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monkeythefander · 6 months

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Sanders Sides Musical Madness (A Songfic Series) Part 2: Lover 🩵💔 & 💚💛

Relationships- One Sided Intruality, Demus

Song this oneshot is based on- Lover by Plot Twist

Au: High school Au, Human Au

Content Warnings- Patton angst, mention of intrusive thoughts (not in detail)

A/N: I put the song lyrics in this oneshot as well, so the lyrics are in parentheses. There’s also brackets around what’s supposed to be a text message on Patton’s phone towards the end of the oneshot. Also, this was inspired by the several Gacha Life/Club music videos that exist for this song on YouTube. The AO3 link and link to the previous and next part will be at the end of this oneshot.

Patton looked at his reflection in his vanity mirror and smiled at himself. His blonde hair was brushed nicely and he was wearing his favorite sweater and jeans. Today was the day he’d confess his feelings to Remus. Patton never thought he’d fall for one of his childhood friends, but here he was. He only realized his feelings a few weeks ago, so he hasn’t told any of his other friends about it yet. Patton wanted to process his feelings on his own first and avoid drawing attention to them, in case Remus ended up rejecting him if he eventually confessed.

“You’ve got this, Pat. And if he rejects you, hopefully he’ll still want to be your friend.” Patton says to try and comfort himself. He quickly grabs his backpack and exits his room. He waves goodbye to his parents before leaving the house and walking towards his high school.

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Patton arrives at school and walks over to his friend group’s usual meeting spot, which is by the big tree in front of the school. He sees Remus and Roman already there, but he also notices someone new. Remus is the first to notice Patton approaching and smiles widely, waving at Patton to call him over.

Patton finally is close enough to speak to the twins and whoever this new person is. The stranger has dark brown hair than stops a few inches above their shoulders. They also have a birthmark on the left side of their face as well as heterochromia.

(I see the way you look at her

I've never seen you look at me like that

It doesn’t matter what I've heard

No one has to tell me twice

I can see it in your eyes)

Remus motions to the new person and speaks to Patton, “Pat! This is Janus, he’s new to this school and Roman was asked by the principal to show him to his classes.” Remus then smiles brightly at Janus, and Patton can’t help but pay attention to the way his crush looks at Janus. Remus never looked at him like that before. Remus never looked at any of his friends like that. Soon Virgil and Logan arrived and the friend group plus Janus talked to each other for a bit before heading inside for their homerooms.

Throughout the school day, Patton kept thinking about Remus and Janus. Maybe he shouldn’t confess today after all….

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(She's got everyone wrapped around her finger

Oh, the girl you want

I will never be her)

Patton didn’t end up confessing that day, and Janus ended up joining the friend group. Everyone seemed to like Janus. Roman now had someone to speak about theater with. Logan had someone to talk about ethics and philosophy with. Virgil had someone besides Remus to watch horror movies with. And Remus finally had someone other than Logan who was comfortable hearing about his darker thoughts.

Patton was happy for Remus. His crush now had Janus to help him deal with his intrusive thoughts. Logan was there to listen to Remus when he needed to discuss his thoughts, but Patton could tell that Logan got a bit worn out from being the only one there to help.

Still, Patton couldn’t help but wish he was the one there to comfort Remus. But the intrusive thoughts were too much for Patton to listen to. He’d never be able to compete with Janus in that regard. So all Patton could do was watch as Remus started spending more and more time with Janus. Patton wasn’t going to let his jealousy cause him to try and separate Remus and Janus. His crush needed Janus’s support, and clearly appreciated Janus’ company.

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(I know I’m not the perfect lover

And I can tell you love her

I can tell you love her, love her

She feels like summer

Gets along with your mother

So go ahead and love her

Go ahead and love her, love her, lover

I'm not the perfect lover

I'm not the perfect lover)

A month after Janus joined the friend group, Remus and Roman invited everyone over for a sleepover. Patton was one of the last people to arrive. When he got there, he saw Janus talking with the twins’ mother. They were discussing musicals, and she seemed to really enjoy the conversation. Patton had spoken with the twins’ mother many times before. But it took a while for her to warm up to him when she first met him. Meanwhile, this is the first time Janus is meeting her and they’re already getting along really well.

The sleepover activities included watching movies, playing video games, and just chatting. During the movies, Patton noticed how close Remus and Janus got to each other. Janus was resting his head on Remus’ shoulder and Remus wrapped his arm around Janus’ shoulder. Patton’s heart ached at the sight since Remus used to let him rest his head on his shoulder during movie nights.

That night, Patton couldn’t fall asleep. He kept thinking about how his crush clearly liked Janus. This thought hurt, but Patton wanted to be happy for Remus. Remus was his friend after all. And he probably wouldn’t be the perfect lover for Remus anyway…

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(Your taste in music is the same

Is that all it really takes to win your heart

Oh I don't want to play that way

Why do I get butterflies when yours flew away from mine)

Remus liked to talk about Janus a lot now whenever Patton hung out with him. Remus would talk about how he and Janus have so much in common. They both have similar music tastes and like the same types of horror movies. And Janus is comfortable letting him vent about his intrusive thoughts when they become too much to handle alone.

Was that all it took to win Remus’ heart? Just having enough common interests and being able to listen to him vent? Patton wished he could meet these standards if that was the case. But he can’t change himself that much.

Patton wishes his crush would go away, so he’d stop feeling heartbroken every time he saw Janus and Remus spending time together. But maybe if Patton kept waiting, Remus might end up falling for him still. After all, Remus and Janus aren’t dating. And Remus hasn’t even confirmed that he has a crush on Janus. So maybe this jealousy and worry is all for nothing….

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(She's got everyone wrapped around her finger

Oh, the girl you want

I will never be her)

A few days before the last day of school, Remus pulled Patton and Roman aside on their way to the cafeteria for lunch.

“Hey Pat, Ro, there’s something important I have to tell you two…” Remus says, and fidgets with the bottom of his shirt.

“What is it Re? Should I be worried? I don’t see you acting this serious often ....” Roman asks, his voice sounding both curious and concerned.

Remus takes a deep breath before replying, “Well since you two are my best friends I just wanted to tell you that I have a crush on Janus. And I want to confess today, so that way if it goes badly I won’t have to see him for a while since the last day of school is soon. And I wanted to ask you both for advice on how to confess.”

Roman smiles brightly and says, “It’s about time you act on your feelings! I noticed your crush a long time ago and I was starting to think I’d have to knock some sense into you to get you to confess.”

Patton is speechless. His fear came true. Remus has feelings for Janus and is going to confess today. And there’s nothing else he can do to try and win Remus over. So Patton fakes a smile and replies, “I’m so happy for you Remus! And I’d love to offer you some advice.”

Patton and Roman then help Remus plan out his confession.

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(I know I'm not the perfect lover

And I can tell you love her

I can tell you love her, love her

She feels like summer

Gets along with your mother

So go ahead and love her

Go ahead and love her, love her, lover)

As Remus takes Janus by the hand at the end of the school day to go and confess, Patton watches with teary eyes. He knows Janus will say yes and Remus will get the happy ending he deserves.

(I'm not the perfect lover

I'm not the perfect lover)

Later that night, Patton sees a notification from the group chat on his phone. It’s from Remus.

[Remus 💚🐙: Guess what everyone! Janus and I are dating now :D]

Patton immediately shuts off his phone and starts to cry. He will never be what Remus wants in a partner. He’ll always just be a friend.

Maybe he’ll never be the perfect lover for anyone….

End Notes: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the oneshot. And if you did enjoy, please consider liking and rebloging this post.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51458017

Previous Part: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/733456075479826432/sanders-sides-musical-madness-a-songfic-series

Next Part: To be added

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analogicalreasoning · 4 months

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There's a common headcanon that Virgil hates the idea of the sides shapeshifting because it characterizes Deceit (I think it's common anyways??) and I absolutely love that.

However, consider Virgil using that ability to shift himself into a cat whenever he gets too anxious or stressed out. How about that? How about him being Logan's little pet cat, huh? Huh???

(If you have oneshot suggestions, do share!!)

#virgil sanders #sanders sides #ts virgil #logan sanders #ts logan #analogical #just the idea of virgil curled up in logans lap while hes working #analogical makes me so soft #archives of our own #give me oneshot ideas

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yourchemicallyimbalancedromance · 7 months

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What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie?

Prompt: purposely suggesting a horror movie (even though they know they themselves hate horror movies) just so they have an excuse to cuddle up for the night. (Credit to @/novelbear for the idea from their spooky prompts list which you can find here<3)

Summary: Patton has been feeling a little touch deprived lately, so he suggests that he and Janus watch one of Janus’ favorite horror movies just so they can cuddle. (even though he hates horror.)

Ship: romantic moceit

CW/TW: none, just fluff<3

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The room was dimly lit, a yellow tint coming from the kitchen made the living room cozier than ever. Janus loved it, it was the perfect place to read whenever he could.

Janus looks up from his book and his place on the couch to see his boyfriend staring at him. “What is it, Darling?” He says, amused.

Pattons face heats up at the petname. “I was gonna go to bed but it feels empty without you. Do you…do you wanna watch a scary movie?”

Janus smiles, “of course, I would love that. I do, however, find it odd that you’re asking considering you hate horror movies” he says.

“Well, I mean, it’s almost Halloween so I thought, y’know..why not give it a shot?” Patton responded

Janus’ smile grew. “What movie were you thinking of?”

Patton shrugged, “nothing in particular, whatever you want, babe”

Janus placed his book facedown on the couch and followed Patton Into their bedroom. it smelled of burning firewood, a scent both he and Patton loved; the candle lit the room with a soft glow.

In bed, Janus clicked through a multitude of streaming services, surveying their options for movies before finally settling on Netflix, which had all of the Scream movies. All the while Patton snuggled up against him, his body pressed against his back, and an arm wrapped around him.

“You’re sure you wanna watch this, Pat?” Janus asked calmly.

With his head buried in Janus’ neck, he nodded.

Janus clicked play and the movie begun.

Patton felt safe next to his beloved, usually he didn’t want to watch anything that involved fear in the mix but he knew that Janus would do anything and everything to make him feel better.

He jumped occasionally, which Janus responded to with a soothing hand running through his hair, letting him know he would be there through the whole thing, reminding him every so often that they could turn the movie off at any point, he wouldn’t be upset; but Patton insisted they keep watching.

Janus payed attention to his boyfriends body language, noticed when it tensed up at a particular scene, when he breathed a sigh of relief against his neck whenever the worst parts were over, the cool air making him melt a little against him.

After a while he felt Pattons arm loosen around him, soft snoring filling the room apart from the screams on the TV. He smiled and turned to face him, placing a kiss on his forehead, glad he could provide a comforting enough presence that he felt safe enough to fall asleep.

He turned off the TV, blew out the candle on their nightstand, letting darkness engulf the room, and listened for any sounds of fear coming from Patton. When none came, he fell asleep peacefully next to him.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #comfort #fluff #moceit #ts deceit #deceit #morality #ts morality #sanders sides oneshot

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aollosjustlurking · 6 months

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Oh you want a prinxiety prompt? Here's one to try!! :D

Virgil put out an ad on Craigslist for someone to help him with his new magical powers -- which are beginning to interrupt his everyday life. To his surprise, he gets a response quickly. They agree on a date and place, but to his surprise it's not an old mysterious woman in an old cottage, but instead the enthusiastic local baker?

I have tried it! Here you go!

Magical Powers are the Best Wingman

Word Count: 905

Virgil was fed up. He was tired of accidentally changing object’s sizes and or locations, tired of animals swarming him while looking at him expectantly (what was he supposed to do?), and he was especially tired of the random sparks he let off when he was stressed and hadn't used his powers in a while. He never asked for this, and now he needed to figure out how to get this all under control. That’s how he found himself in an unfamiliar field waiting for an unfamiliar face. The idea of enlisting a random stranger off the internet’s help as well as meeting up with them was a terribly unsafe idea, and Virgil recognised this more than most. But he also, as previously mentioned, was fed up with his situation and desperate. It was probably going to be an old, kind witch who had answered his cry for help, right?

Nope. Virgil watched, confused, as the town baker, who he knew to be Roman, walked towards him. Roman had not ever shown any signs of having magical capabilities, at least not that Virgil had noticed. But maybe that was good, yes? If he did have powers and was great at concealing them, he could teach Virgil to do the same. The two exchanged quick greetings once Roman had reached Virgil’s spot in the meadow.

“I didn’t know you had- um,” Virgil was struggling to find the words he wanted to say.

“Magic isn't a shameful word, you can say it,” Roman apparently was not struggling at all to find the words Virgil wanted to say. “But I am surprised, I’m not really secretive about my powers.”

“Well, I don’t visit the bakery much these days.”

This was met with a chuckle before Roman replied, “Yes, haven't seen you in a bit since you accedently changed the color of my counter then shocked me as I gave you your change.” Virgil was mortified at that memory, and Roman could tell. “Don’t worry, that's what we’re here for, yes?”

“I guess.” This was all too new and too much for Virge. “This is all such a pain.”

“Magic? It can be I guess, but it can also be, well, magical,” Roman’s eyes were bright with some sort of positivity Virgil could’t begin to decipher, but he did find himself drawn to it.

“Poetic.”

“Shut up, you get what I mean, don’t you?” Roman had never met a person with powers who seemed so off put by them. How could one be given such a great ability and be repulsed by it.

But it wasn’t that Virgil was repulsed, rather he was afraid. “Sure. Your redundant statement doesn’t really do much for me though,” he looked Roman in the eyes, those stupidly bright eyes, and continued, “Level with me here, is there a way I can just not use any of this ever? Like never even have to think about it?”

“No can do. You can’t push magic away, that will only make it harder to control. It has manifested in you, and you can’t change that.”

“Great.” That was not what Virgil had been hoping for.

“Look, once you start practicing this all it will be easier to manage, fun even.”

“I doubt that.” Virgil had not been having fun with his new aliment so far, why should that change because this bright eyed, well toned man said it would?

“Wanna bet?” Roman smiled at Virgil, gears clearly turning in his mind.

“What’s on the table?”

“Say, if you’re right and magical powers are just the worst gift ever given to you, then you can have any assortment of baked goods of your choosing on the house,” Roman proposed.

“That is tempting. And what if you win?” Virgil doubted it, he was already planning what pastries to get once he became victorious.

“If I win and you learn to enjoy magic then I get to take you out some evening for a lovely night together, sound alright?”

“Oh. Um, ok I guess, but don’t get your hopes up.” Virgil found himself speaking more to his own mind than the man in front of him.

The two discussed ways of releasing pent up magic, how to focus energy in one space, and even began to practice some simple spells. They met at that clearing multiple times a week. Virgil honed his powers and was beginning to be able to effectively use them, but that was not his favorite aspect of these magic practice sessions. His favorite part was when they would finish off laying in the grass just talking. He wondered if the enchanting aspect of Roman was something magical or just innate about him. The setting sun illuminated him in such a way that Virgil could not make his brain move past it.

“Did you hear my question?” Roman had apparently been speaking while Virgil had been staring at him like an idiot. Great.

“No, sorry. Tired,” Virgil muttered the last word as an excuse, hoping the other would buy it.

“I asked if you’ve been enjoying magic as of late.” Roman was now looking back at Virgil, their faces close.

“Oh. Yeah, sure. It’s been alright.” Words were once again not coming easy to Virgil.

“You know what that means.” Roman was grinning like an idiot but Virgil didn’t mind.

“Can I still get a few pastries though?”

Roman laughed and pressed their foreheads together. “Maybe.”

#sander sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #thomas sanders #prinxiety oneshot #oneshot #magic au

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delimeful · 2 years

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sharp scales and tall tales (1/1)

warnings: g/t, miscommunication, threats, vague dehumanization/using 'it' as a pronoun, fear, general dumbassery

The old ruins hadn’t shown a single sign of life as he’d approached, but even so, Janus couldn’t shake the eerie feeling of being watched.

He pulled on his horse’s reins as they finally reached the desiccated front gateway, the old stone arch crumbling and pitted in several places.

The heavy wooden doors that had once stood proudly to grant entrance were now reduced to slabs of half-rotted wood, leaned against either side of the archway like they’d been pulled from their hinges and simply set aside. Or torn from their hinges, Janus reflected as he noted the shallow gouges in the wood, as though something heavy and armored with sharp scales had plowed right past the twin doors as easily as an arrow through flesh.

Yes, this was almost certainly where the dragon was.

The thought sent a panicked thrill down his spine, an instinctual ‘what-are-you-doing’ bolt of adrenaline that he normally heeded quite well, since that swift retreat usually ended up preventing his untimely demise.

Not this time.

He dismounted his horse, well aware that taking even a guard-trained horse into a dragon’s lair was practically requesting that one’s steed get surprise-barbecued.

Also, there was a large, hand painted sign planted in front of the gate with ‘NO HORSES’ written on it in bold, bright red lettering. There was even an accompanying simplistic painting of a horse crossed out underneath it, presumably for the more illiterate knights out there.

With one last pat to his mount’s snout, he turned, double-checked his armor and supplies, and promptly strode through the gates.

The moment his foot landed in dragon territory, he let a thick veil of composure fall down around himself, smoothing out his brow and lightening his pace so that his face and body alike betrayed no sign of apprehension.

He’d truly need to sell it, if he wanted to make it out of this with both himself and his errant charge alive. There was no place for the truth here, and luckily, Janus was far more accomplished than most in the art of lies.

So, when he reached the entrance to the stone tower ahead and immediately heard the low, ground-shaking thump of something extremely heavy landing in the open courtyard behind him, he didn’t jump, or even let his hand slip to the hilt of his sword.

Allowing himself a deep inhale, he turned to face the beast behind him.

The dragon was in its more humanoid form, surprisingly enough, with coiffed hair and an elegant set of clothes. Janus had no idea why; it was hardly an effective disguise. If the leathery wings protruding from its back, curved horns erupting from the crown of its head, and slit, narrow pupils all failed to clue one in to its true nature, the fact that it was as tall as the tower before it certainly did the trick.

The dragon’s lips curled back into a mockery of a smile, and there was another sign— Janus would wager only a dragon could fit that many fangs into one vicious grin.

“Well, well, I see I have yet another little knight, trespassing on my territory,” the dragon rumbled grandly, still holding the crouch it had landed in as though ready to lunge forward at any moment. “To what do I owe the dubious honor, Sir Lancenot?”

Janus resisted the urge to twitch an incredulous eyebrow at the name-calling, reminding himself firmly that there was no space for mockery in this plan. At least, not until he’d successfully pulled the rescue off.

“Oh, marvelous and most keen lord of these lands,” he began, making sure his own expression was shaped into something suitably admiring, “I am Deacon, a member of the Royal Guard, here on behalf of the Kingdom of Tempest, seeking your counsel on a matter most vital.”

The dragon blinked, and Janus couldn’t help but be grateful that it had chosen to wear a more human face— it was far easier to read than a reptilian one, though of course Janus would have managed either way. “My… counsel?”

Janus nodded rapidly, maintaining his faux eagerness.

“Ohoho, how interesting.” An intent glint appeared in its gaze, and it leaned closer, its enormous shadow falling over Janus like an invisible shroud. One clawed hand twitched in a way that made Janus’s heart kick up in tempo. “Strangely, I didn’t get the impression that a friendly chat was the reason the last few knights of Tempest deigned to darken my doorstep.”

The subtle accusation rolled off Janus without a single shudder or pause. He was well-aware that the other knights had gone charging in, swords drawn, prepared to risk a fiery death to retrieve their missing prince. He knew because they had all come back alive, surprisingly enough. It was one of many reasons he’d committed himself to this insane rescue attempt.

“A simple misunderstanding, the lower ranks tend to jump to conclusions so quickly these days,” Janus demurred, waving a hand as though brushing the matter aside. “I was sent to smooth things over, as their superior, and thank you on their behalf for your graciousness in sparing their lives.”

They’d all survived to report back to him, about the ruins layout and the surrounding landscape and the dragon’s alarming penchant for toying with intruders.

“‘Smooth things over,’” the dragon echoed, attention entirely ensnared now. “What an entirely unexpected way for a kingdom’s representative to respond to the heir apparent being stolen away!”

There was something wickedly amused in its voice that made the back of Janus’s neck prickle, but he refused to let the beast see him hesitate.

“You’ll find we’re a rather unique kingdom, and that our heir apparent is perhaps, not as valuable to certain powers there alive as he would be dead.”

The unfortunate thing was, his words weren’t particularly far from the truth. It had taken Janus a mere handful of days in the kingdom’s service to learn that the prince’s aunt was far from happy with the current line of succession, and often demonstrated her displeasure through as many avenues as she feasibly could.

Avenues that included attempted assassinations, he’d discovered after foiling a fair handful of them each passing month. The job had proved far more intensive than the cushy ‘royal guard’ position he’d been promised, especially since every attempt he countered had to be kept quiet. He couldn’t allow the risk of a public uproar, of being replaced as the prince’s primary protector, until he could ensure Lady Arescet was no longer a threat.

And then, right when he’d been about to enact a plan to ensure exactly that, his ward had been plucked up by a dragon, of all creatures. Truly, his idiot prince had no idea how lucky he was that he’d so thoroughly endeared himself to Janus.

“Is that so,” the dragon replied, a victorious chime to its voice. “And to think, I expected a king’s ransom! Why, whoever could have been clever and bold enough to anticipate this turn of events!”

Janus did pause shortly this time, thrown off his rhythm. Most dragons would be fuming by now, enraged by the news that they’d picked an out-of-favor royal to kidnap and thus wouldn’t be receiving their customary ransom for their hostage’s safe return. Here, however, there was absolutely no sign of the irritation Janus had anticipated. The beast didn’t even seem disgruntled.

Before he could say anything else, the dragon leaned forwards, placing two giant hands on either side of the ground where Janus stood. With the slightest motion, its claws dragged deep furrows into the ground. It took everything in him not to twitch and give the game away.

“And I suppose you– or your distinguished employer, more likely– have some meaningful method to make it up to me?” the dragon theorized, as though it had expected this all along.

“I know it must come as a shock,” Janus started anyhow, attempting to drag the current mess back on-script, “but– yes. You suppose correctly. You’ll get nothing of worth from the kingdom, but my superior is willing to pay for you to release him to my custody.”

“Ah, because you wouldn’t want a more fortuitous knight to steal him from my clutches and drag an inconvenient loose end all the way back to power.” The dragon had lost some of its amusement, though there was still a vicious glint to those eyes. “If getting rid of the puny prince is so important, I could simply make him disappear myself. With far more ease than you, I’d imagine.”

“No,” Janus’s mouth uttered without his permission, the reply much too fast to be natural. He made an airy gesture to cover his slip. “Rather, that won’t be necessary. My lady might require… knowledge from the prince, so killing him immediately would be hasty. For your reward, the only service we require of you is turning him over to us.”

“Your lady?” Those hands were sliding closer. The dragon’s voice dipped with faux-shock. “Why, you couldn’t possibly mean your employer is Tempest’s very own Lady Arescet?”

“Not… necessarily,” Janus tried, but the denial sounded weak, even to himself. “The identity of my benefactor is irrelevant, and even if it wasn’t, the kingdom of Tempest would naturally prefer that the squabbles of the royal family remain a secret.”

His heart was racing wildly, the thump of it loud in his ears, and though his mouth ran automatically, a litany of swears occupied his mind. These weren’t the questions he had expected to be asked, nor the emotions he had prepared to counter or placate. How had things spiraled out of control so quickly?

“I do believe they have a saying about secrets and their keepers,” the dragon rumbled theatrically, and then it was moving, a talon-tipped hand catching Janus in a crushing grip that forced all the air from his lungs.

Before it could do worse, though, the wards on his armor sparked, and the dragon dropped him right back onto the ground with a hiss, shaking his hand out.

“What in all the realms was that?” it demanded, sounding deeply offended that Janus had dared to come to it prepared for an attempt on his life, such as the one it had literally just tried. “The other knights didn’t do that!”

The other knights weren’t trying to con a dragon, Janus thought but didn’t say, mostly because he was still struggling to suck air back into his lungs.

“He’s pretty different from the other knights,” a familiar voice drawled, and Janus’s gaze flicked over to where he could see a familiar, eyeshadow-donning face poking out from one of the tower’s windows. “Isn’t that right, Jan?”

“Virgil,” Janus tried to say, not sure whether he would sound relieved or surprised or exasperated or some odd mixture of the three. In the end, it came out like a strangled whisper.

“Jan? His name is Deacon, Prince Pouty,” the dragon was saying, its tone too familiar for a kidnapper speaking to a victim. “You should at least be able to tell members of your personal guard apart!”

“Dea– Janus, seriously?” Virgil was giving him a Look. Janus closed his eyes to avoid it, breathing deeply. “What was Deacon supposed to do when an entire dragon dropped by to exact retribution over whatever stupid scheme you were about to try?”

“Die, probably,” Janus muttered, because his sympathy for that particular fellow guard had withered down to dust by the fourth time he’d ‘accidentally’ let an assassin get way too close to the prince’s chambers for comfort.

The dragon interrupted, brow drawn in confusion. “Wait, you know this malicious malefactor? This treasonous transgressor? This– this slimy scoundrel?!”

“Yup.” Virgil had propped his chin up in one hand. “Can’t say I was expecting him to come all the way out here, though.”

Janus felt his heart sink. Virgil had been listening in, which meant he’d heard Janus pretend to be under the thumb of Lady Arescet, and even if he survived the dragon now, he’d have to flee the kingdom–

The dragon threw its hands up dramatically. “Don’t you get it, Dark and Stormy? This is the one we’ve been waiting for, the one who was setting up your abduction for your vile, villainous aunt!”

Virgil snorted. “Janus isn’t working for my aunt, Roman.”

‘Roman’ stared at Virgil, incredulity and disbelief warring on the dragon’s face. Janus imagined that his own expression wasn’t much different. “He just admitted to it!”

“He was lying, you overgrown lizard,” Virgil climbed up onto the stone sill of the window, his hand anchored to the side of the tower wall to keep his balance. “Janus was the one who handled the last five assassins my aunt sent. If he was working for her, he would’ve just ignored them.”

“You knew?” Janus’s voice jolted up in pitch, unable to conceal his surprise.

“Dear Aunt Cetty has been trying to off me since I was like, eleven,” Virgil replied dryly. “I know an assassination attempt when I see one.”

In rapid succession, Janus recalled several particularly stressful moments that he’d had to deal with because of his prince’s overt, near-obnoxious obliviousness, obliviousness that had apparently been feigned all along.

“I’m going to throttle you,” Janus informed Virgil, “Dragon or no dragon.”

Roman growled, a low, reptilian croak that made every hair on Janus’s body stand up, but Virgil only grinned at him like the asshole he was.

“Nuh-uh, it’s too late. You came to rescue me from a dragon because you care about me, now I know that your threats are all hot air,” he retorted, unbearably smug in his teasing. “Ro, gimme a hand, will you?”

Roman grumbled something indistinct under its– his breath, and Janus watched, disbelieving, as Virgil stepped lightly onto the giant’s hand, dropping into a crouch as the dragon expertly ferried him to the ground below, as though the two of them had done this hundreds of times.

Janus barely managed to avoid gaping, but Virgil laughed at him anyway.

“Roman’s a childhood friend,” he informed Janus, as though that sentence was in any way reasonable. “His mom kidnapped my mom once and they ended up getting along well enough to stay in touch. People think he looks intimidating now, but I’ve seen him fly right into a tree and knock half his baby teeth out.”

“Virgil,” Roman groaned, setting a fingertip against Virgil’s face as though to stall any more embarrassing youthful anecdotes. “I should have left you to get abducted by your aunt’s goons.”

“But you didn’t,” Virgil replied, gleeful and only a little muffled. “Now suffer the consequences.”

“There was another assassination attempt planned?” Janus asked, trying to ignore the brain-breaking concept of a royal toddler and a baby dragon being playmates.

“An abduction,” Roman corrected haughtily. “I heard a rumor about it, some goon bragging about a plan to whisk Virgil away to some secondary location! Naturally, I wasn’t about to let that wicked witch have her way.”

An abduction plan wasn’t Lady Arescet’s style, though. She’d never shied from sending assassins directly into the castle before, why–?

Janus nearly choked on his next breath. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Virgil echoed, blatantly curious.

“Oh?” Roman also echoed, blatantly suspicious.

“It’s possible that, perhaps, just maybe, possibly… that was actually my goon,” Janus elaborated, putting on a show of sheepishness.

“Your goon.” Virgil was slowly raising one eyebrow. “For your abduction plot.”

“Potentially,” Janus replied. “Look, I needed you out of the way so Arescet would get sloppy, and a forceful relocation seemed like the simplest way to do it!”

“You arranged the abduction… of your own prince,” Roman said, voice dripping with too much judgment for someone who had recently kidnapped his childhood friend.

“It made sense at the time!” Janus snapped. “I already had several plots and even more elaborate machinations in place– It’s almost like someone decided not to tell me he knew about all the attempts on his life all along!”

“It was funny,” was Virgil’s remorseless defense. “Worth it.”

“So… I didn’t actually need to sit around by this boring tower waiting for some mystery perpetrator to show up?” Janus’s nod was wary, but Roman only let out a long exhale, wings drooping with relief. “Thank the stars, I was so sick of lazing around.”

“I wasn’t,” contributed Virgil, who had routinely avoided his political duties by handing them off to Janus and finding a dark cellar to lurk in. “This was great. Relaxing. Ten out of ten, would get held hostage again.”

“Oh, stop it!” Roman preened at the unorthodox praise. “Just you wait. I know the perfect place for a field trip, we can finally do something fun!”

“...Fun?” Virgil repeated, dubious.

“We?” Janus repeated, incredulous.

Going by the shark-like smile they got in return, they certainly weren’t going to be returning to the castle any time soon. Janus silently mourned the imminent destruction of his more time-sensitive plots and schemes. (Virgil less-silently mourned the end of his time lounging around in a musty old tower.)

In the end, his rescue attempt had failed just as badly as Roman’s assassination-foiling attempt. Despite their rocky start, the two of them almost immediately found common ground in blaming Virgil for it all.

("Still worth it.")

When he’d walked into the ruins, he’d believed that his plot failing would mean his death.

As it turned out, being abducted by this particular dragon was far less lethal– and far more entertaining– than he could’ve guessed.

#sanders sides fic #g/t #sharp scales and tall tales #ts janus #ts roman #ts virgil #oneshot #sstt #concept for this one was actually a roleswap #what if we assigned the opposite roles that they normally get in fantasy/medieval aus

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angxlofvenus · 10 months

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Welcome!

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moonbeam-dragon · 6 months

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High school AU. Virgil is a Freshman. Logan and Patton are seniors.Virgil gets left at school during the winter. He can't get a hold of his mom or dad and is starting to panic. Luckily, there are a couple more people he can rely on.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #logicality #platonic moxiety #platonic analogical #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #sanders sides angst #sanders sides hurt/comfort #angst #hurt/comfort #sanders sides fanfic

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genuine-possum · 8 months

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Commissions for fanfic oneshots!

Hi! I'm Jynx and my commissions for fanfics and oneshots are open! I will write you a oneshot for the fandom of your choosing, with whichever characters you like and even your OCs!

Your oneshot can be anything from alternate universes to epilogues and CODAs to character inserts! Including any tropes you'd like! From as little as 100 words to as many as 8k!

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bennyyrabbit · 6 months

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So, I wrote something. And posted it.

It's an Intrulogical Logan's birthday one shot . It's short. I like it.

@instantromannoodles

#writing #sanders sides #remus sanders #logan sanders #intrulogical #ao3 #fanfiction oneshot #fanfiction #archive of our own

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all-da-fandoms · 2 years

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Remember?

“Because I care about you!"

The teen ran a hair through his thick curls, violet eyes fixated on the shorter male in front of him. “I mean, I know I'm the poor good-for-nothing punk kid but, is that really so hard to believe?” he sat down as the green-eyed teen watched him.

“I….I don't know.” he slowly sat down. “Virgil we drifted apart after…” he trailed off with a sad look in his eyes, unsure how to continue.

“Yeah. after my dad.” he sucked in a breath and sat next to the younger teen. “I remember when we were kids, you were running around your house like the fucking, maniac you are” he laughed dryly. “And uh, you tore your shirt off-”

“And Mamá started cursing me out in Spanish.” roman complimented the dry laugh with one of his own. “And then you started laughing at me.”

Virgil snorted “Hey if you heard my mom yelling at me in Italian you’d laugh too.”

“I have laughed! Remember at church when you stood up-”

“Yeah! And I started yelling profanities before walking out.” Virgil laughed a boisterous hearty laugh and looked down with a somewhat broken smile, only noticing the tears when they dripped on the ground. “What happened to us?”

“You know how kids are,” Roman replied softly. “They make fast friends just because they feel like it and then…..later they just kinda….change.” he said even quieter now.

“Eugh. My least favorite word.” Virgil joked ruefully.

Roman nodded. “You became a punk bad boy and I became….popular?”

“Why is that a question?” Virgil teased.

“Well, I'm sorry Mr.Specific Stereotype, not all of us can have a cool label.”

“Princey, there. You got a cool label now.” Virgil replied coyly.

“Hey! Using childhood nicknames does not count!” roman whined.

“Oh? You wanna fight me pipsqueak?” Virgil taunted.

“Oh, you are on!” Roman grunted jumping up, only regretting his decision when Virgil stood and easily towered over him. “Wait this isn’t faIR-!”

He was immediately thrown over Virgil’s shoulder and he carried him too their tree. They laughed and wrestled and sat, talking for hours. All until the sun went down, and they walked home together. And they felt…..better.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #sanders sides virgil #roman sanders #sanders sides roman #ts roman #prinxiety #prinxiety fic #sanders sides oneshot

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monkeythefander · 6 months

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Sanders Sides Musical Madness (A Songfic Series)

Part #1: Introduction

For each part I will put emojis in the title to indicate the ships and genre of each oneshot/songfic.

Emoji Key:

Side/Character emojis:

-Virgil = 💜

-Roman = ❤️

-Logan = 💙

-Patton = 🩵

-Janus = 💛

-Remus = 💚

-Remy = 🤎

-Emile = 💖

-Thomas = ⭐️

(I will combine the hearts for the characters in the titles to represent the ships in each oneshot. And for oneshots with no ships I’ll just put the emoji of the main side/character the oneshot focuses on.)

Genre Emojis:

-Angst = 💔

-Fluff = 🧸

-Hurt/Comfort = ❤️‍🩹

I’ll put relationship and content warnings at the top of each oneshot as well. If I ever miss any possible triggers in a oneshot, please let me know in the comments so I can fix it.

I’ll update this introduction to add emojis and stuff when necessary. I hope you all enjoy this series. I’ll update it whenever I’m able to write and have inspiration. And as I said earlier, feel free to leave songfic requests in the comments or even dm me your requests (on Wattpad, Tumblr, or Instagram).

-Monkey💜 (First published on 8/5/21 on Wattpad. Updated on 11/8/23 on Wattpad and now posted on AO3 and Tumblr)

Link to first oneshot here on Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/733459116930007040/lover-monkeythefander-sanders-sides

AO3 Link to series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3827125

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analogicalreasoning · 3 months

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Lights Out (and everything else, apparently.)

I just wrote a Loceit fic! It took me a few days, but I eventually got there in the end!

Summary:

The power suddenly shuts down in Thomas' town on a cold winter night. Upon checking the outage maps, it seems the weather has caused mass electrical destruction across Florida. Because Thomas is suffering in the cold, so are the sides, and Janus is taking it the worst because of his inability to produce his own heat. In this moment of desperation, there's only one side he can stand to turn to...

Janus and Logan snuggle.

SFW! Pure fluff, but there is some NSFW humour.

Based on recent events, except I had no one to snuggle with </3

Please enjoy!! It was a labour of love.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders sides #logan sanders #ts logan #janus sanders #ts janus #domestic fluff #fluff #fluff oneshot #oneshot #archive of our own #sanders sides fanfiction #loceit #i literally forgot to tag loceit #how am i this dumb #ts logan x ts janus

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yourchemicallyimbalancedromance · 7 months

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I literally cannot contain my love for writing I’ve been trying to write a new oneshot like every single day I forgot how fun this shit is oh my god

#writers on tumblr #writing #writblr #writerscommunity #writer things #oneshot #fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction

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aollosjustlurking · 6 months

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This was based off of a sewing related prinxiety prompt given to me by @lemonlinelights

I went a little bit off prompt but not by much

(It's not lettign me link it here rn but it is also up on my ao3, same title. @apolloinspace)

Relationships: Prinxiety Word Count: 1257 Summary: Roman has decided to give cosplay another try, but he's not sure where to start. Luckily for him, Virgil knows how to sew.

Roman had been bored that day and decided that the sanctity of Virgil’s peace was nothing sacred. So he decided to pay a visit to the resident emo, even though he expected to get kicked out immediately. He walked into the dark room, forgetting to knock (much to Virgil’s dismay), and was greeted by the sight of Virgil hand-sewing cross-legged on his bed. My Chemical Romance played in the background as he mended a patch on his beloved jacket.

The Prince cleared his throat which caused the other, who had been well immersed, to jump. “I never realized that you sew on the patches yourself,” Roman commented, ignoring the shock he had caused to the other.

“Well, not all of us can imagine anything we want into existence. I mean, I could summon this I think, but I like the process. It’s, tangible y’know?” Virgil had recovered from his scare quickly and had gone back to guiding his needle through the fabric.

“You make me sound lazy, like I just summon everything and never actually create,” Roman was dramatically offended at this idea, making sure to put heavy influence on that last word.

Virgil met his eyes quickly, giving him a mischievous smile, and questioned, “Isn’t that what you do?”

“No! How dare you! I create! Of course I create! That’s my whole thing! My skill for materializing things out of my imagination does not make me complacent.” Roman was dramatically gesturing his indignation about the room as Virgil watched, amused.

“Alright, sorry. What did you come in here for?” He tied off his thread and looked up at Roman expectantly.

“Well nothing, originally, but now I realize I could use your help.”

“With what?” He was somewhat dreading the answer.

“I’m working on some new costumes, and as we both know, costume construction isn't my- strongest suit,” that last part came out strained, as if adminting a weakness of his was physically difficult for Roman.

“Getting back into your cosplay phase?”

“I guess you could say that.” It had been a while since Roman had tried genuine costume construction as, despite his previous outrage, he did typically just summon up whatever costume he felt he needed. His past struggle with it had caused him to avoid it, but he was trying to get back at it. This new found positivity was great, though it didn’t address the fact that he still had no clue what he was doing. That’s where Virgil came in. “Do you know much about machine sewing?”

“I know enough, I guess,” Virgil answered. Roman figured he knew more than he was letting on.

“Can you teach me?”

Virgil had wanted to say no. He wasn’t a great teacher, and this seemed like a lot of effort. But Roman’s eyes held so much excitement and hope, and he didn’t want to be the one to snuff that fire out. Especially since he had been the driving force in snuffing the original cosplay-fueled fire, and now Virgil found himself harboring guilt. “Fine.”

They decided to work in Roman’s room as the adverse effects that Virgil’s had on Roman was the last thing needed when trying to learn a new skill. There was a small table where Roman had placed a machine and various materials, but he hadn’t started anything. He didn’t know how or where to start. It was a nice machine, a Singer, one that Virgil did in fact know how to use. Roman watched as Virgil inspected his station. He finally looked up and asked, “What are you trying to make?”

The Prince handed over a sketch book with the designs for a Prince Phillip costume. He was great at designing what he wanted to make, amazing at drawing in general really. It was the process of taking it from theory to practice that he got hung up on.

“This looks complicated,” Virgil flipped through the pages, occasionally looking up to inspect the fabrics Roman had chosen.

“I never want to do things simply. You know me! The more the better!”

“Yeah well slow down there, you don’t even know how to thread the machine yet.” He was right. The machine sat, untouched on the desk, nowhere near ready to stitch anything together.

“Well how do I do that?” Virgil grabbed some red thread and began to explain how to spin a bobbin. Roman sat confused as he did not know that one had to spin a bobbin, or really, what a bobbin was. By the time they had gotten past bobbin making, bobbin placing, and threading the top half of the machine, Virgil had gotten frustrated. He was very close to walking away from this little project. Sewing is already a frustrating activity, and trying to teach it was beyond annoying. Right as he was about to give up teaching Roman how to pull up the bottom thread, he realized how close the two of them were physically. Virgil was sitting on the chair in front of the machine, and Roman was standing, bent over, very near in order to have a good view of what was going on. What was the most distracting was how close their faces were. Well actually, maybe the most distracting thing was the way Roman’s eye brows were furrowed with concentration, his entire face showed how much effort he was putting into this task. Or alternatively the most distracting thing was that Virgil could feel the heat coming from Roman’s body, or maybe that was just his own flush. Or-

Virgil's thoughts were cut off abruptly by Roman kissing him. His head had been guided by the Prince’s hand to face the other and then the gap had been closed. If Virgil had not expected the close proximity of the moments before, he had definitely not expected this. Roman pulled away, gently and in no rush, and looked back at him. “You kissed me?” It had taken a few seconds for words to actually leave Virgil’s mouth.

“I- yes. I apologize-”

“No.” Virgil couldn’t begin to think of how to explain to Roman that the surprise element was what was throwing him off, not that he didn’t enjoy it or want it in the first place.

“No?” Roman couldn’t begin to think of what that response meant. Refusal? Rejection?

“Not no as in like, no. No, as in don’t apologize,” Virgil could feel the heat on his face, and this time he was sure of its source.

“Oh. Oh! Good! Great!” Roman, as opposed to Virgil, was not freaking out but rather ecstatic.

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“Why what?”

“Why did you kiss me?” Sewing wasn’t really known to be a romantic activity. Much of it was filled with irritation and defeat, honestly.

“Oh, well. You seemed spaced out, and you were right there. So I figured, ‘how do I get him out of this trance? Oh, I know, I’ll kiss him!’,” Roman said this to Virgil as if this level of confidence and courage wasn’t absolutely foreign to him.

“You astound me.”

“Thank you,” Roman replied, a proud look painted on his face.

“I never said it was a compliment,” Virgil looked back up at Roman, who was standing up straight now, that mischievous grin once again taking residency on his face. It didn’t stay there for long however, as Roman once again pulled him into another kiss. They did eventually get that machine threaded, albeit they were distracted for much of the afternoon. Work on Roman’s costume began the next day.

#virgil knows how to sew prove me wrong #sander sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #prinxiety oneshot

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writingsoftheghost · 6 months

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First Dinner Together

(Takes place right after AA)

Virgil didn't know what to do. He'd gone over every possible scenario in his head of how this would go, and they all ended horribly. He really wanted to back out, but he promised Patton he would try to be more involved and present. And Virgil knew this was the easiest way to do that., but the sound of all of them laughing in the kitchen made Virgil more anxious to interrupt than anything else he'd ever experienced in his entire life.

Ok, while that was probably not true, it felt true in the moment. Virgil was just about to accept defeat, resigning himself to eating later after everyone else had gone to bed again, when Logan turned the corner and bumped into Virgil, nearly knocking him over.

"Apologies, Virgil!" Logic said, surprised, "I wasn't expecting to see you down here."

Virgil cringed and began to turn tail, "Sorry I was just-"

But Logan grabbed his arm, "Wait!"

Virgil jerked away at the sudden contact, but halted his escape attempt.

Logan had a sheepish look about him, embarrassed by his reaction, but he wanted to encourage Virgil to stay. "Would you like some spaghetti? Patton made a lot so there's plenty extra?"

Virgil relaxed slightly, an invitation from two out of three of them helped tremendously, he wouldn't hold his breath for Roman, but maybe Princey would tolerate him for a few minutes. "Yeah, sure."

Logan suppressed a sigh of relief, he had pulled it off.

"Virgil!" Patton rushed to give Virgil a hug.

"Easy, Pat." Virgil fights to keep his lungs full of air.

"Sorry, sorry. Just so happy to see you, kiddo. You come for my spaghetti? Best in the Mindscape!" Patton rushes back into the kitchen, "I'll make you a plate! Go sit!"

"Anxiety?" Roman is suddenly staring at Virgil way too much for comfort. "Hm- a-Virgil." He corrects. "You're joining dinner tonight?" He tilts his head with the question.

Virgil feels like shrinking into nothingness, "Uh, yeah, I guess. Unless it's like, not, uh, good? For me to do that I mean-I don't-like-it's okay if that's not-I don't have to..."

Virgil is about to make a second much more urgent escape attempt, when Roman stops him.

"It's alright."

Virgil stares at him for a moment, attempting and failing to read Creativity's thoughts. Was he really sincere?

"Oh, uh, yeah? Alright, cool." Virgil anxiously moves toward the table, he doesn't know which seat to pick, and he absolutely can't handle the idea of sitting in someone else's seat.

Patton quickly comes to his rescue though, setting an almost overflowing plate of spaghetti down on the table. "Here, Virge. Sit by me."

The parental side gives Virgil the warmest smile he's ever seen. Virgil's face heats up at the kindness from the other side. "Thanks, Pat." He takes a seat. Patton sitting down directly next to him with his own plate.

Virgil jumps slightly as Roman sits down on the other side of him.

Roman gives him an awkward slight smile, his eyes land on Virgil's plate, which Patton had piled impossibly high with spaghetti.

"Good god, Pat. That's a mountain!"

Patton smiles sheepishly, "Sorry, Virge. I just wanted to make sure you had plenty to eat."

Virgil chuckles, "Thanks, Patton. I'll be all set for the week."

Logan laughs, "Careful, Virgil, if you manage to eat it all Patton will try to give you seconds."

Patton swats Logan's arm playfully, "Is it a crime to make sure my family is fed?"

Virgil laughs, his heart warming at the implication that he was family. He was easing more and more into the idea, and even beginning to hope that this wouldn't be their last shared meal.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts roman #fanfic #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #oneshot #wow my first writing work ive published in like two years and i wrote it in like 45 minutes and didn't proofread it so please be nice.#found family

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