftly locked the front door and led Logan through the kitchen door to a separate part of the building where a flight of stairs took them to a second story. The upstairs consisted of a small landing containing nothing but an old rug, lamp, and three doors, two in front of the women and one off to the side. Patty opened one of the front two, allowing Logan to look into the room and see its furnishings -- a full-sized bed, wooden dresser, and small vanity. All and all, it was a quaint, comfy looking room, though Logan knew she would take just about anything right now so long as she could sleep.

“I get up early to make breakfast every morning, but I understand if you need to sleep in this time. Still, you’re always welcome to come down at any time. The store typically runs from a little after dawn until evening. Side door leads to the restroom. Please make yourself at home and come get me if you need anything,” and with that, the kindly woman disappeared back down the stairs.

Logan stared for a moment longer before finally entering the room and gently shutting the door behind her. With a carelessness uncharacteristic of her, she allowed her bags to fall to the floor with a thunk and barely slipped off her shoes and glasses before climbing into bed. A voice nagged in her brain telling her to change and brush her teeth before she began sleeping but the pure bliss of laying down on a soft bed weighed her down and kept her from doing anything at all. Logan’s thoughts idled as she drifted off to sleep in record time.

It was daylight when Logan next awoke. She rose sluggishly, trying to get her brain to start up after running on empty for so long. Her thoughts began to consolidate and she began the process of coming up with a mental to-do list as she did every morning to keep track of the things she needed to do throughout the day. First on the list: figure out what time it was. Logan picked her glasses up from the side table where she haphazardly left them the night before and, after a bit of searching, dug her phone out of her crumpled jacket pocket, revealing the time to be about ten in the morning. The screen was noticeably free from any notifications which Logan pointedly ignored in favor of finding something to satiate her newly discovered hunger.

As she stumbled towards the stairs, she continued to develop her list. Breakfast and shower were certainly up there, followed by unpacking. Then she figured she ought to check out the town properly, considering it would be her place of residence for the next three months. Only the sound of Patty’s voice knocked Logan out of her thoughts and forced her to realize that she had made it into the kitchen downstairs. The aforementioned woman was standing in a pastel green apron, obviously in the middle of some bakery chore and awaiting some sort of response.

“Pardon?” Logan asked, embarrassed that she had gotten so lost in thought. Nevermind the fact that it happened frequently, she knew that social rules dictated that she keep her focus on the here-and-now and she didn’t want to make a bad first impression with this woman.

Patty smiled (she did that often, didn’t she?) and repeated herself in a way that lacked the annoyance Logan was so accustomed to, “I was just asking if you were hungry, dear,”

“Oh,” She was getting frustratingly flustered at a simple kindness, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, now, dear,” Patty ushered Logan towards a small room adjacent to the main kitchen which featured a small dining table decorated with pretty white lace, several old-fashioned lamps, and a similar shade of pale green wallpaper to the baker’s apron. “None of those formalities. There’s no need for them here.”

“Yes… Patty,” Logan said, still observing the area. It went back farther than she thought, opening up to a sitting room with a similar flowery aesthetic to the dining room. With a quick glance at Patty, she finally sat down in the chair that would allow her to keep her back to the wall while still observing both the kitchen and living area. She wasn’t paranoid, necessarily, she just liked to know what was going on at all times. In order to maintain the proper social order, she needed to know who was around her at any given moment, so this was the most logical spot for that goal.

Patty came out a few minutes later carrying a plate full of pastries, bacon, and eggs and a glass of water. “I wasn’t certain what you’d like, so I just grabbed a bit of everything. Wait!” She abruptly stopped. “Do you have any allergies? Dietary preferences? Drat, I forgot to ask beforehand,”

Before the baker could continue to spiral, Logan stepped in, “Don’t worry. This is perfectly fine, I promise. More than I was expecting, if I’m being honest.”

The worry left Patty’s face, making Logan feel a relief she didn’t expect, and that smile of hers reappeared once more, “Nonsense, dear. I may have been in too much of a rush to remember to ask first, but I did know beforehand that I wanted to make sure you have a good time here.” She set the full plate in front of the student. “And that includes a good breakfast.”

Logan looked down at the plate and then up at Patty once more before manifesting a polite smile and picking up her fork to eat. The baker grinned brightly and then hurried back to the kitchen, leaving Logan on her lonesome. That was just fine by her, though. She liked to be alone, a fact that many people didn’t seem to fully understand. She wasn’t just okay being alone, like most people assumed, but instead preferred it and would often reject offers to hang out in any capacity in favor of time spent alone. It had lost her a good number of potential friends, but for as much as she’s given up for the sake of fitting in, her time never was one of them.

Almost absently, Logan began to sort through the food. Everything looked good and she desperately wanted to not upset Patty, but she als couldn’t bring herself to eat certain things. Bacon, for example, was one of her least favorites in the breakfast food department due to its texture and high fat concentration. Still, she took a small bite to prove that she appreciated the older woman’s efforts. The eggs were a pleasant scrambled that she knew would be perfectly adequate, so she instead moved onto the pastries. With her fork, she gently opened up the ones that had some sort of fruity filling, digging out any pieces of fruit she found within. With that complete, she finally and efficiently went about the rest of breakfast without issue.

With the same hesitation she always used in unfamiliar situations, Logan popped her head into the kitchen to see if Patty had any guidance for her. Not finding the kindly baker, she decided to take matters into her own hands and quickly washed her dishes before heading to her room. One shower and unpacking session later, Logan was back in the kitchen in a clean shirt and jeans, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail and glasses fixed firmly to her face. A cursory look into the store front revealed Patty managing the counter while a couple customers sat scattered at various tables. The older woman looked up at the sound of the opened door and sent her a smile.

The student glanced over at the customers and found them to be looking back at her. She knew being new in a small town was subject for attention but still she found herself growing a bit uncomfortable. With a shake of the head, she forced her attention back to Patty, “I was just going to go check out the town if that’s all right.”

“Of course. Let me just put my number in your phone so you can let me contact me if you need to.” Once that was over with, Patty gave Logan one last hug that left her floundering before finally allowing her to head out.

The town was busier during the day than at whatever godforsaken time she first arrived. People walked around, looking into the various buildings and chatting with one another while children chased each other through the streets, dressed in loose summer clothing decorated with dirt and grass stains from time well spent outdoors. People certainly still stared at Logan, but the buzzing environment distracted many and forced the rest to at least remember their manners.

Patty’s bakery sat on the edge of the square and was one of many buildings lining the streets. Everything from clothing boutiques to restaurants to grocery stores buzzed with life as people went about their business. At the center of the square was a park-like area where the greenery was allowed to run as wild as the children who played in it. In the distance, towering mountains covered in forestry surrounded the small town, giving a comforting, if isolated, feeling to the whole place.

Logan spent the rest of her day exploring the town. If there was one thing she hated most it was not knowing things followed closely by having to ask for help, and that included asking for directions so she worked to make sure she knew her way around, if not with ease then at least with certainty. By nightfall, she felt satisfied that she had gotten her bearings and was happy to return to Patty’s for dinner. She didn’t necessarily have to -- she made sure to exchange her currency in one of the cities she traveled through to get there -- but as Patty was her only connection to this place she felt most comfortable in the baker’s home than any restaurant. It also helped that the woman had such a motherly persona, one that Logan would be hard-pressed to admit she felt drawn to.

The next few days continued in similar fashion and a rhythm slowly developed between the two women. Patty would wake up exceptionally early to prepare for the morning rush. Logan would follow soon after (she always was an early riser) and would offer to help out which would be met first by polite denial followed by gracious acceptance. The two would work together, Logan doing whatever chores she could while Patty worked her magic on each pastry and attempted to teach the scholar her ways with mitigating levels of success. Then Logan would eat breakfast by herself before heading off to explore the town. Once she felt comfortable with the layout, she moved on to the actual purpose of her trip: studying.

See, when Janus first suggested a trip to Logan, the young woman had denied her vehemently. She was in the final stretch towards getting her doctorate and she couldn’t just stop everything to take a vacation. At that, Janus had pursed her lips the way she always did when she had to solve a particularly challenging puzzle and reminded her that she could always study abroad. A back and forth that lasted for several weeks insured, but Janus was nothing if not relentless and before long Logan had caved on the condition that she would continue studying during her stay. Janus agreed, and here they were.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Logan left particularly early one morning, a small drawstring bag filled with journaling materials, snacks, and precautionary measures fit on her back and headed for the woods that surrounded the town. She hadn’t gotten the chance to explore that area yet, in large part because all the locals seemed to avoid it like the plague. Though they were all nice enough, there was an air of superstition that hung over the town that even Logan picked up on. Any mention of the woods would be met with avoidance at best and hostility at worst and it didn’t escape her notice how few people ever seemed to go outside at night. She was sure there was more to it, if she were ever so inclined to look, but she never was great at picking up cues and though she was sure they had good reasons for their beliefs there was no way she was spending her entire summer away from nature. Her major was biology, afterall, and the call to explore and document had dominated her since she was a child.

The few people she passed on her way to the forest’s edge were friendly at first, but as it became clearer where she was going they began to watch her warily, not bothering with any sort of greeting. Logan ignored it all. With the determination of someone who refused to listen to anything as trivial as warnings, she marched across one last clearing until she stood before the looming trees.

The forest was even more beautiful up close. The trees varied greatly, from all kinds of tall coniferous to the wide reaching oak and beech. They cast such a canopy over the ground that even in the daylight the forest was heavily shaded. Beautiful flowering plants could be seen within the darkness, doting the green with purple, white, and yellow. Excitedly, Logan pulled a pen and notebook out from her bag and began to jot down notes on everything she could see. Once satisfied with her preliminary writings, she looked into the forest, trying to decide the best route to travel. The nature of the town’s superstitions meant that very few people traveled into the woods, giving Logan no obvious path to go down. Rather than risk getting lost within its depths or damaging a potentially delicate ecosystem, she decided to walk the edge, observing the border between wilderness and civilization and looking out for any sort of path along the way.

By the end of the day, Logan had made it through her supply of snacks and water as well as a significant portion of the wood’s edge. She had even marked down various spots on a map where she could potentially enter, setting herself up for the next few days. It was all-in-all a successful day, despite the constant feeling of being watched by curious and worried townspeople (and sometimes, not townspeople at all. But Logan knew that these woods were filled with creatures of all sorts and even if she couldn’t see them, it was only natural that they would be watching her).

Logan arrived back at the bakery well into the evening, the closest thing to a genuine smile on her face as she walked through the empty storefront towards the back. A true smile began to appear for just a moment as she spotted Patty sitting at the dining room table, but the stricken look on the older woman’s face soured her joy instantly.

“Patty?” Logan called out, concerned for the motherly figure.

“Why were you near the woods, Logan?” Patty asked, her voice unusually quiet and flat. Logan stopped dead in her tracks, defenses rising for the first time around the baker since she arrived.

“I was… exploring?” Logan offered, her thoughts getting increasingly frantic as she attempted to explain herself. “I am studying to be a biologist and though you’ve made this trip incredibly comfortable and pleasant, my original goal was to get some work done for my doctorate. This place has some incredible old forests and--”

“Logan,” Patty said firmly, cutting off the scholar. At the panicked look on Logan’s face, the older woman sighed and softened, “Kiddo, I know you want to explore. But this place…it can be dangerous. You’re completely safe here in town, but I don’t want you exploring those woods any more.”

Despite her best efforts to keep calm, Logan felt her indignation flare. She hated being told what to do, especially in a way that could come across as condescending. She knew Patty was coming from a good place and was only trying to help her, but still her anger grew.

“I know how to take care of myself,” she began. “I have been doing this for a while, you know. I’m not just some tourist getting myself into trouble.”

“I know you know, dear. Anywhere else I wouldn’t be worried. But that isn’t the problem here.”

“Then what is?” Logan snapped. Patty jerked up, finally making eye contact with the younger woman. Her mouth opened but nothing came out and after a moment she looked away once more.

“Look,” Logan tried desperately to control the frustration seeping into her words, “I appreciate you trying to help me. You’ve been very kind to me, giving me lodging and food and I couldn’t be more grateful. But if you can’t even give me one good reason for why I should give up all of my plans for this summer, possibly jeopardizing my future, then I see no reason to follow your advice.” She softened, “I promise I’ll be careful. I can take care of myself.”

Patty continued to stare at the floor, her hand covering her mouth. After a few moments of nothing from her, Logan huffed out a breath and headed up to her room where she collapsed onto the bed, emotions running high. She didn’t want to argue with Patty. As much as she’d loathe to admit it, the woman had quickly become almost like a mother to her. But she never did well with people trying to control her, especially without proper explanation. And like hell was she giving this up now, town superstition be damned.

The next few days were incredibly awkward between both women. Though Patty was back to being friendly towards Logan, it was clear that a wedge had formed between them. For her part, Logan left early each morning to continue her research and came back late in the evening to ensure that she spent as little time with the baker as possible. But despite her indignation, she still had yet to actually go into the woods, opting to stay on the edge instead, reasoning that the choice was the most logical one and definitely had nothing to do with Patty’s disapproval.

A week into this new normal, Logan came home to the eerily familiar sight of Patty sitting at the dining room table, her head in her hands. Despite herself, Logan felt a pang of worry and guilt and found herself unable to leave the older woman there.

“Patty?” The baker looked up at her.

“Oh, Logan,” she responded, rubbing her eyes.

“Are you all right?” Logan pressed, which Patty waved off.

“Yes, I… I’m alright. I’m just…” she trailed off, a look of guilt appearing on her face that raised such alarm within Logan that she rushed over to the woman, who held onto her. “I’m sorry, Logan. I’m just so worried about you. You aren’t familiar with this place, these people, and I just wanted to protect you.”

Logan pursed her lips, but let Patty continue, “You are an incredibly strong young woman and I should have treated you like it.” She hesitated. “I still strongly discourage you from going any deeper into those woods. There are dangers there, ones you couldn’t even imagine. That being said, I know I cannot stop you and I don’t want your time here to be spent in turmoil.”

Logan considered her words. “Thank you, Patty. I’m sorry as well. I let my temper get the better of me and reacted a bit harshly.” She pulled back a bit, letting a firmness appear in her voice, “But I came here for a reason. Part of it may have been to get away, but the main reason was to explore. To learn on my own terms. These woods are fascinating and I cannot simply quit doing what I love.”

The older woman bowed her head, “I thought you might say that. Very well, then. Just…if I ever ask you to do anything for your own safety, I beg you, please listen to me.” sensing the younger woman’s protests, she pressed on, “I won’t try to force you to stay away from the woods. But if I ask you to do something else, like take something perhaps a bit odd with you, please listen.. I want to keep you safe, however I can.”

The conversation ended much like their last one, with both women staring at one another. This time, however, Logan conceded, sighing, “All right, Patty. I will.”

For the first time in a week, the baker smiled and pulled Logan into a hug, “Thank you, dear.” The scholar fumbled for just a moment, but she was slowly getting used to Patty’s mannerisms and hesitantly hugged her back. “Of course, Patty.”

The next day Logan awoke early, even earlier than Patty for once. Though she tried to go back to sleep, her thoughts were soon consumed by those woods. Now that the issue with Patty was settled (sort of), it was all she could think about and she figured it was about time she gave into her urges. Quietly, so as not to wake up the baker, Logan gathered together a mix of scholarly and practical supplies before getting dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes, and ballcap. After heading downstairs, she also gathered a couple water bottles, snacks, and a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for lunch. Satisfied with her work, she grabbed some leftovers from the day before for breakfast and nearly walked out then and there but memories of the conversation from last night stopped her. Patty had explicitly asked her to allow the baker to give her some advice, and while she wouldn’t technically be breaking that promise to leave early, she had just gotten back on good terms with the older woman and didn’t want to ruin that.

With a sigh, Logan sat down and ate her breakfast, knowing she wouldn’t have to wait long for the baker to wake up. Sure enough, the baker was downstairs before she finished eating and was clearly surprised at the reversal of events. The surprise didn’t last long, however; a glance at the scholar’s outfit and bag told her everything she needed to know about the situation. Her face grew tense and she let out a sigh before making her way into the kitchen, not a word said. Confused and a little anxious, Logan watched as she dug through various drawers before finally approaching the scholar and holding the items out towards Logan.

“Here,” was all the older woman said as she passed over a silver cross necklace, a ziplock full of garlic, and a few handfuls of rosemary. Logan looked up at her, even more confused and certainly unimpressed. “You promised,” Patty reminded her sternly.

A small fire flared inside of Logan, but she immediately squashed it, not wanting to ruin their recently mended relationship over something as menial (if strange) as a necklace and some weird plants. She quickly shoved the bag of garlic into a pocket on her bag that had nothing else in it (after making sure the baggie was completely shut, of course), threw the necklace on over her outfit, and placed the rosemary in a pocket. “There. Happy?”

The older woman eyed her critically before letting out a satisfied ‘hmp’ and turning back to work on that morning’s meal. Logan joined her moments later, washing her dishes at the sink without a word. The silence continued as the scholar grabbed her bag and began to head towards the door before hesitating right before leaving. She turned around and found Patty staring right back at her. The mess of emotions on the older woman’s face hurt her to look at and she lurched forward, meeting Patty in a hug. The baker held her tightly and the thought that this woman who had barely known her for more than a couple weeks seemed to care about Logan more than anyone she had ever met (except perhaps Janus) made her tear up just a little. Finally, Patty pulled back and looked at the younger woman’s face. “Be careful, Logan.”

For once, the old fire didn’t flare up, and Logan took the baker’s hands into her own, “I will.” She gave Patty a smile that was quickly returned. The two looked at one another as though they were committing the other to memory.

An alarm went off at the stove, calling Patty back to her duties. The older woman squeezed her hand one last time and left her standing by the door, humming as she went. Logan stood a moment longer, just watching, and then went silently out the door as the gentle song waved her bye.

During her preliminary research, she had discovered an abandoned path hidden by deep brush, overgrown grass, and imposing fencing and, being the true scientist she was, she refused to let something as small as “gentle suggestions” keep her from her goals. Of all the paths, this one was the most defined and would be her best bet to staying safe and not losing her way.

Dawn crept over the horizon as Logan reached the fence, illuminating her path just barely. With one last glance at the village behind her, she hopped the fence and pushed past the shrubbery, revealing a faded dirt path that disappeared into the trees. From here, the beauty and colors that Logan could see from the treeline intensified, drawing her further into the forest’s depths.

Without so much as a second thought, she started down the path, stopping frequently to record her surroundings. The forest was strangely quiet, almost entirely devoid of the animal noises that would normally fill such gaps. The oddities didn’t stop there. Though signs of most animals remained elusive, Logan noted that the woods held an unusually high spider population whose webs seemed to coat every other tree. The path was also wellkept despite being (supposedly) out of use for many, many years, as though someone had been using it regularly.

The biggest oddity of all, however, she wouldn’t discover until the early afternoon. After a quick lunch break and rest, Logan had opted to follow the path just a little further before heading back to the village. She had spent much of her time documenting, afterall, and would easily be able to make it back before nightfall so long as she didn’t daddle for too long. As she stopped to observe another type of spider hanging in a nearby tree, something unnatural caught her eye – brick. Curious, she left the creature to its duties and followed the path straight towards the misplaced material.

She passed through an opening in the trees and found a clearing where an old manor sat ominously in the center. The brick Logan had first spotted belonged to the broken-down walls and wrought iron fence surrounding a small courtyard area where a dead tree stood tall. Beyond that, the dark, boarded-up house was as uninviting and ancient as a tomb and just as fascinating.

Without thinking, she took another step forwards, mind reeling at all the possibilities. But as she looked around the abandoned place, her brain began to fight the siren’s call, calling out to her danger, danger. Though she had often been considered reckless, the truth was that her risks were always calculated. The pros and cons were always weighed, the cons always deemed worthwhile. But even she knew that going into an old, decaying building for nothing more than curiosity’s sake was a fool’s errand at best and criminally stupid at worst.

With a last conflicted glance at the home, Logan turned back and began tracing her steps down the pathway. Still, the desire to know, to explore remained, and so she promised herself that she’d bring the place up to the townspeople as soon as she got back. Her curiosity could be saitited from the safety of civilization, where she wasn’t liable to injury or death and help could be reached in a matter of minutes.

Leafy debris crunched underfoot as the spiders watched her exit, too lost in her own thoughts to notice how each one froze as she passed them. How odd, a human daring to approach their lady’s home. It had been a very long time since anyone was foolish or arrogant enough to try, and they couldn’t help but find her…fascinating. Spiders scurried along the forest floor as the human crossed the threshold back to her own kind. Lady Virgil would want to hear about this immediately.

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oliviaischillin1204 · 9 months

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wake up call

Pairing: Romantic Analogince (Roman/Virgil/Logan)

Word Count: 1,476 Words

roman is lee in like 70% of the fics i have drafted rn. i just want to Wreck him

"Is he seriously still asleep?"

Virgil's voice came from the direction of Roman's bedroom door. He couldn't look at him to check, but he could imagine the fondly exasperated look on Virgil's face as he watched Roman 'sleep'. He was lying on his stomach, his face shoved into a pillow, and even with his eyes innocently closed he could tell how bright it was in his bedroom. He was supposed to get up hours ago, yet here he was.

"I've knocked on his door three times, and nothing," Logan added. He must've joined Virgil in Roman's doorway; Roman felt his heart flutter a bit at the idea that his partners were both watching him sleep.

It was silent for a few long seconds. Roman thought they might've left again, until Virgil spoke.

"Well, you know he needs the sleep," he said, voice strangely measured. "He was up late last night, and we had a lot of work to do yesterday... and plus you tickled him for like an hour before he fell asleep."

Roman inhaled so quickly he nearly choked. Oh. Oh, fuck.

"Ah, yes, I'd almost forgotten about that," Logan continued. "Only because we do it so frequently, it's practically routine to tickle Roman to sleep every night."

Oh, fuck both of them. Roman absolutely was going to make them pay for this stunt later-- if he could get through this without blowing his cover.

"Yeah, he's pretty loud when he gets tickled," Virgil said. "I was in the kitchen with Patton and we both heard it. Kinda... squeal-y, and shriek-y."

"Ah, that must have been when he said he could keep his arms up for five minutes straight. I told him we could stick to gentler tickles to help him wind down, but you know how he is."

They both laughed lowly, and Roman could feel his face getting hot. It's one thing for the two of them to talk about him like he's not even there-- it's even worse when he can't even try to fight back in some way without ruining his plan.

"What was that one thing he does? When he drops his arms almost all the way down again 'cause it tickles too much, but then he just sorta folds his elbows over his face, like he's trying to hide? It's pretty freaking funny."

"Especially since it blocks his vision and prevents him front anticipating the other hand moving toward his torso. We had a lot of fun with that last night-- I believe I found a new freckle, above his right hip, that seemed to be quite sensitive to spider tickles."

Virgil snorted. "Oh, yeah? I'll have to remember that for later... poor little Princey. He has no idea what he's in for as soon as he wakes up."

No, no, no teasing. The butterflies fluttering around his stomach were already bad enough.

"Roman..." Logan's voice was nearly a coo, and Roman fought the urge to shiver as he suddenly realized his partner must be standing right by his bed. "I do hope you're not pretending to be asleep when we've asked you so politely to get up."

He felt the logical side move to sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. He considered throwing in a fake snore, but decided that would be too much.

Especially when, all of sudden, he felt Logan's hand running through his hair. And then he felt Logan's nails running through his hair.

It took every single thing in Roman not to squirm then and there and ruin the whole game.

"We miss you," Logan said softly, and really that wasn't even fair, because if they're planning what Roman knows they're planning, then he was purposefully trying to be romantic and gentle in that way that made Roman's heart flutter in his chest. Stupid smart boyfriends and their stupid observation skills.

Another dip on his other side told him Virgil had joined him on the bed; he forced himself to stay still when he felt a warm hand rub up and down his back. "We have literally nothing to do today. Give it up to Janus on finally booking in that self-care day. And if we do end up doing any work, then everyone is gonna get to see the genius ideas you came up with yesterday. You did good, Princey."

Bastards, bastards, bastards. Roman's tummy would be full of butterflies just from the compliments and validation alone. Pairing it with the gentlest of tickles was overkill.

He could just give in. Roll over, get good morning kisses from his two favorite people in the whole world, and return the love they've showered onto him tenfold. But no one ever accused Roman of giving up from a fight, so his eyes stayed closed and his breathing stayed measured.

At least, until Virgil suddenly curved his fingers so his nails were the ones running up and down Roman's back. He kept his hand right along the spine, which wasn't so bad for Roman, but with every motion he let his fingers creep closer, closer, closer to the backs of Roman's ribs. Those horrible, wonderful tickle spots that Roman was utterly incapable of ignoring. He felt himself begin to tremble, and he wondered if Virgil could feel it, too.

Logan hummed, and suddenly his hand had moved, too, to gently brush and wiggle against Roman's ear. He softly scratched below the lobe, where Roman's ear met his jawline.

It took everything in Roman not to smile, not to scrunch his neck up, not to laugh. He ached to laugh, to wiggle and kick his legs and squirm away from his lovers' hands... and maybe even to be held so tightly, wrapped up in someone's arms, while the other let their hands trail all over his body in retaliation for sleeping late. Or each of his partners could grab one wrist, keeping him so vulnerable between them as they take turns inspecting each one of his tickle spots. Maybe-

"Alright, enough of this," Virgil said, before shoving both arms under Roman's chest and flipping him over onto his back like a pancake. "Time to wake up."

Roman had approximately 0.1 seconds to take a deep breath before both Logan and Virgil dived in with reckless abandon. Gone were the gentle, soft, nearly soothing tickles they'd began with; now Logan was leaning over to dig his thumbs into Roman's underarms while Virgil vibrated his hands all over Roman's soft stomach.

Immediately Roman screamed, eyes shooting open and limbs desperately trying to coordinate some way to defend himself, but his barely-awake brain coupled with the devious double attack left him beyond delirious and without any way to save himself. Virgil leaned down, letting his own morning stubble graze Roman's side while he massaged his tummy, and Logan dropped himself down to murmurs soft coos into Roman's ear that he couldn't even comprehend over how much his warm breath set his ear and neck alight with tingles.

"Nahaha- wahaha- wait!" he gasped. The tickles slowed, but his partners didn't pull away.

"Wakey wakey," Virgil purred, leaning down to leave slow, soft kisses against Roman's midsection. Roman's legs kicked weakly.

"Not fair," he whined. His ear seemed to vibrate with the sound of Logan's low laughter, before he, too, was peppering the spot with gentle kisses. Roman snorted; he couldn't decide which way to move his head (towards the kisses or away from the tickles?). Luckily, Logan made the decision for him, pressing his mouth even closer to Roman's ear so he couldn't scrunch his neck.

"It's time to get up, darling."

Each syllable sent breath against Roman's ear and shivers run up and down his spine. It was horrible, absolutely horrible- Roman could do nothing but squeal and buck against the bed, where Virgil's own kisses and wandering hands were still attacking his tummy.

"Plehehease..." he begged. His smile nearly ached, but he couldn't feel anything other than the soft warmth that came from being adored by his partners. Blissfully, his partners seemed to listen: Logan pecked his kisses down until he was merely kissing Roman's shoulder through his shirt, and Virgil folded his hands and rested his chin on them as he smirked up at his bedraggled boyfriend.

"That was," Roman continued through catching his breath, "utterly uncalled for."

"We warned you, dude," Virgil shot back. "You could've gotten up at any time."

"I was asleep!"

Virgil snorted. "Uh huh."

"I was!"

"Whatever you say, dear," Logan murmured. Roman opened his mouth to continue arguing, but suddenly Logan was once again running his nails through Roman's hair, and any word of complaint disappeared as he moaned.

Virgil propped himself up further, and even in his blissed-out state Roman could make out the softness in his gaze.

"You know what? I think you should sleep in every day."

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #lee!roman #ler!virgil #ler!logan #drafted on december 27 2021 #wake up call

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monkeythefander · 10 days

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Analogince Headcannons💜💙❤️

Am I participating in my own event/ship week? Yes, I am 😁. Am I also posting this a little bit early? Yes, because I’m too excited to wait until it’s officially the 29th in my timezone. I wanted to eventually make headcannons for this ship, so I thought I’d make some based on some of the prompts for Analogince Week 2024. I didn’t write for every single prompt because I didn’t have ideas for some of them. These headcannons all take place in a human au.

@analoginceweek

The prompts I chose to write for were the following:

Day 1 (April 29th): Library / Theater

Day 2 (April 30th): Nightmare

Day 3 (May 1st): Disney / Adventure

Day 4 (May 2nd): “Are you okay?”

Day 5 (May 3rd): “Here is where we shall stay.”

Extra ideas: Tea, and Companionable Silence.

Content warnings: mention of lunch (nothing specific, just getting lunch together), mention of nightmares (also nothing specific), mention of tea, let me know if I missed anything else.

Click below the cut to read the headcannons

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- Virgil wanted to contribute to the local theater’s upcoming musical. Acting wasn’t one of his best skills, so he decided to contribute using the skill he’s mostly confident in, which is his illustration abilities. The theater was looking for people to help sketch out designs for and paint parts of the set, so Virgil decided to help. While working at the theater, he met Roman, who was acting in the play. Virgil was busy painting when Roman approached him and started a conversation about the play. The two men quickly fell into a nice conversation about whatever came to mind, and from that day on, they continued to talk to each other whenever they had free time at the theater.

- Besides helping out at the theater, Virgil also worked at the local, public library. He mostly was in charge of organizing the books. He wasn’t put at the front desk often. One day, when Virgil was organizing some of the book shelves, a man approached him. This man was Logan, and he was asking Virgil if the library had a specific book about the solar system. Virgil led Logan to the book he was looking for and the two ended up having a nice conversation about outer space. Logan also mentioned that he needed the book to reference for a lesson he had planned for his students; he’s a teacher. After that conversation, Virgil didn’t think he’d see Logan again. But Logan ended up returning to the library a lot to look for more space themed books and to talk to Virgil about the books. The emo man enjoyed the conversations; it made his job more interesting.

- One day, Virgil decides to introduce Roman and Logan to each other. The emo man hopes the two will get along, since he thinks they’d be good friends too. The three men decide to get lunch together and Logan and Roman are able to bond over their interest in poetry and Greek mythology. Seeing his two friends getting along makes Virgil smile, but he tries to hide his smile behind his hand. At this moment, he also realizes that he might just love these two, wonderful men. Virgil doesn’t plan on saying anything about his feelings yet though.

- Virgil didn’t end up being the first one to confess his feelings. That title went to Roman. It was several months after Roman and Logan were introduced to each other that Roman realized he had feelings for the emo and the nerd. So like the romantic he is, Roman decided to create a fun way to confess. He was a bit nervous that they wouldn’t feel the same way, but he couldn’t hide his feelings forever. So Roman set up an adventure for his crushes to go on; it was a scavenger hunt. He set up clues for them all over town in spots the three of them liked to hang out, and then made the final destination the diner where they all hung out for the first time. Once Virgil and Logan arrived at the diner, Roman confessed his feelings and the emo and nerd said they liked him back. So they became boyfriends that day.

- After dating for a year, the three men decided to move in with each other. They did a lot of searching online until eventually Roman said “Here is where we shall stay” as he pointed at the photo of a nice house on the laptop screen. Logan and Virgil agreed with Roman’s statement. This house would be perfect for them. Roman had wanted a house with a front porch he could put a nice, rocking chair on. Logan wanted a house with three bedrooms so if any of them needed some personal space at night, they could have their own beds instead of sharing one all the time. Virgil wanted a house with a nice backyard where he could just sit and draw. The house they found online met all these needs, so the three boyfriends were definitely buying it.

- Before moving in together, the three men never really saw each other when they were feeling super upset or stressed. So now that they lived together, the boyfriends saw every aspect of each other’s lives, and got into a routine of making sure everyone was feeling okay. If anyone seemed like something was bothering them, they’d be asked “Are you okay?” If Virgil woke up from a nightmare and couldn’t fall back asleep for the rest of the night, Logan would make some tea to help calm Virgil down and Roman would gently hug the emo man and whisper comforting words to him.

- If Roman was feeling worried about an upcoming play, Virgil will remind him of how great he is at acting and offer to practice reading whatever script Roman had to memorize at the moment. Logan would also offer to read through lines with Roman, and provide advice whenever Roman requested feedback.

- If Logan stayed up too late grading papers for his students, Roman and Virgil would remind him it’s time for bed. Virgil would offer to help Logan finish up grading after they all got some sleep. After they get Logan to lay down in bed, Roman will quietly sing to help Logan relax more and fall asleep.

- The three boyfriends like to sit in companionable silence with each other when they all just want a quiet and relaxing day. Logan will sit on the couch with a book. Roman will plop down on the couch, rest his head on Logan’s shoulder, and just watch random videos on his phone with headphones on. Virgil will sit on the floor in front of the couch and sketch whatever comes to mind. Most of the time the emo finds himself drawing his boyfriends sitting on the couch, like they are in that moment.

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End Notes: Thanks for reading! As always, if you like any of these headcannons and want to make a fanfic or fanart based on them you can. You just need to ask me first, and then tag and credit me in the post so I can see it.

-Monkey💜

AO3 Link to these headcannons: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55441837

#sanders sides #sanders sides headcannons #sanders sides human au #analogince #analoginceweek2024 #virgil x logan x roman #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil x logan #virgil x roman #logan x roman

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thegoldenduckie · 6 days

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I dare you to rank all sanders sides ships on a scale of 1-10. At least, as many as you can think up of.

OOO SOUNDS FUN ANON! Ill try to get as many ships as i can (but not that one, you know which one)

Rankings under cut

btw i used fanlore.org to look for all the ships, so idk if each of the ship names are right

AND THIS IS JUST MY SILLY OPINION! IF YOU DISAGREE THATS ALRIGHT THIS IS JUST WHAT I THINK!

Loceit: 8/10 Really good, love it, love the content of it

Moceit: 50/10 MOCEIT IS MY OTP! MY EVERYTHING, MY ABSLOUTE FAVOURITE SHIP

Dukeceit/Demus: 7/10 Its really good! Lovee their dynamic, its a shame we dont see these guys interact in the show much :(

Roceit: 7/10 Love roceit, so many angst and fluffy opportunities, honestly love the angst

Thomceit: 5/10 Honestly im not enthusiastic about sides x Thomas ships, but they can be pretty sweet! This ones really good, i see the appeal

Anxceit: 9/10 AHGG THEM! Sooo good! As platonic, romantic, familiar, and bitter exes! Love it! So many fun amd angsty posibilites!

Logicality: 7.5/10 Its so adorable!! I loveee logicality fanart and fics! I really loved logicality when i first joined watched the show, so it gets an extra .5 for nostagic sake

Intrulogical: 10/10 like DUDE INTRULOGICAL MAKES ME FERAL! Its so silly and adorable and freaky ahsxhjlsxkjkjhsx

Logince: 9/10 aaa its sooo fun! Their chemistry is SO INCREDIBLE

Lomas: 5/10 Again, not big on thomas and side ships, but this ones pretty cute

Analogical: 10/10 YESSS! YES YES YES! I COULD TALK ABOUT THEM FOREVER! THEY MAKE ME SOO HAPPPPYYY!! ESPECIALLY AS QPPS!! AAAA I LOOOVVEEEE THEMMM SO MUCH!

Intruality: 6/10 I like it! Its growing on me! Has a lot of adorableness

Royality: 6/10 Love it platonic, indifferent to it as romantic, and its just very sweet and seeing content of it makes me smile

Momas: 5/10

Moxiety: 6/10 again, love it familar and platonic, with a father son relationship! Honestly dont like it romantic

Platonic Creativitwins: 9/10 Yes! The twins! I love them just being chaotic siblings, or even on good terms and having being good brothers to eachother

Intrumas: 4/10

Dukexiety: 7/10 I like it a lot!!

Prinxiety: 8/10 its reeaally adorble, honestly love it lots

Analogince (Lo/Ro/Virge): 7/10 cute!

Romas: 5/10

Thomxiety: 5.5/10 this ones pretty cute

Logicalceit (Jan/Lo/Pat): 8/10 Its content is soo sweet

Intruloceit (Jan/Lo/Rem): 9/10 YEAHH I LOVE IT!! MAKES ME FROTH AT THE MOUTH

Roloceit (Jan/Lo/Ro): 7/10 Seems loevly

Analoceit (Jan/Lo/Virge): 9/10 At first i was indifferent to it, but a certain mutual made me see how amazing this ship is

Intrualceit? (Jan/Pat/Rem): 5/10 i think thats the name

Royalceit (Jan/Pat/Ro): 5.5/10 havent seen much of it, but points for that sick name

Moxiceit? (Jan/Pat/Virge): 7/10 ive seen some cute suff with this, i think thats the name

Anxceitmus (Jan/Rem/Virge): 9/10 YESS! AAAAA THESE THREEE MAKE ME SOOOO INSANE!

Anaroceit/Prinxieceit (Jan/Ro/Virge): 8/10 so much potential for a toxic yoai polycule

Intrugicality (Lo/Pat/Rem): 5/10

Morolo/Moralogince (Lo/Pat/Ro): 8/10 SO ADORABLE

Analogicality? (Lo/Pat/Virge): 6/10 i think thats the name

Anaintrulogical? (Lo/Rem/Virge): 6/10 i can see the appeal, i think thats the name

Anaintruality? (Pat/Virge/Rem): 5/10 i think thats the name

Anaroyality? (Virge/Ro/Pat): 5/10 i think thats the name

LAMP/CALM: 9/10 LOOOVEE IT! I DO NOT MAKE ENOUGH CONTENT OF THEM! ITS SO ADORBLE

DLAMP: 7/10

DLAMPR: 8/10 YES! ONE BIG HAPPY POLYCULE! THE BEST KIND OF SHIP

Thanks for the ask anon! Again, all these rankings are just my opinion, please dont fight me

#i did not some of these names #just went with the flow and guessed #and i didnt do every ship #very fun ask #asks #sanders sides

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werewroammin · 6 months

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should the scene sides au thing have royality or analogince (ive decided on analogical already, there’s no changing my mind)

analogince would involve romantic analogical, unlabeled-type-of-relationship logince (they’re into each other but like,,,, they don’t stress over labels for it. platonic romantic? idk), and queerplatonic prinxiety (i can try to elaborate on their dynamic but trust me it’s also pretty complicated lmao)

i mean,,, i could have royality be a thing too, where patton is only dating roman,,,, i do love a complex polycule,,,,,,

let me know y’all’s thoughts!

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Virgil: You’re so cute, I wonder how cute you’d look in my bed.

Roman: *unprincely screech*

Virgil: Too bad you’d probably faint by the time I get you to bed.

Roman: *dramatically faints*

Logan: Can you not make our boyfriend die?

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #romantic prinxiety #prinxiety #romantic analogince #analogince #incorrect sanders sides quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #aka my missing noon post #tw death mention #tw innuendo mention #tw sex mention

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candied-peach · 2 years

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ao3: “yearning” rating: T warnings: hanahaki disease, blood, logince, analogince genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil pines. But they could never fall in love with someone like him, right? (written for @tsshipmonth2020 new year old tropes, prompt: hanahaki disease)

Virgil coughs into his hand, wincing as yet another red petal fluttered and stuck to the side of his palm, the edges tacky with blood. Shit. At least no one else was around to observe his pathetic performance. He shoves the petal into the pocket of his jeans, joining the others, a cacophony of red and dark blue. He's not stupid. He knows who he's in love with.

He also knows he can never, ever join them. Roman and Logan? The cutest couple in the Mindscape (at least according to Patton, who automatically disqualified Remus and Janus on the basis of Remus placing a live eel on his pillow the morning of the judging)? They'd been together for years. Virgil had no chance waltzing up to them and being like "hi, I'm slowly dying because flowers are growing in my lungs- yes I realize Hanahaki disease is supposed to be fictional- and it turns out I'm gay for the both of you, wanna give it a go?"

Virgil sighs, skulking back up the stairs. He had planned on getting a snack, but not if he was going to cough up flower petals in the kitchen. There's just too much risk of Roman or Logan walking in, and that would be the worst possible-

"Where are you going, emo knightmare?" Roman inquires, as Virgil runs straight into him. Virgil's eyes widen as the ever-present tickle at the back of his throat grows stronger. Oh no. He can't- he can't cough now, that would-

He bends over with the force of his cough, driving Roman back a few paces by how explosive it is. Red and blue petals flutter to the floor, slick with blood, and Virgil freezes. Roman leans over, studying the petals with curious concern.

"Virgil?" He asks, his voice gentling. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Princey," he says hoarsely, through gritted teeth, as he snatches the flower petals off the floor and stuffs them in his pocket, almost on autopilot.

"Are you sure?" Roman persists. "Because if you're coughing up flower petals, that very much suggests that you are in fact not okay, actually."

""Give it a rest, Princey!" Virgil snaps. His throat aches, his lungs constricting. It feels like thorns are stabbing their way through his lungs. Maybe they are. Hell, he doesn't know. If it's progressed that far, he's probably done for.

"What is all this commotion about-" Logan asks, looking irritable as he opens his door. Concern quickly blooms on his features when he sees Virgil's all too pale face, blood still flecking his lips.

"Virgil?" Logan asks. "Are you all right?"

"He coughed up flower petals," Roman says, before Virgil can get a word out. Logan's brow wrinkles.

"Hanahaki disease?" Logan asks in disbelief. "But that is-"

"Fictional, I know," Roman says. "But as you would say, we aren't human, we're metaphysical, so why can't we get a fictional disease?"

"Can you please stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Virgil grits out. He feels very wobbly all of a sudden, and all he wants is to escape to his room.

"You have to confess to whoever your affection is for," Roman says, as if it is the simplest thing in the world. Virgil barks a tired laugh.

"I don't think so," he says. "There's no way I could tell them-"

"Them?" Logan interrupts. "As in, more than one?" Virgil feels cold inside. He hopes this is some kind of terrible nightmare, that he is not really confronted with both the people he's in love with, who are together.

"Of course not-" he tries to say, but he's interrupted once more by a harsh, tearing cough, one that fills his fingers with dark blue and red, damning him. He tries to blunder past Roman, but the creative side holds him easily, pressing him to his chest.

"Oh, Virgil," Roman says. "Sweetheart. Why didn't you say anything?"

"You're together," Virgil chokes out. "You wouldn't- I'm just me, you can't-"

"Can't what?" Logan asks, as he comes closer, bracketing Virgil. Virgil's shoulders slump, defeated.

"Love me," he mumbles. "You can't possibly love me."

"Virgil," Roman murmurs, touching Virgil's jaw and directing his gaze upward. "Darling. Logan and I have wondered how to approach you for months."

"What?" Virgil asks in disbelief. Logan nods in affirmation.

"But you always seemed so skittish around us," Logan says "We didn't want to presume- but it wasn't that, was it. It was your Hanahaki disease." Almost against his own wishes, Virgil nods.

"We love you," Roman says plainly. "Both of us, Virgil. We-"

Virgil's knees buckle and he nearly falls, held up only by Roman and Logan as the worst cough of all bends him double. His hands fill with red and dark blue blossoms, then- His eyes widen.

His lungs are clear again.

He smiles, giddy, as Logan carefully wipes the blood from his lips with a handkerchief and Roman plants a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth, both of them murmuring sweet nothings the entire time. Roman picks Virgil up, encouraging him to put his arms around Roman's neck, and the three of them end up in Roman's room.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry that you've suffered for so long," Roman says in Virgil's ear, cuddling him tight. "If I have my way, I'm never letting you go."

"He means it," Logan says dryly. "But you have to share, Roman. If that's all right with you, Virgil?"

"More than," Virgil says blissfully. All thoughts of rejection have fled the building entirely. "I love you," he says. Logan kisses the back of one of his hands and Roman kisses his forehead.

"We love you too, Virgil," Logan assures him.

"So much," Roman says.

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #analogince #romantic analogince #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil #roman #logan #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #📚#ok to rb #peach writes #hanahaki disease

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carcinized · 3 years

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(I’m Not) The Prince of Your Dreams

Ship(s): Romantic Analogince

Words: 521

Warning(s): nightmares, i guess it might trigger depersonalisation (sorta did for me), kissing (not on the lips), cuddling

AU(s): established relationship, canonverse

Notes: thank you @stardustanddaffodils for the title, ily!!!! also this was a request from six months ago sorry person im not good at doing requests, my creativity doesnt even listen to MY requests. also im hella out of it rn so if i missed editing or something or dont tag something idk thats why sjlfssa

Summary: Roman has a nightmare that he is mistaken for Remus. When he wakes up to his boyfriends on either side of him, he realizes all is okay.

Read it on AO3. (x)

The mirror was absolutely not meant to show this.

Roman had walked into the bathroom, intending to touch up his hair, and had found it far messier than before. Besides that… there was a white streak in it?

Eyes widened in the reflection of the mirror, eyes that weren’t Roman’s. He looked down at his outfit and recognized the black-and-green of it all easily. Unfortunately, his brain didn’t want it to be true.

He tried using his powers of imagination within the mindscape to fix his look, so stop himself from looking like Remus, the dark side of creativity. But his powers weren’t working. Whether it was because he was panicked and unable to focus or because he was weak, he wasn’t sure.

So he shakily turned around from the mirror, hoping that if he looked down at his body he’d be in his normal white uniform and red sash.

...No such luck.

Roman sunk down to his knees, burying his face in his hands and letting out a sob.

He sobbed for hours or minutes; He wasn’t sure. What he was sure of was that sometime amidst the crying, an aggressive knock sounded on the door.

“Who is it?” he sniffled.

“Logan.”

Roman took a deep breath and wiped his eyes, standing up from his spot on the floor to unlock the door. “Logan?”

Logan looked him up and down. “Remus? You look as if you’ve been crying.”

Roman felt his heart contract. “I’m not Remus,” he whispered.

Logan frowned. “Sure you are. You look like him. Now, Remus—”

“I’m not Remus!” Roman shouted, and the mirror broke, making Roman scream.

Roman shot up, panting heavily.

He’d been dreaming, of course. Of course he had been.

“Princey?” a tired voice from beside him mumbled.

Roman blinked, drawing in a deep breath. “Yeah,” he replied. “Sorry, I just—Nightmare.”

“It’s alright,” Virgil replied, his words slurred with sleep. “Now c’mon, Logan and I will cuddle you to sleep.”

Roman turned to his other side, seeing Logan with his eyes still closed. He wasn’t surprised he’d woken Virgil but not his other boyfriend, as Virgil was a light sleeper who woke up any time Roman got up for a glass of water and Logan could probably sleep through the apocalypse.

Roman studied Logan’s face, knowing his nightmare had no reality to it. He didn’t hate his brother the way his nightmare implied, and Logan wouldn’t mistake him for Remus. Roman reached down and stroked Logan’s cheek softly, feeling his lips turn up into a gentle smile before he lied down. “Okay,” he mumbled, and Virgil’s arms came up around his waist, a nose burying itself into his shoulder.

“Ready to sleep?” Virgil asked, sounding more awake now. “Or do you want to talk about it?”

Roman considered. “No… I can sleep. I’m fine, just panicked for a moment.”

“Okay.”

Roman breathed in and wrapped his arms around Logan, pulling him close despite the nightmare. Logan didn’t protest, even humming a bit in his sleep. Roman sighed and pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. He would be fine; It had only been a dream.

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lefaystrent · 5 years

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Yes hi. Do you have anything on Analogince? Hcs, fics, art? I just got dragged into that hell and I plan to stay there forever

I don’t think I’ve ever writtenanything for them, but here’s some headcanons.

Also this got loooong and I still didn’twrite out all my thoughts, but it’s 1 in the morning so I’m going to cut it hereand hopefully add more later. ^_^

Roman is the one who brings themtogether as friends at first.

If it was up to Virgil and Logan,they’d stay inside all day and not socialize with the rest of the world.

So much to do, so many possible confrontationsto avoid, better to avoid the trouble.

But Roman has a way of moving people.

He throws their schedules upside downand gets them to come out of their shells in ways they didn’t know possible.

And somehow they don’t hate it.

Roman is bright, idealistic, andpassionate. Sensitive as he is strong.

He’s like a puppy ready to take onthe world.

Logan and Virgil silently agreethat they must protect the puppy. He’s cute but kinda dumb.

Logan and Virgil aren’t quite sure whyRoman’s so insistent on being around them. They think he’ll get boredeventually.

Roman never gets bored. He actually thinksthey’re really cool and he just wants to impress them.

Logan and Roman share a passion forwriting. They can sit and talk for hours about ideas and phrases and metaphors.

Roman writes his own stories. It’s a bigdeal for him to share his writing and open himself to criticism.

Roman shares his work with them.

Logan becomes the editor he never knew heneeded.

Logan has a way of correcting thelogistics of Roman’s writing without tearing him down.

Virgil doesn’t contribute much to thoseconversations, but he likes listening to them a lot.

Whenever Roman asks Virgil for storyideas, Virgil’s go to is, “Make a meteor crash down,” or something of the sort.

Virgil mostly bonds with Roman over music.

They have a lot of similar tastes andfavorite bands.

Roman’s a big musical fan, but Virgil’snever really listened to any musicals.

Roman gets Virgil into musicals. Virgildoesn’t tell him he’s succeeded at first.

Roman catches Virgil humming, “Michael inthe Bathroom,” one day and squeals loudly in glee.

“Oh my god, Be More Chill? When didthis happen? We have so much to talk about!!!”

Logan doesn’t care for most of the musicaltalk.

UNTIL HAMILTON IS DISCOVERED.

“So do you like it?” Roman asks, on theedge of his seat as Logan listens to some of the songs.

Logan fucking loves it.

He goes into full history rants and howwell blended the story is for a modern medium and THE LYRICS!!

It’s one of the first times the othersrealize just how passionate of a person Logan can be.

When he’s interested in something, he’sinvested with his entire soul.

In the beginning Logan held off fromshowing this side of himself, not wanting to scare off the other two.

But more and more he’ll get this excitedgleam in his eyes and just go off about a subject.

He makes even the most mundane topicssound new and worthwhile.

A lot of times he’ll cut himself off.

“Oh, my apologies. I’m probably boringyou.”

Roman and Virgil quickly shake theirheads.

“No! Please continue! You’re hot—I mean,you’re not boring us!”

Virgil especially likes listening to Logantalk.

He’s never heard a more calming tone.There’s just something incredibly safe about his voice.

Or maybe that’s just Logan in general,smart and dependable as he is.

Regardless, Virgil will close his eyessometimes while listening to Logan.

He’ll call Logan when he’s feelinganxious.

“Talk about anything,” Virgil willrequest.

After a pause, Logan will respond with, “Haveyou heard about *insert random subject here*.”

Sometimes Virgil relaxes so much that hefalls asleep listening to him.

Speaking of voices, Virgil loves Roman’svoice too.

His usual voice is okay, a bit too loudmaybe but rich and deep.

But then one day Virgil hears him sing.

Roman goes into song, and Virgil immediatelystops whatever he’s doing and stares.

Roman eventually notices the slightlystartled stare. He stops with a smirk. “Impressed, Hot Topic?”

And Virgil hasn’t regained quite enoughsense to respond with the usual banter. Instead, he just nods in wonder,looking at Roman in a newfound light.

The honest response does things to Roman.

It’s only fair. That voice does plenty toVirgil.

Virgil’s always been a sucker for prettyvoices.

But a cute guy with a voice like an angel?

Virgil is very gay and very doomed.

Virgil is the first to fall for the othersin a romantic sense.

He keeps it to himself of course. Ofcourse he couldn’t be normal and just crush on one of them. Fate was cruel anddemanded it be both of them.

And of course neither of them wouldreciprocate. Better to just repress that shit and move on like nothinghappened.

Roman was always kinda low-key into theothers, but for all that he presents himself as the romantic, he’s incredibly apprehensivewhen it comes to romance for himself.

He’s got a lot of deep-rooted insecuritiesburied in there. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to dig all that up.

So he does his best to distance hisconscious mind from going in that direction, even while his heartsubconsciously falls slowly over time.

Logan simply never pictured himself in anykind of romantic context.

He just never thought about it is all,never felt a particular want for it.

But then stuff starts happening betweenhim and the other two.

One time Virgil’s close to having a panicattack, and Logan grounds him by taking his hand.

“I want you to squeeze my hand Virgil. Don’tworry, you will not hurt me.”

And it’s enough contact to keep Virgilconnected yet small enough not to overwhelm him.

It helps immensely.

Logan sees this and starts using thismethod frequently. Not just when Virgil’s super anxious.

They’re in a somewhat crowded store andVirgil fidgets slightly? Logan holds his hand.

They’re sitting together on the couch andVirgil’s stressed trying to formulate a business email? Logan holds his hand.

Virgil is confused and gay.

Virgil does not bring attention to thehand holding, only panics internally because WHY IS LOGAN SUDDENLY HOLDING HISHAND ALL THE TIME?

Virgil doesn’t let go of his hand eitherthough.

And then with Roman, Roman is veryphysically affectionate.

Roman will often come up from behind anddrape himself over Logan.

“Speeeeecs, I’m hungry. Feed me.”

Logan thought he was annoyed by the breachin personal space at first.

But more and more Logan starts realizingthat he’s more annoyed when Roman doesn’t breach his personal space.

Roman hasn’t hugged him or thrown an armcasually over his shoulder in a while?

Logan will look at Roman more, eyessquinted, trying to figure him out and then himself out and wondering why he’sso bothered.

Logan eventually concludes that he likesbeing physically close with Roman.

When Roman takes too long to initiateaffection, Logan does it for him.

Logan will pointedly sit down right besideRoman and lean against him.

“Watchya doing, Microsoft Nerd?” Roman asks,blinking at the not-at-all subtle approach Logan’s taking.

Logan doesn’t look at him, choosing toopen a book. “I’m getting comfortable to read, isn’t it obvious?”

For some reason Roman gets a little shywhen the others initiate affection.

Roman has long since been used to havingto be the one to initiate things.

It’s kinda…really nice, not to have to askfor things.

The three of them start becoming very comfortablewith physical affection.

Roman will often lay his head in Virgil’slap, and Virgil will scratch at his hair while scrolling on his phone.

Roman melts under the touch.

It’s one of the few times he’s evercompletely silent. He’s always burning with the urge to move, to create!

In these moments, he can happily soak inthe peace.

Logan feels warm and content when he seesthe two of them like that.

Considering that in addition to all ofthese other signs, Logan has an epiphany moment.

He is attracted to the other tworomantically.

It’s a fairly shocking realization forsomeone who’s never experienced such a thing before.

Logan takes it in stride though.

He starts listing out the pros of them allbeing together.

The three of them work better togetherthan alone, he concludes.

With that in mind, Logan approaches theother two and asks them out.

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