#logince fan fiction

[shsl-fander]

Freckles On Your Back- Logince

Pairing: Logan/Roman

Word Count: 890

Summary: Roman's always creatively inspired by all the freckles scattered on Logan's back, so Logan lets him draw on them.

@spacedouterri @autisticlogankin @lavenderfoxboy

Roman blinked, finding himself staring at Logan from the bed as Logan gazed at himself in the mirror. He watched the other fiddle with his shirt buttons and Roman couldn't help but swoon, admiring his boyfriend.

Logan gently slipped off his button up, hanging his tie up on a rack, his eyes flickered toward the bed, where Roman sat, eyes glued to him.

Logan sighed, "Roman, you're staring at me."

Roman scoffed, "I would never do such things, nerd!" he insists, crossing his arms. "Can't a prince just look in the general direction of his gorgeous boyfriend taking his shirt off?" he cooed, leaning forward ever so slightly.

Logan rolled his eyes, snickering softly, "You're impossible," he mumbled, gently folding his button up before placing it down. "I don't understand the point in just staring at my back," he comments.

Roman felt a light smile tug at the corners of his lips, "Because you have a bunch of freckles on your back," he began, pink blush highlighting his cheeks,"And as an artist I can't help but imagine drawing something on them, connecting them. Or making little constellations, little nerd constellations."

He plopped himself up, pouncing off the bed and walking towards Logan before he snaked his arms around his waist. Roman rested his chin on Logan's shoulder, grinning wide. "You've got some on your face too, and chest," he hums, pointing towards the freckles scattered on Logan's nose.

Logan felt his face warm, especially as Roman's arms rested around his waist. His glasses began to fog, and he stammered. "You said you wanted to draw on me?" he repeats,"Why?"

Roman placed a gentle kiss onto Logan's cheek, smiling against his skin,"Like I said before, Specs! I'm an artist!" he declares,"I can't control my creative flow, it just happens! Its magical, and seeing all your freckles makes me want to draw on your back."

Logan bit his tounge, attempting to hold back the beaming smile threatening to peak out. Roman was right of course, Logan didn't understand Roman's creative urges but that didn't mean they weren't extremely endearing, because they were. Logan could learn so much from Roman, given how different he was to him, it was fascinating.

"Would you like to?" Logan offers, "As long as you use a skin safe pen I do not mind endulging in your wants."

Roman's face lit up, eyes glimmering with joy, "Oh my stars seriously?!" he exclaimed eagerly. "Oh my gosh peck Nerd, you're actually the best person EVER!" he yelped, running towards his art supplies in search for a skin safe pen.

"Aha!" Roman chirped, pulling a thin black pen out from it's box. He spun around on the balls of his feet, snickering, "Lay down Specs, I'm not gonna just draw on you while you're standing."

Logan couldn't help but chuckle softly, "My apologise Roman, I didn't know the proper procedure in drawing on my back," he teases. He laid down on his stomach, relaxing his muscles when Roman climbed next to him.

Roman hummed contently, sketching little drawings along Logan's skin before he began to connect each dot together. "Hey Lo this is actually kinda right up your alley," he comments.

Logan quirked his lips, raising an eyebrow, "How so?"he asks as he felt roman place his hand near his shoulder.

"They look like constellations! You love Space!" Roman replies cheerfully with a scoff, "Obviously!Use that brain of yours, geek."

Logan spluttered into laughter, shaking his head. "Darling, am I a geek or a nerd? You need to make a decision," he scolds lightly.

Roman waved him off, "I'll make a decision later! I'm focusing," he says dismissively, scrunching up his nose and biting his lip. Roman gently ran his hands along Logan's back,"You're so pretty Logan," he muttered.

Logan stammered, a flustered expression spread across his face. He spun his head in an attempt to face Roman but in his current position it was nearly impossible. "You can't even see my face right now," he countered.

"You're still beautiful though, Specs," Roman cooes as he continued to run the pen along his freckles. "I love you, I love having you be my muse!"

Logan couldn't help but smile, his lips quickly twitching upwards. "I love you too Roman, and I'll happily be your muse. Though I don't quite understand it," he admits. Logan paused, "May I turn around now?"

Roman hummed,"Mmm yeah I guess, I think I'm done," he supposed, propping himself up to move from on top of Logan, but he felt Logan grab onto his wrist.

"No, stay there," Logan says, flipping himself over so he properly face Roman, putting them into the position where Roman had Logan pinned down underneath him.

Logan leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to Roman's lips, feeling their warm plump give that he loved. He felt himself push down into the sheets beneath them as Roman deepened the kiss, sliding Logan's bottom lip between his own.

Roman softly carded his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, smiling into the kiss. He reluctantly pulled away, his throat burning for air. He burried his face into the crook of Logan's neck, relaxing as Logan's arms winded around him. "You're the best muse I've ever had."

"I highly doubt that, but thank you Dear."

#sanders sides #roman sanders #logince #logan sanders #ts logan #ts roman #tssides #logince fan fiction #logince fanfic #ts logince

[loganofthenorth]

A Snake By Any Other Name…

(A Sanders Sides High School AU)

Ships: Logince (they are dating at the start of the story), Loceit (slow burn, they date after Logince split up), Prinxiety (friends to lovers, they date after Logince split up), intruality (secret relationship, already together at the start of the story)

Just to clarify: This isn’t unsympathetic Roman. He’ll start out as forceful but he gets character development. This also isn’t unsympathetic Janus. Part of his motives are to spite Roman, but he also genuinely cares about Logan’s well being.

Warning: This story will likely contain swearing, Roman being overly controlling/overprotective at first but he’ll get character development, and sexual themes. I’ll try to put more specific warnings for each chapter.

Edit: I’m going to write this on AO3 instead of Tumblr, just to make things easier and so that all my followers aren’t just flooded with a long post. Also I saved a draft for a chapter I was working on and edited it to write the chapter but then lost the whole thing when I saved it without knowing my internet cut out. (Let this be a lesson to write stuff in a document instead of just writing directly on Tumblr 😅)

Description: Logan Croft wasn’t planning on acting in the Drama Club’s production of Romeo and Juliet. While he’s a fan of Shakespeare’a poems, he’s never been one for theatre. The only reason he’s in the Drama Club to begin with is because his boyfriend, Roman Gomez, insisted on him being there. He was supposed to be the tech guy, that was the deal at least, but when Roman discovered that the play was a gay rewrite of Romeo and Juliet, he insisted Logan audition to play the Juliet to his Romeo.

Much to Roman’s dismay, however, Janus Viper, his arch nemesis, is the Drama Club’s director. Surprisingly, Logan does get the role of Juliet, but the role of Romeo goes to Janus himself. Will Logan be able to navigate the difficult situation he has found himself in?

Chapter 1: Auditions

“Roman, I thought we agreed that I would only be joining the Drama Club as the ‘tech guy’ as you call it.” Logan sighed as they entered the cafeteria, where their friend Patton was waiting for them. “But they’re doing Romeo and Juliet! Or, as it’s now called, Romeo and Johnathon! I could be Romeo, and you could be Johnathon! It would be perfect!” Roman cheered as they sat down.

“Hey guys! What’s going on?” Patton asked, seeming as chipper as he always was. He was used to his friends bickering, though it was a bit tiring. He honestly wasn’t sure why they were dating, but he tried his best to be supportive.

“Patton, my friend, would you please tell Logan how great it would be if we were to play as lovers in the greatest love story known to man?” Roman scoffed. “Patton, could you remind Roman that I agreed to sign up for Drama Club on the condition that I wouldn’t have to perform?” Logan retorted. “Okay guys, calm down.” Patton told them softly. “I am calm.” Both Roman, who raised his voice slightly as he said it, and Logan, who said it more matter of factly, informed Patton in unison.

Patton took a deep breath before turning his attention to Roman. “Roman, if Logan is uncomfortable with it, you can’t force him to audition.” He began, causing Roman to pout. “Well, yeah… I know that. I just thought it would be something we could do together… He doesn’t have to, obviously.” Roman explained. “Thank you, Patton.” Logan stated.

“And Logan, this does seem to be really important to Roman. Now that he’s calmed down, maybe you could explain why you’re uncomfortable, so that he knows this isn’t a rejection to him, just to performing?” Patton suggested. “I suppose that sounds fair… I’m uncomfortable with the idea of performing as a character. I have trouble suspending my disbelief enough to enjoy a play, therefore it would be difficult for me to play a character, even if I am actually dating the love interest.” Logan explained.

“That… makes sense.” Roman admitted. “But will that make you uncomfortable? If I end up playing Romeo, and you have to watch me kiss some other guy and remind yourself that it’s not real?” Roman asked nervously. “I… I’ll know that you are simply following instructions.” Logan assured him hesitantly. “Are you sure?” Roman questioned, noticing that Logan seemed uncomfortable with the idea.

“Hmm… I suppose that would be difficult, but I don’t want to prevent you from doing something you enjoy… but I’d also be uncomfortable playing a character, and kissing you in front of so many people.” Logan admitted. “How about this. We audition, if you don’t get the part, we both drop out of the play and I’ll just work on back stage while you work on tech.” Roman suggested.

“And if you don’t get Romeo?” Logan asked. “Then you can drop out and go back to being the tech guy. Besides, I highly doubt I won’t be Romeo. Even with Janus as the director, I’m the best actor there. He has to cast me as the lead.” Roman assured him. “And you don’t have to even try that hard, all I ask is that you audition. If you’re uncomfortable, they won’t cast you. No worries.” Roman quickly added.

“Alright, that does sound fair.” Logan agreed. “Splendid! Oh, Patton! You should audition as the Nurse! Then you’ll be able to support Logan if he does get the role!” Roman decided. “That sound’s like a great idea!” Patton cheered. “Wonderful! We can meet in the Auditorium on Wednesday!” Roman exclaimed, relieved that everything seemed to have worked out.

***

“Alright everyone, quiet back stage. Auditions are about to begin.” Janus announced. He was sitting in the front row of the school’s auditorium, waiting for the chatter back stage to come to an end. “First, auditions for Romeo. Will Farris Becker please come to the stage?” Janus called.

After watching two auditions, Janus waved a hand to dismiss the auditioning actor. “Thank you, the cast will be posted on the Auditorium doors on Friday.” Janus informed him. He then put his feat up on the seat beside him as the actor left the stage, checking his list of people auditioning. “Roman Gomez.” He called, a smirk on his lips as he did.

Roman strutted onto the stage, confident as usual. Janus chuckled as he brought his legs down, sat up straight, and gave Roman his full attention. “Hello, Roman.” He greeted. “Janus.” Roman returned in a bitter tone. “Any day now.” Janus sighed, gesturing for Roman to begin his audition. Roman nodded, clearing his throat before delivering the lines.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?” Roman began, the lines already memorized as he gazed at the lights above, as if gazing to Johnathon’s window. “It is the east, and Johnathon is the sun.” Roman sang, gracefully raising a hand to the imaginary window. “Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off.” Roman continued, waving his hand aggressively to the side, as if to cut off the moon’s envious light.

“It is my lord, O, it is my love!” He then declared, his expression gentle as he reached again towards the ‘window’. “O, that he knew he were! He speaks yet he says nothing: what of that? His eye discourses; I will answer it.” Roman continued before placing a hand on his chest, his expression one of admiration. “I am too bold, 'tis not to me he speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat his eyes, to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if his eyes were there, they in his head? The brightness of his cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; his eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how he leans his cheek upon his hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!” Roman concluded.

“Thank you, Roman. The cast will be-” Janus began. “Yes yes, I know.” Roman dismissed with a cocky smile. He walked off the stage, leaving Janus to roll his eyes. “Oh Roman, I don’t think you know much at all.” Janus mused, his smirk growing as he read the list of people auditioning for Johnathon. “Next, auditions for Johnathon. Will Logan Croft please come to the stage?” Janus called.

Meanwhile, Roman and Logan stood back stage. Roman had just returned, and he smiled brightly as he held Logan’s hand. “Break a leg.” He whispered, kissing Logan’s cheek. “I would hope not.” Logan murmured. “It’s an expression, Starlight. It means good luck.” Roman laughed softly. “Oh.” Logan replied as Janus called his name again. “Go on!” Roman urged, gently pushing Logan towards the stage.

Logan took a deep breath, then walked over to the stage’s centre. He blinked, his eyes sensitive to the lights. “Logan Croft, I didn’t expect to see you auditioning.” Janus mused, though it was a lie. He knew Roman would convince Logan to do so. It was all going as he had planned.

“Yes, well… Roman wished to audition together.” Logan explained. “I figured. Whenever you’re ready.” Janus then prompted. Logan nodded and cleared his throat. Having also memorized his lines, he began his monologue without the script’s assistance.

“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!” Logan began, his fingers starting at his temples before popping way to display frustration. Janus was instantly taken aback. He had expected Roman to have Logan perform Juliet’s, or in this case, Johnathon’s more famous monologue, the one where he confesses his feelings for Romeo, struggles over first love, yadda yadda yadda. Instead, Logan seemed to have chosen this one… One where Johnathon is angry with Romeo, but is conflicted between his love for him and his anger at Romeo’s actions.

Janus couldn’t help but feel intrigued.

“Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?” Logan continued, pacing around the stage as if irritated. “Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show!” Logan shouted, arms angrily tossed into the air as he paced. “Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,” Logan scoffed, pausing to laugh and wave a hand dismissively into the air.

“A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, when thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend in moral paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!” Logan concluded, taking a deep breath to ease his nerves after he had finished.

Janus watched Logan with great interest as he applauded, the sound startling Logan. “Well done, Logan. I’m surprised, who knew you were so talented?” Janus remarked. It sounded like mocking, mainly because such a tone was a force of habit for Janus. However, the compliment was genuine. “Casting will be posted on the auditorium doors on Friday.” Janus then informed him. “Thank you.” Logan replied, giving Janus a respectful nod before walking off the stage. “Not a problem. Not a problem in the slightest.” Janus mused quietly as he watched Logan leave.

“You did amazing!” Roman cheered. “Did I?” Logan asked, genuinely asking. He just did the performance to the best of his ability. It really wasn’t much of a difference to him whether he did well or not. “Yes! I’m sure we have this in the bag!” Roman cheered. “Is that another expression?” Logan questioned. “Yes. It means we’ll surely succeed.” Roman answered, chuckling as he held Logan’s hand and brought him out of the auditorium.

***

“Hey Jannie! How did auditions go?” Remus asked as Janus walked with him to class. “Better than I had even hoped. Logan was there, just as I had predicted, and you’ll never believe it, but he did terrifically.” Janus admitted happily. “Really? I thought he was gonna be stiff as a plank.” Remus replied. “I thought the same. It seems Logan Croft is full of surprises.” Janus mused.

“You sure you’re not just biased cause you want to fuck him?” Remus teased. “Shut it!” Janus hissed, glaring at his friend. “What? Afraid someone’s going to hear? Who cares.” Remus taunted. “If he finds out I… like him… He’s going to reject me before he’s even gotten to know me, all because he’s loyal to Roman.” Janus explained, rolling his eyes.

“I doubt they even like each other that much. Everyone in school knows they fight constantly, hell, they’re more like brothers than you and Roman are. Sure, they’re inseparable, but boy do they have at it when they disagree on something.” Janus ranted. “Yeah, Patty gets pretty tired from helping them sort things out.” Remus confirmed. “But if Logan gets to know me, without Roman there to cause a bias, then I may get a chance. Practicing lines with him will be the perfect opportunity.” Janus concluded.

“Oh so that’s the reason for your big plan. To be honest, I thought you just wanted an excuse to kiss him.” Remus snickered. “That’s just a perk.” Janus admitted, blushing slightly and waving his hand dismissively. “It will certainly be thrilling to practice with him… I really meant it when I said he did well.” Janus sighed fondly. “We get it, you’re a goner for the nerd.” Remus mocked. “You’re one to talk. How’s kissing your boyfriend in the janitor’s closet so your brother doesn’t find out going for you?” Janus countered.

“Okay, okay, listen.” Remus began, stopping in his tracks and pointing a warning finger at Janus. “I’m listening.” Janus stated, smirking as he stopped and turned to face Remus. “Patty and I will tell him… We’re just waiting for the right time.” Remus insisted. “Sure. You’re totally not avoiding it out of fear that he’ll try to break the two of you up.” Janus teased, causing Remus to glare at him.

“Shut up.” Remus complained, causing Janus to chuckle as they continued walking to class. “You’ve had a crush on Patton since Kindergarten. Even someone as idiotic as Roman is going to eventually realize you’ve been avoiding talking about Patton lately.” Janus pointed out. “This conversation isn’t about me.” Remus huffed. “It is now.” Janus mused. “No, it isn’t.” Remus stated before clearing his throat.

“So, you’re gonna cast yourself as Romeo and Logan as ‘Johnathon’ or whatever. What are you going to do if Logan just backs out of acting?” Remus questioned. “If I can’t find a way to convince him without making him uncomfortable or making Roman get too aggressive, I’ll simply warn him that auditioning for a role he doesn’t even want will get him removed from Drama Club for wasting my time. That’s what I’d do with anyone else who did the same thing. Roman will want his precious boyfriend around, so he’ll convince Logan for me.” Janus plotted.

“See, this is why we’re friends. You, good sir, are an evil genius.” Remus declared. “Now now, Remus. We don’t use the E word around here.” Janus told Remus before laughing softly. “But yes, being an intellectual certainly has its perks.” Janus then agreed.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #loceit #logince #intruality #prinxiety #loceit fanfic #high school au #sanders sides au #ts sides #tss #sanders sides fan fiction #sanders sides fanfic

[instantromannoodles]

Sanders Sides Fan Fiction Challenge

So I'm doing a challange where I'm writing a fic for (almost) every Sanders Sides ship I say almost becuase I don't wanna do Moxiety no shade to those who like it I just can't get into it, but instead of Moxiety I will write Remile (Even though they are not Sides I just couldn't leave it at 13 ships because that made me anxious)

So here's where I'll put what I have written or maybe even what I'm working on

There is my AO3

Ships that are done

Logince (Roman/Logan)

Ships with fics currently being worked on

Remile (Remy/Emile)

Analogical (Virgil/Logan)

Dukexiety (Virgil/Remus)

Royality (Roman/Patton)

Loceit (Janus/Logan)

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remy/sleep #dr emile picani #sander sides #sanders sides fanfiction challange #sanders sides fanfiction #logince #intrulogical #analogical #loceit #logicality #moceit #royality #intruality #dukexiety #dukeceit #roceit #anxceit #prinxeity #remile

[transfemlogan]

For the ship bingo, how about dukeceit and logince?

:3!!

DEMUS I ANSWERED THIS ON INSTAGRAM!

i only like platonic demus. Theyre VERY found family & i rlly like it (which is why i cant view it romantically. I think they find comfort in each other but adding romance kind of. Ruins that comfort 4 me. I think if they were romantically 2gether itd b more out of "no one else is here" & feeling like they have 2 date)

I DEF GET THE APPEAL, but romantic demus is NOT 4 me.

It's like intrulogical w/o the tension (<- this is based on something i answered abt intrulogical). They've probably been forced together since they were children & choose to become a family out of spite. Like a "you tried to push us out, so we found love within each other instead" thats the most cringey sentence ive ever said

Theyre best friends ! Theyre a fucking FAMILY !!!!

I said everything between them is platonic, but i do love romantic logince. I think they need each other like. DESPERATELY. I REALLY hope they find each other thru Roman's upcoming (hopefully) arc & then thru Logan's arc.

A lot of fanon is making them out 2 hate each other or like. "Secretly they love each other" & i don't really think it's either of those? They definitely don't hate each other, but I also don't think they love each other (at least not yeat. I dont think they CAN right now). I think it's a like... looking up to one another. In the crofters musical, Roman says "but hes so cool" in regards 2 Logan & there's been a few times where Logan's been surprised w/ Roman & I do think Logan's jealous of his relationship w/ Thomas. Bcuz Thomas ended up going "Roman's route" of life, he's an actor and a youtuber and a singer & it's nothing Logan wanted.

They both feel like theyre fighting w/ each other when they NEED to be WORKING TOGETHER !!!

I love logince SOOO much it was the 1st ship of my 1st ever fan fiction. I need them 2 b friends so so bad :(

#ask #HAI AMI #i know 2 am(e/i)s /silly

[notveryglittery]

birthday prince (2)

summary: roman had no idea it was possible to die from too much love but logan sure is trying. words: 2,000 / ship: logince (logan/roman) author’s note: this is part two of my Giving The Gay Anything He Wants series for roman’s birthday (june 4)! all ships are written implied romantic but i’m not stopping you from interpreting it otherwise. check the end notes on ao3 for credit on these gifts (bc i don’t know where to put them in this post)! i hope you enjoy!!

part 1 (roceit) | part 2 (logince) | part 3 (prinxiety)  part 4 (royality) | part 5 (dlampts) read on ao3

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Roman woke to the smell of bacon. And eggs. And hash browns. … Cinnamon rolls too, maybe? He groaned, rolling over onto his back. Kicking his legs up, he used the following momentum to swing himself into a sitting position. There was a little bit of vertigo at moving so quickly, but this was how he always got himself out of bed since it usually provided him a sudden surge of energy. He squinted, looking towards the door, and trying to decide how badly he actually wanted to get out of bed in order to have breakfast. On the one hand, it all smelled absolutely mouthwatering. On the other hand, he was very warm and comfortable.

Three precise knocks made the decision for him.

"Roman, are you awake?"

At the sound of Logan's voice, a smile lit up Roman's face. "Yes! Come in!"

The scents of all the tempting foods were much stronger now and, as Logan entered carrying a tray in one hand, it became clear as to why. Logan was still wearing an apron and there was a smidge of flour on his forehead. He moved carefully so as not to spill or drop anything. Roman hoped the mug was filled with coffee made with too much cream and sugar. Before he could offer any help, Logan gestured at him to sit back; in the same moment, he flipped the legs of the tray open. Once Roman was settled, Logan set the stand down over his lap. His nose had been right in picking out eggs, bacon, and hash browns. There was a small bowl of fruit (with green grapes, his favorite!) and yes, the coffee was the exact color as he liked it.

"There are cinnamon rolls baking still," Logan said, sitting down on the mattress and reaching forward to brush Roman's hair back from his eyes. His smile was so soft and fond, Roman thought he might melt if it were directed at him for too much longer. "Did you sleep well?"

Catching Logan's hand before he could pull away completely, Roman pressed a kiss to the bottom of his palm. "I did, thank you. So, what's this for, then?"

Logan shook his head, as if he didn't understand the question. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. Eat. I'll return momentarily."

He was up and gone by the time Roman remembered that his birthday was later that week. He laughed a little, burying his face in his hands. The food was delectable, all of it still hot and fresh. Somehow, the coffee was even better than usual; perhaps because it had been made and served by someone he cared for so dearly. He scrolled through social media as he ate, feeling happy and relaxed. It was an exceedingly nice way to start his morning, especially knowing that he had plenty of things to deal with later on.

True to his word, Logan was back in roughly twenty minutes. He had a plate and two glasses of milk. He seemed satisfied that Roman had finished all his food and, with a snap of his fingers, removed the breakfast tray. He left his things on the bedside table and pulled a notebook from thin air. Roman recognized it as one of his many planners. He sat down again, posture slightly stiff, but Roman could tell it was because he was resisting joining Roman in bed. He wondered how he could convince him…

Flipping through the pages, Logan adjusted his glasses before beginning. “As far as I’m aware, the tasks you had scheduled for today were the following: selecting the name and song for Shoutout Sunday, washing the linens, preparing April’s shorts for compiling, and… corralling Remy to ensure Thomas sleeps well tonight.”

Roman snorted at Logan’s choice of words. “That’s all of it. Thank you for breakfast, darling. I’ve got plenty of energy to get started now!”

Logan tutted and held up a hand to stop Roman from getting up any further. “It is taken care of.”

Roman frowned. “... Pardon?”

“Your chores. The last load of laundry is in the dryer now. I’ve spoken with Thomas regarding Sunday’s video. Bargaining with Remy did take some time. However— Are you crying?” Logan’s voice hitched in sudden concern and he reached over to cradle Roman’s cheek in his hand.

Roman sniffled. “It’s okay, Lo. I’m happy… Just a little overwhelmed.” He pressed his own hand against Logan’s and gave him a shaky smile. “Why did you do all of this?”

Logan shifted so that he was better facing Roman. “You deserve to be taken care of. That is a constant, of course. In particular, this is in celebration of your birthday. I am well aware of the shenanigans made for the day itself so I thought I would ‘jump the gun,’ so to speak.”

Roman didn’t want to be dramatic or anything (hah) but he was pretty sure Logan was trying to kill him. “I haven’t the faintest idea how I could begin to thank you.”

“That’s just fine,” Logan reassured him. “I wouldn’t want you to, anyway.”

Roman laughed under his breath and gently moved away from Logan’s hold. He wiped at the tears that lingered on his eyelashes. “Well, it seems I have more free time than I thought I would. Have you got anything else up your sleeves?”

“Seeing as this garment lacks the necessary amount of fabric to do so, no. However, I did have something in mind that I believe you would enjoy participating in?”

“Lead the way, my star.”

After giving Roman some time to freshen up and change, they left his room, snacking on their cinnamon rolls and milk as they walked. It was still early, not yet noon, and Roman appreciated the peaceful atmosphere more than he thought he would. Normally, there would be music playing, or the television on as background noise in the living room, or the kitchen full of clanging utensils. This was pleasant. Having Logan with him made it all the better.

Eventually, Logan paused at the door between his and Patton's rooms. It was decorated with stickers, paint, glitter, buttons — any and all crafts that would fit basically, for that's exactly what was on the other side. Simply called the Crafts room, it was a creative space available for anyone to use however they pleased. Roman most often honed his vocal talents but he knew that Virgil liked to paint murals on the walls. When Logan led the way inside, the room transformed to match his vision. Warm sunlight spilled in from multiple windows. There was a rolling cart filled with every color of paint Roman could ever think of and more. There were a handful of easels, all holding various sizes of canvases. On the table in the center of the room was a stack of paper bound by ribbon, numerous pens, and a platter of snacks. Speakers set up in the corners of the room were already playing music.

"Will this suffice?" Logan asked, breaking Roman out of his daze.

"Suffice… Moonbeam, this is wonderful! And that smell… Is it—?"

"Jasmine to produce feelings of confidence and Eucalyptus to boost creativity."

“Well, they certainly are doing the trick!” Roman exclaimed, skipping fully into the room. He darted for the nearest easel, grabbing the handle on the cart as he did and pulling it over with him. His head was already full of ideas, sprawling landscapes and detailed portraits and, and, and!

The next hour passed in comfortable silence. They did, occasionally, duet along to various Broadway or Disney love songs that came through on their playlist. Sometimes, they dissolved into giggles afterwards, or they’d pause in their work to send each other sappy smiles. Sure, Roman was immensely curious about what Logan was working on, but he knew best what an awful thing it was to be interrupted while spending time with one's muse and motivation. Besides, he wasn't sure he could find a moment to pause in his own projects even if he wanted to. He moved from canvas to canvas smoothly, a new creation springing to mind the second he finished the last. There was an open expanse of night sky, stars dotted in yellow, blue, and red; a portrait of the lovely Valerie, dressed up and imagined as one of Roman's fellow knights; some abstract thing that was only recognizable from upside down and depended on the viewer having seen Parks and Rec at least two and a half times.

Eventually, though, his energy waned, and he set down his paintbrushes to take a break. He dropped a kiss to the top of Logan's head as he stepped by before taking a seat at the table, and reaching for the snacks. He went for a bagel but appreciated the variety of fruits and veggies, too. A few minutes later, Logan looked up from his work. He looked satisfied.

“All done?” Roman asked, interest piqued once more.

“Yes. Thank you for your patience.”

“Oh. Lo, that’s nothing you need to thank me for. This was really nice. Honestly, I didn’t realize how badly I needed it.”

Logan leaned closer, startling Roman when he kissed him quickly on the nose. Logan licked his lips after, smirking. “You had a bit of cream cheese…”

Roman made a sound akin to a tea kettle whistling.

Wasting no time, Logan stood and positioned himself in front of one of the windows. He looked as handsome as ever, silhouetted by the sunlight. He seemed relaxed and confident and Roman quite suddenly began to worry about his well being again.

He squinted at the brightest star in his sky. “... What are you up to?”

Logan cleared his throat. And began to sing.

It felt like the floor gave out underneath Roman. He might as well have no longer been tethered to his body. It was a miracle he stayed present enough to continue listening; he assumed it had something to do with knowing that missing even a millisecond of this would be the biggest regret he could make. Not only was Logan singing, completely of his own volition, he was singing about Roman. Lines about his bravery and his recklessness, his confidence and his ego, his creations and his work ethic. It was balanced, neither too praising nor too harsh. There was mention of how much love he carried, of how he deserved to receive as much as he gave, of how there was magic at his fingertips.

By the time Logan finished, Roman was outright sobbing. It wasn’t fair, how someone he loved so much, so so much, could make something so beautiful and heartfelt for him. How was he ever supposed to return the favor? When Logan pulled him up and out of the chair, he fell easily into his arms and tried to quiet his weeping.

“I would apologize for making you cry but that would be apologizing for the things I said, which I cannot do. I mean every word. My life is better with you in it. You inspire us all to be our very best and that is so admirable. Happy birthday, your highness.”

“Stop, stop,” Roman argued weakly, pouting up at Logan. “You’re killing me. You’re so cruel.”

Logan smiled down at him. He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and patted Roman’s face dry. “I suppose you’ll do something about it?”

“Yes,” Roman answered vehemently. “Your punishment is to be trapped in a pillow prison. A blanket barricade. Confined by cuddles.”

“Oh no. That final one might be the worst sentence of them all.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s jawline before firmly grabbing his hands. “I’ll have to stay and make sure you don’t escape, of course.” He began to pull Logan out of the room, cheeks starting to hurt from his wide smile.

“Of course,” Logan agreed, in a tone so gentle, it should have been impossible.

Perhaps Roman kept this thief of his heart wrapped up extra tight and snug in his arms, but that wasn’t really anybody else’s business, now was it?

#sanders sides fan fiction #logince #logince fan fiction #roman sanders #logan sanders #gifts for roman's bday #dani writes

[thesentientmango]

roman and logan with 21 and/or 18 please??

18 “I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

21 “Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

Tw: drowning, implied character death

A/N: I did not set out for this to be this angsty. I really was just going to write some h/c this time. This is probably not what you expected anon, but to be fair, it was not what I expected either. Happy reading!

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“I’m going to get you out of this.”

A promise ingrained in their friendship from the very first day they met.

And was about to be broken.

Water was flooding the cavern, Logan’s panic was immeasurable. Dying. In water. Under water.

“Hey, hey Logan look at me.”

Logan took a shaky breath.

“Just look at me.” Roman’s voice was even, but Logan knew better than to believe he wasn’t afraid. “Forget everything else. Just… I’m going to get you out of this.”

Logan looked up, the water was at their waists now, “How on Earth are we going to escape this?” Logan whispered.

Roman smiled, like he always did in a crisis. Logan saw the panic behind his eyes. Grief. “Like we always do, with my great wit.”

Logan laughed, Roman always had that talent, to be able to make Logan laugh in a crisis. “I don’t think we will this time.” Logan said softly. They were trapped, truly and utterly trapped.

Before Roman could respond, Logan cupped his face and leant his forehead against Roman’s. “I want you to know that it’s okay to cry, you don’t have to be strong this time.”

“Cry? Why would I- we’re going to get out!”

Logan pulled back slightly and looked at Roman weakly. Roman’s eyes were damp.

“Death is frightened. I’m scared.”

“Logan—”

“This is it.”

“Logan! Don’t say that! We still have a chance!”

Logan choked out a sob, “Always the dreamer… I always did love that about you.”

Roman squeezed Logan’s hand, “Don’t say that. Don’t say that like this is the last time. Don’t say that like this is goodbye.”

Logan wiped at his own tears, his hand was wet, it didn’t help. “There is no way—”

“No!” Roman began to frantically push against the rocky walls, “I won’t accept it! I won’t let you... we’re going to live!”

“Roman.”

“I think something might be loose here if I just—”

“Roman.”

Roman pushed and pulled against the wall fruitlessly.

Logan hugged his arms around Roman’s waist, “Roman, it’s okay. It’s okay…”

Roman slumped into Logan’s grip. The water was at their shoulders. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

“No time for apologies.” Logan murmured. “We lived well. We had fun.”

“I love you,” Roman said, his voice full of emotion.

“I love you too.”

Roman was crying. The water rushing around them hid Roman’s tears, but Logan knew him well enough to know he was crying.

“I’m scared,” Logan said frantically as the water began to brush his face. They’d have to hold their breath soon. The reality of the situation was setting in hard, his rational thought was disintegrating. He’d never liked water, or death for that matter. “Please Roman, don’t let go.”

Roman grabbed Logan tightly and pulled him into a hug, “I would never.”

#roman sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #ts roman #logince #mangowrites #sanders sides #sanders sides fan fiction #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction

[callboxkat]

Those Long, Lonely Nights (part 3/6)

Author’s note: This is a retelling of the story These Deep Dark Woods, but from Roman’s perspective. I recommend reading that story first, but this can also stand alone.

Summary: Roman, a knight, insists on accompanying his best friend Logan, a potion maker, when he decides to head into the notoriously dangerous woods bordering their home to find some rare herbs and minerals for his apothecary. They find much more than they bargained for when they encounter Remus, a bloodthirsty giant. Logince. Angst with a happy ending.

Fic Warnings:  food mention, blood, injuries, death mention, killing mention, gun mention, mild body horror (it’s Remus), disturbing imagery (it’s Remus), character death, temporary/believed character death, kidnapping, guilt, attempted self sacrifice, talk of giants, vampires and other monsters. Very unsympathetic villain Remus.

Word Count: 2141

Part 1 : Part 4 

Writing Masterpost!

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Logan wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t moving.

Roman stood there, his jaw slack with shock, his ears buzzing, feeling like the ground had just dropped out from underneath him and he had gone into free fall.

The giant released Logan’s arm, instead letting his body hand loosely from only a few fingers.

He looked at him for a moment, shrugged, and dropped him. He fell like a stone and did not move again.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he commented, like he’d just broken a cheap toy that he didn’t much care about.

Then, he spun around, and before Roman could recover enough to remember that he was still in danger, the giant had grabbed him up in tight fists. He ripped the sword from Roman’s grip—stronger even than the magic meant to prevent exactly that—and tossed it casually over his shoulder. The weapon disappeared into the dark.

Pulled from his shock, Roman roared in anger and grief, pounding on the giant’s hands and arms with his fists. He kicked out, colliding with the giant’s jaw but not causing much damage.

In response, the giant squeezed him, crushing the breath from his lungs. Roman gasped as he heard something crack.

“Hmm, we can still have some fun together,” the monster said, grinning crooked, stained teeth. His lower canines were almost like tusks. The tip of one of them was broken off. Somehow it only made him look more disturbing.

The grip on him released slightly. Roman gasped and continued to desperately struggle, yelling and screaming and hitting out at the giant. The giant simply looked amused, until Roman bit down on his hand, drawing blood. It tasted like acid.

The giant flinched and his grip tightened again, leaving Roman choking and gasping for air once more.

“Now, that might be a little too feisty,” he heard, the giant sounding annoyed for the first time. The monster transferred Roman to only one hand, lifted up the now free one, and flicked Roman in the head.

Crack.

Roman’s head jerked to the side as his vision doubled, and he felt his body go limp. The giant’s iron grip relented. Nausea rolled in his stomach as he felt the giant move him around, poking and prodding.

“Oh, goody, you’re not dead,” he heard, as if from another room. “Can’t have both of you dying before the fun part!”

The world spun as the giant casually manhandled him. There was a tearing sound; and then the giant was tying something tightly around him, like a spider trussing up its prey, before roughly stuffing the knight into a dark, enclosed space made of coarsely woven fabric—what he would later realize was the giant’s bag. It had a putrid smell, like the giant himself, like it was very well used and hadn’t been cleaned in years.

Something else was bundled in a few seconds later, and upon recognizing the iron tang of blood and the smell of herbs in the air, Roman was hit by the realization that it was Logan’s body now crumpled against him.

Roman attempted to move sluggish limbs to his best friend, desperately hoping against hope to rouse him, but he was tied too tightly to move.

“Lo…gan,” he slurred.

Logan, of course, showed no reaction. He was crumpled awkwardly, his head pressed into Roman’s side, heavy and unmoving. Roman was almost glad that it was too dark for him to see anything. He… did not want to see. He didn’t want to know.

It was beginning to sink in that Logan might really be gone. That he might really be dead.

Roman would never speak to him again. He would never get to tell him how he felt.

His favorite person in the world was just… gone.

Roman was trapped in the bag of a giant, with his best friend’s dead body practically lying on top of him, about to be carried off to be tortured and killed himself.

The giant began to move then, and it took everything Roman had not to pass out or throw up as he was jostled about, Logan’s horribly limp body still lying against him. The time in that bag felt like it lasted forever. Being bounced around carelessly, too restrained to do anything about the situation, feeling his shirt slowly grow damp where Logan’s head was pressed into his side, surrounded by the rotten smell of the giant. Able to hear his captor whistling out-of-tune to himself the whole time, cheery as could be. Even as he began to recover from the blow to his head, it only seemed worse, because he could truly appreciate how much he was suffering.

Finally, they came to a stop. Logan’s body was pulled out first. Roman closed his eyes as he heard it clatter to the ground.

The hand came for him next, and Roman was tugged roughly from the bag. The giant set him down only a little more carefully than he had Logan. It seemed they were in a cave, naturally formed, although with a few clear alterations. The ceiling soared dozens of feet high—plenty tall for the giant—beyond where Roman could see. It was dark, lit only by a pair of poorly made torches bolted to the wall closest to the entrance.

Roman should probably have been afraid. He just kept thinking, This wasn’t supposed to happen.

The giant grinned at him, then roughly tore off the knight’s leather boots. It might have hurt, if he hadn’t felt so numb, since the giant didn’t bother to unlace them first. The giant popped one in his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully, frowned, then spat it back out into his hand. He dropped the boots onto the cave floor.

Humming to himself, the giant stepped back, and left the cave. With him gone, Roman could just barely see where Logan lay, on what had been the giant’s other side, the vague shape of his body illuminated by the torchlight. He looked away. Logan wouldn’t have wanted to be remembered like that. Not that Roman would be remembering him for long.

The giant returned some time later, still humming, carrying a load firewood in his arms. Some of the logs looked like entire saplings that had been yanked from the earth. The wood was dumped in a pile before the giant, and then he got to work setting it ablaze. Since many of the trees were freshly pulled from the ground, still with the remains of green leaves on their branches, it took him a while to get it to light; but soon enough, a fire was roaring, illuminating the enormous cave.

Roman should have been struggling, looking around, trying to find a means of escape… but he just felt hollow.

The giant didn’t seem content to let Roman wallow in silent misery. “This would be so much more fun with two of you,” he mused in that annoying, nasal voice as he poked at the fire with a branch, “but oh well! Oopsie! Sometimes I don’t know my own strength, you know?” He turned to Roman and shrugged, a grin on his face that showed he really did not care one bit about what he had done.

Roman didn’t respond, just listening almost with disinterest as the giant went on to cackle and talk about all the ways he was going to torture his “new toy”—Roman, of course.

He went on with that for a while, coming up with more and more ghastly ideas, before eventually sighing, “Ah, but it’d be so much more fun with two of you.” Roman finally glanced up from the patch of dusty, stained floor he’d been staring at. “But it’s okay. It’s fine. I bet his bones will make great toothpicks. Sticks just don’t last nearly as long.”

Anger boiled in Roman’s gut.

“Ooh, or maybe I can put him in a jar. Like a pickled specimen! Scientists do that kind of thing, right? I can be a scientist! A mad scientist!”

The giant paused, turning to grin manically at Roman, who just stared at him with a look of disgust.

“You know, I don’t get company that often,” the giant continued, his shoulders suddenly slumping as he pouted. “Nobody stays very long.”

Because you murdered them all, too?

The sad look faded, and the giant perked up again, grinning. “I’m Remus, by the way!” he announced, putting a filthy hand to his chest. Roman’s gaze went to the bone-studded bracelet around his wrist. It still had Logan’s blood on it.

For some reason, the sight filled Roman with a new energy. Rage boiled up within him, filling every vein, every muscle. He truly struggled against his bindings for the first time. “I don’t care about your name,” he said, hatred and grief turning the words into a snarl. He raised his voice, uncaring of the consequences. “You are nothing but a villain—a foul, malodorous, evil villain who serves no purpose to society except providing something to vanquish!”

Remus, though, didn’t seem bothered—if anything, he looked amused. “Aw, don’t be like that,” he said, removing his hand from his chest and using it to swat dismissively at the air. “Who cares about society? Isn’t it much more fun to just do what you want? Whatever you want?”

“Those of us who aren’t monsters don’t find killing fun,” Roman spat.

Remus laughed. “Maybe you just haven’t tried it. There’s all sorts of fun ways to do a little killing.”

Roman told the giant exactly what he thought he should do with himself. Remus, still looking amused, opened his mouth to respond, when…

Plop!

Remus tilted his head, turning to look. Something small, about the size of a baseball, had fallen into the fire. The giant leaned forward to grab a stick, and he poked curiously at whatever it was.

“Maybe the ceiling’s coming down!” he said cheerfully. “We’ll be crushed like bugs!”

“Greeaaat,” Roman drawled. Just what he needed. At least he wouldn’t be made into tooth picks if he was crushed by a cave in.

The fire exploded.

There was a bang, incredibly loud, and a flash of light. Sparks and charred wood flew in all directions, the flames soaring towards the ceiling with a roar of triumph. Remus shrieked and stumbled back from the inferno, stumbling over the filthy rags he sat on. Heat washed over Roman, who could only close his eyes against the sting, but who was thankfully far enough not to get burned.

The heat faded slightly; and he opened his eyes, squinting against the clouds of acrid smoke filling the air.

What the hell was that?

Remus was patting down his clothes, trying to smother the flames that had spread onto him, yelling obscenities all the while. A patch of his hair was on fire. Roman’s ears were ringing.

Then the smoke shifted, and Roman saw an angel.

Silhouetted against the glow of the fire, a dark shape was sprinting for Roman. The movements were incredibly uncoordinated, seemingly about to fall at any second. But it was a very, very familiar shape that dashed towards him. An impossible shape.

Logan.

He dropped down to his knees in front of Roman, panting. Real. Breathing. Alive. His face was swollen and half coated in drying blood, his pupils were two different sizes, and he was streaked with dirt and ash.

He was the most beautiful thing Roman had ever seen. And he was alive.

Roman couldn’t believe it. He could have sobbed. He could have screamed.

As Logan began tugging at the ropes, glancing once over his shoulder in Remus’s direction, Roman found his voice.

“I thought you were dead!” he cried, hardly able to hear himself over the ringing in his ears, the roar of the flames, and the giant’s continued shouts as he tried to keep the fire from spreading.

Logan pulled out his dagger, the blade glinting in the firelight—of course he still had his dagger, the brilliant man—and slashed the ropes holding Roman still. His hands seemed very unsteady, but he made quick work of it, and even managed not to cut Roman. They both rushed to tug away the bindings, and Roman and Logan stumbled to their feet, helping each other up. Logan kept the dagger out—probably a good idea. Roman considered taking it, since he was in better shape, but Logan’s knuckles were white on the handle. He wasn’t going to drop it.

Roman glanced quickly around to find the entrance of the cave, grabbed Logan’s arm, and they ran. Sharp stones and bits of wood cut into Roman’s bare feet as they went, but he couldn’t have cared less. Even as a newfound terror coursed through him, replacing the numbness like ink filling water, Roman felt so light.

Logan was alive.

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[bewaretheidesofmarchyall]

I Can’t Decide If This Is Logince Potential Or A Monty Python Sketch

Okay, so you know how a common fan theory is that either Roman will leave the sides and become a villain (Pride is the common function) or Logan will leave the sides and do the same thing (typically he becomes Wrath)?

Well

What if they both decided to leave the sides and get dramatic revenge at the exact same time?

-Literally. Sneaking out of the light side of the mindscape at the exact same moment, and taking the same shady alleyway to Joan knows where.

-They bump into each other, and it’s kind of obvious what’s going on. They’ve both packed their bags (although Logan looks like he brought stuff he’d actually need, where Roman’s sack was more for the runaway aesthetic than anything else), they’re both heading into the Dangerous Wastelands™, etc.

-Roman immediately demands that Logan LEAVE AT ONCE. 

He’s leaving the light sides because if he can’t be a good hero, he might as well be the best damn villain they’ve ever seen.

The impact of his Icarus-like fall from grace is OBLITERATED if Logan is doing it too!

Besides, if this wasn’t an original idea, is he failing at the creativity thing as well as the heroism thing?

Is there anything he can do right anymore?

No. This guy has to go. He can take out his frustrations in a different way, Roman was here first (by five seconds, but it counts!).

-Logan is about to agree and step aside. He can do this another time in a different way, there are probably better ways to get listened to...

Wait.

No.

No, no, no.

Logan is done with the reasonable decisions and the stepping aside and the getting paused and skipped. How is he supposed to be taken seriously as a threat to the light sides if he just lets Roman go ahead in front of him? After you, Princey, I’ll be a villain once you’ve had your turn.

Yeah, that’s not fucking happening.

-And so we have these two wanna-be fallen heroes squabbling about who gets to be an ACTUAL narrative device. This can play out angstily, but if I write it it’s going to be a comical scene.

-Eventually the only thing they can do is set of to do villany at the same time.

(And there was only ONE oppurtunity to be a tragic anti-hero (omigod there was only ONE oppurtunity to be a tragic anti-hero))

Will they work together in a Team Rocket fashion?

Will they be competing to see who’s more worthy of the title of Biggest Problem?

Will there be a mixture of both?

Something entirely different?

Shipping (probably)?

-Honestly, poor Thomas. His mind is already confused and screaming, and this is not going to help

#ts sides #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #roman angst #logan angst #not sure if this really counts as angst but counting it anyway #pride!roman #wrath!logan #logince #tw cursing #remember that meme about how teaching drama without the humanities is how you got batman villains #and teaching science without teaching the humanities was how you got spiderman villains #yeah that's roman and logan #fan fiction #fic prompt #writing prompt #meanwhile Virgil is totally the sane one while Roman and Logan are doing that #holy guacamole virgil is the sane one #villain!roman #villain!logan #i love roman and logan a lot #i love them all #SANDERS SIDES FIC

[writingfromthetrash]

He was fire

Roman was a side of extravagance, and how he showed his love mirrored that. Roman would tell the world of his love; figuratively shout it from the rooftops so that they and everyone else would know how much he cared. When going off on a tangent about love, his eyes burned bright as the color that represents his side. The color of love as they say, and looking at him, just for the briefest moment, I could see it. His love is bright and hot, burning like fire; his love consumed everything like that. For Roman, that was the only way he could love.

I couldn’t understand it myself, and trying to would be just as difficult as counting the stars in the sky. Love is chemicals in the brain, but being around him I could began to understand how it’s more than that. By being around him, I could bask in the his warmth and try to see love as he did.

He however, is one of the greatest puzzles. As I said, his love was fire. It burned bright for those he loved, and it burned and burned until there was none left for himself. For someone so capable of love, I couldn’t fathom how he couldn’t love himself. So after he is burned out, covered in ashes, and for him the world is so dark, I help him in the only way I knew. I never admit it but my love for him was much like that of stars. It’s dim, but still there and when the world is so cold, so dark, it would still be there for him. It would be there, light never diminished, just covered by something brighter.

#logince #fanfic #fan fiction #danny kinda writes #okay so like im gay on main #thats my explination #logan sanders #roman sanders #roman x logan

[watchoutforthefanfics]

Your Heart Thine Destined To Be // Part One

Ship: Eventual Logince, Moxiety, and Dukeceit.

Summary: (Arranged Marriage! AU) Okay, sure. Roman’s in the next place for the crown. Okay, SURE. Roman’s not ready for that, and his parents know this too. So, what’s their solution? Have him marry someone who is, because God knows they aren’t going to let Remus have the crown.

Originally was going to be a comic, but my art skills are wack right now. And I need thissss.

Tags: @enragedbees @dante1138 @arc-gx @logan-sanders-enthusiast @nic-is-here

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Okay, yes.

Roman was supposed to be at breakfast right now with his two brothers and his parents, at the long dining table. It was his schedule.

But he was out in the lush forest, climbing a tree instead. Which, he believed, is completely understandable, he should be able to miss breakfast to explore.

To be active? They were going to discourage him from being active? Doubtful.

The way the air bubbled onto his skin, the way that the sunrise lit up the sky, it was all so… perfect.

He wasn’t going to miss it for some… breakfast. He had breakfast everyday, this sunrise… it felt like one in a million.

“Roman!” a voice called to him, low from the bellows and he immediately froze –his father–, “What are you doing up there? It’s time for breakfast, you sho-”

“I know, Dad. It’s just-” Roman groaned, holding onto the trunk as his eyes flocked to the sky (which at this point was a beautiful mix of blue and pink), “-look at this sunrise!”

King Gerald, a burly man with a thick beard (more teddy bearish than you’d think), faltered; his voice pausing and his dark eyes running to the sky.

He watched his father light up, eyes twinkling, and lightly wondered to himself, where would he be if he wasn’t crowned King?

Is this what he always wanted?

“It is,” the King murmured, “-quite beautiful, son.”

Roman sighed, “But?”

King Gerald sighed, straightening his posture, “You– We have duties, Roman; you have to learn to stick to your schedule. How are you supposed to-”

Roman froze, he’s going to say it, he doesn’t think I can rule. His heart pounding, he watched him struggle for words, trying to voice his thoughts, but upon matching his eye, fell silent.

“Roman,” the King sighed with a tired smile, “-you will be an excellent King someday, and a King… has priorities. Of which I am the current King, so you’re coming to breakfast. For your dear old Dad’s sake?”

The prince took a longing glance at the horizon, knowing he didn’t want to stay here, but it was his only option, “Fine… but I want a blueberry muffin.”

His father laughed, his deep belly laugh, “Deal, knucklehead.”

^^^

The castle’s dining room was, as assumed, very shiny with soft carpets and polished wood on every surface. Roman almost liked it almost as much as the ballroom, but with just the bare eye, the two would never compare.

His eyes first rested on his mother, who was sitting with poise, with her light hair and tan skin made to perfection. Her eyes, however, held a glare at her son; purely because of the concern, he’d guess.

“Roman,” she spoke with the softest of tones, with an edge ready to bite just awaiting the sign to launch, “Why are you late for breakfast?”

Roman opened his mouth to explain, but his father spoke first, “No worries, darling. It’s all taken care of.”

With a grateful smile to his father, Roman found his eyes fall to his little brother: Patton. He wasn’t much younger, but he definitely looked it. With his chubby cheeks and doll like blue eyes, Roman found his curly hair was something he’d wanted all his life.

“Good morning, Patton!”

“Roman!” Patton smiled, jumping up and pulling him into a hug, as expected.

“Ooh,” Patton squeaked, “-I have something for you! Don’t let me forget.”

“Will do, Patt.”

And finally, his eyes rested on his twin. His forsaken, nothing-like-him-at-all twin, Remus. He wasn’t ugly per say, but he definitely wasn’t upholding the squeaky clean majesty title with his messy hair and makeup 24/7.

“Remus,” he grumbled, trying to avoid eye contact.

Remus didn’t even look up from… whatever he was drawing on the napkin; Roman honestly didn’t want to know.

“Honey,” his father scoffed, straightening out his newspaper, “-look at this! They’re already asking about the new crowning! What is even-”

“Mi amor,” his mother, Madeline, soothed, “-we’ll talk about this later, yes?”

King Gerard, a large broad shouldered man mind you, pouted, “I’m not that old yet.”

“‘Course not, honey-” his mother hummed, “-the magazines are despicable, you know this.”

“So,” his father added, to move on the conversation, “-what’ve you boys been up to?”

Patton spoke first, careful and considerate, “I’ve made flower crowns for everyone! Our gardener helped me pick ones to match you guys! So… yeah.”

Their mother smiled, “That’s so sweet, I’m sure we’ll love it, kiddo.”

After running her fingers through his hair, she faltered, her glance a little dampened, “Remus? What have you done, honey?”

Remus looked up, his eyes wide, and subtle with the look of… appreciation, “Uh, I painted today. It was a roaring Cyclops, attacking a town, and he’s rippin-”

“Re, buddy-” their father coughed, “-how about we stop there? You can tell us later, when we’re not… eating.”

Remus nodded, his face falling just a smidge, “Yes, sir.”

Roman paused, messing with his food on his plate and quietly humming to a tune he’d had stuck in his head for days.

“Roman?” his mother’s sweet voice broke through, “What about you? How are your studies, training, or… Forgive me, what were you working on?”

“My romance novel?” Roman grinned, attention on his food quickly scrapped, “Oh, it’s swell, mother! My characters are coming together so fast, I swear they’ve got a mind of their own.”

“What about your fencing?” the King acquired, with a puzzled look on his worn face. He’d had about two meetings with a few other leaders that morning, or at least that’s what Roman remembered.

“Yes, uh-” Roman nodded, tapping his chin as if he hadn’t remembered every lesson he’d ever had, “- Ms. Maple is doing wonderfully. I feel such great improvement.”

Breakfast was short-lived after that, Patton kept popping in with puns, and his father was bringing up a few things the kingdom had going on in a few weeks.

“Roman, I’ll have you know-” his father chuckled, shaking his head, “-I’ve been contacted by… many suitors for your hand." 

Roman rolled his eyes, "Dad, stop!”

His mother chuckled, “You’re a very handsome, young man, it only makes sense!”

Roman blushed up to his ears, “Thank you, Mama. That’s very kind of you, but I wish to be swept off my feet for reasons, other than personal gain.”

“Picky,” Remus muttered, as he drew into his napkin harshly.

Roman rolled his eyes, “Says you. Your standards are bare minimum!”

The King raised an eyebrow, a curious expression glazing his dark eyes, “Standards?”

Remus spoke, simply, “A hot guy.”

Roman began, taking a breath, “Taller than me, blue or green eyes, lovely, cute, shared the same interests… Hmm, he HAS to have the softest hair on this Earth. I don’t make the rules-”

“See,” Remus interrupted him, “-picky bitch.”

His mother gasped, but Roman would bet she wasn’t as surprised as you’d assume, “Remus Mich Elliott! You did not just speak like that at the table.”

“Yeah,” Roman hummed, muttering, “-plus, you’re the bitch, bitch.”

“Roman Chase Elliott! I can’t believe you two! No more talking at this table, until you can gather your manners, boys. Right, G?”

Roman’s eyes wafted over to his father’s, his face was flushed and he was hunched over, trying desperately to hold back laughter.

His mother sighed, “You boys are… Patton, are you done with your meal? If so, I say we take a trip to the gardens. Pull some new flowers for the vases I received yesterday?”

Patton smiled, “I’d love to, Mama.”

In a blink, the two were walking out of the dining room with interlocking arms.

It was quiet for a second, then a minute, and then his father finally spoke.

“Is she gone?”

“I-” Roman glanced towards the doorway they had exited through, “I think so, Pops.”

It was in that moment, his father slipped into a body-throwing laughing fit with a red flushed face, and soon Roman felt his own smile squirming up onto his lips.

In just a few seconds, the whole table was full of excess laughing, to a point that the staff had come to check in on them at least 10 times in the past 30 minutes.

“Alright,” the King raised from his seat, wiping his eyes, “-that’s enough playing around. You two, head off to your room.”

Roman paused, his face switching in the quickest of blinks, “But, I thought-”

“Ah, ah, ah-” their father shook his fingers, “-both of you know that Patton, nor your mother, like those words. You both knew better.”

“Father-” Remus groaned, in tune with a sigh of his own.

“Nope,” he shook his head, “-go to your room until lunch, and then apologize to your mother immediately after.”

The twins rolled their eyes, each muttering a disgruntled, “Yes, sir.”

Roman sighed, making his way up the stairs to a place without the sunshine in the morning. He could open up his window, he’d thought, but wouldn’t be the same view from that tree.

He was furious, the kind of furious you’d get when you couldn’t get ice cream as a kid, but he wouldn’t stomp or throw a tantrum. Not that he was past that. 

It was just that his hair was styled to perfection, and he was not doing that disservice to the Earth to lose it.

So, he just made his way up there with every inch of pettiness he could put into his walk. Which, he’d learned to do quite well.

With a dash and a skip, Roman arrived at the dark oak door -edged with an art design he’d carved just a few years ago. 

It was a shield, painted red and yellow, with a castle and the beautiful sun; he’d made it out of pure spite, just because Remus had said he couldn’t.

But, he’d actually loved the design. So, he began to incorporate it throughout his art -the knights he drew held it on their arm, flags on castles were woven with it in a shimmering fabric, outfits adorned the symbol, faces had it painted on their cheeks, and sometimes, he just drew the landscape on it with simple colors and dazzling visuals.

With blink to refocus, Roman pushed open his door, a feeling of urgency suddenly hitting him there as he stood. In a few quick steps, his eyes were blessed with the tower view of the sun beautifully raised in the sky.

He’d always loved the color blue. It had held so many different interpretations, so many different emotions.

Of course, red always had a place in his heart, but blue? It was calm and urgent, like ocean waves and yet also like, a thunderstorm. It could make him float off into a world of wonders, and quietly he would stay there, dreaming of a world where everything was relaxed… and he’d have no impending future.

That woke him up from the dream, the idea that he’d be destined to take care of the kingdom… His eyes shifted from the fluffy clouds above, to the beige-stoned buildings below.

It was beautiful, yes. Flowers sprouted in gardens, scattered throughout every lawn they could be. The roofs were varied, each dressed in a unique trim, that matched up with a unique family –unique people– in each home.

One day, he’d be responsible for them all, all the children giggling through the street, all the hard workers reaching to make ends meet, all the parents who’d had so much life to live, all the elders who chatted away with stories of the past, all the people who deserved… so much better than him.

#ts logince #royalty au #sanders sides fan fiction #watchoutwriting #ts roman #ts patton #ts remus #yourheartthinedestinedtobe

[lannpaige-blog]

I'm writing a little vent fic before I go to bed. I've just had a rough couple days and I'm still working through some emotions regarding An Event. Thought I would work it out a little with a fic before bed.

Characters: Roman, Logan

Pairing: Logince

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, doubt, past break ups

The List

It had been a year since the break up. Roman knew he should've been over it. The relationship had only lasted five months. It wasn't like he'd invested years into the guy. And he wasn't single. He had Logan now. Seven months of Logan, in fact. That was two months more than he had with 'S Ain't Nicholas and his Naughty List, and those two extra months held more joy than those five months with Ol' Nicky ever had. So why was he still not over this whole break up thing?

"Roman."

Logan's voice saying his name jerked Roman out of his thoughts. Right. Roman was in his own apartment. Logan was there. They were cuddling on the couch, Roman's arms wrapped around Logan's waist from behind, the grip loose. No. Tight. His grip had grown considerably tighter. Roman suspected that was from his thoughts careening back to Fake Santa. Guess the break up scene in the romance film still playing sent his mind reeling back to that moment. It jerked Logan from his book likely. Roman loosened his grip.

"Sorry, Lo," Roman said. Then he kissed Logan on the cheek, which made his nose brush against the bottom of Logan's black framed glasses.

"I was not concerned with your grip, I had asked you a question."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

Logan sighed. 'That'll be on the list,' Roman's mind supplied. His fingers twitched. He felt Logan's tense hesitations beneath them. Then Logan reached forward, look the remote off the table, and paused the movie. The remote was set aside. The book was placed next to it. Then Logan turned in Roman's grip and their eyes met. Roman watched Logan scan his face. If he didn't know better, Roman would suspect that doubt flicked in those beautiful night sky eyes. But Roman was projecting. He was sure of it.

"Have I done something to upset you?" Logan asked.

"What?" Roman couldn't stop the question before it left his lips.

"You have been considerably more quiet these last few days," Logan said in his matter-of-fact tone that Roman hated to love, "Yet, you have not given any explanation as to why this could be, even though you have done so on many other occasions in the past. Therefore, your silence is caused by a matter that you do not wish to discuss. Whether or not you wish to talk about these matters is irrelevant. I was simply questioning whether I had done something to upset you, because if I am the cause, I am willing to correct my behavior."

"It's not you," Roman said abruptly. Too abruptly, he realized. Logan tensed in his arms and blinked at him. Roman watched Logan's brow crinkle just above his nose and a fraction of Logan's bottom lip tucked into his mouth. It was a look Roman had never seen before. Given the question and comment, Roman knew it had to be doubt. Subtle, near stoic doubt. He sighed.

"It really isn't you, Logan," Roman said softly, "I promise."

Logan's face eased again. There was that same intellectual, focused stare Roman fell for months before in Astronomy class, only now, instead of being directed at figures and text, it was directed at Roman himself. Fairies fought in Roman's stomach.

"Do you wish to discuss it or would you rather have a distraction?" Logan asked.

Roman almost said distraction, but his mind refused to let his mouth utter the word. He wondered if the previous look would come back once Logan left. He wondered if Logan's mind would consider all the possibilities. He wondered if the doubts would plague him like Roman's own. He wondered if that would be the start of the end of them, The Prince and the Bookworm. Roman looked to Logan's chest, to the loosened necktie, to the Logan's arms, to hands that pressed softly against his upper arms. No. He couldn't lose this. Not when Roman so badly wanted Logan to stay. So, Roman sighed and lowered his gaze. He stared, but didn't process.

"Before we met, I dated a guy, Nick," Roman said, "The relationship only lasted five months, and it was flawed from the start. We got along but we never really clicked romantically. It happens. I thought about calling it off but he broke it off first. He came over and we sat down at the kitchen table and I thought hey, this is it, I know it. Then he pulled out this list."

Roman licked his lips. His hands adjusted. He felt Logan's eyes but didn't dare look up at them.

"The list," Roman continued with a softer voice, "Had all the reasons he was breaking up with me. It was four pages, typed, bullet pointed. Some of the stuff on there was legit. But the rest of it... it attacked who I was. My personality, my style, my friends, everything that was important to me. It took him an hour and a half to read through and because, as he read, he just kept adding examples and he wouldn't let me say anything to defend myself even though I wanted to. God, did I want to. And then he finished and left. Just walked out. Haven't seen him since. It's been a year since we broke up and I guess I'm still not totally over it. It's so stupid. I know that. I was over him before he did that. I don't want to see him again. And I even have you now, and I love you, Lo. It's why I'm telling you this. I don't want you to think any of this is about you. It's not. It's me and that stupid break up."

Silence. Roman's arms tightened around Logan again, though not as strongly as before.

"Are you concerned that I will suddenly arrive with such a list?" Logan asked.

"No," Roman said immediately. His heart cringed. He sighed. "All right, yes, but I know you wouldn't."

"Indeed, I would not, as any problems we have I would rather discuss without such dramatics."

Roman glanced up finally. Logan's gaze had never wavered. He felt bad turning away from the spectacled man's stare now. Yet, there was no trace of hurt lingering in Logan's eyes.

"It was rather dramatic, wasn't it?" Roman asked.

"Quite. That said, if you wish to counterbalance this list that was so unjustly pushed upon you, I will be happy to supply you with a list equal or larger in size that communicates why I wish to stay with you."

Roman blinked. "You would do that?"

"Of course, if it would ease your mind. Besides, you have put effort in writing for me in the past. It would only be fair to offer writing in return, if you would appreciate such a gesture."

"I... I would, actually."

"Then the matter is settled. I will supply you with a list on an unspecified later date."

"Thank you, Lo."

Logan gave a tiny smile. Roman's face leaned towards it. Lips touched lips. Heat touched heat. Roman wondered if their kisses would make it to Logan's list. Or maybe his hands would, as they were the hands that pulled Logan closer to him and ensured that Logan fully understood how much this moment really meant to Roman's fragile heart.

#sanders sides #logince #roman sanders #logan sanders #roman #logan #my fan fiction #fan work #fan fiction #triggering content #break ups #break up mentions #angst with a happy ending #angst #doubt #relationship doubt

[shsl-fander]

Logince Week: Day 2

Prompt: Revenge

Pairing: Logan/Roman

Description : Logan and Roman are extremely competitive with one another, and so they have their weekly game nights, however Roman offers a different prize for the winner

@loginceweek2024

If you asked anyone in the mindscape who the most competitive person they'd ever met was, their answer would either be Logan Sanders or Roman Sanders, no one else would even come to mind. For this precise reason, what had once been an family game night tradition, involving every single side, had been entirely changed. Now it was left with only the logical and creative traits still involved, eager to see who would win the next time.

They'd found themselves in almost an endless cycle, either wanting revenge if they'd lost last time or wanting to continue their pridefull streak. Oddly enough, this weekly occurrence had brought the two closer than ever before, always looking forward to when they would see the other.

"Ahah! Finally! I've won!" Roman declared happily, launching himself up and out of his seat from the table to gloat. He danced around the area, occasionally doing his pose or smirking over at Logan.

Logan, who was still sat down at the table, their scattergories board between them. He was grumbling something about 'unfair' and 'statistically I've won more.'

"This is ridiculous, there is no way I've lost a vocabulary related game to Princey," Logan scoffed in disbelief, which only made Roman's smile grow even wider.

"Hey! I'm good at words too, Specs! You think all my wonderous stories just create themselves?! To be creative requires good vocabulary!" Roman argued, hands on his hips.

"Ironic, since the correct phrase would be 'I am good with words, too.'" Logan jabbed in response, a small smirk tugging on his lips. His smirk grew into an amused smile as Roman scoffed indignantly. "You are so ridiculous," he sputtered through laughter.

Roman dramatically placed a hand to his heart, stumbling backwards. "Your words hurt, Nerd! You've gotten your revenge, I understand now!" he gasps, turning his head away in faux sadness.

Logan shook his head, standing up so he could walk closer to Roman. "Do you really doubt me that much and think I'd give up that simply?" he said holding his hand out, "rematch?"

Roman grinned, eagerly shaking his hand, "Oh you're on, microsoft!" he exclaimed. "I think we should make it more fun though, have something at stake," he offered, with that creative romantic glint in his eyes.

Roman had an idea, an absolute awful idea, and he was dangerously close to letting his romantic thoughts win and doing said idea. He'd had a crush on the logical trait for ages now, longer than he could even remember given how long the two had known each other. There was something about Logan's competitive fire, the one that mirrored his own so well, that made Roman feel so warm inside.

"What are you referring to, Roman?" Logan pondered, scrunching up his eyebrows. His eyes widened as Roman took another step closer, blush rising to the apples of his cheeks. "Roman?!" he sputtered, attemping to keep his composure. Internally, however, Logan's heart was pounding inside his chest.

"If I win, will you let me take you out on a date?" Roman requests softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Logan swallowed nervously, and the added warmth in his body made his glasses to begin to fog. He cleared his throat, fidgeting with his tie. "You are interested in me?" he asks, audible doubt in his voice.

Roman laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief, "Is that even a question?! Of course I am, I've been sending you hints for months."

Roman for one, absolutely loved to tease Logan, amd if Logan had remembered correctly, that was the way Roman showed his love. Not to mention all the comments he'd sneak into their discussions that could definitely be taken in a flirtatious way.

"So, do we have a deal?"

Logan couldn't fight the smile that snuck onto his face as he nodded, "Indeed we do, Prep."

#loginceweek2024 #logince week 2024 #logince #logince week #ts logince #ts logan #ts roman #roman sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #tssides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #kai writes #logince fan fiction #tss #ts sides #sasi

[solarsparkss]

im in need

so i need some analogical content

fan art 

fan fiction 

drabbles 

anything. i need new stuff to enjoy 

 any other ships are cool too, i love literally every ship

thank you 

#thomas sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #my OTP #Analogical #prinxiety #logicality #royality #logince #moxiety #logince is another favorite #logan is my favorite side #lgbt #fan art #fan fiction #sander side logan #oops

[wolves-on-caffeine]

Unrequited AU: Logan Disappears.

(Based off of this post.)

There was something wrong. Achingly, horrifically wrong. Virgil could feel it. It was screaming at him from all sides and he could barely breathe. They were filming a video. It was important.

But Logan wasn’t there. Thomas had summoned him multiple times, but he never appeared. No matter how many times any of them called... It didn’t help. 

Although, Roman didn’t call out for Logan. He stayed silent, a strange expression on his face that Virgil could not read. The panic grew stronger and mixed with a white-hot flash of anger.

“Roman. What the hell did you do?”

Patton jumped to Roman’s defense, of course. “Now, Virgil-”

But he couldn’t listen to it.

“No, Pat. He did something. What the hell did you do?” He hated this voice, hated how he sounded. Who he became. But he couldn’t stop it. Logan was gone. There was no moderation.

“I- Well-” Roman sputtered. He would have taken a step back if he could. “I didn’t really do anything! It’s not my fault that Logan...”

“It’s not your fault. That Logan. What,” Virgil growled. He can’t tell the difference between his panic and anger anymore. There’s just hot feelings that burn his insides and bring his voice even deeper. 

“Well, I... I mean, really, how was-”

“Tell me what happened, Princey.”

“Calm down, both of you.” Thomas’ firm voice stopped both sides immediately, who turned to face him with wide eyes. “Thank you for your attention. Logan is fine. He simply will not be joining us at this time. There is no need to argue or point fingers.”

Virgil blinked. That... That was not Thomas speaking. At the very least, not pure Thomas. That realization slipped through the panic and finally took in a proper breath.

“But what’s... What’s going on?”

“Logan just needs a few days to himself,” ‘Thomas’ replied. “When he is ready, he will appear again.”

Except he didn’t.

#unrequited logince #unrequited au #logince #one sided logince #logan sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fan fiction #virgil sanders #roman sanders #questionable roman #patton sanders #logan angst #panic attack #thomas sanders #angst

[lamp-calm-sanders]

Okay so I want to say something that’s in issue in not only in this fandom but in fandoms in general.

Please for the love of what’s out there, tag your angst and your sad endings.

Look I get it if you like sad endings, I get it if you think in life we have too many happy endings in media, you can feel that. You should be able to write what you like!

But if you don’t tag your endings or the angst you can hurt people.

If someone ignores the tags or sees the tags and reads anyways, despite it being detrimental to their health, that’s on them.

But if you fail to tag, or at least give warning, you have put people at risk.

Imagine that you are recovering from something that you have been dealing with for years. This has wrecked your thoughts and mind and has completely changed your life and this period was the worst. Your escape is in media where at least you can read about characters, especially ones you already love, and see the happiness they feel. You can forget for a little bit.

You find a fic that seems really happy, or cute, or hurt/comfort. Or something that can be happy. But you get to the end and it has the thing you’ve been struggling with for years. There was no warnings in the tags or at the beginning of the fic.

All the pain comes back in some form and you break down and your mental state gets so much worst. It destroys you.

This could have been avoided if the author had the courtesy to put a warning at the beginning of the fic, if they really weren’t able to tag.

But let’s say that you don’t have any common triggers and you instead you just have a sad ending. You decide you don’t want to tag it or give warning.

I read a fic where the author did this. The fic appeared to be happy but at the end it became incredibly sad. Like tear inducing sad.

Well I read it because it looked it could be a good hurt/comfort fic. There was a fluff and hurt comfort tag along with the angst tag and the summary made it look like it be sweet.

Mentally I was already low. Like I was having a really bad day and sometimes my comfort is fan fics where things can have a happy ending, things can get better. When I read it I went down so fast and it caused a spiral of bad thoughts and tears, which I was trying to avoid. I wasn’t in the mood to be hurt.

I am 100% for people writing angsty fics if they want. They should have the art to express themselves.

But when you mislead or at least not warm your audience of things that can actually be detrimental to their health, you are not doing any favors to angst writers. You make the whole genre look awful.

When a reader reads your story, they make an agreement where they spend their time reading your fic and enjoying what you created. When you hide things that can hurt people, it almost feels like the reader has been tricked. Has been violated in what’s possibly one of the only safe spaces they have.

And of your concerned that adding warnings or tags will ruin your story I have one thing to say.

Your work, while appreciated and can be amazing, is never worth the pain of hurting someone who it can hurt. No matter how much you love your story, it’s not worth triggering someone or causing their mental health to deteriorate. No story is ever worth that. Period.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #lamp sanders #polyamsanders #moxiety #prinxiety #logince #logicality #analogical #royality #cartoon therapy #fan fiction #trigger warning #mental health

[notveryglittery]

Oh oh and 50 for Logince

101 fluffy prompts: “I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to the whole proposing thing.” / ship: romantic logincewords: 1,000 / warnings: blink and you’ll miss it alcohol mention

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To say Logan was panicking would be absolutely absurd. 

Were his palms sweating? Maybe, but it was quite warm in this establishment. Was his heart racing? Perhaps, but there were quite a lot of people here and he never had done well with crowds. Did he feel like he was going to be sick? Possibly, but he hadn’t had anything to eat all day. 

Patton would have quite a lot to say about that last one in particular. Normally, Logan was the one making sure that everyone in their friend group were taking care of themselves. Normally, Logan was the pinnacle of self-care. (Ignore Virgil if he tells you about Logan staying up late to plan… something. He has no idea what he’s talking about.) 

Logan took a moment to breathe deeply. He could hardly focus enough for the full 4-7-8 rhythm but he did manage a steady 4-4-4. Again, not panicking! Don’t be ridiculous. Everything was going perfectly so far. There were no signs that anything should go wrong, either. Roman didn’t seem to suspect a thing. In fact, he had been sufficiently distracted by the atmosphere and decor of the restaurant. He kept asking how Logan had landed them a reservation (didn’t he know how long the waitlist was?) but Logan would just smile at him and that would promptly fluster Roman enough to forget what he’d been talking about. 

“I don’t even care that we’re here in particular,” Roman said, pulling Logan from his scattered panicked thoughts. “I’m happy anywhere with you.” 

He reached across the table, leaving his palm up and waiting. Logan followed Roman’s lead and it felt like they were young again, holding hands at the diner; Logan wondered if Patton and Virgil would appear suddenly to interrupt the moment, like they always had back then. 

“It’s important to me that you know that,” Roman continued, running his thumb over Logan’s knuckles. “That I love being with you. That I love you and the way you look when we’re stargazing and the uncontrollable mess that is your bedhead. I love how quickly you solve Rubik’s cubes and how easily you get along with my emo nightmare of a stepbrother and that I can trust you to be critical but constructive.”

… Wait. 

Roman slid his hand out of Logan’s and stood up from his seat. He stepped around the table and to Logan’s side, where he then dropped down on one knee, what in Marie Curie’s name was he doing, this was not happening right now. Logan was going to combust. That was a perfectly impossible thing to do and yet here he was, on the verge of combusting. 

“Logan Sterling, a life without you would be dull and slow. I can’t imagine spending my days with anyone else—” it sure would be embarrassing if Logan completely zoned out just now, wouldn’t it? It was a good thing he definitely did not do that and that none of us are going to ask him just what exactly Roman said to him that night. “— marry me?” 

“Unbelievable,” Logan muttered. 

Roman’s hopeful expression shuttered. Logan internally swore that as long as he lived, he’d never see the light leave Roman’s eyes like that again. 

“You jerk,” Logan said next, scowling. He pushed himself out of his chair and onto the floor, kneeling beside Roman. He cupped Roman’s face in his hands, perhaps a bit more forcefully than he ought to have but Roman always laughed when Logan squished his face, and ah — there, the ghost of a smile was playing at the corners of his lips. 

“I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to the whole proposing thing!” 

The tension in Roman’s shoulders lessened. Tears gathered in his eyes. 

“Does that mean…?” 

“Yes!” Logan interrupted, not shouting, of course not, it wasn’t like they needed anymore attention on them. “God, yes, I’d be honored.” 

Whether either of them wanted more attention or not evidently was not up to them. The nearest tables erupted into applause which then garnered more clapping from everyone else, even if they didn’t know quite what was being celebrated. Their waitress hurried over, looking flustered and apologetic. Logan was embarrassed to think that he’d have to explain to her what happened. 

Roman stood, helping Logan up with him. It wasn’t until Roman was sliding the ring onto his finger that Logan even noticed it at all. Sapphire, maybe? He was so mesmerized by the way it sparkled in the light that he barely noticed the waitress sheepishly handing Roman two flutes of champagne. One of them, notably, had a ring settled at the bottom of the glass. 

“Was there a band, too?” Roman asked and Logan only heard him because of his teasing tone, the merciless son of a… 

Logan snatched one glass from Roman and downed it. He then took the other and poured the liquid out into one of their half empty water cups still on the table. Catching the ring, he turned back to Roman and went down on one knee. This all happened so quickly, he was sure that Roman would hardly have time to process it. 

Logan relished in the fact that this made Roman actually squeak. 

“Roman Idris, from the moment I met you, you’ve been the brightest star in my life. Admittedly, you were so radiant, it took time for me to see through all your burning brilliance. We clashed more often than not, cool versus warm, but never passed a day that I didn’t think about you. If ever—” and goodness, could you imagine how mortified Roman would be if his brain short circuited completely, causing him to miss half of his fiancé’s proposal? I certainly can’t imagine it because it definitely didn’t happen. 

When they recite their vows, they’ll both admit to this maybe perhaps possibly happening. Their friends won’t let them live it down for months to follow. That’s okay, though; it just goes to show how perfectly they fit together. 

#disclaimer: i can't write logan #sanders sides fan fiction #logince #romantic logince #logince fan fiction #kunnuglegurtortimandi #dani writes #prompt fills