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the-sympathetic-villain · 2 years

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Logan, Virgil, protector, fae

And 5. "I didn't realize I was such an inconvenience."

I didn't mean to follow a pattern from my last prompt, but apparently I got a soft spot for teen!sides getting protected by powerful supernatural creatures this week. And I absolutely fell in love with these boys already so I hope you enjoy!

This is prompt number two of four for this game, so there's more coming <3

What You Deserve

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Description: Entering the fairy ring to meet the master of the forest, Virgil knows he has one choice. Sacrificing himself to save his family was an honor, and it was his responsibility. Right?

Fortunately, not everyone agrees.

Word Count: 2792

Warnings: Shame, Manipulation, Implied Child Abuse/Neglect, Narcissistic Parent, Slavery Mention, Food Mention, Abandonment, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending (Let me know if I missed anything!)

“This way, Virgil.”

“Yes, mother.”

“Stop dragging your feet.”

“I'm not—”

“Speak up and stop mumbling.” Virgil’s mother put a hand on to his back to urge him down the path into the forest. “and don’t you dare wrinkle that shirt.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The silver light of the full moon filtered through the trees, sparkling on the dewy grass like tiny gems dotting the landscape. Bright, purple mushrooms grew in bunches underneath the trees. Their gills gave off a faint, pink glow that illuminated their path toward where the fairy ring was known to appear. It would almost have been pretty, if he didn’t know why his mother had brought him here.

“We’re almost there.” His mother turned back over her shoulder to glare at him. “You will remain silent and let me do the talking. I don’t need you screwing this up for us.”

“Y-yes, ma’am. I won't—”

“And no crying.” His mother reached to his cheek to brusquely wipe away the tears before dragging him forward into the open clearing. “Have some pride, Virgil. You’re doing this for your family.”

Virgil swallowed back a biting comment, ignoring everything he'd ever been taught to willingly follow his mother into circle of mushrooms at the center of the forest glade. The fairy ring. He felt a rush of power sweeping around them as he wiped the last of his tears from his eyes and stopped behind his mother. The subtle pink glow of the forest floor grew brighter as Virgil stared at the ground, curling his arms across his chest as a figure emerged from shadows.

“Human, I do not believe my instructions were unclear.” The deep voice of the fae carried an aura of warning as he addressed Virgil’s mother from the shadows. “You and your bloodline are no longer welcome in this forest. Begone before I lose my patience with you.”

“Good master of the forest, we are here to humbly request your audience.” Virgil’s mother bowed her head. “We seek not to anger you, but to appease you for the wrongs we have committed. Will you hear my offer?”

The figure stepped into the moonlight and Virgil had to stifle a gasp. Thin antlers rose up from man's soft, brown hair and his soft features radiated a gentle beauty unlike any he had ever seen before.

“I see no need for me to bargain with your family. You chose to ignore my warning not to take more than you need when you hunt the creatures here, and as a result you have suffered for your trespasses into my forest.”

The fae began to turn away, but Virgil’s mother dropped to he knees, reaching her hands up to plead with him. “Master fae, I need to feed my family—"

“The fault for your misery lays squarely on your own shoulders.”

“I know, but if we are to survive, our needs remain unchanged.” His mother’s voice trembled as she folded her hands together in a silent prayer. “Please, allow me to replace the life that was taken from your forest.”

The air felt heavy as the master of the forest turned back to them. His eyes moved slowly from Virgil’s mother up to Virgil, lingering uncomfortably as Virgil bowed his head.

“Explain yourself.”

“I come to offer my secondborn. If you will accept h—"

“Ha, and I'm to understand you sought not to offend me.” The fae’s lip twisted into a cruel sneer as he bared down on Virgil’s mother. “You come to beg for your life, and you do even follow the word of legend. Do the stories not say that we fae barter for the firstborn child?”

“Please, my grace. We need my oldest for the harvest.” His mother dropped her forehead to the ground. “Without him we'll starve, but Virgil is not meant for such things. He is neither our brightest nor our strongest, but he works hard—If you'll have him, he will serve you faithfully in penance for our sins.”

Virgil's lip twisted in disgust as his mother all but begged the fae to take him away. “I didn’t realize I was such an inconvenience, mother.”

A withering glare flashed across his mother’s face as she turned her head over her shoulder towards him. Her movements lacked subtlety and her message was clear. She wanted nothing more to do with him, and if he messed up her plans, she'd surely make him pay for his mistakes. Fortunately for her, not all hope was lost. The faerie’s piercing, blue eyes had fixed their attention on Virgil.

“Virgil, child.” The fae paused as though he were taking the time to feel Virgil’s name on his lips. “What do you have to say about all of this?”

A subtle, tingling crept across Virgil’s skin as the man spoke his true name. His mother had given it so freely, he hadn’t even considered the power the forest fae already had over him. “I, um—I don’t—”

“He's a good boy who does as he's told. You won’t regret taking him—”

“My question was not directed at you, madam.” The fae's eyes flashed a cold warning at his mother that sent shivers across Virgil’s skin. His stomach had been doing nervous flips since they entered the forest, but now that he was face to face with the powerful fae, he felt like his wobbling legs might finally betray him. “I wish to hear Virgil answer for himself.”

“I, um—whatwasthequestionagain?”

His mother looked poised to strike him for such a pitiful display of composure but the man in front of him seemed to find his incompetence pleasantly amusing.

“You are being asked to forfeit the only life you've come to know.” The cold tone of the fae's voice was tempered with a comforting softness that started to still the pounding in Virgil’s heart. “Surely you have feelings about what your mother is asking of you?”

“Umm—”

“And keep in mind,” The man paused as Virgil looked up at him with wide eyes. He kept his tone soft and reassuring, but firm as he addressed Virgil. “it is unwise to lie to one of the Fair Folk like myself.”

“No—Of course not, sir.”

Virgil’s mumble was nearly lost to the wind as he bowed his head to his chest, considering his words carefully. His mother had made it clear that this was his responsibility. If they failed to win the fae’s favor, his family may not survive the winter, and he was the only one with the power to change the creature's mind. He had not other choice. He would make his mother proud of him, if only this one time.

“If you will spare my family of their suffering, I am prepared to go with you.” Virgil dropped to his knees next to his mother and gave a deep bow to the ruler of the forest. “Please accept my mother’s offer.”

“I asked of your feelings, and yet you offer nothing of substance.”

“I know, sir.” Virgil’s forehead pressed to the dewy ground. “I’m sorry, but I do not wish for my emotions to sway your decision.”

The fae's silence weighed down on his shoulders as Virgil trembled and begged for the fae to take him. This was so simple. He couldn’t screw this up too.

“Very well. I accept the terms you’ve laid out for your family’s penance.”

Virgil lifted his head to the faerie ruler as he crossed his arms across his chest. His expression remained unmoved as Virgil looked to his mother. Relief spread across her face as she rose to her feet, oblivious to the despair twisting Virgil’s stomach.

“Really, sir?”

“To be clear, I expect to take the boy.” The man's leering glare landed on Virgil’s mother as she rose to her feet. “And in return, your family will be given passage into my forest to take only what you need to survive. Choose to get greedy again, and you will find that mercy is not something I grant twice.”

“Yes, sir.” His mother looked like she may weep with relief. “Your grace’s kindness knows no bounds. May peace be with you.”

“It would be wise if you to leave before my patience runs thin, human.”

The fae’s cold tone didn’t falter as his mother nodded. Virgil felt a numbness overcome him as his mother turned to wrap her arms around him.

“Take care of yourself, Virgil. You've done your family proud."

She pressed a kiss to his temple before letting him go and rushing back down the path, leaving him weeping at the feet of the stranger.

“Come with me, child.”

“Y-yes, master.”

“There is no need for you to address me as such.” The forest fae offered Virgil a hand as he scrambled to his feet obediently. “If it is acceptable, you may refer to me as Logan.”

Shaken, Virgil could do nothing but stare as the fae offered him a hand to his feet. “L-Logan?”

“I know I have you at an unfair advantage as I do not intend to share my true name, but you need not harbor any fear in your heart that I intend to hurt you.” Logan’s voice was soft as he rested a hand on Virgil’s back and guided him deeper into the forest. “Despite the ideas your mother undoubtedly in your head, I have no intentions of making you a slave.”

Virgil didn’t dare voice the many thoughts racing through his mind as his heart fluttered with a faint hope. He knew that the Fair Folk didn’t lie, but that didn’t mean that Logan did not hide his true intentions behind fancy words.

“T-thank you.”

“That is not a sentiment worthy of your gratitude.” Logan's voice sent a tingling rushing over Virgil’s skin as the fae pulled him to his feet. He was quiet as the fae pulled off his cloak, wrapping it around Virgil’s shoulders as they walked deeper into the forest. “I can assure you I only wish to honor the sacrifice you were willing to make.”

“This food is not of fae origins.” Logan’s expression remained gentle and patient as Virgil eyed the bowl of stew with suspicion. “You need not worry about any possible adverse effects to your health.”

Mere hours had passed since the fae had brought him to this realm, but settling into his new home had gone smoother than Virgil could have expected. Logan had been nothing less than pleasant, presenting Virgil with an overly extravagant bedroom with silk bedsheets and pillows for him to scream into the second Logan left him alone. He’d been allowed to sleep in as the thick shades kept out the morning light, and since he'd woke, his host had allowed him enough space that he'd been mostly able to simmer down from his overstimulated state. The respectful distance had been a welcome comfort, and he'd certainly been grateful for the fae's patience, but now the man had returned with a stubborn desire to feed him.

“What can I say to convince you my intent is not to hurt you, Virgil?”

“Nothing,” Virgil muttered as he forced his muscles to relax, realizing a moment too late that he had risked offending the fae. “I mean—Of course, I will accept the meal you've been gracious enough to prepare for me.”

Don’t thank the Fair Folk, lest you admit you owe them a debt.

Offering his life to Logan surely came with complications he didn’t fully understand, but he had no intention of giving away anymore of himself for free.

“I understand your caution is a rational reaction given your situation, but I hope to prove to you that it is unnecessary.” Logan’s soothing voice was quick to lull Virgil into almost believing his words were genuine. “Perhaps, we can set some base expectations about your time here to help ease your discomfort.”

Virgil chewed on his lip as he propped himself up on the edge of the bed. The silky, sheets felt like heaven on his aching body as he nodded and sipped on the savory broth. Meals brought to him in his own room were more than he'd ever dreamed to expect, but maybe now he could get an idea of what Logan would ask in return.

“Alright, Virgil. The first thing I need you to understand about my choice to invite you here is that you are free to leave at any time and for any reason.”

A sudden burning filled his nostrils as he accidentally inhaled his soup, choking as he looked up at Logan's patient smile. “What?”

“I do not believe that children should be made to pay for the sins of their parents.”

A shiver ran up Virgil’s spine as he looked up into the unsettling blue eyes of his captor. “That line might work better if you hadn’t accepted my life as payment only hours ago.”

“On the contrary, though I did not say so at the time, I viewed our transaction very differently than your mother.” Logan's lip curled into a smile as he moved away from Virgil to drop into a purple tufted chair a few steps away from the bed. “She believes sacrificing you was the price she paid for her life, but I would say granting her passage to my forest was the price I paid to bring you here.”

Virgil chewed on his lip as he focused on the bowl of soup in his lap. “Yeah, well, it all sounds the same to me.”

“I understand why you feel that way, but the difference is quite sizable in my eyes." Logan curled his hands in his lap. His narrow antlers stood like a crown on his head as he stared seriously at Virgil. “You see, I paid a price for your life with no ulterior motive but to give your freedom back to you.”

“Liar.”

“You know well enough that the Fair Folk do not lie, and despite what you may know of my people's reputation, I prefer to be straight forward about my intentions.” Logan let his serious tone drop to speak earnestly to Virgil. “Come morning, if your mind remains unchanged, you are free to return to your family. I only ask that you reflect on your situation for one day and one night before making any decisions.”

Virgil couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The Fae didn’t lie, but surely what Logan was saying couldn’t be the truth. “You are deceiving me.”

“Falsehood.” Logan’s eyes narrowed on him. “You may test my boundaries all you like, but I assure you there is no hidden motive in my words.”

“There's no way.” Virgil muttered as he stabbed at a crumbling potato with his spoon. “Why bother to take me if you were planning to release me all along?”

“No honorable parent uses guilt and shame to motivate their child, much less manipulates them to sacrifice themselves for said parent.” Logan paused to steady the growing anger in his voice. “Her job should have been to protect you, not the other way around, and I couldn’t abide such deplorable behavior.”

Virgil stirred the bowl of warm broth and root vegetables in his hand, grateful for the grounding sensation of heat as he listened to Logan’s words. “That’s a low blow to insult my mother.”

“You are the master of your own fate, Virgil. If you believe I am ill-informed, you are free to return to her and your brothers at first light tomorrow morning.” Logan's lip curled into a reassuring smile as Virgil chewed on his words. “But know, whether it is for a single night or a lifetime, you are welcome to stay.”

“As a slave, you mean.”

“As an honored guest, child.” Logan smirked at Virgil’s stubbornness as he rose to his feet and turned towards the door. “I am offering you a sanctuary from the shame and fear your family has convinced you is normal, but whether or not you choose to accept that offer is entirely up to you.”

Virgil’s chest clenched with a mild anxiety as Logan turned to leave him. “You’ll be back in the morning?”

“Bright and early, as promised.”

“Maybe—” Virgil’s voice trembled.�� He couldn’t believe he was starting to trust this fae. “Maybe not too bright and early, if that’s okay?”

“As you wish, Virgil.” Logan smiled as he headed towards the door. “Good night."

“Night.”

Virgil put his empty bowl on the tray at the end of the bed. The lights dimmed automatically as Virgil turned to collapse on the impossibly comfortable bed. Having the space was definitely a different experience than being crammed together with all of his younger brothers. Perhaps he could risk staying for just a few more nights.

This is prompt number two of four for this game, so there's more coming <3

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Prompt #1 - Janus/Remus/Protector/Werewolves+"Hold still. I don't want to hurt you."

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will never forgive the sander sides community for making my fic standards that high right off the bat

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badkatart · 2 years

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For @sandersidesbigbang

[Story Name] Through The Screen

[Author] Raven | @typically-untypical

[Characters] Remus and Patton

[Rating/Warning] Teen-Trigger Warnings: Isolation, Panic Attack, College Student x Teacher relationship (kinda), maybe swearing

[ID] [Drawing of Remus and Patton in the 13th century. The pair is laid in a field of flowers, holding hands and laughing. Remus, to the left, is wearing a green long sleeve and floor length tunic with a brown belt around his waist with a silver buckle, with an “R” on it. Remus is always wearing a ripped and worn black cloak. He has brown boots on. He has his right hand over his stomach and his left holding Patton’s. Remus is on his back with his right knee bent so it was propping itself up. Patton, to the right, is laying on his right side and holding Remus’ hand with his right hand. Patton’s left hand is in front of his mouth while he’s laughing. Patton is wearing a light blue tunic that goes to his knees and gray stockings. He isn’t shown wearing shoes as a style choice. Under his tunic the collar of his light gray under shirt is show. He a small rope-like belt around his waist. Patton has fluffy ginger hair]

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vinbee631 · 1 year

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Chance Meeting(s)

alright, it's time for day 3! or, it's 4 now...

day 3.5 of logince week! prompt is competition

this is maybe my favorite oneshot form this series so far, but i did not have time to proofread very much, so we'll see how this goes lol

i hope you enjoy!! <3

The Gainseville Billy Goats was your fairly standard youth soccer team. Every other day, excluding weekends, a large group of first and second-graders would meet to practice running around and kicking not-soft objects.

It was a wonder the Reyes twins’ mother allowed them to even attend these practices, the worrywart that she was, but the twins' insistence on any and all physical activity left her practically unable to say no.

Roman and Remus loved sports. From the time they had learned to crawl, they were constantly moving around, looking for new things to try.

For their parents, it could be a tad exhausting, but it was wonderful to see them be so enthusiastic about new activities or sports or games.

Soccer was the first sport they were able to play on an official team, with jerseys and everything! The boys were in love with it instantly; they didn’t even get distracted during practice and run off like the rest of the kids!

And then, after a few weeks of practicing and learning and so so much running, the boys finally got to participate in a real game! Against another team with other kids!

The twins didn’t stop smiling the whole time, grinning even wider when they passed the ball to each other or when someone on their team scored a goal.

The game could be pretty choppy sometimes. Since they were still only in first grade, some of the kids could be a bit iffy with the rules. Roman and Remus, of course, followed them to a T, but they understood if some of their friends needed extra time to figure things out.

Their opponent, the Newberry Newts (Roman and Remus really liked that name! They thought it was clever) was basically the same as theirs, just with different kids and blue jerseys instead of orange.

If they were following along with the pe-sific defensive rules, Roman’s current opponent was supposed to be number 42, “SPENCOR.”

That wasn’t his actual name, Roman knew, only his last name. But they were in the middle of a game! He’d have to get to know him better when they weren’t trying to beat each other at soccer.

His future friend was also very good at the game, and they seemed to know all the rules like the back of their hand already! Sometimes, they even tried to help the referees! Roman thought that was kind of silly, trying to correct an adult, but usually, they were right! Roman was pretty impressed.

Roman had made a continuous effort to smile at Spencor whenever they made eye contact, even going so far as to shoot them a thumbs-up for their best moves. Unfortunately, they never returned the smiles or gave a reaction to the support. Oh, well. Maybe he was too distracted by the game Roman understood.

By the end, Roman was practically vibrating at the excitement that was meeting a potential friend. Once his coach had let everyone return to their families, he rushed over to his parents.

“Mama, mama, can I go say hi to that kid over there? I wanna go say hi!” Roman’s mother chuckled, very used to his enthusiasm.

“Well, I had been planning on congratulation you for your first-ever soccer win, but I suppose that can wait a few minutes. Be safe, mijo, and stay where I can see you, alright? We have plenty of time.”

Roman grinned, quickly giving her a hug before turning to his brother.

“Hey, Re! Do you wanna come meet someone with me?” Remus glanced up at him, looking a bit confused. “Sorry, can you repeat that? I only heard ‘meet someone.’”

Roman nodded, reminding himself to slow his words down a bit. “I’m gonna go say hi to someone, they were on the other team, and I wanna meet them! Wanna come?”

Remus shook his head. “Nah, I wanna eat my snack for now, but have fun! Lemme know what they’re like, okay?” Roman quickly agreed, turning to rush over to meet this Spencor person before they had to go, but something stopped them.

Spencor, like the rest of the kids at the game, had gone over to meet their family, talk about the game, and eventually head home. It seemed like they were with their mom right now, but something seemed wrong.

She wasn’t yelling at them. Roman would have been able to hear it from where he was standing. But she looked really upset with them. Maybe they had gotten in trouble for something? It might not be the best idea to go talk to them if they were in trouble.

Suddenly, Spencor’s mom stormed off, leaving them by themself, and- crying?

“Hey! Are you alright?” Roman ran over to Spencor, suddenly spurred into movement at the sight of his tears.”

“I’m fine,” they grumbled, “now please, leave me alone.”

Yeah, no, Roman wasn’t convinced.

He carefully sat down on the ground in front of them, smiling gently when they didn’t immediately try to shoo him away again.

“I could leave, I guess, but it seems like you’re still upset. You don’t have to talk ‘bout it if you don’t want to! I just figured you might want some company or something. And I think you’re really cool, so I wanted to say hi!”

They blinked, startled out of their tears. “You- you think I’m cool?”

“Well, yeah, you’re cool! You’ve got cool glasses and you know a lot about soccer, and you’re really good at it too!”

“But… but my team lost. So, you’re probably better than me…” they muttered, folding their arms and sitting down in front of Roman.

“Well, yeah, my team won, but that doesn’t mean that one person on one team is better than one on another! We’ve all got different skills, and lumping people together as the best or the worst is no fun. You should just, well, have fun! And, you did really good out there. I liked how you kept telling the referees about the mistakes they made. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to do that!”

“But… I got in trouble for it. Mom says I’m not supposed to talk back to adults, it isn’t respectful,” they replied sullenly, curling up and resting their chin on their knees.

“Hm, well, sometimes adults aren’t always right. So, as long as you’re nice about it, you should try and tell them when they make a mistake. ‘Cuz everyone makes mistakes! And then we can learn from them!”

Spencor seemed to think it over for a minute, then ultimately seemed to agree with Roman. “Y-yeah, I think you’re right. You’re really smart,” they said.

“Aw, thank you! I… I never asked for your name. And I never introduced myself! Oops! I’m Roman, by the way, sorry I forgot.”

“It’s alright,” they responded. “After all, everyone makes mistakes, right? I’m Logan.”

With a wide grin, Roman decided that he really, really liked Logan. He hoped they’d get to stay friends for a long, long time!

…

After second grade, the twins moved on to another sport: basketball! Not that soccer hadn’t been fun! It was just…

Graduating from second grade meant moving up to the next soccer team. The twins really enjoyed it at first! The team was a bit smaller, and things were a lot more organized and they learned different skills now that they were older.

It was just… their coach was not very understanding about Remus’ need for repeated instructions. And when Roman had tried to fill in the gaps for him, he’d gotten yelled at talking over their coach!

Once they told their parents about this problem, they had quickly been taken off that soccer team.

Later, after Roman’s anger and Remus’ embarrassment had calmed down a bit, their parents had asked if they wanted to look for another team to play for, but the experience had left a bit of a sour taste in their mouths.

Besides, there were so many other sports left to try!

So, at the recommendation of one of Remus’ friends, they joined their elementary school’s basketball team. It was a very different sport (hands, not feet, Roman had to remind himself sometimes), but they loved it even more than their previous choice!

About halfway through the season, the team was scheduled for a game in Newberry.

Huh, where had he seen that name before?

This match wasn’t any different from all the others they’d been in. Except, Roman swore there was something familiar about this town. He’d never been to Newberry Elementary before, so where had this eerily familiar feeling come from?

It wasn’t until about halfway through the game that Roman spotted a jersey that answered his question.

“SPENCOR 42.”

Hey, that was Logan!

Roman had been wondering if he’d ever see his friend again. After that soccer game, the Billy Goats wouldn’t get the chance to play Newberry until the next season. And, by the time that came, it seemed Logan wasn’t on the team anymore.

Roman had been pretty disappointed at first, but his and Logan’s towns were pretty close by. If either of them did any sort of traveling in the future, there was a chance they’d get to see each other again.

The memories of Logan had passed through his mind every so often for the next few years, and now, that hope had finally paid off!

For once in his life, Roman was really hoping this game was going to end sooner.

Finally, the game was finished (Roman’s team had lost this time, he was pretty sure there was- like, poetic meaning to that, or something), and Roman rushed over to greet his friend- for real, not just the monotone “good game” handshake he had exchanged with all the players.

“Hey, Logan!!” They turned, seemingly startled that someone was calling out to them. “I- sorry, do I know you?”

“Yeah! Sorry, I’m Roman! From soccer a couple of years back? I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!”

Logan’s face lit up in recognition, and they nodded. “Ah yes, I remember. It is good to see you as well. Did you continue on with soccer? I haven’t played since that season we met.”

“Um, nah, me and my brother got kinda bored with it after we aged out of our first team, just a year after you quit. We switched to this instead! It’s hard to stick with just one sport when there are so many cool ones!”

“I see,” Logan nodded again, though they didn’t seem to quite agree with Roman’s statement. “Have you two been enjoying basketball, then?”

“Oh, yeah! I mean, I’d love any sport I get to play with Rem, but basketball’s pretty cool! A lot less running, that’s for sure!”

Roman was delighted to see Logan crack a small smile at that. Geez, they’d only talked twice and Roman was already picturing them being his closest friend.

“So, uh, my parents usually take me and my brother out to eat or to get ice cream or something after a game. Would you wanna come with your mom or dad? Or whoever brought you? I can even ask them for you if you want! Or- not, sorry if that was too forward.”

Logan blinked, processing Roman’s word vomit. “I… er, I suppose I would have to ask my mother. And, I… if you- uhm, if you wouldn’t mind… you may ask her. And, there’s no need to apologize. You just… pardon, you talk very fast, so it took me a moment to understand.”

“Oh, yeah, I do that a lot. Re yells at me for it all the time ‘cause he really can’t understand me if I do it!” Logan didn’t get the chance to question Roman’s statement before his mother was walking toward them.

“Are you going to introduce me to your new friend?” She asked curtly. Roman nearly grimaced at the ice in her tone. Maybe she’d just had a really long day or something and was in a bad mood.

“Hi! My name is Roman! I met Logan at soccer a couple of years back, but now we get to see each other again! I was just gonna ask if you guys would like to join us for- er, one sec. MOM! ARE WE STILL GETTING ICE CREAM?!”

Roman’s mom chuckled from the other end of the court. “Yes, honey!” She called back. “Why don’t you invite your friend to come along?”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING!! …So, er, would you like to come with us? It’ll be me, my brother, and one of his friends, I think. We like to hang out afterward and celebrate, even if we lose! ‘Cause… as long as we played a good game and didn’t give up, we didn’t lose too bad, I don’t think!”

As Roman continued to chatter excitedly, a small sneer had grown on Logan’s mom’s face. “I’m not sure how comfortable I am allowing my son to hang out with someone so… loud. Apologies for declining your offer. Logan, you have five minutes to say goodbye, then you had better be in the car before I leave. Clear?”

“Crystal,” Logan muttered, glaring at the waxed wood floors instead of his mother. Roman sighed, feeling a sudden urge to reach out and squeeze Logan’s hand protectively.

“Sorry for making her mad. I guess I am pretty loud sometimes, huh?”

“What? No!” Roman blinked. He had never seen Logan be this passionate about something before, in all the two conversations they’d had together. “My mother was being entirely unreasonable and unfair! Perhaps she’s in a bad mood today, but that isn’t an excuse for treating you unkindly.”

Roman shrugged. “It didn’t bother me too much. Even if she meant to be offensive, I don’t really care. I am loud, and I like being loud! I just… I wish that didn’t make it so you can’t come along. It’s not gonna be the same without you.”

Logan smiled, a bit sadly. “It’s okay. I should probably get going though. Hopefully, we’ll get to meet again soon?”

“Oh, yeah! I really hope so! See ya, Logan! Have a good day, or week, or however long until I see you!!” Roman waved at Logan until he couldn’t see him anymore, and then deflated, sinking the whole way to the floor and groaning loudly.

“His mom said no, I take it?”

Roman just groaned louder.

…Heh, louder.

…

For the next couple of years, until Roman hit middle school, he and Remus tried out a new sport just about every year, sometimes even more than that! After basketball was hockey, then baseball, then lacrosse (which Roman had hated so much he quit along with Remus after only two weeks).

In sixth and seventh grade, the boys joined the football team.

Roman was a bit more nervous this time, as opposed to his brother, who was still just as chaos-incarnate and tornado-ey as he was when they were kids.

Don’t get him wrong, he still loved sports! But.. well, he had hated lacrosse because it had bordered on being a contact sport, and because it was really hard, but that wasn’t the point.

Football was a contact sport.

It was fine! It was just like every other sport he played! Except, a lot higher chance of getting injured, and a lot of pushing people around! And… actually catching the ball. Yeah… this would be fine.

Roman had practiced harder than anything in sixth grade, and even played one or two games instead of sitting on the bench the whole time! He wasn’t very good, Remus was a lot more comfortable at this sport than he was, but he enjoyed the time he got on the field, and he didn’t get injured his entire first year of playing!

Then, there was middle school football.

In middle school, there was a chance you wouldn’t make the team. In middle school, there were a lot of bigger, taller kids with years more experience than Roman.

The practices were rough, lots of tackling running, grueling exercises that increased in difficulty if you messed up. Roman worked himself near to tears every single day they had practice, and it still wasn't enough to keep up with the stronger kids.

His parents could tell how miserable he was, but when they tried to intervene, Roman refused.

Remus was happy! And for him, Roman was more than happy to be dragged along into anything. So what if it meant hours of sweating and working himself so hard his muscles ached for days afterward? So what if, no matter how much effort he put in, he would always be teased for falling behind?

Sports had been his life since he was five. He couldn't just give up because they were a little challenging!

And then, he hadn't made the team... and Remus had.

Which was fine! Roman was more than happy to sit in the bleachers and cheer his brother on from a safe distance, away from all the pushing and shoving and sweating and painfulness.

And if he finally admitted to his family one day that he was grateful for the excuse to fall away from the intense exercise he'd been putting in for so long, the only reaction they'd ever give him was sympathy.

The fact that he had failed only stung a little bit when he realized he was trying so hard to do something he had really never loved in the first place.

But, he did love cheering. He loved watching the games, seeing his brother in action, doing his crazy, awesome thing.

Which was how he found himself trying out for the cheerleading team the next summer.

He’d gotten a few odd looks for that, being the only male presenting person interested in a “sport” like this, if you could even call cheer a sport.

Roman didn’t particularly care about the looks. He was happy! He and Remus would still be close to each other, and they would both get to do something they enjoyed! And Roman enjoyed the hell out of cheerleading.

After only three practices, he was lifting girls in the air and helping them strike poses. A base, he was called, and the much smaller girls he tossed around were flyers.

Sometimes, he’d be in the back of a base triangle, supporting the backs of the flyer’s feet. Other times, it was just him and Callista, his partner flyer. He would lift her in the air, set her on her shoulders, or hold one of her feet as high as he could safely manage as she struck an impossible pose.

It was still hard work, it made him break a sweat most practices, but oh, was it so much fun.

Much better than football, anyway.

Well, whatever, that last part didn’t matter. Roman was happy, his brother was happy, and they were looking forward to another great season their eighth-grade year.

Just when Roman didn’t think things could get any better, he spotted a familiar jersey number among the Newberry Panthers.

“SPENCOR 42”

Logan was so much taller than when Roman had seen him last. He looked almost muscular underneath the bulky football pads, but he didn’t do much playing.

Except for in special teams.

From what Roman remembered, Logan was pretty fast. He could run at a solid speed, and for a while. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise to see him break out of a 4th down and three and run the whole way to the endzone, the Gainsville defense falling in his dust.

Roman had to physically restrain himself from cheering for his opponent.

The game ended in a solid tie after a bit of a disappointing overtime tossup, and Roman was a bit disappointed to see his childhood friend disappear into the locker rooms with the rest of his team when it was over.

Once his mom had given him the all-clear, he’d quickly gathered his things, said goodbye to his cheer coach and teammates, and quickly made his way to the locker exit. When he got there, though, he regretted his haste just a little.

He could hear the screaming from a distance, but he hadn’t figured out it was coming from the doorway until he rounded the corner to the exit doors.

Roman recognized her clear as day. It was Logan’s mother, very loudly berating her child as a small crowd of teammates began to gather behind them, looking just as furious as Roman felt.

“And don’t fucking bother following me! You’re walking home today!” Their mother scowled deeply, turning in Roman’s direction to storm off to her car.

“Fucking pansy,” she muttered as she passed Roman by, and he tried to pretend that didn’t sting.

Roman considered for a moment running up to Logan to see if he was alright, but with his teammates around him, Logan seemed like he was already starting to feel better.

Maybe he should just head home this time.

“Hey, kid. You lost?” Roman jumped, turning to face the voice that appeared next to him. “Uh, sorry, no. I just- was waiting for someone. I wanted… wanted to say hi before I left, but now seems like a bad time, so I was just waiting-”

“It’s all good, just checking. Out of curiosity, where do you know Lo from?” Ah, so this mysterious stranger had him all figured out, huh?

“Oh, we met playing soccer as kids, and we’ve run into each other playing sports a couple of other times. It’s usually a while in between meetings, though.”

The person chuckled. “Sounds like Logan. Kid bounced around sports as fast as he can run. My name’s Remy, by the way, he/him, Logan’s older brother.”

“O-oh, Roman, he/him. I’m sorry about your mom being an absolute asshole.”

Remy tried to hide a chuckle behind his hand. “Oh hon, I like you. Once he’s calmed down, I’ll send Lo in your direction, ‘kay? Unless you’re on a time crunch or…”

“Oh, no, I have nowhere to be. Besides, my brother’s the quarterback, so we’ll probably be here for a while, anyway.”

“Oh, sick. Well here’s hoping I’ll see you around. And uh, if you don’t give my sibling your number by the time you’re done talkin’, I’ll put it in his phone myself, got it?”

Roman chuckled nervously. “Uh, not quite sure you you meant that to be threatening or not, but okay! Can do. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before!”

“Oh, bless him, he’s a himbo,” Remy muttered as he walked away, but the small smirk on his face gave away his true feelings.

Roman decided he also wanted to be friends with Remy.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting but was probably only about ten minutes, Logan emerged from the lockers once again, being nudged along by his brother.

“Just hear me out, yeah?” Logan rolled his eyes, but then he caught sight of Roman, and he was pretty sure he was going to cherish that smile forever.

“Roman?” He grinned in response, shooting Logan some slightly awkward finger guns. “Hey! Knew I recognized my favorite number 42!”

Roman was not expecting to be wrapped up in a hug, but hey, he was not going to complain about this in the slightest.

“It’s been years! I was seriously considering we may never actually meet again!” Roman chuckled. “Yeah, seems our sport choices didn’t align for a while, I guess.”

“Did you bounce around too?” Logan asked, still smiling, and gosh, didn’t that make Roman feel special?

“Oh yeah, played all kinds of stuff. Even football for a bit, but I am not a contact sports guy, y’know? Well, you wouldn’t,” he teased.

“No, I get it, that’s why I do the running. Tackling people… not my favorite thing, but the team keeps me for my speed.”

“Well yeah, why wouldn’t they? Your two special teams’ stunts were amazing! They’d be stupid to think about anything but keeping you!”

Oh, and now Logan was blushing.

…Cute.

The two continued to talk, even as Roman’s brother and parents eventually came looking for him.

But, as Remus was hanging off of him, loudly complaining about needing to go to bed, Roman suddenly remembered something.

“Wait! Maybe… we could exchange numbers? Just so the only times we talk aren’t just these little meetups.”

Logan lit up, nodding quickly. “Of course! Here, just take my phone and I’ll take yours.” Roman smiled, tapping away and taking a moment to snap an embarrassingly silly photo of himself to be his profile photo.

“Talk to you soon?” Roman was very happy to say that with certainty this time.

“Yes, talk to you soon, Roman."

#my blorbos #and himbos #just roman is the himbo it's fine #sanders sides #sander sides fic #ao3 fanfic #tumblr fanfic #roman sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #remy sanders #kid fic #sports #hurt/comfort #all that good stuff #loginceweek2023

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justablah56 · 2 years

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I wrote a thing :)

read it on Ao3 here

Sooo, have this little analogical roommates au that I decided to make up for this one specific oneshot (unless people like this au and want me to write more for it) !! Little bit of context, in this au all the sides are roommates, don't ask me how it works unless you want my very specific way that it looks and works out in my head so there's that. I'm just writing about these two gay dumbasses because them <3 :)

There's no trigger warnings for this fic, it's all fluff today. and for a bit of mostly irrelevant info, I have decided that Logan gets to be 5' 4 and Virgil gets to be 6' 5. because fuck you, tall Virgil and short Logan rights. also Virgil is definitely a tummy appreciator, and Logan just happens to have a tummy, I don't make the rules. and as per usual in my fics, Virgil uses they/them pronouns :)

Logan woke up groggy and exhausted. He had stayed up probably a little too late last night, and now his brain wouldn't even give him the mercy of sleeping in. Rather, it had woken him up earlier than normal. 4:03 in the morning to be exact, having gone to sleep not even 2 hours previously.

In summary, Logan was miserable. He even tried to go back to sleep, but after 27 minutes it was evident that it wasn't going to happen, so he decided it was about time he actually woke up.

He got up, slipping his glasses on, but not bothering to put on a shirt or change out of his baggy grey sweatpants. After all, it wasn't like anyone else was going to be awake this early.

He left his room for the kitchen to make some coffee for himself with the hopes that it would give him the energy to function properly.

After his coffee was done, he sat himself down on one of the chairs in front of the counter. Zoning out and just barely aware of anything else that was happening around him other than the steaming mug of coffee in his hand.

His mug was half empty before he really started to gain consciousness, and he noticed that there was something on the chair he was sitting on. He really only noticed since the chair, which usually was quite uncomfortable honestly, was now... not uncomfortable?

Whatever it was, it was pretty warm. And soft. And it smelled quite nice now that he thought about it.

He was still tired enough that this didn't register to his sleep deprived brain as anything important enough to divert actual thought into. So, of course, he continued drinking his coffee and just enjoying the comforting smell, feeling relaxed and content.

Virgil on the other hand, woke up that morning, feeling... off. They weren't sure exactly why. Well, that wasn't particularly unusual, being anxiety they often felt like something was wrong. But hey, if it was anything important they were sure they'd figure it out.

They got up out of bed, and then they realized what was wrong. Their hoodie was not hanging up where they always made sure to put it before bed. Fuck, this was not good. Not only were they going to be cold all day, but they wouldn't have their hoodie. And that also meant that they'd have to ask the others if any of them had seen it.

Well, wait a minute, no it didn't. They could find it themself. They always woke up earlier than everyone else, so maybe, just maybe, they'd be able to find it before anyone else woke up. It was still only 5 am, so they had two-to-three hours before anyone else was due to wake up, assuming everyone else didn't suddenly decide to differentiate from their usual schedule.

They would start with their room obviously, it was the most likely place after all, and then they would check the living room, and they could work it out after that. It was unlikely that it was anywhere else, really. There weren't a lot of places they was comfortable taking his hoodie off.

Well, they might as well start looking, it's not like the hoodie would find itself.

It wasn't until Logan had finished his coffee 30 minutes later that his brain finally caught up to his unusually comfortable chair and decided to actually look and see what he was sitting on. He turned back to see... Virgil's jacket?

What was that doing here? Virgil never went anywhere without their jacket, it was unlike them to just leave it lying around. They must've just forgotten it. Somehow. Virgil never just forgot their hoodie, Logan had never even seen them without it on! Something must've happened.

Well... Virgil would likely want to know where their jacket was when they woke up, so Logan should keep it on him, right? It was purely so that Virgil could get their hoodie back as quickly as possible. Obviously.

And therefore, it would only make sense for him to just wear it, then he wouldn't misplace it and he could just give it to Virgil once they woke up! Yes, that's what he would do, it was a perfectly great plan with no alternative motives. Of course.

Logan sighed. Well, there was no point in attempting to reason himself into believing that there was a decent reason he wanted to put on the hoodie, he knew why (though hed never admit it, of course) and he also knew he was going to do it anyway, so there was no point trying to give it an explanation.

He slipped the hoodie over his shoulders was immediately struck by how warm it was. Virgil must've had some sort of heating mechanism in it to keep it that way if it was still warm after being left out all night (presumably). That thought was immediately followed by how good it smelled. It didn't really have a discernable smell, other than just... Virgil.

No no. None of that. Just because he didn't have the optimum amount of sleep didn't mean he had to get all... feelings-y. So the next reasonable thing to do was continue with his morning routine. After all, waking up early doesn't mean he gets to mess up his whole schedule. Meaning that he had to get up from the counter to continue with his morning routine.

He dragged himself out of the chair, not bothering to zip up the jacket, but he did bother pulling the sleeve over his hand and bringing it to his nose to get another smell of the hoodie. Of Virgil. No. Stop. It didn't have anything to do with it smelling like Virgil specifically, it just smelled good. Virgil just (objectively) smelled good! It's an objective fact that Logan has no biases toward. Obviously.

The next thing he realized upon getting up from his chair was how big Virgil's hoodie was on him. Virgil already liked wearing large clothes, not to mention the fact that they were by no means short, standing a good foot or so taller than Logan himself. So putting those facts together meant that the hoodie went just above his knees, effectively keeping his bare torso warm (which was the only reason his face was red, thank you very much).

He then rinsed out his coffee mug, and started some toast. After all, breakfast was an important part of one's day. He really should've started it when he started his coffee like he did normally, but given that normally he didn't only get 2 hours of sleep, he felt he had at least a bit of leeway.

A few minutes later his toast popped up and Logan got the jelly out to put on it. He rolled up the sleeves on Virgil's jacket, it would do no good to get jelly on their jacket of course, and quickly prepared his little breakfast.

After he finished the slice of toast he made a quick stop by his room for a book to read for the next hour or so. Seeing as most of today's schedule depended on the others being able to help, he might as well use this free time to do something he actually enjoys.

He settled himself on the couch against one of the armrests and began to read.

Fuck. Virgil had spent the last hour checking every nook and cranny of their room and, lo and behold, their hoodie was nowhere to be found. Which meant, that they now had to go outside their room to search for it, with only one more hour to check the rest of the mindscape before everyone was supposed to wake up.

Well. They'd better hurry then. They pulled a shirt on, and slipped out their door towards the commons.

The sight they were met with as they reached the top of the stairs was enough to stop them in their tracks.

Right there. On the couch. Was Logan. Wearing their hoodie. Now, if it had been literally anyone else, Virgil would undoubtedly be at least a bit upset, but when it came to Logan, all they could do was stare as they felt their face heat up.

Logan was curled up leaning against the arm of the couch, one hoodie-concealed hand pressed to his face, the other holding his book open. And as if just the sight of Logan drowning in their hoodie wasn't enough to leave them a gay mess, he didn't have a shirt on.

At this point in time Virgil would like to pride themself on not passing out, because it was then that Logan seemed to deem it time to stop reading. He put in his bookmark and proceeded to stretch his arms up over his head, closing his eyes and yawning as Virgil's hoodie slipped over his bare chest.

Virgil's eyes went wide and were immediately drawn to the small pouch that was Logan's stomach. Goddamn it- why did Logan have to be so fucking cute and why did Virgil have to be so fucking gay.

It was then that Logan relaxed his arms and opened his eyes. Which wasn't the best thing when Virgil was currently standing completely and utterly still, enamored with just Logan, within Logan's vision field now that he wasn't focused on his book.

After Logan had finished a couple chapters, he decided that he should probably actually go get dressed. After all, he couldn't just wait for everyone else to wake up and see him half naked in Virgil's hoodie, he had a reputation. And now that he was properly awake, he probably shouldn't be wearing Virgil's hoodie whenever they decided to wake up, they were awfully touchy with their hoodie.

However, it appeared that he was just a bit too late- for as he stretched in preparation for getting up, he looked up to see who else? But Virgil themself standing at the top of the stairs, face red, eyes wide, and staring directly at Logan.

Well, not directly. Not his eyes, anyway. No, Virgil's eyes were focused, quite intently he might add, on Logan's stomach.

Logan immediately flushed and went to cover his bare torso with the hoodie, only to remember that the hoodie belonged to the very person right in front of him, struggling to get out of the hoodie to give it to them.

Logan looked back up to see Virgil's eyes had flicked up to Logan's as soon as Logan had moved to cover himself.

"Sh-shit sorry- I was- I was going to give it back when you woke up, I swear-" Logan began to stutter out.

It was then that they interrupted him with their own apology, "No- fuck- I, I - I didn't mean to- to stare or anything I just-"

They brought their hands up to cover their steadily reddening face as they quickly glanced away from him again, pointedly looking at the wall behind him.

After just a few moments of awkward (and very gay) silence and avoided eye contact from both of them,

"Erm- Virgil. You could- W- Would you like to have your hoodie back?" Logan asked hesitantly, beginning to take off the jacket, assuming their answer.

"Oh! Um," Virgil's gaze landed back on Logan's for a moment, "Yes? Well- no- you actually look really fucking cute in my hoodie and ohmyfuck I don't know why I just said that-" they rushed the last bit out, sounding absolutely mortified at what Logan was pretty sure they had just confessed.

Logan froze, "Y- Wait. What? I- You. think I'm cute?"

Virgil once again removed their hands from their still blazing face, "Er- Yes? I mean, have you seen yourself? Anyone who doesn't think you're cute is either blind or lying, so-"

"Virgil." Logan started, gaining some hidden confidence from god knows where as he took a few steps towards the stairs that Virgil was still standing atop. Perhaps he had been embolden by Virgil's words, or maybe it was just that Virgil had been the one to say them, but regardless whatever his brain decided to do with this newfound confidence, it was likely going to end up being overly blunt.

Virgil looked down at him, now looking a bit confused along with their flushed face. "Um. Yes, Logan?" they asked.

Logan stepped up the rest of the stairs until he had reached the top. "Kiss me?" he asked, looking up and hesitantly reaching for Virgil's hand.

Virgil froze, face going blank for a moment just long enough for Logan to doubt his ability to assess the current situation, before breaking out into a grin and answering with a "God yes." as they grabbed Logan's hand in one of theirs and wrapped their other arm around Logan as they leaned far enough down to press their lips against his own.

#sanders sides #sandersides #logan sanders #tss logan #virgil sanders #tss virgil #analogical #tall virgil #short logan #chubby logan #sander sides fic #my writing

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enigmasalad · 9 months

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WEDDINGS ARE JUST FUNERALS WITH CAKE IS BACK BABY!

Hi! Sorry I haven't written in an while. I've been in a multi-year writers slump. Its not fun. But I wrote a fifth installment to the WAJFWC series! AND its on AO3! It's my first AO3 upload so I hope you guys like it! Heres the link!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48867970

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #LAMP #ss lamp #ss fanfic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sander sides fic #ss fic

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Dark Dad

Summary: Remus was the dad side of the Dark Sides. Now he's just expanded who he parents, and definitely has some unconventional methods

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It was beyond easy to fall into old habits and games. Now Janus was around more, and Remus was known of, if not quite completely accepted yet, Virgil had his original family back. Well technically he didn't have all of that family, but the most important parts of it had followed him to be known to Thomas.

“So glad to see you're just as caught up on needless details, Virgil. How perfectly unchanging of you.” Janus observed, sitting down next to him with a cup of coffee that morning.

He scoffed, “Yeah, completely just got a new hoodie and did nothing else, snake-face.”

“Now Kiddos, let's not argue this early in the-” Patton looked over them, disapproving but was cut off.

“You aren't our dad! We're playing!” They yelled in unison, both smirking as Patton took a step back startled.

The smirks fell when a moment later Remus called through, “I hear yelling in there. Wrestle if you must, but I'm painting the world right now, Zip It!”

“Damn, your Dad suggests wrestling to keep you quiet and distracted?” Roman muttered, before pausing, brow furrowed.

Janus and Virgil couldn't share a glance at that before starting to giggle, “Yeah, guess he does.”

“How does he get to be dad of the group while I'm not? We're brothers!” Roman exclaimed but joined in the snickers a moment later when Patton squeaked in confusion at the realisation of what had just been said.

…

If Patton had been confused when he learnt that Remus acted like the dad of the Dark sides, then he couldn't find a word to explain how he felt now. Perhaps confounded or bewildered would work? Either way he was extremely confused to find a cage springing up around him and pulling him back into the mind-space from where he'd been talking to Thomas.

“That's a time out! Your role is not the be all and end all!” Remus nodded at him, turning back to where he was making something in the kitchen.

Patton tried to make the cage vanish, but Creativity's creations always were more solid than those other sides made. “Kiddo, this isn't-” The sleeve of his hoodie jammed itself into his mouth before he could finish speaking.

“Hush, no talking while you're in time out! Think about letting others do their roles while you're in there.” Remus tutted, rooting through the cleaning cupboard for something.

Virgil popped up for a second, glancing around the common space curiously before sighing at Patton's cage. He'd been part of the conversation with Thomas and given he was already sinking out was likely asked to check what was going on, “Yeah, he'll be in there for a while Ro. What were you suggesting?”

…

Logan had heard about Remus's parenting techniques. He'd even witnessed a couple of times where Dark Creativity had stepped in to distract everyone from a situation that was becoming an argument, usually be suggesting it got escalated.

That didn't prepare him for Remus to come barging into his room, pushing headphones over his ears and pulling him away from his desk, declaring, “Aaaand That's enough work time. Listen to this. 5 songs minimum.”

Logan scrambled, getting out of his chair only because it was easier to reclaim it from Remus's grip while stood and trying to get back to work. “I'm not finished. It needs to be - “

“It's break time. I can burn all that if it'll make you relax.” Remus offered, a lighter materialising in his hand.

That suggestion got him to pause, not doubting for a second that Remus would do so, or that it would only be anything saved on his laptop that remained of his work if he didn't give in to the break. Slowly Logan nodded. “I suppose a short break can't hurt.” He acquiesced.

“I thought you'd agree.” Remus smiled, pulling him so they could sit together on his bed and a wave of the hand creating galaxies on his ceiling.

…

Roman wasn't sure what they were arguing about now. He'd decided to share one of the ideas he wanted to bring up to Thomas with Virgil to check if there were any major safety threats in it, but now they were just yelling.

“I prescribe a battle to the death to resolve this argument!” Remus's voice was suddenly cutting over both of theirs as he appeared between them. “Here's my morning-star, Virgil” He carried on, handing over the weapon before either of them managed to react.

“Hey, wait a moment! It isn't that serious!” Roman protested, only to have his sword held out towards him.

“Your sword, Roman. I'll be over here, ready to tend the winners wounds, since the loser willl be weeeellllllll dead!” Remus flung himself down on the sofa once the sword was taken from him.

Virgil rolled his eyes, placing the morning-star on the coffee table. “Point made, Remus.”

Remus looked from him to the weapon considering, before lilting his voice to ask, “Are you suuuurrreee? I could see a lot of hurt feelings happening.”

“YES!” Roman exclaimed, feeling like he knew what was being pushed for as he rushed to continue, “Sorry for insulting you, and – and for arguing when I was the one to seek out your suggestions.”

Virgil nodded too, “Accepted and sorry for insulting you, and being harsh on your idea. I shouldn't have torn it apart so much.”

“Fine, the weapons can go back to their armories.” Remus grinned up at them. “But I still prescribe cuddles and a movie as necessary first aid.” He stretched over to tug them to sit either side of him.

Virgil smirked when Roman leant into the hug for a moment before playfully pouting. “You're my brother, why are you dadding me?”

“Cause Patton's parental methods entirely suck. This ways more fun and has like everyone feeling better...” Remus's pause had the pair in his arms glancing to the corner, “Yeah, except for Pat himself. He's not in time out currently though.”

#remus sanders #Dad remus sanders #unconventional parenting #Janus Sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #sander sides fic

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ivnvnva · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41584683

#sanders sides #dukeceit #ao3fic #remussanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #demus #sander sides fic #Goth janus #goth janus #punkremussanders #emovirgil #spanish remus sanders #trans janus #ts janus #ts remus #ts virgil

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the-sympathetic-villain · 2 years

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Until You’re Free - Chapter 2

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Description: For as long as he could remember, Janus’ parents had trained him to be an exorcist but when his mission puts his cross-hairs on two young demon children, he finds himself questioning everything he’d ever been told. To spare the boys, Janus takes a chance trusting a cat demon named Virgil, but as Logan and Roman are growing older, Janus finds himself back in the city and hiding them is proving to be harder than ever.

Thanks to LynHaundend for betareading and make sure to check out @korruptbrekker‘s beautiful art here!

Word Count: 2114

Chapter Warnings: Death Mention, Prejudice against Non-human Creatures, Anxiety (Let me know if you need me to tag anything!)

A swift breeze whistled through the trees as Janus rolled back on his heels to stare up at the stars. The twisting branches of the forest towered overhead as Janus let out a slow breath and let his spirit anchor to the ground. He adored the sight of the sky. Standing alone among the sea of stars, far from the lights of the city, he had the privilege of bearing witness to the absolute magnitude of the universe.

He leaned against the gnarled bark of one of the trees and he couldn’t help but wonder how the world might be changed if people saw what he saw out here in the wilderness. The bright lights and noise of the city served to overwhelm the senses, a static lull to peace as the people lost their connection to the earth. The Order claimed it was for their own protection, but Janus knew better. Everything the Order did was all about control.

Janus let out a breath as his head dipped down to observe the sleek, black shadow staring at him from across the clearing where they had decided to rest. The demon’s piercing, purple eyes tracked his every movement and it would have been easy to forget the pure power behind the tiny, furry creature if not for the aching pain pulsing from the broken ribs under his jacket. His new companion would truly have passed for nothing more than a domesticated house cat, resting peacefully among the sleeping toddlers, if not for the fact that the creature had two tails agitatedly flitting about as they watched him.

“Your protective instincts are admirable, but if I were going to hurt them, one would assume that I would already have done so.”

Janus held his expression neutral as the demon stared back at him. Their golden horns reflected the back in the subtle light of the stars as they tucked their paws underneath the and leaned into the children’s face, checking the children’s breathing and ignoring Janus’ words in the process.

“Fine. Your will is greater than my own.”

Exhaustion weighed heavy on his shoulders as he reached for the holster on his waist. He could feel the nekomata’s eyes snap to him, tensing as Janus removed the weapon from his person to set it aside. His companion may be able to go a few nights without rest, but his human body would give out on him if he did the same.

“If you sense any danger, please do not hesitate to wake me.”

Virgil’s ear twitched as Janus settled down on the ground. They managed a small nod as the priest crossed his hands across his chest, wincing with the pain of his broken rib as he settled in to rest. A few more hours would put them within a safe distance of the city gates. He could find a place for Virgil to hide while he smoothed over the troubles his disappearance had caused.

He’d been gone for a few days without reporting to the council before, and assuming his companion didn’t feel inclined to kill him in his sleep tonight, they might just have made this half-formed plan work.

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Janus’ hand raised automatically to his ribcage as the memory surfaced in his mind. They had rescued the children of the Nihil Ignis well over a decade ago now, but the memory remained as vivid as ever. Truly, he’d been lucky that he’d been young when the injury occurred. The break in his ribs had healed without the need for the Order’s healers’ intervention. Hiding the boys had been difficult enough without his superiors breathing down his neck for explanations. The pain had been excruciating, but it was well worth the misery to keep them safe.

“Dad?”

Coming out of his thoughtful stupor, Janus’ gaze turned down to acknowledge the young demon coming up behind him. The blue tint of his skin had deepened as he’d come into his magical power and the silver of his eyes now gleamed with intelligence. “Yes, Logan?”

“Do I really have to wear this?”

“Yes, you do.” He paused, seeing this own anxiety mirrored on Virgil’s face as he adjusted the kid’s hood to cover his face. “The city gates aren’t far from here and we need to be careful.”

“But the hood is itchy.”

“You’ll survive.

“Roman doesn’t have to wear this stupid, burlap sack. Why should I?”

“We’ve talked about this already, kid.” Janus felt a pang of guilt as Logan's lip curled into an irritated scowl. “You need to be twice as careful as Roman.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Tough.” Janus eyed the disgruntled kid in his periphery. “The rules of the world don’t operate on what you find convenient.”

The disgruntled kid shoved his hands away, yanking his hood over his face as he pushed on ahead. Janus let out an exhausted sigh as Roman came up from behind his brother, timidly catching Janus’ eye before shuffling off quietly after Logan.

“Logan, wait.”

“Just let him go, Jan.” Virgil caught Janus’ arm as he started to go after the kid. Their grip was firm as Janus turned toward the snarky smile curling on their lip. “We’re not close enough for him to get into any trouble. He’ll walk it off.”

“This is dreadful.”

“I know you didn’t think raising a child of the infernal realm would be easy.” His friend’s grin only seemed to widen as Janus raised a finger to his temple, applying gentle circles of pressure in an attempt to fend off his growing headache. “He’s nearly an adult. Testing boundaries comes with the territory.”

“When I was a child, I spent the majority of my waking hours doing physical conditioning and studying dead languages. I didn’t know what it meant to take a break until I started taking on solo missions as an adult.” Janus tucked a stray strand behind his ear as he fell into step with Virgil down the rough terrain of the hunter’s path. “I was certain I’d never meet a person who hated their parents more than myself, but this kid seems intent on proving me wrong.”

“Logan doesn’t hate you.”

Soft, light peeked through the dense covering of trees overhead as Janus absentmindedly straightened his posture. He hoped that Virgil was right. He wanted nothing more than Logan’s vitriol to be a consequence of growing up, but that didn’t stop him from caring.

“Seriously, Jan.” Virgil’s voice dropped as their cat-like ear twitched, a nervous habit that they had picked up long before the nekomata had accepted a contract with him. “One day, they’ll recognize how lucky they are to have you protecting them.”

Janus shook his head as he steadied himself to drop down the steep grade of the trail, ignoring the tearing and pulling of the branches on his arms as they passed through the dense underbrush. They’d chosen this path because few of the city’s citizens ventured out on the hunting trails anymore and nature had reclaimed the area.

“If hating me was the only price I had to pay to keep them from experiencing the Order’s disdain for them, I’d gladly bear whatever ire Logan can throw my way.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do.” Janus instinctively flashed a glance back at Virgil as a familiar dread settled in his chest. He waited for his companion to nimbly drop down the steep hill before turning to face the trail. His hands fell to his sides, unmoving as he tried to ignore the tightening feeling in his chest. “When I think about them experiencing what you did, I can’t breathe. They don’t deserve to know that kind of pain.”

His companion’s eyes flashed with a storm of emotions as they tucked their hands into the pockets of their heavy cloak and shrugged. “Worrying is supposed to be my job.”

“I’d never dream of letting you bear the burden alone.” Janus felt a weakness in his knees as he smirked at the sour look on his companion’s face. His tone dropped as he stared at the road down the mountain. “We’re closing in on the city, Virgil. I swore I’d never bring them here—That they’d never have to experience this part of the world. By the blue spirit, it’s no wonder Logan hates me.”

“You don’t bear the weight of responsibility for the Order’s prejudice.”

“Perhaps not, but I am still the product of their mission.” Shame darkened Janus’s cheeks as he turned his gaze to the ground. “Serving in the Outer Realms has not changed the fact that I am still their prized weapon.”

Virgil shook their head as they drew a deep breath. “You don’t hurt them anymore.”

“The bar has to be higher than simply not doing harm.”

“You’ve done so much more than that, Janus."

“Dad!”

“Roman?” Janus’ heart skipped a beat as his head shot up to scan the trail ahead, spotting the shadow waving frantically back to them from the end of the trail. “What’s going on?”

“Come look!”

The kid’s bubbly voice resonated across the clearing and Janus’ shoulders automatically relaxed. He glanced at Virgil for a moment, choosing to ignore the look of distress on his companion’s face as they increased their pace to catch up with the twins. Virgil seemed hesitant to end the conversation, but Janus was all too ready to leave the uncomfortable discussion in the past.

“We can see the buildings from here! Come look!”

Janus let out a breath as he climbed up the rocks to stand next to Roman on top of the hill. The kid was beaming as Janus and Virgil approached and it wasn’t difficult to find his smile when he was staring up at Janus with wonder in his eyes. Unhindered by anger and bitterness, his eyes gleamed with a sense of wonder that made him seem so much younger than his twin brother.

He rested a hand on Roman’s shoulder as they looked out over the valley. The formidable, white stone of the city walls cast dark shadows over the tangle of trees beneath them, an eerie reminder of what lies within their borders. The tall, patchwork of buildings that provided its citizens with their homes were shoved tightly together out of necessity, an architectural wonder unto themselves. They leaned and curved all the way to the center of the city, wrapping themselves around the stark outline of the Crimson Cathedral. The massive stone arches were overgrown with Devil’s Backbone, a bright red, thorned vines that made the intimidating blood-red hall stand out among the clusters of buildings.

“This place really hasn’t changed at all.”

“Dad?”

Janus’ stomach twisted as he turned to Roman, hiding his discomfort behind a cautious smile. “We’re almost there. Do you remember what I told you both?”

Logan didn’t bother to look back at him. His hood covered his expression, but Janus could see his muscles tense under his cloak. The kid certainly hadn’t forgotten their earlier conversations. Janus forced his frown to ease as he turned back to Roman, who seemed more inclined to answer him.

“We’re not here to visit.” Roman replied automatically, repeating back what Janus had told them nearly word for word without pausing to think. “You have a job and Logan, Virgil and I are staying in the Inn with your friend until you’re finished.”

“And—”

“And we’re not to talk to anyone—Especially Logan.”

“The Red City is full of dangerous people with unfair ideas about people like the two of you. No matter what you see or hear, you need to stay with Virgil and keep out of sight.” A smile curled on Janus’ lip as Roman nodded his understanding. “It’ll just be a day or two and we can go back home.”

“Okay.”

Janus squeezed Roman’s shoulder, pausing before he turned the power of his devil’s eye to Logan. The kid’s aura glowed as he shrugged and started to move forward. Its golden color tinted his vision, accenting the aura of energy around the kid pulsing around him as he struggled to contain his emotions.

“Logan?”

“Whatever, like I care anyway.”

A dark, blue hue danced around the heart of the kid’s energy as he took off down the trail without looking back at them. The anger cast a thin veil over the fear burning close in his chest, a sign of the kid’s true feelings as he avoided interacting with them. He knew that now wasn’t the time to force his way into the kid’s personal space, but that wouldn’t make traveling with the brooding teenager any easier.

Being home was quickly becoming just as miserable as he expected it to be.

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