#Sanders Sides The Librarians AU

[naminethewriter]

One's Hometown, One's New Home

Chapter One: Quiet Meeting

Masterpost | Next | Ao3

@tss-anxceit-week

Summary: Janus’ hometown is a usually quiet place where everyone knows everyone. So when someone new moves in, they’re usually the hottest topic of local gossip. The newcomer then comes by the library Janus works at, he can’t help but chat with him a little. Doesn’t hurt that he’s good looking as well.

Content Warnings: None

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“Ah, hello Janus. I hope you are having a lovely day?”

Janus looked up from the book he was looking through for damages. He had already done the same for a few books that had been returned to the library within the past week and only found a few, not noteworthy wrinkles and tears.

“Judy, welcome,” he greeted the old woman standing in front of his station with a smile. “Yes, it’s nice and quiet today. No school class coming through.”

“Oh, those little rascals aren’t so bad. It’s nice to see the town so lively.”

“I could see your point if this wasn’t a library and people are supposed to stay quiet in here.”

Judy chuckled. “They’re just kids, cut them some slack.”

“I am,” Janus argued. “They’re respectful with handling our books, at least. But I can still appreciate the days where I don’t have to deal with them, right?”

“Yes, I suppose that’s only fair. Anyway, I’ve brought you something.” She reached down next to her and pulled up a basket that she set on his station. “I made lemon bars for my son’s visit last weekend and I might have gone a little overboard. Take these and share them with the others, won’t you?”

Janus peaked under the cloth covering the basket and a nice smell spread around him. Judy’s baking was legendary, so he wasn’t about to turn her down. Instead, he was considering simply not telling his coworkers about the treats at all.

Then again, he couldn’t eat all of those by himself.

“Will do, Judy. Thank you very much.”

“Oh, no need for that. Consider it a thank you for all the help you’ve given me.”

“Speaking of which, are you looking for something in particular today?”

“Well, I may have heard that you got a new shipment in last week,” she began with a glint in her eye and Janus knew what her question would be before she asked it.

“Yes, we now do carry that new mystery novel of your favorite author,” he chuckled and her face lit up with excitement.

“Wonderful! It’s in the usual isle then?”

“It is.” He held up his hand when she was about to hurry away. “But I have a second copy right here with your name on it.” He pulled out the book in question and handed it to her.

“Oh, you are a godsent, Janus!” Judy laughed and Janus had to raise his finger to his lips to remind her she was in a library. “Right, right, I apologize. Thank you for saving it for me.”

“You’re very welcome. I can only let you borrow it for two weeks though, we already have a small waiting list.”

“But you said it was on the shelf?”

“I did and it is, but that copy can’t be borrowed for now. At least not while it’s in such high demand. We have three copies. One which will stay here, and two that are available for checkout.”

“And you still saved one for me, how sweet. I’ll make sure to return it as soon as I am done with it then.”

“Please do.” Janus scanned Judy’s library card to make the checkout official before waving after her as she left the building in hurried steps, very eager to start the book as soon as she got home. Janus quietly chuckled as he watched her leave before he got back to work.

Wednesdays were usually his quiet days. They opened and closed and hour later than other weekdays and the local elementary school’s reading program had the teachers bring in their brats every other week on Mondays, Tuesdays or Thursdays. Janus hadn’t lied to Judy, he didn’t mind the kids all that much, at least not this far into the year when they finally learned to respect not only the librarians but the books themselves and he much more rarely found scribbles on brought back pages.

Still, he preferred the days when they didn’t come.

So, he enjoyed it, working quietly until the automatic doors slid open again to let in another visitor. Janus looked up fleetingly, thinking it would be just a regular coming through, but instead he saw someone he had never seen before.

Which happened rarely. This town wasn’t the smallest, but Janus knew pretty much everyone who lived here at least vaguely enough to recognize them.

Considering the latest rumors, he did have a good idea of who the stranger was.

The man – or male presenting, Janus supposed – stopped after crossing the threshold, taking a moment to look around and orient himself. He wore a hoodie that was too large for his frame with the hood pulled up, so Janus couldn’t make out much of his face, but he could tell that he was quite tall despite his slouch and rather slim built.

And pale in a way that almost seemed sickly.

(Not that Janus fared much better.)

The stranger spotted Janus after a few moments and hesitantly approached.

“Uhm, hey,” he greeted once he stood in front of Janus’ workstation. He kept his voice quiet, and Janus was intrigued by his low baritone.

“Welcome!” Janus greeted with a smile, doing his best to hide his staring. “You must be the new tenant of Mrs. Talbot. Are you adjusting well enough to our quaint town?”

“Why the fuck do you know where I live?” The stranger had taken a step back, glaring at Janus with eyes that he could now make out were a deep brown.

“We don’t get a lot of new people here, so if someone moves in, it’s usually the talk of the town for a bit. And I’m a central person in terms of gossip. It’s nothing personal, I assure you.”

“It’s creepy.”

Janus shrugged. “I can see why you’d think that. But that’s just how it is here. And you’re even the special kind of newbie, so everyone’s doubly interested.”

“What does that mean?!” the stranger hissed. “How am I special?”

“Well, there’s only a few reasons people come here. The first is that they’re moving back. I myself belonged to that category after I came back after going to college out of state. Has the rumor mill going about all the changes that happened in the time they were gone. I, for example, got a lot more into fashion. And grew my hair out. I got so many questions about how I took care of it, you wouldn’t believe it.”

Janus’ rambling seemed to have calmed the stranger down a bit, since he now came over to lean against the station instead of keeping his distance as if Janus was about to jump him.

“Then there’s the people that get dragged here by other locals. Partners, mostly. They often have to endure some scrutiny to see if they’re good enough for whoever brought them here. We have a lot of old ladies with strong opinions on what a good relationship is, so look out for them if you ever start dating while you’re here.

“Third,” Janus was counting down by his fingers now, “are the workers. Transferred to a backwater town like ours often leads to grumpiness, so you can usually tell who’s here because their contract demanded it. Sometimes they warm up to it, often times they don’t and transfer out again as soon as they can. Second to last there’s the nature people who just want to live somewhere with a bunch of trees. And we got plenty of those. And last but not least, there’s people like you. You just show up one day, with no roots, a past you don’t want to talk about and wanting as little attention as possible.”

“You sure make a lot of judgements without knowing anything about me,” the man murmured, but he didn’t look as put off as he did at the start of their conversation.

Janus shrugged. “Maybe. It comes from experience, however. I helped out here even before I finished school and it’s a gathering space for a lot of people. I developed a good sense of intuition that way. Plus, my father was like you, too.” The stranger simply raised an eyebrow. “It’s a long story, maybe I’ll tell you about it if you’d invite me out to a drink sometime.” Janus smirked as the other chuckled.

“Your quite forward, aren’t you.”

“I know what I like and I don’t like beating around the bush.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“You could change that.”

That startled another chuckle out of the stranger. “It’s Virgil. Nice to meet you.”

“Janus.” He took the offered hand and shook it firmly. “I look forward to getting to know you, Virgil.”

#namiswriting #One's Hometown One's New Home #Chapter 1: Quiet Meeting #anxceit week 2023 #anxceit #ts janus #janus sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #original female background character #first meeting #human!au #librarian!janus #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @rngaredead :)

For simplicity's sake I'm going to go with just my biDEMONium/trentcrimminallybeautiful ao3 and not try to combine it with my thesorrowoflizards one (why do i have more than one? because i was, among other things, an idiot who didn't know how pseuds worked next question) even though that would probably double some of these numbers lkfjgh

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Again, just on this account? 171 (some of those are oneshot compilations though)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

661,851 for now

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Ted Lasso, The Mysterious Benedict Society, The House on the Cerulean Sea, House MD, Death by Dying, Instinct, King Falls AM. Also, sort of Gravity Falls. Mostly those first two though, tbh. This one I think I will include other fandoms I've written and posted for on other accounts because it's fun and less about math. So also Shadowhunters, The Librarians, The Mentalist, The Dresden Files (TV), Roswell New Mexico, The Sandman, Star Trek, Professor Layton, Sanders Sides, Miraculous Ladybug, and sort of The Legend of Zelda. Also see, for unposted or posted a very long time ago and no longer something I would willingly share, Supernatural, Dirk Gently (both 2016 and 2010), Doctor Who, Warehouse 13, SurrealEstate, Person of Interest, Haven, Leverage, Bones. Psych, and probably more

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth (Trent/Ted - 1,157 kudos)

semaphore (Trent/Ted; Trent & Colin - 997 kudos)

off the handle (Trent/Ted - 736 kudos)

linger (Trent/Ted - 709 kudos)

a preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two (Trent/Ted; Diamond Dogs - 673 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to but I always get really busy/tired and then it's been so long it feels like it would be weird if I did. Plus, sometimes my answers by nature of the comments can get repetitive and then even though I'm being sincere I feel insincere which sucks. However, if a comment has a direct question or something I actually have like, something unique to say about, I'm much more likely to respond sooner rather than later/never. I appreciate every single comment soooo much though literally my motivation to get through the day like 80 percent of the time

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to stick with Ted Lasso fics here since I have so many fics posted and this is my Ted Lasso sideblog and say... well, most of the time I have a bittersweet ending and then some sort of hopeful epilogue (such as with ink sunset and make a mess of you) but I guess betrayal's sting / absolution's balm or something to get off my chest may qualify?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh, honestly, most of them are happy endings. I think trick & treat and matters of the heart end on particularly high notes?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in this fandom! Yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh, yeah, baby. So much. Not sure what "kind" means in this context. It sure is explicit smut. I have tended almost exclusively towards hot transgender sex the last few years because. yknow. hi. but somehow I don't think that's the intention in the question.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do, but I haven't posted a lot. Only one on this account (a Gravity Falls x The Mysterious Benedict Society crossover that started as a joke because of a shared actress) although I had an interesting Shadowhunters x The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess fusion on my other account. I've written some pretty weird WIPs, though. And I've got some posts about Ted Lasso crossover/AUs, like a Sarah Jane Adventures AU, a Pushing Daisies AU, a Stardust AU... You can find that kind of thing in this tag on my blog.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Not in this fandom, though, as far as I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Again, not in this fandom, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh, man, I don't know if I can decide. Magnus/Alec (TV version only I'll die on this hill) will always hold a special place in my heart, but I've got other "obsessed with this when I was a kid" ships and also recency bias/current hyperfixation means Trent/Ted screams as an immediate answer, and so on and so forth. I'm bad at picking favorites. Overall, I'd probably say one of those two, or both.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sticking to Ted Lasso again (I have. so many MBS WIPs. god.) I'd say lost sight of (who you are) (lost motivation, want to finish, fuck!!) or sweeter than heaven (hotter than hell) (got mad at it), or!! oh!!! ink sunset (stuck) and possibly the next installment of matters of the heart. Yeah, I have a problem

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at being funny and also at eloquent but perhaps a little too verbose metaphors. I love me an elaborate metaphor

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

It's hard for me to focus and get what I have in my head out sometimes, even when I really want to. Whether it's being unable to organize or just my brain flat-out refusing to cooperate and do anything. Also, I'm way too like. easily discouraged with lack of feedback, and even a little negative feedback can kind of ruin my week and make me never wanna go back to that story ever again.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I just realized. The questions seemed familiar but I wasn't sure why and now I know, now that I've gotten to this question. I have done this game before and I remember bc of this question. I was confused bc it was under a different name, I think the questions were in a different order, and it was sometimes slightly differently worded but nope! This is the same one! Weird Anyway, just for this particular question, I'm going to copy-paste my old answer because I'm lazy. I’m extremely bad at linguistics in general, so if I must include someone talking in another language in my fic, I think I’d tend to cheat and do italics or some other indication that this is ‘in another language’ (ie “Where are you going?” she asked in Russian), but that’s admittedly a lazy approach. But I also think it’s probably better than butchering it with an auto-translator? Also, when people just include the translation in the end notes, even with a link (although that makes it marginally better) it breaks the flow of the story and makes it hard to read. Making an effort to at least match grammar is good (which I would do if it was for longer than a single scene, probably) but I think the best solution is when people know what they’re doing and like, have an actual translation with a little html code so you can click on it and it reveals what it means? Or if you’re clever, revealing what it means using context around it, but that has its own limitations. So that both like, uses the actual language and doesn’t break up the flow. It balances accessibility, flow, and respect for the other language in question well. But you’ve got to both know what you’re doing with the language (either asking someone/hiring someone/knowing the language yourself) and the html (although there are guides for that you’d have to spend time figuring it out + know it exists in the first place to look). And this is fanfiction, something we ultimately do for free in our spare time, so the lazy approach, I think, can be understandable. Maybe not in every context, but it’s not worth stressing a lot over in a few random lines or anything, you know? It is really cool when people do know a language well enough to include it properly in a fic, though, it can say a lot about a character or dynamic; and their background(s) and like. it’s neat :)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ever? Doctor Who. And I don't remember the order, but after that I know I wrote some stuff about Star Trek (mostly TNG but I believe also TOS), Supernatural, A:LTA, Marvel, WTNV, and the Stanley Parable? I think I first posted either Supernatural or WTNV

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I have no idea. Some of my top ones (for Ted Lasso again) would be matters of the heart and trick & treat I suppose?

Tagging: whoever wants to do this man, I probably tagged everyone I'd normally tag last time so if you see this and you wanna do it, go ahead and tag me and do it!

#tag games #tag game #gertspeak

[iamfear]

Sanders Sides PJO Au

Remus:

-Remus Princetown

-Bi

-He/Them

-Mother is not there so him and Roman ran away

-He and Roman were making there way to camp Half blood

-Roman is 1 year older than him

-They got into an argument

-Roman left

-Remus waited for his brother till a satyrs and brought him to camp

-Whilst doing archery,he was claimed by Apollo

-He has the power to infect people with illness and noise control

-Year rounder

-He is good at archery

outfit:

Roman:

-Roman Princetown

-Gay(closeted)

-he/him

-Mother is not there so him and Roman ran away

-He and Remus were making there way to camp Half blood

-1 year older than Remus

-Got into an argument with him

-left Remus ,but planned to go back

-got lost

-was found by lupa

-after that he was sent to camp Jupiter

-quick rose in the ranks

-was claimed by Apollo after he helped heal Janus

-has the power to heal people and noise control

-not the best at archery, but really good with a sword

outfit:

Logan:

-Logan Galdur-Berry

-Bi

-He/him

-His Mom dropped him of at camp when he was 12

-was at camp for 2 months till he was claimed

-Desendant of Lyssa

-claimed by Hecate

-Everyone thought he would he a kid of Athena

-Powers:mist control, talking to dogs and polecats

-Year rounder

-Wepon of choice is a dagger

Outfit:

Virgil:

-Virgil Dark

-Pan

-he/them

-raised by his older sister and his older brother who are also a demigods

-was attacked

-older sister died is the attack

-him and his brother feld to camp

-Sister:Hellna Dark

-Brother:Marlon Dark

-very shy and doesn’t talk much

-claimed by Aphrodite on his first night at the same times as Patton after protecting Patton whilst he was healing another camper

-Powers:Charm speech, but hates using it

-Year Rounder

-weapon:spear

Outfit:

Patton:

-Patton Cakily

-Bi

-He/him

-Son of Hebe

-descendant of Apollo

-Raised by Older Sisters also demigods but not of Hebe

-Sis 1:Jay ,kid of Iris

-Sis 2:Korren, kid of Demeter

-Helps in the hospital place

-claimed by Hebe after helping to heal one of the younger campers at the same time as Virgil

-Powers:Healing by humming(works on every age but better on youth)

-Year Rounder

-doesn’t like fighting, but if he has to he uses a sword

Outfit:

Janus:

-Janus Dolion

-Gay(Closeted)

-He/they(closeted)

-Mom sent him to camp jupiter when he was 14

-claimed after almost being caught stealing something

-son of Mercury

-one mortal younger sister

-Sister: Tory Dolion

-powers:great at stealing, increase of speed, stealth in shorts bursts, can easily pick locks

-use sword

Outfit:

Icarus(that’s the name i think the orange side is called):

-Icarus Galdur

-Bi(closeted)

-he/him

-grew up in new rome

-never new his mom, was rasied by one of the new rome Librarians

-Desendant of Lyssa

-Clamied by Mars at 14

-Cousin to Logan, they just don’t know that

-uses sword

outfit:

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #pjo au #sanders sides orange side #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa

[vwritesawholelothm]

Analoroceit Week Day 1: AU

Co-written with @gender-snatched

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman Sanders/Deceit | Janus Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders Characters: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders Additional Tags: Analoroceit Week 2023, Polyamory, OT4, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Knight Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Prince Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Librarian Logic | Logan Sanders, Enemies to Lovers, but the enemies bit is mostly one-sided Summary: Somehow, despite himself and his brilliant scheme, Janus has fallen in love. Three times.

Event hosted by @loganisanobody

#analoroceitweek2023

[artsyfangirl]

Info About Me

PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING!

I’m 19, almost 20, and my blog is currently safe for minors, but I don’t remember everything I write, so if you come across something I’ve written that you believe crosses that line, please tell me what it is and I will review it, and change things accordingly.

My blog will always be friendly for minors, but I may have things not safe for them, which I will tag accordingly and put the tag here so they know what tag to block.

I’m an age regressor, and part of the CGLRE community, which is a SFW space. Age regression is NOT ageplay, age regression is a coping mechanism formed to deal with stress and trauma, and from what I’ve heard, is more commonly found in people who didn’t have much of a childhood. However, kink can also be used to cope, not saying it can’t.

An age regressor does not need to be undergoing a traumatic experience/reliving their trauma or be stressed in order to regress, they can regress from being overwhelmed or simply because they feel like it.

Age regression is a coping mechanism in which the affected individual mentally regresses to a child, and may enjoy child-oriented activities and foods/drinks.

I have many diagnoses, including ADHD, depression, anxiety, DI, osteoporosis, scoliosis (Edit: the scoliosis is gone :D), POTS (a subset of dysautonomia (POTS is a nervous system disorder, I believe?)), and others. So don’t be surprised when/if I reblog or post things about these, as it’s important to spread awareness and I enjoy educating others, especially when it’s about things like this (my family and I had never even heard of POTS before I was diagnosed).

I am part of many fandoms, including HP, LOTR/Hobbit, Chronicles Of Narnia, Sally Face, Creepypasta, Slenderverse, DSMP, Undertale/Deltarune (and the AUs), Fran Bow, HTF, BATIM, Sanders Sides, FNaF, as well as the Markiplier and Jacksepticeye communities. And of course, TWF, Harmony and Horror, etc.

Please don’t come around bringing negativity about any of these onto my blog. Many of these are genuinely a huge part of my life and my coping mechanisms, so please, just don’t.

My general opinion when it comes to things like HP’s creator, is that we’ve lost too many fandoms to bigots, so why not fight back and make their own work repulsive to them? HP is a prime example. Trans fanfics, art, etc is a great way to enjoy the fandom and actively spit in the face of it’s creator at the same time.

Update to the above! In discovery of blogthegreatrouge’s actions, I do NOT support her or what she has done. I still greatly enjoy NAJ, VV, and PJ’s Daycare, and I will still write for them if requested, but I will be attempting to develop them (basically just stick to what’s already there that isn’t problematic from what I can see and strengthen it + add on to it) and stop associating them with her.

I have to add, that other one, Jammy Wolf or something like that? Never really cared to learn the name, it never stuck right with me. It was boring, confusing, had no plot, and I just didn’t understand why it was made. Looking back, I recognize a lot of the red flags in it. But at that time, I didn’t think to even consider that things like that might be present. It was an UnderTale AU comic, after all.

To be clear, I have also never seen that one comic for NAJ and never intend to. I’ve always seen the relationship those two have in that AU as something tentative. If that makes sense. (Another confusing thing about NAJ, Goth? The only one I remember is Librarian Goth, but I remember hearing somewhere that there was another one? What?)

Addition! In terms of Linkverse AUs, I only deal with LU and LU AUs. Sorry, but it’s a personal preference, and I can’t keep up with all of those Links.

I’m somewhat aware of the stuff going on in the self ship community, but I don’t want any of that brought onto my blog! I will reblog stuff from both sides! Don’t harass anyone using my reblogs! Don’t harass anyone in general, but I especially don’t need to see that!

Anyway, I’m Arthur, I’m 19, and I go by She/Her pronouns, but am also experimenting with They/Them. I currently identify as a bi cisgender female, which may change down the road. (Edit: Currently identify as girlflux!)

If you don’t like my stance on things, feel free to block me. I feel the need to be honest about these things. I love you all and hope you have an amazing day!

My kins!

My F/O’s!

#about me

[really-sleep-deprived-nerd]

Sanders Sides The Librarians AU

The Library is a magical building that houses mythical artifacts and books. One would say they have everything, but some artifacts were lost after their creation or simply thought lost and impossible to find, and that’s without adding the fact that new magical artifacts can and sometimes are created every day.

Probably should say that “magic building” means that it exists as an infinite plane between our reality and the void and that it has a sort of “conscience”, since it’s the building itself that chooses the people that will become Librarians and Guardians.

Those who work at the Library (Librarians, Guardians, Caretakers and Custodians) become infused by the magic of the Library, and they take that into the world with them. If the connection is severed, humanity will be cut adrift from learning, curiosity, investigation, knowledge and wisdom.

Likewise, it is dependent upon the ones that work at the Library having belief in it, in order to maintain a physical presence. If that belief destroyed or otherwise broken, the Library ceases to exist.

Librarians have the job of search for and retrieve the artifacts, the job of protecting the world of the next magical apocalypse, protecting it from evil and greed taking over. They protect the library and the magic and knowledge linked to it.

Guardians protect the librarians, but not only as a sort of bodyguard, because the most important job of the guardian is protecting the librarians’ soul. They keep them sane and make sure they don’t become consumed by evil and greed.

Caretakers and custodians they are quite hard to explain, so I think I will leave it as they are immortal humans (???) that live/stay at the library. They know where the things are inside the library (Well, where most of the things are) and they do the common librarian job (Keep inventory of the things they have, accountability, etc.)

Librarians: Roman, Patton, Logan and Damián (Deceit)

Guardian: Virgil

Caretakers/Custodians: Emile, Thomas and Remy 

(The rest under the cut because this got long)

(They are in the order they started working for The Library)

Emile, Thomas and Remy

Emile and Thomas are the original librarian and original guardian.

They are as old as the library itself, but since they are connected to its magic they became immortal.

This two are probably the only “competent adults” around, if we are being honest. As I said, they keep things working.

Remy is Morpheous, the Greek god of sleep and dreams.

Remy spends most of his time outside the library but pops in from time to time to annoy the hell out of Thomas, shamelessly flirt with Emile and check in the library and how everyone is doing.

He likes to think of himself of the “guardian deity” of the library but in reality he is more of a cute and friendly stray dog that the librarians found and they couldn’t kick out because they felt bad.

He makes a killer coffee though.

It took Remy 300 years of flirting and spending time together, but he became Emile´s boyfriend

He is not sure how he did it and is very surprised he hasn't fucked up the relationship yet, but there isn't much Remy can do to “Fuck it up”. Emile has lived a long time, he is patient and kind and hopelessly in love with the godly idiot.

Roman Palacios

He worked alone for about five years.

He had a guardian but he died while protecting him. This destroyed Roman, because the guardian wasn't just his guardian, it was his boyfriend too.

After quite some years of librarianing alone he became a brave, reckless and badass explorer!

He is the one with the most experience but that doesn’t mean he’s never more than two steps away from panic at any moment and is pretty much in a state of perpetual mild-to-severe terror.

He loves the job but he is perfectly aware of how dangerous it is, and after the others join the library he becomes a bigger mom-friend than Virgil, which is pretty damn difficult, as Virgil´s entire purpose is to keep all of them from getting themselves killed. (Virgil is grateful for the help and finds it charming that this cute dramatic nerd cares so much about his friends)

Roman in his time in the library, managed to befriend Excalibur, after learning that Cal is surprisingly smart and snarky for a magic object that cannot speak (Yes, as in “Arthur´s sword” Excalibur. The thing is very much magical and very much sentient)

Excalibur teached Roman how to sword fight.

Speaking of Excalibur, it took Roman two years to befriend the sword while it took Virgil less than a day. Roman is both offended and impressed

His first impression of Virgil was something like this:

“Why the fuck is this tiny edgy looking emo a guardian. He won't last a day”

Two days later it became:

“Strong,,,charming,,,,edgy bastard,,,Im,,,,WAY more gay than I suspected,,,”

Virgil Storm

Exercising helps him calm his anxiety, so since he was little he did a lot of things: Boxing, ballet and judo, to name a few.

So now that he is older he is a Strong Boy that has the physical ability and muscles to knock you out without breaking a sweat while still having a heart of gold under all his sass.

And that's the reason the library chose him to protect their new bunch of idiots- I mean, librarians.

The first time he met Roman, the librarian joked “And remember, you aren't allowed to fall in love with me”

“That won't be a problem” Virgil said grinning

Ah, but two days later:

“therE IS A PROBLEM”

His relationship with Roman is “Oh, he is insufferable. I love him”

The ultimate mom-friend

He is the only one here that has just a bit of common sense and he swears one of these days the librarians will give him a heart attack

Since he started working in the library he befriended a few gargoyles and the chupacabra

Patton Medina, Damián “Dee” Jones (Deceit) and Logan Stone

Patton is an art and architecture expert, author of scholarly works on history, art and architecture in his spare time. He can speak fluently speak 10 languages, 3 of which are dead ones and he is decent at at least other 5

Damián is a tech expert and world-class professional thief. There isn't a lock or puzzle he can't get past.

Logan is a maths and science expert, with a love for chemistry and physics. He is an actual genius and can mentally solve any equation you put in front of him

The three of them working together make One Good Librarian, the library knew this and that's why they all got called and hired the same day

Dee, despite being the best thief to have ever graced the earth, has a good heart.

He is just very bad at this “friends” thing. He grew up alone in not the best of places.

“But he is a thief!!”

Yes, but I never said he kept the things he stole.

He sold everything he stole and gave the money away, keeping the bare minimum to buy food and pay rent in the tiniest apartment in existence.

When he stole a very rare diamond, hospitals were built. When he stole an old painting from a museum, people went to college. (You get the idea, a modern day Robin Hood)

Damián is the only Librarian in history to have befriended nessie.

Patton´s bubbly and cheery personality made his family and old “friends” think he was just a stupid airhead, despite everything he has ever accomplished.

The first time someone (Roman) called Patton a genius he literally started crying tears of joy.

All the things he published were under fake names and identities because he was scared. He thought that if not even his family would take him seriously, then no one else would.

Logan went from “I know Im smarter than everyone else” to “I am the best in what I do but that doesn't mean there isn't people smarter than me” pretty damn quickly after he started working in The Library

So basically Roman, Logan, Deceit and Patton go in magical adventures while Virgil screams in distress in the background trying to keep everyone alive and Remy and Emile stay in the library being Cute and Dorky gays. Thomas looks like a tired dad too old for this nonsense. 

#Sanders sides #Prinxiety #Roman sanders #Patton Sanders #Latino Roman #Argentinian roman #Logan sanders #Virgil sanders #Deceit Sanders #Thomas sanders (Character) #Emile picani #ts Remy #Ts sleep #ts deceit #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #ts virgil #sympathetic deceit #Sanders Sides The Librarians AU

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#my art #digital art #a lesson in practicality #alip!logan #alip #sander sides fanart #sanders sides au #sanders sides #he looks like an old librarian and I love it

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I'll probably be back home and be able to draw by tomorrow, but I see skirt Logan is canon now, I'm quite excited to draw that

Has anyone made a middle school Loceit AU yet? Please?

#he looks like a middle school librarian and i love him for that #someone please show me that AU or i swear im gonna end up rambling about one #aiden rambling #sanders sides #ts logan #loceit #loceit mention #skirt logan #ts janus

[princeanxious]

The Royal Librarian- Chapter 1

Chapter 1- “The Road to Perfection is Destructive.”

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Future analogical, future sidelines royality, sidelines established dukeceit, background remile

Word Count: a little over 3k

Warnings For This Chapter: Virgil’s got anxiety and is a bit self depricating, brief mentions of panic attacks, Virgil stays up and works himself for so much longer and harder than is healthy for a normal person in one session, boi highkey overthinks a ton when he’s not occupied. Don’t work yourself for 24 hours straight like Virge does, it’s not good for you.

Minor notes on Virgil’s mental state in this fic: Virgil has ADHD(as reflected by my own life experience) that shows up in different ways here and there, and he suffers from RSD(Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria) which drives Virgil’s need to be perfect or fail till he damn near collapses from exhaustion, which also just feeds into his chronic anxiety. Thats all for now!

Chapter one(you are here!)|Chapter two(coming soon!)

Bonus stuff:

-the Rough Library Layout

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Quiet. Such a word was practically synonymous with Virgil’s existence. The young adult practically grew up in silence, sought quiet spaces out like a moth drawn to a flame. And like a deer spooked by a snapping branch, he often fled from loud groups larger than three. He had been a quiet child, content to lose himself in any book he could get his hands on, reading for hours in any quiet atmosphere he could find. Alone, and content because of it.

So it was really no surprise he picked up a local library apprenticeship when he’d turned fifteen, and was a well-versed and well-read librarian by age nineteen. He had his lifelong friend Patton to thank for making him apply alongside hundreds of others to the opening position of the Royal Astra Family’s castle Librarian position, a year later. And, to be fair? He’d only applied because he’d been sure his resume would never have been seen, let alone selected, if only to simply placate his best friend’s excited begging.

He didn’t account for Patton’s connections as the Royal Head Cook to shift that margine of possibility to reach at least being seen. Though Patton chalked it up to the fact that he’d always talked about Virgil around the royal family anyway, long before the position had needed a replacement. It seemed to be just Virgil’s luck that ‘Virgil’ just happened to be a very uncommon name.

The panic attack that followed after he received a letter that his resume had been selected alongside a select few others for further evaluation had been a rough one. Still, he held out hope that his perceived inexperienced youth would save him, the stress and responsibility of such a serious job couldn’t be trusted with some ambitious kid like him, could it?

And, besides, it’s not like Patton’s constant praises carried that much weight, right? That's just how Patton was, a personified ball of sunshine! It was why Virgil was never surprised to hear Patton mention the royal family and staff by name on accident, or mention a silly story involving them in private, he’d clearly become close to them as the Head Cook. Though, the more he thought about it, he realized that.. Well, it’s not like the royal family had known Patton as long as Virgil had. Patton could be too trusting, and tried to see good in everyone, and well, perhaps the royal family trusted his judge of character over just simple skills. And wasn’t it just peachy that Virgil was lifelong best friends with said ball of personified sunshine? (Not that he’d ever trade their friendship for the world, never. It was just Virgil’s problem that he could never seem to tell Patton no, huh?)

Eventually, a nerve wracking week passed before Virgil finally had his answer in the form of an acceptance letter hand-delivered and an accompanying uniform and granted permissions to traverse and move into the castle grounds, all ordered and signed by King Thomas himself.

Apparently, his suspicions over Patton’s influence had indeed won out.

Three days later, Virgil finds himself silently saying goodbye to the home he’d made on his own, not as terribly forlorn over the loss as he thought he’d be. The small cottage he’d been renting didn’t feel much like home to him, anyway, not like a library did. Still, there was a longing to hide from the large change crashing into his life, and thrice he’d hid under his covers and cursed his weak will against Patton’s puppy eye’d pout. Eventually though, he’d talked himself out of his panicked haze, just in time for his first shift the following day.

“I can’t believe I let Pat talk me into this.” The ravenette grumbled as he leaned to the side. Using his weight and momentum to shift the sliding ladder he was perched on, he slid closer to the next book he’d been reaching for.

“Become the castle’s new Librarian! It’ll be fun, he said! It’ll help sooth my anxiety to work with even more books and even less people, he said, the head cook who works with at least 20 other staff each hour to maintain a steady meal plan for the entire castle staff daily!” The little librarian huffed to himself, resignation seeping out with each controlled breath.

His first day hadn’t been an easy one, and though he hadn’t expected it to go smoothly, he certainly hadn’t expected it to become such a mess. It wasn’t his first time working as a librarian, but leave it to good ol’ Virgil to let life make his days as eventful as possible!

From the moment he woke to the time he had his lunch break, not that he would actually willingly take a break nor need one yet, the day had been.. busy, to put it lightly.

It’d been storming when he woke, and though he was on time to get ready and leave, he’d only realized that his umbrella had broken the month prior. It had left him to make a twenty minute dash in the pouring rain when he found no other options.

He was plenty grateful for a bathroom stationed just inside of the library building entrance, where he hurriedly rushed inside to change out of his soaked attire. He’d been smart enough to pack away his official Royal Librarian uniform into a water resistant bag with a few additional dry essentials, and let his common clothes get soaked instead.

In a short six and a half minutes, Virgil was changed and mostly dry, though there was little he could do about his damp hair aside from comb his fingers through it. With his wet clothes packed away, he made it into the library on time to begin his first very long shift.

He’d already been sworn into secrecy when it came to occasionally dealing with the royal family’s history and artifacts in the future, and with his first and hopefully one of very few ever meetings with King Thomas out of the way, he was officially the new Royal Librarian. And now, also the only. As he was told in no certain terms that the last had retired and fucked off into obscurity before anyone had realized that the library had been left in disorganized chaos.

The old coot had apparently made his own system for everything, and hadn't bothered to write any of it down. From sorting sections to assigning books to genres, none if it clear and often very, very unorganized.

Virgil’s first big task was to comb through the entire damn building and use a new system, one that made sense. He was to reorganize every book and every section, using the appropriate genres and sorting. This way the royal family could actually functionally use the library and not waste time sorting through chaos.

This was where Virgil found himself three hours later, on the verge of a minor mental breakdown as he’d just barely sorted an eighth of the books on the main library floor into the Dewey Decimal system.

He’d had plenty of empty tables at the beginning of his journey, and right now every single one had some few stacks of books on each, labeled accordingly. Aside from his muffled ranting and the pattering of rain, the library was relatively silent.

It was odd, being alone in such a gigantic library. It almost reminded him of home.

He paused for a brief moment, having set down the final few books taken from the bookshelf he’d been working on. He’d gone through just one row of 6 bookshelves, and had 7 rows left to go, and that was just barely counting putting books back in the previous shelves as he went. A whine left him as he realized just how long this project was going to take.

“Fucking fuck.”

Somewhere between the second row and the third, Patton had stopped by to check in on Virgil. He found him hard at work sorting the fiction section on the left side of the building, tables half forgotten as Virgil attached unobtrusive non-damaging number labels to each and every book. Stacks of books lay carefully placed on the floor against each shelf, seperated by label and lack of label.

“You already look so at home, Virge!” The head cook whisper-shouted, though the sentiment was not necessary as the only other being in the library was the librarian himself.

“Yeah yeah, hush you. I’m a bit too swamped for ‘I told you so’s at the moment. So, what's up?” Glancing up at the taller man, Virgil briefly noted a small package wrapped in cloth was held in his hands.

“Can you spare a minute to eat?” Patton giggled, but Virgil knew better. He’d known Patton since they were kids, it wasn’t a question. Or a decision to be made. With a sigh, he placed the book he was holding in its place before turning to the cheery cook. “Yeah, I can.”

“How’s the kitchen today?” He asked lightly, having eaten the light meal quickly in order to get back to sorting. Patton hadn’t commented, nor had he been shooed away when Virgil began sorting again. He contently sat out of the way to finish his own lunch, his original goal having been accomplished.

“Oh! It’s going great today, honestly. Not too many mishaps from the newbies today either, so that's a bonus! And well, you know, making mistakes is in human nature but, they’re learning so quickly, I’m so proud of them! They’ll be taking my place by fall, just you wait and see! And, well, Roman stopped by earlier to swipe some snacks for Prince Logan, his brother, and himself. You know, the usual.” Patton chuckled, and if Virgil had looked, he’d seen the besotted look Patton always had when he talked about the head knight of the prince, he’d seen it a hundred times and was bound to see it a hundred or so more.

“Oh, speaking of,” Virgil butted in playfully, “I’ll finally get a chance to meet this knight and shining armor you’ve been swooning over for over a year now, huh?”

He watched Patton’s freckled face flush bright red, sputtering and then coughing on his mouthful of food. Virgil just cackled delightedly, stepping over to give Patton a few hard pats on the back to be sure his friend didn’t choke.

He laughed again when Patton gave him a pout and a soft “You’re so mean to me, Virge!” Eventually Virgil was able to placate Patton with a gentle hug, and the cook was sunshine and smiles again.

A finished lunch break later had Virgil finally sending Patton off, back to the warm bustling kitchens in the main castle building while he moved on to the next portion of his task.

He quickly found the steady back and forth rythme soothing. Pick a few books up, put them away. Pull a few books out, sort it by number as per their section of genre, set it in the right place. It was a blessing to find that there was just enough of a consistency to the previous plan that he could find up to five to six books in the same category in a row, and each set of books could be similar in subject, usually ending up just one section away. Often was the wayward book that found itself out of place, though he had assumed that these were often books just placed back haphazardly considering their subject patterns.

Often the most scattered and random books had ended up being of a few select categories. Without fail, he found that it would end up being a book on Space and Astronomy and/or Mathematics, in-depth Anatomy of Plants and Animals, young adult Fantasy Adventure novels, or Horror novels. It was.. Sort of odd, how there had been no section for each and all of these books, and yet there were so many evenly scattered. Perhaps that had been on purpose then, not haphazardly placed. But why?

Too busy to think deeply about it, he designated spots fitting each book type, and decided he’d figure out what he’d do with the puzzle later.

It was 6 pm by the time he’d finished the fourth row, and Patton had stopped by briefly to check on his best friend. He watched Patton’s merry expression drop some, concern seeping in as he took in his best friend’s progress.

“It’s almost 6:30, Virgil. Have you had another break yet?” He asked, watching his best friend continue moving back and forth. “Aren’t you tired? It’s been a little under 12 hours at this point, kiddo.. dontcha think it’s time to call it for the day? I mean, you’re already halfway there!”

“Library hours, at least Librarian work hours, don’t end till 9. And yeah, I guess I’m a little tired? But I’m in the zone, Pat. You know how I get when I’m in The Zone. If I stop now, who knows how long it’ll take me to finish sorting the other half?” Virgil rambled, half distracted and still trying to keep a vice grip on his concentration. “And besides, King Thomas said he’d be checking in on me tomorrow.”

“But Virge, you know he doesn’t expect you to have it done in one day. Thomas isn’t like that! That’s why he gave you a whole week to settle in, so you could move into the Library’s living quarters-which you haven’t done yet, might I add!- and get the library situated.” Patton stood stiffly, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. Virgil was as stubborn as he himself was when his mind was made up.

“Look, Pat.. just, I’m sorry. You know I hate to worry you. I’ll try to stop at 10, go home and get some rest, and tomorrow i’ll move my stuff into my new home here. And, i’ll take a break from sorting for a few hours. Okay?” Virgil reached out, taking Patton’s hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He let Patton pull him into a tight hug, and didn’t resist when Patton briefly rubbed at his tense shoulders.

“Okay. Just, take care of yourself, Virge, okay? If I find out you stayed out an hour later than 11 pm, you’re gonna be in big trouble mister!” Patton giggled, lightening the mood the way he knew how.

“Yeah, yeah, hear ya loud and clear, Dad.” He watched Patton beam at the nickname, and moments later he watched Patton disappear behind the library’s main entrance door as his friend left him be, reassured. Virgil gave a heavy sigh, looking down guiltily at the stray book clutched in his hands.

“Let’s just hope ‘trouble’ just means a week of disappointed reprimands like last time…”

Hours later, Virgil’s head jerked up from his sorting as a father clock somewhere in the library dinged, signalling 10 o'clock. Biting his lip, he walked to the front doors and examined his options. He found he could lock the library from the inside, and pulled down the shutters. Briskly, he moved to cover each large window with their thick drapery, finding the adorning cloth thick enough to keep the low artificial light from seeping out. He dimmed the inner library lights so the library looked closed, but otherwise the building was still functioning from within.

Unless someone else had keys to the doors of the library, no one would know that the librarian was still stationed and working within. No one could see out, and more importantly, no one could see in. Which meant that Virgil was safe from Patton’s wrath if the Cook came to check on him, temporarily at least.

“Fuck, Patton’s gonna be so mad..” He muttered to himself, leaning against the librarian’s desk with a deep sigh. He’d briefly admired the beautiful desk earlier in the day, from the intricate carving to the beautiful dark mahogany. It would serve him well in the future, he hoped, after the thorough ‘grounding’ he knew he was going to get from Patton.

He shook his head to free his thoughts. There was no sense in getting in trouble and feeling guilty about it if he didn’t do anything to learn from in the first place. It was time to get back to work, and if he was lucky, he’d finish the main body of the library by the time his next shift started. Then, he could try and play it off, like nothing had ever happened, he’d just keep Patton out of the library till tomorrow to hide his finished work.

11 pm came and passed as he worked, and when he looked next at the clock, he found it was nearly 4 am. Tired but determined with only one row left, Virgil trekked on with a new vigor. All-nighters weren’t anything new to Virgil, not in the slightest. He was a creature of the night who rarely got a full night's rest to begin with. And sure, it was rare he worked his body so hard and for so long, but fixations were hard to break once in The Zone, it’s not like he could feel it past the hyperfixation haze.

Patton had often told him off for it when they were young, but as time passed they’d come to realize that’s just how Virgil was. Laying down did nothing to lure his mind to sleep on even the tiredest of nights if his insomnia had something to say about it. Better that he used the extra time to be productive, rather than spend 6 hours tossing and turning in bed, numbers and thoughts crowding in his head, and only getting up more restless than before. Patton often just tried to ease the aftermath if he could help it.

Sliding the last book into place was like sliding a final puzzle piece into a massive puzzle. The triumph of accomplishment had never felt so good, not like this.

Though, he quickly found himself aimless not 10 minutes later, seeking errors to fix and lost books to give a home. His brain wasn’t ready to let go of it’s fixation just yet, but as each second crawled by, he found himself recentering into the real world.

His body ached, and he was exhausted. His stomach gnawed at him weakly in hunger and his eyes watered from staring unblinkingly for so long. He eyed the chair behind the librarian’s desk, his desk now, he reminded himself.

“Screw it.. The Library’s sorted enough, I've got the rest of the week to make it perfect. A ten minute nap won’t hurt, right..?” He huffed to himself as he pulled the window curtains open one by one. Shuffling over to the main library doors, he unlocked them and raised the shutters. Soft morning sun rays fluttered into the connected windowed hallway just beyond the doors. He smiled at the tiny beauty of life, spotting the main library windows letting in the same comforting, dappled light.

Pulling his cloak tighter around himself, he plopped into the chair at his desk, finding it soft and comforting. Leaning forward, he rested his head on his arms, and under the fluttering morning light, succumbed to sleep’s gentle embrace.

Unknowing of the rude awakening that was soon to come.

Chapter two

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #analogical #royality #the royal librarian au #luka writes #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus sanders #remy sanders #emile picani #remile #character thomas #tw panic attack mention #luka’s fics #luka’s aus

[meetthefantasticmrfox]

The Librarians

Summary: Jeremy Scalera (Jeremy sounds more natural than Janus...seriously who would name their kid Janus?! Sorry to anyone named that but you deserve better. JanICE does not count.) is the head librarian at Hawthorne Library and antisocial intellectual with a taste for being alone and silence. Logan Constell (short for constellation, not his actual last name in this fic) is strikingly similar. So what happens when these two antisocial and intelligent loners cross paths in an interview that was sure to change both their lonely souls.

Pairings: Loceit

Alternate Universes: Human Au, Vitiligo Au (Human! Janus Headcannon technically)

Warnings: Mentions of disabilities and a few mild swear words. A smidge of angst at the very end. Let me know if anything else needs to be added.

Hope you enjoy my dears!!

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Edit: Chapter 2 is here! The Librarians Chapter 2

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The Hawthorne Library was run by a bitter and short tempered know-it-all named Jeremy Scalera...He was exactly 5 foot 3 and 120lbs with a thin frame and even thinner shoulders. His skin was the color of milk chocolate but his smooth sweetness of skin was interrupted by a clash of white splotches scattering his body. Jeremy had been born with vitiligo which resulted in a crude nickname of ‘Dairy Cow’ all the way through his middle school years. This influenced him to hide as much skin as possible using gloves, scarves, and extensive wool jackets and sweaters. This wasn’t entirely odd since at the time he had lived in Minnesota and it was freezing all the damn time. Now he lived in Florida where you either were sweating or shirtless.

“Please let this be a quiet day...” He muttered as the door to the library slammed shut behind him. 

It was exactly 7 ‘o clock in the morning and the library was in need of opening. Jeremy was the only employee of the library and he practically lived there. Sure he still owns an apartment and everything, but he prefers the guaranteed silence at night with the library. His office had a small cot in it with a bathroom and a small kitchen fridge and a few counter-tops to hold his microwave, sink, and single cabinet. 

Jeremy’s morning consisted of walking down to the RelativiTea coffee shop down the street that was operated by one of Jeremy’s old classmates. One who hadn’t mocked him because he himself had a disability, Roman Sancleur had turret syndrome (is that right?). Jeremy might have even considered him a friend had they ever talked to each other than exchanging a coffee order.

“Morning Jeremy.” Roman said out of reflex. His fingers twitched every now and then along with the skin under his eyes, but that was more on the fact that Roman had had no sleep last night because he was too busy drinking coffee and teas left over from the day before and watching Disney movies. 

“Just the iced chocolate mocha today.” The librarian sighed and leaned on the counter. He always got here early to avoid the morning rush. 

Roman set a drink onto the counter already prepared.

“You’re too predictable Jerry. Why don’t you ever shake it up a bit?” Roman leaned over the counter getting a little too close for Jeremy to like. No romantic signs came from the barista, more so curiosity.

“First of all don’t call me ‘Jerry’ please, and second I like consistency. This doesn’t take too much out of my paycheck from the city and it’s tasteful.” Jeremy hissed and put a five dollar bill on the counter as he always did. The drink was actual $2.73 but he didn’t ever like change so Roman always got a pretty generous tip.

Jeremy walked out of the coffee shop without another word and entered back into his solitary space just a block away.

The head-librarian set down his coffee on the horseshoe desk in the center of the library and the jingle of his keys echoed.

“I hope I’m not intruding.” A smooth voice laced with calm sounded behind Jeremy and he jumped.

“Mother of damnation who the hell are you?!” The librarian spun around and gripped his hand on the can of pepper spray he kept on him at all times.

“I-I suggest no hostility, and I advise you keep your voice down...we are in a library after all.” The stranger raised his hands in defense. “I’m sorry to have startled you, but the door was unlocked and I assumed you were in your office.” The man was oddly calm despite the can of pepper spray aimed at him and the clearly hostile look in Jeremy’s eyes.

“My name is Logan Constell. I came to apply for a job here.” The presumed ‘Logan’ folded his hands behind his back and only then did Jeremy begin to notice his features.

Logan wore tight black framed square classes, a smooth black dress coat and a navy undershirt with a star-flecked tie across and brighter blue fabric making up the tie itself. His shoulders were broad and his chin sculpted almost so finely one could mistake him for a statue if he had been gray. 

Speaking of gray, his eyes were a brilliant icy blue-ish gray that sparked with intelligence Jeremy had never seen before. Then there was his hair, pitch black it seemed to be made of the dark matter of space itself. The lightness at which it was folded back and not a single sign of gel or any other product other than a mint smelling shampoo and conditioner. He was so put together with his black slacks and dress shoes to top everything off.

“It doesn’t make much...” Jeremy said steadily despite the rushing feeling running through his veins. He set the pepper spray down next to his coffee and Logan began to approach him which with every inch closer the head librarian’s heart beat a little quicker until it was skipping.

“I have no one to provide for but myself and my hydroponics garden.” Logan stated and held forward a piece of paper with a series of qualification statements and columns.

“I don’t need a resume...I just need you to answer a few questions.” Jeremy quickly said and slipped behind his horseshoe desk. 

“I would be happy to answer them.” Logan said blankly.

“As I would hope.” Jeremy glanced up at him as he sat down in the old roller chair with a creak. 

“Age?” He started.

“Twenty-Three years, seven months, and fifteen days.”

“Are you organized?”

“To a fault some might say.” Logan replied cooly.

“Do you have balance well on a 14 foot ladder?” Jeremy shot back.

“I’ve never tried, but I have a high pain tolerance and have been reported a fast healer.” 

“Then you’re hired.” Jeremy rose from his chair and stuck out his hand. Logan took it in a firm grip that shot sparks through Jeremy’s arm and heat shooting up his face then he let go and the sparks vanished.

“When do I start?” Logan’s eyes held the slightest hint of joyous feeling but it was masked behind the gray and blue storm.

“The library opens in five minutes which should be enough time to get your tag done.” Jeremy offered a smirk which was met with only the slightest twitch of the others lips and the flicker of those eyes casting over the librarians face.

~Time Skip~

It’d been three weeks since Logan had started working at Hawthrone and every glance or movement seemed to attract Jeremy’s attention. He had considered going to see a doctor at this point but the Library’s salary and the fact Jeremy didn’t have insurance wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Good morning Jeremy.” Logan said one day as he walked in. 

“Morning Lo.” The other responded calmly. This was about all that was exchanged by them verbally on most days.

The first three days at the library Logan had worn a simple silver band on his ring-finger then it had disappeared. Today seemed like an okay day to finally question his new employee about it.

“So...I noticed you stopped wearing the ring.” Jeremy said casually one day as he stocked the shelves. It was closing time and Logan was better at checking back in books than Jeremy.

“What ring?” Logan asked blankly, barely glancing up at the brown and tan head librarian.

“The silver band you wore the first three days you were here.” Jeremy clarified.

“I didn’t think it had any significance to my work here.”

“It doesn’t.” The conversation fell quiet for a few seconds before one of them spoke again.

“If you don’t feel comfortable with telling me it’s fine. It was just a silly question worth a bit of satisfied curiosity.” Jeremy said hurriedly as he started to ascend the ladder. The book he had in his left hand belonged at the top shelf.

“No...it’s just I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable or loose this job.” Logan rushed out.

“Why would I fire you? Or feel uncomfortable?” Jeremy asked slowly as he reached the fifth level.

“Because that ring was my tie to my ex-husband.” Logan said quietly, barely loud enough for the man on the ladder to hear.

“Oh...” There was a pause with only the sound of clicking keys and the steps of Jeremy climbing the ladder. “Well that’s nothing to ashamed of. Some people just don’t fit.” He quickly said after an extended period of time that felt longer than it should have and he reached the top and began moving books around to shelve the one in his hand.

“You’re not...going to judge me?” Logan seemed surprised.

“Well no. Who you choose to love is not up to me, and it’s not like I have anything against gays or bisexuals or any of the LGBTQ community. I myself am apart of it.” Jeremy reassured him and started climbing down slowly. The ladder rings dug into his worn shoes and hit against his old socks, further sinking into the bottom of his feet.

“Fascinating.” Logan muttered. Jeremy pretended not to hear and as silence once again claimed the room the sun began to send a orange glow over the dark gray carpeted floors of the house of books. Jeremy looked up to see the tangerine and apricot that now spilled through the windows like a waterfall to a lake. 

Jeremy didn’t stop his descend though and his foot caught on a ring, but before he could notice he slipped and fell. All the way from the seventh level down to Earth and before he hit the ground something snapped and pain rocketed through his left leg as black crowded his vision. Nothing existed except the abyss.

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AAAAAAaaaaaand that’s Chapter 1. If this chapter gets some love or I get bored then I’ll check out getting a Chapter 2. 

Until next time my Foxlings! <3 <3 <3

#logan sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides #loceit #human au #fanfiction #librarian au #vitiligo #LGBTQ+ #Ending in angst

[angrycatblizzard]

Hey guys!!! Have you figured out what jobs you want? Hopefully you can get enough money for a lawyer. Good luck!!

Roman: Not yet Virgil: Maybe at a coffee shop or as a lifeguard. I'm not sure ☕ Janus: Not yet Emile: Not yet Remus: Probably at a fast food place 🍔🍟 Patton: I kind of just want to pet sit in my free time, or baby sit. If that doesn't work, I'll probably work at a fast food place 🐶 Logan: Librarian?? 📚 Remy: Probably starbucks ☕ Hey guys, thanks for the ask. This is the first one I've gotten and I'm super excited. Thank you guys so much. I'll also be taking drawing requests for the sides. So keep that asks coming for the au and if you have a drawing you want me to do, go ahead and request that too.

#ask response #Sides respond #highschool au #logan #virgil #remus #roman #patton #thomas sanders #sanders sides #Deceit/janus #remy rambles #remy #emile #my au #jobs #librarian #coffee #pet sitter #lifeguard #starbucks

[dramaticsnakes]

Virgil’s theme is actually a really beautiful composition all the way through and reminds me of like a really cool and badass magical hermit librarian wizard or something. 

#I mean it just works really well for a fantasy setting in general #I don't know where 'cool and badass magical hermit librarian wizard' came from just roll with it #I once had an au idea where janus was a badass magical hermit librarian wizard #and virgil ran away from his home and accidentally found janus' place #and then it turned out virgil wrote really good poems #and words were magical or something like that #but I can totally see virgil as someone who just knows a lot and takes no shit #sanders sides #virgil sanders #dramatictyping

[latestageyouth]

Tutoring Session

oof okay so here you have a human au with dyscalculic Logan and dysgraphic Virgil because I can (note that I do not know any dysgraphic people and that Logan’s dyscalculia is based on my experience with it)

Pairings: one-sided analogical, background anxceit

Word count: 1,580

Warnings: deceit but he’s not in there for the most part, one-sided love I guess

Summary: Logan gets a tutor and catches feelings, then The Sad ensures

Logan sighed, "Are you sure I need tutoring?" he rubbed his hand uncomfortably, shifting in the driver's seat of his brother's car.

"Logan, you're failing your classes, yes, you need tutoring," Damon put his hand on the shorter one's shoulder, "Now get out, you're already late."

Logan stepped out of the car, getting out his phone as it buzzed. He heard the car pull out of the driveway and drive off as he checked his messages:

im here

nd ur late

He didn't bother typing out a response. Logan put the phone back into his pocket and opened the door to the library. Ruth, the librarian, glanced up at him and smiled, "Good day, Logan, nice to see you again so soon. Out of murder mysteries already?"

"No, I am supposed to have a tutoring session here, but thank you," Logan returned the smile and walked closer to the counter.

"Now, why would such a smart boy need tutoring?"

Logan felt a surge of panic flood him, quickly making up an excuse, good thing he learned from Damon, "No, I am supposed to tutor them."

Ruth quietly chuckled, "I see then, I think you're looking for the boy in the back. He's been sitting here for a few minutes now."

"Ah, yes, thank you, Ruth, I should get going," Logan walked through the towering shelves, looking at some people sitting against them, books discarded around them. Some of them were taking notes, some were reading, some were on their phone.

He reached the tables, most of them empty or with a large group of people. There were only a few with one or two people. Logan glanced around and tried to figure out who the tutor could be.

"You're late."

The deep voice behind him made Logan jerk and look around. Huh, the guy looked quite familiar, perhaps he saw him in the school or when he walked into Damon's room while he was having friends over. Nevertheless, that didn't make him any less intimidating, "I, uh, I apologize, it won't happen again."

The punk scoffed, "Yeah, I hope so. Look, just because Damon asked me to tutor you doesn't mean I will," he walked past Logan and over to an empty table with a few books on it. Logan followed, sitting opposite to the taller male.

Logan glanced at the covers of a few of the books, furrowing his eyebrows, "Most of these are from the 9th and 8th-grade curriculum."

"Well yeah, you gotta build up the basics," the pale man shrugged, pulling out a notebook out of his bag along with a pen titled 'notes' in messy handwriting.

Logan scoffed and rolled his eyes, "This is ridiculous," embarrassment and annoyance already building up in his chest. The punk didn't seem to be phased, other than raising his eyebrows, opening the notebook and sliding it across the table to Logan.

"Can you solve any of this?" Logan looked at a bunch of equations, none of them made sense to him. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to find the easiest to solve, but the numbers seemed to be just a bunch of random symbols that he could vaguely recognize. He knew them. He understood them, the teacher explained it to him multiple times. He should know this. The other one sighed, "That's what I thought," he slid the notebook back and Logan watched his only chance to escape this hell slide away into the taller man's hands.

"Fine, you win, I am bad at math," Logan refused to look at the other, instead looking down at the empty spot where the notebook once was.

"You're not bad at math, you have dyscalculia."

That's even worse, Logan thought. Why couldn't he just get a normal tutor? Oh, right, he already tried that, but then his parents either couldn't afford it so he had to get a cheaper one, or the tutor 'just wasn't used to tutoring someone with a learning disability'. He hated when people called it that. Technically, he knows there's so shame in having one, but he just can't help but feel that other's view him at 'stupid' or 'lazy' because of it. He tries, he really does. He excels in history, has a B+ in economics, the English teacher uses his papers as an example of perfect grammar, but he just has to have an F in algebra and geometry. He just had to have a D in chemistry.

Fingers with black nail polish snap in front of his face, "Hey, specs, you listening?"

"Uh, yes, of course. I apologize," Logan adjusted his glasses, "What were you saying?"

"I asked you what you wanna start with," the punk put a hand under his chin and squinted his eyes, "I would pick the one you struggle the least with."

"I suppose, geometry it is then."

The other's eyes widened a bit at that, "You, uh, you sure specs?" the hand that wasn't supporting his head began fiddling with the pen. Logan nodded. The taller one opened the notebook and filtered through a few of the pages until finally settling on an empty one. He clicked the pen, then paused for a second before bringing it to the page and writing what Logan thought was a math problem. After he repeated the process a few times, he flipped the notebook to face Logan, "Alright, the first three should be fine for an 8th grader. So, the first one is a graph-"

"Yes, I can see that but your handwriting is just horrendous, I can't read anything," Logan glanced over the page, the problems being randomly scattered across the page, completely ignoring the lines, being shaky in some places and words misspelled. One would think a 3rd grader wrote this.

The pale one looked away, somehow growing even paler if Logan could see correctly, "Well, yeah I guess, I have dysgraphia. I can dictate it to you if you wanna..."

It was Logan's turn to be shocked, "Oh, I apologize. I didn't know, uhh..." Logan wondered at the other's name, realizing that neither he or his brother told him.

"Virgil, it's Virgil."

"What a charming name..." Logan mumbled in a barely audible voice before he could stop himself. He hopes Virgil didn't hear it. If he did, he does not mention it, "Y-yes, as I was saying, I am sorry. Virgil."

Virgil looked at the notebook, "Yeah, it's whatever, I'm used to it. I could, like, dictate it to you and you could write it? That'll kill to flies with one rock," he reached his hand with the pen in it over to Logan, waiting for him to take it.

Logan's lips twitched up involuntarily for a moment, before taking the pen in his hand, "Yes, I suppose that would be satisfactory," he bought over Virgil's notebook, turning to a clear page, "So, could you repeat the problems?"

Virgil smiled, what a sight to see, "Right so, the first one is a graph..." Virgil leaned on the table as Logan wrote. Seeing such clear handwriting was kinda cool. They sent the rest of the session doing geometry, only touching on algebra by the end.

Logan averted his head from the worksheet Virgil had brought when he heard his phone buzz, "Sorry, just a second," he unlocked the phone, reading a text from Damon.

times up, L, i am here to save u.

"It's from Damon, looks like the session is over," Logan said to Virgil as he typed out a response before turning his phone off:

Just a minute.

"Damn, it really is late. Well, guess I'll see you later specs, remind your mom to pay me," he looked up to find Virgil doing the two-finger salute and walking away.

"Logan."

Virgil stopped and turned around, "What?" he raised an eyebrow.

"My name. It's Logan."

Virgil smirked, "Yeah, specs, I already know," he already turned on his heel and walked away behind the bookshelves before Logan could say another thing. Speaking of Logan, he had begun walking to the exit, saying a quick goodbye to Ruth and pushing the door open. In the parking lot of the library was already standing the yellow sedan that belonged to his brother. He walked over and opened the door.

"So, how was it? Not that bad, huh?"

Logan rolled his eyes and shut the door, "I suppose so..." his phone buzzed again. Logan looked at the new message.

i thnk u clud read my 13 wnter by samnta abeeel its rlly good

i thnk yull like it

lso th number snse is cool

Logan smiled and replied back:

Sure will do, thank you for the recommendation.

He didn't need to wait even a minute for the response:

no prblm

"Who's that?" Damon glanced over at Logan's phone.

"Oh," Logan saved his number as 'Virge' "Just my tutor."

Damon laughed and pulled out of the driveway, "Just don't steal him away from me."

Logan gripped his phone tighter, "He's your boyfriend?" some part he represses pray that he's not. Damon nods. Logan feels his heart sink.

"Yeah, the only one who lasted more than a year. Can you believe that? He actually likes me for me," Logan spotted the subconscious smile on his older brother's face. Of course, he had to like a taken guy. Just Logan's luck.

"Good for you. Also, he told me to remind mom to pay him," Logan renames the contact to 'Tutor' then puts the phone away, ignoring the buzzing of a new message. 

#sanders sides #logan sandes #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #human au #anxceit #analogical #one sided love #again im sorry for grammar mistakes #this is so sad cortana play logans rap bit #oof it really is two in the morning but here i am #enjoy #also note i do not know how dysgraphic people text #and internet didnt show me anything #so im sorry if its not accurate #also #Ruth #we stand a librarian queen

[1-1snailxd-art]

Libraries are for Meetings

Master List ------ Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 - Librarians don’t date

Warnings: mild panic, introduction to Deceit inspired character (they are a sweetie) 

Summary: Logan takes Virgil out to dinner at the one place that serves great food, a surprisingly friendly face, and a topic Logan had forgotten he was avoiding.

Note: reading on mobile can remove the paragraphing. Use desktop site or visit my Ao3 page if it bothers you as much as it bothers me. 

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As the car slowed, Virgil felt his mouth salivate as he recognised Julie’s Diner lighting up the corner of the street. He remembered visiting the diner regularly with his old roommate. It seemed so long ago, but it had only been a few months; that was long enough for him to miss the comfort of good food.

 His mouth dried suddenly as Logan drove passed and turned the car down a narrow street and parked behind a foreboding black van.

“Couldn’t have chosen a brighter spot?” Virgil asked nervously, before quickly clearing his throat and trying to act more confident.

“Oh, sorry.” Clearing his own throat, Logan was embarrassed to realise how this could be perceived. “I always park here. I know the diner owner.”

“You know the owner?” Virgil exited the car, now eager again to get to the diner.

“Oh, yes. We met through… unfortunate circumstances, but that doesn’t diminish our friendship.”

“That’s… cool, I guess.”

The two walked around the corner and Virgil was once again salivating at the idea of having a full plate of food.

  Logan moved to open the diner’s door and gestured for Virgil to step inside.

“Oh, I should warn you…”

Logan couldn’t finish his sentence before he was hit in the face with a cupcake.

The diner was silent, and Virgil stared at Logan in shock as he licked at the frosting on his face.

“That seemed a little over the top and Patton would be mortified to know you were wasting good cupcakes.”

“Jokes on you, Lo, that was one of the day olds.”

 A woman walked over carrying a cloth and threw it at Logan’s face before bending down to collect the discarded treat. Though makeup covered her face, there was clearly some scar tissue marking her left cheek. Virgil was taken aback. He had seen the same scars on one of the other waiters during previous visits, and this woman was eerily similar to him.

 “Waste is waste, Ellie.” Though he sounded annoyed, a smile pulled at Logan’s cheeks as he cleaned himself up.

“It was worth it, and you deserved it.” Ellie started walking back towards the counter, “I don’t see you in weeks and suddenly you’re kicking Patton out.”

“Exaggeration. Patton is staying with his boyfriend while I calm down.”

“Calm down or rebound?”

Ellie winked at Virgil and he felt his face instantly heat up. If it wasn’t for his bags being in Logan’s car, Virgil would have bolted from the diner immediately.

 Logan groaned and threw the cloth at Ellie.

“First of all, Patton and I have never and will never date.” Ellie looked unconvinced by Logan’s statement. “And secondly, Virgil, this is Ellie. Ellie, this is Virgil. He saved my data today and I’m repaying him with dinner. Nothing. Else.”

Virgil waved nervously and Ellie suddenly softened as she took in Virgil’s demeanour.

“Sorry if I freaked you out, Virgil. It was all in jest. I promise.”

“It’s fine,” Virgil shrugged and glanced over to a booth in the far corner. “Can we sit or is it thrown cupcakes only today?”

Ellie nodded and quickly pulled out a notepad from her yellow apron.

“So, Virgil will have the works and the purple spider, and Lo you want your usual bowl and iced coffee?”

Logan nodded, while Virgil stared in disbelief.

“How did you know that?”

“Oh sweetie, I never forget a face.”

 Ellie turned without another word and headed into the kitchen.

“What was that?” Virgil turned to Logan, still gobsmacked as they walked to the booth. “How did she…?”

“You’ve been here before, right?” Virgil nodded. “Ellie has an excellent memory.”

“But I’ve never seen her before. How does she know me?”

Sliding into the booth, Logan tilted his head to the side and looked at Virgil in confusion before suddenly registering what was happening.

“Oh, you have only met Ethan during your prior visits.” Noticing the look of confusion hadn’t left Virgil’s face, Logan continued. “Ethan and Ellie are one and the same. They are…fluid in their choice of gender. Um, bigender or gender-fluid, they fluctuate their gender and will adjust their name, pronouns and style to match how they feel.”

“Oh. I’ve never met someone like that before.” Virgil peeked out of the booth to glance over to where Ellie was mopping the entry. “How am I meant to talk to them?”

“The same way you have before. You talk to Ellie like she’s Ellie. The same way you would talk to Ethan like he’s Ethan. It’s rather simple.”

 Shifting back into the booth, Virgil started tearing at a cardboard coaster to try and distract himself from the overwhelming embarrassment he was feeling. Logan acted like this was common knowledge, but it was all very foreign for Virgil. Growing up in a small town had sheltered him from many things and he was feeling the effects since moving away.

“So, Virgil,” Logan adjusted himself to take on a more relaxed pose. “Would you like to play a game?”

Pausing mid tear, Virgil looked up; raising an eyebrow at the man across from him. “What?”

“A game. It’s simple. I answer a question you have about me and then you answer my question about you. Fair?”

“Okaaaay.” Virgil eyed Logan curiously and dropped his hands into his lap; feeling the fear rise in his throat at the prospect of answering Logan’s questions.

“Very well. You may start. What do you want to know about me?”

 The look on Logan’s face expressed confidence, but Virgil noticed something else in his eyes; fear. Logan was just as afraid as he was, and that made Virgil feel better.

“Where are you from?”

“The outskirts of Melbourne, Florida; not to be confused with the Australian city of the same name. You?”

“A small nowhere town. Population, of one school and one shared brain cell.” Logan looked slightly annoyed by Virgil’s vagueness, but didn’t pressure him to elaborate. “Why did you choose to move here?”

“My partner moved here to study and be close to family. I chose to follow after graduating high school. What are your reasons?”

“Scholarship. Is Patton your partner?”

 A smile quirked Logan’s lip. Virgil was playing well to keep his responses short and quickly passing the questions on to him. Logan could recall playing in a similar fashion when he and Jason had played this game. Admittedly, this was a much nicer setting than the holding cell he and Jason had played in.

“No, he isn’t. Do you have a partner?”

“No.”

Virgil was annoyed that Logan started shortening his answers. He was hoping to get Logan to spend all the time talking to avoid facing his own questions. “What is your relationship with Patton then?”

“I told you, he’s a childhood friend. Do you have friends or family here?”

“Of course I have friends,” Virgil replied defensively. “Why did you move in with Patton if you had a partner here?”

“I did move in with my partner.” Logan smiled at the young waiter who placed their drinks on the table, before continuing, “Patton moved with me, too. We’re like family. What’s your connection with Katie?”

“She’s my boss.” Virgil sipped at his drink and caught Logan’s raised eyebrow. He decided to humour the guy on this fact. “I found the library during my first week here and used it to study. I became a regular visitor, booked the office out daily and stayed until closing most nights. I offered to help Katie clean up one night and she offered me a job.”

 “Ok, ladies!” Ellie’s voice snapped the two back, and they both turned to the waitress. “Here’s the works for Virgil and Logan’s special bowl. Enjoy.”

Ellie gave Logan’s shoulder a friendly squeeze before heading back to the counter to serve another customer.

Virgil eyed the bowl in front of Logan. Salad filled one half of the bowl, while fries, meatballs, tomato sauce and cheese covered the other; finally, two toasted pieces of sourdough stuck out behind the salad.

“What type of meal is that?”

“Interesting choice of question, Virgil.” Virgil groaned at the smug look on Logan’s face. “It’s a deconstructed burger. Designed it myself. My turn to question, what do you hope to do now you believe university is out of the question?”

 Chewing his burger slowly, Virgil considered Logan’s question carefully.

“I’m working to move elsewhere. Make a fresh start and keep doing freelance work until I build up enough of a portfolio of references to get a job that pays well. Once I’m out of debt, I’m out of here.”

Logan waited until he was halfway through his food before prompting Virgil.

“It is your turn to ask me a question.”

Virgil barely considered his question carefully; forgetting that whatever he asked would most likely be reflected onto him.

“Why did you choose to buy me dinner, instead of just paying me for saving your files?”

  Logan chewed slowly and considered his words. He feared saying too little would cause Virgil to go back to short answers, and too much could have the same effect or send him running.

"Because... You reminded me of someone I used to know." Virgil continued eating, which Logan saw as a sign he was on the right path. "I was intrigued by those similarities and wanted to get to know you better. I figured the best way to do that was to hang around, which inevitably led to dinner."

"Fair enough."

"Let's follow on from that." Virgil regretted shoving the final part of his burger in his mouth as Logan spoke. "Why did you agree to dinner instead of offering a set payment price?"

 Virgil felt sick and suddenly his dinner didn’t taste as nice as it originally had. If it was socially acceptable to spit out your food and run, he would have done so; instead he was stuck in the booth with Logan still picking at his own food. The noise of the diner was drowned out by the sound of Virgil’s heartbeat, and it took an extreme amount of effort for him to swallow his food.

Logan focused on his own food, taking small glances up at the fragile figure opposite him. Despite being wrapped in a black jacket, he could see Virgil’s chest heaving rapidly and felt horrible for causing him so much distress.

 “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Though it was his own voice, Logan couldn’t help but hear Jason’s in his ears. “Your voice is your own and I cannot force you to speak, nor do I want to.”

It made no sense why Virgil stopped breathing. It made no sense why tears slipped from his right eye. It made no sense that Logan didn’t looked freaked out or repulsed by Virgil’s reaction.

Hands shaking, Virgil reached out for a napkin to wipe his face; keeping his head low. Neither moved to further the conversation, and Logan eventually pushed his empty bowl aside, pulled a pen from his pocket and started scribbling on a napkin.

 “I got you some apple pie.”

Ellie’s voice was much quieter now, though her face was still bright and friendly. She slipped into the booth next to Logan and placed a plate in the centre of the table. The large wedge of pie was accompanied with cream, ice-cream and three sporks. Ellie immediately started helping herself to the treat.

“Thanks E. Please join us and enjoy yourself.” Voice thick with sarcasm, Logan pushed his work aside before reaching for his own spork.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Ellie giggled and glanced over at Virgil, who was now peering up at the two through his low hanging fringe. “Do you want some, Virgil? Aunt Julie makes these daily, so you know their fresh and good.”

After receiving only a shrug in reply, Ellie looked back to Logan; eyes begging him to start a conversation.

 “So, how is Julie doing? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“She’s doing ok.” A bell rang in the kitchen, but Ellie ignored it and scooped at the pie again. “She’s currently planning a special cake for the anniversary. Just seeking a distraction really. You know how she is.”

“Hm, I know what you mean.” Virgil noticed Logan staring sadly at the pie on his spork. “How are you feeling about it?”

Tentatively, Ellie traced her fingers over her scars before brushing her hair back behind her ears.  She looked at Logan through low lashes and gave him the smallest smile Virgil had seen the woman make so far.

“I think this year is my best year…I still miss him though. And the guilt, it just-“

“Ellie! Come on!”

The call of someone in the kitchen cut Ellie off and Logan put a supportive hand on her shoulder.

“It’s ok, E. I know what you mean.” Logan pulled Ellie close for a hug, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead as she pulled away. “You need to get back to work before Phil drags you back there.”

“Ok. Enjoy the pie, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded, but he was confused by the smile that stretched across Ellie’s face. She had looked so sad seconds ago, and yet was immediately happy again. He envied her ability to express and conceal her emotions so easily.

 With his hands finally steadied, Virgil reached for his spork to taste the pie. The moment the sweet crust and apples entered his mouth, he regretted not eating it sooner.

“This is amazing,” he exclaimed, despite the food still in his mouth.

For a moment he forgot where he was and how he had been feeling. There was nothing but him and the food. Logan chuckled, but his heart was still heavy from his exchange with Ellie. There was a reason he hadn’t been to the diner, or even the library, in a while; he knew the anniversary was approaching and wanted to avoid the topic at all costs.

Virgil had almost finished off the plate before he was suddenly aware of Logan again. He didn’t know Logan’s history and Logan didn’t know his, but for reasons unknown, Virgil suddenly felt…comfortable. Maybe it was because he had watched his interaction with Ellie, or maybe it was the way he let Virgil know he didn’t have to speak. Whatever it was, Virgil scooped back his hair and looked over at Logan with sudden confidence and comfort.

 “I don’t have many friends.” Logan was shocked by Virgil’s voice, but did well to conceal it from the other. “Never been very good at meeting the right kind of people. Clearly, I’m still not. I mean, I agreed to dinner with a guy who came bursting into a library wanting to dissect his roommate.”

Logan felt the heat of embarrassment flush his cheeks, but he smiled encouragingly at Virgil.

“I couldn’t work out why you were so invested in helping me. Why you cared. I guess, as scared as I was about going with you, I was still curious to learn more about you.”

“Do you regret that choice?”

“Hey, it’s my turn to ask a question not yours.” They both laughed and Logan gestured for Virgil to continue.

“I’ll humour you this time. No, I don’t regret it, but I do have one more question. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Logan nodded, “I accept the sentiment. Do go on.”

“Who do I remind you of?”

 Logan chuckled and adjusted his glasses, using the moment to glance at the time on a nearby clock. The hour was early, but still late by Logan’s study schedule.

“I will gladly answer your question Virgil, but I would like to do it while we drive. I should really get you home, unless you would like to use my guest room.”

Virgil quickly shook his head; it was probably a bit too fast and Logan took note of it.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather be home.”

 Virgil slid out of the booth and followed Logan over to the counter, where Ellie quickly appeared.

“Nice gloves,” Logan commented as Ellie pulled off her bright yellow rubber gloves.

Ellie playfully threw them at him, “jealous because you can’t pull off the yellow as well as I can?”

“Not at all.” Logan place the gloves down, slipping some notes inside, and pulled out his card to pay for dinner. “I would never try and imitate your signature colour.”

“Did you enjoy the pie, Virgil?” Ellie beamed at the man while her hands skilfully rung up the bill.

“I did. Thanks for that.”

“No worries at all sweetie.” She handed Logan back his card before leaning on the counter to get closer to Virgil. “If you are ever in the area again and want a freebie, come and see me. The day olds aren’t just for throwing.”

“Sure.” He quickly averted his eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. “Thanks, Ellie.”

“Hope to see you both soon.” Ellie called as they left.

 The night air was fresh and cool as the pair headed back to Logan’s car. Virgil’s mind was ticking over, recalling the waiter Ethan and imagining him saying the same things Ellie had said. He didn’t understand how they made him feel so special despite their different appearances and voice. He recalled the way Logan had spoken to him throughout the evening, but dark thoughts invaded his mind again and he shook his head to clear them and focused on where he was going.  If a genie were to appear before him right then, Virgil would have wished to erase those thoughts from his mind. He was tired of their constant reminders.

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End Note: 

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know this story is slooooow, but honestly it feels right. This isn't a real high paced action adventure, obviously, and I'm trying to make it feel as real as possible (just a sprinkling of my real-life experience tossed in).

What do you think of Ellie|Ethan?

Different from Deceit AU characters I've read before (though if you have some recommendations of good AU's with a Deceit character with depth, I am all ears. There's only so many 'mean' stories one can read before you get tired of them).  

 Next chapter will be a week or two away. I've got reports to do for work and a fun health mystery to solve (yay!).

It will focus on Roman and Patton. There will be a bit more Logan and Patton background story, as well as more hints on Jason (bless his mysterious little heart). Let me know if there are any BIG questions you have, and I’ll try to make sure those plot points have a bigger focus. I know I’ve hinted to a lot of things, but that’s the mystery writer in me. Sorry.

💜🐌

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Chapter 4 --- Master List

What else have I done:

The Perfect Ring (oneshot - analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death) 

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

The Shield to your Sword (WIP - A fantasy/magic au - Prinxiety (Royal Roman and orphan Virgil - they’ll admit to their love eventually), Virgil angst, non binary, healer Logan, *spoiler* Patton) 

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles

#libraries are for meetings #librarians dont date #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides au #alternate universe #ts logan #ts virgil #ts patton #ts roman #ts deceit #Logan Mars #Virgil Sparks #original character #Ellie|Ethan #Jason Reels #analogical #self discovery #fanders #famders #sanders sides fandom #genderfluid #bigender #my writing #LAFM

[stars-and-rose]

Sanders Sides Marching/Concert Band! AU

So about two weeks ago I made a shit post about me procrastinating writing Cursed Kingdom and making a band AU instead.

Well it happened. And I'm highkey living for it.

As for Cursed Kingdom, I'm halfway through writing the next chart! I also have my notes all ready for the next part of Heart Point.

With all that said, enjoy!

Marching/Concert band AU!

Flutist/Head Section Leader! Roman

* The rest of his section are all girls

* And they all (platonically) love Ro

* Freshman year, someone made a bitchy comment about Ro being the only guy and the section leader fucking decked them

* Roman became a section leader junior year and aspires to be as badass as the section leader his freshman year

* Loves marching, but is better at concert

* Like, Ro impressed Thomas with his marching pieces, but damn ask Ro to play fast dramatic or slow passionate concert pieces and he'll steal your heart

* Can also play guitar

* Has been trying to convince Thomas to let him join strings on guitar and Thomas patiently reminds him strings doesn't work like that

* Romans also a choir kid

* Once the band was at a game and the person who was supposed to sing the National anthem got sick and Thomas made Ro do it

* Ro paints his nails before concerts; he loves how the color looks against his flute when he's playing

* The flutes have a tradition where they put glitter on their faces (cheekbones) for football games

* Ro is the best at doing the glitter and all the girls make it do it for them

* Buys his section lunch on the last day of band camp

* Bitches about the tan lines he gets from his flip-folder

* Screamed for a solid ten minutes when he learned they were doing a Disney teamed show sophomore year

* Has made it for regional sand was first alternate for all-states Junior year (he was livid)

* Wears his varsity jacket all the time: he got it freshman year for lacrosse and got band added Junior year and he loves it

* Wants to go for music education and be a high school band/choir director

* Now as a senior, Ro is head section leader and has his hands on the school's singular piccolo (everyone is doomed)

Saxophonist/Equipment Manager! Virgil

* Virgil can play alto, tenor and barry sax with the same ease, but prefers tenor

* He has a little storm cloud pin on his saxophone strap

* His section is relatively small and he likes it that way

* Virgil helped so much with getting people's instruments on the truck and lugging cases around, Thomas gave him to the position of equipment manager halfway though sophomore marching season

* Once, some left their trombone on the truck and it was ten o'clock at night and Vee wanted to go home so he stormed into the band room and screamed "WHOEVER'S TROMBONE IS ON THE TRUCK THEY BETTER COME FUCKING GET IN BEFORE I SHOVE THEIR SLIDE UP THEIR ASS!"

* Safe to say that everyone was very careful about getting their instruments off the truck afterwards

* Virgil's speciality is Jazz

* Improv? Virgil can blow your mind. All his anxieties seem to vanish when he plays

* Expect for during auditions

* His first audition, he had a panic attack in the room and had to leave

* Thomas fought tooth and nail for Virgil to be able to audition again and stayed in the room with Vee during the audition to prevent another attack

* Made all-State jazz Junior year

* Also plays piano

* Once told everyone he wrote a song and proceeded to go up to the piano and angrily smash buttons and then bowed and said thank you

* Everyone thought he was for real and it was an actual, extremely Improvised, song

* Virgil wears his Letterman once in a blue moon, he prefers his hoodies. His Letterman only has band because physical activity? G r o s s

* Always has sunscreen/bug spray during band Camp because he burns so easily and bug bites eww

* Learned a bunch of meme songs and can play them by heart

* Wants to go for Music Therapy

* Senior year, Virgil head Equipment manager and has two sophomore helpers

Trumpeter/Head Librarian! Logan

* Logan has a fucking gift he's always in tune like h o w

* He's always loud you, can always hear him play

* Thomas- "Whoa guys who hit that A?"/"Who missed that note a fumbled for a measure?"

* The whole ass trumpet section- "LOGAN"

* Logan became assistant librarian as a sophomore

* He convinced the head librarian and Thomas to let him redo the library and he went wild

* Gets pissy went people keep losing music "God damn it Rebecca I got you a copy of this yesterday."

* The freshman make Virgil/Roman or (usually) Patton go get music for them because Logan scares them shitless

* His flip folder is so organized, he always can get to the right song within ten seconds flat

* Always on step. A l w a y s.

* Like everyone checks his feet to see if they're on step; the band has a conspiracy that Logan is a robot- because its impossible to be that onstep 24/7

* Plays French horn for concert

* He would play trumpet for concert but there's a single French horn and Thomas needs a section

* For districts, he dual auditions on both instruments

* He's better at trumpet but since there's like five French horns he makes it on French horn every year, made regions Junior year

* Spends most of band camp in the library because 1) lets get all the music we'll ever need copied and 2) air conditioning

* The best at Music Theory

* Only wears his Letterman at festivals, he claims its so the others can find him but it's really because he's smug. Also has track on it because Lo’s a firm believer that exercise is good for your brain

* Wants to study the effects of music on the human brain

* As senior, he runs the library and has a junior and sophomore helper

Percussionist/ Drum major! Patton

* Everyone loves Patton; he's the nicest drum major they've ever had

* The freshman all flock to him

* Walks around to all the sections, offering any help he can

* Always carries water around in case someone needs it, especially during parades

* Once, someone passed out during Band Camp due to dehydration. Patton angrily lectured the entire band about the importance if drinking water. There was a PowerPoint involved.

* Patton pep talks the band before every performance

* Before becoming drum major, Patton played snare drum for marching

* You bet your bottom dollar that he had light-up drumsticks (they exist I promise)

* He wrote a cadence sophomore year, the percussion section performs it all the time

* Has a journal filled with music-related puns

* Sometimes lets Roman glitter his face, the flute section has highkey adopted Patton as an honorary member

* For concert, Patron plays Mallets

* He also plays violin

* He also dual auditions for districts on violin and mallets

* Makes regional band on mallets, and all-state orchestra on violin

* His violin case has stickers all over it. Right near the handle is a crown, a lightning bolt, a book and a heart sticker- it reminds him of his friends all eases his nerves before auditions

* Has a scrapbook of all is band memories, he started it in freshman year

* Wears his Letterman at games- it's a size to big (he ordered it that way on purpose), because it's really warm

* Wants to become a composer

* Currently as a senior, head drum major with an assistant who's a junior. I really just love drum major Patton let me have this

Band Director! Thomas

* 10/10 stressed

* It's his fifth year directing the school's band

* Honestly he loves the boys

* They're probably his most talented players

* HE JUST WISHES THEY STOPPED GIVING HIM HEART ATTACKS ON A DAILY BASIS

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[rosesisupposes]

Do It For Us

Sequel to Do It For Him

word count: 5,881

pairing: Royality, background Analogical

warnings: Some mentions of poverty, forced ending of friendships, Deceit Is A Bit Of A Dick, mention of arranged/forced marriage, but mostly Quite A Lot of Fluff

reader tags: @residentanchor​ @royally-anxious​ @bewarethegrammarpolice​ @jemthebookworm​ @arandompasserby​  @sparkly-rainbow-salt​ @astral-eclipse​​ @thelowlysatsuma​ @adorably-angsty​

And, of course, happy birthday month to Royality Queen @notveryglittery and a million thanks to my beta reader and platonic wife @mariniacipher

I had so much fun with the previous fluff, and then @xxxbladeangelxxx inspired me to give the sunshine gays a sequel <3

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Sun glinted and flashed over the metallic staccato of swords clashing against each other. Grunts of efforts mixed with heavy breathing, as two men squared off in the castle courtyard. One feinted to his right then brought his blade in a flashing arc to his left, but his opponent saw through the ruse and blocked easily before retaliating with a snake-like thrust, laying his blade on the other’s neck. The man knelt, acknowledging defeat.

“I yield.”

“A good match, Ian!”

The kneeling man smiled, shaking sweat-matted hair out of his eyes. “It’s kind of you to say, but we all know you’re just so gods-cursed fast, Sir Roman. All we can hope for is to hold our own.” The standing knight grinned, auburn hair only just barely dark at the edges from exertion. “That’s what training’s for, is it not? Learning how to beat me.”

Roman was stretching and chatting with other knights and soldiers in the training yard when he caught sight of a silent audience member to the early morning exercises.

He slipped over to the corner to greet his Prince, grabbing a damp towel on the way to wipe his face.

“Patton, dearest, what wakes you so early?”

The young heir to the throne grinned up impishly at the knight-captain of his guard. “A little birdie told me you practiced shirtless.”

None of his bravado and bluster was enough to prepare Roman for this. A blush immediately spread across his cheeks as his gaze dropped. He was the man primarily responsible for the kingdom’s heir, and he’d run his mother’s farm for years before beginning the rigorous knight training of the past decade and a half. Every inch of his body had been toned in service to the crown and the prince in front of him. And said prince was gazing besottedly at his muscled chest with a warmth that had nothing to do with lust. Or rather, almost nothing.

Pulling them both around the corner, out of view of the soldiers, Roman leaned down to kiss Patton softly. Patton smiled up into the kiss, feeling the heat of Roman’s continuing blush. He broke apart, letting the sensation linger, when suddenly he squeaked as Roman lifted him and spun him around.

“Who knew our sweet prince was so shallow?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

“Only my gaze is shallow: my love is deep,” the prince responded, giggling as he regained his footing. He kissed Roman’s cheek and delighted in the pink tinge that resumed there.

“Dear one, as much as I love to see you, I am starving. I’m on my way to the kitchens unless you need my protection now?”

Patton’s smile dropped for a moment before returning. “No, sweet. I would never keep you from your meals. I will be in my room.”

Growing up as a single child in a royal family meant a young Patton had to be rather creative when it came to making friends. An impressively strong sweet tooth combined with an ability to easily slip past his etiquette teacher led him to toddle down to the kitchens almost every other day. Puppy eyes earned him cookies from the maids and chefs unable to resist. It was after a successful mission, when he was sitting in his favorite alcove, munching on macarons, that he spotted another boy his age.

“Hey! Hello! Who are you?” he piped up happily, waving with his free hand. The other balanced his haul of violet cookies in his now-stained tunic.

The boy froze, eyes wide as he realized the comment had been indeed aimed at him.

“Me? ‘M no one.”

“Silly, no one is no one!” the little prince said cheerfully. “Do you wanna mac’ron?”

The boy approached shyly. “Yeah, that would be nice. They’re my fav’rite color too.”

Patton handed the dark-haired child one of the tiny sandwiches. Cautiously, the other bit into it.

“Oh! ‘S good!” he exclaimed, mouth full.

“What’s your name?”

“Um, Virgil. Virge.”

“I’m Patton! Hi!”

Virgil nearly dropped the remaining half of the cookie. “The prince?”

“Uh-huh! Here, do you want another?”

“I, uh, no, I can’t, they said I can’t talk to the prince or the king or the duke because I’m too little and shy, I don’t wanna be bad.”

“That’s silly,” the little prince said. He squinted at the other boy. He’d already decided that Virge was his new best friend - for the first time, an adult hand wasn’t immediately pulling him away from him. “Dada is very nice. An’ Lyle is silly. You won’t be bad for talking to them!”

Virgil swallowed, then ate more of the cookie. “You sure?”

“Of course!” Patton responded, beaming. “Do you wanna play with me?”

Every day, Virgil expected he’d see the last of the prince, that playing hide-and-seek with a scullery servant would lose its appeal. But instead, their friendship only grew as the years stretched on.

When they were ten, he’d snuck Patton out of the castle for the first time, checking behind him every second. But they’d made it into the city without detection. They’d played hopscotch with other children in the main square, helped a seamstress hold her fabric still, and found a mother cat giving birth to a litter of kittens. Not even discovering his allergy to the fluffy creatures had dampened the young royal’s spirits, and they’d snuck back into the castle high on success.

When they were fourteen, Patton had found Virgil hiding in the dark corner, trying to calm racing thoughts that wouldn’t shut up. Patton had held his hand, talking quietly, and gotten him to start listing what he could see and feel. Virgil had confessed that he’d never tried those strategies before. Patton had hugged him tight to make up for all the times he hadn’t been there.

Roman had put a shirt on, at last, to go find food after training. Following his nose, he spied jam tarts cooling on the counter and slipped into the kitchen through the back door. Cautiously, he went to take a treat, only to get his hand slapped by a mixing spoon. Virgil’s glare made him smile sheepishly.

“Just one?”

“If you want to explain to the full Noble’s Council why their pastry tray isn’t perfectly arranged, then yes, you may have ‘just one,’” the pastry chef complained. “You know we have regular food down here, too.”

Roman sighed dramatically. “But without pastries, how will I survive? How will I live? I beg of you, take pity on me!”

“Then beg,” Virgil responded flatly. Then he made the mistake of making eye contact with the knight and snorted, falling into true laughter. “I’m making regular jam cookies later, Ro. Come back in the afternoon, I’ll keep some on the side for you. These are just the nice ones, kay?”

Roman grinned. “This is why you’re the coulis-t person I know, Virge.”

Virgil groaned in response. “I never should have taught you proper pastry terms. Talyn has some sliced ham and rolls in the next room, go beg from them, alright? I need to finish decorating.”

The knight gave a small mock of a bow and obeyed.

He and Virgil hadn’t always been so friendly. As a young man arriving to the castle for knight training, he’d haunted the kitchens every waking moment. The idea of a full belly was still exciting to a boy whose farm had struggled with droughts for almost half his life. But his sister and her husband had taken over the farm, and he’d been picked out for his strength to become a fighter.

He’d spent his first month in the castle sneaking into the storerooms at every given opportunity, eating anything he thought he could get away with. The kitchen helper, who was about his age, perhaps a year younger, had caught him first in the middle of the day, despite the lunch rush, then in the dead of night. How had he even been awake?

Roman was self-conscious of his hunger, surrounded by all that wealth, and lashed out at the creepy cookie who kept turning up when he least expected it.

But then, one quiet afternoon, he’d been sure the kitchens would be entirely empty. It was the rest period, so surely the safest time for a quick snack. Walking cautiously, he’d rounded the corner, only to see Virgil, covered in flour and butter stains as he carefully plaited a pie crust into a sheaf of wheat. The serenity of his concentration, the clear ease that came with no kitchen madness around him, and his proud smile as he successfully sealed his pastry forced Roman to see him in a new light. He’d cautiously come forward and complimented a job well done. One would think he’d actually seen a field of wheat, once!

The other man had nearly jumped out of his skin at first, but had then calmed enough to wave off the compliment with a smile. They’d had an actual conversation for the first time ever, and hundreds more soon followed. A strange friendship, perhaps, one that was tested every time Virgil made homemade jam for a treat that Roman wasn’t allowed to eat, but a strong friendship all the same.

Roman often wished he was able to show his love for Patton more openly, so that he could introduce the prince to the friends he’d made in the castle.

As he got into uniform to begin an official day as Patton’s protector, Roman spared a sigh for an old friend he’d yet to find here in the capital city. Growing up in a small farming community on the furthest borders of the kingdom, Roman had known only his siblings and parents until a new family moved into the plot next door. Their house burst with children, but there was one boy his age, one who viewed his very energetic siblings with a world-weary eye, even at seven years old.  But Roman, the youngest by a huge age gap, was lonely, and jumped at even a stick-in-the-mud as a potential playmate.

Their parents saw Logan and Roman’s friendship as oil and water, yelling matches during chores, long arguments that stretched through the harvest. But their clashes only showed how well-matched they were, how their competition forced them both to improve. Logan brought home books from the headwoman’s private library and introduced Roman to classics and plays, if only so they could immediately argue about the proper interpretation. More than one winter’s night found them in one of the barns with Roman leaping around a makeshift stage in an effort to prove how dramas were meant to be seen, not read.

But then, Logan left. The headwoman knew how much his parents struggled through the droughts with so many mouths to feed, and saw Logan’s innate brilliance. She found an opportunity for him to receive room and board in the capital city itself, and he’d be able to receive the best education Solarya had to offer. It was everything he could have wanted - except, he couldn’t bring his friend. Roman couldn’t leave his farm, anyway - his older brother was serving in the army, his sister had married and moved, and there was no one else to help his parents.

“Lo, I promise, someday I’ll come join you! You’ll see!”

“Roman, while I hope you’re correct, do not make promises you may never be able to keep. It is enough to say that we will try to reunite one day.”

They were standing at the gate, waiting for the coach that would take Logan and his few worldly possessions away, when Roman impulsively hugged the other boy. “I’ll miss you, Logan.”

The eleven-year-old stiffened, then hesitantly hugged back. “I… will miss you as well, Roman.”

Logan hadn’t expected the capital to be so overwhelming. Obviously there would be more people, but why was it so loud? Did more people in one space mean everyone needed to shout all the time? Even inside the castle, there was ambient sound everywhere. He didn’t find his first moment of peace until he was shown to the library. And the quiet of the room couldn’t compare to the symphony of excitement in his brain. Who knew there were so many books? So much knowledge to be unlocked! He was about to dive in when the closing door behind him caught his attention.

“Hello there!” a cheerful voice said in a very energetic library whisper. “You must be Logan!”

Turning, he caught sight of a jovial-looking man in the robes of a Royal University scholar. Round glasses balanced atop a long nose above a huge smile. “I’m Dr. Picani, your tutor. Do you how do?”

Logan stared. This man was not at all what he’d pictured as the most-respected professor in the kingdom. And what was that last sentence? He recognized all the words, but not in that order.

“Uh, hello?” he murmured back. “Yes, I’m Logan. I… sorry, you’re my tutor?”

“You betcha!” the happy man replied. “Not yours alone, of course. We’ll be sharing our time with one other student, who should arrive any second. Let’s go to the study room, shall we?”

He led the way to a small room that contained even more books in addition to a huge slate hung on the wall and two tables with a handful of chairs. Logan sat, still a bit dazed.

Barely a moment had passed before a rap sounded on the door. Dr. Picani opened it to reveal a huge soldier with a no-nonsense expression. “Dr. Picani. His Highness for his lessons.”

The professor nodded, and the soldier stepped aside to reveal a boy a bit younger than Logan. He had clean golden curls and wore a silk tunic. Logan was immediately uncomfortable. Sharing a class with a noble? Who’d probably be much smarter and resentful of sharing a class with a less-educated commoner? He looked down at the wood grain of the table, swallowing disappointment with the reality of what had appeared to be all his dreams coming true.

“Hiya!” a voice cut through. “I’m Patton, what’s your name?”

“Uh, Logan,” he replied, looking up once more.

“Nice to meet you Logan! I’ve never seen you in the castle before, are you new?”

“Yes, I just moved to the city.” Logan decided to not mention where he’d come from - better not give this noble any more reason to look down on him, no matter how strangely friendly he appeared to be. “I presume you’ve lived here for many years?”

“Since I was born! Not that I remember it exactly. Or really anything until I was three. Maybe I only moved here then? No but Dad says we’ve always been here so that’s probably right…”

Logan stared at the other young man as he happily chattered away. Was this what all nobles were like? The few who’d ridden through his hometown had barely made eye contact, let alone talked to commoners like normal people.

“Your Highness, maybe we better start the lesson?” Dr. Picani interjected with a smile.

Logan’s eyes grew huge in his face as he stared at the boy next to him. The guard had said it too - was this really the Prince of Solarya? Yes, Logan knew the Prince was named Patton, but it had become a very popular name in short order since the royal family chose it. The heir to the entire kingdom was grinning bashfully up at their shared tutor, practically still bouncing in his seat with anticipation.

The capital city was bizarre. But seeing the eager smiles on both his tutor’s and the prince’s faces, Logan realized he was probably going to have to get used to it.

As he neared his eighteenth birthday, Prince Patton was pulled into a small audience with his father and the vizier. Both men were stern.

“Prince Patton, why have you been neglecting your deportment classes?”

Patton winced - he’d hoped they wouldn’t notice. “Actually, Father, I have been using that time to learn more about my future kingdom and subjects-”

“You mean you’ve been spending excess time with your servants,” Duke Lyle cut in. Patton fell quiet, seeing his father’s frown deepen.

“Patton, you’re the crown prince; one day, you’ll be king. Our entire country’s fate will be in your hands. But the throne is only as strong as the respect our people have for it. If the prince himself doesn’t exercise proper decorum, doesn’t maintain the acceptable boundaries between liege and vassal, then no one will. Order will disintegrate, and every noble house in our realm will be affected. Now that you are coming of age, you must end these distractions, before another day passes.”

“But Father-”

“No buts, Prince Patton. My decision is final. If you cannot treat those who serve us in the proper manner, and insist on treating them as peers, I will be forced to dismiss them entirely.”

Patton felt tears brimming at the edge of his eyes. He was to lose his friends, then, no matter what he did. At the very least, he would not cost them their livelihoods.

“Very well, Father. I will do as you ask.”

Duke Lyle watched, eyes glittering in victory, as Patton left his father’s study and slowly trudged up the tower steps to his room.

Patton’s birthday arrived, and he was officially presented to the realm as the now-adult heir, no longer just the son of the king but now the official Crown Prince and king-to-be. He performed his role in the pageantry well, smiling and appearing solemn in the appropriate moments. He greeted dignitaries who brought well-wishes, he listened to subjects’ petitions as they appealed to his father, and he did his best to follow the deliberations of his father’s council of advisors. But under his polite mask, he was miserable.

Without his friends, he was alone in a world filled with adults who expected him to carry himself with all the dignity of a royal, yet did not listen to a single suggestion he made. Without the ability to visit Logan in the library, or Virgil in the kitchens, Patton’s days started to blend into one another as he was sent from meeting to audience to meal to meeting.

He begged his father to at least let him visit the city. “I won’t forget my position, Your Majesty. But I wish to be visible to them, at least. Please?”

King Thomas weighed his son with his eyes, then relented. “You may, then. But you’ll need a guard with you at all times.”

Patton deflated the slightest bit. “I suppose that would be most proper, wouldn’t it. One of the castle guards, then?”

Duke Lyle piped up, “Your Majesty, now that the Prince is of age, he ought to have a personal contingent of guards, shouldn’t he?”

The king nodded. “Indeed. There are a number of promising knights who might perform the job quite well.”

Patton was able to even smile naturally at both men. Having to keep the common folk at arm’s length wasn’t ideal, but at least he’d be able to talk to them. And having a knight-guardian would mean he’d at least have companion, if not a friend.

“Your Royal Highness,” Duke Lyle spoke up. “It has come to my and His Majesty’s attention that your silver jubilee is approaching.”

“My what?”

“You turn 25 this year, son,” the king answered. “When I was your age, I had been married a year, and you, my first child, had been born. It is time we look into marriage for you.”

“Father, Duke Lyle, I hardly think such a thing is necessary, not when Father is in such good health-”

“This is not just for the purpose of heirs and lineage, your Highness,” the vizier said smoothly. “Through your marriage, we can make an alliance, or settle tensions with noble houses in our realm or our neighbors’.”

Patton twisted hands in his tunic, hoping neither man noticed. How could he bear to marry another, when Roman’s love was all he wanted or sought? But they’d never approve, or allow such a thing.

“For instance,” the duke continued, his tone one of careful detachment, “the great house of Sanders has a son about your age. His parents are actively searching for an eligible match for him. And of course, they would never want to match him with someone entirely outside his preferences, just as we never would for you, Prince.”

“There are also some younger sons in neighboring kingdoms who could potentially make for a good alliance, but securing the support of House Sanders would be my preference,” the king added.

“I, uh, I thank you, your Majesty, your Grace. May I be excused to think on these options?”

“Of course, son. We will resume at another time.”

Patton walked outside quickly. Pushing through the door into the hall, he came face-to-face with Roman, who was smiling at him with that same gorgeous light in his eyes that always set the butterflies in his stomach a-flutter. But now the butterflies were sluggish and frail, disintegrating into a nauseating goo.

“Roman, can you come to my room? We need to talk,” Patton said. His normal smile quivered as he looked around the hall for observers.

“Of course, dearheart,” Roman said warmly, leading the way. He was so graceful in all his movements that Patton’s heart burned just to watch him walk away.

“Roman, my rose, it’s my father, and the vizier. They… want me to marry. A political marriage. One who just so happens to be Duke Lyle’s nephew. The young Baron Remington of House Sanders.”

Roman stiffened, then smiled sadly. “We knew it would come to this, did we not? We dared to love, knowing the impropriety of it, but we dared all the same. Sunshine, I would never interfere with your duty. I will always guard you, with my heart and my life, but if you must needs marry this noble, I will not stand in the way.”

“You wouldn’t resent it?”

“Would I pine and sorrow for my misfortune?” Roman asked, kissing Patton’s hand softly, then holding it against his own cheek. “Of course I will. I’ll curse my ill luck in being born common, cry fie upon the stars for separating us by our lineage. But I could never resent you, dearheart. Nor can I regret having the chance to have known you and loved you these past six years, not when I treasure each adoring glance and each kiss as dearly as I treasure my life. I only ask that you allow me to remain your vassal and guard, to hold you safe when I cannot hold you close.” Patton melted, hearing Roman’s rich, caramel-sweet voice speak such tender words of devotion. He leaned in to kiss the knight’s affectionate words while they lingered on his lips, and in that moment made a decision.

“Roman, I am to be king, am I not?”

“You’re already the king of my affections, but yes, you will be king of Solarya too, in time.”

“And the king’s rule of Solarya is absolute.”

“As it has been since the Sun herself named the first monarch, yes.”

Patton nodded. “If I’m to be the absolute ruler in the future, I can’t let anyone push me around with edicts that go against my heart and conscience.”

Roman caressed his prince’s cheek with a quizzical expression. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I won’t be coerced into marrying for politics when it necessitates a revolt against my affections. I will refuse to marry Baron Sanders.”

Roman felt his heart galloping in his chest as he met Patton’s shining, determined eyes.

“Patton, do you mean…?”

“Yes, my dear knight. Please, if you’ll have me…” He sank to one knee in front of Roman, keeping their hands clasped. “Sir Roman, will you marry me?”

Roman felt tears leaking out the edge of his eyes as he smiled so wide that his cheeks started to ache. “I will follow you to the ends of the earth, Prince Patton. I have been and always will be yours. Yes, I will marry you, dearest sweet.”

Patton found he was tearing up as well Roman pulled him up to stand with him. Brushing his cheek with light fingers, Patton kissed his now-fiancé thoroughly. As the kiss suddenly turned salty from spilled tears, both men started to giggle. Roman felt his breath catch in his chest, watching the afternoon sun catch Patton’s curls as he threw his head back to laugh. The knight pulled his prince back to him, tasting the sound of laughter on his love’s lips.

“Father. I am not going to marry the Baron. I will be marrying my guard, Sir Roman.” The king stared in shock as his son continued, doors still hanging open from him barging into the king’s private study. “I will be also inviting my old friends from within the castle to our wedding. You may rule as you wish while you continue on the throne, but my reign will not be so divided between classes.”

The vizier, in his customary place by the king’s side, found his voice. “Your Highness, this is all highly-”

“‘Highly improper’? Yes, your Grace, I’m sure it is. And I plan to do it all the same.”

“Your Majesty, you must intercede-”

King Thomas turned to face his chief advisor. “Lyle, you know I value your judgment and advice, but it’s true. Patton will determine his own ruling style. I won’t undermine it, through marriage or otherwise.”

The duke tried once more. “Perhaps, then, a small, private ceremony within the castle?”

“No, your Grace. I am not ashamed of my fiancé nor his status. It will be a full state wedding.”

And it was.

The day dawned bright and sparkling. Keepers of the royal dovecote prepared the white feathery creatures for the grand finale. Footmen laid yards and yards of carpet along the aisle and lined up the benches and chairs of the interior ceremony, while even more footmen and maids displayed bouquets down and out of the public audience doors where the rest of the crowd would watch.

In the office that had been taken over as the central location for the wedding planning, Patton knelt to be on eye level with his floral consultant. “Is everything in order?”

“Yup!” Val responded with a grin the displayed a missing front tooth.

“Even the crowns?”

“You don’t get to see them yet!” she responded, sticking out her tongue. “No peeking!”

Patton grinned and kissed her hand. “I’ll leave them in your capable hands then!” Standing, he exchanged a quick hug and kiss on the cheek with Teresa. He’d commissioned them to arrange every single flower for their celebration, with the full power of the royal treasury behind them. Looking around this room, still filled to bursting with lovely blooms and wreathed in a rich bouquet of scents, he knew he’d made the right choice.

He left and went through the kitchens.

There was Virgil, head pastry chef, forehead creased in concentration as he directed the last details of the grand wedding cake, as a helper delicately placed a sugar-spun rose on the top. The chef turned and caught the eye of the prince with a shy grin. Patton mirrored it and flung himself forward to hug the man.

“Thank you for forgiving me, Virgil.”

“Hey, it was royal duty and all that, right? Knowing you wanted us back, and to be part of your wedding - how could I say no? Even if it is to that lunkhead of a knight.”

“Excuse you!” Roman said, entering with an offended gasp.

Virgil smirked and hugged Roman as well. “Oh good, I didn’t want to talk about you behind your back. Always better to call you a simpleton to your face.”

Roman grinned. “I’d expect nothing more from my favorite marzi-pain. You’re going to be free for the ceremony, right?” He slipped his hand into Patton’s, still getting a tingle of excitement from being so open in front of others.

“Yes, I’m just finishing up here. Is L-, uh, is Logan getting pulled away from his books too?”

“We twisted his arm, or rather, Patton asked very kindly and possibly offered to increase the library budget. So yes.”

“Why, is there a reason you’d perhaps like our resident scholar to be present?” Patton asked in his blandest-possible court voice.

Virgil ducked his head in response and said nothing, but Roman and Patton made eye contact as they both noticed the tiny smile playing across their friend’s lips.

A servant popped his head through the kitchen door. “Your Highness! And Knight-Captain! Thank goodness. We’re getting close to the ceremony, we need to get you both ready!”

The fiancés squeezed their linked hands once more before following the servant out, waving to Virgil as they left.

Royal fanfare sounded as a string quartet began to play processional music. King Thomas stood at the altar as  Duke Lyle attempted to conceal his glower in his place at the king’s elbow. They looked with the rest of the audience as people from the city, the guard, and the castle turned in their seats. Two aisles curved on either side of the seating area.

As gentle tones played, young women strode down the carpeted aisles, sprinkling flower petals. One wore light pink and purple under a blonde updo, and the other in blue and white under a matching hairdo in light brunette. Patton and Roman emerged in their wake from separate entrances. Virgil and Logan, in matching slate-grey suits, accompanied each fiancé as they paced deliberately down the aisle. Roman wore a custom dress uniform, a beautiful work in red and white, accented with gold filigree. The seal of the ancient House of Solarya had been reworked into his own flattering colors. His auburn hair was perfectly curled and shone in the sunlight. But it was nothing compared to the blaze of his smile as he neared his beloved Prince.

Patton gripped Virgil’s elbow tight as he strove to keep his steps in time with the music. The prince had kept the pomp of his station for the ceremony itself, but when it came to his own person, his modesty shone through. He did not wear the silken doublet and hose of the royal family, nor the yards-long cloak. He had chosen to leave off even a modest tiara or circlet to show his rank. Instead, he dressed in the finery of his citizens: tailored long jacket and long pants in his signature light blue. In his lapel, a rose as red as cherries in summer was affixed proudly, mirroring the lovely sprig of hydrangea pinned to Roman’s sash.

At last, both journeys down the aisle were complete, as Roman and Patton came face-to-face at the aisle. Taking his hands, Patton smiled so wide his face was practically split in two. The musicians finished on a last sweet note as King Thomas stood forward to officiate.

“Ladies, lords, nonbinary nobility, and all our treasured friends of Solarya,” he spoke, his strong voice projecting out the open public doors to the waiting public beyond. “Thank you, one and all, for joining us on a day of such bliss for our family. Our son and heir, Prince Patton, means today to wed Sir Roman, Knight-Captain of the Castle Guard. We are beyond proud of our son, and bless this union wholeheartedly. They have prepared their own vows.” The king stepped back, bowing their head. Virgil, far too close to the current head of the nation for his comfort, was startled to spot the king wiping away a single happy tear that coursed down the royal cheek.

“Dearest Patton,” Roman began, clearing his throat. “Whether near or far, I am always yours. I was content to be your guardian from all the world. Now, I pledge to be your champion, protecting your person, your throne, and your heart. I will tell you each morning those qualities of yours that I’ve fallen in love with, and I will never run dry as I fall in love more each day. From now until forever, dear sweet. I love you.”

Logan watched his childhood friend glowing with adoration and found his normal distaste with sentiment had entirely vanished. Or perhaps it had curled up in his throat and was the reason he now felt almost close to tears. He surreptitiously sneaked a glance as his fellow groomsman and saw Virgil’s shining eyes grow soft in his face as he watched the gentle kiss Roman planted on his beloved’s hand.

Patton carefully wiped an eye underneath his glasses and took his turn to speak. “My precious Roman. I feel as if I have loved you for a thousand years, and yet I know I will love you for at least a thousand more. Glorious knight, your courage takes my breath away, and your ideals alight a fire in my mind and heart. I pledge to never again be your liege, but your partner, equal in every sense. You will be no royal consort, but my king as I will be yours. From now until forever: I love you.”

At the prince’s pronouncement, Virgil watched Roman’s eyes widen. He risked a look behind to see a similar level of shock in the king’s eyes, and something that looked like speechless indignation in the Duke’s. It seemed Patton hadn’t told any besides his best men of his plan to elevate Roman to full royal status, including his husband-to-be.

But Roman recovered as Patton elegantly bowed to kiss his hand in return, and Teresa, glorious in a coppery gown, stepped forward with a mahogany box. Virgil and Logan walked to meet her as she flipped open the top, revealing two flower crowns nestled in a velvet bed. Tiny red roses and individual blue hydrangea flowerheads created two circlets as the best men removed them and set them upon the grooms’ heads. Long silken ribbons in gold connected the two crowns to each other, allowing room for Roman and Patton to turned to face the crowd. As the audience caught sight, there was a gasp followed by a roar of approval and joy. The binding crowns, as they were called, were part of the age-old Solaryan commoner marriage ceremony. Only the most progressive or least-connected noble houses had adopted the tradition that almost every other citizen of the country practiced. But now the citizens of Solarya watched as their crown prince stood with his husband in the finery they themselves had worn on their wedding days. And the delicate crowns sat where soon would lie the two crowns of their future kings.

King Thomas was barely able to speak through his delighted tears, but managed to squeak out: “Husband and husband!”

Roman took the opportunity to dip his love deep and kiss the prince in full view of the entire kingdom as white doves took flight and celebratory bells began to peal, bright and loud. They’d done it, in spite of all. They’d defied, class, norms, and propriety to declare and affirm their love to all who cared to see. A new age of Solarya dawned on the horizon, as bright as their patron Sun and just as warm.

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